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AS 93: Garth Black vs. Johnny Scumm
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Deadline is Wednesday May 20, 2015 at 11:59 PM (Central Time). Extensions are available upon request.
Johnny Scumm
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Where It Ended...It Only Began.
Meltdown 78 - 9:21pm 8/9/2012
They thought that was the last they'd seen of Johnny Scumm.
They were wrong.
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12/9/2012 - 11:23am - Local City Hospital
Johnny Scumm lays in a hospital bed. Bruised, beaten and battered from the brutal attack by Rush, he is rumoured to not be returning to WZCW ever again. His wrestling career is over. He doesn't know it yet, but overnight it has been discussed by the nurses & doctors, who believe that this is the best idea for Johnny. A doctor approaches his bed, as Scumm has a smile on his face.
"Hey Doc, how's it all looking?"
"Well Johnny, we need to talk about your injuries. You sustained some pretty serious damage to your back and to your legs."
"So...how long's it gonna take before I can get back out there? I've been stuck in this bed for almost 4 days now, I'm starting to get pretty itchy and I'm waiting to get back into that ring so I can show those guys I can beat Rush."
The doctor looks around, longingly as if she wants to prolong what she has to say next.
"You're not stepping back in the ring. Johnny, you cannot risk it after the beating you suffered. We all discussed it intensively over the past few days, your body is so badly beaten that for you to even walk out there would be a ridiculous decision."
A rage, unseen in Scumm for a while starts to build up in his eyes.
"Are you kidding me? Are you stupid? Do you even realise who I am? Johnny Scumm does not just "stop" what he was set out to do. Nor does he want to."
"I'm sorry Johnny, but we can't tell you lies, can we? Your conditioning hasn't improved in the last few days. Your inability to walk properly is still a major player as well, what made you think you would ever be better?"
"Look at me. Hooked up to all these wires, the machine. I don't need any of this shit." Scumm begins to take the tubes and wires apart, unplugging them from the machine and removing them from his body. "Look at me, won't you?!"
The doctor starts to stutter, unsure of how to react to Scumm's actions. He throws off the bed covers that were over him, showing him laying there in his hospital gown. He starts to stir, attempting to bring his body up. Sat up in the bed, he starts the doctor in the eyes.
"I don't need you. I don't need this place. You think you're helping me but all your doing is stopping me from the reason I live."
Johnny's feet touch the floor and he groans slightly.
"Johnny, please stop! You can't do this to yourself!"
His nose touches the nose of the doctor, as he licks his lips slowly.
"Just watch me."
Scumm lifts his body from the bed, standing up on his own. He is leaning slightly to one side in pain, but it is not stopping him. He attempts to slowly walk away, but as he moves one tube he's still attached to tugs on him, stopping him from moving any further.
"I won't be needing this anymore."
He grabs the tube, detaching it from his body. It's attached to a machine that stops making any noises once the tube is taken off. He turns slowly, reaching out to the machine that's no bigger than a microwave. Picking it up slowly, it crashes into the wall as Scumm launches it far.
"Mr. Scumm, please! You are going to hurt someone in a second!"
"Good."
Scumm laughs as he slowly starts to stagger from the bed, pushing the doctor to one side. He makes his way down the corridor, staggering. Chairs are knocked to the floor, paintings crash to the floors and laughs echo throughout as staff members look on, not wanting to get in the way of this turning psycho.
"I'm out of here! Look out, Scumm's about."
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1/05/2015 - 10:42pm - London, England. A dingy, damp & worn hostel.
A man sits on the floor, crossed-legged down in front of the window. He's dressed entirely in black with a hood over his head. A few people, both men and women are sat around him, on beds and rickety chairs. They all look dishevelled and quite possibly drugged up.
"I've been down dark paths. I've felt what it's like to be broken down, but to work back up. Three years ago, I was told I would never be able to do it. But now, all that waits is one word to tell me yes."
The people applaud, as the hooded figure nods his head.
"This time, it is my turn to break. People can walk or run in front of me and they will be dropped to the floor. Their bodies, their faces will be broken. Blood will spilt on every occasion as I start to lay them all down to rest."
This crowd of people grows as cheers start to get louder. The hooded man stands up sharply, throwing his hood back. A fresh-faced Johnny Scumm stands, the light shining in on him. No wear on his face, just a sly grin.
"The last three years made me realise that the people out there, who used to watch me fight on a weekly basis did NOT deserve my sympathy. They didn't deserve to get any gratitude from me. They deserved to watch me, embrace my expertise."
Scumm begins to unzip his hoodie. Shirtless underneath, his body is looking in the best condition it's ever been.
"I am fit and I am healthy. I have work my arse off to get the condition of my body above and beyond what it was before I ended up laying in that hospital bed. I am ready to break bones, rip muscles and make people bleed."
A text tone muffled by his jean pocket, goes off. Scumms pulls his phone from the pocket and after flicking the screen a couple of times, reads the short, but succinct message in front of him.
"Ok, we'll take you back. You vs Garth Black - Ascension"
"YES! You see, this is what we have all been waiting for! My time has arrived, my time is happening right now. I knew that WZCW wouldn't be able to resist bringing me back. After all, what is wrestling without some Scumm?"
People around him laugh slightly and clap a couple of times.
"I guess...it is time. Thank you, all of you for gathering with me. Thank you for making me realise those people out there don't need my love. You can all leave now, as tomorrow I will be leaving. I will be heading back to the country that pushed me away, America. It is the British instinct inside me, the hard bastard that I am that makes me realise that this is all for me. Just watch as I take on Garth Black at Ascension."
The people start to file out as Scumm throws bags around and stuffs some clothes into them, readying himself for the journey.
"Those people will know. One day, they'll know exactly what I've been through the last few years. The pain that I've put myself through to get back into the condition that I am today. Not now though. It is time."
For now, Scumm lays down to sleep as he knows just what lays ahead.
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20/05/2015 - 2:19pm - WZCW Gym
"My god, I remember this place. Seems just as rundown as before. They really do like to pump their money into anything but someone's wellbeing don't they?"
Scumm pushes the WZCW Gym door open, which creaks ever so slightly. There are no WZCW Superstars in here today, unfortunately for Scumm, who can't take all the anger he has out on anybody. From the corner though, someone spots Scumm coming in. Stacey Madison, who runs over to Johnny.
"Johnny Scumm! Is it really you?"
"Stacey Madison, looking as ****- sorry, sultry as ever. You always were devilishly stunning weren't you?"
Stacey laughs, putting her hand on Scumm's shoulder. He brushes it off.
"We had heard rumours that Johnny Scumm was going to be gracing WZCW with his presence again and well, they were right. What brings you back?"
"What brings me back Stacey?" Johnny laughs. "You know, the people were cheering my name before I ended up being hospitalised. They loved me, they would go crazy at the sight of me. Yet, I realised that they don't deserve me. They don't need the adoration from me or me being appreciative of their support. It was all of that getting to my head that almost ended my career. They are the reason that for the last three years you haven't been watching me on your Television on Meltdown or Ascension. This, was entirely their fault."
"Wow. So much for "Doing it for the people" huh? So Johnny, last time we saw you in WZCW you were taken out by Rush. We were informed by the doctors that you wouldn't ever be able to wrestle again. What happened?"
He laughs. For a second.
"Those idiots...they know nothing. I was out of that hospital three days after getting in there and from there, I went back home. One day, you might learn how I spent my three years away from WZCW, you may learn how I ended up being in the best physical condition of my career. But for now, you don't need to know that. What you need to know is that I am back and this week I will be on Ascension."
"You will?"
"I'll be taking on Garth Black. Former addict, he knows what it's like to be stuck in the black. Yet whether or not he's truly come out of it is a question in itself. See you look at someone like me, I've brought myself back from the bottom. Twice. Somebody like Black, who knows what's really playing in his head? He plays up all happy and wonderful but how do we even know he's ok? For me, he's nothing but my first victim on the path to WZCW glory. For three years, I only dreamed about coming back here and grabbing some WZCW gold to have all to myself. This company needs a fighting champion, that fights for himself. That's where I'm headed Stacey, you heard it here first."
"Well Johnny, thank you for your time and input. I'll leave you to get re-acquainted with this place and I'll be watching come Ascension, as will everyone else"
Scumm grins at Stacey.
"I hope they will be, as this is the Rebirth of Scumm."
Meltdown 78 - 9:21pm 8/9/2012
They thought that was the last they'd seen of Johnny Scumm.
They were wrong.
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12/9/2012 - 11:23am - Local City Hospital
Johnny Scumm lays in a hospital bed. Bruised, beaten and battered from the brutal attack by Rush, he is rumoured to not be returning to WZCW ever again. His wrestling career is over. He doesn't know it yet, but overnight it has been discussed by the nurses & doctors, who believe that this is the best idea for Johnny. A doctor approaches his bed, as Scumm has a smile on his face.
"Hey Doc, how's it all looking?"
"Well Johnny, we need to talk about your injuries. You sustained some pretty serious damage to your back and to your legs."
"So...how long's it gonna take before I can get back out there? I've been stuck in this bed for almost 4 days now, I'm starting to get pretty itchy and I'm waiting to get back into that ring so I can show those guys I can beat Rush."
The doctor looks around, longingly as if she wants to prolong what she has to say next.
"You're not stepping back in the ring. Johnny, you cannot risk it after the beating you suffered. We all discussed it intensively over the past few days, your body is so badly beaten that for you to even walk out there would be a ridiculous decision."
A rage, unseen in Scumm for a while starts to build up in his eyes.
"Are you kidding me? Are you stupid? Do you even realise who I am? Johnny Scumm does not just "stop" what he was set out to do. Nor does he want to."
"I'm sorry Johnny, but we can't tell you lies, can we? Your conditioning hasn't improved in the last few days. Your inability to walk properly is still a major player as well, what made you think you would ever be better?"
"Look at me. Hooked up to all these wires, the machine. I don't need any of this shit." Scumm begins to take the tubes and wires apart, unplugging them from the machine and removing them from his body. "Look at me, won't you?!"
The doctor starts to stutter, unsure of how to react to Scumm's actions. He throws off the bed covers that were over him, showing him laying there in his hospital gown. He starts to stir, attempting to bring his body up. Sat up in the bed, he starts the doctor in the eyes.
"I don't need you. I don't need this place. You think you're helping me but all your doing is stopping me from the reason I live."
Johnny's feet touch the floor and he groans slightly.
"Johnny, please stop! You can't do this to yourself!"
His nose touches the nose of the doctor, as he licks his lips slowly.
"Just watch me."
Scumm lifts his body from the bed, standing up on his own. He is leaning slightly to one side in pain, but it is not stopping him. He attempts to slowly walk away, but as he moves one tube he's still attached to tugs on him, stopping him from moving any further.
"I won't be needing this anymore."
He grabs the tube, detaching it from his body. It's attached to a machine that stops making any noises once the tube is taken off. He turns slowly, reaching out to the machine that's no bigger than a microwave. Picking it up slowly, it crashes into the wall as Scumm launches it far.
"Mr. Scumm, please! You are going to hurt someone in a second!"
"Good."
Scumm laughs as he slowly starts to stagger from the bed, pushing the doctor to one side. He makes his way down the corridor, staggering. Chairs are knocked to the floor, paintings crash to the floors and laughs echo throughout as staff members look on, not wanting to get in the way of this turning psycho.
"I'm out of here! Look out, Scumm's about."
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1/05/2015 - 10:42pm - London, England. A dingy, damp & worn hostel.
A man sits on the floor, crossed-legged down in front of the window. He's dressed entirely in black with a hood over his head. A few people, both men and women are sat around him, on beds and rickety chairs. They all look dishevelled and quite possibly drugged up.
"I've been down dark paths. I've felt what it's like to be broken down, but to work back up. Three years ago, I was told I would never be able to do it. But now, all that waits is one word to tell me yes."
The people applaud, as the hooded figure nods his head.
"This time, it is my turn to break. People can walk or run in front of me and they will be dropped to the floor. Their bodies, their faces will be broken. Blood will spilt on every occasion as I start to lay them all down to rest."
This crowd of people grows as cheers start to get louder. The hooded man stands up sharply, throwing his hood back. A fresh-faced Johnny Scumm stands, the light shining in on him. No wear on his face, just a sly grin.
"The last three years made me realise that the people out there, who used to watch me fight on a weekly basis did NOT deserve my sympathy. They didn't deserve to get any gratitude from me. They deserved to watch me, embrace my expertise."
Scumm begins to unzip his hoodie. Shirtless underneath, his body is looking in the best condition it's ever been.
"I am fit and I am healthy. I have work my arse off to get the condition of my body above and beyond what it was before I ended up laying in that hospital bed. I am ready to break bones, rip muscles and make people bleed."
A text tone muffled by his jean pocket, goes off. Scumms pulls his phone from the pocket and after flicking the screen a couple of times, reads the short, but succinct message in front of him.
"Ok, we'll take you back. You vs Garth Black - Ascension"
"YES! You see, this is what we have all been waiting for! My time has arrived, my time is happening right now. I knew that WZCW wouldn't be able to resist bringing me back. After all, what is wrestling without some Scumm?"
People around him laugh slightly and clap a couple of times.
"I guess...it is time. Thank you, all of you for gathering with me. Thank you for making me realise those people out there don't need my love. You can all leave now, as tomorrow I will be leaving. I will be heading back to the country that pushed me away, America. It is the British instinct inside me, the hard bastard that I am that makes me realise that this is all for me. Just watch as I take on Garth Black at Ascension."
The people start to file out as Scumm throws bags around and stuffs some clothes into them, readying himself for the journey.
"Those people will know. One day, they'll know exactly what I've been through the last few years. The pain that I've put myself through to get back into the condition that I am today. Not now though. It is time."
For now, Scumm lays down to sleep as he knows just what lays ahead.
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20/05/2015 - 2:19pm - WZCW Gym
"My god, I remember this place. Seems just as rundown as before. They really do like to pump their money into anything but someone's wellbeing don't they?"
Scumm pushes the WZCW Gym door open, which creaks ever so slightly. There are no WZCW Superstars in here today, unfortunately for Scumm, who can't take all the anger he has out on anybody. From the corner though, someone spots Scumm coming in. Stacey Madison, who runs over to Johnny.
"Johnny Scumm! Is it really you?"
"Stacey Madison, looking as ****- sorry, sultry as ever. You always were devilishly stunning weren't you?"
Stacey laughs, putting her hand on Scumm's shoulder. He brushes it off.
"We had heard rumours that Johnny Scumm was going to be gracing WZCW with his presence again and well, they were right. What brings you back?"
"What brings me back Stacey?" Johnny laughs. "You know, the people were cheering my name before I ended up being hospitalised. They loved me, they would go crazy at the sight of me. Yet, I realised that they don't deserve me. They don't need the adoration from me or me being appreciative of their support. It was all of that getting to my head that almost ended my career. They are the reason that for the last three years you haven't been watching me on your Television on Meltdown or Ascension. This, was entirely their fault."
"Wow. So much for "Doing it for the people" huh? So Johnny, last time we saw you in WZCW you were taken out by Rush. We were informed by the doctors that you wouldn't ever be able to wrestle again. What happened?"
He laughs. For a second.
"Those idiots...they know nothing. I was out of that hospital three days after getting in there and from there, I went back home. One day, you might learn how I spent my three years away from WZCW, you may learn how I ended up being in the best physical condition of my career. But for now, you don't need to know that. What you need to know is that I am back and this week I will be on Ascension."
"You will?"
"I'll be taking on Garth Black. Former addict, he knows what it's like to be stuck in the black. Yet whether or not he's truly come out of it is a question in itself. See you look at someone like me, I've brought myself back from the bottom. Twice. Somebody like Black, who knows what's really playing in his head? He plays up all happy and wonderful but how do we even know he's ok? For me, he's nothing but my first victim on the path to WZCW glory. For three years, I only dreamed about coming back here and grabbing some WZCW gold to have all to myself. This company needs a fighting champion, that fights for himself. That's where I'm headed Stacey, you heard it here first."
"Well Johnny, thank you for your time and input. I'll leave you to get re-acquainted with this place and I'll be watching come Ascension, as will everyone else"
Scumm grins at Stacey.
"I hope they will be, as this is the Rebirth of Scumm."
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