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Post by Penny & Jayce Idol on Oct 10, 2021 10:31:06 GMT -5
LOCATION & ARENA Syrene, California The Elysium Arena
ROLEPLAY DEADLINES Friday, October 29th, 2021 at 9 PM PST, Midnight EST, 11 PM CT (US) Saturday, October 30th, 2021 at 5 AM (UK)
ROLEPLAY LIMIT ONE per competitor [unless otherwise stated]
Match Five: Word Limit: 2500 Nick Sanderson vs Lady Gwen Black Rumor has is that Nick Sanderson has re-signed with the WWH and is expected to be in the building come Dystopia. As we last saw Gwen Black, she's ready to make a statement. What bigger statement than defeating a former champion? Expect fireworks!
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Former Champion
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Post by nicksanderson on Oct 29, 2021 7:04:43 GMT -5
We open on a cloudy fall day, the snow capped peaks of the Sierra Nevada mountains can be seen in the background. They frame the quiet and unmoving Lake Tahoe itself, almost like a picture book now that all the hustle and bustle of the summer season has well and truly gone. We move over to a sizable log home, complete with a large wooden deck which runs off the back of the house and right onto the lawn which itself leads to the surrounding woodland. A medium sized, six-seater outdoor set of furniture decorates the deck and it’s there we spy someone who has made himself home on one of the chairs.
The man’s back is to us as he sits, presumably enjoying the peace and quiet of being alone in such a place. It certainly couldn’t be the weather as we can tell by the man’s visible breath. The temperature outside would be below 45 degrees at least. As we move closer, we see the man is none other than the former two time WWH World champion himself, Nick Sanderson. He’s looking a little more his age since we last saw him, following his defeat at the hands of Noah Hanson. He’s got more lines of age on his face, and his beard has patches of white.
Unknown Voice: “Why you sit out here, I’ll never know Nick Sanderson…it’s freezing!”
A female voice is heard as the sound of a sliding glass door closing follows it. A small woman, younger than Nick, with long raven black hair walks towards him. She’s bundled in a thick coat, which looks slightly comical due to her small stature. In her hands are two cups, who’s steam can be seen as she walks towards him.
Nick: “I came out here to escape hun.”
The woman reaches Nick, passing him his cup as she leans over his shoulder and plants a kiss on his lips. Alexandra “Pixie” Sanderson seats herself comfortably in his lap as she holds her own cup and takes a sip.
Alex: “Escape what, pray tell?”
Nick chuckles and sets down his cup before holding up the same hand to his wife. She snickers as she notices the poorly applied bubblegum pink polish on his nails. Nick shakes his head as he takes up his cup, sipping the coffee and smiling.
Alex: “She just likes spending time with you, that’s all…you know she’s a daddy’s girl. But look on the bright side, she’s got good taste. The pink really brings out your eyes.”
She laughs as Nick reaches into the coat to give her a playful tickle.
Nick: “Oh yeah? Is that so?”
Nick holds her as she laughs and squirms in his lap. She nods, before almost slipping her cup of coffee on them both.
Alex: “Wait, wait, coffee!”
Nick abruptly stops, realizing what almost happened as she catches her breath and steadies her grip on the cup. She looks over at him and shakes her head with a grin.
Alex: “That…would have been quite painful.”
Nick: “Well, you knew that when you married me.”
Alex: “Knew what?”
Nick: “That I’m a pain.”
He laughs and takes another drink as she leans against him, placing her head on his shoulder as they snuggle together on the deck. He places his coffee down, a small sigh escaping his lips as he looks out at the water of the lake.
Alex: “Ha Ha… elite caliber wrestler, world class husband, amazing father…*and* a comedian too boot. However did I get so lucky?”
She reaches up with her hand, gently cupping his cheek as her thumb strokes his beard. He doesn’t move, continuing his gaze unbroken.
Nick: “Can I ask you something, honestly?”
Alexandra moves her head away, looking up into her husband’s face, a semi look of concern on hers.
Alex: “Of course you can, always. You know that…why, what’s wrong?”
Nick sighs again, his eyes closing for a moment. When he opens them again, he’s looking down at her. He’s got an air of insecurity about him, which was very unlike her husband. She had known Nick Sanderson for long enough, even before they had married. She couldn’t remember the last time he seemed to second guess himself.
Nick: “Do you think I’m making a mistake?”
Alex: “We already had this discussion Nick…months ago. When you first came to me with the thought of going back there. I told you then, and I’ll tell you now, you will always…*always*…have my full support.”
She takes his head, squeezing it to emphasize her seriousness to him.
Alex: “Wrestling is what you love to do…you’re great at it, it made us who we are…it’s provided us with this beautiful house…”
She gestures towards the house behind them.
Alex: “It brought you to me…and you have a little girl in there who thinks the world of you. You know wrestling for me, wasn’t the same as it is for you. But if this is something you're passionate about doing, if it’s going to make you happy, then go Nick. Do it with my blessings. Because I’d rather you go out there and get whatever closure you need, than not do it and end up miserable here.”
Nick cracks a smile as he looks down at her.
Nick: “I know…I know…it’s just, when we first discussed all this, it was way, way off in the distance and now…”
Alex: “Now it’s right in front of you and you’re starting to doubt yourself?”
Nick nods his head a little bit and takes another sip of his coffee.
Alex: “Have they told you who your first match back would be with?”
Nick: “Mmm…Lady Gwendolyn Black.”
Nick notices the somewhat puzzled look on his wife’s face. To be fair to her, it had been almost two and a half years since either of them had been backstage at a WWH event.
Nick: “She’s Gary Black’s missus.”
Alex:” Ahhh!”
She takes a drink of her coffee and nods her head.
Alex: “Didn’t realize he was married…she any good?”
Nick nods.
Nick: “I was going back to try and look up the stuff WWH has done after I left but it looks like maybe some of the rights were lost? Trying to track down archival stuff is tough, but from what I could tell she’s part of a stable, or at least she was. She does well for herself in tag matches, though I’m not sure how successful she's been on her own. Tag Team wrestling is a totally different beast.”
Alex nods as the fact Nick had never won tag team gold came to his mind. Having to put your trust in someone, and rely on them to get the job done had never been Nick’s strong suit.
Nick: “But she’s big for a female wrestler…got a bit of weight to her. Gary isn’t a pushover, he knows his shit. And if she’s been in the business as long as he has, which…if I was betting man I’d say she has, then she’d have to be good. Very good. You’d think if she was talented enough to peak Gary’s interest way back when, add the experience of wrestling on her own, plus whatever little nuggets he’s offered her…”
He trails off as he pauses, the thoughts about the upcoming match clearly running through his head.
Nick: “…she’s a dangerous proposition.”
His wife snort laughs and polishes off the rest of the coffee in her cup.
Alex: “And you’re not?”
Nick: “ I didn’t mean – “
She sits up a bit in his lap, placing her coffee cup on the patio table as she places her arms around his neck.
Alex: “You’re Nick Sanderson…Nick…*fucking*…Sanderson okay? Did she outlast 30 of the toughest sons of bitches around to win a Rumble? Hm? Did she Main Event Dreamstate? Did she win the WWH World title from Randy goddamned Fields? No…”
Nick smirks, as he shakes his head. She takes her hand, grabbing his chin and holding it so they’re eye to eye.
Alex: “Did she run through the competition like a buzzsaw and win the Shogun? Did she beat Noah Hanson for the WWH World title? Is she in the Hall of Heroes?”
Nick closes his eyes and sighs, he saw the look on her face. A look he had seen multiple times and was never fond when it made an appearance. His wife was, of course, right. Two and half, almost three years layoff in wrestling was never ideal. It was a different proposition entirely when you took into account Nick's age.
Nick: "Okay, okay...you made your point Alexandra. I know what I've done win WWH hun, but this business isn't about what you *have* done. It's about what you've done *lately* and for me? Well, that's a fat lot of nothing. Plus…"
He reaches down, his hand gently rubbing at his knee under his denim jeans. The cold had always given him grief, but on the really bad days it was like an ice pick was stabbing at it. He gently stretches it out a bit as he smiles at his wife.
Nick: "I don't like the idea of going out there with a wheel that's not reliable. If something were to happen, if Gwendolyn Black decides she's gonna tie me up into a pretzel then this could be a real short comeback. Maybe it's not the first match back, or the seconds of the twentieth but...I don't want to stick Lili with half a father you know?"
He sighs again and polishes off his coffee as his wife takes both their cups. She gives him an annoyed look as she slides off his lap and kisses his forehead.
Alex: "Well then I guess you're gonna have to do what you do best, aren't ya? Go out there and beat her ass into the dirt. Wipe off your boots when you're done, and then go out there and do it the next week. It's gonna be a slog at first but the fact is you are far too good in that ring. It's like riding a bike, it'll come back. And before you know I'll be rubbing you down with Tiger Balm like I was doing five, ten years ago."
She laughs as she walks away from the table.
Alex: "I always hated that smell…"
Nick: "You loved it!"
Nick calls over his shoulder with a laugh as his wife slides open the glass door which lead into the kitchen.
Liliana: "Daaaaaaaaaaaad!"
Alex looks back at her husband with a mischievous grin.
Alex: "You're being summoned dear."
She lets out a wicked laugh as Nick groans, shaking his head as he gets to his feet. He gives one last look at the lake before turning his back on the pristine waters and walking towards the house.
Nick: "Yeah, yeah, I'm coming...I'm coming!"
He half shouts, half speaks as he makes his way inside. The sliding glass door is pulled closed behind him as the warmth of the fire coming through from the living room hits his face. He runs his hands, the friction forcing the hold out as he walks towards his daughter's voice. 'Just like riding a bike huh?' he thinks to himself, 'A very old, rusted, broken down bike. This is going to be a painful journey'.
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