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Post by Star Stormz on Mar 31, 2022 23:36:40 GMT -5
PWS: APEX RIOT Tuesday, April 12th SAP ARENA AT SAN JOSE, CATriple Threat MatchMadison Carpenter vs. Mike Hawk vs. Alexander LyonsRP Deadline is Sunday, April 10, at 11:59pm 1 rp each, 300 word minimum, 5000 word maximum
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Post by Alexander Lyons on Apr 10, 2022 4:20:44 GMT -5
Classic white text appears on a black background to open the package.
FERAL: (especially of an animal) in a wild state, especially after escape from captivity or domestication.
We open on a shot of the finish of the tag team championship match, with Dinoysus getting pinned by both members of Sass N’ Bash at Demons Run followed by a flash cut to the face of an an angry Alexander Lyons. It’s quickly replaced by a shot of Tyson Sykes getting pinned by Sierra followed again by the closeup of Alexanders scowl, followed finally by Jonathan Sanders getting pinned by Sierra Williams, we cut again to the scowling Alexander and this time it stays as he prepares to speak.
We can see he is seated on some rubble in some indistinct old building at night, and we can see he isn’t happy. Not that he ever smiles, that scowl is really more of a permanent expression imprinted on his face, this time it just seems a little, more than usual.
“We need to get our shit together boys. Demons Run was a damn embarrassment, and I for one won’t be able to stand for this much longer. We are the most powerful unit, force, group, whatever you want to call us and we need to start acting like it. You all can be pissed at me if you want, but I’M the only one who DIDN’T have my shoulders pinned to the mat at Demons Run.” Alexander showed no fear in speaking to his comrades in such fashion, in his mind they needed to hear it, “Sanders at least got a pinfall, but failed to finish the job. But he also told Mike Hawk, it wasn’t over, and he’s correct. After Riot however, it will be.”
He takes a moment to pause, the frustration he’s feeling not only shows on his face, but in his words and the tone of his voice as well.
“Mike Hawk. I am one hundred and ten percent tired of your bullshit. It’s time for the self proclaimed president to be impeached. No, it’s time for the president to be assassinated. You have been a thorn in the side of ANTITHESIS for far too long and it ends here. I don’t care how angry or underappreciated you feel, I am going to choke the fucking life out of you.” Alexander continues, “I may be angry with my brothers at the moment but we’ll get through it. In the end they are still my brothers, my family,my PRIDE. ”
He pauses, and exhales a heavy breath as a cold wind chill that even the viewer can almost feel rolls through.
“You can rant and rave all you want about unfair treatment, but you know deep down you know the truth. You’re good, you’re just not good ENOUGH. That’s the truth of the matter, your a one trick pony whose jokes fall as flat as his Bart Simpson prank call name.” Alex continues on, “There was a time when I tried to be a funny man. I came in and started making parody of my opponents. But it just wasn’t working, it was fucking stupid. So I stopped with the humor and took a more serious route. I then became a champion and truly started to understand who Alexander Lyons was. What I didn’t do was go out to the ring and cry about it. When I saw you out there on Riot, blithering on like a whingeing idiot about being treated unfairly, it made me sick to my stomach.”
Alexander shakes his head in disgust.
“You HAD a championship that YOU chose to give up because it wasn’t good enough for you. You could still be a champion right now, instead the Collateral Damage championship is in the hands of an even bigger joke than you. Yeah I said it Violet. That doesn’t belong to you and you know it. Have a problem? Come find me.” Alexander says fiercely, “The championship that carries you, Violet makes you only slightly less relevant than the third person in our match, Madison Carpenter, who really isn’t worth the time to speak of, but I would be a fool to not at least say something, so listen to me close Madison, because I know what you’re thinking.”
His eyes furrow a bit, as he continues
“You likely assume that Mike Hawk and myself will be too focused on one another, overlooking you and allowing you to sneak a victory in over one of us.” he begins, “But that couldn’t be further from the truth. You’re what’s called a fall guy". he explains,, “See, powers that be expect myself or Mike Hawk to scoop up the victory here, but they don’t want either of us to take a pinfall. So they throw someone like you in, so you can take the actual loss instead. How’s THAT for breaking kayfabe Mike?”
There was the ever slightest hint of a grin on Alex’s face, it was a cocky shit-eating one but it was there.
“Just stay out of our way Madison", he says, " it’s for your own good. You don’t want to get involved in this war we have going on with Mike Hawk and if you get in my way you will end up casualty of war because like I said I am coming to END Mike Hawk. Step aside Madison, and let the men handle things.”
He seems pleased with his sexist comment, as he takes a moment to pause and let the listener reflect on his words.
“See instead of crying about it, I’m just going to hurt whomever they put in my path until I get a championship match. I don’t care if it’s Violet, Sierra, Alexis or the current tag team champions. There WILL be gold around my waist again, with or without the help of my brothers in arms.” Alexander continues, “You aren’t the only one ready to unleash a more vicious side. Our lack of success at Demons Run awakened more within me, a more primal side that I had yet to unleash. I have tapped into my inner animal, tapped into the lions blood that flows within me, and it has helped me become more dangerous, it has helped me become…FERAL.”
He grits his teeth and snarls intimidatingly into the camera.
“So go ahead, reach that breaking point Michael, because I want to be sure you have no further excuses when I put an end. Bring me the best Mike Hawk you can, go crazy. Try and rip my throat out, or pluck my eyes from their sockets. Try to end my career, kill me if you must because I certainly am going to show you no mercy, and if you aren’t already at your breaking point come Riot, once I’m finished with you, you will be.” He says with a fierce grit, "Mike Hawk, and you as well Madison. You both are stepping into the ring with an angry lion,and you both are going to…
The camera closes in on his face, strands of hair dangling before his hate-filled, beady eyes.
“HEAR ME ROAR”
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Post by Mike Hawk on Apr 10, 2022 15:56:11 GMT -5
Act 1
Scene 1: Carpenter’s Gonna Carpent
*The camera turns on and it’s a phone camera. The unmistakable face of the “President of pro-wrestling” Mike Hawk shows up on screen. He’s got a smirk plastered on his face, wearing new merch, available by clicking here. He looks into the camera, giving off a fake YouTuber enthusiasm as he speaks.*
Mike: Hey, what is UP my 'Tube crew? This is ya boi Mikey H, and today I’mma be doin’ the “Drywall eating challenge”! I was challenged, of course, by “CanadianRyder222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222, and you KNOW I don’t turn down challenges! Alright, let’s go, squad fam!
*He picks up a piece of drywall and starts chewing on it. He nods, getting the taste, then after a moment spits it up, dry heaving. A “technical difficulties” screen comes up, and after a moment or so we’re treated to Hawk’s face again, though this time he looks a little out of it.*
Mike: Um… so that was a bad idea. Don’t do this challenge.
*There’s a jump cut to a shot of him eating a pizza, then of a cat, then of him facing the camera again.*
Mike: So, let’s talk about Dumbledore. See, if you read the original Harry Potter books from the land of Britainia, Dumbledore Jones is referred to as “A fantastic wizard”, but is that the case?
*He jump cuts again.*
Mike: Yes.
*Jump cut*
Mike: He is the BEST wizard.
*Jump cut*
Mike: He’s more powerful than Merlin and Dr. Strange combined. Get that through your thick skulls and maybe you’ll be watching Harry Potter right. That’s right, something you’ve always thought was right is now wrong, I’ve decided. I’m a millionaire and that money is WASTED. Byeeeee~!!
*He waves at the camera, which fades to static.*
Part 2: Read Between the Lyons
*A throne is set up in a literal Roman coliseum, complete with lions, and a single gladiator in the ring. Mike Hawk sits atop the throne in the stands, with a beautiful woman on either side of him, fanning him with leaves. He’s dressed in full Julius Caesar cosplay, complete with, surprisingly, him ROCKING those sandals.*
Mike: Yes, yes, die! Die for my amusement!
*He turns to the camera.*
Mike: Oh, hi there! Didn’t see you come in. I’m Julius Caesar. You might remember me from such ancient civilizations as: Greece, and Greece 2: Still Greece. I just wanted to let you all know that I’mma kill my fuckin’ opponents. Seriously, I’ll slice them in half like the Gordian Knot. …Or was it my brother Fred Caesar that did that?
*He pauses, thinking.*
Mike: Well, it doesn’t matter. I don’t show mercy. Mercy’s for cowards, punks and people named Kaleb. What I show is pure, unabashed strength!
*He punches one of the women in the face, causing her to fall into the arena, screaming as lion sounds play.*
Mike: Yikes! Oh well, good thing I looooooooooooooooooooooooove killin’! It’s my favourite hobby, right above “sitting” and “being a fucking asshole”. And you’ll see all of those tonight, when you…
“HEAR ME ROAR (Registered trademark).”
Act 2
*The camera fades in on Mike Hawk in bed. He stirs, then bolts upright, looking at the camera.*
Mike: There’s no act 2, go away.
*He falls asleep again and the camera fades.*
Act 3
*The scene opens up in a gym. It’s a large, sprawling place with many machines and much open floor space, where people are doing jumping jacks, squats, push-ups, and a bunch of other miscellaneous exercises. Meanwhile, Mike Hawk, with a tank top on that says “Be the Best You That Can Still Eat Cake for Breakfast”, as well as red work-out shorts, does curls, first with one hand then the other. He sees the camera and puts the weight down.*
Mike: Y’know… after I was told I was fighting 2 separate people in a triple threat match tonight, I initially thought “go fuck yourself”. But upon further consideration, let me just say… go fuck yourself. You expect me to be two opponents when I can’t even take down one!? Well, fine, perpetual jobber Mike Hawk will try his best.
*He picks up the weight again, this time putting it above his head and back several times. He finishes that exercise before getting up, walking over towards the benchpress benches before speaking again.*
Mike: Madison Carpenter… Jesus was a carpenter. And look where that got him! Either strung up on a big wooden T, or nonexistent, depending on who you ask! Real talk though, Magikarp, you had it made for a while. You were a full-time YouTuber. Nowadays, that job is reserved only for the highest society! People would literally commit a blood sacrifice to a murder deity for an opportunity like that!
*He pauses, seeing a guy jumping rope, pointing at him.*
Mike: YOU LOOK FUCKING STUPID!
*He keeps walking.*
Mike: Sorry about that, I have to do that any time I see someone over the age of 15 jumping rope. Anyhow, Maddie the Wonder Carp, you’re the sister of Jennifer Carpenter-Lopez, are you? That’s like being Willy Edison, the younger brother of the guy who invented lightbulbs, inventing his own lightbulbs that nobody uses. You get what I’m saying? You’re the appetizer, she’s the main course.
*He gets to the benchpress, and some guy talks to him.*
Some Guy: Hey, buddy, can you spot me?
Mike: Sure!
*He pulls out a magnifying glass, holding it up to his eye and looking at the guy.*
Mike: There you are!
*The weight drops on the guy and he panics. Meanwhile, Hawk starts bench pressing.*
Mike: Also, little miss bad decisions, you chose to move AWAY from Hawaii, one of the nicest, warmest places on earth, for Florida. That one was as a kid, I don’t fault you for that, but then instead of moving back to Hawaii as an adult, you went to California? Really? Like, there are worse place you could’ve chosen, but… California? That’s like moving from a luxury mansion to the dumpster out back. I’m not speaking ill of Florida or California, I’m just… y’know, implying some things pretty heavily.
*He finishes pressing benches, as he gets up and starts walking, meanwhile the person who was also doing them has his weights being lifted off of him by several people, all muttering and wondering if he’s okay.*
Mike: One last thing before I move on to Mr. Fury the Wonder Furry, you had an abusive parent, you have a tight-knit family composed of similar-thinking people, you’re weirdly small, you’re fast, you do well under stress… you’re like Nosferatu light. Like Johnny B. Murderous if he hadn’t grown up to be a slightly less terrible Marilyn Manson.
*He walks “past” some people doing squats, meaning he walks on top of them one by one, making them all collapse.*
Mike: Wow, must be working hard. They look pretty winded.
*He walks past someone talking on her phone instead of working out, but still taking up a machine. He grabs her by the shirt and throws her out a window, causing her to scream. He takes out a little cloth, wiping down the machine, before walking over to the treadmills and getting on one.*
Mike: Now then, let’s move on to “Feral” Alexander Lyons. Ooh, what a spooky name. I’m sure all of those internet message boards you’re on will be TERRIFIED of you.
*He smirks, pressing the up button on his treadmill, but nothing happens. He pauses for a minute then shrugs, continuing on.*
Mike: First of all, Lyonel Richie, I don’t think you deserve to be part of ANTITHESIS. Let’s take a look at the members, shall we? You’ve got Jonathan Lennon, the leader of the group. Sad boy extraordinaire and definitely “not” a vampire.
*He presses the speed up button on his treadmill again, several times, and it makes the beeping noise but nothing happens. The person on the treadmill beside him, framed behind, starts moving faster, looking confused.*
Mike: Next you’ve got Mephistopheles. He’s the tallest, most violent person I’ve ever seen, he’s definitely an asset. He’ll rip you in half with your own bare hands. The only way he’s losing is if you’re teaming with him. And then we have Sykes.
*He presses the speed up button about a dozen more times, and the person in the back goes from walking to running.*
Man: Please stop!!!
Mike: Sykes is the kind of guy who will eat your lunch, beat the shit out of you for packing the wrong type of pudding, then eat his own lunch to make up for it. He’s screamy, he’s punchy, he’s bald, what more could you want in a tag team partner? He’s the weakest link of the group, sure, but at least he fits their aesthetic. How about you, Lyons? You’re like them, but… again.
*He presses the speed up button a few more times and the person behind starts to scream.*
Mike: You don’t have your own identity. Your matches always end in “Also featuring Alexander Lyons”. I’m surprised your entrances don’t start with “Already in the ring”. You’re THAT unimportant. Seriously. And where do you keep finding all of these ruined places to go to? Where are you even from, anyway?
*Hawk checks his notes and nods.*
Mike: Florida. Yeah, that makes sense. Florida Man probably accidentally drove a bulldozer through town square one morning. Wouldn’t put it past him. Fuckin’ Florida man, he’s stealing all my good material!
*He presses the incline up button on his treadmill several times and the man on the other treadmill finally falls off with a loud “THUD”!*
Mike: Hey! Quiet down over there!
*He gets off the treadmill.*
Mike: Damn thing’s broken. Anyhow, Big Al from Big Al's Toy Barn, I don’t blame you for wanting to sound ferocious. Because I feel sorry for you. You’re not even second fiddle, you’re fourth fiddle. The fiddle you look at and go “Ew, really? That’s all that’s left?”. You’re eaten up by your group. Figuratively and, in the case of Dionysus, literally. I think he eats people.
*He starts walking away.*
Mike: And you want me to bow down, Albert X. Anderlyons? Well I’m afraid those roles are going to be reversed tonight. Because I’m going from a president…
*He grabs a crown from off-screen and places it on his head.*
Mike: To a KING!
*He walks off-screen. From off-screen we hear someone as he leaves.*
Off-Screen Voice: Where did he get that crown!?
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Post by Madison Carpenter on Apr 10, 2022 22:49:25 GMT -5
Don’t judge the book by its cover. (It’s been a hot couple of days in the LA area, being around 100 degrees. It didn’t stop the siblings from doing their daily hike up on the mountainside, which is also part of their workouts as well. That’s where we see Jenn and Madison, they’re up on one of the mountain trails that overlook the downtown buildings.) Madison: Since we’re finally together after a few days of working, I have a couple of things to ask. Jenn: Sure, what’s on your mind? Madison: First, how’s the adoption stuff coming? Jenn: I talked to Charlee and she said everything is going smoothly with it, but it’s going to take a bit to process it, I just can’t wait to get my name changed and away from that Carpenter bullshit. It’s a fresh start. Madison: Me too, I’m still over the moon that you included me in all of that stuff. Jenn: We’re a package deal. Whatever happens to me, I’m bringing you along with me. I figured it’s my job to protect you no matter what, so that’s what I did. Madison: I think I asked you before, but everyone’s been so busy with Destiny coming up but I’ll ask again, you going to keep the Lopez name? Jenn: Of course I am. I’m sure that won’t make sense to a lot of people but when did I start caring about other people's opinions? I’m part of that family, marriage or not. Those 2 kids are mine. That baby girl that Gracie has belongs to me, and Jorge gave me his blessing to keep the name because he always saw me as his daughter-in-law. (Jenn shrugs her shoulders, she doesn’t care too much what others think about her. She never really has since she moved to America or had her long wrestling career. In her mind, Opinions are like assholes and everyone has one. It doesn’t bother her at all.) Madison: Makes sense to me! I’m sure if he was still here, he’d be angry if you got rid of the name. Jenn: ….yeahhhh… (Jenn lets out a small chuckle, she got her fair share of fatherly lectures from Jorge.) Jenn: Did you have another question? Madison: Oh yeah, any idea what’s going on with Eddie and Gracie? I haven’t seen them since they agreed to the match…. Jenn: None. I haven’t seen them or they haven’t answered my calls, but don’t worry… I will make one of them talk at this show at any cost. I Will NOT be ignored… Madison: While you deal with that, I have to deal with a match against 2 good talented people. Which I’ll talk about here in a minute. I get that this match is going to be a challenge for me and you know what? I’m looking forward to it. It’s funny how people act like I have no idea what I’m doing or how to come up with a strategy, I’ve been doing this for over a year now. I’m not stupid, I know what I’m doing, plus I’m not allowed to talk about my past in this business because someone’s fucking ego would get involved….. (Madison shrugs her shoulders, just like her sister, she doesn’t care about people's opinions about her. It’s an attitude that pretty much ALL of the family has even the baby doesn’t care about people's feelings!) Madison: See, here’s the problem this place tends to have, they don’t realize I’ve been champion before…. I’ve been trained by hall of farmers too, and the most recent one was announced just on the last show, so to think that I have no idea what I’m doing or I’m just clueless, you are either just stupid or haven’t been paying attention. Sure, I haven’t made any strides in this company doesn’t mean shit… but hey, keep spinning things that fit your narrative…looks good on you, it really does… (Jenn found a bench to sit on and she’s listening to every word her sister has to say, she loves the passion that was coming from her. Madison has grown up a lot since she first broke into the business and it’s showing.) Madison: There’s no shame in looking up to my sister or Gracie. Both of them are veterans in this business, both of them are stars and both of them carry themselves in a way that makes them such. From day one, they put me under their wings and they’re teaching me how to handle myself, they’re teaching me how to cut corners and they’re teaching me how to step on toes to get what I want. They’ve worked their asses off to get where they’re at in this business and I have respect for them, and they haven’t given up on me like most people have. Jenn: Got everything you wanted to say off your chest? Madison: I think so. Jenn: Good, let’s turn the focus to your match, you think you can handle them? Madison: I mean you have a comedy character and you have a person like Lyons. I believe it’ll be a highly contested match between the 3 of us and I’m sure we can steal the show. I know it’s weekly TV, but we can have fun. We can make the crowd smile, that’s all that matters. Making those people smile and help them forget the stressful day they’ve had or the bullshit they went through. Lord knows it helped me… (Madison shrugs her shoulders.) Madison: Hawk. You have a name that makes people giggle and honestly? I’m not really amused by it. I mean cool you get adults giggling like they’re a 5-year-old, or reminding them of a bad Simpson's comedy episode, cool. But to me? I just roll my eyes. Sure I can have fun, sure I can laugh but I’m not going to laugh at something so childish or stupid as your name. However, you are one talented person, and I’m sure you have championship dreams, like the world title. I think that’s cool. I hope it works out for you, and if it does, I’ll be the first one in Gorliia and give you a handshake…. (Madison walks around the trail for a bit before kicking dirt) Madison: You know, I’ve wanted to face you for a while now and now I get that chance. Now I get to see what the hype is about that surrounds you. I’m sure you probably thought I would run you down and say negative stuff about you, I’m sure you heard about the reputation of this family, but I’m not. Unless you do something stupid to change that… I guess we’ll see what the future holds. (Madison looks towards her sister for a moment in time while she gathers her thoughts on the next person she’s going to be talking about.) Madison: Lyons, another challenge in this match that I’m looking forward to. Just like Hawk, I don’t think I have many negative things to say. Why? Lyons hasn’t done anything to warrant such behavior. I’m not taking Lyons lightly in this match, I would stupid to do that. Whatever, I don’t care about you or bullshit about being rich. (MAdison shrugs her shoulders before she starts walking down the trail, Jenn catches up with her as the scene cuts.)
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