Shawn Ashlocke Vs Chris Ceno - Steel Cage Match

[Jay]

Deadlines:

Pacific: Sunday - 10 P.M.
Mountain: Sunday - 11 P.M.
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Eastern: Monday 1 A.M.
U.K.: Monday 6 A.M.

RolePlay Limit: 4 RPs

RPs Must be 4 Hrs Apart on DL Day

NEW RULE: Unless only doing one, 1st RolePlay MUST be OUTSIDE the 24 hour period of Deadline, if you don't follow this rule, any roleplay after your first will NOT COUNT

[Shawn Ashlocke]

(OOC: Okay, this RP is being posted in two parts, since it's too long to fit into these stupid board posts... I have a layout on the way soon, so this should be short lived. Anyway, people were complaining about my stuff as of late being too short? Well, here ya go... enjoy.)

SCENE 1:Looking For A Legend – Part I

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The scene opens up in a hallway backstage. We see a man at close-up range in front of the camera, with his arms stretched around it, as he is just turning it on, pointed at himself. He is a fairly young man, in probably his mid-twenties, and is wearing an EWE logo T-shirt. His medium length dark hair is kind of strewn about messily. The man doesn’t appear very familiar… but then again, he doesn’t seem like anybody to be remembered anyway. He adjusts the camera a little then takes a step back, straightens up his posture, and begins to speak. [/i]

Young Man: [/b]Welcome EWE Fans… I’m Ross Schiffner. I’m a field correspondent for Extreme Wrestling Entertainment… which NORMALLY means, I’m the guy who runs out to catch fights backstage and film on-location promos shot by our superstars, but today I have been given a very special assignment by Mr. McMahon himself. Over the next while, exactly how long I don’t know, I have been assigned to follow a couple of EWE’s biggest superstars, and document a special project they’re working on, and report it back to you, the viewers. Consider me a sort of un-official Reporter on this late-breaking story. But what, you ask, could be so important that it requires such frequent updates? Well, last Saturday Night, at Showdown, we saw the re-uniting of one of the most impressive tag teams in EWE history. They were the first ever X-Tag Team champions, and are both established singles competitors in their own right, and they have recently announced plans to branch out into the competitive world of Stables competition as well, and so… Hayden and Ashlocke, dubbing themselves ‘The Exiles’ – as result of both of their controversial pasts, have begun a search, of sorts, to find just the right person, or people, to stand with them as they attempt to once again take over XPlosion. I will be there for every minute of this monumental search in a report I call… Looking For A Legend. [/color]

The camera fades out, and we come back on in a locker room, where Cameron Hayden sits, leaned back into the corner of a large brown leather couch, with his girlfriend Jade Chung in his lap, arms wrapped around him, running a finger through his hair. Off to one side and over the back of the couch we see Shawn Ashlocke in a mini-kitchen like area, routing through a mini-fridge. He takes out a large glass bottle of clear liquid, pouring some into a small glass with ice in it that was on the counter. He places the bottle back in the frige and pulls out two more, plastic, personal-sized bottles, with Dasani logos on the sides. He picks them up in one hand, and the glass in the other, and heads toward the other room. [/i]

Shawn Ashlocke: [/b]Ah, here we are… a nice cold glass of Russian cold remedy for myself… and for your flakey straight-edged asses… bottled-fucking-water. What’s the point of this shit anyway? We DO have indoor plumbing, ya know? We can get water FREE from the tap… why would you bother buying it from somebody else? [/color]

’Cameron’s Girl’ Jade Chung: [/b]It’s fresher Shawn… they get it from glaciers and mountain springs, and…[/color]

Shawn Ashlocke: [/b]Mountain Springs! Hah! Please… when they say ‘mountain spring’ all that means is that some douchebag in COLORADO is emptying his kids swimming pool, which SPRANG a leak… into little bottles right now, laughing his ass off at people like you, who are keeping his low-life redneck family in a double-wide. Oh, and don’t worry… if you find a hair in one of ‘em… that just means it’s Sasquatch flavor. [/color]

He hands them the bottles. Cameron just shakes his head. [/i]

Cameron Hayden: [/b]You’re a very cynical guy, you know that? [/color]

Shawn Ashlocke:Nah… just realistic. I don’t like to let corporate America mind-fuck me into buying shit that aint worth what they’re askin’ for it.

Cameron Hayden: [/b]Shawn… you’re a millionaire. What do you care? [/color]

Shawn Ashlocke: [/b]That’s not the point… it’s the principle of the thing. [/color]

Shawn walks off to one side and kicks back in a comfortable looking matching leather recliner. He then looks to the camera, as if noticing it for the first time. [/i]

Shawn Ashlocke: [/b]Oh… shit Ross, I forgot you were there. Where ARE my manners, I didn’t ask if YOU wanted anything. [/color]

’Obnoxious Reporter’ Ross: [/b]No, that’s okay, I’m fine. [/color]

Shawn Ashlocke: [/b]Ross… PLEASE… we’re all friends here. What’d ya want? [/color]

’Obnoxious Reporter’ Ross: [/b]Well… um, I’d take one of those wat…[/color]

Shawn Ashlocke: [/b]Those what? [/color]

’Obnoxious Reporter’ Ross: [/b]Umm… I… I mean… I’d have some of that vodka if that’s alright. [/color]

Shawn just laughs. [/i]

Shawn Ashlocke: [/b]That’s more like it. [/color]

He looks around the room for a second as everybody waits, expecting him to go grab the bottle again. [/i]

Shawn Ashlocke: [/b]Well? …Then go get some, ya lazy prick, what do I look like, your waiter? [/color]

’Obnoxious Reporter’ Ross: [/b]But I have to…[/color]

Shawn Ashlocke: [/b]Oh, don’t be such a douche. Set the damn camera down on the table, it’ll be fine. [/color]

The camera moves a little, presumably being sat down as we see the same guy from before move between the recliner and the couch and head into the kitchen. Just then, there’s a sound of a door opening, and in walks a gorgeous young woman. She has a slim but curvy figure, covered by a pair of sleak black dress pants and a fine-looking red top, that reflects the low lighting quite well. It hangs close to her body, showing off her figure, and blends well with the dark brown of her hair, as it flows down her shoulders. As her face turns, there appears to be something familiar about her, to those long-time fans of UKW, although it seems last time they saw her, she was a blonde. [/i]

Shawn Ashlocke: [/b]Ah, here she is… Cam, you remember Jess, right? [/color]

Cameron just nods, with a bit of a grin, until Jade smacks him lightly in the side of the face, as if to tell him not to stare. [/i]

Shawn Ashlocke: [/b]Jade… Ross… this is my personal assistant, Miss Jessica Diamond. [/color]

’Cameron’s Girl’ Jade Chung: [/b]Jessica Diamond? No way… I’ve heard of you. Back in EWX, you were the longest reigning Women’s champion they’d ever seen! You were the first woman to hold the tag team titles. Oh, who was your partner again… umm…[/color]

Shawn Ashlocke: [/b]Umm… that would have been me. Sure, she remembers the one who disappeared for 3 years, but forgets her boyfriends partner… real nice. [/color]

Cameron Hayden: [/b] Wait a second… assistant? Shawn, I thought you and her used to…[/color]

Shawn Ashlocke: [/b]There’s the key word Cam. Used to. Things are different now… you know, after, that person who’s name we won’t…[/color]

’Obnoxious Reporter’ Ross: [/b]Oh! Trinity! [/color]

Shawn’s face scrunches up as he breathes deeply. [/i]

Shawn Ashlocke: [/b]Cam… if I kill the camera guy, you’ll bail me out, right? [/color]

Instantly, Ross shuts up and seems to become just piece of furniture in the elaborate room. [/i]

Shawn Ashlocke: [/b]So, Jess… how are things going on the search? [/color]

’Shawn’s Assistant’ Jessica Diamond: [/b]Well. I made those calls you told me about… I got 4 ‘no’s 3 ‘not a chance in hells’, 6 ‘you’re kidding me, right?’s and one who thought you were still in jail, and hung up when he realized it wasn’t a mistake. Damn Shawn, you sure know how to leave an impression. [/color]

Shawn reclines back and puts his hands behind his head, seeming to love how universally hated he is. [/i]

Shawn Ashlocke: [/b] Hey… I think Einstein put it best when he said… great spirits have always encountered violent opposition from mediocre minds. [/color]

Cameron just stares at him for a second, with a raised eyebrow, shocked to have just heard this. He takes the cap from his bottle of water and throws it at Shawn, just narrowly missing. Shawn begins to chuckle uncontrollably. [/i]

Shawn Ashlocke: [/b] See? …but wait a second. That only makes 14… what about the other one? [/color]

’Shawn’s Assistant’ Jessica Diamond: [/b]Well… you know that special one that you told me to go see in person? The one you wanted put on special priority? [/color]

Shawn Ashlocke: [/b] …Yeah. [/color]

’Shawn’s Assistant’ Jessica Diamond: [/b]He’s going to think about it. [/color]

Shawn gets a devilish grin and turns to Cameron, as if to say ‘you know who it is’. Suddenly, Hayden’s jaw drops. [/i]

Cameron Hayden: [/b]…not…?[/color]

Shawn Ashlocke: [/b]Yep. [/color]

Cameron Hayden: [/b]….holy SHIT! [/color]

’Shawn’s Assistant’ Jessica Diamond: [/b]…But I think we should go ahead with that open casting call in Vegas later in the week, and just kind of keep our eyes open, just in case. You never know who you might find. [/color]

’Obnoxious Reporter’ Ross: [/b]…Wait a second, who are you guys talking about? This would make a GREAT story. [/color]

Shawn Ashlocke: [/b]…Ross, shut up. [/color]

’Shawn’s Assistant’ Jessica Diamond: [/b]Oh, and guys… we should really go talk strategy for these upcoming weeks. I mean, Cam… you’re about to become King Of Xtreme… and Shawn, you’ve got that big Cage match… we need to discuss how things are gunna go down on Sunday. [/color]

’Obnoxious Reporter’ Ross: [/b]AWESOME! Inside preview! [/color]

Ashlocke just whips around. [/i]

Shawn Ashlocke: [/b]Didn’t I tell you to shut up? [/color]

’Obnoxious Reporter’ Ross: [/b]Sorry Shawn…[/color]

Shawn Ashlocke: [/b]Sorry… what? [/color]

’Obnoxious Reporter’ Ross: [/b]I mean, sorry Mr. Ashlocke… sir. [/color]

Shawn Ashlocke: [/b]That’s better. Alright, cool… let’s go. We’ll do lunch. I’ve been craving a nice big juicy steak anyway. Cam, if you can keep your girl from oogly-eyeing my assistant like a star-struck four year old, she can come too. [/color]

’Cameron’s Girl’ Jade Chung: [/b]You’re a real asshole, ya know that? [/color]

Shawn Ashlocke: [/b]Sure do, sweetie… it’s a source of pride, really. [/color]

Jade rolls her eyes as she gets up and lets Cameron get back to his feet. Ross comes running back to grab the camera. [/i]

’Obnoxious Reporter’ Ross: [/b]SWEEEEET! Where are we going? [/color]

With another deep breath, Shawn looks back at him. [/i]

Shawn Ashlocke: [/b]YOU’RE not going anywhere… WE’RE going to have a nice, expensive, camera-monkey free meal, and you’re gunna sit on your ass here, and wait for us to come back. Is that understood? [/color]

’Obnoxious Reporter’ Ross: [/b]Yes sir. Can I at least get a shot of you walking out… might be useful in editing later. [/color]

Shawn Ashlocke: [/b]Alright, if you must… but if I see you trying to follow us, I’m gunna use YOU to practice tactics for Ceno this week… got it? [/color]

’Obnoxious Reporter’ Ross: [/b]Got it. [/color]

As the other four head to the door, Ross films as they leave; first Jessica, then Jade, and finally the two men follow. As Shawn comes out though, we see a fifth figure enter the shot, bumping into him hard. She’s a much smaller, younger woman, with blonde hair. She shoots back, jaw opening wide in excitement. [/i]

Young Woman: [/b]Oh my god! It’s Shawn Ashlocke! Oh… and Cameron Hayden! Wow! You guys are like… two of my heroes! I’m soooo sorry I wasn’t watching where I was going better. [/color]

Shawn just kinda shakes his head to get his barings, then takes a long hard look at the girl. Perhaps a lot longer and a lot harder than it should be, considering the obvious age gap. He smiles. [/i]

Shawn Ashlocke: [/b]Oh, it’s not a problem, miss….?[/color]

Young Woman: [/b]Just call me Kelly. I just got hired on as the new interviewer here. I was TRYING to become a wrestler, but they said maybe this way I’d meet someone who could work on some moves with me or something. Oh my god… that gives me the BEST idea! Could I interview you guys? That would win me some points with the boss FOR SURE. [/color]

Cameron Hayden: [/b] I… suppose I could fit some time in somewhere. [/color]

’The New Interviewer’ Kelly: [/b]Yessss! [/color]

She turns to Ashlocke. [/i]

’The New Interviewer’ Kelly: [/b]How about you? Just one little interview? Pleeeeease? [/color]

She looks up at him with a little pouty face that really shows off how young and new to the business she is. [/i]

Shawn Ashlocke: [/b]Sorry… I don’t DO interviews. [/color]

He then slowly looks down, and then back up, taking in the entire sight of the young girl. [/i]

Shawn Ashlocke: [/b]Dinners, though… I definitely do. [/color]

He smiles at her with all the charm he’s famous for. [/i]

Shawn Ashlocke: [/b]What do ya say? Like maybe… tomorrow night? [/color]

’The New Interviewer’ Kelly: [/b]Oh my god… I’d love to! Thank you soooo much! [/color]

Shawn reaches into his pocket and pulls out a business card. [/i]

Shawn Ashlocke: [/b]Here… it’s the number for my assistant. Give her a call later tonight, and she’ll give you all the details. Oh… and be sure to dress up real nice. If you’re going to be seen with a man like me, you gotta look classy. [/color]

’The New Interviewer’ Kelly: [/b]Will do. Thanks again guys, you’re awesome… and good luck Sunday. [/color]

Cameron Hayden: [/b]Yeah… umm… thanks. [/color]

He looks at Shawn a bit awkwardly as she continues on her way. Once she’s left, he just shakes his head, perplexed. [/i]

Cameron Hayden: [/b]Dude… what the fuck? [/color]

Ashlocke just shrugs and runs his hands through his hair with a cocky smile. [/i]

Shawn Ashlocke: [/b]Well… I still got it. [/color]

They walk off camera as the scene fades to black. [/i][/center]

[Shawn Ashlocke]

Scene 2: Shoot First, Ask Questions Later

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We slowly fade back in. It’s a dark night in the city of Calgary, Alberta, Canada. In the distance, the infamous Calgary Tower is lit up like a Christmas tree in late December, rivaled for visibility only slightly by the odd illuminated sign on a sky-scraper, advertising which particular corporate conglomerate owns that particular tower of metal and glass, as if anyone really cares. Our scene however, imamates from a balcony to the South of the downtown core, where the buildings aren’t nearly as high, in fact in this particular neighborhood, life’s really rather quaint. This is the area where the richer part of the city’s population live in huge multi-million dollar mansions, separated by acres of land on all sides. It’s privacy at it’s best. This particular home is that of Calgary native Shawn Ashlocke. The balcony, which branches off of the second floor, is like the rest of the house, made entirely of giant redwood logs, giving it a rather rustic look, aside from the huge pane glass wall that holds the sliding doors, also glass, that lead onto it. Ashlocke stands on the balcony, leaning against the rail, in a wine red dress shirt, with the sleeves rolled up just above the elbows, looking out at the city-scape. Snow covers the ground and some of the buildings, but the cold doesn’t seem to bother him. Like a true Canadian, he barely seems to notice, although every breath he exhales is clearly visible to the camera. [/i]

Shawn Ashlocke: [/b]Beautiful, aint it? I couldn’t be any more proud to call this place home. Not just this city, but the country. This is what true patriotism is about… just a deep and total reverence for your routes. Sure, some Americans have that too… but the US is a country founded, built and developed on violence and brute force. They took their independence at the end of a gun barrel… when they don’t like their presidents, they assassinate them. When they don’t like a foreign leader, they bomb his people. Hell, the very first instance of violence in motion pictures was in The Great Train Robbery, also widely considered the first real American film. Give the United States a medium… and they will use it to flex their muscles. That’s why I love my own country. While I, more than most… for obvious reasons, realize that there is a time and a place for sheer and utter violence, is that really what you want as your defining trait as a people? We Canadians are smarter than that. While the US gets bombed and has their planes high jacked and crashed into national landmarks… we sit here, relatively untargeted… and why? Because this is a country is peace and tranquility… America is a land of bullets, bombs, and rockets… so I ask you, which sounds like a better place to foster such beauty as this? [/color]

Shawn finally turns and looks into the camera. [/i]

Shawn Ashlocke: [/b]But not everything north of the border is as awe-inspiring as this simple scene… because when you live in the closest thing this world has to a utopia, you’re bound to have a few people come out of it with a slightly skewed version of the facts. Those who think that, just because such a wonder was bestowed upon them at birth, that they’re entitled to everything ELSE that’s good in this world. This is the very reason why our entire nation bands together, more than almost ANYTHING ELSE…. In it’s despising of the city of Toronto. The closest thing Canada has to the American lifestyle, Toronto breads the closest thing Canada has to American citizens… blind, naïve, borderline retarded rednecks who thinks the world rotates around them. It’s no wonder my opponent for King Of Xtreme, Chris Ceno… is so proud to call it home.

Chris Ceno is the embodiment of the American dream… an opportunistic, arrogant, pompass jackass who racks up one or two things against whoever he dislikes, out of pure and utter envy… and uses it to attempt to destroy them. Bush sees oil in another country, and makes up stories about weapons to invade them and take over… Ceno sees promising, un-pushed talent in EWE, and belittles their accomplishments to slander them and further his own career… but I, for one, will not stand for it any longer. Ceno, you are a disgrace to this businesss… you’re a disgrace to this country… and you were a disgrace to the EWE title. For a few days. Yes, that’s right. I said it. We know that EVERYBODY’S been thinking it, while you were running your mouth… but it’s about time somebody put it out there. Ceno, you like to talk about how I’ve never been EWE champion, and you’ve held that very title on two separate occasions… what you FAIL to mention is that, while I was the second longest reigning UKW Champion in HISTORY, and retired with the belt… you were unable to successfully defend YOUR title even ONCE in either of your two reigns. You also fail to mention that, during your last run at the title… every single true main event wrestler worth mentioning was either injured, or off on leave of absence. The fact that you’ve ever TOUCHED that title was a fluke. It was nothing but a well-timed attempt, orchestrated perfectly to coincide with an less than challenging scenario. In short, Ceno, you’re not a World Champion… you’re just always willing to strike when the company is at it’s weakest. What a guy. [/color]

Shawn now corrects his posture, looking right into the camera, facing it head-on. He looks right into the lens so that, to Ceno, it will appear as if he’s looking right at him. [/i]

Shawn Ashlocke: [/b]You want to talk about accomplishments? Let’s run down a little list of names, shall we? In EWX there was Matthew Pascoe… Jamie Madrox, Chris Chambers, and Hadrian Blackheart…. In UKW there was Emperor Ben, Ray Cyst, Dylan Styles, Brutality and Sean Hunter… in EWE so far there have been The White Tiger, Edge, Christian, Triple H, and LAW… in their respective companies they were feared and respected. They were held high, as a totem of what their company represented. They were icons. And they all… fell… to ME! Now let’s look at YOUR history… in UKW you ALSO fell at my hands… not once, or twice, but THREE TIMES… you were never a World Champion… your greatest accomplishments were so shrouded in mediocrity, I can’t even be bothered to remember what they were. You heald what, the third string title? Then you come to EWE… and you sit comfortably in the midcard, until everyone else is gone, and sweep in for an easy title win, and suddenly you think you’re tough shit? Ceno, I was wrestling when you were nothing more than some snot-nosed brat screaming his lungs out while his mother whipped his ass… then again, what you were up to last week really isn’t any of my business.

I was winning titles, and beating legends while you were stuck in a development territory, facing one guy after another who couldn’t even be bothered to come up with his own gimmick. I’ve seen you since the beginning… I knew your style, your strengths and weaknesses, what you would do in any situation, before even YOU did. I am inside your head far more than you realize Ceno, and I know how to make you suffer… which is EXACTLY what I did at Showdown! [/color]

Shawn grins nice and big. [/i]

Shawn Ashlocke: [/b]Oh yes… remember a few weeks ago, when you came up to me in the back, and told me that you had surpassed me… and that you would prove it by winning King Of Xtreme… because it’s an accomplishment I haven’t gotten around to adding to my resume? News flash kid… I’ve never been IN the King Of Xtreme. To fail at something you’ve never tried is one thing… but to lose year after year? Tsk tsk tsk… And did I not tell you that you wouldn’t make it past Hayden? Was I not the one who looked you square in the eye and said that not only would you say ‘I Quit” Saturday night… but that you would scream for mercy, and beg for help? Did I not tell you, flat out, that hell would freeze over before you became King of Xtreme? And now, here we are. The finals are upon us… the KOX will be decided Sunday night… and you’re not even in the match. Hell, you didn’t even make the SEMIS! Instead, you now have to come face to face with your deepest fear… you have to back up what you’ve been saying. If you really HAVE surpassed me, there’s no quicker, more decisive way to prove it… and yet, Piper has told me PERSONALLY that you were FAR from happy about this match. He told me all about how you tried to get out of it… complained about facing me. It hurts to have to eat your words, doesn’t it? Well, I assure you Chris… it doesn’t hurt NEARLY as much as what I’m going to do to you inside that cage. You’re just one name in a long list of those who doubt me… but when I get my hands on you, every doubting word… every insult I’ve faced over the last few YEARS will be going through my head… and you will pay for them all. You will be a martyr for your kind, Chris… and for once, the EWE fans will watch a Chris Ceno match, and actually see a pure athletic domination. Too bad for you, that it will be at your expense. [/color]

He leans into the camera, and looks absolutely irate. [/i]

Shawn Ashlocke: [/b]I will live up to the name of this Pay Per View, Chris Ceno… this will be the most XTREME match of the night… no, scratch that. This will not be a MATCH… I will not go in there with the intention to out WRESTLE you… this is going to be a FIGHT. I am going to beat you within an inch of your life… and I will get the respect I deserve, if I have to beat it out of your lifeless, blood-covered corpse. And then… we will finally know who the better than is… or should I say, you will finally have to face the facts. Because just like all those names I mentioned earlier, Chris… you have never, can never, and WILL never… beat me. So NOW who’s the psychotic motherfucker!?!? [/color]

His hand reaches out and grabs the camera by the lens and throws it to the ground, cutting the scene to static as we fade to black, and off into a commercial.[/i] [/center]

[Shawn Ashlocke]

RP 2 - SCENE 1: Extreme Radio Entertainment

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We fade into a scene in a familiarly styled house. In fact, the log décor and similar snow-covered city-scape out the window in the background indicate that this is the very same house we saw in Shawn Ashlocke’s recent promo directed at his King of Xtreme opponent, Chris Ceno. This is a different room, however. Huge bay windows, extending out from the house in a half-hexagon pattern overlook a lower, more peaceful looking area of the city, across the infamous Center Street bridge from the bustling downtown scene we saw from Ashlocke’s balcony. This bridge is accented with a large stone lion statue on either side of both ends, and colorful flags hung from light posts, spaced evenly across it. Movie buffs among the crowd may recognize this bridge from a famous scene in Steven Seagal’s “Exit Wounds” – which, coincidentally, is exactly what most of it’s viewers wished upon Seagal soon after seeing it, but this can hardly be considered the fault of this amazing bridge, or the rest of the beautiful city. Inside the room, a large black phone with video screen sits on a desk beside a rather expensive looking computer, which has a huge LCD monitor that makes most people’s TV screens look puny. Coming from the other side of the room, peaking into the shot, is the end of Ashlocke’s king sized four-post bed, made entirely of matching redwood, accented perfectly by the black bedding on top of it. In the back, we see a gigantic wardrobe – also redwood. Just then, Shawn walks into the shot. He’s wearing a dress shirt again – this time black, unbuttoned in the front. His hair is still wet, as we can assume he’s freshly out of a shower. As he walks into the shot and over to the wardrobe, we see him flick through a series of suit jackets before selecting one – gray with pinstripes. Just then, a buzzing sound comes from the phone as the screen comes on to show a security camera’s view of the front door. Standing there in a sharp skirt-suit with a briedcase in one hand is Shawn’s assistant, Jessica Diamond. Shawn moves over to the phone and punches in a code, and another buzz goes off to signal the door unlocking mechanically. She opens it and steps in as the screen goes black again. [/i]

’Shawn’s Assistant’ Jessica Diamond: [/b] Shawn? [/color]

She calls out from the lower floor. [/i]

’Shawn Ashlocke: [/b] Up here Jess.[/color]

He calls back. We hear the sound of stiletto heels moving up the hardwood floored stairs, and a few seconds later, she walks in, to see Shawn starting to button up his shirt. [/i]

’Shawn’s Assistant’ Jessica Diamond: [/b] Well… nice to see you’re keeping in shape. [/color]

Shawn snickers a little. [/i]

’Shawn Ashlocke: [/b] Why, Jess, are you coming onto me? [/color]

’Shawn’s Assistant’ Jessica Diamond: [/b] Oh, shut up. I was just making an oberservation. [/color]

He smiles at her sarcastically as he does up the next button. [/i]

’Shawn Ashlocke: [/b] Well, thank you… you’re not looking half bad yourself. So anyway, you said you had something set up for today? [/color]

’Shawn’s Assistant’ Jessica Diamond: [/b] Yeah, we’re due down at the CJay 92 studios in an hour, so hurry up. [/color]

’Shawn Ashlocke: [/b] CJay? …sweet. Wonder if Gerry Forbes’ll be there. I haven’t seen that guy in ages… funny son of a bitch. [/color]

’Shawn’s Assistant’ Jessica Diamond: [/b] …You’ll be doing an interview with their afternoon DJ, calls himself ‘JD’. [/color]

’Shawn Ashlocke: [/b] Whoa whoa whoa… hold up. Interview? Jess, you KNOW I don’t do interviews.[/color]

’Shawn’s Assistant’ Jessica Diamond: [/b] Shawn… you’re one of the biggest celebrities this city has. They’ve been trying to get you for months, you need to promote this match, AND they’re offering us lots of money. [/color]

’Shawn Ashlocke: [/b] Yeah… money. Look around you Jess, does it look like I’m living under a bridge in a cardboard box? [/color]

Jessica breathes a long sigh. [/i]

’Shawn’s Assistant’ Jessica Diamond: [/b] Listen… if people hear you talking about the Pay Per View, we’ll have at least 10 times the number of sales in Calgary… hell, it’ll probably help sales across the COUNTRY... and you know as well as I do that with the kind of havoc you’re going to wreak on Chris Ceno, it can only help your career. Maybe even convince Piper to give you that title shot. So what’d ya say? …Do it just this once? For me? [/color]

She finishes the last button and takes a deep breath. [/i]

’Shawn Ashlocke: [/b] Fine… but just this one. From now on, you wanna book stuff like this, you ask me BEFORE hand, right? [/color]

’Shawn’s Assistant’ Jessica Diamond: [/b] Will do. You won’t regret it, I promise. [/color]

Shawn tucks in the shirt and pulls on his jacket. [/i]

’Shawn Ashlocke: [/b] I better not, Jess… I better not. [/color]

We then have a dissolve to later in the day. The camera is in a radio studio. There’s posters of bands ranging from AC/DC to Slipknot and Linkin Park covering the walls. Theres a table with two mics in the middle, infront of one sits Ashlocke, the other currently has nobody behind it. Just then, the door opens and in walks a slim man with shirt, spiked up dark brown hair and glasses. He’s wearing a bright green button-down t-shirt untucked over a pair of blue jeans. He looks like a traffic light gone terribly wrong, but Shawn tries not to say anything. [/i]

Man: [/b] Heeeeeey… Shawn Ashlocke… a pleasure. Call me JD, I’ll be doing this interview. Anyway, I’d love to chat, but we’re going on in a few seconds, so if you’ll excuse me…[/color]

Shawn doesn’t get a chance to say a word. No customary discussion of what will be talked about… nothing. Just like that, the ‘On Air’ sign lights up and the man kicks into another very distinct voice, his radio voice. [/i]

JD: [/b] Aaaalriiiight… Hello Calgary. JD here, on Calgary’s best rock, CJay 92, and I’m in the studio right now with a local legend, former UKW Champion, and current superstar in Extreme Wrestling Entertainment, Calgary’s own Mr. Shawn Ashlocke. Shawn, great to have ya on the program today. [/color]

’Shawn Ashlocke: [/b] Uh… thanks? [/color]

The man talks so fast Shawn barely catches all of what he’s saying, and has next to no time to react. [/i]

JD: [/b] Alright, let’s no waste any time here, let’s just get right into this… now Shawn, I’m not a real wrestling fan, so you’ll have to excuse me being a little unknowledgeable here, but just before this interview I was shown a clip by one of my producers of you attacking your fellow superstar Chris Ceno with a baseball bat, and slamming him head first through a table. Now, I assume there was some sort of provocation for this attack, I mean, you don’t just go around destroying furniture with people’s heads do you? [/color]

’Shawn Ashlocke: [/b] No, not typically, no. [/color]

JD: [/b] Well then, for those of our listeners who, like me, might not know the whole story… why don’t you fill us in on the whole story then? [/color]

’Shawn Ashlocke: [/b] Well, frankly, it goes back to when I first started in EWE. The Xplosion GM, Roddy Piper, lured me in under the guise of a main event push. He said that the title shot at the upcoming Pay Per View would be mine, if I would jump ship to EWE. I did… and the title shot went to someone else. As did the one after that. And successively more and more. Now that the contract was signed, I was being thrown to the back burner, cause I had no way out of the contract, so they didn’t really NEED to keep their word. [/color]

JD: [/b] Well, that’s a pretty dodgy situation, but where does Ceno come in?

’Shawn Ashlocke: [/b] Back in UKW… Chris Ceno was a bottom-feeder. He was in the development territory, couldn’t even get airtime. Guys like him were there as cannon-fodder… inspiration for verbal warfare. Easy pickings. I won’t mix words about this – he was the bottom of the barrel. If the company had any financial problems, he would have been the first to be cut. He was a nobody. But now, I come to EWE… and he becomes a 2-time champion, while I’m not even given a SHOT! It’s a travesty. I’ve beaten almost every big name there is to beat, but I don’t get a shot… Ceno couldn’t beat half those guys, but he becomes champion. [/color]

JD: [/b] Really though… it’s not his fault you didn’t get the shot? Would it not make more sense to take that out on the staff? [/color]

’Shawn Ashlocke: [/b] You’re right… it’s not his fault that I didn’t get my shot. It’s his fault that he ran his mouth about it. Every single time I see that guy, he’s riding on his high horse bragging about all his accomplishments, and how he thinks he’s surpassed me, simply because he has his head up the right people’s asses. Hell, he even claimed he was going to be King Of Xtreme, until my partner and I put a stop to that. [/color]

JD: [/b] So… all of that was just to put him in his place? To knock him down a peg, so to speak? [/color]

’Shawn Ashlocke: [/b] Mostly… I mean, there’s also the fact that I’ve just never much liked the guy, but yeah, it was primarily about showing him where he stands in the pecking order. [/color]

JD: [/b] Yet, it seems to me, that losing the tournament and taking a baseball bat to the stomach would have done that… yet you went on, after the match was over, to put him through the table anyway. I mean, your partner had already won. Your message was sent. [/color]

’Shawn Ashlocke: [/b] You can’t understand where I’m coming from JD… there’s something unique about putting someone through a table. Sure, you can hit somebody with a bat… a chair… a garbage can… they all do the trick. But to put someone through a table is an entirely different experience. The sound of the wood splitting suddenly, the splinters flying, the collapse WITHIN a collapse, of a broken body falling between chunks of the wood… it’s an invigorating… almost visceral experience. [/color]

JD: [/b] Okay, please tell me I’m misreading something here… are you trying to tell me you did this all… because you enjoy it? [/color]

’Shawn Ashlocke: [/b] I most certainly do. But, as simple as that sounds, that’s not all of it either. By no means should this be interpreted as simply the amusement of a twisted and violent man… the entire EWE roster, and especially its staff, should look upon what happened to Chris Ceno as a cautionary tale. For far too long, I have been heald below the proverbial glass ceiling… forced to watch as mediocrity is rewarded, and I simply will not stand for it any longer! Starting last Saturday at Showdown… and continuing until I finally get what is mine, nobody is safe. Anyone who is given what was denied me, anybody who is unfit to be where they are in this company is a marked man. Chris Ceno got just a little taste of it on Showdown… and at King Of Xtreme, he’s going to have the misfortune of being locked in a cage with a man who dispises every thing he stands for. A man who wants to see him suffer. A man whose entire motivation for justice serves as a crosshair right in the middle of his fucking head. Chris Ceno will be the first of many…. And until the EWE staff gives me the respect I deserve, the bodies will keep piling up. Chris Ceno’s blood, and the blood of all those who will follow him… is on their hands. [/color]

Suddenly, JD, a man who makes his entire living by having something to say in any situation, is left speachless. He takes a moment to recover, swallows hard, and does the only thing I can think of. [/i]

JD: [/b] So… we’re here, once again, with Shawn Ashlocke, EWE Superstar… we’ll be back with more after these messages. [/color]

JD hits a button to cut to a commercial. He takes off his headset and flees the room in a hurry, leaving Shawn to sit there, contemplating. After a few minutes, the studio door opens again, and JD comes back in. He sits back at his chair, and re-hits the same button again to come back from the commercial. The station jingle plays, giving him time to get back into his headset. This time, JD is prepared… this interview, he believes, is back in his hands. [/i]

JD: [/b] Welcome back… we’re here, as before, with EWE Superstar Shawn Ashlocke… Shawn, I have a question for you. Do you feel even the slightest remorse for your involvement in the King Of Xtreme tournament? I mean, some could argue that Chris Ceno may well have been on his way to becoming King of Xtreme, and may have… if not for you. What do you have to say to that? [/color]

’Shawn Ashlocke: [/b] Listen JD… let’s cut the shit and get right down to the point. Just come right out and say what you wanna say. When you talk about what might have happened, if not for me, it sounds kind of like a reference to fate, wouldn’t you say? Like it was Ceno’s destiny to win K.O.X, and I robbed him of that? [/color]

JD: [/b] Yeah, that’s more or less what I’m saying. [/color]

’Shawn Ashlocke: [/b] But, if you believe in fate, then you are accepting that life has a pre-determined track, that things happen the way they were ‘meant’ to happen. So therefore, if I was able to get involved in the match… then it was MY destiny to be part of it. You see, there is no picking and choosing which parts of a set of beliefs you want to apply. If you believe in fate, you believe in fate… and that’s that. Therefore, there never WAS any ‘without me’. He never COULD have been KOX if not for me, cause there was never going to BE a match without me. You see something, JD, I’m no different than death… or a jahova’s witness showing up on your door step during dinner, or right as you get in the shower. I’m just one of those facts of life people need to learn to accept. There is no ‘without Ashlocke’… and guys like Chris Ceno need to get used to it. [/color]

JD takes a deep breath. [/i]

JD: [/b] Alright, let’s take a look at that, shall we? Shawn, it seems over these last few years, your attitude has changed an awful lot. [/color]

Sensing what’s coming, Shawn looks to the large plexiglass window, to see Jessica, sitting outside, looking worried. She also knows what’s about to happen. [/i]

JD: [/b] You’ve turned your back on the fans that made you…[/color]

’Shawn Ashlocke: [/b] Don’t…[/color]

JD: [/b] You’ve grown into this self-centered ‘fuck everybody else, it’s all about me’ attitude…[/color]

’Shawn Ashlocke: [/b] I’m warning you… don’t say it. [/color]

JD: [/b] You’re living in mansions, riding in limos, and looking down at everyone around you…[/color]

’Shawn Ashlocke: [/b] …. don’t… fucking… say it. [/color]

JD: [/b] I can’t help but think this is all tied into your divorce from Trinity. [/color]

Ashlocke snaps. He reaches across the table, and hits the button JD used to cut to a commercial. He grabs the other man by the hair, slamming his head into the desk and grabs the headset off his head, wrapping the cord on it around his neck. A sick twisted smile crosses Shawn’s face… the kind he normally only gets when his twisted alter-ego, Kymera, comes out to wreak havoc on unsuspecting victims. [/i]

’Shawn Ashlocke: [/b] I warned you… I FUCKING WARNED YOU! You piece o’ shit, you just HAD to keep pushing my buttons! [/color]

He uses the cord to lift the DJ off the table, and off the ground, slamming him into the shatter-proof plexiglass. His head bounces off as he falls, unconscious, to the floor. Shawn just brushes himself off and heads to the door, walking out to see Jessica standing there, stunned. Shawn looks at her, still enraged. [/i]

’Shawn Ashlocke: [/b] THIS… is why I DON’T… DO… INTERVIEWS! [/color]

He storms out of the room, slamming the door behind him as the scene fades to black. [/i][/center]

[Shawn Ashlocke]

SCENE 2: Corrupting An Innocent – Part I

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Backstage at an EWE House Show, we open once again in the locker room of the greatest tag team in EWE history, The Exiles – Shawn Ashlocke and Cameron Hayden. At one end of the locker room, which may seem small, but is actually quite luxurious as far as locker rooms go, is a small half-bathroom. Behind a small sliding door separating it from the rest of the room is the toilet, offering it some privacy, while the sink and other washroom fixtures are just outside the door. The set up is similar to those at makeup tables in theaters – a huge mirror, surrounded by round lighting fixtures, a marble counter top sitting over a series of drawers; the only difference is that there’s a large sink in the middle of the counter. We cut back to the other side of the room and see the door open as Cameron Hayden walks into the room, wearing a close-fitting black t-shirt and baggy pants with a backward baseball cap. Almost as if on cue, Shawn Ashlocke steps around the corner and into the bathroom-type area, standing in front of the mirror and adjusting the collar on his shirt. His hair is slicked back behind his ears, he’s got his expensive white gold watch that he hardly ever wears on his wrist, and he’s absolutely beaming. He hasn’t seemed this happy in months.

Cameron Hayden: [/b]Hey Shawn… what’s up? You look like you just won the lottery…[/color]

There’s a pause for a moment as he remembers who he’s taling to.

Cameron Hayden: [/b]Okay, you look like what a NORMAL person would look like if they just won the lottery. [/color]

Shawn picks up a small bottle of expensive designer cologne and dabs on a bit around his neck and chest.

Shawn Ashlocke: [/b]Well, Cam ol’ boy… I’ve got a date tonight, remember? [/color]

Cameron Hayden: [/b]Oh god… the Kelly thing? [/color]

Shawn Ashlocke: [/b]Mhmm…[/color]

Cameron Hayden: [/b]Dude… I didn’t think you were serious. [/color]

Shawn Ashlocke: [/b]Oh? And why not? [/color]

Cameron Hayden: [/b]Dude… she’s only 18. [/color]

Shawn Ashlocke: [/b]Oh Cam Cam Cam…[/color]

Shawn walks across the room, shaking his head, and places a hand on his partner’s shoulders. [/i]

Shawn Ashlocke: [/b]Did you really think I was going to keep hitting on 16 and 17 year olds forever? [/color]

Hayden lets out a sigh, as Ashlocke snickers a bit, clearly joking about the last comment. [/i]

Cameron Hayden: [/b]Shawn, you’re a twisted guy, ya know that? [/color]

Shawn Ashlocke: [/b]What can I say? I fail to see the point of bothering with women my own age, since they’re all so damn jaded and bitchy… younger girls… I dunno, they have this whole different life to them. A kind of, energy. I love it… and besides, it’s not like she isn’t legal. [/color]

Cameron Hayden: [/b]…In about half of the states. [/color]

Shawn Ashlocke: [/b]So? I just make sure and get in some… quality time… before we hit Nevada, where’s the problem? I mean, what’s the worst that could happen? [/color]

Cameron Hayden: [/b]Ummm… multi-millionaire with middle-class 18 year old girl? Gee, I dunno. You’ve never heard of gold diggers? [/color]

Shawn Ashlocke: [/b]Oh, come on dude… you saw how much she freaked when she saw us. Trust me, she cares far less about my money than she does about just being in our presence… you gotta remember, she’s totally new to all this. She’s star-struck. [/color]

Cameron Hayden: [/b]And when that wears off? [/color]

Shawn Ashlocke: [/b]Again… watch how she looks at me… I don’t exactly think the fame is her main motivation either, if ya know what I mean. [/color]

Shawn gives a cocky little wink. [/i]

Cameron Hayden: [/b]Whatever… just make sure you keep an eye on her. A girl like that, a guy with the kinds of resources you have… it’s only a matter of time before her mind starts wandering and she starts thinking about how much she could buy with half your money. [/color]

Shawn just laughs. [/i]

Shawn Ashlocke: [/b]Dude! It’s not like I’m gunna marry her! Christ… you straight edge punks and your lack of a sex drive. I don’t get you, man. [/color]

Cameron just looks at the table in the living room area, where Shawn left a half bottle of vodka and an open bottle full of his mood surpressor meds. [/i]

Cameron Hayden: [/b]Yeah… guess we’re just two very different people. Listen, just don’t let her cloud your judgment. Remember, KOX is a big night… for BOTH of us. I need you to make sure you’re thinking clearly. [/color]

Shawn Ashlocke: [/b]Alright, alright… calm down. Listen, this aint high school… I aint 14… it’s not like I’m gunna go all googly-eyed and forget that everything else matters… go… I dunno, hit a rave, or whatever you edge kids do to relax, and don’t worry… I got everything under control. On Sunday, I’ll be in PERFECT condition to wrestle Ceno, okay? [/color]

Ashlocke heads for the locker room door and pulls it open, stepping outside and turning back to say one last thing before he leaves. [/i]

Shawn Ashlocke: [/b]But for tonight… I get to wrestle Kelly instead. [/color]

And with another twisted, depraved wink and grin, Shawn closes the door, leaving Cameron with his head shaking in confusion as we do a dissolve to later that night. We are looking into the lobby of a hotel, pretty posh looking, but still nothing compared to the sort of exquisite locale’s we’ve seen in Ashlocke’s last few promos. Shawn walks in with Kelly under one arm, as they’re laughing about something that must have been said before hand. She’s wrapped up in a long black coat, obviously far too big for her which we can only assume, from the snow visible on their shoes, Shawn lent her because she was cold. The two walk over toward the elevators, obviously having had a good time, since neither can seem to stop smiling. As they get there, Kelly turns to face him. [/i]

’The New Interviewer’ Kelly: [/b]I… had a really great time tonight, Shawn. You really know how to charm a girl. [/color]

She says, almost seeming to become a little shy, which is odd for someone in her line of work. Shawn just smiles. [/i]

Shawn Ashlocke: [/b]Well, it’s been really fun. Hey listen, there’s something I wanted to ask you about. [/color]

’The New Interviewer’ Kelly: [/b]Yeah? [/color]

Her face lights up in anticipation. [/i]

Shawn Ashlocke: [/b]Well, you were mentioning how you were looking for somebody to help you out with some wrestling training, and I was thinking…. You know, I AM working with some of the other new talent, you know, running some classes, and I’d really like to see you down there one of these days. You know, I think I could squeeze you in for a few… personal tutoring sessions. [/color]

Kelly’s smile grows until she’s beaming, from ear to ear. [/i]

’The New Interviewer’ Kelly: [/b]Wow! Really? You’d do that for me? [/color]

Shawn just kind of shrugs casually. [/i]

Shawn Ashlocke: [/b]Well, ya know… It’s kinda my job now. [/color]

He snickers a bit, trying to pass it off as being a purely professional decision. [/i]

’The New Interviewer’ Kelly: [/b]Wow, um… okay. I’ll be there. [/color]

She grins nice and wide, and then seems to grow shy again. There’s clearly something she wants to say, but she doesn’t dare. [/i]

Shawn Ashlocke: [/b]Well… We should definitely do this again sometime. [/color]

’The New Interviewer’ Kelly: [/b]For sure… I can’t wait. Oh, I suppose you’ll be needing your jacket, huh? [/color]

She says looking down toward the ground, still not going to remove it, as if she’s unsure what he’ll say. [/i]

Shawn Ashlocke: [/b]Well, ya know… it is a tad chilly out there. [/color]

He says with an obvious smile, clearly enjoying seeing her get so nervous. [/i]

’The New Interviewer’ Kelly: [/b]Well, I mean… that is… unless… you wanted to come up for a bit? [/color]

Shawn gets a sinister, yet somewhat charming grin. [/i]

Shawn Ashlocke: [/b]Ya know, Kelly? …I think that might just be the best idea I’ve heard all night. [/color]

As if on cue, a “ping” sounds and an elevator door opens, with an old man in a suit stepping out of it. The two turn and walk in as the door closes once again, and the scene fades out.[/i][/center]

[~Mr. Can Charisma~Blue Panther]

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