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Post by Laura Phoenix - HBIC on Jan 3, 2021 21:36:44 GMT -5
PWS: APEX presents RIOT
Tuesday, January 12, 2021
LIVE from PWS Arena in New York, NY
Singles Match
Dawn Warren vs Jonathan Sanders
CARD SUBJECT TO CHANGE
RP Deadline Sunday, January 10, at 11:59pm EST
1 RP 300 word minimum/5000 word maximum
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Post by Jonathan Sanders on Jan 9, 2021 22:12:50 GMT -5
*After a long and difficult year, 2020 is finally over. The past twelve months have seen a litany of changes in the wrestling business, and fans are finally looking to the future; namely, the first "PWS: Apex Riot" of 2021! The show appears set to begin with a bang, a stellar card lined up showcasing some new faces and some old, but after the familiar PWS opening montage we're not immediately greeted with the Riot theme song and a shot of the arena, but instead the feed slowly fades in to reveal what appears to be the inside of a comic book shop. Rows of longboxes line the aisles, each filled to the brim with back-issues of Batman and Spider-Man and the Fantastic Four, the walls are replete with posters of various comic book characters and movies, and a huge replica X-Wing hangs from the ceiling above the checkout counter. Panning slowly through the shop we pass many shelves of assorted Funko Pop! figures, a life-sized cutout of Chewbacca standing in front of a glass display cabinet full of Sideshow Collectibles statues, and finally come to rest on a large table. Two stacks of trade paperback and hardcover collected editions of famous storylines like "Batman: The Long Halloween" and "Kingdom Come" are piled up on either side, but in the centre is an empty space where the surface of the tabletop is visible. Slowly, Jonathan Sanders saunters into view from off-camera. The newly-introduced Lost Cause is wearing a similar outfit to the one he sported when PWS: Apex fans were introduced to him over the holidays, with an "Asking Alexandria" t-shirt and black jeans adorned with chains. He's holding two boxes under his arms, one small and square and the other somewhat longer and flatter. The self-styled Outsider's jet-black hair is slicked to one side, barely brushing his left eyebrow, and once again his eyes are rimmed with black eyeliner. Softly, with the deliberate cadence and tone of a spoken-word poet, the Snake of Eden is reciting lyrics to himself as he moves.*"Ain't it fun, living in the real world? Ain't it good, being all alone?"
*Jonathan stops now, turning to face the table, the performance continuing as he places the boxes down on the table before him.*
"I don't mind letting you down easy, but just give it time...
And if it don't hurt now, then just wait. Just wait a while..."*Jonathan pauses now, his head slowly rising to face the camera. A wicked little smirk flickers across his features.*"Powerful lyrics. Moving, if you really listen...though, I fear they get lost somewhat in the upbeat tone of the song. But that's Paramore for you; it's no secret why they chose to name themselves after a synonym for a 'hopeless romantic'."*Sanders pauses once again, the smirk slowly fading as he speaks his next line.*"Let's talk about hope. It's something I've been giving some thought to recently, in light of current events. Hope is a...difficult emotion; very powerful, but few seem to realize the damage it can cause. See, hope keeps us hanging on...even when we probably shouldn't. Hope tells us everything will be okay, even when that's clearly not the case. It fills us with false courage, convincing the weak they have a chance against impossible odds. Hope inspires us to keep fighting, prevents us from seeing the truth when the battle is already lost. It tells us we can win...when the game was rigged from the start."*Another pause, now, as Sanders moves to open the smaller, square box. He leaves the contents inside for the moment.*"Dawn Warren knows this truth better than anyone. How long have you had hope, Dawn? How long have you been this irrepressible force of pep and optimism? How long have you insisted on relying on a system that just keeps letting you down?"*Sanders' bitter, sadistic grin blossoms as his eyes lock with the camera once more, leaning forward and placing his hands on the table.*"See, I know, Dawn. I remember what it's like to be that person; that bright-eyed, bushy-tailed, blissful little child who still believes in heroes. The one who is so certain that good will triumph over evil, that the light will always outweigh the dark; that human beings are fundamentally kind. I know how it feels to see such wonder in the world, to be so excited for the future...and I know how much it hurts when that all comes crumbling down. And you'll know it too, in time. You'll see those heroes fall, that light fade to shadow, and human beings will show you that their true nature is nothing more than tearing each other apart. But tonight, Dawn, you will learn the first of those all-important lessons; tonight, you learn that evil will always defeat good."*At this point, Jonathan pauses again, swiftly reaching inside the box and producing a small, vinyl Scrappy Doo Funko Pop! figurine. He holds the figure up for a moment, turning it around to admire the detail before placing it on the table in full view.*"Right now, this is the way you see yourself, isn't it? You're the plucky, take-on-all-comers underdog who stands up to bullies, and never backs down from a fight. But we know that's not reality, don't we? No, in reality you're just a sad, frightened little puppy who works so hard to win her teachers' approval because you feel empty and worthless without it. It's the same reason you became a professional wrestler; you crave the adoration, the love of these imbecilic, sycophantic 'fans' to make you feel like your life has meaning to it. To make you feel like you matter."*Sanders leans forward one more time, glaring holes through the camera with an intensity reflected in his voice, barely above a hoarse whisper.*"But you don't matter, Dawn. Not really. In the end, NOTHING does, and tonight I'm going to help you see that."*As the Lost Cause speaks his next line, he motions to the Scrappy Doo figure on the table before him.*"You see, this may be who YOU are, Dawn; this boisterous, bubbly little pup, but this?"*He reaches into the longer, flatter box and retrieves a six-inch action figure of the Joker, holding a little green-and-purple submachine gun.*"THIS is who I am."*Jonathan places the Joker figure on the table, positioning it so the gun is pointed directly at the back of Scrappy Doo's head before once again locking eyes with the camera.*"I am an irresistible black hole of hatred and misery, an engine of chaos so dark and violent that I will destroy everyone and everything you have EVER LOVED just to tear you down!"*After practically screaming the preceding sentence, Jonathan takes a moment now to calm himself, shutting his eyes and inhaling deeply as the expression of abject rage fades into another bitter, chilling half-smirk.*"I am not the hero in my story, Dawn, but I am content to be the villain in yours. Tonight will not end like some vapid children's comic book, with the heroine mustering her strength and fighting through adversity to overcome the machinations of evil, no. Tonight will end far more akin to a heartbreaking, real-world crime documentary; a cautionary tale about what happens to foolish little girls who think they can be superheroes."*With that, he's finished, and the Lost Cause reaches forward to flick the Scrappy Doo figurine with his thumb and middle finger, causing it to topple onto the ground, where we linger on the fallen toy for just a beat before fading into the intro to Riot.*
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dawn
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Post by dawn on Jan 10, 2021 21:02:27 GMT -5
Everywhere I turn I feel like I have amounted to just one huge let down. I know I shouldn’t really feel that way. After all I have had it all. I excelled at the top of my class as my school’s Valedictorian. I had college scholarships to just about every major school in the country. I could have went to Harvard, Princeton, or even Yale but as enticing as that might have sounded the only thing I ever wanted was to be a professional wrestler. It’s the only thing that seemed to appeal to me and I guess most of that has to do with watching my sister in law Kate Steele rise through the ranks and make a big name for herself…
Or even watching my other sister in law Cindy Warren fight tooth and nail to showcase that even the nicest girls can achieve greatness. I guess both of my brothers of James and Teddy aren’t that bad either. They both have went on to win championship gold and here I am left in the dust looking up to four major role models in my life.
I feel like I have the tools to be just like them. I have the tools to really make a difference and to make something happen. I just need that small push so I could get over whatever is holding me back. I know I shouldn’t feel so down in the dumps but I know that greatness exists within me. We just have to bring it out.
This was supposed to be the happiest few weeks of my life. My best friend Bella just got married. My brother Teddy and his wife Kate are pregnant, and we are finally out of the mess that is 2020. With a brand new year comes a chance for new beginnings, and I can really jump ahead of the pack. I have finally found my way to being booked again and this could have been the chance I was waiting for.
However as I look at the situation there is just something in me that just doesn’t feel it. I feel I have been a letdown. I have been one big disappointment and just when I was about to gain some steam I found myself at the end of a concussion. Laura wouldn’t really let me fight and I had to sit on the backburner. It’s about because Heather Haze went too far and I was just left in the dust…
I know for a fact that I am so much better than that though. After all I am a Warren and even when the going gets tough I just have to put all of my biggest fears to the side and go out there, and do what I do best. I have the chance to finally do that this week because standing in front of me is a man named Jonathan Sanders.
How is it going Mr. Sanders?!
Let me just say from the bottom of my heart that I welcome you to the fold. I can tell that you are going to be super vicious and I will definitely have my hands full. You stand a foot taller than me and even though you are only 180ish pounds that would probably make you the smallest person in the ring. You however are facing a little girl who barely breaks over 100 pounds and I know you have the advantage that you could probably just rag doll me across the ring.
You probably could outwrestle me as well and on paper I can see exactly what this is about. This is a chance for you to waltz right into this company build some steam by beating somebody who has been struggling like me and go on to face bigger and better talent.
Normally that would be the case but let me explain something to you. I came to this company to be a wrestler. If I wanted the easy path to success I would have joined a company where my name has some legacy to it and follow in the steps of my brother, but that’s not the case here.
Here I have to create my legend and I won’t stop until I eventually work my way into getting what I want. I refuse to be anybody’s welcome mat and I plan to stop you right in your tracks. Not just because I want too but because I need too. I need to change the narrative when it comes to me and showcase to the world that this Pink Puppy has a bite that far exceeds the power of her bite. She might be small but damn it she has the biggest heart.
It’s that heart that will fuel the adrenaline to produce a drive and determination that just won’t be stopped and that starts with you Jonathan. I know I said earlier that I might be small but do you know who else was among one of the smallest in the bunch?!
Scrappy Doo… He might have been annoying but if you watch the cartoon you would see he wasn’t scared of anything. He was always willing to throw himself into the fray and was ready for a fight. I feel like I am the same. Nothing can stop me, and nothing will scare me. I have to fight and throughout everything you will come to know what Puppy power truly means.
See you soon Jonathan and I honestly wish you the best of luck because you certainly will need it…
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