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| [SCW-CW] Shaun Cruze vs. [UWA] Joanne Canellia; Immortals Bracket - Regular Match | |
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| Allocco | Feb 19 2012, 04:20 PM Post #1 |
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| The Jersery Devil Diva | Feb 25 2012, 01:28 PM Post #2 |
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Act 1: A New Challenge “I thoroughly disapprove of duels. If a man should challenge me, I would take him kindly and forgivingly by the hand and lead him to a quiet place and kill him.” Mark Twain ![]() The scene opens on a quiet neighborhood. The massive homes that were hidden behind the gates loomed out of over them, as the mail carrier made his rounds stopping at each of the gates. The lawns were kept manicured, even in the dead of winter the grass some how managed to be green. The bare trees loomed over the street filled with small sparrows singing their sweet songs to anyone that would listen. The camera soon focuses on of the many houses that lined the streets as a white van approached the gates. A man dressed in a suit approaches the van and looks over the papers that the driver hands him, and opens the gates letting them through. The van makes it way up the winding driveway under the tall trees the lined the driveway up to what looked like a house under construction. A few of the windows had been blown out, and a few of the doors had been kicked in, or riddled with what appeared to be bullets. A black limo soon pulls up and stops at the bottom of the stairs, and out steps Joanne Canelli. She looks up at the house and sighs. The attack had come out of nowhere, and one she never saw coming. It had been a trusted friend that had made the move, and now it was time for revenge and blood shed. One thing no Don ever wanted to see in their city. It had been almost 10 years since the last war among the families and another one had begun once more. Joanne starts for the front door, as Reno, Rude, and Scarpaci follow behind taking in the damage that had been done. Joanne: It looks like they're almost done. Reno: Yeah, it looks like most of the windows have been replaced. We really need to get bullet proof ones. Joanne: I'm startin' to think that's a really good idea. The last few times we've been hit they destroy everythin' that has any glass. Scarpaci: It looks like the tiger got a couple of poor bastards that came over the wall. Rude: About 6 of ours guys got taken out. What do you want to do about that boss? Joanne stops in her tracks, and sighs. Her mind flashes back to that night, and how peaceful it was. Flashback... Feb 13, 2012 The stars were shinning brightly over the Canelli estate, and the moon glistened casting its rays to the earth below. The guards made their rounds of the grounds, with the attack dogs in tow. The tiger paced it's massive enclosure, as if waiting for something to happen. Joanne and the others had settled in for another evening, after a long afternoon of meetings, and errands. The life of a Don was never quiet, nor was it ever simple. Her schedule was tight with matches in the UWA and being on the road for a couple days at a time. Valentine's Day was a day away and everything had to be ready by then. She had a surprise for Reno that he would never forget, and it was something that she had been planning for a while. Joanne soon heads to her office, as shadows move across the lawn toward the house. A sound of muffled screams could be heard coming from the Tiger enclosure, as two of the guards fall to the ground. The lights go out in the house, and Joanne sighs, clicking on her cell phone to get enough light to see in the darkness. Reno: Joanne? Where are you? Joanne: I'm in the hallway headin' toward my office. She feels Reno's hands on her chest, and she smacks him lightly as Reno hands her a flashlight. Reno: I don't think this a power outage... Joanne: Why do you say that? Rude: Because we're in the living room and one of ours fell onto the deck dead. Joanne: What? Damn it. Find the rest and make sure they're all right. Reno: What about you? Joanne: I'll be fine in my office. Rude: Hell no. If anything happened to you, your father would kill us. We're sticking together! Joanne: I gave you an order. If they think they can take me out they better think again. If I die, I'm takin' a few with me. Now go. Reno: If anything happens to you... Joanne: I know. I'll be fine. She turns and walks into her office, closing the door behind her. She hits a button on the corner of her desk, and a drawer slides out revealing a desert eagle. She pulls it out, and checks the chamber before sitting on the black leather couch that sat against the wall. A shadow moved along the balcony and the sound of smashing glass made her jump a little. This has happened before but this time she was ready. The figure walks into the office, and turns the chair around, seeing that Joanne wasn't there. He looks around the office, but doesn't see Joanne move along the couch, and behind him, as he walked to the office door. Joanne grabs him, and puts the gun to his head. Joanne: All right asshole, who sent you? Man: I have no clue. I was just paid a large amount of money, and told to come here. Joanne: Now we can do this two ways... I can beat the holy hell out of you and you can tell me before I finish you off, or I can stand here with my gun to your head, and play Russian Roulette until you decide to tell me. color=#fff]Man: Fuck you![/color] Joanne kicks him down, and holds the gun in front of him. She removes 5 of the bullets and closes it back up. Joanne: All right, I'm goin' to ask you again... Who sent you? Man: I'm not going to tell you. Joanne points the desert eagle at the guy that was on his knees, only to have it click. Joanne sighs, and looks down at him again. Joanne: So far your luck is goin' pretty well. Who sent you? Man: I don't know... It was some guy in a suit. Joanne: See, that really doesn't help me... You know his name and I want it. Now so far you've had two chances to stay alive, the other 4 might not be so lucky. Man: I'm telling you the truth! I have no idea! Joanne pulls the trigger again, and still nothing. She smirks, and cocks it again. Once more she pulls the trigger and nothing. Two shots left, and his luck was starting to fade. Joanne: You have two chances left. If I were you I would tell me everythin' you know. Man: All right, all right... I'll tell you. It was Giovanni. Joanne: Why? Man: I don't fucking know! He didn't tell us all of the details! He just wants you out of the picture! Joanne lowers her gun, as he starts to get up. She points the gun at his head once again, and pulls the trigger as the scene fades to black. End flashback... Joanne snaps out of her thoughts, as Reno taps her on the shoulder. She smiles softly, as they head inside, where a small pile of mail had been kept while the renovations were being done. Reno: Are you all right? Joanne: Yeah I'm fine. Just thinkin' about what happened last week. At least everythin' is almost done. Rude: Hey boss... I think this is for you. Joanne: Who's it from? Rude: It's from Majestic Wrestling. Joanne takes the envelope and looks at it. It was addressed to "Joanne Canellia". Joanne sighs, and slowly opens the letter. Joanne: Really? They didn't even spell my name right. Scarpaci: Damn they can't spell that's for sure. Joanne: How hard is to spell Canelli? I mean really... Reno: Who's the match against? Joanne: It's against Shaun Cruze from the SCW-CW. I never even heard of the place. It doesn't matter. This won't be too tough I think. Scarpaci: what about the UWA? I mean you have a match this week... Joanne: I imagine they'll give me time off for this. This is goin' to be somethin' I have never done before, and I'm goin' to go as far as I can. Rude: That would be something. I mean if you make it all the way to the top, it would be great publicity for the UWA. Joanne: IF I win? No, it'll be WHEN I win this little tourney. I'm goin' to go and see what my office looks like. Hopefully they have the window fixed. Reno: All right. We'll be in the kitchen if you need us. The guys walk away as Joanne starts down the hallway toward her office. A few bullet holes were still in the walls, and a few of the picture frames had been broken. Joanne sighs, as she looks at one of the pictures of when she was a young girl. She takes it down and looks it, pulling the picture out of the broken glass, heading to her office once again. Joanne reaches the door to her office, and opens it seeing the window had been repaired, and the long curtains had been removed to be dry cleaned, and fixed before being put up again. The shattered glass had been removed, but the blood stains still remained. Joanne: I have to say that I'm not thrilled with the fact that they spelled my name wrong, but mistakes can be fixed. The one that will not be fixed is when you step into the ring against me Shaun. I have never heard of you, nor do I really care what you have accomplished in your life or your career. You see I'm in this tournament to win, not to make friends, or learn about anyone's troubled childhood, or anythin' else for that matter. Joanne walks to a glass case that sits above the fireplace, and smiles as she looks at the glistening golden title that sat in the case. It was her first title, and it was something that she had treasured. She held a World Title for at least 2 months before losing it on a fluke of a match. She sighs, and walks to another case that held two more titles, that still shimmered as brightly as when she had first gotten then. Joanne: I've been at this a long time, and almost every fed that I have been in I walked away with a title of some sort. I don't play nice, and I should never be underestimated by anyone. When my home was attacked I stood my ground, and showed them that I wasn't goin' to back down no matter what. If I died then so be it. My death would have been avenged, and no one would have lived through it. But I turned the tables, and managed to keep control of the whole situation. Our match won't be any different. People underestimate me, and end up on the mat quicker then they even realize. Joanne turns and walks over to her desk, and notices that the drawer where the desert eagle had been kept was still open. She sighs and closes it before sitting down in the black leather chair and turned to the window. Joanne: I'm sure I'm goin' to get some generic response of how you are goin' to kick my ass and move on to the next round, while I'm left behind, so I'm goin' to totally ignore it, and move on to the next round while you are lyin' on the mat cryin' and plottin' your revenge against me. Shaun I really hope you know what you are gettin' into when you step into that ring with me durin' this first round, because I'm not goin' to go easy on you, nor will I stop until I get what I want and make it to the top. We are the Mafioso, and we get paid to kick your ass. See you soon. Joanne just smiles to herself as she watches repairmen walk along the balcony heading to another section of the house to fix another window, knowing she had a challenge ahead of her, but it was nothing she couldn't handle. She leans back in her chair, staring out the window as the scene fades to black. |
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| Cruze | Feb 28 2012, 02:40 PM Post #3 |
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THOUGHTS Ever since I have entered this industry I have been attempting one thing, and one thing alone, to make my own name in a business where my brother had excelled not that long ago. If he had wrestled ten, maybe twenty years ago, perhaps the journey wouldn’t have been so arduous, but because he was so fresh in the memory of those that flocked to arena’s worldwide, I had been given an unforgiving task But I had gone about my business in a manner befitting the name, never wavering from path that was laid out in front of me. In the beginning I had attained massive success, but then it had stalled, and I had faltered, but ironically it was that failure which had driven me on so much more than the victories. I saw what it would take to be the very best; I finally knew what I had to do. I had to seek out all challenges; I had to test myself at every corner…I had to show that there was life in wrestling for my family, even if it wasn’t my brother that was heading up the charge. That’s why now, even with my SCW commitments reaching fever pitch, I agreed, no, I volunteered to take part in the annual God of Wrestling tournament, because this was where the very best in the industry could be found. I could test myself against these individuals, and indeed see how far how I had come, and also I could represent the company which was now my home. My opponent may have had the audacity to say she had never heard of Supreme Championship Wrestling, and never heard of the name Cruze, but by the time this round of matches was over, she would be well aware of the credentials of both. And would be wishing that instead of taking the same generic path of many before her, she had instead took the time to do her homework, and learn of what she was about to face. PRESENT DAY - LONDON ENGLAND EARLY AFTERNOON The sun shines high in the Spring afternoon sky, it’s not providing the warmth they would in the summer, but certainly providing a change to the cold weather which the country had been experiencing for the better part of the last two weeks. Shaun looks out over the vast stadium in front of him, the realisation of an ambition which went all the way back to his child hood, to stand on the turf at Wembley, the national stadium, much like many of his heroes had done. He’d never been able to afford it in the past, his parents hadn’t been well off, but with the trappings of the wrestling business now coming to fruit, and his new recently improved SCW contract, although he had a house, and the car, this was the one thing that had given him the most pleasure. Shaun: Will you just look at this Pixie…it’s amazing Pixie: Yeah… She wasn’t so convinced, and was beginning to wonder why she had been dragged away from the amazing shops that London provided to stand in an empty football stadium. Shaun laughs; he had felt the same as she dragged him round one of the many shopping centres they had already visited. Shaun: Oh come on, do you realise the history of this place? Pixie: Wasn’t all the history in the old one, the one they knocked down? Shaun: Yeah, but it’s the location isn’t it, the grandeur of the place? Pixie: I can see why you’re getting excited… Shaun: Just imagine if the SCW came here, a world title match in front of my own countrymen… He closes his eyes, and can almost feel the roar of the fans as he made his way down the ramp. The acclaim as he finally got his hands on the SCW World Heavyweight title, lifting it aloft to the crowds and crowds of people who have willed him towards victory. Pixie pulls on his arm, waking him from the daydream with a start. Pixie: OK, we’ve seen everything now…can we go get some lunch now, I’m starving. Shaun: Yeah…ok. Pixie smiles, and makes her way down the tunnel, but Shaun stands there for a few more moments, once again looking around the impressive stadium, his mind again beginning to wander. Pixie: SHAUN!!! Shaun doesn’t turn immediately, but stares in front of him, his eyes focussed on the middle of the pitch Shaun: One day Wembley…one day SIX MONTHS AGO Shaun stands in the showers, the warm water flowing over his aching body. Every sinew, every extent of his being seemed to ache, having gone through the most humiliating experience of his life. Now, as the water spills onto this face, and with his eyes closed, he realised just how far he still had to go to be regarded as capable of standing atop the SCW. He’d poked the big bear with the stick, and he had been well and truly bitten. “Shaun, you still here man?” Shaun recognised the voice of his brother Orlando, who had made the trip for moral support. On hearing his voice, his mood considerably worsened, as he realised that not only had he let himself down, but that his brother would also be wondering what the hell just happened. He’d had him…Shawn Winters was flailing, looking for a way out of the match, desperately trying to get himself disqualified, and Shaun had fallen for the sucker punch, just as he had been warned he would, he simply wasn’t championship calibre yet and it hurt…it hurt badly. On the biggest stage of them all he had failed miserably Shaun: Yeah, I’m here Lando, just a sec. He turns off the water, and grabs a towel, wrapping it around himself before stepping out of the cubicle and into the locker room which was empty except for the two of them. Shaun doesn’t look at Orlando, and instead walks over to the bench, sitting himself down. He sits there in silence, and Orlando knows he has to speak first, but he also knew precisely what Shaun was going through right now Orlando: Not a lot of fun is it? Shaun finally looks up, his eyes bearing the disappointment of a beaten man Shaun: What? Orlando: Seeing a world title slip through your fingers like that. With another towel he dries his hair, not really feeling up to this conversation right now. Orlando is undeterred however. Orlando: The feeling that you have let everyone down around you, including yourself. Feeling humiliated, like you’ll never get the chance again Orlando was hitting a nerve, and that’s why Shaun was trying not to pay him any attention. Orlando: Like you don’t belong… Shaun: Ok, shut it already. I get it ok, I lost; I’m nowhere near as good as I thought I was. Just shut it will you…shut it Orlando smiles and this just serves to annoy Shaun even more Shaun: What’s so funny Orlando? Shawn Winters just made me look an idiot in front of all those fans. I’m right back where I started now, at the bottom of the pile, just because I thought I was capable of competing in the main event. All become I wanted to see how far I had come, I now find myself back where I was before I won the Adrenaline title, before I put together those twelve straight wins. Orlando walks over to the bench and takes a seat beside Shaun, the smile still etched onto his face Orlando: You really believe that? Shaun: Which bit? Orlando: All of it really? You think those people think you are stupid? You really think I feel let down? Let me tell you something right now Shaun, those people out there is surprised, all the way from those sat in the cheap seats to Olek himself. They are surprised that you nearly, so very nearly took the world title away from one of the SCW greats tonight. You had the world champion desperately looking for a way out, because he knew, just like we all did at ringside, that you had him. Yes, you may have let him off the hook, but that’s lack of experience, not a lack of talent. And as for me feeling let down Shaun, I assure you brother, right now I have never felt so proud of you in my life. Tonight you showed a lot of people, Shawn Winters included, just how tough you are, and no one will ever treat a match with you as a foregone conclusion again Shaun looks at Orlando, looking for a signs that these are just words, an attempt to make him feel better, but he found now. The words were sincere, he was proud, but how could he find any pride in a defeat? Shaun: But, surely I aimed too high? I had any title shot I wanted, if I’d have gone for the United States, or Adrenaline Championship, I could have been a champion right now Orlando: Maybe, but you can’t say that for certain can you? You may have been able to win the Adrenaline championship again, but what would that have proven, not just to yourself, but to all those fans in the arena. You knew the likelihood of you winning this match was slim, and yes, you have found out the hard way how hard a world title defeat is to take, but losing the Adrenaline title match, that would have been one that would have truly seen you sitting back at the bottom of the pile. Right now, I can assure you, you are in the mind of the SCW committee as a potential world champion, and the future of this company. That for me isn’t a failure. When Orlando said it, it seemed to make perfect sense. But how could a loss represent a success? He was finding it difficult to understand. Shaun: I sort of get what you are saying… Orlando: Let me try and say it another way Shaun. Victories are fantastic, and titles, yes that are a marker of how far you have come, but the one thing that helps you grow as a person is the agony of defeat. You felt it yourself, winning those twelve matches in a row was great, but the minute you lost, you didn’t know how to react, and all the self-doubts came flooding back. The only way to take defeats Shaun is to learn from them, and ensure you don’t make the same mistakes, and allow them to happen again. You know your strengths; they are strengths for a reason, your weaknesses are the things you must work on, and you only realise those weaknesses when someone has used them to their advantage, just like Shawn Winters just did. Understand? It was beginning to sink in; suddenly losing didn’t feel like the end of the world like it did before. He’d wrestled a good match, but he had made a mistake at the wrong time and been punished. He would indeed learn from that, ready for the next time, whenever that was. He nods, and Orlando places a hand on his shoulder, happy to have been able to help. There was one more thing he wanted to say though, something he had hoped would sink in on its own, and something that was sitting like an albatross around Shaun’s neck. Orlando: Good…and whilst I am dishing out advice, can you just take on board one more thing which I believe is holding you back more than anything? Shaun: Sure. Orlando: I know you wanted to emulate what I did in IWC, and I know you claimed the world title there, but you need to forget about it, forget it ever existed. The IWC was an historic company, but it has gone now, and you work for the new super power in the business and for you to advance within its ranks, you need to do forget the IWC existed, and anything I ever did, and immerse yourself in the SCW, and all that the initials stand for. The ULW and then IWC meant the world to me Shaun, but the SCW is special in the same way. You cannot be in it for yourself, you need to breathe, no, bleed Supreme Championship Wrestling, if you want to be its future. The fans demand something from their heroes, and unless you believe, truly believe in the company they will see right through you. Shaun nods, taking in all the advice which is gratefully received. Orlando gets to his feet, patting his brother on the back Orlando: Now get dressed…let’s get you home He turns and heads towards the door, opening it and about to go through Shaun: Orlando? Orlando stops, and then turns Orlando: Yeah? Shaun: Thanks man Orlando simply nods, leaving the room, and leaving Shaun alone with his thoughts. Never again would he feel like a let-down as long as he had given his best. And never again would he ever give anything less than one hundred percent for the SCW…his home RECORDING – ON CAMERA PROMO The promo opens up with Shaun sat on a sofa, surrounded by cases of DVD’s. He lifts up Reservoir Dogs, and then the Godfather, and then finally Goodfella’s, every time he picks up a case, he proceeds to look more and more confused. Until finally he stops, throws his hands up in the air and begins to speak Shaun: You know something Joanne, I cannot remember a time when I have faced someone that is so much at an opposite pole of the world than I am. You represent a part of my life I have no desire to ever return to, but still, as you can see, I did my best to try and understand the mind-set of a woman who heads up one of the most feared gangs in the world. But you know, these are movies, they are just representations, so I have to admit, before I watched your promo, before I looked into your history, I was more than a little concerned. Then Joanne, you opened your mouth, then I did the research, and I realised that although I am indeed entering the unknown, at least I am armed with the facts, whereas you don’t have the first clue about me, and who I am and represent. He picks up the DVD’s and places them on a pile in front of him out of the way before continuing. Shaun: Because although you openly admit you know very little about the name Cruze and its legacy, as well as Supreme Championship Wrestling, I have done my research into the UWA and into Joanne Canelli. I know that the UWA has its fair share of talents that cannot be ignored, and I know that for a time you held the world title, which means you can’t be a slouch either, and so therefore will indeed be a threat should I not do the right things. I know that you mix speed, with a fair amount of strength to get the job done, and I know that you are on the comeback trail after a lengthy absence from the industry…probably, though I admit this is an assumption, looking to regain some former glories or something, and prove that you can indeed still hang with the big boys. But what else do I know about you? I know that your shoulder is something that I will be focussing on, because it is a major weakness in your arsenal. I know that you are egotistical, and arrogant, because you feel that you can beat me simply by turning up, even though you don’t have the first clue who I am. I know that you’re used to people underestimating you and taking advantage of such, and I know that for some reason you believe that I’ll be plotting some kind of revenge, another example of how highly you regard yourself, even in the fact of some quite decorated opposition. Oh, and finally I know that you are hypocritical, because on the one hand you bitch and whine about people always underestimating you, and then you go right ahead and treat me like something you trod in whilst walking to your car. He smiles, he wasn’t any kind of analyst, but that was a fair reflection of his opponent he felt, just another opponent building herself up to be unbeatable, when she was in fact the exact opposite, and was already playing into his hands. Shaun: But I can forgive you all of the above, except your ignorance, because it just seems that you haven’t grasped the format of the tournament in which you are about to compete. Already you are banging on about winning the whole thing, when in fact there are higher ranked individuals from UWA than yourself clambering for the same spot, and if you can’t beat them in your own company, how do you expect to do any different here? Just so we are clear, I’m not going to say I am going to win this tournament, a lot of luck will come my way for that to happen. But with the amount of talent SCW has brought to the table, I am pretty confident one of us will be there or thereabouts. I note you didn’t even mention your colleagues from UWA…another example of your arrogance. You haven’t heard of me, but have you heard of Shilo Valiant, or Katie Steward? If you haven’t then that’s just another example of how far your head is up your own, albeit it quite nice, ass. The promo was almost over, his sights needed to turn back to Retribution, the next SCW PPV. But he wasn’t going to leave without making one final point. Shaun: You know, for someone who has been doing this for a long time, I’m afraid you must have been going around with your eyes closed, because it seems to me you have learned nothing about this sport, and what we do. The disrespect, the hypocrisy, and the downright arrogance exuding from every one of your pours make it quite easy for me to head to Majestic, and play my part in SCW dominating this competition, and finish it with one of us walking away with the prize. I know you did your best to annoy me, with your blatant disregard for me, and who I am, but you know I don’t hate you. I pity you, and I pity those around you that have to deal with what you have become. You think of yourself as a strong woman, when in fact you are a bitter, twisted individual that can’t see past the end of her own nose, but all of that is going to change Joanne, because unless this is all an act, and there is much, much better to come…I’m pretty confident, having actually took the time to learn about you, that I will not be the one going out. Final word, you mentioned generic, well I think you pay the ‘bad ass’ women character to its generic best, and it will be my pleasure, seeing as you can’t be bothered to learn, to teach you what the initials SCW truly mean. You’re journey ends here Joanne…you have no choice but to stop, and I don’t care if you’re the Mafioso, this isn’t the streets, this is the wrestling ring, and this is where I take care of my business. SCENE FADE |
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| The Jersery Devil Diva | Mar 3 2012, 04:09 PM Post #4 |
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Act 1: I hate Funerals "And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his own funeral drest in his shroud." Walt Whitman The scene opens on Saint Peter Cemetery in Jersey City. The sun was high in the afternoon sky, and birds sat in the lifeless trees singing their songs to anyone that would listen. As the camera focuses on the cemetery we see a small group of people standing by an open grave. The Priest was giving the final rites to the young man that was within the coffin, before it would be lowered into the ground. We soon see Joanne, and the guys sitting beside her dressed in dark suits, and all wearing sunglasses with a small book in hand. Joanne looks at the coffin knowing that the young man inside had given his life defending the house, and her, even if his family didn't understand that. She looked down the row of people and saw the grieving mother knowing that she had blamed Joanne for his death. They rise to their feet, as the funeral is closing. Joanne tosses down a single long stem red rose before walking away toward the car. Once again the older woman walks over to her with dried tears on her cheeks. Woman: Joey said he had a good job with you, and you let him get killed. How do you sleep at night? Joanne: I'm sorry about your son, but you have to realize that when he was part of my family nothin' else mattered. Not you, not his girlfriend, nothin'. There is no vacation time, or sick days when you become part of the family. Joey knew the risks in workin' for me, and he didn't care. We all wished thin's turned out better, but they didn't. I lost three other guys besides him, tryin' to keep me alive. Woman: You should be in there! Not him! Someone wanted you dead, and he shouldn't have paid the price for you! Joanne shakes her head, knowing that Joey had been shot trying to keep the intruders out, and trying to keep others safe. Joanne: I don't think there is anythin' else that I can really say, except I'm sorry for your loss. Woman: That means nothing coming from someone like you! The woman walks away leaving Joanne annoyed but understanding what she was going through. The guys reach her, and Reno puts a hand on her shoulder. Reno: It wasn't your fault. Most of them never understand our ways. Joanne: I know. Listen you guys head onto the car. I'm goin' to go and see someone before we leave. Reno: Are you sure you'll be all right? Joanne: I'll be fine. They have more respect for the family than to attack me in a holy place. Reno just nods, and she walks off to another part of the cemetery. the headstones loomed over the faded green grass, as Joanne made her way from the crowd that was making it's way from the grave site to the cars that were waiting. Joanne:I saw what you had to say about me Shaun and I have to say that I'm still not impressed. You're like every other opponent that I have faced. All you do is run your mouth, and then hope I'll be scared of you and what you can do in the ring. Think again. I have nearly been killed 4 times so far in my life, shot at least a hundred times, gone through 18 hours of reconstructive and cosmetic surgery on my face, after survivin' a match that is called the "Camelot Pit Fight" against my ex-boyfriend. I've been called worse by a few others and yet I have still managed to come out on top. Do you know why that is? It's simple. I don't give a flyin' fuck what others think about me. If I did do you think I would have gotten as far as I have in my life on my own? She continues her way through the cemetery and soon stops at a large headstone inside a steel fence. Joanne opens the gate and walks inside, and moves away leaves that had fallen on the headstone. It read: MARIA CARMELLA CANELLI LOVING WIFE AND MOTHER 1954-1995 MAGGIO GLI ANGELI CANTANO THEE AL TUO RESTO (MAY THE ANGELS SING THEE TO THY REST) Joanne looked at the headstone, and sighed. It had been 17 years since her mother had been dead, and it never got any easier. It had been just a week before Joanne's graduation that it all went down, and it was something that she would never forget. Flashback... June 1995 The scene opens on a small restaurant where we see a young Joanne sitting with a silver haired man, that appeared to be in his early 20's. The two of them had just finished dinner, in a small fancy place in Jersey. They held each other's hands, knowing that soon they would be together no matter what. She would be finished high school in a week, and then she would be off to college to start her career. Reno and Rude rush in through the door, walking at a quick pace as Joanne looked up from her boyfriend's deep green eyes. She knew something was wrong. Joanne: Reno, Rude what's wrong? Reno: There's been an accident at the house. Seph: Is everyone alright? Rude: The boss is fine, except for a few cuts and bruises but your mother... Joanne's heart sank, as she slowly got to her feet. It was like a dream, as she did, wanting to wake up, but couldn't. She was trapped within the nightmare, and wished that it wasn't real. Joanne: What happened? Reno: Car bomb. Your mother went out to start it, and it blew. They're at the hospital now. The boss told us to get you there as soon as we could. Joanne takes Seph's hand, as they race out of the place, leaving a wad of cash on the table. It was more than enough to take care of the bill. Seph helps her in his car, and they are soon following Reno and Rude to the hospital. Seph: No matter what happens Joanne, I'll be there. I'm not going to let you go through this alone. Joanne stares off in silence, still trying to wake up from the nightmare. She leans back in the seat, and closes her eyes only to open them knowing it was real. Joanne: Whoever did it... I'm goin' to make them pay for it. Seph: Darling we don't even know who was behind it. They soon arrive at the hospital, and Joanne runs inside with the guys following behind her. Joanne finds her father sitting in a chair, with his head hung low, with Scarpaci pacing the floor. Joanne rushes to her father's side, and he mutters something in Italian. Antonio: Già è andata. (She is already gone) Joanne breaks down in tears as she hugs her father knowing that it was real and someone would have to pay. Seph: I'm sorry for your loss. Is there anything I can do? Joanne looks up with tears streaming down her face. She wipes away the tears and nods, as she slowly takes a seat beside her father. Joanne:I want... I want to know who did it. Find them... I don't care what it takes... Antonio: There will be no vengeance... Not yet. Joanne:*Whispered* Un occhio per un occhio, il dente per un dente e l'anima per anima. Quello è il nostro senso. (An eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth, and blood for blood. That is our way.) Voice: Are you alright? Joanne shakes from her thoughts and turns around seeing Reno standing behind her. She smiles softly pushing back a piece of hair from her face. Joanne: Yeah... Just thinkin' about the night mom died. Reno: I remember that. That was the first night you ever really killed anyone. Joanne: Yeah. I'll never forget the look in his eyes when I pulled the trigger either. The fear in his eyes is what drove me, and when I pulled the trigger it was gone. Maybe that's why I step into the ring each time I get the call. It's the fear, and the excitement of it all. It's the fact that I'm in control, or at least hope to be. That's why I haven't lost but one match since I stepped foot in the UWA. No one has the will to stand up to me. Reno: Don't get ahead of yourself against this Shaun guy. He thinks he can beat you, and he might have a chance if you get ahead of yourself and start to under estimate him. Joanne looks over her shoulder and sighs. Reno was right. She never got ahead of herself just in case the tables did turn on her. Joanne had it happen more than once, and ended up on the losing end of the match, which was worse. She knew Shaun was someone she would have to watch and make sure that he didn't get the upper hand on her before she walked away with the win, and going on to the next round of the tournament. Joanne: Don't worry, I'm not goin' to underestimate him, or anyone else for that matter. He thinks he's goin' to stand up to me, and go on to the next round of the tournament. If he wants to do that he better make sure he knocks me out, and goes for the pin. If not he's goin' to have one hell of a fight on his hands. I'm not goin' to lay down for him, that's for damn sure. Reno: Don't forget we'll be with you too. We'll make sure he doesn't pull anything. Joanne: I know, and I will always be grateful for that. Let's go. The day is gettin' away from us, and we still have lots to do. Reno: Right. I'll be at the car with the guys. Joanne: I'll be right there. Reno kisses her, and walks off leaving Joanne alone once again. She pushes back a piece of hair once again, and kisses the headstone before walking off. Joanne: *Voice Over* Do you know why I never mentioned my so called colleagues from the UWA joinin' this little party? It's simple. I beat Cashman and Manabu within the last two weeks. Cashman is an ass that is full of himself, and Manabu isn't to bad, but neither one of them will be any help in gettin' the UWA the true glory of bringin' back the title of "God of Wrestling." but I will. I know it's a long way to the top but trust I am willin' to do anythin' and everythin' to make sure I make it as far as I can, and you're not goin' to stop me. Joanne closes the gate behind her, and heads back through the cemetery. Joanne: There is a reason, I never bothered to learn about you, your company, or your past... It's this... You are not worth my time. I have better thin's to do with my life, and time. I mean after all I do have a family to run, and another fed to worry about. You have shown me no respect, and I will do the same in return. You have offended me, and that is never good. Come Sunday night you will know why they call me the Jersey Devil Diva, and why you will never be good enough to stand against someone like me. If you think you can, then meet me in the middle of the ring, on Sunday night and prove to me that you are the man that I think you are. We are the Mafioso, and we get paid to kick your ass. See you soon. Joanne smiles to herself, and walks among the headstones, until she reaches the hill once again. She starts down, until she reaches the black limo that was waiting for her, and steps inside with the guys following behind. They soon pull off, and head off to do whatever needed to be done, as the scene fades to black. |
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| Cruze | Mar 7 2012, 06:02 PM Post #5 |
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THOUGHTS “I’d offended her…an apparent Mafioso, and I’d offended her so easily, by apparently disrespecting her, and what she believes in, when in fact I’d been nothing but complimentary. Her first mistake had been to ignore me and what I could do; her second had been to not listen to the facts when they were presented in front of her face. Already in her mind she had this match won, she hadn’t even given it any thought that she might just lose this opening match of the God of Wrestling tournament. Unfortunately, it was an eventuality that she was going to have to get used to; because there wasn’t a chance I was going to make it easy on her to advance. I wasn’t a sexist, far from it, because I’d had some major challenges from females during my career, none more so than Christy Matthews and Katie Steward, the two ladies who have just competed for the SCW World Heavyweight title at the Retribution PPV. The facts was however, women in a predominately male world had to work that little bit harder to prove themselves, so if they were unable to back up those words with actions, unfortunately they came off looking weaker than they would had they kept their mouths shut. Joanne was one of these particular types of females, which believed she had earned her right to compete. So dismissive was she of who I was and what I could do, she was in for the shock of a lifetime in round one of the tournament. I wasn’t certain of victory, but listening to her speak, I’d grown a whole lot more confident than I was a week ago. Those were the benefits of preparation, of knowing your opponent. Of knowing what it was you were dealing with. I knew all about Joanne, and I knew her strengths and her many weaknesses. And it would be those weaknesses I would exploit and send her crashing of a tournament in her mind she already believed she had won. Leaving a victim of her own hubris, arrogance I can’t see she reason to have. Confidence is a good thing to have, but at the end of the day, if it’s confidence that is unwarranted, then perhaps it should be called stupidity. And if there was one thing which was for certain, over the past few days, Joanne had come across as precisely that.” PRESENT DAY NEWQUAY ENGLAND The scene cuts to a gymnasium in the middle of Newquay, five minutes away from the pub which Shaun and his brother had joint owned for the past five months. Shaun and Nathan Creed, his brothers long-time friend who had taken over his training, had used this gym for the past couple of months, and Shaun had already made enquiries to its availability, having wanting to buy into a gym for a while. Unlike most wrestlers of his age he wasn’t daft, and he was learning business acumen so that should the unthinkable happen, and he couldn’t wrestle anymore, he and Pixie would still have a property portfolio to fall back on to make money. Now however he was busy training for his next match, a confrontation with THE Jersey Devil Diva from the UWA company, and just as he is about to hit his opponent with a Super Kick, Nathan calls a halt to the session, throwing a towel at them both. Nathan: Good session guys…cheers Jay that was a good workout for Shaun Shaun: Yeah…thanks man Shaun and Jay shake hands, and the smaller man gets out the ring Nathan: You get some benefit from that? Shaun: For sure, he was a bit quick wasn’t he? Nathan nods, passing him a bottle of water and then opening the strands for Shaun. Shaun jumps out of the ring, and Nathan follows, Shaun then patting away the sweat from his face. Nathan: So, how’s Orlando? Shaun: He’s doing ok Nate thanks. One day at a time, but keeping the kids out of the house seems to be helping. Orlando’s mood swings are happening less frequently and the doc’s say he is progressing well Nathan: And any more signs of Douglas and his lackey? Shaun: No…not since the other day, but if I do see them… Nathan: You’ll leave them alone…he’s not worth it Shaun, you know what happens when you get involved in that kind of crap. Let Joanne pretend she is some kind of gangster, you’re above all that. Shaun: But, I can’t just let him get away with what he did. I left Orlando’s house the other night intent on finding them and making them pay. Nathan: That type of person always messes up Shaun, always. Then you can deal with them properly, and legally…and without getting your hands dirty Shaun nods, he understood perfectly what Nathan was saying, but the anger he felt at what they had done to his brother, tipping him out of his wheelchair simply because he couldn’t look out for himself right now, that was wrong, and they needed to pay for it. Nathan didn’t believe for one second Shaun would leave it, he knew that he wouldn’t have done so as a kid, but he wasn’t going to be able to stop him if he really wanted to gain some revenge. Nathan: What you got planned for this afternoon? Shaun: Gonna go and see Orlando before heading back to the states for the first round and then SCW Nathan: Busy? Shaun: Like you wouldn’t believe, but it will all be worth it in the end Nathan smiles’, watching as Shaun turns and heads towards the showers. Over ten years ago, he had witnessed the birth of the phenomenon that was Orlando Cruze, a man who had become one of the very best that ever lived. Now, watching Shaun as he grew, the way he spoke, and the way he conducted himself, it was as if he was watching the rebirth of Orlando, and he was privy to being close to quite possible the next big Icon of professional wrestling. One thing was for certain, Shaun was ready for the challenges he was about to face, and was probably more level headed than ever he or Orlando was, and his opponent in the first round of the God of Wrestling tournament was about to receive the shock of her life, when a prepared, focussed, Shaun Cruze made his way into town LATER THAT DAY NEWQUAY ENGLAND Orlando sits in the easy chair, watching the television screen, his eyes focussed on the action taking in every move and counter. As the door opens he quickly switches channels, taking a breath when Shaun walks in. Shaun laughs Shaun: You watching porn or something? Orlando switches it back onto the match Orlando: No stupid…watching wrestling but I’m not allowed am I? Shaun laughs again Shaun: Oh yeah, forgot about that. Shaun watches for a few moments before he realises that he is watching his opponent in the tournament. He turns to Orlando who is watching intently, but still has the presence of mind to quickly switch off the television, just before Kloe walks in the room Kloe: I hope the pair of you are behaving yourself? Orlando: Of course my dear… Kloe: So, if I went to the DVD player now, I wouldn’t eject a wrestling DVD? Orlando: Err…No Kloe: Orlando, I told you, no more wrestling, you’re banned Orlando: How did you know? Kloe: Because you just cannot stay away can you? I’m looking after his career now not you. Orlando: But I can watch a few matches, give a few pointers surely? Kloe walks over to the DVD player, and takes out the DVD Kloe: Does that answer your question? Orlando: Oh come on Kloe, I’m fine…I’m resting; I’m sat on my ass, what can happen from giving a few pointers? Shaun sits there listening, not wanting to interfere. He was always willing to listen to what Orlando had to say, and the wealth of knowledge he has was always worth using. But Kloe did have a point, unless Orlando stepped away for good, he was never going to get wrestling from out of his blood, and until he had managed that, Kloe wasn’t going to stop fearing for her husband. Kloe: And you… She turns to Shaun, who widens his eyes, not expecting to be part of the conversation Kloe: You should know better Shaun; you know he is supposed to be resting Shaun: Hey, don’t blame me; he had the match on before I even got here. He was watching it when I walked in…I thought I’d caught him watching porn. Kloe: I sometimes wish it was porn. Just promise me Shaun, no more wrestling talk with Orlando until he is fully better. Shaun nods sheepishly as Orlando shakes his head Orlando: Weak man…just weak Kloe: Tea is in five minutes, you stopping Shaun? Shaun: No thanks Kloe, got to fetch Pixie and then we are heading to the airport Kloe: Ok…five minutes Orlando…and no wrestling talk She waves the DVD at him, proving a point. As the door shuts behind her, Orlando turns to Shaun and tuts Orlando: Now…about this Joanne girl? Shaun: No Orlando, I promised Kloe Orlando: Oh come on, grow a set will you? What you figured out about her? Hope you’ve still prepared as methodically, even though she isn’t SCW? Shaun: Of course Orlando: And Douglas…you got all of that crap out of your mind? Shaun couldn’t lie Shaun: Not really no. Fact is Orlando; there is only one language that those people understand and it isn’t sitting around doing nothing. They assaulted you and Nathan, to get a reaction out of me, and although I didn’t do it the other night, I will pay them back for what they did. Orlando: Making the exact same mistakes that I did Shaun: No, not at all. You got involved in things that were not your business, this is my business. They are trying to hurt me, and my family just to get what they want, and I’m not going to let it happen. Orlando sighs; he knew it was pointless talking about it anymore, because Shaun was of just the same mind set as he was when he was younger. Orlando’s reaction to someone threatening him would have been exactly the same way back when, was that the life that was waiting for Shaun, constantly fighting battles that he could probably never win? Orlando: Ok…but what about Joanne? Shaun: No Orlando, I’m not going to talk about it. You get some rest, and I’ll see you in a couple of weeks ok? You just take care, and try to stay in your chair ok? Orlando laughs, they had always both shared the same warped sense of humour…it had gotten them through some tough times, and it looked like it was going to do the same here. Orlando: Ok fella…just remember one thing yeah. In these tournaments the whole of SCW is looking at you to represent, to fly the flag. You win this tournament, or at least give a good account of yourself, and it will raise your stock even further…it could be the final step Shaun nods, understanding what Orlando was referring to, the tournament when he had in fact taken out the very company Shaun was now employed by. Shaun: I’ll see you soon bro… Shaun gives Orlando a brotherly hug, and heads for the door, turning as he opens it and smiling, before with a goodbye shout to Kloe, leaving the house and getting into his car. It seemed to him that every match now seemed to be a career defining one, something that could change his direction forever. It was like a rollercoaster ride, with many ups and downs, but Shaun liked coasters, and he especially liked this one…and he certainly didn’t want it to end RECORDING – ON CAMERA PROMO Shaun sits, obviously in a television studio of some kind, the SCW logo spinning behind him. He has his right foot resting on his left knee, and is seated casually in the chair, his head tilted questionably. Shaun: Really? Are you really so ignorant Joanne, that you believe this is the way to conduct your business? Do you really think that treating me with such a blasé attitude is going to get the job done? You don’t CARE who I am, and so therefore you don’t bother to educate yourself on the imminent threat you are about to face. If that is the case Joanne, then it becomes quickly obviously to me why you have been shot at so many times, and had 18 hours of reconstructive surgery. Quite simply put…you’re an idiot. Oh yeah Joanne, that’s right, I just called the leader of a ‘family’ an idiot, so no doubt now I’m going to pay for that. Please, do you honestly believe you scare me with these empty threats? Let’s put it this way, the more I think about it, the more you seem more like Bugsy Malone, than you do Goodfella’s, because if you prepare your real life as casually as you do your wrestling career, then I’m going to be honest, it comes as a real surprise to me that you’re not dead already. The only conclusion I can come to is that you are extremely lucky, probably as lucky as you are arrogant. But for someone who is so arrogant she believes without question she can defeat someone she doesn’t even know, and also for someone who is the head of a Mafia family, you get offended ever so easily don’t you? I mean, looking back over my words, what did I say that was really so bad? Oh yeah, I didn’t show you respect right? I didn’t bend over and let you take me with a strap on, so therefore I am the one handing out the disrespect? So, was I showing disrespect when I trawled through hours and hours of footage, getting a gauge for how good you are? Did I show you disrespect when I said, quite openly, that the UWA is full of talent, and so therefore the success you have had must show a level of threat. Was I showing you disrespect when I trained, and then trained again to ensure I was ready for your style of wrestling, so I was ready for your speed and agility. Was it disrespect when I actually gave a damn to find out about you, and listened to every word that came out of your mouth to ensure no stone was left in my pursuit of victory? Fact is Joanne, in all these occasions the answer is no, because I have shown you nothing but the respect and honesty someone who has been chosen to represent their company deserves. You’ve bitched, and you have whined, and you have constantly ignored any warnings, and it is you who needs to learn a lesson in respect, a lesson that luckily you have been booked in for. You’ll realise just how foolish you have been the moment you step into that ring…but by then Joanne, it’s going to be too late He turns, watching the SCW logo spin on its axis for a few moments, before pointing at it Shaun: Because Joanne, you didn’t even need to go as far as learning about me, or the history my family has in this sport. You didn’t need to know about my achievements, and what I have done already in my short time in the industry. You didn’t need to know about my experience in the cage fighting world, which shows without any doubt I’m a damn sight tougher than you are giving me credit for. All you had to do was look at these three initials which stand for Supreme Championship Wrestling, to know that you were in the fight of your life. See, you might not care for the company you work for, but I do. You may just see it as a pay check, and away to let go of your frustrations in a legal way, but to me, and anyone one representing us in this tournament, no matter what we think of each other, we will fight tooth and nail to ensure SCW comes out on top. Would I be surprised if SCW contested the final? No I wouldn’t, because listening to all the others in this tournament, there seems to be a whole heap of people just in this competition purely for themselves. The reason this is destined to make a difference…you must know yourself in your line of work, because anyone will fight that little bit harder if they have something to fight for. You have your ‘family’, but then again so do I, and I will make damn sure that I do nothing to let them down, and will give everything to ensure that I am the one who advances to the next round. I very rarely let me emotions show Joanne, but the SCW means something to me, it’s not just a set of initials that follow my name on a tournament bracket…I’m proud to say I’m SCW, and I’m proud to represent what the company stands for. He stands, picking up a bottle of water from off camera and unscrewing the cap, taking a drink. With his thirst quenched, he turns back to the camera and delivers his final words Shaun: You know something Joanne, you might think that’s horseshit, and still, even with all these facts placed in front of you, even now you are probably heading towards our match ‘knowing’ that your victory is a certainty where you are concerned. But, when you place yourself on such as high pedestal, unfortunately the fall is always a tough one to take. In the first round against me, you are going to find that the real world outside the UWA is a far tougher place than you envisage. You might have had your success within your company, but that’s because you know them, you don’t need to put in the research and the effort to get anywhere. I couldn’t give a damn that you a Mafioso, that’s irrelevant when we step between those ropes Joanne, but before I leave, I just one to make one final point. You’ve given nothing to this match Joanne, you done nothing to enhance the reputation of UWA, and after you have been eliminated you are going to have to go back to that company and explain why you made such a hash of your opportunity to put the company on the mat. In closing Joanne, it’s easy to reconstruct a face if you throw enough dirty money at it…but how the hell are you going to reconstruct your destroyed career after I have proven every single one of my words He smiles, and then a final wink at the camera Shaun: Sleep well my dear, because your biggest nightmare is coming With that the camera pans into just his shoulders and face, and then slowly fades to black END |
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