Post by Alexander Cage on Mar 25, 2020 17:17:02 GMT -6
The scene opens up to a small crowded arena. A small wrestling ring is in the center with the letters CCW with Coastal Championship Wrestling under it. The crowd is small but packed in this small warehouse arena but the energy from the fans radiate throughout the building. The scene cuts to a low budget entrance stage when “Fire Starter” by Prodigy begins to echo from two propped up speakers. Without hesitation, a figure walks out with a gas can in hand. He points the nozzle at his head as if to shoot himself as he makes his way to the ring. The ring announcer can barely be heard as he introduced the individual at Vic Arson. After a few moment “Looking Down the Barrel of Today” by HATEBREED explodes from the speakers and the scene snaps back to the entrance. After a few seconds the camera pans around to see a figure moving through the crowd. He makes his way down to the barricades and hopes both feet over in one jump as the announcer identifies him as Alexander Cage. Cage dives into the ring and walks up to Arson and holds up two middle fingers in his face. Arson looks away and Cage turns walking over to his corner and stands on the middle rope. He slaps himself in the face a few times then throws his fists in the air. Cage hops down and the elderly referee points at both contenders acknowledging that they're both ready before ringing the bell.
Cage and Arson pace around the ring sizing each other up. Arson with a quick sweep get behind Cage and Cage quickly slips out of his grasp. As Cage spins to face Arson he is met with a chop to the chest so loud it could be heard outside of the building. Cage staggers back then quickly chops Arson back causing him to fall back to a knee. Cage swiftly runs past Arson and rebounds off the ropes connecting the KTFO, one of Cages well known finishers to the back of Arson’s head. Arson goes face down on the mat but Cage grabs him by the head and pulls him to his feet. Arson wobbles stunned as Cage grabs him in an arm bar and wrenches down. Arson stumbles on his tip toes but Cage drops to a knee grinding his shoulder even more. Arson builds up the strength and begins to work his arm free causing cage to switch tactics. Cage locks up with his opponent and delivers a devastating belly to belly suplex. Arson lands hard partially on his side and he responds by grabbing his side. Cage slowly getting up, catching his breath and continually facing Arson who has now started to pull himself up with the ropes. Cage is up and walks over to Arson and is met by a hard elbow to the gut causing a loud grunt to escape from Cage. Arson follows up with an elbow to the side of the neck and round house kick to Cage’s head. Cage falls to a knee and looks up into Arson’s eyes. He lets out a loud yell and charges Arson. Arson dodges who falls through the ropes and outside of the ring. Arson looks around at the crazed fans and taunts them. The arena erupts with chants and Arson yells back not noticing what was waiting behind him. Arson stands confused for a moment before he slowly turns around to meet Cage standing in the ring, a razor wire wrapped steel chair in his hands. Arson looks around and puts his hands up pleading with Cage. He turns to run and Cage nails him in the back of the head with the razor chair. Arson goes down hard, his motionless body lying on the mat. The referee calls for the bell as he slides out of the ring. The announcer calling the match a disqualification. Blood begins to trickle from his head. Cage drops the chair and gets down on his hands and knees and begins yelling at the unresponsive Arson. Cage gets tired of this and grabs his hair and pulls him up with himself. Cage holds his head up so everyone can see him then it happens. Cage sets him up and nails Arson with his finisher The Morning After Kill on to the razor wrapped chair cutting himself up in the process. Cage is quickly back on his feet and gives Arson’s mutilated body the middle finger. Cage noticing the blood, obviously being Arson’s, and wipes it on his shirt. Cage calls for a microphone and fumbles with it due to his blood covered hands for a moment.
“How’s this fucking thing turn on?” Cage says while out of breath. “Can you hear me? Is this fucking thing on?” Cage paces for a moment before looking hard into the camera. “This was long time in the making. You motherfuckers have been riding my coat tail for far too long. You really didn’t think I would see how you guys had me here week after week busting my ass while all these lazy motherfuckers just sat around and pushed.” Cage grabs his head and tries to shake off a thought. “I know, I know, if you’d give me a fucking minute, I’ll get to that. Settle the fuck down.” Cage chuckles with a grin as he continues, “You see that shit right there?” Cage points at the now puddle of blood beside Arson. “I said do you see that, what you have made me do? That is the result of what happens when you push a rat into a corner. It will do whatever it takes to escape either it be to chew its way out or through someone and frankly I think through someone looks like a pliable option don’t you think? Night after night we, I mean I, have had to endure this endless bullshit of getting booked in dead end matches and frankly I’ve had my fill of it.” By this time medical staff has pulled Arson from the ring and are hauling him out by a stretcher. Cage watches as they wheel him up the entrance and out of view. “Guessing he won’t be back for a while.” Cage says with a chuckle. “Oh well, I won’t be here to see his recovery, if he ever does make a recovery. CCW I have giving you plenty of years and you have miss used them so consider that chuckle fuck that got rolled out of here as my two-week notice. I’ll finish out my remaining time at home.” Cage throws his microphone into the crowd and walks out leaving everyone in awe.
THREE WEEKS LATER...
We open up to the EWC Headquarters. The dim light evening sky leaves beautiful streaks of pink, blue and white in the sky. The scene pans down and Alexander Cage can be seen leaving the building. The camera crew quickly moves their way to Cage as the scene bobbles around in a blur. Cage stops in front of the camera and looks at it. “What? Why are you filming me?” Cage notices the EWC logo. “Oh, that was fast. I didn’t think you guys would have known about this just yet. The rumors are true. I signed with the Brawl brand about ten minutes ago. Pays better, I can at least say that. I’m not one hundred percent sure what EWC has in store for me and vice versa but I can tell you this, I’m not dealing with the bullshit here. You thought CCW antics were crazy? You haven’t seen the lunatic side of my crazy yet. Everyone out there needs to head my warning, Alexander Cage is on the roll call boy and I’m ready to be here. Whatever it takes or whomever I have to put down to get ahead in this promotion should take notice. My blood is already boiling with anticipation to get into that ring with anyone and I mean anyone at any time and for us to beat the living shit out of each other until neither one of us can stand and when that moment comes, I know I’ll still be able to step up and bring more. Heed my warning Brawl, that ass whooping of a life time is coming so stay ready. Now get the fuck out of my face.” Cage pushes the camera away as he makes his way to the parking lot. “Looking Down the Barrel of Today” by HATEBREED begins to play as an Alexander Cage montage begins to play of past matches, most of which involving blood and carnage. At the end it fades to black and in reads THE ONLY ANTIDOTE TO MENTAL SUFFERING IS PHYSICAL PAIN. - Karl Marx
Cage and Arson pace around the ring sizing each other up. Arson with a quick sweep get behind Cage and Cage quickly slips out of his grasp. As Cage spins to face Arson he is met with a chop to the chest so loud it could be heard outside of the building. Cage staggers back then quickly chops Arson back causing him to fall back to a knee. Cage swiftly runs past Arson and rebounds off the ropes connecting the KTFO, one of Cages well known finishers to the back of Arson’s head. Arson goes face down on the mat but Cage grabs him by the head and pulls him to his feet. Arson wobbles stunned as Cage grabs him in an arm bar and wrenches down. Arson stumbles on his tip toes but Cage drops to a knee grinding his shoulder even more. Arson builds up the strength and begins to work his arm free causing cage to switch tactics. Cage locks up with his opponent and delivers a devastating belly to belly suplex. Arson lands hard partially on his side and he responds by grabbing his side. Cage slowly getting up, catching his breath and continually facing Arson who has now started to pull himself up with the ropes. Cage is up and walks over to Arson and is met by a hard elbow to the gut causing a loud grunt to escape from Cage. Arson follows up with an elbow to the side of the neck and round house kick to Cage’s head. Cage falls to a knee and looks up into Arson’s eyes. He lets out a loud yell and charges Arson. Arson dodges who falls through the ropes and outside of the ring. Arson looks around at the crazed fans and taunts them. The arena erupts with chants and Arson yells back not noticing what was waiting behind him. Arson stands confused for a moment before he slowly turns around to meet Cage standing in the ring, a razor wire wrapped steel chair in his hands. Arson looks around and puts his hands up pleading with Cage. He turns to run and Cage nails him in the back of the head with the razor chair. Arson goes down hard, his motionless body lying on the mat. The referee calls for the bell as he slides out of the ring. The announcer calling the match a disqualification. Blood begins to trickle from his head. Cage drops the chair and gets down on his hands and knees and begins yelling at the unresponsive Arson. Cage gets tired of this and grabs his hair and pulls him up with himself. Cage holds his head up so everyone can see him then it happens. Cage sets him up and nails Arson with his finisher The Morning After Kill on to the razor wrapped chair cutting himself up in the process. Cage is quickly back on his feet and gives Arson’s mutilated body the middle finger. Cage noticing the blood, obviously being Arson’s, and wipes it on his shirt. Cage calls for a microphone and fumbles with it due to his blood covered hands for a moment.
“How’s this fucking thing turn on?” Cage says while out of breath. “Can you hear me? Is this fucking thing on?” Cage paces for a moment before looking hard into the camera. “This was long time in the making. You motherfuckers have been riding my coat tail for far too long. You really didn’t think I would see how you guys had me here week after week busting my ass while all these lazy motherfuckers just sat around and pushed.” Cage grabs his head and tries to shake off a thought. “I know, I know, if you’d give me a fucking minute, I’ll get to that. Settle the fuck down.” Cage chuckles with a grin as he continues, “You see that shit right there?” Cage points at the now puddle of blood beside Arson. “I said do you see that, what you have made me do? That is the result of what happens when you push a rat into a corner. It will do whatever it takes to escape either it be to chew its way out or through someone and frankly I think through someone looks like a pliable option don’t you think? Night after night we, I mean I, have had to endure this endless bullshit of getting booked in dead end matches and frankly I’ve had my fill of it.” By this time medical staff has pulled Arson from the ring and are hauling him out by a stretcher. Cage watches as they wheel him up the entrance and out of view. “Guessing he won’t be back for a while.” Cage says with a chuckle. “Oh well, I won’t be here to see his recovery, if he ever does make a recovery. CCW I have giving you plenty of years and you have miss used them so consider that chuckle fuck that got rolled out of here as my two-week notice. I’ll finish out my remaining time at home.” Cage throws his microphone into the crowd and walks out leaving everyone in awe.
THREE WEEKS LATER...
We open up to the EWC Headquarters. The dim light evening sky leaves beautiful streaks of pink, blue and white in the sky. The scene pans down and Alexander Cage can be seen leaving the building. The camera crew quickly moves their way to Cage as the scene bobbles around in a blur. Cage stops in front of the camera and looks at it. “What? Why are you filming me?” Cage notices the EWC logo. “Oh, that was fast. I didn’t think you guys would have known about this just yet. The rumors are true. I signed with the Brawl brand about ten minutes ago. Pays better, I can at least say that. I’m not one hundred percent sure what EWC has in store for me and vice versa but I can tell you this, I’m not dealing with the bullshit here. You thought CCW antics were crazy? You haven’t seen the lunatic side of my crazy yet. Everyone out there needs to head my warning, Alexander Cage is on the roll call boy and I’m ready to be here. Whatever it takes or whomever I have to put down to get ahead in this promotion should take notice. My blood is already boiling with anticipation to get into that ring with anyone and I mean anyone at any time and for us to beat the living shit out of each other until neither one of us can stand and when that moment comes, I know I’ll still be able to step up and bring more. Heed my warning Brawl, that ass whooping of a life time is coming so stay ready. Now get the fuck out of my face.” Cage pushes the camera away as he makes his way to the parking lot. “Looking Down the Barrel of Today” by HATEBREED begins to play as an Alexander Cage montage begins to play of past matches, most of which involving blood and carnage. At the end it fades to black and in reads THE ONLY ANTIDOTE TO MENTAL SUFFERING IS PHYSICAL PAIN. - Karl Marx
