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| Topic Started: Aug 3 2012, 11:00 PM (94 Views) | |
| Corbin | Aug 3 2012, 11:00 PM Post #1 |
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#BEECAGE
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In the beginning God created the Heavens and the Earth... He created Man... He created Cain... And Cain created his Prophecy. That prophecy was his rise through the ranks of Combat Zone Wrestling and holding a title high. Many thought he meant the CZW X Division title, but they were wrong. It seems the gold in question is the CZW World Heavyweight Championship. The only thing between Cain and his prophecy... 3 men with the same goal. CZW. New York City. Kingdom Come. All... Or Nothing... --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Daniel had heard a lot about New York City. It's one of the most famous places in the whole of the United States, adored by a large proportion of the British public. Growing up he, like many other young persons within the UK, dreamed of one day travelling the world and visiting the city. Now, as he stands on the streets of Times Square, the dream has become a reality. His mind races, trying to take everything in, yet it all still feeling surreal. Not only is this New York, but in a few days all eyes will be on the Hammerstein Ballroom for the iPPV. All eyes will be on him.] Matthews: Right, you've not lived until you've tasted this caramel latte. I mean seriously, this cafe has no equal. [Mark appears through the sea of bodies moving through the city, a takeout cup of coffee in each hand. He passes the right one to Cain, while sipping the left one. Behind him follows John Lucas, himself carrying another steaming mug of coffee] Lucas: It's good, but it's no Luigi's. [Mark turns to confront Lucas] Matthews: Good? GOOD?!? This place is twice Luigi's and then some. [By now Cain was used to the disputes. While they were the closest of friends, his aides had a lot of minor disputes. This coffee is better than that coffee... This style is better than that style... This tactic is better than that tactic... If he didn't step in this could go on all the way to Sunday.] Cain: You guys see that? [He gestures upwards. Both Mark and John follow the direction of his gaze. Their eyes meet a large advert for the main event of Kingdom Come on one of the ever-changing screens. The four figures in signature poses stare down on the flow of traffic and pedestrians.] Matthews: OH YEAH!! Tweeting that!! [Mark whips out his phone, snapping the image and uploading it for his followers.] Lucas: Not bad. First of many... We hope. [While he doesn't say it, the tone is there. The uncertainty, the questioning, wondering if Cain is ready for the top billing] Cain: You know it. Although next time, I'll have the title over my shoulder. [Yet another issue for Cain to deal with. While the bickering was tolerable to some extent, the doubt and pessimism were hard to cope with. The glare returned from Lucas said it all.] Lucas: I'm sure you will... If you stay within your limits. [The trio begin to walk down towards Central Park, sticking close to avoid being separated by the crowds.] Cain: I know my limits. You've shown me the tapes and the stats. Evaluated it all. Trust me, once I add the touch of Prophecy to everything, I'll be unbeatable. Matthews: Exactly! The visions can't be for nothing. We have to believe in them and trust them. Nobody can beat the Prophe- [Mark goes quiet at the sound of Cain's phone. His entrance theme of Sweet Sacrifice plays out, alerting him to a text. He removes it from the pocket of his jeans and opens the message] Cain: It appears being a big name brings bigger fame. CZW want me to go do a publicity appearance for the iPPV. You guys wanna tag along or would you like some alone time? [Lucas flips Cain off, smiling as he does] Matthew: We'll catch you later. Go show Damage why you're going to be the perfect champ. [Cain hails a cab, climbing in and giving the driver the location of the event. If he was serious about the Championship, Daniel would have to get used to short-notice appearances.] -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [The Hammerstein Ballroom with a wrestling ring in the centre, by now a familiar sight. Ring crew rushing around, laying out the chairs in the lower tier, while the Manhattan Centre workers polish the handrail of the balcony, making sure it's all ready for the iPPV. Jarred Daniels voice crackles through the speakers as the sound-check begins. But it's none of this that we are here to see. The camera pulls back from it's view of auditorium, slowly revealing a shoulder, then an ear, and finally a hair-free head atop the broad shoulders. Stood looking out upon the preparation, Cain begins to address the camera.] Cain: You know, when I first started out I dreamed of the day I'd be fighting for a World Title on Pay Per View. Now here I am, going into my first doing just that. I've said all along that I'm different. I'm no man... I'm the Prophecy... [He doesn't turn to us, but Daniel does roll his shoulders and neck, loosening up.] Cain: In a matter of hours Johnny Kerosene, TJ Hix, Cage Stryker and myself will battle to be the King of Combat and the first World Champion of the new era. A match many say I cannot win. The other three bring immense experience, countless title reigns, and proven ability. They have CVs many would die for. But they all have one thing missing... [Another sound test can be heard, this time with the distinct British accent of William Masters.] Cain: None of them have my vision, my awareness, my gift. The prediction I made, the vision I saw, they're not just some game. They're no gimmick. My words are the truth, and the truth is, I'm going to walk out of here a champion. As clear as you see all of this, I see me holding that title high. The true king will take his kingdom. Ryan Shane may have people calling him the Anti-Christ of CZW, but that's nothing... Me.. I'm the Messiah. [Finally Daniel turns to face the camera, a large smile spread across his lips] Cain: And I'm going to do one thing... Rise.. Up! [Daniel gives one last look around the Hammerstein Ballroom before retreating through the curtain to finish his preparations. We fade to black while focused on the CZW logo on the ring skirting] --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [As he walks through the curtain, Daniel is met by Mark. Immediately the Disciple notices something not right] Matthews: What's up? [The truth breaks through the smile as a look of concern sweeps the face of Cain. The concern he's had to hide for fear of Lucas seeing. If Cain were the Messiah, John would definitely be Judas.] Cain: What if I can't do this? What if I don't win? What then? I'll have nothing. The whole Prophecy, my whole place in this company, rests on the prediction of the title win. What happens if I'm no the champ at the end of the night? [Mark fights back his surprise. The seemingly fearless and doubtless leader, showing concern? Surely not.] Matthews: Come on man, that's not the Daniel Cain that made it here. That's not you. Everyone knows you can win this. What about the visions? Cain: What about them? [The snapping tone catches Mark of guard.] Matthews: Wha.. We.. Well.. Perha.. [Impatient, Cain doesn't wait for the reply to be fully formed] Cain: Just don't tell John. I can't have him going on anymore than he already does. [Daniel begins to walk away] Cain: I'll be in the locker room if you need me. I'd rather not be disturbed. [And with that, Daniel disappears from view. Lucas walks into the corridor from the other end, stopping next to a clearly-shocked Matthews] Lucas: You look like you've seen a ghost. What happened... Jenna Cyde appear? King bring that Diva GaGa with him? [Mark stumbles to find his words] Matthews: I... Was just talking with a ring crew member. They were telling me about some of the stuff they've brought in for the Greenhouse match.. [He covers with a false-smile] Lucas: That reminds me. We better make a run to the hardware store. Fans bring the weapons tonight... [The pair turn and walk back the way Lucas came in, moving away from the camera.] Lucas: You think they'll let us bring in a chainsaw? |
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