Scorch & WPWs Royality vs Murph, Xavier & Beno

[Peoples King]

"THUMP!" A body hits the canvas as the camera focuses in on a wrestling ring. Inside the ring, though not quite decipherable yet, are two men as another stands outside and watches. It would seem this ring is set up in an open factory lot and the camera begins to move in on the action inside the ring. Dust begins to pick himself off the mat but the knee of Boris, a man we haven't seen since When Worlds Collide, snaps his neck back and puts him flat on his back. The Black Russian stalks Dust who's arm flap vaguely, blood starting to run down from his nose. On the outside Charles Burton watches proceedings in a tracksuit, the former CEO of uCw must feel like a proper wrestler or something. Boris drags Dust to his, clubbing down across the back of the Peoples King's head. With Dust doubled over Boris takes the oppertunity to run off the ropes for some momentum...... Dust pops up, catching the incoming Boris with a lightening fast leg lariat. Both men down but they scramble up simultaniously only for Boris to run into a clothesline from Dust. The Peoples King has got his second wind and roars for Boris to get up. The Black Russian begins to stand and Dust pounces on him immediately with knife edge chops, no 'Wooooos' in the empty lot. Dust looks for an Irish whip but Boris holds his ground and pulls Dust in for a shortarm clothesline. Dust ducks it, shooting behind and getting a waistlock. He attempts to lift the big man but Boris has his huge feet set. Headbutt to the shoulderblades by Dust catches Boris by surprise. German! Dust had to have reaches deep to pull that one off and the subsequent bridge. Burton slaps the mat on the outside, "1-2-....." but Boris gets one shoulder off the canvas in time. Dust shakes his head and stands, wiping some of the blood from under his nose. He sets his feet, coiled to strike.

Burton: Stay on him........

Dust shoots a glance back at Burton and shakes his head, staying where he is and waiting for Boris to stand.

Burton: Stay on him damn it!

Again Dust shoots a glance back at Burton, shaking his head and staying rooted to the spot. He wants the To Dust.

Burton: Christ Dust would you stay on him!

Dust turns his back on Boris, setting his sights on Burton.

Dust: Would you let me do this my.......

Boris is up and he spins the off guard Dust around, booting him to the gut.... Dominator connects! Boris turns Dust over and hooks the leg as Burton slaps the mat on the outside for the inevitable 3. Boris gets off of Dust as Burton slides in under the bottom rope. The Peoples King stares up at cieling with no will of his own. Burton indicates for Boris to leave and the Black Russian does so, stepping out of the ring and heading for the door of the factory. It creaks open and closes heavily leaving Dust and Burton alone. Charles takes a knee and looks down at the still Dust.

Burton: You should have stayed on him.

Dust groans, his body in pieces.

Dust: Well maybe you shouldn't have been distracting me.

Burton: Come on Con, we both know it wasn't me that distracted you.

Dust is non-commital but it would seem he agrees with Burton. Charles stands and puts out a hand, helping Dust to his feet. He shoulders the Peoples King to the corner where Dust leans to regain some strength.

Dust: I took my eye off the ball.

Burton: Yeah, you did. You did the exact samething you have been doing all your career. You left something else get into your head. Once again you left your mind slip for that split second but in this game a split second is all the difference between winning and losing. You had it won and you left it slip through your fingers. What have you been saying to me the last two weeks? You have harped on time and time again about how you would never let yourself slip like that again. But it's the same story with you. Great one week, mediocre the next. You're lucky this was just a bit of training because it that had been a compeditive WPW match up you would have been eaten alive. Do you know what you did? You did the exact samething SiNN did two weeks ago when you beat him. If you want to be PCW WorldHeavyweight champion you are going to have to stop making these stupid mistakes. You are going to have to.........

Dust: Keep my head in the game.... I know. You're right Charles, it was the same story as has always been the case. I come off a victory that leads me to the road I have fought long and hard to walk upon, and I let it slip away the very next day. Consistency Charles, I don't have it. What I have the ability to stand up on my own one minute but the next I may as well be in a wheelchair. I am going into Everything Ends on the 20th of March and Im not even ready. I have never been read because I always let something get in my way. It has always been this, my head, my brain. I think too much on something, I think past something and plan on what I will do as champion even before that belt is even mine. It has been my great failing and it just cropped up again. I have to wonder if I am even cut out for this?

Burton: Cut out for this? This is all you know, all you have lived for. This is the only decent thing you have done with your life. If you give up now then you have thrown away everything, EVERYTHING! You will toss aside your dreams, hopes and your destiny. Take a look at the WPW locker room. Take a good hard look at it and tell me there is a man on that roster you cannot defeat. Is there!?

Dust: No......

Burton: No, there isn't! How many men in that locker room can claim victory over James Morriarty Cassius? How many men in that locker room can say they pinned the WPW WorldHeavyweight Champion CLEAN 1 2 3, breaking his undefeat streak? How many men in that locker room stood in the same ring as the One and defeated him? Those are the two names that everyone in WPW points to. Those are the two men that are regarded as the BEST that company has to offer. You have beaten them, beaten them both. On your day you are capable of standing up to the best and winning. On your day there isn't a man in that locker room that measures up to you. We both know this. It's a question of making YOUR day, everyday.

Dust: You're right........ It started two weeks ago against SiNN and it continues next week.

Burton: How do you feel?

Dust begins to nod his head slowly, determination burning in his eyes.

Dust: Never better. Next week I return to the spot on Turmoil I have made my own, the main event spot. I am focused Charles, I know what I have to do and I am willing to sacrifice everything to achieve it. I feel stronger, I feel healthier and I feel more focused then I have ever been in my entire career. I won't slip up, not anymore. Today I have learned more then I have in nine years of wrestling. It doesn't matter if it's Dan Murph I face, Andrew Xavier or Beno. All that matters now is my rejuvination, my ressurection. In James I have a partner I know can trust my life with. In Scorch I have a partner I know will give 100% in the cause of victory. Training is over Charles, from now on I am flat out everytime I step through those ropes. No more distractions, no more ego and no more pipedreams. From now on it is work ethic, consistency and reality. I will make the quest fo the PCW title my reality. It cotinues next week, it continues with Murph, Xavier and Beno. How sure am I of victory? I have never been so sure of something in my life. This week my opponents will experience Dust anew, they will experience the fury of the Addict and understand the fix I seek. The Main Event is where I belong, it is up to me to stay there. I won't let myself slip anymore. I won't let myself fall down to the likes of Murph anymore. Nothing will stand in the way of my reality, my opponents will discover that next week.

Burton: About Cassius........

Dust shoots Burton a look that stops him midsetence.

Dust: James is a subject not up for discussion Charles. I know you would rather I distance myself from the WPW WorldHeavyweight champion but I haven't even begun to repent for the sins I perpetrated against him. James is my friend Charles, one of the few I have left and that is the end of it.

Burton: Whatever you say.

Dust comes out of the corner, able to stand under his own power once again. He drops to the mat and rolls outside, Burton staying in the ring. The Peoples King walks away from the ring, not looking back once.

Shite

[Prometheus]

The scene opens up on the ATL Airport, this is noted due to tit opening up on the sign saying such. It begins to pan away revealing the parking lot where walks a man pulling a trundle case. The man wears a fedora hat and an overcoat. He approaches and we see that he is James Moriarty Cassius, WPW Champion. He wears his title around his waist in a public place and talks on his Phone... What he is saying is incomprehensible as he is speaking in his native German. He continues walking until he reaches the glass doors of the Airport someone comes up behind him and begins talking to him as he walks.

You have to turn those off or you end up on a desert island with a hatch and then you get stuck on some crappy television show for four years. Well the first two are pretty good then it tumbles in the third and crawls to a slow painful death in the fourth.

Cassius stops, and speaks into the phone “Ich will dich gleich anrufen” He looks over his shoulder and breaths an almost depressed breath.

Cassius: My sister tells you to not see me... I tell you not to see her... Any other orders would you like to disobey?

Cassius turns around and sees the man himself, Scorch.

Scorch: Well they also told me I needed a ticket to get back here. I guess that makes the trifecta.

Cassius: Hmm, Trifecta. Witty. Ironic is it not that we have our own trifecta to deal with this week... Somehow, together.

Scorch: Honestly, James, I am not sure I see the irony. Besides, I see Xavy, Beny and Danny as more of a triumvirate then a trifecta.

Cassius: They hardly are to be scoffed at. Don't fool yourselves with ideas of easy conquest, either with them or with... others. Each of them has a victory that proves themselves potent, each has a chance at a title and has seized the opportunity... Which is more than I say for you.

Scorch: Have we not met before? I take nobody lightly, from newcomers to veterans, they all get treated the same. But then I realize you are stuck in your own world.

Cassius: I am not stuck in my own world, although I rule over this one. (Cassius reaches down subconsciously to his title belt.) Those men, all three have somehow caused the destruction of the Dream Team. The last remaining Jewel in PCW's ghost crown. The Dream Team, thanks to their efforts at an opportune time is now a myth...

Scorch: The Dream Team's inability to defeat those three does not concern me in the least. A couple of frauds being exposed is nothing new. All that matters to me, is victory, not others' inability to achieve it.

Cassius: (JMC looks away, breathing shallowly) You and I differ in that regard. You do not want to focus on others inability then I shall let you. However I Focus on others, the world around me. I know facts like the Dream was unable to score a pinfall in his entire WPW career, Gerard Carson is undefeated. I notice my surroundings and know what to expect. I know where I Lie and I know one aim I now have. The Dream team is dead but Their legendary persona is there for the taking. And I do plan to take it.

Scorch: Since you seem the foremost expert on others, perhaps you can fill me in on what you know of my time thus far in WPW. And you know nothing of what goes on inside this head so do not fool yourself into thinking otherwise.

Cassius: Your time.. You time is wasted... And you above all know it!
What have you done? You came with such Promise, The one and Scorch could be deadly and death defying. Yet all you did was fall into mind games of owners and float in obscurity. You cannot deny it, or was it your plan all along to not even reach midcard title chances?

Scorch: Yes I floated, waited and now I rise out of the shadows in a few weeks, with the chance to get into the main event of the biggest show of the year where that (Scorch taps JMC’s belt, causing a clinking noise) can become mine. Then again, it could be The One going for it. You know him, the man who before was nothing but a backseat lackey, a load of untapped potential, second fiddle to lesser men. Then he met me and since he has helped bring down a company and now, it seems no man can stop him. It seems perhaps you are not as worldly as you would like us all to believe.

Cassius: I am more wordly than you. You will never be able to fight me for that title. You cannot steal it like you might my sister. You have had chances at titles and come up short every time. Also, you have not answered my comments, merely dodged them.. But do you want to continue like this or do you plan to self destruct before Next Tuesday as we team?

Scorch: What is with all this hostility James? Is it because your dear sister seems to appreciate the company of another besides her kin? You have no idea my intentions, no idea how hard this all is for me, if you knew what I know...forget it.

Cassius: Oh I know your intentions. All too well. They Belong in the same file that speaks of your tag team titles in PCW, you courting of someone else’s sister and the claiming of their titles. So How does Vannah Fare?

Scorch: I never courted that skank. She approached me, and I only tolerated her company while she tried to seduce me like I was her brother. I have more pride, more self respect then that. But people will believe what they wish and in the end, it worked out rather well for me. She meant nothing, just something I needed to keep an eye on. TEST and I, we knew better than to trust her and we were right. Your sister, she is no such thing. Yes, she may be the reason you have that precious belt, whether you admit it or not, but she will not be the reason you lose it.

Cassius: The reason I have the belt is my own. Now I am leaving, is there anything more I should say that you wish to ignore?

Scorch: If you think this act of yours impresses me, you are only fooling yourself. I am going to go out there this Tuesday and like any other week, I will give my all, my best. I will do what it takes to ensure we win, yes we. Like it or not, we are a team and when I am part of a team, take that very seriously. I will not abandon you, I will not disappear. I can always be counted on, and you will learn then whether you like it or not. If you or Dust so much as think of crossing me, go right ahead, but do so knowing that if you leave me breathing, you will be paid back. I do not doubt your abilities the way you do mine. And after this Tuesday, you will know why you should have been paying attention to me from the start.

Scorch moves closer to JMC, getting into the face of the WPW champion. JMC doesn’t back down as Scorch stares, he raises the side of his mouth in a sneer. But then Scorch unexpectedly grabs JMC in a hug of all things. JMC is thrown by this momentarily but has not time to react as Scorch lets go and Looks at JMC. He points with his head at the airport signalling he should go. Cassius, furrows his eyebrows at the confusing nature f the situation but does so, Leaving the camera on Scorch. Scorch begins to walk the path that JMC trod before, moving to the parking lot. As he walks he looks back once more to see if JMC has gone before pulling something out of his pocket... The Phone JMC was talking on.

[Peoples King]

"THUMP!" A body? The mat? No, apologies Dust closes the fridge door, an ice pack in his his free hand. The Peoples King looks a little tired, a little haggard. Dust leans against the counter, wrapping the ice pack ina thin towel. He applies the towel wrapped pack to the back of his neck and whinces as the cold greets the pain in his neck.

Dust: I made a promise to myself after my last title defeat...... My sole title defeat that is. I remember everything in 20/20 about my defeat and the run up to that defeat. In the months approaching Full Force I had cemented myself as the favourite heading into that Pay Per View. While Brock Goodman and the my firend James were not without credibility, I was nothing short of unstoppable. From the moment I became Number One Contender to the very last Turmoil ahead of the Pay Per View match, I was the number one guy. I had defeated the One, destroyed Twizted and had done what no other man did or has done since, I defeated James Morriarty Cassius. Going into Full Force I was 12 and 0 in WPW and everything pointed to me going 13-0 on my way to becoming WPW WorldHeavyweight Champion. It was perfect, I was perfect but for the fact that I was an evil twisted son of a bitch. However with all the momentum I had built up, all the victories and all the credibility, I made one vital and in the end decisive mistake. I burnt myself out before the WorldHeavyweight title match. In a quest to make up for my own doubts and the doubts of others I put everything I had out there before it even came game time. I was balls to the wall three weeks before the Pay Per View because deep down inside behind my bravado and arrogance, I felt I had something to prove to Cassisus, to WPW. I went into a WorldHeavyweight title match a spent force, a broken down wreck. Perhaps it is a testament to our champion or criticsm of myself. Ever since that defeat I came to realise that in WPW, when it comes to challenging for the title, you have to pace yourself. That is one of my new philosophies...... Pacing myself.

The turth of the matter is that it is all well and good to tell oneself that. It is easy to prepare yourself mentally, to keep your head in the game and not get distracted from your final purpose. A lifetime of addiction councelling has taught me that. What isn't so easy is getting your body to listen to what your head and your heart ask for. All the mental coaching in the world cannot fool a body. Whether I admit it or not, my body isn't in the same state as my mind. While my mind is focused and lean..... My body aches and calls for rest. Being in the ring week in week out will do that to you. Taking chairshots, taking Suplexes and taking falls to the floor is eventually going to add up to a world of pain and in turn, sadly for me, a moutain of medical bills. I head into this Tuesday Night Turmoil and subsequently Everything Ends mentally ready but physically shot. It is hard to admit that, I choke each time I hear myself say it allowed. My body feels like a medical journal on how the body should not be. My neck is shot. My left knee feels like someone took a JCB to it. Pain in my lower back comes and goes but when it comes it comes like a freight train. Im tired, I feel like a man twice my age. All the mental coaching in the world.......... With pain from the body comes weakness of the mind. I fight it like I were at deaths door but the pain that courses through my limbs will only be ignored so long.

But what to do? Do I give it all up? It would be easy for me to turn around to Carlos Gonzalez, present him with a doctors note and go on my merry way. I could turn up this Tuesday and walk out without even wrestling a match, injury benefit in hand and forty years of better health. I could let myself down, let my team mates down and let the WPW fans down. I could answer the pleas of my body. Or I could grit my teeth, flash my smile and find a way passed the pain. I could go to Tuesday Night Turmoil and disregard the agony in the pursuit of victory. I could assign myself to the knowledge that my later years in life will be spent in miserable pain. However in doing that I could live the life I always dreamed. I could achieve all I feel I am meant to achieve and I could prove beyond all reasonable doubt that this here is where I belong. Two roads, two choices. When you measure it all up there is only one decision I can come to. When you look at the pros and cons there is only one road, one route, one pathway my life is supposed to lead. I look at those choices and I see health or I see glory. The latter sounds a hell of alot nicer to my ears. I could give up, yes. But in doing so I would become what? I would become just another one of those never-beens. The guys that are wrote about in twenty or thirty something years as the wrestlers that showed so much promise but zero result. I would be that guy in the nursing home who would talk about how he would have been WorldHeavyweight Champion were it not for his neck or his knee or his back. I cannot be that guy. Pain or not I must percevere and come out the otherside a better wrestler, a better man.

Though I am wracked with pain Im not quite finished yet. So I stick to the philosophy and I stick to the mission of pacing my mind and my body for a date with destiny at Everything Ends. Though I promise to give all I got each and everytime I step into the ring, I will make sure that that is not all I got. I must go into Everything Ends with a little bit of gas to make it over that final hilltop because if I fail to do so I will lose. So this week I step into yet another Turmoil Main Event. Once again I team with mo chara* James Morriarty Cassius only this time with Scorch I tow. James knows he can count on me and Scorch I assure you the same. While this is the Main Event it isn't the final showdown, the big finale. That comes at Everything Ends. So while this coming Tuesday Night maybe the Champions League Quarter Final.... It is no Champions Laegue Final. The stakes are high but the deck isn't quite stacked. Dan Murph, Andrew Xavier and........ Beno, all three of you can be garunteed that you will meet the Peoples King at 100% this Tuesday Night. I will battle on through my personal agony as if it were not there. It doesn't matter what ye throw at me because I will be able to take it and return the favour ten times over. Don't mistake phsyical misgivings for doubt because that will be the rock you three perish on. I have no choice in meeting you Xavier at Everything Ends but Beno's possibilities of meeting me there rest firmly in my hands. Beno this coming Tuesday I will assign you to a list of wrestlers know as the one hit wonders. Your victory against Dream at Live will become nothing more then a flash in the pan. The Main Event isn't for you boy. This match up isn't for you but the pain I inflict on you this Tuesday is for you and only you. You are about to run into a road block in the shape of one determined Irish son of a bitch. Forget the PCW WorldHeavyweight title and brush up on your taco making skills because I will assign you to the same fate as Jesse Long, the glittery lights of the fast food industry!

As I have said a thousand and I will roar it a thousand times again. Don't Quote..... Just Fear Me. Fear the fire that burns inside me and the addict that is screaming to be set loose. Fear it all but accept it all. Believe me, believe mine eyes....... And Scorch, believe this. I don't trust you. I may not be Sophie Cassius's beau of the year but as friend to her brother I feel it my duty to watch out for her interests. I have my eye on you, every move you make and every hair that rests on that head of yours. We will meet at Everything Ends but you are a dreamer if you believe it will be you that will be unifying the two greatest belts this industry has to offer. Screw James and your screw WPWs Royality. We are team mates this coming Tuesday but in the grander scheme of things we are nothing short of enemies. Watch your conduct Scorch..... If you don't, I will.

Dust grunts and removes the ice pack, stretching his neck with the pain clearly visible in his eyes. He shakes it off and leaves the kitchen to leave us ponder over his words.

*Irish for 'my friend'

[DjM]

The scene opens to a bald, bearded man, sitting down on a leather arm chair with his legs crossed, nodding to himself, while writing something down on a pad of paper. For the moment atleast we can't actually here any sound, we just watch the little man, who appears to be a quack listening to someone address their problems. The camera slowly zooms out, and we see Dan Murph lying across a leather sofa, with both hands over his face.

Quack: Uh-huh. And how do you feel about your recent losses?

Dan: I don't know. I don't even know what that little idiot Carlos Gonzales sent me here to begin with, theres nothing wrong with me!

Quack: Now Dan, Mr. Gonzales sent you here because he feels that you aren't mentally ready to win the WPW World Heavyweight Championship. Why do you think that might be?

Dan: I keep telling you, I don't know why that stupid little jerk thinks that. Hes just playing games with me again, just like he did before. Sure, I've lost a couple of matches since winning the number one contendership at Ruined Fate. And the people that I've lost to have been the people I claimed I could beat with ease. Like the Jokester, and JMC. But...

Dan pauses to think. A distressed look appears on his face, as he looks almost as if hes about to cry.

Quack: Dan...?

Dan: Maybe JMC was right. Maybe I don't have what it takes to be in the main event. I've been in the main event of Turmoil every week since Ruined Fate, and I haven't won one single match. I've lost any momentum I once had over him. And now I'm literally the biggest underdog of all time. I just don't know whats wrong with me. I know I have all the skills to be a champion. The ability, the strength, the charisma but when it comes to that last piece of the jigsaw, the part that I need to win the big matches, I just can't seem to do it.

Quack: Ok, and How do you feel about that?

Dan: I feel lost, broken. I don't feel like going out there and being beaten every week. I just feel like giving up.

Quack: Dan, is this really how you feel...?

Dan: ...No!

The doctor sits up immediately and puts his pad of paper down and puts his hand over his face as if he doesn't quite believe what Dan has done.

Dan: Look "Doctor" I know that you think you're helping me, but you're really not. This problem, it can't be solved by talking to a 97 pound whiny little bitch with a pad of paper. The only way this problem is going to be solved, is by destroying the source of the problem. The one person in WPW who I've never been able to defeat. The man who I go one on one with at Everything Ends for the WPW World Heavyweight Championship. Overcoming him is going to take something special. Something that he can't physically or mentally prepare for. What I need to beat James Moriarty Cassius is no normal match. I need to find a way to get a stipulation added that will ensure victory and put me, Dan Murph in the history books.

Dan sits up from the sofa, with a smile on his face.

Dan: If you'll excuse me doctor, I have a match to make.

Dan quickly stands up and walks out of the office.

Quack: Wait!! You forgot your bill!!

The scene slowly ends with a disapointed doctor having not been paid.

[DjM]

The scene opens to a classroom. There is a large figure dressed in a shirt and trousers writing on the blackboard at the far end of the classroom. But we cannot tell who it is as they are facing away from the camera. The person puts down the chalk and wipes any chalk they made have had on their hands off. They tell around, and surprise surprise, its Dan Murph!! (Wow, shocking, Dan Murph in a Dan Murph promo, who woulda thought??)

Dan: So many stipulations, so little time. Tomorrow night, at Turmoil. I will walk into Carlos Gonzales' office, and I will tell him exactly what stipulation I want my title match with the WPW Champion James Moriarty Cassius to be at Everything Ends. But as of yet, I just can't make up my mind. The obvious choices are matches that play on my strengths, and on JMC's weakness'. Barbaric matches. So barbaric that just the thought of being in one of these matches make your skin crawl. The kind of match that noone in their right mind would want to have against a vicious bastard like myself. First, theres a ladder match. This match is almost meant to be. Signfying my rise to the top of the WPW Mountain from the absolute obscurity. But no. JMC has won one of these matches before, and therefore this wouldn't be a good choice.

Dan crosses off Ladder Match on the blackboard behind him.

Dan: Then theres the steel cage match. Quite possibly the most barbaric match of all. To be locked inside a 15 foot high steel cage with your opponent. Sorrounded by unforgiving steel, this match shortens careers without a second thought. This hellacious structure rips skin, and breaks bones. Would you want to be locked inside a 15 foot high steel cage, with me?? Me neither. Imagine the damage I could cause someone being locked inside such a structure. Viciously throwing people into the cage head first. Using the steel cell as a weapon. Watching this said opponent lying on the mat, bloodied, screaming in agony as I stand over their broken body. Just thinking about it is making my mouth water....But unfortunately, JMC has also won one of these matches. And although it was against that useless sack of horse shit Ray Williams, I can't take the risk. And this too, will not be the stipulation for our match at Everything Ends.

Dan crosses off Steel Cage Match from the blackboard.

Dan: I'm gonna think about this stuff for a little bit longer. On to Tuesday. Turmoil. Going up against The Peoples Jerkoff, Dust. Scorch and the WPW World Heavyweight Champion, James Moriarty Cassius. Looking that team, seems almost impossible to defeat, right? I don't think so. By looking at them simply, it probably looks that way. But if you look deeper. You'll see what I see. You stupid people look at this team, and you see an unstoppable force. But what I see, is distrust. I see three men who at face value are three of the top stars in WPW. But in reality they are all out for themselves. Dust, Dust sucks up to the WPW Champion week in and week out. Hes the Champ's "Friend". But I see through you Dust. You keep whining about your addictions and how they've hurt you. Trying to play the sympathy card. But I know better. I look at you, and I see a ruthless bastard trying to scam his way to success.

Then, theres Scorch. It's really hard to tell whether Scorch actually has some sort of feelings for Sophie Cassius, or if hes just trying to get into the head of the Champ and benefit himself. Personally, I couldn't give a damn. Scorch, You're messing with the wrong guy. Because on March 20th, James Moriarty Cassius will no longer be the World Heavyweight Champion. And then, if you are just using his sister, You've moved yourself away from the WPW Title, rather than closer to it. Take my advice Scorch, focus on the PCW Championship. Win it at Everything Ends. And then, you'll get to face me, and get to unify the two titles at Redemption. Of course...You'll lose that match, and I will be THE Champion, but its the only way in hell you're going to get a shot at the WPW Championship.

And finally...James Moriarty Cassius. Simply put...the best WPW has to offer....Until now. Champ, even with all these people using you, and trying to play you to get the advantage over you. I see you doing the same. I see you using others to keep the advantage. Even playing them to the degree where they think they have the advantage over you, when they don't. Take Dust for example. He thinks he has you right where you want him. Yet, hes actually protected you and stopped you from being so beaten down that you would be a sitting duck for any other challenger. But what the hell does that do for him?? It doesn't get him any closer to becoming the Champion. He hasn't had a title shot for about 5 months. Deep down Champ, you know that this WPW Royalty business is just a load of bullshit. The three of you keep playing eachother all you want. Because none of you...NONE OF YOU...Not one of you, not two of you NONE OF YOU DAMNIT, will stop me from fufilling my destiny on March 20th when I become the WPW World Heavyweight Champion. I cannot, and I will not be stopped....Because...









Dan picks up an eraser and begins wiping the chalk off the blackboard. Dan picks up another piece of chalk, and writes something else on the blackboard. He then puts down the chalk again and leaves as the camera follows him until he slams the door. The camera pans back to the blackboard which sends "I'm Dan...Murph...BITCH!"" as the scene fades

[voltage231]

The scene pans out into the parking garage. A limo pulls up where Beno and Blade LaVigne exit. The limo driver gets out and goes to retrieve their bags. Beno and Blade arrive in leather jackets and black sunglasses. Beno grabs his bag from the driver and they head into the building.

Beno: Tomorrow night will be the biggest night of my life as I team up with the number one contender for JMC's WPW heavyweight title Dan Murph and the future of this business Andrew Xavier to take on the team of Dust, Scorch and JMC. Some people have been saying that this one will go down as the greatest of all time. Others have been saying that my team isn't going to be a match compared to them. That they are an unbeatable force. But one thing that everyone has to remember is that no one is unbeatable. Look at Bill Goldberg. He went undefeated for over 0ne hundred wins until Kevin Nash ended his streak. Also look at Umaga from the World Wrestling Entertainment. No one thought that he would be defeated until a man by the name of John Cena pinned him. The list goes on and on of the men that were thought to be undefeated to the end of their careers. Hell my nephew Blade went undefeated!

Blade: Yeah that's true. I went undefeated in PCW and take a look at me now. I lost two nights ago to Brock Goodman. I hate that guy with a passion. Do you hear me Goodman? With a passion!

Beno: Calm down Blade: Go bring these bags to our lockeroom.

Blade: Maybe a walk will calm me down.

Blade takes the bags as he storms off. The camera goes back to Beno.

Beno: Heh. Now you see why I chose to have Blade follow in my foot steps as a professional wrestler. He has a temper that is needed. Same for his anger. That is what will make him a future world champion. But yes. Back to my match. Me and my team mates have something that JMC, Scorch and Dust do not have. That my friend is trust. I trust that they will have my back in the match. That they won't just leave me in the middle of the ring for a beat down. Dust has already stated that he doesn't trust either one of them. That he is just looking for JMC's world championship. Same for Scorch. Willing to do whatever it takes to have the belt. Even if it means backstabbing the champ. Which I do see happening in our match tomorrow night. Can you resist Scorch? Can you hold back the temptation to turn your back on JMC and take the title for your own?

Beno: Then we do have the champion JMC. A man that once managed the Bennett brothers. And a man that I once had a problem with. A man that I had trapped in a cage a few years back. Lucky bastard got away from me then. But you will not this time son. See a few years back I was in horrible condition. I had many things going on. But this will be my redemption! This will be my time. As you all know I defeated the Dream a few weeks back in in a non title match. And if my team should happen to win tomorrow night, I will get what I'v always wanted. A shot at the PCW world heavyweight championship next week on Turmoil. I will yet again main event Turmoil and face the Dream. And this time around I will be leaving with gold around my waist. Nothing will stop me from acheiving this goal. The only thing standing in my way are the three of you. Along with Andrew Xavier and Murph, we will dethrone the WPW Royalty. And come next month, Murph and I will both be holding world championship belts. My victory parade is already in the making. My era began two weeks ago and it shall continue through out the year of 2007! History is in the making folks. I'm taking WPW old school. It's only a matter of time before the whole world witnesses my rise as PCW world heavyweight champion of the world!

Blade comes running up to Beno looking a bit exhausted.

Beno: Where in the hell did you run off to?

Blade: After I dropped the bags in our lockeroom, I ran over to Burger King. I had the munchies.

Beno: Burger King!?!? God damnit Blade! Eating that shit is going to make you fat! And worst than that, you didn't bring me back anything!

Blade: I was going to, but I got hungry on the way back.

Beno slaps Blade in the side of the head. Beno grabs his ear and drags him into the lockeroom.

Beno: You're lucky you're my nephew. Otherwise I'd kick your ass. Now come on. We gotta strategize.

The scene ends as Beno pulls Blade into the lockeroom.

[Andrew Xavier]

The cameras fade to a shot of the moon glowing brightly in the night’s sky, surrounded by stars. As the camera moves down we are met with two bright lights right in front of us, the glare blurs the camera and makes it hard to see but it is clear they are coming closer. The sound of a car engine echoes into the distance and followed by the sound of tires spinning through gravel. The lights turn to the side and as our vision reappears we see a large ranger rover jeep in front of us. The engine turns off and so do the lights, then suddenly the driver’s door opens up. With a soft creek it swings open and out steps none other than Andrew Xavier. Andrew is dressed in a black suit with a white shirt and a black tie. His hair is combed back and looks neat and tidy although the soft wind blows bits of it around. In his hands he carries a bouquet of mixed flowers, which he grasps tightly. As he walks towards us his footsteps echo throughout the scene and in moving closer we see that he is wearing a pair of his trademark black sunglasses, hiding his expressions. As he reaches the camera Andrew opens his mouth and begins to talk.

Andrew: Thank you for coming here tonight.

After his brief sentence Andrew walks past the camera and it turns to follow him. As the cameras turn however we are met with a grim sight....a graveyard. In front of us we see hundreds of tombstones stretching into the distance. The outside of the graveyard is lined with trees and there is an ominous feeling about the place that would send shivers down your spine. Andrew, however, seems unfazed by the atmosphere and makes his way down the path. The cameras follow for a good minute or two until he finally stops in front of a tombstone.

Andrew: Tonight I have come here to end something that has haunted me for years, tonight I have come to make an attempt at overcoming my past and move on with my life. Last week was a wake up call for me, facing the jokester and winning a shot at the PCW Title was the slap in the face I needed to wake me up from this lifetime of depression. Now I can see the bright lights above me, I can see my destiny coming into form and I am ready to accept it but first I must rid myself of the past and that is why I am here tonight.

Andrew bends down and sits the flowers on the gravestone, his muscular body is so big that it hides the name engraved in the stone but I think by now it is clear who’s it is. As Andrew stands back up he looks down in silence at the grave, he holds this position for a few seconds as if deep in thought or prayer. Then suddenly he opens his mouth and reveals his thoughts.

Andrew: All those years ago I blamed you for everything that happened, I hated you and I wished you would go through the same pain that I did. Then I granted my wish. As much as I enjoyed torturing you it was something you didn't deserve, looking back it was never your fault, it was nobodies fault except his. You were just looking for justice and in finding it you were given an injustice as I took your life. Ryan I am here tonight not only to put my past behind me but to apologise, this isn't a character anymore this is straight from the heart and if you are somewhere listening to this I hope you know the truth. I am sorry. What I did was the greatest sin a man could ever commit and in committing that sin I not only ruined your lives but also those of your families.

In coming here tonight I know I cannot be forgiven for my sins but I believe this is the beginning of my journey. I believe in coming here tonight I can start all over again, and I can make myself the best person that I can be. Ryan Anderson what happened on that night all those years ago will be something that will never leave my mind but coming here tonight has helped me deal with all of those thoughts and emotions and I can put my past behind me now. I know what I did was wrong and for the rest of my life I will make amends for my mistakes. As I look ahead I see the 6 pack Challenge at Everything Ends staring my in the face and i realise that what matters now is the future because no matter what I can't change what I did back then all I can do is be the best that I can be now and that means winning the PCW World Title. Everything Ends may be a fitting title for some but for Andrew Xavier Everything Ends will only be the beginning.

Goodbye Ryan Anderson.......I am sorry.

Andrew turns around and walks back up the path. The cameras fade to black as he walks into the distance and back towards his car.

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OOC: I know it's not very match based and would probably be better suited for the PPV but I feel Andrew's win last week would have inspired him to get over his past and look into the future and that is really what this rp was about. I hope I successfully achieved that. I will try my best to get another one up tonight, a more match based rp but I got like 2 hours sleep last night so I am shattered.

[Prometheus]

The scene opens up on Again an airport but not the ATL as it was last time we saw one. This time another sign exists, considerably larger reading “Hamburg Flughafen”. To the left we see several cold and bustling cars which are stopped at a zebra crossing in front of the door. They start and move across as the lone pedestrian makes it off the road. The Pedestrian with the bag moves into the airport where the cold air no longer wreaks havoc on his coat and scarf. He removes them both to reveal himself as The Prince of Cats, James Moriarty Cassius. He looks down to see the camera which has moves over to near his bags. He raises his eyebrows before moving over to it.

You want to make a theme of airports for this? Perfectly fine. Then we shall start. As you all saw me mention at the last time, I believe that there is a considerable amount of symbolism in this match, The Royalty and Scorch fighting against a series of PCW upstarts. Now that seems to be all in a days work for Royalty, fighting the poltergeist of PCW on WPW’s Soil. It’s common whether it be The Dream Team, Michael Adams or anyone else still desperately clinging to their abandoned ship. But this team has a newer edge to themselves and they seem oblivious to the fact. For so long in the year of 2005, Scorch and James Moriarty Cassius were PCW superstars trying desperately to prove that we are not as pathetic as the position on our card showed. That we were better than credit gave us. Now, in the year of 2007, those like us sit at the pinnacle of entertainment, of Wrestling. Those who were young. But it hardly is the Arcadia, the Utopia that I had envisaged. On the front of my title reign I had to face those who held me down, the champions of PCW when I was lowly. They and I battle at every Turn; Ruined Fate, When Worlds Collide. But something new is happening to the ever changing landscape I inhabit. Two men have represented the old PCW and the holdings down that I battled. The Dream Team they were and I hardly need to tell thee of its members. But as I mentioned before... The Landscape is shifting, moving, and becoming uneasy under the foot. In the last few weeks there have been events I cannot deny are of deathly importance to The Prince of the Cats. First you need cast your eyes back to Ruined fate where The Jokester was defeated, somewhat soundly by Daniel Murph. Thus giving Daniel Murph the ability to take his chances in the Main event, an area that since before has been unreachable. Daniel since then has been at my side, aggravated and causing general discomfort. Then several weeks ago the Man known as Beno somehow completed a three-count against a dishevelled Dream, still reeling from our encounter at Ruined Fate. Thus Beno has been given a level of respect, oddly enough. And to cap off the events, Andrew Xavier also somehow made his way past the Jokester and now sits at a very amiable position as one of six possible champions. These three events are just examples of a larger geological and topological shift... And then I discovered something... A much overused saying but one that might be happening.

The Future is now.

However, unlike the usual egotistical use of this, I am not the ‘future’, it does not refer to me, and it does not refer to Dust or anything else on my side. My opponents, if anyone, are truly the future. They are the up and comers, the ones who were once like me, taking their knives and etching your name in the side of someone else’s hide. Climbing further up with every scrape and lunge. I was once there, trying to challenge someone as scarily powerful as The Jokester, looking into the eyes of The Dream and readying my will to fight... I would wish them well in that endeavour, however there is one problem with this scene. Now there is no arrogant outer crust, no superstars holding the tier down, No Karver, No Unleashed, No Rhys, No PCW. Instead... There is one other thing... Me.
I now sit at the top where the arrogant ones once stood, the forerunners. I stand as deserved of the title, of the peak. I who worked his way from below the bottom. I who was once a mere manager who was threatened by Beno in PCW. I who am now true Royalty. But the focus needs not be on me.. It is on the others, those carving their names into me. Those who have their knives sharpened ready to destroy me when the chance comes. However there is fight in me, there is no plan at all to let you all climb over my peak. I plan to send you all down. But.. And herein lays the moral dilemma that you might see. If I were to cast you all down and keep you there, then is there truly any difference between Myself, as champion and the others who once held the spot? Granted I could easily do it, I could just strike you all down and think nothing of it, but.... But I would Empathise; I have been there too much to ever be heartless. However there is one slight flaw in my dilemma, a loophole that will give em the chance to breathe easier as I show you why I am The Prince, the Champion....

You all are here by a fluke!
You hear me correctly. I do not need to feel guilt for what I do to my ‘kindred spirits’ because that is what you are not! Or at least not yet. You all are here, in this match against Royalty because of one win that you happened to claim over a self destructing team! Daniel and Andrew over the Jokester and Beno over the Dream. Just one Win and you are able to take the main event? Do not kid me. I fought for months, defeating everything and slowly rising to get where I was. You have hit an escalator and want the same results? Do not make me laugh. Daniel, your life since you won that chance to fight me at everything ends have been woeful to say there last. And I have only been capable of haunting you for less than half of that time. It has been over half a dozen defeats. Your chances to impress are running out fast, are you even aware? Beno, to mention you in this match are possibly to mention the luckiest man in WPW, somehow scoring the win over what was to be a squashed orange of a match, an afterthought. Do not expect the ‘biggest night of thy life’ as you so put it, to be taken this far by luck again. And Finally sits the latest addition to the Joy-Luck club, Andrew Xavier. Xavier however has the ability to impress. Right now he cannot and seems unwilling to claim a high status because he is knowledgeable that he is by no means cemented in his position. I would as you all to notice his example and one day you might find yourself on the champions team in a similar situation, defending your keep against the others hungry and selfish. But for now, you are the selfish, the rebels, those who want to dispose of me. For that, you will find out what It feels like to challenge JMC and it will be like nothing you have ever felt, unless you have once been hit by a train.

As for Scorch, as the film grows near its end, do not think I am now unaware of the property you took from me. The phone. I can only assume was stolen for one purpose, to obtain my sisters number. To contact Sophie. I am sad to point out some facts. One you will find the Phone is locked and you will need to discover the four digit code. So with a 1 in 10,000 chance of getting it correct, I hope you have few other things apart from the phone and the Match to concern thyself with because they will be taking much of your time. And if you decide that the phone takes precedence and importance over the match and you start to fail, then expect The Royalty, mein freund Dust and myself to be considerably unforgiving. After all, I have enough anger vented at you, all I need is something to set it off. Remember that. You can steal my Phone, you can steal my thunder, but you will never steal my sister... Never

*Scene ends*

[DjM]

The scene opens to a computer screen. The screen comes up "Shutting down" and loads for a moment before the power goes off. The camera slowly zooms out, as we see Dan Murph standing up from a seat at the computer. He turns towards the camera, and lets out a small smile.

Dan: Less than 24 hours before Tuesday Night Turmoil, and the WPW Champion feels that he should come out and run his mouth. About how I got to where I am today, and how its appearantly a fluke. But whilst I sat in my living room, watching your promo on WPW's official website, something struck me as being odd. I sat in my beautiful big leather armchair, and watched the WPW Champion talk and talk and talk...yeah and talk. But this wasn't the WPW Champion I'm used to watching. The Champion tons of confidence. The Champion with almost an air of arrogance about him. But that was not the champion who just appeared on my computer screen. no, no, no. The Champion I just watched didn't seem confident in the slightest. I saw nerves oozing out of your body. You're nervous James. And you have every right to be. You walk into Turmoil tomorrow night, but you don't just have the number one contender watching your every move. You don't just have my two tag team partners watching your every move. But you have your own tag partners watching your every move James. Watching for any slip ups. Watching you for any opportunity to take advantage of you. James, tomorrow night on Turmoil, its not a 6 man tag team match. Its a damn 5 on 1 handicap match. And its the smallest, and the weakest of the bunch who will be going it alone.

James you love to talk about how you've beaten me in the past. Even about how I've lost every match since Ruined Fate. But James, those matches are exactly what you say they are...They are in the past. My chances to impress aren't gone, and they sure as hell aren't fading away. Honestly, I couldn't care less what other people think. But, those matches that you love to bring up over and over again, they don't phase me. They are all simply, just another match. And for now, there is only one match that matters to me. And that match is on March 20th at Everything Ends. People may now think that the ball is in you court going into Everything Ends. But after seeing your latest promo, its plain to see that its not. The Champion is shaken. And hes there for the taking. James you said in your promo that Andrew and I were the future, and you're the present. Well let me correct you right now my little thespian friend. Andrew and I, we're the present. Not the future. Our time, is NOW! But for you, your time has come and gone. You, and your title reign and slowly fading into the distance, into the past. You have 3 weeks left. 3 Weeks to hold on to that title, to tell people that you are the WPW World Heavyweight Champion. To be called the best in the business. You don't have long left, so I suggest you enjoy it while it lasts.

In closing, Champ. You and I have a date with destiny at Everything Ends. This match, will be the beginining of my road, and the end of yours. My rise to the top is almost complete, but my road will go much further than that. My road will eventually lead me to immortality. I wil go down as the greatest WPW World Heavyweight Champion of all time. And I will do the one thing you have failed to do in your reign...I'll hold on to it for atleast an entire year. James, enjoy the next 3 weeks as Champion. For they shall be your last.

Dan walks out of the room, and turns off the light, as the scene fades to black.

OOC: Sorry, its not my best, but wanted to get one final rp out there.

[Scorch]

To be considered Royalty requires nothing more than to be born. To be considered excellent, one most prove themselves worthy of such distinction.

Leaning against a peach tree out in the woods, Scorch holds JMC’s phone up to his face. A gentle wind causes the maroon Troy Milam Chicago Wolves sweater he wears, along with some black jeans and his Reeboks, to gently dance about his skin. Scorch appears to be rapidly punching numbers on the phone then giving a look of disappointment each time. He leans forward from off the tree and starts to pace around the small forested area on the side of the road. A small amount of swear drips down his forehead, but not from any heat. He looks around as a shadow appears to creep about in the trees behind him, unbeknownst to Scorch.

Great, what would this code be. Come on, Scorch, think, this is James we are talking about here, you can figure this out. It was not one one one one, nor was it any combination up to one one nine nine. So I need to find a new way of approaching this. Perhaps his PCW record, or his WPW record, no I already tried them. Perhaps it has to do with his birthdate, no that failed. Maybe he used Sophie’s birthdate, that was not it. Perhaps it has to do with when he won the WPW title, but no that is not it either. Well maybe it has to do with something from the theatre. What would he possibly use their, what would he use to unlock this phone. Forget it, I will work on it later.

Scorch closes the phone and places it back into his front right side pocket. He then looks back, feeling a presense, but sees nothing. When he turns his head once more, the shadow returns behind him. Scorch looks nervous for a moment as the shadow stops, and looks close enough to touch him. Suddenly the shadow is gone and so too is any apparent memory of it as Scorch looks calm and peaceful. He looks straight into the camera with a friendly and inviting expression on his face.

Why hello there, everyone, I hope you are well. It seems the time is drawing near. The time where in which I get my chance to show where I fit in among the upper echelon of WPW. If I did not know better, I would say that my teammates, Dust and Cassius do not find me to be on their level. They seem to be under the impression that I am a tag along to their royal duo. The Prince of Cats and the People’s King appear to be looking down at me, the lowly knave. I have no problem with this. Royalty is nothing earned, it is simply a title bestowed upon one at birth. Royalty sends people like me out on the battle field so they can keep their power, their lands, their influence.

It should come as no surprise that they seem to be trying to place all the pressure to win on my shoulders. It seems they feel that the only reason our trio should fall to Beno, Xavier, and Murph, is if I prove not good enough and I welcome this challenge that has been laid before me, including by the pair of men so kind to allow me into their inner circle this week. Know, James, Dust, that I will not let you down this week. I will go out there along side the two of you and show you that while I may not be royalty, I am something more. I find it strange you two would take pride in royal titles, seeing as they are not earned, but inherited.

Of course, if our opponents think this potential rift between the three of us sets them up to score a monumental win, they are in for a grand let down. You see, while I do not appreciate being treated as second class, a loss to you would only prove them right. Beno, you have the chance of a life time this week as a win for you, gets you a PCW title match next week against The Dream, the very same man who has become a shell of his former self and seems ripe for the picking. You have every reason to give your all in this match and do whatever it takes to ensure victory. Yet you seem to think your greatest advantage will prove to be my lust for gold. I already have my opportunity at the PCW title, and should I make it past that, my chance at the WPW title. I do not need stab anyone in the back. I have been waiting far too long to hold such a title to win it through impure manners. No, when I win those belts, I will do so by attacking my opponents, face to face, like a man.

Xavier, you have impressed many people as of late with your efforts. I must say, I too have noticed the progress you have made. You earned a spot in the six pack challenge match at Everything Ends and you deserve that place, no matter what any one says, including your own team. I am not out here to doubt your abilities or to cut you down. That is not for me to do here, the place for me to prove myself your better, is in that ring. I am going to do just that this week alongside the royal duo. You have progressed so well, but it is still not enough, Andrew. I applaud you for making amends for your transgressions, but they will not help you in that ring.

Dan, you have the chance of a lifetime waiting for you. You have had it since Ruined Fate, but lately you have been on cruise control. Perhaps you wish to pace yourself for your match with James at Everything Ends. This week however, you take another step back as you will fail to add another victory on your road, your quest for the WPW Championship. Do not worry about my intentions with young Sophie, they do not effect anything that happens in that ring.

I do wish James would learn how to listen. I understand his fears, Sophie is his baby sister and he does not wish for her to be corrupted. To be honest, if he knew my past history with the fairer gender, I could understand his concern, but all he knows is my interactions with the vile Vannah Long. I shudder to think what people believe we did. What happens between Sophie and I, James, is nothing for you to concern yourself with. Believe me when I say, I have no intentions of hurting her, she has done nothing to deserve that. I cannot express right now what I see in her, but it is nothing to fear. I do apologize for swiping your phone, but I knew you never would have loaned it to me willingly. You will get it back, along with my sincerest apologies, when the time is right.

James, Dust, Beno, Xavier, Murph, you need to learn that I am no pushover. I am not some love struck fool lucky to be out there with you. My focus has never been more clear than it is right now. My goals are within reach and my arms unbound. I am not going to fail this time, I have done that far too often and no longer consider anything but success to be an option. When we are out there in that ring, I will teach the royalty not to doubt the power of the peasants. I will teach Beno, Xavier, and Murph not to doubt my focus, my determination and skill. And apparently, it was the birth of the Bard, thank you, James. I will be sure to pay back your generosity in the ring, you can count on me.