The Alternative Title goes to Brian Kennedy

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On camera

“You know I should of expected it, Paige Lewis choosing me to defend the Alternative Title after I broke her like a child breaks a toy. You see Paige, I told you that you weren’t facing the same old Brian Kennedy. Now look at you. And you know what? When I heard that bone snap, after beating you like a drum all night. I felt a release that I haven’t felt in such a long time. And it unlocked a side of me that I had almost forgotten. I have to give you props. Because you were elevated to a higher level. And you are THE only person in SCW that holds 3 wins over me. Something our great GM couldn’t ever do. Or Emily Desmond for that matter. Well, she doesn’t hold one at all so, guess that says something. But, I also gave you a huge wake up call. Cause Paige, you also know if you wouldn’t have had that Tranquilizer gun. You would have lost. I never knew it was legal to use, even if it was a no DQ. Now this old dog learned a new trick. See you learn something new everyday.”

The scene opens with Brian at the gym. Training with Requiem and Frosty. He is looking great after the huge war that set history in SCW. He is all healed up and looking even better than he did going into the PPV. He takes a drink from his water bottle and looks up at the camera.

“But you know what, this isn’t about the World Title or Domination. This is about Mr. Creed and Dario two of my fellow Empire members being in a match with me for the SCW Alternative Title. And while we are on the same team guys. I have to say I know this will not cause a rift within our foundation of the Empire. At the end, we will still show the same love as we have this entire time. But, this night we are not team members even though we are friends, we will not be acting like that during this match. For you seen what I’ve done to the unbreakable Paige Lewis.”

He pauses gathering his thoughts. He takes a hand full of vitamins and he takes a drink of water and wipes the sweat from his forehead and begins talking again.

“First off Dario, you think that the World Title slipped through my fingers and that I failed bringing home the World Title to the Empire and be what? The third person in this company to beat Paige Lewis, I did show that woman that she is not unbreakable and that she is not the goddess that she thinks that she is. We are on a different level, we are the elite, we are among the highest level of talent in this company and Paige and I have a lot more in common than anyone thinks. That is something I can address at another time. But Dario, for you to sit there and think that you’re on the level of the great Brian Kennedy, man you must be higher than eagle pussy cause son, I’ve been in the ring with Frostbite, with Requiem, with Rage Sadler, with icons in this business and I’ve always have been the victor. Son, you couldn’t even lace Paige Lewis’ bootstraps. To sit there and claim that I should be threatened by you. Well, you said I would see which you were capable of in the ring and I’ve seen what you’ve done in this company so far. I chose to look in your direction because Mr Creed cosigned for you and said that you would be an asset to the Empire. And you wanna claim that you’re gonna set this in stone with the victory over me? Well, you’re going to see the same Brian Kennedy that was in that world title match and boy I hope that you ate your Wheaties, I hope that you pumped your steroids, I hope that you got down on your knees and prayed to God. I hope you’re ready for what you asked for. And you know what, I’m not even going to be an asshole you’re still one of our Empire brothers but, I am going to show you your place in this faction, because you are not my equal by any means. You might wanna ask Mr Creed what kind of man I am truly, because you already know I dominated in NCW and I’ve achieved everything I’ve ever set out to do and while I might not be the world champion right now the day will come again where Brian Kennedy is the SCW world champion.”

He smirks. Knowing that he just getting started he continues.

“I’ll tell you your downfall coming into this match Dario, you’re more focused on Emily Desmond then you are me and this chance that you have at gaining the SCW Alternative Title. It is sought after just as much as the world title and is one of the three titles left in this company that I have to gain to become a Grand Slam champion. And Dario if you’ve been paying attention, since SCW reopened. I’ve made it very clear that one of my ambitions here is to become a Grand Slam champion, so while you’re sitting there having your wet dreams over Emily Desmond, I’m sitting here training because I know that Mr Creed isn’t a slouch and I’m not underestimating you Dario. So make no mistake about it, I know you have this whole doctor Jekyll-Mr Hyde thing going and you know that’s the other reason that I looked in your direction. While I know you’re gonna do miraculous things for the Empire. When it comes to me and then being in the ring, if you’re not with me at that time, you are against me and while again, I will repeat you are one of my Empire brothers I will not hesitate to beat your ass like a drum as I did Paige Lewis at Domination. And I have one last thing to say to you Mr Dario, well more of a question. Who have you faced in this company that holds any status for you to think that you’re in the same league as I am. Let that one sink in because everybody you have faced to this date not one of them has had the privilege to say they had their hand raised in victory over me. So that that one soak in”

He pauses to allow this to sink in. He has one person left he needs to address.

“Mr.Creed, brother we have stood side by side and we retired the NCW world tag team titles together. You have been a loyal and perfect friend, so they know the relationship and how close we are with each other the so now they wanna pit US against each other for the SCW alternative title. Me and Dario might not as be as close as you and him, are and me and you might not be as close as you and Dario are. But, what management is expecting is that this match will cause the rift between the Empire ’cause all they have done since this company has opened and the Empire first came here and took over, have been trying to disband us and get us to not be what we are, and that is the greatest God damn faction that’s ever landed in SCW. So I am saying this Mr. Creed, you already know the type of man I am and you already know what I’m capable of. And I mean no ill will towards you or Dario, but neither of you will stop me from obtaining the alternative title and becoming that much closer to becoming a Grand Slam champion. Cause you see I have always been on top in this company and then Paige Lewis comes in and while I hate to admit it. She took over SCW. You know what there’s always gonna be somebody that can beat you there’s always somebody that would define what it means that you need to elevate your level and elevate to a different person and that is what Paige done for me. Paige elevated me as I elevated her and now you’re seeing a different side of me Creed you’re seeing the side of me that hasn’t been seen in a very very very long time since the UHW, the XPW and PWO days”

He looks in the camera, with a serious look in his eyes that are almost scary.

“So this is a warning and no I’m not threatening I’m making it public knowledge, I’m coming to that ring and leaving with the alternative title by any means necessary and no I will not put either of you on the shelf, you guys are my brothers your fellow members of the Empire so I would never do something to damage or end your career. But I will win the alternative title and when Paige comes back, well she thinks I will walk down to her so called ring and hand her, her so called title. That is something we can figure out when she gets off the shelf well, if she gets off the shelf let’s state it like that.”

He continues to look in the camera with the same Intensity as he has since he first started looking in the camera.

“Paige said she wanted somebody that would represent SCW to the fullest. She said that she wanted somebody that has shed blood sweat and tears to be on the level that they are. She said she wanted somebody that lived and breathed SCW and passionate about this company. Paige you know that I am an SCW exclusive, I’ve got offers from SWAT, from various other companies that want Brian Kennedy on their roster but no SCW is my home and this will be my last company before I retire. And that is a long time away.

We all know the real reason why I was chosen and that is because I am the only person to push you to the extent that you were pushed at Domination and you know that there is no other real choice when it comes to the matter of defending they Alternative Title In your name. You can claim it’s because you’re so angry. But the truth is you know that there is no other person is company as great as you are. And now before anybody goes and tries to twist my words Jessica is one of my best friends and my tag team partner and I know how excellent she is you see there are very few people that can actually claim that their name means something in this company and while Paige yeah, Atadu would have been a good choice. But you also know you’re not on Jessica’s level and if I remember correctly she came out with broken limbs and defended the title successfully.”

He pauses for a moment.

“So Mr. Creed and Dario, I wish you two the best in this because in the end the Empire will be gaining the Alternative Title and just like any of the rest of the titles that we get our hands on we don’t lose them. So, whichever man is the better man this night be it you Mr. Creed or you Dario or myself the Empire will gain a victory. But gentlemen remember you guys were put in my path and I did not choose this, while you are my brothers and my friends, I’m putting that to the side for this match and you guys will be just two more people in the way of me achieving what I have set out to achieve. Mr. creed your focus seems to be on Emily too. While the two of you are about to step in the ring with a monster. If you can get me to tap or submit more power to you but everybody knows, I do what’s good for business and while I had a set back at Domination business is still picking the fuck up. I shall not fail, I shall prevail. See you both in a few days.”

The scene cuts to a BK Empire logo


Emily Has Returned (SCW Overdrive 12-21)

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The camera opens to see Emily Desmond looking through a huge glass window at the people going by. She’s wearing blue jeans and a heavy fur coat, looking as if she’s about to step outside. She watches people walking by, laden down with packages as Christmas is less than a week away. Finally she shakes her head.


Emily: Look at them, everyone out to grab that perfect person, whether it’s for their wife, their kids, relatives, maybe even those they love who might not be family. A holiday that they say with extreme emphasis placed this time of year on a phrase of goodwill towards men. No, I’m not going to sit here and point out it only says one sex, not in the least. We all know they mean to all living people, even those we might not agree with. Honestly, except for a handful of people, I don’t wish anything truly bad to happen, but it does for one reason or another. I know some people in my family would disagree pretty strongly, but that’s them, not me.


Before I go out and brave the elements, both because of nature, and because of people. I know, I should have started my shopping earlier, but well in fact, with the exception of the 2 things I’m headed out to buy, it’s all done. Which is good because it makes it so I can focus on something else I hold near and dear to my heart. That thing….is Starstruck Championship Wrestling. You know I’m beginning to think someone in the upper offices must have a hell of a sense of humor because look at the people they’ve been hiring. I hope a great deal of them do decide to take on Fathi because well, he may not be my favorite person, but I’m really hoping he soundly defeats whoever, and I mean that. I want him to …well let’s say step up and let the trash, the would be members of this roster, know that we don’t take things lightly around here.


Emily takes a deep breath and sighs. She then shakes her head as she digs for something in her coat pocket. She pulls out a pair of gloves that she clenches her hand around.


One of those people is Tyler Cross. You know Tyler you went on and on about Fotty. Seriously, you might want to check whoever or whatever is recording you because if a person puts you on mute, the subtitle says that’s what you’re saying. Oh I turned the volume up a bit after reading that and laughing. I can just hear it, oh I didn’t mean that, whatever. I know if I was someone else I might be perturbed at that but his call, not mine.


No where you got me, and again I laughed at your pitiful attempt to sound like you were so big and evil and all that. Tyler, you couldn’t begin to nail down who I am on your best day. Let’s start with the fact I held the Alternative title, which I’m not even sure you knew I was the champion before Paige held it. You obviously didn’t even bother to look up my history. I held the Alternative title for 3 years before Paige managed to defeat me in a match, but Paige will most likely be the first to tell you I didn’t give up without a hell of a fight.


Emily slips her gloves on and walks over to the door, where the doorman opens it and tips his hat to her. She steps outside and the wind is fairly light, enough to blow wisps of hair around. She starts walking down the street as people make a wide path around her.


Tyler, do you even know what the Alternative title means, or are you just excited that you hold a title in SCW but enjoy it while you have it because I do have a rematch coming. It was supposed to be against Paige but it seems it will be whoever is the champion. Too bad that’s not going to be this match because I would so soundly defeat you, that after it happened you might question everything you know about this business. Because Tyler, I AM the Alternative title.


Holding the title I had every type of match you can imagine. Casket match, ladder match, submissions only, hardcore matches, and the list goes on and on. And it wasn’t some person backstage saying “oh lets try this”. It was ME who decided those types of matches, it was me who pushed things to the boundary. I didn’t cringe because I was the one who picked them. People said I was nuts for some of the stuff I came up with, but given the history of the title, I was simply living up to it. First blood matches, Last Man Standing, No DQ’s, matches where it could be anywhere in the building and a pin would count. It didn’t matter if it was in the ring, or in the shower.


Emily continues down the street as the camera does look across the street and one can see the main entrance into Central Park for Emily lives straight across from the park. Finally it focuses back on Emily.


Tyler I saw what you had to say and….did you not bother to go back and even LOOK at my previous matches? Did you even bother to go back and at least watch the match I had with Paige. I mean I wish you would go back further and watch say….six of my matches, but even just one would hopefully be the last one. Because you see, I didn’t keep this title and set up matches that a normal wrestler, even someone who was barely starting, could win. Oh I sat and watched and you had all kinds of comments, little tidbits for Fathi and about his open invitational and this and that about you and him. Which, normally, I might not think or say the best of the guy but here is perhaps…..hell I don’t know, maybe the first time but I hope he beats your ass into the ground. Not only so he can win, but because I’ll just beat your ass  even into the ground. You’re all focused on him, and I’m like some after thought. Oh Tyler…..if you only knew the mistake you’re making.


Actually Tyler, I’m hoping you’re thinking “oh she didn’t watch my match.” I watched it and you may think that the fans are like “oh wow he won!” it’s a good thing you have them. You might ask why I say that. Because, and I’m pretty sure there’s no love lost with Fathi but Tyler, you might have won the title, but you didn’t pin the right person. What the hell Dark Tiger was doing in that match, besides be filler, only thing they accomplished is helping you win it. It should have been you and Fathi, one on one, and he should have won. I actually fully watched what he said today about you, and….for the first time in perhaps EVER I wanted to cheer him on. But then, I wish I could tell the guy that Tyler Cross? He’ll make some stupid ass comment of but I’m facing Emily, I can’t do it. Why not Tyler? Why not take on Fathi and then me? I have thoughts on it, and perhaps hell is about crusted over with a couple feet of ice, but I WANT you to take him on. You proclaim to be so great, prove it. Take his challenge of the cage match. Lets see how great you are.


Emily stops before a building and looks up. She seems to think of something but instead of going in, she keeps on walking.


But, to Fathi, sorry he has to face me first, and I have a feeling he’ll think it’s going to be a walk in the park. But now I’m bringing it all and he’ll be doing well to survive my onslaught with no blemishes. Because I plan on beating the living shit out of him.


Tyler I mean those words. If you look at my previous matches I never backed down. Hell, go ask Paige about her meeting with me. That match….lasted for what seemed like an eternity but every moment I brought everything I had in me. Yes she beat me and yes it hurt to lose a title I held for 3 years, a title that was always associated with my name. I was adding to its rich history from the moment when a woman by the name of Amy Chastaine won it nearly 15 years ago. It went through just TWO federations….one was FTWO, the other? SCW. I know the names of those who held it, all men and women, a fair portion who went on to bigger and better things, or they retired either because of injuries, or they decided they’d like to see a lot more of their families. But year after year this title has persevered and it’s been here since the day SCW opened its doors.


Before you say ok, so what it was all that I realized that I know that because of part research, part …well holding it and having person after person try to even take it from me and failing.


Emily stands there, looking in the window, and people sitting at tables can be seen enjoying their food and drink.


Something else Tyler that unfortunately has to be said. You say you’re with the Empire now and there is a simple thing I have to ask, or actually I need to go to Neela and demand. If Empire interferes in ANY in our match, that you lose. You heard me say it Tyler. You see if they interfere and you win because of that, tell me how’s that fair? How a group of….hell 30 or so people going against me, that I can’t win. But then if anyone of Empire does try  to stick their nose in this match….let’s just say I have the money to ask everyone else in the locker room to be there to watch my back. Hell, I’ll go to a man who would love nothing more to beat the sht out of you. I’m talking about Fathi, who’s wrestling is stellar and who would like me to step aside and make whatever is left you suffer and I’ll just smile. Heaven knows I never thought I would say I’d side with the man, but uttered hatred of a common enemy can make for strange bedfellows. So Fathi, if you see this….yes, we might want to normally kill each other on any given day, but this time it might be worth it to take out a common idiot that we hate. Also I love your idea for the cage match, and if Tyler has any balls, if he really wants people to believe he’s all bad ass and has balls the size of cantaloupes, I would think he’d accept your challenge. Just know I’m going to get him first. But I’ll be making sure the referee doesn’t make a bogus call in your cage match.


Emily looks directly at the camera.


Tyler you have no fucking idea who you’re facing. I’m not some soft, easy Barbie doll. I am ruthless, I’m not afraid to inflict pain, and I’m not above ending your career. I know ways and methods to take you out of the business so that the truly dedicated become the true members of SCW, and those are the ones champions come from. You pinned Dark Tiger, someone my little brother could beat, so don’t be all high and mighty, you essentially beat a rock. But this time, you’re going against the big kids, you’re going against someone who doesn’t like to fail, but then I won’t fail against you.


These moments Tyler….are the last moments before you meet someone who would love to end your career here and now.


Emily walks into the cafe, the warm air streaming out in a cloud of steam. The camera pans back as it fades to black.


Creed vs Kennedy vs Cortez Alternative Championship Match

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* Our camera opens to a man on a ladder. we see on the ground that there is snow. the tall man is wearing a black beanie on his head, a long blue sleeved shirt and dark blue pants with black sneakers. the man is very tall and looks to be hanging lights on the top of the house. our camera crew then approach the man followed by calling out to him.*

Camera man: Mr.Creed..Mr.Creed were scw camera crew you were told beforehand to expect our arrival.

* The tall man gently turns himself around on the ladder and looks towards them. he smirks and then walks down the ladder one step at a time until he reaches the ground. He then approaches them. We see his shirt says Detroit Tigers established 1894 on the chest. *

Mr.Creed: Hey boys, welcome to Detroit. Just being a good son and hanging my mom’s lights for her. Glad you got here before i was done, otherwise i wouldn’t be here and boy is it annoying going somewhere expecting to meet someone there and then they’re not there. That’s really aggravating. wouldn’t you agree?

They nod.

Mr.Creed: Know what else is aggravating? Don’t answer that. that was rhetorical. but in my case it’s not what is aggravating. But who. And that who goes by the name of Emily Desmond. A person who was supposed to face Paige Lewis for the alternative title but got sick and couldn’t. not my fault. not Dario’s. not Bk’s. not anybody’s. Now i am going to take a page from one of my opponents in this match. that person being Dario and that is i plead ignorance in not knowing about the fact that you can defend this title in any kind of match. That’s great. Like Dario said i was backstage with him when Emily said what she said. We didn’t know. but overall who gives a shit.. That camera on?

* The camera man nods. Creed then looks at the camera.*

Mr.Creed: You know Emily, you shouldn’t bitch and moan like you did at domination. I mean, it makes you look even less appealing than you do right now. Matter of fact you shouldn’t be running down Dario and myself after all If either of us wins, we get to defend the belt against you. you still get your championship match, just not against Paige Lewis. But let me be frank, you wouldn’t beat her anyway. Did you see what the hell Brian Kennedy who’s a bad man, surely you saw the hell that he put her thru..and she managed not to just beat him.but she survived him. Now that did come at a price, because no one leaves a match against Brian Kennedy the same way they came in. She should know she had already faced him more than once. She should have expected something like that. But YOU, you don’t have to go thru the humiliation of losing The Alternative championship match against Paige and her extending her streak of still being The Alternative Champion.

You know i actually expect you to inject yourself into our match. Because that’s the kind of person you are, aren’t you Emily Desmond. It’s sad that your the person who’s in the main event. Now enough about you and on to my two opponents. First up Dario..Dario you know the reason The Empire looked your way was due to me. I spoke up for you. i said hey, look his way. And your right. your not my height, my weight. one thing you left out, you damn sure aren’t as strong as i am. you know i can knock your ass out with one punch. Now i’ll hand it to you, you are, if you will, a Mr.Hyde in that ring. You love making people tap..that..that my friend is what you love. And you know you’ve never made me do it..and you never will. Yes you are a fighter. but your a prideful one, and that’s what i love to do, i love to take prideful people and demolish ’em. There’s a reason my finisher is called The Pride Killer. You said that you knew what to expect with me. I’ve got me some new moves and i haven’t hit anyone with my Pounce, nor have i had a chance to make anyone tap out to my Detroit Strangler. Maybe you or Brian will be the first.

* He breathes out of his nose. *

Did you hear me say that Brian? I respect the hell out of you. But i have no qualms about making you tap out or knock you out and pin either of you. We know Dario wants that belt. But i want it just as bad. We all know that your a bad man. hell that’s one of the reasons that i teamed up with you and why we made The Empire and all three of us know why your in this match, it’s not because you want to be here is it? Like Dario said it was a smart move. She believes that if we go at each other like she knows we can that it’ll drive a big wedge in the empire . but her plan will fail because all three of us are better than that. we’ve all held gold. we all know what it takes to get gold. we all know what it takes to hold on to that gold. The Alternative Championship will be in the empire and it won’t leave it for a long time. All of us will do what it takes to hold on to that gold once it’s with the empire. I know you want a bounce back win. But it won’t come in this match because i am in it. You, Dario you’ll probably come for my legs. it’s what i’d do. but i have been working ’em and other parts of me out. they are as strong as they have ever been. Our scw fans are going to see just what Mr.Creed can do. Now i say this, not with cockiness, not with Pridefulness but, bring it on. Well short of Emily showing up and causing things to go awry that is. Otherwise i believe that it is I who will be walking out as the New SCW Alternative Champion. See you then. You may now leave camera crew. i need to get these lights done so get ‘ta steppin’.

* Mr.Creed goes back to the ladder and starts walking up it as the camera fades to black. *

Dario Arturo Cortez vs Mr.Creed vs Brian Kennedy 4 SCW Alternative Title

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* The scw camera crew opens as we see none other than Dario Arturo Cortez sitting on a chair that is turned backwards as we see the back of the chair facing us. There is a spotlight on him that is just bright enough to allow the camera to show him to our viewers. we can make out that he is wearing a plain white shirt. he is wearing a cross and his bottoms . He looks like he is wearing a pair of blue pants with a green belt. He lengs forward. His European accent (being born and raised in Madrid, Spain and all.) kicks in as he speaks.

Finally.. the third person is revealed. And that person much like myself and Mr.Creed is a member of The Empire, of course it is. * he smirks* As the saying goes “Hell Knoweth no fury, like that of a woman scorn.”. anyone with half a brain and that saw our last pay per view knows why empire member Brian Kennedy was selected. Of course it could be said that anyone, would be scorn if someone broke their arm. But what better way to get back at that person than by putting the person that injured you in a match against two of the people that are in the same group as he is. Smart move.

First I hope that my two opponents do not see this as a sign of disrespect, that is not my intention here. However I wish to address someone whose name is not Mr. Creed or Brian Kennedy. And that person’s name is Emily Desmond. Yes, the same Emily Desmond who was to take on Paige Lewis for the alternate title but got sick and thus management decided to remove you from that match and put the alternative title in the battle royal that took place at scw’s pay per view Domination.

Now Emily let me clear the air about something. I was not aware that the Alternative champion gets to decide what match that they will defend the title in. As you know I am new here and that information was not shared with me. So therefore I plead ignorance on my part as it is the truth. After all, I have nothing to gain in lying and that is the main reason why one lies.  After all, overall I care little to nothing about your opinion of myself. I cannot speak for everyone who was in that battle royal for the titles that were put on the line but I do not care that you were not able to, as tragic as it may be to not face Paige Lewis for it in a match at the pay per view. Now both Mr.Creed and myself were in the back at the same time and we did hear you. I understand your point about talking about how you and perhaps the others here do not care to hear about how Creed and I have already faced each other in other places.

he nods

However, I will speak of a place from my past. ONCE more BECAUSE (not yelling, emphasizing ) it brings up a point. And that is when you brought to light the alternative’s ability to be defended in any match of the champions choosing it reminded the both of us of another title that we have both held that did the exact same thing. to which I had the longest run of. it would later be combined with the company’s united states title and BOTH titles would be defended in the same match at the same time. it did not matter which title was billed as being defended, both were always on the line. However if you were billed as defending the united states title , the other title’s.. ability, if you will, was not to be used in the match. What is my point? I am not only used to defending two titles, BUT this is the type of belt that I am used to.

(pause for dramatic effect)

This type of title is the type of title that I thrive in defending. it matters not who i am taking on for it. one person i know what to expect from. the other i have seen what he can do but i have not faced. I may not have the height and weight of Mr. Creed nor the body of Brian Kennedy but one knows to NEVER count out Dario Arturo Cortez and the other wants to see what i can do. well he will not just see it but he will feel it as well. he will experience it first hand.  And to answer the question that will no doubt come up, Why? Why wait so long to speak about what Emily had to say to myself and Mr.Creed at the pay per view? that actually has two answers.

Why bother speaking of something that I have little to say about when I do not have to. In addition to that, Waiting to cut a promo until after the third person was revealed for those of you who are paying attention,  is my second reason. and a plus at the same time.

* He smirks*

And now on to my opponents, Mr. Creed. Your word along with my body of work in our last company that we were a part of weighed in my favor in joining The Empire. I have already given you my thanks so do not bother bringing it up. And at the risk of sounding repetitive will not bring up our past except to say since i have faced you before, i do know what to expect..Though i know to never underestimate someone who stands at over seven feet tall and ninety percent of the time has a bad attitude  I also know that you are smart enough to know that you cannot always depend on the height and weight alone to win a match. let alone a title match.

Brian Kennedy we all saw how you were just beating down Paige Lewis, we all saw just how you were closing in on attaining the world title not just for yourself but for the empire as well..and then we all saw how you just let it slide from your hands. It was as if you had oil on your hands and the title was just slowly slipping down your hands until eventually the title slid right off of them. YET you want to see what I am made of. Let not this cool demeanor that you see before you fool you. Once I get in that ring and the bell sounds, this calm, cool demeanor you see will vanish and much like in the book written by Robert Louis Stevenson the book in question, Dr.Jekyll and Mr.Hyde, Mr. Hyde will emerge. And regardless of the outcome the question that you have of, is Dario Arturo Cortez the sort of man who is suited to be a part of The Empire will be answered. As a matter of fact, the answer will be beaten into you. Do you understand me, do you understand the words that are coming out of my mouth? Even if that answer is No, you will understand by the answers my Fists * he clinches his left fist as he raises it up to the camera’s level.*  give you. I am aware that i have a mouth on me. However I can , have and will back it up, not just in this match but in every future match that i am booked in. BECAUSE  * He takes the first finger of his right hand and points it to the camera.*

I AM..Dario Arturo Cortez and I * he looks intently into the camera* AM..A..Fighter.

* He stands up and walks away leaving just the chair and the light along with the camera crew in the room. the camera then fades to black. *


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{On Camera}


The moon hangs high in the sky, crescent.


Stars litter the remaining black blanket.  The luminescence from the moon and stars are the only lights.  Below the moon and stars is a swath of dirt.  Somewhere in the distance the sound of a coyote howling breaks the quiet.


Tilting down the cameras are switched to a camera on the ground.  A man emerges from the distance.  As he comes closer his hooded robe can be seen.  His face is obscured.  As the man approaches, buildings begin to shimmer into existence.


Brick buildings with wooden railing begin to emerge as if being born.  Horse tracks begin to appear in the dirt road.  A large wooden structure rises from nothing, a scaffolding emerges on top of the structure with a rope dangling, opposite the man in the hood. The man in the hooded robe begins to speak.


Dark Tiger…”


He laughs


You think you are dark, that’s funny.”


The hooded man walks towards the gallow


I know you see the illustrious illusion I have carefully constructed. The two of us face each other in Lubbock Texas. Texas…”


He takes in a deep breathe.


Texas was well known for its public hangings, lynching and general executions. When that bell rings, I much like Doc Emmett Brown, will take the S-C-W crowd back in time when I become the executioner.


A flash of lightning comes across the sky. The moon and stars are darkened out and the screen goes pitch black. As the stars and moon re-emerge we find Sickle standing on the platform, in front of the noose. Sickle faces the camera and continues.


These people may not know you.” He says ominously “But, I know you or rather I knew you and I beat you. Do you recall our encounter in O-C-W-A?


A malicious chuckle resonates from Sickle.


Not only did you lose at Domination but you were dominated. Ultimately you were the one pinned. Meanwhile I won my match over several other superstars.


Thunder rolls in the distance. Sickle holds up his arms as if inviting the thunder. He drops his arms as he resumes.


You know better than most what I used to be like and undoubtedly you can see I am far more cunning, conniving and sinister than I ever was. You couldn’t beat me then and you won’t beat me now. Matter of fact…”


He pauses as clouds roll in


“…you should pray that I want to win this match. If I decide it isn’t worth my effort I might let you win via disqualification before I make sure you never step foot in a ring again. Whether I win one on the books or your blood, my triumph will be the only thing etched in stone at the end of this match.


Sickle wraps the noose around his own neck and tightens it slightly before continuing.


Remember Tigger, while some nightmares have no faces some are all too…”


The lever flips and Sickles body drops. His voice comes booming from above.


“…REAL and I AM the Lucid Nightmare!




The end game

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Brian is seen sitting in front of a fireplace with the book sitting in his lap he is dressed in a robe, a t-shirt and some sleep pants you can tell that he’s ready to unwind for the evening.

Brian: Hey babe, what do you think about us going to the city tomorrow and looking at some other houses. Maybe go stop and look at that car that you were wanting to look at to?

Melissa: Sounds great.

Melissa comes in, sits down on Brian’s lap. She looks at him in his eyes. She can tell he isn’t there really. Only thinking about this final show down between him and Paige. She has felt lonely since he started back at SCW. All he does is meetings and training for his plans on dominating SCW. She doesn’t get why Brian is the way he is when it comes to that company. Meanwhile Brian is only focused on the top prize of SCW, The World Title. A belt that Paige holds to this very day. A woman that has taken him twice. But, the third show down isn’t going the way Paige thinks it will go. He is ready for anything. Even Fathi and his twisted view on reality. One time Brian viewed him as a brother. Now he is just another foe that he has to watch out for.

Melissa: What are you thinking about right now?

Brian: It would only make you mad if I told you. Does it really matter anymore? You’ve already made it clear that you’re talking about moving out so what do you really want from me because SCW is my only focus right now. By the way, you’re gonna get mad, but a film crew is going to be here anytime.

Melissa gets up and walks out the room, taking a drink coaster tossing it threw the glass on his trophy case. Brian smirks as he just made up his mind.

ON Camera

Brian is seen wearing the some pajamas. He has a rolled blunt in his mouth. He just lights it, taking a few tokes, as he looks at the camera. A few moments pass before Brian finally speaks, the silence was odd and eerie.

Brian: Paige, I already know that you’re planning on coming on, saying some comments or some lines of bullshit, trying to make yourself look better before this match comes. You have already made it clear that you underestimate me and my abilities. But as I’ve already said that was your biggest mistake, the truth is I’m expecting one of us to have a career ending injury in this match.

He takes a few more tokes before putting the blunt out. Saving the rest for later.

There’s a few questions that’s been rolling around my head since you come one and cut your first promo. One of the questions is, will you do what is necessary to keep ahold of that Title? Because, I’m planning on doing whatever it takes to walk out that arena victorious! I’m willing to go the extra mile to show that your underestimation of me will be the downfall of the legacy of Paige Lewis!

He pauses for a moment.

You wanna talk about how I tried to discredit Jessica and her achievements in this company you’re sadly mistaken. Honestly I’m very proud of the things that Jessica’s done and yes she has proven that you are able to be beaten. This has given me my drive, you think that I’m not man enough, or a great enough wrestler to do the unthinkable, to be the second person to ever beat Paige Lewis.

And you know what at this point Jessica has nothing to do with this match. And you know what I haven’t been talking about or bragging about the past everything I’ve done been talking about is in the present in the future and that’s going to be me being the world champion soon enough!

The seven circles of hell, I’m glad you went into detail about what this match entails and you know what I’m actually glad that Emily caught COVID-19 and can’t compete because, then there’s no reason for you to sit there and say that you were tired or worn out from the prior match. I get you at 100% versus me at 100%! And you know what, it doesn’t matter where we end up only thing that matters at the end of this match I am victorious standing over a beaten and battered Paige Lewis.

The truth of the matter is we’re both going to lay it all out in the ring. I know you’re not a jobber I know you are a great athlete! But you underestimating my abilities is going to be the ultimate downfall for you Paige. You see you seem to think that you’re some gladiator or demigod that can’t lose! Well I’m going to be the person to show you that you can lose in you will lose come domination.

We both know that I do what’s good for business and was good for business is me coming and taking the strap. Making it mine like it should have been, ever since Brian won it and then wanted to act like a scared little punk and not give me my just do on that rematch.

The clock is ticking and the time is running out and the time for words are over page I’ll see you in the ring at domination and when I win well we’ll see what happens next.

The scene fades to a Empire logo

Starting back from the bottom

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Outside of a hotel in Memphis a dark green Wrangler pulls up. Hopping out of the drivers seat is Hex Girl wearing her signature half cape over a comfortable traveling outfit of jeans and a loose top. She tosses her keys off to the valet and heads inside. A small crew from SCW is waiting for her in the lobby. 
“Hex Girl can we get a moment of your time?” The reporter calls out to her as they rush towards her. She looks over and shrugs. “I guess you can annoy me for a minute. What do you want?” 
“Well we’ve had a little trouble catching up to you. Your hometown isn’t easy to find.” The reporter starts. 

“Obviously your GPS needs an update then.” She rolled her eyes as she checked in with the front desk. “Look if you have a point, I suggest you make it.” She turns her attention back to the reporter. 

“Yes, ma’am. You made quite an impact with your entrance at the last show and now you are scheduled for your first match here in SCW. Are you concerned facing someone so much larger than you?” He rapidly rattles off hoping not to annoy the infamous redhead too much. 

“You really just asked that.” She shook her head. “I have faced bigger. It doesn’t matter if I win or not against him. Because I am here for one single purpose and that is to make sure that every fan who is  present gets what they paid for. They paid to see a show and whether it’s my blood and sweat painting the canvas or my opponents at the end of the match. The fans will get their money’s worth. I don’t have to be the best. I just have to make sure it’s done right.” She then turns back to the desk attendant grabbing her key card. “Your minute is up.” She walks away. 

War Journal: Chapter 6

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4:23 AM

Sitting in her favorite rocking chair, Paige Lewis held the baby as he dozed and drank from his bottle. Slowly letting gravity rock them back and forth, Paige worked to keep herself awake. The small boy her arms had woken up to cry, needing his nappy changed as well as to be fed. Her mother sat with her, working on a piece, having picked up crocheting recently. After a while, when the boy had finished feeding, Paige repositioned him, and held him up against her shoulder and tapped his back gently, so as to burp him.

Paige: Mum…did you have time to speak to father about what I asked?

Pamela Lewis: I did. He wants to see the house first. He does wonder why you don’t just finance the difference.

Paige: I’d much rather pay you two back, than deal with the bank.

Pamela quietly laughed now. The house Paige wanted to buy was over in Kent, and sat on about three quarters of an acre. Lots of yard and nicely spaced inside. A nice home for her to raise her son in, she thought. Living close to the city was nice, but she wanted a change of scenery. She had decided that she would look for a bigger house further out, and keep her home in Croydon for when she had a late flight in, or was hanging out in the city with her friends.

Pamela: I do wish you’d think about your future now. I’m very proud of you, my dear, but that career of yours may cripple you with an infant, or the other way around. You’ve got to pick one.

Paige winced; she knew this talk had been coming ever since she got the call about SCW reopening. Without hesitation, she had agreed to return. Even with a small child, Paige wanted to go out and perform. Her mother did not approve.

Paige: Mum…why can’t I do both?

Within seconds, Paige knew she’d opened a can of worms, but it was too late. Her mother went on, at length, about why she should choose her career or her child. This was ridiculous to Paige, as she knew she could do both.



The two girls absolutely doted on the small boy, taking turns holding him, rocking him, and making various little sounds to make him smile. He didn’t seem to enjoy the plane ride much, but after landing at Hopkins, he brightened up quite a bit as the Maybach Pullman cruised towards their destination. The drive didn’t take long, and her host was waiting as the car arrived. Paige gathered up her baby boy and stepped out, being pulled into a tight embrace. With a serious look on her face, her host spoke.

Host: Let’s begin.

A while later, after the girls had been taught how to hold him, Paige left her son with them and followed her host into the study, where the camera was already set up. Paige had gone back outside and gathered up her belts, and after adjusting them, she began.

Paige Lewis: So, Brian Kennedy has finally spoken. And unsurprisingly, he wants to brag about the past and what he has done elsewhere. Here’s the thing, mate. We’re not in XPW, we’re not in the NCW, we’re not in UHW, we’re not in PWO, or any other place you’ve been that you want to brag about. I’m sure you did very well for yourself in those places. But right now, none of that matters. Let me show you what matters.

Now, Paige held up the SCW World Heavyweight Championship.

Paige: This is what matters. The twenty pounds of gold, the strap, the heavyweight championship. The be all, end all, of what we do in this industry. Aside from a period of 77 days, I have held this championship since its inception. I have currently held this championship for three and a half years, since I regained it after defeating your tag team partner Jessica Tendonin, on March 17th, 2018. Since SCW: Reunion, there has been one constant in the SCW, and that is Paige Lewis.

Brian, you think you’re a pillar of this company? Let’s be honest about something. Your friendship with the former owner of SCW afforded you a quick shot at the SCW Championship a decade ago. I earned my shot in a tournament, and then I went to war for an hour with Drew Stevenson to become the first SCW World Heavyweight Champion. You’ve been trying to get back to the top since you returned, and you just can’t quite get it done, can you? These days, you seem to only win matches in SCW when tagging up with superiors like Jessica and Requiem. Speaking of Jessica…

Just now, the host stepped into the frame aside Paige Lewis, her red hair almost aflame as the light from the window caught it from behind. Paige looked up at Jessica before continuing.

Paige: Brian, you have managed to remain somewhat relevant in SCW since the reopening, purely because of your tag team partners. This woman beside me? You would compare YOUR accolades in SCW against hers? This woman has literally held every championship SCW has had to offer, and is an SCW Hall of Famer. She’s the ONLY Grand Slam Champion in SCW history, and the ONLY Triple Crown Champion.  I think I’m unbeatable? Brian, I’ve already been relieved of that misconception. And it was by THIS woman, whom I’ve just said holds achievements you can only dream of in this company.

Brian, you had ONE chance of somehow beating me, and that was relying on me being worn out from my match with Emily Desmond. Well, as I’m sure you’ve heard the news, that match has been postponed. Now, you have to contend with me at 100%. Ask yourself, honestly…can you do it? You did get one thing painfully right, though, mate. You are one half of the longest reigning tag team champions in SCW history. But this is not a tag team match. You won’t be able to rely on Jessica or your new little crew. This is you and me, one on one.

Now, the blonde adjusted her belt before continuing.

Paige: Let’s talk about the match. You think I chose this type of match to scare you? You’re a grown man, Brian. You should be able to do better than that. I chose this match, because each type is more brutal than the last. I’ve competed in ladder matches, TLC matches, coffin matches, ambulance matches, Ironman matches. I’ve never competed in a match like this.

First, one of us has to pin the other. Simple, right? Next, submissions only. Now, I’m sure none of us will forget the brutal Submission only match between Emily Desmond and Alzy Hawkshaw a while back. Next, someone has to bleed, by any means necessary. And now we’ve reached the fun part, eh? Falls Count Anywhere! I must say, I’m looking forward to that. Do you remember a few years ago when Adatu Urakih faced Veronica Rodriguez, also known as Fury, in a Falls Count Anywhere match, and Speared her through a second story window, pinned her, and then limped her way back into the arena to compete in, and WIN, the very next match and become the SCW Alternative Champion?

Where will we end up, I wonder. Perhaps I’ll pin you in the stands? Make you tap out in the parking lot? And then…no disqualifications. Brian, I’m looking forward to that, I really am. I’m going to have my way with you like a cheap, back alley sex worker, might even stuff five quid in my tights so I can tip you when I’m done. Now, we have the first test of endurance, a no finisher match. Brian, I know that War Cry finisher of yours has put away some tough opponents in the past, but can you get it done without it?

And finally, my personal favorite…Last Person Standing. I know it says last MAN standing, but let’s face it, Brian, at this point of the night, it truly could be either of us. Now, let’s talk about that. At this point, assuming we’ve been through six progressively brutal matches, we must now put each other down so hard that the other can’t answer a 10 count. Brian, in addition to facing me yourself, you’ve also seen me compete. Have you seen anyone keep me down for that long?

The champion took the belt off her shoulder now and began tracing it, a fond smile on her face.

Paige: Brian, I have beaten everyone I’ve faced. Even Emily Desmond fell before me. Emily Desmond and Jessica Tendonin are amongst the toughest people I have faced in this business, and I beat them both. Have you beaten one of them, let alone both? I’ve realized something, Brian. I’m David and Goliath, all in one. I’m the giant and the giant slayer. I’m a question that you don’t have an answer for. And at Domination, I will, once again, show the world why Paige Lewis is the toughest bitch to walk through the SCW. Domination, what an appropriate name, because that is what I have done, and it will be the word used to define my career when the times.

And now, I have someone who, when he is old enough, will look back at old footage, and he will know…his mum was the hardest bitch in SCW for YEARS. You see, while you were off winning titles in other organizations so that you had something to brag about, I had a kid and even began training for cage fighting. Never got to the cage, as when SCW came calling, I told them without hesitation I’d be there. My mother tells me I need to choose one; my family or my career. I’m now faced with the same walls most women with a career and child are faced with. But the difference is, I had already shattered that glass ceiling, I’m already on top. I know mothers everywhere will relate to being felt like they have to choose. So Brian, if the question is my son, my beautiful baby boy…or the SCW World Heavyweight Championship, which I have worked for YEARS to make mean something? Understand, I CAN and WILL have BOTH OF THEM!

Paige grinned now, her head slightly tilted, shoulders spread as she placed the SCW World Heavyweight Championship on her left shoulder as Jessica beamed at her. The video then faded to nothing.

Art of Memento Mori

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Art of Memento Mori


The scene opens with a sky view of a swamp.


The green is intermixed with the mirky bluish waters.  A crescent moon hangs over the swamp land below.  A man in a black hooded robe walks between the vine covered trees. His feet cannot be seen, not a single print in the mud or a moved leaf is seen.


Lowering down the camera changes view points from sky view to pan the scene around the man on the ground.  The man ceases to move.  His head lifts but no face can be seen, even under the luminescence of the moon.


As he speaks it is as if his voice echoes.  It is a low, deep, monotonous and yet enchanting voice that comes from him.


“For the point of brevity I will say that most of those watching this know me as Sickle. Some have questioned this name and my choice of attire as if these things have some relevance. But, I will address these nonetheless.  For the schmucks I will begin first by simply saying the name Sickle was not one I chose but one that came upon me when I underwent the lobotomy all those years ago. It was not given to me by any person but came into my mind.”


An owl can be heard in the distance but Sickle continues unheeded.


“I chose them in the sense that my hand picked them. But, I was to my attire like a moth to a flame. I was to my attire as a white country Texan might be to cowboy boots.”


Crickets chirping rises in volume.


“Now that these frivolous matters have been addressed perhaps we might discuss this match. I know many of you younger men like Creed and Cortes do not know who I am and have not bothered to do your research.  Have you wondered why so many of the veterans of this company have been slow to mention my name?”


A spine tingling laughter slithers forth from the void of his head before he continues


“Win or lose no one leaves a match after facing me ever truly the same. I must say I am a bit disappointed that my old running mate Scott Stonewall would dismiss me so quickly by failing to even address me or perhaps he was hoping that I would not enter this little battle royal. I am not a man to be trifled with.”


A gator comes forth from the swamp and the camera man runs and hides behind Sickle. Sickle walks towards the gator and kneels with one knee beside the gator, turning to face the camera petting the gator as he keeps going as if it was but a puppy.


“It is common in this industry to receive a few sobriquet along the way. I have received many over the years like lucid nightmare or gothic icon but in my later years I received two new ones that I was rather fond of, the vile one and the wrestling ankou.”


Sickle gets off his knee and motions with his right hand for the gator to go away and it walks away from the camera man and Sickle.


“I AM Vile!” Sickle declares “I am not only unpleasant but by the morales and ethics of the average man I am nothing short of depraved if not downright evil.  I make the most despicable men in this industry seem relatable by comparison. I have no morals because I never learned them. I have no conscience perhaps because I never developed it or perhaps it was drilled out in the lobotomy. Take this upcoming match, as an example, I will come in and if I can get away with it I will strangle someone with the bare wires of the uncovered ropes until children in the audience are crying and women are cringing.  I will rip flesh with my nails and break bones like I am playing a recital. I am not here to be liked. I do not care if people agree with what I have done, will do or am in the process of doing. I have more titles in my years than I can even begin to remember.”


He begins to move towards the camera.  The camera lowers accidentally and not a single foot print appears below him in the muddy land. 


“One of you asked if my mask or my clothes should scare you. My answer is simply no. If anything you should think of my mask as a courtesy. I am letting you know upfront that I AM a monster. For the cretins that are unfamiliar with the ankou term I will gladly explain. A few years back now someone said after watching one of my matches that not only do I take the appearance of an ankou which is the British grim reaper but that in my in ring mentality I appear to be draining my opponents of their soul as each minute passes.”


Sickle begins to rise up from the ground. His voice amplifies


“While my appearance may resemble the grim reaper, I promise you that you will wish I came to end your physical existence when I am done. I know that it is not eternal torment that people truly fear.  The Kabbalah teaches that before even a single thought was part of the universe there was the nothingness or ayin.  It is that ayin that people truly fear.  It is the darkness, the void. I come not just to introduce you to pain and suffering but more than that to introduce you to the ayin.  When you are in the ring with me you will face not just me but yourself.  I will lead you to the void of your own consciousness and you will face your own evil and enter the mental geheinom. I am not just despicable. I am not just vile. I am not just an ankou.  I am an artist and in this battle royal I will go medieval and resurrect the memento mori.  I will remind the audience and my opposition that death awaits them.  I come not to entertain but horrify.  I come not to inspire but to cause pause. I come not to win but to conquer.  I come not to fulfill or galvanize a dream but to show a realistic nightmare for while some nightmares have no faces…”

The camera zooms on the area where Sickle’s face should be before backing out again.

“Some are…all…too…REAL!” 

As Sickle says the word ‘real’ the moon darkens and the sounds of screams and cries can be heard.  As the darkness dissipates and the moonlight returns Sickle is gone and the scene fades out.


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{Off Camera}

Memphis, Tennessee

Scott stands in a far room of his Germantown home.  When he bought the house, he had planned from the beginning on using one of the spare rooms to display all his former championships.  Utilizing glass display cases he had set up stands in each individual section to hold his titles.  NCW had closed.  It was not shortly afterwards that he had been signed to Supreme Championship Wrestling.

Of course, he had not been formally put into a match. But, there was an open battle royal match at the pay per view in Gainesville, Florida.  Anyone that won would get a number one contendership at any title he chose. Scott just wasn’t sure he wanted to enter that. 

There it all was before him.  A platinum title, tag team titles, hardcore titles all assembled in this room.  But, what was the point now? What was there left to prove? What is the point?

Scott snickered. 

NCW was supposed to be the finale, the last rodeo.  The closing of NCW wasn’t just another company closing, not to Scott. It was the closing of an opportunity.  The opportunity to prove that he could still climb to the top of the company.  He could enter the battle royal and get a number one contender shot. He was going to be there anyways.  He would just decide later.

A couple weeks later at a compound outside of Jacksonville, Florida

The compound has a large wire fence around the multiple acre lot with a small green building in the front. Around the back area Scott Stonewall was standing shirtless with a barbell sitting in front of him on the ground. Just past the barbell is a stand up, full body, mirror.  Bending his knees Scott grabs the barbell with both hands bringing it to waist level before switching his hand placement and pushing it up and up over his head before switching his hand placement again and lowering the barbell to his waist before carefully placing it back down again.  He repeated the process eleven more times. As Scott places the barbell back down the eleventh time he steps away from the mirror and the barbell. 

No one is around.  Most of the guys had gone to get supplies for the next few weeks but some had regular jobs they did.  For at least a few more hours it was just Scott Stonewall. Scott began pacing to catch his breath before he began the next set. He stared at the man in the mirror.  

Scott struck a few poses to emphasize his biceps before standing up straight to show his four pack. But, it was undeniable that sitting over those muscles was old stretched out skin.

‘How much longer can I do this?’ he thought to himself, ‘Others have done it. Granted the mainstream didn’t have many but there were some who not only entered the ring but were still a legitimate threat. One that only ceased recently because of a sudden case of death was Gypsy Joe. That old fuck was a badass from the time he laced up a pair of wrestling boots.’

“Hey old man some guys with cameras and a white van are outside the gate.”

Scott turned from the mirror to look at the man, Blue.  Blue was an older guy that almost looked like he could pass for a double of Sam Elliott.  Of course, Blue had more like the Sam Elliott in Roadhouse look with the wiry hair and lean body but the hair was more gray than white and not as thick. His skin is also a bit more stretched out. 

Scott laughs

“Yeah they are probably the camera crew from S-C-W.” Scott explains “Let them in”

Blue nods and walks away

“And how the fuck you going to call me old man when you are a decade older than me you fucking dinosaur?”

He laughs

“Yeah but I don’t look like a steroid injected, glassless, tattooed George Burns” Blue replies without even turning around.

Scott chuckles before going back to the weights.  

Almost ten minutes later

A white van with Starstruck Championship Wrestling written on the side pulls up.  The driver gets out and another guy comes out of the sliding door.  The two men walk over to Scott.  

“Would you prefer a mini microphone?”


Several minutes later after testing the camera equipment.

{On Camera}

Scott is sitting on a workout bench on the concrete behind the building of the compound. Scott has a toboggan hat on over his head, his shirt is black with a battle axe in the upper right corner with a nordic dragon wrapped around it.  On the right shoulder of the shirt is a nordic ship with a dragon helm. On the back of the shirt is a viking warrior with his axe and shield with a nordic dragon behind him.  Above the warrior are the words: “When my time comes I will sing my death song” and below the warrior are the words: “and die like a warrior going home” His pants are military style tactical pants tucked into black combat boots. Scott doesn’t even bother to stand up but sneers as he looks at the camera before turning away and then turning back.

Scott Stonewall: Lotta folk been runnin’  they mouth…

He stands up and walks towards the camera.

Scott Stonewall: These mother fuckin sorry sons of bitches assumed that I going to enter this rumble just because I am signed with S-C-W

Spitting in disgust he continues

Scott Stonewall: So, lemme clear up some thangs.  First of all as it concerns my lil’ buddy Fathi…

Scott gets his face up on the camera lens.

Scott Stonewall: Call me Islamaphobic, homophobic, misogynist because I hate the religion of Islam and left wing radical communist left wing mother fuckers BUT Fathi is not just my student and a friend but despite his personal views and his religious views he has SOUTHERN blood running through his veins so while he has not contacted me yet I can guaran-fucking-tee that if he asks me to come to ringside to put those Empire bitches in their place I will be there like a Sunday dinner. 

The camera turns to face a different side and Scott turns slightly to remain facing the camera but backs up a little bit as he continues.

Scott Stonewall: Now for those of you new bitches touting Empire talking about how badass they are like Creed, Dario, Stalker and whoever the fuck else you better back the fuck up when it comes to me.  While I may not have been in it for very long I was one of the first to ever roll under the Empire banner back in 2007.  When I realized them mother fuckers had no interest in their members but it was all about holding Brian up I stepped out but not before laying Brian’s ass out in the locker room with a boot to the face.  Now I ain’t gonna lie and say I didn’t take a beatdown courtesy of Empire after that because I did. But, if Empire makes their way to that ring to help Tyler and jump my southern brother Fathi I swear on my momma’s grave I will be coming there and I DON’T fight fair. I WILL be bringing axe handles, brass knuckles, chain and anything else I can think of.

Turning again the camera now faces from the left.  Scott accommodates 

Scott Stonewall: As for this rumble, I wasn’t sure before but now that Cortes and misses Creed wanna put my name in they mouth I will be coming.  I know my big ass is going to be a target. Creed was right when she said that.  

Scott’s face reddens and the veins in his neck begin to bulge.


He rips his shirt off and the camera man back up the camera as Scott continues.

Scott Stonewall: Take a good luck at the scars, the tears and cuts and bullet holes.

The camera zooms in on the chest of Scott showing what appears to be a sealed bullet hole in his right shoulder, a large incision like tear along his middle chest, several scars that have healed over each other and appears to be old stab wounds.  Backing up the camera refocuses on the face of Scott as he resumes

Scott Stonewall: I may be sixty seven years old.  I may be one of the oldest men to still be active in professional wrestling. But, this is the twenty-first century, medicine has improved and I am in better shape than I have ever been in.  I have been stabbed, shot, cut open and more over the years and that DOESN’T include what I did IN the ring! I am not delusional.  I know the chance of a big man winning this thing is next to nil.  But, that don’t mean I ain’t fixin’ to put my whole being into it.  I am going to fuck up every son of a bitch that comes to that ring and I am going to make it a personal point to break as many bones, and ligaments as I can for anyone from Empire and that has NOTHING to do with Fathi.  This is my chance to get even mother fuckers. 

Scott moves closer to the camera.

Scott Stonewall: Let me summarize this shit for you.  Every life is a book.  We all have our own story to tell and let’s face it I am not exactly in the climax.  Rather I am in the conclusion of my story but that is still bad news for every piece of shit that wants to stand in my way because my book isn’t titled Life of Scott Stonewall. My book is titled Ass kicking by Scott Stonewall and you mother fuckers not only ain’t a chapter. You mother fuckers won’t even make a fuckin’ sentence, a conjunction before I move on to the rest of the sentence and if you don’t like that…

He pauses and smiles before continuing.

Scott Stonewall: ….GUESS WHAT? I DON’T GIVE A FUCK!

Scott then spits on the camera lens.

The scene fades out as the spit rolls down the screen.

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