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Main Event: Doug E. Fresh vs. Kurt Noble: Hell in a Cell
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Doug E. Fresh vs. Kurt Noble

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Deadline: Thursday December 13th at 11:59 EST
 
Doug

"It doesn't take a visionary to realize the greatest way to sell their organization was to highlight it with the most relevant and important rivalry in professional wrestling."

(Despondency from the man signing the contract.)

"And its done! I for one have to say I'm simply ecstatic to see what the next installment of good versus evil has to offer us."

(He had turned his back to leave until hearing that comment.)

"Good versus evil you say? Let me ask you something silly promoter and be vary of your response for it may do you a grave injustice."

(With one devilish stare, the promoter is frozen.)

"Which am I?"

"Um...g-g-g-g-g-g..."

"Silence. Less ye be judged."

(He waves his hand while leaving the room. Outside, leaning against the corner by the doorway is the 2011 Queen of Sin and Queen of the Sinistry, Sabra Nikolayev.)

"Doug, I think he nearly peed himself. What did you do?"

"Merely one glance can expose a weak man's frailties."

"And to a woman?"

"Are you asking to see it? Please Sabra. You are too strong to be broken by intimidation alone. Else you would not be walking by my side."

(While holding the door open to head outside, he bows to Sabra as a king would to his queen. She takes in one deep breath of the fresh air and then smiles back at Doug.)

"I am excited for your match! You and Noble have this chemistry. It makes each contest thrilling, suspenseful."

"You and I have so much progressing forward with the evolution of the Sinistry taking place add to that the transcendence to power in the Sin City once we have reclaimed the Global title. Yet here you are, acting as innocent as a child absorbing the thoughts of things you enjoy."

"All my matches are important. But we compete for a reason."

"To some its a thrill. But I solely desire the change that comes with success and failure. Take the match you agreed with for these visionaries as an example. Queen vs. Queen. What do I do if you are upended? Are you not the true queen anymore?"

"I fought to become the first queen of sin. I am the true queen of sin."

"So will a defeat change your perspective? Has it already? Or does yours matter? Is it the views of others whom we should concern ourselves with?"

"I have always fought on my own. You seem to indulge others whether you are respected or loathed."

"THAT my queen is how Gods are built. Faith makes them powerful. Hatred makes them revered. Either way, doing SOMETHING even as meaningless as teeth chattering or being unable to respond in my presence simply says one thing...I HAVE IMPACT!"

"Indeed."

(He doesn't notice her snicker. It can be seen as something innocent or perhaps that of someone who has exhausted her belief due to a change in her own perspective and instead merely humors him until the time is right.)

"In all of us, there is a desire for finding faith. While its either black or white for some people, many are left wandering about in grey. And as people evolve and progress their weaknesses into strengths, through all the turmoil, the spirit of true faith remains. When people stop restricting themselves to a set of morals or ideals and become for the first time in their lives fully self-aware, true change can be found in body and in mind. That is where I've transcended the world Sabra. It matters not who I face, what I love, when its even day or night. My eyes are open most when closed. While others watch whats left behind, I ripped a hole in the sky to bring my throne down to earth."

(Transport has arrived to return the duo from the arranged meeting place to the Sinadel located just miles from SCW headquarters in Las Vegas.)

"Cling to your belief my dear. Even the most noble are exposed when faithless."



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Oblivious of reasoning, left out of the decision making, permissions grant only an outside looking in sort of view. And I'm blessed for it.

Religion = Mystery
War = Power

In someone else's grip, these things remain constant, but religion in my hand is not a mystery or a war. It's power. With power, time is not a restraint. If I want something, it will become my possession. The years we left behind cannot be reclaimed. So forget it and move forward...evolve.

I'm often questioned about who I once was; blamed for past discrepancies. It's believed that deep down, I am who I always have been. A manipulator. A coward. A beast. There is but one fact.

I am dead.

No return. Rebirth. The aftermath of my demise has long ago descended. And from it emerged an ascendance. Never again will I die...for I am immortal. I am God. I'm exempt from your decisions and your judgments. Everything born eventually dies but I will usher in the next generation. Together we can bury the hate, the shame, the lies, all of it can be swept away like dust.

Though I know that eventually everything will end for all of you, I want you to have the will, the choice, to end it in your own way. YOU can be a part of change. Instead of punishing yourselves; giving into the generational curse, you can admit your guilt for being born into your role and then ignore the voices controlling you.

People make claims of their possessions. They steal. They lie. This will come to an end. A new day is beginning. There will be no necessity to take from the inheritance that I will give you. Life will be shared, not wasted. For it is vital; truly vital if used correctly. And the way to use your life correctly is devote yourself to the one man who has undoubtedly chosen to save you.

Me.

I've cast the first stone and I'm not cowering for there's nothing I fear. Because dreams are not to be feared. They are the essence of what makes us. If I must fell the sole who used to be your hero to finally turn notice towards me from those of you non-believers who remain. Then I shall.




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(One by one, black hooded figures begin their march. Forming two rows, they slowly step forward in unison. Their numbers increase as the platform starts to become a bit crowded. The leaders of each row turn direction facing oppositely. Their marching forms a circle around a higher pedestal centered in the room. The legions of cloaked individuals continue as they line up behind their brethren creating an audience around the circle.

When their numbers have reached the hundreds and no more enter from the archway, a parting in the black is made like that of the red sea. It is then that one final black cloak takes his own steps forward. He slowly progresses through the sea of the devoted until it closes up and he alone stands on the pedestal in its center.

First he undoes the upper bounds of his cloak. His shoulders reveal pieces of gold. On one shoulder the SCW Global Championship sits. The other holds the CWC World Heavyweight Title belt. He unties the waist portion of the cloak and as it spreads, the Experts True Expert Championship is strapped firmly around his waist. He crosses his arms to hold the shoulder titles in place and a chosen member of the followers steps forward and pulls back his hood.)

"Brothers. Sisters. Your God has arrived."

(The pedestal starts to elevate. Each championship he possesses is taken and placed by his feet in visible positions to all. He ascends above the congregation until the pedestal stops moving.)

"I had a premonition. A vision. Through are wars from the Extreme Tournament and the Championship Wrestling Council, and our appearances in SCW and APW, I foresaw that if I agreed to appear for this promotion in any sort of a wrestling match, that there was only one man worthy of staring across at me from corner to corner.

He is one of a rare breed to have discovered the next phase of human evolution.

He is quite possibly my greatest foe.

And he is undoubtedly my best friend.

Upon hearing that remark, he may scoff or laugh. But there's no doubt in my mind. Kurt Noble is my best friend.

Do you have any idea what its like to be truly and utterly alone? Gods transcend human capabilities. No one can match my intelligence, speed, wit, passion. Despite being the only real king of the wrestling universe, there is NO ONE who works harder than I do at maintaining this exceptional level of skill at the craft.

No one except you Kurt Noble.

I've sat on my throne. I've witnessed so many attempt to scale the mountain and then fall to their untimely demise. So many greats in this industry have fallen at my hand. I broke James Stall like a twig to claim the CWC title. I took down Michael Thunder and Chris Strike simultaneously to acquire my record 7th SCW Global Championship! I EVEN DID THE UNTHINKABLE in defeating Jack Benevolence to become the True Expert Champion!

And throughout all this, there's only been one wrestler who has truly bested me, who has truly pushed me to spread my influence further and work even harder, only one man has been my true rival. That's you Kurt. I've said it before that I may be a shell of a man without a mortal nemesis. To you I have gratitude. I have faith that our next encounter will be another for our great history.

But to do that, I'm going to need to do for you what was done for me.

Kurt you have been a desperate, changed man; a tormented soul. For the past year you dedicated a portion of your life to stand tall for the meek and fight whatever conspiracy you could find. You presumed they existed...that they were coming for you. But they were not. It was all in your head.

During these conspiracies, we had our battles and unlike 2011, Kurt Noble you could not once defeat me this year. Perhaps your past victories over me and your ascension to APW champion had an effect. Perhaps victory defeated you. It's not easy finding the desire and motivation to remain elite. I had hoped your loss to Jack Benevolence would of been enough to unlock the frustration. But it wasn't. Instead of chasing Jack you went chasing your imagination.

Until recently, no one noticed the wolf beneath the sheep! But your failures have shown us the true colors of Kurt Noble. And I for one am salivating at the opportunity to step into my ring against a revitalized Noble.

Personas are what they are. An image. Something for people to believe in. Deep down Kurt, men like you and I are unwavering. I have always been a God and you sir will always be my nemesis. No matter what the public thinks of you, what will never change is the desire you're going to have to walk into Madison Square Garden and pin my shoulders to the mat.

I know it Kurt! I know because I have that same desire!

We can't ever be anything but who we are as competitors. I've made a calendar year out of beating you up. Though I know a misstep could entice the public to stay interested in our squabbles, the fact of the matter is that I will always want to defeat you. My accomplishments will never end me because I want more of them. I hate losing. I don't ever give up. Its in my spirit. And I'll do it again Kurt. I'll give every ounce of blood in my human body to pin you again.

Showcase Zero. Ground Zero. A new beginning. Allow me to leave you something to consider Kurt. No matter what we are going to wrestle. There's no cold snow of Siberia this time. No insane domed structures which were overshadowing our talent in order to make a corrupt company a few extra dollars. No. This time Kurt its you and I trapped inside Hell In A Cell.

This is probably the section of this conversation where I speak of the horrible things I'll do to you. I could wedge your leg between a set of steel stairs and a cage. I could writhe your face back and forth against the wall until you bleed out. Many threats can be made but I'm not like that. You've been tormented enough over your losses in the biggest matches to me. You've suffered enough pain.

I must say however that I'm thankful you've lost your halo.

Because of this Kurt, even you can now be saved. Are you capable of understanding what it would be like to witness the two greatest wrestlers in the entire world, standing side by side as allies? Together, we could wash away the impurities of this world once and for all. We can break ground on what will be the next generation in professional wrestling!

You and I, together, can become the real visionaries.

Ponder over it now, or wait until I've dropped you on the canvas and you're recovering after hell in a cell. My hand will be extended to meet yours. All you have to do is allow me to pull you up."

(The pedestal descends so that Doug may return to the masses that surround him. Once its reached its original position, the mass of hoods shroud his exit. Before he leaves he has one last thing to say.)

"There is always room for a Noble man in my Sinistry."
 
Kurt

Noblefall

3 hours, 15 minutes to Zero

“You know, there’s no shame in admitting that…well…maybe you just don’t have it anymore…”

*BAM*

“…That maybe, you’re past your prime…”

*SMACK*

“…That maybe, you just don’t have what it takes to beat Doug Fresh.”

Silence;

It fills the air, only partially interrupted by the sound of a punching bag swinging back and forth, the only movement in the room. The taped fists, totem-like figure, and dead eyes of Kurt Noble remain unwavering as the voice-mail resumes.

“…I know we haven’t spoken in some time Kurtis. Christ, I can’t say I blame you after everything that went down in Siberia. You may not ever understand that what I did, I did to stop you from destroying everything around you; everything you loved. I just didn’t want you to be…well…

“Doug Fresh.”

The name finally causes Noble to exhale, blowing the gray hairs dangling down across his forehead. He rubs his whiskered chin as his eyes fixate to a power on the wall of the gym, featuring two very familiar men staring one another down…

“The End is the Beginning is the End” on December 13th…
Visionary Wrestling incorporate Presents….
SHOWCASE ZERO!

Featuring a Hell darker than the Inferno itself…
Kurt Noble vs. Doug Fresh…In a Hell in a Cell!


“But that’s not why I called Kurtis, so don't think is just old Robert giving you a lecture. I know things are different for you; I’ve heard that you’re not the same man that I managed in the first bloody Extreme Tournament. You’re angrier, more vicious…more like him. That means you might not be the same man that can beat Doug Fresh anymore. Maybe, maybe not; I don’t know. I just want you to know that this life you’ve chosen…it doesn’t have to be like this forever. There is an end-game, a way out. I found it, and I hope you do too…

“And God help you if you don’t. Goodbye, Kurtis."

*Beep*

Next message…

“Hey Kurt, it’s Jeff. I just wanted to make sure you were all set for today; it’s a really exciting chance for APW to show that we’re still the best in the inter-promotional scene. I know things have been rough with you lately, but I want you to know that APW support you against Doug, and-“

*SMASH*

The cell phone is silenced, lying in pieces next to the now untethered punching bag. Suddenly, Noble lunges to the side, grabbing the poster….

*RIIIIIIPPPPPP*

He throws it to the side, his breathing erratic as he tears it in half! Suddenly, Noble grabs his bicep in pain, clenching his teeth as he snarls at the rest of the gym-members around him. His right bicep twitches as he attempts to control it. Noble snatches his nearby cane, leaning against it, before…

“Mr. Noble.”

His eyes snap towards a nearby gym intern. His eyes glance at the punching bag for only a moment, before fixating on Noble.

“There’s a message for you up front-“

“What is it?” he barks, making the man jump in his skin.

“It’s time,” he mutters.

The man scurries off as Noble nods, his breathing calming. He looks down at the poster where his cane is perfectly positioned across Doug Fresh’s smirking face.

“I suppose it is.”

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1 hour and 16 minutes to Zero


6:14 PM…
6:15 PM…
6:16 PM…


“Seriously, where the Hell is this guy?”

The question hangs in the air as various VIW technical staff, identified by their dark blue shirts, continue to fiddle with their microphone equipment. The speaker, a short-haired, fair-skinned boy (his age hardly identifies him as a man) with a name tag labeling him as “Derek Myers” taps his foot on the ground as he glares around the arena entrance, meeting only the gaze of the ramp, hungry VIW fans as they await the arena opening. He glances at his cell phone…

6:17 PM…

“5:30 sharp,” he moans as he rolls. “That’s when he was told to be here. Seriously, who shows up late for the Main Event of the biggest match of their career? What am I supposed to do now?”

“Well Jesus Chris kid, you never had to fill dead air before?” snaps a balding man with a clipboard. “VIW says he’ll be here, then he’ll be here. He’s running here for fuck’s sake!”

“Cause if he did, he might as well pick up a red suit and some gifts…he’d be right on time!” sniggers a nearby maintenance working, instantly getting a stare of death.

“Kurt Noble may be a miserable old fuck, but he isn’t a no-shower,” snaps the bald man. “Look kid, just interview some fans to kill time; that’s the sort of shit that gets put on DVD Extras. Management will love it. Just stall until he gets here.”

Derek rolls his eyes as he stumbles over to the crowd, accompanied by a camera-man. He straightens his hair, and waits for his off-screen cue…

“Good evening ladies and gentlemen! My name is Derek Myers, interview intern here for Visionary Wrestling Incorporate’s first ever event…Showcase Zero! We’ve got a stacked show from top to bottom, but one match that’s gotten more buzz than any is the long-awaited confrontation between arch0enemies Doug Fresh and Kurt Noble…this time, while locked inside a steel cage in the Hell in a Cell match!

“We’ve heard some superstar opinions all across the Twitterverse, but let’s see what the VIW opinion for this absolutely historic match-up! What’s your name, son?”

Derek makes eye contact with a random man, holding the microphone towards him as the crowd turns its attention to Derek.

“James!” he shouts over the crowd.

“Well James, it’s do or die time: Who’s going to win tonight between Kurt Noble and Doug Fresh?”

“Oh, Doug Fresh, no contest,” James quickly spouts off. “Third time isn’t a charm, especially when you’re on such a downward spiral like Noble is. He got beat in CWC…twice. He’s gotten clowned by Doug Fresh every time they’ve stepped into the ring together. Not expecting anything different tonight!”

“But you are aware that Kurt Noble has beaten Doug Fresh before, right?” Derek asks.

“Different times, man,” James retorts. “That was before the fall of the ‘great’ Kurt Noble. He turned his back on APW, and everyone that ever bought his shit. He deserves everything he gets. My kid used to love him; now he’s actually cheering Fresh. How messed up is that? I seriously hope Doug Fresh sends him back home for good.”

“Violent, but passionate words!” Derek says he turns to another fan.

“It’ll have to be edited out for swearing, but whatever,” he grumbles, before turning on his happy smile. “You, Mrs.! I don’t know if you’re aware, but the polls are split nearly down the middle in favor of both men. It’s caused a bit of turmoil in the APW and SCW camps; where do you fit in?”

“Kurt Noble is a closet Satanist, and we all know it!” she declares, causing Derek’s grin to diminish. “No man like that can beat a God-fearing man like Doug Fresh; Jesus Chris fights for me, and I fight for Doug Fresh! He’ll burn in the Cell, and then in Hell!”

“Fucking wackjob over here!”

The googly-eyed woman turns back, inaudibly yelling at her heckler as Derek facepalms. He turns to another fan, when…

“THERE HE IS!”

Derek barely has time to turn as the crowd begins to violently boo a limo as it enters the sightline. Upon its stop, out steps Kurt Noble, dressed in a scraggly suit and still unshaven. He blocks his eyes from the flashes of lenses…and perhaps everything else…

“SCREW YOU, KURT!”

“NOT EVEN GOOD ENOUGH TO BEAT DOUG FRESH ANYMORE, ARE YOU?”

“KICK HIS ASS, DOUG!”

Derek tries to move towards Kurt, but the APW Megastar stumbles past the crowd, security blocking several rabid fans from getting to him; in fact, by the time Derek recovers from being pushes aside, Noble is nowhere in sight! Derek snarls.

“Son of a bitch!”

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30 minutes to Zero


“Haven’t seen him; he’s probably cowering in fear. Serves him right for turning on APW!”

“Who cares? Does anyone really want him here?”

“Que?”

Derek grunts as he pushes past the backstage crew, his eyes furiously scanning his surroundings. After a few minutes, his phone vibrates. He gulps as he places it against his ear…

“Yes?”

“…”

“I’m, I’m still looking! He’s nowhere to be-“

“…”

“Yes, I understand this is the flagship match of the show…”

“…”

“No, I’m getting a full search party to find him! I promise he’ll be prepped and ready before his match with…”

“…”

“Understood…yes, I…okay then, I’ll find-“

“…”

Derek sighs as he brings his phone down. The desperation clouds his vision as he looks around, before passing a sign…

“APW LOCKERROOMS AHEAD”

He shrugs, and begins to move towards the locker-rooms. He glances inside, getting just a peak of the men and women inside, each one prepping for the first ever VIW event, when suddenly…

“You know, six different pairs of search parties came through here. Not one of them asked anyone inside where I was. You think any of them would have cared?”

Derek spins around, facing a small staircase about twenty yards away. There sits Kurt Noble, who winces as he puts his knee brace, just slightly out of view. Suddenly, Derek’s face lightens up…and the fire begins.

“Are you Goddamn serious?” Derek demands. “I’ve had teams searching for you for an HOUR, and you’ve been chilling outside the APW locker-room for an hour like an asshole? Seriously, I’ve heard things about; I heard that you changed, that you were a complete stuck-up...but to risk your match, Hell, my job so you could pout about being here? I was supposed to interview you for our first show, and now? Screw. That. Hope you get destroyed tonight, Kurt. I really do.”

Derek spits at Noble’s feet, getting one response from the APW Megastar:

A chuckle.

“What’s so fucking funny?” he snaps.

“No one found me…because no one wanted to find me,” Noble answers as he stares at the APW locker-room door. “Why look for a dead man?”

“Why wrestle if you think Doug’s going to beat you then?” asks Derek as he rolls his eyes. Noble shakes his head.

“Make no mistake: Doug and I have had this coming for a long time. No titles. No tournament. No bullshit; just Hell. But, being trapped in that Cell isn’t what makes me a dead man. The fact that I’m on the quickly sinking S.S. Noble isn’t it either. I’m a dead man because what I am…it’ll kill your job, my job, and this company.”

“The Hell are you talking about?” Derek asks.

Noble sighs, and begins to chuckle again, covering his forehead with his palm. “Doug and I…we’re a perfect storm. We have such a history, such a hatred for each other…yet, here we are! Again! Nothing pulled us into this Hell; we chose this. We chose this because Doug and I are good at one thing:

“Destruction.

“We wrestled in a Steel Dome in CWC…only to see CWC collapse on itself.

“We took on the Extreme Tournament…only for the Experts to kill itself right as we fought for its future…

“And now, here we are…in VIW. You think your job, this company, this business is safe when Doug Fresh and I step into that ring again…well…

“You are wrong.

Noble’s chuckles die down, as the emotion drains from his face.

“Maybe it’s Doug, maybe it’s me; maybe it’s the two of us together that symbolize what death really is. The sad thing is that Doug and I will always be drawn to one another. Friends, enemies, whatever the Hell you want to call us; Doug and I are connected. Even if we kill each other tonight, nothing will change; we’ll still keep dancing. You...” Noble squints at his name….”Derek, think that that’s gonna change because your company upped the stakes?”

Noble chuckles again, but this time his voice is hoarse. Derek awkwardly stands around, facing down Noble as he tightens his gloves.

“So…why come back?” he asks softly, looking at APW’s locker-room. “I heard things have…well, changed with you, since you…you…”

“Turned my back on my company by smashing my best friend’s face in?” Noble asks.

“…Yeah. Why come here then? Why try and prove anything?”

Noble is silent as he finishes adjusting his gloves. He stands up, stretching his knee.

“You’ve heard what they’ve said about me…what I’m going through? What do they call it now? The fall of Kurt Noble? The end of the once-great man that beat Doug Fresh in the Experts tournament…twice? That won Supremacy for his team by defeating Doug Fresh? They ask, they beg, they plead…where did that man go? You saw them out there Derek; they’re mad that that man died protecting them, and now here’s what they’re left with…”

Noble extends his arms outward.

“Me…Kurt Noble. Sorry to disappoint.”

Derek says nothing as Noble touches his cane, and begins to walk past him. However, Noble pauses.

“I don’t know that I can beat Doug Fresh anymore,” Noble confesses as he turns to look at Derek.

“He’s gotten stronger every time I’ve stepped in the ring with him; my muscles continue to break down.

“He’s gotten faster; I’ve gotten a shakier limp.

“He’s gotten smarter; my decisions get worse.

“Maybe he is the best wrestler to ever step into the ring. Maybe he’ll prove why he’s done the impossible by holding the CWC and Experts belts simultaneously. Maybe he’ll prove why he’s the greatest man ever to step foot in SCW. But maybe…just maybe…

“This doesn’t have to be my fall.”

“You think this is just revenge then?” Derek asks. Noble grins and places his hands on Derek’s shoulder.

“No kid; this isn’t about revenge. It isn’t about me proving. It isn’t about trying to win anyone’s affection back. This match, Doug and I, and everything we’ve been through…it’s about one concept:

“That when the clock strikes Zero, and the Showcase begins…I’m still the same man I’ve always been:

“The one fighting Doug Fresh.

“And even if that means, even if that means falling to Doug Fresh one more time, and even if it means killing VIW in the process, it’s not ‘the fall of Kurt Noble.’

“It’s one more chance to rise.”

Suddenly, Derek’s phone vibrates, and he lifts it into view…

SHOWCASE TIME - COUNTDOWN
00:00:00


“It’s time, Derek,” Noble continues as he walks past the APW locker-room, a grin on his face…

“For what?” Derek asks as Noble walks. He answers with one final word…

“Resurrection.”
 
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