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Post by pwsstaff on May 1, 2023 19:34:20 GMT -5
PWS:APEX PRESENTS: THURSDAY NIGHT RIOT Thursday, May 11th Capital One Arena- Washington, DCSingles Match Damien Calaway vs Dionysus Deadline is Monday 5/7, 11:59:59 pm est 1 rp per character. 300 min, 5000 max
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Post by aoddamiencalaway on May 7, 2023 23:47:18 GMT -5
Damien Calaway HomeDamien sat outside watching his daughter and her cousin playing in the yard. The two girls ran around screaming while Alexandra joined her brother on the porch. It was often they did this, meeting as if this was a secret council and the two were the only members. He took a deep breath and began to speak. "I know he's part of that stable you are in. But how did you manage to fall in with a group like that?""Look, think about it, we aren't much different than they are. We were lost too once remember?"Alexandra rolls her eyes and looks at her brother, who is sipping his drink. He swallows and takes a breath. "Yes, but we found our way, ourselves. We didn't use someone else to get us there. They are draining you. Look at what chances you have ahead of you. Do you think that they'll be there for you and have your back in that match?""Damien, a real champion doesn't need backup. A real champion does it on their own."He shrugs and she shakes her head. "And what of your marriage? Doesn't seem like he even remembers that you two ARE married. He's so wrapped up in Tyson Sykes, people are starting to talk. The match was over and he lost and yet.. where is he now? Not here, not at your side like he should be. He should be there for you, instead, you are being flirted with and he doesn't even notice it. You would be better off with Mr. Hollywood.""Damien, I didn't come to listen to you worry about my career. Focus on your match with Dio. He's not a joke.""Yeah, I get that. But you let Richard Rider get involved.""ENOUGH!""Not my fault your husbands gay and doesn't want to accept it. We both know he's hot for Tyson Sykes."Alexandra gets up and walks inside, Damien mutters something about Sander's obsession with Tyson being more than what it seems. The siblings seeming to have a battle of words, going into a big week for Damien. GraveyardA camera comes up on Damien who is walking through a graveyard late at night. You can hear the rumble of a storm behind him. Something within the scene causes cold chills to crawl up the viewers spines. "Dionysus, I'm sure you are going to stand around and talk about how you are bigger, but that doesn't exactly work out now does it? We are about even in that aspect. As for you, I have no respect for you, for your little friend Sanders, or your little group, Anti-Thesis, you don't matter. You've taken my sister. Allowed your master to twist her mind and use her. Sanders holds some sway over her, just as he does all of you. Hopefully, she will not become a lost cause as you have. You all used her loneliness to play on her emotions. You've all shown her exactly what she thinks she wants, but ultimately, proved that you only need her to boost yourselves. When it comes to Sanders and what he's done to her, will come out in time and I'll laugh when she comes to and destroys him."He pauses, his mind fixed on defeating the man he was slated against. His eyes cold and almost lifeless. "You want to play in the darkness Dionysus, let's play mother fucker. The lot of you believe you are the big bad. The only reason any fears any of you, is because they see the darkness in her. Before she came to you all, when was the last time Anti-Thesis was anything more than an afterthought? I can't think of a time before that ANY of you even mattered, before she came along, and honestly, will any of you matter once she's gone."He stopped in front of an old crypt covered in moss, sitting down on the steps he paused. He took a moment to appreciate everything going on around him. The growing electricity from the storm, the coolness of the stones under him, how the wind blew a thin fog through the graveyard. "At first, for a bit there I thought, hey, I might like these friends my sister has found. But I can tell you now, you all will never be her family. Her true family, is right here. Much like your name, you guys are living a little fantasy. She may be your Queen, but that's because she's got the talent to back it up. So what does that make you, their court jester? Because surely, you know that you aren't a knight.. no.. that position is taken by Lyons, a man who actually puts fear into people. Sanders doesn't care about you, you are merely a pawn to him. A weapon he can use because he is too weak to do it himself. Even now, I bet it was Sanders who put this match into motion, to rid himself of the one person who could bring about the downfall of Anti-thesis. Simply, by showing your Queen, my sister, the truth. That he doesn't care about any of you, he needs you, so that he can feel better about himself."Damien leaned back against the doors of the crypt smiling into the camera. "Tick Tock Dionysus, times running out. You know it's funny you call yourself the Mad God. Do you know how many men have used the moniker "mad god" or "The ripper" or anything of that like. Way too many. Dionysus was a man whore, yet you have no women around you. You couldn't get a woman to look at you much less want to be with you. Meanwhile I have an absolutely gorgeous woman waiting for me at home. If you truly wanted to be a God, you'd make yourself one. You are nothing more than a carney piece of shit."He looked into the camera, staring it down. There was no fear, no worry, no concern in his eyes. "Dionysus, enough talk. I'll see you, in the ring. Tick Tock.. the Angel of Death is upon your doorstep.. heed the warning.. and pray for your immortal soul."With that he looks into the camera. "And what's that line you always use.. oh yeah.. Run.."With that he knocks the camera over walking off laughing, before singing softly as the scene fades to black.
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Post by Dionysus on May 8, 2023 16:30:37 GMT -5
*In a dark, abandoned warehouse, the camera pans across large shelves full of boxes of all sizes. There’s then a sprawling shot of a ceiling at least 100 feet above where the camera is stationed. There are cobwebs strewn about all over the place, between every 4 or 5 beams in the scaffolding. The lights are large but switched off, and some of them have been partially or completely broken, leaving shards of broken glass left in the otherwise empty sockets. The camera then moves across the grey stone floor of the warehouse, showing chips and cracks from years of disrepair, until it gets to a large figure sitting in the middle of it. He’s cloaked in shadow, but it’s easy to tell that this is the Mad God. He sways gently back and forth, his head down, his long hair draped down his shoulders. He suddenly, sharply looks up at the camera with an audible inhale. His eyes are wide and VERY visible, despite the darkness. He has a savage look on his face, like he’s ready to kill. Dionysus takes a few deep breaths, before softly, calmly speaking to the camera.*
Dionysus: Damien Calaway…
*A pause. He sighs.*
Dionysus: You are an intriguing puzzle, aren’t you? You claim to be protective over your sister, Alexandra, and yet you refuse to join the group she leads. In fact, you actively oppose it. Why? Perhaps you simply want to make sure that we take care of the sibling you cherish, make sure she’s well-protected, and if that’s the case… and I don’t say this often… you have nothing to fear.
*He smiles his standard creepy smile, brushing hair out of his eyes and towards the back of his head.*
Dionysus: Because ANTITHESIS is not just violent. We are VIOLENCE. The incarnation of every primal, guttural instinct that says “kill”. The voice in your head that wonders how quickly a human body could be drained of blood, or how long someone could live without a head… that’s us. For every violent thought you have ever had, every time you’ve drawn blood, every time you’ve THOUGHT about hurting someone… ANTITHESIS has done so much more. I guarantee, even your most violent match can't compare to a standard match against me. There's nothing you can do to me that I can't do to you ten times over.
*Another brief pause as his smile fades, The Horseman of Death looking down at the floor once again.*
Dionysus: But if it’s not that… if you’re simply opposing us so you can be your own person, to not be stuck in the shadow of Alexandra, well, I can say, with certainty, you REALLY should’ve heeded our warnings. Because we gave you every opportunity to join us.
*He grins again, this time bigger than before. His eyes look up but his head is still pointed down towards the floor.*
Dionysus: You had your chance, Damien. You could have done wonderful things with us. Your sister is already among our ranks, ANTITHESIS would have welcomed you with open arms, but you squandered the opportunity. You paved your own path forward, and you will come to regret every stone you laid down as they’re ripped out of the ground, leaving nothing but DIRT in their wake!
*He pauses, his eyes closing as he contemplates.*
Dionysus: I will admit, you’ve impressed me so far, from what I’ve seen of your work, but it PALES in comparison to the destruction that we're capable of. If you really wanted to protect Alexandra, joining us would have been the best way to do so. You could have been the brawn of ANTITHESIS, the one people talk about like he’s a monster of folklore. The one who strikes fear into the hearts of wrestlers simply by uttering their name. But instead, that position went to me. And you’ll only ever be remembered as “Alexandra’s brother”. In fact... pretty soon. she’s fighting for the world championship. What are YOU fighting for?
*A scoff, as he looks into the camera again, with his regular brand of malice.*
Dionysus: And that’s just it. Tonight, Damien, when you’re lying on the mat, in a pool of your own blood, screaming “I can’t feel my legs!”, “Dear god, help me!”, and you wonder where it all went wrong, which life choices led you to this moment, hopefully for a second you’ll stop to ponder what could have been, if you had listened. If you had joined us. If you had RUN while you had the chance! You’ll stop and think about how you’ll never escape the shadow of Alexandra. You’ll never accomplish what she has. And maybe, just maybe… you’ll finally realize that we were right. That you squandered the only opportunity you had in this company for true success. And you’ll look up to the skies, to the man towering above you, and you'll beg me for mercy.
*His wicked grin returns.*
Dionysus: And I’ll look down at you. Your broken, bleeding body. Tears in your eyes. A look of terror on your face. And I’ll whisper back… “No”.
*He laughs. It starts off slow and soft, but quickly turns into mad, uproarious laughter. Once the laughter is done, it stops immediately, leaving an eerie silence. He stares dead into the camera, his words deliberate as he speaks.*
Dionysus: So, Damien… before any of that happens, before I have a chance to unleash the wrath of the mad god upon you… I will give you one last warning. While you have the chance, while you still CAN…
*He runs at the camera, grabbing it and pulling it towards his face, malice in his voice as he growls the words of his afforementioned warning.*
Dionysus: RUN!
*He throws the camera to the ground, and it sputters a moment, flickering between the picture and static, before static completely takes over the frame, before slowly but surely fading to black.*
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