WFW Scars & Stripes Forever: Manson vs. Eian - NA Title

[PaulNJ21]

This match is for the WFW North American Title. The RP deadline is July 3rd 11:59 PM. Send all angles to PaulNJ21@aol.com

 

[Manson]

((FADEIN: MICHAEL MANSON, in black jeans and shirt, at a wooden table with a lamp, looking over a folder filled with yellow papers. The North American title hangs off a hook in the background.))

MANSON: In a fit caused by an overdose of too much pez and wine, I found myself going over the background and history of Andre here. Now normally, doing this is a step above going to church on Sunday. Because frankly, the good majority of these people live vain, uninteresting lives which is why ultimately they all end up in the most cut throat industry outside of porn.

In most cases, to amuse myself, I'll just make up a backstory and go with that. It's normally better than any real life. Let's start with Andre Eian, here, "the Shadow". As a young man, he loved the old radio clips of the Shadow and wanted to be just like him. In fact, he even liked that horrible movie with Alec Baldwin. Naturally, after he failed outy of community college, he took his parents money and came to the Orient, trying to be like his hero.

Of course, he sucked at this because there is no actual Shadow and no mystical order lost in the mountains of Tibet would take him. So he took to being a janitor at wrestling events. He tried to pick up some of it, but he noticed a fellow janitor who looked almost exactlly like the guy from the Karate Kid. So he had his mentor, and he trained and worked, and one day, Paul Miller was drunk and having his way with an "escort" and he accidentally signed him to a contract.

Now is ths true? I don't know, probably not. But it's much better tan Eian's actual life. But Eian, you left that all behind once you entered this industry. This isn't the real world, or life. This is a hyper reality. No one here should even be trying to be human.

According to your bio, you've had a rough life and have been constantly screwed over by promoters, friends, and televangelists. I say then, be ready to be screwed over one more time. My knee might not be in that great condition now, but it will heal, and in the meantime I'm about to let you hand me your key to the lotion cabinet and bend me over a kitchen counter.

I don't care about your old life, Eian, I don't care about you now. You are just a shadow, another faceless opponent, maybe perhaps, you should have gone into postal work. At least then, after you psychotic in failure, you have an excuse. Here, you have none.

I am the most unfeeling and uncaring bastard this industry has ever produced. And I didn't get that way by being screwed over, I did that to everyone else. I admitted and lorded it over everyone else, and then I did it again. When someone like Michaels does something similar, I appreciate the effort, but really, that's all amateurism.

When a promotion works with a charity, I am the last person on any list. Mercy is a concept used only in contrivance and manipulation. I don't expect you from you, in fact I welcome it. What the hell else would I do with my weekends if someone wasn't trying to kill or maim me?

Sure, there's the NA title too..that's nice...but atrocity is always better. I'm sure, Eian, that you want to lash out at the world that created you..that has driven Mariah Carey mad...cast Ashton Kucher as Batman...and robs the Lord of the Rings of oscars...and yes, I am just the person for you to do that to.

Everything that has been done to you, I've done, and I've laughed about it over pez and alcohol. This won't be any different.

 

[andreshadow]

OVeranalyzing, are we?

Fade in: Andre Eian is streched out on a psychiatrist's couch. We come in just in the middle of a sentence, from the sound of it.

[font color=red]...and ever since then, I've been terminally afraid to ride a bike. I don't particularly know why, but I just am.[/font]

The psychiatrist, who's out of the line of sight, speaks.

[font color=blue]Well, traumatic occurances such as the one you just described can cause permanent psychosis like that. And may I say, Mr. Eian, that that is one of the sickest things I've ever heard. How you live with yourself after that horrendous incident is beyond me. Tell me, do you still have sex?[/font]

Eian shrugs.

[font color=red]Of course I do, doc, but every time I do, I recount that instance. It takes some determination, but I can get it out of my mind and continue most of the time.[/font]

[font color=blue]Well, that's always good, Mr. Eian. Now I think our session is over.[/font]

[font color=red]Alright, doc, thanks. I'll just take my camera...[/font]

The view suddenly dies.

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Fade in again: Eian is sitting on an oaken throne in a vast warehouse. He is wearing a leather trench coat and a white (!) tuxedo.

[font color=red]Here we are again, folks. And here I am. Like my outfit? I'm heading to a banquet a bit later tonight. Apparently, I'm considered a 'friend of Strom Thurmond' or something. I have no clue why, but I'm going anyway, just to make fun of those 'Good 'ol boys' that are bound to be there.

But I'm of course here to talk about Manson and our match for the prestigious North American title. I don't know if I've said this before, but I'm not interested in the title at all. No. Instead, I'm in it to improve my wrestling skills. Manson seems like a good punching bag, what with his bad leg and all. Our match at RitC was quite good, if I may say so myself. Michaels may have pulled a vengeance ##### trip on me, but it takes two to win, and I hope Michaels knows that. Also, Michaels, be warned. I'm coming for you next.

But right now, as said, my sights are on Manson. Manson, you seem like the overanalyst type. You obviously like to analyze me too much, what with the superhero stuff. I must say, The Shadow was damn cool, and Alec Baldwin did damn fine in the movie, but my favorite hero has and always will be Batman. Batman can kick anyone's ass, and he looks pretty cool to boot. Plus, he has that damn fine car, and the Joker has to be one of the coolest eneimes of all time. Other than that, I'm not gonna read into your 'backstory bit' any more.

Instead, Manson, I'll look at you for a second. Every match I've see you in in the WFW, you've been sub par. At best. Last week, you were absolutely horrible, and the rookie Felix Red impressed more than you. YEs, you're injured, but a real talent can go to the ring, rain or shine, injured or healthy, sick or whatever, and put on a damn good show. I'm not going to brag about all the times I've done this, because that'll make me look like a bragging ass. Manson, I think you're a whiny little ##### who got the North American title by sitting on your ass and crying until someone felt sorry for you and took the fall.

But hey, for all I know, you could be a tremendous wrestler. It may, in fact, be your leg that's slowing you down and making you look like crap in the ring. I may be in for a suprise next Friday, but I don't think so. I'm going to take that pretty North American title away from you and elevate my wrestling status even higher. Once that's done, I'll be happy to give you your title back. But of course, you'll have to earn that.

Again, I don't feel like counting my chickens before they hatch, since you may suprise me. Until then, however, I'm not impressed. I don't care if you're the most uncaring man in the business. I'm worse. I don't care if you're the most unfeeling bastard in the industry, because I feel less. I am in every way better than you, Michael Manson, and at Scars an Stripes, I'll prove it...[/font]

Fade out...

 

[Manson]

RE: OVeranalyzing, are we?

((FADEIN: MICHAEL MANSON, in black t-shirt and jeans, lies on a green leather psychiatrist's couch. A pez dispenser in his hand.))

MANSON: Yes, insult my wrestling ability..that is the way to crush my uncaring, nihilistic heart and make want to help orphans. You, Evian, are mistaken. I didn't analyze, I didn't over analyze. I didn't care. I tried to make my perception of you more interesting, to try to salvage something of you. At the very least, pretend you're Catholic or something. Right now, all I feel is a vast well of disappointment.

I mean, you call yourself the Shadow, you hang around with a therapist..really..all of this could be really interesting and though provoking. But when it comes down to it, all you really can do is say I'm a bad wrestler? Of all the things in my myriad universe, my hygiene, personality, hell..even my grammar...this is all?

You know, being with Michaels and Silver, everyone is looking for more from you. I'm not saying Hitler-like evil, but let's try somewhat harder than this. Just my leg is somewhat hurt right now, but healing. It's rather obvious from the bandages and wrapping on there. Your opinion is yours, of course I don't go around and analyze wrestling styles, not openly anyway.

No, because like in sex, all I believe is in self-gratification. I have the NA title right now, so obviously, I did something right or stumbled half drunk into it.

Or maybe its because I am the most feared and fascinating figure upon the circuit. They sing songs about me in Chinese opium dens, you know. And you, Shawn..Evian..whoever the hell you are...you have been nowhere and done nothing. You have no history, no past. You are probably better than me in being a better person and contribution to society..that's true....but there has yet to an instance in this life where you can actually overcome in a ring.

And after the match, you'll have to hang yourself, because the only other shot you'll ever have is in the next life.

 

[andreshadow]

Apathy rules...

Fade in upon the black figure of the Shadow, Andre Eian. Again, there's a black trench coat, black jeans, black shirt. Typical trademarks.

[font color=red]Resorted to name calling already, Manson? I am not, despite your inclination, a town in France or a brand of yuppie bottled water. My name is 'Eian', and I am one of the 300 people in the world who have that particular last name. Again, I don't think you care much, but I wouldn't want you to make an idiot of yourself before I do.

Now, above that, I wonder what would make you think that I care that you're dissapointed in me. Then again, maybe you don't care that I don't care that you're dissapointed in me. But truly, I don't care that you don't care that I don't care that you're dissaponted. Apathy rules, doesn't it? I don't care what your perception of me is, Manson. I don't care if you think I'm a pansy or a dumbass. Just come to the ring and prove that you deserve that title. Either that, or give it to me. I've said before that I don't care as much about the title as the ammount of attention it gives me, and that holds true still.

But this puzzles me. You seem to think for some strange reason that I'm allegiated with Doc Silver and Michaels. That is a pretty lofty claim, as I've always been a lone wolf, so to speak. I do not associate with little b*tches like Michaels, and I've yet to meet Silver. Again, you assume too much to entertain yourself. Hell, I know I'm not the most entertaining guy to analyze, but making up half-truthes is pretty pathetic.

I could go on and on about my accomplishments in the ring, but I know that you don't care, and I'd be waisting my breath. I don't know why anyone would fear you, however, because I certainly don't. You seem like a pretty straightforward cocky champ to me. I don't care. I'll mow through you like you weren't even there. You haven't gone one on one with me yet. You have no clue what it's like. Ask Luster, ask 'Mr North America'. They'll tell you how it felt to get their asses kicked. I'm sure they've never felt anything like it before, and they won't feel anything like it never again.

I'm coming for you, Manson, and an injured knee isn't gonna protect you. You could only hope for my suicide as an option to get out of it, because one way or another, you're losing that belt...[/font]

Fade out...

 

[Manson]

RE: Apathy rules...

((FADEIN: MICHAEL MANSON, in "Goats aren't for Herding" t-shirt, black jeans, and leather jacket standing in a shadow in an alley.))

MANSON: Actually, I would like you to list your achievements because I've never heard of you or anything you've done before. Though, from where you come for, beating Luster for the title of "King of Masturbation" means something.

Here in the WFW, currently, you mean nothing, Shadow, Eian, hell, I'll just call you Claude. So Claude, let explain something to you, so perhaps that you might at some point gain a module of intelligence and not sound like cliched wrestler#4 reaching for his syringe.

Watch the WFW shows, hear them talk about me..sure..one of the commentators is always going on about me being such a nice guy...but even Hitler had his advocates. They talk about me because of things I've done. Actual things.

We're talking blood-letting and crucifixion type things. Both of my legs could be sawed off and I'd still overcome you in that ring because I know how to.

You have done nothing but state a history that can neither be backed by evidence or text. You are here in the WFW for no discernible reason at all. You are the Ashton Kucher of this promotion, Claude. And I don't take well to that....now Claude...don't mind as I attend to business...

((MANSON glances across the street as minor celebrity HANNAH STORM is not allowed to pass through the metal detectors into a building. An MTV van is parked nearby and ASHTON KUCHER emerges, in losse t-shirt and backwards ballcap. He gawkily walks toward STORM to reveal the stunt of his horrible show PUNKED when MANSON grabs him into the shadows.))

KUCHER: Hey man..hey man..

((MANSON backhand slaps him and throws him into a nearby dumpster.))

((CUTTO: MIKE MANSON, sheeted and masked,is wielding the dumpster shut with a torch whose extension cord seemingly goes off into nowhere. TWO SQUAD CARS, lights flashing, pull up and officers with guns drawn approach.))

COP: Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to put that down.

MANSON: But Ashton Kucher is inside.

((The police pause and look at each other.))

COP: Sir, please step away from the dumpster.

((Manson turns off the torch and back off as the police open fire upon the dumpster in which ASHTON KUCHER is trapped.))

MANSON V/O: And that is what the ASHTON KUCHER's of the world deserve, Claude.