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Post by Rock N' Roll God on Feb 6, 2021 12:32:25 GMT -6
"Welcome to ECWF" Singles match vs. Evan Rush vs. Damon CrossRP Limit: 2 (w/1000 word limit per RP)
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Post by Deleted on Feb 14, 2021 21:53:16 GMT -6
The scene opens with Evan Rush standing in the middle of the ring with a microphone in his hand as “Protection” by Jim Johnston plays over the arena.
Evan Rush: So this is ECWF huh? I am just getting my feet wet here and I have a long way to go in this company and my first opponent this week will be Damon Cross.
Evan is accompanied in the ring by his sister Maxine Rush.
Evan Rush: Damon Cross, you have the unfortunate task of being my first opponent here in ECWF and I can only wish you good luck because you’re going to need it in order to beat me this week on Friday Night Revolution.
Maxine Rush: My brother Evan Rush is a top caliber talent and he’s going to prove it not just to the boys in the back but also to management that he’s more than ready to win championship gold here in ECWF. Damon, can you say the same thing? You even have someone or something that you’re fighting for? Damon, you have better bring best against my brother otherwise you’re only going to have yourself to blame when you lost this match.
Evan circles around in the ring before beginning to speak again.
Evan Rush: Damon, I hope you do research on me and look up my old wrestling tapes because you’re going to need every little piece of information on me if you actually hope to defeat me this Friday Night on Revolution.
Evan then looks deeply into the camera before he continues speaking.
Evan Rush: Damon, you’re not going to be using me as a stepping stone here in ECWF. I’m not afraid to do whatever it takes in order to win this match because when you have nothing to lose then you have just about everything to gain. I’m not going to underestimate you in this match because that would be really stupid for me to come into this match thinking that I’m going to dominate you. Damon, you are living rent free in my mind right now and I can’t get you off of my mind until I fight you in the middle of this ring. I am not going to go easy on you during this match and I know that you’re not going to go easy on me either.
Evan and Maxine exits the ring and heads back up the entrance ramp as “Protection” by Jim Johnston plays over the arena.
Evan and Maxine head back to the locker room area and their locker room as the scene fades to black.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2021 16:59:12 GMT -6
Seated upon a comfortable, padded table, raised high enough from the floor that his legs dangle a bit, Damon Cross has his head lowered and his arms resting upon his thighs. His torso is clad in naught but a black tank top, showing off an impressive increase in muscle mass from the last time he was seen in an ECWF ring, something that has been progressing since even before he inked his name on a contract for the Extreme Championship Wrestling Federation. His dark hair hangs loose, framing and to an extent hiding his facial features as he seems to be waiting patiently for someone. Through the lens of a cell phone camera, someone is watching him as he sits. And when he recognizes that fact, a slow smile spreads upon his features. Beneath the neatly-trimmed beard and mustache, a faint gleam of white.
The man once known as the Black Ronin, now known as the Redeemer, lifts his head a little to gaze at the camera, fixing a sharp stare on it. Somehow, the smile does not quite reach his eyes. At least… not yet. The indicator at the corner of the camera’s HUD shows that it is on audial mute.
”Put that thing down for a moment and come over here,” Damon says gently, motioning for the person behind the device to put it aside… at least for now. ”I need you closer for a minute.”
A soft giggle comes from behind the phone. It is placed down, showing a multicolored, glittery case surrounding the thousand-dollar device, resting now on the seat of one of the room’s chairs. The lady with dual-colored hair, purple and orange, wends her way over to the table… grabbed by the wrist with Damon’s left hand and pulled forward with an eager squeak.
”Hey, now! Someone is eag-”
She is cut off by a kiss. The young woman fairly melts, held up only by Damon’s grip on her which has now softened a bit, though not so much that she need worry about becoming a puddle on the tiled floor. When he draws back, she is breathless and Damon himself is slightly flushed.
”Mmm! What was THAT for?!
”Reminding myself of why I do what I do,” comes the simple answer. Damon grins again, and this time it shows just right in his eyes. ”Go ahead and fire that thing back up. There’s a few minutes before Dr. Madigan comes back and I’ve a few things to say while we have a little privacy.”
Making no effort to tone down his Creole accent these days, Damon’s voice evokes memories of the old X-Men cartoon… Gambit, specifically. It is not something that he tries for; it is just how he speaks. At least when he is calm, like he is now. The young woman, his fiancee Danielle, happily gathers up the phone again and puts the camera back on. Unmuting the speaker and hitting the Record button, the feed is focused on Damon once again, this time recording proper, and the Redeemer has his stare fixed on the device.
’Evan Rush.”
He allows the name to roll off his tongue, wetting his lips with the tip of his tongue. A small smile emerges.
”Seeing as how I’m your first opponent, allow me to formally welcome you to the ECWF. You already know who I am, but you don’t seem to know WHAT I am,” Damon continues, the faintest edge in his tone. ”I knew it the moment you used that word that is so dirty in this business, the one that starts more fights than it ends, the one that diminishes even without intent… the one that guarantees painful lessons.”
Yes, that is definitely an edge. Danielle moves back and takes a seat in the chair, adjusting the position of the phone camera as she goes. Damon has let the smile go by now, lifting his left hand to brush some black hair from his face.
”Steppingstone.”
Even saying it causes his expression to tighten. He lets the word hang, lowering his head again briefly while still sitting on that table.
Waiting.
Considering.
”Allow me to preface what I am about to relate… by telling you, Evan, that I bear no malice toward you or the sister who boosts you so lovingly and effectively, Damon starts, his voice quiet. ”I have no doubt that you are a talented young man. You are certainly eager to make your mark in the business. And you have a powerful advocate in your sister, Maxine. She clearly cares about you and your success. You are a fortunate man to have someone so willing to have your back in a business like this. That being said?”
A shake of his head, it making that hair fall forward again.
”You aren’t a steppingstone, Evan. Far from it. You,” he leans up sharply, tossing his dark hair over his shoulder and staring through narrowed slits at the camera, ”are a tune-up match.”
A faint ‘oooh!’ is heard from behind the camera, No doubt Danielle considered that a burn of some strength. Damon’s expression is still tight, his stare unblinking.
”You suggested that I should look up your work. You will have to forgive me for not having done so. My right arm, as you may or may not be able to tell, took some damage in my last match a few weeks ago. Intensive therapy and exercise, to stave off a likely serious procedure to it, has kept me too busy to go tape-trading. Since it did not happen in an ECWF match, though, I won't bore you by relating the tale,” states Damon matter-of-factly. ”I am unwilling to miss any more time in the ring for any reason, hence my presence here at Drake’s Landing in Malibu, a place I heartily suggest that you give a try should you have a physical ailment that needs attention, by the way," Damon says with a small smile before returning to business. "I have to wonder though, getting back to the point, if you went to the trouble of looking up MY work before you made that comment, though. Because for as bold as you speak, Evan, I don’t think you know who you’re about to tangle with. And that does not bode well for you.”
The scene fades out briefly, going back a few weeks to ECWF World War IV, specifically to the Wartime Rumble. As always, the bout was a scramble of intensity and chaos, with thirty men vying for a World Heavyweight Championship opportunity at Starcade in March. Many highlights are shown, but they center around the #15 entrant… Damon Cross himself. Carry on they do, all the way to the end, where Cross made the final elimination, punching his ticket for a match with Dan Anderson.
The highlights give way to the examination room again, back to Damon sitting on that table, having never taken his eyes off the camera.
”Your first ECWF match is against the man who on HIS first night, in HIS first ECWF match, won the Wartime Rumble and who will now main event Starcade. Would you have been so cavalier had you known this, Evan? Would your sister have pumped you up so hard rather than exercise caution if this were known to you? If the answer to either of those is ‘yes’...” Damon trails off a little and pauses before shaking his head and chuckling to himself. ”...and now I start to understand how Eric and Hiashi felt during their in-ring days. It took me being in the business for the better part of a decade, but I get it.”
The thought amuses him, albeit briefly. Soon it is back to business.
”Back to the point. If the answer to either of those questions was ‘yes’, then you have a serious problem, Evan. I will not sit here and demand respect, nor will I intone that you should worship the ground on which I walk. But, speaking with all due seriousness? This match is not yours to win. Everything to gain and nothing to lose is logic that in other situations might be sound, but at Revolution you DO have something to lose: your naivete… and a few wrong-headed notions about this business.”
At that moment, the door opens and as the camera watches, Damon’s attention shifts to the person entering: a woman with jet-black hair, reaching well past her shoulders, dressed in a white coat. Danielle turns the camera her way for a moment, then quickly turns it off.
”Thank you for your patience, Mr. Cross. Goodness but we have been busy lately! Honestly, you wrestlers have no concept of being careful, do you?!”
The doctor has a very sweet tone when she speaks, winking and laughing at her own little joke as she takes and examines Damon’s right arm. Damon himself laughs lightly, as does Danni in the background.
”Says the woman who used to do double-rotation moonsaults on the regular, Dr. Madigan.”
”And did a darn good job of it, too!”
Clearly she is a former wrestler herself. She rotates Damon’s arm this way and that at the shoulder, then at the elbow and wrist. Dr. Madigan is very mindful of her efforts, constantly checking with Damon, watching his expression and reading his body language between asking if her efforts are causing pain.
”I’m not feeling anything out of place. There’s no pain at all?”
”There’s a little tightness here and there. The stretching and exercise regimen you put me on takes care of it, though.”
”Well, then I would keep up with both before any strenuous physical activity. For now, it seems like we’ve twisted you back into shape just fine, so…”
Dr. Madigan walks over to the laptop on the room’s small desk and types in a few things, then rises and nods, turning back to Damon, hands in her pockets and a charming smile on her face.
”...you’re cleared! Obviously if you have any trouble, give me a call and I’ll have another look. And keep up the stretching and exercises like you have been. If you have any questions, just give me a ring!”
Clear relief on his face, Damon nods and returns the young woman’s smile. Danielle hands over his shirt, a black button-down, which he puts on and fixes up the front while replying to Dr. Madigan.
”Much appreciated, doctor. Would you mind faxing copies of the release to Mr. Callaway, the ECWF office and Dr. Kravitz back in Asheville?”
”Consider it done!”
With that, Damon and Danielle leave the exam room. The next we see of them is out in front of Drake’s Landing, Damon looking marginally more relaxed than he had been. The camera is flipped back on when he gives the gesture…
...and it’s back to business.
”I’m going to chalk up your comments and those of Maxine to excitement, a desire to make a mark in the ECWF from the get. When I look at it through such lenses, the thrust of your comments is at least understandable. Once upon a time, I was brash like you are now, Evan. None of us can escape it. Especially when we have a little success on our ledger,” Damon says with a small smile, doing his best to be reassuring to the young man he’s facing in a few days. ”There’s nothing unfortunate about this match for me, Evan, nothing for me to worry about. For the first time in a long time, since winning and losing my first World Championship in short order, I see things clearly… and my baggage isn’t nearly as heavy. Guess you could say I’ve seen the light after over a year of darkness.”
His gaze averts, eyes only, past the camera to the young lady holding it. The smile takes on a whole different tone then. Albeit momentarily. Then his eyes snap back toward the camera proper.
”You ever held a title, Evan? If you have, then you know what having that gold and leather does to a person. That weight over your shoulder or around your waist… the scent of sweat and leather… the delicious pressure that comes with knowing that you are one of if not THE best in the company it represents. Those feelings are addictive,” Damon says, feeling very personal about his comments now, ”and losing gold feels like losing a part of yourself. You will do anything and everything to get it back. You will grab at every string, snatch any opportunity, to return to where you feel you belong: on top. You have nothing to do with my regaining some hardware to adorn my shoulder, but I know Dan Anderson will be watching us battle, Evan, and that means you’re getting more than you thought you might. And to answer your question, Maxine?”
There’s some swift changes in viewpoint, with the camera going dark for a moment, then being pointed at the sidewalk and two pairs of legs, then being held up in Damon’s own hand. His right arm is around the shoulders of Danielle, who waves at the camera with a bright smile. Damon nods in her direction while staring into the camera, directing it at both of them.
”Here’s what I fight for. The woman who gave me my light back, who helped restore my spirit and healed my heart. The young lady who I’ll soon be able to call my wife.”
Danielle goes pink and Damon chuckles softly, tugging her a little closer.
”So… we’re all set to see who has the supreme motivation, no? Which of us has the greater drive to win? Who has the skills to pay those bills? All those pretty little cliches and then some,” Damon relays with a smirk, winking at the camera. ”But the answer to those questions are all the same: Damon Cross. The Redeemer. The 2021 Wartime Rumble Winner. The number one contender to and the next man to hold the ECWF World Heavyweight Championship.”
Danielle nods enthusiastically, pointing at Damon and leaning up to kiss his cheek before turning to grin at the camera again, loaded with pride for her man. Damon, still grinning himself, brings the camera in closer.
”At Revolution, Evan… you will say my name.”
The feed fades out on the two.
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