Post by PH RECORDS on Nov 29, 2020 17:27:15 GMT -5
“A Little Stop Along The Way.”
If last week’s Proving Grounds was any indication of the weeks ahead, the success of Project: Honor is in the hands of just two. By the time the show was over, only one man stood tall in the middle of the ring following a vicious tag team contest featuring two of the men involved in the Grand Championship contest against two men involved in the X-Factor tournament. Unfortunately for those involved in the main event of Hell On Earth, they were left lying at the hands of The Last Breathing Outlaw. The vicious streak shown by Colton Saint, directed by his girlfriend Kimberly Chase, sent echoes through the wrestling world.
So where does Elijah Copeland come into play here? Simple, he won a qualifying match against Daniel Horror last week to get into this contest. Copeland has shown himself to be a pretty dominant competitor in his own right, and should prove to be a challenge for Saint, at least, that’s what THEY are wanting to see. Someone claimed that Jason Terrance is dominant, he didn’t look too strong last week though when he was absolutely decimated by Saint. People claim dominance all the time, just like how people claim greatness. No matter how good these men and women claim to be, they always seem to run into a brick wall. Copeland will be no different.
::Prince Street, Lancaster, PA::
If ever there was a reason to visit Lancaster, PA… Where the hell is that place anyways? A metropolitan area, and home to Elijah Copeland. We all have hometown pride. That feeling in the air on a Friday night when the high school football team takes the field. The city festivals, leading to people walking the sidewalks in masses for a parade, all of these awful things happen in Lancaster. Like any other city, they take pride in themselves, despite not accomplishing very much. Los Angeles, it ain’t.
“Do you think people are paying attention now, baby?”
That signature smirk arrives on the face of Kimberly Chase as she leans on the wall of the Prince Street Cafe. She looks stunning as usual, sporting a short red dress while gazing up at her man. Like him, she carries very little care about the ethics in professional wrestling. The actions that concluded last week’s Proving Grounds made that very clear. Shouting can be heard coming from the cafe.The manager storms out of the building, ready to unleash hell upon Kimberly.
“You need to leave right now!”
With a well acted gasp, she looks at the manager, a 40 something man with a belly larger than three bowling balls.
“But..But sir! I’m just standing here?”
“NO! You and that man you were with, you made such a mess at the table. You were rude to everyone around you. YOU tripped one of the associates when they were walking by to wipe down tables. You need to leave.”
“Are you sure that was me? I’m sure we can talk this over, truly…”
After taking a quick glance at his name tag, Kimberly slowly approaches the manager.
“Mortimer. Oh I love that name, and I’m truly sorry if you have me confused with somebody else. Here, let’s have a chat.”
Obviously this manager was gullible like the rest of the people in Lancaster. If this man is a shining example of what the city stands for, how can Elijah Copeland stand a chance? The manager is easily tempted.
“Alright miss, we can work this out. I’m pretty sure though, that it was you in there.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“I never forget a pretty face.”
Completely playing this poor guy, Kimberly looks at him innocently.
“What about his face?”
The elation in the eyes of the Manager turned to horror as Colton Saint emerged from the side of the building. After taking a leak on the building, Colton glares at the manager.
“COLTON! He touched me!!”
This doesn’t sit well, as Colton grabs the collar of the chunky manager, lifting him up against the wall of the building. His little hammy legs are kicking around while Kimberly laughs hysterically. She skips over to the two of them, resting her hand on Colton’s shoulder.
“I think by now, people know how this works. Colton, I want his glasses. They look so cute on his fat little face!.”
Like a true blue honorable man, Colton removes the glasses from the face of the manager before handing them over to Kimberly. She puts them on, looking at the manager.
“Well! How do I look?”
In a state of absolute panic, the Manager can’t respond.
“SHE ASKED HOW SHE LOOKED!”
“I..I can’t see.”
Not giving the answer that Kimberly wanted, Colton elbows the manager in the face, pushing him back into the wall, with a forearm across the throat.
“I won’t ask again, sir.”
Her smile fades away, giving off a cute snarl as she stares down the Manager. Colton twists on the neck with his forearm, staring at him.
“You look amazing!”
“That is so sweet!”
Kimberly pulls out her cell phone, turning the camera on so the three of them can be in a selfie together. She gives Colton a kiss in front of the Manager, who hasn’t left his state of absolute fear. The selfie is snapped, as she puts the phone away and removes the glasses.
“Your eyes kind of suck, sir. Colton..”
His grip remains tight on the neck of the Manager, glancing at Kimberly, who snaps the glasses in half.
“Get rid of this Lancaster trash.”
“Miss, I’m from Bethlehem!”
That didn’t stop Colton from hoisting the Manager upside down, dropping him into a nearby trash can. The man is a self-hating Lancaster piece of trash. The ham with legs in the trash can kicks his little hocks around in an attempt to escape.
“So, this is where Elijah Copeland claims to be from? Of all places in the world that he could mention, Lancaster? It looks like a toilet bowl here.”
The strange fact is that neither Colton or Kimberly have any personal issues with Elijah. He seems to be a good guy, he fits their mold. Problem is, he’s just in the right place at the wrong time. Kimberly skips into the streets, stopping traffic while Colton follows behind, glaring at the cars that stopped. He was insulted that they were there to begin with. Once they arrive on the sidewalk, Kimberly already looks bored.
“This place blows, let’s go.”
She goes to skip off, but Colton harshly grabs her arm, staring at the building.
The Fulton Opera House.
“He’s one of them..”
“What?”
Kimberly glances up at the building, another place for the stage actors to pretend to be someone else. She expected better from Elijah.
“That can’t be! He seemed like such a nice guy.”
“When will this nonsense finally stop? Of all the things that are wrong with the world, we have to keep being reminded every single day that the world is now being run by frauds! Project: Honor is littered with these types of people. The same type that want to do hands across America for stupid causes. Elijah Copeland, I should have known..”
Sitting down on the steps of the building, Colton looks distraught.Kimberly, confused with the revelation, sits down next to him, resting her hand on his shoulder.
“Maybe it’s all a mistake. Maybe he is a legitimate threat.”
“Are you kidding me? I just got done beating little Dickie around and the other guy who’s somehow fighting for a Grand Championship. Oh, and they’re now facing someone who has no business being in the match anyways. This is the consolation prize? I get to face Elijah? I get to face a guy that for all I know could be..one of them?”
With an overdramatic frown, Kimberly rests her head on his shoulder. This is a tragedy!
“Hey! Maybe this won't be so bad. Elijah is only a semi-final opponent. When you beat him, you get to take on Myojin or Caden. You pretty much crushed Myojin with a simple splash, while Caden.. Let me handle Caden.”
“We’re looking so far ahead. Elijah Copeland, if he indeed is a product of this pathetic system that has become professional wrestling, I’m in trouble. He does a lot of those little trampoline spots like the other idiots running around here. Quick, fly little bird! However, he doesn’t dance much, he does know how to fight unlike the fools in the Grand Championship match. It’s about time that somebody came around and decided to give me a challenge. It’s about time that somebody finally reached towards the brass ring, that wasn’t doing it with the helping hand of the people running the place. I’m not a luchador, or an entertainer. I fight. I fight better than anybody else in the business. So that takes me to this moment, Proving Grounds against him.”
“What is going on here? You’re having doubts?”
No response from Colton, who places a cigarette between his lips and lights it up. Taking a long drag, he glances towards her.
“This is the last thing I need around here, a boyfriend who is growing this lovely heart. Maybe you’ve been around these dancers and frauds for so long that maybe you’re becoming one?”
What a horrible thing to say! Kimberly knows just how to get under his skin. She leans towards him, watching his eyes.
“Maybe you’re watching those prissy little men in the ring, doing their high wire act and think, ‘I want to be like them!’”
An evil grin slowly forms as she places a hand on his leg, moving to the front of him.
“Maybe fabulous is the way to go, right? Painting the fingernails, matching every bit of your ensemble to look the part?”
Rage grows inside of Colton as he attempts to ignore her insults towards him. She climbs in between his knees, looking at him with that signature cute scowl.
“Let’s buy you a trampoline, Colton. That way you can fly with the angels, and escape the demons forever! You can do anything you want, as long as you play by the rules. You love rules, Colton! At least, you do now.”
Glaring down at his prize, Colton watches every move she makes, like a wild animal waiting to attack its prey.
“Maybe you were wrong about Elijah Copeland. He is a dancer like the rest of them, he is weak like the rest of them. You want to be weak, don’t you? You want to be just like them, just like those people who are begging for you to show a happy side! They want you to be happy, Colton. Do those flips! Wear the nail polish! Spend more time in the bathroom fixing your hair than I do! I’m begging you! I don’t want a man, Colton, I want a baby that I have to take care of!”
After taking another slow drag of the cigarette, he returns his glare onto Kimberly. She is a master of the game. It’s plain to see that she wants him to be fired up, angry at the disrespect he has been shown. She rests a hand on each of his thighs, lowering her head into a near bow before looking back up at him. She’s definitely in his head, hosting the evil smirk that she is so known for. They gaze into each other's eyes before Colton puts the cigarette out on her hand!
Shrieking in pain, Kimberly pulls her hand in, as Colton gets to his feet. His normally cold expression lightens up into a smile. He looks into traffic passing by as Kimberly begins to laugh hysterically.
“Elijah Copeland isn’t a dancer, Kimberly. Look at Dickie Watson, Jason Terrance, and Caden Young. They all have something in common. They’re out of shape, they’re weak, and they want what they can’t handle. Elijah Copeland, he’s not like them at all. He’s in shape, he can fight, and he seems pretty determined to come away with a victory. That in itself should tell me that this will be one hell of a fight, and one hell of a victory for me. Things aren’t always as they seem though. For all I know, he might not even show up. I’m sure Rock Johnson wouldn’t mind handing over a participation medal like he did to Kasey Winterborn. Everyone gets a trophy!”
He glares back at the Opera House while a laughing Kimberly crawls up his leg before climbing to her feet. She looks at the wound on her hand from the cigarette burn, giving it a teasing lick as she walks up the steps to the building. He follows her up there, allowing her to open her purse up, revealing a can of spray paint. She shakes the can up before skipping away while Colton looks at the locked double doors of this historical site.
“Elijah, you grew up in this town, and had the same sense of false confidence that instills all of the swine that live here. You can consider this to be the Elijah Copeland Homecoming of sorts. Rather than the big celebratory parade, however, you’re going to be coming home to this.”
In a fit of rage, Colton grabs a nearby trash can, and whips it through the gigantic window of the building. His face begins to turn red in anger as he punches through the glass of a panel before ripping down a poster of an upcoming attraction. Kimberly is waltzing around, spray painting the glass doors with the words “Dancers Don’t Belong”.
“Elijah, you could have done the right thing. You could have gone to the bastards at Make A Wish Wrestling and begged for them to save you. You could have done the right thing, and the right thing would have been to walk away..No.. RUN AWAY. That’s what you people do, isn’t it? Run when the times get tough, and the bastards come out to play. Run into your homes, lock your doors, and hope to God we don’t kick the damn thing down. Houston feels like thousands of miles away, and the match feels like it’s years away. For you, it’s here and now. For you, the dreams are brought to a close. For you, it’s a closing chapter on a pathetic life.”
Relighting his cigarette, Colton Saint stands in front of the carnage at the Fulton Opera House. Another home of a failed system. He takes a drag of the cigarette as Kimberly skips over to him, as he puts his arm around her. Her hysterical laughing continues as she looks at the destroyed property. Whether it’s historical, whether it’s new… It’s a problem just aching to be solved. Project: Honor will feel the same fate each time they find a new flavor of the week to get behind. It’ll never be enough to stop them.
If last week’s Proving Grounds was any indication of the weeks ahead, the success of Project: Honor is in the hands of just two. By the time the show was over, only one man stood tall in the middle of the ring following a vicious tag team contest featuring two of the men involved in the Grand Championship contest against two men involved in the X-Factor tournament. Unfortunately for those involved in the main event of Hell On Earth, they were left lying at the hands of The Last Breathing Outlaw. The vicious streak shown by Colton Saint, directed by his girlfriend Kimberly Chase, sent echoes through the wrestling world.
So where does Elijah Copeland come into play here? Simple, he won a qualifying match against Daniel Horror last week to get into this contest. Copeland has shown himself to be a pretty dominant competitor in his own right, and should prove to be a challenge for Saint, at least, that’s what THEY are wanting to see. Someone claimed that Jason Terrance is dominant, he didn’t look too strong last week though when he was absolutely decimated by Saint. People claim dominance all the time, just like how people claim greatness. No matter how good these men and women claim to be, they always seem to run into a brick wall. Copeland will be no different.
::Prince Street, Lancaster, PA::
If ever there was a reason to visit Lancaster, PA… Where the hell is that place anyways? A metropolitan area, and home to Elijah Copeland. We all have hometown pride. That feeling in the air on a Friday night when the high school football team takes the field. The city festivals, leading to people walking the sidewalks in masses for a parade, all of these awful things happen in Lancaster. Like any other city, they take pride in themselves, despite not accomplishing very much. Los Angeles, it ain’t.
“Do you think people are paying attention now, baby?”
That signature smirk arrives on the face of Kimberly Chase as she leans on the wall of the Prince Street Cafe. She looks stunning as usual, sporting a short red dress while gazing up at her man. Like him, she carries very little care about the ethics in professional wrestling. The actions that concluded last week’s Proving Grounds made that very clear. Shouting can be heard coming from the cafe.The manager storms out of the building, ready to unleash hell upon Kimberly.
“You need to leave right now!”
With a well acted gasp, she looks at the manager, a 40 something man with a belly larger than three bowling balls.
“But..But sir! I’m just standing here?”
“NO! You and that man you were with, you made such a mess at the table. You were rude to everyone around you. YOU tripped one of the associates when they were walking by to wipe down tables. You need to leave.”
“Are you sure that was me? I’m sure we can talk this over, truly…”
After taking a quick glance at his name tag, Kimberly slowly approaches the manager.
“Mortimer. Oh I love that name, and I’m truly sorry if you have me confused with somebody else. Here, let’s have a chat.”
Obviously this manager was gullible like the rest of the people in Lancaster. If this man is a shining example of what the city stands for, how can Elijah Copeland stand a chance? The manager is easily tempted.
“Alright miss, we can work this out. I’m pretty sure though, that it was you in there.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“I never forget a pretty face.”
Completely playing this poor guy, Kimberly looks at him innocently.
“What about his face?”
The elation in the eyes of the Manager turned to horror as Colton Saint emerged from the side of the building. After taking a leak on the building, Colton glares at the manager.
“COLTON! He touched me!!”
This doesn’t sit well, as Colton grabs the collar of the chunky manager, lifting him up against the wall of the building. His little hammy legs are kicking around while Kimberly laughs hysterically. She skips over to the two of them, resting her hand on Colton’s shoulder.
“I think by now, people know how this works. Colton, I want his glasses. They look so cute on his fat little face!.”
Like a true blue honorable man, Colton removes the glasses from the face of the manager before handing them over to Kimberly. She puts them on, looking at the manager.
“Well! How do I look?”
In a state of absolute panic, the Manager can’t respond.
“SHE ASKED HOW SHE LOOKED!”
“I..I can’t see.”
Not giving the answer that Kimberly wanted, Colton elbows the manager in the face, pushing him back into the wall, with a forearm across the throat.
“I won’t ask again, sir.”
Her smile fades away, giving off a cute snarl as she stares down the Manager. Colton twists on the neck with his forearm, staring at him.
“You look amazing!”
“That is so sweet!”
Kimberly pulls out her cell phone, turning the camera on so the three of them can be in a selfie together. She gives Colton a kiss in front of the Manager, who hasn’t left his state of absolute fear. The selfie is snapped, as she puts the phone away and removes the glasses.
“Your eyes kind of suck, sir. Colton..”
His grip remains tight on the neck of the Manager, glancing at Kimberly, who snaps the glasses in half.
“Get rid of this Lancaster trash.”
“Miss, I’m from Bethlehem!”
That didn’t stop Colton from hoisting the Manager upside down, dropping him into a nearby trash can. The man is a self-hating Lancaster piece of trash. The ham with legs in the trash can kicks his little hocks around in an attempt to escape.
“So, this is where Elijah Copeland claims to be from? Of all places in the world that he could mention, Lancaster? It looks like a toilet bowl here.”
The strange fact is that neither Colton or Kimberly have any personal issues with Elijah. He seems to be a good guy, he fits their mold. Problem is, he’s just in the right place at the wrong time. Kimberly skips into the streets, stopping traffic while Colton follows behind, glaring at the cars that stopped. He was insulted that they were there to begin with. Once they arrive on the sidewalk, Kimberly already looks bored.
“This place blows, let’s go.”
She goes to skip off, but Colton harshly grabs her arm, staring at the building.
The Fulton Opera House.
“He’s one of them..”
“What?”
Kimberly glances up at the building, another place for the stage actors to pretend to be someone else. She expected better from Elijah.
“That can’t be! He seemed like such a nice guy.”
“When will this nonsense finally stop? Of all the things that are wrong with the world, we have to keep being reminded every single day that the world is now being run by frauds! Project: Honor is littered with these types of people. The same type that want to do hands across America for stupid causes. Elijah Copeland, I should have known..”
Sitting down on the steps of the building, Colton looks distraught.Kimberly, confused with the revelation, sits down next to him, resting her hand on his shoulder.
“Maybe it’s all a mistake. Maybe he is a legitimate threat.”
“Are you kidding me? I just got done beating little Dickie around and the other guy who’s somehow fighting for a Grand Championship. Oh, and they’re now facing someone who has no business being in the match anyways. This is the consolation prize? I get to face Elijah? I get to face a guy that for all I know could be..one of them?”
With an overdramatic frown, Kimberly rests her head on his shoulder. This is a tragedy!
“Hey! Maybe this won't be so bad. Elijah is only a semi-final opponent. When you beat him, you get to take on Myojin or Caden. You pretty much crushed Myojin with a simple splash, while Caden.. Let me handle Caden.”
“We’re looking so far ahead. Elijah Copeland, if he indeed is a product of this pathetic system that has become professional wrestling, I’m in trouble. He does a lot of those little trampoline spots like the other idiots running around here. Quick, fly little bird! However, he doesn’t dance much, he does know how to fight unlike the fools in the Grand Championship match. It’s about time that somebody came around and decided to give me a challenge. It’s about time that somebody finally reached towards the brass ring, that wasn’t doing it with the helping hand of the people running the place. I’m not a luchador, or an entertainer. I fight. I fight better than anybody else in the business. So that takes me to this moment, Proving Grounds against him.”
“What is going on here? You’re having doubts?”
No response from Colton, who places a cigarette between his lips and lights it up. Taking a long drag, he glances towards her.
“This is the last thing I need around here, a boyfriend who is growing this lovely heart. Maybe you’ve been around these dancers and frauds for so long that maybe you’re becoming one?”
What a horrible thing to say! Kimberly knows just how to get under his skin. She leans towards him, watching his eyes.
“Maybe you’re watching those prissy little men in the ring, doing their high wire act and think, ‘I want to be like them!’”
An evil grin slowly forms as she places a hand on his leg, moving to the front of him.
“Maybe fabulous is the way to go, right? Painting the fingernails, matching every bit of your ensemble to look the part?”
Rage grows inside of Colton as he attempts to ignore her insults towards him. She climbs in between his knees, looking at him with that signature cute scowl.
“Let’s buy you a trampoline, Colton. That way you can fly with the angels, and escape the demons forever! You can do anything you want, as long as you play by the rules. You love rules, Colton! At least, you do now.”
Glaring down at his prize, Colton watches every move she makes, like a wild animal waiting to attack its prey.
“Maybe you were wrong about Elijah Copeland. He is a dancer like the rest of them, he is weak like the rest of them. You want to be weak, don’t you? You want to be just like them, just like those people who are begging for you to show a happy side! They want you to be happy, Colton. Do those flips! Wear the nail polish! Spend more time in the bathroom fixing your hair than I do! I’m begging you! I don’t want a man, Colton, I want a baby that I have to take care of!”
After taking another slow drag of the cigarette, he returns his glare onto Kimberly. She is a master of the game. It’s plain to see that she wants him to be fired up, angry at the disrespect he has been shown. She rests a hand on each of his thighs, lowering her head into a near bow before looking back up at him. She’s definitely in his head, hosting the evil smirk that she is so known for. They gaze into each other's eyes before Colton puts the cigarette out on her hand!
Shrieking in pain, Kimberly pulls her hand in, as Colton gets to his feet. His normally cold expression lightens up into a smile. He looks into traffic passing by as Kimberly begins to laugh hysterically.
“Elijah Copeland isn’t a dancer, Kimberly. Look at Dickie Watson, Jason Terrance, and Caden Young. They all have something in common. They’re out of shape, they’re weak, and they want what they can’t handle. Elijah Copeland, he’s not like them at all. He’s in shape, he can fight, and he seems pretty determined to come away with a victory. That in itself should tell me that this will be one hell of a fight, and one hell of a victory for me. Things aren’t always as they seem though. For all I know, he might not even show up. I’m sure Rock Johnson wouldn’t mind handing over a participation medal like he did to Kasey Winterborn. Everyone gets a trophy!”
He glares back at the Opera House while a laughing Kimberly crawls up his leg before climbing to her feet. She looks at the wound on her hand from the cigarette burn, giving it a teasing lick as she walks up the steps to the building. He follows her up there, allowing her to open her purse up, revealing a can of spray paint. She shakes the can up before skipping away while Colton looks at the locked double doors of this historical site.
“Elijah, you grew up in this town, and had the same sense of false confidence that instills all of the swine that live here. You can consider this to be the Elijah Copeland Homecoming of sorts. Rather than the big celebratory parade, however, you’re going to be coming home to this.”
In a fit of rage, Colton grabs a nearby trash can, and whips it through the gigantic window of the building. His face begins to turn red in anger as he punches through the glass of a panel before ripping down a poster of an upcoming attraction. Kimberly is waltzing around, spray painting the glass doors with the words “Dancers Don’t Belong”.
“Elijah, you could have done the right thing. You could have gone to the bastards at Make A Wish Wrestling and begged for them to save you. You could have done the right thing, and the right thing would have been to walk away..No.. RUN AWAY. That’s what you people do, isn’t it? Run when the times get tough, and the bastards come out to play. Run into your homes, lock your doors, and hope to God we don’t kick the damn thing down. Houston feels like thousands of miles away, and the match feels like it’s years away. For you, it’s here and now. For you, the dreams are brought to a close. For you, it’s a closing chapter on a pathetic life.”
Relighting his cigarette, Colton Saint stands in front of the carnage at the Fulton Opera House. Another home of a failed system. He takes a drag of the cigarette as Kimberly skips over to him, as he puts his arm around her. Her hysterical laughing continues as she looks at the destroyed property. Whether it’s historical, whether it’s new… It’s a problem just aching to be solved. Project: Honor will feel the same fate each time they find a new flavor of the week to get behind. It’ll never be enough to stop them.