Jason Aries vs Schmeid

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Singles Match
Jason Aries vs Schmeid

Deadline: 3-11-14 at Midnight CST


Story: Schmeid returns to action! However, it's more like he's been UNLEASHED to action! Last week, Aries was merely one half of the architects responsible for the tag team tourney loss of The Establishment. However, it appears it goes beyond that. Aries poor attempt at recognizing The Establishment as an elite team in PWX, has him paying for it this week. Schmeid has only been a monster of destruction as all he has done is destroyed anyone or anything that has come across his path. Schmeid also has yet to even be defeated. Can Aries pull off the HUGE upset and be the one to bring down the beast? Or will Schmeid, who's had a long history of violence, tally up yet another victim to his already long list of casualties?

[Jason Aries]

The scene opens on a dimly lit street as we can tell the camera is moving forward as it then begins to slow down as we see a figure standing in the path. The figure standing in the way is dressed but the only thing we can make out is the bad company hoodie as his back is to us. The hood is up covering his head and the back of his neck as the camera watches on. The moments slowly pass as finally the sound of a voice can be heard through the stillness in the air.

“They said it could not be done they said this was the end they said they were going to be the ones to end our run towards the tag team championship. The entire week all it was, was what they said they were going to do how quickly that came to an end did it not? The two men who believe they run the world ran in to the best tag team in the world and were beaten. Darin Zion and Brian Hollywood are two men who would have you believe what happened was a fluke a flash in the pan if you will. The problem with that thought logic is one quite simply of it happened in the middle of the ring. I now must be punished at least that’s what I am being told but it is it a punishment really?”

The figure slowly turns around now facing the camera but we all know by now who it is as through the darkness we can see it is Jason who has a serious look on his face. The expression does not change as once again the moments just continue to pass with the camera watching on. The man that was once in turmoil over his career is now showing of a man on top of the world. The thoughts in his head seem to collect themselves as he continues on.

“I guess this is where I hit my knees and beg for my job as Brain so quaintly put it there is one problem with that I beg no man and I back down from now challenge. I am not going to stand here and down play that he is not making an impact he is but he is no beat he is a mere man. The size the power will not make up for what he truly needs that being heart to continue on and on and on. I won’t out power him but I can and will out quick him out strike him and I will outlast him. I would have thought these two would have known that by now but I guess I will just show them again. I will go through anything and I mean anything to walk out with my arm raised in victory.”

The sounds can be heard but they do not seem to affect him as he just continues to glare at the camera nothing seems to be able to break his focus. The sounds of dogs barking off in the distance can be heard as his eyes look like two black holes. The thoughts seem to be racing through his mind but he is doing well in keep his composure as the camera watches him. He takes another few moments to figure out what he is going to say before he finally begins to continue on.

“The two men behind this so called beast will once again be looking like fools when the lasting image will be me standing over his prone broken body. I know what it is going to take and I know what I am going to go through but unlike most men I welcome it. I have the nickname the Phenom for a reason and it’s not just something catchy to put on a tee shirt. I will once again show the world that while I may be making a run as a team I can still be one of the best singles competitors in the world. I am going to embarrass the establishment once again each time is one more brick I take away. The more challenges I overcome the more I chip away at the foundation of the establishment until it crumbles.”

He begins to slowly clinch is fists and as he does the camera zooms in on them for a split second before pulling back getting him in to focus. The confidence is radiating off of him as the camera just watches on as he glares with no real facial expression. He takes his focus off the camera for a few moments as he looks off in to the distance before his eyes begin to refocus. The thoughts in his mind once again seem to compose themselves as he continues on.

“I could be gloating and boasting about what happened this past week but the truth is it’s not over with yet because for you Darin and you Brain Bad Company will be your ultimate downfall. I know the man your putting In front of me is just a lackey who is here for nothing more than your dirty work. I have no issue with that I will take out everyone and anyone you put in my way. I want you to both look in to my eyes your beast as well and ask yourself your own question do you know what you are doing. I am going to show the entire world a new brand of brutality. I know what must be done I am the man who will be the one slaying the beast once and for all.”

He once again turns his back and begins to walk away as we can see the words Bad Company disappear off in the distance as the seen slowly comes to a close fading to black.

[schmied]

Winter 2008: Phase 1

It's winter time; and it's been a long, cold winter here in the facilitiy. And my commrades particularly aren't tThe cold, winter air continues to beat against my body. But I continued to feel nothing, as my soul felt the same way. The cold air whisks against the dismal gray brick walls and my chains continue to hold me to my wall. Solitude! I grew tired of these stupid mind games my comrades wanted to continue to play with me. They sat me in their interrogation rooms for hours, continuing to claim that I had found the inner beast within me, but I still didn't know who I'd became. All I remembered: death surrounded me. My parents and brother: dead. My relatives didn't care about me, and all these people wanted me to "save them" whatever that meant. But all I saw each and every time I closed my eyes: pain, suffering, misery, pestilence, hatred, etc. It's all I came to know, and yet somehow, it felt like...home.

As I hung against the wall, I closed my eyes, trying to think back to the times with my family, but nothing hit me. Every time I tried to remember my childhood, my mind continually blocked it. All I saw was the cause. These people wanted me to use my body to destroy anyone who opposed their message: they wanted a new world order. They constantly talked about a world with no war, no famine, no hate, but I could at least make out the jist of their cause: they wanted a pure race of people who looked alike, who didn't have an developmental challenges, nothing. I knew in my heart, I didn't want to face their cause. But yet, as each time passed, I continually grew to love these people. While they kept me as a prisoner, I felt they'd been the only family I'd ever had.

As I continued to stare off into the deep spaces of the cold, grey, lifeless bricks, my rage continued to flare. I wanted: vengeance. I wanted freedom. I wanted...death. As I started to fall asleep, immediately a bright, gleaming, beam of light hit my forehead. I looked towards the sky and I saw a team of doctors sitting in a booth. I couldn't hear them talking, but I knew I continued to play their subject. It'd been many months since I'd seen that same team of doctors, trying to help my medical condition, but honestly, they grew on me. But yet, I still couldn't help but feel conflicted. Finally an ear piercing screech came across the PA system. A loud, deep bass voice echoed across the chamber I called home. "Time for your daily therapy."

Therapy...that's what's for the weak. I'd had enough of them using that term. Especially them with their weak and pathetic bodies. They couldn't take me. They HID behind me. From the start I knew I was to be their weapon. And as the door opened to their realm, I knew today was my day for freedom. I knew today; I'd break free.

A set of men in white jackets came holding a rusty set of keys: perfect! They continued to bring rusty restraints of steel, and form into a special formation, but little had they known I'd spent time analyzing their formation each time they'd stepped into MY realm. They did it like clock work to make sure I wouldn't get a chance to get a shot at them in. However, they didn't know my mental abilities. As the men immediately unlatched the restricting chains, I immediately fell towards the ground, almost weakened: time for the emergency formation.

" STEH AUF, JETZT!" The man in the white coat continued to yell at me hoping I'd get up on his command.

I attempted to talk, but I started gasping for breath. I could feel my lung tightening. My body continued to weaken, struggling to survive my condition. I fought to talk and tried to get back, and each of the guards continued to yell different duragotory terms, or for me to get up, kicking me stiffly each time. The people with the restraints started to back away from me: time to go to work. Immediately when the next guard went for a stiffer kick, I immediately grabbed him and people started to gasp from in the box. A red light started to go off to signal the break and my time was up. I immediately grabbed the man's foot and broke it into two pieces. He screamed and everyone backed away, almost like in fear. They'd practiced their protocol, but terror struck their hearts as I stood up and moved around for the first time. They'd secretly trained me in combat and knew it: I could easily kill them.

" Leck mich am Arsch, wertlos Tool!" I muttered back to the man who's leg I broke, telling him to fuck himself.. Then I immediately grabbed him and picked him up. I looked around the room upon the terrified soldiers. They slowly backed away as I laughed manically. "That's right, puppets, back up. You'll realize what your Schmied can do." I immediately snapped the man's necked without hesitation. I didn't care about his family. I didn't care if he'd even signed up for his cause just to save his own neck. He stood in my way to freedom.

The other guards immediately started to charge me to subdue me. Those stupid, pitiful fools. As they immediately tried to charge me, I grabbed the corpse and started swinging it into each person one at a time, knocking them down until I wore them down. The people with the restraints then tried charging me after the weaponless guards tried to grab me. As they grabbed my left arm, I immediately swung my right arm straight into their faces, immediately breaking anyone's nose who dared touch me. As the restraint sat on my left arm, I immediately started swinging it, knocking each guard out without hestation. A few died upon impact of the bar as the crimson life force slowly drained from their ears and noses from the impact of the bar to the brain. Some stayed their lifeless until I jabbed the bar through the rest of their weak and pathetic heads. By the end of the battle, all of them laid down: dead.
"Mission accomplished you sick and twisted bastards; I'm now going...."

PWEFFT!

The dart penetrated my neck before I even had a second thought. My vision started to blur and I saw a shadowy figure immediately stood over me. He stood COMPLETELY stiff, like a true solider. You could tell he was smiling, even though he started to look like a complete black outline of himself. As I fell towards the ground, looking up towards the light. He yelled it almost victoriously, like he'd accomplished something!

"Schmied, Sie sind perfekt und makellos! Sie haben in Ihrem ersten Test erfolgreich! Auf Phase zwei zu bewegen!" (Blacksmith, you are perfect and flawless! You have succeeded in your first test! Move onto phase two!)

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"No one understands what freedom truly means to me. For all my life, I've been disregarded and treated like shit by my own family. No one wanted me after my parents and brother perished. They threw me into a concentration camp with a whole bunch of brainwashing neo-nazi bastards. I had to sit back my entire life and get brain washed to become a lethal killing machine. But Darin Zion set me free almost 6 years ago and I've never seen the world the same way. I get sick and tired of all you people constantly fucking bitching about how terrible Darin Zion runs this company. Darin Zion runs the company completely and utterly well and gives all you fucking worthless talent a chance to shine. He has set you free to run with your characters in the direction you want to run with them and you all bitch that he's controlling the roster with the iron fist. He expects perfection, hard work, and talent: me!

See I'm your blacksmith PWX. I'm exactly what a talent should look like, act like, and be like. I'm the epitome of perfection. My body's molded into a wrecking machine easily able to kill anyone with ease. My mind clear and free, completely free in thought, able to strategize in a moment's notice and kill my prey easily. I should sit atop the throne in PWX and hold our championship belt for not losing a single match in my entire time in both incarnations of PWX. And what do you fuck heads in the audience bitch about? That I'm a Goldberg rip off and I'm one dimensional. Newsflash: I'm a fucking killing machine. Am I supposed to cut promos when I have the greatest mouthpiece in professional wrestling: absolutely! But by Satan's ghost you bitch constantly that I'm just the generic big man wrestler. While that's true in some aspects; I've got the talent to back my work of art up in the ring, and I've trained under a former PWX grand slam champion. Like I said months ago: if you think I'm some Neanderthal, idiotic caveman who just wrecks people because I'm big; you're fucking wrong. I walk into this ring, I destroy people because that's exactly my purpose in life: to eliminate the imperfect. I hate complaints because there's no perfection in it. I grew up in it and I expect it! You march in line, or I fucking rip your head off. And I've proven it time and time again.

Little known fact: I've tangled with the best that PWX's had to offer. I've torn apart Adam Stryker, John Ojeda, Ryan Kidd, Jessica Harmony, and destroyed John Pariah's career by throwing his ass off the sound stage. I made Brian Hollywood see the light after annihilating him too. I'm a cold, heartless fucking man, and I don't care how many families I destroy when I walk into that ring and conquer my opponents. Hell, I enjoyed hearing the next day how John Pariah's family cried when I threw daddy off the fucking stage. Why? Because they're just as worthless as he was to PWX. All he constantly did was spew his fucking poison throughout the locker room, rallying the troops to overthrow Darin Zion. Guess where Pariah is? His contract expired and he's sitting at home like a retired and retarded vegetable all because I fucking did what I promised I'd do. And if I got the chance to storm the ring and tangle with Ojeda again; I'd stand tall with Ojeda's precious PWX title, throwing his fucking ashes into the faces of his bicycle gang banging bitches. That'd be my thank you for knocking my teeth out and making me look like my idol: Chris Benoit. I'd burn that worthless bitch into the ground and show him how to fucking murder, kill, and ring them all, whatever his old catch phrase to burn PWX to the ground was. I don't fucking remember or care about him and his hypocritical 'I stand for PWX bullshit.' If anyone's here to stand for PWX: Schmied's the man and blacksmith.

I've spent almost a year here in PWX crafting all you, my play toys, into things I can easily break and shatter. You're all fucking expendable. Once I rip off your fucking heads and throw them out into these tools' laps in the audience; Darin Zion and Brian Hollywood would break down and buy the next wrestler for me to destroy. No one in the audience cares about the Adam Strykers, the John Ojedas or the John Pariahs. They're tools paying to see a roman gladiator rip off the fucking lions head, drink its blood, and celebrate in their victory. Each one of you wrestlers in that fucking locker room don't have the drive, the ability, or the capacity to stand with me. You all expect hand outs without having to earn shit. What are you guys on the roster? A bunch of fucking entitled and self righteous bastards! You think Darin Zion should hand out title shots. Funny thing: Darin Zion did that and fed Adam Stryker to lions. And what happened last week is exactly what deserved to happen to Adam Stryker. But that little fucktard didn't want to stay fucking down. He stepped his nose into the Establishment's business and gave Nighthawk and Aries the win after I tried to save my savior. So what happens this week shows that we won't take your fucking bullshit.

Jason Aries: I'm talking to your worthless ass. Ever since you stepped into a PWX ring, all you've fucking done is standing in the fucking background letting people carry your ass. You ended up winning your Evolution Title out of pity, and I bet even your partner Nighthawk teamed with you hoping to save you. Bitch please, he's the fucking star. You just wanted your fifteen minutes of fame after what you did last week. I called your ass out specifically because you hoped to gain yourself some fucking spotlight when you drop kicked Darin Zion across the canvas and cost us an opportunity to prove our warfront with the PWX roster. That wasn't entertainment: that's insubordination. You're probably one of those people who've stepped on Twitter hoping to quit to get Darin Zion to step to YOUR fucking tune like others did. What do you think the Establishment walked out of our mother's wombs yesterday? We don't do what YOU fucking want us to do. That's what got PWX into the shit storm it stood in almost 10 fucking years ago. We're not going to let the inmates run the asylum, unless they came from the asylum in the first place.

Just in case you didn't figure that reference out, you fucking idiot, it's me Aries. I came from the asylum, I ran it, and I decimated it. It's exactly how I plan to destroy your ass too. I plan on taking your pathetic 5' 9" twiggy body and tearing it literally in half. I might crush your skull against a ring post, I might smash my boot so far up through your jaw that I kill you that way, but bottom line is: this won't be a David vs. Goliath match like a couple weeks ago. I let Stryker think he had the upper hand so that our plan would go through and we'd lead that son of a bitch out to pasture under the pressure. You'll be disregarded immediately like a piece of old meat. Hell, even if Darin Zion might allow Nighthawk to stand next to you in the match; I'll just destroy you both at the same time and help Vox Populi or whoever else wins this week advance quicker to the Tag Team Titles. After this week Aries, the last thing on your mind will be to dishonor Darin Zion again. You'll worry if you can even take another breath after I'm done. Crushed lungs, broken sternum, pick whatever injury you'd like to walk out with. I might give you that gift, or I might give you the old yeller treatment like I did to Johnny Boy.

Bottom line Jason: you don't mess with perfection unless your perfect yourself. I'm PWX's only perfect wrestler. I'm it's future and the sooner you and others realize, the better off you are. You either stand next to the Establishment and take our gifts of support and benevolence, or I shred your guts up for a nice little worthless gift these fans can sell for on eBay. Your bones and cadaver will make a nice monument to my awesomeness after I kill you this week. You might think you can pull off this whole little guy beats the meat head gimmick, but unfortunately; your bed time stories don't come true. You can't wish upon a star or rub a magic lamp and make me go away or defeat me. You'll have to kill me before I lose. And I guarantee your worthless ass cannot kill me. You've got a fucking heart. So try you best, research my strategies, because I'll laugh your weak ass hits against me. Bring your weapons because after Adrenline, when you meet the Blitzkrieg Hammer; I guarantee Jerry Clark will come out and have to scrape your blood, skin, and shit off our ring before we can have our next match. "

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Winter 2008: Phase 2

"Get up! We have work to do my work of art!"

While the unknown man's tone seemed warm and loving, I felt the violent tugging of my mask pulling back as a couple of soldiers pulled it back violently. Restrained, I tried to swing and take their heads off, but it was no use. I wanted to sleep and end this misery. My face throbbed due to the branding and cutting of my hideousness. I could feel drops of blood running against my jaw as my eyes violently thrusted open. My tempered heated; I remembered: they placed me....here? Before I even gave a second thought, I turned around: PARADISE!

Most of the times I'd grown accustomed to the terrible living conditions I lived in over time: small cell blocks, chains, dark rooms, damp, cold, and sickening. However, for the first time in years I felt warm circulating through my veins. The world thrived with many colors: red, golden, green, blue. All gleamed as the brightly colored chandeliers beamed down like stars upon me. I sat with my legs chained to a chair bolted down tightly towards the ground. The chair made of iron, rusty iron, secured me down so I had no range of motion. My arms remained shackled to the marble counter in front of me. However, I still felt conflicted. My captors who have treated me like shit gave me comfort? There must be a catch. As soon as awoke, he stood right in front of me. The leader stood tall with confidence, almost like a war hero. His eyes gleamed blue and his smile crooked. His grey hair was slicked back, perfectly combed back. His outfit decorated with medals all made his camouflage stand out. He immediately reached for a cigar, cut it down, and lit it up. The plume of smoke wafted through the air. I immediately got sick.

"Care for one my blacksmith?" He said in English, almost kind and lovingly.

"Now you fucktards speak English. Didn't think I didn't pick up on you talking shit about me before now did you? And the answer to your question is a resounding fuck no! That shit's disgusting I don't want to touch it if my life depended on it."

He reached over for his elegantly decorated, red, royal throne. He kicked back and placed his feet upon the counter, not giving a shit if he left a smudge. You could tell he owned the place. He excited spoke "excellent the training worked. We broke you of your past habits. You've now been cleansed and refocused."

Refocused? Bitch please! I didn't need refocused: they made me perfect. At least, that's the memory that continued to echo through my head. I never needed any substance to function. I'd earned my body due to the hard work, determination, and pride THEY gave me. What the fuck did he mean by that? Especially since they'd injected me with their "antidote." Like we all know they didn't HELP my cause. As he continued to sit back comfortably, I looked at my captor rather confused. He brushed my confusion off and continued to speak. "Very well then you don't remember, nor should you. Our training was meant to break your memories of the past for relapses. You don't need those memories to cause you to go off the deep end again. Let's say we just focused you a bit better than what you'd done in the past."

"Past? I don't even remember what it was like before here. All I know is I feel like a caged animal and I want to destroy anything that walks in my path to gain freedom. And you're fucking dead ass stands in my way of that, and if it weren't for all your fucking fancy toys, I'd have knocked your pathetically weak ass head into the graveyard."

Clearly my statements amused him. He started to clap slowly as he leaned back in his throne comfortably. You could almost read his thoughts. You saw in his eyes the complete terror yet the complete success of me sitting in front of him. Whatever he did; he succeeded. I still couldn't flash back to my past if I dared wanted too. However, I couldn't help but want to listen to what he said. My rage ceased in my soul as he continued speaking. I couldn't explain it; he memorized me. "Well, we had to take precautions with you. You're violent history doesn't really please our cause. You needed to face certain...restrictions. I think you'll start understanding. We here have your best interests out. We want to groom you to become successful, a well oiled machine. We expect the best out of our graduates. And clearly you past the test Mr..."

"DON'T FUCKING SAY IT! I'm SCHMIED!"

Something in me snapped. He wanted to use THAT word. I couldn't stand THAT word. It was the one thing my mind continued to see every time I knew wanted to preface my name. I couldn't stand my real name. It sunk my heart, tore me into two. It send a warm rage of hatred down my spine and completely unleashed the animal within me. I didn't want to live that life. But what life? I couldn't help it but wonder. The pure unadulterated confusion made me lose control. However, my...master....wait....captor continued to sit back almost amused. He felt some sick and twisted...pleasure. You could almost since the homoerotic erection he got from me calling myself Schmied. He took a long drawn out drag off the cigar, inhaled the smoke, and blew it towards me. While I coughed, he continued to lay out his plans.

"Very good! You hate your name. We've broken your spirit project Schmied. Do what we ask of you and you'll not have to kill anyone to earn your freedom. It'll get handed to you. Because soon you will learn to call me something other than your captor; you will call me...."

"M....MAS...MAS.......MOTHER FUCKER WHAT'D YOU DO?!" I immediately screamed at him realizing he wanted me to call him master. Yet, something continued to make me feel almost comfortable to say the words, like I desired to say it....he TRAINED me to say it. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

He stood up and looked me directly in the eyes: fearlessly. "So I did a little bit of training on you while you spent the night knocked out. You needed it. You clearly haven't seen the bigger picture. I'm molding you into something the world needs: perfection. You're a man with no direction, you had no future, and now I've turned you into the Blacksmith of the world. You're the perfect size, shape, and perfect weapon. I'm training you to think critically, to develop war strategy to lead an army to success. I want to give you the world of riches and wealth. I'm not here to change you Schmied, you came here for your own free will. You came here to change. And I gave you that change. I wanted to take you away from the world that didn't care about you, make you dead to it, and I wanted to make you the perfect human. Someone they would fear, respect, and crave to become like. And now you sit in front of me ready for phase two. Or so I think you might be after you killed almost ten without hesitation."

The smoked wafted from his cigar as he crossed his hands and leaned forward. The room got silent for a moment. He looked at me rather openly, almost inviting me to say something. He even got within my reach. While I wanted to reach across and strangle him, I also wanted to hug him. Why did I have so much conflict in my soul? I...just...cannot help....ugh!

"If you're inviting me to join, why would I want to join someone like you. You locked me up in a little box. Then you invite me to free myself so I'll kill you? You sound like some twisted individual. It's like you know me before..." he immediately interrupted me.

"I even speak? Let's just say I know everything about you. I set mental triggers to completely subdue your hatred. And now I'm taking that hatred to craft the perfect world. You know only conflict and I subdued the demons of conflict compared to when you first walked into my office years ago. I had to spend years breaking those demons, changing your thoughts, but clearly I did such a good job at wiping your memory, that you only know what I've told you and trained you upon daily. But you cannot remember that. But I promise you this Schmied, in due time, you'll know I'm benevolent. I will give you free reign, and in due time you will accept me."

I struggle more as he continues to speak. There's something within me that wants to continue fighting him off, but the more he speaks, the more he makes since. My memories continue to open up towards the times he reached out and spoke to me while under their "antidotes." Slow memories of the past few years continued to flash before my eyes..had I lived through an illusion? And suddenly I started to see his grand plan. He saw me as a broken and conflicted person. Yet he saw me as useful. No one ever called me that, even if they did chain me up. As I sat in the chair he took a big drag off his cigar. He immediately reached his hand forward.

"NO....don't! Why are you doing this to me?"

My body started to convulse for a moment. The guards immediately surrounded me as I started to grab my head. It continued to throb. As he did, he continued to stick his hand out. As my vision blurred, I could see guards immediately started to pull him back, but he immediately reached for a cane, he started striking them demanding they stay back. My ears tunneled out so I could barely hear anything. As I started to come back; I could hear him barely muttering. "You will get blood, vengeance, hatred for what they did to you....you will get freedom....and most of all...death!!!"

As each moment passed through my convulsion, I knew what he finally wanted from me. He wanted me to seek revenge for those who did this to me, who put me here. Who never cared about what happened to me and to avenge the death of my family. He wanted to destroy the conflict and he wanted me to kill. This man seemed...perfect instead of the villain now. He immediately stepped over towards me and slapped me for a few moments. Dazed and confused, he looked at me and held my face. I didn't want him to deny me this. My body fell limp and I surrendered to him. A cloud of smoke hit my face as I started to become more cognizant.

"Do you accept my offer now? "

I paused for a moment and smiled through my leather mask, completely obedient to him. I called him out by name. As I started to pass out, I weakly muttered out his name and my head immediately hit the marble.

"Yes, master!"