Post by Allen Anderson on Sept 2, 2019 4:27:48 GMT -5
OOC: Takes place 5 days after Ascension.
(Allen Anderson has dropped off the grid since his loss to Jaice Wilds at Ascension. The last anyone saw the young wrestler was backstage after his hellacious match, Allen was carried by a large man dressed in a Wario Man costume still knocked out and covered in blood, bruises and other injuries. Since then other than a single tweet by Allen decrying his loss against Jaice with a Youtube clip, Allen was nowhere to be found. Not even Jubei and his people could find Allen, the only traces of him were shoddily recorded videos by fans showing a very drunk Allen Anderson trying to get into fights with anyone who was in his way. 5 days have passed and Allen finds himself inside the trunk of a car a wave of pain takes over Allen's head as struggles to get up. The entire trunk smells like piss, shit and vomit. Allen snorted in disgust realizing that the disgusting smell came from him he tries to look around but he can hardly see save for a dim light that was in front of Allen. The light shone on a crushed Budweiser can which made Allen frown. He hated Budweiser it had a stale, metallic taste why the fuck would he drink such a beverage like that?)
Allen: Where the fuck am I?
(The car hit a bump on the road causing Allen's head crash on to cover of the trunk. The young wrestler groaned in agony clutching his head in attempt to contain the ringing pain that's going on in his head. Angry and frustrated, Allen began to punch the walls of the trunk.)
Allen: FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!
(Memories of his recent loss to Jaice resurfaced, something Allen tried so hard to suppress the past five days with a healthy dose of alcohol. All that swag all that confidence that Allen exhibited the past week went to shit. Allen trained hard for that no holds barred match but no matter what he did, he just didn't have it. No that's not right it wasn't Allen's fault for his recent string of losses it was those Irina and the refs those were the people who held Allen down. Irina and her racial discrimination to Allen and his people, it was what his Dad warned him about during his training. White supremacy has been always active in the wrestling industry. Racists such as Dick Murdoch have held and harmed black people for years, even Allen's family wasn't exempt from it. In the 1950s, Allen's Grandfather's wrestling business in Harlem was burned down by white racists.)
Allen (crawling in to a fetal position with tears welling in his eyes): No, no, no!
(It was then Allen remembered the promise that he told his Dad. That he was going to beat Jaice Wilds at Ascension and to bring back honor to his family name. Allen lost miserably last Monday and he remembered the first thing he did was to throw out his Iphone in the garbage ashamed of the prospect of facing his Dad. Allen Anderson failed he failed in defeating Jaice Wilds, he failed to impress his Dad and his Grandpa, he failed as a wrestler in a major American wrestling corporation. Allen was a laughing stock by the fans, a joke to his fellow wrestlers and a disgrace to his family. Allen couldn't face his Dad how could he? What would could he possibly say that won't end up in his Dad saying that he is the worst wrestler on the planet? There is no future in wrestling for Allen, he spent the past five days drifting from state to state getting absolutely shitfaced in every bar he hit up. The wounds Allen received at Ascension didn't properly mainly because Allen left the arena with only a little medical attention. There is no future in APW for Allen, there is no beating the system he's done as a wrestler. The only thing he can do is to give up and turn to the calming allure of alcohol. Why bother trying anymore? The car began to slow down eventually coming to a full stop, Allen's breathing became ragged and his heart began to beat faster now. He remembered how he ended up in the back of the trunk and who the driver was.)
(Faint cawing sounds were heard through the trunk, Allen raised an eyebrow Seagulls? Where was he? Allen heard some chatter though he couldn't make out the words before the trunk opened at last revealing Diamond. The bright light blinded Allen for a few seconds and Diamond grabbed Allen's wrists pulling out of her trunk grunting she did so. Allen landed on the sand covered concrete jaw first.)
Diamond: Rise and shine big guy.
(Groaning, Allen slowly looks up and observes his surroundings. The place was a warm sandy beach, with Palm Trees with the Ocean crashing against the shore. In front of Allen lies a huge and luxurious Beach House: )
(Allen struggles to get up, with a shaking hand he reaches for the muzzle of Diamond's car and uses it to prop himself up. Allen was disheveled to say the least, he wore a tye die tanktop along with Nike shorts. He had no shoes on, Allen assumed that he lost them during his drunken escapades, Allen's head wounds had dry blood and the cuts on his body seemed to be poorly healed as well. In addition, Allen now sports a full black beard and his hair has become messy with his curly hair being spread all over the place. Allen is finally on his feet leaning against Diamonds car for support.)
Allen (raspy tone): I don't understand why I had to spend 12 hours trapped in a fucking trunk.
Diamond: The car you're leaning on is a 2020 Mercedes Benz C-Class I'm not going to let anyone go in especially when the said person is smells like a hobo. So forgive me if I'm not overly guilty in stuffing you in that "fucking trunk."
Allen: Do you know what it's like to take a piss in a Budweiser can?
Diamond (Sarcastically): No! I just know what It's like to take your piss filled can and throw it out of my car.
(Allen snorted as he takes another look at the Beach House. A flock of seagulls were seen flying over it, the sun is seen shining bright onto the Allen causing the young man to squint. It was at least noon.)
Allen: This is Malibu?
Diamond: Yes, specifically Vince Russo's Beach House. He's been looking for you for the past few days along with the Masuda Corporation. Russo was all over me trying to get to you first.
Allen: No need to look anymore, fuck the wrestling industry. I'm done with it.
Diamond: Shut your bloody mouth, I didn't spend the past few days busting my arse just to see you bitch again. Come on!
(Grabbing Allen by his wrist again, Diamond drags him to the porch were there was Red and White Wine on the table. Allen licks his lips as he eagerly grabs a tall, wide glass and poured both Wines into the glass filling it to the brim. Diamond rolls her eyes as Vince Russo arrives from the Beach House dressed in a white bathrobe with a smile on his face.)
Russo: Bro! Welcome back! I've been looking for you!
Allen: Piss off.
(Allen collapsed onto the wooden chair in front of him admiring his glass of wine before gulping it down.)
Russo: Bro we need you now more than ever! The wrestling business has gotten worse not better. Stale wrestlers, bookers who have their heads in their asses thinking that they can do no wrong combined with sagging ratings. The business needs someone who can save it from it self bro!
(Allen drinks another gulp of wine before chuckling.)
Allen: I'll tell you what I told Diamond, I'm done with wrestling and it's done with me. I've lost to nobodies like Jonny Blaze and an asshole like Jaice Wilds. I've soiled my family name and my Dad likely disowned me. I mean, how can one be a savior if they just job to every wrestler regardless of skill?
Russo: I spent all my time having Diamond track you down drive you 12 hours to where I am-
Allen: In a trunk thank you very much. (Allen takes another gulp of wine.)
Russo: This is more than what you and I can possibly imagine Allen. This is the future of the world of wrestling!
(Allen laughed loudly slowly getting up and drinking the last gulp of Wine.)
Allen: The world is shit. Everything in the end, turns to shit.
(Allen then begins to vomit, finding himself on his knees and landing face first onto his vomit. Vince Russo was taken aback while Diamond shakes her head.)
OOC: 6 hours later.
(Allen is still at the porch staring at the sunset sobered up for now. He's cleaned up wearing a white collared shirt along with Khaki shorts and black Louis Vuitton Honolulu Mules. A tall glass of Red Wine is in his hand as he takes a sip thinking about his uncertain future. Vince Russo dressed in a Benard King New York Knicks jersey with blue swimming trunks along with blue sandals approaches Allen smiling.)
Russo: You know there are faster ways to kill yourself.
Allen: I'm no pussy, I much rather take the slow way.
(Vince Russo digs through his pocket and gives Allen a plane ticket that's headed to Milwaukee, Wisconsin at 11:30 pm. Allen glowered at Russo angrily gulping more Red Wine.)
Russo: You know Allen you've been booked into a match.
Allen: I don't give a shit.
Russo: It's a Gauntlet Match with wrestlers such as: Vincent Walker, Great Stevo, Ultimate Destroyer and Tommy Fiend. Many of them are making their debut tomorrow.
Allen: No matter what I do. I'll lose because that's what bookers want me to be! Enhancement talent! In a fair wrestling match, I'll crush these fresh faced fucks to oblivion. But that's not how it works in the corrupt, racist professional wrestling industry. What's the point of even trying anymore? I'm a man of failure and the best way for me is to fade away, I was never meant to be a wrestler.
Russo: Allen! Bro! You need to know that wins and losses don't matter in the long run! In our case it's about making a statement! You've made plenty of statements in your debut in APW! You've exposed the corruption and showed the world what a politician Irina is! If you give up now! APW wins! That's the real fight! Not whether or not you win a match! If you win great! If not then it's just minor setbacks in the real war! And that is against APW and the rest of the business bro! You lost against Jaice Wilds okay so the world saw that you once again got screwed and now you're placed in the undercard because it's the bookers way of saying: "we don't want you!"
(Allen stares at his drink.)
Russo: You need to stay in this fight bro! You need to become the hero that wrestling needs right now!
(Allen remains silent while Russo sighs.)
Russo: I'll tell you what, you can choose to stay here and drink. I won't complain or do anything. Or you can catch the first flight to Milwaukee and start fighting!
Allen: Can I still drink myself to death on the flight?
Russo: Bro! As long as you're in the fight against justice! You can have all the booze you want!
Allen: I'll have to contact Jubei once I'm in Wisconsin and to start getting back up again. Maybe use Dani as a way to maybe get a title.
Russo: Bro! Nobody wants to see a Japanese wrestler bro! They want to see Americans take over!
Allen: Shut up Russo, I need my luggage.
Russo: I already have it bro!
(Allen sighs and heads into the living room to get ready for his flight.)
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(Allen Anderson has dropped off the grid since his loss to Jaice Wilds at Ascension. The last anyone saw the young wrestler was backstage after his hellacious match, Allen was carried by a large man dressed in a Wario Man costume still knocked out and covered in blood, bruises and other injuries. Since then other than a single tweet by Allen decrying his loss against Jaice with a Youtube clip, Allen was nowhere to be found. Not even Jubei and his people could find Allen, the only traces of him were shoddily recorded videos by fans showing a very drunk Allen Anderson trying to get into fights with anyone who was in his way. 5 days have passed and Allen finds himself inside the trunk of a car a wave of pain takes over Allen's head as struggles to get up. The entire trunk smells like piss, shit and vomit. Allen snorted in disgust realizing that the disgusting smell came from him he tries to look around but he can hardly see save for a dim light that was in front of Allen. The light shone on a crushed Budweiser can which made Allen frown. He hated Budweiser it had a stale, metallic taste why the fuck would he drink such a beverage like that?)
Allen: Where the fuck am I?
(The car hit a bump on the road causing Allen's head crash on to cover of the trunk. The young wrestler groaned in agony clutching his head in attempt to contain the ringing pain that's going on in his head. Angry and frustrated, Allen began to punch the walls of the trunk.)
Allen: FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!
(Memories of his recent loss to Jaice resurfaced, something Allen tried so hard to suppress the past five days with a healthy dose of alcohol. All that swag all that confidence that Allen exhibited the past week went to shit. Allen trained hard for that no holds barred match but no matter what he did, he just didn't have it. No that's not right it wasn't Allen's fault for his recent string of losses it was those Irina and the refs those were the people who held Allen down. Irina and her racial discrimination to Allen and his people, it was what his Dad warned him about during his training. White supremacy has been always active in the wrestling industry. Racists such as Dick Murdoch have held and harmed black people for years, even Allen's family wasn't exempt from it. In the 1950s, Allen's Grandfather's wrestling business in Harlem was burned down by white racists.)
Allen (crawling in to a fetal position with tears welling in his eyes): No, no, no!
(It was then Allen remembered the promise that he told his Dad. That he was going to beat Jaice Wilds at Ascension and to bring back honor to his family name. Allen lost miserably last Monday and he remembered the first thing he did was to throw out his Iphone in the garbage ashamed of the prospect of facing his Dad. Allen Anderson failed he failed in defeating Jaice Wilds, he failed to impress his Dad and his Grandpa, he failed as a wrestler in a major American wrestling corporation. Allen was a laughing stock by the fans, a joke to his fellow wrestlers and a disgrace to his family. Allen couldn't face his Dad how could he? What would could he possibly say that won't end up in his Dad saying that he is the worst wrestler on the planet? There is no future in wrestling for Allen, he spent the past five days drifting from state to state getting absolutely shitfaced in every bar he hit up. The wounds Allen received at Ascension didn't properly mainly because Allen left the arena with only a little medical attention. There is no future in APW for Allen, there is no beating the system he's done as a wrestler. The only thing he can do is to give up and turn to the calming allure of alcohol. Why bother trying anymore? The car began to slow down eventually coming to a full stop, Allen's breathing became ragged and his heart began to beat faster now. He remembered how he ended up in the back of the trunk and who the driver was.)
(Faint cawing sounds were heard through the trunk, Allen raised an eyebrow Seagulls? Where was he? Allen heard some chatter though he couldn't make out the words before the trunk opened at last revealing Diamond. The bright light blinded Allen for a few seconds and Diamond grabbed Allen's wrists pulling out of her trunk grunting she did so. Allen landed on the sand covered concrete jaw first.)
Diamond: Rise and shine big guy.
(Groaning, Allen slowly looks up and observes his surroundings. The place was a warm sandy beach, with Palm Trees with the Ocean crashing against the shore. In front of Allen lies a huge and luxurious Beach House: )
(Allen struggles to get up, with a shaking hand he reaches for the muzzle of Diamond's car and uses it to prop himself up. Allen was disheveled to say the least, he wore a tye die tanktop along with Nike shorts. He had no shoes on, Allen assumed that he lost them during his drunken escapades, Allen's head wounds had dry blood and the cuts on his body seemed to be poorly healed as well. In addition, Allen now sports a full black beard and his hair has become messy with his curly hair being spread all over the place. Allen is finally on his feet leaning against Diamonds car for support.)
Allen (raspy tone): I don't understand why I had to spend 12 hours trapped in a fucking trunk.
Diamond: The car you're leaning on is a 2020 Mercedes Benz C-Class I'm not going to let anyone go in especially when the said person is smells like a hobo. So forgive me if I'm not overly guilty in stuffing you in that "fucking trunk."
Allen: Do you know what it's like to take a piss in a Budweiser can?
Diamond (Sarcastically): No! I just know what It's like to take your piss filled can and throw it out of my car.
(Allen snorted as he takes another look at the Beach House. A flock of seagulls were seen flying over it, the sun is seen shining bright onto the Allen causing the young man to squint. It was at least noon.)
Allen: This is Malibu?
Diamond: Yes, specifically Vince Russo's Beach House. He's been looking for you for the past few days along with the Masuda Corporation. Russo was all over me trying to get to you first.
Allen: No need to look anymore, fuck the wrestling industry. I'm done with it.
Diamond: Shut your bloody mouth, I didn't spend the past few days busting my arse just to see you bitch again. Come on!
(Grabbing Allen by his wrist again, Diamond drags him to the porch were there was Red and White Wine on the table. Allen licks his lips as he eagerly grabs a tall, wide glass and poured both Wines into the glass filling it to the brim. Diamond rolls her eyes as Vince Russo arrives from the Beach House dressed in a white bathrobe with a smile on his face.)
Russo: Bro! Welcome back! I've been looking for you!
Allen: Piss off.
(Allen collapsed onto the wooden chair in front of him admiring his glass of wine before gulping it down.)
Russo: Bro we need you now more than ever! The wrestling business has gotten worse not better. Stale wrestlers, bookers who have their heads in their asses thinking that they can do no wrong combined with sagging ratings. The business needs someone who can save it from it self bro!
(Allen drinks another gulp of wine before chuckling.)
Allen: I'll tell you what I told Diamond, I'm done with wrestling and it's done with me. I've lost to nobodies like Jonny Blaze and an asshole like Jaice Wilds. I've soiled my family name and my Dad likely disowned me. I mean, how can one be a savior if they just job to every wrestler regardless of skill?
Russo: I spent all my time having Diamond track you down drive you 12 hours to where I am-
Allen: In a trunk thank you very much. (Allen takes another gulp of wine.)
Russo: This is more than what you and I can possibly imagine Allen. This is the future of the world of wrestling!
(Allen laughed loudly slowly getting up and drinking the last gulp of Wine.)
Allen: The world is shit. Everything in the end, turns to shit.
(Allen then begins to vomit, finding himself on his knees and landing face first onto his vomit. Vince Russo was taken aback while Diamond shakes her head.)
OOC: 6 hours later.
(Allen is still at the porch staring at the sunset sobered up for now. He's cleaned up wearing a white collared shirt along with Khaki shorts and black Louis Vuitton Honolulu Mules. A tall glass of Red Wine is in his hand as he takes a sip thinking about his uncertain future. Vince Russo dressed in a Benard King New York Knicks jersey with blue swimming trunks along with blue sandals approaches Allen smiling.)
Russo: You know there are faster ways to kill yourself.
Allen: I'm no pussy, I much rather take the slow way.
(Vince Russo digs through his pocket and gives Allen a plane ticket that's headed to Milwaukee, Wisconsin at 11:30 pm. Allen glowered at Russo angrily gulping more Red Wine.)
Russo: You know Allen you've been booked into a match.
Allen: I don't give a shit.
Russo: It's a Gauntlet Match with wrestlers such as: Vincent Walker, Great Stevo, Ultimate Destroyer and Tommy Fiend. Many of them are making their debut tomorrow.
Allen: No matter what I do. I'll lose because that's what bookers want me to be! Enhancement talent! In a fair wrestling match, I'll crush these fresh faced fucks to oblivion. But that's not how it works in the corrupt, racist professional wrestling industry. What's the point of even trying anymore? I'm a man of failure and the best way for me is to fade away, I was never meant to be a wrestler.
Russo: Allen! Bro! You need to know that wins and losses don't matter in the long run! In our case it's about making a statement! You've made plenty of statements in your debut in APW! You've exposed the corruption and showed the world what a politician Irina is! If you give up now! APW wins! That's the real fight! Not whether or not you win a match! If you win great! If not then it's just minor setbacks in the real war! And that is against APW and the rest of the business bro! You lost against Jaice Wilds okay so the world saw that you once again got screwed and now you're placed in the undercard because it's the bookers way of saying: "we don't want you!"
(Allen stares at his drink.)
Russo: You need to stay in this fight bro! You need to become the hero that wrestling needs right now!
(Allen remains silent while Russo sighs.)
Russo: I'll tell you what, you can choose to stay here and drink. I won't complain or do anything. Or you can catch the first flight to Milwaukee and start fighting!
Allen: Can I still drink myself to death on the flight?
Russo: Bro! As long as you're in the fight against justice! You can have all the booze you want!
Allen: I'll have to contact Jubei once I'm in Wisconsin and to start getting back up again. Maybe use Dani as a way to maybe get a title.
Russo: Bro! Nobody wants to see a Japanese wrestler bro! They want to see Americans take over!
Allen: Shut up Russo, I need my luggage.
Russo: I already have it bro!
(Allen sighs and heads into the living room to get ready for his flight.)
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