Post by Hayden Newsom on Oct 18, 2016 9:41:09 GMT -5
The scene opens up inside a lair somewhere within Miami, Florida as Jason Phoenix is standing in the middle of the area. As he has his hands on the lower hips, he looks up at the doorway with there being just a glimpse of light shining through. His wife Morgan Alvertez is standing in front of him as she has her hands slid in the back of her pockets. She smirks at her husband as she begins to speak while walking around him.
MORGAN ALVERTEZ: “This has to be the most insulting of the matches you have received in this company since we have arrived. I find their dangling the Horizon Championship over your head like a piece of meat downright cruel and unusual punishment. After all, you are the new face of this damn company and there’s nobody, especially this Armenian Beast, that can stop you!”
She presses her hands together as she holds them up to her husband’s chest, tapping her fingertips against his flesh. He glances down at her hands before grabbing them with his right hand, bringing them up to his lips. He gently kisses them and grins viciously.
JASON PHOENIX: “I’m in no rush to claim the Horizon Championship, my queen. You see, in due time I will soon be the next Legacy Championship. I go through whomever and whenever they want, but when it’s my time to claim the NAW’s throne, I will do so swiftly and brutally. I will be the new centerpiece of his company and they will all learn to worship the Master of the Universe!”
He raises his right arm above his head with his hand clenched into a fist. He looks up at the sky with his eyes slightly closed while Morgan has her hands resting on his stomach. She rests the side of her head against his chest as she closes hers. He looks down and starts to pet her hair.
JASON PHOENIX: “How many times have I been denied in wrestling promotions? How many times have I been thrown worthless little filler acts to distract me from my agendas? Too many, my queen. And guess what? Eventually, they have all come around. They have gotten so sick and tired of me killing off their entire rosters. Just like I am doing in NAW. Soon, there won’t be anybody else to get in my way of claiming that Legacy Championship.”
He lowers his hands down to his midsection as he starts to circle it. He looks down as Morgan looks up with a smirk on her face.
MORGAN ALVERTEZ: “You always did have a way to tolerate the most repulsive of people, my king. How I envy your strength.”
She twitches her nose as she starts to rub his chest.
JASON PHOENIX: “As you should, my queen. I am the reason why everything is going to start coming together in our lives again. We will be worshipped once again and very soon; we will be the royal couple of this industry. Everybody is going to envy us, my queen. You will be the dominant female and I will be the Lord of NAW! I will be the creator of professional wrestling! It is going to happen just like before. Imagine the fame you are going to get, my queen. Photoshoots, interviews, talk shows, magazine covers… you deserve it, my queen. All my success is to make you happy so your life is worthily. I will be the main event in NAW as you bask the fruit of my labor.”
Suddenly, engulfing the couple with his shadow is the enforcer Mike Smith as he creeps into the doorway. Jason Phoenix looks over his shoulder and stares at the muscular enforcer. He folds his arms and starts nodding while staring across at his leader.
MIKE SMITH: “You wanted to see me, Jay.”
He asks sternly.
JASON PHOENIX: “Aye yes, Michael Smith. It is quite an honor to have you grace us with your presence. It’s been a while since you’ve made an appearance on Meltdown and I think it’s only fair we include you this week.”
Morgan smirks confidently while she purses her lips while rubbing her hand across her husband’s back.
JASON PHOENIX: “What better way than to fight monster against monster? Show my opponent this week how much control over people’s souls I really have. He thinks his physical strength will be enough to help him prevail, but mental control can bring a mere mortal to his knees!”
Mike cracks a half-hearted smile as he nods in agreement.
MIKE SMITH: “Anything you want, boss.”
Jason Phoenix starts to nod his hands together while grinning at Mike.
MORGAN ALVERTEZ: “This is going to be ideal. The new Mr. Main Event of NAW is going to soar in the headlights! This company is finally going to witness their new God standing and basking in his spotlight! That ring belongs to my husband and I feel so terribly sympathetic for that pitiful excuse of a man! It just so happens, he’s going to find himself coming up short… the story of his life, hm?”
Phoenix licks his lips and starts to roll his neck in a circular motion. He folds his arms as he looks down at his wife as she looks up at him, smirking.
JASON PHOENIX: “6 feet, 4 inches and 260 pounds… You might have twenty pounds over me and two inches, but it’s going to be no prevail for you. Size is a mere factor, especially when the numbers are so close together. You might be able to muscle up the abilities against smaller guys on this roster, but how are you going to fend off when you don’t have the monstrous lifestyle to support you? When the beast factor has been wedged through your fingers? I want you to pay attention to your reality. Try to stop living up to your nickname, the massive moron and gain just an ounce of intelligence before our match. Don’t be a moron this week. Don’t risk your career because of your moronic ways. Try to do your homework, read up on Jason Phoenix, and look at the history I have laid out for you. If not in just NAW, but 4CW, EHWF, ICW, and many other wrestling promotions. In my very first match Armenian Beast, I accomplished the unthinkable and won the UWE Championship. I represented the company because I was the very best superstar they have ever laid their eyes on. One match. My debut. I did it. I don’t expect to do it again because the past has already been written. Just like your future with me. This dance we are about to engage in has already happened. Do you know what the results say about our dance, Armenian Beast?”
He grins as he cocks his head up.
JASON PHOENIX: “The results are implying I am better than you in every single aspect of the meaning. I am the one who will stand tall after hitting you with the Death Sentence. I will be the one these fans are booing and chanting against as they look up at the future of this company! I am the one these fans love to hate because they will never understand me. They will never be able to comprehend my lifestyle or how I am as a powerful being. I am no regular man. I am no ordinary man. I am by far a moron, Armenian Beast. I am unbreakable. I am powerful. I am mentally superior. Armenian Beast, I wish you would just for a second put your moronic pride aside because your pride roots from ignorance. Just like the saying goes ignorance is bliss, but not in this instance. In this instance, ignorance is going to lead your astray. It’s going to lead you right into the depths of hell. Now Armenian Beast, I have to know—do you know how it feels to suffer? Do you know the true meaning of pain and agonizing defeat? You might think you do, but you have no idea. Stepping inside the ring of fire with me will only give you years upon years of torment, pain, and suffering. You will spend your entire existence trying to escape the depths of hell, but you will forever be in debt to the Phoenix. You will forever be paying for the sins of your horrible crimes against the Master of the Universe! Stop in your tracks and quit trying to build up momentum going into this match because you will be halted in your footsteps. You will be shown the error of your ways. This is a trial and error match for you. You want to try me, but you will not succeed. This match is going to prove to be your toughest and most impossible obstacle of your entire life!”
Morgan purses her lips as she starts to nod.
MORGAN ALVERTEZ: “You see Armenian Beast, my husband…”
She points to him as she frowns at the camera.
MORGAN ALVERTEZ: “Is the reason why you are even here. You would never have a career in this business had somebody like my husband made it possible for you. Do you think freaks were chosen people before my husband? No, prior to my husband freaks had to settle for hardcore championships because they were unfit for the headline placement. My husband broke through that glass ceiling and he continues to make headlines with every match he engages in. Armenian Beast, you can doubt my husband, but my husband doesn’t take it very well. You already know some of his thoughts and unfortunately for you, it only gets worst.”
She slides her tongue alongside the upper lip as she leans back with her head cocked to the side, eyebrow raised. She looks up at her husband.
JASON PHOENIX: “Let me try to reason with you before I close this up. Armenian Beast, you should take the advice of your entrance music. March or Die, but don’t march to the ring Armenian Beast… you should march right out of the arena Wednesday night. This will be robbing the fans of what they are owed in terms of a decent main event, but it will have salvaged what is left of your miserable wrestling career. What do you say? Are you going to march out of the arena Wednesday night or are you going to die at the hands of the tormented living legend Jason Phoenix!? I’m not helping you or giving you advice out of like Armenian Beast, so do not confuse the two. I am simply giving you advice to spare you since you lack any real competence. Unlike Noah Hanson or James Edwards, you have no real idea about what you are up against. They knew who I was and what I am capable of doing. They refused to listen to the truth, but you? You really don’t know a single thing. You are just a stupid, stupid man and even though, there is no excuse for stupidity—I blame it on your upbringing. You weren’t born here like many Americans. You came from a land where all they understood was war and genocide. Unfortunately, your parents were not victimized by the genocide, which would have spared the world the pain of having to endure a speech from your lips. Yes, I don’t give advice often. Don’t step out of character and try to reason with an incompetent idiot very often, so with that said, I recommend you listen well. I have an entire army at my disposal and although I don’t need them, they won’t hesitate to destroy who is in front of me! I own the NAW now and I have all the cards in my hand.”
He looks at Mike Smith who starts to nod. He turns around and starts to walk through the doorway. Morgan looks over at her husband as she also starts to walk out. The cameras watch her from behind as she struts in the dark hallway. Jason Phoenix cracks the joints in his neck as he starts to close his eyes.
JASON PHOENIX: “The moral of the story is this, don’t be a fool. Don’t take this as the ultimate opportunity to boost your career to the next level because it is NOT your opportunity! This is not your big break, Armenian Beast. Don’t be a MORON! You won’t win!
He opens his eyes as the cameras zoom in on the whites of his eyes while the background feels with rage and red. The scene fades to black.
MORGAN ALVERTEZ: “This has to be the most insulting of the matches you have received in this company since we have arrived. I find their dangling the Horizon Championship over your head like a piece of meat downright cruel and unusual punishment. After all, you are the new face of this damn company and there’s nobody, especially this Armenian Beast, that can stop you!”
She presses her hands together as she holds them up to her husband’s chest, tapping her fingertips against his flesh. He glances down at her hands before grabbing them with his right hand, bringing them up to his lips. He gently kisses them and grins viciously.
JASON PHOENIX: “I’m in no rush to claim the Horizon Championship, my queen. You see, in due time I will soon be the next Legacy Championship. I go through whomever and whenever they want, but when it’s my time to claim the NAW’s throne, I will do so swiftly and brutally. I will be the new centerpiece of his company and they will all learn to worship the Master of the Universe!”
He raises his right arm above his head with his hand clenched into a fist. He looks up at the sky with his eyes slightly closed while Morgan has her hands resting on his stomach. She rests the side of her head against his chest as she closes hers. He looks down and starts to pet her hair.
JASON PHOENIX: “How many times have I been denied in wrestling promotions? How many times have I been thrown worthless little filler acts to distract me from my agendas? Too many, my queen. And guess what? Eventually, they have all come around. They have gotten so sick and tired of me killing off their entire rosters. Just like I am doing in NAW. Soon, there won’t be anybody else to get in my way of claiming that Legacy Championship.”
He lowers his hands down to his midsection as he starts to circle it. He looks down as Morgan looks up with a smirk on her face.
MORGAN ALVERTEZ: “You always did have a way to tolerate the most repulsive of people, my king. How I envy your strength.”
She twitches her nose as she starts to rub his chest.
JASON PHOENIX: “As you should, my queen. I am the reason why everything is going to start coming together in our lives again. We will be worshipped once again and very soon; we will be the royal couple of this industry. Everybody is going to envy us, my queen. You will be the dominant female and I will be the Lord of NAW! I will be the creator of professional wrestling! It is going to happen just like before. Imagine the fame you are going to get, my queen. Photoshoots, interviews, talk shows, magazine covers… you deserve it, my queen. All my success is to make you happy so your life is worthily. I will be the main event in NAW as you bask the fruit of my labor.”
Suddenly, engulfing the couple with his shadow is the enforcer Mike Smith as he creeps into the doorway. Jason Phoenix looks over his shoulder and stares at the muscular enforcer. He folds his arms and starts nodding while staring across at his leader.
MIKE SMITH: “You wanted to see me, Jay.”
He asks sternly.
JASON PHOENIX: “Aye yes, Michael Smith. It is quite an honor to have you grace us with your presence. It’s been a while since you’ve made an appearance on Meltdown and I think it’s only fair we include you this week.”
Morgan smirks confidently while she purses her lips while rubbing her hand across her husband’s back.
JASON PHOENIX: “What better way than to fight monster against monster? Show my opponent this week how much control over people’s souls I really have. He thinks his physical strength will be enough to help him prevail, but mental control can bring a mere mortal to his knees!”
Mike cracks a half-hearted smile as he nods in agreement.
MIKE SMITH: “Anything you want, boss.”
Jason Phoenix starts to nod his hands together while grinning at Mike.
MORGAN ALVERTEZ: “This is going to be ideal. The new Mr. Main Event of NAW is going to soar in the headlights! This company is finally going to witness their new God standing and basking in his spotlight! That ring belongs to my husband and I feel so terribly sympathetic for that pitiful excuse of a man! It just so happens, he’s going to find himself coming up short… the story of his life, hm?”
Phoenix licks his lips and starts to roll his neck in a circular motion. He folds his arms as he looks down at his wife as she looks up at him, smirking.
JASON PHOENIX: “6 feet, 4 inches and 260 pounds… You might have twenty pounds over me and two inches, but it’s going to be no prevail for you. Size is a mere factor, especially when the numbers are so close together. You might be able to muscle up the abilities against smaller guys on this roster, but how are you going to fend off when you don’t have the monstrous lifestyle to support you? When the beast factor has been wedged through your fingers? I want you to pay attention to your reality. Try to stop living up to your nickname, the massive moron and gain just an ounce of intelligence before our match. Don’t be a moron this week. Don’t risk your career because of your moronic ways. Try to do your homework, read up on Jason Phoenix, and look at the history I have laid out for you. If not in just NAW, but 4CW, EHWF, ICW, and many other wrestling promotions. In my very first match Armenian Beast, I accomplished the unthinkable and won the UWE Championship. I represented the company because I was the very best superstar they have ever laid their eyes on. One match. My debut. I did it. I don’t expect to do it again because the past has already been written. Just like your future with me. This dance we are about to engage in has already happened. Do you know what the results say about our dance, Armenian Beast?”
He grins as he cocks his head up.
JASON PHOENIX: “The results are implying I am better than you in every single aspect of the meaning. I am the one who will stand tall after hitting you with the Death Sentence. I will be the one these fans are booing and chanting against as they look up at the future of this company! I am the one these fans love to hate because they will never understand me. They will never be able to comprehend my lifestyle or how I am as a powerful being. I am no regular man. I am no ordinary man. I am by far a moron, Armenian Beast. I am unbreakable. I am powerful. I am mentally superior. Armenian Beast, I wish you would just for a second put your moronic pride aside because your pride roots from ignorance. Just like the saying goes ignorance is bliss, but not in this instance. In this instance, ignorance is going to lead your astray. It’s going to lead you right into the depths of hell. Now Armenian Beast, I have to know—do you know how it feels to suffer? Do you know the true meaning of pain and agonizing defeat? You might think you do, but you have no idea. Stepping inside the ring of fire with me will only give you years upon years of torment, pain, and suffering. You will spend your entire existence trying to escape the depths of hell, but you will forever be in debt to the Phoenix. You will forever be paying for the sins of your horrible crimes against the Master of the Universe! Stop in your tracks and quit trying to build up momentum going into this match because you will be halted in your footsteps. You will be shown the error of your ways. This is a trial and error match for you. You want to try me, but you will not succeed. This match is going to prove to be your toughest and most impossible obstacle of your entire life!”
Morgan purses her lips as she starts to nod.
MORGAN ALVERTEZ: “You see Armenian Beast, my husband…”
She points to him as she frowns at the camera.
MORGAN ALVERTEZ: “Is the reason why you are even here. You would never have a career in this business had somebody like my husband made it possible for you. Do you think freaks were chosen people before my husband? No, prior to my husband freaks had to settle for hardcore championships because they were unfit for the headline placement. My husband broke through that glass ceiling and he continues to make headlines with every match he engages in. Armenian Beast, you can doubt my husband, but my husband doesn’t take it very well. You already know some of his thoughts and unfortunately for you, it only gets worst.”
She slides her tongue alongside the upper lip as she leans back with her head cocked to the side, eyebrow raised. She looks up at her husband.
JASON PHOENIX: “Let me try to reason with you before I close this up. Armenian Beast, you should take the advice of your entrance music. March or Die, but don’t march to the ring Armenian Beast… you should march right out of the arena Wednesday night. This will be robbing the fans of what they are owed in terms of a decent main event, but it will have salvaged what is left of your miserable wrestling career. What do you say? Are you going to march out of the arena Wednesday night or are you going to die at the hands of the tormented living legend Jason Phoenix!? I’m not helping you or giving you advice out of like Armenian Beast, so do not confuse the two. I am simply giving you advice to spare you since you lack any real competence. Unlike Noah Hanson or James Edwards, you have no real idea about what you are up against. They knew who I was and what I am capable of doing. They refused to listen to the truth, but you? You really don’t know a single thing. You are just a stupid, stupid man and even though, there is no excuse for stupidity—I blame it on your upbringing. You weren’t born here like many Americans. You came from a land where all they understood was war and genocide. Unfortunately, your parents were not victimized by the genocide, which would have spared the world the pain of having to endure a speech from your lips. Yes, I don’t give advice often. Don’t step out of character and try to reason with an incompetent idiot very often, so with that said, I recommend you listen well. I have an entire army at my disposal and although I don’t need them, they won’t hesitate to destroy who is in front of me! I own the NAW now and I have all the cards in my hand.”
He looks at Mike Smith who starts to nod. He turns around and starts to walk through the doorway. Morgan looks over at her husband as she also starts to walk out. The cameras watch her from behind as she struts in the dark hallway. Jason Phoenix cracks the joints in his neck as he starts to close his eyes.
JASON PHOENIX: “The moral of the story is this, don’t be a fool. Don’t take this as the ultimate opportunity to boost your career to the next level because it is NOT your opportunity! This is not your big break, Armenian Beast. Don’t be a MORON! You won’t win!
He opens his eyes as the cameras zoom in on the whites of his eyes while the background feels with rage and red. The scene fades to black.