Special guest: Toby Mac singing theme song.

[Hell_Fighter]

[updated:LAST EDITED ON Jan-02-03 AT 12:39 PM (EST)]*Fade In...

*Kansas City, Missouri...

*Kemper Arena...

*The two weeks before GXW in Brittain, shortly after Fallout...

(Cut into the interior of a live concert setting. The arena is filled to complete capacity with thousands of screaming teenage and college fans. Numerous Christian rock artists are in attendance for this grand event. Bands in attendance for the night include. Skillet, Alexia, Waterdeep, and Toby "Mac" McKeenon of DC Talk fame. The crowd dies down as the MC for the night comes on stage to announce the next act. The person on stage is Kansas City Paster Mike Bickell. He walks out on the front of the stage with a mic in his hand. A large revolving camera on a crain moves around him broadcasting his face on the two large view screens for the cheap seats. Let's listen in.)

Paster Mike Bickell: "Thank you again. Ladies and gentlemen, let's give one more ovation for Alexia, weren't they great!?!?"

(The crowd pops huge again for the past performer.)

Bickell: "Thank you all for coming, and now it's time to introduce our next performer of the evening, and we have a very special guest for you all to bring him out. This person is a well known professional wrestler for the Global X-Treme Wrestling. He is making huge waves in the sports entertainment field. Hailing from right here in Kansas City Missouri. Here is "HELLFIGHTER" MICHAEL SHUTT!!!!"

(The crowd pops huge as the 7'0 ft, 300 lbs, HellFighter walks onto the stage greeting their hometown hero in a generous ovation. HellFighter is wearing; a shiney white velvet button up long sleeve Gazooks shirt, black dress slacks, black steel toed boots, and a gold chain with a cross on it. HellFighter and Bickell greet each other with a smile and a handshake before Bickell hands him the mic and leaves the stage. HellFighter waits for the crowd to die down before he begins to speak.)

HellFighter: "Thank you everybody. It's great to be back in my hometown Kansas City. I don't deserve that proud hometown ovation, but you gave it to me anyway. I praise God for your forgivness. This has been a real roller coaster year for me. I think it's safe to say that...I"M BACK!"

(Loud crowd pop in response to his comment from the crowd.)

HellFighter: "I made the mistake of turning my back on the only ancher in my life. As much as there are stars in the sky or grains of sands on the shore, He took me back again. I'm here again to help you all kick off an awesome night going into the Christmas season. I'm here to introduce to you the next performer of the evening. This guy has been very instrumental in my growth as a Christian. He is a very talented performer and a awesome man of God. He is a very good friend of mine and dear to my heart. You may of remembered him as one third of DC Talk. (Crowd Pop) Now he is currently finishing one half of his solo Momentum tour. Here to perform what will soon be my new theme song and many others. Here is Toby MAC McKeenon!"

(The crowd burst out in a deafening ovation...louder than HellFighter's as Toby Mac and his band takes their place on the stage. The giant HellFighter greets Toby Mac with a quick friendly handshake and male hug before walking off stage. Toby has the mic in his hand and begins to speak to kill a little time while his band is setting up.)

Toby Mac: "Thanks Mikey. Everytime I look at that boy, he blows my mind away. He is a big boy, and I keep forgetting that until I have to look up at the guy."

(A mild laugh from the crowd.)

Toby Mac: "Nah all I gotta say to Michael is...it's about time you came back you Jesus Freak!"

(Huge crowd pop)

Toby Mac: "He really lives up to his name HellFighter. He has been to hell and back. It's a whole new year and I wish him all the best. Well like Michael said, this first song that we're about to sing is dedicated to him. It will soon be his new theme song for his GXW. Let me tell you that it fits him, but the rest of us as well. God bless you Mikey and all of you to. (To his lead guitar player) Otto hit on me. Three, two, one."

(The band starts playing with the beginning intro rifts of the song, "Yours" leading into a very loud and unpredictable pyrotechnic blast to kick things going. The video screen shows numerous clips and highlights of HellFighter executing moves on several oponants all throughout his career that move in sync with the song.)

*PYRO BLAST*

Well everytime I turn my back
I get the feeling that
I'm 'bout to take a shot to the skully with the bat
I'm out of control
Need You to fill my soul up
And could you shed a little light
On these skeleton's holes up

My past
Is taking me to task
And I can't guarantee how much longer I'll last
Without You I'm a hopeless wreck
So I cry out Your name as I drop to the deck

(Prechorus)
Don't get me started, don't even get me started
(4X)

(Chorus)
I'm Yours
Take me as I am
I'm Yours
So won't You take this space between us
And fill it up again
I'm Yours
Take me as I am
I'm Yours
So won't You take this space between us
And fill it up

Simple-minded little punk
Thought I was the junk
Nobody ever told me that my doodoo stunk
What was I out of my mind
Or was I just trippin' on an ego
But You filled up this space
And You never let me go
Bullseye to the center of my soul
One shot but it rocked like a fatal blow
This love was Your gun
Mercy Your shells
Now I'm a dead man walking down a skinny trail

(Prechorus)

(Chorus)

I'm gonna shout it from the rooftops
Give it all I got
Shout it from rooftops
So you can take your best shot
Shout it from the rooftops
Give it all I got
Shout it from the rooftops
Like it or not

(Chorus)

(The band goes into the closing moments of the song fading it out to a loud ovation from the crowd as the song finally ends.)

Toby Mac: (Talking while the crowd is still cheering wildly.) "That song goes out to man that embodies what we're all about. Imperfection trying to acheive perfection. It's a new year Mikey. Use it well. Everything else is in the past, don't look back. Move on my friend and be happy. Now let's get ready for his next song. To all the people living in the extreme. This is for you."

(The band starts up the beginning lyrics to the next song to Extreme Days.)

"We're livin in Extreme days."

(The camera fades out while the next song is playing.)

*FADE TO WHITE*

(OOC: This rp is a one time thing meant to illustrate why I choose the song "Yours" By Toby Mac for my character HellFighter. It will not be talked about again. It's just meant to help foward the babyface return of Hellfighter alone. I hope that you all liked the reading of this rp. I felt that the lyrics and the intensity of the song embodied what HellFighter was all about both past, present, and hopefully future.)

 

[SFZero]

Special Guest: Vomit

The scene fades in on the stately room serving as the office of GXW Promoter and Commissioner JP. Fine oak covers the walls, with the trim painted gold, the light from the imitation chandelier reflecting in the paint.

On one side of the room is a television showing Toby "Mac" singing a song for Hellfighter.

On the other side of the room is a thin chestnut door labled "Toilet." From within the adjoining bathroom we hear horrible, terrible, indescribable wretching and heaving sounds, and the sickening thwack of vomit hitting toilet water.

Fin.

 

[Hell_Fighter]

Oh well...he has an opinion.

[updated:LAST EDITED ON Jan-02-03 AT 12:39 PM (EST)]*Fade In...

*Kansas City, Missouri...

*Kemper Arena...

(Cut to the outside. We see "HellFighter" Michael Shutt walking out of the arena after announcing Toby Mac onto the stage. He makes his way to his car when he is stopped by his good friend, GXW reporter, Joey Tyler walks out to talk to him. A light December snow falls down on the ground as it nears the Christmas holiday. They strike up a small conversation, let's listen in.)

HellFighter: "Hey Joey, what brings you here?"

Tyler: "Nothing really, just thought that I see how you were doing, and get your response on something."

HellFighter: "Response? What about? Can it wait until we get out of this cold, there's a winter storm coming in?"

Tyler: "Well this will only take about as long as you wanna do it. Well at least some people are hoping at least."

HellFighter: (Sarcastic) "Joey, are you saying that nobody wants to hear what I have to say?"

Tyler: "Well you know people are entitled to their own opinions in this world."

HellFighter: "Tell me about it, so what does this have to do with me and tonight?"

Tyler: "Well I recently saw a response on GXW television from our esteemed commissioner JP."

HellFighter: (Mock sarcastic tone sounding like he's hurt) "Oh no, what did he think, oh don't make him demote me again. He might make me...oh dare I say it...an interviewer or something...or better yet...a referee. I take it that he didn't like what he heard."

Tyler: "That's puts it mildly to say the least. I'm sorry to say this but I don't think he likes your choice in theme musics...or musics in general."

HellFighter: "Well you know what they say, opinions are like as...er...I mean butt holes, everybody has one. Sorry Joey old habit from a year ago."

Tyler: Your's and everyone else's I guess. But knowing JP he has the biggest hole of them all."

HellFighter: "JP is a hole. I'm sure Him putting me on Onslaught must of been the highlight of his tenure of commish. Oh well, I guess this is called paying your dues and earning your stripes. Well I'm ready to do it gracefully now unlike last year. I'll work my way up from the bottom to the top in spite what JP thinks. I'm not complaining anymore. I take my dues all in stride."

Tyler: "Yeah but what do you think about JP throwing up at the sound of your potentially new theme song?"

HellFighter: "Oh he threw up? That's rich. Now he thinks he's Darren Drozdoff? Boo hoo. I hope JP doesn't go Balemic on us. Anyway, what am I gonna do about his opinion? Fine, he doesn't like me nor does he like my choice of music. So what. It doesn't matter what he thinks. He thinks I'm a failed personality. Shows what he knows I guess, and he's the judge of all character. Of all of the things in this world that I care about...AGAIN. There are still somethings that I don't care for and his opinions are one of them. Let him think whatever he's going to. I'm not gonna let it affect me. I'm just gonna do my thing and let it be. Simple as that."

Tyler: "Good answer HellFighter."

HellFighter: "So why did you come all the way out here in K.C. just to tell me this?"

Tyler: "I felt that I needed to get your response on a negative comment and see how you would respond to it. I guess I wanted to make sure if you were the changed HellFighter or the poor one from last year."

HellFighter: "Oh...well did I pass?"

Tyler: "For now, only time will tell from here out."

HellFighter: "Agreed. Well what do you say we get out of this cold weather and go get some coffee. Leave JP and his toilet alone. Knowing this promo, it must have made him puke his insides out by now. "

Tyler: "That's the spirit HellFighter, and I appreciate the offer, but I gotta get going. I got a plane to catch myself. I will see you in Brittain."

HellFighter: "Yeah, ditto. God bless and have a merry christmas."

Tyler: "You to HellFighter."

(HellFighter and Tyler go their own separate ways as the camera fades out to black.)

*FADE TO WHITE*

 

[SFZero]

Special Guest: Sandman

[updated:LAST EDITED ON Dec-25-02 AT 09:20 AM (EST) by EZieba (admin)]Fade in on a plush hotel suite. We can tell by the decorations, well done chestnut bedposts, two-pronged electrical outlets, and a Union Jack framed on the wall, that we are most likely somewhere in Britain.

Mounted on the wall by a metal clamp device is a medium sized black television set. It's screen shows Hellfighter and Joey Tyler talking to each other.

On the other side of the room is a large recliner with Commissioner JP sitting in it.

He is quite asleep.

Fin.

 

[Hell_Fighter]

Wake up call by The Sandman.

*(Fade In)...

*(Cut to the interior of a hotel room in England, the designated geographical site for the GXW Brittish PPV that was held earlier in the night at Wembly Stadium. It is late at night. Almost all of the light sources are turned off except for one. The camera follows the light source to the television in the living area. The camera pans around to find "HellFighter" Michael Shutt laying face up on a couch fast asleep. He is still wearing his clothes from earlier in the evening...not his wrestling attire. We see an ever-so-familer bandage taped on his forehead sustained from his match with Cameron Cruise. He lets out a mild snore as he rolls on his side, facing toward the television.)

(After a few moments, HellFighter awakens from his half-dead slumber. He stretches a little bit with outstretched arms before rubbing his eyes and feeling a mild scratchy beard attempting to grow in before his shaves it off the next morning. HellFighter's eyes begin to pull focus as he glances over at the television that is still on. He eyes widen in mild surprise as he looks on the TV. His eyes have finished undialating as he sees on the TV, Commissioner JP's latest promo that has him sleeping through HellFighter and Joey Tyler's conversation. HellFighter shakes his head as he responds to himself outloud.)

HellFighter: "You have got to be kidding me. How long have I been out? Did Cruise hit me that hard? I gotta know just how long has this been on the television rotation? People actually got tired of seeing Denise Austin advertise that thingy she endorses? Honestly I can't see why being the giddy hottie she is, but that's another story. Oh well."

(HellFighter picks up his watch on the end table by the couch to see what time it is.)

"3:00 in the morning, this is not something anybody should wake up to. Seriously, who in their right mind records a promo of someone while their sleeping...let alone puking in their private bathrooms? Are the insomniacs suffering that much? Who would watch something like this?"

(HellFighter pauses as he looks over and stares into the camera. Suddenly he slaps his face, covering his face in his hand and shaking his head.)

HellFighter: "Nevermind. I had to ask, and on that note I'm going to the bathroom to use the toilet. Then I'm going back to sleep...in a bed."

(HellFighter stands up, giving one final stretch before picking up the remote and turning off the television. He starts to walk toward the bathroom when he turns back around to address the camera.)

HellFighter: "Don't tell me you were gonna follow into the bathroom? Sheesh these promo people are getting worse and worse by the day. Listen, I know that Cruise nailed me pretty good, but I promise that I'm alright. I know the doctor told me not to lift anything heavy, but I honestly think that I can manage. Thank you for your consideration, but now you know the way out. Please make like a fetus and head out."

(He pauses as he looks at the cameraman and then chuckles outloud in a mock laughter.)

HellFighter: "Sorry, but I couldn't resists. I had to have my moment of cornball humor. Hey, at least it's not like JP puking or sleeping right? I know that he has more charisma and mic skills in his pinky than I do in my whole body, but gimme a break. I'm trying. Oh well, just like I said before, I'm not worried about what he does or says to me. He can puke out his insides for all I care. Simply put, everybody can think whatever they want about me. I'm not worried. It's his opinion and his life. My little warning is...

Sleeping giants always get the biggest wakeup calls.

"Translation, Rip Van Winkle has to wake up sooner or later. Now it's time to fade out and you to leave, and I gotta go to the bathroom. Stick a fork in me, I am so done. That's all I gotta say, and you can quote me on that...all of it."

(HellFighter walks off to the bathroom and goes inside. He closes the door behind him. The camera complies and cuts the camera out fading it to static and then to white.)

*FADE TO WHITE*

 

[SFZero]

A Short Film

A black screen. Slowly, white letter title cards begin to fade in and fade out in sequence.

If you really don't care what other people think about you...

Why have you responded to me twice?

Fin.

Fin.

 

[Hell_Fighter]

You've got mail!

*(Fade In)...

*(The next morning)...

*(The camera cuts to the hotel room of "HellFighter" Michael Shutt in his English hotel room. He is already awake after sleeping almost the whole night. The camera shows HellFighter sitting in a chair at a desk. He pulls out a black Macintosh laptop powerbook. He opens it up and turns it on. After a few moments of powering up, he hooks it up to have access to the internet.)

HellFighter: "Let's check my email. I'm sure that I don't have anything worth wild, but I guess it's an old habit to say the least."

(HellFighter uses the finger mouse on the keyboard to click to the designated site. He goes to his email and types in his username and password then clicks it in. It takes him into his inbox where a box appears on the screen.)

"YOU HAVE NEW MAIL"

(HellFighter tilts his head in a mild surprise as an eyebrow raises. He shrugs his shoulders as he clicks on it. It takes him into the page where it says who it is from.)

"From Commissioner JP...

Subject: "A Short Film."

(Curiosity gets the best of HellFighter as he takes a breath and clicks the email. Inside it goes to a page with an attached file to the email. HellFighter clicks on the attached file to reveal a little animated CGI short film constructed by Commissioner JP and his webmasters.)

*A black screen. Slowly, white letter title cards begin to fade in and fade out in sequence.

If you really don't care what other people think about you...

Why have you responded to me twice?

Fin.
(HellFighter sits at the chair in deep thought thinking to himself. Finally after a few moments, he clicks the "Reply" icon. Once there, HellFighter begins typing up a response to JP's short film.)

HellFighter typing on keyboard: "Hey JP, I got your email. Oh the wonders of modern technology eh? Those webmasters of your's must earn their money. Good response. You asked a very good question, and I hope that I have a good response to your question. Chances are, you'll probably think it isn't, but what do I know? I never said it was going to be pretty, I just try to write the truth as the way I see it. I know it doesn't always come out the way I want it to, but it's all in the interpretation of the reader. It's what you and I make it out to be right? I guess that's why they call it an opinion."

"You asked the question why have I responded twice? Funny, I should of asked you first when you responded to my concert appearance. You didn't have to, but you just couldn't resist could you? You know, when you turned the camera on and let your words vomit out of your mouth. You didn't have to turn that camera on and respond, but you did. Then you responded again through your subconsious anyway. I only replied to you because you replied to me. Isn't that how it works JP? I do something that turns your stomach, and you repond in the most disgusting way possible. If anything, you should of let it be and let me do my thing in Kansas City right before I left for Englang, but you didn't. You are the one who started this, I only pushed it further. Two wrongs don't make a right, but I guess I'm one of those people who just has to get in the last word. I guess it's an old habit and old habits are hard to break. Tell me about it, I'm living proof of that. Anyway, let's not talk about who started this between us, let's talk about how it's gonna end between us."

"Now we could end in many different ways. You could fire me? Or well, persuade Dupree and Zieba not to re-sign me when my contract runs out? I'm sure that you'll be doing the GXW a huge service by getting rid of me. I'm sure that you have the stroke to do so. I recognize that. Anyway, let's skip passed the insults on one another and get to the heart of what all this is about."

"I am always willing to call a spade a spade. I admit that we still have some unfinished business that we need to settle once and for all. What you did to me at Global Warfare last year was wrong, but what I did to you was just as wrong. Two wrongs don't make a right. I will admit where I went wrong, and I messed up. I hope that you will see in your heart to forgive me as I have forgiven you in my heart. All is forgiven...on my end. The question is now what will you do? Will you be professional and forgive me, or will you me like some people and loom my past mistakes over my head. I admit that I deserve it, but for how long? I know that we reap what we sow, but I'm ready to for the reaping to end. It's a new season. It's time to prepare for a new harvest."

"I meant what I said when I didn't care what other people thought; however, that still doesn't mean I acknowledge what they say about me only because I have to. Especially when I feel like they are in the wrong. I truly believe that I am not the same man from last year. I am different. I'm not just saying this, I will prove it. I will prove it to you, Zieba, Dupree, the locker room, the fans, but most importantly to myself and to My God. I know you probably don't believe me, but just wait because I will prove it if I have the chance to. All I'm asking is another chance. I'll make you proud. I know that's hard to do for someone in my position dealing with someone as opposite as me, but I'm gonna try."

"For the first time in my pro wrestling career since I was in amature wrestling, I am wrestling with a passion again. I am going out and wrestling people, and not focusing on the outcome. If I go another year without one win, let alone one another title shot, that's okay. If the front office decides not to re-sign me to a new contract, that's okay. I am loved. I feel like for the first I am wrestling without worrying about wins and losses. I'm just going out and wrestling to the best of my ability. If win then I win, and if I lose then so what. Each and every match that you book me in, I will give the fights of my life. This is not a matter of returning to my former glories. This is a matter of exceeding beyond what my past has labeled me and journeying into a future not yet traveled for any man let alone me. I am no longer compelled by the prize at the end, but the journey that has been laid out before me. I am a new creation, and not the same man you remember from before."

"I know you can not grasp onto these things now, but when it's all said and done, when the dust has finally settled. It will all come to pass. This is my vow. Take it however you want it, but this is the truth. As jumbled and messed as it is, it's still the truth. I wish that we could speak to each other face to face in your office. Where I could address these matters face to face and look you in the eye, but for now I must settle for this. If you wish to speak to me eye to eye, then set a time and a day. I'll be there. Let's bury the past and look forward to the future."

Sincerely,
God Bless,
"HellFighter" Michael Shutt

P.S. Just so you don't forget, my name is Michael...not Patrick. A little note for the future.

(HellFighter leans back in his chair as he looks over what he has written to Commissioner JP. He takes a sigh of relief as he thinks to himself, and then a faint smile comes on his face. Finally he rolls his finger on the fingertip keyboard mouse over to the "Send" icon. He hesitates for a moment, but then says something out loud.)

HellFighter: "I'll show you. I'll show you all. Don't be caught sleeping or you'll miss it like a theif in the night."

(Hanging on that sentence, HellFighter clicks the "Send" icon. The laptop screen changes to the message conformation to indicate that the message has been sent.)

"Message sent"

(HellFighter turns the power off on his laptop and closes it. The camera fades out to white.)

*FADE TO WHITE*

 

[SFZero]

I hate spam.

Fade in on a desk bearing an active computer. Microsoft Outlook Express is up on the screen and the user begins clicking through the files, examining the new mail. Our cursor eventually settles on an e-mail from HellFighter Michael Patrick Shutt, however due to the excessive length of the name, the "From" column abbreviates it as "HellFig."

The scenes goes into fast forward mode as the user reads the e-mail, to spare the audience of having to read a previous statement again. Once the user is finished, the scene resumes its normal speed, and the cursor clicks on reply.

TO: Hellfig
FROM: Commissioner JP
SUBJECT: RE: Stupidity

Loom your past mistakes over your head? Why "Patrick," there's absolutely no need for that at all. I would never deign to bring up your past mistakes. There's enough mistakes in your ill-composed e-mail to provide filler for an entire pay-per-view! Let's take a look shall we?

Those webmasters of your's must earn their money.

Apparently you have confused plurality with ownership. Next time, try "yours."

If anything, you should of let it be and let me do my thing in Kansas City right before I left for Englang, but you didn't.

Englang? Is that near England?

Anyway, let's skip passed the insults on one another and get to the heart of what all this is about."

Brush up on your past-tense. Survey says: "past" not "passed."

I know that we reap what we sow, but I'm ready to for the reaping to end.

It appears you were using an intelligent metaphor here. However, I know better. You obviously meant that you are ready for the "raping" of your "career" to end.

I will prove it to you, Zieba, Dupree, the locker room, the fans, but most importantly to myself and to My God.

When dealing with divinity, only words relating to the deity are capitalized. For instance, "He," "Father," "His," et all. You are most certainly not a god, therefore "My" should not be capitalized. Also, on an unrelated note, when did Jehovah become your personal god? You constantly refer to "your god" as if everyone else worshipped something else.

For the first time in my pro wrestling career since I was in amature wrestling, I am wrestling with a passion again.

Survey says: "amateur" not "amature." Perhaps if you extended that passion toward clicking on the damned spell-checker, I wouldn't have to waste my time pointing out your numerous short-comings.

Case in point, you respond to me because you feel threatened and embarassed, then feel that you must try and "redeem" yourself publicly, and of course fail miserably; see your above e-mail.

As to your suggestion for us meeting face to face...I think it's a wonderful idea. I would love for you to be my personal guest on the upcoming X-Perience. We can work out some differences, have a cup of cocoa, and call it a night. If you accept, just let me know. A forty-minute promo won't be necessary, just a quick RSVP.

-JP

 

[Hell_Fighter]

RE: Thanks for the tips (again).

[updated:LAST EDITED ON Jan-04-03 AT 01:17 PM (EST)]*(Fade in on a desk bearing an active laptop computer. Microsoft Outlook Express is up on the screen and the user begins clicking through the files, examining the new mail. The cursor eventually settles on an e-mail from Commissioner JP. The curser moves to select the new email. After a few moments of reading the email, we hear a single slap on the forehead followed by a subtle "CRAP". The curser moves down to "Reply". From there the following message is being typed.)

TO: Commissioner JP
FROM: HellFighter
RE: Thanks for the tips again

Hey JP,

I got your email reply. Once again you show me that once again, like always I let my emotions get the best of me. You're right, I should pay more careful attention to detail. You didn't have to point out the obvious, but you did and I thank you. I really gotta stop getting lost in the moments. You're right, I need to use the spell check more often, but what do I know. Thank you for picking my email apart, and revealing to me again just how different you and I are. You didn't have to waste your time pointing out my mistakes. All you needed to do was get to the whole point why you're replying to me. A lengthy object lesson is not neccessary. It's not stupidity just foolishness on my part. I'm trying to learn here.

Which brings me to the real subject for my reply. I'm glad that we are in agreement about one thing. We do need to get this out in the open and meet each other face to face to settle our differences. I do like the wonderful idea of looking each other in the eye and taking care these issues once and for all. You're right, a forty minute promo confrontation is not neccessary. I don't know about the cup of cocoa though. Maybe that's pushing it a little bit at this time. We'll just take everything one step at a time. We're both mature adults here. I think we can settle our business in a professional manner. I accept your personal invitation on X-Perience. We'll take care of everything then and there, and lay everything to rest once and for all. Whoa, whattaya know, I guess this is a RSVP. You set the time and the day. I'll be there. This is my vow. We'll I look forward to our future one on one meeting. Thank you for your time.

Sincerely,
God Bless,
"HellFighter" Michael Shutt

 

[Hell_Fighter]

Final thoughts (Hopefully)

*(Fade in on the interior of an unknown local gymnasium in Belfast, Northern Ireland. The camera cuts to the weightroom of several large local irishmen are doing what appears to be their normal physical workouts. The camera pans around searching for a familer face until it catches within it's view of sight, GXW veteran superstar, "HellFighter" Michael Shutt. The camera approaches his quietly so it does not disturb HellFighter during his workout. HellFighter is wearing; white with black trim Addidas shorts with tight speedo shorts underneath, a white tight tank top, and white Asaics tennis shoes. He is currently doing pull-up bar. He is holding onto towels tied to the bar with a weightbelt around his waist and a 45 lbs weight chained to it. As his chin clears the bar, he exhales a controlled breath before dropping back down and starting again with the next rep. The sweat pouring off his body shows that he has been in the gym for a while now, but he is showing no signs of quiting anytime soon.)

HellFighter: (Going up) "19...(He goes down, but then pulls himself back up, his muscles slightly shaking as he goes up again.)...20."

(HellFighter lets himself drop down steadily to the floor. He unhooks the weighted belt and sets it down. HellFighter walks over to a pile of his stuff off in the corner and picks up a water bottle. He takes a drink from it before noticing the camera for the first time. He rolls his eyes and shakes his head as he glances in the direction of the camera.)

HellFighter: "Yes what can I do for you?"

(HellFighter pauses while he listens to the cameraman behind the camera telling him the reasoning why he is there.)

HellFighter: "Hmmm...I see, you want my final thoughts on this little war of words between myself and Commissioner JP, is that right?"

(The Cameraman nods in agreement.)

HellFighter: "There really isn't much else to say. We've said our peice. We're willing to meet in a peaceful setting on X-Perience to finally settle things once and for all. I'll be there to admit that I was wrong and make amends for what I did. Sounds simple enough doesn't it?"

(HellFighter pauses for a moment)

HellFighter: "Actually it's a pretty humbling experience to say the least, but it's what I need to do. It's the mature thing to do. It's the right thing to do. It's the Christian thing to do. If I have wronged somebody, then I need to go up to them and make amends before the sun goes down. I can't give the devil a foothold on my life again now can I? I can not move on into the future until a confront and bury the past. My past will be laid to rest before I enter the King Of the Cage Tournament. How can I expect to have any remote chance of willing the tournament if I am burdened by my mistakes? I'm at my best when I am fighting with a clear mind and a clean heart. I look very foward to JP's invitation to address these matter face to face...(grinning shyly)...without a forty minute promo. I just want to cut right to the chase, do my thing, and then leave it be. I have a match to win...er I mean tournament to win."

(HellFighter pauses while he listens to the cameraman again from behind his camera.)

HellFighter: "What? Does JP have anything planned for me at X-Perience? No I don't think he does. As much as JP is pretty controlling in his ways, he is still professional. I don't think that he would start a confrontation with me. What would be the point? Like I said before; we'll do our thing, make amends, and go our separate ways. How hard can that be?"

(HellFighter pauses as he listens to the cameraman again.)

HellFighter: "Is there anything that I wish to ask JP? Well now that you think about it, I am kind of curious why he screwed me at Global Warfare last year. It is something unsettling that I have pondered for a while. Afterall, it is the reason why I attacked him on the Revolution following the ppv. I obviously don't want to attack him now. What's the point? That obviously never settles anything. I just kind of need to know. I do need to have an answer, it's just now I find myself being a lot more patient than before. It would help me out a great deal if he told me. Put a little peace in my heart I guess. It's entirely up to him on if he wants to tell me. Either way I await his answer. As for his knitpicking on my promos and emails, I only wonder about his motives sometimes. When he knitpicks on my emails and promos, is he doing it for my sake or for his sake? Is it to help me or to make him feel bigger and better at my expense? Sorry, just some random thoughts that wonder in my mind."

(HellFighter pauses as he listens to the next question from the cameraman.)

HellFighter: "Do I honestly think that I can win the King of the Cage tournament? Honestly, I don't know. I have ALOT to prove. There are tons of great talents in my half of the tourney alone let alone in the entire thing. I have to worry about how I am gonna beat the people in my division. I know it won't be easy. Some say that for a person in my position, the odds of me winning the KoTC are against me. In fact, it's flat out impossible for me to win. I can understand that. After the horrible 2002 that I had, I can see how 2003 could appear rather bleak for me to say the least. However, I'm looking very forward to the tournament. If I win, that's great. If I lose, that's okay to. It's not the end of the world for me, and I will still go on. I'm cool with it either way. I'm not looking to lose, but if I cross that bridge then I will cross it with my head help high. I may get eliminated from the KoTC, but I will not be beaten in life. Win or lose, I will go on. I will be ready for the outcome."

(HellFighter listens to the final question from the cameraman.)

HellFighter: "Is there anything that I wish to say to my oponant in the first round on X-Perience, Zell Hunter?"

(HellFighter ponders as he thinks abuot that question for a moment.)

HellFighter: "Zell, what's there to say? If there is one thing that I have learned in this business, it's to never count out the little man. I never sell people short or take them for granted...anymore. Zell I respect and hold you in high regard as a in ring performer. I believe that both of us have something to prove in this tournament. We're both underdogs. We both will do whatever it takes to win. This tournament could make or break us. You are possibly doing this tournament for my friend, Trynyty Wang. You obviously care very deeply for her and I have no doubt in my heart that you will treat her right. I don't have to tell you anything you don't know. However, there is a difference between you and me. You are doing this for the love a woman. I am doing this for My God and me. Our motives and ambitions are what divide us. Only the purest of hearts will truly decide who will move on the tournament and who will watch from the sidelines. I don't have to threaten you with any idle babbles. We both know each other pretty well. However, I will pray for the the best in the both of us. God bless my friend, see you on X-Perience."

"On that note, we fade out. That's all I gotta say, and you can quote me on that. All of it. Fade to black. I have a match and a confrontation to get ready for."

(Heeding the polite advice of HellFighter, the camera complies as HellFighter returns to his workout as he walks over to the sqaut rack. He starts loading up weights onto the bar. The camera fades out to white.)

*FADE TO WHITE*