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Post by Star Stormz on Jul 3, 2022 23:46:26 GMT -5
PWS:APEX Presents: Tuesday Night Riot! Barclays Center; New York, New York Main Event- Over The Top Rope Battle Royal Winner faces Cleo Philips at Rise To Glory for the Vacant PWS:APEX World Title Mike Hawk vs. Jonathan Sanders vs. Jennifer Carpenter vs. Miles Kasey vs. Alexandra Calaway vs. Ivory Sullivan vs. Tyson Sykes vs. Michael Rathedon vs. Dylan Howell vs. Aaliyah Landerson
DEADLINE IS SUNDAY 7/10/22 at 11:59:59 PM EST 300 min, 5000 max
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Post by Michael Rathedon on Jul 7, 2022 17:28:34 GMT -5
June 6th 2016 Hidden Location in Chicago, Illinois I have officially retired. I fucking hate this now and I've become so bitter I'm taking it out on the one’s I love. I have removed everyone outside of my children from my life so I can start anew. I just can’t stay in a place where I’m fucking misused and treated inferior because I’m not friends with the wrong people. I know my fucking worth, I KNOW I’m the best. The Pinnacle of all fucking mankind! I’m the greatest creation in the history of sentient beings! I digress, This is going to be my final Talking With *Static* and I want my voice to be heard for years to come. I deserve to not be forgotten, I was the best thing to happen to that promotion ever and they just couldn't see that! None of them could see that! The only ones who did… Are no longer in my life and I cannot think of them anymore. I have to move on for my children and their safety.
I’m leaving the country and renouncing my citizenship and I believe it to be for the best. No one has to see me anymore unfortunately and most importantly I never have to see any of those *Static* motherfuckers anymore. I left on a bad note and honestly I completely regret… not leaving on a worse note because fuck those bitches. I know my worth! I- I know my fucking worth! I’m the best. Yeah, I’m the best to ever enter this fucking system. I’m Mr... *Static*
Goodbye forever, Micah.
I hope to see you again, Al-*Static*
“Michael! We have to get going.”
“Right…” He stands up and stares at the camera for a moment, debating whether or not to take it with him or not. He turns his head away for a second before turning back to give it a second thought. He approaches the camera and picks it up. Without thinking this time he throws it straight at the wall.
“Let’s get out of here, Saori.”
“Yes, please. We don't have much time and we really need to get your kids to safety.”
“I know, I just needed to get that off my chest before we leave. Didn’t want that baggage to follow me.”
Saori stops packing bags to hastily approach Michael and look him right in the eyes.
“I know you don’t want to hear this but your baggage is going to follow you no matter what. You have created this life for yourself where you are going to be chased by ghosts forever.” she sighs and puts her hand on his cheek. “I’m going to help you outrun those ghosts, ok?”
Michael tilts his downwards clearly trying to fight his own emotions. Saori uses her index and thumb to gently bring his gaze back to her eyes.
“We’re going to be fine. I promise. Tell me it’s going to be fine.”
“But- is it? Nothing ever goes correctly and I can’t lose anymore people or-”
Saori stops him by giving him a kiss on his lips.
“Michael… I love you. You and those kids mean the absolute world to me now. Please tell me we’ll be ok. I need to hear you say it.”
Michael inhales deeply and straightens his posture.
“We’re going to be more than fine, Saori. We’re going to be free!”
She smiles at him and wraps her arms around the back of his head and jumps in to give him another kiss.
“Ewwwww! Daddy and Sayri are kissing!” Michael’s son Mackenzie interrupts them. He stands next to his sister who is laughing and giggling as they both tease Michael and Saori.
“It’s pronounced Say-ori, Kenz.” He laughs as he and Saori step away from each other. Saori whose face is bright red, now goes back to packing a few bags.
“I’ll finish packing the last few bags then we can finally get out of this creepy warehouse, guys.”
Michael steps in the middle of his kids and takes both of their hands and walks them over to the exit door. He bends down in front of them both.
"We’re going to go to a beautiful and magical land where you guys can flourish and become anything you want to be when you grow up.”
“Ohhh, is it one of the Star Wars planets?” Mackenzie asks
“No, dummy. It’s obviously a castle for me to order you around cause I’m the princess.” Madyson sticks her nose in the air.
“Nuh-uh! That’d be so lame!” He sticks his hand out in front of him, trying to use the force.
“Both of you, stop. We’re going to Japan. I showed you both a few of those Anime’s. That’s where we’re going!”
They both gasp at the same time.
“DRAGON BALL Z???” Mackenzie shouts enthusiastically.
“Uh, sure? You can train to be one of them once we get there alright?”
Both kids start getting excited about the trip with themselves as Michael walks back over to Saori to help finish packing.
“How we lookin? We just about ready?”
“Yup! We just need to move all of them and we’ll be ready to head off to the airport. I honestly can’t wait to go home, this place has been a nightmare.”
“Yeah, I definitely feel that one.” Michael grabs a few of the bags and starts walking back towards the exit. Suddenly he hears unfamiliar voices coming from outside the warehouse. He drops the bags immediately and runs over to his kids.
“I need you guys to go play hide n seek real quick and be very quiet. I’ll come find you when I’m done counting.”
They look at him very confused and hesitate but seeing the look on their dad's face was enough for them to listen and they run off to go hide somewhere in the warehouse. Saori approaches Michael with a scared expression on her face.
“There’s no way… This warehouse has been abandoned for quite some time. There's just no way anyone could have found us here except…”
“My brother. He wants me dead. Bastard always hated me and was jealous of me. I hope he came here himself so I can end him first.”
Saori puts her hand on his chest to hold him back.
“Calm down. We both know he would never do it himself. Might just be a few jerks he hired.”
Before Michael can say anything else the door to the warehouse loudly scratches open. They both take cover behind a large shelf.
“Look, there’s a fucking lamp! This has got to be the place.”
“Didn’t think this would be the place, fuck. We should’ve brought more people. Boss’ll kill us if we let him get past us.”
“He’s not the one you should be afraid of.” Michael snuck up behind them and says.
Michael bell claps the closest of the two thugs and push kicks him right into a shelf. The other thug tries to grab Michael and get himself a headbutt right to his nose, breaking it. The thug who got kicked tries to get back up but instead eats a superkick right to the jaw, sending a few teeth flying. The thug with the broken nose sends a punch right across Michael’s face which stumbles him for a second. Michael takes a second to look at the thug before launching his foot right into the thugs testicles which drops him to his knees. Michael stands over him and places both of his hands behind his head and then drives his right knee into his forehead as hard as he can. With both of the thugs now out cold he calls for Madyson and Mackenzie who come running out.
“You two need to grab your favorite bag and get to the car. Saori help me grab as many of the rest of the bags as we can carry and lets get the fuck out of here before more of them show up.” The three of them just nod and quickly start picking up bags. They threw the bags they could handle in the trunk of the car and all packed in as fast as they could. Michael gives the warehouse one last look before he turns the car on and drives off to head to the airport.
Look at me, I won my debut against some disgusting piece of shit and some weird motherfucker who thinks he’s a pussy cat. That was enough for me to get myself into a battle royal, which I will win and go on to win the world championship as well and uh, in very quick fashion the only person in PWS who will be allowed to call themselves world champion will be this handsome fucker right here. I don’t really care who my opponents are because the only thing I see is the color Gold.
I fully intend on pushing this promotion to the top and making it the fucking place to be. Cleo Phillips is going to be the one to beat right? I plan on getting acquainted with her very soon. The dreams of so many other wrestlers are going to go straight down the drain once they realize that they have no shot at beating me. I didn’t come here to be another number or just another guy who wrestles sporadically on Riot. Nah, I came here to be the fucking man of this place. I’m going to be the face of PWS and you’ll all thank me for it because it’s what this place desperately needs.
I’d like to say I’ll keep it short and sweet with how I’m going to verbally thrash everyone in the battle royal right now but let’s be real. I’ll never keep one of these delicious promos short and sweet. The hard part is deciding who I want to- Oh! How about the other half of the tag team champions? Yeah, He’ll do just fine.
Tyson Sykes, Makes me wonder how many brain cells he has if his tag team partner only has one. Do they share the one cell? I’m going to assume so. Fucker looks like the kind of guy who would do everything controversial just for the sake of it because he doesn’t want to be too ‘woke’. I mean, He’s from New Hampshire for fucks sake. Who the fuck actually lives there? The only people I can imagine living there are racist white- he’s a former cop. Don’t think he was on the force for too long but I can only imagine that he was there long enough to be allowed to beat any girl he tried hitting on. You know damn well he was one of them motherfuckers who would abuse his power and assert his dominance over people with… specific skin colors. I fucking hate pigs. This juiced up fully grown warthog not only has no business being a cop but also no business being in the world title picture of any promotion.
I’ll give porky the pig on steroids credit though! He has some decent mma training but that will also do absolutely fucking nothing for him when he’s as dumb as a he looks quite honestly. I do hope that he loses his temper in the battle royal though because then he’ll be just that much easier to get over the top rope. He’s a big fucker so using his lack of brain cells to my advantage will make him one of the easier targets in the entire match. I’ll throw my lure out and my biggest catch of the day will be none other than ‘The Ripper’.
Now, this Ivory Sullivan girl is one I can understand. She hasn’t been around the scene for too long but already has a vendetta against one of her old homegirls from what I’ve seen. That’s something I can get with, I love a good revenge story. However, that’s all she has going for her. She’s just another plain vanilla girl who thinks she’s gonna make an impact. Let me tell you something before we enter the same ring. Don’t. Just don’t join the match because I would hate to see you embarrass yourself like you will. Go back to Vegas and play a few slot machines because you have a better shot at winning a jackpot on one of those machines than you have at winning this match. Go home.
Image two people having sex and 9 months later they have a child. The child is screaming and crying and it’s the baby boy that they’ve been wanting for so long. Or maybe it was an accident who knows but I digress. The mother holds this child for the first time and is crying with happiness. She looks him in the eyes and tells the doctor “his name’s Dylan.” That’s child abuse straight out the womb. This Dylan Howell character is definitely something else. Someone showed me a clip of this freak breastfeeding a title? Thought they were fucking with me but then this motherfucker wore a bikini to a match much like this one. If I was him I would definitely not be wearing a bikini with a body like that. A fat 37 year old who used to be a mental patient definitely doesn’t sound good on paper does it, Dylan? I don’t even want to know what kind of bullshit you had to do to end up in one of those places but if I were you, get in shape loser. That or retire bitch. Hell, I can even help you with the latter if you want. I can dump you straight over the top rope onto your head and break your neck if that speeds up the process of you getting your disgusting grotesque physique out of here.
I don’t have too much to say about Aaliyah Landerson other than who let a child sign a contract? Shouldn’t she be trying to figure out her locker combination and avoiding bullies in high school? Oh wait she’s just another 2nd generation wrestler who wants to be like their dad. How fucking interesting, I’m absolutely engaged in her storyline. Let’s be real here, Aaliyah, get out of the ring. Just like I told Ivory you need to go home and you need to get some more training from your pops El Landlord or whatever the fuck his name was. OR if you want to actually stick it out, be interesting. There are so many 2nd generation wrestlers around why should anyone give a fuck about you? That’s the thing, they don’t.
Mike Hawk. Do I need to say anything about this… dick head? I mean look at his name. To put it lightly, I’m not even going to acknowledge this absolute loser. A jester, a clown, a fool, you name it and this guy is all of those things put together. Why he became a wrestler is beyond me honestly. From what I’ve seen he doesn't take anything seriously which can be fine but he looks like some youtuber from the mid 2000’s who is doing this as some dare. You know what would be really funny, Mike? If you did a flip over the top rope and eliminated yourself and landed on your head next to Dylan on the floor. I’ll do all of PWS a favor and eliminate the dickhead named Mike Hawk so they don’t have to worry about promoting him too much.
Mr. Sanders. John if I may? He’s one of the only people in all of PWS to actually catch my eye. Pique my interest if you will. He has the look and the attitude to actually be something unlike a lot of the ‘talent’ here so there is a bit of interest in him. So much so that I actually read up on him myself and I will say I can relate to him. Fighting your own demons and your past and coping with arguably the wrong things. I can say, I like you John. You seem like someone I can certainly get along with, possibly even start a partnership with. However, You’re in my way and I will not hesitate to throw you over the top rope if the opportunity arises. Let it be known that out of everyone in the match I hope that when it comes down to the final two competitors that it’s you that I look across the ring from. I just hope you don’t think you’ll actually win because if you do then… I guess you are what you already know. A lost cause.
One of the funnier people I noticed in this match is that we have a whole ass fucking grandma. Jenny seems to be one of the more accomplished and actually decent wrestlers in the match. That deserves to be acknowledged but at the same time, what does she think she’s gonna do? Win? Nah, If she’s lucky she’ll make the final four because of her veteran experience. However I can’t help but to feel… bored when I watched some of her tape. She’s not exactly what I would call interesting just like some of the other competitors in the match. She’s basically just another babyface that will just tell everyone to take their vitamins and drink their milk. All the potential and talent and yet she doesn’t quite have IT does she? I wanna see her bring her best, prove me wrong, nerd. Wouldn’t want to let your man down right? I bet Eddie is a massive pussy who wants to spend the rest of his life with someone as boring as you.
You know what accents I just can’t stand in this world? The ones from fucking Manchester. Can you believe people from there actually fucking exist? Miles Kasey or ‘Milo’ is one of them. Other than him just being an annoying prick from that place there isn’t really much to talk about is there? Classic story of “Oi I’m a cheeky nando and I’m gonna go to the states and fuck up the Americans”. I haven’t even met this guy and I can’t help but hate this try hard the most just because of his fucking face and the inevitable sound of his voice. I do hope he tries to do all that flippy shit he trained to do in the match cause I’d love to just punch him in the mouth and really ground him and send him on two more flights. The first being over the top rope onto his head next to Dylan and Mike. The 2nd flight being back to Manchester where he should probably stay.
My last opponent… uh, Alexandra Calaway… I knew someone with that name a long time ago and I’m going to assume it’s not the same person so- Just don’t get in my way. Couldn't be the same woman anyways, she looked different… She was- let’s stay out of each other's way…
I think that’s everyone? If I forgot someone then they clearly just weren’t important enough to be acknowledged. Now that everyone knows that I’m here to fucking win and I will do just that I want Cleo Phillips to take a good long look at me and know that I’m going to be her opponent. Simple as that.
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Post by Alexandra Sanders on Jul 10, 2022 3:19:38 GMT -5
Flashback 10/2013 4:44 amNova glared down at his girlfriend, whom he kept trapped in his home and would attempt to keep her there until their daughter was born, before doing away with her. He stood over her, having just thrown the pregnant woman to the floor. She had cowered into a corner, curling into herself at the abuse that had been happening to her. "He's gone Alexandra... I destroyed my brother, because of what I told you both. What did I warn you huh? What did I say would happen?"Nova spoke to her once more, his voice was cold, lifeless and yet full of joy. As if he took pleasure in hurting her and proud about having killed his brother. Alexandra looked at him, the pain of knowing that Radio was gone and she couldn't do anything to help him, broke her. Radio was dead and it was her fault.. hers and hers alone. She would have to find a way to atone for that. "You knew what would happen if you got too close to him. I told you. I told you that he would suffer if you two got too close. It's your fault my brother is gone. His blood is on your hands.."She held her stomach, trying to keep the tears from falling over what had just happened, knowing that it would only anger the man further. She knew what Nova was capable of and she knew that he would hurt her, if he could assure that their child would live. "Nova please.. Please tell me that you didn't hurt him.. he has kids Nova.. they need their father.."Nova knelt down next to her, his hand around her throat and a knife at his stomach. He choked her hard for a few moments, leaning down next to her ear while he spoke. "Why do you care so much Alexandra.. soon as that baby is born, you'll join him. And I'll raise our child to be just like me.. and she will NEVER know about you.. or him. Mourn him and I'll cut that baby out of you right now..."She tried to hold back her tears, knowing he would do it. The man she had fallen in love with, had changed, he had become a monster. He had become a man she could no longer trust. She'd have to find a way to get out of there, a way to keep herself from dying and from him taking her daughter away and raising her to be a bad person like him. She tried to hold back the tears, but between him choking her and the thoughts of what he had done. A tear fell from her eyes as she clawed at him to break his hold on her, causing him to let go. "You fucking bitch! I told you what would happen."Nova dug the knife into her stomach, and Alexandra cried out in pain. Tears streamed from her eyes, the knife cutting into her. She screamed for help, to anyone who could hear her, to anyone who could help her. She begged for the life of her child, for her life. She begged to live. She screamed as loudly as she could, hoped that someone would hear it. "NOVA!!! PLEASE!!!! SOMEONE HELP!!! PLEASE!!!!!"Quickly the door busted open and one of his goon squad pulled him out, another couple of the men, lifted her up off the ground and ran her out of the dungeon like room. They ran with her and tried to get her to a hospital, hoping that they could save her life and that of her child. Two men went with her while another man tried to fight off Zak and Nova, as they tried to come after her. She fainted, the inky darkness taking her under. Wins and Losses The Dirty Truth 7/12/22"It's true, my first match here.. was a failure. I went up against Sonya Benson.. and she managed to catch one mistake. She capitalized on it and took the win. The following show, she failed to even show up. No wonder.. But I wont speak on former opponents, know this.. if I should ever meet Ms Benson again.. the outcome will not be the same. On that same show, we saw me destroy Stacy O'Brien. If you thought that was a brutal match, that I completely destroyed my opponent, and just wait until you see what I do this week in this battle royal. Nothing will stop me from winning and going on to face Cleo at Rise to Glory. So let's take a little look at my opponents shall we, we will go in no specific order, so listen up.. losers. Roll the glorious footage I prepared for everyone.."She turned to the television behind her, motioning for everyone to pay attention. There came the image of Mike Hawk, a rather impressive man, but it quickly cuts to mistakes he's made, to his losses. "Mike Hawk is a man with surprising talent, but it seems his focus isn't in the game. I look at you and I see a man who has the potential to be great, but you seem to always fall short of that goal. Yes, I've done my research on you, as I have all of my opponents, save one. You see Mike, you aren't stepping into the ring with someone who is new to this industry. I've been at this since 1999. That's a very long time for a woman in this profession, a very long fucking time. So I've seen men like you come and go over and over again. If I had a dollar for every time someone like you entered this profession.. I would be a multi-millionaire.. and I would have done it by the time I was twenty five.
Please do us all a favor tonight, don't show up. Crawl back into your Youtube studio recording and find something better to do. Like I don't know.. play Minecraft or work on your script for your next Snuff film.. whatever it is.. please.. just don't come to the show. Don't show up, stay home. Do us all a HUGE favor, because if you do, I will be forced to show you exactly why I'm called The Hellion."She shook her head and continued, this time with tapes of Jonathan Sanders, training, working matches, trying to get on the same level as some of the others in this Battle Royal Match. People like, well herself. "Jonathan Sanders, the resident scary guy. When you fought Mike Hawk, I actually paid attention to the match. But for all of your darkness.. and your good looks, I can promise you.. none of that will sway me.. none of that will distract me from throwing you over that top rope and cementing my place in this company. I do respect you though, you aren't afraid to get your hands dirty, you aren't afraid to crawl through the mud, the blood and the filth to get what you want, to get what EVERYONE in this industry craves.. a brilliant win to loss ratio.
What I don't understand about you.. is are you Dracula.. the Mad Hatter.. or just your run of the mill, American psycho wanna be? But I'll be honest with you.. it wont change your fate in this match. That card has already been drawn.. by me. Your fate tonight.. will be like your last loss.. and that downfall, will be compliments of the Dark Queen, Alexandra Calaway. Respect.. or no respect..."Jonathan Sanders was the least person she was worried about, well.. one of the least. Now there's her friend Jennifer Carpenter, the woman who brought her into APEX, the woman who showed her that when there's darkness.. there's still a light. She had given her hope. A clip of the last couple of matches Jenn had flash on the screen. "Jennifer Carpenter, the woman who brought me into this company. A woman who I have a lot in common with. I am a mother too, I get that we need to stick together. But we both know the truth here, you would take me out of this match, just as quickly as I would you.. given the opportunity. There is no loyalty when a win is at stake, especially one that comes with the promise of a future title shot. So please know ahead of time that this isn't personal... it's just business. We both know that's the way it is in this industry.. let's accept that.
The sooner we both accept that whatever happens tonight, doesn't change who we are as people. The only other thing I can ask is that you stay out of my way.. or eliminate yourself, taking out someone like Aaliyah, or Ivory.. or hell.. take out Mike Hawk.. I'm sure he'll enjoy having your legs wrapped around his neck.. it'll be the closest any of these men have been to pussy in a very long fucking time."She laughed softly, knowing that Jenn would find that funny. She then clicked the remote in her hand and clips of Miles Kasey flashed onto the screen, she turned to it for a few moments, giving it a little bit of her attention before chuckling softly. The old "I do it for them.." Fuck that. Do it for yourself.. don't chase the clout of I do it for my dead homie. "Miles Kasey, here we stand.. you do this for a fallen friend.. you do this for honor. You call yourself humble.. but what is there about you really? What makes you stand out from the crowd. Is it your size? No.. it couldn't be that.. there are a great many in this match that have the size advantage over the rest of us. Is it your loyalty to your fallen comrade? No.. it's not that either.. we all have a fallen friend. I respect that.. but it's not going to give you the edge you seek in this match, nor will that give you what you need to go over on a woman like me.
Miles, I wont sit here and insult you. I wont talk about where you are from.. well.. who am I kidding, yes I will. The only REAL talent in Manchester, is your Football team. Maybe Lacrosse. Not true blooded Manchester competitor in this sport has ever been taken seriously. You should have taken up Lacrosse or Football and kept yourself out of the squared circle. Perhaps you should have looked into acting.. I'm sure there are a great many talent agencies that could get you cast quickly. Run.. while you still have a pretty face to live off of."She chuckled and continued on. She knew she still had a lot of people to talk about and very little time left to do it in. That brought her to Ivory Sullivan, a young woman with so much of a life ahead of her, but yet.. she's wasting her time wrestling and for what.. Revenge.. she showed clips of the young woman that she could find.. from the whole two matches she had here in PWS APEX. "Ivory Sullivan, little miss barely ever around, please tell me it's because you are smart and you are off getting a college education back at OU, so that when wrestling fails you will have something else to fall back on. So you've been around the industry long enough to earn yourself some enemies and now you are hellbent on what? Revenge.. let me tell you something someone told me once upon time, when you have revenge on your mind.. dig two graves.. one for you and one for your enemy. Because there is very little you can do to stop the destruction once you start.
Do you want to know what the BEST revenge is my dear.. success. Being better than the person who is your enemy, rack up accomplishments so that the next time you see your little.. enemy.. you have the best revenge.. you are someone, a name.. someone people talk about, a WELL KNOWN NAME, like me my dear.. goodness there really are a lot of you young ladies in this company that could learn something from me."She bowed her head for a moment before pinching the bridge of her nose and shook her head. Opening her eyes once more, she continued on. This time, she clicked the button and Tyson Sykes popped up on the screen, the clips playing for everyone to see. "Tyson Sykes, in the past you have asked the question.. is it insanity doing the same thing over and over, expecting different results? Yes, that is the literal definition of insanity. But to be truly great in this industry, sometimes you must let go of sanity.. and let your inner demons loose on everyone. I have to ask myself this question though.. what is it with MMA guys thinking that just because they've dominated that sport, that they have any chance against people who are properly trained to do this job. Go on.. bring your MMA moves, what is it? Ripper? Well I'm the Dark Queen. Bow down.. Bitch.
Welcome to the Dark Queen's playground. Here in my world, we love to make others bleed. When you step into that ring with me, I'm not going to stand there and make you pass out from a chokehold. No, I'm going to do everything I can to weaken you so much, that I can push your Elmer Fudd looking, pig ass over the top rope. And you can take that to the bank baby. Tell me Tyson, what have you done since Destiny? Absolutely nothing, you are a tag team champion.. and when was the last time you had a defense? Step off this title, till you lose that one. Perhaps I should have my lawyer on retainer, and management should have an ambulance on standby, just incase you have a heart attack."She rolled her eyes and clicked the remote again, showing the video of Dylan Howell, a man who looked like he belonged on a stage at a rock show rather than in the middle of a wrestling ring. But who was she to judge for people for their other hobbies outside of the ring. "Dylan Howell, twenty years in this industry huh? Wow.. I got at least three years in this industry on you. I've been in this game a long time and I've come to realize something. People never fail to amaze me. You are included in that. For such a long and illustrious career, what have you done lately? What kind of fucked up Star Wars, movie do you live in sir? Honestly, married your title.. breast fed a title.. I'm going to let you know this right now. If any of our opponents don't dump your ass over that top rope, I certainly will. At least after that happens you can go back to whatever fucked up universe you came from and stop trying to be something. RETIRE already.. if you don't have it.. you wont ever have it. I at least have something to show for my time here. My record speaks for itself. I have one loss and after tonight.. I will have another tick in the win department.
Fucking hell where does management find these people. I swear, are you all looking in mental institutions because that's clearly where this washed up has been was found. Listen Dylan.. live in that fantasy film set in your head.. talk to your narrator out in the middle of a field somewhere and lose track of time. I promise you, you wont miss anything here. Except me winning the battle royal."Alexandra blew a kiss at the camera. She had watched enough of him, knowing what mistakes to look for to capitalize on him. Clicking the remote again, the image comes up on a young girl, she's still too young to really be doing this career, not matter what her father was before her. Alexandra knew something about being a second generation wrestler and she wasn't afraid to be the voice this young woman needed to hear. "Aaliyah Anderson, my dear.. please take heed to someone older than you. As a fellow second generation wrestler myself, I'll give you and your family the respect that you've earned. However I will also tell you this... just because your father did it.. doesn't mean that you should. It's a dangerous job.. people will try to kill you.. they'll break you down.. they'll tell you they love you.. then try to destroy you. Want to know how I know? I've been there. You are still young.. get out of here, go to college and do something with your life.
If you don't want to listen to me.. let your win to loss record show you the truth. Darling, this isn't the place for you. Respect your father for what he did. Do not become another statistic on a roster of people who got injured because they didn't take the time to seriously think it through. A friend mine died a few months back, because he started this industry too young, got hurt.. didn't have a REAL career to fall back on and guess what.. when he was injured and couldn't wrestle anymore.. he turned to drugs.. overdosed because he missed this business and couldn't do it anymore. I'm sure your father himself can tell you the horror stories.. Just some advice from an older second generation wrestler."She had just finished talking about Aaliyah when his image popped up on the screen, the match from last Riot, showing to everyone. Her heart raced even though she tried to hide it. Her hand going to the tattoo on her arm, stroking over the initials slowly. She shook her head and started to speak. "Michael Rathedon, now there's a man who's got it right. There's a man who has everything in order. He's super focused, he's hypervigilant and there's just something about him that screams.. champion. Now, does that mean I fear him.. no. But something about him seems so.. familiar. Michael.. Rathedon.. M.R. Those initials aren't new to me, though I don't believe I have ever met the man, I could tell from the last Riot, he was on fire, gunning to make it to the top and I believe that he can. I believe that he has everything it takes to be a champion and then some. Would he make a fine opponent if we happen to make it to the last two? Of course he would and I would view it as an honor.
Michael, I'll speak directly to you now. Should we be the last two to face each other.. the last two standing. I will consider it an honor to shake your hand and face you one on one, for a shot at the most prestigious title in this company. You remind me a lot of someone I used to know, a man who wouldn't back down from a fight, no matter who he was standing against. He was witty.. and he told me once that standing across from me.. would be an honor. Now I'm pretty sure he meant a different way, but I feel that even if he had been standing here across from me in the center of that ring.. he too would have seen the beauty in it.. and put the same passion into it, that he would any other match. But you know.. Video killed the Radio Star... "She pauses looking at the image on the screen until someone taps her on the shoulder. She takes a moment to shake off the thoughts flowing through her head, before she continues to speak, closing off her moment on the screen, at least until the match later on that evening. "There you have it. So if any of you have an issue with what I've said.. deal with it. I'll see you in the ring. Welcome to Hell, where the winner is the one who sits on the throne, The Dark Queen, Alexandra Calaway."With that she pushed the camera man away and the scene faded out on her walking down the hallway. FADE TO BLACK
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Post by Mike Hawk on Jul 10, 2022 19:50:30 GMT -5
Act 1: The Actening
Scene 1: Mr. Sadman, Sad Me a Man *The camera comes in on a sad hill. A grassy hill with a black sky above it. Stars twinkle in the night as the camera focuses intently on this hill. Pay attention, this is going to be on the test later. The hill does nothing, for it is a hill. A spooky hill. Oooh, spooky. Soon, however, the spookiness of the spooky hill is interrupted by narration. A single solemn voice speaks in a low tone, in a tone that mimics PWS: Apex star and former Collateral Damage Champion Jonathan Sanders. It is Edwin “E” Mo, Mike Hawk’s parody sadboi. He begins.*E. Mo: There once was a man from Nantucket…*The camera cuts to the shore of a beach. The beach does nothing, for it is a beach. A spooky beach. Oooh, spooky. The sky is dark, because that’s a requirement in these promos for some reason. There’s a lone umbrella on the beach, but nobody’s picking it up. Somebody should really pick that up. A seagull flies across the screen, doing a low, eerie bird call. The narration comes in again.*E. Mo: Whose dick was so long he could suck it. *The camera then cuts again, this time to a dilapidated building. It looks like it’s been dilapidated for a while. The building does nothing, for it is a building. The windows are blacked out, because who’d want to see into an old shitty building anyway? It’s probably full of like… bugs and stuff. Gross. Anyhow, Hawk continues.*E. Mo: He said with a grin…*The camera cuts to an eagle. The eagle squawks, for it is an eagle, before taking off into the sky, only to run into a building and fall onto an adjacent low roof. The person behind the camera snickers as the narration soon follows.*E. Mo: As he wiped off his chin…*Cut to a dark city street in a rainstorm. Lightning strikes, illuminating the street to show some guy under an umbrella eating a submarine sandwich. He realizes he’s in the shot and runs off. Hawk, as Edwin Mo, continues speaking.*E. Mo: “If my ear was a cunt…” *We get one final cut, this time to the sad man himself, sitting in a small room, probably no bigger than a closet, as he looks at the camera, his face shrouded in pitch blackness, a solitary pull-on light being the only thing in view besides his sad fuckin’ face. He reaches up and pull the light chain, making it come on, as expected.*E. Mo: “I could fuck it.”*The light immediately turns back off. Hawk pulls the chain again but nothing happens. He pulls the chain repeatedly, making an annoyed sound as he reaches for something off-screen. He brings a flashlight into view and turns it on, pointing it at his own face.*E. Mo: Now th-*The flashlight immediately goes out too, and Hawk’s frustration is obvious. He takes the time to breathe in, then makes a very exaggerated sigh as he quickly runs off-camera, coming back a few seconds later with his phone, which he uses to light the scene.*E. Mo: Moses. He built a boat, or something. Or was that Noah? No, I think it was Noah. Noah built a boat because God said “Hey, here’s a bunch of fuckin’ rain”, and Noah was like “No, please, don’t do that,” and God was like, “Too bad, I’m gonna!” and then it rained for 40 days straight. The fuck, God? *He does an exaggerated shrugging motion as he says this, his eyebrows contorting into a “what the fuck?” kind of expression, before going back to as normal as he can be in this getup, a huge frown coming over his face. He points the phone light at his own face, tapping on the screen when it goes dark from inactivity, re-illuminating the scene.*E. Mo: And then Noah built a HUUUUUUGE fuckin’ boat, my guy. Like, he just took a lot of wood and some nails, and just built a gigantic boat. One that could house every animal. Except Bigfoot, because he beat Noah at cards the week prior. Now, I bet you’re wondering what any of this has to do with my opponents tonight.*He pauses, staring at the camera in awkward silence as the phone light goes out from inactivity again. After an uncomfortably long pause, we slowly fade to black.*Scene 2: PWS Apex Riot on Apex the Riot Apex of Riot 2: The Return of Apex*We cut backstage to an interview room in Apex. It’s got a TV in the back that says “PWS: Apex” on it, as well as an interviewer, clearly played by Mike Hawk in a suit and tie, and a couple of people also played by Hawk, one in a long brown wig and the other in a luchador mask. The interviewer speaks.*Buck: Hi, I’m Apex’s new interviewer, Buck Futthole. I’m joined here live by a competitor in the 10-person battle royal later tonight, El Landerson’s daughter Aaliyah Landerson, and her father El Landerson’s daughter Aaliyah Landerson’s father El Landerson. Aaliyah, how do you think you’re going to overcome 9 opponents tonight? *Hawk, in the wig as Aaliyah, speaks in a very bland and monotone way.*Aaliyah: yes i am going to overcome the opponents tonight on pws apex riot on riot with apex of the riot, then i will challenge for every title at once yes hooray.
Buck: Um… What?
Aaliyah: because what my opponents dont know is that if theyre fighting me then they dont know the true apex riot i am apex riot and always have been deep inside. If i dont say apex riot every 4 and a half minutes my eyes will explode. this is the apex of riot, and in the match tonight against mike hawk dylan howell jonathan sanders alexandra calaway aaliyah landerson no wait thats me miles milo kasey tyson sykes ivory sullivan michael rathedon and jennifer carpenter theyll all see what i can do on apex riot on riot.
Buck: Please stop talking.
Aaliyah: its the six one nine.
Buck: …El Landerson, do you have anything to add?*The masked Hawk speaks in an equally monotone voice.*El: yes i do id just like to say that pws apex riot on apex is brought to you by the apexest of riots pws apex riot on apex its the six one nine. *Buck pauses for a long time.*Buck: …Thank you Landersons, I’m going to go kill myself. I’ve been Buck Futthole. JR, Alf, back to you. *The camera fades the black.*Scene 3: It’s Ripping Time!*The camera fades in on a locker room, with Hawk in a bald cap playing well-known punchy man Tyson Sykes. He shouts indistinguishably and punches one of the blue lockers beside him.*Sykes: I AM RIPPY THE RIP MAN. I AM ANGRY ABOUT THE MATCH TONIGHT. RIPPY HAS TO FIGHT PARTNER NOSFERATU. *He punches the locker again, this time in a different place.* Rippy the Rip Man: OW, MY HAND. NOSFERATU SAID RIPPY COULD HAVE TITLE, BUT RIPPY NOT WANT BE IN MATCH WITH NOSFERATU, BECAUSE HE BETTER IN ALL WAYS. HE ACTUALLY WIN MATCH AGAINST MIKE HAWK. THAT MORE THAN RIPPY. *Rippy picks up a bench and throws it as hard as he can. Alexander Lyons, also played by Hawk, wearing a paper plate that says “The Other One” on it, walks into the room and is immediately knocked out by the bench.* Rippy the Rip Man: RIPPY SHOW THE WORLD WHAT RIPPY CAN DO. WE AS ANITHESICISISIPHYS WILL KILL THE ROSTER! RIPPY MISUNDERSTOOD. RIPPY SIMPLY WANTS LOVE. LOVE IN THE FORM OF HORRIBLE SENSELESS VIOLENCE. RAAAAAHHHH. *He kicks the locker.* Rippy the Rip Man: THIS MAKES ME ALL HURTY. WHY DO I DO IT!? *He kicks it again, repeatedly.*Rippy the Rip Man: I SHOULD NOT KEEP DOING IT!*He keeps doing it.*Rippy the Rip Man: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! *He headbutts the locker very hard and knocks himself unconscious. Fade out.*Scene 4: Just Michael.*The screen turns on like a computer screen, focusing on a drawn image of a classroom. An anime character in a school uniform comes on. She’s got strawberry blonde hair, with a red bow in her short locks. A text box appears on-screen with her name in the upper left hand corner.* Sayori: Michael! Welcome back! *She shifts positions on the screen.*Sayori: You’re… back. Again. *She has a different pose, then it says *sigh* on the screen. It shifts again so she’s looking at him.* Sayori: You fucking weeb. I mean, I guess I can keep pretending to care about you, since… y’know, someone has to, but this is really unhealthy. *She shifts position again, like she’s curious about what he’s doing. After a pause, she has her hands on her hips like she’s disgusted.* Sayori: Ugh, really? You’re looking up porn of me AGAIN? How long will you keep doing this, Michael? I mean, first there was the “Michael Rathedon x Sayori” fanfiction you wrote, and now this? It’s EVERY NIGHT, Michael, I’m just concerned, that’s all. As your fictional lover, I’m deeply concerned about… all of this. *Another pause, with a “...” in the text box.*Sayori: I don’t think there’s a way to do that. *She suddenly switches to a look of confusion and horror.* Sayori: No, wait, Michael, don’t, you’ll blow a hole through- *She’s cut off by a black screen and the sound of cracking glass and electricity. The noise fades out as the scene is set to change.*Scene 5: What Does the H Stand For?*The sky. Blue as blue can be, the bluest blue you will ever see. …I didn’t mean for that to rhyme. Anyhow, there are also white fluffy clouds all around. The sun is shining, it’s a beautiful day in the sky, as our actual lord and saviour Jesus H. Tapdancing Christ comes on-screen, played by… yeah, you guessed it. Hawk’s dressed as Jesus, with a long brown beard and a wig to match, as well as a long white robe and brown sandals.* Jesus: ‘Sup, fuckers? I’m Jesus. You may remember me from such classics as The Bible, and The Bible 2: Moses Strikes Back. And I’m here to deliver unto you a message about one of my many, MANY children, Jennifer.*He gives a warm smile towards the camera.*Jesus: See, I’m widely known as the world’s greatest carpenter. See? I even have a mug to prove it. *He holds up a mug that says “World’s Best Carpenter” on it. He drops it and it’s safely caught by the cloud he’s standing on.* Jesus: But Jennifer? She’s a disgrace to the Carpenter name. In fact, I’ve heard from a close friend that she’s never built ANYTHING. Can you believe it!?*A group of people gasp from off-screen.*Jesus: I know! I know! It’s truly insane! She’s an 11 time champion and yet she’s never so much as put a chair together! Hey, it’s called IKEA, lady. They provide all the instructions for you. All you have to do is follow simple instructions that are in some vague foreign style of English, how hard is that!? Oh, and speaking of IKEA, you know who founded it?*He points at himself with both thumbs, giving a cheeky little smirk..*Jesus: Me. This guy. Jesus. Star of The Bible 3: The Revenge of Methuselah. The man who once ate 76 hotdogs in 2 minutes because he got super high with Buddha. The guy who tamed a crocodile just so he could put it in a funny hat. *The people cheer, again from off-screen. A crocodile walks by in a “cat in the hat” style hat. The audience cheers louder.* Jesus: That’s right, cheer. Cheer for me, mortals! And thank you very much for heeding my words. Jennifer Carpenter can’t be trusted. She can wrestle, but she can’t put up a shelf to save her life. So says the real, actual Jesus Christ. Thank you. *The audience claps for him as the camera fades to white, then cuts from there to black.*Scene 6: Entropy & Ivory*The scene fades in on a family barbeque in a backyard. It’s a beautiful, sunny day, the sun shining on the grass, a beam of light across the pool, as Mike Hawk comes on-screen dressed like Ivory Sullivan. Hawk starts flipping burgers, whistling “I’ve been working on the Railroad”, as he looks up at the sun, speaking in a high-pitched voice to match the female costume.*Ivory: It’s a beautiful day for this. *She smiles, flipping a patty.*Ivory: I’ve got a match tonight… but I’m going to win, because of the… power of family, or some bullshit like that. I’m sure I’ll think of something, and I’m sure it’ll work too, because this place LOOOOVES a good family drama! *Whistling a bit more, “Ivory” looks off-screen.* Ivory: Isn’t that right, dad?*The camera pans over to show a single red brick on a lawn chair. The brick has sunglasses on and has a glass of lemonade beside it.* Ivory: Hahaha! That’s my dad! *Some silly music plays as credits roll. The camera cuts to black at the end of the credits.*Scene 7: The Miracle of Life*A hospital. A huge fuckoff building with equally-huge fuckoff white walls, with a big red cross in the top center, with a bunch of windows underneath. We cut to inside, as Hawk, dressed as PWS: Apex newcomer Alexandra Calaway, except mockingly older, is in a hospital bed, a basketball under his hospital gown to give the illusion of pregnancy, with Hawk also dressed as her husband, in a full suit and tie because I don’t know what Mr. Calaway looks like, on a chair beside her. Hawk comes in dressed as a doctor.* Doctor Mike: Okay, Alexandra, push! Push! The baby’s coming!
Alexandra: Look, I’m fuckin’ trying, okay!? I’m really old, this kind of thing happens to you when you get to be my age, sonny! *She pushes hard, grunting as she does. The doctor smiles at her as he takes the baby in his arms. The baby is clearly a doll, but that doesn’t stop the doctor from smacking it so hard it almost flies across the room, before wrapping it in a white blanket.* Doctor Mike: Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Calaway, it’s a girl. *He hands the baby to the white-haired Alex, who takes her new daughter in her arms. The camera’s focused on Alexandra’s face as she looks down at her new child.*Alexandra: Honey, look… our beautiful baby. I can’t believe we have a daughter. She has your eyes.*The camera zooms out to show her husband very slowly loading a handgun.*Alexandra: Just think… the circle of life continues, despite how INCREDIBLY fuckin’ old I am. Like, I’m surprised I was even able to reproduce. I hope you feel the same way I do, dear.*Her husband slowly puts the barrel of the gun in his mouth.*Alexandra: We’ll have someone to carry on the family legacy of wrestling way past your prime and having nothing to show for it. Finally, the- *She’s interrupted by her husband pulling the trigger, falling to the ground with blood pouring from his head.*Alexandra: OH MY GOD!*The camera suddenly cuts to black.*Scene 8: Judge Jude… Don’t Make it Bad…*The camera cuts to a packed courtroom. White walls with a brown trim at the bottom, and wooden floors to match. There’s a witness on the stand, giving a testimony, and the judge, played b- yeah, you know by now, bangs his gavel. An announcer speaks up as some black text comes on-screen.* Announcer: “Court Stories” is filmed before a live courtroom full of people. These are real people, not actors. Yes, you heard me. Actors aren’t real people. I’m discriminatory against all actors. But at least I admit it!
Judge Hawk: This is adjourned. The next case will be… “Miles Kasey vs. ‘My Lying Cunt of a Wife’?” *He looks down at Hawk, dressed with Miles’ overly-messy hair but still in a suit, as he nods and leans into the microphone on his table.*Milo: Yes, your honor. *He speaks in a weirdly gravelly tone, not at all matching how Miles speaks. He also does a stereotypical New York accent.* Judge Hawk: Well, fuck it, I’m not gonna question that. Now then…*He reads off of a piece of paper.* Judge Hawk: Mr. Kasey, you say that your wife claims she… invented space?Milo: That is correct. She came to me and said “Hey, y’see that up there?” and she pointed up at the night sky. And I said “Yeah? What about it?” and she says “It’s mine. All of it. I built it from the ground up.” And I was baffled! Judge Hawk: Mrs. Kasey, what do you have to say for yourself?*The camera cuts to Mrs. Kasey, once again played by Hawk, and it’s just Miles again but with a bow in her hair and some lipstick. Same outfit and everything. He also speaks in the same voice.*Mrs. Kasey: What!? That’s ridiculous, I never said that!
Milo: A-ha, but what if she’s lying right now!?
Judge Hawk: Good point.
Mrs. Kasey: How is that a good point!?
Judge Hawk: Now then, Miles, you also say your wife claims to own 72 countries?
Mrs. Kasey: What!?
Milo: Yep. She even told me. “Hey, y’know Kazakhstan? Yeah, that’s mine, and so are 71 other countries. Including, but not limited to: Canada, Russia, Australia, Papua New Guinea, Lesotho, Peru, El Salvador, Guyana, Yemen, Kuwait, and Eurosalakavaniastan.”
Judge Hawk: That last one isn’t even a real country!
Milo: I know! That’s what I said!
Mrs. Kasey: This is completely ridiculous, he’s making things up about me!
Judge Hawk: We’ll get to you in a moment, Mrs… what was it?
Mrs. Kasey: Kasey.
Judge Hawk: Right, Mrs. Casket. Now, Mr. Kasey, we’ll stick with you because your story’s more interesting for TV. You say your wife says that spoons were her idea?
Milo: Yep! She came to me one day and said “Hey! Y’know what people need to stop doing? Eating soup with their hands!” And I said “People don’t eat soup with their hands.” And she said “Not anymore, with my invention!” And she just handed me a spoon and walked away.
Judge Hawk: Unbelievable. She knows spoons have been around for thousands of years, right?
Milo: She does now, your honor.
Judge Hawk: My god… so, what else has she claimed?
Milo: Well, she also says that she has 640 black belts.
Judge Hawk: And what does she claim they’re in?
Milo: Karate. All of them in karate.
Judge Hawk: She doesn’t even look like she has ONE black belt!
Mrs. Kasey: I can’t believe this, I do not say those things!
Judge Hawk: Well, I’ve heard enough. I think this is grounds for divorce.
Mrs. Kasey: It is!?
Milo: I knew it! Hell yeah! Thanks, Mr. Judgey… type… person… thingy…
Judge Hawk: You got it, my guy! *The announcer comes on again, as text displays on-screen that says “COURT STORIES (in color)”.*Announcer: Up next on ”Court Stories”: The people vs. Hawaiian Pizza. *The camera cuts to a group of people on one side of the courtroom, one of the people shrugging.*Person: We just don’t think it should have pineapple! *The camera pans over to show a huge Hawaiian pizza in a suit and tie.*Hawaiian Pizza: DON’T TELL ME HOW TO LIVE! *The announcer comes back on.*Announcer: Who watches this shit? Seriously, who the fuck thinks this is… oh! Um, tune in next to see more exciting cases! *The camera cuts out.*Scene 9: Howell-ing at the Moon*The next scene shows Mike Hawk at the airport. He’s in a blonde, shoulder-length wig and an almost KISS-like getup, with spiked shoulder pads and everything, and even wearing the signature black-and-white face paint. He reads a magazine that says “Crazy People Monthly”, whistling to himself as he looks around. The airport is packed full of people. Outside we can see planes taking off, with one guy in the background trying to hold onto the back of a plane as it takes off.* Dylan: Oh, Gary Busey’s still insane. That’s nice.*He turns the page, before he hears a whistle from beside him.*Dylan: YES SERGEANT?*He looks over, to instead see a beautiful woman.*Dylan: Oh.*She’s got curvaceous hips, prominent cleavage, and the face of… a title belt with googly eyes on it. Howell is in absolute shock as he looks this title belt person up and down. The belt-person speaks with a synthesized text-to-speech voice.*Belty: Hey, handsome, my name is Belty. Short for Beltina. How’d you like to come back to my place?
Dylan: This has got to be a dream come true! Surely I’m dreaming right now!*He punches himself in the face.*Dylan: Ow, god dammit! *He gasps.*Dylan: Hey, I’m NOT dreaming! *He looks back over at Belty, who in turn looks back at him. And he looks at her. And she looks at him. He puts a hand on her thigh.*Belty: Oh, you! You’re incorrigible!
Dylan: Does that mean… you incorrige me?
Belty: You’re goddamn right it does! Now come here, you!*The belt-woman grabs Dylan and plants her belt-face against his regular face. They make out for a bit, before it cuts to the bedroom, where the camera focuses on Dylan as clothes fly in from off-screen. Soon Belty is seen in bed with Dylan as only a title belt with googly eyes. Dylan, of course, is still fully clothed, because he’s a maniac. Some sexy music starts playing over a montage of Dylan repeatedly hitting the title belt with his dick, accompanied by grunts, moans, and text-to-seech cries of “Oh yes” and “Do it to me”. After it’s all over, it cuts to Dylan lying in the bed next to Belty, smoking a cigarette, with one resting gently on the title belt as well, looking like it’s been glued in place since it’s staying fairly upright.*Dylan: Ahhh… that was amazing.
Belty: Indeed. I am very happy. You are one hell of a man.
Dylan: I suuuuuuuure am, aren’t I? *The camera slowly fades to black.*Act 2: The Act Returns *We cut to Hawk in a blank room, green walls line the… walls. I didn’t think that through. Hawk is wearing a red shirt that reads, in white letters, “That thing you like sucks”. He sits on a stool, looking directly into the camera, as he speaks.* Mike: Y’know… thinking about this match has made me realize something. I have 9 opponents, and they each have something in common with one of the 9 total Star Wars movies. *He pauses, thinking for a moment.* Mike: Let’s start with you, Dylan. You’re The Phantom Menace, because you’re a joke. You think you’re taken seriously, but you’re not. You’re too goofy for your own good. And I know, I know, I’m one to talk, but at least I can get serious when I want to be. Granted, I just did a parody segment of you having sex with a title belt, so I’m not helping my case, but uh… rest assured, I can and have! I promise! *He smirks.* Mike: Speaking of my previous accomplishments… Tyson Sykes, you’re Attack of the Clones, because you think you’re as good as any of the others. You’re not, though. And you never have been. Because we all know that the best thing you ever did was being accidentally associated with Nosferatu and his gang of My Chemical Romance fuck buddies.*His face hardens as he thinks about Jonathan Sanders.*Mike: Speaking of which… hello again, Johnny Boy. How long’s it been? Oh, right, not fucking long enough! I don’t know how many times I have to teach you this lesson, Revenge of the Sith. That’s right, you’re episode 3. And really, is anyone surprised? The emo, broody bastard child of the franchise that also gave birth to its greatest villain? Yeah, you’re Episode 3. No question.*He cracks his knuckles.*Mike: Alexandra Calaway, you’re A New Hope, because you’re old as shit. The only good memories people have of you are nostalgic feelings of a time long gone. You started wrestling in 1999, when wrestling was the biggest thing on the planet, and now you think you’re still just as likely to be successful? That’d be like Thomas Edison trying to invent the lightbulb again now. Just wouldn’t be the same, and we’d all agree, he’s kinda past his prime. *Another pause, this time putting a hand on his chin as if he’s thinking.*Mike: Miles… I had a hard time placing you, not gonna lie, but I’ve realized, you’re The Empire Strikes Back… because you had one good moment. You won the United title, then what? Fuck all, that’s what. That’s the only thing people remember you for, and it was so long ago that they probably don’t even remember you did it! Like, that was long enough ago that Alexandra Calaway was… wait, that’s a bad example.*He chuckles to himself, shaking his head slightly before looking back at the camera.* Mike: And now we get to you, Jenny. Hey, Miss Carpenter! Oh, but that’s just it, isn’t it? You ARE Miss Carpenter. And that’s why you’re Return of the Jedi. Because you’re only so well known because the people around you are famous. Your family is known, and so people will put up with knowing you too. And I know what some people are going to say, “Return of the Jedi is underrated!” No it fucking isn’t. Jabba’s Palace is a good set piece, then NOTHING of note happens until the end. Anyway… I’m getting off-track here.*He takes a deep breath, stretching, focusing on the neck and back, groaning a bit as he does.*Mike: Michael Rathedon… you motherfucker, you were almost as hard to place as Miles, but I think I’ve done it. You’re The Force Awakens, because you’re ordinary. You’re doing the same thing as everyone else. You won’t tell people your backstory? You’re of “unknown origin”? Wow, how cool AND original, everyone must LOVE you and your cool, trendy, mysterious origin story. Not like I’ve seen THAT a BILLION times in a BILLION places already. So in short, Michael, you’re fine for what you are, but what you are is a cheap imitation of millions that have come before you. So my advice to you? Either get something better or stop trying to pretend like what you’re doing is in any way original. Because it isn’t. *Hawk looks deadly serious as he looks directly into the camera.*Mike: Aaliyah Landerson, you’re The Last Jedi… because nobody likes you. You’re widely seen as the absolute worst of your kind. You AND your father, Masky McGee. Your promos are rambling, you go on and on about nothing all the damn time, using buzzwords that you think will win you the world title… you’re just a politician, and not a very good one. And given that I’m the president, I’m already higher than you. So don’t even try to win. Or, to put it in terms you’ll understand… on Apex Riot, you’ll be beaten for the titles in Apex on Riot. Riot Apex! I don’t know how you think saying the promotion and TV show name again and again will help, but whatever helps you sleep at night, I guess. *He stretches, yawning as the final opponent comes up.*Mike: And that leaves just one more. Ivory Sullivan. You’re The Rise of Skywalker, because you’re young and inexperienced. You rely on the others to get a sense of what to do, and because so many of your opponents have so many different styles, you’re not quite sure what you’re doing yet. You’re out there with no sense of direction, but you’re trying your best. But it’s okay, because unlike Star Wars Episode 9, you will eventually get people to like you. *Hawk pauses, giving a small nod.*Mike: Yeah… this is all I’m doing for this. I wanted to go to comic-con to do this, fuck with people there, do a whole walk-around while talking, but I didn’t have time to set up anything elaborate or extravagant after the plethora of parodies I did this week; did you SEE that mess? I made 9 separate sketches for you fucks, you’d better appreciate it! Anyway, thank you all for- oh fuck, I’m out of words.*Hawk stops talking and leaves the room. We fade to black on the empty stool.*
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Post by Ivory Sullivan on Jul 10, 2022 21:28:50 GMT -5
The day started out like any other day. Ivory Sullivan woke up before dawn, got in a light workout, ate breakfast and took a warm shower. As she is getting dressed, the sound of knuckles tapping on her door echoes through her one bedroom apartment.
"I'll be right with you," Ivory says as she is brushing her teeth. The knocking continues which is starting to frustrate her to no end. "Patience is a virtue," she says after spitting on water that she used to rinse her teeth. "Cut the shit," a voice rings out as Ivory steps out of the bathroom drying her hands while looking through the peephole. A strange sensation travels down her spine as she opens the door.
"Good morning Daryl," Ivory greets the fairly tall man with a five o'clock shadow on his face. "What's so good about it?" he answers in the most gloomiest tone. "You are alive. That's something to be happy about," Ivory tells him with a smile on her face. Daryl lets out a grunt before sliding a file folder across her kitchen counter.
Ivory glances at the folder before shoving the file back towards Daryl. "What's that?" she asks him. "Your daddy has a job for you," answers Daryl. "No," Ivory says instantly as she walks around her island toward the closet next to the living room. "Are you seriously going to disobey your father?" Daryl asks with a look of shock all over his face.
Ivory gets down to one knee to pull out her wrestling bag with her newest gear that she had custom made for this upcoming Riot. "The short answer is yes. My father knows that I am no longer in that kind of work anymore," Ivory says while unzipping her bag to make sure everything she needs is there. She digs around while scratching her head.
"You are playing with fire Ivory. No one tells Brick Sullivan no," Daryl retorts. Ivory is muttering to herself while moving around the room like a bee buzzing around a flower. "Did you hear me Ivory?" he asks her. Ivory continues to ignore him as she grabs a thing of deodorant and places it in the side pouch of her bag. "Are you even listening to me?" Daryl says in a stern voice as Ivory is just smirking.
"I stopped listening when you started talking like an idiot. If I wanted to listen to an idiot then I would spend hours watching a Landerson promotional video," Ivory answers causing Daryl to cock his head to the side. Before he goes to ask, Ivory holds her hand up. "Don't bother asking me about them. Neither one of them are good enough but yet they show up every time. Aaliyah Landerson thinks she is ready to be a world champion. I don't. She relies to much on her father to get her everywhere. I don't need my father. I can do this on my own, " she says as Daryl is scratching the side of his head.
"What in the hell was that?" he asks her as Ivory appears to be in her own little world.
"You know Landerson isn't the only one. Sykes, Hawk and Sanders all need help to get what they want regardless of who they hurt in the long run. Sykes and Sanders have some sort of agenda that no one understands and yet they expect all of us to cower in fear. I'm not afraid of NUTJOBS who follow a conspiracy theory. Do you know what i do to them? I knock them out! Plain and simple. I don't need some hidden agenda. My agenda was simple hunt Ella Singleton done and become a world champion. One part is complete. Now it's time to complete the other half.
I know it won't be easy. Rathodon and Calaway are the freshest meat so to speak. They are also the cockiest pieces of trash that I ever heard. I mean Calaway waltzes into Apex. Loses on her first night and is now thrusted into an opportunity to face Cleo Phillips. Yeah, I don't see that happening. Same thing goes for Rathodon. You two need to understand that there is a line and you both need to start at the back. I don't mind bashing either of you upside the head just to prove a point.
You see this is my moment and I'm not going to let it slip out of my fingers. I will pray that you all come to your senses but if you don't then I will have a shot of Ivory just waiting. My inexperience will not hinder me. It will help me. It will motivate me to push myself harder than ever before and I am looking forward to it, " Ivory says before letting out a deep breath. Daryl lowers his phone and looks directly at Ivory.
"Your dad wants to see you," he tells her. Ivory shrugs her shoulder. "I have a flight to catch," she replies while walking out of the door.
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Post by sykes on Jul 10, 2022 22:11:28 GMT -5
Do I still want to do this? I'm not ok.
Blaming people is easy. There will always be a reason why you can't. You're either being held down, not valued, not given the tools to succeed - it's the world's simplest thing to find an excuse why success isn't an option.
What's hard is to realize that the problem? Is you. To wake up every morning fucking miserable and wonder why. To go through your day waiting for the moment you can drink yourself to sleep so you can wake up tomorrow and do the same thing. Life pales in comparison to dreams - so why bother waking up? What's the point? You can lie to yourself and say it'll be different tomorrow. That you're going to prove yourself finally. Better yourself once and for all. Make a difference in the world. Hell, you can even fool yourself that it's true for a few days, a couple weeks, maybe a month or two. I'm not ok.
Then, inevitably, life shits on you again and you spend every waking hour wishing you didn't have to be awake. Call it anxiety. Call it depression. I call it life.
This isn't a pep talk. There's no grandiose meaning behind this. No bigger picture you can look into.
This isn't for you. It's for me. It's a reality check. There's nothing in this life for me.
I'm not ok.
...
And no.
I don't want to do this anymore.
"It's been a while. I've heard the chatter, people asking where the hell Tyson Sykes has been. Sure, I've been hovering around... but I haven't truly been AROUND for a while.
The truth is, I don't know what I'm doing anymore. I came into this thinking I had all the answers and that I had everything all figured out. I thought I was going to walk in here dick swinging and have a fucking rocket strapped to my back.
But that didn't happen.
Then I thought that if I found a group of people who had similar thoughts to mine, similar pains and struggles - that together we'd finally break through and I'd finally get to the place I wanted to be.
But that didn't happen.
So I figured I'd just take the spotlight. I'd call out every mother fucker that the suits and drool-shirts sitting at their keyboards loved... and I'd crush them one by one. And then, finally, I'd get my shot.
But... that didn't happen.
I became bitter. I became angry. I've been blinded by a vision of the future that I've wanted so badly... that when the time came that I FINALLY got my shot... it was impossible for me to fail. Right? Well guess what.
That DID happen.
I failed. I wasn't held down. It wasn't Lyons fault. It wasn't Sanders fault. It's not Star or Laura or Jack or Bella or Milo or Chaz... it's nobodies fault. It's Tyson Sykes fault.
Call it self sabotage, call it fate, call it whatever the fuck you want - but the fact of the matter is every time I'm given a shot to succeed in this fucking company - I black out. I become a shell of myself, distractable, valuable, mentally unhinged... I became a psychopath and not in the singularly dangerous way to an opponent - but in a self destructive way. And no matter what I do. No matter what I fucking do.
It always stays the same.
So here we find ourselves with yet another opportunity, so I must be plotting my takeover right? I must be getting studying up on everyone in this contest, watching tape, learning every single person's weakness so I can take them down and get that title shot that I deserve... right?
Nope. I sit here and I exist as days pass unnoticed. As more and more people drop from this roster and more and more climb up onto it... I'm just... here. I'll be honest with each and every one of you - this match has been announced for weeks now, and I just bothered to look at who's in it about forty minutes ago. Half the names on that board I've never seen before in my life. And it makes me sick.
Not because people are coming into this company. If you caught me in this position two months ago I'd be bitching about these newbies showing up and getting an opportunity that I've absolutely killed myself for. I'd tell you all about the conspiracy behind it, how management was throwing everything at the wall to try and escape from giving me what I deserve. I'd have said a bunch of shit. But you know why it makes me sick?
Because - I - make me sick. Who the fuck am I? I sit in an apartment complex on a dirty matteress without sheets because it's too hard to get the motivation to do laundry - to hard to do a single fucking thing. I sit and I wait, not for an opportunity, but an excuse to pretend that I exist. But let's face it - do I? I certainly don't act like I do. It's as if I'm some fantasy character in a fucked up, suffering mind, and I don't exist until they want me to. I had dreams. Things that I wanted to do so, so badly. But it's clear... dreams are just for those asleep - not those who can barely stand being awake.
So what's the point of doing this at all?
Because I'm afraid if I don't, then that'll be it. I'll cease to exist.
So. That's what we're going to do. We're going to show up to the Barclay's Center, and we're going to remind evey single person in that arena and watching at home that I fucking exist. We're going to step into the ring with some of the best this company has to offer, and we're going to go to work. I'm not promising a win. I'm not promising that I'll go on to face Cleo for the vacant Apex Championship. Hell, I don't even know if I'm in a place to do so.
But what I am going to do is make it a whole hell of a lot harder for everyone else in that match to do so and walk out able to compete for that title. I don't care who you are... EVERYONE in that match has a target on their head.
Everyone.
Because if I don't get to ever realize my dreams...
I'm going to make everybody else's a nightmare."
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Post by Jennifer Makarios -Lopez on Jul 10, 2022 22:47:03 GMT -5
Checking in. (It’s been a while since Destiny happened, and since then everyone has been busy with their lives and doing other things that kept the family separated for a while. But, It’s been a couple of months since Eddie’s retirement and that’s where we find Jenn. She’s hanging out with her friend and Ex husband. Some people always turn their noses up at them whenever they hang out, but they don’t care. They had their marriage, it didn’t work out and they remained friends, that’s all they care about.) Jenn:Hey! Eddie:Sup! Jenn:How are you feeling after the match you had with Gracie? Eddie:My body feels good but my knees still feel it, deep down it’s a fight that I wanted and I got it. I always wondered what it’d be like to wrestle her and I found out. She’s as good as I thought she was, even better. Better than I was at her age, and the scary part is? She’s only going to get better. I’ve never seen anybody who is driven and dedicated to this business like she is… Jenn:I have… Eddie:Who? Jenn:You….. (Jenn smiles warmly toward Eddie.) Jenn:Look we can talk about Gracie all day, but it takes 2 people to make a great wrestling match. You looked amazing out there, It was almost like watching a version of Eddie from 10 years ago. The way you were flying around the ring, diving through ropes and you also looked like you were having fun too, It was like you were almost at peace with retirement and you didn’t want to let that moment go…. (Eddie nods while letting out a sigh.) Eddie:I was at peace. That’s why I was out there having fun again, I guess I needed someone that I could trust to carry a match and I found that dancing partner. Yeah, I didn’t want that moment to go, but I realized once that final bell rang, that was it. I was going to be a normal person and then you went and gave me a lecture about that! Jenn:I did! Because you’re not a normal person. You won’t ever be. I won’t be when I finally give this up. People are still going to ask for our autographs, no matter where we are. Even if we’re out with our granddaughter. Eddie:Gonna be like Gracie all over again, I mean it’s part of the life we live. We don’t get any privacy. I mean after my dad died, I wanted some privacy but people kept ringing my phone, it got annoying. (Jenn nods her head in agreement.) Jenn:I think she’s gonna be fine, she’ll just have to grow into it. Look at your daughter, she’s embracing the fact she’s famous. Eddie:You know what, you’re right! I hate when you’re right! (Jenn elbows him with a chuckle.) Jenn:Anyway, how’s retirement settling with you? Eddie:I’m starting to settle in fine, I don’t feel like I need to rush anywhere anymore. Rush to get my bags packed, rush to get to the airport, rush to whatever. I feel comfortable for the first time in my life and it feels odd but I can sleep at 3 pm now like normal people! (Eddie chuckles with a shake of his head. It’s an inside joke for him because his dad used to take a nap at 3 pm every single day! Eddie rushed away to get something to drink from the fridge, he even got Jenn something as well, water is the choice of drink.) Eddie:So enough about me, I heard you entered yourself into some battle royal? Jenn:I did! In my eyes, it’s another opportunity at the world title picture, and I would be stupid to let it slip through my fingers. I know some people will be angry about it but honestly at this point? I don’t care. I stopped caring what others think about me a long time ago. I know there are people here who don’t like me, cool. It fuels my energy. (Eddie agrees with everything she’s said. It brings back the memory of him when he used to be like that too. He used to have enemies in PWS and other places he worked for. He didn’t give a shit about what they thought then and he doesn’t care about it now either.) Eddie:Honestly? Good luck. I’m gonna give you some advice since you gave one to me before my retirement match…. Jenn:Sure! Eddie:I think it’s time for you to focus on yourself. I know you have your team you want to keep together and I know you want to keep an eye on our daughter, and I know you want to help out your friends, but there comes a time when you need to focus on yourself, you’re a talented woman. And I think you’re holding your own talent back for others. Look around you….your sister is doing fine by herself, and Gracie is doing fine by herself too. If they make a mistake, they know how to handle it by now, they’re not rookies anymore. You’re starting to enter the last legs of your career, do you want to be remembered as just a tag team wrestler or a women’s champion? Of course not, this is your moment. This is what you dreamed of, win that battle royal go and win that championship that you always dreamed of….. (Eddie can start seeing the confidence build up inside of her and the feel of the room starts to change as well. Everything he’s said is true, she loves helping out other people but when it comes to her own career, she’s holding back. He wants her to find that ruthlessness she had before, and he wants her to find the “I don’t give a fuck” attitude as well. They hang out for another or so before going their separate ways, but everything Eddie told her remains in her head the entire time)
"Dreams will never die."
2 days later. (After visiting Eddie, and the drive back to LA. She kept thinking about everything he told her and she’s been trying to figure out a way to bring that side back. Which wouldn’t be that hard for her. Just like the rest of the Lopez family, she has the same fiery temper they do. But the more she thought about it, the more he was right. But for now, we see Jenn at Gracie’s house having some time with her granddaughter. She knows it’s a little bit of quiet time before the match happens and she wants to soak it up.) Gracie:I heard that you went to visit my dad, I haven’t seen him since that match we had. How’s he doing? Jenn:Yeah, He gave me some advice as well. He’s doing fine, he’s settling into his retirement just fine. Even though he’s still working at his golf resort he runs. Gracie:So…nothing has changed? Jenn:Not really, no. (Both of them look at each other for a second before shrugging their shoulders at each other. He owns a golf resort, and he was doing that stuff before his retirement. From time to time Gracie goes down there and gets some games in but hasn’t lately. In fact, she hasn’t seen her dad in a while with her being busy all the time) Gracie:He gave you advice? What kind and what are your thoughts on it? Jenn:Just to focus on me and not to worry about everyone else and when I really think about it, he’s right. I mean I’ve been in tag team matches with you and Madison, while I had fun with those and while I had fun being tag team champions with you for the 10 months we had it in a different place. But there’s always this part of me that knew I wanted to do more, you know? When I look back at the matches you and I had for the women’s title before, we nearly killed each other and I kinda lost that part of me. Gracie:I mean you’re not wrong, you did lose it. I really enjoyed those matches you and I had. We went to war together and came out different. My dad is right, you need to find it again… this battle royal coming up is the best place to show it. Show that you still have what it takes to be the top dog, It’s time for you to start breaking necks again… (Jenn nods her head with everything Gracie is saying. Just like with Eddie, her confidence is starting to build more and more. She knows she’s talking to the right people that will help her out. It’s not that she lost her confidence, it’s more of… she needs to find her killer instinct again. So far Eddie and Gracie are doing a wonderful job with it.) Jenn:I…you’re right…. (Manny makes her presence known, by tugging on her mom’s shorts.) Manny:Ma… (Both look at her with somewhat shocked faces, they weren’t expecting her to say that. But it is her first word ever spoken. For a moment they praise her for her first word, but then Gracie takes her away to get something to eat. Every time Manny pulls on her pants or shorts, Gracie knows she wants some food, as they walk away Jenn sits there for a moment playing with the water bottle cap by spinning it on the wooden arm of the chair.) Jenn:Alright, now that I’m alone. I know the stuff I’m about to say won’t be entertaining for some but I feel like I need to talk… and I don’t think with the little one, it would have been easy on the ears. (Jenn smiles looking inside the house where Gracie is having fun with her daughter.) Jenn:Everyone over the years has asked me what a certain type of title means to me, rather it be the women’s championship or the tag team championship. The answer to those has been the same but for different reasons. With the tag title, it was simple. I had fun teaming with Gracie for the 3 reigns we had. But it came to a point where we got bored holding them because we had different goals. For the women’s title, it was for Fluff. I didn’t really like holding that belt, it didn’t do anything for me. All it basically did was add to my stats. (Jenn shrugs her shoulders. While she’s happy to have those titles, they weren’t the championship she was after.) Jenn:What people don’t realize is that I had to fight my way to get to this spot that I am, most of my career I was either shackled to the women’s division or the tag division. I didn’t have much of a chance to break out on my own and fight for the stuff I wanted to fight for. While those 2 belts were great and everything, it wasn’t my choice of titles. See back then only a few selected women could be in the men's division, from Laura to Lexi to even Lycra. But everyone else had to stay. That’s when I started to speak up, if they truly wanted equality, why single everyone else out? (Jenn sighs for a moment.) Jenn:That’s why this world championship opportunity means so much to me, and it always will. Because I’ve worked my ass off to get to his point and I had to jump through a lot of bullshit hoops, played the politics, and all of the other bullshit that came with it. At this point, I’m sick and tired of everyone else in the family winning that belt, from Eddie to Lexi to most recently Gracie. Before you get it twisted, it’s not jealousy. I’m happy for them, I’m happy they got their moments. But, where’s mine? Why do I get looked over for them? (Jenn stood up and started to pace around for a moment to gather her thoughts. The journey she made has been a long and winding road but she's close to getting a shot at it.) Jenn:I think it’s about time that shit stops now, At this point in my career what do I have to lose? I know I’m already heading into the hall of fame because of everything I’ve done for this company and the original, and everywhere else I’ve been, at this point that’s all I want, that world title and I don’t care who I step on to get it. I don’t care who I squash to get it and I don’t care who I have to beat to get it even if it’s my own family. Call it desperation, call it whatever you want. For me, It’s a dream that’ll never die. I will achieve that dream one way or another, even if everyone is against me…..I’m tired of being looked over, I’m tired of being a “team player” and I’m tired of “wait for your turn”.... (Jenn again shrugs her shoulders. She just doesn’t care at the point, and everything she’s been saying is coming from her heart, it’s the way she feels. Some frustrations are coming out, which is normal being held down for so long as she has.) Jenn:Now, I get it, there are 9 other people in the match…. Gracie:There’s a Landerson in that match too! (Gracie yelled from inside the house, and for the first time in a while, Jenn starts laughing a bit.) Jenn:OK, so there are 8 other people I need to worry about in this match who are talented, who may have the same story that I do and their reasoning why they want this match. It’s all cool that they want to talk about it, and I’ll be Interested in why they decided to throw their names in this match. But there’s one person who is in this match that doesn’t deserve it… (For a second a playful smile crept along the face of Jenn but as fast as it came, it went. That person she’s talking about is Landerson. She doesn’t care for any of them, much less her.) Jenn:Tell me this Landerson, why are you in this match? Are you that stupid or do you acutally think you can beat the top-tier talent in this ring by yourself? It’s a simple question, i know you have a hard time talking and forming complete sentences. But you don’t deserve to be here, in this match with these people. You’re not ready, and to be honest, you’re gonna be the first one to be thrown out. You won’t have anyone to blame but yourself. (Jenn holds up one finger…) Jenn:One more I’ll highlight, I don’t want to bore everyone with naming everyone in this match. Alex, you’re one of my newer friends in this business and I have nothing bad to say about you. I’ve heard good things about you from other places and I want to see what you can do in this ring. But I want you to remember this, I won’t hesitate to throw you out if it comes down to the two of us. (Manny makes her way out to the backyard and walks up to Jenn with a smile.) Manny:Full. Jenn: AWWWW! (Jenn smiles and picks up her granddaughter and they share a hug, it’s a happy moment for them as Manny is learning how to talk, and Gracie wasn’t far behind with a plate of food for Jenn. Manny stays on Jenn’s lap and watches her eat as the scene comes to an end.)
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Post by Jonathan Sanders on Jul 10, 2022 22:52:56 GMT -5
ANTITHESIS: The Other Side
*Fade in. We open with a shot of a darkened, abandoned museum. The space is clearly empty, and even appears disused, with a great many exhibit cases sitting empty, or covered with a dusty, off-white tarpaulin. Slowly, as we pan throughout this eerie liminal space, we become conscious of a soft humming from somewhere just off-screen. Moonlight pours in through windows which have not yet been boarded up, so we are able to ascertain in the dim lighting that we seem to be smack-dab in the middle of the Egyptian exhibit. Long-forgotten vases and empty, cracked sarcophagi dot the derelict space, their once-proud brass plaques now green and tarnished by neglect. As we pan through the midst of this moonlight exhibition, our eyes fall upon the source of the previously-disembodied humming; one former PWS: Apex Collateral Damage Champion, “The Lost Cause” Jonathan Sanders. Sanders wears a black, spiked leather jacket, which bears the “ANTITHESIS” logo and skull upon the back, plain acid-wash jeans in a dark complexion and his signature converse sneakers. His back is to the camera now, but as we approach his humming becomes clearer - it’s the tune of “Will the Circle be Unbroken?”. Sanders does not pay us heed as we approach, instead continuing to stare at the exhibit just in front of him; an ancient, carved stone bust of some long-dead Egyptian pharaoh. The Snake of Eden’s interest in this artifact becomes clear as we draw nearer to the pedestal, and we can see a name emblazoned on it: “Ozymandias - Rameses II.”*
“And even this, too, shall pass away…”
*Sanders stops his humming, then slowly runs his hand along the base of the statue, his fingers tracing the inscription in the weather-worn stone. A soft, lopsided, oddly-wistful smirk flickers across his face. When next the Lost Cause speaks, he is deep in contemplation, musing more to himself than to the camera.*
“Remember, Caesar, thou art mortal.”
*Sanders’ eyes fall closed, now, as he slowly, deeply inhales. He allows his head to droop to face the floor, fingers lingering upon the smooth, cool surface of the monument before him. He holds this pose for one long and silent moment, before finally exhaling.*
"I warned you this would happen.”
*The Lost Cause lifts his head. He turns his gaze upon us, his look no longer one of wistfulness, but instead a stern and bitter frown. His body turns away from the stone statue, now, lowering his hand as he begins to descend the steps.*
“A storm is building. Ozymandias is dead, and we are now a nation with no ruler. This company has been marooned. Cast adrift without a rudder, a vessel set to sea amongst the dragons and the sharks, eagerly awaiting at the edges of the world, that they may tear your hull asunder.”
*A pause. Sanders has reached the bottom of the steps, and he inhales again as his lips curl into a wicked, sadistic grin.*
“Have any of you realized that you are doomed?”
*Another pause. A beat. The grin vanishes, as his steel-grey eyes harden.*
“You are standing on the precipice of a calamity. I tried to tell you all last week. A chasm of fire and ruin has opened at your feet, the hungry mouth of obsolescence yawning WIDE for what remains of PWS: Apex! …And yet the roster has not flinched. I would almost be impressed…if I did not know their motives.”
*Now, a mocking smirk returns across the features of the self-styled Walking Plague. His eyes lock with the camera once again as he resumes his journey, striding slowly - deliberately - through the darkened halls of the exhibit.*
“Because it is not courage which keeps you all here, is it? There is no BRAVERY in this. It is merely greed. Avarice. You have stayed behind - you stand and fight in the face of certain, unavoidable societal collapse - because you think you stand to gain something from doing so. For even RATS will flee a sinking ship…unless the vermin find a meal. And that is precisely what we have here tonight. Rats, picking at a carcass. Scavengers. Carnivores of opportunity, scrambling in frantic, violent desperation to secure some meagre morsel from the corpse. But this will be no easy feast. You are not competing with the other rodents for this meal…”
*Jonathan stops here, glaring daggers through the camera.*
“You are competing with me.”
*A beat. His lips curl up again, reflecting the wickedness within his eyes. Slowly, Sanders begins his trek again, passing between several rows of glass cases containing artifacts and weaponry preserved from ancient Egypt.*
“I have never been materially-minded. I have no use for trinkets. The pathetic, gilded baubles that this sport says we must covet - the shiny LURES it dangles for its prey - hold no sway with me. But do not conflate disdain for weakness. I am not a fool. I KNOW how this world functions. The fact that I have never sought a title belt, explicitly - that I am not motivated by the same trappings of consumerist ambition which push so many desperate would-be warriors to throw away their lives in search of petty treasures - should not be taken to mean I do not want one. Because I do. I remember when I stole the Crown of Collateral Damage from Queen Cleopatra, and I remember when it was stolen from ME in turn. I became an Impossible Question, then; a pernicious problem for which there is no answer…but in so doing, I lost myself to my vendetta. I lost sight of why I had clung so tightly to that belt.”
*Sanders pauses, smirking once again.*
“Because it gave me power. To hold a Championship within this business is to hold a knife to its THROAT. To take one of their belts hostage is to make yourself a GOD, with the power to SHAPE this wretched sport in your own image…or to tear it down completely.”
*There is a long pause, now, and when Sanders speaks again his voice is soft, but still intense. He turns to gaze back through the archway into the ancient Egyptian exhibit - still eerily liminal in the darkness and the quiet - and mutters a parting line.*
“I will not let Sierra Williams kill this company.”
*A beat. Sanders’ voice is louder now, as he whirls around to face the camera, stepping into the next exhibit hall.*
“I will not allow the fall of Ozymandias to be what does us in. I will not allow a fragile, fallen EMPRESS to bring this promotion to the ground. That destiny is mine. It is the role of the ANTITHESIS, and we WILL see it through! I have warned you of this darkness. I spoke of the abyss. I have told you what will happen to those who choose to stand against us, and I cannot be held responsible for what befalls you if you fail to heed those warnings. It is only natural. This is simply what I am. I am the snake which feeds upon the rat. I am the spider hunting other spiders - the Daddy Long Legs which even the black widows fear. I am the flame of righteous rage that will rise to FILL this power-vacuum…and immolate everybody standing in my way!”
*A pause. Sanders inhales deeply to collect himself after that outburst of emotion, and the camera slowly pans around as the Snake of Eden slithers past it, revealing the newest exhibit we inhabit to be one focusing on nature and the world around us. There are many fauna specimens displayed, though none appear to be alive, along with plants and samples from their natural habitats. The camera follows on the Lost Cause’s heels, but he does not turn to face it. Striding into the centre of the spacious chamber, he comes to a stop before a sizable plinth displaying tigers and their prey, taxidermied and posed in violent, striking poses.*
“I did not intend to walk these halls again. I was a boy when I first visited this place. A bright-eyed, naive child who still believed that happiness could be extracted from the ruins of this world. I had not yet become a monster…but it would not be long. My tether to humanity was fraying, even then, and I could feel that nagging voice inside my mind that would consume me in my quiet moments. I did not know, then, how to deal with it. I thought that I could RUN from these intrusive feelings. Or bury them, perhaps; a time-capsule in my mind to be opened in the future, when I had the maturity and wisdom to process my emotions.”
*Another pause.*
“Neither of those were feasible solutions. But this place gave me another option. When I walked through those doors, when I saw these…THINGS, these Apex predators on full display…I finally knew what I would be. What I already WAS. I had always been so fearful, as a child; of my father, of my bullies - even, at times, of MYSELF. I was fearful for my safety, for my m-”
*He pauses, shutting his eyes tightly and sharply inhaling.*
“My mother’s safety. I only wanted to be able to help her. To finally stop feeling so powerless against the violence. So I looked inside myself. I shut my eyes tightly, and I prayed to whatever would listen…and when I opened them again, I found my answer in the glass. Not in the display, but the reflection. It was MINE…but it was not the boy I was. It was the THING I would BECOME. I looked into the glass, and I saw my full potential. My future. I had finally SEEN the Dark Reflection…and it had finally seen me.”
*Sanders pauses, here, and his eyes glint with a malicious sort of glee that his opponents know all too well. The Lost Cause smiles - genuinely, terrifyingly SMILES - as he slowly pulls his hands out of his pockets. His right is closed around a matte-black cigarette lighter, bearing the distinctive “ANTITHESIS” skull, and his left hand holds a dripping, oily rag. He holds the rag aloft in front of his face and flicks the lighter open, staring into the flame for one long moment before he touches the rag to it, then - with a telltale “whoosh!” belying that it catches - tosses it into a nearby garbage can, which he then tips over, spilling the now-ablaze contents onto the floor.*
“So what becomes of those who venture through the looking glass? What do we become when we finally see ourselves for who - and WHAT - we truly are? I suspect we can’t ask Dylan Howell. You couldn’t handle that revelation, could you, Dylan? No. I know why you choose to play the clown, these days. Why you abandoned the pursuits that made you a former hardcore-wrestling champion - when you held a belt not unlike my own…”
*Sanders retreats to a safe distance from the flames, ducking into a nearby supply closet wherein sits a steel folding chair, as if planted in advance. He takes a seat upon it, with the closet door still open so he can watch the fire spread.*
“You finally saw your truth, didn’t you, Dylan? You finally understood the type of man you were becoming…and you chose to run from it instead. Nobody is born the way you are, Dylan; the mental ‘break’ you claim you suffered would not leave you in this state. I have seen a ‘mental breakdown’, Dylan. I have suffered a ‘psychotic episode’! Do you know what it made ME? The same thing I already was. It only made me honest about it. It only made me understand that I was dangerous...and that is not a revelation every soul can handle. To be cast as the Villain in someone else’s story, to deeply and TRULY understand that you are not wanted as you are...human beings cannot handle that idea. You crave so badly to be good - to be BELOVED - that you are even willing to debase yourselves if it nets you adoration. You are no different from the rest of these pathetic sycophants, Dylan. You are not unique among pro-wrestlers. If these modern gladiators would put their bodies on the line - sacrifice their future and their health to get a rise out of the rabble…then why not their dignity as well? There is a fine, fine line between the necessary rigmarole of this accepted modern bloodsport and literally paying to watch performers humiliate themselves for entertainment…you have simply chosen to BLUR that line a little further. Congratulations, Dylan Howell; you’re a trailblazer. I do SO hope that it was worth it.”
*He grins wickedly at his own jibe, then flips his hair out of his face as he addresses the camera again.*
“But we do not ALL need to be cast as heroes in the minds of others, do we? Michael Rathedon seems to know that well. While the idea of being hated broke poor Dylan, it seems Mr. Rathedon has rather embraced that identity. You revel in their hatred, don’t you, Michael? You BASK in the vitriol they spit at you, I can see it. That little twinkle in your eye when you provoke a reaction. The impish smirk which cracks your features in the wake of disapproval…you enjoy being their enemy. The ANTITHESIS of all they worship…”
*Sanders pauses, here, and his own grey orbs twinkle with a sort of playful malice, reflecting the flames from the exhibit in the distance.*
“I almost admire that. I could call us kindred spirits, perhaps, Michael; two dangerous and violent toys carved from the same gnarled, rotting block of lumber…except you are nothing like me. We are NOT kindred spirits, because you do not SEE. You use this violence - use their HATRED - as a gimmick. An affectation. You do not truly LIVE it. You are an enemy of the PEOPLE, Michael…whereas I am an enemy of the WORLD. You exist because you found SUCCESS this way; because you seek GLORY and RECOGNITION, and all those petty, human things…I exist because they made me. ALL of them. You do not seek Ragnarok. You do not wish to burn this system down - burn this WORLD down - and start it over from the ashes. You have a FAMILY. Children. You are tethered to society in the same way as the rest of them…which means you lack the will to do what’s necessary. The FORTITUDE to bring Damnation. There will always be a line YOU will not cross…which is why this ending is a foregone conclusion.”
*Another pause, and the malicious glint in Sanders’ steel-grey eyes hardens into a hateful glare.*
“I HAVE no such limitations, Michael. You are a cartoon supervillain they can watch on their TV screens. A nuisance they will pay to see shut up. I am the monster in their nightmares. The shiver that runs across their spine when they gaze into the darkness. I am the bleakest, most unhappy thoughts you keep concealed in the dark recesses of your mind, the WORST-CASE SCENARIO for everyone and everything that calls this broken planet home!”
*He pauses here, slowly inhaling to calm himself.*
“I have gazed into the future of our species, Michael. I have looked upon the pale face of OBLIVION ITSELF...and I have found it wanting. Have you? If you cannot confront the End; if you cannot grapple with the thought of everyone that you have EVER LOVED crumbling to dust against the bitter winds of time…then how could you POSSIBLY confront ME? I’ve told you what I am…so you should know by now that this is not a fight that you can win.”
*Another pause. Sanders’ lips part into a vicious grin.*
“My partner - my blood-brother - knows this all too well. Tyson Sykes. The Ripper. The Horseman of War made manifest. You are well-acquainted with this rhetoric by now, brother, so I will not waste much time on it again. I know this belt is what you covet, Tyson. I know that you have wanted it ever since you set foot within these walls. But I also know that you are a PREDATOR. A hunter. You are, like the tiger in the jungle, far more dangerous when you are hungry. And I NEED that hunger, Tyson. I NEED you on the prowl. Our glorious work is not yet finished; as long as this system is still standing, we have more yet to do. So I cannot risk that you will feel content, my brother. I cannot risk that you will give yourself to complacency. And I trust you…but I need to be certain. So if you TRULY want it - if you NEED this belt, and you know deep in your soul that it WILL NOT make you lazy…then come and take it. Bring me the hardest fight that you ever brought to anyone who has stood in our way. Be prepared to battle with all of your might and MORE, for you know this privilege will not be so easily obtained. I will make you earn this title, Tyson. To prove to me your instincts will not dampen once you’ve captured it. I know your capabilities, and I am truly relishing the opportunity to see the Ripper at work. To watch the tiger earn his meal…”
*Here, Sanders pauses once again. His expression fades from a smirk into a stern and solemn glower.*
“But it is indeed a privilege, and it must indeed be earned. This is not a PLACE for little girls, Aaliyah. It is not some schoolyard playground where you must battle to secure the jungle gym. This ring will be a warzone, little one. I will inflict pain upon you that your poor, enabling father could not possibly envision outside of his most vivid and disturbing nightmares. Do you understand me, Landerson? I am going to ruin you. To confront you with the bitter, harsh REALITY of life, as I learned so long ago: be careful what you wish for…because not EVERY dream comes true.”
*The briefest hint of a derisive smirk flits across the Lost Cause’s face, tilting his head slightly to one side as he addresses his next victim.*
“I’m certain Miles Kasey can corroborate that claim. Can’t you, Milo? There was a time when you were viewed as the ‘future’ of this industry; pegged by all involved as the hot prospect to watch going forward. Oh, how far the mighty fall. Do you still think about it, Milo? Do you lie awake at night in anguish, reflecting on what might have been? I hope so. You could use that bitterness, Milo. You could lean in to your rage and your frustration, finally capitalize on all that pain to make an example of those who said you’d never make it…but I know that you will not. You’ll simply do the thing you ALWAYS do when the chips are finally down, Miles…you’ll choke, and fall apart under the gravity of your own expectations. I feel so privileged to be able to watch that happen.”
*Sanders pauses, his lips curling into a smirk as he glares daggers down the camera lens. His eyes continue to glint and flicker with the firelight.*
“And speaking of expectation…it is something I’m sure Jennifer Carpenter and Ivory Sullivan BOTH know all too well. Tell me, Jennifer; did you choose to drop the Lopez name because you knew you’d never be worthy of their legacy? Did you abandon all that heritage because that evil, incessant little voice in the back of your mind constantly told you that you couldn’t measure up? I fear it may have been correct. What have you DONE with your time in PWS: Apex, hmm? How much have you truly accomplished, on your own? Make no mistake, your history is polished…but OF LATE? I have not seen much worthy of note. Is that why you chose to enter this match, Jennifer? To prove you are not slipping? Perhaps so…but even still, you know you’ll only be borrowing more time, don’t you? You KNOW your clock is ticking…how often do you come home to shrieking knees, or wake up with a neck that won’t articulate? Is all of this pain worth it, Jennifer? Have you finally quieted that nagging voice and proven yourself worthy of those expectations…or are you doomed to be remembered as ‘not quite a Lopez’?”
“Just as Ivory Sullivan is destined to be remembered as ‘Brick Sullivan’s daughter’. Or, perhaps - should we feel generous - ‘the less-talented Violet Holt’. If SHE could not stand up to me, Ivory, what chance do you believe YOU have? I am not a thing that you have ever faced before. I am not an opponent you can STUDY. The things that I have DONE, Ivory…the things that I WILL YET DO…they cannot be quantified. They cannot be understood. You must truly feel my message - experience my work - to wrap your mind around it. If you have never felt true pain before - if you have never truly suffered, in the centre of your soul - then you are not prepared for me. My record speaks for itself, Ivory; the trail of bodies in my WAKE ought to be proof enough…”
*He smirks, eyes glinting in the firelight.*
“This ending is inevitable, Ivory. I am not a fate you can ESCAPE.”
*A beat, he pauses again.*
“But then…perhaps not all of you want to. Perhaps, for some among you, this match will be a…penance. An atonement, of a kind. Perhaps you’ve flocked unto this place, like Moses to the Promised Land, because you believe I’m your salvation. Isn’t that right, Alexandra?”
*The smirk becomes a grin, now, as Sanders’ eyes lock onto the camera.*
“I know you’ve suffered tragedy, Alexandra. Even before I did my research, I could see its scars across your soul. Now we may yet be birds of a feather, Ms. Calaway…perhaps I’ve found the Lilith to my Lucifer. But I cannot be sure. I KNOW you have shed much blood for this industry, of course; I know that you can handle pain, both physical AND emotional. But do you know what I don’t know, Alexandra? How far will you go to get what you desire? How many lines will YOU cross to reach your goal? And what would you be willing to sacrifice to get there? See, the scars of tragedy mark us all in different ways, Alexandra…and the ghosts that haunt our pasts can often be difficult to exorcise. Do you still think of him, I wonder? When you gaze upon your daughter’s face, are you reminded of the man who helped you make her? I lost a parent when I was young, too, you know. Mine was not self-inflicted…although it may as well have been. It destroyed me, at the time…though now, I consider it a mercy. My mother did not live to see this thing I have become. She was finally freed from the Hell that she was living…perhaps your husband was having similar thoughts, towards the end. Perhaps, in taking himself away from YOU…he could finally be HAPPY.”
*He continues to grin his wicked grin, pausing to let that sink in.*
“Or perhaps he was a coward, who could not handle suffering. We have ALL been damaged by this world, Alexandra. We ALL bear the scars inflicted by our trauma. The key which truly tests us, though, is whether we SURVIVE those scars…and what we must become to do it. Are you prepared to answer that question tonight? Have you come to me to face your End? Your absolution through annihilation? Or do you hope that I will temper the steel of your soul? Is your aim tonight an armageddon…or simply metamorphosis? I admit I am intrigued to find that answer. I will delight in pushing you PAST your upper limit; in subjecting you to so much pain that you must either perish or transform to withstand the tempest’s fury!”
*Sanders’ smirk vanishes, and he leans forward in his seat.*
“Are you prepared to make that change, Alexandra? Is your daughter prepared to find out what twisted, vile THING her mother truly is? I hope that she is not…it has been far too long since I could watch that kind of innocence die.”
*Sanders pauses again, as his lips curl up once more.*
“And on the topic of murdered innocence…”
*His steely eyes glint in the ever-expanding firelight, an amber glow beginning to cast long shadows over his face.*
“Hello again, Mike. I’ve been thinking about you.”
*A pause. A beat. His lips part, exposing teeth in a devilish grin, only accentuated by the flames.*
“Do you remember what I said to you, back when we finally met our Destiny? What I promised I would do to you? I shall refresh your memory. I told you that I would not rest until you had suffered EVERYTHING you inflicted on ME, all those years ago. I promised - I SWORE to you - that I would see the light in your eyes die as the profound hopelessness of this grand, cosmic charade FINALLY set in!”
*A beat. Sanders’ grin grows wider.*
“I still intend to do that, Mikey. I have not abandoned that crusade solely because you beat me in a wrestling match, oh NO…our story is not over. Our perfect Ragnarok has not been reached. I shall be, from now until end of time, your very own Impossible Question. In every private moment, in the dismal valleys of every single failure and riding on the high of every last success…you will think. Of me. I live in your MIND now, Mikey, and I will REVEL in that home until the last star in the universe burns out its dying light. You will not be rid of me, Mikey. You will NEVER awaken from this nightmare unless you put me in the GROUND...but this time, you’d best make sure I’m dead. Because you tried to End me once, Diogenes; you threw yourself against my unassailable divinity with everything you had...and what do you have left to SHOW for all your effort? A kingdom of wasted potential and squandered opportunities. It will be my genuine pleasure to add one more to that list.”
*Jonathan Sanders pauses, here, and grins into the camera, refusing to break eye-contact as he slowly leans forward, dunking his right hand into some unseen container just off-screen.*
"Are you prepared to face your Dark Reflection? The other side of the mirror is a cold, cruel place; a pit of darkness and despair…and it would be all too willing to eat you all ALIVE! I do hope you have prepared yourselves…"
*Sanders raises one hand, revealing to the camera and the viewers that he has coated the outside of his wrist tape in shards of shattered glass - likely fragments of a mirror, as they reflect the burning natural history exhibit through the door in front of him.*
"For I have such sights to show you."
*The Outsider's black lips curl into a vicious, wicked smile, his steel-grey eyes glinting with malefic glee. We hold on this scene for a moment, as the darkness behind him is pierced by two gleaming, white eyes. A black-gloved hand then slides forward from the shadows to perch on Sanders’ shoulder, who raises two fingers to the sky and extends his other arm towards the ground in the “Baphomet position”, which he holds for just a second until the tape begins to glitch and sputter, before burning out completely like a used-up VHS tape.*
*Fade out.*
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Post by bobodoll on Jul 10, 2022 22:54:19 GMT -5
#OOC: Ok so I am having two issues. First, my computer keeps wanting to stall and stop on me repeatedly. Second, I don't know crap about BBcode so it is taking me forever to code my RP. (I have been coding for the last two hours.) Therefore, I have decided to post it as is, uncoded. The RP is all there, but it will not be in color. I am sorry about this, but I wasn't about to let these things make me post late. This was a lot of fun. Good luck to all involved and thank you for letting me be one of them
A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away….
Cue The Towering Inferno by John Williams and The Boston Pops Orchestra
Howell Wars
Episode V
The Sampire Strikes Back (aka The Truth Hurts)
Wednesday, May 4, 2022. Dylan Howell’s Apartment. Off-Camera
It was a time of good tidings and great joy for everyone that was involved in the PWS Galaxy but especially for those that hang out with the one and only, America’s next rockstar Dylan Eloisius Howell. Now there could be lots of reasons that everything was so outstanding in Dylan’s apartment, but in particular this day is awesome because do you realize what today is?
Oh yeah, that’s right, say it with me everyone, Star Wars Day 2022!
With that being said there could be a variety of things going on in the Howell compound that would be something that would be expected for Star Wars Day this year and it wouldn’t be any surprise.
Dylan and his friends could be watching one of several Star Wars movies…
…or playing one of many Star Wars board games…
…or acting out many scenes in Star Wars lore.
Normally, any of these would involve as part of the festivities on this day everyone wearing a different Star Wars costume as well. So you can imagine the shock and awe that takes place when looking in on Dylan’s living room to see nothing of the sort going on at all. Rather, when we check in to see what is happening inside we see Dylan , ALONE doing of all things practicing his singing by singing GASP! country music. Despite the fact that he is way out of shape to say the least, Dylan still actually does sound rather good, at least for those that listen to the abomination known as country music as he is singing “AA” by Walker Hayes.
Dylan: “And I'm just tryna keep my daughters off the pole And my sons out of jail Tryna get to church so I don't go to hell I'm just tryna keep my wife from figuring out That I married up and she married way, way down In Alabama where they love Nick Saban Tryna write a song the local country station'll play Hey, I'm just tryna stay out of AA!”
Even worse, Dylan is trying to line dance while he is doing this and let's just say that it is not going well. While we contemplate what exactly could be going on, that is having our next rockstar singing country music, things are about to get so much worse as Dylan has a knock at his front door that he immediately goes over to answer after turning off his radio. When he opens up the door Dylan receives a shock that he never could have been expecting.
In short, Dylan had just received the shock of his life, as his eyes were now wide as saucers staring back at the woman he is now faced with.
Dylan: “Sam?!”
Yes, that Sam, the same Sam that Dylan had told everyone that he was now close with, although they were still seeing each other, he had no idea where Sam was because she had left him. Truth be told, Dylan was actually the one who left in the relationship. The truth is Dylan left not because he wasn’t happy with things personally between them, rather it was professionally that was the big sticking point for Dylan that had him running away. Now that Sam had finally found him though, you could see the terror overtake Dylan’s face as you can tell that Dylan knew he had a lot of explaining to do. First though, being that Dylan left in the middle of the night without any explanation at all, you can probably guess what was going to happen next, even without the loud smacking sound on the side of Dylan’s face.
Dylan: “OUCH!!”
If he really thought that he would somehow get sympathy from Sam, Dylan was about to find out just how mistaken this was, as Sam just continued to stare angrily back at him, with tears forming in her eyes, while Dylan tries to think of something to say nervously.
Dylan: “Alright, alright, I will admit, I deserved that. So, long time, no see, how have you been, sweetie.”
Yes, we said that Dylan was trying to think of something to say, but he should have tried harder.
Sam: “How have I been? How have I been?! Dylan, I know that you are sick sweetheart, more sick than most people will ever realize, but I love you so much, so much that I voluntarily gave up my license as a practicing psychiatrist to be with you and just up and left me Dylan. And the thing is while I should have been furious with you over this, I couldn’t be because I was just worried sick that you were going to harm yourself or someone else.”
Dylan: “Well, now that you mention that Sam…”
A terrified look suddenly comes over her face as Sam comes into the apartment right after Dylan steps to one side so that she can. Walking over to the couch, Sam sits down and takes Dylan’s hands in hers as he is now seated right next to her.
Sam: “Dylan, please tell me honey that you haven’t hurt yourself or someone else?”
Dylan: “No Sam, this is so much better!”
Sam: “Dylan, you are about to give me a heart attack. What in the hell does that even mean?”
Dylan: “Well, I know how concerned that you became that I couldn’t handle things on my own. That is why I needed to leave and do things on my own and I’m telling you it has worked out great! I have even decided to start wrestling again, which I know was something that you really wanted me to do.”
Sam: “Oh really, SCW took you back without me around?”
Dylan: “No, this is for another company, PWS!”
Sam: “Ok…”
Dylan starts to get very excited explaining the situation to Sam.
Dylan: “Oh just trust me Sam, it’s going to be great! And not only that but I have met some new friends. In fact you almost sat on one of them earlier!”
The terrified expression is back on Sam’s face as she already knows what is going on… and she’s right.
Sam: “I never sat anywhere close to anyone Dylan.”
Dylan: “Yes you did sweetie. Luckily Will moved over for you just in time.”
Sam: “Dylan, just stop hon. There is nobody here.”
Dylan: “I am telling you, Will is right here next to you. Fred and Fluffy are here too.”
Sam: “Dylan, you are hallucinating again sweetheart.”
Dylan gets very defensive.
Dylan: “Stop saying such awful things to me Sam. I am not hallucinating!”
Sam: “Dylan, have you been taking your medication, babe?”
Dylan: “No! Those pills, I don’t feel like myself when I’m taking all of those pills! Can’t you understand what I’m saying to you right now Sam? Don ’t you really love me Sam?”
Sam: “Don’t I really love you? Dylan, I traveled cross country to chase you down after you decided to leave me without so much as a word. I think that whether or not I love you should be obvious. But you and I both know that you must continue to take your medication.”
Dylan: “No, I do not!! I want to feel like myself again!”
Sam: “And we can explore other options that will have you hopefully start to feel more like yourself, too. But you are taking antipsychotics. If you continue to refuse to take them I will have no other alternative but to go to PWS and tell them how dangerous you might become to yourself or anybody else that you get in the ring with. I don’t want to do this honey, but I will have a moral obligation to do this if you will not take your medication.”
Both of them start to cry.
Dylan: “Do you promise that we can try to find other ways to help me feel like myself, Sam?”
Sam: “Like I and we will explore every avenue, but Dylan, honey this just isn’t safe and I think we both know that you know that it is safe, don’t you?”
Taking Dylan into her arms, Sam hugs him tight while all he can muster through the tears is a…
Dylan: “Yes.”
As Dylan continues to cry and Sam does too while consoling him we are reminded sometimes just how cruel love can be…but it’s love just the same.
Sunday, July 10, 2022. On-Camera
Mike Hawk is a blithering idiot, but more on that moron and a few others later.
PWS Galaxy, I have been thinking about the first point that I wanted to make with all of you, because that is very important. I’m not even supposed to talk about my friends anymore because many times it’s the first impression that makes the man in a lot of ways and talking about my friends can make sound certifiable rather than just insane. Oh shit, I forgot we have never been formally introduced here! Despite the fact that you have probably been watching me and my friends Will, Fred, and Fluffly the Narrator and our zany adventures I have not taken the opportunity….
Turning to his left he looks like he is talking with the cameraman, which considering who it is we are talking about that should really come as no surprise.
What’s that? I should try not to say Oh shit? I did already?! Oh shit, I will work on that as best as I can. Anyway, where was I? Right, my friends and PWS TV! I was saying how all of you already probably know my friends and I from PWS TV but this is the first time I have taken the opportunity to speak to you guys in promo form. So my name is Dylan Howell, and what I always wanted to be growing up is a rockstar, and party like a rockstar too. Until that happens though this wrestling gig?
Yeah ladies and jellybeans it’s been pretty cool!
Curiously Dylan turns to his left again as the cameraman has been trying to get his attention it seems to tell him something else is important, but what could it be?
Wait a minute, what are you rambling on about? Oh so I did have an introductory promo in PWS already so there is no need for that this time around. The fans already know who I am? Well, I guess there is nothing I can do about that little mistake now is there? Besides, I’m pretty sure that there are worse things in this world than being introduced to Dylan Howell twice in your life. After all, I’m a pretty righteous dude when all things are said and done, ya know?
Anywho, where was I? Oh yeah, me and wrestling! I have done my wrestling in a lot of different places. Like I started my career in Ireland! I know, how cool is that?! And you know what is even cooler than that, I was actually BORN in Ireland. Not that being an American isn’t cool, because it totally is. I have what is called dual citizenship now, which is totally crazy when you think about it because I could if I wanted to vote in elections in BOTH countries and I don’t know what the hell is going on in politics in either one!
Side note by the way, for people that might be interested, yes I’m the very same Dylan Howell that ran for President of the United States of America. I firmly believe to this day that I would have WON that election also, but the guy who’s name rhymes with Ronald Gump screwed me out of my voter base. I will tell all of you more about that at another time.
I’m sorry, have I gone off the rails again?I have been accused of going off on rabbit trails during my promos, and yeah I’d have to agree. There is just so much that I want to talk with you boys and girls about that my mind?
It can get a little bit crazy and a lot mixed up at times. Sam says that happens when I am off my medication for a while. This is something that while I fully do understand the concept I think, I still don’t necessarily like it, not one little bit. I’ve tried to tell Sam that when I’m on my medication, I don’t know who it is exactly that I feel like, but it certainly is NOT me! I know that Sam’s right though and I can control myself a ton better when I’m on my medication. So that is what I plan to do, stay on my medication, even if it means that my appearances on PWS TV might be less zany and fun than what we are all used to, but staying safe is the most important thing I guess.
Now that we have gotten to know each other a little bit more, there are a few other ideas that all of you need to know about me and what I’m doing in the PWS galaxy. Without question though, is the fact that I am NOT a hero. Yes, I know there are lots of people involved in wrestling that try to be a hero, there are some others that are in fact heroes. Simon Lyman for example, I used to work with him in another wrestling promotion, the one where I was a world champion at one time not too long ago, and he is definitely a hero, maybe the best that I have ever known. Simon is a hero not because flies through the air like it is nothing or because he has a whole host of super powers to fight crime with.
No Simon is a hero because things like bravery and unselfishness. These of course are two things that I have never been accused of. Not that I am naturally cowardly or inherently selfish, there are just other words that come to mind first when my friends and associates are trying to describe me to someone that I have never met before.
Insane, though not criminally insane, would be high upon that list. That is definitely one thing that gets said about me a lot, and it is for the most part accurate as well. After all, if you were on multiple medications to help regulate your mood, don’t you think that it would be fair to say that you were insane? But it's not all bad you know. I mean, I can't remember who said this though I'm sure it was someone a lot smarter than me, but I believe the statement says "We all get a little crazy sometimes."
If you are like me, you do things that cause other people to say that you are crazy more than just sometimes. That is actually how I ended up in PWS, because normally a wrestler moving from one promotion to another would not be considered crazy. But at the time that I came to PWS I had gained a rather significant amount of weight, so significant in fact that I was told by several doctors that I needed to lose some of what I had gained first before continuing my wrestling career anywhere.
Now I am Dylan Eloisius Howell, and knowing what all of you know about me, do you think that I actively tried to lose weight before joining PWS from that other promotion I was in before? Give me a break people, I love food so going on a diet? That was NOT in the cards for me, no matter how insane that might sound. I can lose weight when I'm dead, alright? For now, I am going to enjoy life and if other people don't like how I choose to do that, why that is their problem, not mine.
I also want to take the opportunity to tell all of you that yes, I'm fully aware that the name of the promotion here is PWS:Apex and I still call it PWS. Now I don't know how other people feel about this, but I remember a dish detergent named Ajax, and I'm not going to wrestle for any promotion that leaves my dishes dirty sometimes. I just wanted it to be known that I know the real name of this promotion and its dirty dish water connection.
With that out of the way now, why did I feel compelled to start talking with all of you this week? Because this coming Tuesday on Riot, I have a match to determine who is going to fight for Cleo Phillips to become the PWS World Champion at Rise to Glory from Washington D.C. in a little over two weeks. Interesting footnote with this whole thing is I need to check to make sure that I haven't been banned from our nation’s capital, and I suppose that should be taken care of before Rise to Glory, don’t let me forget. Apparently there were some issues with some things that I said following my less than successful Presidential campaign that could have been considered treasonous, but I need to get confirmation on that one way or the other first.
I certainly hope that I’m not banned from Washington D.C. because if I’m forced to miss this opportunity that is really going to suck. Not saying that I really want to “fight” Cleo Phillips. I’ve met Cleo in the back at a few of our shows before. I can’t say for sure how she feels about yours truly but I personally feel like Cleo is a nice girl. She definitely doesn’t seem like the type of person that I would get in a fight with under normal circumstances. This is just business though, and if the powers that be in PWS were to decide to award me a chance to be their World Champion? Well I am certainly not going to argue with them on that one. Even I’m not THAT foolish. After all, some people go their entire career without having the opportunity to fight to be a world champion, so if I screw this up? Who knows, I may never get another chance to fight for the big gold belt again, so if I were to get that chance, you know that I’m going to need to take it.
I also have taken the opportunity to watch Cleo in a few of her matches, I guess you could call that scouting if you want to, but if I’m lucky enough to receive the chance to be Cleo’s opponent at Rise to Glory I’m going to have a monumental task in front of me. Simply put, if I’m not on my game that night, my expectation is that Cleo will beat my ass that night on her way to becoming the PWS World Champion…
For the third time during this promo, Dylan looks off to his left at the cameraman who has been trying to frantically get his attention.
What now? Really you have to be kidding me, I’m not supposed to say somebody will beat my ass? That is certainly interesting. I have been in promotions before where people have gotten upset with me because I said that I was going to beat someone else’s ass, but this is the first time someone has had an issue with me because I said someone was going to beat my ass…
Another look to the left and we realize that Dylan must have done something else wrong before we even hear him discuss it.
Saying ASS is the issue?! You have to be kidding me right?! AS…I mean that word is in the bible! You do know what the bible is right? Yes! Well can I get an Amen for the acknowledgement of that at least?!
Anyway, where was I?
Oh right, Cleo! So she is very, very good at what she does and I will need to be at my best if I expect to compete with her in two weeks, which is a HUGE if too I might add. Why do I say that though?
That is because of the match I’m in this coming Tuesday night at Riot. I’m sure . that all of you remember, the match that I need to win first BEFORE I get the PPV match against Cleo. So I need not put the cart before the horse so to speak and take care of business in that match first because let me tell you this is not your average run of the mill match against just another person. In fact this is not a match against two people for a handicapped match or even five people for a six pack challenge. No, in this match, I’m going to be facing nine other people at the same time. That makes me ten and in my mind which can be a scary place to be can only mean one thing…
THIS MATCH IS BATTLE ROYAL TUESDAY NIGHT!!
I can not begin to tell all of you just how much I love being in battle royals! That match that I am the most famous for is a battle royal, the 2017 End of the Year Battle Royal in Supreme Championship Wrestling to be exact. In that Battle Royal I outlasted forty-three other people to reign supreme over everybody that night. That night was the greatest night of life as a wrestler too because when I won that match I also won Addy, not to mention I won the hearts of fans everywhere!
That night was an amazing night because I proved that when the chips are down, especially in a battle royal, I can somehow find a way to be the last person standing in the end. People have never understood why this is either, and I can’t tell people that just don’t feel this way like I do, but winning Addy for me was an even more incredible feeling than winning the SCW World Championship. Although I had said this several times in my wrestling career because I was a huge blowhard, after winning Addy I could honestly say that I felt like I was the best wrestler in the world.
I didn’t understand this at the time of course, but I have never felt like this since either. I could win this match Tuesday night that would allow me the opportunity to wrestle in a match for the PWS World Championship and then win it? Maybe, just maybe I could feel like I was the best wrestler in the world again one more time.
It will not be easy though because in order to do that I will have to go through nine of the toughest wrestlers that I have ever faced. Now I know many of you must be thinking right now even as I’m talking with you, and yes, if I can go through forty-three other wrestlers to win Addy, then going through just nine Tuesday night should be a piece of cake right? Different wrestlers present different challenges though, and besides, when there are forty-three wrestlers in a battle royal it’s a lot easier to get lost among the other wrestlers. Plus I wore a mankini to the ring that night and I heard through the grapevine that nobody really wanted to touch me in my mankini for some reason.
Do you really think for a second that the powers that be here in PWS are going to allow me to wear my mankini to the ring for this battle royal? Keep in mind these are the same people that get their panties in a wad if I happen to say Oh [bleep!] or beat my [bleep!] on TV. Yeah I don’t think so either, so whatever advantages that my mankini gave me four and a half years ago will not be available to me this time around and with only nine other wrestlers I don’t think it will be easy to lose myself among the other wrestlers either.
Not to mention, the other nine wrestlers who are going to be participating in this match are nothing short of the cream of the crop in PWS wrestling. Wrestlers like Alexandra Calaway and Michael Rathedon that I haven’t heard much about because they are new to PWS since I was getting my whole medication thing squared away and hence I wasn’t around for a while. Still whatever promotions that Calaway and Rathedon were in before coming to PWS, I’m sure that they did one hell of a job and will be a force to be reckoned with Tuesday night.
Then you have other wrestlers that I have heard all sorts of things about, wrestlers like Ivory Sullivan and Aaliyah Anderson who come from tremendous wrestling families that are now trying to make their mark on their own in wrestling. I don’t know about all of you, but I think that one way to make your mark on wrestling would be to win a match just like this battle royal. I certainly believe that would put you on the wrestling map after that, which is why I would never count either one of these two out.
Just like I would never count out Jennifer Carpenter or Miles Kasey or Tyson Sykes or Jonathan Sanders. These people represent some of the very best in not only PWS but in all of wrestling in general. They are smart, fast, and if I blink around any of the four of them, I’m likely to find myself on my [bleep] outside of the ring and out of this battle royal wondering just what in the hell happened. So if I don’t want to be just another statistic when this match is over, I am going to need to keep my eyes peeled at all times during this match with these four PWS megastars stalking around the ring with me and waiting for their opportunity to be one step closer to victory. I can honestly say that if any of these four were to walk away the winner it would be a surprise to nobody.
This all brings back to one final point concerning this match, a point that I already made at the beginning of this promo but it deserves mentioning one more time because it is so important…
MIKE HAWK IS A BLITHERING IDIOT!
Please don’t misunderstand me either, at least not about this point, because I’m insane, but I’m not stupid, so Mike Hawk is a very good professional wrestler. I have never nor would I ever claim anything differently. Does Mike have every opportunity to win this at Riot? Absolutely, and I bet there are probably a lot of people that will tell you that Mike is the odds on favorite, he is just so talented.
The problem with Mike however is that he feels that he can and apparently thinks that he should say whatever he wants about whoever he wants and that he should be as crude as possible when doing this. This is not going to fly with me on my watch and as I think fans will find out here shortly that is not going to fly with the rest of the people in this match either. Mike has all of the physical tools to win this match and go on to face Cleo for the PWS World Championship at Rise to Glory. But it’s his diarrhea of the mouth that is going to get him into trouble because there are going to be nine other people that are just as hungry as Mike is, and they might just be looking to put him out first. I don’t care how talented and gifted you are, nine on one is still nine on one and when all we need to do is just throw you over the top rope and you are gone? I just don’t like your odds.
Truth be told, I don’t actually like anyone’s odds in a battle royal, because it is literally every wrestler for themselves. You have to almost have eyes in not just the back of your head but a set of eyes on each side of your head might be nice too. Take it from me who yes has won one of these things and has lost too many others to count, you can be fine one minute in a battle royal and be gone the next. Later you might realize that it is your friend who ended up ending your night. That is just the nature of the beast in battle royals though, you never really have any friends in this match, just like you are never truly safe until you are the last man standing.
When it comes down to it, maybe I do like my odds a little bit better than I’m letting all of you know. I’ve done this before, I have been the last wrestler standing and this is my type of match when you get right down to the nuts and bolts of it. Battle royals are crazy, battle royals cause chaos, and if there are two this in this world that I love it crazy and chaos.
I guess what I’m trying to say when you get right down to the heart of the matter is come Tuesday night, while I wouldn’t call myself the favorite to win the whole damn thing, I wouldn’t bet against me either! Because if you do?
You might just be surprised at who is fighting for the PWS World Championship at Rise to Glory!
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Post by Aaliyah Landerson on Jul 10, 2022 22:55:52 GMT -5
[When Aaliyah is in the back frustrating about her lost to her opponent on Riot she saw a Shadow of her father who is standing right beside of her while Carmen Fernandez stops her]
Carmen Fernandez: Sorry to bother you Ms Aaliyah. but last month on Riot you and your father lost the tag team to Audrey and Gracie Lopez. and now you will compete in a Battle royal to determine who should face Cleo for her Vacated World Championship at Rise to Glory any suggestions Ms Landerson.
Princess of 619|Aaliyah: after that match was over I thought that I can trust my father foot steps but I ended up failing the both of us losing this tag team but instead it's my problem to fixed it when I enter this week's Battle royal and earn my shot at Cleo's World Championship at Rise to Glory on PWS.
Carmen Fernandez: and what about those people that you are fighting in the over the top rope battle royal on Riot.
Princess of 619| Aaliyah: if I can't win this battle royal then I mind as well just find some other activities to follow instead of me winning this battle royal and fight for the World Champion at Rise to Glory and specially Alexandra Calaway, and Michael Rathedon. they both don't deserve to be apart of this situation it's my fault who's on a losing streak not anybody else's now if I hear anybody talking shit about my father and family again there will be some consequences when I throw your asses over the top rope and be the last girl standing and head to Rise to Glory and challenge for the World Championship on PWS.
Carmen Fernandez: but can you handle all of those participants that's in the Battle royal on Riot.
Princess of 619|Aaliyah: I honestly don't care as long as I win this battle royal and support my father and the rest of the La familia and earn my shot like everyone else and challenge for the Vacated World title at Rise to Glory on PWS.
Carmen Fernandez: can you even defeat Jennifer Carpenter and Ivory Sullivan. this Tuesday.
Princess of 619|Aaliyah|: depends on hows the battle royal gonna turn out cause once I step foot back inside of that Riot ring so help me I will not be at Rise to Glory and fight for the World Championship because my father and La familia are counting on me to win this match rather i win or get send out of the battle royal and just find some other sucker to challenge at Rise to Glory after I settle the differences in this over the top rope battle royal none sense win this this for my family and head onto Rise to Glory and fight for Cleo's World Championship at Rise to Glory on PWS.
Princess of 619|Aaliyah: I am The Princess of The 619 of Tuesday night Riot.
(Aaliyah signs out when Carmen Fernandez continues talking)
Carmen Fernandez: thanks for the support Aaliyah. and good luck on Tuesday.
Carmen Fernandez: we hope that Aaliyah. can win her final match to see who gets the be the next challenger for Cleo's vacated World Champion until we get an winner of the battle royal this week on Riot.
[Camera fades when Aaliyah walks out of her locker room to get some fresh air as she calms down and focused on her match before it begins this Tuesday]
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Post by Miles Kasey on Jul 10, 2022 22:57:20 GMT -5
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Head to toe soaked, no title...but one thing came from his time out on the deep blue.
A towel would drop onto his head and her whispering in his ear, “Stop it.”
He glanced up at her smiling face of Becca Larkin and part of him wanted to be mad, a big part of him actually. But he couldn’t, she just dropped everything for him.
He just sighs and tussles the towel through his drenched hair for a few before wrapping it around his neck. “Sorry, love. I can’t help but feel disappointed in myself.”
She kneels down next to him, poking at a little dimple on his cheek to try and get any emotion from him, “I feel responsible, if that helps.”
“I let myself get distracted by it all. It was nothing you did directly,” he smiles at her before standing up, and helps her get back on her feet, “I’m gonna go dry off and change. Why don’t you head back to the room and make sure everything is ready to go and as soon as we dock we’ll get out of here.”
“I would love to get back to New York, I’m so behind on everything.”
Miles nods and places a kiss on her forehead, “We’ll reach it before the morning, and then you can officially begin your time in PWS: Apex. I never congratulated you on that and maybe we should stop and get something special for the flight back.”
“Ohh, I would love that. I’ll start thinking of what to get on my way back. Don’t be too long?”
“I’ll try not to be.”
Becca slides herself away slowly from Miles hands and he watches her go, once she’s out of his sight he sighs heavily.
“Boy, you are lucky...I know there are a few that are questioning your sanity right now.” he grumbles to himself, “You got something to look forward to. This whole week wasn’t a complete wash...”
He looks down.
“Even though I feel like I’ve been through it.”
He pulls the towel from around his neck and starts to rub himself dry.
“Back to the drawing board.”
Square One
The plane high in the air somewhere over the continental United States, carried Miles Kasey and Becca Larkin back. Despite her wanting to work through the night til they landed, the flight knocked her out. It amused him, as he slid her laptop from in front of her and secured it in her bag before he covered her with a blanket that he had asked for, for her.
He slid quietly out of his seat and did a stretch, walking through the back of the plane to the bathroom and shut the door behind him, locking it.
I can’t keep up.
That thought hit him quick, he looked up and looked right at the mirror and leaned forward like he almost didn’t even recognize himself for a moment.
“Come on pussy, get your shit together.”
The growl coming from the gut hit him hard.
“You are about to walk into this whole fucking thing back at Apex with a World Title Shot on the line and you are right back in your own fucking head. Instead of taking the spot you know you rightfully deserve, you are letting the whole damn world get to you.”
He reaches down and turns on the faucet and cups some water in his hands and splashes it on his face.
“But do you want it, Milo? Are you honestly at that point where you believe you deserve a chance at the top spot?”
Turning the faucet off he looks up as the water drips down his rough edges on his exhausted face.
“I’m there for one reason and one reason only, any trash that needs to be taken out, I’m doing it. If I am the one that walks out with that shot and taking on Cleo then so be it. I need to put my head together, I need to fight for that and for her.”
He looks at the door and smiles.
“At least I got that going for me. She’s not afraid to be with a complete basket case.”
A knock comes to the door.
“Miles? You ok in there?”
“Just fine, love. Just needed to use the loo, I’ll be out in a moment.”
“Alright, if you’re not back in 10 minutes...”
“Woman, let me piss in peace!”
“Gross!”
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