Post by theconspiracy on Aug 15, 2017 15:55:52 GMT
"The old, torn up brick walls of this gym. The weights are rusted, the bars are bent. There's more dings in the floor from weights dropping, than there are days in a year."
Andreas is kneeling in front of the squat rack.
AL: it's endearing, to me. For most, this is just a gym. A place where meat heads come to get jacked, sell steroids, and trade recipes for chicken and brown rice.
Andreas stands and faces the camera.
AL: Nothing could be further from the truth. This place is my home. It's home to many of our patrons. Men and women who sweat, and sacrifice, in order to be the best they can be. The most physically spectacular their body can withstand. This is a house of dedication, of suffering, and of progress. With the former two leading to the latter.
He runs a hand over the squat rack.
AL: I used this exact rack, for over a year. I built my foundation here. I'm forever grateful for finding here. I got in shape because of this place, if I hadn't been here I don't know if I'd ever have accomplished my goals. If I would've attained the body I have now.
Andreas removes his hand from the rack.
AL: Our bodies are gifts, and we should worship them as such. Hence why I came here. To pray at the alter, that built me from the ground up. I put in work. So I was rewarded. Not everyone puts in the work.
AL: It's been quite some time since John showed any progress. He does foolish things, and says foolish things. He inserts himself where he doesn't belong. He's corrupting Darius, and while I'm grateful for that, it's all he's doing. He's become stagnant. Been in this company, longer than anyone. Still isn't world champion. He lacks drive, and ambition. His dumpy body is a perfect example, that he needs to workout at a place like this.
Andreas motions to the gym around him, and smiles.
AL: If he came here, my colleagues would help him. They'd make him look, and perform, on a much higher level. If only he'd believe. Maybe he would make it somewhere. Maybe one day, he will pray to the gods as I have.
Andreas tenses his arms to his side, and flexes his muscles, from his forearms, all the way up to his neck.
AL: For now, however, I am his god. I am his lord. I, am his reckoning day.
Post by theconspiracy on Aug 15, 2017 21:35:05 GMT
Darius sits in his hotel beside the bed. He has a cup of tea in his hands. Sway sits in an armchair on the other side of the room.
DS: Why did you come back?
SA: What am I going to do? Continue preaching gospel to men who would rather be stealing and fighting than listen to me?
DS; There are no lost causes in god's eyes.
SA: Well last time I checked, I see through nobody's eyes but my own.
Darius raises his glass, nodding to Sway. The Elder stands off in the corner behind Sway. Darius notices him, and gets visibly angry.
DS: I'm going to rid my mind of you one day...
SA: Good luck with that. I plan to be around for a while.
DS: I'm not talking to you... I'm talking to him.
Darius points behind Sway.
Sway turns around, and sees nothing but a wall behind him.
SA: What the hell?
Darius shakes his head, placing his hand on his forehead.
DS: One of the men I'd killed. His memory still lives on inside my head.
Sway looks at Darius, puzzled.
SA: This is why you're doing so shit right now. You've gone insane.
Darius shakes his head, before downing his tea
DS: If I'm insane now, I've always been insane. That's okay though. I'll be alright.
SA: You're facing the Answer this week. That man took the tag titles from you. He beat you last--
Darius hurls the mug at the window, shattering the mug and cracking the window.
DS: I know what happened. John Styles keeps fucking my matches up. So I told him, if he interferes this time, I'll take his head off, then have him fired. Tonight, no distractions, I take on the Answer, one on one. I will beat him, and then I can focus on all this John Styles business.
Sway nods, and clasps his hands.
SA: No distractions? Should I come down and keep watch?
Darius waves a hand, dismissing the notion.
DS: No, no. You've been a great help in the past--
SA: I know I have...
Darius pauses, before shaking his head and continuing.
DS: However, it's not needed.
Darius lowers his head, and looks at his cup. His indifferent expression morphs into a scowl.
DS: I hope you're not under the impression that I owe you anything...
Sway shakes his head, and smiles.
SA: I don't think you owe me anything. If I come to a point where I believe you do, I'll simply take it from you.
Darius' focus snaps towards Sway.
SA: Yes, I did just say that. No, there will be nothing you can do about it. If I learned anything from you, it is this: Take what you want from life, and hope life takes nothing from you.
Sway stands, and slides on his jacket.
SA: Life has already taken from me. I intend to take back.
Post by Big Baby Bubby Daniel on Aug 16, 2017 22:09:48 GMT
Daniel’s Post for the tag-team match
”You did it, Daniel! Christ above, you did it! You proved yourself as the number 1 champion in GCW!” Manny is practically jumping around the hotel room with excitement as he stands beside his client, who definitely seems less enthused about the whole ordeal.
Daniel sits at the edge of his bed with one of his boots between his knees with a polishing rag in his hands. He stops polishing, choosing instead to stare at Manny until the shorter man finally calms down a little. ”I didn’t prove myself as number 1, Manny. Far from it.”
”...What? Whaddya mean ‘Far from it’? You were in a fatal four way with all da other champions, and you won it! That should be enough ta say you’re number 1, Danny.”
”Not ’all da other champions’, Manny. Just the other main ones. Besides, I beat Answer, but only him. The other two wandered off well before I made my move. Far as I see it, I didn’t beat them. If I had launched them outta the ring, and pinned Answer when they were out of the picture? Then yes, I’d be the best, but I didn’t, so I’d hold off on that enthusiasm for now, buddy.” Daniel offers a quick smile before turning back to shining his boots.
”Ah...well...Maybe I didn’t think about that! But you know what, it doesn’t matter! Not a bit! Y’know, you’re fighting one of those champions that wandered off next show, so...y’know...you can beat him up then! No biggie! One step closer to being the top dog! The cream of the crop! Number one!”
”Hmm…Speaking of ‘One’, I’ve apparently been put into a tag team with ‘the One’ himself, huh? Mr. JensONE.” Daniel continues smiling as he thinks about that play on words.
”Er...yeah. You are. I mean, I reckon it ain’t too bad a gig, y’know? You didn’t seem to mind him winnin’ that title, and, uh, he seems like a chill enough guy. Should be an easy time, eh?” Manny shrugs, seeming slightly uncomfortable for the first time since the conversation started. After all, since El Masko was injured, Daniel had a tendency to get rather...touchy around the topic of tag teams.
Daniel stands up, and puts his boots back on, and shrugs into a jacket hanging on his door, and slides some blue jeans over his usual speedo. ”Only one way to find out.” he says simply.
”Gotta drop by Jensen’s room. See how he views the whole ordeal.” Is all Daniel responds with before he leaves.
”Jensen? It’s Daniel.” Daniel calls as he knocks on his partner for the week’s door. To his surprise, the door opens ever so slightly as he knocks, leading him to open it further. ”Jensen…?” he calls out a bit louder as he enters, ready to leap into action if it turned out that the wrestler was under some sort of duress. ”Are you th-Oh! Okay. I guess you are in here.”
”Hello? Uh… we didn’t order room service…”
”Who is it? Oh! Jensen, that’s not service that’s...uh...that’s Daniel, your tag partner...hi, Daniel.”
”...Hello, Ms. Sparkle.” Daniel seems somewhat shocked at the sight of the two, but quickly turns his attention back to Jensen.
”Before you say anything, Daniel, this isn’t what it looks like. See, we’re trying to unlock our ki points through a new form of yog-”
”Look, Jensen, Daniel smoothly interrupts, ”I don’t really care what’s going on here, I just came to talk to you about our match Friday.” he still looks confused, but he appears to be trying to force through it in order to get his point across. ”See, after Masko got put out of action, I didn’t really reckon that I wanted to be in a tag team anymore. Feels like I’m betraying the guy, but since we were forced together, I-Jesus, I didn’t even know legs could bend that way.”
”They can! You see, through practice, the human body can obtai-”
”Just an idle thought, Jensen. Nothing more.” Daniel once again interrupts, much to the annoyance of his tag partner. ”Anyway. Since we’ve been put together, I wanted to tell you that, while not my choice, you can trust me not to turn on you. I will do everything I can to make our fight together work.”
”Um, well, thank you Daniel. Would...would you like to join us?” Jensen offers.
”...No. No I would not. I think this...what you’re doing is...uh...a bit out of my area of expertise. I mean, I’m just looking at this and, uh...no. Like, what’s with that thing on Ms. Sparkles head?”
”It’s all part of the ritual.” is all Jensen offers.
”And all these candles?” Daniel gestures to the sparse candles around the room
”They set the mood.” Jensen shrugs.
”Yeah. All this. The feathers, the...weird bundle of sage in the corner.”
”It’s supposed to be burnt sage.”
”The weird ‘supposed to be burnt sage’ in the corner, all of this is a little off to me, buddy. I think I’m gonna just go back to my room, if it’s fine with you. I just came to let you know that I’m not gonna give you any less than 100 percent. I...will...see you at the match.”
”You’re missing out, Daniel. This is a soul expanding experience. Please shut the door on your way out, if you can.”
Daniel, obviously a bit shaken from the experience, closes Jensen’s door, and goes back to his room.
"So... this is what she wanted all along, huh...?"
Pryce muses out loud as he leans back in his chair armchair, smiling bitterly into a mug of coffee. The match was decided - it would be himself and Chiyoko... against the entirety of Camber and her own forces. Chiyoko herself sits on a hotel bed nearby, legs crossed, frantically ticking away at her laptop.
"Kh...!" She grits her teeth. "Wh... What did she mean? The... Fire Kingdom?" Her face scrunches up in concern. "All of her followers? Wh-what is it, a cult?" She leans forward, adjusting her reading glasses as she squints at the computer screen. She stares at it for a few moments, her gaze fixated on the information before her. Finally, she sighs. "Hgh..." She hangs her head in frustration, her efforts fruitless. "Is... is this Fire Kingdom even real...?"
"Oh..." Pryce starts, his tone flat and tired. "It's real, alright..."
"Huh?" She glances across the bed to him. "What do you mean?" She frowns. They had no information or records on this kingdom... How would he know what to- ...oh. Chiyoko's eyes widen in realization. Of course he'd know, she thought - he was in Camber's clutches for a week. She had no doubt he may have seen some... things. "D... Do you remember anything?" She asks gingerly. "Anything from... when... when they..." She hesitates. "...From when they took you?"
"...Hm." He stares into his mug, swirling around the liquid inside. "Only that there were several people who showed up. I have no doubt that she has... many more of 'em." He stops, tilting the mug toward himself. "Otherwise? I spent a lot of it... unconscious." He frowns. "But... from what little I did see... There was much darkness. And... flames." His eyes glaze over as his voice drops to a hushed tone. "...Many... many flames..."
Chiyoko winces at his visible trauma. "Gh... This... This was her plan all along, wasn't it...?!" She balls her hands into fists, looking aside. "She couldn't face me one on one... so... s-so she took you..." She looks back to him. "And she knew I'd do whatever it took to protect you...! And now..." Chiyoko winces. "And she's snaked her way into outnumbering us..."
"...Haaah." He sighs.
"...Mr. Pryce?" A look of concern crosses her face. "...What is it?"
"I think..." He smiles weakly. "...you should start looking for a new manager."
"What? Why?" She scoots to the edge of her bed, sitting near him. "Did... you get in trouble with KiriCan, or something? Are they mad at you for getting kidnapped?!" She furrows her brow at the assumption. "They wouldn't do that, would they?!"
"What?! No!" She reaches out to him, determined. "I'll protect you! I swear I'll protect you!" Her manager merely shakes his head.
"Chiyo... you said it yourself: they outnumber us." He gestures vaguely in emphasis. "It's us two against all of them, and..." He looks to the floor with a sigh. "You know I can't fight. If anything... I'll be weighing you down. So at the very least..." He looks back up to her with a faint grin. "You should save yourself."
"No! No!" She bites back. "All this time you've been giving me the courage to face all of my challenges head on...!" She clutches at his arm pleadingly. "You can't just give up now!"
"That's good and all Chiyo, but..." He frowns. "This is... far different from just believing in yourself."
"No! You can't just-"
"Listen." He holds up a finger to quiet her. "I know you've beaten her one on one, but... you saw what Camber did to Strummer last week. And I..." he hesitates. "I've... experienced Camber's sadism first hand. It's... It was..." he trails off, growing pale at the thought. He shakes his head, trying to rid himself of the memory. "...All I can say, Chiyo... is to save yourself."
"No..." She shakes her head. "No! We got this far together! I will protect you, damnit!" She clenches his hand with both of her own. "Even if we're outnumbered, even if I have no chance... I have to!" She swallows, steadying her now shaking voice. "We're a team! We always have been! And if you go down, well... I'm going with you!"
"Hah... KiriCan would be pretty angry about that..." Pryce chuckles softly. "Agents like me are replaceable, but... their main idol...?"
"I don't care what KiriCan thinks!" Her grip tightens on his hand. "It's not about KiriCan, it's not about being an idol!" She grits her teeth. "It's about protecting my friend who's done everything he could to support me!" She leans forward, pressing her forehead into his wrist. "If I can't even do that, then... then...! What's the point...?!"
Chiyoko chokes back a few tears, her body visibly sobbing. Pryce says nothing - there was nothing else he could really say. As far as he was concerned, he was resigned to his fate. At best, he could only offer a reassuring head pat to his client.
"...Mr. Pryce... Bill..." Chiyoko starts, beginning to lift her head. "I know you're scared, but..." She looks up to him. "I... I will do... everything in my power to protect you!" She nods firmly with determination. "I swear it!"
Pryce stares back at her in silence. He was still terrified, and rightfully so - there was no way she would be able to fend off every last person that came at them. He knew he wouldn't come out of this unscathed. And yet... there was something in her fervent declaration of protection that gave him a glimmer of hope. Perhaps there was a chance, no matter how slim. It was foolish to think so, he thought, but... there was always that "what if?"
"...Hah." Pryce finally sighs. "Alright." He nods, gulping down the rest of his coffee. "...Then I guess we'd better prepare, huh...?"
Mason: I’m sick of pipsqueaks like Andrew thinking they can mess with me!
Mason bursts through the arena exit, his face red in anger after the confrontation with Andrew Jordan. Behind him, Jessica is slowly following behind. She seems quite relaxed despite whole situation. Once they are outside, Mason turns around to Jessica. He doesn’t say anything at first but eventually he begins to calm down. At last he places a hand on her shoulder.
Mason: He didn’t touch you…did he?
Jessica’s smile grows even more as she places her hand on Mason’s.
Jessica: How sweet of you, thinking about me before everything else. You must have been really scarred from that incident.
Mason: N-no. I just didn’t want him hurting you.
Jessica: *giggles* Of course you didn’t. And besides, you’ve forced him to cash in his title now.
Jessica: So, *she moves Mason’s hand of her shoulder* it means you will have removed a potential threat to your championship. Do you really think Andrew has any chance against you? He’s in way over his head. Being in Asia has made him forget about his own capabilities. You’ll dispose of that UFC fighter wannabe with ease.
Mason chuckles to himself and clenches a fist.
Mason: And then who else will be in my way?
Jessica: There’s only one…John Styles.
Mason: John Styles? Fuck John Styles. That guy doesn’t deserve the position he holds in GCW. He is nothing to me.
Jessica shakes her head.
Jessica: But he should be. He’s got that briefcase. He could turn around at any time and cash in his championship match. Don’t assume things.
Mason: I can assume whatever the hell I want! John Styles is nothing but an arrogant prick who’s going to be crushed the second he steps in the ring with me.
Jessica sighs but eventually smiles.
Jessica: There’s that anger of yours again. I’m going to have to control that temper of yours sooner rather than later.
Mason: You don’t need to “control” anything. You may know things about me, but you’re not changing me.
Jessica: We’ll see about that.
Jessica leans in and gives Mason a small peck on the cheek as he moves his head away. Jessica grins as she takes a step back.
Jessica: Anyway, it’s time for me to continue my task at hand. Get yourself to the gym and focus on using that anger for a greater use.
Mason: Are you going to actually tell me what this “task” of yours is?
Jessica: Let’s just say I’m…searching for something.
With that, Jessica walks off, following a group of people including a young man in what seemed like Rave gear and headphones. Mason watches on as Jessica left his sight.
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