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MD 65: Armando Paradyse vs. Alexander Steele vs. Johnny Scumm

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MY FAULT!

A voice can be heard, but not seen. From the outside, on the street, looking up at a window on the 10th floor of an apartment, all that can be heard are the shouts of a very, very angry man.

So losing was my own problem?! The fact I had a partner who couldn’t care less about the match, who walked away because he was more interested in the gold that shouldn’t belong to him, the fact my so-called team lost, is my fault?

….

Oh, so you’re blaming it on the fact that I was pinned! Well if you bothered to watch the match back, you’ll see that I done more work than that piece of shit Bowen! There was nothing, NOTHING fair about that match you put me in on Ascension, so don’t you even say that there was, because you’re wrong. Oh and Paradyse….. Did you see that idiot’s reaction to pinning me? It was like all his birthdays had come at once, it’s pathetic. What I would give to teach that bastard a lesson in the ring.

Looking in through the window is a grimy, dirty apartment that we’ve seen before and Johnny Scumm is pacing around the room, but then he stops suddenly.

Meltdown, against Paradyse you say? Giving me a chance to…. WHAT?! You’re also saying that Alexander Steele is fighting in what you’ve made a triple threat? You don’t understand Bateman, do you? And throwing me over to the other show, just so you don’t have to deal with me? You never fucking understand, DO YOU! I want a chance, to beat Paradyse down to the bloody pulp that he should be, but you throw a spanner in the works and put Steele in for what? Another man for me to kick down and out? Thanks, I really needed it Bateman….. Oh wait, I didn’t. You know what, don’t talk to me. Look out for me on your TV when I’m on Meltdown kicking arses like I was born to do. Then beg to see me again and give me that title shot against Bowen, which you know after all this time, I only deserve.

Scumm hangs up on Bateman and crashes down on the sofa planted in the middle of the room. He sits with his elbows on his knees & his head in his hands, sighing.

That man never realises what I want. I know I can beat Bowen in a Mayhem title match without a doubt, but where is it? Nowhere. I got planted with other men to fight in a gauntlet. I get thrown into a pathetic tag team match and then my apparent partner walks out leaving me to take it all. Now, I’m in a triple threat match, with one guy I could kill and some guy I don’t even know. Steele…. Steele, where did I hear that name recently?

Scumm looks around the room, puzzled. He thinks for a while and smiles.

That’s the guy from the house show match last week, trying to earn his way onto the roster. Looking at him, I’ve no idea how he managed. He looks like a weed, a wimp, scared of everything and does everything you tell him to. Such a good boy like that surely wouldn’t want to get mixed up with someone like me, would they? I mean, all I’d have to do is give him some gentle, violent persuasion and I’m more than certain that I’d have a little… “help” in this match. What’s the harm? Then I can just beat him down afterwards and take an easy victory. A win is a win in any form.

But then, we have Armando Paradyse. The guy who thinks, after taking an easy pin last week, he deserves everything and that little bit more. Makes me laugh, it really does ‘cos well, let’s face it Armando, you’re nothing more than a joke. A joke with no true wrestling ability, no grasp of the English language and a joke who has one very pissed off Johnny Scumm heading in his direction. If only he knew what I had planned for him come Meltdown. The barrage of pain and brutality is going to be like nothing he’s ever experienced… ARGH!


At this moment, both of Scumms hands clasp his cranium, his head shaking from side to side frantically and viciously. Scumm shouts out in what seems to be pain as he stands up, hands on head and attempts to walk.

Leave. Me. Alone! Get away from me, stop it… STOP!

Scumm cricks his neck from the left to the right and turns around, looking demonic and almost possessed. He grins and licks his lips.

Jonathan James, the original Johnny Scumm doesn’t live here anymore.

His eyes stare, not a blink.

Johnny Scumm, the REAL Johnny Scumm is here to stay. Bringing ten times more pain, ten times more blood being spilt and more importantly, a Mayhem championship. This is the way it’s always going to be now. Forget the past, look ahead to the future.


Scumm kneels down on the floor and looks upwards, upon bringing his head back down, he yet again grins and licks his lips.

So, after I beat not one, but two men at Meltdown in that 3-way match, I’ll be focusing on good old Alex Bowen, the arrogant Mayhem champion, who needs to realise that I am better than him. Who knows, maybe I’ll go and give him a little visit during his match, seeing as how we’re on the same show and all that. I could give him a helping hand if he needed. What I want, when I win my match this week, is a Contenders match that I can win along with it. Next week, I don’t care who it’s against, I want to prove that Johnny Scumm has everything that it takes to become the next Mayhem Champion, no matter what anyone cares to think, they’re all wrong. Next time you see that gold lifted by someone who isn’t that scum Alex Bowen, it’ll be me, Johnny Scumm.

He stands up again and goes into the kitchen, pulling out a cheese grater and subsequently scraping it over his forehead. It cuts his head open in a few places and blood begins to pour down the face of Scumm.

See this? My face? This is exactly how Bowen will look come the day I beat him for the Mayhem Title. Armando Paradyse, Alexander Steele and anyone that I may happen to be forced to fight against in the next upcoming weeks, they’re all nothing more than a warm up for what is going to be the most glorious title victory seen in all of WZCW, followed by the longest reign in all of WZCW, which I doubt will come to any end at any time. You’ve all been warned now, you all better watch because starting from Meltdown this week, I’m on a road to Mayhem and I’m bringing one THOUSAND percent and a shed load of objects to take me on that road, nothing more and most certainly… nothing less.
 
Monday, 14 November 2011
WZCW Locker Room


The camera image flickers to life and zooms in on a smiling Alexander Steele. He sits on a bench and pulls the tape from his wrists as he’s preparing to leave the house show and head for the next destination. He looks as though he doesn’t have much care in the world while balling up the tape.

God that felt good, finally being back in the ring in a competitive situation. Winning and losing that match never mattered to me; I simply wanted the thrill of competition again. I had to see if I still had that love for the industry, Overlast and Cooper couldn’t fathom stopping that feeling, as long as I can do what I love, ultimately I’ve won. My fire is back and in full force, I’m going to leave anyone in my path ablaze.

The smile fades from Alex’s face slightly as he pulls off his boots and slips his feet into a pair of sneakers. He still grins as he laces up the Nikes but something else is obviously on his mind.

I’ve thought about one thing while I was away from WZCW, that thought is that there were some people that would have seen my career in ruin. While this isn’t much of a concern to anyone else, I am my father’s son and that makes me a man that believes wholeheartedly in an eye for an eye.

Alex sits up and begins stuffing his ring gear into his bag. After the bag is full he stands and pulls a NOTW shirt over his head.

There was a failed attempt at my career shortly before I walked out the WZCW door. It was truly a pathetic and worthless attack that only furthered my anger. Of those that attacked me, only two of them are still left to take my revenge from. In the past I would have done something similar to what they did to me. I would’ve stalked them and utterly humiliated them, but I have since grown up.

I know that I have to work my way to them and that’s just fine with me. I’ll bottle this up and save it for that rainy day when I get to face them in the ring. I’ll relish in the challenge of having to hunt them down for my match in the ring with them. When that day comes it’ll be a battle worth watching as I will take whatever hope of victory they’ll surely cling to away from them and crush their dreams of stopping me.


Alex smiles again then picks up his bag and makes his way for the exit of the locker room. The scene begins to fade to black as Alex steps out into the hallway when another familiar voice is heard out nowhere. Steele sighs heavily, knowing that this was going to happen eventually and finally turns with a smile to meet Leon Kensworth jogging down the hall toward him.

Alexander! Mr. Steele, do you have a moment?

Leon requests as he stops his trot a couple feet from the former tag champion. Alex chuckles lightly thinking of a nice way to tell Leon “hell no” but decides that it’s been more than a year so he might as well throw Leon a bone.

Alright Leon, just this once though, you know I don’t do interviews.

Leon smiles widely and fixes his suit before he looks up at Alex.

Well Alex, the card for Meltdown has been made and posted. You are in another triple threat match. You’ll be facing off against Johnny Scumm and Armando Paradyse.

Wait, who?

Johnny Scumm and Armando Paradyse, what is your reaction?

Alex looks down at Leon as if he’s thinking for a moment, trying to find the words to sum up his reaction.

Surprised, really surprised.

Leon was happy to have the interview but now he just appears confused, Alex hasn’t given him very much.

Would you elaborate on that reaction?

I’m surprised that Armando Paradyse is still working here. I’ll be honest Leon, I kept up with WZCW for a while after I left, but as Mazi’s doctor visits become more frequent I stopped. You see, the last time I watched Armando was on a huge losing streak and people like that don’t usually last that long in this industry, they tend to pack their bags and go home.

What about Johnny Scumm?

I have no idea who the hell that is. Tell you what Leon, I’m going to go home and Google this guy. Thanks for the heads up.

Alex turns and walks away from Leon leaving him standing there alone with the camera. Leon had no chance to stop him to get a straight answer and is only able to shake his head as the scene fades to black.

Sunday, 20 November 2011
Local Hotel in City Hosting Meltdown


Alexander Steele sits at the desk of his hotel room in front of his laptop. There is no sound coming from the laptop as it is revealed that he is currently on the phone.

That’s great news baby.

He stares at the screen of the laptop that shows Johnny Scumm and Armando Paradyse in action from last week’s Ascension. He nods his head slowly as if answering a question he’s been asked.

Of course, I’m not missing Thanksgiving. I’ll be home, but I’ll have to leave for Meltdown shortly afterward. I’ve already gone around town and promoted the event, but I’d like to hit the gym here before the match.

Steele leans in closer to the laptop and smiles lightly as he watches the movements of both men, studying them carefully. The match ends with Armando getting the pin fall on Johnny and this amusing Alex.

Alright, I love you too baby, I’ll be seeing you soon.

Alex places his phone down on the desk and then unmutes the sound on his laptop just as Johnny’s promo video appears on his playlist. He leans back in his chair and listens carefully. For a while he just shakes his head while listening to the drivel that pours from Scumm’s mouth. After the change in Scumm though he raises an eyebrow and sighs. Once the video is over, he reaches up and closes the laptop, then spins the chair to face the camera in the room.

I want to start off by stating that I meant no offense when I told Leon that I was surprised by this match. I just wasn’t expecting to ever face Armando Paradyse. It had been so long since I’ve watched a WZCW match that I’m trying to catch up with who the champions are and who’s still around backstage. I caught the last pay per view and I know what’s going on now from then to now, everything else I had to Wikipedia, OWW, or Google the events. That being said I’m more than ready to talk about this match.

Alex places his hands together, interlocking his fingers together as he leans back in the chair.

Armando Paradyse, you kind of bother me. I’ll tell you why, I see a man who has potential to truly entertain the crowd and be a top wrestler in this company but I’ve never seen a fire in you. You seem as though you’ve settled into your station as a joke of a wrestler and that is what bothers me about you. I think you need someone to push you further and harder than you’ve ever been pushed. Last week was pure luck for you, earning a pin fall victory over Johnny Scumm; I can guarantee you that will not be the case this week. You’ll no doubt focus most of your attention on Johnny Scumm but I’m the man you should want to beat here. I’m a former champion here in WZCW, if you could pin me than you might actually be taken seriously.

That however won’t be happening; you’re not going to be able to put me down for a pin fall unless you’re willing to end my career. I’m going to do what no one else has managed to do for you, in this one match I’m going to push you to the edge of your abilities, and once you’re there I’m going to start tearing you down until you fight back and find a way out of the pit to take me down. I have great confidence in being able to show you that potential that you have and maybe make you realize how to unlock it. If you can’t handle this or figure it out, then you might as well just quit, pack your bags and go the hell home. The fans want to see someone who is going to give it their all and if you can’t be bothered to bring a hundred percent every week than you don’t deserve to be in the ring with anyone here in WZCW or anywhere else in the world for that matter.


Alex tilts his head and grins at the camera. He slowly stretches his arms over his head and places his hands behind his head, looking relaxed.

I can’t help but laugh at this other man in the match, Johnny Scumm. I honestly wasted a crap load of time researching you; it was time of my life that I’ll never get back. You’re unimpressive and this whole change of personality in the middle of your thoughts is just ridiculous. At the moment I don’t have the slightest clue who is the biggest joke in this match, you or Paradyse. You can act like I’m weak and whatever you want, it doesn’t change the fact that you’re crying and complaining about deserving a Mayhem title shot and I’m the former champion in this match. I’m the former champion that didn’t lose my belt, I walked away from the company to get my head right.

Bring on the violence little man, I’d be more afraid of Billy Idol than I am of you. You honestly think that what you are going to do in this match will be great? You’re not walking away the victor, I won’t allow it. Neither you or Armando will be able to get a pin or submission against one another. But if you’re truly lucky, I won’t toy with you too much, I’ll just make the both of you tap out at the same time. I’m in the best shape of my life, my head is right, and my life is on track, God help you Johnny Scumm. I’m ready to climb to the top and you’re just a stepping stone, punk.


Alex smiles and stands up, leaving the camera a view of the desk. As the scene begins to fade to black, his cell phone begins to vibrate and the screen lights up.
 
The scene opens to Armando Paradyse tossing and turnign in his sleep. A strange mist begins to fill into his bedroom from his door and. It's opened by a mysterious figure walks up to his bed.

Wake up Motha Sucka!

Armando springs awake and grabs a baseball bat from underneath his bed.

Who are you and what are you doing in my room!?

Calm down brotha. You know who I am.

Action Saxton?

Hell na, the wannabe motha lova ain't got nadda on me!

The mysterious man steps into the moonlight from the window only to be revealed as Mr. T

Mr. T? What are you doing in my house?

I'm the Ghost of Wrestling and I'm here to help you before you become a jobber of WZCW.

Ghost of Wrestling? I must be dreaming. How can I be a jobber when I just won a handicap match this past week?

Foo, that was a tag team match and you got lucky out there. Tonight, you will be vistited by three ghost. All will give you advice but it's up to you to choose how you use it.

Armando shoots up panting. He starts laughing because he realized he was dreaming. He lets out a sigh but almost pees himself when Chris Beckford bursts into the room

What the hell? Chris? What the hell are you doing here?

Armando! I'm the Ghost of Wrestlings Past. I took the form of Chris Beckford because I am the man you beat for you're first victory here in WZCW. A count-out. You were very disappointed in the way it happened but you took me to the limits. Now look where you are. You joke around to much in the ring. You need to be all about business.

Is this real? I beat you Chirs. I should have your spot in the EurAsian division.

Chris shakes his head and walks out the door. Once again, Armando wakes up but this time he is on his couch. He gets up and rushes to the bathroom and washes his face with water. He turns around and freaks out as Alex Bowen is standing in the doorway holding the Mayhem Championshp.

Alex! You scared the crap out of me.

I'm the Ghost of Wrestlings Present and I'm everything you want to be. I have high profile matches while you are stuck in the undercard. You are nothing but a filler and are stuck facing rookies. You are nothing campared to me. Shit on my shoe!

So this is really happening? I'm the laughing stock of the roster?

Yeah you are. But you don't have to be. You can reach my level and higher. You just need to find your mojo. Find your groove in the ring. Take every competitor seriously.

You are right I don't take anyone serious. But they are talentless campared to me. I deserve the spotlight. What's Sean Cruz got on me?

Heart. The kid has Heart. You need to take him more serious. There is still one ghost to visit you tonight.

Armando wakes up on top of his dining room table only to have the last ghost sitting at once of his chairs. The ghosts face is hidden.

Armando. I know you very well. I look at you and it's like I'm gazing into a mirror. You haven't done crap for your career yet. You made a mockery of yourself of you and your future.

I'm a star of the tag division!

When? You beat two other teams. You are garbage. Me on the other hand am a champion in the making.

Ok so you are the Ghost of Wrestling's future? Then tell me what my future holds.

Only the destination is written not the journey. Only you can decide that.

Armando bursts up in the morning. He is panting heavily. He stares at todays date on the calender. It's the Saturday. Meltdown is tonight.

Alexander Steel and Johnny Scumm. You are in for a treat tonight. You face the new and improved Armando Paradyse. No more joking. No more taking everyone lightly. You are now on the hit list. You are targeted and now you will know the meaning of pain.

 
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