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Guilt
Dec 26, 2015 23:21:11 GMT -6
Post by Nicholas Gray on Dec 26, 2015 23:21:11 GMT -6
The Imperium. A collective formed under a shared viewpoint. That EXODUS Pro was in constant, unending danger, and the only way to protect it was to be a swift and brutal proactive force to stomp out any dangers. The best of intentions. The most logical path to take. The willpower to do what was needed. The Imperium. A complete, and utter, failure. And one that was a failure from the moment it was created. -- “Enforcing your laws, the pressure's rising That's the reason you called me here Abuse of justice turns into evil You have started to change!” “Evil” - VAMPS -- Nicholas Gray sat in silence and drank. The former owner of EXODUS Pro, the former leader of the Imperium created to protect it, was once again awake late into the night. It was almost 3am, and he sat at his kitchen table, drinking gin, the drink of a sad sad man. His best friend had just proposed to his longtime girlfriend and though it wouldn’t seem like it, Gray was so happy for them. Knowing them as long as he had, everything they’d been through, it filled him with happiness to see Wulf finally get down on his knee to ask her. But it was what he’d seen them go through that left him drinking this late. Yumie Gray: Celebrating, I see. His head turns to look at the entrance to the kitchen where stands his wife, Yumie. A smile comes onto his face at the sight of her, before it fades off as she steps into the kitchen, immediately taking a seat next to him at the table, looking at him with that look of worry that always meant the same thing. Time to spill, Gray. Yumie Gray: What’s wrong? And don’t say nothing. You’ve been in a mood since Wulf proposed. He sighed, and thought about how to deflect it. But he was more than a little tipsy, and drink pried his tongue. And he so badly needed to get this off of his chest... Nicholas Gray: I tried. I tried so hard. This was my one chance. He sniffed, and threw back the glass of gin. Nicholas Gray: My whole life I’ve disappointed. I disappointed family, friends, co-workers, everyone who has met me has thought at some point “why is he a thing, when others who should be aren’t?” and I don’t have an answer. Never had an answer. And the more I tried, the more people around me suffered. Wulf and Davy, they put themselves with me and look how that went. Single worst tag title reign THW ever had. And who’s that on? Yumie Gray: You KNOW they don’t care about that. Gray vehemently shook his head. Nicholas Gray: Doesn’t matter. Doesn’t change that it’s what happened. I was a joke to people. And so I started to live it. I didn’t want people to get attached, to get too close to the person who would bring them down somehow. So I became wacky...hyperactive...zany...a joke. Well, more of one. I became what I saw myself as, and I lived that. Yumie squeezed her husband’s hand. She was aware of all of this, it was plain to see the difference between him privately and in public that developed. She knew why he did it, even though he never vocalized it until now. And she let him say these things she already knew, because he was finally getting them off of his chest after so long. Nicholas Gray: And I managed to get myself a fucking wrestling company. I just wanted to coast through this, until I found a way out, and by being this wacky zany caricature of a person I became owner of EXODUS. And it wasn’t a joke when I found out, that fainting was real. Suddenly I had the responsibility of a company, of having to keep things floating, to make sure a large group of people had regular work to put food on their table. And it was the most awful sensation. Weight of the world, and all that. And with all that on me I did the only thing I thought I could. Keep playing the character, and let others handle it all. Be as far away from the business side as I could be, just be an owner in name only. And for a while that worked, and I thought I could manage to live with that, with being a joke owner whose underlings had more power than him. But... He looked at his wife, at her stomach sticking out from her body. He smiled despite himself, at something else he had kept secret from his friends. Nicholas Gray: Becoming a father changed that. Yumie smiled back at him. While she was not a fan of him not yet telling anyone, for reasons he hadn’t told her yet, the change that had come over him when she had told him the news had been incredible. After an initial faint, of course. He’d gained so much energy, so much drive and passion. She truly thought he had managed to break past his problems. Nicholas Gray: So I realized I had to do something. I realized that if our kid grew up as things were, all they’d hear is what a failure their father was. What a joke, what a gag he was. How he dragged everyone around him down, at the L placed next to everything I ever did. I couldn’t do that to them, could I. I had to do something. And something I had already been thinking of, clicked. EXODUS was always under strife, always under attack, when one group died another appeared. It was what EXODUS was known most for. That a war was always being fought for it. And I saw it. What if I changed that? What if I managed to stop the wars, to bring EXODUS under control. To save it, to keep it protected, when no one else could. A triumph like that, a success like that, could erase all of my failures from memory. I would have something I could finally be proud of, and my child could have a father worth looking up to. As he explained this, something clicked in Yumie’s mind. Yumie Gray: ...that’s why you haven’t told Wulf yet. Gray nods. When his wife had told him about her pregnancy, he didn’t tell anyone. Not his family, not his friends. And certainly not his best friend in the world, the man who had done so much for him over the years, Wulf Erikssen. Nicholas Gray: Because it would hurt the cause. An easy block to tear at for our enemies, if they knew about that reason for creating the Imperium. And… He pauses, frowning. Nicholas Gray: I realized how easy it is to just keep things from Wulf.. Yumie sighs, knowing what he was saying. He hadn’t even told her about the secret weapon he’d gotten a hold of, the former Gods & Monster scalpel known as Kira T. Zeppeli. She hadn’t been exactly pleased with it, and knew Wulf had been far, far less so. Nicholas was lucky Wulf didn’t beat him into the hospital at that very moment. Yumie Gray: I know keeping Kira a secret almost brought you to blows, but Wulf has been our friend for so long. I don’t see at all how the news of his best friend becoming a father would enrage him. Instead of those words comforting him, or reassuring him, all they did was make his expression sadder, as he looked away from her, suddenly not wanting to look her in the eye as he spoke. Nicholas Gray: ….I’m not talking about when I kept Kira from him. Yumie’s eyes widened in shock. She tried, quickly, to think of what he could be talking about. And she realized that nothing she knew about could fit that, could make him this down and sullen. There was something else. Yumie Gray: ..what have you kept from us? Nicholas Gray: ...you’ll think I’m crazy. Yumie Gray: Honey. She squeezed his hand again. Yumie Gray: You might be a lot of things, but crazy isn’t one of them. Just tell me, please. I don’t want this to eat you up keeping it locked up inside you anymore. Gray sighed. Nicholas Gray: Alright. Almost a year ago, Cyril started to realize something was off in (R)Evolution. Yumie Gray: What? Something in the books, or…? Nicholas Gray: In a wrestler. In matches, not all but some, he would get these sudden, awful headaches. Yumie blinked, realizing who it was he was talking about. The man Jolyne had bashed in the head with a chair, the man who hurt Wulf and Stacey as he waged a campaign of revenge. Anderson Cobalt, Jason Anderson Protivnik. Nicholas Gray: And after a while, Cyril realized something. The people he was in the ring with when those headaches happened, or when he was backstage, the people who he was with when they happened...things happened with them. He had a match with Lannister, got a migraine, and just a show later she had joined REVOLUTION. And so, he started to wonder if, maybe… He pauses, not certain if he can bring himself to say the words. Another squeeze from his wife made him sigh, before speaking them. Nicholas Gray: If maybe that Cobalt boy was a psychic. Yumie didn’t say anything, just looking at him with wide eyes. He offered a weak smile. Nicholas Gray: Sure I’m not crazy? After a moment, Yumie shook her head. Yumie Gray: Not yet. Continue. Nicholas Gray: Well, he wasn’t sure yet if that was the case. He needed to tell someone, and he brought his initial findings to me, asking me if he could do tests on not just him but everyone else. Because by that point things...things were crazy in RW. And so Cyril wanted to peg down everything. Yumie Gray: And what did you say? Nicholas Gray: I told him of course, of course, he could do that. How could I not? These unknown things were a problem, we needed to know as much as we can. And as I was telling him he could do the tests, I was panicking inside. Yumie Gray: Why? For a moment there is silence, Gray just looking down again. She frowns, worried, but that worry vanishes in an instant at his next words. Nicholas Gray: Because I knew about Anderson’s powers from day one. Yumie Gray: ...what? He looked up at her. Nicholas Gray: I was working with his father since Cobalt came into the company. He pours himself another glass as he continues. Nicholas Gray: He just came into my office one day. Just got past anyone who’d stop him like it wasn’t anything. And he just started talking. About how bad everything in EXODUS was, how you couldn’t trust anyone because anyone could be planning to turn on you, how there needed to be some way of controlling it. I got up and got into his face, demanding he leave and, uh… He quickly throws the glass back before saying the next part. Nicholas Gray: His eyes flashed yellow and I got thrown into the wall. Yumie just stared at him, not saying anything. Not really knowing WHAT to say, even. So Gray just kept on. Nicholas Gray: After that he introduced himself, and explained that he wanted to help me and in return I’d help him. He told me his son would one day be able to do all of the things he could, but for now he was still growing. Right now, all he could really do was feel someone’s intentions. If someone was duplicitous or lying, he’d feel it physically. A human lie detector. And I could make full use of that, so long as I let the kid grow and train in RW for a spell first. I already had a few little thoughts about how something needed to change in EXODUS by then. Not as far as the Imperium, no. But the thought was there. And I saw how valuable a lie detector could be. So I agreed. We shook hands, me and the devil. The kid was signed to RW, and when the plans for the Imperium started to form, I was getting ready to offer him a place in it. And then... He sighed. Nicholas Gray: I almost had a heart attack in March, when an EXODUS show showed a video of a man with yellow eyes leading his spawn through a massacred (r)Evolution Dojo. I started to realize I might have made a mistake. And then Cyril started asking questions, and Strike, and Jon...all at once, the danger came. Cyril asked me to do the tests, and all I could do is say yes. So soon enough, Cyril would find out about the boy’s father. And at some point it would be revealed, my dealings with him. I’d be exposed, and everything I had been building would be dashed away in a moment. So I had to do something. And… The next words are particularly hard for him to get out. Nicholas Gray: And I realized how useful Jolyne could be. Yumie Gray: ...what? Gray looked away from her as he continued. Nicholas Gray: She was still in the middle of training, and she was so certain of herself. Asked every day if it was time for her to debut, and every day disappointed when I said no. And I knew how antsy she was getting, how desperate she was to finally get our approval and get into the ring. And I saw an opportunity. I debated it, worried over it. Looked myself in the mirror and asked myself if I really wanted to do it. And I was desperate enough to, because by then the boy himself was clearly going to be a problem, losing his cool like he was. I knew Cyril would be sending me something eventually about the tests. I just had to wait. And when they came I felt lucky for the first time in a while, as Jo was already there. So all I had to do was read it, and as I read it let her peek it just a few times. And that was all it took. Not too long after, she took a chair to him, put him in the hospital, and I thought that was the end. Thought I got away with it. But I didn’t. Of course I didn’t. He came back. He bashed Jo with a chair. He bashed Stacey with a chair. He made Wulf turn basically into fucking GRENDEL to pulverize him. He hurt my student, and he hurt my friends. Because of me. He finally stops talking, the silence letting Yumie absorb all of this. If Gray could manage to look at her right now, all he’d see is shock. Yumie Gray: I just...it’s all so hard to believe, it’s… Gray nodded. Nicholas Gray: I know it is but the shitty thing is it’s all true. I sold my soul to the Devil, an actual real Devil, to gain some extra foothold in a plan to save a wrestling company. And then I tried to cover it. I made sure my protege, a woman I took under my wing, would do something stupid and hospitalize a man, and she suffered and my best friend suffered and that is because of me! His fist clenches, another sniffle coming from him. Nicholas Gray: And the worst part is I failed. I had failed from the first day I ran that company, because it was doomed to die because Jon Collins is a fucking monster. I tried and I tried and I sold my FUCKING soul, and I still failed! A pause. Nicholas Gray: ...same as fucking always. For a long time, neither say anything. Yumie simply sits and processes all of this, while Gray continues to drink his sad drink. And, when Yumie finally speaks, it is quite concise. Yumie Gray: You’re an idiot. Nicholas Gray: ...this is true. Yumie Gray: This, all of this…I can’t believe this. For so long you’ve been focused on yourself, and how others see you, and wanting to not be seen as a failure. I didn’t realize how badly that had gotten. What you’ve done is stupid, so so stupid, and you’re lucky things didn’t end up worse than they are. You’re lucky no one’s left you yet. That one stings, and his expression shows it. Yumie Gray: And now you have to do something, yes. You have to let all of that go. It’s damaged you for too long, and it could cost you so much if you keep letting it fester in you. If not for yourself, then… She took his hand and placed it against her stomach. Yumie Gray: Then for her. Show her that you don’t have to be controlled by past failures, show her that you should be looked up to because you were able to let all of that go and be better for it. The words penetrate, but even as they do he stupidly tries to resist. After all, this was all he knew. Focusing on his failures, how others saw him, all of it. But, Hell, hadn’t he said he was going to let that all go back in 2010? Was he so bad he couldn’t even do getting over things right? He sighed, and nodded. Nicholas Gray: You’re right. I know. I think...I think I just need to get away from all of this. She smiled. Yumie Gray: I agree. I think getting away from everything for a while would be good for us. A small pause, as she remembers something. Yumie Gray: Except for going to Wulf and Stacey’s wedding, of course. Gray doesn’t say anything to that, instead beginning to pour himself another glass of gin. And he starts to think about how to say goodbye. -- It was a few days later when the Grays met Jolyne in front of what was once the (R)Evolution Dojo. Jolyne was sitting on the sidewalk as they came up, looking at the building, her head titled looking at what was just a small time ago where she worked, now empty. Jolyne Dysart: Everything changes so fast… Yumie nods, smiling at her. Yumie Gray: That’s part of life. That just gives you a way to show how well you deal with change. Jolyne’s head turns to look at Yumie and she grins, causing a small smile to appear on Gray’s face. He was always impressed how easily his wife spoke Jolyne’s language, ever since they had met the young woman. Jolyne stood up, taking time to dust herself off before facing them. Jolyne Dysart: I am great at change. I’m even taking the Gray Maiden changes well. Gray unconsciously rolled his eyes. When he left for Hawaii Wulf had left the Gray Maiden, the RV that had at various times been home for everything from a small stuffed bear to major champions, in the care of Davy Jones the pirate captain. At least his wife hadn’t caught sight of that eye roll, an elbow to the gut would’ve been unfortunate. Yumie Gray: That’s great! How is Davy doing now that he has his own ship to pilot again? Jolyne frowned. Jolyne Dysart: The bear has his own room. Gray groaned, one hand pressing to his face. Yumie just chuckled. Yumie Gray: Well, that’s only fair. Captain Bear IS a Captain, after all! Gray sighed. Nicholas Gray: At least he probably hasn’t found the cannon again. Jolyne Dysart: THERE’S A CANNON ON THE RV!? Oh God what had he done. Yumie Gray: Sorry, dear, not anymore. Jolyne Dysart: Oh...well, that’s disappointing. But as she always did, she rebounded immediately, snapping to attention. Jolyne Dysart: So! Now what are we going to do? The two Grays exchanged a look, and Nicholas realized it was all on him to do. He took a deep breath, letting it out before speaking. Nicholas Gray: Yumie and I are...going away for a while. And just like that, the energy she had in her seemed to vanished. Her shoulders drooped, and a look of shock came onto her face. Jolyne Dysart: ...what? Nicholas Gray: It’s...complicated. Jolyne’s expression changes to one of anger, unsurprisingly. Jolyne Dysart: I don’t give a shit if it’s complicated or not, what is going on!? Gray sighed. Nicholas Gray: With everything that’s happened recently, we’ve decided we need to have some time just to ourselves, away from this business and everything in it. For our benefit, and for yours too. With everything lately, you’ve...not had the best of times. You need to be away from all of this. For your sake. Jolyne Dysart: ...And this has to do with what he said about someone manipulating me? He sighed, knowing what she meant. The last thing Jason had said to her after their match, about her being manipulated...he wanted to be angry at him for telling her, but he needed to put it behind him. Nicholas Gray: I made some bad choices, Jolyne. I made choices that put you in so, so much danger. She immediately shakes her head repeatedly. Jolyne Dysart: I don’t care! I’m sure you had a good reason for that! A small, sad smile tugs at the edge of the lips of Gray, who just shakes his head. Nicholas Gray: No. I wish I could say that, but it’s not true. I just didn’t. It’s a look of sadness that comes onto her face now. Jolyne Dysart: But...everyone else has already left… That one hurt. He knew she hadn’t taken Wulf and Stacey leaving well, and had known adding himself and Yumie to that would make it worse. But it had to be done, it was the right thing to do. Nicholas Gray: I know. But this is good for you, too, this is what you need. You need time away from your mentors. You try so, so hard to impress me, to impress Beowulf, to impress Stacey and Laurel. You want validation, and you want adulation. And that’s your problem. He reaches out and places his hands on Jolyne’s shoulders, looking her in the eye. Nicholas Gray: You’ve spent so much time focused on the attention and approval of others, you’ve let yourself suffer for it. You get it in your head that you have to do the most, you have to get the glory, you have to get that no matter what. So you make stupid decisions, you charge into things you shouldn’t, because you’re desperate. Jolyne starts to shake her head. Jolyne Dysart: I’m not desper- Nicholas Gray: Jo. This silences the usually unable to stop speaking woman. Nicholas Gray: I thought I saw something in your eyes when we met, behind the drive I saw. And ever since, I’ve been wondering what I saw. And I finally realized it, not too long ago. Again he looks her straight in the eye. Nicholas Gray: It’s the exact same look I’ve seen in my eyes so, so many times. The last time I saw it, was when I was looking at myself in the mirror, wondering if the decision I made that put you in danger was the right one. And I made the wrong choice, because I decided it wasn’t but I had to do it anyway. And you suffered. Please, Jo. Don’t make the same mistakes I did. Become better than me. For a moment neither say anything, Jolyne looking back at Gray with an expression that is first shocked at what he is saying, before it shifts into something somber and understanding. She nods. Jolyne Dysart: ...I’ll try. Gray smiles at her. Nicholas Gray: Thank you. That’s all I ask. He extends his hand. Nicholas Gray: You really will be something special some day, Jolyne. And I’ll be proud to have been at the ground floor of that. She takes his hand, and they shake. She grins. Jolyne Dysart: When they build a statue of me with a belt, I’ll be sure to have your name engraved somewhere with Wulf’s. Gray let out a laugh, before taking a step back. Yumie took that moment to step forward, wrapping her arms around Jolyne in a hug that she returns. Yumie Gray: You be good, okay? I’ll get you my number when we’re set up, so you can get in contact whenever you need. Jolyne Dysart: Thank you. She nods, and steps back. The two turn, and start to walk away. Jolyne blinks, suddenly thinking of something. Jolyne Dysart: Hang on! The two stop, heads turning to look at her. Jolyne Dysart: I’ll at least see you at the Wulf and Stacey wedding, right? The two look at one another. Yumie is expectant, but Gray’s expression fades to one that Jolyne can’t quite understand, and it makes Yumie frown. Nicholas Gray: Sorry. Won’t be able to make it. Jolyne Dysart: ...but... Nicholas Gray: Have fun at it, Jo. And he turns, and walks away. Yumie sighs, looking back at Jo with a look to try and reassure her. It only kind of works, before Yumie has to turn and walk after her husband, Jolyne able to see them exchanging words as they do, but she can’t hear them. Jolyne stands alone, watching the mentors she had left walk away from her, and she sighs deeply. Even though she was confident, too much so, the recent leavings of Wulf and Stacey, and now Gray and Yumie, had hurt her. And now, truly, she was on her own for the first time in almost a year. Now, the only architect of her future was herself. Infinite choices to be made, infinite mistakes to be made. All on her. How comforting.
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Post by Nicholas Gray on Dec 23, 2015 22:40:23 GMT -6
(taking place a few days after the match with Beowulf)
The passage of time hadn’t made it any easier.
In the weeks since finding out the truth about his father, himself, and his power, Jason Protivnik has not been able to shake the weight he now felt on himself. All of that knowledge, all of the despair it brought to him, it felt like it was physically pushing him down to the ground. He felt like a ship lost at sea, in the dead of night, about to crash into the jagged rocks at shore.
He hadn’t slept well in that long. He’d manage to finally fall under, only to be confronted with visions of his father lifting a great machine over his body and crashing it down onto him again and again and again and again and again, until he awoke in a cold sweat.
Tired, pulled down, all he could do now was worry.
Worry about himself, if his “father” found out what he knew.
Worry about Jennifer, if his “father” turned his eye to her.
And worry about what was him and what wasn’t.
Since finding out the truth, that was what scared him the most. The question about how much of what he thought and did was himself, and how much of it was staked in there by his “father,” overriding what he himself would have done. Some things were easy to recognize. Jennifer, and everything he felt for her, that was himself. Love had no advantages to a mad scientist. But some things he wasn’t certain about, that he spent so much time worrying over.
Like how much he enjoyed smashing a chair into the head of Stacey-X.
The look of her dazed, pained face. The angry and worried yells of Jolyne. The angry, pained yellings of Beowulf as he demanded a chance at revenge.
All of that had made him smile.
But why? Why did he attack a woman who had nothing to do with his rebalancing act? Why did he enjoy seeing someone who loved her be so angry at what he’d done? Why did he plan to be put in an ugly, violent match with a man he knew would hospitalize him, all to destroy his standing in the eyes of others?
How could he put Jennifer through the pain of seeing him in a hospital bed again, on purpose?
He wasn’t sure if it was because of his “father” messing with his head, or if that was all him, and this was just naturally something he enjoyed.
He wasn’t sure which one scared him more.
All of these worries pressed on him, adding to the weight.
Now all he could do was think about all of that.
And worry about that constant dead spot in his mind’s eye.
One thing he could do was send out a field, getting a feeling of everything living in an area. But since that day he found out the truth, something was wrong. Every time he extended that field he picked up what he normally did. Animals, insects, people, small and big, able to focus in enough to only pick up the types of things he wanted to look out for, to be able to read them enough to get intent and thoughts from.
But now there was always a spot that simply was missing. Not like there wasn’t something there, but like there was but he just couldn’t focus on it. Couldn’t read it.
Usually at the edge of where the field was where it was. Like it wanted him to know it was there, to know that it was the one thing unreadable to him.
And finally he had had enough of it.
He went for a walk, leaving his apartment building and going down the street. He sent the field out and there the dead spot was, at the edge. He kept walking, going into more and more secluded of areas, getting farther and farther from people. Until it was just some insects buzzing, himself, and the dead spot.
And finally it moved.
Faster than he expected, the spot moved from where it was at the edge of his field, to just a short distance behind him. He drew in a breath, held it, and let it out. And he turned.
And there stood a man with no face.
Dressed in an immaculate white suit, black dress shirt and a gold tie, he would’ve caught eyes even without the thing on his head. Some hard-looking black material was on his face, shards from the edge digging into the back of his skull to secure it to his head.
And he waved at Jason.
Jason Anderson Protivnik: ...I should just take up drinking.
And then the Faceless Man spoke, and in that moment Jason felt something wrong in his head. The voice was familiar. So familiar, and yet it wasn’t coming to him. It was almost like when you have something on the tip of your tongue. Where the connection was just out of reach.
Except here it felt like that connection was being gripped just out of his reach by a hand that wasn’t his own.
The Faceless Man: Wouldn’t that just dull your skills?
Jason Anderson Protivnik: Yeah but at this stage...
He then blinked a few times, realizing that he was starting to have a conversation about nothing with a man with no face, and that it hadn’t seemed odd to him. He scowled at the man.
Jason Anderson Protivnik: Fuck that. Why can’t I read you?
A chuckle leaves the man with no face.
The Faceless Man: You have your abilities, Mr. Protivnik, and so do I.
Jason’s eye twitched from sudden, crushing annoyance.
Jason Anderson Protivnik: Another fucking Mark?
He shakes his head.
The Faceless Man: No, no. I do not bear a Mark. I am…
A pause.
The Faceless Man: Less, I suppose.
Jason Anderson Protivnik: ...right.
The Faceless Man shrugs.
The Faceless Man: But I’m not the topic, Mr. Protivnik. You and your father are.
Jason Anderson Protivnik: ...in case you haven’t heard, he’s not actually my father.
The Faceless Man: Yes, yes, I’m well aware...that’s why I’m here.
Jason raised an eyebrow.
Jason Anderson Protivnik: And what’s that mean?
Despite the thing on his face, Jason got the feeling he smiled at that.
The Faceless Man: I just want to talk to you and offer you advice.
Jason Anderson Protivnik: Oh, great, a shrink.
He paused.
Jason Anderson Protivnik: Actually, considering all of this, I might need one…
The Faceless Man shook his head.
The Faceless Man: Wastes of time. Just have a small talk with me, it can’t hurt anything.
Jason Anderson Protivnik: ...alright. Let’s.
The Faceless Man: Good. So, how are you dealing with all of this?
Jason laughed a short, bitter laugh.
Jason Anderson Protivnik: Oh, I’m doing GREAT! My father’s a murderer, he’s stealing my powers, my powers are a curse, there’s a fucking cyborg who might put a bullet in me! It’s a fucking PARADE OF LAUGHS!
The man with no face nodded.
The Faceless Man: It is quite unfair, putting all of this on you at once, shouldering you with all of this painful knowledge. Especially as you have to make a choice.
Jason looked confused, which did not surprise the Faceless Man.
The Faceless Man: You missed that when you ran out of the Arino house. You see, in a short bit of time, if all the Marks are not gathered, things will come to an end. You have a choice between helping the Marks already gathered, or simply trying to run from this all for some possible safe haven.
This hit Jason hard. Another weight added to him suddenly, more of that feeling of being pushed down into the Earth.
Jason Anderson Protivnik: ...why does it all have to keep growing…
The Faceless Man: Sorry. There’s no gentler way to introduce this information to you.
Jason Anderson Protivnik: Great...great...make a choice...that’ll be easy.
The Faceless Man: Well, I understand it’s sudden...
Jason shook his head.
Jason Anderson Protivnik: You’re not understanding. Everything in my head just feels wrong now. Left and right, black and white, all of it’s so fucked up. I don’t know what’s me, I don’t know what’s my father, I don’t know what’s this curse! I think things and can’t be sure if they’re coming from me or something else! I just…
He reaches up and rubs his hands on his head, hoping for some relief. None comes.
Jason Anderson Protivnik: You say what I do helps choose between the end of...something, or keeping it going. But I can’t tell which one I think is the right one.
The Faceless Man listens to this, and nods along. Nothing about what he’s said seems to surprise the man, his body language going unchanged the entire time. If anything, he seems pleased.
The Faceless Man: Then why not look elsewhere for it? An unbiased eye that you can trust?
For a moment his expression turns angry.
Jason Anderson Protivnik: Who’s left around me that could do tha-
He stopped, a look of realization coming over his face. The Faceless Man nodded.
The Faceless Man: The Lighthouse waiting for you in the darkness. Even if you can’t trust yourself...you can trust her.
Anderson slowly nodded, as finally he felt some relief. After three weeks of indecision and despair, something finally made sense to him. The one person he could trust above anyone else. She deserved to know the truth, no reason to keep secrets. Secrets, he realized, had done nothing but harm him.
Jason Anderson Protivnik: Thank you. I needed this. I have someone I need to talk to, so please excuse me.
The Faceless Man nodded.
The Faceless Man: Of course. I hope you find some relief in this trying time.
Anderson nodded back, and started to walk back the way he had came, walking past the man with no face. As he passed him, he stopped, looking back to him. Something was bothering him.
Jason Anderson Protivnik: What am I supposed to call you?
The Faceless Man: What to call me...?
He pauses. After a moment, Jason gets the feeling he’s smiling again.
The Faceless Man: Nigami. Call me Nigami.
Jason Anderson Protivnik: Then thank you, Nigami.
Nigami: Anytime, Mr. Protivnik. It’s what I’m here for. I wish you the best.
Anderson nodded again, and once again began to walk away, Nigami watching him.
Even with the weight bearing down on him, forcing him down more and more, there was one thing that did not weigh on him. One person that he knew he could trust with all of this, who deserved to know it all, and whose opinion on what he needed to do was the most valuable thing he could have right now.
So off he went, to visit his Lighthouse.
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By the time he reached Jennifer’s apartment he’d mostly lost his nerve.
All of the doubts, all of the uncertainties, had come rushing back. Like a tidal wave crashing into him, it was the same again. The weight, crushing down on him, threatening to leave him curled up on the floor again.
But he had to push past it. He had to see her.
He reached up and knocked on the door.
A few moments later the door opened and he saw her face. The two immediately break into grins seeing the other, and Jennifer hops up to embrace her boyfriend.
Jennifer Smith: Jason! I’m so happy to see you walking!
That made his smile disappear, as he remembered again. He broke away from the hug and walked into the apartment, crashing down into a chair. She watches this, smile falling off. She shuts the door and walks over to him.
Jennifer Smith: Are you alright?
Jason laughed, and a hand comes up to rub at his eyes, head shaking.
Jason Anderson Protivnik: No...no...haven’t been.
Jennifer nodded.
Jennifer Smith: I had a feeling. You’ve been...off, since you got out of the hospital. The last time, not this time.
Clearly the pain that remembering what he’d chosen to put her through showed on his face, and she takes a seat next to him, face lined with worry.
Jennifer Smith: Alright. So what’s been eating at you?
He sighed, knowing now he couldn’t run from it any longer. There was no escaping it now, it was time to be honest about everything. Might as well start with the positives.
Jason Anderson Protivnik: For one thing, I got into a fistfight with Chris Strike.
Jennifer Smith: You what?!
For a moment she looks shocked, even worried. But that’s replaced with a curiosity, as she leans forward in her seat.
Jennifer Smith: Did you get a good shot in on that asshole?
Jason grinned.
Jason Anderson Protivnik: I kicked his ass. He could barely lay a hand on me.
Jennifer Smith: That’s amazing! It’s just like my fanfics, well some of them anyway, sometimes Strike has to top, but that’s amazing!
A small pause, then, as the obvious question occurs to her.
Jennifer Smith: ..why did you get into a fight with Strike?
Jason Anderson Protivnik: ...well, that’s why I’m here.
Jennifer smiled.
Jennifer Smith: Besides seeing me.
Jason Anderson Protivnik: Well yes, that part is important. I just...need to tell you something.
Jennifer Smith: Okay. Tell me.
Jason Anderson Protivnik: Right, okay. How to put this...I am..uh..
He paused, taking a deep breath. He slowly breathed it out, and said it.
Jason Anderson Protivnik: I’m psychic.
That bright, reassuring smile on Jennifer’s face fell.
Jennifer Smith: ...what?
Jason Anderson Protivnik: Yeah. Psychic. Mind-reading, moving things, whole thing. Because I’m part of a cursed bloodline, which my dad who, actually, isn’t my dad has been exploiting for evil reasons because he’s a mad scientist it turns out.
There is a long, long bout of silence in the room as Jennifer’s eye widened.
Jennifer Smith: Oh nononononono...
She got up from her seat, grasping Jason’s head in her hands. She started looking into his eyes, which only made his confusion worse.
Jason Anderson Protivnik: What are you doing?
Jennifer Smith: I’m pretty sure you can look into someone’s eyes for signs of a concussion.
Jason Anderson Protivnik: A concussion!?
His shout makes her take a step back suddenly, and Jason looks at her with the saddest look she’s ever seen from him.
Jason Anderson Protivnik: You think I’m crazy.
Jennifer Smith: Well, I mean...you just said you’re psychic, and after what that bitch did to you, and what happened against Beowulf…
Jason shook his head.
Jason Anderson Protivnik: It’s not that. This is real. As much as I hope and wish it wasn’t, it is. Just...what would it take to convince you?
Jennifer tapped a finger against her chin in thought, sitting back down in her chair while looking across the room before deciding.
Jennifer Smith: Well...I’ve been wanting to move that bookshelf in the corner to the opposite side of the room.
Jason looked at it, and then back at her, then back at the bookshelf, and then back.
And decided fuck it, after everything else, being a moving crew was genuinely the most normal thing he could do.
Jason Anderson Protivnik: Alright.
He stood up from his chair and faced the bookshelf. And, as he prepared himself, a thought occurred to him.
What if, when he tried to do this, it didn’t work. What if nothing happened, and he was crazy all along? Nothing about his father was true, nothing about these powers, this curse, all of it just the delusions caused by a concussion.
...it was nice to have comforting thoughts at a time like this.
And so he focused on the bookshelf, and he closed his eyes.
And when he opened them they glowed a bright yellow. And the gasp Jennifer made to seeing his eyes was quickly replaced with a yelp as she realized the bookshelf was moving. She watched it as it floated across the room to the opposite wall, slowly turning to rest itself against the wall. Jennifer, without thinking, spoke up.
Jennifer Smith: ..more to the right?
It floated over a tiny bit to the right, and was set down. Jason plopped back into his seat, and just looked at his girlfriend, who stared at the bookshelf wide-eyed and open mouthed. She finally turns her head to him.
Jennifer Smith: ...I have so many questions.
Jason Anderson Protivnik: Yeah, I know that feeling.
And so he explained everything. All that he could remember. His father, waking up in the hospital and being told about his place as Libra, his discovery of his true power, his fight with Strike, the cyborg who told him the truth, and the faceless man who pushed him here.
Jennifer...took it well.
Jennifer Smith: hoooooooooooly shit.
Jason could only nod.
Jason Anderson Protivnik: Yeah. Pretty much. I still can’t believe the things coming out of my mouth either.
Jennifer nods.
Jennifer Smith: Yeah, clearly. It’s taken a lot out of you, I can see. I wish you had told me sooner, so I could help.
Jason Anderson Protivnik: I’m sorry I didn’t tell you any of this until now. I...didn’t know how.
She smiled at him.
Jennifer Smith: You just say the words, it’s really easy.
He chuckled.
Jason Anderson Protivnik: Well we both know that’s not that easy for me. But...I do need your help.
Jennifer Smith: What do you need?
Jason Anderson Protivnik: I...don’t trust myself right now. Everything is so jumbled up in my head, I can’t make sense of anything. I just...need someone I love’s thoughts on...a choice.
Jennifer tilted her head.
Jennifer Smith: A choice?
Jason Anderson Protivnik: Yeah, a choice. The guy with no face told me about it.
Jennifer Smith: Always a good source of information.
Jason let out a laugh despite the situation.
Jason Anderson Protivnik: Yeah...according to him, when all the curses get brought together something ends. He...didn’t really specify what, or go into detail. Just that it ends. And told me I had the choice to fight that, or run.
For a moment, Jennifer only stares at him. And her question after takes him off balance.
Jennifer Smith: ...what kind of choice is that?
Jason Anderson Protivnik: Yeah, I know, it’s...a lot to take in and al-
Jennifer Smith: No, it’s not.
Jason’s expression changed to one of confusion as Jennifer leaned in.
Jennifer Smith: All of this you’ve told me? That is a lot to take in, yeah. It’s a mountain. But this choice you’re tearing yourself up over? It’s nothing.
Jason Anderson Protivnik: I...I don’t understand…
Jennifer Smith: Fight whatever this...horrible thing is, or try and run from it? That’s no choice. You are not the kind of person to run away from something like that. You’re not a coward. You’re going to stand up, and you’re going to fight it.
Jason Anderson Protivnik: I...don’t know if that is me.
Jennifer reached out, taking one of Jason’s hands into her own. She smiles at him.
Jennifer Smith:I know it is. Because no matter who you “really” are, what your Father did to you, what’s wrong with your blood...you’re my Ace. And my Ace is a fighter, not a coward.
Jason Anderson Protivnik: I…I know. It’s just so hard…
Jennifer stood up, still holding his hand, making him stand up as well. She embraced him, wrapping her arms around him, which he quickly reciprocated.
Jennifer Smith: It was so hard, but now you’re not going to have to deal with it alone. I’m here, I’ll bear it with you. And we’ll be fine.
And for the first time in a long while, Jason smiled.
Jason Anderson Protivnik: You’re right.
Everything would be fine.
Or, at least, it WOULD be fine.
When they were safe. When there was no danger. No threat to her.
And that would only come once Jason had killed his father.
To be concluded in Chapter 3: A Father/Son Talk
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Post by Nicholas Gray on Dec 5, 2015 18:53:02 GMT -6
We come to backstage, where we see Jason Anderson Protivnik walking down the hall after his match with Jolyne. From behind him we can hear rushing footsteps and a woman shouting, causing Jason to stop. He turns his head, the camera panning along with him to find Jolyne Dysart. The Harbinger of the Imperium is breathing heavily, hair across her face, blood dripping from her nose. Jolyne Dysart: What in the *bleep* was that? She takes a step towards him, though that doesn’t seem to bother Jason. Jolyne Dysart: Is that suppose to be mercy, or pity, or some other BS? You get cold feet at the last second?! Jason shakes his head. Jason Anderson Protivnik: Nah. Ain’t none of those. Just realized something recently. Jolyne Dysart: Little late in your *bleep*ed up revenge game to realize things, isn’t it? Jason pauses a moment, letting out a deep sigh. Jason Anderson Protivnik: My...father, died last week. And when he did I realized some things. As he admits this, some of the anger on Jolyne’s face fades. Jolyne Dysart: ...like what? Jason Anderson Protivnik: Realized that, maybe, it wasn’t fair to hate someone for doing something they were manipulated into doing. Jolyne’s face scrunches up in confusion, as Jason watches impassively. Jolyne Dysart: The hell are you talking about? Jason’s only response is a shrug, as he turns to continue walking away. Jason Anderson Protivnik: Ask around. If they really give a damn about you, they’ll tell you. Jolyne continues to look confused, and unsurprisingly annoyed. Jolyne Dysart: And where the hell are you going? Jason stops in his tracks. He looks at the ground briefly, before responding, never looking back. Jason Anderson Protivnik: As far away from Yuma, Arizona as I can get. And with that he walks away, without another word. Jolyne watches him walk away, her confusion still evident on her face, as we go to ringside... Pond: And here we are everyone. The main event. The RW title on the line. Carey Caldwell meets Issac Solo. The Big L: Solo getting his chance to shut Caldwell up. Minoru Asano: That would be a very impressive feat if he could manage it! Pond: Wouldn’t it just? And with Elizabeth surely watching this right now, she has to be fidgeting waiting to know who she’s facing. Let’s not keep her waiting. David! David Zinkus: The following is scheduled for one fall, and is for the (R)Evolution Wrestling championship! Introducing first, the challenger! A sample from the late, lamented TV show LAST RESORT sounds out... the voice of Andre Braugher asking... "Do you WANT a war?" David Zinkus: From Long Beach, California, weighing in at 290lbs, he is ISSAC SOLO! Immediately, "Nate" by Vince Staples kicks in. Out into the arena steps Issac Solo, dressed only in his ring gear, with a white towel draped over the back of his neck. He clutches to the towel with both hands, as he makes his way in, tossing the towel ringside as he prepares to fight.... David Zinkus: And introducing his opponent, the champion… The lights in the arena dim as the chugging riff intro of "Take Out the Gunman" by Chevelle begins! I awoke when the light hit me right in the temple Felt something cold touch my toes as it passed. Might not be the face you'd expect But he's clearly insane Got me pegged in the back! As soon as the drums kick in with the heavy chorus, a silhouette stands at the entrance, the shadow of the (R)Evolution Wrestling World Title dragging along the ground as the crowd boos as soon as Carey Caldwell starts trudging out toward the ring! Flinging the belt around his shoulder, Carey walks down alone! Just need a bit of luck, get 'em up Point the gun at the eyes Or at the knees, had to shoot, had to fight Gonna take out the gunman! Carey starts to walk down the aisle, slapping no hands as he looks on at the ring. Wearing a leather kutte with the War Machines logo on the back, along with a sleeveless hoodie underneath which has the hood over his head and a bandana over his face from the nose down, he starts to slap no hands again as he hits the ringside area, walking around the ring before tossing the belt into the ring and rolling in, grabbing it as soon as he does, going to a corner as he leans his head back to flip off the hood, raising his hand with the title to the sky as he pulls down the bandana with his free hand! Carey looks around at the crowd as he looks absolutely intense and ready for action. Hopping off the corner and going to another one with the belt still in hand, he raises both hands to the air this time as he makes sure to go to the one closest to his old Section B friends, who ignore him and cheer for Solo. MAIN EVENT - (r)EVOLUTION WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH ISSAC SOLO VS. CAREY CALDWELL (c) Before the match we were treated to a long promo from the champion, who repeatedly let everyone know how they were his people, how he wouldn’t stand for Issac coming in thinking he could beat him, and strangely accusing Issac of tweeting too much. The crowd did not react well to this promo to say the least, while Issac took it even less well. He immediately charged the champ and drove his fist into Carey’s face, knocking him down from the bell! He immediately set in on Carey with rights and lefts, as Carey scrambled for the ropes, grabbing them and forcing the referee to make Solo back off. The moment Solo backed off, Carey rushed him, throwing weird strikes and off knees that only seemed to annoy Solo more, who responded by grabbing Carey and spinebustering him to the mat. During this, Carey continued to shout at Issac, seemingly reminding him that he’d have to kill him to take the belt. And Issac, sick of this, decided to do that. He mounted Carey and began to rain fists down on him, fist after big meaty fist smashing down onto Caldwell. Caldwell initially brought his hands up to defend himself but the fury of Solo eventually knocked them down and allowed Issac to pound on Carey’s face. The referee attempted to step in and force Solo to stop, only for the big man to continue and continue and continue until the referee realized he had no control over what was happening, and called for the bell. A no contest. NO CONTEST Pond: ..welp. Minoru Asano: Boy Issac Solo throws some punches! The Big L: The Big L is impressed with the power Solo has. He really took the “you’ll have to kill me” line seriously, huh? Pond: Yep. Carey said time after time that that was what was needed. And Issac did just that, though to the point where the match had to be thrown out. Minoru Asano: I can’t blame him! I’d go punch crazy if I heard all that too! Pond: Yeah… Solo gets to his feet, looking down at the unconscious Caldwell with an angry scowl on his face. A scowl that fades, slightly, as he looks up at the crowd that is cheering him. The referee enters to place the belt on Carey, only for Issac to grab it from him and hold it up, the crowd cheering louder, showing who they want as their champion. And then “Massive Addictive” by Amaranthe hits, bringing out Elizabeth Lannister and the Queensguard. The number 1 contender to the RW title along with Damon and Sue all applaud Issac, seeming quite pleased with him. Pond: I guess they appreciate how Issac softened Carey up. The Big L: More like meat tenderized him. Pond: That too. Issac just scowls at them, dropping the belt onto Carey’s body before walking to the edge of the ring, locking eyes with Elizabeth. And on that staredown, we fade to copyright.
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Post by Nicholas Gray on Dec 5, 2015 18:52:46 GMT -6
Pond: This one might get us into trouble. The Big L: Someone’s in damn trouble, that’s for sure. Minoru Asano: Lady and man fight, blood will follow! Pond: Yeah. Jolyne Dysart made her first appearance beating Jason Anderson Protivnik in the skull with a chair, which took him out of action for months. And because of her stupidity, others in the Imperium have paid the price. He bashed Stacey-X with a chair, he made Beowulf go to a GRENDEL-like place to beat him, and now he’s looking to finish it with Jolyne’s skull. Minoru Asano: Do you worry for her? Pond: She made her bed. Now she can be put to rest in it. I just want this over with. David! David Zinkus: The following is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first… As "My World" by Emigrate suddenly kicks in over the speakers, the crowd starts to boo as Jolyne Dysart steps onto the stage. She raises her arms briefly to present herself to the crowd and shower in their reaction, before beginning to walk down the ramp. David Zinkus: From San Diego, California, weighing in at 140lbs, she is the Harbinger of the Imperium, JOLYNE DYSART! After a few normal steps she suddenly breaks into a run, sprinting down the ramp, hopping up onto the apron and subsequently hopping over the rope in a few smooth motions, coming to a rest in the center of the ring, as the song suddenly skips forward, a shout coming before the next lyrics, Jolyne raising her arms as the singer reminds everyone: "THIS IS MY WORLD!" At that the song dies down, and Jolyne retreats to a corner to wait, no smile on her face. David Zinkus: And her opponent… The lights go entirely out. For a moment the crowd is left in this darkness, muttering amonst themselves as to what's going to happen. Suddenly something lights up. On the stage now, a few points of light, stars, can be seen. Together, they form a familiar constellation. Libra. The lights cut on, revealing the stars to be pricks of light on the back of the jacket of Jason Anderson Protivnik. As the lights cut on, a cry of "TAKEDOWN!" starts up "Takedown" by Blue Stahli, Jason turning on his heel and beginning to promptly make his way down the ramp, slapping a few select hands. David Zinkus: From Yuma, Arizona, weighing in tonight at 200lbs. He is JASON! ANDERSON! PROOOOOTIVNIK! "What you gonna do? What you gonna say? When I wipe the smile right off of your face!?" He quickly hops up onto the apron, looking up to the production booth for a moment before stepping between the ropes. He makes his way to the middle of the ring, where he turns and lets the camera focus on the constellation on his back, before suddenly spinning and pointing at Jolyne. "I wanna take you down, I wanna take you out! I wanna be the one to break your dignity! And all your empty pride, will rot the hole inside But you'd make a BEAUTIFUL SUICIDE!" As the song now fades off, Jason makes his way to his corner, pulling his jacket off as he does, ready to get started, Jolyne scowling. HARBINGER WARS JASON ANDERSON PROTIVNIK vs. JOLYNE DYSART The bell rings, and the two step up to each other. Jolyne’s angry expression meeting the smirk on the face of Jason. A smirk that annoyed Jolyne so much she lashed out with a fist, hitting Jason in the face with a right hook! Jason takes one step back, but lashes out with a knee into Jolyne’s gut, doubling her over, where he then axehandles her to the mat! Jolyne doesn’t lay there and take it however, as the moment she hits the mat she pushes herself onto her knees and rushes out, getting out of Jason’s range and forcing him to follow her, where she spins onto her back and lashes out with both legs, nailing him right in the chest with both boots, taking him down onto his back. Jolyne gets to her feet and immediately takes a run, driving a boot into the side of Jason, flipping him onto his stomach, where she immediately hits the ropes, coming back looking to already hit The Example curbstomp, but Jason rolls out of the way! Jolyne hits mat and stumbles, allowing Jason to get to his feet and tackle her to the ground. The Harbinger of Libra immediately begins to throw fist after fist down onto the face of Jolyne, battering her face. The referee starts to step in, but this is moot as Jolyne’s hand lunges forward, thumb digging into Jason’s face, forcing him to roll off of her! Jolyne, now bleeding from the nose, gets to her feet, and drops an elbow onto the back of Jason’s head, taking him from being onto his hands and knees onto his stomach. She immediately mounts him, looking to grab an arm and work it over, but Jason bucks her off, and nails her in the head with his boot for good measure. Jolyne grabs her head in pain, and that gives Jason the time to get to his feet, wrapping his arms around Jolyne and throwing her back with a German that he follows up with a standing moonsault onto her, before grabbing her arm and wrenching it behind her. Jolyne was in a bad spot but, luckily, her leg was within reach of the rope, with the referee stepping in to begin the five count. Jason released it at four, getting maximum pain out of the move, and standing up. Jolyne pushed herself back up onto her feet, and charged. Jason made to catch her, but Jolyne instead leapt, driving her knee into the nose of Jason, knocking him down. He rolled away, and Jolyne followed, climbing onto his back and throwing punches down at the back of his head, until Jason managed to elbow her in the ribs and knock her off of him. She was quicker to her feet than Jason was, however, and charged again, only to be tripped up with a drop toe hold from Jason that left her head rebounding off of the mat. Jason took advantage, grabbing Jolyne and dragging her to her feet, throwing her into the corner! He took steps back and charged, flying with a crossbody that hit no one as Jolyne ducked and moved! Jason crashed into the turnbuckle and stumbled backwards, confused, allowing Jolyne to get behind him! Jolyne grabs his head and throws him forward into the turnbuckle, smashing his face into it! Jason steps back, hand clutching at his face, but quickly throws the other one backwards in a backfist at Jolyne, who ducks! She goes under the fist and leaps forward, hopping onto the ropes and springing off, driving her boot into Jason’s face, hitting the Neo Rider Kick! Jason went down and Jolyne dropped onto him for the cover. One! Tw-Kickout! Jolyne looks frustrated, shoving back up onto her feet, grabbing Jason by the head and starting to drag him up, only for Jason to charge forward, grabbing her and before she can realize what’s happened, she’s lifted up and dropped to the mat with the Harbinger Driver! But Jason isn’t done. He grabs the Imperium’s Harbinger and brings her back up, lifting her up... AND HITTING ANOTHER HARBINGER DRIVER! Jolyne looks dazed on the mat after that, and Jason finally gets his chance. He exits the ring and immediately heads over to the barrier, reaching over and grabbing what he’s looking for. A steel chair. Jason re-enters the ring and the referee immediately steps up to him, ordering him to put it down. Jason responds by just staring him in the face, until the ref wilts and backs away, leaving the ring altogether, as the bell rings due to this. But Jason ignores that, as he grabs Jolyne by the hair and lifts her head up, holding it up long enough to slide the chair under her head, letting it drop onto the chair. Jolyne’s expression is one of clear fear, but she doesn’t seem to have her bearings enough to stop what is about to happen. The crowd has gone silent at this sight, as Jason takes a step back before turning and hitting the ropes, coming back to do what everyone’s dreading: curbstomp Jolyne’s head into the chair. But he doesn’t. He gets so far as raising his boot over her head, but stops, letting his boot drop down next to her head. The fear on Jolyne’s face changes to shock, along with the rest of the crowd. Jason’s expression is unreadable, as he just looks down at Jolyne for a few moments. Then, his foot reaches out, placing onto the chair, where he slides it from under her head. He reaches down and grabs her shoulder, rolling her over onto her back. He looks down at her, the two enemies sharing a look. And then Jason reaches down, and pats her on the shoulder a few times. He then stands up and, without a word, leaves the ring. The crowd murmurs amongst themselves as they watch him walk away, never once looking back. Jolyne shakily sits up and watches as well, confusion and anger on her face. Pond: I..don’t know what to say. The Big L: Big L sure as hell doesn’t. After everything that led to this...this wasn’t what Big L expected. Pond: I expected a violent fight, and I got that, but I don’t understand this. He had his revenge right there, the thing that’d right the balance and stuff. Why didn’t he? Minoru Asano: I don’t know friends, my head hurts. so I’m gonna drink. In the ring Jolyne gets to her feet, stumbling briefly before going forward, exiting the ring and starting up the ramp to follow him. And on that we fade off to elsewhere... NO CONTEST
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Post by Nicholas Gray on Dec 5, 2015 18:52:07 GMT -6
Pond: Right, our next bout sees a rematch between Brendan Samuels, and Kaiden Hawke. Brendan won the last encounter between these two in slightly controversial circumstances, and over the past few months Kaiden seems to have been stalking and plaguing him, ultimately, I think, looking to goad Brendan into giving him this rematch. The Big L: The Big L knows that’s what he’s done. Kaiden knew Brendan wouldn’t just stand up and give him another go, so he applied pressure. And that’s a great way to get what yo’ want. Minoru Asano: I WANT ANOTHER DRINK! WHO MUST I PRESSURE? David Zinkus: Ladies and Gentlemen… the following bout is scheduled for one fall, introducing first… Ghost Of The Navigator blasts over the PA, as Brendan Samuels paces out from the back, ignoring the crowd as he marches on down the ramp. He rolls into the ring, remaining on one knee as he utters a prayer under his breath before looking skywards. Using the ropes to help him up, he finally stands, pulling on the ropes to test them before waiting for the match to begin. David Zinkus: From Cobh, County Cork, Ireland, and weighing in at 244lbs… BRENDAN SAMUELS! And his opponent… A blast of dissident sound hits the PA all at once, pounding into the eardrums of everyone in the arena. Schema's rhythmic lyrics soon follow, the vocals piercing through the air. As the anthem continues to croon… the entrance way is left empty. Slightly annoyed, Brendan makes his way to the ropes nearest the entrance, imploring his opponent to come forth. Suddenly, there’s a burst of white noise, accompanied by the arena lights cutting out, which gradually fades to strange noises, echoing eerily around the arena. As they start, the Tron bursts into life, a back and white camera feed whizzing through the backstage corridors, the footage seemingly sped up. In 8 second intervals, brief images crop up, from the CCTV footage discovered in recent weeks, of the man in the white Hawk hoodie, quickly returning to the zooming camera. As we reach the 25 second mark, the camera reaches a door, marked with the legend “ KAIDEN HAWKE”, and pushes it through, looking down as it does. It quickly comes to the image of Kaiden lain out on the floor, bleeding from a head wound, seemingly unconscious. The camera slowly pans up, encompassing a pair of shapely legs, continuing to climb, until it focuses on the face of Genevieve Tate! The wily succubus merely smiles, and coyly puts her finger to her lips to signal “hush”. Her image is replace with one of the man in the white Hawk hoodie, turning to face the screen, his familiar face draining the colour from Brendan’s face as a brief drum beat kicks in at the 35 second mark, accompanied by a lone power chord. Revenge is what drives him on… He’ll take you to that evil place!” With this, the camera quickly cuts, as the lights come back up in the arena, REVEALING CIARAN SAMUELS STOOD ON TOP OF ONE OF THE OPPOSITE TURNBUCKLES! He’s wearing a long leather great coat, the collar popped up, revealing a black shirt beneath, unbuttoned in a deep V. As Evil Place/Revenge Of Sweeney Todd echoes around the arena, he stands, spreading his arms, as his brother turns to face him. The look of surprise on Brendan’s face is apparent, as he looks dumbfounded at his brother before him. From within his coat, Ciaran pulls out a microphone, bringing it to his lips, the crowd’s stunned silence giving him an in as the music fades. Ciaran Samuels: Wha’s wrong, Bren? Nae fond tae see your brother? Katie Hanneman physically holds Brendan back, as he tries to step up to his brother. Ciaran Samuels: Oh, aye. I ken ye’re me kin. I remember. Not just now, ye ken, but for an age. An’ wasn’t ye dropping me on me head that did it. Sure, ye may have… knocked a few barnacles free, but the work was done way before that. He nods up, towards the entranceway, and Brendan suddenly turns to look, as Genevieve Tate, the mysterious former agent of the Network, saunters into the entrance way. She looks down on Brendan, and blows him a kiss. Ciaran Samuels: They say the love of a good woman can dae miracles. Well, ye cannae imagine how much the love of a bad one can dae. I remember. I remember it all. With this, Ciaran drops off the turnbuckle, into the ring, landing lightly on his feet. Ciaran Samuels: So why are ye sore at me, boyo? Because I was stronger than ye? ‘Cause I was smarter? Because I didnae lay all me faith in a pious, selfish prick? Aye, I left ye. But do ye nae ken I could nae do anythin’ ‘bout that, ye selfish arse? I barely had it in me tae save meself… an’ even then I had tae pay a Hell of a cost… An’ I remember our Da… Noble. Strong. Stoic. Silent. Self-absorbed. An’ ye ken what, boyo? Ye’re truly our father’s son. But ye ken what else? Our Ma? She was one Hell of a woman. An’ lookin’ on me now, ye cannae doubt I’m hers. An’ ye remember what ye said, Bren? That Ma would be disappointed in me? He pauses a moment, and smiles. Ciaran Samuels: Ye were ne’er more wrong. Brendan strains against Katie Hanneman’s grip, chomping at the bit to get at his brother. Giving her credit, Katie is successfully keeping Brendan pressed against the ropes, trying to calm him down. Even through this, without amplification, Brendan’s tortured shouting can be heard throughout the arena. Brendan Samuels: LIAR! Ciaran shakes his head. Ciaran Samuels: Me? Oh, Bren. I’m nae normal liar, like ye. Like all o’ these folks. I’m Lily Samuels’ baby boy, the son of a woman who could convince a fish tae take a walk. I’m the Prince Of Lies, boyo, an’ ye best not forget it. Brendan Samuels: I’LL KILL YE! Ciaran Samuels: Bren, Bren, Bren. Me Time ran out, ye remember? When ye scrubbed me off your wee manifest. Yet here I stand. Another lie, perhaps? Or am I jest a man, out of Time? He smirks, the look on his face challenging even the finest given by Damon Alexander.Ciaran Samuels: Either way, I’m back… and there’s going to be Hell to pay. With this, Ciaran drops the mic, and starts removing his trenchcoat. Katie looks to Zinkus, who just kind of shrugs, Bren begging for her to “let me at him!” Ciaran tosses his coat out of the ring, into the waiting arms of Genie, and merely nods towards Hanneman. She looks at Zinkus, who again shrugs, as he pulls the microphone to his mouth. David Zinkus: Ladies and gentlemen… oh screw it. Why not? In a change to our advertised program, his opponent, also fighting out of Cobh, County Cork, Ireland, and weighing a weight I don’t remember as I wasn’t prepeared for this… CIARAN SAMUELS! Pond: Well… The Big L: The Big L going to admit, The Big L did not foresee this eventuality. BRENDAN SAMUELS vs. KAIDEN HAWKECIARAN SAMUELS The bell rings, as Katie quickly pulls out of the way, Brendan charging full pelt at his brother. Rage taking him fully, Brendan dives for a Rugby Tackle, but Ciaran deftly sidesteps, catching his larger brother with a Drop Toe Hold and slamming his face into the mat. His brother quickly starts to hook up Bren’s legs, looking for maybe an Inverted Indian Deathlock, but Bren kicks him off, quickly pulling himself upright using the ropes for support, whilst Ciaran rolls away. Brendan quickly charges his brother again, going for a Running Clothesline, but Ciaran ducks it! Brendan, however, seems to have pre-meditated that, quickly slamming on the anchors, and swinging back round with a Clothesline for the back of Ciar’s head! To everyone’s surprise, Ciaran ducks that too, and as the force of the swing makes Bren stagger past him, Ciaran darts forward, hitting a big Running Kick to Brendan’s calf, lifting the leg up, and sending Bren off balance, tripping him, sending him back first to the mat! Ciaran quickly stomps at Bren’s knee, connecting hard, but his brother rolls out of danger before he can start locking up the legs. Minoru Asano: WHAT IS YOUNGER SAMUELS DOING? Pond: Ciaran’s a submission specialist. A lot of Bren’s power is routed in his vertical base. Ciaran’s trying to kill two birds with one stone, weakening his brother’s vertical base, whilst also tendering those legs for one of his trademark submissions. The Big L: It’s a sound strategy, but it’s far too early in the match for that. The Big L’s money is still on Brendan. Brendan rolls away, onto a knee, and shakes his head, trying to get his normally untouchable emotions back in check. Ciaran doesn’t let up, however, charging forward, and connecting with a Step-Up Enzuigiri, sending Brendan crashing down to the mat. Pond: These brothers know everything about each other, or at least they think they do. Ciaran knows that if he doesn’t allow Brendan the time he needs to regain his composure, and clear his head, he’s going to have an easier time of it. The Big L: Brendan has had trouble in the past dealing with a fast assault based offense, and we’re seeing that again right now. Brendan is quickly to all fours, shaking his head, trying to get a grip on things… only for Ciaran to lay into him with a huge Soccer Kick to the ribs, quickly followed by another. Quickly, Ciar pulls him, hooks his head under his arm, locking in a Hammerlock with the other whilst hooking the leg with his. Minoru Asano: I KNOW THIS ONE! TRITON! Ciaran goes for his signature Hammerlock Legsweep DDT… BUT SOMEHOW BREN PUSHES OUT OF IT! Using his free arm, he lets loose with a huge shove to Ciaran’s chest, just as Ciaran dedicated himself to the manoeuvre, sending him skidding across the mat! Pond: This could be bad for Ciaran, it looks like Brendan is back in the wheel house. The Big L: Oh no you don’t! The Big L don’t have no truck in nautical puns, you just quit that now. Ciaran quickly rolls through with an Ukemi, straight back to his feet. He’s not quick enough to avoid a Crooked Arm Lariat from Brendan though, the force of the blow sending him straight back down to the mat. Brendan turns, and starts delivering hard stomps into his brother’s torso, completing the assault with a Jumping Guillotine Leg Drop, his calf dropping right across Ciaran’s exposed neck, causing his brother to convulse underneath him. Brendan doesn’t stop, moving into his trademark slow, relentless assault, lifting his brother to his feet, and hooking him up for a suplex. With his free arm, he indicates to the rope. The Big L: Now this is a great move. Brendan’s signature Slingshot Brainbuster, the Immram Buster, is devastating, not least because of the added momentum he gets from the recoil off the ropes. Brendan hoists Ciaran up, and drops him onto the ropes! As he recoils, he hoists him further up, but as he adjusts his grip to deliver the Brainbuster, Ciaran quickly folds his body, swinging his legs down and under, keeping his brother’s head hooked as he delivers the Pegasus! Minoru Asano: AM I DRUNK? BECAUSE I JUST SAW A FLYING HORSE! Pond: Ciaran hitting his signature Swinging DDT there, deftly reversing the devastating Immram Buster into an equally devastating manoeuvre of his own! The height he was at, the momentum he got on the way down, Brendan’s face just got spiked into the canvas! Without breaking a beat, Ciaran swings around on his back, hooking Brendan’s leg with one leg, quickly hooking the arm on the same side with another, before locking in a Sleeper Hold! The Big L: What the hell is The Big L even seeing here? Some kind of Arm Trap, Leg Trap Sleeper? WHAT? Brendan tries to fight the hold, his effectiveness at it restricted by his trapped arm and leg. Trying to push off with his free leg garners little result, neither does reaching other with his free arm to try and pry apart the Sleeper Hold his brother has with both arms around his neck. In response, Ciaran looks to tighten his grip, adding torque by twisting Brendan’s neck, eliciting a cry of pain from his older brother. Reaching frantically for something, anything to grab hold of, Brendan starts to go limp, his flailing calming down. After a few more moments, Ciaran tightens his grips, pulling Brendan’s body tighter to him, pulling his neck further round in his grip. After about another minute, Brendan’s flailing arm goes limp. Ciaran yells for Katie to check him. She lifts the arm… it falls! The crowd yells ONE! Pond: This could be it. Katie lifts again… it falls! The crowd yells TWO! The Big L: OK. The Big L knows to admit when he wrong. Katie lifts again… IT STAYS UP! Before Ciaran can react, Brendan quickly rears up his slumped head, connecting with a hard Rear Headbutt straight into Ciaran’s nose, forcing his brother to instinctively release the hold to protect his face. Minoru Asano: NEAR SLEEPER KO! DRINK! Easily freeing his trapped arm from his distracted brother, Brendan starts laying hard Elbows into his chest, forcing his brother to release the grip on his leg too, and also eliciting a coughing fit. Not giving up, Brendan continues repeatedly driving the Elbow into his brothers chest, before spinning out, hooking his brother arm, and locking in an Armbar! As he does so, he starts driving the heel of his boot into the same spot on the brother’s chest, targeting and ruthlessly victimising that spot. Pond: I don’t think Brendan appreciated the feeling of suffocation there. He’s mentioned that being a thing he hates in his promos before. Ciaran screams in pain as Brendan pulls back on the arm, planting both feet square on Ciaran’s chest to increase the torque. Ciaran reaches out, trying to get to the ropes… but they’re out of reach, just! His fingers barely graze them, but just can’t gain purchase. Genie, on the outside, is resting on the apron, shouting for Ciaran to stretch, but he just can’t reach. Then, as Katie turns to check that Brendan’s shoulders aren’t on the mat, Genie leans in, pushing the bottom rope into the ring, and into Ciaran’s outstretched hand, before quickly slapping the apron to get Hanneman’s attention. She sees, Ciaran’s hand grasping the rope, and shouts for Brendan to release the hold… BUT HE REFUSES! Minoru Asano: UNDERHANDED TECHNIQUE THERE! The Big L: Hate it all you like, it’s what a good manager does. Bren’s either got to release the hold, or get himself disqualified. Pond: The question is, what’s more important to him? Harming his brother? Or doing so and winning. Katie starts to count Brendan to release the hold! ONE TWO THREE FO- Brendan releases the hold, scuttling back and bringing himself up to standing, as Ciaran brings his arm across his chest, trying to relieve the pain in his shoulder. Brendan doesn’t relent in his attack, however, grabbing his brother by the boot, and pulling him hard. Ciaran doesn’t release the rope, however, and as Bren pulls him, Ciaran’s body lifts off the floor, and allows him to get a hard stomp to his brother’s face with his free boot! Bren is forced to drop the foot, staggering back, as Ciaran drops hard to the mat, quickly retracting his limbs and reducing his footprint as he uses his good arm to climb up, using the ropes for support. Eyeing him up, Bren charges, but as he draws close Ciaran drops the shoulder, before standing up, using his brother’s own momentum to send him out over the top rope with a Back Body Drop, sending Genie running. Brendan, however, grabs a hold of the rope, twisting in the air to land on the apron, before reaching in and catching Ciaran across the back with a clubbing Forearm. He quickly pulls him in, hooking his arm over his shoulder, and his head under his arm. The Big L: Ciaran about to set sail on the Suplex Seas. Pond: I thought you hated nautical puns. The Big L: When The Big L say that? Everybody love nautical puns. Brendan hauls his brother up, turning slighting, before dropping back first onto the apron, letting his brother go crashing to the floor below. Pulling himself up, Brendan eyes his brother on the floor below, before flying off the apron and connecting with a Diving Poseidon’s Trident! Pond: And that huge Double Arm Pointed Elbow Drop, delivered from the extra height of the apron, straight into Ciaran’s already battered chest. Again, not pausing even for breath, Brendan pulls his brother up, to standing, before forcing him over, hooking his head between his legs, before pointing emotionlessly to the edge of the apron. With a solemn nod, he grabs hold of Ciaran’s hips, and hoists him up for the Apron Powerbomb… only for Ciaran to start barrelling in with punches, punch after punch after punch from both fists, rattling Bren, causing his grip to slacken. Ciaran waits only a moment to bend over, hooking the head as he swings his legs out off of Brendan’s shoulders, and swinging them under the arm… bringing him down with another Pegasus, this time face first into the apron! The Big L: Oh. Minoru Asano: MY! Pond: God. The crowd is alive, cheering the tradition “HOLY SH!T” chant. Brendan is busted open, the force of his forehead meeting the corner of the apron splitting the thin skin, there. He’s slumped, struggling to support himself on the apron, reaching blindly for the ropes as his face quickly becomes a crimson mask. On the floor, Ciaran is on his back, trying to regain his senses after that desperation impulse move. Looking up, he sees his brother slumped, and with a new determination rolls over to his feet. Eyeing Brendan up, he drives a hard Soccer Kick into the back of his knee, causing it to buckle, dropping Brendan down face level with the edge of the apron… only for Ciar to wind up and drive the sole of his boot into the back of his brother’s head, Big Boot style, driving his forehead once more into the edge of the apron. He looks up, to Katie Hanneman, who’s been counting them out the whole time. 7! Shaking his head, Ciaran takes his brother, one hand on his shoulder, the other on the waist of his tights, and spins him, before forcing him sliding into the ring face first under the bottom rope. 8! Ciaran rolls in behind him, quickly hitting a stomp to the back of his head. Sizing Bren up, he backs into the ropes, using the momentum to come back, and drop a Poseidon’s Trident of his own to the back of his head. The Big L: Using his brother’s own moves against him now… this is personal. Grab a fistful of Brendan’s hair, Ciaran starts dragging his brother upright. As he gets him up, however, Brendan suddenly unleashes a huge body blow, followed by another, rocking his brother, the blood practically flying off his face as he unleashes in rage. He grabs one of Ciaran’s arms, and swings behind him, hooking it into a Chickenwing. Pond: Bren’s had enough, and it looks like he’s preparing for a Mac Lir! It was this move he used, repeatedly, to take Ciaran out of the picture, we all thought for good, before. Before he can hook in the Crossface, however, Ciaran starts hammering back with Elbows with his free arm, straight into Brendan’s face! After three strikes, he spins, slipping out of the Chickenwing, and behind Brendan! He lifts him straight up, as if for a Belly to Back Suplex, but at the apex of the move releases him, spins around and hooks his head, falling backwards and driving Brendan skull first into the mat with a Spike DDT! The Big L: What. Minoru Asano: THE! Pond: Hell? Ciaran rolls Brendan over, and goes for the cover. ONE TWO THREE! David Zinkus: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of this match… CIARAN SAMUELS! Ciaran stands, still a bit groggy, his brother’s blood smeared across his face and chest. Still, he lifts his hand aloft, to a cheer from the crowd, a cheer based more on the spectacle they’ve just seen rather than the actual outcome. Genie quickly joins him in the ring, carrying his jacket, as he looks down on his fallen brother and starts laughing. He takes hold of Genie, and gives her a long, deep kiss. He looks once more on his brother, before putting on his trenchcoat, taking Genie by the hand, and leaving the ring, heading back up the aisle without even looking over his shoulder, as a bloody and battered Brendan fights unconsciousness on the mat. The Big L: The Big L doesn’t know about you guys, but that was not the bout The Big L expected to see. Pond: That was… something else. So… yeah. Minoru Asano: MY ADRENALINE IS STILL HIGH! I NEED A DRINK! Pond: We all need drinks. And EMTs. And Sven. And the rest of the clean up crew. Well, I don’t even know why we’re bothering with the cleaning crew, as after this commercial break, Jason Anderson Protivnik will be taking on Jolyne Dysart in a truly bloody affair some witty SOB called “The Harbinger Wars”. So yeah. That. Stay tuned. WINNER: CIARAN SAMUELS
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Post by Nicholas Gray on Dec 5, 2015 18:51:49 GMT -6
Pond: And now, we have the Orange County Title defence. The Big L: Two of the International Super Best Friends mixing it up here, in what should be a great bout. Minoru Asano: DRINK! David Zinkus: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall, and is for the (R)Evolution Pro Orange County Championship. Introducing first, the challenger… The lights start to flash around the entrance as the beat and intro to “Äppelknyckarjazz” start to play over the speakers. (Spring!) Grannen är hack i häl, han påstår att jag stjäl från hans äppelträd (Spring!) Jag vill ju väl men måste göra något åt vår misär (Spring!) Far han är proletär och jobbar sent men har inte råd med käk så (Spring!) Klart jag har mina skäl och för övrigt är ju grannen miljonär Out from the back comes Gunnar Stahl! With a towel draped around his neck, Gunnar Stahl comes out confidently marching down from the ramp! Not gesturing to the fans, Stahl makes his way to the ring with purpose before getting in and taking a small skip in his step before raising his hands! Gunnar starts to stand in his corner, removing his towel, getting water from one of the assistants outside of the ring before turning back to face the ring, taking a second to throw in a few shadow punches, beginning to bounce on the balls of his feet while ready for battle. David Zinkus: From Reykjavik, Höfuðborgarsvæði, Iceland, weighing in at 215lbs… GUNNAR STAHL! And his opponent… The lights dim as a female voice begins the syncopated beat. And then... Some legends are told Some turn to dust or to gold But you will remember me… Remember me for centuries And just one mistake is all it will take We’ll go down in history Remember me for centuries… "Centuries" by Fall Out Boy continues, where at the entrance in a claret and blue track jacket, OC Championship around his waist is "The Next Impact" Caleb Storm! David Zinkus: Introducing from New Glarus, WI...weighing in at 208 pounds... The (R)Evolution Pro Orange County Champion, THE NEXT IMPACT, CALEB STORM! Caleb continues to walk down the aisle, working the crowd up as he slaps a few hands, talking up how he's about to steal the show tonight as he gets to the ringside area. Hopping up on the apron and starting to sit on the middle rope as the crowd continues to shower him with adulation while he does his best to look innocent before stepping into the ring and going to a corner, hopping up as he unzips his jacket and gives a confident grin before doing a back flip off the turnbuckle to land on his feet. He hands his belt off to the referee, before going to his corner, he waits confidently for the match to begin as he removes his jacket and nods to verify he doesn't believe he's going to lose. ORANGE COUNTY TITLE MATCH CALEB STORM (c) vs. GUNNAR STAHL The match started fast, Caleb coming out at full speed. Gunnar, however, had obviously been studying the tapes, and make a good move at blocking and countering Caleb’s offense, his MMA training coming into full affect as Caleb struggled to land a blow or hold onto a grapple, culminating when Gunnar reversed a suplex attempt into a Stanssen Driver for a two count. His frustration clearly building, Caleb went up a gear, managing to get some good licks in, especially when he countered an Irish Whip attempt with a Chain Lightning. Rather than looking to put his opponent away, the cocky star tried to pile on the attacks, a barrage of DDTs and slams building up to a a Moment Of Impact that saw his ribs crash into Gunnar’s knees. From there, it had to be said, the end was in sight. Gunnar followed up with a Slapshot, before locking in the Gunnar Hook. Caught in the middle, nowhere to go, and his ribs possibly seriously injured, Caleb was left with no option but to tap. David Zinkus: Ladies and Gentlemen… your winner, by way of submission… and NEW Orange County Champion… GUNNAR STAHL! The referee held Gunnar hand aloft, with the title. Gunnar went to help Caleb up, but the Next Impact merely slapped his hand away, glaring at him. Gunnar, looking down on the man who was seemingly now a former friend, just slowly shook his head, and walked away, championship over his shoulder. Pond: Gunnar in an impressive show there, effectively dissecting the champion. The Big L: Caleb got in some big licks in the middle, but his mistake was overconfidence, leading him to go for that big Imploding 450 way too soon. Minoru Asano: GUNNAR MAY HAVE LOST A FRIEND, BUT HE IS NOW A CHAMPION! AND CHAMPIONS GET FREE DRINKS! DRINK! Pond: I don’t think the champs get free drinks. The Big L: The Big L used to get free steaks. Pond: … Now I need a drink. Go backstage, huh? WINNER AND NEW ORANGE COUNTY CHAMPION: GUNNAR STAHL Backstage we come in to see that our intrepid reporter Betsy Granger has managed to catch up with her target, Masato Kanemoto. Masato is clutching his regained sword to himself. Betsy Granger: Hi Masato! So we just saw you and Evelyn able to work together to beat Los Fantasmas, and she even went through quite a beating to get you your sword back. Is there anything you want to say to her now? Betsy moves the microphone to Masato’s face, who does not immediately say anything. He looks at the camera, a hard scowl on his face, before looking down at the sword again, his expression softening before he finally spoke. Masato Kanemoto: I want to say to her that her help was...appreciated. Betsy moved the microphone back over to her mouth. Betsy Granger: In that case, does that change your opinion of her in any way? You’ve said for months now that she’s an evil that needs to be vanquished. Is that still the case? Masato lets out a “tsk” sound, as he rolls his eyes. Masato Kanemoto: It turns out I’ve been wasting my time. All this time I could have spent going after true evil, not some...imposter evil. Betsy smiles and nods, starting to ask something before Masato begins to walk away. She blinks in confusion, quickly stepping up to him. Betsy Granger: Where are you going? Masato looked at her strangely. Masato Kanemoto: Did you not hear me. I said I’d been wasting my time. I’m going to rectify that. I’m taking my hunts elsewhere. Betsy Granger: ...to where? Masato briefly looks at his sword again, before looking back to her. Masato Kanemoto: To the source. And on that, he turns on his heel and walks away, Betsy watching him go, as we head back to ringside.
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Post by Nicholas Gray on Dec 5, 2015 18:51:35 GMT -6
We go backstage to the locker room area, where we see Masato Kanemoto getting ready for his match. He’s clearly antsy, shifting weight from foot to foot as he continuously looks at the clock. So wrapped up in that is he, that he doesn’t hear the door opening and someone entering. Evelyn Kuller: Are you ready for this, Mr. Hunter? Masato lets out the smallest sigh at the voice of his partner, the Perfect Evil, Evelyn Kuller. His only response to her question is an annoyed grunt, which doesn’t seem to bother Evelyn too much as she walks up to him. Evelyn Kuller: I’m really very happy you showed up to train for this with me. I think we have a great chemistry, Mr. Hunter. To her usual teasing Masato doesn’t even react, just looking at the clock again. Evelyn notes this, frowning. Evelyn Kuller: Hey...we’re going to get your sword back, alright? Masato Kanemoto: We better. We have to. Eve tilts her head, curiosity coming to her expression. Evelyn Kuller: You can stop me if I’m prying… Masato Kanemoto: You are. Evelyn sighed. Evelyn Kuller: I just want to ask why that sword’s so important to you. For a moment Masato scowls, clearly about to tell her to fuck off. But, slowly, it softens. He lets out a sigh. Masato Kanemoto: It was...my mother’s. Evelyn Kuller: Oh… Masato Kanemoto: And when she...passed away, it was given to me. It’s my inheritance. It’s… A pause. Masato Kanemoto: ..what I have left. Evelyn blinks, concern coming to her face at this admission. And then it is replaced, as a look of deep determination comes across the face of the Perfect Evil. One hand reaches out, grasping Masato’s arm, him turning his head to look her in the eyes. Evelyn Kuller: Don’t worry. We’re absolutely going to get it back. Surprise is on the face of Masato at the look on the face of someone he’s professed hatred of, at her making such a promise to him. Before he can say anything, a knock is heard from the door to the locker room. The two turn their heads to look at the door, understanding what it means, before looking back to one another. Evelyn Kuller: Showtime. She takes a step back, and extends a hand. Evelyn Kuller: I’m looking forward to this. Masato looks at her hand, before looking away and turning towards the door. Masato Kanemoto: Let’s just get to work. Evelyn grins, turning to the door as well, the two walking to it. Evelyn Kuller: Let’s bust some ghosts, Mr. Hunter. And as the two head to the door, the camera fades off back to ringside, for their match. Pond: Time for an odd couple team to debut. Minoru Asano: I loved that show! Movie! Video game! Whatever it was! Pond: ...right. The problems between Masato Kanemoto and the rechristened Evelyn Kuller seemed to be over after Masato’s loss to Evelyn at R to the Core 2, but then things got weird. Minoru Asano: *BLEEP*ING GHOSTS! The Big L: God damn ghosts. Pond: Yeah, what they said. The duo of Los Fantasmas from HELL have some grudge against both Masato and Evelyn, and have been attacking them for weeks now. And stealing from them, as Ikiryo stole Masato’s sword from him, which has driven the stoic Hunter to near insanity trying to get back. The Big L: So crazy he’s willing to team with his own enemy to get it back. Pond: That’s right. Masato agreed to team with Evelyn tonight to beat the ghosts back to HELL. And their chance is now. David! David Zinkus: The following is a tag team match, set for one fall! Introducing first, from Northern California and from The Hunting Fields… “Light Up The Night” by the Protomen begins to play over the speakers, as Evelyn Kuller and Masato Kanemoto appear on stage. Evelyn is her usual self, clapping along with a smile to her music, while Masato just stares forward at the ring. David Zinkus: Weighing in at a combined 330lbs, they are Evelyn Kuller and Masato Kanemoto! The two set off down the ramp, Evelyn slapping any hands that appear, while Masato ignores everything. The two slide into the ring, where Evelyn steps to the center of the ring for her standard mouthing along with a hook from her entrance theme, only for it to suddenly cut out, replaced with chanting. David Zinkus: Uh, okay. And their opponents…. The chanting is the beginning of "Küsö Mesorogiwi" by Yousei Teikoku, as all eyes go to the entranceways in the crowd, the two ghosts from Mexico appearing at the top of the stairs. Ikiryo’s eyes glare at Kanemoto, while Calavera stares solemnly at Evelyn. The two begin to make their way down the stairs, fans getting out of their way. David Zinkus: From somewhere scary probably, they are Ikiryo and Calavera, LOS FANTASMAS! The two ghosts hop the barrier and then jump onto the apron. Ikiryo holds up Kanemoto’s sword, Masato starting to step forward to him before being pulled back by Kuller. Ikiryo leans it against their corner, and the two enter the ring, staring the whole time at their enemies. EVELYN KULLER & MASATO KANEMOTO vs. LOS FANTASMAS The bell rang and immediately Masato charged Ikiryo, trying to beat the ghost into relinquishing his sword, only for both him and Calavera to throw him back. Masato hit his corner, and Evelyn slapped his back to tag herself in, as Masato charged again. Calavera kicked him in the gut and knocked him back, but was shocked when Evelyn came rushing in, stepping up onto Masato’s back and launching herself off, nailing a kick right to the face of Calavera! The ghost falls back into his corner, and Evelyn rushes again, grabbing Ikiryo by the head and dropping down, smashing his face into her knees. Ikiryo rolled out, allowing Calavera and Evelyn to fight. Kuller set the pace, coming at Calavera and taking him down a few times, until Calavera nailed her with a knee and tagged in Ikiryo. Ikiryo set in much harsher on her, beating on her, though Evelyn continued to keep coming. Until a lucky knee from Evelyn managed to double Ikiryo over, Evelyn hitting the ropes. Ikiryo came up, ready to block whatever it was he thought she was going to do. But none of it was what she did. As she instead dove under him, sliding across the canvas to their corner, where she grabbed the sword! She began to hurry out from the corner, but was nailed with a boot to the head from Ikiryo that dropped her to her stomach, covering the sword with her body. Calavera entered the ring and joined his partner in raining boots down on Kuller. Boot after boot comes down on the body of Kuller, who only continues to try to move forward, keeping the sword from them. Masato watches from the apron, shocked. Evelyn finally starts to push herself up on one arm, despite the stomps raining down on her, and with her other arm grasps the sword and moves it forward, sliding the sword across the ring! And Masato caught it. Having the sword in his hand brings a genuine smile to the Hunter’s face. A smile that fades as he looks up, seeing Ikiryo and Calavera laying their boots into Evelyn even more viciously now. And Masato’s response was simple. He turned, and dropped off the apron onto the floor. In the ring Ikiryo was getting particularly vicious with his stomps, clearly enraged from the sword he stole being taken back. So engrossed in it, he didn’t hear the footsteps behind him until it was too late, Ikiryo turning in time to be nailed with a running knee to his face, Kanemoto hitting In Nomine Patris! Ikiryo dropped to the mat and rolled out of the ring, as Calavera immediately set in on Masato, the Hunter throwing blows back at the ghost, until a particularly lucky shot from Masato to Calavera’s jaw sent him stumbling back...into the arms of Evelyn! Kuller quickly got him into position and lifted him briefly before dropping him onto his head with the Sheer Heart Attack, hooking the leg for the three count! Pond: They did it! Minoru Asano: The ghosts are vanquished! THAT MEANS DRINKING! The Big L: The Big L wasn’t so sure about how they’d work together, but he was wrong. Pond: I wasn’t either, but in the end the two were able to do enough together to put the ghosts from Mexico down, and get Masato his sword back. Minoru Asano: He looks happyyyyyyy! Let’s drink to being happy! Pond: Uh you might want to wait. In the ring the clapping Evelyn was doing to her music stops as the two realize Calavera has gotten back to his feet. The two adopt defensive stances, but Calavera holds his hands up. He takes a step forward, and offers his hand to Evelyn. Pond: ...huh. Minoru Asano: I guess she earned his respect? The Big L: Going through what she did for that sword, that’d earn anyone’s. Evelyn looks at the hand offered and, after a moment, shrugs and takes it, shaking Calavera’s hand. The two share a nod, before Evelyn takes a step back to leave the ring, looking over to where Masato was, only to realize the Hunter has already left. Halfway up the ramp already, he seems ready to take his leave. But, at the top of the ramp, he stops. He looks down at his sword, and then back at Evelyn in the ring. The two share a look, with Masato giving her a nod. Evelyn grins and returns it, and the Hunter disappears through the curtain. Evelyn then exits the ring and heads up the ramp, disappearing through the curtain shortly after. EVELYN KULLER & MASATO KANEMOTO In the ring Calavera seems ready to leave as well, only to turn as he hears running at him, and is nailed with his Shachihoko running knee! Calavera goes down, and Ikiryo immediately begins to throw kick after kick into his downed partner’s head, until blood stains the canvas. Ikiryo looks up into the camera briefly, wild-eyed, before hopping the ropes and the railing after, the crowd scattering as Ikiryo makes his exit, leaving his bloodied and unconscious partner behind. Pond: ...creepy god damn ghosts. Let’s go backstage. Backstage. Tom Matheny with Issac Solo. No frills today. Solo wearing his black COME CORRECT shirt, and his ring gear, complete with the white towel over his neck. Tom Matheny: Issac, you face the World Champion Carey Caldwell in tonight's main event, a match that was SUPPOSED to happen tomorrow night at Autumn Effect 3, but for some reason... is not. How are you-- Issac Solo: Look, just stop right there, and just hand me that mic. Come on. Do it. Tom Matheny: I, uh-- Issac swipes the mic, with an audible THUD going over the airwaves. Issac Solo: Sorry Tom, just gonna save you some time here... Yeah, this match SHOULDA been tomorrow night, but somehow, some way, Elizabeth Lannister gets her wish an' will INSTEAD face me tomorrow night at Autumn Effect. Issac Solo: That's right, I said it - ME. Not Caldwell. Not that phony fake-funk wannabe biker. Not the loudmouth punk thinkin' he got alien tumors in his skull. Not the one who surrounds himself with a cult of personality. Nah, sorry Liz. You get ME. ISSAC SOLO. A professional WRESTLER, one that has worked since the day he walked into this joint, to prove *I* am worthy of bein' the (r)Evolution World Champion. An' there ain't been a single person in this joint that could beat me yet! Because I got the tools, AN' the talent, to walk into AE3 as that Champion, AS WELL AS WALK OUT OF AE3 AS THAT CHAMPION. So you can bring your Queensguard, an' you can politic to the front office all you damn want, but once you get ME in that ring? There ain't a DAMN thing you can do, to get ME down! Issac Solo: An' Carey Caldwell... I have been lookin' forward to this day for so long, it ain't funny. At first, I just wanted to wrestle you for that belt. NOW, I wanna do that, an' SHUT YOUR MOUTH ONCE AN' FOR ALL. Because the time for talkin' is OVER. The time for Issac Solo to walk into that ring, an' win me that World Title, is at hand! An' Carey, for all the talk about needin' to kill you to get that belt?... if you're the Last of Your Kind, tonight, is your EXTINCTION EVENT! Because my name is Issac Solo, an' you can be sure of ONE THING in this world... an' that is I will ! COME! CORRECT! Tonight! Issac tosses the mic into the air, leaving Tom Matheny to fumblecatch it as Issac walks away...
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Post by Nicholas Gray on Dec 5, 2015 18:51:08 GMT -6
Pond: Well, to say that this next match came out of a big pile of strange is an understatement. The Big L: The Big L agrees, this has had showers of blood, rose petals, and freaky ass clowns. And The Big L hates clowns. Minoru Asano: THE BLOOD WAS DEFINITELY BLOOD. WORST BLOODY MARY EVER. Pond: Will we get any closer to finding out what’s going on tonight? I sincerely doubt it, but here we go! David Zinkus: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a tag team match and is scheduled for one fall… introducing first… Explosivo by Tenacious D starts playing over the PA System, as the lights dim. Climb upon my faithful steed Then we gonna ride, gonna smoke some weed. Climb upon my big-ass steed, and ride, ride, ride. Weeee-eee-eee-eeeee-eeeee-eee-eee-eeeee-eeeee-eeeee-eeeee What's the name of the song? Explosivo! As his name is mentioned in the song, Explosivo bursts out through the curtains, virtually exploding into the arena, closely followed by his ally Takeru Yuusou. Explosivo gives a quick salute to the crowd, whilst Takeru just quickly nods, before the pair sprint to the ring. They both leap onto the apron without breaking their stride. They grab hold of the top rope, and slingshot their selves into the ring. Explosivo starts running around the ring, geeing up the crowd, whilst Takeru stands more stoically in the centre, looking to the entranceway. David Zinkus: Representing the International Super Best Friends, at a combined weight of 345lbs… EXPLOSIVO… AND TAKERU YUUSOU! Explosivo bounces on the ropes, as he frantically waves to the cheering crowd, whilst Takeru just gives a respectful bow, before making his way to his own corner. David Zinkus: And their opponents… As En La Nada begins playing through the PA, Rosa enters the arena, followed closely by Karnaval, clutching his small bunch of balloons. She poses a moment at the top of the entranceway, washed in red light, flaunting her toned body. After a few moments, the pair continue down to the ring, laughing all the while. As they reach the ring, Rosa climbs the ring steps, entering the ring between the top and middle ropes, making the move almost torturously show as she accentuates her ass. Outside, Karnaval releases his balloons, laughing as they float into the rafters, before rolling into the ring under the bottom rope. Rose slowly walks to the centre of the ring, and replicates her earlier sexy pose, before blowing off the audience, and retreating to her corner, joining Karnaval who has already made his way there. David Zinkus: From HELL, and representing El Reinado del Terror… at a combined weight of 320lbs… KARNAVAL… AND ROSA RODRÍGUEZ! Karnaval starts applauding the announcement, whilst Rosa merely whispers something to him, stepping out of the ring. On the other side, Explosivo makes to start, but Takeru puts his hand out, stopping him, encouraging to get back to the corner and letting him start. The bell rings as Takeru and Karnaval slowly approach the centre of the ring. KARNAVAL & ROSA RODRIGUEZ vs. EXPLOSIVO & TAKERU YUUSOU The Big L: Sushi Ronin starting off against Freaky Clown. Man there ain’t nothing normal ‘bout this match. Takeru and Karnaval hook up, Karnaval quickly slipping free of Yuusou’s grasp and going behind. Takeru quickly moves, however, taking hold of Karnaval wrist and twisting, applying a Wrist Lock. Karnaval quickly twists out of the lock, twisting Takeru’s arm and applying an Arm Wrench. Takeru rolls out of it, doing a head flip, landing on his feet, before taking Karnaval sailing over him with an Arm Drag. They both bounce to their feet, and Karnaval charges, only to get taken down with a Drop Toehold. Takeru quickly takes hold of Karnaval’s wrist, rolling forward to apply and Arm Wrench, before pull him up and tagging in Explosivo. The Big L: Takeru quickly showing Karnaval a not so friendly welcome to San Diego there. Explosivo vaults in, and takes the arm from Takeru, putting another wrench on it, only for Karnaval to break the holding with a Forearm Smash to Explosivo’s jaw! Karnaval pushes Explosivo into the ropes, allowing Takeru to make the blind tag, before sending him running. Explosivo reverses it, however, slamming on the brakes, and as Takeru reaches him he grabs hold of Karnaval’s other wrist and sends him running to the ropes. As he comes back, the pair hit a massive Double Dropkick, with Explosivo quickly rolling out of the ring as he lands. Pond: Of course, Takeru and Explosivo have some experience of tagging together, and are great friends outside of the ring. You’ve got to think they’re going to do well here tonight. Takeru quickly pulls Karnaval up, and takes him straight back down with the Sashimi Slicer! He goes for the pin. ONE T- Shoulder up! Takeru, with a solemn nod, quickly hops to his corner, tagging in Explosivo, who springboards in off the ropes, connecting with a Springboard Dropkick as Karnaval starts to sit up. He quickly takes charge of the clown, dragging him to his feet, slipping behind him and applying a Hammerlock, before spinning and taking him down with a Mecha Corta! Minoru Asano: BIG CLOTHESLINE FROM A LITTLE GUY! I LIKE IT! Explosivo goes for the pin! ONE T- Shoulder up! Pond: I have no idea what Rosa did to Pierrot when she made him into Karnaval, but the endurance on him is unbelievable. Explosivo gets up… and locks eyes on his sister, across the ring. Ignoring Karnaval, he hops over him, and starts shouting at her for answers, for why she’s doing what she’s been doing. As Explosivo gets closer to her, Karnaval pops up into a bridge, before rolling over onto his feet. Takeru goes to cut him off, but referee Chris Dawson intercepts him, keeping him on the outside. Explosivo gets up to his sister, pleading for an answer… only to receive a Matanza! As he struggles to clear the “blood” Asian Mist from his eyes, Karnaval runs up, and gets him with a Schoolboy! Dawson hears the body hit the mat, and charges in for the pinfall! ONE TWO THR- Explosivo wriggles free! The Big L: That was close! Freaky Clown almost stole it! Rosa barks out instructions to Karnaval in Spanish, to which he merely nods, picking Explosivo up, before bring him back down with a Harlequin! Pond: Inverted Stomp Facebreaker! That’s not going to help the issues Explosivo’s currently experiencing with his sight any. Rather than go for the pin, Karnaval locks on a Headlock, twisting and pulling at Explosivo’s head, laughing all the while as he does it. Explosivo reaches out for the ropes, for purchase on Karnaval, for anything… but comes up short. He struggles, and struggles, but seemingly to no avail, as Karnaval starts viciously wrenching the neck from side to side. On the outside, Takeru looks to his friend, then to the crowd, clapping his hands, getting them to do the same, which they do, slowly, slowly, until the entire arena is one loud cacophony. Explosivo leaches from the energy of the crowd, first stamping his boot in time with their clapping, then slowly starting to stand, forcing Karnaval up with him… before elbowing him hard in the ribs, and dropping to his knees, and slipping out of the hold, and rolling forward. Well, almost slipping free, for as Robbie comes to a stop, and looks at Karnaval, he notices something strange. In Karnaval’s hands. His face. Or rather, his mask. His hands reach to his face, shocked that the mask isn’t there. The crowd are also stunned into silence. The Big L: Oh… Karnaval must have loosened the mask whilst in the hold. Pond: I don’t… what now? Minoru Asano: SPEEDY TEQUILA LOOKS LIKE HE’S GOING TO CRY! Explosivo looks on, obviously unsure how to comprehend what’s going on, as Karnaval starts dancing, turning round and parading the mask for the crowd. As Explosivo watches, he feigns blowing his nose on it, before also miming his ass with it before tossing it at Explosivo, who merely looks down on it, forelorn. Karnaval is laughing his head off, whilst Rosa looks on, intently observing. Takeru, perhaps seeing what’s about to happen, merely pinches the bridge of his nose, and closes his eyes. For it was a forelorn Explosivo who looked down, but now it’s an incredibly angry Robbie Rodríguez who looks up, and charges the clown. Karnaval moves to react, but it’s too late, the punch thrown by Robbie catching him firmly in the jaw. Stunned, the clown is powerless to resist as Robbie unleashes a hellstorm of strong Soccer Kicks to his calfs, thighs and knees, a relentless flurry of blows that eventually forces Karnaval to his knees. He takes one step back, before looking to Rosa, and shouting. Robbie Rodríguez: ¡No más! With that, Robbie steps forward, and delivers an unbelievably stiff Superkick straight to the jaw of the kneeling Karnaval, nearly decapitating him. As he drops to cover him, Takeru sticks a leg through the ropes to cut off Rosa, but to his, and everyone’s surprise, she merely hops off the apron, smiling as she backs away. Robbie gets the cover. ONE TWO THREE! David Zinkus: Ladies and Gentlemen… the winners of this match, by way of pinfall… EXPLOSIVO AND TAKERU YUUSOU! As Chris Dawson lifts Robbie’s arm, the young Mexican pulls it free, ignoring the referee. Takeru quickly takes Chris aside, apologising for his friend, as Robbie drops to the mat, picking up his discarded mask. Slowly, shaking, he stands, looking at the piece of cloth in his hands, before looking up the ramp at the exiting Rosa, catching her eyes as she looks down on him and smiles. The anger returning to his face, he discards the mask, letting if fall on the unconscious mask of Karnaval, before making to leave the ring. A hand on his shoulder stops him, however, the hand of Takeru, who whispers some words to his friend. With a visible sigh, Robbie nods, and just stares up at the entranceway. Pond: Well, that was an attempted murder that just happened. The Big L: Explosivo is pissed. The Big L doesn’t want to be in the backstage when he gets there. Minoru Asano: HOW DOES THIS EVEN WORK? NORMALLY WHEN UNMASKED, IT’S A BIG DEAL ABOUT REAL NAME. WE ALREADY KNOW EXPLOSIVO IS ROBBIE! Pond: I’ve got no idea. And no time to think about it, as we’ve got to get these guys out of here, to set up for the next fight. WINNERS: EXPLOSIVO & TAKERU YUUSOU
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Post by Nicholas Gray on Dec 5, 2015 18:50:22 GMT -6
For a moment, the only thing we see is a man. Oshima. He smiles. Shinji Oshima: Welcome. To the pre-show of the Autumn Effect 3. Welcome, to a night you will remember for so long. Welcome...and goodbye. Enjoy the show. And with a bow, the lights flicker and when they come on, Oshima has vanished. Pond: ...I don’t get paid enough for this. The Big L: Nope. Minoru Asano: Not at all! Pond: Let’s just get to our first match. ASHLEIGH POWELL & KENZIE RYDELL vs. VIOLENCE RW It was certainly an odd occurrence; White Phoenix trainees Kenzie Rydell and Ashleigh Powell had been arguing most of the week over Twitter what their team name would be. Kenzie opted for the pun-tastic "PaciFISTs, Inc." and had t-shirts made, while Ashleigh backed "The Awkward Express," with a turtle-based logo on a t-shirt. Both...wore their own team's shirt. Despite their disagreement on a team name, the pair used their experience training together to work over the arm of Hiro Murayama to start the match. Quick tags in and out gave them an early advantage, but there's no working your way out of a punch to the face, which Murayama used his good hand to do to Powell. There wasn't a lot of grace to the moves of Hiro and his partner Hideki Kojima, but there was much in the spirit of their team name. But when they went for a double clothesline, it was Ashleigh who ducked under, ran up the ropes, and springboarded back to take out both with a double Switchblade Heart! With her opponents down, the daughter of White Phoenix made the tag to her partner, and Kenzie Rydell was a house afire! Dropkicks were served with gusto, and hip tosses sent each member of VIOLENCE scrambling! Ashleigh joined back in with a big dropkick of her own to send Murayama to the outside. And from there it was a matter of the pair combining their own trademark moves; Kenzie hit the Phoenix Strike, and when Kojima fell to the mat, Ashleigh was already waiting up top to fly off with Burning Bright! Rydell fell on top for the pin and that was all she wrote! WINNERS: ASHLEIGH POWELL & KENZIE RYDELL
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Post by Nicholas Gray on Nov 29, 2015 11:47:32 GMT -6
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Post by Nicholas Gray on Nov 28, 2015 15:53:00 GMT -6
The end is here. If there's anything you want your characters to go out doing, take a segment spot.
AshelighZie vs. VIOLENCE Writer: Clint
SEGMENT 1: Nick
TakSplosivo vs. KarnaRose Writer: Pete
SEGMENT 2:
MasaEve vs. Fantasmas Writer: Nick
SEGMENT 3: Geoff
Caleb vs. Gunnar Writer: Pete
SEGMENT 4: Nick
Brendan vs. Kaiden Writer: Pete
SEGMENT 5:
Jason vs. Jolyne Writer: Nick
SEGMENT 6: Nick
Carey vs. Issac Writer: Nick
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Post by Nicholas Gray on Nov 28, 2015 15:51:48 GMT -6
(R)EVOLUTION WRESTLING PRESENTS THE AUTUMN EFFECT 3 PRE-SHOW SATURDAY, DECEMBER 5th, 2015 (R)EVOLUTION DOJO, SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA THE FIRST OF MANY TEAMUPS ASHLEIGH POWELL & KENZIE RYDELL vs. VIOLENCE RW WILL BLOOD RAIN AGAIN? EXPLOSIVO & TAKERU YUUSOU vs. KARNAVAL (HELL) & ROSA RODRIGUEZ (HELL) CONCLUSION OF A HUNT FOR GHOSTS EVELYN KULLER & MASATO KANEMOTO vs. LOS FANTASMAS (Calavera & Ikiryo) (HELL) (r)EVOLUTION ORANGE COUNTY TITLE MATCH - INTERNATIONAL BEST FRIENDS SHOWDOWN CALEB STORM (c) vs. GUNNAR STAHL THE KRAKEN GETS HIS SHOT AT REVENGE BRENDAN SAMUELS vs. KAIDEN HAWKE HARBINGER WARS JASON ANDERSON PROTIVNIK vs. JOLYNE DYSART MAIN EVENT - (R)EVOLUTION WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH CAREY L. CALDWELL (c) vs. ISSAC SOLO
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Post by Nicholas Gray on Nov 26, 2015 3:23:56 GMT -6
Pond: Everyone, it’s time for our main event. The Queensguard defending the RW tag titles against KON-BAT. It’s been a long road for Kon and Obata to get here, but they’ve finally managed it. Minoru Asano: A drink to them! The Big L: They’re an impressive duo, but can they get past the toughest team in Revo history? Pond: We’ll find out. Let’s get it started. MAIN EVENT - (r)EVOLUTION WRESTLING TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH KON-BAT VS. THE QUEENSGUARD (c) The bell rings, and we start off with Sue and Obata. Obata moves in quickly to bait Sue into taking a shot, allowing Obata to duck under the blow and get behind him, throwing him to the mat with a quick German. Obata immediately sprang up and took a run at Sue, throwing a kick at his chest that takes the Alaskan down onto his back before he can even get up. Obata begins to throw quick small kicks into Sue’s sides, more to annoy him than anything else, with Sue grabbing the rope quickly to force the referee to step in and get Obata to step back. Sue takes advantage of this by throwing a boot out as he gets up, catching Obata in the gut and sending him backwards. Obata immediately heads to his corner and tags a surprised Kon in. Kon got into the ring and was immediately met by an aggravated Sue. This went well. Kon is a powerhouse in his own right, and managed to meet the angry Alaskan with some hard blows, but Sue was annoyed and responded with harder ones, stunning Kon long enough for Sue to grab him and take him down with an STO. This continued on for a while, Sue’s brute strength clashing with Kon’s more focused power moves, both of them trading blows and throws for a long stretch, until finally it seemed Obata had had enough and tagged himself back in after Kon was thrown into their corner thanks to a back body drop from Sue. Obata came in against Sue smart, dodging around the bigger man well, showing off what he’s learned from his treasured mentor. He came in to take a shot or two and ducked back. This did not keep him entirely safe from Sue, who still managed to get in some shots that rocked Obata, but Obata kept standing and chipping away. He even managed to get Sue down for a two count off a dragon suplex, though all that did was anger Sue, who came at Obata far harder after that, hitting the prized jewel of Genji Yamato with a lot of hard rights, clearly setting Obata up for that devastating spinning back elbow of his, but Obata was wise and instead dropped to the mat, letting Sue throw his own balance off throwing it, where Obata then threw his legs up and nailed him right in the face with his boots, sending Sue falling backwards towards his own corner. Realizing he needed to recharge, Sue made the wise decision to tag in Damon. The Queen’s Knight came to face the much hyped future of puroresu, and it was a hell of a matchup. Things progressed quickly, as Damon set into Obata with the fury befitting his old nickname, setting out to teach Obata who was the boss. The back and forth between the two lasted quite a while, and was especially good for the sequence of suplexes traded between the two, ending with Damon dropping Obata straight on his head for a 2 count. Damon started to pick Obata up, only for Obata to shove him backwards and immediately charge forward at him. but Damon dodges to the side leaving Obata going forward...into the referee! The referee and Obata both go down, the referee’s head bouncing off the mat. Damon looked over at Sue, and the two smiled. And that’s when things went to shit. Pond: This is an awful situation to be in. There’s nothing to stop Damon and Sue from doing what they do best. Minoru Asano: SMIRKING! Pond: And all the things they do while doing that. It’s a bad place to be for Kon and Obat-oh *bleep*. This cursing was caused by what the camera wheels around to see. From the crowd a man appears, hopping over the railing. Daniel Lanning. Everyone in the ring tenses at the sight of the Pantheon’s Hermes, but Damon and Sue relax as they realize something. Lanning’s eyes are focused straight on Obata. Under the unwavering stare of the mercenary, Obata does not flinch. Lanning grabs hold of the middle rope and pulls himself up onto the apron, quickly entering the ring and stepping up to Obata. The two men stare one another down, as Kon quickly scrambles into the ring to try and protect his partner, Obata putting one arm up to block Kon. The two men continue their stare down. Slowly, Lanning raises up that deadly left fist of his, and smiles at Obata. And he spins around and smashes that fist into Damon’s face, knocking him out cold with the Taskmaster. Damon collapses onto his back, Sue and Kon’s eyes both widening in surprise. Lanning takes advantage of Sue’s surprise to lunge forward, grabbing the Alaska and hefting him up before dropping him to the mat with the Agent X! Obata, meanwhile, drops onto the unconscious body of Damon! Lanning gets to his feet and rushes over to the referee, grabbing him by the shoulder and violently shaking him until he starts to come to, before bailing. The referee slowly pulls himself over to Obata and Damon, and begins the three count as a too stunned to move Kon watches. 1! 2! 3!! David Zinkus: ...here are your winners, and the new (R)Evolution Wrestling tag team champions...Hajime Kon & Kohei Obata, KON-BAT! WINNERS AND NEW RW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS: KON-BAT Pond: WHAT! Minoru Asano: I am so confused! The Big L: So, wait, does that mean Obata is part of… Pond: WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!?! Minoru Asano: I don't drink enough... Obata now has a house mic... as the whole of the Pantheon enters the arena, celebrating the win, that Daniel Lanning assisted with... Kohei Obata: Kon-san... do you now see? THIS is what we have been waiting for! We are CHAMPIONS! And now.... with Strike, Lanning, and the Pantheon... we are AS GODS!! Kon is appalled. He feels... betrayed, even as he holds the (r)Evolution Tag Team Championship belt in his hand. Obata kneels before Strike... Chris Strike: This is a moment I have long been looking forward to, Obata-san. From the moment this young man and I fought, I saw something within him that not even Yamato-san could harness fully. So I did what any proper mentor would do...I trained him. I taught him to find that balance between that thin line and that if he chose to, crossing it was an option. Tonight, Obata Kohei stands here not just as a mere man...but he stands here...as none other than SUSANO'O himself! So, rise, O MIGHTY SUSANO'O! RISE AS THE STORMBRINGER THAT YOU ARE MEANT TO BE! RISE...AND MAKE IT RAIN THE BLOOD OF YOUR ENEMIES WHEREVER IT IS YOU STEP FOOT ON! Pond: I...don’t know what to say folks. There’s going to be some hell to pay for this one, that’s for sure. But for now...the tag belts are in the hands of the Pantheon. Minoru Asano: I’m drinking up now! Pond: Yeah. I’ll join you. Good night everyone. And on the sight of the Pantheon assembled around it’s newest member, Kohei Obata, we fade to copyright...
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Post by Nicholas Gray on Nov 26, 2015 3:23:49 GMT -6
SLAM! The door to KON-BAT's locker area flies open. Obata is in the midst of changing into his ring gear, as Hajime Kon runs in, screaming, attempting to strangle his dojo brother... Kohei Obata: Kon! Wha-- Hajime Kon: 小幡!あなたは私に嘘をつきました!あなたは私に、この全体の時間を横たわってきました! Kohei Obata: I don't-- What! Hajime Kon: 大和さんへのすべてのこれらの呼び出し!大和さんは、彼が数ヶ月に電話であなたに話をしていないと言います!あなたは誰にプロットされています!答えて下さい!! Kohei Obata: OK! OK! Let me go first! Kon reluctantly lets go of his partner, who is now catching his breath... Kohei Obata: It's true. I have been working with... another trainer, this whole time. He showed me that technique you have seen. I know, we were supposed to come to (r)Evolution to learn, and I have. But I did not want to be seen as insulting Yamato-senpai. But Kon... we have these titles in our grasp. They are ours for the taking tonight! We can AND WILL do this! This is the moment of our ascension, Kon! Hajime Kon: Obata-san! I believe in this team! I believe in our dojo! I believe that we will win tonight! ... Obata breathes a sigh of relief... Hajime Kon: BUT I DON'T BELIEVE IN YOU!! Kon storms out, slamming the door. Obata looks as if he's escaped with his life as we head to ringside... ELIZABETH LANNISTER vs. GUNNAR STAHL A haughty Elizabeth looked down her nose at Stahl at the opening bell, but both competitors had a serious look in their eyes in what was a very important match for both. The feeling out process ensued, with Gunnar throwing knees and Elizabeth throwing chops. Gunnar switched levels, looking for a takedown, but Lannister grabbed an armdrag and began to drop knees on the arm, perhaps trying to take away Stahl’s well-known ability to throw deadly elbows. She followed with a keylock, cranking down until Stahl managed to get free of the hold. A big enzuigiri dropped Gunnar, and Elizabeth took advantage with an Asai moonsault, scoring a two count off of it. Things looked grim for him, but when Lannister went up for a missile dropkick, Gunnar managed to move out of the way at the last second, leaving Elizabeth to smack into the mat. Gunnar pressed his advantage, charging and driving his boot into Elizabeth’s chest with the Slap Shot for a close two. As Lannister pulled herself up to her feet using the ropes, she began to pull at and loosen the turnbuckle pad. Stahl tried to pull her out of the corner, but Elizabeth caught him off guard, grabbing the arm and rolling through, trying to straighten it out into the Red Wedding! Stahl fought it, even as Elizabeth drove her heel into the face of the Iceland native, but Gunnar reached the ropes. Elizabeth reluctantly broke, and beckoned Stahl forward. As soon as he rose, Elizabeth struck, connecting with the Kingslayer! She covered, but only got a two count, as Gunnar’s foot was on the bottom rope. Elizabeth kicked it off the rope angrily, then backed up, charging a rising Gunnar. She leaped for the Rains of Castamere, but Gunnar caught her and sent her ass over teakettle with a release Northern Lights Suplex! The crowd roared as Stahl raised a hand in the air, calling for Stahling Time. With Stahl poised for the kill, the Lioness backed off, into the corner. Gunnar moved in, but Lannister quickly grabbed him by the trunks and dropped down, sending Stahl careening forward - and into the exposed turnbuckle! As Gunnar reeled, Elizabeth rolled him up, placing both of her boots on the second rope, as the unaware official counted three! Stahl came up hot, trying to tell the official what had happened, but there was no going back as Elizabeth raised her arms triumphantly in the middle of the ring, clearly proud of what was a huge win for her on her path towards the (R)W Championship. WINNER: ELIZABETH LANNISTER
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Post by Nicholas Gray on Nov 26, 2015 3:23:27 GMT -6
Backstage. Tom Matheny sees a HOPPIN' MAD Issac Solo, and tries to get a statement from him after the switcheroo on who's facing whom, and WHEN, at Autumn Effect 3 weekend... Tom Matheny: Issac! Anything to say on what has happened with Elizabeth Lannister now having the World Title match at Autumn Effect 3?? Issac Solo, still marches on... Tom Matheny: Issac? Issac Solo: Nah, first I'ma go put a beatdown on Naiser Prince King. THEN, I got somethin' to say about it. Issac pushes the camera out of his face as he continues to walk... Tom Matheny: Whatever he'll have to say, I bet it won't be very nice! ISSAC SOLO vs. NAISER KING These two beasts met mid-ring, and while Solo had to look slightly up at Naiser, he wasn't about to back down. The two began by trading shoulder blocks, and while Solo was knocked back, he refused to be knocked down, and on his third attempt, ducked The Mountain God King's clothesline and came back with a jumping shoulderblock! King was rocked, and Solo pounced with a series of chops to the big man rendering him into the corner. Solo backed off, but charged right back in with an elbow smash; King stumbled out, while Issac took off to the ropes with momentum on his side. Unfortunately for him, it quickly turned against the #1(ish) Contender as Naiser caught him with a lightning quick belly-to-belly suplex! The now former War Machine took control, almost making Solo look like a rag doll as he hit a powerslam, followed by a sidewalk slam! That only got two, and Naiser started looking frustrated. He whipped Solo to the ropes, looking for a Samoan Drop, but it was countered into a crucifix that got two! Naiser rolled up to his knees, but Solo was already to his feet to meet him with a big boot to the kneeling big man! He again takes off, but this time comes back and flips through to hit the Cannonball Senton, which again gets two! Solo questions the referee, giving Naiser King a chance to recover. Solo turns, and gets caught with a big right hand, followed by a vertical suplex! Naiser stands, pointing to the sky as he heads up top, looking for his Diving Shoulderblock! Solo rises somewhat slowly, and turns, his eyes growing big as he just barely slides to his left, avoiding the literal missile of large black man coming at him! With Naiser crashing into the mat, Solo quickly locks on the LBC Lock; and with Naiser's air already knocked out of him, he quickly taps out to avoid passing out. WINNER: ISSAC SOLO Post-match, Issac isn't in the mood for handshakes, or anything else. Dismissing Naiser Prince King, Solo demands a house mic... Issac Solo: Yeah, that's right, Naiser, you go run along and tell Carey Caldwell FIRST HAND what he's in for during the Autumn Effect 3 Weekend. Maybe you an' Gunnar Stahl compare notes while y'all pretendin' to be some kinda hardcore bikers, because Caldwell is about as phony as they come! Mixed reaction from the crowd. Issac Solo: An' while we talkin' phonies, I see you, Elizabeth Lannister! Yeah that's right. I see you politickin' yer way inta MY spot at Autumn Effect, surrounded by a buncha Yes Men actin' like you royalty. This ain't no game to me, thrones or otherwise, Lannister! Crowd reacts to that one. Issac Solo: So once again, because someone ELSE opened up they big mouths, Issac Solo gets chump changed. But you know what? THAT'S FINE. Because the way I see it, it's a WIN-WIN for me, through it all. Issac Solo: Because FIRST, I'ma beat that loudmouth punk Carey Caldwell, an' take that belt that he says I'ma have to kill him for. So I guess there'll be a murder rap on me, won't there? But THEN. I'm gonna be the one walkin' into Autumn Effect 3, AS the (r)Evolution WORLD. CHAMPION. An' I'll be the one walkin' OUT of Autumn Effect 3, AS the (r)Evolution WORLD. CHAMPION. Because everyone can scheme, an' plan, an' connive all they want, but homeboy don't play that! *I* am the guy, who makes the challenges, because I KNOW I can win them. So I don't NEED to play politics. I don't need ta backstab anyone because I am MORE than happy to do the stabbin' right to your face! Issac pauses for just a moment as the crowd reacts positively to that line. Issac Solo: An' anyone who's followed my career, KNOWS that I am fully capable of wrestling matches days in a row, so don't think I'm gonna be so worn out by Carey Caldwell that I can't handle YOU, Lannister! An' JUST so there's no misunderstandings... ask your boy Damon who it was that lost our tag match a few weeks back, because, guess what, IT WASN'T ME... Issac Solo: So in two weeks, I am SO lookin' forward to ruinin' not one, but TWO people's weekends. Because Autumn Effect 3 may be called "Know Your Enemy," but for Caldwell, AN' Lannister, it's gonna be known as "Know When to COME. CORRECT!" With that, Issac throws down the mic and exits the ring. Still a very mixed reaction towards Solo, but right now, he simply does not care...
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