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Pioneer Wrestling Association :: PWA-ON-DEMAND :: Archives :: Rampage July 18th :: Nightmare & Jason Jones vs. Chamelion & Sean Connr Author Topic: Nightmare & Jason Jones vs. Chamelion & Sean Connr (Read 127 times) Chamelion Administrator PWA Owner member is offline Your AWESOME PWA World Champion! Joined: May 2006 Gender: Male Posts: 2,314 Location: Earth Nightmare & Jason Jones vs. Chamelion & Sean Connr « Thread Started on Jul 11, 2008, 9:22pm » United Forces Tournament Round One Nightmare & Jason Jones vs. Chamelion & Sean O'Connor (Normal RP Rules Apply) Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged Owner Sandra to Wilkie: Come on, Alex. We're wrestlers, not basement virgins. Bean Rookie member is offline PWA Jobber and proud of it! Joined: Apr 2008 Gender: Male Posts: 184 Location: Adel, Ga Re: Nightmare & Jason Jones vs. Chamelion & Sean C « Reply #1 on Jul 14, 2008, 1:57pm » [begin taping] The scene opens up with Sean sitting in a locker room. The walls around the area in view are lined with lockers ranging in size from floor to mid-level lockers to small individual lockers just large enough to hold workout clothes. Sean is sitting on the bench in front of the largest lockers with a white towel hanging around his neck, green athletic shorts and black Nike shoes complete the outfit. Sean's forearms are on his knees and his hands are clasped in front of him. He begins to speak before lifting his head to meet the camera. "I know you're there, I heard you come in." He takes a deep breath and raises his head to meet the camera. "It seems that we are going to unite together with friends or foes in this tournament... the first ever United Forces Tournament. That is fine with me, whether I am to team with a friend or a foe has never bothered me in the past, brother or enemy has never really mattered; a victory in the end is what ultimately counts regardless. Chamelion has been chosen to be my ta team partner in this unique event... I honestly cannot think of a better ally to have, a better partner, other than one's own brother, I don't think there can be found." Sean pulls the towl from around his neck; walking over to a cooler he picks out a citrus flavored AMP Energy drink and pops the top. He walks back over and sits down on the wooden bench in front of the lockers. "Chamelion, unlike Jason Jones and Jonathon Wehali, has years of experience. Chamelion has numerous championships in wrestling and has fought through thick and thin times to be where he is at; even though his mediocre TV title doesn't show his true greatness... one cannot deny his true talent. Wehali and Jones, one must tell you that you face much adversity in your upcoming match against the Most Devious SOB in the business today and the master of the Bush Mills Splash. I was like alot of others in the PWA locker room, we were not wanting to be subjected to the United Forces Tournament because we may have gotten paired with the likes of someone like a Hank Serbia, an announcer, Lou the hotdog vendor, or even Bobbie the retarded janitor; but that is not the case for Chamelion and myself, two great wrestlers teamed up to take on bracket after bracket of greatness. Destined for the top, the promise unreleased, the potential realized and when the final bell rings of the final bracket in which Chamelion and Sean O'Connor are standing over the defeated and totally useless opponents, we will be victorious... we will be the team... the only two to have defeated opponent after opponent in bracket after bracket to stand together in victory at the top of that mountain, the mountain of uncertainity. You know, like I said about not being a fan, it is a great oppurtunity to create new teams, make new friends along the way; however it is also an oppurtunity to show who can truly shine and possibly create some big rivalries among superstars. People didn't want to look at this tournament as a possible fued starter, but it will, watch and listen to my words, fueds will be started, friendships ended... it will happen." Sean takes a drink from his can after that tirade of words, the emmotion was evident in the way he kept getting louder and louder towards the end. "Jason you overlooked Seamus and myself's ability at A Fairwell To Arms, that shit bit you in the end. You didn't show up to train, cut promos, workout or to even prepare in any sense of the word. Overconfidence is the word you are looking for you retarded piece of stinking ape shit, overconfidence. Speed, agility, and cunning are the true sources, the true backbones of winning; you and Wehali have.... cowardess, some talent, and... and... well... that is about it. On the other side of the perverbial coin Chamelion and myself have cunning, talent, speed, agility, deviousness, along with many other attributes; go ahead and not even show up. Jonathan, Jason can give you advice on how to not show up... he and his long time friend James Reilly are professionals in that regard." Sean takes another swallow of AMP before sitting the can down on the bench. "Although Jason, I am surprised that you are still here in the PWA, you lost a match and you didn't quit... kudos to you, maybe you are growing some nuts to go along with that penis looking face of yours. On to you Nightmare, you have the talent in the group... former champion and over all a great wrestler... well actually a good wrestler... ok actually a Friday Night Chaos reject, but anyways... you are the obvious veteran of the team and it falls on your shoulders to lead your team to victory. Don't accept the responsibility, well if you and Jason win, it will be because you helped his sorry ass to victory; however, if you fail... it will because you both suck harder than a vacuum on high power." Sean wipes his face with the towel and groans while the towel is covering his face. "Nightmare, the name does not do you justice, you aren't scary, you aren't intimidating, you aren't anything but a f**ked up toilet scrubbing, trashbag cleaning reject from Los Angeles, California who thinks he can actual wrestle... pathetic." Sean stands up and grabbing his towel and drink heads for the door and his workout. Upon reaching the door, and opening it slightly he turns back to the camera. "Jason, Jonathon save us a headache, stomach ache, and overall pain by not showing up for a promo. Chamelion has more important things to do, I am sure and I just plain don't want to hear your stupid shit. Because Jonathan, I've heard your promos before and man... they stink more than a 60 year old whore's p**sy. I'm sure you are going to come back with blah blah this, blah blah that... let me tell you something you puss infected sore on a prostitute's c**t, you aint' shit, you ain't got shit, and most of all, you and your promos and you smell like shit. One last thing then I'll let you go to ponder how in the f**king hell you are going to come back against a promo of this magnitude... Can you two tell us what it is like to know that you aren't going to advance out of the first round, how does it feel to know that you have no chance, how does it feel to know that you suck worse that a combination of Scotty Snow and Hank Serbia? How does it feel you two f**kers? Don't tell me you don't know, because you do know and if you don't know.... you will know!" With that Sean walks out of the door and the scene's transmission is gone. [end taping] Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged The BEAN! Chamelion Administrator PWA Owner member is offline Your AWESOME PWA World Champion! Joined: May 2006 Gender: Male Posts: 2,314 Location: Earth Re: Nightmare & Jason Jones vs. Chamelion & Sean C « Reply #2 on Jul 14, 2008, 7:57pm » The scene fades in on an exterior shot of a small hospital, before it moves inside and down the hallways. It’s relatively busy, with nurses and doctors moving about and patients in rooms either getting looked over or sleeping. As we turn a corner, we find Chamelion walking down the hallway, holding onto a piece of paper. He has his arm wrapped up and a bandage on his forehead but he seems to be in a jovial mood. “Promises are sometimes hard to keep, other times simply impossible. Wilkie made some promises, so did I, but in the end only one of us could carry it out. Some wonder why I went to the extremes that I did to take Wilkie down and the answer is simple; he would have done it to me first if he could. But as I said before, you don’t piss off a Sommers and expect to get away with it. I certainly do not like it when someone decides to take it to a personal level with me, for my family should never have to bare the burden of my wars, but when it happens; I make sure they pay for their indiscretions.” He pushes through a set of double doors and appears to now be in the Pediatrics area. He stops to examine the paperwork and then looks up, taking account of his surroundings. He grins, his mind on his plan and continues. “So, now that’s over, and it’s time to finally move on from the fiasco of the Fire/Sandra/Chamelion/Wilkie soap opera and into this United Forces Tournament. Random teams thrown together and against other random teams in an effort to challenge for the PWA Tag-Team Championships! I’m going to be honest here, I want the titles, yes, but more importantly, I want a chance to advance and face some of the best and biggest names here in the PWA in an unusual way.” Resting his back against the wall, Chamelion begins unwrapping his arm bandages. “First, a shout to my tag team partner, Sean O’Connor, one half of the O’Connor boys. Rookies in this business, they have shocked us all by upending the Razordolls during their Title run and showing everyone that you can’t rest on your laurels at any time in this business. Lisa and Dahlia took them for granted, and paid for it. I’m lucky then, because not only will I show respect to my partner, but he’s on my side and will indeed give our opponents Nightmare and Jason Jones a run for their money.” Tossing the wrapping into a trash bin, he flexes his arm, feeling it tense under his ministrations and he knows its going to be a long week of working out in his gym, but it doesn’t stop him from taking care of the ‘Now’ business. “Who is Jason Jones, anyway? I’ve looked, and looked, and I guess he’s a part of America’s Most Hated? Why are they hated? Maybe cause they don’t show up when they’re supposed too? In fact, it was the O’Connors that deal AMH their first loss here, so this is sort of a rematch. I like that. I’m in a match with a man with success over half our opponent’s team! Nice!” Next he carefully undoes his head bandage, and the wrapping follow shortly into the same bin. He has a smaller bandage over the actual scar, and that one remains tender to the touch. Ah well, he thinks, you bleed for victory some days. “The other opponent is Nightmare. Nightmare, with an IC title reign, an excellent PWA record and all and all a superiorly tough opponent to many here in this company. I know Nightmare has teetered on the edge of being good, evil, selfish and selfless. In fact, there are weeks I think he plays both sides of the field at the same time… I don’t know. See, I’ve never really crossed paths with Nightmare before… not this one… two other Nightmares, however, I have…. And really, what’s in a name?” He grins wickedly. “No, no poetry, I promise. The one Nightmare I dealt with in the past stood at 8 feet tall and was a true monster. Jonathon Wehali uses it as a moniker, like I do with Chamelion, but he’s no more a scary dream then I am a color changing lizard. Doesn’t mean he doesn’t carry himself well in the ring, and exude a scary image though.” A shrug follows that comment. “Still, I’m not here just to list his accolades and the man he is, I’m here to talk about why it is that Sean and I plan to advance in this U.F. Tournament.” As he does, Chamelion resumes walking down the hallway. “Jason Jones; The best way I can think of getting my point across to you about how you’re on the losing end of this deal, and subsequently insult you is by giving you as much time as I think it’s necessary to discuss why you’re going to los….” Chamelion cuts off the last word and jumps to his team’s other opponent. “Hey Johnny, how ya doing man!? I see you and Ai Mei, the lady I fired months ago for her inability to carry out her weight of duties as the commissioner managed to put on a heck of a show at A Farewell to Arms! Congratulations! Must really be a thorn to finally put together a workable team just to get split up for this contest, eh? I sympathize, I do. Imagine if you two had kept it together for this? Those promises to become Tag team champions could have maybe been fulfilled. Then again, you did decide to hook up with a girl who seems to walk through her matches as if she’s half asleep. I remember sending her to get copies down the hall and she’d be against the wall napping. Too much work, being the Commish, I think, and I really didn’t work my staff THAT hard!” Shaking his head, Chamelion grins slyly. “I’m sorry, I got off track. I do that sometimes cause I tend to speak from the heart and not the head… but it’s a working formula, isn’t it? Johnny, Friday is going to be our first real meeting against each other in that ring. This is the first chance we get to cut promos back and forth and try to out do each other verbally. We get to cut some insults, out wit each other, and entertain the PWA audience all at the same time. So, before I begin, allow me a moment to ready myself in a way that will please all our listeners!” Moving to the left of the screen, we follow Chamelion as he brings into view a large tank of helium. He inflates one of many balloons sitting on a table next to the tank and then sucks in the air for a moment. Holding the end, he begins speaking in a high, squeaky, demented like voice. “When I killed your brother, I sounded JUST LIKE THIS!!!!!” Chamelion chuckles. “I couldn’t help myself, I remember that line anytime I play with these balloons. So, how do I sound? Seems people get a kick out of my voice anyway so why not have a little fun with it?” Another inhale. What Chamelion won’t do to entertain the listeners! “Don’t get me wrong, Johnny, I take our match very very seriously, but standing here why not have a little fun, eh? The fact is, as I said, this is out first meeting and I gotta wonder which Nightmare it is I’m going to contend with inside that squared circle? Will I get a warrior, or a backstabber? Can I trust you to wrestle or am I in for the fight of my life? Course, I’m sure you’re asking yourself the same questions about me…and frankly, I’m making no promises up front, save one: I promise you I am going to give you a fight unlike anything you’ve ever seen before… there’s gold on the line, and maybe the only time the PWA is going to allow the chance of one man holding two belts, and I so would love to make some history here in the PWA! Sure, I’ve done my fair share in the past, but after nine years, I can still headline a PWA event and put on a major show! I like that about me!” Letting go of the balloon, it sails away making a hissing sound and he watches it land near the wall. A quick cough to clear his throat. “Friday is just a few days away, and at the moment I can say with sincerity, may the best team win…. And I know you and Jason will have the same desire to be that team on Friday as Sean and I do… so, let’s leave it at that for now, shall we? I’ll await to hear back from you, see which direction you decide to take this little shindig and then counter you at every turn I can. Let the world see the first meeting between Nightmare and Chamelion, and let them awe at the spectacle we put on! GOT IT!?” With a wink, Chamelion shuffles to the center of the hallway and strolls away while whistling softly to himself. End Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged Owner Sandra to Wilkie: Come on, Alex. We're wrestlers, not basement virgins. Nightmare Star member is offline Joined: Feb 2008 Posts: 273 Re: Nightmare & Jason Jones vs. Chamelion & Sean C « Reply #3 on Jul 15, 2008, 9:22pm » You're a Natural... Natural-Born Loser (Music-Free) You walk through two large smoked-glass doors into the office of the S&V Enterprise's Chief Executive Officer, Jonathon Wehali. Mahogany black leather furniture, brass and chrome, you have been here before. You look across the familiar setting, spotting the "Nightmare" Jonathon Wehali. His dress code for the day is business casual comprised of a black silk shirt and matching slacks. He has foregone the tie today, leaving his collar unbuttoned. As he stands and crosses the room, you spy the focus of his attention. A large plasma replays events from A Farewell to Arms and Rampage. His expression is studious, a grin flitting briefly across his features, as he watches the footage. Noticing you standing there he nods in greeting, flashing a charming and charismatic smile to you as he turns off the tv. "Once again I do exactly as I said I would. Victory was gained and the era of dominance continues." "I did not do this alone, however. No, my tag partner, Wild Chylde, proved that when she is on her game she is among the best in the industry. Like you said, Mark, she can really space out and slack off at times. I don't blame you for firing her with the lackadaisacal attitude she had as commissioner. However, I've found that when she finds the proper leadership and guidance she can truly excel." A grin so confident it should be patented. "Such as every time she's my tag team partner. AFTA proved that. CWA and OPW proved that." "However, she is not in this match. She will not be a factor. No, I've been teamed with some derelict loser named Jason Jones." "So, Jason, you're one-half of America's Most Hated? Sounds like wishful thinking to me. You wish you mattered. You wish you were relevant. You wish people paid enough attention to you, cared enough about you, to hate you. The truth is you're nothing and no one. If there's one thing I hate is apathetic workers like you dragging down the company, the industry, and the sport I love." "I'll be more than glad to lead our team to victory. Hell, if I could become tag team champions with a jerkoff named Warwolf I can do so with anyone." "However, I warn you now. If you fail to hold up your end of this match... if I have to carry you... I am not only going to drop you where you stand, I am going to remove you from this tournament and this company by my own hand." His tone is casual, but the ice in his gaze cuts to the bone. "Now, back to someone who does matter and is relevant." "Congratulations on your TV Title and your victory over Alex Wilkie, Mark. I am in agreement with you regarding people who try to involve our families in this business. There is no mercy for them. In fact you were far more merciful than I would have been. After all that's happened over the years I've learned you have to strike down such people to the point where they will never dare rise up against you again." "Fortunately you and I don't have such problems. In fact, we've only faced one another once in the ring, and that was back in HiC. That was quite a few years ago. I know I'm not the same man I was back then, how about you? Either way the outcome of that match is no longer relevant. Just like my tag match last week the final result is of no consequence." Jon frowns in disapproval. "You're right in that it sucks to have my team broken up for this tournament. What makes it worse is that I was promised a tag title shot if my team was able to prove itself at the pay-per-view. We did. We won. Cleanly and clearly. And our shot was taken away from us. Instead I get paired with the son of sasquatch. Yes, this tournament is a real slap in the face, so if Daemon is serious about wanting to be my manager she knows what she needs to do." "I do look forward to stepping in the ring against you, however, Chamelion. You're one of only two men to be a PWA Grand Slam Champion. That's something I really respect. It means you're one of the best this company has ever had step through its doors. That's why a victory over you will truly mean something." A nod of confirmation. "Don't worry about 'which Nightmare am I facing', though. I'm always the same man. Some people claim I'm complex. I see it as being true to myself and being realistic. The world isn't based on black and white but on shades of gray. Sometimes the ends justify the means, while other times the opposite is true. I've never been a backstabber, however. I fight face-to-face. Treat me with honor and respect, and I will do so in return. Dishonor me and I will annihilate you." "So, which direction will I take this match? Against you, Chamelion, I will put on the damn best wrestling clinic ever witnessed, excelling even the likes of legends such as Tommy Riley. This will be one of the toughest, most gruelling fight the PWA has ever witnessed." "Against your tag partner, Sean O'Connor, it will be a different matter." Jonathon's lips curl in a slight sneer of disgust. "I really must commend the equal opportunity act observation here in the PWA. Where else would I get to wrestle an almost-functional mongoloid?" "Sean, I have one question for you, just how retarded are you? I mean, it's obvious that you are retarded, but how much of your blatant ignorance and stupidity is due to being born that way and how much is due to your chronic drunken stupor? God knows you must have killed a couple million brain cells during your life." "Honestly, you come out here acting like you don't know who the Hell I am. I was the PWA Intercontinental Champion mere weeks after stepping foot in this company, being the first man to hand our current World Champion his first loss in singles competition. You praise your partner for having years of experience in professional wrestling then pretend like I'm the rookie instead of you." "Excuse me, but exactly what have you done with your career that matters?" He waits for an answer. Nothing. "All you have done is prove that even a natural-born loser can get lucky when their opponents fail to take them seriously. I won't be making that mistake. I never take any of my matches lightly. I go in there to win and win is exactly what I do." "What is it you do? Other than spout gibberish?" "'Destined for the top, the promise unreleased, the potential realized...' blah blah blah. Pull your head out of your ass, kid. It's fine to dream, but there comes a time when you need to wake up and make it reality or just continue to sit on your barstool and dream your life away. So far all you've proven is you have the biggest mouth in this company and have nothing with which to back it up." "No, I'm not the one who has to prove himself here. I already have." "Who are you? What have you done?" "No one and nothing." He chuckles softly. The laughter is at your expense. "I'm a Friday Night Chaos reject? How often have you been in the main event on Rampage? The PWA would close before it ever got that desperate. The Irish may love the color green, Sean, but try not to project your jealousy onto others." "Not only am I mainstay in the main event, I'm nearly undefeated in singles competition. My tag team is undefeated. Can you say the same for yourself? Can you say you have held championship gold here? I can." "Until you've actually surpassed me don't presume you can talk down to me, punk." Not once does he raise his voice, yet the fury in his voice cannot be mistaken. "You should knock off the insults anyway until you've learned to do it properly. You sound like a sixth-grader on the playground when his parents aren't watching. You're pathetic. You're laughable. You're a joke just waiting to be turned into a tragedy. This is not a playground. We do not play games here. All you're going to do is get yourself hurt and hurt bad." "And I'll be more than glad to be the man who does it." "No, what you should do is shut your damn cake hole, and open your eyes and ears. For once in your miserable pathetic excuse of a life do some damn work. Research your opponents so you don't publicly humiliate yourself by your absolute ignorance. Learn that training is more than doing biceps curls to get your beer bottle from the bar to your pushed-in face. Most of all, think before opening your damn mouth. Maybe then you won't be such a fucking laughing stock." "But who am I to speak to someone who so obviously has it all together? Someone as impressive and intimidating as Sean O'Connor?" The sarcasm practically drips from the air. "Someone who is simply better than you, that's who." "You asked me, 'Can you two tell us what it is like to know that you aren't going to advance out of the first round, how does it feel to know that you have no chance, how does it feel to know that you suck worse that a combination of Scotty Snow and Hank Serbia?' My answer to you is simple." "It feels like being Sean O'Connor." "Despite all your bravado and self-delusion, you're not going to win, Sean. You're not a winner. You're not even the enhancement talent you try to pain me to be. No, then, at least, you would serve a purpose." "All you are... is just another victim." Jon walks to the double door, opening the left one as he turns out the light. The light from the hallway limns his silhouette as he turns back to you. "I want you two to remember one thing: victory is reserved for those who are willing to pay the price." "How much are you willing to pay?" With that he exits the room, letting the door swing closed to leave you in the dark. « Last Edit: Jul 16, 2008, 11:12am by Chamelion » Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged Bean Rookie member is offline PWA Jobber and proud of it! Joined: Apr 2008 Gender: Male Posts: 184 Location: Adel, Ga Re: Nightmare & Jason Jones vs. Chamelion & Sean C « Reply #4 on Jul 17, 2008, 6:47am » The Rookie's Mistake [begin taping] The scene is a familiar one to Sean O'Connor; the air is reddilent with the cigarette smoke of many cigarettes, a dirty cigarette scarred bartop, the usual bar setting. Sean is sitting on a bar stool, a Marlboro clenched in between his first 2 fingers of his right hand, the smoke curling up towards the ceiling, a half-full glass of whiskey in front of him. Sean is squinting trying to prevent the smoke from stinging his eyes, he is staring at himself in the mirror behind the bar. The bartender keeps taking looks at Sean sitting there. Sean lifts the Marlboro to his lips and takes a drag from the nearly finished smoke; he smashes the butt out in the ashtray at his whiskey glass. The sound of his phone alerting that he has received a text message; he lifts the phone and notices that Chamelion has sent him a text. "Call me ASAP!-- Cham" Sean flips the phone open and dials Chamelion's phone number; we only hear Sean's side of the conversation. "Yeah, well he sort of said the same thing. How was I supposed to know he was ancient... excuse me been around for such a long time as a wrestler. For God's sake man, I'm new to this business, I'm learning to research opponents. Yeah, I told you when I first signed on that I am only used to fighting bare knuckles not to cutting promos and such. Man, I'll definitely do better, like I've said, I'm still learning, but unlike Jason Jones, I'll carry my weight in our matches. So, he has done all that, damn, I really did treat him like a new guy I didn't realize he had ran his own company for awhile, held so many damn titles. Shit Cham, yeah... alright, see you then. Later." With the end of the conversation, Sean flips the phone's face down and terminates the call. He lights up another Marlboro and puffs on the butt lazily, as if he is thinking of something really important. "Jack, can yer ars c'mere for a moment?" Jack, the bar tender walks over carrying a bleached white towel that he has been using to wipe down the bar and the beer mugs. Jack: "What'll it be fer ya, Sean?" Sean: "I'll have a mug of Amberbock Jack, and someone to talk to if yer ars don't mind." Jack walks and gets a mug of Amberbock from the tap filling the mug to 3/4 full. He walks back over and places the mug in front of Sean. Jack: "Sean me boy, yer always know ye can talk to me." Sean: "Well, yeah, but this time is sort of different." Sean begins to stare back into the mirror over Jack's shoulder. "Jack, in your time you've made many mistakes; in my time I've made many mistakes. One thing is for certain in this world, no matter how many mistakes one makes, the only end to any mistake making is when one dies. No one person on this old dirt wad called Earth is perfect, no one ever will be. You see Jack..." Sean pauses to take a puff from his Marlboro and Jack is seen nodding along in agreement with "Jack, I've messed up with my most recent promo against Nightmare, I considered him a rookie and treated him like one. Little did I know he was such a well respected veteran in wrestling. I made the mistake of not researching him thoroughly at all. I didn't know, I had no idea; yeah I f**ked up, my mistake. Well, I went back and did some research on him and my partner for this United Forces Tournament told me some things." Jack: "Seamus isn't yer partner Sean?" "No, in this tourny people are paired with random partners to encourage cooperation among the talent in PWA. My partner is the former owner of the PWA, Chamelion, he is the current TV champ." Jack: "Wow, so tell me about this here team yer afacin'" "Well, until recently I thought it was a nameless rookie named Jason Jones; we beat him and his partner James something or another last week. Anyways... I thought it was him and this guy Nightmare, although I had no idea he was as well respected and well-known as he is. I mean, I had seen some of his PWA matches, well the ones that he had while I was here anyways, but as far as he previous accomplishments they weren't in the PWA, so I didn't think they mattered. Boy Jack, I thought wrong, they do matter. I mean this team is pretty well even, on the other team is a veteran in Nightmare and his virgin partner Jason Jones and on the other side of the ring we have the veteran and current TV champ Chamelion with his partner, the slightly more match werey me. I guess the track record and stats go with us winning, but Nightmare has been a champion multiple times giving up titles when he won a more respectable title, in Hall of Fames after Hall of Fames, the places would fold up shop and he would move on to win in another fed; damn Jack, what am I supposed to do with someone of that talent, hell I am just slightly more veteranized than Jason Jonesy over there." Jack: "Well Sean, first things first, give it your best man. You've admitted your mistake, now go out there and take care of your mistake, take on that Nightmare fella, if he beats you, if you gave it your best shot, then you have nothing to be ashamed of. If you didn't give it your all, then you should be ashamed. This Chamelion fella sounds like he is the real deal, maybe you should take on that other guy... what in the...." "Jason Jones." Jack: "Yeah, that twas it, take on that Jason guy, then your match will be as even as it can get. You've beaten this Jason feller before and Nightmare and Chamelion and Jonathon haven't ever faced each other one on one, so let them do it. Get involved if yer have to to save the match, but let the veterans go at it until you are tagged in. Sean... I'm telling you this from experience, sit back and watch, learn, and absorb as much wisdom and wrestling prowless from the two in the ring as you can." "But Jack, I want to fight, I want to get in there and duke it out." Jack: "That is your problem son, you want to fight, this is not fighting in Ireland, this is wrestling in America. Son, you don't know much about wrestling, so learn. Now, I'll give it ter yer Irish ars, you can fight with the best of 'em, but as far as wrestling somebody, you couldn't hang with that one armed retarded janitor you keep talking about." Sean lookes stunned at these words from his bartender, the shock is evident on his face. Jack: "If yer aain't gonner smoke that Marlboro, put it in the ashtray before yer scar up my counter worse than it tis." "Damn Jack, man that was harsh." Jack: "Sean, can't yer see the scars already on me counter?" "No Jack, the words about my wrestling." Jack: "Oh yer, well you asked for advise and I gave it ter yer. Haven't yer ever heard, if you don't want the answer don't ask the question. I give it to anyone who asks straight, yer no different me boy." Sean eyes Jack, then smiles knowingly, before taking the last puff of his Marlboro. He stubs out the cig in the ashtray and looks back at Jack. "Jack, thanks for the advise. Yeah, I asked and didn't want to hear the truth, but needed to hear the truth. I always know that you'll give it to me straight as an arrow, and my friend thanks for that." Sean stands up and walks through the smokey air to the front door; he turns back at the sound of Jack's voice. Jack: Sean, give 'em hell Friday Night, give 'em hell boy." Sean walks out the door into the night air; the vehicles on the road are honking and driving past in a frenzy to hurry up and go nowhere. Sean walks down the cobbled sidewalk and stops in front of a window displaying Boston Red Sox memorabilia. (Sean talking to himself) "Ya know something Nightmare, you have won many titles, but you have also lost those titles. Whether you gave them up willingly, or lost them in a match; the fact remains, you no longer have them. No, I can't say OCB is undefeated, I can't say we are better than your tag team. One thing I can say though is this, we have the most unrealized potential. When we get the talent close to what you and the other veterans hae, we will be a force to be reckoned with. I can't say I would like to go undefeated; losing can be fun, it goes with the territory. Losing is much like the scratches and dents on an old farm truck, it adds character, it adds integrity, it tears someone down to build them right back up. Yeah, OCB has lost their fair share of matches, big deal, OCB has also won their fair share of matches." Sean looks up and notices the fearlessness in his countenance and the look of determination on his face; he grins to himself. "Jason and Nightmare, it is time for me to learn how to wrestle, what better person to learn from than my partner Chamelion? Can you two name anyone better, I truly think not. I have apologized for my mistake, no more. Nightmare as far as shutting my mouth, I will never shut my flapping mouth until someone can shut it for me... frankly, you nor your partner have the balls in your pants to shut it for me. Nightmare and Jason Jones, your time is up, and Chamelion and myself are the clockstoppers." Sean steps down off the curb, getting into his black Mazda Miata. Putting the key into the ignition and depressing the clutch, he cranks the car. He releases the parking brake before he speaks again. "Nightmare, something that I am sure you have learned over the many years you have wrestled in all of your various organizations. Each day is a new day, each match is a new match; each new day brings about a new match and anyone... I repeat anyone, can be beaten on any given day. You say you won't take me lightly that you don't take any match lightly... booly for you, congrats, guess that is what has gotten you as far as you've gotten in this business. One last thing Nightmare is this, I'm ready to cut my teeth in this business, I'm ready to earn my stripes so to speak; what better person to earn the stripes and cut my teeth on than a proven veteran. The only proven veteran in the match beside you is Chamelion... since he is my partner in the match... that only leaves.... guess who... you. So come Friday Night Rampage, the team of O'Connor and Chamelion will advance in the tournament and you will be left there beating the bloody hell out of ole Jason Jonesy because he let you down; the same way he lets down all of his partners. Enjoy the next couple of days, enjoy the hopes that you might win the tournament, enjoy that illusion, because Rampage, your illusion, will be our reality." [end taping] Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged The BEAN! Chamelion Administrator PWA Owner member is offline Your AWESOME PWA World Champion! Joined: May 2006 Gender: Male Posts: 2,314 Location: Earth Re: Nightmare & Jason Jones vs. Chamelion & Sean C « Reply #5 on Jul 17, 2008, 7:34pm » We open up in a somewhat familiar place, though it has not been used in a very long time. It’s the stage where Chamelion would sometimes come to address his opponents. An empty stage with a pitch black back drop and in the middle a single stool. Walking out from the left side of the frame, Chamelion walks to the stool, carrying in his right hand what appears to be a gun. He sits down comfortably and lays the gun across his lap. “Greetings PWA fans. It’s time for another edition of the “State of The Chamelion Address”. Occasionally I do these to catch up on some stuff that otherwise I neglect when I’m focused on a certain task, like tomorrow’s match against Jason Jones and Jonathon Wehali, also known in this community as Nightmare.” He lifts the gun up so all can see it clearly. “I’m sure you get the reference. Anyway, where do I begin? Fact is, most everything has been covered during the period of time I had to deal with Alex Wilkie, both with Fire, Sandra and so on… but concerning the current mish-mash of drama going on with the hospital and the unknown assailant who forced me into being more of an asshole then I usually am, I can tell you all this: they’d better run, and they’d better hide.. because what I did to Wilkie is nothing compared to what’s in store for them.” He lays the gun back on his lap. “However, my focus needs to be on Nightmare and Jones. Jones, sadly, seems to be too intent on the match to perform his obligatory duties for the media, which can be an added burden on Nightmare. I sympathize, because I’ve had it happen to me. But it’s a potential plus for Sean and I, to have a slight advantage at least on the debate end.” A soft smile follows. “The problem I face here, however, is how to verbally debate an opponent that agrees with me!? I don’t think that’s fair, John, really, because isn’t the partial idea of these events to outwit each other? What good is respect, when it placates us and prevents us from showcasing the best of our talents both in and out of the ring!? My fault for being Mr. Nice Guy, but there are so few respectable talents in this place anymore that it is a pleasant surprise to get a response that isn’t filled with insults and dog shit.” “Course, it is a do unto others sort of things, isn’t it? I was nice, pleasant and so were you… until you got to my partner. Yeah, he made a few errors, not understanding who you were… but he is new, isn’t he, yet you had an opening and you took it.. spending god knows how long lambasting him… giving you the advantage in the debate game. Lucky you? What do I get, a mute not even a fraction as entertaining as Grifter, or nearly as talented. So what does that leave me, eh? To change my tune against you? To make up stuff or act the asshole just to stir up shit? Sorry, I can’t do it. Sorry to Sean if I go into this match with the intentions of a fair, honorable contest, just to get an idea of what kind of competition you are.” “What I will say is this: I’m in this thing to win it, to continue to rile the feathers of those who feel I should be sitting behind a desk twiddling my fingers. I may have started the PWA, but right at the moment I have full rights to rise in these ranks and take some of the glory for myself. You’ve been I.C champion, defeating McNasty and I so approve, but I’ve held my fair share of titles too… now, yeah, some think the TV title is a mediocre title… but for the most part it requires weekly defenses, not monthly.. and as I’ve said on PWA radio, three successful defenses in three weeks, with less time to prepare for an opponent then an entire month at a time, bellies that of any major title. I’m not discrediting your abilities, just saying that at this particular moment… I’m right up there with you… and tomorrow is a chance to move forward and add another exciting tournament win to my career.” “However, I gotta ask you this: If our last encounter is so ill relevant, does that mean I won?” He grins. “Just asking." Smile fades, seriousness resumes. “And on top of that, how are you not the same man you were back then, and yet always the same man? That one confuses me. I’m sure you knew what you were saying, but it came out all garbled and backwards. Either you are the same man from back then, in which case I’ll take what I do remember to use to my advantage, or you’re not the same man, in which case; what changed?” “And I knew very well you’re a different Nightmare then those I’ve faced before.. one wasn’t very good and the other was a downright pain in the ass…. Luckily I don’t have either of those issues to deal with concerning you.. which will make this contest much more exciting!” “Just one final word of caution, kiddo. I know Sean wasn’t exactly up to par concerning you, but I will back him up in the ring and watch out for him. He has to help me make it to the finals and all… so, we can put on a clinic, showcase our talents and give the fans something to awe at…. But go over board with Sean.. and you get the Most Devious SOB in the business today, breathing down your neck. GOT IT?” Raising the gun to the screen, Chamelion pulls the trigger, and the scene fades to drops of water dripping down the screen. End Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged Owner Sandra to Wilkie: Come on, Alex. We're wrestlers, not basement virgins. Nightmare Star member is offline Joined: Feb 2008 Posts: 273 Re: Nightmare & Jason Jones vs. Chamelion & Sean C « Reply #6 on Jul 17, 2008, 10:52pm » ooc: since Bean has trouble accessing i-frame sites I'm going to just post my promo here. Best of luck, guys. Morning light filters in through the large windows of the Uematsu School of Martial Arts. Here we see a few students performing exercises focused on gaining and maintaining the strength, flexibility, and cardio-vascular conditioning through the low-impact study of tai ch'i ch'uan. We hear soothing Oriental music playing quietly to set the tempo of the workout. Upon panning around we see that the instructor is a solidly-built mocha-skinned latino wearing a red-and-black patterned leotard. She has her silky black hair cut shoulder-length to stay out of her eyes. As she glides through the kata, she calls out the moves. Instructor: "Brush knee, twist step" She moves to the right, her students following her directions. Instructor: "Needle to the Bottom of the Sea" "Fan through Back" "Turn and strike with fist" Striking the air with her fist, she repeats it four times. Her recovering students mimic her movements, almost in unison. Instructor: "Embrace Tiger, Return to Mountain" "Grasp Sparrow's Tail" The group changes direction, now going to the left. Instructor: "Single Whip to Side" "Parting the Wild Horse's Mane" As she sweeps to the right, we pan around the room and notice "Nightmare" Jonathon Wehali watching from the back of the room. Judging by his black-belted gi and studiously appraising glance he is <i>her</i> sensei. Instructor: "Step Up to Seven Stars" "Retreat to Ride Tiger" "Turn around and Sweep Lotus with one leg" "Draw Bow to Shoot Tiger " With a nod of approval Jonathon walks out of the room, heading to his dojo office. It is a far simpler affair than what he maintains at S&V Enterprises. His preference for mahogany still shows. The most notable decoration in this area is his wall of 'trophies': championship belts, trophy cups, and hall of fame plaques. "As we near time for Rampage I want to address Sean O'Connor first." "Sean, you had little to say to me this time, but most of what you did say was far more accurate and respectful. Good. That shows that you can learn, which is vital for survival, let alone success, in this industry." "However, you still managed to make one mistake. You incorrectly stated that I lost all the titles I've held during the course of my career. The truth is that I have lost only one title defense during my entire career in this industry. See, I have a nasty habit of holding onto a title practically forever. Before Matthew Engel, it took a company closing to end my title reign, closures that were far more due to management flaking out than it did my being a poor champion, for my mere presence in a company was a sure-fire boost to buyrates and ticket sales." "So what makes me think I can win? How about a two-year winning streak? Even Jeffrey Drake never had that kind of run. How about the fact that over a nine-year wrestling career my losses still number in the single digits?" "You have to realize something. Even though the Marcus Collins Rule is valid, that anyone can beat anyone else on any given night, that possibility is not the same as probability, nor is probability the same as certainty. Just because people may be able to do something doesn't mean it will ever happen. Potential is nothing unless it is realized." Jon flashes a grin of confidence so pure it's 24-karat. "I am not just potential; I am reality." He chuckles a bit. "And part of that reality is that I am very much human. Although I'm nearly infallible in the ring now, that doesn't mean I haven't made mistakes in the past. Such as my first in-ring encounter with Chamelion four years ago. I was a bit more... impulsive... back then. I allowed my temper to get the better of me at times. It cost me during that match. In my desire to hurt Mark I caused myself to become disqualified." "In short, Chamelion won. Not because he earned it, even if it was a hard-fought match, but because I handed the win to him." "That won't happen again." A shake of the head decries that possibility. "I have learned to master my anger rather than allow my anger to master me. No, in many many ways I am not the same man I was back then. I tried to change and become a better man after becoming a father... after killing my brother... after losing my son." "My body wasn't the only thing broken by what transpired, my heart and spirit were as well. Some would say my mind and soul were shattered by those events. But those times have long since passed." "As you can see, I am quite sound of body. I was never as dominant back then as I am now." "No, I am no longer shattered in any manner. I am whole. I am healed. I am improved. I learned who I am and who I wish to be. They were not the same in the past. They are now. There is no man, in or out of this industry, who is as focused as I am." "That is why I am not the same man as I was then, Mark, and why that victory is not relevant. I will not hand you a win. I will give you a fight. You will not be facing the same person you fought back then. That was me as a boy. This is me as a man." "A man, not a kid, kiddo." Jon smirks with an amused twinkle in his eye. "And a man does not strike down a rookie who's just learning the ropes, so no fear of my taking this match too far, Mark. I'm a professional. That, more than anything else, is why I'm going through with this match even if it is a farce of a tag team match.A farce because I was already promised a shot at the tag titles but now that word's been broken, and a farce because of my own tag team partner, a man who should know how to do his job by now since he has held tag team gold. Of course that was in the BWF. Perhaps Blazenwing didn't care about doing things the right way, the professional way. It would explain why he's bankrupt and his federation closed." He shrugs. Which is as much impact as David Blazenwing will ever make upon the wrestling industry. "As for your views on promotional videos? Outwitting one another is only part of the equation. As devious as you are, you still can't see the entire picture. I can. I do." "The fact that we acknowledge one another as damn tough competitors and difficult opponents while still managing to show respect should show the fans just how intensely <i>athletic</i> this match will be between the two of us. Between Sean and I? A verbal onslaught in anticipation of the physical battle to come between us, as no-holds-barred as possible while remaining a legal bout. Practically something for everyone. It will be no surprise if it isn't the match of the night." "And it will be no surprise if I win it." "It is simply a fate from which... there is no escape." Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged Bean Rookie member is offline PWA Jobber and proud of it! Joined: Apr 2008 Gender: Male Posts: 184 Location: Adel, Ga Re: Nightmare & Jason Jones vs. Chamelion & Sean C « Reply #7 on Jul 18, 2008, 12:43am » *ooc* Nightmare, thanks for putting your promo here so that I could read it. I didn't realize I couldn't view frames until you posted that RP in a frame. Thanks for helping me continue to learn JAWS' limits. Good luck to yourself and your team. Bean Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged The BEAN! Forum Jump--------------------» Home