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Post by Lady Munin on Apr 8, 2016 4:17:50 GMT
Johnny Raike v.s. Calvin Harris v.s. Alex Cross
One (1) Role Plays Max
Final Role Play Deadline: Wednesday March 16th, 2016 @ 10:59 PM CST
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Post by Lady Munin on Apr 8, 2016 4:21:13 GMT
It’s amazing how many people are raised by narcissists. There was an entire subreddit dedicated to it. Johnny lurked there sometimes, on nights when it helped not to feel special. He never posted. He talked about his parents on Youtube plenty, he had his outlet, but sometimes it was nice to see how others did it. And to be reminded that sometimes they all fell into destructive behavior patterns. Johnny wasn’t sure if that was the real thing or just full on armchair psychiatry, but it amounted to the same thing; sometimes, he really was his mother’s son. He still wasn’t sure just what he’d said on the voicemail to Munin, just that he had been less ‘I-respect-you’ drunk and more ‘let-me-tell-you-something’ drunk. He’d have to apologize for that. Or never mention it ever again. He hadn’t decided which yet.
Once the sting of falling further from the Pure Championship had worn off, Johnny could see the gift he had been given. A championship match where anything is legal on the Midway? Are they going to close the Midway? Or at least make fans sign liability waivers? Not that he was gonna try to hurt anyone not in between him and success, but shit happens in a match like this. Johnny was an expert on making sure of it. Ah, well, not his money. As the furnaces of the mind labeled ‘Clever Little Bastard’ begin to fire, the all too familiar look of dirty glee comes to Johnny Raike’s face, setting his eyes alight with ideas. It was time to go shopping.
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A bright banana yellow screen and Pure Morning slow fade to a shot of Johnny Raike at his breakfast table. It is in fact his only table, but by virtue of being in the nook, is the breakfast table. On the table is a pair of Ed Hardy jeans, a hot glue gun, adhesive “diamonds”, a nail file, a similarly bejeweled flask, and two bottle of green glitter. Many of the jewels are already glued to the knee of the jeans, and as the American Wet Dream finishes adhering one he picks up the nail file, and begins to sharpen a new stone. Johnny: “Well hello campers, and do we have a doozy of an art project today! We’re making our own custom battle gear to wear on St. Patrick's Day. Hence the green glitter. I know diamond is the April stone, not March, but truth be told I didn’t think of that until I was already out of the store. And it matches with my flask. So, I think we can all just be cool about it, yeah?”An asking nod of the head before the Thigh High Thriller responds as though he’d got the answer he was looking for. Johnny: “Fantastic. Now, you’ll see here that I’m working on some Ed Hardy jeans. I know, these jeans are usually the mark of the North American Asshole, but they have a good enough quality in the material to both take the hot glue, and still remain pants I can fight in. Plus, the things you can find at a thrift store in Queens. Overflowing with this crap. Some of it was probably mine. We all have pictures we don’t look our personal best in.”A let’s-face-it kind of look from Raike. Johnny: “But I thought, well, they say it’s all legal on the Midway. The mean within reason, really against the spirit of the occasion if I bring in a shotgun and make it a two tap match. Challenge then would be making sure both shoulders you’re pinning are from the same person. No, there’d be no sport in that, and I’d probably have to go to jail, so no one would win. Long term; in that example I won quite handily.”
An agreeing nod of the head. Johnny: “And, you know, when you do so much on your own and for yourself over the years, you one day wake up to realize that the dream about face busting dazzle pants can both be made a reality and help further my career. Oh, what a happy day. I set right to work making these beauties and I’m going to use them to make sure Alex Cross and Calvin Harris are so dazed by the bright lights and dark places of the Midway they won’t be able to see straight. Probably hurt like a mother fucker if I use them to just knee you full to the guts, too. And I’m not done. They’ll need time to set, I’ll have to reset some strays probably right up until the big moment. Need to make sure they don’t impede too much movement. No more so than jeans usually would. Once they’re all on we’ll need to modge podge the diamonds and add the glitter. They won’t hold that great, but half the fun will be making the other two both bloody and sparkly. I like the idea of the juxtaposition.”
Johnny looks away for a moment, lost in the image of Alex Cross and Calvin Harris with sparkly blood. He clears his head with a flip of his hair, and continues. Johnny: “At first I wasn’t grateful for this chance. I was thinking, what more do I have to prove in an anything goes environment? I’ve been a night one Hardcore champion, though we called it Adrenalin. Defended it, which is hard to do when anyone can get you any time. Platinum Crown Deathmatch Tournament Champion. Two time Holicraze Hell champion. I’ve literally had to fight in a meat processing plant. I don’t have anything more to prove. I’m great at this shit. But then I started really thinking about it. And, while my record is unassailable, while I don’t owe Calvin Harris or Alex Cross or anyone one shred of evidence, this match isn’t about proving what I can do. This match, is about excelling in doing it.”The Panty Wearing Panty Dropper smiles his deceptively mellow grin of pleasure. Johnny: “I’m not gonna lie. I worry that I’m too good at the deathmatch, at the hardcore, at the ways to just plain break someone and do it in style. I worry that no matter how great of a wrestler I am, that I will never escape from being that death match monster, that Beautiful Nightmare. It was in matches just like this one upcoming that I first earned that nickname. Sure, I gave it to myself, but what I did during my moments in the spotlight was the reason. I think ahead. I use my wits. I do shit like go to the thrift store and make battle pants. This is an element I can get really into. If PAW wants to find out who the best creative little hell raiser they have is, I will oblige. I may even do it in heels; I can use the heels to stab the other guys. I’m always thinking like that. I’ve been locking that away for the last few months. Trying to get the world to have no choice but to bend and accept me for who and what I am, trying to do it all the right way. With just my body and the things I can bring easily to hand, like a flask. I’ve been the picture of sainthood and restraint. But, well, looks like it’s time for this seraphim to plummet.”
Johnny throws his arms back into a winged pose, scattering jewels. The Party Queen of Queens waves his hand to indicate he’ll pick them up later. Johnny: “Alex Cross, I’ve got to hand it to you. You made it a step further than I did. Didn’t get hung out to dry along the way, either. Should have negotiated a ‘near death’ clause into my contract. I’m not certain I didn’t, honestly. I’d have to reread it, and who has the time? Not I, said the cat. Alex, I have to say, wasn’t looking to rush a first time meeting. I find it interesting that in all this time we’ve been working around each other that we haven’t crossed paths before. You’ve got a hell of a lot to recommend you to this style. You’ve survived in the cage. I assume you did the version of MMA that has a cage. I watch very little, it’s what we do but less cerebral. And with stupid rules. Still, you’ve no doubt felt the lash of the steel on you. This one though...a little more painful than the cage. Think of this as the cage is a sapient member of that fight, and I’m gonna get him to hit you back. That’s life with Johnny Raike when you step into my dark places.”
A predatory leer from the Idol of Idolatry Johnny Raike: “And Calvin Harris, well, we have met. Can I just say that I kinda completely one-thousand percent love it that I called it between you and Keenan? Nailed it! Not that I blame you, Keenan was a buzzing little gnat calling out to be crushed, but man, that part where Keenan broke the pin just before I could kickout? That was glorious. Almost as glorious as that Full Frontal I nailed you with. You owe O’Donnell a beer for not losing to me right at that moment. You say you’re a martyr for pro-wrestling. Honestly, I’m not sure what that’s supposed to mean. But if you just have a need to suffer, I will oblige. Don’t know if you truly are a martyr, but I know I’ll make you bleed.”
Johnny pauses momentarily to attach another jewel to the jeans. Johnny: “I may have fallen a bit in the standings. Lola got it wrong, I’m up three, down one and failed to win the last. I’ve been on every show, don’t go over looking me. My shoulders haven’t been on the mat much. This mouth hasn’t screamed ‘I quit.’ And that won’t be changing on the Midway. I’ll be out among my kinds of people, not preaching to them for all that I’m showing them the light. I’ll be returned to an element that has accompanied a very large portion of my success. And if you think these pants are the best thing I’ve got planned, ponder this: these pants are the bit I felt cool with showing you. Imagine what I’m holding back.”Johnny shudders, fanning himself with a free hand. Johnny: “Would love to say that was from the hot glue, but we’d all know that was a lie. I had a dream of being the first Pure Amusement Champion. And, if we go based on strict chronology and define champion to mean of any of the championships, then I will be. But I won’t. I’ve put that away, left it behind me. Can’t be done now. But what can be done, what I will be doing, is becoming the very first Pure Amusement dual champion. To be the best in the arena and on the Midway. On St. Patrick’s Day I’ll conquer the land. I’ll cut a path through every shamrock and green beer to show Alex Cross and Calvin Harris just precisely who they’re dealing with. Then I’ll go on to fight my way to the championship. Press or Harris, I’ve got no great love for either. Harris wins, I think I can get my rematch quicker. Press wins, I get to see a mangled up Harris. Both have an appeal. But I’m not too worried. Can’t really prep for a match that’s still in the ether. But I can prep for a match that’s actually happening. Which is just what I’m doing. And I’ve ever so many more crafts to work on. So tata, my fabulous snowflake faeries. See you on the Midway.”Johnny gives a bright, open mouthed grin and a finger wave to the camera as the scene returns to banana yellow and the Raike in the cash Logo. |
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Post by Lady Munin on Apr 8, 2016 4:22:15 GMT
Hello?
Alex climbed into the driver side of the custom 2016 black Dodge Challenger Hellcat and closed the door behind him. His head rested against the leather headrest as he started the engine and allowed the hands free calling to take over.
About time you fucking picked up!
I've been busy. I don't expect you to know what that's like though since all you do is sit at home and watch porn when you're not eating everything in side to curb your munchies.
At least I'm keeping busy. So what's good?
Just making a few runs before heading to the gym. Munin and I are heading out to Bourbon Street tonight to hit up a few clubs. Might even hit a couple of strip joints while we're down there. So I got things to do before we head out.
Strip club? And you didn't call to see if I wanted to tag along?
Dude you're in fucking LA! You do realize I'm in Louisiana right?
I left LA a few months ago and moved back to Atlanta. Was gonna try and get my old job back but GZW wasn't looking to reup my contract so I've just been piddling around looking for work.
Well I'll pass your info along to Nin and see if she's interested. I'm sure she'd love to have you down here.
Oh I'm sure.
Alex sped off down the road, he scanned his mirrors quickly before merging into traffic and pushing the vehicle up to seventy five.
So what you got goin on?
Triple Threat match for the Titans of Midway Title. It's basically a hardcore title with a fancy name.
You ready?
I don't know, I've had a lot on my mind lately. After being knocked out of the running for the top title I'm kind of not in the mood to compete for a consolation prize if you catch my drift.
Dude at least you're in the running for a championship.
Yeah but it should be for the top championship not the mid tier title. I've been all over the fucking world and filled out arenas all over this place and yet I'm still competing for secondary titles.
You tired of secondary titles? Then put on a primary performance. Since as that. It's all well and good to shout from the heavens how great you are but unless you puttin in work in that ring you just talkin shit and nothing else.
You words warm my heart. I'll keep that in mind.
You do that. Maybe if you weren't such an asshole I'd believe you but alas I don't because you are.
Laughter could be heard over the car speakers.
Seriously though give'em hell buddy. When's the show?
St. Patrick's Day.
Dude I'll be there! After you win we'll go drink green beer till we puke and hit up every strip joint in the area. Munin can come along as well.
Sounds good. I'll see you in a couple weeks.
See ya bud.
He ended the call as he continued to speed down the highway as the scene faded.
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Alex sat quietly inside the dimly lit room. Anyone who knew Alex, knew that the man sitting in front of the camera wasn't the same man. He was battered, beaten and the look on his face was that of someone who had been defeated even though he hadn't even been inside the ring. While the majority of the talent spent time inside the amusement park enjoying the various sites, sounds and smells Alex had yet to even see what the place looked like. The ring was the only thing he had seen since agreeing to come to PAW. The once loudmouth who spoke his mind whether it was asked for or not now only made appearances when required. His desire to ascend to the top crushed by an unknown force, the wind taken out of his sails for who knew how long. Who knows where he would be were it not for Munin and Travis. They were the only people in his life that he actually gave a shit about anymore, even more so than himself. He couldn't help but question his relationship with them, wondering if it was best that he stuck around or if maybe he should pack his things and hit the road. His eyes looked at the camera completely void of life. It was almost as if he were staring through the camera instead of in to it.
Is this the part where I address you Johnny and Calvin? Is this the part where I talk about how I'm walking out of the Supershow as the Titan of the Midway champion? If so let me say you're sorely mistaken as those aren't the words you're about to hear. Why should you? Why should I be excited to compete for a title that I'm only being given a chance at because I couldn't cut it in the tournament? Oh you were eliminated from being the champion? Here go compete for this title instead as a consolation prize. I don't need the hassle, I don't need the headache and I sure as hell don't need your fucking charity!
His eyes grew colder as he continued to stare through the camera. His voice was void of any emotion outside of anger and hatred. His cold eyes narrowed as he continued to speak though much softer.
For three years I put my life on the line inside a steel cage, fighting whomever they threw my way. I bled and suffered pain beyond words yet still pressed on. I gave my all and yet the only thing I have to show for it are broken bones that never truly healed correctly and nightmares that keep me up at night.
He paused as he let out a small sigh, his voice becoming slightly calmer.
Almost a year ago I actually died after a match. I don't talk about it much and I'm not even sure Munin knows about it but it happened. You don't fall from the top of three cages and get burned without sustaining some time of injury that's potentially career ending. Somehow I escaped that match and even managed to walk out under my own power. I might not have won the match or the title I had been chasing for two years but people knew who the hell I was when the show went off the air I promise you that. Yet when I got to the hospital to be checked out for some reason unbeknownst to me and the doctors I flat lined after I arrived. For about five minutes I laid on that table dead as they pumped my chest and tried to shock me back to life. When I finally came around do you know who was standing at my bedside? No one. I died and yet when my eyes open the only thing I saw was white walls and a shitty movie on television. No wife, no children, no parents or friends, nothing. That's what this career choice did for me!
His voice suddenly raised once more.
MY OWN FUCKING BOSS DIDN'T EVEN SHOW UP!
He ran both his hands through his hair resting them briefly on the top of his head before bringing them around and wrapping them around his own neck in frustration.
Why am I telling you this now? Why am I airing my dirty laundry in front of countless people? Because I want you to realize just how dangerous of a man I am inside that ring. Tell me Johnny what the fuck do I have to live for huh? Do I have a wife and kids to come home to? No. I've got a woman who I love more than life itself and yet I wonder if she'll ever truly love me as much as I love her. I question whether she'll ever fully forgive me for all the shit I did to her. So please Johnny tell me what I have to lose by stepping inside that ring? My life? I've already lost it once and I'm not afraid to lose it again. So please, tell me why I should give a shit about who you used to be or what you achieved before climbing into a PAW ring? You think you're going to break me? News flash asshole I'm already broken!
Alex quickly got to his feet allowing himself to stand at his full height. He buckled slightly under the pressure of his weight forcing him to grab hold of the nearby wall to keep himself up. His right ankle still bothering him he did his best to take the pressure off allowing him to stand up on his own once more without the use of his right leg.
What about you Calvin? What do you have to offer me? Correction, what do either of you have to offer? This match was billed as Alex Cross versus Cross Recoba, the two men who were removed from the semi finals of the tournament but due to an injury they put dumb and dumber in his place. So again I ask what the fuck do either of you have to offer me? Johnny was removed from the tournament in the quarter finals and Calvin couldn't win a number one contenders match. Of course neither could Johnny so please, enlighten me as to why I should give a shit about facing you two? I've already made it apparent I don't care about the Titans of the Midway title so what about you two boy band rejects is supposed to make me excited about the match? Nothing! I will step into that ring because I am contractually obligated to do so otherwise I wouldn't step foot within a hundred yards of this place on St. Patrick's Day. Instead I'd be getting shit faced on green beer and whatever they put into my shot glass.
He turned from the camera and looked off into the blackness of the room. It was impossible to see what Alex was looking at but honestly it was probably nothing in the first place.
No my desire isn't for the Midway it's for the title I was robbed of and the match I was removed from. Stevie the only reason you're in that match is because of an incompetent referee. He gave you till five to release that hold and after reaching five and calling for the bell he chose to start counting again. When you pinned my shoulders to the mat you're little tranny friend pulled my feet outside the ring making that pin null and void. That match was filled with fuck ups from that referee and had that match been called down the line it would be me facing Press in the finals not you. I have a meeting scheduled with management to address this issue and I might not be able to have you removed from the match but I can damn sure get myself inserted. This thing between you and I is far from over. I won't stop until it's your heart that stops beating on that cold slab.
With his attention elsewhere he walked off.
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Post by Lady Munin on Apr 8, 2016 4:23:00 GMT
“ROCK BOTTOM”
REHAB CENTER - OFF CAMERA
The night that Calvin had came up short in becoming the EHWF Champion. He announced that he was quitting the company and cited there was some things that weren’t right with him that he had to take care of before anything else. That very night Calvin caught a redeye from Detroit to his hometown of Chicago, Illinois. That entire night he didn’t sleep one bit. No matter how much he tried to sleep. He just couldn’t nod off. There was far too much on his mind. He kept replaying moments of his life that had played a role in the downfall. That played a role into his life spiraling out of control. It kept coming back to one thing. It kept coming back to the month of December.
When he and ex girlfriend: Chasity went through a miscarriage. That was literally the hardest thing Calvin had ever had to deal with in his life. Yet he had to put up a front that he was strong. He had to be strong for Chasity. He couldn’t let people see that he had a weakness. He couldn’t let that be something that was used against him. He couldn’t let it be shown or known that he was hurting, but the truth was he was. It tore him up on the inside. To the point he had to take measures to control it, to cope with it, and to be able to deal with the situation. Calvin made the mistake in turning to cocaine. Why on earth that was the solution? Why on earth that’s what he went to? He couldn’t explain it but that is what happened.
Now here it was three months later and Calvin had no control over his life. Things were getting worse and worse. He continued to spiral out of control. The man had made the decision that night that the first thing in the morning he was going to get help. He was going to do whatever he had to do to kick the habit, regain control of his life, and get his health back in order. Maybe then and only then would he be able to get his professional career under control as well. As the morning rolled around Calvin found himself strolling up to the in-care rehabilitation home. He didn’t know what to expect. He didn’t know what was going to come out of this, but he knew that it needed to be done.
Pulling out his cell-phone Calvin pressed the twitter app and opened it up. Bringing up the camera feature, he quickly took a picture of the center as he typed out a very quick message. Before hitting post.
Going public to a degree with his issue. Well at least going public with the fact that he was going to be checking himself into a rehab center was going to get a lot of questions. It wouldn’t be long till all kind of reports hit the dirt sheets. All types of speculation was going to come out of this. All in all people were going to talk and they could say whatever. Calvin didn’t care. For this was something that he had to do and when the time came. He’d explain everything but not until he felt the time was right. In taking his steps forward Calvin made it to the front door of this building. His hand reached out and grabbed the door, but he suddenly stopped. A very deep sigh escaping his lips as he spoke out loud to himself.
“You've hit rock bottom. Now fix it...”
Taking a deep breathe Calvin grabbed the door and pulled it open to step on inside. As soon as he stepped inside it was like a mini office. There was a woman sitting behind a plexiglass window. Calvin was shaky and a bit unstable as he stepped towards the window. Clearing his throat seemed to get the woman’s attention she looked right up at him with a bright smile.
“Hello, how can I help you?”
“Uhm, I am here to check myself in.”
“Calvin Harris is it?”
“Yes ma’am.”
“We’ve been expecting you!”
“Not really sure how to take that, but thanks I guess?”
He looked at her with a bit of a confused expression on his face. To him it didn’t make much sense how someone could so excited to see someone checking themselves into rehab. How could someone be expecting someone in a time that’s one of if not the most difficult time in someone’s life. None of it made any sense, but by the time he had done getting out of his head. He had realized that the woman had left her seat and had opened up the door that was just off to the side of the window. Calvin lightly shook his head as he walked towards her and into the door. As soon as he went through the door. It’s like there was a major transformation. Behind that plexiglass window and office like front was an actual home.
Calvin was in the living room area where there was a television with several people huddled around watching the said television. There was kitchen not too far away and a dining room area. That was just all he could see up front from an eyeview, but seeing how large this place was. He could only imagine there was a lot more to discover. Like the room he’d be staying in during his time here. He just stood there staying to himself and soaking this in. The reality starting to set in on what exactly it was that he was doing. He was cutting himself off from the real world and cutting himself off from the one thing that had seemed to make life easy, but also difficult all at the same time. All of the sudden he could feel a hand on his shoulder which made him jolt his head to the side right away to see the woman now standing next to him.
“It is a mighty brave thing that you’re doing Calvin. It takes a strong person to want to get clean. I assure you that you’re going to get the best treatment available. Everyone here is accepting, non-judgemental, and have some of the best support groups in the nation. You just have to be willing to learn, participate, and work towards being healthier.”
“Well, I wouldn’t be here if that wasn’t my mindset right?”
“Fair point to make Calvin, but you’d also be surprised how many people come in here just to try and cheat the system. In reality they don’t have any intentions of actually getting better.”
“I’m not like any of these other fucking junkies that walk into this place. My situation is way different than theirs and I know for a fact I am better than those fucks. Don’t you even begin to compare me to them, do I make myself understood?”
Just being compared the average junkie was something that got under Calvin’s skin. These people that were in this place didn’t have a reason for turning to drugs. Nothing truly happened in their life to make them start throwing their ways away. They were just deadbeats that were useless to society in the first place. Course that wasn’t exactly the case but that’s exactly how he viewed things. He just looked around the housing area at all these people seemingly judging each and every one of them as he looked at them. Though his thought process was interrupted when the woman took offense to what Calvin had said.
“That’s something we’re going to have to over right away. We aren’t going to tolerate any judging or uncalled for comments here.”
“What am I in high school? Going to give me points or suspend me?”
“Calvin, please. This is a very serious manner. I would appreciate it very much if you would follow me so we can discuss the terms in of your stay here at our rehabilitation center.”
“This should be fun.”
As the woman got in front of Calvin to lead him towards a more private area to talk. He could already tell that he wasn’t going to like this. Not one single bit. He was going to have rules. He was going to have regulations. He was going to have terms. It was going to very much feel like his rights were being taken away from him and that he couldn’t do things the way he wanted to do them. Granted lashing out, being disrespectful, and even confrontational had a lot to do with how far he had let himself fall down the ladder in life. Being a dick was just part of the cover up and another way for him to cope with everything. In following the woman into a private room. Calvin sat himself down in a chair.
That’s when a run down of things began to be ran down to him. First and foremost he was going to have to lose his cell phone. He would be allowed a limited access to it every now and then, but not for the first week to get in the groove of treatment. He would be required to participate in any and all groups offered with the treatment. Calvin wasn’t going to just get to sit there, listen in, and be anti-social. He was going to required to speak. Something that irked him. All in all there were a lot of things that came with his stay that would be required of him or he’d be removed from the program which kind of blew considering he was there on his own accord. That was just how it was going to go and he had to put up with it if he REALLY wanted the help.
But there was one saving grace to this. Calvin was going to be able to leave when it came to his job. He would be able to continue wrestling during the time of his treatment. They were willing to work him on such since it was his job. Of course that came with a catch. Calvin wouldn’t be able to do anything or go anywhere aside from work when he was out on what they called “work release” and on top of that Calvin was expected to have someone travel with him from the rehabilitation center to see to it that he did just that as well as didn’t engage in any other activities while out. The more and more it was explained to him. The more and more it sounded like prison, but Calvin was determined. This was the right thing to do for his lfe.
“I AM A TITAN!”
THE PARK - ON CAMERA
The days were drawing closer and closer to the Super Show that was known as Pure Amusement Wrestling’s Wicked #6. All that was decided on that night had people excited. For example the main event was set and the most talked about match on the card. It featured Press and Stevie Harris facing off against each other for the rights to crown themselves the first ever PWA Champion in a No Disqualification, No Count Out, All Roster Members banned from ringside match. There must be a winner when the two forces clash. That was enough to make people want to buy tickets. Then of course there was CJ O’Donnell and Trixie going up against each other to crown the #1 Contender for the PWA Championship. A few weeks ago they had teamed up in a massive match to be in this position. Now who would earn the right to be the number one contender.
There was also a first ever Last Man Standing Food Fight between PAW’s laughing stocks: Luke Knux and Jack Swanson. Both of them seemed to be all about getting a good chuckle or getting a good reception from the crowd. Not so much about wins, losses, or championships. So that alone was going to be a different aspect. However maybe the second most talked about match of the night was the Semi-Main Event featuring Johnny Raike versus Alex Cross versus Calvin Harris and the reason it was so important is because the three men would be battling it out for a chance to become the first ever Titan’s of the Midway Champion. The second championship being introduced under the PAW brand. The three men were in a match where anything and everything went. There was no rules at all. That was bound to make things interesting.
With that being said the show was still a few days away. However an official camera crew associated with the company found themselves filming at the park this very evening. There was a reason for it and that reason revealed himself to be “The Martyr Of Professional Wrestling” Calvin Harris. Dressed in all dark clothing and with this expression on his face that summed up all that it needed to with showing how unhappy he was. The silence was quickly broken as he walked towards the cameras.
“Pure Amazement Wrestling has shown me literally no respect.”
That one sentence was enough to grab the attention of everyone. It was going to make people question and wonder just what it was the man was already going off about. Rightfully so.
“Ever since I came into this company. I’ve been treated as if I’m not a threat. I’ve been treated as if I don’t belong. I’ve been treated as if I am below the scum that works for this place.”
His tone of voice was becoming angrier and angrier with each word that was coming from his mouth. The very mouth that was known for getting him in trouble and landing him in hot water.
“Got people mocking me all because of my last name. Got people cracking jokes and trying to claim I’m connected to some prick I’ve never even heard of. As a matter of fact every motherfucker on this roster is someone I’ve never heard of, but they want to carry themselves like they are top of the line - elite like fucking talent. Google my name and it’ll show where I’ve been. It’ll show I’ve competed in the most elite companies against some of the biggest names the business has ever seen.”
Calvin wasn’t exactly shy. He would put himself over in every situation he could. He truly believed he was one of the best in business. Might not have been the shared view as his peers, but then again it was a given he didn’t give a damn about them or their opinions.
“Google the names Alex Cross and Johnny Raike. Chances are you’re going to get the messages that says there are no results on either one of them. And IF the small chance there are some results. It isn’t going to be much. It damn sure won’t be anything like the results you would get on me. Now don’t get me wrong I’m not an idiot. I’m more than aware that my past doesn’t have anything to do with my future. I realize that being in a new company means that I have to prove myself all over again. Fine by me, but at least treat me with some fucking respect. These nobodies don’t have any goddamn reason at all to assume that they’re better than me.”
He wasn’t doing himself any favors at all getting free with his mouth. Then again he hadn’t spoken highly about anyone since he had decided to come to Pure Amusement Wrestling in the first place. Seemed obviously that wouldn’t change anytime soon.
“But let me take a wild guess Alex. You think that you’re better than me because you got a chance to compete in the PAW Championship tournament? Is that what it is? Just because you made it to the semi-finals that somehow gives you a reason to look down on someone that is the new guy in the company? Well here’s a newsflash motherfucker. It doesn’t give you that right and you made it to the semi-finals. You didn’t make it to the finals. You didn’t get a chance to compete for the title. You didn’t win the title. So essentially at the end of the day, your time in the tournament doesn’t mean a fucking thing because when the pressure was on and when it mattered the most.
You choked. You flat on your face. You proved that you simply weren’t good enough. Now sure you could blame the fact that you didn’t make it to the finals on Stevie’s little slut. You could blame it on outside interference. You can whine and cry about how you were screwed. But what it comes down to Alex is you weren’t good enough. You weren’t smart enough to see that coming. You didn’t take the extra precautions that were needed to cover your ass. You didn’t do the research. You didn’t do what you had to do to be one step ahead of Stevie. Therefore that resulted in the loss and rightfully so. Your bitch ass deserved to lose. So quit the crying and be a fucking man. Own up to you being the reason you lost.”
The intense glare on the expression of Calvin said more than enough. Here he was calling out Alex Cross as a wrestler but also as a man. Something that could create a whole different type of problem for the Martyr.
“You fall flat on your face in a tournament. You prove you're not good enough to be a champion and what is your reward? You get put into a Triple Threat Match with the chance of becoming the first ever Titan’s of the Midway Champion. How does that even make any fucking sense to anyone? How does a person that chokes when it matters the most get a shot at something else? Is the people in this company just that desperate to see Alex Cross hold a championship? That’s how it comes off to me. Straight dick-riding the motherfucker. You wanted him to be the first PWA Champion but he failed you, so your backup plan is to make him the first ever Titan’s of the Midway Champion. Well, your plan is about to be foiled again!”
That statement was made with such arrogance.
“I’m the reason the plan is going to be foiled. I am going to be the reason that you don’t leave with the championship, Alex. You see I just left a company that had zero respect for me. I went undefeated for seven months. I held their Showtime Championship and made it mean something. I held their Tag Team Championships and I made it mean something. For months upon months I held those titles while defeating every single person that was placed before me, but the company didn’t value me enough to put me in the ring with their big names. They protected a woman named Blaise. Because they didn’t want their main event player and their cash cow to lose to the better wrestler. They didn’t want her to lose to the guy that they had no intentions letting be at the top of the card. They didn’t want her losing to the guy that never had letting be “THE GUY” in the company.
And then when I finally found myself against that bitch. When I found myself in the position to beat her, prove that I was better than her, and prove that she was only as good as the management backing her up. What happened? I got fucked over. I got screwed in that match on a fast count. I was made to look like I couldn’t hold my own against the so called biggest name in the company when I went undefeated for seven goddamn months. As far as I am concerned that company can rot in hell, but that’s where you come in Alex. Seems like this company is behind you just like the company I previously worked for was behind her. Seems they want you at the top. Seems like they don’t consider me an asset. Seems like they don’t value me. Seems like they think that putting your in this match is going to be an easy night for you, but boy are they wrong. Boy are you wrong!
What you don’t understand Alex is that I’ve got something to prove now more than ever. Dealing with a company that was shady as they could possibly fucking be and then going into another company that has similar qualities with their favorites? Well that just really fires me up. Nevermind the fact that they put you in the ring with me under the stipulation that there are no rules. Anything and everything goes. It’s meant to be a violent match. It’s meant to be a situation where bones are broken, where muscles are torn, and were blood is shed. It is meant to be an environment where there’s a good chance someone could be injured, where someone is going to need paramedics, EMTs, and doctors rushing to the ring. As well as an environment where someone is meant to be leaving on a stretcher.”
Calvin seemed bitter. He seemed like he had a warped mentality. It even seemed like he was planning on taking his frustrations out on the wrong company and the wrong people. Then again there was no rationalize with a man that felt like he had been pushed too far.
“This should be considered a warning Alex. Whatever I see and whatever I can get my hands on. I am going to use to my favor. Your head is destined to have steel wrapped around it when I clobber you with a steel chair. Alex, your body is bound to be sore from head to toe because I have full intentions of putting you through a table. Maybe even two or three depending on how I feel. Alex, you are going to be covered in the crimson mask. Blood is going to rush down your face, make it hard for you to see, and leave your body at such a rapid pace it’ll deplete you of any energy making it hard for you to stand up, let alone fight. That’ll be thanks to the barbed wire that I plan to rip across the flesh of your skull. Having your blood on my hands isn’t something that will bother me. Instead it’ll be something that I crave.”
Everything that he let escape his mouth at the moment could’ve been taken as a threat. A very serious threat at that. Calvin was vowing to break bones, tear muscles, make the man bleed, and see to it that Alex left on a stretcher. That might have been the nature of a match but to hear a man say that was their plan it made things that much more real for them. So real that it would put someone on the defense and make them want to defend themselves which one would have to assume is the case and how Alex was going to view things.
“Way I see it Alex. You can focus on me because my last name just happens to be Harris. You can want some type of revenge or some type of redemption because you’re too mentally retarded to understand there’s no connection between me and the man that outsmarted you. You can have your mindset on leaving with the championship and have this big smirk on your face because you know that the machine is behind you. All in all Alex, you can focus, think, and believe whatever they hell you want but in the end you won’t be the first man to hold the Titan’s of the Midway Championship and more importantly, in the end you won’t be the man that defeats me!”
Once again the arrogance oozed out of the man. At this point though people shouldn’t have expected any less. Calvin believed in himself and believed that no matter what he was going to dominate any situation he was in. Cross might had a different opinion but there was no getting through to someone hard headed like the Martyr.
“And then that leaves me with you, Johnny Raike. To be honest you aren’t much better off that Alex Cross himself. Typing your name in google would get the same result. Looking for the mark you’ve left on the wrestling business would be like looking for fucking big foot - because you know it doesn’t exist!”
The smart ass remarks continued from Calvin. Aiming to really pushing things past a line that didn’t need to be crossed.
“Sure that’s going to get under your skin, just like it’ll get under Alex’s skin. I’ll be the asshole that’s refusing to give credit where credit is due and the asshole that’s refusing to acknowledge people. Whatever the hell else you people want to let spill from your mouth. Fact of the matter is it doesn’t bother me if I’m called an asshole or if people get bent outta shape over how I view things or with the things that I say. I call it like I see it. I speak my mind. I don’t know who the fuck you are, I don’t plan to find out anytime soon, and as far as I am concerned until you prove otherwise - which isn’t going to happen - but until you prove otherwise there’s no reason for me to even begin to believe that you’re in the same league as me.
But it amuses me how similar you and Cross happen to be. You also had a chance to go on to become the PAW Champion. You were in the tournament as well. You were fighting hard, but then you found yourself up against the same jackass Cross faced. Only for you to lose just like Cross did. Only for you to prove the same thing that Cross proved. That when the pressure is on that you choked, fall flat on your face, and show that you don’t have what it takes to be a champion. It’s plain as day what you proved, plain as day that you choked, and just like Cross. They are giving you a chance that you don’t deserve. Giving you a chance that you didn’t earn and in my opinion spitting in my face in the process of it all.
See I came in when the tournament was already in the process. I never got a shot at becoming the PAW Champion. I never got a shot to prove that I was better than the both of you under those circumstances. I never got a shot to prove that Stevie Harris is as worthless as they come and nowhere near as good as he and everyone else wants to think. I was never given such a chance so it makes sense that I have been given this opportunity. I’m single handedly the best wrestler on the roster and I just came to the company. I shouldn’t have to share the opportunity with people that have choked twice and with people that have proven they don’t have what it takes to be champion, but what’s done is done. Can’t complain about some shit that I can’t change.”
Shaking his head from side to side. Calvin had finally stopped walking down the strip of the amusement park. Forcing the cameras to stop moving as well and zoom in a little more. It was like perfect timing because when they zoomed in Calvin had spoke a few more words that fit so well.
“Don’t think that you’re going to get off easy though Raike.”
There was a very brief pause that came for Calvin. For no other reason than to let Raike and the audience of PAW to wonder what was going to come out his mouth next.
“You’re no different than Cross. You might not have the machine that is Pure Amusement Wrestling behind you and trying to set you up to be champion like he does, but you are no different than him when it comes to getting what’s coming to you. I am going to want your blood on my hands as well Raike. I’m going to want to put you through as much physical pain and torture as possible. You won’t escape chair shots, or being put through tables, or being beaten so badly that you’re not going to be able to stand up on your own to feet. You aren’t exempt from being carried out on a stretcher. As a matter of fact Raike you can expect to be sharing an ambulance ride to the hospital with Alex Cross as your body and dreams end up getting crushed by yours truly.
And very much like Cross, you don’t have to like what I have to say Raike. You don’t have to approve of anything I’ve mentioned. You can act like this macho badass if you choose. Try to imply that I don’t stand a chance or that I won’t be able to do any of what I have planned. That is your right as an American to exercise your freedom of speech. Everyone thinks, believes, and has opinions that differ from everyone else’s. At the same time you’re the one that’s going to be looking stupid as well as defeated when everything I said just said turns out to be true. You’re the one that is going to have to explain to the people that brought into your bullshit how you just weren’t good enough to hold your own against the Martyr.”
He was continuing to embrace that sadistic side of himself. The one that fit perfectly with the stipulation of the match. The side of him that put him in the driver’s seat with quite the advantage.
“It makes perfect sense that the Titan’s of the Midway Championship is held by a titan. A man that is important. A man that demands respect. A man that is gigantic in more ways than one. More importantly a man that is God-Like, Powerful, and able to influence a particular field. Well when you look at me. I resemble everything that is a titan. I am important. I demand respect. I’m gigantic in more than one way. I am god-like, powerful, and I do influence the entire world of professional wrestling. So as you can see the writing is on the wall. It should be clear as day who will be leaving with the Titan’s of the Midway Championship.”
Calvin was implying that he was going to leave with the championship once again. Alex wouldn’t like that. Raike wouldn’t like that. After running his mouth there was a chance the company wouldn’t like it. There was an even better chance that the fans wouldn’t like it, but was there anything that could be done to stop it. That was the real question on hand.
“I AM A TITAN!”
Those were the last words that came out of his mouth. They were intentionally delivered in the strong manner than they were. With those being the final words to also come out of his mouth. Cameras took it upon themselves to zoom in even closer. Focusing on just the eyes of the Martyr. There was fire. There was rage. There was passion. There was determination and there was confidence in his eyes. This man truly one hundred percent believed that he was titan. Not just that he was a titan but that he was truly god-like. He truly was powerful and that he truly did infulence the entire world of professional wrestling. With the cameras now fading out as there was nothing else to be said. The thought crossed everyone’s mind just how bloody and out of control this match was going to be with three men with egos all fighting for one prize. History was bound to be made on this night.
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[ OUT OF CHARACTER: Here we go. I'm not sure how I feel about it. I am trying to shake a funk with the character. Guess, we'll see what happens. Hopefully someone gets enjoyment out of it. Good luck. ] |
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