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Since Jake Starr introduced himself as a "special guest" in the main event of Rise to Greatness, the mutual "thorn in the side" mentality of Silas Mason and Jake Starr has become well documented. Both men have done everything they could to purposely ruin the lives of the other, and neither have stopped to think twice about it.
Now the world can see what will happen when the two sides collide in a match that is actually sanctioned by SCW itself, and when the numbers are, finally, even. At Under Attack, Jake Starr will walk into a war with Silas Mason and his World, flanked on each side by three of Supreme Championship Wrestling's top stars. He'll have the former World Champion, Shaun Cruze, Chris Cannon, and Merrick Wiseman to assist him in this battle, and unlike in previous matches where he was thrown in with random partners, each person has the same agenda... Revenge. For Shaun Cruze and Chris Cannon, they are both out to try and save Kelcey Wallace. For one of the individuals, it's about love, and for the other, it's about an immense amount of respect. For Merrick Wiseman, it's simply about taking care of business that has needed to be taken care of. And for Jake, it's about bringing an end to the reign of terror that has been Silas's World. This match is something that Jake has been waiting for, and ultimately is something that he feels needs to happen as the "first straw," in what is most likely going to be a lengthy war. He also realizes that this is a chance for him to show Silas Mason that involving his extended family, and threatening to involve his immediate family, is one of the most dangerous things he could do. Jake, whether he has admitted it publically or not, feels responsible for the assault on his nephew, and he realizes that trying to be the "hero," and force Thören to sit on the sidelines, while he saves the day, is a bad idea, especially with how much of a loose cannon that Thören is. He realizes Thören is as much a part of this battle as he is. He realizes that he has to make sure Thören gets his chance at revenge, too. With that being said, he's also realizing that if Thören is going to enter into a war far beyond that of anything he's ever faced off with in the past, he's going to need to be reined in, and shown the right way of doing things. Inside the "studio" where Jake cuts most of his promos, he stands in front of a camera, and awaits the signal from the producer, that it is his time to begin speaking. As the time gets closer, Jake is given a cue to get ready to go on the air. After a countdown, the producer gives Jake the cue, and Jake begins his diatribe, lashing out at Silas Mason, and the crew he will be facing off against, at Under Attack. Jake Starr: After all of this time, the battle lines have finally been drawn, and the war will finally be commencing. After all of this time, the war of words is coming to an abrupt end, and finally people will see who has truly been all talk, and who actually has the fucking gonads to step to the plate, and back it all up. It's been a long time coming. It's been the infamous writing on the wall. Everyone knew the day would come, where everything would begin to come to a head, and ultimately showcase who truly is the superior force in Supreme Championship Wrestling... ... And that time is Under Attack! Since before Rise to Greatness, I have had to walk around looking over my shoulder CONSTANTLY. Since I cashed in my Trios Tournament contract, every day has been a day where I could end up on a fucking gurney, and wishing that I had made better decisions with my life. Each day that passed, I realized, though, that it was completely irrational for me to feel that way, though, because with each passing day I realized that Silas Mason, for all of his long winded banter on Twitter, for all of his hayseed-laden promos, nothing about what he was saying could hold a fucking drop of water to the reality that he couldn't do SHIT to back it up. It wasn't hard to realize. Silas had always talked about how I'd never make it to Rise to Greatness. He talked about how I would never see that match, and how he had the power to ensure that Shaun and Kelcey would be the ONLY two in that match. Once that match rolled around, I think it's safe to say, he's been wrong. He promised the world he would be the "Manager of Champions," and one of his Baby Pukes would be leading the charge, as the SCW World Champion! Yeah... Didn't happen... In fact, every time he has come out in public and tried to make some form of prophecy for the world to buy into, he's failed to deliver. And when people like that come around these parts, and they DARE to try and run their mouth against me, I don't tend to forget. I don't tend to let it slide. I don't tend to back down, until they realize that I WILL BEAT THEM INTO SUBMISSION! When it comes to who can be more relentless, ask guys like James Exeter what it's like to have Jake Starr breathing down your neck all the time. Ask Exeter what it's like to know that every time he turned around, I was still there. Unlike when people do it to me, I back my talk up. I don't just run my mouth. I've shown the world that each time I say what I believe, and I say something IS GOING TO HAPPEN, it does! And like I said, at Under Attack, that's when it will happen! Jake begins to pace back and forth, staying within the frame of reference he has been in thus far.
You see, Silas, when you first tried to make yourself sound smart and tough, you were doing so to try and actually make people pay attention to you. You and I both know you HATED the fact that, let's be real here, people ignored you. People felt you were just the next flash in the pan that we got to endure all over every episode of every show out there. We knew that every match would have someone claiming to be a member, or associate, but like history stated, we all knew it would eventually come to a screeching end. And it will happen. It may not happen at Under Attack, itself, but at Under Attack, it will mark the beginning of your reality check. See, you have gone around picking fights with everyone, all with the hopes that it'll get you more respected than you really are, but in the grand scheme of things, all you have done is make people push you further and further toward that designation of, "another Infamous." I mean, all you are is the 2014 version of Pete Ebdon. You're a snarky, pathetic excuse for a manager, who thinks he can go out there and make something special happen by numbers. You think that by recruiting the hookers and the homeless, you're magically going to be more intimidating, but you're not. You're nothing. You're a failure. You're a joke. You're a carny. You're simply a fraud... Do I expect you to realize this? No... Do I expect you to heed my words? No... But what I expect is for you to have a very upsetting wakeup call at Under Attack. You've pissed the world off, and the world, which let's be real has FAR MORE people, and FAR MORE TALENT than you could ever manage. But Under Attack will serve a purpose for you. Like I said, I don't expect this to be the end-all, be-all moment of our little war. I don't expect this to be the epic final battle. With as many people as you have pissed off, there is WAY TOO MUCH riding on the line to have it be the one-and-done type of event. So I know that win or lose at Under Attack, you'll still act like your shit doesn't stink. You'll still BRAG about how wonderful you are. You'll still act high and mighty. The problem is, idiot, is that you have proven time and time again YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOU'RE DOING! Jake pauses, and looks into the camera, as if he just heard someone say something.
Wait... What? Jake turns his head, and cups his ear.
What was that? You... You say you DO know what the fuck you're doing? You say that everything you've done has been smart, and wise? You say that you know everything? Jake turns to face the camera, cocks an eyebrow, and yells.
BULLSHIT! Time after time you have shown that you don't have a fucking clue, and none more so than the BIGGEST FUCKING MISTAKE you have ever made. It wasn't one of those you were bright enough to realize, and in face, you're still so incredibly retarded, you still think it's one of your massive success stories... Jake turns his head again, with his ear facing the camera.
Oh I am sorry, what? You don't know what I'm talking about because you never make mistakes? Jake faces the camera again.
Dare I say... BULLSHIT! But I will say that you may not truly realize the failure. You may see the world through your rose colored glasses, and honestly, you may think that everything was done with the brightest intentions for your make-shift clientele, but, let me enlighten you... The camera pans out, and slowly another man comes into frame. This man is quickly recognized as Jake's nephew, Thören Holt, who is appearing in one of Jake's promos for the first time.
Now... Before I say anything, I want you to put little Silas away. I'm not going to say what you think I'm going to say. This isn't anything about me now magically feeling like I have to defend my family because honestly, I don't feel that way at all. But attacking Thören made you the single dumbest human being on the planet. It's not because we're family. It's not because we're now this strong force. It's because when you made the DUMB mistake of attacking him, you... Well... I think Thören might say it a little more eloquently... Jake steps aside, and Thören Holt steps into the center of the frame. He steps forward with his fists taped, ready to brawl, and rubs each fist into the palm of the other hand. After stretching his neck to one side, the world gets to hear from the mysterious nephew of the Social Misfit.
Thören Holt: Silas, Silas, Silas... What could have been one of your best ideas, turned out to be one of the dumbest things your bitch-ass could have ever done. When I came to look around the SCW locker rooms, I had ideas of what I wanted to do, and I'm not going to fucking lie, one of those things was to embarrass Jake. See, I didn't think too highly of him because I thought he had this grand plan to mold me in his image, and truthfully, I want the furthest fucking thing from that. I want the girls... The money... The fame... The fortune... But at the time... I wanted, more than anything, to embarrass Jake, and send his ass packing back to fucking Iowa! Jake was a guy I loathed and wanted to embarrass. I didn't want to BE him... I wanted to END him! But instead of being a genius about it, and looking at what I might have had to offer, as far as insight and services went, you attacked me. You were just as much of a chicken shit then, as you are now because you fucking blindsided me. You didn't have the BALLS to step to me like a man would. You decided to be a fucking bitch, and sent your hood rats from behind. It showed you were a coward, and realized that your whole game was predicated on you not being able to man-up to anything. Is that why you surround yourself with a group of BITCHES? Is it to remind yourself that anatomically you are a dude, and you have this dream of being a "guys-guy," but know you don't have a fucking set of rocks between your legs to pull it off? So you surround yourself with a gaggle of hens who act as your beard? Fuck you, dude... See, I could have looked past your little attack, if I had provoked it. I could have said I deserved it. Instead, we were basically on the same team. I wanted to see Jake walk away depressed so badly, I was plotting my own run-in for Rise to Greatness. Hell, I was damn near close to calling you, and offering up my services, all so we could both enjoy Jake's demise... Thören throws both hands in the air, palms facing the camera, and changes his voice to a much more sarcastic tone.
... BUT NOOOOOO! Thören goes back to speaking normally.
... Instead of being smart, you were dumb. You GIFT WRAPPED another ally to Jake, when there wasn't an alliance to even fucking be made. You HANDED ME OVER, and made another enemy. It didn't rattle Jake's cage, you idiot. It didn't make him all high and mighty for the cause of his family, you ungrateful asshole... All it did was tell me that being AGAINST Jake was the dumbest decision I could have made, and believing some stunt double for Corky, from "Life Goes On," would actually be someone who could lead me to my Promised Land. Do I stand here thinking that's Jake's job, now? NO! I fully intend on doing my own thing, once the time is right, and Jake knows that. He knows I want NOTHING MORE than to be better than him, superior to him, and looking at him in my rear view mirror, as I become a bigger draw than him, but right now, it's fucking STUPID for me to even imagine doing so. It's stupid for me to worry about Jake, his career, or anything like that, and it is for a very simple reason... The chance I was looking for, the chance to make a name for myself, the chance to make a splash, was GIFTED to me courtesy of your fucking ass! Like I said, asshole, I was on your side. I felt like Jake was my catapult to stardom, but now, it's you and your whore corps! It's not because you're a superstar, or even your bitches are worth a damn, it's because I'm a fucking nobody. Nobody knows who I am, and nobody gives a shit. But think about it... If I help ruin your life, if I am somehow influential in the destruction of this talentless group of yours, it puts me at a level that your fucking bitches only dream of! So thank you, Silas... Thank you for being my opportunity. Thank you for giving me everything I wanted. Thank you for making my day because come Under Attack, your big boys will be in that ring, and focusing on Jake and whoever those others are. You can have your little bitch by your side, but the difference is, I won't be at ringside... Or at least, where you know where I am. You won't know where I am liable to get you at, but it will happen. I will make sure whoever you "hire" next to gussy up and act like a wrestler isn't looking in the right direction. Because when you least expect it, when you are the most vulnerable, I will be there trying to END you. I will end Silas Mason, and everything he ACTS like he represents. You won't be able to stop me... Jake won't be able to stop me... I will be there to ruin your fucking life, all to make mine better. You made this opportunity for me, by making the person I thought I had to take out, my greatest ally in my quest to be big... And in turn became my sacrificial lamb. So face it, asshole, Under Attack is going to suck for you. It'll be a night where your "World" won't just be Under Attack, but you will be too! Thören steps back, and Jake grins, stepping back front and center, with a grin on his face.
Jake Starr: Silas, it seems like you're really going to have your hands full, personally, aren't you? You'll have to manage four dopes who have followed you on your fake quest for greatness, plus your own safety, and I think it's safe to say, Thören really isn't concerned on how many people you bring in off the street, give false backgrounds to, and act like they're someone special because they're not. The fact is, your entire "World" isn't that special, if you ask me, and the "fearsome foursome" you're sending into this match are complete proof of it... Because all I see is failure, personified! How do I know this? Why would I say such atrocious things? Well let's dive into it, shall we? Let's start with Angelica Jones... The woman who you've sent after me the most times, since this little suare began. She is someone who is, at some point, destined to do something special. I won't lie... Angelica has skills. The problem is, she's following you, and because of that, she's never been able to do anything that warrants merit. She's been desperate to achieve greatness, and listened to you promising her the world. Angelica comes into this match knowing that it's one of her last hoorahs with you, if she loses. She is starting to see that writing on the wall, Silas. She's realizing that everything you've promised her has been for naught. She's realizing that you're a man of broken promises and nothing but trouble, and I can guarantee that WHEN your little band of retards loses, you'll be begging her to stay. Jake turns his head to "listen" again.
What? You have her under contract? You'll embarrass her? Jake faces the camera.
Oh don't worry slick... I'm going to address that complete farce of a situation soon, so keep your thong out of your moose knuckle just a little longer! Before that, though, I still have more things to address! On your "team" you have the tandem of Brittany Lohan and Harmony Fisher. One of those two is a person who I used to have a lot of respect and admiration for, but now, I don't know how she's fallen under your little "spell." I don't know if it was because of Brittany, and the enormous bulge between her legs, or if you somehow drugged her into believing that she "needed" you in order to survive, but Harmony Fisher used to be someone I thought understood good from bad. There was a time she came to me because she was lost, and I wanted to be there for her. My family wanted to be there for her. Instead of following through with it, she vanished again. She became a fart in the wind, all for reasons that escape me. It was something that hurt me to see because I knew that I could help her find whatever it was she was missing. I wouldn't try to be the "solution" for her problems, but I'd definitely be the FRIEND she needed... Which can't be said for Lohan... With Lohan, she's just your little merc, who is still yearning for your uncanny approval. All she knows is Harmony was someone who gave her a chance, and when Harmony wanted to bail, she came to you, and you didn't bribe her, you didn't strike a deal, you blackmailed her. You put someone else's safety on the line, all so you could "claim" another minion. Brittany was so fucking lonely she even helped you make it happen. Now Brittany is your little Boba Fett, and let's be real, she hasn't done SHIT for you. Like it or not... I beat the bitch TIME AND TIME AGAIN! So your proud mercenary has done nothing but do like the rest of your squad of shit-dicks, and come up just a tad short. But the thing with these two is simple... They try their best to protect your little face. They try to ensure nobody can reach the mighty Silas, but there is a sad truth to that little piece of your puzzle... They won't be able to watch the backs of their partners, AND protect you at the same time. They won't have that luxury. They'll have to choose, which makes you have to choose as well. You'll have to decide what is more important... Is it your safety? Or is it the victory for Silas's World? You can't have both, dipshit. I don't care how many people you conjure out of thin air, it won't be enough to protect every flank of yours. It won't be enough to protect your minions either. Jake begins to smirk.
... Which brings me back to the point about your whole "contractually obligated" individuals, who must obey your every command and whim, and that brings me to Kelcey Wallace... Thören clears his throat, to get Jake's attention. Jake turns around and glances at his nephew.
Jake Starr: Yes? Thören Holt: Umm... That's not her name... Jake Starr: What? Thören Holt: Kelcey... Not her name... Jake Starr: Oh Jesus... Thören Holt: Well it isn't... It's Kari Mysac! Jake Starr: No... It's Kelcey Wallace... Jake turns back to the camera.
... And let me tell you WHY it's Kelcey Wallace... You see, Silas's whole reason for doing this lovely name change was so that he could embarrass Kelcey. It wasn't because he thought it would inspire her to try harder, but instead it was to chastise her for proving that he's an utter reject in the managerial world of professional wrestling. He wanted to get in her head, and do so by giving her an embarrassing name of Kari Mysac. Jake stares into the camera, blinking in a very unimpressed manner.
... Yeah not the best idea! You see, Kari Mysac isn't something people will look at Kelcey, and laugh at her about. Quite frankly, it sounds like it was created by a juvenile who is most likely suffering from Asperger's Syndrome or is just retarded. It isn't something that anyone is taking seriously. And hell... It's not anything that, honestly, Kelcey should be all that embarrassed about. I mean, early on in my career, by choice, I went by the moniker "Mischievous Youth" Dixie Wrecked. Jake pauses.
I'll let that sink in... From behind, Thören finally makes the correlation of Jake's name.
Thören Holt: Wait... Your name was "My Dick's Erect?!" Jake just nods.
Thören Holt: ... By choice?! Jake continues to nod.
Thören Holt: Seriously? Jake simply continues.
Jake Starr: Yes, folks... Seriously! Jake Starr was once known, by choice, as "M.Y." Dixie Wrecked, a name that honestly, at the time of my early career and complete lack of maturity, I thought was funny. Shit, if I had come up with Kari Mysac, I might have used that one, instead. But alas, I went with another phallic reference instead. The thing was, however, I wore the name with pride. I wasn't embarrassed because I thought it was funny. It was a joke. It wasn't something that made me feel marked, and honestly Kelcey should feel the same way. She should realize you could have done FAR WORSE to her psyche, than call her "Carry My Sack." How, you ask? Let me explain the wonders of fucking psychological warfare, you dumb box of cocks... If you wanted to truly get inside Kelcey's head, you wouldn't have made ring announcers and dumbass Knots giggle by saying "Kari Mysac." You would have been more vindictive. You would have been far more deviant. You would have simply called her something like, "The Failure." Just imagine that, for a minute... Imagine everyone looking at her and calling her "Failure," rather than Kelcey. Think about how much more that would have gotten into her head, rather than Kari Mysac would have. The name doesn't even fit Kelcey's persona, man... I mean if you were going to call someone Kari Mysac, why not call Lohan that? I mean her clit is the size of a small penis, and she is probably the only one who would walk around cupping your tiny, prepubescent, balls, so it would fit her a little more, don't you think? But I realize, Silas, that this doesn't comprehend with you. I realize that in order to make you understand reality, I have to converse with you, and act like you, on such a juvenile level... That is why, from here on out, I shall decree that you are no longer Silas Mason, and since I have tenure in SCW, it's as legally binding as your fake-ass contracts you have... So henceforth, your new name is WILLIE McTINKLEDRINKER! Majestic horns blast, as both Thören and Jake begin to applaud.
That's right folks... Willie McTinkledrinker is now the proud managing authority of McTinkledrinker's Team of Titty-Babies! TA DA! Jake's sarcasm begins to straighten back up.
You see how easy, and LAME that is, Willie? It's not hard to mock your dumb ass because you open yourself wide open for the mockery. And honestly it's so easy, I wonder why I even bother stooping to your level. I wonder why I should insult such fine talent as... Brittany BLOW-man... Thören smirks.
... Ange-LICK-a Muh-JOHNSON... Thören fights to contain his laughter.
... Harmony FIST-er... Thören begins to laugh out-right.
... And especially Kari Mysac, which you came up with... Why should I stoop to that level, Willie? It's because it's all you ]know, and all you can relate to. In a nutshell, it simply shows how FAR from talented you and your brood is. The best thing you have, you insult yourself. Everything else, and you know this like the world does, is simply a weak-ass attempt for you to try and patch the holes in a flooding vessel, and it won't work. You can't escape the inevitable, at Under Attack, you jerk off. You can't salvage anything except the reality that Under Attack marks the true beginning of your demise, and ultimate date with your own mortality. How long I let you survive is solely up to me, and not a BIT up to you. I don't care who is watching my back, or who is coming out of the woodwork to watch yours... In the end, it won't be enough. I mean face it, Willie... Someone or SOMEONES will be suffering at Under Attack. I don't care if it's a contractually obligated dummy, a shemale from San Diego, or you, but I would say it's safe to say, I won't stop until it's EVERYONE! With those final words, Jake looks deep into the camera, and Thören steps up closer to his left shoulder. Thören also scowls into the camera, feeling as much a part of this battle as Jake. The camera slowly begins to fade out, seeing Jake standing firm in his belief that he can be the catalyst who destroys Silas's World. He also knows that with Thören providing another external layer of distraction for Silas, things could prove to be a little more difficult for the man behind "Baby Girl," et al.
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