Post by Kelson Hewitt on Apr 2, 2022 21:40:39 GMT -5
Over the head of the world, an incident that would change the course of OCW history forever would unfold. In the life of Kelson Hewitt, a lot has happened. Threats, attacks, highs, and lows, but this? This was something he had never expected.
“Faaaaarrrrr abooooove the moooon~”
As the soft words of David Bowie whisked away in the mind of Kelson, the harsh breeze of air hitting his entire body hurt. The pain was unlike anything anyone had ever done to him. It felt like God himself had struck this plane with a mighty vengeance, unseen to mankind. Today was hunting down for the sinners, and this plane was the trap, and like a bunch of poor saps, the roster was caught.
“Planet Earth is blue, and there’s nothing I can dooooooo~!”
Panic, anxiety… this was the end. The young career of Kelson Hewitt was just another number on the casualty count. As he tried to strap himself into his seat, grabbing the oxygen mask rapidly, trying to catch it like it was an eel, he could feel his body slipping. Slipping from reality. Could this really be it? What had he done wrong? Who had he wronged? So many questions, and now, Kelson has the rest of his short life to figure it out. Like the world had moved in slow motion, he finally grabbed the mask and slapped it on his face, breathing like a dog in a hot car. His eyes widened as he looked out of his window, only to see that the plane was going down. “Space Oddity” now transitioned to “As The World Falls Down”, only in a much more frightening, literal sense. But soon, the music would die.
***BUMP***
…
Through the darkness, Kelson’s eyes would flutter. The same sky that he had fallen out of was now still, while the salty water soaked his torn clothes. A blink and a turn of his head, he could see Bob Grenier, the same man who he had made his claim to fame against, was in a similar position as he was. Or maybe this was Easton Alexander? They do look a lot alike… if only Kelson could put his finger on it. Regardless, he had a more concerning issue; something was dragging him, but what, or who, could not be seen. The back of Dylan Thomas, his ally, hell, his friend, could be seen as he turned his head. A blink, and he was farther away from him. As he looked to his left, he could see Bob now resting, and no one was out to help Kelson. With what little strength he had, he wiggled, trying to break free from what felt like a vice grip on the back of his neck, but as he looked up, a fist came down, knocking him out.
…
…
[HOURS LATER]
The soft touch of leaves fell upon Kelson’s face, the same face that now had a horrible gash above his right eyebrow. Maybe it was the warm feeling of blood on him, or the shock of blunt trauma, but either way, he shot up in a sitting position, his eyes still on full alert as he looked around his surroundings. He gulped a salty gulp, feeling dehydrated. It felt as if sand went down his throat, making this whole situation more uncomfortable. In his head, he tried to calm down, and as he breathed, he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. As he tilted his head down, the sight of a small, wooden spike sticking out met his eyes.
“...What the FUCK!”
With a quick, hard tug, the spike left his body. He groaned, feeling the nasty pain. Whoever was responsible for this… they’re a real son of a bitch. He shook his head, frustrated, but the annoying part was the small piece of paper on the note. Most of it had been soaked in Kelson’s blood, but what could be made out was plain and simple.
“You have a match coming up, “hero”. Go get ready.”
Figures. Even on an island, somehow, someway, an OCW event was still going to happen. Classic OCW can step aside, fuck OCW for hiring terrible pilots! Kelson crumpled up the paper with a sneering look on his face, tossing it to the side as he stood up slowly. Everything had hurt. He smelled like shit, and he felt like shit. But if the wrestling gods request a hero, then a hero they’ll get. Through the hot, boggy weather of this late afternoon, Kelson continued on foot through the vines and watery swamps of this hell hole, picking up the same wooden spike he had ripped out of his body from earlier..
[MORE HOURS LATER]
Nightfall. The mosquitos had come and sucked their fair share of blood out of Kelson, but that didn’t compare to the amount of energy this jungle had taken out of him. Whoever did this was sadistic, having stolen Kelson’s steel toed boots, as various cuts and patches of dirt covered his tired feet. As he reached a tree, he’d soon find himself kneeling down, hanging his head low. Black strands of hair covered his troubled eyes as he grew impatient.
“This is hell.”
.He was right, it felt like hell given the weather. He looked up at his hands before digging them into the patch of dirt, hoping, praying that there might be something. Anything. Even worms at this point. He needed something to eat.
But then, he found it.
What IT was, was off putting. It looked to be some sort of, ear piece with a wired microphone. Kelson scoffing in disbelief, dusting it off, and putting it in his ear.
“There’s no way this w-”
“I HEAR YOU!”
Kelson’s eyes widened, surprised.
“Is, someone there?”
“You’re damn right someone is! Your SAVIOR, you mysterious castaway!”
“Oh. Alright. Do some saving then.”
“Of course… on ONE condition!”
“Which is?”
“Answer ONE important question, and I’ll make sure to guide you through whatever personal hell it is you’re going… depending on your answer.”
“Alright… shoot.”
The stranger paused.
“Are you a proud BALDY… or are you a hairy bitch?”
Kelson paused. Of course B.A.L.D. made it to this island, no one else would ask such a stupid question. He can’t lose a match even though he’s a jobber, so he sure as shit won’t die via plane.
“Bald ‘n’ proud.”
“PERFECT! I knew digging up holes and putting in these ear pieces was worth the time!”
“Right, right… so, I hear I’ve got a match.”
“Yeah, how’d you hear about that? I heard it through the grapevine… literally, but I scared off the locals when I tried shaving their dirty hair off their head.”
Kelson looked at the cut on his shoulder.
“Had a hunch. Where do I find the ring? I figure I should find the others.”
“A GREAT QUESTION! The answer to that.... is that I… have no idea. I offer my genius advice, which is to follow the noise. I’m sure there must be fans watching, OCW is worldwide!”
So much for this guy being any help.
“That’s wonderful… just peachy.”
“Now, I don’t know where anyone else is, so I won’t know who you are until we meet, but I gotta ask, what’re your thoughts on who you’re facing? Bob Grenier, a legend who’s soon to join the B.I.B., Easton Alexander, and CJ O'Donnell.”
Kelson shrugged, taking a moment to collect his thoughts. He sat with his back against the tree, thinking out loud.
“Bob Grenier and I, we’ve got history. I wouldn’t be in the prime position I’m in now if it wasn’t for him. I got cocky, real cocky after I beat him. I really thought the world was my oyster, y’know? Like I was going to hit the ground running to the top of this company. Turns out I paid for it pretty bad by hitting this… rough patch. I haven’t felt like me in a few weeks, and adding in PerZag and The Dravers, it’s been killing my head. I’ve got a friend in Dylan Thomas, but everything started with Bob. It started with me beating him, and now, he has a chance to seek redemption. I plan on putting an end to his hopes by repeating the pinfall heard ‘round the world.”
“I still want to show people what I’m all about… even if it’s on an island. Beating Bob again reinstates the fact that I can take it to the best of the best. But it’s not just Bob, it’s Easton and CJ too. Easton’s someone who’s new here, just like I am. But that’s where our similarities end. I’ve set the world on fire, my name is in everyone’s mouth, but I’ve learned to not let that get to me. Him on the other hand, he’s still in the phase of proving himself. Showing that he has what it takes to be an elite member of this federation. Kudos to him, but after missing two pay-per-views, I want to prove my worth… MY WAY… by picking up wins before Technical Difficulties, and he’s just another statistic to add to the win column to complete this goal.”
“Then, there’s O’Donnell. Since his return, he’s been on a lot of minds. I’m one of those minds, thinking about all of the ways I could get a match with him. Underneath the gunk of his personality, he’s talented. Real talented. I wish we had met in the ring under different circumstances, but we’ve got to play the hands we’re dealt with. He mentioned before how he came back on his terms, but this… this island… it threw that all into a loop. I plan on adding a monkey wrench to an already screwed up situation for him by beating him, beating Easton, and beating Bob. With the help of The Incredible One, and Mark Storm, we form the mightiest heroes anyone could imagine. It’ll be our night to celebrate, to fight our hearts out, and to prove, even under the toughest circumstances, that nothing can defy our spirit. ”
…
“You catch all of that?”
Silence. Nothing but silence. Something must have happened on the other end. Kelson sighs slightly, standing up and looking up at the bright, starry sky.
“Time to go to work.”
With that, he pushed fourth, ready to face any challenge… inside, or outside of the ring.
“Faaaaarrrrr abooooove the moooon~”
As the soft words of David Bowie whisked away in the mind of Kelson, the harsh breeze of air hitting his entire body hurt. The pain was unlike anything anyone had ever done to him. It felt like God himself had struck this plane with a mighty vengeance, unseen to mankind. Today was hunting down for the sinners, and this plane was the trap, and like a bunch of poor saps, the roster was caught.
“Planet Earth is blue, and there’s nothing I can dooooooo~!”
Panic, anxiety… this was the end. The young career of Kelson Hewitt was just another number on the casualty count. As he tried to strap himself into his seat, grabbing the oxygen mask rapidly, trying to catch it like it was an eel, he could feel his body slipping. Slipping from reality. Could this really be it? What had he done wrong? Who had he wronged? So many questions, and now, Kelson has the rest of his short life to figure it out. Like the world had moved in slow motion, he finally grabbed the mask and slapped it on his face, breathing like a dog in a hot car. His eyes widened as he looked out of his window, only to see that the plane was going down. “Space Oddity” now transitioned to “As The World Falls Down”, only in a much more frightening, literal sense. But soon, the music would die.
***BUMP***
…
Through the darkness, Kelson’s eyes would flutter. The same sky that he had fallen out of was now still, while the salty water soaked his torn clothes. A blink and a turn of his head, he could see Bob Grenier, the same man who he had made his claim to fame against, was in a similar position as he was. Or maybe this was Easton Alexander? They do look a lot alike… if only Kelson could put his finger on it. Regardless, he had a more concerning issue; something was dragging him, but what, or who, could not be seen. The back of Dylan Thomas, his ally, hell, his friend, could be seen as he turned his head. A blink, and he was farther away from him. As he looked to his left, he could see Bob now resting, and no one was out to help Kelson. With what little strength he had, he wiggled, trying to break free from what felt like a vice grip on the back of his neck, but as he looked up, a fist came down, knocking him out.
…
…
[HOURS LATER]
The soft touch of leaves fell upon Kelson’s face, the same face that now had a horrible gash above his right eyebrow. Maybe it was the warm feeling of blood on him, or the shock of blunt trauma, but either way, he shot up in a sitting position, his eyes still on full alert as he looked around his surroundings. He gulped a salty gulp, feeling dehydrated. It felt as if sand went down his throat, making this whole situation more uncomfortable. In his head, he tried to calm down, and as he breathed, he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. As he tilted his head down, the sight of a small, wooden spike sticking out met his eyes.
“...What the FUCK!”
With a quick, hard tug, the spike left his body. He groaned, feeling the nasty pain. Whoever was responsible for this… they’re a real son of a bitch. He shook his head, frustrated, but the annoying part was the small piece of paper on the note. Most of it had been soaked in Kelson’s blood, but what could be made out was plain and simple.
“You have a match coming up, “hero”. Go get ready.”
Figures. Even on an island, somehow, someway, an OCW event was still going to happen. Classic OCW can step aside, fuck OCW for hiring terrible pilots! Kelson crumpled up the paper with a sneering look on his face, tossing it to the side as he stood up slowly. Everything had hurt. He smelled like shit, and he felt like shit. But if the wrestling gods request a hero, then a hero they’ll get. Through the hot, boggy weather of this late afternoon, Kelson continued on foot through the vines and watery swamps of this hell hole, picking up the same wooden spike he had ripped out of his body from earlier..
[MORE HOURS LATER]
Nightfall. The mosquitos had come and sucked their fair share of blood out of Kelson, but that didn’t compare to the amount of energy this jungle had taken out of him. Whoever did this was sadistic, having stolen Kelson’s steel toed boots, as various cuts and patches of dirt covered his tired feet. As he reached a tree, he’d soon find himself kneeling down, hanging his head low. Black strands of hair covered his troubled eyes as he grew impatient.
“This is hell.”
.He was right, it felt like hell given the weather. He looked up at his hands before digging them into the patch of dirt, hoping, praying that there might be something. Anything. Even worms at this point. He needed something to eat.
But then, he found it.
What IT was, was off putting. It looked to be some sort of, ear piece with a wired microphone. Kelson scoffing in disbelief, dusting it off, and putting it in his ear.
“There’s no way this w-”
“I HEAR YOU!”
Kelson’s eyes widened, surprised.
“Is, someone there?”
“You’re damn right someone is! Your SAVIOR, you mysterious castaway!”
“Oh. Alright. Do some saving then.”
“Of course… on ONE condition!”
“Which is?”
“Answer ONE important question, and I’ll make sure to guide you through whatever personal hell it is you’re going… depending on your answer.”
“Alright… shoot.”
The stranger paused.
“Are you a proud BALDY… or are you a hairy bitch?”
Kelson paused. Of course B.A.L.D. made it to this island, no one else would ask such a stupid question. He can’t lose a match even though he’s a jobber, so he sure as shit won’t die via plane.
“Bald ‘n’ proud.”
“PERFECT! I knew digging up holes and putting in these ear pieces was worth the time!”
“Right, right… so, I hear I’ve got a match.”
“Yeah, how’d you hear about that? I heard it through the grapevine… literally, but I scared off the locals when I tried shaving their dirty hair off their head.”
Kelson looked at the cut on his shoulder.
“Had a hunch. Where do I find the ring? I figure I should find the others.”
“A GREAT QUESTION! The answer to that.... is that I… have no idea. I offer my genius advice, which is to follow the noise. I’m sure there must be fans watching, OCW is worldwide!”
So much for this guy being any help.
“That’s wonderful… just peachy.”
“Now, I don’t know where anyone else is, so I won’t know who you are until we meet, but I gotta ask, what’re your thoughts on who you’re facing? Bob Grenier, a legend who’s soon to join the B.I.B., Easton Alexander, and CJ O'Donnell.”
Kelson shrugged, taking a moment to collect his thoughts. He sat with his back against the tree, thinking out loud.
“Bob Grenier and I, we’ve got history. I wouldn’t be in the prime position I’m in now if it wasn’t for him. I got cocky, real cocky after I beat him. I really thought the world was my oyster, y’know? Like I was going to hit the ground running to the top of this company. Turns out I paid for it pretty bad by hitting this… rough patch. I haven’t felt like me in a few weeks, and adding in PerZag and The Dravers, it’s been killing my head. I’ve got a friend in Dylan Thomas, but everything started with Bob. It started with me beating him, and now, he has a chance to seek redemption. I plan on putting an end to his hopes by repeating the pinfall heard ‘round the world.”
“I still want to show people what I’m all about… even if it’s on an island. Beating Bob again reinstates the fact that I can take it to the best of the best. But it’s not just Bob, it’s Easton and CJ too. Easton’s someone who’s new here, just like I am. But that’s where our similarities end. I’ve set the world on fire, my name is in everyone’s mouth, but I’ve learned to not let that get to me. Him on the other hand, he’s still in the phase of proving himself. Showing that he has what it takes to be an elite member of this federation. Kudos to him, but after missing two pay-per-views, I want to prove my worth… MY WAY… by picking up wins before Technical Difficulties, and he’s just another statistic to add to the win column to complete this goal.”
“Then, there’s O’Donnell. Since his return, he’s been on a lot of minds. I’m one of those minds, thinking about all of the ways I could get a match with him. Underneath the gunk of his personality, he’s talented. Real talented. I wish we had met in the ring under different circumstances, but we’ve got to play the hands we’re dealt with. He mentioned before how he came back on his terms, but this… this island… it threw that all into a loop. I plan on adding a monkey wrench to an already screwed up situation for him by beating him, beating Easton, and beating Bob. With the help of The Incredible One, and Mark Storm, we form the mightiest heroes anyone could imagine. It’ll be our night to celebrate, to fight our hearts out, and to prove, even under the toughest circumstances, that nothing can defy our spirit. ”
…
“You catch all of that?”
Silence. Nothing but silence. Something must have happened on the other end. Kelson sighs slightly, standing up and looking up at the bright, starry sky.
“Time to go to work.”
With that, he pushed fourth, ready to face any challenge… inside, or outside of the ring.
