Post by C̸̣̠̑̊ŗ̸̙̔͠u̵̗̾̾Z̴̗̺̿̀e̷̛͓͕̕ on Sept 7, 2022 5:56:40 GMT
(OOC Note: Big shoutout to Ernie for trusting me to use Max Hopper in this RP. Good luck to Aiden.)
The Eternal Champion CruZe and the Moonstone Bearer Max Hopper were sitting at a hole-in-the-wall bar. The place was pretty much dead except for one other patron sitting on the other end of the bar who appeared to be some alcoholic barfly that had nothing better to do. The bartender was busy wiping down the bar, minding his own business.
“You have an important match coming up, guy,” Max Hopper stated to CruZe as if he didn’t know.
“Yeah, I know,” CruZe responded with a twinge of annoyance with the obvious speculation Hopper had made. “But, I historically am not so good when I’m against THE champion.”
“You’re a champion, too, guy,” Max reminded him with an assuring pat on the shoulder.
“A champion,” CruZe echoed then added, “not THE champion.”
“That’s why I set aside some time specifically for you tonight, my friend,” Max said before taking a drink of his martini.
“To remind me that I’m not the WrestleVerse Champion,” CruZe asked as he stirred his Moscow Mule with his two small straws before taking a long sip, watching Max Hopper as he did.
“No, no, not that, guy. You and I are going to go on a trip to see what exactly it is you need to do to be successful against Aiden Reynolds so maybe you can change your luck,” Max Hopper clarified. “After all, history does have a tendency to repeat itself.” Max raised an objecting index finger before adding, “But, we’re going to see to it that it doesn’t, guy,” Hopper exclaimed with pearly whites proudly gleaming.
“Where are we going, Max,” the Eternal Champion asked, eyes peeking from above his drink as he took another long sip.
“Not where, my cyborg friend, but when,” Max said seemingly happier than a fly on dogshit that he was able to make this correction. “Finish your drink then meet me outside, guy.”
Immediately afterward, Hopper swallowed the rest of his martini then excused himself from the bar. He walked out of the bar, letting the door swing to a close behind him.
“That son-of-a-bitch stuck me with the bill,” CruZe realized at length as he slammed his fist on the bar counter.
Ten minutes later…
CruZe walked out of the bar where Max Hopper’s flying saucer was hovering low over the far end of the parking lot. The stairs into the large spaceship were extended to the concrete below. Max Hopper appeared at the top of the stairs from inside.
“Climb aboard, guy,” invited Max.
CruZe looked around, inspecting the area for onlookers. Once he was satisfied that there was no one watching, he ascended the stairs and followed Max Hopper into the interior of the saucer. The stairs returned into the ship as the flying saucer raised higher into the air and began spinning releasing a whirring noise before vanishing in a rush into the sky.
Meanwhile, back in the parking lot, the drunken barfly from earlier stood staring at the sky in disbelief of what he just saw. CruZe, in his haste, had clearly missed seeing him walk out of the bar shortly after him. The barfly rushed back toward the bar shouting inaudibly about the UFO. No one would believe his drunk ass anyway…
Back on the flying saucer, CruZe sat in the navigation room with Max Hopper. The room was packed with technology that CruZe was only just learning about. In the center of the room, glowing on a pedestal and making strange noises was the coveted Moonstone. CruZe’s Eternal Championship lay not far from it.
“So, when are we headed,” CruZe asked at length, feeling very odd about the way he worded the question.
“August 26, 2015,” Max replied nonchalantly.
The gears seemed to be running in CruZe’s head as he was trying to figure out exactly where he was on that date.
“I was signed to HKW: AIR at that time,” he said, still registering the exact significance of that date.
“We’re here, guy,” Max said, bringing CruZe out of his thought process.
CruZe walked over to the door which hissed open, and the stairs extended before him. As his vision cleared, he could see the AIR Arena in Austin, Texas. CruZe’s eyes widened in disbelief as he descended the stairs. Max had brought them to a stop on the farthest part of the parking lot. As CruZe walked down the pavement, Max followed. They made quick work of the distance between them and the stadium. On the way, they saw a poster for the event: HKW: AIR Campeones: Night Two. A feeling of dread rushed into CruZe as the color left his face. He knew exactly when he was now.
“Well, how are we getting inside?”
“I bought us tickets, guy,” said Max with a toothy grin as he produced said tickets.
CruZe enjoyed most of the show up until the match he was dreading: the Lucky 7’s Match between himself, El Cabron Malo, Steph Winner, McKenna Kingsley, Shouta Kurosawa, Sofia King and Zack Jones.
“ZACK JONES, YOU SUCK,” CruZe shouted out among the crowd, letting his feelings toward his former rival from both HKW: AIR and SSWA be known as the wrestling standout made his entrance.
CruZe also had a distaste for Sofia King, but Zack Jones was a whole different story of hate. Once all of the combatants were in the ring —including CruZe himself— the match began. It’s a highly competitive match. By 16 minutes in, three luchadors have been eliminated. CruZe even eliminates Steph Winner by submission with his Cattle Mutilation hold at around the 15-minute mark.
At around the 20-minute mark is when things begin to go awry, CruZe one-after-another slaps each of his opponents (El Cabron Malo, Zack Jones, and Sofia King) across the face. Suddenly, CruZe finds himself on the wrong end of a three-on-one assault. CruZe is able to fight back against Malo, but he is ultimately overcome by a Tornado Enziguiri then a spinning jawbreaker called the Tilt-a-Whirl by Zack Jones. Afterward, all three of CruZe’s opponents cover him together to get the three count and eliminate him from the Lucky 7’s match.
Max Hopper looked over at CruZe who had his face in the palm of his hand.
“Let’s go some when else, shall we, guy,” offered Max Hopper.
With one last look toward the ring where CruZe’s old rivals were pointing and laughing at him on his way out of the arena, CruZe stood from his seat and followed Max Hopper up the stairs to leave the AIR Arena.
The WrestleVerse logo wiped across the scene then faded into CruZe sitting in a chair facing down toward the floor.
“I have been a champion many times,” CruZe began, recalling his past accomplishments. “I’ve been the Trinity Wrestling Nomad Champion; I’ve been the SSWA Pure Champion; and I also was the HKW: AIR Velocity Champion among other titles, but,” CruZe trailed off. “But, I’ve never been THE champion.”
“There’s always been something or someone that has kept me from accomplishing my goal of standing atop of a wrestling federation as the undisputed greatest. In HKW: AIR much like here in WrestleVerse, it took THREE people to stop me from proving that I was then,” CruZe’s eyes rose to the camera lens; anger was clearly present. “But, now, I find myself at a crossroads to set myself on the path of righting past wrongs.”
“That crossroads is a Champion versus Champion match against Aiden Reynolds. There’s more than just bragging rights on the line in that match, but that’s all that Reynolds probably sees,” CruZe speculated before jabbing his own thumb into his chest, “I see redemption!”
“Not redemption for the WrestleVerse Championship Battle Royal, but redemption for a man who has forever been THIS close,” CruZe held up his hand, displaying the small increment of space between his thumb and index finger. “THIS close, Aiden!”
“When I beat you, Aiden, Powers will have no choice but to consider me for a WrestleVerse title shot. I should already be in the discussion because of this,” CruZe patted the plate of his Eternal title, “because there's only one truth here in WrestleVerse, Aiden. I'm the superior champion. Come Eternal #3, there won't be a single doubt in anyone's mind, anywhere, any time, any dimension.”
“Aiden, I don’t doubt your abilities, you're the first WrestleVerse Champion. But, I do doubt your ability to fend off someone as hungry as I am. I’m starving for this, and I refuse to allow this opportunity to just pass me by. I admit it. I underestimated you once, and I paid for it. Wolfslair mauled me out in a three-on-one assault. Hell, I have a history of getting myself into those situations, but I have backup now. That's the bad news for you and your boys.”
“Here's the bottom line, Aiden Reynolds: At Eternal #3, I’m coming for redemption and bragging rights then I’m coming for your gold!”
CruZe shoved the camera. It faded to black.
The Eternal Champion CruZe and the Moonstone Bearer Max Hopper were sitting at a hole-in-the-wall bar. The place was pretty much dead except for one other patron sitting on the other end of the bar who appeared to be some alcoholic barfly that had nothing better to do. The bartender was busy wiping down the bar, minding his own business.
“You have an important match coming up, guy,” Max Hopper stated to CruZe as if he didn’t know.
“Yeah, I know,” CruZe responded with a twinge of annoyance with the obvious speculation Hopper had made. “But, I historically am not so good when I’m against THE champion.”
“You’re a champion, too, guy,” Max reminded him with an assuring pat on the shoulder.
“A champion,” CruZe echoed then added, “not THE champion.”
“That’s why I set aside some time specifically for you tonight, my friend,” Max said before taking a drink of his martini.
“To remind me that I’m not the WrestleVerse Champion,” CruZe asked as he stirred his Moscow Mule with his two small straws before taking a long sip, watching Max Hopper as he did.
“No, no, not that, guy. You and I are going to go on a trip to see what exactly it is you need to do to be successful against Aiden Reynolds so maybe you can change your luck,” Max Hopper clarified. “After all, history does have a tendency to repeat itself.” Max raised an objecting index finger before adding, “But, we’re going to see to it that it doesn’t, guy,” Hopper exclaimed with pearly whites proudly gleaming.
“Where are we going, Max,” the Eternal Champion asked, eyes peeking from above his drink as he took another long sip.
“Not where, my cyborg friend, but when,” Max said seemingly happier than a fly on dogshit that he was able to make this correction. “Finish your drink then meet me outside, guy.”
Immediately afterward, Hopper swallowed the rest of his martini then excused himself from the bar. He walked out of the bar, letting the door swing to a close behind him.
“That son-of-a-bitch stuck me with the bill,” CruZe realized at length as he slammed his fist on the bar counter.
Ten minutes later…
CruZe walked out of the bar where Max Hopper’s flying saucer was hovering low over the far end of the parking lot. The stairs into the large spaceship were extended to the concrete below. Max Hopper appeared at the top of the stairs from inside.
“Climb aboard, guy,” invited Max.
CruZe looked around, inspecting the area for onlookers. Once he was satisfied that there was no one watching, he ascended the stairs and followed Max Hopper into the interior of the saucer. The stairs returned into the ship as the flying saucer raised higher into the air and began spinning releasing a whirring noise before vanishing in a rush into the sky.
Meanwhile, back in the parking lot, the drunken barfly from earlier stood staring at the sky in disbelief of what he just saw. CruZe, in his haste, had clearly missed seeing him walk out of the bar shortly after him. The barfly rushed back toward the bar shouting inaudibly about the UFO. No one would believe his drunk ass anyway…
Back on the flying saucer, CruZe sat in the navigation room with Max Hopper. The room was packed with technology that CruZe was only just learning about. In the center of the room, glowing on a pedestal and making strange noises was the coveted Moonstone. CruZe’s Eternal Championship lay not far from it.
“So, when are we headed,” CruZe asked at length, feeling very odd about the way he worded the question.
“August 26, 2015,” Max replied nonchalantly.
The gears seemed to be running in CruZe’s head as he was trying to figure out exactly where he was on that date.
“I was signed to HKW: AIR at that time,” he said, still registering the exact significance of that date.
“We’re here, guy,” Max said, bringing CruZe out of his thought process.
CruZe walked over to the door which hissed open, and the stairs extended before him. As his vision cleared, he could see the AIR Arena in Austin, Texas. CruZe’s eyes widened in disbelief as he descended the stairs. Max had brought them to a stop on the farthest part of the parking lot. As CruZe walked down the pavement, Max followed. They made quick work of the distance between them and the stadium. On the way, they saw a poster for the event: HKW: AIR Campeones: Night Two. A feeling of dread rushed into CruZe as the color left his face. He knew exactly when he was now.
“Well, how are we getting inside?”
“I bought us tickets, guy,” said Max with a toothy grin as he produced said tickets.
CruZe enjoyed most of the show up until the match he was dreading: the Lucky 7’s Match between himself, El Cabron Malo, Steph Winner, McKenna Kingsley, Shouta Kurosawa, Sofia King and Zack Jones.
“ZACK JONES, YOU SUCK,” CruZe shouted out among the crowd, letting his feelings toward his former rival from both HKW: AIR and SSWA be known as the wrestling standout made his entrance.
CruZe also had a distaste for Sofia King, but Zack Jones was a whole different story of hate. Once all of the combatants were in the ring —including CruZe himself— the match began. It’s a highly competitive match. By 16 minutes in, three luchadors have been eliminated. CruZe even eliminates Steph Winner by submission with his Cattle Mutilation hold at around the 15-minute mark.
At around the 20-minute mark is when things begin to go awry, CruZe one-after-another slaps each of his opponents (El Cabron Malo, Zack Jones, and Sofia King) across the face. Suddenly, CruZe finds himself on the wrong end of a three-on-one assault. CruZe is able to fight back against Malo, but he is ultimately overcome by a Tornado Enziguiri then a spinning jawbreaker called the Tilt-a-Whirl by Zack Jones. Afterward, all three of CruZe’s opponents cover him together to get the three count and eliminate him from the Lucky 7’s match.
Max Hopper looked over at CruZe who had his face in the palm of his hand.
“Let’s go some when else, shall we, guy,” offered Max Hopper.
With one last look toward the ring where CruZe’s old rivals were pointing and laughing at him on his way out of the arena, CruZe stood from his seat and followed Max Hopper up the stairs to leave the AIR Arena.
The WrestleVerse logo wiped across the scene then faded into CruZe sitting in a chair facing down toward the floor.
“I have been a champion many times,” CruZe began, recalling his past accomplishments. “I’ve been the Trinity Wrestling Nomad Champion; I’ve been the SSWA Pure Champion; and I also was the HKW: AIR Velocity Champion among other titles, but,” CruZe trailed off. “But, I’ve never been THE champion.”
“There’s always been something or someone that has kept me from accomplishing my goal of standing atop of a wrestling federation as the undisputed greatest. In HKW: AIR much like here in WrestleVerse, it took THREE people to stop me from proving that I was then,” CruZe’s eyes rose to the camera lens; anger was clearly present. “But, now, I find myself at a crossroads to set myself on the path of righting past wrongs.”
“That crossroads is a Champion versus Champion match against Aiden Reynolds. There’s more than just bragging rights on the line in that match, but that’s all that Reynolds probably sees,” CruZe speculated before jabbing his own thumb into his chest, “I see redemption!”
“Not redemption for the WrestleVerse Championship Battle Royal, but redemption for a man who has forever been THIS close,” CruZe held up his hand, displaying the small increment of space between his thumb and index finger. “THIS close, Aiden!”
“When I beat you, Aiden, Powers will have no choice but to consider me for a WrestleVerse title shot. I should already be in the discussion because of this,” CruZe patted the plate of his Eternal title, “because there's only one truth here in WrestleVerse, Aiden. I'm the superior champion. Come Eternal #3, there won't be a single doubt in anyone's mind, anywhere, any time, any dimension.”
“Aiden, I don’t doubt your abilities, you're the first WrestleVerse Champion. But, I do doubt your ability to fend off someone as hungry as I am. I’m starving for this, and I refuse to allow this opportunity to just pass me by. I admit it. I underestimated you once, and I paid for it. Wolfslair mauled me out in a three-on-one assault. Hell, I have a history of getting myself into those situations, but I have backup now. That's the bad news for you and your boys.”
“Here's the bottom line, Aiden Reynolds: At Eternal #3, I’m coming for redemption and bragging rights then I’m coming for your gold!”
CruZe shoved the camera. It faded to black.
