| Psycho Sandra vs. Ethan Von Eisen |
Psycho Sandra #1 Fade
in to the inside of a bar. The place looks dingy, unkept, but teeming with
life. There are a lot of men wearing biking leathers, a women that either
are hookers, or simply give off the air that they are. The song "Honkeytonk
Badonkadonk" plays over the radio, and two men are fighting over a
pool table. Psycho Sandra walks through the door, wearing a pair of ray
bans, a black tank top, and chaps over her blue jeans. Slung over her
shoulder is a black leather purse, studded with steel spikes and buckles.
Huge metal infused New Rock made thudding noises as she walks over to the
bar. |
| Protean vs. Sirus Moran |
Sirus Moran #1 “Those
who ignore the past are doomed to fail history.” Protean #1 Albuquerque, New Mexico. The basement of the Seldon residence has gone through a number of changes in recent years. Until quite recently it served as a temporary accommodation for some of SiD's members in training, and before that it served as a training room for Jacob and Lisa themselves. Currently however it is being transformed into something of a second living room - that is, a living room which looks to remain dominated by a sixteen foot by sixteen foot wrestling ring. The problem was that once they got the ring in there, seven months ago, it was such an effort that they couldn't bring themselves to take it out again. When you turn on your TV to hear XTC lecturing someone on having a bad gimmick, you have to suspect something is terribly wrong with the world. And then you realize you're under contract with an incarnation of the PWA brought about by Chamelion, and you begin to wonder if maybe this actually is doomsday. I'll let you know if I work it out. Which is why we now find Jacob sat on the ring apron, his head cupped in his hands as he stares up into the camera. A vintage black "I'm Nick F'N Cole" tee-shirt adorns him, leading down into a pair of frayed and torn jeans and pale, bare feet. The usual cigarette rests atop his bottom lip - not that you can tell but it's a Camel Non-Filter, the store was all out of Malboros. Jamie, it's refreshing to hear you finally speaking out against the dead hand of history that has been holding you down for so long. Or at least it would be if you weren't essentially regurgitating what I was saying a year ago - saying with far greater poignancy and eloquence than you have been, I might add. Go back, check my tapes, specifically the one where I talk about Jeffery Drake being overrated and the AoWF being dead. See just how many of those little key phrases you can pick out that match up almost exactly with what you had to say this week. Do that, and then ask yourself how exactly you can claim to be able to provide this sport with a future if you're yet to find anything original to say about it. Which in itself is pretty funny considering this latest piece was supposed to be you not reciting lines spoken years ago. You're right though, I did leap at the first chance I got to compete at Night of Armageddon. Primarily because despite what you and I might think of it - which by the way, is another classic example of you tripping over my own footprints, just go back and look at what I was saying around the time of last year's NoA - it's still a widely recognized and watched event, and as such is a satisfactory if not ideal stage for our little face-off. I think you and I both know the stage we would have preferred, for irony's sake if nothing else, but sadly they don't hold those events anymore. He cocks an eyebrow with a slight smirk and flicks the cigarette at the camera... where it falls just short of bouncing off the lens. He's probably annoyed about that, but he's not about to show it. Sirus, your apparent desire to see my exit from both this company and this business comes, I must admit, as something of a surprise. Especially considering that if this promotion really does fail, I can't imagine who else is going to employ you. It was after all I who kept you in gainful employment both in pR:V and in the FWC after the collapse of the High Impact Competition, and my wife against whom you have had perhaps your only memorable recent matches. I can think of nobody else who would employ you, essentially a one trick pony, whose trick only makes sense in a PWA ring; to say nothing of anybody else who would employ you at the same wage rate as a successful superstar half your age. But alright, since you ask... August 5th, 2007. That's when I will finally hang up my boots. A little over a year from today, I will retire permanently from my active participation in the sport of professional wrestling. You may now feel free to go ahead and start planning your party, while at the same time worrying about where your next meal is going to come from after that date. As for the here and now, what can I say? You're one of the best. The very fact that you proved in this very company that you could hold your own against men like Jeffery Drake, to name but one, is a clear indication of that. For that fact alone, I have nothing but respect for you. I've often publically said as much, though your latest promo seems to suggest that maybe you weren't listening. At the same time, however, that respect is tempered with the knowledge that as good as you ever were, your great battles were a very long time ago. That's not to say that you're washed up, of course, my own small efforts made sure that nobody could make that claim... just that, like I was saying in my last promo, every man reaches the point where the struggle to keep up with the newer generations of superstars becomes an exercise in futility. Whether or not you have reached that point remains to be seen. And I will say that should you pull out the victory against me, I will accept my defeat without the slightest hint of embarassment. Whatever I may have done to keep you on those cards in FWC and pR:V, once you were on them there were few men - or women for that matter - who could out do you in the ring. Only my wife can claim to have really held her own against you, and at Rampage I suppose we discover whether or not it runs in the extended family. The funny thing is he's had that date noted down on his calendar for months, but until now it hasn't seemed entirely real. His career has always been one long mess, without a beginning, middle or end. But now, now it has a linear structure, and suddenly how the final stretch plays out becomes of vital importance. Sandra, I have to apologize for taking such an unreasonably long time in getting back to you, I've never been one to keep a lady waiting. It's just that I was so thrown off my guard when you responded to my decrying you as not funny by cutting a promo that was... well... not funny, that it took me this long to ascertain whether there was something I was missing. You're right though, I don't know you, and you don't know me. The difference is that I never claimed to, where as you felt the need to rant on about me being a Goth and worshipping Brandon Lee and all manner of other such things. And I'm afraid to say you were a little off-kilter with your aspersions. I'm not a Goth. Not least because I'm married and my wife wouldn't let me leave the house with more make-up on than her, but also because given the amount of money I make per year, I can afford not to shop at Hot Topic. Just like I'm not depressed, for the same reasons, and also because if I were then I'd probably feel the need to give myself some kind of compensatory ring name like - I don't know - "Psycho" or something. Oh and I certainly don't worship Brandon Lee, that would be Erik Draven that you're thinking of. He rolls his eyes. It's a cheap and over-used joke, but he figures it still has some mileage in it. And last but not least - Mark. Glad to know you're comfortable enough with yourself to do exactly what I said you would. Just as glad to know you're happy to give me a lecture on being opinionated while you do it. You do have a point though, I am pretty opinionated; always have been, always will be. Considering my track record, I'd say I have a right to be, and considering your track record, well... let's just say if I were in your position I'd be practicing the virtue of silence a little more often. Or maybe I wouldn't, I'm a pretty hypocritical fellow sometimes. See You Space Cowboy. Fade. |
| Alex Wilkie vs. King Agony |
Alex Wilkie #1 (For
those of you wondering, the starting of this roleplay is a series of blog
entries and answers in Alex’s MySpace) |
| Brymstone vs. XTC |
Brymstone #1 There is nothing now but a quick replay of the vicious end to the match featuring Brymstone and Scotty Snow. Brymstone grabs Scotty Snow up into a fireman's carry and then brings him down violently into a sitout tombstone piledriver, only to grab the man up again and do it once more with even more force before stepping on him to pin him. Of course that was just momentary flash, and soon it fades into nothingness. We are joined once more by Brymstone himself in a gym, slamming his large soupbone like fists into a triple reinforced heavy bag, which still shudders dangerously with each devastating strike. A few moments later, a small older Japanese man steps forward and bows towards him before speakingExcuse me, Ashuramu-san, but there is a Bud Adams wishing to speak with you about your match next week with XTC. Brymstone only nods and the older Japanese man leaves only to return with Bud Adams, who after seeing the match vs Scotty Snow seems a bit apprehensive to be standing this close to Brymstone. He clears his throat and approaches within striking distance before looking up at the giant of a man It's been a while hasn't it Brymstone? One of the last times we were standing this close to one another, you chokeslammed me.Bud pauses a moment at the rather annoyed look Brymstone gives him before deciding to move on. Well.. You're now back in the PWA, your first match was a win, and you now seemingly have an alliance with your brother in law Erik Draven. All in all, it seems like a rather monumental return to the ring. What are your thoughts?Brymstone remains silent a moment as if considering his words, when that small slight smile of grim determination spreads across his lips, causing Bud to jump back a step or two. XTC. Yes, your next match is with XTC, but what about this past week? This past week is gone, what was done cannot nor will not be undone. It serves no purpose to sit here and go over what happened. I won. Scotty Snow should have remembered the last time we had competed against one another that he should never step into a ring against me. XTC however is another matter and one I will address now. Alright. XTC then. He had an impressive showing at the first Rampage of the PWA's return against Ethan Von Eisen. He hit The Overdose and that was it for the match. Yes. He did. But that was against a man more his size. He gives up a foot of reach and 110 pounds to me. Oh sure, but he's going to be quicker than you being smaller. How are you going to counter that quickness? I have destroyed many smaller and quicker than him. I made my career in the GWF, long before I came to the PWA, by crushing cruiserweights. Speed is a wonderful thing to have, but it will only serve him by making him lose tired. Bud looks about the now empty gym, noticing that he and Brymstone are the only ones here other than the camera and sound crew and frowns but decides to press on with the job Just a few more things Brymstone. What about this alliance with Erik Draven? You two seemed to be the last pair anyone would think would work together..and all of the sudden, you show up in the middle of his match against Alex Wilkie and cause him to lose via DQ, and then...you shake his hand after he destroys him! Why Draven? Why the man who crossed paths with your wife? I mean.. given your penchant for...dealing with those who even look at her wrong I would figure... That is where you, like most people, fail. You do not realize the larger picture. Who else could I trust but blood? Who else was worthy enough but blood? Not many realize the value of blood..of trust..but then again, those that do are fated to surpass those that do not. I see.. Well, there is one more thing I would as- No. No more questions. You may leave now, Bud. I am done with you. But I have a few more things to discuss and It would be a shame to have this wonderful little visit end poorly... Much like it did last time..wouldn't it Bud? Brymstone flashed a dark, wolfish smile that seemed far too predatory for its own good as he towered over Bud. Bud just quietly nodded and turned to the camera crew and motioned for them to cut the tape and the scene abruptly crashes into static |