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Post by -The Iceman Levi Russow- on Sept 2, 2020 20:28:01 GMT -5
Tuesday Night Riot Las Vegas, NV Tuesday, September 15th, 2020 Main EventElimination Battle Royal Winner Gets World Title Shot Runner-Up Gets United Title Shot 2nd Runner-Up Gets Collateral Damage Title Shot Everett Jacobs vs Morgan Baker vs Lachlan Kane vs Sierra Williams vs Cleo Phillips vs Aiden Reynolds vs Dickie Watson vs Jack Russow RP Deadline Sunday, September 13th, 2020 11:59pm Eastern Recommended 300 minimum 5000 maximum Segment Deadline Monday, September 14st, 2020 11:59pm Eastern
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Post by Sierra Williams on Sept 9, 2020 23:39:44 GMT -5
New Mexico 3 Years Ago She could hear her breathing. Her heart beating. Her brain thinking. All of it, even her blood moving through her veins. It all seemed to pulse and slide as a sound through her body and into her ears. The streets were blurry as she pulled her way up to her feet. She moved out of the small grassy area she’d been sitting. Almost like a small park. She moved out and into the busy city. Each car that came past sounded like some kind of large growling animal. Her hands covered her ears as her senses seemed to overload.
Sierra Williams: Fuck…..
She moves down the footpath, her arm stretched out with her fingertips lightly touching the hard brick of the building to her right. She stumbles, her hand laid flat against the wall now as she steadies herself and stops from falling. Her top torn on the side, her small plaid skirt waving in the cool air. She takes a deep breath in as pain shoots up into her ribs and the back of her head.
She looks down at her hands, her knuckles cut up with dried blood, her ribs tender and obviously bruised. Her head pounds as the urge to throw up boils in the pit of her stomach. She spins around sitting down on the cold, hard concrete as people pass by, the looks range from cold indifference to merciful horror as she tilts her head unable to understand why. Sierra turns to a mirrored shopfront and can’t help but laugh, a cut above her right eye which is almost swollen shut.
Sierra Williams: What the fuck happened to me? The words escape her lips as a thought of panic runs through her mind. Where had she bean?. How did she get wherever she was. Where was she?. Was she even in Utah?. Sierra frantically looked around, her hands patting all over her body before finding her ID and phone stuffed down her right sock. She pulled out her phone looking at the front. No calls from Wulf, No texts….
Sierra Williams: Yeah...why would he give two shits….
She growled looking through everything. Texts, notifications, e-mails. She smiled seeing a name, words and concern. The smile causing a shockwave of pain up her right side to her eye. She frantically wrote back and awaited a reply. As she received it the phone rang. She took a deep breath answering it.
Sierra Williams: Hey….no, I don’t know where I am…..I will. Yeah google maps….don’t be a smart ass...and don’t make me laugh I seem to be a little sore….I don’t know maybe….I can’t remember I don’t even….yeah...thank you...no don’t. I’ll be fine...I’ll see you in a few days...hey um...I miss you….
Her voice was soft, his voice helped her spirits rise as she knew she wasn’t alone and someone cared. She waited on the phone, nervous at what she’d just said and implications that could be read into it. He said the words back, heart heart gave a small flutter as she hung up the phone, a deep breath passing her lips as she pushed back to her feet, a little more alert and ready after her forced rest as she found her way back down the street to her hotel.
A few days later Her hands shook, her eyes focused. A million thoughts ran through her head, ranging from happiness to a deep sadness, to anger, frustration, all of it mixed together in a giant emotional ball. Each breath seemed to shudder in and out of her body as her chest raised and fell at a higher pace than normal. Each passage of time seemed like an eternity. Every second, every minute. Her body started to get cold as she looked around the bathroom. The eggshell white tiles touched her legs as she sat indian style, the small white stick in her hands moved with her shudders and shakes.
Sierra Williams: Fuck…
The word seemed to push out with my power than she had intended. A streak of fear moved down her spine and through her body. Had he heard her voice?. Was he going to start wondering where she was?. Sierra pulled herself up on the edge of the bathtub, the sink still running with hot water that had caused steam to rise and fill the small bathroom. She took another slow deep breath trying to calm her racing heast as she wiped the mist from the mirror. Her long black hair wet and hanging down her body, a white towel wrapped around her.
The hotel amenities left in there laying across the sink and small bathroom bench. The small bottle of shampoo laying on it’s side empty with it’s conditioner twin standing tall next to it, the small circular bar of soap wet and slowly melting started to stain the small dosh it was left in. Sierra closed her eyes and started to wish, a wish she had never expected to make as she muttered to herself like some kind of arcane chant. She opened her eyes looking back into the mirror, her brown eyes focused in on her reflection as she let out another breath and slowly looked back down at the object in her hand. To her pain and and sadness, and strange conflicting happiness the result had not been changed or altered.
Sierra Williams: Shit!
The word exploded even louder than the last, her hand mover up to her lips as she turned off the tap, she heard movement outside the door, she held her breath for a moment and listened close. Then she heard it, Wulfs voice.
Wulf Erikson: Si?....you ok?
She swallowed hard, her eyes darting from side to side, should she hide it?. Should she tell him?. Should she wait and take another test?. All the questions asked but no answers from herself given. She moved around the bathroom putting her clothes in the bag grabbing her underwear and a baggy shirt, she started to get dressed before realising she hadn’t answered him back, her voice stuttering a moment as she let the towel drop.
Sierra Williams: Y-yeah I’m fine, just getting my shirt on...you know..ready for bed and such….
Her voice was obviously different. The words falling and raising with a higher pitch as she added a chuckle at the end. Her mind regretting it and shooting one word that also muttered out her lips. Stupid. She stopped as some positive thoughts came through her head. Wulf could be happy, he might not be so against anything. He also isn’t as smart as most would hope to be. Maybe she could hide it. Maybe the test was wrong. Maybe he didn’t sense anything different. She held the white stick in her hand and wrapped it up in the towel as she went to the door, she slowly opened it and looked up. Wulf stood there in front of her. His face full of concern and a nervous energy.
Wulf Erikson: Are you ok? You seem off. Is it the weird stomach thing you’ve had? Are you still throwing up?
The question was difficult to answer. The last three weeks she had not been in the ring, she threw up and officials had taken her off the cards to be a competitor. For the last month she had sat on the sidelines. Her calling avoiding her as she had just begun gaining traction. But now, if it was true there would be a wait for her career and dreams. She smiled lightly, doing her best to let nothing on as she lowered her voice to a calming flow, her body language relaxing as she leaned forward kissing Wulf on the cheek.
Sierra Williams: I’ll be fine..really….
She smiled again, wider this time with a small laugh under it. Wulf tilted his head studying her. He looked like a lost puppy, wanting to ask questions, desperately seeking answers. She looked away and moved past him to the small fridge, she grabbed a bottle of water and set the towel down on top of the bar fridge before looking over at the bed. As she moved toward it she stopped, Wulf moved behind her grabbing the towel.
Wulf Erikson: Si…..what’s this?
The realisation send a shock of fear into her heart and down through her stomach causing it to tighten as she took in a sharp quick breath holding it, slowly she turned around and swallowed hard, Wulf stood there holding the pregnancy test in his hand, his eyes trailing over the small box with two dark pink lines, the symbol for positive. She stuttered as her hands clasped together.
Sierra Williams: I...well..see….congratulations...daddy…..
There was an awkward silence, so thick with tension as Wulf stayed silent. Sierra swallowed hard again and waited patiently. Wulf seemed to turn white, his normally tanned skin mixing to a pale grey as his hands shook much like Sierra’s did before. His eyes trailed from the test back to her, he looked as if he was going to say something, but no sound came out, instead his face twisted into a happy smile, filled with an overpowering joy and the excitement that a new father should feel. Sierras heart lifted as she smiled back softly, but before she could say anything Wulf’s eyes rolled back, his body followed as there was a loud thud on the floor of the hotel. Sierra raised an eyebrow looking at her passed out fiance.
Sierra Williams: Well….shit….
Wars and Battles Sierras eyes were closed, she was taking small breaths in and out each one getting deeper and longer trying to calm herself. With the final long drawn out breathtaking in and pushed out again her eyes opened.
Sierra Williams: Here we go. The biggest opportunity in my wrestling career to date. I’ve had other chances at singles gold. In WWH, in SCW, in division. But this seems so much bigger. I don’t know why but everything I have done in apex so far has seems to mean more to me on a personal level than anything I’ve done in other companies. Except for maybe winning the tag titles with my now husband..
But, as a singles wrestler I’ve never really reached the heights people are expected of me have I?
There have been many expectations of me, coming from a wrestling family, being who I am and my kind of personality. I have an alpha personality I know that. I’m arrogant, confident, cocky. There’s a lot of different words that people can use to describe me. But the one that seems to really stick to me, the one that has followed me since I burst onto the world stage, is potential.
Potential…
Sierra can’t help but laugh to herself. A small role of her eyes before she re-focuses back on the camera.
Sierra Williams: I know that it’s meant to be a compliment, I know it’s meant to show you that I have this style potential in me. But honestly? All it does is piss me off. So when this was announced, when this mini tournament going into this battle royal was announced I was excited. I was excited even when the match was announced for me to qualify. I had to face the weird person in the dinosaur costume, but I still got through to the battle royal
And now I have to face the best of the best that apex has to offer.
Well, a few of the best. Then just some names that happen to get lucky. Morgan and Everett. Even Cleo. Those three are lucky. Ever it is a name that no one cares about, Cleo has only just come into this company and Morgan? Look Morgan Baker is a young woman who came into apex and has done everything she can to stand out from the crowd. She’s a smiling happy go lucky kid and even I want to see her succeed in some way shape or form. But she’s not succeeding over me. She’s not succeeding over where I need to be
Sierra growls, her eyes light up and she shakes her head slowly with a small laugh and her breath.
Sierra Williams: The same goes for the dynamic Douchebag duo Dickie Watson and Aiden Reynolds. I watched Dickie Watson become the division while champion over me, I watched him flick his way into a goddamn well title rain then do nothing with the title and I watch that company die because Dickie wanted was not the goddamn world champion that company needed all that the public actually wanted. They like that skinny little bitch but the truth is Dickie Watsonis nothing but a wannabe
He and his little sidekick Aiden have won the apex wrestling tag team championships. Good for them. They came in here as a tagteam and that’s what they wanted but I have left your expectations of retreating ground that I’ve already been down. I love teaming with my husband I loved being in a team with my husband and yes I would do it again but my aspirations have grown and my wants and needs to become something completely different.
I am going to win this match, I am gunning for Mack McKane and that goddamn world title.
And I will step on anyone I have to do to get that championship match. Including Jack Russow. A kid whose family I am very very familiar with. I know Levi, I know Jack, I know the family I know who they are and I know how good Jack is. But this is not his time, this is not his match.
Her voice heightens a little, adding more bass.
Sierra Williams: And as much as I hate to say it, as much as it’s going to hurt my heart and maybe heard a few feelings. This match isn’t Lachlan’s. I love my husband, I know how good he is and how hard he works. He and I get up at the same time every morning and we work out and we eat right and we keep each other motivated. I know his hopes I know his dreams and he knows mine and it is going to break my heart to break his. But only one of us can win. Only one of us can win this match and go on to face Mack at Dishonored.
Everyone in this match wants the same thing. Everyone in this match wants the same chances. They have the same goals. And sure, some of them would be happy with becoming the second runner-up all the runner-up to get a shot at Heather Hazw or Bella Madison and their respective championships but that isn’t enough for me. I came to apex to make a difference and to prove that I could be the main event star that I knew I could be. And I’m not going to wait around, I’m not going to settle for a bronze or silver medal I’m going for the gold and I’m coming for you Mack McKane. And I don’t care how big and scary you think you are you are not as scary as Sierra fucking Williams
Kill Sierra Kill
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Post by Morgan Baker on Sept 13, 2020 18:02:45 GMT -5
(Here we are at Las Vegas once again at Apex Riot, And Morgan Baker is at the hotel room and sitting on her bed and watch tv. but morgan heard a door-knocking at morgan’s door so morgan gets up and walks to her door and her family is at her door and morgan was happy.)
Morgan Baker: Oh my god! Mom, Dad, and brother what are you doing here, I thought you guys are not coming today what are you guys are doing in town.
Betty Baker: Hi sweetie! Surprised we forgot to tell you were coming. but we want to surprised you, we are so proud of you for what you become you want to be a wrestler, and now here you are going into the battle royal, for your opportunity and we are going to see you on the show so yeah.
(So morgan’s parents were so proud of their daughter, and she finally made to the battle royal and made hers to the next step. to be a champion and they’re going to the show to watch her in the battle royal.)
Graham Baker: Yeah sis! We are so proud of you that you make it so far, to get here, and now we are going to see you in the ring and you will make us proud. you want to be a champion and here you are standing tall and now I wish you, good luck sis.
Morgan Baker: Thank you, brother and mom! But how are you guys are going to the show because you don’t have a tickle to get in mom and my family?
(When morgan’s brother was so proud of her for what she doing today how are they going to get in to watch morgan to her show.)
Bitty baker: Sweetie! Your dad pays the tickle and we can come with you to the backstage with you sweetie is this excited morgan.
Morgan Baker: Wait, dad! You pay the tickle do you have some good sit or some bad sit I love you guys so much and I am happy to see you all and miss you all too.
(So when morgan’s mom told her that her dad pays the tickle to get in to watch their daughter wrestler so what is morgan going to do.)
Morgan’s dad: Yeah sweetie! I did pay the trickle to go see you, on the show and we can’t wait to see you in the Elimination Battle Royal. for your opportunity for one for the title morgan, and yes I got some good seat morgan.
Morgan Baker: That good dad! And you got some good seat too wow dad you are good to find some good seat so what do you guys want to do today my family. (So when morgan’s dad find a good seat for the family and “morgan said so what do you guys want to do today my family”and the family are thinking something to do.)
Erik Baker: How about we all relax and watch some tv and morgan can ordered some food how about that.
Morgan Baker:Wow erik! I never hear you talk to me and that is a good idea so I am going to ordered some pizza right now.
(So when Erik was talking to his sister and spend time with the family and morgan baker ordered some good pizza.)
Erik Baker: yeah I know morgan.
(morgan Baker start it laughing .)
Betty Baker: what so we watch on the tv how about some Disney you guys morgan do you like the sound of that sweetie.
Morgan Baker: sound great mom i will be there in a min.
(so Morgan’s mom put some Disney movie, on and morgan got done with the ordered some pizza. and the pizza here so morgan open the door and pay, the pizza guy for the family and she said "keep the change thank you”.)
Morgan Baker: Yo guys! The pizza is here come and get it before it gets cold guys.
Family say: yeah pizza.
(So the family get some slice of pizza and they sit on the bed and watch some Disney movie.)
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Post by Cleo Phillips on Sept 13, 2020 19:32:30 GMT -5
A few weeks into her PWS: Apex career, Cleo found herself with yet another big opportunity, a chance to become a champion, or at least a chance to face a champion. She had had moderate success so far, good showings and even a victory. Still it felt like her true moment, was yet to come. Her victory over Alanah O’Connell coming with a unexpected, but not unwelcome assist. What she needed was her moment, where she makes a clear statement and cements herself as a top talent in PWS.
One way to make that impact would be to get that championship match, in her last battle royale outing she lasted ot the final four, only ont step further this time would net her that championship match, the field however seems tougher this time, so if she really wants it...and she does, she’s going to have to bring her A game, and let them know who The Body Snatcher is.
In front of a graffiti covered wall, Cleo stands letting the cameras get their focus on her, she lends back against the wall, spitting on the ground before she speaks.
[Cleo] You know, I understand there being any doubters. I mean I just got here, my only victory, the one that got me here, coming off an assist. I didn’t need any assist, but am no stranger to taking advantage of any opportunity given to me. It’s not my fault Miss Alanah is so easily distracted. But taking advantage of one opportunity has led me to an even bigger one, a chance to face a champion.
She took a deep sigh, a slight smile with the fresh air of arrogance forms on her face.
[Cleo] It’s going to be so easy to overlook me in the match, we have proven champions, and proven stars. People who have done a fuck lot more than I have. But don’t let that fool you, the single biggest mistake you can make is to look over me, to assume me a non-threat because I’m new around here, and still unproven. First of all, the very face that I am new, that I am unproven, just makes me hungrier. It makes me thrive to break that mold, so when people see MY name as their opponent, they know they’re in for a real fight. Unlike most of you, I have nothing to lose here, I can only gain, and I will gain. I will gain myself a championship match, but...against who?
Cleo motions with her index finger for the camera to follow her. She leads it on a short walk to another wall covered in graffiti, caricature artwork of Mack McKane, Bella Madison and Heather Haze, the three singles champions of PWS, Cleo observes them for a moment, her eyes resting on Heather Haze.
[Cleo] It could be you Heather, the Collateral Damage champion, it would mark my second chance at your championship, the first being my debut of course. This time should we meet, you would be forced to catch these ones, and I promise you the result won’t be the same. I’ve only been here a short while, but you are already among my least liked people around here. Just know, if I end up coming your way, you’re in for an actual fight.
She turns her attention to the next, Bella Madison. The United Champion.
[Cleo] Bella Madison, only recently won that United Championship, defeating the same person I defeated to earn my spot here, Alanah O’Connell. I guess they’re supposed to be best friends or something, I don’t know, and I couldn’t care less. I guess she’s part of that ridiculous Russow family. I wouldn’t mind, taking the dance against Bella and putting her down just like I did her friend Alanah.
Then she looks to Mack McKane, the man on top, the Apex World Champion, with a sigh, she only nods slightly, clearly giving Mack the most respect of the three.
{Cleo] Mack “The Knife” McKane. How wild would it be if this new arrival went the distance, won the whole damn battle royal and then dethroned the world champion. It’s something most probably see as impossible, but the possibility does linger, after all...anything can happen right? I just might surprise you. Right now, you are the best. I’m not afraid to say it. The belt you hold means you get to call yourself the best, but it also makes you the biggest target, and if you’re not careful, then you may not see what’s sneaking up on you until it’s too late.
Cleo looks again at the artwork with a smile.
[Cleo] My art is beautiful isn’t it? The champions of PWS in all their glory. All of them will be watching this match closely, all their futures uncertain. It’s a little exciting isn’t it? Who is going to face who? Who is going to rise to the occasion? What surprises are in store? It’s going to be a wild one, that’s for sure. I can do it, I can get my championship match and dethrone one of you, just send me the bodies and I’ll snatch them up, speaking of the bodies…
She does the finger motion again, and the camera follows her around a nearby corner, where seven bodybags lay in a line next to each other on the floor, like they were part of some police lineup, a closer look reveals that each bag has a face on it, with a spraypainted name, the faces and names of each of her opponents in the battle royal. The camera watches her pace around, each bag, before she finally kneels next to the one bearing the face and name of Everett Jacobs.
[Cleo] Mr. Jacobs found himself in a position like myself. The victory that got him to the fight came off an assist. A payback assist really, payback due to the assist that got me here. We were connected like some old episode of LOST. But the one who truly ended up lost was Mr. Jacobs himself. See I still got a pinfall victory which speaks louder than his countout victory. He had as much to fight for as me, but in the end he ended up a victim, and became just another body.
She gives the body a friendly pat, and saunters over to the next, it’s Dickie Watson.
[Cleo] The man called Dickie Watson, was a fighter for sure, but his downfall was his own arrogance. Going around on twitter as Dickie 2 belts. One compay wasn’t enough for this kid, he had to go around trying to win OTHER companies championships, he wanted to be buried alive in championship belts, and truth be told he had the talent to do so, but in the end he flew to close to the sun, and it exploded in his face, his partner was truly devastated….speaking of his partner…
After giving Dickie a pat, much like the one she gave Everett Jacobs, she moves to the third bag, which is of course Aiden Reynolds.
[Cleo] He was so happy to have his friend Dickie in this match with him, It’s always nice to have someone watching your back when you go to war, go to battle, just go to fight. The problem is, someone still has to win, and with someone as ambitious as Dickie, you had to expect the partnership to explode a little bit. Only one of them could be the final winner, and it caused them both to fall in the end.
A pat for Aiden, as Cleo continued on to the next, it’s Sierra Williams this time.
[Cleo] You know, I liked Sierra, I really did. She comes from the same mold as ladies like myself, or Alexis Makarios. Some would call girls like us rebellious, anti-divas, maybe even a tomboy on occasion. You get the idea. We’re more about the fighting, than dancing around in cute little outfits and showing off our bodies to the crowd. The difference was, I’ve been fighting for survival my whole life, and Sierra had a nice family upbringing. One of us just had a little more edge.”
Cleo continues with her routine, patting Alexis and sauntering arrogantly to her next bag, this one marked as Morgan Baker.
[Cleo] Morgan was adorable wasn’t she? Just a little cutie pie. She was a young girl with a dream, who didn’t seem to realize how in over her head she was. Heart and desire only goes so far when you get smacked with reality, and the reality for her was that her hopes and dreams would remain just that...hopes and dreams. Once she was faced with someone like me, or even Sierra over there, she just can’t handle the heat and gets the cute smile smacked off her face.
With a pat to Morgan, much like she did with the others, she continues getting to the last two bodybags, the next one being Lachlan Kane.
[Cleo] Lachlan found himself in a tough position. He had to fight his wife and that’s what broke him. It’s just different for you boys isn’t it? I’ve dated guys who tried ot huff up on me, and while I had no issue punching them in the jaw, they never once truly laid a hand on me, it’s like they would feel like less of a man for striking a female, let alone their partner. We now know who wore the pants in the relationship, and can take solace the happy couple is together again.
With a pat to Lachlan, she moves to her final bodybag, which b the process of elimination is of course Jack Russow.
[Cleo] I think I got to Jacky Boy here a little bit, when I defeated his precious girlfriend. He thought he could just come up and give me a receipt, but he didn’t realize that just because I’m the new girl, doesn’t mean I don’t have any skill. I’m not just another one of these people who will join up and disappear faster than you can dry the ink on their contract. I’m here to make my own impact on PWS and go straight to the top, and if I have to go through his whole pathetic family, I will.
She gives Jack a quick pat, and walks to the center of the bodies, they all lay behind her as she stands tall in front of them.
[Cleo] Some of them were champions, some of them former champions, some even possibly future champions. All of them talented in their own way, all of them bringing their own unique styles to the table. However they still had one simple thing in common, as good as any of them were, they were still just bodies, bodies waiting to be snatched. None of them realized how tough the young girl from the Bronx was, and it caused them to all get snatched up by The Body Snatcher, they should have paid more attention, because that young girl from The Bronx may have been a new arrival, but she showed them all how to SET IT OFF.
The camera stays focus on Cleo, standing with an intimidating posture and expression, bodybags lined up behind her, as the scene finally cuts away.
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Post by Jack Russow on Sept 13, 2020 19:33:30 GMT -5
“This is for the lions… Living in the wiry broke down frames, Of my friends’ bodies. When the floodwater comes… It ain’t gonna be clear, It’s gonna look like mud.
...but I will help you swim.”
(We see a locker room door at the arena fly open as Jack Russow comes tearing out of it flying down the hallway as the cameraman struggles to keep up with him, he turns a corner and sees the mad scramble taking place at the gorilla position when he grabs one of the producers and shakes him around.)
Jack Russow: WHERE IS HE? WHERE THE *FUCK* IS HE!?
Producer: I...I think they’re on their way to the parking lot!
(Jack lets him go, nearby...security is still trying their best to separate Alanah and Alexis. Jack wanted to intervene but Alanah wanted to handle this on her own and besides that...he had bigger matters to tend to as he tears off towards the parking lot. He blasts through the door and hears a wave of bickering wash over him as he dashes towards the nearest police cruiser out of the four that had arrived for backup as he sees five burly cops struggling with all their might to push Mack McKane into the back of the cruiser. Levi Russow stands nearby screaming back at Mack as Jack darts forward. The free cop catches him and holds him back.)
Cop: SIR I’M GONNA NEED YOU TO STEP BACK!
Jack Russow: AND I’M GONNA NEED YOU TO FUCK OFF BACK TO ARRESTING *ACTUAL* CRIMINALS! MACK! HANG ON!
Cop: SIR IF YOU DO NOT COOPERATE, I WILL BE AUTHORIZED TO USE FORCE!
(Levi hears that and calls that officer off as he puts his hands on Jack pushing him back.)
Levi Russow: GET OUT OF HERE!!!
Jack Russow: FUCK YOU! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!? GET HIM OUTTA THERE!
Levi Russow: LOOK! HE WAS WARNED-
Jack Russow: BLOW YOUR WARNING OUTTA YOUR ASS, OLD MAN!
(They finally manage to corral Mack into the cruiser as it takes off with it’s sirens blaring as the cop that was holding Jack back mouths off to him one more time…)
Cop: Don’t you ever make me warn you again.
Jack Russow: Yeah? Take off the badge, fat boy, and we’ll see how much bass you got in your voice!
Levi Russow: THAT’S ENOUGH!
(Levi pushes Jack back as he starts pacing back and forth pulling at his hair as Levi is trying to calm him down but it’s not working.)
Levi Russow: Fine. You can come find me when you grow up.
(With that, Levi turns and gets in the back of his car as Jack rushes up to it pounding on the glass.)
Jack Russow: OH NO YOU ASSHOLE, GET THE FUCK OUT HERE AND FACE ME!!!
(Levi glares at Jack...and sharply exhales a laugh through his nose...this just makes Jack pisses as he rears back and puts a fist size crack in the window as Levi jumps right as the car peels out. Jack shakes his hand and sees it’s bleeding as he walks back into the arena absolutely seething. He walks all the way back to his dressing room to start getting his things ready as Alanah has finally been calmed down and notices his hand. She rushes over and holds it up.)
Alanah O’Connell: Mo Chroi, what HAPPENED to you!?
Jack Russow: Babe, I don’t wanna talk about it. I...CAN’T talk about it right now...I’m just...GRRRRAH!
(Jack screams and throws a chair across the room as Alanah let’s go of his hand and looks at him concerned as he starts flipping tables and breaking anything in sight. He finally collapses against the wall after headbutting a hole through the wooden locker case nearby. Alanah calmly walks over to him and helps him up...he refuses to look at her. There are a tears in his eyes...of pain...frustration...sorrow...and he never wanted her to see him cry. She kisses his reddened forehead and presses hers against it.)
Alanah O’Connell: ….we need to go to the trainer’s room.
Jack Russow: No. We NEED to storm that cop shop and get my best friend back!
Alanah O’Connell: And we will! But Mack is Mack...he will be okay for a few extra minutes. Your entire hand is bloodied and you are my priority.
(Jack closes his eyes drinking in her presence and kisses her forehead in return.)
Jack Russow: ...yes ma’am.
(Jack wraps his good arm around her as they walk off to the medic station.)
“Well… Once when I was eight! Everything was going great! Until my father… ...tried to KILL me!”
(We see Jack Russow wearing the newest piece of PWS merch, medical masks that are designed on the outside to look like Mack McKane’s trademark mask. Alanah was right beside him wearing a significantly brighter pink mask adorned with pictures of their beloved pups Pip, Potato, and Lady. Jack’s sunken eyes winced against the sunlight glaring even through his Ray-Bans. They’re pulled up to a house in a subdivision on the outskirts of Las Vegas. Levi Russow had decided that since PWS was going to be stationed in Vegas, he would just go ahead and rent a three bedroom house for his family. And this quiet little neighborhood was about...to get...loud. Jack flexes his wrapped hand before he raises it and pounds on the front door. We hear someone press against it to look through the peephole as the door flies open and Emma rushes out wrapping Jack in her arms. Jack doesn’t hug back.)
Emma Russow: Oh God son, what happened to your hand!?
Jack Russow: Where. Is. He.
Emma Russow: Now Jack I know you’re upset, but-
(Before she can finish Jack has rushed past her and stormed into the house bouncing around like he’s loose for a fight as he bounces from room to room.)
Jack Russow: WHERE YOU AT, ASSHOLE!?
Emma Russow: JACK!
(Jack looks around seething as he rips off his sunglasses and his mask looking at Emma who cups his face in her hands.)
Emma Russow: ...he’s not here, sweetie. He’s out handling some business. But TALK to me!
Jack Russow: I...I can’t...because I don’t know...what I’m going to say...and you won’t like it and it will make you cry and I never WANT to make you cry but he’s been such a dickhole lately and I’m sick and tired of him treating us this way and I-
(Emma cuts his rambling off mid-sentence by holding up his injured hand and giving him “the look” as Jack sniffles, ducking his head once again because he doesn’t want anyone to see his tears.)
Emma Russow: What...did you do?
Jack Russow: ….you saw the car.
Emma Russow: Oh sweetie...that was YOU?
(Suddenly one of the spare bedroom doors flies open and smashes against the wall…)
Emma Russow: DO NOT SLAM THE DOORS!!!
(Paying no mind and fluttering out of the room...comes Jack’s EXTREMELY extra little sister. You know her, you love her...*upbeat music* Iiiiiiit’s ROSIEEEEEEEE!!!)
Rosie Russow: MOTHER I SIMPLY MUST-
(She stops as she flutters into the room and suddenly starts shaking with excitement covering her mouth with her little hands and jogging in place as Alanah beams at her and drops to her knees with her arms open as Rosie SQUEALS in delight absolutely barreling into Alanah for a hug.)
Rosie Russow: OH MY DARLING ‘LANAH BUG, HOW I’VE MISSED YOU SO!!!
(She backs out of Alanah’s arms but continues to hold her hand as Alanah playfully bows her head a little.)
Alanah O’Connell: M’lady, the honor is all mine!
Rosie Russow: Oh darling you have simply ENRAPTURED my day! Please, won’t you join me in my room for some prominent bonding time!?
Emma Russow: ...has Charlie been helping you with your grammar.
Rosie Russow: Well he’s my TWIN...we HAFTA do stuff together SOMETIMES!
Emma Russow: I agree, young one! I’m very happy to hear it.
(Rosie looks Jack dead-ass in the face with the most blank, serious expression.)
Rosie Russow: ...Jack, Alanah is the single greatest thing you’ve ever contributed to this family.
(Alanah snorts suddenly with laughter as Emma’s jaw drops.)
Emma Russow: ROSALINE ABIGAIL!!!
Rosie Russow: WHAT!? I was simply speaking the TRUTH, mother!
Alanah O’Connell: I had no idea you had such a pretty name!
(Rosie flips her hair like the diva she is….)
Rosie Russow: Oh honey...I have a pretty EVERYTHING.
(Everyone snorts a chuckle as this as Rosie pulls Alanah up leading her away to her room as the door closes behind them...Emma and Jack watching them leave.)
Jack Russow: ...she’s right, you know.
Emma Russow: Don’t you ever let that one go. Now...talk to me.
Jack Russow: There’s nothing to say. I thought with him becoming President things would get...BETTER, y’know?
Emma Russow: Better like, you and your friends getting to run roughshod over the entire company doing whatever you want without consequence?
Jack Russow: That’s not it at ALL and you know it.
Emma Russow: Son...I know it’s hard to understand...but your father IS working with everyone’s best interests at heart!
Jack Russow: He had my best friend arrested...on national television...for trying to get his hands on a man who is OPENLY admitted to kidnapping the love of his life and HASN’T been arrested. Instead he’s given a contract to step into the pro wrestling world? OUR world!? Please. Mom. PLEASE help me understand that.
Emma Russow: It was part of the deal Laura, Mattie, and Everett’s fathers worked out, sweetie. Your father’s hands were tied from the beginning and if he’d have just let Mack go like he wanted to...he would have started off his new job looking weak.
Jack Russow: And that’s all well and good for him...but I’m PISSED and I am NOT apologizing for it.
Emma Russow: I don’t expect you to...so hold onto that! USE that! Haven’t you realized it yet?
Jack Russow: ...realized what?
Emma Russow: Thanks to Alanah getting Alexis counted out...Everett is in the battle royal!
Jack Russow: ...holy shit...I totally let that slip...I-
Emma Russsow: YOU have your chance to get your hands on him now!
(Jack’s face hangs low though as he shakes his head rapidly.)
Jack Russow: That’s not right though. As much as I want to get my hands on that slimeball, and BELIEVE me...I WILL get my hands on that rat-faced bastard. In my heart of hearts, just thinking about Mack in that cell...he deserves the first crack.
Emma Russow: And he’ll get it someday...but put the personal aside, honey. This is your CHANCE! The chance you've wanted ever since you graduated from the Academy! This is YOUR chance to step out of the shadows, face down the BEST PWS has to offer that don’t have championships, and PROVE that you are your own man...and you’re as brilliant and talented and wonderful as I always knew you were and could be!
Jack Russow: ...you’re right. This is my shot. It’s just…
Emma Russow: ...thinkin’ about what that will mean if you win?
Jack Russow: Yeah...could I even bring myself to FACE Mack or Bella? I mean I knew statistically, the day would come eventually but WHEN, not IF, the time comes...can I pull that trigger?
Emma Russow: I guess only you can figure that out for yourself. How bad do you want to make your mark, son?
Jack Russow: ...it’s all I’ve ever dreamed about. I was devastated when PWS closed it’s doors all those years ago because it meant I would never get the opportunity to be the NEW face of the Russow powered PWS. I wanted to grow up and be my father’s equal. And I was never gonna get that chance until...now.
Emma Russow: This place has the PWS name, son...but it’s still looking for it’s new spirit. It's a new FIRE. Your father, your uncles, your aunts, we ALL carved out a legacy for the name PWS and it killed US when we thought we’d never have a torch to pass to our offspring. But the chance is ALIVE again and it’s HERE and YOU need to figure out how bad you want...THIS PWS...to be remembered. History has its eyes on you, son.
Jack Russow: I know...it’s just...so damn heavy to process, y’know?
Emma Russow: You know what I think would help you right now?
Jack Russow: What’s that?
Emma Russow: ...helping someone else that needs you.
(Emma takes Jack’s arm and she leads him to the dining room where Charlie Russow sits in the windowsill, nose stuffed in a book as usual.)
Emma Russow: ...his therapist is concerned that he’s not learning any social skills. He can’t cope being around other people or any sort of excitement he just...reads. I can’t understand him most of the time, your father DAMN sure can’t understand him but if anyone CAN…
Jack Russow: ...I’ll give it a shot.
(Emma smiles warmly and kisses Jack on the forehead as she lets go of his arm and exits. Jack walks over and pulls up a chair straddling it and resting his head on his folded arms just...waiting.)
Charlie Russow: ...hello, brother. I can sense your presence, you know. It’s impolite to stare.
Jack Russow: I apologize, little brother. What’cha reading?
Charlie Russow: I’m re-examining the interwoven tapestry of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.
Jack Russow: Do tell.
Charlie Russow: It closely examines the constitution of the duality of man in an effervescent simile construing the concept of the good and evil dwelling within each man.
Jack Russow: The duality...and...huh?
(Charlie lets out an exasperated sigh as he closes his book and blankly stares a hole through Jack.)
Charlie Russow: Consider the Native American fable of the two wolves, brother.
Jack Russow: The man proclaims there is a war waging within him between two wolves. One evil and one good. And the one that wins…
Charlie Russow: ...is the one that he feeds, correct.
Jack Russow: Why is this weighing on you so heavily, Charlie?
Charlie Russow: Well given the ubiquitous nature of the times at hand with the silhouette of catastrophe seemingly lingering over our family’s name at all times, I thought there would be a subtextual construct I could decipher that would aid us all in the ongoing plight against this quarantine and your enemies in general.
Jack Russow: Charlie...that’s very awesome of you, man. But I don’t want you to think that any of the conflict or danger either me OR dad is facing falls anywhere on your shoulders, mmkay?
Charlie Russow: ...I just wish things were the way they used to be.
Jack Russow: Me too, bro. And I PROMISE you...I’m trying to get us back there. But can you help ME with something?
Charlie Russow: Assuredly.
Jack Russow: Mom tells me that sometimes you’re skipping meals because you’re so focused on your books and your pursuit of academic excellence. I want you to remember...to put the book down at LEAST a few times a day and TALK to someone. Yes, most likely, you'll be the smartest in the room. BUT...Mom’s a great listener, Dad has the best jokes, Rosie is…….Mom’s a great listener! I just...worry about you.
Charlie Russow: About me?
Jack Russow: YES Charlie! I LOVE how smart you are. I LOVE how much you want to learn but you cannot...learn EVERYTHING...from books. Sometimes you have to learn things by hand! By doing! There’s an entire world outside of those pages and of COURSE you can bring those pages WITH you just...look around sometimes, mmkay?
Charlie Russow: Reticle consideration...interesting. I will try, brother!
(Jack gets up out of the chair and scoops his little brother into a hug...Charlie is stiff for a moment as he isn’t accustomed to physical interaction but after a moment he hugs back warmly.)
Charlie Russow: Huh...hugs feel nice. I must remember that.
Jack Russow: Please do! Now...as you were!
(Jack teaches Charlie how to bump fists and Charlie even lightly chuckles as Jack smiles warmly turning around and seeing his mother leaning against the doorframe absolutely beaming as she wraps Jack in the firmest of hugs…)
Emma Russow: You have no idea...what you’ve just done. Thank you SO much, Jack. You are a WONDERFUL big brother!
“And he brought ME a wonderful big sister!!!”
(They both turn around and see Rosie in a flowing gown with a feather boa with complete makeup as Alanah sassily shows off her new, crazy color nail polish designs on her own fingers. Emma squeezes her arm around Jack once more and whispers again…)
Emma Russow: ...seriously...NEVER...let that one go!
(Jack applauds the ladies as he cheekily bows like a gentleman and they both curtsy in return as this part fades to black.)
“There’s a place here… I can feel it. Even if you can’t see right now. You gotta dig deep… And believe it!
I know I can fly...I just don’t know HOW.”
(We open to a shot of the empty arena as the crew is testing the LED panels and running tests on the trons and making sure everything is good to go as various talent and producers stand scattered around the landscape not paying attention to the fact there’s just one body occupying the ring. Wearing the medical mask designed to look like his best friend’s mask, a sleeveless hoodie pulled up to rest on top of the hat he’s wearing, and cargo shorts clad Jack Russow runs the ropes before hopping to a stop in the middle of the ring putting his hands on his head looking around as the camera approaches the ring and everybody starts to quietly take notice.)
Jack Russow: I’m startin’ to feel...what they always described to me I WOULD feel when the time came. Y’know that desperation...that excitement when your back’s against the wall and the whole world seems to be against you and you just stand up, flip ‘em off, and punch ‘em in the mouth. See this isn’t about a legacy anymore, I already GOT that. This isn’t about stepping out of my father’s shadow, I already GOT that! This is about it being MY...TIME. Because when you first start out you have nothing but people doubting you and kind old-timers telling you “just relax kid, it’ll come, your time will come it’s just not now” but it’s like...okay...then WHEN?
(Jack pulls the hood back off his head and then removes his hat underneath, fixing his hair with his good hand. The other one had significantly less bandaging but he was clearly still nursing it.)
Jack Russow: And that’s when it finally hit me! See, they don’t KNOW...they don’t KNOW how to measure when it’s your time and when it’s not, it’s a FEELING. It’s that feeling you get when you look around the locker room, even at your closest friends, and you get that confidence...some may even call it being a little cocky...I always thought that was the worst thing you could be called but now? Go ahead! Because I look at the locker room we have RIGHT NOW and I see no one but my friends and I at the top of the mountain and God love ‘em as I do, I will stand here right now and proclaim that even amongst us. It’s Mack...and it’s me. And I know, I know...you simps and fangirls are screaming at your TV right now “BELLA IS LITERALLY THE UNITED CHAMPION!” and of COURSE I recognize that! I’m taking nothing away from ANY of us! But when you boil it down...to brass tacks...what’s the main match YOU want to see headline ANY Pay-Per-View ANYWHERE?
Mack McKane...versus...Jack Russow.
(Jack drops down onto his rear and bows his legs in front of him doing some light stretching as he muses on.)
Jack Russow: I’m tired of people telling me...that it’s not my time. That I haven’t EARNED anything. That I’m the product of nepotism and favoritism in this company like I haven’t already SPILT my BLOOD, my SWEAT, and my TEARS...busting my ASS to build my OWN path to glory! And I have...see I found success OUTSIDE the walls of PWS and it felt real good. I saw my NAME on a MARQUEE...and it felt real good! See, cause it didn’t SAY “Levi Russow presents”...it didn’t SAY “Second Generation star”...and it didn’t SAY “Raised In Privilege” all it SAID...was JACK...FUCKING...RUSSOW. Because I EARNED that...I CRAVED that and I MADE IT MINE!!!
(Jack suddenly folds his legs and taps his hat on the mat before throwing it violently to the side as he pinches his fingers together to emphasize every point.)
Jack Russow: ...go ask Malachi about getting in the ring with me...go ask Griffin Hawkins about getting in the ring with me...GO ASK ALEXANDER KING ABOUT GETTING IN THE RING WITH ME! There is no “it’s only because he’s a Russow”...it’s “it’s because he’s a fucking Russow”. You may not LIKE it...you may even HATE it...but you’re a Goddamn FOOL if you EVER try to underplay my pedigree. See...I’ve got the bloodline...I’ve got the talent...but what I’m tryin’ to say is I’m not my father. I am NOT my uncles. I...am a completely different monster...ALTOGETHER...AND IT’S FUCKING TIME I TAKE...WHAT I WANT. WHAT I NEED. WHAT I DESERVE!
(Jack runs his hand frantically through his head as he slides over into the bottom rope dangling his legs off the ring apron as he pulls the camera closer to him acting a bit...unstable. Reminiscent of his bloodline.)
Jack Russow: And I hear you saying “what about Mack? How could you do this to Mack? Could you really fight Mack? Isn’t he your best friend!?” and yeah...yes he is. But MACK knows...what I know...and that we can spew a bromance for you people all day long and dear God don’t you ever take me saying that seriously. But when push comes to shove and it’s me and him one on one? We’ve been looking forward to that...for a long...LONG time. Because it’s not personal...we just want a chance to see who the best is. Because Mack? Mack’s record fuckin’ speaks for itself, “innit”? He has your adoration, he has your respect! And somewhere along the line...I just became “Mack’s Best Friend” and while that’s not an insult? It’s still a fucking slap to my face. Plus...as an added bonus...that filthy little cocksmear Everett Jacobs has nowhere to run this time.
(Jack cracks his neck and slides out under the bottom rope slowly approaching the camera as the cameraman cautiously backs up.)
Jack Russow: So you bring your Morgan Bakers, and your husband and wife twisted little love story in Lach and Sierra...you bring your Cleo Phillips...and the anarchist in me is SCREAMING “fuck the Commonwealth” at the top of it’s lungs...I want you all to listen close and take note of one...simple...thing.
Everett Jacobs...is mine.
Jack Russow: And once I’m done making him beg for death...then and ONLY then...will I pay you slobs the minimum attention I need to afford to win this match. See you hear a lot of murmuring about the Commonwealth being this untouchable entity. Both men are unstoppable! One’s a “molotov” kangaroo fucker and the other one is, for lack of a better example including his country, the Foster’s of representing Australia. You got your hood rat Cleo Phillips who BARELY made it to this match alive. You got your “I’m just happy to be noticed” little Morgan Baker. You got the star-crossed lovers, FUCK man...I just realized...this is the fuckin’ Hunger Games! So the countdown is on...you RUSH your little bodies to the Cornucopia PRAYING, HOPING, BELIEVING that you’re gonna find something deep down inside that’s gonna save you from this massacre but at the end of the day...when it comes to me…
...you will be shooting a bow and arrow...at a kid holding a machine gun. Ta!
(With that, Jack hangs his hat over the camera lens and storms off as we fade to black.)
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Post by Everett Jacobs on Sept 13, 2020 22:35:32 GMT -5
September 1 Following Riot
Everett Jacobs hobbled into the backstage area, assisted by his personal bodyguard. Despite the events that had just taken place after his glorious win in the main event of Riot, he was smiling (though occasionally it would turn into a wince of pain as he walked along). He eventually made his way to his own private locker room, where he opened the door, flipped on the light…
....revealing Levi Russow standing in the middle of it, arms folded across his chest.
Everett jumped back in shock, startled at the sight of the PWS President and COO. “What the hell are you doing here?” he demanded. “Shouldn’t you be making sure that delinquent gets carted off to jail where he belongs?”
“Already done,” Levi said coolly, leveling an intense gaze at Everett. “Now, I’m here for you.”
Everett put a hand out, quickly backing away from him. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hang on just a minute. I thought you were supposed to be fair and impartial.”
Levi gave an exasperated roll of his eyes. “Not like that, you moron. See, you didn’t read your contract all the way through, did you?” A devious little smirk found its way onto Levi’s face.
“Uhhh...there may have been some things I skimmed over.” Everett’s voice cracked with nerves. “Why do you ask?”
“Well, because if you had read all the fine print, you would know that as part of your contract, you are to undergo training at my school. Under my supervision.”
Everett’s eyes widened. “What...you can’t….you’re not serious?!”
“As a heart attack, kid. And after what I saw out there tonight...we got a lot of work ahead of us.” He stepped around Everett and his bodyguard, clapping the young Jacobs on the shoulder as he passed by. “See ya bright and early tomorrow morning!”
As Levi exited the room, whistling a jaunty tune, Everett’s eyes narrowed and he pinched the bridge of his nose. “This is not going to end well.”
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Present Day
The scene opened up in the same setting as the previous video shot by Everett Jacobs, the same darkened room with the spotlight on the ornate chair set up in the centre of the room. And once again, the man of the hour came strolling in, smug as you please, his ever-present silent guardian standing sentinel behind the chair that the Jacobs prodigy lowered himself into. He raised a leg and rested his ankle across his knee, tenting his fingers in front of his face as he began to speak.
“You know, it would be rather uncouth of a man of my pedigree and social standing to sit here and say to you all that I told you so...but I’m going to do it anyway.” He let out a little snicker. “I. Told. You. So! I sat here and told you all that I was going to walk out of that match with my spot secured for the battle royal. Lo and behold, what did happen last week? I beat a former World Champion in my debut match! And I heard all of you whiners and complainers with your little comments.” His voice took on a mocking tone. “‘Oh, he barely did anything!’ ‘Oh, he just hid from Alexis the whole match!’ ‘Oh, he only won because Alexis got counted out!’” His voice went back to its normal timbre as he leveled an amused gaze to the camera. “Doesn’t matter how I did it, I still got the job done. And as if the night wasn’t amazing enough, I got to watch that degenerate filth you jokingly call a ‘World Champion’ get carted off to prison like the bottom-feeding trash that he is!” He let out a satisfied laugh, wiping an imaginary tear off his face. “Oh, that was the absolute cherry on top of an incredible night.” The amused look fell away from his face for a moment, replaced with a stern look. “But there is, of course, the matter of Matilda’s little...tantrum. Now, I want to make it clear that I’m not angry with you, Matilda. I know that your mind has been corrupted by all these…” He waved a dismissive hand through the air. “...people you’ve been associating with. Rest assured, I will make you see reason soon enough. Once I have that World title in my possession, you’ll realize just how wrong you’ve been. Which of course, leads me to this battle royal business this week.”
He reclined back in the chair, resting his hands on the armrests. “I get to be thrown into this lion’s den of hoodlums, thugs, and other assorted losers to earn my rightfully deserved shot at the World Championship?” He gave a derisive snort. “After they way I dealt with that Australian floozy, this will be nothing more than a walk in the park. I’m not even going to waste my time listing each and every one of you losers in this match because then you’d think that I care enough to give you any attention...which I don’t. Not in the slightest. All you are to me are obstacles in the way of the true face of PWS…” He pointed to himself, a smug grin overtaking his face. “Me. So, if you were smart - and I have my doubts about that - you’ll all just do yourselves a favour and throw yourselves over the top rope. You can all fight amongst yourselves to see who gets to take the two consolation prizes, because the World Championship shot is already claimed by the new face of PWS. Everett Jacobs. And you...can bank on it.”
With one more smug grin shot to the camera, the scene faded out to black.
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