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| Infamy; Demons of Death vs Andrelica | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 24 2010, 03:19 PM (82 Views) | |
| The Blue Scorpion | Jan 24 2010, 03:19 PM Post #1 |
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The Ruthless Patriarch
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The scene opens to reveal a bustling British High Street, with shoppers moving hurriedly from shop to shop in their quest to find the perfect top or a pair of shoes that are “to die for”. Amongst all the hustle and bustle, two figures walk serenely side by side, and as they draw closer, we catch a glimpse of a tall dark haired man with familiar rugged features; The Blue Scorpion. Alongside him walks a man whose familial resemblance to Scorpio is striking, but whose manner seems much less tense and more relaxed than that of his relation. Seconds later, we pick up the sound of the two speaking, seemingly mid-conversation. Scorpio: … understand what you’re saying bruv, but you can’t just ask me to get up and leave. That would be like me telling you to hand your notice in tomorrow just to spend some quality time with me in the States. Scorpio’s Brother: But everyone misses you! I mean, it’s great that you’ve come back to see us all just before a big Pay Per View… what’s it called again? Exodus? Scorpio (sighing and rolling his eyes with the hint of a smile): Try Genesis. Scorpio’s Brother: That’s the one! Anyway, like I was saying, it’s cool to see you again, but these visits are happening less and less now. The CWF can’t be so good that you’d prefer to be there than here with your family... can it? Come back, Mitch. Come back to Leicester. Come back to the people who love you. Scorpio (pausing for thought): That is out of the question, Scott. The two continue walking down the busy High Street in silence, with Scott turning his head to observe his brother, eyebrows furrowed. Scott: You know, something’s different since you crossed the pond. You seem… I dunno… different. I can’t put my finger on it… Scorpio (chuckling): Mmmm… I think you’re right. I am different. I’m learning to appreciate things more and more now. Before I think I was so focused on getting to the top, I couldn’t just stop and take a look around me, and realize the gifts that I’ve been bestowed with. I’m a lucky guy Scott… but sometimes you don’t realize quite how lucky you are. Sometimes, it takes something, or someone, to make you realize it. Some of the guys at CWF are special people Scott. And I’m lucky to know them, and to compete with them every night. (Laughing again) Hehe… I must be getting old… but I’m certainly learning to appreciate things more and more now… Scott: I know what you’re saying Mitch. And if you feel that way then that’s great. But there’s something else… something more… Scorpio turns to meet his brother’s eyes and addresses him with a quizzical look. The two men stop in the middle of the crowd for just a second, the younger Scott staring deep into his older brother’s eyes, and time seems to stand still a flicker of recognition passes over Scott’s face. But the moment doesn’t last long, as Scott seems to snap out of it with a dismissive shake of the head, and the two slowly begin walking again, each deep in their own thoughts. The pair amble along side by side for another minute or two, before darting into a small off-licence, the words “LONDIS” emblazoned on a large green sign above the door. The shop is a sanctuary of calm compared to the madness of the street outside, and the two brothers seem once again at ease as they browse the shelves, chatting amiably and picking up one or two items. Eventually, they reach the checkout, Scorpio paying for a packet of Jellybabies and a packet of Walkers Ready Salted Crisps. Scott silently questions his brother’s purchases with another quizzical look, but this time it’s Scorpio who answers with a firm, dismissive shake of the head, and the two walk out of the shop in silence, a silence which Scott is the first to break. Scott: I was just thinking the other day Mitch… you’ve been in this business a long time. It must have had an affect on you. I mean, it’s been your dream for so long, and it’s been your livelihood for all those years… Scorpio: Not just my livelihood, bruv, but my life. I’ve devoted countless hours to wrestling. I loved wrestling, and wrestling loved me back, just not quite in a “happily married” kind of love… more like the ex-girlfriend that you get back with, after you realize how good a couple you once were. But just like that ex-girlfriend, wrestling kept reminding me of the dark ghosts of the past. A past I wanted to forget… Scorpio stares intently at the ground as he walks, his hands clutching his purchases deep inside his coat pockets, as his brother regards him with a concerned expression on his face. Just as Scott opens his mouth to speak, Scorpio snaps out of whatever trance he was in, and laughs darkly, seemingly to himself. Scorpio: Sounds like I’m getting a bit jaded in my old age eh? Scott: Mmmm… something like that… actually, to be honest, I thought you sounded a little bit like Dad then. On the word “Dad”, Scorpio’s head snaps round to look his brother dead in the eye. Scott looks a little fearful at his older brother’s expression at first, before altering his own expression to one of determined resolve. Scorpio, eyes narrowed and breath heavy, seems to be exercising every effort to prevent himself getting angry; when he answers, it is in a calm tone with just a hint of malice. Scorpio: Do not... EVER... compare me with that excuse for a human being. Don’t even speak his name. The man that was once my father might as well be dead to me. What he did was inexcusable, surely you must know that? And then, to top it all off, he takes the time and the effort and the money to come crawling back, begging for forgiveness? Our Father was, and always will be, a thug who cares very little for anything that doesn’t involve him getting his own way. His words didn’t mean anything to me when he sought redemption. And neither will yours, so don’t even try singing his praises Scott. Scott (staring at his brother with a serious expression on his face, as if steeling himself to say something): I worry about what goes on over in that federation of yours Mitch. Sometimes I think that that Anubis fella messes with your head a bit... Scorpio: Don’t start with your accusations Scott, I don’t want to hear it! You don’t have a damn clue what goes on with me and The Demons, so try gettin’ your facts right before you start shooting your mouth off. I might not like it, and you certainly won’t, but the simple fact of the matter is this – The Master is more of a father figure than my own Dad ever was. I understand that you may not be able to comprehend that Scott, but that man put me through HELL once upon a time. Our relationship is beyond repair. So stop fighting a lost cause... (sighing) frankly, I’m too old to argue any more... Scott: I know. And I didn’t mean any harm in what I said... I wouldn’t have said it at all... but it was the words you used... Dad used that metaphor all the time... you’re more alike than you realise y’know...? Scorpio: Enough! I don’t want to hear any more about that sycophant. I have nothing to do with him now and as far as I’m concerned that’s the way it should stay. Anyway, I’ve got business to sort... The two brothers have come to a standstill in one of the quieter corners of Leicester, outside a foreboding dark alleyway. Scott looks almost worried at his brother’s ominous statement, concern washing over his usually bright and cheery features. Scott: What business? Scorpio: Just... business. It’s been great seeing you mate. (The two embrace, and shake hands in a rugged brotherly fashion). Stay safe. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. Scott: See you later mate. (Goes to walk off and then turns round to face his brother once more) And Mitch. Please be careful. The two meet eyes again, just for a second, before Scorpio nods curtly and turns on his heel towards the alleyway. Scott watches him walk down the alleyway, a concerned look on his face once more, before reluctantly turning and walking in the opposite direction. Back with Scorpio, he walks slowly, head slightly bowed, down the dank and gloomy alleyway, stopping when the light from either end of the alley is almost completely obscured by darkness. He seems completely at ease with his new surroundings, leaning coolly against the crumbling brick wall of some ancient building and regarding the equally decrepit wall opposite with apparent interest. His hands took his two seemingly precious purchases out of his coat pockets, and he regarded both with a furrowed brow as he passed both the jellybabies and packet of crisps softly between his hands. Scorpio: There is no doubt that my quest... hehe... our quest for elimination did not get of to the best of starts last week on Massacre. Anubis had earmarked dear Mr Mace as the first unworthy soul in need of eradicating, and it was my duty to perform the eradication. A duty which I duly failed, albeit with significant help from ‘The Internet Icon’ Jarvis King. But fail I did, and there is no denying that fact. But with a history like mine, I know only too well that it does not benefit anybody to dwell on the ghosts of the past; they have a habit of coming back and haunting the present and the future, with countless occasions in history and literature have serving as a reminder of this fact. And so we look forward. We take positives out of a bad situation. And in doing so, we vow that we will come back fighting, stronger than ever, determined to put our mistakes behind us, and maybe exorcise a few of those ugly ghosts of the past along the way. And we look forward to Genesis, which will prove, not to be a new beginning as the name suggests, but instead the climax of weeks of planning, training and work, culminating in a battle of almost biblical proportions, as the revamped Demon’s of Death take on two legendary Hall of Famers. Throughout his monologue, Scorpio had continued to stare at the packets of jellybabies and crisps in his hands, as if he was becoming entranced by their colourful designs. As he finishes speaking, he holds the two packets up to what little light exists in the gloomy alley, and examines them all the more intently. Scorpio: I am a strong believer in symbolism in this crazy world of ours. I believe that inanimate objects, however small or insignificant, can be used to represent much more important objects or people, and can even be used to predict future events. Small actions go a long way in life, and Chris (holds the crisp packet slightly higher than the jellybabies) and Angelica (lowers the crisp packet and holds the jellybabies aloft), I hope you’re watching, because I intend to demonstrate this. You see ladies and gentlemen, in recent weeks, cracks have begun to show in the relationship between Chris Andrews and Angelica. As he speaks, Scorpio slowly withdraws a crisp from the packet, examines it for merely a second and then delicately but ominously snaps the crisp in two. And guys, although I’m sure you’ll do your best to hide and patch up those cracks before, or maybe even during our pay-per-view confrontation, if you know where to look and what to do, it is all to easy to exploit these mental and emotional cracks. And if you’ve scouted your opponents like proper Hall of Famers should, you’ll know that The Master and I are perfectly equipped to do just that. The new Demons of Death are the perfect balance of power, quick wits and raw aggression, just three of the qualities which we hope to utilise as we slowly and methodically pick your team apart. Don’t get me wrong, there is no doubt that the team of Chris Andrews and Angelica are in the Hall of Fame for a reason, and the fame and fortune that they have garnered as a result of their induction will act as a powerful motivator going into Genesis – after all, no-one likes being embarrassed in front of the thousands in attendance, and the millions watching at home do they? But with our current mission, the Demons are in pursuit of the one motivator that is more powerful than the fame that Andrelica are enjoying; Infamy. We aim, along with the Cyndicate above us, to become one of the most feared and awe-inspiring teams that have ever competed. Our feats and our actions will be told and retold across the globe. We will transcend this federation, and the whole sport of professional wrestling along with it. And we will stop at nothing to achieve our goals, whatever the cost, whatever the obstacle that stands in our way. We will become the infamous Demons of Death. Scorpio turns to face the camera, his dark eyes boring through the lens of the camera directly into the souls of everyone watching. But it’s clear that Scorpio’s next words are only directed at two of the assembled masses. So Chris. Angelica. This Sunday at Genesis, do not underestimate The Demons of Death. Because doing so may just cause your Hall of Fame reputations to fall (Scorpio drops the packet of jellybabies and crisps, and they simultaneously crumple sadly and ominously on the cold concrete floor) face first into the gutter. Beaten. Battered. Broken. And looking up at the victorious new champions, as they set out on their infamous reign of terror. |
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