Darin Zion vs Jayson Logan

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Singles Match
Darin Zion vs Jayson Logan

Deadline: 4-1-14 at Midnight CST


Story: This match up is said to be quite odd. Unless, of course, you heard about the announcement regarding Darin Zion's "return" to the ring. A lot of people find it bogus already as Zion has been fighting in ring lately already but that's not what got people's attention. Zion has announced, specifically, his return to the Hybrid Division. No doubt Zion is eying a historic title chase, but his first stop is Jayson Logan. Logan, who came up quite short in his fatal four way last week at High Stakes, looks to try and find something to keep him alive in PWX. It's no secret already that Logan is barely clinging to life already in PWX.

[Darin Zion]

[Darkness fades into the sheer cold red color of blood in the background. I continuously hear ear piercing screams in the background. Shivers run down my spine as I continue to look around. A brisk, cold wind begins to pick up and the blood around me continues to form into the background of my old house. Dismal, old, and rickety, the floors creek silently as I walk through the house. Each creek pierces the sound barrier that even a ninja could not sneak around my house. As I continue to walk further into the living room, surrounded by the old flower paintings of a 1980's art collector, I continued to peak over the corner. I see an old lady, curlers in her hair, relaxing for the last time in front of her TV. As I look over at her, something looks different. Her body sits there completely relaxed...almost....lifeless. I rush over towards her, and check her face....blood completely covers her smashed in face. Blood continues to pour out her neck from the wound. I look up and scream out in a primal tone, in complete agony and the background flashes towards light. A soft, quiet tone relaxes my body as the bright white light gleams around me.]

Clara: Why do these dreams still haunt you? You got past all the torture from my death. Not that I'm a jealous person any more, but I cannot help but worry about you, sweetie! You keep having random flashbacks to your parents' deaths over the past few weeks, not to mention I'm sure you've had these flashbacks from the past few years, but why honestly haven't you gotten free of this torture.



Darin Zion: Forgiveness...it's something I never asked for from them. All these years with what happened to my brother and I, I hated my parents for it. And I never got the chance to make amends. Every waking minute I wanted to walk back into that shitty house, hug my parents, all while telling them that I overcame the odds from their bullshit over all these years...I wanted to at least move past them disowning me. Yet every time, I cannot help that I could have saved them from...him.

[The dark shadow emerges from the background. His eyes glow dark red. The character moves methodically, meticulously, quietly. A huge shadow blade emerges from within his back and his sadistic laughter. He slowly dissolves and fades into the background like smoke. Pure whiteness surrounds as I look at Clara's forgiving eyes. They continue to beam a blue color, her body glows white like a saint. She reaches up to touch my face, but of course I feel nothing. Tears start to rush down my face. As I sob uncontrollably, she smiles at me.]

Clara: Now that's the man I wanted to marry.

[Clara reaches over and kisses me on the forehead. I reach around the air she is in and wrap my arms around her, wishing I wasn't a dream. I close my eyes for a moment a take a deep breath and sigh. We dance around for a moment, slowly, as I look up into the bright sky. I gaze at the bright gleaming light shining warmly down on both of us. I keep flashing back to the night where she met her untimely demise and how I still feel trapped without her on earth. All my pain, anguish, and torture continue to plague me. I look up towards the sky and whisper in her ear.]


Darin Zion: I know I cause most of my own misery. I know I typically open my mouth and stick my size 13 boot into it. I continually dream about the what ifs and could have beens, and I now dream of vengeance. I cannot get one stinking break since I grew up.

Clara: Yes, but it's part of life. You have to deal with the tough situations. You cannot continue to dwell on it all. Now grant it, I cannot stop you from seeking vengeance. But I can tell you it won't liberate you like you would expect. It'll continue to turn your life into misery and give you that sense of temporary satisfaction. But I understand, you don't even get that feeling. You've yearned to at least have a break go your way for it.

Darin Zion: Yes, honestly, you hit the nail right on the head. I would love nothing more than to grab my mother's killer around the neck and kill him. Grant it, I got that satisfaction when I did that to your killer by slitting his throat and leaving him in cold blood to drown in a lake, but I still haven't found satisfaction in that. After that, I just turned into the hitman everyone hired to do their dirty work. I wrestled by day, and by night, I killed. I worked my ass off for nothing. Everything I got out of every turn, I just...I just...

[Tears started to roll down my face more. Everywhere I turned I continued to see destruction, hatred, torment. I felt it consume my soul more and more, even within the light. The white fades around me and Clara glowed even more. She looked around as thunder started flashing around in the background. She nodded for a moment and I knew she had to go and leave me. I didn't want my ex-fiancé to leave me. I still held onto her memories after all these years later. Her face looked expressionless as she started to walk towards the sky.]

Clara: I'm not supposed to show mortals anything, but this time I'll make an exception. You gave me all my dreams after all. I shouldn't 'influence' decisions, but honestly, I want you to end your misery. I want you to see part of what I see, and maybe this will make more sense as time goes on. But for now, this is all I'm giving you. I love Darin. I appreciate the life you gave me and I hope you find the answer I want you to see...



Man: They'll never see...they'll never know...tonight's my night.

[Immediately I sit up in my bed and blood pumps through my body. Terror controls me, freezes me in my place. I wipe the sweat off the top off my forehead quickly and pound the nightstand next to me. The noise rattles, and immediately Morgana jumps from her bed. Her black covers her very desirable body. She wipes the sleep from her eyes and turns the lamp. Her eyes look completely furious, almost controllable anger. She takes once glance at me, turns back and her immediate frustration cools down a bit. The lamp glows in both our eyes and we both have that tired, annoyed look in our eyes. I sit up from our king-sized bed, throw off the black comforter off our bed, and immediately walk towards the balcony, grabbing my soft, and silky royal blue robe. I run my finger through my head and she walks outside to wrap her arms around me. We both look up towards the sky: a completely clear, warm starry night. The stars glow valiantly in the night sky, beaming with the white full moon: a perfect skyline to paint a romantic scene. But we both knew nothing romantic was about to take place.]

Morgana: You had another night terror again...didn't you?

Darin Zion: Yes, one of those ones I just cannot help but feel like it was real...

[She immediately read right through me. She knew me like her favorite book. She reached over and kissed my neck for a moment, trying to calm me down.]

Morgana: She came to you again in dream? That doesn't happen often from what you told me. I could feel the sexual tension in your body...

[Reluctantly her grip loosens. I turn around and look her directly into the eyes sincerely. I kiss her on the forehead, reassuring her I only cared for her. Her eyes draped down towards the ground. I spoke down towards her as she looked toward the cold marble floor on our balcony. She still felt uneasy.]

Darin Zion: Look, I cannot help when I have those visions, but this time, I got something I know is right. My gut just tells me I can lead the investigation on my mother's death. I...SAW something. Not everything, not the face, the murderer, but I saw a clue. It would point to some of the investigation.

Morgana: Yes, but they'll think you're crazy! You're dead girlfriend comes back and haunts you in your dreams and gives you a clue? I believe you, but they won't. Not to mention, you burned the only evidence they could do more investigations on.

Darin Zion: No, Valencio did according to records. And while I admit, I acted rash purely for the sake of my emotional state from the hatred of my parents; I make mistake. Just because I know how to cover my tracks doesn't mean from time to time I don't have my human moments. I hated that house. I loathed every damn feeling that rushed over me the moment I stepped back into that place Morgana. You wouldn't blame me. How many times did you wish you could go off record and...

Morgana: Act irrationally? Tons! But I didn't do it! Look Darin...

[My anger swells up within me. Tons of emotions flood me the second she doubted me. I immediately push her back and glare with hatred in my eyes. My face glows bright red with a vengeance. Morgana stumbles as she regains her footing, her face turning red. She continues to hold back, but you can tell she wants to grab me and hang me from the balcony and kill me. Her past featured many episodes of guys abusing her. I backed away to show a bit of non-threatening behavior, but she still curled her lips out of anger.]

Darin: Look, I don't need doubt! You know me! I'm not a psycho! You have to trust me! I know where this'll lead me. You didn't see that....


Morgana: I don't fucking care what you saw Darin Matthews! Don't throw me like that again! I'll leave your ass and go back to the streets. And you damn well know it too! I'll make damn sure you're alone.

Darin Zion: Why? So I fucking face this feeling constantly? Good God Morgana, I spent months searching for you. And you want to fight over this? I have sources! Dear God, do you not know how I work? You didn't SEE the words.....those.....

[Tears start flowing out of anger. I suck them back in my rage. I don't want to deal with it. Every emotion continues to haunt me since that damned murder. I get fucking sick of dealing with people not understand me. Not understanding my pain to not get to say good bye to your parents, to know they died without forgiving you. To know my parents had enemies all this time that wanted to kill them. Then to have people ridicule you for working your ass off for years, telling you your dreams won't amount to anything. I'd just had it with my life and feeling alone. I clinched fists and she started to calm down. I immediately ran to the balcony and slammed my fist against it. I shook my head and maintained silence. Morgana then walked over towards me and put her arm around me.]

Morgana: I'm sorry.



Morgana: What did the note say?



Darin Zion: Sweet Vengeance is mine tonight.

[The light bulb clicked and we shared that moment of reading each other's minds. She knew my dad's preaching style. Many people over the last few years tormented and twisted my dad during the last few years of their lives. I had a list of them. She knew where I kept that list. I reached for her night cabinet and pulled out a bible and pulled back a secret compartment. She looked at me and gave me a big kiss.]

Morgana: Do whatever it takes! I know you will solve it. Just be safe! Please for me?



Darin Zion: Absolutely darling, Valencio will make sure of it.

{To Be Continued}

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"Why don't you all just shut up for once in your miserable lives? I'm the best at my craft in the world and I know how to command all you tools like puppets. Ever since I stepped into a PWX ring almost 10 years ago, I've spent ages perfecting the craft on manipulating all of your emotions. You just don't realize it. You fail to realize I'm the best villain in the game, the best hero, and the man who's controlled you all for almost an entire decade. Not many superstars get the privilege of pulling your strings to strategically care about what I want you to care about. And what's so funny is you tools think your words and criticism keeps me back. Please, if I let your opinions matter, I wouldn't step in the ring entertaining all you worthless fans, trolling you every which way I can. Let me put it to you simply: I CONTROL YOU.

My "faggatory" remarks, my smark shots, even the moves I make all fit into a chess set I crafted almost five years ago when I stepped my foot back into a PWX. I pulled your strings, I manipulated you into loving me and celebrating me as your hero, when I knew I deserved it the entire time. I owned my role as the underdog, super hero, and savior of PWX from Brian Hollywood. You still don't want to take me seriously because I "cry like a baby" when I don't get my way. But I craft the story, I own it, and rather you like the end result of the story, I don't fucking care. I stopped giving two fucking shits about you worthless people the moment I gained the world in this company. And no one can ever deny for one second I haven't proven my fucking worth. I've climb the ladder from holding the Evolution X Pride Championship, PWX's lowest title in its history, and rose to the top of PWX and ascended to an multiple federation mid card championship. Yet, you all pieces of shit continue to proclaim wrestlers like Adam Stryker, John Ojeda, and even my own stable mate: Brian Hollywood better than me. Newsflash: I claimed this empire 10 years ago and I'm not letting any person pry control out of my hands. Rather you like it or not, I've pulled your fucking strings and I'm the biggest douche in the entire world. Rather I want to paint myself as the jock from high school you want to punch so fucking hard in the face that I fade from existence or as the cold, calculated dictator that shuts down the dreams of the worthless peons like you and Adam Stryker: I've controlled the game the entire time.

And this week, I set the fucking standard again.

Did it ever occur to you worthless fans that I want to reclaim my throne at the top of Hybrid Division for a reason? I am it's standard, it's cornerstone, it's innovator. PWX has only had two Hybrid Grand Slam winners, but only one of them reached that pinnacle and carried the damn company on his back bone for ten fucking years. It wasn't the Troy Stones, Rhonins, TJ Codairs, Jordan fucking Calibans, the Jessica Harmonys, or even the Nikki Blades. I'm the only PWX star that's never left and turned his back on PWX the entire fucking ten years. I never shut the damn fed down because I felt like crying because people hated my leadership style! Hell, I even busted my nuts to bring this place back. And the thank I get is a fucking pat on the back and get over looked? Yeah, I'm not settling this run and I vowed to my damn self that I'm not making my shit look like a flash in a pan. I'm setting the bar its highest in ten years. I'm going to win the Hybrid Championship and be the only superstar to ever win it four times. And it's pretty obvious that my fucking competition pool for the belt is a bunch of fucking worthless idiots. Take for example Nikki Blade. She's a former Next Generation Champion who sleeps with Ojeda hoping her man will beat her and abuse her. Sure she might enjoy some S&M like Noah Hanson, but I'm fucking sure Ojeda's just using her to benefit himself. The man's a fucking tool! He's working all you idiots playing the "I love PWX card" now trying to win you over. But rest assured only one man truly loves you and knows what's best for business.

Next, we have our beloved Hybrid Champion: TJ Codair. Sure, TJ busted his ass for the title, but with the fucking talent pool he had to climb through to get the championship, Cash Money could have gotten the belt before he joined and made people fucking care. TJ didn't accomplish anything by busting his ass for his championship. TJ went through Hollywood and Jordan Caliban. No disrespect to my own stablemate in Brian, but honestly, I beat Brian Hollywood more times than not in PWX. And a druggie like Jordan Caliban and his constant mood swings, I would have shot him like old yeller a hell of a lot quicker than TJ did. TJ doesn't understand the importance of the Hybrid Division like I do. It's a launching pad for the World Title. It's not just some fucking toy you carry with to highlight your stupid Public Service Announcements and stupid slap stick comedy. You bust your ass night in and night out to defend your championship and give these people a MATCH to talk about hyping your future. Not just win them over with a cute fucking "song and dance" routine. Fucking cheap tricks! It won't work against me. TJ, you're just one more pawn on the board that I have to take out to ascend back to MY THRONE.

But this week, instead, I get the biggest punch line of the PWX roster. Brian Hollywood booked me against Jayson Logan, and man who threw away his future last week when he didn't show his fucking ass up to appreciate the hype that Brian and I so benevolently handed to him. We didn't have to place him in a main event lottery match. We gave one of our new guys a shot at the spot to see if he could live up to the occasion and he fucking blew it just as bad as Leo Banks and his crazy alien encounter shit.

Jayson, you're what's honestly wrong with PWX. You're one of those pedigree talents that expects us to make you look strong when you walk in the door. You already expect favors out of PWX before you do anything for PWX. It's what we like to call job ownership here in PWX. You own your job and then you don't have to become the revolving door statistic. We want to see if you fit our mold, our expectations, our family before we just give you title shots. Sure, we can push you fast, but you cannot expect your push without a little hard work. I don't care about your work as other wrestlers or about you doing shit in Queer Championship Wrestling, or Fuck Me Stiffly Federation of wrestling. I want to see what your true untapped potential is. You've come in all hyped up and excited me your first week. Now all of a sudden, you flop your second week. I understand how that goes, I honestly do. It's how my career started. But don't think I'm just letting you win over me to give the new guy his biggest push of his career since stepping into the door. And no, I'm not underestimating you. I'm telling you the truth: you're poison. And you're the worst kind of poison too. Just look at the Pariahs, the Silkks, the Ojedas, the Strykers of this comapny. These people chant for people who honestly don't know what suffering is like in the case of Stryker after all the misery he caused me, I want to make sure I ended him. You don't know how to play fair like the Ojeda's of this company who thinking clubbing people with lead pipes is totally that of the PWX nature. And you're the shit stain failures like Silkk who walked his way into a world title shot due to your connections. Jayson, it's something you earn and it's best for business.

I didn't claw my way to the top because I wanted prove people wrong. It's what I fucking do. I steal this show week in and week out. My segments are the top rated segments because I know how to evoke emotion. I'm a puppeteer and you Jayson are merely a puppet like all these tools I speak too. You can criticize me for burying talents, you can bitch at me for putting myself as the star, you can bitch at me because I do the same old fucking song and tricks. But at the end of the day, I get the fucking job done. I make PWX successful. I rule it with an iron fist because I expect people with my work ethic that never give up. You know, like you did? You didn't invest in PWX, you merely wanted PWX to invest in you. And that's the Zion Factor in PWX. When you step into the ring with me kid. I'm going to bury you. I'll end your PWX career just because you didn't fucking step into the ring with a former PWX Champion who's gotten his bags shit into or gotten embarrassed on national TV and was the butt end of all jokes. You're getting me on all 110 cylinders going 500 MPH. I will steam roll you because unlike you, I never fucking lost my step. I never fucking lost my craft. I improved it and perfected my story. So listen up junior, bring your fucking A-Game. I dare you because you won't touch me what so fucking ever. You're A-Game's like Cash Money's F-game. You won't win and I will make you a shit stain of all the shit stains in PWX.

You want your shot, earn bitch!

You want to become a legend, run me over!

But mark my words, I have more fucking tricks up my sleeves than you, your mother, and your grandmother all running down here begging me not to slide your ass into a body bag. I want my fourth Hybrid Title, and by God I'll get it because I'm Darin Zion, and I'm what's truly best for business.