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Post by Star Stormz on Sept 6, 2022 19:24:36 GMT -5
 PWS:APEX PRESENTS RIOT! 9/13/2022 Montreal, Quebec, Canada - Centre Bell Arena Singles Match
Ace Michaels vs. Michael Rathedon1 rp per character
300 min, 5000 max
Deadline MONDAY 9/12 11:59:59 pm est |
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Post by Michael Rathedon on Sept 10, 2022 20:13:32 GMT -5
I’m making my highly anticipated return to PWS and what do I get? I get a complete fucking loser of an opponent. If you ask me, it’s a waste of not only my time but my talents. If you for some reason listened to his ‘promo’ or whatever you want to call it from before his last match then you’d know that this match is completely beneath me.
I won’t deny that I’ve been having a string of bad luck these last few outings and that’s fine because I’m still shaking off the rust and once all of it is off of me then this shiny new Rolls Royce will be in full display. I have a question though, why display a Rolls Royce next to a Nissan Cube? I’m a completely different specimen than this Ace Michaels motherfucker. “Hello there my faithful fans!” What a god damn fucking loser. Not only is he assuming he has fans but he thinks if he did that they’re faithful? Yeah right, my man.
Now you’re almost certainly asking yourself, "where was Michael Rathedon these last few weeks?" Well, I was fucking busy doing… whatever the fuck I wanted to do because no one tells me what to do. That’s your answer, that’s what I was doing. Maybe I was fucking Ace Michael’s mom the entire time, who knows? Either way, it’s my business what I do outside of wrestling and it doesn’t concern any of you lame bastards.
I’m talking to the entire roster right now, I’m ready to fight every single one of you and I don’t even care. I want to hurt all of you, I want to win the world title here and I’m ready to beat the ever living hell out of every single living soul who is contracted here.
That’s the thing though isn’t it? No one is ready for my brilliance to be placed front and center because there would be far too many envious eyes wanting to be me and be at least almost as good as I am. Unfortunately I have to repeat myself again because I’m not over how instead of giving me a world title match I’m handed this dopey unremarkable looking bitch that I have to beat down for no reason. What do I gain from beating the 18th guy named Ace that I’ve met? I have no desire to wrestle a guy who’s basically just a boot licking bottom feeder? I crave a true challenge that pits me against the very best because when I win I actually gain something, it pulls me closer to my inevitable world title reign. We all know how true that is, how undeniable I am. In a locker room that has people like Ace Michaels, Richard Ryder, Mike Hawk, PWS desperately needs a true champion and contender at its forefront so that it can be taken seriously. Then again, maybe Miss Stormz doesn’t mind those embarrassing clowns that riddle that locker room.
I think a sort of… Crusade is necessary. A purge needs to be implemented so that we can be taken seriously because I could very easily take my extreme talents elsewhere but here I am and that’s because I see the potential PWS has and it could become one of the most watched wrestling programs in the entire goddamn world because there isn’t someone like me at the front of the charge quite yet. Once I’m there and running this promotion then heads will begin to roll and rivers of beautiful scarlet blood will fill the hallways and usher in a world where we can all be happy to call ourselves wrestlers.
The first head to roll down the staircase leading to my throne will be that of Ace Michaels and unfortunately for me, his head means nothing to my path of glory.
If it’s what needs to be done to advance myself AND this promotion then a crusade is what will come.
MARCH 29TH 2019
Chicago, Illinois The Azure MacCormaic Pub
A rainy ugly day takes over Chicago and everyone walking down the sidewalk holds the umbrellas close to them so as to not get soaked. Michael walks past all the rest of the civilians with no umbrella himself and just letting the rain hit which drenches his hair. He turns into a small Irish corner pub with a bell that rings as the door swings open. One of the young hostesses welcomed him in with a meek “Welcome to Azure MacCormaics.” She went back to talking to her co-worker right after. He walked up to the bar and took a seat. The bartender turns around while cleaning off a glass and flashes him a smile. She’s a young and fit woman with long platinum hair.
“How’s it goin, hun? What can I get for ya?”
“A Crimson Crown…”
He looks at her directly in the eyes and her eyebrows furrow as he says this. She visibly knows what he means and doesn’t say a word but nods her head towards the back room. She puts the glass down and walks through the door with Michael following right behind. She pulls a string to turn the light on and leans up against the side of a desk. She tosses off her black apron and reveals her deep purple crop top and shredded abs. She crosses her arms and looks at Michael who places both his hands on the back of a lone chair in front of the desk.
“How do you know about that?”
“A mutual friend told me. Said that you and a couple of other guys that work here could help families start anew.”
“That may or may not be true but first you have to tell me who this mutual friend is.”
“Saori Nakano”
Her eyes widen while the rest of her face drops. Her arms go to her side and she moves her eyes down to look at her shoes.
“You must be Radio then… I’m so sorry about what happened to her. She was an amazing woman, truly. Never met anyone as selfless as her. An absolute sweetheart.”
“She was… She helped me escape not long ago and I regret putting her in that kind of danger.”
“That’s what we do though and she knew that. Fell in love with you too, I heard. Not really what I do personally but I can help you if need it. Lidia Chainsaw by the way.”
“Lidia- what? Your last name is Chainsaw?”
“Not officially but it’s what I like because it sounds cool and I hate my parents so why not give myself the most badass name?”
“That makes sense…”
“Is Radio your real name? Cause one of the major things we do when relocating someone is change their names so you could probably change that if you want.”
“Shit, I think. Long story but it’s the name I’ve always gone by. Maybe I should change it though.”
“Sounds good, Think it over and we can set up new cards and accounts for you.”
She claps her hands together and stops leaning on the desk and walks over to a dusty bookshelf with only three books on it and starts pushing it to the side almost effortlessly. Behind it is a long pair of stairs that lead to what seems like darkness. She motions to Michael to go first and they both take the stairs while Lidia places a fake wall behind her to cover the entrance. As they make their way to the bottom a much brighter light illuminates this basement and as they come into view two other men hop out of their chairs and cause their playing cards to fall to the floor. One guy is slim, young, and handsome where the other is older and unconventionally attractive. The older one steps forward and extends his hand to Michael.
“Apologies, we were on our break. I’m the owner of the bar, Azure MacCormaic. This is my nephew.”
The younger lad steps forward to also extend his hand.
“Giuseppe Milano. I prefer to go by “Ice Cold” Milano though." He chuckles and puts his hand back to his side after Michael shakes it.
“Pleasure to meet you all, truly. Your organization has seriously saved my life.”
“Not a problem at all. We love to help people start over and try again. We all deserve the opportunity to do so and when no one else will help you, we will.” Azure nods his head towards Michael.
“There’s more than three of us of course but, for the most part we do the most work in the midwest. We have other agents throughout America and other countries but I firmly believe we’re the best.” Lidia interjects and chuckles.
“So, down to business then. What’s your name and where you currently live?”
“Michael Radio, Japan.”
“Oh, that’s one of our more popular choices of relocation.”
“This is Saori’s Michael, Azure.”
“Oh… my apologies then. We’ve heard a bit about your situation.”
“Let’s not worry about it too much eh? I just… wanna get my kids out of there and come back here actually. Need a restart though.”
“That’s a new one. Being relocated back here? To Chicago? Are you sure?”
“Yeah, why not. They liked it here the most and there’s a lot to do here. Fuck it.”
“Have you thought of a new Surname?”
Michael takes a second to think some more on it and he flashes back quickly to when Saori returned hsi medication to him.
“Yeah… Rathedon. Change my name to Michael Rathedon…”
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