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Post by Mike Hawk on May 2, 2021 1:55:33 GMT -5
*PWS: Apex Destiny. Their biggest show of the year. And in the middle of it all, a 6-person ladder match. A concept that combines the intense excitement of wrestling matches with the monotonous task of climbing a ladder, with unexpectedly positive results. Where can you find good wrestling? In a ring, of course! And where you can find a ladder? At a hardware store! That’s where we find ourselves now. Outside of a gigantic hardware store. The sign looks worn, as if the store’s existed for a while. As the camera heads inside, it focuses in on a number of aisles, from miscellaneous paints, to gardening equipment, to chainsaws, this store has it all. Well, in terms of hardware store supplies it has it all. You’re not going to find a cake there. Or if you do, you won’t want to eat it. But what you WILL find there is PWS: Apex star Mike Hawk. He’s wearing a shirt that says “Mike Hawk Brings All the Boys to the Yard, And They’re Like ‘It’s Better Than Yours’.”, as well as some plain blue jeans. He walks through the store, browsing the wares, when he stumbles finally upon a ladder. Someone’s on said ladder, fixing something at the top of one of the aisles. Mike stops, giving a quick smile.*
Mike Hawk: Ahh… ladders. A way to reach places you normally couldn’t, and a natural enemy of the humpback whale.
*Pausing briefly, Hawk smirks.*
Mike: Speaking of ladders, I’m set to be in a 6-way ladder match tonight.
*He looks up at the guy on the ladder, his right hand balling into a fist.*
Mike: But some people… I’m not going to say who… think that I, Mike Hawk, am not cut out to be in a hardcore stipulation match. That I can’t hang with the big boys! That I’m just a “comedy character”! And does that make me angry?
*With this, he violently grabs the ladder, tipping it over, the man on top of the 10-foot structure falling to the floor below with a shriek. Hawk turns back to the camera, a pleasant smile on his face.*
Mike: No, of course it doesn’t! See, I have an advantage over these losers, freaks, and whatever the hell Tyson Sykes is.
*He starts walking down the aisle, ladder in his hands, knocking things off of shelves with it. A few of the things spark as they hit the ground. We see the back of Hawk’s shirt, which reads “Damn right, it’s better than yours.”*
Mike: That advantage, other than my 10-inch penis, of course, is my pure, unabashed fighting spirit, who takes the form of a rad-as-fuck Jaguar in a badass mech suit wearing sunglasses! Which, ironically enough, is also my patronus.
*Mike walks to the center of the store and sets up the ladder. Turning down another aisle, this one full of screws, Hawk grins. Putting his hand against the first box, he starts haphazardly knocking boxes of screws on the ground as he walks past. A man, seeing what Hawk is doing, tries running after him to stop him, but ends up tripping on the screws and falling head-first into the shelf, knocking himself unconscious.*
Mike: By the way, still not mad. So, let’s go through each of my opponents one by one, see what they have to offer, and explain in detail exactly why they’re worse than me. And it’s not just because I’m the president! …Though that helps.
*Mike stops in his tracks at another ladder, this one set up at the end of the aisle, closed, propped up against the shelf. He takes it and brings it over with the other one, setting it up too. He stops to catch his breath, resting on a displayed barbeque.*
Mike: First off, Shawn “I’m totally not trying to hide the fact that I’m Spider-Man” Young.
*Mike cracks his knuckles.*
Mike: Boy… this business isn’t made for your type. Why don’t you go tell your principal to go fuck himself while you’re on your way to science class because there’s a girl there you want to ask to the prom? Seriously, you’re like the physical manifestation of every single high school student who sits at the back of the class and comes back from recess late and smelling like weed.
*Hawk stops, grabbing the barbeque and pushing it violently off-camera, we hear a few people being hit and falling over, followed by what sounds like a metal-on-metal collision.*
Mike: And… tell me, kid, what do you want to be when you grow up? I hope it’s not a wrestler. Newsflash: I don’t think you’re cut out for the big leagues! I know sadnuts and numbnuts didn’t pick you for their softball team and now you’re all pouty, but consider this: maybe if you put in some actual effort, you’d be bouncing on beds while you’re fucking a solid 10, instead of bouncing on your mom and dad’s used trampoline they got you when you were 5, but it was really an excuse for them to use it because they were going through a terrible midlife crisis at 30.
*As he’s talking, Hawk strolls casually over to a huge lawnmower display. It says “All mowers up to 40% off!” and there’s a big flat piece of turf displaying about half a dozen of the same brand and colour of mower all in a row.*
Mike: …Oh, I’m sorry! I’ll explain that all to you when you’re older.
*He smirks, and walks up to each lawnmower in turn, running and grabbing some duct tape from a display at the end of the closest aisle, and holding the handles down, taping them down with it.*
Mike: Oh, nobody should be letting me do this.
*He goes back up to each of them in turn and pulls the cords. The lawnmowers absolutely shred through the fake turf they were being kept on, and speed across the store. We can hear them speed off, the engines running and roaring, as people scream, trying to escape the rabid mowers.*
Mike: Now then… Kate Steele-Warren.
*Mike pulls out his phone, scrolling for a few moments, occasionally tapping on different things.*
Mike: …You’re not on Wikipedia.
*He looks up from his phone.*
Mike: Who the fuck are you!? Like, legitimately, who are you and why do you think you can beat me? Are you an intern who accidentally got put in a match? Because if so, bring me a coffee. And then bring yourself a coffee and I’ll drink that too, to prove my superiority.
*Hawk stops and walks over to another display shelf, this one containing all sorts of miscellaneous building supplies. He finds a few stepladders, but nothing worthwhile, he so steps out and heads towards another aisle, one he can see someone working on, with a ladder. It’s an aisle full of lightbulbs.*
Mike: Seriously, even your sister, the chick that Dr. Bat compared to Scrappy Doo, is better and more famous than you. That's right, you're Scrappy Doo's somehow worse, less famous cousin. How is that even possible!? You have to try to suck that badly! But somehow, you accomplished it.
*Hawk puts on a condescending voice.*
Mike: But hey, at least you can say you accomplished something.
*Hawk chuckles a bit to himself and continues.*
Mike: And... Steele-Warren? Doesn't your father own an orphanarium in a Dickens novel?
*He smirks, picking a bulb and shaking it really hard, breaking the filament inside.*
Mike: This one doesn’t work…
*He does it again with another one.*
Mike: This one doesn’t work…
*He does it a third time.*
Mike: Wow, this place needs better lightbulbs.
*Walking to the end of the aisle, he notices the woman on the ladder is changing a lightbulb. He looks up at her.*
Mike: Excuse me, can I borrow this?
Woman: What?
Mike: Thanks!
*He grabs the ladder by the sides, pulling it violently out from underneath the woman, who’s left holding onto the lightbulb socket. When she loses her grasp on that, she holds onto the top of the shelf, which starts to tip.*
Woman: No no no no no no no!!
*The shelf ends up falling, off-screen, and we hear a loud ‘crash!’ Mike looks to his left and puts a hand to his mouth, to amplify his voice.*
Mike: Hey lady, you oughta be more careful!
*He walks a little bit, shaking his head.*
Mike: The safety standards of this place, I tell you!
*He walks out to the 2 ladders he has set up in the middle of the store and sets this one up adjacent to them. As he does, an employee walks over to see what he’s doing.*
Employee: Excuse me, are you planning on putting those back?
Mike: No.
Employee: Then I’m afraid I’ll have to.
*Mike grabs the man by the head, putting him in a front face lock and walking him towards a window aisle, where he throws him head-first through a pane of glass. He twitches.*
Mike: …But trust me, I’m not angry about the “Mike Hawk can’t be hardcore” thing. Because Mike Hawk doesn’t back down from a challenge. Mike Hawk is hardened. Mike Hawk has experience with this kind of thing. Mike Hawk can make people bleed! When faced with adversity, Mike Hawk doesn’t shrivel! Mike Hawk stands erect!
*He points at himself with his thumb as he speaks.*
Mike: Now then…
*He walks over towards another display, this one full of miscellaneous home decorations. As he walks there, he randomly kicks some guy in the nuts, causing the man to clutch his crotch and fall over. Hawk gets to the area and leans on a large lawn gnome.*
Mike: On to Kilometers Kasey. Which is just your ring name, but far less confusing, using a round number that doesn’t make mathematicians weep.
*He picks up the lawn gnome and, upon seeing a security guard running up to him, chucks it as hard as he can, smashing it over the guard’s face, causing him to take a hard fall onto the concrete floor. He notices 4 slightly smaller ladders on display, for sale. He nods to himself, grabbing 2 of them and setting them up in his ladder diorama, followed by the other two. In the background, a lawnmower runs into a shelf, knocking it over and shattering a bunch of glass.*
Mike: You’re another one of those fuckin’ Brits, like that stupid masked asshole I fought that one time. And you two seem to be very similar. You talk with those weird accents, you pronounce words wrong, your food is terrible, and you suck at wrestling! Is there ANYTHING your country does right!? …Actually, yes. Pissing off Americans. But don’t get too high and mighty, that’s as easy as just not being American.
*Mike grabs a welcome mat, similarly grabbing a can of spray paint and writing “Fuck Off” over top.*
Mike: I’m still not bitter, by the way.
*He smiles, putting the welcome mat back and walking around the ladders he’s set up. Someone comes over to admire the display and Mike throws him into one of the ladders, making it and another one fall. Mike grabs the man and tosses him aside, eliciting a scream of pure terror from the innocent shopper, and sets the ladders back up.*
Mike: So… you went to seek out the best in the world, and you found Levi Russow? Really? The guy who got high and fucked with the entrance music for 2 hours? That guy? The best!? Seriously!? You couldn’t have found… literally anyone else? If you were trained by fuckin’ Levi Russow, it’ll be easier to beat you than I thought.
*Mike sees a garden section, walking towards it briskly.*
Mike: And apparently, in order to train to be a wrestler, you'd beat the shit out of your friends, in your, or their, yards. That doesn't make you a good wrestler, Kasey Kasem, it just makes you a shitty friend.
*Mike pauses for a moment before reaching his destination.*
Mike: So, next…
*He sighs.*
Mike: …Let’s talk about…
*Mike puts his hands to his mouth to amplify his voice. He screams.*
Mike: ANTITHESIS!!!
*He stops, smirking a bit, people around him looking at him weirdly.*
Mike: What? That’s apparently how they want it to be pronounced!
*He shrugs and continues on towards the garden section, finally reaching it, grabbing a giant flower pot. Another guard approaches him and gets the pot shoved onto his head for his troubles.*
Mike: So. Tyson Sykes. When I’m through with you, you’ll have to change your name to Tyson Doesn’t-Syke-Anymore! Or, Tyson Previously-Syked!
*He scoffs, throwing dirt in the eyes of a random patron.*
Patron: MY EYES!
*She clutches her eyes, writhing in pain*
Mike: Now then. Tyson… you and that little butt-friend of yours, Nosferatu Jones the Nihilist Vampire, really ought to read the rules a little better. He already holds the best title you could ever compete for! …What? You honestly think you’re world title material? Oh… ohh, Tyson, Tyson, Tyson… you have a lot to learn, boy.
*Hawk looks around the aisle for a ladder, and notices one in the kitchen section, just across the way. He leaves the aisle, walking into the kitchen appliance area – it has ovens, fridges, etc.*
Mike: Now then, Baldi’s Basics in Failing and Sucking, you couldn’t wrestle your way out of a paper bag if there were instructions inside! You call yourself “The Ripper”, but I think that’s just because you were ripped off in the hair department. Or maybe it’s because you’re a rip-off of every bad boy, biker jacket wearing, punk-ass motherfucker who can’t afford a Rogaine treatment. Did I mention you’re bald?
*As Mike finishes his sentence, a familiar man runs on-screen – Richard Rider!*
Rider: I’ve got you now, you son of a bitch! Nowhere to run!
*Mike calmly nods and, as Rider charges at him, he steps to the side and opens the door of the fridge he was in front of. Rider charges head-long into said fridge and it closes behind him as it falls down onto its door. Mike sits on top of it, as we hear frantic banging from the inside. Mike kicks the side of the fridge.*
Mike: Oh, settle down in there! You deserve this!
*He looks to the camera again.*
Mike: And one more thing, you Ty-Son of a bitch, you have some training in the MMA, which I can only assume stands for Mopey Motherfuckers Association, which certainly explains a lot with this screamed-name group of yours. Y’know, with… the tall bastard and Morose Dan the Inexplicable Champion. But no amount of training will prepare you, or train you, for my absolute tenacity and experience and unbridled indifference for my own well-being! Tyson Sykes? More like Tyson Sucks!
*Mike walks over to the ladder – this one set up with nobody on it, with a sign over top that says “please don’t touch.” Hawk grabs the sign, taking it off the ladder and placing it gingerly on the overturned fridge. Grabbing the ladder, he walks it over to the circle of ladders he’s been setting up. In the background, 2 people run in terror from a ravaging lawnmower, screaming all the while.*
Mike: And finally we move on to Dr. Leprechaun. So… you’re an Irish tough guy, with a shitty childhood, who learned to fight because of his family, and has a CH in his name… didn’t I just fight you!?
*The “president of pro wrestling” starts walking down the main part of the store, looking down each aisle in turn for ladders.*
Mike: Lachlan, I don’t know what’s sadder. The fact that you’re a poor man’s Malarky, or the fact that the only thing you’ll be famous for in this company is briefly being the world champion’s boyfriend. Your father died in a horrible shipyard accident, and your legacy in Apex is the saddest thing that’s ever going to happen to you.
*Hawk notices a ladder, once again with someone on it, in a power tool section. He walks over to the section, first grabbing a cordless pneumatic nail gun. He looks at it, grinning.*
Mike: …Oh, they should not let me have this.
*He turns to a couple of people and holds up the nail gun, causing them to scream and run away.*
Mike: Oh come on, what did I do?
*As if on cue, a lawnmower goes by in the background, crashing into something off-camera.*
Mike: Anyhow, Lachlan, listen up. You started in amateur fighting, but turned to wrestling because you thought it would pay better!? Jesus fucking Christ, I know you’re passionate, but seriously!? I know it’d pay great if you were a big name, but um, I got a shocking revelation for you, Loch Ness Dickbag.
*Hawk walks right up to the camera, sort of fake-whispering his next line.*
Mike: You’re not, nor have you ever been, a big name!
*He steps away.*
Mike: And sure, you were mildly well-known in Japan, but then you stepped away from that! And you did that, after starting this for the money!? Are you fucking insane and stupid!?
*He walks over to the ladder. The man on the ladder, having seen what happened to at least one of the last people, quickly climbs down from it. Hawk takes the ladder with his free arm and sets it down, looking at the man.*
Man: Look, I don’t know what the hell you need these for, but you can’t just keep taking our ladders, okay? I’m going to have to call somebody.
*Hawk holds his hands up, one still containing the nail gun.*
Mike: Oh, no, no, no, don’t worry, they’re all just for a little thing I’m working on, You see- KRAV-MAGA!
Man: What?
*Mike pushes the man’s hand against the wall, pressing the nail gun to it and firing. The man screams loudly.*
Man: AUGH! WHAT THE FU- WHAT PART OF THAT IS KRAV-MAGA!?
*Mike shrugs, a small smirk forming on his face.*
Mike: The part that makes you shut your face.
*He grabs the ladder and walks off, the man struggling in vain to pull his arm off the wall, but encountering resistance from the nail embedded in his left hand. His anguished screaming soon draws a crowd, which we see when the camera cuts to Mike setting up this final ladder.*
Mike: Ahhh, perfect!
*He turns to the camera. A lawnmower knocks over another aisle’s display, causing a huge metal crash.*
Mike: Now then… Mr. Sierra Williams, I know, you’ve been a wrestler for several years now, making a name for yourself in such wonderful, respected, well-known promotions as…
*Hawk pauses for a solid 40 seconds, before taking the 9 ladders, in turn, and setting them up in an arc going to one of the aisles. He violently shoves the ladder closest to him and they all start to fall in a domino effect, finally knocking the aisle over, which in turn runs into the other ones, knocking them down in turn, leading one domino effect into another. Hawk watches as everything in the store starts to collapse, aisle by aisle, finally ending with a sign being knocked off the far ceiling. Being an electronic sign, Hawk gasps and waits. It sparks a little bit, but nothing happens.*
Mike: Whew.
*However, just as he says this, one rampant lawnmower speeds by, running over the cord to the sign, making it spark further, catching something on fire.*
Mike: Uh-oh, that didn’t sound good.
*He turns around to see a fire has started, and is actively spreading.*
Mike: Huh… somebody oughta put that out.
*Hawk turns back towards the camera.*
Mike: Anyhow! I’d love to stay and talk, but I have places to see and people to do. And remember, I am not bitter at all towards the people who say I’m not extreme.
*People can be heard screaming in the background, including things like “Dear fuck, my knees!”, “Who would do this!?”, “There’s a man in this fridge!”, “Is that a lawnmower!?”, and “Will someone please remove this nail!?”. Someone runs by Mike. He’s on fire, hands up in the air, screaming.*
Mike: Huh... Somebody oughta put him out.
*The sprinkler system turns on, completely soaking the heavy, expensive electric equipment.*
Mike: And until next time, you know what they say…
*A group of firefighters run past Mike.*
Mike: Ladder is as ladder does.
*He starts casually walking towards the exit, whistling “I’ve Been Working on the Railroad”, as the camera pans around the store to capture the chaos and destruction Hawk has caused. The camera then zooms out, the fire has spread but it going out due to the sprinklers, the fridge with Richard Rider in it is rattling away in the background, the lawnmowers are still going, and there are rescue missions going on with the firefighters to pull people from the fallen remains of the many aisles. As the destruction is shown, the camera slowly but surely fades to black.*
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Post by sykes on May 2, 2021 11:26:42 GMT -5
Scene 1: Destiny and the Evil it Brings [on camera]
(It's deafening. Tires rip across the busy Los Angeles streets. Sirens echo off run down apartment building walls. The financially and mentally misfortunate argue incoherently throwing around loud, vulgar slurs. Then we pan into our destination for the evening. The Cecil Hotel. Now renamed Stay on Main and currently in the middle of remodeling efforts, the massive 700 guest capacity budget hotel still holds an air of mystery, and an uncomfortable aura of evil. It's a day off for construction, so the place is pretty well barren of life not including the stray homeless person roaming by or the large population of pigeons infesting the huge building. However we soon realize there's more life to the area as the camera pans around to see we were looking from the perspective of Tyson Sykes. He sits against a dingy fence, one knee up and the other extended. One arm rests on his knee as he admires the controversial hotel, while the other fidgets with his black backwards hat. Still adorned in a "Fantabulous" Chaz Holiday sleeveless shirt, he sits for a few beats without saying a single word. SYKES: Ya know something. I'm sure this will come as quite the shock, but I'm not huge on symbolism. I'm a pretty straight forward, meat and potatoes kinda guy. But there are undeniable things in this world, things that nobody can explain. You all know that I'm a bit of a true crime buff, love me a good serial killer documentary, and if any of you share that morbid interest with me than you'll know exactly what it is we're looking at; but for those of you with a little more vanilla interests, allow me to explain where we are before I explain why we are. This? Is Stay on Main. Even for people knowledgeable about this place that name probably don't mean shit cuz it didn't mean shit to me until I pulled up a little bit ago. It's a rebrand, an attempt to mask what really lies beneath, and what lies beneath is unexplainable but undeniable evil. This... Is the Cecil Hotel. The Cecil Hotel is the reported home of Richard Ramirez, or more commonly known as "The Night Stalker". He murdered at least thirteen people, and ruined the life of many many more with details I won't get into. It's said that Richard would return from literally killing someone, covered in blood, and would walk right up to his room without the bat of an eye. That's how used to the sight these people were, they became desensitized and assumed he had hurt himself or been hurt, never thought twice that one of the worlds most notorious serial killers was staying there for weeks. Also the home of one of the world's most bizarre unexplained mysteries, the disappearance of Elisa Lam. What many now consider an unfortunate suicide was shrouded in mystery for the longest time as a video went viral of the poor girl walking in and out of an elevator, hitting buttons rapidly, appearing to be hiding from somebody, only to be found days later drowned in the hotels water supply cistern. It was revealed that she was very unwell, but the events of what happened at the hotel are widely argued. To put a more concrete number to it - The Cecil Hotel is credited with 13 reported suicides, and up to ten more deaths reported as "murder, homicide or mysterious accident". In once place... and that's JUST what gets reported. So why? Why is any of this important? It's not just because I enjoy counting the bodies as you know, though that did help make my decision where to host this talk easier. The reason we're here is quite simple, honestly. We're talking about Destiny. (He adjusts slightly, removing his hat and fidgeting with it.) SYKES: I've never really been a believer of destiny, or anything with an abstract concept like that. I feel like a lot of people use those things to lie to themselves, make themselves believe that they're more important than they truly are. For the most part I believe life is what you put into it. You wanna get a promotion? You bust your ass. You wanna get into shape and get healthy? You bust your ass. You wanna be a champion? ... You bust your fucking ass. However there's certain things, things like The Cecil Hotel, that are unexplainable. This place? It's evil. Cool and historic? Absolutely. But evil as fuck. It's almost like there's something about it, built into the walls and floors and ceilings... something in its make up that just makes it the way it is. And I've finally put two and two together that destiny is not the saving grace guiding light that the weak try to make it out to be... destiny is more often then not a negative thing. At the end of the day all of our destiny is the same... we live, we try to piece together how to have 'the perfect life' and we die in out fifties of a disease. We open a charity and try to please the God's to best the system... and we get into a plane crash and die in our thirties. You can just be walking down the street, and somebody can walk up to you and take your own life like (Sykes snaps his fingers.) SYKES: THAT. And that's it. You're done. You're dead. Destiny is not a beginning, destiny is an ending. Just as the unlucky people entered this hotel and discovered their destiny, the unlucky five who will walk into the PWS Arena in New York, NY will discover theirs. Destiny is the biggest show of the year, the grandest stage of them all, its notoriously been the launching point of the absolute best the PWS has had to offer. But this year is different. This year, the horsemen ride into New York... and we're going to give everyone a first hand look at what destiny really is. I have absolute faith that my brother Jonathan will show Mrs. Phillips her destiny yet again, and it's all but a foregone conclusion that the monster Dionysis will show Mr. Rider his. And that leave me. That leaves me. (Sykes looks up with determination, bending the brim of his hat back and forth as his tone rises.) SYKES: That leaves me and those unlucky five who think their hopes and dreams are about to answered. With visions of grandeur they march into Destiny unclear that they might as well be digging their own graves. I've said it before and I'll say it again, I am by no means undermining anyone in this match. All six of us entering Destination Next this year are more than suitable to hold that briefcase... it's just who's willing to sacrifice a little more. Boys and girls, believe me when I say... I've sacrificed everything to get here... and there's nothing I wouldn't sacrifice to get to the end. To achieve my ultimate goal. Nothing, and nobody, is safe. Shawn Young if there's one person. Who should know about being unsafe when I'm around, it's you my friend. We've had battle after battle since my debut, and I'm not bragging when I say they haven't all gone great for ya. If I've said it once I'll say it til I'm blue in the face. Shawn Young is nobody to scoff at. The kids got more talent then half the fucks who have kissed ass and made it further than him, but that doesn't mean you get a pass. I've truly enjoyed every single ounce of punishment I've inflicted on you Shawn, and if you're willing to keep taking it and coming back for the next round with a smile? Then hell, I knew I liked you for a reason. This match is huge for you man, it could be your break out. Hell, it's huge for everyone. Guys like you, Lachlan Kane and Miles Kasey who have been killing it for a long time comparatively in PWS definitely deserve a shot like this. People like Kate-Steele Warren, Mike Hawk and myself have just come in and made huge waves but a match of this magnitude will put any one of us over the top. But again, when it comes down to it, as important as it is for everyone... It comes down to who wants it more. Shawn, you've been so close to breaking through, getting that spotlight and being considered one of the top dogs in Apex. Miles Kasey, you've had a hell of a run in the tag team division, you've held gold before and I'm sure for you this would be a massive step towards the top of the mountain. Kate-Steele Warren you've been more than impressive and I think myself and many others are watching you, waiting to see you reach your full potential and show us all what we know you can do. Lachlan, you've been killing it since day one and I've been counting the days since I joined PWS that I got to lock horns with you. And Mike Hawk, we have a lot in common career wise, we debuted right around the same time and we've been turning heads ever since. Everyone in this match are very, very good. But good... is never good enough. Shawn, Miles, Kate... You've all been turning heads but let's face it. The Destination Next briefcase is for those ready to be a headliner, ready to be front and center on the posters and none of you are there yet. Lachlan I feel like you've gotten in with a lot of people here, and frankly I get the feeling your mind isn't always on what's going on in the ring more than what's going on outside of it. Trust me, I don't care about what goes on outside of the ring my friend, and if you start getting distracted, I'll take your fucking head off. And Mike? You're incredibly talented, but the more time you spend appealing to the Jackass community, the less time you spend preparing for that top spot. You're entertaining as hell man, but in a match like this cracking jokes won't defend you against having your head smashed in by a ladder, and it's going to be some awful hard opening that snarky ass mouth of yours when my boots crammed in it. Let me make this very, very clear. I understand the ability of my opponents, and I also understand the danger that is the Destination Next match, but I also understand the reward to the risk. Destiny isn't the only thing that has made people stars here, Destination Next is also responsible for that. But it's not the danger of the match anyone should be worried about, it's the ugly mother fucker sitting right here that you should be worried about. I can't remember a time where five people have been in more danger all at once. Since I signed to the PWS I've said there's one thing I want, and that's to prove that I belong here; but that's changed. I told you all after my very first match when I took Mickey Collins and I beat him so badly he hasn't been seen since: I told you all I was going to prove that I was the most dangerous mother fucker in this industry. And, after I've linked up with my ANTITHESIS family, I've learned that I not only belong here, and I'm not only just the most dangerous man walking, but I should be on the top here. Minus my family in ANTITHESIS there is NOBODY on this roster more equipped to be the top dog. This place used to be run by badasses and now it's just a bunch of comedians and middle aged fathers trying to play "my dad can beat up your dad". News flash, the games about to change, and it's about to change real fucking quick once I get my hands on the Destination Next briefcase. I told you all to give me a year and I'd be on top of the game. Who knew it wouldn't even take a year? Because come Destiny... I'm going to walk in to Destination Next with a chip on my shoulder... and I'm walking out with a fucking briefcase in my hand and all the power in the world. I don't care who you are, a Madison, a Lopez, a Russow, Sierra, Mack, fuck it, with everyone making their big comes backs drag up some more skeletons like Shane Fuller, Jade Shocker or Steven Xavier. It doesn't... Fucking... Matter. Whoever is holding that gold when I decide I want it? That. Is the only destiny that will matter. The only destiny for everyone who wants to get in my way? (Sykes stands and finally puts his hat back on, and looks up at the Hotel, before back at the camera.) SYKES: Death. Count the fucking bodies. (With a snarl he exits the cameras view, and we're once again surrounded by the ominous and overwhelming city sounds. The camera pans to a still shot of the Cecil as we fade to black.) Scene 2 - I'll Be There [off camera]
(As Tyson is walking away down the streets of California, he feels his pocket vibrate a few times. He waits a few moments, collecting himself from the determined zone he gets in when cutting his promos. Finally, he finds a place to stop and pulls out his phone. His eyes flinch as he sees multiple texts from "The Girl" come in on his phone. His girlfriend, Kayla, hadn't been returning any of his calls, texts or emails since the interaction they had with Tyson collecting photos of his opponents he had defeated. Fuck, she didn't know Tyson had just recorded an entire promo at a place as evil and prolific as The Cecil Hotel. If the photos freaked her out, this would certainly not go over greatly. But, Tyson didn't even think about that, he was frankly just surprised and ecstatic to be receiving a response. It takes him a moment to get through the texts.) "Hi Tyson. I'm sorry I haven't been answering you, I've needed some time to collect my thoughts. I hope you'll forgive me for this being so long, I know you're getting ready for Destiny.
I want to tell you I understand that you're working towards your dream. I never have and never would want to take that away from you. I know you felt useless and lost when working in the police force didn't pan out, and I remember the joy you showed when you told me you were going to pursue wrestling. I didn't like it because I didn't want you to get hurt, I didn't want to lose you, and you promised me I wouldn't.
I fear that I already have.
I understand you have to play 'a character'. I understand it's not a popularity contest and I don't care that people don't like you. What I do care about is the fact that you've dove so deep into your own mind, gotten so ingrained in "The Ripper" that you're feeding off the misery of others. You crave the fear because you translate that into the respect you feel you've never been given in your professional career. That's not how it works. "Putting fear" into your opponent is one thing. Doing it to the fans is another, but while I don't agree with it I understand it. But when your girlfriend tells you that you're putting fear into her and you tell her not to worry about it and that she's getting in the way of your dream? That I will not tolerate.
I will not tolerate being disrespected because you feel you have been in your life. I will not tolerate being afraid of the man I love because you need that power over everyone else. I will not tolerate someone so focused and locked up in their own mind that they can't distinguish where their career "character" begins and ends. I told you before I don't want "The Ripper" at home. I never have, I never will, and no titles or championships or 'big pay days' will change that. I want Tyson.
I want the man who used to make me feel safe. The man who talked about us getting married. The man who talked about us having kids. Right now you're in your own world Tyson, when things don't go your way you're ignorant and aggressive and quiet and angry... I can't marry a man like that and I won't have a man like that help me raise my children. I don't want someone changing who they are to chase the spotlight and admiration of strangers. You have my admiration, you always have, and if that's not enough then that can't be my problem anymore.
I'm not trying to get you to quit. I don't want you to lose your dream for me. But I've supported you every step of the way and if you no longer need that support and are unwilling to give me that support back? Then there's nowhere else for us to go Tyson.
I'll be at Destiny. I'll watch your match. I know it's important to you, and I know that's something you need. But after your match we're going to talk. We're going to talk and you need to decide which conversation we're having.
I love you Tyson. I will no matter what. I'm just not willing to put my entire life in danger and on hold for that love anymore. I'll see you in New York.
- Kayla (End.)
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Post by Miles Kasey on May 3, 2021 1:30:22 GMT -5
It’s Hit The Fan
Camera switches to the back as we see Miles Kasey, in street clothes walking through the hallway. He stops as he comes face to face with the woman he knew as Nessa, now Angel. You can see him trying to struggle to say something but all she does is kiss her finger and put them on his lips to shush him.
“You’re too late, Milo. They know.”
And without another word, she gives him a giggle, turning on her heels and leaves him standing there....speechless.
“You know...” he turns and sees Bella standing there, “It’s been months since I found out that you were the reason for him knowing...but how the FUCK did she and my sperm donor know?”
“Bells...I...”
SLAP!
“You are lucky that it’s me here confronting you. I haven’t told Mal that I know it was you that made my location in Paris known to Syn and BELIEVE ME he is looking for reasons to beat someone’s ass right now after tonight.”
“I swear, I didn’t tell her.” he says rubbing his bearded face, “Not even drunkenly like I did with you. I SWEAR IT!”
“This girl, who you practically moved your whole life around for....who is she Miles?”
“I wish I knew. One minute she was Nessa Wilde, the next...” he says sitting and trying to piece together what was his life until Angel ghosted him back in October, “I even went to Spinelli. He said, until that moment, Wilde Auto was a legit business and then...just vanished.”
“Well, apparently she was just a pawn...or maybe a bigger piece of the puzzle. And she’s been invoking Synn...which makes me not trust the man that helped create me.” she says planting herself next to him.
“You think your biological father and Synn are in cahoots?”
“I don’t know, but if you are wise you will watch your back and don’t piss off Mal. In fact, take your ass to Vegas until Destiny.” and with that she gets up again and begins to walk away Miles stands up and grabs her to stop.
“Bells...I...”
She puts her hand up while pulling herself away from him, “I know Milo. Okay? Do yourself a favor, don’t try and protect me or save me. And whatever you do, protect the others. I’m not having anyone else sacrifice themselves for me...not anymore.”
And without another word she walks back to find her family, Miles just stand there and sigh to himself...“Bella...”
3 weeks later
Twitter messages from Mack
“Oh now the son of a bitch has a fire lit under his arse.”
”Givin' a bit of his soul everyday... Workin' overtime to keep the wolves away....
...I hope you're enjoyin' Vegas, lad. Cause I don't need a wolf. Wolves can't be trusted. Theres constant struggle for Alpha.
...I need a bat-shit crazy Pirate and an eggplant smuggling Irishman.”[/i][/color]
Tagged picture. Long ago they battled side by side and when he needed him most....
“No offense mate, but you don’t know what the fuck I’ve been through without you.” is what he typed out before he erased it and sent that he will be back. ....he couldn’t tell him that Bella said to not try and save her this time. He kept that their secret. He didn’t want to get hit by her again...that shit stings.
The best you got is FOOKIN' ENOUGH! This girl just fuckin' A.A'd your heart, Satan rose again, and you gotta pull that gorgeous head o' hair OUTTA YER ARSE!!!
“Oh...if it was only that simple.”
He put her in danger the first time....could he let it happen again?
Destination Nowhere
The screen clicks on and we see Miles sitting on the other end....and the look on his face is very hard to read.
“To say that I am less excited about a match...it’s an understatement and it’s nothing that no one did.”
“The talent is thick all around and whomever wins this is indeed the future of PWS.”
“Sadly though, that is not me. If I could just back out from it I would but I am going to go in and give it the ole college try but there is no way in hell I’m going to win this and I’ll tell you why. Because honestly, I don’t want it. There’s a line that has been drawn in the proverbial sand once again and all this is because I am a gigantic fuck up. As soon as I’m out, I’m off. I know I was asked to stay away but everything that has happened for the last 2 years all leads back to me and my fuck ups. SO nothing against Kate, Lach, Tyson, Mike and Shawn...BEAT MY FUCKING ARSE BECAUSE I DESERVE IT. Then make the best of your chances that you are given.”
“May the lucky bastard have a brighter future than me. Maybe someday I can get my shit together long enough to truly show you that I was once the future.”
“See you all at Destiny.”
And with that the screen turns off.
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Post by Shawn Young on May 3, 2021 2:59:46 GMT -5
Tristen convincing Shawn to go on dating sites. Brooklyn, New York. Wednesday 21st April (Off-Camera)
Although it's been extremely tough on Shawn as of late, being treated like a piece of dirt from Antithesis lately, he had completely lost confidence in doing anything. Each time he heard the team and the names of members in them, Shawn constantly quivered with fear. For the first time in his entire wrestling career, he wasn't as active as he was due to the effects he had from Jonathan Sanders, Dionysus and especially Tyson Sykes.
Worst that Shawn didn't have a friend, although Cleo Phillips came as close to a friend right now. Still, it's dampened his confidence in wanting to do anything, and it's a new experience for Shawn to combat as even his trainer, Tristen O'Brien, was very concerned for Shawn, who's so out of it.
Tristen O'Brien: "Come on, man, you can't keep moping in the house all day, sleeping on sofas all the time."
Shawn Young: "What's the point? I might as well since Antithesis has got to me. I don't know what to do other than to sleep."
Tristen O'Brien: "I know you have been beaten down a lot lately by those thugs and not being able to do anything, but you are much better than this. We need to do wrestling training for the Ladder match."
Shawn Young: "I know all about ladder matches. I'm the master of high flying in them."
Tristen shook his head on Shawn, not wanting to do that, but there was a much bigger problem that while Shawn was down from the attacks, he's been getting from Antithesis.
Tristen O'Brien: "You need to go on a dating site again and try to find a girl."
Shawn Young: "What girl will go out with someone who's always being beaten like an insect bug by these thugs?"
Tristen O'Brien: "Believe me, man, a lot of girls would. Heck, I have girls waiting for me all the time. I know it sucks you can't go and meet them at the moment because of the pandemic, but you can at least write to them, getting to know them."
Tristen had a valid point; sure, Shawn thought dating sites were a place for people to meet strangers out in public straight away, but it was Shawn's lack of knowledge about dating.
Shawn Young: "Maybe I'm too gutless to ask Cleo Phillips out."
Tristen O'Brien: "What? You fancy Cleo?"
Shawn Young: "She ain't bad. Her personality and being attractive, she kills me on that. The problem is when we are in the wrestling business, dating together, I don't know if I can handle the pressure of being with her."
Tristen O'Brien: "First thing you have to know is if she's got a boyfriend or a girlfriend for one. But I advise you highly to go on a dating site and chat to someone, to be on the safe side."
Shawn got up from the sofa, fully awake from sleeping. However, he was half asleep when he's spoken to about dates, giving him the confidence he needed to stand on his own two feet and going into the standard computer room. Still, it wasn't the same computer he used to do his videos on; it was another computer for Shawn's basic needs.
Shawn Young: "I'm sick and tired of being alone in this place without anyone to hang around. I think it's more than just Antithesis that's making me depressed all the time, and I'm too stupid to notice."
Tristen came down, hearing everything Shawn said about him being depressed, which explains why he lacked the motivation to do anything as of right now. Tristen patted Shawn's shoulder.
Tristen O'Brien: "Is the pandemic getting to you as well?"
Shawn Young: "Yes, it is. I was hoping that wrestling will help me get out of the house more, but it's still the same, although at least wrestling does help a little. Still no friends in wrestling, apart from Cleo and no loving partner, it's limiting me to go out."
Tristen O'Brien: "If only USA were more like the United Kingdom, almost to a point they'll be the first country in the world to end lockdown, that would be great.
Shawn Young: "The United Kingdom are lucky bastards, being able to have freedom sooner than later because of vaccinations they've done on nearly everyone now. I hope this ends soon so I can go out and get a girlfriend."
Tristen nods as he had missed his girlfriend in a way, being told to live here because Shawn was too young to take care of himself at the moment, but it wasn't something he regretted either because it also had him a paid job by training Shawn with things, hanging out as friends.
Tristen O'Brien: "It will; it's going to take a few months to come out of lockdown as a whole. Go on, sign up to plenty of fish and search for a girlfriend, regarding you add in your details."
Shawn nodded as he places his details on the site with everything he had to do about his life and facts. Tristen helped him at some points with the money factor as he wasn't sure about that, but Shawn's whizzing by with the details. Shawn had to describe himself. After he did that, he's logged in, although he had to put a picture of himself on the site.
Tristen O'Brien: "Hopefully, someone out there will contact you to chat to you and get used to you more."
Shawn Young: "Yeah. I need to make myself happy. I'm very concerned that when a girl and I get intimate, like when a girl knows I'm inexperienced, she'll run to the hills from me."
Tristen O'Brien: "Then it means she isn't the one for you. If a girl does want to teach you, she's a charmer and keeper. I mean, come on, you're a professional wrestler, for goodness sake. I doubt any girl is going to ignore you."
Immediately, girls were looking at Shawn's profile already and got some likes and deets on there. He decides just for today; he closes the site and computer down. Shawn turns around to Tristen, who's hyped about Shawn going on a dating site by himself for the first time.
Tristen O'Brien: "Now you feel a lot happier and less of the stress; let's say we get in the wrestling ring and get yourself motivated to win the briefcase ladder match?"
Shawn Young: "I want to do that tomorrow because I'm not very motivated today. I can't let Antithesis get away with the shit they've done with me lately. I'm glad I'm facing Tyson Sykes in the ring because he needs a beat down more than the others in the match do."
Tristen O'Brien: "Good, that's more like it. What about researching the ones you haven't been in matches with yet, like Miles Kasey, Lachlan Kane, Kate Steele-Warren and Mike Hawk?"
Shawn Young: "I could do, only I turned the computer off. Let me relax playing video games with you today, having a free chill day after what I've gone through the last few weeks."
Shawn paused as he walks to the living room with his PS5 console there, although he got an X-Box one as well. Still, it was a good start that Shawn was back on his feet and feeling happy again, although it still was on his mind about one member of the match.
Shawn Young: "I will put a bloody beating on Antithesis without anyone to stop me from doing so. Luckily it's a ladder match, and it's not anywhere near Tyson's wheelhouse; he'll struggle the most out of everyone in the match to win."
Tristen O'Brien: "Oh, cos of his size? Good thinking."
Shawn Young: "Big men like Tyson tend to fall easily as they have no balance on the ladder. For the rest of the guys in the match, relatively easy to gain balance and climb the ladder to grab the briefcase. I want to deal all the damage in the world, beating the shit out of him."
Tristen claps his hands as they turn the console on and decide to play some shooting games. They enjoyed playing other games like Apex Legends, soccer, Ice Hockey, Baseball and some beat them up games. They play until it was ten at night for Shawn to go up to his big bedroom and heads off to sleep.
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It's my time to shine, everyone; nobody is winning this match but me. Brooklyn, New York. Sunday 2nd May (On-Camera)
It was a relatively back to a normal situation for Shawn after times in his home, being depressed from the beating he had to take from one of his opponents in the match. Although there were other people in the match that Shawn's looking forward to, like Myles again and people he hadn't fought before like Mike Hawk and Lachlan Kane.
Shawn was back in his famous video room with the trampoline. As usual, the video was already recording, and Shawn goes on the trampoline to do what he usually does when he's discussing matches and opponents; bounce.
Shawn Young: "I love ladder matches; my speciality about life is to go out there and fly high in the air and crash down on opponents. It's the only weapon-based match I'm comfortable using, not using it to break an opponent's body, although one opponent in this match deserves a beating like that. Still, it's not going to take away the chance I have for the PWS title shot. Of course, I start with two people I've never fought in a match before, save people I know until last."
Shawn gets excited more than he could as he makes a few moves that Shawn does in the wrestling ring, showing what he can do as a professional wrestler.
Shawn Young: "Let's start with Mike Hawk since he's the newest guy in this match for the company. He seems to be a comedy guy, nothing wrong with that; sometimes, we get so caught up in being serious that we forget to have a laugh and a joke. Well, this guy isn't someone that's a joke in the ring at all. No, because he's pulled out some pretty solid wins in his time in PWS. He belongs in the match because of his skills in the ring."
There was a short moment of pause from Shawn about the opponent he's addressing, scratching his head.
Shawn Young: "But I think for a guy who's meant to be a fan-friendly type wrestler, you take jokes too far sometimes, and you need to dial them down a lot. You waste too much time being a comedian who wonder why people assume you are a joke in the ring. You spend way too much time entertaining that you forget another aspect of this sport, focusing on winning wrestling matches. The ability is there, but tone down the jokes you say to others and focus on being a star in the future. You aren't ready for this match because of it."
Shawn quickly wanted to move on with another opponent he hadn't encountered before, although he had a history with his brother from a match he had a few months ago.
Shawn Young: "Then we have the brother of Malachi, Lacklan Kane. I know your talent is there; everyone knows about your progress in Sin City Wrestling when you held the mixed tag team title with your wife. I've seen what you can do, and it's impressive stuff you've done there and also here as well, especially you don't get along with your brother, it seems."
Shawn didn't have anything negative to say compared to two other wrestlers in the match, and he certainly wasn't going to hold that down.
Shawn Young: "I know you're ready for this match, and the amount of talent you have in your body; says everything about you. The problem is you've been around here long enough that people still don't know much about you. We seen you produce skills in the ring, but we don't know much about you. I can see you're willing to face your loved one in a match, and that's respectable; we know you want to win this match, but is your heart set on being the top guy here? Who knows. I want to hear you speak more about matches, not just bits here and there. I'll leave it there for now."
Due to Shawn had more people to talk about when it came to the match, and he moves forward with it.
Shawn Young: "We meet again, it seems Miles. I enjoyed the hell out of the match we had against each other; you're one of those guys that love ladder matches and love to high fly with the best of the wrestlers. I can't help but be sure that you're fitting for this match and someone I'm looking forward to seeing what skills you'll bring to the table."
Shawn always had respect for Miles, despite the win he got was from Richard Rider's assistant, something he still had a bitter taste in his mouth for as he spits out saliva from his mouth on the concrete floor.
Shawn Young: "Although I'm not proud to say how I won the match, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth because of Richard Rider, you seem to be on a downslope lately, and I can't figure out why with the talent you have and aligning yourself with Wolfslair who is regarded as the top team in the business. I think you and Tyson have the most pressure because of that, and I hope you can step your game up and produce a match of your life because I certainly will be."
Then there comes the one opponent Shawn dreaded to talk about but had the most knowledge about out of everyone in the match. The one person Shawn wanted to get his hands on the most. Shawn clenches his teeth, grinding his teeth across his lip.
Shawn Young: "I'm going to jump straight into this because I've already spoken the positives of his powerhouse moves and what he's able to do. Tyson Sykes, you know you're not suited for a match like this. Sure, you were when the deathmatch was in place, but the odds have turned into my favour this time as you're the heaviest guy in this match, and you damn bet I won't let anyone stop me from knocking your fucking head; off."
Shawn understandably was angry at Sykes after the attacks he's gone through with him, showing signs of Shawn breaking mentally.
Shawn Young: "You can praise me all you want, but you are one sneaky bastard if you think I'll play for your tricks. You have made my life a living hell, and I'm already sick of your shit of brutally beating people down for no reason. Heck, that happened during our match. You knew you would lose to me, so what did you do to prevent from being pinned? You used a weapon to beat me down with because it seems you're becoming a bitch."
Even Shawn had to say ouch under his breath a bit, knowing it wouldn't be something he'd say, but at the same time, Shawn had to make that point.
Shawn Young: "Are you enjoying being Jonathan Sanders bitch on doing favours for him? If you want to beat me down again, that's fine, but it will not affect this Jumpin Jack. You can throw me down, but I will always get back up, and you better not bring your Antithesis team to the ring because it will prove you cannot win matches unless you have them around."
Shawn took a few moments to breathe in and out as anger wore him out, something he needed to do with Tyson. However, it was a good thing to let everything he had out of his system. Then Shawn stopped, forgetting one other opponent in the match.
Shawn Young: "I'm sorry I didn't get around on talking about Kate Steele Warren, who I know is the future of the PWS business for sure, but I've not seen a whole lot of what you can do in the ring either. I haven't got any negatives to say about you either. I know your family is famous in Sin City Wrestling, and what you've achieved there with titles is remarkable. I will keep an eye out for you as well.
Shawn then continued to bounce on the trampoline.
Shawn Young: "I will do everything it takes to go out there and claim my shot for titles in the company because I'm getting better and better, knowing I'm the youngest guy in the match. I have more chance of winning than any of you do, and I will be climbing up that ladder and capturing the briefcase to be the new title contender for whatever title I will pick to be the top dog because I crave being champion here. I will do anything it takes to get there. Nobody, not even Tyson Sykes, will stop me because this is my time to the top, and I'm not letting anyone stop me from achieving my goals. I'm the future of this business, and I will leave a mark at Destiny of being the young future star of PWS."
Shawn spoke with such virtuosity of how much he wanted to win the match as the video goes to black after Shawn stops youtube from recording the video.
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