WFW Great Expectations: Loser Leaves Town: Edmunds vs. Doe

[PaulNJ21]

This is a loser leaves town for two months match.

This thread is going up early because Rivera has to leave for boot camp and won't be able to RP during the RP period. The RP/angle deadline is April 4 11:59 PM EST. Send all angles to pmiller21@gmail.com

 

[John Doe]

“There’s no holding me back
I’m not driven by fear
I’m just driven by anger
And you’re under attack
Just climbing up slowly
I’m the one and only”
Our Lady of Peace- “Whatever”

FADEIN….

We cut to a ring where the Sean Edmunds stood last week.
CUE UP: “O’ Fortuna” Conducted by Richard Wagner.
As the music hit’s the lights in the ring shut off. The Video black and white. The Screen turns pitch black. The screen flashes a bright white as we see John Doe being assaulted by The Nobel Sheik. We then cut to Sheik receiving money.
The Screen returns to black as fire rises from the entrance ramp. John Doe on the titantron.
We cut to Edmunds hitting the Northern Lights Suplex on Anarky.
The Screen goes black…silence.
Brief shots begin to form on screen. John Doe hitting Edmunds with a chair. John Doe pouring blood. Edmunds being power bombed on top of thumbtacks and through the table.
We go back to the beginning. ….
Slow motion….John Doe coming out from under the ring with a chair. We turn to shot of John pouring lighter fluid on top of Sean Edmunds…suddenly the screen freezes….the still frame shot shatters and a new image appears.
John Doe in a ring surrounded with fire….Troy Douglas in that ring as well…we cut to John holding a chair on fire….we cut to Troy setting John on fire…then we cut back to WFW….Sean Edmunds on fire…the camera closes up…his skin bubbling…blood rushing from the popping skin.
We see Sean holding the WFW title….the shot stills… the camera zooms out….we see that it was a screen a chair set in front of it. Under Sean Edmunds picture the words “NO FEAR” appear. John enters the scene from the right side. He sits on the chair, a dead pale look on his face, his eyes are what catch our attention…blank, hungry, soulless eyes.

DOE:

Welcome to your hell Sean Edmunds….my home. The fate of your life, your career sits right here...in the palm of my very hand. Everything has come to this Sean, your actions, your choices, all have come to this very end….a main event, a closing of a chapter, in a sense the one match that revolves around irony.

One year ago, you fought in a Pay Per View, for your very own chance to become a great...a legend, one of the best…EVER. And you were able to receive that chance again…no Sean, it wasn’t going to happen that way. You, you set me up, you tried to destroy me and my very own career, by paying Sheik to eliminate me.

What is it Sean, did you see me as that great of a threat, you knew that you would have defeated Anarky, and that you would have regained your title, and you know what Sean, I was next…I was next to challenge, next in line for utter glory. And that threat was not able to be in your presence, you couldn’t bear to repeat history. You would have had your title challenged then pulled from your grip the next pay per view all over again.

So, you had to stop it, you had to put an end to the man that proposed your biggest fear, your only option.…to pay off a man to stop him. You did it to others, you had them “disappear” for you could suddenly reign and take control once more of your precious little prize.

No Sean, it wasn’t going to happen that way, as long as I had two good legs, and the will power, I was going to stop you, I was going to stop you from taken control once more. So I did it, I attacked the referee, I attacked you and Sherri, and I put you in the most pain you have ever been in. No Sean it wasn’t the fire, not the thumbtacks, not the chair shots. No, the fans thought that was painful, they saw me snap, but I know what set you off Sean, I know what has turned your mind from sanity to insane. The two things that you have always wanted….victory and the title. The only things that kept you right.

The question remains though Sean, why? Why go through all of this, the pain, the loss, the suffering just to relive a dream. Or was that it, was it all just your own dream that you wanted to happen but you knew could never been achieved unless you bent the rules.

And that’s exactly what you did, you went out full force to take out everyone and anyone who would stop your path, that would hold you back, you sought me out as that threat, as another rung on your ladder. Sean, don’t see it as that, don’t look at me as some roadblock, see me as the end.

Me, I am the final solution to it all, and it will all make sense when we get into that ring, sure Sean you have all your accomplishments, but so do I. They are minor complete victories, offsets and upsets. I have always been seen as the underdog. You saw it Sean, inches….INCHES from defeating Psycho, and you couldn’t have that, you didn’t want me, this threat to your legacy to step in your way, so you TRIED….TRIED to take me out. But you failed.

This is where it all started Sean, you should have just done the job yourself, you could have stopped me in your own efforts, except you had some dimwit do your bidden, and now look where it has gotten you, in a match with a man that wants your death and further more out of a title shot opportunity. Doesn’t that just ring your bell.

You ended up in this match, a match of pain, a match of destruction, a match that could end your career. The name of the game.

Loser leaves town…

Yes, the loser is on a two month suspension leave, but there is more involved Sean, there are weapons, not only is it Loser Leaves Town but deep inside that twenty-four page wavier we signed, in small 5 point font, No Holds Barred. Weapons Sean…. And not only weapons Sean…our own lives lay in the hands of our opponent. Frankly Sean, the REST of your career lies in my hands.

And why Sean, why should I let you live, why should I allow a man with such a low mind set continue to strive here, and allow you to have another chance, hell if I don’t bring you half past death what will happen, you will receive another chance at the title, another chance for success.

Maybe we will call it professional courtesy, or maybe the pity will swell so deep inside of me that I can’t end you Sean, maybe it is the fact that I looked up to you. But just pray that I feel any sense of remorse, because frankly Sean I just want to prove that I can defeat you, that I can eliminate the enemy.

No pity for you Sean, NO FEAR within my heart, am I intimated? Hell no. Scared? Nope. If anything Sean hyped, prepared, DRIVEN. By an anger that is dwelling, by an anger that is set for your own destruction. Nothing is going to stop me, no one is going to hold me back. The referee can’t hold my fury back. And you are running into a train of hate. This is the express line, you Sean are the man that believes he can stop this high speed train….only to be hit and dead, swift and fast this beating will be. My potential is on a all time high. You are going to have to endure that, this is what you are going to encounter…this is what you are going to have to try and stop.

And when it is all said in done Sean Edmunds, the blood, the death, and the sweat will say it all. That I have reigned supreme. Sean consider this pay back, from Scotty Michaels, Richard Gideon, Iron Lion and yours truly…..John Doe.

Sleep tight Edmunds, your bed is 20X more comfortable then the ones at the hospital…even the nice soft padding of a coffin you‘ll be laying in soon enough.

FADEOUT

 

[John Doe]

OOC: The post didn't show up on my PC so this is for Sean can see I posted.

 

[TheOriginalSE]

(FADEIN: Sensational Sherri is sitting at the bedside of 'Simply Sensational' Sean Edmunds. She has his hands cupped in hers, with her head resting on top. She looks like hell. Her hair is out of control, her makeup is running down her cheek. She probably hasn't slept in days. Of course, Edmunds doesn't look too good either. One of his eyes has a blister on it from the cigarette that was put out by Felix Red ... and the other is still swollen and stitched up from being busted open in the #1 Contender's Match. We can see scratches from the thumbtacks on his shoulders and down his arm. A good sign though; he is snoring... oh .. wait .. nevermind, that's Sherri. As Sherri continues to snore, Edmunds' head twitches and he eventually opens up his, for the lack of a better term, good eye.)

EDMUNDS: "Ooooooh...."

(Edmunds tries to sit up a little but his face immediately conveys a grimace as the pain is unbearable. The grunt he makes is loud enough to wake Sherri who sits up immediately and throws her arms around him.)

SHERRI: "YOU'RE AWAKE!"

EDMUNDS: "Huh?"

SHERRI: "You've been unconscious for 2 days now ..."

EDMUNDS: "What the hell happened..."

SHERRI: "I'll explain it to you in a bit, baby ... please ... just relax ... I'll get the doctor."

(Sherri goes to get up. As she does so Edmunds grabs her by the arm.)

EDMUNDS: "Sher?"

SHERRI: "Uh-huh?"

EDMUNDS: "Why do I feel like everytime I wake up I'm in the hospital?"

(Sherri smiles as she walks out of the room. FADEOUT.)

...

(FADEIN: Later that day we are to presume. Sherri has finally cleaned herself up and looks presentable, while Edmunds is now sitting upright, with about 6 pillows supporting him, as he flips through the television. CUTTO: Television screen.)

VOICE: "Welcome to ENN Wrestling News! As you might have already heard, former WFW World Heavyweight Champion 'Simply Sensational' Sean Edmunds was admitted to the hospital 2 days ago after a hellacious battle with Anarky for a chance to face the WFW World Champion at the next pay per view. After being burnt in the eye with a cigarette by current WFW President Felix Red, former President Edmunds was then hit with a chair by up and coming John Doe... who also attacked Edmunds after the match by powerbombing him through a tack covered table. Doe tried to set Edmunds on fire, but was stopped by a masked man as he struck the match. Edmunds is said to still be in a semi-coma, and we'll get more word to you later in the broadcast on his situation."

EDMUNDS: "Glad to see they care..."

(Edmunds rolls his eyes.)

VOICE: "Edmunds will take on Doe at Great Expectations in a Loser Leaves Town match .. which is a no holds barred, weapons match. If Edmunds already weren't in bad enough shape, it looks as if the WFW will finally be rid of his games."

(The television flickers off as Edmunds hits the button.)

EDMUNDS: "So this is what they wanted, huh?"

SHERRI: "A loser leaves town match .. I heard that Felix Red was none to objectful.."

EDMUNDS: "Doesn't surprise me. Although you'd think he'd want me gone for more than two months."

SHERRI: "I heard he wanted it to be indefinite, but the Board wouldn't give their approval."

EDMUNDS: "None the less, I managed to sneak past the Board plenty of times."

SHERRI: "Red's not that smart."

EDMUNDS: "Point taken."

(Sherri walks over to Edmunds and whispers something in his ear. His eyes dart over to the camera and then back to Sherri and he nods.)

EDMUNDS: "But I think more importantly, now more than ever, I should address something .. no, someone, who has caused me a slight inconvenience as of late.. (Edmunds looks down at his bruised and battered body) and that would be you, John Doe. I've had a chance to catch your gloating and it sickened me to look at you on that screen, with that cocky look on your face ... thinking that for one moment what you've done should somehow cement your place amongst the Copycat's, the Felix Red's, the Anarky's of the world. You said that you did this for Iron Lion .. for Scotty Michaels ... for (cocks his head) Richard Gideon. (pauses) I'm sorry, John ... but who are they again? You should be more focused on becoming more than just another forgotten face to follow their leads. Everyone who tries to manipulate or decimate Sean Edmunds slowly, but surely, disappears from sight. Ask Maelstrom how he likes the independent circuits ... that's if his ego will even allow himself to step into their rings. Ask Alex Wylde how it feels to be permanently banned from World's Finest Wrestling. Good luck finding them... I'm sure both of those men, as well as Iron Lion, Scotty Michaels, and Richard Gideon, will be quite hard to find... (pauses again and stares at the camera) But then again, John, you won't even have to look that far to find out what happens when its your time ... because at Great Expectations I'll be standing across the ring from you, and I promise you, John, I will be standing... and I will be ready."

(Sherri goes behind Edmunds and pulls two pillows out. He falls back a little and grimaces as his back hits the bed some.)

SHERRI: "He's right on one thing though..."

(Edmunds shoots Sherri a glance.)

SHERRI: "We should have used the money for Sheik to take out Anarky.. afterall, it seems like a waste now that you're going to do it."

(Edmunds looks back at the camera.)

EDMUNDS: "They say that we learn from our mistakes. Yet I seem to re-live mine every month.. My mistake this time was losing focus of the task at hand. I had enough on my plate already, but you know me (shoots a smirk) my eyes are bigger than my stomach...."

SHERRI: "You can say that again!"

(Edmunds shoots her another glance, and she goes back to doing a crossword puzzle.)

EDMUNDS: "I had Anarky. I had him. The World Title.... Copycat ... they were all in my reach.. but I got greedy, John. I decided that in the thick of things, that I wanted to send you a message. I wanted to make sure that you realized your place in the order of things.... to make sure that you didn't get too big for your own britches. Because after all, all I've heard since you've come to the WFW is 'Sean Edmunds this .. Sean Edmunds that...' If I didn't know any better, I'd even assume that you've been the one stealing my dirty jock straps from the laundry basket after every event. (shrugs shoulders) But I won't make that assumption. But it still doesn't answer the question of "why?" Why is it that you've done nothing but kiss my ass since coming here? Is this some strange infatuation, John? I mean, it wouldn't surprise me if you were the President of my fan club ... afterall you did start that 'Simply Sensational' Sean Edmunds Appreciation Society on MySpace.com..... but it all this flattery will get you nowhere, John. I've seen what you've done in other rinky dink leagues around the country ... I saw you drop a match to the very man I beat in a WFW ring at the Superbowl of Wrestling...."

(Sherri looks up...)

SHERRI: "Yea, but it took you thirt..."

EDMUNDS: "NOT IMPORTANT."

(Sherri puts her hands up and shrugs.)

SHERRI: "Okay, okay.."

EDMUNDS: "WFW Great Expectations. The oh-so-obviously-going-to-be-mocked-during-this-and-other-interviews title of our next event... the event where one of our careers will take a turn for the worse..."

(Edmunds looks at the hospital room.)

EDMUNDS: "And from where I'm lying, John ... it doesn't get much worse for me.."

SHERRI: "Oh, but its going to get much, much worse for him..."

EDMUNDS: "You attacked me.. you attacked Sherri.. but most importantly, you stuck your nose in my business with Anarky. You broke the cardinal rule of the pecking order, John. B*tches like you don't come out and cause me to lose a chance to get my shot at Copycat. I was already looking forward to sending you on a two month's non-paid vacation, John ... but you've pretty much guaranteed it."

SHERRI: "Maybe we can reserve him this room when we leave."

EDMUNDS: "John .. don't think that this is anything personal. Don't take it upon yourself to read too deeply between the lines. It is plain and simple; you've gone out of bounds and you need to be placed back in check. I tried doing it at Merrython, but you seemed to have bounced even further out... and now I must take it into my own hands to stop you from ruining your career ..... by doing it for you. Don't adjust your television set, John ... I *AM* this SENSATIONAL!"

(Edmunds puts a sleeping mask over his eyes, the one still closed thanks to the cigarette, and lays back.)

SHERRI: "Oh! And don't worry, John ... we've made you a personalized copy of this ... so you don't have to sit in front of your television with the remote waiting for it to come on to record on your mom's VCR..... (smiles) consider it our little going away present."

(FADEOUT: As Sherri turns to the bed and tucks Edmunds in.... fade to black.)

 

[John Doe]

“I, I know your every move
I've heard you every word
I know you well
And I've
Got nothing left to prove
Your threats I find absurd
I am your hell
Every time, you think that I'm done
I'll come back stronger (come back stronger)
Every time, you think that you've got me
I will fight you
And I will put you in the ground
I will fight
'Til there's nothing left
'Til my legs are gone
You won't forget me
And I will fight
'Til my final breath
Just to see you fall
I'll make you fear me”

FADEIN….

THE SCREEN BLACK AND WHITE…IN SLOW MOTIONG SEAN EDMUNDS WALKS DOWN THE ENTRANCE RAMP. WE CUTS TO A SHOT OF HIM IN THE RING.

EDMUNDS: "I mean... I look around me and what does I see? I see people like Thirteen. John Doe. All these lil' boys trying to make it in the biz'ness. I'm THIRTY (BLEEP)ing YEARS OLD. I gots to work harder and harder every year to stay on top of muh game ... and Sherri she is ..."


WE FADE TO A WFW RING JOHN DOE IN THE CENTER OF IT. HE TAKES A LARGE BREATH AND LOOKS AROUND HIM, THE ARENA EMPTY. NOBODY BUT HIM AND THE CAMERA CREW. JOHN SLUMPS AGAINST THE TURNBUCKLE. THE CENTER OF THE RING A GREAT EXPECTATIONS LOGO.

DOE:

This wrestling ring. Men have fought years in this ring and never have achieved what you have achieved Sean Edmunds. Men have went to the gym, to workout sessions all day everyday and never accomplished the feats you have. The World Title is a privilege not a right. And it seems as though I sort of took that privilege away.

A couple months ago you said I was trying to make into the business that I was attempting to make something of myself. Well Sean, consider this match as my way of showing I have made it in the business. That I have driven one step forward.

In fact, I believe it was you who took the down fall. You went from great to mediocre in less than a year. Ever since you lost the title you have slumped fallen into a pattern. You have gone from a powerful feared wrestler to a hit or miss fool. And that will be used to my very own advantage Sean.

You have to work harder every year like you said Sean just to stay on top of your own game. Myself, I don’t have to try, I don’t have to work for it, I am already on top of it, I already have shown that time and time again.

I have been sitting in this ring for 3 hours now. Pondering about our match, looking for some sign. Something to make me believe you have what it takes to stand toe to toe with me. The more I think about it the more I see that you have become nothing more than a myth, a faint image of something great.

Sean have you forgotten why you even were the shortest World Champ in the business today? Because you have no integrity, furthermore you have no ambushing. You were hungry back then, and once you received that title, you figured no one could get in your way, your over confidence was your undoing. Just like now, just like always you WILL fail.

But let us not judge the “great” Sean Edmunds for he has a great many plans for me. You want to put me in place. You want to stop me from ruining my career. Hell Sean if I didn’t know any better you are trying act like a past friend, Troy Douglas.

Troy once thought as you did. Saw a great potential in me, then things slipped up. He thought he could tame me, teach me to control my anger. Incorrect he was. His thinking was far too deep, and where is he now?
Still sitting in the ER Room. Thirty some minutes it took you Sean to BEAT him. It took me 20 to destroy him.

Let’s go even deeper into why this match was set up Edmunds, the fact is simple and clear, you pissed off so many people, created so many enemies that they wanted your end. So that looked and searched for the perfect way to get rid of you….Loser leaves town. Then the found the right man for the job. ME. Not Anarky, not Copycat. ME.

Hell Sean, even if you would have beet Anarky you wouldn’t have won against Copycat. I would have screwed you even bigger by stopping you in that match. You don’t understand it Sean, you won’t understand it. Our mind is to focused on you, on yourself, that you have forgotten who wants your end. You played yourself out to be great to be the best you underestimated every one of your opponents.

That is why I will defeat you. That is why you will fail.

As for Sherri, well, **** happens. The point was Sean I was going to send a my own message to you Sean. That I would harm anybody and anyone who proposed a threat to stop me. Even if it was Sherri, anyone that I felt would help you out to stop me was going to feel the true wrath.

Kiss your ass? No Sean, when I mentioned you in past promotion it was to signify a man of greatness. But I have seen the truth now. You are nothing more then scum. And that is why I must do this Sean, this is why I must show you that you are no longer at the top of the pentacle. This may be the most destructive match of your life, but you have only scratched the nail on the surface.

You thought me trying to light you on fire was bad. You haven’t seen nothing yet. You haven’t witnessed what I can truly do, you haven’t seen how sick and demented my mind will go just to see you suffer. I want your end.

I will stand forever more as the man that brought the end of Sean Edmunds.

Oh how’s the food?

Sean, you don’t understand what you are about to encounter. You don’t really grasp the seriousness of this. It is a joke to you, I am a joke to you, some half-witted newbie is what I appear to your eyes. Sean, you have no clue what is about to happen. You don’t realize that you can’t stop fate. And trust me Sean this, this man is ready to destroy you.

Let us forget the past not Sean, and let us move toward the future. Let us think and wonder about the end of Sean Edmunds, the day the truly has experience suffering. Let us no look into the eyes of you and see the fear slowly appear. I can smell it Sean, I can taste the fear slowly exiting your pours. I can sense the hate swelling in you now. You want that (John points to a metal chair outside the ring.). Go ahead Sean, you take your weapon strike me down, give into your hatred. With each passing moment you increase my anger, increasing my want to harm you. Then I will snap, then my own wrath will slowly unfold. No mask man to stop me. You will become MINE. My own device for torture, my example.
You said this match is not personal for you. But for me Sean it is. It became personal when you paid Nobel Sheik to take me out, and that’s when you went out of bounds. That’s when you made this a life or death situation. And now the penalty will be paid in flesh.

Yes Sean, simply sensational it will be to see your blood splatter this ring. To see you slowly die in the arms of Sherri. To watch you as you pass from conscious to the darkness of a very long sleep.

Now don’t adjust your TV Sean. No don’t bother adjusting it. Because what you are seeing is true, what you are seeing is the man that will put a stop to you. No adjusting is needed in my life, but in yours it does.

See you soon Sean.

FADEOUT