VHS 1: Checking Out The Neighborhood
Jan 28, 2020 23:43:24 GMT -5
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Post by cyborg878 on Jan 28, 2020 23:43:24 GMT -5
Chaos. The dictionary defines it as complete disorder, something so unpredictable that it seems to be random and uncontrollable. How would I define the word chaos? Simple.
I DO define it.
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The scene begins on a moonlit night in San Diego, California. In the distance the pitch black sky is hit with a glow from the night life of America's Finest City. Despite the light pollution from Dan Diego's more lively districts a map of stars are laid out above a quiet California street. It is not much unlike your typical quaint neighborhood: several street lamps provide intermittent spotlights, on each side of the street is a row of mundane almost clone esque two story houses, in each driveway rests at least one two door car or a soccer mom's minivan in a rainbow of predictably dull shades. By now the midnight hour has arrived and besides a rare exception of a few windows which undoubtedly belong to a caffeine pumped teenager or business person typing up just one last report.
Beyond these few glimpses of movement and light the street shows no signs of life...no signs that is except for movement from two figures standing at the end of the street. If you could see them with your own eyes you would notice that one of the figures stands a few inches taller than the other. The taller of the figures sports very light, short blonde hair. He is a male with pure white eyes and several faint scars create a road map across his visible skin. He is clad in black denim pants, black gloves, a black hooded sweater, and black shoes allowing the man to almost blend in to the night were it not for his hair and his pale skin. On his back is a long slender bag with a single strap that wraps over the man's shoulder and across his chest. Meanwhile the shorter of the two is brunette male. His sun kissed skin is almost fully hidden by a black leather jacket and black jeans. On his back he has a small black backpack. In his hands is an old VHS recording camera which he holds up to focus on the blonde.
Damon: What a beautifully calm night, wouldn't you say babe?
Jaime: Absolutely sir! You know how much I love being out under the stars; it's so romantic! I love you.
Damon: I know you do.
Jaime: I have to ask though.... what's the plan? I have no idea why we're here.
Damon: Sweet naive Jaime....you think I have a plan? All I know at this moment is that we my dear sub... are going to have some fun.
With that Damon reaches over his shoulder and out from the bag he grabs a black steel baseball bat which he brandishes towards the empty street. Jaime looks at his boyfriend and idol with awe knowing full well that whatever he is about the record is going to be a thrilling addition to their collection of memories. The two begin to walk down the street until Damon is stopped by the sight of a particularly beautiful car, an anomaly when compared to the aforementioned soccer mom vans. This rare specimen bares a mark of impressive status: Lamborghini. At first it is merely the sight of the car which drips with elegance and wealth that catches Damon's eye, but upon further inspection it is the license plate which brings about first a look of pure fury, followed quickly by a devious grin. The custom plate reads MAGA 777.
Damon: Oh .... well here we go dear Jaime... I think the universe is asking us to do what we do best... create a little bit of chaos... shall we?
Jaime: Yes sir! Anything for you sir.
Out of Jaime's backpack Damon grabs two latex Halloween masks that resemble the comedy and tragedy masks. He places the tragedy mask on and hands Jaime the comedy mask to cove his face. He then pulls his hood over to cover his hair. Damon takes a few practice swings before winding up. He follows through and cracks the license plate denting it thoroughly. Jaime although excited cringes in anticipation of a car alarm going off. After a few moments of silence Jaime breathes a sigh of relief.
Damon: I do believe these idiots forgot to reactivate their car alarms...can't expect much from Trump supporters.
Damon moves from the license plate to take aim at the windows on the driver's side. A satisfying crash rings throughout the street as bat meets glass. He follows this up by giving the passenger's side a similar treatment before stepping back to admire his handy work. As he does so he hears a noise coming from the neighbor's yard. Damon signals for Jaime to be quiet, but to follow. He creeps around a hedge and leans out just enough to spy the origin of the noise. He notices the neighbor's driveway is empty causing him to presume that no one is home which is curious as there is a person in a nearly identical get up to Damon's peering through the front window. Underneath the mask Damon smirks as his improvised 'plan' continues to fall together in a serendipitous manner.
Damon creeps up behind the stranger. Damon cracks them in the back with the bat causing the stranger to not only yell out in pain, but drop to the ground. The Nitemare then grabs the stranger and throws them over the front porch railing watching as they land with a hard thud on the front lawn. Damon grabs them by the shirt and drags them back towards the now dented Lamborghini. Damon slams the stranger onto the hood of the car before raining down with punches on the attempted robber. The whole time Jaime follows with his camera catching every moment of the beat down.
Now sure that the criminal is unconscious Damon moves him a few feet away from the car. Damon then goes to the backpack from which he grabs a long rope. He takes the rope and Jaime watches with curiosity as his love ties up the criminal and leans them against the garage door before placing the black baseball bat near the restrained stranger. Damon then grabs a note pad and a pen from the backpack. He quickly jots something down out of Jaime's sight and rips the page off before planting it on the criminal.
Jaime: Babe... what are you doing? Trying to be a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man?
Damon: Ew not at all darling. I am merely just leaving a note letting the owner of this house and car know that this scoundrel here was caught destroying what must be a prized car and that two good Samaritans who prefer to remain anonymous found them mid-act and performed their own version of a citizens arrest.
Jaime: That's just so terrible that this criminal would destroy such a beautiful Lamborghini.... tragic...
Damon: My thoughts exactly. Thank goodness we were here to stop him from doing something drastic such as... I don't know... setting it on fire.
Damon goes back to the backpack and grabs a small container of lighter fluid and a book of matches. Damon's eyes sparkle with delight as he pours the flammable liquid through one of the broken windows. He pauses to take in the moment before lighting a match and tossing it in setting the interior of the car ablaze. Jaime and Damon stand back for a few seconds and watch with wonder as the flames seem to dance within the car. They then slowly walk off down the street and turn down the corner where Damon's motorcycle awaits their getaway. As the two dive off into the night the scene fades to black.
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Damon Warrens sits in presumably a living room on a luxurious arm chair as the video camera begins to record. On his lap lounges one Jaime Cortez. The minx smiles at the camera before getting off of his partner's lap allowing the Nitemare to be center stage. Damon looks thoroughly amused as in his hands he holds a VHS before turning his gaze to the camera.
Damon: APW.... Architects Pro Wrestling... I told you that at 2020 Ways To Die we would build the foundation of our future. If you are to know and appreciate only one thing about me dear viewers please make it that I will never lie to you. I may be a villain... psychotic.... relentlessly violent.... narcissistic...evil... but one thing I am not and will never be is a liar. I have morals.
Damon pauses to allow the hypocrisy of his own statement to settle in.
Damon: At 2020 Ways To Die I upheld the truth as did the entirety of the Architects. My dear friend Smitty once again displayed his endless talent and once again found a championship being placed in his hand as a reward for his inspirational victory. Myself and Lex Colllins were proven to be an unstoppable force now that we have united for our own greater good. The Blade was broken... the Boss was let go... the Buzzsaw was left to rust... and the Warbird simply didn't survive.
Behind him Jaime silently applauds his boyfriend. The young man puts one hand on his heart and closes his eyes seemingly overwhelmed from how inspirational Damon is to him.
Damon: But now that we Architects have found 2020 Ways To ... dominate.. I must look forward. An Architect is never simply content with succeeding in the present. We always look to planning our future victories. And what does my future victory consist of APW faithful? It seems I find myself in a position that I know I shall occupy rather frequently...the Main Event. It feels so wonderful that finally a management team can recognize just how important I am to their company. It really just warms my heart. Now unfortunately although they knew they had to put me in a place I rightfully earned it seems they decided that my opponent didn't need to earn his spot. When Smitty was trying to recruit me to Architects Pro Wrestling he showed me that there was a solid and deep talent roster with whom I could play endless games with. He promised me that when I got here that I would be met with true challenges. He promised me that this roster could push me to limits that I hadn't had to go to in years. He also promised me that Jaice Wilds although possessing some semblance of potential.... didn't quite fit any of his previous statements.
Damon leans forward with his elbows resting on his knees as he looks purposefully into the camera, his eyes showing hints of disappointment. Behind him the ever so smug Jaime shakes his head showing his dissatisfaction with the former APW Junior Heavyweight Champion.
Damon: Poor pathetic Jaice... I really did want to believe that Smitty just wasn't seeing your talent for what it was... I honestly hoped that maybe... just maybe.. he was exaggerating how inconsistent you were. I wished that maybe when I watched the promos that you filmed before your matches that maybe there was a fire burning within you that could convince me that you deserved to be in the same company as the Architects. I prayed that when I watched back some of your matches that I could see a shred of talent that would excite me at the possibility of standing across from you in the ring. With every hope... with every wish... with every prayer... I found them unfortunately unanswered. When I weighed all these factors the only recurring themed I found was that you JUST couldn't measure up.
Jaime holds his hand just below chest level to mock Jaice's height. Damon ignores the actions behind him and continues with a brutal sincerity in his voice.
Damon: I'm going to level with you Jaice. Yes you held the Junior Heavyweight Championship, but you lost it. You lost it and just haven't been able to reclaim your glory since. In fact your only claim to fame and only real moment of genuine success since having your prized possession ripped from your hands with unarguable dominance... was against a man who really needs to just leave this profession behind and move on to a life as a c-list porn star. I mean you didn't even impress in your match at 2020 Ways To Die.... wait I'm sorry... you weren't even booked for the Pay Per View. Does this not tell you something Jaice? Does this not make you realize your value to this company? I... someone who had yet to debut... was given a match...which I won by the way.. and you... a former CHAMPION in this company... you weren't important enough to make it onto the card. You just aren't enough Jaice... you're way in over your head.
Behind Damon Jaime struggles to hold in laughter at the unintended height pun. Damon raises his head in response to the muffled snickering behind him. Jaime notices this and without any hesitation quiets himself and stands at attention. With his boyfriend now behaving again Damon returns his focus to the camera.
Damon: Now I know these truths are hard to hear. I'm sorry I had to focus so much on how disappointing you are Jaice, but someone had to be honest with you. Now if we look at our match specifically I want you to understand what you're getting yourself into. I. Am. Chaos. I am not a man you can prepare for. I am not someone you can create plans for. You can study my tapes over and over and the only conclusion you will be able to come to is that the best way to walk out of this match... is to do so before I can get my hands on you. I'm not sure if you watched my debut, but I toppled a giant with a knee to the face. I nearly caved in Latoya Hixx's skull with another knee. I am a dangerous man. It's not just some tagline to sell merch. I am truly this company's worst Nitemare.
Damon stands up from his seat and begins to pace. Jaime watches knowing full well this means his boyfriend is now beyond the point of hurling insults.
Damon: As I've said I've studied you. I've watched your tapes. I've heard your proclamations of victories that never came. I wanted to know everything I could about my prey before I ate him alive in the ring. You know what it's like when a predator finds his prey. You know the viciousness as they tear through flesh; as their faces soak with their victim's blood. Jaice Wilds you know that when the hunted always thinks there's some hope.. some chance that they can escape... but I want you to understand that you can't escape me. You can try to soar high above me and live up to your Xtreme Aerialist moniker, but there isn't a turnbuckle high enough to get away from me. I will clip your wings. You can try to channel your time in Underground X and fell me with a vicious dose of ultraviolence. I welcome it. I am a man who has survived casket matches, barbed wire cages, first blood, last man standing, Trump's America... be as ultraviolent as you need to be because I promise you I will return the violence in spades.
Damon now gets very close to the camera so only his right eye is visible on the screen.
Damon: Jaice I dare you to try and see if you can survive the chaos. Try to see if you can come up with some sort of convoluted plan to conquer your Nitemare. Jump higher than you ever have. Fight harder than you ever fathomed having to because I don't mind ending this match with some Justifiable Homicide...and as we saw at Horrorkore you are just one knee strike away from being dead and buried in this company.
Damon backs off and reaches for the VHS from the beginning of the promo he steps forward reaching out with the tape.
Damon: See you Monday dear Jaice.
Damon inserts the VHS into the side of the camera and presses play. Immediately the video feed showing Damon switches to a pre-recorded video depicting a dark street. In the distance is sounds like the crackling of fire. On the screen initially only the street itself is shown with what must be lawns and driveways in the peripherals of the screen. Within moments the camera tilts up and turns around revealing two masked figures, one with a devilish smile, the other depicting a sinister frown. The two figures wave ominously towards the camera as the scene fades to black.
The scene begins on a moonlit night in San Diego, California. In the distance the pitch black sky is hit with a glow from the night life of America's Finest City. Despite the light pollution from Dan Diego's more lively districts a map of stars are laid out above a quiet California street. It is not much unlike your typical quaint neighborhood: several street lamps provide intermittent spotlights, on each side of the street is a row of mundane almost clone esque two story houses, in each driveway rests at least one two door car or a soccer mom's minivan in a rainbow of predictably dull shades. By now the midnight hour has arrived and besides a rare exception of a few windows which undoubtedly belong to a caffeine pumped teenager or business person typing up just one last report.
Beyond these few glimpses of movement and light the street shows no signs of life...no signs that is except for movement from two figures standing at the end of the street. If you could see them with your own eyes you would notice that one of the figures stands a few inches taller than the other. The taller of the figures sports very light, short blonde hair. He is a male with pure white eyes and several faint scars create a road map across his visible skin. He is clad in black denim pants, black gloves, a black hooded sweater, and black shoes allowing the man to almost blend in to the night were it not for his hair and his pale skin. On his back is a long slender bag with a single strap that wraps over the man's shoulder and across his chest. Meanwhile the shorter of the two is brunette male. His sun kissed skin is almost fully hidden by a black leather jacket and black jeans. On his back he has a small black backpack. In his hands is an old VHS recording camera which he holds up to focus on the blonde.
Damon: What a beautifully calm night, wouldn't you say babe?
Jaime: Absolutely sir! You know how much I love being out under the stars; it's so romantic! I love you.
Damon: I know you do.
Jaime: I have to ask though.... what's the plan? I have no idea why we're here.
Damon: Sweet naive Jaime....you think I have a plan? All I know at this moment is that we my dear sub... are going to have some fun.
With that Damon reaches over his shoulder and out from the bag he grabs a black steel baseball bat which he brandishes towards the empty street. Jaime looks at his boyfriend and idol with awe knowing full well that whatever he is about the record is going to be a thrilling addition to their collection of memories. The two begin to walk down the street until Damon is stopped by the sight of a particularly beautiful car, an anomaly when compared to the aforementioned soccer mom vans. This rare specimen bares a mark of impressive status: Lamborghini. At first it is merely the sight of the car which drips with elegance and wealth that catches Damon's eye, but upon further inspection it is the license plate which brings about first a look of pure fury, followed quickly by a devious grin. The custom plate reads MAGA 777.
Damon: Oh .... well here we go dear Jaime... I think the universe is asking us to do what we do best... create a little bit of chaos... shall we?
Jaime: Yes sir! Anything for you sir.
Out of Jaime's backpack Damon grabs two latex Halloween masks that resemble the comedy and tragedy masks. He places the tragedy mask on and hands Jaime the comedy mask to cove his face. He then pulls his hood over to cover his hair. Damon takes a few practice swings before winding up. He follows through and cracks the license plate denting it thoroughly. Jaime although excited cringes in anticipation of a car alarm going off. After a few moments of silence Jaime breathes a sigh of relief.
Damon: I do believe these idiots forgot to reactivate their car alarms...can't expect much from Trump supporters.
Damon moves from the license plate to take aim at the windows on the driver's side. A satisfying crash rings throughout the street as bat meets glass. He follows this up by giving the passenger's side a similar treatment before stepping back to admire his handy work. As he does so he hears a noise coming from the neighbor's yard. Damon signals for Jaime to be quiet, but to follow. He creeps around a hedge and leans out just enough to spy the origin of the noise. He notices the neighbor's driveway is empty causing him to presume that no one is home which is curious as there is a person in a nearly identical get up to Damon's peering through the front window. Underneath the mask Damon smirks as his improvised 'plan' continues to fall together in a serendipitous manner.
Damon creeps up behind the stranger. Damon cracks them in the back with the bat causing the stranger to not only yell out in pain, but drop to the ground. The Nitemare then grabs the stranger and throws them over the front porch railing watching as they land with a hard thud on the front lawn. Damon grabs them by the shirt and drags them back towards the now dented Lamborghini. Damon slams the stranger onto the hood of the car before raining down with punches on the attempted robber. The whole time Jaime follows with his camera catching every moment of the beat down.
Now sure that the criminal is unconscious Damon moves him a few feet away from the car. Damon then goes to the backpack from which he grabs a long rope. He takes the rope and Jaime watches with curiosity as his love ties up the criminal and leans them against the garage door before placing the black baseball bat near the restrained stranger. Damon then grabs a note pad and a pen from the backpack. He quickly jots something down out of Jaime's sight and rips the page off before planting it on the criminal.
Jaime: Babe... what are you doing? Trying to be a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man?
Damon: Ew not at all darling. I am merely just leaving a note letting the owner of this house and car know that this scoundrel here was caught destroying what must be a prized car and that two good Samaritans who prefer to remain anonymous found them mid-act and performed their own version of a citizens arrest.
Jaime: That's just so terrible that this criminal would destroy such a beautiful Lamborghini.... tragic...
Damon: My thoughts exactly. Thank goodness we were here to stop him from doing something drastic such as... I don't know... setting it on fire.
Damon goes back to the backpack and grabs a small container of lighter fluid and a book of matches. Damon's eyes sparkle with delight as he pours the flammable liquid through one of the broken windows. He pauses to take in the moment before lighting a match and tossing it in setting the interior of the car ablaze. Jaime and Damon stand back for a few seconds and watch with wonder as the flames seem to dance within the car. They then slowly walk off down the street and turn down the corner where Damon's motorcycle awaits their getaway. As the two dive off into the night the scene fades to black.
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Damon Warrens sits in presumably a living room on a luxurious arm chair as the video camera begins to record. On his lap lounges one Jaime Cortez. The minx smiles at the camera before getting off of his partner's lap allowing the Nitemare to be center stage. Damon looks thoroughly amused as in his hands he holds a VHS before turning his gaze to the camera.
Damon: APW.... Architects Pro Wrestling... I told you that at 2020 Ways To Die we would build the foundation of our future. If you are to know and appreciate only one thing about me dear viewers please make it that I will never lie to you. I may be a villain... psychotic.... relentlessly violent.... narcissistic...evil... but one thing I am not and will never be is a liar. I have morals.
Damon pauses to allow the hypocrisy of his own statement to settle in.
Damon: At 2020 Ways To Die I upheld the truth as did the entirety of the Architects. My dear friend Smitty once again displayed his endless talent and once again found a championship being placed in his hand as a reward for his inspirational victory. Myself and Lex Colllins were proven to be an unstoppable force now that we have united for our own greater good. The Blade was broken... the Boss was let go... the Buzzsaw was left to rust... and the Warbird simply didn't survive.
Behind him Jaime silently applauds his boyfriend. The young man puts one hand on his heart and closes his eyes seemingly overwhelmed from how inspirational Damon is to him.
Damon: But now that we Architects have found 2020 Ways To ... dominate.. I must look forward. An Architect is never simply content with succeeding in the present. We always look to planning our future victories. And what does my future victory consist of APW faithful? It seems I find myself in a position that I know I shall occupy rather frequently...the Main Event. It feels so wonderful that finally a management team can recognize just how important I am to their company. It really just warms my heart. Now unfortunately although they knew they had to put me in a place I rightfully earned it seems they decided that my opponent didn't need to earn his spot. When Smitty was trying to recruit me to Architects Pro Wrestling he showed me that there was a solid and deep talent roster with whom I could play endless games with. He promised me that when I got here that I would be met with true challenges. He promised me that this roster could push me to limits that I hadn't had to go to in years. He also promised me that Jaice Wilds although possessing some semblance of potential.... didn't quite fit any of his previous statements.
Damon leans forward with his elbows resting on his knees as he looks purposefully into the camera, his eyes showing hints of disappointment. Behind him the ever so smug Jaime shakes his head showing his dissatisfaction with the former APW Junior Heavyweight Champion.
Damon: Poor pathetic Jaice... I really did want to believe that Smitty just wasn't seeing your talent for what it was... I honestly hoped that maybe... just maybe.. he was exaggerating how inconsistent you were. I wished that maybe when I watched the promos that you filmed before your matches that maybe there was a fire burning within you that could convince me that you deserved to be in the same company as the Architects. I prayed that when I watched back some of your matches that I could see a shred of talent that would excite me at the possibility of standing across from you in the ring. With every hope... with every wish... with every prayer... I found them unfortunately unanswered. When I weighed all these factors the only recurring themed I found was that you JUST couldn't measure up.
Jaime holds his hand just below chest level to mock Jaice's height. Damon ignores the actions behind him and continues with a brutal sincerity in his voice.
Damon: I'm going to level with you Jaice. Yes you held the Junior Heavyweight Championship, but you lost it. You lost it and just haven't been able to reclaim your glory since. In fact your only claim to fame and only real moment of genuine success since having your prized possession ripped from your hands with unarguable dominance... was against a man who really needs to just leave this profession behind and move on to a life as a c-list porn star. I mean you didn't even impress in your match at 2020 Ways To Die.... wait I'm sorry... you weren't even booked for the Pay Per View. Does this not tell you something Jaice? Does this not make you realize your value to this company? I... someone who had yet to debut... was given a match...which I won by the way.. and you... a former CHAMPION in this company... you weren't important enough to make it onto the card. You just aren't enough Jaice... you're way in over your head.
Behind Damon Jaime struggles to hold in laughter at the unintended height pun. Damon raises his head in response to the muffled snickering behind him. Jaime notices this and without any hesitation quiets himself and stands at attention. With his boyfriend now behaving again Damon returns his focus to the camera.
Damon: Now I know these truths are hard to hear. I'm sorry I had to focus so much on how disappointing you are Jaice, but someone had to be honest with you. Now if we look at our match specifically I want you to understand what you're getting yourself into. I. Am. Chaos. I am not a man you can prepare for. I am not someone you can create plans for. You can study my tapes over and over and the only conclusion you will be able to come to is that the best way to walk out of this match... is to do so before I can get my hands on you. I'm not sure if you watched my debut, but I toppled a giant with a knee to the face. I nearly caved in Latoya Hixx's skull with another knee. I am a dangerous man. It's not just some tagline to sell merch. I am truly this company's worst Nitemare.
Damon stands up from his seat and begins to pace. Jaime watches knowing full well this means his boyfriend is now beyond the point of hurling insults.
Damon: As I've said I've studied you. I've watched your tapes. I've heard your proclamations of victories that never came. I wanted to know everything I could about my prey before I ate him alive in the ring. You know what it's like when a predator finds his prey. You know the viciousness as they tear through flesh; as their faces soak with their victim's blood. Jaice Wilds you know that when the hunted always thinks there's some hope.. some chance that they can escape... but I want you to understand that you can't escape me. You can try to soar high above me and live up to your Xtreme Aerialist moniker, but there isn't a turnbuckle high enough to get away from me. I will clip your wings. You can try to channel your time in Underground X and fell me with a vicious dose of ultraviolence. I welcome it. I am a man who has survived casket matches, barbed wire cages, first blood, last man standing, Trump's America... be as ultraviolent as you need to be because I promise you I will return the violence in spades.
Damon now gets very close to the camera so only his right eye is visible on the screen.
Damon: Jaice I dare you to try and see if you can survive the chaos. Try to see if you can come up with some sort of convoluted plan to conquer your Nitemare. Jump higher than you ever have. Fight harder than you ever fathomed having to because I don't mind ending this match with some Justifiable Homicide...and as we saw at Horrorkore you are just one knee strike away from being dead and buried in this company.
Damon backs off and reaches for the VHS from the beginning of the promo he steps forward reaching out with the tape.
Damon: See you Monday dear Jaice.
Damon inserts the VHS into the side of the camera and presses play. Immediately the video feed showing Damon switches to a pre-recorded video depicting a dark street. In the distance is sounds like the crackling of fire. On the screen initially only the street itself is shown with what must be lawns and driveways in the peripherals of the screen. Within moments the camera tilts up and turns around revealing two masked figures, one with a devilish smile, the other depicting a sinister frown. The two figures wave ominously towards the camera as the scene fades to black.
