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Post by Eden on Aug 7, 2020 18:21:08 GMT -5
LOCATION & ARENAPLEASANT GROVE, CALIFORNIAWAKE ISLAND WATERPARKROLEPLAY & SEGMENT DEADLINES Friday, August 21st, 2020 at 9 PM PST, Midnight EST, 11 PM CT (US) Saturday, August 22nd, 2020 at 5 AM (UK) Saturday, August 22nd, 2020 at 4 PM (AUS)
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Semi-Main: Demetrius Lane vs Zolton vs Thor Lane has really impressed since he burst on the scene, and what does he get for his reward? A match against the Number One contender to the World title Zolton. Z picked up maybe the biggest win of his career last show, and now has the task of facing a hot Lane and the returning Thor. Thor came in like he had lightning coming out his ass and wanted to smite everyone. Well, he gets his chance to see if he is worthy to be in the main event or if he just gets cast aside and deemed "unworthy"....
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Post by Demetrius "Godzilla" Lane on Aug 12, 2020 4:32:05 GMT -5
Scene #1: Meet the Lanes! Blood is thicker than Collard Greens!
The table is set. The scraping of silverware and stacking of china plates clangs throughout the Lane House upon its completion. A rather nice red and green plaid tablecloth adorns the maple-wood table that has been stretched out to fit the middle extension used only for these large family gatherings. The middle of the spread we see is a large spiral cut ham that’s been baked in the slow cooker for 8 hours and marinated in orange marmalade. It fills the room with the sweet citrus scent you’d expect, which intermingles with the aromas of marshmallow candied yams, crispy bacon collard greens, savory green bean casserole and honey-baked cornbread. It may as well have been dessert for dinner with all the delectables prepared by Mamma Lane tonight. It was in her sweet southern Savannah, Georgia charm that miss Esther Lane always told her guests “Aint nobody leaving my house hungry”. And wouldn’t you know? She had some kickin’ pecan pie ready in the windowsill before all was gonna be said and done tonight.
And we would be remiss without introducing all the pieces to this Godzilla sized puzzle now wouldn’t we? As much as the aforementioned food could easily be the main event of this production, there are players to move across the board. Moving along starting with the head of the table and moving clockwise around the room,
We start with Esther Lane. The Matriarch of House Lane. A portly woman with hair well kempt and pressed to shine that accentuated the lines across her face that betrayed her age, but in a way that also maintained an appearance of near angelic qualities. She wore a yellow and pink flowery decollete dress to well ah, accentuate some of her favorite parts of herself. Heh.
Going to the right from there right at her side is the ashy bearded patriarch Amadeus Lane. Built like an Ox King, the towering father figure proudly sported his prominent facial hair over his salmon pink shirt and suspenders holding up corduroy pants. He’s the only one at the table actually accommodated with a large lay-z boy chair that fits his massive frame instead of the matching maple-wood chairs the remaining family rests upon.
Next in line, front and center to the camera’s wide lens view of the scenery is our protagonist, so to speak. Rather uncomfortably fitted in a slightly undersized sports jacket over a slate gray vest, white button up shirt and black slacks. The kind of mishmash outfit one could surmise he purchased from a Men’s Warehouse without proper measurements simply because he was on the road and in a hurry. But damned if Demetrius didn’t have a dapper little sky blue clip on bowtie to top it off.
At the opposite end of the table was an elaborate set piece candelabra adorned with dandelions and sunflowers. Because there’s only one head of this household. And it’s Mama Lane. You best believe that.
Opposite to Demetrius would be his younger brother of 17 years, Darrius Lane. The runt of the litter so to speak. He’s the only one of House Lane that was of well, smaller stature. But he still shared the same harsh jaw lines and furrowed brow of Demetrius and their father. He wore an outfit reminiscent of a Steve Urkel from TGI Fridays, with suspenders similar to his dad, button down white shirt and bottlecap glasses tied around the back of his shaven head with nylon thread.
Rounding out this round table was the middle child, only daughter to Esther and Amadeus, Godzilla’s 19 year old younger sister Georgia Lane. She had longer hair than her mother, but with a similar sheen. She was more of an average sized woman, rather than putting on the considerable size of most of the rest of her family. And she wore a very classy ruched peach dress with a black and gold wraparound scarf that modestly hides her own assets.
Everyone around the table holds hands, with Demetrius and Darrius reaching across the table to grasp one anothers palms, as Amadeus clears his throat in a robust manner before commencing the festivities.
“Dear Lord. We thank you for this...bountiful feast you have laid before us. We thank you for the blessings you have bestowed upon our family, to allow us all to gather together in honor of you, Lord God. For the prodigal son returning to our table, Demetrius. Thank you for allowing him to return home from Japan, becoming gainfully employed doing what he loves, while still finding time to come back to us and celebrate his success. For young Darrius preparing to return to his schoolin’ in the face of this...terrible pandemic that has devastated the countryside and your peoples. For giving him the resolve to maintain political activism, to fight the good fight against the racism and oppression that has plagued our lives for longer still. Thank you for the diligence of our only daughter Georgia. Who even in the face of adversity continues to brave the world of infections for our own benefits as a CNA for retirement folk. Lord God thank you for our trials, our tribulations, and the blessings and strength you provide for us to face these challenges together. This night, as are all nights, belong to you Lord. We are ever your faithful children. In Jesus name we pray, Amen.”
Everyone replies in unison.
“Amen”.
The family happily begins to dig into their comfort food. But it doesn’t take long at all before the discussion picks up among the family. There’s a few inquiries about how Darrius’ school is actually going to operate. Georgia’s latest entrepreneur endeavors. You get the drill. The real spice begins when Darrius addresses the Godzilla in the room.
“So Demetrius. My brother. Now that you’ve reached the big time in wrestling, how long do we gotta wait before you’re dancing to the tune of the white man’s dollar?”
There is a sharp rebuke from across the table from the Matriarchs tongue, reprimanding her baby boy.
“Darrius! That is NOT the way we handle family business at THIS table. You know that better than anyone.”
Demetrius audibly steps in to reassure Mama Esther that everything is fine. Complete with his flashy, million yen smile. That’s no typo. His King Kong like limbs reach over to squeeze the hand of his mother in solidarity and confidence.
“No, Ma, it’s alright. I’m surprised at you Darrius. I didn’t figure you’d pay much attention to what I’m doing on Sunday Nights these days. You sure I don’t get in the way of your Newsroom with Ana Cabrera?”
The D&D Brothers smirk at each other reminiscent of Chris Hemsworth and Emilia Clarke in a stalemate of snark before Darrius offers his rebuttal.
“Of course not my brother. We all want to support you in all your endeavors. So I pay special close attention to the fact that you wouldn’t be sitting here in your pseudo high society accoutrements if it wasn’t for a little shady dealings you seem to be in cahoots with a man named Eli Copeland? In a world where we NEED more powerful black representation in any form of media. You’re really gonna reserve yourself to lackey status to some asylum bound punk because they flash a couple benjamins in your face? Really now?”
The heat was on between Godzilla and his sibling. Their relationship had always been estranged. Demetrius being well into his teenage years by the time Darrius was born. They never did grow up together. As the self proclaimed Juggernaut used his genetically inherited gifts of size to chase a dream of wrestling before it was ever considered wise financially or physically. Darrius and Georgia were more connected growing up together. As they only heard of the struggles and exploits of their prodigal brother who took the best part of his twenties with nothing to show for it while the rest of the family struggled with Amadeus’ disability and Esther’s focus on the home and taking care of her husband. The fact that Demetrius was back now to try and repay some of the generosity given to him from a decades worth of patience doesn’t change the animosity felt between the other siblings who felt the weight of his absence growing up. With the perception being that he should’ve stayed home and took care of his family before chasing his dream. Sister Georgia joins in.
“But for real, Demetrius. Congratulations on your debut win on Dystopia. The folks at Meadowlark (Nursing Home) always look forward to their Sunday Night Wrestling excursions in the hall. You’ve gotten good. Real good. But I share my concerns with Darrius. It aint like you to take the easy road for money.”
Demetrius nods his head in acknowledgement. Again the direct words don’t have to be said. The connotations of every comment make it clear that every move Godzilla makes is under the scrutiny of his brother and sister. If he was only in it for the money, why wouldn’t he just stay home, take that winery job and be happy with a steady yet unfulfilling income that would’ve made everyone’s struggles much easier? They couldn’t see the complicated web of networking and carney bullshit that a professional wrestler has to go through just to survive in the industry. They only know what they see on television. Demetrius responds.
“You don’t need to concern yourselves with whatever business I got with Eli Copeland. He’s seen the same things you did. That I went out there in my debut match, took on two massive hosses even bigger than me and came out on top. Make no mistake, Mike Mason & Giant Tiger hit me hard. But like I told them leading up to the match, on that night I was hungrier. I’ve always been hungry. For this great food, for the competition WWH provides, and the success that entails trying to become the best to ever do it. But with every wrestler you beat, you can count that many targets hitting your back on your climb up the ladder. Eli Copeland knows this too. The ride to the top is always easier with a wingman. He wants to hedge his bets on me and pay me good money to work with him? I’ll take that check every day. Not just to support this family now that I’ve got the means to do it. But because every step I take from now on, I have to make sure I have someone watching my back. Lord knows my job aint getting any easier. I’m sure you’ve already heard I’m in the Semi-Main Event against Zolton and Sah’ta Thor.”
From this declaration, Amadeus pops up in an excitable yet gruff tone with enough bass to shake a quadcab. He sits up in such a way that has his shoulders towering over even Demetrius. Amadeus was a big boy in his own right. 6 foot tall, six inches. Well over three hundred pounds. Although he could’ve been a hot commodity in the sixties and seventies wrestling scene. Amadeus was more comfortable taking the simpler roads in life. Content working the Georgian factories until his body couldn’t put out anymore.
“Sah’ta Thor?! That guy still at it? Hoo boy. I remember that guy tearing down houses in FWF and GEW! God, that feels like a lifetime ago. Well if memory serves he was some kind of vampire, werewolf, demon thing. I’d say the boy was immortal if there ever was such a concept! Ah those were the days, kids. It’s always a surprise to hear people from the territorial golden ages are still running strong. You watch out there, Demetrius! Old Sah’ta knows every trick in the book and thensome! Some say he’d choke you with the same hand he just fed you with.”
It is here that Esther finally makes her first official comments on the dealings of Demetrius. In her classically soft and homely Georgian drawl. Amadeus may have had some cursory knowledge of wrestling while it was hot ten to fifteen years ago, but it was Mama Esther’s job to look after her little boy. She wouldn’t give him all the answers he’d ever need. But she knew well enough and more importantly, knew how to find the information she didn’t possess. Each member of the Lane family was like that in their own way. Darrius and Georgia may have a level of bitterness to it. But they all look out for Demetrius because they are counting on him to be a success so that they can all hope to live better lives someday.
“He’s done a lot more since then, dear. Sah’ta Thor’s got an entire Empire behind him. Financially, professionally. No offense Demetrius but he makes whatever deal you have going on with Eli look amateur by comparison. He’s gonna be the craftiest, cagiest fighter you’ve ever laid eyes on, son. Please do be careful.”
Georgia pipes in once again with more two cents for the conversation. Armed with her knowledge of WWH history from the tenants at her nursing home career. Surely she’s seen her fair share of Zolton. He’d been a mainstay in WWH for years at this point. Even with his bad guy tendencies he was bound to be a popular fixture among some of the viewership she was familiar with.
“And don’t forget about Zolton! He’s a seasoned veteran as well. A perfect example of somebody dangerous. He’s already spent the better part of three years climbing the ladder of WWH and coming up short time and again. He aint gonna take too kindly to some upstart rookie trying to take his spot AGAIN. I think he’d sooner cripple you, D.”
Godzilla would slam his fist against the table if he didn’t have the respect for his momma and the sanctity of the decorum of the dinner table to consider. Hyping up his opponents would normally be his job before explaining what he would do to come out victorious. But here’s virtually his entire family tearing him down. Doubting his chances. Concerned for his health. He was feeling more than a little demeaned at this point. But he gritted through his teeth and calmly explained his position once more, in front of God and everyone.
“Look. I understand the immense pressure I’ve been put under with this situation. I win one match, and I’m already playing with the big boys on the fast track to the big time. Somebody in the office sees great potential in me. Eli Copeland is clearly confident enough to put money behind me. We haven’t even touched upon the fact that I’m joining the Shogun tourna-”
Everyone interrupts in unison. Darrius with derision as to the recklessness of his brother signing up for such a gruelling tour. Georgia in disbelief that Demetrius had the confidence to even make it through the tournament. Adameus with a guttural bemusement and a slight sense of pride in his son. Esther of course with a mother’s worry that Godzilla may be out to hurt himself for real. Their collective shock emanates in a single phrase.
“THE SHOGUN?!”
Demetrius sighs. There’s so much to unpack, so little time. In a matter of a few weeks The Unstoppable One’s life has truly been just that. Unstoppable. The ever falling sands of time aggressively pushing even harder now that he’s become an overnight sensation for WWH. Demetrius could feel the angry eyes of Thor & Zolton peering down upon him, waiting to crush his momentum. Likewise, he could feel the hatefilled eyes of Mike Mason in particular, behind him. Waiting for the opportunity to drag him back down to the bottom of the card. Perhaps the Shogun really deserved such surprise from Darrius, Georgia, Amadeus and Esther. Maybe Demetrius really was doing too much too fast. And before he knew it, his shooting star could come crashing down to Earth at any moment. But he HAD to maintain positivity. Not just his livelihood, but his family's financial future rests squarely on his shoulders. Where it should’ve been all along. That responsibility has been resumed, and Demetrius has a lot more to fight for than he ever once thought possible. He will bring that weight with him to the ring to counteract the pressure of the glass ceiling barring his entry to the World Championship.
“Yes, THAT Shogun Tournament. I could be on the cusp of greatness here, guys. I’m not about to let any of you down. I’m not going to be any less me from teaming with Eli. I’m not going to be as foolish as to think I can take guys like Zolton and Thor for granted. I may be new, but I aint as green as people think. I cut my teeth in Japan, 6 years. Sure I aint got an Empire to back my accomplishments. I don’t have any world championships to claim my fame. But I’ve got heart. I’ve got hunger. And it aint gonna be satiated just because two veteran’s got chips on their shoulders and wanna take it out on me. I’ll prove that they’ll be biting off a lot more than they can chew, believe me.”
Throughout the conversation, the majority of the people present had finished their generous meals. However, with the Matriarch of House Lane getting up from her seat, she sauntered over to the windowsill, gathering the pecan pie she baked earlier, freshly cooled from the woodland breeze outside. She brings it to the table and lovingly places her hands upon the broad shoulders of her oldest son.
“Well child, I hope you saved some of that hunger for dessert.”
And so, the Lane family enjoyed the rest of their evening in relative peace. Thankful for the blessings bestowed upon them by fortune and God. While Demetrius prepared for the fight of his life at the prelude to Shogun.
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Post by Zolton on Aug 21, 2020 18:25:14 GMT -5
”He came. He saw. He conquered. He is on the path to glory. This is a small speed bump in that journey. Fictional worlds colliding. As the wake of chaos sweeps them away. He is the one and ONLY!!” Comical Gods… Fictional Beasts… One real Man of CHAOS!! *The light begins to fade as the wickedly hot sun begins to dip below the horizon. The background shows tall green trees. Their shadows begin to stretch across the landscape in front of them. The grass lays over slightly as a breeze blows across them. There is a large opening in the trees in which we see the shapes of two beings. One much taller than the other. As they begin to come into focus they are revealed to be none other than Zolton and a pretty female not seen before. Who might this young woman be? The pretty female had come into focus as it shows to be Crystal Kendell. It had been a while since she had been seen. The beautiful blonde looked up at Zolton with a smile on her lips.*"What brought you this way?*He says softly as though he has known her for ages.*"Honestly I had no idea where you went. Didn't expect to see you again after.... You know."*She lightly laughed as she looked down at the ground.*“Well I was just passing by and well, I knew you were around so I just thought I’d stop by.”*She looks up, turning her head facing him as they slowly walk into the clearing.*“Yeah... after everything I just needed to get away and just try and focus on myself...”*He nods in understanding.*"That's completely understandable. I am happy however that you chose to come see me."“Well I’m glad that you are happy that I came, I wasn’t sure if you’d want to see me after I just left...”*She looks up at him with a small smile.*“How are things with you? Anything new?”*He ponders the question as he peers into her beautiful blue eyes with his own.*"Well what part of my life are you wondering about?"“How’s work going?”*She didn’t want to pry into his personal life and seem like she’s obsessed with him. He smiles.*"Well I'm the number one contender for the World Wrestling Headquarters' World Championship. I'm showcasing in another company here and there. Coming up Sunday I have a triple threat match. What about you? Are you still training?"*They continue walking among the shadows cast by the large trees.*“I actually haven’t really done any training recently, I just needed to take some time to better myself before I get back into training.”*She smiles. He nods again, a crooked grin, seemingly flirtatious.*"Ah well bettering yourself is more important than training. So what do you have planned? Are you going to stick around just to be here?"“I haven’t really thought about it until... well now. I mean if you want me to stick around I will.”*She turns as she looks over at him. Her eyes met his gaze as a small flirtatious smile on her lips.*"Admittedly, I have missed you. I hated that you disappeared. Maybe that's the reason..."*He trails off as they stop and he looks down upon her. He seems a little hesitant, but his smile hides the hesitancy. She lightly sighs.*“I know I shouldn’t have just up and left like that but after everything it hurt to much to stick around....”*She looks up with her bright blue eyes.*“What’s the reason?”*He shakes his head a little bit before gazing off into the distance.*"I know it hurt. I was hurt too. We all react differently to things. I'm not mad at you though."*His eyes return to her as he inhales deeply.*"The reason why I've been so horrendous in romantic relationships... Wait..."*He seems to be wanting to grab those words and return them where they came from. What did he mean exactly? Isn't he in a romantic relationship now? She had no idea where this was coming from.. she placed her hand on his arm.*“You don’t have to hide anything from me... Just talk to me...”*She softly ran her hand up and down his arm.*“I’m sure that’s not true..”*He seems too tongue tied around her.*"We've known each other for so long. Actually you're the one person that I've known the longest once I got out of the hospital all those years ago. I just feel conflicted for some reason."*He pauses and decides to take her hand that is rubbing up and down his arm.*"Now after all that time, even when we weren't around one another or speaking to one another. Now you have come back. Is that just a coincidence?"*Where is he going with this? It seems there is a kind of connection there. Whether it is now in this moment or remnants of the past.*“I honestly don’t know if it’s a coincidence or not... we have known each other for God knows how long... but Z... You need to know that there wasn’t a day that went by that I never thought about you...”*She felt his hand placed on hers as she looked down at the ground.*“If you want... I can leave.... if it's making you conflicted...”"No.. No.. No... No. Please don't leave. I believe that would be worse than the current confliction I'm in."*He takes his left index finger and gently raises her chin and eye level.*"Reason why I'm conflicted is I just got into a relationship. It's new. A little awkward honestly. Now you. A level of caring and love that has not been within me since what's her face back in high school that sent me to the hospital."*He gazes into her blue eyes with his own blue eyes.*“I don’t want to complicate things for you... I have always cared about you.... When we met...”*Her eyes meeting his gaze again... Feeling his finger softly on her chin.*“Yeah... I still want to smack the bitch.... I will one day..”*She lightly laughed.*“I wasn’t sure if I was going to come because I knew you got into a relationship with someone... But... I had to see you...”*He smiles as she laughs at her thought of smacking the girl discussed.*"Well I love that you came and I really, really don't want you to leave. I'll figure something out with Oaklynn."*His eyes stay locked on hers. A larger smile grows across his lips.*"I never want you to leave again."*He seemingly ponders over the whole split up comment.*"If her and I do split, it won't be too tragic for me honestly. I like her, yes. But deeply into her? Not so much. My heart seemingly thinks it still belongs to you somehow."“I have to ask.... Did you want to try and reach out...”*She felt relieved, knowing he wasn’t deeply into her.*“You know your heart will always belong to me... Like mine... it will always belong to you...”*He peers at her, his smile slightly fading.*"I tried for a bit but after receiving no answer or call back, I stopped and focused on other things going on in my life."“I really am Sorry.... It was hard to stay away... but it was just too much heartache...“*She lightly sighed once again tilting her face down looking at the ground. He suddenly wraps his arms around her waist and lifts her up.*"I understand. But you're here now. Back in my life. I'm back in yours. I don't want us to be a part again. We could make this work the right way this time."*He sounded suddenly happy. She felt his arms wrapping around her waist as he lifted her effortlessly and she lightly smiled.*“I won’t go anywhere.... I promise I’m here to stay... I know we can work things out...”*He then spins around with a light chuckle.*"Yes. Yes.. This is amazing. I want you to come to my match this weekend, well I have two. And having your support and beauty there will kick me into overdrive to win both match-ups."“I’ll be at both... I promise. Cheering you on.”*She lightly laughs as he spins her around.*“I'm glad that I came back..”*He smiles and gently sets her down.*"That's great to hear. And I'm beyond happy now that you're back in town. Thank you for coming back to me."“You don’t need to thank me....”*They continue on with their stroll as she couldn’t help but to look over at him.. Lightly blushing.*What was that? Seriously? We have so much more to contend with over this nonsense. Don’t you think that is a bit scandalous sir?*Our vision comes into focus upon Zolton himself. His gaze is off to the side as a blue light slowly blinks behind him. I do believe that he is looking at her.*“We do have things to contend with yes. But what you are failing to grasp is that there is so much more to this Chaotic man than eating mouth breathers show after show. I appreciate your focus. I really do. But it doesn’t hurt to take a pause in the ‘piece of shit’ this and ‘fuck off’ that. I know I have a task of a match to overcome this week on Dystopia. I am not going to take that fight lightly. But I wanted to show you the most incredible thing that happened to me earlier today.”Why was the camera even there though? You don’t want Oaklynn to find out about her do you?*His silence actually speaks volumes. That did look like Crystal and him had a past. A distant past that wasn’t relinquished by either one of them.*You seriously don’t care if she finds out?“I don’t. Like I told Crystal, I am not deeply into this yet. Shit, the relationship is what? A month or so old? Plus Crystal happens to mean more to me than any other woman that I’ve been with over the years.”*His eyes shift some. Her angelic voice returns.*Okay. Okay. Enough about all that, that is a path of chaos we will tackle later. Right now though Zolton sir, you not only have one foe, but two at Dystopia.“Their names are Thor and Demetrius Lane, he calls himself Godzilla for some odd reason. Could it be because of his rather large and rather unhealthy looking body?”Aren’t I supposed to ask those types of things?*Zolton chuckles lightly as the blue light is joined by a purple one.*“Yes you are. My apologies. Wait. I am not apologizing for being me. How about we get your opinion on my question”*A short space of silence fills the space. Zolton is now gazing at us. A piercing stare it seems from what we can see under the cape that is his long wavy hair.*Well. Honestly I do believe that is the reason behind the name Godzilla, but he is no joke. He has torn up his opponents up to this point. And Thor is returning after quite a hiatus from World Wrestling Headquarters.“Ah yes Thor. He pretends to be the god of thunder. You know the figurative one and the comic book one. You see little Miss. Comic book heroes are just that. Fictional. Comically drawn and written. What he has yet to grasp is the massive brick wall that he is about to run into.”Godzilla Lane?“Hell no. Me. Lane is more like a huge fluffy fucking pillow for lonely women to feel comforted by.”*Zolton takes his right hand and combs back his hair, only a few strands now remain around his face. His eyes focused and stern as he spoke.*“Thor is past it. This world of wrestling and fighting has surpassed him. He should have stayed away. Is he like Hanson, trying to rekindle successes of the past? Now I know Noah Hanson was a bad example considering he did win the World Title twice. But it is right along the lines of what I am trying to point out. It is time for the young guns. Example being me. As much as I hate him right now, Havoc is a prime example of the talent and skill level that is at the top of this company. Thor obviously didn’t have what it took to maintain that status back in his day, that was the reason he left. He quit.”And you really feel as though Demetrius is some kind of tempurpedic pillow for lonely women to feel some semblance of connection and warmth?*He chuckles again.*“Yes. Now I sit here knowing that was a cheap shot. I got it. I understand that cheap shots are for simpletons like Cedrone and Matthews. But it’s all he presents to me.”What about the matches he has been in? He has quite literally steamrolled over the competition that has been put in front of him.“That may be the truth, but who did he face? Some donks just getting started in this world? Children that have a hard time breathing through their noses? Yes. This is his real test. Can he hang with the top talent of this company. Myself being one notch below the very top.”Okay sir. So it seems you are quite confident going into this match up. But I’d like to get your thoughts about the upcoming Shogun tournament. Is it really true this will be your final hoorah at that Shogun trophy?*Zolton sits without speaking for a moment or time. Again combing back his long wavy hair back as he peers at us, or past us, it is quite difficult to see. The blue and purple lights flash a little faster now. We aren’t seeing the reasoning behind them, but it isn’t our job to think and figure things out.*“Yes it will be my final crack at the illustrious Shogun trophy. One I have been within centimeters of claiming a couple of times in the past. If I cannot get it this year, then that means I just can’t cut it and capture that thing. It won’t be added to my already epic resume to this point.”Okay. Just to let you know sir, just in case you didn’t already know, but Mister Lane is a part of this year’s Shogun tournament?“Ah that makes this triple threat a little more interesting doesn’t it?”*He pauses a moment.*“Well Mister Lane, this is your moment to see if you got what it takes to get past one of the most experienced Shogun competitors that is in this year’s tournament. If you happen to sneak away with a victory, it will give you some semblance of momentum moving into the tournament. I might even applaud you, especially if you harness that to make it past your first round foe, whomever that might be. Is Thor in it too?” As of right now, it doesn’t show his name. But there is an unknown participant that will be representing Norway. Could be the god of thunder himself.*Zolton smiles in an arrogant way.*“That is quite hilarious to me. I did enjoy those Avengers comics when I was younger, but Thor doesn’t exist in this reality. Will he come to the ring with a fake hammer? Wearing the armor Thor wore in the comics?”I honestly do not know sir.“Meh. I guess we will find out when the night arrives. One thing Thor needs to know. I once was the self proclaimed God of all Gods. Hilarious moniker I know, but to put it in perspective, if that moniker was real, and he was truly the god of thunder. Would that make me more powerful and exceptional than him? It would. That is the point I am trying to make there. It is all really irrelevant though. Godzilla is just a rather large man with some confidence behind him. Thor is just another guy with a bullshit name. I am Zolton. The number one contender for World Wrestling Headquarters’ World Championship. I can sit here and continue to barrage you and the world about how amazing I am. My technical expertise when it comes to submissions. My prowess when it comes to striking is unmatched by few, especially in this company. I could also sit here and exclaim that my size and strength isn’t matched by anyone. The reality is simply this however, the words are worthless. Any shit talking that comes from the mouths of those two is meaningless. What truly matters is what you bring in that ring on the night. Can you two shine in the bright lights? Will you be able to rise to the occasion when all is on the line? I guess at Dystopia we will find out.”Really quick Z, sir.*His head shoots to his right, our left, we assume she is over there. The blue and purple lights are flashing at a speed that could induce a seizure in an epileptic.*“What is it little Miss?”*Silence fills the space again.*Well with all of that out of the way. What are you going to do if Oaklynn does find out about Crystal? That you were hanging around her and hugging her?*Z straightens up slightly.*“Well that came out of nowhere. Considering the topics of the conversation thus far. But to answer your question. I will do nothing but tell the truth. If Oaklynn gets all butt hurt or broken hearted over it. I will have to just say, have a nice life. If I was forced to make a choice between the two, which is probably going to happen, I am going to be with Crystal. She means and has meant so much more to me that Oaklynn does now, or could ever be honestly. Any other pop quiz questions? Or can we go ahead and conclude this thing?”*More silence.*“The end of this night of action will see my hand raised. Plain and simple. The lights of these two fools will be extinguished.”*All of a sudden the blinking colored lights are gone and so is every other light. We are left in darkness.*“Enjoy the darkness.”*Zolton whispers the words before leaving us in silence. Done.*
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Former Champion
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Post by Sah'ta Thor on Aug 21, 2020 22:59:58 GMT -5
It had been several days since Nathaniel Grant had gone to war in a flaming barbed wire wrapped table match in a championship fight. A match that ended with his body being lit on fire as he fell through a table. He could make excuses about it considering that only hours earlier he had been in a fight for another company to see if he could become the number one contender for a title there. A match that had ended in a loss. So all in all Nathaniel Grant or as the wrestling world knew him Sah'ta Thor had went zero and two on the night.
Only connection between the two places was the way they supposed he valued him as a person. However, that wasn't all that had happened to him that night. No, leaving the arena of his second match he had been jumped by a group of unknown assailants. He had been left in a pool of his own blood for at least an hour before someone had found him. Yet, that was just how his week started and as it was nearing its end there was still more to do. Some would say that it was his own fault for spreading himself so thin but honestly he had his reasons. Reasons that many people knew about. However, it wasn't something that the World Wrestling Headquarters knew about and he wasn't sure when he would reveal his medical issues to them. No he had learned the wisdom of keeping that to himself. He had been reminded that no one gave a shit about him in this business. Yet, for all of that he still had a job to do this weekend. A job that he needed to address before something came up that prevented him from doing so. He needed to look forward to what he hoped would be a new beginning for him in a company that he had been run out of years prior. So he grabs his cell phone and begins to record his thoughts. "So here we are on the cusp of another episode of Dystopia. Last show I shocked you all by coming back to the World Wrestling Headquarters. I made it clear that night what my first goal is and yet still I sense that many who have heard of me think I am a joke. Let me be clear, the current WWH International Title is a mockery of the legacy the previous line had. We all know what happened to the original International TItle on the whims of Adrian Hart. It was retired and then completely forgotten like many things that Adrian Hart didn't like or think worked any more. Those of you who know of my prior run here in the World Wrestling Headquarters probably think I quit and walked away after losing a few matches. Yes I lost those matches and had things go wrong in my career here but I was quietly fired and told that if I came back I would be arrested for trespassing. There is more to that story by I digress. What is important is the here and now in the currently WWH setup. I see a man calling himself the WWH International Champion who has no idea the blood sweat and tears that the original belt had to its legacy. In fact, I am not sure many on the roster understand the joke they are allowing to happen with that belt. When I first heard about the change of ownership and how the titles were currently laid out I had several ideas on what I wanted to do if I came back. You all heard the direction I am going initially. Sure Cedrone is the officially recognized International Champion but I have more right to claim that he does. I held the original WWH International Championship for approximately two months. I will make this clear enough so all of you at home can understand me. I have no hatred of the current International Champion. My goal is to bring a part of this company's great history back to prevalence. To do that I need to face the winner of whoever wins the International Championship match that takes place on the upcoming edition of Dystopia." Nathaniel pauses in his speech as he takes a deep breath. "However, I digress and get ahead of myself. You see I have to first make it through my own match at Dystopia. A match against the nearly named number one contender for the WWH World Title in Zoltan and the impressive new star in Demetrius Lane. I have been trying to think about this match rationally since I first heard about it and I can't think of anything that makes sense here. I didn't expect to be tossed into a match like this from the get go. However, let's be honest here while I may not have had the greatest run the last time I was here I did hold gold here during that time. I admit that I am curious, what is the point of this match? Is it meant to break me before I even make my return? Is it meant as a means to push Demetrius Lane in a match that should he win gets him express booking to the top of the card? Is it meant to get Zolton a win in a challenging match to justify his right to face Havoc for the WWH World Title? Or is this match purely the result of random booking? I don't have the answer to that and in the end it doesn't really matter. You see folks on Dystopia I plan on doing my level best to walk out of this match as the winner. If that doesn't happen I will at least do my best to show you all that I am not some old man that is easy to push over in the ring. I may be beat and battered from other obligations but come Dystopia that won't matter as I will do my besty to show you all that I am still a threat in the ring. I will show you all that even though I was forced out of this company once before that I belong here. So see you at Dystopia when I show you all that I still belong between the ropes." With those words Nathaniel ends the record and sends it to the WWH before going to rest.
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