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Post by apexstaff on Mar 20, 2023 16:49:09 GMT -5
PWS: APEX RIOT
THURSDAY, MARCH 30th, 2023 WINTRUST ARENA, CHICAGO IL.
Main Event Singles Match Non-Title Match Jack Russow vs. Alexander Lyons DEADLINE IS MONDAY, MARCH 23rd, 2023 AT 11:59PM EDT
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Post by Alexander Lyons on Mar 27, 2023 22:18:04 GMT -5
A scarecrow effigy sits alone in a field, only illuminated by the moonlight and some tiki torches. It bears the image of Jack Russow, the camera gets some closeup shots, panning around it, as some soft whistling reminiscent of Elle Driver is heard, we hear the crunch of footsteps as Alexander Lyons walks into frame, whistling as he studies and and paces around the effigy a few times, before speaking.
“We’re not so different, you and I are we Jacko?” he said keeping the slightest air of arrogance in his tone, “We’re both second generation, and we both want to be seen as more than just our last name. Of course that’s a lot easier for me, since The Lyons family tends to spread themselves out, across different companies looking for one to claim as our Pridelands. My cousin Vincent had his time back in HWL, and his sister Victoria is currently making PWE her Pridelands, which leaves PWS for Alexander to conquer.”
A smile comes across his face, arrogant and sinister in nature.
“Conquer I will.” he continued, “Alongside my family. Not my bloodline mind you, they treat me like some bastard just like the Russows do to Levi, but my true family. Sanders, Dio and our next World Heavyweight Champion, my sister in blood, Alexandra. You see family isn’t always what blood you share, it’s who is there to spill their blood with you and ANTITHESIS enjoys nothing more than spilling blood together.
He smirks, laughing to himself about his next thought.
“You saw it, that bitch cousin of mine seized the family catchphrase for her own use, just to establish some sort of power over the Lyons name." he said, "Of course that same family name has never truly accepted me so I’m not surprised nor do I really care. I am still a Lyons wether my cousins like it or not, and PWS is MY territory and ANTITHESIS is MY Pride. I don’t need fancy words. My actions do the talking, and my WRESTLING does the talking.”
He snaps his head to glare back at the Jack Russowcrow
“You hear me Jacko?” he snarled, “WRESTLING!. See champ, the thing is, I need a championship as well, not the United mind you. I need the championship that proves you’re the best WRESTLER in the company. I need to put you down and take another step closer to a shot at the Pure Championship. As for your fancy new belt, well…don’t worry. My family will see you soon about that.”
He smirks and laughs to himself again, as he paces around the scarecrow.
“You understand, my chains have been broken” Alex continues, “I was bound to Tyson Sykes since I arrived here, and now that the weakness has been purged. I can focus on myself, and how I can properly serve ANTITHESIS. That means nothing but terror for the rest of the roster. I am not a nice man Jacko. I don’t like very many people, and I certainly don’t like you. It’s going to be a great delight as I embarrass the new United Champion and show everyone that we, that ANTITHESIS are still the dominant force in PWS and we can NEVER be stopped.”
Alex paces around the scarecrow a few more times, before grabbing a nearby torch.
“I hope you’re done celebrating, because the party is over Jacko.” Alex grins sadistically, “It’s time to come back to reality. If you don’t I'll gladly bring you back myself because my name is Alexander Lyons and I am…Righteous in Wrath. Ave Maria Jacko.”
Alex uses the torch to light the scarecrow, a melodic version of Ave Maria plays. Alex kneels before the effigy, Arms extended watching it burn until the scene finally fades out.”
Ave Maria, gratia plena, Maria, gratia plena, Maria, gratia plena, Ave, Ave, Dominus, Dominus tecum. Benedicta tu in mulieribus, et benedictus, Et benedictus fructus ventris (tui), Ventris tui, Jesus. Ave Mariiiiiiaaaaaaaaaaaaa
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Life hasn’t changed much at the Lyons Den. Keevee Kaiser still spends his days as the head trainer, always working hard to have new students ready to send out at a moments notice. Some like the Cleo Phillips and Eddie Lyons of the world continue to be ever thankful, while some of the others like the Alexander Lyons and Victoria Lyons of the world continue to give him hell. Still Keevee is someone who wants to see all the talent from the Lyons Den be the very best they can be, inside and outside the ring. He called for all the current active Lyons Den talents to meet with him for a meeting, when Alexander arrived he really wasn’t interested in whatever Keevee had to say, but he decided he’d at least entertain himself. When he noticed his cousins Victoria and Eddie, he smirked and rolled his eyes.
“Your dog not here?” he said to Victoria, referring to her twin Vincent who was often by her side.
“Vincent is on official business for The Pride” she responds, flipping back her raven hair, “Plus, Sensei Kaiser called for the wrestlers. Vincent does not actively wrestle. We should be asking our sensei where his golden goose Cleo is.”
“Alright that’s enough.” Kaiser says, “Cleo and I have already spoken and she won’t be able to make it tonight. She’s got some personal business to attend to, and you’ll have to watch the next Riot and hear it from her.”
“Playing favoritism again.” Alex mutters.
“Can you both just let him talk.” the other man with them, and cousin to both Alex and Victoria says, from beneath his hoodie.
“Good to see you too Eddie.” Alex quips.
“Alright.” Keevee said, from his seat on one of the gyms ring aprons. “We’re a few months into a new year, and I want this to be the best one yet for The Lyons Den. You are my active talent, and despite some of your opinions of me, I want what’s best for all of you.”
“Well only one of is a champion.” smirks Victoria.
“That may be true.” said Keevee, “But I think each of you still have yet untapped potential that hasn’t been unlocked…”
“Well, for once I agree.” Alex interrupted, “But it was only because I was locked in with Tyson Sykes, now those locks have been broken and it’s only a matter of time before I become a champion on my own.”
“I’ll do whatever it takes.” Eddie said, “I’m not in any rush and I’m not about to take any shortcuts.”
“See, that’s why you fail Eddie. “ Victoria jumped in, “Winning, is winning. This is why I’m a champion and your still chasing some stupid medallion. You have no friends Eddie, nobody watching your back. At least Alex gets that much right, but Alex lacks the ability to take charge, and even without Tyson Sykes, he’s still subservient to Mr. and Mrs. Sanders.”
“You shut your fucking mouth.” Alex snapped, “We are all equal, we don’t need to get people to drink any kool-aid like you..”
“ALRIGHT!!” Keevee shouts. “For fucks sake, the three of you are family!”
“I can’t do this right now.” said Eddie, “I’m gonna go hit the bags.”
Eddie, still keeping his hoodie up, slinks away from the others and heads of to train at the speed bags.
“Like I said, only one of us is a champion at the moment.” smirked Victoria, “I think I’ll be fine.”
Victoria makes her own arrogant exit.
“Let them go.” Keevee said.
“Wasn’t planning on stopping them.“ Alex quipped back, “And I don’t need to hear from you either. You’re just going to tell me some recycled motivational mumbo jumbo. I promise you it won’t be long until I am a champion, and have my OWN championship. Victoria and Eddie can play in their company. PWS is MY territory and I am the Lyons that hunts there. This year will bear witness to the rise of Alexander, and it starts when I conquer the Pure champion, whomever it may be when I get my opportunity.”
“I have no doubt you’ll do the Lyons Den proud this year.” replied Keevee.
“I told you, I don’t need your motivational mumbo jumbo.” snapped Alex. “You and my supposed family didn’t give two squats about me until I showed up ON MY OWN. You know who did support me long before you OR my family did, Jonathan Sanders. I had to win my dads support to even be allowed here. So yes I CAN handle myself, just like I did to fucking get here to my OWN FAMILY SCHOOL that maybe I SHOULD HAVE BEEN INVITED TO IN THE FIRST PLACE.”
“You know that wasn’t our fault…your mother she didn't...” Keevee started
“No, you don’t get to speak on my mother.” Alex interrupted, “Look, I’m going to be Pure Champion, but not for you and not for The Lyons Den. I am going to do it for my family, my REAL family. I am going to do it for ANTITHESIS!”
Alex snarls and leaves in a huff.
“Alex…” Keevee sighed to himself as Alex left, “You’re going to need to represent for us in PWS more than ever this year. I hope you’re ready…”
All of Keevees students seem to be set in their ways, Victoria and her lust for power, Eddie and his honor, an Alex staying true to ANTITHESIS and letting his inner rage be his main drive. It’s still early into 2023, and only time will tell where his talents go this year, with the schools proven track record, there should be no doubt that in due time, Alexander will have gold around his waist once more.
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