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Post by Laura Phoenix - HBIC on Oct 31, 2020 12:47:52 GMT -5
PWS: Apex Presents: Tuesday Night Riot Tuesday November 10th, 2020 Live from the NEW PWS Arena New York, NY Shawn Young vs. Malachi RP Deadline is November 8th, 2020 11:59pm Eastern Maximum is 5000 Minimum is 300 Segment deadline is November 9th at Midnight
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Post by Malachi on Nov 8, 2020 22:00:34 GMT -5
Friday, October 23 Manhattan, New York City
Never in a million years did Malachi ever think that he would consider New York City home. But after spending the last few months in Las Vegas, most of which confined to a hotel room with far too many people he disliked immensely, he was grateful for the comfort and security of his own apartment.
Currently, he was relaxed on the couch, flipping through the channels on the television. There were still boxes stacked in small piles around the living room, filled with remnants of their time in Las Vegas. His phone chimed with an incoming text message, and he lifted it to see his sister’s name flash across the screen, along with four simple words - We need to talk.[/i]
This worried Mal slightly, as normally Alanah’s texts were filled with cutesy emojis and excessive exclamation points. He had a feeling this was coming, especially after the tag match and his conspicuous absence from the festivities surrounding her engagement. He let out a sigh and rose from the couch just as Bella walked out from the bathroom wrapped up in a fluffy robe, her hair damp from her shower.
“Where are you rushing off to?” she asked.
“Alanah needs to talk to me,” he said.
A wry grin quirked Bella’s lips as she sauntered past him to sit at her vanity. “Someone’s in trooooouuuble,” she singsonged as she ran a comb through her hair. Even Luka curled up on her bed in the corner seemed to give him a little smirk as she gruffed and laid her head on her paws. He gave the both of them a glare as he stalked out of the living room, stopped to slip his shoes on and headed out of the apartment.
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Half an hour later, he was standing at the doorstep of the luxury condo that Alanah and Jack had taken up residence in, shifting slightly on his feet. He contemplated going back home and telling Alanah that he was asleep and missed her message, but he knew that was just going to delay the inevitable. If anything, his baby sister was absolutely relentless when she was pursuing a goal, and right now it seemed that her goal was to have this long-overdue conversation. So, with a deep breath to steel his nerves, he raised a fist and knocked on the door.
It was only a moment before the door swung wide, but instead of seeing Alanah Mal was surprised to come face to face with Mattie Cormier. She gave him a little smirk, opening the door for him to enter and folding her arms across her chest. “Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in. I was starting to wonder if you were ever gonna show your face around here after...well, everything that went down.”
He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Yeah, well...it’s kinda…” He let out a heavy sigh. “Look, things are kinda complicated.”
Mattie quirked an eyebrow. “The only one making them complicated is you, chico.”
A sharp retort was on the tip of his tongue, but he bit it back. “Uh, I thought it was just me and Alanah?”
“Oh it is, I just came to collect your darling mother for a fitting.” Mattie leaned close to him and dropped her voice so that only the two of them could hear. “But I’ll tell you what I told Jack. You ever make my sweet, dearest best friend cry like that again...well, you know who I’m dating. Comprende, amigo?”
Mal’s eyes widened a fraction as he swallowed hard. “Uh, yeah,” he said.
In an instant, the smile was back on her face. “So glad we’re on the same page.” She gave him a pat on the cheek just as Aileen came into the foyer. She seemed surprised to see her middle child in the doorway, but gave him a smile and a hug. “Mal, what brings you here?”
“Alanah said she needed to talk to me.”
Understanding dawned on the O’Connell matriarch’s face as she looked at him. “Oh, I see. Well, we’ll be out of your hair shortly.” She slipped on her shoes and grabbed her purse, but just before she followed Mattie out of the door, she turned and gave Mal a pointed look. “Now, if you have any brains in that thick head of yours, you’ll listen to what your sister has to say. Do you understand me, boy?”
In an instant, he felt like he was eight years old again, standing in the kitchen being scolded after getting caught sneaking dessert before dinner. His cheeks burned red in embarrassment, and he heard Mattie let out a little giggle from out in the hallway. “Yes, Ma.”
She smiled again at him, before turning and closing the door behind her. Letting out a long breath, he strode into the living room. There, he saw Alanah seated on the couch, dressed in a long flowing flower-print skirt and a loose white T-shirt. A pair of crutches rested against the arm of the couch, reminding him of the injured knee she sustained at the Dishonored event ten days prior. Curled up in her lap was little Pip, with Lady and Potato lying at each of her sides. She looked up when he entered the room, giving him a disarmingly sweet smile. “Hi Mal,” she said. “I’d get up to hug you, but…” She gestured to her right knee, where he knew under the folds of her skirt she was wearing a stabilizing brace while she waited for the sprain to heal up.
He held up a hand to her. “It’s fine, Lanah. I understand.”
She extended a hand to the chair in front of her. “Come sit, Mal.”
“I’m OK to stand, thanks.”
Suddenly, her cheery demeanour was gone, and she leveled an icy gaze towards him, her brown eyes narrowing dangerously. “I said sit, Malachi.” The tone of her voice was harsh, indicating she wasn’t about to ask again.
For the second time that day, he was caught completely off-guard and his eyes widened, but he wisely decided to heed his sister’s command and dropped into the chair. In an instant, her sweet expression was back in place as she reached towards the coffee table, picking up the pot of tea and pouring two cups. She handed one over to him, and he took it without question. She added a little sugar to hers and took a sip, humming with satisfaction as she gently set her cup down on its saucer.
Meanwhile, Mal squirmed uncomfortably in his seat, knowing full well what Alanah was doing. She was drawing this out and making him uncomfortable, letting him twist in the wind. But just before he was about to speak, she cleared her throat and leveled him with the most intense, serious gaze she had ever had in her lifetime. To Mal, she was a near mirror image of their mother whenever she was giving the boys trouble for the shenanigans they would get up to. But the fact that it was his younger sister unnerved him greatly.
“I have a lot that I need to say, so I want you to promise me that you won’t say a word until I am finished. Nod if you understand.”
Crap, here it comes, he thought, but he nodded slowly.
“Look, I don’t know what your problem with Jack is, but it needs to stop. Now. I get maybe in the beginning of our relationship you had the whole ‘overprotective big brother’ thing going, but it’s been almost two years now and if anything it’s just got worse. I know Jack has been trying his hardest to get along with you and Lach, and you’ve been making it extremely difficult.” She glanced down at her hands for a moment in a show of vulnerability. “I admit, I probably haven’t spoken up about this as much as I needed to, but I’m doing it now.” She looked back up to him, the fierce look back on her face. “Jack and I are getting married, and nothing you do or say is going to change that. If you can’t be happy for us, then…” She trailed off, biting at her lower lip. “Then I’m sorry, but we just can’t be around you.”
His eyes went wide and he was aware that his jaw had dropped slightly. “Alanah, you can’t be -”
She held up her hand. “I’ve gone through too much emotional strain not just this year, but last year when you and Lachy were fighting. And I’ve come to realize that I need to start setting boundaries for myself if I really want to be happy. Now, you don’t have to answer right away. Take some time to really think about things. But just know that I’m quite serious about this.”
He was struck speechless, and he slumped down in his chair, running a hand down his face. This was not what I was expecting at all. Guess I’ve got a lot of thinking to do...
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The room was nondescript, slightly dim, with only a lone folding chair to occupy it. And that was perfectly fine with Malachi. He didn’t need fancy backgrounds or elaborate props. He wanted everyone to focus on what he had to say...and he had quite a bit to say. The man of the hour now sauntered into the camera frame, taking a seat in the chair and leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees and fixing the camera with his cold, intense blue-eyed gaze.
“I want to make one thing perfectly, unmistakably, absolutely crystal fuckin’ clear to all of you watching at home, all the boys and girls in the back, all the suits in the offices of PWS - I am coming for that World title again. There may have been some detours on the road, but make no mistake, I am coming for what is mine. And when - not if, WHEN - I do get there and I become the two-time PWS Apex World Heavyweight champion...you can be damn sure that title will not be leaving my possession for a good, long time.”
He leaned back ever so slightly, a sarcastic smirk gracing his face as he rubbed at his bearded chin. “But before I get there, it seems there’s yet another roadblock in my way. Some hotshot rookie punk thinks he’s gonna waltz in here and make his name off of me.” Mal shook his head, his face falling into a look of disdain. “Look, I don’t know who you are, I don’t know your background, and quite frankly….I don’t care. The only thing you are to me is my next victim. I am hellbent on climbing my way back to the apex of this company - pun fully intended.” He smirked a little. “And I’ll be damned if I let some snot-nosed little shitheel with delusions of grandeur come waltzing in like his shit don’t stink.”
He reclined back in the chair, lacing his fingers together and resting them across his lower chest. Despite the relaxed state of his body, his blue eyes burned a hole through the camera lens with their intensity and fire. “Sure, you may have picked up a debut win against that prissy little flipper Miles Kasey, but that’s hardly something to brag about. Especially with the bullshit that surrounded that clusterfuck of a match. Basically, you got lucky. But lightning won’t strike twice for you.”
“See, I may not give a flying fuck who you are, but if you’re smart, you’ll do your research on me. I’m a former World Champion. Pound for pound the toughest, strongest, most tenacious bastard on this entire roster. The best pure athlete this company has ever seen. And, according to most people I come into contact with, a right asshole with a mean streak a mile long. And believe me...I take that as a compliment. But, I’m feeling a bit generous this week, so here’s what I’m going to do. When you step into that ring with me on Tuesday night, I’m gonna give you two options.” He held up one finger. “One, you do the smart thing and lay your ass down in the middle of the canvas, and I might consider not knocking your bloody head clean off your shoulders. You’ll live to fight another day.” He held up a second finger. “Two, you try to swagger in, all full of piss and vinegar, and you make an attempt - a foolish attempt - to try and put me down. All that option will get you is the absolute shit kicked out of you for as long as I feel is necessary until you get the message. That message being that I am not the man you want to try to build your meagre little career off of.”
He put his hand back down, leaning forward in the chair again. “When I started this off by saying I was coming for the World title again, that wasn’t just an idle statement. It was a god damn promise. And I don’t care who I have to go through to get there, because I will clear this entire roster to get back to that spot. And if I’m being honest, I am holding on to every hope that Mack is still holding that belt once I get there, because that is one demon I need to shake off. So, kid, let me give you some advice - sit this one out. Because I am on the road to the top, and if you get in my way?”
He stood up quickly, shoving the chair back and getting in close to the camera with a snarl on his face. “I’ll make you roadkill.”
He drew a thumb across his throat in his signature gesture before stalking off screen, leaving the camera to fade out on the image of the overturned chair before fading out to black.
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Post by Shawn Young on Nov 8, 2020 23:52:59 GMT -5
Coming back home for the last time for a while. Seattle, Washington. Thursday, 29th October. (Off Camera)
Although Shawn wasn't meant to come home, he had to get his personal belongings which Shawn himself notified his parents. Shawn didn't know that he had to stay there and in a hotel, thinking he'd come home, but it wasn't the case. However as Shawn manages to pack everything, including his X-Box one console and a few games that he plans for the trip, on top of disconnecting his Amazon Fire TV stick, there was a call downstairs from his father.
Liam Young: "Shawn, can you come downstairs when you got a minute?"
Shawn Young: "Sure thing, dad. I get my things packed away first before doing so."
The only downside of going away was Shawn missing two things, a laptop and a trampoline to jump on. He shook his head, seeing the wrestling posters of himself and other wrestlers he met, even one of his mentor as well. He decides to lay in his bed and talks to himself.
Shawn Young: "I'm going to miss this place for a while. Because I'm on the road to being a champion for Apex Wrestling, think my debut for the company went well enough that they want to keep me. I'm going to miss this bedroom, but at the same time, I had enough being here and not doing anything for money. It was about time for me to earn money for myself. I better continue to pack a few more things before leaving for a few months."
That was a good thing about Apex Wrestling they allowed Shawn to return home to do this more because he wasn't fully prepared to live in New York for a bit since he was still a young kid who still wasn't allowed to drink alcohol. He got up from his bed and packed a lot more clothes, although his parents said they'll send him more through the post.
Two bags were enough for Shawn as he zips the second bag up and takes them downstairs to the front door. As he placed his bags there, he walked to the living room, due to his parents wanting to talk to Shawn before he leaves for the time being and his dad looks at Shawn in his eyes.
Liam Young: "I asked you down here because your mum and I got you something you will need on your travels, something we should've gotten you a long time ago."
Lily comes out of the room and gives Shawn a large parcel which was ordered from the internet. Shawn had no clue what it was as he starts to open it, and then there was the present his parents got him. He got a laptop. It was undoubtedly something Shawn needed when it comes to posting videos online.
Shawn Young: "That's perfect. I did need a laptop; thank you very much."
Lily Young: "We also got you a mouse and a mouse mat to make things easier for you when you upload your videos online for everyone to see."
Liam Young: "No problem at all. We weren't going to let you leave without a gift now, were we?"
Shawn Young: "No, but I wasn't expecting it. Now the only thing I'm missing is a trampoline. I suppose I have to order a small indoor one online and bring it to my hotel room. My hotel room is pretty big, and I'm staying in New York."
Lily Young: "Shame, we can't come and see you wrestle because of our job. Oh, and we're sorting something big out for our family. You know that room you always say we should use for something? Well, we're working towards that."
Shawn shrugs his shoulders, not sure what his parents wanted to do. It took him a while to come round with it, and he says this.
Shawn Young: "Are you saying you're pregnant?"
Liam Young: "No. You are on the right track with your thoughts because we've been discussing having another child in our family. It will be something better than to use it for storage. We got a shed to store things now because we want to use that empty room to something we can benefit us and for you too."
Shawn Young: "Are you thinking of adopting a kid?"
Lily Young: "Yes. We only spoke about it, not gone to an orphanage or anything, but we're doing what you said. Isn't that good?"
Shawn nodded, it was something to benefit the empty room they've had as a spare for all those years, but the discussion of having an adopted brother or sister has come up just now? Shawn gasps and places his hand on his mouth. Liam pats Shawn on his shoulder to comfort him of the plans, and he says this in response to it all.
Shawn Young: "Well, that came out of the blue. It is good to have another kid in the family. I wish you both the best in the search, and when this lockdown for wrestlers being prevented from seeing families is over, I'm sure you would've found a perfect son or daughter to have in our family."
Liam Young: "We also hope you'll come home and win a title this time in Apex. It seemed like you haven't lost your touch against Miles and that guy's a former champion, or so the commentators said on the show."
Shawn Young: "Yeah, he was a perfect opponent for me, reminding me what I was like in the ring, but I got a few more moves up my alley you guys haven't seen before. However, I wouldn't say I liked Richard Ryder coming out to distract Miles in the match to give me the win. Just shaking my head on it."
Lily Young: "We understand and yes, that shouldn't have happened in the match. It's one of those things. Unfortunately, that happened. I know it's hard to look that you've won the match, but you did, and sadly, a win's a win, regardless of what you think."
Shawn nodded as he holds the laptop in his hands which he gets the charger with it and takes it up to his bedroom to place in his rucksack as Shawn knew he couldn't take it as checked luggage. He has everything that he can take with him, even grabbed a few wrestling DVD's to watch before he zips up his rucksack and places it on his back with other essentials in there. He closes his bedroom door and goes downstairs to the living room, and then the taxi honks outside. Shawn's parents start crying.
Lily Young: "We will miss you, Shawn."
Liam Young: "He's a young man growing up. He'll be back before you know it."
Shawn nodded, although what his dad said had been on his mind a lot lately. Before he walked out of the door, he hugged his parents and then picked his bags up to leave his home. Shawn places his checked luggage in the boot of the car. Shawn then places his rucksack on the back-seat before sitting in there. He waves to his parents who waved back from their window and saw Shawn taking off to the airport in Seattle for the last time for months at a time. He gets the plane straight to New York and then a taxi picking him up to take him straight to the hotel where he'll live there, permanently until the lockdown was over.
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Shawn in his new home a week and three days after moving in. New York City, New York. Sunday 8th November (On Camera)
It's been hard for Shawn to do so much travelling for the last few days of moving here and then going back home to get things that make it more of a home for Shawn. Then coming back on Friday to the same hotel room he had a couple of weeks ago. Although this time, Shawn wouldn't be too bored with wrestling and being paid for doing so.
His opponent was announced a few days after leaving his parents house on a guy who's a big name in Apex, Malachi. He was Lachlan's brother from the battles Shawn's watched in another company and being a former Apex Champion for the company as well. It was certainly a higher step than Shawn realised with his rise being quite rapid with him getting the chance to face a former champion straight away. He begins to speak while sitting on the balcony outside of his apartment.
Shawn Young: “I wasn't satisfied or proud to have won against Miles Kasey to be honest when I had the win handed to me by Richard. I hate winning that way, and it's not something I will be bragging about because I learnt from the best I don't celebrate or brag on wins like that. If Miles wants my help on taking Richard Ryder down, let me know, and I'll be up for it because you deserved better than that."
Shawn shook his head, seeing how quiet New York is with barely any honking you get and people not walking as much as it usually would. Shawn saw the emotion of being lost and sad about not being able to do anything.
Shawn Young: “I know who would though, my opponent himself Malachi. The type of guy who will brag and be proud of winning a match on someone handing him the victory. But it still doesn't take away the threat you pose. You were a champion of this company, and you were the last one until Mack took it from you. It's impressive, and it seems like you're on a roll to get another title shot as well.”
Shawn nodded as he was the kind of guy who would love to bounce, but his trampoline hadn't arrived yet he ordered on amazon a few weeks ago. Shawn sighed, thinking about the history he had with title matches, especially the Action Wrestling Cruiserweight title shot he blew.
Shawn Young: “I'm the jumping jackrabbit who can fly around the ring and taking you down because you are one grumpy and angry guy. I don't get it; you're sister is married to a guy you hate so much which I saw from the video you did for the tag match. You can't pick and choose family dude, and you need to start to get along with Jack Russow. Why you don't like him, I have no idea, but I've never been a fan of family brawls. My mentor has experienced that, and he didn't like his brother at first. He then had to get along because their parent died, so I suggest you do something about being friends before it gets a whole lot worse.”
Shawn shrugged as he barely knew his mentor's life outside of the ring well, apart from the family member he didn't get along with were closer than ever. Shawn scratches his head and takes a drink of his water. He continues where he left off.
Shawn Young: “I feel you're afraid of something bad happening to your sister. It's completely understandable, but at the same time, if Jack hasn't done anything wrong to your sister, then why do you want to provoke the situation farther? Why don't you want to get along with your brother Lachlan either? Two nice guys and you seem to hate their guts. Can't you find a way to accept them? It will cost you your wrestling career, and you're at a high risk of losing your family members, being all alone as well. Just chill out, dude.”
It was hard for Shawn to express, and some may find that Shawn might've surprised everyone by his knowledge of Malachi's family problems.
Shawn Young: “I do view you as a threat because of the hunger you have to win the APEX title so badly once again. I'm not thinking about titles right now because I need to win by myself without having people interrupting the match to help me win. I was annoyed by it then, and I still am right now. I hope you continue to be grumpy and say anything you want about me, but I'm not going to care. I don't care if you think I'm just too small to be a wrestler because those who said it, can't become wrestlers. I am, and I've proved everyone wrong that I got here by my own merit.”
Shawn saw it was going to get intense between him and Malachi, the type of opponent who would thrash Shawn to pieces and he continues.
Shawn Young: “You may have won the tag match a few weeks ago, but you won't get one on me, not with the win I have behind me. I got momentum on my side, much like you have as well admittedly, but your moves from what I've seen are mostly technical base. I was also aware you're angry at what happened at Dishonoured. Rightfully so, you'll clock the head of who attacked your sister. Until then, you got me to deal with. I have a feeling; despite the fact, you've been champion. You defeated the former Collateral Damage Champion and the tag partner she has, despite that, it won't go anywhere, other than using my finisher and pinning you for the three count."
Shawn takes a breather, sighing and tutting on the actions of Malachi, realising he will not like Shawn and how he wrestles and represents himself as a wrestler. He sees pigeons flying away from the balcony and speaks for the last time.
Shawn Young: “You may not like me, but it won't stop me, putting a complete halt on your title aspirations of being an Apex champion again. I want to win titles as well, that's why I came here to wrestle. Who knows if I pin you in the middle of the ring where it will lead me? I will show you everything in the ring, and you will struggle to get me off my feet, especially when I'm a wrestler who wants to do nothing but fly. That's what Jumping Jacks like me do in the ring. Watch out for The Young Hit Wonder, coming to New York arena to beat Malachi all over the place, until I hit my finisher to pin him. Good luck, pal, because you're going to need it.”
Shawn stops recording his video before he then places it on youtube via the laptop his parents got him as a goodbye and see you soon present. He uploads it all before he goes back on the balcony and drinks water.
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