Post by graymalone on May 29, 2016 12:18:57 GMT -5
May 21, 2016
Moda Center....Portland, Oregon
NGW Vendetta
The Pre recorded scene opens inside of the Head Trainer's room of the NGW, in the backstage area. The trainer is working on the shoulder of Gray Malone, who is still in his wrestling gear, and has looked in better form, before. He winces a bit, as the trainer, raises his arm up over his head and holds it there.
Trainer: You fought the hold, which caused your muscle to strengthen and tighten. She had just enough pressure on it to cause you to black out from the pain.
He releases Gray's arm, and begins rubbing on it.
Trainer: Once you blacked out, your muscles relaxed automatically. With her pulling so fierce, and your muscles relaxed, there is definately a decent sprain in the shoulder. If she hadn't of let go when she did, you could have had a tear easily.
Gray nods and holds his arm, and shakes it out a bit.
Malone: Will it be okay if I have a match at the next Vendetta?
The trainer assesses him a bit, and then speaks.
Trainer: Give it some rest, a few days. Ice it up, and use a heating pad. A good mixture of both. I'll check it again, by the middle of the week to see if you can resume training. All signs point to yes though. You should be ready to go.
The trainer turns to the desk, and begins to fill some paperwork out, as screams are heard in the distant background. They both look up, and then look at each other. The trainer shrugs his shoulders and goes back to writing. But Gray knows better. He knows things others don't. He listens intently, but hears nothing else, off in the distance.
Malone: Am I good to go?
The trainer nods, and Gray opens the door, and heads out into the hall. A gang of people are rushing away from him towards the parking lot. Gray slowly walks in that direction. More people rush past him, as he slowly walks, holding his shoulder. He looks down the hall to the right where his opponent earlier shares her locker room with Gavin Grimes. He looks around to see if anyone is watching. Without looking at the camera following him, he speaks.
Malone: She deserves my respect. She humbled me, and I need to congratulate her for a well fought battle. Those fans out there enjoyed every minute of our match. I'll offer my hand in friendship, and that will be th.....
Sirens are heard in the direction the crowd was running in, further down the adjacent hall. Gray turns his head. Understanding dawns on his face, as he turns and looks at the door to Ashleigh's locker room........
It's wide open.
He knocks first, and gets no reply, so he slides in the door slowly, and stares at the scene while the camera enters. Tables knocked to the floor. Clothes and gymbags strayed everywhere. And blood. Blood splatters. A pool of blood.
Malone: What the fuck?
He turns and runs out of the door, and heads down the hall. The camera sees past him, as a group of people are at the back of an ambulance, as a female is loaded into the back of it. Malone stops as the trainer that was working on his arm jogs by in a hurry, with Devlin Scott. He stands by the wall, as he hears the trainer.
Trainer: Mr. Scott, they said she was beaten half to death. Face busted open in different areas. Said she isn't moving.
They hurry along, and Gray stops suddenly. The camera keeps going past him, and then stops to turn around looking for it's quarry. Gray has lost focus, his eyes looking up. He is up against the wall with tears coming down. He screams loudly....
Malone: NO! NOOOOO! TINA!!! TINA!!!!!
He looks down the hall, and goes to run toward the ambulance, but two arms grabs him. Corey Bull, and Damon Graves pull him into a room as he continues screaming. The last words heard before the door is closed, is Corey's.......
Bull: It's not her Gray!!! It's not her!!!
The scene fades to black.
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May 27th
Present Day
Chesapeake, Virginia.
A lone podium stands out front of the Malone estate. No NGW banners, no NGW officials. Just one podium, and a handful of reporters. Some of the reporters are known, paid workers of NGW.
Gray Malone walks across his front lawn, wearing black suit pants, black dress shoes, a lavender shirt, with a lavender and black mixed tie. He has gold rimmed sunglasses on. He walks up to the podium, and adjust the many microphones that are bunched together. ESPN, NGW, AWA, Elliance Radio, ect..have their microphones in front of him. Cameras start clicking at the superstar, and he places his hands on the podium. A few of the reporters jockey for questions, until he puts a hand up to quiet them.
Malone: Please, please, one at a time. Welcome to my compound. I decided to not fly back and forth from here and San Jose to give a pointless press conference, when I can do the same damn thing right here, from my own home. I see I am covered from NGW, so it looks like you guys will make a little more for this little conference, since you had to travel all the way here to the East Coast. You are welcome. Now as you all know, I will participate in the Main Event at Vendetta in San Jose, on June 4th. This is not a surprise to me, nor should it be a surprise to any of you that know me. Gray Malone is synonymous with the phrase...Main Event, is he not?
Agreement is heard within the crowd of reporters gathered before him.
Malone: What is surprising to me is that I am challenging for the Five Lakes Championship. In a triple threat no less with Shelley Silver, and the champion herself, Kenzie Rydell. Now that you all know what you are getting paid for, who has any questions?
He points to one of the NGW reporters in attendance, and awaits the question.
Reporter: In Portland, you had one hell of a match against Ashleigh Jericho, in what was the debut singles match for the both of you. Were you pleased with your performance, and did she surprise you with what she brought in the ring against you?
Gray nods to himself, and contemplates his answer before speaking.
Malone: First of all, I'd like to wish Ashleigh Jericho a healthy and fast recovery from that cowardly attack at the hands of Dirk Bentley. Whose match I may add will once again serve under mine for the second card in a row. Let's all be honest here. I hit Ashleigh with a whirlwind of punishment, did I not? I guarantee that when she talks about the match she had with me, she will tell you that she was in one hell of a fight. That is what it is all about for me, ladies and gentlemen. It's about the battle inside of that ring. It's about showing those fans what a true match is supposed to be about. She got hit with move after move from me, and she kept coming. She is a true fucking warrior in my opinion, and I can say that from first hand experience. She caught me in that crossface with pure precision, and I did everything in my power to get to that rope. But the lights went out, and she scored the victory.....fair and fucking square. She did not surprise me by her performance. I watched her tapes, and I knew she was undefeated for a reason. But I fear no human being in that ring, and I will fight anyone in the NGW, IPW or ALPHA RISING, so they choose to sign the dotted line.
Another reporter asks a question.
Reporter: Let us talk about your upcoming match for the Five Lakes Championship. Kenzie is on a nice little streak defending that title. Shelley Silver had a stellar performance against Gavin Grimes in Portland. What is your plan of attack in this triple threat matchup at Vendetta?
He runs a hand through his hair, and straigtens his glasses before answering.
Malone: I am in the Main Event at Vendetta, first and foremost, let's get that point across. My record here is now 0 and 2. One of those losses being a pathetic Battle Royal, in which Dean Judas was victorious. But let us analyze for a moment one clear thing. Dean Judas is hidden somewhere in the part of the card where the fans go and take a piss, or go and buy a fucking pretzel with a cup of cheese sauce, and a Diet Coke to watch their calories. Your boy, Gray Malone is challenging for the Five Lakes Championship in a triple threat match against Shelley Silver and the champion herself, Kenzie Rydell. These two women are great competitors in that squared circle, as they have proven with their past performances. Yet both of them lost to Gavin Grimes in the same night, in Portland, Oregon. I never lost to Grimes, as he decided to let his fiancee get the fame and fortune by stepping in there with me, instead of being the true champion he is, and answering my challenge.
Regardless of that, this is not about Grimes. This is about Shelley and Kenzie. Shelley, who is a bit of a mystery to me, except for the fact that she enjoys promoting her upcoming slasher film, instead of worrying about the massacre that will no doubt take place in San Jose at Vendetta. That's about the gist of what I know of this young woman, yet I plan on getting to know a whole lot more about her inside of MY ring. Kenzie on the other hand, I know a little bit more about. I know that she has no qualities whatsoever in what an Angel is, or what they portray. Because of that, she has sinned greatly, and she will be raised in the air for all to see, and skinned alive of her Five Lakes Championship by the Angel of Shadows. I know I am the third wheel to what may be a kind of dilemma between Shelley and Kenzie, due to the fact that Ms. Silver claims the title shot that Ms. Rydell got for Gavin's championship was in fact hers to claim. That may very well be true. But the fact of this here is that I have been entered in between them as the weapon. I can be used on either of them, yet it won't be by the others hand. I am a weapon with a conscience, and I will target anything that moves within those ropes. I will do this to claim my first victory in the NGW, and I will prove to the fans, and the fans alone, why these stupid corporate pricks placed me in the Main Event to begin with.
He ends his answer, and yet another question presents itself.
Reporter: Why do you have such a bad spot for the "Corporate" side of the NGW? They employed you did they not? They placed you in this Main Event after losing 2 straight. It is obvious they see something in you, and are giving you a shot, yet you still are against them?
Gray takes his sunglasses off and stares at the reporter.
Malone: I'm glad someone here has the balls to ask me a question like that. And look, it's a woman reporter. And even a further look, she is an employee to the very same corporate pricks she is asking about. Shall I clear this all up for you? Shall I clear it up for everyone here?
The same reporter interupts.
Reporter: Yes. We all want to know why you are against this establishment that is floursishing rapidly. Why are you hostile towards all of the superstars? Why did you attack Gavin in Portland during his match with your opponent, Kenzie? These are the questions we at the NGW want to know.
Gray nods.
Malone: I see. You want to know all of that correct? Before I answer, since it seems none of you are really here to hear me talk about this upcoming title match, is there any thing else you all want to know, so I can answer it all for you, and perhaps bring it to light? Because I got a fucking answer for you.
Anybody???
One hand goes up, and Gray acknowledges the lone reporter.
Reporter: I saw the video backstage in Portland after your match, much like everyone here, Mr. Malone. We all saw where you were, while Ashleigh Jericho was being attacked and rushed to the ambulance.
As the reporter talks, Gray's face changes. It becomes a face of stone as he knows where this man.....this snake....is going.
Reporter: I think I stand here asking, what we all would like to know collectively. Who is Tina?
As that name enters his ears, Gray closes his eyes for a moment. He puts his head down, and backs away from the podium for a moment. The group of reporters stare at him quietly, as flashes from cameras pop. This sound awakens him, as his eyes look to be moist, and slightly redder than they were a moment ago. He looks at them all, and then looks up to the sky. A few seconds go by, and he nods to himself. He steps back up to the podium and very carefully speaks.
Malone: It seems you have dug yourself a hole sir, and you have found the one question that has never been asked. Something that only a few know. So be it. You people want to poke and pry, and peel away trying to find the different layers of Gray Malone, and now you realize that each layer is darker, and darker. Here you have it. Write this shit down, video tape it, run and tell fucking Devlin Scott that you got what he wants. Use what you are about to hear in some pathetic promo video for this title match with two bitches that can't hold a cup to the water of greatness that flows within me.
He pauses and tries to stare into each and every one of their eyes. He peers into the cameras, trying to look directly into Devlin Scott's soul.
Malone: At one point in time, I was a married man. My wife's name was.....you guessed it.....Tina. I met her the same time I was recieving my training to do what it was that I always wanted to do. Fast forward to when we were married. She got pregnant, yet I was on the road with an independent promotion, for some promoter that wanted nothing more than to fill his fucking pockets off the backs of those of us that did what we did, for the fans enjoyment. I missed most of her months as a pregnant, soon to be mother. And yes....I missed the birth of my daughter. You see, I was green in the business. At the time, I was the only source of income, and THAT was used to this promoter's advantage. He didn't care about me or any of the others. He didn't care that my daughter was being born...no...instead all he cared about was the fucking steel cage match that I was to perform in that night...or else....I would have lost my job.
The reporters are staring at Gray. Some of them looking at each other uncomfortably. He speaks again.
Malone: My daughter became 2 years old. I spent as much time with her, and her mother. We were a happy family in the times I could be there. Yet the holidays were here, and I was needed to do two matches a night over the holidays....states away from them. The money was needed, so I had to do what I loved, for the girls that I loved. Christmas Eve came. Tina dropped my daughter off with her mother, so she could get her some gifts with the money I sent.
Gray pauses for a second, but fights through it.
Malone: The gifts never got purchased. Instead my beautiful wife came face to face with her end. She got murdered. She got beaten with a fucking crowbar across her face, and her ribs. Her head was opened up. All for the money I sent her to get our daughter some Christmas gifts. She was left there to fucking bleed to death.
He looks around at all of their shocked faces. A look of menace in his eyes for all of them.
Malone: I've lived with this for 12 years, while raising my daughter to the strong young lady she is now. In Portland, Oregon, when Ashleigh Jericho was beaten by that coward, the memories of my beautiful wife were awaken, and I lost complete control. When I saw Gavin Grimes perform that night against that pathetic bitch, Kenzie Rydell, all I saw was myself not fucking being there, as she breathed her last painful breath. So I attacked him in that ring, when in my mind I was attacking myself for being the most pathetic husband I could have been, for choosing a fucking promoter and his piece of shit wrestling promotion over what really mattered. Gavin should have been with Ashleigh. What if she breathed her last fucking breath???
A tear runs down Gray's face. Some of the reporters look away.
Malone: Don't you fucking look away from me. This is what you all wanted, so there you have it. Feed the corporate greed with that story, so they all know why I will continue to hunt them down, and destroy their creation brick by brick. I will not be stopped, nor will my army of fucking Angelz. Kenzie Rydell will lose this title, not by Shelley Silver. She will lose the Five Lakes Championship to the creature that you all see before you. The creature that was creative by corruption, and raised by Damage. The storm that no shelter can be sought from. Shelley Silver and Kenzie Rydell have entered an abyss the likes of which no light can be shined on ever again, and it was solely done by one Devlin Scott. Enjoy the fruits of your labor while you can Boss man. Two of your talent have days left in this business. That title that represents your company will soon be around the waist of the Angel that brings you no happy tidings. This is the beginning of eradication of the NGW, and when all is said and done, and every one of your precious championship titles, are in the hands of the Angelz of Destruction......only two beings will remain, Mr. Scott.
You and me. And you know what will happen then.
He shoves the podium down on the ground and walks away, as the stunned reporters quickly gather their things and walk away