Post by EZRA on May 3, 2013 3:31:12 GMT -5
Ahh. No Holds Barred. Those 3 words put a big twist on things. EVERYTHING can be allowed under that banner. Eye pokes, low blows, chair shots, barbed wire, flaming tables, etc. The scene opens to Ezekiel Pax sitting on his couch as a wrestling DVD sits on the Menu Screen. The words ‘Bloodsport’ are written in a red font that drips like actual blood. Ezekiel kicks up his feet onto an ottoman and lights up a joint. He takes a deep drag and hits play. A match begins where the two competitors start brawling and immediately take it outside the ring and begin fighting amongst the fans.
“It’s to be expected that this will happen at No Holds Barred. Apparently, Ol’ Donny decided things between us weren’t over. He’d ghosted out when things weren’t going his way but suddenly a fire is lit under his self-righteous ass and he opens the book back up. Bro, you really want to go back down that road? Let us look back at Horizons, okay? Watch that little highlight video and it talks about you STEALING my rematch from me. ‘A man desperate for past glories.’ That sums you up nicely. ‘A man denied his future.’ Yep. That sums me up nicely. But instead of bitching and moaning in true Dungeon style, I took my hits and kept moving forward. Instead of giving up, I pushed on and I continued to show why I was a fighting champion.”
The match on TV continues as one wrestler gets the advantage and grabs a steel chair, lambasting his opponent with the weapon. He places the chair over the other man’s head and stomps on it repeatedly. Ezekiel takes a deep drag from his joint as he watches.
“You see, Donny, I’ve been enjoying this new stage of my life. It’s been a lot less stressful and a lot less drama. And then you show your face and decide to sneak attack me? What the hell, bro? Calypso and Owen aren’t enough to keep you entertained these days? Now you need to come poke the bear and rile me up. Not gonna happen, dude. I’m as cool as cucumber. I’m doing my own thing while life continues to move on. I’m not vying for any titles right now. Marek was prodding me about going for the Co-Op Titles but they got deactivated or something. I don’t have grudges to settle. You beat me at Horizons. Shit happens. I don’t have anything to prove right now. I’m a Triple Crown Champion in UGWC who wins on a constant basis. Completely opposite of you, Hastings. You couldn’t get a solid win streak to save your life.”
The two participants in the match are now back in the ring and jockeying for position on the 2nd turnbuckle while a table is set up a few feet away. One of the men unloads various headbutts to his opponent before giving him a powerslam from the top rope through the table. Both men lay amongst the splinters.
“That could be us at No Holds Barred. The possibilities are endless, dude. Think you can make this fight last all night? Are you an all-nighter kind of guy, bro?”
Ezekiel takes a long drag from his pre-rolled treat.
“Maybe I should just ask Calypso?”
As the two competitors on the DVD struggle to their feet, the front door opens and in walks Marek. He waves the smoke from his face and kicks the couch in irritation at his best friend and tag team partner. Ezekiel gives a ‘what’s up’ nod at Marek and continues watching his DVD.
“What is that?” Marek asks, pointing at the TV.
Ezekiel smiles widely and says “‘Buckets O’Blood Vol. 1.’ It’s sick so far, bro. These two dudes are beasts. Homeboy just slammed the other guy through the table.”
“Why are you watching this? It is not even entertaining. At least when UGWC does things like this, it is with talent and athleticism. This is just.. embarrassing.”
Zeke takes another long drag. “What’s in the bag, dude?” he says, gesturing to the slim bag on Marek’s back.
Marek shrugs and bag slides down his arm and he unties the top of it. He reaches inside and pulls out what looks to be a sword.
“Whoa, bro. Why do you have a sword?” Ezekiel asks, slowly getting up from the couch. “Are you taking that to No Hold Barred? Good luck with customs.”
Marek smiles and pulls on the handle of the sword, unsheathing it and showing that is not made out of metal, but out of wood.
“It is not a sword. Some viewers might recognize this even though it has been a long while since it has been seen. A former UGWC performer used to carry this to the ring. Not one like this, but this exact one. This is not just any ordinary weapon. It is the one and only Bokken carried by the ‘legendary’ Alex Kiseragi himself."
The scene fades open to the rooftop of the apartment owned by Ezekiel and Marek. The Human Missile stands with his hands together and his head bowed. Suddenly, he looks forward and kicks his right foot up, sending the bokken into the area. He grasps it quickly with both hands and slices downward then at an upward angle followed by a horizontal slice. He continues in an unpredictable pattern while also following it with footwork. He continues this as thoughts crowd his brain, threatening to overwhelm his peace.
What did any of these 3 do to deserve a shot at HIS title? Brody Adams’ size was nothing to laugh at but his skills alone made him undeserving of a title shot. The Specter Group was a bunch of rookies with big talk and nothing to show for it. Once again, The Consortium was bored and realized they have unused people around so they threw them into the Chaos Title picture that really doesn’t exist. Brody Adams would probably bark real loud but would fall to the Lion of Ishikawa.
Marek continues swinging the Bokken with extreme precision. He stops for a moment, collecting his breath before continuing as the thoughts continue to flood.
Wicked D lost to midget. Marek was not sure where to go from there. He seemed to be a veteran of the ring but he seems more lackluster than Brody. It seems like the bottom of the food chain is where the ‘contenders’ for the Chaos Title linger. Marek is the longest reigning Chaos Champion in history yet he is forced to defend his title against a man who was even less deserving for the shot than Brody Adams.
Marek stops his motion after a strong downward swing and takes a knee. Sweat drops from his brow.
The person who seemed to be the most random participant of this match intrigued Marek the most. Seito Risa had yet to even have a debut match for UGWC but she was tossed into contention for the title. Marek had seen her bio pop up on UGWC.com and one thing stood out. They shared the same homeland. Only 3 hours separated their respective cities of birth. Marek felt a reason to reach out to this girl. No other wrestlers who came through UGWC from Japan who worth paying attention to. But something was different about her. Marek would contact her. But it would have to wait until after he defeated her.
Marek got back to his feet and carried the sword over to his workout bench. He uncaps a bottle of water and takes a long drink. After setting the bottle back down, he grips the handle of the wooden sword and suddenly drives it downward, piercing the workout bench. A look of anger washes over his face and then he drops down to both knees as the scene fades out.
After a smokefest like that, Ezekiel new it was time to eat. He hadn’t gone grocery shopping so he decided to head to the nearest gas station. He strapped on some comfy slippers and made his way out the door. It was a nice day in Los Angeles and Ezekiel found himself whistling as cars passed. He was in a great mood.
Donovan Hastings signed his death wish and now, hopefully, this feud of theirs would come to an end. It all started over jealousy. First, Ezekiel is better looking than Donny. Second, Ezra proved to be the best student in his class at the Dungeon. Thirdly, Ezekiel won the Global Championship before Donovan could cheat his way to it. Jealousy was a bitch.
“It doesn’t look good on you, Donny.”
That’s right. Wait. Did you just talk to me?
“Yeah, bro.”
Don’t.. don’t do that. That’s Alex Stein’s thing.
“Who?”
I said knock it off.
“Whatever, dude.”
Anyways. What we’re we talking about? Oh yeah. Jealousy. The little stoner has a point. Jealousy really doesn’t look good on anyone. After a lull on their story, a fresh chapter was started recently but it would be a short one. Ezekiel may be in the chill state of mind but he was still a force to be reckoned in the ring. At one time or another, he’s beaten nearly everyone on the roster. Dispatching ‘The Lord’ wouldn’t be an easy task but it was definitely possible.
“Shhh. You’re distracting me. I need to buy food.”
Our resident pothead has arrived at his destination. He browses the aisles looking for something that catches his eye. In the background you can hear the door ding to show that another customer has entered the premises. Ezekiel looks through the cooler and grabs a bottle of water. He then begins browsing through the chips. The cashier and the new customer begin talking and suddenly we can hear screaming. This garners Ezekiel’s attention and he looks toward the front of the store to see the most recent customer is wearing a mask and holding a knife at the cashier.
“Hey?!” he yells, as he moves away from the chips.
The robber turns around, now pointing the knife at Ezekiel.
“Fuck off, prick. This doesn’t concern you. Get the fuck out. Now.”
Ezekiel continues walking toward the robber.
“Do you know who I am, bro?” he says, stopping about 3-4 feet from the robber.
“I don’t give a fuck, dumbass. I’ll gut you like a fish.”
Ezekiel smiles and rolls his head to the ride, popping his neck.
“Just put the knife down, dude. No one wants to get hurt. Cashier Dude won’t even call the cops. Just drop the knife and leave.”
“What are you gonna do, kid?”
Ezekiel suddenly throws his bottled water right at the robber and jumps into the air, planting both foot in the guys chest. He’s sent flying into the counter and drops to the floor as the knife goes flying. Ezekiel gets back to his feet and grabs the robber, who is obviously unconscious. He unmasks the robber and smiles.
“Here’s the part where you say ‘I would’ve gotten away with it if it wasn’t for you meddling kids’ and we all live happily ever after.”
Ezekiel gets back to his feet and grabs his bottle of water.
“It’s on the house, right?”
The cashier nods and Ezekiel grabs a handful of jerky on his way out the door.
“It’s to be expected that this will happen at No Holds Barred. Apparently, Ol’ Donny decided things between us weren’t over. He’d ghosted out when things weren’t going his way but suddenly a fire is lit under his self-righteous ass and he opens the book back up. Bro, you really want to go back down that road? Let us look back at Horizons, okay? Watch that little highlight video and it talks about you STEALING my rematch from me. ‘A man desperate for past glories.’ That sums you up nicely. ‘A man denied his future.’ Yep. That sums me up nicely. But instead of bitching and moaning in true Dungeon style, I took my hits and kept moving forward. Instead of giving up, I pushed on and I continued to show why I was a fighting champion.”
The match on TV continues as one wrestler gets the advantage and grabs a steel chair, lambasting his opponent with the weapon. He places the chair over the other man’s head and stomps on it repeatedly. Ezekiel takes a deep drag from his joint as he watches.
“You see, Donny, I’ve been enjoying this new stage of my life. It’s been a lot less stressful and a lot less drama. And then you show your face and decide to sneak attack me? What the hell, bro? Calypso and Owen aren’t enough to keep you entertained these days? Now you need to come poke the bear and rile me up. Not gonna happen, dude. I’m as cool as cucumber. I’m doing my own thing while life continues to move on. I’m not vying for any titles right now. Marek was prodding me about going for the Co-Op Titles but they got deactivated or something. I don’t have grudges to settle. You beat me at Horizons. Shit happens. I don’t have anything to prove right now. I’m a Triple Crown Champion in UGWC who wins on a constant basis. Completely opposite of you, Hastings. You couldn’t get a solid win streak to save your life.”
The two participants in the match are now back in the ring and jockeying for position on the 2nd turnbuckle while a table is set up a few feet away. One of the men unloads various headbutts to his opponent before giving him a powerslam from the top rope through the table. Both men lay amongst the splinters.
“That could be us at No Holds Barred. The possibilities are endless, dude. Think you can make this fight last all night? Are you an all-nighter kind of guy, bro?”
Ezekiel takes a long drag from his pre-rolled treat.
“Maybe I should just ask Calypso?”
As the two competitors on the DVD struggle to their feet, the front door opens and in walks Marek. He waves the smoke from his face and kicks the couch in irritation at his best friend and tag team partner. Ezekiel gives a ‘what’s up’ nod at Marek and continues watching his DVD.
“What is that?” Marek asks, pointing at the TV.
Ezekiel smiles widely and says “‘Buckets O’Blood Vol. 1.’ It’s sick so far, bro. These two dudes are beasts. Homeboy just slammed the other guy through the table.”
“Why are you watching this? It is not even entertaining. At least when UGWC does things like this, it is with talent and athleticism. This is just.. embarrassing.”
Zeke takes another long drag. “What’s in the bag, dude?” he says, gesturing to the slim bag on Marek’s back.
Marek shrugs and bag slides down his arm and he unties the top of it. He reaches inside and pulls out what looks to be a sword.
“Whoa, bro. Why do you have a sword?” Ezekiel asks, slowly getting up from the couch. “Are you taking that to No Hold Barred? Good luck with customs.”
Marek smiles and pulls on the handle of the sword, unsheathing it and showing that is not made out of metal, but out of wood.
“It is not a sword. Some viewers might recognize this even though it has been a long while since it has been seen. A former UGWC performer used to carry this to the ring. Not one like this, but this exact one. This is not just any ordinary weapon. It is the one and only Bokken carried by the ‘legendary’ Alex Kiseragi himself."
The scene fades open to the rooftop of the apartment owned by Ezekiel and Marek. The Human Missile stands with his hands together and his head bowed. Suddenly, he looks forward and kicks his right foot up, sending the bokken into the area. He grasps it quickly with both hands and slices downward then at an upward angle followed by a horizontal slice. He continues in an unpredictable pattern while also following it with footwork. He continues this as thoughts crowd his brain, threatening to overwhelm his peace.
What did any of these 3 do to deserve a shot at HIS title? Brody Adams’ size was nothing to laugh at but his skills alone made him undeserving of a title shot. The Specter Group was a bunch of rookies with big talk and nothing to show for it. Once again, The Consortium was bored and realized they have unused people around so they threw them into the Chaos Title picture that really doesn’t exist. Brody Adams would probably bark real loud but would fall to the Lion of Ishikawa.
Marek continues swinging the Bokken with extreme precision. He stops for a moment, collecting his breath before continuing as the thoughts continue to flood.
Wicked D lost to midget. Marek was not sure where to go from there. He seemed to be a veteran of the ring but he seems more lackluster than Brody. It seems like the bottom of the food chain is where the ‘contenders’ for the Chaos Title linger. Marek is the longest reigning Chaos Champion in history yet he is forced to defend his title against a man who was even less deserving for the shot than Brody Adams.
Marek stops his motion after a strong downward swing and takes a knee. Sweat drops from his brow.
The person who seemed to be the most random participant of this match intrigued Marek the most. Seito Risa had yet to even have a debut match for UGWC but she was tossed into contention for the title. Marek had seen her bio pop up on UGWC.com and one thing stood out. They shared the same homeland. Only 3 hours separated their respective cities of birth. Marek felt a reason to reach out to this girl. No other wrestlers who came through UGWC from Japan who worth paying attention to. But something was different about her. Marek would contact her. But it would have to wait until after he defeated her.
Marek got back to his feet and carried the sword over to his workout bench. He uncaps a bottle of water and takes a long drink. After setting the bottle back down, he grips the handle of the wooden sword and suddenly drives it downward, piercing the workout bench. A look of anger washes over his face and then he drops down to both knees as the scene fades out.
After a smokefest like that, Ezekiel new it was time to eat. He hadn’t gone grocery shopping so he decided to head to the nearest gas station. He strapped on some comfy slippers and made his way out the door. It was a nice day in Los Angeles and Ezekiel found himself whistling as cars passed. He was in a great mood.
Donovan Hastings signed his death wish and now, hopefully, this feud of theirs would come to an end. It all started over jealousy. First, Ezekiel is better looking than Donny. Second, Ezra proved to be the best student in his class at the Dungeon. Thirdly, Ezekiel won the Global Championship before Donovan could cheat his way to it. Jealousy was a bitch.
“It doesn’t look good on you, Donny.”
That’s right. Wait. Did you just talk to me?
“Yeah, bro.”
Don’t.. don’t do that. That’s Alex Stein’s thing.
“Who?”
I said knock it off.
“Whatever, dude.”
Anyways. What we’re we talking about? Oh yeah. Jealousy. The little stoner has a point. Jealousy really doesn’t look good on anyone. After a lull on their story, a fresh chapter was started recently but it would be a short one. Ezekiel may be in the chill state of mind but he was still a force to be reckoned in the ring. At one time or another, he’s beaten nearly everyone on the roster. Dispatching ‘The Lord’ wouldn’t be an easy task but it was definitely possible.
“Shhh. You’re distracting me. I need to buy food.”
Our resident pothead has arrived at his destination. He browses the aisles looking for something that catches his eye. In the background you can hear the door ding to show that another customer has entered the premises. Ezekiel looks through the cooler and grabs a bottle of water. He then begins browsing through the chips. The cashier and the new customer begin talking and suddenly we can hear screaming. This garners Ezekiel’s attention and he looks toward the front of the store to see the most recent customer is wearing a mask and holding a knife at the cashier.
“Hey?!” he yells, as he moves away from the chips.
The robber turns around, now pointing the knife at Ezekiel.
“Fuck off, prick. This doesn’t concern you. Get the fuck out. Now.”
Ezekiel continues walking toward the robber.
“Do you know who I am, bro?” he says, stopping about 3-4 feet from the robber.
“I don’t give a fuck, dumbass. I’ll gut you like a fish.”
Ezekiel smiles and rolls his head to the ride, popping his neck.
“Just put the knife down, dude. No one wants to get hurt. Cashier Dude won’t even call the cops. Just drop the knife and leave.”
“What are you gonna do, kid?”
Ezekiel suddenly throws his bottled water right at the robber and jumps into the air, planting both foot in the guys chest. He’s sent flying into the counter and drops to the floor as the knife goes flying. Ezekiel gets back to his feet and grabs the robber, who is obviously unconscious. He unmasks the robber and smiles.
“Here’s the part where you say ‘I would’ve gotten away with it if it wasn’t for you meddling kids’ and we all live happily ever after.”
Ezekiel gets back to his feet and grabs his bottle of water.
“It’s on the house, right?”
The cashier nods and Ezekiel grabs a handful of jerky on his way out the door.
