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| Thirteen vs. Ryan Watson; SCW Adrenaline Championship | |
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| Topic Started: Aug 2 2011, 03:06 PM (192 Views) | |
| Kassie Khane | Aug 2 2011, 03:06 PM Post #1 |
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SCW PRESENTS: Breakdown Thirteen vs. Ryan Watson SCW Adrenaline Championship Deadline: Noon EST Tuesday, August 9, 2011 2 RP Limit per match 3 RP Limit per singles match, 4 per team for the tag match. Good Luck everyone!~~ |
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| Ryan Watson | Aug 8 2011, 09:00 AM Post #2 |
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OOC NOTE: Sorry it took so long to get my first up, i went from having what was SUPPOSED to be a weekend off to having all three days booked solid with various stuff. But yeah, here's my first offering. I may get another up, depending on whether i can come up with a storyline to run. As usual, the scene's are off camera but the shoot is fair game. If i don't get a second up Ruppy, good luck man and I hope you enjoy ![]() Watson Vs Thirteen #1 |
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| Ruppy | Aug 9 2011, 10:26 AM Post #3 |
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That Caring, Creative Soul Sitting In the Corner
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The sun had risen on the big day, but little James hadn’t gotten any sleep the night before. He’d been too deep in his thoughts, trying to piece together the puzzle he would begin facing about an hour from now. Yesterday his dad had dropped quite a few bombs all over him, not only revealing that he’d known for some time about his trips around confinement to care for his baby sister, but also telling him that he had to actually proclaim the bastard to be a ‘great father’ to his boss in order for him to get a promotion that would help out the entire family… or so he says, anyway. James knew better… he knew that his own father would never be that generous to him without some kind of catch, and just having to go to work with him for the day in clothes he definitely wasn’t used to wearing and acting as though he truly loved and cared about the man who beat him to a bloody pulp on a regular basis was too blatantly obvious to be identified as the catch. Still… he was missing important details that would allow him to finish this puzzle, and the intelligent and defiant young boy knew that these details would only be picked up by playing along with his father’s wishes for a while. Trying to do this on practically no sleep wasn’t going to help him any, but James hadn’t realized he’d spent far too much time trying to analyze the situation until he finally rested his head on his pillow and closed his eyes, only for his door to be unlocked and his father to walk in, already dressed for work and with a smile on his face that was so fake you’d think he was one of those arrogant Hollywood stars trying to pretend they cared about something besides themselves. “Time to wake up James, it’s time to get ready for our big day.” Hearing those words leave his father’s mouth with that much ‘enthusiasm’ made the boy wish he truly was lost deep in his dreams so he didn’t have to hear it and want to vomit. He made the feeble attempt to try and fall asleep anyway, hoping his father would leave him alone for a little bit and let him rest, but daddy wouldn’t be denied as he jerked his son out of bed and proceeded to dress him in the suit he’d ‘given’ to him yesterday. His reason for dressing James instead of letting him get dressed himself? “Sorry son, but you’ve never had to actually dress up before, and I’m not going to waste my valuable time this morning waiting on you to figure out how to dress yourself in clothes that are actually worth wearing.” Yeah… such a great father, don’t you think? In any case, it took James’ father about five minutes (and a bit of struggling that caused him to restrain himself from smacking his son, lest his boss need to inquire about a black eye or red swollen cheek) to finally get his son completely dressed in the black suit, as opposed to however long James had hoped to deliberately take to try and both get some actual rest and give himself more time to figure out how he’d get the information he needed to fill in the blanks. But it wasn’t enough that his father had to dress him… he also had to drag James to the bathroom and made sure the black hair that his parents never bothered to have cut for about two or three years now looked presentable. To James, this meant his father got to spend a good fifteen minutes cutting away his hair (or just plain ripping it out of his head if he felt it wouldn’t be noticeable by his boss) and trying to style it to look exactly like his own hair. At one point, after having a nice chunk of hair ripped out from the roots, James felt it wouldn’t hurt to try and ask. “Dad, why does my hair have to look like yours? I like my hair-” “And I don’t give a damn what you like, brat. You’re going to look presentable so my boss doesn’t think I’m neglectful as far as something like a simple routine haircut for you goes. You’re actually going to look like a normal little boy today, and if this works out and I get my promotion I might be nice enough to let you grow your hair out as much as you like.” His father may not have been too brutal physically today (barring the spots where he could still feel his hair being ripped away) but he wasn’t pulling any punches verbally. Whether it was just compensating for not being able to hit James for the sake of his son’s presentability in front of the office or he was trying to simply remove all the hatred he had for the ‘child that ruined his life’ to be genuinely caring for the day, James would never know. Once his father had finished the makeover, James was drug downstairs and into the kitchen to eat breakfast, which surprised him for the sheer fact that he was rarely allowed to eat breakfast and he was certain his father would stick to that gun even today. But no, Mr. Asher was going all-out to try and make sure James would be the ‘perfect son’ once they reached the office so he could secure the promotion he kept talking about. Upon entering the kitchen the father and son got sight of Mrs. Asher finishing to set their breakfast on the table before getting some baby food for Kelly to enjoy. The baby was seated in a high chair and seemed to become more happy and energetic at the sight of her beloved older brother, despite his forced change in appearance for the day. James finally smiled and went to go sit by Kelly, only for his mother to cut him off with a glare in her eyes. “You think that just because you’re getting special treatment today because of how important a promotion for your father is to our family means you’re going to be allowed anywhere near the baby? Well-” “Go right ahead James.” That point made time almost stand still. James was absolutely stunned, and his mom was staring at her husband with a look that easily said ‘What the hell?’ The only one unaffected was Kelly, though being a baby and not fully knowing what was going on made it understandable. “You can’t be serious honey…” “If everything goes well today dear, what James is experiencing today will become a regular occurrence. He should start getting used to the better life we’ll be living, especially if it shows him what to expect if he will be on his best behavior today at the office.” James just shrugged and took the seat next to Kelly, digging in to the pancakes before him with a smile as his mom seemed about ready to go off on her husband, causing the two to leave the room for a moment to discuss what had just happened. There was a bit of shouting to be heard that quickly quieted down, but James was far too busy having his first true breakfast in ages and making funny faces for baby Kelly’s amusement. It was another few minutes (and James was done with his pancakes by then) before his parents returned into the kitchen, his father calmly taking his seat and eating his own breakfast while his mom chose to ignore his existence and get Kelly fed. James had no idea what had just happened, but he was starting to like it. It felt like he had fallen into somewhat of a parallel world. Maybe his father truly was right about the promotion and he was trying to wean himself off of his daily torturing of his son to make him happy enough to get through the work day? James still had his suspicions, but he couldn’t argue with how different his father’s attitude was this morning and how far he was going just to make sure James acted the way he wanted him to so he could be promoted. Maybe… just maybe… things were finally starting to look up for him… [align=center]------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------[/align] August 3, 2011 Kelly walked down the stairs after having spend the past 15 minutes in her room speaking with her adoptive parents, knowing exactly where she’d find her brother. As he had been since Rise to Greatness had ended, he was seated in front of the TV watching what little amount of match tapes he could find for Ryan Watson, the man he would do battle with for the SCW Adrenaline Title in just one week’s time. At the moment he was watching Watson’s match with Thorn from an Ammo back in May, a match he must’ve watched at least ten times by this point. She leaned over him and flicked him in the head to get his attention. And judging by the glare on his face, it worked. “What is it Kelly? Can’t you see I’m studying here?” “That’s all you’ve been doing since Rise to Greatness. You’ve done nothing but watch Watson’s matches and train, nothing else. I know you’d like to get your first SCW title so soon after your debut, but that doesn’t mean you can spend every waking moment training.” “And why exactly can’t I sis?” “You taught me that training nonstop, especially for a title match, will eventually burn you out. I don’t want to see my brother tired and moving at a snail’s pace next Wednesday night.” James couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. He never thought Kelly would turn his own advice against him. He grabbed the remote and shut off the TV, knowing full well by now that the match was about to end with Thorn being distracted and Watson rolling him up for the pin. “Alright Kelly… I’m assuming that you wanted my attention so badly that you have something else in mind to do. What is it?” Kelly just chuckled and flashed him a smile. “Am I really that predictable?” “Somewhat, though you’re lucky you aren’t predictable in the ring.” “Whatever. I just got off the phone with our stepparents. Since we’re going to be in town next week, they want us to come over for a barbecue and spend some time with them. Especially if we arrive with titles around our waists.” James couldn’t help but smirk at that thought. While he would be busy trying to claim the Adrenaline Title next week, Kelly would be seeking a title of her own that Sunday on pay-per-view. If she won, it’d be the first title she held without her brother by her side, which she felt would be a major accomplishment and help establish her own legacy outside of her brother’s shadow. “They just want a reason to spend time with us because you’ll have some time off after that pay-per-view of yours and SCW is settling here in Chicago this week so I don’t have to go anywhere, is that it?” “Probably. But it’s still a nice idea. And it would get you out of the house for something other than training or traveling somewhere for a show for once.” While Kelly found amusement in that, James’ smile slowly faded from his face as he turned his attention to the now-blank screen of the TV, gazing at what little bit of his own reflection that he could see. Kelly wasted no time in picking up on this. “Did I… say something wrong? I’m sorry James…” James could only sigh in response to his sister’s apology. “It’s not you Kelly… it’s me. It’s so many things regarding me.” “Please don’t tell me you’re putting unnecessary pressure on yourself because of that ‘beginning legacy’ of yours again.” “It’s not that… not this time.” Now Kelly was confused. Whenever her brother was like this when he joined a wrestling company not too long before, he was usually nervous because of what she referred to as his ‘beginning legacy.’ What is that, you ask? Basically, in every company James has ever walked into, he’s earned a title opportunity within his first few matches and claimed the title in his first opportunity. Not once had he ever failed in his first title match in a company, and when he found himself in that position these days he usually got nervous and frustrated about the possibility of that legacy being snapped. But if it wasn’t the case this time… “Then what is it James?” “…you remember our childhood, right Kelly? You remember the early days of your existence in that hell we used to call our home?” “Barely. I was still a newborn around that time, remember?” “I know, but still… even long after that, our parents kept me locked in my room, isolated from everything else outside those walls. Even when I escaped out my window, it was only to come downstairs and take care of you while they were both gone. Not once in my life did I ever know the joy of spending time outside. Even today… the only time I go out isn’t to have any kind of fun at all or do try and relax or rest. It’s to go somewhere to either train or wrestle or to use as a background for a promo. I just…” He sighs again, even when Kelly put a comforting arm around his shoulders. She knew how her brother was going to end this: “I just can’t find it in me to actually enjoy anything besides wrestling.” “You know I can help you learn to break that habit, right? Not everything from our pasts still have to linger inside of us.” “It’s easier for you. You got to spend so many years with our foster family, long before I ever got to meet them. You’re used to actually being able to go outside and have fun. I’m not…” “That’s really not a good attitude to have, especially when there will be quite a bit of celebrating after you win that title in front of everyone here in Chicago. You know how things get here after something like that.” “I don’t really see what that has anything to do with-” “James, you know that we’ve helped each other and saved each other so many times in our lives. Just give me a chance to help you out here… just because you act like a demon in the ring doesn’t mean you have to live like one outside of it. Just… give me a chance to try and get you accustomed to doing some things you’ve never tried before. Who knows? It helped me when I had to first go outside and have fun after I was adopted. Just… don’t let that inner darkness start controlling your life again.” James gave it some thought. Kelly had helped him out so much ever since she was born, and the way he was keeping himself confined to their home reminded him too much of the life he’d tried to abandon along with her. Was he really going to allow himself to slip back into a life he despised with every fiber of his being? “…what’s your first step for this healing process of yours sis?” James could almost swear Kelly’s smile was as bright as the sun at that point as she drug him out the door, leaving him to wonder exactly what he’d gotten himself into… and if it would possibly help him connect in any way with the Chicago crowd that would be behind him no matter what come Breakdown when Ryan Watson set foot on their turf. [align=center]------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------[/align] “What’s the difference between brutal honesty and pure arrogance? To most people, there is no difference, because they don’t like hearing someone say they’re the best or that you cannot defeat them. It’s such a shame that the two can become so easily blurred together because most people are too stubborn to try and realize the biggest difference between the two and would rather just fire back with pointless rambling to start a verbal battle that consists of nothing but both individuals claiming they’re better with no rhyme or reason. Honesty and arrogance are nothing more than opposite sides of the same coin. The one thing that separates the two is simple: arrogance is just someone’s opinion consisting of nothing more than meaningless claims of superiority, where honesty is a similar claim that has facts to back it up and give it validity. This is the reason why Ryan Watson and myself are also opposite sides of the coin. He admits to having an ego and talks nonstop about how he’s so great, where I am content with listing off every reason that adds up to my inevitable victory. Just ask those poor souls who thought I was merely being cocky when I warned them all that the Adrenaline Title #1 contender’s match was mine to lose and that I would need to be taken out if any of them were to have any hope of claiming that prize. I told them all exactly why my words were the bitter truth, and what happened when none of them heeded that truth? One by one, their aspirations for championship glory faded into the darkness before their very eyes… Now I head to Breakdown to claim my reward, and the man holding my crown is already desperately trying to find something to say to me that will convince me that I’m not going to put a premature end to his reign. Ryan, perhaps you’d have been better off getting lessons about psychological warfare from your stablemate Ravyn Taylor. At least she and I share a similar philosophy in stating all the facts as to why we will not be defeated, whereas you just cling to your ego in hopes that it will produce something other than ‘My name is Ryan Watson and I’m just better than you’ for once. You want an example? How about you wasting a few minutes trying to find a new way to beat a dead horse when it comes to insulting me for how I look? It’s not that I wasn’t expecting you to go that route… it’s that I actually expected you, the Adrenaline Champion and a member of SCW’s most notorious and well-known stable, to be above that. Anybody can rip into another person because of how they look, but to see a member of Infamous doing the same generic opening insult towards me as everybody else? Next time, don’t let your ego dictate how you’re going to start speaking against a very serious threat to your throne. You really want to try and talk about destiny with me kid? You think you can try to poke holes in what I’ve said about taking my destiny into my own hands? Live my life first, and if you survive then come back and talk with me. See, it’s easy for you to just say that you’re in control of your own destiny when you’ve never had to face a circumstance where if you didn’t grab destiny by the throat then you sure as hell wouldn’t be standing here today. If you had to endure what I’ve gone through in life’ you’d know that even when you control your own destiny it’s never set in stone. No one can ever account for curveballs that might be thrown in out of nowhere, and I’ve had to deal with those constantly with every step I take down the road of my existence. You want to try and use my match with Hallucigen as an example? Tell me… if you were in my place and so firmly in control of your destiny, would you have foreseen Josh Hudson walking out to the ring and wrapping a noose around that masked fanboy’s neck to give him the win by DQ? Would you have stopped it at the risk of Hudson causing you injury heading into your big Adrenaline Title opportunity at Rise to Greatness? Or how about Taking Hold of the Flame? Would you have had the inhuman reflexes to see that a flying knee was about to hit you once its initial target moved at the last second? I took my destiny in my hands and it brought me to this match with you, but I’m not foolish enough to believe that something unexpected might happen that will come to cost me. Nobody is perfect, after all… especially myself… Sadly, I need to reiterate my point about letting your ego do the talking for you once again, because you really didn’t listen close enough to what I said for my match on the Rise to Greatness pre-show, did you? Tell me where I said exactly that the Adrenaline Title was worthless and nothing more than a stepping stone. You’re just like all the sheep who told me that my debut at Taking Hold of the Flame was a failure because I guaranteed victory when I said no such thing. You don’t understand my words so your feeble mind twists them into something that you can understand and try to use against me. Is the Adrenaline Title a gateway to other championship opportunities here in SCW? Absolutely. Does that mean I’m going to just use the title to force myself into contention for another title? Absolutely not. Once that title is put around my waist, I will spend every passing day working to make sure that I create my own legacy with that championship. That way, when I finally lose it, I’ll feel accomplished so I can move on to seeking a new prize without any regrets as to what else I could’ve done to be a better champion. Plus, it gives me a chance to try and redefine the Adrenaline division because you, like everybody else, believe that in order to succeed here you need to know how to fly, and I’d much rather keep my feet on the ground and make sure yours stay there as well rather than try to conform to this belief that the Adrenaline division is for the high-flyers that just love doing acrobatics for all the fans to try and impress them. I’d love for you to tell me how that translates to me simply taking that belt from you and never giving a damn about it again so I can get more gold around my waist. Tell me something Ryan… did you even stop to take notice of where Breakdown is this Wednesday night? In case you haven’t noticed, Breakdown is being held in Chicago, Illinois… the place where I call home now. This is where your ego will truly be put to the test kid. When we were wrestling in Great Britain, you got to feel some love from your fellow countrymen even though you’re the kind of guy that wants to be hated until the day he retires from this business. In Chicago, you’re going to be on the opposite side of that scenario. I know that you first came into this business and were hated right off the bat because you’re egotistical, you aligned yourself with Infamous, and you’re willing to bend the rules however you please if it means you get the victory at the end of the day. But while you’ve felt those fans jeering your every move, you have yet to experience true hostility. You have never had to face anybody in front of a crowd that wants you dead should you win, regardless of how you’re normally treated by the fans. Not only is this where I have an advantage, but this is also where my vast amount of experience when compared to you comes into play. See, I’ve been in your shoes before. I’ve wrestled people in front of their hometown crowd, all their friends and family. I’ve experienced the feeling of an entire arena packed to the rafters wanting to start a riot if I beat their precious hometown hero. And you know what? It didn’t feel any different than the hostility I’ve faced throughout my very existence, so I merely shrugged it off and went about my business no matter what they thought. But this will be the first time you’ve had to face that, and I’m curious to see whether or not you’ll crack under that pressure. You won’t just hear a standard set of boos and ‘Watson sucks’ chants in Chicago… you’re going to hear chants from people so passionate about a fellow resident of Chicago competing for a title that want me to literally rip your head off and throw it out to them to do as they please with it. Honestly, I don’t give a damn whether or not Chicago fans love me because I’m the ‘hometown hero’ on this night or hate me just like everybody else does, because the only thing I’ll be focused on is choking you until you can see nothing but darkness in your fading vision and ripping that title off of your motionless corpse. The Chicago faithful… they’ll cheer me no matter what I do because they’ll blindly follow whatever I say. I’m from Chicago, and everything else about me is irrelevant to them. You, on the other hand… when this night is over, you will know true hatred and from there you’ll have to decide if you can handle that again or not. Most men I know who have to wrestle in an opponent’s hometown crack under the pressure and refuse to go through that again. Will you end up like them, rookie? Will you face the Chicago fans and come away still confident in yourself and your skills? Will you be able to put them out of your head long enough to deal with me? Because as I said, I don’t care whether they cheer me or not just because I’m in my hometown. Let them cheer… I’ll just keep my eyes on picking you apart like a surgeon and walking out of the United Center with the Adrenaline Championship. For all your confidence words Ryan, you now find your world crumbling around you. All hope of your title reign going beyond 18 days is fading away into the darkness, and there’s nothing you can do about it. You prided yourself on having championship gold after only eight matches here, yet you don’t realize that if you include the Taking Hold of the Flame battle royal… this title match of ours will be only my sixth SCW match, meaning your defeat signifies that I will have won that title in a shorter time from my SCW debut than you have. Plus, I won the very first title I ever held in my career in only my second match ever. Think about this… unlike you, I came into this business eight years ago with no formal training and just fought off instinct alone, and in only two matches I had gold around my waist. You, someone who’s been training for a long time before ever setting foot in the ring for the very first time and had connections to this business through friends, needed eight matches to reach the same feat. Do you see how this is all adding up Ryan? Do you truly understand the odds you’ll have to beat in order to maintain your place on the throne? You’ll have to beat a man who not only has far more experience than you, but someone who’s accomplished your only claim to fame in your career so far in much less time and has also earned far more accolades, someone who also will have an entire city behind him that will put even more pressure on you. Can you do it Ryan? Can you beat the odds and escape with your crown? Can you rely on destiny to help save you against so many X-factors that you didn’t plan on? You’d better start believing in angels Ryan, because an angel on your shoulder is the only hope you have of escaping my Hell with that title still in your possession.” |
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| Ryan Watson | Aug 9 2011, 10:49 AM Post #4 |
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OOC NOTE: And here's my second. The promo's not as strong as i'd hoped it would be, but I realised I was nearly out of time so i decided to call time on it. Like you said Ruppy, we haven't faced in quite a while, probably eighteen months ago, but it's been fun dude. Good luck and enjoy ![]() Watson Vs Thirteen #2 |
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