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PWC Season Two: Vortex Episode 13

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Premier Wrestling Circuit (PWC)
...Presents...




Arena: Royal Arena
Capacity: 12,500
City: Copenhagen, Denmark


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Singles Match
Jacob Bianchi vs Donald Hammerpunch



Singles Match
Ivory vs Remy Dieu



TV Title Match
Austin Angel vs Jensen (c)



Singles Match w/special guest referee
Crowley vs Bruce Thorn Jr.






Card is subject to change.



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The show begins backstage to the office of Brittany Page backstage in the Royal Arena. She looks to be browsing documents on a laptop on her desk. Suddenly without warning the door bursts open and a small technician walks in, glancing at the assistant to the boss slowly as he waits. Eventually, she looks up, studying him slowly.


Page:
Good Evening. Can I, ugh, help you?

Technician: Yeah.ma’am..ugh. Security spotted Lucas Hawthorne backstage, I figured I would ugh..

Page looks up at the stuttering technician, a look of disgust on her face. She waits for a moment, allowing the tension to build. She eventually lets out a sigh, shaking her head towards the technician.

Page: I will handle it in due course. Thank you,Paul.


***PYRO***

***PYRO***

***PYRO***


The pyro explodes and engulfs the stage as the fans in the Taco Bell Arena let out a huge roar to welcome PWC to town. The cameras pan across the arena sweeping across the cheering fans before settling in on Stan Chambers and the lovely Sondra Rowe. PWC's lead announcer Chambers greets the television audience.


Stan Chambers: Welcome to PWC! We are live tonight from the wonderful city of Copenhagen! Tonight we have a great show in store for the thousands of screaming fans here, as well as around the world!

Sondra Rowe: I am so excited to be here. The fans are too, listen to that noise!

CROWD IS LOUD AND ROWDY

Chambers: We don’t want to keep the fans waiting, let’s get straight to the action.


***Still Fly***

The lights fade to almost complete darkness, before flickering a bit. As they flicker, the guitar to "Still Fly" can be heard, as Mike Hranica's voice echoes throughout the arena.

The lights slowly fade up, as Warner is seen standing on the stage. He has his trademark cocky grin on his face, as the crowd jeers him. He slowly walks down the ramp, ignoring the sounds coming from everyone.

As he reaches the ring, he waits a second before sliding into the ring. He stands in the center for a moment, as he gazes out into the crowd.

As the music fades, he walks over to the corner, sitting down. He glances once more at the ref, before waiting for the bell to ring.
Ivory stands in the ring, bouncing on the balls of his feet ready for his opponent.


***I'm Telling you***

The lights go up and phone's across the arena light up awaiting the arrival of the former television champion.

A few moments pass and Remy Dieu is yet to emerge, suddenly the shot pans back to the ring where Remy stands behind Ivory with his lantern lighting up his face. He blows it out, the lights come up and Ivory, realizing what's going on turns around into a huge right uppercut.

Ivory stumbles and falls backwards into the corner. Remy tosses his straw hat as the referee checks Ivory is good to start the match. He sits in the corner holding his jaw as the self proclaimed healer stares on with a sinister grin.

This only angers his opponent who gives his head a shake, drags himself up by the top ropes and once he's to his feet gives the referee a nod to start the match.

Match One |Remy Dieu vs Ivory

Immediately Dieu charges at Ivory who is crushed between the turnbuckle and his foe. He collapses back down to a seated position in the corner all the while Remy is staring out at the crowd and laughing.

The boos rain down on him. The fans don't take kindly to either man particularly but they do not like the way Remy is conducting business tonight.

Ivory gets up again and marches towards his opponent but he is hoisted above his head and dropped with a gorilla press slam.

As he writhes on the mat in pain Remy rushes to the ropes and comes back at Ivory landing a high impact running senton.

Absolutely winded, Ivory is curled into a ball coughing as Remy sits beside him admiring the pain he is in.

The cult leader lifts up Ivory and picks him into a seated position on his shoulders before nailing an electric chair facebuster.

He rolls him over and makes the cover...

1...

2...

Remy lifts Ivory off the canvass by his hair refusing to end the match yet. He stays in this position for a while to soak up the fan's hatred.

He gets to his feet and drags Ivory up with him before leaning him backwards across his knee. He sits for a moment, milking every last second before striking a huge blow to the face, a move he likes to call the Soul Eater.

He makes the cover again.

1...


2...


AGAIN Remy refuses to show mercy and lifts him off the mat. The crowd's boos are now deafening. That's a human being going through some real torture.

Suddenly, Remy applies the Healing Touch, his version of the claw submission hold! Instantly the referee calls for the bell as Ivory's body is totally motionless.

Winner: Remy Dieu via Submission


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***I'm telling you**


Becca McKay is walking backstage with Axl walking behind her, as she walks she bumps into someone and stumbles backwards into Axl, who helps her stay on her feet. As Becca looks up she realizes who she bumped into.

Becca: Hey why don't you watch where you're going? I know it's tough with those big ugly feet of yours, but you could at least try.

Morgan: Oh, Becca. It is good to see you. Your hair looks so clean today, did you finally wash it?

Becca: Oh sorry Morgan, I didn't realize it was you. I am not used to seeing you with all your clothes on.


Becca brushes herself off as she rolls her eyes, as does Morgan who's glaring at her.

Morgan: You know you sure have a big ego for a one hit wonder. But maybe your ego will shrink after your boy toy gets his ass kicked tonight.

Morgan smirks as Becca and Axl look at each other, then chuckle at the same time.

Becca: That's funny, because I'm confident Austin is going to destroy Jensen tonight and take that precious TV Title. And then he's going to take all the hollywood fame that was rightfully his to begin with if Clement and the rest of this company wasn't always working against him.

Morgan now chuckles herself while Becca smirks.

Morgan: I guess we'll see just how wrong you are after Jensen retains tonight and proves that Austin Angel is nothing but a major choke artist who will never win championship gold.

Morgan now brushes past Becca rudely, feeling smug after getting the last word as Becca turns around and tries to chase after her, but Axl holds her back causing her to let out a scream in anger.



Axl: Don't worry, you'll get the last laugh when Austin gets the title.

Becca slowly nods as she takes a deep breath and storms off towards Angel's locker room while Axl walks behind as the camera cuts away.

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We return to ringside as Ivory is slowly making his way the back no doubt embarrassed by this performance when out of no where he is bulldozed on the ramp by a returning Remy who is clearly not finished yet.

Ivory begins to slowly crawl up the ramp clearly in agony but had refused medical attention. As he crawls Remy follows him

As he gets to the top of the ramp Remy begins to rain down punches to his face as he kneels over the defenceless Ivory.

Dieu once again applies the Healing Touch as security and medical staff rush out from the back to put a stop to this and offer help.

Remy holds up his hands, begins to walk away and Ivory is brought to his feet by 2 medical professionals.

Out of nowhere Remy leaps through the wall of security, grabs Ivory again and launches him from the stage all the way down onto the concrete. His body bounces off the floor with a sickening thud. Blood begins to pour out from a wound at the back of his head. Ivory is no doubt concussed right now.

"Holy Shit! Holy Shit" is now being chanted by the fans.

Remy looks on and laughs at the broken man. He falls to his knees and looks to the sky with the evil grin never leaving his face

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A video appears on the titantron...

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***The Pines***

The crowd erupt as Jensen bursts out from behind the curtain, his arms extended to the crowd in some form of embrace. He quickly makes his way down to the ring, stopping only to clap hands with the fans who are eagerly stretching out to the Television Champion, hoping he catches them on his way past.

Chambers: If anything summed up Jensen as a Champion in the PWC it's what he has done tonight, Sondra. Despite the unwritten rule which states that the Champion should be the man to enter the ring last, Jensen has decided to forgo that and allow Austin Angel some extra time to calm any last nerves and make sure he's fighting fit.

Rowe: Oh come on, Stan. It's more likely that Jensen realises he's about to go face to face with the biggest brand that this company has to offer, and wants the opportunity to watch Austin Angel's entrance from one of the best seats in the house.

Chambers: Surely you can't honestly believe that Jensen would care about something like that during a match with as high a stake as this one.

Rowe: I can, I do and I will until Jensen actually manages to reach the level that Mr. Angel has.

The commentators quiet down as the lights dim in the arena. A burst of light comes from the middle of the ring, flashing through numerous colours, lighting up Jensen as he raises the Television title above his head.


***Kingdom***



The crowd boos as the hue of the lights turn purple and Austin Angel walks out onto the stage accompanied by his bouncer, Axl, his band and the always lovely Becca, who is staring down at Jensen with a smug look on her face.

Angel pulls his hood down slowly, his face gradually coming into view. He grins cockily out at the crowd, who are continuing to boo him heartily. He turns to Becca and the two share a kiss before making their way to the ring hand in hand. Their entourage quickly follow behind, and all six ignore the rare hand that dares reach out to them.


Rowe: The man you're watching right now is a Champion, people. Ignore the boos for a moment and really look at Austin and Becca and honestly try to convince yourself that these two aren't the future of the PWC.

Chambers: I'll admit that it is hard to deny the sheer presence that these two have. Austin Angel a veteran of the PWC and the lovely Becca who just exudes star quality. My only problem with the two has been their attitudes since Austin's return.

Rowe: A star like Austin Angel deserves the world, but men like Ernesto Clement refuse to get with the times and accept that we have our new star. Thank goodness for Miss Page!

Chambers:
I just don't think it sets a good example if our supposed future refuse to budge on negotiations. Mr. Clement was correct to try and have the two party's compromise on their demands.

Rowe:
Nonsense. Austin Angel alone was worth the demands. With Becca standing by his side, we're looking at a value that greatly exceeds this company's current worth. The fact that they agreed to return at all is a boon we should all be grateful for.

Chambers gives an exasperated grunt and stares gloomily at the ring which Becca has just begun to leave, taking Angel's jacket and sunglasses with her.

Roger Hains steps between the two competitors as Emma Mason stands up by the timekeeper's area and raises a microphone to her mouth.


Mason: This match is scheduled for ONE FALL!

The crowd yells ONE FALL back at her.

Mason: Introducing the challenger! Coming to you from The City of Angels. He stands six feet tall and weighed in tonight at two hundred and ten pounds. Ladies and gentleman, Austin AAAAAANNNNGEEEEEEEEEEEEELLL!

Angel takes a step towards Jensen and draws his hands across his waist, signaling what he is here for tonight.

Mason:And the CHAMPION! Hailing from Portland, Oregon, he stands at six foot two and weighed in tonight at two hundred and seventeen pounds! Ladies and gentlemen, your Television Champion, JEEEEENSEEEEN!

Jensen takes a step towards Angel and raises the TV title above his head. Angel's eyes follow it up.

Match Two| TV Title Match: Jensen(C) vs Austin Angel


Hains takes the belt from Jensen and raises it for the crowd before handing it to the waiting Emma Mason, who takes it to the timekeepers area.

A moment passes and the two men continue to glare at one another from across the ring before Hains calls for the bell, and the crowd urge both men to collide.

They do so and both men charge across the ring and quickly trade punches, each clubbing their opponent in the jaw, daring the other to be the first to give up ground. Angel is the one to give up, ducking under one of Jensen's hammerpunches and driving his knee straight into his opponent's ribs, drawing a wheeze from the Champion as air rapidly leaves his lungs.

Angel is quick to capitalise, hitting a quick elbow to the jaw and then following it up with another knee to the ribs for good measure. Jensen staggers back towards his corner, trying to recover in the limited time that Angel allows him, as he drives forward, urged on by the gleeful yelling coming from his corner.

Angel pushes Jensen's back into the corner and hits a quick jab to the face, keeping his opponent on the defensive, before whipping him across the ring into Angel's corner. Angel sprints across the ring and swings his elbow at Jensen's face, only to find air as the Champion dives to the side, avoiding any damage. Sensing the tides are turning, Becca screams for her partner to move, but Jensen is too quick and he grabs Angel by the arm and shoulder and drags him back into the middle of the ring.

Jensen hits several knees to the gut of Angel before dropping him with a quick single arm DDT, earning himself a moment to recover from Angel's assault and the fan's applause.

Having taking the time to recover, Jensen rises to his feet just before Angel does, and hits a clubbing blow to the back of the Challenger, managing to retain his control. He whips Angel into the ropes by the Angel Entourage, but the Los Angelean slides under the ropes. As he does, Axl jumps up onto the apron, and stares down Jensen, daring him to follow. Jensen gladly obliges, having started his run up the second Angel slid under the ropes. He smashes Axl with a powerful dropkick, sending him flying back into the Band, which leaves them all sprawled out on the floor.

Not wasting a second, Jensen slides out after Angel and drags him back into the ring, ignoring the shrieks of Becca, who is trying to rouse Angel's fallen compatriots.

With Angel set up on the ground, Jensen hops up onto the ropes, pauses for a second, allowing Angel to rise to his feet before taking him right back down again with a beautifully executed diving cross body, which follows with a quick pin attempt.

One! Kickout!

Angel throws up his shoulder, pushing Jensen away and begins to roll towards the apron, but he's grabbed by Jensen once again, who drags him back to the center of the ring. The Portland native tries to lift Angel to his feet, but a sly thumb to the eye sends him staggering back. Hains reprimands Angel for the move, but it's clear that the warning has no effect as Angel quickly drops Jensen with a DDT of his own. A quick standing corkscrew moonsault from Angel gets some 'oohs' and 'ahhs' from the crowd, but they resume booing Austin when he shushes them.

Angel hits several knee stomps to Jensen, clearly looking to slow down the Champion, and then follows it up with an elbow drop, once again targeting Jensen's left knee.

The cocky star plants a foot on Jensen's chest and poses, calling for Hains to being counting.

One! Kickout!

It's Jensen's turn to throw up his shoulder, and Angel responds with another stomp to the knee before dragging him back up to his feet. Angel points out to Becca, who blows him a kiss, and then hits an exploding suplex, throwing Jensen over his head, straight into the bottom turnbuckle!

Angel drags him back to his feet, not wasting a second. Angel drags Jensen in for a suplex, but no, HE'S GOING FOR 'HAIL TO THE KING!' Jensen still has enough about him to struggle in Angel's arms, not allowing the challenger to his title enough grip to get his finisher off!

Angel, spotting that the move might be a lost cause attempts to hit Jensen with a knee to the gut, but the Champ pushes the knee to the side, breaking the two apart and as Angel tries to rush him, he nails the Challenger with a beautiful falling overhead kick!

One! Two! Kickout!

Jensen plays to the crowd for a moment, getting them clapping along with him as he rises back up to his feet.

Kick! Jensen smashes Angel in the stomach.

Kick! Angel's legs are taken out from under him.

Dropkick! Angel rises to his knees only to be sent tumbling backwards. He rises to his feet and charges forward only to be met with a SLINGBLA-NO!! Angel throws Jensen off!

SMASH HIT! Jensen comes charging back, but eats a brutal boot to the jaw as Austin catches the Champ with a picture perfect Superkick.

One! Two!! THR..KICKOUT!

The Champ throws his shoulder up just before Roger Hains' hand smacks the mat, and the crowd erupt, chanting 'Lets go, Jensen!'

Angel tears after Hains and gets in his face, demanding that he counts 'fairly', demonstrating what he considers to be a fair count. Over in Angel's corner, Becca and a still groggy Axl are also shouting at Hains.

Angel turns to Jensen, rage in his eyes and picks him up once again. Once again he draws his hands across his waist, and then lifts Jensen up for Hail to the Ki... No! Jensen breaks out once again! Angel rushes tow...ELBOW FROM JENSEN! CENSORED COLOURS! JENSEN LIFTS ANGEL INTO THE AIR AND HITS A BRUTAL REVERSE BLOODY SUNDAY, BRINGING ANGEL CRASHING BACK DOWN.

Both men are down, neither moving on the mat as Angel's corner scream for him to get up, and the fans scream for Jensen to go for the pin.

Hains checks both men before raising his hand in the air.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

Jensen begins a laboured crawl towards Angel, who still hasn't moved.

FIVE!

Jensen drapes his arm over Angel and Hains drops his hands, and dives down to count the pinfall.

ONE! TWO! THR-KICKOUT!!!

Angel throws his shoulder up, and his corner and the fans erupt. There's no more sides taken as both Angel and Jensen have clearly won over the fans with this match, and they just this to go as long as it possibly can!

Jensen is the first to his feet, stepping gingerly on his weakened left leg following the earlier abuse Angel gave it.

Angel follows soon after, staggering towards his corner in an attempt to put distance between the two.

With his leg now stable, Jensen powers across the ring, smashing Angel with a brutal dropkick, smashing him back first into the turnbuckle. As Angel staggers forward, Jensen bounces off the ropes behind him, setting up a Slingblade, but no! Becca climbs up onto the apron offering support to Austin, but Jensen collides with her, sending her sprawling down onto the mat outside. She screams in pain, causing Jensen to spin round and look down at her as the Band rush over to her.

In the ring, Angel grabs Hains and turns him just as Axl catches Jensen with a punch to the jaw. Jensen staggers back, stunned and turns straight into a second Smash Hit from Angel! He immediately follows it up by getting Jensen in position AND HITS HAIL TO THE KING! THIS TIME HE HITS THE SMALL PACKAGE DRIVER, AND JENSEN IS SURELY OUT!

ONE! TWO! THREE!!!

Becca immediately springs to her feet, gets into the rings and jumps into Austin Angel's arms just as the crowd erupt in boos. They can't believe that this match ended like it did. They feel like they've been robbed of a classic. The camera cuts quickly to Morgan LaClaire, who is backstage watching on a tv screen. She is visibly shaking her head at the result.

Winner: Austin Angel

Mason: The winner and your NEW TELEVISION CHAMPION! AUSTIN ANGEL!

Chambers: I can't believe it. That low life just stole Jensen's title from him!

Rowe: Austin stole nothing, Stan! This is little more than being a sore loser! Austin and Becca have taken this company by storm, and now they're beginning to get their rightful rewards. Ooooh, I hope this is just the first of many title reigns for Austin!!

In the ring Hains has handed Angel the Television Title, which is now being raised high over head as Axl has lifted Angel up onto his shoulders. Becca and the Band are beaming up at him, all clapping, but the sound is drowned out by the torrent of boos they're receiving.

Rowe: I'm sorry folks, but it seems like we need to go to commercial right now. We'll be sure to have the full Austin Angel celebration online for his true fans to see.

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The camera’s return backstage after the ad break to capture the australian athlete walking through a corridor. Around him technicians and other backstage crew pay little attention to him. After a few moments, one crew member turns around and nods to Lucas, who nods back. The camera zooms in the face of the crew member and Lucas obviously realises who it is a few moments later.

Hawthorne: Jimmy..right? I saved you from Masterson?

Jimmy: That’ll be me sir.

Hawthorne: Drop the sir, alright. How are you?

Jimmy: I’m alright. What about you? Why are you here? You’re not meant to be in th..

Before Jimmy can finish talking two security guards step up behind Lucas, grabbing him with force. The smaller Australian begins to resist but he can’t overcome the strength of Page’s guards. They shove him against the wall, holding him restrained for a few moments before the larger of the two begins talking.

Security guard: On the orders of Miss Page, we are to remove you from this building and remind you that you are not supposed to be here.

Slowly, the sound of heels rings down the corridor as Brittany Page herself walks up to the scene taking place backstage. She frowns as Lucas turns his head to look at her. Lucas raises an eyebrow as Page begins to speak.

Page: Now then. Mr Hawthorne. Your stunt last week caused this company a large PR scandal, we’re having to talk with Masterson’s lawyers right now to stop his guard from suing us.

Hawthorne:
I never wanted to cause a storm or a scandal or anything! You set the match up!

Page: And you accepted it Mr Hawthorne. Therefore anything that happens to this company blows back on you and your friend Mr Williams.

Hawthorne: Leave Barney out of thi..

Page: Now, if you don’t mind. I suggest you get out of this building. We still have a show to put on, pay-per-view events to prepare for. Some of us have actual work to do. Which reminds me.

Page casts her eyes to Jimmy. The smaller crew member looks up towards his boss with a look of fear in his eyes.

Page: Do you not have work to do Jimmy?

Jimmy: Yes ma’am. I have..

Hawthorne: Leave Jimmy out of this Miss Page..please..

Page: Ah, Jimmy. You have a friend, a supporter.

Jimmy: Ma’am, I’ll ugh, go and work..

Page: I don’t think so Jimmy. I think you helped Mr Hawthorne enter this building. Therefore you can join him in leaving. Security.

Jimmy: I..I don’t understand?

Hawthorne: Don’t do this Miss Page, please.

Page: Quiet please Mr Hawthorne. Jimmy, I’ll make this simple for you. You’re fired. Now, security. If you wouldn’t mind getting these pair out of my building. We have a show to put on.

Two more security guards step from the shadows taking a hold of Jimmy. The camera’s begin to pan away as both Jimmy and Lucas start getting dragged down the corridor and obviously towards the exit of the building.

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***War Machine***


Donald Hammerpunch bursts out onto the stage from behind the curtain as the show returns. With a bow staff spinning in his hands, the fomer world champion's martial arts prowess is on full display

The Copenhagen crowd erupt at the sight of the former PWC World Heavyweight Champion who bows in appreciation of their reaction and makes his way down to the ring.


Emma Mason: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL! Introducing first, coming to you from The Dragon's Lair. Donald HAMMERPUNCH!!

The crowd continue to cheer The World's Most Dangerous Man, who responds with little more than a nod, his attention focused entirely on the stage.


***Iron***


The crowd are in full voice here as they boo Bianchi, who walks out on to the stage, an arrogant look on his face. Instead of his usual march down to the ring, Bianchi takes his time, lapping up the crowd's disapproval.

Emma Mason:
And his opponent, hailing from Brescia, Italy. Jacob BIANCHI!!

The second half of Bianchi's name is drowned out by the crowd's boos.

Sondra Rowe: Hearing a reaction like this is a little upsetting, Stan. Despite his inexperience in this business, Jacob Bianchi has proven to be a fantastic addition to the PWC's roster.

Stan Chambers: I think they're booing him due to his actions of late. He seems to have been holding a knife over poor Ernesto Clement's head recently, and if that wasn't enough, he robbed the entire PWC Universe of a classic match with Dr. Nero due to his cowardice.

Sondra Rowe: It's not cowardice to take an advantage presented to you, Stan. I'd say Jacob took the harder road as he knew his actions would recieve backlash.

Stan Chambers: Perhaps he shouldn't have done it then.

Sondra Rowe: Perharps Da Vinci should have never bothered to paint the Mona Lisa. Perhaps Newton should have never sat under that tree. Men of Bianchi's standard often have to take steps to ensure that the world keeps pressing forward.

Stan Chambers: You cannot be serious.

Sondra Rowe: I am deadly serious. Now stop talking and get prepared to call this match as best you can.

Match Three| Hammerpunch vs Bianchi

Gil Artman points towards the bellman and as soon as the bell is rung to start the bout, Hammerpunch steams across the ring and throws his monstrous Bicycle Kick, the 'Lights Out'. Bianchi reacts immediately though and slides to his left, leaving Hammerpunch to kick nothing but air. The Italian born star follows that dodge up by grabbing Donald from behind and throwing the former Champion over his head with a Belly to Belly Suplex.

Not giving Hammerpunch a second, Bianchi drags him to his feet and hits a scoop slam...and again...and again...and again! With every impact the air is driven from Hammerpunch's lungs and by the sixth slam, the Kansas City native is struggling to suck in any oxygen that he can.

Bianchi slams Hammerpunch down once more, but this time ignores him, instead choosing to roar down at one of the nearby cameras.


'HOW MANY MORE ARE YOU GOING TO SACRIFICE, CLEMENT? HOW MANY MORE OF YOUR CHAMPIONS WILL FALL BEFORE THE TRUTH COMES OUT!?'


Bianchi turns back to the fallen Hammerpunch and drags him back to his feet. He lifts the stunned Kansas City native up and drops him back down on his neck. A.W.O.L!!

The crowd are stunned as Bianchi begins to pin the prone Hammerpunch.

One...
Two...
Thre...NO! Bianchi lifts Hammerpunch's shoulder.

He flashes a quick glance at the camera before dragging his limp foe to his feet. From there, he lifts Hammerpunch up and places him on his shoulder, back first.

LOST IN TRANSMISSION!

The crowd groans in pity as Hammerpunch comes crashing down, once again landing neck first on the mat. Bianchi plants his hands in the middle of Hammerpunch's chest and Artman begins his count once more.

One...
Two...
Three!



***Iron***


Emma Mason: Your winner, Jacob Bianchi!

The crowd boo mercilessly, clearly disgusted by the display Bianchi just put on. At the announcers desk, both Stan Chambers and Sondra Rowe look on with obvious concern on their faces.



***Damn it to Hell***



Boos echo throughout the crowd as a beaming Remy Dieu walks down from the stage, his eyes solely fixed on the prone Donald Hammerpunch. He rolls into the ring, which is still filled by everyone involved in the match barring Gil Artman, who has backed out, and is trying to usher the medical team around in as fast as they can.

Stan Chambers: No no no. This is too much now. Hammerpunch has been beaten soundly. There's no need for this.

Bianchi and Dieu, the only two men standing stare at each other from across the ring, an elated look in Dieu's eyes and a disinterested one in Bianchi's.

Stan Chambers: Please stop this, Jacob.

Bianchi takes one last look at Hammerpunch before vacating the ring, not bothering to look back as Dieu descends on his still prone victim.

Dieu drops several clubbing blows to the forehead of Hammerpunch, who meekly tries to defend himself. Dieu takes one last brutal shot before picking Hammerpunch up like a child and placing him up on his shoulders.

The martial arts master hangs limp, sagging forward above the towering Dieu, who lifts Hammerpunch up and brings him back down to earth, face first, with a brutal Fall from Grace.

Dieu plants his foot on Hammerpunch's back and raises his hands out to his side with a euphoric look on his face.

Stan Chambers: I... I don't even know what to say here ladies and gentlemen. I think we need to cut to commercials to give everyone here time to recover from the atrocious actions of both Jacob Bianchi and Remy Dieu.



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Floorboards creak and give way to the weight of something,
perhaps a foot step?
Or perhaps it was only the wind that was causing this old wood to scream out.
There was pain in its cry, as well as pain all over the environment.

A red tie lies on floor, but perhaps it was white...once.
A ivory shirt drifted further down...a bridge of clothes leading to something.

A bottle? Amber as the liquid inside…

A bed? As nice as your imagination can fathom.

A man on the edge of the bed...or sanity.

Malice in his eyes as dark as his stubble. Hands come together and head goes down, almost as if he were a good Christian boy.

Speaking to no one in particular…

“Ask for forgiveness...and your savior comes.”


The feed cuts.
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Chambers: Now it’s time for our main event. A huge matchup between these two titans! Thorn Junior taking on King Crowley which may just turn into a pier 6 brawl!

Sondra Rowe: This match is a pressure cooker already, but the most combustible element very well could be the special guest referee!

Mason: The next match is scheduled for one fall and is tonight’s main event of the evening!


***Sabotage***

The fans come alive as they await the best wrestler in the world today, who has yet to be Champion. Tommy Thorn walks on stage he points to the sky with his smug face and calls for the spotlight. The arena darkens and as the spotlight appears a bulked up shadow appears! The fans explode as the Beastie Boys scream their anthem and the hooded Bruce Thorn Junior strolls down the ramp. His eyes hidden by the hood, but his mouth tell the story. He is laser focused and ready to do battle with the top dog in the industry. Tommy walks behind his student amping the crowd telling them to ‘get on their feet and pay homage to best in the world’.


Mason:
Introducing first, weighing in at 245 pounds – Bruce Thooooooooooooooooorn JUUUUN-YOR!

Bruce sails through the ropes and kneels down raising both arms and pointing toward the sky. Uncle Tommy stands on the ring apron and applauds and demands the fans do the same. The sold out arena doesn’t need too much convincing as they stand behind Thorn. Thorn spins on his heels he walks slowly towards the ropes facing the entrance stage.

His theme music fades away and almost in sync he pulls down his hood, his eyes stare like daggers awaiting his opponent.


***Domination***


The heavy metal guitar riff punches into the chests of everyone in the arena as it signals the arrival of “The King”. The arena is covered in darkness, as the usual frightening images appear on the 3 storey high video screens. Smoke pours out of the entrance ramp grates and as the mist clears and the tempo kicks in, The Lord OF Destruction materializes! A group of his minions follow him down the ramp, walking as if they are being filmed with stop-motion cameras. Children turn to their parents as the red glow of the lights fill his path.


Mason:
His opponent, weighing in at 220 pounds, he is the Heavyweight Champion of the World – Croooooooooooooooowleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey!!!!

The fans boo this man like no other. Instead of a World title belt, he wears a Crown on his head. He unfastens his black velvet cape and throws it to the floor. Thorn and Crowley don’t take their eyes off of each other. His zombie like minions remove the crown from “The King’s” head as the Champion orders the referee to get his opponent back.

Thorn bounces on his heels and steps back just enough and then puts his hand and motions Crowley to bring it on! Crowley smirks to himself as one of his minions leaps up on the apron and sits on the rope for his Champion to walk through. Crowley stands tall as he stands across Thorn.


Chambers: The electricity in this building is incredible. Look at these two ready to tear the other apart.

Mason: And…. Your special guest referee…..

***Tyrants***

The fans go crazy!

Chambers:
Woooooooooooah!!! Well it’s Crowley nemesis here in PWC…

Mason: Shadoooooooooooooooooooow!!!!!

Crowley spins on his heels and is not impressed! He scrunches up his face. Thorn on the other hand lets out a little smirk. A top the ramp walks out the man from the dark side. He has a big smile on his face and waves to Crowley. He points at the zebra stripes he’s wearing while he high fives the fans at ringside. He slides into the ring and walks over to Thorn and asks him to step back. It looks like they are having some sort of conversation here. Crowley is still steaming on the other side. Shadow checks Thorn’s wrist tape before going over to check Crowley.

He starts patting down the King’s legs, which Crowley pushes him away. Shadow points at his stripes again and tells him to comply. The crowd roar as Crowley keeps refusing and Shadow keeps vigorously trying to pat down the legs. More words are exchanged and finally Crowley puts his leg out.
Shadow very pleased with himself backs away and calls for the bell.

Main Event| Crowley vs. Bruce Thorn Jr. w/ Special Guest referee Shadow


Shadow tells them to lock-up and the two men circle each other. Thorn sprints in looking for a single-leg, but Crowley rolls out of the ring to thunderous boos. Crowley is not happy at all about the situation he is in. Shadow asks him to get in. Crowley paces. So Shadow looks to the fans and shrugs his shoulders… quick fire succession..1.2.3.4.5.6.7.8 – Crowley can’t believe how fast he is being counted out and dives into the ring!!!

BOOM! A huge stomp to the back and shoulders from the six foot five-inch mountain of muscle Thorn! He stomps again and again and again! Crowley rolls under the rope to escape…. So Shadow looks to count him again! The World’s Champion holding his shoulder has no choice but to dive back in and receive some more as the fans eat it up here tonight!

Thorn quickly grabs The King and brings him to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Crowley bounces off and is met with the best Drop Kick in the Business right on the chin! Thorn kips up and the fans go crazy! Thorn drops an elbow right into the devil’s heart! He then transitions quickly into a cover..

Shadow drops quickly and delivers one of the fastest counts in PWC history 1-2- Crowley gets his shoulder up….


Sondra Rowe: That is the fastest count I’ve ever seen. Crowley is being screwed!

Chambers: There’s no doubt that Shadow is making the rules here. But we haven’t seen his cadence with Thorn Jr yet, so we can’t really comment.

Sondra Rowe: Oh Come on Stan, you know this is all about Shadow’s hatred for Crowley. He’s jealous.

Thorn brings Crowley to his feet by his hair and unloads a methodical Euro uppercut. And another! Crowley’s head snaps back and lands with a thud in the corner. Thorn set him up and sprints to the other side of the ring. The fans are on their feet! Corner Splash!!!!! NO!!! Crowley moves and Thorn crashes and burns! Crowley then viciously kicks the legs out from the other big man from behind! Thorn spins in the air and goes ass over landing on his shoulder.

The fans jeer as Crowley leans on the ropes to collect himself. Thorn quickly tries to get to his feet but Crowley remains behind him and hits a chopblock behind the left knee! Thorn’s leg folds under him and he falls to the ground. Crowley now is control as he drags Thorn’s left leg and drapes it across the bottom rope.

Standing flip moonsault crashes down on the knee!!!! Thorn cries out in pain. Crowley then gets in Shadow’s face even licking his lips as if he was some sort of snake. Shadow tells him to not worry about him. The Champion is in control as we go to commercial.


***Commercial***

Chambers: We are back and Bruce Thorn is serious trouble after taking several minutes of non-stop punishment to his leg.

Sondra Rowe: The Champion knows how to chop down a tree.

Crowley looks for a figure four, but Thorn grabs the ropes. Shadow quickly counts to have Crowley break the hold. 1-2-3-4- Crowley quickly lets go… He laughs at Shadow and then gets in his face again. Shadow points to his stripes and Crowley spits on the shirt. The fans get riled up and Shadow can’t believe it as the Demon King laughs in his face. As a “what are you gonna do?!”, he turns his back on Shadow, who cocks his fist but as a referee thinks better of it.

Crowley pulls Thorn up only to eat a big forearm that brings the fans back to life! He hits another and another and another and sets himself to Irish whip the Champ, but his knee fails him and Crowley is able to break the grasp and hit the ropes and come back with a drop kick to Thorn’s injured knee!
Thorn drops again and Crowley nails a vicious Shining Wizard! Rolls him over for the cover…….

Shadow nonchalantly walks around into position looks down and then slowly drops to his knees. He lifts his hand but Thorn kicks out before even a one count. The fans laugh at the King. Crowley gets to his feet and grabs Shadow by the collar of his referee shirt. Shadow tells him to get his hands off him.

SCHOOLBOY ROLL-UP!!!!

1
2
Kickout!

PUNT TO THORN’S HEAD!

Crowley gets back in Shadow’s face and orders him to count 1.2.3. Crowley grabs Thorn and body slams him in position for the Static-X. The champ points at Shadow and then at Thorn.

STATIC-X!
The pool is empty!
Thorn rolls out of the way and Crowley eats the mat! Thorn quickly hobbles to his feet and dragging Crowley up he hits a butterfly DDT! Cover!
1
2
Kickout!!! Shadow counts as quick as he can but the Champ kicks out! Thorn then grabs his smaller opponent and drapes his legs across the second rope looking for another DDT. The fans are behind him and cheer him on. BOOM! The DDT connects and the fans go crazy as Thorn slaps at his knee to get the blood flowing. Thorn Jr. drags the World Champion to the middle of the ring and stes up the Uranage – The fans are with him as he calls for the end and looks for Thorn in Your Side… But Crowley hits elbow shots to the side of the head as he desperately tries to escape. Thorn let’s go and Crowley looks for a Dragon Screw Leg Whip to rip the knee in half, but Thorn counters with a step up head kick! The fans go crazy!

The staggering Crowley swings for the fences but Thorn ducks and lays in heavy shots one after the other and then hits a big time lariat that turns Crowley inside out! Crowley’s minions get up on the apron but Shadow superkicks them off! The place is coming unglued and Thorn sets himself.

Chambers: SPEAR! SPEAR! SPEAR!

1!
2!


NO!

Crowley kicks out again as Thorn and Shadow can’t believe it.

Thorn roars and pulls Crowley to his feet – Thorn In Your Side – NO! Crowley counters into a FLATLINER!!!!!
The Champion then transitions into a Muta Lock! Crowley snarls at Shadow who can’t really do anything about this as if Thorn gives up, Shadow must call for the bell….

The fans are on their feet screaming “Please Don’t tap!”

Thorn’s head is being wrenched backwards but he refuses to give up. The pain seems to be unbearable… the injured knee is also locked in and it is being torn away… The submission is excruciating…

Shadow rolls out of the ring and starts fighting Crowley’s minions… Crowley can feel Thorn losing consciousness but there is no ref to check on him… Crowley releases the hold and slaps the mat is anger. He goes after Shadow and spins him around. The two get in a shouting match and they start pushing each other. Crowley is enraged and Shadow dares him to hit him and he’ll disqualify the champ and ruin his great unbeaten run.
Crowley rolls back into the ring looking to finish the job.

THORN IN YOUR SIDE!!!!!!

Shadow dives in and makes the count.

1.
But he does it slowly.
2.
To rub it in Crowley’s face.
3!


Winner: Bruce Thorn Junior

Ding! Ding! Ding! The fans explode! Shadow brings the hurt Thorn to his feet and raises his hand in victory

But the minions attack! Both men are knocked down and they are given the boots. One of the minions helps Crowley to his feet and he directs traffic. Two minions hold Shadow in a headlock so he can watch on. Thorn spits in Crowley’s face, but it’s all for naught. A minion hands the Lord of Destruction a chair and he brings it down on top of Thorn’s skull!! It busts the super athlete open and blood squirts over Crowley’s face. Shadow screams out “You sonavabitch!” but Thorn is dropped and he lies in a pool of his own blood. Crowley laughs in Shadow’s face before hitting Shadow with a punt kick knocking him out. lblue"]


King Crowley stands tall holding his chair high in the air, when one of his minions places his crown firmly on his head as the show fades to black…
.

...The show fades back in…

Jenny: Mr. Clement, sir. Your 6:30 has arrived, shall I send him in?

Inside his office Ernesto Clement sits up and smiles. Finally it was his turn to strike back.

Clement: Yes, please do. Thank you, Jenny.

The office door opens and in walks an unassuming man wearing a cheap black suit. If it wasn't for the fact that Clement was expecting him, he wouldn't have even looked twice at the man. He came to the conclusion that it probably helped as a Private Investigator.

He raises his hand and offers him the empty chair across from him which is quickly filled.


PI: So who am I looking into?

Clement: Jacob Bianchi. So far all I know is that he was born in Italy, but moved to Liverpool as a child.

PI: A former Lieutenant-Colonel in the Intelligence Corps, he left to begin training as a Wrestler and eventually joined your company.

Clement:
Anything else?

PI:
That was just the most cursory check, Mr. Clement. Once half of the payment has been received I'll begin a more in-depth search on the man. It'll be several weeks before we have anything more, but once we do, we'll let you know.

Clement: Thank you.

Clement places a thick envelope onto the desk which the PI places inside his suit jacket.


PI: I'll call once we're done with our search. Good day, Mr. Clement.

The PI gets to his feet and makes for the door, which opens, revealing Jacob Bianchi who is being trailed by an exasperated looking Jenny.

Jenny: I'm sorry, Mr. Clement, I couldn't stop him.

Bianchi: No worries, Jenny. I'm sure Clement is more than happy to see me.

Clement: It's fine, Jenny. Mr. Bianchi is always welcome in here.

Bianchi stifles a look of shock and glances towards the PI with a confused look on his face.

PI: Sorry I can't stick around, Jacob. Places to go, people to see. I'm sure you understand.

Bianchi nods, still looking confused about what just happened as the PI walks past him.

Clement: Do close the door behind you, Jacob. There's a bit of a draft getting in.

Bianchi's face flashes through several emotions before settling for an amused look as he closes the door behind him.

Bianchi: So is this the new trick? Just play everything off as if it's a joke that can be laughed away?

Clement clasps his hands together on top of the desk and beams up at his tormentor.

Clement: No, not at all, dear Jacob. I've just come to accept that our previous meetings have been a poor showing on each of us. What would people in this company think of us if we were constantly at one another's throats?

Bianchi: Who was your friend?

Clement almost looks disinterested at the question.

Clement: Oh him? Just another poor sod send to negotiate an advertising deal with the PWC. Something about ice cream with our stars faces on them. An interesting offer, but not one that I think we'll accept.

Bianchi: Uh huh...

Clement: So how can I help you, Jacob? I saw your match against Donald earlier. A daring performance, I must say, though I do wish you'd reign in some of your more violent tendencies. It has been getting difficult to replace the lost numbers as of late.

Bianchi: Never mind. It seems like you're stuck in some form of delusion where I don't have a loaded gun pointed straight at your head, so I'll let you live your little fantasy for a while longer.

Clement continues smiling, which clearly unsettles Bianchi who makes his way to the door.

Clement: Oh, Jacob dear? Be a lamb and close the door behind you.

Bianchi leaves, closing the door behind him just as Clement sinks back into his chair with a smile on his face. Bianchi may have a gun pointed at his head, but should things work out in Clement's favour, this playing field was about to be levelled in the most beautiful fashion yet.

The PWC's owner pours himself a glass of whiskey and gets comfortable as the cameras fade to black.



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#11 ·



Us vs Them

****



1987

They drove for a moment without speaking, the lights of passing traffic flashing at them through the windshield. “Is that why you never married?” She asked. “Because of your parents’ divorce?”

“It was one reason. The other is that I’ve never found the right woman.” He glanced at her as she smiled. “Why didn’t you married?”

She shrugged. “Never the right man.”

“There must have been someone in your life.”

“There was. For a while.” She hugged herself and stared out at the darkness rushing past.

“Didn’t work out?”

She managed at laugh. “I’m lucky it didn’t.”

“Do I detect a trace of sadness?”

“Disillusionment, really. When we first met, I thought he was quite extraordinary. He was a surgeon about to leave on a mercy mission to Africa. It’s so rare to find a man who really cares about humanity.” She paused.

“And what happened?”

“We were together for a while. And then I came to realize how he saw himself. The great white savior.”



****


2017



While everyone was enjoying the feast and having a good time, Crowley was sitting in his throne with his hands crossed holding his chin. He organized a banquet for his victory at Desolation and for the dauntless bravery of his ghouls in order to appease their thirst and bond for a while, and they would relax and drink exquisite wine and food. He knew that this was the last meal before going to a cruel war.

“Congrats, my King, for the bravery proved on the battlefield.”

Everyone took their glasses with wine and toasted. “Hail, hail, King Crowley.”

Crowley stood there, unmoved, only moving his head in a sign of approval of everything that was being said or done, and observed the movement of each one of them trying to perhaps burning their faces into his mind that only he knew, faces that even the same hell would feel terrified to see. The doors burst open and two guards peered inside, using their burning torches to light the dim room. Eyes peered out. They widened a little at seeing the pale shadow before them. Soon enough the noise cut immediately and the sound of glasses and rowdy men faded in her presence.

Black was Katherine’s favorite color. From head to toe she was clad in black semi-aniline leather her preferred choice of clothing line. The pants were tucked into knee high boots with stiletto heels. To enhance her look, her lips sported a glossy fire red.

She stepped forward with her head high as everyone stood up to greet her. She had yet to utter a single word, but her presence held authority.


“All hail the Queen.”

The Queen walked slowly and solemnly as the ghouls bow their heads. She nodded at them as she placed herself near the king. Before her stood a glass with wine, almost to the top, she lifts her glass in a salute, steadily, her diamond bracelet followed the glass.

“Our King opened his veins for your soul and turned his blood into wine. To forge a new destiny in accordance with your will. Drink of his power, share his vision and walk by his side through eternity.”

She brimming glass to her eager, red lips and paused, prolonging for one delicious instant more the anticipation of drinking.

Crowley’s eyes glassed over as he was lost in thought. The sound of Katherine’s voice booming out near him caused him to stiffen, his shoulders locking in place as he sat up straight in his throne. She looked at him steadily, so piercingly, that he had no choice but to meet her glance, and fixed his eyes upon the glass of wine. He stood up lifting his drink higher proudly.

“All hail the King.”

As dozen of Ghouls roared in unison. Katherine looked at the dark figures celebrating and then Crowley who turned around and left immediately leaving her concerned.



****


After Vortex episode 12.



Kingdom

The castle courtyards and stairways were lit by lined up wrought iron wall torches glowing red.

The room begin to light up with a bluish silvery glow while a fog formed at Crowley’s feet. An abrupt winking out… and the room was pitch black again. One by one the torches came alive. The shadows within danced in the flickering, and as he passes by the torches a ghoul with a unique red mask can felt the heat emanating from them. The throne began to lighten up Crowley opened his eyes with the darkness surrounded him like a shell. The ghoul kneeled. He announced, “My King, I came to report myself.”

Tell me Corvus.

We have not found them yet, my King. It seems like they vanished from the face of the earth. The king sighed and nodded. He replied,

“I see, it’s time to mobilize the imperial guard. Send them to the north, west, south and hunt them down let the enemy shiver to the core. He came threatening my family, he…I need to end him.

My king shouldn’t the Queen know about this?

No.

But she needs to…

I said no! Are you going to disobey me now?

After a threatening look from Crowley, the ghoul bowed his head.

No sir!

Crowley stood up and began to walk behind his throne slowly.

Even though she’s strong and fierce, it’s like there’s something behind it something that brings out the protector in me. And I can’t bear the thought of seeing the fear in her eyes again. Not anymore.



Flashback



Tears welled in Katherine’s luminous eyes and her hand trembling in mine and I saw her look apprehensively toward the door but there the man in white trench clothes waited for us.

I had anticipated this situation. It would be foolish to hope that a man whose wife had been “stolen” would not seek a way to rescue her. Eventually, you would surely find a way to take her back. However, even though we had anticipated it… truly, this is cause to celebration my white knights. It doesn’t matter how many times you two watch at this door you can’t escape. You’ve already been caught in my spider’s nest.

Who are you?

“How many times do I have to tell you? You already know my name.

Stephen paused a moment, looking down, doubtless to see if he could remember.

Whatever you plan to do with US I will stop you.

“Why do you speak of stopping me? Dou you honestly don’t remember me? What am I to you? Let me tell you this, I am not your enemy. But I’ll take her with me.

Stephen slowly moved his feet defensively ready to attack scanning for a way out as he tightened his grip on her hand. He was surrounded by dozens of men in white clothes.

He turned around and whispered at her ear.

Only one of us should leave and that it should be you. I want you to run as fast as you can.

But…

The white figures moved abruptly.

Now run…



****


*Note, text in Dimgray is crowley's voice in off to avoid mistakes.*


Present


He lumbered across the room to his left side and parted the curtains. He stood at the window with that doubt in him listening to the pattering rain, once more looking out into the black darkness.

I’ve been thinking about what happened at Desolation. Something’s not right…

The darkness forced his mind back upon itself, and set his memory at work, reviving vividly his confrontation with Shadow and Bruce Thorn Jr. at Vortex. Their faces seemed to be hovering out in the middle of the darkness, confronting him through the window, with their features growing larger and moving closer, till they seemed to fill the window. The sound of a voice woke him up.

My King!

You don’t have to waste more time with Shadow anymore. We can deal with that roach. He has not seen the imperial guard in action, he won’t stand a chance.

Don’t underestimate him. Even if he doesn’t stand a chance he’ll keep rising from the ashes stronger than ever.

But what about Bruce Thorn Jr.?

He closed the curtains and turned his back to the window with a deep breath of joy and consternation. That moment steadied him, calmed him, restored him, mind and body, to himself.

We fought back to back, Bruce and Crowley against a common foe like brothers in arms. We could hear the boos of the crowd and felt them in our bones. But know his boos turned into cheers and now I can’t barely see his face in that ring under bright starburst flashes of light.

He hold his daughter, his only daughter caressing her features with deep emotion wishing her goodnight. He’s already dressed ready to leave. He returns to his bed kissing his sleeping wife goodbye. Alone he stands in the doorway his family still asleep gazing at the starlit horizon. When dawn comes he must leave them his home his family. For his match, beyond those waves, on course to far off Scandinavian lands heading for glorious wars.

His pride is lethal and so is his spear.

But I got the darkness as my shield.

Our fight has just begun. Let shall see what is more powerful.

The wind howls like wolves at the moon. One hundred men prepared to war their hearts pound like never before. Their cloaks fly in the wind.

My King I’ll go and tell the rest of ghouls to prepare themselves to go with you.

No!

All of you will stay here. Stand firm against all odds guarding the most sacred home. Protecting the realm of its King. My wife and daughter.

He walked behind the throne where the elegant gold crown sat and took it and left through the curtains behind the throne where his frame disappeared.

But Bruce is…

I know. But before being a King I was a warrior…

He stepped out of his kingdom and headed to his car. He grab the door of his car and sees her reflection on the window with a slightly smile on his face.

And I’ll fight like one at Vortex 13.



****


Kathrine could hear sounds of struggle and a vicious snarl reverberated her door before it was replaced with the distinctive sound of a body hitting something hard. Her breath turned to deep gasping breaths. Grabbing the twisted metal frame of the door she opened it. Soon her face turned white with terror. There he was again the man in white clothes.

I like that face. That face that hates being alone, and fears solitude its unbearably endearing.

Katherine…​
 
#12 · (Edited)
Trying lots of different stuff with Thorn going forward. Bear with me if you can lol

BRUCE THORN JR.

THE BEAST

The snow clung tightly to his boots as he waded his way through. He legs felt like lead weighing him down, restricting his movement. Every step felt harder, more of a struggle than the last. Every breath became a battle, a battle he wasn’t sure he could fight anymore.

Where am I?

The winds gusted all around him pushing him from one side to the other, his only way to stay upright was the snow that weighed him down. It cut deep through to his bones. It all seems darker now. His salvation further away than he ever imagined. The bitter cold was painful.

I need to leave this place.

If he repeated the words enough, maybe he could make it be true, but he couldn’t. There was nothing around him. Just cold, just distance, just darkness.

****


Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, 4 days before Vortex

Bruce Thorn pondered his situation as they drove.

I need to beat him. I need to defeat Crowley.

It was all he could think about. He lived it every moment since he found out that the World Heavyweight Champion was his next opponent. He remembered the first match he ever had here. In that match he had faced Crowley. He remembered the times they had teamed together. Both men had almost parallel journeys here in PWC. The biggest difference between them, besides the fact that Crowley was an absolute psychopath bent on destruction, was that the so called King had actually done it. And he was different now. There was an aura about him now. Crowley had actually won the World Heavyweight Championship. Thorn clinched his fist into a ball. His face flushing with anger. Crowley had done what he couldn't do.

But I haven’t. I haven't even come close.

It ate away at him every moment of everyday. Piece by piece. Was he even good enough? Could he compete with the Champion, one of the most dominate Champions PWC has ever seen.

I……I can.


He had done it before, fought Crowley and stayed on his level. But could he do it again. And then there was Shadow to take into account. Another volatile variable in this situation. Shadow came as close as any man before him to defeating Crowley for the title. Last week he took Thorn to the limit, pushed him as far as anyone has ever done before. Shadow was the real deal, a true great wrestler. Thorn remembered what his friend Doug Ramsey had told him.

You’re getting soft Bruce, this entire thing with Cassie and that kid we found has messed with your head. It's distracted you from your training.

It tasted bitter in his mouth, but the honest truth was Doug was right. His focus was split. He needed to find Cassie, uncover the truth behind her disappearance and put all of this behind him.

We’re here, Bruce.

Right, let’s get to it.


They made their way from the car to the doorstep of Doug’s old family home. It was a quiet neighborhood, the only noise the sound of joyful children playing on the streets. The gardens were well kept and there were parks to play in.

She didn't sound like herself when she called.

Really? I hope everything's okay.

Doug gingerly tapped the door to his childhood home. His mother was at the door in a second. She smiled a warm friendly smile.

Mrs. Ramsey, it’s really good to see you again.

She showed them in and they took a seat in the Ramsey family’s spacious living room. Old family pictures hung all around them from the walls. Doug seems like he had a great childhood. Thorn felt guilty for a moment, knowing that he hadn’t really made an effort to get to know his friend’s Doug's past.


Mom, you said it was important. Something about Jake.


Doug’s mom had taken to calling the little boy they found Jake, after her now diseased husband. The little boy seemed to like the name and the old lady who looked after him. He didn’t remember what his name was or anything else prior to the night they first found him. This seemed to be the safest place they could leave him, away from danger and safe with Mrs. Ramsey. The old lady had a weary look on her face.

Is everything okay, Mrs. Ramsey.

Yes….I…I mean to say no, it really isn’t.

What do you mean Mom? Is Jake okay?


He’s……you’ll have to see for yourselves.

She stood up nervously and ushered them upstairs to his bedroom. She pointed to the door of Doug’s old room and told them go through. Thorn and Doug looked at each other gravely concerned.

Mom, just tell us what’s going on.

No, you need to see this for yourselves.

The pair opened the door to the bedroom slowly when a shot of blinding pale golden light hit them. They closed their eyes for a moment to let them adjust and then walked through. Bruce Thorn and Doug Ramsey were stunned.

What the…

I….don't know.

He’s been like this the entire afternoon, I don’t know what to do. He doesn’t respond to anything I do or say.

They both look at each other, words failing them. It was Jake, sitting on his bed in a meditation position, bathed in a warm golden light all around him……levitating.

****


The cold gnawed at his bones. He felt their eyes all around him. A low growl as they stalked his every move. He turned to his left and then his right. He needed to run. He needed to get away from the danger. He looked at the dark edges of the wilderness. They looked at him with blood red eyes. They were beasts, ready to devour him. Their hungry eyes watched him. They moved fast and quick, ready to attack. He saw the biggest one. He moved quicker than the rest. He was more fearsome and bold. He hungered for Thorn’s flesh. His mouth wide as he bared his sharp teeth, blood dripping down from them and staining the snow covered ground.


I have to run. I have to escape.

Every fiber of Thorn’s being wanted to run, wanted to escape. The beast and his pack were so close. Would this be his end?

No!


Thorn stood still and straight.


I don’t fear you.

He closed his eyes, feeling their warm breath all around him.

I won’t let my fear guide me. I’ll fight to the end.

When he opened his eyes……

Royal Arena, Copenhagen, Denmark, Vortex


The Arena felt cold but the fear he felt was long gone. In only a short while he’d meet the most dangerous beast in the land, PWC's baddest predator. He would meet the Champion of the World, a man who styles himself a King, Crowley.

Tommy Thorn enquired if his nephew needed anything. Bruce said no.


The only thing I need is Crowley in that ring standing in front of me right now.

The fear of failure was gone. All he needed was the thrill of the fight. Tonight he would show the world that he wasn't just as good as Shadow, just as good as Crowley. He would show the world he was better than both.
 
#17 · (Edited)
London, England
1430 Hours, 3 Days Until Vortex



Mr. Lane, sir. I have a Jacob Bianchi outside and he claims he has an appointment with you. I don't have any record of this th...

It's fine, Angela. Send Mr. Bianchi in.

Sirius Lane leant back in his chair, completely unsurprised by the sudden appearance of his former pupil. Despite their lack of contact in recent years and Jacob's claim to be done with the intelligence game, Lane knew that both he and Bianchi had been keeping close tabs on the other, each playing their own little game.

The doors to his office open, and in walks Angela. She had proven to be a perfect acquisition for Sirius, having shown absolutely zero interest in his business, despite being the closest person to him in the company.

Bianchi walked into the room behind her, his eyes flickering around the room. Despite the almost bored look on his face, Sirius knew that Jacob was taking note of everything he saw, looking for something that would give him the advantage he needed.

Without a word, Angela leaves the room, leaving the two men on their own.


Feel free to grab a seat, Jacob. There's no need to stand on ceremony with me.

As Bianchi sits down, Lane withdraws a manila folder from within his desk and places it carefully down in front of him.

We're both busy men, Jacob, so lets skip the reminicing of old times and get straight to business. If I'm correct, you're here to see me about something related to your newest line of work.

Can't I check in on you? Seems unfair that Walker sends you constant updates on me, but I get none in return.

Lane chuckles at this.

Are you honestly pretending that you haven't been keeping tabs on me, Jacob? I'm pretty sure I've found a new microphone in my car every week since we parted ways. I'm not even going to ask how you're managing to get in there.

Bribes mostly. Honestly not sure it's worth what I'm paying.

I don't doubt it. Now, why are you here.

Ernesto Clement.

Your boss. Quiet unassuming sort, but as you and Mr. Walker uncovered, he seems to have a bit of a past. I'll admit to being a little shocked that you and he have had a bit of a falling out. As I said, he's an unassuming sort, so you definitely had to be the one to poke this bear. I'm curious as to why.

I'll keep my reasons to myself. All anyone needs to know is that he's unfit to remain in charge of that company, and I think its high time someone did something about it.

And what of this Miss Page? Not only has she been your biggest supporter barring myself, but she has remained remarkably outside of your crosshairs, despite having close access to Clement himself.

She brought me in. It wouldn't be smart to bite at the hand that gave me this shot. For now she's out of the dark enough to not be a threat, though it seems Clement no longer trusts her.

Mhmm. From what Mr. Walker has told me, Clement thinks you and Miss Page are in cahoots. I believe this is why he has been growing so desperate lately.

He's been making a few calls to numbers that I've had a hard time tracking. So he's definitely up to something, but I'm not entirely sure what.

I'll have Mr. Walker keep a closer eye on you if that's the case. I can't have my star pupil getting hurt before his schemes come to fruition.

Bianchi dips his head in appreciation. His eyes fall onto the folder which hasn't moved since Lane placed it on his desk.

You going to tell me what's in there, or do you want me to guess?

This is everything I have on you.

Bianchi thumbs through the folder nonchalantly.

Why do you have this? You know everything there is to know about me. What use is keeping a folder around?


Jacob dear, this is everything I dug up with the most basic of searches. You've sat around in this company dealing with men like Ernesto Clement and Remy Dieu, and as a result, you've grown sloppy. Borderline lazy even.

I'm not entirely shocked by this. You've always performed better when you're being challenged on all fronts. Until now, you haven't recieved that challenge in this Wrestling company of yours.

And now?

Now you're stealing homes from old men and handing them to cultists and you're piling pressure on a man who has shown his willingness to throw body after body in you path just to ensure he remains in charge of his own little world.

These are small time gambits compared to what you and I did. With me you ruined companies and bankrupted millionaires. As far as your targets were concerned, you didn't even exist.

Now you're the target though, and you have no idea where the attacks will come from.


What are you getting at Lane?

Come work with me again. I'll hide you and your past. I'll even help you rid the PWC of Clement.

And if I say no?

Jacob, you came to me asking for my assistance. This is the price of that aid.


Then forget I asked. I'm done with this business, Sirius.

For now, Jacob. For now.

We'll see.

The air in the room seems to drop several degrees as the two men stare each other down from across Lane's desk, neither willing to shift from their stance.

Mr. Lane, sir. Your 3PM has arrived.

Lane reaches down and presses a button on his desk.

Thank you, Angela. I'll see him immediately. It seems Mr. Bianchi and I have finished our meeting just in time.

Okay, sir. I'll send him in once he's ready.

Bianchi gets to his feet and makes his way to the door.

Oh, Jacob.

He turns back.

Do reconsider that deal. I think it's time you and I resumed our partnership.

Bianchi shakes his head and leaves the room.


---

Copenhagen, Denmark
1600 Hours, The Day of Vortex



The low growl of an engine fills the car that Jacob Bianchi and Gareth Walker are sat in. Bianchi is focused intently on the road that they are speeding down, while Walker's eyes are solely focused on a manila folder that is sat in his lap.

Donald Hammerpunch, born Donald Frehley in Kansas City is a Martial Arts Teacher who has performed in many Underground Fighting Tournaments worldwide. He is the leading expert on Donjitsu, the Martial Arts Discipline that he created, and has been teaching it for several years.

Donjitsu is also the only discipline that he holds a Black Belt in.

Wait, really?

Surprisingly, yes. This idea that he's the ultimate martial artist has been wildly overblown. Hell, he gave himself the nickname, 'The World's Most Dangerous Man'.

Arrogant?

Cocky. While he's not this ultimate fighting machine, he's still a danger. A former Champion in the PWC that has fallen on his luck as of late.

Why him then?

No other Champions. Vos and Black have left, Elric is a shadow of his former self, Nero's been dealt with, and I've steered clear enough of Crowley that he wouldn't care to target me yet. Hammerpunch won't be the only name willing to stand with Clement, but he's the only one that fits Clement's requirements.

A former Champion, or someone who has proven to be a star?

Correct. If Clement wasn't so focused on the so called glory his Champions have brought, he would have accepted my suggestion that Jalapeno be the one to face me.

You've come a long way from barely acknowledging his existence.

Don't confuse this for a sudden love of this spicy fool. Jalapeno remains beneath me, but it's undeniable that he has got the better of myself and Mr. Dieu on multiple occasions now. He may not know how he's doing it, but the man has proven to be an annoyance, and it's one that I would need complete focus to remove.

Walker nods.

So how do you deal with Hammerpunch?

Fight him. He's a hand-to-hand fighter with proficient grappling abilities, but he's off his game. I'm going to take the fight exactly where he wants it to go, and I'm going to beat him regardless.

Why?

Because that's what will hurt Clement the most. Not some sneak attack, or a distraction. He can recover from those. If I beat his newest Champion at his own game, he'll get desperate. I need to push him over the edge. Force him into making a move that shows the world exactly the kind of man he is. This is how I win.

You think he'll crack?

The cracks are already showing, Gareth. All it needs now is some pressure before he finally breaks.
 
#16 ·
A Few weeks have passed since Jacob has helped Remy Dieu find a new home.

In the past few weeks Remy has spent most of his time watching TV, watching the news, as well as watching Old Horror movies from the past, the man that moved out of the house had a giant tv with apps built into the TV, it took a few days, but Remy eventually learned how to get to Netflix and access the man's account. One thing that Remy couldn't help but notice is how messed up the mind of the old man was, as under the recommendations was a bunch of gruesome horror movies, and torture porn.

Though Remy had felt a little bad about the old man losing his home, the more that Remy saw people's body parts being torn off their body, the more he saw people's eye's gouged out, all the sympathetic feelings that Remy had for the guy faded away.
Though Remy had scene at his old home, the slaughtering of animals, very real and graphic scenes in person. Even having his own hands covered in the blood of lambs, among other animals. the scenes he saw on the TV felt more disturbing to him, no matter how fake they really are.

On this day in particular, Remy had finished watching another horror movie that had murderous hillbillies hacking up teenagers. And all Remy couldn't help but think is how the way he dressed resembled a lot of the killers in the movies.

"No wonder, people were so hesitant about coming to my home in the outback" is all Remy could think about. And though the scenes he had watched were gruesome, it made him even more grateful for his new home.

Growing tired of seeing people dying all day, Remy picked up the remote and turned off the TV. And afterwards the house was errily silent. As opposed to where Remy use to live, in which you can always hear something, whether it be the sound of coyotes, or the constant sound of birds chirping, but the walls in this home were so thick, any noise being made from the outside was being blocked out, leaving Remy Dieu alone in silence.

*Beep Beep

Remy shot off his couch, stunned at the sudden noise that echoed throughout the house. Looking around he saw his Laptop sitting open on the kitchen table. Though he is in a new home, Remy had yet to put it to good use since he first moved in, no communicating with anyone, no videos, he almost forgot that the laptop was even there.

Quickly Remy moved to the open laptop, and saw that he had an email notification from PWC. Remy opened up the email, and saw a photo-shopped image of Ivory and Remy Dieu on the same screen with a "Vs" in the middle. There was text in the bottom that read "Ivory will face Remy Dieu at the next Vortex, as he looks to get revenge on Remy Dieu after the unprovoked attack he suffered."

"Heh" Remy let out a slight chuckle.
"Of course they would make me out to be a bad guy," he thought to himself. Though yes, Remy did attack Ivory and Flexx unprovoked, they had 2 man advantage.. Any other man would be revered as vigilante, or a hero, to get into the ring by himself, confronting two men, and still manage to walk out on his own two feet. All he wanted to prove to the audience that even though he had lost to Jensen, he was still as strong as ever, and he could still be their hero, their savior, but somehow someway, he was still made out to be the bad guy.

Remy's blood was starting to boil, as all he could do was keep rereading the message, and how he kept thinking that the PWC higher-ups want to keep making these false heroes, and how they could keep making him out to be the villian. All he could think about is all the movies he kept watching, which showed people who look just like him as savages, killers, people who hurt others without reason, and how PWC wants to put Remy in that group, and put the label of savage, of evil, of a villain on him.
As Remy continued to look at his screen, his eyes moved to the bottom of it, and he noticed a camera icon... In that quick moment, Remy knew what he had to do.

He has to fight the powers that be, he has to reach the masses, and expose them to the truth, that he is a hero, and the savior that they need, and how they just don't know it yet.

Remy clicked on the camera icon, and in less than a second, a white flash went off in front of Remy's eyes. After few seconds passed, and Remy's eyes could focus, he noticed a camera starring back at him, with a white light shining, along with a red light. Remy knew at that moment he was recording....

"Hello, my children.. I know I've been quiet for the past few weeks, and these past few weeks, the PWC officials have been spewing propaganda and nonsense about me. Trying to twist my heroic actions around last week, and make me out to be some sort of evil monster. But I trust and I pray you all don't fall for their words. You all need to use your eyes and see the truth. You saw me standing in the middle of the ring, and though it was a split second, Ivory the man, who's supposedly the victim in all this, made a quick movement towards me, and I reacted. I feared for safety, and I attacked him first before he could get to me. Now Flexx, some may say was trying to leave the ring, and from your guys angle that may seem true. But I know Flexx, I know the man he is.. I know he was trying to leave the ring and get some kind of weapon, to come in and attack poor incident me.

Now let me ask you all a question. When a police officer, enters a bad man's home. And there's a stand off, and the criminal makes a sudden movement, and the police officer makes the decision to shoot. You know what usually happens, the police officer is always hailed as a hero, the world will continue to praise that officer's decision, to protect himself.. So my question is, why the fuck am I being treated differently. Is it the way I look, the way I talk huh. Ivory is a punk, a self-admitted cocky asshole, while I try to stay as humble as I can be, and he's the one that is made the victim in this...... What?

You know what that's fine. I was never told this was going to be easy, so Ivory you want to be the victim in all this, and the higher-ups all want, Ivory to be the hero, to conquer the big bad Remy Dieu... Well after this Vortex, Ivory we will see who the real hero is.. And let's see if you can be the hero that the world wants you to be, the world loves seeing the cocky asshole turn into the lovable hero. Or are you going to be just another, false idol. You see Ivory, I'm fighting to change everyone's opinions about me, I don't want to be seen as a monster, I want and I will be the hero this world needs. And for me to do that, at Vortex... I must expose you for who you truly are... Ivory, I'll see you soon."

Remy reaches for the stop button, the red and white lights off the camera turned off, and Remy Dieu was one again sitting alone in silence.

Now all Remy could do was sit and wait, soon the world will accept him as the hero he knew he could be.
 
#21 ·
Guys, I am having one of my shitty headaches I get becaue of my eyes. If anybody in the fed reads this, will it be cool if I take the deadline to the end of the weekend? Trying to force an RP when your head is pounding is quite difficult.
 
#23 ·
Stories From The Road: An Austin Angel RP

The Day After Vortex 11: Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada

It was time for celebration, Becca and I's lawyer Reede Fletcher had just secured me the biggest contract in the history of PWC and now I'd be making more money than anybody else in the company and it was about time. However our celebration would have to wait as we had a flight to catch in a few hours and we had to be at the airport within an hour and a half. Clement was too thick headed to see the value of the deal but thankfully Miss Page is a smart business woman and agreed to our terms, every single one of them. To celebrate this monumentous occasion, Becca and I decided to go to the local mall before we left later that day. Upon arriving there, incognito to avoid being swarmed by mobs of fans of course, we headed for the music store.

Angel: Maybe we'll find something good in here to play on the luxury tour bus, Miss Page promised to have it ready for us at Desolation.

We began looking around the store as Becca shrugged at me.

Becca: I don't know, I tend to doubt we will. I mean do they even get normal music up here in this middle of nowhere run down town? It's truly disgusting the places Clement chooses to tour at.

I laughed and nodded in agreement, he does have a tendency to avoid the big cities of the world, he must feel so out of place in those big cities. And if he walked down the street in the likes of LA, Paris, London and New York City in one of those weird brightly colored suits he has a habit of wearing he'd get arrested for the crimes against fashion.

Angel: You're not wrong about him, it's one of many reasons I hate dealing with him. He just needs to give Miss Page full control of the company, she could really take it to the next level. And as far as music, you're probably right but we need something to do before our flight and if I have to eat any more of the disgusting food in this country I think I'll be sick for a week.

Becca laughed as we looked over the many rows of CD's. They were separated by genre and in alphabetical order. As we went up and down each row we picked up a few CD's and looked at them before putting them down.

Angel: They have so many awful CD's here, only a few decent ones and even those are nothing worth wasting money on.

Becca nodded in agreement as she reached the pop section of the store.

Becca: Ugh I know, we'll just have to settle for whatever is on the radio I guess. Oh well, not like we'll even be awake much anyway on the bus, if it's up to our standards we'll be able to use the longer bus rides to catch up on sleep.

Angel: Hopefully, but I think we can trust Miss Page to meet our standards, she's the smart one and she knows what we expect.

Becca nodded as she scanned the shelves, I could tell by the look on her face she was on the hunt for something.

Angel: What are you looking for Bec?

She glanced back at me.

Becca: I was looking to see if they at least had my CD, but I don't think they do.

She shook her head in disappointment as I raised an eyebrow in surprise.

Angel: Are you sure it's not just sold out?

We both scanned the shelves again, not spotting a name label where her CD would be anywhere.

Becca: Nope.

Angel: Well no wonder this store is trash, come on babe if this store doesn't wanna carry your CD they don't deserve to have us in it.

Becca nodded in agreement with me as we left the store and headed for the exit of the mall, it was about time for us to leave for the airport soon anyway where we'd meet up with Axl, Riley and Bret. At Desolation I was scheduled to address the crowd and announce my official return to the company, and boy did I have some things I wanted to say to the idiots who dare to boo me.

Backstage After Vortex 12:

I was hanging out backstage with Becca, Axl, Riley and Bret, we were watching the rest of the show and making fun of how lame the rest of the roster is around here. I mean come on the greatest wrestler to ever lace up a pair of boots makes his grand return and the best you can give him is some local hero Beau Dechumps? Or was it DeDumps? Oh well like it matters, I destroyed him in a matter of seconds and if it wasn't for that idiot Jensen sticking his nose in my business, we would have done him a favor and saved him a lot of time and money by ending his career before it could even start. But if Jensen wants to stick his nose in my business I'll just have to teach him a lesson.

Austin: Finally the show is over, now it's time to go have a talk with Clement.

All 5 of us stood up and left the locker room, making a bee line for Clement's office. As we got there I had Riley, Bret and Axl wait outside the office, after all if any of the losers around here wanted to come in they needed to be shooed away, besides Becca and I are able to handle this business. I opened the door to Clement's office and caught him off guard, he was looking at some papers on his desk that he quickly put into a drawer as Becca and I approached.

Clement: Austin, Becca, I thought we handled the contract issue already? Please don't tell me you wanna add anything else to the contract.

I shook my head.

Angel: No not right now anyway, but I am here to cash in one of the many perks of my contract.

Clement sighed in annoyance, but I didn't really care. I had more important things to worry about.

Clement: If this is about that realty show you wanted we're working on securing you a personal camera man, based off the list of requirements you demanded in a camera man...

I again shook my head as Becca spoke up.

Becca: No Clement, we're here about the title shot Austin was promised.

I nodded.

Angel: That's right, Jensen stuck his nose in my business and he needs to pay. I'm taking my title shot promised to me in my new contract and I'm using it for a shot at the TV Title. Maybe I'll even do Jensen a favor and let him become roommates with his new friend in the hospital.

Clement had a confused look on his face as he reached into his drawer and pulled out his copy of my contract. As he looked it over he shook his head in disappointment.

Clement: I can't believe Miss Page really gave you a free title shot. Then again I can't believe most of the perks she gave in too...but fine. Jensen has to defend the title anyway so at Vortex 13 you will be his challenger. Don't expect any other free title shots in the future.

I laughed as did Becca.

Angel: As if I'll need them. I'm going to beat Jensen and after I get sick of being TV Champion I'll come for the other champions. All I needed was a guaranteed opportunity that I knew you wouldn't give to me.

I turned to Becca, who had a grin on her face.

Angel: Come on babe lets get out of this dump of a town, I'm sure the brand new tour bus is ready and waiting for us.

Becca and I turned to leave, walking to the door before Becca turned back to Clement.

Becca: Oh and we expect our camera man to be ready by Vortex 13 as well. If not I might have to put a call in to our lawyer, find out if your delays are a breach of contract.

Before Clement could respond we walked out of the office, Axl, Bret and Riley following close behind as we headed for the brand new luxury tour bus. Just one of the perks of signing the biggest contract in PWC history and one of the only acceptable ways to travel for people as important as us.

3 Days Later: Copenhagen, Denmark

As we got into our room at the hotel in Denmark, Becca and I put our bags down and looked around the room for a minute. Riley and Bret had agreed to share the room next door with Axl and the 5 of us we're planning on going to see what there was to do in this third world country later on tonight. For now though we needed time to relax after the long flight and maybe order some room service. Just as we turned on the TV and settled in, the door from the room next door opened as Riley and Bret walked in and closed the door behind them.

Riley: These rooms are pretty sweet, I'm so glad we took your advice Austin and got a room here instead of the crappy hotel everybody else is staying at. Even if we have to share a room with Axl.

Bret: Speaking of which he kicked us out cause he wants to take a nap before we go out tonight, mind if we hang out with you guys until then?

I looked over at Becca and she shrugged, leaving it up to me. I looked back at the brothers and nodded.

Angel: Yeah that's fine, we're just hanging out watching TV though, and thinking of ordering something from room service. Becca is craving a cheeseburger and I was thinking of getting one too. Do you guys want anything?

The Brothers each sat down in a chair at the table in the room as they thought about it.

Bret: I could go for a burger as long as they have french fries.

Riley: Yeah same, plus it's nearly impossible to screw up a burger right?

I nodded as I placed the order to room service. While I was on the phone Becca kicked off her shoes and sat down on the bed. I hung up the phone after finding out how long it'd take for the food to be delivered to the room and sat down next to Becca on the bed.

Angel: Looks like we have a half hour to kill, let's talk about our plan for Vortex this week, and how we're gonna handle Jensen so I can take his title and finally get some gold around my waist.

Riley and Bret nod as they wait to hear the plan, they might only be part time wrestlers but they can get the job done if I need them to and they could be key to beating Jensen even if they just distract him.

Angel: I don't think I need to mention how superior I am in the ring, because we all know I am and even he knows I'm better than him. The whole world will know it soon after I take his title.

Riley and Bret nod in agreement as does Becca as they continue to listen to what I'm saying.

Angel: But he'll have the stupid fans cheering him on because they don't see true talent when it's right in front of their fat faces. And who knows what his crazy co star girlfriend will pull. Word around the street is she's part of some crazy cult or something.

Suddenly Becca chimes in, interrupting me.

Becca: Don't worry about that Morgan woman, if she tries anything I'd have no issue handling her. Or just having Axl carry her away to the back.

Riley, Bret and I shared a laugh at the thought of Becca fighting someone, sure she's got a fiery personality but she's only 5'2 and I'm pretty sure the closest she's ever been to being in a fight is slapping someone.

Becca: Hey let her try something and see how I whoop her. But back to the focus on the match, Austin, you need to get that TV Title. This is a huge step as part of the master plan to take over PWC.

I nodded in agreement, all the pressure is on me going into the match and if I have to hear one more time how I'm a choke artist I'm going to hurt someone. Bad.

Angel: I agree, and this win means everything to me. Not only will I shut the haters up about being a "choke artist", but it proves to the world that the real superstar who should have been given the movie roles, who should be walking the red carpet, who should be getting everything is me. When I look at Jensen all I see is bland. Bland personality, bland look, bland moveset, bland theme song, everything about him is bland. But because he sucks up to the fans and he kisses Clement's ass he gets all the extra perks?

I shake my head in anger.

Angel: I am the best athlete in all of wrestling, the best moveset, I'm easily the best looking superstar on the roster, and who would look better on the red carpet than Becca and I? Nobody. Instead of giving Jensen a movie role and pairing him with that horrible actress, they should have had Becca and I co star in the movie. If they had instead of just being a mild success, the movie would have been the highest grossing movie of all-time!

Becca nods in agreement before speaking up.

Becca: I couldn't agree more, we're the true A-List couple around here and it's time for everybody to realize that. But after you have the Television Title around your waist, maybe everybody will finally realize your true greatness.

Riley: So boss, what do you need us to do? Soften up Jensen a little bit before the match? Distract him while you sneak in the ring behind him and jump him to start the match?

Bret: Yeah boss whatever you need we got it covered. It'd make your job a lot easier if he came in already beat up.

I thought about it for a moment, it would be a lot easier to win the title if Jensen had already had to deal with Riley and Bret backstage, not to mention Axl. After all even though I don't like him there's no denying his toughness, he did survive a cage match with Remy Dieu to still be champion today. But then all I'll hear is how I'm a weak champion, how I'm not deserving, how I only won because Jensen didn't come in at 100%. I don't wanna hear any of that, I don't wanna leave the fans any excuse for why their hero failed. After thinking about it I shook my head no, much to the surprise of the Elliot Brothers.

Austin: No don't jump him. I do want both of you, Becca and Axl at ringside in case I need you, but I want him coming in as close to 100% as possible, leave him no excuses when I pin his shoulders to the mat. I want him to lay there flat on his back as I stand over him with the TV Title raised high above my head and realize he's just not good enough to beat me. I'm on a mission when I go out there and I'm gonna be more focused than ever before. When I stepped in the ring with Shadow I under estimated him, I thought he'd be easy pickings but I've seen first hand what Jensen can do when he turns things up to that next level and I know he wants to beat me just as bad as I wanna beat him. But the simple fact is I want it more than him, I need it more than him.

Suddenly there's a knock on the door to the room.

Bellhop: Room service.

Finally our food has arrived. I stand up and walk to the door, opening it as the bell hop brings the cart with four trays of food on it. He opens them to show the 4 cheeseburgers and places the plates on the table. After doing so he mentions something about a tip, but I simply shoo him out of the room after telling him no, he expects a tip for being a minute late? HA! After slamming the door in his face I sit down at the table with Becca, Riley and Bret for dinner before we go out tonight to finally celebrate the massive contract I recently signed, but the celebration we have tonight will be nothing compared to the championship celebration we have after Vortex this week.
 
#24 · (Edited)
Jensen: Untitled RP



Montreal, Quebec, Canada

Sooner or later, I knew the fun would have to end. Probably with good reason, too. With Mr. Jalapeño and I going wild in the City of New York, I learned a few important things about myself:

1. As it turns out I am a fantastic dancer.

2. Alcohol is the reason for this.

3. Alcohol makes me forget everything else.


Suffice it to say, Morgan was not happy with what went down. Normally, it is a dream come true to stare right into here eyes. They were soulful, in some way; they seemed to say things that I knew she'd probably never say out loud. An angry Morgan simply says everything out loud, and with an incredible volume.

In order to make it up to her, I told her we will spend the weekend in her hometown of Montreal. Not a big deal I know. A weekend get away this amazingly attractive women I call my fiancee sounds like a dream. But there is always a catch. There was to be no discussion of PWC or wrestling at all. Thankfully this weekend was to come to an end...

Jensen: I really don't understand any of this. I really tried, but for the most part it's all a bunch of gibberish.

Morgan in her best casual wear, smiled at me.

Morgan: What's to get? It seems pretty straight forward to me.

Jensen:
I mean look at this character description..."Doctor Horatio Hugnufel is an alien from a faraway world of the Pleroma, who has come to Earth to protect us against monsters and villains from across space and time—such as the Archoni, the Circuit-Chaps, Abraxis, and the Philospher. His people were an advanced race, known throughout the galaxies and the millennia as the Infinity Knights. They once policed the universe with their astounding space-time technology but, tragically, grew arrogant and corrupt. Seeking to extend their influence over infinity and throughout eternity, they perished in the catastrophic Time Wave...". It just goes on from there!

Morgan: Makes sense to me.

Jensen: Its just word mashed together. Its all nonsense!

Morgan: That's what makes it so fun!

I shrugged my shoulders at her and resumed reading from one the scripts sent to me by Morgan's Agency. Scanning around the room, you would find even more scripts scattered about the room. So many I had to go through. This TV series was guaranteed to be a surefire hit, another one to add to my resume after the success of Special OPs:Thundergun Protocol. Morgan currently was resting comfortably on the couch with a glass of wine in her hand. As she sipped away from her glass, her eyes remained fixed on me.

Morgan: Listen, you don't have to read all this now. Ill be gone all day tomorrow, doing some reshoots for Shore Patrol, so you'll have the entire place to yourself.

She patted the seat next her, inviting me to come sit next to her.

Jensen: When you put it that way...

I stood up and put the script back into the pile and sat next to her. Coming closer, she rested her head on my shoulder.

Morgan: So tell me, what is on your mind?What are you thinking about?

I thought for a moment. As my brain searched for an anser.
Jensen: Honestly, I feel like, relative to the guy who invented bread, we give way too much credit to the guy who invented sliced bread...



THE NEXT MORINING

I woke up and Morgan had already left. Being the sweetheart that she is, she left me a note wishing me a great day, I really should have headed straight to the gym, but something was on my mind. Getting out of bed, I quickly hoped into the shower to get ready. WIth no time for breakfast, I grabbed an already protein shake and headed straight out the door,

The train ride was very scenic.When most people think of Quebec, they think of acres of syrup-laden trees interrupted by the occasional ice rink. Though not entirely inaccurate, the province is filled with so many other great natural and mandmade sites. It was a great to look. Resting my head firmly against the window, I noticed my reflection in the glass. Under my eye, I noticed some faint bruising. I assume it was from my last encounter with Remy . At this point I can never see it ending between us, but right now I had to move on to another dangerous opponent.

At last I arrived at my destination. Walking past a hockey rink, I headed toward a small house which really should have been torn down. I knocked on the After my third knock, I heard a familiar voice come from the other side of the door.

Voice: Jensen, is that you?

Jensen: Sure is.

The door slowly opened and standing there was the stocky bald wrestler known as Beau Deschamps. Battered and beaten, the small Quebec native moved slowly in his living room. Sporting his usual Nordiques hockey jersey, as well as a neck brace, the small man motioned for me to take a seat.

Beau: What a suprise to see you. What brings you to my home?

Jensen: Lets just say I was in the neighborhood. I just wanted to check on how you are doing.

Beau: Well, other than my career being over all is great.

Jensen: Man, I am really bummed out to hear that.

Beau: No worries. I got to live my dream and wrestle for the biggest company in my hometown. Can't ask for much more than that. Well , except maybe a win. I'm crossing my fingers that you have better luck against him than I do!

The small french Canadian lets out a huge laugh.

Jensen: Don't worry Beau, Ill get the win over Angel for you. There is no way I can let down my biggest fan.

Beau: Ah, don't worry about it. Injuries happen all the time in this sport, I hold no ill will to Austin. Like my Papa always said, "True strength of character is not to let revenge take over your soul."

Jensen: Funny. I always thougth that true strength of character is being able to lift your enemies over your head and throw them over a cliff into a pit of lava? But I guess I see your point.

Beau: So are you nervous about your title defense? Austin Angel is one dangerous man.

Jensen
: If he didn't try and kill my number one fan, I might respect the man. But there no denying he can go in the ring.

Beau: Yeah, I learned frst hand...

Jensen: Its going to be tough, but I have been here before. Austin Angel might think he deserved that big contract, but I worked hard to get where I am. There is a reason why I am tv champ, and he is going to find out that reason.

Beau: You can do it. Austin Angel is too busy being a second rate musician to be fully focused on you. As long as you remember that wrestling comes first, you should have no problems taking him out. By the way, I want you to have something for luck.

Beau stands up and hands the Nordiques jersey from his back to me.

Beau: It was always a bit too big for me anyway.

I took the jersey from Beau and put it on. It was a decent fit, with it only being snuck around the neck. I stayed for a bit longer before heading back on the train. As the wheels rolled on, I onced again stared out the window. Suddenly, I had a thought. I pulled a stack of papers from my bag and began reading outloud.


"Doctor Horatio Hugnufel travels in a space ship which is famously "just a little too small on the inside," adjusting its interior dimensions to almost, but not quite, comfortably accommodate its occupants..."


Jensen: This makes no sense!

TO BE CONTINUED.



 
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