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Post by Eden on Aug 9, 2021 14:40:39 GMT -5
MATCH #06 MAIN EVENT CONTRACT SIGNING (TURNS INTO MATCH) SINGLE FALL NON-TITLE
JONNY CEDRONE [VS] ZOLTON (WC)
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1 PIECE @3000 OR 2 PIECES @1500(e)
DATE: AUGUST 21, 2021 | DEADLINE: MIDNIGHT FRIDAY 8/20
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Post by Jonny Cedrone on Aug 19, 2021 20:59:25 GMT -5
**--Jonny Cedrone is sitting at his desk in his office looking up at the television screen re-watching the events of Silence. The dazed look on his face shows that he’s in a state of severe bewilderment when he hears a knock on the door.--**
“Come in!”
**--You can hear the door open then shut but Jonny remains befuddled by what’s on the television screen and can’t be bothered to look away to see his butler. James walks into the scene from the camera’s right, looking up at the same screen as Jonny. Silence fills the room for a few moments but is broken by James--**
“Oh look! Bloody Superman has joined your little play group sir!”
**--Startled, Jonny looks away from the screen long enough to acknowledge that James is in the room--**
“Let me guess, you play the role of Batman the Dark Knight. Who’s Wonder Woman? Madam Gloria??”
**--Unamused by the attempt of humor, Jonny turns his attention back to the tv screen--**
“Nooo…I’m the White Knight….”
**--James laughs so hard and for so long that his ribs begin to hurt before composing himself
“Surely you don’t believe that do you sir?! You have a bloody superhero hovering around and ripping people in half with lasers shining from his eyes. As the number one contender to the World Championship you were defeated by a convicted felon. And the very person that you face at DreamState for the World Championship is a talking floating head that teleports a merry band of teenagers to his lair when he gets tired of the company from his annoying android!...”
**--James thinks about it for a moment as Jonny now looks at James with a perplexed look--**
“Come to think of it sir, after thinking about your current situation, you very well may be Batman – Hell! You may be Mary bloody Poppins for all I know with that band of misfit toys!”
**--Jonny continues to look confused--**
“Remind me to lock the liquor cabinets when I’m not home. What the hell are you talking about a talking floa….wait….no James. It’s not Zordon! Zolton’s the guy’s name!”
“And that makes it better?”
“Maybe I should bring you into work one day and introduce you to him. I’m sure he’d love to hear this!”
“I’d deny it all and say that you said it sir.”
“Somehow I believe that. Why are you here James?”
“Well a number of years ago my mother and father met at a party….”
“No!”
**--Jonny closes his eyes and squeezes the top of his nose to try to prevent a migraine.--**
“I wonder if Mr. Belvidere needs a job.”
“Mr. Belvidere is dead sir.”
“How about Geoffrey?”
“The Toys ‘r’ Us giraffe?! What does he have to do with anything?”
“What brings you to my office James?!”
“My feet.”
**--Jonny looks into the camera--**
“Ya see what I have to put up with?”
**--Jonny looks back at James--**
“Talking to yourself again sir? That’s a sign of insanity.”
“No, you’re a sign of insanity James! What brings….why are you in my office James? What can I help you with?”
“A pay raise would be nice for starters but since that’s not going to happen, I have the displeasure to inform you that the camera crew will be up shortly.”
“Thank you James.”
“Please don’t let them litter throughout the house this time sir. The last time they were here, it took me a full five bloody minutes to clean up after them!”
“We wouldn’t want you to break a nail now would we?”
“Perish the thought! It cost you $100 for this manicure sir.”
**--James walks off screen as Jonny is talking. After a brief moment’s hesitation, James’s last statement registers--**
“$100?! Man, they saw you comin’, didn’t….wait….how’d it cost ME $100?!”
**--Jonny shakes his head and goes back to watching Silence--**
“It’s so hard to find good help these days.”
**--Off screen we hear the door opening and closing while Jonny keeps his eyes glued to the television--**
“Let me guess, I paid $300 for your pedicure too?”
**--From behind, Gloria lovingly puts her arms around Jonny’s upper body and gives him a kiss on the cheek--**
“No, but if you’re offering me the opportunity I’ll take it!”
“You can do whatever you want baby!”
**--They share a kiss then Gloria looks up to see that Jonny is re-watching--**
“Why are you putting yourself through this?”
“I’m just trying to make sense of it.”
“I hate to be the one to break it to ya honey but you’ll never make sense of it. The man severed the referees in half! And he’s supposed to be the Powers That Be!! If you can make sense of it, I’ll kiss your ass.”
**--Jonny kinda just shrugs his shoulders when there’s a knock on the door.--**
“Come in!”
**--Into the room walks the crew from the World Wrestling Headquarters.--**
“Just set up over there fellas and I’ll be right with ya!”
**--Jonny and Gloria get up from their positions at the desk as the scene fades to black. When the scene fades back in, we see Jonny leaning against the window looking out over his property, seemingly in deep thought. The scene is now being shot in black and white for a bit of a dramatic effect.--**
“It’s been a year and eight months since I signed on the dotted line to wrestle here in the World Wrestling Headquarters. Since day one I’ve had one goal in mind and one goal alone – to become the World Heavyweight Champion! Now, I’ve reached that goal multiple times in other organizations but I’ve yet to taste that gold here in the World Wrestling Headquarters. I’ve been in the ring and I’ve stood toe-to-toe against former World Champions, and those who were Champion at that time, but I haven’t been able to win the Championship. I haven’t been able to bring that Championship home yet.”
“It’s been a bit of a wild ride in the past year and eight months. I fought in the War of Attrition battle royal. I fought Jacoby Spencer in my first battle within the confines of the hallowed halls of the World Wrestling Headquarters and beat him for the Utopia Championship – a Championship that I, along with the People, renamed the International Championship! I then battled with Ms. Matsuda and lost the International Championship to her. In the midst of all that, I had battles with Mr. Matthews, the entire world has been in war with Covid-19, the World Wrestling Headquarters took a break and the country has been in turmoil with people from each side of the aisle spewing anger and hatred towards the other. But among it all, among all of the hardships, in the middle of this dystopia if you will, the one thing that stood the test of time has been the fact that The People have someone that they can trust. The People have someone that they can confide in. The People have someone that they can call their Champion whether we hold a Championship or not. The People have someone that they can count on and call upon at any time in their time of need. The People have me.”
“And on the flip side I know that I have The People on my side, and with that knowledge comes great power! With that knowledge comes added courage! But also with that knowledge comes great responsibility.”
**--Jonny turns his head towards the camera--**
“To the People I have this to say: At War of Attrition, in my darkest hour, in my time of need, I reached out my hand to all of you and you reached back out to me and together we took on the world! Together we fought against the odds and we won that War of Attrition Battle Royal! Together we punched our ticket to the biggest show on earth, DreamState! Together…we won the right to be called the number one contender to the World Heavyweight Championship!”
“That was the great news. The sad news is that I let each and every one of you down again. At Silence, the big return show for the World Wrestling Headquarters, I didn’t get the job done. Now I know that some of you may be thinking to yourselves, ‘I know that you may have gotten your shoulders pinned to the mat for the 1 2 3, but you had Mr. Reno beat countless times before that!’ That may be true, but it’s no excuse! The fact remains – I got my shoulders pinned. I didn’t win the match. I didn’t live up to my promise to each and every one of you and I hope you’re able to find it in your heart of hearts to forgive me!”
**--Jonny turns his entire body towards the camera now and slowly walks towards it with his head looking down at the floor--**
“To the wonderful people all around the world I say this: Our match is coming up! It’s just around the corner! At DreamState we face Zolton for the World Heavyweight Championship! All of our blood, our sweat, our tears, our determination, our hard work, our passion and our desires have all paved the road of this journey right to this very moment! I know I can feel it, I hope you can too! We haven’t picked ourselves back up for nothing after falling! Each stumbling block that we encounter on the way is just another learning curve. Every speed bump along the way is just another way to get our minds right again, to get back on the straight and narrow towards that Promised Land!”
“The World Wrestling Headquarters Heavyweight Championship of the World is the most prized and most coveted Championships in aalllll of professional wrestling! When you’re holding that Championship, that means that you are the best of the best! When you’re holding that Championship, that means that there’s nobody in the world better than you! There’s an old saying that’s been going around in this sport for a long time now, ‘to be the man you gotta beat the man’ and by no stretch of the imagination, when you’re holding that very Championship that Zolton is wearing at this moment…then you are in fact THE man!”
**--Jonny stops in front of his couch and sits down with his arms resting on his knees and his hands clasped together--**
“Mr. Zolton, you and I haven’t had much interaction with one another – if any at all – since my arrival here in the World Wrestling Headquarters. But don’t be fooled by that fact and think that I don’t know anything about you at all! I may not know what makes you tick. I may not know every little minute detail about you, but I know enough to know that I’m not messing with some slouch. I know enough to know that in order to wrestle that Championship out of your hands I’m going to have to reach way down deep to depths that even I’ve forgotten that I have. I know that in and out of that ring you are a force not to be reckoned with! When you rank all of the competitors here in the World Wrestling Headquarters, you’re on a completely different level than the rest of us! To say that you don’t deserve to wear that Championship would be a slap in your face Mr. Zolton!”
“But I’m no slouch myself.”
“You may look at me as no threat to your Championship, and being in the position that you’re in, you’re probably sitting on that throne and looking down at all of us thinking that we’re all unworthy to breathe the same air as you, let alone step into the same ring as you and fight you for that prestigious WWH World Heavyweight Championship. Despite what you may think though Mr. Zolton, you have a slew of warriors that are more than worthy of challenging for the World Championship – and I’m certainly one of them!”
“Here in just a few short days you and I will be making this match official. Here in just a few days, you and I will be putting our names on that dotted line Mr. Zolton! In just a few short days you and I will be sealing our fate!! Our paths will formally cross at DreamState, but not before they cross on Dystopia when we publicly make this World Championship match official with the contract signing smack dab in the middle of that ring!”
“Last year in January I embarked on this wild journey that would lead me through so many twists, turns, ups and downs. But through it all I knew that it was going to lead me to my destiny. From the moment that I put my name on the dotted line to join the World Wrestling Headquarters I knew that everything that I would encounter along the way would lead me to a few days from now when we put our names on the dotted line. You are, without question, one of the greatest Champions to have ever held that Championship…so far…but as fate would have it, you’re living on borrowed time as the World Champion. Come DreamState Mr. Zolton, I’m bringing home the WWH World Heavyweight Championship and there’s nothing you can do about it. Because despite how you feel about me, when The People get on my side and they all stand on their feet and cheer loudly for me, it changes me. It turns me into a new man, a monster! With The People all things are possible! At the end of the day, at DreamState - The People and I will bring that Championship home!”
**--The scene fades to black and cuts to a snowy feed--**
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Post by Zolton on Aug 19, 2021 21:37:18 GMT -5
”A contract signing. Will the warning be heard? What more, does Chaos need to show? Championship glory is his. No one will be able to take it. As long as he breathes. No other soul will hold the championship. No one will overtake the chaos. Powers that be? Mouthpiece? He is all that MATTERS!!” Silence befalls Silence… Evil personified… Now a hero… That will fall to the CHAOS!! *We are immediately sent into a chaos of blindness and sensory overload as whatever was covering us is tore off and we try to compose our circuits enough to focus and see what is going on in front of us and around us all at the same time.*Her hero is coming to gain a sense of revenge. Vengeance upon you Z.“Yes it seems so. Getting a crack at my championship that he has no business even being in the same ring as me. Yet the contract has been written up and therefore needs to be signed, that is what will be happening in the Honda Center for World Wrestling HeadQuarters’ Dystopia. My signature and his, but his in blood. As he barely comprehends what is going on around him. In front of him.”Yes it seems Our Man of Chaos is going to be showing up to Dystopia, not to fight. Not to be praised for his actions at Silence. No. Folks he will be granting all of you his presence to sign a contract for the upcoming pay per view known as DreamState. I personally find this baffling. Shocking even.*Our vision finally arrives at a focal point, even in height to the man that the lovely angelic voice of Little Miss calls, Our Man of Chaos. He is Zolton and we seem to be staring into the deep blue eyes of a man of evil and, well chaos.*Zolton, will be happy to send this fool to the same fate as the person he is trying to save as they say.“Where were you at Silence Cedrone? Why didn’t you come and save your mistress as I totally dismantled her. Sent her crashing down upon weak bodies from a thirty foot high scaffolding? You were nowhere to be found, yet the Powers that Be have granted you a World Championship opportunity. Why? Is it because of your past alliance with Jonae? It most definitely isn’t because you are a top notch superstar of this company. Hell you couldn’t get the victory over Gabe Reno in a straight fight, disgusting. Weak. Not worthy. This is just going to be another walk in the park against a pathetic nobody that has no business being within one hundred feet of me.”*His eyes almost flicker. Surrounding him in the distance seems to be bright green, yellow, and auburn leaves of trees. The sunlight seems to be shining brightly upon his right side more than his left as he stands, eyes filled with hatred. Fury. And pure evil.*Yes sir. This Johnny Cedrone character is barely able to walk let alone get in the ring against you and have any type of chance to defeat you. He’s old. Decrepit. Weak. Has had just a hint of success within the company over the past year and a half. He was using World Wrestling HeadQuarters as a rekindling of the flame so to speak. The itch of competition became too much for him to resist. So he is trying to achieve something that will never happen for him. Especially going against you and as long as you will be carrying that World Championship, there will be no one that will be able to take it from you. You will have to abandon the title for someone to be able to claim ahold of it.*Zolton continues to stare past us with a crooked grin revealing itself below his beard. A slight breeze picks up his long, thick locks of wavy hair. He pays no attention to it.*“A man that was able to wrangle away a title stint from some nut job that should have stayed in the nuthouse, it was short lived wasn’t it? He won the international championship for what, a couple of months before losing it? Then he was taking on another nobody that has the skills of a white belt of Judo, and wasn’t able to come out with the victory. And now all of a sudden because I sent his mistress away for a very very long time, he gets a shot at the most prestigious title ever to be held by anyone? I don’t understand the thought processes of these Powers that be, folks. I am the World Champion and I should be able to have a say in who gets a shot at my title. Not a random few people that aren’t seen, but have a face and mouth piece. What is her role in all of this?”Would you happen to be talking about this Lindy LeVeaux lady?*Z simply nods in response.*Yes she has come into the picture seemingly out of nowhere and is already a pawn in those that are in charge’s game. Interesting seeing what might happen as time progresses.“Especially if I pummel this supposed number one contender’s face into a mush and use his face to make a signature upon that contract. What will she do then? What will those in charge have her do? Is she at every beck and call of these unknown powers? It sure does seem to be that way. She has been given charge of the Dystopian Warriors. But she has no say over me. No control over what I do or say. No Little Miss. This Lindy lady has a rude awakening coming if she doesn’t already grasp the stakes of the game she has just stepped foot into.”*Zolton turns his head to face his right, the sound of a bird of prey is heard echoing in the distance. Does that mean we are inside a canyon or valley?*“Lindy you may have been given the position of high chancellor or general manager, but know that nothing you do or say to me matters. I couldn’t give a tiny bit of shit less about your thoughts and decisions. They mean nothing to me. I am the one you should be answering to. That also reminds me, where the hell were you at Silence? Aren’t you supposed to stop things like what I did? Even dish out some sort of punishment for it?”I think she may be out of her element by a long shot sir. She has no real power here. She is just another puppet for the hidden persons of the Powers that Be.“Unusually I have to agree with you Little Miss. She was given charge when things went haywire everywhere and a swapping of the guard occurred. No experience in this field, yet here she is the mouthpiece. The face of the powers.”*Z finally returns his attention to us. A sly grin revealing itself now as he combs his hair back. We suddenly shift up and away from him, revealing the location of where the Man of Chaos stands. He stands at the edge of a cliff overlooking a rocky and very scary looking valley. We try to remain focused upon him, but as we scramble to gain some kind of balance to ourselves, it becomes greatly difficult.*“Let us get back to the subject at hand. Enough shitting upon the supposed leader of the Dystopian Warriors.”Yes sir, we must remain on task. That task being an unlikely foe that wishes to save the face of a certain other challenger that saw her maker face to face and met the consequences of not listening. Johnny Cedrone. A world traveler. A champion elsewhere, a weaker champion in this current company. One ruled by Our Man of Chaos.*We regain a semblance of balance and remain focused on Zolton as he begins to speak.*“Where should I continue? Stand here looking deep into the canyon land of death. I feel as though this high class heathen known as the King of Sexy, really is just a pompous asshole. He takes this sport seriously. Cedrone, do you think that I do not take this profession seriously? I take it more seriously than any other person breathing in oxygen. Most shouldn’t in my opinion. This is not a match at Dystopia, it is just a contract signing. But I am willing to show you, the live audience, and the entire world watching from their couches with a ton of junk food surrounding them, how seriously I take this business and sport. I’ve been doing it for the same amount of time as you. Yet there is no history of you accomplishing anything except a match of the night award.”*Z slides his left foot closer to the edge of the cliff and kneels. As he rises he is holding the World Wrestling HeadQuarters’ World Championship.*“This is where a predator stands. Eagles fly. A cougar lays in wait. Patiently awaiting a deer to float by just below. I am the predator. Some say I am no longer the hunter but I am the prey. No you mentally unfed mistakes. I have been the hunter, and I will continue to hunt the prey in this organization as much as they wish they were actually hunting me. Just when they think they have me in their sights, I have turned on them and ravaged them. Mangled their bodies to where repair will take months, years even. Cedrone, you claim to be this and that. A master of this world, yet you have failed time and time again. The mouth breathers watching this right now may think the same of me. I have been in the spot as they call it over and over again and failed. I admit this. But there is one thing that cannot be disputed. I was always there. Always on the cusp. The brink of destroying that person who held this title at the time. Now it is my reign that everyone fears. Why might you ask Cedrone? Easy. Rewatch Silence. That is what it is going to take for me to keep this belt. And you will have to accomplish something far worse to even have the slightest of chances to capture my championship. At Dystopia, inside that Honda Center, you will be face to face with me. The Man of Chaos. The one that has no ounce of fear within his body and mind. When you look deep into my eyes just before I smash your face repeatedly into that contract and through that table it rests on, what will you feel? Fear? Anger? Trepidation? Maybe even anxiety? No matter the emotion you feel, I will carry my title into that ring and let you get a really good look at it because that night will be the closest you ever get to this beautiful gold belt. At DreamState, you will feel pain like you have never felt before. What are you willing to do and sacrifice to possibly defeat me for this belt that night? I guess we will find out when the night arrives. I am not sure why I gave this long winded thing to advertise for a supposed simple contract signing between two competitors. Maybe I did this because I want and need you and the world as a whole to be reminded about who I am. Why, I am the champion today and you are nothing? See you in a few days Cedrone. I look forward to seeing the confidence in your eyes burn away into fear and second guessing of yourself as you stare into these eyes. These eyes that are filled with pure hatred and fury. Johnny, allow me to welcome you personally to the reign of Chaos. Enjoy the wake as it swallows your soul like so many before you.”*Zolton begins to laugh maniacally and it echoes throughout the canyon valley, we spin in a suspended circle, when our vision falls back on the cliff face where Zolton was just at, he is gone, yet his laughter continues throughout the valley disturbing the peaceful animals resting at the valley floor.*Another set of warnings. Words spoken with passion, truth and warning. Will Johnny Cedrone heed these words? Or will he fall into the wave of Chaos that Zolton creates. When will Cedrone go from hero to another casualty. DreamState is where the match happens, but will he falter when the contract gets signed? Dystopia will reveal those answers. This is just fodder for the feeble minded folks. Drama as they say in the television business. Drama that needs a conclusion, just at the climax of the action. We believe and follow our Man of Chaos. So should you.*Just as her voice trails off so elegantly and angelic. We go into another spin, one so bad our vision is so blurred no shapes. Not even colors. We go deaf. Darkness.*(~:~)(~:~)(~:~)(~:~)(~:~)(~:~)(~:~)(~:~) {~~:~~}CITY LIVING ISN’T FOR A MAN AND HIS WOMAN{~~:~~} *The scene comes in clearly upon Zolton who stands with a sleeveless plaid shirt, long jeans, holding a shovel.*“My love. My queen. This is where we will make our future. Make our lives without the ignorance and disgusting pollution of the cities.”“I absolutely love it my king. Away from the insanity. We can do what we want too.”*Crystal appears in front of Zolton, her hair tied up in a loose bun.*“Yes, beautiful. I am going to map out where the machines will dig and level out for the foundation to be laid and solidified.”“Well I do enjoy watching you work.”*She says with a smile, an odd but genuine smile creeps upon Zolton’s face.*“Are you going to do it for the shop and stuff too?”“Not today baby, I will get that done and taken care of once the house’s foundation is poured, that way while we wait for it to solidify, we can get the land dug out for the shop and the out buildings. I am wanting to recycle the soil for our greenhouse too.”“That sounds great babe. This is so amazing. I love it. Thank you for surprising me with this. I can’t wait to see everything start to take shape. I love you so much.”“I am glad you are happy with it. All the work. The planning. Developing. And organizing will all be worth it when our future becomes reality.”[/i][/font color][/font face] *He leans down and kisses Crystal on the lips, he then pulls out something from his jeans pocket. It is a piece of paper that he begins to unfold. It is hard to make out what is on it, even when he hands it gently to Crystal and asks her kindly to hold it for him to study as he starts poking the shovel into the earth. Not digging, just making a crack in the surface that he and Crystal are standing on.*“Perfect sweetness.”*He smiles more before continuing the stabbing of the shovel into the earth. Just as the scene begins to close out.*“I love you so much Zolton. This is perfect. We need to talk though.”*The scene ends with that hanging in the air. Closed out. End.*
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