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Name: Ultimate Pain Nickname: Pain Age: 24 Hometown: Detroit, Michigan Height: 6”2 Weight: 246lbs Gimmick: Previous resident “badass” who has mellowed somewhat in recent years, but he still shows the occasional flash of temper, especially around his younger brother “Minimal” Pain (see below). Also likes to maintain a chiselled physique. Disposition: Tweener verging on heel Intro Music: Supernaut - Black Sabbath
Manager: Matt “Minimal Pain” Jones – Pain’s younger brother who like his brother attempted to make it in the world of professional wrestling. He has an undefeated record of 1 – 0 which Matt likes to remind his brother of. Typically known for coming out with idiotic statements and regularly irritates Pain.
Wrestling Style: Powerful technician. Wrestling Abilities: (Rank from 1-5, 1 being your best) Speed = 5, Technical = 2, Power = 3, Brawling = 4, Charisma = 1.
Signature Moves: Sit-out full nelson atomic drop (full nelson bomb), half nelson, running suplex powerslam, sidewalk slam, headscissors armbar. Finishing Moves: Spin-out powerbomb (Ulti-Bomb), Cross-legged STF (Ulti-Vice)
Previous Experience: WH (I can’t remember the name of the E-Fed anymore?) Tag Champion with Grifford.
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Introduction(I’m going to call that previous fed IWF as I think it was something like that for the purpose of this promo):
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*In a darkened room, backstage, there is a large leather chair facing away from both a desk and the camera. The chair then spins around to show a familiar face to any IWF fans*
Ultimate Pain: “Well, well, well. It’s been a while since I’ve been in front of the camera, but as I’m sure you can all see, I haven’t lost my…infamous good looks. And much like my looks, I haven’t lost my in-ring talent.”
*Pain looks down at the desk in front of him for a moment, before returning his gaze to the camera*
Ultimate Pain: “Back in IWF, I was on my way to the top. A group of now…disbanded ‘brothers’ and I were on route to hold every title in the federation, but a folded company and a career-threatening injury later and I was out of a job, and my one love in this life, wrestling, shut the door in my face.”
*Pain again looks down at the desk, this time picking up, what appears to be a photo, before once again returning his now cold stare to the camera*
Ultimate Pain: “And let me tell you, that feeling hurt me. I promised myself though, I would get back in that ring someday, one way or another. And finally, come the 31st of December 2008, at the first CWA Adrenaline Rush show, the time will come for me to re-enter that ring. When that moment comes, the new promise I will be making to myself will be, to never stop until I reach the top of the CWA, until I am holding that Heavyweight Championship, and most importantly of all, until I reach the potential that I always knew I had.”
*Pain looks down at the desk for a final time, when suddenly, the lights in the room come on. Pain looks up angrily at whoever has done this, when into the camera shot walks Pain’s little brother, Matt*
Ultimate Pain: “Matt, what the hell?!”
Matt Jones: “Oh yeah, you were shooting a promo. Sorry man. How’d it go?”
Ultimate Pain: “…It’s still rolling.”
Matt Jones: “Awh crap. You want the lights off again?”
Ultimate Pain: “No! Just forget it. Screw the whole promo. All you idiots in the back need to know is, that I’m coming to CWA, and no one will get in the way of…”
*Pain looks away from the camera, towards the ceiling*
Ultimate Pain: “The Ultiiimaate…”
Matt Jones: “…”
Camera man: “…”
*Matt coughs*
Camera man: “…”
Matt Jones: “We have a plane to catch you know?”
*Pain turns his head slowly to Matt, before meeting his eyes*
Ultimate Pain: “…Paaaaaiin!!”
*End*
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*Backstage and Ultimate Pain’s little brother Matt ‘Minimal Pain’ Jones is making his way down the hallway, towards CWA’s interviewer Michelle Kelly.*
Matt Jones: “Why hello there gorgeous. You must be Miss Kelly?”
*Michelle Kelly rolls her eyes*
Michelle Kelly: “Yes, that’s me. And you are…?”
Matt Jones: “The name’s Minimal Pain, brother and manager extraordinaire of Ultimate Pain, but you...can call me Matt.”
*Matt winks at Michelle before grabbing her hand and kissing it*
Michelle Kelly: “Whoa! Steady on there. Just tell me what you’re looking and let’s get on with it.”
*Matt smirks and raises his eyebrows*
Matt Jones: “I can only hope that’s an offer.”
Michelle Kelly: “Ugh. Is it an interview you want or what?”
Matt Jones: “Actually, it’s my brother, he sent me to get someone to interview him before his match-up.”
Michelle Kelly: “If he’s anything like you, I’d rather not.”
Matt Jones: “Well he’s not as good looking, well-built, intelligent, humorous, or charming as me, but unfortunately for you, old Charlie boy won’t allow me any air time at the moment.”
Michelle Kelly: “How tragic…”
Matt Jones: “Yeah, I guess you'll just have to wait to interview me another time. Now follow me please.”
*Matt marches of at a brisk pace. Michelle shrugs her shoulders and tells the camera to follow her, as she follows Matt. Matt then opens a door down the hallway where Ultimate Pain is busy stretching for his upcoming match*
Matt Jones: “Yo Mil…”
Ultimate Pain *angrily*:“What have I told you Matt?! You have to call me Ultimate Pain around here!”
Matt Jones: “I know you don’t like your Christian name M…Sorry; Pain, but seriously, I don’t know how you never came up with something better than Ultimate Pain for a ring name.”
*Pain scowls at Matt*
Ultimate Pain: “Is that all you’ve came here for? To insult me?”
*Ultimate Pain finally notices Michelle Kelly is standing in the door way*
Matt Jones: “Evidently not. As you can see, I’ve brought Michelle here to interview, as per your requests, your almighty Lordship Pain.”
*Pain ignores Matt’s obvious sarcasm*
Ultimate Pain: “Alright, let’s do this interview then.”
Michelle Kelly: “Alright, start the camera John.”
*Pain checks his reflection in the floor length mirror in the corner, before getting into the camera shot for the interview*
Michelle Kelly: “So, Mr. Pain, what do you make of your opponents for tonight’s CWA Heavyweight Championship Ranking Match? Firstly Logan V?”
Ultimate Pain: “Ah, the masked man. His story doesn’t sound that unfamiliar to my own. A man who is making his return to the world of wrestling after a long hiatus. I know what you’re thinking, how can a man who hides behind a mask be compared to a man with striking good looks and a chiselled physique like myself?”
*Pain again stares into the mirror, this time smiling at what he sees*
Michelle Kelly: “I really wasn’t thinking that at all. Good to see arrogance runs in your family though.”
*Pain ignores Michelle*
Ultimate Pain: “Well, frankly he’s in comparison with me, in story only. This man is a shell of his former self, whilst I’ve managed to get back to my best, and then some. Also is it just me, or has he had to resort to stealing other people’s catchphrases? What was it again…? Just when you think you've got the answers...I change the questions. Maybe we should call him Roddy V instead.”
*Pain chuckles at his own joke, whilst no one else does*
Michelle Kelly: “How clever Pain. What about Devon Jones?”
Ultimate Pain: “This Hell’s Angel, biker wannabe isn’t even worth my time! I’ve seen him riding about backstage on his motorbike, and have over heard some ridiculous statements coming from his mouth. He actually believes he’s dating a WWE employee. Simply put, this man is delusional, and I’d be very surprised if he wasn’t put out first in the elimination match-up.”
Michelle Kelly: “And finally, your thoughts on Rich Stone?”
Ultimate Pain: “That’s Rich ‘The Future’ Stone I believe. Speaking of the future; here’s my prediction of his later tonight, his back on the mat, looking up at the ceiling whilst I cover him for the three count, just like I’ll have already done to the other two ‘freaks’.”
Michelle Kelly: “So you predict your return to the ring will be a successful one?”
Ultimate Pain: “But of course. Rich may believe he’s the future of wrestling, but I know I am the epitome of a Champion at this present time.”
*Matt is shown dosing off in the background*
Michelle Kelly: “Well that’s about all the time we have for you Pain, and as you can see from your brother’s reaction, that was a great interview.”
*Pain throws a towel at Matt, wakening him up*
Ultimate Pain: “Whoa, what?! All the time you have for me? I haven’t even done my catchphrase yet!”
Michelle Kelly: “Well hurry up with it then.”
Matt Jones: “Oh God! Don’t let him do the catchphrase! He won’t even make it to his match.”
*Pain stares at Matt, before returning his gaze to the camera*
Ultimate Pain: “Later tonight, every single fan here will see why I will be the first Heavyweight Champion in CWA.”
Michelle Kelly: “Hurry up with the catchphrase already.”
Ultimate Pain: “The simple reason for that being, that I am…”
*Michelle checks her watch*
Matt Jones: “The Ultimate Pain, we know, we know!”
*Pain ignores Matt yet again*
Ultimate Pain: “The Ultiiimaate…”
Michelle Kelly: “So this is really the best catchphrase he could come up with?”
Ultimate Pain *still ignoring*: “…”
Matt Jones: “Yeah, you’d think all that time on the injured list would have gave him a chance to come up with something better.”
Ultimate Pain: “…”
John: “Miss Kelly, I'm being told we really have to wrap this up now...
*Pain puts a pair of conveniently placed aviators on, before sliding them down his nose and staring into the camera*
Ultimate Pain: “…Paaaaiin!”
Matt Jones: “…in the ass!”
*Ultimate Pain jumps violently at Matt just before the camera cuts out*
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*It’s mere moments before the Brotherhood begin their return into wrestling in a tag team match against Hardcore Hell; when suddenly, the lights in the arena suddenly go out. The crowd fall into silence in wonder of what’s about to happen. There are even a very select few making Vance Johnson chants. Finally Holy Diver can be heard of the speakers, and any IWF fans know what is about to come. The Hoodamaniacs in attendance go crazy as out walks the man with the longest unofficial losing streak in the entire CWA at 17-0, the leader of the Brotherhood, The Guardian Devil, IWF X-Fly Title still in hand, although he seems to have renamed it, and alongside him is the number one contender for the CWA Heavyweight Championship, and fellow Hoodlum, The Ultimate Pain!*
*Both men stand at the top of the ramp, looking deadly serious, soaking up the tremendous atmosphere, until GD finally gives a Fonzie style thumbs up to which the crowd pops for. Pain is wearing a much too tight casual shirt and trouser combo with his somewhat trademark over-sized aviators on. GD is wearing jeans and a brand-spanking new Milton Bradley Cubs jersey as they both make their way down to the ring. GD and Pain climb into the ring, and both men climb turnbuckles, GD is striking some cheesy poses and taunts which the crowd are soaking up whilst Pain looks unsure of what to do in return for this great reception which he’s clearly not used to. GD then makes his way over to pick up a couple of microphones. He throws one to Pain, who isn’t paying attention and it hits him in the chest. Pain looks angrily at GD before picking the mic up off the mat. Both men now have microphones in hand and are left waiting for the crowd to settle down before they begin this seemingly important announcement*
Pain: “Alright, alright, shut it.”
*In their currently crazed trance-like state, the crowd pops hard for being told to “shut it” by Pain*
Pain: “We all know you’ve been waiting all night to hear from us, and yes, it is true, the Brotherhood…are back!”
*Crowd pop*
Pain: “And we are not only better, but we are also, bigger than ever before. You may only see before you, GD and Ultimate Pain, but backstage we got more men than even Elton John could shake a stick at.”
*Pain waits for laughs which just ain’t coming*
GD: “Best to leave the funnies to me guy.”
Pain *ignoring GD*: “For those who want a little history of the Brotherhood, we were the most successful stable in IWF history, we dominated, we held more titles than you could ever care to imagine and then IWF folded and wrestling lost its greatest faction. We’ve had a couple of years off now, we’ve recharged our batteries, and we are back ready to dominate everyone out there in the back, more than ever.
GD: “Leave your sex life out of this Pain.”
*Crowd goes into hysterical fits of laughter*
Pain: “Really? That got the laughs?”
GD: “Hey, what can I say? I still got it.”
*GD gives his trademark “The Fonz” pose*
Pain: “As I was saying, we intend to hold every title this federation has to offer, and we intend to do it, our way, starting at Uprising where I will become the first CWA Heavyweig…”
GD: “Alright Pain, enough about you, let’s get down to business. Introduce the real reason the people are here, the main event…”
Pain: “Vance Johnson versus Roberto?”
GD: “Me, you idiot!”
Pain: “Ohhh, right.”
*GD rolls his eyes*
Pain: “Here he is folks, the smartest, strongest, toughest, best looking man in CWA’s best friend, yes that’s right, my right hand man…The Guardian Devil!”
*GD raises his arms as the fans go wild*
GD: “That’s right pee pee ehl, GD is back in action and ready to cause a reaction……or something. And seeing as this is my hometown…..”
*Crowd goes nuts for the hometown boy*
GD: “Ah yes, sweet home Chicago….home of some of the worst sports franchises in history!”
*At this the fans furiously boo GD*
GD: “Now now, no need to get sensitive. I mean after all, we are…RIGHT HERE in Chicago, Illinois! *pops the thumbs up, crowd goes crazy yet again as Pain mumbles in disbelief*
GD: “So anywho, it’s time to get down to serious bidness. I am out here with my boy, the Ultimate Pain, to revamp The Brotherhood and bring our signified brand of excellencio to this promotion *peers at notecard in hand* the CWA. Now, before I get started on whatever retards we are gonna crush tonight, I gotta get some things off of my chest.
*GD pulls the cameraman close to his face, in srs bizness mode*
GD: “So as all of you may remember, our last group consisted essentially of me, this man behind me, his little bro, and a guy named Kennith Leblanc. And while lil’ Pain is in the back playing his Viva Pinata that I lovingly purchased for him, Mr. Leblanc is not. Kenny-boy, you dropped the ball. The Brotherhood was the most dominant force in the history of this business and when I ask you to get the band back together, what do I get? A whole lotta nada!”
*The crowd boos at the notion*
GD: “Shut up, the grown ups are talking!”
*aaaaaand boo GD now*
GD: “So now I am in control of this group! You dropped the ball and I’m here to shoot the J. I’m bringing in a new guy tonight that you alllllll will get to see in glorious Technicolor, and with him, we will be the most irresistible force v. immovable object…..uh…force in the wooooorld!” *GD looks over at Pain*
Pain: “Um….RAWR!!! That’s right! GD and I run this ship now, don’t bother coming back…yannow, unless you like…..may possibly want to in the future, which seems perfectly acceptable also...”
GD: “So yeah, now that THAT unfriendliness is out of the way, let’s talk about tonight.”
Pain: “Tonight you say?”
GD: *breaking into song* “Tonight! Tonight! A very special niiiiiiight!!!!!!! I’ve got three things to chat about. Firstly, Devon Jones. So apparently *mockingly* ‘this r my human form’ didn’t really help you out too much last week, so allow me to bring a suggestion to the table. Perhaps you should bring your ‘Demon’ form with you tonight cuz Pain and I are not just looking for a win, we are looking for a massacre and you need all the help you can get!”
Pain: “That’s right, we’re gonna inflict some pain. You might even say some Uuuuuulllltimate…
*GD cuts him off*
GD: “Not yet d00d. Secondly, Tony Burlom. What the Eff kinda name is Burlom?? It’s like some bullish out of a terrible scifi movie. OH NO! Here comes the mighty Bur Lom to eat my babies! Well, whatever it is you do Burlom, you wont be doing it tonight. *Crowd looks on in bewilderment* Yes, I realize that doesn’t make any sense but um……gtfo! *Mild boos* But whatever, Burlap sack boy, it’s on like donkey kong. My third bit of news is that I AM still the IWF X-Fly champion.
*GD hoists the belt to his shoulder*
GD: “And as of approximately 25 minutes ago, this title is now officially recognized as this company’s secondary premier heavyweight title. And it is officially named the Brotherhood Heavyweight Championship! Official, official, officialness! Yippee!”
*The fans cheer in amusement*
GD: “No, BAD fans! BAD fans! Don’t cheer us, we’re tweeners!
*Crowd erupts into boos*
GD: “I’m kidding, cheer us! YAY!”
*Crowd goes nuts again*
Pain: “Man, these people eat out of your palm. It's ridiculous!”
GD: “Inorite!? Isn’t it leet? Anyways, you know what I just realized? We haven’t had any off-beat shenanigans today. So with that, I leave you all with this!”
*GD points to the heavens as and explosion of balloons and confetti blast out of the sky. From underneath the ring emerge a gaggle of clowns doing all sorts of trickery and fun ‘n games for the childrens.*
Pain: “Dude, clowns?”
GD: “Yeah guy, clowns are pretty winner. Oh and also, he’s…..”
Pain: “Seriously? That's the best set-up you could come up with for me?
*The cameras open to Guardian Devil in the Brotherhood locker room cheering as Kennif LeBlanch finishes beating Shaun Quinn at Halo 3*
Shaun Quinn: “Awh man! This is bull! Kennif is cheating!"
Kennif LeBlanch: “...”
*Kennif shifts his eyes from side to side, whilst grinning slyly*
GD: “Sorry buddy, looks like someone, or more accurately, YOU!!~ Just got owned by the master.
Shaun Quinn: “Why don't you give it a try then big man?”
*Ultimate Pain and Minimal Pain walk into the room as GD and Kennif start a game*
Ultimate Pain: "Video games…still? You're aware that we have a main event match coming up tonight, don't you Quinn?"
Shaun Quinn: “Hell yeah baby, Vance Johnson and eh...”
*Shaun looks around for some help on who the other half of the team they're set to face is.*
Ultimate Pain: “…Roberto.”
Shaun Quinn: “Ohhh yeah, how did we end up with that loony toon in our match anyways? I get bad vibes just thinking about getting in the ring with him. Seriously bad vibes.”
Ultimate Pain: “I’m going to take a crazy shot in the dark here, but I think it may be a little something to do with the fact that he’s my opponent at Uprising for the Heavyweight Title.”
GD: “Man, he never gets sick of talking about that, huh? You don’t hear me telling everyone how I’m the “Brotherhood Champion” or how I’m undefeated 18-0.”
Matt Jones: “Uhhh, yes we do?”
GD: “Uhhh, shut it!”
Ultimate Pain: “The fact we gave him, and Vance one of the greatest beatings of all time on the last show might also have a case as to why we’re facing them.”
GD: “That chair shot Shaun gave to Roberto probably sealed the deal.”
Shaun Quinn: "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Last I remember, it was you who had the Ulti-Vice locked in on Roberto at the end of the show Pain!"
Matt Jones: “Ah yes, I remember it all so clearly. My brother, in the middle of the ring, grappling a…”
Shaun Quinn: “A what?”
Matt Jones: “A…”
GD: “A what?!”
Matt Jones: “A…you know…”
Ultimate Pain:“A you know WHAT Matt?”
Matt Jones: “Well…you know…a…”
Kennif LeBlanch: “…”
GD: “Oi, it’s your line Kennif.”
Matt Jones:“You know he still can’t speak, right?”
GD: “Just tell us "a what" then you nub!”
Matt Jones *whispers*: “A…homo!”
GD: “Whhhhaaaaaaattt?!”
Shaun Quinn: “I thought that was common knowledge?”
Ultimate Pain:“Waitaminute, what are you implying here Matt?”
GD: “Hold it, Roberto, that guy with all the chicks, the fashion designer, Cavalli, is a homo?”
Shaun Quinn: “Wait, who GD?”
GD: “Roberto Cavalli? Ain't no way he is gay.”
Shaun Quinn: “No no, not him, Roberto, from our fed.”
GD: “Cavalli is in CWA?!”
Shaun Quinn: “No man! Listen…”
Ultimate Pain: “Everyone shut it…what are you implying Matt?”
Matt Jones *chuckling*: “Oh, nothing!”
Ultimate Pain: “Sun…uva…beech!”
*Pain snaps and starts firing hard shots at Matt*
Shaun Quinn:“So back to my point, after last week’s showing, I don’t think we need to put much prep work into this match-up Brosephs.”
GD*appears to still be pondering a match with Cavalli*: “Haha, Brosephs, nice Shaun!”
Shaun Quinn: “Yeah, I came up with it myself. Anyways, what we really ought to do is just sit back here, relax and enjoy the smooth sounds of futuristic fire power with the crew, and you can just keep beating on your kid brother, whatever suits.”
Ultimate Pain: “I like the second option.”
GD: “Oh, give Matt a break for once, you big meanie! Help him out Shaun.”
Shaun Quinn: “Alright, alright. C’mon Pain. We got some grown up bid-ness to talk about. Let Mini Pain go show Kennif whose boss, while we have a chat outside about strategies and such.”
GD: “El oh el, strategies. We ain’t gaming no more Shaun. The Hood don’t strategise in the ring, we just go with the flow.”
Shaun Quinn: “I know that, but Pain don’t.”
*Matt Jones finally gets away from Pain and jumps on the couch next to GD and Kennif, whilst Quinn and Pain walk out in the hallway. Outside, none other than Orlando Maxwell, Roberto’s apparent right hand man, spots them and runs up for a interview.*
Orlando Maxwell: “Can I have a quick word gentlemen?”
Ultimate Pain: “Shoot.”
Orlando Maxwell: “Shoot what?”
Ultimate Pain: “Eh, your questions?”
Orlando Maxwell: “Ohh, right. Roll cameras."
*Orlando waits till John the cameraman tells him they're rolling*
Orlando Maxwell: "Well, CWA viewing public, it’s not really my pleasure, to be standing here with Ultimate Pain and Shaun Quinn.”
Shaun Quinn: “Not your pleasure? Don’t get smart with us guy or we’ll do to you what we did to your little friend, Roberto!”
Orlando Maxwell*looking pretty worried*: “Sorry, but that’s actually what I wanted to ask you about. Do either of you care to comment on the vicious attack on Vance Johnson and Roberto on the last show?”
Shaun Quinn: “No, but you know what I would like to comment on?”
Orlando Maxwell: “Do tell.”
Shaun Quinn: “How Vance Johnson keeps on bringing down my mood. I mean, I’m playing my games, relaxing with a little World of Warcraft.”
Orlando Maxwell*excitedly*: “Oh cool, you play? What level are you? I’m a level 45 Paladin.”
Shaun Quinn*also excitedly*: “No kidding? I’m a level 68 Paladin. What’s your name on it? we should…”
Ultimate Pain: “Quinn! Quit talking that crap, and tell him how Vance was bringing your mood down.”
Shaun Quinn: “Oh yeah, right right. Just how every time I turn on the TV, I hear him prophesising about judgments and how our time as come. When I want to hear mystic...I'll call Ms. Cleo, thank you. But seriously, what’s your WoW name Orlando? We should play together sometime…”
*Ultimate Pain grabs the camera, and brings it close to his face*
Ultimate Pain: “Let’s walk and talk.”
*Pain walks off with the cameraman following, leaving Quinn and Maxwell behind talking about World of Warcraft happenings*
Ultimate Pain: “I don’t have much to say tonight, as I intend to let my actions in the ring, do the talking. What I have to say is short, and sweet. Roberto is going to see first hand tonight, just how much I, and the rest of the Brotherhood, want me to have that Heavyweight Title. And I’ll go as far as to say, that I will stop at nothing till I am at the top of the pile here in CWA. You may think your stupid mind games will work on me like they have everyone else you’ve faced, but if you think that, you are sadly, sadly mistaken. Tonight’s going to be just a little example of what I plan to do to you, come Uprising.”
*Ultimate Pain looks to his left and asks for something under his breath. Suddenly a pair of overly large aviators are thrown at Ultimate Pain. He catches them and puts them on, before sliding them down his nose*
Ultimate Pain: “For I am…The Ullltiimaaate”
*Pain looks around himself. Quinn and Maxwell can still be vaguely heard talking about Paladins, warriors and wizards in the background. Pain then suddenly stares at the camera with a gaze of intent on his face*
Ultimate Pain: “…PAAAAAIN!”
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*CWA's second ever PPV, In Exile, returns from commercial, but instead of being inside the Toronto arena, we're shown a tall, well-built man walking with his back to the camera, along a quiet path in what appears to be a forest. It's clearly night time, as the man is nearly engulfed in darkness, thus making it impossible to tell who this man is. The camera follows him along this path, until finally a dim light begins to appear in the distance. The closer the camera gets to the light, the more we can see of this man. He's wearing a simple pair of jeans, white shirt, brown loafers, and from the glint that is reflecting from his face, what appear to be overly large aviators. The man has lead us to a small clearing in the forest, where there is an old, broken down log cabin. The light that helped lead the man to here is position above a battered, wooden door. The man creaks open the door, before entering. He has clearly turned round to indicate the camera man should also enter, but the darkness of the room has stopped us from seeing his face. With both the man, and the camera man inside, the man flicks the only light in the cabin on. It's a poorly lit bulb, hanging above a lone desk and a large, leather swivel chair. On the desk there are a few bits and pieces of paper. The man has already taken a seat, with the chair facing away from the camera. The camera comes closer to the chair, when finally the man spins around towards the desk. Before us we see an unusually unwell looking Ultimate Pain. He's not dressed as well as usual, but more surprisingly, he doesn't have his usual cocky aura about him either. He has yet to awknowledge the camera, and is instead staring at the pieces of paper before him on the desk. Slowly he raises his head and meets the camera with a cold stare. Finally he begins to speak...*
Ultimate Pain: "Before you, you all see The Ultimate Pain. Yes, the ever confident, the ever cocky, the ever desirable, Ultimate Pain. But as I'm sure everyone can see, something's changed. This isn't the Ultimate Pain you all see out in that ring every night, claiming his greatness. Oh no. This is the real Ultimate Pain. Sitting by himself, in a lonely cabin, contemplating what might have been."
*Pain takes a break from speaking and looks around his surroundings, hardly those of a talented wrestler such as himself. He shakes his head disapprovingly, before regaining his composure and returning his gaze to the camera*
Ultimate Pain: "What might have been I hear you ask? Well, let me take you back a couple of years. I was a relative new-comer, clearly with a bright future ahead of me, when generously I was offered a spot in what has since become one of the most successful factions in wrestling history, The Brotherhood. So of course I jumped at the opportunity. I mean, who wouldn't? A couple of months later and I was a tag team champion, and well on my rise to the top."
*Pain again looks away from the camera, this time picking up what looks like a photo. He looks at it, almost longingly for a time, before throwing it down so that the camera can take a look. It's a picture of him, along with Grifford, Kenneth LeBlanc and Guardian Devil. All the men are holding titles, and appear to be having a good time at a games arcade. It's clear all of these men get on well with one another, and Pain looks particularly happy at being a part of this group. The camera then slowly returns to Pain.*
Ultimate Pain: "Happier times some might say. Skip forward another couple of months, and everyone gets to see the darkest part of my career to date. It's not something I talk about very often, but here goes. It's a house show, and I'm facing a lowly jobber.
*Pain looks down at the desk, clearly finding this harder to talk about than he thought he would have. Without moving his eyes from the desk, he continues to speak*
Ultimate Pain: "Ahhh. Let's just say, things didn't quite go to plan, and I was left unable to wrestle for the next year."
*Pain throws another photo beside the first one, so the camera can see. This time Pain can't even bring himself to look at the photo, so instead stares at the camera. The camera can see a photo of Pain, writhing in agony. His leg is off-set at a painful looking angle, and there are medics all around him.*
Ultimate Pain: "Let me tell you, that was the longest, hardest year of my life, and until a month or so ago, I thought I was all the stronger for it. I thought I was mentally stronger because of it. I thought I could overcome anyone, and anything. Fast forward nearly two years. Two years of hard work and pure determination, and I finally stepped foot back in the ring. A proud moment for me, and a comfortable win against Logan V, Rich Stone and Devon Jones, saw me become the first man to put my name in the first PPV main event in CWA history."
*Pain throws another photo in the pile, this time showing him celebrating his successful return to in-ring action*
Ultimate Pain: "I thought I was back in the best shape of my life. I thought I was better in the ring than ever before, and more so than anything I thought I was guaranteed to become the first CWA Heavyweight Champion. So much so, that I promised everyone I'd beat Roberto at Uprising. Roll on that Sunday night, and the beginning of a feud that has shaped a large part of CWA's short history."
*Pain looks down angrily at this photo, clearly still sore at his loss to Roberto. He throws this final photo on top of the pile. It's a photo of Roberto celebrating with his CWA Heavyweight Title around his waist, with Ultimate Pain laying on the canvas.*
Ultimate Pain: "Credit where credit's due; Roberto beat me. Fortunately for me, I've managed to earn myself a second chance, and this time, I was so confident of beating Roberto I told everyone if I lost, I'd leave CWA forever. Do I regret that? Perhaps a little. I mean; Roberto looks unbeatable in CWA right now, whilst I'm a man still trying to find my in-ring form of old, nevermind my peak. But I'm a man of my word, and if I do lose, I shall no longer be a member of CWA's roster. A blow to the company perhaps, but an even bigger blow to my career. That's why this match is everything to me. This is what my return to action has been building towards. A one on one opportunity, at Roberto, and this time he won't be under-estimated. Roberto will regret the day he took my CWA Heavyweight Title. Roberto will regret the day, he beat me at Uprising. Most of all though, Roberto will regret the day, he steps into the ring with me at In Exile. This is no longer the old Ultimate Pain you're looking at. No. This is a new Ultimate Pain. This is the real, Ultimate Pain. This is an infuriated Ultimate Pain, and I'm prepared to throw everything I've got, and then just a little bit more, at Roberto."
*Pain looks down at the desk for a final time, when suddenly a large light is turned on and into the camera shot strolls Matt "Minimal Pain" Jones. It's instantly clear to all that Ultimate Pain's face has become contorted with fury, without even lifting his eyes from the desk, Pain seems to know who has entered the room.*
Matt Jones: "Yo Ulti! Sorry to say but the guy who owns this cabin says he wants us out of here. We only paid him enough for an hour and we've already been here for nearly two. And anyways, the limo will be out front soon to pick us up."
Ultimate Pain: "..."
Matt Jones: Ulti?
Ultimate Pain: Every, single, time! You do this to my promos; every single time!
*Pain flips the desk upside down, making photos fly everywhere*
Matt Jones: "You weren't finished? Awh crap! I'm sorry Pain. I really didn't kn..."
Ultimate Pain: "Shut it! Nevermind. Too late now. Like hell am I doing that load of crap again, I've already stayed far too long in this hole. Let's just go."
*Ultimate Pain gets up from his chair, and begins to make his way to the door, where Matt has already exited. Suddenly Pain turns around and faces the camera.*
Ultimate Pain: "I've got just one more thing to say to you Roberto...Say what you want, do what you will, but remember one thing, come Sunday, that title belongs to me! For I am; The Ulllllllltimaaaate..."
*Ultimate Pain slowly lowers his overly large aviators, before looking around the log cabin. Pain then suddenly stares straight into the camera. He holds his stare for a couple of seconds before indicating to John the camera man to look down. The camera slowly looks down at the over-turned desk, where one photo has managed to make its way to the top of the pile. It being the photo of Ultimate Pain celebrating in the centre of a CWA ring.*
Ultimate Pain: "...Paaaiiiiiin!!"
*End*
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