Television Championship: Exploding Cage - Spectre v Chaos (c)

[TheOriginalSE]

All RP for the SPECTRE v CHAOS (c) Electrified Exploding Cage match for the Television Title at New ERA Destrucity should be posted in this thread.

RP and angles are due Tuesday, July 6th at 11:59pm. All angles should be sent to secandido@comcast.net ... enjoy!

 

[Spectre]

Inspecta Spectre Out To Get Ya

*The camera fades in to what looks to be like a commercial. Hip hop beats are played in the background, as Funkmaster Flex appears.*

FUNKMASTER FLEX: BLAH! BLAH! BLAH! BLAH! This is Funkmaster Flex with his Lugs FMF-1 driving shoe kicking it in ya ear with so much flava you won'ts believe whose blazin' on the hip hop scene as of late! Who the hell am I talkin' 'bout? INSPECTA SPECTRE *****ES! He's gots da hip hop scene on LOCKDOWN, as he moved from the wrestling ring to the music scene, and he's got you motha ****as owned hardcore! TAKE A LISTEN!

*The camera cuts to Inspecta Spectre, dressed in all his white glory, in a sound recording booth with headphones on, as he bobs his head to the beat being played*

INSPECTA SPECTRE:
GET AT ME DOG!
GET AT ME DOG!

MY NAME IS INSPECTA SPECTRE
AND I'M GONNA DECK YA
SO YOU BEST STEP OFF
OR ELSE I'LL WRECK YA

I ROCKS YUFFS AND STUFFS
WITH MY COCOA PUFFS
AS I DIVE RIGHT IN
ON YOUR MOTHER'S MUFF

NOW LISTEN TO A STORY
ABOUT A MAN NAMED SPECTRE
A LIVING LEGEND LIKES
HECTER SKELTER

MOTHA****ERS BE STEPPIN'
AND STRAIGHT UP TRIPPIN'
BUT THEY BE BROUGHT DOWN
BY THE RHYMES I'M KICKIN'

*Camera cuts right back to Funkmaster Flex*

FUNKMASTER FLEX: Dogg that was THE HOTTEST **** I've ever heard! Inspecta Spectre is here, with songs that will make yo asses bounce! Listen to this next motha****in joint *****es!

*Camera cuts back to Inspecta Spectre back in the sound recording booth*

INSPECTA SPECTRE:
YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A PUNK ASS *****!
YOU MAKE MY BALLS ****IN' ITCH AND ITCH AND ITCH!

YOU THINK YOU HAVE THIS **** ON LOCKDOWN
BUT I'M THE HOTTEST MOTHA DATS WEARIN' DA CROWN!

EVERY MOTHA****A WANTS TO BE LIKE ME!
BUT AIN'T NOBODY CAN BE LIKE DA S-P-E-C-T-R-E!

WHERE MY *****ES AT!
WHERE MY *****ES AT!
BECAUSE MY NINE INCHER
IS WHERE ITS AT!

WHERE MY *****ES AT!
WHERE MY *****ES AT!
BECAUSE MY NINE INCHER
IS WHERE ITS AT!

*The camera cuts back to Funkmaster Flex*

FUNKMASTER FLEX: DAMN DOG! THAT WAS HOT! BUT CHECK OUT THIS ONE LAST JOINT FROM MY MAIN MAN INSPECTA SPECTRE *****ES!

*The camera cuts back to Inspecta Spectre one last time*

INSPECTA SPECTRE:

LISTEN TO MY STORY ABOUT A MAN NAMED CHAOS
WHO THOUGHT HE WAS THE BIGGEST MOTHA****IN' HOSS

BUT THE ***** DON'T EVER UNDERSTAND
THAT HE CAN'T STEP TO THIS BIG MAN

HIS BROTHER HELLION WAS MY *****
AND PSYCHO IS ONE TOO
I BE ROCKIN' IT LIKE OLD SCHOOL
SCREAMIN' "WHATCHA' GONNA DO!"

CHAOS YOU CAN SUCK ON DEEZ
AS YOU GETS TO YO KNEES
AS I HAVE YOU AND YOUR MOTHER
SCREAMIN' **** ME PLEASE!

I'M GONNA HURT YOU DOGG
NO DOUBT 'BOUT IT
I'M GONNA MAKE YO ASS SCREAM
NO DOUBT 'BOUT IT
YOU'RE GONNA BE MY *****
NO DOUBT 'BOUT IT
JUST LIKE YOUR WOMAN
NO DOUBT 'BOUT IT

NOW CHAOS THOUGHT HE WAS COOL
BUT HE'S THE BIGGEST FOOL

HE THINKS HE'S DA G
BUT HE CAN'T STEP TO DEEZ

YOUR MOTHA'S A WHORE
YOUR FATHER'S A TOOL
YOUR BROTHER'S SLEEP TOGETHER
AND THAT ISN'T COOL

CHAOS YOU CAN SUCK ON DEEZ
AS YOU GETS TO YO KNEES
AS I HAVE YOU AND YOUR SISTER
SCREAMIN' **** ME PLEASE!

I'M GONNA HURT YOU DOGG
NO DOUBT 'BOUT IT
I'M GONNA MAKE YO ASS SCREAM
NO DOUBT 'BOUT IT
YOU'RE GONNA BE MY *****
NO DOUBT 'BOUT IT
JUST LIKE YOUR WOMAN
NO DOUBT 'BOUT IT

*The camera cuts to Spectre standing in front of a brick wall, in a gangsta pose, with a bandana tied around his masked head.*

SPECTRE: Yo, what up *****es? Inspecta Spectre representin' the 718! Yo, yous gots to get my new joint, as it's the hottest **** in da hood! But, before I gets a steppin to mack down on some of my hoes, let me talk about dis foo' Chaos.

Chaos, you are nuttin but a little *****! And if you knows what's best fo' you, you's get on yo hands and knees and start sucking on the biggest member in wrestling!

*The camera pans away and shows this commerical being played on a television. Camera pans back some more, revealing Spectre to be sitting in a chair, wearing a smoking jacket and a pair of Spongebob Squarepants pajama bottoms and slippers. He has a pipe in his masked mouth, as he turns to the camera*

SPECTRE: Hello dear friends, your favorite masked thespian and all-around do-gooder Spectre here. It has been a long time hasn't it? You know, it feels like it was yesterday when I was holding up the IWF's Triple Crown championship, as all the fans started chanting my name while the ladies were throwing their panties at me. But that's another story. In truth, it appears there are some questions as to why am I back in this sport and well to be honest.....I have the answer.

*Spectre blows on the pipe, which has bubbles coming out.*

SPECTRE: You see, my old favorite buddy Suicide was down on his luck and well, me and the boys.....we had a meeting. Who these gentlemen are matters not, for in the end, it was decided that yours truly would take Suicide's place and represent everything he stood for. Personally between you and me....he didn't stand for a damn thing I cared about. Nevertheless, since this gentleman named Chaos is angry and furious with my old pal, it is within my best interest to challenge this scoundrel. Now you're probably wondering out there what my real reason is in facing Chaos.

Funny you should mention that. You see, a while back, the last man I defeated like the, well.....punk ass that he is, was none other than Chaos' older brother and one of the most famous World champions ever; Hellion. Now Hellion is much like our friend Chaos; rude, crude, egotistical, obnoxious, and just a plain jackass. Hellion, like always, thought he could walk into that ring and beat up on ol' Spectre. Well, let me tell you, that in no way, shape, and form happened. I was dancing on that bastard's lifeless body while I lifted those three World championships like I was a college man in a panty raid, clutching the sweetest cotton blend in my hand. You see Chaos, I own you. You're mine baby. You're already defeated. You really believe that Television title's is going to be around your waist? Dream on. What do you know about death matches, other than the fact your brother Psycho was dropped on his head like he was when he was a child in one? You have no experience in these kind of matches. But me.....I......I.....

*Just then, a laugh echoes through the room in which Spectre sits in*

SPECTRE: Who's there!? Show yourself!

VOICE: Spectre, Spectre, Spectre......talking like you're the one......you know this is only temperary.....

SPECTRE: Where are you!?

VOICE: You know EXACTLY where I am.....and you know like I know.....you won't be around for long.....

SPECTRE: ***** I came out on top from all those other sons of a *****es and I won! I was the one that he....

VOICE: You really think you're going to defeat Chaos? That's even more funny than the stunts you pull. Maybe you need to stop living with the delusions in your mind and get back into reality. For you see.....the reality is.....he's coming.....and when he does......you will no longer cease to exist.....

SPECTRE: **** YOU! **** YOU IN YOUR ASS! I'M STAYING *****! DON'T YOU KNOW WHO I AM!? I'M SPECTRE *****! I'M THE GREATEST MAN TO EVER GRACE A DAMN RING! CHAOS IS GOING DOWN! AND I WILL REIGN SUPREME! I WILL BE THE NEXT NEW TELEVISION CHAMPION!

VOICE: You've always been so blind to the lie Spectre...

SPECTRE: DON'T GIVE ME THAT "SO BLIND TO THE LIE" BULL****! I AM HERE TO STAY!

*Spectre turns and faces the camera*

SPECTRE: CHAOS! YOU DON'T KNOW WHO THE **** YOU'RE MESSING WITH! I'M FROM THE STREETS! I REPRESENT EVERYTHING WRESTLING IS BABY! YOU'RE DEAD COME DESTRUCITY OR WHATEVER THE HELL IT'S CALLED!

*Spectre storms out of the camera's view, but the camera still focuses on the room*

VOICE: Chaos.....dear boy.......you too have become so blind to the lie. Enjoy playing with Spectre. Hurt him, maim him, torture him.....it will all be for naught. Enjoy wasting your energy and time on a man who will no longer exist. Your real enemy awaits at Destrucity.....and you're not going to like the end result.....not one bit....

*The camera then fades out*

 

[Devil666]

Ready and waiting for you

(The sound of a loud thumping bass pierces the hot Las Vegas night. A tall figure slowly moves through a large crowd of people illuminated by green and red lighting. The outline of is form is shaky through the smoke and haze. He slowly walks past the crowd towards a door clearly marked exit. The camera follows him into the warm night air. He exhales deeply removing the stale air and cigarette smoke from his lungs. He breathes deeply the warm dry air and a smile comes to his face. He leans against the back wall and looks up at the full moon high above the desert. He then turns the bright smile and look down into the camera)

Chaos: So this is what I waited for. this is the great surprise. This is the coward that couldn't face me in the ring. The man who had to attack me from behind, because he couldn't walk up to me like the man he claims to be. Now I ask...who is the *****? Well I'll tell you it won't be me. Not this time...I wanted this match to be with Suicide. I wanted the...

(the smiles grows wider and he lets forth a loud laugh)

Chaos: Man? Well maybe. Myth?...not even close. Legend...only in his own eyes. Why? Because you never stick around Suicide. You never stick around. You come and make grand statements. You tell the world just how good you think you are. Then when it comes time to prove it...comes time to step up...comes time to show live-up too your building. well you disappear and we await the next time you make a comeback. We wait for the next big return in another league where the heat his died down and you can shout to the heavens just how great you are. Well I don't buy it and I never did. We've gone back and forth...had our give and take. I'm one man that won't back down, but you...well you always will.

(He takes a few steps away from the wall. The camera follows as he marches forward his heavy boots crushing the loose gravel of the parking lot. He stands now the bright moonlight half Illuminating his body)

Chaos: But in your absence Suicide. Well here comes Spectre. You know I wonder if that was the same man who fought my brother. I wondering if it was the same man who squeaked out a win over him. I hear you talking about it.

(He smiles and shrugs his shoulders)

Chaos: Hell I've heard many a man talk about that. It's not very often you get a victory over a Legend. When you think about it long enough I really can't blame you for touting that achievement. Problem is it all rings a little hollow. Because it was years ago when that was done and I doubt highly anyone has heard you name since the night it happened. Yet even more there's an even bigger problem you haven't bothered to mention.

(He takes a few steps forward his face now fully light by the full moon)

Chaos: I'm not my brother. I'm bigger. I'm stronger. I'm younger and unlike ever before...I actually give a damn this time. see in the past wrestling was a means to an end. It was just something to pay the bills. I worked all over the world. I've done matches you don't even know about. I've been to Japan, Europe, the Middle East, America and back. A world tour that didn't mean anything to me back then, but a paycheck. Yet this time it's different. I'm not the same man I was before. I'm not the same wrestler I was before. I'm not in it for the money anymore. Now...I'm in it for the long haul. that's why...more then ever before...I'm looking forward to this match.

(He pauses fro a moment and rolls up the sleeve to his shirt. He removes the bandage from his forearm and tosses it to the ground. he takes a step froward and shows the still unhealed burn marks from the tazor gun)

Chaos: There I was Suicide. There I was coming after you. I hit the ring prepared to tear you apart and you ran for the hills. I didn't get my hands on you that night, but I will. Yet I did get a hold of Nightmare.I wrapped him in the Python-Lock and I squeezed with everything I had. I felt the breath leave his body. I felt his arm grow cold and numb as the blood stopped flowing. they tried to stop me

(He smiles and laughs)

Chaos: They tried. I felt the shock fro that tazor time and time again. I felt the heat and the pain, but it didn't stop me. then I felt the snap. I felt the snap of Nightmare's arm and finally the pressure I applied was broken. Then they zapped me again. and I finally let go. I wish it had been you that night Suicide. I really wish, but locked in that cage you won't be there, but Spectre.

(He raises his right hand and extends a middle finger pointing ahead)

Chaos: You will be. I don't mind the shock. I really don't. that tazor didn't phase me...that cage won't either. As for the explosions.

(He shakes his head in disagreement)

Chaos: Just something to push the ante. Something that unlike you Spectre...well your just not used to doing that. I am though. I push limits...I push buttons...I push back and Suicide doesn't like that. You won't either. Because when that bell rings I'm exactly where I want to be. See it was no accident I was there the night Brody Hansen wrestled. I was there with full intention of getting in that ring. Brody called me early. He told me he was too inured to compete. he knew if Arabesque got him in a submission his leg just wouldn't hold out. So he was done after that match. He the appointment to get his knee scoped the very next day. that's why I showed up. I wanted to take his place. I wanted to get back in the ring. I planned it all along, because I wanted a shot at you Suicide. I wanted a shot and I got it. I got you to use your anger and your ego against yourself and no matter how you look at it...I was able to beat you...AGAIN!!!!!!!

(Chaos pauses and looks down at his watch. A few seconds go by and an alarm sound marking the mid-night hour. He smiles and then looks back up)

Chaos: See Spectre. Your just a name. Listen tot he voice, because I won't pay it any mind. You’re a mirror waiting to be smashed and I don't believe in bad luck. You've never been in the ring with the man I am now. So talk all you want. Curse, swear sample a couple of real artists and nursery rhyme your life away. I hear people talk **** to me all night long. Difference is with you...well I'm going to get you alone...in the cage.

(He rubs his hands together and an eager look nearly overwhelms him)

Chaos: and worst of all. At least for you.

(He leans froward his face filling up the screen)

Chaos: When I wrap you in the Python-Lock. Well there's not going to be ANYONE to stop me. And maybe...just maybe when the mirror has been smashed, Well then that voice of yours will come out and show his face. I'll be looking for just one more man to show the world that he doesn't live-up to the hype. I hope he was listening. Because...I'm done talking.

(Chaos looks up at the full moon. Thin clouds start to cover and the light begins to fade. Again his heavy feet can be heard crushing the gravel below. He stops at the door to the nightclub and pauses. He inhales deeply from the warm fresh air and quickly steps inside the door. the cloud of smoke from inside the night club slowly blows away and the breeze)

<FTB>

 

[Spectre]

Forgive Me Father, For I Have Sinned

*The camera cuts in to the outside of St. Patrick's Cathedral. Lots of clergymen, Catholic school children, and others walk in and out and to and fro from the cathedral. The bell starts ringing as a man, dressed in white ghost costume slowly walks up to the steps. He stands motionless for awhile, staring at the cathedral. Then, the camera cuts to a shot of the front of his mask, revealing him to be Spectre. He looks down, sort of a depressed emotion coming off of him, as he sighs heavily. He then nods his head and finally moves, making his way to the doors of the cathedral. The camera cuts inside, where Spectre walks in its hallowed halls. Some choir boys run playfully past Spectre, as he makes his way to the confession booth. He enters, as the camera cuts to Spectre, sitting down. Someone behind the screen is shown, although his identity is not known.*

SPECTRE: Forgive me Father for I have sinned.

VOICE: What do you wish to confess my son?

SPECTRE: It's been a few days since I last sinned. I was acting like a buffoon.....*sighs*....I just don't know if I am cut out for what I am about to do.

VOICE: Well my son, we are all destined to do something in life. Maybe if you were more descriptive....

SPECTRE: I shouldn't say Father.....

VOICE: Come now my son, tell me what troubles you...

SPECTRE: Well, there's this guy named Chaos. He's said a lot of mean things, not to just me, but more so to my best friend in the entire world. *sighs* You know, I tried to forgive him, even pray for him every night, it's just that, well.....deep down inside....

VOICE: Yes....?

SPECTRE: Well Father.....I want to kill him....

*Spectre looks at the screen, the feeling of depression coming off of him.*

VOICE: Well why do you want to kill him my son?

SPECTRE: For instance....this gentleman keeps insulting my best friend, basically calling him all these things that HE is himself. Talk about hypocrisy!

VOICE: Yes....go on....

SPECTRE: Also, about attacking people from behind, like how he claims my best friend and I have done....you should have seen him the times he came out from hiding underneath the ring and started swinging a metal chair. I mean MY GOD....

*The person behind the screen coughs*

SPECTRE: Sorry father....I'm just very angry with what he's doing. I mean I understand if he's upset that he's living in his brother's shadow. I mean who wouldn't? His brother, his name is Hellion by the way, has accomplished more in one month than this guy Chaos has done in his entire career. So what does he do? He starts feeding his ego by saying everyone else has one?

VOICE: Sounds like this is a serious matter. Have you tried to confront him personally with this?

SPECTRE: Well we are going to meet in person, in some horrific match, but I tried sending him letters, calling him, e-mailing him, hell....

*The voice behind the screen coughs again*

SPECTRE: Sorry....I even sent him an eight by ten glossy of myself, with an inscription reading, "From your best friend in the whole, whole world! Just remember, Jesus loves you!", and what do I get as a thanks? He's going to ignore me? What kind of person would do such a lowdown, rotten thing? Who? WHO!?

VOICE: Well it sounds to me like your friend Chaos needs to compensate for something. To be honest, I'm somewhat of a connoisseur of wrestling myself and I have heard these words from this young man. To me, he's afflicted with a case of jealousy. Your friend....Suicide right?

SPECTRE: Yes...

VOICE: It seems to me that your friend Suicide has accomplished a lot and has never thrown it in anyone's face. Due to the fact that he's very humble, yet serious at what he does, your friend Chaos is jealous he does not possess quality traits such as those. I remember actually turning on the television and seeing your friend Suicide making your friend Chaos scream like a *****....

SPECTRE: What!?

VOICE: Sorry....in any case, I've seen the war between these two men and to be perfectly honest.....it wasn't a war to begin with. How do you call a one-sided war where this man Chaos has received his ass on a silver platter time and time again? I mean, the only reason he won the TV title is because Suicide GAVE it away. He didn't care about some petty title.....but Chaos did.....oh yes he most certainly did....

SPECTRE: Father, are you feeling well?

VOICE: Quite right my son, quite right indeed.....

*The voice behind the screen coughs for a bit*

VOICE: Nevertheless there are a few things you should know about this Chaos gentleman. First off, Chaos never has wrestled a hardcore, extreme, or death match in his entire career. To say that he has more experience in this match coming up against you is simply ignorance playing a trick on his fragile psyche. He talks about his experience wrestling AROUND the world like no one else has done it. I know you have done it my son....

SPECTRE: Yes I have...

VOICE: I don't see it as an uncommon trait in a wrestler's life. Also, why brag about snapping someone's neck? It's one thing to BRAG about something such as this, but it's an entirely whole 'nother subject when someone is ABLE to do these things WITHOUT even TRYING! That's one reason why many people hate your good friend Suicide. Because he can do these things within a blink of an eye......but doesn't care about it one way or another. Hell, did you see that six man Survivor match? Chaos was throwing people to Suicide, just so they could wear him down so that way, in the end.....he would have an easy time defeating him. But did he? No my son, he did not. He tapped like the ***** he was. Oh yes my son.....tapped liked a ***** he did....

SPECTRE: FATHER! How can you use such vulgarities like that?

VOICE: Shut the hell up you little crybaby! Listen to you whining about this guy Chaos! You're just as bad as Chaos is. I've had to listen to that guy complain for years. He comes from the same wrestling school where they teach you how to do one thing: lay down when something bigger and badder comes your way. I've had enough of him and this is why I choose not to even face him. I've defeated him more times than I can count. He talked about he "wasn't being serious until now" like it was all a joke to him before. The only joke I've seen is his punk ass trying to act serious. For years I have bled and sweated and never ONCE have I asked for people to bow down before me like I was a golden god. But this man? He wins his first World Title, in a league where he was a joke and I.....I was the one people watched, and thinks that he's the greatest thing in the entire world. These hands....

*Two fists go punching right through the screen, as they appear right in front of Spectre's mask-covered face.*

VOICE: THESE HANDS proved that it doesn't take a man of technical prowess, or a man of brute strength, or a man of lightning speed to show what wrestling is about....it takes a man of HEART....PURE, UNADULTERATED HEART.....to show what this sport is all about. And it's because why YOU *right hand points in Spectre's mask-covered face* will NEVER be able to beat him. You are just a part of a whole Spectre. One microscopic, insignificant part of the whole.....the whole that will show his face and soon....you, Chaos, and the rest of the NEW will have their jaws agape, eyes widen, by the truth. Because you see....everyone has been living blind....so blind to the lie. Chaos for years have had his eyes covered. But at Destrucity.....it will end. No matter how much he wants to extract revenge once again.....it will be over on that night.

SPECTRE: YEAH BABY YEAH! Because I'M GONNA PUNK THAT *****....

*The hands grab Spectre and pull him through the screen.*

VOICE: NO! You will NEVER be able to defeat Chaos. Do you hear me? Even I will admit he is not a man you can underestimate. I have never underestimated his abilities.....just him as a human being. Do you know what they teach in Hellion Dojo? How to be arrogant, self-serving, and ignorant to the world around you. Just like how you're acting. This is why Hellion fell down to me, why Psycho fell down to me, why Chaos fell down to me......and why YOU fell down to me! But don't worry my child....fret not. I will put you out of your misery soon enough.....way before Chaos even gets a chance to do so.

*The person behind the screen tosses Spectre back into his seat. Spectre, in a state of shock, runs out of the booth screaming. The camera then pans towards the whole in the screen. Shown is a man in a black hood, covering his face, save for his mouth.*

VOICE: Chaos.....I've never hidden the fact who I am. The real question is: who is Chaos? What do you represent? You talk about your a man Spectre has never faced in the ring before? No my little child....you've never faced a man like me before. What you know is entirely invalid at this present time. You're getting yourself into something you will never understand. This is bigger than you....bigger than even me. This is the last stand Chaos. The final chapter in this war. Beat on Spectre like your life depended on it. It will all be for naught. I grow tired of playing these games with you. The real fun will begin very shortly. I just hope you weren't serious about winning.....or even holding that TV title. Yes.....funny how things work out....like they were planned all along. You're in way over your head Chaos. Get out while you still can.....while you can still.....breathe......

*The camera fades out on the unknown hooded figure*

 

[Devil666]

On Our Way

(the sun sits midsky above the Vegas Horizon. A cool breeze blows from the desert and through the front door of his apartment. As the camera pans to she side a flashing view of the clock reads 6:00 PM. Upon the bed lies a suitcase and a duffelbag. Large hands lock the case close and is quickly followed by the sound of the duffel's zipper being closed. In the mirror upon the back wall we now see the face of Chaos looking back. A calm looks stares back. No sign of worry or distress, no fear, anger, emotion at all. Just the piercing blue eyes staring ahead. A thump of the suitcase hitting the floor can clearly be heard as he tosses the bag over his opposite shoulder. He steps through the open door and out into the fading sunlight.

(He quickly looks at this watch one more time and the time now reads 6:15 PM. A smile now comes upon his face as he leans against the wall of the apartment. He kicks the door closed with his long legs and folds his arms across his chest. the camera pans around in front of him and Chaos' smile fades away as the blue eyes stare ahead)

Chaos: Confession... did it do you good Spectre? Has just being the mirror finally gotten to you. Has being the facade of one man's fear gotten to you? I'm sure my words hurt. I'm sure as soon as you heard them you went running for the gospel. You sought out The Voice. The fragile inner soul somehow want to destroy me. I heard the word kill, but I doubt you really have the feeling in your heart. After all if it was there...if the urge to kill was REALLY there...well you had your chance and blew it.

(Chaos spits upon the ground a she again checks his watch. the time is now 6:21 PM

Chaos: See you had me at your mercy. I was completely out after taking the title from Rabesque. I was laying there totally defenseless and what did you do? where was your urge to kill...to maim...to destroy? Why did you not take me when you had to. To end it when you had the chance, to stop the war before the final battle was even over. You had the chance...why didn't you take it? Because had the shoe been on the other foot? I gotta tell you

(He extends both his powerful arms and loudly cracks his knuckles)

Chaos: Well if I had you at my mercy...you can bet...HELL I promise you...I WOULD HAVE SHOWN NONE!!!!!!!! That's a mistake...a mistake...

(He points at the camera)

Chaos: YOU MADE and one...

(He points the same finger at his chest)

Chaos: One that I won't make. Because I've got my focus on the task. I'm not thinking about the past and I'm not looking towards the future. I'm taking one minute at a time till I get the goal I wanted done. I came here for a reason and I plan to finish it. In less then thirty hours I will have done so. yet I have a sneaky belief that your not completely focused on this match. Not like I am. I think your being lead astray. Down the wrong path. The voice has been talking. I heard it too. yet while you take everything it says as gospel...

(He lips part long enough to release a quick chuckle and the he spits on the ground again)

Chaos: I know the truth behind his hollow words. I know the lies he's filling your ears with and the redirect that sounds ALL to familiar. It's like the same bad plot to yet another Aliens rip-off. Just like one of those movies your just a sad shadow of the original Spectre. A shadow I plan on shining the light of truth upon. Showing the world the man behind the wizards machine. Your inner voice will finally come out. he'll fight me in reality...right after I've sent you back to OZ. then when the master is exposed...I'll crush him too.

(He takes a few steps froward and again looks at his watch. It's now 6:33 PM and he turns back tot he camera)

Chaos: See Spectre I'm not jealous of Suicide. Never have been and never would. If anything...I'm just tired of him. I'm tired of hearing the bold gestures. I'm tired of seeing the grand entrance. I'm bored with hearing the same old song and dance about my family. Most of all I'm tired of hearing a man talk about things he just doesn't know anything about. That being me...the man that stands before you today.

(A black Humvee pulls off the road and pulls into the parking lot. It's heavy tires impact the pavement below till the breaks squeal and it comes to a stop. All goes quite except the smooth purr of the running engine. Behind the wheel a large man sits in silhouette behind lightly tinted windows. Chaos takes a step forward the suitcase dragging behind. He places the bags in the backseat and slides in behind it. The camera shakes as the man behind it climbs in the front seat. A hand from the driver block any view his face and spins the leans towards the back where Chaos sits. he elans back placing his feet up as the Humvee now get into motion. It stops for traffic and now pulls away. Chaos sits back looking relaxed as the camera focuses upon his face. the ride in silence except fro the occasional bump in the road)

Chaos: You think I care about the TV title? Do you really? Well let me ask you this. Why didn't I just attack Rabesque? Why not come in the NEW and tear his world apart. Why not come here and make my intentions known? Simple...I don't play games. I don't run and I don't hide. I go after what I want. I don't let a set back bother me...no matter how painful it might be. I find something I want and I take it. Jean was just another man to wrestle. The NEW gave me a shot at the TV title. I never asked, but nevertheless I do have it in my possession. I've got a question though...where's your belt?

(He holds his hand ahead with palm flat to halt any answer. He shakes his head and lowers his arm)

Chaos: Never mind. I don't want to even know...nor do I care. I don't even want to hear from you anymore Spectre. Your just a facade. A poor man's Vanilla Ice. Some phantom New Jack wannabe with nothing real to say. It's the voice that I'm interested in. that's whose pulling your strings. He's the on eon the run. I wonder if he's going to bother showing up. Or...when I place shoulders to the mat in defeat will he still hideaway from the shame of loss. Because I grow tired of the whole charade

(Chaos leans forward and those blue eyes stare coldly into the camera)

Chaos: Suicide...you got me once, but that's all. This whole game I grow very weary off. You claim to be The Man, The Myth...Hell even A LEGEND, but I don't see it. I never did and I think that's what makes you so damn mad it me. I don't show you the respect you think you've earned. I don't shake a the thought of stepping into the ring with you. I don't pay attention to the hollow words about my family. You know NOTHING about them. NOTHING about me. Hell you don’t even seem to know yourself very well and that's why I sit here amused.

(Chaos sits back in his seat once more and relaxes any signs of tension)

Chaos: listen to you talk. Listen to you go on and on about all YOU'VE down. It's all about you...it always have been. Your one of the reasons why I never took this sport too seriously. How could I looking at people like you. yet now I'm back. I'm here to shatter the myths. Shatter the legend. Hell I did it before and wasn't even trying. And look at you. Look at all you've done. In the past you have gotten the better of me. Hell I can admit that. No man in this sport is perfect. yet for all you've done and all you've tried I still sit here in perfect health ready to battle you one more time. Where are you? Your playing games. Your hiding in the shadows making a feel of yourself. You want me to show respect, but this is the reason I should? It's your ego talking again...just like it always has.

(He smiles wide knowing somewhere teeth are grinding)

Chaos: Listen to you. "I was the one they watched" What as joke. You might not have asked people to bow before you, but ti's actions that speak louder then words. Even now your ego can’t stay hidden. even the facade of Spectre can't be left on his own without the true voice yammering on about all he's done and all he's going to do.

(He scoffs the remarks away with a wave of his hand)

Chaos: Save it. Save it for someone who will stop, listen and give a damn. I've heard it all before. Bigger and better is ahead. I'm going to be on top of the world. It's more talk from "THE INNER EGO" You could never just go away and be quiet. You could never go away without coming out to remind us all about how great you thin you are. Well I'm glad the real you will finally show. I'm glad the fool that is Spectre will be replaced with the hand up his ass. that's what I came here for and that's what I wanted in this match in the first place. All you did was run and hide. All you was just too predictable. You ran away and now you'll come back and expect the whole world to bow at your reappearance once again.

(The humvee comes to a stop and for the first time in a while the picture doesn't shake. The shadowy figure in the driver's seat exits first and now Chaos slides out followed closely by his gear. The picture gets shaky for a moment and when all returns calm again Chaos stands on the tarmac in front of a medium sized private jet. He slings the duffel over his shoulder once more and looks at his watch. It's now 7:30 and he smiles wide)

Chaos: You tell me this is over...well I say...YOUR DAMN RIGHT!!!!!!! When all is said and done I hope to NEVER hear from you again. But in return you had better make DAMN sure I'm done with. Because If you leave me able to stand...I'll walk all over you. Leave me an arm to move...then I'll strangle you with it. Leave me teeth and I'll eat you alive. If you want me gone...TRULY GONE...then you better make sure you get the job done. For the only thing here bigger then you, bigger then this issue, even bigger then your ego...WELL IT"S ME!!!!!! Seven Feet tall and three hundred pounds. All of it ready and all of it motivated for ONE THING...

(He points his finger towards the camera)

Chaos: That's taking you out.

(He inhales deeply)

Chaos: I can breath just fine and I will when all is said and done. Just ask yourself one thing before all of this goes down. One thing all your planning might not have thought of? why did I come back, why did I come for you?, why have I wanted us alone in this cage? Did you ever for a second think that maybe it's you that's in over your head? that maybe I have you right where I want you? I know you've told yourself different as you hide back in the shadows, but think very carefully, because when all is said and done...

(Chaos winks and smiles at the camera)

Chaos: I'm not even going to bother saying..."I TOLD YOU SO!!!"

(He turns his back to the camera and walks up the short stairway of the plane. Seconds later and the door shuts behind him)

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[Spectre]

The Voice

*The camera fades in to a corporate office, where awards and accolades of all kinds adorn the walls. The camera then fades to a figure sitting in an executive chair behind a solid oak presidental desk. The figure is dressed in a black cloak with the hood covering his entire face. The figure is actually identified as The Voice*

THE VOICE: Hello Chaos. This is The Voice. I'm sure you've probably figured out who this is by now and well, it's not like I was trying to hide who I really was. But you, you miscreant, have been in hiding as to who you really are. You claim to be someone of valor, of honor, of virtue. Even if you didn't say these things, your words prove otherwise. For instance. You claim that I am a man of desperation, a man who would take advantage of a wounded individual at any given moment. But you, you pissant, have done exactly what you have claimed I have done. For example, the fact that you took a man, Nightmare, who was already defeated and battered and beaten.....only to snap his neck. You so eloquently boast about this and yet what does it prove? Desperate men do desperate things. Along with sending your croonies to wear him down and the fact you have attacked Suicide from behind with a steel chair shows only one thing: you have fear instilled in you. The fact that one man's presence has made you act like a coward is no surprise.

*The Voice puts his hand up inside his hood, apparently covering his mouth for a cough*

THE VOICE: Then there's the fact how you boast about defeating Suicide the first time without trying. What our good people out there do not realize that he defeated a man, yes, once again, that was worn down. After a brutal street fight outside the parking lot of a venue, you defeated a man who was already two pints of blood shy of the six his body carries. How does it feel proclaiming victory over an already half beaten man? Not everyone is desperate in taking advantage of a wounded animal. That is why Suicide has never done so and why Spectre, although he is one ignorant fool, never attacked you from behind. Both men, when confronting you with thoughts of brutality and bodily harm....they came at you right in your face. You don't run and don't hide? Comedy at its finest as you come storming out of nowhere, which is a place most cowards go in hiding, and brutally attacked these individuals.

*The Voice once again covers his mouth, stifling a cough*

THE VOICE: All about Suicide? It's never been all about him. You see here's an interesting story: Suicide has always been a piece to a bigger puzzle that you can never comprehend. Suicide has been one of many, who have all walked their own seperate paths. This is because they must each find themselves before they find each other. The last time these group of individuals came together....disaster struck all who stood in their path. They walk alone once more, searching the globe, looking for answers to the many questions running in their minds. They must be able to survive on their own before they can survive as a unit. Suicide I'm sure will come back. Just the time and place is still unknown. Just like you have taken Brody Hansen's place, to which you both share a common love for submitting to the same man, Spectre has taken Suicide's place for reasons that you can never comprehend. But considering that your mouth is like a skipping record, looping over the same annoying track, I don't expect you to understand. It's called going through the motions Chaos. You must taste defeat to achieve victory. Suicide has done it.....and so will Spectre. This time however, I will admit one thing....

*The voice for a third time coughs, only a little more violently.*

THE VOICE: Spectre can't win. Spectre won't win. It's not that he can't defeat you. Seriously, anyone can defeat you Chaos, it's not that hard to make you scream for release of the pain you get caught in like a spider's web. It's just that it's not his time. In fact, I think this may be the very last time we see of Spectre. Short lived I know.....but that is the reality. No one wants to kill you Chaos. No one would waste the effort for ending your life. That would be doing you a favor and trust me.....no one wants to do you any favors. Now if I may....

*The hood slips off and reveals The Voice to be a Mexican midget. He covers his face with his small hands as a voice away from the camera yells at him*

VOICE: PEPITO! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?

PEPITO: Lo ciento senor Spectre.

VOICE: DAMNIT!

*Just then, Spectre walks into the camera's view, looking down on Pepito*

SPECTRE: What did I say when we rehearsed?

PEPITO: Usted dijo si atornillara para arriba una vez, usted me encadenaría para arriba por mis testículos.

SPECTRE: Exactly, so guess what I'm going to do?

PEPITO: ¡NO SENOR SPECTRE!

*Spectre looks at the puppy dog eyes of Pepito and lets out a sigh*

SPECTRE: How can I hurt that cute widdle face? Toofus! Get Pepito a cookie! Pronto!

*In walks a man of huge girth and sloppiness with a combover waddling over to Pepito and hands him a Fig Newton. He smiles at Spectre, showing one tooth in his mouth.*

SPECTRE: Thank you Toofus. Well Chaos, the truth is....there is no "The Voice". The Voice is me....The Voice is little Pepito here.....The Voice is even Toofus.....The Voice is what is deep inside of us telling us what we need to do......well actually that's all bull****. Truth is The Voice was made up to make you believe it was Suicide. And buddy....you fell hook, line, and sucker. My, the ironing is delicious isn't it Chaos? Now that your assumptions have made you look like an ass, what do you do now? Who are you really facing? Well Chaos, it seems that you focus isn't on me and that is your biggest mistake. Yeah, I may have a good chuckle from looking at an old lady falling down a flight or stairs or watching you repeat and rehash the same spiel you've been giving to me, that idiot Suicide, and everyone else that you have faced. Originality Chaos....that's something you will never have. I'm original baby! I'm the originator! Often imitated, never duplicated. You didn't ask for our match retard. It was given to us by The Powers That Be....okay, it was given to us by the NEW President but let's be serious for a moment.....

*Spectre starts busting out laughing, as Pepito giggles and Toofus yucks.*

SPECTRE: Man, can you believe this seven foot idiot fellahs?

PEPITO: Chaos es stupido.

TOOFUS: Uh....hehe....yeah....

SPECTRE: You see Chaos? Everyone thinks you are a joke. The difference between you and I is everyone is laughing WITH me, while everyone laughs AT you. Of course you don't care about that NEW Television title.....it was given to you on a silver platter. Suicide set you up for the volley and that dude in the black getup smashed it for the game, set, match. Can't even win a damn match on your own. Don't worry Chaos....since you don't care about that title at all, I'm going to do you a favor and take it from you, right before I do the Macarena over your Kentucky Fried ass in our supreme Death Match with all the fixings. I'm going to show the rest of those bastards why I was the one that came on top and am the SUCCESSOR of Suicide, who is probably dead in a New York City alley with a needle sticking out form his arm. I reign supreme *****! I'm for the streets! I represent everyone who doesn't take life seriously and knows how to kick ass, not kiss it like you do. BTW, you need to tell Hellion to wipe the red lipstick mark from his asscheeks that you and your fellow alumnus from that joke of a wrestling school left. I'M THE MOTHAFRICKEN OG BIATCH! SPECTRE WILL REIGN SUPREME! I AM THE MAN! I AM THE MYTH! I AM THE LEGEND! I AM SPECTRE! NUFF SAID! TAKE CARE! WASH YOUR HAIR! KISS MY ASS! PASS GAS! WHATCHA GONNA DO SISTAH! OH YEAH! DIG IT! SNAP INTO IT! IT'S SH-SH-SH-SHOWTIME.....TO BE THE MAN.....WHOOOOOO....YOU GOT TO BEAT THE MAN.....NO FALSE HYPE.....NO FALSE GIMMICKS.....I AM.....I AM.....I.....I.....I.....

*Spectre starts gasping for air, as he collapse to the ground. Toofus and Pepito run to his aid. Toofus squats underneath Spectre's head and places a loud fart. Spectre starts shaking violent and jumping around on the ground.*

SPECTRE: YEAH BABY YEAH! I'M THE MIDNIGHT BOMBER THAT STRIKES AT MIDNIGHT! I'll OWN YOU LIKE THE PUNK ASS YOU ARE CHAOS! THIS IS REAL SON! YOU DON'T WANT NONE OF THIS BIATCH! I'LL PRISON RAPE YOU AND TATTOO MY FACE ON YOUR ASSCHEEK! EAT IT! SUCK IT! LICK IT! YEAH! I TOLD YOU SO! I TOLD YOU SO! IIIIIIIII TOLDDDDDDDDDDD YOUUUUUUUUUUUU SOOOOOOOOOO! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! HONK HONK! HO HO HO HO! I'M RUNNING OUT OF THINGS TO SAY, SO I'LL BE REDUNDANT LIKE YOU AND SAY WHATEVER I CAN COME UP WITH OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD! SNOOCHIE BOOCHIES!

*The camera pans to the right a bit, showing a figure standing behind one of the windows. The glare of the sun can't make out the individual, only a glow surrounding a black figure. The camera then fades out*

 

[Devil666]

Scene of the crime

(In the shadows of the United Center and figure walks alone in the dark. His heavy footsteps echo of cold cement walls. He makes his way past a few security light and now stares out into the empty open arena. Left to right he sees empty stadium seating awaiting ravenous fans. Surrounding the ring rows of steel chairs sit line-up nearly forty deep. Above the ring a steel cage hangs high in the rafters awaiting tonight match. He stands back features hidden by shadows)

CUTTO: (A Noontime press conference has reporters from every magazine and website sitting around a large table. There sitting nearly right of center sits Chaos: A women stands and asks the following question

Women: What are your feeling for tonight's match. Is Spectre really just Suicide?

CUTTO: (The figure still stands in the shadows back to the wall)

CUTTO: (A man now stands and fires another question at Chaos

Reporter: "You've been a hardcore champion before, but I don't recall you ever being in a match like this. Are you prepared?"

CUTTO: (The figure still stands in the shadows)

CUTTO: (The silihouted figure sitting in the shadows)

The Voice: "you've never faced a man like me before. What you know is entirely invalid at this present time. You're getting yourself into something you will never understand"

CUTTO: (feet walking)

CUTTO: The Voice: "His brother, his name is Hellion by the way, has accomplished more in one month than this guy Chaos has done in his entire career"

CUTTO: (feet walking)

CUTTO: The Voice: "There are a few things you should know about this Chaos gentleman. First off, Chaos never has wrestled a hardcore, extreme, or death match in his entire career"

CUTTO: (The figure walks out into the light of the stadium and Chaos looks down and smiles back. He's surrounded by a sea of folding chairs with the ring now only a few feet in front of him. He looks up in the air at the cage hanging in the rafters. He closes his eyes to only imagine what will happen tonight. He pauses for another moment clearly deep in thought and then reaches froward to grab the ring rope. he takes a step up and then marches his seven-foot frame over the top rope with one giant step. He stands now in the center of the ring head up and staring at the cage above. )

Chaos: Answers to questions and questions to answers. That's what this week has been to me. I came here to the NEW with a definite plan in mind and now things are coming down to right where I wanted them. Here...

(He points a finger at the ring below)

Chaos: Well here we are. tonight is the night. No more games...no more foolish games. tonight Spectre...I don't care who it is. I don't care if you show up, I don't care if Suicide shows up...Hell I don't care if you send the midget. All I want is for that cage door to be closed and the bell to be rung. I want to see you standing there in the ring and me looking over ready to face you. The time for hype is over. The time riddles has ended. It's not a game of words anymore...is it? No tonight is were flesh and blood are put on the line. Where our bodies determine what words can't even muster. I've looked forward to this moment...I hope you have.


(Chaos takes a few paces froward and turns his back to the corner turnbuckle. He rests both elbows upon the ring ropes and casually leans back)

Chaos: I never claimed to be anything I wasn't. I came here looking for Suicide. Looking for a fight and looking to finally put an end to any issues we have between us. I didn't get what I wanted...instead I get you. Are you a split personality. A puppet with an unknown hand up your ass. Or just Suicide still laying games. Your right...I don't know, but I also don't care. because the past doesn't matter tonight. All that been said is meaningless. Tonight there's nothing you can do, but stand up and face me. Are you ready to do that?

(He cranes his neck forwards and gives his head and asking nod)

Chaos: Or once more will we hear excuses from the past. If your not Suicide then your just another defender for him spouting the same old song and dance. I wonder...will it be any different after tonight? After you go down in defeat will we hear another story...another excuse? or will you except the fact that you been gotten the better of yet again. that bitter taste of defeat that I know you hate. Or will you disappear once more and we'll all be left waiting...wondering when you'll once again make a big return

(He smiles for the camera and shrugs his shoulders)

Chaos: Well I don't care and neither does anyone else. this match tonight will show you that I'm not a man to be taken lightly. You go ahead...you overlook me. Let your confidence make a fool of your own self. because I came here with a goal in mind. I purpose in store for NEW. I came here to put it all on the line and that's just what I've done. I hope your willing to do the same. I don't care what your name is. You've never wrestled a man like me and never in a match like this. It doesn't come around very often and I can guarantee nobody will EVER forget it after tonight

(He takes a step froward and waves his arms. Slowly the cage from above starts to lower down around him. As it continues he stares coldly into the camera)

Chaos: You dismiss my past, you dismiss my family. You insult and make a joke out of this entire industry. What have you ever given back. What great pride have you shown the world with the actions you've taken. You've run around for far too long. Now...tonight...I have you right where I want you. I don't think things could have gone any better

(The cage finally lowers and it locks into place. Chaos takes a few steps forward and stares at it)

Chaos: look at this cage. this terrible cage of destruction. Steel to tear flesh, Fire to burn skin, and electricity to shock the system. ARE YOU READY FOR THIS? Are you prepared for this match. Can you push your body to the extremes that I'm will to goto?
You might not know it,but I've been in a match like this. I've stepped forward and put my body on the line time and time again. Your ignorance is not my fault. Your cockiness is just one more shell to hide behind. It's all just a mirror.

(Chaos takes a step forward and stares with a blank expression)

Chaos: Well tonight I'm going to SMASH IT!!!!!! I'm going to break you down into however many pieces you come in. Bring the good, bring the midget...hell bring anything you want to the ring.


(He points a finger accusingly at the camera)

Chaos: Just remember when that bell rings and the fight is on. I'm not holding back. I'm not slowing down. I'm not going to give ANY mercy for one single second. The past will be the past. the future will be uncertain, but tonight you'll no one thing more true then ANYTHING else.

(The hand lowers and he stares into the lens)

Chaos: I'm the last man you'd want to be locked in this cage with. yet I'm happy....More then happy to be here. At the end of the night, as you lie back broken and bloody for what happens here. Ask yourself just one question...

(His face forms a slight smile)

Chaos: Was it all worth it?

(He raises his arms once more and the cage begins to raise. He rolls under the bottom rope, feet hitting the floor and walks towards the dressing rooms)

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