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There are times when things don't go the way many want them to go, or in a manner that would resolve a lot of problems. Such was the case at Retribution, when Donovan Kayl was beaten down by Jake Starr, and once the bell rang, officially beaten in the record books as well. For many who had put their hope into Kayl, seeing Jake Starr emerge victorious put a real damper on their hopes, that Jake's blind rampage over everyone would finally come to an end. Instead, Jake was given another breath of fresh air, that his quest to take people out, and prove who the dominant force in the industry is, was still on the right path.
Walking out of that arena was a moment Jake savored. Hearing the doubters booing and cringing at the notion that his attacks and beatdowns would continue made him feel that he had truly accomplished something. It made him want to do more. He felt that people were finally listening and acknowledging what he was doing, rather than continuing to overlook him. He felt that he was finally remembered again. He saw the hopes of many, including his coworkers in the back, completely dashed when he walked back. Some wouldn't look him in the eye, and others simply glared at him in annoyance. His response was simple... He looked and he cocked a smile reflecting his "Ha Ha" moment to the rest of the roster. After he left, he knew he had to find the right moment to make his next move. No longer did he have to deal with a bitter Donovan Kayl, but he could focus on what his next message would be. For Thoren, he has seen these moments as his chance to help push Jake on spreading his message. In Thoren's mind, Jake's message is the catalyst to their end game, whatever that may be. He also feels that the more Jake "spreads his message to the people," the more who will begin to grab hold. In Jake's mind, it's not a matter of having followers. He wants to prove a point. He wants people to feel the need to admit they are wrong. He wants people to admit he's the best. That is why at Breakdown, he went for the jugular of SCW. Instead of finding another foil or patsy to make an example out of, he went to the top, for the champion. For as long as anyone can remember, Jake Starr's goal has been the SCW World Championship. Instead of beating around the bush, Jake decided to make it clear that he was on a straight path for the most prestigious prize in existence, and he wasn't going to make any bones about it. At the same time, when he forged his statement, he was met by an all-too familiar foe, in Syren. Syren, who had just lost the World Championship at Retribution, was looking to make a statement of her own, and remind Kennedy Street that she was still on her tail as well. This meeting culminated in the two making their title desires known, and Jake doing what he has become well-versed at, and trying to remove Syren's head from her torso. This sign of aggression showed the world that Jake wasn't about to deal with small fish in the pond, and he wanted the big dogs once again. As Breakdown went off of the air, Jake and Syren continued to stare one another down, as Thoren and Brandon exited the ring and made their way to the back. As the pair get backstage, the two can still hear the energy eminating from the crowd, as their roaring echoes backstage. They start to make their way toward Jake's locker room, and Thoren begins to smile. He has been enjoying every minute of their "adventure" lately, and is always walking with a smirk on his face. On the flipside, Brandon has enjoyed bits and pieces of the journey, but as each day passes, the concerns brought to him by Shawn Wright weigh on him more and more. He is truly having a growing sense of concern regarding Jake's mental health, and his professional decisions he's been making recently as well. At the same time as these concerns grow, he can't help but fight an internal struggle, knowing that every day that has passed since Jake befriended him, Jake has always looked out for him, and never put him in true danger. He knows Jake has always had his best interests in mind, and the times he's been in a dangerous situation, it's been because of his own poor judgement. This struggle has made him wonder if he's alone in this struggle of worry, or if maybe Thoren shares the same feelings. Since this "crusade" of Jake's begun, the pair haven't had many moments where they could simply talk between the two of them. Either they have been out with Jake, listening to the "what's next" of the day, or they've been preparing to carry out whatever that next "mission" is. This time, however, Brandon realizes that the two have a moment to themselves, knowing that Jake will soon be close behind, but for now it is just the two of them. Knowing that he decides to take the opportunity to see where Thoren's head is at, to see if he's alone in his worry. Brandon looks over and sees the maniacal look on Thoren's face, and can already garner a sense of what the answer to his inquiry will be. Brandon Evans: So... Jake made a pretty poignant statement tonight, you think? Thoren Holt: That he did... Everyone around has always heard him TALK about how he wants a shot at the World Title, and they just brush him off. With him going down there and staring down the former World Champion, right after the current World Champion ran away like the PUSSY that she is, shows that this time it's not just hollow words. It's the message that SCW officials have been trying to squash for some time, and Jake, tonight, made it abundantly clear that they will NEVER silence him again! Brandon Evans: I'd say I agree... I think it's a good thing, too. Knowing Jake, like I do, I know silence isn't one of his strong suits, unless he has something that he's planning or concocting... Thoren Holt: SCW is in for one of the rudest awakenings it has ever encountered, and it will be Jake who ultimately stands before them, revered as their martyr and leader into the new day! This awkward praise coming from Thoren catches Brandon's attention. Brandon looks over at Jake's nephew with a slightly purturbed look in his eye.
Brandon Evans: Really? You are talking like you think that Jake will magically become a guy worshipped by the masses... Thoren Holt: I am... I see him, almost, as SCW's version of Jesus. Brandon freezes as Thoren takes a couple of steps before realizing Brandon had stopped.
Brandon Evans: Do WHAT?! Thoren pauses before turning and looking at Brandon with the same twisted look in his eye Brandon saw earlier.
Thoren Holt: Brandon... It's true! Jake is like a Messiah here in SCW, and while few understand it, one day it will all play out, and it will all come to fruition. One day Jake will be seen alongside the likes of the prophets who paid the ultimate price for what they believed, and were posthumously worshipped for it. Brandon Evans: Don't you KIND OF think that this is a little extreme? I mean, this is fucking professional wrestling, man! This isn't Christ preaching to the Disciples in Biblical times! Thoren smiles bigger.
Thoren Holt: Oh but it is, Brandon! THIS is our Holy Land. Jake is our Messiah! Jake is the one who continues to carry the message that the executives want to kill! The executives are our Pontius Pilate. Jake is our Jesus! Brandon Evans: You have lost your damn mind, man! Thoren Holt: Oh don't be a Judas! Brandon rolls his eyes.
Thoren Holt: ... There will come a day whe Jake pays that ultimate price, and SCW crucifies him inside that ring. There will come a day when SCW tries to revel in his demise, and it will be THAT DAY where the world begins to witness reality for what it is. That will be when they see exactly what Jake has been prophesyzing to the masses all along. The world will witness the TRUTH come to them, and they will bare witness to the fact that Jake has been giving them the facts all along, while the others have been clouding their judgement. THAT will be when his legacy is truly cemented in stone, and those around us will worship him. Brandon Evans: Dude... Seriously... Stop with this whack-job talk. Yes, Jake has a message that he has been conveying. Everyone is well aware of it. And yes, when the chips fall, people will ultimately see that he was right all along. But to act like he is some kind of prophet is a load of bullshit. You know it, I know it, everyone fucking knows it. There is a level of extreme that you cross when you refer to someone in the WRESTLING industry as a prophet, and you're there, man. You can say he's a visionary or a seer, but neither of those are even remotely as retarded-sounding as saying he is Jesus fucking Christ! Thoren Holt: You're wrong, Brandon. There is nothing retarded about it, and that is my true belief. My goal is to make sure that Jake understands it, and believes it too. I want Jake to realize the destiny that I have seen for him, and you should have seen it as well. Brandon is annoyed at Thoren acting like he's known Jake a long time.
Brandon Evans: Dude, shut up! Stop acting like you know what Jake is like in this business. Stop acting like you've been around to tell me how much better you know him than me. You don't know SHIT when it comes to him. You know a mere microchosm of who he is. Trying to tell Jake how to be, or what his destiny is, that won't fly. Nobody tells him what to do except for him. He finds his own path, and that's what he's doing now. Thoren smirks.
Thoren Holt: You heard Jake... He said I was the one who opened his eyes to this path. I will continue to do so, too! The day Jake falls, and we fall beside him, will be the day that we are ALL considered exalted. That will be the day that he will rise to a new level of respect, and it will also be the day people recognize how amazing I truly am! Hearing these words tells Brandon that Thoren is seeing Jake as merely a way for him to get ahead, much like he did in the past. It begins to give Brandon an even more uneasy feeling, fearing that Thoren is truly getting into Jake's mind enough to make him believe everything that he needs him to. As he goes to reply, Jake walks up behind the pair with a smirk on his face.
Jake Starr: So, I think they got the hint... Thoren Holt: And I believe you are right! The message will one day be followed by the masses, and taught as scripture. Jake cocks an eyebvrown, and looks over at Brandon.
Jake Starr: He starting his "Jake is a God" routine again? Brandon feels himself let out a sigh of relief knowing that Jake sees through the crazy talk of his nephew.
Brandon Evans: Yeah... Apparently I'm supposed to feel enlightened? Thoren gets a bit annoyed, feeling that his praise is falling on deaf ears.
Thoren Holt: Jake, you need to realize how important this message is to the world You need to realize that WHAT you can share to the masses will make you GREATER than you have ever fathomed before... Jake smirks.
Jake Starr: You know... You're right... But the fact is I will share the knowledge on MY terms. What you both need to understand is that this has turned BIGGER than either of you can imagine right now. This isn't Biblical big because that's stupid as hell... I'm no Messiah... It is big enough, however, to rock the SCW foundation to its very core of existence. What I have in store and planned for SCW will make people realize that this world we live in doesn't revolve in the manner at which they all perceive, but rather in a fashion that we have deemed appropriate. Brandon smirks.
Brandon Evans: That's the most "Social Misfit" thing you have said in a LONG TIME! Jake looks over at Brandon.
Jake Starr: Brandon, this is bigger than the Social Misfits, now... This is something that will ultimately change the balance of power in SCW for a long time to come... Thoren Holt: Preach on! Your prophecy will come true! Jake Starr: This isn't a prophecy... Prophecies are mere predictions... This isn't a prediction... This is a promise of things to come! This is a moment for the HISTORY books! It's not a moment for religious lore, but it IS a moment NOBODY will ever forget! Brandon cocks an eyebrow.
Brandon Evans: So are you going to tell us? Jake smirks.
Jake Starr: You know, Brandon, for once it is better that everyone remain in the dark until it's time for the light to reveal the new order to the universe. Jake pats both men on the backs, and smiles, before walking ahead of them. This gives Brandon a strange feeling that his sense of Jake being on an even keel was completely wrong. Jake's vaguery makes him wonder what he has planned. Thoren, on the other hand, closes his eyes and smiles.
Thoren Holt: When the man speaks, people will listen! Brandon rolls his eyes.
Brandon Evans: Oh shut the fuck up! Brandon turns to walk and follow Jake. Thoren smirks and slowly follows Brandon and Jake. He feels that he is truly getting through to Jake, even though Jake has said otherwise. Regardless, Jake has made it clear to his two compatriots that his plans are, in fact, growing. It's something that, in Jake's world, can mean so many different things. One thing that is for sure, however, Jake made it clear that he is gunning for the biggest prize in the industry, once again!
Jake Starr: I hope that Retribution opened your eyes. I hope that seeing what a man possessed by anger, annoyance, and rage can do to another human being, and do so in a manner that takes Deputy Dog's little power trip, and gives it the fucking finger... Because that's what happened! Donovan Kayl wanted a fight. He wanted to show the world how he could go out there, and be Superman. He wanted to try and beat me down to make an EXAMPLE of me. Instead, what happened to him? What happened to Superman? He faced his Kryponite, and he got OWNED. It wasn't something he expected, and I could tell that from the minute he and I started our little tussle. He thought he was going to carry that SCW banner high and proudly, and beat me down. He thought he was going to make an example of me. He thought that he was going to shut me down, once and for all! And he wasn't alone, folks! He and Buford T. Justice sure thought they would get one over on me, and in doing so, showed another hypocrisy in SCW. See, Merrick and his whole "holier than thou" persona has been acting as an "authoritative body" in SCW, all to promote this idea of fairness. And yes, it's a fucking IDEA! But when Kayl and I were roughhousing, who was there to put his hands on MY FRIENDS? That's right, folks, Mister Righteous himself! Wiseman didn't hesitate to get involved and show that he wasn't out for fairness, but to protect those whom his bosses have dictated he protect. He wasn't there to keep the peace, but do what he could to try and HELP Donovan Kayl. The conspiracy against me was simply brought to a more public front, the minute Wiseman actually did exactly what he tries to say he's against, and involved himself. He proved my point even more so than I could, and for that, you wannabe lawman, I thank you! Thank you for being another catalyst in what will be known as the end-times of SCW. Thank you for going out of your way to show the world that you don't look out for everyone, but just a select few. Thank you for going out of your way to show that I am PURPOSELY being isolated, while others do the same thing, and don't receive the same UNFAIR and BIASED treatment. Most of all, thank you for giving me EVEN MORE REASON to continue beating the HOLY LIVING FUCK out of all of your protectorate ONE BY FUCKING ONE! I felt like maybe, just maybe, I was running out of reasons to brutally attack people, and would look a little sad, if I didn't have a reason. But you gave me that reason. You REMINDED me of why I am out for blood. I want to prove to the world that I am the best, and it's guys like YOU who have been holding me down. So thank you, Merrick... Thank you for trying to hold me down, and do it in the guise of fairness. Everyone who has a brain saw through it. So if you try to protect yourself, you're not fooling anyone! Jake continues to stare directly into the camera with a serious look in his eye.
And then you had Breakdown. You had the night where people wondered where I was, and what was next for me. In a nutshell, what you all saw was a taste. I am out to get my World Championship back, and I don't care what lengths I have to go. I don't care what message I have to send because it will be sent. That's why, when Kennedy Street decided she was going to pay the world a visit, I decided to humbly include myself into her little party, and in doing so, I found myself staring into the eyes of two selfish bitches in the business. One was smart enough to run away from me, while the other stood there and eyed me down. It sure got the fans in a fracas, didn't it? I mean, wow, Jake Starr and Syren... Partners in the 2014 Trios Tournament... Two of the big stars of SCW... Both in there staring one another down, and both wanting a shot at the World Championship. It's like a wet dream for promoters, isn't it? Well it's no wet dream for me because she's trying to pull the same fucking shit she did at Rise to Greatness, and insert her ass into MY ROLE. See, that kind of shit has pissed me off for too long. Syren has ALWAYS, and I repeat, ALWAYS, gotten her way. Whether she was in the good graces of the suits or not, she always seemed to be spoonfed whatever the fuck she wanted. Then she decided to take my moment at Rise to Greatness from me. She STOLE that moment from me after I carried her ass, and got NO THANKS whatsoever. She was ungrateful, and she doesn't deserve to even be in the same BREATH as the World Championship anymore. She has had her turn. She has had her moment. For how many years did she bitch about me always being around it, and now she's worse than I EVER was! Just because she lost it, she magically thinks she's next in line? Motherfuckers, I didn't get my rematch from when I lost the World Championship, so why should she? Why should she now magically get something I didn't? Unless... Jake puts his hand on his chin as if he's pondering something.
... Unless the bitch is getting the favoritism I have been clamoring about for a LONG TIME, now! If her name is even THOUGHT of in the same breath as that title, I promise SCW this, she won't make it to any match from here on out. I'm tired of this shit. I am tired of being pushed aside for whatever FLAVOR OF THE WEEK comes around... So consider that time OVER! I am TIRED of not getting equal treatment, and it's time I begin to issue in a world of change which I have PLEADED for from those who act like they care about all of us! I am out to ensure that what is RIGHTFULLY MINE comes to me without ANYONE getting in my fucking way. If people do, look at the beating Kayl took. Look at how merciless I was. Look at how I ensured that his little quest to take me out ended in a fizzle, rather than a blaze of glory. Look at how I made him have to count the lights, AGAIN, just like he had gotten used to doing with me. It was the true beginning. It was my time to shut him, and everyone else up, and now... I get to do it with a drunken bitch who thinks she's God's gift to EVERYTHING... Yes, Zoe, you and I tangle again, and this time, I will put an end to this "rivalry" that SCW hopes to rekindle for the next 18 shows, while they figure out how to control me. You see, I have gotten to play second fiddle to you and your rotating door of friends since you arrived. Every day you're palling around with someone new, and I always wondered why, until now. You simply do it to distract everyone from your NEED to be in the World Title picture. You switched friends so you could be like, "Oh look, I'm good, give me a shot," then would turn around and say, "Now I'm bad, I deserve a shot!" It was a revolving door of reasons with you, unlike me, where I flat out simply said I was the fucking best. You had to figure out how to get in because you would get butthurt otherwise, wouldn't you? You'd run off and hit the sauce, when you didn't get your way. Now I'll admit, I don't know if you're still sweating booze, but the fact is, I don't care. You criticized me at EVERY TURN for wanting a shot. You made it seem like I didn't care about anyone but myself... Which to your credit was exactly right, but I digress... But you were quick to run into that Rise to Greatness main event because you had to try and be the center of attention. Then at this past Breakdown, you tried to get into the picture again. You've had your chance, and you know it. You know I've been kicked around that locker room with excuses on why it's drunkards like you, rather than someone who hasn't had to try and change the perception of myself, just to get another shot. I've always been true to who I am. You, HA, far from it! And that is why on my list of people I can't stand, and cannot WAIT to take out of competition, you jumped from the top one-third of my hit list, to THE TOP. When I saw you eye that World Championship, inside that ring, I saw something that made me want to spew shit out my ass. I saw you looking at it like it was yours, and you somehow still had a right to it. You don't, Syren! You HAD your claim, now you can do like every other good superstar, and go to the back of the fucking line because I am NOT letting another person get to jump me in line, when I didn't get what SO MANY OTHERS BEFORE ME got in a heartbeat. You are NOT getting any kind of rematch before me, as long as I am breathing, and if that involves me putting the mighty Zoe Sperling on the fucking shelf, so be it! I know what you're capable of, don't get me wrong. We've tangled numerous times. We have fought up one side of the ring and down the other, and yeah, you have beaten me. But the two times I've watched you take that walk of shame, I took something of VALUE from you. You allowed Greg "Fatty Fuck Fuck" Cherry and I to actually end the mighty reign of Dark Fantasy. Do you remember that? Of course you do. Of all the great teams that COULD NOT beat you, it took a fat guy and a selfish asshole, in really their FIRST MATCH TOGETHER to beat you. The magical Dark Fantasy couldn't muster a win against two guys who were really never on the same page of the menu! Then I took that very title you diddle your overgrown clit to the thought of. I took the World Championship out of your hands, and I did it with GUSTO! I made you walk back to the locker room and ADMIT I was better when all of the cards were down... And now, I'm going to do it again. I don't care how determined you want to believe you are, and how much you want a rematch with Street, it isn't going to happen. You failed to do your job at Retribution, and now, you don't get REWARDED for losing. Instead, you walk into a match with a man who DID his job, and will DO it again. You're walking into a match with a man whose sole purpose is to expose people, and I did it at Retribution, now I'll do it with you. People want to say "Syren is better than Jake Starr," well when the smoke clears, they'll have a HELL of a time trying to justify that argument. They will see me prove that I should be next. So think LONG and HARD about that... If you can... Between drinks... Whatever it takes... I don't much care. Think about how much you insulted and disrespected me for expecting to be in the hunt, and then now, you're doing the same thing. Think about how you will feel WHEN you make that walk of shame again, knowing you'll see me inside that ring CELEBRATING. I want you to process it all, Zoe, because I'm not going in there to fight you with respect. I didn't fight Kayl with respect, and I'm not magically going to start with you. I have one goal... Embarrassment for my opponents! It doesn't matter WHO they are or WHAT they represent, things have changed. Roles are different. Times are different. The one thing that is the same is that you are EXACTLY what you always tried to say was bad about me, and have been all along. You're greedy... You're entitled... And you are a drunk bitch! Those three things don't make you a World Champion... Shit the closest thing you could be a champion of with those qualities is a hooker or a stripper, and after you lose to me again, you might want to start to consider... Because once I'm BACK in my role AT THE TOP, you will NEVER see that level of success again! Jake reaches down to a table positioned just out of frame. He pulls up a shot glass of some presumed alcholic beverage, and holds it up to the camera.
CHEERS, BITCH! Jake tips the shot back, and winces and the presumed strength of the drink. He then "mic drops" the shot glass, and as the scene fades out, the sound of shattering glass can be heard, as Jake immediately walks out. Fin |
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