Post by WTFWILL on May 1, 2008 3:24:33 GMT -5
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Barbed Wire Cell - BH Championship RP #2
Barbed Wire Cell - BH Championship RP #2
...awake.
Tyler sat straight up in a cold sweat. He winced as he sat up, rubbing his hand against his forehead. It stung like hell when he brushed over the few minor cuts on his face, but he didn't feel too beat up. That was before he looked in the mirror. Tyler looked like hell. The cuts on his forehead and cheeks were nothing compared to the giant headband of blood-stained gauze wrapped around his skull. All at once, everything hurt. His face, his ankles, his abs, his arms... everything. It wasn't just painful, it was exhausting.
A camera crew pushes forward into the room, zooming in close up on Tyler's bewildered face. It only takes one look at the camera crew to get him going, though. Tyler turns his entire body towards the camera, slouched over in a broken heap. He spoke softly under his breath at first with a sort of sick desperation.
TYLER SHANE
"You... like seeing me like this? Is that what I'm hearing? Am I assessing the situation correctly? Not just Bo or Chris Stone or every fucking superstar in that locker room, but every last one of you wrestling 'fans' out there watching this right now with that small, sick sensation in your heart creeping down to your slowly rising boner when you see someone you hate in a broken physical condition. Go ahead, indulge yourselves, nobody's looking you sick fucks. Get a good jerk in while you watch me bleed on the mat and on the floor during that Cage Match against S.O.D. and the ensuing aftermath. You too, Bo. You touch your little choirboy all you want, you sadistic fucker."
"You... like seeing me like this? Is that what I'm hearing? Am I assessing the situation correctly? Not just Bo or Chris Stone or every fucking superstar in that locker room, but every last one of you wrestling 'fans' out there watching this right now with that small, sick sensation in your heart creeping down to your slowly rising boner when you see someone you hate in a broken physical condition. Go ahead, indulge yourselves, nobody's looking you sick fucks. Get a good jerk in while you watch me bleed on the mat and on the floor during that Cage Match against S.O.D. and the ensuing aftermath. You too, Bo. You touch your little choirboy all you want, you sadistic fucker."
Tyler winces as he struggles to situate himself again, this time looking up into the camera from his slouched position. His tone changed now, the pitch jumping frequently and Tyler himself teetering on the brink of insanity.
TYLER SHANE
"You listen to me, Bo Slade. This was your warning, and you didn't heed it. I fucking took you for a Supreme Special straight to hell off the top of that cage in hopes you would reject the challenge from Chris Stone, but you were too dumb to figure that out. And don't hand me some tired bullshit about your history in cells... fuck you, Bo. I don't give a damn about your history with Cells or Barbed Wire, and I'm sure these 'fans' out there who follow you so blindly are also, in reality, sick of you beating a dead horse. Just face it, Bo, the only reason you're even in any position to make a stipulation in this match is because of me. I fought Chris Stone to the teeth, I drew his ire, and in order to throw me off Chris Stone decides to bring you on-board. I mean, what have you really done that's noteworthy recently, Bo? In the past month you lost a cage match against me and Elliot, lost a tag match against me and Duke, and became the sole reason Stone is still the Brutal Havok Champion. If you had not been fucking around during that match..."
"You listen to me, Bo Slade. This was your warning, and you didn't heed it. I fucking took you for a Supreme Special straight to hell off the top of that cage in hopes you would reject the challenge from Chris Stone, but you were too dumb to figure that out. And don't hand me some tired bullshit about your history in cells... fuck you, Bo. I don't give a damn about your history with Cells or Barbed Wire, and I'm sure these 'fans' out there who follow you so blindly are also, in reality, sick of you beating a dead horse. Just face it, Bo, the only reason you're even in any position to make a stipulation in this match is because of me. I fought Chris Stone to the teeth, I drew his ire, and in order to throw me off Chris Stone decides to bring you on-board. I mean, what have you really done that's noteworthy recently, Bo? In the past month you lost a cage match against me and Elliot, lost a tag match against me and Duke, and became the sole reason Stone is still the Brutal Havok Champion. If you had not been fucking around during that match..."
Tyler trails off, obviously getting angry. He turns away from the camera momentarily to regain his composure. Breathe deeply. Exhale through the nose. Count to three.
TYLER SHANE
"Iiiiiiiin any case, Bo, you were doing nothing but rotting away in CPW until I came back as The Enigma and gave you something to do. I mean, do you honestly think any of these fucking fans would give a shit about you if it were not for me showing up and 'pissing you off'? You're old news, Bo. Nobody gives a shit anymore. Or at least, they didn't, until The Enigmatic One showed up and put on a performance of a lifetime for them. And here we sit, nearly two months later, on the eve of the biggest match the Brutal Havok title has seen in a long time. It's been a fucking long time since anyone has really had to care about the BH Title. This show split is one of the best things that could've happened - it cleared the playing field. Stone allowed the Brutal Havok Title to stagnate to the point where nobody takes it seriously anymore. They wanted Brutal Havok, well here's your fucking Brutal Havok - a barbed wire Hell in a Cell. How's that for you, Chris? A bit more than you expected?"
"Iiiiiiiin any case, Bo, you were doing nothing but rotting away in CPW until I came back as The Enigma and gave you something to do. I mean, do you honestly think any of these fucking fans would give a shit about you if it were not for me showing up and 'pissing you off'? You're old news, Bo. Nobody gives a shit anymore. Or at least, they didn't, until The Enigmatic One showed up and put on a performance of a lifetime for them. And here we sit, nearly two months later, on the eve of the biggest match the Brutal Havok title has seen in a long time. It's been a fucking long time since anyone has really had to care about the BH Title. This show split is one of the best things that could've happened - it cleared the playing field. Stone allowed the Brutal Havok Title to stagnate to the point where nobody takes it seriously anymore. They wanted Brutal Havok, well here's your fucking Brutal Havok - a barbed wire Hell in a Cell. How's that for you, Chris? A bit more than you expected?"
Tyler laughs and takes a sip of the generically-branded apple juice sitting beside his bed.
TYLER SHANE
"You see, Chris, the sad thing is that I'm not even trying anymore. I stopped trying a long time ago when I realized you play into my hand without me even needing to lift a finger! You're that much of an idiot. I mean... twice since that Brutal Havok four-way a couple weeks back, you've let me manipulate you into helping me, only for me to stab you in the back. Twice, you twat. Fool you once, shame on me. Fool you twice, shame on you. Let's hope I don't fool you three times. I don't think they've even made up a proverbial saying for fucking up that badly three times. I guess they'll have to if your naïvety is a problem again."
"You see, Chris, the sad thing is that I'm not even trying anymore. I stopped trying a long time ago when I realized you play into my hand without me even needing to lift a finger! You're that much of an idiot. I mean... twice since that Brutal Havok four-way a couple weeks back, you've let me manipulate you into helping me, only for me to stab you in the back. Twice, you twat. Fool you once, shame on me. Fool you twice, shame on you. Let's hope I don't fool you three times. I don't think they've even made up a proverbial saying for fucking up that badly three times. I guess they'll have to if your naïvety is a problem again."
A nurse comes in and checks a few things on Tyler's monitor. She puts a little plastic cup with two pills inside of them and instructs Tyler to take them both. He obliges and swallows them down with a swig of water afterwards. He'd feel good as new in no time.
TYLER SHANE
"Let me tell you how this is going to go down. I'm going to walk out of that arena on Sunday the Brutal Havok Champion, and you two are going to be left wondering what the fuck happened. I will win at any cost, I can't stress that enough. I just wanted a Championship match, then Stone gave me a Cell. I was happy with the Cell, then Bo gave me barbed wire. Do you think it intimidates me, guys? Do you think I'm shaking in my skivvies over here simply because you both have small dicks and compensate for that by making ridiculously overblown match stipulations? I mean, fuck it, why not throw in thumbtacks and a herd of stampeding rhinoceroses to make things really interesting? You want to sell Pure Chaos, Triple X, here's how you do it: stampeding rhinoceroses. Write that down, X, you joke of a General Manager!"
"Let me tell you how this is going to go down. I'm going to walk out of that arena on Sunday the Brutal Havok Champion, and you two are going to be left wondering what the fuck happened. I will win at any cost, I can't stress that enough. I just wanted a Championship match, then Stone gave me a Cell. I was happy with the Cell, then Bo gave me barbed wire. Do you think it intimidates me, guys? Do you think I'm shaking in my skivvies over here simply because you both have small dicks and compensate for that by making ridiculously overblown match stipulations? I mean, fuck it, why not throw in thumbtacks and a herd of stampeding rhinoceroses to make things really interesting? You want to sell Pure Chaos, Triple X, here's how you do it: stampeding rhinoceroses. Write that down, X, you joke of a General Manager!"
Tyler stands and stretches his back, wincing from the pain. Apparently he hurt his back at some point during the course of the evening. The last thing he even vaguely remembered was landing a hook shot directly to the jaw of Prozac at some point. The last thing he clearly remembers is something about Chris Stone and a sledgehammer. But Elliot had filled him in on all the details, as if the obnoxiously frequent repeats on CPW 24/7 hadn't done the trick.
TYLER SHANE
"Just a few hours ago... or however long ago it was... I proved something. It wasn't just that I am the fucking man. Most people already knew that. It was the fact that I'm smarter in-ring than either of you two imbeciles. If I'm not mistaken, I gave you, Chris... and your drunk of a brother and yourself, Bo... Supreme Specials. All three of you went down hard to the beat of my fucking drum. And aside from a puny cheap shot by a certain Reverend Jeremiah White, none of you laid a hand on me. Bo... didn't you take a sledgehammer to the face? Chris... don't I remember you taking a Ride the Lightning? That's what I thought."
"Just a few hours ago... or however long ago it was... I proved something. It wasn't just that I am the fucking man. Most people already knew that. It was the fact that I'm smarter in-ring than either of you two imbeciles. If I'm not mistaken, I gave you, Chris... and your drunk of a brother and yourself, Bo... Supreme Specials. All three of you went down hard to the beat of my fucking drum. And aside from a puny cheap shot by a certain Reverend Jeremiah White, none of you laid a hand on me. Bo... didn't you take a sledgehammer to the face? Chris... don't I remember you taking a Ride the Lightning? That's what I thought."
Tyler takes another sip of his water before taking his bandaged and bruised body to the doorway.
TYLER SHANE
"Bo may have the most experience. Chris may have the most... whatever single redeeming characteristic Chris brings to the table. Charisma? Bitch-factor? But I can outsmart and outwit both of you gentlemen, and I've proven so on multiple occasions. And once the cell door is opened from the outside and I emerge the new Brutal Havok Champion, both of you will get a clear understanding of just how serious this game of ours is to me. I fucking want this title, and nothing's going to stand in my way. I'm going to resolve this Brutal Havok nonsense once and for all, and claim what should have been mine three weeks ago."
"Bo may have the most experience. Chris may have the most... whatever single redeeming characteristic Chris brings to the table. Charisma? Bitch-factor? But I can outsmart and outwit both of you gentlemen, and I've proven so on multiple occasions. And once the cell door is opened from the outside and I emerge the new Brutal Havok Champion, both of you will get a clear understanding of just how serious this game of ours is to me. I fucking want this title, and nothing's going to stand in my way. I'm going to resolve this Brutal Havok nonsense once and for all, and claim what should have been mine three weeks ago."
The Mastermind is nearly halfway out the door by the time he signs off.
TYLER SHANE
"But you'll really have to excuse me for the time being. I'm off to see a man about a title."
"But you'll really have to excuse me for the time being. I'm off to see a man about a title."
And with a strange sort of twisted pleasure, Tyler Shane walks away smiling. All the pain in the world couldn't stop him from seizing his prize on Sunday. Bo and Chris were both in for quite the surprise.
