[JoeBoXeR]

Triple Threat
Simon Yip vs. Shadow Starr vs. Dos Cara

(Normal RP Rules Apply)

[Lucious Starr]

Backstage. Rampage 03/07/10. We find Shadow Starr in his locker room, being bandaged by the local EMT's. He appears explosively angered, fury in his voice.

WHAT THE HELL?! WHAT THE HELL?! Somebody get Viktor Stone in here, RIGHT F*CK*NG NOW!!!

A commotion breaks out as various security guards rush the room, Shadow trying to run out. Shadow continues screaming for Viktor, wanting an explanation. Soon, however, the injuries sustained both during his title defense and the Order's return get to him, as he passes out on the floor. The camera fades as EMT's rush the fallen Starr to the hospital.

--Cut To--

Shadow Starr sits in his house, fury in his eyes. Winnie, usually bright and cheerful, walks carefully in the background. Shadow would never lay a finger on her, but this newfound fury seems almost frightening to her. Shadow looks into the camera, furious.

Viktor, I have no idea what the f*ck your problem is, but you went too far. You assume that I thought of you as a tamed beast, as another pet in a cage that has had its will broken. Viktor, I tried to talk some sense into you, tried to show you that you were still the untamed beast you always were. But what do you do? You turn your back on me, blaming ME for your views. Allow me to let you in on a little secret, Vik: YOU caged the Beast. YOU are the one responsible for your own taming. You allowed everyone else to look at you like some kind of broken house pet, like a kitty cat in a box. Me? I did what I could to try and open your eyes, tried to show you that you had to realize yourself out of that cage, and what did you do? How do I get repaid for trying to break that self-imposed lock? I get kicked in the f*cking face by my own damn partner, and I lose the one thing I had in this fed. Y'know, I never called you my friend, and for good reason. I've had too many "friends" turn their back on me. And now, maybe that title could have fit you seeing as you took the same path they did. But trust me, Vik, this is far from over. I'll find someone else to enact my rematch at Who's The Man, but you'd better believe that I'm not letting your sins go unpunished. Believe that you may be unleashing the beast on Vitaly Pitrov, but I WILL be ringside at that match... and I have a feeling Vitaly will be putting YOU through the table, rather than the other way around. No, Vik, this isn't over. You will pay for what you did, what you cost me. You will pay for crossing me. Just like everyone else...

Shadow turns, noticing movement. Winnipeg offers Shadow a drink, his favorite Vanilla Coke. He takes a sip, planting a smooch on his fiancee's cheek, understanding her fear. He turns back to the camera, focusing on the matter at hand.

However, it seems personal retribution will have to wait a week. Because while you will be trying to put Vitaly through a table, I will be taking on two people who... well, I suppose I could say are minor card players, but then again that's my spot on the roster, right?? An established fan favorite whose record indicates him as a glorified rookie. Whatever. I'll be picking up the pieces soon enough, and I'll start with my two opponents this week. Let's start with the talent I know... Mr. Yang.

Shadow takes a moment, seemingly looking at retrospect to bring knowledge about his former foe. He looks intently into the camera, speaking.

Simon Yao. How have you been? It's been a minute, no? Last time we met, you teamed with the freak Spyke Gein to defeat myself and the b*tch Viktor Stone. Well, I'll give you your due, you are a talented athelete and I will look forward to facing you again. I've faced just about every fighting style in wrestling today, but it seems your particular kung-fu or what have you was a bit... different. It's always good to see a talent like yours come out of the woodwork, especially when one has the oppertunity to knock you into next week. Last time you got lucky, Yin, but it will be MUCH different this time around. You see, when Viktor and I fought you and Gein, Viktor was a caged animal and I had to carry him during our reign as champions. This time, the load is lighter and I will take pleasure in dismantling you, one ligament at a time. This time, the full fury of the Shadows will be unleashed, and you will be left in the dust wondering what the hell hit you. The Shadows have darkened, the storm has come to full force, and nothing is going to stop me from gaining victory as I start taking this company by storm, with the full force of the shadows behind me. Be forewarned, Yoshi, that you will be less than happy to have dealt with me again. Be forewarned that you will leave the ring in a body bag, as I destroy your body, mind, and soul. Do yourself a favor, Yaminashi, and stay away from the ring if you want to live long enough to have a future in this business.

Shadow takes a breath, sipping his coke. He shakes off the contempt, turning back to the camera. He shakes his head, checking something with the cameraman. He turns back to the camera, confused.

Dos Cara?? Is that a chick or a dude? I mean, it wears a mask, so you can't tell... it's flat chested and hairy, so one would lean towards guy but then again it could be one of those freaky inbred chicks... I don't know. Look, Cara, I don't know who you are and frankly I don't care. The last masked punk I wrestled in the ring was way back when, and I kicked him to the curb. You're no different, and frankly I don't know why all you "luchadores" have to make a big deal of yourselves. You're athletic enough and you rule the skies, yada yada, but like everyone else you just aren't ready to put up with those of us with established dominance in the ring. So do yourself a favor, Cara, and poke yourself. No, seriously, about the only way I can see you anywhere close to ready for me is if you start popping roids NOW. Not that I endorse that kind of thing, nor do I condone it, but if I'm gonna have to carry your ass through the whole match you can at least do SOMETHING to make it easier on me. Honestly, I'd have more competition facing a set of giant rookies than having you across the ring. Just do yourself a favor and don't show. No, better yet, show up at the ring, cower in fear of real talent, and run like a little bitch. I don't see the point in tearing you to bits simply because you were in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Shadow sips his Vanilla Coke, taking a moment. He turns to Winnie, who makes a motion to wrap it up. Shadow nods, turning back to the camera.

You'll have to excuse me, gentlemen. Tonight I was supposed to be celebrating my successful Tag Team Championship defense. But I suppose you can't expect even the inevitable, whether it's staring you in the face or not. Bottom line, though, fellas. I'm not happy. Viktor Stone cost me the one thing I had left in this company, and until I get retribution I'm going to tear you and anyone else in my way to shreds. I'm not just brushing a line there, either, boys. I will leave no man standing, I will leave only devestation and destruction in my wake until my former "partner" pays for what he did to me. And if that means you two have to be laid out in the process, so be it. The stars have foretold a horrible end to the PWA as we know it. And it all starts...

with YOU.

The camera pans out as Shadow stands, joining his girl. They walk out of the room, the camera shooting to the window. One sees the Original Legend of Shadows driving away, his lady love by his side, as the camera fades... to... black...

[Sean22789]

The scene starts in a zoo around sunset. There are many dead exotic birds lying on the pavement. These birds line up making a trail of some sort. Peacocks and parakeets, and even emus are all lying helplessly lying in a row when all of a sudden, we see feet. The camera pans up and its Simon.

The Phoenix. King of the Birds. Remember what you said about me? Most important opponent of 2010? Let me tell you something, Rob. There is something that I hold near and dear to my heart. It’s called honor. Sure you said that if you couldn’t defeat me, then you wouldn’t deserve to be the man. You didn’t beat me. Once again I was THIS close to a victory when all of a sudden you go and make yourself cry. Taking the easy way out and getting me disqualified was a HUGE mistake on your part. I saw the video of you poking yourself in your eyes. After last Sunday, you could add another title to your “glorious resume”: former world heavyweight champion and current pansy ass bitch of the PWA.

Simon walks away from the bird massacre and starts roaming around the zoo.

But I digress. I got to forget what is past, learn what I could and move on with life. Let’s take a look at my opponents for this Sunday.

The camera man hands him a sheet of paper with two headshots of Simon’s opponents for Rampage.

Hmm… Well isn’t this just refreshing. Like Genesis, I’m fighting against a veteran and a complete nobody. Since I’ve only fought one of you in the past I’m gonna start off with the newcomer first.

Dos Caras. Honestly I have no Spanish speaking skills whatsoever. I didn’t know what your name meant for the longest time. Thanks to my good friend Diego Vega, AKA The Andalusian, he was able to help translate for me. Apparently your name means “two faces.” Well once you get in the ring with Shadow Starr and myself, we’ll make sure that that red and blue mask of yours will become a lovely shade of bruised mauve. It’s a good thing your history is “UNKNOWN.” No one’s gonna miss you when we leave you in the ring like a lifeless Halloween decoration.

Now on to you, Shadow Starr. Yes we did have our tag match back in January, but honestly I didn’t feel like we got to brawl that much. I was killing Viktor most of the time. Thankfully now I get to see how the “fury of the storm” compares with my wing chun kung fu. Be prepared for a no holds barred, victory starved, crazed hurricane of fists and feet. We are both dangerous men, Starr. I will personally make it my goal not to only have a good match, but to place you in your own element. You see once I get the opportunity, I will put you in your own element and make you see nothing but darkness. BOOM. Lights out…
So at Rampage, I WILL put my mark in the PWA. I WILL deliver a beating to these two. I WILL be victorious, because Simon Says, “The Year of Yip has begun.”

A zookeeper runs towards Simon.

HEY! Did you KILL all these birds? Do you know HOW MUCH that’s gonna cost you? I have every right to sue you and…

Without hesitation, Simon delivers a lightning fast buzzsaw kick to the zookeepers head. The crowd around him gasp as the man instantly falls to the ground. Simon looks around at the crowd and then at the cameraman.

Hey. At least it wasn’t a camera this time.

Simon walks off into the sunset as the camera slowly fades out.

[dos cara]

Camera is on the Dos Cara.

Dos: I can’t believe you lost me the match last week I had that nothing beat and then you blew it for me.

Cara: Oh I blew it for you; we didn’t just lose to a better wrestler.

Dos: NO!...

Cara: is that all you had to say?

Dos: yes what else is there to say? Besides you suck.

Cara: yup, you’re right, I suck, but I’m you ,you moron.

Dos: NO!...

Cara: Ok you know what if I could leave I would but I can’t because we are in the same body.

Dos: Sure and Shadow Starr won a title without Viktor Stone being in the match. HA, HA, it’s funny because it’s true.

Cara: Whoa, you’re actually right how did you? Whoa.

Dos: Right, I know I just blew you away with that bit of knowledge the funny part is he’s mad at him for turning on him when he should be thanking him.

Cara: I’m sure he has a lot of raw talent and he did it mostly on his own.

Dos: Right.

Cara: ...

Dos: Simon Yip you think that you are going to beat me and that Shadow Starr will help you ha, the fact is both you losers will have to gang up on me to win because well you both need someone else involved to get the job done.

Cara: well that wasn’t very nice at all now was it?

Dos: that’s why you lost last week, you’re to soft man, you gotta get with you aggressive side.

Cara: you keep saying I lost it for us but, last time I checked you said I was your manager.

Dos: NO!...

Cara: Oh ok then, I see how it’s going to be blame me for the losses, take credit for the victories.

Dos: NO!...

Cara: Right.

Dos: I’ll take blame for the matches I’ve lost it just so happens that I haven’t lost a match yet you have.

Cara: you shoulders were on the mat two when we got pinned.

Dos: NO!

Cara: … (Shacks his head.)

Dos: I was on the outside of the ring you were in there, just laying there waiting to lose the opportunity to be the man, I knew I should have gotten in there when we started damn it all.

Cara: Bet it was your stupid catchphrase.

Dos: fuck you.

Cara: you just told your self to f yourself.

Dos: What?

Cara:…(chuckles)

Dos: whatever, this week I’m going to beat the hell out Shadow Starr, and this Simon Yip, it seems like they may, or may not want to team up on me, but regardless I know that you my friend, have my back.

Cara: Oh Yeah I’ll be there with you, although I don’t know what I could do to help you.

Dos: Oh your unbreakable spirit is all I need my friend. This week I will win this week and nothing those two fools can do will stop me ok end this now.

Camera snaps to black.

[Lucious Starr]

Shadow.

Mmrfn...

Shadow, wake up.

Hrrmmm?

Shadow, you need to wake up. It's time to start thinking strategy.

Who the hell... strategy?? Huh??

Oh, don't pretend like you don't know who I am, Starr. And strategy for Sunday.

The scene fades in, Shadow Starr slowly crawling out of bed. The sun is barely rising as he stands, walking into the bathroom. He turns on the sink, splashing water onto his face. He looks up, and seems spooked by his own image. Soon, it seems that he doesn't see himself at all.

Leave me alone.

Shadow, I'm just trying to help.

Like you did back in the South Pacific? Like you did in Greece?? No thanks, man. I'm on my own.

Sounds like your whole career, huh? Continuously picking up partners and so-called "friends", but all the while truly fighting against everyone on your own. So I suppose deep down you realize whose fault it is that you lost your Tag Team Championships.

Yeah, Viktor.

Try again, Shadow.

Hey, if Vik would have been my partner instead of a treacherous little ingrate, I'd still be holding gold over my shoulder rather than sitting here talking to you.

And yet, here I am. Trying to help a fallen star get back on his feet. Merely providing some guidan...

Shut the hell up! I don't need you, I don't want you, get out of my head!!

Look, I'm not going anywhere until you figure out what's going on. I'm here to try one last time, Shadow. One last chance to open your eyes to what's going on. One last chance to get you to realize... what's holding you back.

At the moment... YOU.

Shadow, I merely showed up now. I wasn't there when you lost the titles.

Look, Viktor was holding me back. If he had listened to me just once, would have opened his eyes to what I was trying to tell him...

Isn't that interesting?? The same thing I kept telling you is what you're telling Viktor, the same thing you still aren't opening your eyes to because you can't see it in yourself.

What the hell are you getting at??

The TRUTH, Shadow. You want to talk about self-inflicted prisons? Look at you!! You continue to blame those around you for holding you back, wanting to implicate anyone and everyone else for your stupid mistakes... While the entire time, you've been the only one who truly held back the force that is Shadow Starr!!

Shut up!! Blade held me back in the Pacific, the Foundation held me back in Greece, and now Viktor...

Always something, right?? Always someone else to blame. Look at yourself, Lucious!

DON'T CALL ME THAT!! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO CALL ME THAT!!

Why not? I don't want to disgrace the name you've taken on yourself. The name Shadow used to mean something. It used to mean that no matter what was thrown your way, you'd face it and come out the moral winner, simply because you stood for that much. You know, Shadow, when you first came into the company I have to say, you were one hell of a guy. Never in my life had I met someone who honestly cared more about the sport and the fans than the gold. But you kept going on with exactly that. Never pushing too hard for championships because you knew it was only a matter of time, and then you'd be the champion of the people. But then you did something stupid. You relied on friends and partners. You trusted those closest to you in a world where relationships are constantly torn apart. And then you turned to me.

I was weak. I was torn over the Foundation, over my frustrations with Blade, and you manipulated me...

I was TRYING to help you, Shadow. I was TRYING to wake you up, to unleash your demons. But you turned on me before I could do that, and now you're stuck. No titles, no friends, hell you're barely clinging to your self-respect. And now, your only chance to regain any dignity is to challenge Viktor and beat him. But what if you're wrong, Shadow? What if Viktor has unleashed his old self and you're not up to the task? What if you fail??

I won't. I can beat Viktor, I have beaten Viktor and I'll do it again.

Oh, that's right. You beat him after Raizzor knocked his ass to the floor and then you managed to win the IC Title. But then you lost it, didn't you? To a GIRL, no less...

Riona is no girl!! She's tangled with the best and she's beaten them, so I'm not even going to...

But she's beat you. Twice, at least. And she's a World Champion. Meanwhile you've sunk so low as to forget your dreams of World Championship gold and you've asked the locker room to help you regain the Tag straps. How great the Original Legend of Shadows must be.

Shut the hell up!! You have no idea...

No, Shadow, YOU have no idea! You've been pandering to the fans for so long that you've forgotten just how powerful and ruthless you can be! You've been riding your own coattails for so long you still believe your own hype! Shadow, open your eyes. The fans still love you, but that's only going to last so long. Eventually you're going to have to put up or shut up... and I don't think you're willing to put up.

I'm willing to do whatever it takes...

Then DO it. Put up or shut up time, Shadow. You feel the demons knocking at the gates, you feel the hatred in your heart... do yourself a favor and LET IT OUT!!

No...

DO IT, SHADOW! You have nothing else to lose!! Viktor released the Beast, now you free your demons! Let them guide you to victory, to domination, to World Heavyweight Championships!

I... I can't...

Come on, boy!! Let the hate fill you! Let the rage move you! Let everything else subside, so that you can take the PWA and the wrestling world by storm once more! Drop this moniker by which you've lost so much, and release the Fury of Hades upon the world!! Let it be known that Shadow is dead, and in his place shall come the Beta Warrior of the PWA...

LUCIOUS STARR!!

The lights in the room flicker, the sound of thunder rumbling in the distance. Shadow looks up to the mirror, an odd gaze in his eyes as he begins a low laughter, the camera fading.

-----Cut to------

The scene opens on a graveyard. Two burial plots with random names etched in them. A figure stands between the plots, speaking. The shadows hide his face.

It took me a while to understand. It took some time and motivation to truly get what it was that was holding me back. For years I've blamed friends, I've blamed partners, I've blamed the people in charge. But upon the revelations of Viktor Stone, I finally realized that what I was telling Viktor was no less true about myself. All these years, my love for the fans, my views of upholding the truth and justice, it clouded my judgement and in turn made me weak. But no longer. The figure you see before you now has released his hold, released the demons from his closet. Viktor, I have you to thank for this; if you hadn't turned on me I might still be the foolish, pathetic excuse for a wrestler I've allowed myself to become. But now, hell has unleashed a monster, and I will answer the call. This... is my awakening.

A light comes up, revealing the face of Shadow Starr. He looks to the left, motioning towards the empty grave.

In this grave lies the spirit of the old me. In this grave lies the remains of Shadow Starr. For all this time, it has been the Shadow of the Star that has fallen, time and time again. It has been the self-destructive ways of the Shadow that have cost me World Championships and greatness within my own ranks. And now, as I bury what is now forever my past, I introduce the world to the one who will be fighting in the name of my true talent: Lucious Starr.

Lucious begins to shovel dirt into the empty plot, continuing as he speaks on. He pays no attention to the camera, only addressing it in voice.

My mother named me Lucious, knowing that one day I would be great. She knew that I had great things in my future, and I would accomplish things that others couldn't. She knew that one day, her boy would be the forefront of his generation, and would guide the younger generations to greatness with him. I lost that train of thought when my foster father placed me in boxing. I knew I would be great, but to be fighting with the name my mother gave me... it seemed like a disgrace to what she wanted for me. It seemed like fighting under another name would allow me to follow her plans for me, while being able to follow my own dreams. It occurs to me now that she would have wanted me to make a name for myself, and that the only thing worse than doing it this way would be to hold myself back and disgrace her. But I see now that it was taking on the moniker of Shadow Starr that caused me to fall. It was holding myself back, trying to live to a higher standard of living, that caused me to disgrace my mother's memory. But no more. No longer will the name Shadow Starr curse my life, no longer will I withold my demons. From this point on, the Beta Warrior of the PWA will bring honor to my mother's memory, as well as victory to my own name. It is with my true identity that I will conquer the PWA, from Dos Cara and Simon Yip to Riona Langly and Matthew Engel.

After filling the hole, Lucious stops and looks at the other. A sick grin crosses his face as he looks up to the camera, addressing his soon-to-be opponents.

Simon. You brought up a good point; you were focused mainly on Viktor Stone when we last met. And for that, I must apologize. You see, the Shadow Starr that you and Spyke faced was just that; a shadow of who I truly am. It seems that you will never know what it would have been like to face the man known as Shadow. You now have a much larger, much more dangerous foe in Lucious Starr, who will stop at nothing to completely destroy anyone and anything that crosses his path. Your wing chun kung fu will help you to stay alive, at best, when the dust has settled. The fury of the storm has known nothing of the Fury of Hades, which is exactly what will be unleashed upon you when we meet. Nothing, NOTHING will stop me from defeating you both, and God himself will have to keep me from ripping the both of you limb from limb. It is with great honor that you fight, and that great honor that you will leave with, defeated, destroyed, and emotionally dead. You will need every move, every belief you have when you face me, Simon, as it will be everything you are keeping me from utterly erasing you from existance. Do yourself a favor, Simon, and bring yourself a rope. You'll be pulling yourself to safety while I unleash hell's wrath.

Lucious turns, shaking his head. He looks back at the camera, frowning.

Dos Cara. Honestly, I have no idea what is going on with you. You speak to yourself as if you had multiple personalities, but usually at least one isn't severely retarded. You sit there, arguing with yourself, thinking that you are two people, when in reality if you were two people you still wouldn't be one combined decent talent. Bottom line, Cara, is that Simon and I will be pounding both of your faces into oblivion. Not because we need each others help; Yip and I are both talented enough to rip your two personalities in half by ourselves. No, you will face our combined efforts because neither one of us wants to disgrace ourselves by facing you alone. Once you're out of the way, the PWA universe will be treated to a REAL match, rather than a fatal four way between two hapless morons and two talented individuals such as Simon Yip and Lucious Starr. Do us all a favor and just don't show; seriously, why drag a perfectly good match through the mud by adding your name to the mix? Get your head straight, get some meds to clear up your obvious mental problems and come back when you've gained some TALENT.

Shadow looks to the empty grave, taking in a breath. He looks back into the camera, taking a moment to let everything sink in.

This Sunday, gentlemen, is more than just a match. Because for you two, Cara especially, it is a fight... for your lives. I will walk out the victor when all is said and done, but whether you two are able to walk out at all will depend on just how far you're willing to go to preserve yourselves. Find yourselves a place to hide, gentlemen. Because at Rampage, the Fury of Hades will be unleashed on the PWA. And when the Beta Warrior attacks... no man is left standing.

Lucious turns, the wind blowing loose dirt into the empty grave. Starr disappears, but soon a gravekeep shows up...

What the hell... Who filled this hole?

Fade... to... black...