It was so easy!
[Sitting on a big leather couch, stretched out holding a glass half full of scotch is Craig Servaise.]
Not that I thought it would be difficult or anything but this was perfect! He fell right into my arms!
[The floor is black and the furniture either black or white, it's very cold. The room is full of expensive art work, at least it looks like art, it's either that or something Servaise picked up at a garage sale. There's a bar in the background and a living room set where Servaise is sitting in front of the bar a few feet away.]
Ok, here's how it played out.
[You go back now. Back to three months earlier. Servaise is walking down the street of what looks to be your normal urban center until he comes up to a huge arena and turns towards it.]
I remember I was going to see IE2K1. It was the one pay-per-view where the XCW had merged with the HWF. I was going there to check out the talent from other feds, plus I had never seen XCW wrestlers in action before and I thought it would be interesting.
[Servaise walks around the arena to the back and walks up to a door labelled VIP. Standing in front of the door is a huge bouncer type man who stops Servaise.]
Guard: Where the hell do you think you're going? I need to see some ID.
Servaise: Always with the ID, don't you people recognize me?
[Servaise reaches into suit jacket and pulls out a small laminated piece of paper. He hands it to the guard. The guard looks at it then moves out of the way.]
Servaise: Neanderthal.
[Servaise takes back his small piece of laminated paper from the guard and steps towards the door with the guard giving him cut eye. Servaise steps inside the arena and walks through a series of corridors before finally finding his destination. It's a private box. The door is labelled CCW. Servaise walks in and takes a seat so he can see the action that is about to begin.]
I loved being in charge of the CCW, I could do whatever I wanted and nobody could stop me. I rented that box with CCW money, and Drake thought I was actually scouting for the CCW. HA! He's such a fool! Drake could never see that the CCW was never meant to be. I wasn't there for the CCW, I was there for me!
[Servaise calls over a waitress and takes a glass as she pours some alcohol into it. The first match begins and Servaise watches intently.]
To be truthful with you most of the matches I saw were your regular run of the mill, I hate you therefore I'll kill you kind of matches. Normally I don't have a problem with that but these were just so boring, so predictable...... that is until I saw one of the greatest matches ever created!
[Matches come and matches go, Servaise just sits in his box seat watching everything unfold. Nothing really catching his attention. Finally however Servaise cues into a match, he listens to the ring announcer.]
Announcer: The next match will be a drugs on a pole match!
At the time I wasn't too impressed.
Servaise: *sarcastic* Oh great! Another cheap rip off. This will be very interesting. Let me guess, we're going to have two heroine addicts duke it out for their next hit.
However, I was surprised by this young guy who went by the name of Scythe. I don't understand these newbies today and they're names. I remember this guy named Inferno, what a jackass...... anyways I digress. The match turned out to be a huge hit. (OOC-if you haven't read the match you should, it's pretty funny.) That's when I saw this kid's talent, but I couldn't get a hold of him afterwards, something about being in rehab.
[Back to the present. Servaise is still sitting on the leather couch only he's looking at something in a picture frame. He stares at it intently.]
This is the final card of the CCW. I took one and got it framed, maybe it'll be worth something someday. *sarcastic* Yeah right, and maybe Mike Lawless will actually beat me, HAH! The CCW was my finest moment yet. I mean I ran the CCW, it was my creation. Ok not solely mine, I had to share it with Versano and those two morons Drake and Lawless but I did have most of the control. But when the CCW closed I was a sheep without a flock, I was lost. After a week or so I started to miss the wrestling world so I began to train, to get back to my top physical form. Unfortunately however, a minor mishap happened and I can't wrestle on a regular basis. I eventually had another idea, this one is probably up there with my idea to create the CCW. My idea was to manage the most perfect wrestler in all of the wrestling world. Now I know there are a lot of "Flawless" Mike Lawless' out there and there are dozens of "Beyond Perfection's" but I wanted a truly perfect wrestler. Not a person that would necessarily win every night but a person that would get the job done. I scoured the HWF and XCW rosters but nothing came to mind until I heard someone talking about IE2K1 and that's when I remembered that young kid giving it his all. So I decided to find him and my search led me to a rehab center in East St. Louis.
[Back you go again. This time it's one month earlier. The sound of sirens seem to come from everywhere. A limo pulls up to a huge building complex, it looks like an apartment building but it doesn't have that feeling like someone lives there. Servaise steps out of the limo and mutters instructions to the driver then closes the door as the limo drives away. Servaise takes one breath then quickly covers his nose with his mouth and cringes in disgust.]
Servaise: Holy shit! What's that smell? It's like dog shit on top of cow manure which is on top of fresh compost covering a dead moose! This is the last time I come anywhere near Missouri.
[Servaise lets out a cough then reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a crumpled piece of paper. He unravels it and looks at it and then looks at the number on the building. He puts the piece of paper into his pants pocket then walks up to the building and knocks on a big door. A hollow sound echoes through the inside of the building. Finally somebody comes to the door and opens it. It looks like an orderly.]
Orderly: Can I help you?
Servaise: Yes, uh, I'm looking for someone by the name of.... [Servaise pulls out another piece of paper and reads it to the orderly.] Scott Grail.
Orderly: And who are you?
Servaise: Uh, I'm his big brother. When I heard he was down here I just had to come down and check up on him.
Orderly: Funny, you guys don't look anything alike.
[Servaise starts to yell at the orderly.]
Servaise: Are you questioning me?!? Are you a geneticist? Huh? Who are you to say we're not brothers! Why I outta.....
Orderly: Uh....uh.... okay, you can come in but only for a few minutes. It's their nap time so be quiet.
Servaise: Nap time?
[The orderly opens up the door a bit more and Servaise pushes himself in. The inside looks like a jail. was completely empty and there were bars everywhere.]
Orderly: He's at the end of the hall to your right. Remember be quiet.
[Servaise stomps down the hall completely ignoring the orderly. He walks down to the end of the hall to the room at the right.]
When I first got to the rehab center I was not prepared for what I was about to see, it was absolutely horrifying. I mean it was completely disgusting.
[As Servaise looks inside the room he sees an unshaven man with long scraggy brown hair. He's pretty much lying in his own filth facing away from the door. Servaise steps into the room with a disgusted look on his face.]
Servaise: Sheesh man, you look like crap!
[Scythe slowly turns over and faces Servaise.]
Servaise: The last time I saw you, you at least had a hair cut and you were clean shaven. Now you look like a drugged out hippie.
He didn't say anything, it was really freaky. For the most part he just lied there, motionless. It was like he didn't even care who I was or what I was doing there.
Servaise: Listen you're coming with me....... but how am I going to get you out of here?
It was the greatest idea, I would distract the guard while he snuck out the back. Unfortunately it didn't play out that way. You see the orderly came in a bit too early and I'll admit that I paniced.
Orderly: Okay time's.......
[*Thud* The orderly falls to the floor after getting clocked by a punch from Servaise. Servaise then grabs Scythe and literally drags him out of the room and down the hall. Other orderlies see Servaise dragging Scythe along and come running trying to stop Servaise. Servaise picks up the pace and gets to the exit. He quickly opens the door and pulls Scythe outside. The limo that was waiting comes speeding up to the doorstep. Servaise opens the door and shoves Scythe in and then gets in himself and slams the door as the limo takes off.]
It didn't work out exactly as I planned but I got what I wanted none the less. The next thing was to get this guy cleaned up. I didn't think it was possible but he smelled worse than the air in St. Louis. We went back to my place and I called all the people I needed.
[Back at Servaise's condo one month earlier. There's a flurry of people running around, all centered around Scythe. One person is cutting his hair, another shaving his face, another picking out clothes for him to wear. Scythe just sits in a chair confused not knowing what the hell is going on. Servaise walks in and walks over to Scythe and gets right in his face.]
Servaise: You're going to be my ticket to stardom. You have the potential to be one of the biggest superstars in the HWF. You could be bigger than Lance Sterling....... okay bad analogy. I saw you the last night you wrestled, you showed me that you have what it takes to win you just need my help to get there. I'm going to train you I'll teach you everything you need to know, you'll be my.... protege.
[Hours pass. The group of people finally decide that their finished and Scythe gets up. He's clean shaven and has a new haircut. His short brown hair and his medium lenghth bangs hanging down. He's wearing a nice black suit similar to Servaise's. He looks at himself in a mirror, he admires the hair but jumps back when he sees the suit.]
Servaise: I thought you'd like it. Listen we're going to go to......
[Scythe turns to Servaise with an angry look on his face.]
Scythe: You listen to me. You kidnap me, you take me to this stupid condo and give me a haircut and this stupid suit. Who do you think you are? Did I ask for your help? No I didn't think so.
Servaise: Oh so you do talk. I was starting to wonder if those orderlies had given you so many downers that your speech was affected. I can see that your mad.....
Scythe: Mad? You don't know what the hell I'm thinking right now. You want to know what I'm thinking? I'm thinking I'm going to knock you out and I'm going to go back home.
Servaise: You call that run down piece of crap your home? Listen I'm offering you a chance of a lifetime. Fame, fortune..... babes, it's all there.
Scythe: Is that all you care about? In case you didn't notice I don't really care for all the glamor, as far as I'm concerned you corporate execs know nothing about the real world. You just sit up in your offices and try to think up ways to make our lives better and to put some money in your pockets. I got news for you.... I DON'T NEED YOUR CRAP!
Servaise: You know what, I thought you'd be cool with this. I mean I thought you'd want to rebound after losing eventhough you fought your hardest. I thought you'd want to get back to wrestling, if not for you then for the fans. Don't you miss them?
Scythe: Ah so I see you caught up on your homework.... Your right that is the one thing I miss but....
Servaise: ...but nothing. Listen give me a chance. I'll tell you what train with me for a week and if you don't like it you can leave.
Scythe: ....alright you have one week under one condition.
Servaise: Anything.
Scythe: You get rid of this suit and get me real clothes.
That week was the hardest week of my life. I had to work my ass off to mould him into the perfect soldier. It wasn't easy because he's too independent, he trusts nobody. I wore him down though, slowly so he wouldn't notice, until he was completely dependent on me. Now I can control him, he does whatever I tell him. I give him false hope, I make him think he's going to make it to where he wants.....no, no...... He's going to make it where I want.........