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Post by Eden on Jul 17, 2020 22:40:33 GMT -5
LOCATION & ARENA PORTLAND, OREGON NORTH CLACKAMAS WATER PARK
ROLEPLAY & SEGMENT DEADLINES Friday, July 31st, 2020 at 9 PM PST, Midnight EST, 11 PM CT (US) Saturday, August 1st, 2020 at 5 AM (UK) Saturday, August 1st, 2020 at 4 PM (AUS)
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Match Four: Josh Kaine vs. Nicholas King King fell to Jacoby Spencer in a tough match and here meets another newcomer in Josh Kaine. Will Kaine impress in his debut or will the self proclaimed “Next World Champion in WWH” right the ship?
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Post by Josh Kaine | Maggie McIntyre on Jul 28, 2020 12:42:51 GMT -5
Josh narrowed his gaze at the older woman across the kitchen. He had decided to crash at his mother’s place in Cambridge, MA for a while, now that he’d officially been hired to the WWH Dystopia roster. He stayed where he was, leaned back against the sink with a bowl of cereal in hand. The mohawked rookie was hungry and it was early yet. Not too early that Jada Kaine hadn’t come down for her coffee, though. Josh had watched his mother come into the old kitchen, round the island and pop a k-cup into the Keurig. He didn’t speak until the brewing was done and she turned around to look at the kitchen’s other occupant. “You told her, didn’t ya?” She yawned first and nodded before taking a sip. No matter her son’s temper, she had nothing to fear from him. Not under this roof. “She’s just findin’ out a little sooner than you expected.”“How’d she take it?” Josh raised a curious eyebrow. “If you thought our Amazon was tough in the EWA, she’s your worst nightmare now. She punched you in the face at her title celebration, do you really think she’d take the news of you getting signed any better?” Jada paused for a moment, taking a long draw from her mug and yawned again. It was too damn early. She always had issues with sleep, her fiance knew that better than most. “Or maybe it’s my dream come true.” Josh shrugged and shoved the last spoonful of cereal into his mouth. “Told her at the party, the only reason I didn’t shove my foot down her throat is because of you. I wasn’t there to fight, just look after you...so you could do the whole proposal thing. Ain’t soft no more, Ma. Told you that.” “Yeah, and I told her that. I told her you’re all teeth and claws, Ragnarok’s comin’.” His mother moved to lean back against the counter so she stood opposite him. “She shouldn’t be your first worry though, you know that.” “You think I spent the last two years sittin’ on my ass? Ain’t clingin’ to no one’s skirts no more, Ma. Don’t need your help. Gonna rise or fall on my own.” The younger Kaine set the empty bowl down in the sink beside her and pressed a kiss to his mother’s temple. “You don’t gotta look after me no more. You did that enough. You nearly killed yourself tryin’ to get that pound of flesh for me back then. No more, Ma. I just found ya a couple of years ago now, I don’t wanna lose what we got.” He snorted and managed a grin, “Not to mention, Miss Lilah won’t get her wedding if you decide to be all up in my business again.” “Caroline still not talking to you?” She mirrored her son’s grin. Josh shook his head and lost the smile at the mention of his adoptive mother. “Nah, she ain’t keen on me right now. Pop told me to give her time. She wasn’t happy with me gettin’ signed to another company. She says I’m gonna get myself killed or crippled.” Jada raised an inquisitive eyebrow, “It’s entirely possible. You saw what I did to myself and I told you what your father did to himself. Heart failure at sixty-one.”“You ain’t gonna take Mom’s side then?” The younger Kaine was curious--he’d been given up for adoption in secret when Jada was barely sixteen, all to protect his birth father’s reputation and career and hide the man’s proclivity for underage women. He had taken a while to come to terms with the circumstances of his birth, but it was made far easier with the understanding that giving him up for adoption really had been the best thing for him. Daniel and Caroline Weller had raised Josh up with love and encouragement, but he couldn’t deny what was in his blood. The overwhelming need for battle, for conflict. Finding Jada when he was eighteen had brought so much clarity. Convincing her to train him had just been gasoline on the fire--the entire span of his EWA career had been a roller coaster of battle, sex, love, and blood. He reveled in it, even when Josh had the shit beaten out of him...even when he’d been hospitalized because of it. Jada had brought him into the EWA as her heir, he pushed himself further and eventually became Fenrir to the stable known as HATE. They’d locked him in a basement for two weeks, hunted him for months, and finally, unleashed what Jada knew had always been there. Teeth and claws. His mother shook her head, catching his cobalt depths with her own. “Nope. You’re a grown ass man, I taught you as best I could. You wanna go throw yourself into the snake pit again, that’s your business. Doesn’t mean I’m not gonna worry, but I know I can’t stop you from doin’ what you’re gonna do. Even if I wasn’t a broken mess, I still wouldn’t stop you. I know what it’s like, to feel that burnin’ need in your blood. Just a word of advice, Josh.” Jada paused, letting her eyes roam over his face and feeling the pain of the past. She saw too much of herself--too much of his bastard of a father in him. There was no stopping an avalanche, and that’s what he would be. Whether he buried his competition, or himself, would remain to be seen. “Teeth and claws. Don’t let nothin’ stop you. No mercy for anyone, no matter who it is.” “Teeth and claws, Ma.” Josh wrapped his tattooed arms around her tightly. “Teeth and claws and Ragnarok.” XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
King. Nick King--King of Down Under? Self-proclaimed future World Champ.
I heard you took a beatin’ from Jacoby Spencer last time.
Every future champ’s road to gold got bumps and obstacles along the way, right?
Of course they do. Ain’t no reason to tune into someone who ain’t gotta struggle somewhere along the way. Just like Superman ain’t no one’s favorite hero no more. What’s the fun in readin’ about an all-powerful alien who’s basically a god among humans, right? Point bein’ that every one runs into speedbumps, forks in the road, big fuckin’ tollgates and shit. Ain’t got no doubt that you put the work in too--started real young and got some experience under your belt.
It’s why I’m lookin’ forward to it so much.
Ain’t no fun in steppin’ in the ring with someone who’s heart ain’t in it.
Ain’t gonna make no bones about bein’ a rookie--only been at this a few years, got trained up by the same great lady who helped the Asylum Champion spread her wings and fly. Don’t wanna get on here and brag about how this business is in my blood. It definitely is, but that ain’t my reason for bein’ here.
Got the same fire inside me that my ma does. She had twenty years of blood and glory till she had to force herself out by way of a horrendous beatin’ from what she called Frankenstein’s monster. She don’t regret it though. Never have, never will. She told me once that I should do whatever it takes to succeed, so long as I can live with the consequences. “Learn to ride the waves, or crash on the rocks, Josh.” She wasn’t wrong.
I found out I can live with a whole range of consequences.
Had a lot of bumps along the road so far, lots of rocky paths to navigate, but it’s all been worth it. You been at this awhile now, Nick. You know that firsthand. It’s all worth it. We wouldn’t be here otherwise.
It’s all worth the pain, the blood, the nights you don’t sleep--the family you disappoint, the hearts you end up breakin’. Just for the chance to step between the ropes and fight with everythin’ you got. But I’m still new--I’m still learning what all I got. I will tell ya though, after a couple of years, I got a lot that I can bring to the table and I’ll bring every last ounce of fight I got in me, Nick. Gonna show you just how sharp the teeth and claws...and not just you.
Everyone.
The fans, the roster, the management--and one other special lady who I have a past with, especially. But that’s a story for later. We’re gonna fight and only one of us will come out on top, Down Under King. Gonna make you earn that crown. Not gonna be just a speedbump on your road to glory, King.
I’m gonna be a fuckin’ avalanche.
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Post by foxfire1677 on Jul 31, 2020 21:56:48 GMT -5
July 12th 2020 Episode of Dystopia A few minutes after the King vs Jacoby match
The scene starts with Nicholas King marching back from behind the curtain with Stefano and Jürgen behind him. King couldn't believe what had just happened. He tapped out, he tapped out and lost his first match in WWH. This felt like a nightmare to him as he was inches away from possibly earning(which he mentally scoffed at) a shot at the WWH World title. Now he has to go all the way back to square freaking one. Stefano and Jürgen could see that their boss was upset with this loss. Stefano bravely walks up to King and tries to calm him down a bit
Stefano
Sir it's al-
Stefano wouldn't have a chance to finish his sentence as King turned around and smacked him right across the face. The smack could be heard clearly in the backstage area. Stefano holds his cheek where King had slapped him as the self-proclaimed King of Australia stares at him with fury in his eyes
Nicholas King
4-0.....tonight i was supposed to go 4-0 and earn my shot at the World title. A shot that I should have been given since God damn day one!!! So don't you DARE say that it's 'alright'. IT IS NOT ALRIGHT DAMN IT!! I should have walked out of that match with my hands raised with my name being said as the winner. Instead, that son of a bitch beat me. While what were you two doing? Nothing…..ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!!
Both men looked down in shame as they could have done something to ensure that King would have won the match. Instead, they did nothing but watch as he was forced to tap out in the ring. King smacks Stefano again, then walks up to Jürgen and smacks him as well before grabbing his cheeks, making him state at an angry Nicholas King.
Nicholas King
Don't you goddamn look down at the floor. You both look me in the goddamn face when I'm speaking to you! Your job Jürgen is to PROTECT me, something that you didn't do when i was being beaten up by Jacoby. Looks at Stefano You may have done an excellent job of announcing me Stefano, but the one thing, the one thing that neither of you did was to make sure that i walk out the winner
Stefano
But sir, we didn't think-
Nicholas King
That's right Stefano, you both didn't think. You didn't think about sliding in a concealed weapon for me to use, you didn't think about distracting the referee while Jürgen enters the ring and beat the crap out of Jacoby for me, and you didn't think about hitting me with a little slap to get Jacoby DQ'd for me to win. Just like you two didn't think that you wouldn't be punished for standing there like lemons
King let's go of both Stefano and Jürgen's cheeks as he walks away from them with his back turned.
Nicholas King
Since you both failed to do your jobs, I'm going to cut both of your pays.
Stefano
But sir-
Nicholas King
Shut up! This is what happens when you don't do your damn job. If I lose my match next week, I'm going to cut more of your pay. If this goes on and on I promise you I will take back everything you bought with my damn money. From your suits, your ties, your shoes, your houses, your cars, your kids birthday presents, their college funds, and even your damn boxers! For now, we are going back to the Hotel to rest and then get ready to leave for the next Dystopia show where you best pray to God I win.
Thank God this night can't get any worse than it is right now…
The self-proclaimed King of Australia would soon be wrong as both Jürgen and Stefano's phones would soon light up with a 'ding' sound. They pull out their phones to see that it was a tweet sent out by the company showing the match card for the next Dystopia show and the participants for the Shogun Tournament. Both men paled as they saw what was on the match card and the participants for the Shogun Tournament. This didn't go unnoticed by King as he walked over to Stefano and snatched his phone from him.
Stefano
Sir, i don't think you should-
King raised a finger at Stefano as he looked at the recent tweets from the WWH Twitter page. His eyes widened as he looked at the match card and saw the main event match. It wasn't the match that got King pissed, it was the stipulation that made him really angry. It also didn't help that he saw that his name wasn't even in the Dystopia block of the Shogun Tournament. King was now shaking in rage as he held the phone tightly in his hands.
Nicholas King
I'm going to go wash up, then put my clothes on and take the limo back to the Hotel. You two idiots can find your own damn ride back
King walks off, not before smashing Stefano's phone on the floor in rage. Stefano goes over to pick up his now broken phone as he looks sadly at it. Soon the scene fades tk black. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Nicholas King
Josh Kaine, tonight is your big Dystopia debut. Well let me be the first to say congratulations buddy. Now the bad news is that in your debit match, you're going up against the King of Australia and the greatest wrestler of the modern era, Nicholas King. Worse news is that i'm a bit...angry after my match against Jacoby.
Some parents will say to their kids: "You tried your best" while some coaches will tell their players: "Winning isn't everything". Guess what, winning is everything. Winning means that you can bask in the glory of accomplishing something that you worked hard to achieve. Winning means showing everyone that you're good at something. To me, winning shows that I am the best wrestler in the ring and on the Mic.
I cannot afford to lose against you Kaine. Especially when it's your debut match. At Dystopia, I must win and walk out with my hands raised. Just like two certain idiots must make sure that I win if they want their pay cut once again. I will be at the top of this company and seeing as my requests for a title shot hasn't been answered, well i guess it's time to stop playing Mr. Nice guy and take what I want.
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