Post by Anton Chase on Apr 16, 2018 10:25:50 GMT -5
(The scene opens up and were overlooking a bright city at night. we see a stunning view of skyscrapers and a the world famous Ben Big Tower. Were here in London, England. We pan around and we see Anton Chase standing on his hotel balcony, dressed in smart clothes. Black trousers, a black v-neck and a black jacket.)
"This town is special. I have spent many times in jolly old England and many memories have been made. Some good and some bad. But all in all those memories have stuck with me. Another memory I want to stick with me is the memory I'm going to make this week at Lights Out #22."
(Anton flicks his long hair to the side.)
"At Lights Out #22 yours truly gets another shot at the Trench War Championship. Another shot but with a different holder. You see Emery Layton lost to a familiar foe. That familiar foe of mine is Rogan MacLean. Now let me tell you a little story. This little story began in a wrestling company called Warped. And in 2016 a group of unknown guys tried to take over the company a group called The Engine of Chaos lead by our new Trench War Champion. Now back then I had the opportunity to face him in the Warped Total J Cup tournament. A tournament for Junior heavyweights. And as the dust settles I defeated him back then. And I'll beat his ass now."
(Anton holds onto the railing of the balcony)
"Do you remember way back then Rogan? Because I do and I remember every time you and your little crew called the Engine of Chaos got ran out of Warped. You tried to take over then and it failed miserable. Now look at you? It seems that you've made a decent career for yourself. Congratulations. But I bet you wasn't expecting to see me still running this shit."
(Anton smirks)
"Did you think in a million years that I would still be lacing up a pair of boots. I bet not. I bet you thought you wouldn't see a face from back then. Well you will be seeing me soon. Sooner than you can imagine. Very soon you and I will meet for the first time since 2016 and you'll be amazed how damn good I've gotten. I bet your sitting there thinking that I'm just an old man running on his name in the business. I still do this every week because I love this business."
(Anton pauses)
"However Rogan in all honesty you just got lucky. You got lucky because a few weeks beforehand I beat Emery Layton down. I beat her down that out of praying to the heavens above only managed to beat me and retain that Trench War Championship."
(Anton pauses)
"It's funny Rogan you pretty much not only cheated your way to the title but you blinded her with being a surprise opponent. But allow me to tell you something, you can't cheat me. I know every trick in the book and I am going to win. I'm going to get the W and walk out of the Royal Albert Hall the new Trench War championship. And you're Union Battleground debut will be short-lived."
(Still leaning on the railing smiling)
"Rogan while you have disappeared from wrestling I have travelled the world doing what I love. I have been through the grinder of this business and still managed to be on top. I have scars emotionally and I am wearing scars that tell a story. But what else is going to tell a story is when I become the new Trench War Champion. It is going to be a fitting sight to see me with that championship."
(Anton pauses)
"A few weeks ago when I faced Emery Layton for the Trench War Championship I wasn't successful. I beat her down and I through her around like a rag-doll and however she did it she got the win and retained. That is not going to happen again. This time I'm going to be totally dominant. From the second that bell rings Rogan you're going to see why I am still in the wrestling business. Why I still out-perform almost everyone on the card and why I am deserving to be champion."
(Anton pauses)
"Rogan I hope you've made some memories as Trench War champion because no matter what happen that title is coming home with me. That Trench War championship will be over my shoulder and when the dusts settles you've woken up from being knocked out by me you'll realise that the true champion is Anton Chase."
Post by Rogan MacLean on Apr 17, 2018 7:12:37 GMT -5
“Allow me to… tell the tale of what really happened at Warped.”
The voice came from the darkness. Shadows danced in candlelight. Outside the wind whistled and howled, either with approval or disapproval—or perhaps with a warning. He was looking down, his gaze slowly lifting with a smirk on his face.
“Hello Anton. It seems that reality has bent a little as it’s entered your mind. I blame the drugs that Rottentreats more than likely shared with you in Japan."
His smirk widened to a grin.
"You’re right. I did join the Total J Cup tournament in two thousand sixteen. I did start a group called the Engine of Chaos. I did face you in that tournament. You got all of that right.”
Behind him, his shadow watched on against wood planks. It seemed that he was in a wood cabin. The wind outside whistled again. He bent down, returning his attention to what he was staring at before. He picked it up, the sound of metal scraping wood as he did so. He brought into view a trophy. The Total J Cup trophy.
“Let’s talk about the glaring mistakes in your mediocre fairytale. Now—it’s no mystery that I lose touch with reality, but… my god, what realm have you been living in the last two years? My group, the Engine of Chaos, we never stepped foot in Warped. That group stayed in UGWC. And if we would have gone to Warped, we would have controlled Warped."
He paused and considered.
"You know, had Warped not imploded on itself anyway.”
He glared without amusement. His pale green eyes seemed to ignite with the candlelight in the cabin.
“You and I, we met in the Total J Cup tournament. At least I think we did—if we did, you were such a tiny part of that tournament, that I don’t remember much, only that I would have had to have won. I would have had to, because I won this.”
He pushed the trophy forward, the inscription of his name and the ‘2016’ evident on the side.
“I won the whole goddamned tournament, and the only person who gave me any kind of memorable moment, it wasn’t you. It was Bronx Valescence. Your world champ couldn’t even beat Mil Vidas, Jr, another UGWC guy. The Warped Total J Cup tournament was overrun by outsiders. And you couldn’t do a damn thing about it, except spectate from the back, while you put on less than inspiring performances. Bronxy and I probably put on the best damn match your little company ever witnessed. And then after that…”
He focused his attention down at another object. This time he did seem amused. He reached down and pulled a championship belt into view—but it wasn’t the Trench War Championship. It was the Warped Junior Heavyweight Championship.
“After that, I won this. I defeated Johnny Raike, one of the best junior heavyweights in the world in two thousand sixteen. Something you could never convince the most ignorant fan of the sport for yourself. Then. Or now. I was the last reigning Junior Heavyweight Champ. What was that show that Warped tried to do this year, and crown a new champ? Oh, that’s right. It was called ‘Flop’ because that’s exactly what it did. It flopped. It didn’t even air. It didn’t even happen. Because without Rogan MacLean on the card, no one gave a flyin’ fook about it.”
He tossed the championship to the ground, and shoved the trophy aside.
“Now… according to you, I’ve disappeared from the business ever since. Also false. I’ve been busy, in a company that you couldn’t step out of the dark matches in, winning championships. Since I changed the scene in Warped, I’ve been quite busy. Tell me Anton, have you won any world championships lately? Because I have…”
He smiled and gave a wink.
“But, as my advocate has mentioned, nobody here, gives a fook about what I’ve done outside of here. So what have I done here? In the short time I’ve been here, I have been a silent assassin. I have made statements and demands just by actions alone. I protected Emery Layton’s title reign, and then… I broke it.”
He made a gesture as though he were breaking a bone with his hands.
“You see… as far as you know, I’m a mercenary. I am here on business, and only business. I’m not here to make friends. I arrived, I had a mission set in front of me, I completed that mission. And then, at Lights Out twenty-one…”
Now he held up the Trench War Championship, gazing at it with admiration.
“It was time to pay the piper. And you… you somehow think, in that tiny, delusional mind of yours… that you’re going to take this from me?”
He shook his head, denying the very thought that it could happen.
“Nah, lad. Union Battleground deserves a worthy Trench War Champion. Emery Layton? A worthy champion. Rogan MacLean? A worthy champion. Anton Chase? A liar… a fraud… you couldn’t represent Warped when they needed you. You won’t be able to represent Union Battleground now. Let me ask you something, Anton… how will it feel when this outsider comes into the company that you call home, for the second occasion, and shoves you down to the bottom where you belong?”
He smiled, and slung the championship on his shoulder, tapping it with his hand.
“I think now everyone watching knows that you don’t exactly recall who I am… but in England, I’ll be more than happy to remind you.”
He nodded as if that were the period at the end of his proverbial sentence, then shrugged.
“As for Emery, you’ve made it clear on social media that you’ll be looking for a rematch for this.”
He tapped the faceplate of the Trench War Championship.
“As if you need… closure. And closure is what I’ll grant you with. Your days in the Trench War division, they’re over Ms. Layton.”
He said it very casually, holding his hands out in front of him with raised eyebrows.
“And I’ll see to it that you get the closure you’re looking for. With Farson’s help, without his help, you seem to be missing the point. You see… we didn’t get a single ‘Thank you’ for our services in your reign as champion. And, while you were a very good champion, there will always be an asterisk next to your name. And in the fine print, several of your successful defenses came as a result of the very thing you accuse me of: cheating. If you ask me, it’s not cheating. It’s being better at finding opportunities to win than your opponent. And executing them. This war, Emery… this war between you and I… is a war, of the minds. And I’ll be in yours the entire time, making myself at home.”
The conversational tone slowly left his voice as he spoke, and intensity resurfaced. He glanced down once more at his newly won championship—his newly won prize—and smiled, gazing back up, his emerald eyes glowing in the light.
