"Broken Wing." Methods of Madness: So I suppose I incorporated some sort of debut into this roleplay as well, considering no one but like three people know who I am, so I had to give atleast some background on who this character is, so I did just that, on top of some other stuff that was obviously needed for the match. Some people *cough*Evan&Mark*cough* have been waiting for this, so here it is, stop bitching...kidding...and enjoy :] I was never the arrogant one, so I would never believe myself to be something I am not, and a little over a year ago, I wouldn't consider myself a professional wrestler. I wasn't about to try my hand at the big time federations, even if some did believe me to be somewhat good. No, I wanted to try my hand at something else. I wanted to start out lower, work my way up, and then be inducted into the big time industry. I was humbled when I got the call from Jimmy Nevada, saying that he wanted me to appear on the opening bout of his company, but Deathcore, turned out to be much more than I expected. Drake Solace, Rielle Hawke, Ryan York, Gavin Masterson, Ambika Renton, wrestlers you should find somewhere on the MSN circuit reaking havoc, all occupied Deathcore during my time. It's my home, my beginning, the very place that personally launched my career into what it is today. Coming out of Deathcore, my life's been changed, and it gave me an experience to last a life time. It lead me into HPW, where I was followed by an array of Deathcore superstars such as Michael Challenger, and King Flip. But after HPW, then what? The indy circuit appeared to be dying out, and it didn't seemed I'd reached that point in my career where I could be considered anywhere close to mainstream. Was it over? For seven monthes, it was, and for seven monthes I actually believed that there was nothing left for me to go back to, even if I did want to go back. I had been out for so long, and I doubt anybody would take somebody with indy credit and seven monthes ring rust on top of that. I was left alone, and with really no way to get back into the buisness that I had once loved so much. From the age of seven or eight, I had wanted to get into this buisness, and my time had only lasted for a couple monthes. That couldn't be it, could it? I had to have been worth something much more than just a few monthes, and then my career ends. What the hell was this? I had worked so hard to make my way up in the industry, and all I got was a few monthes to show for it? A few monthes in two indy feds that although gave me valuable life experience, gave me nothing worth putting on a application. For seven long monthes, I sat at home, and watched the lucky ones on TV, the lucky ones that were able to pull out of the slump, and I wished I had the strength to pull through, as they obviously did. Then I got the second best phone call in my life. The woman's name was Lilly, and she was the personal assistant to one Stephanie McMahon-Margera, the owner of Bytches Ultimate Domain. Apparently they were bored with the same old talent that shuffled in and out of BUD. They needed something new, innovative, and straight out of the indy feds, when was where I came in. Okay, I lied a little bit, but who was I to deny Lilly my services in a federation such as BUD. She had been watching some old Deathcore tapes, and came across the Thumbtack Turnbuckle match I had with ROM for the Pit Championship. In short, my abilities pretty much blew her mind, and a meeting was set up. Again, I left off the part about being unemployed in the wrestling world for almost seven monthes. Did she really need to know, I don't think so. She saw the talent I had on the tapes, and I hardly doubted that the talent had left me in just a matter of seven monthes. If I possessed this so called talent that the staff saw in me back then, then I obviously stilled possessed it. They needed to convinving, I on the other hand, did. 2007 Wayz 2 Die was set to be my return match, and what an interesting match it was. It was a triple threat, and between the three of us, a man by the name of Corey Vega was the only BUD original. It was rumored that Evan Pierce was making his BUD return as well. I had once been a big fan of OCW back in the day, before it got all controversal, and I had known this man from this promotion. Although he was said to have some talent on the OCW roster, I wasn't about to allow him to ruin my return match, not in the least bit. He came at me all cocky, and believing himself to be the best. It must have sucked for him to realize he had pegged me all wrong, when I won the match. To this day, Pierce claims "it doesn't count" simply because I didn't get the pin on him, but a win is a win I'd say. Fast forward to this very day. My career in BUD has been on the fast track, winning the BUDvision Championship and all, and my "relationship" with Evan Pierce has only gotten worse. Bitter from the first loss, he challenged me to a one-on-one Parking Lot Brawl, which I kicked his ass in. In the same night they held a tournament for my title, in which he said he'd be the one to defeat me. He was wrong again, because not only did I outlast him, but I won the whole damn tournament. He did manage to pull one over me eventually though, although his win was more than controversal. We competed in an ambulance match, and apparently Pierce had somewhat accepted that he would never defeat me fair and square, so his tactics were less than savory. Not only did he kidnap my manager, but his crap faction, The Tide, had to come out and help hiim get the win. Pathetic, I know, but that's Evan Pierce for you. Now that I've become more than just a fan, but a superstar, of OCW, it appears that I am at mercy of the management. It appears Pierce and I are forced to share the same side of the ring, I only hope he doesn't prove himself to be just as idiotic in this promotion, as he has in others. The break of daylight had appeared not but a few minutes ago, and I had sat on the room of my New York appartment all night. I had always considered myself a night person. I do my best thinking at night, under the watchful gaze of the stars. I don't know why, it was just so peaceful, and it chelped to clear my mind. "It isn't every day that you're forced to step onto the same side as a man that you consider to be one of your worst adversaries. It's not everyday you're forced to work with the same man that kidnapped your manager, and then buried him alive a week later, but here I am, and I am being forced to do exactly that. Whose bright idea was it to put Evan Pierce and myself on the same side? Some smart guy on the booking team thought it'd be interesting to see how we got along on the same side for once? Hmm...true, the history isn't exactly clear to everyone in OCW, but the fact that I stated I don't get a long with this man, should have been proof enough to not put us on the same side." A sigh easily escaped my mouth, and the saying that people never change entered my head. Evan Pierce, although may have held a different attitude while under previous employment by OCW, had turned into one of the most unsavory characters I had ever seen. Although many say Justin Klien runs that area, I think Pierce comes pretty close. Tagging with him would not be the most enjoyable experience of my life, but he better hope to god that he doesn't throw this match in order to get back at yours truley. "Well, I suppose if I'm going to pull off my first win in OCW, then I'm going to have to deal with the likes of Evan Pierce. All I have to say Pierce, is that it doesn't matter if we're in your home company, it wouldn't matter if we were in back of a fricken' dumpster, I'd still be better than you, and that's the way it's always going to remain. Just because we change promotions, doesn't mean your ability suddenly grows and your some superman. It doesn't matter where the hell it happened, I still have w inning record over you, and you'd do well to remember that one Pierce. I like the fact that you walk around OCW as if you're something big here. True, I haven't been here for very long and all and to say I know nothing about the history of this place would be a complete understatement, but I still don't see your name anywhere. You're not in the Hall of Fame, you're not on any of the title histories, so even if this is your so called 'home', it still doesn't mean you're something. Typical Pierce, always making himself out to be something he's not. Some things never change." I rose up from the chair that I had been leaning back in, and attempted to shift myself into a more serious position. I probably failed, but then again I was never that great at this whole serious deal. "I'm going to say this once, and I'd hope I could get my point across for the first time. Don't mess with me in this match, Evan. I'm being forced to team with you, and that's that, I want nothing to do with you, personally. Infact, I wanted nothing to do with you after our first match at 2007 Wayz 2 Die, but you just keep coming back, don't you? Even when you don't exactly want too. Anyway, my point is, let it be, and don't make this out to be something that it's not. You tend to let your imagination run wild, and it escaped you. Keep yourself in check during this match, and I believe everything will run smoothly." There were many doubts running through my mind at this point, and the match running smoothly was not one of them. Sure, in some alternative universe where Evan Pierce wasn't such a jackass and didn't kidnap Abram McCallister in order to get a win. Maybe if Pierce had some revelation that he was actually an evil son of a bitch, that needed to go die in a fire, or atleast have his organs donated...when he was still alive. Maybe one day when Evan Pierce devotes himself to a church, and vows to do no more evil deeds in order for himself to reach salvation, maybe then, would things run smoothly in a match like this. Until that day, things wouldn't go as smoothly as I wanted too, not even close. "But this match, for once, isn't myself versus Evan Pierce, is it? No, of course it's not. Management probably thought it would be pretty hiliarious to team myself with Pierce and some guy named Chris Tsunami to take on a whole other set of three men. As you can tell, I have no idea who this Chris Tsunami guy is, but I really do hope he's not some random jobber that felt the need to play with the big boys today. Chris, this isn't a game, but if you want to come ou and play, then you better come out hard, because I'm not going to lose a match because someone didn't want to fight at his full potential today. I've heard rumors that you shouldn't even be in OCW, but then I've heard others that you were, or are, whatever, Justin Klien's lackey. I figure Klein must choose his buddys wisely, look at Darren Stevens, so I really don't know what to believe. I suppose that's just the downside to being new in a company. All I can say is that you better come prepared, because if you don't, then I know who to blame for the loss." It was guys such as Chris Tsunami that could blow the whole match for you. He could be the wildcard that either helps his own team to gain the victory, or possibly the opposite team. On one hand, he could possibly be able to compete on a level that overpowers the team, or on the other hand he could be a useless jobber that gets himself pinned and causes a loss to the whole team. That's what I hate about tag team matches such as this one. A regular tag match is fine and dandy, it really isn't hard to trust one person and make sure they don't get themselves pinned in the match. Keeping track of more than one person, is way easier than it sounds. There's two many people fighting each other at one time, and at any given time, without me even knowing, a guy like Tsunami could get himself pinned. Great. Why do I always get stuck with the dumbass partners? "Travis McNiel, another person I don't really know, but I suppose that's to be expected when you first enter a company. I understand that Mr. McNiel has been in Online Championship Wrestling once before. I honestly have no idea what happened to make him leave. I know it's more than likely been explained in his promo one of these times, but I didn't exactly pay attention during his promo. Then when Mazzarone came out I was like damn, better turn this crap off before it gets any worse. The fact that Travis has alligned himsef with Mazzarone, already doesn't say very much about his intelligence. I mean, Mazzarone kisses Klien's ass every week on Insider, and Justin didn't even want to join his little faction. I've never heard of him before, I doubt he's ever heard of me, I don't recall him stating any accomplishments that I would have ever heard of him, and that's pretty much that. I know Mazzarone tried to become a wrestler, and failed, but he better not get involved in this match." McNiel didn't seem to tough, and I would honestly be surprised as he actually showed up. Actually, surprisingly, Pierce was the only one that I could actually trust in this match. Wait, hold on, take a couple steps back and realize that I don't mean that I can actually trust him. I would never be able to trust a man like Evan Pierce. More like, I can trust him to actually show up and perform because as much as I despise the man, I can say without hesitation that he would never ditch a match, for the simple reason that he has to much pride. He wouldn't be able to just not go to a match, Evan Pierce would never pass up a win. This McNiel guy on the other hand, I wasn't to sure about. Even if he didn't show up, I suppose it wasn't exactly a bad thing. "Who the hell is Brandon Napalm? Normally I am always the one to give people credit, but this time, I honestly don't have anything to give. I don't know who he is, he hasn't shown his face around here, all he has is a contract. Can anyone even vouche for this man? Atleast tell me what kind of competitor he is? No. Okay, point proven." 'Nuff said about that. "Adam Meyer, the only opponent that I actually know something about. It's been a long time Meyer, what, some time over a year, probably, correct? How has life after Deathcore been treating you? Not very well I expect, considering I heard you were out of commission for about six monthes. We share a special bond Meyer, it's the same bond that all share who had made their way through Deathcore when it was open. Although it didn't last as long as it should have lasted, we both know that the times there were beyond great. Thumbtack turnbuckle matches, Land of Wood matches, ah, those were the days, wouldn't you agree Meyer? You should know exactly what I'm talking about, afterall, you were the first Deathcore Television Champion, and for that, I will always hold respect towards you. As you know, I was the last ever Pit Champion. On another note, these are new times, a new federation, a year after Deathcore, and I suppose now is when we find out exactly what we've become, exactly what Deathcore has taught us. The only thing I hope is that you are to badly ringrusted, and you're ready for for this tag match. If you don't believe that any of your other opponents could be standing in the way of your win, believe that I can. You've seen what I can do, and you know I mean buisness. Let's get something straight, just because I share a certian respect for you, will not stop me from going all out in this match. Nothing has ever stopped me from getting what I want, and it's not going to stop me now. You were in Deathcore, and you even came out with a championship, and I respect you for that, but again, it's not going to stop me from pinning you in this match if I have too." Adam Meyer had been around a time or two, that much I knew. My respect for him extends beyong just the fact that he was in Deathcore, I'll tell you that much. The man knew how to fight, and he knew that if he just hung in there long enough, then he would eventually prevail...or, that was his mindset anyway, and I loved the way he thought. it's how he walked out of Hellfire that day with the Deathcore Television Championship around his waist. I admire the man for what he brings to the table, I do, but there is no way I'd ever let him get in the way of my path. Adam Meyer, although I do respect, is great for the lower divisions, aka, not in mine. Adam Meyer can handle his own, but with this whole team thing, I've got this win in the bag if my partners don't screw it up. "All in all, it doesn't exactly matter who my opponents are, or even who my partners are I suppose if they decide to play nice. If Pierce keeps his ego in check, and Chris Tsunami doesn't job so we lose the match, I believe everything will go according to plan. I don't know much about Tsunami, but I don't Pierce will not pass up on a win, so pretty much, Meyer, Napalm, and McNiel are screwed." I sat back into the chair I had been sitting in, knowing that I would soon have my first win under my belt in OCW. It was honestly a federation that I never saw myself joining. I hadn't made a vow, but I had made a silent agreement with myself that I wouldn't join a federation like this. I really don't know what drove me to join it now...boredom, maybe, but I really have no clue. It appeared to be better than what I had thought it was, so far anyway. Until I pissed off either Justin Klien or Tara Wilson, probably. That would be a fun day, I'm sure, but until that day, I planned on laying low and taking whatever it was that I set my sights on, given that I'm not quite sure what that was yet, is another story. I took a picture out of my pocket that Jade had once taken of me. It was back during the times that we seemed to be inseperatable. Seemed would be the emphasized word on that by the way. We're still okay as I currently speak, but we don't see much of each other as we'd like, as to the company seperation and all. I gazed at the picture, the BUDvision Championship on my waist, and for Jade's satisfaction, I was shirtless. She had written in sharpie across my chest, what I had been known as in BUD, and what I hoped to be known as one day across the MSN Circuit. It said "Rookie Sensation", and I held some type of chessy tough man pose. ...It was fitting.