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Post by Star Stormz on Jun 5, 2022 0:35:13 GMT -5
PWS:APEX Presents: Riot! Tuesday, June 14th Heritage Bank Center - Cincinnati, Ohio Singles Match Aiden Reynolds vs. Dionysus DEADLINE: Sunday June 12th, 11:59:59 PM EST Min 300, Max 5000
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Post by Dionysus on Jun 12, 2022 15:07:41 GMT -5
*The cameras fade in on the Australian outback. The daylight sparkles on the harsh sands of the desert, the few large mounds and cactuses in the distance casting shadows along the land. There’s an almost eerie emptiness in the area being focused on, until, amongst the sand, a lone scorpion crawls along. Soon the tiny creature is stopped in its tracks by a large hand making a sudden harsh chopping motion down into the sand. The scorpion retreats, and the camera pans up to show Dionysus, the Mad God. The hulking form of The Mad God casts a giant shadow that seems to extend endlessly, blocking out the sun as we view him from below.*
Dionysus: Ah… the great outdoors.
*His mouth curls into a sadistic smile, the kind he’s known for, before he stares at the camera and slowly lowers himself to a sitting position, cross-legged in the sand.*
Dionysus: You know… Australia’s full of dangerous creatures. That’s one of its most famous facts. The thing that everyone cites about the country. The outback is booming with life, and what they say is, everything down under wants you dead.
*His gaze moves towards the ground, where a tarantula crawls towards him. He reaches down and grabs the spider, picking it up in his hand, lifting it up to his face to observe how it squirms. After a moment of this, he reaches out directly in front of him and simply drops it, where the creature very quickly scurries off in a different direction.*
Dionysus: These predators, as they say, can take down any creature, no matter the size. So we are often warned not to get too close, or the animals will strike!
*The last word said with ferocity, his smile slowly fades.*
Dionysus: But… that’s not REALLY true, is it? See… all the animals in Australia, they’re simply ambush predators. Predators of convenience. They wait for you to come to them. They don’t want to put in the EFFORT to hunt you down. And yet, they still call themselves predators? We still call these creatures “dangerous”?
*He smirks. The smirk becomes a grin, still just as insane as before, but seeming a bit more legitimate, like he’s delighting in what he’s saying.*
Dionysus: We don’t know what danger IS. Because humans are the dominant species. WE are truly dangerous. Or at least… we WERE. When survival instincts meant the difference between life and death, we honed ourselves into the perfect killing machines that allowed humans to become the dominant species on the planet! But then, after millennia of being uncontested, we grew SOFT. We, as a species, have been on top for so long that we’ve forgotten what it’s like to fight for survival. To hunt for food. To battle, every day, against a hostile world that wants us dead!
*He pauses briefly, looking down at the sand in contemplation.*
Dionysus: But I never forget. Because I AM a predator. An ANIMAL. When you live in a cage for so long, you remember what you are. What humans USED to be, what humans are SUPPOSED to be! You still have your animal instincts. Unlike you, Aiden. You’re in a similar position to most modern-day humans. You’ve been on top for so long… carrying around those golden toys that have been deemed valuable… that you’ve forgotten what it’s like to fight from the bottom. To really WORK for what you have. You’ve forgotten how to be DANGEROUS. And yet, like the ambush predators of the outback, everyone still thinks you are. Aiden Reynolds, former tag team champion, former singles champion… emphasis on FORMER. What are you really doing now?
*Dionysus pauses at this point, standing back up and staring directly into the camera, his mouth forming a grimace.*
Dionysus: You’ve become an ambush predator. You’ve become lazy. The trapdoor spider, waiting for a beetle to wander across its burrow. But I, Aiden, am the ravenous baboon. I am the thing that digs up the trapdoor spider with its bare hands and EATS IT ALIVE! I am a REAL Apex predator. And when face to face with an apex predator, even the fearsome spider crawls into its burrow and hides. When the scorpion is unable to strike, it runs away or dies. The box jellyfish FLEES in the presence of a shark.
*He deeply inhales, his exhale coming in the form of a snarl.*
Dionysus: Aiden… you should consider yourself lucky that THIS TIME, your defeat will be quick. You know full well that I could draw out the suffering if I chose to, make you feel the true wrath of the mad god, you have seen that anger before. But tonight, I am feeling merciful. Or perhaps… I simply pity you. Because you SHOULD know better than this. You KNOW how this ends, Aiden, and yet still the trapdoor spider lies in wait, hoping it can outsmart the baboon. But we all know what happens when those two animals meet. There’s only one outcome this could have. And we know, you only have two choices. Like the scorpion, you die, or you…
*A snake slithers into frame, and Dionysus snatches it. The snake snaps at the air and flails in his grasp, but the way The Mad God is holding it makes it unable to reach him. Dionysus walks away from the camera. He makes a jerking motion with his mighty hands, then dropping the limp snake on the ground, before suddenly turning to look at the camera again, running towards it at full tilt, finally grabbing it with both hands as he reaches it, pulling it close to his face.*
Dionysus: RUN!
*He throws the camera down, a cloud of sand forming around the camera as it strikes the ground. We catch merely a glimpse, from the camera angle, of Dionysus walking away, his enormous shadow cutting against the vast and empty skyline. After a few seconds of this, the camera suddenly, abruptly cuts to static, and finally, from there, to black.*
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Post by Aiden Reynolds on Jun 12, 2022 21:40:32 GMT -5
The whisper of unnerving truth when saner minds depart You rise like Christ the Savior, you burn as Joan of Arc You bring the axe upon them with devastating grace And on their heads, forever lay a curse upon their fate
Tense
It was like walking on eggshells.
The entire gym seemed to be on high alert. Aiden walked in, his usual laid back self, humming the tune to “waltzing matilda” cause, ya know. “Australian”. Just shitting you, he was actually humming the tune to Lamb of gods new song “Nevermore” his footsteps moving heavily as he adjusted his airpods and took it all in.
Alex lightly rubbed his shoulder, in obvious pain, Dickie was standing over near Johanna who was swearing in German as Kallie looked on trying not to laugh at her best friends accent and fucking up of general english cursing.
Aiden stoppeks, looking up and across the way finding Finn Whelan, Dickie’s older brother stood against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest as he scanned the room looking less than impressed with the effort everyone was currently putting in. Aiden didn’t need nor want this. He backed up and turned on his heels coming face to face with Wolfslairs own Austin James Mercer. The six foot six wrecking ball former world champion. A man who’s sheer size was the talking point but somehow never outweighed his talent.
Aiden reached up, pulling his airpods from his ears with a small nod. “Aye, hows it goin big man? I uh…I know I haven’t had a chance to say this but I’m really sorry about Lisa…we…we all liked her…”
It had been two weeks, two weeks since Austins wife had passed away. Everyone in the place expected him to be gone for a long time, lost in a sea of despair and sadness. But two days ago, to everyone's surprise. Austin walked back through the door. He growled but gave a small nod acknowledging Aidans kindness. But then his deep voice boomed. Loud enough for Aiden to jump and others to hear but not what you would call a yell. “You’re late…” Aiden stumbled and stuttered, before he could say anything in reply Austin leaned forward. “Choose your words carefully…”
“Ah ya see mate, I woke up late, and I don’t really have an excuse. So..ya know. I own it.” Aiden gave a small shrug and a nod, Austins nostrils flared as a look of annoyed bemusement came overt h9is face.
Aiden swallowed hard as Austin stared a burning hole right through him, Aiden had no idea what to do or say. Austin had always been a leader in the gym, a role model and someone they all looked up to. A year ago that changed. He went down a dark path, he was someone none of them recognised, and now just as he had come out of that haze, just as he had become the man they all remembered, respected and loved, just as he earned forgiveness, his wife passed away. And they all feared it would happen again. Austins eyes burned, his arms folded over his chest and Aiden didn’t back down, but wasn’t exactly itching for a fight either. “Put your shit away Aiden…and then get to work…you have a big match coming up…”
Aiden scoffed and shook his head, Austin narrowed his eyes and Aiden stiffened up “I uh..I mean I know in the whole ideal of wrestlin every match is big aye, but mate in the real grand scheme is a match against this bloke in PWS really make or break?” Austin stayed silent and raised an eyebrow. Aiden stumbled over his words again stepping back. “I mean I ain’t arguin with ya big man, I’m just sayin, a match against Dinky di Dionyus ain’t ringin me bell..” Austin stays silent, keeping his eyes on Aiden. “It's not makin me motor hum…gettin me old fella to attention..ya know?”
Austin swallowed hard and stepped closer, reaching out and grabbing Aiden on the shoulder, Austins hand engulfing Aidens rotator cuff, his large fingers digging into him, Aiden groaned under his breath feeling the insane amount of power this huge monster of a man has. “Please, for the love of god. Shut up and get in the fucking ring…”
Aiden coughed, clearing his throat and nodded backing up and turning toward Dickie, Johasnna and Kallie. Kallie just shook her head looking concerned as Dickie laughed, Johanna of course, mouthed one single word.
Idiot.
Aiden walked toward them, feeling Austins gaze burning a hole into his back as he got to his friends…and Joahnna. “So..uh..that was awkward.”
Dickie just smiled and shrugged. “So he’s annoyed with you…what else is new?...”
“...Shut up…”
They laughed, Austin grunted and turned moving away and back into the office, Johanna backed away from Aiden, Aiden just shook his head trying to get it back into the game. He was telling the truth, his heart wasn’t in this. His heart wasn’t into anything. But what else was he going to do?
The problem with running your mouth…
“So, I’m wonderin…”
Aiden pauses, his hands running through his short brown hair as his bright blue eyes stare forward.
“What was the point of that fourqard I won? Why was I even in it? And by the way, while I did get the pin in that fuckin match I don’t really feel right sayin it was a win. Cause, that match, like so many others keep gettin ruined by those four walking fuckwits in Antithesis. And I get it, I do. They want to be noticed, they want to be “over” as we say in the “biz” but I kinda hate that they have to do it at my expense. It’s hard enough for me top get popular and show everyone what I’m capable of when I’m only booked once a month. But to have that group of dumbasses poppin in and out of me business?..well it’s not really helpin…”
“Um Aiden…”
Kallie Reznik ladies and gentlemen, has entered the chat, er, promo. Her long hair tied away from her face as she tilts her head to the side.
“Why were you doing those air quotes with your fingers?”
“Well, see love, it;s a habit I’ve picked up while here in the states. It;’s a really neat way for me to emphasis me points. Kind of like how I use swearin to really hit home when it comes to my vocational skills. It’s comethin those cunts in Antithesis might consider tryin, so people stop switchin to another channel when they’re cuttin promos.”
“I’m honestly impressed you know how to pronounce Antithesis now”
“Hey I ain’t an idiot love. But I already beat the guy who is their leader while saying he’s not their leader while clearly bein the leader, Sanders was me bitch. And I mean, you beat him to. So I’m not sure what that says about the rest of them, let alone me opponent Dioneyesuck…”
“....what?”
“Dionoicolas?...”
“...Aiden I-”
“Dingosaurus?”
“IT’S FUCKING DIONYSUS…”
Dickie Watson, from the other room, banished there to play his switch while Aiden records his promo, yells through the door. Aiden nods and looks over.
“Yeah, thanks mate..that guy…fuck that guy.”
“No thanks…I got your sis-”
“OI YOU WOT?”
“Nothing…”
Aiden slowly looks at Kallie who shakes her head and shrugs.
“Right back on track. See I have to face you Dionysus, I gotta get in that ring with you and to be honest, you’re the least intimidating member of your little group, and you’re also the one who, aesthetically speaking, doesn’t fit. See, Tyson and Lyons, they look like bad asses, Tyson looks like the type of bloke who would eat crocodile meat, whether or not the fuckin thing was dead, and Lyons? Well he looks like he should be living under a bridge, or fighting on the battlefield to stop frodo from gettin the one true ring to the fuckin volcano…”
There is silence, Aiden looks at Kallie who just smiled and blinks, he then turns and looks in the other room, where Dickie is pushing buttons frantically, trying to catch some random creature in pokemon. Aiden sighs and shakes his head.
“Really? I drop a fuckin lord of the rings troll joke and get nothin?”
Kallie just shrugs again.
“Right, and Sanders? He looks like some evil gengius launching plans for world domination, of course thos plans right now are literally just interfering in everyuones match and business for whatever reason, buit you? Mate, you look like you got lost on your way to comicon, not that there’s anything wrong with that, I mean shit Kallie likes to play dress up to, in fact she’s got this little nurses unifo-”
“AIDEN!”
The bedroom door swings open, Dickie has placed the switch down, his eyes wide.
“SHE FUCKIN WHAT?”
“Nothin mate, go back to catchin chazzwazzas…”
“......I just got a Mister Mime…”
“Hey that’s great mate, keep reaching for those stars…”
Dickie slowly closes the door and mumbles from behind it.
“Dick…”
Aiden clears his throat.
“So, the whole thing about this, is that while Tyson, Lyons and Sanders are all impressive in their own right, I get this weird feelin you just kind of exist. And bein a name on a list to follow others around and just being happy to be here doesn’t work mate. See, for the longest fuckin time I got accused of ridin Dickie’s coattails. And the narrative switched to him ridin mine. Shit they’ve accused Kallie of “just” bein my girlfriend. Despite the fact she has been successful in numerous other companies as well as bein a hot commodity here in PWS. So, part of me doesn’t want to use this fuckin point but I have to..”
“Dionysus, mate, you’re just followin the others, draggin ass. While Tyson and Lyons hold those tag belts, and Sanders has a title run to his name that was impressive as well as holdin a win over the current, dominant world champion, what exactly is it you bring to the table? Aye? What is it that makes you special in any way shape or form? Cause I can’t for the life of me figure it out. You’re tall, you’re strong, you look like the devil’s mildly metrosexual cousin…”
“But…aside from that…you got nothin mate…”
“You’re not some kind of all conquering bad ass, no big wins to your name to call your own, no accomplishments. You’re just kind of, there. Me? I’m a two time tag team champion in this company, wins over big names, I’m a fuckin star waiting to be made. And I ain’t goin to let me momentum get stopped by the likes of you. So Riot, in Cincinatti Ohio…Aiden goddamn Reynolds is gonna walk down to that ring and chop your big ass down to size, I’m gonna overcome it all and walk away the winner…”
“And I dare you to stop me…”
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