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| All these things I have done...; Jesse World Title RP 2 | |
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| Topic Started: Oct 9 2008, 12:15 AM (114 Views) | |
| Jesse Montana | Oct 9 2008, 12:15 AM Post #1 |
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Sensation of CZW
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-=- As the scene fades in we begin to hear very feint soothing noises which gyrates around the mind. We are inside an apartment located somewhere in Missouri. The apartment is state of the art, designed with elegance and grace. The long walls are made of double glazed see through windows, allowing us to look inside the building from the garden outside. Surrounding the cameramen are red and white roses that are scattered down the tiled path leading towards the double doors inside the apartment. Inside we see a long bookcase on the far end. It travels for many meters until we come to a beautifully crafted fireplace. The sound of the fire chortling can be heard as the broken pieces of wood and logs crackle under the heat. As the camera scrolls further across, we see a grand piano, set up next to a table with various types of wines and confectioneries. To the left of this long bookcase we see a cabinet which holds the World Title, the one which Montana keeps with him at all times, always condemned inside a secure cabinet. The background noises grow louder as it distinctively sounds like running water. The trickle of the liquid drops down into a bathtub, echoing off the sides and into the front room. The front room is large, with many antiques and famous pictures covering the back wall which is covered in a large red carpet like material. In the center of the room is a round table with golden chairs all around. To the far left hand side is a luxury black leather sofa positioned in front of a flat screen TV, maybe 40 inches or more. -=- ![]() -=- Jesse Montana is seen as he walks through the door on the far side where the sounds of tap water can be heard. He wears a silk red dressing gown with golden frails around the edges, around the collar and sleeves. This drapes over his black pants underneath. His bare chest can be seen as well as the crucifix necklace is in known to wear. He looks polished and clean, his make up clearly on the face area, a darkened tan on his skin too. His teeth sparkle white as he smiles, walking slowly past the table next to his World Title, flicking some bell chimes that hang over the bookcase. He sits down at the piano as he pours himself a large glass of Bandeaux wine, rotating his glass around as he breathes in the strong scent. He takes a sip and relaxes back in the chair, beginning to play sounds on the grand piano. His eyes tell us he is at peace with all his surroundings, the calming effects of the room, fire and water together making the soul and spirit rest in peace. As he places his glass back down, he looks to the right as the camera now stands inside the room with the Sensation. He smiles and begins to talk, while playing the notes on the piano. -=- -=-cZw-=- The Sensation \\// Jesse Montana -=-cZw-=- This close to a World Title match, you may expect me to be more nervous, expect me to have those irritating butterflies flapping around inside my stomach. Any normal man would be sweating, he would have sleepless nights, he would feel the need to train harder than ever before, determined to prove himself to the World. But I am different. You see my friends, I have already proven myself, my ability, I have already gained a legendary like status. I have been through it all many times before, I am not young, I am not dreaming of the moment I finally fulfill my destiny, I do not live in an imaginary World. I am World Champion. I have been World Champion for over 100 days. That is longer than any other man has held this belt. I have beaten the best, defeated all challengers. I no longer feel the same tension these young guys do. I know who I am and I know my own strengths. Lying next to me is my beauty, my precious World Title. I have felt the texture of this belt for a long time now and we have become as one. Challengers come and go…but in the end…I remain at the top of the mountain…With the World Title around my waist. It goes no where. I go no where. This is the way it is here now. Matt Stylez will be looking to regain this prize in a few days time…But unknown to him…Traditions never fail. -=- Jesse carries on reciting a few notes and tunes on the grand piano, his face full of confidence. He stops to chime the bells that vibrate beside each other creating different tones of jingling. He takes another sip of Bordeaux, gargling it to taste the full flavor. Jesse seems to feel free as the sounds in the background carry on, the scene pleasant to say the least. -=- -=-cZw-=- The Sensation \\// Jesse Montana -=-cZw-=- You have spoken a lot about our past. I still do remember Matt, just like you…Our first match in CZW…Yes…It was the second show and yes…It was anticipated by the whole locker room. Haywire, Derek, they all felt our presence, they could see our potential, this could be a match that revolutionizes the whole future of CZW. We fought hard…We put our bodies on the line and our lives at risk…We both wanted to make that same impression, the one which makes fans stand up and think, the ones which make us future Champions. We both drew that night, we both shared the spotlight, it was to be the start of things to come…and it was. From that night on, we both went our separate ways and we both felt glory, gold and we both became legends of CZW. But at first…It was you…Matt Stylez who became the second ever World Champion inside our organization. While I was fighting for the right to become President…While I was fighting for the politics of this company and making it the best damn show in sports entertainment…Your were their Matt…At the top of the ladder…World Champion…And you know what Matt…IT ATE ME ALIVE! -=- Jesse begins to pick up the pace on the piano now as he looks down, feeling the music inside, feeling the keys and how they relate to the various sounds and combinations it makes. Jesse licks his lips as the sounds and music he creates warm the whole room, the atmosphere of the apartment remains still and calm. Still he chimes the bells, plays the piano, picking up pace and changing the tone each second that passes by. Eventually he begins to slow down, picking up the glass of wine with his right hand and taking a sip, while playing slowly and softly with the other hand. -=- -=-cZw-=- The Sensation \\// Jesse Montana -=-cZw-=- I watched you become the World Champion while I was resting, I had just defeated JA Sawyer, it was a grudge match but I knew I deserved much more. I knew I had lost out weeks before in the Highway to Hell match, and I knew you were the man who the Company would rely on, you had the whole company resting on your shoulders, you were indeed, the face of CZW. As time went by, I felt my sprit slipping away, the hunger grew and my plans were just not taking the effect I had hoped. I did what was necessary, I stepped it up a gear and yes…I took out the first ever CZW Champion…I crippled him…I made him bleed…I ended his damn career. The tides were changing and one thing was staying still…You were still the most talked about man…You were still at the top of the mountain. I heard the voices screaming Matt. I saw my destiny being buried under your success…I had to do something…I HAD TO FIGHT BACK! -=- Jesse has now stopped playing the piano altogether, the fire crackles loud as the taps stop turning. Suddenly Jesse rises from the seat and launches the glass of expensive Bordeaux wine at the wall as the shards smash to pieces. Jesse panics, running around in circles, his mind caving in, visions and thoughts controlling him, his movements. Suddenly a flash of Zodiac Thrilla comes into view. A bolt of lightening hit’s the ground outside as the weather turns grim. Then a picture of Alan Fiscus cuts into shot, creating two more bolts of lightening to hit the ground outside. Jesse now is left on his knees, holding his head with his two hands, screaming. Loud shrill sounds can be heard. -=- (stop previous video, play next video half sound) -=- As another strange tune begins to play, thumping sounds of electricity, banging of the drums, Jesse rolls around having dark and sickening visions. He screams loudly. Visions of his dying Father outside his house, his breath getting cut off, his life closing in. Visions of Zodiac smashing into the windscreen and bouncing off onto the floor. The weather outside has become dark and stormy, the trees blow around as the leaves fly off and the win creates a swirling tornado. The glass begins to shake as the whole apartment turns dark, black. Jesse opens his eyes as they begin to bleed, his nose bleeds, his ears bleed as he cannot take away the thoughts of Zodiac and his own Father lying helplessly on the floor, a broken and crippled mess. Mack Beaudin now comes into vision, as he steps down the staircase, but he falls down as his bones crack upon the pressure his veins concave as they wrap around his muscles, his breath fading as he passes into unconsciousness. Jesse continues to scream as he tries to eradicate these haunting thoughts and memories. He stands up as he leans on the bookcase, growling into the camera, his face full of blood, the cuts that were once stitched up, now ripped apart as the blood covers his teeth, a sick smile across his face. The lighting has now gone as the room is left in total darkness, all except for the two glowing red eyes that are clearly shown before us. -=- -=-cZw-=- The Sensation \\// Jesse Montana -=-cZw-=- The evil was eating my insides and I had to plan, I had to claw my way from the bottom and become the best, get to the top, I had to get my Gold any way possible. If it meant running a man over in a car. If it meant dropping a man on his head, snapping his spinal cord upon impact. If it means torturing and attacking people in my way, men or women. If it meant ordering the attack on my best friend, leaving him with no breath left, in bed a broken and defeated mess, lying on a bed with no hope of survival. Even if I had to end the relationships with every friend I had. EVEN IF IT MEANT KILLING MY OWN FATHER! I did it for that Title and I became the storyline, the main headline, the top news story, I became the face of CZW even if it was the darkest face I have ever worn. I did it all for that belt and while Matt Stylez was fighting his own demons…I fought and I won that CZW World Title belt! -=- Jesse gets up and runs towards the cabinet which holds his belt inside. He places his cheeks on the glass, the cold sensation allowing him to smile. The clouds of darkness disappear as the light shines back inside the apartment. He smashes the glass and grabs the contents, his World Title. He cradles it once again, tears down his cheeks, blood trickling into his mouth. He licks his lips and begins to laugh, scream and laugh loud as he achieved his goal. He falls back down onto the floor, kneeling on the broken shards of glass, but he now feels no pain, he is with his one and only possession now, he is once again, happy. The pleasure is seen by all, the elated joy this man has from holding that Gold. The music fades out as now we hear a rather dark, yet more peaceful tune, Jesse Montana feeling whole again, he is where he belongs, his destiny is complete. He kisses the belt as he grasps it in his arms, listening to the music that fills his mind. -=- (play this video full sound) -=- His eyes roll around as thoughts come to mind. Thoughts of Stylez, the sacrifices he had to make for the Title, the march up the ladder he made, the agony of watching another man wear his Gold. The music gets louder and louder as it drills into the mind of the World Champion, Jesse not releasing the clamp he has put on his Title. He is now stuck, kneeling on the ground in a mass of broken shards left from the cabinet he places his fist through. His right knuckle covered in blood. He smiles though, the pain does not even register in his mind. It is full of thoughts, memories of his many tribulations in his career, all leading up his World Title campaign. Memories of the people he has hurt. Jacqui, his valet and girlfriend, forced to leave her man after his obsession over the Title. The people he hurt physically like Ace King, beating him within an inch of his life for that Gold. Impaler and Zodiac, people with their careers now over, stuck and bound inside their homes forever more due to his greed. His rivalry and war with Alan Fiscus. He lost his two best friends due to the World Title, his obsession to have dominance over CZW. Mack, who he had pushed down the stairs by the newcomer Karl Jackson, another man who he screwed out of the Title. Mack, he nearly died due to that injury, but he came back and seeked his revenge, however, their friendship is clearly over. Shawn Waters felt trapped in his stable of greed and evil. Shawn turned on him, however Jesse had achieved what he had planned all along and did not even frown at the fact he lost yet another good friend. This is nothing though compared to the malevolence that transpired before And Justice For All where Jesse Montana acted in the most disturbing way, placing the Title over his own family and causing the death of his own Father. That event still lives inside of his memories until this day, every time he closes his eyes, he must see his Father, buried in blood. However, through it all, as Jesse rises and stands over the broken shards, leaving his jeans ripped and tattered, he smiles as he clutches the World Title tightly. -=- -=-cZw-=- The Sensation \\// Jesse Montana -=-cZw-=- Matt Stylez, you did get the better of me all those months ago, we were both just starting out, we had fought in pitiful federations before but this was our big chance, we were put in the big leagues and what did we do? We made them leagues our own. When I was on my own path, my Presidential reign, my war against Fiscus, my times in Upstarts and my battle against XTC, you were always on the other side, your were standing on the other side of the spectrum, whatever I achieved, I always heard talk of Matt Stylez. So many times I felt I stole the show, I did what others feared to do, I stood up and I fought against the rest of the people, the fans, the sheep, I rose up that ladder of dreams and I reached out. How fitting was it that you, Matt Stylez, my enemy throughout this whole experience, you were the man I took this Title from, you were the defeated, I…was…FINALLY the victorious. All those months of waiting, looking across and seeing your face on the borders, on the posters, on that Title…All that had changed when I kicked you into that coffin. The adrenaline I felt when my boot landed on your jaw. It was then I realized…Matt Stylez was a myth…He was never better than me…I was always destined to be the best. So you go on and you now say ‘I am better than you’. How can you honestly believe that Matt? I have held this crown for over 100 days now…100 days Matt…That is longer than you ever managed. You see, you had the intensity, the fight and the will to gain this belt, but you never had the consistency or the passion to hold onto it. That is what establishes the greatest of greats…I hold on to this…I fight with every last breath in my body whenever this is on the line…You seem to care only about numbers. Your not better than me because you’re a two time champion…Your not better than me because your win/loss record says so…Your not better than me Matt. Now I could stand here and say, ‘you were never better than me’, but I would be lying. When we first came here, I was young, I was Jesse Shaw…Not Jesse Montana…I was not the Sensation…I was a kid. We were both kids and we both had potential and heart for this business. We laid it all on the line, but in the end, I was the rookie and I ended up losing to the better man. Shame you had to change Matt. No…You have never been consistent…Who are you this time? Are you the Thriller who is that fan favorite, the man who laughs and jokes, the man who risks it all in one breath, in one moment. Are you the Anarchist? The man who fights for what he believes in and lets no body tell him otherwise. Or are you the red eyed demon who infested your soul after turning your back on XTC? Whoever you are…At least you know your opponent…I am Jesse Montana…I am the Sensation…I change for no body and I need not change…Ever. I am the most successful World Champion CZW has ever seen. I am the man who now…After all the months have passed…Is STILL number one! -=- Jesse now is standing in the pit of broken glass, the music beginning to fade away. Suddenly he drops the World Title belt to the ground as the lights flicker, then completely disintegrate into pitch black darkness. Jesse kicks around the shards of glass his eyes slowly glow the color as before. His eyes shining red, just like the color of his blood that pours from his face, hands and feet. Outside, the climate drastically changes once more. Heavy gusts of wind makes the trees almost uproot. The leaves fluster around the front door creating the same whirlwind affect. The clouds above descend over the previously sunlit sky. The clouds are deep dark gray, thick and disturbing. Heavy bolts of lightening shoot down from the skies and hit the fields to the back of the house. The sound is unbearable, the glass house beginning to vibrate strongly, the glass creating a loud drumming effect. The power is out now, just pitch black darkness surrounding the Sensation, but he likes it, he likes the blood trickling down his face, he likes the glow in his eyes that brighten up the room. He looks like a menacing demon inside the darkness, his teeth grinding as he smiles. A very different sound begins to kick in now as Jesse eventually goes insane, running around the house screaming. -=- (stop the previous video, play the next on any sound level) -=- As the music pounds into the head of Jesse, he begins to look around the house for certain items, his face one of desperation. He grabs what appears to be a chainsaw from the back room, then goes into the store cupboard to pull put what clearly is a life-size dummy of his opponent in a few days time, Matt Stylez. Jesse begins to whisper disturbing sounds into the ear of the dummy, almost treating it as human. He then growls as he runs around the house screaming, incensed with rage. He grabs the dummy and begins to rip the innards apart. He grabs the chainsaw and saws into the body, strange red liquid like foam seeps out as Jesse covers himself and the walls and carpets with this liquid. The body being mutilate, Jesse’s eyes glowing redder and redder, his smile rowing wider. Heavy rain now pours down from the clouds above as Jesse throws the chainsaw down, covering himself in the ripped apart material of the Stylez dummy. He sits down, folding his legs as he begins to rock back and forth, feeling pleasured by the dark activity. -=- -=-cZw-=- The Sensation \\// Jesse Montana -=-cZw-=- Matt, you like to talk about how you set that bar up high, you set the records and you broke any precious record. You were the sole man at the top of this business. You even turned on your friends for this World Title. Well guess what…YOUR NOT THE ONLY ONE. I was the only man who could reach out and grasp that bar you had set months before. I was the only man worthy of challenging your records, your conquests, your successes. I was always one step behind you Matt, that maybe right, but what you fail to realize is I was always on your tail, always waiting, watching, reliving moments of our past where you got the better of me, but now, I crept up slowly and I GRABBED THAT BAR MATT! I took hold of it, finally, I was not one step behind you, I was on the same level…But what did I do with it Matt…What did I do to the record books? I TORE THEM UP…I THREW THAT BAR TO REGIONS YOU CAN ONLY DREAM OF…No longer was Jesse Montana number two in this business, destiny took over and I became what everyone knew as the inevitable, I BECAME THE BEST. I was not one step behind, two steps behind, we were not even…I WAS AHEAD OF YOU. You maybe two time champion, but have you ever defended your Title successfully 4 times consecutively? Have you defended your Title at 3 consecutive Pay-Per-Views? One of them being the greatest event of them all…The one Pay-Per-View kids around the globe inspire themselves to main event…I DID IT MATT…WHERE WERE YOU? If I remember correctly, you were not even apart of Hatewave. You were not even part of And Justice For All. I broke you at Summer Showdown, I proved to the World that Jesse Montana is no longer in the shadows of Matt Stylez…They are no longer on the same level…They are no longer bitter rivals, I proved to you and the World…After all this time…I was in fact…BETTER THAN YOU! But Matt…You live in the past like the past few months have never happened. There is no more AMP XTC. There are not even anymore Upstarts. Times have changed Matt…But the only factor that has remained constant throughout the whole of this process is…JESSE MONTANA IS THE BEST! You had it all Matt…You had family, friends, fans support, money, fame, GOLD…But what happened, you let yourself slip. You lost your confidence, you lost your charisma, you even lost your damn passion. You were World Champion, but everyone knew that would not last long. And it didn’t. Your second reign as World Champion lasted a mere month. This was the time you realized, instead of focusing on the man who is always ‘one step behind’ you as you like to put it, you were focusing on creating Anarchy in CZW…Focusing on becoming some sort of demon within the locker room…I was focusing on the prize…I WAS FOCUSING ON THIS TITLE MATT! You lost your edge, your whole persona and you finally lost your Title. So what did you do? You placed your tail between your legs and you left. God only knows what you did during the break but I will tell you what I did. I was the man you used to be. Only…There was no body creeping up behind me…There was no body a threat like I was…No body one step behind…I was in a league of my own…Now you come back…Where are you Matt? AT THE BOTTOM WHERE YOU DESERVE…Where am I Matt? AT THE TOP! There are many great challengers amongst the ranks of CZW now, bright talent and future World Champions, most of them guys who I helped come into this company. I was making CZW the best fed around while you were feeling sorry for yourself. Now you believe it is still you and me? Your wrong…There is no you and me…THERE IS ONLY ME…And a group of blood-thirsty young talented guys who want what you have…This Title match. But your not the man you used to be. Without those fans who cheered for you when you risked your life and soul out there every week. Without your friends who gave you the confidence to carry on. Without this Title which put you above the rest. Your now nothing. Not even TV Champion. You have lost everything that made you a Champion. I have not only gained it all…I have become you and much much more…You always had one up on me, but now I have moved light-years ahead of you as you have stayed, rotten to the surface you once walked. -=- Jesse settles back down as does the weather and extreme atmosphere. Jesse lies back as he begins to chuckle, the light returning to the house as the gusts of winds and the clouds above slowly disappear. Light is back outside and within the house and the eyes of Jesse are back to being hazel. He sits up and begins to crawl back over to his Title, now hugging it tightly once more, as if he had been separated from it for years. He smiles as he smothers the belt in his grip, feeling at peace again. The music stops once more as noises from the house can be heard again. -=- (stop the previous video, play the next video) -=- The same sounds of logs on the fire crackling and hissing with heat. The same tap pouring out water that lands in a pool of liquid that fills the bathtub. Jesse stands up and begins to walk back over to the grand piano. He places the World Title laid out in front of him on the top of the piano and sits down back on the leathered stool. He looks deeply into the Title as he pours grabs the bottle of Bordeaux, now poring the rest of the contents down his throat, wiping his mouth before flicking the chimes once again. Jesse Montana then begins to play the same soulful tunes on the piano as the peace and warmth of the sounds fill the room with calmness once again. He rolls his head as the tune runs through his mind, the same solid smile back on his face, the same confidence, the same resting spirit. He turns to the right as he smiles deep into the lens. -=- -=-cZw-=- The Sensation \\// Jesse Montana -=-cZw-=- Face it Matt…Times have changed. What was once your own personal playground to configure your little Thrilleville…It has now become the most dominating brand on Thursday and Friday night Television. It has stepped up to levels what must have been unimaginable back in February this year, back when you owned CZW. But the powers that be granted me the chance to turn all that around…And what did I do Matt? I did EXACTLY that. We separated into two successful brands and CZW grew and grew until I became the CZW World Heavyweight Champion and the new face of CZW…Then guess what it did Matt? IT GREW EVEN FURTHER. I thank you Matt…You have allowed me to carry out my plan perfectly, now I dominate CZW and I rule the show. Times have changed Matt. So this Thursday night…when the two men who revolutionized CZW face one on one for this World Title once again…It won’t be a draw like last time…It won’t even be close…We grew levels apart Matt and now…I am your master, your predecessor…I will remain CZW World Heavyweight Champion. The question is Matt…What will you do this time? -=- Jesse continues to pick up the pace of the familiar tune as he runs his mind over the whole event. His World Title gleaming up from the table in front, his smile directed at the belt, his precious World Title. The light remains on as the weather outside remains bright and sunny, the atmosphere calm and peaceful as Jesse sinks back into the music and rests his head on his belt, playing the same tune, the camera zooming out leaving the apartment and Jesse Montana is the distance. Now as the camera settles up high, showing the whole area, an unsuspecting bolt of rapid lightening shoots down once more from the clear skies above, landing directly on the glass house. The scene then fades. -=- |
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