2/10/14 - C&P - Robert Saints (c) vs TJ Codair

[WXW GM James Gibbs]

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World Heavyweight Championship

Chain Match

[Robert Saints]

The scene opens in historic Fort Wayne where Robert Saints is shown talking to someone who later is revealed to be none other than his tag team partner in Punk Saints, Chris Punk.

Robert: It’s good that you’ve got my back tonight against TJ Codair. Tonight the match is a chain match says GM James Gibbs so that means that we’re going to be chained to one another so not sure how exactly you’re going to be able to help me out there but just knowing that you’re in my corner is a help bro.

Chris: Yeah you will be chained together with him, but there are ways I could still get involved if needed. With the chain match you will be able to use that to your advantage.

Robert: Yeah you’re right about that because I’ll be able to use it as a weapon in order to hit him over the head with and I can also use it to choke him out and then drag his lifeless body back to the middle of the ring where I hit him with the Viper Cutter for the win.

Chris begins to smile.

Chris: TJ really doesn't know what he has gotten himself into tonight does he? He probably thinks that you are going to be some sort of push over those steps to the side when a challenger steps in to try and take that World Heavyweight Championship from you.

Robert: You know better than anyone that I’m no pushover and I’m not going to allow anyone including TJ to think that he can walk all over me in this match tonight because if he thinks that’s going to happen then he’s mistaken because I will use the chain as a weapon against him and make him see exactly why they call me the Viper.

Chris: You need to keep that fire pent up so you can let it out on him tonight. Be ready to show him that he doesn't want to mess with the Viper. Use him as an example to anyone and everyone in WXW that they don't want to step up and try to take that title.

Robert: That’s true and also if you can remember since he debuted here in WXW, he’s been a thorn in my side and we almost had an altercation at the Christmas Party if my brother Mark didn’t keep me restraint, I probably would have dropped him right there with the Viper Cutter.

Chris: I wasn't around at that time to remember it. But I heard you and some of the other guys talking about it. Yeah he has been a thorn in your side, and really everyone else that he has faced. Have you been watching his matches, in order to get yourself prepared for him?

Robert: I saw some of the matches that he had against my brother Phillip and my brother-in-law Angellus but I don’t really care to watch his matches because they’re boring, they put you to sleep so I just skip through them and see the usual moves that he does in succession and have been hitting the gym since it was announced that we’re facing each other so I can learn to either counter some of his moves or try to prevent them from being applied to me.

Robert sees a very attractive woman and tries to seductive talk to her but she ignores him.

Chris: Yeah you're right they are kinda boring. That is the time I usually take a bathroom break.

Chris and Robert both laugh.

Robert: I doubt TJ will like to hear you say that about his matches. He thinks that just because he was some big shot in another company automatically makes him one here in WXW. He forgot somewhere along the line that you have to work your way up to the top, it’s not just handed to you.

Chris: Why do you think that TJ has been such a thorn in your side? Why has he been against you and your family?

Robert: I think he’s been a thorn in my side because he’s jealous of the fact that I’m the WXW World Heavyweight Champion and that my family has actual power in this company unlike some of the other companies out there where there is no family power. He wants to dethrone the family so that him and his minions can rule the land, not on my watch as long as I’m still WXW World Heavyweight Champion, he won’t.

Chris: Yeah I agree that he is jealous of you and your family. I think also that he wants to make a name for himself so he seeks out the biggest person in the company...the WXW World Heavyweight Champion.

Robert walks away from where Chris is at to be by himself as the cameras follow him to a deserted alley.

Robert: TJ, You think that you’re going to make a name for yourself in WXW on my behalf, that’s not going to happen because I see through all the games that you play and that you think that others don’t. I’m not a simpleton like Phillip or Angellus because I was the one who came up with the mind games in the first place because you see I am the master of mind games so there’s no way that you’re going to be able to trick me in our match tonight and I’m going to hurt you with the chain that shackles us together because simply put I don’t like you and I’m going to end you and end your foolish dream of becoming the new WXW World Heavyweight Champion.

Chris Punk and two girls walk up to Robert, those turning out to be Kelly and Amanda.

Robert: TJ, being the world champion has some sweet perks like having two girls that love me and the best wing man, Chris Punk to watch my back because he knows that I always got his.

Robert puts his hands into each one of the girl’s back pocket and then they all walk away.

The cameras start to fade away as they are now out of the focus of the cameras.

The scene ends.

[TJ Codair]

The scene opens up as TJ Codair is seen listening to Billy Joel's Only The Good Die Young, as a smile is seen across his face. “I'd rather laugh with the Sinner's rather then cry with the Saint's, the sinners are much more fun..” As Codair's feet is seen on the table moving up and down with the beat of the song. The camera pans back, as a lit cigarette is seen in an ashtray and a beer is seen placed next to it.

“Something about this song, is just so much more appealing to me now a days. Maybe it's just this battle that is coming between me and The Viper. The base of this company is about to crumble and a new foundation is about to be laid because of this battle. Why am I so excited?

Codair turns off the music, and then looks at the camera.

“How do you protect yourself from a Viper's bite. You cut off it's head. Or due to the match, you choke his neck with a chain until it pops off.”

Codair takes his feet off the table and looks at the camera. Focusing in on it, he lights up a cigarette and takes a drag off of it.

“You know, when I came here, I set my sights rather high, my sights were set high because I know full well yes, I am a new wrestler here, still. 4 matches under my belt here, however all 4 have been victories, and the fourth one, well. Made me Number 1 contender for the World Heavyweight Championship. So looks like I get my wish, I finally find myself setting my cross hairs directly on you Robert, and to be honest, now you have the biggest challenge in your reign. You can't have your lackeys do the work for you. You can't have anyone take me on to test me out a bit more. This is just you and I, this is for the title you grasp onto so dearly. The one thing that fulfills you most. The one that secures who you are and why. The one thing that has truly made you the ass you have become. Fitting, how a Saint is going to fall to The Devil's own, truth be told. I'd have it no other way. You have a chance though, a slim chance at stopping me, however.,...”

Codair pauses for a moment, looking at the camera and takes a drag off his cigarette.

“Robert Saint's “The Viper”, Tenacious and arrogant as all hell, deserving however fact remains the same, hes in that ring against me. A man that has been called many things over the years. The Wolverine, The Massachusetts Wrecking Machine, A Darkrider, The Devil's Own.

“You know deep down inside that cold, calculative, cruel heart of yours that you do not stand a chance in hell taking me out. You have been ducking me at every turn as much as you could. However not this time. Your biggest Crime, is the crime that your a douche bag, your punishment is me taking that World Heavyweight Championship, hopefully at the cost of your pathetic life.”

Codair stops and glares into the camera.

“Look into these eyes, they are as cold and cunning as yours, however your eyes have something that mine don't. I see it, and everyone in that locker room knows it however fear keeps them from saying anything. Robert, your eyes have a certain attrition in them that begs for someone to be man enough to take you down. Robert, your tired, your beaten, your broken, you can't hold that title as high as you once could, and the reason being is this. You think your that much better then the rest of the world. Unfortunately for you, I know I am better then you. I know I am better then you in every shape and way. Hell I know you know this, I know your entire family knows this, hell all of the fans know it.”

Codair looks at the camera.

“Four matches, is all it took me to work myself into the position I am in now Robert, your going to be victim number five, and you will lose everything when that time comes. The tension must be getting to you by now, cause I know your not as cool as cucumber. Your nervous, and were praying to god that maybe Corey Bull would pull the victory out. Unfortunately, that never happened. The look of shear terror that probably came across your face when I hit the Broken Halo. Reality setting in, as the bats in the belfry come flying out when the funeral bell tolls. Your time is coming to an end real soon.”

“I know damn well he is sitting there watching this, watching every word, translating in that thick skull of his, and putting on a straight face, hiding the fear, hiding the angst. He needs to put up a strong front, at least to save a little face amongst his allies and family, yet they all know right now that there is a slim chance, Phillip and Angellus both have got to be in his ear trying to tell him where to strike me, and Phillip doing the bang up job on me already, there is a weakness that Robert can attack.”

“However pain, is a motivator in itself. You have enough pain, your mind slips a bit. How did I survive Corey with my ribs as rough as they are. Simple, you learn to numb out the pain. My back was against the wall and it knew it was a time to put up or shut up. I shut out the pain, forced myself through it, and gave the fans one hell of a match. A match the caliber it should be. A match where to battle hardened warriors step in and fight for their own notoriety. All it would have taken for Corey to put me down was one slip up on my end. One mistake,and it would have been over, he knows that. Hell he tried like all hell to put me down, but that was his mistake. He took on me in bad shape, and realized I am something more. A certain respect has been attained between me and Corey, one that you would never understand because the human side of your soul has decayed rapidly.”

A smile comes across Codair's face as he focuses in.

“I stand for everything you do not, I am everything that you are not and you despise it. You claim you want respect, but you are just a paper champion. You have not earned respect in a very long time. You want order, however all you have is a federation in chaos. Look at me.”

A devilish look comes across his face.

“I am Chaos, there for I thrive in it. Do I desire order, yes, but not yours. I am anarchy, because I am the guy that demands change and am willing to fight the entire company to get it. I am rage, because I am the guy that will accomplish whatever needs to by any and all means, to do so I have to go to that darkened part of the human soul to do so. That darkened part is where you currently reside, and it is a place I am all to familiar with. You sit high on your throne thinking that you are the best, that you are the right champion for this company. That false sense of security is going to come crashing down.”

A look of caution comes across TJ's face now, as he looks at the camera while rubbing his hands.

“I am just curious, before the match, can I sit in the throne and look over the landscape a bit, I am curious how it must all look from your point of view. Oh that is right., I can't stick my head up my own ass, so I can't see thing from your point of view.”

Codair snickers at his remark as he begins to speak again.

“I ain't the one that will bury his head in the sand and hope for the nightmares to go away, I ain't the guy that runs from danger, I am the guy that is causing the danger because that is what is needed. The fans have demanded it,the roster has demanded it, hell the man people who run the show have demanded it. They would have never put guys like me and Corey against one another for contender-ships for the two main titles. Ya know, I am just curious, what have you and Ryder done to warrant such an extreme action to have me and Corey face off against one another and contender-ships given to both competitors. Well I don't really know Andrew Ryder so I am guessing that is what he has done, and you Robert, I should have just knocked your head off at the Christmas party, however the wait was well worth it.”

“That would have been fun,maybe could have gotten this match sooner, however I was still brand new. Hell I am still brand new, fact is though, regardless of what is said by anyone in this company. I earned my spot. I took on one of the best this company has to offer and came out victorious, that in itself is an accomplishment in its self.”

“When I came into this company, I was never promised anything aside from good money. I was never offered anything, and I was quite fine with that. You know why I was fine with that, I believe in earning your spot, in which I have, and I dare anyone else to say I did not. You can name off any wrestler in the back past or present who would get in the ring against me and they would come out and say the same very thing. That they thought they were fighting the devil himself, you see I ain't no devil, but if there is anyone closely resembling him. The one thing about demon's Robert, is they possess the weak. They go after the any weakness, and to be honest with you Robert, my only weakness, is that I actually give a damn about legacy. Not your daddies legacy, or your families, but of the legacies of the hundreds of wrestlers that made there names tin every legitimate wrestling organization in the world. I care about that, and want to add my own. I want to show the world that yeah I am an old school tactician, however I have always had a new school appeal. You know why that is Robert. The one true thing that allows me to know that you will not survive our encounter. I can shoot with the best of em, I can break you down and tear you down quicker then you can lock in a hammerlock. I can tear down the foundation of this company, the core of you will. The core of this company has been you for how long, and what have you done for it? Aside from getting rich, and getting a giant head from it all.”

Codair shrugs and then holds his arms to the sides of him.

“I am a bastard, I fully admit that Robert, but unlike you. I earned that right. I earned the right to step up to anyone I feel that needs it and tell em how it is and why. I am the guy with enough class, and enough balls to do and say whatever the hell I want. Hell if I wanted to come to your little tag match and just jump in and pound the living hell out of you, I guarantee you that everyone would have hung back and gone, should we stop him? Hell even your partner would have been going he don't look like a World Heavyweight Champion.”

“For too long, people have assumed to be a champion, you had to walk a certain way, act a certain way, whatever.”

“I ain't the flashy type, I ain't a guy that tries to keep clean, I bust my ass. I don't think twice about my actions, I work, and I hurt people, I am what you would consider a social misfit. Not a lot of people want much to do with me, mainly because I say what I please and I am a bit of an asshole, much like yourself. However, I am the type of guy that has no problem defending that World Heavyweight Championship title that is around your waist now, but will be around mine in just a few days at every show, if they will allow me that opportunity. I am the guy that will make this title be the most wanted title in any federation, and I will help legitimize this company. Unlike you, yeah you carried the ball for how long, and it had to take me coming to this company and actually seeing you to actually know who the hell you were. To be honest, I never heard of you, and I thought I had seen and met almost every player in this business. So I started to watch you and realized why I never heard of you. Because you lacked the heart, and well talent to actually be in the position. The sad part is, you have had two time to actually prove you deserved to be the champion. Did you just get bored with it. Or is it that you just gave up caring because you felt that you have accomplished everything you needed to.”

Codair cracks his neck

“The sad part is, I kind of understand the position he is now, however I have learned from my past mistakes, I moved on, got better, got stronger, got more talented.”

“Robert, Survival of the fittest is the name of the game here, and to be honest you ain't fit, not no more. I have heard the stories of your rise to power, your rise to glory. I have heard how remarkable. However that title is poison to you, that title has completely twisted you into a blackened piece of shit, and it makes you do things that a man of your caliber should not have to do. Heavy is the crown, kind of thing. I understand that, however I sold my soul years ago, and to be honest with you. I want you to understand that I do not take this match lightly. I take this match as a fight for my life and my existence here in the WXW. Say what you will, however everything I have done, everything I said, all of it is leading to the moment you and I are staring each other in the eyes waiting for that ring bell. You will know fear, you will understand it at a level you never thought imaginable, at a molecular level. Your prior challenges were nothing compared to me, because none of them have the ring prowess that I do. None of them have what I got.”

Codair leans over and grabs the beer sitting next to the ashtray with the burnt out cigarette sitting in the ashtray. Codair takes a gulp off it. Codair looks at the camera.

“You know by now, you have got to be pacing around like a maniac, pissed off at the world, angry as all hell that I had the audacity to say what I have. This being a chain match, that should makes it just a bit more fun.”

Codair looks at the camera.

“You see, there will be no real mind games going on, and lets face facts. These supposed mind games of yours, much like your career have been lack luster at best. To say I have been disappointed at every turn when it involves you, is a bit of a lie. Disappointed is a understatement, but hell that I'm sure has been the case for a very long time with you, specially when it came to you daddy. I get the impression you been trying to gain acceptance from him for a very long time, and failed at every turn.”

Codair cracks his neck as he looks at the camera.

“I do gotta say, I love how you got your old lady involved with your little promo, did you have to get Punk to say things to keep you focused and on point, or did ya just have him run his mouth at certain times so it kept you from saying more things idiotic then you already have. See, what Punk does not know and probably has not seen yet is at the Christmas show, I punked you out. You backed off like a little bitch, and to be quite frank, you showed everyone in that locker room, that you are nothing more then a mere coward, specially when someone actually calls you out the piece of shit you truly are. Do I care about your legacy, due I care about the legitimacy of your title reign, no. What I do in fact care about is getting in that ring and beating you into a bloody pulp, like you so justly deserve. How many people have fallen victim to your tyranny?”

Codair just shakes his head in disbelief.

“Your a coward, a pathetic, piece of shit that plays games. Guess what, I don't play games. I don't fuck around, you know why. I am to old for it. Instead of me sitting around concocting some stupid thing to do, I am just going to come down and kick your ass. Don't worry buddy, we will be chained together, so that means your stuck with me until I decide to finish your ass off. So ya better gear up for an ass kicking of a life time. Now, when I do become the World Heavyweight Champion, I am sure it has its perks, but I for one don't need the attention of two little gold diggers such as you have. Provided, I am sure it is great, and fulfilling in every way shape or form, but to have two sets of women nagging you while your kicked back trying to relax, ain't my idea of a good time. I ain't one for additional head aches.”

Codair reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes and lights it up. He takes a drag off of it, and shakes his head.

“Robert, Viper, Worm, whatever you want to call yourself. You title reign ends soon, no amount of bullshit you have got up your sleeve is going to stop the inevitable, no matter what you say or do. Saint vs. Sinner, makes sense really. You think your better, and your looking to push your thoughts on me, push your belief that you are a far more superior wrestler then I am. However I know the truth, I knew the truth at Christmas, I knew the truth watching your waste of time promo. I imagine your cheerleaders are doing their best to keep you in high spirits, and thinking you can walk on water. However in the waiting hours until our match. The sense of dread that you feel. That is your decent into Oblivion. There is nothing you can say or do about it. You see, while you fall from grace, all your going to be thinking about is “Where did I go wrong?” Well Robert, I am sure if you ask the question loud enough, anyone outside your clique will tell you exactly how it is.”

Codair takes another drag off his cigarette and flicks his ashes into the ashtray.

“You don't intimidate me, you don't frighten me, you don't impress me. Do I think I am going to make a name for myself on your busted, beaten body. No, you see Robert, what I have already done, I have already made a name for myself, with out you. You are just the reward, getting to stomp you down and out is a perk, for being the guy that comes out and says who the fuck sucks around here. Sad part is, I think everyone listened the first time I said, and then the second, and the third. You know what the hell that is, that is respect. I don't have to demand it, I have earned it for years. I have earned it because I am one of the best in the world. You know why that is. Because I have worked for years earning it.”

Codair glares at the camera, then a sadist smile comes across his face.

“Oh, when the saint's go marching in, one by one, they all fall, oh when the saint's go marching in, they foolishly struggle and press on when they have already lost. Robert, you ain't no different from your siblings. You sure as shit, ain’t better either. Crime and Punishment, when it comes go time, I am going to rip your head off.”

Codair looks at the camera.

“For the feeble minded, that means, your looking at the New World Heavyweight Champion. Someone please translate that to The Viper for me.”

End of Scene