JAKE ORTON versus ALEX CROSS

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JAKE ORTON versus ALEX CROSS Apr 8, 2016 3:17:31 GMT

Post by Lady Munin on Apr 8, 2016 3:17:31 GMT

Live from the Shreveport Municipal Memorial Auditorium
705 Elvis Presley Blvd. Shreveport, Louisiana

Thursday, February 4th, 2016 at 10 pm CST

First Role Play Deadline: Thursday January 28th, 2016 @11:59 PM CST

Final Role Play Deadline: Wednesday February 3rd, 2016 @ 11:59 PM CST

Segment Deadline: February 4th @ 8:00 AM CST

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JAKE ORTON versus ALEX CROSS Apr 8, 2016 3:17:58 GMT

Post by Lady Munin on Apr 8, 2016 3:17:58 GMT

Knock, knock, knock. The sound bounced off the walls of the home of Lady Munin as Alex Cross stood outside dressed in blue jeans, a blue Under Armour hoodie the covered a black t-shirt and a backwards black baseball cap. He stuck his hands inside the pocket of the hoodie as he waited patiently for someone to answer. Travis answered the door after a moments hesitation. A smart ass grin on his mouth and relief in his young eyes.

Alex: Travis! My second favorite person

He smiled as he looked at the smaller man in front of him.

Alex: Sorry but your mom has to rank higher than you.

Travis gave a mock wince at his corniness.

Travis: Ah man, nice to see you among the living, and well enough to make adult jokes.

Alex: I'm sore but I'm making it. Your mom around or is she out at the theme park for strange adults and virgins?

Nodding the youth walked back into the entrance way, leaving Alex to follow.

Travis: Yeah, she's here. She fell asleep in the formal living room. To be honest I don't know if she has been more exhausted or furious lately.

Alex followed the young man inside taking note of the pictures that hung on the wall. They always stood out to him whenever he was here, probably because they were strange as hell.

Alex: Yeah I saw the last show with that whole bomb thing. I would imagine she's exhausted from being so furious.

Travis chuckled as they walked past one of Munin's many beautiful but morbid paintings.

Travis: Dude, you don't even know. She doesn't know I know this, but she totally went on a rampage in the kitchen. Broke every single dish and glass in the house. The only reason I know is that I saw the receipt for the replacements in the trash. She has been training harder than I've seen her train in awhile.

A small shrug showed how little any of this surprised him.

Travis: I'm honestly shocked that she hasn't put anyone through a table yet. On top of that, she has been training harder than I've seen her train in awhile.

Alex nodded his head.

Alex: Well I'm back now. Hopefully I can bring a bit more stability to her life like she's done mine. It's the least I can do.

He made his way over to Munin and looked down upon her taking in her beauty. Seeing her like this brought a smile to his face. She seemed so peaceful like this. Travis coughed a little bit, obviously anxious to leave the room.

Travis: So uh, if I were you I would take the room next to her's. If she wakes up next to you she might punch you in the throat.

Alex: No worries. The thought never crossed my mind. Thanks for letting me in.

He shook the young mans hand as he ran up the stairs towards his room leaving Alex alone with Munin. With ease he scooped her up into his arms careful not to wake her and carried her up the stairs towards her room. He laid her down on her bed and pulled the covers up before brushing her hair out of her face and smiling at her. Munin opened her eyes just enough to give him a blurry look. She was obviously more asleep than awake.

Munin: I'm pissed at you.

Alex looked down at her with puzzlement.

Alex: At me? I didn't ask to get my ass jumped by some dumb bitch with a bat.

Munin: No but when I called TJ said that you didn't want to talk to me, and he didn't know when you would recover. Then you just announced you are cleared to wrestle and never called.

She snuggles into her covers mumbling something that closely resembles "I hate your face". Alex laughed as he leaned against the door frame.

Alex: TJ thought he was protecting me and misunderstood what I was telling him. I told him if that girl calls me tell her to get bent but I was referring to Amanda. She called me after I got rolled out and I ignored her call. TJ must have thought I meant you because I haven't really told him that we're talking again and seeing how things go. As for being cleared to wrestle I haven't been cleared yet, I just got back in town today and have to meet with the company doc to be cleared. Hell, you own the place you should know I haven't been cleared yet to compete. But I'm confident I'll be cleared.

He ran both his hands through his hair.

Alex: Which is not to say I shouldn't have called but I didn't want to worry you. You've got enough on your plate running this place I didn't want you worrying about my injuries or lack their of.

For a moment his only answer was silence, but then a soft pleased sigh could be heard emanating from the small mound of blankets that is Munin.

Munin: Mmmmkay
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Alex: Get some sleep we'll talk tomorrow. Good night.

He eased the door closed as he stepped out into the hallway trying not to disturb her any further. He quietly made his way down the hall past Travis room where he sat still playing Fallout 4. The last time he was here he was immersed in that game and here it was weeks later and he was still engrossed. Alex figured he would give it a go sometime and just see what all the fuss was about but for now he had other things on his mind. He slipped unnoticed past Travis room and went into a room at the end of the hallway and closed the door behind him. Weights and machines covered the room as Alex took off the hoodie and shirt he had on and tossed it to the floor before walking up to one of the mirrors. His eyes traced the many scars that covered his body many of which had come in the last year. His voice was soft as he continued to look in the mirror paying no mind to the camera filming him. It had gotten easier to ignore the camera that constantly filmed his every move including his most intimate though that wasn't to say it didn't bother him.

Alex: Each scar that covers my body has a story to tell all its own. Barbwire, steel link fence, wood you name it my body has been beaten with it. A few weeks back a certain person chose to take it upon themselves to try and remove me from the equation. A normal person might take longer to heal but I'm far from normal. Just last year my body was put through more pain than any one person should have to endure. A match that should have killed me, only left me scarred both mentally and physically. One doesn't fall thirty feet onto a steel cage without feeling it the next day that's for sure. As much as I'd like to take the time out of my busy schedule to take a baseball bat of my own to that bitch I've been instructed that I'm to keep my hands off her. Seems that she has decided she no longer wants to play inside the ring and instead wants to be a spectator. That's fine with me, go on and be a spectator I won't bother you. But please take this to heart when I say one day I will catch you outside these walls and when that time comes I hope you enjoy it as much as I will. However this isn't about you Unreal. I have bigger more important fish to fry and honestly I don't even know where to begin.

Alex turned away from the mirror to look at the camera finally.

Alex: Nineteen World Titles and seven hall of fame inductions over a fourteen year span? Well color me impressed. I can count the number of World Titles I've held on one hand, which is easy since that number is zero. Same goes for the amount of hall of fame inductions I've received.

He leaned against the mirror crossing his arms in front of his chest.

Alex: It's a shame though really. You've won all those titles and been inducted into all those hall of fame's and yet none of that is gonna matter when you step into the ring with me. You see, much like you I've been lucky enough to fight all over the world. I've gone toe to toe with men and women that I consider the very best this business has to offer. Men and women who are considered Icons and champions the world over. I've gone toe to toe with them and I've been trained by them. One look at my resume and I'll be honest it isn't impressive. Hell, I look at my resume and I think pushover. Then I look at my body of work. I look at the people I've faced and beat. I look at the people that have bested me inside the squared circle and suddenly it doesn't seem to bad, it actually seems quite impressive.

I say that to say this Jake. I don't care how many world titles you've won or where all you've competed because that was then and this is now. I didn't come here to play second fiddle to anyone. Not you, not Luke Knux, no one. I came here to be the best this company has to offer and I'll be damned if I'm getting short changed by the likes of you. I've left my blood and my sweat all over that ring and when we step into the ring I'll be more than happy to do it again and again and again. You think it's something to be proud of to have more broken bones then titles? Well please Jake allow me to increase that number because I will gladly break your arm off and beat you over the head with it. It's funny because you have no idea who you're stepping into the ring with. You can pull up my bio, you can google search me and find old matches and try and scout me and it won't do you a damn bit of good. Just because I may favor a certain technique in one match doesn't mean I'll favor it in another. Having trained so long in Jiu Jitsu the way I have allows me to change my game plan on the fly to adapt to different situations. Can you say that about yourself? No you can't because just like everyone else on this roster you're a one trick pony.

When we step into that ring you'll be stepping into my world! You think you're anger is gonna help you out? Watch me turn that anger against you when you realize you're out classed and out schooled. You think that crowd is what will get to you? No it's me that'll get to you Jake when you realize you weren't prepared enough for what you've gotten yourself in to. I want you to look into my eyes Jake and know that you are in for a lesson very soon. A lesson that you will never forget and one that the whole roster will be taking notes on. It starts with you and it ends with me hoisting that Pure Championship over my head. Don't believe me? Watch.

He pushed past the camera cutting it off in the process bringing the scene to a close.

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JAKE ORTON versus ALEX CROSS Apr 8, 2016 3:18:33 GMT

Post by Lady Munin on Apr 8, 2016 3:18:33 GMT

(Time got my ass)

#np: "machine head" by portishead
warning: strong language and my real life is used

The night was Friday, January 29th of 2016. It was 21:30 (9:30 PM). The location was the Pure Amusement Park, inside a church that was really a front for a cover of an underground fighting club that was also an illegal brothel/stripe club and an illegal casino as the bar was actually legal come to think about it. The building was popping, the tournament (or so it was promoted as, more entertainment for the blood thirsty betters) was underway but one person was missing from watching the action. It had been known that since the bar was multiple floors that the top floor if you should dare so enter from the stairwell was known as Jake Orton's office but even he wasn't in his office. He was in his bedroom, steadily going at it with a strange girl, that he had brought home from the traveling he's done for GCW and WWH outside Louisiana as he and this girl were sweating, even though it was freezing outside as a knock came on the door, the girl on her back in the bed and Jake pretty much on his knees as he kept thrusting til he heard the familiar throat clearing

Tricia:"Dad, Dad. DAD!"

Jake:"What?!"

Tricia:"Is that the woman you hired to watch me? When you leave the hotels and such in dangerous towns like New Orleans Lower 9th Ward?"

He nodded to her, hell, what was he gonna say, she had a bubble ass, and those boobs that just, could kill Aphrodite and send her to Underworld as she shook her head

Tricia:"Figures, that's why she's so nice to me. Dick!"

Tricia would slam the door to his bedroom that led into his office as she exited to the stairwell. She was probably gonna go find Lady Munin and talk to her. For some reason, Jake's daughter liked her. Even at almost seventeen years old, his daughter had better taste in friends then he did when he was her age. Hell, she knew a story that his foster parents told when they went to visit them of when he was in elementary school, he didn't like this dude sitting next to him in class, so while the teacher took roll, Jake took out his pencil and stabbed the kid in the back of his hand. Got out of it by saying it was an accident and the kid corroborated the story, so the teacher and the principal did nothing since neither would admit that Jake was a lying bastard and meant to do it on purpose. Jake told his daughter afterwards that he did it because the guy was constantly annoying the fuck out of him, and that the kid picked on a student that had ADHD.

Jake wasn't a model student, he loved to pick fights in the school yard and he was always causing trouble. It was just how he was. So when the girl he was doing looked at him, as he had stopped and sat on his bed, he knew what was gonna come out of her mouth next as he had been trying to do all the right shit.

Tricia's Watcher:"You shouldn't be so hard on her you know? She's just scared that one day, you won't come back."

Jake:"Your fucking joking right? Why wouldn't I come back?"

Tricia's Watcher:"I don't know Herr Orton, I mean, maybe because even if it has it's moments of scriptedness, your industry is pretty brutal?"

Jake nodded as he knew where this was going as he was going to say something else til he heard a bell ringing multiple times. That meant a fight was about to happen as the woman was left in the bed room by herself as Jake put on his jet black pants without a shirt on and walked out through his office and out onto the balcony as he whistled

Jake:"Who rung the goddamn bell? I was busy screwing in there!"

Just then a familiar face showed as it was his ex-wife Jacelyn, who had copped up to the ringing of the bell

Jake:"Well if it ain't queen cunt herself. What the fuck are you doing in my establishment whore?"

She didn't care about his Black Cage or anything he had to do with wrestling, she was only here for one reason

Jacelyn:"I came here to get our daughter Tricia and oh yea, by the way, don't you have a fucking match to prepare for shit head? You know Alex Cross isn't gonna be that easy for you to beat you old timer!"

The crowd in the Cage ooo'd at him as he was clearly not in the mood, not tonight at least so Jake looked on out at a random person, as he pointed at a skinny guy, probably no more than 130 pounds as he motioned for staff to let him know he was fighting. The man was shocked as they then showed him that he was fighting the owner, Jake Orton, as he started to shake his head, not wanting to compete

Jake:"You refusing? Well I would throw your ass out but eh, THROW HIM IN THE CAGE!"

The bouncers would run up and grab the man by his arms as they dragged him from the bar as Jake was making his way down the stairs into the main part of Cage as he finally would get close enough to the actual fighting cage and he sees the woman and his daughter watching him as he smirks saying to the man

Jake:"You look a little Cross. Maybe you are Alex Cross's brother? No matter, your ass is dead!"

Jake was about to step in as he looked at the people and laughed as he said

Jake:"This is gonna be what happens on Wicked this week. See your asses there! And Alex, your gonna die!"

The scene then fades out as the bell rung and Jake was about to fight when the camera cuts out.

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