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A Fight Within
Topic Started: Dec 3 2009, 06:08 PM (54 Views)
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The camera pans as we see Andrew Clash in a business meeting with a bunch of men in suits at Cole Industries,the company his father once owned before he died. The guilt hanging over his head as the memories of being in the meeting room as a child flow into in his head, the agony of watching his father die from a heart attack. The slow loathe of the doctors not figuring what kind of cancer it was and then he was gone, the man the mentor the everything to him. The man who got him so deeply passionate about wrestling, taken from him without even a few words. Every where he turns memories, he turns his head and looks outside the window from the top story as he then goes into a complacent nightmare of thoughts and emotions.

A man in a suit walks over to him and taps his shoulders, he looks up and notices it is his right hand man and his vp. The vice president looks at him and then smiles at him, he tries to muster up a smile but the feeling goes numb. The only thing he can think of is his father, his wrestling days, him and his father wrestling at the same promotion. The guilt becomes him as he turns his head and continues to look out at the window, a few birds are flying around. The vp walks away almost identifying what is going on, the lost thoughts the feeling of numbness, the vp knows what he had done with the company what it has become and where it will go soon enough. He turns his head one more time to smile as he keeps his head turned the vp goes unnoticed as he sits back down. The judgment passed as he knows the cloud of thoughts running through his mind, the vp turns his focus back into the meeting.

He still stares out the window the birds gone,the meeting wrapping up as the men walk out. The vp walks back over as he has a huge grin on his face. He turns his head as he hears the footsteps and looks at the vp. He is a well dressed man wearing an expensive suit made by Armani, his shoes black,his suit black,his hair combed back,his eyes brown,his skin tone slightly tan. An average height with a bit of a stomach, the vp standing right in front of him now. He looks up at him from the slouched over position he is sitting in the chair.

VP: Are you feeling ok? ( looks at him with a huge grin on his face as he looks on concerned)

It takes him a few seconds to answer as he looks out the window and tries to forget his earlier thoughts. He looks back up at the vp, he starts to get to his feet as he gets up and looks in the vps eyes.

Andrew Clash: Do not worry about me,worry about yourself. (he turns his head and walks out of the room as the door closes behind him)

He walks out past a few people at desks as they see the look on his face, the women his father once had an affair with. He walks by her office with a dull expression on her face. He had always wondered why she kept her job, maybe he did not have the heart to fire her. Maybe he had made a move on her and she could not walk away. He quickens up his pace towards the elevator, thoughts running through his mind. His father a big factor, he had made a legacy but had also done some daunting things in his past. Things he had known very little about until now. Things coming at him at full speed, father was not just a businessman or a wrestler he was more then that.

He was despised just like himself, he was also a womanizer. Standing in front of the elevator he sees the girl his dad had an affair with walk towards him. He keeps pressing the button as she comes closer and closer, he does not want to here what she has to say. She had made gestures at him that she wanted to talk about what happened, being his hardened self he never wanted to hear it or even cared to. He saw her as a home wrecker,a girl who only wanted to move up in the company at his fathers expense. Was his story true? Or did he lie, like everything else he said? The elevator door opens as he gets in as he looks back at her she stands there looking at him as the doors close. He takes one last glimpse at her, she is pretty.

But was she his fathers type or was it just an office thing? His eyes catch hers he starts to depict her appearance http://adeptos.no.sapo.pt/2006/Mundial/EnglandVictoriaBeckham.jpg Before he can continue the doors close as a sigh of relief comes over him. He takes a deep breathe and looks at himself in the elevator his suit clean and crisp, just dry cleaned and black with white pin stripes, his black shoes matching his suit with a red power tie. He looks down as he sees a small note on the ground, he slowly picks it up and starts to read it. It says in black print Debra Scott and her phone number (714) 376-7069 with the words "call me we need to talk". He puts the note in his pocket and starts to reach into his other pocket and pull out his pack of cigarettes.

He pulls one out and puts it in his front suit pocket and then grabs his zippo out of his back pants pocket. He puts the zippo next to his cigarette in the front suit pocket to remind himself. The elevator almost at a complete stop, as he takes one last look at himself through the elevator side panels. He pulls out his collar a bit and fixes his tie. The elevator doors open as a barrage of paparazzi are stopped by security. Signs being help up and reporters everywhere. Some of them yelling things out. One almost even touching him. He walks towards the exit where he can see his limo parked. One reporter spots Debra Scott looking at him from the front desk and then puts two and two together with his own assumption. He looks at him and yells out...

Reporter: Are you and Ms. Scott having relations? ( he holds out his mic as he walks by)

The question had caught him off guard, he stares at the reporter and sees Ms. Scott staring at him as she turns back around. He tries to think of something to say but thinks to himself he should say nothing as his lawyers follow him out. The front doors open as they are being held open for him by security. He walks towards his limo as a bunch more things are being barraged at him. People yelling stuff out at will at him. Alfred standing there holding the limo door is the only peace he can find. He gets in the limo and Alfred almost runs to the other side to get him out of a bad situation. His door closes as well as Clash's, the limo starts to take off as it pulls away from his fathers company. He takes one last look as he can see Ms. Scott looking out through the front of the building. Staring a mud hole through him as she stands there not doing much then looking at his limo. He reaches into his front suit pocket and grabs out the zippo and then the cigarette. He grasps the cigarette and then puts it in his mouth.

His palms sweaty as he flicks the zippo open and runs his thumb across it as a flame comes roaring out. He puts the flame under the cigarette as he takes a few drags to get it lite as he closes the zippo and then puts it back in his pocket. He takes a quick drag, the stress starts to slowly fade away as he looks out the window. He clicks a button as the windows roll down, the smoke goes out the window. It almost looks as if the wind is running away with the smoke. He sets the cigarette inbetween his index and middle fingers. Still looking out through the window he hears a song over the loud speaker, not really paying attention to it when he got in. the song he hears is Drake "The Best I Ever Had". It used to be his and Shannen's song, he takes a drag of his cigarette trying to forget the past and now the ever growing present his father has left behind for him to sort through. He continues to stare out the window looking at the beach, the waves hitting the sand and kids playing.

The limo makes a right as he can see in the distance a very familiar place. He takes a drag of his cigarette as he turns Drake off. His father's lingering presence more intriguing him then his x girl friends. The limo now in front of a boating dock with a huge yacht in the background as he has somewhat of an expression on his face. Alfred walks over to the limo back door and opens it up as he gets out slowly, seeing Shannen's image follow him out as it once again fades. Two people no longer in his life have him questioning if he wants to still wrestle. The limo door closes as Alfred smiles, he makes his way to the boat dock as he reaches a gate. He reaches into his suit pant pocket and pulls out a key card and slides. The doors open as he walks in and then towards the dock, the sun beating down as it does on every California day. His suit making him a bit restless as he loosens up his tie in hopes he will cool down.

He walks down the dock the small waves from other boats hitting the dock as he stands right in front of his yacht http://www.thaindian.com/images/stories/billgates.jpg. The beauty of it as he stands there watching it glisten in the sun is just amazing. He looks up and down the yacht from where he is standing, the words SS Clash on the side, the boat it self red and black. A wooden staircase is sent hanging over the side as he awaits for it to drop. It touches the dock gently as he then walks up the staircase looking only ahead. His most prized possession he owns and also his greatest. His cigarette almost completely to the filter as he flicks it off the side and into the water. The staircase gets pulled up as he is on board. He stares around as he had missed his yacht from the latest signing to a new brand and has not seen it in a few weeks. His feud with Maynard O Toole has gotten his full attention. He thinks about his feud with Maynard and thinks about adding another title reign to his illustrious record.

He looks around the boat and sees the heated pool on deck a few lawn chairs. A few crew hands working on the boat can be seen as he sits down on a chair on the deck and leans back in it, he still thinks heavy about the days events as he wonders what Ms. Scott is trying to do. He gets up from the chair as he walks towards one of the rooms on the yacht and opens the door. He flicks on the lights as a ring can be seen in red and black with a bunch of world titles and every single belt he has one. His accomplishments decorated all over the wall as trophies would be to a baseball player. He walks closer to the ring thinking of the training sessions him and Greg have had in the past in here. Preparing for his world title matches, last man standing matches,his cardio and weight lifting benches can also be seen. He slides into the ring as he stands there in the middle as he poses there with his hands up. He takes a deep breathe and then goes to a turnbuckle as he looks at himself through a mirror in the room, his evil grin can be seen on his face.

He gets off the turnbuckle and then slides out of the ring, he takes one last look at his wall wear it reads "CZW Intercontinental Champion" his name below it. He turns his head and walks out of the room. He turns the lights off and closes the door, he walks back towards the dock as he looks at his watch as he awaits Jenny Jacobs. As soon as he looks down at his watch he sees a van pool up with the words CZW on the side. A women comes out and so does a man holding a camera. They close there doors as they walk closer to the gate. He signals for the dock hand to open the door as he does as Jenny and Wade come walking through and towards the yacht. Wade is stunned at what he has in front of him the massive sized yacht, Jenny is also a bit stricken by it as well. They continue to walk up to the yacht as the wooden staircase is being lowered by deckhands. It touches the ground as Jenny and Wade walk up the steps and onto the yacht. Wade turns his camera on as he starts to film as he catches shots of the yacht. Jenny walks up to him as he reaches out his hand and shakes her hand. Wade turns back around and starts to film Jenny and Clash. Jenny readies herself as she starts to speak.

Jenny Jacobs: I am here with Andrew Clash, last week you made a huge impact as you defeated Mr. Kiljoy and then attacked Maynard O Toole.

Before she can continue he interrupts her, she is disgruntled as Wade keeps filming.

Andrew Clash: Jenny this is my yacht so I make the rules and hearing your voice agonizes me. We wall know why we came here, so I will start off with this. Maynard you dumb son of a bitch you can talk about not knowing what an SCW is, that is fine maybe you forgot, but the fact is the goal I have has not changed. The simple thing to realize is we have to meet in that squared circle sometime, weather it be at the ppv or weather it be next week, you can run but you can not hide. I am the big bad wolf and I come to blow the house down you built. What I am getting at here is if you have the testicular fortitude to challenge me for not only that title but at the pay per view. But I do not want it in any ordinary match I want something special after all this is Combat Zone Wrestling. So I have decided to call you out Pay Per View the biggest stage for a match. This match has been something I have been waiting for sense I got here. This match is a Last Man Standing, there can only be one winner and one loser. One man will be standing and it will be me when it is all said and done, because you simply are inferior to me and you know it. The fact in question is do you accept my challenge...It is ok if your scared Mayo. But if you want my respect let alone save your dignity in front of all your friends here, you will accept. If last week was not incentive enough I can make a bolder statement this week, you will accept Mayo and there is not a damn thing you can do about.

He paces back and fourth before talking again. He poses for the cameras for a brief second as well before he lowers his hands and looks directly at the camera with his sinister smile.

Andrew Clash: This next part is for you Eddie Rowan. Now Eddie why would you go and do a stupid thing like get in my way, let alone help Mayo? You must be as stupid as you look. The thing with you Eddie is you came up a bit to short last week you almost saved Mayo but that only comes close with hand grenades and horse shoes. When you made yourself a presence in what was suppose to be the beating of Mayo's lifetime you made this a personal issue. You could have just walked away like the good little bitch you are but...no you had to make your little existence matter even if it was for a few minutes. Now that is where you made a mistake getting into my business, something not only should you not have done but should never have thought of. You do not know what I am capable of, you think Kiljoy was sick sadistic evil and so on I proved he was nothing more then a little child in my presence, his little tricks might have been amusing but the fact is I still left him in a pool of his own urine and blood. Is that something you look forward to? Could your family bare to see you there laying in the middle of the ring face down covered in a crimson mask Eddie? But the better question is....is it really worth it? Is facing a man hellbent on destroying everything you enjoy? Is it worth it for your wrestling career to be shortened?

Is it worth is to be in a hospital bed as your family watches on as your in a coma, wondering if you will ever come out of it? Eddie you reap what you sow, I did not make you do what you did only you did. You could have stopped but now you have to pay the piper. And to believe you thought you won the match on your own accord...haha what a pity it is to waste such time on a second rate wrestler who is just a garbage Hardcore wrestler nothing more and nothing less. The fact not only your CZW legacy is about as interesting as a Custodian promo, your from one of the most depressing cities in the world Seattle.

*sighs*

This week when I not only walk out the victor like last week I will have shamed you in front of everyone back home friends,family, even people who have looked up to...god only knows why. You will have to go back to your shit hole city, debate suicide because it will be the only thing left to do if your career is not already over. I started to do a back round check on you see if I could dig up some dirt, all I found was a stable that seemed about as interesting as watching 3 hours of Barney. Beautiful Agony, let me guess you were just a side man probably jobbing left and right to everyone in the Hardcore Division until you got your break when everyone in the Hardcore Division went on to bigger and greater things, you still stuck in your own limbo decided that was the best career movie. Stay a shitty ass hardcore chump and wrestle jobbers. Well done Eddie not only have you bored me already you have made me want to shoot myself. Upon going on I have not really seen you much backstage really but I hear your a few inches short of an umpa lumpa.

How do you think you are going to fair against a much larger and agile opponent like myself? Not well I will tell you. Your about what 4 foot 1 inch? Your a dwarf, sorry I said midget. At least midgets are cool dwarfs are just the scary little front lawn ceramic sculptures in front of old peoples houses. I read on I see you are overweight 205 pounds that is extensively huge for such a shot person maybe you should take your fat ass onto The Biggest Loser and drop some of those access pounds, and tell Screech I said hi. Reading on, I seem to have came to a moves list that reminds me of a guy I wrestled in SCW his name was Stu, and Stu had the same problem you do. Naming everything after himself The Stu-Per Kick and so on, and look at you the exact same copyright how original. The EVD what is that Electronic Vagina Device? Then there is the Ed-vice? Who the f**k would take advice from a guy who has only been hardcore champion for 21 seconds? That is like taking advice from a retarded kid about doing sports, does that make any sort of f**king sense? The list went dead right there with excitement. So I began to wonder what is this friendship you and Mayo have with one another?

Is it just a friendship maybe a neutral respect....then I thought when you bent down to see if he as ok I saw from the ramp a little glimmer in your eye Eddie, that glimmer of hope Mayo would drop a big kiss on you in front of everyone and you would live happily ever after, get pounded as hard as Mcnallys wife. Live in Mayos basement like Mr. Slave from South Park the only words you can say are Jesus Christ. Maybe have mayo shove a gerbil up your ass probably naming it lemme-winks. But maybe it is not either of them maybe he is your security blanket, maybe he persuades you to keep wrestling fighting the good fight keep dressing like a fruit cake and looking like one. You both make me sick you guys remind me of when Sigfried met Roy, that friendship ended one tiger later and a lot of lubed up good times. The fact is you hide behind Mayo, it is easy to see. You got nothing going for yourself a few title reigns does not amount to anything special, I am known world wide and I have amassed more gold then a jewelery store. The thing that gets me most is how you need someone like a Maynard O Toole? It is pathetic you seen, I do not need anyone to watch my back because I am not a little whiny bitch. If I lose I do not go home and cry about it I move on and I exact my revenge. I get even, I do not need anyones help. He is just bringing you down but you do not see that. Your not the man I thought you could possibly be Eddie, your just as sad and lonely as a Carrot Top. This is what sets you apart from me, I am a man your just a child not only because your short but because you think with such an innocence as to how evil the rest of the world is. You deliberately can not see past your own ignorance and see the evil bliss I am going to bestow on you.

Now I come to read your promo and see you can not get over yourself, I applaud you for hitting me when my backs turned. I would have done the same to you, but to repeat it several times in your promo....is your brain that slow? Then you try and pick a trick out of last weeks tricks up my sleeve and start bashing my name this week with your buddy? With such lame ass jibberish like Clash of the Titan, and Clash and Burn? I am beginning to question in theory who is really controlling you, Mayo or your lackey friend. Silly Rowan to think I was british, cough cough what a f**king joke. The last thing I had British in me was Ace King's wife. Britian will always be beneath me just like you, to think otherwise is just a big miscalculation. Then just like everyone else has before him you, which in turn has been "done to death". You try and muster up some lame ass catchphrase bashing? Job well done it took you this long to not only write and sum up a shitty promo not even Don Imus would read from a telepromoter. The reason why it is called a catchphrase is because it sticks in your head, something you wont forget and obviously you have not forgotten it have you?

But one of the dumbest mistakes is this, if your going to bash ones persay catchphrase make sure you actually get it right.... it is MY STYLE WILL NEVER CLASH! That was for the idiotic moron named Eddie Rowan, hey Eddie the short bus is the other way. Then you go on some rant about some guy who is named Chino? Who is not even here, that sounds about as coherrent as Whitney telling Bobby she is quitting. To further go on about a lackluster point yet to be proven, Clash is suppose to be with a list of jobbers? The fact is Eddie what the f**k have you done? Have you taken out an Intercontinental champion? Have you singled handed broken a man into utter extinction to where he is not even on the card this week? Have you even whipped out your small ass dick to jerk off to Clash pictures? The answer is indeed and without a doubt No! The fact is Eddie you constantly run your mouth about me being some kind of Jobber in past feds where in fact I was just as impressive if not more. The fact I was the longest reigning Internet champion, the fact I am a 4 time world heavyweight champion, the fact I am a 2 time Intercontinental champion, the fact I was a triple crown champion in REW, the fact I was undefeated in SCW? The list goes on Eddie keep running your mouth and writing checks your ass can not obviously check.

(sighs once again)

This next part caught me off guard, your really going to talk about in a promo about language? Really mother Teresa, I am calling the kettle black with a big pile of bull shit. The fact you would even say anything about "Foul Language" Is beyond me but the fact is everyone here is not 16 and were all adults. Maybe someone should have gone back to school. Here we go again the mentioning of said Maynard O Toole, what the f**k is your facination with him, does he have beer flavored nipples? I mean there is friends and then there is something else. Then he has the audacity to put me in the same line as Tim Timmons in my world Tim Timmons does not even exist, he holds no bar over my head and holds no title at this point, he is an irrelevant dog turd in CZW. Then you try and take a page from David Beckham's book and try and say "Bend it Like Beckham" and epicly fail, for a guy who thinks he knows the "Whos" "Who" on britains you again fail short, just like the spice girls reunion. Finally but not yet over he goes into a speech that only a list full of handicap kids would get riled up over, past feds do not hold a candle to CZW, that is very cute but you have to think outside this fed and realize there are people better then an Alan Fiscus, better then a Maynard O Toole, and yet you fail to realize that I am an outside presence walking in and taking your long time spot here. I am the guy who will be walking over you and then onto Maynard. To further this lousy promo you talk about the same old good guy scenario " you here with the big boys" Please I have wrestled far better people then you and the rest of everyone here.

I could go on a list but the fact is, the past is the past and I am making a bright new future for me...a future where you do not exist a future where we do not have to watch one of these craptastic promos. Someone call the whambulance I feel another sob story coming in this promo which never ends, your promos are about as exciting as the new 2012 movie you got some nice little animations and big budget but yet the acting sucked and the storyline blew. You supposidely signed a contract, what do they pay you in peanuts? You get these pictures off and put them in your promos as some kind of smoke and mirror trick and yet it does not even help you. I am about as entertained as a little kid watching a horror movie. And now the ending thank god, he then just goes on about a stable which could not even find its way out of a paper bag, let alone wrestle out of one. The fact you need a bunch of pussies other then Mayo is just pathetic and really not very entertaining. Let me guess you and this band of circle jerks are going to make a soggy waffle in the middle of the ring and your going to eat it? To help you out a soggy waffle is when one guy eats all the cum from everyone else in the circle jerk. Bring your nut jobs and whackos down to the ring with you, I do not give a flying f**k who you bring, hell bring a police office,bring a fireman,bring your wife,bring a god damn army if you have to. I am going to knock them all down shut your f**king mouth before Mayo can stop me because we all know he has something up his sleeve.

In closing I say this you got a long road trip ahead of you, think about what you are walking into think long and hard. Try and use your brain because it has failed you in the past, maybe ask a few friends for advice. The fact is you are against odds, and without my help you would not have won your match, fact is I helped you out. Without me you would have never beaten Mayo and you know it. Your just a washed up Hardcore champion who never made the big time. I say to you Eddie, was not last week when Kiljoy was laying there in the "The Career Killer" not enough for you? Was him covered in blood laying there motionless without any more tricks and gags not funny? Was Maynard getting The Clash not memorable? The thing with what I am saying is it is fact, I am saying everything I have done here. Everything I have said has come true. If you think what happened to Kiljoy was bad you have not seen anything yet. I want to not only disfigure you, but I want to make you into something so grotesque so ugly that not even the hills have eyes people will stand next to you. I want it to look so bad that not even your parents can ID your face. I want people to see your ugly face and say "Don't mess with Clash or you will get the Eddie Rowan*. The big question is Eddie how can you come down to a ring with a person so intensely desired to destroy every single limb on your body, drain every ounce of blood from your body until your a washed up old prune. Have you not noticed that after I beat Kiljoy he has not been seen since? Have you not noticed sense I The Clashed Mayo he has not been seen either, let alone be on the card this week. So walk down that ramp with your expectations high and your hopes even higher. Because you will see a man... no something in that ring that will have the most eviliest grin on his face that not even the devil would compare to. I am going to be your grim reaper, you will see my face wherever you go. When your training for your match,hanging out with your family, the fact is until the match is said and done I will not stop. I will not stop until I win 1...2....3. And when I am down you will end up just like everyone else. You will end up like Mayo and Kiljoy. I know Mayo will be watching so I will make damn sure you can and will never walk again. I will be locking in The Career Killer on you and I will shut your mouth once and for all. It ends at Overdrive one man wallking out and one person being eviscerated. That man wont be me, so in the end Eddie kiss your kids goodnight your family goodbye because the most sickiest and most twisted and evil individual will be in that ring. He wont stop, he wont give into cries or even plees for forgiveness. You will here the bell toll and it will be my music. Time to meet your maker, because we all know MY STYLE WILL NEVER CLASH with yours!

He poses for the camera before getting up real close to it.

Andrew Clash: Career Killed....Eddie Rowan!

He turns his head and walks away as the camera follows him. A man comes up onto the yacht and it is Greg Anthony. He does not see Greg as he walks into a room as Greg Follows behind him. The camera man and Jenny are stuck behind a door as they try and open the door. The door is locked as they try and look through a window but to no avail it is covered by blinds. They here a loud sound coming from the room as it sounds like a cocking sound of a gun. Greg heres the sound and runs to where the sound is heard from. He stands in front of a door as he tries to unlock it, the door wont budge. He then tries to kick it down as he does the 3rd try as he sees him sitting there with a louded 9 milimeter handgun in his mouth. Greg walks over slowly, he holds the gun tighter as he grips the trigger.

Greg Anthony: Drop the gun Andrew, this is not worth it. Is your life not worth living because of your father? Let it be, that was his life, his choices.

He pulls the gun out of his mouth slowly and puts it to his head. He holds it there as Greg walks over slowly still trying not to startle him. A single tear goes down his face as he feels impathy for Clash, he understands the pain,the agony,the hurt.

Greg Anthony: Give it to me now!

He still holds the gun to his head and clasps the trigger even harder as Greg is now standing over him. He reaches for the gun as he pulls his hands away. Greg does it again as he is again met with an empty hand. He kneels down as he is at his level, Clash sitting in a chair. A cigarette in the ashtray, Greg pulls out a cigarette from Clash's pocket and tries to persuade him to stop.

Greg Anthony: Come on man, just smoke a cigarette and forget about this!

He reaches his hand out and slaps the cigarette away, Greg tries to struggle with the gun as Jenny and Wade here a gunshot go off. They run as fast as they can as they reach the other side of the room, they walk in as blood is spewing out of Gregs arm. He has been shot in the upper forearm after struggling with Clash for the gun. Greg rives in pain as Jenny calls for an ambulance, Wade turns his camera to the corner of the room where Clash is still holding the gun and bobbing his head back and fourth. Blood covered in his face and body. Jenny stands there as she yells at Wade.

Jenny Jacbos: Turn the camera off!

The camera man hits the red button as the scene fades.
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