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| DDT vs. Cloudy vs. Bristol vs. Turner; Heritage Title Qualifier - Escape Cage | |
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| Allocco | Aug 30 2011, 01:12 AM Post #1 |
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/Deadline: 09.09.11 @ 11:59:59 PM EST RP Limit: 3 Venue: Royale Majestic Casino, Las Vegas, Nevada Please post your RPS within the match thread. Dragonfly Daniel Telmah came up short in his match against Hiro Tanaka, however, he did manage to make an impact by the time the show ended. Now he will try to recover from his first week loss against two newcomers in Cloudy and James Bristol. James Bristol made it known that he wanted to sneak into the Premier Championship Tournament, bluntly demanded to be replaced, and some speculate he might have been behind the savage assault on Nick Castellanos. Trent Turner on the other hand is just coming off of a loss in the first round of Premier Championship tournament, only to find himself once again tossed into a title hunt, this time being the Heritage. Finally, Cloudy is going to try to show the world he size doesn't matter, and he's one of the best wrestlers today by overcoming his foes and escaping this cage. Who will go onto Bloody Sunday and compete for the Heritage Championship? |
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| Deleted User | Sep 8 2011, 12:13 AM Post #2 |
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SAS Airlines Flight 32073 hovered deftly over the sleeping and unsuspecting people of Copenhagen, Denmark. We flew in route Las Vegas, Nevada as the twin turbine engines gently cooed the air with it’s mechanical lullaby in tow. 217 passengers raptured themselves halfway across the globe by way of aerospace engineering, one of the 217 being myself, Agent Cloudy. Just like everyone else on this vessel, I have my reasons for packing up and leaving for United States of Advertising. No, It’s not to visit an ailing family member or to rekindle a lost flame that once burned like the wing tips of a phoenix. Leaving Helsinki, Finland was the only door left open for me. It was either leave on a flight, disgraced and ashamed in the eyes of my closest family, or leave in handcuffs with a sentence that carried 15 years. The situation was something that no 21 year old student should have to bare, but I could easily think of situations much more grim. Everyone has a story, here is mine. It’s this… Science may have found a cure for most of the evils that ail people; but it has found no remedy for the worst of them all – the apathy of human beings. For whatever reason, being concerned about the welfare of animals makes me a good person but taking action to assure animal rights makes me a terrorist in the eyes of the Finnish government. I’m not trying to be a martyr for the cause, I just want peace for all eyes animal and humans alike that look up and see the same moon and stars that I do. The ill-fated night started off like every other night. Armed with a backpack full of cans of Kyron black spray paint, a black cotton mask , scraps of paper with badly sketched maps, high powered magnets, electrical tape, dynamic dry cover rope and a LED flashlight just for kicks. I jumped out of the 2nd story window onto the top of an ally dwelling dumpster. After a brief glance at my surroundings my friend’s all too familiar 07’ Renault Clio pulled up alongside the freshly swept curb. We were beyond the casual pleasantries. Upon entering the backseat the car I handed one of my makeshift maps to Sami(Agent Rainy), he was the driver and leader of this whole operation and Saila(Agent Sunshine), she was the lookout and brains behind our missions from day 1. Then there was me, Claudio(Agent Cloudy), the operative. All three of us were students of Finland’s prestigious Sibelius Academy, one of the biggest European music universities and the only one that Finland had to offer. I met both Sami and Saila during the International Jean Sibelius Violin Competition held every five years in Helsinki. One minute it’s “Hey, I really like your shirt” and the next it seems like we’ve been best friends forever. The rest as they say, was history. Sami and Saila were an item when they weren’t arguing over the petty things in life. A week didn’t go by that Saila didn’t spend the night at my dorm due to a miniscule fallout with Sami. Before our previous mission Saila had spent the night and things dare I say, got awkward between her and I. Before long one thing led to another and we both woke up with regrets. Saila, being the humble and honest person that she is felt compelled to tell Sami everything. Sami hasn’t really talked to me much since, I can’t really blame him. Last week we had spray painted a baby calf on newly plastered Burger King signs along the highly populated highway adverting something they called “The California Whopper.” The baby calf was made to look as if it looking at the burger in confusion and with a bubble above his head he said in quotations, “Mom?...Dad?” When this was accomplished we spray painted lines through the word “Burger” and replaced it with “Murder”. Murder King – Have it your way. “Just to make sure that everyone is on the same page,” Saila always gave pre-operation briefings, “our mission tonight it to replace the Helsinki Zoo sign with our Helsinki Animal Prison sign. The sign is already in my car that is currently parked at the zoo’s parking lot. After we replace the sign and place it safely in the car you can spray paint the new sign name on the wooden plaque just above the gate. More than likely they’ll remove our sign but I doubt they’ll have an easy time removing that plaque. The final part of the mission is to have Cloudy slip through the gate, find the bird house and release them. If anything goes wrong and we are caught for whatever reason we’ll escape in both cars driving off in opposite directions. We’ll meet at the University Park and wait it out there for a few hours before going home. Anyone have any question?” Sunshine had that natural leadership ability that Rainy lacked. You couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was about her that made her a good leader but there wasn’t any doubting that she had the “it” factor. Not to take anything away from Rainy of course, he was an excellent driver and this was all his idea to begin with. In reality we were just along for the ride, literally and figuratively. “I’ll drop you guys off at the entrance of the parking lot with the headlights turned off but the engine left on. The radios are in the glove compartment but if there comes a moment where I’m unable to use mine I’ll turn on the hazard lights, that will be signal that I’ve been compromised and your chance to escape in the other car. If you see the hazard lights on make sure the radios go cold. Law enforcement doesn’t need to know that there is more than one of us and I’ll pretend that I’m having engine troubles or something.” Rainy could talk his way out of anything if he had to. That only left me. Other than being the operative for the missions, I also supplied things through various sources, all legal of course. If I couldn’t acquire said resource then I would simply make it. The three way UHF radios inside the dashboard were originally HF radios that I had modified. This car, not Rainy’s everyday car but nonetheless I apprehended it for a price that would be considered a steal. When you had a 3 person cell we all were expected to chip in and do our part. Things wouldn’t go as smoothly with 2 of us and would be just as difficult with 4 of us. Was there an easier way of doing things? I’m sure there was, but this is what worked and had continued to work for us time after time. As we neared the target a silence took over us as Alex Lester and Vanessa Feltz chatted away on BBC radio. We became the calm the before the storm, the storm that would soon wreck the coast of the mainstream corporations plans. Eventually we arrived and everything went off without a hitch. The sign had properly replaced with our makeshift sign. I had discharged black text across the sidewalk and wooden plaque just above the iron gate from the spray cans and made my way into the zoo in the same fashion a ninja might sneak into an opposing dojo. Some might argue that what I was doing was wrong. That there is a right and wrong way of doing something and I’m sure there is. Unfortunately for us all, I preferred extreme measures. It hit home the closest and got the point across more effectively than a simple protest or letter to a meek government official. I had reached the bird cages when Sami came over the radio. “We need to go…now!” his voice crackled over my communication device. Saila mentioned that she was on her way to the backup vehicle and asked for my ETA. After studying my surroundings and glancing down at my crudely drawn map I replied, “It would take me at least 5 minutes to get back to the parking lot.” “We don’t even have 1 minute,” Sami sighed, “I hear police sirens in the distance and they are heading this way I’m sure of it. Sunshine, start your engine and remember to go the opposite way of me.” “What about Cloudy? We can’t just leave him.” She protested but to no avail. “He’ll just have to hope the cops don’t know he’s in there,” Sami scolded back unwaveringly “Godspeed Cloudy” she whispered into the device before Sami yelled, “Damnit Sunshine lets go.” That was the last I heard of them as the radios went cold. Now I could hear the police sirens in the background. They were getting closer but one had to ask themselves as to why would they come to a zoo at night? We had planned this out carefully and no one had spotted us, it was a full proof plan to say the least, where did we go wrong? The spray paint on the ground was still wet, no doubt they would search inside of the zoo. I broke the electrical birdcage locks by erasing the biometric data with the magnet I had packed earlier, wherever they went now was truly up to them, but at least they would be free. A cage was no place for birds. Red and blue lights danced across the floor and along the wall as the cops parked their vehicles outside the establishment. Based off my current location I couldn’t count how many cars were out there but judging by the sound of the car doors opening and closing I could imagine at least a dozen, maybe less, maybe more. Now with the mission complete all that was left was to hide until they left and pray that Sunshine and Rainy didn’t get caught. The loud screech of the metallic gate echoed through the hallow walkways of the zoo. I thought it would’ve taken them longer to decide to enter but whoever was in charge must have been extremely ambitious or simply had a knack for getting lucky, maybe even too lucky if you asked me. With time running short and police on my tail I made a run for it, across the snake pit, koi ponds and an Australian outback exhibit. Even past the panda and monkey enclosure and behind the elephant habitat wasn’t enough as I could still hear them making their way through the establishment. Unrelenting bastards. I ran down a narrow walkway where something out of my peripheral caught my eye. It was an old lion, locked behind a glass encasing for display. You would have thought that they would have released him back into his habitat but here he was, just staring back with a grim mask of mixed emotions. Wild, tame, free, captive, longing but lost. Being imprisoned for so long it’s quite possible that he’s forgotten what he is. No longer a proud King of The Jungle, but now, merely a jester to amuse the pedestrians as they walked to and fro. I took a moment to touch the glass encasing and watched as he stared back at me hauntingly. I couldn’t release him, they would simply recapture him and if worse comes to worse, shoot him. Finland was no place for a lion, cages and glass enclosures were no place for them either. The whole thing was…unfair. Click - The sound of a 9MM coming to the ready on my right hand side. A quick glance unveiled 5 police officers no more than 20 feet away with me in their sights. Turning to run revealed another 5 police officers to the left of me and blocking my only way out. My hands went up. The cuffs came on. Resistance at this point and time was futile. “What took you guys so long, I’ve been waiting.” I mocked at the head officer in charge. “This is no laughing matter Claudio Kerrigan or so should I say, Cloudy,” he mocked back. “Oh what? Nothing to say. I’m sure you haven’t realized by now but you’ve been sold out. A certain Sami Ylönen called to the station a couple hours ago and told us that you would be here at this time. He also came up with compelling evidence that you are solely responsible for the recent wave of vandalism and grand theft auto with the illegal acquiring of a certain silver 07’ Renault Clio. Let’s not forget slander and disturbing the peace shall we? If I have my way, you’ll be locked up for a very, very long time and Claudio…” He swung and punched me square in the jaw sending me reeling and half unconscious. “I always get my way.” As I told you before, science may have found a cure for most of the evils that ail people; but it has found no remedy for the worst of them all – the apathy of human beings. Sold out by my own comrade, Saila should be warned. Now that I think about it, he must have planned the entire thing to work out to where only he and her escape. If he went this far, who knew what he would tell Saila about me. “Sami’s revenge for sleeping with Saila, well done Sami, well done,” I mumbled to myself as I fell unconscious from the pain. I woke up in the police station cuffed to a bolted down table with dulling pain residing in my jaw. My pockets were emptied and backpack were nowhere to be found. A single fluorescent light illuminated the room that wasn’t exactly what one would call aesthetically pleasing. The door creaked open as not only the senior police officer strolled in with a faux worried look on his face but also my parents and the family lawyer. “I’m sorry I had to rough him up a bit Mrs. Kerrigan, but he resisted arrest and bit one of my officers. It took two of us to hold him down as he was spewing profanities. Quite a potty mouth he has on him.” Of course this wasn’t true, but who was I to argue. My father, the upstanding member of the Finnish parliament stood along the wall as my mother, renowned brain surgeon for one of the most glorious hospitals in Finland gently caressed her hand around the bruise that formed alongside my jaw. After a few seconds she withdrew her hand and slapped me with all of what her dexterous hand could handle leaving a resounding echo of flesh on flesh. “How could you?” she sobbed, “We set you up for success and this is how you repay us?” “I…” I stumbled on my words before she slapped me again but this time sending a trickle of blood from my bottom lip. “And what about your father, how do you think this will affect his career, our family name? Did you ever think about that?” She looked away from me in disgust and towards the officer. “What are the charges Officer Matias? Surely they can’t be too severe?” “Well…” he shoved his hands in his pockets and rocked back and forth on heels, “If everything goes the way as normally planned, he will have to do some time and by time I mean 10-15 years. He’s not only being charged for this particular case but up to 15 cases of vandalism , grand theft auto , numerous accounts of trespassing and let’s not forget resisting arrest.” Mother placed her hand over her mouth to hide her shock before shoving her face into my father’s chest and sobbing on his steam pressed tailor made suit. He wrapped her hand behind her auburn hair and attempted to comfort her the best way that he knew how. “Look Matias,” my father said consolingly with that old man puppy dog look,”I can arrange for Claudio to be flown out of the country tonight and 100,000 euro wired to your account by midnight eh?" “It’s not that easy…” Matias reported, “paperwork, pomp and circumstance of it all but I tell you what, make it an even € 250,000 and we have a deal no questions asked.” Hands were shook. Phone calls were made. Deals were dealt. And that’s how you and I find ourselves here, SAS Airlines Flight 32073 in route to stay with my uncle until proper arrangements could be made as far as employment, school and citizenship. Despite my protest and searing passion to stay in Finland even I saw the situation as lose-lose. Checkmate. Let’s not get it twisted though, I’m not as bad Officer Mathias made me out to be and besides, what kind of cop accepts bribe money? A dirty one that's who! Mathias is as dirty as they come. But where does that leave me? Can you imagine it? Cloudy? Defender of all that is right exiled by someone who is crooked as a question mark. So long chilling Finnish weather. So long Pulla Sweet Bread. So long Sibelius Academy. So long Sunshine & Rainy. So long Finland. If my life were a movie this would be the time where the camera pans out to see me flying off into the sunset. The world’s smallest violin starts playing as the picture fades and the credits roll. If my life were a movie then whatever happens next could be considered as one of those trailers you see at the end of credits after 95% of the crowd has left. I’ll find a way to make it in America. Maybe I’ll make a band, join the circus or heck, maybe I’ll even become a professional wrestler. This isn’t an exodus. Think of it as a new beginning, a new chapter. A young lion leaving his den for the first time to place his paw print on this land. Whatever comes my way, I’ll be ready. |
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| Dragonfly | Sep 9 2011, 09:20 PM Post #3 |
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~| As One Door Closes |~ Friday 29th April 2011 “The winner of the match ...and still FWF Universal Champion ...Oswald Brodd!” The unfortunate words echoed throughout my mind as I lay on my back on the blood-stained canvas, fighting to maintain some form of consciousness. It was the biggest night of the company’s year – the eighth annual Genesis event, and I had been booked in a gruesome match against my first rival. The feud sparked for two years and rested in this point. Being who I am, no one expected me to lose. They’d tell me “you’re father was in this position and he came out on top”. But I’m not my father. The blurry shapes around me had swiftly exited. I gradually dragged myself up to my feet before immediately collapsing against the turnbuckle pad, looking around at the thousands that I had let down. There was a stern silence. And then to my surprise, the lions began to roar and a “DDT” chant engulfed the arena. With a generic single tear rolling down my chiselled cheek I dropped to my knees and rolled out of the ring. The ramp leading up to the titantron was now as Everest would be and the simplest task of walking up appeared almost impossible. Eventually, I reached the stage and turned to catch a final glimpse of the fans before brushing through the black curtain. “You did good, kid.” I through my eyes up at the ominous figure that stood before me... FWF’s Chairman, Pain, better known as Will to those whom he deems fit. He and my father go way back. They were the biggest of enemies for all of their respective careers, yet they respected each other more than anyone could. He loomed over me with his black, pinstripe suit and his twinkling eyes showing obvious dissatisfaction. I failed to force any words out of my dehydrated, red lips. “Honestly. He’d be proud of you.” Still, I couldn’t speak. Instead, my body went into its default mode and shrugged before hauling my feet across the narrow corridor. Applause from my former peers clouded around, congratulating me, although in my mind frame, they were merely mocking my failures. Will’s voice boomed down the hallway once more as my sweaty palm reached out towards the fire exit. “What will you do now?” He interrogated as my mentor’s successor. I slowly rotated my head to face him, although made sure to avoid making eye contact. “I’m gonna do what my dad did.” “And what’s that?” “Start from the bottom.” I pushed down on the metal bar, opening the door. The bright light from the streets played out as an omen as I stepped out of the arena, leaving my home forever. Sunday 28th August 2011 Ever since people found out that my father was Dan “Dragon” Taylor, they have often made the comparison between all of our actions, whether this is in the ring or outside of it. Now don’t get me wrong, I firmly believe that my father was the greatest professional wrestler ever to grace the world, but I don’t want to be just the Dragon’s son. I don’t want people to just hand things over to me due to my relations. I want to start from the very bottom and climb the ladder to achieve my destiny on my own initiative. Granted, I understood what that would entail. I sat in the worn down locker room of the Royal Majestic casino. Thick layers of white paint hung loosely from the cracked walls and a row of rusted lockers stood against the far wall like a soldier on guard. I sat on the splintered bench, surveying the new faces that surrounded me. I had never felt so uncomfortable. “So this is Majestic Wrestling?” I had become accustomed to the family environment that my former promotion offered. It was a familiar atmosphere where everyone knew each other; where I could find support during training or of matters of my personal life. But this place was different. A herd of strangers bordered me, appearing to travel at lightning speeds as I began to lace up my white, pleather boots. It was lonely. “To hell with this.” I muttered to myself before standing. I picked up my black duffel bag and advanced towards the door. ---------- Fortunately for the sake of my sanity, I was able to negotiate my own locker room. It was the perfect haven after my loss to Hiro Tanaka on Salvation earlier in the night... at least, it was until my wind-down was interrupted by Francis Royal. After he left, I rubbed my tired eyes and collapsed into my seat, resting my broken body. “Well this hasn’t been the best start.” I shot up from the chair and approached my bag, rummaging through it to retrieve my blackberry. I casually strolled through the few contacts in my phonebook, coming to a halt at the name ‘Will’. I paused for a moment and swallowed my pride, reluctantly pressing down on the call button. I listened intently to the monotonous ringing before coming to my senses and tossing the phone down on the dressing table. Staring in disgust at my reflection in the mirror, I began to adjust my black hair, manually straightening my naturally curly fringe. My skin began to crawl as the polyphonic sound of Alice Cooper’s “Poison” whispered through the air. I picked up my mobile phone again, taking note as Will’s name flashed up on my screen. I answered. “Hi, erm, sorry I dialled your number by mistake.” “Oh really? So this has nothing to do with you losing tonight then?” Shit... “Well?” “Sorry. It’s just impossible to make friends in this place. I’ve already had someone in my locker room running his mouth at me for no reason.” “I saw.” He chuckled. Will had the reputation of being a real dickhead, yet I have to give him credit. As much as it pains me to admit it, the guy does know what he’s talking about. “Listen. I’m in Vegas tonight, at my casino. As soon as you’re finished tonight, come meet me.” “I’ve already finished.” “The hell you have.” He knew me too well. I like to think of myself as quite modest and very humbled. I try to stay out of trouble when I can, but if someone comes into my locker room and insults me for no reason, then I can’t just let it slide. “I’ll see you soon.” ---------- Shortly after Salvation, I arrived at Casino Pain. It lacked the sophisticated approach that Majestic offered, and traded its elegance for tacky lights that had no particular function. I stepped through the large glass doors that separated for me and glanced around the lobby that had clearly stolen all of its ideas from Christmas. I then began to approach the place that was certain to be the location of my former boss... the bar. As expected, Will was slouched down, struggling to remain on his stool as he inhaled a glass of whiskey. Noticing me in the corner of his eye, he wafted his hand, beckoning me over. I complied and took the seat beside him. “What’ll it be, Danny?” “Just a water for me.” “We don’t sell water.” Croaked the bartender – your typical jovial Irishman. “He’ll have a Jack.” Will ordered for me and the barman toddled off. Will span around to face me. “Great job tonight, Danny.” “Great job? I lost!” I barked at him, causing his girlish giggle to make its presence known once more. The barman returned with two ice-filled glasses and a bottle of fine Tennessee whiskey. Will, in hoping to impress some of the women that inhabited the area, reached into his pocket and casually tossed a fifty dollar bill down onto the bar. I rolled my eyes. “It was still a good match. Best of the night in my opinion.” “But I lost! Honestly, when was the last time I won a match?” “Oh, I see. So that’s what this is all about is it? Winning?” “Well, no, but...” “Do you think Dan won every match?” “Well...” “He didn’t. Sure, in his peak, he rarely lost, but you weren’t there for his whole career. I used to go watch him get bounced off the ropes by some no name. I’d speak to him after the show. I’d say “You lost, Dan. What’s all that about?” and y’know what he did? He smiled and said “Did I?”” I clasped my beverage in both of my hands before creaking it up to my lips. I took a sip and tried not to show my distaste, but to no avail. Will laughed and patted me stiffly on the back. “I love wrestling. I really do, but I can’t seem to get it right in or out of the ring.” “So this is about that Royal guy?” “It’s not just him. When I was in the locker room, everyone was looking at me. It’s like, they didn’t want me there. Like they thought I think I’m better than them or something. It’s not like FWF. There’s no one there to... I dunno...” “To look after you?” The calmness in his voice was irritating. Since my father died, Will had started speaking to me in the same way. Not in the sense that he was trying to replace my father because he knows no one could do that. “I know how you feel. I’ve wrestled in plenty of places in my day, but it was never the same. Dan used to look after me when I first started.” “He looked after everyone. I used to watch him... people going up to him asking for advice. He’d go up to his opponents and tell them all his weaknesses.” Will began to laugh, frantically nodding his head. “It didn’t matter who they were... everyone got looked after.” “Who looked after Dan?” He inquired as he gulped down more of his alcohol. He proceeded to refill his glace, and much to my dismay, he topped my glass up too. I wasn’t much of a drinker. These days it’s hard to come across a wrestler that isn’t linked up with booze in some way. “He got to the point where he was able to share his wisdom, but he started from the bottom and earned everything he got. People’d come into his locker room and attack him verbally and physically for no reason... he’d lose, but he’d pick himself up. Every loss drove him. He’d learn from his mistakes and he’d try harder. He loved wrestling more than anything and nothing could come in the way of that.” His words began to slur, and what was audible from his drunken ramblings began to make sense. “You’re a talented wrestler, Danny... but you’re not as good as Dan. Not yet, anyway.” He smiled at me and I nodded along in contemplation. I’m not as good as my father was; I know that. I guess it’s difficult to say that I don’t want to follow in his footsteps because let’s face it, that would be a lie. I do want it. I want the success that he had. I want the respect that he had. I want everything that he had, but I want to get it myself. Salvation is a fitting name because win or lose, Majestic Wrestling is going to save me from myself. I’m not going to stay in my father’s shadow anymore. 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