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PWC Season Two PPV: Alpha and Omega

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The scene opens up with a shot of a desolate desert-like landscape with the sun beating down. We move across the barren terrain, it’s filled with dry brown earth, hard edged rocks strewn all across the ground with the only hint of green a few thorny dry cacti. A gust of wind bursts through and kicks up a plume of dust that fills the screen. The dust swirls around moving this way and that until it slowly clears and reveals a Rattlesnake, coiled, hissing and bearing its teeth.


Narrator:
Danger lurks here behind every corner.

The Rattlesnake swifts from one side to the other, before suddenly it flashes into action and strikes forward right into the camera lens turning the scene black once more. As we fade away and begin to hover across an open road next to the desert landscape, we continue on as we fly past a Big Rig and then move so fast all the other vehicles on road turn to nothing but streaks of light.


Narrator:
But no one said the road to victory would ever be easy.

Day turns to night as the deep voice of the narrator fades into a haze of noise and lights as we leave the road and enter a bustling city. We ascend high and then sweep across to a sign that reads “Welcome to Fabulous Las Vegas, Nevada”. The scene switches to a birdseye view of the Las Vegas skyline. We see shots of the Las Vegas Strip, Caesars Palace, the Pyramid Hotel, the Mirage and many more famous landmarks.


Narrator:
You win some and you lose some.

Shots of people in the casinos winning big and celebrating or losing it all with their whole world’s falling apart.

Narrator:
Whether you’re the Alpha…

We see shots of various PWC wrestlers competing, Austin Angel, Shadow, Jensen, Marcus Kendall and Barney Williams.

Narrator:
…or the Omega…

Shots of Dr. Nero, Kyle Elric, Crowley, Derek Jacobs, William Gust and Bruce Thorn Jr next.

Narrator:
PWC’s first PPV of season 2, Alpha & Omega comes to the….

The scene fades up and reveals the glowing green MGM Grand.
Premier Wrestling Circuit (PWC)
...Presents...





Location: Las Vegas, Nevada
Venue: MGM Grande Arena
Capacity:17,000


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PWC TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH



Bruce Thorn Jr (C) vs Derek Jacobs



PWC LEGACY GAUNTLET MATCH Featuring:



Austin Angel
Barney Williams
Bruce Thorn Jr
Crowley
Daiko
Derek Jacobs
Jensen
Kyle Elric
Nero
Shadow
William Gust

and more!
Winner is the new PWC legacy champion

PWC HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP



Donald Hammerpunch (C) vs Ivory



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Deadline for all RPs is 11:59 GMT on May 11(Wednesday)
Deadline for show is May 18 (Wednsday)
For each day of extension granted, the show will be extended for the same duration.



GFX Credit: CHAMPviaDQ
Poster Credit: Demon Hunter



As always, feel free to leave your predictions in the thread. If an RP extension is needed, please let us know ASAP
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#4 · (Edited)
James Parker is having a nervous breakdown.

After his best friend and business partner Derek Jacobs beat Barney Williams on the last episode of Vortex and punched his ticket into the Legacy Gauntlet at Alpha and Omega, he thought it was time to celebrate.​

Great match tonight big man! You showed the world why you’re going to be the next Legacy Champion at Alpha and Omega. And now that you’ve beaten Barney, you’re guaranteed later entry into the match! Let’s go celebrate! Beers on me!​

Derek looks up from unlacing his boots, glaring at James.​

That’s your problem, James. Instead of focusing on finding ways for me to win the Legacy championship at the pay per view, you’re more worried about going out and living it up!

“Hey, let’s party and get so fucked up that we can’t remember our names now, and push off training until the last minute! It’s okay DJ, you’re the God of War! You can do anything!”​


Derek stands up and begins to dress in street clothes.​


I’m not partying or celebrating anything again until after I win the Legacy championship and show the world why I’m the most dominating force in pro wrestling today.

Go out and get drunk if you want, but I’m on the first flight back to Chicago tomorrow to bust my ass to make sure I win that title.​

With that, Derek storms out of the locker room slamming the door behind him.

Yeah, James Parker is having a nervous breakdown.

A week later finds Derek doing exactly what he said he would do. He’s had a ring set up in a warehouse that James owns, and 5 hours a day 5 days a week he focuses on preparing for the Legacy Gauntlet in Las Vegas.
After a particularly violent session that sees three of his sparring partners ending up in the emergency room, James stops in to give Derek some unexpected, but welcome news.​


DJ! Hey man, take a break we need to talk!

Derek finishes torturing his latest sparring partner and grabs a bottle of water from the cooler on the apron.


What’s up man? This had better be good.



James practically jumps up and down with glee.



The story just broke on the PWC website. Not only are you in the Gauntlet match at Alpha and Omega, you’re going one on one with Bruce Thorn, Jr. for the Television championship too! You have the opportunity to walk out of Las Vegas as the first man in history to hold two championships at the same time in PWC!​

The news throws Derek for a loop. To have a shot at two championships in the same night is unheard of.​

Wow man, that’s really big news.

James looks at Derek with concern etched on his features.​

You don’t sound too excited about it man, what’s up?​

Derek shakes his head and turns to leave the warehouse.


Nothing’s wrong, James. Meet me in the cemetery by Matt’s grave in 30 minutes. Bring the camera.​

James is startled by this statement.

DJ, you haven’t been there since the funeral. Are you sure you want to go there.​

Derek looks at James with cold fury in his eyes.​


I have to go there.​


30 minutes later, Derek Jacobs stands behind his brother’s headstone. The smooth granite shines in the setting sun, and Derek casts an imposing shadow over the grave where his brother lays.​

I've been a professional wrestler for a little over four years now. In that time, I've wrestled for 4 different companies, been apart of some of the most violent moments in wrestling history and have left a path of destruction that has never been seen before, and most likely won't be seen ever again.

I've poured out my blood, I've spilled my opponent's blood and I've broken bones in this business. I've become one of the most dominating forces that has ever stepped foot inside of a wrestling ring.

But there's one thing I've never done in my entire career. One thing that has eluded me this entire time.

I've never been a champion.

Derek slowly begins to pace behind his brother's headstone.

I've been given several different championship opportunities, and every single time I've fallen short.

I could stand here and lie to you and say that there was a conspiracy keeping me from winning the championship or that I was being held back by the politics in the back or I could make up any number of excuses as to why I've never been a champion, but at the end of the day I'd be lying not only to you but to myself.

You see, the fact of the matter is I've never been a champion because I've always been distracted.​

Derek stops pacing and puts his hand on his brother's tombstone.​

I'm not distracted anymore.​

Shockingly, Derek pushes over Matt's tombstone. As it lands with a thud on the cold ground, the only sound that can be heard is Derek's heavy breathing. Derek walks off camera only to walk back holding a sledgehammer and a canister of gas. He sits the hammer and the gas can on the ground and begins to pace again.​


They say that a man is best remembered by the legacy he leaves behind.

Kyle Elric's legacy is that he was willing to turn his back on the millions of fans that made him who he is today because he was so desperate to win a championship.

Austin Angel's legacy is that no matter how many big moment's he's had, he's never quite been able to win the big one.

Daiko's legacy is that he's so unhinged that he's literally willing to do anything to win, even at his own expense.

Barney William's legacy is that he's still trying to prove to everyone here that he's not a fluke, even though everything else says other wise.

Bruce Thorn's legacy is that he's trying to break out of someone's shadow.

Right now, my legacy is that no matter how big I am or how much I fight, I've never been able to win championship gold.

At Alpha and Omega, that changes.

Two opportunities. Two separate matches. Two championships.

Bruce Thorn, evidently me interfering in your match and helping you against Austin Angel rubbed you the wrong way, so you decided to get into my face and stepped up to me. In Las Vegas the consequences of your actions will catch up to you when I take the title I helped you keep.

After I'm finished with you, I'll drag your lifeless body back into the ring and eliminate you from the Legacy Gauntlet on my way to becoming the first person in PWC history to hold two championships simultaneously.

That will be my legacy.​

Derek picks up the sledgehammer and begins to repeatedly smash the headstone of his little brother. Once it's reduced to small pieces of rubble, he throws the hammer down and picks up the gas can.

He begins to slowly pour gas over the grave, no emotion on his face.

Finished pouring out the contents of the gas can, he reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a picture. It's of Derek and his little brother. It looks to be taken at Christmas, in happier times. Derek pulls out a lighter and lights the picture on fire.

He throws the picture on the gas-saturated ground, igniting his brother's grave.

He walks into the foreground of the shot, a blazing fury in his eyes.​

At Alpha and Omega, I will show the world why I am the God of War, hallowed be MY name!

My Kingdom come!
My Will be done!

And you can bank on that.​

The camera cuts to black, the sound of a burning inferno fading away.​
 
#5 ·
Dr Nero - Alpha and Omega 2





Russia

Two days ago...

A heavy, rusty steel door squeals sideways as a string of old lights flicker. Dust sifts off its top, cascading like a miniature waterfall. The flickering lights reveal an old tunnel behind the door. The passageway is covered in spider webs, untouched for what seems an eternity. A corridor lost for years, a pathway to the unknown.

The tunnel is lit up by extreme lights mounted on the shoulders of three men. All dressed in what seems to be radioactive protective suits, more styled for the moon than on earth. They nod to each other before pushing forward. Swatting through the wall of webs, they follow a cobblestone path being very careful where they place their feet with every step.

After what seems like an age the passageway seemingly ends. The three men look around for a door or another tunnel. Their lights finally affix on some sort of ladder bolted into the wall. Almost in-sync they all look upward, their lights revealing the tunnel does indeed continue, it continues upward.

One after the other they climb the stairway, when they hear a noise. The first person hesitates. Not sure if they are wishing to continue. There is some chatter over a radio and they continue on to the top. A grate covers some sort of hole and although heavy, it is easy to move aside. The room they enter is dark, but it is obvious that, unlike the tunnel, someone has been here recently. The powerful torches light up the room, revealing cans of food, empty but with forks left in them. Someone was here, or is still...

Suddenly the loud noise of a generator sparks up and the room’s ceiling lights fire up. The men in their suits put their hands to their visors, obviously affected by the brightness. “Assassins”, almost a whisper but all three men hear the word as a big man in camo pants and a dark green singlet emerges on their left. Scars cover his bearded face, and accentuate his gritted teeth... A vicious front kick to the first suited man sends him flying half way across the room crashing into old chairs and fuel drums.

The second man desperately tries to take out what looks like a pistol from his suit pants. The big man is too fast, and before the gun can be raised, a big clothesline knocks the second suited man to the floor! A splatter of blood sprays from the inside of the suit visor.

The big man roars and looks over at the last man. He storms in with a huge punch to the face... but its blocked! The big man looks confused and tries again only to miss! The man roars again, this time out of frustration and walks into a boot to the gut. He doubles over and is left open to a vicious knee strike! The third suited man grabs the inhabitor of the sanctuary and hits a huge European uppercut! The man falls backward, refusing to yield, but the third suited man comes again with a front kick to the chest. The man stumbles backwards, but still on his feet. He grasps his chest before swinging wildly again. The suited man slips in a rear-naked choke. The big man struggles at first, but eventually drops to his knees. He desperately tries to fight it when...

“STOP!”

Above them on a gangplank a man looks down. The man in the radioactive suit releases his attacker. The bearded man slumps to the ground, unconscious from the hold.

“WHO ARE YOU?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?”

Lifting the radiation visor up, the face of Dr Nero is revealed underneath the clear plastic cover.

“Hello Gary...

........where’s Famine?”


United States of America

Today...

PWC Alpha and Omega 2

Backstage


Eriksen: Thanks Stan, we’re only a few moments away from the Legacy Gauntlet Match and I’m standing here with the former Legacy and World Champion Doctor Nero. Thank you for your time Dr Nero, ahh hi Ellie... umm... Dr Nero, this match is a first for PWC, may I ask what your game plan is going into such a unique match?

Nero in his three piece suit stands stoic beside his interviewer with the stunning Nurse Ellie on his arm.

Nero: You can call me a former Legacy Champion all you want Eriksen, the truth of the matter is that I was never defeated for the Legacy title. And to be quite honest, well... as you know I’m always honest...


Eriksen: Brutally honest...

Nero pauses and looks down at Eriksen with his steel eyes driving imaginary daggers into Eriksen’s skull...

Nero: ... there hasn’t been a true Legacy Champion since. The title was put up for grabs in a tournament. Won by a woman. A woman...one so fragile that only defended it, what, twice? And now the title is up for grabs again. Tonight it is time I once again stabilise this company and give it a great Champion. Not like pretenders such as Cheri Hayven or Donald Hammerpunch.

Hammerpunch, I’m sure you’re very happy your title is well protected from me. So while you hide behind the rules that bind, I’ll take back the material possession of the Championship I never lost.

Eriksen: Ahhh... yes.. well, going back to my original question Doctor, Ummm... do you have a game plan for the Gauntlet match?

Nero: Yes, I did hear your “original” question Danny.... the obvious answer is that I have never done anything without having a game plan. You know this. The world knows this. What I will explain to someone as intellectually challenged as yourself and those watching at home is that I defeated Marcus Kendall, giving me an advantage in this match. Not that I would need one of course. An advantage that I have earned none the less, and tonight when it is my time to step into this match my game plan is to not run and hide and bide my time, no, I will make it my mission to make sure the entire roster fears me.

Eriksen: Fear you? I don’t understand? I’m pretty sure everyone, even if they don’t think you’re a particular nice guy... they know you’re a former World Champion Ne....

Nero: You see Eriksen, this is PWC. This is where the top fighters in the world come to compete. I have been in the main event scene for quite some time now. Deservedly so.... however there has been so many changes in the roster. Good fighters have been replaced with great fighters. Some I have yet to face, because they are still trying to find their way to the main event, find their way... to me.

The Legacy Gauntlet involves almost the entire roster. I will show everyone who Dr Nero really is tonight. There will be no mercy. I don’t care if you just got here, or you’ve been toiling away looking for your big break. I will break you all tonight. Ms Page wants to allow me full access to her roster. So be it. Even Clement wasn’t that stupid. Tonight the “Legacy” of the God Complex will be known as all-powerful.

Nero and Ellie walk off....

Dressing room

Nero and Ellie walk back in the dressing room. She helps Nero remove his jacket and then walks over to the locker to fetch him his in-ring gear. She lets out a gasp and drops Nero’s boots. The Doctor turns around to see the commotion. Standing in the corner stands a very pale man with the florescent lights bouncing off what looks like his arm made of metal...

“I heard you were looking for me...”



To Be Continued...
 
#6 ·
California - United States - 1990​

Every corner meant something, every single turn made was made for a reason. There could be no mistake when drag racing, there could be no mistake. A mistake would kill you, a mistake would leave you broken. A mistake would be your final breath, the final time you saw the light of the world.

The car turned the corner, first.

Every day he remembered looking at the car outside Chicago. Every day he remembered the car that held his father, the same car that held his best friend. The same cart that would of held him if they'd be on the return trip. The car, a mangled mess of metal.

He turned another corner.

Barney Williams.

San Antonio, Texas - United States - 15 December 2015​

The cars sped from the line, each one as responsive as the driver behind the wheel. Slowly Barney Williams turned his car slowly into the first corner, feeling it respond under his touch. He didn't regret standing in for his friend, his friend deserved to survive. Plus, Barney had done this before.

He made the second turn slowly, the course they were following be following short with sharp turns. He was second, second wasn't bad. He could clear it easy enough. He could make the distance up, but he didn't have time to think about that. He made the third turn, only two more left. He eased the gas lightly, turning into the fourth turn after a few moments.

One...

He made the turn, not enough room left to make up the gap. He knew when to admit that, and slowly he come to a stop as the cars passed the line. He happily handed over the keys and flagged down a taxi to take him and his two friends home.

He was done with racing.
Las Vegas, Nevada - United States - 3 Days Before Alpha and Omega​

Everyday he trained for this moment. Everyday the man known as Barney Williams put his blood, sweat and tears into training. He wanted, he needed to be the best. It ran through him, the want to be best. He finally had the chance to prove it, to sit in the center of the squared circle and claim the iron throne.

He was the best.

He would run the gauntlet to prove it.

He lifted the weight slowly.

This wouldn't be his only chance to prove so. He held a bolt, a contract. The contract gave him the opportunity to challenge for the Legacy Championship whenever he wanted. However, he hadn't needed to use it to the get the opportunity in front of him. He didn't need to waste the perfect opportunity to claim a shot at the Iron Throne.

He had used an injury to get it.

He held the weight where it was, grunting.

Poor Cheri Hayven, innocent.

She'd been the boss' daughter, but she'd worked hard for everything she had. She hadn't sat down, she'd earned it all. Elric had wiped her out to take the belt for himself. Yet, his plan had backfired and Barney Williams had been, as well as all the other superstars, given an opportunity to fight for the Legacy Championship.

It wasn't right.

If he won, it wouldn't be right. If he won, he would be taking the belt from an injured champion. He'd be taking the belt from a champion who didn't even loose it. That wasn't fair, Barney Williams knew that.

Slowly he put the weight down, sighing.

He'd of defeated as many men, but it wouldn't be right. If he won that match, he would walk out to the ring on Vortex and vacate the championship. It was Cheri Hayven's belt until she lost it. She'd never lost it, she deserved to still be holding it.

Kyle Elric.

The people's man.

Until he wanted something.

Then he was a cheat, a lying cheat. He hurt people, he assaulted people to get what he wanted. Barney knew why he did it, it was all business at the end of the day. It was all business. To move up the PWC ladder you needed to make yourself known.

You didn't need to injure the champion to make yourself known.

Barney Williams knew what was happening. He would walk out to the ring, listen to the fans cheer his name. He would claim the championship, and he would place it in the middle of the ring. He would leave it there as he walked backstage. A production member would take the belt, it would remain vacant. He would fight fair for it, he wouldn't just take the championship from an injured champion.
 
#7 · (Edited)
First of all, my rep is not Raven. So if you made graphic then your christmas is cancelled you mother trucker.

Secondly, I feel rather proud of this. Put a bit of emotion into it for a chance. Very different from my usual stuff I feel. Even if I make the final 4 I'll be proud tbh but I feel this was strong enough to go further. Feedback welcomed and actually requested pls

Edit: Anyone know why my spoiler tags didn't work lmao am I a fkin retard or?

LEGACY

We fade up in the old gym. Battered it was. Broken windows, ripped posters, some tatty carpet the remains of the ring Shadow used to train in. Shadow sits upon the far right top corner. Wearing a black pair of jeans, a black hooded jumper and nothing but emptiness upon his face.

This place holds so much Legacy. This was the legacy, and Shadow is now the remains of Steve’s legacy.

Shadow stared at the exact spot he scored the pinfall for his first title. He could still hear the fans chanting, “Shadow! Shadow! Shadow!”

Only around 1000 slightly drunken over-committed smarks. But they were everything that night. That was the beginning of it all. One legged, he clawed himself to that top rope with all he had, he balanced himself just right, and he leapt into the air, driving himself down vertically, ramming his feet through the body of the champion. All he could do was barely reach over the champ with a hand for the cover. But it was enough. And Shadow, was born. His legacy, was born.

He hops down off the turn buckle, and leans against the ropes facing the back of the room. He stares at the spot where the machine area used to be. He would train for hours with Tony, getting stronger, getting faster.
There was so much history in this place, and even since he’d left and it was shut down, Shadow never truly felt it wasn’t there any more. Now Steve’s gone, maybe it is.

Suddenly, we hear the slam of the door. Stood at the door, is Kyle. Not wearing his usual suit, thinking he’s some hotshot business man. Well, he does own his own highly successful cell phone company, but this was no time to be bitter. What is Kyle doing here? Gym shorts, plain grey t-shit, nike trainers and a gym bag over his shoulder. He still wears his multi-thousand dollar gold rolex though. Fucking snob.

He walks towards the ring, climbs up onto the apron and drops his bag. He steps between the ropes and walks right up to Shadow…

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Many years ago…

We are in the gym. There’s about 600 people packed in. We’re still early in the promotion’s existence. A young man in a scruffy shirt and black jeans stands in the ring with a microphone.

“Introducing first. He weighs in at 200lbs. MATTY… EEEELLIOOOOT!!”

Out of the curtain bursts a very young Matty. Around 19 years of age, short spiked hair and some atrocious bright green and red tights. He pats hands with as many fans as he can. Ever the fan favourite. He leaps onto the apron and ascends to the top rope raising his arms and flashing a big cheesy smile. Let’s all take a second to appreciate that this gimmick died.

He stands in the ring now leant against the ropes, constant looking around at the people in attendance.

Suddenly, a chorus of boos erupts.

“Making his way down the aisle, weighing 230 lbs. He is KYLE DAAAAWWWWWS-“

During this, Kyle has stormed down to the ring, ripped the mic out of the guy’s hands and left the room silent.

They don’t need to know my surname. That’s not what I’m going to be remembered for. Get out of my ring and let me show these people WHY they will remember me.

Kyle throws the mic to the floor outside and attacks Matty. The bell rings and the match is underway.

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We fade up with Matty entering the locker room absolutely delighted, getting high fives off all the locker room. Shortly followed by Kyle limping in, getting commiserate handshakes from all the guys.

Match of the night!

Steve steps round the corner in total delight with the boys after the show they just put on.

Thanks Steve, but that was the first match of the night?

And it was the best. I’m half tempted to put you guys back out there last and leave Tony waiting for his title shot.

Not so fast Mr D!

Tony steps into view, bouncing on the balls of his feet, totally ready for his title shot.

This is my night. And though these boys just put on a clinic, it’s my job to go out there and put on a show. Gonna light it up, put this place on the map!

I hope you do Tony, but these guys are a tough act to follow. Never could ask for more from an opening fight.

Following great acts is what I’m all about. It’s why they call me, the Iron man.

Tony points to his quite honestly lame cheap iron man logo with his name in it on his merchandise t-shirt.

You aren’t walking out here with any highlights or any gold Tony. Big B has you and everyone who wants to challenge him’s number.

Look Kyle, you may be Mr D’s son, and you may be a great athlete, but you obviously don’t know squat. Now sit down and watch this main-eventer shine.

Matty looked on in awe at the ever-arrogant fan favourite Tony. He was a great idol and a true veteran of the game who deserved his moment.

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Later that night.

Big B is absolutely dominating Tony. He stands 6”9, weighs almost 320lbs. He is just a true machine. Swatting Tony down in the temple and chest. Each bone crushing hit sends Tony to the mat with a thud.

After about 10 minutes of this torture, Matty runs out the ring and checks on Tony. He is visibly in a lot of pain. The fans are in silence. The champion parades around the ring in celebration.

Out of nowhere Matty is blindsided by Kyle and sent to the cold hard wooden floor. Kyle grabs a steel chair and then the mic.

Since everyone is so keen on reminding me of my last name. Thinking I only got here cos of who my dad is. And questioning my authority. I decided that since I can, I’m making this contest no disqualifications.

Kyle drops the mic, marches up to the ring side where Tony’s head is hanging out the ring, resting against the post and smashes his head with the chair.

The fans scream in horror. Matty is on the apron. He springboard leaps into Big B who boots him out of the air and all the way to the floor.

Kyle hammers Tony with a chair from within the ring and leaves his carcas to the Champion. Big B hoists Tony up by his throat with just one arm. The then hit a a huge over-head suplex/chokeslam combination and covers Tony.

Tonight wasn’t his night. And even after the successful start, Matty’s night came to a horrific and painful end too. But the start of what could be a truly wonderful career.

Fade out.
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We fade back up in the present day. Kyle is staring a hole through Shadow in their old stomping ground. In the gym Kyle’s father, Steve, used to own.

What the hell are you doing here?

I knew I’d find you here…

And why exactly are you looking for me?

You’ve got a big match coming up, and I know you’re grieving. I also know when you grieve, you work.

What are you getting at?

When Tony grieves, he takes down time. He mopes around. Which is all well and good. But that ain’t gonna prepare you.

Shadow stares on in total confusion.

We’re gonna train. And you’re gonna walk out after that Pay-Per-View a champion.

This was so uncharacteristic of Kyle, Shadow had no idea what to say.

Why should I train with you? We’ve barely spoken for years.

Because I’m the best damn match you’ve ever had and you know that for a fact.

Kyle takes his ridiculously priced watch and lays it in the corner.

Now let’s do this.

Shadow and Kyle train for hours. Sparring in the ring, Kyle setting Shadow on drills. Kyle may have suffered a career ending injury but damn he could still go. Shadow wasn't sure if he’d just not lost a step, or had full on gained one. Bobbing and weaving, ducking and diving. Both men were so in-sync and so on par, even after all the lost years of hatred and jealousy. It’s funny, how such a dramatic loss can bring people together…

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Hours later.

Some of the old weight machines are up at the back of building. The men had done their best to use/repair them. There was no electricity so the treadmill was off limits, however Kyle had instructed Shadow to do a few laps of the building. Both men stood in the ring absolutely exhausted.

Right, come on

I don’t know if I’ve got anything left.

No look, one last drill. The first competitive one.

Shadow listened as he was curious.

Kyle got on his knees and instructed Shadow to do the same.

Who was state champion in college, remind me?

Shadow laughed. It was Kyle. He was always the more superior mat-based athlete.

Come on Kyle, you’re not fit for this.

Not fit? If I wanted too I could sell my business tomorrow, walk into that PWC and kick your ass every which way going. The injury I suffered was a “One last knock and you’re done” thing. I am not immobile.

Shadow sighs

Fine. But I’m not being held responsible.

The men engage and within 10 seconds Kyle has Shadow pinned and beaten.

Shadow jumps to his feet in shock.

You think that’s gonna win you the title?

How the hell did you beat me?

Your focus. I’ve been able to tell all session. Yeah your focus is on working hard and winning. But you need to take a moment. Think before you act. What could the consequences of your actions be? Every time you go up to that top rope, you’re a step closer to elimination.

Kyle, my whole style is based on that top rope.

And that’s fine. But look what happened to me. I didn’t lose a match Shadow, I lost my future. Fair enough I built another one, but when I see you in that ring. When I watch PWC. I’m full of envy. I am. There’s nothing I would love more than to be out there, doing what you guys do. Living my dream. You’re living the dream Shadow. You’re living our dream. When did it stop being ours and just become YOURS?!

Kyle storms away into the corner, collects his watch, steps out of the ring and begins to leave.

Kyle… I, I had no idea.

No. Cos you never asked. Not you, not my dad, NO ONE. No one ever cares about fucking Kyle do they. These past years you’ve been living life assuming I hated you. Because I didn’t speak after the accident? I was waiting for you. I was waiting for dad. You took my dad from my Matty. You took my dream. But still, do I hate you? No. I love you like a brother. That moment in the hospital. When we thought Dad was gone. I realised how much I missed having my family.

This flurry of emotion was so unexpected; Shadow has no idea where to put himself.

Now he is gone, what have I got left? What good is a business with no one to spend the profits on. What good a high quality life with no one to spend it with? What goods family when they aren’t there to pick you up.

Kyle, I’m so sorry, I didn’t-

It’s too late to be sorry Matty! Look I’ll happily train with you, and help you. Cos I’ll be damned if we both lose our dream. This. This is and always will be OUR dream. I’m taking it back. I’m taking full responsibility for you and your performances from now.

You have no idea how much that means.

Stop.

Kyle walks back upto the ring and climbs onto the apron.

You are gonna walk into that PPV, and you are gonna fight. You’re gonna go through man, after man, after man. Like I’ve seen you do. It doesn’t matter who. Elric, Crowley, Nero. Every last one of them. Former champs, future stars, absolute beasts of men. You’re gonna do it for us. For OUR legacy. And most importantly. You’re gonna do it for Dad. For the Dawson legacy. He trained a lot of guys, a lot of great guys. You were always the best Matty. I never really wanted to admit it. He had stars like Tony, guys like Big B. But you were the one who made it. You’re the star. You are his Legacy Matty, so you’re bringing that belt home.

Kyle steps down off the apron, and walks away. Just before he reaches the door:

What if I don’t?

Kyle turns his head and looks at Shadow.

What would my dad say?

That’s not an option.

Kyle smirks, turns, and leaves.


Cut to black.
 
#13 · (Edited)
Yes deadline is tomorrow 11:59 pm GMT.


7:59pm EST.

I tagged everybody when it was changed.
 
#15 · (Edited)
You are destined for greatness, William Gust. I remember hearing those words, constantly, when I was younger. I had the blond locks, the blue eyes, I had the smile, the voice, I had "It." No I didn't have "It." I was in fact "It". I was "It" growing up, movie roles, a black belt in Karate, hottest girls on the block, I had everything going for me. William Gust was the man on top of the world.

At least that's how my life's been for the last 21 years. William Gust thinks to himself.

Scene opens to William Gust, sitting alone, in his Los Angeles Apartment. Alcohol bottles are littered across the ground.. Hard Alcohol.. Along with headache pills, with the strong combination of smoke from cigarettes, and marijuana flood the air. Dark, Depressing, just the way, William Gust likes it.

A knock on the door is heard.

William Gust: Who is it? I'm busy

Marcus: Its Marcus

Oh shit. Come on in..

What did you bring me.


Motherfucker, listen.. Are you going to start preaching to me, about firing your little homeboy, weeks ago huh? What is it, are you going to tell me he needs help. Everybody always wants something from me. Everybody always wants something from William Gust, and you and everyone else act like I don't give. Do you know how much money I donate to charity, do you know how much? Whatever your house, is worth, times 2. Ok, so what is it, huh? Tell me how much he needs help. Come on lay it on me.

Sir he's not the one who needs help.

Oh, so are you the one who needs help. Well what do you need huh? Money, Alcohol, Autographed pictures, How can I? William Gust help you.

I'm not the one who needs help. Actually I came here to help you.

Excuse you. I don't need help from anyone, let alone my security guard, who by the way, is very soon to have put William Gust's former Security Guard, on his resume. Actually no, do you know how you can help me? By getting the fuck out.


Marcus sits down.

I'm not leaving until we sit here and talk.

What the fuck have we been doing since you walked in, huh? What twiddling our thumbs, sticking our fingers up the asses. I'm moving my mouth right? Words are coming out right? This is talking, we have talked. So can you please leave me alone.

Marcus shakes his head.

Who the fuck are you? To shake your head at me huh? I'm a star? I'm William Fucking Gust? Emmy Award Winner? Shoe in for the walk of fame? Who are you, to say No to William Gust.

Your Friend.

What?

I've never heard someone call me their friend in a long time, William Gust thinks to himself.

You know what, you got 5 mins, you want some of my time, you got it, actually hold on.

William Gust grabs his phone and sets the alarm timer for 5 mins.

Ok.. Talk.

What's happened to you lately? Ever since you've stepped foot in PWC, you've still kept running your mouth.

Like only William Gust can, so what's your point.

My point is you've been running your mouth, but I don't see your passion anymore. I've been with you for a long time. I was with you every time someone offered you a big movie deal, I was there when you recieved phone calls from your agents to be on talk shows, when you were nominated for an emmy, and when all those things happened, I can look at you and I can see you were sure of yourself, that you William Gust would knock everything out of the park.

And I hit a homerun each time.

Well being there, when you got signed to PWC, at your press conference, you didn't seem so sure of yourself.

What the hell are you talking about.

You know what I'm talking about? I've been around you, more then anyone, more then your family, more then your so called best friends, and I can look at you and tell you are not the William Gust I knew.

I'm still William Gust damn it. I still got the golden long hair, the voice that makes angels swoon, the best body in the world, I still got the smile, and I still got the passion.

I don't believe it. And hearing the way you said all that right now, I don't think you believe it either.

After a long pause the timer goes off.

Well I better be going. If you're going to fire me that's fine, send me my resignation by mail. I just thought, no... I knew you needed to hear that.

Marcus Gets up and walks toward the door.

Wait...

Gust walks towards him..

Do you want to know what happened to William Gust? Let me tell you what happened to William Gust. Sit back down, since you want to know so badly.

They both sit back down.

Growing up I've always wanted to be a professional wrestler, but my mom and my dad would always prevent me from training, or even play fighting in the backyard, because they didn't want their golden child getting injured and missing the next big movie, and didn't want me to ruin their dream of me being a superstar. And my dream, was to live up to my parents expectations. And I hid my love of professional wrestling, or at least tried too. But whenever I'm alone, I'm on youtube, I'm online looking at clips and clips and clips of wrestling matches, and eventually my own dream of being a professional wrestler came back to me. And I realized the more movies I make, that I could become the greatest crossover star of all time. And you know what, I'm 21 now, I thought I lived my parents dreams long enough. I called PWA, I call the owners, and told them I'm training, and I'm coming, and I trained, and I trained, and finally the world was ready for William Gust's debut. When I felt something I never felt before... Fear.. Fear that what if I'm not good at this. Sure you're probably thinking I I could just go back to doing movies, or whatever, if this doesn't work out. But you don't understand, I need this to work out. I need to be a professional wrestler, because if I don't, all those years of waiting and biding my time, to achieve my dreams of not only being a wrestler, but a great professional wrestler, will turn into a nightmare, and then I have to go back faking a smile, and doing autograph sessions, being a good person. But I'm not.. I'm an asshole, I'm dirty, I'm filthy, I want to grow beards, and wear stupid capes, and wrestling allows me to be an asshole who wears capes, and fight, people who I respected.
Marcus, You don't understand, Wrestling is all I have. And if I don't succeed at this, I'll be an empty shell for the rest of my life.

Well do you think you can do that, being this William Gust, the fearful William Gust, the no balls having William Gust, Huh?

No... No I can't.


Cause the William Gust I know, is a champion. The William Gust I know, takes life by the balls, never backs down, and always pulls through. And wins.

That's nice but, I think I've already blew my chances of proving I could be a champion here, I've lost, and my hype, its dead.

That's true... But, there's something you need to know.

What?

When you were busy, partying all day today, I got a hold of your cell phone. And you got a call from PWC. They said you have an opportunity to be part of a gauntlet. And the winner of that gauntlet becames the new PWC World Heavyweight Champion.

That means..

It means all the hype, all the dreams you had of being a successful wrestler, of being a champion here in PWC. You can achieve it all, in one night. One night, but William Gust, you're going to have to be cutthroat, because Gust.. No one actually believes you can win. And I'm still not sure yet if I believe in you.

Well Marcus, I believe in me. I'm going to do the unthinkable, I'm going to shock the PWC Roster, I'm going to shock the world. And I am going to become the PWC World Heavyweight Champion, Because I'm William Gust, and shocking the world is what I do.

Yea let me feel your passion.

I'm going to hit continuous Hardware malfunction, after hardware malfunction, and I'm going to do it until my elbows are soar, until I'm the last man standing, and with my messed up elbows messed up, I will gain the strength at the end of the night, to hold up the PWC World Heavyweight Championship.

This is the William Gust I believe in. This is the William Gust I know. This is the William Gust is Destined for Greatness. Time to get you're ready.

Actually no need for that. Because I William Gust, Was born Ready.

Let's start the bus, because the Gust or Bust Tour is heading to PWC alpha and Omega.


END SCENE.
 
#18 ·




****




***

Moving like a shadow, Stephen entered his daughter’s white room. Lying in a swath of moonlight, Lilith slept in the exact center of her small bed in the midst of a sea of drawings where she put her emotions thinking, imagining she’s an artist just like her mother.

Lullaby.

Reaching, careful not to wake her, Stephen lifted the miniature silver crown from her hair. Tenderly, he untangled a few errant stand and smoothed them gently back into place. Her lashes fluttered against her cheek and he froze, not daring to breathe.

Who would have thought you would have had such reaction-

Suddenly, she opened her eyes looked at him and smiled.

Did you wake up? Hello…

When I first opened my eyes the name given to her… really loved that name.

She sat straight up and nodded.

Daddy, if the stars are missing, would you spare time for moon to sight?

And if the stars aren’t there, would you still appreciate the night like you always do?

Um… you really do observe me?

A book full of surprises.

She giggled a little before answering.

Yes, daddy I do. I know you like to go out to watch the sky to see the moon and stars every night after coming to my room to wish me a good night.

Before he could speak, she plopped her head down on her pillow and closed her eyes sound sleep again. Marveling, he watched her easy breathing and wondered how she did it.

I gaze at the moon – Are you looking at it too?

The beauty I see in the moon cannot compare to the beauty that I see in you.

He rubbed his right hand gently across her forehead, feeling her softness and warmth, which brought a slight smile to his face.

In a dream we are connected.

Taking a step back from her bed, his eyes never left her. He glanced at the room to embed the scene deep in his memory. As he turned to walk out of the room, he glanced at the wall next to the door to see the many drawings hanging there. One caught his eye. -A bright sun.

For a moment old memories are reflected in his eyes as he close the door.

Goodnight, always, to all that is pure that’s in your heart.

Protect her for a lifetime.


****


Flashback.



***

Stephen is sitting on the steps of the porch drawing with a pencil on a pad taken from his knapsack. Every cool autumn afternoon he sat there thinking, drawing he had a talent no one knew he had before soon it became a habit. The day before a storm begun a tie meant to last forever was scattered in pieces. Tommy and I got along well with each other and never fought or argued. Our rooms were next to each other.

Since when our paths started to part?

We both started from the same place our thoughts were always so different but we remain together. I always followed my instincts and never changed who I was. What I was seeking never changed.

Legacy.

My room used to be white I remember I always closed my eyes and saw a canvas before me. And depending on my thoughts, the painting instantaneously changed before my eyes, and everything was so harmonious, masterpieces were created.

But no one like you.

An unread book on my desk, a pair of broken headphones on my bed, a guitar and music floating in the air. A clouded loneliness.

On the other side of the wall, not only had the scenery changed, but also the ambient. Somber eyes, a tenebrous darkness, a moonless sky. The relative darkness inside the room did not permit close inspection, and my imagination did not go beyond what I could see. As we wrestled along that rainy day you confessed to me your intentions, I finally knew that everything was different, I finally knew you changed.

Everything but the rain.

The memories of old shadows unfolding like clenched fists flooded my brain. I could heard the voices whispering warnings, and I recalled the walls of my room pulsating like the walls of a quickened heart. Threatening me and them. Your face shown calm waters that you couldn’t be better. But your eyes rage a storm the lightning crackles within them. The wind whipped at your soul. It was the calm before the storm.

You knew me like I knew you… brother, friend. .

The next day I was sitting on the stairs of the front porch of the house drawing in a sketchbook trapped right in the middle between my fear of loneliness and my plan. Katherine and her family just moved from another town. I saw her standing there in the church the other day. I knew someone else was coming, someone who had been observed me before.

Here comes the sun.

Katherine climbed the steps so she could see what I was drawing. On the page, rendered in pencil, was an amazing black wolf with an intense yet softer posture his eyes were full of surprise and confusion. In the moonlight who covered the background the animal looked like a sculpture of antiqued silver. Gold was such a color who always escaped my canvas so close yet so far away to touch it.

I expected her to pass but she didn’t. Instead, she walked directly towards me, sat down next to me and casually looked at what I was drawing once again. Our first exchange of thoughts.

I like how you are concentrating on your drawing. You seem to be thinking carefully about your drawing. That’s great. I wish you could see my oil portraits. Or the watercolors I did last year.

Katherine was truly one of a kind. She enjoyed wearing strange clothes and doing things no one else would. I noticed, that she always sat alone. And thought maybe that she didn’t have any friends.

I lifted my head and looked at her and told her how much I’d have loved to see her work. Her eyes gleamed as she heaved a sigh of relief that bore a tender smile. She was very good at entertaining me with stories that showed her in a humorous light, and always with an innocence that one strongly suspected false.

Don’t ever change.

Our trust grew. We promised to be there for each other. Day passed by and we became closer each day. She kept her promise. She protected and watched over me and I in turn did the same.

Protect her for a lifetime.


****



-Present time.



***

A black pair of boots march through the hallway slowly, slightly, his steps are confident and heavy. On the other frame tiny feet in white socks walk in a slow tenderness though the hall. Their steps seemed synchronized as they moved easily together in nearly perfect unison. Different paths connected to each other, bonds never fail. Let all the distance disappear.

I am here, you are there, yet we both are near.

His steps finally stopped. He stood up before a black curtain the steam of his breath swirled around him. The ground beneath him began to tremble like a tremor was underway. A sea of crowd began vibrating, stirring around until they had made holes in the ground. The ground soon began to open and he could almost bet there was something underneath struggling to get out from the Sin City. Soon the crowd erupts in wild chants. He could hear the names of Austin Angel, Shadow, Jensen or Barney across the arena. And through a thin slit beads of light poured over his eyes where he could see signs with names such as; Daiko, Bruce Thorn, Nero or Elric. Heroes and Icons.

But where is your name?


***

Her steps stopped. She peered in the archway of the living room where she could hear shots, thuds coming from the TV. Her head had been filled with questions.

Mommy where is Daddy?

Katherine was sitting in front of the TV waiting for the match of his husband. As she saw her daughter she opened her arms wide to embrace her tightly around her. She ran her fingers through her hair then ran her thumb across the curve of her jaw.

He is there ready to fight for a legacy for his family… for you. You see every day you eat, sleep, breathe. You grow up, learning something new. For your father it’s like living in a dream. You are one of the reasons we are trying to change this world to expand this dream into a wonderful future. You are his masterpiece.

Some of the worry disappeared from her eyes before she fell asleep.

Never ending my dream.



***


He clenched his hands into fist at his sides as the lights fade minutes before his theme hit the arena.

They see us as the bad and evil monsters they fear. They see me as the leader of a cult, a man who seek nothing but blood and violence. I should feel pity for their eyes who can’t see that the darker they become the brighter we shine. I have never looked for fame as fame builds heroes and icons, and none of them is me. Yellow, red, black or white, the only colors filling these grounds.

The question she made to him the night before resounded in his mind.

Lilith, passing through this curtain are all the stars that no longer belong to the sky. Here, heroes and icons march following the path to the glory. They ignore the pain, no signs of weakness, no signs of weariness, not even a glimpse of fear in their eyes. Step by step, the closer they get to the ring the clearer their eyes can see it.

Alpha & Omega.

Men flying within and through the ropes like animals attacking its prey. A place where nothing is ever safe and sound.

Welcome to the land of stardust where it rains gold.

I hear the drum of my heart cracking a tune waiting for the bell to toll.

Desire, astounds by glint of a smile.

Each of us is a painter given a canvas called life. And in mine the gold always eluded me to touch it. Like an artist creating his very own, masterpiece, on fine canvas I created you. After crushing with my opponents in the battlefield. There will only be a gold mist hanging in the air hovering above the crowd. And in that moment I want to see your smile shine brightly through the gold of the Legacy title.

My legacy.

I have received the bigger blessing.

There is no greater gift. Forget the silver, forget the pain, from life such things are born. But if my eyes were meant to change the world. Know this: the moment is now.

Your thoughts echo in your actions.

Do it for her…

The muscle in his jaw flex with tension as he slowly takes a step forward that groaned beneath his feet as he made his way through the ring covering in darkness. A black wolf.​
 
#20 ·
Austin Angel RP:



As the scene opens Austin Angel is in a crowded parkour park in Los Angeles. Angel stands back for a minute watching the other people there practicing their skills, then when it's his turn takes off running and hops over a little wall with ease, followed by jumping onto a bigger wall and scaling it quickly. Angel then backflips off and continues through the rest of the course.

Legacy Gauntlet, my time to shine. My time to figure out who paid off Derek Jacobs to attack me.

Angel darts over to the metal bars and leaps onto the lowest point, then runs across the top of the bars until he reaches the end which is in a circle, and leaps across to the other set of metal bars, grabbing the bottom of the closest bar.

It's gonna be a war of a match, and only one of us can walk out with the Legacy Championship, I've had my chances before and come up short. But in the Legacy Gauntlet I can not fail, I will not fail.

Angel uses his strengh to swing his body up onto the top of the metal bar, and with a small crowd watching the parkour expert, he runs a couple feet to the end of the bar then side flips off it, landing on his feet as he hits the ground.

I've had hard luck recently but all that will be made up for if I take the championship. But before I can win the championship I have multiple demons to face in the match itself.

Angel walks over to the main cement tower, and looks up at it before taking a deep breath and jumping onto the lowest wall.

Derek Jacobs, the man who screwed me out of the Television Championship. I hope he's already in the ring when I enter the match, because if he is I'm gunning right for him, beating his ass and finding a way to eliminate him from the match.

Angel then jumps onto the next level of the tower and make a run towards the hole in the wall leading to the top level, but stops when he realizes he didn't jump in time and backs up.

Crowley. In a match like this he's surely going to be one of the most dangerous guys in it. He'll do anything to win and who knows if he can uses his demonic ways to convince people to do his dirty work. Surely getting rid of him as soon as possible would be beneficial.

Angel now makes another run at the hole in the wall, and jumps onto it successfully then pulls himself up to the top of the wall. Angel now carefully walks across the top of the wall, then jumps for the very top point of the tower and successfully reaches it. Angel stands alone at the top and looks down at the sea of people below him for a moment with a smile on his face.

Bruce Thorn Jr. He's easily the favorite to win coming in with one championship already and has been my biggest rival since returning to PWC. I wouldn't be surprised if it ended up coming down to him and I, but I've never beat him before and somehow, someway, I need to eliminate him from this Gauntlet. When I enter the Legacy Gauntlet, it's time to put up or shut up and if I lose, maybe just maybe it'll be proof I shouldn't have come back in the first place.

Angel now begins his descent down the tower and after reaching the bottom, the scene fades to black.
 
#21 ·
BRUCE THORN JR.

Alpha & Omega

15 years ago…..

After everything we’ve been through. This is how you want it to end, like some coward running away.

This isn’t personal Tommy, but you know my position here. I can't take that risk.

Tommy Thorn ran his fingers through his thick brown hair. He stopped himself then, it was nervous habit. It was his “tell”, he couldn’t afford that here. He needed to be strong and focused now. He needed to convince his friend and business partner Jim or everything he worked for could be lost.

Jim, how long have we known each other? I built Thorn Championship Wrestling from the ground up, on my own. You know how much I sacrificed to make this place a reality. I can’t give it up now, I won’t.

I understand what this means to you old friend, I do. But you know what happens to people who cross them. I can’t do it. I have a family, Tommy. They need me.


The sadness in Jim’s voice cut through Tommy. He knew this was tearing him apart. Tommy had run all TCW’s events from Jim’s building since he started the promotion. But business had taken a turn for the worse when he took the risk of taking the promotion on the road and TCW couldn’t afford to relocate from its homebase now. There was no way Tommy could find another building at the same cost.

The Police…

They own most of the police here, you know that Tom.

Tommy lifted himself from his chair and paced around the office he’d spent many a long lonely night building a dream. He looked at the picture standing on his table. His brother gave him that, a picture of his family all around him the day he opened Thorn Championship Wrestling. He saw the pride in his father’s eyes. A pride he hadn’t known until that moment.

Tommy wasn’t like his older brother Bruce, the apple of his parent’s eye. Bruce was strong and athletic and a skillful wrestler, he was everything a Thorn should be. Tommy was always slow and weak, nothing like his brother or his father. But he always had his mind, it was quicker than any chain wrestling move his brother could perform and he used that to build this place, a place where he could finally step away from the long shadows cast by his family name. It was a place where he finally saw the pride in his father’s eyes. And now he could lose it all.


What about your family, Tommy? They’re all so successful in this business I’m sure they’d be willing to help if you told them…

I can’t do that. I won’t do that. Asking my family for help now would mean I failed, I promised myself that would never happen. We started this together, Jim. You can’t sell him the building, please!

I have to, he threatened…..he threatened the kids, Tom.

Jim looked away helplessly, his eyes were filled with fear. Everyone knew those threats weren’t just threats, they were promises. Tommy knew then he couldn’t ask him to take this risk, not with his family. He placed a reassuring hand on his old friend’s shoulder.

They want you to stay though Tommy, you could stay.

We both know why. TCW will turn into a place to launder their money, a place he can control where he and his associates can make their deals out in the open, yet subtle enough so that no one bats an eyelid. I don’t know if I could live with that, helping these people spread their evil and making this city a worst place to live in.

This time it was Jim who placed a reassuring hand on Tommy’s shoulder.

It’s either that or lose all of this, Tom. You have to decide what’s more important to you.

My dream or my soul.


Present day, 3 days before Vortex

Bruce Thorn lifts another huge weight above his head as he pushes his body beyond it’s limits, readying himself for what’s to come. He’d faced challenge after challenge since winning the Television Title. Whether it was the brave Austin Angel who gave his all for the family he loved or Daiko who gave his all for the title he was obsessed with, Thorn faced each challenge with a new sense of urgency, with a zest and desire to win and make the TV Title mean something more. Last week from Vortex in his hometown he had the highest point of his career. He lifted the TV Title over his head with people he grew up with all around him in one of the most exhilarating experiences of his life. It was something he’d never forget. But standing in front of him lay an even larger challenge, battling the monster Derek Jacobs and competing in what may be the most grueling match in PWC history the Legacy Gauntlet. Thorn stepped over to Doug Ramsey analysing his every move.

Any fancy statistics I should know?

Doug rolled his eyes.

You can lift really heavy weights.

Tremendous analysis Doug, we don’t pay you enough.

Bruce chuckles lightly as Doug eyes shifted nervously around the room.

What’s wrong?

Did you tell Tommy about what we did at the Bruno’s yet?

Thorn ran his fingers through his sweat filled hair before taking a seat next to Ramsey.

We’re not telling Tommy about that.

But Bruce….

No, Tommy doesn’t need to know. It would just complicate everything. Not until we find something substantial we can link Bruno to.

And what about Casey? She’s so nice, Bruce. What happens when she finds out.

Thorn takes a deep breath, filling his chest with air and guilt all at once. He knew the consequences of his actions, how going after her father would hurt Casey, someone he’d grown to care deeply about. But what else could he do? Did his revenge mean more to him than his feelings for the girl? He had to see this through now, he’d come too far, he’d waited too long for truth.


It’s not like we found anything yet. I’ve gone through almost all those files and there’s nothing that links Bruno to your family.

We need to go over it again, there has to be something.Let me see that list again.

Doug apprehensively digs into his bag and pulls out the list of all of the Bruno family’s business interests. Bruce looks over the long list again, looking for something, anything to use.


It’s a little longer than the last one I gave you. He owns an ice cream shop, can you believe that. But it’s probably just another front; imagine being a parent in that neighbourhood.

Wait, is this right?

Thorn pointed frantically at the piece of paper.

Yeah it is.

I know that building. Years ago, Uncle Tommy used to run his wrestling company out of there.


15 years ago….

I told you Thorn. Keep your mouth shut and you can run your little wrestling company however you want.

He strode around Tommy’s office, puffing lightly on his cigar. He picked up the picture Tommy treasured with a mocking smile passing his lips. Tommy grasped the picture away from this man with no honour. His huge bodyguard stepped between them. A man with uncaring eyes and a scare down his cheek.

And I told you I don’t want you backstage at my shows. You bring whatever business associate you want, but stay away from the wrestlers.

Another taunting laugh, his eyes flicked with villainous intent. Tommy knew now why so many feared him. Those eyes left you with no doubt, cross him and you and all those you loved were at his mercy.


Don’t worry Thorn, you just keep your mouth shut about everything else and I’ll leave your little show alone. Sandro lets go.


Anthony Bruno swaggered out of Tommy’s office with his behemoth in toe. Tommy looked down at the picture of his family, all so proud. What would they think of him if they knew.


Present day, Las Vegas, 3 hours before Alpha and Omega.

Uncle Tom, Uncle Tom.

Bruce snaps his fingers trying to get his uncle’s attention, a man deep in thought.

Our interview's up next.

Tommy smiled back at his charge.

You ready, son.

The PWC backstage cameras switch on as Bruce and Tommy Thorn address the audience.

My nephew’s fought every challenge that’s come his way. He's taken on every challenger with hunger and vigour and bought prestige to this Television Title and tonight will be no different. Mr. Jacobs, you may be a monster, but tonight you face a man utterly without fear. He can’t wait to show the world that even monsters can fall.

Tommy steps aside as his nephew stares directly into the camera.

I know what I’m up against tonight Jacobs. You may be the biggest, baddest man in PWC. But this TV Title...


Thorn points to the title slang over his shoulder.

This means something, Jacobs. This is the fighting champion's belt. It means you fight even if the other man is bigger and badder than you. I know you’re going to beat the hell out of me tonight, but I face that challenge gladly and remember, I intend on doing exactly the same thing to you.

Tommy Thorn taps the title on Bruce’s shoulder.

But tonight is much more than just that, tonight history is made when we crown a new Legacy Champion in the Legacy Gauntlet match.

Bruce nods his head intently before addressing the camera again.

I know what people are saying. How do you survive a match with Derek Jacobs and then go into the most gruelling match maybe in the history of PWC against some of the best this company has ever had to offer and expect to win.

They say it’s impossible, they say it can’t be done.

I say tonight we make impossible a reality. I say tonight I become the first double champion in PWC history.


The scenes fades out as Bruce and Tommy Thorn walk away.

Tommy looks up at his nephew as they stride away with a sad smile on his lips.

Bruce, promise me something.

I promise I'll win the tonight. Thorn said with a smile of his own.

That too, yes, ha.

But I know how much you want to step away from the shadow of our family name hanging over you, but just remember.....don't lose yourself in the process okay. Always remember who you are.


Always. Uncle Tom, always.
 
#22 · (Edited)
JENSEN: New Territory




Los Angeles, Ca
Two days before Alpha and Omega


My palms were sweaty.


People say that is a sure sign of stress and nervousness, and at this instant I am going to have to agree with them. As drops of sweat continued to fall down my forehead, I couldn't help but take a peak from behind the curtain and get a glimpse of what I was to face. The first thing I noticed is that it was a packed show. As one of the biggest television programs in the country that was to be expected. Not only was the show packed, it was also a live and rowdy crowd. A crowd that can turn on you in a moment's notice.

Pressure is nothing new to me.

I've wrestled almost half of my life, so I know what it feels like to be expected to perform to everyone's expectations. But life in the PWC is different than live television. Wrestling is something I know like the back of my sweaty hands. There is a lot of pressure put on me, but I don't put a lot of pressure on myself. I feel if I play my game, wrestle the way I know how, things would take care of themselves inside the ring.

This was different. This was something new.



Right now I was headed into uncharted territories. Though new experiences can be fun and life changing, the moments leading up to it can be quite frightening. But these are the moments we live for. These are the moments we grow as people. Still though, I couldn't help but think about how I got here...

24 hours earlier
PWC Headquarters

Jensen: You see doctor, it hurts when I do this.


Doctor: I don't quite know what you are showing me. You are just laying on the ground with your head buried in a pillow. As far as I can tell you are just living.

Jensen: Exactly. Don't you think I need some time off?

Doctor: I don't know if I am the right doctor for this.

Brittany Page: Alright Jensen, that's enough. Doctor you are excused.


The doctor quickly exited Brittany Page's office while I remained stationary on the floor like a very expensive rug. While there was a rather large, comfortable chair positioned right in front of Mr. Clement's assistant, I was more at ease laying on the ground. It also required less effort than sitting upright

Brittany Page: We need to talk. I know your assistant or whatever quit, but you need to pull yourself together.

For the most part the office looked the same. The ridiculously sized desk remained the center piece of the office and with the exception of a few photos, very little had been added.

Jensen: Wait, how did you know that?

Brittney Page: It is my job to know what is going on with my employees. Also,it was broadcast on national television.

Jensen: Man, I was really hoping they cut that part out.

Brittany Page: No,that was important we kept it in, really showed that you are not some tough guy. It made you seem even more relatable. In fact, it was one of the most watched episodes of A look Inside. With a big movie coming out a connection with your audience can be key....

I nodded as she continued speaking to me.

With that being said, we can't have you moping around much longer. That's why I have set up another big opportunity for you. It will help with the promotion of Special OP's: Thundergun Protocol, as well as firmly establish you in the public eye. It would get you some huge fanfare heading into the Legacy Gauntlet.


Jensen: Oh I don't know. I am a bit tired of promotional work. And my head is so clouded with stuff I can't think clearly anymore. I really think some time off would do wonders for me. I mean I feel as if I stepped into a puddle, messed with the Zohan, and forgot about Dre. I have a major case of the "Mondays"


Brittany Page: I thought you might say that. I took precautions and invited a special guest to talk some sense into you.


Brittany Page then reached for her phone and asked an unknown PWC staff member to send the guest in. As I did, I buried my head further into the pillow.

????: You need to get up sweetie. It's time to snap out of it.


I instantly sat up. It was hard not to recognize the slight French-Canadian twang in her voice.


Jensen: Morgan?


Brittany Page: You have my office for ten minutes. In that time this whole talk of time off better be resolved. Alpha and Omega is right around the corner, so I need you at your best.


As Brittany Page left the room, Morgan dropped down and sat next to me on the floor.


Morgan: I thought you could use a friend. So how are you doing?

Jensen: Not too good actually. A bit like a room without a roof if I'm to be honest.


Morgan: Listen, I know that you haven't been the same since Alison quit, so I want to let you know that you are more than just a co-star, you are also my friend. Taking some time off isn't the best thing for you, especially with the Legacy belt hanging on the line.


Jensen: I know. It is a big match with the best of PWC has to offer, I just feel burned out. Sort of like I lost some of my spark.


Morgan: Well that is why I am here. Let me show you something.


Morgan reached in her very expensive looking bag and pulled out her phone. After a few seconds of scrolling, she opened up a video.


Morgan: You want motivation, how about this?


Morgan hit play on the video.

A look Inside said:
Jillian Reid: So Jensen, tell me about wrestling and what it means to you.

Jensen: Wow, what can I say about wrestling, it is everything to me. People think it is violent and ridiculous, but to me it is a way to better myself. My entire life I felt lost, but when I discovered wrestling, my life changed for the better. I love wrestling so much that I spent every dime I had on wrestling school when I was still in High school. Though at the time I didn't know I was being swindled. I should have known better when the first lesson I received was how to properly spell the word wrestling.


Jillian Reid: Was that disappointing to you

Jensen: You bet it was, but that's ok. In life disappointment is inevitable. But to be discouraged and give up, that's a choice one makes. Sure my first wrestling school was a scam, didn't stop me from joining another. The day I graduated was the best day of my life. I even became a part time instructor for a while. My other school just gave me a briefcase full of shredded up newspapers.....



After the video finished I decided to finally sit up. I looked down at the pillow and saw a huge dent from where my head was resting.


Jensen: Thank you Morgan


Morgan: Any time. Now if you don't mind, I would love to accompany you to LA.

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I stood and stared and awaited my cue. After a few more minutes a stage hand approached me and informed me that they were just about ready for me. My heart began to race faster as what felt like Judgment Day approached.
TV Show Host: And next up on the Happy Hour Fun Time show, its another great segment from Professor Scientist!


At that moment a man in a lab coat and goggles walked onto the stage and stepped in front of a blue screen. The image displayed the solar system.


Professor Scientist: Hiya Kids! You ready to learn and have fun.


The Kids in the audience all screamed "Yes!"

Professor Scientist: That's great. Now today we are going to be learning about the planet Venus. And to help me, lets bring out our good friend Astro-Boy!


That was my cue. I walked onto the stage wearing a jump suit similar to what an astronaut would wear. As I stepped onto the stage, the kids in the audience cheered. I took a position next to Professor Scientist and set my space helmet on the table next to us. My heart was racing as I stood there in front of the audience.


Professor Scientist: This isn't Astro-boy, this is my good friend Jensen the Wrestler!


Jensen: Hi Professor Scientist! I heard you mention my favorite planet in the Universe, Venus!

It was difficult to keep my voice from cracking.

Professor Scientist: I sure did! Say Jensen, what can you tell us about the planet Venus?


Jensen: I can tell you a lot. For instance is named after the Roman goddess of beauty, it is the third planet from the sun, and it is super hot!


Professor Scientist: I love hot places, is Venus covered with beaches? If so, that sounds like a place I would love to visit.


Jensen: Oh its hot alright, but you won't find any beaches there! It's so hot, rather than getting a nice tan, you will end up dead!

Professor Scientist: That doesn't sound nice at all. Why is it so hot?

Jensen: It is hot because of the Greenhouse Effect!

Without warning, a loud alarm starting ringing throughout the studio. Everyone in the audience started cheering as I stood there confused. Suddenly a man in a bear suit dancing to disco music came out on stage.

Professor Scientist: It looks like Jensen used the secret word today! You know what that means!

The bear than pulled a lever and several pies came flying in my direction. At that moment the stress from earlier fully disappeared. I was now ready for anything.


As the audience cheered, I only had one thought. The legacy title. If I can get through this show with a bunch of rowdy kids, I can get through the Gauntlet. To be a champion, you have to learn to handle stress and pressure. But if you are prepared mentally and physically you don't have to worry. Bruce Thorn JR, Crowley, Nero, Jacobs, etc, I hope you can handle the pressure as well as I can. We are all facing uncharted territory here and I will not buckle under the weight.


As I wiped several large chunks of pie from my face, I looked into the audience to see a smiling Morgan.


TO BE CONTINUED....




 
#23 ·
“You ever dream you were alive

only to waken

feeling dead?

i have

many a time

i have

so, really

this wont be to much of a change

will it?”


A man who went by the name of Jason Cross once spoke those words. Cross was a brilliant man, one of the best the industry had to offer. He was the reason people like Zak Warner got into the wrestling world. Sadly, the world is no longer graced by the presence of Jason, as the wrestling world took its toll on the poor man. Let’s flash back to that night actually, December 20th, 2006. A simple night, forever tainted by the aftermath of one of the greatest matches EPW had ever seen.

Cross tries to hold in, the pain in his eyes becoming more and more apparent. He reaches for the ropes but finds them far out of reach. He tries to counter but just wrenches his arm more. Finally...sadly...he submits.

Luke: The winner of the third fall and NEW Primetime Champion... Brad Payne!

Dan: ...

Larry: Are you okay?

Dan: I thought he could do it.

Payne slowly rises to his feet, staring at his newly gained title. He then looks down at his rival, his friend. Cross is in tears. Payne helps him to his feet, and looks him in the eyes for a moment. He takes his hand and shakes it in respect before allowing himself a moment of emotion and giving him a hug. Cross holds him tightly, as though they are actually brothers.

Larry: Wow...

Dan: A rare moment of pure and true emotion here in an EPW ring.

Payne gives Cross one last glance before leaving him alone in the ring. He makes a quick jaunt to ringside to grab a microphone and a bag, rolling back into the ring with them.

Cross: So here I am. One last battle and I blew it.

Congratulations to our new
Primetime Champion. I promised this would be my last match and he made it perfect. A true work of art...a tragedy almost. I will always respect and appreciate him for that.

At the end of the day though, I still lost. One last chance and I failed. So I guess there’s only one thing left to do.


And with that, he pulls out a small gun from his bag, placing it against his temple and cocking it. There is a loud bang as the broadcast suddenly cuts to black.”

Yes, what you just saw really happened. A tortured soul blew his brains out on live television, where the whole world could see. Why did he do it though, that is the real question? Could it have been that losing finally drove him to the breaking point? Or was it something deeper, rooted where only he could see?

We fade to black, but only momentarily. The camera come back, as it always does. Outside, the skies were following the example of the mirror. They wept onto the city, people feverishly escaping the liquid depression. The various attires of the fleeing public all seemed the same, dull and largely lifeless, the mood and feel seemingly mimicking or altered by the world itself.

Beads of water slowly trailed down the windows in Warner’s apartment, the journeys captivating him.

Drip, drip, drip.

Umbrellas and newspapers rose above the streetwalkers heads and made their way towards cover while children danced in the downpour, the miserable wallowed in the drizzle, and the hopeless romantics braved the rain.

Drip, drip, drip.

A roll of thunder tore across the dim clouds. The speed of pedestrians increased on cue, a few paused and gazed into the heavens, some in disgust others in awe.

Drip, drip, bang.

Light struck far off ground, the expected crack accompanying nature’s light show. More people tilted their necks out from under cover to witness the blade of the gods carving the earth, but still the majority ignored the simple beauty of it, instead seeing the lightning as something created purely to make their lives that little bit worse.

Drip, bang, crack.

Warner stood and slowly made his way over to a window, grace lacking in his movements. His finger chased a drop of water as he gazed down into the street, his forehead against the chilled glass.

“Raining, it’s always fucking raining.”

He backed away and made his way into his kitchen, passing the glass balcony doors as he did, creating a faint reflection. The flash of lightning made the reflection disappear, but only momentarily. So many times, Warner has heard the voice inside his head, but now it seems as though it has taken on a shape, for once.

“Oh come on Zak, why so serious?

Could it be that you are scared of facing Donald?

Or is it that you are finding yourself slowly traveling down the road that
Jason Cross went?”

As the echo faded from his ears, Zak turned to a nearby table and gripped an empty bottle of whiskey. In one, less then fluid motion he once again faced the glass and hurled the bottle through, glass joining the rain in the downpour upon the balcony.

“Did you really think I would leave so easily? Come on Zak, you are smarter than that.”

Unfortunately for Zak, there was more glass then the ones in his door. Although he was certain he had more then enough alcohol bottles to destroy each and every window, not all of them were empty.

“Just fuck off.”

That laugh, that mocking, trauma inflicting laugh. It is one that pierces every crevice of your head, making you gasp for air when you don’t even need to.

“You know I will never go away Zak, so why do you fight it?

Embrace your own insanity, before it drives you over the edge.


You know that you already hold the gun, you are just missing the trigger.”

The laughter begins once more, causing the room to spin at an increasingly nauseating rate. It stops spinning eventually, but only after Warner had collapsed on the floor.

Static cuts across the camera, and when we finally come back into focus, the floor is empty, but the bits of shattered glass still remain. Draped in a chair is Zak Warner, a sadistic and cruel grin on his face. Yet even so, a bit of sadness can be seen.

“It’s been ten years. Ten fucking years since I watched my mentor, and good friend Jason Cross end his life before my very eyes, and the eyes of professional wrestling fans around the world.

That night still haunts me to this very day, to the point where I wonder if I am going to suffer the same fate that he did.

Day after day, night after night, I go out and give it my all…not only for the fans, but for myself, and for Jason.

You see, the night that he died, a lot changed for me. No longer did I care about how much money I made, or how well my t-shirts sold.

I just wanted to be able to live up to the standards that he set, without suffering the same fate he did.

What I never understood though, was how people reacted after it happened. Some thought it was a cheap ploy to gain viewers, but those people weren’t there. The people who witnessed it knew differently. They saw his blood go flying out into the first row. They saw his brains explode from his skull like a bat out of hell.

People said that for what he did, he should be forgotten. Those people are part of the reason that guys like Cross go nuts. Why would you forget a man who went insane, with nobody there to help him? How can you forget a man who killed himself, moments after the best match of his career, against his close friend?”

A single solitary tear makes its way down his face, but he makes no attempt to hide it. His voice is full of emotion, a side of him that has never been seen.

“What everyone fails to realize, is that even though as wrestlers we are in better shape then most, even though we have luxuries that others can only dream of, we are still vulnerable to the same emotional toils as normal people.

Knowing everything you do now, can you blame me for doubting my own sanity?

Fuck, I have to step into the ring with someone who reminds me quite a bit of Brad Payne, in a situation that is eerily similar to what Jason went through.

I find myself put into a situation that makes me wonder if it is all worth it..

Just like when I had to go up against my brother Kevin, flashbacks of that gun being shot off echoed in my head all night, and I lost.

Any time I step into that ring with someone that even REMOTELY reminds me of someone close to me, I can’t help but wonder if it is my last match

Could I snap and blow my fucking head off, just like he did? It wouldn’t surprise me if I did.

Yet, at the same time, I know that I won’t suffer the same fate that he did, because we are two totally different people.

The stress got to him, and he turned to different drugs and shit to calm his nerves, and they finally overtook his mind.

Yea, I smoke, and I drink, but that’s the extent of it.

Do any of you people know what it’s like to watch someone tripping on a mix of coke and heroin? Or when that isn't enough, sprinkle some Percocet on top and call it a party?

Do you know what its like to watch someone fight for their life, knowing that there isn't a single fucking thing you can do to help?

I didn’t think so.”

“Enough about Cross and suicide Zak.

Focus on PWC.

Focus on Hammerpunch.”

The tear remains on his face, but his voice is steady.

It is as though Jason Cross has been wiped from his mind, and no longer does he worry.

“I know most of you are expecting me to sit here, and talk about how I am going to dominate this match, and take the become the G.O.A.T.

The thing is, I can’t sit here and guarantee that anymore, because I don’t know what the fuck is going to happen around here.

This place...this industry, it isn't as cut and dry as people may think. Things can change on a dime, lives are always changing. Hell, if you told me when I first joined this place that I'd be in a title match this quick, I wouldn't have batted an eye. But had you told me it WASN'T going to be against Nero? I'd have bought all of whatever it was you were smoking.

Don't get me wrong, I don't want to take anything away from Don. The man earned his title, and I applaud him for that. But he mistook my respect for kindness, and that was why I had to do what I did. It's nothing personal...I don't dislike the kid. But he has what I want. He is in between me and the next chapter in my legacy.

You see Donny boy, I didn't attack your students for fun, or out of hate. I did it because I knew what it would do to you. I knew I would be in your head, and you would miss a step or two. Tell me something, do you still hear the sounds of their bodies hitting each other? Or is it drowned out by how the crowd ATE it up? That's what you hate the most, isn't it? You hate that no matter how hard you try, they don't cheer you like they do me. I'm everything they should hate, yet they can't get enough.

No wonder I call them my addicts."


He chuckles softly, pulling out a lighter and flicking it on and off. The sparks dance into the night, as relaxing as they are dangerous.

"You feel like the crowd should have your back. You stand for all that is right in the world, and they SHOULD be cheering for it.

But they aren't. Instead, they cheer for the guy who will do ANYTHING to win. The guy who won't hesitate to drop someone on their head, right after stabbing them in the back. The man who will stop at NOTHING to get that title.

And that is exactly why you won't win. You don't have that fire. If it came down to it, you would rather lose honorably instead of winning at all costs. And I respect that, I really do. But that doesn't mean that I'll offer the same kindness. You got lucky in the tag match, and I won't make the same mistake.

It's fitting that the Pay-Per-View is called Alpha and Omega, because it's the beginning of the Ivory era, and the end of the Hammerpunch. The flag of Donjitsu will fall, and mine will fly higher than ever."
 
#24 ·
So many Dream matches coming at Alpha and Omega. Shadow vs Nero. Shadow vs Elric. Shadow vs Kendall. Gosh don't they all sound like such Box Office hits. Praise the Lord I'm such an MVP ;)
Nah but serious its cool We get to see everyone face everyone since I think I've only had 4/5 different opponents so far. Can't wait!


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#25 ·
Hi everyone!!!! How ya'll doin'?

At Alpha and Omega the Legacy Championship is up for grabs in a specialty match. Sort of like the Royal Rumble, but the way to be eliminated is not over the top rope, but by pinfall or submission. So every 60 seconds a new fighter will enter the match.

The participants were given a chance to get an advantage in the match. If you won your qualifying match, in the story, your character gets an advantage of coming in later in the match. But in fact you as an RPer will also get an advantage.

So here's how creative will be judging to find PWC's NEW Legacy Champion! Creative will allocate each RP a score out of 10. If that character won their qualifier they will gain one bonus point. If a character lost their RP they will be no penalty.

For example: Nero's RP is voted 6 out of 10. He won his qualifier so his RP is now worth 7 out of 10.

But there is another twist. IF you are late in submitting your RP, there will be a 1 point penalty every 24 hours after the deadline you are late. e.g. If Nero is 2 days late in delivering his RP, then his score now becomes a 5/10.

If someone does not deliver an RP after 4 days after the deadline, they will be deemed as a no show.

If you ask for an extension - you will still incur the penalties, but the no show rule will be extended.

The Alpha and Omega card will soon be posted. Good luck to everyone!
^

Re-posting this just in case anyone has forgotten or missed it the first time around.
 
#27 · (Edited)
DONALD HAMMERPUNCH:
lost inside




The night sky is beautiful this time of year. The way the stars shine and glimmer is a sight one must experience in one's lifetime. You cannot help but feel small once you look upwards and see the heavenly bodies of the universe. They are so grand, and you are so unimportant in the scheme of things.

Unfortunately in today's modern big cities, many people miss out on such a humbling experience. The street lights and neon signs often obscure the magnificent view located right above us. If one wanted to experience wonderful, one would half to flee the city in order to fully appreciate the night sky.

That is exactly Donald Hammerpunch was doing. The quiet rural hillsides of Missouri were the perfect place to lose oneself under the cosmos. Being away from civilization often helped Donald Hammerpunch focus his thoughts. With many things going in his life, a break from the busy life of being the PWC champion was welcome. These hills did not have roaring fans monitoring his every move. Critics of Donjitsu were not here to critique every movement. Most importantly, Ivory was nowhere near him.

Instead of all that, Hammerpunch was met by a gentle breeze blowing against his back. As he walked along the trail, his he placed his hands on his stubble. . He had left the city in a hurry and had forgotten to shave, so the time away from his razor has began to take its toll Don often though about growing a beard, but felt the time was never right.

Feeling a bit thirsty, Hammerpunch reached into his bag and removed his water bottle. As he sipped, drops of water began to fall out from his mouth. Once his thirst had been quenched, Hammerpunch wiped the water from his mouth. He looked down and a smile came across his face.

Hammerpunch: Now that is what I am talking about!

He gleefully walked toward a bush and removed several berries. Like a small child eating chocolate, the PWC champion shoved the handful of fruit into his mouth without hesitation. With all the happenings in his life lately, this was an unexpected surprise. A moment of genuine happiness. Hammerpunch wondered where else this night would take him.

As he did he looked up at the night sky. He wondered if the universe had anything else up it's sleeve. The universe is big, its vast and complicated, and ridiculous. And sometimes, very rarely, impossible things happen. Things that one would call a miracle.


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Kansas City, Missouri
Donjitsu Headquarters
several hours earlier



Ross Drake stood by as Donald Hammerpunch aggressively kicked away at the wooden dummies recently installed into the gym. As each kick made contact with them, a grimace came over the face of the young student. Despite the bruising around his shins, he continued the onslaught until he had no energy left.

Hammerpunch walked over to his corner and signaled for his student to join him. Ross being the sole surviving acting student of Hammerpunch, made his way quickly over to his master and took a seat across from him.


Ross: Uhm Sensei, I have a question for you.

Hammerpunch: Yes Ross. Go ahead and ask away.

Ross: Is it OK in Donjitsu to be so aggressive towards your opponent? It seems that goes against lesson 3.4 of Donjitsu. "Always be in control."

Hammerpunch: The only reason I seem out of control is that I choose to be. Me being out of control is an allusion which I am allowing. I must continue to train this way if I am to defeat Ivory. Ivory is a man who must be stopped at all costs. Brute force may be required.

Ross: But Sensei, haven't you always said that: “To handle yourself, use your head; to handle others, use your heart.”

Hammerpunch stood up and glanced out the window. With his back to his student, he began to speak.


Hammerpunch
: You are correct Ross. That is a Donjitsu rule, but these are rules when you are facing a man with honor. A man like Ivory has no honor. I don't like it, but Donjitsu might not be enough this round. I hate to admit it, but I don't know if I can trust in Donjitsu to get me through this.

Ross sat in quietly as Hammerpunch continued to stare out the window. After a few minutes, the youngster made his way to the ninja star throwing area of the Dojo and practiced in silence until Hammerpunch called an end to the training session. Once Hammerpunch was sure that Ross was safely on his way home, Hammerpunch went back into the Dojo and continued kicking away at the dummies.

He continued on until he heard a commotion outside of the building. It was near midnight, so the Kansas City streets were expected to be empty. He walked out the building in full fight stance expecting the worse. His eyes widened as he saw the scenes outside his building.

It was Gustav Pendragon, Don's European rival and founder of Killshido! Gustav was currently directing several of his students as they spray painted the side of the building. Red, White, Green and others plastered the side forming several obscene images, most to graphic to describe in a PG environment.

Pendragon: Hello Donald! I thought we would spruce up the place for you.
Hammerpunch: Have you no Honour Pendragon?! How dare you defile my Dojo.

Pendragon: It can't be worse than the garbage you are showing off inside. What's it called again Donjitsuck!

Hammerpunch readied himself into fight position and charged at Pendragon. Pendragon just laughed at the challenge laid out in front of him.

Pendragon: Face it Donald, you are a shell of the man you used to be. I will leave Ivory to finish you off, because I will just be wasting my time. If you ever pull it together give me a call and I will happily fight you, until then you will be like a lamb being left to the slaughter. I feel sorry for the PWC. They have such a loser as a Champion

He then turned to his students signaled it was time to leave. As they left Pendragon barged his shoulder into Hammerpunch, which caused the PWC champ to stumble into the trash can.

Pendragon: It looks like you finally found your place in this world.

As the Killshido group made their departure, Hammerpunch was left to stew in his own thoughts. He was angry, but not because of the actions of Gustav Pendragon. He was angry because Pendragon was right. There was something wrong with him, and he had to figure it out fast. Hammerpunch took his Donjitsu 7th degree black-belt off and left it lying in the street. He got in his car and drove to the Missouri hillside.


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Hammerpunch was beginning to tire. That is too be expected when you have walked several hours without rest. In order to keep himself going. he would occasionally sip some water from a thermos he gripped tightly. In addition to fatigue, Hammerpunch began to feel light headed on his trek under the night sky.

He had expected this. After the encounter with Pendragon, he know that he had to look deep inside to try and fight what had been plaguing him. The only way to do this was to push his body to the limit physically until he couldn't take any more. Although he was extremely tired, he kept pushing on.
Several more hours passed, but no revelations had occurred. Feeling a bit thirsty, Hammerpunch reached into his bag and removed his water bottle. As he sipped, drops of water began to fall out from his mouth. Once his thirst had been quenched, Hammerpunch wiped the water from his mouth. He looked down and a smile came across his face.


Hammerpunch: Now that is what I am talking about!

He gleefully walked toward a bush and removed several berries. Like a small child eating chocolate, the PWC champion shoved the handful of fruit into his mouth without hesitation....

It didn't take long. Soon after devouring the berries, Hammerpunch felt the world around him spinning. It couldn't be just fatigue setting in. He had felt that many times before and this was much different.

He blinked his eyes rapidly and each time he felt as if he was inside a Kaleidoscope. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. The colors moved in a way that could only be described as dancing through space and time. They were free in a way that he knew he could never be. Suddenly, a strange but familiar voice was heard from behind. He tried to walk, but immediately fell forward onto the ground.


Stranger
: Oh, I've seen that look before. It never gets old.
The voice came from an old bearded man seated with his legs crossed under a weeping willow tree.

Hammerpunch tried to stand up but quickly gave up half way. With some effort he managed to get himself into a seated position across from the man. The Donjitsu master tried to get a good look at him, but his vision was obscured by what he thought was the color pink being reborn and set free into the world.

Hammerpunch
: Who are you? And what has become of me.

Stranger
: You are experiencing what some may call a spiritual awakening. You are finding out your place in the universe. And to answer you your first question, It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is you find out who you are. But let's just say I was once a man like you. I was scared of what was in front of me and afraid of doing the things I knew I had to do.

Hammerpunch tried to listen to the wise man but was taken aback by what appeared to be a caterpillar chasing a rabbit. As the rabbit made its way past Hammerpunch, it jumped off a cliff yelling "Geronimo"

Stranger: Focus! This is important not only to you, but to those you care about. Tonight can be the end of a dangerous path, or a start of a rebirth. Now tell me, what is it you fear most right now.

Hammerpunch closed his eyes to ignore the spectacular images he had been witnessing. With his head still spinning one thought popped into his head.

Hammerpunch: Failure. I am afraid to continue to let my students down. I am afraid that I have failed them as a teacher.

Stranger: That is nonsense. Failure is something we all must experience in order to grow. The real issue is that you are afraid that everything you stand for is nonsense. You are afraid that your belief in honor is a waste time.That is why you don't know how to fight Ivory. A man who represents everything you are not.

Hammerpunch: Ivory is a tough competitor, but he is a coward who fights with no honor. I don't know how to fight him.

Stranger: And that is why he will win. He believes in what he stands for despite the fact he believes in very little. Your beliefs are worthless. Donjitsu is worthless!

Don thought for a moment but suddenly was able to fight the force of gravity and stand up. He looked the old man in the eyes and began to speak,

Hammerpunch
: My beliefs will run through everything I do. My beliefs, my values are my anchor and when people try to drag me, as I know they will, it is to that sense of right and wrong, that sense of who I am and what I believe, to which I will always hold. I am Donald Hammerpunch and Donjitsu is what I represent!

The old man smiled
.

Stranger
: Well there you go Donald, You know where you stand.

Hammerpunch
: I very much do. I stand with Donjitsu and that is why I will win and Alpha and Omega. I wish I can thank you Kind stranger, but all I can offer you are these berries I found.

Hammerpunch began to notice more colors and lights flashing around him. One bright light flashed around in front of him

Stranger: Oh, no thank you Donald. Those are quite toxic, so I would stay clear of them. Anyway, this is where I leave and where you wake up. Remember follow the white light it leads you home.

The white light began to grow more intense, So much so that Hammerpunch was forced to use his hands to shield himself from it. He then began to hear a voice from right above him.


Hey, are you lost?


A police officer stood standing right above the PWC star. Hammerpunch looked over at the spot where the old bearded man had been sitting.


Hammerpunch: I used to be, but I think I'm ok now...




 
#28 ·
Hi everyone.

At the moment, the Creative team is currently judging and grading all the RPs posted. The Flexx RP was submitted to me yesterday , so once I get the chance I will post it here.

Also, We want to get this show out ASAP. If you would like to contribute a segment featuring your character, please let us know so it fan be included.

-Attila the Bucky.
 
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