Saturday, 12 June 2010
Louisville, Kentucky
Ascension Locker Room
Alexander Steele sits on the bench in front of the locker he claimed for the night, wiping the sweat from his face and shoulders, taking deep breaths, but sporting a smile on his face. Its only his second match in WZCW, his first contracted match and hes happy with how things have turned out so far. Just as he grabs his bag from the locker so that he can change and head out, Leon Kensworth bursts into the locker room.
Hes panting, as he stands in the door way, a camera man behind him and his microphone in his hand. Its more than apparent that Leon ran from where ever he was just to make it to the locker room before Alex had a chance to leave. He puts a hand on his chest and holds up a finger, signaling that he needs a minute before he can ask Alex for an interview. Steele waits patiently before standing up and walking toward Leon Kensworth, who turns to face the camera behind him and wipes his brow, before motioning for the camera man to start recording.
Ladies and Gentlemen, I am here with WZCWs newest addition to its ever growing roster, Alexander Steele.
He takes a deep breath pausing, still somewhat out of breath from the run to the locker room. He just had to get an interview with Alex.
Mr. Steele, you are a difficult man to catch, I tried to get an interview with you after the Battle Royale and again during that week. Im glad I finally caught you as the fans want to know more about you.
Alex raises an eyebrow as he listens and looks down at Leon, soon he looks up at the camera and offers a gentle smile and shrugs lightly about Leons statement.
Alex, you had an impressive match with Steven Holmes gaining a victory in your first contracted match, can you tell us how you feel?
The question almost seemed to have an obvious answer, one that Alex nearly left to be implied but he looked down at Leon and shook his head some.
I cant really tell you how I feel other than what you saw in that match. My neck hurts a bit, Im a little short of breath, but all in all, I feel fine. Im still alive and breathing and I made good on yet one more guarantee.
Alex answered simply, he wasnt one who enjoyed being interviewed, he disliked being led through a speech because he never knew where it was going to go, and he just had to hope for the best.
Now, Alex, winning tonights match was a big step for you in the right direction. Beating Steven Holmes put you into your first ever WZCW pay per view, Apocalypse, in a ladder match for the Mayhem Championship. It would seem that youve impressed management so much that they felt you deserved a title match right away, any comments?
He chuckled some, the news from Mr. Bateman had caught him off guard, and he had no idea when showing up that hed be offered a title match. He couldnt help but think that this match would make more history than WZCW currently knew.
Leon, you seem like a nice guy, but I dont exactly like giving out interviews. Its the whole being led through that bugs me. Ill give you this one comment and then youve got to go, Im sorry. As far as Apocalypse is concerned, history truly will be made. Now if youll excuse me, Ill find you when Im ready to conduct a real interview.
Alex smiled and took Leon by the hand, shaking it with him before ushering him out of the locker room, mouthing to him that he was sorry once more. Alex shook his head and walked back to the bench and sat down to change his clothes. He pulled off a boot and set it aside as he smiled, thinking about the events that happened tonight, prompting the scene to fade black.
Monday, 14 June 2010
Boston, Massachusetts
Steele Residence
The scene opens displaying Alexander Steele sitting on his couch, staring at a television, his eyes are focused and the lines in his forehead show that he is concentrating on whatever it is that hes watching. He moves and leans forward, propping his elbows up on his knees as he watches intently. The scene pans around to show him from behind, and capture whatever it is that hes watching. Next to his television is a stack of jewel CD cases and on the television are the images of Killjoy v. Scott Hammond from Redemption with the volume on mute.
It would appear that hes got his hands on a copy of every show from Redemption until now and hes studying every match that involves his upcoming opponents. His eyes follow the wrestlers every move, watching for any signs of weakness or falters, even as he concentrates he begins to formulate plans, playing them out in his head and slightly shaking the ideas clear when they dont work out in his head.
Suddenly the sound of the telephone ringing destroys the silence but he doesnt flinch or even move for the phone, he knows that Mazi is home and will more than likely answer it. She knows that when hes watching footage that he doesnt like to be disturbed. The phone rings three times before it stops, he can only assume that either the caller hung up or that Mazi intercepted the call. He confirms the latter option when he hears her bare feet striking the wood flooring of his home.
Alex, honey, you have a phone call.
She speaks her voice quite as she walks up behind the couch, wearing one of his Sanctify t-shirts that cling to every curve of her body. Alex reaches for the DVD player remote and presses pause before he turns to face her, he forgets for a moment that there is a phone call for him as he looks at her with a smile, soon though sees the phone in her hand and sighs some.
Who is it?
He wants to know mainly to see if they can wait for him to be done or if its some urgent caller that needs his attention. He begins running through the list of possible candidates that could be calling for him, he knows its not Mr. Diamond or Mr. Rose, those two were all too happy to be rid of him. It could be Ava, she would call to interrupt him, but Mazi wouldnt be so quite about it. Ashley wouldnt call him so soon, so it could only be
Its your dad.
Mazi replied and confirmed his suspicions; the only person that would be calling so soon after his contracted debut was his father, Jason Steele. He sighed heavily and held out his hand for the phone. He wanted to get this over with as he could already hear what his dad was going to say, and none of it would be Im proud of you, son.
Hello?
Alex spoke gently, he didnt want to get into a shouting match with his dad and most certainly didnt want to drag this out, and he thought that if he were polite over the phone that Jason wouldnt keep him very long, it was wishful thinking because he knows it wont be that way.
So you got yourself a match at a pay per view for a title no less, that came awfully quick, just whos ass are you kissing over there?
There it was Jason had just set the tone for this entire conversation. Why couldnt he acknowledge that his son had talent and was put in this match because he earned it? Alex just couldnt understand all the admonishment he was receiving from his father.
Im not kissing anyones ass; I earned my spot in the match dad.
He replied, keeping his cool and hoping that he wouldnt provoke any more backlashes from Jason. It was always like talking to a wall with him, nothing Alex said would ever get through to him. Alex wanted to believe that his dad believed in him and was just being crass as an odd way of supporting and pushing him to work harder, but it didnt work that way, Jason just plain and simply came off as a major jackass.
Are you serious? You call that match of yours earning your spot? You barely made it past that Brit, even as a cripple I couldve crushed his hopes and dreams easier than you clutched for victory. Hell, Jerzey wouldve had him crying like the spoiled little brat that he is within the opening bell.
The young Steele shook his head and rolled his eyes, his dad was still going on about how much better his biggest rival was than his son. This is what he could only hope that his dad figured was encouragement, but the old cripple had to know that it didnt work, so why continue doing it?
I know dad, I know, Jay Jerzey is the greatest thing to professional wrestling since steroids.
He was tired of the put downs already, hed spent the last year of his professional wrestling career being put down and he was damned tired of it, so he chose to go the sarcastic route. He knows what this will bring from his father and right now hes on the verge of hanging up, but that has worked so well in the past.
Listen here you little fucking punk you left Diamonds promotion because you couldnt handle the competition there. You wanted an easy way out and now youve got your ass in hot water with WZCW. Youve had two very unimpressive wins and you are going to suffer an agonizing defeat at this pay per view that you couldnt possibly be ready for.
Jason spoke, his voice carrying the anger of a thousand devils, and at this point Alex had already pulled the phone from his ear and laid it down on the glass coffee table in front of him. Mazi watched from behind the couch as he calmly reached for the remote and pressed play. Alex had taken enough verbal abuse today and was ignoring the situation at the moment as he resumed watching the video footage from Redemption. Mazi shook her head slightly at this sight as the scene faded to black.
Wednesday, 15 June 2010
Meltdown Recording Studio
The Boy of Steele stands in front of a black back drop, arms crossed over his chest, shielding the word Truth from the recording cameras view. The look on his face indicates one of deep thought, as if he were still planning out what it is that he wants to say in regards to his upcoming match. He takes a deep breath and looks up from his world of the void and into the camera, his demeanor instantly changes as he smiles lightly at the camera.
Ive spent a long time thinking this over, ever since I was named the victor over Steven Holmes, do I really deserve this title shot? This will be my second contracted match here, and while I wont turn it down, I do realize that there are certainly other that may be more deserving, like Steven Kurtesy or someone else whos been here twice the time that I have.
In a mere three weeks of being notified that WZCW was interested in signing me, Im being handed a title shot on a pay per view. Now, yes I had to earn it by beating a very talented individual but isnt it too soon? I came to WZCW to further my experience in this world of professional wrestling not just to display my skills at this trade. While I will not deny taking part in this match, I will wonder why I was chosen over others.
His thought process becomes clear; Alex doesnt believe that hes not experience enough or good enough to take part in this match, but that hes too green to WZCW. He feels that some of the other veterans should have been offered the chance to hold the Mayhem title before him, but he will not back down.
Regardless of whether or not I feel now is the right time for a title match, I am involved with it and I will face all five other competitors head on, giving them everything that I have to give. All of my blood, sweat, and tears, because to me, this isnt about each of the competitors, but about giving the fans, the kind of match that they deserve. They want to see mayhem from this division that is exactly what theyre going to get.
He pauses as the smile fades from his face and he shifts his stance, dropping his arms from being across his chest. Alex appears to be more serious about the situation now, his voice still calm and his facial expressions telling the story of a determined man.
Each man is going to claim that they are going to walk out of Apocalypse as the Mayhem Champion, from Baez all the way down to Steven Holmes, no one is going to stand before any of you and state that they arent going to win the title. The truth of the matter is, that only one of us can leave that arena as the champion, so only one man will be telling the truth, the other five will all be caught in a lie.
So far, weve only really heard from the previous champion, a mister Scott Hammond, a man I understand to have at one time been an aristocratic prick now stands on the opposite spectrum and praises rookies he feels deserve it. While I thank you, Mr. Hammond, for the praise I do take it with just an ounce of salt. I mean not to disrespect you, but youre praise fails to shutter your ego.
I listened to what you had to say, about me, about everyone in the match and making your claim for the title. You sound very convinced that you will walk away the champion due to your extensive experience of this division. What you fail to take into account is that Mayhem divisions are everywhere in professional wrestling, while its called the Mayhem division here in WZCW some other place may refer to it as a Barbaric division. Not to mention you spoke of my skills being mostly worthless. I dont know about you, but if I can dislocate or shatter any lower appendage joints, I believe that ones chances of climbing a ladder become non-existent.
Alex takes a moment to roll his head along his neck, letting the slow movement stretch his muscles and relax him. He still carries the air of seriousness to him, as he is all business right now. What he has to say seems very thought out and well planned.
You see, Ive given that statement of yours the most thought of all, it would be so easy to eliminate someone for the duration of the match by leaving them lying unconscious after being choked out. Maybe dislocate both shoulders, while one can still climb the ladder, they wont be reaching for any strap, let alone unhooking it to claim victory. The hip, knee, or ankle I could snap and put someone on the shelf for months and ensure that there will be no ladder climbing. So, as you can now understand Mr. Hammond, people like us, the submissionist with true skill, are ultimately the most dangerous being in any match up, even it is a ladder match, because to truly win the match you have to ensure that no one else can climb the ladder.
And like I stated before, this Mayhem division isnt the only one around, Ive had my fair share of hardcore matches and even held a title that WZCW will not recognize in a division just like this one, so while you believe that you and Baez have the most experience, you fall into the same hole that Steven Holmes did last week, you underestimate what could be your biggest opposition.
At this point he takes a deep breath and looks away from the camera that is recording his every moment. He blinks a few times while staring down at the floor, shifting his weight from both legs to his right, making it obvious that hes been standing in this spot for quite some time.
This brings me to Mr. Holmes; while he is a very talented individual, he is also very confused. He may not seem it, and it may appear that he has a plan for everything, but the man is truly confused. Forming an alliance in this type of match may seem like the way to go, but only chaos will reign once that bell rings. No one will be friends or allies and every man will be out for themselves, to include you Mr. Holmes. Whats funniest is that you referred to me as the gullible one.
If Chris Jones falls for your little plan, then he deserves whatever it is that you plan to do to him once hes in your way. Only a man who cannot truly think for them self would buy into such an obscure plan as yours. Your own words give you away, talking of greed as if you have none. Be honest, the true reason you didnt bother with this gullible fool is because you knew Id make you eat your words.
Alex smiled lightly as he lifted his head, talking about Steven Holmes gave him some joy, he had enjoyed their match and felt that it set a nice pace for the entire card. He shook his head and shrugged slightly as he looked back into the camera.
Gordito, Chris Jones, Baez, and even Scott Hammond, I dont know you men, now thats not to say that I dont know of you, but I do not know you. Ive sat around all weekend, up until this day, and watched all the footage that I can of you individuals, but I will not ever know you men until Ive been in the ring with you. I can prepare 24 hours a day for this match, but nothing will give me the knowledge I need like actually standing toe to toe with you.
I know Steven Holmes for the most part, I know what hes mostly capable of and I know how to counter him. You other four are my challenge, one that I hope to overcome. Like I said before, I dont know that I even deserve this title shot, but Im going to go out there and give the fans the kind of mayhem that they seek. WZCW will make more history here than they think. I wish you all good luck and please dont choke.
Alexander smiles at the camera once more and takes a deep breath, he knows that he didnt say very much about Jones, Gordito, or Baez but he just doesnt have the information that he needs and he wont until after Apocalypse. He is determined to be satisfied by his performance; win or lose he will not be ashamed. The scene begins to fade to black as Alex moves away from the backdrop, more than likely about to head home.