Post by Easton Alexander on Apr 20, 2022 3:42:11 GMT -5
OOC: HOLY SHIT... my first 3k words promo and it took like 4 days, this was so much fun, exploring this character is some of the most fun I've had in a long time,I know it’s really long but if you stick with it you’ll end up with a great story. I've put so much of myself into this fucking guy so i hope you all enjoy.
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~The days grow longer and longer on wrestle island, but as the OCW cast and crew inch closer and closer to a way off this deserted hunk of land, some are struggling with that final push to Technical Difficulties. One in particular, a newcomer, a person who the OCW faithful are becoming very familiar with. Easton Alexander. Sitting back in his spot, now reduced to a single stump and a land covered in ash, he’s been keeping a grip on his sanity for a while now, however he’s wasting too much energy keeping it bottled up, and he’s about to release some of that pent up aggression. Alexander walks over to a tree, Half of it burnt by the fires caused by the visitors. He takes a deep breath before slugging the log. And with a shout comes another swing, and just before he can swing a third time, a door appears out of thin air beside him and a man in a dress shirt and tie walks out~
?: Hey there kid, long time no see.
~Easton doesn’t even blink, words escape him as he stares intently, trying to scan this well-dressed stranger.~
?: Okay, you have questions. Well lay em on me but make it fast ‘we’ have places to be.
What do you mean we? if you think I’m going anywhere with you, your out of your mind.
?: than I must be out of my mind… you wanna stay here all day, inhaling ash and dust? Plus, if you don’t come now, we are gonna be late.
Late for what?
?: hurry up and I’ll show you.
~the mysterious stranger walks through the door, not giving Easton a second to think. He scans the door, making sure that this magical door is legit. Against all laws of… common sense, he walks through the door.~
~The two pop out in a city street, neon lights illuminate the roads.~
Where… the fuck… are we.
?: Well…
~the man takes out a pocket watch.~
?: looks like California…
Okay that’s not too bad.
?: In the year 2077.
WHAT!?
?: I think we took the wrong door…
THERE WAS ONLY ONE DOOR, WHAT DO YOU MEAN?
?: keep your voice down will you… and watch yourself, I think they’re coming.
They? Who’s they?
?: you know them, just watch.
~Gun shots ring out and echo through the streets as a woman in a golden suit is running down the sidewalk. Two other chasing close behind.~
Oh no shit, it’s Victoria and Veronica. Do they have guns-
~before he can even finish the thought, they light up the businesswoman with a volley of rounds. Our mysterious man quickly pulls Easton into another door before they can be spotted.~
~Easton is shoved through this door and lands in a snowbank.~
COLD COLD COLD…. Hold on…
~Easton takes a big breath of air.~
I know where we are, this is North Bay.
?: you can tell just by the smell?
Yeah, if you focus really hard you can smell the depression and high gas prices.
?: you can smell high gas prices?
Usually, but its faint this time… not as high. What year are we in?
~the man checks his pocket watch once again, dialing in the right stetting’s.~
?: April 8th, 2016. We are right outside the North Bay legion Hall.
Why now? why here?
?: because you need to remember why you wrestle, you’ve lost what makes you dangerous, you need to get tougher if you want to win that Craze title shot.
Why do you care? who the fuck even are you?
?: I’ll tell you, all in due time, for now you can call me… Ava.
Okay…well Ava, are we going inside or… we just sitting out here in the cold?
Ava: yeah, lets head on in.
~Easton and Ava make their way into the building; a light cheering can be heard from the Legion Hall. People shouting encouragement… very aggressively. A ring is set up in the middle of this building, with about 40-50 people sitting in chairs around the outside. Banners set up around the ring say “Northland Pro” inside the ring what looks to be a small child in neon green shorts and yellow arm bands, is getting his ass kicked by a much larger competitor. our 2 heroes take a seat near the guard rail, getting close to the action.~
So… here we are, watching this dude get his ass kicked, so let’s talk.
Ava: Sure…
~A long pause lays between the two of them.~
Ava: did you want to go first or?
No sorry I assumed that you were going to say something.
Ava: no that’s fine I understand. Ask away.
You said something about finding what makes me dangerous, getting tougher and stuff like that, I assume that’s why we are here, so what is it exactly you want me to see?
Ava: you remember how this match goes right?
Yeah, the little one “Scotty Highlights” gets shit canned for 20 minutes by the bigger one “Jimmy the body”, Jimmy hits the running power slam, rolls into the cover, 1 2 3.
Ava: you don’t like this match, do you?
It goes 15 minutes more than it needs too, Jimmy should have just hit his shit and got out of there, the kid doesn’t deserve that. Jimmy wanted to teach the kid a lesson in respect even though he showed him nothing but the whole time he was here. Jimmy was just being an asshole. And nobody ever did anything to stop him. That’s the funny thing about wrestling, you can be as respectful as possible, kiss every ass you see, shake every hand, do all the right things… and people will still hate you.
Ava: Very passionate, sounds like you’re speaking from experience man… did something like this happen to you?
~Easton laughs, not too loud but loud enough for people to notice~
Yeah man, it happened to me… it’s happening right now, in that very ring… but you already knew that right?
Ava: Yeah… that’s why I brought you here, because I think you need to see this again, you need to see the moment that made you who you are, when you become the Dragon.
Well than we are in the wrong place, because I lost this match, bad… and I didn’t learn a damn thing.
Ava: it’s not too late, what you do here doesn’t matter, this timeline already happened. If you want to run in there and help him, it won’t change anything in your timeline.
Timeline? You’re starting to talk like Marcus… I’m not getting in there, its already to late, the match is over anyways.
Ava: suit yourself.
~ Jimmy tosses Scotty across the ring with Scotty landing hard and rolling into the corner. He gets to his feet as Jimmy runs him over with a big Lariat. While scotty is on the ground Jimmy boots him in the face.~
Come on kid, just stay down…
~Scotty is hoisted up on Jimmy’s shoulder and is dropped with a running powerslam.~
There, its over… can we go now?
Ava: not yet… it’s not over
~Easton turns his attention back to ring as Jimmy lifts Scotty back onto his shoulders, something snaps within Easton, he stands up and leans over the barricade.~
COME ON KID, TUCK YOUR ARM AROUND HIS HEAD AND SLIDE BACK.
~the last chance for the youngster, one shout of direction… but it seems like its too late, but right as Jimmy starts to run, Scotty slips behind his back and rolls him up! The Ref Slide into the count, Scott’s full weight on the pin.~
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2
3!!!
~Scotty picks up the win, and quickly slides out of the ring and runs to the back, Jimmy in hot pursuit.~
Ava come on! We got to help me.
Ava: we don’t have time East.
What are you talking abou—
~once Easton turns around, he’s shoved through another door. Landing in the snowy streets of ‘somewhere else’ Ava follows adjusting his tie and checking the pocket watch once again. Easton jumps to his feet, getting face to face with Ava.~
Don’t you ever shove me like that again! Or I’ll shove that watch where the sun doesn’t shine.
~Ava is unfazed, continuing to dial in settings on his watch.~
Ava: …you done?
…Yeah man… I think so… where are we?
Ava: Calgary Alberta Canada, September 26th, 2019.
Ha! No way. Stampede championship wrestling, Rumble in the North. This is the day I win my first title!
Ava: that’s right, I guess we don’t even have to be here since you know what I want to show you.
NO… I mean let’s go see it, I’m… still really proud of this… please.
Ava: of course, let’s go.
~Easton leads the way through Calgary’s quiet streets. Easton points out some food places he used to frequent back in the day, Ava just nods, he already knows what he’s gonna say. Doesn’t take them long to reach the venue, wouldn’t you guess it… A legion hall. Packed from wall to wall with Rabid fans, the ring is empty as Ava and Easton take their time finding spot in the standing room, the lights go down.~
~Diary of Jane by Breaking Benjamin Plays through the speakers set in the ring, the fans go wild as a cleaner shaven and much less jacked Easton Alexander walks through the curtain. High fiving kids and adults while knifing down the aisle. He jumps on the top turnbuckle, singing along with the crowd.~
Somethings getting in my way
Somethings just about to break
I will try to find my place
In the diary of Jane
~the announcer Bellows over the Mic.~
From North Bay Ontario Canada, weighing in tonight at 173 and 1 half pounds. ETHAN YOOOOUNG.
Oh man, what a shitty name.
Ava: you picked it didn’t you?
Yeah, but I was 16, I thought it sounded cool, like I was a star. But all these years later and its pretty shitty.
Ava: music taste was pretty sweet.
Oh yeah well that never changed, still got a banger song today.
~The Spotlight shifts back to the curtain, as the music dies down, All my life by the Foo Fighters plays over the speakers as the crowd cheer even louder. A good old fashion good guy battle, out of the curtain pops out a man in his late 40s, Belts wrapped around both shoulders. One labelled “Stampede Wrestling Middleweight Championship” and the other “Stampede Wrestling North American Championship” the announcer introduces the champion.~
From the Farms of Edmonton, and the fires of hell! THIS IS CAGE.
Ava: both belts on the line?
Shouldn’t you know this?
Ava: there are some gaps in my knowledge.
Nah just the middleweight one, I drop it back to him at the next show, but it was cool to hold one.
Ava: that’s it… just cool? You didn’t feel any pride or desperation to hold it for longer?
Man, I was 16, I was too busy worrying if I was going to get a good mark on my paper. I was pretty sure I was due for a world title shot soon anyways.
Ava: were you?
… you know the answer to that.
~the bell sound, Ethan immediately rushing the older competitor with a barrage of strikes, backing him into the corner before taking a few steps back for a running dropkick.~
Ava: good start.
Yeah, start strong finish strong… something I learned early on, of course my cardio wasn’t as good back then, but the statement still holds up.
~It’s a back-and-forth match, the two wrestlers are evenly matched, making the contest exciting, Ethan controls most of the pacing, while the champ plays defense. But Ethan hits a huge running knee strike, the champ is in trouble. Ethan climbs the top turnbuckle, nailing him with an elbow drop. Ref Slides in~
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2
Kick out
Ava: WOW, you don’t do that anymore.
No way, too much risk. The only time I fly is a springboard… or a dive or something, top rope is too dangerous.
Ava: high risk… but high reward.
Maybe…
~The champ gets back to his feet, Ethan Delivers some stiff Forearm strikes, then runs off the ropes for a strike to the back of the head. He rolls him over for the pin. Ref gets down.~
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2
3!!
~The crowd explodes, the kid did it, his first taste of gold.~
Here is your winner… and NEW Stampede Wrestling Middleweight Champion… ETHAN YOUNG!
Ava: well done.
I’m sure you saying that would have made him very happy a couple years ago… I think I know where we are going next.
Ava: You think so?
First big title win right?
Ava: Ha-ha… not exactly.
~Another door appears next to them, just the two of them seeing this phantom door. They walk through it, right into another arena… a much larger one this time. A match already in progress.~
Ava: Decemb-
December 15th 2021… I don’t want to be here.
Ava: you getting good at this, this is the match where you get hurt right?
~Easton’s silence speaks volumes, clearly uncomfortable with this match, the trauma still stuck with him.~
Ava: this is the match where you tear your Knee up off a shitty dropkick gone bad.
I went too high and landed on my knee… tore my fibula.
Ava: we can really leave if you want… but I would recommend watching this again.
~Easton stares on in discomfort, and he sees himself, throw a high angle dropkick to his large opponent. He drops hard and rolls around the ring for a while before the Ref calls for the bell. The fans boo, as the Easton in the stands gets up and walks out. Ava in hot pursuit. They get outside of the venue, snow covering the sidewalk and roads.~
I really didn’t want to see that again…
Ava: I know bud… but you’re floundering in OCW. You haven’t won a single match, and your strategy isn’t changing, how many more title opportunity are you going to get before you realize that what your doing isn’t enough.
AND WHAT DO YOU CARE… WHO THE FUCK EVEN ARE YOU.
Ava: you asked me that already.
WELL… I’m asking again.
Ava: I’m somebody who really gives a shit about you kid, somebody who wants more than anything to see you succeed. You’ve wanted to wrestle for OCW since you were a kid, you even moved away form home to go to the same school Bob Grainer trained at. And now you’re throwing it all away… that’s not what I taught you.
… no… no I have been changing, I’ve been getting better.
Ava: NO, you haven’t been, your ranked at the very bottom, you got tossed second in the Battle royal, and if you don’t do something you’re going to lose your chance at the Craze title too. You need to stop worrying about hitting the Cursed Night and worry about breaking down your opponents and find a weakness.
OH YES OF COURSE, its so fucking easy to just find a weakness in the best wrestlers in the world, why didn’t I fucking think of that… bring me back to the island.
Ava: East come on man…
Take me back… now!
Ava: okay kid… whatever you say
~a door slowly opens beside Easton, he takes a long look before turning his attention back to the arena, all the thoughts running through his head, trying to remember what happens next.~
Ava: what’s wrong?
I… I don’t know honestly… it feels like I shouldn’t leave yet…
Ava: now you’re getting it, you wanna go find him?
Yeah, let’s go
~The two race through the venue, trying to find a way to sneak to the back, while a security guard is dealing with some people try to steal from the merch table, Easton and Ava make their way through the restricted hallways. They find a Locker room, and hear pain filled groans coming from the inside. Two men in suits leave the locker room, as Easton and Ava try their hardest to look like ring crew.~
Suit 1: Shit man… this could ruin this whole thing, I mean Marcus fucking Welsh was in the crowd tonight, that kid has no idea how much exposure he lost us.
Suit 2: fuck you could say that again, lets talk with the boss, let him know what’s going on, we can strip the belt off him and then if he doesn’t get better in a couple months just fire him.
Suit 1: that’s probably for the best.
?:what’s for the best?
~Everybody turns to look whose voice that was, a man in a suit and tie, Hair slicked back a bit, and cleanly trimmed beard. Marcus Welsh stands before the two stooges.~
Marcus: Let me see the kid… I’ve got something for him.
~He slaps a clipboard in the hands and the two point to the locker room, Marcus makes his way inside, as the stooges make their way to the GM’s office, our heroes slip inside to observe. Marcus takes a knee next to the Injured Easton Alexander and puts the clip board in front of him~
Marcus: Hey there mate, I’m Marcus, General Manager of OCW.
Easton (injured): Yeah… I know…
How would you like to be an OCW wrestler?
Sir… I would like to… but the doctor said I’m going to be gone for a while... 4-5 months at least.
That’s fine, you sign this now, and in 5 months, When your back and ready. Take a flight to Ireland… I want you to fight for OCW.
~Marcus hands him a pen, and Easton signs the contract. After that Marcus takes a seat and the two of them start shooting the shit.~
Ava: *whispering* Lets get out of here, shall we?
~They exit the Locker room, except ending up back in the backstage hallway, they end up back on the island.~
Man, what a trip down memory lane eh?
Ava: yeah…
I think I understand now, why you brought me back to those places.
Ava: well… let me hear it.
Back in those days it was all for fun, I wasn’t committed to it back then as I am now, this is my job now and I have to treat it as such, I feel like now I have a duty and everybody owes me something… nobody owes me anything, not a god damn thing. Im gonna earn every inch in this game, every step I take I’m gonna get better and better. Sunday night in front of the whole world I will become the number one contender for the Craze Championship, I’ve been saying for weeks now that somethings gonna give… well I figured out what its gonna be, I’m gonna give… im gonna give one hundred and ten percent.
Ava: That’s the spirit man! Go kick some ass.
~Ava steps back though the door, and the door fades away, leaving Easton on his own. But the silence doesn’t last long and the tip of a speak pokes his back.~
Shit… Dammit Marcus.
~Fade to black~
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~The days grow longer and longer on wrestle island, but as the OCW cast and crew inch closer and closer to a way off this deserted hunk of land, some are struggling with that final push to Technical Difficulties. One in particular, a newcomer, a person who the OCW faithful are becoming very familiar with. Easton Alexander. Sitting back in his spot, now reduced to a single stump and a land covered in ash, he’s been keeping a grip on his sanity for a while now, however he’s wasting too much energy keeping it bottled up, and he’s about to release some of that pent up aggression. Alexander walks over to a tree, Half of it burnt by the fires caused by the visitors. He takes a deep breath before slugging the log. And with a shout comes another swing, and just before he can swing a third time, a door appears out of thin air beside him and a man in a dress shirt and tie walks out~
?: Hey there kid, long time no see.
~Easton doesn’t even blink, words escape him as he stares intently, trying to scan this well-dressed stranger.~
?: Okay, you have questions. Well lay em on me but make it fast ‘we’ have places to be.
What do you mean we? if you think I’m going anywhere with you, your out of your mind.
?: than I must be out of my mind… you wanna stay here all day, inhaling ash and dust? Plus, if you don’t come now, we are gonna be late.
Late for what?
?: hurry up and I’ll show you.
~the mysterious stranger walks through the door, not giving Easton a second to think. He scans the door, making sure that this magical door is legit. Against all laws of… common sense, he walks through the door.~
~The two pop out in a city street, neon lights illuminate the roads.~
Where… the fuck… are we.
?: Well…
~the man takes out a pocket watch.~
?: looks like California…
Okay that’s not too bad.
?: In the year 2077.
WHAT!?
?: I think we took the wrong door…
THERE WAS ONLY ONE DOOR, WHAT DO YOU MEAN?
?: keep your voice down will you… and watch yourself, I think they’re coming.
They? Who’s they?
?: you know them, just watch.
~Gun shots ring out and echo through the streets as a woman in a golden suit is running down the sidewalk. Two other chasing close behind.~
Oh no shit, it’s Victoria and Veronica. Do they have guns-
~before he can even finish the thought, they light up the businesswoman with a volley of rounds. Our mysterious man quickly pulls Easton into another door before they can be spotted.~
~Easton is shoved through this door and lands in a snowbank.~
COLD COLD COLD…. Hold on…
~Easton takes a big breath of air.~
I know where we are, this is North Bay.
?: you can tell just by the smell?
Yeah, if you focus really hard you can smell the depression and high gas prices.
?: you can smell high gas prices?
Usually, but its faint this time… not as high. What year are we in?
~the man checks his pocket watch once again, dialing in the right stetting’s.~
?: April 8th, 2016. We are right outside the North Bay legion Hall.
Why now? why here?
?: because you need to remember why you wrestle, you’ve lost what makes you dangerous, you need to get tougher if you want to win that Craze title shot.
Why do you care? who the fuck even are you?
?: I’ll tell you, all in due time, for now you can call me… Ava.
Okay…well Ava, are we going inside or… we just sitting out here in the cold?
Ava: yeah, lets head on in.
~Easton and Ava make their way into the building; a light cheering can be heard from the Legion Hall. People shouting encouragement… very aggressively. A ring is set up in the middle of this building, with about 40-50 people sitting in chairs around the outside. Banners set up around the ring say “Northland Pro” inside the ring what looks to be a small child in neon green shorts and yellow arm bands, is getting his ass kicked by a much larger competitor. our 2 heroes take a seat near the guard rail, getting close to the action.~
So… here we are, watching this dude get his ass kicked, so let’s talk.
Ava: Sure…
~A long pause lays between the two of them.~
Ava: did you want to go first or?
No sorry I assumed that you were going to say something.
Ava: no that’s fine I understand. Ask away.
You said something about finding what makes me dangerous, getting tougher and stuff like that, I assume that’s why we are here, so what is it exactly you want me to see?
Ava: you remember how this match goes right?
Yeah, the little one “Scotty Highlights” gets shit canned for 20 minutes by the bigger one “Jimmy the body”, Jimmy hits the running power slam, rolls into the cover, 1 2 3.
Ava: you don’t like this match, do you?
It goes 15 minutes more than it needs too, Jimmy should have just hit his shit and got out of there, the kid doesn’t deserve that. Jimmy wanted to teach the kid a lesson in respect even though he showed him nothing but the whole time he was here. Jimmy was just being an asshole. And nobody ever did anything to stop him. That’s the funny thing about wrestling, you can be as respectful as possible, kiss every ass you see, shake every hand, do all the right things… and people will still hate you.
Ava: Very passionate, sounds like you’re speaking from experience man… did something like this happen to you?
~Easton laughs, not too loud but loud enough for people to notice~
Yeah man, it happened to me… it’s happening right now, in that very ring… but you already knew that right?
Ava: Yeah… that’s why I brought you here, because I think you need to see this again, you need to see the moment that made you who you are, when you become the Dragon.
Well than we are in the wrong place, because I lost this match, bad… and I didn’t learn a damn thing.
Ava: it’s not too late, what you do here doesn’t matter, this timeline already happened. If you want to run in there and help him, it won’t change anything in your timeline.
Timeline? You’re starting to talk like Marcus… I’m not getting in there, its already to late, the match is over anyways.
Ava: suit yourself.
~ Jimmy tosses Scotty across the ring with Scotty landing hard and rolling into the corner. He gets to his feet as Jimmy runs him over with a big Lariat. While scotty is on the ground Jimmy boots him in the face.~
Come on kid, just stay down…
~Scotty is hoisted up on Jimmy’s shoulder and is dropped with a running powerslam.~
There, its over… can we go now?
Ava: not yet… it’s not over
~Easton turns his attention back to ring as Jimmy lifts Scotty back onto his shoulders, something snaps within Easton, he stands up and leans over the barricade.~
COME ON KID, TUCK YOUR ARM AROUND HIS HEAD AND SLIDE BACK.
~the last chance for the youngster, one shout of direction… but it seems like its too late, but right as Jimmy starts to run, Scotty slips behind his back and rolls him up! The Ref Slide into the count, Scott’s full weight on the pin.~
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2
3!!!
~Scotty picks up the win, and quickly slides out of the ring and runs to the back, Jimmy in hot pursuit.~
Ava come on! We got to help me.
Ava: we don’t have time East.
What are you talking abou—
~once Easton turns around, he’s shoved through another door. Landing in the snowy streets of ‘somewhere else’ Ava follows adjusting his tie and checking the pocket watch once again. Easton jumps to his feet, getting face to face with Ava.~
Don’t you ever shove me like that again! Or I’ll shove that watch where the sun doesn’t shine.
~Ava is unfazed, continuing to dial in settings on his watch.~
Ava: …you done?
…Yeah man… I think so… where are we?
Ava: Calgary Alberta Canada, September 26th, 2019.
Ha! No way. Stampede championship wrestling, Rumble in the North. This is the day I win my first title!
Ava: that’s right, I guess we don’t even have to be here since you know what I want to show you.
NO… I mean let’s go see it, I’m… still really proud of this… please.
Ava: of course, let’s go.
~Easton leads the way through Calgary’s quiet streets. Easton points out some food places he used to frequent back in the day, Ava just nods, he already knows what he’s gonna say. Doesn’t take them long to reach the venue, wouldn’t you guess it… A legion hall. Packed from wall to wall with Rabid fans, the ring is empty as Ava and Easton take their time finding spot in the standing room, the lights go down.~
~Diary of Jane by Breaking Benjamin Plays through the speakers set in the ring, the fans go wild as a cleaner shaven and much less jacked Easton Alexander walks through the curtain. High fiving kids and adults while knifing down the aisle. He jumps on the top turnbuckle, singing along with the crowd.~
Somethings getting in my way
Somethings just about to break
I will try to find my place
In the diary of Jane
~the announcer Bellows over the Mic.~
From North Bay Ontario Canada, weighing in tonight at 173 and 1 half pounds. ETHAN YOOOOUNG.
Oh man, what a shitty name.
Ava: you picked it didn’t you?
Yeah, but I was 16, I thought it sounded cool, like I was a star. But all these years later and its pretty shitty.
Ava: music taste was pretty sweet.
Oh yeah well that never changed, still got a banger song today.
~The Spotlight shifts back to the curtain, as the music dies down, All my life by the Foo Fighters plays over the speakers as the crowd cheer even louder. A good old fashion good guy battle, out of the curtain pops out a man in his late 40s, Belts wrapped around both shoulders. One labelled “Stampede Wrestling Middleweight Championship” and the other “Stampede Wrestling North American Championship” the announcer introduces the champion.~
From the Farms of Edmonton, and the fires of hell! THIS IS CAGE.
Ava: both belts on the line?
Shouldn’t you know this?
Ava: there are some gaps in my knowledge.
Nah just the middleweight one, I drop it back to him at the next show, but it was cool to hold one.
Ava: that’s it… just cool? You didn’t feel any pride or desperation to hold it for longer?
Man, I was 16, I was too busy worrying if I was going to get a good mark on my paper. I was pretty sure I was due for a world title shot soon anyways.
Ava: were you?
… you know the answer to that.
~the bell sound, Ethan immediately rushing the older competitor with a barrage of strikes, backing him into the corner before taking a few steps back for a running dropkick.~
Ava: good start.
Yeah, start strong finish strong… something I learned early on, of course my cardio wasn’t as good back then, but the statement still holds up.
~It’s a back-and-forth match, the two wrestlers are evenly matched, making the contest exciting, Ethan controls most of the pacing, while the champ plays defense. But Ethan hits a huge running knee strike, the champ is in trouble. Ethan climbs the top turnbuckle, nailing him with an elbow drop. Ref Slides in~
1
2
Kick out
Ava: WOW, you don’t do that anymore.
No way, too much risk. The only time I fly is a springboard… or a dive or something, top rope is too dangerous.
Ava: high risk… but high reward.
Maybe…
~The champ gets back to his feet, Ethan Delivers some stiff Forearm strikes, then runs off the ropes for a strike to the back of the head. He rolls him over for the pin. Ref gets down.~
1
2
3!!
~The crowd explodes, the kid did it, his first taste of gold.~
Here is your winner… and NEW Stampede Wrestling Middleweight Champion… ETHAN YOUNG!
Ava: well done.
I’m sure you saying that would have made him very happy a couple years ago… I think I know where we are going next.
Ava: You think so?
First big title win right?
Ava: Ha-ha… not exactly.
~Another door appears next to them, just the two of them seeing this phantom door. They walk through it, right into another arena… a much larger one this time. A match already in progress.~
Ava: Decemb-
December 15th 2021… I don’t want to be here.
Ava: you getting good at this, this is the match where you get hurt right?
~Easton’s silence speaks volumes, clearly uncomfortable with this match, the trauma still stuck with him.~
Ava: this is the match where you tear your Knee up off a shitty dropkick gone bad.
I went too high and landed on my knee… tore my fibula.
Ava: we can really leave if you want… but I would recommend watching this again.
~Easton stares on in discomfort, and he sees himself, throw a high angle dropkick to his large opponent. He drops hard and rolls around the ring for a while before the Ref calls for the bell. The fans boo, as the Easton in the stands gets up and walks out. Ava in hot pursuit. They get outside of the venue, snow covering the sidewalk and roads.~
I really didn’t want to see that again…
Ava: I know bud… but you’re floundering in OCW. You haven’t won a single match, and your strategy isn’t changing, how many more title opportunity are you going to get before you realize that what your doing isn’t enough.
AND WHAT DO YOU CARE… WHO THE FUCK EVEN ARE YOU.
Ava: you asked me that already.
WELL… I’m asking again.
Ava: I’m somebody who really gives a shit about you kid, somebody who wants more than anything to see you succeed. You’ve wanted to wrestle for OCW since you were a kid, you even moved away form home to go to the same school Bob Grainer trained at. And now you’re throwing it all away… that’s not what I taught you.
… no… no I have been changing, I’ve been getting better.
Ava: NO, you haven’t been, your ranked at the very bottom, you got tossed second in the Battle royal, and if you don’t do something you’re going to lose your chance at the Craze title too. You need to stop worrying about hitting the Cursed Night and worry about breaking down your opponents and find a weakness.
OH YES OF COURSE, its so fucking easy to just find a weakness in the best wrestlers in the world, why didn’t I fucking think of that… bring me back to the island.
Ava: East come on man…
Take me back… now!
Ava: okay kid… whatever you say
~a door slowly opens beside Easton, he takes a long look before turning his attention back to the arena, all the thoughts running through his head, trying to remember what happens next.~
Ava: what’s wrong?
I… I don’t know honestly… it feels like I shouldn’t leave yet…
Ava: now you’re getting it, you wanna go find him?
Yeah, let’s go
~The two race through the venue, trying to find a way to sneak to the back, while a security guard is dealing with some people try to steal from the merch table, Easton and Ava make their way through the restricted hallways. They find a Locker room, and hear pain filled groans coming from the inside. Two men in suits leave the locker room, as Easton and Ava try their hardest to look like ring crew.~
Suit 1: Shit man… this could ruin this whole thing, I mean Marcus fucking Welsh was in the crowd tonight, that kid has no idea how much exposure he lost us.
Suit 2: fuck you could say that again, lets talk with the boss, let him know what’s going on, we can strip the belt off him and then if he doesn’t get better in a couple months just fire him.
Suit 1: that’s probably for the best.
?:what’s for the best?
~Everybody turns to look whose voice that was, a man in a suit and tie, Hair slicked back a bit, and cleanly trimmed beard. Marcus Welsh stands before the two stooges.~
Marcus: Let me see the kid… I’ve got something for him.
~He slaps a clipboard in the hands and the two point to the locker room, Marcus makes his way inside, as the stooges make their way to the GM’s office, our heroes slip inside to observe. Marcus takes a knee next to the Injured Easton Alexander and puts the clip board in front of him~
Marcus: Hey there mate, I’m Marcus, General Manager of OCW.
Easton (injured): Yeah… I know…
How would you like to be an OCW wrestler?
Sir… I would like to… but the doctor said I’m going to be gone for a while... 4-5 months at least.
That’s fine, you sign this now, and in 5 months, When your back and ready. Take a flight to Ireland… I want you to fight for OCW.
~Marcus hands him a pen, and Easton signs the contract. After that Marcus takes a seat and the two of them start shooting the shit.~
Ava: *whispering* Lets get out of here, shall we?
~They exit the Locker room, except ending up back in the backstage hallway, they end up back on the island.~
Man, what a trip down memory lane eh?
Ava: yeah…
I think I understand now, why you brought me back to those places.
Ava: well… let me hear it.
Back in those days it was all for fun, I wasn’t committed to it back then as I am now, this is my job now and I have to treat it as such, I feel like now I have a duty and everybody owes me something… nobody owes me anything, not a god damn thing. Im gonna earn every inch in this game, every step I take I’m gonna get better and better. Sunday night in front of the whole world I will become the number one contender for the Craze Championship, I’ve been saying for weeks now that somethings gonna give… well I figured out what its gonna be, I’m gonna give… im gonna give one hundred and ten percent.
Ava: That’s the spirit man! Go kick some ass.
~Ava steps back though the door, and the door fades away, leaving Easton on his own. But the silence doesn’t last long and the tip of a speak pokes his back.~
Shit… Dammit Marcus.
~Fade to black~