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Cloud Nine; Not a rip off, but a redefinition...
Topic Started: Jan 31 2010, 01:09 AM (137 Views)
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=/=The KingCast set signals what appears to be another edition of Jarvis King’s not-so-hit show...
Footage of Jarvis King, but not his great accomplishments but his downfalls- his loss of the Paramount Title and other various losses in tag matches across 2009.
The Stevie Nicks song, “Edge Of Seventeen” blares out, the classic guitar riffs synchronized to pinfall losses of one Jarvis King- the climax of the song hitting at footage of Jarvis finding out about the care-taking request for his brother.
The feed cuts to static with a disembodied, screeching voice calling over the static. =/=

???: Who the fuck would wanna see that!?!?

=/=Feed then cuts to footage of Angel- including footage of her winning the Impact title from Abigail Starr, other footage of brutal matches- finishing with a montage of footage showing Angel delivering The Original Sin to various opponents.
The footage fades out to a well-lit studio, photos hanging on the walls- some shots from photo shoots, alone and with the Insurgency members- others shot from matches.
A cushy, black leather chair sits in the middle of the polished wooden stage area, shiny under the glaring lights.
“Our Truth” by Lacuna Coil starts up from behind the cameras- the lights flickering in time to the opening tunes before a disembodied movie voice talks over the music.=/=

Voice: Straight outta Dallas- the vicious, voluptuous vixen, the sexiest psychopath, the mischievous mistress, the sadistic seductress of spite and sarcasm...
The men’s dream and women’s nightmare- the kamikaze Insurgent... Angel!

=/=Angel walks out onto the stage to rapturous applause, giving slight bows in all directions- dressed immaculately a fitted black suit jacket and matching skirt with a white blouse underneath, she smiles as she takes a seat in the leather chair allowing it to mould around her.
She adjusts the little microphone sitting on her jacket before going to speak- the crowds cheer cuts her off so she allows them to cheer, getting it out of their system before she starts.=/=

Angel: Welcome one and all to the inaugural Cloud Nine- glad to see I don’t need the canned applause so after we’ve finished this broadcast I’ll give Jarvis his “fans” back. Yeah, sorry, I couldn’t help that cheap shot yet it just had to be said...
By the way- who actually watches Jarvi’s KingCast? Seriously! I’ve watched it a couple times just too see if it’s as fail as people have told me it is, now usually I just think people are exaggerating when they say something like that but after matching it a couple times- it really is that bad!

Why the hell does CWF continue to fund that shit- like it was hard enough to convince the CWF brass to give me a one-time only transmission yet they wanna keep trying to make people interested in Jarvis fucking King- news flash! No-one’s gonna give a crap about Jarvi... Ever.
Speaking of my little ‘show’ I gotta get something out in the open before I get started proper - this is not a ‘rip-off’, this is a legitimate cast which probably by this point is actually more successful than all of Jarvis’s previous ones... put together but that’s not my point... My point is- I’m sure there are a few of you out there, the ones that actually give a fuck about Little Jarvi and you’ll probably be screaming your head off about plagiarism or some political bullshit but the fact it- this is not a rip-off, not a copy... This is a legitimate fucking broadcast so get the fuck off your high horses and move on. Please.

First off my list- I need to get something off my chest and unfortunately for Brasky- his hopes are shattered cause these puppies are staying *wink wink*... No, I’m sure your all thinking "shit, you lost the Impact championship at Genesis, while Jarvis won the World title- surely he’s gotta have a momentum advantage!?!"
WRONG!

For once- momentum ain’t got shit to do with it, this is about who wants it more- who strives to reach the pinnacle of their industry- you’ve had a taste of it Jarvis and you don’t wanna let go, I get that... But its tough to hold on when your knocked the fuck out...
See I’m gonna pull out a little something special just for you- you’ll love it, see I’m pulling out a couple moves that haven’t been seen from yours truly in awhile- no way for you to prepare cause you aren’t gonna know what the hell ima hit you with...
As for the Impact title, well I consider its loss as an inconvenience rather than a tragedy- don't get me wrong, I'm pissed I lost but just gotta look ahead and directly ahead is a world title shot... It seems to have a helping hand in making one feel minutely better about losing a title... Only a little.
The Impact title is known as the last stepping stone before the world title, so I guess irony once again becomes my friend huh...

Oh and Little Jarvi-kins, good luck dear- hope you’ve enjoyed your roller coaster ride cause for every up, there’s a bigger down.

On the subject of Little Jarvi- let’s talk about him shall we? I know it’s a boring topic but it’s what we’re all hear for so may as well get it out of the way...
I gotta admit- for all the hot air and crap this guy spouts he’s made a name for himself- I mean a former Rising Star/Paramount champ and now he’s the world champeen- toppling the man that many others couldn’t and this week- he’s probably gonna get another big accolade to his name courtesy of yours truly... Shortest Reigning Champion in CWF to date... Suits him perfectly I reckon.

The guys proven himself time and again- but he hasn’t faced a woman one on one and that got me to thinking- why wouldn’t Little Jar Jar wanna face a woman one on one? I mean sure we’re just as good in the ring but that’s never gonna stop guys thinking we’re weaker or whatever...
Your shit scared, well not scared but intimidated- a guy with as much pride as you, heaven forbid you embarrassing yourself against a woman... You’d never live it down- I can see it now, a guy with all the internet publicity getting your ass handed to you by a girl- poor Little Jarvi.

I gotta give the guy some credit though- he’s worked out a good plan...
Allow me to explain- see, he gets himself aligned with a group, allowing himself to get dragged down to the low standards set by those around him then he triumphantly breaks away going on a massive career roll, only to plummet from his dizzying heights and to save himself from becoming just another bum in the street he once again aligns and the whole cycle begins again...
Surely it’s got to tire, gotta get on his nerves- I mean, he knows what’s going to happen but he can’t seem to drag himself away from the crappy sequence... Then again, as he’s gone on- the company he surrounds himself with has gotten worse- first the Cyndi-cunts, and then the Enterprise and now he’s created his own little Entourage... Fucking wonderful.

That being said Jarvi- where in the cycle are you now?
I would say you’ve been on a hell of a role, but it seems in order to try to skip your spectacular downfall you’ve gone and recruited a few of your own little fan boys...
Sorry but it just doesn’t work like that...
See, it’s up to me to give you a little reality check, a dose of the real world- a cycle like that cannot be skipped no matter how hard you try and now you’re at the top of the mountain, the only way is down- it’s not a matter of when you’ll fall but how far your gonna fall on February 2nd.
Little Jarvi? I hope you’ve enjoyed your view from the top- no matter how brief its been cause soon your gonna be just another ordinary man in a rather extraordinary world...
Maybe you’ll realize just how fucking average you are.

=/=Angel smirks at the camera before blowing a kiss, the feed cuts to an outro consisting of the same montage of footage from the beginning of the feed to Angel’s theme song ending with a split screen- one half, a photo of Angel standing tall, the other half of the screen is a photo of Jarvis flat on his back, staring up at the lights.
The feed cuts to static as a crowds applause fades out with the feed. =/=

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=/= 3 days before Massacre, an abandoned gym in Dallas had sprung to life- a die-hard crowd filling long deserted bleachers and chair that had collected dust waiting for the day their needed again.
A ring set up in the centre of the gym was the centrepiece of this one-night freak show, the masses roaring in the delay for the show to begin.
Temporary speakers hooked up at different points in the gym started going off, blaring music over the crowd- their cue to go crazy... The show was about to begin.
For one night only- UCA was coming back to life.=/=

=/=Angel hung out nervously backstage, she had a long wait before her scheduled match- she was going to go one on one with her ex Cheetor McQuade and his brother Mike Crisis one more time in a Triple Threat...
All the bullshit he put her through- he was gonna pay.
People bustled about, working hard to keep this show from falling to pieces- for a one night operation, they were run-off their feet, Angel remained cool and calm amid the chaos- there was no point going nuts along with the rest of them, it wouldn’t help anything.=/=

??? : So... We meet again

=/=Angel was started by the interruption to the calmness of her bubble, she looked in the direction of the voice- not that she needed to of course.=/=
Angel: What you want McQuade...

McQuade: I wanna talk...

Angel: Well that’s too bad cause I don’t...

McQuade: Please A.J, you can’t tell me your not sick of this also- I know I’ve been a cunt but we need to settle this... Preferably in our favours

Angel: And what do you propose...

McQuade: Well I don’t know- what I do know is I miss us

Angel: Go figure- I heard you and your little barbie doll broke it off, did I damage her pretty little face too much? I knew you were shallow but this’d be a new low for you...

McQuade: No, actually it took you doing that to make me realize how I feel... It didn’t hit me immediately- I’ll admit I was pissed at first but the longer I thought about it, the more I realized that was kinda one of the reasons I fell for you.

Angel: And is this the point where I’m meant to fall into your arms begging for you back?

McQuade: Please... Just consider it, consider us... I want an answer later out in the ring...

=/=Angel looked at him, into those blue eyes, damn his eyes! Why was she even entertaining the thought that she’d let him back...
She reminisced about those years she spent with him, those times where she was happy- a happiness that she’d yet to feel to the same extent since.
Stupid feelings- why couldn’t they just die or something.=/=

=/=The night progressed smoothly- the crowd remained raucous, loving every moment that was provided for them.
The main event came all too soon, many familiar faces had walked back and forth through the night wishing her well etc- you know, the usual pleasantries- Angel had asked for some time after the match to cut a promo, as you do... She stood at the entrance to the ‘madhouse’ waiting for those oh-so-familiar tones to ring out.
She’d decided to use her UCA theme tonight, it only seemed appropriate- a bit of vintage Angel on show for one night only, the opening bass of Lacuna Coil’s “Closer” rang out and the crowd went absolutely nuts... It was obvious they’d remembered the song and the person that went with it.
The bass tones rang out soon followed by raging electric guitar mixed with keyboard providing a fitting audio assault for the walking hurricane that was known as “Angel” A.J Ryan...=/=

=/=Angel times her entrance to the song- waiting for those first recognizable lyrics to cry out, sending the crowd into a frenzy- everything felt like it slowed down from there, life suffering from a case of slow motion perhaps- she fraternised with the crowds as the song progressed, the crowd loved it as did Angel.
This dingy, decrepit, abandoned gym was a second home, a home she knew was only open for tonight, and she refused to miss a moment of it.=/=

=/=Her entrance ended all too soon, she crouched in the corner staring at the entrance way , she knew what she was waiting for- the familiar and rather furious guitar that started the song “Downfall” by Trust Company signalling the arrival of her ex-boyfriend Cheetor McQuade, his entrance into the ‘arena’ as such caused resounding boos which he cheerfully played off... The guy could be such a dickhead, but also a sweetheart when he wanted to... Well more so if he wanted to.
He did his little bit- eyes locking onto those of Angel’s, those blue eyes that were like sapphires on fire... Damn those eyes!! Why couldn’t she look away!=/=

=/=The final member of the founding trio made his way to the ring to a mixed reaction, Mike Crisis played up for the crowd amidst the tunes of “Splinter” by The Exies, it was amazing how the crowds could change a person’s attitude in an instant.
Mike Crisis made his grand entrance- the three participants standing opposite each other- none willing to be the first to move, the crowd was thunderous in their cries for violence and blood- just like they always were.=/=

=/=The match progressed rather smoothly, the crowd didn’t even seem to mind a few botched moves from the competitors- whether it was the misplacement of McQuade’s Corkscrew Shooting Star Press or Mike Crisis occasional mistiming, and the fact that he managed to make Angel bleed with a wayward shot meant for McQuade- everything seemed to keep the crowd riled up all expecting something special for the finish.
The finish became a spot fest as such, each competitor hitting signature moves and then something special before the finishers started demolishing everything in sight sending the crowd into a final frenzy.
Mike Crisis picked up the fall on McQuade following the ‘Mid-Life Crisis’ (aka Graveyard Smash- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hsdfZhgkWcs...om=PL&index=47), Angel had fallen to the outside and didn’t even realize it was over till the bell rang, she didn’t hear the count, or the impact of the move- just the bell, the signal that it was all too late.
Congratulations went to the victor and they all celebrated in the ring- they’d done the seemingly impossible, something they the die-hard fans thought might never happen again- a standing ovation for the competitors as they stood hand in hand soaking up the cheers... God, the memories- the crowd saw before them the final reunion perhaps of the most infamous stable in UCA- ‘The Riot Squad’...
The guys in the back must have noticed this cause rather than playing Mike Crisis’s theme, they played the old ‘Riot Squad’ theme- “Step Up” by Drowning Pool- Mike decided to bolt off, giving the crowd one last bow before disappearing backstage- Angel grabs a microphone and decides to get some stuff off her chest.=/=

Angel: So you think? We still got it?

=/=The crowd roars in agreement=/=

Angel: That’s good to hear- cause I’m gonna need ‘it’ this week, I’m sure you guys follow my work in CWF so therefore you should know- I get to pound Jarvis King’s radio-worthy face into a pile of pink and red sludge...
You think your girl can win the world title?

=/=The crowd roars unanimously causing a genuine smile to cross Angel’s face=/=
Angel: Nice to see I’ve got an army of people behind me, cause it looks like I’m gonna need the help of an army to not only get to the top but remain there against all the hyenas nipping at my feet.
Friend or foe- it doesn’t matter when you’re a champion, thankfully for Little Jarvi he doesn’t have any friends- he just knows people, but I guess that’s half his battle won cause he knows everyone targeting him is probably an enemy and would usually have something against him.
What do I have against him?
Besides the fact he’s an arrogant blowhard? Nothing really...

=/=The crowd murmurs as Cheetor McQuade asks for Angel’s microphone, she hands it to him cautiously=/=

McQuade: I asked you earlier backstage if you think we had another chance left in us... I know you’ve thought about it, and I wonder if you’ve got anything to say

Angel: This isn’t the place or the time...

McQuade: On the contrary- now’s a better time than any- why don’t you ask these fans? They’ll tell you that we belong together- they saw us grow up together before them...

=/=McQuade and Angel turn to the crowd who appear to have split opinions, some saying yes, that they should get back together while others say no and that McQuade is a douche bag=/=

Angel: Another chance... You know I’ve always believed in second chances, look- I’ll give you a chance but things aren’t going to be the same as they used to straight away- you get that? You have to prove to me that you’re not the same bastard that you were...

=/=They embrace in the middle of the ring, holding each other tight in the middle of a ring that held many years of their lives.
Their embrace lasted awhile before they broke away- turning to the crowd one more time, feeding off the emotion for the last time that night before the scene cuts away to black=/=
R.I.P Eddie Guerrero 1967-2005

The legend of Latino Heat will live on in the hearts of his family, the memories of his peers and in the roars of the crowds who will chant his name forever...

Viva La Raza

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