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Post by Star Stormz on May 17, 2021 22:30:29 GMT -5
Main Event Singles Match Sierra Williams vs.Mike Hawk
PWS: APEX Presents RIOT Tuesday, May 25, 2021 LIVE from PWS Arena in New York, NY
Roleplays will be due Sunday 5/23 at 11:59pm est 1 rp each, 300 word minimum, 5000 word maximum
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Post by Mike Hawk on May 23, 2021 18:46:15 GMT -5
“Whispers of Dreams in the Whispery Dreams of Dreamy Whispers: Part 1: The Movie”
*PWS: Apex Riot. The camera cuts to outside a classic soap opera-style house with “Los Hawks” written on the screen. Soon the text disappears, and the camera cuts to inside the house. It’s decorated really oddly, with half of the wall coated in old 1950’s wallpaper and the other half in old Victorian-era manor-house. There’s a giant medieval sword set up on the wall for some reason, there’s a modern table with 1920’s-style black-and-white photographs of neanderthals in gawdy 80's frames, as well as a lava lamp, and in the wall there's a futuristic metal sliding door, and a window with old red velvet curtains. Mike Hawk steps through the door to a round of applause from an unseen studio audience. He’s wearing a 3-piece suit, for some reason, as well as a sombrero and a huge fake mustache.*
Mike: Ahh, there’s nothing quite like the feeling of coming home after another long day of working at the nondescript factory! Now then, I sure hope nobody comes in to give me any bad news!
*He waits for about 40 solid seconds, looking around at the set, and then the audience.*
Mike: I SAID… I HOPE NOBODY COMES IN TO GIVE ME ANY BAD NEWS!
*Suddenly, a woman, who looks exactly like (and is) Hawk but in a grey wig, a poncho, a sombrero and a huge fake mustache, walks in. As “she” speaks, it’s with a horrible fake accent and a high-pitched voice.*
Mike’s Mother: Mike, my son, but in Spanish, I have some horrible news to tell you!
Mike: Oh, Dios Mio!
Mike’s Mother: That’s an excellent JR Freeman impression.
Mike: Thank you, I’ve been practicing.
Mike’s Mother: So, Mios sonno, I have news! It’s about…
*”She” steps to the right, making an overly-dramatic gesture with her hands, as a dramatic music chord plays.*
Mike’s Mother: Your FATHER!
*Mike Gasps.*
Mike: Mio dos fatheros!?
Mike’s Mother: Si! He has… BEARD CANCER!
*Mike gasps again, as does the live studio audience.*
Mike: Beard cancer!?
Mike’s Mother: It’s cancer… of the beard.
Mike: Oh my god! Is it curable?
Mike’s Mother: I mean… probably.
Mike: Oh, good. But… can’t they just shave his beard!?
Mike’s Mother: No, of course not! You know he has a severe allergic reaction to not having a beard!
Mike: Of course! He almost died as a baby. Good thing they had those replacement beards.
*Mike’s Mother nods.*
Mike: My mother, Michaela Hawk, would you please tell me something else?
Mike’s Mother: The square root of 27 is 3.
Mike: Thank you, mother.
*Suddenly, a doctor, also played by Hawk, bursts in. He’s wearing a sombrero and has a huge fake mustache.*
A Doctor: WAIT! My name is Anthony Doctor!
Mike: A. Doctor!?
A Doctor: The same!
Mike: What are you doing here!?
A Doctor: I’m here to tell you that your long-lost twin brother Micycle is scheduled to come home from the cold war at any moment!
Mike: The COLD WAR!? That gives the audience an idea of the time period!
Mike’s Mother: It’s a good thing this wrestling company was able to get cameras here to catch this completely pointless exchange.
Mike: I know, right? How generous of them.
*After a few seconds, a stagehand coughs. Mike calmly walks off-screen, and after a few seconds we hear someone scream loudly, accompanied by glass breaking. Mike comes back on-screen a moment later, then stops.*
Mike: …Boy, I hope we’re on the first floor.
*Soon, a plumber jumps in through the window, in full scuba gear, as well as a sombrero and a huge fake mustache over top. He’s holding a plunger, which is the only indication of his plumberness.*
A Plumber: Mike!
Mike: Yes, a plumber?
A Plumber: I’m afraid I have bad news about your mother!
Mike: But, isn’t my mother right there? Can’t you just tell her?
A Plumber: Well I could, but you’re the main character.
Mike: Ah, I see. Go on.
A Plumber: I’m afraid she has… 70 or 80 years to live!
Mike: Only 70 or 80!?
A Plumber: And that’s on the high end!
Mike: Noooooo!!! But in Spanish.
*The plumber takes off his scuba mask and flippers, revealing an even bigger fake mustache underneath the mask, and hangs them on the inexplicable 1900's coat rack, before leaping out the window, never to be seen again.*
Mike’s Mother: My son… I have something you must do for me.
Mike: Is it going to Uncle Miguel’s funeral?
Mike’s Mother: No, no, you stopped him from dying when you won that Destination NEXT briefcase.
Mike: Oh, good! So I have to keep winning matches in order for him to survive?
Mike’s Mother: What? No, that’s ridiculous, why would that be a thing?
Mike: I… I mean, I just thought…
Mike’s Mother: Anyhow! That’s not what I wanted to tell you. I wanted to tell you, that you need to win your match tonight against Sierra Williams!
Mike: What!? But that wrestling match has absolutely nothing to do with this important and extremely interesting personal family drama!
Mike’s Mother: No.
*She looks over at the camera, putting her hands on her hips.*
Mike’s Mother: It doesn’t.
*Mike looks over too. Soon, another person who looks like Mike, except with a scar over his left eye, and a slightly bigger fake mustache with a tiny sombrero, comes flying in from the top of the screen on a jetpack, taking chunks of the roof with him.*
Micycle: Give ‘er hell, Mr. President!
*The American flag comes down in the background with the Russian national anthem to salute these Canadians playing a Mexican family. Everyone salutes. The audience claps.*
Mike: Wait, what about my dad’s beard cancer?
Mike’s Mother: Oh, he got over it.
Mike: Oh, good!
*They all resume saluting. Including the doctor, who has nothing to do with the family.*
Part 2: Pretentious Boogaloo
*Mike wakes up. He’s in his work bed.*
Mike: What was in those enchiladas?
*He pulls off the covers, revealing he’s still in a 3-piece suit. The camera cuts to a table in a nondescript part of the backstage area. Hawk walks over to it, sitting down and setting his Destination NEXT briefcase on the table. He looks into the camera with a smirk, his fingers interlocked.*
Mike: This is your president speaking.
*He looks over at the briefcase, then over to the camera, motioning to the case.*
Mike: So… that happened! I managed to overcome 5 other people and ascend the ladder to greatness! …Also, Miles Kasey might be dead. You should probably check on that. I’d say to check on Sadsack McGoo and Chloe Filbert, but I don’t give a shit. Falling from a roof is basically the new chair shot in today’s hardcore wrestling scene.
*He looks back into the camera, putting on a faux smile and waving.*
Mike: Hey, Sierra! How are things?
*He pauses.*
Mike: …Ohh, that’s too bad. Honestly, I am sorry for you. But I’ve just gotta say, a good wrestler, someone who claims to be the best, wouldn’t let it get to her. And she also wouldn’t make it everyone else’s problem.
*The table starts to fall.*
Mike: No. Oh no. No, no, no, no, no, NO!
*It falls with a loud crash. The camera zooms out to show he’s in the middle of a crowded hallway. Everyone turns to look at him. Mike pauses for a few seconds.*
Mike: Uhh… hey, everyone!
*A couple people sigh as they walk past, one person facepalming. Meanwhile, Mike’s already moved on down the hallway, swinging the briefcase as he goes. He whistles as he walks, knocking things off of tables, and accidentally knocking someone’s coffee out of their hand, splashing it into the face of Levi Russow, who's walking behind them.*
Levi: …Three seconds, pal.
Staff: YIPE!
*A chase ensues in the background as Mike keeps talking.*
Mike: So, Sierra Leann Patricia Farquar Gutiérrez Felonious Deuteronomy Esquavalience Hooked on Phonics Lopez…
*He chuckles a bit at the name, meanwhile Levi has chased the other person down an opposite hallway and we hear a scream.*
Mike: You grew up in Canada, which leads me to believe, upon first impressions, that you’re a good person. But you also exploit people’s emotions for the sake of your own popularity, so you’re about as morally reputable as Fox News. Congratu-fucking-lations.
*He walks past catering, grabbing a sandwich out of the hands of a staff member and taking a bite.*
Mike: Ew, olives!
*He throws out the sandwich, leaving the confused staff member to glare at him as he walks over to the table, plating up a few slices of pizza. He puts his briefcase down on the table, as a few other people step up to get food.*
Mike: So, listen, miss Williams, if that IS your real name… you’re Mexican, French and Canadian. So if anyone asks you if you can visualize the first letter of the alphabet, your family could respond with, “Oui Si, Eh?”.
*He softly chuckles.*
Mike: And if it doesn’t seem like I’m taking this very seriously, that’s because I’m not. Because you’re not worth it. I mean, I beat some serious threats in that Destination NEXT match… Kilometers Briefcase, Crate of Steel Oranges, Enticement Spikes, Shorn Yarn, and Corpsey McGee.
*Mike grabs a can of soda, shaking it vigorously. He sets it down and continues talking.*
Mike: Meanwhile, in that 3-way to win the title, who did you beat? Some fuckin’ asshole I already conquered, and a guy that was about to retire. Ooooo, how special. You beat two people. In a regular match. And only one of them posed a threat, and even then, it was Malarky, the world’s most Irish pain-in-the-ass.
*ANTITHESIS walks by. Mike grabs his soda, opening it, making it splash all over Sanders. John turns slowly towards him and Hawk looks around.*
Mike: Uhh… uhh…
*He notices Richard Rider right beside him. He points at Rider.*
Mike: It was him!
Rider: What?
*Sanders immediately turns viciously towards Rider.*
Sanders: How many times do we need to teach you this lesson!?
*Richard screams and runs, being pursued by every member of ANTITHESIS.*
Sanders: I THREW CLEOPATRA OFF A ROOF, YOU THINK I WOULDN’T DO THE SAME TO YOU!?
*Both parties run down a hallway, disappearing from view.*
Mike: So, listen, little miss world champion. You started your career at 20. Now look at you! 9 years later and you’re fighting me. A guy who wears dicks on his shirt and literally won a match by vandalizing public property. And you’ve won a title that’s been held by such people as That guy I already beat and Professor Mohawk G. Edgelord. Seriously, you couldn’t even beat Skeleton Jeff, and he didn’t even have to throw you into a truck!
*Mike picks up his plate, now full of pizza and hot dogs, and immediately throws it out, plate and all, getting some looks from the people around him. He grabs his briefcase and walks down the hall.*
Mike: So what else can you do that I can’t? You can speak English, French and Spanish. Whoop-de-doo, you know one more language than Dora the Explorer.
*He walks down the hall, still swinging the briefcase around, hitting someone in the face, who grabs his nose in pain. Mike whistles as he gets to a door that says “Laura Phoenix – General Manager”. Hawk opens the door and heads inside. He swings the briefcase everywhere, knocking things off shelves, knocking papers off a file cabinet, and even knocking a couple of pictures off the wall, and one off of Laura’s desk.*
Mike: So, Sierra, what’s the takeaway from this? How do you think your two daughters will react when they see mommy lose? …Again? Probably with, “Hey mom, you oughta stop losing. Also, that president guy is handsome, I want to be big and strong and handsome like him when I grow up. Ehh, get me some fuckin’ croissant tacos!” Or something along those lines.
*Laura Phoenix, who’s sitting at her desk, and has been staring intently at Hawk ever since he came into her office, sighs and speaks.*
Laura: Get out of my office.
Mike: Hmmmm… no.
Laura: You know, I have the power to strip you of that briefcase.
*Mike shrugs.*
Mike: You’re the boss!
*He walks to the door, opening it and walking through, then slamming it behind him, smashing the glass in the door.*
Laura: GOD DAMMIT!
*Mike looks back and shrugs.*
Mike: Not sure why she’s so angry, I left!
*He walks down the hallway, grabbing a steel folding chair. He folds it up and walks with it for a bit, before coming across Richard Rider again, who looks horribly beaten up. He runs over and smacks Tyson Sykes on the back of the head and tosses the chair to Rider. Sykes whirls around to see the chair in Rider’s hands.*
Rider: Uhhh...
Tyson: Oh, you’re dead!
*Rider drops the chair and runs, Sykes in tow, as Hawk leans on the catering table, causing it to break in half under his wait*
Mike: Whoops! Uhhh…
*Everybody turns to look at him. Mike points at someone.*
Mike: He did it!
*He picks up a banana, peeling it and taking a bite as he quickly flees the scene.*
Mike: So, in conclusion, Sierra… sure, you’ve got that “world” ”championship” “belt”, but is that really an indication of success? Popularity, maybe. Luck, definitely. Hotel, Trivago. But success can come in a lot of different forms.
*As he’s walking, his wonton swinging of the DN briefcase causing people to jump out of his way. In doing so, someone jumps into the wall, knocking himself unconscious. In the background we can see someone running, pursued by Levi Russow. Hawk tosses away the banana peel, causing a few separate people to all trip on it.*
Mike: You can be successful by throwing yourself off high places. You can be successful by saving lives. You can be successful by winning a potato-swallowing contest. You can be successful by boring everyone to death at a piano recital. Or, you can be successful in the way that I am. By providing brief relief from the horrible realities of life. Politics, racism, the Kardashians, the colour beige…
*He’s bumped into by someone and delivers a FYIA directly onto the hard floor. The person shrieks like a schoolgirl as he does. Mike stomps on the person’s body a couple of times, before stepping over them and walking away.*
Mike: Asshole.
*He turns back to the camera.*
Mike: …But what do you provide, Williams? A look into your life that’s no better than a glorified vlogger?
*He turns a corner, throwing someone against the wall and kicking another guy in the balls.*
Mike: Every one of us has that entertainment value. Something we’re judged on almost as much as the wrestling itself. And when your entire entertainment value is based on how many people tune in each week to slowly watch your father die…
*Mike pauses in front of a large set of double doors.*
Mike: …Which one of us is truly successful?
*He steps through a door and to the outside.*
Mike: …We really ought to label these doors.
*He come back through the giant, obvious door marked “EMERGENCY EXIT”, as an alarm blares, a sprinkler system going off. As he comes back inside, Mike runs into a very irate, very wet Laura Phoenix.*
Laura: HAWK!
Mike: …Well, fuck. Gotta run!
*He takes off, past Laura, his briefcase knocking people down as he sprints away. The camera pans around, showing Richard Rider being beaten down by ANTITHESIS, many people knocked out, and at least one gripping his crotch. The camera slowly but surely fades to black.*
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Post by Sierra Williams on May 23, 2021 20:17:08 GMT -5
Fall down to your knees Wash me clean of this deceit Fall down to your knees Wash me clean of all my grief I feel numb, I don't feel anything at all There's nothing left inside me, so I set myself free
Secrets
Why do we have secrets?. Simple facts or opinions that we hide inside away from others through fear. Fear of being judged, fear of them using it against us. But sometimes there’s secrets that we keep for protection, protection of loved ones, their feelings and emotions. But is it right? The moral implications often take a back seat to the feeling of needing to shield someones heart and soul from the realities of life and death. This is what Sierra was faced with. Her mother knew the truth, she knew the truth. But no one else did. She didn’t tell Diego or Rico, she didn’t tell Rosa. She didn’t even tell Lachlan.
And she definitely didn’t tell her daughters. Despite the fact only Jade would really understand. The fact is it would break her. Jade and Olivia loved their grandfather. While Oscar had been a great and supportive father to Sierra, with his granddaughters he was different. Kinder, gentler, fun. Whenever she would bring them over Oscars face would light up, Jade would giggle louder than she ever would normally and Olivia was the apple of his eye.
Seeing thais happen used to make Sierra happy, she would smile and watch them. But now? Knowing what she knew. Her heart felt like it was breaking all over again, and for the sake of her family she had to smile through it. When all she wanted to do was cry.
She turned away from the scene in front of her, Lachlan stood in the corner laughing and talking to her mother, the girls were having fun with Oscar. Sierra hated the pretending, the fake smiling and laughter. She could feel the walls closing in, it felt warm and the air grew thick. She felt like she was being suffocated. She pushed the door open and stepped outside moving around the side, leaning her back against the wall of the house, her hands sliding down to her knees as she bent over and started to hyperventilate.
Her heart beat faster, she felt the tears forming in her eyes.
Rosa: “Hey..whats up with you?”
Sierra was startled. Her younger sister Rosa stood with her arms folded over her chest looking her up and down. Sierras heart sank again, she had to keep this from her. She had to hide it. But now, she needed an excuse, a lie, something. Rosa raised her eyebrow as Sierra took a sharp breath in.
Sierra: “I don’t know. I felt queasy all of a sudden, like I’d been punched in the gut after eating red lobster.”
She smirked at Rosa. Rosa shook her head making a disgusted face. Her long black hair was tied back from her face, she wore baggy jeans and a black Dr Dre shirt. She was even more of a tomboy than Sierra was. But Rosa knew there was something else. She raised her eyebrow and moved herself between the house and Sierra.
Rosa: “You know I can smell bullshit from a mile off. And right now ya eyes are brown”
Sierra grit her teeth and looked away, she couldn’t hold it in. She wanted to, she wanted to protect Rosa, but it was also because she knew one huge fact. Rosa can’t control her emotions. Rosa would snap. Sierra breathed hard and fast before she turned back to her sister and shook her head.
Sierra: “Don’t….please don’t push Rosie…”
Rosa’s face changed it went from arrogant smartass to concerned baby sister. Her eyes softened, her cheeks dropped and her lip quivered.
Rosa: “Si…..what is it?”
She stepped forward, her hand reaching out for Sierras arm, by instant Sierra pulled back, any type of human contact would break the levee now. And Sierra couldn’t let it happen, she couldn;t let the flood break through. She swallowed hard and went to push passed her. Rosa grabbed her arm and shook her head.
Rosa: “Hey, you can talk to me, we’re family. Whats up?...wait...queasy...emotional?”
She steps back and shakes her head.
Rosa: “Bitch you pregnant again?”
Sierra’s mind flashed to Jade and Olivia, her heart almost exploding. What is she and Lach had another child? He or she would grow up without a grandfather. Her eyes turned red, tears fell, she let out a whimper and shook her head breaking down. She leaned forward and pulled Rosa into a hug. Rosa stuttered, confused as to what was going on. Sierra pulled back and shook her head.
Sierra: “I have something to tell you...but...I don’t know how.”
Rosa swallowed and started to get emotional too, not even understanding why. Sierra took a deep breath and put her hands on her hips looking to the sky.
Sierra: “Uh...Dad he…..”
She takes another deep breath, Rosa bit her bottom lip, her eyes darting from side to side.
Sierra: “Dads sick Rosie.”
Rosa: “What?..what do you mean?...sick how?..like the flu?”
Sierra shook her head again and reached up with her right hand lightly stroking Rosas face.
Sierra: “He has cancer…..he’s...he’s dying.”
Rosa took a moment, paralized, unable to think, feel or register what Sierra just said, then she saw it. A glint of recognition and understanding, Rosa’s eyes welled up with tears as she shook her head backing up. She swallowed and put her hands up over her head.
Rosa: “No...no you’re wrong…”
Sierra: “He’s been fighting it for two years. He told me himself. Mom knows….he just doesn’t know how to-”
Rosa: “SHUT UP….”
Her chest heaved, her hands were shaking, she slowly turned her back against the house and slid down sitting on nthe grass pulling her knees to her chest. The tears flowing freely now. Sierra looked won and dropped to her knees, her arms reaching out wrapping around her baby sisters body pulling her against her. She took a few breaths, the two sisters just sitting and crying together….
Suck Mike Hawk
Sierra: “I hate to say it…”
Sierra Williams, the PWS Apex world champion. Her hair tied back, a red shirt over black jeans, the title over her shoulder. She looked confident. As always. But there was something different right now. A confidence that we hadn’t seen.
Sierra: “But, I will anyway. I fucking told you so.”
A cocky grin comes across her face as she looks onto her shoulder at the world title belt.
Sierra: “Gracie thought she was ready, she thought she could take this from me. She was wrong. And the thing is that the last few months aside from winning this title I have been rather quiet. I let PWS Apex do what they wanted and book me whenever they felt like it. But, that shit ends now. If I don’t have a match I will be backstage at every single show ready to cut a promo, or do commentary. Cause the fact is, Sierra Williams is money, no matter what I’m doing.”
“In the ring, behind the mic, on the commentary booth. Shit you could have me sitting in the crowd eating popcorn and I’ll be more entertaining than half the roster.”
“This company needs to be taken to another level. It was all well and good having Mack as a dominant champion here but he was never a face that could take the company to bigger better heights. That’s what I’m here for. PWS Apex needs new talent, it will also reinvigorate the old talent. See if you stay stagnant and don’t evolve, the world passes you by. I wanted to be on the first show after Destiny to prove a point. I didn’t care who they booked me again, I didn’t care who they put me in the ring with cause nI knew the important thing was the fans seeing their world champion doing what she does best.”
“Kicking the shit out of someone…”
She smiles and shakes her head before taking a deep breath.
Sierra: “Of course I didn’t realise I’d be facing the joke of PWS Apex. Mike Hawk. Funny. You know in my experience, people who use jokes like that are usually the owners of little peckers that can’t do much aside from sit there and flop around like a fish pulled from a tank. What is that? You think you’re funny? Are we appealing to the middle school crowd now Mike? I don’t find you funny, despite the fact I just called you a joke. See, you’re not the “haha” side busting type of joke, you’re the sad kind, where people don’t laugh, they pity.”
“You call yourself the president of professional wrestling and, to be honest, that one might be the most accurate moniker ever. But, you’re not an Abraham Lincoln or even a Jimmy Carter. You are closer to a Donald Trump. But without the orange skin and with...somehow...worse hair…”
“But hey we should all kiss your ass cause you won that ladder match right Mike?”
“Look, you ca n crow about that and be all happy you have a chance and all that jazz, but the truth is ladder clusterfucks are more about luck than skill, and you obviously have a lucky rabbits foot up your ass and a four leaf clover shaped dick. But don’t you dare think for one second that your stupidity is going to mean a damn thing to me. Boy.”
She sneers and shakes her head.
Sierra: "You think you’re funny? Cause you called Lachlan “Mr Sierra Willoiams”?. You think you’re funny because you don’t know who Kate Steele Warren is? A president of professional wrestling too lazy to do research outside of Apex huh?. Lachlan and I ran the mixed tag division in SCW. Lachlan also was one of the best wrestlers in that company and this company while also taking time to be a dedicated father and husband. He is twice the man you are and twice the wrestler. And as much as I hate Kate Steele Warren she comes from a family of wrestlers and has held titles all over the world.”
“There’s a little education for you...fucknut…”
“But, you still won the match despite your ignorance. But now you have to face me. And if you look at my history what do you see Mike? I mean, in PWS Apex it’s an open book. I came in, I won a shot at Mack, I failed, I beat everyone in my way and got the title ending his reign. I also made my mark in WWH, in DIVISION and in SCW. I am one of the best professional wrestlers on this planet and I get attention by simply being me and showing the nworld what I can do. I don’t need a dumbshit gimmick, a dumbshit name or a dumbshit personality and I don’t need to ignore people's pasts out of laziness Mike.”
“But, I get it. Look at you. You’re tall. You’re goofy, you stumble your way through like like the town drunk and have a certain charm about you.”
She scoffs and rolls her eyes.
Sierra: “It’s a mask Mike. It’s a mask and a crutch. I know guys like you, I’ve known guys like you your entire life. You use the comedy and the asshole behavior as a way to never be taken seriously to protect yourself. See, you win and people think you have over achieved. They applaud you and think it’s all fun and games so that way, when you fail? Oh that’s just Mike. You can stumble down the stairs and no one will care, you can fail upwards and people will be surprised. It’s a great idea.”
“Until you run into someone like me.”
“I want Apex to matter, I want Apex to be a place where the best of the best come to ply their trade and elevate this company. And I can’t do that if I lose to someone like you.. A six foot five goofy ass man-child with no idea of what it is to take this business seriously. So, the beating I’m about to give you...well, it’s business, and personal. Business to show the world people like you don’t belong in this company and personal, because someone like you doesn’t deserve to be in the ring with me…”
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