Post by smraye on Jan 29, 2016 1:24:25 GMT -5
Prologue-Highlights
"AND I also find it funny that there are also those who don't get the One Man Militia moniker... It simply means this... I am a one man army... ANYONE who has followed my eighteen year long career would see HOW and WHY that is what I am... I have put my body through MORE HELL... AND ENDED MORE careers than ANYONE especially in EVPW can EVEN DREAM of doing... AND why did I do that... SOMEWHAT for the MONEY... SOMEWHAT for the FAME... BUT MOSTLY because at the time... I THOUGHT it was what the idiot, blood sucking leeches that paid their hard earned money to watch DESERVED to see... Now over the last couple of years... I have seen those same parasites change their taste... They went from LOVING pure wrestling to HARDCORE, BLOODY brawls... Then they went from that to these RETARDED MOTHER FUCKING GIMMICKS... These mother fucking bastards started to get erections over the stupid ass names and dancing fucking clowns..."
EVPW-Decimation 2013
"The world Genesis has a root in Latin and Greek culture... The world means different things to both... The Latin root is either generation or birth while the Greek boils down to an origin or source..”
EVPW-Genesis 2013
“You know I once thought I was here to save professional wrestling... To bring WRESTLING back to a place overrun by demons and devils alike... To bring the REAL art of wrestling back to a place that has seen so many people who relied on gimmicks, lackluster maneuvers, and weapon shots to get by… But then I realized that was not my mission… I am not here to SAVE PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING.... I am here to… KILL it."
Various Promotions-2013
"YOU can bet your mother fucking ass I'm a GOD DAMN legend... I have kicked more ass and taken more names than anyone else can EVER say they have... And what do I have to show for that? I am the LAST OUTLAW... I am the last REAL wrestler this business has left... And ALL I have to show for all my BLOOD, SWEAT, and TEARS... Is a dying industry... Being the last of a dying breed... It's NOT PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING anymore... It's SPORTS ENTERTAINMENT... It's SPORTS ENTERTAINMENT that is killing this business... I can't believe my predecessors... Retired and died from the business and passed the torch to a bunch of SNOT NOSED PUNKS... That have no respect for those that came before... Those who paved the way for them to get into this ring and rub on each other's GOD DAMN NUT SACKS..."
Various Promotions-2012
Ms. Morna smiles, but Lizzie's joy is short lived as from out of nowhere Bella lashes out with a spear that sends both her and Mr. Oakley through the glass wall and to the floor outside. Pyro laughs as he looks at the carnage around him, blissfully unaware of the person who is crawling out from under the ring from the other side. SM Raye, kendo stick in hand takes the opportunity given to him to catch his greatest rival unaware. The Courier of Controversy quickly as he can scales the ladder and sneaks up behind Chris. *SNAP* The wooden weapon wraps around the top of Pyro's skull. The Dark Jester crumbles on the platform. Raye tosses his weapon down and it sharply catches Scally between the legs, the Aussie rolls away and cups his sensitive area. The Franchise bends down and tosses the limp body of Pyro on his shoulders before making his way to the ledge of the platform.
JP: “What is that sick man going to do now? Hold on he is on the edge looking down... Don't do it Raye! I understand you want to avenge your children's suffering, but don't do this!"
Ray White: "YEAH! DON'T DO IT! NOT MY CHRISSY-POO!"
The Franchise dives off the platform with Pyro going along for the ride, guiding his rival's head toward his knee the second city wrestler slams down on his other knee. The Dragon of Sendai's head bounces off the outstretched limb and his attacker rolls away grabbing at the one that took the impact of the landing.
"RAYE JUST KILLED YOU! RAYE JUST KILLED YOU! RAYE JUST KILLED YOU!"
EVPW Genesis-SCW Death Match 2013
Act I: Ties That Bind
Date: 01/25/2016
Camera: On (Security Camera)
Ground Zero Wrestling Alliance’s newer signee and decades long veteran of the grappling arts SM Raye is sitting in the center of the ring he uses to train. The thirty-seven year old looks around at the empty training facility and takes in the moment of silence. It has been a long time since he has been here this early before training or sparring sessions and the solidarity is a peaceful break from the norm. He closes his baby blue eyes and enjoys the moment of silence burrows its way into his mind. The fabric of his shorts brushing against his leg lightly as he feels the warm air from the climate control flow from the vents.
His slow inhalation of breath is the only sound and it echoes against his ear drum for a moment as he crosses his legs. It is strange that even with the years absent from it, this spot still feels like home to the ring general. He rolls his neck for a moment before beginning to stretch his legs and arms. His moment of silent reflection is broken as he feels a familiar aura.
SM Raye: Hola Hermana.
Serai Leone, his sister-in-law/best friend, appears beside him and sits cross legged. A familiar smile on her face.
Serai Leone: Hola Hermano. Are you excited to be returning to the ring again? Feeling that adrenaline rush? ing to the ring? Feeling that adrenaline rush?
Raye just looks around for a moment.
SM Raye: So much more to give to the industry? Brooklyn said it.. I’m just wondering how much I do have left to give.. I mean I am thirty-seven years old. Been doing this shit for almost twenty years. Put my body through more Hell than anyone could imagine in that time. Japanese Death Matches for the first five. In and out of promotions that catered to that extreme as well. Motorcycle accidents.. You name it I’ve done it. Can say the same about the industry I have done it ALL.. Except one thing… And it’s that one thing I was always told you’re not good enough.. You’ll never get it.. You are that caliber, but you just can’t show the drive.
Raye’s baby blues slowly open.
SM Raye: What do you think?
Serai tilts her head slightly.
Serai Leone: When have either of us let the naysayers’ opinions affect us? Because that's all it is. That has always been our fuel. Our fire. It is no different now than it was then. You know this.
Raye looks up at the light.
SM Raye: Yes.. This I know.. But I’m much older than I was when that all started. From the first time I laced up my boots ‘til now I have followed the same line.. The same truths… The exact same beliefs. I have gone by many names in my time Rai.. But one name has always stood the test of time. One name rises above all the others…
Raye continues to stare at the light silently for a moment. Serai shakes her head in utter disbelief at what she's hearing.
Serai Leone: And I'm not the sixteen-seventeen year old who paid nearly every dime I had to break into the business I was born into. I'm older than you but I'm not letting that keep me from laying the beatdown on Amanda's ass. Trust me on that. Just like you, I'm called by many monikers. I've lived up to them all proudly. Riot Control will be just another testament to prove that I'm just as dangerous now as I was in my youth. If not even more so.
Raye nods.
SM Raye: I’ve been twisting my sparring partners like pretzels since I retired Rai… Joking around I say Samiel is hard on his partners… Truth is I have been too hard on mine since that decision. But I can’t help, but wonder what if.. What if I am too old to get the job done? What if it’s true.. I am not meant to be in that type of spotlight… For the last few years all I have heard.. Is this... Why can’t you just be SM Raye? Everywhere I go… Why can’t you just be SM Raye?
SM licks his lips slowly as the old mindset begins to take take hold. Coming in like a growing storm his eyes gloss over for a moment.
SM Raye: Funny thing is the people who asked that question.. Some did know who and what Raye was.. Others have no idea… NO IDEA… The SM Raye they all begged for is not the one that they want in truth. They want ‘The One Man Militia’.. They want the monster who would drag people to Hell kicking and screaming… THAT SM Raye took no prisoners and didn’t care WHO got in HIS way… You know this better than anyone else.
Serai smirks evilly while she looks at her best friend. Her dark emeralds glowing with that familiar gleam.
Serai Leone: Yes I know him well. And you should already know what I'm about to say, don't you?
SM Raye: Depends.. I may or may not know.. Your mood dictates that.
He chuckles.
SM Raye: Sound it off.. This is the call.. Rise and revolution. It’s our time to change it all.. Rise and Revolution. Sorry I heard what IWA’s reunion show is going to use as a theme.. It’s stuck in my head.
He runs his fingers through his hair and smirks.
Serai Leone: We revolutionized this business. Now it's time to do it once again. Time to remind them who we are and show them that we are just as powerful now as we ever were.
He raises an eyebrow.
SM Raye: Eighteen years Rai. Eighteen years in April.. Hard to believe anyone can go that long. Yeah I took an almost five year sabbatical, but been training since I hung up the boots.
Serai Leone: So the fuck what? If Xion and B didn't think you still had anything to give, do you REALLY think that you'd be in GZWA? Or me for that matter? I've been in this damn business and MMA since my teens. Time after time, I've proven that age is NEVER a factor unless you allow it to be. In two months I'll be forty.
He nods listening closely.
SM Raye: Multi-person matches aren’t my strong suit.. Or did you forget Survive and Conquer two-thousand-eight? At least I believe it was that one. I don’t remember.
Serai Leone: Did you forget how far you made it in that match before you were eliminated? You were the underdog in that match and got further than anyone thought you would.
Raye looks at her with an ‘are you serious look on her face’.
SM Raye: I came out second to last. Automatic final five spot.
He chuckles.
SM Raye: And then it took a jackass with a chair to eliminate me. I haven’t forgotten that much out of it. Some theorist I have heard said that APW did that to set the results. Some say it was cuz they were scared I’d win the whole damn thing from the position I came out in. Is it my fault I got that lucky draw from their own management? Is it my fault I was a veteran in a sea of rookies and untalented hacks? No… I have put more blood, sweat, and tears than anyone else EVER has in this business. You got any other points a view on that Hermana?
Serai Leone: Even more reason to wake these fuckers up. They've been sleeping on you for years. They want SM Raye? Then give them S. M. RAYE. The sickest, most calculating and sadistic son of a bitch to ever step foot in the ring. You know we can't have Diabla, the Angel of Death without him. Imagine all of the fun we will have. No reins holding us back. No lines to toe. No restrictions. We are finally FREE to raise Hell. Are you really going to pass up an opportunity like this?
Raye taps his chin with his index finger pondering the question for a moment.
SM Raye: I’ve been called many things.. I’ve said many of those about myself, but the fact of the matter is this… At GZWA’s Riot Control.. Only one man or woman can walk out after the dust settles with their head held high… One one man or woman can look at everyone once it is said and done and say.. ‘I did it’...
Those baby blues shine brightly for a moment as a sicker smirk grows on his face.
SM Raye: Funny thing about demons Rai.. As the world should always know.. They travel in packs…
Serai Leone: That is true. Something you want to tell me Hermano?
Raye smirks and snaps his fingers and the stereo strangely turns on.
“A company always on the run... A destiny towards the rising sun… I was born.. A shotgun in my hands. Behind a gun.. I’ll take my final stand…”
Raye snaps his fingers again.
SM Raye: Answer your question?
Six individuals suddenly appear behind him all in riot gear and their faces covered. The look in their eyes is pure intenseness. Serai smirks looking at each of them showing no sign of fear in her eyes.
SM Raye: At Riot control.. I’m entering the main event and I am going to burn through everyone I need to.. Eighteen years I have been denied that which I am due… In the Riot Match.. I’m going to show these rookie and so called veterans what it REALLY means to start a riot… The dust settles at the end of that night.. Rise or fall.. I still stand above them all… Once the dust settles and the smoke clears… I WILL be leaving Riot Control as the NEW GZWA WORLD CHAMPION… One way or the other.
Serai smiles darkly as her entrancing emeralds twinkle mischievously. Haunting laughter filling the air.
Serai Leone: Now that is the Hermano I know. He's baaaaaaccccckkkkkk…..
Raye smirks.
SM Raye: Oh you KNOW it...
Act II: Nightmares and Dreamscapes
Date: 12/24/1985
Camera: Off
A six year old boy stares at himself in the mirror as blood slowly trails his lips and down past his chin before dripping onto the floor.A pair of ripped jeans, a black t-shirt, and a run down pair of shoes is how he is ensembled. He stares at his reflection as tears follow the same path from those haunting baby blue eyes. A thousand questions flood his young mind rapidly shifting from one subject to another, but one answer exits his lips.
Sebastian Raye: I hate him…
A soft voice calls to him from the bathtub behind him. A voice that has been the calm in the storm that is his life for the last six years. As his father rages on in the front room Drunk again and irately yelling at the baby girl crying in the back bedroom those baby blues slowly turn towards the source of the docile tones.
Rebecca Sullivan: My sweet little angel. Don’t say that.. Your father is just sifting through a lot of self doubt and regrets. A lot of self anger and with him drinking he doesn’t know how to filter it out. It’s ok.
The young woman speaking places her hand on his cheek as she smiles brightly. A ray of light in this dark cloud of days. Moments like this make the young man wish he was grown up enough to be able to stand toe to toe with the man who has made him miserable for his short stint on this earth. Try as he may young Sebastian cannot think of a happier time. At the age of two years old he witness his father being forced to retire from wrestling after a freak accident left his spine mangled beyond repair. Since that day the now six year old has visited the hospital twice for a broken nose, three times for a broken arm, and three times for bruised or cracked ribs. The explanation behind those were that he walked into a door or fell down the stairs.
Sebastian Raye: Why Dad so mean?
The question exits his lips as the replay of his last hospital visit plays in his mind. His mother explaining that he fell down the stairs. A blatant lie to protect the man she loved, there were no stairs in that house, but there is nothing that can change the trust and love the young boy has for his mother. Those baby blue eyes train on hers for a moment.
Rebecca Sullivan: Focus on me Love.
There is a sudden pounding on the door.
Samuel Sullivan: OPEN THIS MOTHER FUCKING DOOR! YOU WHORE!
Sebastian jumps and stares wide eyed at the door.
Rebecca Sullivan: Focus on me.
The young man’s eyes slowly turn back to those of his mother’s.
Rebecca Sullivan: That’s it my sweet boy. It’ll pass.
Samuel Sullivan: I SWEAR TO GOD I’M GOING TO KILL YOU BITCH! YOU THINK I’M GOING TO LET YOU TAKE EVERYTHING FROM ME?!
As his father slams into the door with his shoulder Sebastian jumps again. His mother whistles lightly.
Rebecca Sullivan: It’s ok Love. He’ll calm down as soon as he puts himself to sleep.
As the words exit her lips the door suddenly flies open after a vicious kick.
Rebecca Sullivan: SAMUEL! What the Hell?! Can’t you see you’re scaring him?!
The anger in his father’s eyes causes the young man to take a couple steps back.
Samuel Sullivan: YOU’RE THE ONE TURNING MY SOLDIER INTO A BITCH! AND NOW YOU THINK YOU CAN RUN OFF AND TAKE MY KIDS! FUCK THAT!
Rebecca rolls her eyes.
Rebecca Sullivan: What are you talking about?!
Samuel throws an open envelope towards the tub.
Samuel Sullivan: YOU’RE TALKING TO A DIVORCE LAWYER! YOU LYING CHEATING BITCH!
Rebecca’s eyes open wide as she stares at the envelope. It is rare that Samuel ever beats her to the mailbox, but of all days for him to do it.
Samuel Sullivan: TALK YOUR WAY OUT OF THIS ONE! YOU’RE CHEATING ON ME AND PLANNING ON LEAVING ME AREN’T YOU?! YOU WHORE!
Rebecca looks at her son and then turns back to his father as she slowly raises from the tub.
Rebecca Sullivan: Sam.. You’re too bitter.. You’re too violent.. Our son doesn’t need that.. Our daughter doesn’t need that. I don’t need it. You promised that’d you’d change and never touch any of us like that again. You lied to us..
Samuel Sullivan: I LIED?! I LIED?! TIL DEATH DO US PART REMEMBER?!
Without further warning the young man is forced to watch his father grip his mother by the throat and slam her spine first against the tub.
Samuel Sullivan: I’LL KILL YOU! I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!
Sebastian grabs his father’s leg and attempts to pull him off his mother, but is quickly and violently shoved away and his head smacks the mirror. The mirror shatters and rains down into the sink. Samuel slams the back of Rebecca’s head into the tub hard.
Samuel Sullivan: TURN MY SON ON ME?! YOU FUCKING WHORE!
Sebastian agains to try to pull his father away from his mother, but again to his horror he is pushed away. Wide eyed he hears the sound of bone cracking as his father slams his mother’s head repeatedly into the tub.
Sebastian Raye: MOMMY!!!!
His father grabs him and pins him to the wall.
Samuel Sullivan: YOU SEE HER?! THAT’S WHAT SOME BITCH WILL DO TO YOU IF YOU LET HER! YOU ARE A SULLIVAN! YOU ARE NOT SOME LAP DOG TO SOME WHORE! YOU GOT THAT?!
Sebastian nods shaking and terrified. His baby blue eyes filled with tears and his lip quivers as he stares at the woman looking blindly from under the water. The once clear liquid turns red quickly and spills out onto the floor. He sobs lightly.
Samuel Sullivan: STOP THAT! YOU CAN’T LET THAT BITCH WIN! WOMEN WILL BE YOUR UNDOING IF YOU LET THEM! DON’T!
Sebastian watches as a police officer bolts into the room and takes his father into custody. At six years old he does not quite understand the finality of this moment, but he does know that this one moment will shape his entire life.
Act III: Vintage Speaking
Date: February 5, 2016
Camera: On
The camera feeds backstage midway through the GZWA Riot Control event revealing SM Raye standing leaned against a way with seven people. While six have their faces covered by skeletal mask and their bodies covered completely in black body suits, the seventh is none other than his sister-in-law/best friend Serai Leone. The look on her face is one of pride and viciousness while the visage of Raye is twisted into a venomous smirk. He stares daggers through the camera and licks his lips.
SM Raye: Riot… A violent disturbance of the peace by a crowd… To take part in a violent public disturbance… Control… The power to influence or direct people's behavior or the course of events… To determine the behavior or supervise the running of… Two words that cannot be more separate from one another, but at the same time seem to coexist better than any others… A riot can control everything from the political aspect to the daily routines of most men and women while control in an of itself is what many of us as human beings lack. A prime example is the main-event tonight. Carnage the reigning champion has no control over the riot that this match is set to be. It is set so that there is no way he can truly control the outcome of this bout. There are so many other men and women in this bout that there is little to no chance that he will REMAIN champion once the dust settles… EVERYONE in it is hungry and willing to do ANYTHING to come out on top…
Diabla nods in complete agreement with the words flowing from her best friend’s mouth. She allows her full luscious lips to curl into that oh so familiar seductive smile.
Diabla: You are oh so right Hermano. You don't mind if I have a few words to share with our ‘champ’ on your behalf, do you?
Raye shakes his head.
SM Raye: Do I ever?
Diabla: Gracias Hermano.
She turns towards the camera and licks her lips as she runs her hands down her body.
Diabla: Hello, hello.. Is this thing on? Good. Carnage, Carnage, Carnage. Looks like you have gotten yourself into quite a predicament, huh? Tsk tsk tsk. What a shame. Seems like you've gotten yourself on B’s bad side. NOT a good place to be, amigo. Because not only have you pissed her off, you've managed to piss off X. Pissing them off pisses me off. Which puts you on the execution list. Bad. Move. You see, I've been watching everything long before B and X asked me to come here. Can't say that I was too impressed with you or your work. My youngest four could do better and they're three-four years old.
Raye nods and lets a chuckle escape his lips.
SM Raye: I’ve been doing my homework as well. And no one in this Riot Match really lives up to the hype. CM Punk… A man I was told multiple times I was nothing more than a cheap imitation of cannot do a thing without his precious Straight Edge Society… You got so many stables here in GZWA that it amazes me that so few people can do the job on their own. And half of those stables will be involved in the main event.. X seems to be really wanting to test the waters from what I am seeing… I mean how much blood can one drop in the ocean before the sharks comes to dinner? And he wants to either test his main man or see if someone is prepared to take his former throne… The landscape of GZWA is about to change… But these Lost Souls could never imagine how much so… An army of darkness is looming at their doorsteps and they are blinded by the glimmer of gold… True horrors are about to be unleashed.. A new saga is about to unfold. Now I can’t lie there is a mysterious group standing behind me and an extremely crafty woman to my right, but… Hermana have I ever really needed help once I set a goal for myself?
Diabla shakes her head.
Diabla: Never to my knowledge Hermano.. You're very capable of causing discord all by yourself. Not that I'm going to let you hog up all the fun..
Raye hugs her while softly chuckling again.
SM Raye: Oh and what fun would that be? Dragging GZWA to Hell in a handcart?
He licks his lips slowly as he turns back to the camera.
SM Raye: We’ve come to take lead in these dark times to spread a new world.. For now is the moment.. And we will be heard. Cock back the hammer.. The takeover has begun…
Diabla: Hahahahaha….welcome to Hell. Beat us if you can. Survive if we let you…
Raye lets out an vilely evil laugh of his own.
SM Raye: That is my saying damn it. But kudos for using it. Maybe it will make you even more famous than you already are, but I don’t know about you.. But I rather be infamous anyday.
Those baby blue eyes gloss over for a moment.
SM Raye: You mentioned we were FREE to do WHATEVER we want the other day right Hermana? As in we have absolutely NO leash holding us?
Diabla: That's right, Hermano. No strings.
Raye raises an eyebrow.
SM Raye: Oh really now? Hmm… No strings to hold me down… Ain’t that interesting?
Raye slowly lifts his arms out and turns his head towards his head towards the Heavens. Once his arms are fully extended he slowly lowers his head.
SM Raye: TONIGHT… You are looking at the next GZWA Champion. I don’t care who I have to bury to get to that title. I don’t give a rat's ass whether it be Punk, Carnage, or any other male or female competitor. TONIGHT… GZWA is going to witness the dawning of a NEW era… End of.. Point…
Raye shoves the camera away and it reveals graffiti on the wall. A hand of cards, a full house, consisting of Aces and Eights.