Post by Martin Prince//Winthorp D. on Apr 10, 2009 10:42:07 GMT -5
Deep inside the empty parking lot where nothing but darkness and never ending solitude resides within the area, accompanying the lifeless vehicles that await their owners.
The eerie silence within the compound is broken by the trots of many feet making movement towards the exit of the building and out of the arena. The laughter of two supposed drunks can be heard echoing in the emptyness but become silent after a loud grunt overtakes the laughter.
Winthorp Darkrites
"Alright, that's enough guys. We've done what we came for, we destroyed Martin Prince and claimed the revenge that has been needed for the past 2 years. We've been put through the trials of hell and redemption, and we all passed with flying colours..You especially Destroyer, considering all the crap that you went through and all of the councilling for you and Angela."
Winthorp Darkrites is stomping through the parking lot, the whole group of former NWA Employee's following behind him. Destroyer is seen as the tallest in the group and therefore the most intimidating, the smallest in the group is easily Angela Whitmoore.
Charlie Coors just happens to be walking through the Parking Lot and notices the whole group, they take note of his appearance and freeze, Charlie runs up to them and pulls out a microphone, and a cameraman follows him out of nowhere.
Charlie Coors
"Great appearance tonight guys, coming out straight from nowhere and making threats and proclamations against Martin Prince and GHW, you guys really have balls to just waltz in like this with your 2006 style of wrestling attires and thinking you're all cool by beating up on a guy who was fresh from his match, but enough about the small details, how do you guys feel knowing that you've made an impact against the one who gave you guys a job in the first place?"
Winthorp wipes his forehead with the sleeve of his trenchcoat, a small amount of face paint has been removed but the look of amusement and anger can be seen past the gothic face paint design. It appears that Winthorp still realises he's standing in a GHW arena and that causing trouble would lead to more trouble.
Winthorp Darkrites
"How do we feel? My goodness sir, that is just about the most retarded question you could ask a man such as myself. I feel absolutely fine knowing that Martin is now feeling the pain that we feel. But I feel that I should thank him, thank him, for giving me my career of working in the NWA, it gives me great pleasure knowing that I have screwed him out of the title that once belonged to him - The NWA World Heavyweight Title, and the fact that he still cries about it makes it even more better. The fire that burnt him all those years ago appears to be still lingering as he remembers that moment each day."
Liam
"Hang on a second Corky, Winthorp, you've made a strong damn point in this case against Martin, but weren't you the one that was crying about losing your precious NWA Supreme Title? I mean it was a prestigious title and all, and you even created it and named yourself the holder of the title..but, Martin just downright kicked your ass for your own title."
Destroyer places a huge hand on Liam's shoulder, that hat on his head, casting a demonic shadow upon his face, however the amber eyes continue to glow through the darkness.
Destroyer Black Hand
"You better watch yourself little man, you may have the honor of being considered an NWA Superstar, but what you're saying to my friend is not a smart thing to do, especially in the presence of a mad man. If you decide to fall upon the wings of disgrace and dishonor, then consider yourself joining Martin as I hit you with a Soul Desolator."
Liam smirks upon hearing Destroyer's threat, and decides to ignore him. Destroyer releases his hold and instead stand back in the shadows as Winthorp approaches Charlie Coors even further.
Winthorp Darkrites
"Now if you don't mind..Charlie was it? Me and my friends have places to go and indy promotions to visit in search of gaining a better reputation than we did in the National Wrestling Alliance."
Winthorp and the group begin walking away from the scene but are cut short as the slow, rhythmic footsteps of an injured person follows them very slowly. Winthorp turns and his eyebrow raises slightly in interest, trailing them from a further distance and holding his injured ribs is Martin Prince, the blood has been washed away from his face and replaced with fresh bandages.
Winthorp and the NWA Group move towards Martin, who is still marching on foward in pain, but falls at their feet and cannot continue any further. Winthorp, who notes this, lifts Martin up to his feet and stands with the rest of the group. They all look surprised to see that Martin survived the brutal beating and continue staring at him, dumbstruck.
Winthorp Darkrites
"I'm impressed Martin, you were hit with both my HellGate and Destroyer Black Hand's special moves and you still survived and standing amongst us."
Martin Prince
"It..it doesn't matter. I'm not here to say good..bye or anything, I'm just hear to..deliver my final words to you guys..before we all move on."
Martin falls back, but gets up in a sitting position, the pain still appears to be fresh on his body as shown by his face, which is twisted up in rage and extreme pain.
Martin Prince
"I'm glad you guys did it for your own reasons..and not for Jimmy. Jimmy is nothing but..a scoundrel that would take control and..leave you for dead if he was to get..a better opportunity of appearing in the main light.. He did the same to me, back in NWA. He tried to make a fool out of us..out of us ALL back in Blackpool..My dad and the rest of the Board of Directors decided it was right to fire him, because they knew he would be a dangerous opposition if he were to break off and form his own promotion..He was starting to gain the knowledge of at least 8 former successful promotions, and if left even further could've crushed the whole wrestling industry should he have created a new federation based on the ones he has knowledge on.."
Winthorp stares at Martin further, still taking in all the accusations against Jimmy Cartell.
Martin Prince
"The best you can do for yourselves is to move on, away from wrestling. If you must continue wrestling, do it on a small-time basis away from all the major promotions..Do it for yourselves and not for others..Gold isn't important in the world of wrestling, it's gaining the respect of the people around the world and your co-workers surrounding you. You know Winthorp, by telling me right now that what you did was for yourself and not for Jimmy Cartell..I absolutely..f*cking..respect you."
Winthorp extends a hand, and lifts Martin up to his feet. He grins at Martin, who stares back at Winthorp in pain. The brief moment of kindness is broken by the sounds of clapping, and a maniacal laugh. The laughter echoes throughout the whole parking lot and sends a chill down everyones spine.
The clapping and laughter grow louder, followed by the slow footsteps mixed in the distance, and out from within the shadows appears Jimmy Cartell still dressed in his fine brand suit. A devilish grin is etched on his face a he spots the whole group of NWA Superstars.
Jimmy Cartell
"Touching, absolutely bloody touching. Martin Prince, the man with the silver tongue has produced such a fine speech that he has reverted every decision of the group of has-beens ever to be seen on live television throughout the country. Do you realise how stupid you all look? Peaceful negotiations? Blasts from the pasts? No one cares about those sort of things anymore, especially if its something you'd most likely see in a soap opera, but then again..NWA was just full of drama. Winthorp's insanity probably seen as the worst angle ever, don't you agree Marty? But then there was your controversial signing of Vito, the man whose very sexuality was questionable throughout the rest of the NWA's lifetime."
Martin Prince
"Jimmy, i've said it thousands of times. You're nothing but a psycho with no agenda. You thrive off of suffering and you play on that suffering further. Do you even realise what you're saying anymore?! Blinded by jealousy and RAGE! Your mind is just moments away from exploding because you still can't handle the fact that..that..I WAS THE BETTER PERSON. No matter how many times you would try and compete with me, you'd end up the loser many times."
Jimmy starts laughing once more, however Martin falls to his knees in pain.
Jimmy Cartell
"Pure lies, lies coming from the man who has been living a life of a soap opera star. You're nothing but an actor Marty. Do you know how high the ratings were for NWA when I was acting in your stead when you injured your hamstring in 2006? THROUGH THE ROOF MORON. That's right Marty, I ran the best damn shows ever seen on live TV, because I provided complete and utter entertainment through the displays of the actual sport. Not some stupid pregnancy angle or insanity angle performed by a illiterate Italian immigrant.
My god it's like talking to a bunch of deadbeats who know nothing around here. I..AM THE MUSIC MAKER OF THE NWA. I am the innovator of extreme violence..and I AM THE REASON THAT YOU PEOPLE BECAME FAMO-"
Jimmy is silence in mid-sentence as he is tackled furiously by a vicious HellGate by Winthorp, the Gothic Italian is impressed by his own actions and gives the group a thumbs up. Destroyer Black Hand now walks up to Jimmy Cartell and grabs him by the throat and lifts him to his feet, holding him up by the throat and staring him dead in the eyes with a murderous glare.
Destroyer Black Hand
"I don't like the sound of your voice."
Destroyer lifts him up with the same inhuman strength he lifted Martin Prince with and throws him into the hood of a Ford Shelby. Jimmy screams in agony as the group begins unleashing their barrage of rage upon him.
Sean picks up Jimmy Cartell by the neck of his shirt and stands him up on his feet, while his brother Liam rushes up and swings his Kendo stick and cracks it over Jimmy's head, leaving a deep cut on his head that begins to bleed instantly.
Liam
"Nothing personal Jimmy boy, just business of the NWA."
Winthorp lifts Jimmy up once more and leans him against an open garbage dumpster. He looks up at Martin and grins at him, Martin is shocked but appreciates the offer from his friend.
Martin takes a quick start, however is slowed down due to the pain but continues on regardless and swings a vicious clothesline on Jimmy, who is hit with the clothesline with full force and flips and lands inside the dumpster. Martin stands at the opening and looks down upon the downed Jimmy, who is stirring in the dumpster, not knowing what is happening or where he is.
Martin Prince
"By orders of the Boards of Directors of the National Wrestling Alliance, in co-operation with Gods and Heretics Wrestling..You're FIRED!"
Martin slams the lid with full force, and together with every group member pushes the dumpster down the slope of the parking lot and watches as the dumpster dissapears into the darkness. A loud crashing noise is heard seconds later.
The group shake Martin's hand and begins walking off, Martin who looks up at the darkened ceiling thinks about the memories he had in the NWA, but then suddenly decides to call out to Winthorp.
Martin Prince
"Hey! Winthorp!"
Winthorp turns around, a confused look on his face wondering what Martin wants.
Martin Prince
"Pump it.."
Martin raises his arm and flexes it slightly in pain. Winthorp laughs and follows suit and walks off. Martin Prince watches as the whole group of superstars he recognises as friends again dissappear through the lightened exit and out of the arena.
Martin smiles and walks off, achieving a new in his career of professional wrestling - Putting his past to rest.
End of Topic.
The eerie silence within the compound is broken by the trots of many feet making movement towards the exit of the building and out of the arena. The laughter of two supposed drunks can be heard echoing in the emptyness but become silent after a loud grunt overtakes the laughter.
Winthorp Darkrites
"Alright, that's enough guys. We've done what we came for, we destroyed Martin Prince and claimed the revenge that has been needed for the past 2 years. We've been put through the trials of hell and redemption, and we all passed with flying colours..You especially Destroyer, considering all the crap that you went through and all of the councilling for you and Angela."
Winthorp Darkrites is stomping through the parking lot, the whole group of former NWA Employee's following behind him. Destroyer is seen as the tallest in the group and therefore the most intimidating, the smallest in the group is easily Angela Whitmoore.
Charlie Coors just happens to be walking through the Parking Lot and notices the whole group, they take note of his appearance and freeze, Charlie runs up to them and pulls out a microphone, and a cameraman follows him out of nowhere.
Charlie Coors
"Great appearance tonight guys, coming out straight from nowhere and making threats and proclamations against Martin Prince and GHW, you guys really have balls to just waltz in like this with your 2006 style of wrestling attires and thinking you're all cool by beating up on a guy who was fresh from his match, but enough about the small details, how do you guys feel knowing that you've made an impact against the one who gave you guys a job in the first place?"
Winthorp wipes his forehead with the sleeve of his trenchcoat, a small amount of face paint has been removed but the look of amusement and anger can be seen past the gothic face paint design. It appears that Winthorp still realises he's standing in a GHW arena and that causing trouble would lead to more trouble.
Winthorp Darkrites
"How do we feel? My goodness sir, that is just about the most retarded question you could ask a man such as myself. I feel absolutely fine knowing that Martin is now feeling the pain that we feel. But I feel that I should thank him, thank him, for giving me my career of working in the NWA, it gives me great pleasure knowing that I have screwed him out of the title that once belonged to him - The NWA World Heavyweight Title, and the fact that he still cries about it makes it even more better. The fire that burnt him all those years ago appears to be still lingering as he remembers that moment each day."
Liam
"Hang on a second Corky, Winthorp, you've made a strong damn point in this case against Martin, but weren't you the one that was crying about losing your precious NWA Supreme Title? I mean it was a prestigious title and all, and you even created it and named yourself the holder of the title..but, Martin just downright kicked your ass for your own title."
Destroyer places a huge hand on Liam's shoulder, that hat on his head, casting a demonic shadow upon his face, however the amber eyes continue to glow through the darkness.
Destroyer Black Hand
"You better watch yourself little man, you may have the honor of being considered an NWA Superstar, but what you're saying to my friend is not a smart thing to do, especially in the presence of a mad man. If you decide to fall upon the wings of disgrace and dishonor, then consider yourself joining Martin as I hit you with a Soul Desolator."
Liam smirks upon hearing Destroyer's threat, and decides to ignore him. Destroyer releases his hold and instead stand back in the shadows as Winthorp approaches Charlie Coors even further.
Winthorp Darkrites
"Now if you don't mind..Charlie was it? Me and my friends have places to go and indy promotions to visit in search of gaining a better reputation than we did in the National Wrestling Alliance."
Winthorp and the group begin walking away from the scene but are cut short as the slow, rhythmic footsteps of an injured person follows them very slowly. Winthorp turns and his eyebrow raises slightly in interest, trailing them from a further distance and holding his injured ribs is Martin Prince, the blood has been washed away from his face and replaced with fresh bandages.
Winthorp and the NWA Group move towards Martin, who is still marching on foward in pain, but falls at their feet and cannot continue any further. Winthorp, who notes this, lifts Martin up to his feet and stands with the rest of the group. They all look surprised to see that Martin survived the brutal beating and continue staring at him, dumbstruck.
Winthorp Darkrites
"I'm impressed Martin, you were hit with both my HellGate and Destroyer Black Hand's special moves and you still survived and standing amongst us."
Martin Prince
"It..it doesn't matter. I'm not here to say good..bye or anything, I'm just hear to..deliver my final words to you guys..before we all move on."
Martin falls back, but gets up in a sitting position, the pain still appears to be fresh on his body as shown by his face, which is twisted up in rage and extreme pain.
Martin Prince
"I'm glad you guys did it for your own reasons..and not for Jimmy. Jimmy is nothing but..a scoundrel that would take control and..leave you for dead if he was to get..a better opportunity of appearing in the main light.. He did the same to me, back in NWA. He tried to make a fool out of us..out of us ALL back in Blackpool..My dad and the rest of the Board of Directors decided it was right to fire him, because they knew he would be a dangerous opposition if he were to break off and form his own promotion..He was starting to gain the knowledge of at least 8 former successful promotions, and if left even further could've crushed the whole wrestling industry should he have created a new federation based on the ones he has knowledge on.."
Winthorp stares at Martin further, still taking in all the accusations against Jimmy Cartell.
Martin Prince
"The best you can do for yourselves is to move on, away from wrestling. If you must continue wrestling, do it on a small-time basis away from all the major promotions..Do it for yourselves and not for others..Gold isn't important in the world of wrestling, it's gaining the respect of the people around the world and your co-workers surrounding you. You know Winthorp, by telling me right now that what you did was for yourself and not for Jimmy Cartell..I absolutely..f*cking..respect you."
Winthorp extends a hand, and lifts Martin up to his feet. He grins at Martin, who stares back at Winthorp in pain. The brief moment of kindness is broken by the sounds of clapping, and a maniacal laugh. The laughter echoes throughout the whole parking lot and sends a chill down everyones spine.
The clapping and laughter grow louder, followed by the slow footsteps mixed in the distance, and out from within the shadows appears Jimmy Cartell still dressed in his fine brand suit. A devilish grin is etched on his face a he spots the whole group of NWA Superstars.
Jimmy Cartell
"Touching, absolutely bloody touching. Martin Prince, the man with the silver tongue has produced such a fine speech that he has reverted every decision of the group of has-beens ever to be seen on live television throughout the country. Do you realise how stupid you all look? Peaceful negotiations? Blasts from the pasts? No one cares about those sort of things anymore, especially if its something you'd most likely see in a soap opera, but then again..NWA was just full of drama. Winthorp's insanity probably seen as the worst angle ever, don't you agree Marty? But then there was your controversial signing of Vito, the man whose very sexuality was questionable throughout the rest of the NWA's lifetime."
Martin Prince
"Jimmy, i've said it thousands of times. You're nothing but a psycho with no agenda. You thrive off of suffering and you play on that suffering further. Do you even realise what you're saying anymore?! Blinded by jealousy and RAGE! Your mind is just moments away from exploding because you still can't handle the fact that..that..I WAS THE BETTER PERSON. No matter how many times you would try and compete with me, you'd end up the loser many times."
Jimmy starts laughing once more, however Martin falls to his knees in pain.
Jimmy Cartell
"Pure lies, lies coming from the man who has been living a life of a soap opera star. You're nothing but an actor Marty. Do you know how high the ratings were for NWA when I was acting in your stead when you injured your hamstring in 2006? THROUGH THE ROOF MORON. That's right Marty, I ran the best damn shows ever seen on live TV, because I provided complete and utter entertainment through the displays of the actual sport. Not some stupid pregnancy angle or insanity angle performed by a illiterate Italian immigrant.
My god it's like talking to a bunch of deadbeats who know nothing around here. I..AM THE MUSIC MAKER OF THE NWA. I am the innovator of extreme violence..and I AM THE REASON THAT YOU PEOPLE BECAME FAMO-"
Jimmy is silence in mid-sentence as he is tackled furiously by a vicious HellGate by Winthorp, the Gothic Italian is impressed by his own actions and gives the group a thumbs up. Destroyer Black Hand now walks up to Jimmy Cartell and grabs him by the throat and lifts him to his feet, holding him up by the throat and staring him dead in the eyes with a murderous glare.
Destroyer Black Hand
"I don't like the sound of your voice."
Destroyer lifts him up with the same inhuman strength he lifted Martin Prince with and throws him into the hood of a Ford Shelby. Jimmy screams in agony as the group begins unleashing their barrage of rage upon him.
Sean picks up Jimmy Cartell by the neck of his shirt and stands him up on his feet, while his brother Liam rushes up and swings his Kendo stick and cracks it over Jimmy's head, leaving a deep cut on his head that begins to bleed instantly.
Liam
"Nothing personal Jimmy boy, just business of the NWA."
Winthorp lifts Jimmy up once more and leans him against an open garbage dumpster. He looks up at Martin and grins at him, Martin is shocked but appreciates the offer from his friend.
Martin takes a quick start, however is slowed down due to the pain but continues on regardless and swings a vicious clothesline on Jimmy, who is hit with the clothesline with full force and flips and lands inside the dumpster. Martin stands at the opening and looks down upon the downed Jimmy, who is stirring in the dumpster, not knowing what is happening or where he is.
Martin Prince
"By orders of the Boards of Directors of the National Wrestling Alliance, in co-operation with Gods and Heretics Wrestling..You're FIRED!"
Martin slams the lid with full force, and together with every group member pushes the dumpster down the slope of the parking lot and watches as the dumpster dissapears into the darkness. A loud crashing noise is heard seconds later.
The group shake Martin's hand and begins walking off, Martin who looks up at the darkened ceiling thinks about the memories he had in the NWA, but then suddenly decides to call out to Winthorp.
Martin Prince
"Hey! Winthorp!"
Winthorp turns around, a confused look on his face wondering what Martin wants.
Martin Prince
"Pump it.."
Martin raises his arm and flexes it slightly in pain. Winthorp laughs and follows suit and walks off. Martin Prince watches as the whole group of superstars he recognises as friends again dissappear through the lightened exit and out of the arena.
Martin smiles and walks off, achieving a new in his career of professional wrestling - Putting his past to rest.
End of Topic.