Post by EZRA on Dec 7, 2012 8:20:39 GMT -5
Marek waved his hand in sharp motion, directing a staff member to bring him HIS title. He took his title and slowly backed up the ramp, crowbar still in hand. He stops at the top of the ramp and let’s the crowbar slide through his hand and drop to the crowd. Marek holds his hand out, showing the blood of Zane Scott smeared across his palm and in a sick gesture he draws his hand across his chest. What’s left looks similar to war paint as Marek just stares at the monster in the ring. The Human Missile then raises his title in the air as he backs through the curtain.
The list of reasons why Ezekiel had no issue shaving his foot down Hastings’ throat was well known.
He’d burned down the Church of Peace.
He’d feigned injury to make Ezekiel fight at WrestleStock.
He brought Tate Levene around. *shudders*
He seemed like he was giving him the Dungeon then selfishly kept it for himself.
At Horizons, The Lord would square off with the Iron Man in a battle that had been brewing long before The Dungeon began. It may even date back to Ezekiel and Marek going on strike and attacking Entertainment Professionals backstage.
The two men became allies when they realized they had common enemies.
The story had slowly unfolded and this would most likely not be the end. It would only be the first battle of many to follow. Horizons came at the end of the year but most of the stories were nowhere near over. As the final bell rang at Horizons, three words would most likely be echoed into the minds of the fans.
The forums rang with the word ‘trapped’ or ‘stuck’ when it came to Marek and the Chaos Division. As he sat down for an interview with Grey Coppi, Marek wasn’t even focused on Horizons. This open challenge non-sense would only prove that he was not to be fucked with.
“Hello there. My name is Grey Coppi and this is another edition of Makin’ Coppi’s. Tonight, our guest is the current Chaos Champion, Marek Daisuke.”
The screen pans back off Grey to show Marek sitting in a seat off to the side of our host, Chaos Title sitting in his lap.
“Thank you for the invite.”
“Oh no, sir. The pleasure is all mine. How are things in the realm of Marek Daisuke?”
“Things are going good. I am currently holding my first singles title and I do not think it will be lifted from my hands any time soon.”
“Looking out onto the.. (dramatic pause and a wink from Grey) horizon.. you don’t see any worthy contenders for the Chaos Title?”
“That was stupid, Grey. And no, I do not. The Open Challenge is for people who are not already booked on the card. Who does that leave? Kurt Brady? Lindsey Auguste? Gian Jones? CaJoolZ? Did I miss anyone? None of these men deserve to be in the ring against me. And they definitely do not deserve a shot at MY title.”
“I can’t think of anyone you might’ve missed but what about past members of UGWC?”
Marek adjusts in his seat and sets the Chaos Title over his shoulder instead of on his lap.
“Think about what you just said, Grey. Past. Anyone who has come and gone is not relevant any longer. Ranging from ungrateful men like Alex Kiseragi to desperate men like JK. Any of them can come to Horizons and try to undermine my reign as Chaos Champion but it will not happen. Just like Ezekiel did when he was on his way to becoming the longest reigning champion in UGWC history, I will bring respect and meaning back to this belt. Zane Scott was just an example.”
“People are saying that you knew you couldn’t win against Zane and that’s why you hit him with a foreign object.”
Marek rolls his eyes and takes a drink of water. He sets the glass back down and sighs.
“I used a crowbar on that man because I could hear the announcers the entire match saying that I am not Chaos Title material.The whole time they were saying that I did not belong in the Chaos Division and I proved them wrong.”
Marek grabs the Chaos Title and puts it right in Grey’s face.
“What does the nameplate say?”
Grey tries to pull his head back but Marek pushes the title right back.
“What does the nameplate say?”
“Marek Daisuke.”
“That is correct. And it will not be any different after Horizons.”
Marek pulls the belt away and puts it over his shoulder. He then rips off his microphone and walks off.
“He’s scared.” Ezekiel said, before exhaling a long drag from his pre-rolled treat.
“That doesn’t make sense.” said Roberts, as he enjoyed a delicacy of his own. “Why would the Lord be scared?”
The two men sat on the roof top area of the apartment shared by War & Peace. It was winter in Los Angeles but the two men were kicked back in lawn chairs.
“Your ‘Lord’ is scared because he see’s that the man who tried to make into a puppet is about to surpass him.”
“The Bleesed One believes the word he used was ‘supplant’.” he says, exhaling another drag.
“What does that even mean?”
“To supersede or replace.”
Ezekiel nods and exhales smoke through his nostrils.
“I guess he’d be right, T-Rob. I will replace him.”
“The Dungeon isn’t even on the line, Zeke.”
“It doesn’t matter. Have you seen the movie ‘The Avengers’?”
Travis nods.
“That part in there where Tony is talking to Loki?”
The Most Influential Icon in Sports Entertainment This Millenia nods again.
“Donny should listen closely to that part. He may come out on top this time around but there is no version where he wins. There will be no throne. Before this war is over, I will OWN the Dungeon and he will own.. nothing.”
Ezekiel stares out into the distance before looking over at The Blessed One, who appears to be fast asleep.
“So this is it, huh? The last big show before the break.”
Xavier sat with Marek and Ezekiel inside their hotel room in Chicago. He held a beer in his hand while Marek held a water bottle and Ezekiel rolled a joint.
“You guys are quiet. I’d be pumped for this if I were you. This is Horizons, guys. The show that sets the standard for the entire next year. It’s the closeout to a banner year for War & Peace. Marek, you won your first singles title. Ezekiel, you became the World Champion and defended the title at a PPV where the champion rarely retains the title.”
Ezekiel looks up from his joint and rolls his eyes.
“Maybe I’m excited because I was in line to fight in the Main Event at Horizons against a piece of shit that I’ve already beaten. I was in line to walk into Horizons with MY mother-fuckin’ title and prove to everyone that I am the crown jewel of UGWC. Now look at the main event, X. Moss Edwards vs Randy Boolzian. Moss ‘Identity Crisis’ Edwards vs Randy ‘My Dick is a Revolving Door’ Boolzian. That’ll be the time for fans to go buy their offical UGWC branded War & Peace merchandise. It’ll be a damn snooze fest.”
Xavier took a sip from his beer.
“You really think so? Two of UGWC’s finest and you think it’ll be a snooze fest?”
“Fuckin’ right. Remember Moss vs Zane in the Hall of Mirrors? Moss ran away the entire time.”
“Runnin’ was the point, kid.”
“Did you see Boolzian vs Ezekiel in the Towering Inferno? That match was a classic and didn’t even receive a Match of the Year nod. Moss Edwards is a damn has-been. And he ALWAYS. Has. Been. The marquee should be reading Ezekiel Fuckin’ Pax vs Randy Boolzian. Why? Because I’m the best champion UGWC has ever had and Boolzian won the Battleground.”
Xavier finishes off his beer and tosses it in the trash.
“And you lost at Battleground so go out with a bang against that prick. It doesn’t matter how you got to this point, what matters is that you’re at this point. The marquee reads..”
Xavier sits back in his chair and puts his hands up, palms out, like they’re projecting images into the air.
“..Donovan Hastings vs Ezekiel Pax. This is the grudge match of the century. So what if the Co-Op Champions are facing each other in a 1 on 1 match. That shit just started a couple weeks ago. The Story of the Stoner and the Lord started a long time ago. You and I both know this. So quit the damn pity party and get your head on straight. Do you want to punish this prick that told everyone you were his puppet?”
Ezekiel smirks and gets up to his feet.
“You’re damn right I do, bro. He wants the whole damn world to bow at his feet and do his bidding while he smiles like a fool with his teeth showing. I’m going to crack his damn teeth. The little bitch wouldn’t even put the Dungeon on the line.”
“Because he knows you’re going to beat him.”
Ezekiel lights up the joint and takes a long drag from it. He smiles broadly.
“It’s Inevitable.”
He exhales the smoke and looks over at Marek.
“Alright, now that I’m in the Horizons Spirit, why’re you so glum?”
Marek gets up his chair.
“I’m not ‘glum’, Zeke. I’m focused. Moreso then ever.”
He exits the hotel room as Xavier and Ezekiel look at each other. Xavier points at the door that Marek just left.
“Whoever shows up at Horizons for that Open Challenge should be very afraid.”
Ezekiel nods as he takes another puff.
“Very, bro. Very scared.”
The list of reasons why Ezekiel had no issue shaving his foot down Hastings’ throat was well known.
He’d burned down the Church of Peace.
He’d feigned injury to make Ezekiel fight at WrestleStock.
He brought Tate Levene around. *shudders*
He seemed like he was giving him the Dungeon then selfishly kept it for himself.
At Horizons, The Lord would square off with the Iron Man in a battle that had been brewing long before The Dungeon began. It may even date back to Ezekiel and Marek going on strike and attacking Entertainment Professionals backstage.
The two men became allies when they realized they had common enemies.
The story had slowly unfolded and this would most likely not be the end. It would only be the first battle of many to follow. Horizons came at the end of the year but most of the stories were nowhere near over. As the final bell rang at Horizons, three words would most likely be echoed into the minds of the fans.
The forums rang with the word ‘trapped’ or ‘stuck’ when it came to Marek and the Chaos Division. As he sat down for an interview with Grey Coppi, Marek wasn’t even focused on Horizons. This open challenge non-sense would only prove that he was not to be fucked with.
“Hello there. My name is Grey Coppi and this is another edition of Makin’ Coppi’s. Tonight, our guest is the current Chaos Champion, Marek Daisuke.”
The screen pans back off Grey to show Marek sitting in a seat off to the side of our host, Chaos Title sitting in his lap.
“Thank you for the invite.”
“Oh no, sir. The pleasure is all mine. How are things in the realm of Marek Daisuke?”
“Things are going good. I am currently holding my first singles title and I do not think it will be lifted from my hands any time soon.”
“Looking out onto the.. (dramatic pause and a wink from Grey) horizon.. you don’t see any worthy contenders for the Chaos Title?”
“That was stupid, Grey. And no, I do not. The Open Challenge is for people who are not already booked on the card. Who does that leave? Kurt Brady? Lindsey Auguste? Gian Jones? CaJoolZ? Did I miss anyone? None of these men deserve to be in the ring against me. And they definitely do not deserve a shot at MY title.”
“I can’t think of anyone you might’ve missed but what about past members of UGWC?”
Marek adjusts in his seat and sets the Chaos Title over his shoulder instead of on his lap.
“Think about what you just said, Grey. Past. Anyone who has come and gone is not relevant any longer. Ranging from ungrateful men like Alex Kiseragi to desperate men like JK. Any of them can come to Horizons and try to undermine my reign as Chaos Champion but it will not happen. Just like Ezekiel did when he was on his way to becoming the longest reigning champion in UGWC history, I will bring respect and meaning back to this belt. Zane Scott was just an example.”
“People are saying that you knew you couldn’t win against Zane and that’s why you hit him with a foreign object.”
Marek rolls his eyes and takes a drink of water. He sets the glass back down and sighs.
“I used a crowbar on that man because I could hear the announcers the entire match saying that I am not Chaos Title material.The whole time they were saying that I did not belong in the Chaos Division and I proved them wrong.”
Marek grabs the Chaos Title and puts it right in Grey’s face.
“What does the nameplate say?”
Grey tries to pull his head back but Marek pushes the title right back.
“What does the nameplate say?”
“Marek Daisuke.”
“That is correct. And it will not be any different after Horizons.”
Marek pulls the belt away and puts it over his shoulder. He then rips off his microphone and walks off.
“He’s scared.” Ezekiel said, before exhaling a long drag from his pre-rolled treat.
“That doesn’t make sense.” said Roberts, as he enjoyed a delicacy of his own. “Why would the Lord be scared?”
The two men sat on the roof top area of the apartment shared by War & Peace. It was winter in Los Angeles but the two men were kicked back in lawn chairs.
“Your ‘Lord’ is scared because he see’s that the man who tried to make into a puppet is about to surpass him.”
“The Bleesed One believes the word he used was ‘supplant’.” he says, exhaling another drag.
“What does that even mean?”
“To supersede or replace.”
Ezekiel nods and exhales smoke through his nostrils.
“I guess he’d be right, T-Rob. I will replace him.”
“The Dungeon isn’t even on the line, Zeke.”
“It doesn’t matter. Have you seen the movie ‘The Avengers’?”
Travis nods.
“That part in there where Tony is talking to Loki?”
The Most Influential Icon in Sports Entertainment This Millenia nods again.
“Donny should listen closely to that part. He may come out on top this time around but there is no version where he wins. There will be no throne. Before this war is over, I will OWN the Dungeon and he will own.. nothing.”
Ezekiel stares out into the distance before looking over at The Blessed One, who appears to be fast asleep.
“So this is it, huh? The last big show before the break.”
Xavier sat with Marek and Ezekiel inside their hotel room in Chicago. He held a beer in his hand while Marek held a water bottle and Ezekiel rolled a joint.
“You guys are quiet. I’d be pumped for this if I were you. This is Horizons, guys. The show that sets the standard for the entire next year. It’s the closeout to a banner year for War & Peace. Marek, you won your first singles title. Ezekiel, you became the World Champion and defended the title at a PPV where the champion rarely retains the title.”
Ezekiel looks up from his joint and rolls his eyes.
“Maybe I’m excited because I was in line to fight in the Main Event at Horizons against a piece of shit that I’ve already beaten. I was in line to walk into Horizons with MY mother-fuckin’ title and prove to everyone that I am the crown jewel of UGWC. Now look at the main event, X. Moss Edwards vs Randy Boolzian. Moss ‘Identity Crisis’ Edwards vs Randy ‘My Dick is a Revolving Door’ Boolzian. That’ll be the time for fans to go buy their offical UGWC branded War & Peace merchandise. It’ll be a damn snooze fest.”
Xavier took a sip from his beer.
“You really think so? Two of UGWC’s finest and you think it’ll be a snooze fest?”
“Fuckin’ right. Remember Moss vs Zane in the Hall of Mirrors? Moss ran away the entire time.”
“Runnin’ was the point, kid.”
“Did you see Boolzian vs Ezekiel in the Towering Inferno? That match was a classic and didn’t even receive a Match of the Year nod. Moss Edwards is a damn has-been. And he ALWAYS. Has. Been. The marquee should be reading Ezekiel Fuckin’ Pax vs Randy Boolzian. Why? Because I’m the best champion UGWC has ever had and Boolzian won the Battleground.”
Xavier finishes off his beer and tosses it in the trash.
“And you lost at Battleground so go out with a bang against that prick. It doesn’t matter how you got to this point, what matters is that you’re at this point. The marquee reads..”
Xavier sits back in his chair and puts his hands up, palms out, like they’re projecting images into the air.
“..Donovan Hastings vs Ezekiel Pax. This is the grudge match of the century. So what if the Co-Op Champions are facing each other in a 1 on 1 match. That shit just started a couple weeks ago. The Story of the Stoner and the Lord started a long time ago. You and I both know this. So quit the damn pity party and get your head on straight. Do you want to punish this prick that told everyone you were his puppet?”
Ezekiel smirks and gets up to his feet.
“You’re damn right I do, bro. He wants the whole damn world to bow at his feet and do his bidding while he smiles like a fool with his teeth showing. I’m going to crack his damn teeth. The little bitch wouldn’t even put the Dungeon on the line.”
“Because he knows you’re going to beat him.”
Ezekiel lights up the joint and takes a long drag from it. He smiles broadly.
“It’s Inevitable.”
He exhales the smoke and looks over at Marek.
“Alright, now that I’m in the Horizons Spirit, why’re you so glum?”
Marek gets up his chair.
“I’m not ‘glum’, Zeke. I’m focused. Moreso then ever.”
He exits the hotel room as Xavier and Ezekiel look at each other. Xavier points at the door that Marek just left.
“Whoever shows up at Horizons for that Open Challenge should be very afraid.”
Ezekiel nods as he takes another puff.
“Very, bro. Very scared.”
