Explicit Content believe we copied them, SCW pray we do not return to them and Oblivion beg that we stay with them, that is the impact Deadly Intent have made on the business we love, that is the impact Deadly Intent will continue to make. In one week Oblivions leading regiment of troops, there most talented fighters turned the war upside down and bought the fight to SCW, a fight Supreme Championship Wrestling could not handle, a fight the likes of EC can only wish they bought to the ranks of Oblivion.
Funny really, while SCW have the rebellious Explicit Content, officially still down as SCW contracted, they cannot control them enough to have them fight the good battle, there best ranked fighters instead fight in house and defect to fight both sides because there oversized egos make them believe they are big enough to handle it.
Yet, across the pond, some of the best in the Oblivion Invasion, handpicked and recruited by me to be my running men have made a pact with the blind Oblivion product, desperate for victory, but blind to truth.
Why would we allow Oblivion to run the roost, why would I allow Allocco to make the impact? He will have us by his side for now, we will fight alongside his Oblivion forces, but in this war of greed and power, only one will rise above all others and it seems obvious to the more intellectual of the human race, that Deadly Intent are the group to stand when the dust begins to settle.
Take the forces we harbor;
Mono Loco – The single fastest rising superstar in the history of the SCW, the most underrated and held back man in the business and a man I will make my mission to lead to the World title race for his shot at the big gold belt, if he fails, ill replace him and bring it home, if he succeeds, then Deadly Intent has a new hero.
Blair – The most dominant women in the wrestling business at the present moment, she reminds me some of my own wife Sheryl who was one the best female in the late nineties, her talent is extraordinary and with her at our side the one thing we can rely on, is that any Oblivion or SCW attacks from that particular Division, will be destroyed before they can get started…the sister of Acintu and the sibling who gained the talent.
Faust – A former World Champion, an SCW legend and a man nobody would have expected to turn, many believed him to be a SCW loyalist, strong and willing to fight under a man he hates and has no respect for, but the right money, the right incentives and a shot at the SCW owner he hates so, was enough to lure him to us, Faust is a close ally of mine personally and Oleska will be slain once and for all at the hands of this man I respect so.
Cid Turner – The surprise of the group, why Cid? Simple, he is the key behind this whole thing, he is the man that makes it tick, Cid is the centerpiece of our organization, without him, then our bid would be much more difficult. You see, Cid is our distraction, he is our jester, our joker that will shadow everything we do. For the King of Meep and the ruler of the pwnage craves more spotlight then all of us put together and with him taking so much of the light, the rest of us move in the darkness, the people of the SCW unaware of our movements, take James Toreno last week for example. Cid is an important member and come the Pay Per View, he will prove he can do it in the ring as well when he takes out Acintu once and for all.
Finally, you have me, The Lethal Weapon – The last living legend, the human wrecking machine and plainly put, the fucking man. I lead this collective group of superstars and I take us into the next stages of evolution beyond that of the cliché, bland Explicit Content with there child like comments and claims, I take us to the next level and with Deadly Content behind me, we shall take this entire business to a brand new level that no other could match if they tried.
It makes me think of Oleska with a smile, why? Because I question his intelligence now, his arrogance! He laughed at this invasion, he laughed at this attack as if we were nothing, but he was stupid enough to believe he had loyalty when he had nothing, he had fake allies and false friends and now that laugh, the one that was so loud just weeks ago has turned into a grimace frown as he stares at a company that has long been destroyed by egos and ignorance. All we are doing, is making SCW’s end…official.
Are you laughing now Oleska? Are you giggling like a school girl now? No! You’re not idiot and you know why? Because last week you saw something you didn’t think possible, you saw a group make the biggest collective debut in the history of the company. In one night we hospitalized James Toreno and Acintu, we made old news of Donovan Kayl, Jay Gold and even you and in the same night, you saw some of you most trusted saviors turn in favor of the man you fired and screwed from your company only months ago.
Oleska, you may have Faust to worry about now, but he represents me and Deadly Intent and when the match comes round and you are left standing before a man who graced your federation once upon a time and now stands against it, you will know that your time is up and the SCW is ready to fall.
Rise to Greatness is perfect for us, for while the rest of the factions and stables burn to ashes, we shall rise through the smoke and stand tall as the rest of our enemies crumble away like the frauds and fakes they are.
Rise to greatness – We already have.
Fury is an emotion best unleashed.
Weapon:
Kid, you’re ready now… This will be your first job and when you do it, no nerves.
Fury:
No nerves.
Weapon:
You got it.
(Weapon, younger looking just smiles, the wrestling legend seems to be in his teens as he grins up the side of his face showing a cheeky youth in his expression before rubbing the head of the young Fury, 13 at most. He stands up and turns away from him before lifting a bag off the table behind him and placing it over his shoulder, the young boy just stares at him with a shocked gaze, his jaw dropped and his eyes wide.)
Fury:
Wait, where are you going? What about my mission? Are you not going to watch, provide me with my support?
Weapon:
Kid, I have things to do now, like the man who trained me, I have to leave. But unlike him, I’m saying my goodbyes because all my life I wondered why he didn’t give me that honor, I wonder now whether I truly know the answer to that, but I’m guessing it’s just because he found it to hard. Merciless will support you from distance.
(The young man stared up at a thinner more stocky and lean Merciless who smiled at him through his stubble, he then looked back at the more handsome Weapon and just shook his head, still puzzled.)
Fury:
No, no. You cannot leave, not now, not before my first mission, not before I do this…I need you by me.
Weapon:
And I shall be young lad, right here.
(Weapon taps the young mans chest where his heart would lie and gives him a smile before standing back to his vertical and turning toward Merciless, giving him a shake of the hand before sharing some words and a joke with him, suddenly the boy just lunges toward Weapon and slams a fist into the side of Weapon and then another, Weapon jolts backwards from the blow and then stabilizes himself before blocking another punch from the young man and following it with a plam strike to the boys nose knocking him backwards but not off his feet, he then boots him hard in the middle of the chest while he is stunned knocking the child to the floor and causing him to skate on his backside along the wooden flooring.
The boy quickly rolls back onto all fours, but Weapon just steps on his back pushing him back down onto his chest and then holding him there with his weight leant on him, the boy tries to break free but cannot and Weapon just smiles before looking at Merciless.)
Weapon:
I think we have a name for him now my friend.
Merciless:
It seems so.
Fury:
GET OFF ME!!!
Weapon:
Lad, you shall now be known as Fury.
(He stops moving and Weapon gently removes his foot from the young mans back before stepping back and letting the boy stand back to his feet tending to his nose a little bit more before looking at the two older men.)
Fury:
I like that
Weapon:
Good, because that is now your response name.
Merciless:
Just make sure you control that little temper of yours kid…We don’t want you making mistakes in the field like you did just then.
Fury:
I didn’t make a mistake…
(Merciless smiles and just walks up to the boy before tapping his cheek causing the boy to knock Merciless’s arm away making the older man laugh out loud in his very common English manner.)
Merciless:
You attacked Weapon you bloody idiot, of course you made a mistake, the same as if you were to attack me, now get your stuff and get ready before I knock you down those apple and pears quicker then your mum can say ‘fuck off!’
(Fury just gazes at Merciless with a intimidating gaze of anger, he then turns to Weapon and his eyes seem to light up with frustration and twisted anguish, he then turns and leaves the room, heading down some stairs into a basement as Merciless watches him leave before turning to Weapon, his smile fading as he looks his brother in arms in the eyes.)
Merciless:
Is she worth it Weapon? Is Sheryl worth all of this, the life, the freedom, the pain, what about the boy? He cannot grow under me, you know how impatient I am with the little brat!
Weapon:
But nonetheless, you will make him stronger
Merciless:
But not stronger then you could, for god sake Lethal, what has gotten into you? Why the hell do you want to do this wrestling bollocks anyway? It shit my friend, orchestrated shit!
Weapon:
I don’t join the entertainers my friend, I am moving to the leagues where the fighting is real, the pay is good and the rewards are better, the television and the people don’t phase me, I am a man of solitude, you know that.
Merciless:
……Do I?
(Weapon just frowns and gazes at Merciless with a look of shame.)
Weapon:
Don’t do that Brother. We are one…I do this not through choice of my own, but through choice of my love. I cannot be with this women like this, I cannot have what I cherish the most with a rifle in my hand!
Merciless:
WHY NOT!?!
Weapon:
……Because my sins of the past are not what I wish for her and my life in the future, she is pure to me Merciless, she has a heart of gold and a smile of an angel, what more could I need?
(Merciless sighs and turns from Weapon before leaning on a wooden pillar that stands behind him before looking back up at Weapon, in the background the young Fury can be seen hiding in the darkness of the basement staring at the two men who are unawares of his presence.)
Merciless:
An angel? She was contracted and you accepted it Weapon. You have broken every code we have ever lived by. ‘K’ would be ashamed of you, I am ashamed of you!
Weapon:
‘K’ LEFT ME WITH NOTHING…His shame is something I take no pity upon, let the man cry over my deeds, I refused to kill a women, my soul is saved for now and if you knew better you’d follow me out of this wretched business and come with me to the ring where we can fight for real honor and respect, not pretend to by killing those less able then ourselves.
Merciless:
I have my honor, I have my respect ‘brother’…I never refused a job, a contract and I never said no to a deed, my word is my oath…Remember that? MY WORD…IS MY OATH! OUR VOWEL WEAPON!!!
Weapon:
And my word was wrong. I accepted a contract to kill an innocent women who had done no wrong and I am left to wonder whether I have killed many before her who had also done no wrong, we are fighting for the wrong side here Merciless, we are not killing the wrong, the evil, not all the time. We are helping them as well, we are simply hired guns fighting for both teams, we do no right, but we do much wrong…I must leave my brother, please understand.
Merciless:
I understand my brother…Now leave, before the boy hears us and comes back…Go.
(Weapon just looked at Merciless and nodded before readjusting his bag on his shoulder and turning toward the door at the end of the house, he opened it and stepped out before turning back to his friend with a look of regret, his eyes shifting to the darkness and his gaze cast upon the submerged Fury before turning and closing the door behind him. Fury just stared from the darkness and gazed at his mentor leaving, his words echoing repeatedly in his head, the argument with Merciless cast upon his thoughts over and over again, repeating like a record player, broken and no good.
Weapon was gone, but his abandonment would not go without retailiation, he would one day regret turning his back on the boy and Fury was going to make sure of it.)
A Face unknown, what else is new?
(The summer night did not feel like the average warm evening, the wind was icy cold and drops of rain fell from the sky in retaliation to the humid weather of past, the clouds were in there masses circulating above me in a circular manner, as if taunting me, letting me know that at any moment the heavens were going to break and the bad weather would come full force tumbling down upon me as I kneeled on the edge of a building just outside El Paso, for the weather to be like this in this area of the country was rare, but yet refreshing to a point of pleasure.
I closed my eyes and breathed deep as another wave of cold air hit me at my knelt point on the buildings edge, behind me a camera laid in wait, covered by a large water proof blanket that didn’t cover the lens, in my hand I held a control to make sure my every movement was tracked by the camera. I didn’t want to come out of shot after two weeks of victory and success, one of which was against the world number one contender, a man stupid enough to cost himself face by losing to me via DQ because he couldn’t do it by any other means.
Cowardly is the word I was thinking of, typical that SCW’s cowardly champion would be paired up with the cowardly number one contender, it made me question when Oleska would be kind enough to grant real contenders with real heart and courage a shot, Mono Loco waited in the wings, a real challenger to the title and yet he was held back and would be further now he joined Deadly Intent, of this I was sure.
Oleska was not going to be handing Deadly Intent anything with ease, not with Faust kicking his ass at Rise to Greatness and me waiting to do it afterwards, we were currently SCW’s number one target and it felt GREAT.
Suddenly as it expected, the taunting of the clouds stopped and the heavens opened as the rain bellowed down hard and fast smashing against my face as I faced toward the skies with my eyes closed allowing myself to take in every moment of the weather before sighing and shaking the water from my face before speaking as the camera listened.)
Weapon:
Man prides itself on being unique individuals, but we blind ourselves to the truth that each and everyone of us are no more then the robots we criticize and question as reliable or not because they do not have a personality of there own, but in honesty, in fact, do we? Each of us, even me, has in some way been programmed, not by designers or IT experts, but instead by the people around us, by the people we care for, love or even those we simply align with.
Take Shawn Winters, a man who now believes he is god, a man trying to live off the reputation of his friend and partner Chad Evans who was remembered in this federation by some as a creature higher the then epilogues of the human race, a claim he has proven to be false in more recent times as he continues to face halfwits and low carders without a complaint or a care in the world.
He is no god, the man is hardly worth calling World Championship material as he is so wrapped in his own ego and arrogance he cannot see that his entire success is based on beating men incapable of lifting there index finger without wincing in pain, Shawn is no different and has programmed himself to be more like Chad, so to speak, he has proven that he is no more then a lamb in the flock, rather then the sheep dog, leading the way for the rest of the herd.
But as I stated, even I am programmed, by a man who took care of me, a man who I looked up to and admired, he was not my father nor my family, for they were all dead from years past, but a hero who saved me from certain death and then one day disappeared into thin air, never to be seen again. This man I wish to speak to one more time before I die, for I owe him everything, he made me what I am today and like he did me, I have encouraged and bought up others, including Stevie Drey of Oblivion Wrestling, injured currently mind you, but he will be here in due time and one other, regrettably not as successful, for the boy saw me leave and now blames me for the bad that may have happened to him.
I programmed the boy and did so without consideration to the person behind the eyes that stared at me, he was my sponge that I would soak with knowledge and in that respect I did a good job, but I didn’t entise the person as well and that has cost me somebody I once cared for in a brotherly fashion, not that his hearing this would make it any easier or better on his mind, I am the evil that plagued his younger life, my torture is his way of redemption I suppose.
Yet this means nothing to any of you does it? No, I guess not.
(I jumped down from the ledge and turned to the camera as the rain dripped down my face)
Weapon:
However it leads me to a question about the man I face this week, another SCW lamb being lead to the slaughter before my big meeting with the golden boy of Oleska’s establishment, a man named Jay Gold. Though this week, my warm up is a man named Marek Thorn, strange name I know, I thought the same and after my speech to Acintu about how names actually DO mean something, you’d have thought he would have acted on it before this day came when he was to face me. But hey, if the guy lacks the self respect to go out and get a normal name, the so be it, ill just take note of his laziness and make sure to use it against him when he stands up to me in the ring this week.
However, the question is beginning to sway out of the chat we are having here, so let me ask you Marek, who and what were you programmed by? Your parents, the most common duo of all programming of course as they are the ones you inherit 60% of your personality from, or maybe, just maybe it was a mute.
Yes, a mute.
I say this because you have had an entire week to say what you need to say about me, to talk shit and rant and rave about how you can beat me and end my ego trip etc, a whole week my friend to be cliché and bland like every other moron outside of Deadly Intents walls, but yet, you say nothing. Funny, because backstage I had it pointed out to me that it was actually an intelligent move on your part not to say anything, it really was, but it was also cowardly and pathetic.
Where is your self respect mute? Where is your dignity and integrity? Or are these words like me speaking to you in Chinese, confusing and very unlikely that your going to understand what they mean?
Marek, I am simply stating that you could have really done something this week, you could have come out here and sold yourself, you could have made a name for yourself and been original, who knows, if you were good enough I might have even recruited you, but instead your silent as a whore with a cock in her mouth!
Marek, I could stand here and waste moments of my time telling you how great I am, saying how wonderful my career has been and telling you that is going to take more then you can muster to take down a man of my heights and achievement, a man with over a decades worth of hardwork, but I think we both already know the facts, so with that said. Let me make this clear to you my friend…At Breakdown, I’m making it 3-0 since my return and Deadly Intent are going to have another destructive night, something you cannot do a thing about!
See you at Breakdown Marek.
(Short I know, but I knew nothing of the man and cared none for him either, he had remained silent all week and my patience for him to being talking had all but gone, if he came out, fists flying then so be it, but my breath was not going to be wasted on him anymore, instead, my mind went to Jay Gold and my big match at Rise to Greatness where I was set to beat one of the SCW’s greats in the middle of the ring with ease…I was already looking forward to it.)