LPW Inferno 14.1 Voting and Promo Thread

[Headbanger]

From Take No Prisoners...

PUBLIC ENEMY

Multimedia

The camera swings around to the ring as the announcers mikes suddenly kick on.



Snapple: Dear god, it’s him…



Lillehammer: D. Hammond Samuels…



Standing the middle of the ring, in the trademark suit of the clandestine figure, the Boss, the most fear and reviled man in LPW’s history is D. Hammond Samuels. Drew Michaels tormentor and nemesis, and through his rage and screams his confusion, the confusion that is present in everyone’s mind reigns.



Samuels, face contorted into his own signature arrogant smirk, affixes a portable microphone to his shirt collar, and ignoring both the maniacal giggling of the girl and the howls of the chained man, he address the crowd.



Ham: As of this moment Lords of Pain Wrestling is a wholly owned subsidiary of Public Enemy Multimedia LLC. As the President of Public Enemy and CEO of LPW, I’d…



His attention is disrtacted as Drew struggles and demands to know “What the Hell is going on?”



Ham: Oh, hello Andrew, I had forgotten you were there. Fierce as ever, aren’t you? Yes, gnashing your teeth like the alpha wolf, but I can see in your eyes, the look of a scalded pup.



So, what is going on? Glad you asked, I might as well explain it to you as well. First, a riddle to set the stage;



He unbuttons his jacket and carefully places it over the chair back.



Suppose, you are a medieval general, and your enemy is holed up in a fortress. The walls are too slick and too high for any man to climb, surrounded by a moat too wide and too deep for any man to swim, and around the battlements are a thousand turrets, with a thousand archers, each who could clip a butterfly’s wings from a thousand yards.



How do you get in to overrun the fort?



Drew stops struggling and just looks down cast.



The front door. The easiest way in is too be invited in



Ever since the first steps I took back into this ring, a Schizophrenia taping in San Antonio about three years ago now, if memory serves, I have been working towards this very moment. I wanted only one thing, to do to this company what had been done to me; to control its fate. Everything I am is tied to this damnable company, and I knew from the moment that the Illuminati contacted me that it could only end with this moment here. At that moment I was closer than I ever thought possible, the Illuminati had control. It was only a matter of keeping it long enough to dispose of the other members. But I failed. I was too weak then.



Years went by, and I have become stronger. Not just as a competitor, but in my greatest weakness. Leverage, that’s why I was so easy to be cast aside by Villiano so many years ago. No leverage. Leverage is how I rose to prominence and leverage is how I avoided repercussions for the murder of your child.



Leverage is key. Isn’t that right 17 year old daughter of anonymous key board of directors seat?



The arena’s PA system blares the screams “Yes, yes! Daddy…” of a woman in ecstasy.



Leverage, that how I got the board of directors to install “The Boss” as CEO of Lords of Pain Wrestling, and it is also how I have been controlling Public Enemy Multimedia in the mysterious absences of both “The Rik” Richard Davis and Damion “Kross” Lashirea’. Of course instead of just stepping in big chair I control from the shadows, through proxies and pseudonyms.



He turns directly to Michaels, and pulls the red kerchief from the vest pocket, sets down in the chair and leans close into his face, begins dabbing the blood from his gashed brow.



This is where you come in. You see, as I found myself the in de facto leadership of said rising media conglomerate, own thought occurred. Merger. Buyout. Hostile Takeover Why settle for someone else’s old toys, when you can just by your old playground? Quickly, I realized however, that the capital from Public Enemy, even bolstered by my wildly successful PERCS private security force was not enough to leverage my plans.



How do you make a multi-million dollar company’s price drop? Same way you keep your ex-girlfriend away from any other men, make it completely undesirable. Of course, in order to do this, I had to distance myself from the company, make it appear as though I was done gone forever, and then set up a surefire failure point. So, I disappeared.



Leaving you as the top dog in my wake, and if there is one thing I can count on, it is you, Drew.



Drew looks up and makes eye contact for the first time, his eyes on fire but bewildered by the words he is hearing.



Throughout our long bloody war, I believe something happened, Andrew. I think you and I stole a piece of each other’s souls. You’ve become vain, short-tempered, and most of all your faith has become weak. And I? I became once again renewed in the belief in a higher power that controls the fates of lesser beings.



I just believe that higher power is me.



“The Boss” only ever did what is financially prudent, only ever did what was best for the company, and tried in all earnestness. You, on the other hand resisted the capitalist pig, of course only until you came to an understanding. However the pressure of carrying a brand is great, and your resistance to change, and to carry the company water was a concern. You tarnished the face of the company, and in an act of short-sighted selfishness, your actions lead to the death of a fellow competitor.



The field of perspective buyers narrowed. Until here, in an international show case, the pressure again got to you, and in an act of jealous rage, you decked a member of your host nation’s finest in uniform!



Ham punches into his own left palm, then shakes it off like he had hurt it more than he expected.



Heh. The buyers were all gone and the value of the company hit the floor. Well into the range of Public Enemy, and it is all your fault. You are too self-absorbed, hell the whole damn company is so blind and fixated on their own petty bullshit to see what’s going on around them. All I needed to do to get Wevv, Villiano, cYnical and all the rest off the real scent was to appoint the dear, lovely Ms. Red to her Genie Manager postion.



To this Little Red curtsies.



If you had only listened to the Boss, and toned down the violence, instead of inviting an insane man into high pressure match, or if you had only listened and stayed away from your estranged wife, the company would safely be in the hands of some Respectable Media giant.



Most of all, if you had only been a Good Samaritan and helped a bereaved woman in need, you would have found out that I had never disappeared in the first place.



Fuck! Did it even occur to your to bring a goddamn flashlight into the Boss’s office!



Samuels stands up and turns away, patting his pockets looking for something. Drew looks defeated for a moment before gritting his teeth and shouting.



Michaels: I’ll stop you, it doesn’t matter what you’ve down, I can take you down! I won’t let all the sacrifices I’ve… we’ve made go to waste.



Hammond stands still turned away he opens a silver cigarette case and placing a cig to his lips before he starts to remove his left glove. He turns around to show Drew his hand, with only four fingers, a missing ring finger.



Ham: Sacrifice. I’ve made sacrifices.



He pulls a match out, and again wipes blood and sweat from the side of Drew’s face, before striking the match off the stubble of his cheek.



Don’t you get it. I’ve destroyed your credibility. You’re a hypocrite, and it was your ignorance that lead the company to oblivion.


I saved it.



He lights the cigarette and takes a deep, satisfying drag.



Been so long since I’ve tasted anything that good, quit cold turkey for months.



You can’t stop me. You don’t see what it is I’ve really done.



Who do you think ratted Jaro out to Villiano in the first place?



Who do you think it was that whispered “Uprising” in hushed tones to willing ears?


Who do you think it was the seeded distrusted between Villiano and his company?



Did you think that these things all just happened for no reason? No. I killed the Psychotic Wrestling Alliance. I snuffed out pYromania and lit an Inferno, and cured Schizophrenia with a new Insanity.



I destroyed the company that destroyed me. Mutilated it into my own image.



Ham grabs Headbanger by the hair and pulls him close, speaking right in his ear.



You said “If it bleeds I can kill it”. I prefer to kill things that cannot bleed.



I killed the PWA.



I killed your future.



I killed… hope.



Tears begin to well in Drew Michaels eyes and when Ham lets go of his bloody matted hair his head goes limp.



In the middle of the ring, D. Hammond Samuels stands with Little Red clapping giddily, and her beast roaring. The crowd is roaring with hate, and begin to throw cups and garbage into the ring He takes a deep drag, and smiles, wisps of smoke escaping from his teeth.



And now on to your feature presentation, courtesy of Public Enemy Multimedia...

LPW Inferno 14.1 LIVE from the Arena Mexico in Mexico City, Mexico
Tonight's Card:


Lucha Libre Tag Match
Sylvester Eccleston and Sockoman vs. The War Pig and Chris K.

Andrew Carpenter vs. Killian Halycon

Bobino vs. Trey Spruance

Television Title Match
Jude Maxwell (c) vs. Giuseppe Octavian DeProvance

NPD vs. Jeff Watson

Main Event - Tag Team Match
The Misfits (Mass Chaos and Ken Ryans) vs. White Falcon and Styxx


ALSO...DREAD CONFRONTS CASH FLO, NEW WSHC AL BOO BOO WILL SPEAK ON HIS TITLE WIN, WEVV MANG KISSES HAM'S ASS, AND MORE!!!


PROMO ONLY until Tuesday, April 7 at 11:59 PM EST! VOTING AND PROMO until Thursday, April 9 at 11:59 PM EST!

[The Dude]

Trey Spruance is sat in front of a laptop playing Warcraft in a bar in Mexico city.

Trey: Fuck I love Mexico!

Trey drinks a shot of tequila and pounds his fist on the table.

Trey: Hey bar dude, bring me another shot please!

Bar tender: Odelay!

As Trey is drinking the shot Ken Ryans, Drew Michaels, Sean and the heavyweight champion Mass Chaos enter the bar. Trey spits out his shot all over the laptop in surprise.

Trey: NO!!! Fuck!

The laptop fizzes and dies. Trey puts his face in his hands.

Trey: Level 30… so close to getting a mount…

Mass Chaos: Dude… I thought you quit?

Trey: What Warcraft? Dude I just started?

Mass Chaos: No, drinking haha.

All of the Misfits surround Trey and cross their arms.

Drew: Trey, dude, if it’s not one thing it’s another. Since we arrived in Mexico you haven’t stopped playing Warcraft, drinking tequila and red bull for like 3 days straight.

Sean: Come on man, you’re supposed to be sorted now.

Ryans: …We need you in top form now Trey, you’re no1 contender for the tag belts with me remember?

Trey: Alright, alright…

Trey gets up and starts walking away with The Misfits, a bit shakily and awkwardly.

Trey: but my laptop…

Sean: It’s fried man…

Trey sighs and walks out of the door into the sunlight, sheltering his bloodshot eyes and wincing.

Trey: I need some sleep.

Ryans: Yeah, that is quite obvious…

Mass Chaos: Go get some sleep Trey, and when you’re okay get in contact. We all need to talk…

Trey heads to a hotel where he passes out in the foyer…

***

Camera cuts to Trey Spruance, now sporting a poncho and a sombrero hat, smoking a cigarette in a bar waiting for the rest of The Misfits to show up. Sean walks through the door.

Trey: Hey man.

Sean: We’re meeting in a bar? With you? Is that really a good idea?

Trey: Hey it wasn’t mine, it was Chaos.

Sean: Ah ok. Are you drinking again?

Trey: Jesus, no, for once I am having a glass of water. What’s with you guys haha, always checking up on me.

Drew pats Trey’s shoulder.

Trey: Oh, hey man didn’t see you come in.

Drew: I’m crafty like that. Anyway, just to let you know it’s because we all care that we keep an eye on what you do.

Trey: Well, that’s cool man… Seriously, I appreciate that. I mean, it would be easy just to do it all again. I continue to drink sometimes but hell, I haven’t even touched marijuana in like agessss.

Drew: Good to hear!

Mass Chaos and Ken Ryans arrive. Trey grins and shakes their hands.

Trey: Good to see you all.

Chaos: Good to see you too Trey. We got a couple of things we need to discuss.

Trey: Ok cool.

Sean: I’m ready.

Chaos: Well it’s nothing too serious just need to get our priorites right. So I’ve figured out exactly what we all need to be concentrating on. Sean, you need to have our backs, Trey and Ryans need to contrite on the tag titles, Drew you need to contend with Ham and I, I’ve got to make sure I keep a hold of this title belt.

Drew: So everyone’s clear?

Trey: Yeah.

Ken Ryans: For certain. I’ve already started preparing for that match, along with tonight’s.

Trey: Is that it?

Mass Chaos: I guess, haha, not exactly too bad.

Trey: I was expecting some sort of long winded speech. Cool.

Trey walks off pulling the sombrero over his eyes and the scene fades out on the rest of The Misfits discussing things.

***

Trey Spruance is sitting with a group of thug looking Mexicans.

Mexican#1: …and we name you El Gringo, esse.

Trey: Cool. I’m down with the lingo. I’m some white guy that drinks all your tequila.

Trey takes the bottle of tequila and takes a swig.

Trey: As I was saying… Fuck that smell!

Mexican#1: Huh Gringo?

The Mexicans are passing a spliff around them.

Trey: Don’t be smoking that shit around me argh!

Trey runs away clutching the tequila…

Mexican#1: Crazy Gringo…

***

Camera cuts to Trey Spruance lying on the ground with an empty bottle of tequila next to him and half smoked cigarette.

Trey Spruance: Drinking is fun kiddies… Hic…

Trey gets up clutching his head.

Trey: Ok serious now… I may be drunk right now but I’ll be ready for my match in an hour or two.

Trey looks at the half smoked cigarette in his hand.

Trey: Fuck… You know what? I can’t be arsed with this shit anymore.

Trey pulls out a big bag of weed.

Trey: Yeah, so I ended up buying some shit from the Mexicans.

Heavy distortion overwhelms the sounds of cars and people moving around in Mexico City, “Junkhead” by Alice In Chains is starting to play.

“A good night, the best in a long time”

Trey: What’s the point? What is the fucking point? Nobody thinks I can quit, even me. Shall I tell you something about rehab? Rehab is a fucking joke. Nothing happens there! You sit around bored outa your skull and then eventually they say “you’re gonna be a new man”. Well it’s like, what the fuck have I done to be new anyway man? Fuck this…

“A new friend turned me on to an old favourite”

Trey is rolling a joint with shaking hands.

“Nothing better than a dealer who’s high”

Trey: Well fuck it. I do quit. I quit trying. I quit pretending to care… About Goddamm anything, anything any motherfucker says to me.

Be high, convince them to buy

Trey: I do it because I do. It’s what I do, and what I have done. I’ll be doing this shit for a long time, until you read some shit in the newspaper, like, wrestler Trey Spruance died this morning from an overdose. Who even gives a fuck?

“Whats my drug of choice?
Well, what have you got?
I dont go broke
And I do it a lot”

Trey inhales deeply on the spliff.

“Seems so sick to the hypocrite norm”

Trey: Society can go fuck it’s self…

“Running their boring drills”

Trey: I don't care about whatever ANYONE says to me. I will fuck you up if you talk smack to me about what I do.

“But we are an elite race of our own
The stoners, junkies, and freaks”

Trey: I aint changing for no man expect myself. When I want to. Not because The Boss put me through rehab. The fact that it turned out to be that son of a bitch Ham, the man that caused Drew Michaels a consirable amount of pain gives me reason enough to believe that this shit was a bad idea to begin with. I can’t quit doing what I do. That’s just not me.

“Are you happy? I am, man.
Content and fully aware”

Swirling colors and effects are on to give the promo a trippy effect. Warping the textures on the screen and so on.

Trey: I haven’t been happy since I quit. I think I went on some sort of post-rehab crap about actually believe it was a good idea. Well fuck no, not today. Maybe when the time is right I’ll give a fuck about what it does to my mind.

“Money, status, nothing to me
cause your life is empty and bare”

Trey: In my life, all I’ve wanted for a long time is to get high. So that’s what I’m going to continue to do. Shit, I spend almost all the cash I get from been a superstar on dumb shit.

“You cant understand a users mind
But try, with your books and degrees”

Trey: Nothing will convince me otherwise…

“If you let yourself go and opened your mind
Ill bet you’d be doing like me
And it aint so bad!”

Trey: Fuck I’m stoned…

Say, I do it a lot!

Trey’s eyes are red now.

Say, I do it a lot!

They start to glaze over.

Say, I do it a lot!

He sits against a wall and slides down it.

Say, I do it a lot!

…And stares and nothing, lost in his own sick mind as the scene fades out.

[styxx]

War.

An act of agression between two groups of people or from solidary individuals. In the LPW there is two fronts brewing. A side of Misfits, the people nobody wanted except each other. When they got together the outsiders failed while the true Misfits fell and crumbled by the wayside never to be seen again. TJ Rage is gone. Edible Matthewson is no more. Killed in battle the tagline would say. But now we don’t kill, we just hurt people. It’s our BUSINESS to hurt people. Yet when I decide a group of people need to be put in their place BELOW ME....I become the bad guy?


Styxx walks down the corridors of Mexico City’s arena. Instead of his traditional wrestling attire his body is now adorned with army fatigues. The tradmark white hockey mask that keeps his scars safe has even been painted in camoflague. Bat twirling in his hand he spots two local members of the ring crew and approaches them.



Styxx: CA-DETS! What is the meaning of this? We have a battle to plan for.


RM#1: Que?



Styxx: Yes....as I obviously told you before I went to battle with a man named Que before in my first forrary into battle. He was an easy piece of prey and did not last long let me assure you.


RM#2: Que?


Styxx: Ah-HA. I see you defected to the enemy camp. Well take this!


Styxx strikes the man over the head with a baton knocking him out cold. Random Mexican #1 shreiks in terror and tries to flee but is quickly apprehended by the seemingly confused Aussie.


Styxx: You thought retreat was an option? Oh no siree. Not today, you will drop and give me 20!



Luckily the phrase is understood and the worker slowly completes 20 push ups before Styxx places his foot on his back forcing him down to the ground.



Styxx: You will stay in this position as one hour as punishment for defecting. You’re a lucky turncoat field soldier. I have bigger enemies to engage with this evening.



Styxx walks away whistling as he again swirls the baton as the Random Mexicans lay upon the floor to knocked out or scared to move.

During the interim Styxx wonders around and repeats the process. As the man with the responsibility to bring you his thoughts I thought I would share his descriptions on both Ken Ryans and Mass Chaos as they do not appear in the promo.


Styxx has the following thoughts about the newest member of the Misfits Mr Ken Ryans.


Hi. Kenneth you and I go back a bit in the anals of LPW. Remember when we used to work together to eliminate problems in the company? Good times man, good times. So what changed? What happened to you in your leave of duty to make you switch to the dark side as the Star Wars geeks put it? Where is the fire that made you a deadly TV and competitor all round? I have a lot of questions as you can tell and I plan on getting the answers. It’s a shame because as the new Attorney – General in this crusade i have exceeded you. In many ways I superseeded you to the point where you’re stuck in tag team matches and I am only one match away from having the biggest prize that you once aimed for being added to my trophy cabintet. The paint of Misfit you now adorn with soon be smothered by the blood i excrete from your skull. You may as well wear the suit of a Nazi when you come out tonight because you’ve proven yourself an evil man with an even worse set of ideals.



Can we go back...has he stopped beating the workers up?......He has...good....um what is he doing now.....Oh is that allowed to be broadcast? Oh it’s not the Soup style confrontation. Awesome.

Styxx now walking away from a trail of incapacitated Mexicans and into the locker room of The Franchise Players. Cash Flo motions for Flame to back away as Big B Brown steps into the face of Styxx.



Styxx: At ease soldier, this is a business discussion not a wrestling drill.


Cash: Brown, let him speak. He obviously wants to work for The Icon afterall.


Styxx: Stop your chatterbox ya maggot. As your superior officer in this regiment I command you put yourself in your place. This is a recruitment drive alright but rather a recruitment on my behalf. I saw you’re collective combat skills out there at the Take No Prisoners field and despite you’re defeat the valiancy in which you two committed was highly impressive.


Cash Flo takes a more serious interest whilst being complimented. Brown backs down entirely as Flame moves slightly from the corner. Styxx however is undetterred by the expressions of acceptance as he continues.


Styxx: Are you gentlemen prepared to wage an intense long term battle similar to the 100 years war?


Brown: I’m preparing myself for dinner. Enchilada’s ahoy!



Styxx: Well it’s a start. There are at least 50 enraged Mexican desendants just around the corner and they refuse to let you eat. You must fight them to the bleaches, to the trucks and consession stands. Do me proud! You’re dismissed.


Styxx turns and walks out of the dressing room as both Cash Flo and Brown are completely at a loss for hat they have just encountered. Styxx thinks about going back the way he came but he takes one look at the regrouping Mexicans and decides to go in the opposite direction.


Styxx: Ah, now my battle for tonight. Mass Chaos, I guess that as a fellow war veteran I should applaud the medal of which you now possess. But as you’re next scheduled candidate for duelling I must warn you that I never except anything less than an even ledger. I do nned to even that ledger and you must believe that I will do all within my power to do so.


This serial combativeness may prove a very telling encounter or tell us nothing. I could lose tonight and remind you that the Alamo was a loss to America yet they won the war. It’s quite simple. A battle never ends an unresolved dispute. A war does.
You think you can trust the man beside you now. But if you ever listen to anything I ever tell you it’s don’t trust him. He’ll get the gleam of your gold in his eyes and he’ll stab you in the back faster than Edible ever dreamed....How is Edible by the way?


Styxx sniggers at the thought and continues down the hallway towards his ultimate field for the night. Along the way he can hear Al Boo Boo trying to rap over the Peter Gabriel song “Sledgehammer”. He finds the locker room with the name of White Falcon on it. He refuses to knock and barges in. Falcon is less then impressed by this interruption.


Falcon: How dare you stroll into my place during my preparation.


Styxx: Oh, I apologise Celio. Praying that I’ll be able to carry your ass must be a strenuous process.


Falcon: How dare you disparage the name of my Lord and Saviour.


Styxx: And how dare you call him a saviour to begin with. Being in a partnership with you means absolutely nothing to me.


Falcon: Is that it? You come in here dispelling the name of the only diving existence in this world and insult me? I could make it a handicap match tonight if I wanted to.

Styxx: Yeah, and you pretty much just said that you don’t. You can sit here and call me a sinner all you want. You are just as bad, if not worse.
Falcon: Is that so sir? You care to explain this further.
Styxx: Indeed, as an stute man of wartime knowledge need I remind you of the crusade period? Men wander the earth killing other men for their different faith’s claiming it to be in the will of god. If God does in fact exist he created the heavens and the earth but he didn’t add the fine print that murder in his name was acceptable. It’s the religious types like you that are the biggest hypocrites in society. Violence for a man of peace?.....And if after that you can sit and call me a man of evil then you really don’t understand. In case you were too busy preparing to lose last time you fought I am now the number one contender not you. I lead the way and you just follow me as blindly as you follow who you call out to at night.



Styxx refuses Falcon’s probable strong right of reply and leaves. Falcon is incensed at the audacity of his tag team partner but it isn’t important to the Australian Adudicator. He’s having to run away from the swarm of employees he beat up earlier.


Styxx: RETREAT! HIGHER GROUND. THEIR GREASE IS CHEMICAL WARFARE.



So in summary. Styxx in his delusional state is slightly racist. Ken Ryans is a fraud, Chaos is a sitting target and Falcon is a hypocrite.

[White Falcon]

The scene opens up outside in the woods surrounding the Church of the White Falcon compound in New Bethlehem, Pennsylvania. It is dusk as we see various members of the robed men that follow and work for the White Falcon's Church piling into a small clearing. Around 40 or so gather before a large flat stone that stands alone in the forest.

They all stand facing it as we see another robed man arrive behind them and begin to make his way to the boulder. This man's robe is of a brighter white color and is adorned with a cross on the front and the crest of Falcon's knightly order on the back.

As the man goes to and steps up onto the rock, he pulls his hood back to reveal himself as who we thought it was, the former International Heavyweight Champion, the White Falcon.

With a stern look on his face, the White Falcon, Celio Falkone looks out over his group of followers to make sure all he has called upon have arrived.

White Falcon: My brothers, I have asked you all here this evening for a very important reason. Not all of our brethren are here, because I don't believe they all are ready for the Holy task that is upon us.

What I speak of, and this may sound odd, is evolution. No, not the ludicrous claims of that fool Darwin, but the evolution of everything. Of reason, and rules, and of our religion. Everything changes over time, due to the experiences it faces, and the Church is no different. It has changed and evolved over the many years of it's existence, and it must change even more.

Over time, more and more things have been accepted. Dancing went from being evil to not even looked at. Same with things like premarital sex, divorce, abortion, and more and more.

ARRRGGGHH

It is all so sickening.

Screw acceptance and turning the other cheek. I say we have evolved past that. The world is slowly falling into the fire, and if it wants to that is fine with me. I am not offering hope any more.

If we went from accepting nothing to accepting everything, I say we can move from a humble, caring savior to the opposite of that . . . to me. To what I will become for their sake . . . nah, for my sake. For His sake.

They will call us hypocrites and sinners ourselves, and they will be right. They will be right, but so will we. This isn't like the crusades because the innocent won't be harmed due to ego and greed. I am not sure if that is because I won't allow it or if it's because there are no innocents left. What I am sure of is that the things that must be done won't be evil, they will simply be just.

People keep asking what is wrong with the world when it is simply the world itself that is wrong. People ask a lot of things but do nothing.

Not me.

Not us.

Now before I continue, I give you all a choice. I brought you here to hear me out because I felt that you all would understand better than most what is on my mind, what I must do. So now, whether you believe that the world is about to get what it deserves or not, you must make a choice. I am not even saying you have to believe it right to join, because I no longer care. All I care about is that you choose before I share any more of the vision laid before me by God.

So what will it be my brothers, will you kneel or die?

Choose now.

Kneel before your Lord, or fall before him.

As Falcon finishes his sentence he raises his hands and his head to the heavens while some of the followers look around in confusion, lost in the words they just heard. A bunch of the men begin to kneel to one knee as the scene fades away.

The scene fades in at a later time. Inside the locker room of one Celio Falkone, the White Falcon, we see the man himself sitting in a simple steel folding chair. It is his locker room in Mexico City, and the A/C must not be working to well, because the Preacher is sweating in his robes as he looks to the camera.

White Falcon: Welcome LPW fans and competitors. I am here with you today to speak with a select few of you. One of which is the man who holds my glory in his hands now, Mass Chaos.

Chaos, if that is in fact your real name, it is you I speak with first because you are the first who must hear this.

It is not your fault.

It is not your fault what is coming out of my heart. You didn't cause what is about to be unleashed as it was always bound to happen. You are not an evil man, you are not like every other pile of sin in this organization.

I have grown weary of what has been spreading and become accepted over the last year and merely feel it is time for it to stop . . . for good.

You didn't bring this out, you merely accelerated the process. Now, while I don't find you especially sinful or bad, I feel you must be given a choice. It will be the same choice I give everyone here, so please decide wisely.

You may find my change of heart shocking and disheartening but don't, as I've felt this way for awhile. The me you have seen of late was simply a facade, same as the visage that everyone of you wear on a daily basis. I have let you all do what you want, be what you want, out of apathy that had grown on me, out of self perseverance.

That accepting nature I had adopted lead me to lose my precious Cleansed title to that aggressive rogue, and later lead me to lose the most precious thing I had ever known to you, a misfit. You see, while you have not sinned, you have accepted sin like the rest of the world and done nothing to stop it. I will stop it, and I will stop you from accepting it.

So Mass Chaos, I know you don't want to come to harm for your brothers, I know you know they are not worth it. Most won't be given my opinion on what they must do, they will just be asked. You though I say this to. Please do the right thing, please join me in my crusade.

Hand over the thing you worked for all your life but don't deserve. Give me my title and get behind me. Be a man, and do the Holy thing. Make a sacrifice to God. Kneel or die.

And as far your concerned Mr. Ryans, I give you the same choice but I don't care what you choose. You have become like every other man who comes and goes depending on the weather. When it is stormy, you head away. When the sun is shining, you want in it's light.

You came back because you want recognition. Sure, whatever silly war you guys are about to wage will be tough, but it will get you love, something you grasp for so dearly all of a sudden. How sad it is what you have become. How much sadder it is what you could become.

You are a soldier?

Yea . . . right.

You can be though, simply by making a choice, by making THE choice.

Go ahead Mr. Ryans, kneel or die.

Falcon drops his head and appears to be thinking to himself as the scene fades away.

And takes us back to the woods. A group of men kneel before Celio Falkone, who stands on the rock once more. The scene is a little different now though. The group has grown slightly smaller, and Falcon's robe isn't as stainless as before, as red splatter now joins the whiteness of it in various spots.

White Falcon: See, that wasn't so hard my brothers, my soldiers.

Now, you must not allow my Father to know what we have spoke of. I will explain the absence of our former brethren to him. He will understand . . . maybe.

Don't be afraid of the tasks I will give you from here on out, because know this.

I do not regard my own life. I am ready to be offered a sacrifice for His true people; for what can our enemies do? Only kill the body, and their power is then at an end. Stand firm, my friends; never flinch. Do not seek to save your lives, for he that is afraid to die for the truth, will lose eternal life. Hold out to the end, and we shall be resurrected and become like Gods, and reign in celestial kingdoms, principalities, and eternal dominions.

A wondrous day is upon us, let's walk into the light.

Falcon stares at his follower with a smile on his face as the scene fades out and back in with Falcon sitting in his locker room.

He appears to be praying to himself when a shadow appears on the wall behind him.

Lord [name omitted]: Knight Celio, are you ready for this, the first of many tasks for your now unclouded mind?

White Falcon: Oh yes, my Lord, I am more ready than you could know.

Lord [name omitted]: Good my brother, it is so grand that you have become the knight we always knew you were. I told you you would see that our tactics were not bad, merely necessary. The world is sick Celio, and you are the cure. You are our saviour, our heaven on Earth, and you will be their Hell. A glorious world will rise at your hands, and I thank you.

White Falcon: No thanks needed my Lord, I am only doing what I must. What I have been told to do by Him. I calculate to be one of the instruments of setting up the kingdom . . . and I intend to lay a foundation that will revolutionize the whole world. . . . It will not be by sword or gun that this kingdom will roll on: the power of truth is such that all nations will be under the necessity of obeying the Gospel.

Lord [name omitted]: That is glorious, and the utter truth as I hear it, but I must ask that you call me your Lord any longer. You have surpassed me in this Order. You are our and everyone else's Lord now. We waited thousands of years for your arrival, and another one for you to make your move to the forefront. Now I must ask, what of Styxx?

White Falcon: Oh Styxx, he will be fine. He hates me, oh my does he hate me, but this will work out. Luckily, I think he hates those Misfits more, so while my back will never turn to him, I don't think he will be out for my blood. He will be a useful tool, as he is a very dangerous man. And due to the violence I feel he will unleash on our enemies here in Mexico, I will grant him a slight pardon, spare him for another day.

This day is just the beginning. Sooner or later everyone will hae to make a choice, they will kneel or die.

Falcon finishes his sentence as the scene . . .

***Fades to White***

[Ken Ryans]

KEN RYANS:
A SOLDIERS TALE REDUX PART 2
CHAOS THEORY

“Our real discoveries come from chaos, from going to the place that looks wrong and stupid and foolish.”
Chuck Paluhniuk

A world without rules is a world of madness, chaos and warfare. To some, it may seem like a personal Armageddon. To me, it felt oddly comforting, almost like coming home after being deployed for two years. Almost.


A world without rules is something that has been lost upon me. After changing allegiances, I feel that all I have is a world of change. Joining the Misfits has sadly not brought me the solace I seeked. I feel like an outcast in the group, not yet accepted, not yet fully trusted. Not yet one of them… A Misfit within the Misfits. Yet even that is slightly comforting. Fitting in isn’t something that has ever brought me comfort. I guess that has stayed a constant throughout.


Perhaps it’s true what they say. Nothing ever changes, only your own location. Personal growth is a lie fed to the world by bright-eyed optimists who are forever spreading their hoarse propaganda. All I have developed over time is an ever increasing cynicism and paranoia and disdain towards the human condition in general. Stalin wasn’t that far off when he said “War eliminates all problems. No man, no problem.” Even tyrants have the occasional gem of wisdom. Perhaps that can be labeled as growth, in a sense. If you eliminate trust you eliminate betrayal.


Yet I now find myself in my second tag team match since my return to LPW, so my issues of trust have once again resurfaced. The last match with Trey left much to be desired. Even though we won, it felt hollow and lacking. Where was the Ken Ryans that made people tap out… made people unable to kick out… instead of tricking them into a win with a quick schoolboy pin.


Now I will stand along side my age-old rival, Mass Chaos and take on two of the best competitors in LPW – Both the man who proceeded me as the Misfit Killer and the man who preceded Chaos as the World Champion. If it’s any consolation, they should have some trust issues of their own.


But I sense you still don’t understand why I feel so lost. Let me tell you my story. Maybe you’ll understand it a little better.


Maybe.

***

The night of Take No Prisoners:


“We won, dude!” Trey exclaimed jubilantly. “Cash Flo was all talk and unable to back it up!”


Ken Ryans remained silent, merely staring off into the distance. Trey, unperturbed by his partner’s somber mood, continued to celebrate.


“You know, we’re the number one contenders now! This just proves that the Misfits are the greatest team in LPW. We…”


“We were inefficient”, Ken suddenly interrupted him. “They were rookies and we just barely defeated them. This wasn’t a victory. Victory requires skill and work. This was a case of luck.”


Trey shook his head. “But dude, we both knew that we would win…”


“That’s just it, Trey. We were both certain we would win… and we did. But it was too close. Everything was just too close.”


Trey remained silent for a while. “This is bullshit, dude. When something bad happens, you revere it. When something good happens, you criticize it. I swear, you like adversity more than stability.”


Ken nodded his head slowly. “Well, I suppose I do. It is my anger that keeps me strong.”


Trey just shook his head and made for the door. As he reached it, he paused for a second, speaking without turning back.


“No dude. You’ve got it all wrong. I may have been stoned for long periods of my life, but even I know the truth by now.”


“Yeah?” Ken said, his voice with a mocking tint. “And what is that, Trey?”



“Your anger isn’t keeping you strong. Your anger is keeping you back.”

***

Pause.


The words reverberated around my mind, over and over. It’s an odd feeling, when your glass world of lies is suddenly broken by the solid rock of truth. They say the truth can set you free. Even if that’s not true, it can definitely make your prison cell collapse in upon you.


I might have been holding myself back all along. But it’s difficult to just let things go. Anger and animosity had been my companions for far longer than anything else, and the success I had garnered while travelling alongside them couldn’t be disputed. Yet at the same time I did realize that even my successes were hollow. Although there were many victories; there were no world title runs… The true prestigue always fell on the shoulders of others. I was merely the guy who dominated, but could never reach the top.


Someone everyone could speak of kindly, then forgotten, then mentioned in disrespect by the future generations. Like the SoL’s, The Son of Repoman’s, the RAW is Snapple’s. Like the culmination of a dream gone bad.


Yet I still had time to make sure the dream didn’t turn bad. I still had time to prevent it from becoming the Nightmare.


I still had time to achieve as much as my partner, Chaos, had and possibly even more. Chaos had realized his life-long dream by winning the World Title. But as the laws of physics have taught us, every action has an equal and opposite reaction. By winning the title, he had affected the lives of all four people in this upcoming match.


It was at that point where I started working out my Chaos Theory. Allow to explain.


Unpause.

***

The church was a silhouette of light in the dark suburban area and if nothing else, served as a reiteration of the cliché “Beacon of light”. The statue near the main entrance depicted Gabriel with a large sword in his hand, and an expression which signified that smiting you would be a lot easier than talking. When looking upon this vengeful image from far away, you would be glad that you were indeed far away. Yet Ken had to complete the purpose for which he had come here.


Opening the door, he stopped into the church. After a few seconds his eyes grew accustomed to the gloom, and he noticed the figure of White Falcon sitting near the pew. Without looking back, he started speaking.


“Hello Ken”, Falcon said, still only staring straight ahead. “I did not know that you were able to cross the threshold of a church.” Falcon paused for a second, taking a breath. “I am merely joking, of course. Everyone is welcome in the house of my lord. Even those…” he waved his hand, “…who have yet to see the truth.”


“Coincidentally, Falcon, that’s precisely why I am here”, Ken replied, taking a seat.


“Oh, I wouldn’t go that far, Kenneth”, Falcon said with just a hint of mockery to his voice. “You’re far too blinded by the blackness of sin to be able to discern any other color. But that is as it is. Let me answer your questions. At least there will be truthfulness there.”


“Before I continue, you do know I’ve joined the Misfits, right? That I’ve given up my old ways. That I’m trying to be a better person.”


“I am aware that you have joined the Misfits. Sinners tend to group together.”


“I remember you to be more… forgiving”, Ken intoned, with a slight irritation to his voice. “But let us not get into a petty argument. Let me get to the reason why I am here.” Ken stood up and walked to the pew. “Why did you lose your International Heavyweight Championship to Mass Chaos?”


Falcon’s eyes finally strayed away from the alter and settled on Ken. The two exchanged stares for quite a while before Falcon said, “Only God knows the answer to that, Ken.”


“Oh, don’t give me that bullshit”, Ken shouted. “You were everyone’s favorite to keep the title for a year. Everybody thought you would be the long term champion that was needed after the string of transitional ones. You went undefeated for more than a year before when you were on Insanity. I have to know why you lost!”


“To what end?” Falcon asked. “How would my answer possibly benefit you in any way?”


“I need to understand Chaos. I need to understand how he won the title… Need to understand WHY he won… need to understand…”


“You need to understand what you did wrong and he did right, right?” Falcon said.


Ken nodded slowly. “That’s it.”


“Then let me tell you: Chaos won because it fitted God’s plan. When the time of retribution is at hand, however, he shall be reckoned with as all others, as will you.”


“For a warrior of God, the darkness sure has enshrouded you”, Ken replied and walked towards the door. “I’ll tell you why I think you lost the title, Falcon. I think it’s because you believed in your own divinity and infallibility a bit too much. If we go by your theories, then you’ve grown apart from your God a little too much. Even so that Chaos is closer to him than you. See you at 14.1, Falcon.”

***

Pause.


The extent of the Chaos theory is revealed to all with the above. The word danger should be shouted over and over and over again, a crescendo which should not stop until it sinks into the minds of all of you. No-one is safe. It is an ocean which erodes all.


Falcon’s replies were expected. The darkness has encapsulated him – I even believe he has started losing faith in his own divine plan. The ripples of the Chaos theory were expanding, Chaos had not merely taken a World Title, he had taken a champion’s hope with him. In my quest to find out the “why” factor in him capturing the title, it had also led me to new levels of respect for him.


The Chaos theory was continuing to expand.


Another person who was very much affected by the Chaos theory was Styxx. Styxx, The Misfit Killer. The extent of Chaos victory in attaining the IHC had led Styxx to his greatest challenge to date. There was no purpose in Styxx vs Falcon, other than a monster vs a fundamentalist.


But when you make it Misfit vs Misfit Killer, it all starts to unfold. Maybe Falcon is right. Maybe there is some form of divine intervention here. If there is, God certainly has a cruel sense of humor. And even this setting has me thinking that it’s all happened before.
I was once The Misfit Killer. Chaos was once a Misfit I wanted to kill. I am now a Misfit that Styxx wants to kill. The circle seems complete.


For this very reason I did not go to speak with Styxx. It is not fear that stopped me; it was knowledge of failure. A conversation with Styxx would ultimately result in a pointless tirade of “ my dog is bigger than your dog” arguments, which would ultimately culminate in violence. That is apparent.


Yet I already knew about Styxx. He was dangerous. He was unbalanced. He was… a monster. He was Chaos precise apotheosis and even while Styxx was dangerous, Chaos was dangerous too in a much more different way…


A much more influential way… I realized what made the Chaos theory tick. I realized that there was a curse involved here… The curse of the IHC was real… only in a different way than everyone thought…


The holder of the International Heavyweight Championship holds the fate of all the others in his hands. He shapes the destiny of the lockerroom. He holds all the cards.


That is what inspired me to write the letter…


Unpause

***

To Styxx,


A direct confrontation with you would be ill advised. I realize you are rather temperamental at best. Yet I feel the need to speak with you, even if the channel is one-way only.


You see, I want to tell you that it’s all alright. You and Falcon will not beat me and Chaos as a team. Just like you will not be able to beat Chaos in a singles confrontation.


It’s not that you don’t have the passion… the anger… If anything, you’re overflowing with it. However, you have not yet realized the truth. Mass Chaos won the title from White Falcon because he believed. Mass Chaos has been an unstoppable force since he defeated me for the Television Title since he never stopped believing.

And looking at it now, I see that he still believes. And unless you are able to take that belief away, you will not win.

Cannot win.

Mass Chaos is now the single most important person in your life. In the entire lockerrooms lives. Yet none of you are important to him as challengers. Your all just an amalgamated mass of potential challengers.


Remember Styxx, nothing is static. Everything is falling apart.

Signed,
Ken Ryans

***

The truth is that the Chaos theory even affects me now.


And when looking at it in context, it is something that I can understand.


I’m not here to win the war. I’m here to support my troups… That is logic I can get behind. The Chaos theory is evident.


And when I look at all this, only one question remains:


Where is the old Ken Ryans, who baulked at the idea of teamwork?


Where is the Ken Ryans that inspired fear and ruined men?


Is he gone, perhaps forever?


Or is he still here?


Watching.


Waiting…

[Jeff Watson]

A couple of days have passed since the brutal, and bloody Texas Bullrope match that has taken place at Take No Prisoners. Now we open the scene up back at Jeff Watson's lavish manison in Miami, Florida. We go inside to find nobody in the living room or in the kitchen, but then we hear noises coming from the bedroom. The door opens, and we find Jeff in his bed looking at the wedding video on his flat screen TV. He starts to cry again when it shows Maria walking up to the altar, because it reminded him of how much he loved her.

Jeff: Why would she do this to me? I treated her like a queen, and this is how she would repay me. (He gets some tissues to dry his tears before he goes on.) I've done nearly all the romantic shit that I could think about, but is it something wrong with me that would cause her to cheat on me.

Suddenly he takes out the wedding video, and puts in the footage from Take No Prisoners during the Texas BullRope match. He starts to get angry when it comes to the point where Maria showed up just as Jeff was about to finish Jude off, and win the TV title. Finally someone comes walking into the bedroom, and it's Jeff's brother Ritchie who is trying to cheer him up.

Ritchie: I know that you must be hurting physically, and emotionally after what that lying bitch did to you. Now is the time to move on from her, because she is destroying who you are inside and out.

Jeff: She was everything to me, but now it seems like I don't know who she is anymore. (He gets up from the bed, and heads towards his closet to pick out some clothes.) Why don't you meet me downstairs, because I need to shower before heading out.

He agrees, and goes downstairs to wait for his brother to clean himself up. Meanwhile Jeff gets into his shower and lets the hot water run all over his body which includes his now bruised ribs. About fifteen minutes later is when we see Jeff coming down the stairs, and his brother is waiting by the front door for him.

Ritchie: So I hear that you'll be seeing a therapist to try, and work out your anger and sadness towards Maria.

Jeff: I'm hoping that she can turn everything around, because I don't know what else to do. (He opens the door, and heads out to his Ferrari that he'll be taking to the appointment.) I'll see you later Ritchie.

And he gets into the car, but before pulling out of the driveway he makes sure that none of her favorite songs come up on the station. Finally the car exits the driveway, and starts the journey towards his new therapist's office in downtown Miami. It takes about ten to twenty minutes, but he finally arrives just outside the building and he heads inside to check in with her office. After waiting for a few minutes, she comes out and introduces herself as Dr. Tiffany Williams and they head into her office. He notices how beautiful she is with long dark hair, and other features that make her somewhat special.

Dr. Tiffany: You're brother told me that you have been having problems with your marriage to a woman named Maria. Why don't you tell me what the problem is, and we can work towards a solution together.

Jeff: I didn't think that there was a problem between us, because I felt like this was the perfect marriage. We were so in love, and it seemed liked the storybook romance. A few months ago is when everything started to fall apart, because that is when I heard that she cheated on me.

Dr. Tiffany: She seems like someone who wasn't honest about who she truly is, and now it appears that your suffering because of it. Was there any point of time that she appeared to act different towards you?

He pauses to think over the question, but it somehow is getting him even more stressed out than he already was. Suddenly thoughts about who Maria could be fucking right now are passing through his mind which is making him start to cry. She is concerned about how his emotional state is at this point of time, and she hands him some tissues. Once he composes himself, then he can start to really express how he truly feels about the situation.

Jeff: I've never noticed that there was something wrong with her, because she acted like the sweetest woman in the world. It was one of the qualities that led to us getting married, and her being my manager whenever I went out to the ring. It does get frustrating when she doesn't help me win a match that I really need, but there was nothing that I saw from her that told me that she wasn't the one for me.

Dr. Tiffany: From what you have just told me, it seems like she was the type of woman who stayed faithful to whoever she dated. Do you feel like this is somehow your fault for pushing her into this lifestyle?

Jeff: I'm not sure that it is, because I did everything to try and show how much I care about her. Now it seems like she is doing this to make me go crazy, because I still do care about her. But now everything has really changed, and seeing her gets me really angry.

She interrupts to inform me that this session is over, but we both decide to make a once-a-week session so that she can get to the root of the problem. Once the next appointment is set up, he leaves her office and heads back to his car with a partially relieved look on his face. And this scene starts to fade with his ferrari driving down the city streets until he reaches the beach parking lot. It fades to black with Jeff sitting on the hood of his car thinking about what happened to cause this, and possibly his next match against NPD on the next Inferno broadcast from Mexico City.
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Three days have passed, and now we are in Mexico City, Mexico where Inferno 14.1 will take place at Arena Mexico. We open up the scene at one of Mexico City's finest hotels, and we find Jeff Watson standing on the balcony of his lavish suite taking a long look at the night skyline. Finally he goes inside, and starts to watch tapes of NPD in past action in a attempt to figure out a way to beat him. A few minutes pass by, and we hear a knock at the door. He goes to open it up, and he finds Catalina standing on the other side with what appears to be a concerned look on her face.

Catalina: I know that the last person that you wanted to see was me, but can you please just hear me out? I promise that i'll be quick and then i'll leave you alone.

Jeff: You weren't the one who broke my heart, and then slapped me at the PPV. And i've always trusted what you've said to me in the past.

She makes her way into the room, and moves some of the liquor bottles out of the way before sitting down on the bed. He goes over to sit next to her, and explains that he was drinking to forget what has happened to him lately. A few minutes pass by, and she decides to bring up the topic of his upcoming match against NPD.

Catalina: So I hear that you've got a real tough test coming up, because your facing a former International Heavyweight Champion in NPD. From what i've seen he is a real tough opponent, and aren't your ribs still busted up from your match against Jude.

Jeff: It still hurts when I work out, but I've got to move on from your sister. Somehow I feel that being without your sister will do great things for my career, and maybe I can become champion.

Suddenly he goes to escort Catalina out of the room, because he is leaving to do an interview to promote the match against NPD. We focus outside of the hotel where he gets into his rental car, and makes the drive to Arena Mexico. It takes about ten minutes, but we see Jeff pulling into the wrestlers entrance of this famous arena. Just being here is bringing back memories of wrestling in this building early on in his career, and also meeting Maria for the first time. He gets out of the car, and heads towards the backstage interview area where Janine is standing by with a camera crew ready to promote the upcoming match. After getting everything finalized, the camera starts rolling and the interview is getting underway.

Janine: Well fans we're here at Arena Mexico where the next Inferno broadcast will take place, and my guest at this time will be facing NPD on the show. Of course we will be talking to Jeff Watson, and Jeff i'm sure that you must be still feeling the effects of that brutal bullrope match at our last PPV. How do you expect to fight a man who is coming off from losing a chance to regain the international championship?

Jeff: I've seen a lot of NPD in action, and he is a really tough opponent to face. Normally I would be excitied about facing a guy like this, but ever since my life is falling apart I feel like everything else doesn't mean the world to me.

Janine: I hate to ask you this, but do you think that we'll be seeing your wife here at this upcoming Inferno? The reason why is that the whole world is waiting to know why she slapped and turned against you at the ppv.

Suddenly he tries to fight back emotions of anger and hate, but then he suddenly composes himself to try and answer the question. Meanwhile it appears that Maria has walked into the arena, and makes her way to Jeff's private lockerroom without being noticed by the camera crew or by Jeff himself.

Jeff: I'm pretty sure that whenever she stops being a lying bitch, then maybe she'll tell the world whoever the guy is that knocked her up. Hell i'm not even sure that she was pregnant in the first place.

Janine: My last question is that with what has been going on in your life over the past few months must be tearing you up inside. How do you plan to deal with NPD who is even more evil and crazy than Jude ever was?

Jeff: I know for a fact that i'm in for the fight of my life, but NPD how do you plan to deal with someone who has nothing to lose anymore. I'm ready for anything that you can bring to me, because there is no pain that will overtake what i'm going through right now. It doesn't matter if you put me in the hospital, but I will be ready for you. I've bragged in the past about how I was going to beat my opponents along with being the best in the world, and look where it got me. Now I plan to do my talking in the ring, and I won't feel remorse if I put you in the hospital after I get done beating the shit out of you.

And the scene starts to fade with Janine telling the fans to tune in for a exciting Inferno broadcast coming up. Meanwhile Jeff is heading to his lockerroom so that he can finish getting prepared for the match of his life. The scene fades to black with Jeff being speechless at the sight of Maria being in his lockerroom, and trying to hold back from doing something stupid because he is so angry at her.

--Fin'--

[chris_K]

(K walks into his locker room and tosses his bag into the corner)

So I go from undefeated to losin 2 straight?

(K gets an angry look on his face)

Fuck! I'm the future of this business and I'm losing?

(K gets a drink from his bag)

And now, I'm having to team up with the Pig?

(opens the drink)

My bad, the war pig?

(K takes a sip and looks disgusted)

What the fuck?

(looks at the drink and chucks it at one of the crew members)

Fuck Powerade!

(the crew member grabs a towel not realizing it's from K's bag and K punches him in the face)

What the fuck are you thinking?

(K begins stomping away at the crew member)

Using my towel? Who and the hell

(K picks him up and throws him into a locker)

Do you think you are?

(the stage crew members are so terrified they drop all their equipment)

What the hell!

(k throws another powerade at one of the crew members and it KO's one of them)

Let's get on with this fucking thing!

(K begins smacking the man who was thrown into the locker)

GET UP!

(K gives up and throws him down again but goes for the other guy)

LAZY PIECE OF CRAP! WAKE UP!

(K again gives up and drops him)

Is it to much to ask for some decent help?

(K gives an evil glare)

Seriously! Fucking crap!

(K points at a stage crew)

You, ya you dumbass, go get me a fucking Mountain Dew, and you...

(K points at another stage crew member and stares oddly)

No fucking wa-

(Instantly the crew member hits K in the head with a chair and takes off a beanie and shades to reveal it is none other then The War Pig)

(We fade out of the room)

***********

(We fade into a gymnasium where Chris K is speaking to his old pal Devin)

Man I can't believe it! This is it man!

Ya don't get too happy. The last thing we need is for you to have another "incedent" on the mat.

That was the singlet riding up and you know it!

I'm kidding bud. I know that it wasn't you getting happy. Although, that girl was pretty hott.

Truth.

Hey douche number 1.

What up douche number 2?

Well aren't you just soooo funny Kyle.

Why yes, yes I am.

Nice one Kyle.

Ya I know it was Ryan.

What do you two faggots want?

We just wanted to wish you two losers luck.

CAUSE YOUR GONNA NEED IT!

Hahaha, high five man!

(The two high five)

Just when I thought you couldn't take it up the ass more then you already do, you prove me wrong.

So did you guys grow up gay?

No!

We didn't grow up gay you douche bags!

So you were just born being faggots?

Now thats a fucking burn!

O just shut the fuck up!

Ya, your just mad because you know that no matter how hard you try, you aren't beating me and Ryan here. As a matter of fact, nobody is. They might as well name us state champions right now.

True. You are state champions at being grade a faggots. Thats something we will never beat you at.

But when we meet you on the mat, we'll show you just how deserving we are to be here.

You deserve nothing! Except for maybe an ass whooping and I'll be more then happy to give that.

I'm sure you would love to touch our asses but we don't roll that way.

Ya, get outta here you butt pirate.

Or what?

Ya! Or what?

(They all have an intense stare down until the 105 weight class is called)

Hmm! I'll see you on the mat faggo!

Well good luck to you Ryan.

Luck is for losers!

My point exactly.

OOC: to be continued

[Bobino]

The scene opens to that of a light gray cloud, and the sound of sharp inhaling. The only image that can be seen clearly is a smoldering ember at the end of a twisted roll of paper. A loud, long exhale can be heard, followed by a rough cough. A small green lamp flips on, illuminating the face of Bobino, a fist covering his mouth as he struggles for breath. After a few moments, Bobino recovers, and crushes the smoldering paper into an ash tray next to his chair.

“I honestly cannot understand how you think fighting for every small bit of oxygen is a proper means to free one's mind. Trey, I've been indulging in your greatest weakness for the past hour, and have yet to feel one inkling of anything that would make me ever do this again, never mind become addicted to the point of disappointing my friends and risking my job. Trey, I've said this to many people, but your greatest weakness isn't sin or addiction... it's ignorance.”

Bobino shifts, rubbing his eyes weakly. He looks up as he continues to speak.

“Trey, I have no doubt that you have the heart and drive to put up a good fight. I have no doubt that I will have to try and might even struggle a bit to give you a short break from your miserable consciousness. I have no doubt that you believe in every fiber of your dazed soul that you cannot lose. That's where your ignorance plays in. I'm wiser than that... I know there's a chance you could get a leg up on me, and I can prepare for that. You see, I'm not blinded by addiction, I'm not blinded by ignorance... I'm simply better prepared than you could ever contemplate.”

Bobino stands, causing the small lamp to illuminate nothing but his clenched fist. Bobino quickly shifts the light upwards, casting a green glow though the room.

“Trey, let me share something with you. A story about a man similar to yourself. Lost and wandering... just searching for that one thing that puts him back on the right path. Finding so many things that in theory should have gotten him back in line. He followed every rule that had been laid out. Everything that should have let him raise back from the ashes. Yet, as he busted his ass, as he fought for everything he wanted... he kept falling short of the goal. HE began to grow increasingly frustrated, as everything he thought was right failed, and those that never deserved the spotlight hogged all of what rightfully belonged to him.”

Bobino raises a clenched fist once more, and stares down at the ground, avoiding direct eye contact with the camera.

“You may think I'm trying to turn your pathetic trip to and from rehab into a story. You may think that I'm trying to psyche you out and get in your head, but I'm trying to give you a warning. The man I speak of isn't some pathetic pothead, it's me. I've done everything Darwinism says should raise me above and beyond... and I kept falling. I suppressed those animal instincts that I had been told made other beings weak. I did my best to amplify my strengths and hide my weaknesses. Then... while I sat at home watching pieces of garbage like yourself and Sean Jensen get the air time I've rightfully earned... It dawned on me. I can't fight anymore. I've spent so many years training my body to become an above human fighting machine that I have to let it take over. I have to trust my instincts, and let them take over. In order to gain the vengeance on those that wronged me, I'll have to become a monster.”

Bobino cracks a sadistic grin as he tilts his head up a bit, still avoiding direct eye contact.

“Trey, if this were a straight wrestling match, you might have a a chance to survive. If this were a fight, you might be able to scrape by. Problem is... this is neither. This is a nothing shy of the Misfit of the Misfits being sacrificed to a heartless monster. This is Bobino transforming Trey Spruance into a message for LPW. This is simply put... a sanctioned homicide. Trey, I don't want to do this to you... The man you've known in LPW for years as Bobino doesn't want this violence... but I'm no longer in control.”

Bobino looks dead into the camera, his eyes as white as and clear as snow on a frozen lake. He continues to grin as he speaks.

“Trey, did you really think I'd let that pure weakness enter my body? I just burned a piece of paper. I'm not as stupid as you. I know what I plan on doing to is wrong... but no matter how hard you try... you'll never be able to take this moment from me. I hope for your sake that ignorance truly is bliss, because at Inferno... I will beat you into utter ecstasy.”

Bobino tosses the ash tray across the room as he exits. The chairs remains illuminated in green as the scene fades.

[Bobino]

LPW Inferno 14.1 LIVE from the Arena Mexico in Mexico City, Mexico
Tonight's Card:


Lucha Libre Tag Match
Sylvester Eccleston and Sockoman vs. The War Pig and Chris K.

Andrew Carpenter vs. Killian Halycon

Bobino vs. Trey Spruance

Television Title Match
Jude Maxwell (c) vs. Giuseppe Octavian DeProvance

NPD vs. Jeff Watson

Main Event - Tag Team Match
The Misfits (Mass Chaos and Ken Ryans) vs. White Falcon and Styxx

[TheComplex]

[--Giuseppe--]
The notes flowed from my piano like pure ecstasy in the air, making sweet love to my ears. The gentle pounding of each note making a masterpiece.

It was wonderful.

Gieuseppe was seated on the hard wood bench of his grand piano. Its black color glistened in the sun, each key shining like diamonds. His eyes were closed as his fingers glided over the ivories, the rich sound filling the large stone room. The dozens of guests sat in lavish luxury on oversized sofas, their color matching the purple banners hanging from the ceilings.

As quickly as we were introduced to the private concert, it was interrupted.

Wood splintered as the large double doors flew open and, almost in slow motion, armed officers charged in flashing assault weapons, body armor, and thick shields. Onlookers and guards screamed and yelled over one another as the intruders attempted to quiet the panic and bring their target to capture, yet as they approached Giuseppe, he continued to play, as if he were blind to the world around him. His eyes still closed, his play grew more and more intense before he finally touched one last key, forcing out the last note of softness. It echoed through the halls, above the screams and noises, as Giuseppe held out his wrists and was cuffed. The officers stood Giuseppe and lead him out of the room in a solemn procession.

[--Giuseppe--]
The clicking iron scarred my soul. So, now I find myself here, in your gracious custody.

Fade in from the last scene to a new one. This room was dark and small, a single overhead light providing what little light there was. It swung gently to and fro, keeping time with the natural rhythm of life. A man pulled out a chair and sat down. He was stern, years of pressure and stress taking its toll on his tanned face. He unbuttoned the top button on his white collard shirt and loosened his suspenders. His gun shifted a bit in its holster. He removed his badge from his other suspender.

It read Issacs.

[--Issacs--]
It’s good to see you’ve been treated nicely.

[--Gieuseppe--]
Nicely? You barge into my home, destroy my door, and interrupt a perfectly beautiful piece.

A man slammed his fists down on the table, shaking it slightly, but having no effect on Gieuseppe. His badge read Adams.

[--Adams--]
Listen you piece of shit, you’re lucky we don’t throw you in county with the rest of the scum. How many peoples families have you hurt that are in there? I’m willing to bet at least one you fucking piece of-

Spit flew from his mouth in rage as Issacs put his hand out. Adams stepped out of the light and into the darkness.

[--Issacs--]
You’ll have to forgive my partner. These situations are very delicate to him.

[--Gieuseppe--]
Understandable. We all are affected by the burdens of society.

[--Issacs--]
True. True… but you won’t hear me say that outside of this room, heh.

He smiled at Gieuseppe. How fake.

[--Issacs--]
Can I get you a coffee, Gieuseppe?

[--Gieuseppe--]
Sir, you and I are not acquaintances. You will not address me by my first name.

A large slam is followed by the deafening sound of a quick thud as a thick stack of papers falls onto the table. Adams once again comes into view.

[--Adams--]
We will call you what we please. In fact, I’ll call you pussywillow if I so choose.

[--Gieuseppe--]
How quaint.

Adams quickly shoves the large manila folder at Gieuseppe. He remains almost unalert to his surroundings, seemingly blissfully ignorant.

[--Adams--]
Lisa Geribaldi, Lawton Matthews, Garret Stephens, Yvette Ursula.

[--Gieuseppe--]
And what do you call them, Officer Adams? Or are they the type whom you pay to let you call them whatever you want?

[--Adams--]
I call them victims, you fucking pompous asshole. Missing, all of them. Most of them presumed dead. Go ahead, open the file, look at the pictures. There’s more.

Gieuseppe sits at the table. His hands in his lap.

[--Adams--]
I SAID OPEN IT!

[--Gieuseppe--]
You take me for a fool? Coffee? Touching this marble table? No, thank you. I choose not to let you get my DNA or fingerprints today. However, if you really are concerned with me seeing these unfortunate people, you may open it for me.

Adams quickly moves in to open the manila folder. Gieuseppe smirks.

[--Gieuseppe--]
Like my servants do for me.

Adams lets out a primal scream as he flings the manila folder into the walls in the dark and lunges at Gieuseppe, only for him to be stopped by Issacs.

[--Adams--]
I’LL KILL YOU, YOU FUCK!

[--Issacs--]
Calm down man! Don’t let him get under your skin!

[--Adams--]
FUCK!

[--Issacs--]
Take a powder. TAKE A POWDER!

Adams glares at Gieuseppe, who continues to stare lazily forward. As Adams leaves and the door clicks closed, Issacs sits back down.

[--Issacs--]
I’m sorry for that. My partner-

[--Gieuseppe--]
Has a temper? Yes, that is obvious.

[--Issacs--]
Look, we didn’t bring you here to try and start a fight-

[--Gieuseppe--]
No, of course not. You brought me here to make baseless accusations and attempts against my life.

Another manila folder slides across the table. Its soft gliding sound was calming in a sense.

[--Issacs--]
No, we brought you here to talk about this man in particular.

Issacs slides another manila folder over the table. Its swift sound was almost soothing. The folder is labeled “Djanovich, Kenneth”.

[--Issacs--]
This is a man by the name of Kenneth. I believe you know him?

[--Gieuseppe--]
Maybe. He could have worked for me as a… stable hand or some other sort of servant.

[--Issacs--]
Kenneth didn’t have much when he came to you, did he?

[--Gieuseppe--]
If he did, then no, probably not. Most do not, Officer Issacs. That’s why they work for me, to try and get something.

[--Issacs--]
Yes, something indeed. You see, we think that Kenneth was stealing from you. Do you know anything about that?

[--Gieuseppe--]
No.

[--Issacs--]
Really? Now, I find that hard to believe.

[--Gieuseppe--]
Officer, I encounter many peoples every day of my life. I don’t even know half of the people who work for me in my own home. I am, as you say, an important man. If some stable boy happens to come and go it is really none of my concern as long at the end of the day my needs are taken care of in the order deemed fit.

[--Issacs--]
Well, you see, he was fired from your employment. Do you know why?

[--Gieuseppe--]
I don’t remember, but I’m sure you will tell me.

[--Issacs--]
He accidentally let one of your horses free, didn’t he?

[--Gieuseppe--]
I can’t say for certain, I-

[--Issacs--]
And a short while after that, he went missing. No contact with his family. His mother called us in tears begging us to find him… and do you know where she said for us to look first?

Issacs casually pointed at Gieuseppe.

[--Issacs--]
Now, are you going to tell us what we want to know?

[--Gieuseppe--]
I can’t even remember anyone of that name in my emp-

Issacs moved over the table and opened the folder, revealing a color photograph. The man was young, energetic and smiling. He had long, dark hair and beautiful brown eyes. Gieuseppe doesn’t stir, but his interest is caught.

[--Issacs--]
Do you remember this then?

Gieuseppe closed his eyes, delving deep into the coffers of his mind.

The scene opens up to the man from the picture, sleeping soundly. Quickly, almost violently, his eyes shoot open. Bloodshot and weary, he darts his eyes around but nothing can be revealed to him. As you see more of Kenneth, it is realized very quickly that he can not move. His arms, his legs, his neck, and his head are all strapped down on the large iron slab he now rests on, nude. The stale air doesn’t move as Kenneth begins to panic. Breathing heavily he tries to scream, only to have his sounds muffled by the leather strap over his mouth. His breaths become sharper as a lone light turns on. And his eyes dart to the figure entering the picture.

Gieuseppe Octavian DeProvance emerged from the darkness, clothed in a large white coat. His hair was tossed and mangled, his smile was wicked. Casually he walked up to the captured man and gently pets his head…

Attempting to calm down his victim.

[--Gieuseppe--]
Shh, shh, shh… Kenneth, shh. Why are you so afraid? You are in my loving hands now.

Kenneth’s eyes began to water up as he let out a long whimper. Gieuseppe continued to talk over it.

[--Gieuseppe--]
You know, I’ve been watching you for quite some time, Kenneth. You were always one who caught my eye…

Gieuseppe looked up and down Kenneth’s naked body.

[--Gieuseppe--]
That’s why I was so disappointed in you when you failed to do what was asked, Kenneth. I held you to a higher standard than those other drones, because you could have been something. I could have taken you from the very clay of life itself and molded you into something beautiful… something that made life worth living for.

Gieuseppe leans over and kisses Kenneth’s forehead.

[--Gieuseppe--]
Instead, you go and disappoint me… tsk, tsk, tsk. Kenneth, you know better than to do that.

Kenneth looks at Gieuseppe, his eyes pleading for the forgiveness and compassion his words can not.

[--Gieuseppe--]
So you know, I have to undo what I had begun to make. I have to punish you to the same standards I held you at, Kenneth, because I am loving and giving.

A click is heard.

[--Gieuseppe--]
But I am vengeful.

Gieuseppe’s eyes burn with rage as a motor begins running, and a soft hum of metal turning on metal is heard. Very deliberately, Gieuseppe pulls an electric saw from the shadows, his knuckles ghost white from his tight grip on the handle of the device. Kenneth tried to scream one more time as Gieuseppe moved in, but he couldn’t make out anything.

Tears streamed down Kenneth’s face as Gieuseppe lifted the rotating blades above his head. With a quick motion, Gieuseppe thrust them down into the shoulder of his victim… cutting into the flesh of his prey. Blood shot in every direction as the sound of metal tearing flesh, blood splattering on the floor, and screams filled the room. The rotating blades continued to spin inside Kenneth’s shoulder, tearing at the soft flesh of his body. Gieuseppe continued to look on in anger when a soft cracking sound interrupted the whirring. Very swiftly, however, the soft crack turned into a violent one as Gieuseppe tore through the joint and bone of Kenneth’s shoulder, forcing gravity to take its hold on the body part and bringing the arm down. Blood continued to pour from the wound as the blades stopped whirring, causing Kenneth’s recently severed arm to slip free from the leather grip binding it and off the slab, onto the ground, rested in a pool of his own blood.

Gieuseppe looked on for a moment at his work, touching Kenneth’s open flesh gently.

[--Gieuseppe--]
Do you see, Kenneth? Do you see my masterpiece? Don’t you see its beauty?

Kenneth swallowed, his cheeks wet with tears.

[--Gieuseppe--]
This could be my best work yet, Kenneth. Feel honored you have a place in history.

Kenneth’s muffled cries barely escaped the leather. Gieuseppe stepped back for a few seconds, admiring his work.

[--Gieuseppe--]
Wait…I can’t stop now. Ingenuity doesn’t just appear out of nowhere every day! No, Kenneth! We must keep going! For the sake of perfection-

A click is heard once again, followed by the motor and then the blades.

[--Gieuseppe--]
We must. Keep. Going.

Gieuseppe lifted the blades gently up and once again slammed them down into his masterpiece, this time, the other shoulder is his target. In the same gruesome fashion, Gieuseppe continues to push the blades down slowly, tearing flesh. Kenneth’s screams of pain pierce the air of the room, but nobody is around to hear his muffled cries for help. The same soft cracking is heard as before, and once again Gieuseppe violently finishes off the job, shattering the bones and severing Kenneth’s arm from his body. Gieuseppe stared as the blood flowed from the wound and down the soft skin of Kenneth’s body and severed arm.

[--Gieuseppe--]
I...

Gieuseppe releases the strap binding the arm and watches it fall to the floor. He them puts his hand in the river of blood flowing down the slab. He stares at his crimson hand before wiping it along his face and neck.

[--Gieuseppe--]
I’ve never seen something so… perfect…

Gieuseppe stands back and stares at the body of Kenneth, both arms removed from the shoulders. Gieuseppe breathes in the air and removes his bloodstained jacket. His naked body glistens in the light as do the few trickles of blood falling down his abdomen. Gieuseppe moves forward and gently removes the straps from Kenneth’s body. Gieuseppe stuffs a gag in Kenneth’s mouth as he gently flips him over.

Gieuseppe holds his victim tightly, to prevent him from falling, and leans in. He smells his body and licks some of the blood from Kenneth’s back. Gieuseppe then loses himself in his bloodlust and violently begins to rape the tortured man. Violently, Gieuseppe pulls on his blood soaked hair and licks the side of Kenneth’s face. His grunts of passion are accompanied softly by Kenneth’s cries.

Gieuseppe stops for a moment and lets Kenneth fall. He stares at the man, fallen in his own blood, before he lifts him once more. Kenneth’s skin is now a ghastly white and his eyes stay barely open as Gieuseppe thrusts his penis into his mouth causing him to gag. Gieuseppe waits a few moments as Kenneth struggles to breath, to try and stay alive, until his mouth explodes with blood and vomit. Gieuseppe closes his eyes in euphoria as Kenneth’s lifeless body falls to the ground, his struggle with life finally come to an end…

[--Issacs--]
Do you remember now, Gieuseppe?

The scene fades back to the interrogation room.

[--Issacs--]
GIEUSEPPE?! DO YOU REMEMBER HIM?

Gieuseppe opens his eyes and stares directly into Issacs’.

[--Gieuseppe--]
No.

Issacs sighs as he picks up the manila folder. He casually walks to the door and instructs the men outside of it to let Gieuseppe free. Gieuseppe stands as they enter the room and remove the handcuffs from his wrists. He walks out into the light of the station and stares at officers Issacs and Adams, who impede his way out.

[--Issacs--]
So, you’re in some wrestling federation now, huh?

[--Adams--]
Is that where you get your kicks, you sick fuck? If you wanted someone to beat you up, I would have gladly done it back there.

Gieuseppe smirks.

[--Gieuseppe--]
No, sirs. It’s not like that at all… It’s just… sport.

[--Issacs--]
Sport, eh? Yeah, right. What are you going to do next, huh? Take over the world?

Gieuseppe casually walks between the two of them. They stare at him as he walks down the hall to the door. He stops when he places his hand on the knob and takes one last look back at his interrogators.

[--Gieuseppe--]
No… just television. The World will follow after.

Gieuseppe opens the door and exits into the night. The scene fades to black.

Hey jude, dont be afraid.
You were made to go out and get her.
The minute you let her under your skin,
Then you begin to make it better.

And anytime you feel the pain, hey jude, refrain,
Dont carry the world upon your shoulders.
For well you know that its a fool who plays it cool
By making his world a little colder.

[Romeo]

*****

Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup
They slither while they pass, they slip away across the universe
Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my open mind
Possessing and caressing me

*****

The skies were not covered with clouds, and the midlight rays of the sun pierced through the blue and shone down brightly onto the church grounds, and a small, dry breeze blew through, rustling very lightly the leaves on the trees. The old, marble church stood tall, bearing the heat proudly like it does day to day, without much complaint.

The church was empty inside. There was no such thing as a noontime service, but there were a couple of scattered devoted who were kneeling on the pews, praying. The door to the room beside the altar, where the sacraments were kept, swung open and out came the parish priest, in his priestly vestments. He paid his respects to the Sacrament and the altar, and slowly made his way to the confessional.

He opened the door to the brown, wooden box and stepped inside. He took his usual seat and leaned against the wall. Not long after, he heard the door on the other side open and then close shut. Someone is quick to make their business. The person on the other side spoke immediately. It was a man.

Confessee. Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.

Priest (opening with the sign of the cross). In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit; amen. The Lord bless you, my son. Tell me, what is your name?

Confessee. …My name is Jude.

Priest. Jude. After the patron saint of the desperate. Tell me, Jude, what brings you to ask the Lord’s forgiveness?

Jude. Many things, Father. Dreadful things. Things I’m not really sure the Lord would forgive me for.

Priest. You seem to reflect your namesake well, Jude. But do not underestimate the Lord, Jude. He forgives as long as you are willing to be forgiven.

Jude. Why do you think that’s so, Father? Is there not a transgression grave enough for the Lord to refuse forgiveness?

Priest. Trust me, Jude. The Lord forgives all, as long as the heart wills it. Now, tell me what there is to be forgiven.

Jude. Well… first of all, I committed theft. Nothing big, Father, just small ones. We people are greedy, you know?

Priest. Understandable, and it is a true shame for people to be walking hand-in-hand with their own greed. Carry on.

Jude. And… I have also slept with another man’s wife.

Priest. Sadly, that is all too common these days, but I praise your courage for coming clean with it.

Jude. Thank you, Father. I have to say that that wasn’t an easy one to admit.

Priest. Not at all, my son. What else is there? Is that it?

Jude. Oh, no, Father, that’s not just it. I didn’t come here to waste your time with a few.

Priest (slightly amused). Jude, my child, my time is not wasted as long as you desire to return to the Lord. His time is not wasted to those who love Him.

Jude. Well, that’s just real kind of Him.

Priest. It’s how the Lord loves us.

Jude. I’m grateful.

Priest. So is there anything else?

Jude. Well… I have laid hands… well, more like fists, on my fellow men. But it’s what I do, Father. I’m a wrestler, you see.

Priest. Is that so? Amateur?

Jude. Professional, Father.

Priest. I see. Given the nature of your… sport, as long as you do not really intend to harm your opponents, that much is all right.

Jude. We do do our best to keep one another safe in the ring.

Priest. Indeed. That much is all right.

Jude. Anyway, Father… there’s also this one thing.

Priest. Hmm? What is it, my son?

Jude. Well, Father, there was also… murder.

Priest (shocked but not outright). …Is… this so, Jude?

Jude. I’m afraid so, Father. Not just once… but thrice, as well.

Priest (even more shocked). …I see. And why did you do this?

Jude. I felt… the urge to.

Priest (still shocked). Is that so? Well, I don’t think I can begin to understand it, and I doubt it should try to, but thank heavens, thank heavens, now at least you’re contrite.

Jude (a little sad). Will the Lord still forgive me?

Priest. Of course…of course He will. Like I said, Jude, He forgives all, as long as your heart wills it.

Jude. I may have done these things, but you know, Father. I shall be fighting this man… whom they say did even worse things than me.

Priest (failing to see how it’s relevant). Really.

Jude. They say… they say he’s a cannibal. If I put him in his place, will the Lord forgive me?

Priest. My son, you should know that it is not right to gossip about your fellow man, that is indeed false witness. But even if it were the truth, you don’t have to do this. The Lord will have his way with that man. Tell him instead that if he is not ashamed of his sins, God’s gonna cut him down.

Jude (slightly amused). Johnny Cash.

Priest (impressed with himself, despite his shock). I’m a big fan.

Jude. Anyway… he’s even a blasphemer, Father. He calls himself Giuseppe Octavian DeProvance… see his initials? He’s trying to be a GOD.

Priest (confused). I thought it was all just a persona? They were all just personas?

Jude. I have a bad feeling about this, Father. I have a bad feeling about him.

Priest. Trust in the Lord, son. He will wreak vengeance upon those who transgress.

Jude (suddenly turning vicious). This man cannot be GOD, Father. Because there is no God.

Priest (aghast). Jude!

Jude. What, Father?

Priest. I thought you were here to confess! To return to God!

Jude. You’re quite right, Father. I confess that I refuse to believe in a God who does not take vengeance at those who have committed grave crimes. And I lied.

Priest (even more shocked). Jude!

Jude. I did not come here because I was seeking penance, I came here to witness firsthand how your God works. And my suspicions were right. Your God is merciful to a fault, preferring to let transgressions past as long as one “wills to be forgiven”. What do you do about human atrocities? Oh, they are all forgiven, as long as they “want to be forgiven”, are they not? The courts of men hand out true justice, but your God forgives the gravest insult to life in a breath of a word.

Priest (now angered). Enough, Jude! Enough! How dare you speak of God that way! One such as you, who does not understand how He works!

Jude (enjoying this). Oh, yes, Father, I do dare. I dare to defy both God and GOD, and prove that anyone who believes in either is just plain weak. My opponent, a vile human being, even viler than myself, choosing to style himself as a GOD, but what God is there to take after but the weak, merciful one you all praise? This one I shall defeat… and there shall be no more Gods nor GODs left standing.

Priest (still angry). Now you’ve truly wasted my time. Leave. I have never been so offended in all my years of serving the Lord. Plese leave, Jude.

More silence met the order.

Priest (insistent). Jude. Leave. The Lord have mercy on your soul.

Jude. That is all that “He” is good at. Weak. Very well, Father, I shall go.

The priest hears the door on the other side open up and close again. He was pondering on what kind of man would pull such a stunt when all of a sudden, the door on his side swings open and he felt a firm hand grasp him in the arm and drag him out of the confessional box. Jude hoisted the fragile minister up on his shoulders and gave him a blazing-fast Helter Skelter to the church’s stone floor, much to the shock of the few people who were praying in the church at the moment.

Jude (cocky). Well, Father, that’s how I plan to defeat GOD. And possibly God, if He gets in the way too.

Jude walks out of the church briskly, without heeding the witnesses to his brutal assault against the priest, smiling to himself as he thinks about the foolish God that apparently watches over this useless waste of an installation of gravel, concrete, and marble.

A black car waits outside in the church’s driveway, which Jude approaches. He opens the door and gets in, to reveal Bill at the driver’s seat.

Bill. I hope you didn’t do anything stupid this time.

Jude (lying). Don’t worry about it. Let’s go.

Bill. Hold on… you did do something? Did you? Did you?

Jude. Let’s go, Bill.

Bill (seeing through the lie). No, I’m gonna go inside.

Bill gets out of the car and goes into the church, walking around a bit. It doesn’t take long for him to spot the priest’s broken body lying on the floor, with a small pool of blood springing forth from his temple. Bill immediately pieces together what happened and immediately heads back outside, only to see a trail of dust and the car already driving off in the distance. Needless to say, Jude had taken off without him.

Bill (shouting after him). JUUUUUUUUUUDE!!!

*****

Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes
That call me on and on across the universe
Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box
They tumble blindly as they make their way across the universe

Nothing’s gonna change my world.

*****

[Blackwell]

LPW Inferno 14.1 LIVE from the Arena Mexico in Mexico City, Mexico

Lucha Libre Tag Match
Sylvester Eccleston and Sockoman vs. The War Pig and Chris K.

Andrew Carpenter vs. Killian Halycon

Bobino vs. Trey Spruance

Television Title Match
Jude Maxwell (c) vs. Giuseppe Octavian DeProvance

NPD vs. Jeff Watson

Main Event - Tag Team Match
The Misfits (Mass Chaos and Ken Ryans) vs. White Falcon and Styxx

[Soul]

December 18th, 1990

It was a lovely day. Snow was falling, had been for a few days more then likely. The entire forest ahead of him was white, with some brown from the tree trunks. They weren’t let out to play very often, so he had to make the most of it. He ran past some of the adults, talking about the new year approaching. How close they were to being ready.

But now was not the time to think on what the grown-ups were thinking, now was the time for playing!

He stopped for a moment and looked over at a bench near the doors. A boy, a few years younger then Sylvester was, was sitting there, watching the rest of the children play. He looked rather sad and lonely to Sylvester, he knew he needed to help. There should be no frowning at a time like this! He quickly walked over to the younger boy, who looked up at him and blinked, looking shocked that anyone would approach him.

Sylvester: Hi! Want to play?

The boy blinked, still confused for some reason that Sylvester couldn’t comprehend.

Boy: Erm...I...guess.

The boy stood up hesitantly, still a bit surprised that anyone would want to play with him, that anyone would be brave enough to make that risk. Sylvester wasn’t thinking on that, why would he? He just wanted the boy to have some fun.

Sylvester: How about tag?

Boy: Al...right.

Sylvester quickly gave the boy a light smack on the shoulder, not trying to hurt him, just to play the game.

Sylvester: Tag!

The boy, instead of running off as Sylvester expected, took a step back, as if he’d been shoved with a greater force then Sylvester’s light one.

Sylvester: Are you alright?

Sylvester was certainly surprised when he saw tears begin to well in the boy’s eyes. He heard a shout from behind him and suddenly felt a good deal of fear overcome him. Behind him James Gorman, Mr. Jacobi’s advisor was running over. He growled at Sylvester and put a hand on the other boy’s shoulder.

James: Master Jacobi, are you alright?

The boy continued to cry as James looked over at Sylvester, a look of anger coming over his face.

James: Stupid boy!

He raises his hand as Sylvester took a step back, knowing what was coming next. The hand began to come down towards him as-

Flight Attendant: Sir?

He sat up straight, glancing around at the airplane.

Sylvester: Oh...my apologies, I guess I fell asleep.

She gave him a warm smile.

Flight Attendant: That’s not a problem sir, we’ve landed.

Sylvester: Oh, good. Thank you.

He got up from his seat as the Flight Attendant walked away to wake up other sleeping passengers. Sylvester quickly retrieved his luggage, a single bag containing a few changes of clothes, a letter from the leader, and his cane. He made sure the cane had no scratches or dents from the plane ride. It was the leader’s, and he had to make sure it was in perfect condition for when the leader would want it looked at again. Satisfied that it was in the same condition as it was when it was given to him, he left the plane and noticed a short man with black hair, wearing a blue suit and standing next to a rainbow-colored car, holding a sign with his name on it.

Sylvester walked over to the man, staring at the car in bewilderment. He’d seen a car before, of course, but never one that was so...well, colorful. The man gave him a smile and extended his hand, which Sylvester took and shook.

Man: My name is Matthew Ward, Mr. Gorman has assigned me to drive you around and make sure you’re comfortable during your mission.

Sylvester flinched a bit at the mention of Gorman, but kept smiling at the man.

Sylvester: It is very nice to meet you, Mr. Ward.

Matthew took Sylvester’s bag and placed it in the trunk as Sylvester watched, having never seen someone using a car before.

Matthew: Right then, let’s be off.

Sylvester nodded and began to walk up to the left side of the car, opening the driver’s door and staring at the steering wheel in confusion.

Sylvester: Your car is backwards!

Matthew sighed, having been told by Gorman that Sylvester was completely new to America’s ways.

Matthew: In America, we drive on the right side of the road, so the driver’s seat is on the left.

Sylvester: Ah...I see. My apologies, Mr. Ward.

Matthew: It’s quite alright.

Sylvester nodded and moved to the other side, getting in and buckling himself in as Matthew got into the driver’s seat and, a moment later, they were off.

----------

Sylvester watched the countryside whizz by, his arm supporting his head as he leaned it against the window to watch. Green and brown whizzing by, oh it was lovely. He’d never been in a car before and it was absolutely fantastic.

Matthew: So, you’re in a Lucha tag team match for your debut.

Sylvester: What’s “Lucha”?

Matthew: Mexican wrestling. Very popular here. It’s pretty much people jumping off of things and doing high-flying moves.

Sylvester: But...I’m a technical wrestler....

Matthew: Yeah, well, maybe your partner will be skilled in it.

Sylvester: Oh, that’s right. Who is my partner and opponents?

Matthew: Your partner is Sockman, and you’ll be facing Chris K and The War Pig.

Sylvester looked over at him and blinked.

Sylvester: “Sockoman”? “The War Pig”? What odd names....

Matthew: Yeah, well, they’ve all had matches before you. They’ll probably focus on you, since you’re the rookie.

Sylvester: Ah...good to know...

Matthew: You feel good about this? Think you’re going to win?

Sylvester: It’s what Mr. Gorman told me to do...so yes....

He looked back at the road, watching the world whizz by, doing his best to forget for the moment....

----------

A few hours later Sylvester was in his hotel room, sitting on the small bed. His clothing for the match was laid out, his jacket and tie lying on the other bed for in the morning. He was quite tired, experiencing jet lag for the first time in his life, he was ready to go to sleep. Then the phone on the desk next to his bed began to ring. He yawned and picked it up, bringing the receiver to his ear.

Sylvester: Hello?

James: Hello, Sylvester.

Sylvester froze, not expecting to hear the icy voice of Gorman so soon.

Sylvester: Er..h-hello sir...how are you?

James: Fine. Are you prepared?

Sylvester: Of course sir....

James: Good. We expect you to win, and continue your little “learning trip.”

Sylvester could hear the mocking tone at the end of his sentence. Was it really so odd to want to learn about what he was told he would harm?

Sylvester: I will, sir.

James: Of course. If not...

His tone became more menacing, sending a shiver up Sylvester’s spine.

James: There will be consequences.

Sylvester: Y-yes sir....

Gorman hung up without another word, leaving Sylvester to sit there a moment to make sure the man wasn’t just being silent, then put the phone back down. He sat there, staring at the phone for a while, his mind thinking on his match. He had to win. He had to. Just to make sure there were no...consequences. He finally laid down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, his mind turning back to that cold December morning as he fell into the warm arms of sleep.

End

[chris_K]

LPW Inferno 14.1 LIVE from the Arena Mexico in Mexico City, Mexico
Tonight's Card:


Lucha Libre Tag Match
The War Pig and Chris K.

Andrew Carpenter

Trey Spruance

Television Title Match
Jude Maxwell (c)

NPD

Main Event - Tag Team Match
White Falcon and Styxx


ALSO...DREAD CONFRONTS CASH FLO, NEW WSHC AL BOO BOO WILL SPEAK ON HIS TITLE WIN, WEVV MANG KISSES HAM'S ASS, AND MORE!!!

[Cash Flo]

The War Pig and Chris K.

Andrew Carpenter

Bobino

Television Title Match
Jude Maxwell (c)

Jeff Watson

Main Event - Tag Team Match
White Falcon and Styxx

[PopeFred]

The War Pig and Chris K.
Andrew Carpenter
Trey Spruance
Jude Maxwell (c)
Jeff Watson
White Falcon and Styxx

[Soul]

LPW Inferno 14.1 LIVE from the Arena Mexico in Mexico City, Mexico

Tonight's Card:

Lucha Libre Tag Match
Sylvester Eccleston and Sockoman vs. The War Pig and Chris K.

Andrew Carpenter vs. Killian Halycon

Bobino vs. Trey Spruance

Television Title Match
Jude Maxwell (c) vs. Giuseppe Octavian DeProvance

NPD vs. Jeff Watson

Main Event - Tag Team Match
The Misfits (Mass Chaos and Ken Ryans) vs. White Falcon and Styxx


ALSO...DREAD CONFRONTS CASH FLO, NEW WSHC AL BOO BOO WILL SPEAK ON HIS TITLE WIN, WEVV MANG KISSES HAM'S ASS, AND MORE!!!

Votes are subject to change.

[Hatchet]

The War Pig and Chris K.

Andrew Carpenter
Trey Spruance
Jude Maxwell (c)
Jeff Watson
White Falcon and Styxx

[Romeo]

^ What's up with the random smilies?

LPW Inferno 14.1 LIVE from the Arena Mexico in Mexico City, Mexico
Tonight's Card:

Lucha Libre Tag Match
Sylvester Eccleston and Sockoman vs. The War Pig and Chris K.

Andrew Carpenter vs. Killian Halycon

Bobino vs. Trey Spruance

Television Title Match
Jude Maxwell (c) vs. Giuseppe Octavian DeProvance

NPD vs. Jeff Watson

Main Event - Tag Team Match
The Misfits (Mass Chaos and Ken Ryans) vs. White Falcon and Styxx

[Tromboner Man]

LPW Inferno 14.1 LIVE from the Arena Mexico in Mexico City, Mexico
Tonight's Card:


Lucha Libre Tag Match
Sylvester Eccleston and Sockoman vs. The War Pig and Chris K.

Andrew Carpenter vs. Killian Halycon

Bobino vs. Trey Spruance

Television Title Match
Jude Maxwell (c) vs. Giuseppe Octavian DeProvance

BRILLIANT Promo for DeProvance. The best rookie promo since Krimson Mask. Maybe even better. I loved it and am a fan of DeProvance!

NPD vs. Jeff Watson

Main Event - Tag Team Match
The Misfits (Mass Chaos and Ken Ryans) vs. White Falcon and Styxx

Sorry for some blind votes. Off to Sydney in the morning, not sure if I'll get a chance to edit these.

[TheComplex]

Lucha Libre Tag Match
Sylvester Eccleston and Sockoman vs. The War Pig and Chris K.

Andrew Carpenter vs. Killian Halycon

Bobino vs. Trey Spruance

Television Title Match
Jude Maxwell (c) vs. Giuseppe Octavian DeProvance

NPD vs. Jeff Watson

Main Event - Tag Team Match
The Misfits (Mass Chaos and Ken Ryans) vs. White Falcon and Styxx

--Votes will change--

[SoL]

Lucha Libre Tag Match
The War Pig and Chris K.

Andrew Carpenter

Bobino

Television Title Match
Giuseppe Octavian DeProvance

Jeff Watson

Main Event - Tag Team Match
White Falcon and Styxx

[Dr.Wagner]

LPW Inferno 14.1 LIVE from the Arena Mexico in Mexico City, Mexico
Tonight's Card:


Lucha Libre Tag Match
The War Pig and Chris K.

Killian Halycon

Bobino

Television Title Match
Giuseppe Octavian DeProvance

NPD

Main Event - Tag Team Match
White Falcon and Styxx

[EB4]

LPW Inferno 14.1 LIVE from the Arena Mexico in Mexico City, Mexico
Tonight's Card:


Lucha Libre Tag Match
Sylvester Eccleston and Sockoman

Andrew Carpenter

Trey Spruance

Television Title Match
Jude Maxwell (c)

Jeff Watson

Main Event - Tag Team Match
White Falcon and Styxx


ALSO...DREAD CONFRONTS CASH FLO, NEW WSHC AL BOO BOO WILL SPEAK ON HIS TITLE WIN, WEVV MANG KISSES HAM'S ASS, AND MORE!!!


PROMO ONLY until Tuesday, April 7 at 11:59 PM EST! VOTING AND PROMO until Thursday, April 9 at 11:59 PM EST!

[Jeff Watson]

LPW Inferno 14.1 LIVE from the Arena Mexico in Mexico City, Mexico
Tonight's Card:

Votes are in bold and could change.

Lucha Libre Tag Match
Sylvester Eccleston and Sockoman vs. The War Pig and Chris K.

Andrew Carpenter vs. Killian Halycon

Bobino vs. Trey Spruance

Television Title Match
Jude Maxwell (c) vs. Giuseppe Octavian DeProvance

NPD vs. Jeff Watson

Main Event - Tag Team Match
The Misfits (Mass Chaos and Ken Ryans) vs. White Falcon and Styxx

[Vikodin]

Lucha Libre Tag Match
The War Pig and Chris K.

Andrew Carpenter

Trey Spruance

Television Title Match
Jude Maxwell (c)

NPD

Main Event - Tag Team Match
White Falcon and Styxx

[PIG-E.]

*The War Pig is seen standing in an alley of some type trying to rip the mask off and once again talking to either the mask or himself*

War Pig: GET OFF OF ME! wait. Why am I trying to rid myself of you when it was because of you that I won and am now #1 contender. Why the fuck do I deny your unbelievable strength and greatness.

*He takes off the mask*

PIG-E.: It's not me. You turn me into what I fear and loathe. But, what's that? Together we succeed, apart I fail.

*He puts the mask on again*

War Pig: NO! I WILL NOT SUBMIT! I can no longer deny your strength and power. Without you I'm nothing. I'm no better than any other fuckin' jobber. Together we'll win and together we will enjoy the benefits that we will gain on our rampage. We will pillage the village and trash the sene. We will take what's rightfully ours. We will systematicly demolish all competition until we have reached the top. None of which I could do without you.

[NPD]

*The scene begins with a figure standing there in a room. His back is turned to the camera, standing there motionless, just staring. The figure holds up one finger, as if to say, "one second, hold on"... the figure runs behind the camera, moves it slightly to the right, fifteen seconds pass by, and the figure comes running back into position where the camera is focused now. This time, the figure is wearing a wig, dress, and heels. The figure speaks.*

Wigged figure: Hey...

*Laughter occurs.*

Wigged figure: I miss you Jeff.

*More laughter erupts out of the figure as it dashes toward the camera in a fiery sprint, the camcorder is forcefully grabbed and zoomed directly into the figure's face. He begins screaming at the camcorder, female dressed, wig and all.*

NPD: aHaAhhhAhAhhhaHaHA... is this how your love story goes? Please. Cry to your therapist, cry to your friends, cry to me, Maria. Jeff Watson, cry for NPD. I'll take all of your tears and drink them, like this.

*NPD begins to make himself cry, easily on demand, and grabbed a small shot glass, he fills the shot glass a quarter of the way with his own tears and shows the glass to the camcorder. He swallows it whole.*

NPD: mMmmm... sadness never tasted this good. What am I gonna do...

*NPD shouts at the camcorder.*

NPD: WHAT AM I GONNA DO!? I'm going to get it back, I am going to get it back. Do you hear me Watson? Wait, wait one second.

*NPD slams the camcorder down and runs off screen again. He comes back on, same dressed, only different wig, and stands in front of the camcorder.*

NPD: Hi, I'm Dr. Tiffany Williams, can I speak with NPD? I really think he's a handsome man.

*NPD stands there, smiling to himself after saying that.*

NPD: And I would like to ask him the root of his problems... NPD, do you miss something?

Yes, I'm sorry, I just noticed how beautiful you are.

*NPD turns his head around.*

NPD: Oh, and wow, I just noticed how pretty she is walking down the road, and her standing in line at the Blockbuster, and that woman speaking to that other woman, who is unspokenly heavenly herself.

*NPD rips the wig off and begins screaming toward the camera again.*

NPD: Stop this show. You want a show? I'll give you a show. Listen here boy.

There once was a man, a very bright knowledgeable man, who had something so prized to him. It took this man a very long time to get what he wanted, but he did. He may have looked at himself in the mirror often throughout the entire time waiting for it, but in the end, it was all worth it. This man, now has severe problems, who scare many, many people. He is unstable, he has no control over what he does or thinks, it just happens. This man lost his prize, just, like, that. Just like you Jeff Watson. Your all broken up about this predicament your in. I applaud you for one thing. Your still thinking about it, like me. I'm thinking about holding what's mine once again. I'm thinking about TAKING what's mine again. Just like you. I know in the end of this soap opera you call your life, you, the South Beach Superstar, your chapter of your life known as the Maria Chronicles, at least that's what I see it as, will end, and you'll be with her, or without her. My story Jeff, is also unknown as of right now. But, the way it will end, will be at my discretion.

*NPD grabs a note that he had written earlier.*

Drew Michaels, NPD, White Falcon, Mass Chaos, Styxx?, NPD... the end.

[NPD]

Lucha Libre Tag Match
The War Pig and Chris K.

Killian Halycon

Bobino

Television Title Match
Giuseppe Octavian DeProvance (awesome promo with the "Hey Jude")

NPD

Main Event - Tag Team Match
White Falcon and Styxx

[White Falcon]

Lucha Libre Tag Match
The War Pig and Chris K.

Andrew Carpenter

Trey Spruance

Television Title Match
Giuseppe Octavian DeProvance

Jeff Watson

Main Event - Tag Team Match
White Falcon and Styxx

[Mass Chaos]

Everything changes in an instant!

One moment, you are one of the many! The next moment, you are one of the few, or the one!

A magical journey from the bottom of the rung to the top of the stratsosphere! The man who no one believed would reach the top of the mountain has!

I should be overjoyed and an other cliched emotional response!

But I feel dread! Fear! Not of the challenges to come! But of the amount of battles I must fight!


Styxx...

NPD...

White Falcon...

STYXXXXXX!!!


All the while wondering if I can trust an ally who was an enemy. The question continues to be asked. Why did you become a Misfit, Ken Ryans?


Why, indeed!


We see Mass Chaos sitting in the Misfits lockeroom, three hours after Take No Prisoners! He is still exhausted from all that had happened. The shock of winning the title, White Falcon snapping, the return of Ham. Tonight was truly a momentous night.


Trey: Savoring the moment, brother?

Chaos: Maybe, Trey! I don't know! I guess it is still kind of weird holding this belt, being in the same category as all the greats that held this belt. I don't feel I deserve to hold this.

Trey: But you do! You are now the main man on Inferno. You got that title the way it should be attained. Hard work! No politics, no bullshit! You give many people hope that there is no glass ceiling or prototype of who can be a champion! You made it! So can we!

Chaos: Thanks Trey! I probably needed that. I can be my own worst critic!

Trey: No shit, man!

Chaos: How was it out there with Ryans?

Trey: It was good! He is just unbelievable in that ring! Just a focused tactician! Nice that he is on our side now!

Chaos: Do you trust him, Trey!

Trey: (Pause) At first, I was like you. I didn't trust him! He did too much to us! But you know what, we all have had our fuck ups. Sometimes when you fuck up big and believe no one will forgive you, it helps you psychologically when you are forgiven. I know I was after I basically ran out on the Misfits! And you and Drew forgave me. Maybe that is what he needs!

Chaos: But from who?

Trey: The one he made life a living hell for! You!

Chaos: I don't know how!

Trey: Look at it this way. He was an enemy and a rival! When Ed betrayed you, he was like a little brother to you. And you forgave him.

Chaos: You're right Trey. (Pause) You are right. I wonder what is in store for me at 14.1. What is in store for all of us!

????: You never know!


Both men turn there heads to the door and notice Wevv Meng, smirking. Trey keeps his guard up while Chaos nods to his one time rival.


Chaos: Shame about losing to Marcus!

Wevv: The crude jokes are unbecoming of a World Champion, Chaos! This company would do better if it where someone like me!

Chaos: Step in line if you wish!

Wevv: In do time, old friend! But I believe I have something of importance to share with you. Your upcoming match at 14.1 in Mexico City! I don't have to tell you both how big this show is for the company and the new management!

Chaos: Figured as much!

Wevv: Oh, don't fret Chaos. You are not in the crosshairs of Mr. Ham. Yet, that is! He may want to destroy Drew Michaels, but Mr. Ham knows business and money when he sees it. And your story is money! Sorry that your first Inferno show as Champ, you will have to face off against two men who will want to break you for that title.

Chaos: So a tag match?

Wevv: Correct! Styxx and White Falcon are your opponents! I would prepare well. I believe they will do everything in there power to break you in pieces. You will more than likely need a solid partner you could trust!


Wevv starts to walk out of the door, than turns his head.


Wevv: By the way, you will be teaming with Ken Ryans! Have fun and good luck!


Wevv walks off as Chaos looks a little concerned.


Trey: What are you going to do?

Chaos: Find a way for me a Ryans to get on the same page! And find a way to break my lack of trust in him.


When there is so much bad blood between men, you have to find a common link that will bring you together. Than the trust builds. What would that be for me and Ryans? Not just being Misfits is enough in this time where I have a target all over my body from people that either want my belt or want me indisposed of! What could bring us together?

We need him! Our enemy list grows! We need a united front! And I need to swallow my damn pride and forgive!


A few days later, Ken Ryans is in on the outskirts of Mexico City at Chapultepec Park. Ryans notices the monuments erected in the center of the park and gazes at them, wondering what they mean.


Chaos: This places has a lot of history, Mr. Ryans. But one part history means everything to Mexico. How much do you know about the US-Mexico War?

Ryans: Only the basics. They only tell you who won in the end where I was.

Chaos: Understandable. This place was the last line of defense for Mexico City. Most of the soldiers stationed here where either instructors or students. The US Army charged. In the end they won. What American history won’t tell you is the sacrifice of the people this monument stands for.

Chaos: This monument is for Los Ninos Heroes! They where six boys, ages ranging from 14-19 that stood there ground and died for there country, even though youth or fear should have gripped them. There is one story of one of the boys wrapping himself in the Mexican flag and plunging himself off the roof, rather than surrender and have the colors taken down.

Ryans: Loyalty, bravery, and honor!

Chaos: Yes, and a symbol. The same symbol that Crockett, Bowie, and Travis became at The Alamo. We may lose now and again, but the heart and sacrifice we place in a cause will never die. We are about to be in a war like this.

Ryans: How do you figure?

Chaos: Ham is back. Drew is in his scope! He will do whatever he wants to get to Drew. I have three men who want my title. You and Trey just embarrassed Cash Flo and Mr. Brown. The list of those with a cause to rid themselves of the Misfits grows. It grows longer than when you where organizing it.

Ryans: And add those that have a problem with me joining, and you have an army against a platoon.

Chaos: Exactly! And what is the big ethos in combat about brothers in arms?

Ryans: Do you trust the man that is in the same fox hole as you!

Chaos: Correct! Drew trusts you and believes in you! Trey trusts you and is starting to believe in you! Sean trusts you! Now I must in turn do the same. It is not easy for me. You have caused so much pain to me! You catered to Styxx hate and drove him to try and destroy me. (Pause) But sometimes you have to learn that forgiveness is always best. My word still stands. You betray us, and you will see a side of me that Styxx never did! But, my brother, I need someone to stand by me in the battles to come. I need a soldier! I need a warrior! I forgive and forget what our past was. It is behind us! We look ahead, to the future!


Chaos extends his hand out to his former adversary. Ryans shakes it and stands tall.


Ryans: We will not become martyrs, Chaos. You can count on me!

Chaos: I do! Falcon and Styxx share a common hate for what we are! Falcon hates us because we are “sinners”! I guess God has changed if lust for power and self righteousness are the new way!

Ryans: Darkness is consuming him. I can tell better than anyone. That is not the same White Falcon!

Chaos: And Styxx hates us for everything we are and will do everything to destroy us. With me as his top target. (Pause) Life was a lot more fun when I was chasing everyone and not being the one chased!

Ryans: The hunter has more fun than the hunted! Unless you are a Looney Tunes cartoon!

Chaos: Haha! True! They will see what a family can do against hate. Falcon will see that he has lost his way!

Ryans: And Styxx?

Chaos: Sooner or later, we will end this. And when it ends, quoting a favorite line,


HE WILL SHED TEARS OF SCARLET!

end

[Visagra]

Lucha Libre Tag Match
The War Pig and Chris K.

Killian Halycon

Trey Spruance

Television Title Match
Giuseppe Octavian DeProvance

Jeff Watson

Main Event - Tag Team Match
White Falcon and Styxx

[Mass Chaos]

LPW Inferno 14.1 LIVE from the Arena Mexico in Mexico City, Mexico
Tonight's Card:


Lucha Libre Tag Match
Sylvester Eccleston and Sockoman

Andrew Carpenter

Trey Spruance

Television Title Match
Jude Maxwell (c)

NPD

Main Event - Tag Team Match
The Misfits (Mass Chaos and Ken Ryans)

[styxx]

Lucha Libre Tag Match
The War Pig and Chris K.

Andrew Carpenter

Trey Spruance

Television Title Match
Jude Maxwell (c)

Jeff Watson

Main Event - Tag Team Match
White Falcon and Styxx

[The Dude]

Lucha Libre Tag Match
The War Pig and Chris K.

Andrew Carpenter

Trey Spruance

Television Title Match
Jude Maxwell (c)

NPD

Main Event - Tag Team Match
The Misfits

[Ash Strife]

LPW Inferno 14.1 LIVE from the Arena Mexico in Mexico City, Mexico

Lucha Libre Tag Match
The War Pig and Chris K.

Killian Halycon

Trey Spruance

Television Title Match
Jude Maxwell (c)

NPD

Main Event - Tag Team Match
White Falcon and Styxx

[EB4]

LOCKED. Thanks to all that participated!