Griffin Hawkins [vs.] Jaxx Ryder

And be a juke box hero, got stars in his eyes
He's a juke box hero, got stars in his eyes
Yeah, juke box hero, stars in his eyes
With that one guitar, (stars in his eyes)
He'll come alive, come alive tonight...Whoa

Yeah, he's gotta keep on rockin', just can't stop
Gotta keep on rockin', that boy has got to stay on top

(OOC- The first scene is a dream sequence, not real)

~In the eyes of the wicked~

Betrayal...one thing that I have felt my entire life. From friends, from family, people who thought I could depend on, and people I had given my heart to. For the longest time I felt that things were finally going right in my life. I had friends, family, people to depend on, and people who would have my back no matter how hard things get.

.....The unthinkable has happened.

I lie on a table in a cold dungeon, dressed in only black jeans and boots. The moonlight peers through the barred windows. I look at the Moon..wishing I could escape and make my way to freedom. But I am bind by chains and cuffs. The shackles are buckled tightly on my arms and legs. I can't move from my prison...I am stuck here. The door opens, hopefully its food and water..I hadn't eaten in days. But the person is the man who brought me here..Alexander Remington.

A man who I thought was my friend...

Dressed all in black, he smiles down at me with evil glee. He is definitely enjoying himself. I wish I could break free from these shackles, get up off the table and rip his throat out, but I can't. He was definitely enjoying this.

Alexander Remington - How are you liking the accommodations Hawkins?

I turn my head to him, rage glowing in my eyes. I never felt this much hatred for someone in my life, and I had a lot of enemies. I really wished I could get up and show him how much I like my new surroundings.

Griffin Hawkins - Let....me....go.

Alexander Remington - Oh I'm afraid not..not until you meet a...special friend of mine.

What was he talking about? That was all I could ask myself in my head as I struggled to get free of these Chains off me, but they were so strong not even I could break these things. Just then through the door walked a familiar face. Someone who had had my back since day one and never left my side.

Tiffani Michaels.

The look on my face told the whole story. I looked like I had just seen a ghost as she just smiled as she came into the room. What could Remington had said to her to bring her to this? It was as if he had programmed her to be some kind of drone. In her hand looked to be a some sort of dagger.

Griffin Hawkins - Tiffani....no....don't do this...

My pleas fell on deaf ears as she took the blade and ran it against my chest. The blade cut my skin as I screamed out in pain. Alexander Remington looked on approvingly like a proud father as he watched what was now my ex best friend brutally torture me for his amusement. After the blade stopped cutting my skin, I glared back in anger at Remington, my gaze not leaving him.

Griffin Hawkins - You're going to pay! I swear on my life you're going to pay!

This was music to his ears. He really was enjoying this. He simply just laughed as he looked down at my helpless state.

Alexander Remington - I'm afraid all your words mean nothing now Hawkins. Or maybe Tiffani hasn't shown you the true extent of her real self. Tiffani..if you please..

Like a loyal obedient Dog, she takes the blade and runs it across my ribs. I scream even louder, hoping to God that this was some kind of nightmare..hoping for someone to help me.

No one could help me now.

Remington smiled an evil smirk as he turned away, Tiffani diligently followed. I couldn't stand to see this any longer. Tears streamed down my eyes as I shouted out for her to come back.

Griffin Hawkins - Tiffani please don't leave me here! Please don't go!!

I have no one now. No one here to save me and release me from my prison. It feels as if I had lost everyone and everything in my life. I continue to look upward at the ceiling as if I was calling for divine intervention.

Griffin Hawkins - Please God....please.....let me die....

I was left to my darkest hour.

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-Off Camera-

~*Loss*~

I sit in the living room of the home where I live in with Tiffani's sisters. It hasn't really been the same since it came out that Tiffani has chosen to side with Alexander Remington. All day the house was filled with silence. I wasn't myself throughout the day as I seemed more withdrawn. Everywhere I turned, something reminded me of her...and it made me sick to my stomach. That night I sat alone in the chair of the living room. The only light in the room is the lamp by the chair and the moonlight peering in through the windows.

My best friend..is gone.

At my side is a half empty bottle of Scotch. In my hands are pictures of myself with Tiffani over the years. Some consisted of us in the arena posing together for a picture, others had us together in public places while others had us with our arms around eachother smiling for the camera. We looked so happy with one another. What could happen that could drive us apart like this?

I couldn't help but think back on all the good times we had together, everything we shared over the years was timeless, something I never felt with anyone in my life. We had trusted eachother with secrets that we never told anyone before. I thought that I had found my best friend...until Remington decided to make things personal by turning her against me. What did he say to her to convince her to leave my side? I then heard someone come down the stairs, it sounded like a female voice.

Taylor Michaels - ...Griffin?

Tiffani's older sister Taylor. I really missed all the times that Tiffani tried to set me and her up together, thinking we liked eachother. Indeed she was right, but she was the last thing on my mind. I didn't even look at her as I spoke.

Griffin Hawkins - ....Hey.

Taylor Michaels - How are you holding up?

That's the worst thing anyone could ask me right now. I'm a bundle of emotions knowing the one person who always had my back stuck a knife in it. I hung my head low, trying hard not to cry in front of her.

Griffin Hawkins - Not..good.

Taylor could tell I was hurting. She knew how much Tiffani means to me. She walked closer and put her hand on my shoulder.

Taylor Michaels - It's going to be okay Griffin.

Griffin Hawkins - How could she do this? After everything we've been through together..how could she do this?

Taylor Michaels - I can't explain it, even to me it doesn't make any sense.

Griffin Hawkins - Everyones upset about this..Tara's really disappointed in her..Taryn's angry...and Tristian is just numb.

Taylor Michaels - None of us had any idea that Tiffani was going to do this. We all feel just as upset as you do right now.

Griffin Hawkins - But if she felt this way about me, why didn't she say so a long time ago? I feel so stupid.

Was everything that Tiffani said about me a lie? Did she use me and string me along like a puppet? I didn't want to believe that was the case..she'd never do that..would she? Taylor just shook her head, not believing it for a minute.[/color]

Taylor Michaels - You're not stupid Griff. Tiffani didn't act alone in this, obviously Remington said something that got into her head.

That did make a lot of sense, that fucking coward is good at manipulating people into

Griffin Hawkins - God..that cowardly little fucker knows he can't beat me physically..so he wants to try mentally by manipulating her into doing his bidding, after everything he said about her and Tara, she can't be serious about this.

[color=deeppink]Taylor Michaels - She's not herself, that much is obvious. You forget that this isn't the first time you two had a falling out.

Griffin Hawkins - This really sucks...I feel like I've lost her.

Taylor Michaels - You guys have made it through rough patches before, there's no reason you can't get through this one.

I don't think Taylor understands. This is something more serious than ever before. She had sided with the one man who's been trying to hold me down since day one. It hurt just to see them together. I get up holding a picture of me and Tiffani together. It was our first Tag Match together in UECW..who knew how much things would change between us. I take the glass of scotch in my other hand and toss it at the wall in anger. I then sink to my knees looking down at the floor. I begin crying silently as Taylor hurries over, wrapping her arms around me for a hug.

Griffin Hawkins - I want my baby sister back....

Taylor Michaels - It's going to be okay Griffin, I promise.

I had lost someone who over the years become a part of me..all because Remington is so insecure that I will cash in my briefcase and win the title. This wasn't about briefcases and belts..this was about the loss of a friend.

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~*A Reunion*~

After a few days I decide to go to a familiar place..New York. I feel like this is where it all began for me. After being kicked out of the house for possession of drugs, I went from place to place until someone picked me up and took me in. I enter what looks to be an empty Gym. It may not look like much to you..but it was like a dojo to me. I turn on the lights on and see an empty ring with a worn out mat on it.

Memories...

I remember coming here and wrestling with a few fellow upstarts and taking bumps for the first time. It hurt like hell, but it was worth it. I still couldn't believe this place was still standing after all these years. I can't remember the last time I visited this place. I walk around the empty desolate Gym with my hands in my pocket. I was still upset over everything happening around me. My family may be out in the street, Remington abandoned me, I lost to Gordon Fury, and the worst betrayal of all...Tiffani Michaels, someone I trusted with my life turned her back on me.

When does the hurting stop?

I can't help but look down in anger and frustration as I take one of the barbels and in one cry of anger, toss it across the room, knocking down some equipment. I go over to the bench and sit down. I feel like I am losing everything in my life. Am I really that much of a horrible person that all of my friends have abandoned me? Did I really deserve to be lonely without the help of anyone? I just look down at my hands in sadness and disappointment. But a familiar voice cut through the silence.

"..I figured you'd be here.."

I suddenly look up...it can't be....



Griffin Hawkins - ....Marquis?

The same man who took me off the street and groomed me to become a wrestler was right there standing in the same Gym as I, Marquis Laveaux. We had lost contact over the years and haven't spoken to one another since he had asked me to take his place in the then most revered stable in sports entertainment..Ascended Supremacy. His cold eyes looked me up and down as I stood and came face to face with the same man who made everything possible. A mix of happiness, sadness, and confusion swirled around in my head.

Marquis Laveaux - I'm surprised you remember me...it indeed has been a long time Griffin Hawkins.

After finding my voice, I finally speak.

Griffin Hawkins - How...How did you know I was here?

I honestly never understood the guy. I wasn't sure if he really was a Vampire like he claimed, or some weird dude pulling off a successful gimmick. But the man was like a brother to me and a true friend..the only one I have left.

Marquis Laveaux - The dead travels fast friend...Don't think I don't know whats going on. I've been watching you like a hawk since the beginning...

Griffin Hawkins - You're probably disappointed in what I've become..

Marquis Laveaux - Actually its the opposite. When I took you in you were this disrespectful young man, I wasn't sure if you were fit to take my spot, especially after Ascended Supremacy kicked you out..

Griffin Hawkins - Wow..I almost forgot about that, thanks for reminding me.

Marquis Laveaux - I'm only trying to help you. When Ascended Supremacy abandoned you like a weak little dog, many thought you wouldn't make it on your own. They figured it'd just be a matter of months before you go crawling back to them begging for forgiveness or just fade away into the shadows.

It was true. As I thought about it, a lot of people wrote me off. They thought my career was over and I had nothing going for me. It was one of the hardest parts of my career.

Griffin Hawkins - There was a lot of doubt going around about me then..but whats the point of this trip down to memory lane?

Marquis Laveaux - The point of this is that this isn't the first time you were left alone to fend for yourself. You've always been at your best when its you against the world. Alexander Remington is trying to play games with your head, he knows at one hundred percent, he can't win.

Griffin Hawkins - Don't you see Marquis? He's already won! He's beaten me down, he turned his best friend against me, I got nothing left!

I didn't really feel like doing this anymore, it felt like I was fighting a losing battle.

Marquis Laveaux - Listen to yourself Griffin! Do you really want to give up? Do you want to show everyone that he was right about you all along? I know deep down inside..you don't want to see him win this. The only way to wake up from this nightmare is to take the one thing that means more to him than anything in this world..That IWF World Heavyweight Title.

He did make a lot of sense. Taking that belt would make a serious dent in his psyche. Not only that, but it would drive a stake into the heart of The Empire.

Griffin Hawkins - I got no problem doing that.

Marquis Laveaux - Somehow I don't think so...

Griffin Hawkins - What do you mean?

Marquis Laveaux - For too long you've been playing by the rules in the hopes that you don't turn your back on your morals. That's how he's been able to get the best of you, because he believes you just don't have an evil bone in your body. That's what he's expecting. There is a darkness deep down in your soul that has a purpose to serve..and thats to defeat Alexander Remington and end the Empire's reign of terror.

Was this guy out of his mind or what? I'm not like Remington and I never will be like him. I don't want to stoop to his level.

Griffin Hawkins - Okay man, seriously..you're on crack..and not the good kind. I believe in winning matches the honorable way, fair and square.

Marquis Laveaux - I'm not asking you to abandon your beliefs Griffin...I'm saying if you want to win this, you have to play hard. It's obvious that he doesn't believe in playing by the rules. When this is over you'll be a stronger person and he'll regret the day he decided to cross you. Who are you facing at Battle Grounds?

Griffin Hawkins - Some clown..Jaxx Ryder.

Marquis Laveaux - Then that's the perfect place to start. I've heard the words from that rotten sewer mouth of his. He wants to use you and your legacy as a stepping stone and take your place. That's where you show this shameless charlatan that he can't come into your house and take what you have worked for all your career. Don't just beat him..annihilate him..humiliate him..and make him suffer. Remington will be terrified once he sees this.

He did make a lot of sense. For too long I've been mister nice guy, taking everything in stride. If Remington wants to throw the rule book out the window...then lets burn the goddamn thing.

Griffin Hawkins - Can I take some time to think on this?

Marquis Laveaux - Of course.

Griffin Hawkins - But where will I find you if I need to contact you again?

Marquis Laveaux - Don't worry...I'll find you.

I begin walking away, but stop. I knew I had to thank him. I could still feel him in the room looking on in approval.

Griffin Hawkins - Listen..Marquis, I know it's been..years since we've last spoke..and I didn't make any effort to contact you, but I just want to say thank you for...

But as I turned around, he was gone. It was as if he vanished into thin air. I never truly had the chance to thank him for pulling me out of this funk..but I'm sure he was grateful. I knew now what I had to do. I take off the cross that Tiffani's grandfather had given me. As I look down on it, I remembered the promise I made to watch over her and her sisters. I make a fist, clutching the cross. I had only one mission in mind.

Bring Tiffani back.

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The Shoot

After remaining out of the public eye for quite some time, the camera man finally caught me in the locker room. I was pacing back and forth thinking on everything that has happened. I was clad in casual clothes, a long black Trench coat with a Punisher T-Shirt underneath and black pants. So much is running through my head that I can't even stop.

"..We were supposed be friends...forever...no one was to come between us. After everything that we have gone through together, we promised.....we promised eachother!....that'd we would still be there. We assured one another that nothing and no one would come between us. I am losing my head...racking my brain over what could possibly have happened to cause this. I am sick and tired of being the victim, It's time to become the aggressor. Remington thinks he's got the upper hand here..but maybe he does. Maybe he does......maybe he does!"

With that I proceed to bash my head against the locker...hard. I bash it over and over again and sink to my knees. It sounds like I'm crying as I bury my face in my hands. But as I move my hands, it's revealed that I am laughing. The side of my head looks to be bleeding.

"..Or is it me that has the upper hand in this battle? Now that I have no one to keep me from going over the edge, there's nothing stopping me now. Does Tiffani and Remington know what they really done? Of course not...they both have no idea at all what they have done. Everyone is held accountable for their sins, and in time both of them will have no choice but to look into the eyes of their maker and accept their punishment for their transgressions. They think they've gotten me...well they don't. This story is not over...not by a long shot. I get the feeling things are going to get very......very interesting."

Pain and suffering do go hand and hand...I have suffered long enough, and now it's time to dish out some pain.

"But before I go on my road to destruction. There's a man...a foolish one I might add who has the audacity to call himself...The Rock God. He seems to think that he is fit to take my place as the true rock and roll star of IWF. A statement that even I find laughable. Here's the truth kid, you picked a bad time to pick on me. So listen and listen good, you Billy Gunn wannabe looking chump. I'm not here to be anyone's stepping stone, especially for some low card curtain jerker such as you. You think you're this big rock star? Dude, I've done this longer than you, I had my first threesome when I was seven and once..I beat up a police horse. I also opened up the Insurgency branch of fight club..which I'm obviously not supposed to talk about. I've held more titles than you've had pieces of ass...so don't even think you can take my place. You need not to worry about what I've been going through..you need to worry about what is going to happen to you. Because I hold all the cards with this very briefcase. I can make the match any match I please...and you can't do a damn thing about it."

I really look forward to taking all my anger and frustration out on him. He would know better not to get in my way.

"People have been coming up to me on the street..asking me Griff..when are you going to do something about Jaxson Ryder..when are you going to deal with this wannabe? Well the time is now. I asked for this match because if there is one thing that I can't stand..is a pretender to the throne. Especially some cheap wannabe who runs around claiming he's a rock star. Everything you're trying to accomplish in the music and wrestling world, I've done it already. I have accomplished more at 26 than you have at 32..and you suddenly think that you're going to come on my turf and take my place? Well in the immortal words of Judas Priest, you've got another thing coming. When it comes to wrestling, I'm Shawn Michaels..and you're David Arquette. When it comes to music..I'm Axl Rose, and you're Justin Bieber. Comparing me to you is like comparing tin foil to solid gold. You're not even fit to lick the dirt off my shoes little man, so I wouldn't be making comparison just yet."

This guy had a lot of things to brag about..but he never been in the same ring with someone like me.

"And as for stepping up to take my place...I don't think so. I look at you and I see nothing more than a wannabe Griffin Hawkins. You carry around a guitar, you dye your hair blonde, and you make all these musical references. It's written all over you face Jaxx, you want to be me. And you think that beating me one on one will bring you one step closer to that. I have news for you pal..that's not going to happen. You chose the wrong person to make an example out of. Because I am in a really bad fucking mood..and you think its a wise idea to try and claim that you are going to take me out and take my place? You're even dumber than you look. Once that bell rings, I'm going beat that cheap dye job off your head and make you wish that you never signed with IWF."

The world will indeed see how brutal I can be once that bell rings. This punk has no idea what awaits him.

"You must really be made of strong stuff to think you can knock off Griffin Hawkins. You must be like the second coming of Ric Flair. Or maybe you're just too fucking stupid to know better. Either way..this won't end well for you. So if you want to be a rock superstar and live large, a big house, five cars...then you'll have to go through me. And with the track I'm on...it will be a long night for you. Bringing in that cheap ratted old grandpa guitar does not move me one bit. Because when this night is over..you won't be playing a guitar...you'll be playing a harp. So savor this fifteen minutes of fame Jaxx, because this will likely be the last time you'll ever be in the main event against a Superstar of my caliber. After this week you'll be back on the opening card facing nobodies and mid carders like Damien Drake or Phillip Joseph. Seeing as you want to bring music into this..."

I go to the side and get out a B.C Rich Warlock Electric Guitar.

"Hope you don't mind if I play a little tune just for you."

I begin to play taps on the Guitar. The same type of music they play for fallen Soldiers. The camera man focuses on my gloved fingers on the guitar. After it's over, I smile looking to the camera.

"Battlegrounds will be the night the music died.."

After I play the funeral dirge on Guitar, the camera fades out on my sick smiling face.