JC Styles [vs] Masochist Messiah [vs] Belarius Black [vs] Neon Exodus.

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Scene Zero:Prolog

It hasn't been long since the contract been signed and that cryptic video aired. Masochist Messiah is now booked for a match and what a great way to start. Three lost souls Messiah could bring to HIM. For those who missed the cryptic message that played a couple of days ago it gets shown again.

Cryptic images appear of screen. Images of Death,Murder,Natural Disasters,War and other unsettling images. We cut to what appears to be the boiler room of some building. You see the outline of a figure in the shadows. This person begins to speak.

"Ten Years that is how long I have been on my quest giving to me by HIM. My quest was build him a army, a army of the different. A Army of the mistreated,misunderstood,the people who are not just a sheep following the system's image of what you should look like and act like. To those people out there that fit that description I am there Savior. I am there connection to HIM. I will deliver there souls to HIM and HE will bring them happiness cause HE will bring the end to everything."

The image steps out of the shadows and into the light. The image reveals to be Masochist Messiah

"To the Unholy follow my voice I will bring you peace and the others pain. IWF will be the gateway for HIM to enter this plain and IWF will be beginning of the end of days."

Messiah steps back into the shadows and the video feed ends. Now there is some questions to ask. Who is HIM? Also is HIM who we think he is?

Scene One:Your now Reborn my child

Again we are in the Shadows this time its the shadows of a street. A image walks down the sidewalk but just as we might see who it is the light flickers almost like there something at work the keep it in the shadows. We hear this Shadowy figure speaks

"I said it earlier I have come to IWF for one goal. To make HIM a army winning matches and titles have no importance to me. Only taking the lost,the forgotten, and the displaced and making them part of HIS Army."

The figure stops walking he see's a Man sitting up against a building. This man is homeless other people are walking around him treating him as if he is diseased but not the Figure. The figure steps out of the shadows and we can now see it is Masochist Messiah. He walks up to this Homeless man he bends down.

"Tell me are you tired of this kind of life? Do you want to have a greater meaning?"

The Homeless man looks at Messiah and says.

"Yes I am so tired of starving can you help?"

Messiah gives the Homeless man a warm smile and responds.

"Yes I can come with me I have a offer you might want to listen to."

Messiah takes the Homeless man by the hand and he takes him into the Shadows with him. The two end up in this dark damp Basement like place. The homeless man looks some what scared. As he should be.

"Tell me who were you before you became this broken shell of a human being?"

The Homeless man back away but notices there is no doors or windows in the place.

"How did we get here?"

"Listen I told you I had a offer for you well that's not really the case. HAHAHAH"

The Homeless man starts to panic he puts up his fist ready to fight. Messiah just smirks.

"You really think you can beat me old man. I hate when you human waste try's to fight why can't you just accept this fate your about to be given?"

The old homeless man charges and swings but his punch goes threw Messiah as if he isn't there.

"What the HELL are you?"

The homeless man ask.

"I am a servant of HIM and soon you shall be to."

"UGHHHHHHHHH"

The old man looks down and see's Messiah has driven a knife right into his gut. The old man crumbles to the ground.

"Don't worry in your death you will serve a greater good...I mean a greater evil HAHAHAHA"

As the homeless man takes his final breath his eyes close he is now dead. Messiah pulls a weird looking amulet out of his pocket and lays it on the mans chest. He starts to say something in tongues the amulet glows and then stops. Messiah picks up the amulet and places it in his pocket.

"My Lord and master I have aquired you another soldier for your army!!! Now grant me use of his body give it life so I can use it for my quest for you my LORD!!!!"

Messiah's words does not fall on deaf ears the dead Homeless mans body starts to have movement again as the scene comes to a end.

Scene Two: A System Holiday.

Masochist Messiah and his new servant Geeves are in the darkest place of the arena. The boiler room Messiah is getting ready for his upcoming match where he has a chance to get Three more souls for his master's army.

"A Valentine day Battle Royal. Has there ever been a more disguesting day then this. A day the System forces you to spend for crap like a card that will be thrown in the trash the next day,Flowers that will be dead in three days, and candy to make the fat even fatter. This is why the World will be better off when HIM returns. When HIM brings the end to bullshit like this."

The camera pans over showing the former Homeless Man now named Geeves eating on someone who use to Work for the Arena. He has ripped open the mans head eating his brains.

"HEY film me and me only. We don't need to see a zombie butler having his lunch. Now four the other three men in this match let me tell you. I heard like me your all debuting in this match. How unfortunate your debuting in a match with me. You see the outcome of this match isn't about winning or losing its about Surviving which none of you will do."

In the background Geeves walks up now with a Arm of his lunch hanging out of his mouth.

"Awgggggggggg Ughhhhhhhhhhh"

Messiah takes Geeves by the hand and leads him out of camera view.

"Quit trying to hijack my promo. Damn the guy thinks he is hot shit just cause he is dead. Anyway where was I ohh yes. JC Styles,Neon Exodus&Belraius Black you will be joining HIS army and if your lucky once you move to the next plain your body might be used to serve me as your soul serves HIM. Now I can't promise that but if your body serves worthy maybe the two will become one again your soul and body and you can Serve HIM like I do as a collector. Like I have been doing for 10 years but that was after 100 years of being HIS soldier. Who would of thought Valentines Day 2014 would be the day the end begins."

everything fades to black.

Scene cuts to a junkyard, with an abandoned School Bus in the far. The camera gets closer, and the angle switches to inside the bus. In the back row, sits Neon Exodus, laughing.

I always thought it was funny, that people thought earth was flat. Explorers were afraid, that if they sailed too far, they would fall off the edge, into dark nothingness.

Neon Smirks.

When I was in High School, people used to tell me that I had fell off the edge. I think they were afraid of me. Afraid of something different. The dress code at the school was pretty strict. Everyone was so infatuated with the rules, except me.

Neon scratches his chin.

I wore a skirt one time, simply to fuck with people. I think they thought I was homosexual. But, I didn't care. The teachers kept screaming at me to change my clothes, I wouldnt. The Dress code was tight, but there was no rule against males wearing skirts. Thats probably cause they didnt expect it to happen. They would try to call my parents, but I told them, I don't have any. They would call my house three to five times, and every time, no answer.

Neon chuckles.

I loved Marilyn Manson, and I used to blast it through my headphones during class. The teacher, Mrs. Montgomery, used to scream at me. I would ignore her, as she screamed in my face. One day, she was right in my face, and I had my headphones in. I took them out, and looked her straight in the face. I said, "Mrs. Montgomery, your breath smells like Death--". She screamed, "To the office Davenport!", So I got my things and left to the office. Although my conduct was "poor" I did great in classes, and I had the Mathletes begging for me to join their "Cult". People would say to me, Darren, why are you so smart? I remember back in 3rd Grade Mr. West was teaching us long division. I said to him, "Mr. West, can I leave? This is too easy". So he said to me, "Davenport, what is 3,378 divided by 41?" "Immediately, I responed 82.39" I got out of my seat, and left the class.

Neon pushes his hair out of his face.

Heres the truth. I was not born with extraordinary intellegence. I am not a super human, and I am not a robot. When I was ten years old, I woke up in the middle of the night. It was a Tuesday in June of 1995. I walked down the stairs.--at this point in time, my parents still lived with me-- and went to the refrigerator. I filled my cup up with Orange Juice, and walked into the living room. I dropped the orange juice, and my jaw dropped to the floor. They were right before my eyes, right before my prepubescent eyes. Aliens. Now, get your laughs out now, belive it or not, they were there. One, walked close to me. I wanted to run, but I felt as if my feet were glued to the floor. He whispered into my ear, in a language I could not understand. And then, everything became clear. The day before, I couldnt do my multiplication tables, that night, I was solving College level equations. I could read well above my age, and I was a wizard in chemistry. Now, I'm not sure If I was dreaming. Maybe it was, Maybe it wasn't, all I know, is that the effects, were real. And No, I can't read minds, or see the future, I'm just smart. Or, maybe I'm just crazy.

Neon ties his combat boots, and stands up. He stretches and yawn's. He walks to the front of the bus, and lifts up the seat. A small cooler sits below, and he reaches in for a Coke. He cracks it open, and sips.

Ahh, thats good.

Neon walks out of the bus, and puts his glasses on. He looks around, and moves toward a lawn chair, at a near ten feet from the bus.

I spend quite alot of time here. Its quiet, until the Trucks dump out the waste on thursdays. The smell is quite un satisfying, but I like it.

Neon looks up, startled.

Oh, I almost forgot!

Neon gets out of the chair, and walks swiftly around the other side of the bus. He kicks some dirt up, and a long sheet of plywood is revealed. He lifts it up, and and hole is beneath. He steps down the ladder, and the camera follows. The camera pan zooms the room, and in the corner three Odd looking fella's sit in chairs and couches, playing chess, and listening to the radio.

These are the boys. Freckles--

Neon points to a bald man, wearing a beater, and swim shorts.

Zeb--

Neon points to a long haired man, with a beard. Wearing a black jacket, and jeans.

And Harley--

Neon points to a thin man, with a trucker cap on.

They don't really talk. Actually, I dont think they talk at all. I found them down here a couple months ago. I just bring them food every once and a while. They taught me how to play chess, and thats about it.

The Camera focuses on a rug on the ground.

Well, you can leave now. Im gonna go meditate.

Neon walks to the rug, and sits down.

Scene fades out.

<-Battle Grounds->

Scene cuts to a bathroom. Neon Exodus is applying his makeup, and getting ready for his debut.

Hello Mister Camera man! I'm just putting my facepaint on. I always do soemthing different.

Across his face reads "Hello". The facepaint is clown themed, with rec cheeks, White Eye
Shadow, and green lipstick.

Wahlah! My Masterpeice!

Neon turns from the mirror and exits the bathroom. The camera follows and zooms out. Neon has pink tights on, and a black top, that says "Janet Jackson" in bold letters, featuring a picture of Janet on the back. The camera follows to the lockeroom area, and Neon begins to wrap his fists with wrist tape.

I like the lime green wrist tape. It brings the color out in my eyes, don't you think?

Scene Cuts.

<-THE SHOOT->

Scene cuts to behind the Arena, where Neon Exodus is sitting in the Garbage. Camera zooms in close to Neons Face.

So, I suppose this is the part where I explain why I'm going to win and whatnot. Well Okay. I went to a really crowded Misfits show one time, in Chicago. It was in this dudes basement, and there was atleast 300 people there. I started to feel myself get sick, due to all the sweaty people rubbing up on me. I tried to rush out of the venue, but I kept getting bumped back into the pit. Suddenly, I dropped my Coke on the floor, and felt my stomach turning. I let out a giant burst of puke into the crowd. I think I had fries and a hot dog before I went to the show, and you could see the little chunks of hot dog in the vomit. People were slipping in it, and I couldnt stop blowing. There was puke everywhere. On the wall, in peoples hair, on the ground. It was a punk fest. The bouncer escorted me outside the basement, tot he street. Where i continued throwing up. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I had to puke to get what I wanted.

Neon laughs.

So hypothetically, I'm going top puke on you four tonight. Now, don't take that literally. Although, I can't make any promises that I wont, because anything could happen. You see, I'm going to do everything in my power, to win. And I know that sounds cliche, which it most certainly is. But, Its true. If I kick you in the testicles, don't act like you didnt see it coming. Because I'm warning you now, I'm quite unorhodox. Maybe, I'll jump on your body while your down, or I'll throw an apple at your head. That is If I can find an apple. What i'm saying, is that you should expect, the unexpected.

Neon looks at his wrist watch, and looks back into the camera.

Alright, its ranting time folks! Who's first. Hmm.

Neon scratches his chin sarcastically.

Ah yes, Masochist Messiah. Well, I know that you might be as crazy as me fella! I see you like HIM. Well, I'm not sure who HIM is, but I'm pretty sure there was a really shitty band Named HIM a few years back. are quite the angry one arent you? I'm not sure what youve got in your rear, but If you need help removing it, I am an expert on the Anal Cavities.

Neon slappes his knee. {Sarcastically}

Burned! Ehh, good one? Maybe? Whatever. So where was I. Now first off, the only Anti-Christ superstar is Marilyn Manson. And, I don't think you're Marilyn Manson. On the other hand, how cliche of you to come from the UnHoly Gates. How exactly does that work? Is there some kind of hidden universe in which overrated wrestlers like yourself come? Am I breaking the Fourth Wall?

Neon has an over exaggerated confused look in his face.

Well, Mr. Messiah, my SOUL IS PREPARED!

Neon laughs, and brushes his hair from his eyes.

Lookey here! A Messiah Rip Off! Belarius Black. Do you all come from the same place? "The Scavenger of Human Sorrow". Hm, interesting. Interesting indeed. Do you like, dress up like a vulture? Sit on the street, And ask people for their Sorrow?

Neon smiles.

You remind me of this guy I saw in Hollywood one time. He was on a corner, whistling to cars going by. At first I thought he was a female, based on his woman like appearance. He said to me, "I am Delilah, Scavenger of Human Genitalia". I passed up on His offer. In which I will pass up on yours as well. My Sorrow is not for sale, but I sell plenty of interesting items on Craigslist.

Neon looks at his watch once again.

Alright, I have plenty of time...Then there's the Phenomenal King. Wheres your crown? And Jester? Well, seeing hat you have no attributes of a king, I will not call you one. I mean c'mon man? You could't go to iParty and buy a plastic crown? That would have been enough for me. And, Apparently you call your finisher the "JC Kicker". It sounds like an energy drink. Or a knock off Five Hour Energy. By the way, don't try those, they taste gross. [i]

Neon yawns.

[i]Shut up and be Phenomenal. Is that a pick up line? Are you trying to pick me up Styles? I can tell you this, I'm not going to shut up, and I don't count my self as phenomenal. I like to see myself as lovely, or charming. Tell me Styles, am I Charming? I like to think I am.

Neon looks sternly into the camera.

Alright. Bellatrix, -- sorry, Ive been watching Harry Potter quite often, and you kind of remind my of Bella. -- Masochips, Mr. Phenomenal, Heres the deal. I, -Neon Exodus-- is going to put on quite a show tonight. So don't mess it up for me. I want it to be PERFECT! I'm thinking about doing a solo halfway throughout the match. I was thinking, maybe you guys could sing backup? Just follow my lead, and dance a little. Dont be shy. As for our match, I plan on winning. I dont really care what you guys do, just look cute while doing it. As for Masochist, and Bella, no creepy rituals during our match. I dont want candle wax on the under sides of my boots. Styles, don't say anything cheesy. It makes me feel uncomfortable. Especially cliche catchphrases. Hint, hint. So bring your best guys! And remember, follow my lead!

Up, Up, and away we Go!

Scene fades out.