Post by MasterEvil on Jun 21, 2011 18:38:47 GMT
Scene One: The Animal Inside Me
Time: 2:12 PM 13th Tuesday June 2011
Sitting on the ring apron of a ring in the empty arena, that WWH used for it’s Showdown return barely a week ago, is Chris Middley. The male was smiling lightly as he looked down on the rest of the apron, that had the WWH logo on it, before glaring up towards the titiantron. It has been nine months since Chris has last stepped into the ring for the World Wrestling Headquarters, let alone four or so since the “Gatekeeper of Dreams and Nightmares” has stepped into the four sided circle. Yet now, in a day or so time Middley will return to the WWH ring as he takes on Laura Jackson in not just any match. A Shogun tournament match…building up to their return pay per view, Shogun. They have some kind of league table, that at the event, the top two of Showdown and Inner Circle end up battling in a four person tournament with the winner not only successfully representing their country but also become the holder of the WWH World Championship. Laura represents New Zealand while Chris is just a substitute for the Australian representative, Ace Andrews, meaning that he’ll represent Australia. “The One Man” is currently wearing black leather pants with matching hoodie and wrestling boots while he is completely bald and a couple of huge ring piercing into his jaw. After what seem to be a few minutes a cameraman came down the ramp-way, with an official WWH video camera over his shoulder, and the “Prince of Fear” simply nodded to him before indicating where he wanted the cameraman to be. Once the camera guy got into position he motioned that Middley can begin the promo now.
CMiddley: I guess the words “long time no see” can be best words to describe my feelings of coming back to the WWH. The company that I spent a whole year of my life with. The company that I was in the last World Title match for before collapsing. The company that treat me like a piece of dirt. The company that gave me my first title shot in eight months only as a substitute. The company that spat in my face during my emotional distress. And the company that honestly didn’t give a fucking damn about me and was waiting until my contract expired instead of helping me develop myself. Hell, Adrian Hart didn’t even want me be wrestle at the pay per views I was at… Royal Rumble, I went to his office and glared at him in his cowardly eyes before telling him that me and Owen Davis were going to have a Bamboo Cage match at the event either he likes it or not. Then at Wrestlemania I had the contract signed for me and Lena so I kicked down his door, saw the fear in his aura and demand him to officialise the hell in a cell match, which he did without question. The International Title shot at Grindhouse? I was Owen Davis’ last minute replacement. Then the Barbed-Wire Singapore Cane Match for the WWH Undisputed Champion against Psy Psy at Shogun? Adrian originally planned for her to face someone else until I returned from hiatus by single-handedly laying her out. So he booked a Barbed-Wire Heaven match, a match of Psychotica’s choosing, between us for the title a month later in a vain attempt to cover the fact he wanted to hand Psy Psy back her title…but what happened? I was on the verge of winning, so what he does? He paid Chayse Harper to interfere and make the match a no-contest before booking us a rematch at Shogun, in another match of her choice. And what happened? Psy Psy did win but retired a month or two later…why is that you ask?
After asking such an old question both of Chris’ hands ran over his head before pulling out an object from behind him…a clear glass jar that is perfectly sealed shut. A sick looking smile etched itself across the male’s face, a smile that the cameraman has not seen in quite a long time, and performed his sinister laugh. After doing such a laugh the “Symbol of Reckoning” spoke up about the jar.
CMiddley: The answer is simpler then the question. It is because of this jar…but what is in this jar you ask? The answer is simpler then the question. It process the thing that I took from Psychotica…the soul of her career. Without it she couldn’t continue, so Psy Psy gave up and vanished from the face of the earth. I lost one battle but won a war that spanned centuries…what is that war? The light versus the dark…I won the war for the darkness and now here I am, back in a WWH ring, getting myself mentally prepared for a battle against yet another tough female in the form of the New Zealander, Laura Jackson.
The tone that Chris used to say his last few word reveal that he isn’t impressed nor worried about his return match inside the squared circle. Why should Middley be so confident? His opponent is, pound for pound, the second toughest female to lace a pair of boots…behind Amanda Cortez. His opponent has also trained with a Hall of Hero known as Peter Siddon. And she is hyperactive in the ring, so why is the “Mythical One” so confident? Does he have any form of plan to win this match? Does he have process a hidden method to winning that no one has ever seen before? Or is he just being a total berk? The cameraman is obviously thinking that the “Gatekeeper of Dreams and Nightmares” is being a moron but couldn’t express this without ruining the promo…so he kept quiet as the Australian representative continue to speak.
CMiddley: Laura Jackson has been in the WWH longer then I have but while I have been here she has basically been a curtain jerking mediocre star…nothing more, nothing less. But what have I done since square one? I had my career my way. I practically book my own pay per view matches while being the guy who could easily change the direction of support in one word. Meanwhile, behind the scenes, I once wrote out a random draft of how Mickey wins an international tournament, sent it to Adrian has a practical joke and then discover that he actually used this draft to have Fanbanjo win the Two-Thousand-And-Ten’s Shogun. Oh, what was that? Did I break key-fable? So what? I’m the “Man of a Thousand Mysteries” and the guy who shouldn’t even be in this fool’s contest just to crown what should have been handed to me from the beginning. But why am I in this tournament then, you ask? Two reason, reason one…I was sitting at home then suddenly the phone rang, so I picked up the phone and said “who is it?” in the most knackered tone I ever had and who was calling me? Ace Andrews. He went all “hey Chris, I’ve heard that you have rejoin the World Wrestling Headquarters and want a world title shot. I’m in this Shogun Tournament, representing Australia, but I got some personal issue going on…so would you like to take my spot and represent the greatest country in the world?” how could I refuse? It was a chance to make an instant impact with my return by wrestling against the finest the WWH had gathered. So that as reason one of why I’m in the contest, because in real life me and Ace do get along quite alright; but not for the ever so important second reason.
While speaking of his first reason Middley held the glass jar in right hand and began to glare into it, almost like he was looking for an inspiration. Both of the “Prince of Fear’s” seemed to be glued onto the jar as he spoke on and on until he said “second reason”. After saying those two words Chris held the jar in his left hands and was practically talking to the jar, as if it was a person listening to him, while the cameraman cautiously continued to record this promo.
CMiddley: And that second reason being the one thing I’ll get if I win the Showdown Semi Final, let alone reach the Semi Finals…the World Heavyweight Championship, the top title for Showdown. Last year’s Shogun I had the chance to become the top Champion in the WWH but barely failed…the fact it was Psychotica’s match of choice simply does not matter. The fact that I had less then twenty-four hour to be fully prepared and in Japan simply does not matter. And the fact that Judy Phoenix was deemed pregnant with my child the day before the event simply does not matter. The bottom line was that Psychotica defeated me in that Barbed-Wire Singapore Cane match…and right now it just makes me more hungrier to hold my first Championship here, let alone the World Heavyweight Championship. Hell, I’ll state right now the truth that I am scared of dogs since I got attacked by one during my time in a push chair…but there is a canine attribute that I admire. You get a simple little terrier thing, you starve it for as long as it takes to make it thirst for blood and let it out against a rabbit and what happens? The terrier annihilates the innocent bunny then devours every part of it, from those black tearful eyes to the cuddly fluffy tail, and proceed to do the same to the very next rabbit until the terrier is finally no longer hungry…but those monstrous instincts remain and boy ain’t it impossible to remove such beauty from the bloody mutt. Why have I brought out such an ugly real life analysis of everyday’s pooch you ask? The answer is simpler then the question. From months of being classed as a nobody then suddenly getting a title shot only to be screwed by life’s torturous wounds made me hungry and hungry and hungry. So very hungry, so bloodthirsty, so psychotic…and now I am really to massacre, to devour and to repeat over and over again…starting with New Zealand’s Laura Jackson.
Once the Australian representative spoke of the New Zealand representative’s name Middley’s entire head spun to glare at the camera lens while placing the jar on the apron. His eyes appears to be cold, dark, calculating and soulless all at the same time. Just then the “One Man” sprung off the apron and went straight to the cameraman before grabbing the collar of his white t-shirt. With his hands Chris pulled the cameraman in, making the camera come towards his face so that all the monitor can see is the “Gatekeeper’s” face. After spending a couple of seconds breathing deeply he began to speak up once again.
CMiddley: I know you are watching this Laura Jackson so I won’t even bother to pretend you aren’t. Miss Jackson, it is obvious by the amount of tattoos that you have that you are indeed tough. But look into these eyes and what do you see? Love? Hate? Remorse? Respect? You see none of these in my eyes, can’t you? The answer id simpler of why…I need no love, I need no hate, I need no remorse and I sure never got any respect off anybody. What you see is the animal inside me. For countless days, weeks and months my determination battled against it for control…but unfortunately for you Laura, the hunger has weakened my resolve and in the match we’re going to have, the beast shall take form in front of your naked eyes. The mental disguise will be shredded in front of those pretty little eyes and we’ll be able to see the fear in those eyes, even though you can’t bring yourself to scream for your life. This will not be a match between Australia and New Zealand, it will be us hunting you since the animal’s soul is ours and when we catch you…oh when we catch you…no one will never hear your cries or screams, an unholy crime? Maybe…but your massacre will just be the beginning of a list of prey to me and the animal inside. The list will go on and on and on until the hunger of gold is over. I am sorry Laura Jackson for any form of permanent injuries from this hunt but if devouring your body and sucking you soul into my jar is what its going to take to finally begin my era…then so be it.
After coldly saying those last four words Middley let go of the cameraman, went back to the jar and held it in his right hand. Has this man lost his mind from just being back in the World Wrestling Headquarters? Is it even possible for such a male to be mentally lost? Either yes or no Middley gave little time for anyone watching this to speculate as he spoke up one last time.
CMiddley: So be it if I end yet another career. So be it if I prove to EVERYONE once again how destructive I can truly be,. So be it if I become to dangerous to broadcast. So be it if no one would EVER chant my name by the end of Two-Thousand-And-Eleven. So be it if the Adrian fucking Hart jumps onto the Fandango wagon like he did for Psychotica. So be it if Peter Siddon makes an unprecedented return just to extract revenge on me for how disturbing my actions towards Laura may be. So be it if I become the most hated man backstage. I DON’T CARE! My name is Chris Middley! For first two months of WWH I wasn’t even put televise, no matter how much better I was then the other talent on offer. I booked my own match at the Royal Rumble and at Wrestlemania while I practically got title shots for talking louder then ANYONE else backstage. I am the “Prince of Fear”. I am the “Gatekeeper of Dreams and Nightmares”. I am the “One Man”. I am the “Mythical One”. I am the “Symbol of Reckoning” and this year I am the representative of Australia. And so you know Laura Jackson…as soon as I am done with you on Showdown…there will never be a reason to think that new Zealand will EVER have a chance to outdo Australia at ANYTHING! After I am done with you Miss Jackson…EVERYONE will know that you are nothing but a shell of what you use to be! This promo is over…nothing more, nothing less.
After saying those words the “Prince of Fear”, with jar in hand, went past the cameraman all the way up to the black curtains that he simply walked past. The then went off towards his private locker room, probably to get changed. meanwhile the cameraman switched off his camera and rushed off backstage before going off to the production truck, most likely to deliver the footage to the nerds that work in there. Could Chris Middley make his first match in half a year a successful one? Or will he fall to the hyperactive Laura Jackson? Only on Showdown will you discover the answer to these two questions.
Scene Two: Memories You Remember Being Razorblades
Time: 7:45 PM 16th Thursday June 2011
The location is men’s shower room and it seemed that no one is here…if that was true then why would the camera be recording? There is a row of ten shower cubicles, all having their door shut, and the lights were flickering on and off, on and off. Just then one of the cubicle door got kicked open outwards and out came the sole person in the room…Chris Middley. The male is wearing only a black trowel around his waist, that covers his lower body down to his knees. His rings were shiny while his baldness revealed that the male is only semi-dried. The look in his eyes were angry and almost crazed while blankly calm at the same time. Just then Chris approached the camera but stopped at the next cubicle door and began to speak.
CMiddley: Tonight’s the night Laura…tonight’s the night that you’ll see the animal inside me take you apart like a plague from below. You cannot run from it. You cannot hide from it. AND YOU CANNOT FIGHT US!
As soon as he sharply shouted out those words the “Gatekeeper of Dreams and Nightmares” banged his left fist against the door, causing the cubicle to open on the inside, before taking a few more steps and then stopped again, next to the next cubicle.
CMiddley: Fighting it is SENSELESS! Throw your fist and we shall devour you. Using dirty tactics, such as eye pokes and low blows, will only make us angry and prolong your pain and suffering. Pain is something you are use to…ISN’T IT!?! To willing have ink stab you EVERYWHERE but that is NOTHING compared to what I have been through. I have been struck with bamboo, got more involved with barbed-wire then escaping prisoners, almost knocked out with my own sledgehammer, been hanged with a fishing net, fought in twenty foot cells, been caned fifteen time, getting laid though tables and got ATTACK WITH FIRE! PAIN IS THE ONE FRIEND WE TRULY HAVE!
Once he shouted out those words in a quick manner Chris banged his fist against the door and got a similar result compared to the other door before banging the next three doors open before stopping once again at door number five.
CMiddley: You have nothing on the “Mythical One” Laura Jackson. If martyrs deserve their own cult leader then I would probably be the bastard chosen to unwillingly lead them ALL on. Since I am like them…I hold strong beliefs and by sticking to them my career has been snapped into two. DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW IT FEELS TO NEVER BE LOVED, HATED, ADORED OR WANTED!?!
Yet again Middley crashed the door open and moved down to door six only to boot that down before getting to the seventh door. The “Prince of Fear” is either depressed into madness or just making a show…either way it seemed to be directed towards his opponent tonight, the New Zealand representative.
CMiddley: I remembered one time that, when both my parents were alive, they took me to the alps to enjoy a skiing trip. I was ready to ski…but then saw my reflection in something I did not expect, the slope of another mountain…but then I witness an avalanche wiping it away…it was that day that the animal inside me was born…so I’ll ask a different question…HOW DOES IT FEEL!?! HOW DOES IT FEEL!?! HOW DOES IT FEEL!?!
While he shouted out the three questions Middley slammed his fist into door seven, causing it to throw open, before doing the same to door eight and nine. Now with the last door left the “Symbol of Reckoning stopped and all rage seemed to have vanished from his eye. A couple of seconds later Middley spoke up once again.
CMiddley: How does it feel…to have all your memories you remember being razorblades. How does it feel if all your memories hurt? I bet you don't know...but tonight I'll teach you pain beyond messure...there is all I have to say...nothing more, nothing less.
After saying those words the "Mythical One" lightly pushed the last door open and walked off, out of the camera view. He was most likely heading towards the entrance ramp to get his final mental preparement for the match. A couple of minutes later the camera ran out of power and switched off.
OOC: I wish Laura Jackson the best of luck for the Peter vs Peter III RP battle
