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P©X Championship Tournament: Finals - Chaos v Carter

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P©X Championship Tournament: Finals - Chaos v Carter

All RP for the PRODIGY© Classic Xtreme championship tournament FINALS match between CHAOS and DALLAS CARTER for International Intrigue should be posted in this thread.

This match is a tables, ladders and chairs match.

RP and angles are due Sunday, June 20th, at 11:59pm PST. All angles should be sent to sedmunds@goucher.edu ... enjoy!
 
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Re: Chaos v Reynolds - PCX Title Tournament FINALS -

(A loud mocking laugh can be heard as Chaos steps in front of a NEW backdrop. Barechested yuo can see his midsection heavyily taped and numerous bandage upon his arms as he stides in with a cocky smile upon his face. He points as the camera and again laughs loudly)

Chaos: Dallas Carter...so yuor next? Your the next rookie the NEW is serving up to me? Well your welcome to come and try, Be my guest, but I hope you know what your gettign into. This is what your third career match? Your still fresh from a gym with some trainers pat on your back and you think your ready to step into the ring with...

(he points at his chest)

Chaos: ME!!!!!!!!! Well if so then I suggest you take a good look at the last two folls who felt the same way. Sinner...he's not coming back. One match and I retired him. He's done....He felt the awesome power of a Chaos Bomb and he back shoveling fries and asking what kind of shake you want. Did you watch my last match? Lombardi? Don't you know Dallas...HE was the real F**king Deal. Now where is he? The ref had to stop the match because he was bleeding all over the place.He's nto coming back either.

(He points a fingers towards the camera)

Chaos: and NOW it's your turn. You poor silly bastard....what have you gotten yuorself into? I mean your not even supposed to be here. Reynolds was smart...he ducked out. He saw what I did to my last two opponents and the man headed for the hills. part of me really doesn't blame him...but I hate a coward no matter what the circumstances. I guess the saddest fact is now my attention is firmly placed upon you

(The pointed finger slowls closes into an angry fist)

Chaos: TLC...tables, ladders and chairs. That's the stips fro this match Dallas, but to be quite honest there are no rules. This is a hardcore match to the vey extreme and you'd better be ready. I'm bringing a few surprises and the will literally light your ass up befor ethe night is over. I'm tired...very tired of having one rookie sacrificed to me. Your like ugly virgins and I'm the sacrifical moutain. Well your the last. Come the PPV I'm going to do something...SO EXTREME!!!! That nobody will want to step into the ring with me....EVER again.

(He leans forward and glares into the camera)

Chaos; Your just the next poor victim to fall into Chaos. If I wasn't having such a good time...hell I'd almost feel lke apolgizing fro what I'm about to do. Yet the mere fact ir eally don't care about your well-being prevents it from happening. Again your bad luck. time is ticking Dallas and when that bell rings....if yuo thouhgt what the last to kids went through was painful. well Dallas I'm going to make a man out of you.

(He spits on the ground, laughs loudly and walks away)

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“The Pay Per View isn’t too far away, I’m in the finals now for the PCX title. A title that I never thought I would get the chance to fight for, but I’m here. Where do I go from here? I guess I’ll have to win that title won’t I? The Pay Per View will be awesome… it’ll be cold once again, but none the less it’ll be awesome.”


Dallas Carter spins his chair swivel chair around from his desk towards his bed where his wife is sleeping


“I know I’ve said this before, but its nice to know that this huge house… all of these nice clothes, this beautiful bed… that flat screen tv over there, is all being paid by me now, not by my ruthless father in law who saw nothing of me but another athlete who knocked up his daughter.”


Dallas Carter spins back around and puts his elbows on the desk. He looks down at a sheet with “Chaos” written on the top line. There are a list of bullets with statements next to them


“I’ve been looking through this list trying to figure out some of the weak points of Chaos, some things that I’m going to have to use to my advantage. Right now…”


Dallas Carter takes a deep breath and rests his chin in his hands


“I can’t seem to find a damn thing. I know that I’ll be the huge underdog for this next matchup, hell I shouldn’t even be fighting in it. Rex Reynolds had my number, he truly should be in my place. Chaos, you’re a very cocky individual, and I don’t like it one bit. I must say out of all of the wrestlers in the back, I really cannot stand you. You’re good Chaos… you are a force… you are big and mean… but that doesn’t justify the way you talk. You talk about me as if I’m going to be a cakewalk for you. You think you’ve already got that title in your grasps. What makes you so sure that I’m going to be a cakewalk?”


Dallas takes a pen and crosses out the name “Chaos”


“Chaos… you beat Thomas Lombardi, a guy that made it into the finals, but you forget that I beat him in a battle royal. I outlasted him… I didn’t have the experience he had, but I was smarter and more athletic and it showed. I’m not going to say I’m great, because I know I’m far from that Chaos, but I know I’m better than that. He took you to the limit no matter what you say, Chaos, and I plan to do the same.”


Dallas pushes the paper out of his way. He takes a new piece of paper, a blank piece of paper and writes “Keys to Victory”


“Chaos, what are my keys of victory? Do you care… you want to even hear? Of course not… but I’m going to tell you. What I am going to have to do is I’m going to have to take it to you. You don’t think that I can take you punch for punch… I know you don’t. And I’m glad you don’t, because it’s an advantage to me. I’ll tell you right now, I’m going to go into this match and not try to sidestep you. I’m not going to stay away. I am going to take you head on… I don’t think you can outlast me. I am a better athlete than you and I am just as aggressive. You see, in a wrestling match you would have the advantage but this isn’t a wrestling match. This is a TLC match, which means everything can be used to your advantage. But of course they call you Chaos for a reason… I know I’m going in for a war… but do you?”


Dallas puts the pen down and stretches, he gives out a big yawn


“Chaos, everyone is giving me a puncher’s chance to win this match. I don’t see why the hell everyone sees you as being this great madman. I watched you, you take it to people, but has anyone ever taken it to you? Well let me just say I’ll be the first and I don’t think you’re going to be prepared for it. Your limits will be tested Chaos… are you sure you’re up to the task of taking on this rookie? Remember I have nothing to lose Chaos, you can beat and beat and beat on me I’ll be back… the same as I was because I’m not expected to win. But you, Chaos… what are you going to do if I beat you? How will you walk in the locker room knowing you lost the title that was basically going to be handed to you? What are you going to tell your friends if you have any? These are all the questions you’ll have to answer if you lose… what are the questions I’ll have if I lose? Who do I fight next… that’s it. Chaos if I were you I’d be sure not to build a trophy case for that title just yet… but that’s just me.”


Dallas reaches over to the desk lamp and turns it off causing everything to go pitch black
 

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Asked and answered

(The camera opens at night inside the empty Molson Centre. heavy footsteps echo off blank cement walls and as the camera rolls the sound grows louder...closer. A tall figure emerges standing under the security lights and casting shadows across the arena. The sound of a crisp hundred dollar bill can be heard as Chaos' voice can clearly be heard thanking the arena manager and his footsteps can be heard exiting in the distance. The camera has to adjust as from above the arena light come on. Chaos shades his eyes allowing them to adjust and then a smile crosses his face as he looks straight ahead...at the ring. The smile grows wider and the strides with purpose towards it.

From the floor he places a hand upon the top rope and hops upon the apron. With east he easily steps over the top-rope and now stands center stage. He walks around in small circles testing the footing of the ring, the camera moves in closer as Chaos, still with a big smile upon his face grabs onto the top rope and leans forward towards the camera)

Chaos: Well...well...well. You know I've been doing this for nearly a decade now. I've been in and out of the ring since I was seventeen. I've wrestled ALL over the world. I've wrestled in every kind of match you can think of. Name a stipulation and I've faced it. Yet one thing never changes. Every year...soon as summer starts...here they come. The rookies. Another crop, year...after year...after year. They all say the same thing. They all promise the same great expectations. They all tell me and the boys in the beck just how much better they are then us. Some...some make it. Most...most fail. Yet I still treat the all the same. You want to prove something...

(He points a finger at his chest)

Chaos: To me. To me...Dallas Carter.

(He points a finger at the canvas below his feet)

Chaos: Well your going to have to do it hear in this ring and the only way your going to be able to do that is to simply be better then me.

(He shakes his head in disagreement)

Chaos: And I'm sorry Dallas, but you’re failing so far. After all what have you done to EARN this title shot? Who have you beating? What matches have you won? What separates you from the other rookies I've already beating? That's allot of questions Dallas...you got any of the answers, because I do. I'll give you a second to think.

(He pauses for a moment then snaps his fingers loudly)

Chaos: Times up Dallas and the answers are NOTHING AND NOBODY!!!!!!!!!!!!! You outlasted Lombardi? What you knocked him over the top-rope in some battle royal. Is that your one magic moment? Did you see what I did to him?

(He holds up his fists still fresh with cuts)

Chaos: I dipped my hands IN GLASS and bleed him like a STUCK PIG!!!!!!!!!!! Lamb to slaughter. I didn't outlast him. THEY STOPPED THE MATCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I want you to do me a favor Dallas...a big favor. Sit back down at your desk tonight, but don't take notes. A piece of paper won't give you any answers for me once we're in the ring together. You can't write up a cheat sheet and tuck it under your desk Dallas...this PROS...Not high school. No instead take a good look around you. Look at that big screen, look at your girlfriend, take a walk around that house of yours and enjoy it. Why? Simple because there's comfort there. You feel relaxed....at ease...at home.

(He stomps his foot and points down at the ring)

Chaos: BECAUSE I GUARANTEE....NO I PROMISE its THE LAST COMFORT YOU'LL FEEL BEFORE FACING ME!!!!!!!!!! Don't ask stupid questions. Has anyone ever taken the fight to me? No...No Dallas in nearly nine years nobody has given me a fight. Until you've come along this whole ride of mine was one big cakewalk, but suddenly all that is about to change. Dallas Carter unlike anyone ever before is going to BRING THE FIGHT!!!

(He shakes his head and shrugs his shoulders)

Chaos: Go ahead...you do that Dallas. I WELCOME IT!!!!!!!! I'm seven feet tall, three hundred pounds and am cold and vicious. You DARE ask me if I know I'm going to war. No kid...the thought never occurred to me until you bought it up. Come on...you want me to take you serious? Try and act like you deserve that respect.

(He takes a few steps forward and stares coldly into the camera)

Chaos: Take all the notes you want. Draw up whatever scenario you think will give you an advantage Dallas. But when that bell rings throw it all out the window. Because that's what I'm going to do with the rules. ANYTHING GOES!!!!!!!! Take a good look around your house tonight Dallas, because I guarantee to you this, that comfort you feel there will be the first thought that passes through your mind just before I slam you down for the three count. Then...much like you it will all be washed away, but the feeling of all that pain I will have afflicted on you. Think about that Dallas...hell write it down.

(He smiles, let's loose a loud laugh, turns his head and walks away. As his figure disappears all that can be heard are those heavy footsteps. The arena lights go dark again...)

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Dallas is shown sitting in a chair right in front of a television on a cart. He leans over and hits the stop button on the vcr and pulls the tape out. He sighs and looks down at the tape flipping it every few seconds. He then looks at the wall and throws it smashing it against the wall. The tape splatters in tons of pieces...


"Chaos...just when I thought you couldn't get any worse you come out and say things like that. Not only was it the poorest attempt at intimidation it was the most predictable one yet. Through all of your jabber all I really got out of it, is that you hate rookies. Is it because we're stealing your light Chaos? Are you afraid that you're going to be second tier? Well, hate to tell you this but you already are. The only reason you've been decent in this business is because of your size... its an advantage... you've used it well. But... that's going to be a disadvantage come Sunday. Here's one thing I know for sure, you're going to learn a lot about this rookie when I get into the ring. You're not going to walk through me like you did the other rookies, because the fact of the matter is, I'm not those others. But... I have nothing to prove to you Chaos, your respect means nothing to me. The only person I have anything to prove to is myself. One thing I've learned in this business and frankly in life is history means nothing. I don't care if you've never lost a match ever, all bets are off whenever the bell rings. Even if you are better than me... I still have a punchers chance to win."


Dallas takes a deep breath and looks down at the pieces of the tape. He smiles and nods his head...


"I really don't mind what you say, your words are just that words and I know that your actions are going to be all that matter. What have I done to get into the finals? Well, I've done the same thing that you have done. I got into the tournament by winning a battle royal and then I went through the tournament to the finals... the EXACT same thing you did only I had to go through a battle royal for the spot and you were just given the spot. So I guess your questions weren't very hard to answer there Chaos. You know I'm happy that you beat the hell out of Lombardi... a guy that I've already beaten... that's not one up on me currently that means we're in the same boat. They stopped the match because you made him bleed... good job again he's not me and that's the history. What you need to focus on is the future, what's going to happen in that ring you're standing in. I took notes on you because that's the way I get into my zone, does it really matter to you what I do? I didn't think so. You obviously know NOTHING about me CHaos... I enjoy being out of my comfort zone I've always been out of my comfort zone, its makes me better. I enjoy being at the house... I love the comfort but you can bet your ass that I'm counting down the days until I get into the ring. I'm ready for you CHaos... obviously you're ready for me."


Dallas gets up and walks into the kitchen he takes an Ozarka water bottle out of his cabinet and takes a swig of it. He then leans against the island bar in his kitchen...


"You are one big bastard, Chaos... I'll give you that. But Chaos what kind of big bastard you? Are you Seven Foot three hundred pounds of monster... or are you seven foot three hundred pounds of *****?"


Dallas takes another drink of water...


"I think I'll go with the latter for now. I think you're going to underestimate me Chaos and its going to be your downfall and you're going to be laying at the hospital the next morning regretting all the crap you talked the week before. Its going to be a battle... we're going to beat the hell out of each other for a while... who's going to give in? I will not give up Chaos, they're not going to stop the match... if you beat me you're going to have to pin my shoulders to the mat... since you're so into throwing out guarantees, that's my guarantee CHaos. You keep talking about the pain I'm going to feel... it doesn't scare me Chaos. Chicks dig scars and injuries will heal...but winning and shutting you up lasts forever. Chaos get your wrestling attire on... and prepare to bleed because you will as will I. Prepare Chaos... prepare."


Dallas takes another drink of water and walks out of the view...
 

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Re: Chaos v Reynolds - PCX Title Tournament FINALS -

Dallas Carter's reply...... show yourself!!
 

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To tell the truth...

(The camera opens before a NEW backdrop. On the floor a stack of folding tables reaches around five feet high. Alongside a row of steel chairs is lined up around there must be thirty or forty. Three long ladders are extended high the tallest moving up off camera as the shot pans up first the feet and then the wicked grin of Chaos can be seen staring back. He gives a smiling, sarcastic wave before pushing the camera down with his foot and following the shot. He stands now on the ground, surveys his loot and the smiles grows wider as he extends his arms outward)

Chaos: ALL THIS!!! All this and more they have set aside for us Dallas. Take a good look at all the weapons the fine people at NEW have supplied us. It brings a smile upon my face to know I'll get more then just one chance to power bomb you through a table. Look at them all. It's a thing of beauty. I'm not sure you can appreciate it though. You don't seem very happy Dallas. I saw you smash that tape of me against the wall.

(He mockingly pouts his face and his lower lip trembles)

Chaos: What's the matter Dallas did I say something to upset you? Are you frustrated? Are you angry? Are you pissed-off yet? You know I tend to have that effect on people. It's got nothing to do with any wrestling ability. For me it's just been a natural gift. Been that way all my life. I tend to tick people off, to frustrate them and I'll be damned if you didn't seem that way. You know I didn't try to come out and intimidate you. Hell no...That was the last thing on my mind. You asked me questions Dallas and I gave you the truth...the cold hard truth, but that's something you have a hard time dealing with don't you Dallas? You know what I mean don't you? Should I give you a moment to think about that?

(He leans back fingers stroking his chin as if in deep thought. He then snaps his fingers to grab Dallas' attention)

Chaos: See you keep going back to this Battle Royal. This great and wonderful test you somehow passed. But every time you reference Dallas, you lie to not only me, the fans, but to yourself. You keep telling me you got here but WINNING that Battle Royal, but that's not true it Dallas? You didn't win that match...Reynolds did. Furthermore you didn't win the right to face me for this match...Reynolds did. In fact Dallas...you haven't won a damn thing. I on the other hand actually got in the ring and I know it's not as impressive as throwing a man over the top-rope, but I pinned two...

(He extends two fingers)

Chaos: TWO DALLAS!!! Two men to EARN the right to be in this match. I was given NOTHING that I haven't earned in this business. That's a lesson you either need to learn RIGHT now...or it's one I'll give you when the bell rings. Because I'm ready. I don't need any notes. No childish name calling coming from me Dallas. You want to swear...act the tough guy...PRETEND your not scared. Well you go right ahead. Because I'll be honest Dallas...I am one big bastard...one big bastard and then some. Sadly right now for you...it's just an act of name calling. Your one chance to strike out to me and show some rage. Well good...good boy...you've thrown your tantrum. Yet I want you to take a good look at all the toys I've got behind me for you to play with...

(He raises an eyebrow and smiles slightly)

Chaos: Now are you sure your looking forward to this? You say the only way I'm going to beat you are by pinning your shoulders to the mat. Well that's not a problem for me. It's been a foreign concept for you, as you've built the legend of Dallas Carter by throwing one man over the top-rope and following him out less then ten minutes later, but I think I'm up for the challenge.

(He takes a step forward and the smile fades away)

Chaos: See Dallas I'm not going to stand here and lie to make myself look good. I could spend the next ten minutes listing the things in this business I've done that you could ONLY wish to accomplish. But I'll give you one specific thing that WILL be on my resume. See this match is for the Prodigy Classic Xtreme title. That's a place I actually wrestled. I go back in history with that. I know you don't care...

(He points to his chest)

Chaos: But I do. That's what makes us different. I have passion...I have heart and I have drive. I've been at this for NINE years...you barely have nine weeks. Your just getting started and already you trying to make yourself look better then you are. Well you've been exposed Dallas and you will be again. Because when that bell rings...

(He points to the piles of tables and chairs behind him)

Chaos: I'm going to expose your body to everyone of these. But don't swear...don't threaten...just smile Dallas. Smile, because when we get in that ring. I'm going to make you famous. Forget ending Sinners career, forget bleeding Lombardi...Molson Centre...MONTREAL, QUEBEC, CANADA!!!!!!!!!!! I'm going to BREAK you in the center of the ring. YOU’RE GOING TO BLEED!!!!!!!! YOU’RE GOING TO HURT!!!!!!!! YOU’RE GOING TO HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!

(He smiles and lowers his voice as he peers coldly into the camera)

Chaos: and me....Well I'll be the one who takes you there. No throw that against the wall Son if you don't like the way it sounds

(He laughs out loud, kicks over the tallest ladder and watches it crash atop the tables and chairs. He laughs loudly again and walks off)

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Dallas is shown sitting on a plane... he has a pillow behind his head and has his eyes closed. He opens them and shifts in his seat. He has both seats to himself since he's a decent sized person and the person next to him moved anyway. Dallas continues to move back and forth uneasily. A flight attendant walks by...


"Stewardess... stewardess, excuse me."


The lady stops near Dallas and sighs with her hand on her hip.


"It's flight attendant, what do you need its really late."


Dallas throws his hands up.


"Sorrrrry. I know its really late but I am really really hungry, do you have anything to eat."


The flight attendant looks around and sighs...


"It's almost 2 in the morning."


Dallas smiles.


"I know, trust me I know... but I'm hungry. I've got a lot on my mind, its first class for heaven sakes, I pay for your wage, please can I just have something to eat. I don't care if its those nasty peanuts you give coach... just please GIVE ME SOMETHING."


The flight attendant puts her finger to his mouth.


"Shhhh, sir... I'll get you something just don't wake everyone else up. We've got chocolate cake and..."


Dallas interrupts.


"Cake will be fine maam, thank you."


The flight attendant nods and throws her hair back.


"I'll give it to you in a few minutes, would you like a drink?"


Dallas drums his fingers on his tray table.


"Yeah, bring me a water."


The flight attendant nods and walks off. Dallas's leg begins to bounce.


"Wow, I cannot keep still tonight. Its almost 2 in the morning and I am as awake as ever. I can't stop thinking about this match, I can't stop thinking about the words Chaos has spoken... I just can't stop thinking about what I'm going to do. Chaos... who do you think you are? You're telling me I don't deserve to be here, that Reynolds had the spot. I beat Reynolds, Chaos... I beat him fair and square, I closed the coffin on his head. It was close... he gave me one hell of a fight, but I beat him Chaos. I'm not sure which match you were watching, but the match I saw I believe I won. You know, I enjoyed listening to you talk about the weapons with a huge huge smile on your face. You look like a little kid on Christmas in there Chaos. You are definitely at home in there, I'll give you that...but no matter how much you want to think it, it doesn't scare me.. it doesn't frustrate me... it only makes me more intense. You're talking about me being frustrated... and angry. Well I must admit I was angry, but frustrated... exactly about what Chaos. I don't care what you say out there, they're just words... they're wrong words, but just words none the less. You speak about being a legend in the game... you've been doing this for nine years... that doesn't make you better than me, it only makes you old. In a wrestling match, Chaos that would mean something but in a fight... hell son I've been fighting for years. I fought for a spot on the football team... I fought to rehab after my knee was blown out... I have fought everything. I wasn't born with a silver spoon in my mouth like many think...and I'm working for what I've got now. Angry... yes I am angry but don't think its because you're just a great fuel to the fire... no its because that's how I get into it. I use my anger to fight... and in a wrestling match that might not be the smartest thing, but like we've already established... this isn't a wrestling match."


The flight attendant walks back by with a small plate of cake and water. She hands it to Dallas and he puts it on his tray. The flight attendant takes a fork and a napkin from her apron and hands them to Dallas. She smiles and begins to walk away.


"Thanks."


Dallas takes a bite of the cake... he then opens the bottled water and takes a drink.


"Not bad... not bad. Back to you Chaos... you really think what you did to get here is anything better than what I did? You pinned two people in the ring... TWO... yes we've got that established Chaos... TWO! You know what... those were also two people that weren't talented... were never going to be talented... and that's not me Chaos. YOu seem to have forgot or neglect to mention that I am a natural athlete. I played football in a collegiate level... it was war out there... I'm ready to go back. CHaos... the guys you beat, they have nothing on me, I can promise you that buddy. But whatever I say I know you're going to just forget about because you think I'm just another rookie talking a bunch of noise... guess I can't really blame you. You've got to start somewhere Chaos, and everyone has been a rookie even the great Chaos. You have told me nothing that I don't already know Dallas. You've used the most used lines in the book... you're going to make me famous? You're going to hurt me, you're going to make an example out of me. I've heard it all before... doesn't get any better the more I hear it. Chaos its put up or shut up time now... what you've done before, means nothing to me and shouldn't mean anything to you, unless you're one of those who dwells upon the past because of the fact the future isn't very bright for you. Are you one of those that sits back and thinks about what you could have done to be better... what you should have done to be better. Chaos, I want you to know something personal, I regret nothing. I leave it all on the line with everything I do, whether that be playing football or wrestling you. This match will be no different I will leave it all on the line. You are at home within all of those weapons... I'll leave you lying with those when I'm through. I'm confident... make sure you realize not cocky... that Im going to beat you, simply because Im more athletic than you."


Dallas takes another bite of the cake and drinks another swig of water.


"Chaos, you're full of many comments... basically you're full of yourself. I'm not riding on what I did in the past, in the battle royal, but you seem to be. You keep talking about it and making fun of it. I pointed out that I had done exactly what you had done to get here, even more... and you seem to try and twist it around to make yourself look better. You won't be doing any twisting around in the ring.. you can twist words but you can't twist actions and that's the only speaking that I will believe from you. I've watched your film Chaos, I've studied up and I know you can be beaten. That title is so close to you you can almost smell it, well its just as close to me... as it is to you and Chaos, my nose works just as well as yours does, at the moment. You cracked yourself up when you kicked that ladder down onto those chairs... you won't be laughing when the match starts. When that ladder clanks against those chairs... something will crack, but it won't be your smile. I can hang with you, Chaos... I will hang with you Chaos, everything you throw at me I will catch and throw right back at you... Chaos you sure you're ready? You've been in plenty of battles in the past... but has it ever been quite like this? I guess we won't know until Sunday. This plane is headed towards the same place you're standing and when we meet in there it won't be pretty. We have a lot in common Chaos... we're both stubborn, which one of us will cave? Will either of us cave? This match might go on all night long, I sure hope so. Another question you need to ask yourself is... does your big ass have enough endurance to outlast me? I loved your last few lines Chaos ohhhh no you ended Sinners career... did Sinner even have a career? You made Lombardi bleed... is that such a big deal? Oh but you're going to break me... wait not only that you're going to make me bleed... I knew that... you will bleed too... you're going to make me hurt...I don't mind a little pain oh and here's the clincher you're going to send me to hell... no son we're going to be IN hell. I suggest after our match you take some time off heal your bruised body and your bruised ego and learn some new lines to say because the ones you've spoke to me are outdated and thus ineffective. I'd say good luck Chaos... but I don't think it'll be about luck."


Dallas continues to eat his food as the plane continues toward Chaos.
 

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Lessons unlearned, a story unknowingly told

(Its mere hours now before International Intrigue. the backstage at the Molson Centre is a beehive of activity. The tech crew rushes to be ready fro broadcast as NEW crew make final preparations for the live audience. The camera pans down the back corridor its cold cement walls not being very forgiving. Upon a wooden door a small sign reads Chaos. The camera man knocks, but no answer. He knocks again and the door flies open with the tall figure of Chaos staring back.)

Chaos: Yeah...

Camera Man: Just a few hours before Showtime. Got any last words...need them no so I can edit them in for Showtime.

(Chaos pauses and smiles)

Chaos: Last words Huh? Oh...I got last words fro Dallas Carter. Hell I might just have his Last Rites too...

(The camera man gives an uneasy laugh, but stops as Chaos gives him a very serious stare down)

Chaos: You'll be the only person laughing later on tonight...well besides me. Now let's do this.

(Chaos unfolds a steel chair and sits down staring into the camera. He leans back a cold and cocky smile slowly spreads across his face. He winks and clears his throat)

Chaos: Well the time is here Dallas. What?...put up or shut-up time as you so brilliantly put it. You see Dallas you dismiss the verbal sparing between us. You say words are just that words...and they are. However that shows your inexperience. You don't realize it yet, but you give away things when you speak. Sometimes you can just hear the doubt in a man' voice. Other times you’re looking for evidence. Just a shred of evidence that he can back up what he's saying. I've been doing that every time I sit back and listen to you speak. While I sit hear...coldly in calmly thinking things through...well you’re a little young and eager... You tend to spout off in the face of truth. True, your right about the outcome for that Reynolds match. Yet...I said be truthful Dallas...little Rexie pretty much shut the lid on himself. Above anything you might have done...in the ring with me Dallas...

(He stares forward)

Chaos: I'LL GIVE YOU NOTHING!!!!!!!!!!! Because as you speak you make grave accusations Dallas. I say I speak the truth, but you’re a hypocrite Dallas. You tell me my words are outdated and ineffective...cliché might be what you’re really looking for. But yet Dallas...when you last spoke to me...you spouted every rookie cliché I have ever heard as to why I'm going down. I'm old...oh yes Dallas...at the advanced age of Twenty-Six I'm really getting up there. DON'T YOU LISTEN? I was seventeen when I started this. I'm far...far from old. Man you must think Jean Rabesque is some sort of grandfather figure compared to me. Then there's my favorite line. You’re a better athlete then me. Why, because your smaller?....not as strong?....less experienced? Is all that a reason. Now you've got the best reason of all?

(He chuckles and takes a minute to contain himself)

Chaos: YOU PLAYED COLLEGE FOOTBALL!!!!!!!!!!! WOW!!! Did you know...well glory to you Dallas Carter. You played college football. You dressed in pads...wore a helmet maybe broke a sweat. After all it was WAR out there. WAR...college football war. Who are you now..Kellen Winslow? Maybe I should pick you up at the airport so you don't get injured driving to the stadium.

(He spits on the ground)

Chaos: College football...talk about cliché. But you don't stop there do you Dallas. You spout the rookie line like all the rest. You've got better endurance then Me., You weren't born with a silver spoon in your mouth, you’re worked hard for what you've gotten, and above I should be most fearful, because after all...I've gotten you angry? Great...now I'm in the ring with the Hulk.

(He shakes his head and spits on the ground)

Chaos: yet as you drive that line down the highway you don't put on the brakes there. After all you’re Dallas F'n Carter

(He snaps his fingers)

Chaos: Oops...that was the last guy I fought, but you did play college football. That makes you different then the rest. Lombardi, Sinner...those guys didn't even have careers right? Well take a good look in the mirror Dallas. Neither do you. You tell me your not he type of man that look at the past. Well that's easy for you to say Dallas...you don't have one in this business to look at. Well I'm not either Dallas. You’re the one who through the word Legend around...nor me. You’ve talked about your past allot more then I have. I'm not out here *****ing about my step dad, going on and on for the love of my women or telling people what I did in college. I've told you one thing...and one thing ALL ALONG!!!!!!!!!! That's what I'm going to do when that bell rings. That's where my focus is...and nothing else. I'm not twisting and turning on a flight at 2 AM. I'm not sitting back in my apartment looking at my stuff and taking notes. I was here...I've been here. Training...preparing...getting ready. Are you prepared Dallas? Maybe you can tell me about you childhood years as a boy scout.

(He chuckles and it turns to a laugh. It's quickly fades and he grows serious again)

Chaos: But of all the things you've said Dallas. The thing that makes me smile most is when you look in that camera and tell me you've studied me. What did you watch tape? Hey NEW put out a DVD for me...I sure hope you paid for it, but you can't learn anything from watching a tape. No two matches are the same. Hell you've only been in two matches and you should know that. You think you know me Dallas, but you don't. You'll go in that ring tonight thinking you've got me figured all out. Yet last I ask you this. What will happen when the first step in your plan goes ring. A move backfires? You get caught off-guard? You start to bleed? Sure you won't panic? Won’t get nervous or desperate? See I won't...know why? Because I've been there...I've done that. You've dismissed everything I have said Dallas...what you should do is listen...listen in learn.

(He points a finger scolding the camera)

Chaos: For while you talked Dallas. You've shown me weakness, you’ve shown me doubt. You've shown me anger and hate. However that just leads to blindness in the ring. Yet you go ahead and dismiss EVERYTHING I have said. Claim it as just more meaningless talk. I've told you allot more then you realize yet Dallas. Someday, after this loss you'll look back on it and realize what you missed, but in the mean time do me one small favor...and please listen closely...just his once.


(He plans hands on knees and leans forward staring deeply into the camera)

Chaos: As you sit back in your place seat...you sit there eating your cake. Be careful...be very careful. For as in the ring...as in life...as you take that last bite Dallas. Be careful.

(He raises his open hand and closes it into a fist)

Chaos: MAKE SUREYOU DON'T CHOKE!!!!!!!!!

(He smiles let's loose a loud laugh, turns and walks away)

<FTB>
 

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