Monday, September 26, 2011
The Pyros hit at the top of the ramp all the way down to the ring and on the ring posts as Crucifiction begins. The crowd are going bonkers all over the arena and there isn't a fan in his seat in this packed 17500 person arena.
The show opens with Viking King on the VikingTron.
Viking: Ladies and Gentlemen of the Viking Fan Club, the Viking King is to inform you all that because of recent events, that Caretaker is no longer allowed to compete in the Viking King's ring, at least until he decides to quit vomiting and coughing in it, and also….when he decides to fucking show up at the venue. That's right, he is no where to be found since we discovered that the Caretaker that was dragged away to prison last year after putting His fed through hell and anarchy, died from a mysterious slaying, and that the Caretaker that's been spewing all sorts of germs in His ring as of late, are 2 different persons. Whatever the fuck is going on, all that the Viking King worries about is….
Rico then appears behind Viking stealthily, smiling, and silently giggling, and does the "shush" sign to the camera.
Viking: …..making sure that Rico does not get into the Viking King's barricaded office. Of course someone told the Viking King already that Rico snuck in before barricading took place, but that was Crimson, and we all know how full of shit he is. So without further adue….Crucifiction!
With this we cut to Joey Styles and P. Lickin at the commentary booth.
JOEY STYLES: Hello, and welcome to VWF Crucifiction! Tonight's show promises to set the stage for King of the Ring, as we're set to have Dan Ryan and Jonny Cedrone sign the contract for their World Heavyweight Championship match! In our main event tonight we have two of the men representing the VWF at CWC Supremacy face off, as the United States Champion King Reign takes on the WORLD Champion, Dan Ryan!
P. LICKIN: A match like that would be the main event of a Pay Per View in any other company, Joey! Only here in the VWF can you get that kind of action for free.
JOEY STYLES: Very true, P.
P. LICKIN: I usually have to pay double.
JOEY STYLES: ...
"End of Days" by Nathan Hunt hits the sound system as Scott DiBiase walks out onto the stage in his street clothes, with the Intercontinental championship draped over his left shoulder. After a brief pause at the top of the ramp to look out at the loud crowd in attendance that is completely going nuts at the sight of the VWF Intercontinental champion, Scott makes his way down to the ring.
Joey Styles: We weren't expecting to see the Intercontinental champion here tonight. I thought he would be in preparation for defending his title at the King of the Ring. What do you think, P?
P. Lickin: Don't care.
Joey Styles: What if this has to do with his best of five series with Dan Ryan, the first match of which the World Heavyweight champion scored a decisive victory?
P. Lickin: Really don't care.
Climbing the ring steps and stepping into the ring, Scott retrieves a microphone from the timekeeper and looks out into the crowd, almost seeming reluctant to begin speaking.
Scott DiBiase: It was two-and-a-half years ago that I first stepped into a VWF ring and, in all that time, I have done everything asked of me... including actions which I didn't particularly agree with. If I had have known then the effect donning the guise of the Masked Man and all of the associated actions would have had on my career, I think I would have thought twice before agreeing to the plan and dealt with whatever consequences would have come of it. But I'm a team player and I think that may actually be my biggest failing in this case.
Fans give the Intercontinental and former World Heavyweight champion a boisterous, positive reaction.
Scott: After winning the King of the Ring tournament last year and becoming the number one contender for the World Heavyweight championship, I was dealt a string of losses which... let's be honest here, crushed my credibility as a World championship contender. Yet I didn't speak up, I just told myself that perseverance would pay off and that all that lack of success was nothing more than a test of character to prove I deserved to carry the richest prize in this business. Then... in what is undeniably the greatest match I have ever been involved in, with one of the greatest champions I have ever had the honour and privilege to step into the ring with, I finally won the World Heavyweight championship and it…
Scott is interrupted by a big, loud round of applause from the fans, but Scott holds his hand up to try to calm the fans back down.
Scott: I finally won the World Championship and it should have been something to celebrate... but it wasn't. From that moment... from everything which had happened up until that point, I knew... I could see the writing on the wall that I was just holding that title until the first opportunity for Dan Ryan to steamroll through me just as he had every other competitor who was put in his path. Well...
Spattering of some boos as Scott looks around and grins.
Scott: It should go without saying that I hate to lose. I could see that I had broken one losing streak just to be put into another one, one which would have surely destroyed whatever credibility I had managed to hold onto. You can imagine how I felt when even after climbing the ladder at Bloodlust and claiming this Intercontinental championship... I found myself right back where I started, unable to eke out a victory unless my opponent simply didn't show up.
P. Lickin: That's because you suck!
Joey Styles: P! He's the VWF Intercontinental Champion! He fought through 4 other men to get that Championship!
P. Lickin: So did your mom but we're not singing her praises!
Scott: Yeah... in my eyes I had lost the last shred of credibility I had and was nothing more than a joke. Some have asked me "Who the hell did I piss off" to be relegated to a glorified jobber to the stars? That's when I knew... damn, this is harder than I thought it would be... I knew then that I had outlived my usefulness to the VWF…
This throws the fans into shock as they all chatter about themselves, trying to figure things out.
Joey Styles: Uh…P…what is he talking about?
P. Lickin: I don't know Styles, but I bet if you give him time he will probably tell us! Geeze!
Scott: I knew it was time for me to step aside to make way for the group of competitors who have been working so hard to get their rightful spotlight in the main event. People like Johnny Aggression who…
Aggression's name garners a positive reaction from the fans.
Scott: Who has proven he is a more than capable of carrying the World championship just a proudly as all of the great champions but; in all his time in the VWF, has only received one opportunity to compete for the World Heavyweight championship... people like the sorely under-utilized and under-appreciated TD Alexander…
In stark contrast to Johnny Aggressions' response, TD doesn't get a very good reaction from the fans.
Scott: Who held the Britannia Heavyweight championship longer than anybody else and has even defeated a reigning World Heavyweight champion, yet is booked as if he is an afterthought.
P. Lickin: Now there's a true athlete! TD Alexander! The best thing that's ever happened to the VWF, and what thanks does he get? He's an understudy. What kinda bull crap is that Styles?!
Scott: But it would be a grave injustice if I didn't bring up my greatest rival... my greatest ally... my greatest friend, the one person in the VWF who urged me to look past all of the adversity I have faced over the past year, the man whom I truly believe has been the greatest champion in VWF history, Jonny Cedrone.
The mentioning of the former VWF World Champion brings the entire arena to a roar for a moment.
Scott: Our respect grew from our battles in the ring, whether we hated each other's guts or had each other's backs. If it wasn't for Jonny Cedrone, it's safe to say I would not have made it to the Royal Rumble. If there is one thing I regret, it's that I couldn't be there by his side to capture the World Tag Team championships...
Just then "Broken, Beat & Scarred" blares over the PA system, sending the fans in attendance into a frenzy once again.
P. Lickin: Oh here we go! Where's my barf bag Styles? This is going to get sickening!
Joey Styles: P, why don't you just shut up and respect the fact that these two men have been through Hell and back and have nothing but the utmost respect for one another?!
P. Lickin: If they want to confess their love for one another, let them get a room! I'm sure the Viking King has a vacant room in his apartment in downtown Chicago they can use.
Joey Styles: -----
P. Lickin: What?
Jonny Cedrone comes walking down the aisle without much fanfare, he slaps some of the hands of his fans as he walks down the aisle to the ring but no pyro, no standing at the top of the stage, he just makes his way down to the ring, wipes his feet on the apron and makes his way into the ring.
Joey Styles: Jonny Cedrone isn't dressed to fight here tonight because he's not scheduled for a match but he will be signing the contract for his World Championship match against Dan Ryan at King of the Ring Night 2 a little later tonight.
P. Luckin: He's not even dressed in a suit, just jeans, a t-shirt and a sport coat or suit jacket or whatever.
Joey Styles: You've been talking to Rico again, haven't you?
Jonny stands in the middle of the ring looking at Scott and receives another mic from the ring announcer. The music goes away and the fans finally calm down enough to let him speak. He simply grins.
Jonny Cedrone: Scotty, throughout my career, I might not have had this good guy persona the entire time, but a good chunk of it. But if there were ever one constant, one thing that stayed true through it all is my mantra about life. Ya see, I've always believed that if you have even one regret in your life, one measly shred of regret, then you didn't live your life to the fullest.
Some spattering of cheers.
Scott: Well thanks, that makes me feel so much better.
Jonny: Hold on, I'm not done yet. I also know the fact that you're not happy with the way things are going in your career and to be honest, if it were mine, I would be standing here making your speech instead of you. In fact, I probably wouldn't have lasted this long to be honest.
Joey Styles: We're all shocked at that statement but I think Scott seems more shocked than the rest of us.
P. Lickin: Yeah, it's even hard for me to swallow.
Joey Styles: I always wondered about you.
P. Lickin: -----
Scott: I kind of find that hard to believe. Mr. Patience himself?
Jonny: I know, I know, but it's true. Even to someone with as much patience as I have, they can only take so much and you've taken much more than I would've before I would've gone over the deep end. But there's one thing you have to understand; while I may not agree with your decision to leave the company, as much as I don't agree with the fact that you've 'outlived your usefulness' here, I am your friend and I support you in whatever decision you make.
Not sure on how to react to this, the fans stay quiet.
Jonny: Scotty, it's been said time and time again how much I respect you, how much you respect me and…and how many times have we met in this ring Scotty?
Scott: It's been a few times.
Jonny: And each and every time we step into this ring, we tear the roof off the place and we put on the match of the night, of the month, of the year, of the decade and everything else of that sort!
A big pop from the fans.
Jonny: And why do we do such a great job? Number one reason that comes to my mind? Because we love what we do and we're the best there is at it!
Another big pop.
Jonny: But another reason I can think of is the fact that we know each other pretty well. As repetitive as it may be, you and I have gone through so much through the past couple years. We've been bitter enemies all the way to being best of friends, due to our mutual respect for one another and one of the things we have in common, the love for this great sport of professional wrestling! And with being friends comes the daunting responsibility we have to keep each other in line and on the right path. But it's also our responsibility to know that they have to step back and let each other do what they feel is right, no matter how much you may disagree.
Joey Styles: I don't believe what I'm hearing.
P. Lickin: I knew he'd turn his back on DiBiase! I told you, you can't trust him!
Jonny: Scotty, as sappy and as cliché as it may be, you've been like a brother to me. And I'm not afraid to tell you that I couldn't disagree more with you about you "outliving your usefulness" here in the VWF. You are one of the most talented wrestlers the VWF has ever seen. The VWF couldn't do anything but succeed and grow and flourish with a talent such as you and there will be a great void in this Company if you're deciding what I think you're deciding.
The fans give DiBiase a respectful round of applause.
Scott: Dont worry, Jonny... I'm not retiring.
Another pop from the fans.
Scott: But I can't continue in the VWF. As much as I respect everybody involved, from Triple B and Alex Kahrs to the opponents I've faced, to you... and to all of these fans, I cannot disrespect any of you when I cannot perform at the standards I expect of myself. You know as well as anybody that I don't do this for the money, I don't care about where I stand on whatever ranking system people dream up to judge us... the only thing that interests me is respect. When somebody disrespects me for the decisions I make, that's an automatic three strikes in my book and there is no chance in hell I would ever agree to put them over, but it also makes me realize I cannot be in the same company with such people. Believe me, Jonny... I don't want to leave, but the best thing for me at this time is to step away from this business and get a better perspective of what I want from the rest of my career.
Jonny: As I've always been told Scott, if you're a true friend you would stand by your friend's decision and support them. And as much as it pains me to say it, because it pains me to see you go, but I understand where you're coming from and support you in whatever decision you make Scotty.
Some heat from the fans.
Jonny: I know, I know, but what else am I supposed to do? There has been no other person in his life that has been fighting him harder than me. Any time he EVER brought up the subject, I knocked it down pretty hard, because like the rest of you, I feel that a VWF without Scott DiBiase will not be anywhere near as fun. But what kind of friend would I be if I didn't take my selfishness out of the picture and let my friend do what he feels is best?
Joey Styles: This could be an end of an era, P.
P. Lickin: Good riddance!
Jonny: So Scott, with a heavy heart, I just wanna say that I understand, you do what you feel is best. But I also want to say thank you for the angles we've worked through the past couple years, each and every top notch match we ever wrestled.
Huge pop.
Jonny: But I would remiss if I didn't say this one last thing. For old time sakes, since this is your last night on VWF programming, I know you wanna go out on top. And seeing that I'm your favorite opponent, and you're my favorite opponent, I want to request one thing…
The fans start reacting strongly.
Joey Styles: P… could it be?!
P. Lickin: I hope not! For the 140th time? Really?
Jonny: Scotty, I say we go one last time. I say we make your last match, one for the road. I say you and I have that…one last match!
The fans go completely nuts with excitement.
Jonny: Let's sweeten the deal just a little more though. Since you're leaving, and it's so cliché to have a vacant Title tournament in circumstances like this, I say we do that Championship justice by putting the Intercontinental Championship on the line too.
Fans about blow the roof off the place again.
Joey Styles: WHAT?! Could this be?! An impromptu Intercontinental Championship match between two of the greatest VWF superstars to ever grace a VWF ring?! What a Crucifiction!
P. Lickin: I'm about to throw up.
Joey: So what do ya say?
Scott looks out at the excited crowd and smiles.
Scott: It would be my honour, Jonny.
Scott extends his hand, which Jonny accepts and the two shake hands as the show cuts to a commercial.
(The VWF goes to commercial...)
(The VWF returns from commercial...)
(-(-(Tazz is in the ring pissed off. He's yelling obscenities at the crowd and even the Ref. Cut to backstage and Stoner is getting ready for his match, when...
? ? ?: Yo, Dude, like good luck.
Savage Youth walks up to Stoner and pats him on the back.
SAVAGE YOUTH: Uhm.... you holding man?
Stoner shakes his head "no."
SAVAGE YOUTH: Well damn, maybe after the show tonight we hit the town and find some smokey smoke smoke.
"Wall of Fire" by Monster Magnet hits and Robinson heads to the ring.
STONER: Cool man, catch you after the show.
SAVAGE YOUTH: Yeah, I gotta go back to my office and pretend I'm doing whatever job I'm supposed to have here.
Stoner runs down to the ring. Tazz glares at him and begins to grumble to himself.
JOEY STYLES: Well this match looks like it will be fucking awesome.
P. LICKIN: Are you more stoned than Stoner? And what the fuck is Savage Youth's job here in VWF?
JOEY STYLES: Executive Vice President of Talent Relations I think.
P. LICKIN: Eh, at least he has some charisma.
Tazz and Stoner get ready to lock up, but before they can, Taz grabs a microphone.
TAZZ: Stoner, in this match... I am.... Going to Choke.... You OUT!
OOC: This match is fucking hard to fucking write. I mean TAZZ Didn't even fucking roleplay! And Stoner is fucking Stoner, I mean how can you not like the fucking guy? Even though he likes the Fucking Sword of Fucking Truth books, He's still an OK guy. So I decided to do something fucking different with this fucking match. Tazz fucking loses this bitch after Stoner fucking promises him some god damned fucking Pot when Stoner and Savage Youth go out on the fucking town after fucking Crusifuckingfiction gets the Fuck over with. Tazz showing common fucking sense decides that Pot sounds mother fucking good right fucking now and let's Stoner beat him. P. Lickin gets all bitch as does Joey Styles but they can fuck right off.
JOEY STYLES: What was that?
P. Lickin: I guess it was a match.
We cut to the back, where Kyle Bacon is standing by with a young man.
KYLE BACON: Hello folks, Kyle Bacon here with the newest signing to the VWF…I'm sorry, I'm not sure I quite caught what your name was.
The young man smirks at Bacon.
? ? ?: The name is SteVen, and you'd do well not to forget it.
KYLE BACON: Steven?
SteVen: Yes, SteVen.
KYLE BACON: Okay then, Steven…
SteVen: It's SteVen. Stop patronizing me!
Kyle is taken aback by this before continuing.
KYLE BACON: Right. Well, welcome to the VWF SteVen. We understand you will be debuting at King of the Ring, but we don't know who your opponent is just yet.
SteVen just chuckles at this.
SteVen: Look, it doesn't matter WHO I'm facing. I'm going to win, and immediately make a name for myself here in the VWF. It could literally be ANYONE in this company…
? ? ?: Even me, perhaps?
The camera shifts to reveal Michael Bunda with a smirk of his own as the crowd boos.
KYLE BACON: Excuse me Michael, but I thought you were suspended indefinitely?
Michael laughs.
MICHAEL BUNDA: I was, Kyle. But in case you haven't figured it out by now, Timothy Kahrs is a weakling when it comes to authority…all it takes is a little of convincing to have your way with him. So he's put me back on the active roster…and it seems I'm back just in time.
He glares at SteVen, who glares back unafraid.
MICHAEL BUNDA: You think you're something special, kid? Being in the VWF means you're the cream of the crop…and I just don't see that in you. If you wanna prove you're the best, you have to FACE the best. And I'd be more than happy to show you don't deserve to hang with the big boys.
SteVen just gives Bunda a cold stare for a moment, before finally responding.
SteVen: If that's a challenge you're willing to make, it's a challenge I'm willing to accept.
Michael grins.
MICHAEL BUNDA: Good. See you at King of the Ring, kid.
Michael walks off, leaving Kyle with an angry SteVen as we cut to commercial.
(The VWF goes to commercial...)
(The VWF returns from commercial...)
A Lincoln town car pulls up into the parking area of the arena. Black Death gets out of the driver's side of the car and pulls a gym bag out of the back seat of the car. He swings the bag over one shoulder and he has a smile on his face as he heads toward the entrance that leads to the backstage area of the arena. He hears a man's voice call his name from the left of him as he is walking.
Man's Voice: Mr. James Wallace?
Black Death stops when he hears his name and looks over to where the voice came from. A man dress in a grey suit comes walking up to him. A curious look is on Black Death face as he sees this man stop in front of him blocking his way to the door that leads to the arena.
Black Death: Hey, I am James Wallace, what can I do for you?
Man: I just wanted to give you this, you have been served
The process server slams an envelope to the chest of the big man. Black Death grabs it looks at it with some more confusion on his face the server leaves very quickly.
Black Death: What is this?
Black Death opens the envelope and looks at the contents of it. You can see his face go from confused to shock, to extreme anger while he is reading the letter. He crumples up the letter in his massive hand
Black Death: That son of a ….
You cannot hear the words that Black Death is saying as he power walks toward the door , opens it with force , knocking down a arena guard as if the poor guy was not there heading into the back stage.
(-(-("Take Your Best Shot" begins playing over the arena sound system as the lights begin to flicker in strobe light fashion.
Joey Styles: Welcome back to Crucification. At this time we are joined by Maverick Jones to my left, and Sean Edmunds to P's right. Welcome guys.
Maverick: Is this thing on? NO ONE IN THE ARENA CAN HEAR ME!
Edmunds: You're so stupid. This is for the benefit of those at home.
Maverick: Well maybe the crowd would like to hear the commentary too. DO YOU WANT TO HEAR THE COMMENTARY CROWD!
Joey Styles: Really Maverick, they can't hear you.
Adam Morrison comes out from behind the curtain psyching himself up. Suddenly Ebirah rushes out and hits him from behind! Adam Morrison rolls down the ramp.
Maverick: Hey! that wasn't fair!!
Edmunds: Everything is fair in wrestling.
Maverick: How could anyone see that coming? I'd be pissed if that were me.
Edmunds: Would you? hmm...
Joey Styles: Guys settle down, this is getting out of hand.
Edmunds: How about you and Maverick just keep quiet and let real talent call the match.
Ebirah walks down the ramp calmly and slides into the ring. Adam Morrison shakes himself off before sliding into the ring himself. The referee checks on both, and then calls for the bell.
Joey Styles: Here we go!
Adam Morrison circles around Ebirah who stands in the center of the ring. The match begins with Ebirah immediately taking control. Adam Morrison seems to be out of it from the blindside attack before the match.
Edmunds: This match is a joke. No one wants to see either of these worthless peons wrestling.
Maverick: All wrestling is good.
Edmunds: That's what losers think. Which is ironic because you're a loser.
Maverick: Well at least I know how to use irony properly.
Ebirah dumps Adam Morrison to the outside and follows. He brings him over to the announcer table and slams his head on the table. Ebirah stands in front of Edmunds talking trash.
Edmunds: Only losers need to trash talk a real champion, which is ironic cause you're a loser!!
Maverick: You really don't get it...
Edmunds: Shut up!
Ebirah rolls Morrison back into the ring. He drops Morrison with the Gory Special and then scales the top rope. He shows Maverick and Edmunds the belt taunt and hits Universal Destruction on Morrison! He pins him and picks up the three count.
Joey Styles: Well Maverick, Sean it was great having you here...
Sean Edmunds tosses his headset aside and slides into the ring.
Maverick: Yeah it was great!
Maverick puts down his headset and gets into the ring. Ebirah and Sean Edmunds are in a heated discussion about who's best, and they get nose to nose. Edmunds spits in Ebirah's face and Maverick rushes to get between them to try and prevent a fight. Maverick holds back Ebirah as Edmunds exits, taunting the both of them. Ebirah annoyed shoves Maverick to the ground and exits the ring.
Joey Styles: This thing is about to blow up! We'll see Maverick Jones vs. Sean Edmunds later tonight, and it's already heated!)-)-)
Normal Match - KOTR Qualifier
We cut to the back, where we find Acting VWF Commissioner Timothy Kahrs sitting in his office. He is going over some paperwork when there is a knock at the door.
TIMOTHY KAHRS: Come in!
The door opens, revealing Johnny Aggression to a big pop from the crowd.
JOHNNY AGGRESSION: You said you needed to see me?
Kahrs nods his head as he stands up.
TIMOTHY KAHRS: Yes, I wanted to talk to you real quick about the King of the Ring Pay Per View. You see Johnny, I've been paying a lot of attention lately and I saw that tag match last week. I think you got a raw deal because of Adam Morrison...and frankly, I don't think Sean Edmunds should have gotten in the tournament.
Johnny nods his head in agreement, still upset over what happened.
TIMOTHY KAHRS: Now, I couldn't take Edmunds out of the tournament, but I figured I could do SOMETHING...hence your second chance match later tonight against Reverend John Crazy. I hope you make the best of it.
JOHNNY AGGRESSION: Thanks.
TIMOTHY KAHRS: No problem, Johnny. Now, one other thing...
TImothy is interrupted by another loud knock. The door swings open immediately, showing TD Alexander as the crowd boos.
TIMOTHY KAHRS: Have you thought about knocking sometime?
TD ALEXANDER: Have you thought about not being a loser?
Timothy just raises a hand to his face.
TD ALEXANDER: You said you wanted to talk to me about King of the Ring. Well hurry on with it, I have more important things to do.
JOHNNY AGGRESSION: Like what, exactly?
TD ALEXANDER: Like WINNING, something you're not familiar with.
Timothy raises his hand, trying to stop the argument from getting heated.
TIMOTHY KAHRS: That's enough you two. It just so happens this is for both of you. As you guys know, the Divine Army has disappeared recently...and that's put me in a really bad position. Not the least of which is, we have no Eurocontinental Championship OR champion at the moment. I'll be setting up an investigation into the matter, but in the meantime...the show must go on. At King of the Ring I will be setting up a Number One Contender's match for the Eurocontinental Championship...and it's going to be TD Alexander against Johnny Aggression!
The crowd gives a big pop for the match as TD and Johnny stare each other down, both looking determined to make a statement come King of the Ring.
(The VWF goes to commercial...)
(The VWF returns from commercial...)
(-(-(Both men are already in the ring...
JOEY STYLES: Black Death does not look happy.
P. LICKIN: He looks constipated.
JOEY STYLES: ...
vBlack Death versus Phoenix match was not pretty thing to watch. Black Death wasted no time he was all business making his way to the ring and show no remorse as he ruthlessly laid into Phoenix at the start of the match and never letting up. Beating up Phoenix like he owes Black Death money or took away a sandwich that Black Death was going to eat. Black Death mercifully end the beating and wins the match at the 3:27 mark getting the pin after hitting his finisher "Black Death Driver. Black Death Qualifies for the King of the Ring.
P. LICKIN: What a horrible match. I hope Black Death beats someone up for how bad this match was.
JOEY STYLES: Black Death can't blame anyone for himself for how this match went.
P. LICKIN: So he's going to beat himself?
JOEY STYLES: ...
)-)-)
Normal Match - KOTR Qualifier
The year 1817 appears. Thomas Halloway and Jasmine Paton ride on a Kentucky Saddler breed horse to the town saloon. Thomas is wearing a brown cowboy hat,a brown jacket and dark pants. There are a few drunks standing out, barely able to walk, stand and/or talk.
Jasmine: I don't like it here, can you hurry this on?
Thomas: Father Cramon is sick, unfortunately the doctor operates here.
Jasmine: Well, we need to find my big sister, Emily. It's not like her to just run off without anyone knowing where she gone.
Thomas: These days? I doubt it.
The two walk into the saloon, the men giving Jasmine dirty looks as they approach the bar.
Bartender: What'll be young lad?
Thomas: I need to see Doctor Braas.
Suddenly, we see a crying young lady trying to run from a man who turns out to be….Mr. Smith, coming down the stairs.
Mr. Smith: Oh cool it whore, you know I can stiff you like you no other. Hehehe.
Jasmine is shocked to see the lady is Emily, her older sister nearly raped. Emily eventually falls down the stairs. Thomas helps her up.
Thomas: Get her home now.
Jasmine and Emily leave.
Mr. Smith: Well, if it aint….you. What are yuuu….looking at.
Thomas just stares angrily, as Mr. Smith walks by and sits at a table.
Drunk at table: So….what was she like eh?
Mr. Smith: Wel….ugh…lets just say she can't get any older anymore. Ehehehhehehehe….
Suddenly, Mr. Smith's face is smashed into a glass cup, busting it and him open, he falls to the floor.
Mr. Smith: Yuuuu…..Who do YOU think YOU just…..hit.
Thomas: Dirty old man.
Mr. Smith: Ugh….he.
Thomas: You destroyed my family and I'll be damned if I let you disgrace hers.
Mr. Smith: Oh YEAH well WATCH this……hey where she go…..?
Everyone in saloon starts laughing.
Mr. Smith: Hey, you don't LAUGH at THE governor's RIGHT hand.
Drunk across room: Would that be the one you didn't get to use today? Ha!
Everyone laughs.
Mr. Smith: Oh YEAH! Laugh it UP! Hehehe.
Mr. Smith wipes the blood off his face.
Mr. Smith: Oh yeah….hey you, you're gonna….you're gonna….wait….why am I bleeding?
Everyone laughs.
Thomas: God you're so stupid.
Mr. Smith: Oh do YOU think YOU'RE the FIRST….wait a sec did I word that right everyone?
Everyone laughs hard.
Mr. Smith: Oh come ON now!
Everyone still laughs.
Mr. Smith: Laugh it up but listen to this! He he he, when I shot HIS papa point blank, and KILLED him, do you THINK it was ENOUGH? NO! I took his dead corpus…and I hung it from a tree, y'all. Hahahaha, oh oh OH! And then, and then….a year later, I easily extracted his mama, with some cyanide in her soup. He he. They SAY they found her corpus fouled up, her clothing all tainted and ripped, and thought NOTHING of it! But oh, THEY were WRONG, y'all! I gots further with HIS dead MOTHER, than with that living WHORE! He he he!
An enraged Thomas at what he just heard forces him to draw his lasso and he wraps the noose around Smith's neck, and he tugs, forcing Smith down, and begins to kick away at his face, before being stopped by a drunk.
Drunk: Hey hey, rules rules boy….all duels must be taken out to the streets, ya hear.
Suddenly….
McChastely: Yes, Thomas, he is correct, in my colony you will abide even with a government worker….or a drunk one at that. I'll even let you pick the time and weapons of choice, son.
Thomas pulls off the lasso and heads towards outside.
Thomas: Don't keep me waiting.
McChastely: And what about you, my ever so loyal and dumb…and down….and drunk….and dumb…."right hand man?"
Mr. Smith: (as he rises.) Well…I….
Mr. Smith drunkenly falls. Everyone laughs.
Mr. Smith shoots his gun.
Mr. Smith: Is that loud enough for you, boss?
McChastely: As you wish, although, if you lose to him…because he is only using a rope…..you're done anyhow with me….however if you so intend to defeat him, and you do….I will finish you off myself. I don't want to see your face in my colony ever again after this bout. If you try to cheat in the bout my men will kill you, you try to skip town beforehand, my men will kill you, you kill that young man, I will personally kill you myself.
Mr. Smith: Oh…boss…
McChastely: I'm not your boss anymore once you leave this saloon, I am your government official, and I will not allow you to stall Missouri's time in becoming a state. And just to make sure this fight is fair, I order everyone on this block to evacuate, giving you and him nothing but each other.
Government worker: Yes sir, I'll start immediately.
McChastely: Take you time, there's only 3 buildings on this block.
Everyone in the saloon starts evacuating.
McChastely: Rest in peace, Smith. Your years of service are much appreciated.
The scene fades into the same town, except it's empty, with Thomas Halloway standing with his lasso hanging down from his grip. And a drunken Mr. Smith starts making his way to his spot in the duel. The time is 11:58 a.m.
Mr. Smith: You….stole it all from me in minutes!
Mr. Smith swings his hand back next to his holstered revolver as he waits for the noon bell to toll. Thomas just stands still and holsters his lasso. How do you holster a lasso? Anyways. They both stand about 60 feet apart, as they clock finally tolls the noon bell.
Mr. Smith goes for his gun, Thomas does nothing. Smith slowly draws his gun, laughs and shoots Thomas.
Nothing, Thomas just stands as if nothing happened, even though there is a bullets hole in his shirt. Smith shoots again. Nothing. He shoots and shoots and shoots again. Nothing still. He shoots and shoots. Nothing, he pulls the trigger but the last shot was the sixth shot, his gun was empty. He begins the long revolver reload session, that's where Thomas takes out his lasso and starts walking towards him. Mr. Smith looks in disbelief as he reloads, starts to panic a little.
Thomas: Tell me! Was that the face my mother had when she was dying?
Thomas begins spinning his lasso. Smith finishes his reload and shoots again, nothing. Thomas lassos Smith's neck and tightens the noose intensely, choking Smith badly.
Thomas: Or was that it?
Thomas tugs on the rope, pulling Smith down. Thomas whistles for his horse and rides it while dragging a choking lasso'd Smith. Cue Action music. He rides through a town, the people look on in shock what they are seeing as they watch the man who's corrupted their colony for years is being dragged. Thomas rides, and then circles and rides back to the empty block. The scene fades into a shot of Mr. Smith hanging from the ceiling of his saloon room. McChastely just looks at him, smiling as Smith chokes and dangles.
McChastely: I must say this almost makes me feel like that kid is just giving ME the honor here.
McChastely draws his gun and points it at Smith's face.
McChastely: The honor is all mine…..
Governor McChastely shoots his hanging right hand man point blank , which creates a big jerking on the rope and forces it the ceiling to break, causing Smith to fall through the floor and down to the ground level bar, dead.
This flashback ends in the year 1818, one year later, where we see Thomas Halloway and Jasmine Paton getting married.
(The VWF goes to commercial...)
(The VWF returns from commercial...)
(-(-(Sean Edmunds is already in the ring as we come back from commerical.
Joey Styles: Welcome back to Crucifiction.
"Becoming The Bull" by Atreyu begins playing over the loudspeaker.
Joey Styles: Earlier tonight we had Maverick and Edmunds out here during Ebirah and Adam Morrison's match. Now, we have Ebriah joining us as we're about to watch Maverick vs. Edmunds.
Ebriah: And may I...make note...that Morrison was beaten so badly earlier tonight...that he dares not show his face in this arena again! I hope...that after the beating I gave him, that he retires!
P. Lickin: Yeah, Morrison is too pretty boy for me anyway.
Joey Styles: What do you think about this man, Maverick Jones?
Ebriah: He got lucky. Lucky once. He isn't in my league!
Maverick comes out to a positive ovation from the crowd. He suddenly drops to his knees as Sean Edmunds whiffs a clothesline over Maverick's head. Edmunds stumbles and rolls down the ramp after missing his sneak attack.
Joey Styles: Maverick had that scouted!
Ebriah: You see? Edmunds is a chump. He can't even copy me right. I dominated my match because I am....GOD!
P. Lickin: Hail hail!
Maverick rushes down to the ring as Sean Edmunds scrambles out of the way. Maverick gets into the ring to celebrate to the crowd. Miss Karla walks down to ringside to help Edmunds up. Edmunds slides into the ring and the referee rings the bell, they lock up and begin some chain wrestling.
Joey Styles: Sean Edmunds and Maverick Jones have similar styles of wrestling and have been in the ring against each other a few times before.
Ebriah: Come King of the Ring, both of them will be leaving on stretchers and you will have a reign of darkness in the VWF!
Maverick gains the upper hand, dumping Edmunds over the top rope! Edmunds skins the cat, and when Maverick runs over to knock him off lifts him up and over to the outside! Edmunds hops down and throws Maverick into the crowd barrier. In complete control he has has Miss Karla bring him over a bottle of water. The referee begins the count.
Joey Styles: Sean Edmunds is taking the fight to the street, but he needs to be wary about the count.
Edmunds grabs Maverick and slams his head on the ring apron. Edmunds rolls in and out to reset the count. He grabs Maverick and brings him over to the announce table where he slams his head on that. Edmunds taunts Ebriah. He turns around to Maverick grabbing him and slaming his head on the mat. Maverick then whips Edmunds at the announcer table. Edmunds flies over the top and right into Ebriah and P. Lickin!
Joey Styles: Whoa..my God...hey..ho-
Edmunds gets back up and slides into the ring. Maverick meets him with some kicks, gets behind him, and drops him with an Inverted Backbreaker! Edmunds stumbles around pulls himself up and is hit with a flying crossbody! Maverick goes for the pin but kick out at two. Maverick claps for the crowd as they begin to cheer loud. Ebriah on the outside tries to get into the ring drawing the ire of the referee. Edmunds is pulling himself up as Maverick measures him. Suddenly Miss Karla slides into the ring! Maverick goes for his knee strike, but flops onto the mat to avoid hitting her!
Joey Styles: What the hell is this?
P. Lickin: Intelligence. That's why Edmunds brings the lovely Miss Karla to ringside.
Joey Styles: So she can fight for him?
Maverick chases Miss Karla from the ring. He turns around and is drilled by Brass Knuckles that Miss karla must have slipped Edmunds! The referee ejects Ebriah and turns around just in time to count the pin.
Announcer: Here is your winner, Sean Edmunds!
Ebriah comes back and slides into the ring. Edmunds catiously looks at him. Ebriah stares at Edmunds, and then begins stomping on Maverick! Edmunds comes over and joins in on the beatdown!
Joey Styles: Come on! This has got to stop!
P. Lickin: This is smart. Adam Morrison is out of the equation, now they are going to take out Maverick! Increase their odds of winning at King of the Ring!
Edmunds picks up Maverick and tosses him in the corner. He issues orders to Ebriah to do something. Ebriah takes exception to being ordered and once again they get in each other's face. They start pushing and shoving, and Maverick suddenly explodes out of the corner with a shoulder block, knocking Ebriah to the ground! Maverick then tosses Edmunds over the top rope and he crashes to the ground! Ebriah rolls under the bottom rope before he could face any retailiation. Maverick's music plays over the loudspeaker as Edmunds and Ebriah retreat up the ramp.
Joey Styles: Ebriah and Edmunds couldn't work together to take out Maverick, and he's still standing! One thing is for sure, this is not over!
)-)-)
"Takeover" by Jay-Z hits the PA system. The crowd reacts with boos in anticipation of King Reign…and he does not disappoint. He walks out with a mic in hand, and strolls to the ring.
KING REIGN: Ladies and Gentlemen of Chicago…
The crowd raises the level of boos.
KING REIGN: Now that I spoke to only about two of you…Ingrates and whores, lend me your ears.
P. Lickin: Joey, I didn't know your mom was in attendance? I heard she likes black guys, too.
Joey Styles: Shut up P!!
KING REIGN: I would like to take this time to tell you guys exactly, WHY…I put a restraining order on Karma and Shaq's love child. You see, when I joined the VWF I came out here and attacked Black Death with a chair…he was pissed and got his little group of cronies to attack me in return. I took it like a man because I just knew that he was gonna come face me, man to man in the ring and show me what a mistake I made.
The crowd cheers thinking about King Reign being beat up by Black Death.
KING REIGN: Well…that didn't happen. His brother was sent to teach me a lesson, and needless to say, that's what put me on the winning streak I'm on now. THEN…his brother was put in a Money in the Bank match with me, not Black Death…his brother. Again, needless to say, I had a title opportunity whenever management saw fit. Then something weird happened…I was sitting backstage and realized I would be a better Champion than some guy named Mr. Enigma, fast forward a week or two, and OUILA…I'm the United States Champion.
The crowd gets back to booing and throwing debris toward the black Goliath.
KING REIGN: Now…Black Death never showed his face in the VWF, we were slated to face each other in an inter fed promotion, and coincidentally, the show folded. I still had pent up frustration, so I took it out on his little half breed daughter. WHOOSH!! The fire was lit. I finally got the rise I was looking for out of him…trouble is. I'm a Champion, and my time is valuable. Black Death doesn't have the same going for him and he's gonna have to wait his turn noe. Then…I turn on the television and my virgin ears heard fucking profanity, and more importantly, I heard threats on my life.
King motions an arm up to the Vikingtron and the screen flickers to life.
Black Death: I will be at the King of the Ring … but this week, I am going to get my hands on King Reign. He will not have to worry about Dan Ryan when I am done with him… He may not even make it to the PPV after I am done with him. He wanted to make this personal, will he done a damn good job. I am mad, I am angry and I do not have an off switch. Phoenix dies first, sorry but he in my way and then I will focus my attention on the man that hurt my little girl… I will rip his legs off and which him crawl way from me screaming in pain for me to stop. Then I will slowly rip his arms off one at a time. After that I will beat him to death with his own arms. Ground his body to fine powder and spread it to the four winds … you understand me … He a dead man. The minute he touch her was the minute his life ended!!! HE FINISHED FOR ALL TIME!!!!...
KING REIGN: Now, I know that was a little hard to decipher, and it makes it tough for blacks to be taken serious when they speech like that…but to summarize. The man wants me dead…like no breathing. He wants to choke me, like I'm his chicken; and Lisa in on the rag. Imagine…a world with NO KING REIGN!!
The crowd cheers again and that draws a smile from King Reign.
KING REIGN: Well it ain't happening!! If Black Death wants to get a piece of me, he's gonna have to stand in line. You here that, James? Take a fucking number. That's right. Unless you have a sanctioned match against me, you can't come anywhere near the ring that I occupy. 25 feet wasn't far enough, I figured I could still smell your breath so I went for the whole shebang…you'll be arrested on sight…until I AGREE to face you.
The crowd boos louder at the arrogance of King.
KING REIGN: Being a Champion has its benefits…
King drops the mic and walks up the ramp.
P. Lickin': I can't believe Black Death threatened his life?
Joey Styles: King Reign hurt his child, P! His daughter!
P. Lickin': Eh…
Joey Styles: Well King might not have thought about the King of the Ring tournament. They could get a match up in the later rounds!
(The VWF goes to commercial...)
(The VWF returns from commercial...)
(-(-(Johnny Aggression walks out from behind the curtain. The fans start to cheer as Johnny walks down to ringside. Johnny goes up the stairs and through the ropes. Johnny Aggression stands in the middle of the ring and raises his arm in the air as sparks come down from the ceiling.
JOEY STYLES: Aggression looks really focused tonight. Can he take advantage of this second chance, or will the Reverend get a shot?
The lights in the arena go dim as the opening chords to Paint It, Black begins to play throughout the arena. Crazy makes his out as the only light in the arena is a spotlight that follows him to the ring. Crazy solemnly makes his way down to the ring, then climbs to the second turnbuckle and closes his eyes and raises his fists into the air.
The bell rings, and the two men lock up. The match moves quickly as Aggression maintains the upper hand and momentum throughout the entire thing. Wearing Rev down at every turn and never giving him an opening, Aggression finally ends it with The Snap Shot, making a pin and obtaining a 1...2...3! The bell rings only ten minuets after the match begins.
Joey Styles: Johnny Aggression moves onto King of the Ring, in his second chance match! I don't know WHERE the Reverend's head was tonight but it was NOT in the ring, that's for sure!
Suddenly, "Tear Away" plays over the PA as TD Alexander comes out onto the stage. He and Aggression stare each other down as we cut to commercial.
)-)-)
Normal Match - KOTR Qualifier
Black Death is in his dressing room talking on a cell phone when Lorie Mcwiggletits comes walking with her camera crew and microphone. You can catch the tail end of the conversation that he is having on the phone.
Black Death: …I know just handle it … that why I pay you the big bucks ok … ASAP…yeah you have a good night too.
Black Death hangs up the cell phone and looks at Lorie with an annoyed look on his face.
Black Death: Yes, Mcwiggletits … what do you need.
Mcwiggletits: I wanted to get your reaction to King Reign's actions?
Black Death : All he done is prolonged his death ,… all he has done is made it's a little bit harder for me to get to him , made me have to work harder to get to him , but I will get to him. Yeah he wants to play the legal game … fine I can play that game too. But in the end I am still going to get him for what he has done … this just means I cannot hit him head on… I have to come at him from another angle … but King of the Ring is near and I am going to be there and he going to be there... you never know what's going to happen. I will make him pay, it know just a manner of payback coming to him later more than sooner.
I have answered your question, now please leave …
Lorie backs away but it is too slow for Black Death's sake.
Black Death: NOW!
Lora and the crew are out the door and Black Death dials another number on his cell phone.
(The VWF goes to commercial...)
(The VWF returns from commercial...)
**--After a commercial break, Crucifiction returns with the camera panning around the fans before settling on the inside of the ring. Inside the ring, the mat looks like the red carpet and on top of the red carpet is a table with a leather computer chair sitting on each side.--**
Styles: With the looks of things ladies and gentlemen, we've reached the time for the contract signing for the match between the challenger, former two time VWF World Heavyweight Champion Jonny Cedrone and the reigning VWF World Heavyweight Champion Dan Ryan! Now P, this is the first meeting that the two have had since the night that Dan Ryan sent Jonny Cedrone to the hospital and a month or two on the shelf when he severely injured Jonny's neck.
P: Yeah and Cedrone deserved everything he got that night. And let me just say this, yeah I might find it sick each and every time I hear somebody confess their love and their respect for Jonny Cedrone and Dan Ryan is no different. It makes me sick to my stomach each time I hear him say how much he respects that piece of crap Cedrone! But despite that, Dan Ryan still has that destructive, that brutal mentality that I love, that will keep that VWF World Championship around his waist for a long, long time to come Joey, so you better learn to love it.
**--Throughout the conversation between the two commentators, the camera cuts to the entrance ramp where now "Broken, Beat and Scarred" blares over the pa system sending the fans into a frenzy like never seen before.--**
Styles: And here we go!
P: Yeah, here we go.
**--After just a brief moment, Jonny Cedrone, dressed in a pair of jeans, black boots and a white t-shirt, comes walking through the curtains. He stands at the top of the ramp, looking out at the fans with his hands on his hips with a grin on his face. An explosion of pyro shoots off behind him, Cedrone points back towards it and says "That's the first of many to come tonight baby!" and continues his way towards the ring. After slapping the outstretched hands of the fans along the way, he ascends the steel steps, walks the apron, wipes his feet and enters through the ropes into the ring. Once inside he climbs each turnbuckle to play to the fans some more before turning his focus to the table where the contract is lying. After a moment, Cedrone's theme song stops playing but the fans are still going crazy, but it all changes when "Zero" by the Smashing Pumpkins starts playing over the pa system.--**
**--The World Champion steps out onto the stage, and a loud mix of boos and cheers erupt from the crowd. Ryan stands at the top of the ramp for a moment, pyro flashing behind him, peering toward the ring through dark sunglasses. Ryan keeps his gaze on the ring, the World Title belt around his waist, then cracks his neck once to each side and begins down the ramp. Ryan approaches the apron and climbs up, ducking through the ropes and into the ring. He climbs one turnbuckle and just stares into the crowd to another loud reaction. He turns his head, peering down at Cedrone and hops to the mat. Ryan approaches Cedrone, but keeps a comfortable distance, and gestures for Cedrone to go ahead.--**
**--Cedrone picks up his microphone as the fans begin to cheer--**
Cedrone: "Ya know, the last time you and I were in this ring Dan, I was being carted off on a stretcher to the nearest hospital because of a severely injured neck."
**--Boos--**
Cedrone: "And believe it or not, I don't even hold it against you."
Styles: What?!
Cedrone: "I know, just as well as anyone else in this sport that you were only doing what you had to do 'to get the job done.' Sure that mighta took some chair shots, it coulda took suplex after suplex after suplex, and it took a lot more Burning Hammers than you're used to using in a match to get the win, but at the end of the night, you did what you set out to do…you finally put Jonny Cedrone down for the three count."
**--Boos--**
Cedrone: "But while I was in the hospital, or at home licking my wounds, I had some time on my hands to do some thinking. I thought, and I wondered to myself. I said, 'Self, if you were in Dan Ryan's shoes, would you do what he did to get the win? Can you honestly sit here and tell yourself that you wouldn't do what he did to get win over him?!' And the answer that I came up with might come to you or anyone else as a shocker. In my heart of hearts, I fully believe that I would've done what you did to get the win over you. Now, would I put you on the shelf? No, not intentionally. Do I think that you did it to me intentionally? To this day, I still have my speculations."
"But I said all that to say this, I might not hold what you did against you, but I do hold something against you Dan. The fact that you kept me out of action for so long that I missed being able to represent the VWF in Supremacy and above all else, the fact that you kept me away from that right there!"
**--As he points at the VWF World Championship--**
Cedrone: "It's been said time and time again Dan, the Title doesn't make the man, the man makes the Title! Now contrary to popular belief, I don't go out of my way to toot my own horn, but I'll put it this way…fans, not just my fans but wrestling fans in general have come up to me on the streets, in the stores, wherever…and they've told me that there has been no other World Champion like me."
**--Pop--**
Cedrone: "Constantly I hear the same thing over and over again, that my second Championship reign was one of, if not the most meaningful Championship reign in VWF history."
**--Pop--**
Cedrone: "Now I don't know how true that is, all I know is that my life hasn't been complete since I lost it to Scotty at the Royal Rumble and I will stop at nothing to get it back around my waist where it belongs!"
**--Pop--**
Cedrone: "Oh! Before I forget, I heard what you had to say earlier while you were in your gym. How you said, 'until I get better, it's just you and King Reign,' well Dan…I've never felt better…"
**--Pop--**
Cedrone: "…And no I haven't folded up like some 'bitch!'"
**--A huge pop from the fans--**
Styles: Wow! Some meaningful words from the former and possible future VWF World Champion, Jonny Cedrone!
P: Yeah, yeah.
**--Cedrone lets the microphone hang down by his side and Ryan smirks, then raises his own.--**
Dan Ryan: Good.... good. Still have some fight in you. I'm glad to see it. I'm really really glad, Jonny. Let me tell you something. It's not quite as easy as you think it is. It's not just a matter of... 'I've never felt better.' Everyone says that. Everyone thinks they're good to go. Truth be told, the reason you ended up in the hospital in the first place was because with every blow in our match, you thought you were alright... you that you were able to fight on... you... never felt better. That's pride, Jonny, and pride has a way of jumping up and biting you in the ass.
P: Damn right..
Ryan: The truth is, Jonny... it was only a matter of time before something like that happened to you. The kind of man I am.... hey, speculation on whether I hurt you on purpose or not is a waste of time. It would be more accurate to say I didn't mind hurting you. I didn't set out to do it, but I didn't feel badly for it. I'm a man, Jonny Cedrone. A man handles his business, looks another man in the eye and does what he has to do. I don't believe in mercy. If you were merciful to me, I'd take it as an insult. I'd rather you left me for dead. That's how I see the world, and that's how I treated you. I treated you like a man...
Styles: Interesting...
Ryan: Now, don't sell yourself short. If you've been questioning yourself and whether you would've done the same, I'll answer that for you. On the night in question... no, I don't think you would have. As far as I'm concerned, you were so wrapped up in 'Jonny Cedrone - hero'.... that you would have put this antequated notion of honor ahead of a victory. You and I both know that. And you know what? That's just fine. I don't need you to be just like me to have respect for you.
**POP**
Ryan: The truth is... there's a big difference between a man like you... and a sniveling weasel like Scott Dibiase. The difference is, you... like me... tell it like it is. You made it clear you had a set of values and you wouldn't go outside those parameters, because to do so would sell yourself out for a fraud. So as I stand here today, let me tell you... don't do that. Don't be something you're not. You were a two time World Champion being who you are... and when it comes down to it, there's no one way to make it happen.
**POP**
Ryan: Now, having said that... I am what I am, Cedrone. I am brutal, ruthless, cunning... I work on your psychologically and physically. I overpower you and wrestle you hold for hold. I'm relentless, and I do NOT give up. This match.... this match is for more than the World Championship. This match is for more than retribution. This match is a RECKONING. This company... it's gone soft. Two supposed top level talents have whined their ways out of their contracts. Kamikaze finds a new crew to lick his ball sack and you never hear from him again. Scott DiBiase loses his smile and it's off to the races. So... what this match is.... Jonny Cedrone vs. Dan Ryan... for the gold.... for your pride... for your honor... it's about finding out what the pinnacle of professional wrestling can be. You can't fake this. You can't say... I'm a good guy, I'm a bad guy... you don't pigeonhole men like us. We dare to be great and we drag this company back up to the top with us, or we go down in flames trying.
**huge pop**
Ryan: I'll put it like this.... for probably the first time in history... this is gonna be a contract signing without anyone flipping a table and attacking anyone....
**--Ryan pulls a pen out and leans over the table to sign.--**
Ryan: So... let me be the first to put my name on the dotted line....... There.
**--The fans erupt with some cheers after Dan signs the contract. Cedrone and Ryan just kinda stare each other down for a moment--**
P: I have to say Styles, this is some intense stuff!
Styles: These two behemoths, without a shadow of a doubt, each time they go out to that ring, lay everything they have out on the line. Every drop of sweat, every ounce of blood, every shred of pride, honor and dignity is left out in that ring each time these two men stand across the ring from one another. This epic encounter will be no different!
**--Cedrone picks up the pen that Dan had kinda plopped on top of the contract, flips it to the page he needs to sign and signs on the dotted line. The fans erupt, nearly blowing the roof off the place.--**
Styles: It's official ladies and gentlemen! Dan Ryan defends the VWF World Heavyweight Championship against Jonny Cedrone on the second night of this year's King of the Ring pay per view!
**--Cedrone stands up where Dan Ryan already is and extends his hand for a handshake, while holding his mic in the other. Ryan reaches out and accepts. After a brief handshake, Dan Ryan goes to relinquish the hold but Cedrone doesn't. Ryan, with his grin, looks into Cedrone's eyes as Cedrone looks into his. Jonny brings his mic up…--**
Cedrone: "Just wanted to say…good luck…and may the best man win."
JOEY STYLES: What an amazing moment, folks. When we come back, our double main event begins with Scott DiBiase in his final match in the VWF, defending his Intercontinental Championship against Jonny Cedrone!
(The VWF goes to commercial...)
(The VWF returns from commercial...)
(-(-(Coming back from commercial, Scott and Jonny are standing in separate corners of the ring.
Announcer: "Ladies and gentlemen. This match is schedualed for one fall. It has a strict thirty minute time limit and is for the Intercontinental Championship!
Cedrone and DiBiase circle each other. They tie up. Cedrone with a his DiBiase with a punch to the face. Cedrone follows it up with another one staggering DiBiase to the ropes. He then sends DiBiase to the opposite ropes, DiBiase makes a return Cedrone attempting a clothesline but he ducks it. DiBiase hits the opposite ropes and returns and catches Cedrone from behind with a bulldog taking him down to the mat.
Joey Styles: "A great start to DiBiase's final, match. This is a thirty minute time limit match for the Intercontinental Championship."
DiBiase quickly climbs to his feet picking Cedrone up. He hammers Cedrone with a trio of forearm shots before kicking him in the midsection. DiBiase sets him up in a front face-lock but Cedrone rolls out of it. Cedrone then grabs DiBiase's head and attempts a belly to belly suplex but DiBiase pushes him off. He turns again as DiBiase attempts his own clothesline that Cedrone dodges. Cedrone grabs DiBiase from behind and hits his with a double knee back-breaker dropping his to the mat. Cedrone rises to his feet picking DiBiase back up. Cedrone hammers him with a couple of forearm smashes before kicking him in the midsection doubling him over. Cedrone hammers DiBiase in the back but DiBiase spins around nails Cedrone in the gut. The two men fall apart, after a moment each regains his breath and they charge taking one another out with a double clothesline.
Joey Styles: "And down they go! These two are having a great show of it. Win or lose DiBiase is leaving our company with a BANG!"
DiBiase regains his feet first as he climbs to his feet, he picks Cedrone back up. DiBiase hammers Cedrone with a flurry of forearm smashes. He attempts a neck-breaker but Cedrone fights out of it. Cedrone hits DiBiase with an elbow smash to the back of the head and attempts a reverse DDT but DiBiase spins out of it. DiBiase connects with a running knee that staggers Cedrone. DiBiase charges towards but Cedrone recovers in time to catch him with a flapjack sending DiBiase down face first. He then grabs DiBiase up who quickly rose back to wobbly legs. Cedrone fires a forearm shot on DiBiase's face. He dodges it out, and takes DiBiase down, with a swift tackle. He rolls on past the downed Scott and stands again raising his hands to the crowd, playing them up.
Joey Styles: "They love him, they really love him! These two are having way too much fun or at least Jonny is!"
He turns around looking for DiBiase who is already stalking him. DiBiase charges, Cedrone dodges, but this was clearely DiBiase's plan as he stops short and spins around behind Cedrone, hooking arms around his waist and slams him down with a German suplex. He scrambles on top of Cedrone and covers him for the pin.
1..2KICKOUT!
Joey Styles: "The first pin attempts of the match at ten minutes in, but Jonny Cedrone kicked out."
Getting to his feet, Cedrone grabs his opponent attempts to slam DiBiase down but he fights out of it. DiBiase then turns and knees Cedrone in the midsection. He kicks Cedrone in the chest. He then grabs Cedrone and throws him into the corner. He charged and nails Cedrone in the gut with a shoulder before pulling him out and throwing him to the opposite corner. DiBiase runs after him, and leaping, hits him with a double knee in the lower back. Jonny arcs back and falls over to the mat. He rolls on the floor clutching his back as DiBiase climbs to his feet. DiBiase grabs Cedrone and picks him up. DiBiase hammers Cedrone with a couple of forearms then pulls Cedrone's arm and attempts to Irish whip him back into the ropes again but Cedrone reverses it and he send DiBiase to it instead. The impact made DiBiase bounce back as Cedrone jumps up and hits his with a dropkick to the back making him collide with the mat.
Joey Styles: "The build between these two is insane! First one has the momentum then the other. Neither can keep an upper hand for long! I can't tear my eyes away!"
With DiBiase down, Cedrone picks him up and dishes out a couple of left and rights before hitting him with a DDT. Cedrone then crosses over to DiBiase. He picks him back up to his feet, and hits him with a forearm smash. DiBiase staggers but he manages to recover. He grabs Cedrone's head and drops him with a knee to the face. Cedrone shakes the cobwebs off and nails DiBiase with a throat thrust, bringing him down to his knees. DiBiase is coughing on the floor trying to recover from the throat thrust as Cedrone backs up and eyes him. Cedrone then charges towards him attempting a running knee to his back. CONNECTION! Scott falls to his stomach. Cedrone rolls him and hooks the leg for a pin.
Joey Styles: "Will Cedrone win this match, and DiBiase's title! This could be it!"
1..2..KICKOUT!
Joey Styles: "DiBiase kicked out and this match is still anybody's game with only ten minutes to go!"
We can see the good natured frustration in Cedrone's eyes. He slowly rises to his feet and stalks DiBiase urging him to get back to his feet. DiBiase finally manages to rise to his feet and the two face off in the ring, before finally locking up. Tied up, the two tried to each gain the upper hand, but to no avail. They break apart, while remaining within reach of one another. Cedrone fires the first shot hitting DiBiase with a punch. DiBiase fires a forearm to Cedrone. Cedrone punches DiBiase again. DiBiase hammers Cedrone with a forearm. Cedrone grabs DiBiase's head and headbutts him, smashing their foreheads into one another. This staggers DiBiase giving Cedrone enough opening to take him down with a a knee to to the gut and a sidewalk slam.
Joey Styles: "This match is so close and Cedrone's keeping the momentum! There's only FIVE minutes left! Can he do it!?
DiBiase rolls away before Cedrone can hit an elbow drop, leaving him to meet the mat. DiBiase sees his opening and hits Cedrone with his own elbow drop. Picking him up he launches Cedrone into the corner, charges, and smashes into him with a lariat. Cedrone slides down in the corner. DiBiase brings him back up to his feet, and turning him, changes places. Slowly but surely he starts to climb the corner, along with Cedrone. This takes longer than it expected, since he had to subdue Cedrone a couple of times before gaining the top. It's clear now, DiBiase is planning the Pepsi Plunge. Cedrone fights against DiBiase once more, and the two exchange blows on the top rope, and DiBiase is nearly knocked backwards off the top to the concrete floor below. But he regains his balance, and slams his fist into the side of Cedrone's head. Taking advantage of the temporary stun to Cedrone, DiBiase hooks his opponent's arms and leaps. The Pepsi Plunge connects, and Scott rolls Jonny going for the cover. Just before Cedrone is on his back the bell rings, and Scott sits upright looking at the announcer table.
Announcer: "Ladies and gentlemen, the thirty minute time limit has been reached. This match is a draw!"
Joey Styles: "Scott retains his championship because of a draw!"
Scott's music hits the sound system as the ref awards him, the Intercontinental belt. He shakes Jonny's hand in appreciation, then moves to the side to call for a mic. One is handed up to him, and he calls for his music to be cut.
Scott: "Cut it, please. Jonny, I want to thank you for tonight. I enjoyed this and will stay with me forever. Thanks, man!"
The crowd goes wild and he waits for them to mellow out once more.
Scott: "Be that as it may, I cannot, in good conscious, leave and vacate the Intercontinental Championship. It's just not right. It deserves something better than a cliché. It deserves a champion who will hold it and defend it with all he has. Jonny, that champion is you. I hereby relinquish the Intercontinental championship into your custody. Keep it well, and keep it safe from the unworthy!"
Scott holds out the belt to Cedrone who slightly taken aback stares at it. He looks from Scott to the belt and back again. After a long moment, it seems as though Jonny isn't going to accept it. Then all in one motion, he takes the belt from Scott and pull him in for a hug as we cut to commercial.)-)-)
Normal Match - Intercontinental Championship
(The VWF goes to commercial...)
(The VWF returns from commercial...)
(-(-(JOEY STYLES: Welcome back to Crucifiction, folks. Joey Styles here along with P. Lickin, and we're about to watch two giants collide in that ring as "The Ego Buster" Dan Ryan takes on King Reign. It's a battle between two members of CWC Supremacy's Team VWF as the World Champion takes on the United States Champion…and that match is RIGHT NOW!
"Takeover" by Jay-Z plays as King Reign parts the curtain with a ducked head. He comes out and stands at the top of the ramp, surveying the ring. He throws his two massive peace signs in the air and pyros V up on both sides him on the ramp. He nods his head and stares with bad intentions at the ring. He walks down to the ring…bringing the fear to real life.
P. LICKIN: There goes one bad mother…
JOEY STYLES: P!
P. LICKIN: What? I'm just talkin' about King Reign.
JOEY STYLES: I can dig it.
P. LICKIN: …I'm gonna pretend we didn't have this discussion.
(CUT TO: 'Ego Buster' flashes across the screen in rapid contrasting black and white. CUT TO: Dan Ryan gorilla presses Kevin Powers from inside the ring to the floor below. CUT TO: The word "YOU" flashes on the screen. CUT TO: Dan Ryan throws 'Living Legend' Mark Windham from the second level of Key Arena down to the first level. CUT TO: the word "ARE". CUT TO: Dan Ryan clotheslines 'Cocky' Craig Miles, nearly taking his head off. CUT TO: the word "BUSTED" CUT TO: rapid shots of Dan Ryan pulverizing opponents with the Humility Bomb, a last ride power bomb landing high angle on the neck.)
Ryan walks down to ringside as pyro erupts along the ramp beside him. He rolls under the bottom rope and climbs a corner turnbuckle and simply glares through the sunglasses into the crowd.
JOEY STYLES: The World Champion looks pumped after his contract signing with Jonny Cedrone.
P. LICKIN: To think, it ended WITHOUT the table flipping over for once.
JOEY STYLES: Indeed. Dan Ryan is a man on a mission tonight…but so is King Reign!
The bell rings as Ryan and Reign lock up. Ryan immediately whips Reign against the ropes, going for a shoulderblock…but Reign doesn't even get wobbled by it! Ryan can't help but smirk, nodding his head in acknowledgement of Reign's large frame. The two men lock up again, and this time Ryan puts Reign in a headlock. Reign struggles for just a moment before countering, shoving Ryan into the corner to break the hold. Ryan and Reign begin exchanging right hands, until Ryan gets the upper hand with repeated strikes to Reign's head. He grabs Reign by the head, looking for a suplex…but as large as Reign is, that proves most difficult.
JOEY STYLES: And that folks is a story in itself…can Dan Ryan lift King Reign off his feet?
Reign blocks the suplex, whipping Ryan against the ropes. He goes for a clothesline, but Ryan ducks under…and on the rebound, hits a chop block on Reign's leg, bringing him to a knee! The crowd is starting to get behind the World Champion now as he delivers some hard kicks to a now hurting Reign…but the US Champion is still not down! Ryan shakes his head before picking Reign up…and Reign responds with a hard right that knocks Ryan off HIS feet! The crowd boos the US Champion, much to his delight as he picks up the World Champion. He whips Ryan into the corner, running right into him with a huge Avalanche!
JOEY STYLES: And now the United States Champion is in full control!
P. LICKIN: It's almost a shock, except he's just so…big.
JOEY STYLES: I'll bet that's not something you hear a lot, P.
P. LICKIN: …bitch, my dick is HUGE thank you very much! Don't let some other company's fan signs lie to you.
JOEY STYLES: …
Reign picks up the World Champion with relative ease, slamming him hard into the canvas before going for the cover: 1, 2…no! Dan Ryan kicks out, much to the chagrin of Reign. Reign picks Ryan up again, but this time Ryan counters with a sudden DDT from out of nowhere! The crowd roars in approval as Ryan gets up.
JOEY STYLES: King Reign has finally come off his feet! It looks like the tide has changed on this match.
Ryan goes to work on the United States Champion, laying into the big man with repeated lefts and rights before the knee he hit earlier. He kicks the knee several times before calling for a figure four leglock!
JOEY STYLES: Could Dan Ryan get the big man to tap out?
Reign winces in pain, slowly crawling towards the bottom rope. He manages to grab it, forcing Ryan to break the hold. Reign gets to his feet, favoring his knee as he slaps a huge chop on Ryan's chest. He follows with a couple more before whipping Ryan against the ropes, hitting a clothesline on the rebound. He picks up the World Champion again, this time hitting a hard Alabama slam! The crowd is raining boos down on Reign as he calls for the end.
JOEY STYLES: It looks like the World Champion is in a bad place now, P!
P. LICKIN: It's all over for the Ego Buster! All hail King Reign!
Reign grabs the leg of Ryan, lifting him up for the End of Days…but Ryan breaks out, landing a crossbody on the United States Champ! The ref goes for the count: 1, 2…NO! King Reign manages to kick out, and the crowd is absolutely electric now. Reign and Ryan are slow to get up as the ref begins to count: 1, 2…Ryan is stirring much more quickly now…3…Reign is starting to build a vertical base again…4, 5…Ryan gets to a knee as Reign starts to get back on his feet…6, 7…Reign is back on his feet, followed shortly by Ryan. They exchange lefts and rights again, trying to find an advantage at this stage of the match. Reign starts to get an edge, but slips up causing him to fall right into a belly to belly slam by Ryan!
JOEY STYLES: It's not quite a full belly to belly suplex because of Reign's massive frame, but it'll do!
It's now Ryan's turn to look for an opening as he picks Reign up. He sets Reign up for the Humility Bomb, but looks to be having some trouble getting the big man off the ground. After a moment he finally manages to get Reign up enough to land a snap powerbomb instead. He goes for the cover: 1, 2, thr--NO! King Reign once again kicks out! Ryan is just shaking his head as he gets back up.
JOEY STYLES: What can Dan Ryan do to put King Reign away?
P. LICKIN: Not a DAMN thing, that's what!
Reign gets to his feet, only for Ryan to pick him up with another belly to belly slam…but this time, Reign counters with a surprise hip toss of sorts that takes the World Champion down! Reign is all smiles as he looks to finish Ryan off…until Johnny Saint comes running down the ramp!
P. LICKIN: Great, what's HE doing here!?
JOEY STYLES: Perhaps the restraining order King Reign put on Black Death didn't apply to the whole Wallace family? Johnny Saint looks furious!
King Reign turns around, taunting Saint to come down to his ring…but Saint stops, suddenly smiling as Ryan surprises Reign with a German suplex from behind! Ryan lets go before changing position, once again trying to lift Reign. This time, he manages to get Reign up high enough to deliver much more of an impact with a Humility Bomb! Ryan looks a bit exhausted as he goes for the cover, the crowd counting along with the ref: 1…2…kick out by Reign! The crowd just can't believe it, and neither can Johnny Saint! Ryan goes for another Humility Bomb, but Reign counters into another Revelation! Reign turns to Saint, pointing to him and yelling "I hope your brother's watching!" before he lifts Ryan up for the End of Days…this time connecting! The crowd is in absolute shock as Reign makes the immediate cover: 1…2…3!
JOEY STYLES: OH MY GOD!
P. LICKIN: See, I told you he'd…wait, he really DID win! Holy shit!
JOEY STYLES: On the last Crucifiction before King of the Ring, the World Champion has just been pinned by the United States Champion. If Reign wins the King of the Ring tournament, could we see this happening again with the World Title on the line?
The crowd heat is HUGE for Reign as the ref raises his hand in victory. He stares at Saint with a smile as we fade to black...
)-)-)
EASTERN EUROPE
We see a female in her late 60's maybe in a moderate home, sitting in a chair reading, when she suddenly gets distracted.
Woman: …..Oh my, how long has it been?
Caretaker then appears in a sun ray.
Woman: 40 years…..?
Caretaker: 41.
The woman is shocked at Caretaker's old voice and his old appearance.
Woman: I see age is finally catching up to you, great nephew of mine. I suppose that is why you've sought me out now of all times.
Caretaker: I already know the cause Aunt Emilia.
Emilia: I see. I've long since retired from this profession anyways, my lab is only good for spiders and mold now.
Caretaker: But it's still usable. I need you to look my Aura closer than before.
Emilia: Asking out of morbid curiosity…..why?
Caretaker: It's grown greatly, and instead of making my power more intense it's........
Emilia: Are you certain it's the Aura that is the cause of this Thomas?
Caretaker: My immunity is wearing out, something is killing it and the symptoms occur only during the swelling of the Aura. It will kill me, Emilia, and I am more than welcoming, but I need to know specifically how long I have and furthermore if it's contagious.
Emilia: And you want this old lady to do all that?
Caretaker: I'm over 200 years old, you're young enough.
Emilia: Of course, what else would it be….
Caretaker: And I also came to say good-bye.
Emilia: ……You're serious about this aren't you?
Caretaker: Why wouldn't I be? I can barely walk and I suffer fatigue when I travel through light. I was unconscious 2 weeks ago, I go into this fumed rage because I can no longer control when my body can absorb the energy of light, I am coughing and losing what dried stalled blood flow I have left in me before all this happened 200 years ago, if my attitude represented any sincerity it is now!
Emilia: Well then, come on down, you should feel right home down there.
Emilia leads Caretaker to a sealed door and unlocks it, leading underground, she turns on the lights, some of them burn out immediately, others are barely dim.
Emilia: Well have to scan your entire body Thomas, therefore well have to use this PET scanner, usually used to detect cancer. It's a first generation model, I wouldn't expect any miracles out of it. The Portable Emission Tomography scanner uses a three dimensional image to direct the processes within the body. I hope you're claustrophobic.
Caretaker: No.
Emilia: We don't know exactly how deep or visible the Aura is by now, so……
Caretaker: ………
Emilia: Thomas….take off your clothes.
Caretaker: ……….
Emilia: ……….
Caretaker: …………
Emilia: Thomas, what is it? What's the matter? Hurry up.
Caretaker sighs, as the scene blacks and returns with a very shocked and disgusted and look of sadness on Emilia's face as tears run down her face….
Emilia: Oh…..my…..go….Thomas….(cries)
*cue emotional music*
The camera goes to Caretaker who stands naked, his skin is rotting and deteriorating, showing some muscle tissue and in some places even bone. Emilia continues to cry until she eventually vomits.
Caretaker: Come on now Emilia.
Emilia: I'm sorry, it just never gets any easier obviously.
Caretaker enters the PET as Emilia boots up the servers and establishes a connection. The cameras shifts to an FPV of Caretaker as he lays inside the PET as Emilia talks to him through it.
Emilia: Thomas, tell me exactly all that you know about your Aura.
Caretaker: You mean besides it being my power source?
Emilia: Besides that. The conversation I'm sure will make this process go by quicker, just make sure you don't move your head, otherwise the sensors can not accurately pick up your nuero data. The Aura is like an internal tick, it takes the energy and life force of its host until the host eventually perishes after 2-3 days and moves on.
Caretaker: But I've had it for over 200 years….
Emilia: There's no telling what the consequence will be once you die and it moves on…..
2 HOURS LATER
Emilia puts an image of Caretaker's scanned body, one of his head, chest, legs.
Emilia: Thomas, these images show great deterioration of your organs, your lungs are ceasing greatly at the moment, which is why you're continuously having your coughing sessions, and your central nerve system is being stroked more and more each day, provoking random seizures, and it will only get worse the more your Aura eats away inside you. It has obviously taken a great toll on your intestines.
Caretaker: Yeah, I can't eat anything without it reacquainting me afterwards anymore.
Emilia: It's making you lose weight dramatically. At the this stage, a normal human would not last 5 seconds, no time to even think about what is happening, to comprehend how much the pain is restraining them from enjoying life. Your Aura has lived in you for so long it has bypassed your immunity and learned its weakness, and is slowly decapitating it while at the same time deforming you, turning your body inside out.
Caretaker: My aging, it is related to this.
Emilia: I highly doubt your Aura is the cause your immediate aging.
Caretaker: Why?
Emilia: A body's age isn't a disease, Thomas. It's a natural state, I'm sure the Aura is paving the way for your age to catch up, but it still has nothing to do with the progress, your locked up age simply found its key and is unlocking the doors the more your Immunity gets eaten away.
A long silence erupts.
Caretaker: Emilia, how long do I have?
Emilia: ……..6 months…….
Caretaker: ….......
Emilia: Thomas, listen. When I said 6 months……I wasn't talking about your life cycle period.
Caretaker: What do you mean?
Emilia: There's no way your age will fully catch up to you at this rate, you'll die before that. The cause of this Aura, building itself more and more strength and cycle of its own from you, is taking that opportunity away from you, to die from old age. From these scans and my physical examination, it would take 6 months for your actual age of…..
Caretaker: 214…..
Emilia: 214….to get to its natural state…naturally. This Aura is becoming biological the more it eats from you, your immunity only makes it more invulnerable while your body makes it more stronger. Regularly it kills its host within 2 or 3 days, imagine though after 200 YEARS…..what it becomes capable of Thomas. If you do the math….the figure of what danger it possesses to the world is right above the last worldwide population census! Thomas….once it kills you…..once it's free from your body….it'll become a spiritual biological weapon. You are a walking nuclear war weapon monger, and everyone on this earth….this entire earth….will become the next Hiroshima.
Caretaker: How long do I have!
Emilia: …..3 months.
Caretaker: What!?
Emilia: That's just a kind estimate. Wi….With your body and all this…it could be sooner…..
Caretaker: Are you certain?
Emilia: The evidence speaks for itself from your rotten skin tissues; there are traces of carbon monoxide mixed with your dying protein….200 years worth Thomas! Nobody is safe from this, not even you. You're a walking atom bomb, and the more it eats you away the better the chances it will spread before the process of consuming all of your resources and killing you is complete.
Caretaker: …….
Emilia: If it were up to me you'd be quarantined already.
Caretaker: What if we….can we kill it first? Remove it then from my body?
Emilia: There's no way it'll die without killing you first and spreading to those around you, even if it's only a little…..
Caretaker: No….a little is too many.
Emilia: And we can't open you while you're still alive, that's just another open portal for it to spread its anarchy through.
Caretaker: ………..
Emilia: ……….
Emilia walks away when…..
Caretaker: What if I choose to die first?
Emilia pauses.
Caretaker: …..Will that stop it from spreading?
Emilia turns around.
Emilia: If the host dies before consumption is complete, the Aura itself stays trapped inside and slowly dies with the host from starvation.
Emilia turns, has a look of pain on her face and grabs her lower left torso. She turns and finds Caretaker gone. She runs upstairs to a bathroom and raises her shirt, and see a lightly glowing wound.
Emilia: Oh no…..Thomas…..
Suddenly we hear the sounds of cheering children screaming "Grandma! Grandma!"
Emilia goes answers the door and hugs her grandchildren…..
The scene goes to black.
6 HOURS LATER, EASTERN EUROPE
Early evening, Emilia is laying asleep in her bedroom, when she suddenly wakes up.
Emilia: You're back, Thomas? You've come to kill me?
Caretaker appears in a moonlit ray.
Caretaker: ……yes.
Tears flood Emilia's eyes as she whispers "Oh god."
A few minutes later, Caretaker is seated on Emilia's bed.
Emilia: Right after you left, I could feel my torso burning, like an Indian burn, being twisted and torn, and I looked and saw, and I knew you'd be back.
Caretaker: ……
Emilia: I won't resist.
Caretaker: I'm sorry Emilia I have no choice.
Emilia: It's obviously more contagious to those who share your bloodline, Thomas. Please just….be wise who you share your presence with from now on until you finish whatever this last task is of yours. I swear I've seen many of you "make the world safer" types and it all just screws up.
Caretaker: It's not about making the world safer, Emilia. It's about ensuring it doesn't worsen more than it already has.
Emilia: I understand. Are you going to kill me now?
Caretaker: There's one more thing I must know before I do……were you with anyone else after I left?
Emilia: Well…..just my 2 grandchildren but……no. No no no no no, Thomas! You're not going to kill them! No, you listen to me now!
Caretaker: You must tell me where to find them….
Emilia: no…no no no no no….
Caretaker: If they are infected they could pass it on, tell me now!
Emilia: Thomas, they are 6 and 8!
Caretaker: Tell me! Before more have to die.
Emilia reaches into a drawer next to her bed and gets out an address book and hands it to Caretaker.
Emilia: ……..please promise you'll make sure they are infected before you do anything. They're just children.
Caretaker: You need to relax now Emilia, and Jasmine. I'll be with you soon.
Emilia: They're just…..
Emilia slowly dies as Caretaker stabs her heart.
3 HOURS LATER, EMILIA'S GRANDCHILDREN'S HOME
In a bedroom, 2 young kids sleep, Caretaker's shadow is seen in a window glare. The older boy, 8 years old, wakes up, a little scared but thinks he is seeing a power ranger in his room and gets excited.
Older Boy: Wow….a real Power Ranger. Did you come to destroy those Rasslin' Rangers?
Styles and P. Lickin: Hahahahahahahaha!
Caretaker: What's your name, son?
The boy then gets frightened when he sees Caretaker's old face.
Older Boy: ….it's umm….Doran.
Caretaker: Doran, I need you to go to your bathroom and see if you have any….boo boos that feel and look strange.
Doran: Ok….anything to see them Rasslin' Rangers crushed by a zord.
Doran exits, Caretaker walks to the younger boy who is still fast asleep. Caretaker can see some oozing on his left arm, he rolls up the boys sleeves and sees a wound lightly glowing…..the 6 year old has been infected with Aura. The parents enter.
Dad: Back off my son, now pal!
Mother: I'm gonna call the police.
Suddenly sparks fly. Caretaker blew out the phone lines.
Dad: What the….what is with your eyes?
Caretaker: Don't move. Understand?
Dad: Sure…honey….don't move.
Mother: Your balls drop off?
Caretaker examines the now awaken 6 year old's arm closer.
Caretaker: We don't have much time.
Dad: What are you talking about, time for what?
Caretaker: What is your son's name?
Dad: Adam…..
Caretaker: ……I have to amputate your Adam's left arm.
Dad: What?
Mother: Oh no he isn't.
Caretaker: You see this….
Caretaker shows his disintegrating torso to them.
Caretaker: I have no future. In a few months, I'm going to be a walking weapon of mass destruction. This will become your son until it kills him in a couple days, along with whoever else becomes infected. It's still tender inside his arm, has not made progress to his heart, I either take his arm and save his life and yours or he dies and you all with him, along with whoever else it attaches itself to.
Mother: Now, just….wait a minute….
Caretaker: I'm not asking your permission. It's his arm….
Caretaker turns to Adam.
Adam: It really hurts, I needs a band-aid.
Caretaker: A band-aid won't heal this wound, kid. You're lucky, because right now it hasn't garnered enough strength to poison your heart, along with the rest of your body. This will kill you within a couple days if you let it, but you can live if you are willing to give up your dying arm.
Mother: Son, listen to….
Caretaker angrily creates a light based force field, muting the mother's voice.
Dad: Listen please, he's left handed, he throws his ball to me left handed and just learned to follow through on his throws….
Caretaker: You're willing to annihilate the entire planet so your 6 year old can throw left handed. Let me remind you, he'll be dead in a couple days! Unless I take his arm now!
Dad: ……..
Dad moves around uncomfortably and lets out a big sigh.
Dad: Adam….it's going to be alright. Ok? Save the world for mom and dad.
Adam: …..
Caretaker: This isn't your decision, you need to leave before you become infected. You've stalled this long enough.
Dad: …..come on Doran.
Dad and Doran exit the room.
Adam: Will it hurt?
Caretaker: …..yes. It will.
Adam starts crying.
Caretaker: Living through pain is better than dying without a fight kid.
Mother: What's he saying?
Dad: ……….
Caretaker gets out his dagger.
Mother: Oh no no no no no no no.
Mother starts running, but the father grabs and restrains her.
Mother: NO!
Caretaker: Can you move your arm?
Adam: No.
Caretaker: That's good, that means the pain will be very minimum…
Adam: What's minimum?
Caretaker: It won't hurt like it should.
Adam: Oh. Tat's good.
Caretaker: What's your favorite number?
Adam: 117….that's how high I can counts.
Caretaker: Well count to 3 instead.
Adam: Ok….
Caretaker begins to cough; the force field begins to weaken.
Caretaker and Adam: 1…….2……
The force field shuts off after Caretaker coughs again. The mother immediately runs….
Caretaker and Adam: 3….
Caretaker slices Adam's arm off, Adam screams and cries as his arm falls to the floor and he bleeds intensely.
Mother: NOOOOOOO!
Caretaker coughs repeatedly, the lights in the house flicker. The mother grabs Adam, who begins to faint.
Mother: Oh god, no….Adam! ADAM!
Caretaker begins to glow and feels a Rage coming and tries hard to use his enhanced power to stop Adam's bleeding, he pulls the mother off Adam and places his hand over where Adam's left arm detached and transfers light energy from his Rage into the wound, causing it to heal rapidly.
Caretaker: It'll still take some time for his heart to reimburse all the blood he lost, make sure he does not leave this room until that happens.
Dad: How will we know that….
Caretaker: When he can walk to the door out of this room on his own….
Caretaker picks up the amputated arm and watches as the Aura glow slowly fades away.
Caretaker: I'm done here. I'm sorry but….your son did a heroic thing here, you should be proud of him. Mankind will always be in debt to him.
The house lights brighten intensely; Caretaker is gone once they dim down.