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Premier Wrestling Circuit - Vortex Episode 19

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



Arena: O2 World Arena
Capacity: 17,000
Location: Berlin, Germany

***
Singles Match
LEGACY TOURNAMENT SEMI-FINALS

Cheri Hayven vs. Serenity Skye

Singles Match
Crowley vs. Ace Kicks

Singles Match
Dr. Nero vs. ???

Fatal-4-Way Match
ROOKIE SPOTLIGHT

Whisper vs. Marcus Kendall vs. Mike Damage vs. Max Killings

Singles Match
LEGACY TOURNAMENT SEMI-FINALS

Reggie vs. Bruce Thorn Jr.

Singles Match
PICK YOUR POISON

Xander Black vs. ???

Singles Match
PICK YOUR POISON

Kyle Elric (c) vs. ???

Card is subject to change.

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Deadline for RPs is 11:59 pm GMT on January 15, Thursday.

GFX Credit: CHAMPviaDQ

As always, feel free to leave your predictions in the thread. Also, we like feedback on the shows as well :D
 
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#2 · (Edited)
Attila the Fun's Predictions!

Singles Match
LEGACY TOURNAMENT SEMI-FINALS
Cheri Hayven vs. Serenity Skye

Very intriguing matchup here with our first all ladies match. Close to call, so I flipped a coin and ended up with Serenity Skye.


Singles Match
Crowley vs. Ace Kicks

The ever improving Crowley is due a win here. Ace Kicks will provide a good challenge though.


Singles Match
PICK YOUR POISON

Dr. Nero vs. ???

The match doesn't allow me to call a winner, but we are all curious to see Nero's reaction to Xander Black forcing his way into the title picture.

Fatal-4-Way Match
ROOKIE SPOTLIGHT

Whisper vs. Marcus Kendall vs. Mike Damage vs. Max Killings

A nice match to get the PWC rookies into the spotlight. I am interested in what everybody has to bring to the table. I am more familiar with L-Dopa's prior work, so I just went with him. But I look forward to being suprised.

Singles Match
LEGACY TOURNAMENT SEMI-FINALS

Reggie vs. Bruce Thorn Jr.

Reggie is one of the most unique characters to come to the PWC in a long time, but I am going to have to go with Bruce Thorn, who has been on a tear since he joined the PWC

Singles Match
PICK YOUR POISON
Xander Black vs. ???

Xander Black you crafty jack rabbit. What do you have in store for us this time?



Singles Match
PICK YOUR POISON

Kyle Elric (c) vs. ???

How does Elric respond to now having to defend his title from 2 opponents? Will he be happy?, Probably not.
 
#3 · (Edited)
(Yes I am aware the interview, I am aware creative book feuds, but the Legacy title is the overall goal at the moment, creative's choice tho if they wanna give me the shot or whatever, once I prove myself. I really don't mind.)
Vortex 19 - Five days before.
Berlin Tegel Airport​

Germany, five days before the biggest day in Barney Williams' life. Vortex 19. The airport was busy, and the heat caused by all the bodies, slowly bashing... Barney was glad he was in the vest, the vest he wore, the vest Whisper wore. A slight bang erupted around the area as Barney dropped his suitcase, looking at the girl on security. She was young, very young. Maybe late teens, early twenties.

Barney regained his senses just a moment later, and he handed his passport over the girl. She typed a few things onto a computer, handing the passport back. When the girl spoke, Barney heard the Irish in her voice, which suggests the girl wasn't German. Odd...

Girl: Okay then Mr Williams, everything checks out, just step through the barriers. Welcome to Berlin.

Barney nodded, again, eyes on the girl. Why was an Irish working in German customs? For the better, Barney didn't question it further, and made his first steps onto German soil. He had a list of things he wanted to do before Vortex, such as eat a real German Frankfurter.

When outside, Barney stopped. It was below freezing and it was late, not unusual in Germany. A short conversation in German, and Barney was bundled in a taxi, on his way to the airport. When stepping out of the taxi, Barney thanked the driver, closing the door, entering the hotel.

The hotel was nice enough, four star luxury, better than Barney was normally used to. Just to make the hotel better the receptionist was English, no need for German conversations that Barney got wrong. The receptionist handed Barney his keycard, and Barney thanked him as he walked towards the elevator. The matchcard had been emailed through from PWC while Barney was checking in, and Barney checked it on the way up to his room. Looks like a rookie showcase match.

Barney: Nice

Barney muttered lightly. Ah well, at least he wouldn't be up against Darius Black or the priest guy. Doc Nero would of been nice though. Barney pocketed his Nokia Lumia, opening his room. It was quite a nice single bedroomed room, a nice view of a park from the window, a lovely bathroom.

Vortex 19 - Four days before.

Barney went to sleep as soon as he checked out his room, and when he woke, he woke to a call, a call from the hotel receptionist, informing Barney of breakfast. He rubbed his stomach slowly. Food would be a godsend. After changing underwear, pulling on some fresh jeans and a fresh "I Wrestle" t-shirt. The Whisper vests, well he was saving those until Vortex, and the pay-per-views that followed. He had 12 vests, one for each Vortex over twelve weeks, but they'd last longer than that, the washing machine exists of course.

Breakfast over, Barney wanted to complete his Germany bucket list. So it was off to market. When at the market, Barney brought himself a Frankfurter, ticking that from his list. He brought himself a nice woolen hat, that wasn't on the list but eyo. It was raining by this point, so Barney when to a local German pub, tucking into a huge meal. During said meal, Barney got a message from his friend inside PWC, it read:

Got your kids, all of them are German. Hope u don't mind, H

Great, his entrance was sorted for Vortex 19. He was going to make an impact, and he didn't care how he did it. His goal.... the Legacy title. Not the World title, not yet. So yeah, he needed to make an impact. A victory in his debut match, that would be amazing, but it was a fatal four way, the odds were one in four, so... so low. But possible. Barney took a picture from his pocket, the picture that made Whisper. The picture of his dead best friend.

Barney: I did it Billy, I did it. Proud of me...

And as usual he waited for a response, but gave up after about a minute, pocketing the picture. His phone rang, his theme song, London Bridge. Barney didn't answer it. Why would he? It was a blocked number.

Vortex 19 - The big day

Four days later Barney was in a taxi on the way to change his life at the O2 World Arena, Vortex baby. Barney was already dressed, Whisper time. Mask down, head up, don't get cold feet now. Just some of the thoughts running through Whisper's skull. Barney on the other hand, oh he was just thinking about how awesome this was. Barney paid the taxi driver, and let Whisper take over from there.

Whisper entered The O2 World Arena, a smile under his mask. He couldn't believe it. Well the Rookie match'd be hard, but whatever... he wasn't thinking about that. To Whisper that was just a stepping stone, even though to Barney that was a real big deal. Whisper lifted his mask, letting the smile engulf his face. Suddenly camera crews surrounded him, and one signaled for the mask to be lowered, which Whisper did. Then Danny Eriksen made his face seeable, nodding to Whisper.

Danny Eriksen: And...
Camera man: We are live.
Danny Eriksen: We are live on PWC.com, and my guest at this time, the newcomer, Whisper.
Whisper: An....And who are you, Billy?
Danny Eriksen: My name is Dan...
Whisper: Billy, listen up and listen good. I know what you'll ask me, and to me, it's just a stone, a stepping stone.
Danny Eriksen: So, Whisper, what you are saying is that thi...
Whisper: What I am saying Billy, what I am saying is that this match is pointless. Of course i'll beat three low lives, three guys i've never even seen before. The thug, well, wanna be thug... the other two, who are they?
Danny Eriksen: So you assume you'll win this match?
Whisper: Assume? When did I say assume? I don't assume things Billy, you should know that. I know I will win, then go onto better things. I want the title Billy, the title...
Danny Eriksen: The title?
Whisper: Good Billy. Within six months, I will of held the Legacy title... and only then, only then do I want the World title. Now, times up Billy.

As if to demonstrate, Whisper punched the camera away at the same time the cameraman shut it off. Good heel, good heel.

Cameraman: AND we are clear.
Danny Eriksen: Good job kid.

Whisper nodded to Danny, smiling. Even the interviewer gave him a good job, nice. That means something in the industry, it had too.

It was three hours till showtime. Whisper sat with the children that would be used in his entrance. All of them were German, but luckily they all spoke English, and understood when Whisper told them what they would be doing. The music, they had listened, and they seem to enjoy it. Now all Whisper could do, was wait, wait for the biggest moment in his life. He was terrified.

Singles Match - Legacy Tournament Semi-Finals
Cheri Hayven vs. Serenity Skye
Both of these deserve the victory, especially every single episode i've read (all of them), these two have been good.. but I think the girl from Texas'll win this one.

Singles Match
Crowley vs. Ace Kicks
Ace Kicks and Crowley. Crowley needs a win, big time, but in no way do I think Ace'll give it to him. Sorry Crowley, i'm a fan, but my cash lies on Ace.

Singles Match - Pick Your Poison Match
Dr. Nero vs. ???
Can't actually vote on this one but yeah, Nero'll have a few words for Xander, that much I can guess one.

Fatal Four Way - Rookie Spotlight Match
Whisper vs. Marcus Kendall vs. Mike Damage vs. Max Killings
I wouldn't vote against myself without a valid reason, and I think I found my reason. I've seen the prior work from him, and for that reason my vote gets put on Marcus. Though it will be fun to see what Creative can do here, and who comes out strong. Anywho, I got nothin against debuting like this.


Singles Match - Reggie vs. Bruce Thorn Jr
Reggie vs. Bruce Thorn Jr
Reggie came out strong last week, I think he'll carry it through to this week, thought Bruce'll honestly kill the kid first.

Singles Match - Pick Your Poison Match
Xander Black vs. ???
I can't vote on this as I don't know the ??? but one thing I can say. Xander is gonna give the poor fellow a hell of an american beat down.

Singles Match - Pick Your Poison Match
Kyle Elric (c) vs. ???
I actually saw something I wasn't meant to see on this one when I was sending someone something, so I know Elric's opponent, and I think Elric'll win this one through DQ when Xander gets involved. He's got a good opponent though, and I think it'll be a hell of a match, worth reading.
 
#5 · (Edited)
Dolche bellum inexpertis
(War is sweet to those who have never fought.)
-Pindar, Greek poet

Five Days before signing to PWC


"Detroit Michigan, some back alley near the Precinct"

Hobo:"Wait you got the wrong guy, don't do this!

COP1:"Look here you bum, you put posters on private property".

COP2:"than why did we find the posters right next to you your tent"

Hobo:"Those aren't mine please you gotta belie.."


-Before the Poor sap could finish the two Cops start beating him to a
bloody pulp. But in the shadows lay a dormant figure waiting patiently to Strike.


COP1:"Look at the fucker, Pathetic."

COP2:"End it before someone sees"


-And with a final pistol whip to the temple. The poor bastard let out his final sigh. The two thugs in uniforms stood their laughing at what they had just done. But unbeknownst to them a menace stalks
them in the shadows one that seek to end their miserable life.Without hesitation the menace grabs the Cop who did the deed, by his hair and smashes his head on the stone wall next to him, until the only thing you could see was a bloodied face. The Menace Nonchalantly dropped his corpse to the ground. The second cop
was too horrified to run. But to the menace's surprise he did not beg for his
life he fought back. But fighting back does not equal surviving the fight. The second Cop met same fate as his compatriot. Suddenly the menace spoke.

Menace:"Come out of the shadows coward!"


-a few minutes passed, nothing happened"

Menace:"Don't make me drag you out here, you've seen what happened to them, this your last chance you piece of shit!"

-a sheepish 20 something came out from the shadows.


Menace:"what's your name junior?"

"it's Jamie, what do you want from me?"

Menace:"why'd you frame the hobo, junior?"


Jamie:"Look I didn't know it was wrong. It's a fucking poster. Why didn't you do anything, you took those bastards out!"

Menace:"I was waiting for you to confess your sins to those
Cops that were beating a poor innocent man to death"

Jamie:"they would've Killed me! What did you want me
to do!"

"you should've done the right thing junior. It doesn't matter
what the consequences are. Now you will pay for your sins!"


-in a split second the Menace's calm demeanor changed like that. He beat the boy to a bloody mess.

Jamie: please, have mercy!


-The menace continued to pummel him. This was some sort of twisted justice to this madman.

Jamie: (in a weak wimper)"Who are you, what makes
you think you can do this to me!"

-with a slight pause the twisted figure crouched down to the beaten down mans eye level and whispered...

"Max Killings, Junior."

-Killings stood up and seemingly proceeded to walk away...he than turned his
face to Jamie, he had a scrunched up piece of paper in his hand.

Max Killings:"so you sacrificed the life of a man to protect some wrestling company?"

-Jamie said nothing


Tell me where it is and I may let you live"


Vortex 19, O2 World arena

"Somewhere backstage"
Brittany Page:"Hey Danny"

Danny Erickson:"Yeah what is it?

Brittany Page:"A mister, Max Killings wants to see you in his Locker room, he said to bring a camera

Danny Erickson:"that guy? Are you sure last time he wasn't very, how you say friendly to: "Scum Like me".



-Brittany just shrugged. She didn't know the guy so she couldn't tell him anything.


Danny Erickson:"fine I'll go."

-Just outside of "Max Killings" Locker room.

Danny Erickson:"Where is that bast..."

-the door opened and a hooded figure appeared.


Max Killings: "I asked for a cameraman not you"

Danny Erickson:"Look you asked for me and a camera now are you going to use us or not!"

-Danny pushed his way into the locker room. He wasn't sure he had this much
courage in him but he wasn't gonna stand by while someone wastes his time!
That bravery cost him. Two minutes later the unconscious body of Danny Erickson lay on the cold floor outside Max's Locker room. Max took Danny's camera and set it up to his computer. His plan to broadcast this message to the titantron for all those fans waiting for the show to start. On the otherside of the arena. A sudden image popped up on the TitanTron. Many were confused was this planned or not?

Max Killings:"Many of you don't know who I am. By the end of tonight all of you will."

-murmurs from the crowd started."who was this guy", "what does he want?"


Max Killings:"isn't this a fine place to have my debut. In the O2 world arena right here in Berlin Germany!"

-a pop started, just by mentioning the name of their city

"But than again last Vortex we were in France. And that place is way better than Germany"


-and than the boos came rushing down

Max Killings:"See how easy it is to manipulate all of you, all of you sheeple. You form all your opinions on such pedestrian things like nationalism and city pride." (he let's out a small chuckle)

-now the boos really start coming in. This ain't cheap heat anymore.

Max Killings:"My opponents tonight are as idiotic as you sheeple. Let's talk about the throwback to a simpler time, Mike Damage. His clinging to the past disgusts me. I am the future and his insignificant career will be a stepping stone for my illustrious history.

"Now we switch to an insane Loner freak that calls itself "Whisper". What's more to say, this man if you can call it that doesn't have the intelligence to do anything other than embarrass himself on live TV."

"Now to the man that I hate the most. "Reformed" Criminal degenerate Marcus Kendell. If you couldn't break out in the Rap industry or as a competent criminal than you can stand aside Junior while I go out there and succeed where you will rot in obscurity just like your dead friend. Do you even know what obscurity means? Of coarse you don't." I make a warning to all of my opponents, to anyone in the back and each and everyone of you in this arena. If you step into the ring with me....Welcome to Hell!

-with that the titantron fades to black, the crowd is pumped they want to see
this rookie get humbled. But will he?
EDIT: enhanced it a bit
 
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Match1:Cheri Haven vs Serenity Sky
-serenity didn't get a proper match last time so she that much more motivated to make an amazing match.

Match2:Crowley vs Ace Kicks
-he needs to win this match, that alone will put a fire in him to win

Match3:Dr Nero vs ???
-can't tell you anything, but with Dr Nero's impressive winning streak expect a win

Match4:Whisper vs Marcus Kendell vs Mike Damage vs Max Killings
-Its me of coarse I'm going to predict a win for myself

Match5:Reggie vs Bruce Thorn Jr
-he's riding a wave of momentum, and nothing stopping him now

Match6:Xander black vs ???
-Xander black surprised last night so he wants to make sure he's not all bark and has a lot
of bite

Match7:Kyle Elric (c) vs ???

-Kyle has been of his game recently with a fast loss to Daiko and this whole contract fiasco
he is surely to be distracted
 
#7 ·
Dr. Nero – Vortex 19

So...

So, after being the most dominant champion in this company.

After being the most dominant wrestler in the world.

After defending the Legacy Championship to earn... TO EARN, a shot at the Heavyweight Championship of the World...

After playing this company’s little game and beating it!

After handing over MY Legacy Championship...

Someone can just walk in the door and get what I arduously deserve.
....

he he.. ha.. haha.. hahaha..Ha Ha... HAHAHA.... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...

...

.....

So...

... so this is how this company works...

OK...

Well... This is how I work.

Vortex 19, I’m going to walk into Berlin... I’m going to walk down the ramp in front of tens of thousands of paying fans. And I’m going to give them and this impotent company something they’ve never... EVER seen before...
....

I’m going to LAY DOWN.

I will lay down in the middle of the ring, and let whoever it is, a nobody, a woman, whoever, pin my shoulders to the mat.

1..

2...

3.

...

The bell will ring and Dr. Nero will lose. After all, that’s what you want, isn’t it?


ISN’T IT!?!?!?!?!



 
#8 ·
"Mr. Atwood, the ink's dry. Welcome to PWC. We can't wait to see you in Berlin."

You'd think I'd be excited to make my debut in PWC, but all I can think of right now is getting the hell off this airplane and getting some real food in my stomach. Supposedly there's an hour left on the flight, but it seems like they've been telling me that the whole time we've been in the air. I suppose time doesn't move very quickly when you've got nothing to do but listen to the muffled wails of a crying child coming through a pair of "noise-cancelling" headphones.

Berlin


After finally escaping the airport and filling his stomach with German sausage, Michael Atwood is notified of his match for Vortex via text message.

So as it turns out, they've got me in some kind of "Rookie Showcase" match...

I know I'm here to fight, not to book the shows, but referring to someone who's spent their entire life studying and training to partake in this sport as a rookie just ain't right. More fuel for the fire, I suppose.


Atwood lays down on the clunky mattress in the bedroom of the rundown hotel that he booked. Quickly sitting back up, he grabs a bottle of pills from the bedside table and pops a few of them into his mouth. The glass of water he set next to his alarm clock is used to wash them down, and he slides the covers back over top of him while he slips back into the bed. He sets his alarm for 4:30 AM in order to wake up in time for his workout, and drifts in and out of sleep.

Vortex 19 - O2 World Arena

Wrapping his wrists with white tape while seated in a steel folding chair in a dark locker room, Atwood directs his eyes towards the lone monitor that's illuminating the room. On the monitor is the ads that have been promoting tonight's show. Heavily featured are guys like Dr. Nero, Xander Black and Kyle Elric. When the advertisement concludes, the screen simply replays it on a loop. Atwood moves his hair back out of his face, and leans back in the chair.

All that shit's for the birds, man.

I don't need someone shouting my name through a TV screen. If people want to come see me, they will. But that doesn't matter. Whether people are watching or not, I'm still going to be out there, doing what I do best.


Atwood sips from a water bottle, then pours some of it over his head, wetting his hair and dripping some of it down to the back of his gray t-shirt, darkening some spots. There's a knock at the door. Atwood stands up and walks to the door, swinging it open and flipping on the light switch at the same time. On the other side of the door is a woman with long, thin blonde hair. She has a smile on her face and a container in her hands. Atwood towers over her as he stares down towards this woman, who hands him the container she was holding.

Woman: I put some food in there. Figured you wouldn't be able to find much to eat in Germany.

Atwood: Not to sound rude, but... how the hell did you get to Germany?

Woman: I dipped into some of the money I had saved to go back to school, but that's no big deal. I wouldn't have missed your first match for the world.

The woman smiles and bats her eyes at him.

Atwood: I appreciate it, I really do, but.... I... I don't think you should be here.

Woman: But.... Why?

Atwood: You couldn't even handle it when I would get suplexed in some gymnasium in Detroit. I could hear you getting choked up in the crowd every time someone hit me with a dropkick and my lip got busted. Listen, this isn't independent wrestling anymore. This is the big leagues. And I know that I'm going to get hurt out there. I just... I don't want you to worry about me.

Woman: I'll be fine. Good luck out there.

She wraps around his waist with a tight hug and presses up against him. Still leaning in the doorway, Atwood half-heartedly hugs back. She eventually releases her grip and walks away. Atwood watches her walk down the hall for a bit, then re-enters the locker room when she takes a turn at the end of the hallway. Atwood flips off the light and sits back down on the steel chair, taking in a deep breath and looking up towards the ceiling.
 
#10 ·
AFTER VORTEX 17 – BACKSTAGE LOCKER ROOM​

God, damn it.

Xander Black smashed his hand into the side of the water bottles situated on the table inside his locker room – the bottles flying into the wall and leaking from the damage. Beth jumped a little from where she sat on the blue steel chair. Her long blonde hair cascading elegantly down her shoulders. Xander couldn’t be more different, his sweat filled hair stuck to his face, blocking off the rage filed expression.

Calm down! Seriously, you lost a match. You’ll win the next.

Xander’s head snapped to the side, fixing on Beth with an icy glare.

It’s not the loss. They now have all the ammo they need, don’t they?

Huh?

I’ve heard what people have been saying. That I have lost it. I’m not ruthless enough, I need to be like the old Xander Black.

You’re still the same person.

I’m not. I’m not as strong anymore. I feel different, like something inside of me has gone.

Xander thought back to the period when Beth was in the coma. A coma caused by something that he believed has tormented him his entire life. What if it wasn’t tormenting him? What if it was motivating him?

I need to go.

You’re just going to leave me here?

Take the car. I’ll walk.

Where are you going?

I don’t know.

It was true. Xander didn’t know where he would go. He also didn’t know if he could compete anymore at the level he was used to.

---

Backstage, Xander Black walks through the corridors with Danny Eriksen following close behind.

Xander! Any thoughts on your pick your poison match?

It's bullshit.


Xander stalked away from PWC's interviewer.
 
#11 · (Edited)
Marcus Kendall Verse 1: The New Beginning​



"All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible" - T. E. Lawrence

Four Days before Vortex 19...

It all seemed like a lifetime ago....even though it's only been three years. I was on top of the world and had the crowds I performed in front of in the palm of my hands....life couldn't be any better or so it seemed to the people who surrounded me every day.


"Some said I wasn't gonna show up, at least that was the talk was about. But I show up to the showdown when the show's on to show off for all of the crowd!"​

My words were like anthems to people, a tool so powerful that it got people to believe that they were living vicariously through me on the stage and pits I performed in. Battle Rap was my platform, it was my outlet just to show how damn creative and talented I could be. I thought I was unstoppable and to be honest at one stage I was.

"The giant was asleep..."​

Yes he was. I had fooled and tricked myself into a lie. Trying desperately to seek my parents approval whilst going on my own path. I never wanted to be a rap artist, that just wasn't what my goal in life was deep down. But I wasn't prepared to lose my family and sacrifice them to follow a dream that seemed like a pipeline away....at least not then.

"But I'm not here to take your title Tony....I'm here to take your corpse!"​

I did love Battle Rap though....that feeling of going on stage and ripping into someone with wordplay. That feeling that you are taking someone's life away with words. I was good at that, it was what my real talent was at the time. I did not enjoy being in the studio writing songs, it just wasn't comfortable for me. I'd rather be battling Tony for the title of being the best battle rapper in the UK rather than recording an album to potentially go solo and mainstream.

"What? You didn't think there was any space in my graveyard left?!"​

I wanted that title badly, after years of battling both in the UK and internationally I felt for the longest time I was the best in the game and needed to prove it to myself. It was something I wanted to accomplish and felt like a big goal at the time....damn what a fool I was.

"And the winner of this battle.....and NEW BRUK Champion!..."​

I did it.

I had beaten my long term rival Tony to solidify myself as the best in the game. It was one of the happiest moments of my life. People came up to me all night to congratulate me....

"You bodied him!"​

"Congratulations Marcus!"

"Is there any space in that graveyard left now?"​

"Mainstream here we come?!"​

I was told things like this all night. It was always flattering when fans and friends alike recognized my ability and accomplisments. It certainly was an ego boost, but I never got cocky or over confident...at least in my own mind *laughs* there are others I'm sure who would disagree. If only those people knew what my life was really like outside of battling....maybe they would have been able to stop me before the worst happened....

****************

Jordan: Look bruv, I'm telling you! This is a big deal yo! We could make some heavy money with this deal!

Marcus: What the fuck are you thinking dude?! These guys are linked to the Bethnal Green Crew, we could get axed at any moment!

Jordan: Relax Marc, these guys aren't part of that set up, it's cool they've vouched for us. They aren't working with any specific se-

Marcus: They are the main suppliers to the BGC, are you fucking blind?! If they find ou-

Jordan: They won't find out! And besides this isn't a gang related deal, this is strictly business you heard! I'm cutting you in on this deal because you're my friend and I know you need the money.

Marcus: This isn't how I envisioned myself making money...look I don't know about you but I need get out of this shit real fast. I can't accomplish all the dreams I have with all of this...being a part of the gang and criminal lifestyle. This isn't me at all, I need to get out of the ELB and start making it on my own. And you need to as well! This isn't worth it!

Jordan: You know we can't back out now, if we leave the East London Boys they will come after us. Especially you, you're like the most well known underground rapper in the city, the ELB would thrive on a hit like that, just feel lucky you have them as an ally and not an enemy.

Marcus: I really don't give a shit at this point. I have friends, I have connections and there are plenty of people in the ELB who I'm close enough with that they will stand up for me if need be.

Jordan: Are you fucking blind yourself boss?! The moment you leave the ELB that friendship is out of the window.

Marcus: Then they weren't my fucking friends then were they?!


Jordan was right though, it wouldn't be easy to leave the ELB without repercussions....and this deal...I could smell this was a trap a mile away but I couldn't leave my best friend all on his own to fend with the BGC. He would get killed.

Marcus: Okay I tell you what, I'll help you out with this one last deal as a favour to you. But after that that's it. No more drug related bullshit and no more gangbanging. I'm walking away from this, from the ELB and I'll take whatever consequences I face...even if it means the end of my life. I can't live like this anymore. I can't keep using this to escape from the problems I face in my own life.

Jordan: Okay....I promise, I won't get you involved in any more deals after this. I promise....we cool?

Marcus: Yeah we're set, just make this quick okay?

Bethnal Green....as a gang member of the ELB, the only reason you go into the centre of that town is for a fight but now we're going in there on the pretense of getting a drug deal done. Strictly business? Does Jordan really believe that? I can see he has his head down and he is shaking as we are walking. Something is not right....even Jordan seems worried...

****************

Dealer: Ah so you decided to show and with a brother I might add.

Jordan: Let's just get this done, you have the blow?

Dealer: I do, do you have the money?

BGC Member: Well well if it isn't some ELB pussies trying to make damage over in our ends. Good job luring them in boss, we'll deal with it from here.

Marcus: Shit, I told you something wasn't right with this Jordan! You set us up!

Dealer: No! I swear I didn't have a clu-

Then it happened all so fast. Our dealer got smacked over the back of the head with a pipe and both me and Jordan got rushed. The rest of the incident was a blur, I was fighting off several BGC members, I had punched out a few but there were too many. I saw Jordan get taken down by one guy and both were struggling with each other. In the mean time I was getting punched out by two guys whilst trying to cover myself. I finally managed to kick them both away and tried to run when another guy smashed a baseball bat straight at my shin which shattered my leg. It was the most pain I had ever felt in my life. It was then when I saw it. Jordan was stabbed in the chest.

Marcus: JORDAN! NO!

I was kicked once again in the stomach and my mouth covered. My life flashed before my eyes as the BGC member pulled out a knife. This was the end I thought, all my hopes and dreams gone within in an instance until...

BGC Member: Oh shit! It's the ELB, there's loads of them! Let's get the fuck out of here!

Someone must of heard of the deal we were setting up in Bethnal Green and knew it would be trouble. The guys that held me down decided to run and leave me. I could not even move my legs but thanks to my brothers I was saved and lived to fight another day. I was unbelievably thankful that my life didn't end right there whilst I still had a chance to get out. But Jordan....​

Jordan....
Jorda....
Jord......
Jor....


****GASP****

???: Marcus! Time to get up! Your big day has arrived!

It was a dream.....It was all a horrible horrible nightmare...my damn mind playing on me before the big day. The title match against Tony, the drug deal set up, Jordan getting stabbed.....no...no this was real. Very very real. Jordan had passed three years ago, my tattoo on my stomach in memory of him is still here and I'm lying still shaking from what transpired. I miss him so much but why was I dreaming of this now? Why? The biggest event of my life is coming up and I've spent years trying to put my former life behind me...

???: Marcus, I'm not telling you again! Don't make me come there and chuck a pillow at you!

Sarah... My housemate of two years and my biggest supporter when it comes to my professional wrestling dream. She's been there for me more than any other person. It's amazing to think we met because of my first wrestling trainer and that he is even cool with me living with his daughter. Not only that but our relationship is..somewhat complicated. She has a boyfriend yet I'm the one living with her. I would have thought she would have moved in with him months ago yet it seems he does not want to live with her yet....it doesn't help that I've developed my own feelings for her.​

Sarah: I swear I will wack you so hard with this Pil-

Marcus: Okay! Okay! Your point has been made, I'm getting up!

Sarah: *laughs* You're so easy to persuade.

Marcus: I don't need much persuading, I got a big few days ahead of me.

Sarah: You seem awfully serious, what's up? You getting nervous?

Marcus: A little bit of nerves is good, its not that....its just...I didn't want to bring this up. I dreamed about Jordan...about when he was killed. It's got me thinking about who did it. I can't help but think Tony had something to do with this. I'm almost sure Jordan told him about it and that he was gonna get me on it. Jordan was never good at keeping quiet..

Sarah: Marcus, I thought you wanted to let go of the past....you can't change anything now. What are you going to do? Go out and find the truth? Kill those responsible? Will any of that bring him back? Will it help you with your new career?

Marcus: I know I know....

Sarah: Besides, you have an audience waiting for you. You can't let them down, whatever happened to "Some said I wasn't gonna show u-"

Marcus: Sarah!...Now it's you bringing up the past, I told you that I wanted to leave all that behind...

Sarah: I'm sorry....I just love that slogan you do...I'll run you to the airport, its the least I can do. I really hope this works out for you.

Marcus: I don't hope it does, it has to work out. My life depends on it.

Sarah then gave me a kiss on the cheek....I could only assume it was for luck and the fact she was gonna miss me. That was strangely comforting to know...​

The Day of Vortex 19....​


Berlin, Germany.....In all honesty, this was not the sort of place I expected to make my PWC debut. I always imagined it being in my home city of London or some city in the states. But this is as good a place as any. I've been here for three days now. I've tried to keep a relatively low profile, tried to chill out and relax, enjoy the city and prepare for the show. I have not had a single person recognize me thus far which is very refreshing and comforting...everywhere I go in London people want to either take pictures with me or kill me. It's good to feel like a normal human being again, but I know that won't last. Arriving at the O2 Arena has given me butterflies and a little bit of the nerves, oh how I miss that feeling. I haven't that for a long while...​

Brittany Page: Mr Kendall, good to see you've arrived.

Marcus: Please honey, call me Marcus, no need for the formalities. And you are?

Brittany: I-I'm Brittany, The General Manager's As-Assitant. Danny is waiting for you to be interviewed.

Marcus: Are you alright? You seem startled.

Brittany: No I'm fine! Honestly! Well it's just that I've heard a lot about you and you scare me a little...your past life and all...damn I'm sorry I shouldn't men-

Marcus: Don't worry about me, the only people that should be worried are the other wrestlers. Relax, I won't cause you any trouble...I promise. Well I best find that Erikson guy, talk to you later.

Brittany: By-Bye!

Wow, she seemed startled. She must have seen a lot of wrestlers come and go over the years and she's scared of me? That's quite flattering in a sense that I've made that impression. But I wish people wouldn't judge me from my past...


Danny Erikson: Aha! Marcus Kendall! Heard a lot about you. Are you ready for the interview?

Marcus: Ready as I'll ever be.

Erikson: Okay, camera's are set. We're going live in three, two, one....

The Interview...

Danny Erikson: Hello everyone, Danny Erikson here and joining me at this time is the debuting Marcus Kendall! Now Marcus with you facing three other men in the rookie fatal four way, the question on everyone's mind is is there any space in that graveyard le-

Marcus puts his hand in front of Danny's face as an indication to stop

Marcus: It seems as though you have done your research Danny....that is commendable. However tonight you won't be getting much in the way of corny catchphrases or slogans. All you need to know is I am here. And it's been a long journey to get to this point, considering you've done research into my past you know of the road I took and the choices I have made, some of those choices I am not particularly proud of but they all make up who I am today. Life is about choices Danny and for every choice you make there is a consequence. Take today for example, today I finally decided to follow my real dream of becoming not only a professional wrestler but a PWC star. Today I finally decided to grow up as a man and make my own decisions without anyone's approval or anyone pushing me in a certain direction. This is what I've wanted to do my entire life and this is what I need for my existence to have any sort of meaning.

But enough of the sentimental crap, let's get down to what I'm mean't to be doing and that's decapitating people's heads off. Starting with you Whisper, San Antonio's answer to a Luchadore crackhead. It is clear you are unstable to say the least and as an opponent that makes you dangerous but that also means that as a wrestler you are just as much of a danger to yourself. I have no doubt I couldn't figure out what's in that confused mind of yours but what I have heard is that you like to lick things.... Well in that case you might want to rethink your career because there is an industry out there where you can lick plenty of things to your heart's content whilst the evidence is all filmed on cam. And I can tell you its not going to be walls, TV's or any Mexican wrestling mask that you choose to wear on any particular sunday but it certainly will provide you with the tools you need to fix that little crackhead mind of yours. No, I'm going to spell it out for you because you're so wacked out that its all part of the fun because whilst some of this audience has already clicked on what I am referring to, you're probably thinking of licking windows and fruit. I hope for everyone's sake you don't make it to the arena and are too busy talking to yourself because the last thing anyone needs is any of your saliva all over their asses!

Now on to you Mike Damage, or better known as Harley Race Jr. It is honorable of you to have so much credence to the past and for that I have respect for you but with all due respect if Harley Race were to look at you he'd be laughing his eighty year old head off wondering what the hell kind of ass kissing generation that he spawned. It is guys like him who were innovative and different for their time, they didn't spend their time trying to relive past glory days that they were never a part of or were never born to see to begin with. That's the difference between us both, you're a duplicator who copies those who were great, my entire life I've been an innovator and in every walk of life I've been in I've been changing the game and reinventing what it MEANS to be great. You call yourself a throwback? I call you out of touch. The only damage you'll be doing is either boring these people to death or be receiving the biggest ass kicking in your entire life!

And last but not least there is you....Max Killings. That Punisher jock sniffing jackass! It is no secret that I'm not the biggest fan of pigs but vigilantes like you who were not good enough to work within the system and therefore try to implement their own values, own morals, own beliefs on to the people are by far the biggest scumbags walking the face of this earth. It is people like you that make society fear marshall law and the idea of a police state because no matter how much fun I make about you it is clear that you are an extremely dangerous human being with dangerous philosophies. But if you think that means that you will not have to bring anything but your best then you are mistaken. Because in order to even stand a chance of beating me you're gonna have to bring Whisper's Mexican wrestling mask and every single weapon you have! You are quite frankly the absolute Bane of my existence. You may think you're a Marvel for forcing your agenda down people's throats. But the joke is on you, we all know that The Punisher isn't a part of DC no! You'll be deceased. Because this is the PWC bitch this ain't Justice League!

Danny Erikson: Wow! So it seems as though your rapping days aren't over after all.

Marcus Kendall: No Danny, that wasn't me rapping...but my creative side will never leave me, I am an entertainer at heart. What you will see however is the true nature and character of Marcus Kendall. You see the giant was truly asleep for years but now he has awoken. Danny, you wanted to know if there is any space in my graveyard left? Well let me answer that question. Whisper, Damage, Killings...if there is only one thing you should remember it is this. I am not here just to take the win, I'm here to take your corpse!



Fade to Black​
 
#14 ·
Granted. Only Magenta and his opponent, Bruce Thorn Jr. gets an extension.
 
#13 · (Edited)
A Shot Of Serenity: Training Begins

As the scene opens, we see Skye looking out the window from the passenger seat of a red pick up truck. Behind the wheel is her uncle Jeff. He continues to drive as he turns towards his niece, who continues to look out the window not saying anything.

Are ya paying attention like I told ya to Skye?

Skye now turns to look at her uncle and nods her head.

Yes sir, where are we goin' anyway?

Skye gives her uncle a curious look as he turns left down a side street, then right down another side street.

We're goin' to begin your trainin. We're almost there.

The truck continues straight for a little less than a mile before turning left one more time. Finally the truck comes to a stop outside a run down old gym. As the two get out of the truck and walk inside, we see a couple punching bags hanging from the ceiling, a run down old ring in the center of the gym and a jump rope on the ground to the right of the ring. Skye soaks it all in as her uncle puts a hand on her shoulder and smiles warmly.

It ain't much but ya said ya wanted to learn to fight like me, and this is where your grand pappy took me when I was about your age. Go get changed and I'll meet ya in the ring in 5.

Skye nods with excitement as she slings a big black duffel bag over her shoulder and walks off into the only bathroom in the small gym. Meanwhile back inside the main room, Uncle Jeff slowly steps through the ropes of the ring and puts on his black MMA gloves that match his tank top and shorts. He lightly hits the turnbuckles in the nearest corner, causing a big cloud of dust to come up from them before standing with his arms crossed in the middle of the ring. A minute later Skye walks into the room, wearing black yoga pants, sneakers, a dark purple tank top and MMA gloves that match her tank top. She puts her hair up in a pony tail as she walks over to the ring and slides into it as her uncle uncrosses his arms and holds up his hands to his niece.

I reckon we'll see how good ya are at punching and go from there.

Skye nods and a montage begins, showing multiple hours of training and music plays in the background.



During the montage we see the beginning of the training as Skye throws punches into her uncle's gloves and him easily blocking them and showing her that he can easily connect with shots of his own but stopping just short of doing it. Multiple shots of the two in the ring are shown with each one showing Skye getting better and better, until finally she's fast enough to block her uncle's punch and connect with one of her own causing him to stumble backwards with a smile on his face. We now see Skye learning various submission holds and other strikes and again with each one she gets better. Skye continues to apply the various submission holds better and strike harder with each clip until the last clip where she hits a discus elbow to her uncle, knocking him off his feet! Skye reacts quickly and with no remorse as she applies a Guillotine choke on her uncle, forcing to tap out just 20 seconds later as the montage ends.
A minute later, Skye helps her uncle to his feet and while breathing deeply and doubled over, he looks up at Skye with a surprised look on his face.

Gosh dang, you're a fast learner!

Well I reckon I have a great teacher.

Skye laughs as does Uncle Jeff.

I've been watching your old fights for years and I reckon I learned from them.

I'd say so, that Guillotine was almost as good as mine, and that's saying something considering mine won me a couple championships! I'm proud of ya Skye, we'll continue training every day for the next few months but for today, this old man needs to call it quits.

The two share another laugh as Skye takes two bottles of water out of her bag and hands one to her uncle as the two sit on the side of the ring for a moment. After sitting in silence for a moment to catch their breath and rehydrate, the two walk outside and head for the truck, when Uncle Jeff puts a hand on Skye's shoulder to stop her from getting in the truck. She looks up at him, confused look on her face as he grins.

Remember how I told ya to pay attention to how we got here?

Skye slowly nods, nervous about where this is going.

Well kiddo, that's cause ya gotta run home. I reckon it's about 5 miles and if ya get too lost, ya can call me and I'll come get ya. But I want ya to really try to find your way home and run the whole way.

But Uncle Jeff, it's my first day of trainin!

Right. Ya can do it kiddo, I believe in ya. Now I'm gonna get goin, but I reckon ya should throw your gym bag in the truck bed. I bet ya don't wanna carry that on your run.

Skye thinks about protesting, but sees the stern look on her uncle's face and knows better. So with a big sigh of annoyance, she throws the gym bag into the truck bed as her uncle climbs up into the drivers seat and after waving goodbye to Skye, he drives off as Skye watches him go. After a minute of waiting to see if he'd come back, she realizes she really does have to run home and chugs the final swig of her water from the bottle, throws it in a near by trash can and begins running as the scene fades out.
As the scene fades back in, we seem to be back in the present time as we see Skye inside her hotel room in Berlin, Germany. She's doing sit ups on the floor of the room when suddenly, she hears the sound of her phone buzzing on the table behind her, next to the bed. She does one final sit up before rising to her feet and grabbing her phone, swiping her finger across the screen to unlock the phone after seeing she has a text message. Upon checking her texts, she realizes the message is from PWC Management.

Congrats on advancing to the 2nd round of the Legacy Championship Tournament and sorry about last week's mess. This week you'll be facing Cheri Hayven and the winner will fight for the Legacy Championship at Right To Rule. Good luck.
Skye nods in approval of her matchup this week before putting her phone back down on the table. She now stands up from her sitting position on the bed and paces back and forth a little bit as she thinks.

Gosh darn this should be a great match with Cheri! I'm glad I ain't gonna have to worry about people doubting me because of bein' a rookie, or bein' a female cause Cheri is the same position as me. But there is one major difference between us and that's that this all I've ever wanted in life, to be a professional wrestler. I've busted my butt to get this far and I've worked too hard to fail now.

Skye shakes her head as she continues pacing back and forth in the middle of the room.

I've trained harder than anybody to get here and technically, this will be my first match. I ain't gonna let my family down and I ain't gonna let myself down by losin' my first real match. Cheri was darn good last week against Crowley and heck she even made him tap out, but I'm tougher than Crowley and ain't no way will ANYBODY make me tap out! Cheri, bless your heart but you're too busy worryin' about the foolishness with Crowley and your music career, tonight is my night and tonight, I'm gonna beat you to advance to Right To Rule where I WILL become Legacy Champion and continue to live up to the great legacy my Uncle Jeff has started for my family!

Skye nods with determination and slams her fist down onto the hotel room TV stand with a loud "THUD!" as the scene fades out.
 
#15 ·

Well I'll bet by the time I get to Tulsa

Arms stretched out in front of a nearly bare chest, straining the sore muscles out to get them ready for the day.

She'll be pullin' on them tight blue jeans

Black jeans, making a liar out of the lyrics, were pulled on. With every button fastened the material grew tighter to the body it fit to.

And she'll go down to cowboys and buy herself a cold one

The woman bounced back and forth, two stepping and jiving here and there to collect her things.

And on a Friday night in Dallas, she's a cowboy's dre--

The music came to an unexpected halt, causing Cheri Hayven to pause in her dressing, peering over towards her iPod with a confused expression.

"Really? Brooks and Dunn? At seven in the morning? Really babe?" A decidedly tired Zelda questioned with her palm firmly clasped over the blue iPod. She stood beside the bed side table, clad in black and yellow pajamas with a field of hair so messy that her face could barely be seen.

"Oh... I..." The singer smiled sheepishly while she struggled to pull on the rest of her shirt. "Sorry Z, just needed something different to get ready this morning."

"Well... keep it down, not all of us like to wake up in the single digits of the morning." Z ran her hand through her brown hair, mussing it even further as she staggered back into the adjoining hotel room, closing the door behind her.

Hayven smiled to herself in response to her friend then strolled over to the bathroom, lightly rapping on the closed door to get the attention of the man showering inside. "I'm heading to the breakfast show now love, I'll meet you later, okay?" She was met with incoherent grunt and pound on the wall. Taking that as a sign of understanding, Cheri snatched up her iPod, securing the ear buds in place and slipped out the door.

She's a cowboy's dream



★ ♫ ♫ ★



SMACK!

A woman cried out in pain as she stumbled backward, tripping over her own feet and collapsing to the floor. Her assailant was already in pursuit, sliding into a side mount position next to the woman on the ground, cocking back the same gloved fist that made the prior punch to signify she had the finishing blow.

"Stop!" The familiar voice of Joseph called out, waving the two women on the sparring mat to separate. "Point to Jasmine, knock down and finishing blow." The man, hardly taller than the two battling women, gave off an intimidating presence that made his size seem insignificant while he ordered the battling women around the stage. He strode up to Ana as she checked her lip for blood, finding she had suffered no actual injury from the punch that knocked her down. Speaking a few words to her that the onlooking Cheri could not quite make out, he directed to the combatants to ready up and engage once again.

Jasmine and Ana closed the gap again, meeting in the center of the matted area. Ana came in swinging, just as she had prior to being struck down last time, throwing a few quick jabs and finishing with an uppercut that found nothing but air. Jasmine, bobbed and weaved, slipping past the jabs and watching the uppercut sail wide right over her shoulder. The woman stepped in, coming around high to strike at her opponent's exposed jaw again. Ana was prepared this time for the counter-attack and hooked her 'missed' uppercut inward, snaking it around the incoming punching arm and trapping it with her free hand. In a single fluid motion, Jasmine's arm was trapped and she found herself on the floor, having been snapped over Ana's shoulder to slam her to the ground. Dazed, she lacked the capacity to fight off the arm wrench position that Ana was sinking in before Joseph called for the stop.

Cheri silently interjected into the fight by waving her friend over to where she sat watching.

"We won't be much longer Ms. Hayven."

"No love, time's no issue. I just didn't know you were training other women? I thought Z and I were your only girls?" Cheri put on a mock pouting face to tease her friend, despite the genuine question.

"Well, it was my understanding that you will face the only other female combatant in PWC soon, will you not?"

"Well, yes."

"You will learn far more about facing different opponents, such as Ms. Skye was her name?" Cheri nodded in reply. "You will learn far more about different opponents by facing different opponents and training with them."

"But I train with Z all the time." Cheri remarked, peering over Joseph's shoulder to look at the two women seated on the mat having their own conversation.

"You are correct, you do, but from what we have both heard, Ms. Skye does not fight like Ms. Zelda."

"Then I should spar with Terry more, since he's been learning more Mixed Martial Arts."

"No love, because Terry does not fight in the manner I believe Ms. Skye does."

"But she fights in the MMA style..."

"But she is a she and Terry is a he..."

Hayven wrinkled her nose, cocking her head back and eyed her friend. "You can't be serious? That's kind of insulting love.

"Why?"

"You don't think I'm good enough to take what I already know and apply it to the next fight simply because I'm facing another bird?"

"No, that is not what I think at all. What I think is that you have been training and fighting against opponents who are always either larger than you, stronger than you, or both. Aside from Zelda, you have not matched against someone matches you in the way that women can and men cannot. I am shorter than you but still stronger, but neither takes into account that because you are female that you have an edge in speed. At least, if we adhere to what is stereo-typically thought. But fortunately or unfortunately, depending on your view, you continue to prove portions of those stereotypes correct as you continue to improve."

The look of response Cheri gave was not a pretty one.

"Ms. Hayven, please," Joseph replied in a firm tone, reminding her that he is still her teacher in this relationship, "you have proven, even if by a small margin, that you are faster than me, more flexible and seem to have a tenacity that many opponents, male opponents, do not posses. Zelda has proven such things as well. I do not understand why you sour at this statement."

Cheri bit her lower lip and frowned, looking back and forth between Joseph and the women conversing on the mat down below.

"You suck." The singer mumbled playfully.

Joseph laughed and swatted Cheri's shoulder playfully.

"Get down there and let's see what else I get to teach you today."



★ ♫ ♫ ★



Something tells me she'll sit out the first one
And then they'll play George Strait and she'll be gone
'Cause heaven knows that girl was born to two-step
And Texas women don't stay lonely long


 
#16 · (Edited)
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#17 ·
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#20 ·
Echoes of Innocence/Domination​
**The Evil's heart with Angel's words their souls were dipped in venom**
I walked through the hall of this disgusted place that simple-minded people call church. I opened the doors feeling myself angry, resentful, I mean what’s the point? People came to this place looking for hope, blessing but most importantly help. But what happens when there’s no hope, just desperation. Do I have to sit there and wait for the death to steal my soul without fighting? Is this justifiable? This is the life we lead, blind stares at what we call humanity. So afraid to face what has already become of us. You pathetic prayers mean nothing for me, my mother is already dead she tried her best but the sickness choked her, now, I sleep on her tears they keep me awake. I fear that closing my eyes might end me. But what am I?

The church was on the top of a hill as the reminder of faith of this small town. I was standing there watching this town without pity and mercy, and that’s when that air cold lashed out my body in a tempestuous way and I realize. Compassion no more. I will always watch… until the last church is burned, until the guilty drown in blood, until your preachers of filth cease to be. Our sin will send the death we wish upon you. For the families you’ve been broken, for the lives you have ruined, we burn the last of you down.

And I saw her for the first time…

She was wearing a white dress her black hair was moving in a softly manner while she was running. She stopped as soon as she was close enough to the doors she stood there seeing the church for a couple of seconds until she turned her head slightly, this time looking at me…the first thing I noticed were those blue eyes that completely caught me. My heart fell down in a dream full of joy I was being drawing in a new emotion that I never felt before, she started to walk towards me as soon as she was approaching to the place on which I was standing. I started to shaking but not because of the air cold that I felt before this was different. There was something within me that burned so strongly that I wasn’t able to contain myself, she stood there near close to me watching the lights of that town. I was breathing slowly and I started to wonder Am I alive? This fire feel so real, real that it burns. I was confused between a false perception of reality and Illusion and I mean completely lost in the shuffle, and even in that moment I heard a sweet voice trying to reach my senses with her soft sound.​


Can you hear me?

Those words repeated it in my head one more time and then it became clear. She asked me again.

Can you hear me?

I turned around and I see her standing there. And I had a rush of thoughts in that moment.
Look at what’s in front of you an endless journey, our end.

What do you see?

What do you feel?

You know this is the right choice let’s switch off together, let’s float to no more, let’s say goodbye to everything. You know you want to look at her closely… she is the answer.


Hi. What’s your name?

I couldn’t answer her in that moment I was freeze.

Oh I see you don’t like to talk I get it. Well that’s too bad you seem like the type of person who has too much to share… umm or I could be wrong though.

She smiled and moved her hair to the opposite side fighting against the wind that was intense in that night. Her hair had that soft and attractive smell that it was so irresistible.

Oh by the way my name is Katherine just in case you were wondering.

She was staring at me her sight was so intense that I felt my body burned out once again for the same emotion that I felt before.

Do you like Rock don’t you?
I can tell you by your t-shirt, that’s my favorite kind of music too. I’m a big fan of Pantera they are so awesome!!!

Yes. Yes they are.

I couldn’t resisted to agree with her on that.

I know right.

Hmm… my name is Stephen King. What are you doing here this place is a bit scary at night.

I came with my dad there’s a cemetery near close this church we came to visit someone.

She took a quick glance to the church. And for a moment her eyes lost that sparkle and for the first time she seemed sad.

We lost my mother two weeks ago it was a sad thing for us with my dad she spent her last year lying on the same bed, we knew the moment will come but is still hard to dealing with right now.

She lost her mother too. I know that feeling I know what she’s thinking right now. If I could say something to make her feel better it would be great but my inability to interact with another human being is damaged. So I tried to do my best.

I lost my mom too I only came here because this was the place where my mom and dad met each other for the first time and because I wanted to send a message to someone.

Pick your pockets full of sorrow, we will try to ease our pain together. You know in somehow we were meant to meet each other here we feel the same pain, no one knows where our secrets and desires go. When your life is so, so dreary DREAM.

Her words amazed me her face was no longer sad her voice sounded firm and convincing. She grabbed my hands and the fire inside me was burning and I was wondering if maybe we are, perfect strangers when we meet, strangers on this place lovers while we sleep.

Dream of me…we can live how we want now… this world has no boundaries. We shall never wake up. Let’s torch the world this is for us. Make this dream a reality… if the world that we are forced to accept is false and nothing is true, then everything is possible… make this dream our reality.

She was right we are forced to accept and live in this world when everything is false. But we both are real we have something in common we can change this world together.

The shadow of man approaching to the church catched my attention. That man was Frank Iommi it was the first time I saw him, he was Katherine’s dad.

Hey Katherine where are you? It’s time to go honey, it’s getting late.

Oh it’s my dad, I have to go hmm where do you live? We can give you a ride of you want to.

I felt ashamed and lost. I had no house I spent living on the streets for months with no place to go. What should I say to her?

I… I don’t have anything. I escaped from an orphan and I’ve wandering on the streets for months.

She stared at me and smiled me.

Wait here, I’m going to talk with my dad.

I waited there until she came back with a surprising news.

Do you want to come with us? You can stay in our house all the time you want.

I was in shock the first time someone cared for me in a different way that my parents did.

What do you say? Will you come with us.

Why are you doing this for me? You barely know me.

Because this is the first time I made a bound with another human being. You and I can create a perfect world and shape perfect lives, we have the perfect soundtrack for their futures Domination!!!

Domination? Yeah I like how that sounds.

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Where Evil Dwells
8 years later.
Long live the new flesh

I parked the car near close to the cemetery. The air was cold and the moon lighted up our way till the hill where the church was waiting for us. I saw her and she was excited with dream about this when we were kids. They were carrying knives and cups of gasoline. Death is in the air they repeated the moment was set, we stood there for a couple of seconds in front of this doors, she hold it my hand and told me; “it’s time”

We enter into the church were everybody was anxious to hear our words, my words. We walked through the hall until we finally reach the pulpit it was time to speak the truth.

I was there behind the pulpit watching all of our followers the souls we conquered from this small town that once trusted in god. This is our army ready to fight against who stand against us. And they heard it my words.


Rest will give my awakening a purpose… Don’t think don’t speak, I will do this for all of you.

Every natural thought or feeling you have ever had will change tonight you’ll learn how to cut the ties with this word.

I am your new mind, I am your new you, I am your new sin, I am your new trust. This is what is supposed to happen when a predetermined soul is put in motion by my power that you will see and that they will suffer.

I am a cult by definition you all are wondering what I want to do and I would give you a simple answer. Recycle this earth. Change the human history to not repeat the same mistakes again, I want to start this world from the scratch… rid every sound, destroy!!!

Now you will follow my journey… my destiny. Tonight’s your death from this world, resurrect my new you. I will end this human world.

You were sleeping for so long I’ve watching you all for so long, I was here 8 years ago this church was a reminder of your faith that faith that has betrayed you all with false comfort but now you have opened your eyes thanks to me and my fiancée now you are free. And tonight you would prove your faith in me using those knives and cups of gasoline to torch every damage soul you find in the streets and to burn every church of this town. Those who don’t want to believe in me would be gone and together we will rule this new world.

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Sincerity
One day before Vortex 19, Berlin Germany. Swissótel.

I’m covered with darkness it might be the only thing that makes me feel comfortable while I’m here resting in the bed. There’s a thin light that enters through the window those are the lights of this awful city that it’s keeping me awake. Those lights I can’t stand them they show me some of the scars in my body and is making me remember that night again..

It happened all so fast, heavy with sleep, my eyes closed I was… the next thing I can remember was crawling out from the car desperate and I saw you lying there holding your head, I kissed you for the last time the taste of blood in my lips I just I can’t… your clothes thorn apart the smell of gasoline all over the place. It seems like it was yesterday when the cold rain poured down I can still hear your screams as if it was happening all over again. That night Thursday, January 15: that night would become a grave that would crush my heart a joy and laugher exchanged for grief, and silence. Searching for so long for the only thing that mattered and that’s when I find you but you were ripped from me… laying on here in this empty bed my memories wouldn’t never be read it again in these images tainted with ink lies every memory of you. The wind blew your heart over my eyes and I slept for days wishing not to wake up again, but I’m condemned to always look back and remember that night.

I leave the bed and walked to the window I was standing there looking over the glass I can see your face times of past rushing by, touching your cold hand, wishing it would touch me back. I take a quick glance at the bed again I see you, you look so pretty lying there, just like the first day we met. It feels so real, like old times, but it’s nothing, nothing I wish I have the chance to see you again.
My future’s finally found me, figured me out. It’s painful is tough and I never saw it coming come as it may, cause all of this life is a lesson I’d rather learn than end up in a cold covered up dark grave.

These are the words of a man who finally let go. Losing it all made me realize I am the victim the culprit the casualty and the cause. Losing it all led me to you. And it’s in time like these that you forget to remember who you are the way up is down and the truth is found. Lessons are learned, deep down within my heart. History has taught us that the worst and evil men’s make the best stories come true. The past is part of me, but not who I am. I realize my identity is not in what I’ve seen but in what I believe to be true.​
 
#22 ·
Kyle "The Gaijin" Elric RP


“Kyle? Kyle!! Everything okay? You’ve been in there for an awfully long time love”.

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Silence.


“Can you take a cab? I’m sorry there’s just a lot going on in my head. I’ll meet you for lunch”.


He heard Dani let out a sigh of exasperation. Her soft footsteps indicated her walking away from the door.

Kyle felt for her. It wasn’t fair how he was letting his sour mood affect her too. But honestly, he knew he couldn’t be of any help in his current state. Someday he’d make it up to her. For now, he locked away that thought inside some remote corner of his brain.

He looked at the mirror. The man staring back at him didn’t seem familiar. He splashed more cold water on his face and gripped the edge of the sink tightly before spitting in disgust. He tried not to think of how ashamed his sensei would be of his prized student were he still alive.

He’d thought of being the perfect fighting champion while representing the company on this European tour. When he was informed he’d be fighting Daiko, he’d imagined putting on a clinic for the ages, had resolved to earn the foreign fans’ adulation and respect as the standard bearer of the PWC.

And then he had lost.

The fact that he was beaten didn’t faze him as much as the manner of his defeat. All this time, building up a perfect streak and winning the championship only to lose in a minute? Had he gone complacent? Was the pressure getting to him? Was he crumbling under the weight of expectations from his fans and girlfriend and daughter and dead mentor? Kyle didn’t have answers to any of these questions and it terrified him.

He’d avoided all media and autograph signings since then. He couldn’t bring himself to look anyone in the eye. Things needed to change and soon. Tonight’s match had to be the first step on his path to redemption. He needed to silence everyone questioning his mettle and prove he could be just as successful in staying at the top as he was in getting there.


Xander Black. Doctor Nero.


Kyle stood up and grabbed his bag. He’d head out early to the arena today. No more distractions. No more failures. One opponent or two- it would make no difference. Like the sharp Masamune katana passed on to him by his sensei, he’d cut through all opposition.


There was only room for one at the top.





(To be continued)
 
#23 · (Edited)
BRUCE THORN JR.

"One Body, One Machine."

Berlin, Germany, 5 days before Vortex

The light from my tablet shone brightly on my face illuminating the dime backseat of the car as we rode from the airport to our hotel in Berlin. The lovely Berlin nightlife we drove past couldn’t hold my attention, re-watching Daiko vs Reggie from Vortex 18 was all I cared about.

Step on it Driver, we don’t have all night.

I hear Tommy’s voice next to me. Flickers of memories cross my mind of days gone by when I’d fight with Tommy about wanting to drive the junk cars we used to get around and now we have our own driver.

Reggie is a monstrous man indeed. Daiko gave him all he could handle but it only served to spur him on, make him angrier and strengthen his resolve. I’d never seen anything like that. And this was the man I face in the semi-finals of the most important tournament of my life at Vortex 19 for the Legacy title.

Complain about never seeing the sights of any city we’ve visited and yet spend the whole ride looking at that tablet? That must be the fifth time you’ve watched that match?

Sixth actually.
I shrugged.

Well I’m glad to see you taking it this seriously for once Tommy said with that devious grind of his.

But we’ve gone through what you need to do. Wear him down, stay away from his power as long as you can with your technique and speed. The longer the match goes, the more your superior athletic ability will tell.

Uncle Tommy’s calm demeanour suddenly changed as he looked into the distance of the starry Berlin night sky blurred by our fast moving vehicle.

6 matches Bruce. Win 6 matches and you bring the Thorn name back where it belongs, back where it was always meant to be. World Champion.

The moment dawned on me. Win the Legacy tournament, defend the title 3 times and I get a shot at something I’d worked my entire life for, a moment I’ve dreamt endless nights about. No one was going to stop me now, not the beast known as Reggie, not anyone else in the Legacy tournament, no one.

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Philadelphia, Pennsylvania Hospital, 16 years ago

Fresh flowers lay at the table by Mom’s hospital bed while she rested. Lilies were her favourite. Bringing some beauty to this desolate cold hospital room would help her; remind her of the things she loved. It didn’t. No amount of pretty flowers hid her wounded body.

They tried to repair the damage done by those evil men who had no mercy for anyone that night but nothing had worked.

I knew what was coming, I’d overheard the doctors and Uncle Tom discussing how Mom’s time was short, that’d she join Dad soon.
Barbara laid there peacefully in her arms unaware the person she loved most hangs onto life by a thread. Mom insisted both her children be close. She thought of us even when she needed to think of herself.

Bruce.

Even her warm smile couldn’t mask the faraway look in her eyes.

Mom, you’re awake. You should go back to sleep and rest.

She motioned to me to take Barbara from her tired hands. The warmth left her smile as she handed me Barbara, replaced by a scowl I’d never seen.

I need you to be a strong for me Bruce and promise me some things; can you do that for me son?

The warm expression returned now as I nodded intently with my sleeping sister in my arms.

I know what people are saying about your Dad. Don’t listen to any of it. Your Dad was a good man; he’d never do the things they’re accusing him of. I don’t know why those men did what they did, but your Dad would never get involved with anything criminal. He loved our family too much for that.

I nodded again, she was right.

You know what my doctors said don’t you; I can see it in your eyes.

I looked away.

I know it’s hard, but I need you to take care of your sister now. I won’t be able to anymore. I need you to be the great big brother she needs.

I was fighting back the emotion now, having the reality of it all stare me in the face.

I know you’ll miss your father and me but don’t let the hate consume you Bruce, it isn’t worth it. You’re better than that.

The doctor walked in grim faced.

May I please have a minute with your Mom son?

As I left the room with Barbara I turned around to see my Mom mouth the words “I love you” to which I replied in kind.

We walked past Uncle Tom who was berating the hospital staff again. Tommy never left our side, whenever we were there so was he.

Barbara had woken up and started to cry by now. I tried to calm her down swaying her from side to side but all she wanted was the warm embrace of her mother. In truth it was all I wanted too.

I felt the walls closing in, how was I going to do this without them, maybe I wasn’t as strong as Mom thought. I hear a gentle voice from behind me.

Is she okay.

A young girl, who looked the same age as me carrying a pretty rag doll leaned over my shoulder to take a look at Barbara. She lifts her doll up to the baby and shakes it playfully in front of her.

Hey little girl, wanna play. *laughs*

Barbara stops crying instantly and gives the cute doll a big hug.

She likes her.

Yeah she does, thanks so much.

Is she sick?

No, my Mom is.

My Dad is too, the doctor say he’ll be okay though.

Selena, your Dad wants to see you, a women called out to the kind girl.

Okay Barb we need to give the nice dolly back now.

No, she can have it. I think she needs it more than I. I hope your Mom gets better.

I hope your Dad does too.
She runs off with the women to see her father. How I wished I could do the same. I feel a hand on my shoulder, it was Tommy.

Bruce…..

Tommy’s eyes filled with tears. I knew what he was going to say, he didn’t need to say it. As I watched Barbara hold that doll and fall back asleep, dreaming sweetly, I hoped she dreamt of our parents in the only place we could see them now.

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Berlin Sports Centre, Germany, 1 Day before Vortex 19

At the Berlin Sports Centre on a field surrounded by exercise equipment and a large athletics track we join Danny Eriksen and the PWC cameras with Tommy Thorn beside him.

Please welcome my guest at this time, Tommy Thorn.

Mr. Thorn you specifically asked the PWC cameras to come here today.

Of course I did Danny boy. Not that our horrendously stupid audience deserve this as they continue to boo a tremendous human being and man like my nephew but today we’re about to bestow upon all of you an incredible honour. The chance to take a glimpse at a once in a life time athlete and warrior like Bruce Thorn Jr. prepare for the biggest match of his life at Vortex 19.

The camera picks up a figure fly past Tommy’s shoulder on the Athletics track in the background. Danny motions for the camera to film it.

That’s Bruce Thorn Jr. How in the world is a man that size moving so fast?

He’s so fast in fact that in his younger days Bruce run a Junior Olympic qualifying time in the 200m, he just loved wrestling too much. He’s much bulkier now, but he hasn’t lost much of that speed.

Bruce runs off the track and toward two Heavy Bags lying on the ground. He takes a deep breath and lifts both on his shoulders and begins to run towards a small block which he hops over then runs around and hops over it again.

Do you know how hard it is to run with one heavy bag on your shoulder, can you imagine the strength and power jumping over an obstacle with two would involve.

Bruce throws the bags down which thud heavily into the ground. He sprints toward two beams which have rungs on them. He picks up a straight steel bar underneath the beams.

Oh, you’ll like this; it’s called the Salmon Ladder. Bruce will use that bar to move from one rung to another using nothing but his strength and technique.

But those first rungs look too high.

He explodes off the ground and leaps up towards the rungs, hooks on and uses the bar to hop between them and up the beams.

How, how did he….

He has a vertical leap over 40 inches Eriksen. That was nothing to him.

Bruce hops off the Salmon Ladder and starts jogging this time toward 2 assistants holding up two tackle shields. He than explodes into a flat out sprint and smashes the assistants holding the tackle shields with a huge SPEAR sending them sprawling around him.

Oh my goodness! Danny lets out a gasp.

A spear like that breaks a man in half. He is the prefect mix of stamina, power and speed. Add the fact that he’s trained in that ring since the day he could walk and you have an incredible performer, one the likes of which I haven’t seen in my 30 years in this business.

Bruce wiping the sweat dripping down his brow walks over to Danny and Tommy.

That was quite the workout Bruce.

Workout, that’s just my warm-up Eriksen.

Danny bursts out laughing but Bruce glares at him coldly.

What’s so funny?

Ah, well Bruce what are your thoughts on your opponent at Vortex 19
Reggie.

Reggie’s a 6.6” 330lb angry monster who just last week took out one of the best performers PWC’s ever seen in Daiko for who knows how long. A normal man would be afraid of Reggie, a normal man should be afraid of Reggie but………I’m not a normal man, I’m Bruce Thorn Jr.

Bruce lifts up his arm and points to his waist tape which has the number 6 written on it.

See this number Danny. I know Reggie can’t count to 6 but this number has huge significance. Win 2 matches in the Legacy Tournament, 3 title defences and 1 World Title match and I achieve everything I’ve ever wanted. I prove Tommy right, I prove me right, I prove all you doubters wrong.

You see sometimes to be a King a Prince needs to slay a few monsters along the way.

At Vortex 19, Reggie, I slay you.

Scene Fades Out.
 
#24 ·
With the sound of a jar of pills rattling around, the camera flickers in from a black nothingness to present the welcoming foyer of an old folks' home...

Following the sounds of smashing and crashing during the Angry Angry Man's celebration of destroying Daiko in a contest of wrestling ability, it appears our search to document and investigate the Angry Angry Man has taken quite the turn...

As the narration speaks, the camera begins slowly traversing the many hallways of the residency, avoiding the many elderly people along the way...

According to recent sightings, our Angry Angry Man seems to have abandoned the barren concrete jungles of Paris in favour of the carpeted wasteland here in this aged care facility. This should come as no surprise to any scholar of rageus erectus, since Grumpy Grumpy Old Men and Angry Angry Men share a very similar self control gene deficiency, leading both species to suffer the fate of becoming extremely irate due to things most humans would deem insignificant.

The camera slowly approaches a doorway into what appears to be a lounge room with a young male nurse checking on the various people-who-happened-to-have-aged seated around the area. The camera enters the room and takes a stationary position overlooking the majority of the patients, and as it does we see a glimpse of the Angry Angry Man Reggie relaxing in a recliner near an old balding man...

As always, in order to not become crushed by the Angry Angry Man, our camera operators are very well prepared. In this case, our cameraman is fitted with the latest in disguise technology, which has been utilised to make him indistinguishable from any other old man, making the act of standing still and pretending to drool whilst capturing the rare nature before us both easy and safe.

Whilst Reggie relaxes, no doubt thinking about the pain he inflicted on the once great Daiko, the old balding man in the chair next him begins to lean over, tapping Reggie with his hand to get his attention...

It appears that a Grumpy Grumpy Old Man has attempted to begin a dialogue between the the Angry Angry Man and himself, no doubt about to express grievances upon petty things - a sure way to enrage the Angry Angry Man. Let's observe some more and maybe we shall find out just what the grievances are...

Zooming in on the Grumpy Grumpy Old Man we see him talking to Reggie, occasionally turning towards the male nurse and squinting while Reggie slowly sits himself upright. When the male nurse turns away from the two to attend to a patient, the Grumpy Grumpy Old Man points towards him before smiling and pounding one fist into an open palm...

Utilising basic deduction skills, it can be derived that the Grumpy Grumpy Old Man happens to not like the male nurse, and whether it be because he suspects him of stealing or having teeth that are a little too white, he also wants the Angry Angry Man to go hurt the man.

This also happens to not be the most outstanding idea the the Grumpy Grumpy Old Man has come up with, because what he forgot was the the Angry Angry Man would never take orders from an old man, no matter how grumpy or akin to his raging lifestyle he was. In fact, the mere notion of following orders happens to enrage the Angry Angry Man in the highest degree...

Watch, as the Angry Angry Man asserts his independence from the old codger - something a certain Bruce Thorn Jr would never accomplish no matter how many accolades he earned - and proceeds to do what he wants to do...


Reggie almost cracks a smile at the Grumpy Grumpy Old Man's suggestion, because after all, he did suggest something that would cause pain and destruction, and if he did happen to steal or have too white teeth that would make him very angry indeed... But the Grumpy Grumpy Old Man has had the unfortunate experience of enraging Reggie and so the destruction must begin...

As predicted, the Angry Angry Man is in fact angry.

Reggie leaps up off the recliner...

The Angry Angry Man is indeed a frightening beast...

Reggie picks up the Grumpy Grumpy Old Man and begins twirling him above his head...

You see, Angry Angry Men don't need instruction to know how to function, nor do they want such a pointless thing as direction...

The male nurse tries to stop Reggie by smashing a wooden chair over his back, stunning him for half a second...

And while a Thorn in the paw of a lion may sting a little...

Reggie launches the Grumpy Grumpy Old Man at the male nurse, knocking them both out...

It is but that, a small insignificant little Thorn, unaware that the true strength of the lion rests in its teeth...

Reggie huffs and puffs for a second, before turning towards the camera with the eyes of a madman and charging, knocking the scene into blackness...

And it is in those teeth that the Thorn will be chewed out and its remains spat on the floor...

Bruce Thorn Jr. Vortex 19. Don't make Reggie mad.
 
#25 · (Edited)
Whisper
I like how you transition from Whisper to Barney Williams. I’m not sure if that’s how you want us to write for Whisper or you basically just want us to write for Whisper and leave Barney Williams out completely. Either way, I think it’ll be good. Eriksen telling Whisper good job after the interview really made this RP a bit different and I liked that. It showed a person under that mask that Whisper wears. But this is also a problem. Whisper is a heel but when he transitions into Barney Williams, he seems like a face. So you might want to clean that up a little bit and make up your mind as to which person you’ll be RPing as. Also, I’m not too sure what’s going on with the kids? I read your entrance description in your profile but I’m not sure what you need the kids for? I’m really glad that you included why Whisper became a wrestler in the first place. Now you gotta use that motivation and do some heel-type stuff because right now, Whisper is coming off as a face. Not a fan of the pink text you use and the condensed style you use for dialogue. When someone new is speaking, leave a new line so that everything is easier to read. When it’s all condensed like that, it’s not really pleasing to the eyes and makes me not want to read it. Overall, it was a solid debut RP imo. You introduced a few characteristics of Whisper, you showed us why Whisper became a wrestler, and you made Whisper’s intentions in PWC very clear (he wants to win a title). Good job but there’s definitely a lot more you can improve.

Marcus Kendall
Really liking all the backstory we’re seeing from Kendall. But I think it was a little bit too much here. Maybe the rap battle against Tony could’ve been another RP. The focus of this RP should’ve been Jordan and Kendall’s journey towards PWC. Not saying I didn’t like it, the RP just had a lot of stuff going on. When there’s a lot of stuff going on, it’s hard to remember some things and hard to focus on what you’re really trying to say. I like that your promo on your opponents were in the style of a rap or well, your creative side coming out because that’s who Marcus Kendall is, a man with a lot to say. I think that if you cut back on some of the stories here, like maybe omitting the rap battle or taking out the Sarah part, then this would’ve been a better RP. It would’ve led you to producing something more memorable imo. I look forward to seeing more of the gang-related stuff Kendall has done in the past though. Very good character and with this RP, you now have a lot of material to work with. Good job!

Mike Damage
A bit of a short RP but it was short and straight to the point, I like that. Pretty old school I’d say. I’m liking the attitude from Damage where he’s considered a rookie when in fact, he’s probably done this wrestling shtick longer than anyone else on the roster. He didn’t sound like a grumpy, old man which was good because that’s sort of what I was expecting when I read that he was pretty old school. The dialogue from Damage was good and the no-nonsense aura I get from him, fits him really well. But who was the woman? Probably a love interest? Should’ve revealed who that was as it would’ve made your RP a bit lengthier and added more to the promo. It was kind of random how she showed up though so I hope you address that in your next RP. Good job with this one.

Max Killings
So I know Killings’s gimmick is that he’s a dirty cop but I didn’t really get that vibe from him. In the beginning, I didn’t really understand what was happening. Some guy posted some posters on another person’s “turf” so that warranted them to kill him? But you labeled the people speaking as cops who killed the dude so I’m kind of confused. Were they dirty cops or were they gang members? So Killings killed those guys because they killed the hobo or something, I don’t even know. For his interview, Killings proceeded to beat Eriksen? Not too sure what’s up with all the violence though man. I’d cut that down to a minimum. Also, it says your broadcast your promo in front of the fans before the show started? Yeah, you can’t do that. Creative decides what happens on the show so yeah, that totally didn’t happen. I know you’re using an iPad which is why there are a lot of misspellings and a lot grammar and punctuation errors so I’ll forgive it this time. But please, clean that up in your next RP. I think you have a good character but your ideas just aren’t translating to your RP. This is your first RP ever so I’m sure you’ll improve. I’ll be happy to be a helping hand when you want to improve your RP.

Dr. Nero
While this is definitely a different way to RP, I think there’s a better way to get your angry point across. Because right now, it sort of feels like a shot towards creative. I know that’s not your intention though so that’s good. I would’ve loved to see this RP written in “full” if that makes sense. Full of description and a story that comes along with it. Good dialogue though. This is totally something Nero would say.

Xander Black
At least you didn’t no show :p Seriously though, the overall promo you had was good despite being short.

Serenity Skye
I’m liking the whole origins story here for Skye. I would’ve liked to have seen Skye’s progress written in full instead of the montage but this works too and was a cool way to get right to the point. I already like Uncle Jeff and I can’t wait to see what else he has in store for Skye. Getting a cool teacher/student vibe here and that’s always a good story to tell. The promo was pretty short but again, it was to the point. I would’ve liked to have seen more stuff said by Skye but this was fine too.

Cheri Hayven
I’m not really sure what to comment on here tbh. Everything was solid and I liked all the content in this promo. The way that Joseph just proved her wrong despite Cheri being adamant on her stance was awesome. Liking the tidbits of music you add to each RP as well. Very solid RP. Only thing I’ll fault about this RP is maybe you should change the font on the italicized parts? They’re pretty small even when I zoom in at 125%.

Crowley
God damn Crowley is such a dark character. This might be the best RP you have written man, awesome job. Even the bright spots of this RP were dark. It was kind of weird that the woman had an instant connection with Crowley there but I’ll ignore it because the story you had going on was really good. Not much to fault here but I will say that next time, you should talk about your opponent more. I see that you talked about your opponent in some areas but you want to have a clear cut message about your opponent. If there was no mention of your opponent in this RP, then you might be losing this match tbh but I could see some areas where you talked about your opponent.

Kyle Elric
Thank you for not no showing :p Some good content in here. Again, this RP wasn’t written in “full” I’m sure but we got the gist of what Elric is going through right now. He has the label as champion but isn’t performing at a championship level. Let’s hope that changes at the PPV because he’s got a tough task ahead of him.

Bruce Thorn Jr.
Another awesome RP by Bruce here. Really liking how Bruce and Tommy play off of each other. Now, it seems more natural unlike earlier in Bruce’s career where he was still deciding whether to be a face or a heel. Tommy’s smugness and confidence has now transferred over to Bruce and it’s just a great thing to see. The backstory you have going on directly relates to your promo and your match with Reggie. Nice tie-in there. Getting a Heyman/Lesnar vibe between Bruce and Uncle Tommy but unlike Lesnar, it looks like Bruce can speak for himself. My favorite part was when Thorn started showing just show strong and agile he really is. He’s painting a picture and telling us all that he’s on the same level strength-wise as Reggie even if that’s probably not true. But that whole workout scene was done to perfection and it really helped this RP as a whole. Very very very good RP. I did get a bit confused as to who was talking when Bruce and his mom were talking because of the colors being a little too similar so yeah, watch out for that next time.

Reggie
Liking the whole documentary style type of scenario you got going on in your RPs. Even if Reggie’s gimmick is silly, it just works. And even if your RPs are pretty silly and pretty unorthodox, I enjoy anything you write. You incorporated Thorn in there really well. There’s nothing really I can fault here as this RP was just really silly but a fun read.
 
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Marcus Kendall
Really liking all the backstory we’re seeing from Kendall. But I think it was a little bit too much here. Maybe the rap battle against Tony could’ve been another RP. The focus of this RP should’ve been Jordan and Kendall’s journey towards PWC. Not saying I didn’t like it, the RP just had a lot of stuff going on. When there’s a lot of stuff going on, it’s hard to remember some things and hard to focus on what you’re really trying to say. I like that your promo on your opponents were in the style of a rap or well, your creative side coming out because that’s who Marcus Kendall is, a man with a lot to say. I think that if you cut back on some of the stories here, like maybe omitting the rap battle or taking out the Sarah part, then this would’ve been a better RP. It would’ve led you to producing something more memorable imo. I look forward to seeing more of the gang-related stuff Kendall has done in the past though. Very good character and with this RP, you now have a lot of material to work with. Good job!
Thank you for the feedback Jam. I was worried that the RP was a little long and I guess my gut instinct was right. I'll try and condense my next RP a bit and streamline it to get my story/point across more. The Tony thing could have been left out you're right, I wanted to use that as sort of an introduction to my character as the rapper/ex-criminal gimmick are linked together. But I could have been a bit more patient and gone for either one or the other.

What I will say is the Sarah part I could have not left out in my opinion because it was key to the concept I was trying to accomplish which was the fact that Marcus was dreaming about it and how being reminded of it this close to starting a new career and path in life will effect him going forward.

It will make more sense in future RP's, I have plans for where this story is going already. It's just a case of how I write it out in the best way possible :eek:.
 
#26 · (Edited)
^^^My characters more of a sadistic Dirty Harry/Punisher than a dirty cop. Detroit in my RP has become a bit of a dystopia like in Robocop, and basically everything is illegal. The police have absolute power can do basically whatever they want. Killings has an obsession with "Justice" and with what's right that's why he killed those cops and beat up the kid who framed the hobo. I'll flesh out the city and the Police department in my next RP. Also you can't do promos in an RP??? That's a shame I was gonna do this whole titantron Bray Wyatt thing for my RP.
 
#27 ·
^^^My characters more of a sadistic Dirty Harry/Punisher than a dirty cop. Detroit in my RP has become a bit of a dystopia like in Robocop, and basically everything is illegal. The police have absolute power can do basically whatever they want. Killings has an obsession with "Justice" and with what's right that's why he killed those cops and beat up the kid who framed the hobo. I'll flesh out the city and the Police department in my next RP. Also you can't do promos in an RP??? That's a shame I was gonna do this whole titantron Bray Wyatt thing for my RP.
Where'd you get this idea? An RP is pretty much a promo mixed in with some story. I just said that you can't write promos as if they happened on the actual Vortex show like you did in your RP. Also, Detroit in your RP has become of a Dystopia like in Robocop? Well that doesn't really matter because in the PWC-universe, Detroit is well, Detroit. I know I said you can make up your own characters but that doesn't mean you get to make up your own world as well. If you want that to continue, maybe you can say your character is in a dream where Detroit is a dystopia like in Robocop but the kayfabe Detroit is not a dystopia if that makes sense.
 
#32 ·
Max Killings:

To begin, I'm, personally, never privy to starting an RP with a quote. A writer's work should, from the very beginning, speak for itself. Leading off with someone else’s words is rather tacky and immediately leaves the impression of a lack of imagination. Now, as Jam said, this is quite messy in terms of formatting and grammar. Considering you’re posting on a tablet, something you might want to do is include a disclaimer at the end stating you plan on editing it next time you are in front of a computer. Perhaps you could even solicit a member here to look over your RP and brush up some of the grammar and formatting if absolutely necessary.

PWC has had a lot of characters whose persona revolves around the idea of “justice,” but, honestly, I can’t say any of them have been effective as they could be. Whether it’s a sort of holy character whose motivation is religion or, in this case, a disgruntled cop, there is a definite need for multiple layers to this type of character. Characters should be able to attempt to rationally justify their actions beyond just “I’m a bad cop” or “It’s the will of God.”

Here, you led the readers right in with an action scene, which is good. However, there’s a notable lack of insight into the character’s thoughts. He seems to just do things on impulse, which is, to be fair, a perfectly viable characteristic. However, with this character, I feel that he has so much potential as a complex antihero. If I’m reading into your application right, he was fired from a corrupted police force but still stands for justice (albeit on his own terms). This is a perfect opportunity to explore the concept of moral ambiguity (in short, he does bad things for a good cause) and have Killings attempt to justify his actions, thus slowly garnering empathy from readers and making them question what constitutes being truly “good.”

Dr. Nero:

This has certainly proven to be a polarizing RP, but I’ll say this: I love it. Experimenting with different ways to effectively convey your character’s feelings, whether it be entirely through their actions or, in this case, their words, takes a strong writer. You have done just that.

Xander Black:

Well, both Black and Nero are certainly not happy about this “pick your poison” stipulation. Given the nature of their characters, and, well, the nature of the stipulation, it makes complete sense. Showing and not telling Xander’s emotions is the reason that this RP is great and exactly why the best of the best can always succeed with more through less.

Kyle Elric:

Kyle Elric and Xander Black, the two biggest stars in PWC, are ever more close to falling off the deep end. Yikes. I will admit, I’m a sucker for scenes where characters reflect in front of mirrors. While it might seem cliche, something about a strong character seeking shelter in the company of merely their own visage is particularly powerful and speaks a lot without actually saying a lot. Another short but sweet RP.

Serenity Skye:

Serenity Skye is an underdog, speaks with a southern accent, and is tough. This much is perfectly fine, but they way it comes out in RPs thus far is a bit too spontaneous and forced. I think in the case of this character, we need to go further back in the backstory and build up some exposition. Considering, per the app, Skye had a rough childhood, I think divulging on this some in certain RPs and a bit more in others would go a long way in better explaining Serenity’s current wherewithal to be as tough as she is and garner more “organic” sympathy for the character.

Marcus Kendall:

There’s such a beautiful musicality to the way you wrote the opening scene and closing interview. This prose-poetic style is not only very appropriate given the nature of the character being a rapper, but, overall, it just happens to flow so well. You could probably easily work this writing into slam poetry.

You really set the stage (excuse the pun!) and atmosphere exquisitely, conjuring images of a hazy backroom full of colorful and bizarre characters conducting all sorts of shady business. The concept of competitive battle rap is a really great front for this strange urban world you have taken us to.

Cheri Haven:

Darkside, I really can’t get enough of the way you write Cheri. As I mentioned in the above review, you use musicality very appropriately in the way you write for this character. I also really like the unique formatting you apply to every RP - it almost looks like sheet music. We now have two musicians in PWC in Cheri and Marcus. Imagine the possibilities in a feud or tag-team with these two! Excellent work!!

Crowley:

Crowley’s interaction with the woman in white really knocked me out -- wow!! Her angelic appearance, poetic way of speaking, and symmetry with the church gave me goosebumps. The imagery you employed here really brings to mind the works of Romantic era painter Caspar David Friedrich. I definitely recommend checking out his work.

I have to say, I disagree with Jam’s view of Crowley and the woman having an instant connection. I really got the idea that her ethereal beauty was maddening, inspiring, and all too perfect at the same time - like a living, breathing guardian angel sent to him, ironically, from a higher place which Crowley finds no connection with.

Bruce Thorn Jr.

What really comes through best here is that the world is on Bruce’s shoulders and he’s out to prove he can carry it. He may be a heel, but his troubled past leaves plenty of room for the audience to sympathize and understand why he’s taken the stance against the world that he has. It looks like he’s effectively channeled his sorrow into substantial athletic prowess -- what’s not to admire about that? Thorn is the future and the future is now.

Reggie:

Reggie is not the typical silly character. From the way you write, it seems that, unlike a lot of other silly characters, Reggie's goofiness is a lot more organic. That is to say, he means business and, whether it’s in a retirement home or in the ring, it shows. I would really love to see this character in live action movie. It would be a genuine riot for sure.

Mike Damage:

There is not a whole lot to say here. As Jam said, Damage is "old school" and is all business. Very good RP.

Whisper:

The whole RP, especially the end, was meta indeed. Now, writing in this style could be perceived as technically invalidating every other character, but honestly, I see it as a unique “reality show” take on the business. Whisper/Barney Williams are fascinating characters and the "self-aware" take on the Whisper persona is really interesting.
 
#34 ·
Crowley:

Crowley’s interaction with the woman in white really knocked me out -- wow!! Her angelic appearance, poetic way of speaking, and symmetry with the church gave me goosebumps. The imagery you employed here really brings to mind the works of Romantic era painter Caspar David Friedrich. I definitely recommend checking out his work.

I have to say, I disagree with Jam’s view of Crowley and the woman having an instant connection. I really got the idea that her ethereal beauty was maddening, inspiring, and all too perfect at the same time - like a living, breathing guardian angel sent to him, ironically, from a higher place which Crowley finds no connection.
First of all thanks for the review (Y)

Yeah you got the idea I was pursuing with this RP for the most part. The woman in white is Crowley's wife I've been trying to let some things in the air for the things I have planned for them in the future. Yeah she's like some kind of an angel for Crowley but maybe not the best company for him or at least a dangerous combination.

Also I'm going to check your recommendation if you think that what I wrote reminds you his work then I'm definitely intrigued.
 
#36 ·
I feel bad about leaving your reviews so long, as well as posting my own of what I think, but my internet is being eh and my life is exams so.... pray my interwebs hold, please....

First off, Jam, I read your review, and I won't bother quoting it, but yeah, I agree with 90% of things you say. The entrance, yeah, gonna admit it's rubbish, so what i'm gonna do is work it into the rp, around the same time as this whole cancer thing i'm planning, it involves a lot of charity work and things so, mainly just to reflect me IRL, charity work for charities who work with those with cancer so yeah, it won't be anything bad though, it'll be charity work more than not. Just note some serious planning has gone into it.

Write Barney Williams out, as he is only there cause Whisper wouldn't walk round town dressed in a mask and stuff, so... The whole heel face thing as well, I had sort of planned for a big Barney's gonna flip, throw a few bottles, be full heel so....

Thanks for the good point on the transition though, I never really meant it to come out like it did, but i'm keeping it, just cause it worked. That pink text as well, lets say it looked better when I picked it. Also the lines, yeah I know, I would of, but I like things being compact, that's where we differ... I guess I gotta change that, which is fine.

Laser, I felt proud reading your review, it put me in a really good mood, a really good mood indeed. I was thinking the same thing about you with the writing style, but good to know some people like i...... damn it internet lag. Like I was saying, good to know some people like it.

Now for my reviews of butter and milk... yeah... i'll shush now...

Max Killings

I might of swore while reading this. I have good points and bad points, but, to be honest, this made me cringe slightly. First off, i'm gonna start with the worst point on my notebook next to me, punctuation. I think you were writing on an IPad and things, but in reality I would of put a note explaining that you would of edited and things. Also, I saw the comment about the lazy, and that's something you don't want to be, because if you are lazy you end up with your work looking displeasing.... sorry to admit that.

I'm not feeling the whole dirty cop vibe you have going, it sort of seems way too, jumpy. Almost like you had fifty idea's at once and then tried to combine them into one post, which made me cringe like mad.

-And with a final pistol whip to the temple. The poor bastard let out his final sigh. The two thugs in uniforms stood their laughing at what they had just done. But unbeknownst to them a menace stalks
them in the shadows one that seek to end their miserable life.Without hesitation the menace grabs the Cop who did the deed, by his hair and smashes his head on the stone wall next to him, until the only thing you could see was a bloodied face. The Menace Nonchalantly dropped his corpse to the ground. The second cop
was too horrified to run. But to the menace's surprise he did not beg for his
life he fought back. But fighting back does not equal surviving the fight. The second Cop met same fate as his compatriot. Suddenly the menace spoke.
I'm sorry, I have to quote this. This whole just paragraph made me cringe. You have a dash with no end, paragraphs just randomly cutting, and yeah, I know you were on an IPad, but as soon as there was a PC I would of fixed that. Apart from this, I don't get this paragraph. If a cop was murdered, the other cop would of stopped him, but I also don't get the whole "lets commit a federal offence" vibe here.

The quote, I know it's been pointed out to you, but that quote... try not to start like that, as it turned me away like mad. Like laser said, a good writer should never start his work with work someone else made, if you get me.

You have some good points though, that I feel I need to point out, to make this an unbias review, and lets be honest, i'm bias as ****, so for me to admit that... Anyway, when you talk about the whole framing of the hobo, I actually liked that, not gonna lie. The beatdown bit, no so much, but the rest of it was really good. Also the promo, even if it was out of place, it was still good. If that went on a website, i'd watch it, so try aiming it like that.

All in all I rate this a 5/10, the overall feel doesn't quite work, but it sort of taught me just a little about Max so....



Doc Nero

I loved this, the fueled anger about the whole Championship signing being cut short, that was amazing how it was done by creative, and then you just carried it on. I don't have much to say about this really.

I have one point about this, that messed with me slightly. A good writer should never end his work on a picture like that, although that is the smallest thing ever.

A good job, i'm interested to see where you can go with this anger.



Mike Damage

Finally, I am actually on the edge of my seat reading my notes. It's been a while since I wrote them, so just reading them makes me wanna go reread your work, one sec.

Okay, great. After reading your work for like the fifteenth time I can say it's kept me happy every time. The bit on the plane was amazing, a little like was I was trying to aim at and basically failed in a plane crash.

The next bit was a little bit, dull. I mean, I know where you were going, and it was still good, but when you join a brand you'd assume you'd be classed as a rookie, and, I dunno, I kind of get a cocky, arrogant feel from Mike in this little bit of text. If that's what you happen to be aiming for, great, but otherwise, yeah....

The next paragraph was what I expected, a nice little detailed view of a hotel room, which I liked. The pills, also a good addition, all in all, a good little paragraph.

The whole bit about being backstage watching the ad earns you an award, I don't care which one. This whole segment changed my look on Mike. It sent him from the cocky kid to the opposite so, you managed to win me back, well done.

The bit about the water reminds me of HHH, and that's not exactly a bad thing. Then we move onto the girl, and that was good, I loved that bit, with the over protective one, I really liked that.

Overall, I wouldn't be amazed if you win the rookie showcase to be honest, well deserved.



Xander Black

Short, sweet, snappy, gets the point across. The four things that make a writer successful, unless you are planning to write a older novel. I liked this, another main eventer who happens to be really peed off over something. C3K though, you did it in such a way I smiled. When you thought that something had changed and things, I loved it.



Marcus Kendall

Ah, you started with two things i've already pointed out. Quote and Picture, grumble. Like I said to Max, never start on a quote, as a writer should always start his work himself, and not use other people's work. I guess I can say the fact you named it and didn't take credit for it I was okay with I guess.

The fact you started off with a match, showing how Marcus got into wrestling was a good idea. I connected right away. I love rap as well, so that was just a cherry on top. I loved the text after the match, that was the best.

The next bit was amazing. The fact it was all a dream was brilliant. I read over it a few times just to make sure I was reading it right. It was brilliant. I'm interested in learning more about ELB and BGC, you've given yourself a good foot there.

The rest of it was just amazing basically, proper writing. You'll also be in contention for the victory of the Rookie Showcase. I have no chance of winning this, do I?



Serenity Skye

First off, if I messed your name up, sowwy. But yeah, This was what I accepted. I won't spend long on this because I don't need too, but just know that this rp was really good. The whole Legacy Champion bit was good yeah...

I still have a few of these to write, and i'll finish them tomorrow. Right now Harry Potters on so... yeah
 
#39 ·
Max Killings

I might of swore while reading this. I have good points and bad points, but, to be honest, this made me cringe slightly. First off, i'm gonna start with the worst point on my notebook next to me, punctuation. I think you were writing on an IPad and things, but in reality I would of put a note explaining that you would of edited and things. Also, I saw the comment about the lazy, and that's something you don't want to be, because if you are lazy you end up with your work looking displeasing.... sorry to admit that.
I'm not feeling the whole dirty cop vibe you have going, it sort of seems way too, jumpy. Almost like you had fifty idea's at once and then tried to combine them into one post, which made me cringe like mad.


I'm sorry, I have to quote this. This whole just paragraph made me cringe. You have a dash with no end, paragraphs just randomly cutting, and yeah, I know you were on an IPad, but as soon as there was a PC I would of fixed that. Apart from this, I don't get this paragraph. If a cop was murdered, the other cop would of stopped him, but I also don't get the whole "lets commit a federal offence" vibe here

The quote, I know it's been pointed out to you, but that quote... try not to start like that, as it turned me away like mad. Like laser said, a good writer should never start his work with work someone else made, if you get me.

You have some good points though, that I feel I need to point out, to make this an unbias review, and lets be honest, i'm bias as ****, so for me to admit
that... Anyway, when you talk about the whole framing of the hobo, I actually liked that, not gonna lie. The beatdown bit, no so much, but the rest of it was really good. Also the promo, even if it was out of place, it was still good. If
that went on a website, i'd watch it, so try aiming it like that.

All in all I rate this a 5/10, the overall feel doesn't quite work, but it sort of
taught me just a little bit about Max so....

Sorry about the excessive violence Jam also told me to ease up on it, thanks for acknowledging the promo, I've learned my lesson and I'll do it the legal way next RP.
 
#37 ·
Thanks for review Ghost, you have a point about the quote thing. I wouldn't usually include something like that but I wanted to connect it to the dream concept, both the dream that I wrote out and also Marcus finally doing something he wants to do and fulfill his dream of becoming a wrestler. So I thought the quote fit perfectly, it was a one time deal and I wasn't planning on using anymore quotes. The picture was simply because my characters picture on the character sheet was Cena, it isn't needed you're right so I won't use it again.

Again thank you (Y).
 
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