Insanity LIVE - Detroit, Michigan; Eric Scorpio vs. N'itomniskittel; World Title Tournament, Round 1.

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[SIZE="5"][COLOR="DarkRed"]After EndGame…[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[COLOR="Teal"]A short breath. A small beep. A short breath. A small beep. This goes on and on as inside a hospital room lays one Eric Scorpio, resting but bandaged up, as he takes in continuous short breathes. The heart monitor keeps up a steady ominous beeping sound with each beat of his heart. Sitting next to the gurney, is his brother Crazy Ash Killa, keeping an ever watchful eye on his brother. Occasionally, the sweat would begin to flow down Scorpio’s face, also confirmed by the increased heart beats on the monitor. This would only last a minute or two before Scorpio would return to his calm dormant self. As CAK looks on, the hospital doctor enters Scorpio’s rooms to check up on his status.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Red"]CAK[/COLOR]: What’s the prognosis doc?

Doctor: He’ll be in quite a bit of pain, but otherwise he’ll be fine. We are simply keeping him over night for observations. He’s suffered an orbital fracture and a deep bone contusion in his jaw. He’ll recover but we have him sedated for the night for obvious reasons. What did this by the way?

[COLOR="Red"]CAK[/COLOR]: Oh, just a ring post.

Doctor: What?

[COLOR="Red"]CAK[/COLOR]: Oh it’s nothing.

Doctor: I see.

[COLOR="Teal"]The doctor continues to look through the medical file and replaces it back at the foot of Scorpio’s bed.[/COLOR]

Doctor: You should really get some rest. You don’t look all ship shaped yourself.

[COLOR="Red"]CAK[/COLOR]: Do not concern yourself with my well being.

Doctor: Very well.

[COLOR="Teal"]The doctor leaves the room shutting the door behind him. As CAK looks back at his brother, he notices that his breathing has increased yet again, as is the sweat reappearing on his face. CAK looks on and ponders his decision at the PPV and if throwing in the towel was truly what his brother would have wanted. Regardless, the decision was made, and CAK would have to live with this decision and Scorpio’s foreseeable reaction.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Red"]CAK[/COLOR]: Brother, this place bores me. It does not have the right stench in the air considering how much death falls in this place.

[COLOR="Teal"]CAK sinks back into the chair and watches the hypnotic green line of the heart monitor. Inside Scorpio’s mind, he is struggling slightly. The similar disconcerting events seem to be rushing through his mind, the same events that have troubled his mind for months now.

Leaning against a back-alley wall, Scorpio is crouch forward trying to regain his breath. The area around him is dark and not even the sound of crickets can be heard. As his breath begins to slow and his heart beat goes back to normal, in the distance a bright flickering light begins to shine down the alley. The light gets brighter and brighter, until all of a sudden the buildings surrounding Scorpio begin to catch fire itself. Scorpio again, as he’s been dreaming all night begins to run again.

Run from the heat, run from the light, run from what ever is trying to get to him. Seemingly, a never ending cycle. But this time it’s different. Scorpio doesn’t find a quiet dark alley to rest. As Scorpio reaches what seemed to be the same alley, he runs into a bright flame. Scorpio brings his hand forward to shed his eyes from the light and all he can make out is a figure in the distance.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: Leave me alone!

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio turns around to try to run away, but a wall of fire quickly blocks Scorpio path of exit. Scorpio turns again to face the figure.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: What the hell do you want? Why the hell do you chase me? Why do you constantly flood my dreams.

[COLOR="DarkRed"][/COLOR]: …

[COLOR="Teal"]The figure doesn’t respond, the figure doesn’t move. Seemingly both men face off in a stand still with a blaze surrounding him.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: If you’re not going to speak, if you’re not going to explain yourself; then you are useless to me. LEAVE ME ALONE!!!

[COLOR="DarkRed"][/COLOR]: …

[COLOR="Teal"]Again, no response. Scorpio is beginning to get visibly angrier with the continued silence and before he can let out any word; the fire surrounding Scorpio begins to dart quickly for him, but just before it touches him, Scorpio lets out a scream.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: NO!!!

[COLOR="Teal"]Like listening to some command, the fire not only stop it’s approach to Scorpio but gets pushed right back. Again, Scorpio seems slightly exhausted but he slowly begins regaining his breath. Scorpio looks at the figure and smiles.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: What? No comment? No puzzlement? More of just that silence?

[COLOR="Teal"]This time though, the figure takes a few steps forward. The figure pauses for a few seconds as if looking at Scorpio in puzzlement.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkRed"][/COLOR]: Why do resist?

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: Resist what? Being burnt?

[COLOR="DarkRed"][/COLOR]: Why do you resist the strength? The power? Everything that comes from this?

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: What the hell you talking about?

[COLOR="Teal"]The figure steps a few feet closer. Scorpio tries to get a glimpse of the figure, but he still can’t make out the face.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: You have been in my head for a long time. So I’ll ask the damn questions, what the HELL do you want with me?

[COLOR="DarkRed"][/COLOR]: How do you resist? Why do you resist? I will succeed. You will not always be able to fight it off. You will not always be able to resist. This is already taking a toll on you.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT WITH ME?

[COLOR="DarkRed"][/COLOR]: It matters not… but soon you will accept the flame.

[COLOR="Teal"]As Scorpio tries to make out the figure, he is quickly woken up by a glass of water thrown over his face. Scorpio sits right up trying to regain his bearings, only to find himself in run down motel room with his brother CAK. As he looks up at his brother, CAK tosses him a towel.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Red"]CAK[/COLOR]: Bout time your up.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: Bout time? Where the hell am I?

[COLOR="Red"]CAK[/COLOR]: Motel Room. The hospital was irritating me to no end, so I pulled you out and now we’re here.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: So I guess I’ll be fine then?

[COLOR="Red"]CAK[/COLOR]: Who knows, doctor was saying bunch of shit, wasn’t really paying attention. You look alright, minus a few bruises. You’ll live.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: Ha, thanks for the diagnostic Doc.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio walks over to a mirror and checks out the facial damage done to his face. He grimaces in pain when he pokes at his bruised jaw causing CAK to laugh to himself.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: Yeah, this could be a problem for my next match…

[COLOR="Red"]CAK[/COLOR]: Don’t worry; Stanman has given everyone from the DeathCube the night off to recover.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: Guess I’ll be fine then. It’s all he said?

[COLOR="Red"]CAK[/COLOR]: Naw, next show after you’re going to be entered in the first round of new World Heavyweight Tourney. You’re going to face Skittels.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio again pokes at his jaw in pain. He walks back towards his bed and lies down.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Red"]CAK[/COLOR]: That’s it? No comment?

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: I’ll be hundred percent ready to go for that match. He’s the guy who walked away with the least amount of damage in that bout, so I’m sure he’ll be ready.

[COLOR="Red"]CAK[/COLOR]: Alright, remember we have two other things to do right?

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about the tag shit. At least you’ll be taking care of that while I continue on in this tournament.

[COLOR="Teal"]His brother nods at him in agreement.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: Alright, well bro, I need some more rest, so you know…

[COLOR="Red"]CAK[/COLOR]: Yeah, yeah “Get the fuck out of my face so I can sleep in peace”. I get it.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: Ha! Something like that.

[COLOR="Teal"]CAK lies down in the next bed in the room and turns off the lamp. Within, what seems like seconds, CAK is already fast asleep. Scorpio on the other hand, is still awake. He wasn’t really tired, just needed to do some thinking for himself.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="LightBlue"]It is do or die…[/COLOR][/B]


[COLOR="Teal"]A short breath… A short breath… within moments Scorpio also finds himself fast asleep.[/COLOR]

[SIZE="5"][COLOR="DarkRed"]Insanity LIVE from Long Island…[/COLOR][/SIZE]

Phoenix: Well your buddy Al is no longer champ and these two men, the two men who faced each other in the Newbie Championships before. Listen to this crowd, simply wow.

The D: The crowd is eating this up, both men are hugging as they raise the belts over their heads and… WHAT IS GOING ON?

In the arena, the lights have completely turned off. The crowd is still very much cheering but not as loud. After a few moments, the lights turn back on in the ring. The referee is out cold outside of the ring, Magic and Hatchet Ryda are as lying motionless in the center of the ring. In opposing corners, two men dressed in a full black hooded cloak stand facing each other with the tag title raised in each others hand. The crowd is in a complete up roar as they are littering the ring and booing as loud as they could.

Phoenix: What is the meaning of this?

The D: You serious? That seven foot plus giant is a dead giveaway.

Both men shake off their cloaks, as “House by the Cemetery” by Wednesday 13 begins playing, revealing the identities of Crazy Ash Killa and a bandaged-up Eric Scorpio, each holding a baseball bat and a tag title in their hand.

Phoenix: Those bastards!!! How dare they ruin this night for the new champs.

The D: Oh, I hated this win, but oh boy, it’s like Christmas all over again.

Phoenix: We were wondering about the condition of Scorpio after that brutal DeathCube match, but it looks like he and his brother are damn ready to compete and has made their intentions know. But still!!! Those bastards!!

The D: Oh the Dark Brotherhood has been waiting for WCW to cash in their #1 contendership for a long time now. Now that it’s done, count the long wait as the reason Magic and Hatchet are out. Wow, this is going to be brutal… just brutal.

Phoenix: I think I may just agree with you. Both men have tossed the tag belts on their opponent’s chests and are heading back. The fans hate these men, and I am with them!

The D: Come on now. This will be fun, actually this IS fun!!

Phoenix: This is revolting. Well this is Blazing Phoenix and my broadcaster The D signing off Insanity and we will see you under better circumstances next time.

[SIZE="5"][COLOR="DarkRed"]Later after the Insanity camera go off air…[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[COLOR="Teal"]Backstage a lot of commotion is going on, medics are rushing to the ring, a few people are having an argument with Insanity GM Stanman, but while all this is going on, the Dark Brotherhood, sporting matching grins, walk down the backstage hallways, enjoying the mayhem they have caused. As they begin to walk past the GM’s office, Stanman rushes out to confront them with golf club in hand.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="green"]Stanman[/COLOR]: You two gentlemen have caused a mockery of tonight’s show.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: No… you got it all wrong…

[COLOR="Red"]CAK[/COLOR]: We aren’t gentlemen.

[COLOR="Teal"]Stanman strikes his golf club hard against the arena wall, cracking the paint in the process.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Green"]Stanman[/COLOR]: Listen smart-asses, you two… you two…

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: You two what?

[COLOR="Red"]CAK[/COLOR]: I think he’s scared to judge us, Ha!

[COLOR="Teal"]Stanman brings up his club and swings it within an inch of CAK’s face.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Green"]Stanman[/COLOR]: Listen, I’m not scared of you two emo rejects. Now there’s not much I can do to Scorpio since he’s in the world title tourney against N’itomniskittel and that’s where the ratings are, but you CAK are going to get retribution from one half of the NEW U.S Tag Team Champions, Hatchet Ryda next week.

[COLOR="Red"]CAK[/COLOR]: Alright… wooo.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: Ha brother.

[COLOR="Teal"]Stanman gives the Brotherhood a serious look down before being dragged by his assistance into his office. The Dark Brotherhood look at each other and begin to laugh until when new LPW.com reporter Alexis Dubois, sticks a microphone into brotherhoods face.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Magenta"]Reporter[/COLOR]: Any comments to what transpired here tonight at the end of Insanity?

[COLOR="Red"]CAK[/COLOR]: Those two? Bah, Brother I need to head off, I got some business to take care of.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: Alright bro.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio watches his brother walk off, as the reporter stands there slightly dejected to have missed his opportunity for an inclusive interview. Scorpio looks down at the reporter and gives her a small grin.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: Listen, here’s your chance to interview the future World champion. We got a world title tourney starting next week and well, I don’t see anyone else brave enough to interview me.

[COLOR="Teal"]The reporter looks up at Scorpio, her face going from a near blank dejected look, to seemingly the same as a light bulb lighting in her head. A large smile appears on her face, she immediately grabs hold of Scorpio’s arm and drags him to a quiet section of the arena hallway where a few chairs lay scattered. Both grab hold of a seat and the reporter takes out a personal recorder and turns it on.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Magenta"]Reporter[/COLOR]: So Mr. Scorpio, you are about to enter the World Title Tourney and in the first round, it will be you versus N’itomniskittel. What are your thoughts on your first opponent? of receiving another chance at the World Title after losing out on your first chance at the DeathCube?

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: Well, first of all, I didn’t lose. My brother was thinking of my well being and tossed in the towel. What do you want me to say to that? I’m a little upset by it, but what is done, is done. Now I’m going back, one on one with a pretty strong man himself in Skittles. But he doesn’t belong. The man couldn’t cut it in Inferno, so he’s given the ambassadors treatment here on Insanity, with now his second chance at the World Title.

But it ends here for him. I am home grown in this twisted brand of ours and like fuck I’m going to let some over the hill man trying to regain his lost years of glory by getting the royal treatment. Because the beating he is going to receive from me will be nothing remotely close to royal.

I don’t hate the man by any means, but if someone is going to come crawling into my den and think he’s going to have a good and easy here, he’s got another thing coming. I will do what ever is necessary and the only “End” he will see is his own.

[COLOR="Magenta"]Reporter[/COLOR]: This could be the road to your second shot at the World Heavyweight Title. Any thoughts about it this time around?

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: Well, I didn’t win the first shot, so I suppose, this time I better make sure I win. I held my own in that match, but unlike a few people, I didn’t have any alliances like cYn and Stone had, or like Mask and Skittles seem to as well. So I was on my own, and I lasted till my brother threw in the towel. So the match didn’t end on my accord.

[COLOR="Magenta"]Reporter[/COLOR]: But Krimson Mask, the current champion, was pummeling you pretty good with that lose ring post he had managed to rip out and use as a bat.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: Well of course, it did look dire. Plus my brother had accidentally electrocuted me as well. When it happened earlier to Stone and Red, my brother must’ve thought it was over for me as well. But as you watch the tapes, it didn’t, but… yeah.

Listen; this time around I have no worries about people jumping me, or people allying themselves, so it should make this a lot easier. But regardless the circumstances, unlike Mask, when I face him at Dead Man’s Hand, I’ll have gotten through Skittles and cYnical as well. Mask will be the one resting, but I’ll be the one who will be hardened by the numerous battles beforehand.
   
[COLOR="Magenta"]Reporter[/COLOR]: Anything else you would like to add about the tourney?

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: N’itomniskittel, stay the fuck down and make this easy on yourself. But if I see your ancient ass wobble up, I will unleash everything I got and I will make damn sure, there is an empty room at the hospital waiting for you.

You got off easy at EndGame, you won’t next week.

[COLOR="Magenta"]Reporter[/COLOR]: Now, that has been settled, what about your actions tonight against the Wild Card Warriors, the NEW U.S. Tag Team Champions.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: Now that… is something you’re going to have read elsewhere little missy. 

[COLOR="Magenta"]Reporter[/COLOR]: But…

[COLOR="Teal"]Not able to get the answer she wanted for her question, she just stares as Eric Scorpio flips his leather trench coat on and walks down the arena hallway towards one of the exits.[/COLOR]

Inferno 15.4; Eric Scorpio as Boxcar Danny vs. Jack Eastwood; 5th Qualifying Match for the LPW Idols finale for the Television Title

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[FONT="Tahoma"][COLOR="DarkGreen"]Pilot[/COLOR]: We are currently 30 minutes away from Ronald Reagan International, please be ready to take your seats as we will be landing shortly.

His eyes open suddenly, as the pilot makes his announcement. Sitting at a window seat, Boxcar Danny looks around in a small daze. However, knowing he has another 30 minutes, he closes his eyes again. Within moments, he is quickly back asleep.



During the early hours of the morning, a daily freight train makes its routine stop in a nearby city in Texas. As the train comes to a stop, a few men jump out of a boxcar and attempt to hide from a train security sweep. As the men tried to hide behind a few storage containers, one of the security men quickly spot a young boy trying to hide under one of the rail cars. The man begins shouting at the child causing the boy the begin running and the security quickly follows chase. As the security man gets closer to the child, one of the vagabonds decides to break from hiding and tackles down the security men.

As the child gets away, both men begin exchanging blows. The resulting brawl causes all other vagabonds except for one, to aid in the defense of their fellow man and the group begin to assault the lone security officer. However, without a warning, a loud bang is heard, and one of the vagabonds falls to the ground. The remaining men discontinue the assault and begin dispersing in all directions leading as a large group of train security begin storming the area. The lone vagabond watches on, witnessing what has just transpired and beginning to worry what would happen if he were caught, until another freight train begins to depart, and he quickly jumps aboard without anyone seeing him.

The lone vagabond sighs in relief as he closes the boxcar's door and sits in a the corner. As he lays his head into his hands and his long dreads moving towards the front of his head, the silence is quickly broken.

[COLOR="RoyalBlue"]Cloaked Man[/COLOR]: You know, some would say you acted like a coward out there.

The man moves his dreads out of his face and sees two figures standing in front of him; a man and a woman. After a mere glance he goes back at staring at the ground.

[COLOR="Green"]Hobo[/COLOR]: I have nothing to gain. I barely knew any of these men, and if they were foolish to attack an armed man, they got exactly what they deserve.

[COLOR="RoyalBlue"]Cloaked Man[/COLOR]: Interesting, wouldn't you say.

[COLOR="Pink"]Cloaked Woman[/COLOR]: It is darling. He may be exactly what we need.

[COLOR="RoyalBlue"]Cloaked Man[/COLOR]: I have to agree.

The hobo looks up, getting a little concern for his own security begins to slowly pull himself back to his feet into a defensive stance. As the cloaked man approaches the hobo, the hobo quickly lunges at him, however the masked man quickly flips him in the air and drives him to the ground and hold him there.

[COLOR="RoyalBlue"]Cloaked Man[/COLOR]: My my, you have a lot of pent up energy here. Listen, we're not here to fight you, we aren't here to make your life difficult. If anything, we are here to help you, if you are willing to help us in return.

The hobo stops resisting, and the cloaked man helps the man to his feet. The hobo dusts himself off but takes a few steps back and watches the two men cautiously.

[COLOR="Green"]Hobo[/COLOR]: And how do you intend to help me?

[COLOR="Pink"]Cloaked Woman[/COLOR]: Well, it is clear that you do not ride these rails because you have a choice.

[COLOR="Green"]Hobo[/COLOR]: Then why do you two ride as well. How can I possibly be helped by the same kind of people?

[COLOR="RoyalBlue"]Cloaked Man[/COLOR]: Do not let the method of our transportation paint the entire picture of us. We... are merely using the rail system to get us from point A to point B as quickly as possible without making ourselves known.

[COLOR="Green"]Hobo[/COLOR]: For some reason, I don't believe you.

[COLOR="RoyalBlue"]Cloaked Man[/COLOR]: Babe, let show him what we can offer.

The cloaked woman reaches inside her coat and pulls out a large money clip with lots of money. She throws it towards his feet. The hobo quickly noticing the large “100” on the bills, he lunges towards the ground to grab it and as his hands wrap around the money clip, the cloaked man quickly pressed down with his feet pinning down the hobo's hands to the ground. The hobo tries to pull himself free, but to no avail.

[COLOR="RoyalBlue"]Cloaked Man[/COLOR]: I take it, its been awhile since you seen that kind of money. Listen, if you agree to  help us out, you will see many more of these clips. So, we got a deal?

Aside from the sounds of the train wheels running on the rails, the freight car remains silent as the hobo contemplates his options.

[COLOR="Green"]Hobo[/COLOR]: I don't want to be doing shit that breaks the law.

[COLOR="RoyalBlue"]Cloaked Man[/COLOR]: No need to worry about that. I assure you, anything I have you do, will be strictly legal.

[COLOR="Green"]Hobo[/COLOR]: What will you have me do?

[COLOR="RoyalBlue"]Cloaked Man[/COLOR]: Sorry, that will remain my little secret until you decide. I guess you're not interested.

The cloaked man pulls the hobo back up to his feet while the woman picks back up the money clip. She hands the money to the hooded man, and he quickly opens up the freight train door.

[COLOR="Green"]Hobo[/COLOR]: Wait!! Please don't throw me off...

[COLOR="Pink"]Cloaked Woman[/COLOR]: Don't you people normally jump on a regular basis? Just tuck and roll, you'll be fine.

[COLOR="RoyalBlue"]Cloaked Man[/COLOR]: Nice one babe. No seriously, do you take us as monsters or something to throw a man off a train moving literally quite fast. Though, the impact of man's head crashing upon that incoming rock cut would be very interesting to see.

[COLOR="Green"]Hobo[/COLOR]: Okay, okay I'll help you out. Just don't throw me out.

The cloaked couple looks at each other and chuckles, and the cloaked man reaches forwards and hands the hobo the money clip. The hobo looks on and quickly takes out of the man's hands and hides in his pocket. The cloaked couple begin to smile.

[COLOR="RoyalBlue"]Cloaked Man[/COLOR]: So what's your name?

[COLOR="Green"]Hobo[/COLOR]: People call me Danny.

The cloaked woman nudges the cloaked man in the ribs causing the man to chuckle and nod back.

[COLOR="Green"]Danny[/COLOR]: What's so funny?

[COLOR="Pink"]Cloaked Woman[/COLOR]: Nothing dear, both of you seem to have something in common is all.

[COLOR="Green"]Danny[/COLOR]: So, what do you need me to do?

[COLOR="RoyalBlue"]Cloaked Man[/COLOR]: Actually, I need to train you, and do some ring work for me.

[COLOR="Green"]Danny[/COLOR]: Train me? Ring work? You want me as some sick circus act don't you?

[COLOR="RoyalBlue"]Cloaked Man[/COLOR]: No, this isn't some Blackwell freak show we want you to do.

[COLOR="Green"]Danny[/COLOR]: Blackwell?

The hooded man shakes his head. He decides to sit down on a nearby crate. Danny feeling more easy, decides to do the same.

[COLOR="Green"]Danny[/COLOR]: So what exactly do you want me to do here.

[COLOR="RoyalBlue"]Cloaked Man[/COLOR]: Well, I have a lot of experience in the ring, the squared circle, you know a wrestling ring. I used to wrestle. I still enjoy the life, but I currently have no plans to rush back to a ring myself and I desire to pass on my knowledge to someone else. I also wish, for a certain cut of your wages, continue living my current lifestyle and this is where you come in.

[COLOR="Green"]Danny[/COLOR]: So you want me to wrestle? Who's to say I can even do that kind of work?

[COLOR="RoyalBlue"]Cloaked Man[/COLOR]: Well, we of course never know. However, you seem to have some spunk when you decided to attack me, and you at least had the intelligence to do the smart thing back there.

Again, Danny pauses to consider his options. He stands up and moves his dreads out of his face and eyes over the mysterious couple.

[COLOR="Green"]Danny[/COLOR]: And I get money? And I get food? And I don't have to ride the rails anymore?

[COLOR="Pink"]Cloaked Woman[/COLOR]: That is the idea my dear. We can't have our star wrestler starve to death now can we. However, you seem to be very familiar with this vagabond lifestyle.

[COLOR="Green"]Danny[/COLOR]: What are you trying to say?

[COLOR="RoyalBlue"]Cloaked Man[/COLOR]: Well, she's trying to tell you that, even though, we will keep you feed and we will keep you warm, you must still give the outside world the appearance that you are indeed, still a vagabond.

[COLOR="Green"]Danny[/COLOR]: But that would make me a hypocrite.

[COLOR="RoyalBlue"]Cloaked Man[/COLOR]: Even so, this is what we demand. You must be to convince everyone that you are a starving, poor, out of work, homeless vagabond. Especially to a few key people.

[COLOR="Green"]Danny[/COLOR]: I don't know if I can do this. I don't think I can live that kind of lie.

[COLOR="Pink"]Cloaked Woman[/COLOR]: Well that is very unfortunate. Well, what do we do now darling?

The cloaked man walks towards the open boxcar and glances outside as the train still moves at his high speeds. He quickly approaches the vagabond and pulls him up by the arm.

[COLOR="RoyalBlue"]Cloaked Man[/COLOR]: Well babe, looks like we play “Chuck The Hobo”.

The vagabond quickly pulls away and falls to the ground. He puts both his hands in front of him and begging to beg for mercy.

[COLOR="Green"]Danny[/COLOR]: Okay... okay. I'll do it.

[COLOR="Pink"]Cloaked Woman[/COLOR]: See darling, another intelligent decision. Seems we may have the right man.

[COLOR="RoyalBlue"]Cloaked Man[/COLOR]: Sure seems that way. Alright, Danny, welcome to our little family.

The cloaked man helps the vagabond to his feet and the cloaked woman dusts him off.

[COLOR="Green"]Danny[/COLOR]: Well since we are now working together, who exactly are you?

As the vagabond finishes his sentence, the boxcar door quickly closes as the freight train continues on its course.


[COLOR="Red"][/COLOR]: Sir? SIR!!!!

Startled, Boxcar wakes up, brushes his dreads out of his eyes and looks at the Stewardess. He glances forward and see that the “Safety Belt On” light is on.

[COLOR="Red"]Stewardess[/COLOR]: Sit, please put your safety belt on, we are about to land.

Boxcar nods and hooks up his safety belt. He glances out the window, and he can make out the whole Virginia Tech compound in the distance. His upcoming Idol match against another newcomer in Jack Eastwood begins to rush through his mind. He knew virtually nothing of his opponent, but somehow, he seemed reassured that he is up to the challenge of this new opponent.


Without realizing it, the plane's wheels hit the runway and and comes to a stop. The plane slowly taxi's his way towards the tarmac as the passengers slowly begin to remove their safety belt and grabbing their luggage in the overhead storage.



The front door to the dark house swings open. Walking through into the darkness with his bindle in hand, Boxcar Danny stumbles in, still in pain from his match with Big B. Brown. As he closes the door behind him, and sets his bindle on the ground, he is quickly knocked to the ground with a straight punch to the side of the face. Boxcar tries to snap the disorientation and stand back to his feet only to receive a solid kick to the face sending him crashing through a nearby table, shattering it in a hundred pieces. This time though, Boxcar doesn't move, and simply tries to see what exactly is going on. The light turns on, and standing above him is a cloaked man.

[COLOR="Green"]Danny[/COLOR]: What the hell is the meaning of this?

[COLOR="RoyalBlue"]Cloaked Man[/COLOR]: Where the hell have you been? It's been a few weeks now since we've heard from you. Yet here we find out you haven't been following the plan down to the letter. We need order here, and not some man who decides to do whatever he wants, like, appearing on Insanity for starters. I told you, NOT to interact with anyone, and to simply do as you are told. Wrestler Big B. Brown, destroy him and get your ass back here.

[COLOR="Green"]Danny[/COLOR]: I did that. I did what you asked. I apologize if I have offended you by going to Insanity.

[COLOR="RoyalBlue"]Cloaked Man[/COLOR]: It's not only that... you merely squeaked by with a win over that fat tub of lard. I told you to destroy him. You lucked out with the win. And then, you decide to whisper shit to him, on LIVE TV!!! What the hell were you thinking?

[COLOR="Green"]Danny[/COLOR]: Some security.

[COLOR="RoyalBlue"]Cloaked Man[/COLOR]: Security? Security from what?

[COLOR="Green"]Danny[/COLOR]: From you.

The cloaked man begins to laugh. He kicks Boxcar Danny one more time before walking over to a nearby sofa and sitting down. Danny, brushes himself off and pulls himself back to his feet. Through his long dread hair, he glares at the cloaked man before sitting down himself.

[COLOR="RoyalBlue"]Cloaked Man[/COLOR]: So your blackmailing me now.

[COLOR="Green"]Danny[/COLOR]: Seems to be the more sensible thing to do considering what you really are planning. Had I known way back then what you really wanted me to do, I would chucked myself off that moving freight train.

[COLOR="RoyalBlue"]Cloaked Man[/COLOR]: So this is how you repay me after all this.

[COLOR="Green"]Danny[/COLOR]: Well, I do have to look out for myself. And well, now that someone else knows the secret, I shall be walking out, with all my money, and bid you a good day.

Danny gets up and goes to approach the front door, only for it to be blocked by a cloaked woman. Danny tries to move her out of the way, but she quickly grabs hold of his arm, and flips Danny to the ground with a superbly executed take down. Danny looks back in disbelief.

[COLOR="Green"]Danny[/COLOR]: You can't keep me here. People know already.

[COLOR="Pink"]Cloaked Woman[/COLOR]: Darling, this little man quickly jumps to the wrong conclusion. Maybe he isn't as intelligent as you first suspected.

[COLOR="RoyalBlue"]Cloaked Man[/COLOR]: Sure seems like it. Very well Boxcar, seems like you have me at a disadvantage. Bent over a barrel. Babe, since he no longer wants to do business with us, let us let him leave. However before you go, my wonderful darling here will escort you to the safe and give you the remainder of the money that is owed to you. If you want to blackmail me, let us leave in piece and break all ties here.

The cloaked man stands up as the cloaked woman heads into the adjacent room.

[COLOR="RoyalBlue"]Cloaked Man[/COLOR]: But just so you know, I do not want to see that dirty ungrateful face of yours ever again. So go, get your money, you greedy bastard.

Boxcar Danny smirks and heads into the adjacent room to get his money. Once Danny leaves the room, the cloaked man gets off the sofa and walks towards the entrance desk. He takes off his cloak and hangs it on a nearby a hook on the wall. From the adjacent room, the cloaked woman shouts.

[COLOR="Pink"]Cloaked Woman[/COLOR]: Darling, I just can't seem to remember the final combination number on the safe, would you mind, coming here?

[COLOR="RoyalBlue"]Uncloaked Man[/COLOR]: Be right there, babe.

The man stares at the entrance desk and opens the drawer. He reaches in and pulls out a letter opener then slowly closes the drawer. He looks towards the adjacent room.

[COLOR="RoyalBlue"]Uncloaked Man[/COLOR]: I'll be right there...

The man put the letter opener behind his back and smoothly walks into the adjacent room.


A swarm of people surround the luggage conveyor belt grabbing their respective suitcases. Boxcar Danny walks by them as he lays his bindle on his shoulder and enjoys simply moving on, not having to wait for any luggage. He goes down the escalator and as he reaches the main floor, a beautiful woman carrying a coat in her arms approaches Boxcar. She gives him a smile as both walk down the main floor.

[COLOR="Pink"]Woman[/COLOR]: How was the flight?

[COLOR="Green"]Danny[/COLOR]: Fantastic. I even manage to catch up on some sleep.

[COLOR="Pink"]Woman[/COLOR]: So how do you feel?

[COLOR="Green"]Danny[/COLOR]: I feel great. I haven't felt this energized in quite sometime actually.

[COLOR="Pink"]Woman[/COLOR]: That's good.

[COLOR="Green"]Danny[/COLOR]: It sure is.

Both exit the airports main doors and begin walking towards a taxi, the woman opens the back door, however before she gets in, she turns back towards Boxcar.

[COLOR="Pink"]Woman[/COLOR]: You're not seriously going like that are you?

The woman hands Boxcar the leather trench coat from her arm. Boxcar throws off the tattered coat he was wearing, tossing it in the back seat of the cab and puts on the leather trench coat. He goes to get in, when the woman stops him again.

[COLOR="Pink"]Woman[/COLOR]: That's not what I meant.

Danny laughs, even though the woman is not smiling. Danny looks at the reflection in a nearby window, walks back towards the taxi and removes the dread locks wig from his head, revealing his bald head. He hands the wig to the woman who proceeds to grab the wig with the tip of her fingers, treating it like some dirty infested bag of garbage. He sits in the back seat beside the woman and closes the taxi door behind him.

[COLOR="Pink"]Woman[/COLOR]: I can't believe your wearing his hair. How does it feel anyways?

[COLOR="Green"]Boxcar[/COLOR]: It gets itchy sometimes.

The two share a small laugh as the taxi drives off and away from the airport. As the camera moves back towards the airport exit, the image begins to fade out to the focused on laying on the ground, rests Boxcar Danny's tattered bindle...


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Inferno presents Capital Punishment; Eric Scorpio vs. St. Jayne Nighthawk vs. Atlas Adams vs. Killswitch vs. Damien Blaze; LPW Idol Finals for the LPW Television Championship

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[COLOR="Teal"]It is late at night, the sky is dark. However despite it snowing, despite the fact a winter storm has gripped the city, this is not a present snowfall, but the snow fall of nearly a years past. Outside sits an idling vehicle, a taxi, waits patiently outside of a busy hospital. The hospital doors automatically slide open and out comes a limping Eric Scorpio being held up with the aid of the Mistress.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: I really wish you would have accepted the use of the wheelchair.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: …

[COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: Would have made it easier on me.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio lets out a small chuckle.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: Yeah this is all laughs and fun for me. However, I'm not helping with any other problem you may have. Somethings a woman shouldn't have to do.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio rolls his eyes at the Mistress and both approach the cab, the Mistress is breathing heavy, more than likely due to the fact she had to carry most of Scorpio's weight. She opens the cab door, and helps Scorpio sits down inside.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: You know, all of this would be so much easier if you weren't so prideful.

[COLOR="Teal"]Before Scorpio can even speak, the Mistress closes the cab door and enters from the other side.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: Head to the airport.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: No...

[COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: What do you mean no?

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: Insanity is supposed to be in town tonight, I want you to drive to the arena.

[COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: No you're not, you are not in any shape to go there.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: I just want to drive by...

[COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: I know what you want. You want to get at your brother. I'm not going to let that happen.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: You don't understand... besides who the hell are you to tell me what I can and can't do.

[COLOR="Teal"]The Mistress simply gives Scorpio and icy cold stare, then after a few moments Scorpio breaks away from the look and concedes.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Yellow"]Taxi Driver[/COLOR]: So... where am I going? The meters running by the way.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: Airport.

[COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: See... Now you're being reasonable.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: That doesn't change that fact, I'm going to get my brother.

[COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: Yes, but not today. Look at you right now, your weak, you couldn't even take me on, hell even this cab driver can beat you up right now.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio doesn't look amused, as he still shows signs of pain, and being uncomfortable.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: I know you want revenge, but this isn't the time and place to do this.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: If this were you, you'd be feeling the same.

[COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: Of course, be thankful you still have someone in your life that doesn't want to see you six feet under.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: Yes... thankful...

[COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: Seriously, in your state right now if you faced your brother, you won't have to worry about Ash reburying you alive, you'll be long dead before you even get there. So yes, I stand as the voice of reason right now. Your brains just not there.

[COLOR="Yellow"]Taxi Driver[/COLOR]: You were buried alive?

[COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: Mind your business.

[COLOR="Teal"]The taxi driver turns back his attention to the road, this time the Mistress approaches Scorpio closer to not let peering ears listening to them talk.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: I know your angry, and I know all you can think of right now is revenge. And eventually you will get just that. Just trust me, let this brew over, let Ash believe you are dead and long buried and when he least suspects it, when you are back to your old self and thinking more clearly, you will get him back. Till then... concentrate on recovering.

[COLOR="Yellow"]Taxi Driver[/COLOR]: Alright, here we are...

[COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: Actually, we have a private plane, so bring us there.

[COLOR="Yellow"]Taxi Driver[/COLOR]r: No problem.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: So... private jet?

[COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: Yes. You are more than likely to cause a few physical problems up there with all those people.

[COLOR="Teal"]There is a pause as the cab driver pulls up to a waiting private jet.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: Maybe, I was wise to trust you.

[COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: How can I not.

[COLOR="Yellow"]Taxi Driver[/COLOR]: That'll be 27.75.

[COLOR="Teal"]The Mistress hands the cab driver the money and leaves the cab. She walks over to the other side of the cab and pulls out Scorpio and helps him climb the steps into the jet. After a few minutes, the planes engines fire up and heads down the taxi way as it takes off down the runway and into the darkness of the sky's night.[/COLOR]


[COLOR="Teal"]Many months have passed... In center of a ring, that is inside large training gym, two men battle it out. After a few more seconds of wrestling, one man springboards off the ropes and clotheslines the other men, sending him outside of the ring. The sole man stands up, focused look on his face, sweat beading down his bald forehead is that of none other of a much healthier looking Eric Scorpio. Another men waits at ringside, and Scorpio waves him in. As soon as the man enters the ring, Scorpio quickly scoops him up and delivers a thundering spinebuster, leaving the man in pain. Scorpio wanting more, waves in another, however this time the Mistress stops the man.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: Enough.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: No.

[COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: Enough

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio leaves the ring and approaches the man, only for the Mistress to stand in his way, blocking Scorpio's direct access to the man.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: Enough.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: Think you can stop me? Think you can put me down?

[COLOR="Teal"]The Mistress turns her head towards the other men.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: If your in fact smart, I would get your asses out of here. Come back tomorrow or something, just leave.

[COLOR="Teal"]The men begin to walk away, however the Mistress puts her hand up and stops Scorpio from advancing.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: Enough. You're looking mighty energetic today.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio again lunges towards the escaping men, only for the Mistress to put much more force in stopping Scorpio, hurting her hand in the process.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: Jeez, will you stop!

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: Fine. It's been months since I've felt this energetic. I just wanted to see how far you can push it.

[COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: Well its obvious you got much more in the tank. Don't worry, I'll let you push further soon, for now we have some business, well actually we have you to discuss about.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: What about?

[COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: What you intend to do.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: You know damn well what am going to do. My brother is going to pay.

[COLOR="Teal"]The Mistress tosses Scorpio a towel and a bottle of water. Both sit on the ring apron as Scorpio's breathing begins to get more relaxed.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: No, I was more concerned about how you will go about doing this.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: I'll sneak in, I'll hide, bid my time and then strike.

[COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: It's not you to sneak nor hide. Besides, what about after that? You going back to simply deal with your brother, or do you intend to resume what you had intended all along.

[COLOR="Teal"]A pause between the two happens for a moment, as Scorpio thinks it over while the Mistress feels out her wrist.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: My only intention is my brother right now. I don't care about anything else.

[COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: Well thankful, I am here. You may be on a one track mind right now. But I'll be hear to do the rational part.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: And how do you intend to do that. First chance I get, you know what I'll do.

[COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: Well, I'm hoping you'll grow so restraint. Besides we need to kick off your career in the process, there is life after Ash.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: So what do you intend for me to do then.

[COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: Well, get you active anyways.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: So you want me to wear a disguise and a wig.

[COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: You may just look cute in a wig.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio glares at the Mistress, causing her to laugh.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: Okay maybe you in a wig is not quite the right idea, if you'd only let your hair grow out.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: Yeah... not happening.

[COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: Figures. Listen if we don't get you in from the get go, your going to fight Ash, then what? You've been gone for a long time now. Face it, you come back, its back at the bottom for you.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: …

[COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: Exactly. So we need to get you started, maybe even work out some kinks in your moves and have you wrestle under a disguise.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: I'm not wearing a wig.

[COLOR="Teal"]The Mistress looks at Scorpio and begins to chuckle to Scorpio's obvious disapproval.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: Cut that out.

[COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: Fine. Besides... a disguise might be too obvious and you may get discovered, knowing you and your attitude.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: So what do you propose?

[COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: A patsy.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: You want someone to take my place, under a disguise?

[COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: Why not. He loses, you can save face because it won't be you.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: Lose?

[COLOR="Teal"]The Mistress shakes her head and punches Scorpio in the shoulder.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: Him lose, not you, Mr. Tough Guy.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: Ha... Ha.

[COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: No, We train some nobody, someone nobody in the real world gives a shit about and train him up. Like I said, he loses, it's not you. If he wins, then we let him build your unknowing return.  When you are finally ready, you take his place and have already established some in roads into the company.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: What about this other guy I take over? What if he fucks up?

[COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: Well, then I guess we see you wearing a wig.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio sits up from the ring apron, wipes any remaining sweat from his forehead with the towel and finishes off the bottle of water.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: I ain't wearing the wig, I don't care.

[COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: What ever.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: So where do we find this patsy of ours?

[COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: Well... we need someone at least resourceful, desperate, in mild shape and not a total retard... Might be hard.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: Fine, maybe we should ask one of your disciples, Mistress.

[COLOR="Teal"]The Mistress gives Scorpio a scowl look, making Scorpio smirk.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: Don't call me that. You know I hate it when you call me that. Besides I may have an idea, let's get the hell out of here.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: Fine... sis.

[COLOR="Teal"]Both leave the ring apron as they walk out of the now desolate and quiet gym in the evening night.[/COLOR]



[COLOR="Teal"]Standing in front of the camera is Eric Scorpio, bald head, icy eyes, long black trench coat and same old maniacal smirk on his face that most have grown to love or, abhor.[/COLOR]



[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio turns his head sideways and points a large scar on the backside of his head, no doubt caused by the action of Crazy Ash Killa at the Honor Roll supershow.[/COLOR]


[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio points to nearby television where footage of CAK electrifying the steel structure of the DeathCube and tossed into it by Krimson Mask, followed by CAK tossing in the towel for Scorpio to eliminate him from the match.[/COLOR]


[COLOR="Teal"]The images change to that of Altered Reality 4, as CAK reaches for the titles, the ladder beneath him breaks away, than changes to footage of Homecoming where the MWA and Ash play tug of war with the belts resulting in the MWA winning the battle.[/COLOR]

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[COLOR="Teal"]Footage again changes to Honor Roll, where after delivering a Strife Spike in the ring and another off the top rope to Scorpio, Ash would carry Scorpio outside the ring and deliver a third and final Strife Spike to Scorpio over the steel ring steps putting him out of action for good.[/COLOR] 


[COLOR="Teal"]With footage of Ash burying Scorpio alive from a Live Insanity telecast, Scorpio kicks over the television to the ground causing its screen to shatter. Scorpio turns his attention back to the camera, and where his face used to have a grin, has been change to a more cold serious demeanor.[/COLOR]



[COLOR="Teal"]As Scorpio walks and the camera follows him, he comes to a stop at a poster of Inferno's Capital Punishment promotional poster and points to the wrestlers on it.[/COLOR]



[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio rips down the poster and continues walking.[/COLOR]


[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio walks up to an object covered with a large white towel. He pulls off the dust covered blanket revealing his old skull and bones throne.[/COLOR]


[COLOR="Teal"]Watching the dust settle, Scorpio walks up to his gruesome throne and sits down on it like a king.[/COLOR]


[COLOR="Teal"]The camera begins to pull away as Eric Scorpio breaks into a loud maniacal laughter as the footage cuts to darkness.[/COLOR]

Inferno 16.1; Eric Scorpio, White Falcon & Bobino vs. Son of Repoman, Atlas Adams & Sheepster; 6 Man Tag Team Match

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[COLOR="Teal"]It's been a long night.

No matter how much he tried to sleep, the same dream kept popping up in his head. Inches away of securing his first singles championship victory in LPW, he is pulled down from behind and almost in slow motion he can hear one strike to the mat. He tries to struggle free only to hear a second strike. Realizing things are at an end, he tries once more with all his might to break himself free. As the referee comes down for the third time to strike the mat, he instantly wakes up.

He sits up in his bed and wipes the sweat from his brow. This has been going on for days now, with this same dream eating up at him. Despite being the middle of the night, he gets out of bed and heads to the washroom. He turns on the lights and begins running the water in the sink. He proceeds to splash water over his face and stares directly at the mirror in front of him. Despite the water beating off of his cold looking face, Scorpio's eyes paint an entirely different picture.

As Scorpio contemplates the recurring dream, someone begins to knock at the front door. He walks towards the door and opens it to see his sister Jennifer standing there. She quickly brushes herself in, leaving Scorpio to simply roll his eyes and close the door behind her. [/COLOR]

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: So... what do you want Jenn, it's late. Shouldn't be torturing some new disciple or something?

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"]Jennifer[/COLOR]: Oh give me a break. Besides, its not like your sleeping, your light were on.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: I could have been sleeping. Some people do sleep with lights on.

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"]Jennifer[/COLOR]: Yeah, kids who are afraid of the dark.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio gives his sis a look as he puts on a shirt.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: So what do want?

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"]Jennifer[/COLOR]: Wow... so testy. Take it you still can't sleep?

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: What's it to you?

[COLOR="Teal"]Jennifer rolls her eyes in frustration.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"]Jennifer[/COLOR]: Jesus you're thick headed tonight. Let it go. LET... IT... GO...

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: Whatever.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio sits down in a nearby chair and slumps into it.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"]Jennifer[/COLOR]: Listen... did you really want the Television title? We both know you are yearning for more than that lowly title. You know it's beneath you, so snap out of it already.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio simply closes his eyes and doesn't reply to his sister.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"]Jennifer[/COLOR]: So now you're ignoring me. Listen, you are above that title, we both know it. The sooner you snap out of this funk the better you will be off.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: Perhaps... I don't think you full grasp what's going on though.

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"]Jennifer[/COLOR]: Then enlighten me.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: ... I'm growing tired.

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"]Jennifer[/COLOR]: What? Tired of what?

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: I'm... forget it. I really need some sleep. I show up at the show like this, I'm bond to get my ass kicked quickly.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio's sister reaches into her purse, and tosses her brother a bottle of pills.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"]Jennifer[/COLOR]: There, sleep... in pill form.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: Fine.

[COLOR="Teal"]A long pause fills the room as the two siblings stare at each other, until Scorpio sighs.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: Uh, you can leave now.

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"]Jennifer[/COLOR]: Fine... Make sure you're up tomorrow, I'll come and pick you up and drive you to the show.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: Whatever.

[COLOR="Teal"]Jennifer simply leaves out the front door, shutting it behind her. Scorpio pops open the pill bottle and swallows a few pills. He turns off the lights and lies back down in bed.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: Yeah...

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio closes his eyes, and soon enough, he falls back asleep.[/COLOR]


[COLOR="Teal"]The next day, both Strife siblings drive up to the arena. As Scorpio gets out and grabs his duffel bag, Jenn stops him for a moment.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"]Jennifer[/COLOR]: You're not going to do anything foolish are you?

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: No... what the hell you talking about?

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"]Jennifer[/COLOR]: You know, you and Falcon teaming together. We both know you guys both have history.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: Don't worry about it.

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"]Jennifer[/COLOR]: I do. Anyways, I'll be back later, I have some things to do.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: Fine go.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio watches her sister drive away from his car. He tosses the bag over his shoulder and makes his way into the arena. He walks down the arena until he gets to his locker room. He places his duffel bag on the ground, but before he is able to sit down, a familiar voice begins to speak out. [/COLOR]

[COLOR="Yellow"][/COLOR]: So... you showed up.

[COLOR="Teal"]Instantly the hair on the back of Scorpio's neck begins to rise, as the memories of hatred begin to flood his mind. A maniacal snarl begins to form on his face, as he begins to turn around to see the man wearing a white cloak, White Falcon. Scorpio simply stares at the man with hatred in his eyes as his fist begin to clench. Without thinking, Scorpio lunges at Falcon, only for Bobino to quickly come in between them to stop the potential brawl.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrange"]Bobino[/COLOR]: When I have to be the voice of reason in this locker room, you know things are messed up. We need to work together tonight, none of this shit.

[COLOR="Yellow"]Falcon[/COLOR]: Listen to him mall goth, he's got a point.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio doesn't reply. He gives Falcon a cold stare before letting down his guard and begins getting dressed for his match again.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrange"]Bobino[/COLOR]: So what game plan we going to come up with? Some of those guys in that ring aren't push overs.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: Neither are we. Besides the fact I have to share a locker room with the preacher boy, I'm a little more concern about who put us all in this match.

[COLOR="Yellow"]Falcon[/COLOR]: Been wondering the same thing.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: There's obviously no love lost between us, so why book us together? Sounds like a practical joke from the higher ups at our expense.

[COLOR="DarkOrange"]Bobino[/COLOR]: No idea, I know Watson's got some money, maybe because of his obsession with me and me kicking his ass, he got fed up and paid off someone to put me in match where the odds could potentially be against me.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: Possibly... Little Red is definitely not a fan of mine and with her connections with the Illuminati and the booking comity who knows. What about you Falcon? What's your angle?

[COLOR="Yellow"]Falcon[/COLOR]: There is none.

[COLOR="Teal"]All three men remain quiet for the time being as they ponder for a moment.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrange"]Bobino[/COLOR]: Well we shouldn't even be worrying about this, I plan to win this match and worry about the causes afterwards.

[COLOR="Yellow"]Falcon[/COLOR]: The heathen is right. We have to worry about this match first. You can dwell on the facts later on.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: It's that easy... just forget about it, right?

[COLOR="Yellow"]Falcon[/COLOR]: Yes.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio stares at Falcon, studying his face for a moment.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: I don't buy it. I say I knock you out right now.

[COLOR="Yellow"]Falcon[/COLOR]: You're welcome to try little man. I do not have time for this foolery, our match is going to begin soon. So we should make haste.

[COLOR="DarkOrange"]Bobino[/COLOR]: You guys can fight, I don't care anymore. I'm heading out. I'll win that match on my own if I have to.

[COLOR="Teal"]Bobino heads out of the dressing room, as Falcon and Scorpio continue to stare in hatred of each other, only for Scorpio's cellphone to start ringing. The two continue to stare until finally, Scorpio decides to ignore Falcon and answer his phone.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: I'll see you in the ring Falcon.

[COLOR="Teal"]A smirk develops on Falcon's face before he turns around and heads out of the dressing room.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: Yes? I'm about to go to my match.

[COLOR="Teal"]A long pause fills the room as Scorpio sits down again and keeps the phone to his ear. After a few moments of listening, Scorpio again begins to talk.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: So that is why he's been nonchalant about the politics behind this match. Thanks sis, I gotta go talk to him before he gets to the ring.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio closes his cellphone and tosses it in his duffel bag. He throws on his trademark leather trench coat and quickly makes a be line to the gorilla position backstage to see Bobino walk through the curtains and towards the ring as his entrance music begins to play. Scorpio quickly grabs Falcon's arm from behind and spins him around.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: So... just found out you're done after this match.

[COLOR="Yellow"]Falcon[/COLOR]: Seems a little birdy has let the cat out of its bag.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: You and I, we have unfinished business.

[COLOR="Yellow"]Falcon[/COLOR]: Seems to me, I won both of our encounters. I think our business has been settled very nicely.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: Don't give me this crap. I've waited so long to get back and deal with my brother, but he wasn't the only one I wanted some payback against either.

[COLOR="Yellow"]Falcon[/COLOR]: Sorry to spoil your fun. I've been around this place a hell of a lot longer than you have.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: You can't take this away from me.

[COLOR="Yellow"]Falcon[/COLOR]: Sorry mall goth, I believe I have every right to dictate when I retire from this place. I've earn that right.

[COLOR="Teal"]The angry look that was on Scorpio's face begins to wash away as he stares at Falcon. The realization that this was it between the two seemed to quickly take away the wind out of his sails. Falcon pries himself away from Scorpio's hand and begins to head to the curtain as his music begins to play. Before Falcon got through, Scorpio shouts out to him causing Falcon to turn around.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: HEY PREACHER BOY... let's give them hell tonight.

[COLOR="Yellow"]Falcon[/COLOR]: Amen to that.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio nods to Falcon as Falcon heads out through the curtains towards the ring. Scorpio walks up to the curtain and brings his head down. He simply stands there in silence waiting for his music to hit. As he waits, the thoughts of his hatred for White Falcon begin to go through his mind and the realization that this what it. He begins to think of Falcon's departure means to him, as “No More Sorrow” by Linkin Park begins to play. He raises his head forward and opens his eyes as he comes to the decision that tonight he will give his all to give one of the LPW's legend the proper send-off he would expect someone would give to him someday soon as well.[/COLOR]

PyroMania presents Blistering Inferno; Eric Scorpio vs. Seth Omega

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Nearby, a small stone building sits alone off the interstate. Light emanating through its decorated stain glass windows, as a very small handful of beaten up vehicles scattered throughout the parking lot. Inside a small handful of people sit quietly in the pews while they listen to the minister talk as he holds in his hands a book with only part of the title showing; “The Libri Sco”. The book tattered and very apparent that its been used a lot still has the trademark scorpion symbol on the cover. The minister continues to talk.

Minister: ...as with the preacher, Eric would cast away his past as well and renaming himself Eric Scorpio. Eric would pray to God and swear his allegiance to him, and declare himself the messiah God had always wanted; not by fighting using the Lord’s words, but using himself as a weapon against all would be deemed sinners to God’s laws. With one loud proclamation, Eric would declare himself the Cleanser of Sinners and the true descent of God...

The minister would continue to recite from the sacred book. In the back of the room, a cloaked man stands leaning against the back wall observing the mass. Not moving, nor making a sound. Simply remaining still.


The minister continues to talk, as the cloak man slowly turns his head examining the people in the room. To the left, a young, hillbilly couple. In the front row, a couple of old men. And on the right in two different row sits an heavily makeup-ed goth teen and and a normal looking business man fills out the remaining people sitting in the back row.

A very empty room. The cloaked man gives out a small sigh as the minister is still preaching. 

Minister: ...On a final attempt, God would send his new messiah to quell this rebellion with the help of a sinner. However, Scorpio would rise up and would battle this evil force of God’s head on, and cleanse them of their one fatal sin; their sin of God... Hallowed by thy name.

Despite the 5 parishioners in the room, only the goth teen speaks up.

Goth Teen: Hallowed he truly is.

The minister continues to talk before the people slowly get up and walk out of the building. The young goth teen walks up to the minister asking a few questions while the cloaked man simply gets off the wall and walks through a nearby door. He slowly removes his cloak and hangs it on a nearby hook. Beside the hook, the reflection of the man can be seen on a mirror hanging off the wall.

It's none other than Eric Scorpio.

Looking older, a few spider wrinkles around his eyes, a scruffy face with a small welt on his lip from the altercation with Seth Omega at Pyromania. Despite all this, the same stoic look that he's sported for years still remains on his face.


Scorpio's stoic look breaks as a small smile appears as he catches his own mistakes in his inner ramblings. At that moment the  minister walks into the room, straight to the table where a few bottles of whiskey lay upon on it. He pours two drinks from the bottles, walks over to Scorpio and hands him one of the glasses.

Minister: Admiring yourself?

Scorpio's smile disappears and sees the whiskey offering. He shakes his head and walks over to a nearby chair and sits down.

Minister: Fine more for me.

The minister chugs the other glass and sits on a nearby couch.

Minister: So what's on your mind?

Scorpio: This is the last remaining diocese, am I correct?

Minister: Yeah. The others closed a few years ago. You still have some devotes here though. Always good right?

Scorpio lets out a small sigh.

Scorpio: Honestly no. I've been thinking this is it.

Minister: It?

Scorpio: I'm going to close this one too. Burn it to the ground. Just like the others.

The minister gets back up and pours himself another drink. He pours a second drink and attempts to hand it to Scorpio a second time.

Minister: Here, don't act rash, have a drink and relax.

Scorpio gives the minister an ice cold look as he smacks the glass out of the minister's hand sending it crashing to the ground, shattering the glass in thousands of pieces.

Scorpio: Don't tell me what to do. Don't EVER! Your simply enjoying all these lavish things at my expense. If I want to end it. Then I end it.

Minister: I...I'm sorry. I meant no offense.

Scorpio: You meant to save your own ass at my expense. Tell me why I shouldn't burn this place to the ground? So you can keep shouting the word of Scorpionism. MY WORDS by the way. And what do you think people are doing when they listen to your words?

The minister backs up and sits back down trying to think of another reason.

Minister: The people care. They come and they listen.

Scorpio shakes his head.

Scorpio: Those people?

Minister: Yeah.

Scorpio: They don't care. The hillbillies probably have a meth lab close by and were simply killing some time between cooking or waiting for a drug deal. Those old men probably killed their wives after they nagged them to their... well own demise and are too ashamed to go to a proper church and have come here. The business man probably lost his job and was just driving around, afraid to go home and tell his wive and kids what kind of loser he is and saw this building off the interstate. And the goth teen... well she's a goth teen for fucksakes. Who the fuck knows what is truly going through her head. Probably going to kill a cat or cut herself after she gets home.

Minister: She was interested in you. She wanted to know more about what your future holds.

Annoyed, Scorpio gets off his chair and walks to a nearby window overlooking the interstate. He stares out and watches the few vehicles going back and forth on the road, while below in the church's parking lot, an apparent drug deal is indeed taking place with the hillbilly couple. Scorpio smirks a little from the transpiring actions.

Scorpio: She doesn't get the point. None of them get the point. Scorpionism isn't about a way to follow. It was always about a way of being. It's why none of the dioceses have survived. It's why I stopped caring about being worshipped or being this figure head.

Minister: What are you saying?

Scorpio: My teaching were about raising oneself to be better. To shows fire and passion and to drive towards what you are most passionate about. If you want to teach... then teach. Do what it takes to do just that. Don't decide that the road is too hard and just give up on your dream and decide that pumping gas is the best you will achieve. Fight for it. Scorpionism is a way of being. Not someone to follow. And that's why no one gets it. Or got it.

Minister: I got it. I get it.

Scorpio shakes his head and stares back at the minister.

Scorpio: You get it?

Minister: Yes.

Scorpio: Then why are you preaching MY words? Why aren't you preaching your words? Why aren't your preaching what you want to preach about?

Minister: Because that's what I want to do.

Scorpio: And with that, you just showed me why you don't get it either.

Confused the minister gets back up and walks over to the table for another drink. This time however, Scorpio grabs his arm and throws the minister to the ground.

Scorpio: No more. I created Scorpionism, and as of this moment, I will be the one who puts an end to it.

Minister: What are you planning on doing?

Scorpio: I plan to leave this all behind. This is my past. None of you have what it takes. None of you have that fire. And to be honest, I no longer have the time or passion to do help you find it. I'm a lot older than the day I started and I no longer have the time to waste on such trivial things... like this place.

The minister goes to get back up with the help of a chair but this time Scorpio rushes over and nails the minister with a right cross sending him down hard to the ground. The minister gets on all fours only for Scorpio to drives his leg right into the minister's side sending him back on the ground shriveled in pain.

Minister: Why? I've been so loyal. I've been a good follower.

Scorpio: And that's why I'm doing this. What was that last thing you said tonight in church? “Scorpio would rise up and would battle this evil force of God’s head on, and cleanse them of their one fatal sin; their sin of God”.

Minister: Ye..Yes.

With a smile, Scorpio bends down, grabs the minister's hair and stares right into his frighten eyes.

Scorpio: Well since you are a devoted follower of MY words, then lets follow through. I'm GOD...

The room remains silent, with the minister's lips quivering in fear. Scorpio raises his voice.

Scorpio: I'm GOD right?

Minister: Of course.

Scorpio: Very well. And since I'm GOD, I created Scorpionism, I created the Libri Scorpionius, the book you so enjoy preaching from. I created all of this.

Minister: Yes, of course... but I don't follow.

Scorpio drives the minister's head back to the ground and begins walking towards the table.

Scorpio: That's where you're a wrong. You are indeed following. You are a sheep.

Scorpio grabs the bottles of liquor off the table, while removing the caps off of each bottle. He walks by the couch, dumping one of the bottles of liquor on it. Proceeds back by the table pouring some more. He then walks over towards the minister and dumps another bottle over the minister as he remains shivering in fear on his back staring into the cold eyes of Eric Scorpio.

Scorpio: You see, my little sheep. You, Scorpionism, IS my sin... all of this. And since I'm GOD, this is GOD's sin right? And since I'm Eric Scorpio, and I will rise up and cleanse GOD's one fatal sin just like you said right? It's one vicious cycle that I intend to clean up. And well, my clueless little sheep, that means... you.

The minister's eye grow big, as Scorpio reaches into his pocket and pulls out a Zippo. He lights it up creating a small flame, admiring it for a moment. Scorpio looks down and smiles at the minister, while dropping the lighter onto the minister's back. The flames quickly spread across his body as he begins running and screaming in terror and agony, spreading the flames across the room where ever he goes.

Scorpio: Good bye, my sin...

With the final words, Scorpio grabs a trench coat off the hook and proceeds to walk out of the church as the screeching comes to a halt, but the crackling sound begins to get louder and louder. He walks toward one of two remaining vehicles in the parking lot, enters and drives away. As he drives down the  interstate, the flickering light flashes off the rear view mirror, as the church has turned into a roaring fire, with a pillar of smoke now reaching high into the sky. Scorpio remains unfazed and continues driving.


Scorpio chuckles again.


Scorpio looks at the rear-view mirror and hanging off of it is a miniature hour glass. He flicks it with his finger sending it swaying back and forth.



Scorpio sets his eyes back onto the road. Watching the endless painted asphalt of the road as he heads to his destination.



Scorpio internal frustration continues to mount as he continues to drive. In the short distance, flashing lights are quickly coming into sight as a couple firetrucks drive by at high speed in the opposing lane. Scorpio looks into the rear-view mirror and see the distance pillar of smoke with the slight crackling of light from the fire he started.

Scorpio smiles.


A few days later, in complete darkness, Scorpio rests. Half asleep, his thoughts are on the road ahead. Having been away from a sanctioned match in some time, Scorpio does what he's always done before a match; visualize and plan his strategy. Going over move after move, counters after counters, and the possibly of unexpected events. This seemingly goes on for hours, but could very well have only taken a few minutes in Scorpio fatigued state, until a small creak echoes through the quiet room. Scorpio's thoughts of wrestling quickly vanish and focused solely on the quietness of the room.

Mere moments later, another creak echoes through the room.

Scorpio remains calm, his breathing remaining light as if he were still sleeping. The room remains silent for quite some time again, until pressure is felt pushing down across his chest and the feeling of something sharp pressed against his throat.

?.?.?: You're slipping.

Scorpio: How's your stomach?

The assailant reaches down with his free hand along his abdomen to find a sharp object pointed directly  at it.

Scorpio: Sorry brother, but I think you're the one slipping. The Hulk had a better chance to sneak up on me than your pathetic ass did.

The sharp object across Scorpio's neck goes away only to be replaced by the sudden grasp of two big hand grasping his throat. Scorpio is suddenly lifted out of his bed by his neck and thrown right across the dark room, landing flat on his back against the hardwood floor. Scorpio slightly groans in pain, as the room's lights get turned on. Scorpio looks up and sees his towering brother Ash Strife standing above him.

Scorpio: Didn't hurt brother.

Scorpio gives his brother a snark smile which causes his brother to kick Scorpio in the abdomen. Ash reaches down and picks his brother back up only to get a headbutt to the face for his trouble. Scorpio nails Ash in the face with a right cross, causing his to move slightly and for blood to trickled from his lip. Ash wipes the blood from his mouth and nails Scorpio with a right cross of his own sending him back against the dresser in the room. Both brothers stares at each other, until Ash breaks the silence.

Ash: Is that any way to treat your dear old brother?

Scorpio: Half brother... and after the shit we've been through the last couple years, you're lucky I even call you that. What the hell do you want?

Ash: Come on brother, I just wanted to see you. Nothing wrong with a little family bonding.

Scorpio grasping at his sore jaw, gives Ash a cold stare.

Scorpio: You know, I see the charm of people having estranged families.

Ash gives a loud laugh, which doesn't seem to amuse the Scorpio at the very least. Scorpio pushes his way past his brother and walks into the kitchen and grabs a couple of beers. He tosses one to Ash and uses the other to cool his sore face.

Scorpio: So what do you want?

Ash takes a drink from the beer and sits down on a nearby chair.

Ash: So I've been reading some interesting things going on with you. Like your last church burnt down for starters?

Scorpio: What of it? Not like it mattered anymore.

Ash: I hear that the minister was hospitalized with severe burns over his body.

Scorpio: Ah so he lives... guess he found something in himself that wanted to keep on going.

Ash: You haven't changed.

Scorpio: So you've come all this way to tell me something I've already known about? Well thanks, the door is right there.

Ash takes another drink from his beer.

Ash: No. I want to know about this bullshit of you going back to the ring.

Scorpio finally opens up his beer and has himself a seat as well.

Scorpio: What's it to you?

Ash: Don't be like that. We're family.

Scorpio: Fuck off with that family shit. Apocalypse ring any bells to you? You've fucked me over so many goddamn times, you're lucky I even gave you the chance to speak instead of gutting you like some overgrown pig. I'm going to fight, and that's that. I don't need your fuckin' approval.

With the last sentence, Ash lets out a loud laugh while his brother simple stares at him unamused.

Ash: Oh I needed a good laugh. Anyways I thought you were done with all this, especially after Insanity's new head guy disposed of you so effortlessly.

Scorpio: I haven't forgotten. He's next on my list.

Ash pounds back the remaining beer and signals Scorpio for another, prompting him to flip him off.

Scorpio: Get it yourself.

Ash gets up and grabs himself a beer out of the refrigerator and tosses Scorpio another as well. Ash open his beer takes a drink and walks over to his brother.

Ash: So, am I on this list?

Scorpio: I've already dealt with you. Besides, you and I will keep doing this dance, so it's not even my concern.

Ash: So who's on this list? You know you're getting old big bro.

Scorpio: I'm well aware of that. The list is very small. That chief and Omega.

Ash sits back down and gives his brother a quizzical look.

Ash: I've been meaning to ask you. What's with Omega? He ain't anything special. Hell, you even fired him when you were in charged.

Scorpio: There's something about him.

Ash: Yeah, a stench of failure. Bro, from what I hear, the guy can't even get a contract. Why even bother. I wouldn't.

Scorpio: I know you wouldn't, you can't look pass your own nose. No he's got something, he's got the ability to be better than he is. He just needs help getting it out.

Ash: Help?

Scorpio: Well, my kind of help.

With that statement said, the wall animosity between the two brothers slowly begin to break down as both brothers share a hearty chuckle.

Ash: It's going to be painful...

Scorpio: Yeah... it is.

Ash: Still though, you got to start thinking about yourself. You've done this charity case thing before when you were mentoring that tag team at that other place. That didn't bode well for you either. And this church thing as well.

Scorpio: Yeah, I know. I don't have much time left, and I think this guy has something. He's got a lot of traits I can respect, he just needs a push.

His brother sighs.

Scorpio: Don't worry. It's one and only chance. He either becomes the man I believe he could be... or...

Ash: Or... we don't see him again?

Scorpio smiles.

Scorpio: Not quite so literal, but after the ppv, he won't be seen as the same man, no matter which way that match turns out.

Ash: He better win.

Scorpio: Yeah... he definitely doesn't want to lose this one for a couple reasons.

Ash: Which are?

Scorpio: Watch, the match and find out. I'm keeping this one close to the chest.

Ash: Fair enough.

Both brothers finish off their respecting beers. Scorpio gets up and makes the beer run this turn. Scorpio tosses his brother a fresh beer, which Ash quickly catches and opens. Scorpio opens his beer and takes a drink himself.

Scorpio: So brother. Instead of me continuing to narcissisticly ramble on about my shit, what's going on with you?

Ash: About time, well...

The two brothers continue to socialize as the bounds of animosity deteriorate more and more as the day goes by.


After a brief moment of static, the image turns completely dark. No sounds, no faint images, just pure blackness. A few seconds pass when the sound of tapping fingers breaks the silence.


With that said, the sounds of snapping fingers is heard, and instantly after, a spotlight shines down breaking the darkness and illuminating a large throne like chair made of human skulls and bones. Sitting in this throne, is man wearing a large black and blue leather trench coat, tapping his fingers on the arm rest of the throne. As the man looks up at the camera with his icy cold eyes and his maniacal smile, we can clearly see that it is Eric Scorpio. Which most of you have already figured out by this point.



Without breaking his stare at the camera, still sitting in his throne, Scorpio points up in the air towards the spotlight.


Scorpio reaches in his coat and pulls out a large rolled up brown envelop and rests it on top of the human skull of his left armrest.



Scorpio gets off the bone throne and offers the envelop towards the camera.



Scorpio smiles maniacally, and places the envelop back inside of his trench coat.


Scorpio reaches into his trench coat and pulls out a set of matches. He shows it to the camera and lights the entire pack showing the small dancing flame at the top.


Scorpio flicks the lit pack of matches behind him onto the bone throne, causing to burst into a large smoldering fire partially blinding the camera with it's bright light.


Despite the bright blinding light blinding the camera, the faint image of Scorpio's face is barely visible as he begins to laugh maniacally before sudden the image fades to a single dot in the middle of the screen and disappears...

Insanity presents LPW Epic; Eric Scorpio vs. Ash Strife - Unsanctioned Match

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[COLOR="Teal"]With one final knock against the top of the coffin, his arm goes down, his eyes begin to shut and he sinks into the bottom of the coffin as he fades into unconsciousness. Only the faint erratic breaths remain as the precious air begins to run out, leaving Eric Scorpio lying down, immobile and out cold, resembling a freshly displayed corpse. [/COLOR]


[COLOR="SandyBrown"]Sitting at the concrete front steps is a young boy with tears rolling down his cheek. His eyes are red, and the sounds of crying coming from his mouth. A small broken lunch pail lies on the ground with the name Ash written on it in black magic marker. The little boys gets back up and tries to open the front door again, but it remains locked. As the little Ash sits back down, an older boy with a brush cut walks towards the teary boy. The little boy looks up and wipes away the tears as fast as he can.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Red"]Ash[/COLOR]: Leave me alone Eric.

[COLOR="Teal"]Eric[/COLOR]: Yeah... I see we are crying again.

[COLOR="Red"]Ash[/COLOR]: Leave me ALONE!!!

[COLOR="Teal"]Eric[/COLOR]: Big baby, get out of the way so I can unlock the door. Besides, where's your bike?

[COLOR="Red"]Ash[/COLOR]: I don't know.

[COLOR="SandyBrown"]Eric only fainting interest, unlocks the door and opens the door. As he peeks in and see his drunk father passed out on the floor, he simply shakes his head and shuts the door back up preventing his younger brother to walk in.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Red"]Ash[/COLOR]: Get out of my way. I want to go to my room.

[COLOR="SandyBrown"]Eric turns his look towards his younger brother and takes a deep breath. [/COLOR]

[COLOR="Teal"]Eric[/COLOR]: You know, if Dad sees that you lost your bike again, he's going to take it out on you and Mom again.

[COLOR="Red"]Ash[/COLOR]: I didn't lose it.

[COLOR="Teal"]Eric[/COLOR]: Well... I don't see it.

[COLOR="Red"]Ash[/COLOR]: …

[COLOR="SandyBrown"]His brother remains silent. Eric scans his brother's face and sees a large dark bruise on the side of Ash's face. As Eric goes to reach Ash's head, Ash turns away in shame.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Teal"]Eric[/COLOR]: Who did this to you?

[COLOR="Red"]Ash[/COLOR]: Why do you care? You've never cared before.

[COLOR="Teal"]Eric[/COLOR]: Let me guess, they have your bike as well?

[COLOR="Red"]Ash[/COLOR]: …

[COLOR="Teal"]Eric[/COLOR]: You're fuckin useless.

[COLOR="Red"]Ash[/COLOR]: Hey, Mom said no swearing!!!

[COLOR="Teal"]Eric[/COLOR]: Grow up will you. Mom's not home from work yet, and your not going in that house without your bike. Let's go get your bike.

[COLOR="Red"]Ash[/COLOR]: No, I don't want to.

[COLOR="Teal"]Eric[/COLOR]: Listen, if you don't get your bike, Dad's going to beat you.

[COLOR="Red"]Ash[/COLOR]: And if I go get my bike, they're going to beat me.

[COLOR="Teal"]Eric[/COLOR]: Did you even try?

[COLOR="Red"]Ash[/COLOR]: Try what?

[COLOR="Teal"]Eric[/COLOR]: You didn't just hand them the bike did you?

[COLOR="Red"]Ash[/COLOR]: Yeah, they said they were going to beat me...

[COLOR="Teal"]Eric[/COLOR]: And?

[COLOR="Red"]Ash[/COLOR]: …they beat me.

[COLOR="SandyBrown"]Eric shakes his head. He grabs his younger brothers arm and begins to drag him away. [/COLOR]

[COLOR="Teal"]Eric[/COLOR]: We're going to get your bike back and make sure they never do this to you again.

[COLOR="Red"]Ash[/COLOR]: Okay!

[COLOR="SandyBrown"]No longer crying, Ash exciting leads his older brother towards the house of the bullies. Hearing some laughter, the Strife Brothers walk towards the back of the house and see three kids slightly older than Ash simply destroying Ash's precious bike. Ash's excitement sours as Eric begins to talk to him.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Teal"]Eric[/COLOR]: Humm, seems Dad's really gonna let you have it now.

[COLOR="Red"]Ash[/COLOR]: I hate those guys so much.

[COLOR="Teal"]Eric[/COLOR]: Then do something about it. Teach them a lesson.

[COLOR="Red"]Ash[/COLOR]: Bu... but I thought you were going to help me?

[COLOR="Teal"]Eric[/COLOR]: I am, by making sure you don't do a half ass job. You are going to go there and get your broken bike back.

[COLOR="Red"]Ash[/COLOR]: But they're going to hurt me, there's too many of them.

[COLOR="Teal"]Eric[/COLOR]: GO!!!

[COLOR="SandyBrown"]Eric shoves his younger brother into the bullies back yard. Before Ash can turn around, the three bullies spot him and begin shoving him around. Ash looks back towards Eric, but his older brother remains out of the sight of the three brothers. Ash takes a swing, but trips over his own feet and falls to the ground. The other three quickly jump him and begin beating and trying to make him eat grass and dirt. Away from the fight, Eric gets more and more furious as he watches his brother get beat, however unknown is what his anger stems from; the fact three kids are beating up his little brother, or that his brother was too weak to take them on. [/COLOR]

[COLOR="Teal"]Eric[/COLOR]: Hummrr, fuck this.

[COLOR="SandyBrown"]A sadistic look washes over Eric's face as he grabs hold of a steel shovel leaning on a fence. As the three bullies continue their assault, Eric walks up from behind them and strikes one of the kids in the small of the back sending him hard on the ground crying in pain. The other two kids turn around only for one to be on the receiving end of shovel to the face and the other with a swift kick to the nuts. All three are on the ground in tears. Eric looks at his balling brother and yanks him back up to his feet. [/COLOR]

[COLOR="Teal"]Eric[/COLOR]: Which one? WHICH ONE STOLE YOUR BIKE?

[COLOR="SandyBrown"]Ash quickly points at one kid. Eric grabs the other two kids and tosses them out of the backyard as they rush home crying. As the last bully tries to run into his house, Eric trips him up with the shovel sending him crashing to the ground knocking out one of his teeth. Eric walks over to the kid and plants his foot on his back immobilizing him. [/COLOR]

[COLOR="Teal"]Eric[/COLOR]: Time to earn your respect. Here he is, go and get it.

[COLOR="Red"]Ash[/COLOR]: I don't want to.

[COLOR="SandyBrown"]Eric glares back at his younger brother, causing Ash to take a step back. [/COLOR]

[COLOR="Teal"]Eric[/COLOR]: Look at your bike, its garbage now, and when Dad sees this, you know what's going to happen. So no matter what you do, Dad's going to beat you because of the actions of this punk kid.

[COLOR="SandyBrown"]Ash hesitantly stands back glances over his bike and the bully. Eric remains fixed on on his young brother.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Red"]Ash[/COLOR]: What do I do?

[COLOR="Teal"]Eric[/COLOR]: Do what Dad does to you. Might as well put some of that teaching to good use.

[COLOR="SandyBrown"]Ash thinks it over and lays a quick kick to the bully's abdomen, then steps back. Eric rolls his eyes at his brother. Ash again kick the bully, pauses and then punches the bully behind the head. Ash stares at his hands, closes up his fist again and begins wailing on the bully. The bully tries to get away, but Ash tackles him back to the ground and continues his assault. Meanwhile, Eric simply stands back with a large grin on his face. After a minute, Eric hears a vehicle pull up into the kids driveway.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Teal"]Eric[/COLOR]: Okay enough. Ash... ENOUGH let's go.

[COLOR="SandyBrown"]Ash continues to swing away ignoring his brothers words as the bully simply stops moving with each punch thrown by the young brother. Eric shouts at his brother again, but Ash continues to ignore him. Eric fed up as hears the doors of the vehicle slams shut, he lunges forward, grabs his younger brother from behind and pulls him off the bully. Ash continues to swing in mid air, leaving the bully a bloody mess on the ground. Both Strife brothers run away before they can be spotted by the bully's parents.

As both brothers walk home, Ash stares at his bloody and bruised hands. [/COLOR]

[COLOR="Red"]Ash[/COLOR]: Why did you stop me?

[COLOR="Teal"]Eric[/COLOR]: Listen, I'm glad you got that out of you, but there is a time when you have to realize when to fight and when to walk away. I helped you out there bro, but I'm not always going to be there, so if you can't stand up for yourself, your going to be eating dirty again. How did that grass taste?

[COLOR="Red"]Ash[/COLOR]: Not funny, it was gross.

[COLOR="Teal"]Eric[/COLOR]: Then don't be the one on the ground again.

[COLOR="SandyBrown"]As they get home, Ash begins opens the door, Eric simply stands back. [/COLOR]

[COLOR="Red"]Ash[/COLOR]: You're not coming in?

[COLOR="Teal"]Eric[/COLOR]: No... see brother. You may feel good now, but Dad's surely gotten a call by now, and well, think of this as punishment for not finishing this mess with the bully ages ago. I'm actually glad you did something about it, but hopefully this will be a reminder. Sorry Ash. You're on your own. Don't fight back, just let it happen, it'll be easier on you.

[COLOR="Red"]Ash[/COLOR]: ...kay... Thanks.

[COLOR="SandyBrown"]Eric nods to his brother as Ash walks into the house. Standing outside Eric hears his Dad yelling at his younger brother and begins to clench his fist as a loud noticeable scuffle can be heard from inside. Eric takes a deep breath and walks away.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Teal"]Eric[/COLOR]: Don't worry little brother... I'll take care of you from now on.


[COLOR="Teal"]In the shadows, the figures dressed in black wait, as the watch one man standing in front of a freshly buried grave site. The large monstrous figure spikes the shovel in the fresh soil mount and spits on the grave before walking away, without looking back. The figures wait in silence, as the taillights of the vehicles disappears from sight. [/COLOR]

[COLOR="SeaGreen"][/COLOR]: Okay, he's gone.

[COLOR="Teal"]The 3 figures walk out of the darkness and walk towards the freshly dug grave site. The skinner figure, with a large duffel bag in hand, unzips the bag and hands one of the other two burlier men a shovel and points to the grave.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Magenta"]Skinny Figure[/COLOR]: Quick, he won't have much air in there to begin with and he desperately needs medical attention. Now hurry!!

[COLOR="brown"]Disciple[/COLOR]: Yes Mistress.

[COLOR="Teal"]Both burly figures begin digging up the grave as quickly as possible as the Mistress stands back and watches her disciples at work. After a a lengthy amount of time, and the Mistress furiously tapping her foot, one of the figures strikes the metallic top of the coffin. Both men redouble their efforts to dig up and expose the coffins lid as the Mistress pulls out from the duffel bag a crowbar.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: Okay let's hurry, we've taken way too long here.

[COLOR="Teal"][COLOR="Teal"]The Mistress hands one of the men the crowbar and he cracks the coffin's seal. He flips the coffin lid open and lying in it is the body of Eric Scorpio. All three stand in silent as Scorpio remains motionless, questioning in their minds if they simply took too much time to get to him. One of the men checks on Scorpio. [/COLOR][/COLOR]

[COLOR="SeaGreen"]Disciple 1[/COLOR]: Mistress, he's not breathing.

[COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: Check for a pulse.

[COLOR="Teal"]One of the disciples quickly checks for a pulse on Scorpio's neck and nods in approval to the Mistress. The Mistress quickly pulls out a small oxygen tank from the duffel bag and begin performing CPR on Scorpio. After a minute, small faints of life emanates from Scorpio as he begins to breath on his own. The two men carefully pull Scorpio out of his own coffin and rest him on the ground a few feet away on a large blanket. The Mistress kneels down beside Scorpio and rests his head on her lap. To her delight, one of Scorpio's eyes slightly opens as he breaths erratically.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: We almost lost you. Try not to move. You're safe.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: [COLOR="Wheat"](barely audible)[/COLOR] Where's my brother?

[COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: Don't worry, he's long gone. Take it easy, this isn't the time for you to worry about him. You, need to recover.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: Don't tell me what I need. Listen, I need you to do something for me.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio whispers the instruction before closing back his eyes and resting. The Mistress nods and waves the two disciples towards her. [/COLOR]

[COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: Alright boys a couple more things before we go. Bring the truck over here, and then it's time to dig up the other two coffins.

[COLOR="brown"]Disciple 2[/COLOR]: Seriously?

[COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: Yes, and please refer to me as Mistress next time.

[COLOR="Brown"]Disciple 2[/COLOR]: Yes Mistress.

[COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: So... GO!!!

[COLOR="Teal"]Both disciples take off and begins digging up the Strife Brothers' parents. The Mistress turns her attention back to Scorpio and begins wiping the dirt from his face. [/COLOR]

[COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: We really should take you to a hospital.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: Yes... just let's do this thing first. After that, bring me, I don't feel right at all.

[COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: We should take you now, this other stuff can wait.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: Don't argue with me. Just please do as I ask. If he thinks losing me is nothing, my dear brother is going to lose his parents as well. Only us two will know where their remains will be. I'm going to slowly pull the threads of his past away from him.

[COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: Very well.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio again closes his eyes. The Mistress carefully places Scorpio's head back on the blanket and goes to keep and eye on the disciples, urging them to hurry for Scorpio's sake. Scorpio simply remains lying down as he calmly remains still.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="SandyBrown"]Within moments, a large metallic bang can be heard. Scorpio reopens his eyes, only to see one of the disciples fall down to his knees. As he searches around, a monstrous figure reaches the other disciple. As he slowly begins to shout out, his body goes limp as he is tossed like a sack of potato in Scorpio's former grave. Sweat begins to gather on Scorpio's forehead as he is unable to move to help. Suddenly the Mistress runs towards Scorpio.

Mistress: Stay away from him. Just stay away.

The Mistress drapes her body over Scorpio's to protect him from the monstrous beast. As the Mistress looks at Scorpio in the face, her eyes suddenly widen as a small stream of blood begins to pour out from her mouth. Just as she tries to speak, she's is pulled off and tossed aside. Unable to move, Scorpio simply stares up, as the monstrous figure comes into full view and drives his foot right into Scorpio's abdomen.

CAK: Hello, Brother. Aren't you supposed to be dead right now?

Unable to speak, Scorpio begins to sweat more and more as his brother grabs hold of a steel shovel. CAK examines the shovel and a large evil smile wipes over his face.

CAK: It's my fault. I expected you to do the brotherly thing when I buried you by dying. Yet, here you are, surviving like a cockroach.  I guess, I can't really depend on you to do the right thing, so I'll just squash you right here and now.

CAK brings the shovel above his head, smiles and drives to the shovel towards Scorpio's face. As the shovel inches closer and closer to Scorpio's face, his eyes begin to widen more and more as fear begins to grip the ailing man...[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Teal"]A small shakes wakes Scorpio up, and again he looks around confused for a few moments before settling back down as the Mistress tries to comfort him. Scorpio sees the tail lights of the pick up truck and watches as the two disciples load up both old and dirty coffins in the box of the pickup truck. Scorpio turns his attention back to the Mistress.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: Anyone else know about this?

[COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: No why?

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: I want to keep my recovery a secret. I don't want anyone to know I'm alive, especially my dear old brother. Let him believe he succeeded. Let him believe.

[COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: As you wish.

[COLOR="Teal"]Both disciples approach their Mistress and Scorpio.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: One more thing, did my brother leave anything behind?

[COLOR="SeaGreen"]Disciple 1[/COLOR]: Yes, a steel shovel was still planted on your own grave mount.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: Grab it and toss it in the back of the pick up.

[COLOR="Brown"]Disciple 2[/COLOR]: Mistress?

[COLOR="Teal"]The Mistress stands up and gives them a stern look.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: DO IT!

[COLOR="Teal"]The disciples quickly search for the steel shovel, as the Mistress turns her attention back to the ailing Scorpio.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: Anything else? You need medical attention like now.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: Yeah... one last thing.

[COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: Oh?

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: Those two.

[COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: Really? It's taken me awhile to find to mildly adept people...

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio simply unemotionally stares at the Mistress. After a moment, she drops her head.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: Fine. Boys! One last thing, can you search the two grave sites. Scorpio has informed me of two lock boxes that were buried directly below his parents coffins.

[COLOR="Teal"]The two disciple give their Mistress a puzzled look. [/COLOR]

[COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: Don't worry, they should only an inch or two below where the coffin was. You'll find it in seconds.

[COLOR="Brown"]Disciple 2[/COLOR]: Very well Mistress.

[COLOR="Teal"]Both men jump in each respective open graves. After a few seconds of digging, a loud bang can be heard, followed by a second one. The Mistress stares at the disciples as they collapse in the open graves. The Mistress takes another look, and sees no movement from either men, as blood pools from their respective bodies. The Mistress holsters the gun in her hands back inside her cloak and walks towards Scorpio.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: You could have waited till they brought me inside the truck.

[COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: Whatever. Let's get out here.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio nods as the Mistress pulls Scorpio up to his feet and wraps his arm around his. Though she struggles, both manage to slowly walk towards the truck and sitting Scorpio in the passenger seat of the truck. The Mistress takes one last look at her now deceased disciples and begins to cover them up with a few feet of dirt as sun sets into the darkness of the night. [/COLOR]


[/B][/I]

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio breaks into a maniacal laugh as the live camera feed cuts to black.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: So that was interesting.

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: To say the least.

[COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: Think he'll be pissed about our relocation of the grave sites?

[COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: No idea really. If anything... I've been keeping a bigger secret from him longer than he's been alive.

[COLOR="Teal"]The Mistress simply gives out a cute chuckle, as both leave the room. [/COLOR]