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Post by apexstaff on Feb 24, 2023 23:33:33 GMT -5
PWS:APEX PRESENTS: Demons Run - 3/9 02 Arena- London, England
Nic Powell Memorial REBEL RUMBLE MATCH Winner Fights for the World Title at Destiny Alexandra Calaway vs. Alexis Makarios vs. Miss Puppies vs. Spuds Guzzman Jr vs. Violet Amelia Holt vs. Dylan Howell vs. Cassie Wolfe vs. Chris Page vs. Heather Haze vs. Chaz Holiday vs. Corey Bull vs. Mack McKane vs. Jennifer Makarios-Lopez vs. David Shane vs. Miles Kasey vs. Crash Rodriguez vs. Malachi vs. Devon Ryder vs. Marcus Redd vs. Marcus Cage vs. Dionysus vs. Richard Rider vs. Moondust vs. Max Johnson vs. Chris Blade vs. Juan Manuel Cabrera Jr. vs. Travis Ryan vs. Patty vs. Stacy O'Brien vs. The Squid-Man
DEADLINE: 3/5/23 11:59:59 PM EST One RP Per character 500 min, 5000 max
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Post by Spuds Guzzman Jr. on Mar 4, 2023 19:30:13 GMT -5
Somewhere in Ireland a young farmer turned finds himself at home in a country far from his home in Bingham County Idaho. Spuds Guzzman Jr found himself amazed at all the wonderful potatoes this country had to offer. The taste rivaled the ones his family grew back home. Truly experts of their craft, but he couldn’t stay forever, worried if he did he’d eat so many that it would cause another Irish potato famine, and he didn’t want anyone to go without their delicious taters. Plus he had a match coming up, and he had to prepare, he happily greeted the cameraman.
Spuds Guzzman Jr: Hello again friends! I hope you’ve been keeping strong and eating your potatoes. I sure have, and I’m sure gonna be ready to win this little hootenanny we got coming up.
Potato in hand, he tosses it in the air and catches it with a smile.
Spuds Guzzman Jr.: It’s time to expect the unexpected, because POTATO POWER is real and it’s going to be ol’ Spuds challenging Cleopatra or Michael for that big golden belt everyone loves so much. I bet winning that thing could get me a lot of potatoes, maybe even a potato sponsorship! A potatership!
He smiles and chuckles at his own stupid joke.
Spuds Guzzman Jr: I know there’s some tough cookies in this match, a lot of tough ladies in the likes of Violet or Alexandra or Alexis, and even the saucy Heather Haze. Got some tough fellas as well, in the likes of Mr. Bull, or Mr.Page, and even Mr. Ryder. Plus my best friend The Squid-Man is trying his luck as well! It’s gonna be a wingding for sure. But when the smoke settles, I’ll be standing tall, potato in hand as the winner and go on to make myself a right and true champion!
He smiles, tossing the potato into the air some more.
Spuds Guzzman Jr: Well, if it’s all the same. I’d like to get back to my training now. Gotta train hard to win after all. You can’t just expect things to be handed to you. I’ll see you in London friends, and until then, remember to eat your potatoes so you can be big and strong and one day you too can join one the ruckus with us and take part in one of these shindigs. Until then, partners.
Spuds winks, tips his cowboy hat and takes a big ol’ bite of the potato with a smile as the scene fades away.
Can the young farmer truly pull it off the ultimate underdog move and win the whole shebang? He has the heart and desire to do so, but with the stiff competition ahead and his true lacking of experience, how far can the young potato farmer really go? Could Spuds Guzzman Jr be the world champion? Anything is possible but the kid is going to have to find something he never knew he had to pull it off, because with a world championship shot on the line, mere potatoes may not be enough. At least for the average man, for Spuds they seem to be more of a fuel, so only time will truly tell what the future holds for the kind young man from Bingham County.
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Post by Chaz Holiday on Mar 5, 2023 0:44:59 GMT -5
- PITCH BLACK -
"Destiny; the particular state of a person or thing in the future, considered as resulting from earlier events. A force that controls what happens in the future and is outside human control."
A video montage then begins to play, starting off by showing candid photos of a younger Chaz Holiday when he was personal stylist, in Hollywood. After that, it transitions to highlights of Chaz's career in professional wrestling. To finish off the video package, it shows small clips of Chaz in his post-wrestling life; footage of him at various charity events, acting, streaming video games and helping others break into wrestling as a guest trainer.
As the montage fades out, we then see Chaz Holiday sitting in a chair, out on the deck of his private 'get away' home that he has in Montana. The home sat tucked away from society, high on a hill, that allowed him to look over the forest-filled landscape. It was nothing but green trees for as far as the eye could see and the sun beginning to set behind them. Next to Chaz was a small table, with a clear glass top. His phone and a book sat atop it, along with a glass; a quarter of the way filled with bourbon and large ice cubes to keep the beverage chilled.
"Destiny is one of those things where most people believe in it or they don't. Me? Well... as you guys have grown to learn, I'm not like most people. I fall somewhere in the middle, when it comes to destiny. While I do believe everyone has a destiny, I also believe you can create your own destiny.
I think destiny brought me to where I am today. If I never because if I never became a stylist, chances are I never would have gotten so fed up that I decided to chase this crazy passion of professional wrestling. And if I didn't become a wrestler, I sure wouldn't have the opportunities I've had in life, like doing movies, being apart of charities, having my own clothing line and everything else I've been blessed with. But at the same time, I'm in the position I'm in because of me.
Everything I've accomolished, I did so by perfecting my crafts through years of hard work, dedication, determination, passion, blood, sweat, tears, heart and soul. Destiny didn't GIVE me everything I've gotten, nothing was handed to me, I earned it all. From being hired to be the stylist of some of Hollywood's finest to wrestling on the biggest stages, to acting in box office hit movies. I did that. I created my own destiny. And that's what I'm going to do again, at Demon's Run, in the Nic Powell Memorial Rebel Rumble."
Chaz picked up his drink and took a sip from it, the ice clinking softly against the glass as he tilted it forward, bringing it to his lips. Looking off into the horizon, Chaz abscent-mindedly swirled the liquid and ice around in the glass.
"Through everything I've accomplished in PWS, there are two things that have always evaded me; winning the Rumble and a World Championship. At Demon's Run, I look to rectify one of those when I win the Rebel Rumble. And in turn, my destiny then takes me to Destiny to compete for the World Championship, where I look to rectify that second thing.
Now, ever since it was revealed that I'd be taking part in the Rumble, I've been asked why, a lot. I won't lie, it's a fair question. I have a lot of projects on my plate and I'm always dipping my toes into new waters. For the most part, I've moved on from wrestling. Actively, at least. I'm semi-retired and that's no secret. And if I'm honest, if the phone never rang, I probably wouldn't have been in the Rumble.
But it did ring and when I saw the name on the caller ID, I knew what it was going going be about. And I picked up. See, despite being away from active competition for so long, in wrestling, you're never truly satisfied unless there's NOTHING left to prove. No matter how happy and content you are, under the surface is always going to be the things you never accomplished still nagging at you. They may be out of sight, out of mind for a while. But they're there. And what it all boils down to is this - as mentioned, I've still got things to prove.
I've still got boxes on the checklist that haven't been checked off. And until they've all got that checkmark next to them... I'll never be fully satisfied. So when the offer was made, I said yes. And to prepare myself for possibly the most unpredictable and hectic match in all of wresting, I made my way out to the most quiet and serene place I know."
He held a hand out, motioning towards the wooded area that went out beyond his backyard. Taking another small sip of his drink, he placed the glass back down on the table next to him.
"People may ask why I'm not at the gym, not in the ring. I'm in shape. I'm healthy. I frequently do guest training and seminars, so I'm still in ring shape as well. My body isn't what I'm focused on. There's only so much you can do to prepare, physically, for a match like this. It's my mind that I need to get right. I need to make sure I'm in the absolute best headspace I can possibly be in. No distractions. Just me, these miles and miles of trees and my thoughts.
It's a cleansing feeling; Removing yourself from society for a little bit. Distancing yourself from the toxicity that commonly pollutes the everyday life. Ridding yourself of the constant negativity that plagues the world, even if only temporarily. Pushing everything to the back and pulling only yourself to the forefront of your mind. Grounding yourself and focusing on what's important to you.
I make it a point to come out here whenever things start to get hectic and I need to bring myself down to earth. Or if I've got something important coming up and I need to mentally be at my absolute best. Which is exactly what I need to be at, not only to compete in a match like this but to win it.
And that's what I'm coming to do. I'm not doing this for nostalgia. I'm not doing it to promote an upcoming appearance. I'm not doing it just to say I did it. I'm doing it to win. I know I've got what it takes."
At this point, the sun had complete set, ushering in the night time. Standing up from the chair, Chaz grabbed his glass from the table.
"...But to everyone else taking part, I ask this... Do you?"
There was a little smile on his face as he asked this, though his demeanor showed he was nothing less than serious. Giving one last look out into the seemingly infinite forrest, Chaz then disappeared inside, pulling the door closed as he did so.
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Post by ccp on Mar 5, 2023 12:13:00 GMT -5
This will be the most challenging thing I’ve ever had to do in all my years of being in the Professional Wrestling business because we’ve lost one of our own. I’ve traveled the roads with some of our industry's premier talents, but none of them were as infectious as Nic was. I can remember getting a phone call from him wondering if I would be interested in showing up for a Pub Fight on the first show of 2023. I could tell that he was timid about asking me, and I could tell that he wasn’t expecting me to agree because when I did he was genuinely excited which in turn made me excited about it about giving Apex a shot. Never in a million years would I expect to hear that Nic wasn’t going to be here to see how prosperous 2023 is going to be for Apex. Thirty pieces of talent have come together on this one special night to pay our respects to an incredible man that spent enough time in this business to have his own wing in any Hall of Fame. For me, this was a no-brainer. I knew that regardless of what I have going on that I would be here not only to show my support for Apex but more importantly to show my appreciation for Nic.
For me, this has nothing to do with a shot at the World Title.
It has nothing to do with outlasting twenty-nine other pieces of talent who all have their eyes on the prize as well and everything to do with being the man that I’ve been for three decades. The first piece of business I want to talk to you all about is what exactly winning a Battle Royale means because it’s going to be a saucy take. Winning a match like this under normal circumstances means jack and shit. I’ve stated throughout my career that it takes absolutely zero talent to toss someone over the top rope and out to the floor. It’s not a challenging feat, a trained monkey can do it. So, to pretend that the most talented of the lot is going to be the winner is a fool's bet. The sheer nature of this environment is what everyone should be leaning toward because at the least it is unpredictable.
It’s not about talent.
It’s about picking your spot.
It’s about sneaking in the backdoor and being able to use the ring as your partner to do your bidding for you.
The more people enter, the more tumultuous things tend to get.
I like that.
A lot has changed since the beginning of the year. I’ve since picked up a Television Championship, yeah not worth bragging about and truthfully the only reason I bring it up is to talk about vacating it, and the second reason is to segway into the Entity World Title that I found its way around my waist. Yeah, success seems to find me and everyone that’s associated with CCPE because we took on and defeated the World, The Denzel Porter Invitational is in the rearview where we once again had an impressive showing but now all of my attention turns toward all of you. I’m sure most of you will go the predictable route by trying to feverishly talk about everyone in some form or fashion while completely negating that most of you wouldn’t know how to win the World Title if your lives fucking depended on it. The first piece of advice I want to give you is never to confuse efforts with results. Taking it from a guy that’s won and lost his fair share of events just like this because the one second you let your guard down is the only second it takes for someone like me to send you sailing over that top rope and out to the floor. The second piece of advice is cardio is going to be your friend. It’s a little too late for anyone to change their training methods so I for one have been hitting it hard and heavy on the treadmill, running staircases at CCPE Arena at The Velvet Rabbit, Las Vegas, doing any and everything that I can do to in sure that I am at peak performance standards because you don’t know when you’re number is going to be called. You have to prepare to be first and pray that you’re last. Stamina is everyone's enemy, but perhaps more so mine seeing as I’m just North of fifty.
Every one of you is looking at this to be that breakout moment because you only get to win the FIRST Nic Powell Memorial Rebel Rumble ONCE.
Who better to stake that claim than “Chronic” Chris Page?
Who else can truly strap Pro Wrestling Apex on their back and carry them back to the promised land than “Chronic” Chris Page?
Who else is a threat on any card his name is on than “Chronic” Chris Page?
The answers are all the same. No one.
I’m officially taking it upon myself to be the last person left standing not because I can, but because I’m going to represent Apex the way Nic would have wanted me to. No longer can you phone in your performances, and no longer can you waste the time of the fans because you either up your fucking games or get the hell out of the way for people that give a shit to come in and show you how you make chicken salad out of chicken shit. At some point, you have to put your faith in the unknown, and that’s where I come in.
My track record is bonafide.
My reputation for ALWAYS showing up, for ALWAYS making sure the people that put their money on the table for a ticket or a premium event get what they’ve paid for. Take one goddamn look at the first two months of 2023 if you need a goddamn example. Every show and every match I’ve given it my all… can most of you say the same? I mean it’s hard to take anyone very seriously if they come forth claiming how BAD they want it when the efforts leading up to matches seem to firmly suggest otherwise. I can’t guarantee victory by any means but I can guarantee that I won’t be getting tossed over that top rope without a fight and it certainly won’t be at the hands of someone that hasn’t earned it. My sixth sense is going to kick in and I am going to utilize it to outsmart and outwork whoever is standing in my way. I could run you all down one at a time but that just seems lazy to me because honestly none of you is any better than the other. I can talk about none of you yet talk about all of you at the same time. I’m the guy walking in off the streets and into all of your backyards, the only question left to be answered is which one of you will try and gatekeep me from achieving my destiny. I claimed my nineteenth World Title just a few weeks ago, I have number twenty right around the corner… so what better way to stamp the last stamp on my career than by making Apex’s World Title my twenty-first? To put those wheels in motion I’m going to have to do what I do best. Win.
Let’s see how this plays, shall we?
I’m here to roll the dice. Let’s GO!
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March 4, 2023 Velvet Rabbit Las Vegas High Rollers Room
Featuring: Kat Jones and Candice Page
The scene opens in the high rollers room of the Velvet Rabbit Las Vegas to find Chris and Candice Page off in the corner observing the room while watching all the money flow into the casino. Candice sports a tight red strapless dress that flows down right below the knees while Page has on some black dress slacks, and a red polo-style dress shirt that’s tucked in at the waist. We join America’s Power Couple amid a conversation.
CHRIS PAGE: It never ceases to amaze me just how stupid our society truly is.
Chris is observing a Texas Holdem table but specifically an older white male that has lost hand, after hand, after hand.
CHRIS PAGE: You’d think that people would come to terms with the term the house always wins in just about everything but Poker. You not only play the cards but you play the players as well. When you sit back and think about it, I mean really think about it gambling is a fool's game.
Some might say that participating in a Battle Royale is a fool's game as well when you look at the nature of only one person will be able to stand before God and the World professing victory at the top of their lungs. For twenty-nine of us we’re all going to be dealt losing hands, but for the one of us that draws the high card will have a future shot at the PWS World Title in our back pockets. I’ve already spoken about how Apex needs some serious changing of the guard and how I am the guy that is walking into your house to defy the odds. I might consider it a fool's bet to think that I will be the ONE guy to hit the proverbial jackpot, but the truth is that I’ve always defied the odds. Hell, look at me right now standing before you all at fifty-three years old, and yet still I’m able to not only outperform but stand on top of any organization I choose.
This is where I go all in on myself.
It’s easier for me to sit back and make that kind of statement when I’m leading the charge for Nic’s Memorial and the rest of you who knew him WAY better than I did sit back with your thumb up your asses and wait for someone like me to light that fire under your ass so you’ll step in front of a camera and promote the goddamn thing. None of you are mentally prepared, none of you are mentally ready, and none of you are prepared to bear the burden of taking Apex; a federation that once flourished with premiere talents that have gone onto bigger and better things back to the top of this industry. I’m a guy with a lot of friends and a lot of enemies but all of which would love a crack at lifting a major Championship off my shoulder. You can’t buy better publicity because everyone thinks they are superior to others… and then there’s me, the guy that has displayed it EVERY time he’s called upon. Hell, I might as well be the modern-era superhero that’s swooped onto the scene at just the right time at just the right event to leave a lasting impression when I go above and beyond to show the world, but more importantly, show every one of you that the last thing I am is overblown hype.
CHRIS PAGE: Take a look at those guys at that table.
Chris nods his head over in the direction of the older gentlemen he’s been paying attention to. Candice takes a look and observes as the gentleman calls a bet that he probably has no reason to call.
CHRIS PAGE: That dude reminds me of the roster at Apex.
CANDICE PAGE: Here we go.
Candice states with sheer sarcasm in the tone of her voice.
CHRIS PAGE: I’m serious, hear me out.
CANDICE PAGE: I’m listening.
CHRIS PAGE: Everyone involved in that Battle Royale to honor Nic, all of them are just like this old fool that should have folded his hand because they’re playing against a dealer that’s on a hot streak. This is going to be like taking candy from a baby.
Suddenly from behind them, Chris hears the voice of the Chief Executive Officer of CCPE calling.
“There you two are.”
Chris and Candice turn around and see Kat Jones in black jeans and a black leather jacket over a white top.
CHRIS PAGE: Kat!
Kat walks up shaking hands with Chris before hugging Candice and kissing her on the cheek.
KAT JONES: You don’t mind if I borrow him for a few minutes, would you?
Chris leans in kissing Candice on the lips.
CHRIS PAGE: Be right back.
Chris turns back toward Kat offering his arm to her. Kat locks her arm in with Chris’s as they leave the Hiigh Roller room and out onto the casino floor.
KAT JONES: So you’re really going through with this Apex thing, huh?
CHRIS PAGE: It’s not a thing for me. I take the legacy that a founding father poured into his product very seriously. This is bigger than a World Title shot, it’s bigger than saying I outlasted every major star on the roster, and it’s bigger than even CCPE.
Kat lets out a gasp.
CHRIS PAGE: I know that’s a loud statement to make but in this instance, it’s the truth. I know that I’m walking into this less than one hundred percent but I’m riding a high that is unmatched by any Indica, Sativa, or Hybrid on the face of the planet.
I truly feel that walking into this none of you are going to be ready for the passion I bring to the table to make sure that Nic is looking down upon us from those pearly white gates with a smile on his face because he knows that if he can count on anyone it’s Chris Page. I can personally care less about what number I enter, I can care less about the time it’s going to take, or how many of you unfortunate souls I’m going to steamroll to stake claim to this inaugural Memorial. Walking into your house with limited to no experience against any of you and yet being able to outlast you is going to bring a smile to my face bigger and brighter than winning number nineteen a few weeks ago.
CHRIS PAGE: The only thing that could make this any better if I had gotten more CCPE talent involved because Apex is ripe for the pickings. They’re surrounded by a select few that might make it in other organizations but for most their all lost causes that are lucky to be under any form of a contract.
KAT JONES: I know Nic meant something to you, but the reputation of Apex is why I’m a little concerned.
Chris scoffs under his breath before stating.
CHRIS PAGE: Apex hasn’t been anything but good to me… and let’s be fair it’s not like I have the most strapping reputation either, depending on who you listen to. They’re a company just like all the others that provide a ring, ropes, and opportunity. It’s up to the wrestlers themselves to take advantage of those opportunities when they present themselves.
Let’s be fair it’s not like anyone can take anything seriously that comes out of the mouths of Dickie Watson or Shawn Warstein when you look at the fucking sources. Both of them are childish, immature, and think they know it all. They didn’t last here, but I will. Why? Because I’m actually talented enough to do so. Am I better than a majority if not all of you, absolutely, but anyone that laces a pair of boots and tries versus going through the motions is worth millions versus those that can’t do so they bitch.
CHRIS PAGE: This is just but another opportunity for us to spread the Enterprise. We’ve got fingers in every major promotion on the planet, so why not get some hands-on Apex?
KAT JONES: Because you just said it, Apex.
Chris stops and faces Kat.
CHRIS PAGE: Let me ask you something.
Chris then continues.
CHRIS PAGE: Do you think the WGWF is a shitty federation?
Kat immediately responds.
KAT JONES: Absolutely not! That’s your baby.
Chris nods once before stating.
CHRIS PAGE: Exactly. I put tireless hours in trying to put a product together with some of what I feel are the best talents in the business, but would it shock you that plenty of people think it sucks a bag of dicks?
KAT JONES: Well, they’d be wrong.
CHRIS PAGE: Doesn’t matter if they’re right or wrong because it’s an opinion. Apex is someone else's baby that deserves the respect an operating federation gets. The talent on the roster is a different story, but the work and dedication put in by those that are creating the product are enough to warrant some respect. Now, think about this for just a second… Think about me leaving Demon’s Run with a shot at the World Title.
KAT JONES: Okay…
CHRIS PAGE: Now picture me winning the World Title and the headlines that are going to grab around the world. All it takes is just ONE thing to change the matter of public opinion, and I’m that ONE opportunity that rests before them.
They say you can’t teach an old dog new tricks. I happen to think otherwise because I continue to learn, and I continue to hone in on my craft by being able to adapt to nearly any given situation with this not being an exception. Thus far we’ve seen a few people break their silence but not near enough for this to be looked at as anything but a walk away for yours truly. It seems like most of you follow the same method. We’ve covered that talent isn’t necessary, and we’ve spoken a little about what we know, so let’s talk a little bit more about other things we also know. We all know two things; the first is that Devon Ryder is entering this party first and that Alexis Makarios is coming in last unless she exercises some bullshittery and gets herself suspended. What she should do is covet the final spot in this Rumble because it’s truthfully the only thing they have going for them. Devon is going to be tasked with having to go the distance, a feat way easier said than done.
I wouldn’t mind coming in early and displaying my craft throughout the entire Rumble.
I also wouldn’t mind coming in late to seize the opportunity to take advantage of those that have been involved for lengthy periods of time, to take advantage of those looking at as the front runners when the moment presents itself. Either way, the last thing I’d be doing is bitching about my entry spot one way or the other regardless of how I got it. The fact that Alexis is pitching a bitch about entering last; something she earned, it baffles my mind. Why the fuck take a spot in a match that only gave you two options? Shit just doesn’t make sense or add up. Can I give both of you a spoiler? It doesn’t matter when or where you enter… you’re not winning it.
The same can be said for the rest of you.
This Rumble is poised for one person to stand tall… you’re looking at him.
CHRIS PAGE: What if one of the last things I do in the ring helps Apex get themselves up off the floor and back on their feet as a company? I mean, I can go anywhere I choose to go, I can do whatever I want to do when I want to do it… so, why not use that power for some greater good? You don’t think the roster would appreciate that kind of dedication from a legend in the industry?
KAT JONES: I can sense the sarcasm.
CHRIS PAGE: Fantastic because I’m laying it on kind of thick.
KAT JONES: So why are you really wanting to do this?
CHRIS PAGE: Because I can. Because I need to but more importantly because I want to. It’s easy to take shots at companies, it’s easy to take shots at the office, it’s easy to tell people to quit trying… PWS-Apex has run to the beat of their own drum for years. Do you know who else has done the same exact thing? Me.
KAT JONES: Apex is too far gone for it to be saved.
CHRIS PAGE: Says who?
KAT JONES: Well, everyone.
CHRIS PAGE: I’d suggest that everyone else is wrong. I have my motives, I have my interests, and I have twenty-nine other people that think they’re going to leave with this memorial rumble match as a talking point for months to come. Unfortunately for them, I’m here.
I’m the guy that your eyes get wide when you see him walk into a room. I command the attention, I command the respect that I’ve earned by doing more in one year than most of you will do in two years. I don’t live under any acronym, I’m like Pinky and The Brain only I’ve been successful in taking over the world. The shadow I cast is difficult for many to overcome because I am one of those few talents that not only tells you what he’s going to do… but I fucking do it? I’m going to take this Rumble and I’m going to eventually take the PWS-Apex World Heavyweight Championship, I’m going to show you all what leadership by example is all about… and that’s something that you could all take notes on when it comes to effort and results.
CHRIS PAGE: Not to mention that it’s going to be a lot of fun. What’s the worst that can happen? I get eliminated? Okay.
The good thing with any battle royale is that a loss isn’t something that’s going to make or break any situation for me, personally. I’ve got many high-profile battles already on the books over the next several months that winning or losing this doesn’t affect me, but me winning this thing affects ALL of you.
CANDICE PAGE: What’s going on over here?
Candice Page enters the screen as patrons are playing slot machines in the background.
CHRIS PAGE: Kat thinks I’m wasting my time with the Apex deal.
Kat interjects.
KAT JONES: I didn’t say it like that.
Candice giggles under her breath at the defensive nature coming from Kat.
CHRIS PAGE: Fair.
Candice directs attention to Kat as she states.
CANDICE PAGE: I’ve learned a long time ago that Chris is going to do what Chris is going to do. If he’s telling you that he’s going to do this… he’s going to do this.
KAT JONES: Well shit, it looks like I’m going to Apex.
CHRIS PAGE: Let’s make some more history, shall we?
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We are closing in on the final hours of what is going to be a monumental night for Apex as we invade the O2 Arena in London, England. It’s been almost a year or so since I’ve conducted a British Invasion, so what better time than here and now? The lists of talents involved read like an Apex who’s who. We’ve got some legends, we’ve got some Main Event talents, and we have a shitload of talents itching to make a statement. Do yourselves a favor and come to terms with failure, come to terms with coming so close yet being so far away, and come to terms with taking a backseat to a dude that is superior to you in every sense of the word, a dude that doesn’t mind bringing the heat, that doesn’t back down from the trolls of the world, and who fights for everything he believes in.
My name is Chris Page.
And I’m the guy that’s going to make the loudest statement of them all when I do the unthinkable by exploiting the opportunistic nature that a Rumble brings us. I’m not coming into this with any friends, I’m not bringing any guys or gals from CCPE to pad the numbers because I want to go in with the disadvantage, I want you all to team up and try to get me over the top rope because when you try and fail it means that I’ll be standing right their when the smoke clears and the dust settles as the man that punches his ticket to Destiny.
You can all have pipedreams.
Or you can look at reality for what it is… and that rests with this being over the moment I put my name on the dotted line. I expect most of you to play the role of defending your turf but it’s not going to do any good. I don’t take no for an answer and on this night I am not going to be denied. Allow me to be the first to take a stand, allow me to be the first to fire a REAL shot at taking this Rumble and title shot that comes along with it, but more importantly, I’m going to take the FIRST Nic Powell Memorial Demon Rumble…
And the latter is what makes this special.
I’m dedicating my performance to the guy who is the real reason why we are here.
Nic Powell.
I hope you are looking on with Saint Peter as you sit on those white fluffy clouds with a smile on your face knowing that at least one of us is giving you their time and energy to make sure that you enjoy what you’re going to see. I’m coming to London empty handed but I’ll be leaving with a guaranteed shot at the Apex World Heavyweight Championship… I want you all to remember this if you don’t remember anything at all.
Losing to Chris Page doesn’t mean that you suck… it just means you’re like everyone else. I’ll see you Thursday night.
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Haze
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Post by Haze on Mar 5, 2023 14:03:32 GMT -5
The Boar's Head Pub London, England
There comes a time in a lot of wrestler's careers where they reach a crossroad. For some, maybe it's simply because of myriad of reasons. From nagging injuries, not being good enough, losing passion for the game, or simply making enough money to live comfortably well into retirement. For Heather, it is was all too complicated.
After months of inactivity and evading being prodded and probed and psychoanalyzed, Heather had finally ventured out a call to Everhart....and that, in and of itself, had brought the young psychiatrist running from half way across the Atlantic. It was truly a ground breaking moment for It wasn't often that a woman like Diana would be sought out willingly for her professional help let alone a complex head case like Heather, but maybe in the case of Heather Haze, the woman who prided herself on doing things her own way, perhaps it was par for the course for her to do the unexpected. And so, here they found themselves, in a bar down town from the venue, as Heather was just finishing up a story from her unpublished memoire while Diana sat there listening intuitively.
~Heather Haze~ Chapter One: "To get my mind off of sex I went horseback riding and boy did my p*ssy take a beating. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the kind of beating that I was looking for. All that bucking and bouncing did was make me think about sex more. Now it’s practically all I can think about which is bad because I have a match to focus on. It’s supposed to be a big match. But here I’m supposed to ‘reconnect’ with my vagina without the distractions of sex, by journaling every day." Diana shifted in her seat uncomfortably, crossing her legs together in awkward silence as Heather nodded, smiled, and continued. ~Heather Haze~ "I don’t know exactly what I'm supposed to be journaling about...I guess how my vagina is feeling that day or whatever. To be honest it sounds like the most ridiculous idea I've ever heard of...but I'll try anything if it means getting my orgasm back and winning a bloody championship!"Heather then glances up from her memoir to Diana's for a reaction, a big smile plastered on her face. ~Diana Everhart~ “......yeahhhh….that's all very um... deeply disturbing ...but from the phone conversation we had yesterday, you had me concerned."
Heather cocked her head sideways, and looked at Diana with a slight smile.
~Heather Haze~ "Really? my vag had you worried??"
~Diana Everhart~ "No!!! I was worried that you were experiencing some type of mental crisis of sorts, which is why I hopped on an early flight to get to you before you could do something... impulsive. I am quite familiar with your temperament that I wasn't going to take any chance letting you slip through the cracks."
Heather chuckled a bit, and shook her head, taking a sip of her beer.
~Heather Haze~ "Oh that was just me tapping into my inner thespian, you silly billy. Haven't you seen any of my movies? A Clockwork Orgy? Sorest Rump? Saving Ryan's Privates?!" ~Diana Everhart~ "I don't think I would want to quite frankly..."Heather makes a face, rolling her eyes. ~Heather Haze~ "Maybe you should...but since you're being all fussy gus about it. I wanted to get your honest feedback for my new memoir I've been working on...and also because I used up all my frequent flyer miles...and there was just no way I was gonna fly out all the way to New York to have another psychoanalysis with that nitwit, Fischer. Which is why I figured you'd be somewhat....less boring and more non-judgy?"Everhart blinked a bit, taken aback by Heather's curt reply. ~Diana Everhart~ "It's my opinion that you're not far off with that. And with The Nic Powell Memorial Rumble in full gear...maybe this could be another opportunity to seize the moment. Perhaps a resurgence for your career maybe?"~Heather Haze~ "Well it could...given my lousy track record of choking and getting screwed over in big stake matches like this. Last year's Demon Run I got nearly killed by that crazy bitch Audrey...if it wasn't for my ass cushioning that twenty-feet-drop I took from the chamber."Diana stifled a giggle and a loud snort as Heather gave her an icy glare, silencing the psychiatrist quickly. ~Diana Everhart~ "I'm sorry...that must have been very traumatic for you. Maybe this time your luck will turn around." ~Heather Haze~ "Maybe it will, maybe it won't. Who *really* knows? I mean this spring will mark my fourth year anniversary with the company and I hate having this feeling that there's still some unfinished business left. Which is why it's imperative that I end my memoir on a high note with me at least winning a damn world title in my career at least once! I don't just wanna chronicle a 286 pages explicitly of my vagina or reminiscing my days being screwed over and over again. There's more to me than just being a pretty face."~Diana Everhart~ "I guess I can see where you're coming for."~Heather Haze~ "Good. Because it annoys the absolute shit out of me, And I don't want it to come to that. Which is why I NEED to win this rumble...for me! I don't care if I have to throw Mack, Lexy, or any of these bench warmers hacks that are gonna be in it..all's I know is I have to 'freakin' win this and punch my ticket to Destiny and finally win that gold that's been eluding me this whole time. I owe that to me and my memoir!"Heather would take a swig from her mug, gulping down the last frothy remnants of the beer before slamming the mug on the table.
~Heather Haze~ "Ugh seriously why does this beer taste like f'ing piss!!"
Heather then shook her head and promptly stood up as she grabbed her hand bang from her seat.
~Heather Haze~ "I need to go the rest room to take a leak. I'll Be right back."
~Diana Everhart~ "Yes. of course. by all means."With those words, Heather quickly hurried off to the restroom as Diana took a careful bite of her salad with the fork. 35 minutes later! Diana was still picking away at her salad, while glancing at her watch from time-to-time, wondering what was taking Heather so long in the restroom. The waiter then came by the table to take away Heather's remainder of her half eaten chicken leftovers. ~Diana Everhart~ "Um hi excuse me, pardon me sir. I don't think my friend was quite finished with her meal. (glancing at the restroom) I probably might need to check up on her. She's been in the restroom for quite some time."
The waiter chuckled as he still took away the plate and the empty beer mug. ~Waiter~ "Your yank friend is not in the bloody lue, luv. She lef' an 'our ago. Said somethin' abou' the beer tastin' like piss and threatenin' to caw' the bloody health inspectors. She then buggered off with a bo''le ov our fines' whiskey an' rum and said to put it all on ye' tab."The waiter then handed over the bill. Diana gasped, her eyes sprung wide out of her sockets seeing the hefty set of digits added to the bill as the waiter gave her a flirty wink with his yellowy toothy grin. ~Waiter~ Now then'. 'ah would you be payin, luv? maybe we can come up wi'h some arrangemen'. ye fancy a cup ov 'ea an' crumpe's wi'h me? ~Diana Everhart~ Fuck. My. Life.
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Post by Malachi on Mar 6, 2023 2:21:08 GMT -5
The scene opened up inside of a comfortably furnished New York townhome, and to some PWS fans it was a home that was instantly recognizable. The camera panned around to show the tastefully decorated room, looking like it was straight out of a magazine, before coming to stop on the darkened silhouette of a person standing near the floor to ceiling window along the back wall of the room. As the camera slowly approached, the person turned their head ever so slightly to reveal the silhouetted profile of former PWS World and Tag Team champion Malachi.
But this was not the brash, cocky Malachi that had once held the World Title some four years ago. He was quiet, subdued, almost reflective. His face was almost completely turned away from the camera as he stared out of the window of his New York townhome at the snow-covered street below him. The room was quiet, save for the sound of a ticking clock somewhere off-camera. He stood like this for a few moments, his blue eyes darting back and forth as he watched the people going about their day-to-day lives. When he finally spoke, his voice was somewhat quieter than it usually was, and held a bit of a gravelly edge to it.
“When I first came to PWS, it was no secret that I wasn’t exactly the easiest person to get along with. I came in with a reputation already preceding me - I was hard-headed, arrogant, a downright bastard.” He laughed slightly. “I mean, it wasn’t wrong. Back then, I thought the world owed me everything on a silver platter. I was one cocky son of a bitch. That part hasn’t really changed much over the years. But back then, it was at an all-time high. There were very few people in the PWS locker room that tolerated my presence, let alone actually liked me.”
His arms came up to fold across his chest. “But there was one guy that I actually found myself getting on with a little better than most. Nic Powell was just one of those guys that anyone could talk to. He’d always be there to lend an ear, offer a piece of advice if you needed it. He was a real stand-up guy, and that’s rare in this business. Guys like him are one of a kind. Those are the kind of guys you keep close, because they’ll be the most loyal and true friends you’ll ever find in this world.”
“But of course, me being who I am, I didn’t appreciate him for the good-hearted person he was. I just saw him as another corporate stooge, a yes man to the higher ups ready to do their bidding at the snap of their fingers. He and I butted heads on more than one occasion, and I’m sure there’s many roster and crew members that have their stories of him and I getting into it backstage. Eventually, it came to a point where I just said ‘Fuck it’ and I walked out of the company and never looked back. It wasn’t entirely his fault, but at the time I was just so frustrated and angry at my situation, and he was on the receiving end of a lot of my ire. And that was unfair.”
It was here that he turned to look towards the camera. Instead of the usual hard glint in his icy blue eyes, there was a deep sadness within them. There even seemed to be a slight hint of red around the rims, almost as if he had recently been crying. “There’s not a lot of times you’ll see me be vulnerable like this, but I owe a lot of my success in PWS to Nic. I may have gone out and won the matches, but he was the one that made sure I got the matches that mattered. He always had my back, no matter how much of a stubborn arse I was being, and was one of the few who believed in me right from the start of my PWS career. I know we never got to mend our fences, and that is a regret that I will carry with me until the end of my days. But I hope that by entering this rumble being held in his name, I can get just a small amount of closure.”
He turned to face the camera directly. “I’m not doing this rumble as a grand return to PWS. I burned my bridges with the company, and I’ll just have to live with that. I’m doing this to pay tribute to a man who no matter how difficult I may have been, or how hard I made his job and life, he always gave me a chance. I only hope that no matter our personal differences, I never made him regret it.” He took a deep breath, looking up towards the ceiling. “Wherever you are, I hope you’re resting easy, mate. This one’s for you.”
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Post by marcuscage on Mar 6, 2023 13:43:22 GMT -5
January 22nd 5 A.M. Marcus and Candy's hotel room.
The phone on the bedside table begins ringing, as Marcus Cage and his wife Candy were lost in dreamland. Candy begins to stir as she shakes Marcus awake.
Candy: Honey, your phone is ringing, answer it so it doesn't wake Ruby up.
Marcus rolled over to grab his phone. He brought it to his ear and let out a loud sigh.
Marcus Cage: Hello?
The voice on the other end began talking. Marcus seemed caught off guard by what they were saying before he bolted upright in bed.
Marcus Cage: WHAT!?
Candy was startled awake and sat up in bed next to Marcus.
Candy: What is it, Marcus?
Marcus Cage: Oh my God. And you don't know what happened?
Candy placed her hand on her husbands shoulder.
Marcus Cage: OK, keep me posted with anything new.
Marcus ended the call before looking at his wife.
Marcus Cage: Nic passed away.
Candy: Nic? Really? What happened?
Marcus Cage: They didn't say. It happened so suddenly.
The two of them sat in silence for several minutes before Marcus stood up and headed to the bathroom.
Candy: What are you doing?
Marcus Cage: Taking a shower. I gotta go for a run or something, try to make sense of things.
The scene faded to black.
January 23rd 3:52 P.M. Backstage area
Marcus Cage was sitting in the backstage area playing peek-a-boo with Ruby. Candy came walking in carrying Fluffy. Marcus held Ruby as he stood up.
Marcus Cage: So, what is PWS doing to honor Nic? I mean he may not have been an on camera personality, but not a damn person in this company can claim they don't owe something to the guy. He was probably the biggest supporter of PWS.
Candy: Well, I spoke to Star and she said they are absolutely going to do something. The Rebel Rumble is going to be renamed to the Nic Powell Memorial Rebel Rumble.
Marcus Cage: It was his favorite event we put on. I think he would have liked that. And its made even better by the range of talent in it. Legends returning, young talet wanting to prove themselves, even competetors from other companies representing where they come from against the literal best in the world.
Candy: Yeah, and I get to be one of them. I hope I do well.
Marcus Cage: You will do amazing, but if you are that worried, we can start training.
Candy: You'll help me train?
Marcus Cage: Absolutely! Lets start with cardio. Cardio is key to surviving this match. If you get an early entry, you wanna make sure you don't gas yourself. So lets get you started. They walk out of their locker room as the scene fades to black.
February 22nd 11:30 P.M. London England for Riot
Marcus Cage is standing in front of a mirror, looking at himself in his wrestling gear.
Marcus Cage: Its been a long time since I was in the ring. I must say, I'm a bit nervous to see if I still have it. If I can still compete at the level I once did. I mean I know this is for Nic, but I don't think it would be honoring him if I got tossed out on my ass as soon as I got out there. Maybe I should pull out. *Giggity*
Candy stood up and walked over to him, holding Ruby.
Candy: I can't believe what I'm hearing. You are The High Voltage Superstar. Do you want Ruby to think its OK to quit just because she's scared? Do you want Ruby to see her father as a quitter? As a coward? As a big scaredy cat?
Marcus: N....
Candy smacks Marcus.
Candy: The answer is NO! You have accomplished too much in your career, and come to far in life to let a little fear stop you. Now you owe it to Nic, you owe it to the fans, you owe it to Ruby, you owe it to me since you took my spot, and you owe it to yourself to go out there and do what you do best, put on thevere best damn show these people have ever seen.
Marcus looked at Candy shocked. Usually he was the one giving her the pep talk. This time, she as consoling him. And it worked. A look of determination came over Marcus' face.
Marcus Cage: You're right. I AM The High Voltage Superstar. It will be great to step into the ring with old allies, and enemies, like David Shane, the only man who was made a member of Shock & Awe. Even though he went a little mad with power, I always put on amazing matches with him. Chaz Holiday is in it too. I haven't seen Chaz in years, so it will be nice to lace up my boots against him again. Jenn has come a long way since her first match, and I can't wait to see what she's got. Corey Bull is still a force to be reckoned with. Not to mention talents like Malachi, who I have always wanted to step into the ring with, and the next generation of Russows, and Lopez's Its like I'm realizing what I'm missing out on by sitting on the sideline. From Heather Haze, to Squid-Man, to Dionysus. Now that I'm thinking about this, I'm getting excited. And I can't forget about Chris Page. His reputation precedes him and I can't wait to lock up with him, and even though Marcus Redd is still a chump, it will be good to see him again. One of my greatest rivals, both in the ring, and for your heart.
Candy: My heart was always yours.
Marcus Cage: I know, but that didn't stop him from trying.
Candy: You are going to win and go on to Destiny and fight for the title.
Marcus Cage: It's not about winning. It's about putting on a show for the fans, in Nic's honor. That's the important thing. I just want to make him proud of my performance.
Candy: Enough strolling down memory lane, you need to start training, and I suggest starting with cardio. Remember, you don't want to gas yourself too early.
Marcus realized that he created a monster.
Candy: Let's go.
Candy left the room, reluctently followed by Marcus.
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Post by Cassie Wolfe on Mar 6, 2023 15:37:00 GMT -5
RP Title: “In Memoriam,”
Cassie originally signed up for the Rebel Rumble at Demon’s Run thinking that it would be perfect for “The Rebel Princess”, the fact that the winner would fight for the PWS: Apex World Title at Destiny was just the icing on the cake! So what changed? In the leadup to the match PWS: Apex’s owner Nic Powell passed away unexpectedly leaving the teenager with a lot of uncertainty as to whether she belonged in the match for the simple reason that she had just signed up for PWS: Apex and didn’t know Nic that well outside of when she signed the contract for the company, still Cassie was persisting and she had had stiff competition in the match.
Namely, Alexandra Callaway, Alexis Makarios, Miss Puppies, Spuds Guzzman Jr, Violet Amelia Holt, Dylan Howell, Chris Page, Heather Haze, Chaz Holiday, Corey Bull, Mack McKane, Jennifer Makarios-Lopez, David Shane, Miles Kasey, Crash Rodriguez, Malachi, Devon Ryder, Marcus Redd, Marcus Cage, Dionysus, Richard Rider, Moondust, Max Johnson, Chris Blade, Juan Manuel Cabrera Jr., Travis Ryan, Patty, Stacy O'Brien and The Squid-Man! Can Cassie overcome the odds and win?
Cassie’s hotel room, London, England Sunday the 5th of March 2023, 14:00pm
Am I right for this match?
I signed with PWS: Apex with one goal in mind, make a name for myself as a teenage prodigy of the wrestling business! So far? I’ve done just that! I won my debut match against Ivory Sullivan, then I won my official debut against Morgan Baker! I had plenty of reasons to feel good about how things were going here, to the point where I jumped at the chance to sign myself up for the Rebel Rumble joining the 29 other competitors for a chance at the World Title at Destiny!
Then Nic Powell, the fed’s owner, passed away.
I’ve only just joined the fed so I didn’t really get a chance to get to know Nic that well, he treated me well when we were negotiating my contract off course but we didn’t interact much outside of that! I was upset by his death off course, because I was looking forward to working with him ore over the rest of the year (and the obvious tragedy of his sudden passing) but now the Rebel Rumble had been renamed the Nic Powell Memorial Rebel Rumble.
My nerves didn’t exactly stop me from flying out for the show, I haven’t been to England since MPW shut down and I was enjoying my time here, but I still had a lot of nerves so I had to call Krystal over messenger.
”Cassie, I get feeling nervous ahead of a big match, the moment you stop feeling nervous is the moment you stop caring after all.” Krystal sighed after I explained my plight without explaining why I was nervous and the fact that I had forgotten that England is five hours behind the US wasn’t helping. ”But you’ve competed for title before, what’s stopping you from doing it this time?”
”Charlotte, if it was that easy I wouldn’t be calling you.” I explained whilst referring to Krystal by her real first name, something only reserved for those Krystal trusted or those who were close to her for personal reasons. ”But you remember when the fed’s owner died?”
”Nic Powell? Yeah, I remember you telling me.” Krystal responded after thinking for a second before it hit her. ”You don’t think you belong in the match because you only just joined PWS: Apex, right?”
”Exactly, they renamed the Rumble in his honour and everything, how am I supposed to pay tribute to a man I just met?” I asked after taking a deep breath and Krystal gave me a sympathetic look. ”He treated me with respect during the contract negotiations but I don’t know if that was him being professional when signing a new talent or not, the rest of the roster hold him in high regard so he had to be doing something right.”
”I know it’s tough but he’d want you to give this match your all, he wouldn’t have signed you if he didn’t see your ridiculous level of talent for your age and experience level.” Krystal assured me and I had to admit, the ego stroking did make me feel a lot better about me being in this match. ”I’m going to have to cut this short because Makayla’s evening meal is coming up, at this stage of her pregnancy she’s eating for three now and needs a lot of food in her.”
”Heh, mom said you had been picking her brain for advice in dealing with Makayla’s pregnancy.” I responded with a grin and Krystal let out a sheepish laugh. ”Tell Makayla I said hi, I’ve got a lot to deal with over the next few days.”
”You can tell her yourself.” Krystal responded before she shifted the web cam to show her heavily pregnant Greek Australian wife on the couch, Makayla glanced up and waved to the webcam when she realized that she was on camera. ”Cassie said hi Makayla.”
”Hey Cass! Hope your trip to England is going well.” Makayla said after she eased herself out of the chair and walked up to the camera so that I could see her better.
”Going a lot better than my last trip, I’ll say that much.” I responded as I shifted my weight and Makayla grinned. ”So, you’ve gotta be at least six months along right? Mom told me you were in the final stages but I can’t remember how far along off the top of my head.”
”Don’t worry about it! I’m just under seven months into my pregnancy, it’s a matter of weeks before I hit the seven-month milestone to be honest.” Makayla assured me and I grinned un response. ”And tell your mom that her advice has been very helpful and appreciated.”
”Still haven’t wrapped my head around the fact that I’m about to be a second cousin but I will.” I responded with a grin and Makayla and Krystal grinned. ”I suppose I can tell the twins to just call me Auntie Cass or something, right?”
”I don’t see why not? Carter and Ari already like the sound of “Uncle Carter and Auntie Ari”! Makayla nodded before she went return to the couch. ”We’ll talk more when you come back from England, okay?”
”Look forward to it.” I responded with a grin before she returned to the couch and Krystal turned the webcam to her. ”I’ll bet good money that it feels even weirder for you Charlotte.”
”You’d win that bet! I still remember Makayla telling me on my twenty seventh birthday like it was yesterday!” Krystal responded with a laugh before she went to end the convo. ”See you when you get back Cass and remember what I said.”
”See you then!” I responded before Krystal ended the call and I left that conversation feeling a lot better about my placement in the match then I did before the conversation!
Cassie’s hotel room, London, England Sunday the 5th of March 2023, 19:00pm
*promo time*
Not what I expected.
”When I signed up for this Rumble, I thought it was going to be a good way to continue to make my name in PWS: Apex by winning the whole thing and earning that shot at Destiny or at the very least put on a good showing before I got eliminated.” I sighed as I made myself comfy. ”I don’t think I really need to point out what changed but I will anyway, Nic Powell passed away unexpectedly a few weeks back.”
Am I right for this match?
”Look, I just joined this promotion, I didn’t interact with Nic much outside of my contract negotiations with his company, to be honest I’m not even sure if should be in this match because I’m definitely the least tenured out of the thirty wrestlers who are taking part in this thing!” I admitted as I leaned back in my chair lost in thought. ”It took a lot of soul searching for me to not pull out of this match, I had to remind myself that even if I only just met the guy Nic would want me to take part in this match! When he signed me, he didn’t just see a nineteen-year-old girl who’s originally from Australia and now lives in the US, he saw a wrestling prodigy, someone who could be a world champion one day with the right guidance.”
But can I do it?
”There’s no other way to describe the Nic Powell Memorial Battle Royal other than the hardest match of my wrestling career to date! I’m going to have to go all out to get the win in this match, there’s no other way around it!” I added before shaking my head. ”And yeah, I know that I should ideally apply that to every match I enter from now until the end of my career but with what’s at stake for the winner and who it’s for? I’d be doing a disservice by half-assing this match, not just to myself and the training I went through but to the other wrestlers and by extension? Nic himself!”
It's that simple.
”Nic, we didn’t know each other that long but thanks for believing in me and this one’s for you.” I said with a ad sigh as I leaned back in my chair. ”I don’t know if I can win this match but I’m damn sure going to give 150% of my effort to give the fans a show and prove why I belong here in PWS: Apex! Because at this point? That’s all I can really do, show the world that I’m not just some Aussie Metal Chick from some small town that no one outside of the Barossa Valley has heard off! I’m the future of the wrestling business and this is my chance to prove it!”
And with that I decided to wrap things up.
”And win or lose? I’ll make sure that the name Cassie Wolfe is on the lips of everyone in London when I compete in the Rumble!” I added as I flipped some hair over my shoulder. ”So this is my message to Alexandra Callaway, Alexis Makarios, Miss Puppies, Spuds Guzzman Jr, Violet Amelia Holt, Dylan Howell, Chris Page, Heather Haze, Chaz Holiday, Corey Bull, Mack McKane, Jennifer Makarios-Lopez, David Shane, Miles Kasey, Crash Rodriguez, Malachi, Devon Ryder, Marcus Redd, Marcus Cage, Dionysus, Richard Rider, Moondust, Max Johnson, Chris Blade, Juan Manuel Cabrera Jr., Travis Ryan, Patty, Stacy O'Brien and The Squid-Man, I’m definitely the youngest wrestler in the field at nineteen but by no means does that make me the weakest! If anyway, that just makes me the least experienced, especially compared to a dinosaur like Chris Page, I’ve seen that dude wrestle on Sin City Wrestling! To all my fans? In a world of fake queens, be a Rebel Princess! To the rest of the field? Watch yourselves because I’m Hungry Like The Wolfe! And to Nic? This is in memoriam to you, see you guys in the ring!”
I turned off my laptop’s webcam as the scene fades.
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Post by Alexandra Sanders on Mar 6, 2023 17:41:16 GMT -5
Calaway Homestead Dallas, Texas 2/23/23
The Bad News Alexandra had been curled up in bed watching a movie, the storm brewing outside, having kept her inside. Her focused had lapsed from the movie, even though it was one of her favorites. It's sound had become nothing more than background noise. Her phone buzzed, looking over at it, she saw the name of the man who had helped train her, a man she was lucky enough to call her friend. Brent McKenzie. Her heart rate picked up in that moment and it was if something felt, off. "Hello, Brent what is it?""Alexandra, I need to let you know some news."A shiver ran down her spine as she could hear people talking in the background on his side. Her eyes went back to the movie, before she turned it off, sitting up straight when he began to speak. Brent wasn't normally the kind of guy to give such a somber and solemn greeting. "Please tell me you are at home and sitting down.""I am. What is it Mr. McKenzie?"His voice sounded somber and that broke her heart. Something had happened and it had to be something serious. Something that warranted him calling her, rather than just a text message. For a moment she wondered what had happened, but then all her worry was answered. "Silvers gone.."Alexandra felt as if all the air had been sucked from her lungs. As if the world around her faded away. Silver, her best friend of fifteen years, someone she had known for almost half of her life was gone. Fifteen of the longest, hardest, and most trying years of her life, Jason had been a part of. The man who had convinced her to return to wrestling after she had retired. He was gone. She tried to breath, to find the words to say. "What.. happened?"She could hear him shuffling in the background. Her heart broke, she could feel the tears welling up in her eyes. She felt as if the air had been sucked from the room now. There was an inky darkness that folded in around her. The words she had wanted to say, couldn't escape her lips. She could feel Jonathan sit up beside her, his hand running around her waist to hold her, as if he knew something wasn't right with his Queen in those moment's. "Well from what we know at this current time, he hadn't taken his meds and had a seizure while in the tub. The seizure isn't what killed him, cause of death was drowning.""No.. please. Please tell me this is just a work. Tell me he's standing there right now, laughing at my reaction.""I wish I could say that was the case, but it is not. He's gone Ally, I'm so sorry."She broke down and started sobbing, uncontrollably. Sander's wrapped his arms around her completely, his forehead pressing against her shoulder. He whispered words into her other ear, trying to steel her emotions so that she could finish the call. She fought through the tears to get the words out. She forced herself to do it. Because she knew if she didn't, pain would be all she felt. "Thank you, for letting me know. Please keep me updated on any further information. Let me know when the funeral is please. I would love to be there.""You're welcome. Please take care of yourself. I know that you will, but we can lose another one of you."With that, Alexandra hung up the phone. Placing it back on the table, she shivered. Her gaze was locked onto the floor, though she wasn't really looking at it. It was more of a blank stare that came from the person who had just had her world crumble down around her. Jason was like a brother to her and to know he was gone, just about killed her. She would have to fight through and face the world, knowing it had taken someone like him from the world. It was as if the light had been sucked out of the room. "What is it my Queen? What has you frozen and unable to speak? You can tell me, I know it is something.""My best friend of fifteen years.. is dead.""Oh my love.."He pulled her into a hug, trying to comfort her. Trying to give her solace in the moment of pain she was experiencing. It wasn't an easy feat to accomplish, but he had been able to redirect her anger so many times before and it could be used to Anti-Thesis advantage in the Rumble. Her eyes were still staring straightforward, her voice came out cold, but it was not her own voice. "The world.. will know my wrath, for taking a soul that still had so much more to give. They will feel my wrath, I will use everything I feel, to win what is rightfully mine."Alexandra's gaze was cold, almost lifeless, yet behind them burned a fire that could scorch the Earth in a singular moment in time. That time, would be the Nic Powell Memorial Rumble. She would do it for Jason. For her friend, to honor him in ways only she could. A memorial for two amazing men. Nic Powell, the man who gave her a place to call her wrestling home and to her friend who kept her going when she had wanted to give up on the industry all together. FADE TO BLACK
3/1/23Memoirs of a Legacy
Alexandra is sitting around a campfire on her property, something she could finally get to do. The storm was brewing on the horizon and it would probably hit the next day. She knew that it was the storm season in Texas and it was only a matter of time before a tornado or something could hit. So this was a now or never, tomorrow she would bury her best friend and catch her flight to the UK for Demons Run. She took a breath, opening a book in her lap. “Demons run when a good man goes to war. Night will fall and drown the sun. When a good man goes to war. Friendship dies and true love lies, Night will fall and the dark will rise, When a good man goes to war. Demons run, but count the cost. The battle's won, but the child is lost.”She closed the book, placing it on the wooden table next to her, surrounding the fire was a ring of chairs. Within those chairs, sat no one. But she could feel the eyes of those who had gone before her on her. She lifted a manila envelope, emptying it's contents onto her lap. She hated that she was going into this match with the loss still fresh on her mind. It reminded her of the times she had to say goodbye to friends, while she couldn't be there to say it in person. This time, she had the chance to say it in person. "Life's flow and ebb, never ending. It's in our times of darkness that we both find our true selves and turn into the monsters we all truly are. For those of you in the Nic Powell Memorial, you now get to see the face of the monster that I have been trying so hard to keep locked away. But no more, the doors of Hell are open and the monsters are all set free. And I am that very monster. Those of you have never faced me, you've at least seen what I can do. For those of you who have not, you'll learn very quickly. The very last time there was a royal rumble, I was the one who won it. I left a path of destruction in my wake. And that was before the Gates of Hell were opened. Now that they are, now that I have been shown the way, this time, will have the same outcome as the last Rumble, with me ending on top. And when the dust settles, I will go on to be the next PWS World Champion. No matter who comes out on top between Cleo and Mike, my aim is pointed at that Gold and I won't stop until I make it there. It doesn't matter if I start at number 2 or number 30, I will leave my mark on EVERY single competitor."Picking up the first photograph, she looks down at it. Alexis Makarios, a woman who had a lot of her respect. Someone she hadn't had the pleasure of facing yet and he was looking forward to it. Twirling the photo in her hand, she took the moment to think on the woman. "Alexis Makarios, from the moment I came into this company, I've watched you. I've seen your ups and your downs. I've seen you get to the pinnacle and then, falter. It happens to all of us, hell in my time here, I had a World Title shot and came up just short. We all have our times. I respect you, I respect your career, but tonight, you are in there with someone who is focused on one thing and one thing alone. Winning. That title was mine to win, had I not made one mistake. The last rumble, I won, and I'll win this one, or die trying. I'm willing to do whatever it takes. Including kill the dreams of people I respect. Let's show them all what we can do." She takes the photo of Alexis, throwing it into the fire, it ignites, sending sparks of color up into the sky. Before Alexandra pulls out a photo of Miss Puppies. She laughs and shakes her head. "Then there is Miss Puppies, someone I've barely seen around. Why you were even included in the first amazes me. You've won very little, and you've left little to no impact here in PWS: APEX. You mysteriously got hurt, at least that's what the reports state. So tell me, did you hire someone to take you out, because you feared the amount of REAL TALENT in this match. I'm glad we have one less person to worry about. One less body to focus on getting rid of. The thing is, I feel that if you actually put the work in, you could be great, but its clear that your mind is elsewhere. And thankfully enough, someone was willing to make sure you couldn't compete. I really deserve to give them a gift." She chunked her photo into the fire, before picking up another. Spuds Guzzman Jr, she looks at it, before speaking. "Spuds Guzzman Jr, Mr. Potato boy. It's nice to see you getting off the farm and actually doing something with you life. You know, I'd hate for there to be a famine. You know with all the things going on in the world, it's smart to have a back up, what happens if your farm catches on fire while you are away in the UK, working on trying to win the championship? You'll never recover from that will you? You really should go back to the farm, tend to those taters, and find that your life is better spent, taking care of feeding humanity. Leave the fighting to those of us who were born for it." Spud's photo of him holding a potato is thrown into the fire, burning to ashes. She lifts up a photo of a smiling Violet Holt, her eyes look into the camera, her tongue slipping out over her lips for a moment wetting them where she sits by the fire she had created. "Dear Violet Amelia Holt, let's remember back to a time in September of 2022, you were set in a match against me.. it didn't work out too good for you now did it. Here's hoping that someone makes easy work of you, because if I manage to get my hands on you, I will tell you right now, you WONT survive the match. I'll toss you out of the ring as soon as you step into it. You can bet on it. Because I won't let someone like you win this match. It would be a disgrace to the man who gave ALL of us a place to do what we love."Her phot joins those already in the fire. Alexandra picks up Dylan Howells and looks at it, picking up another that almost looks exactly like it, looking between the two before, tossing the other down in her lap, saving it for later. "Dylan Howell, to say you worry me, would be an understatement. Didn't you just retire? Yes, I know that honoring Nic is what has pulled most of you out of retirement, but come on. You couldn't even beat Carmen. Carmen has always lost to me. She's faced me five times in the past, each time, she lost. What does that say for you? If you couldn't be the Want to be Golden Goddess, whos to say you will get past me? Not to mention one of the other twenty-eight other talented individuals in the rumble huh? You are past the point Howell, you don't have what it takes to honor the legacy that Nic Powell created here. And I will show you, just what it's like to truly face someone with talent. Hey Dylan, remember what happened the last time we were in a Rumble? You got tossed out on your ass, and I was still standing tall."She tosses his in, the fire crackling, twisting and marring his photo. She pulls another out of the pile, the image of a young girl. Alexandra remembered she had started her career around that same age. This young woman had no idea, but she would. "Cassie Wolfe, you are still young, so very young. I started my long career around the same age you have. I was eighteen when I joined this industry. You are not the first young talent to come in. And I can promise you wont be the last. You want to be remembered. I can see that from Twitter. But your fifteen minutes of fame, wont be at the cost of my dreams. Out of this whole match, I'm pretty sure I'm the one that has been doing this the longest. Twenty-Three years, I have wrestled all around the world. I have busted my ass, taken my losses and guess what, one day, you'll get to stand on that pinnacle and call yourself a World Champion, but it will not be this time."Wasting no more time on the young girl, she tosses the picture into the fire and shakes her head. Such a waste of a young girl. With a bright future, Alexandra would have to end her dreams in the Rumble. Next she pulls out a photo of the beautiful Heather Haze. "Heather Haze, you are far too pretty to be in this match. Please, do us all a favor and throw yourself out. Disqualify yourself from this competition. I would hate to have to mar that money maker. But know this, if you choose to stay in the ring, if you chose to go through with this Miss Haze. I am not to be held responsible for what happens to you. I will leave you bleeding, laying on the mat outside the ring, wondering why you even CONSIDERED, being involved. And I'll do it with a smile on my face. Ashes to Ashes and dust to dust.. Princess."
She smirks tossing her photo into the fire. Chaz Holiday's photo comes up next. Alexandra practically falls out of her chair laughing. Where did these wanna be wrestlers come from? Hollyweird sure was making people believe they were something more than they actually were. She instantly throws his photo in the fire, before speaking. "Chaz Holiday, ah another pretty boy. Jesus, this industry is full of guys who look like they just stepped out of Hollywood and into the industry that I was born into. Please, step into the ring, show me that you have what it takes. I don't care what you've done in the past. What matters is this very moment we are in. When was the last time you were actually IN a wrestling ring? You look as if you haven't had the time to properly prepare to face someone like me. Don't. Nic would be disappointed in you."
She pulled out Corey Bull's photo. She tilts her head looking at it, before smirking. "Corey Bull, it's big monstrous men like you that I love to face off against, those who are different. Those who I can twist and mold and use for my own gain. Follow me Corey.. I shall show you a world where monsters are Kings.. and those who would oppose you.. would be seen for what they are, fools and jesters. Come to the darkside Corey.. play within the secret gardens and hedge mazes of Underland. I promise you that there, you will find your crown, but it will not be in that ring. Not yet. Sweet monster.. do you worst and find a victim, fight.. for the Queen of all Dark things.."She threw Corey Bull's photo into the fire and laughed manically as she brought up a new image, that of Mack McKane. She put the photo down on her lap before grabbing her knife, scratching out his eyes, blood seeping through from her leg. "Mack McKane, I hear you are into everything dark and macabre. How's was that for you? Huh? I can already tell that if we should meet up in this match, it will be a fun time. Blood, pain.. torment, torture, all those things, are like heaven to me. So come on McKane.. let's go on a trip through the Mad World, together and tumble through the gates of Hell together."She brought his photo up, showing the blood seeping through the rest of the way, dripping down his photo. It fell onto her leg, dripping onto the other photos. She chunked it into the fire, before pulling up one of her former friend Jenn. "Jennifer Makarios-Lopez, I'm sure the moment the card went up, flashes of our last rumble encounter filled your mind with dread. I promise you this, as I did last time. Our time in that ring.. our chance to have been a team, died. We might still be fine with each other in the grander scheme of things, but when it comes to giving you way, because we were friends. I didn't last time and I wont this time. I'm sorry if that kills your dream, but I will not stand down and allow a friend to win, just to keep my friendships. That girl.. is gone." She tossed her image into the fire and nodded. She picked up a photo of David Shane, his eyes were crossed out and it was clear that Alexandra had an issue with him. Something that far surpassed the World Championship shot. Not that the title wasn't on her mind, but just like this was personal. "David Shane, you sir, have a lot of explaining to do. You had the most amazing team on your side, Anti-Thesis had your back and when it counted the most.. YOU let us down. So for that, you will learn just what it's like when you cross MY family. You couldn't get the job done. The one simple job you had was to get people from Team Star out of there and you couldn't even do that. So you want to know what happens to people who cross me? They suffer. You are no longer a team member, at the rumble, it's every man and woman for themselves. It's you versus everyone else. But the only person you really need to concern yourself with, is me."
She ripped his photo down the middle and tossed both the pieces into the fire, before picking up Miles Kasey's photo. "Miles Kasey, now I've seen your abilities in the ring. Not one on one anyways. You too were in the rumble I won. I can promise you, this one will be NO different than the last. You'll be thrown out by either myself or someone else. This title shot is so close I can taste it. What lengths are you willing to go to for the win? You should probably ask yourself if it's important enough to risk it all. From where I'm standing, it's more than worth it." Tossing Miles photo in the fire, she turned to pick up the one of Crash Rodriguez. "Crash Rodriguez, its good to see you old friend. I'm glad that you would come out to honor Nic Powell's memory. It will be nice to finally have a chance in the ring against you. We've been team mates, we've been friends. You know how I operate. But know that woman you knew in OCW, she's gone. The woman that held back when her friends stood in the ring against her. Hell ask the VERY man I married. I bloodied him up, I pinned him and left him bleeding in that ring. I wasn't afraid to do what needed to be done to win. Ask him what became of your old friend. The one you trusted. She's a monster now and she's not afraid to take you out. By the way.. perhaps you should check in on your little sister. I hear she's doing well for herself, or maybe not.. who knows. Tell me, did you ever find out who Bash's mom was. Because I know. Her name is Summer Raine. She's wonderful. I've always known. I just wanted to get you SO twisted up in finding her that could get my hands on a title."She looked at it for a moment, before tossing it in the fire. She picked up three different photos, below their photos were their names. She didn't know any of them, and to be honest, she wasn't sure any of them had been around in the time she had been there. Clearly, these men were from outside companies, or retired talent. It didn't matter to her in the slightest. "Malachi, Marcus Redd, Marcus Cage, the Three M's. I am afraid I don't know who any of you are. I don't know if you feel that because you knew Nic well, that any of you have a chance of winning. You don't. I won the last rumble we saw here in PWS: Apex and I'll win this one as well. This time will be no different. I'll bust my ass and make sure that it's none of you. Then you can go home to whatever your lover's name is and have your wounded ego's tended to."
Tossing their images into the fire, she laughed softly. Bringing the image of the current reigning Pure Champion. What did he need being in this match for? He was already a champion. "Devon.. Devon, Devon. Don't you already have a title? Why do you need another? You are definitely a greedy little sourpuss aren't you? No one's really seen anything out of you in a while. The last time I saw anything was that little.. tete a tete with Nadia Lawson. Looks like even she ran when she realized, you really aren't a challenge. Then again, losers hang out with other losers, don't they? You have held that title for too long, and I know there's someone gunning for that title already. And no.. it's not me. But you do have to worry about me during the rumble. I might just help that person out, but injuring you early. Weak prey makes for an easy target." She shoves his photo into the fire and pulls out a tarot card this time. Spinning it around in her fingers for a few moments. "Dionysus, my brother at arms, my protector, my fellow Anti-Thesis member. We all discussed how this would go. While I respect that this is every man for himself, you know the plan, the mission as it were. Our King told us how it was to be, we spoke as a family, let us cleanse the ring of the .. filth of this industry together, then eliminate yourself. For this is the Will of our King and his word is law within our house. Let us show them the way of darkness. For the HOUSE always wins." She tosses the death card into the fire, smirking as it sparks, the flames growing higher. "Richard Rider on the go home show, you asked me a question. This is your chance to prove your worthiness to me. Surrender yourself to the powers that be. Show me that you are worthy of what you asked and I will give you the answer your seek to know. Show me you have what it takes to blast through those who would oppose me.. show me you are willing to do what it takes to assure my ascent, and learn your answer."
She hugs his picture and kisses it, before throwing it into the fire with those who had come before him. She pulls out Moondust, Max Johnson, Chris Blade, Cabrera, Ryans, O'Brien, and Squid's photos. She doesn't waste time before throwing them all into the fire at the same time, laughing as she does it. Before smirking and continuing. "Moondust, Max Johnson, Chris Blade, Juan Manuel Cabrera Jr., Travis Ryan, Patty, Stacy O'Brien, and The Squid Man, developmental talent am I right? What gives ANY of you the right to be in tis match? I've beaten some of you already. What gives ANY of you the right's to be in this rumble? Why? Because Nic was your boss? No. That doesn't mean shit. None of you could compare to any of the caliber of talent in the ring."With one photo left in her lap, she looks down at it, drawing her blade once more, she scratches the face out, blood seeping through her jeans and the photo, reopening the wounds from earlier. "Chronic Chris Page, mister radio personality, Mister Voice of the Industry. You are the only one I truly see as being any bit of a challenge. But you will fall by the wayside. We are all here to honor Nic in this rumble. But I'm not only doing this for him. I'm also doing this for my friend who passed recently as well. I have more reasons than ANY of you to take the win. You may not be concerned with the title, but there are people like me, who have been here busting our asses to get that title and I wont let YOU be the one to stop me."She tosses his photo into the fire, watching in silence as they burn quickly. "See you all very soon."With that, she douses the fire, leaving the embers burning as the last image of Chris Page's eye, is all that's left. It crumples and floats away in the wind.
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The Funeral Restland Funeral Home Richardson, Texas 3/3/23Saying Goodbye
Walking up, Alexandra saw the casket, laying open. She could see him, the face of her friend, one of the oldest ones she had in this industry. The tears stung at her eyes. It was harder than she thought it would be. She knew it was going to be hard, but she didn't expect it to be THIS hard. She looked down, picking up one of the black bands, with his name in bright red colors. "SILVER"She slid it one, matching it up with the one of Nic. Silvers above Nic's she swallowed hard seeing her friend, Brent walking up to her. "Thank you for keeping me informed and everything you've done to help us all."He pulled her into a huge hug, holding her tightly against his chest. He knew this would be hard for her. She wouldn't be able to stay, having to catch her flight to the UK before the funeral would really get started. She let the tears flow now. "Of course. I've managed to get you this time alone to say your goodbyes. Please take all the time you need. I'll guard the tent to allow you privacy."She nodded and pulled away. She turned towards the casket and walked towards it, stepping up onto the platform it was on. She brought her hand up, placing it down on his. She pulled the black and red rose from her bag, slipping it into his hands, resting the flowering rose over his heart. Her hand resting her hand on his once more. "Heya Jace, fuck, where do I even begin? Why you? Out of all of us, I figured your ass would have been the one to out live all of us. But I guess the powers that be, take the strongest of warriors, in a time of need. You still had so many years left. So many years. I had planned on asking if you wanted to join us.. if you wanted to come to the UK, for the tour, to have a chance to see the world through different glasses."She took a moment trying to steel her nerves. She knew she had very little time left before she would have to go. Leaning down, she pressed a kiss to his forehead. "There's so much I could say.. but you already know it. Know this.. the Rumble I'm in I'm doing this for you. In YOUR memory. And I will dedicate my World Championship match to you. Because you NEVER gave up believing in me. You always had my back. I know you'll be there with me when I am fighting in your memory. Thank you for spending your life as my friend MY IMMORTAL. Memento Mori.." She leaned down, pressing her forehead to his. FADE TO BLACK
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Post by Mack "The Knife" McKane on Mar 6, 2023 21:20:44 GMT -5
“Now…we must all fear evil men. BUT…there is one evil we must fear most… and that is…the INDIFFERENCE of GOOD men.” (The fluorescent light tubes passing in rapid succession right after fighting in something literally called the Blood Box should tend to make one feel…uneasy, innit?) *Shuffle Shuffle* (Damn. They’ve strapped me down. Fascists…don’t they know who I am!? No you stupid blighter, they don’t have a clue. You ain’t been relevant in a year or two. Ya shoulda stayed the Hell gone and left Slaps and Jesse alone.) “Start him on liquids, give him a tetanus shot, and we need to mobilize him for surgery asap for that arm.”(Ahh…that makes a little more sense. I am no stranger to pain. I kinda dig it in a way, yeah? But this time, I’m afraid I’m gonna have to use the safe word.) Mack McKane: PUMPERNICKEL! (Everyone stops and looks at him in awkward silence before his eyes roll back in his head and he passes out from the lovely syringe the nice lady has been slowly injecting into his IV.) Doctor: …so we’ll have his brain looked at as well. (They kick the brakes on Mack’s gurney and push him into surgery as he fades into the anesthetic being administered.) -RECOVERY ROOM…3 HOURS LATER- *BEEP BEEP BEEP!* “I swear Mr. McKane, if I walk back in there and find you trying to pull out your IV again, I’m putting you on lockdown!”Mack McKane: Ain’t been a lockdown could keep my wicked soul abound. Nurse: We’ll see about that. (Mack finally relents as she shoots him full of pain medicine as he zones out looking at the TV. Everyone had been in and out to check on him in as small a group as they allowed back to see him at a time. Suddenly there’s a knock on the door.) Mack McKane: For the last time, Mr. Gutierrez is the last door down the OTHER hallwa- “...Hullo.”(Mack instantly sits up in his bed, fighting off the effect of the pain meds…as Slaps McKill comes rolling into the room in a wheelchair.) Slaps McKills: Nahhh…you ain’t got nothin’ to worry ‘bout from me. Just…wanted to see how you were and…I’m sorry, Mack. I’m sorry for all of it…and I could make an excuse that it’s because my entire world got taken from me but that’s not what I swore to do when I swore to protect Jack and anyone Jack calls family. I mucked that up…and I have to live with it. Mack McKane: …we all live with things we regret, Slap. No need to apologize to me…I got a grand scrap out of it! But you DO need… Slaps McKills: Yeah…I know…just gotta figure out the proper way to do it. Mack McKane: You’re a smart lad…now that you’re not being controlled by that muppet anymore. You’ll figure it out. I’m afraid, Slaps, I cannot continue this conversation any longer. Slaps McKills; I understand…had your fill of me? Mack McKane; NOPE! DRUGS! (Slaps chuckles at this as Mack’s head falls backwards and he immediately starts snoring. Slaps wheels his way over to the gurney and pulls the sheet up on Mack tucking him in. He puts his hand on Mack’s hand and with tears in his eyes swears…) Slaps McKills: …I’m gonna fix it…I’m gonna fix it all…somehow. (With that, Slaps turns and wheels out of the room looking both ways in case one of Mack’s friends were to show up. We focus back on the unconscious McKane.) -LIBERATION DAY- (We see Jack Russow wheeling Mack McKane…who insisted on wearing one of his masks to maintain masculinity…towards the open back door of an Escalade as Mack gingerly starts to get up, Jack rushes forward to grab his arm.) Jack Russow: Eeeeeasy does it, Cap’n. Mack McKane: I got this, bruv. If not now, then when? (Mack powers himself up into the car and is promptly delivered back to his mamacita. Jack’s phone begins to ring.) Jack Russow: Yellow. Hmm? Oh yeah, he got out today, he’s right here you wanna say something to him? (Mack glares daggers through Jack…he didn’t own a phone for a REASON. Nevertheless, Jack pushes the phone towards him and he holds it up to his ear.) Mack McKane: …yeh? Voice: Thank God, kid. You okay? Mack McKane: Livin’ the bloody dream, innit? Voice: Always the smart-ass…I just needed to know you’re okay, kid. Mack McKane: …yes sir. I’m right as rain now that I’m outta that cesspool. Voice: That’s such a relief…I’ll be over later, mmkay? Mack McKane: Sounds good, “Dad”. Oh hey…we’re still on for what we talked about so… Voice: Oh HELL yeah! You know I’ll be there, kid! Mack McKane: I’ll talk to you tomorrow, bruv. Voice: Talk to you tomorrow. -TOMORROW- (Mack McKane sits on the edge of the bed…Mattie’s phone pressed to his ear. The words riddle him with holes in his spirit as Levi Russow continued on.) Levi Russow: I know as heartbroken as I am about this…that you must be feeling something unreal…unbearable…you know you were always his favorite, right? Mack McKane: *sniffle* Yeh… Levi Russow: I’m so sorry, Mack…do you need anything? Mack McKane: Not unless you can bring him back. Levi Russow: …now that’s a wish we both wish I had. Try to get some rest, son…we can’t fold now. Mack McKane: Right…night Boss. (Mack clicks the hang up button…as he gently hands the phone back to Mattie as it’s hers…before he stands up and walks up to their standing full sized mirror as Mack looks at every scar, every tear, every burn, every battle scar he has worn so proudly…but if only people knew who’s idea half of these scars were from. It’s not fair. And before Mack can speak he starts breathing heavily before hammer fisting the mirror shattering it before he starts headbutting it until he sees red. Mattie jumps up in alarm and wraps him in her arms as she takes him to the ground with her as for once in his life, Mack McKane is completely breaking down in tears. REAL tears.) Mattie Cormier: Mi Amor! What’s wrong!? Mack McKane: Nic…Nic is…gone. Mattie Cormier: Oh Mon Cher…I am so, SO very sorry. I know what he meant to you. Mack McKane: I…I need to let ‘em know. Mattie Cormier: Let who know what? Mack McKane: Everyone…and that I love them. Mattie… (He brushes her cheek and shakily whispers.) Mack McKane: My love…please…do not go far from me. (She kisses him passionately and cradles him in her arms letting him cry his eyes out until he’s finally so exhausted both of them turn in for the night.) -ARRIVAL: BEGIN AGAIN- (Mack stands nervously outside the O2 Arena as a car pulls up and an unusual looking Freek clamors down the steps to open the rear passenger door for Mack’s guest as Mattie Cormier steps out in a rather stylish yet casual getup of sneakers, grey sweats, an oversized jacket with the hood up to cover her sunglasses wearing makeup-less face as she kinda scritches the Freek on the mutton chops and he runs off to happily take his spot wherever.) Mack McKane: There is my Princess…just as beautiful and radiant as the sun. Mattie Cormier: You’re too sweet, my love but can we hurry up and get inside before people see me like this!? (Mack takes her hand and leads her inside but Mattie notices…they’ve walked past the locker room. Out to the field…) Mattie Cormier: Mack are we ALLOWED to be out here? Mack McKane: Why Mattie Cormier…are you losing your spine?? (Mattie glares at him and starts walking faster.) Mattie Cormier: Fine! We’ll just go faster then! Mack McKane: Love you don’t even know where you’re going…this was MY surprise, right? (Mattie suddenly screeches to a halt.) Mattie Cormier: What do you mean…surprise? Mack McKane: I know you always wanted to know…what it feels like when you’re in the middle of the ring and the lights are all on you. I got us a half hour of play time in the ring…you down? Mattie Cormier: Oh Papi! You know I love lights! (Mack takes her hand and they run up to the gorilla position and Mack says…) Mack McKane: Hang on…this is another part of your surprise! Mattie Cormier: What are you- What is this!? Mack McKane: Your…very own…entrance! I’ll be down in the ring, I wanna see you tough and workin’ it, innit! Mattie Cormier: You are utterly ridiculous sometimes, Mack McKane. Mack McKane: Just…humor me. (Mack kisses her forehead and disappears through the curtain bolting down to the unusually black tarp covered ring mat. Suddenly, Mattie’s favorite song “Lover” by Taylor Swift starts playing as Mattie comes out of the curtain laughing and holding her chest to keep her heart from beating out of it. She decides to have a little fun with it and act a little, as she would call it, “Grr” as Mack laughs heartily and just…beams at her as he walks over and sits down on the rope so she can get in easier as she runs around jumping up on the four turnbuckles before jumping off and landing right in front of a grinning Mack McKane as he snaps his fingers and all of a sudden the lights kick out in the arena as Mack leads her to the center of the ring. Suddenly sliding out from under the ring and up into it come about ten completely shrouded in black figures but interestingly…they’re all wearing neon lights to outline their bodies as they start to flow in a river of rhythm as Mattie backs into Mack’s arms and he holds her so tight as a dance routine to “Such Great Heights” by Iron & Wine finishes as he feels Mattie crying, moved by the beauty of it all. Mack whispers into her ear.) Mack McKane: Does our accompanist sound…familiar? Mattie Cormier: …oddly, yes. What have you done now, mi Amor? Mack McKane: Nothing I could have done without the help of…our musical act. (Mack points at the side of the commentators desk where we see Jack Russow playing his guitar and his very radiant, VERY pregnant wife sits with a microphone. Mattie bursts out into happy shrieking tears as she goes to streak out of the ring towards Alanah…but her hand is caught. Mattie looks back at Mack, BEAMING.) Mack McKane: Maestro…if you please… (Jack starts playing the opening riff of “If You Love Her’ by Forrest Blakk as Mack takes a bow.) Mack McKane: …may I have this dance? Mattie Cormier: Of COURSE you can! (She spins around into Mack’s arms as the lights fade in the entire arena until the spotlight it just illuminating the two of them spinning around the ring beautifully, eloquently, like they were both dressed to the Nines at one of the Balls they hate going to…but instead he’s there…holes in his clothing. She’s there…sans makeup or any attempt at “style” right now. It was both of them…boiled down to brass tacks. This was the gut check, “Do you wanna wake up to THIS every day” moment…and they were flowing like nothing else mattered. As the song reaches the quietest bridge, Mack twirls Mattie a couple times as she closes her eyes and when she opens them…Mack is on one knee. She immediately claps her hands to her mouth and drops to her knees to meet him.) Mack McKane: Mattie Cormier…you know I was never big on the words and stuff, right? But I gotta say that if I…HAD the ability…to write you the sweetest sonnets and poems of all kinds, I would serenade you every day. But I weren’t born with none o’ that. I was born to a murderer and a drunk…that never really seemed to matter to you. You and Nic…ya both found me just in time. And I wished to HELL he was here to see this but…Mattie Cormier…will you marry me? Mattie Cormier: SI! SI! OF COURSE MY LOVE! (Mack pats at his pockets before looking at her with fear in his eyes…) Mattie Cormier: My love, what’s wrong? Mack McKane: I don’t have the ring! Mattie Cormier: Oh that’s okay, love! We’ll go shopping and find a cheap one. Mack McKane: What? No I mean I HAVE a ring I just don’t HAVE the ring! (All of a sudden the Tron kicks to life with a video that’s just a bunch of pictures of Dodger…their bulldog. As Dodger makes HIS entrance to “Bad To The Bone” by George Thorogood coming trotting out dressed in a little coat and mask combo to make him look like Mack as Mattie squeals with delight calling him to her and once he sees her he chugs himself up the stairs as fast as his fat little legs can take him and once he plops into her arms, Mack unties the ring from the back of the puppy cloak as he takes Mattie’s hand and slides it into place as they both stand back up gently twirling around with their foreheads pressed together as Jack plays on. -The Once And Future King of PWS: Apex- “Now I’m scared…of what a stranger might say to me. …And I can’t keep my demons at bay. I’m paranoid and showing every indication… Talking more to myself each day. I’m paranoid…and given every reason…for why you had to leave.’ …But why’d you leave without me?(The scene begins with Mack McKane sitting on the apron of the ring looking down into the first mask he wore in his debut…a debut that should have never turned into anything but one man…one saw something in this broken-down, walking hazard. Mack remembers some of the memories he holds dear before he starts quietly snarling. A little louder than a whisper…waaay more anger than a snarl.) Mack McKane: I weren’t going to return for anything called a “Rebel Rumble”...and then, I lost me best mate, innit? No not Jack, Jack’s more like a little brother. Nah this man…he’s been around longer. In fact if you were to debate who the four corners of PWS are…there’d be argument about the fourth but the three sturdiest were Star Stormz, Levi Russow…and Nic Powell. Only difference is, Nic worked behind the scenes. Making the towns, the schedules, doing payroll, mentoring rookies, you name it and that sonuvabitch did it. And I can say with one hundred percent certainty that everyone you’ve heard from so far? …they didn’t know a FOOKIN’ thing about him…buncha clout chasin’ FOOKS. Mack McKane: But then they went…they went and named this lil’ Rumble shit in his name…to his memory…which is all fine and good but let me take this opportunity to enlighten you all ‘bout somethin’. …you’re fookin’ higher than “Chronic” Chris Page if you think I’m lettin’ anyone win this shite but ME.
(Mack slings the mask out of his hands as he straightens up on the apron absolutely glaring into the camera.) Mack McKane: I mean did you thick FUCKS think for one second…that the reason I’m still alive tragically has his life cut short by some bullshit out of his control…and YOU name a match after him, that I WASN’T gonna show up and completely Merc the FOOK outta any o’ you lot in my way? Bruv, you been struck one? I’ve sat back, recovering, watching each and every little gobshite open their mouths about this man like they know fuck shit about anything. Lemme take you back a ways. There’s a reason…I was allowed to film my promos in that old decrepit warehouse by the bay. There’s a reason I was allowed to sleep there. And it’s because Nic Powell kept the cops off my back. Who do you think co-signed for my first rat’s nest because at LEAST he knew I was out of the snowstorms? Who do you think helped me and Jack convince old man Russow to take a chance on trainin’ me? Who do you think helped mold the Mack McKane aura!? It was NIC FUCKIN’ POWELL!!! (Mack slaps the apron hard as he stands up and cracks his neck pointing at the camera.) Mack McKane: So no…none o’ you stunted mouth breathers are takin’ this Rumble win. Nic wanted to see me back in this ring someday…and now I’ll never get the chance to make him proud ever again. He should BE here. I would take ONE WEEK with him over one stupid Rumble victory but I CAN’T…that’s not how it HAPPENS…so I have to take EVERYTHING I’m feeling…and I have to don them as my armor…and I have to run right th’fuck through ALL o’ youse, innit!!! (Mack looks at the cast still on his arm as he walks over and reaches under the ring…he pulls out a hacksaw and starts to work on it as he strains and continues talking.) Mack McKane: Nic and I…would spend HOURS…just bouncing ideas off each other. When I lost my temper, he was the one to show me how to CHANNEL it. We don’t make excuses…we are the excuses. We are the excuses you’ll pull out of your asses when you have to tell your family that YOU…just couldn’t get the job done. But it’s not your fault! It was “that asshole Mack McKane!” SHOWER me with your disdain…I WELCOME it. Because at the end of the day, each and every one of you make me want to absolutely PUKE. People that talked shit about him constantly…ran his name through the mud…now calling for him to Rest In Peace and they’re “So devastated” to hear about it. C’mere? I want’cha to listen to me on this one? Little closer? Little closer? FUCK. YOU.
Mack McKane: Fuckin’ right, I said it and you can TELL ‘em I said it! Go on and keep kissing his ass because THAT part you’re right about…he deserves THAT. But don’t you DARE…for a SECOND...act like you were friends. You were not friends. Because either you talked shit about him behind his back, you ignored us, or he just plain didn’t LIKE you. He was a cranky-ass old man that SHOULD be here checking LEVI’S cranky old-ass. But he’s not…life ripped him out of my hands. And it told me to deal with it. So this is me…DEALING with it. When I get to that ring, there will be no shaking hands, there will be no cute little tributes, there is going to be blood, sweat, and pain…because THAT’S the shit WE were into. So if you don’t wanna BLEED? Don't get in my FOOKIN' way, innit? Because WE made this show...who did you think Nic was talking about when he quoted Doctor Who? This was designed for me...
...because Demons Run When A Good Man Goes To War.
(Mack double fingers the camera with a sneer on his face…if anybody had a problem with what he said, they were more than welcome to come find him in this Rumble. But they won’t…because they can’t…because they were busy making excuses instead of honoring our brother. FADE.)
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Post by Dionysus on Mar 6, 2023 23:12:29 GMT -5
*The camera suddenly cuts out to pure blackness. A mechanical whirring can be heard, as suddenly the scene is illuminated by sparks flying, as a rusted meat cleaver is pressed to a grindstone by none other than “The Mad God” Dionysus. He looks into the camera, softly singing to the tune of “Drunken Sailor” as he grinds. His singing can of course be heard over the machine, but only just barely.*
Dionysus: Slice his throat with a rusty cleaver…
*He takes a moment to simply grind the cleaver on one side, honing it to bring it to an overall sharper edge.*
Dionysus: Slice his throat with a rusty cleaver…
*He looks down at the tool once again, pressing the other side of the cleaver into it, as it grinds away the material, the sparks illuminating only the eyes of the titan.*
Dionysus: Slice his throat with a rusty cleaver…
*He grins wide, taking one final pass, the sparks flying as he does, his full smile illuminated by the only source of light.*
Dionysus: Early in the morning.
*He stops, turning the machine off, leaving the room once again in pitch blackness. He turns on a single lightbulb above him, which illuminates, dimly, what looks like a single room in an insane asylum. The walls are padded, though a lot of the padding has been torn off. The floor is littered with dismembered mannequins and dummies, and there’s even a trail of blood on the floor, starting at some hand prints and leading to an open panel in the ground, where it abruptly stops. Similarly, The Mad God’s hands are coated in what looks to be fresh blood as well. Dionysus looks at the cleaver he’d been sharpening and starts to laugh.*
Dionysus: 30 enter… 1 leaves. I don’t care about your titles, your TRINKETS that you’ve assigned value to. My only goal is to cause as much pain and suffering for as many people as possible… and to clear the way for the next PWS world champion, our Dark Queen, Alexandra.
*He looks dead into the camera with a sneer.*
Dionysus: As for the other 28... All of you are the antelope, wandering haphazardly into the lion’s den. Do not try and stop the inevitable slaughter. You’ll only hurt yourselves more. If you must learn this lesson the hard way...
*He looks down at the trail of blood on the floor, then down at his hands, his mouth contorting into a wicked smile before he turns back to the camera.*
Dionysus: I will not stop you.
*He laughs again, but soon he stops, his face now a horrible grimace.*
Dionysus: London…
*He freezes suddenly, tensing up, before running towards the camera, grabbing it violently.*
Dionysus: RUN!
*He throws the camera to the ground. The camera feed suddenly, abruptly cuts before it can even hit the ground, cutting to static, including a loud static sound, before that eventualy fades to black, with the sound fading to a resounding nothingness.*
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Post by Star Stormz on Mar 6, 2023 23:27:14 GMT -5
SENT TO ME BY THE HANDLER OF MARCUS REDD
(The scene opens up with Marcus Redd in the studio recording a new song. He notices the PWS camera entering.)
Redd: Take 30. I got some business to handle.
(The singer he was working with nods and walks out the room
Redd: I know why you’re here and damn. I don’t want y’all here under these circumstances. But yeah. Sometimes, you take things in life for granted. You always say that there’s tomorrow. There’s always tomorrow. But, the slap in the face tells me that tomorrow isn’t guaranteed. I remember speaking with Josiah one night. He kept asking when my kids are gonna show up. I keep telling him soon. We signed off after catching up, telling him that I’ll see him later. And then, I get a text. A text from Eddie Lopez. He was gone. Just like that. This business lost a great man.
(Marcus pauses to hold his emotions in. He reached into his jacket. He takes out an envelope and stares at it.)
Redd: They say that in his business that you can either make friends or make money. And I have been blessed with both throughout my career. I’ve experienced highs and lows and Cena has been there for the entire ride. We broke bread with each other. That friend that will check you when you’re being a dumbass. Will listen when you need an ear. Will offer you a couch when you mess up with the old lady. He was always the first one to buy a new album I put out.
Cameraman: What’s that envelope? It’s really beat up.
Redd: My best memory of me with Josiah. We didn’t really get along with the GM at the time, Jack Dunn. Somehow we acquired his company executive platinum black credit card.
Cameraman: Didn’t you two steal it?
Redd: We didn’t steal it. He left it around and we just borrowed it. We gave it back. But that’s besides the point. This envelope is the statement from that month. Man, we bought so much stuff. We hit the club, vip lounges. You won’t believe how many college books we helped with from the dancers for those days. We were true philanthropists. We kept that bill as a reminder to always stay young and have fun.
(Marcus puts the envelope away.)
Redd: Josiah always reminded me to make sure that I need to remain a good person. That’s why I’ve been hitting the gym. I have to get ready for this match. I have to do right by him. I will do this for my kids’ Uncle Jojo. Alright. I’m gonna get back to work. I got to get this done if I’m gonna get back to the gym. I got to get back in ring shape. Gotta set an example for my kids.
(Marcus dismissed the cameraman and turned back to his studio board and started to playback the song that was being played. The song was obviously a tribute to his fallen friend. It was set to the song of Sweet Home Alabama.)
Redd (singing): Sleep well, Alabama… May your pain go away! Sleep well, Alabama May your strength stay with me!
(Fades…)
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Post by Alexis Makarios on Mar 6, 2023 23:38:21 GMT -5
Demons run When a good man goes to war Night will fall and drown the sun When a good man goes to war
Friendship dies And true love lies Night will fall and dark will rise When a good man goes to war
(The scene fades up to show Alexis Makarios standing solemnly in a room. No frills, nothing special. Just a plain room, and she stood there. The words echoed through the room as she took a deep breath) Alexis Makarios: Many good men have fought wars. Some have won their fight, others have lost theirs. And this week, we are honoring the best of those who have lost their fight. (She took another deep breath before the voiceover continued) Alexis Makarios: The man we honor was the best of us. Our biggest supporter. He always cheered us all on backstage. Some of the best stuff you all saw out there? That was him. That was ALL him. And yet did he ever once try to hog the glory? Request the credit? Or even want to take any of that for himself at all? Never. Not once. Like I said… he was the best of us. (She sniffled a little, trying to keep herself from tearing up.) Alexis Makarios: When I was getting out of the mental hospital and considered just leaving the company as a whole… who reminded me of my love for this forsaken business? (She chuckled ever so slightly.) Alexis Makarios: Nic FUCKING Powell. (She tucked a stray hair behind her ear.) Alexis Makarios: When the time came to change my theme song because the current one had way too much trauma attached… who sat with me for hours listening to songs and suggesting new ones? (She smirked a little bit) Alexis Makarios: You guessed it. Nic FUCKING Powell. To think that I will never get to have another conversation with him? Well that’s just not ok in my book. But there’s nothing we can do about it. So we take Demon’s Run, ironic timing if you ask me, and we are honoring him. Which is fitting… because he loved the name of this event. I remember it like it was yesterday. He was so pleased with the idea, gathering inspiration from possibly the best Doctor Who speech ever, and turning it into this event that leads the way to Destiny. (She tilts her head ever so slightly) Alexis Makarios: Demon’s run… when a good man goes to war. And a good man DID go to war. And now we dedicate this event to him. Because all he wanted was for PWS to succeed, to flourish, and to grow. And that’s what we need to do in his absence. No matter how tough it is. (She paused once more) Alexis Makarios: Demons run - But count the cost - The battle’s won - But the child is lost (She takes in one deep breath before speaking the final lines.) Alexis Makarios: The fight goes on but what’s it for - When a good man goes to war (With that, the scene fades to black)
(The scene fades up with Alexis Makarios in the office of Diana Everhart, days before Demon’s Run. Alexis looked how she usually did… not excited to be there in the slightest.) Diana Everhart: Thank you for taking the time to meet with me. Alexis Makarios: Whatever. I know what this is about. They want you to make sure that I’m safe to wrestle after such a big loss, am i right? Diana Everhart: Only partly. We have been having bi-weekly sessions for a few months now, so this was going to happen anyways. Tell me how you’ve been feeling. Alexis Makarios: How have I been feeling? HOW HAVE I BEEN FUCKING FEELING? How have any of us been feeling? This year has been absolute crap… I still have the Corey Bull issue looming over my head because I know him and he isn’t exactly going to be able to just give it up. Hell, I’m actually waiting for his next retaliation. I made a horrible first impression on Eddie’s “long lost” son and he thinks I am a psychopath who shouldn’t be around his babies. One of my best friends went off the deep end and almost broke this company. I’ve lost a dear friend who always believed in me and helped me. And god damnit… Heather fucking Haze is back in town. Diana Everhart: I had the… displeasure of speaking with her Alexis Makarios: I’m sorry. She’s horrible. Diana Everhart: I’ve met worse. But she is up there. How does it make you feel? Knowing that Heather is back in town for this Rumble? Alexis Makarios: Well, first off, it pisses me off. It makes me want to kick puppies. And I would NEVER do that.That woman put me through hell for MONTHS. She claimed to be my friend… until she let her jealousy take control and she went off the deep end. She practically ruined me. Or at least she TRIED to. Life was pretty much peaceful in that aspect. Diana Everhart: That’s a normal way to feel. I admit i would be a little worried if you didn’t feel that way Alexis Makarios: Oh trust me, there is no love lost between myself and Heather. In fact, I hope she can last long enough to be in at the same time as me because I would consider it a true honor to throw her whore ass over that top rope. Diana Everhart: And what about Corey? Alexis Makarios: What about him? He has been preying on my vulnerabilities like a lion picking off the weakest antelope in the herd. So if I happen to be in the rumble at the same time as him… it’s my turn to take HIM out. I’m tired of running, I’m tired of cowering! Alexis Makarios fears no man! (Diana writes a few notes down in her notepad.) Diana Everhart: Well, Miss Makarios, as usual it’s been a pleasure to pick your brain. You are quite a unique case. Alexis Makarios: Uh… thanks? Diana Everhart: So, we are going to keep up with our anger exercises right? Alexis Makarios: I guess? Diana Everhart: Then I’ll see you in two weeks. (Alexis shrugged and walked out of the room.
(The cameras cut to a dark room where Alexis was sitting in the middle of the room. On the walls around here were different shots of others in the rumble. Pictures of Alexandra Calaw… Sanders, excuse me… mid elbow drop on some no name talent. Pictures of Marcus Cage from the old PWS standing tall holding up his hands in victory. Mack McKane bloody and Heather Haze looking like a skank- but note she had a sharpie mustache drawn on her face. These were just a few examples but I’m sure you got the picture. Alexis was sitting on the floor, legs crossed, with her hands folded in front of her. Her eyes were closed as she let out a deep breath) Alexis Makarios: This meditation thing is complete HORSE SHIT! All it does it make me keep thinking about everything. But this Rumble… well it’s special. As I stated when I declared the rumble… I’ve done a lot in PWS. I’m a Hall of Famer, I’ve held numerous titles, I’ve entered tournaments. You name it and I’ve done it basically. First Triple Crown Champion in PWS:APEX. First PWS:APEX World Champion. But one thing I never had the chance to do was the Rebel Rumble. And of course there’s the extra pressure added to this one. This one… it’s special. I know everyone is gunning for the win… for Nic. And yes, I am as well. But not JUST for Nic. For myself too. I know that sounds kind of selfish given the situation. But it’s true. So I’m not gonna sit here and do the whole “i’m gonna with this one for you” speech that so many others are. My motives for wanting the win are my own. (The camera zooms out a little bit.) Alexis Makarios: And as I sit here thinking about the other 29 people in this match… I wonder what their motives are? I wonder what makes them think they even stand a chance? Come on, idiots like Richard Rider? Dionysus? An are you FUCKING kidding me with the Squid idiot and his potato toting buddy? Why are they even in this? Space fillers at BEST! Free eliminations? Whatever the case may be, they better stay out of my way if they know what’s best for them. But let’s face it… with me coming out in the 30th spot.. Short of them coming out at 29… won’t even get the chance to share the ring with me. And that’s fine. I don’t feel like getting my hands dirty. (She turned her head towards the camera) Alexis Makarios: This business is funny, ya know? Friends come and go. Friends and Family both. But once in that ring, there is no such thing. That bell rings and there are no friends, there is no family. It’s your opponent and that’s it. I’ve faced my family before. I’ve been across the ring from my very own sister, Jenn. Damn, it still feels kind of weird calling her my sister. But that’s a different story for another day. (The camera focused in on a picture from the old days… Alexis Makarios was standing next to Eddie Lopez, Marcus Cage, David Shane…the Uprising…) Alexis Makarios: Then there’s the friends who became family who became strangers. The good ole days of The Uprising. Me, Eddie, David, Marcus - we took out anyone who stood in our way. And here we are years later… the only one who I still talk to regularly is Eddie. But nowhere near what I used to. Things have gotten kinda weird between me and David ever since he sent me to the nuthouse. And then Marcus ran off to another company with his wife to carry her bag or something. Of all of us, I’m the only one still truly standing. And that kind of breaks my heart to think about. I love you guys to the end of the Earth. But I won’t hesitate to throw you out of that ring if it means I have the chance to win. (The lights start to brighten up a little bit) Alexis Makarios: But let’s not forget old friends like Chaz Holiday. Buddy old pal, I’m glad to see you still have it in you to go out there and fight the good fight. I’d consider it a great honor to actually get to wrestle you, but don’t be offended when I eliminate you. I love it when legends return. Like Marcus Redd. Never really got to meet the guy but it could be interesting. If he has the balls to even show up. (She tilts her head a little bit) Alexis Makarios: Then there’s losers like Miss Puppies, Violet Amelia No-One-Gives-A-Fuck, Dylan Howell… Or even Miles and Malachi who have been lord knows here lately. $10 says you blink and you’ll miss em. Hardly even worth mentioning. (She shrugged a bit and moved on) Alexis Makarios: I’d love to say that I’ve even HEARD of Cassie and Crash. Welcome to PWS:APEX. Don’t be offended when no one really gives a crap about you. I mean… make an impact and then we’ll talk. Not trying to be rude or a bitch but … this Rumble isn’t about you in the slightest. But you know who I have heard of? Our favorite little maple leaf… Mr Canada himself… Devon Ryder. (Her expression went dark, she snarled) Alexis Makarios: You put yourself on my radar with the bullshit you pulled in the Fuck The Luck match, dumbass. That’s not a place you want to be. I don’t NEED you throwing matches so I can win. I don’t NEED you GIVING me a win because you have some sick need for attention. What do you get out of it? Entering at #1? But why? So you can get your rocks off by trying to prove something? Do you really think you can do some stupid move like last all the way to the end, or even win, from that spot? Is it for some weird flex? Regardless, you are an idiot and I hate you. Plus, you smell like rotten maple syrup. Just do us all a favor and go away. We’d all be better off. Seriously. (The cameras change position again) Alexis Makarios: Can’t forget about Chris Page. This guy actually has some respect for me. When I stepped into that bar fight in Dan’s place… he gave me a hell of a fight! So this should be interesting, no lie. It’s always a good time when you can share a ring with people you respect. And talent respects talent. Talent recognizes talent. That’s why I’m putting out there that if I don’t win, it’s probably going to be Page, or Alexandra Calaway, or Mack McKane. Mack… is one sick and crazy son of a bitch. And I fucking respect that knife toting psycho. Dude can back up his claims, and there is a reason he reigned as World Champion for so long. And Alexandra… well that girl is bat shit crazy. And I love it. She came in here and has been kicking ass. Respect. (Her lip snarls back up again.) Alexis Makarios: And let’s not fucking forget the thorns in my side… friends and partners turned bitter enemies… Heather fucking Haze, and Corey god damn Bull. I’m so sick of you fucking assholes getting all up in my business. Heather… why don't you just stay gone and go back to what you're good at. You don’t belong here, especially not in this match. Have I mentioned lately that I hate you? And you Corey, I know you and I aren’t done. I know you are plotting some bull shit that is going to piss me off. I know this is coming. Just get rid of the damn doll. It’s creepy and makes you look like a pedo. I’m so sick of looking over my shoulder all the time. I have better things to deal with. I have one goal… (She looks deadpan into the camera) Alexis Makarios: And that’s winning this Rumble. For many reasons. And I’m not gonna sit here and say I’m going to win FOR Nic. Because I know that he is watching this match happen with a smirk on his face. No matter who wins, I know he is going to enjoy the show. And that’s all we can hope for. Now… when I win and go on to Destiny to become a 2 Time World Champion… THAT is gonna be dedicated to him. Because without him… none of this would be possible. So you fuckers- friend, family, or foe- just know that I have eyes on one thing. Good luck… you all are going to need it. (She smirked as the cameras cut to black.)
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Post by The Squid-Man on Mar 6, 2023 23:45:57 GMT -5
*At the Squid residence, Mr. Squidman is at the family computer. He sighs contentedly, putting a cup of coffee down beside the keyboard. He presses a button on the computer but nothing happens. He presses a different button, only to get the same result. He presses a third button and waits. Nothing happens, but as soon as he goes to press a fourth button the computer turns on and startles him! He grabs the mouse, moving over to the Google Chrome icon labeled “I Am a Squid”, as are all the other icons. Squid-Man moves over to the top bar of the internet browser, but then hesitates. He searches “iamasquid.com” and nothing happens. He makes an exaggerated thinking motion with his hand, stroking his mask where his chin would be if he were a human rather than a squid. He gets an idea, typing “jesuisuncalmar.fr”, but still nothing! His assumption that the internet is French was incorrect, and so he moves onto the next best thing, Googling it! He types in “google.com” and gets to the famous search engine, before typing “squid” into the search bar. He comes across Squid Game on Netflix and clicks on it. As he’s about to enjoy the episode, however, he knocks his coffee onto the keyboard, making it short circuit, and for some reason causing every light in the house to go out.*
*Squid gets up, stumbling around blindly and walking into several things, including tripping over a wooden stool and breaking it, as well as going to step into the basement to get a flashlight but tripping and falling down the stairs. He stands up, holding his head as he opens the door to the laundry room, grabbing a flashlight off the first shelf inside the room! He walks towards the house’s generator, which is inside that room, but suddenly a cup of coffee drops down and short circuits his flashlight! Now unable to see, he crosses a few wires, cartoonishly electrocuting himself in the process, like Marv from Home Alone. He takes out his phone, using its flashlight feature to illuminate the board as he seems to cross the correct wires! However, just as he does, and is about to flip the switch, a cup of coffee falls and short circuits his phone! He looks up at where it was, not sure where it even came from, before shaking his fist at the spot where an inanimate object was but no longer is, and going back to the board, flipping the switch and finally restoring the power! He sighs in relief, heading back upstairs to the computer, where he notices it’s got a blue screen of death, saying “This computer’s user is a moron! Sorry about that.”*
*Squid-Man shakes his head, but doesn’t give up, turning the computer off. He waits for a few seconds, turning the keyboard upside down to get the coffee out of it, then presses the power button again. The computer turns back on and seems to be working fine! He boots up Netflix again and starts watching Squid Game. He turns to the camera and gives a thumbs-up.*
Squid-Man: I am a Squid!
*Suddenly, a cup of coffee falls on his head from off-screen.*
Squid-Man: AAAAAAA-
*The camera cuts to a screen with a cartoon, CGI animated squid-man, who winks at the camera.*
Cartoon Squid-Man: I am a Squid!
*The screen says “Squid-Man Productions 2023”. It stays on this image for only a moment, before the screen fully fades to black.*
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Post by David Shane on Mar 6, 2023 23:49:20 GMT -5
“The News” 11:41am Boston, Mass (the home of David Shane)
It rang on his desk, as he sat there on his computer doing an adjustment meeting with another member of the board. Finally the sound of the vibration got his attention, he looked down to see who was calling.
“Hold that thought, I’m gonna have to call you back!”
He hangs up his video call and looks at his phone, “Star Stormz” is calling…he picks up the phone putting it to his ear.
Star: David?!
She spoke with a low trembling voice as if she had been crying…David not picking up on it.
David: I don't have time for anything you have to say, Star. So Quickly, What can I do for you?
Star: David, It’s Nic…he passed this morning, I just got the call from Laura
He sat there silently, tapping his finger on his desk as a tear fell near it.
Star: We’re going to discuss things later but I wanted you to know…The best of us all was taken.
David: Let me know what I can do…We weren’t the closest but he was always there. I gotta get back to work.
He hangs up the call, and sits back in his chair putting his hands on the top of his head and taking a deep breath before getting up and walking out of the room.
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--Present Day--
The camera shows backstage as David Shane is making his way into the arena, he's holding his gym bag on his right shoulder with airpods in his ears. David stops moving forward and takes his airpods out…
David Shane: What can I do for you?
Alfonso Banks stands across from his friend, He’s taken back by the unfamiliar response.
David Shane: you here to get the take of a lifetime…questioning the Chairman of the board and Co-Owner of the company why he would step foot in the ring with Superstars like Alexis Makarios, Corey Bull, Mack McKane, Dick Rider…I don't have the time to stand here and name them all off or to discuss those things because Yes, I am here for this Rumble match to honor the man that was the epitome of PWS and help shape Apex in every fashion. But I still have a company to run and I’m late for a meeting.
David pushes past Alfonso, shoulder checking him on his way.
David Shane (In passing): Go ask Marcus Cage what it's like to return…
- - - The camera comes on to David Shane standing with the original logo for PWS:Apex playing behind him. Footage begins to play showing never before seen footage from backstage…
“When the time came to open the doors of this company there were two people that supported the decision without question. It was Star Stormz and the other is the man we are honoring here tonight with this rumble match that will be a yearly reminder.”
David had stepped off the screen, so that the footage could be seen of Nic working with everyone of their storylines and characters.
“He was the creative genius of this company, every memorable moment was touched by him and here we are now…”
He steps back into the view of the camera as the screen goes black.
“I walked into this arena and there is something missing…there is someone missing behind the scenes and it echoes through the halls that he is no longer here…So what do we do?”
“We push on…”
He gestures with his arms and smiles
“Star made it clear to me that she and her team want to keep moving forward and honoring him, because it's what he would have wanted. While I might not be her favorite person, and she is definitely not mine…”
He held a smile on his face…
“She asked that I join the Rumble, so here I am…”
The smile becomes the trademark grin. As David threw his arms out before pointing his thumbs back at himself. He shakes his head laughing slightly before he continues
“I am here not to win but I am here to ruin someone’s night…I do not plan on winning this thing. I plan on taking someone with me over those ropes and crushing their dreams of winning.”
“Why?”
“Because I can…”
David walks off towards the camera putting his hand over the lens. The camera fell back onto the ground and to its side. David leans down squatting on screen.
“And don't think I've forgotten what happened at Crusade…”
He walks off at the camera and it keeps rolling until finally fading to black.
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Post by Jennifer Makarios -Lopez on Mar 6, 2023 23:50:22 GMT -5
NOTE: This is a continuation of Scene 1 in Gracie’s RP but with Jenn's point of view.
“The Makarios legacy is growing” 2 hours later from the original discussion. (It’s been a couple of hours since Madison revealed she was pregnant to Eddie, and now she’s heading towards her sister’s house. We see Eddie and Madison walk toward Jenn’s door, but we don’t see Gracie. Her child was getting cranky before the flight so she had to tend to her, leaving these 2. Madison knocks on the door once before walking in, she knows she doesn’t have to knock but it’s always been a common curiosity for her to do.) Jenn: Hey guys…. Not normal for the 2 of you to enter like this, what’s going on? (Eddie pushes his shoulder into Madison to move her forward, but Madison doesn’t. It’s almost like she froze, just like earlier when she told Eddie. But she knows she has to tell them sooner or later because they’ll find out. Jenn looks at her sister with the same look Eddie gave earlier.) Eddie Sr: Well, this one has something to say but I guess she’s too scared to say it now. Jenn: Ok? What is it, I have a plane to catch here soon. I have no idea what you’re hiding but in this family, we don’t hide anything. So, If you have something you wanna talk about, I’m open ears. (Jenn waves towards Madison to the front room. The trio moves towards the front room but you can tell Madison is still hesitant. She took a deep breath as she sat down on the couch and started talking.) Madison: Ok, so Eddie and Gracie know this but I’m pregnant. I’m gonna have my first kid soon… I didn’t want people to know just yet but Gracie found out then Eddie found out when I started sneaking food around large enough to feed 2. I guess…I just didn’t know how you and Alexis would feel about it. I mean you have 3 little ones running and/or learning how to crawl, and Lexi is well… lost her mind. Jenn: And because of that you don’t think I’d have time for yours? Or you’d think I’d freak out or something? You coulda told me sooner and my expression would be the same. I’m happy for you! (A smile slowly starts to form on Madison’s face. She never had this kind of support growing up, she always got yelled at as if she did everything wrong but then again her dad was a piece of shit. So the support she has makes her feel more comfortable.) Madison: Well that feels like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders then. But I still have doubts and stuff but I’m sure that’ll be addressed in the future. Eddie Sr: Look there are challenges when raising kids, I’ve been through it. But I’m here for ya if you need help or advice on things. Jenn: Yeah, I can help too. It’s no secret that I’ve always wanted kids and I can’t so I have to live through you, Gracie, EJ, and Brittany for that and the fact that I’m gonna be an aunt, an actual aunt, makes me happy! Now don’t get it twisted, I love my nieces and nephew, but after all the shit we went through, this baby adds more meaning behind it. It’s gonna carry the Makarios legacy, mixed with the Lopez too! Madison: It’s the same point Gracie brought up too and I’m excited about that! I hope it’s a boy, because right now we just have 2 boys, and everyone else are girls. This family are overrun by them! Eddie Sr: As long as the baby is healthy, that’s all that matters. (The more they talk the more Madison relaxes, the fact the people are accepting this baby makes her feel happy.) Jenn: This news put me in a good mood. I was getting worried and overthinking the match I have coming up, but this gives me some fire to succeed more. Thanks, hon Madison: You’re welcome! So, how do we tell Lexi? Jenn: I’d wait. She’s too focused on taking down Corey Bull and I don’t feel like distracting her right now with this. I know she’s gonna get angry at us for not telling her sooner but she’s obsessed with Corey right now. Madison: Alright, I mean she’ll find out sooner or later when I start blowing up like a balloon… Jenn: You’ll be fine. But we do need to talk to mom and dad though….They should know! (That’s what she calls Mr. and Mrs. Makarios, ever since the adoption paperwork got signed a few months ago. She ALWAYS saw them as her mom and dad but the paperwork made it easier. While the trio are there, they start talking about the future and stuff and making sure that Madison is ready for the child. She’s not due for a few more months but Eddie and Jenn did the same thing to Gracie as well. Just making sure things are set up and ready for when baby arrives. The scene cuts there)
“Battle royal for a great man.”
A day later (We see Jenn in London after talking to her sister about her coming up baby. Jenn is getting ready to leave the room but as she opened the door, she saw Eddie on the other side, he was about ready to knock on the door. Eddie smiles on his face before Jenn waves him in.) Eddie Sr: I was checking up on you…. Jenn: Sure you were. Eddie Sr: No, I was. After you left it seemed like you had something else on your mind. You can tell me… Jenn: It’s fine. Eddie Sr: Jenn, tell me what's on your mind. There’s something else bothering you, what is it? (Jenn walks to the bed and sits on the edge of it for a moment.) Eddie Sr: Look, I may be an ex but you can’t get rid of me that easily, we’re still friends, we’re in this thing together. So spill the beans, babe. (A smile grows on Jenn’s face after Eddie said that. He hasn’t called her baby since they were married and it still gets her to smile that way. But what he also said was true as well, they are friends. Best friends even, and they always tell each other everything when they talk, on the phone or they travel 2 hours to each other every other day to check up one each other. They care about each other but the flame of romance is no longer smoking and never will.) Jenn: Ever since I got the phone call that Nic passed away, I just can’t shake it. Look, I know he was one of the faceless people with this company because he was always backstage doing the corporate stuff, but i just can’t shake the fact that he died so young, It almost like it came out of nowhere, and I just talked to him on the phone not long before that, and just… it felt like someone stabbed me in the heart. (Jenn pauses for a minute) Jenn: The last time I felt this way was when your dad passed away, and I still haven’t really recovered from it. I’m trying but it just…feels…empty. Where he sat, where he ate, how we used to talk about stuff. Outside of Mr. Makarios, he treated me like a daughter, and he accepted me liek a daughter. I could go on about that all day, but it’s not about Jorge, it’s about Nic. I just wanted to share how i have the same feelings all over again, and it hurts. (Eddie nods his head in agreement but he keeps listening to what Jenn has to say because he knows that she’s not done yet.) Jenn: I mentioned I was on the phone with him, and I was. It was Star and Nic and I were trying to restructure my contract, and we did a lot of business talk. Star then got off and I stayed on with him to talk about stuff and he listened. Much like Levi, when this place started back up he was one of the people who reached out to me first to see if I wanted to join the rebranded PWS, and I said yes without hesitation. Sure it took a few months to get off the ground but look where we’re at now, and I’m proud of everything he’s done, I’m proud of the roster and I’m proud of myself too. This place wouldn’t have survived the rebrand without him at the helm, and I’ll do my goddamn best to make sure his memory and this company stay alive! Sorry I went on a rant there. Eddie Sr: Don’t be, let the emotions out. I have some too. I’m gonna miss Nic too, it just sucks that we have to go through this and it sucks for his family. But it’s for us to keep his memory alive and it’s for us to keep his dream alive, PWS. Jenn: That’s true. We are guard dogs for this company now. Eddie Sr: Will this affect your match? Jenn: No, it won’t. But I wanna tell you something before getting into the meat and potatoes of this. I got the invite to the Rebel Rumble and over the days I spent thinking about it. Trying to figure out if it’s the right path for me or if am I just wasting my time in a match where anything can happen….the more I thought about it the more I was leaning no. but then when I got the call that Nic died and they were gonna rename this Rumble match after him that turned it around fast and I said yes without hesitation. Why? Because this match is in his memory, and he would have hated for me to say no, that would be a slap in his face, in his legacy and in everything he did building this place from scratch. I’m not about to do that to him. Eddie Sr: Well I’m glad that you accepted it, because i’m sure he would have been angry if you said no like you said. Jenn: Yeah, and looking at the cast of characters in this match, I have a big task on my hands if i even think about running but you know what? It’s a challenge. I’ve never EVER backed down a challenge in my life. (Which is true, Jenn has never backed down from anything in her life. That including moving half way across the world to restart her life for the better, and she’s done that. She’s taking on the challenges of being a grandparent head on as well. She’s a fighter, she’s always gonna be a fighter, and she’s never going to change for anybody.) Jenn: I’m sure some people have written me off already as someone who won’t win, but that’s ok and I’m sure people also have written me off as “old” or washed up” or someone that needs to retire. Here’s the thing, I’m not washed up, and I’m not going to retire because people want me to, I’m going to retire when MY time is right when I say it’s time, and since when the fuck have I ever caved into what others have said to me? Never, and I’m not about to start now to stroke people's egos. (Jenn lets out a small chuckle.) Jenn: In this match, I see familiar faces, like my sister, Chaz, Redd, and cage. All credible champions in their day and all legends in this business. Even though that term being be thrown around a lot these days, it fits them just right. But here’s the thing with most of them, not all but most. They won’t be here when the next Riot comes around. They won’t be here when Destiny rolls around, they’re just here for one night so if it comes down to it, I will throw Chaz, Redd, and Cage over the top rope, and I won’t feel sorry about either. (Jenn shrugs her shoulders.) Jenn: We may be friends, and I may have my sister in this match but as soon as that bell rings that goes out the window, speaking of friends, let's talk about Alex. She’s definitely talented, there’s no doubt about it, she’s the clear cut favorite to win the match and maybe the world champion one day, that’s great but if she thinks for a minute that I’m gonna be some easy person that she can throw over the top rope within 2 seconds of entering, she’s dead wrong. I’m not some joke like the Landersons that you can just throw around like a toy, and I’m not joke like rest of the bottom feeding roster members that are part of this match that won’t even last a second, keep coming at me and you’ll find out who the hell I am real quick…and it’s not some idol threat either. (Jenn narrows her eyes for a moment.) Jenn: Now there’s Lexi… she’s my sister of course but over the years I’ve been in the ring with her and I’ve beaten her as well. So, I’m not scared of anything about her. Her mind however will be distracted by Corey Bull, and she’s going to keep an eye out on what number he’s going to come out as, and that’s fine but that’s also a very stupid move. Yeah, let’s wait for Corey bull while everyone else is plotting to throw you out with ease. I just hope they don’t bring that bullshit around me because i will throw her out and i will throw him out too, no hestiaton, no feeling sorry…. Bye bye, go fight somewhere else. (Jenn shrugs her shoulders.) Jenn: Now the bottom feeders….who are you guys, why are you here? Nic never liked any of you people, and you’re just a waste of time that your parents should have just swallowed. You aint gonna win this match, and you aint gonna win in anything in your life either. Just go back to developmental where you belong and leave the wrestling to the adults with acutal talent. Eddie Sr: Well damn… . Jenn: and I know that some members of antithesis is part of this match and…. Honestly? I don’t really care about them. Look, they made team star’s lives a living hell and then they talked tough but when it actually came down to it they couldn’t get the job done. I’ve in enough battle royals to know that you guys are gonna work together and thin out the field, and then fight among yourselves. It’s a basic thing that’s been done before and nobody should be surprised by it… if you think you have me backed into the corner, that’ll be your dumbest mistake. If you think Gracie being defiant was bad wait till you see me being defiant. Eddie Sr: Richard Rider? Jenn: That wannabe movie star? Oh my god, why is this guy even around? He’s a Drake Demarco rip-off if you ask me. Eddie Sr: I guess you’re not a fan of him. Jenn: WHO WOULD BE! That guy makes C-level movies that nobody watches and he walks around here like he’s some movie star that people should care about. He’s not gonna win this match, even if he did nobody would care, and the crowd would go mild…dead…a funeral home. This guy would be the biggest joke in wrestling since the chainless guy from a couple of years ago or the movie guy who won the world title 22 years ago. The business would collapse! Eddie Sr: We don’t speak of those dark times! Jenn: Finally, the world title. Something that has been lacking in my career. Sure, I can blame myself for it but why should I? I’m not the problem here, it’s the management. The management was the one who held my head down in water with the women’s division, and wrapped bricks around my feet as i was held down in the tag division, so how is any of this my fault? My goal has ALWAYS been the world title. (Anger starts to fill the face of Jenn, she’s no longer the fun loving person she was just a few minutes ago. Her tone starts to turn serious.) Jenn: No matter where I went the goal posts have been moved on me, rather it be here, PWSWF, WXW, or the other place I work for. People always saw me as a good hand to have when they needed me for something like a dead women’s division or a dead tag division, I coulda said no but then that would have left me directionless, and that’s not a good place to be a wrestler. So I swallowed my pride and did those awful deeds….and for what? What did it get me? Nothing, just a chip on my shoulder. (Jenn shakes her head.) Jenn: This aint no sob story, everything I’m saying is the goddamn truth and you know it. I’m sick of these games, I’m sick of other people trying to direct my career, and I’m tired of being told how to handle myself. I’ve been in this damn business for years now, and I’m about to do anything I have to get that world title, and I don’t care if I have to knock out my own family to do so. I don’t care if any of you people in the match likes me or not, I’m not here to be liked, I’m not here to be popular among my peers, this isn’t high school, this isn’t prom, and this isn’t schoolyard fun. I’m here to win that world championship and I’m gonna do whatever it takes to win it… (Without saying anymore, Jenn gets up from the edge of the bed she’s been sitting on and walks out the door after swinging it open aggressively. For a moment, Eddie sits there to gather what she said and grew this smile on his face. A smile that a fire has been lit under Jenn.)
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Post by Devon Ryder on Mar 6, 2023 23:57:17 GMT -5
DEVON RYDER: THE ASCENT
*As the camera fades back in, we open on a shot of London England. Buckingham Palace looms large in the background, the sun shining through sparse clouds behind it, and a group of tourists can be spotted being escorted through the grounds by an official some ways in the distance. This is not the focus of our shot, however, as our viewpoint pans AWAY from the home of King Charles II and through the wrought-iron front gates, where PWS: Apex PURE Champion, “The Canadian Hero” Devon Ryder, stands gazing at the palace with contempt. The Unbreakable One wears a bright orange “Every Child Matters” t-shirt under a plain brown leather jacket, along with faded denim jeans. He does not turn around as the camera approaches him, but speaks the next words aloud.*
“When I landed in this country, preparing for Demons Run, my Instagram blew up - so many British PWS fans were sending me messages and memes, practically begging me to tell them how much better they were than America. To compare their systems favourably to those of the United States.”
*Devon whirls around now, his gaze fixed on the camera. He wears a stern expression.*
“Do you TRULY fail to understand? After ALL THIS TIME, you still think I’m some irrational, dogmatic anti-patriot, whose sole goal in life is to tear down the USA?”
*Devon pauses, sighing softly. He flips his long hair out of his face, then sadly shakes his head.*
“I suppose I should not be surprised. Arrogance is, aside from Colonialism and panel shows, the UK’s largest export. You are NOT so superior as you believe - and, indeed, from MY perspective? Your nation is just as guilty.”
*Another pause, and Devon pulls open his jacket so his shirt can be viewed more clearly.*
“THIS is the legacy of the United Kingdom. Canada’s atrocities against her indigenous peoples? Your ‘beloved’ Queen signed off on them. The horrific racism and misogyny directed at Prince Harry and Meghan Markle? That was a feature, not a bug. Even NOW, while promoting itself as a BASTION of progress and equality, your country is ACTIVELY IMPLEMENTING LEGISLATION to restrict the rights of trans people while platforming well-known bigots on the BBC!”
*Devon pauses one more time, shaking his head again as he frowns into the camera.*
“No, England, Devon Ryder is NOT your Hero. I have no love for the ugly, racist grandmother of the worst parts of my homeland. But that is not why I am here tonight. This show is about far more than one country or another - it is far too IMPORTANT to allow myself to be bogged down by politics. I am here tonight… to prove myself.”
*There is another pause here, much longer than the first. Devon begins to walk away from Buckingham palace now, to a nearby seating area with a bench and a few picnic tables. It is all concrete and stone, of course - as everything in London is - but the Canadian Hero pauses there, his head lost in thought, and gazes up at a billboard not far away, plastered on the side of a building. It is an advertisement for “The Muppets Live” at the Stratford theatre.*
"Did you know Jim Henson was willing to die to film 'Rainbow Connection'?"
*With this narration, our Hero turns to face the camera, the wistful look slowly evaporating from his face as he comes back into himself. He fixes his eyes on the lens once more, expression still somewhat implacable.*
"It's true. In the first Muppets movie, nobody knew how to get Kermit sitting in the lake and still be able to manually puppet him. They discussed the problem for some time, until they finally hit on the solution; their engineers designed a small diving bell, large enough - barely - for just one person, which had oxygen tanks pumping in constantly and a rubber tube up to the surface which would allow him to reach above his head and puppet Kermit properly.”
*Devon pauses here, his eyes glinting with admiration as he relays his story. The billboard featuring Kermit’s 12-foot likeness can still be viewed behind him*
“To call this a ‘solution’ would be a generous application of the term. It was cramped, intensely claustrophobic, and nobody involved knew for certain whether it would hold water long enough to keep Jim from DROWNING halfway through the shoot! His official biographer compared the experience to being buried alive - but Jim Henson pressed on. He crouched in that tiny horrible dome, completely underwater, for three hours in a row, over five days of shooting, JUST so he could be sure they got the scene they wanted. He took his reputation, his career, his very life into his own hands in the pursuit of making perfect Art. And I think that’s beautiful. Because Jim Henson is someone that I have often looked up to, in my childhood and throughout my career. Jim, and others like him, are the blueprints for everything that I have striven to become; driven, passionate creatives who would NEVER compromise in the service of their Art - who push themselves and everyone around them to constantly be better, constantly WORK harder! Those who push their minds and bodies to their very limits and BEYOND, because that is the price that we must pay to truly achieve greatness. To truly be… the best.”
*Devon pauses here, inhaling deeply, clearly trying to calm himself. He strides over to the bench and lowers himself to sit upon it, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, right fist clasped in his left hand.*
“When I was a boy, I took guitar lessons. From the age of 8 until I was 18, I studied everything I could about that instrument. My instructor once remarked to me, during one of our classes, that I was unlike any other student he had ever had; where most of his students would come in with a particular riff they wanted to learn, practice it once or twice and then move on, I sat there CONSTANTLY - using up most of every lesson - practicing the SAME notes, the SAME melody, over and over again. He asked me why I did it… and I told him the truth.”
“Because I want to be the best.”
“And it was true. I LOVED the guitar - apart from wrestling, it was my only other passion. It was not enough for me to simply learn to PLAY the instrument, or even to be good at it. I needed to be the single greatest guitar player to ever walk the Earth. I needed to be mentioned in the same breath as Eric Clapton, Slash, George fucking Harrison and the Beatles!”
*Devon pauses again, his blue eyes glinting as he sits up straighter, staring down the camera lens.*
“Because this is what I DO. It is who I AM. I have never been content with simply being good enough. I have to push myself. To do MORE. To work HARDER. To find the limits of my skill and break them, so I can mold myself into the PINNACLE - the Shining Example - of whatever I choose to be. And so that is what I have done. Every move that I have made through my pro-wrestling career, both inside AND outside the ring - every jab I’ve thrown at the USA, every cause that I’ve supported, every MATCH that I have wrestled - has been in service of one goal.” “Perfection.”
“And yes, I know exactly what you’re going to say; ‘but Devon, doesn’t every wrestler want to be the greatest? Doesn’t everyone strive to be a Champion?’”
*A beat. Devon smirks into the camera.*
“Of course. But very few can back it up. And even fewer still understand what ‘greatness’ truly MEANS.”
*Another pause here, Devon raises his PURE title belt and stares into the faceplate.*
“This Championship has been, thus far, the crowning achievement of my long career. This belt represents everything that I have worked for in PWS: Apex. Every struggle I have endured, every TRIAL I have undergone… they are all etched into this heavy golden belt. But even THIS is not enough. Because a single championship - no matter how prestigious - will never be sufficient to bestow immortality. While a single champion may call themselves GREAT, nobody will EVER remember them as the Greatest of All Time! Did Michael Jordan stop at a single NBA playoffs trophy? Was Wayne Gretzky satisfied with a single Stanley Cup? Absolutely not. Because they did not seek greatness - those men sought Perfection. And if I am to count myself among their number - if I am to claim to be the best professional wrestler in the world - the single best combatant to EVER set foot between those ropes - then THIS one belt will NEVER be enough. If I am to TRULY be the best, then I cannot do that unless I hold every. Single. Title and accolade that is AVAILABLE to HOLD!”
*Devon pauses again, breathing heavily, trying to get himself under control. He drapes the PURE title across the bench just at his side, and - his demeanour slightly calmer now - he leans close to the camera.*
“I will not be made a liar. I will not come before these people as a CONQUERING CANADIAN HERO and leave this colosseum empty-handed! I have worked far too hard to turn back now. I have sacrificed entirely too much, lived through pain and torments that would cripple lesser mortals, and ALL of it has been leading to the opportunity I have tonight. And it will not be an opportunity I squander.”
*Another pause.*
“But I have my work cut out for me. I have seen the roster for the Rebel Rumble tonight, and it is not a group to scoff at. Alexis Makarios, Alexandra Sanders, Mack McKane, Chris Page… there are former World Champions among the ranks tonight, and half of them are veterans who’ve been doing this far longer than I have. I suppose a lesser mortal may be daunted by this task… but I simply see it as one more giant I must slay. One more trial to prove my resolve, to TEMPER my titanium…”
*Another pause.*
“We shall start with you, Alexis. I am sure you’re not too pleased with me, just now; after our incident last Riot, I am not surprised. But I warned you this would happen, Lexi. I TOLD you, from the beginning, that we were not fighting for the same goal. YOU wanted to win the match… but I wanted an opportunity. An opportunity to prove myself - to show the WORLD as WELL as Devon Ryder what I am truly capable of! To remind every single viewer in attendance why I have earned the name Unbreakable. And you were simply in my way. It’s nothing personal. I knew you would not throw the match - and YOU knew that I was too stubborn to give up, or allow my shoulders to be pinned. So I seized the only chance I had, the only real window which would allow me to both fight you to your limit AND ensure that I could be the first to enter the Rumble tonight. I am sorry that it came to this, for whatever that’s worth. My intent was never to humiliate you - indeed, I thought you would be thrilled to enter 30th, since it’s so generally well-regarded. But I fear I have miscalculated. That perhaps the Aussie Firecracker has slightly more fight in her than I had anticipated. Well, I hope that you can hold a grudge, Alexis. I hope you take all that piss and vinegar, all that RAGE and resentment that I am SURE you’ve built up against me, and bring it to the ring with you tonight. I look forward to resuming our confrontation - and to finally settling, once and for all, that I AM the better wrestler.”
“But you are not the only one who will bring anger and hellfire to the ring with them tonight. No, I also must contend with the likes of Alexandra Sanders.”
*Devon pauses, his lips curling into a smirk as he glares into the camera lens.*
“Tell me, Alexandra - how much of your husband’s influence have you truly absorbed? Are you as fully, truly, irredeemably lost as he is… or is there a spark of humanity still burning in you somewhere? I don’t believe ANYONE is truly gone unless they choose to be… so tonight, you have a choice to make. Do you embrace what the ANTITHESIS made you? What they attempted to make me? Do you give in to that darkness and that sorrow and that pain because it’s easier than resisting it? Or will you make a different choice? A better choice? I KNOW you can be vicious, Alexandra. You’re capable of furious anger and terrifying violence… but a warrior’s compassion can often be their strongest weapon. The hope we carry with us, the idea of how things may improve - THAT is what truly makes us strong. Anger is not sustainable, Alexandra. It is necessary, but if we let it overwhelm us we can lose sight of our goal. I look forward to testing your brutality, but that alone will not be enough. I have all that rage as well - the existential, disaffected vitriol of a generation well aware they’re dying. But the DIFFERENCE is, I have the cunning to make use of it. I have the MIND of a warrior as WELL as the heart. It remains to be seen if you have the same.”
*Another pause, and Devon smirks.*
“Now Mack McKane… there is a man that I KNOW can be quite cunning. AND who has the viciousness to match. But Mack, my friend… are you sure that you’re prepared for this? It has been a long, long time since you pulled active duty. Your pedigree’s impressive, I won’t insult you by pretending that it’s not… but could you REALLY do what I do? I’ve HELD your CD title, Mack - I’ve WRESTLED in your deathmatches. But I won every. Single. One of them without using a weapon. I won them WITHOUT resorting to your brand of ultraviolence - I WON them as a WRESTLER. And that’s the one thing that you have never done. Because you know how to FIGHT, Mack McKane… but if we ask you to WRESTLE? Without access to weapons, without your precious knife… we shall see what sort of predator you TRULY are, when left with just your wits.”
*Another pause, and Devon smirks into the camera. He holds this for a moment before the expression vanishes, abruptly turning serious.*
“Now, you have all been watching me, I assume. You’ve been studying the footage of my previous matches to prepare for this encounter - or, at least, if you’re worthy of being a professional wrestler, that’s what you’ve been doing. But assuming that’s the case, then you should all know Devon Ryder fairly well by now. You will have seen my debut promo, my excellent first match… and then you will have watched me stumble, for a while, and try to find my footing. You will have watched me go through Hell - to be physically and MENTALLY torn to pieces by opponents like ANTITHESIS… and then, you will have seen me rise. You will have witnessed Devon Ryder’s rise through the midcard, drawing on my will and my resolve to outlast four other opponents to earn a shot at the Collateral Damage - excuse me, Canadian Domination - championship… and you will have seen me win it. You will have watched as I endured DEATHMATCH after DEATHMATCH - some of the most gruesome and horrific stipulations this business has to OFFER - all while maintaining my integrity, and never stooping to my opponent’s level or relying on weapons for success! You will have been vicariously present for the single lowest moment of my life; when the shining angel of my heart, my perfect partner, Desiree de La Roche, walked out of my life in front of millions on live TV. You will have watched, then, as I stumbled once again. As I fell deep into that black abyss - the yawning chasm in my mind - that she alone had kept me out of… and you will have seen me try to die. When I threw my body against Dylan Howell, hoping he could end it, and I fought him in the first and only Glass House Deathmatch, catapulting his body AND MY OWN through the roof of a 50-FOOT GLASS BOX!”
*There is a long pause here, as Devon Ryder’s eyes harden and his brows narrow.*
“But you will not have seen me break.”
*Another pause here, and his lips curl into the barest hint of a smirk.*
“Because that’s not what I do. Devon Ryder is unbreakable. And I do not USE that term lightly. You have SEEN what I have done to earn it. Do any of you TRULY think you can do worse than that? Because I don’t. I don’t think you CAN. Because I am not the same breed of professional wrestler that YOU are - I am of the same breed that Jim Henson once was. I am willing to die for this. Are you? And even more than that… are you willing to kill? Because THAT is what you’ll have to do to STOP me. Because DEVON RYDER does not give up! DEVON RYDER does not break. I will NEVER cease to chase this dream until I’m SIX FEET UNDER GROUND!”
*One more pause here, as Devon calms himself again. His smirk becomes a wolfish grin as his eyes lock with the camera.*
“And there may be SOME of you in this match who think you want it more than I do. Who think you have the drive - the strength - the willpower - to outlast Devon Ryder. To those people, I say…”
*He leans in closer, eyes glinting with excitement.*
“Fucking try it.”
“Get in the ring with me. BRING all of that drive, BRING all of that strength, bring all that willpower, that anger, that chutzpah that you believe you wield… and see if it’s enough.”
*With that, Ryder has finished, and he rises from the bench and pivots on his heel, snatching up his belt as the Guess Who’s “American Woman” plays him off into the British sun.*
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Post by Miles Kasey on Mar 6, 2023 23:57:45 GMT -5
Where Have I Been?
So, long story short...I needed to get the hell out PWS:Apex for a bit. I don’t know what it was about the whole thing but I found myself completely miserable after a while. Spinning the proverbial wheels, as it were.
I was always taught that if you found yourself in a situation that made you feel that way, sometimes it’s best to just walk away.
There were so many people that were just waiting and while I will always and have always loved PWS:Apex, it couldn’t have been a more opportune time to bow out with the assurance that someday he would be back...on his own terms.
Then tragedy.
Say what you will about the man Nic Powell, but he was legitimately the heart and soul of PWS. He kept the company alive when no one had the power, yes there was a lot of swagger on screen by other people but Nic was it.
To lose someone so amazingly brilliant at a young age, was not fair.
So when he got a call from both Laura & Star to add his name to list of the Rebel Rumble that now bared the man’s name, he may not win the fucking thing but he was going to show up and show the fuck out.
Let’s talk about what has changed though, since he’s taking his leave...
Coming Back Home Somewhere Over the Atlantic
“Babe, you have got to relax.”
Things were pretty posh when you got to fly first class. Miles had to admit to himself that he missed this a bit but he wasn’t about to tell anyone. But when he agreed to do this, he found himself in a bit of a timing issue to make sure he could get back in time for SCW. After speaking with Bella about it and her making the call right then and there to her mother that not only secured her and Malachi a ride as well, but Laura agreed to let Miles and if he so chose, a plus one.
So in the private jet, there was General Manager Laura Phoenix, a 4 month pregnant Bella, soon to be daddy Malachi, Miles and his boyfriend, Carter “Helluva Bottom” McKinney.
I told you things have changed. “I’m trying,” Carter said, “I just feel out of place. I don’t mean with the company, minus Bella’s mom over there.”
Miles looked up and noticed Laura neck deep in paperwork, “Laura’s harmless unless you piss her off. And I know flying on a private plane like this is a bit different, sort’ve getting a glimpse into my past before I joined Wolfslair. I’m actually excited to show you around, once I left Manchester, I spent a lot of time in London. Mom invited us up to spend time while we were over, knowing that I’m not going to be all business.”
Carter could sense that boyish charm of Miles showing up, “You’re really excited about this, aren’t you?”
“A bit yeah, it’s been a while since I got a chance to wrestle in my home country but for the reasons that I am, it means a little bit more.” Miles said, sitting back. He reached over and took the young man’s hand and gave it a quick kiss on the back of it, leaning closely “Have I thanked you for coming with me yet?”
Carter blushed under his gaze, “A few times. I’m glad I accepted.”
Miles leans in and gives him a kiss on the lips and simply says, “So am I.”
“Ugh, will you two cut it out,” Mal said coming from the back of the plane, “Bad enough Bella is airsick, I don’t need to be sick sick.”
“Bruv, the amount of times I had to deal with you and her...I think I earned a little payback.” Miles said flashing a cheeky grin as Mal flipped him off.
Laura looks up at her son-in-law with a smile, and getting amusement from the banter between the boys, “How is she?”
“She’ll be fine, just a little dizzy. Have her laying down at the moment to get some rest with water next to her.” Mal said sitting down, “I told her I could bring her back something to snack on in a few.”
“Oh, I can do that. I need to use the restroom anyways,” Carter spoke up getting up from his seat and pulling a pack of crackers from the bowl that sat off to the side, “I’ll make sure not to disturb her.”
As he passed by Laura she reached up and touched his arm, “Thank you Carter. If she’s still awake let her know I’ll check on her soon.”
Carter just nodded before he slipped to the back.
“Poor kid is so strung.” Laura said looking towards Miles, “I am glad that you brought him along though, Miles. He’s really sweet.”
“Among other things,” Miles said with a genuine smile, “Don’t worry, he’ll warm up to everyone soon enough.”
“I’m sure he will. By the way, can I just say...” Laura stops herself for a moment, studying the features on Miles’ face, “Yeah, this is the happiest I have ever seen you. I mean that.”
“All he needed was a good swift kick in the ass to make sure he didn’t fuck this one up.” Mal snarked.
“I would never want to mess this up, mate. Trust me on that”
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Post by bobodoll on Mar 6, 2023 23:59:08 GMT -5
Somewhere on a beach, it doesn’t really matter where Dylan and Samantha Howell are living the good life, or at least as much as they can when you consider Dylan is the picture of insanity and Samantha actually meant him initially as his therapist. Appointed by the people who ran another promotion where Dylan competed previously (yes, the same promotion that had him nearly marry a title belt on TV), Sam was supposed to determine whether Dylan was fit to continue his in-ring wrestling career, or if he was a danger to himself and other people as well. The last thing that Sam ever expected that she would end up doing would be marrying Dylan. After all, she was a doctor, and Dylan was by all accounts one very sick patient. Their love was considered unethical by many. You never can predict love though, can you? Especially not where Dylan was concerned.
Sure enough, despite her trying not, Sam did fall in love with Dylan, she did give up her job as his therapist, did become his manager in not one but two wrestling promotions, the second being PWS:Apex, and eventually she would be beside his when wrestled what was expected to be his last match at Crusade:Armageddon. At least that was supposed to be their plan together Dylan and Sam, they had found their house on the beach, exactly like Dylan had told that they would. They went and got married almost literally right after Dylan's last match, and let's just say they had already been spending plenty of time since finding and purchasing that house trying to expand their family right there on the beach.
On this particular day though when Dylan got back from a little run along the beach, imagine his surprise when his Island paradise was being rudely interrupted when he found his wife bound and gagged by two men dressed as bikers that he had never saw before. Dylan was immediately distraught of, going straight his wife Sam, but it was to no avail. There were actually three men in tota, the two he saw a long with a much larger man who would catch him from behind, and they were delivering a message as told by one of the two men he saw initially who seemed to be the leader.
Leader: "Greetings Mr. Howell. You do not know who we are but we know all about you. We have been watching you as a wrassler sir, an' lemme tell ya, ya good boy. So good in fact that we want ya to be our leader. Because ya see, we are THE HOUSE and what we are lookin' for is THE MAN of THE HOUSE. Not some insane idiot like you have been playin, but THE MAN of THE HOUSE. If you can be that man?
Your wife lives.
IF not?
You do want to know.
Decide NOW!"
A man sits alone on his porch in the dark, slowly rocking back and forth. As he continues to rock, smoke rings start coming from him. He starts to speak, and though we still cannot see the man, his voice is unmistakable.
“Good evening and welcome to my house, PWS:Apex. Did all of you miss me?”
Moonlight radiates off of his face for the first time, but that only confirms what we already know: The man speaking is Dylan Howell.
“Kind of an amusing question, don’t you think, when you consider that I have not been gone for that long really. Everyone remembers my last match, it was at Crusade:Armageddon when I defended and lost the Collateral Damage Championship to Carmen Rodriguez. If you were paying attention to the lead up for that match however you also know that I proposed to my long-time girlfriend and manager Samantha Alexis.”
Dylan holds up his right hand into the camera and very visible as the moonlight hits it just right is a ring made of solid white gold.
“Happened the weekend following Crusade:Armageddon for those that are interested if any of you are. The plan was of course to ride off into the sunset, have some kids, raise them on the beach, and generally do anything and everything I wanted to do with my wife and eventually our kids also, everything but wrestling that is. I was spent, tapped, and I just didn’t think that I had anything left to give to this sport or to the fans of it either. However, if you remember all of that, then you should also remember that I was adamant that I didn’t want to retire because I always wanted to reserve the right to come back if I ever felt compelled to do so for any reason.”
Another smoke ring starts in the dark and this time as the moonlight hits him we see a very different Dylan Howell than what we are used to; torn blue jeans, a black jean vest, over a white wife beater t-shirt, and a red bandana around his neck. In short, Dylan now looks like a member of a biker gang.
“The right to come back if I felt compelled to do so for any reason? Let’s think about that for a hot minute if you don’t mind, because you have already probably figured out something pretty significant must have happened for me to wrestle again in less than 90 days when wrestling was the furthest thing from my mind. You know there are a lot of ups and downs on this road that we call life, and yes there was something very significant that has me back talking about wrestling on a pay-per-view stage at PWS:Apex heading toward the Nic Powell Memorial Rebel Rumble at Demon’s Run. Am I going to tell you what compelled me to reignite my wrestling career almost immediately when I decided to end it and when it was the last thing that I really wanted to do?
“No, I am not going to talk about that, because it should matter to all of you, the fans of PWS:Apex, why I’m here. I can guarantee you that it doesn’t make a damn bit of difference to every other person that I will be sharing the ring with why I am back in time for Demon’s Run. The prize of course is definitely a tremendous opportunity, you won’t find me trying to deny that, because there are people who know me that know that I would be lying to you if I did.”
Dylan pauses for a few seconds before becoming very measured with his words.
“Love me or hate, one thing that you have never been able to say about me so far is that Dylan Howell has lied to me, and I promise that you never will. Are you always going to like what I have to say? No, but I am not interested in whether or not people are going to like what I have to say all of the time. The prize for winning the Nic Powell Memorial Rebel Rumble is a shot at the PWS:Apex World Title at Destiny, and for as long as I have been doing this I can tell you right that when you see an opportunity like that, it doesn’t happen very often and you better jump on it before it’s gone. And if you are or ever were in this business and you say that the opportunity at the World Title doesn’t matter to you well then you are the one who is lying to everyone, and we have already established whether I am a liar so there is no need to repeat that.
“So, that is what I am doing, jumping on that opportunity. I will tell you though the opportunity to compete for the biggest prize in all wrestling and to do so possibly against that dumpster fire of a human being who avoided me like the plague when I wrestled before in Mike Hawk, that is only part of the reason why I am back. The opportunity to put my hands on all of those other people that I will be in the ring with at Demon’s Run and throw them from that ring? Sure, that is a nice bonus as I really don’t like any of the other people that are being advertised as being a part of the match, but that really has nothing to do with why I am back either.”
Another smoke ring floats up slowly in the dark.
“I am back because I was given a chance to change the way that the world is viewed by all of you people, and when you are given the chance to change the world? You take that chance, which is exactly what I am going to do at Demon’s Run. I am going to change the way that this world is viewed, because PWS:Apex has already changed even though almost nobody realizes it yet, but they will soon. Because this promotion is no longer PWS:Apex, this promotion is THE HOUSE, and who am I?”
Coming out to stand beside Dylan is his wife and manager Samantha Howell, dressed in biker attire as well.
“His name is Dylan Howell, he’s THE MAN of THE HOUSE and as everyone here is about to find out soon enough…”
The two of them say together in perfect synchronization.
“THE HOUSE ALWAYS WINS!”
The scene fades out with the song “Welcome to My House” by Nu Breed and Jesse Howard playing.
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Post by Richard Rider on Mar 6, 2023 23:59:49 GMT -5
(The cameras catch up to the back shortly after last weeks Riot. Richard Rider was looking in a mirror with a goofy grin on his face.)
Richard Rider: She digs you. You almost had her. Little emo bitch won't see it coming.
(He grinned a bit as he fluffed his hair.)
Richard Rider: And after you win the Rebel Rumble... she wont be able to resist you. You're in. You just gotta beat the odds and take out 28 other people. Then it'll be just you and your gorgeous amazon warrior. Yeah... that's the ticket.
(He heard a noise behind him and he jumped, screaming like a little girl. He turns around to see a stagehand standing there)
Richard Rider: Can I help you?
Stagehand: Yeah, you can get the hell out of my way. We have to set up for a very important interview.
Richard Rider: Well, I'm already here...
Stagehand: It's not you. Please move before I get security involved.
Richard Rider: Sheesh I'm going. I hope you don't talk to my lady love like this.
Stagehand: What?
Richard Rider: The beautiful and stunning Alexandra Calaway
Stagehand: Sanders.
Richard Rider: WHERE!?! DONT KILL ME!!
(The stagehand laughed as Rider panicked)
Richard Rider: That's not funny. When I win the Rumble and rule these halls, I'll see to it that you are fired
Stagehand: Honey, if you win the rumble I'll retire and go live in my castle with the queen.
(The stagehand laughed as they walked off, leaving Rider standing there looking frazzled)
Richard Rider: Not cool! They won't underestimate me anymore! I'm an A lister and they'll see it soon. They'll all see it! I don't care what I have to do. If I have to knock down Star's door and demand respect. If I have to stand toe to toe with Cleo and show her who's boss. That's what Ill do. Anything for the beautiful Alexandra to notice me and stand by my side. Can't you see it now? Her standing by my side as I compete at Destiny and win that World Title? It would be beautiful.
(He heard laughter as he turned around to see a group of stagehands just laughing at him.)
Richard Rider: HEY! IT COULD HAPPEN!
Stagehand: Yeah... and I'm the demon of hell just up here for a float. Listen, do us all a favor and MOVE! You are keeping up from our job.
Richard Rider: Fine fine... I'm going.. sheesh. Show a little respect for your future World Champion and Rumble Winner. You cant treat me like this. And you won't! I'll show you! I'll show you all!!!
(With that, Rider stormed off in a huff. The stagehands continued to laugh as they began to setup. Rider ducked around the corner talking to himself)
Richard Rider: One step at a time. That's all it takes is one lucky night and she's yours. I'll do whatever it takes. Whatever. it Takes!
(He then rushes off down the hall as the scene fade to black)
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Post by Corey Bull on Mar 7, 2023 4:44:49 GMT -5
-🌑-🌑-🌑-🌑-🌑-🌑-🌑 -
-Nic-: Hey man I have a question for ya.
Corey Bull: What’s up?
-Nic-: Did you ever run Ace in old PWS? His name seems so familiar to me.
Corey Bull: My friend ran him a long time ago and then left him to me. He showed up in flashbacks in old Bull memories, but I never ran him. I revamped him a lot, the only thing the same as before is the name. -Nic-: ahh ok. The name just seems familiar to me. So I have another question, almost a demand lol
-Corey Bull- oh god lol what’s up? -Nic-: I was wondering if you’d bring him back. I think that the fed would benefit from him.
-Corey Bull: Ace? Lol he’s already here lmao -Nic-: lol no I want you to bring you know who back.
-Corey Bill: You mean the most hated one, he who is hell incarnated, the Bastard king, the angel of hate? Lol -Nic-: lol yeah him. He is the best character for you. Ace is cool, but he isn’t the hatebringer.
-Corey Bull-: we’ll I did retire him with a story left untold…I think I know someone that can help open that story up. -Nic-: nice! Do you need a banner lol
-Corey Bull: lmao yeah, I’ll send you the details when I square him away. -Nic-: it’s good to have you back Bull.
-Corey Bull: it’s good to see you again my friend. -🌑-🌑-🌑-🌑-🌑-🌑-🌑-Rockwell, Texas 4 months before his return to PWS
Sakura Gor was a diminutive and attractive Japanese woman. She spoke perfect English and was an intelligent public relations consultant for a firm that created a safe biofuel that had a beneficial biowaste. In her private life, the seductive and strong woman liked to be treated like a little whore by various gigolos that she hired to fulfill her sexual desires.
So when police found her in an adult swing naked, a 12 inch male shaped tool stuff all the way in her rwctum and her face covered in a white substance, police assumed a sexual act of deviance gone wrong.
But they were wrong. And special agent Corvis Spark, a behavioral analyst that has been tracking a threat, knew they were wrong. While the crime isn’t the same, he recognized a few things. The writing on the wall, the clues were there to find. He just needed more time and information. But how much time did they have?
Her face wasn’t covered in seamen like one thought. It was her companies so called safe biowaste. And it was anything but safe, as her face was melting. And the 12 inch black item wasn’t what you think. It was a stun baton. She had been lubed, inserted, and then shocked from the inside till she died. All while gagged, and sadly, video taped, but the killer never stepped into the camera or spoke, all you could really tell was he was a large man with a full head mask, almost a sack.
But Corvis knew it wasn’t a sack. It was a mask, a mask he had seen in a picture many years ago. Was it a coincidence or was the reality so many thought of not true? This one would take a lot of time. First he had to convince people it was connected to Bloomington, Minnesota. And that is when he found it. So obscure, but left in a manner that had to be a taunt. A card for a travel company. The very one that was owned by the first victim, the gun running Armenian.
Interesting. -🌑-🌑-🌑-🌑-🌑-🌑-🌑-We know what you are all thinking.
“He’s a circus act.”
“He means nothing, just a show for the management to make money.”
“Not a real threat.”
How wrong so many of you are. Watching the television, seeing your faces on the screen, and hearing nothing is almost music to our ears. How easily you forget…how easily you ignore. Your names do not matter to us…so few of you will make any real difference in this match. Most will simply be weapons as you are hurled around like children.
Some of you have caught our eye. Be assured…this isn’t a good thing. We are the last thing you want hunting you down…we destroy indiscriminately…our hate is a power then none truly understand. So many hate for the wrong reasons or the pure stupidity of simply being simple.
“I hate your sex!”
“I hate your gender!”
“I hate your color!”
These are simple and useless reasons to squander such a tool. We hate because we see humanity as it is…we see society as it is…and we understand our power to change it as we see fit. And we use the hate of the world to fuel it…like a semi truck run on hate…we are coming to put you all in the ground.
But some of you….oh we will play with you first. Like Alexandra…who is about to find out what happens when a true monster is free in the garden of hell.
Or our sweet, sweet Alexis. Mmmm…we can still taste your blood and tears on our lips. We hope it won’t be the last taste of you on our lips. We want to enjoy every moment with you…though this Alexandra woman could be our queen we seek.
Most rest of you mean almost nothing…you’re warm bodies to be fed to the machine of war…pawns in the ultimate chess game…they will be longing me soon enough. Because so many are worried about their own story that they forget the bigger picture. This isn’t about us…it is about how we fit into this place…how we plan to leave our legacy…but more importantly…how we plan to divide this place and conquer it with a queen at our side. Everything is but one step to that. You all are the things we will step on to get there.
There is one beautiful thing we see that we truly look forward to…and that is twisting David Shane’s head off and throwing it to the crowd like a beach ball of death. You are one thing that this federation can certainly do without.
For Nic…so many of you are ready to dedicate your win to Nic. Pathetic…considering none of you will win. And Nic wouldn’t want a win dedicated to him…he was smarter than that. He understood the game…understood many things you will not. He doesn’t want the win in his honor…he wants to see the carnage done in the name of the business. His name attached to this…it’s more for management than Nic. Right now Nic is standing at the edge of eternity and wondering how many of you we will hurt. How many of you will we end. How many are going to see their judgement.
Nic better start counting.
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