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Post by Laura Phoenix - HBIC on Feb 10, 2021 22:12:27 GMT -5
PWS: APEX Demon’s Run Tuesday, February 23rd 2021 PWS Arena - New York, NY
PWS: APEX World Championship Triple Threat Mack McKane (c) vs. Malachi vs. Sierra Williams For months, Mack McKane has been on an absolute tear in PWS, as he is still currently undefeated. Last year at Demon’s Run, Mack won the PWS: APEX World Championship from Malachi. This year, can Malachi return the favor? Or will Sierra Williams, whose been added to the mix, walk away with the victory?
Roleplay Deadline will be Sunday, February 21 11:59pm est 1 rp each, 300 word minimum , 5000 maximum
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Post by Sierra Williams on Feb 16, 2021 4:36:10 GMT -5
Don't give a fuck running through my head All these years wishing I was dead Took a walk outside, made a milli instead Gotta say this time 'cause I can't say goodbye I'm living on the edge, now I'm MIA And if I come back, never be the same
Brotherly Love Thunder Bay Ontario Canada Last Week
It was weird being home so much. Sierra had been drifting in and out. From the US back to Canada, a match every few weeks, appearances and live events, but really she hadn’t been used that much in the capacity she wanted. But a few weeks ago the news filtered through. Sierra was getting world title shot, she was returning and she was going to be able to go back to try and get revenge. The place she had set her sights and heart on, the place she started to become the wrestler people now feared. She had come back to Canada, she had been visiting with her family as Lachlan traveled back and forth to see his sister.
The girls were with their grandparents, her mother Marie and her father Oscar. And Sierra had decided she needed to stay in shape and wandered down to the local gym and wrestling school where ten years ago she started this journey. Sierra stood on the apron in red and black lycra pants, a loose fitting black Lachlan Kane shirt and her hands pulling on tape around her wrist. Meanwhile, her older brothers Diego and Rico Lopez moved in the ring and hit the ropes while laughing at each other.
Rico: “Diego, you move like Dad, come on man you’re only 32”
He laughed at his older brother, Rico slowly looked over at Sierra who shook her head.
Rico: “Yo you getting in or what?”.
Diego slamming Rico with a tackle tackling him down, Rico hit the mat hard and laughed as the breath left his body. Diego shook his head and stepped over Rico.
Rico: “Idiota!.”
He sighed and leaned against the ropes near Sierra.
Diego: “So, you come home for a break but decide to “work out” then...not work out?”
He scoffed as Sierra slowly stepped in the ring.
Sierra: “Hey, I just thought I’d let you two warm up, the old bones don’t move as fast as they used to.”
Rico groaned and got to his feet taking in a few deep breaths to get his wind back before standing on the other side of Sierra, his hand going through his thick black hair.
Rico: “Hey, he might be in his thirties, I’m only a year older than you.” Sierra raised an eyebrow and slowly reached a finger out poking Rico’s stomach.
Sierra: “Yeah?...you’re about to turn thirty...and you look like you’ve been eating too much of mom's cooking.”
Rico looked offended and wrapped his arms over his stomach stepping back with a raised eyebrow as Diego smirked and walked towards the center of the ring with him. It had been a while since she’d seen her brothers. They had followed in their father's footsteps at a young age, younger than Sierra. They were both early teens when they started working out in a ring. Something very normal in the lucha world. But something that made them seem different and special in Canada where they were born and raised. As Rico and Diego took cheap shots at each other Sierra seemed to just laugh and drift off looking through the gym, remembering what it was like walking in there for the first time. The smells, air being thick and the butterflies in her stomach. She shook her head and snapped back to reality as Rico hit the mat hard.
Rico: “COME ON MAN I HAVE A MATCH TONIGHT!”
She couldn’t help but laugh and roll her eyes as she rolled her wrists, drifting off into her thoughts.
5 Years Earlier
Sierra was angry and frustrated. She tore through the gym and passed other students. Ones working on the mats, working out with weights, and some in the ring hitting the ropes. Sierra didn’t look at any of them, didn’t talk to any, just storming through into the female locker room kicking the door open. She reached forward and pulled the door to her locker back with such force one of the hinges bent and twisted. The other girls shuffled out of the room leaving Sierra alone, she pulled her shirt off before throwing on a compression shirt and workout pants, she moved back out onto the main floor when her brother Diego stood in front of her.
Sierra: ”What?....”
Sierra growled and looked up at her brother. His hair was done in cornrows to keep it out of his eyes, he shook his head and sighed deeply, his hand reaching out to his little sister's shoulder giving her a small pat on the side.
Diego: ”You have to calm down Si.”
Sierra ground her teeth together, her hands clasping into fists as Diego sighed and stepped sideways leading his sister to a quiet part of the gym, her eyes trailed across the floor as she saw Rico, their other brother rolling on the mats with others and laughing.Diego and Rico were a popular tag team in the local scene. They wrestled all around Canada and even into the Northern US states. Sierra wanted to be like them, she wanted to drive hours to wrestle in front of new people to work as a wrestler, to quit her job at Taco Bell. But training had been slow, the time seemed to drag. Diego and Rico helped her when they could but Diego had told her over and over she wasn’t ready to do anything but spot shows.
Diego: ”What is it?. You came in like a bull in a china shop…”
Sierra shook her head and put her hands on her hips trying to keep calm, the anger rising up in her chest.
Sierra: ”My friends are right, I’m not, I’m not advancing.”
Diego raised an eyebrow confused as Sierra started to pace a little before looking up at her older brother.
Sierra: ”Am I, am I bad at this?. Do I have a chance D?. I can’t justify it anymore.”
Diego stood still, his jaw dropped as he wanted to say something, anything to calm his sister. Sierra turned and wiped the tears from her eyes going back into the locker room, Diego sighed heavily and shook his head, not even hearing Rico walk up behind him.
Rico: ”Is Si ok?”
Diego: ”Nah man...not by a long shot…”
Rico: Si?...yo you there Si?”
We snap back to present day, Sierra Williams is back in the ring, Diego and Rico stand in front of her, both with smiles on their faces as Sierra steps forward and gives them a nod.
Sierra: Sorry, I was just thinking...remembering. You know. You two have always had my back, never asked for anything, always been happy to see me succeed.”
She looks down and smiles, her brothers both look at each other and give each other a nod before stepping forward. Rico reaches out, his hand touching one shoulder as Diego touches the other. Sierra swallows hard trying to hold back tears before stepping forward into a hug, holding them both tight. Something they rarely do, something she rarely feels. Sierra is not the type to show affection. It took her months to become comfortable with Lachlan. But now, now she needed her family.
Diego: You didn’t need us to be a success Si…”
Rico: Nah...you know damn well you were gonna rise to the top. Out of all of us...you always had the drive ya know?”
She gave a small nod and stepped back folding her arms before clearing her throat and willing the tears back into her eyes.
Sierra: “But. This is different. A world title. The face of a company. Am I ready?. Do you think I can do this?”
They both laughed, Sierra furrowed her brow and her heart sank. Why were they laughing?
Diego: You kidding?...you were born ready…”
Rico: “According to mom you came out kickin…”
She raised an eyebrow and shook her head. The smart assed nature of her brothers never ceased to amaze and entertain. But this was serious. This was a moment Sierra always dreamed about, this was something she wanted as a little girl. And one that she knew she could earn.
Diego: Look Si, All things come when you’re ready, first time, the first match, you weren’t ready. This time?...well you are. And we’re here to help….so lets get to work eh?”
She smiled wider and cracked her knuckles, the ring felt bigger, smoother and more like home.
Last Resort
Sierra: “What did I say?”
Sierra's voice was low, the french canadian side of her accent shining through as she seems to be calm. Intense. But calm. She shakes her head, her long hair flowing out from under a black and red trucker snapback, a red bandana tied up around her neck.
Sierra: “I’ll repeat it again. Mack McKane can’t run forever.”
Her lips curl into a smirk, her lips covered in a pink lipstick that goes with her caramel skin.
Sierra: “For the last few weeks I have been putting in dominant performances. Riot after Riot Sierra Williams has been building over and over. In fact my last loss, was against Mack. That is the last time I walked out of an Apex ring, a loser. Makarios, Moondust, Young, Krash, O’Brian. All of them have fallen to me and before that it was the triple threat tag team match, my second ever match. Face it, everyone talks about the champion being dominant, but what about me?”
“What. About. Me?”
“I have set Apex on fire. And I have done it my way. I declined to re-sign with Sin City Wrestling and it wasn’t because I didn’t enjoy working there, no no no. It was one reason. Because I believe in Apex Wrestling. I believe in PWS Apex and I want to help lead this company into the future. And before I get into the triple threat match and the implications of me becoming the champion I want to say that, I hate some of the matches I have had here. And it’s not because I think I could have done better, it’s because I should be facing the best of the best every week. Moondust and Stacy o’Brian are not that.”
“I don’t want easy matches.”
“I wanted Haze, any of the Russows, Bella Madison, Nick Madison, Cleo Phillips. I would face anyone and everyone, because unlike others here, I want the best. I have always wanted the best. Hell I would have gone one on one with my husband if they had let me. Shit it wouldn’t be the first time Lachlan and I have faced each other.”
She can’t help but laugh, remembering their match in DIVISION. Her arms folding over her chest as she tilts her head with a small smile.
Sierra: “Now, at Demons Run I get my wish. I get to face the best of the best. I get to face someone who is undefeated. And the guy who he took the championship from one year ago at the last Demons Run. A guy who also happens to be family. Malachi. And what a match we are about to have. See, Mack and I have an issue that I’ll get into but let's have a look at Malachi. Everyone knows Malachi and I have not gotten along since day one. When Lachlan and I got together we were on top of the wrestling world, we had harmony. In our personal and professional lives, and then, Malachi attacked Lachlan. He attacked his own brother.”
“And I wanted to tear Malachi’s head off. I wanted to get my hands on him and try and rip off an arm and beat him to death with it. And you know you would have deserved it Malachi. You know for a fact you would have had it coming.”
“But, things have calmed down and now we have a happier family dynamic. And you are my brother in law and you know I love you and Bella. Thing is Malachi, it’s our personal life. I love you as family but in that ring, there is no family, there are no friends. And You know that as well as I do. In that ring, for that championship I will do anything I need to do. And I’m not going to give you the tired old line of it being “business not personal”. Cause when it comes to that championship it is damn sure personal.”
Sierra spits the last part, her green eyes lighting up as she paces a little getting hyped up, her accent changing from the French Canadian to more of a hispanic flare.
Sierra: “It’s personal to me and I know it’s personal to you. See, it’s been a whole year where you have had to sit back and watch Mack McKane hold that championship and lead this company. You lost to Mack in a sixty minute ironman match and you were able to pin and submit him. And that has to really burn you Mal. And I get it, you want that championship back, you want to get your hands on it and get revenge on him for taking it to begin with and you have earned it. You have been working hard and beating some of the best in this company. So I’m not going to sit here and claim you don’t deserve it.”
“This triple threat match is your chance to get the title back and become a two time PWS Apex world champion and if I wasn’t involved, if I wasn’t also in this match...well.. Mal you know I would want that for you. I would be sitting next to Lachlan and Bella and we would all be cheering you on.”
“But I am involved in this Malachi. I am going to be in that ring and in this match. And I will be doing everything I can to make sure I walk out with the Apex championship and you know damn sure why. You know how much it means to me, you know how much it has been driving me insane that I have not been able to get my hands on a singles championship. To prove that I don’t need Lachlan to be a champion. To prove I can get it done by myself. It is just unfortunate that to realise my dream...I need to kill yours…”
Her voice turned low, she takes a long deep breath and closes her eyes.
Sierra: “But, from killing someone else's dream, to the man who killed mine. Mack McKane. For the last year Mack, you have been the champion. And a great champion, a fighting champion, willing to put that title on the line at any time against whoever they want you to or whoever earned it. No one, and I mean no one can say any different. You and I stepped in that ring, one on one for that title four months ago. At Dishonored I did everything I could to beat you Mack, I tried my hardest and did my best but in the end it wasn’t good enough.”
“Thing is, I still walked away with my head held high and confidence.”
“Cause on that night I knew, I knew that your words were right, but at the wrong time. See before we had our match you said it was my time, but, it wasn’t. Now though? Now it is. Now is my time Mack, and while at Dishonored you beat me, it was more of an escape. And I was going to do everything I could to get another shot at you and that title. And four months later here we are. Admittedly it’s with a third person, and Malachi will do all he can to win that championship, but I know deep down in the pit of your stomach and that black void you call a soul you know, YOU FUCKING KNOW, I am the danger to your title…”
Sierra almost starts to yell, she shifts back and forth as the passion and fire burns in her eyes are bright as the red colour in her hair.
Sierra: “You have had a great run Mack, but all good things come to an end. And as much as you want to keep that title it NEEDS to come to someone else. It needs a new life and fresh blood. And I am the woman to do it. Malachi had his time, he had his chance and he did an admirable job, you came along and have been an amazing champion, but the sun is setting Mack, it’s starting to get dark and a new dawn needs to rise. And I am the sun ready to shine. Last time we faced, I wan’t ready, I wasn’t ready for the responsibility and I wasn’t ready to beat you. But now I am. I’m ready to carry the weight of the world on my shoulders and help Apex to grow.”
“Just like you did…”
“But your back, your shoulders, they have to be getting weary, tired and full of pain. Look at everything you have gone through Mack, you have had to defend that title against people like me while also putting up with Everett Jacobs and his personal attacks. All of that takes a toll, it breaks and beats you down and we can all see it in you. But, I’m not beaten down Jack, I have been busting my ass for years. Through WWH, DIVISION, SCW and now here. Apex is my home now, it’s where I want to be and it’s where I need to be. At Demons run, the three of us will step in that ring, we will do everything we can to try and dismember and beat each other down. And the sad part is all three of us deserve it.”
“Mack, the defending world weary champion.”
“Malachi, the former champion looking to reignite his dreams.”
“And me. The woman striving and begging for validation. A woman who has had success with the love of her life by her side but at every other chance to get something for herself has felt it slip through her goddamn fingers like grains of sand….make no mistake...Demons run is my time and I will be leaving as the Apex champion…”
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Post by Malachi on Feb 22, 2021 2:48:22 GMT -5
February 20 Manhattan, New York
In the bedroom of the high-rise loft that Malachi shared with his new wife Bella Madison, the Irishman could be seen pulling on a thermal long-sleeve shirt. He looked like he was dressing to head out to the outside gym, lovingly dubbed the Tin Can, when a high-pitched shriek sounded through the entire apartment. He quickly tore across the bedroom, vaulted over Luka who had been napping in the middle of the floor, and skidded to a stop in the living room. Curled up on the couch with her phone in hand, Bella was grinning broadly at the screen as she tapped away, and Mal let out an annoyed grunt.
“Jesus hell, woman! Next time you go screaming like a banshee, you better be gettin’ murdered,” he grumbled as he grabbed his sneakers and flopped down onto the couch beside her to tie them on his feet.
“Sorry, but it’s just that Candy and Marcus have a baby now! Look!” She shoved her phone under his nose, where a picture of a smiling Candy cradling a tiny dark haired infant filled the screen.
Mal blinked a few times, clearly in shock before giving his head a vigorous shake. “Hang on a second! She’s been wrestling this whole time! How the hell could she have been pregnant?”
Bella rolled her eyes. “No, you goof. She and Marcus applied to be foster parents, and they finally got a baby to care for.”
“Christ, that’s even worse! Someone actually looked at her and said, ‘oh yeah, she’d be a great person to leave an infant with!’ Bet that screening process was interesting, to say the least.”
Her stare turned icy, and she gave Mal’s shoulder a hard slap. “Malachi Noah O’Connell, how dare you! Candy is a wonderful person and I’m sure she’s going to be a wonderful caretaker to that little bundle of joy!”
“Yeah, and I’m the friggin' Pope.”
Her eyes narrowed even more and she pulled away from him. “Don’t you have a workout to get to?” she said, her tone clipped.
Instantly, he knew that the conversation was over for the moment, but he was sure to get an earful later. He let out a sigh and tried to lean over to kiss her cheek, but she coldly turned her face away from him. He looked stunned at first, but with a resigned sigh rose up from the couch and headed out the door.
Two hours later….
The chill night air felt good on his overheated skin (at least, what was left exposed to the elements) as Malachi’s feet pounded the sidewalk in a brisk run. Having finished his workout back at the gym, he figured Bella needed more time to calm down, so he decided to do some outdoor cardio as the weather wasn’t overly terrible. The sky was overcast with thick grey clouds, but the snow seemed to be holding off for the moment, so Mal decided to make his way towards Central Park.
When he arrived there, he was pleasantly surprised to see it mainly devoid of people. Even during a pandemic, he would have expected it to be far more crowded, but the gloomy weather was seemingly keeping the crowds at bay. He ran the paths peacefully, only occasionally coming across a few scattered groups of people or another runner who had the same idea he did. After a few moments, he came to the Gothic Bridge that ran alongside the large reservoir of water in the centre of the park. He slowed his pace until he was in the middle of the bridge, and stopped to catch his breath. He rested his arms across the railing and took in the scenery around him, the blanket of white covering the grounds like a fluffy blanket, the branches of the trees bowing under the weight of the snow.
For the first time in a while, he truly felt at peace. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but he suddenly felt a calming presence wash over his whole body. Tension he hadn’t known he had been holding suddenly let go, and he let out a breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding. But then, he had the distinct feeling that he was being watched, and the hairs on the back of his neck began to prickle. Without trying to seem obvious, he glanced to both his left and right side, but didn’t see anyone around him. He pushed away from the railing, and twisted his upper body around to make it seem like he was stretching so that he could look behind him.
Where he saw a man standing about fifty feet away. Watching him.
He was too far for Mal to get any identifying features, but something about the man rattled him to the core. He was getting ready to walk up to the guy and tell him to get lost, when the man began to make his own way over to him. When he approached the bridge and got a little bit closer, Mal could finally see his face...and nearly collapsed in shock right then and there. Because the man that approached him was a man that he thought he would never see again in his entire lifetime, outside of his memories.
“Hello there, son.”
His father.
Mal’s hand shot out to steady himself on the railing, because his knees suddenly felt like they were going to go out from under him. His mouth opened and closed a few times as he struggled to find something to say, but his mind was blank with shock. “Bullshit,” he finally managed to stammer out.
Pat O’Connell let out a hearty laugh. “Out of the three of you, I had my suspicions that you’d be the one with the foul mouth.”
“Yeah, well...you’ve never heard Alanah when she finds out the last cupcake is gone.” Mal shook his head. “No, this is ridiculous! You’re dead! You’ve been dead for 14 years!”
Pat tapped Mal in the middle of his forehead. “Not up here, I’m not. And I know you’ve been giving me a lot of thought lately. What’s on your mind, son?”
The younger man seemed conflicted, part of him wanting to walk away from the entire insane scenario, but the other part of him wanting so desperately to talk with his father again that he was willing to go along with it. He let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his already tousled hair. “It’s...it’s nothing, really. Just…” He sighed again, rubbing a hand down his face. “Never in a million years did I ever think that this could be my life. Living my dream, just got married to my dream girl, going for a World title in a few days…” He looked up at his father with a look that was very rarely seen on his face - fear. “What if I fuck it all up?”
Pat’s own face reflected a look of compassion and pride for his middle child, as he clapped a hand on his shoulder. “I know that for so long, you pushed everyone away, because it was easier than having to deal with the pain of them eventually leaving you. Or so, that’s what you thought. But now that you have people that genuinely care for you, you’re terrified of losing them, and you’re starting to fall back into old habits. You’ve got yourself a good woman, who knows the kind of pain you’ve had to endure. She loves you more deeply than anyone she’s ever loved, and even I can feel that. Don’t be afraid of it. Embrace it. Show her every day that she’s the most precious thing in this world to you. It’s what I did for your mother, and for you three. Just because pain and suffering exist in this world doesn’t mean that you can’t enjoy the joy and happiness that’s in it as well. And, as far as this title match goes...well, I’ve seen what you can do in that ring. I know the confidence you have in yourself. Everyone in your life knows it as well. There’s no doubt in my mind that you will do exactly what you set your mind to. I believe in you. It’s time that you believe in yourself.”
Mal looked at his father for a few moments in contemplative silence, before the feelings overwhelmed him and he leaned his arms on the railing of the bridge again, resting his forehead on them. When he raised his head, he looked to his side, but his father was gone. A small smile appeared on his face, as his eyes shone with tears. A single one slid slowly down his cheek, and he sniffled and wiped it away with the back of his hand. “Thanks, Da.”
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The alleyway out beside the small apartment building that Malachi and Bella Madison called home was cluttered up with construction debris, due to the renovations currently taking place inside the building. Broken drywall, shards of metal and glass, and piles of smashed-up bricks littered the ground in piles, as footsteps echoed through the scene. A pair of black leather boots easily sidestepped the debris, as Malachi strode into the frame, stopping a few feet away from the camera lens and folding his arms across his leather jacket-clad torso.
“So, here we are. One year later, and I am finally getting my rematch for the PWS World Title. I’d like to think that I’m a patient man, but this is a bit ridiculous, don’t you think? For one whole year, I’ve had to watch as a man I once held in high esteem raise that title proudly...before fading away into the shadows. I’ve had to watch as he turned the biggest prize in this company into nothing more than an afterthought. And that just turns my stomach. Mack...I’m not mad, I’m just disappointed.”
Mal shook his head a bit sadly. “You know, I actually did respect you once upon a time. You went after what you wanted, and you never relented. Even after having so many doors slammed in your face. And when I won that title, I knew that you were the very first person I wanted to defend it against, because I knew that you were the only one worthy of it. You were the only one that I knew would give me the challenge that I wanted. And you sure did that, didn’t you? Even in a match that no one thought you could win, you took me to my limit, and then you took my title. And at first, you had a good, strong run. You showed all the doubters, all the naysayers that you were more than just ‘the deathmatch guy’. You proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that you could carry this company. That you could be the face of PWS.”
He unfolded his arms and slid his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “So, what happened Mack? These last few months, you’ve been AWOL. Sure, you’ve shown up for your matches, even had a few appearances on the shows. But that wasn’t you. That wasn’t the same sadistic, insane Mack McKane that I stood across the ring from a year ago. The one who was eager and hungry to flip the bird to the entire world. Nah, you’ve slipped mate. And I can’t, in good conscience, allow you to hold that title anymore. That title deserves far better than to be some accessory over your shoulder. It deserves to be the highlight of every single show. And I’m just the man for the job.”
A little smirk came across his face, as he scratched at the stubble on his cheek. “And then, we can’t forget about the X-factor in this little party, can we? Sierra Williams, the shit-talking spitfire. The only one to even come close to dethroning the mighty Mack McKane in her attempt. My own dear sister-in-law.” He let out a chuckle. “Swear, this company is more like a bad soap opera sometimes with all this weird family drama. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’ll give you the respect that you’re owed. I know that you are a dangerous woman, and that to underestimate you is basically career suicide. I’ve seen far too many morons make that mistake, and then end up having to drink their meals through straws afterwards. I know full well what you’re capable of. But you already had your shot. And you lost. I have been sitting back, waiting for this opportunity to come for a year now. I have had to watch as so many others got opportunities that they didn’t deserve, and I didn’t even get the rematch that I was owed. So if you think for one second that you’re going to be the one at the end of this match with your hand raised in the air holding that title belt...then you are very sadly mistaken. I haven’t waited an entire year for this rematch just to watch you walk in and try to stake your claim.”
“This is about more than the title for me. I’ve got a demon that needs purging from my mind. I’ve gone up against Mack twice...and walked away in defeat both times. This time, it will not happen. I won’t allow it. I respect you both. Hell, I’ll even go so far as to say I like you both. But there is no limit I will not reach to regain what is mine. There is no line I won’t cross. There is no pain that I will not fight through to be back at the top of the mountain once again. So, I guess the only thing left to say is...I’ll see you both on Tuesday night. When I once again become the PWS World Champion. Bet on it.”
With a curl of his lip into a vicious snarl and a thumb drawn across his throat, he turned on his heel and stalked out of the scene, leaving the camera to fade out to black on his retreating form.
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