Post by LiamJR24 on Jun 19, 2012 22:58:50 GMT -5
Liam Reilly is making his way through the backstage area, after his victory at Rapture over Johnny Scumm and Ricky Runn. He has a wide grin on his face, having just earned the Number One Contendership for the Platinum Championship. However, as he walks through to his dressing room, no-one meets his eye and a few people deliberately divert their attention away from him. Noticing this, Liam looks puzzled as to what has provoked this. Having arrived at the arena much later than usual, and not spoken to any members of PCW staff, he’s out of the loop. Assuming something is wrong with his appearance, he seeks out a mirror. He checks his reflection, muttering to himself.
Liam Reilly: “I must have a pimple or something, or I got some colour and didn’t realise...I can’t see anything though. What is everyone’s problem?”
Shrugging, Liam continues on his way to his locker room. However, as he notices more and more people seemingly blanking him, he begins to get paranoid again and starts looking behind him, worried that he’s being followed. Again he starts muttering to himself.
Liam: “Are the 3 Ninja Turtle dudes stalking me or something?”
Satisfied that he isn’t being followed, he reaches his locker room and enters. Terrell Ryder is already sat inside, waiting for Liam’s appearance and flanked by two police officers. He has a look of pure fury on his face. As Liam enters, Terrell stands up and addresses Liam in a stern, but quiet, tone of voice.
Terrell Ryder: “Shut the door Liam”.
Liam looks anxiously at his boss, not taking his eyes off him as he closes the door to his locker room. As it closes, Terrell’s previous restraint disappears and he begins yelling, pointing accusingly at Liam as he does so.
Terrell: “DID YOU REALLY THINK YOU WERE GONNA GET AWAY WITH THIS, YOU FUCKING CLOWN? YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST MAKE ME LOOK BAD AND I WASN’T GONNA KNOW?”
Liam looks genuinely non-plussed and merely stares, open mouthed, at Terrell, waiting for him to explain.
Terrell: “Close your damn mouth, you look like a goldfish. Now what the fuck did you think you were doing, trying to beat up a 14 year old kid at a wrestling academy, while representing my company, you stupid son of a bitch? Now I’ve got one of my employees facing charges from somebody that I promised help to”.
Liam’s confusion turns to horror as he recalls the incident, and he buries his face in his hands. After a few seconds, he looks back up and begins to explain.
Liam: “Oh God, Mr. Ryder I’m so sorry. I had a total meltdown becaus-“.
Terrell: “Shut the fuck up, I don’t give a shit what your reasons were, you made my company look bad. You’re becoming a liability, and that is one thing my business neither needs, nor wants. I should fire you on the spot, let Daniel Ice take your ass to court, watch you get sent to jail and never speak your name again”.
This announcement draws a look of absolute fear onto Liam’s face and he begins to shake his head, pleadingly.
Liam: “Mr. Ryder please don’t do this to me, I have a title match in two w-“.
Terrell: “What part of ‘Shut the fuck up’ did you not understand numb nuts. I’m talking, you listen. Like I said, I should fire you and erase you from memory. But we got a Pay-Per-View coming up and you’re in one of my big money making matches and if you win, I can’t go firing one of my champions, it’s bad for business”.
Terrell pauses briefly, as if weighing up the situation in his mind.
Terrell: “But, then again, I can’t have you turning up for a match drunk, fucking up a move and injuring, or even killing, someone. Which leaves me with a dilemma”.
Liam puts his head in his hands again, fearing the worst, and on the verge of tears.
Terrell: “Luckily for you, I found a way around all of this that works out for all parties concerned. For starters, as a way of saying sorry, I’ve arranged for every student at the Fire and Ice Academy is going to Universal Studios and you’re gonna pay for it. That got Daniel Ice off my back, but still leaves me with your stupid ass to worry about. But never let it be said that Terrell Ryder is not a smart man. So you will get your title shot at Slamathon III, and your ass is staying out of jail”.
Liam looks up at Terrell, his eyes now slightly reddened by tears, visibly breathes a huge sigh of relief and relaxes. Terrell’s’ face is still as stern as before
Terrell: “Don’t go looking so proud of yourself dumbass, I’m not done yet. Your ass may be staying out of jail, but I’m not taking any risks, so instead you’re getting shipped off to rehab. Starting tomorrow, you’re getting a 7-Day intensive rehab course, which you’re paying for, and if you say no then not only do you lose your title shot, but these two fine gentlemen (Terrell motions to the policemen either side of him) will be taking you right to the nearest correctional facility, where you’ll stay indefinitely until a judge sees fit to give you a sentence. You see, this way, I don’t spend any money, your dumb ass gets to appear on my show, to get your title shot and make me more money and you don’t kill anyone. Everybody wins.”.
Liam looks stunned and once again stares open mouthed at his boss, seemingly unable to move, before closing his eyes and nodding with an air of resignation.
Liam: “…Ok”.
Terrell looks indignantly at Liam.
Terrell: “‘Ok’? I just saved your damn career and stopped you from going to jail and all I get in return is ‘Ok’? You ungrateful punk, you should be kissing my feet. I could just let you go to jail. I mean, I’d have to settle for putting in a substitute for you, and I’ll make less money, but I’d be rid of a liability, so it works out fine for me either way. Count yourself lucky I’m doing you a favour”.
Liam looks dejectedly back at Terrell.
Liam: “I know, I’m sorry, I just don’t like the idea of going to rehab. They’ll tell me I’ve got a million and one problems and then make me listen to a bunch of losers whine about how their kids hate them. I just want to think more about my match than some assholes with DUIs”.
Terrell: “Well after careful consideration, I’m gonna go ahead and not give a crap. I’m giving you a chance to avoid being a massive disappointment, so you’re going to take it and you’re going to like it. Any questions? No? Good. Now get your shit packed up and get out of here. If you’re not at that rehab clinic at 9am tomorrow morning, I’ll make sure you’re in jail by 10”.
Terrell hands Liam an un-addressed envelope.
Terrell: “Here’s your referral letter and the information about the facility, including directions. Now you got no excuses to not show up. And, like I said – rehab by 9 or jail by 10, it’s your choice. I win either way”.
Liam doesn’t respond and simply stares at the envelope, looking like a broken man.
Terrell: “As much as I’d love to watch you stare at a piece of paper, I’ve got a show to run. This is your last chance, so don’t fuck it up”.
With that, Terrell simply walks past Liam, policemen in tow, and exits Liam’s locker room. Liam continues to stare at the envelope, but regains enough composure to sit down on a nearby chair. He breathes another sigh, though this is out of exasperation, rather than relief, before dropping the envelope on the floor and resting his hands on his chin, pondering his options.
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9 Days Later
A selection of journalists is gathered in a moderately large press room, all seated on chairs in front of a platform, positioned centrally in the room, with a single table, chair and an array of microphones. A group of photographers are crouched on one side of the room, opposite from a set of double doors. The doors open and Liam Reilly steps through them, dressed in a black suit. The photographers' cameras click and flash as they take Liam's picture. Liam walks up onto the platform and sits at the micced up table.
Liam: "Thank you ladies and gentlemen for coming to this press conference. As a lot of you already know by now, I've been receiving rehabilitation treatment at Acorn Ridge Rehabilitational Clinic for alcohol abuse. I've been given the all clear to wrestle and continue to compete. However, I'm not discharging myself fully and will continue to receive treatment for the foreseeable future. I will still be competing at Slamathon III to take on Draven Logan Kennedy for his Platinum Championship".
“Since winning the title from Steve Storme, Draven’s been nothing but an embarrassment to the history and lineage of the PCW Platinum Championship. I mean he’s won, what, two matches since he became champion? He needed the PCW World Heavyweight Champion’s help in one of those, and in the other, all he did was beat some clown from the cesspool of retards known as WKF in a first blood match, only to lose to the exact same guy like 2 weeks later. Do you know what I’ve done, while Draven’s gone from failure to failure? I almost became LW World Heavyweight Champion, I’ve legally killed Jerry Static, I’ve beaten one of PCW’s most sadistic Brawl Champions, Johnny Scumm, and then I beat not only him but Ricky Runn as well, with an injured knee".
A journalist raises her hand and Liam nods at her.
Journalist: "Are you worried about the potential impact that The Dark Apocalypse in this match?"
Liam: “Well, so far I don’t think I’ve seen anything to be scared of. What have Draven’s little satanic gangbang done to make me worry about them? His wife is a moron, his big ugly boyfriend hasn’t even had a match and all the Dark Apocalypse has done so far is beat up a defenceless woman, who is about as strong as my right leg. No disrespect to Mya Denton, but if Draven’s little collection of freaks try and play any part in this match, they’ll find that I’m much better equipped than Mya is, to make them choke on their own teeth when I kick them down their throat. But, you know, I think his band of merry - well, I’d call them men, but I think Alice is the only one out of all of them with anything vaguely resembling a penis, so we’ll just call them his band of merry morons - I think THEY are more scared of interfering than I am because they know I have back-up, and these three cowards like to play the numbers game. 3-on-1, they might’ve taken a chance, but with Stevie Miller and Casey Tanner backing me up, they know they’re facing even odds and they just don’t have the stones to take that bet. Without the numbers advantage, Draven really runs out of options. He can't rely on the only things that got him his only wins as Platinum Champ. Draven, remember this. At Slamathon, Michael Morrison won’t be running in to knock me out with his world title, because I think he respects me just like I respect him".
Liam notices some stunned faces in the crowd.
“That’s right, I’m a Michael Morrison guy and I wish the champ all the luck in the world against Leon Lonewolf, not that I think he’s gonna need it. But also remember, Draven, I'm not some mug from WKF. I'm one of PCW's biggest talents and I'm going to prove it to you on Saturday. And Draven, I've always believed in one thing - there’s a difference between someone who has a title belt and a champion. You’ve swanned around with the PCW Platinum Title for almost 2 months, but you haven’t walked the walk of a champion for a single day. No true champion gangs up on a defenceless young woman with his friends. You haven’t won a single match cleanly since you won the Platinum title. Your actions have tainted the Platinum Championship with darkness, but at Slamathon, that darkness will be Redeemed and, while you will walk in as a man with a title belt, I will walk out as the PCW Platinum Champion”.
With this, Liam simply gets up and walks out of the press conference, as the photographers snap a few last images of him.
Liam Reilly: “I must have a pimple or something, or I got some colour and didn’t realise...I can’t see anything though. What is everyone’s problem?”
Shrugging, Liam continues on his way to his locker room. However, as he notices more and more people seemingly blanking him, he begins to get paranoid again and starts looking behind him, worried that he’s being followed. Again he starts muttering to himself.
Liam: “Are the 3 Ninja Turtle dudes stalking me or something?”
Satisfied that he isn’t being followed, he reaches his locker room and enters. Terrell Ryder is already sat inside, waiting for Liam’s appearance and flanked by two police officers. He has a look of pure fury on his face. As Liam enters, Terrell stands up and addresses Liam in a stern, but quiet, tone of voice.
Terrell Ryder: “Shut the door Liam”.
Liam looks anxiously at his boss, not taking his eyes off him as he closes the door to his locker room. As it closes, Terrell’s previous restraint disappears and he begins yelling, pointing accusingly at Liam as he does so.
Terrell: “DID YOU REALLY THINK YOU WERE GONNA GET AWAY WITH THIS, YOU FUCKING CLOWN? YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST MAKE ME LOOK BAD AND I WASN’T GONNA KNOW?”
Liam looks genuinely non-plussed and merely stares, open mouthed, at Terrell, waiting for him to explain.
Terrell: “Close your damn mouth, you look like a goldfish. Now what the fuck did you think you were doing, trying to beat up a 14 year old kid at a wrestling academy, while representing my company, you stupid son of a bitch? Now I’ve got one of my employees facing charges from somebody that I promised help to”.
Liam’s confusion turns to horror as he recalls the incident, and he buries his face in his hands. After a few seconds, he looks back up and begins to explain.
Liam: “Oh God, Mr. Ryder I’m so sorry. I had a total meltdown becaus-“.
Terrell: “Shut the fuck up, I don’t give a shit what your reasons were, you made my company look bad. You’re becoming a liability, and that is one thing my business neither needs, nor wants. I should fire you on the spot, let Daniel Ice take your ass to court, watch you get sent to jail and never speak your name again”.
This announcement draws a look of absolute fear onto Liam’s face and he begins to shake his head, pleadingly.
Liam: “Mr. Ryder please don’t do this to me, I have a title match in two w-“.
Terrell: “What part of ‘Shut the fuck up’ did you not understand numb nuts. I’m talking, you listen. Like I said, I should fire you and erase you from memory. But we got a Pay-Per-View coming up and you’re in one of my big money making matches and if you win, I can’t go firing one of my champions, it’s bad for business”.
Terrell pauses briefly, as if weighing up the situation in his mind.
Terrell: “But, then again, I can’t have you turning up for a match drunk, fucking up a move and injuring, or even killing, someone. Which leaves me with a dilemma”.
Liam puts his head in his hands again, fearing the worst, and on the verge of tears.
Terrell: “Luckily for you, I found a way around all of this that works out for all parties concerned. For starters, as a way of saying sorry, I’ve arranged for every student at the Fire and Ice Academy is going to Universal Studios and you’re gonna pay for it. That got Daniel Ice off my back, but still leaves me with your stupid ass to worry about. But never let it be said that Terrell Ryder is not a smart man. So you will get your title shot at Slamathon III, and your ass is staying out of jail”.
Liam looks up at Terrell, his eyes now slightly reddened by tears, visibly breathes a huge sigh of relief and relaxes. Terrell’s’ face is still as stern as before
Terrell: “Don’t go looking so proud of yourself dumbass, I’m not done yet. Your ass may be staying out of jail, but I’m not taking any risks, so instead you’re getting shipped off to rehab. Starting tomorrow, you’re getting a 7-Day intensive rehab course, which you’re paying for, and if you say no then not only do you lose your title shot, but these two fine gentlemen (Terrell motions to the policemen either side of him) will be taking you right to the nearest correctional facility, where you’ll stay indefinitely until a judge sees fit to give you a sentence. You see, this way, I don’t spend any money, your dumb ass gets to appear on my show, to get your title shot and make me more money and you don’t kill anyone. Everybody wins.”.
Liam looks stunned and once again stares open mouthed at his boss, seemingly unable to move, before closing his eyes and nodding with an air of resignation.
Liam: “…Ok”.
Terrell looks indignantly at Liam.
Terrell: “‘Ok’? I just saved your damn career and stopped you from going to jail and all I get in return is ‘Ok’? You ungrateful punk, you should be kissing my feet. I could just let you go to jail. I mean, I’d have to settle for putting in a substitute for you, and I’ll make less money, but I’d be rid of a liability, so it works out fine for me either way. Count yourself lucky I’m doing you a favour”.
Liam looks dejectedly back at Terrell.
Liam: “I know, I’m sorry, I just don’t like the idea of going to rehab. They’ll tell me I’ve got a million and one problems and then make me listen to a bunch of losers whine about how their kids hate them. I just want to think more about my match than some assholes with DUIs”.
Terrell: “Well after careful consideration, I’m gonna go ahead and not give a crap. I’m giving you a chance to avoid being a massive disappointment, so you’re going to take it and you’re going to like it. Any questions? No? Good. Now get your shit packed up and get out of here. If you’re not at that rehab clinic at 9am tomorrow morning, I’ll make sure you’re in jail by 10”.
Terrell hands Liam an un-addressed envelope.
Terrell: “Here’s your referral letter and the information about the facility, including directions. Now you got no excuses to not show up. And, like I said – rehab by 9 or jail by 10, it’s your choice. I win either way”.
Liam doesn’t respond and simply stares at the envelope, looking like a broken man.
Terrell: “As much as I’d love to watch you stare at a piece of paper, I’ve got a show to run. This is your last chance, so don’t fuck it up”.
With that, Terrell simply walks past Liam, policemen in tow, and exits Liam’s locker room. Liam continues to stare at the envelope, but regains enough composure to sit down on a nearby chair. He breathes another sigh, though this is out of exasperation, rather than relief, before dropping the envelope on the floor and resting his hands on his chin, pondering his options.
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9 Days Later
A selection of journalists is gathered in a moderately large press room, all seated on chairs in front of a platform, positioned centrally in the room, with a single table, chair and an array of microphones. A group of photographers are crouched on one side of the room, opposite from a set of double doors. The doors open and Liam Reilly steps through them, dressed in a black suit. The photographers' cameras click and flash as they take Liam's picture. Liam walks up onto the platform and sits at the micced up table.
Liam: "Thank you ladies and gentlemen for coming to this press conference. As a lot of you already know by now, I've been receiving rehabilitation treatment at Acorn Ridge Rehabilitational Clinic for alcohol abuse. I've been given the all clear to wrestle and continue to compete. However, I'm not discharging myself fully and will continue to receive treatment for the foreseeable future. I will still be competing at Slamathon III to take on Draven Logan Kennedy for his Platinum Championship".
“Since winning the title from Steve Storme, Draven’s been nothing but an embarrassment to the history and lineage of the PCW Platinum Championship. I mean he’s won, what, two matches since he became champion? He needed the PCW World Heavyweight Champion’s help in one of those, and in the other, all he did was beat some clown from the cesspool of retards known as WKF in a first blood match, only to lose to the exact same guy like 2 weeks later. Do you know what I’ve done, while Draven’s gone from failure to failure? I almost became LW World Heavyweight Champion, I’ve legally killed Jerry Static, I’ve beaten one of PCW’s most sadistic Brawl Champions, Johnny Scumm, and then I beat not only him but Ricky Runn as well, with an injured knee".
A journalist raises her hand and Liam nods at her.
Journalist: "Are you worried about the potential impact that The Dark Apocalypse in this match?"
Liam: “Well, so far I don’t think I’ve seen anything to be scared of. What have Draven’s little satanic gangbang done to make me worry about them? His wife is a moron, his big ugly boyfriend hasn’t even had a match and all the Dark Apocalypse has done so far is beat up a defenceless woman, who is about as strong as my right leg. No disrespect to Mya Denton, but if Draven’s little collection of freaks try and play any part in this match, they’ll find that I’m much better equipped than Mya is, to make them choke on their own teeth when I kick them down their throat. But, you know, I think his band of merry - well, I’d call them men, but I think Alice is the only one out of all of them with anything vaguely resembling a penis, so we’ll just call them his band of merry morons - I think THEY are more scared of interfering than I am because they know I have back-up, and these three cowards like to play the numbers game. 3-on-1, they might’ve taken a chance, but with Stevie Miller and Casey Tanner backing me up, they know they’re facing even odds and they just don’t have the stones to take that bet. Without the numbers advantage, Draven really runs out of options. He can't rely on the only things that got him his only wins as Platinum Champ. Draven, remember this. At Slamathon, Michael Morrison won’t be running in to knock me out with his world title, because I think he respects me just like I respect him".
Liam notices some stunned faces in the crowd.
“That’s right, I’m a Michael Morrison guy and I wish the champ all the luck in the world against Leon Lonewolf, not that I think he’s gonna need it. But also remember, Draven, I'm not some mug from WKF. I'm one of PCW's biggest talents and I'm going to prove it to you on Saturday. And Draven, I've always believed in one thing - there’s a difference between someone who has a title belt and a champion. You’ve swanned around with the PCW Platinum Title for almost 2 months, but you haven’t walked the walk of a champion for a single day. No true champion gangs up on a defenceless young woman with his friends. You haven’t won a single match cleanly since you won the Platinum title. Your actions have tainted the Platinum Championship with darkness, but at Slamathon, that darkness will be Redeemed and, while you will walk in as a man with a title belt, I will walk out as the PCW Platinum Champion”.
With this, Liam simply gets up and walks out of the press conference, as the photographers snap a few last images of him.
