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Post by Laura Phoenix - HBIC on Jan 2, 2022 22:12:32 GMT -5
PWS: APEX PRESENTS RIOT: SPECIAL EDITIONA 3 HOUR SPECIALTUESDAY, JANUARY 18, 2022CAESARS SUPERDOME - NEW ORLEANS, LOUISIANAJoin us, as PWS: APEX presents a special, 3-hour edition of Tuesday Night RIOT! Live from New Orleans, Louisiana. Welcome to 2022!Singles MatchAiden Reynolds vs. Alexander LyonsRoleplay deadline is Sunday, January 16, 11:59pm est1 rp each, 300 word minimum, 5000 word maximum
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Post by Aiden Reynolds on Jan 16, 2022 18:11:24 GMT -5
Unexpected connection.
Sometimes people come into your life at the hardest times. Someone who will change your perspective and help you through things when you never expect it or even want it.
It’s those moments that make you smile.
Wolfslair New York. Late 2020
It was a normal late fall day. The leaves had turned brown and fallen, the air had a cold chill as it prepared to head into winter. Sitting on the end of a weight bench in the wolfslair gym was Aiden Reynolds. A dumbbell in his hand as he curled it up and back down over and over again. Letting out a grunt of effort each time. Sweat poured from his body as he focused on raising it slowly, keeping his muscles under tension and lowering it back down. He switched arms, repeating the process as fellow Wolfslair member Austin James Mercer stood to the side doing squats with a large amount of weight on his shoulders.
Aiden got distracted for a moment, in awe of how much the former world champion could lift. Aiden is not a small man, standing just over six feet tall, weighing over two hundred pounds. But he was dwarfed by Austin.
He shook his head finishing his reps on his left arm before standing up and walking the weight to the rack, shaking out his arms letting the blood flow through them as he let out a few deep breaths wondering what he should do next, Austin let out a final grunt as he hoisted the large bar up and onto the squat rack. The sound of metal hitting metal rang out through the small weight room as Austin stepped forward and started taking off his hand wraps.
“Oi mate, you need a fuckin permit to carry those guns in the open yeah?” Austin smiled and laughed at Aidens joke, he wasn’t one to talk too much. Unlike the motor mouthed Australian. In fact conversations between Aiden and almost anyone were one sided. But made even more obvious as he talked to people like Austin, Alex, Alicia or Johanna Krieger. Not that he talked to the angry German woman much.
She hated his guts.
Aiden turned with Austin, the two men making their way to the glass door that separated the weight room from the main floor of the gym. Since the renovation Wolfslair had become state of the art. Moving from a warehouse with two rings and mats with a wooden box in the corner that Alex called his “office” to being a huge open area with a weight room, a proper office, a conference room, main floor with rings and grappling mats as well as cardia areas and punching bags and a sauna.
Wolfslair was home. It was state of the art and there were rumors about some of the best young athletes coming to train there, Names Like Miles Kasey and Lachlan Kane had been enquiring for the future. Unhappy with the stagnation of their careers training at their previous place.
Aiden took a deep breath as the colder air of the large open area his him after the heat of the weight room. He stopped in his tracks, it was a moment were time stood still, or moved at a slower pace than normal. Like the moment in a movie where the music stopped and instead you hear a record scratch. He swallowed hard, his jaw dropped open and standing there, near Alex and Johanna was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.
She laughed, she ran off and Aiden was infatuated. Johanna seemed annoyed, which only added to the attraction. “HEY MOJO CATCH” A medicine ball flew through the air, hitting Johanna Krieger in the face, Aiden snapped out of it as he felt a laugh rise up through his stomach and into his chest.
“HAHAHA HEY THAT ISN’T THE FIRST TIME YOU’VE BEEN HIT IN THE FACE WITH BALLS…” Johanna’s head snapped sideways. Aiden swallowed hard as Austin raised an eyebrow.
He looked down at Aiden. “I’d run”
But, Alex stopped Johanna, grabbing her arm as they had business to take care nof. The blonde girl tilted her head and yelled after Johanna “OHMYGODIMSORRY” Aiden smiled and approached her, his hands moving up through his wavey light brow hair as Austin watched and chuckled shaking his head. He smirked and moved up to her.
He cleared his throat, the girl turned and Aiden put on his best charm. “G’day love, me names Ai-”
“OHMYGODILOVEYOURACCENTHIIMKALLIEHI” She took his hand shaking it, before Aiden could say anything else Kallie continued, her hyperactive nature shining through. “So like, you’re a wrestler right? I think I’ve seen you. Was it on WWD, HWW?...WWH? I dunno, something like that. Anyway I’m going to be training here now, and Johanna is going to train with me, I’m going to call her Mojo jojo, she seems cool, a little rough but whatevs right? Anyway I gotta go put my stuff away I’m sure I’ll see you round mr Aussie guy…”
She turned and rushed after Johanna who was waiting impatiently., Aiden blinked a few times before snapping out of it. “The…then names Aiden….Aiden…Rey….nolds”
Austin moved up next to Aiden with a laugh patting Aiden on the shoulder. “Smooth….”
“....I’m gonna marry that girl…”
A wolf doesn’t bow to a Lyon
“I don’t think this is going to work Aiden.”
Kallie snickers, the two members of Wolfslair standing in the middle of the gym as Aiden raises an eyebrow at Kallie, she is still in workout gear, her hair tied up and back away from her face as she smiles. Aiden, typically, is not wearing a shirt instead opting for a pair of black board shorts.
“What? Why?” Aiden folded his arms over h9is chest as Kallie sighs and rolls her eyes.
“Because we have already tried this. You need to do this solo or go and find Dickie.”
“No…”
“No?”
“Look Dickhead needs to be alone right now and get his head straight, the little shit has been in a bad mood lately and I don’t think he needs my corny ass shit to push him over the edge”
Kallie blinks a few times “And I do?”
“You’re datin me love…you have to put up with me, besides you have a sense of humor instead of actin like you have a seven inch stick shoved right up your a-”
“AIDEN!”
Aiden pauses and swallows before turning and getting right back to the business at hand.
“So I’m facin Alexander Lyons, one on one. And truth be told I have no idea what to say that hasn’t already been said. And unl;ike some people in this company I dopn’t like repeatin myself. But, I will say, I want a little payback and redemption. Yeah, redemption might be the right word here. See, as you can all probably tell by the fact I’m not standing here holdin the PWS Apex tag team championship in my hand, so I had a bad night, that turned into a bad week, that turned into a bad month which is fast becomin a bad fuckin year.”
“See, not only did I lose the PWS Apex tag titles, and it was ME who lost it, I also lost the fuckin FIGHT NYC islands championships. So apparently I’ve been lettin people down left right and center, at this point I’m surprised Kallie hasn’t walked off and found herself a guy who doesn’t lose everything”
“You don’t lose everything….”
“I have lately, I did win the other night though”
“Win?..how did you win?”
“Ya don’t remember?...I came fir-”
“AIDEN!”
He smirks and shrugs.
“That’s two…”
Aiden clears his throat and refocuses again. “The fact remains, I lost those damn titles, and now Dickie needs some personal time and to focus on keeping his Empire title, so I’m flyin solo for a little time. And in doing that I get to wake people up to a few things. See, Alexander Lyons is someone who really sticks in my craw. Skyes not so much, he seems to get “it” he seems to know that I’m not just some pretty boy with amazing good looks, great abs and an accent that drops panties. He knows, he fucking knows I’m a talent in that ring. Whereas Alexander Lyons, the Antithesis member I’m facing one on one, has a rather skewed view of me…”
“And yeah, I know how to pronounce your group and teams name you flappy eared elf looking git…”
Kallie hits AIdens shoulder. “It’s not nice to pick on a persons looks Aiden.”
“Love, ya know all those news stories you can find on google. Ya know the ones that start off with “Florida man”, well when I read those, he is who I envision. “Florida man robs walmart with a water pistol”, “Florida man rides lawnmower to liquor store”, “Florida man almost gets eaten by alligator, has sex with it as retaliation”...ya know..that kind of thing…”
Kallie wants to tell him off, but she also wants to laugh. She pushes her lips together and lets out a few small noises that turn into whimpers before she puts up a finger and turns away from Aiden, needing a minute to compose herself.
“Look, I get that it might be an asshole move of me to pick on your looks Alexander. Or, actually, can I call you Alex? Alexander is pretty fuckin pretentious. But, I get picking on your looks and the fact you’re from the sweaty unwiped asscrack of America, might be low hanging fruit. You know what else is low hanging fruit? Assuming that I am somehow inferior to Dickie. I’ve heard that shit since Dickie and I started teaming. And the stupidest part is that before he and I became the commonwealth the narrative was flipped.”
“People saw that kid, a skinny little rookie who had less wrestling matches than he had wispy hairs on his top lip and then saw me, a six foot tall, athletic veteran of many many tours of europe and japan who looks like he’s chiseled out of fuckin granite and they wondered…why is he gteaming with Finn Whelans baby brother? And we rammed those misconceptions right down peoples throats. And yeah, Dickie has had more success than me. Fight NYC, Project DisHonor, DIVISION….he has risen to the top over and over again…”
“But thinking that I am somehow inferior because I have taken a step back and been a tag team partner instead of steppin up and showing what I can do one on one?...I know the gene pool is a little shallow where you’re from you inbred looking dipshit but that goes above and beyond the stupidity we normally see.”
“I can see how, based on the history in PWS Apex you’d make that assumption, however there is a bright world of possibilities outside this company. I know that might be news to you. Then again, we’re all guilty of making assumptions eh? I assumed Jonathan Sanders was your “leader” I’m so sorry Alex, really I am. I guess I was an asshole for assuming the guy with the most success, the most visible and the guy who actually looks like the antithesis of a professional wrestler as well as the guy who in every single one of his monotonal ass promos seems like he’s speaking for you, Sykes and Dio-dipshit was the leader….”
“My bad mate, my bad…”
Kallie steps back in from the side, but stays silent, instead staring at the more serious Aiden with a look that can only be described as “Tyra Banks horny meme”
"Thing is Lyons, whether you guys are all equal, or one of you is the leader, one of you is the power top and the rest of you are submissive bitches, I honestly don’t care. What I do care about ois the fact I let Dickie down, what I do care about is up until this point I have been easily forgettable in PWS Apex, and if I’m honest I haven’t taken my career in this company, or any company seriously. That needs to change. See, I’m not just some kind of joke spewing comic relief character. I’m not the Jack Black of pro wrestling, I’m not just a pretty face with a fun accent and dumb jokes.”
“I’m an athlete.”
“A talented one”
“And the fact that every single time you and I have faced over the last few months it has been you calling me out for being “less talented” than Dickie has really got under my skin. I know it shouldn’t, but I need to prove you wrong, I need to get in that ring and shove my boot right up your ass.And then maybe, just maybe after all this you’ll have more to say about me than the same copy paste bullshit you have since we first faced each other. Or, maybe you won’t. Maybe you’ll just ignore it and stick ya head in the sand like you always do….”
“Either way Lyons…keep ya “boys” in the back, cause this is one on one…you versus me…and I’m comin for the head of an exiled prince”
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Post by Alexander Lyons on Jan 16, 2022 18:47:11 GMT -5
They had been warned. Words that have haunted those who confronted ANTITHESIS in the past. The Commonwealths failure to listen resulted in their demise, and allowed Tyson Sykes and Alexander Lyons to achieve the highest honor there is for a tag team in PWS, and with a champions advantage now on their side it’s going to be quite the challenge to take those belts away from ANTITHESIS.
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He sits back upon a throne, the gold belt proudly slung over his shoulder to wish he looks at with pride, he hadn’t sat upon his throne in sometime, but now he can say he truly deserved to take this seat.
“What you failed to understand Aiden, is that we are not a traditional team.” spoke Alex through his hateful lips, “We may not always share the same beliefs, but when we share the same goal, to be a champion, all that matters is that we achieve it. Like it or not, we are a real team and now we have the championships to prove it.”
Alexander grins, laughing to himself.
“Took us too lightly didn’t ya?” laughed Alex, “We told you we were to going to conquer and destroy. Well, we conquered, and after that kick to the ass from Dickie, it looks like the seeds of destroy have been planted. I don’t even know why this match is taking place. We’re honestly done with you, but I suppose one more ass kicking won’t hurt, if you really want us to put the stamp on this, the final nail in the coffin, then so be it. I’ll tap you out just like Sykes did, and then you’ll have ZERO excuses.”
Alex’s aggressive nature shows as he speaks, almost snarling as he spits some of the words out. “I know, this is supposed to be some sort of redemption, so you can try and get some momentum back, but im afraid you’re about to get derailed so bad,it’s going to take a miracle to recover.”
Alex blinks a few times, his eyes keeping their gaze on the camera, “The Commonwealth is yesterdays news, and as PWS moves into the future ANTITHESIS will set the standard for the tag team division in 2022, and so much more. You and Dickie focus to much on being alike, sharing the same message and wanting to be two adorably annoying peas in a pod, while Tyson and myself aren’t afraid to knock the other senseless if they piss us off. We’re a team and we’re the champions but we’re not going to sit around and play grabass with each other either. Neither of us will let ANYONE stand in the way of our individual success.”
Alex grins, knowing the day will come when he and Tyson will be at odds, but also knowing that day is not today. “I have to wonder..where do you go after I defeat you on Riot? The Commonwealth is your whole shtick. I said it before, you are still just the sidekick and nobody cares about Aiden Reynolds without Lil’ Dickie by his side. Such is the downside of trying to be too much alike, only on of you is going to really stand out. The differences between Tyson and myself,and even with Dio and Sanders is what makes our unit so dangerous. We are NOT what you expect from a team, we are the ANTITHESIS of the traditional team, as the little lady figured out for you.”
He looks down with pride at his championship, “All that matters now is we’re the champions so being a traditional team or not doesn’t matter because it all goes back to us having the same goal, to keep these tag team championships and prove that traditional or not we’re still the best team in all of PWS, and WE not you are now the team to beat.”
“So we’ll have this one last little battle, and then you’ll fade away and watch the rise of Alexander to the greatness I deserve. Putting an end to you will only be the beginning of my conquest to the top of PWS.” Alexander continues, “It’s a jungle out there Aiden, and we all know who the king of the jungle is, which begs the question…”
Alexander pauses for a moment before finishing his thoughts, “Would you rather be a wolf, or a lion?”
Alexander grins into the camera, speaking one last time before the scene closes.
“HEAR ME ROAR.” —--
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