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NWL Combat: Jarod Poe (c) vs. Cameron Love

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Devil666

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Desire

(there's a look of confidence as Jarod Poe steps before an NWL backdrop. Over his right shoulder lies the NWL TV Title which he pats securely with his opposite hand. He cracks a faint smile towards the camera and takes a few steps forward)

Poe: Desire

(He plays with the labret jutting from his chin)

Poe: Not mine, yours. After all it's something we should all have. In our chosen profession we should all have a desire. I did...I stand here with it upon my shoulder. It's not my darkest desire, but it's one of them. Yet when it comes for my opponent to show some. What do I get?

(He stands still for a moment and silence fills the room)

Poe: That's right. All I hear is silence. No desire...no threats...nothing. I find that quite amusing from a man named Cameron Love. After all you have one of natures purest and most dangerous desires in your very name. Yet I neither see or hear any...why is that?

(He shrugs his shoulders and scoldingly shakes a finger)

Poe: Now don't try to turn the question on me. No...I've shown mine. I told you ALL that the beast called forth a sacrifice. That you were all just victims offered up to me. In the end I was proven right. I defeated five other people

(He pauses and chuckles)

Poe: Well four men...one coward. I guess distinctions can be made and he knows who he is. But back to you Love. Now it's your turn to show some desire. Show some passion. show me something, because my mind is all ready made up. Your are just like all the others

(He takes a step forward, eyes roll back slightly and his voice grows empty)

Poe: You’re my victim. Those five were sacrifices. Hell Hacker visited my altar twice and he fell victim each time. Now the beast calls forth and the NWL, my willing servants...well they supply another. Yet despite his last name. A name that rings and screams desire...


(He steps further ahead and his face fills the camera view)

Poe: You show me NOTHING!!! So in return...for your lack of desire...well I'll teach you what the others already know...

(He steps backwards)

Poe: and that is...HATE WHAT YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!!!

(His voice grows to a whisper)

Poe: and fear...fear what you can't conquer.

(He let's forth a sadistic laugh, turns his back and walks away)

<FTB>
 
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Desire

(( We open up with Cameron Love sitting backstage at a house show, lacing up his white boots. He looks up, notices the camera from behind his pink heart-shaped shades, and sits back, grinning. ))

CAMERON LOVE: I see desire all the time, Jarod. All the time. I can't leave my house without seeing it, I can't go to the store, I can't buy a gallon of milk without feeling desire pounding down on me from all sides. I see it everyday, and I know what it's all about. There are women standing around outside my door, waiting for a glimpse of me -- that is desire. There are women spending the night outside various arenas in sleeping bags, just waiting for a glimpse...of me. That...is desire. There are hundreds of emails in my inbox, begging to be looked at, begging to be considered for a shot at the coveted position of Queens' own Hometown Hotty. Hundreds, mind you. That is desire.

(( Love whips off his shades and drops the characteristic grin. ))

LOVE: And now that my playtime face is off...let's talk about something real. Desire, Jarod, is waiting outside the gym in the blistering cold for 2 hours before your trainer to show up -- all because you want to train a little more. Desire is leaving your brother's thriving business and all the guaranteed money you could want to go get the crap knocked out of you five days a week. Desire is being cheated out of money owed you, taking beatings for paltry sums of money, and suffering broken body parts and torn ligaments, all to follow the dream that you've had since you were 15. That is desire, Jarod Poe.

(( He sits back, shaking his head. ))

LOVE: I know what you're thinking. Cameron Love, he just does it all for the ladies. And yes -- I do like to make them squeal. But Love alone cannot pay the bills, and so I'm looking for a little collateral, a little bling-bling, a little...GOLD. If Jarod Poe wants to see Love's desire, then he has to just wait for Combat to roll around. Just as the man with pink hearts over his eyes is willing to do ANYTHING to his partner in the sheets...the man that steps in the ring is willing to do whatever it takes to beat the the man in the other corner. If you want to know passion, you don't need to ask the hundreds upon hundreds of ladies that have seen what I'm like when I want something. You just need to go ask John Doe how it feels to underestimate me. You need to ask him about how quickly the confidence goes away when you get your teeth kicked down your throat. You need to ask Luster how good you think you are after Cameron Love 69 Slams you to the mat. You call your opponents were sacrifices. Well, I don't do anything for anyone but ME. My opponents, just like my ladies, are all just testiments to how good I truly am. You, Jarod Poe, are about to become just another notch in my belt -- which is going to be a lot bigger and a lot more golden after Combat. See you in Queens, man.

(( FTB ))
 

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Fallen

(There's a somber look in the eyes of Jarod Poe as he steps before the camera. An Arizona Cardinals jersey with the number forty clashes with his dark leather pants and boots. He pauses in silience for a few moments before nodding his head the words from his opponent fresh in his mind. The TV Title doesn't adorn his body at all. He places his hands on his hips as he stands before an NWL backdrop)

Poe: Desire, sacrifice, victims. You know there are some days where that just doesn't seem as important as others. In my service as an Army Ranger all that was put aside. Your only focus was the mission. Your goal was to come home alive. Was to bring your men home alive. Was to ensure peace and punish the bad guy.

(He grips the heavy jersey inside his fist)

Poe: Sometimes that doesn't happen. Sometimes you have bad days. I've had one all week long. So the last thing I needed was to hear you talk Cameron Love. It was the very last thing I needed. Yet talk you did. The problem is...

(He let's go of the jersey and stares at his empty hand)

Poe: You picked the wrong time.

(He looks up and gives a cold stare)

Poe: You think I give a damn about how many of the rats you managed to take to your bed at night. For what tiny second should tha impress me. It's doesn't sound like the talk of a confident man. More like the rantings of some High school boy. Congrats on finding some pink Cameron. Why the hell shold I care? Because I don't...not this week. Hell to be honest not on any. That's not desire when you looking in thier eyes Cameron.

(He shakes his head)

Poe: It's thier realizationthat thier exsistance is even more shallow then yours. It's desperation Cameron...you just don't see it yet. Hell it's alot of things Cameron, but not one of them is desire. Not the kind your going to need.

(He shrugs his shoulders)

Poe: Yet you think you have it deep down, but your wrong again. Desire isn't waiting in the cold for two hours for your tainer. No that's foolishness. Desire is getting in there and working on your own...without someone else's motivation. Desire isn't leaving behind money Cameron...that's near downright stupidity. Desire isn't getting screwed over by promoters again and again. That's called getting in over your head and not learning from mistakes. Finally desire isn't following the dream you had when you were fifteen. If it were well I'd be married to Cindy Crawford. All the things you mentioned are just the small price we all pay to be in this business. It doesn't make you special. It doesn't make you different.

(He grabs the jersey in his fist once more looking down at the number forty)

Poe: It's doesn't make you a hero and it damn sure doesn't make you a champion.

(He loosens his grip and the jersey falls.He pauses for a moment and slowly lifts his head)

Poe: No...what makes you a champion. Well that's making the sacrifice others aren't willing too. To push further then all the rest. To put it all on the line night...after night...after night. Only then can you be a champion. All you have is the boasting and bragging of a High School stud. All you've got is the same sad story we all have to tell and as for your list of victims that I should stop and marvel at.

(He stares coldly at the camera)

Poe: You'll notice my name isn't there. Those people and those women aren't testiments. Not to you or ANYTHING!!!. After all the only person who can truly testify as the man who does the deeds. Yet when it falls on deaf ears. It gets lost in the shufle of history. Well history is lost on you. In the past Cameron Love I needed you to be my victim. I needed you to sacrifice to the beast. Yet I have upon inspection deemed...

(He shakes his head, looks down and grabs the jersey once more)

Poe: You not WORTH!!!!. Your just not worthy. That's why when that bell rings. After the week I've had. I'm not going to play games. I'm going to hurt you like you've never been hurt before. I'm going to hit you with "The Fading Light" and I'm going to watch your eyes roll back and your head. Then I'm going to walk backstage and Monday morning hope next week is better then this one

(He again loosens his grip and looks up)

Poe: All I want to do is forget this week ever happened and by the end of our match

(He nods and spits on the ground)

Poe: Well your going to wish the very same thing.
 

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Road or Ruin?

Candle light flickers against white cement walls of his dressing room as Jarod Poe kneels upon the floor. His back is bloody and small scars can be seen running down his spine. Besides him a short whip with sharp barbs lies upon the floor the tips glisten wet with blood. He slow stands and turns to the camera)

Poe: We all atone for our sins I one way or the other. Discipline and order must be placed upon mind and body. It keep focus...it's keep drive...It works for me. Might not for others. Pain can be pleasure. It's all in how you channel your mind. It's taken me awhile to realize this. It took the loss of my family, friends, parents right to the point I felt nothing at all. Ah, but pain...pain gave me feeling and I embraced it so. That was my choice

(He shakes his head)

Poe: Cameron Love...you have no understanding of this. You seek pleasure in life. You chase women. You lust for sex. Your desperate for gold. You have no Discipline. No self-control. You need some. You need order...you need limits and boundaries. A path to start on and a direction to follow. That's what lead me to wrestling. I wandered along time with no place to go. Yet I found a truth. I found a direction to follow. I stopped running from the beast and embraced the words he said. Now I'm driven and the road has lead you to me.

(He pauses and shakes a finger at Love)

Poe: Your not prepared for me yet. You've got the energy. I even believe you have the drive. Yet not for a second do I think you have the self-control to defeat me in the ring. Your ego is not in check. You embrace this sport not for what it is, but for what it gives you. I will not be part of your downfall Cameron. Instead...instead I will be either the first and last stop on your road to success.

(He unfolds a steel chair and sits down facing the camera)

Poe: Tonight in that ring your meeting a man who is different from anyone you've faced before. Think you can hurt me

(He winks and smiles)

Poe: I invite you to try. In fact I welcome it. I promise you it will only encourage me. No your only chance is to get in that ring tonight and out of focus...out of sheer determination you need to pin my shoulders to the mat.

(He spits and flicks his forked tongue at the camera)

Poe: I don't think you have it in you. I really don't. which leaves you only one option. That's to learn. For if you don't learn in this sport Cameron...well you'll never be successful. tonight your facing a warrior. a cold and calculating machine. I'm not going to mess around. I'm not going to get fancy...I'm going to drop you on your head until you are too dizzy to stand up. It's just that simple.

(a soft evil laugh escapes his mouth)

Poe: and I'm going to enjoy every minute of it. See the BEast has determined you not worthy Cameron. Not at all. tonight I'm going to dispatch you. Why? Well it's even more simple.

(He stands and stares coldly into the camera)

Poe: Because I've got another victim in mind. I've seen his head on the wall already. He's what drives me Cameron. Tonight when you learn the lessons of defeat. I hope you make me your target. I hope I give you a reason to hate. I reason to want. A reason to come and find me.

(He smiles slightly)

Poe: Because I won't be hard to find.

(He let's loose a sinister laugh, turns and walks away)

<FTB>
 

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No, Seriously

((We open up once again in the home of Cameron Love. The number one contender for the NWL Television Title is sitting in his lovely leather recliner, wearing a white NWL T-shirt, blue jeans, and, of course, his pink heart-shaped sunglasses. ))

CAMERON LOVE: So I was sitting down to breakfast this morning, and I turned on the TV to catch all the promos and whatnot for the upcoming Combat, and it seems that I have quite a bit to listen to. Now, for those of you just tuning in and not really paying attention up until this point, I, the one and only Cameron Love, will be squaring off against Jarod Poe for his coveted Television Championship. Now, Jarod, you should know is rather...well, different. At least, that's what he'd have you believe. Now, this guy was an Army Ranger, so he's just GOT to be tough, right? And toughness, keep in mind, is NOT something that you come across very often in the wrestling business. (( short pause )) For those of you at home that run a slower pace, I'm being sarcastic. EVERYONE in this business has got to be tough to stay with it. So, Jarod? Throwing out that bit of your history isn't exactly making me quake in my boots.

LOVE: So it seems that Jarod isn't as unique as he seems, at least based on his supposed toughness. So, let's get further into Mr. Poe's personality. Let's see...

(( He pauses, thinking hard ))

LOVE: Ah yes, it seems he worships the Devil! Or a devil, or a demon, or the demon, or whatever. Take your pick, I'm sure. He worships some "Beast," and feels compelled to beat on people to appease this devil or demon or whatever. And he sits in candlelight, and goes on and on about sacrifices, and...well, let's see. How can I explain it to those of you who missed his segments? Hmm...let's see...

(( Love snaps his fingers suddenly. ))

LOVE: I know!

(( He leans in close to the camera and lowers his voice. ))

LOVE: (( waggling his fingers at the camera and speaking as one would to a newborn )) Boogey boogey boogey boogey....BOOGEY BOOGEY BOOGEY BOOGEY...

(( Love sits back, chuckling to himself ))

LOVE: Believe me, Jarod, you and your Beast have got me shaking in my boots. I mean, I can barely stand on my own two feet, I'm laughing so hard.

(( He chuckles again, then slips off the shades. ))

LOVE: Seriously, man. The candlelight, the talk of sacrifices and stuff like that...well, I just want to warn you that I'm not exactly impressed. If you want to give me a scare, if you want me to really start second-guessing my decision to come and face you in the ring, you're going to have to do it with your ability. And let's just say that I find that...wanting. You've talked a lot about discipline and self-control and putting limits upon yourself. You claim that it makes you a better person. But in my experience, the only person that sets limits for himself is the person that cannot possibly go any further than that. I don't have any of your vaunted self-control, because there IS NO LIMIT to how far a man of my talents can go. YOU may be content to pigeonhole yourself into some level that you..."ahem"..."will not"...as in "by choice"...go beyond, but I am going wherever I want to. Love is a wild and untamed thing, my friend. No one can stop him once he gets going. No one. Not some crazy ex-Ranger, and certainly not his imaginary best friend. Right now, Love is going, and he is going for something that he wants. This time, I'm not looking for a lady, but for an accessory. Your belt, Mr. Poe. I want it. And after Combat, I will have it. I would reconsider my plans to focus on someone else that night. Because in that ring in Queens, New York...

(( Love slides the shades back on ))

LOVE: You're going to find out that there's just too much Love for you to handle.

(( The camera pulls back and starts to fade away as Love begins to again wiggle his fingers in our direction, saying "Boogey boogey boogey" until we fade to black. ))
 
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