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Post by Niall on Jul 18, 2011 5:08:45 GMT -5
 7 YEARS AGOScene opens up outside a rundown apartment block in Belfast, Ireland. It is 13th July and the aftermath of a riot the night before are clearly visible. There are cars on their roofs, walls torn down, shattered glass and blood everywhere. A light blue Ford Fiesta pulls up outside. There is a big dent at the back of the car. The camera slowly moves up to look inside to see two figures. One is a very young POT wearing a Liverpool shirt and the other is an even younger Crack, wearing a Celtic top. Crack: Ready mate?POT: Course, this bloke`s dead.
Crack: What's the plan?POT: We go in, interrogate this dick, kill him and getaway quickly. Got it?Crack: Yeah, let's go.They both get out of the car pulling glocks out of their pockets and walk up the steps. The go up to 5b on the second floor and knock the door. After 20 seconds of waiting on an answer Crack boots the door down. They walk in and see dirty dishes and clothes everywhere. They see a black sofa, ripped from all angles. They walk up behind it and see a man sleeping in a Rangers shirt and a pair of grey boxers. Crack shoots him in the left foot and he jumps up in agony clutching his wound.
POT: Well, well, well, if it isn't the UDA`s most trusted killer. We have been looking for you for a few months. How does that feel huh! we are gonna make your life a fucking misery if you dont tell us about your little UDA reunion.
Man: What the fuck are you talking about?!POT: Dont act stupid with us. Do you wanna end up leaving here in a bodybag?Crack aims up a shot at the guy's left knee.
Man: NO!!!!!!! I'll speak!!!Crack puts the gun back in his pocket and signals for the man to continue. Man: Ian is planning on a big attack on the Clonard Monastary on Sunday at noon. He's sending in 20-30 men to burn the place down.
POT: Tell us more.
Man: There isn't any more.POT shoots him in the left knee and the guy falls to the floor holding both his left foot and knee. Blood is all over the sofa and the floor.
POT: TELL US FUCKING MORE!!!!!!!Man: Owwwwwww YOU DICK!!!!!! He is meeting with the leader of the DUP on Saturday in the Glen Owen. They are doing a trade deal. We kill all the catholic parties and when they win the election we can do whatever we want.Crack walks up to the guy and smacks him in the head with his gun three times.
Man: WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR!!!!!
Crack: Show a little more respect. And for killing wee Gerard.Man: What are you talking about?!
POT: Let me refresh your memory. You blew his brains across the Falls Road last night.Man: I didn't mean to. I'm sorry.Crack hits him again with the gun.
Crack: I'm sorry, I didn't mean it.
POT: Dont give us that bullshit! You knew what you were doing. One thing you didn't know is that Gerard was a key member of the Irish Republican Army aka the IRA aka the deadliest force in Irish history. So to put it short, you are fucked. We know your name, address, everything about you. You can't escape us.The man starts crying and POT and Crack notice this. They laugh in his face and talk to him again. POT: Awww what's wrong.Man: You are going to kill me.POT: Your fucking right there!
Man: Please I'd do anything.POT: Could you tell Ian to go fuck himself?Man: You got it.POT: SO FUCK!!!!!!!! You shoot my mate and then expect us to let you go like that. No, no, no you are gonna pay with your blood. Any last wishes?Man: Plea-..........POT and Crack shoot four bullets each in the guy's head sending brains and blood all over the apartment. There is some blood on Crack and POT's shirt but they simply wipe it off and leave the apartment quickly.
SCENE 2: PRE MATCH PROMO
Scen opens up in the locker room of POT. Trenton Lockeheart is standing by with POT. Trenton is wearing a light blue suit with a white shirt. POT is wearing a Ruck Fules shirt and has his Tag Team Championship around his waist. POT has a very, very angry look on his face as Trenton begins to speak.
Trenton: Tonight POT, you have been added into the United States Championship Ladder match in place of your former Eternity teamate and the man that beat you in a qualifier for the match. What are your thoughts?
POT: Trenton, I dont wanna talk about the US Title match tonight just yet. What I wanna do is give a little warning to a little inbred fuck, who just so happened to mess with the wrong guy. That's right im talking to you Oni. You took something that belongs to me, something that I hold very dearly to my heart. My diamond chain. Oni I dont know if you are here tonight but I sure as hell hope that you are watching as I become the first United States Champion of the new Smackdown.The crowd cheer POT as he finishes his sentece.
POT: And as I unhook that title and end the match of the millenium, the crowd will go wild and I will go down in the Thy WWE history books.A backstage crew member walks into scene Crew member: POT we're ready for you man.POT: Ok, later Trenton.POT leaves the room and walks down a long white corridor past many crew members working on the technical stuff. POT reaches the curtain and watches the commentators on the monitors.
Phil Latio: What a night we have had so far.Don Chuckles: And it can only get better Phil.
Phil Latio: That's right and up next we have the hugely anticipated United States ladder match.
Don Chuckles: Barton v Freedom v Jay Lethal v Ben Connor v the newly added Professor of Thuganomics "Bob Cena".[/b] POT comes bursting through the curtains to a chorus of cheers from the New York crowd. He walks down the ramp slapping hands with the fans as he goes along. He walks around the ring signing autographs and taking pictures, taking as much time as he can to get in to the ring. He gets the full way around the ring and turns to look up at the title hanging above the ring. He walks up the steps as the fans cheering gets louder as he walks up each step. He stops on the apron and hops down and grabs the biggest ladder he sees around ringside. He throws it into the ring and goes in to. He sets it up and climbs it, before taking a seat on top of it. He pulls a microphone out of his pocket and begins to talk.
POT: Ladies and gentlemen, tonight I have been picked as a suitable replacement for my very, very good friend Rhino. The man who beat me to get into this match. But he has been pulled out of the match under mysterious circumstances. Tonight I have been gifted a chance at the United States Championship in my very first ladder match. I am the underdog heading into this match, just the way I like it. There is absoloutely no pressure on me, it's all on the big dogs like Freedom and Barton. Those two have their own problems to deal with so I dont think that they will be a problem. But then again, they are two of the most experienced superstars on both rosters. I know why I was given this title shot here tonight too, to silence me. But we all know that little ol' me isnt like that.
Crowd: POT! POT! POT! POT! POT! POT! POT!
POT: That's right I spoke out against the regime, and look what happened. A few days later and I am handed a title match. Why I hear you ask? because Antonio Valentino is afraid that I will tell you all the truth. The truth of what actually goes on backstage. I have read reviews on my promo form Smackdown and it is clear that these fans can see the potential in me that Antonio Valentino and Vince McMahon cant see. But they atleast know what the fans want, the fans want me, the fans want hardcore, and mix those two together and boom, you have got the highest ratings of all time. Higher than the Superbowl, higher than Wrestlemania, all I need to be great to these fans is a microphone. My words speak louder than most peoples actions. You see they see me as a threat, that is why I was bribed with the US Title shot. How do I know that I am getting inside their heads, because only people who know too much get bribed. And ladies and gentlemen, do you want to know more?
The crowd start cheering at a near defeaning level and POT laughs it off.
POT: Well ladies and gentlemen, Mr Valentino has finally used his brain and now look what has happened. Everyone is turning their TV's from Family Guy to this program. Everyone in my homeland is just getting in from a night out on the piss and are watching this just to know what POT has to say. But seeing as Antonio has seen the light and he is giving me a title shot that I so rightfully deserve. Moving on.
POT unhooks the United States Championship and places it over his shoulder.
POT: Get used to this sight, the United States Title in one hand and the Tag Team Title in the other.
POT takes the Tag Title from around his waist and holds it up along with the US Title for a few seconds.
POT: All I need to do is climb this ladder like so, unhook this title like I already have, and go home and celebrate just like we do it back in my hometown of Belfast, Ireland. Let's look at my opponents, Freedom, Rufus Sawyer.
The crowd boo loudly at Freedom's name
A crazy mother fucker all the way form Padded Room 16. The last time I seen him he got his ass kicked by MVP. I cant wait to scrub his pathetic little face off of this company, no actually this whole industry. Then we got Jay Lethal.
The fans cheer for the former X Division Champion.
POT: One of the new Mega Powers with the Hulkster, Hulk "Steroid Pumping" Hogan OHHHHHHHHHH YEEEEAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! A former X Division Champion, but that was in TNA, the smaller company, welcome to the big leagues dog. You fight nobodies like AJ Styles and Christopher Daniels. I have fought big names like Sheamus, I nearly won the Royal Rumble for God's sake. He is a big name, fuck Samoa Joe and Curryman, TNA aint shit to this place. Now let us take a look at Paul Heyman's little whipping boy, Ben Connor.
The crowd give a mixed reaction to Ben Connor.
POT:Of course, the Project how could I forget him? Oh yeah, because he isnt a threat to me or anyone else in this contest. I wanna tell Paul Heyman something too, this whole thing will never last. He will see the real Paul Heyman and he will want to kill that guy, I only hope that I am there when he does. But let us move on, to my biggest threat, a man who I am to be honest most worried about, my Tag Team partner, Barton.
The crowd go nuts as soon as Barton's name is said.
POT: The B-Dog, the man that truly deserves a title in this company but I am sorry to say bro, I was handed this title shot at the last minute and there is no way in hell that I am gonna screw it up, AND THAT'S THE BOTTOM LINE........
Crowd: 'CAUSE POT SAYS SO!!!!!!!!!
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Post by The Ben Connor Project on Jul 18, 2011 6:24:42 GMT -5
Thy WWE Presents: Attrition
Date: July 20th, 2011
Venue: Madison Square Garden in New York City
MATCH : LADDER MATCH - UNITED STATES CHAMPIONSHIP
SCENE ONE : THE WARNING
Ben Connor vs. POT vs. Barton vs. Jay Lethal vs. Freedom
The broadcast of THY WWE's annual Pay Per View resumes with a video promo, set in an unknown location, and it is soon made clear who it features. The scene is set in what appears to the ruins of what formerly used to be a large house in the countryside. Only three quarters of the four walls remain standing, suffering in old age and damage caused by the unforgiving elements. Water damage has turned the once bright wallpaper to nothing more that a sorrow sight of brown and green, and the gaping holes allows the late afternoon orange sun rays to seep in from multiple angles. Ben Connor, one of the five number one contenders for the United States Championship appears in one of the withered doorways wearing his casual outfit consisting of a pair of stone washed blue jeans, a white V-neck T-shirt and his black leather jacket. He gradually scans the room from one corner to the other before he slowly stars to walk over to a old piano standing against one of the walls. The floorboards creeks and cracks as Connor's dark brown boots slowly plants down on them with every step. He takes a seat in front of the abused instrument and runs his finger across its surface, gathering a large amount of dust on his index finger. After clearing the dust he glances up, reaches over and picks up and old photo in a damages frame that was sitting on top of the piano. He gently blows on the surface to remove the majority of the dust before exposing a soft grin as he looks down at a family of five. He places the frame face down on the piano followed by a loud sigh. He then begins to speak, in a deep, yet relaxed tone
Ben Connor : I have said on shows prior to tonight that most of you in this arena, and the majority of all you people watching this at home on this very exciting night have little to no knowledge of who I am and what I'm about. Am I here as a competitor or am I here because I had no choice. To be honest with you, I prefer being the wild card as I do not have to deal with the expectations these other superstars have to. No one calls my name every time an injustice has been done, and no one expects me to be the guy who would beg borrow and steal to reach my goals and I am fine with that, because I don't know if that line exist with me. Sure I might not be the most loved guys to ever work a crowd but I know how deep and twisted a road like that could take me. I am not programmed like the rest of you, but one thing I can say without a doubt is that when I step into that ring, and I hear that bell go....
*DING*
*DING*
*DING*
Connor shows a small, yet perverted grin before he continues with his monologue, with eyes still staring down at his folded hands, piercing if you will
Ben Connor : ....I know exactly how to pick my opponent apart.I know how to put all of my tools to work in order to take that human being standing across from me to a place which would break the average man, and leave him scarred and maimed.Sure I have a lot of pent up anger and aggression but that's not quite the reason why.You see, apart from what you all may think of me, I have quite a bit of passion for this business. I have been given the opportunity to compete for the United States Championship later tonight and I plan on going home with that very same title. Most people consider that title to be no more that a mid chart, stepping stone to bigger and better things, but that's due to ignorance and lack of wrestling heritage. That title is just as, if not more of a prize as any THY Championship is.
Connor leans back slightly as the piano seat cracks softly,now staring at the keys with a slight squint as the orange sun rays dances of his face. He rests both hands on his lap as he continues to speak.
Ben Connor : Since that title first appeared in this business back in 1975, when Harley Race was crowned the first United States Champion it has been held by some of the greats like Ric 'the nature boy' Flair, Brett 'The Hitman' Hart,Terry Funk,Rick 'the dragon' Steamboat,Lex Luger,Dusty Rhodes and the list just goes on and on. Since then we have, unfortunately had to sit back and see a decline in respect fot this championship. Most men that enter this business all line up to try and cash in on their fable and far fetched dreams to hit the big time and win a world title quickly and with luck. I assure you that I will be the exception. I will walk into the pay per view with one intention and that is to win the United States Title, and the following week I will officially start my campaign to bring pride,honor and respect back to a championship that sure as hell deserves it.
Connor remains motionless as he still stares dead in front of him. He pauses for a moment before he continues to speak.
Ben Connor : I am not going to sit here today and try to discredit my opponents and what they have done in this company up to this point like most would do. But at the same time I am not going to sit here and pretend that I like them either. Regardless of the fact that they have dominated in their own rights, none of them has set foot in the ring with someone like myself prior to tonight. I'm not trying to sound cocky, nor am I hoping to intimidate anyone, but the facts are on the table and none of them can wish them away. To make the odds even better, tonight I will have complete and utter freedom, with no limitations placed on the destruction that I can inflict. Regardless of the amounts of threats, big talk or even raps will prevent me from causing chaos tonight, so my honest advice to all of you involved in this ladder match, if you hold your ability to get up in the morning and hug your families in high regard, please do not show up as I would hate for this to be your fate....
Ben again glances up at the abandoned house, and glances back down in front of him again.
Ben Connor : I would hate for you to lose everything you hold dear to your heart simply because your foolish pride blinded you. Now I have said what I wanted. I now wash my hands of all devastation any of you will suffer tonight, but don't say I didn't warn you all....
The view pans out gradually, only showing Ben Connor crouched over in front of the piano until it fades to black, with only a date in white text appearing
- JULY 20th 2011 -
SCENE TWO : THE CONFRONTATION
Paul Heyman is shown walking backstage with a cup of coffee in one hand and documentation neatly binded into a file, with a THY WWE logo on the front cover. As he proceeds around a corner it becomes clear that he is heading toward the locker room area of the arena when out of frame his names is called by an all to familiar voice.
Trenton Lockeheart : Excuse me, Paul?!
Heyman stops dead in his tracks and turns to the source, only to see THY's own backstage journalist, Trenton Lockeheart walking towards him with a speedy pace. With microphone in hand, and his usual camera crew in hot pursuit he finally catches up to Heyman
Trenton Lockeheart : Excuse me Paul, would you mind sparing five minutes for a quick interview?
Heyman responds with a cold stare and a quick snap
Paul Heyman : You get to call me Mr. Heyman, bucko!
With a look of confusion on his face, he responds with a apologetic tone.
Trenton Lockeheart : My appologies, Mr. Heyman.
Paul grins and steps closer, seemingly accepting the request for an interview.
Trenton Lockeheart : Mr. Heyman, on last weeks addition of Smackdown! we all learned that you and your Client will be receiving a visit from Ben's doctors next week. What is the purpose of this visit, and what can we expect following his request to our general manager?
Heyman looks unsure of his answer, but responds with confidence.
Paul Heyman : Well Trenton, Im really not all to sure what to expect myself, but one thing I know for sure is that they will be very, very happy once they see Ben wearing the United States Championship around his waist come next week. You see, what we are doing here is revolutionary in the world of medical science. And up to this point it has been a major success, and no one can deny that!
Trenton Lockeheart : But with all due respect Mr. Heyman, but rumor has it that Ben Connor is rebelling against you as his manager. IS there any truth to this?
Heyman drops his head back as he chuckles out loud. He puts his coffee down and opens up the file in his hand. He pages to one of the last pages and responds
Paul Heyman : Rebelling? NO, on the contrary, what I hold in my hand is a contract renewing my services as Ben Connor's manager for at least another three years Trenton, and regardless of what everyone thinks, things between me and my client has never been better. In fact, he has already signed! So before I go, I am a busy man after all, let me just say this. Tonight is going to be the first step in a new era, not only for Smackdown!, but for this company as a whole. An era of destruction, pain and brutality, and I asure you I will be at the helm, alongside my client Ben Connor.
Before Trenton gets the opportunity to ask another question Heyman turns to leave, but drops one final comment.
Paul Heyman : Pay close attention to that ladder match,kid....Its the start of something big! I guarantee it!
Heyman strolls of, laughing to himself, leaving a confused looking Trenton Lockeheart .
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Post by Barton on Jul 20, 2011 15:59:01 GMT -5
Home [/center] I sit back in my leather chair, not moving an inch; my eyes are pointed outside the window. I’m in my England home, since I’ve been off for a few weeks, I haven’t had anything to do, so I travelled back to England. People pass by the house, not bothering to look in, it makes a change from people glaring at me with their beady eyes, wanted to see me outside of the ring. I get up, breaking my time of non-movement and I pace around the room, thinking what I could do now, I reach into my pocket and pull out an expensive ticket, back to America. I lean on a nearby wall and I stare at the ticket, I could either stay here, or move back. The truth is, I’ve liked it in England, but on the other hand, I’ve got a Title Match in America. I run my hand through my hair; I have no idea about what I’m going to do. I sit back in my leather chair.
I once again look at my ticket. That’s it, I throw my ticket on the floor, I can’t go back, I got nothing waiting for me back in Thy. I grab a bottle which was resting on the table next to me. I take a long gulp out of the drink before slamming it down back on the table, the glass shatters, cutting my hand quite severely. I quickly rush to the kitchen and I run my hand under some cold water. I look down; I see a face slowly morph behind me in the reflection of the bloody water. I look behind me swiftly, nothing. What the hell was that?! I shake my head, I must be seeing things. I look down again. The face is back, the image becomes clearer by the second. I see a mask, no, it can’t be.
It’s Freedom. I look behind again and I swing my fist simultaneously, hoping to hit Freedom. I hit thin air. He’s gone; again, I begin to throw things all around the kitchen, hoping to hit something. He has to be hiding somewhere. I open ever cupboard, I search every inch of the kitchen, nothing. I go back to the sink. It can’t be. He’s back! The figure raises its arm; it slowly begins to take off its mask, a drop of blood falls from my hand and hits the blood water. The liquid ripples. When it clears, there is nothing. No figure. I bang my head against the side of the sink. What is wrong with me? Something is very wrong, is it a sign? Should I go back to America? There are so many questions.
I fall back on the floor. I need to do something. I lay on the cold, hard floor; my hands are placed behind my head. All is quiet until a voice interferes, all it utters is ‘Barton’ I raise my head, surprised at what I have heard. I look around, everything is fucked up around me, I should just be locked away, alone. That way, nothing could bother me. I push myself up to my feet; I look down to look at my hands. It’s clear, there isn’t even a cut. I look in the sink, which too is clear. My body begins to shake in fear, I run into the living room, there is no way I’m staying in there for any longer. A crackling sound appears from my TV, I cautiously approach my TV, a white flash covers the TV monitor. I turn the TV off before turning my back on it. A second crackling comes from the TV, I turn around. I couldn’t prepare myself for what I saw.
I fall back into my chair. I look at the TV in shock. It’s the mask. It stares at me with its black eyes, shivers run up my spine. I try to move to the side, but its eyes keep on following me. I look toward the table, the bottle. It’s back. Not a crack on it. I pick up the bottle and I launch it toward the TV. Sparks fly all around. I close my eyes and I shield them with my arm. When I open my eyes, the TV is as good as new. The bottle is back on the table, clean as a whistle. I’ve made up my mind. If Freedom wants to fuck with my mind, then he can do it in the ring. I pick up the ticket from the floor and I grip it tightly, not letting it go. The plane sets off in a few days, which will be more than enough time to get ready. My free hand clenches tightly, Freedom, you better be ready, because when I get back to America, I will fuck you up. I let my blood boil, I start shaking again, but not with fear, with rage. The thought of Freedom still being in Thy WWE pisses me off even more. America, get ready, because I’m coming back, Attrition, here I come.Airport [/center] My luggage has already been taken, now it is just me, my clothes, my watch and my carryon luggage. The airport is crumbling and cracked, it’s hard to believe it was even qualified to be an Airport in the first place. The atmosphere matches the look of this place, dull. I walk around the Airport, looking for a place to eat, all there is, is a dirty McDonalds and an even dirtier SubWay. A little child is crying to his mother after she didn’t let him have a chocolate bar, I hate it when kids do that. The child was wearing a posh T-Shirt and Jean Shorts, his face was as snobby as the clothes he was wearing. People turned their heads to see where the screech was coming from. The Mother was visibly embarrassed and was covering her face with her hands to hide her shame.
I walk past the commotion, not wanting to listen to the annoying cry of a spoiled kid any longer. I make my way to the Airport waiting room. The lights that hang high above begin to flicker. I look up to see to see what was going on. When I look back down, it happens again. My body freezes. I can’t believe my eyes. It’s there again. It’s Freedom. The dark eyes stare right at me. I can feel its cold breath on me. I once again begin to shake. I close my eyes tightly. I hold my breath and hope that it stops. When I open my eyes, he is gone. I breathe a sigh of relieve, I walk off, only to run into Freedom once again. The figure grabs me by the throat, I step back, breaking the grip. I clench my fists, ready for a fight. The lights flicker again, and then Freedom goes, during the darkness.
I take a seat near the place I stood. I bow my head in shame, all the times he appeared; I chickened out of a fight. I rest my head on my hands. I bang my hand on my knee in frustration. I never felt so ashamed. I shake my head before standing up. I kick a vending machine that was standing innocently against a wall, shattering the see through material. Some people look in my direction, I ignore them and I walk around the waiting room, waiting for the announcement telling me that my plane is boarding. My mind is all over the place, I still have many unanswered questions. Why does Freedom keep showing up? What does he want? I look around me, to make sure he isn’t here, because if he was, I swear to god I am going to snap. A loud voice comes from above, I immediately go into a fighting stance, until it is the announcement, I breathe a sigh of relief before hold my boarding pass and setting off, the travel reminds me of my match at Attrition.The Match [/center] Attrition, my match will test my Strength, Stamina and Durability. The Ladder Match is one of the most dangerous matches even if it is just one on one. It will be even worse with five people in it. The match is for the United States Championship, the title I won in SCW from Blade Lavigne. That was one of the greatest days of my life. The goal of the match is simple, climb the ladder and retrieve the item that is suspended above the ring. Whoever gets the belt will be crowned the United States Championship. The people in the Ladder Match are Ben Connor, Jay Lethal, Professor of Thuganomics and that asshole Freedom. Many people may have a chance at winning, but in the end, one can win, and that person, will be me.
Jay Lethal, first of all, who the fuck is this guy? He like came out of the blue and all of a sudden he gets a match against Freedom and qualifies for the US Title match?! That is fucked up, that is a big slap in the face to those who work their asses off but yet, they get jack shit. On those people’s behalf, I will destroy Jay Lethal and I will make sure that he won’t get another title shot in the near future, I won’t only make sure he doesn’t have one, I will make him wish that he never had or ever will, have a title shot.
Ben Connor, first of all, he is fucking psycho, he needs to be locked up in a padded room. What’s even worse is that is asshole manager hides behind him like a little bitch. I have to admit, he would be at an advantage, this is because of his size and his strength. But even with those ‘valuable traits’ there is no way that I will allow him to walk out of Attrition with the United States Championship. I will prove that the old say is falls because in this case, the bigger they are, the easier they will fall.
The Professor of Thuganomics, my friend. He is the other Tag Team Champion. We know each other well; this will surely mean that when we square off, the roof will blow. However, even though he is my friend and my Tag Team Partner, I will not hesitate to take out Professor of Thuganomics and take the title because he knows more than anyone else that I need this title. He may have the STFU, the Submission move which made a few people tap, but I have the OFC, which will surely destroy him and make him suffer deeply. Professor of Thuganomics, I’m sure you understand that I need the belt, and I will decimate you if it means getting the title.
Finally, the man that I have wanted to get my hands on for a long time, he has been haunting me the last couple of weeks and quite frankly, I’m fucking sick of it. I of course, mean that creepy asshole Freedom. The last time we were in the ring together, we disbanded Eternal, it was just me and Freedom remaining and we miraculously worked together and we eliminated the final member of Eternal. However, after the match was finished, Freedom ripped the mask from his face and revealed who he truly was. He was the man I faced many times in SCW, he was the man who I had never beaten in SCW, he was the Mad Man, Rufus Sawyer. As I mentioned earlier, he has been haunting me recently, he’s been trying to get into my mind, I finally realise why he was doing that. He was trying to keep me away from Attrition, he was scared. He knew that when I got my hands on him, he would wish he was never born, so he tried to keep me away, well, that plan failed, and now, Freedom has one pissed off Brutal Brit who is looking for a fight searching for him.
Before he was unmasked, I was involved in a Tag Team Match against him. Of course, my team won. After the match, I went to Sawyer, and I knelt down beside him, and I tried to rip that mask clean off, and show his ugly mug to the rest of the world. Before I was able to do so, Rufus Sawyer showed how much of a pussy he was and he cowardly escaped. This time, there will be no escaping me; I will beat him down until he is a bloody mess. And if Sawyer tries doing one of his disappearing acts before the match, I will hunt him down, and I swear to god, it will be the last time anyone will ever see him.[/b] The Plane [/center] I am currently in mid flight. It will be a while before we land; I am being crushed by a wall and an extremely overweight guy who was complaining about being obese while he was shoving his face with 10 quid worth of Dairy Milk. He is now asleep, melted chocolate covered his chin, and it disgusts me. The fat guy falls in his sleep and his head leans against my shoulder, I try to shake him off but his cheeks dig further into my shoulder. I shake the fat guy, trying to wake him up, to no avail; instead, the guy starts to snore, loudly. I unfasten my belt and I stand up, the fat guy falls on to the now empty seat, but still is asleep, and snoring. I grab my things and I move onto the empty seat behind me.
I lean my head against the window when I sit down. I push my earphones into my ears and I play a random song from my playlist, even though the stewards and stewardesses specifically told everyone to turn their phones off. A song blasts into my ears as I close my eyes and I try to go to sleep. I can feel myself drifting off until a sudden shake wakes me up, the airplane is experiencing turbulence. The turbulence becomes violent, eventually causing me to fall out my seat, I crash into the aisle and I hit the floor with a thud. The last thing I could remember was a bag falling down from the overhead compartments and zooming towards me, then, nothing.
My eyes slowly open; my head is in immense pain immediately. I look up, the airplane is completely silent, not a sound is heard, and the turbulence has no stopped. What is more surprising is that, there is no one else on the plane, just me. I slowly and wearily push myself up. I steadily make my way down the aisle, checking all the seats, there is nothing at all, not one seat is occupied. Not even the stewards are on board. I run towards the front of the plane and I burst through the door of the cockpit, no one is flying the plane, how can it still be airborne if no one is piloting it. I turn back and leave the cockpit, closing the door behind me.
I pace down the aisle. I have got to think of something, everyone is gone, I’m stuck up here, there has to be something I could do. My thoughts are cut off when I am suddenly pushed to the floor. I look up, it’s Freedom again! I spring to my feet and I raise my hands in a fighting position, if Freedom wants to go one on one with me right here, then I’m all for it. Freedom walks towards me calmly. When he gets close enough I swing forward, Freedom ducks and I end up hitting thin air. I face Freedom and I blink, when I open my eyes, Freedom is far away from me, I run down the aisle towards him, I jump and I take one last swing, then everything became dark.Night of Attrition [/center] A sudden shout wake me up. I open my eyes; I’m sat on a green garden chair, in my locker room. I stand up and I look around the room, confused, the last thing I remember was being on the plane when Freedom appeared. Freedom! Where is he?! I swiftly become alert and I look around again to see if I can see the masked maniac. I look down, I’m in my wrestling gear, what the fuck happened to me, and I want to know right now. I pick up my phone, which was lying on the table, I press a button and the screen lit up, I check the date, it’s the 20th of July. Shit, my match is today, I check the time, the match it’s coming up next.
I rush out of my locker room and I walk slowly down the hallway, trying not to attract too much attention. People pass me by and I give them a simple nod of acknowledgement. I have got to get my mind off of what has happened in the previous weeks, I have got to focus on today, that is all what matters, Freedom will be waiting in the ring, and then is when it will be settled once and for all, after this, he will stop getting into my head, after this, I can focus on WrestleMania. I get close to the curtains, I see people from previous matches either grieving from their loss, or boasting from their win. I finally reach the curtains. I shake my arms and legs, I have to get psyched up, I have to get in the zone. A chair suddenly drops behind me and when I turn around. He’s back; Freedom is standing there once again. His mask is as cold and as calculating as ever, this time, I don’t get frustrated, I have to stay calm. Freedom steps closer and his hand reaches over the other side of his mask. He slowly pulls the mask off. There is no way I could’ve prepared for what I saw, the dark hair, the eyes, it all came to me, it wasn’t Freedom, it was never Freedom.It was me. |
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