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Post by Rock N' Roll God on May 1, 2023 10:11:49 GMT -6
Horror-Core Rules match for Horror-Core Championship vs. Scotty Paine vs. JJ BurgessRP Limit: 1 @metal @jjburgess
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Post by Deleted on May 21, 2023 16:12:41 GMT -6
~Clank! - Clank! - Clank!~
*That noise was driving him crazy, and Scotty Paine was determined to figure out what it was. He travels through a hallway, and round a corner. When he comes up to a room, where the noise was the most prominent*
~Clank! - Clank!~
*Scotty walks in, and that’s when he spots the origin of the clanking sound. It was the spirit of Eric Draven, his best friend, Championship tag team partner, and Brother. He was sitting on the edge of the sofa, throwing Championship title belts into a giant shipping box*
~Clank! - Clank!~
-:-Draven-:- There’s the TNA:New Blood Hardcore Championship …
~Clank!~
-:-Draven-:- There goes the XWA Xtreme Championship …
~Clank!~
-:-Draven-:- Make room for the uXwA Combat Championship …
*Confused, Scotty walks up to the spirit of Eric. Who still hadn’t noticed Scotty came in, and asks him the question on everybody’s mind*
~Scotty~ Um, Bro? What are you doing?
*Eric looks up, and flashes a smile to greet his younger friend*
-:-Draven-:- Well, I’m tossing these old Championship titles into a box.
~Clank!~
*Scotty’s eyes follow the uXwA Title, as it lands on top of the pile within the box*
~Scotty~ Um, Oh-kay? But, Why??
~Clank!~
*Draven simply shrugs his shoulders, as if tossing the Titles he's won in a different matches years ago was no big deal*
-:-Draven-:- A few weeks back, I heard you talking ...about how your Titles were meaningless, or something stupid like that. So, I figured screw it ...if you don’t care about your Championship History, why should I care about mine??
~Clank!~
-:-Draven-:- May as well, throw them away ...You know??
*No, he didn’t know. In fact Scotty grew even more alarmed, as he walked further into the room. In an attempt to stop his deceased partner, from throwing them away so easily*
~Scotty~ Bro, you earned these belts. You made Syco tap out, you went through Hades with three other guys to get these. You can’t just throw them away, like this!!
*Eric looks up at Scotty, like he’s the crazy one. Which we know is totally the truth, but not many of the ECWF Roster knew The Xtreme Icon like Scotty did*
-:-Draven-:- Scott, they’re just Titles. No biggie, Bro.
~Clank! - Clank! - Not-Clank?~
*Scotty reaches out and catches the TNA: New Blood Ultraviolent Championship, before it could land in the box with the rest of the Title belts. He looks into the medallion, remembering watching “Mean” Mike Miller and Rip “The Crippler” Oliver when he was younger. He looks back up at Eric, with a look of disappointment in his dazed eyes*
~Scotty~ You’re just going to throw it all away, because I stomped my feet and acted like a little girl? You can’t give up these Titles Bro, you can’t give up being the Xtreme Icon.
*Eric’s head snaps upward in the direction of Scotty, and a look appears on his face. That would suggest, that The Hardcore Legend said the stupidest thing in the world. Such as, “Why try to win back The Horror-Core Title on Sunday?” Heh, pretty dumb right?*
-:-Draven-:- What!? Who said, I’m giving up being the Xtreme Icon??
*Scotty sticks out his index finger, and points it at Eric*
~Scotty~ You did, when you said you were throwing these Titles away …
*Eric laughs, as he takes the TNA: New Blood Ultraviolent Championship from the hands of Scotty and lets it*
~Clank!~
*Into the box, with the rest of the discarded Championship belt*
-:-Draven-:- Brother, these Titles don’t make me the Xtreme Icon.
*Scotty stands there, even more confused than before. He watches Eric stand up from the sofa, and walk toward a briefcase. That Scotty hadn’t seen before. Eric hits the two buttons on both sides, and the case pops open. Thus, revealing the sparkling item inside. A new singular version of the Horror-Core Championship. A medallion, a shiny gold Straight Jacket wrapping around the planet Earth firmly in itself. Complete with eighteen small gems, that represent each Harcore or Xtreme title Eric had won during his long career. Eric pulls it up from it’s spot within the briefcase, and flips it onto his own shoulder*
-:-Eric-:- This makes me, the Xtreme Icon. Pretty cool, right??
*Scotty looks ten times impressed, then the Wrestling World would expect*
~Scotty~ Woah! That is Effing sweet!!
*Eric’s spirit nods his head, as he pulls it off his shoulder to give it a good look himself. He rubs his free hand over his last name, that’s engraved on the bottom*
-:-Draven-:- Yeah, I had them create a new version of the belt ...because something about carrying around eighteen belts, just seemed kind of egotistical, and douche baggish. That may be perfect for a gal like J.J., but one belt is all I need. So, if “Business Women” wants the belts back ...she can go pick them up from Steele’s office. But this Championship, stays with me!!
*Scotty wipes his forehead, with a cheesy grin*
~Scotty~ Phew, I was hoping you’d say that.
*Scotty slides the last three into the box, and Eric closes it up. Thus, closing the scene as well*
~Part Two~
*Nothing of importance in the background, just former Horror-Core Champion, Scotty Paine. Who’s sitting in the depths of the abandoned Greystoke Asylum, within the state of New Jersey*
~Scotty~ Well, I did it. I managed to dig deep, and overcome three other people ...all looking to hold the Championship, that I held just a few months ago. When I got home from the arena, last Monday night and they gave me a rematch for My Title ...I could hardly muster up the word “thanks” to the crew members ...who brought the contract to me. Not because I was too hurt, but because I was just so proud of the work I’d done. I could barely think about anything else, but the fact that ...I was now going to be the first ever Three-Time Horror-Core Champion. I overcame three bonafide “Insane” people in this company, to become the most sought after Championship in professional wrestling today. It’s such a huge honor, to see my name added onto the list of the other Champs but, I don’t know …
*Scotty looked away for a few seconds, something was on his mind. You can tell, by the look in his deranged eyes*
~Scotty~ If you watch the ending of that twenty-four seven segment, you’ll see the guy that supposedly beat me …pinning me at the same time that I’m trying to choking out J.J.. She was tapping, and that guy got the pinfall. The referee chose the pinfall he felt he saw first. J.J. think’s she was screwed, a lot of people think she’s full of crap ...and just throwing a little school girl hissy fit, because she lost. I’ve heard people tell me, if she made that cover a second sooner, it may be her as Horror-Core Champion right now ...and not that one guy. Some say I deserve that belt, and others say ...that I got lucky, when I won it a few months back. Well, I went back and watched the tape over and over again ...And personally, I think …
*Scotty takes a glance at the sparkling Championship, on a poster of the upcoming Pay-Per-View event. Only on the Steele Industries, Inc. Sports Network*
~Scotty~ It was just a little too close for comfort, for my taste.
*Scotty turns his attention back to the camera, with a sickening smile*
~Scotty~ I mean, it could have gone either way and that’s not enough for me either. But how about, instead of stomping around and making stupid cliché comments ...about loans, and borrowed time. You pick a date, so we can settle this the right way. Me and you, In a ring ...One on one. So I can whoop that Mini Wanna Be Ass of yours, and shut you up. Until that day comes J.J., that Title still belongs to me!!
*A smirk appears on the face, of the former Champion. One that just taunts The "Won't Stop" Vixen to make her move*
~Scotty~ But first, I have to deal with J.J. and definitely not the last on the re-debut of this particular vixen. That’s right, not even a few months after losing that Championship ...I’m set to face off against the toadie ...who cost me, to lose My Title. The "Won't Stop, The Can't Stop" Vixen. Verses, the one and only ...Horror-Core Legend! And you know, people here say ...that next Sunday night, my only shot. Just like it was my last shot a year ago. At Rain In Blood ….which is, the anniversary of when I won the title last. Is the night for The Crow Flies Higher Than Ever Before. It’s my moment to shine, in the spotlight. It’s my moment to transcend, beyond being just a lackey to more important people ...And actually, become the thing I tell people ...I already am!!
*Scotty gives a quick nod, and quickly continues his psycho babbling rant*
~Scotty~ It very well, could be. I mean, anything’s possible but then it just raises up the question of ….what makes this match, any different than any of your other matches? Back when I faced Apollo …not once, but twice and won, that was supposed to be my shot. Back when I challenged Eric Draven for his Hardcore Title, that was supposed to be my shot. So what makes this match, against your mundane ass ….any different from all my past “shots” that everyone thought I had in the bag? What exactly is different? Where my background comes from ...the “eightieth” time is always the charm!!
*Yeah Eightieth, that’s over exaggerated sarcasm for you. Scotty shakes his head, before speaking again*
~Scotty~ No, I’ll bet it’s the mind numbing arrogance you got running through your skull. I don’t know you were in the Hierarchy, but tell me ...is completely under estimating everyone just the thing to do with you lackluster idiots? I mean sure, if you were the better person next Sunday night. Then yeah, it could very well be your shot but if you think for one second ...that you’re just going to blow through me, because you’ve given yourself catchy nicknames? I highly doubt, you’re coming anywhere close to taking this Championship home that night!!
*Scotty reaches back, behind his waist and unstraps the Steele Industries "Draven Legacy" Title belt we saw earlier. He holds it up so he could look at it, before speaking again*
~Scotty~ Because whether or not, our “boss” wants to admit it or not. I battled through Hades to get that belt. I fought tooth and nail, to EARN this shot ...in a match, that I put my heart and SOUL into just to prove a point. You think this is your moment? You honestly believe, that after Rain In Blood is over ...you’re going to be walking out, as the Champion??
*Scotty flips the Legacy belt over his shoulder, and lets it dangle there a few moments before continuing on*
~Scotty~ You gotta pry it, from my cold dead fingers ...because, I’m not letting it go that easily!!
*Scotty shakes his head again. Signifying that what he just said, was complete fact in his tattered mind*
~Scotty~ And like I told everyone last week, you better bring everything you got. Because, I don’t want to hear your lame excuses ...when you get dropped on your skull!!
*He flashes that deranged smirk, and speaks one more time*
~Scotty~ As a child, I had dreams of loneliness, and of hatred ...that drove me mad. Of a stillness, and of sorrow ...of what I never had; of what could only be. My Mother thought that children should be seen, and not heard. My Father thought that I was just a prop for his amusement ...for his idle friends, for him to look like someone ...I was almost; I was like a monkey, and he was an organ grinder. As I sat, and did tricks for all the other adults that came over. As the idle rich came by, and looked me over as I'd recite the names of the president's back and forth ...forward and backward, and backward and forward. They'd clap their grimy hands, as I was surprised no one threw me money because that's what I felt like. My Mother never loved me ...she never did, and she never will. And I often wonder, maybe it was my fault ...but it wasn't. And the only thing I can think to say when I think about her, and what she did to me ...and the Paine she caused ...the hatred, and the loathing I fear so much, is “What About Me? What About Scotty??"
So it been said, So it shall come to pass Quoth The Crow, Forevermore!!
*The scene fades away, as Scotty just looks blank faced into the camera’s lens*
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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2023 13:58:07 GMT -6
J.J. Burgess versus Scotty Paine Horrorcore Championship Cameras: on. Audio: on.
The screen flashes between pastel orange, pastel yellow, pastel green, pastel blue, and pastel purple. J.J.’s voice sounds angry.
J.J. Burgess: ”There will be no pleasantries this time. I’m going to get directly to the point. I tried to keep it classy before but I’m gonna call it like I see it now. Mr. Paine you are a prime example of the hypocrisy that I have noticed. Too many people around ECWF look down on me because I’m different from them. ECWF loves to spew ideas that they uphold rebels. That if you got something about you that’s strange then you can find a comfortable spot in this wrestling promotion. That’s all lies. To be treated with respect in ECWF you have to wear black leather, silver studs, and chains. You have to have a permanent snarl, drink whiskey, and listen to rock music. Basically it’s an unwritten rule that you got to fit the mold.”
J.J. Burgess versus Scotty Paine Horrorcore Championship The border between Kansas City, Kansas and Kansas City, Missouri. Cameras: on. Audio: on.
The screen cuts to J.J. Burgess leaning against a metal gate. Her usual long sleeve knee length pastel green dress, pastel green bracelet, a watch with pastel green straps, a pastel green necklace, and brown leggings are completed with pastel green cowgirl boots and pastel green cowgirl hat. Most importantly the ECWF Horrorcore championship is around her waist. Behind the metal gate is a cow. She places her hand on to the cows head and rubs the cow’s head. She smiles at the cow. Then she turns to the camera and keeps her smile.
J.J. Burgess: ”I’m not here to allow myself to sink into a persecution complex. I’m no martyr and I’m fine with that. I’m not looking for any friends while on this ECWF roster, I’m just tired of the hypocrites that surround me. Anyway I will continue to wear my natural hair and pastel colors. And people like you Mr. Payne will just have to get over it. The same way that you’re six feet one inch tall and two hundred forty five pounds with twenty four years of experience. I have to deal with that for what it is. No running away, no hiding, and no sucking up. Horrorcore match or asylum match. Whichever one it is, I will participate in it and I will do everything to win.”
J.J. looks at the cow again with a beaming smile. She puts her hand under the cow’s chin and starts to gently scratch. The smile leaves her face as she gazes into the camera.
J.J. Burgess: ”I’m actually glad that you’re in this state of mind Mr. Paine. There’s so many pretending ass dullards strutting through ECWF as if they’re actually legendary. You at least have a right to claim to be a professional wrestling icon. The fact that you actually are going through a phase where you feel you have something to prove makes you that much better of a competitor. ‘Can’t Stop Won’t Stop’ isn’t a moniker that I gave myself half heartedly. That’s the lifestyle I live. I love thinking about how to accomplish things and then actually doing those things. I’m making multiple plans to remain the Horrorcore title holder. If that means getting beat up by you then so be it. I have stated this various times and I will proclaim it again: I want a challenge. I never had any belief that I was going to defeat you in five minutes or anything ridiculous like that. I know you’re going to drag me into deep waters. I know that this championship match against you is sink or swim. Even if I lose you won’t be able to drown me. I have dealt with ups and downs in life like any other person and taking a beating from you ain’t enough to make me leave this industry. You have made the choice to underestimate me. Now it’s my turn to display why that’s a mistake.”
J.J. puts her attention on to the cow again. She uses her other hand to playfully put one of the cow’s ears between her forefinger and middle finger. She moves the forefinger and middle finger back and forth around the cow’s ear as some sort of strange massage. She continues to gaze lovingly at the cow.
J.J. Burgess: ”Blood, bruises, lacerations, sweat, and tears. I offer that up willingly. My mission at 2023 Rain of Blood 2023 is to destroy all doubts in Rock N Roll God’s mind of who I am and the asset I am to this wrestling promotion. Point blank. If you Mr. Paine are determined to get in my way when it comes to that then you will be handled accordingly. No matter how long it takes and no matter how much it hurts.”
She clicks her tongue a few times at the cow. She removes her hands from the cow’s head and whips her head at the camera. Her eyes have gone so cold so quickly and a hint of a smile can’t even be seen. She puts her hands behind her back, undoes the Horrorcore belt, and lifts up the belt to her own face. Her facial expression reverts back to exactly the same loving gaze that she had when petting the cow. But now the loving gaze stays fixated on the ECWF Horrorcore title.
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