ULTiMATE GLORY

by **Psycho** December 2nd 2012, 2:45 pm

[-THE DAY AFTER-]
it has started!

We come in, Psycho is sitting in his hotel room. Shirt laying on the bed, brusies can be seen on Psycho's ribs and chest. Dried blood staining

his chest and face. A smile showing so sick, so sinister. He laughs as he holds his sides from the pain of even laughing, but he laughs harder.

"I told you mother fuckers. I mean business in that ring. I showed you. I made an impact, no doubt about that. An impact that will continue to ripple through these waters and cause some fucking waves. And now Steven Angel wants me in his little match? I am perfectly fine with that."

Psycho stand up and walks into the bathroom. He looks at himself in the mirror. The same sadistic smile appearing on his face from before. He turns on the shower and the scene fades to black.

[-ULTiMATE GLORY-]
it's within my reach.

They underestimated me. Fools. They overlooked me. Idiots. They thought I wasn't what I said. Morons. I have made the beginning impact that I was hoping to make and no one seems to realize what is coming if they step into my way. These fools. These idiots. These fucking morons.

We come in and Psycho is training inside a ring. Running the ropes, back and forth and bouncing off them. Dropping down, getting back up. He stops in the middle of the ring and looks up into the ceiling, obviously catching his breath. A man walks into the scene from the shadows, he looks up at Psycho from the floor.

"Hey Jayson, it is time for me to close up the gym man."

Psycho jumps out of the ring and stands next to the man. He shakes his hand.

"Alright brother. Got a good work out. Have a good night man."

Psycho walks off into the shadows and the scene fades to black.

And now we pick back up, Psycho is sitting in his hotel room once more. Watching TV. The James Betterman and Damien Young promos just finished, as Psycho received videos of them. He insists on laughing. Psycho looks down at his watch and realizes he has to be somewhere. He pulls out his Samsung Galaxy Nexus phone and looks at the calender.

iNTERViEW FOR NLWF ON RADiO SHOW. 12:00pm. Sunday December 2nd, 2012.

I think to myself, why do I need to do this stupid interview? Wrestling Radio Show? Fuck it. At least the name of the station is PiSS Radio. Should be an interesting time.

Psycho stands up and grabs his hoodie and throws it on. He leaves his room and walks down the hallway to the elevator. He rides the elevator down and goes through the lobby. His car sitting outside waiting for him. He gets in it and drives away. Fade.

Enter scene again. Psycho has arrived at the raido station, PiSS Radio. He parks and walks inside. Stops at the front desk and looks at the woman behind the counter.

"Excuse me, Stacy."

Stacy looks up. Her eyes look as though they light up. She instantly starts smiling and fumbling her fingers.

"Um...he..hello there. How can I uh....I...how can I help you, sir?"

"I have a interview scheduled for six o'clock with Johnny Creep. The name is...."

"Psycho. Ri...right? Hardcore Psychopath from the NLWF?"

"Why yes, Stacy. You are right."

"Right this way, sir."

Stacy gets up from behind her chair and motions for Psycho to follow her. They walk through the double sided doors behind her desk and down the hall. Gold records and other music memorabilia covers the walls. They take a left and stop at the door. Stacy knocks and the guy inside waves her in. Psycho follows behind.

"Hey Johnny, Psycho from the NLWF is here for his interview with you."

"Hey yeah man! Come on in dude. Let's get this thing started. Thank you Stacy."

Stacy nods and looks at Psycho once more. Smiles and brushes her hair behind her ear as she walks past him and shuts the door behind her. Psycho walks further into the room and Johnny hands him a pair of headphones. He sits down and puts them on. Johnny starts talking into his microphone as they go live on air.

"Welcome back folks! Johnny Creep here on Squared Circle live only on PiSS Radio! As I have been saying today, we have a special guest on the show tonight. He calls himself the Hardcore Psychopath. He is Psycho, from the NLWF. Fresh off of Legends of the Fall where, well. You will find out coming up next!

Johnny starts up the commercial break bit and pulls his headphone back. Psycho takes his off as well.

"Psycho, buddy, Welcome to the studio man."

"No problem dude. Gotta get some promo time somehow."

Johnny looks at his time and puts his headphones back on. Psycho follows and puts his back on also.

"Aaaaannnnnd hell yeah. Let's get this started! Psycho, why don't you go head and introduce yourself man. Tell us something about you."

"Well, I am Psycho in the NLWF. I've been in this business for quite a while. About 14 years or so. Little longer."

"Wow, long time. You are a veteran then. How do you feel about the NLWF compared to past federations you have been in? I see you've held a lot of titles, and many awards throughout your career."

"So far it seems like a perfect fit. I've been in a lot of different federations. Wrestled a lot of people. Bleed a lot and I've even cried for this business. I've only come as far and I could ever even dream of and I am just going to keep going Johnny. The NLWF seems like it will work out for me. I look forward to seeing where I can go here and what kind of feuds or friendships will form."

"I hope you stick around man. The damage I saw you cause at Legends of the Fall was simply amazing. The way you just took that match as your own, the way you destroyed Jacob Knight. He had no offense. You don't see that a lot in the wrestling industry. There is always at least a punch or two. But, there wasn't even that."

"Hey man, it isn't my fault Max Adamson backed out like a scared little bitch. As far as Jacob goes, well I am sure I caught him completely off guard. He wasn't expecting a match with me, but a match with Max. Plus....I mean....it was only Jacob Knight. That dude didn't stand a chance, and we all know that. He isn't anything in the federation. That was just a stepping stone in my return to the ring."

"This is very true. Also, you mentioned feuds. Looks like there is something there. You did attack James Betterman, twice actually."

"Yeah, he couldn't keep my name out of his mouth. He just kept talking shit. Hell, still is talking shit."

"He did bring up a point though. You did attack him just right after his match. You almost killed both yourself and James."

"I did attack him after his match. Why would I go after him before he faced Carver Ocean? Nah, I wasn't going to 'help' Ocean win his match. I was going to let the outcome be what it was. I waited until after James won by DQ and then I jumped him. As far as almost killing both of us, well, whatever. I am a high flyer. A dare devil. A hardcore powerhouse. I will do what I need to so I can get my point across. Jumping off of a letter from the stage and putting both James and myself through three tables? Well, my point was proven."

"And what was your point to be exact?"

"That I am the Hardcore Psychopath for a reason. That I am what I say I am. I takes risks that I feel are needed to take. I put everything on the line when I am out there. In the ring. On the stage entrance. Whatever. I am there to do the best I can to hurt you. And if that means putting your ass through three tables, almost killing the two of us, well then that's what happens."

"I have seen some of your past matches. I know what you are capable of. I would say though that you made an impact at Legends of the Fall. Steven Angel wanted you in his match for Ultimate Glory, and now it is happening."

"I agree. Look dude I came to the NLWF to bring them to a new level. A new level of chaos. Hardcore. Insanity. And all this match is doing is giving me a gateway to do exactly that. 3 rings? Hell yeah. Cages and ladders? I will do some damage in this match. I will put my body on the line in different spots during the match because that is what I do and what I've done for fourteen years. You see, all six of those other dudes are going to be looking at me like I am not a real threat. They saw my at Legends though. They saw what I can do without weapons."

"Okay I have to say, you are a very versatile wrestler! You were also classically trained correct?"

"I am. I was trained classically. I can wrestle along side the best of them, Johnny. I don't just have hardcore in my system. You need some technical moves? Submission moves? I have those. Powerhouse moves? No problem. High flying? You've got it. I don't like being just a stereotype for one type of wrestler. Yeah, I prefer to do hardcore because then I get to mangle my opponent. I get to make them hurt in ways that they could never imagine. Bleed. Break. But when it comes down to it, you throw me into ANY time of wrestling match and I will tell you right now, I know exactly what I am doing."

"You see, that is hard to come by now a days. Everyone is trained and have their one style they stay to. If they venture out into another style for a match, they are screwed. Say a technical wrestler ventures into hardcore? I don't see that going well."

"Well I have seen it first hand man. I've been there. I've been the enforcer of the pain in those matches. People think oh it is just hardcore, I've taken a chair shot before. Nah man. There is a certain science to the hardcore style. It takes a certain type of person to get up in the morning and be like 'I'm going to cause chaos today in the ring.' There is more than taking a chair shot or a kendo stick to the dome. You have to make sure your body can take the punishment. Especially when you come at me. I wont stick to the usual weapons of a traditional hardcore match. Barbed wire, thumb tacks, glass. Beds of nails. Dumpsters just full of weapons. I one time brought out a giant oven when I fought a Nazi douche who thought he was Hitler. That didn't end well for him. I've taken fall spots from places that most wont even think of, let alone do it either. Hardcore is not a style for everyone, it isn't for the weak of heart. And I will tell you, if you step into the ring with me, you will bleed. You will hurt. You will break. A new level is coming."

"Very well said. But Psycho, lets get talking about this match at Ultimate Glory. You are facing Steven Angel, James Betterman, Damien Young, Dave Zombie, Carver Ocean, and Max Adamson. What are your thoughts towards this match as a whole?"

"As a whole? It seems like it will be a great match up. Seven dudes all battling for the NLWF Freedom Championship. I've never been in this type of match so it will be great to get this experience. As always I will perform to the best of my abilities and do everything I need to do to walk away with the Freedom Championship around my waist."

"So what are you saying? You going to win this match?"

"No no. I wont say just yet that I will win this match. There are a lot of factors that go into winning this match. What I will say is that I will take my time and study my opponents. I will take the time and consider this match very seriously. And once I get into it, there is no turning back for anyone. Not that little bitch Max Adamson. Not James Betterman. Steven Angel. No one."

"Ok gotcha. Well so far we have heard promos from three of the other wrestlers. James, Damien, and the host of the match, Steven."

"Yeah, I've seen them."

"So what are you thinking about them? Let's start with the Damien Young promo. He mentioned you a few times. Talked about your name and your parents. Correct me if I am wrong, but your parents are not with us any longer?"

"I didn't know my parents well. They were murdered in front of me as a child. I grew up on the streets. I didn't have any family."

"And as far as your name? How do you respond to this?"

"Well obviously my name isn't Hardcore Psychopath. Or even Psycho. My name is Jayson Storm. You got that, Damien? My real name is Jayson, not Hardcore. Hell, Hardcore Psychopath isn't even my wrestling name, it is just Psycho. That's is, Psycho."

"Would you care to elaborate how you picked up the nickname, Hardcore Psychopath?"

"I picked it up in the Dark Championship Wrestling. So many hardcore and twisted matches in that place. I tore it apart. There was a feud between my then best friend Minion and I. We were Tag Team Champions. We created the Hardcore Tag Team division and we would destroy everyone in our path. One day I just got fed up with him. We ran a stable called the Crazy World Order. I didn't turn on him like a lot of people do. No, I confronted him face to face, man to man. You see, he had been going behind my back with the owner of dCw and trying to get me away from the Chaos Championship which I held. I found out and that sparked the feud. We battled countless times withing the span of 5 months. Going back and forth. Finally in our last match, we destroyed each other. I mean we were completely messed up. The match took place inside a junk yard and dude, it was brutal to put it lightly. To make this short, I dove off the top of a crane and crashed down onto him below me. We crashed through the tables there were set up and onto a pile of cars. The impact of the fall caused the pile of cars to tip over and we were sent crashing down to the ground, hard. That is when I picked up the nickname 'Hardcore Psychopath.' And I liked it, so it has just stuck over the years."

"My god! You really will put your body on the line."

"I would do it again if I had to. No second thoughts. No doubts. I bring things to new levels. I take this shit very seriously."

"That is no lie my friend."

"Listen, Damien. You think that just because you see 'Hardcore Psychopath' that it is my real name. I mean, seriously. Wow dude. Enough about that shit though. I could care less about that honestly. Don't worry about my well being. I am fine. That fall spot I took at Legends? Days ago? That was nothing. I've been through way worse then that. So don't you worry about it. I will be at Ultimate Glory and I will be more then one hundred percent physically and mentally. I hope you are ready man, I really do."

"I know I have no doubt about that. Legends of the Fall was intense though! You attacked Jacob Knight. You attacked Max Adamson. Shadow Demon. K.I.D. James Betterman. You did some work that night."

"I had to, Johnny. Jacob Knight just happened to be who I was sent after. Max, well he decided he was out. So I put a message to the NLWF through the beating on Jacob. Shadow Demon and K.I.D. brought me Max and I flattened him. Then I was just like aw fuck it. Took them two out as well. As I have said before, I am not here to make friends. As far as James goes, well, he just has one of those faces where when you see it you just want to slap him so hard he would feel like he got hit by a freight train. He ran his mouth, and he paid for it. Plain and simple really."

"As long as we are one it, what are your thoughts on James Bettermans promo?"

"Can you even call that a promo? Or would it be a porno again. Fuck dude, I don't even know where to start with this bitch. He did fall back on the gay jokes again. Like we are back in the fifth grade once more. Questioned my manhood to some sort. Like he thinks that this tactic is going to bother me or through me off. I know I'm not gay. It's cool though, James, really. Keep doing what you do."

"He did call you out calling you a bitch for attacking him from behind. I know we touched on this subject earlier, but do you have anymore thoughts on this?"

"Really, no. I did what I did. Yeah, it was after him match. But honestly, whatever dude. Don't be mad you got your pathetic ass beat twice. You want to know if I can step to you man to man? Oh trust me, I have no problem with that at all and we will get that chance at Ultimate Glory, bitch. I will show you what you want to know. And by the way, my face feels fine. But hey dude, thank you for your concern. Haha. You dumb bitch. You got the win with Carver by a DQ. A DQ. Granted it was Carver who hit you like stupid fuck. But you got the DQ decision. Good for you though. Really, good for you. I can't wait for this pay per view, James. I can't wait to get to fight you man to man. To destroy you again, but this time in a way and manor that you won't be able to bitch about it afterwords. I mean, I guess that is wrong because you can technically bitch about it, and you probably will. Eh, whatever."

"Those are very strong words Psycho."

"This fucking dude walks around like his shit don't stink. Like he has the best to ever step into the ring."

"And this is something that you dislike of him?"

"Honestly Johnny, what is there to like about this dude? I've seen jobbers that have more talent than this dick face. I am not saying I am the best in this federation, or to even step foot into this business. I am not that humble. I know my strengths and I know my weakness. I wont back down from anything, never have never will. But when it comes to the best? I still have some reaching to do that is for sure. And James? Well, he still has a lot of growing to do in this business. You can tell in his promos. You can tell in his matches. It's ok, James, I will be sure to help you out at Ultimate Glory."

"Help out James?

"By that I mean I will give him a beating that he will never forget. I will scar you. I will break you. When you look in the mirror you will see that scars I will leave on you, you will be reminded everyday of the pain I will have caused you. And by that, by having that experience....you will grow in this business. Tread lightly motherfucker cause I am far from done with you and even your little bitch Melons."

"Psycho, I have seen the things you do to loved ones once a line is crossed."

"Casualties of war my friend. I am not afraid one bit to cross the lines that people would never think of crossing."

"Well you've talked a lot about James Betterman. What about Steven Angel? He has some words to say."

"Steven Angel. The guy that also thinks he is some big shot motherfucker around here. He is also making a big mistake."

"And what is that?"

"The same mistake everyone else seems to like making. He is underestimating me."

"He mentioned your brief stent in the NLWF before they shut down last time. What do you have to say about that?"

"Ah yeah, he did say that. Said something about how it was funny that NLWF closed when I came in or some bullshit like that. I mean, I have been the reason for a federation closing, but that was a different situation and different time when I didn't give a fuck about anything. My stable Crazy World Order that I ran in the No Holds Barred federation, we captured every title in that federation and we destroyed the whole place. NHB was no more. We took the titles and went to their competition, Hardcore Wrestling Federation, and we burned the titles. End of story. But me being a reason for the NLWF closing down last time? Nah. It was simply bad timing. I came in, and didn't even get to debut. Which is fine. I had just got out of a bad spot in my life."

"You were admitted into a insane asylum right?"

"I had just got out of the place when I signed with NLWF before. And now here I am, back in it again. This time I will make sure you motherfuckers know who I am and what I am about. Steven, you want to know what is so hardcore about me? You will find out in due time dude. Ultimate Glory, I am coming for your precious title just like you wanted. You remember that little saying? Be careful what you wish for. That could never be truer than what it is in this situation."

"He also mentioned your sayings. The language used to say them."

"Memento mori and livid atrocity?"

"What language is that? And what does it mean?"

"It is Latin. A beautiful language, a hard language to learn. Memento mori is translated to 'Remember you must die.' And livid atrocity is translated to 'an act of violence.' Whats wrong Steven? You upset that I am educated? I've learned a language that not a lot of people speak. Hell, it is even printed on our currency system you dumb fuck. But really, what does it matter? You must always remember that you must die, it is inevitable. It is the only certain thing in life, you die. It just depends on how you die, and when. An act of violent is coming your way Steven. You want to throw me out of the doors of NLWF? You are more then welcome to try that out, but I will tell you now...it will take more than an army to get me out of here."

"And what about Dave Zombie, Max Adamson, and Carver Ocean?"

"The way I see it is simple, Zombie isn't a threat. He is Steven Angel with a mask. Plain and simple. The one and the same. Kind of like I have my Psycho side and my Jayson side. Zombie, your little alter ego is going to get you hurt dude, hurt badly. Max Adamson, we all know you are a little bitch that probably wont even show up to this match because it is just simply to hardcore for you. Carver Ocean, we had some exchange of kind words, but make no mistake....I will fucking break you."

"Well there you have it folks. The words spoken from NLWF's own Psycho. Thank you for tuning in, until next time...THIS IS PISS

RADIO!"

Psycho stands up, setting his head phones down on the desk. Johnny stands up and shakes his hand.

"Thank you man, that was a good interview."

"No problem Johnny. Now if you'll excuse me brother."

Psycho walks out of the door he entered in and walks down the hall. He stops at the desk where Stacy is and she looks up smiling. Psycho leans over and whispers in her ear and kisses her cheek. He slides a piece of paper to her and walks out of the doors of the studio. The camera fades.

All these mother fuckers, they just don't get it. They don't understand. Don't know my past, don't know shit. I am making an impact in this federation. I will destroy all who steps into my way, and that is the god damn truth. This battle royal, I will enter it like everyone else and I will do my best to win, but it I don't whatever. But this Freedom Championship match. I will do everything in my power, my abilities, to win this match. Dave Zombie, Max Adamson, Carver Ocean, Steven Angel, and James Betterman, I'm coming for all of you. Tread lightly motherfuckers. Memento Mori."