*We fade in the afternoon from our earlier locker room segment involving Scotty Paine, but again with a familiar set of surroundings as for the second time in hours. We see first a locker room door shot of the Conspiracies. However, unlike before the cameraman doesn't even get a chance to actually venture inside on his own, because before he can the door abruptly swings wide open revealing good ole' Scotty himself, this time with “The Queen Of Khaos” Ki Morbid in tow the as the duo steps out. Without even noticing the camera fairly close behind them, Scotty and Ki set off down the hallway with their usual smirks of confidence intact as well, and judging from the direction they were heading it would appear they are on the way toward the afternoon's sellout arena crowd itself! At this juncture, while the two finally begin moving further and further ahead of the original cameraman we shift out to an arena shot facing the stage area, an area that's within less than another minute or so re-introduced to the effects of …*
~”Here Comes The Pain” by Slayer hits the PA System~
*Suddenly, the arena lights begin to flicker off and on as the crowd rises to its feet immediately in anticipation, a combination of loud guitar riffs and the following words slowly begin to echo and scrolls across the ECWF's own looming Xtreme-Tron above*
”I am the new hell on earth
The lord of agony divine
Domination, intimidation
Lives within these eyes
Reign of Power
Remorseless anarchy
I am arrogance in the flesh
Unleashed intensity” …
*Thereafter, the daunting tune of "Here Comes The Pain" by Slayer plays on the PA as the ECWF's resident lunatic “The Crow” Scotty Paine emerges from behind the curtain with the dark, yet lovely Ki Morbid by his side. Once they finished making their way down the ramp to a deafening uproar of crowd pops, the highly deranged Hardcore Legend then finishes making his way up the ring steps, taking great care to assist his Vixen of a young woman counterpart inside initially. Once inside the ring, moments later. Himself, he proceeds to lean over toward the ropes and taunt off momentarily to this entire sellout crowd joining us here tonight, followed by moving to fiercely grab the nearest mic and make his way to stand directly in the center of the ring. Not too long afterward, continuing to be greeted by a mixture of the crowd reactions. Scotty finally raises a hand to signal quiet, whereupon he prepares to speak momentarily toward this sellout ECWF crowd on hand for the afternoon*
~Scotty~
Quite simply, legacies …
*Impressive opening pop for this phrase of The Hardcore Legend*
~Scotty~
Indeed …in such a business, an industry, a routine, and daily way of life as this is non-stop for every single man, and woman back there in the back …who belongs to this company, in such an atmosphere as that we all come to know and learn over time just how pivotal the art of forming your own legacy, as a combatant in this very ring is ...you know, there was a time once when as some of you may well remember …I myself hoped, dreamed, and prayed at every possible opportunity to begin forming a legacy all my own in Extreme Championship Wrestling Federation ...Many a day before I was even thought of as being associated with professional wrestling, I would sit in the back or at home on my couch as a young man. I'd sit back there excitedly watching my own Brothers, my own family members, my own flesh and blood. Thomas and Jaysen as they gradually developed their own legacies …step by pains taking step. For instance, Thomas as you all know formed his legacy by after many miserably failed Hardcore Title attempts joining Venom as "Kaine", joining him to become an infinite symbol of tag-team wrestling and to capture something that I'm sure will always be close to his heart in his ASW Tag Team Championship reign. One earned over three equally famous tandems on AHW Xtreme X-Mas of '02 …if you'll recall? Then, beyond the slightest shadow of a doubt …Thomas hit it unbelievably big in the XWA to form his own legacy too, he went from some no-name, lackluster jobber in Pure Title contention to gaining the support of Adin and in turn the first of two North American Titles, and eventually Thomas went on to face his eternally greatest rival in Genocide sometime later on the grandest stage of them all, Rapture in the Main Event for the Undisputed Championship, a title which in relation to his most recent North American Title reign, he still lives and breathes for to this day.
*Scotty pauses for a moment, as the crowd gives off another mixed reaction. He walks around the ring, as he speaks again*
~Scotty~
So yes, with this in mind anyone and everyone who knows me as a ECWF Legend, well enough knows that coming from the family dynasty of The Asylum talent that I do …I'm expected and assumed to be highly bred for success at certain points, the success of majorly memorable proportions when it comes right down to it …And speaking of this type success, I'd have to very much place this upcoming Horror-Core Rulez Match of mine right up there as the one of the best I'll ever behold …No doubt about it!!
*Yet, another pause as Scotty picks up the pace of his movement in the ring. Then, out of nowhere. He stops dead in the middle of the ring, as he continues speaking*
~Scotty~
But hey, surprising as this may sound to some …I'd be lying if I said, I didn't enjoy the sheer thrill of having to perform under such pressure-filled circumstances as the ones currently placed on me by those such as Thomas …when this type of pressure is soon enough on it's a given I'm expected to have my best showing to date as an ECWF wrestler this Pay-Per-View night. Hades, if anything I feed, I thrive, and I leech off insane amounts of pressure, being in these types of competitive tight spots gives me just the right amount of drive I need to finish what I start inside this ring. Dan Anderson, since we both know you're watching this …come March 31st, you can bet your ass whatever I start will end up properly finished at the end of however much a bloodbath our “warzone” of a matchup deteriorates into …
*A sudden wave of "Holy Shyte" chants starts up, these prompting the next short-lived stint of silence on the mic*
~Scotty~
Oh yes, rest assured there will be more than your everyday amount of bloodshed in this match, there's just no way around it …when two forces such as ourselves, are subjected to such a severe collision, and such an unspeakable amount of Paine and suffering at the bare hands of one another …as this is to be between you and me on both a personal, and professional level Danny boy.
*Scotty cockily reaches up to scratch his thick goatee in thought before continuing once again*
~Scotty~
In retrospect, truth be told …I've learned more than you will ever know from watching all my past heroes of the Wrestling World …such as Thomas, Aiden, Jaysen, and even Myself at one point form their respective legacies, and come the 31st …when I walk back into ECWF Arena through those double entrance doors. Come the mere moment of truth, when I lace up those boots and assume my post in the cross-like position for my entrance and come to the ultimate point of revelation …when I have my hand raised high above my head, in ecstatic victory. Those, Danny boy …THOSE are the moments I'll know this is at last my time, my chance, my shot, MY point of achievement at which to say …I've officially broke through as the only ECWF anti-hero for all these fans. And that, I've officially and undoubtedly established my own illustrious legacy for years upon years to come! Dan, the ego I so tightly keep holding and guarded to the confines of my twisted mind, that piece of tarnished memory I currently protect with my life just as those like Thomas and Jaysen have before me, that's an object I treasure with everything I have to offer as a living breathing human being. It's something that if you can attain gives you a lifetime's worth of prestige, adoration, respect, and envy in the ECWF. All in all, it's something I'll snap every last mother f*cking bone in your body …if I must pry it from that newly found death grip you want to have sealed up on it ...Danny boy, you still may not be able to understand this …since you're naturally the only one in your family, wherever the Hades you came from to amount to anything in the entire world. But whatever, believe me …I want that title worse than you do for the sake of myself and The Asylum’s legacy … which can now stretch between potentially three icons in this company. Two other icons, who like me …shall stand up for what they believed is right in their ECWF careers, and also just as I shall …they’ll come out on top, when it mattered most!!
*Right then Scotty moves to get directly up, and into the lens of the in-ring camera*
~Scotty~
Riddle me this Dan, if you're so much "Betta" than me, and if you're so very much "Smarta" than me …why is it, you've yet to again show your face out here in the middle of this ring, and why is it …everything you do have to say backstage is in actuality a whooooole lot of nothing, in a nutshell? The absolute essence of retardation in its simplest form? Well, if you'll allow me, and if you the oh-so-gratifyingly Xtreme fans would allow me to …
*Scotty again pauses, as the crowd pops big time for support*
~Scotty~
Oh yes, if your figures of ECWF society would allow me …I'd like to in closing for the present time answer my own question here. The fact of the matter is, that surprise you're NOT better than me. Believe it or not, you’re NOT smarter than me, you don't possess even half the charisma it takes to keep any belt in your grasp after such a historic event as this March 31st. Really, and truly man …just learn to think and make acceptance of it like this, you're just a never-was of a Rat Fink on the brink of entering the greatest downward spiral of your career in a negatively noticeable way. Meanwhile, in the midst of your head-on collision with a loss …I'm going to as of that night, be heading the exact opposite way as I blow by you in your fall from grace, and surge ahead. Ahead oppositely in the positive of straight up the ECWF ladder toward that anxiously awaiting World Heavyweight Championship ahead. Dan, just like I'm sure in some twisted way …you do have something to prove, I must prove to my family members …my legions upon legions of loyal Asylum Mates, and most of all myself ….that MY day of forming MY everlasting legacy is at hand. It's time the tides were turned for the good side in this battle, and come that night Danny Boy …come Starrcade. You better be ready to “Feel The Paine” my utterly useless, excuse of a challenger …for I, as the next link in my ever-famous and sadistic family have got one hades ...Of A Legacy To Live Life Up To!!
*"Here Comes The Pain" re-hits across the P.A system, prompting Scotty to carelessly toss his mic aside and make his way to taunt off consecutively from all four turnbuckles, with each corner drawing a deafening roar of approval from everyone in the crowd. Afterward, holding up two fingers toward the camera to signify the number of weeks remaining for Dan to get prepared for their match. Both Scotty and Ki exit the ring to make their way slowly up the ramp, and to the back ahead in a heavily confident fashion as always. The camera fades to darkness*
~Scotty’s Voice~
I Dare You, Come Feel The Paine!!
~:~Part Two~:~
~Scotty~
On Giah, Goddess Of All That Is Natural!! Including Hatred, And Love …Life in the Fast Lane, as I know it ...has just got Halted by a Woman …I Barely Know!! Yet, I Love Her More Than I Did Synful Diamond, Dark Engel & The Byker Bytch …COMBINED!! Help Me, Understand …Please?!?
*Scotty stands there, completely blank faced. He shrugs a few times, as he waits for an answer. That may never come, yet he still stands there as if stuck in time itself*
~Scotty~
No Way, In Hades’ Damnation …Am I going let you sit there, silent this time around. Say whatever you want to, The Truth Hurts …but right now, I don’t give two shytes!! Say anything, Danny boy. Us Fire Signs don’t relax easily. The anxiety, we share …is killing me, slowly. Kick me, beat me, turn me down …it’ll hurt less, I’m used to it. My Last Name Is …“Paine”!!
*Scotty again, stares deep into the camera. Yet, this time it’s not the standard grunge and psychotic look we’re used to. Scotty had his long, shaggy hair pulled back into a ponytail. It’s all stuck under an Onyx Black and Royal Purple bandana, and he’s wearing his glasses. The typical black hoodie is worn but his hood is backed away from his tattered face. The black smeared makeup is gone, and his prized leather jacket. Is hung up, on the chair behind him*
~Scotty~
Every last one of you, have all started the same Hades’ Damnation way …please, tell me your vast wisdom is more intelligent than your mundane peers. “Let’s Keep This Professional”, And “It’s Nothing Personal” ...Way too damn late for that!! Both feet, all four of them are already in The Leo’s Flames. This is Way Beyond a Professional Wrestling, friendship. It’s blossomed so far past that, it’s scary isn’t it?? I mean, in the years before “The Redneck Wrestling Machine” …there was another man, there was “The Bionic Redneck”. Brian Blades, the first guy that even went toe to toe with me. And quick frankly, I got my @$$ Kicked!! He used to tell me, “I’d Work Anywhere, But The E” …He was right, I never needed Vinny Mac’s help. Not a dime of that Million Dollar Wrestling Genius’ Money, ever helped me get over. Yet, my thick sculled, stubborn @$$ worked for Kaleb Antonio Steele instead??
*Again, Scotty stops shortly, to let those thoughts settle into the opponent’s head. Scotty stands there, with his usual deranged smile, yet this one show years of wisdom and knowledge. Suddenly, the resident psycho doesn’t look so insane after all*
~Scotty~
I’ve asked time, and time again …”I’m as crazy as they say I am, or am I just smart enough to make them think so” …And truth be told, you’re the only one here to actually know The Truth!! Worlds Can Not Be Offered, Only The Best I Can Do & Some Days …That Just Won’t Be Good Enuff!! What needs to be said or done, in order to prove our actions …Nothing, nothing whatsoever on Your Behalf. As Bytched out as this is going to seem, it’s All About Me & My Beloved PTSD!! Your words are amazing, your actions Ten-Fold. And truthfully, I’m about to use a word I absolutely Hate …”But” I’ve heard it all before, I’ve been here and know the Paine that comes from them. Much, more like yourself … than you’ll ever admit. I can paint you the prettiest picture ever seen. Say words, you’ve only dreamed of. You are, and always will be My next Victim …”Come 100%, Or Don’t Come At All” …It stood then, and it does now. Offers have been laid on the table, for you to shrug or brush them off …take your time, I’m not going anywhere! I’ve been here far too long, for me to sit back …and let A, Pennie Pinching Bytch like you …walk into My Asylum, affect me the way you do, and Not Fight For What I Want!! A Title Match, A Signature Match …Against, someone like yourself?? I came here to help You, and Your Daddy’s Promotion …I mean, Goddess Honesty. Do You really think, I need another World Heavyweight Championship …to prove I’m better than you?? Do You, seriously think …I need One More Asylum Match, before I’m done??
*Scotty stands there, as tears roll down his tattered face. His knees buckle, and his stomach almost turns on him. His bottom lips bounces like a baby boy lost in the wild blue yonder*
~Scotty~
If by now, You Don’t Know What I Really Want?!? Then, I’m the failure …I always knew I was, and I’m Sorry. All week, I’ve repeated “So Much To Say, So Little Time For It To Be Said” Red, Orange, Yellow, and The Ring Of Life …means nothing to the outside world, yet …you couldn’t wait to give me your answer. “In A Heartbeat” …words, that sung Majik into my Black Broken Heart. An organ that should have been sealed off, from the naysayers, the hypocrites, and people that have doubted me for years. A million rhythmic verses can’t explain how I feel …not now, not ever …can I tell you everything, far beyond the reaches that’s already been foretold. Southern Preachers, and Fools Know More Than I …But, that word I Hate so much!! “When it comes to Hating You, I’m Shameless!! It’s out of my hand, I’m a Fool!!” Is that what you need?? A Lyrical Assassination, by all means …Let’s Play Some Music!! Just who in Hades’ Damnation are you, to Fix My World?? “Someone has too” …Great, out-Effin-standing. Yet, what on my resume is so impressive …you had to have me come here?? To fix your promotion …Nah, isn’t buying it!! Was it, my hardcore nature?? Possible, yet I still think it’s more …Do I remind you, of the Co-Founder of The Crow’s Nest?? I have in me …what My Dearly, Departed Brother Had. In Giah’s name we pray, So Mote It Be!!
*Scotty’s eyes quickly shift from the calm loving demeanor to absolute anger in a simple blink of an eye. Suddenly, the happy go lucky lunatic. Has gone far beyond Hannibal Lector insanity*
~Scotty~
I know, they told me. I could stand here for, not one …not two, but a three two-hour promos. I don’t even see the reason to, honestly. I’m going to say everything, I have to say now and let the Wrestling World deal with it. I could, I should, and everyone know Damn Well …I would, stand here and run my mouth all day long. Facts are, we both know how we feel inside. Only in the darkest, most Morbid sections of our mind. Yeah, time and again …I know, who you are … Run, hide, feel like you want to Die. Always remember, some of us have and are in your World. I don’t need my Celtic-Wiccan Warrior Pride, to invade your heart, mind, and soul. I’m already, so far behind those personal lines …Even I’m Scared!! To lose a match, I Didn’t Want?? To be the Rightful Ikon Champion?? And prove to everyone, without a shadow of a doubt …I’m the most hardcore son of a bytch in professional wrestling today?? Is that, truly what you think I Want?? Not only have I Failed, Myself …but You all as well!!
*Scotty shakes his head in disbelief, as more tears stream down his face. He rips off a chunk of his $OA Skull t-shirt, and whips away his smeared vision. He places his glasses on the desk next to him, as his Paine filled voice rings out once more*
~Scotty~
Go back in time, just a few weeks back. Not even a month ago …we had a match, elsewhere. You remember, you didn’t say a word to me. The O’Mighty, was stumped by a lyrical master. “I only face men, I hate facing the prissy girls. F*ck, I don’t do “Hardcore” Wrestling ...I’m passed all that” Cool, ball up that fist and hit me with every ounce of hatred you have!! I Dare You, to fight me!! And the next time one of your ignorant toadies, tell me how to pronounce your name correctly …I’m going to slap the taste out of their mouths, with a barbed wire wrapped 2x4!! Why, why must I love to hate you?? Effin’ naysayers, all you disrespectful bastards, can say is “The Only Reason You’re Here or Get A Shot At That Title, Is Because You’re Friend’s The Owner” …Why?? Why, ‘Cause, just like anyone else in this industry …You’re a threat to me, and what I preach. You don’t have to like, or agree to my statements …just acknowledge, they’ve been said. Simple Life Plan, really. “Do As Thou Wilt, Bring Harm To None. Always Mind The Rules Of Three: What You Put Out, Comes Back Three-Fold” …Love & Light, So Mote It Be. They say, people like me have made a career based on “Garbage” Wrestling. Personally, I say …”You Couldn’t Fathom, What It Means To Be Hardcore!!” You, you know far too well what Being Truly Hardcore Means …on a Personal Level. One on One, Emonno-Emonno, Face to Face, and Down Right “Nitty-Gritty” …I love that about you. No running, no hiding, and No “I can out think, this opponent”. That isn’t going to happen, come match time. Ring the bell, and watch me do what I do Better Than Anyone Else …Make Another Legend, Bleed!! Hardcore To The Bone. My Home-Your Home, We’re Going Into The Terror Zone! Welcome To The Playground, It’s Where I Spent Most Of My Days. Forever Living Within A Dark Haze, Yet Simple Words Said …I’m Still Amaze, Your Face Ablaze. Back To Reality, Where Paine Is All Too Real, Can You Deal …Don’t Walk In My World To Steal, F*ck That …I’m Real. I Too, Know How You Feel …I’m Also As Crooked As Mr. Steele. I’ve Also Been Sent Straight To Hell!! Yeah, I’ll Admit It …I Fell, straight into your arms of that hold me so Well. I’m blinded by your Emerald Green Eyes. Inside me, a piece of self-loathing dies …the mental health issues, don’t need man made “brain fries” ...No pill does what you can, and the Entire Wrestling World knows …I’m the most sadistic, brutally honest, @$$Hole on this side of the United States of America!! Why, you ask?? Why me, why would someone do this or say that to me?? Ditto, just like you’d want …I know it’s what Eric would want, but not what I Want. Whether It’s Mentally Or Physically …You Will Feel My Paine!!
“Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence …whether much that is glorious, whether all that is profound …does not spring from disease of thought, from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect.”
So It Has Been Said, So Shall It Come To Pass …
-Quoth The Crow, Forevermore!!
*The scene fades out, yet Scotty doesn’t strike his usual cross-like pose. Instead, this time he stands there and flips off the camera*
~Scotty’s Voice~
By the way, Danny Boy …you can take that Next Gen Title, and stick it up your ass!! And I really don’t need an Ikon Championship, to tell me, I’m as good as they say I am …What I want, you f*ckers have been ducking me for months!! I don’t care who’s holding the World Title, I’ve beaten his @$$ TOO!!