*Please Read* This is my last RP in WZCW*
A small room. Bare, dim and dingy. With a spotlight hanging over him, GM is hunched over a desk, writing on an A4 pad of paper. His pen scratches the paper, constantly, rhythmically. He looks up at the camera.
GM:
It still hurts Milenko. Its healing nicely but the pain is killing me, taking me over. You hitting me again and again and again. I never appreciated pain until now the mechanics of it, the emotions behind it and the implications of it. This real pain has managed to ruin my life. It has become a permanent fixture.
But then I realised that I can achieve some sort of redemption by ending your non-event of a Mayhem title reign. It isnt going to heal me or remove this scar. GM gestures to the top of his head.
But instead, I will allow it to serve as a reminder of your actions. The match, on pay-per-view, will be totally appropriate to the name of the event.
The future holds so much blood, pains of old are revived and fresh new agony will come to the fore. But you are . GM is interrupted by a knocking sound, he dismisses it and is about to continue when he realises it is coming from the door opposite him. He goes to open it, overriding his uncertainty and initial hesitation.
As he pulls the door open he sees a face that he recognises even without the face paint that had become his trademark.
Mr Bowen, erm....how are you?
Bowen:
Great thanks. I wanted to talk to you quickly, about Cory. My brother?
Im aware of his work. GM scratches the top of his head as he ushers Alex in. GM wonders if he is imagining the tingling sensation around his scar.
Im surprised to see you of all people.
Cory and I dont have a good relationship who better to give you an insight into his mind than his big brother.
I dont care for an insight into his mind. At Apocalypse, Im going to use anything that I can to get my hands on and beat him to a bloody, senseless pulp.
Bowen takes a seat.
You wont beat him like that.
Why so certain?
A barbed wire chair shot will change your mentality about things
Bowen rubs his nose.
OK, what would be your normal tactic?
To outwrestle him and expose his lack of in ring skill
Good, stick to it by all means use weapons but dont go out of your way to bring yourself down to that scums level. Youre better than him you know that. Prove it to him, just like you did to Jesse, Murfish and Legend those pieces of crap who dropped their shit in the company because they were unable to fairly put your shoulders to the mat. Youre unbeaten in singles matches. That tells me -
That tells me Ive been screwed more times than Manzos had hot meals
GM had never encountered Alex Bowen professionally. He only knew two things his passion for all things hardcore and juggalo and his hatred for his brother were equal in measure.
Couldnt put it better. Prove that skill can prevail over him. You can make that Mayhem title worth holding something no one has done. Milenko is the crown prince of this company. You are capable of taking it by storm. This is the opportunity that have waited eighteen months for queued behind undeserving talent this is the chance that you need to take with both hands.
Thank you Alex.
Dont thank me, just beat the p***k!
Bowen gets up. He offers a handshake which GM accepts before he leaves. GM sits back down, with thoughts racing through his mind. His confidence that had deserted him in recent weeks begins to course through him with every heartbeat. He tries to relax and enjoy the peace with the new knowledge and self-belief that he has after the chat.
He wakes up with a start. Certain he heard another knock. He did as he hears it twice in succession. Somebody is impatient. GM opens the door and sees.....D.C.? Pretty much the last person that GM had expected to see as they had non WZCW related history. As far as GM could recall, his only redeeming feature was his fiancée Lindsay. Alas, he was alone. GM allows him in.
Suprised?
I could lie what do you want?
D.C. takes a seat and looks at GM trying to gauge his mood.
You and WZCW. What the f**k is going on?
Im the next Mayhem champion actually!
Oooh, been there eighteen months and you aint even in the mid card? GM gives him a bitter look that tells DC that the comment hit a sensitive nerve.
Things havent gone well.
No s**t Sherlock! Are you smoking crack? Is the mask tied on too tight again? For f***'s sake, youre a former Tag Team Champion... former US Champion... you've won World Titles and now youre gonna walk into this match, believing someone is going to care enough to give you the respect that other places know you deserve?
What the f***? Youve a champion all over the place too but you did f-all here as well! GMs tone is defensive and confrontational, an unusual diversion from his peaceful demeanour.
Yeah and we both know why. The powers-that-be in this place are incapable -
Of organising a piss up in a brewery!
Nice way of putting it. D.C. smiles, his naturally infectious enthusiasm unashamedly clear.
Look, you have been here too f***ing long and you still dont have the respect that you deserve and command elsewhere.
And youre facing Milenko. Why the hell you wasting your breath on a paper champion, whos just gonna fold quicker than an origami artist as soon as the Staff says they have a better storyline coming up.
I watched you break Maxx's legs in half... I watched you bring the stage down on Windy Bridges, literally... and youre going against a hack who couldn't even make two time champion if he DID win the Tag Team titles
He has
Hes a f***ing coward is what he is! I should have been Elite X champion after Legend politicked like a ****e to get himself over. And Milenko is worse. They were our champions, in a company that has no World Champion, no number one guy and is rudderless, with no direction and no clue where it needs to go. Milenko has no role in my future. I am superior to him and his hardcore clown tendancies, in every way he will go the same route as Legend, and Murfish that will be their Dynasty GM chuckles.
Two men that I put flat on their backs and pinned.
All three are jokes who are better off with each other. Milenko, I could care less about. Him and his Mayhem title are insignificant to me. This man *GM points to D.C.*
who what I am capable of. He knows my ambitions and he knows what title I crave most. D.C. stands up and the two men eyeball each other. D.C. chortles and spreads his arms out in his inimitable way.
Well, go and make it f***ing happen then!!
End/Fade
