The scene opens up in a dark room. We see Terry Kohl entering the building, looking as if he's lost.
"Is this the right place?", he murmurs to himself.
"It is", an ominous voice replies, startling him.
"Who's there? Aaron? Why the hell is it so dark in here?", Terry shouts back.
"It's my gym, it can be as dark as I like", Aaron responds eerily. He's sitting on a chair inside of an old, worn down wrestling ring.
"Okay...", Terry is obviously creeped out. "Are we doing this interview or what?"
"Sure." Aaron gestures for the lights and they turn on.
"You got other people in here?" Terry looks around cautiously before entering the ring.
Aaron stands up as Terry enters, intimidating him for a moment before grabbing another chair for him to sit on. "Something like that."
"Well, aren't you just in a weird sort of mood, huh? What's up with you?" Terry asks as he prepares his notes.
Aaron chuckles. "I'm fine. I'm elated actually, tell me, do you know where we are?"
Terry looks around. "Uh, some old gym?"
"Exactly", Aaron replies. "But not just any old gym, the old gym."
"I'm not following." Terry stammers.
Aaron sighs. "Of course not. You were always a pretender. You never really gave a shit about me."
Terry tries to reply but Aaron cuts him off.
"This is the old wrestling gym that turned me away all those years ago. I talked about it the night Shio Corin and Testament screwed me out of my world title last year. I gloated about my success and the old owners failure in keeping this place open. I hope all of those jackasses are homeless or worse, working in retail. You want in on a little secret, Terry? As of today, I own this gym. I own this building, and you know what? Whatever I do with it, I'll be more successful than those asshats could ever be."
"Maybe we should move on to wrestling", Terry readies his microphone.
Aaron smirks. "Right."
"Alright then, so I'm here with Aaron Black just days before he enters the Macabre Chamber for the first time at Macabre Massacre. Aaron, how are you feeling?" Terry leans the microphone towards Aaron.
"I feel .... reborn. Like I've woken up from a long rest."
"Uh, okay, and why do you feel that way?"
Aaron looks at Terry disapprovingly. "Because I took a great shit today."
"Well to be fair, not many would be feeling too great just days before entering the demonic structure known as the Macabre Chamber."
"No, they wouldn't, but then again, I'm not like many. That chamber doesn't scare me, but do you know what it does do? It pisses me off."
"Pisses you off?" Terry looks confused.
"Yes, Terry. I will enter that chamber, I will fight in that chamber, and I will walk out the next GCW World Champion. But it's absurd that I'm even in this match. I deserve better. I deserve to headline Macabre Massacre and face John Styles one on one for that title. He couldn't beat me a few weeks ago. Last year there was a world title match separate from the chamber, and what? Why is it different this year? How am I not the number one contender? It's all bullshit, Terry. But that's fine, at least I'm in the match at all. That's all I need."
Terry takes a moment before asking his next question. This new attitude from Aaron Black clearly has him surprised.
"You seem to have a lot of grievances today. Is there anything else you'd like to get off your chest?"
"Oh, so much", he chuckles. "But there's a better time and place for that. Everything that I'm feeling right now, all of the disrespect, all of the disappointment, it's all gonna come to the light soon enough. I'm going to be our world champion, and things are going to change. There won't be an obvious absence of the champion when I hold that title. And this time? There won't be any shit factions to screw me over. That will never happen again."
"And how do you feel about your best friend Jensen being in the matc-" Aaron cuts him off.
"I don't know how many times I've told you people, when Jensen and I are in the ring against each other, it's anything goes. We both understand what's on the line this Sunday and I would hold him in the blacklist until he's leaving Boston on a gurney if it meant I was leaving with the world championship."
"And what are you thoughts on the other competitors in the match?", Terry asks.
"Honestly Terry, as far as I am concerned, every one of them is already on the Blacklist. Nothing is going to stop me from obtaining the championship that I never rightfully lost."
He stands up, taking the microphone from Terry and staring directly into the camera.
"Not friendship, not extenuating circumstances, nothing will stop me. I've waited a year to have my shot, and that's really all I've ever needed now isn't it?"
He drops the microphone and immediately leaves the ring. The lights seem to dim out on their own again, scaring the life out of Terry Kohl.
The screen turns on with static and then the emergency broadcast system before fading to black yet again and a skull and crossbones comes on screen. Johnny Boy comes on screen.
"Did you guys forget about me? Well, were baaaack."
Johnny's entire crew appears behind him on the screen. Fat man, Little Boy, Stevie, Dunn and Dico and Wham. They all begin cheering, whooping and taunting the camera.
"We're back and I'm coming back to GCW to take my claim to any championship I damn well please at taking."
Johnny raises his sunglasses, but the screen goes to static again.
When he screen comes back we see Wham jumping off of the roof of his home into a pool. He comes out soaking wet and Johnny, behind the camera, is laughing uncontrollably along with the rest of their crew. Johnny decides to up the ante but jumping off of a parked van, onto a trampoline, on to a second trampoline, then into the pool. Which he does successfully.
Wham decides to up the ante again, but when he jumps off the roof onto the trampoline, he fails and falls to the ground clutching his leg. Everyone is laughing. Dunn attempts to do what Johnny did but slips off of the roof of the van.
Wham tries the van jump, but cant make the jump to the second trampoline. Wham shouts "I'm trying that again goddamnit." He climbs to the top of the van, makes the jump to the first, but falls very short of the second one slamming his ribs into the side of the trampoline.
Everyone rushes over to him.
"Are you ok?" Johnny asks.
"Yeah, nothing is broken." Wham gets up and walks away clutching his ribs.
The screen goes to static again and we see Johnny and the boys. Johnny still holding his sunglasses atop his head.
"You see, the reason my crew and I have been away from the ring for so long is that our videos have indeed gone viral and all that attention got us the attention of some big time Hollywood producers. And they told us that one big way for us to get attention focused on our film is for me, Johnny boy Mathis to capture a GCW championship, which is exactly what I plan to do..."
The screen goes to static again and when we come back from it we see Dunn wearing a chef's hat and time lapse footage of a makeshift barbecue pit being built.
"I'm Dunn and i guess i'm the chef of this little B-B-Q, I've never done anything like this before but hey, forst time for everything right?"
We see a kiddie pool being filled with BBQ sauce and a stack of steaks and meat being set up. Johnny Boy comes out of the house wearing a swim suit, he comes up to the camera and says "kids, dont try this at home. I'm Johnny Boy and this is the human barbecue."
Johnny gets in the poll and they start throwing the meat on him.
"Gotta marinate" Johnny shouts as more BBQ sauce is poured on him and more meat is dropped in the pool. ONce they are satisfied that the meat is ready. Johnny puts on a flame retardant suit, Wham comes up to him and asks "Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Dude, i'm a stuntman there is very little that can hurt me." Johnny says glaring into the camera as he says the last part. The others attach fish hooks to the suit and meat to the hooks. Fat Man and Little Boy get the fire going in the pit.
"This is really the human barbecue." Wham says laughing as Johnny lays down on the flames, the suit protecting him but the meat is already beginning to sizzle. After a bit Johnny turns over so the meat on his front can cook, Dunn is using a mop to spread more sauce on the meat.
After a few more minutes and a few attempts by the crew to fan the flames higher Johnny gets off of the makeshift grill with a call of "Let's get these steaks off of me so we can eat." Much to the laughter of the entire crew.
Once all the steaks are off of the suit and more sauce is added the entire crew eats the steaks.
We go to static once again and come back to Johnny and crew talking to the camera.
"So, my return match is a guy called The Belfast Brawler, look dude i dont know much about you and I know even less about belfast but how do you expect to beat a guy who can barely feel pain. I've been abusing my body for years dude. I've burned out my pain receptors..."
Everyone laughs at the last statement.
"...So yeah Mr. Belfast, I am looking past you and I'm going to be paying very close attention to the title matches on this card. Because you never know when Johnny Boy and his crew are going to show up. Keep your eyes peeled, because its always a party when we show up."
The crew laughs and cheers at that even toasting with beer. All except Johnny Boy who glares at the camera as it zooms in on a closeup of his tousand yard state, then goes to static, then fades to black.
Post by Lucas Hawthorne on Oct 27, 2017 15:51:27 GMT
He was going to be a God.
A God with a demon.
He was unbeaten, he was undefeated and how he was in a match for the World Championship. If he won, he would be a double champion. He would hold both the World Championship and the International Championship. He would cement himself as the one and only in GCW. He would prove to everyone that he ruled the show, that he was the best in the company and that he was a god!
The phyciatrist was talking. Lucas wasn't paying attention. He was focused on planning, he was focused on planning. He was focused on how he was going to kick John Styles in the face. He was focused on how his knee was going to connect with Aaron Black's nose. He was focused on the crunch that Aaron Black's nose would make. The phyciatrist wanted to help him, but Lucas didn't want any help.
His demon was all the help he wanted.
Lucas would break jaws, noses and everything in between. The elimination chamber would be a resting place for many people involved. Lucas would leave with both title belts over his shoulders. He would enter a simple king, the king of GCW. He would leave broken, he didn't doubt that. He would have to fight, he knew that much. He would leave hurt, he would probably leave bleeding and broken.
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