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Hot on of the heels of an ever-arrogant Barbie Summers, Zachary Wake grabbed a mic, then waited eagerly in the gorilla position for his match. Wake quite liked the woman’s work, but her arrogance was nothing compared to what was about to come. Zack looked over to see Roger from sound give him a smile with his unkempt goatee, then pressed a button on his computer, signifying the beginning of Zachary’s theme. Zack smiled back and nodded at the man, then walked out onto the stage. Even beyond the loudness of Zack’s epic theme, the boos were phenomenal. After all, who could forget what Zack did to Winters just two weeks ago? Not only had Caiden just lost the most intense match of his night the previous night for the AWE championship, but Wake stole away his second opportunity the very next day with a low blow.

Wake’s music died down as he stood in the middle of the ramp, and he let the boos continue for a few more seconds before holding the microphone up to his lips. As he opened his mouth to speak, the boos grew louder, and Wake had to stifle a laugh at the reaction he got.
God it was fun to be hated.

“As many of you know, two weeks ago I laid out Caiden Winters in the middle of the ring, killing his opportunity at the gold he so obviously works hard for. Now, I understand that you’re upset he lost, what smark doesn't? But the part that I don’t quite understand is that you BOO ME for it. In case all of you have forgotten, I am a tag team champion, and intercontinental champion, and I’ve worked in this business for TEN GODDAMN YEARS. If anyone in this tournament deserves to be here IT’S ME.” Zack walked down the ramp and up the steel steps, then continued. “Caiden Winters was a joke, and tonight, I’ll prove that Thunderbird is no different. After all, if you recall, last week he defeated Sexton with a roll-up pin.” Zachary laughed as he stepped into the ring. “A roll-up, huh? That is quite possibly the cheapest way to pick up a victory. I have no respect for cowards like him.”

The flurry of boos resumed here with a chant of “YOU’RE A CHEATER!” clap clap clapclapclap started up.

The Native American drums started up and A Tribe Called Red’s music came blaring over the speakers throughout the stadium. The fans in the arena were on their feet cheering for the masked hero of the masses. Thunderbird’s last opponent didn’t see the roll up coming, and after locking eyes with Sexton backstage before stepping out, he knew he’d gained an enemy for life. He just did the job he was told. Jon couldn’t help what the writers decide. He stepped out of the curtain and entered down the ramp leading to the ring.

The fans went nuts. Truth be told Redcrow was a bit nervous. This guy he was facing had twice the experience and was a little bigger. And a damn good heel. However, he looked across the crowd and knew he wasn’t there for the win, he was there for the people. The kid near the front in the Thunderbird mask. The old man in the head dress. Other fans reached out to touch their hero from the sides of the entry ramp and Thunderbird reached out to slap as many hands he could. The kid in the mask up front? Thunderbird got down and shook the kid’s hand and pulled him close for a selfie the child’s mother was taking. The Native didn’t care if he took a beating tonight, he knew that kid would remember this night for the rest of his life. Before Wake could open his mouth again Thunderbird slid into the ring quickly and his opponent dove through the ropes. Then the war dance started from the four sides of the ring ending in the wrestler standing on the second turnbuckle and beating his chest before removing the large head dress. As he did so he felt a double axe handle on his back, being hit from behind, and the ref signaled for the bell.

Wake wasted no time in gaining the upper hand in this fight. He knew Jon loved his flippy shit, and the first opportunity to do said flippy shit, he would take. Now, with Thunderbird hunched over on the top rope, Zack pointed and laughed. The crowd booed in response. Then, in an attempt to finish the match before it really started, Zack placed his head in between Thunderbird’s legs, setting up the electric chair. Jon managed to use the ropes to keep from getting lifted and in luchador-like fashion he threw the heel out of the ring through the ropes with a head-scissor. As his opponent went to the outside of the ring, Thunderbird stepped back on the top rope and after screaming a battle cry threw himself like a corkscrew at his adversary, who scrambled to his feet only to see a body flying in his general direction. Goddamn lucha-bullshit.

Zack held his hands up to catch his adversary, yet still put on a scared expression to make it appear as if he were cowering in fear. The duo tumbled to the ground, and the crowd popped at the intense move right out of the gate. Without hesitation, Thunderbird sprung up from the ground, seemingly unhurt by the move, and picked up Zack, slamming his head into the barricade a few times for good measure before leading him back to the ring. Zack rolled in and stood up on his knees, dazed as Thunderbird climbed back into the ring.

The face stared down at his opponent, then reached to pick him up, being stopped as his legs were pulled away from underneath him, and hitting the mat hard. Not to be caught off guard Thunderbird kicked up at the heel who was still low to the ground and connected to the side of his face before springing up from his back like martial artists often do. The crowd lit up and using their momentum Jon ran and hit the ropes coming back at Wake with a knee strike to the head. He grabbed him up from the ground and sent him into a totem pole suplex. If the crowd could see under the sky blue mask they’d see that smile that gets Jon Redcrow in everyone’s good graces. It was a completely different atmosphere than the Japanese circuit he’d began in. He picked Wake up again and whipped him to the ropes. Thunderbird went for a clothesline, and the heel ducked and came off the ropes with with an explosive clothesline, turning the tide of the battle.

Zachary looked down at Jon and laughed, before getting down in one knee, grabbing a handful of hair, and lifting it up before bashing The Native’s head back down with a fist directly to the nose. Wake repeated twice more before the referee forced Wake’s hand off of Thunderbird’s hair. As Wake stood up once more, then stomped a black boot onto Thunderbird’s face. Methodically, Zack paced around Thunderbird in a circle, stomping on several more limbs, before once more yanking The Native to his feet by his hair.

Wake then kicked Redcrow in the gut, and lifted him up into a stalling suplex, leaving him in the air for a good seven or so seconds before letting his opponent crash down onto the ground. Quickly after getting up, Zack grabbed both of Thunderbird’s legs and folded him overlocking in a vicious Liontamer. Jon’s back was arched such that his face was being smooshed against the ground, and his legs were up above . No cresent expect the moon could rival it, and even then the liontamer would put up a pretty damn good fight. Thunderbird struggled on the floor arms flailing to touch anything. Hit Wake, grab a rope, it didn’t matter, ‘cause it HURT. Zachary only continued to apply pressure, arching The Native’s back further and further.

Even if this was a work, the pain was sure as hell real for Jon. Nevertheless, the hold continued. Zachary looked down, then quietly said. “I’ll lift up, curl up and get out of the hold.” And though Jon was too busy practically being tortured, he heard the message. Zack then looked up, and shouted into the crowd. “YOU DON’T DESERVE THIS!” Whether he was talking to the crowd or Thunderbird, it didn’t matter, because as he did, Zack took some of the pressure off of the liontamer, allowing Jon to push up with his hand and duck his head underneath himself, then launched up into the air, grabbed Zachary’s shoulders, and leant backwards, flipping Zack over the top of him. Zack took the monkey flip well, soaring through the air, then crashing into the mat with a flat back.

Redcrow took the opportunity to climb back to his feet, using the ropes as to assist himself. As he got up, now leaning against the ropes, Zack ran full blast at him, attempting to connect a clothesline. Thunderbird, however, had a different idea. He ducked down and pushed up on Wake’s chest launching him over the top rope, with Wake landing on the apron. As Zack was flying overhead, Jon said to him: “Springboard dropkick.” Zack grabbed with both hands onto the rope, preventing himself from falling onto the hard ground below. He acted groggy, and to an extent, he was. Rassilin’ really takes it outta you. Thunderbird looked at Wake, looked at the turnbuckle, then quickly looked at the crowd, who cheered in anticipation. Thunderbird ran at the ropes perpendicular to the ones Zack was at, jumped on them, then leapt off towards Wake feet first, crashing into him with a vicious dropkick.

Zack took the kick and, with both its force and a little jump from him, he flew backwards, crashing back first into the announcer’s table. Zack dropped to his knees in pain and grasped him back, then made a show to hobble pain to the ring and roll in ever so slowly. Thunderbird wasted no time getting back in the attack, stomping on Zack once before stepping out onto the apron and up onto the top turnbuckle. The crowd started to stand up, take out phones, cheer, chant, and wait in anticipation for Wake to stumble to his feet. Wake obliged, doing the old “turn around slowly while dazed” action, then ate a big dropkick as The Bird soared through the sky. Zack fell onto his back, then rolled further backwards so he flipped around onto his stomach, in the centre of the ring. Jon got up onto his knees and pounced onto Wake, before grabbing Wake’s arm, trapping it in between his legs, and tugging on Wake’s chin, locking in a disgustingly beautiful Crossface. Wake waved his free hand around in desperation, holding close to the ground to make it appear as if it were going to tap, before going back to waving it around.

Even though the babyface had his finisher locked in in the centre of the ring, boos started coming from all directions. Thunderbird looked around, confused, only to see the Sexellence of Sexecution come running down the entrance ramp, equipped with a chair and all. The referee approached the Lovely One, who had jumped up onto the apron, trying to get the ref to let him get into the ring. The ref only responded by pointing at the locker rooms and shouting at Sexton’s face to leave.

This was it. Zack’s opportunity. Granted, they had all planned out the spot beforehand, but it still felt like it was an opportunity Wake would have taken in real life. “You gotta seize opportunity by the balls and never let go.” At least, that was how Zachary was always taught it.

Thunderbird released his hold on Wake and began to walk over to Sexton Love, but was stopped in his tracks as he, just like Caiden Winters two weeks before, got smashed in the groin with a cheating fist. He lurched over onto his hands and knees, then collapsed onto the ground. Zachary only smiled at Sexton as the Lovely One dropped off the apron and told the ref to get back to work. Zack pounced onto Thunderbird and hooked one leg, staring and nodding at Sexton with a grimace as the ref got down to pin.

“One…” The ref started counting. The crowd got up on their feet, aggravated by what was going down. Sexton laughed and bowed towards the ring as he backed away up the ramp.

“Two…” Boos flooded the arena.

“Th-” The ref was cut off. The boos were cut off and Sexton was stopped in his tracks as Redcrow’s hand flew up into the air, his shoulder getting off the mat. Cheer upon cheer, chant upon chant rose in number and volume, and Zachary Wake could only sit up in disbelief and look down at his opponent, the man who just kicked out of a low blow.

Sexton walked back over to ringside, astonished by what happened. Zack slowly stood up, turning to the referee. “Are you freaking kidding me?! Did you not see that? Are you blind or something? That was three, shoulders down, end of story!” Zack slapped his hands together three times, making sure to get all up in the referee’s face as he yelled and complained.
“Give me a break, Wake. You’re luckily I didn’t see what happened while I was arguing with Sexton or you might not have been allowed that pin at all.” Thunderbird slowly started to rise to his feet, using the ropes to assist himself.
“EXCUSE ME? Did you just accuse me of cheating?! Some official you are, ya crapshoot!” Jon quickly exploded out of the corner he was in, curling an arm in between Wake’s legs and pulling him backwards into a rollup.

The referee jumped down and quickly counted to two, but Wake stuck a shoulder up and rolled backwards out of the pin before that final number could be said. Immediately, the two wrestlers stood up, and locked up in the centre of the ring. Both knew that if they gave up now, there would be no more AWE Championship for them. Their dream was as good as gone.

Thunderbird overpowered Wake and began to push him to the ground. At first, the heel resisted, but quickly stopped and dropped to one knee. He then took one hand and hooked it under Redcrow’s left leg and yanked, pulling the hero to the ground. Thunderbird was quick to respond, getting onto his knees and striking with a blunt, brute of a forearm, sending Wake reeling. The crowd cheered as the bird boy stood up, marching forward with a series of sickening strikes. Punches, chops, knees, you name it. It was comeback time baby. A palm strike knocked Wake onto the ropes and Redcrow pressed him backwards then pulled an arm, sending Wake to the ropes on the opposite side of the ring.

As Zack ran the ropes, he looked down at ringside where Sexton Love was chatting up a lovely looking lady. The Lovely One exchanged a nod with his heel friend, and it was decided. Time to finish this thing off. Wake ate Thunderbird’s clothesline and hit the ground hard, and crawled over to a corner, but more specifically a corner where the referee stood, making sure everything was going down smoothly. Heh. Sexton caught the ref’s attention with some snarky, probably sexist remark, and Zach positioned himself in front of the referee, standing weakly on his feet.

Redcrow let out a yell, getting the crowd riled up, and ran full throttle at Wake. He leapt up into the air and tucked up his legs, then shot them out like bullets from the gun that was his body. A beautiful dropkick that would have lead to a sweet, sweet victory - if it weren’t for Zack dropping down and ducking out of the way. Those beautiful feet crashed into the referee, and pushed the poor guy back. The ref’s head bounced off the turnbuckle, and true to form, was out cold. Thunderbird stood there, shocked at what had just transpired. Zack crawled over to an adjacent corner, grinning at Thunderbird. He’d gotten away with this filthy way of battle. Again.

Redcrow was done with this shit, and his expression showed it. Zack’s smile slowly turned to a look of fear as the birdboy marched over to him. Luckily for Wake, however, a third wrestler entered the ring. Boos ensued as the crowd realised what was about to go down. “Boy, you better learn to watch your behind!” Sexton Love proceeded to thrust at the air as he waited for the One They Call Bird to turn and face him. And as soon as the bird did, he head met a new best friend - a chair. Sexton made sure the strike was a big wallop straight down the middle. Jon’s head nearly retreated into his spine.

Thunderbird staggered backwards, almost collapsing to the ground, but being caught by a head in between his legs. Zachary Wake lifted up, raising a limp, barely conscious Jon Redcrow up into the air on his shoulders. Sexton laughed at the sight, and simply said: “Drop him.” Zack pushed up and sent Thunderbird forwards, executing a picture perfect Electric Chair Facebuster. Sexton slid out of the ring, and Zachary Wake covered Thunderbird just as the referee regained consciousness. A simple one, two and three, and the match was over. Wake’s music hit once more, and he stood valiantly over his opponent. Zack looked over at the Sexellence of Sexecution, nodded respectfully at him, and left. Once more, dirty tactics secured Zachary Wake a victory.
Hey hey! I used to RP YGO on YCM, and now I'm here :)
I'll definitely want to join this one, so I'll have a character sometime soon.
Hello all! To those of you wondering where Wake vs Thunderbird is, I have the answer. I've been busy moving houses for the past week, so I've had LITERALLY ACTUALLY no time to work on this thing. It's been wake up, work, bed.

But, now that that's over I should finally start having time to work on this. :)
@Universorum All good! :D

Collab with @Universorum


Zachary arrived at the Staples Center as early as he did any other arena, then immediately went to work approaching the writer’s office to find Kevin, the head of creative. There were a couple of ideas floating around in his mind that he wanted to bring up.

Zack was always a fan of the Staples Center. Any time he had a big match, it was here. And the last time he was in the arena was in his AWE championship match against Drayden a few months back. It was an insane brawl, where both men really showed their strengths and covered up each other’s weaknesses, and really got the crowd involved. There was back and forth, cheating and consequences for that rule breaking, and an incredible finish. It had it all.

Unfortunately, Zachary wasn’t on the card tonight, but he knew the crowd would enjoy the main event. Sexton Love, as silly a gimmick as it was, worked perfectly for a heel, and Thunderbird was an unbreakable face. Zack walked past the locker rooms where those two were undoubtedly preparing for their match, and into the more office-y area of the building. A knock on the door to Kevin’s office snapped him out of his creative daydreaming, and Wake entered the room.“Kevin, my man. How’s it going?”

Kevin had indeed been working on storylines and daydreaming. It was his favorite time of the day, sans for the few hours a night he spent with his fiancée; they were both busy people, so it was hard to get more than that little amount of time together a day. Whenever there was a knock on the door from talent though, Kevin snapped back to reality — they were always allowed to talk to him. He liked to think they truly appreciated it, as it hadn’t always been that way.

Before he became the head of creative, it had been hard for the wrestlers to get a word in edgewise with what they were doing. If you weren’t at the top of the card, you may as well have not existed. With Kevin and his team at the helm though, things had changed. People had a way to get their opinion in and to use their own ideas, which made them happier. Sure, sometimes the ideas… kinda sucked, and they needed some fine tuning, but happy people worked way better.

When he saw Zachary Wake standing there, Kevin brightened up — Wake owned, and was one of the top heels of the company; with the help of the booking lads, as Kevin’s group liked to call themselves, and Kevin loved to talk to him. “Hey, Zachary. What’s up, dude?”

“Well, I was just thinking about some bits and pieces, and wanted to know your thoughts on them.” Wake walked over to the desk, and took a seat so he was sitting across from Kevin. “I know you’re doing big things with Caiden, especially after our match last week, but I was thinking. Next week, you should let me open the show. I’m the one who took out the crowd’s fan favourite in the first round. It would be a great way to get some proper heat on me and to progress Caiden’s story.” Zack had matches with Caiden every now and then, but last week’s was the first where there were big consequences afterwards. They were usually just to progress other rivalries going on or the two were participants in a multi-man match. Zack wanted to know where the story between the two were going.

“Uh, well let’s see… Next show was mostly of Gary’s design, we like to pass the torch back and forth on a week-to-week. If I remember correctly, we have you penciled in middle of the show up against Thunderbird. We gotta keep that tournament rolling. Honestly? The tournament is just us making the best of a bad situation — it really threw everything out of alignment for the next… well, year almost. But hey, we’re professionals, so we’re working with what we got, y’know? I know what you’re gonna ask: when do I get to work with Caiden more? The answer is gonna disappoint you, sorry to say. Not for a while, as it stands. I want to keep you guys away from each other until the time is right and the light can shine on that feud, like it deserves. That being said, at the next PPV, you’re in a tag match.” Kevin was a fast talker, and spat all that out in about seven seconds. Just in case, he added at the end. “Does that make sense?”

“Uh… Most of it, yeah. I guess it would make sense to cut my promo before or after my match with Thunderbird then. If you’re alright with it, of course. Anyway, Winters. Our rivalry is gonna be held off for a bit. Hey, if it means a more meaningful storyline, I’m all for it.” In all honesty, Wake really enjoyed working with Winters. The two had a special kind of synergy most guys didn’t. Neither carries the entire match on their shoulders, they both shared the load, and they complimented each other’s styles incredibly well. “But, a tag match at the next show? Who’s the other participants?” Having a tag team match at the PPV meant he was most likely putting someone over. Not that it was a problem, but it seemed a bit sporadic. At least Zack was good at working a tag match. After all, he was tag champ WAY back in the day.

“It’s gonna be you and Kidd Neon against Razorblade and Owen Sparks. We’re really wanting to rebuild the tag division. The titles have been retired for too long, frankly. So, I figured you’d be happy to help, since you’re a solid tag wrestler. As for the promo, by the way, you can cut it as you come down to the ring, if you’d like.” Kevin paused for a moment, thinking to himself. “Owen and Razorblade going over, but you get to beat the shit out of Neon after the match. I know that’s gotta be a bit of a bonus, yeah?”

Zachary chuckled at the idea. It had been too long since he had the ability to do that, and he was happy to be able to do it again. It was how the team of him and Senji Veryhurt came to an end, after all. “Oh it’s a bonus, alright. Zack then regained composure, turning his large grin back into a regular smile. “Hey, I’m happy with that. I can definitely see those two going places. As much as I like the kid, Owen doesn’t really have what it takes to carry a singles championship. Not until he gains a few kilos, anyway.” And there was also Razorblade. Zachary didn’t really know much about him, but judging from his match with Clayton the week prior, he assumed he was almost identical in style. “They sound like a good team though. Should allow the two to really make an impact.”

“I sure fucking hope so. The plan is to let them carry the division until we can sign some big heavy hitting tag teams from other companies to help us build the division — homegrown talent is great, but when you’re getting a whole division rolling, with a roster of people who are all established singles wrestlers… it’s a pain in the ass. We’re throwing together two lower card wrestlers and hoping they can make magic happen…” Kevin shook his head. They were crazy, weren’t they? “If they can, we’re gonna follow through with it and get this tag division rolling. Did you have anything else you’d like to talk about?”

Zack was happy to hear his student was going to succeed. He’d been training the kid for a little while now, and it was starting to become more evident in Owen’s more recent matches. “I don’t think so. Thanks for the time, Kevin. I’m looking forward to whatever you come up with next.” Wake stood up out of his chair, and held his hand out for a handshake.

Kevin was happy to accept the handshake, giving Zack a nod. “Hey, anytime man. Can you do me a favor? Next week, if you can catch Owen and Razorblade, maybe run them through some basics of tag team wrestling? You’re pretty damn good at it, so it might help them.”

“Yeah, sure. I’ve got a training session with Owen later on this week, so maybe I can see if Razorblade’s available and run the two through the basics. Alright, catch you later man.” And with that, Wake exited the room, happy with his new plans for the future.
In collaboration with @tanderbolt.
And @Universorum and @Lovely Complex on commentary.






A slightly nervous Ian, now ready to go as Owen Sparks, stood behind the curtain. He gave his arms one final stretch before the shredding of the electric guitar in his theme song began. After Sexton’s insightful words from the week prior, Owen stepped out from behind the curtain, microphone in hand, and began to walk down the ramp of Shock ‘n’ Awe.
“Los Angeles, how’s it going?!” The crowd gave cheers here and there, though none were as big as a proper, well-known wrestler like Caiden or Drayden. Listening to Sexton’s advice, Owen continued.
“You know, I’ve always loved this place. California seems like the place to be, and I’m going to prove that I deserve to be here.” Owen walked up the steel stairs beside the ring and onto the apron. “Tonight, I face Kidd Neon.” He then went in between the middle and top ropes, and stepped into the center of the ring. “And Kidd Neon doesn’t deserve to be here. I am here to show you that I deserve to be in this championship tournament. I am going to prove-”

“And it looks like Kidd Neon doesn’t want to hear any of what Owen has to say. And, really, who can blame him? Two young upstarts are getting a chance to showcase their abilities here.”

The auto-tuned voice of Kidd Neon’s theme song played over the arena’s loud speakers, interrupting Owen. Kidd Neon stepped out onto the ramp, throwing his hands up in the air as he looked out at the crowd. He made his way to the ring, looking like a psychedelic mess with his glowsticks and reflective strips on his pants, and also hiding the fact that he hated his theme music. Owen turned to face his opponent, shielding his eyes from the bright lights the boy produced.

At the ring Kidd Neon approached Owen with a look of contempt on his face, and started speaking into the microphone. Owen held it out for Neon to speak, all the while wearing a nonplussed expression. “I don’t belong here? I’ve traveled into higher states of consciousness and communed with the rave spirit that infuses our lifecore, yet you arrive on the scene and will take my place? You’re just like someone starting a rock band in 2017, an upstart with a stupid dream and no future.” Some boos came out after he took a cheap dig at the crowd’s musical tastes.

“Questionable music tastes aside, it’s time for Neon to prove his point. Does he belong here? The AWE fans don’t think so, and he’s only got this one shot to prove them wrong. Not even the passionate fans of our company from around the world could question if he belongs here if he won the AWE World Championship.”

“Dude, who cares about all that! What is he even ON? The rave spirit? Lifecore? As long as I don’t hear that bass drop again, we’re good.”

Owen couldn’t help but laugh at the verbal attack. “I’m sorry, I should rephrase that; you don’t belong anywhere near a wrestling ring, Neon. Your flashing lights give me migraines and your taste in music isn’t any better.” The crowd politely cheered at Owen’s insults, yet he wasn’t done. “And you think I’ve got a stupid dream, and that I’m going nowhere? Think again. I’m going places, places much higher than you ever have or will.” And with that, Owen dropped his mic, then battered Kidd Neon with a quick forearm. The crowd lit up at the sight of this, and cheers came from all over. Owen beckoned the referee into the ring, who rid the ring of the microphone, and rang the bell.

“And just like that, this match is underway! Let’s see what these two have for us tonight!”

“Y’know, if Kidd actually drops Owen like he drops the bass, I might expect more from him. Better bring the fire.”

Owen wasted no time following up the strike with a rather fake looking right hand, then pressed Neon against the ropes and jerked Neon’s arm towards him, irish whipping Neon to the ropes on the other side of the ring. Without slowing down, Owen ran after Neon, and as Neon turned to bounce off of the ropes, Owen’s right elbow had a rough collision with Neon’s jaw. Owen spun anti-clockwise out of the strike, then backed up to the ropes behind him, where he once more began running, using the ropes to propel himself at a right angle towards Kidd Neon.

As Owen ran, Kidd Neon wrapped his arm around his upper torso and bent his knees, but then paused for a moment, realising the two had screwed up the timing, before pushing him back to the ropes and sending him bouncing off again.

“Look at the defense mindset of Kidd Neon, shoving Sparks away just in time. It doesn’t get better than this.”

On the second approach, Neon got his arm in position and this time jumped into the air, taking Owen by his side with him as he completed the moonsault. Both wrestlers flew into the air and landed on the mat with a crash. Neon got up to his feet right after landing, and started mocking Owen as he laid on the mat, getting into his face and shouting at him.

“Hell to the yeah, ladies and gents. That’s why that mindset pays off. An effortless Energy Flash from the Kidd.”

Without missing a beat, Owen coiled up his legs and as Neon approached he stuck them out, kicking Neon in the stomach. The strike was admittedly a bit stiff, but as they had done many times before, both got into position for their next spot. Kidd Neon backed up into a corner, and Owen ran from the centre of the ring towards him. As Owen got close, he jumped, feet landing on Neon’s waist, and hands clutched his neck. Owen leant back, and as he dropped to the ground and Neon was above him, he kicked his feet up, attempting to monkey flip his opponent. The crowd got riled up for the potential for Owen to gain a quick victory, but those cheers were quickly silenced as Neon, easily flipped out of the hold and to his feet.

Kidd Neon dropped down and rolled out of the ring, then standing and turning to the Los Angeles crowd, full of fans from his hometown and held his arms wide open, expecting to hear cheers from seeing one of their own in the big leagues. And the crowd did cheer, but not for the reason the boy expected. Owen, still inside the ring, bounced off of the ropes opposite to Neon and sprinted towards him. Owen dived in between the middle and bottom ropes, launching himself at Neon. The two both fell to the ground, but Owen quickly stood up to the cheers of many. He stuck a finger up in the air and spun it around, indicating “one more time”.

“Look at the dive from Owen! Crazy athleticism from such a young talent. These two are both kids we’re sure to see around for a long time to come.”

“AWE will make them great. Are we staring at our next champion? WE’LL SEE. They got a lot of competition out there, but at least they got spunk. I’ll give them that.”

Owen climbed back into the ring and jumped up to the turnbuckle closest to Neon. He positioned his feet in a way that would allow him to get a nice jump, but almost slipped doing so, having to bend down and hold onto the corner to stay in his precarious position. Neon slowly stood up and turned to face Owen, acting slightly dazed. As soon as he did, Owen leaped off of the turnbuckle, reaching a tremendous height before crashing down with a flying cross body.

“The height! The young lions are putting it all on the line for the entertainment of this crowd, and it’s awesome. We just might be looking at the next champion, don’t you think?”

“They ain’t got manes yet. I’ll wait and see what else they have in store for us.”

The landing was rough, and both wrestlers were definitely going to be bruised for the next week. As the two laid doing in a heap, Owen whispered to Kidd Neon. “Let’s go into the kicks next. Make sure to sell the dives, though.” Neither of the competitors were amazing at selling, but they were both smart enough to know that no-selling big outside dives like that was plain stupid.

Owen picked his opponent up, and rolled him into the ring, going for a quick cover. The referee got down and began counting. One, two, and a quick shoulder up. As Owen was standing up, Neon rolled forward and threw out his legs, connecting against Owen’s head with the sole of his foot. Owen retaliated with a roundhouse kick, which Neon ducked under, but followed up with another kick with his other foot, all in one fluid motion. Neon shook his head and put one hand on his jaw after that impact, then frowned and ducked low for a sweeping kick that fell short, but he kept moving. Now he bounced up off the mat and turned onto his side, standing on one hand and hammering Owen straight in the temple with the tip of his foot. Owen tumbled to the side, but bounced off of the ropes behind him and jumped up, nailing Neon in the chin with a simple dropkick. As Neon was still reeling from the kick, Owen placed his hands beside his head and kicked up from his back, flipping onto his feet, then quickly placed one foot on Neon’s hip, and swung the other towards Neon on the other side of his body, connecting with a solid enziguri.

“Kick after kick after kick. I didn’t even know there were so many different ways to kick… learn something new every damn day.”

“Like a BRUCE LEE MOVIE, WADE! Shi---”

“Chill man, chill.”

Kidd Neon tumbled down landing flat on his side, shaking and writhing to sell the impact as he laid on the ground next to the turnbuckle. Owen saw an opportunity and started to pick up speed, holding his arm out like he was ready for an elbow drop. Neon jumped to his feet before Owen reached him, then lept onto the second rope and flung himself into the air. He dove over the head of Owen Sparks and wrapped one arm around his neck, then in one swinging motion brought him down to mat headfirst.

After a quick taunt consisting of doing the famous Melbourne Shuffle beside Owen as he lay collapsed on the ground, Kidd Neon helped him up only to send him into the ropes with an irish whip. Neon started running the ropes himself, sliding under Owen’s legs as the first passed each other, then leaping into the air and wrapping his legs around his head as the crossed paths again on the return trip. Both wrestlers spun around as the grip of Neon’s legs held tight around Owen’s neck, then Neon reached his arms over and wrapped up one Owen’s arms as he released his main grip. Again Owen’s face smacked the canvas as they hit the ground, and Kidd Neon wrenched the arm back as he returned to his feet.

Still gripping the arm, Neon stepped over it with one leg and wrapped it around the other leg as he spun around. He dived over Owen, grabbed hold of his shoulder in the middle of the roll, before landing and pinning him to the mat. With a leg entangling one of Owen’s arms and his arms cradling the other side, Neon had solid leverage for the pinfall. The referee knelt down to count the pin, shouting one, two then a sloppy kick out from Owen. The referee had to pull his arm away at the last minute as he almost counted the three.

Both wrestlers backed away to opposite corners, taking a moment to rest, prepare for the finish to the match, and allow the crowd to start up a chant.

“Look at that offense, just unbelievable the way he can maneuver like that. So impressive, are these young wrestlers, full of heart and energy and ready to prove to the world that they’re the best around.”


“Let’s go Owen!
Owen sucks!

Let’s go Owen!
Owen sucks!”


“Let’s go Owen…. Owen sucks.”

Owen smiled at the sound of the chants, and laughed when Neon acted offended.
“Wait, he probably is offended. Oops.” Owen then gave a tiny, inconspicuous nod to Neon, and Neon nodded back, signifying the two were both ready. With that, Owen ran towards Neon, jumping and attempting to clothesline him into the corner. However, Neon ducked and rolled out of the way, making Owen faceplant into the top turnbuckle. Owen turned around so he was facing away from the corner, and Neon repeated Owen’s action, landing with the clothesline. Neon then grabbed Owen by the shoulders, who lifted a knee into Neon’s stomach. Owen then grabbed Neon and spun him around so he was in the corner. Next, he aided Neon in climbing up so he was sitting on the top turnbuckle. Owen took a few steps back before charging forward and stepping up with his left foot on the middle turnbuckle, then jumping up and kicking Neon in the temple with one more enziguri. Owen landed flat on his back but quickly stood back up, catching Neon sideways as he wobbled around and fell of the turnbuckle.

From this, Owen walked to the centre of the ring, directly facing the hard camera. Some of the members of the crowd stood up and cheered, knowing this was the beginning of the end. Owen spun Kidd Neon clockwise, letting go of him with his left hand and dropping to one knee, allowing Neon’s back to fall onto that knee for a picture perfect Swinging Backbreaker. If there was one thing these two were good at, it was selling each other’s finishers. As Neon writhed in pain on the mat, Owen stood in front of and looking away from him, then quickly jumped backwards into a Standing Corkscrew Moonsault, then remained on top of Neon to the referee’s count of three.

“Sparks got HOPS!”

Right as the referee slapped the mat for the last part of the count, Neon burst up with one shoulder, just too late to avoid losing. He didn’t clear it with Owen first, but the result was the same, Owen had won.

“And just like that, Owen has advanced in the tournament! Can he make it all the way? Stay tuned to find out.”

Owen slowly rose up to his feet, then allowed the referee to raise his factor at the victor. Before his theme started up once more, Owen grabbed a microphone from one of the guys standing on the outside of the ring. “And that, ladies and gentlemen, is proof. I don’t care who’s next, because I am on my way to the top!” Neon made a show of making an angry face and staring down Owen, but ultimately said nothing before walking off.



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Roger pulled up at the arena right on time, and briskly walked inside, eager to get going. He pass by a few of the other backstage crew guys, and gave each of them nice little hellos, a nod and a smile. Each one of them just said "Hey Roger." back, before continuing what they were doing.

After Roger set up his equipment, well, it was time for the show to start. He put on a pair of headphones, and began. And boy, was the show a ripper. So much happened just within the first 15 minutes. Drayden dropped the title AND Roderick announced a tournament for the new champ?! Surprises like this were why Roger loved not looking at the card and spoiling himself. He simply pressed music buttons when he had to press music buttons. What a good life.

Then came the women's match. Oooohhh, the women. The moment Roger began Rosado's music, he hummed along to the first few lines, then when the lyrics he knew came on, he quietly sang them to himself.
"Before we begin to say goodbye, let’s start making up for lost time..."

The remaining matches and promos were good, sure, but even after the show was over, Roger couldn't stop marking out over the events of the tag team match.





Zachary returned from the gym just as Barbie finished her promo. Damn she was good on the mic. Will was lucky to have a girl like her to hold down the fort while he was away.

After Zack talked with Caiden about spots for their match later that night, Zack sat down to watch Clayton fight Razorblade. Both were talented for sure, so this one was bound to be good. In fact, knowing the outcome didn't make the match worse to watch, it was like a spoiler to a movie - now you want to know how they get there.

And they put on a good show. For a split second, Zachary thought it might be hard to follow up - but then he remembered who he was working with. And now that Drayden was out, that man was possibly the best in the business - Caiden Winters. Stretching one final time during Clayton's promo, Zachary was ready.





As Ian began looking over his script, he felt a smack on his back, and he quickly swiveled around to find Sexton grinning at him. "Sparky baby, I saw a couple of your matches from down in Greensboro daddeh, and you had the people in the palm of your hand."
Ian was surprised to find Sexton complimenting him. Sure, the Sexellence of Sexecution was a gimmick, but Sexton Love was a method actor.
"Wow, Sexton... Thanks. I'm not really sure what to sa-"
"Darlin' I know you're trying to make a name for yourself out there, but my God just promise me you'll be careful coming off that top rope. It's gotta mean somethin' daddeh, don't be killin' yourself out there just for the sake of it." Ian remembered Zachary telling him something similar to this when he first started.
"Flashy moves are cool, but they're also the most dangerous." Or something like that.

"Always remember darlin', a good match is like a good fuck."
"Woah, Sexton, I'm not gonna be fu-"
"It's all about the foreplay. You gotta tease the fans a litte out there, and build to the big climax. That's how you make 'em SCREAM your name." Oh. That's wasn't as bad as what Ian thought he was gonna say. Still a bit gross though.

Ian wasn't really sure what to say. "Advice from a veteran is good any day, but Sexton certainly presents his... Interestingly. The analogy does make sense though. It can't just be big moves all throughout."
"Um... Thank you, Sexton. You always seem to get the message across and still talk about sex. That's a... Skill to have. But I do get what you mean, so thank you."

"And I know you don't want to step on too many toes, but nobody knows who Owen Sparks is better than you darlin'. When you get in that promo booth, don't be afraid to be spontaneous. That's your chance to tell the world who you are. Taking risks is how you make it in this business daddeh."
"That's a really nice bit of advice, Sexton. Thanks. I mean, you are one of the best around on the mic, so I do suppose you know what's best."




After Ian's makeup was done, he returned to the promo shooting area. Before long the cameras were rolling, and Ian was ready to shoot.
"Can you hear that? The roar of the crowd? It's only natural when Owen Sparks walks down to the ring! This Spark of Brilliance is ready to beat anyone on his way to the top! Get ready for some high-flying action when I come to St. Paul, Minnesota...

... Grand Rapids, Michigan...

... Green Bay, Wisconsin...

... Des Moines, Iowa...

You won't find anyone in the building better than me, so get ready, because Owen Sparks is coming!"
Going off-script was not something Ian thought was necessarily okay, but Sexton managed to make it work every damn time. Ian leaned in to the camera.
"And I promise that it's a name you'll never forget."

"Cut! Owen, that was good. Thank you."
That was it. No big drama about going off-script? "I should do this more often."

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