Post by L. S. Hutchinson on Apr 13, 2012 18:07:59 GMT -5
The Dungeon Returns!
The Dungeon. My pride and joy. When most people hear about it, they almost instantly either think of Bret Hart’s Dungeon or they think I’m some sort of gimpy weirdo that has sex with women in chains and gimp masks with nipple clamps on their breasts. Although I actually am quite into all that kinky stuff, it’s not what I mean when I mention “The Dungeon”.
It started pretty much during my time in EAW. I had an opportunity put in front of me to open up my own wrestling gym, so I did. I dubbed it “The Dungeon” and just began training anybody who was interested in training with me, for a price. There’s been a few different Dungeon’s since it’s creation though. I originally had a VERY small warehouse and set up two rings, one in the middle of the warehouse and another inside the garage. I had a class of round about fourteen young hopefully bright eyed stars before I was given the change to move to a bigger empty warehouse but this upgrade didn’t come without a cost. I was forced to leave half of my class behind. Soon after moving to the new location the rest quit due to inconveniece with the distance from their home to the gym and the higher training fee I had to also upgrade due to having to keep the entire warehouse from losing electricity and for fixing the horrible plumbing. After a while the rest of my clas quit and I was forced to look for a new class.
Amongst the fourteen new hopeful rookies was Belle Amie. The girl who almost cost me my marriage, also my number one fan. By this time Mary was towards the end of her pregnancy and it was around the time she was being kidnapped by JJ Brown, my insane boss who wanted to raise my daughter as his own. Fuck that. Psycho bastard. So anyways, Belle was a VERY good student. She was a great in-ring wrestler, she was somewhat followed by facebook and Twitter users, also she posted videos from her phone onto youtube. This wasn’t the first time I met her. She had won a competition to spend the day with any wrestlign superstar they wanted. Belle was about sixteen or seventeen at the time. Under aged, I know, but let me get to the end of this prologue. Belle was a massive fan of me. She wore my t-shirts, bought my merchandise, put posters of me up in her bedroom and even ran a fansite of me. She was so excited to meet me.
We met up for coffee, I met her family, got hugged by fat people, went up into her bedroom and ... well ... one thing lead to another and ... I cheated on my wife. Several times. She will never know. I hope. Because admitting to cheating on her, that would just kill her inside and I would never want the woman I love to feel like that. I love my wife so much, believe me, I almost went insane without her during our christmas kidnapping fiasco. I couldn’t handle Kyle keep asking where his mother was or Nick and Matt crying their eyes out or even Belle trying to get me to forget about Mary and run away with her. So I ended things with Belle. I just felt so guilty doing this. I don’t regret it in any way, shape or form. I actually miss her now that I think about it. If given the chance I would do it all again. I know, it’s horrible to cheat on someone, let alone the woman you love and the mother of two of your kids ... but Belle ... she was just great in bed. Not as good as Mary ... but I think it was the excitement that made it so much fun. Having sex in the janitor’s closet and fucking each other everywhere and anywhere we could. God I miss that. Come to think of it, I wouldn’t cheat on Mary with anyone else but Belle. There was just something special about her.
Today was the day I was supposed to train with Kried. We were both superb on our own but we might have some kinks as a tag team. Best to sort out all our problems early on so that we can become a cohesive and capable team. I was waiting outside the entrance to my Dungeon gym, waiting patiently for Kried to arrive. I had been waiting for an hour already. I suppose traffic is a nightmare today or maybe he just decided not to come and leave me hanging for an hour just to piss me off. I hate waiting for anything, let alone my new tag team partner.
Finally Kried arrives to see me sat on a bench wearing a dark green t-shirt, shades, several string wrist bands with my wedding ring on my finger, cargo pants rolled up a bit and sandals. I had my medium length black hair brushed back and I was also sporting a new beard style. I had gotten a bit sick of the completely unshaved beard, so I decided to clean it up a bit. It wasn’t a full beard or a stubble but some sort of cross between the two. My face was mostly conceiled by my beard and shades, wasn’t wearing a mask because this was training, not anything that would go on TV. Kried just walks up to me and laughs.
Kried
“Stytch?”
I pull my shades down to the bottom of my nose, revealing my dark blue eyes and rather hairy eyebrows. I crack a smile before standing myself up and walking around the corner as Kried and I began to speak.
Kried
“You look ... different.”
Stytch
“Well I would do, wouldn’t I? I don’t dress up like a luchador all the frickin’ time.”
Kried
“Yep. Instead your dressing up as some sort of hipster hippy ...”
Stytch
“Eh, I get tired of always wearing all that emo t-shirts and jeans. Sometimes I just need to kick back and wear hippy clothes.”
Kried
“So where’re we going?”
Stytch
“My gym”
Kried
“... and where exactly is that?”
Suddenly I stop and turn to look at a small glass building that was apparently an elevator that went down into something. It had four bridges extending from the corners with a pool under the bridges with fish within. It all looked so modern ... and expensive.
I begin to walk up to the elevater glass building, crossing the bridge and being followed by a very curious Kried. He didn’t know what to think. This was only the entrance. God knows what he’ll think of the actual gym. I press the elevator button and stroll in alongside a very nosy Kried. He was staring at everything like he’d never seen anything like it. I just smiled knowing that I had almost definately impressed him already.
The lift doesn’t take long to get to the underground level. When it opens it’s doors it reveals that we are on a higher level, revealing a little pond of water filled with other fish and plants underneath the level that lead down straight for a few feet, turning right to reveal two doors which were locked tight with several locks. To avoid people falling into the water the previous owners installed glass and steel railings. The lower layers entrance was basically a catwalk that goes right around the corner. There was also mirrors all around the room, so we basically walk out to see ourselves enjoying this huge white entrance room with mirrors everywhere. I didn’t mind kids hanging about down here but NOBODY but me, my guests and my students would ever enter the gym.
We walk down the platform as Kried gazed down at the fish and plants, commenting on how beautiful it was.
Kried
“Jesus christ, this must have cost a fortune to do!”
Stytch
“I didn’t do it. This used to be a nightclub but now it’s my pride and joy. The previous owners couldn’t pay for it all. Lucky for us I’m an eccentric weird guy with a lot of cash.”
We got to the locked doors. I quickly unlocked all the locks with my keys and pushed open the doors to reveal a simplistic waiting room with a few couches and potted plants around with a glass table and magazines placed on top of it, so that people waiting to meet with me won’t get bored of waiting. We walk straight through this little room and push open another set of doors to reveal that the floor we are on is only the first lower floor. There’s another lower floor underneath us that is accessed by black steps that go down into the lower layer. The layer we are on has a hole in the middle to reveal the training ring. My students usually watched from the top layer, watching down on their friends wrestle until it was their turn to compete and learn. The upper layer we was on had railings, just to be one hundred percent safe that kids that were training with me wouldn’t fall and break their neck.
We make our way down to the training ring and we begin to place our bags full of training clothes into the ring whilst we talked for a little bit. There are two seperate changing rooms to our left so that both my male students and female students could get changed without the other gender getting dirty with the other whilst changing. Unfortunately there’s a “glory hole” in the girls toilets so I believe my plan has failed. One of my students is a big pervert. I’m gonna charge him for ruining one of the bathroom stalls. Me and Kried begin to talk soon after we place our training bags onto the side of the ring.
Kried
“It’s a very nice place you got here.”
Stytch
“Yeah I know. All I’ve done is put a ring in here. I didn’t do any of this.”
Kried
“Well it looks great anyways, Stytch. Now where’s the changing rooms?”
Stytch
“Right over there, mate.”
I point over to the changing rooms and begin to watch Kried walk away, holding his bag over one arm and beginning to push open the door. He waited for me to correct him on calling me Stytch.
Stytch
“Stytch isn’t my name, Kried. Call me Jordan.”
Kried smirks.
Kried
“Nice to meet you Jordan. I’m Wilhelm.”
Kried made his way into the changing rooms, I just smirked as I realised I would almost never call him Wilhelm. It just seemed really weird to know someone and having called them one thing for a certain amount of time having to call them by their real name. I guess this is how he feels about calling me Jordan. He knows he as Stytch, so he’s probably gonna call me Stytch throughout our entire tag team reign of supremecy. I can live with that. I never really liked my real name anyway. Seriously, what kind of a name is Jordan Dante Sonispier? Urgh. I hate my parents for calling me that.
A few minutes later Apostle Kried emerges from the changing rooms wearing a black tank top, grey jogging bottoms and a pair of nike trainers with good soles on them. He looks up to the ring and sees me, he smirks before quickly making his way to the ring, he steps over the top rope and just looks me up and down. All I had done was put on black jogging bottoms, take off my shades and gone barefoot. Everything else was exactly the same.
Kried
“You’re going barefoot?”
Stytch
“Yeah, I find I move quicker without shoes or trainers on. Plus I’m actually pretty good at using my feet in matches. Like I make a fist with my toes and kick someone in the face. Or use the toes to help climb up onto things faster. Works wonders going barefoot.”
Kried just facepalms and smiles.
Kried
“Alright, you insane little barefoot weirdo, how the hell can we train as a tag team when there’s only two of us?”
Stytch
“That’s something I’ve already solved.”
I point over across from inside the ring, pointing towards two of my best students that had volunteered to sparr with us in order to help us function better as a tag team and hep them gain experience and learn from two of NYCCW’s best. These two young trainees were both sixteen year old punks that had a lot of attitude. Depite this fact they were both two of my best students and I was immensly proud of all that I had done to help them on their journey to become pro wrestlers. They were underaged and technically a real match would be illegal but this is just a training/sparring match. No cameras and no live audience means this was not a real match.
The two young punks walk up to the ringside, clearly happy to be taking part in this match. These two young punks were best friends who went by the names “Zak Pony” and “Derren Dynamic” ... they called themselves the Dynamic Ponies. Urgh. Why was my best students complete idiots? Dynamic fucking ponies. I guess they were just trying to be fun, the name is actually very memorable, so I guess they’re on the right track. Just don’t really want to be known as “the man who trained the Dynamic Ponies”.
Zak and Derren climb up into the ring and get to their side. They always chose the side facing the girls changing rooms. I wonder why.
We decide that Kried should start the match, facing Zak Pony of the opposing team. I stand behind the ropes, waiting to be tagged in. Also watching my trainees to see how they fair against such a muscular and overpowered opponent. They would be crushed for sure.
Zak Pony goes for a strong clothesline but to no avail as the clothesline proves to be worthless against the brute strength of Apostle Kried. Kried just stands there motionless for several moments, staring down at the younger, less experienced and rather skinny rookie Zak Pony. He just smirks as Zak attempts to beat down the AK-47, hitting Kried with everything he had. He kicked, he punched, he kicked, he punched and even attempted a few headbuts ... but Kried still didn’t move one bit. Finally Zak tags in his tag team partner Derren Dynamic and the two attempt to take Kried down as a team. I just watched on from the corner, enjoying the fact that I had gotten a complete GIANT of a man as a tag team partner.
The two young punks the Dynamic Ponies attempt to beat down Kried as a team, hitting him with a series of dropkicks, punches, kicks, elbows, headbuts, springboard dropkicks and so on. Nothing worked. Kried still stood unmoved, glaring down at them, obviously unaffected by their attempts to beat him down.
The two young wrestlers-to-be nod at each other and bounce their backs against the rops, using the added push to jump up onto Kried’s shoulders and attempt a double huricanrana. Both of them jumped up onto Kried’s shoulders and attempted to pull back in hopes for a huricanrana but both boys just end up being trapped on the shoulders of THE strongest wrestler in NYCCW.history. Kried just turned his head to Derren, smiled and then turned his head towards Zak, smiling once more before lifting the two boys up high and connecting with a double powerbomb that sent both of my students crashing down to the mat, almost bouncing after the impact. Kried stood himself up and grabbed Derren, lifting him above his shoulders in what would be an electric chair clutch and makes his way towards me.
Kried tagged me in, I followed up by jumping right up onto the top rope and jumping up to connect withy a rather athletic springboard knee to Derren’s face, pushing him off of Kried’s shoulders and leaving me to flip in mid air and land on my arse. I hated when thet happens. I quickly asked for Kried’s assistance to end the match rather quickly. He places me on his shoulders and allows me to stand atop them. I jump back in a backflip motion and land on my knee, digging deep into the chest of Derren Dynamic. Kried runs up to Zak and spears him out of the ring, allowing me to pick up the pinfall and ending this match with a swift three count.
Just as we finished the match we help up the two young rookies that had volunteered to help us see how we worked as a tag team. I helped Derren up to his wobbley feet whilst Kried exited the ring and pulled up the young comedic Zak Pony, patting him on the back as a way of telling him “you’re alright, kid”. The two boys make their way to their bags to grab their bottles of water as I exited the training ring to speak with Kried about our little tag team test match. We sit on the side of the outside of the ring, exhausted.
Stytch
“So what do you think?”
Kried
“I think we’re still focussing on ourselves rather than the team. Maybe we should practice some tag team moves?”
Stytch
“Good idea ... but you gotta admit we worked well. With my speed and agility and your strength and INSANE power ... we could conqour the entire tag team wrestling world.”
Kried
“Heh, I like the sound of that.”
The two young students that we just beat come back up to us, sweating and holding their bottles of water.
Zak Pony
“You guys are pretty good.”
Derren Dynamic
“Yeah, you guys rock. They should call you guys The Freakshow or something!”
Kried
“Excuse me?”
Derren Dynamic
“Er ... I mean like you’re the strong guy and Stytch is like the athletic acrobat. Kinda like circus or something.”
Stytch (sarcastic)
“Great. All we need now is a ten year old ringmaster anime girl to be our manager.”
Kried
“I like the name.”
Stytch
“We could be called the German Sausage and Scotch Egg for all I care, all that’s important is that we’re dominant. If we’re anything like we were in that match in our upcoming NYCCW match ... then I don’t think we have anything to worry about.”
Kried
“I guess so.”
Kried looks over to my students, Zak and Derren.
Kried
“Hey, how’s about we have one more match, then go to the pub down the street?”
Zak Pony
“We’re too young to drink ... but sure. Would be awesome to hang out with you guys.”
Stytch
“I don’t drink. It’s against my beliefs ... but i’m in too.”
Kried stands up from his seated position, reminding us all how small we were in comparison.
Zak gulps.
Kried
“Kid ...”
Kried begins, placing his hand on Zak’s shoulder mid sentence.
Kried
“... I hope you’ve got health insurance.”
Zak holds his hand up to his eye and sighs as the darkness descends upon oue view of them. Slowly changing into pitch darkness.
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A Glimpse Of The Future
It is now eighteen years into the future from this exact moment. The year is 2029 and my children are now fully grown adults, all have become pro wrestlers, following my footsteps and honouring my name. My oldest child, Kyle is now twenty seven years old. He was the first to follow my footsteps due to his immense love for pro wrestling and him being almost a decade older than his other three siblings. He got into wrestling at the age of twenty one, donning the name “Kyle Stytch”, a trend that ran throughout my childrens’ careers. They all use their real first names and use my wrestling name as a surname in honour of me. Kyle became a rather bizarre character, opting to wear a black and green skull mask and act very demonic. His in ring wrestling skill was very similar to my own. I did train him after all. He was more aggresive than I, opting to use weapons and beat down his opponents with his fists rather than overwhelm them with high flying skills. He was my oldest child and my second shortest. Although he was around the same height as me.
Nick and Matt argued all their life over pretty much anything and everything. They argued over toys as kids, they argued over girls as teens and now ... now they’re one of the greatest tag teams the united states has to offer. They carried on Kyle’s tradition, using my wrestling name as a surname and using their given first names as wrestling first names. Although their real names were actually Nicolas and Matthew, but I guess Nick and Matt is a lot easier and quicker to say. They took on my in ring style, even becoming more high flying and risk taking than me. They’re actually not identical as some people seem to believe. Nick is about a foot taller than Matt, Nick has ginger hair and Matt has dark brown hair. They chose to wore masks very similar to my own only with their added modification to the original design. Nick chose to have a large sharp screaming mouth design with a hold in the back to put his multicoloured hair through whilst Matt chose to simply cut out the mouth of the mask, allowing him to speak more clearly, also letting his goatee be viewed. He was actually quite proud of that. They were both about the age of twenty by they ear 2029.
My only daughter, Cody was around the age of eighteen by this time. She was never interested in wrestling. That is until I announced some very tragic news, news that probably awoken the inner wrestler within her. I gathered my children, took a deep gulp and announced my news, right there in the garden.
“I’m dying.”
I had cancer. I only had three years to live, maybe less. I would most likely die in the year 2032. It would be exactly 45 years, 11 months, and 21 days since my birth. I hated it. Every moment after that announcement I was treated like an invalid, treated different because they didn’t want to lose me. I love them ... I just wished they could have treated me correctly towards the end of my life. I died on the fourteenth of the fourth two thousand and thirty. Aged 43 years, 11 months, and 21 days old. The doctors were wrong. I could fight it. I didn’t have enough time. I wish I could have stayed. To watch my children become champions, fall in love, marry, have kids of their own. But now ... it’s just too late for me. If I knew I had a timer on my life all those years ago ... I wouldn’t have done anything any differently. I loved my life. I loved my career. I still love my children and I still love my wife. Ex wife now, I guess. Oh god. I’m leaving my wife alone. Why would this happen? I was a good man. I brought up my family well. I gave to charities. I even helped H4ck3r when all that business with the wedding happened. I did good. I did good.
If i’m a ghost in the afterlife ... then i’ll be right where I want to be. With my family, watching over them. Protecting them. Mary, i’m sorry ... and I love you.
“Live every day as if it was your last. Because you never know when mister Grim Reaper will come looking for you.”
- Written by Luke Hutchinson
- Characters by Luke Hutchinson and Darkdiciple
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Hey guys, took me like two days to write this. Not like actually two days but I was busy, so I did it like bit by little bit. I was actually having writer’s block as well, so I had to watch some TV. Yeah, watching TV gets rid of my writers block. Weird, huh? Anyways, not too proud of this roleplay, could have been better but quite frankly I couldn’t be arsed to do much more. You might be a bit confused by the ending bit. Basically it’s just a glipse at the future and what will happen to Stytch and his family long after I’ve stopped roleplaying as him. He basically dies of cancer, leaving his children to follow in his footsteps and become a stable known as The Stytch Dynasty, yes name is quite similar to Hart Dynasty, blah blah fucking blah. Might do some art for the Dynasty at some point.
Bye MFKRs.
The Dungeon. My pride and joy. When most people hear about it, they almost instantly either think of Bret Hart’s Dungeon or they think I’m some sort of gimpy weirdo that has sex with women in chains and gimp masks with nipple clamps on their breasts. Although I actually am quite into all that kinky stuff, it’s not what I mean when I mention “The Dungeon”.
It started pretty much during my time in EAW. I had an opportunity put in front of me to open up my own wrestling gym, so I did. I dubbed it “The Dungeon” and just began training anybody who was interested in training with me, for a price. There’s been a few different Dungeon’s since it’s creation though. I originally had a VERY small warehouse and set up two rings, one in the middle of the warehouse and another inside the garage. I had a class of round about fourteen young hopefully bright eyed stars before I was given the change to move to a bigger empty warehouse but this upgrade didn’t come without a cost. I was forced to leave half of my class behind. Soon after moving to the new location the rest quit due to inconveniece with the distance from their home to the gym and the higher training fee I had to also upgrade due to having to keep the entire warehouse from losing electricity and for fixing the horrible plumbing. After a while the rest of my clas quit and I was forced to look for a new class.
Amongst the fourteen new hopeful rookies was Belle Amie. The girl who almost cost me my marriage, also my number one fan. By this time Mary was towards the end of her pregnancy and it was around the time she was being kidnapped by JJ Brown, my insane boss who wanted to raise my daughter as his own. Fuck that. Psycho bastard. So anyways, Belle was a VERY good student. She was a great in-ring wrestler, she was somewhat followed by facebook and Twitter users, also she posted videos from her phone onto youtube. This wasn’t the first time I met her. She had won a competition to spend the day with any wrestlign superstar they wanted. Belle was about sixteen or seventeen at the time. Under aged, I know, but let me get to the end of this prologue. Belle was a massive fan of me. She wore my t-shirts, bought my merchandise, put posters of me up in her bedroom and even ran a fansite of me. She was so excited to meet me.
We met up for coffee, I met her family, got hugged by fat people, went up into her bedroom and ... well ... one thing lead to another and ... I cheated on my wife. Several times. She will never know. I hope. Because admitting to cheating on her, that would just kill her inside and I would never want the woman I love to feel like that. I love my wife so much, believe me, I almost went insane without her during our christmas kidnapping fiasco. I couldn’t handle Kyle keep asking where his mother was or Nick and Matt crying their eyes out or even Belle trying to get me to forget about Mary and run away with her. So I ended things with Belle. I just felt so guilty doing this. I don’t regret it in any way, shape or form. I actually miss her now that I think about it. If given the chance I would do it all again. I know, it’s horrible to cheat on someone, let alone the woman you love and the mother of two of your kids ... but Belle ... she was just great in bed. Not as good as Mary ... but I think it was the excitement that made it so much fun. Having sex in the janitor’s closet and fucking each other everywhere and anywhere we could. God I miss that. Come to think of it, I wouldn’t cheat on Mary with anyone else but Belle. There was just something special about her.
Today was the day I was supposed to train with Kried. We were both superb on our own but we might have some kinks as a tag team. Best to sort out all our problems early on so that we can become a cohesive and capable team. I was waiting outside the entrance to my Dungeon gym, waiting patiently for Kried to arrive. I had been waiting for an hour already. I suppose traffic is a nightmare today or maybe he just decided not to come and leave me hanging for an hour just to piss me off. I hate waiting for anything, let alone my new tag team partner.
Finally Kried arrives to see me sat on a bench wearing a dark green t-shirt, shades, several string wrist bands with my wedding ring on my finger, cargo pants rolled up a bit and sandals. I had my medium length black hair brushed back and I was also sporting a new beard style. I had gotten a bit sick of the completely unshaved beard, so I decided to clean it up a bit. It wasn’t a full beard or a stubble but some sort of cross between the two. My face was mostly conceiled by my beard and shades, wasn’t wearing a mask because this was training, not anything that would go on TV. Kried just walks up to me and laughs.
Kried
“Stytch?”
I pull my shades down to the bottom of my nose, revealing my dark blue eyes and rather hairy eyebrows. I crack a smile before standing myself up and walking around the corner as Kried and I began to speak.
Kried
“You look ... different.”
Stytch
“Well I would do, wouldn’t I? I don’t dress up like a luchador all the frickin’ time.”
Kried
“Yep. Instead your dressing up as some sort of hipster hippy ...”
Stytch
“Eh, I get tired of always wearing all that emo t-shirts and jeans. Sometimes I just need to kick back and wear hippy clothes.”
Kried
“So where’re we going?”
Stytch
“My gym”
Kried
“... and where exactly is that?”
Suddenly I stop and turn to look at a small glass building that was apparently an elevator that went down into something. It had four bridges extending from the corners with a pool under the bridges with fish within. It all looked so modern ... and expensive.
I begin to walk up to the elevater glass building, crossing the bridge and being followed by a very curious Kried. He didn’t know what to think. This was only the entrance. God knows what he’ll think of the actual gym. I press the elevator button and stroll in alongside a very nosy Kried. He was staring at everything like he’d never seen anything like it. I just smiled knowing that I had almost definately impressed him already.
The lift doesn’t take long to get to the underground level. When it opens it’s doors it reveals that we are on a higher level, revealing a little pond of water filled with other fish and plants underneath the level that lead down straight for a few feet, turning right to reveal two doors which were locked tight with several locks. To avoid people falling into the water the previous owners installed glass and steel railings. The lower layers entrance was basically a catwalk that goes right around the corner. There was also mirrors all around the room, so we basically walk out to see ourselves enjoying this huge white entrance room with mirrors everywhere. I didn’t mind kids hanging about down here but NOBODY but me, my guests and my students would ever enter the gym.
We walk down the platform as Kried gazed down at the fish and plants, commenting on how beautiful it was.
Kried
“Jesus christ, this must have cost a fortune to do!”
Stytch
“I didn’t do it. This used to be a nightclub but now it’s my pride and joy. The previous owners couldn’t pay for it all. Lucky for us I’m an eccentric weird guy with a lot of cash.”
We got to the locked doors. I quickly unlocked all the locks with my keys and pushed open the doors to reveal a simplistic waiting room with a few couches and potted plants around with a glass table and magazines placed on top of it, so that people waiting to meet with me won’t get bored of waiting. We walk straight through this little room and push open another set of doors to reveal that the floor we are on is only the first lower floor. There’s another lower floor underneath us that is accessed by black steps that go down into the lower layer. The layer we are on has a hole in the middle to reveal the training ring. My students usually watched from the top layer, watching down on their friends wrestle until it was their turn to compete and learn. The upper layer we was on had railings, just to be one hundred percent safe that kids that were training with me wouldn’t fall and break their neck.
We make our way down to the training ring and we begin to place our bags full of training clothes into the ring whilst we talked for a little bit. There are two seperate changing rooms to our left so that both my male students and female students could get changed without the other gender getting dirty with the other whilst changing. Unfortunately there’s a “glory hole” in the girls toilets so I believe my plan has failed. One of my students is a big pervert. I’m gonna charge him for ruining one of the bathroom stalls. Me and Kried begin to talk soon after we place our training bags onto the side of the ring.
Kried
“It’s a very nice place you got here.”
Stytch
“Yeah I know. All I’ve done is put a ring in here. I didn’t do any of this.”
Kried
“Well it looks great anyways, Stytch. Now where’s the changing rooms?”
Stytch
“Right over there, mate.”
I point over to the changing rooms and begin to watch Kried walk away, holding his bag over one arm and beginning to push open the door. He waited for me to correct him on calling me Stytch.
Stytch
“Stytch isn’t my name, Kried. Call me Jordan.”
Kried smirks.
Kried
“Nice to meet you Jordan. I’m Wilhelm.”
Kried made his way into the changing rooms, I just smirked as I realised I would almost never call him Wilhelm. It just seemed really weird to know someone and having called them one thing for a certain amount of time having to call them by their real name. I guess this is how he feels about calling me Jordan. He knows he as Stytch, so he’s probably gonna call me Stytch throughout our entire tag team reign of supremecy. I can live with that. I never really liked my real name anyway. Seriously, what kind of a name is Jordan Dante Sonispier? Urgh. I hate my parents for calling me that.
A few minutes later Apostle Kried emerges from the changing rooms wearing a black tank top, grey jogging bottoms and a pair of nike trainers with good soles on them. He looks up to the ring and sees me, he smirks before quickly making his way to the ring, he steps over the top rope and just looks me up and down. All I had done was put on black jogging bottoms, take off my shades and gone barefoot. Everything else was exactly the same.
Kried
“You’re going barefoot?”
Stytch
“Yeah, I find I move quicker without shoes or trainers on. Plus I’m actually pretty good at using my feet in matches. Like I make a fist with my toes and kick someone in the face. Or use the toes to help climb up onto things faster. Works wonders going barefoot.”
Kried just facepalms and smiles.
Kried
“Alright, you insane little barefoot weirdo, how the hell can we train as a tag team when there’s only two of us?”
Stytch
“That’s something I’ve already solved.”
I point over across from inside the ring, pointing towards two of my best students that had volunteered to sparr with us in order to help us function better as a tag team and hep them gain experience and learn from two of NYCCW’s best. These two young trainees were both sixteen year old punks that had a lot of attitude. Depite this fact they were both two of my best students and I was immensly proud of all that I had done to help them on their journey to become pro wrestlers. They were underaged and technically a real match would be illegal but this is just a training/sparring match. No cameras and no live audience means this was not a real match.
The two young punks walk up to the ringside, clearly happy to be taking part in this match. These two young punks were best friends who went by the names “Zak Pony” and “Derren Dynamic” ... they called themselves the Dynamic Ponies. Urgh. Why was my best students complete idiots? Dynamic fucking ponies. I guess they were just trying to be fun, the name is actually very memorable, so I guess they’re on the right track. Just don’t really want to be known as “the man who trained the Dynamic Ponies”.
Zak and Derren climb up into the ring and get to their side. They always chose the side facing the girls changing rooms. I wonder why.
We decide that Kried should start the match, facing Zak Pony of the opposing team. I stand behind the ropes, waiting to be tagged in. Also watching my trainees to see how they fair against such a muscular and overpowered opponent. They would be crushed for sure.
Zak Pony goes for a strong clothesline but to no avail as the clothesline proves to be worthless against the brute strength of Apostle Kried. Kried just stands there motionless for several moments, staring down at the younger, less experienced and rather skinny rookie Zak Pony. He just smirks as Zak attempts to beat down the AK-47, hitting Kried with everything he had. He kicked, he punched, he kicked, he punched and even attempted a few headbuts ... but Kried still didn’t move one bit. Finally Zak tags in his tag team partner Derren Dynamic and the two attempt to take Kried down as a team. I just watched on from the corner, enjoying the fact that I had gotten a complete GIANT of a man as a tag team partner.
The two young punks the Dynamic Ponies attempt to beat down Kried as a team, hitting him with a series of dropkicks, punches, kicks, elbows, headbuts, springboard dropkicks and so on. Nothing worked. Kried still stood unmoved, glaring down at them, obviously unaffected by their attempts to beat him down.
The two young wrestlers-to-be nod at each other and bounce their backs against the rops, using the added push to jump up onto Kried’s shoulders and attempt a double huricanrana. Both of them jumped up onto Kried’s shoulders and attempted to pull back in hopes for a huricanrana but both boys just end up being trapped on the shoulders of THE strongest wrestler in NYCCW.history. Kried just turned his head to Derren, smiled and then turned his head towards Zak, smiling once more before lifting the two boys up high and connecting with a double powerbomb that sent both of my students crashing down to the mat, almost bouncing after the impact. Kried stood himself up and grabbed Derren, lifting him above his shoulders in what would be an electric chair clutch and makes his way towards me.
Kried tagged me in, I followed up by jumping right up onto the top rope and jumping up to connect withy a rather athletic springboard knee to Derren’s face, pushing him off of Kried’s shoulders and leaving me to flip in mid air and land on my arse. I hated when thet happens. I quickly asked for Kried’s assistance to end the match rather quickly. He places me on his shoulders and allows me to stand atop them. I jump back in a backflip motion and land on my knee, digging deep into the chest of Derren Dynamic. Kried runs up to Zak and spears him out of the ring, allowing me to pick up the pinfall and ending this match with a swift three count.
Just as we finished the match we help up the two young rookies that had volunteered to help us see how we worked as a tag team. I helped Derren up to his wobbley feet whilst Kried exited the ring and pulled up the young comedic Zak Pony, patting him on the back as a way of telling him “you’re alright, kid”. The two boys make their way to their bags to grab their bottles of water as I exited the training ring to speak with Kried about our little tag team test match. We sit on the side of the outside of the ring, exhausted.
Stytch
“So what do you think?”
Kried
“I think we’re still focussing on ourselves rather than the team. Maybe we should practice some tag team moves?”
Stytch
“Good idea ... but you gotta admit we worked well. With my speed and agility and your strength and INSANE power ... we could conqour the entire tag team wrestling world.”
Kried
“Heh, I like the sound of that.”
The two young students that we just beat come back up to us, sweating and holding their bottles of water.
Zak Pony
“You guys are pretty good.”
Derren Dynamic
“Yeah, you guys rock. They should call you guys The Freakshow or something!”
Kried
“Excuse me?”
Derren Dynamic
“Er ... I mean like you’re the strong guy and Stytch is like the athletic acrobat. Kinda like circus or something.”
Stytch (sarcastic)
“Great. All we need now is a ten year old ringmaster anime girl to be our manager.”
Kried
“I like the name.”
Stytch
“We could be called the German Sausage and Scotch Egg for all I care, all that’s important is that we’re dominant. If we’re anything like we were in that match in our upcoming NYCCW match ... then I don’t think we have anything to worry about.”
Kried
“I guess so.”
Kried looks over to my students, Zak and Derren.
Kried
“Hey, how’s about we have one more match, then go to the pub down the street?”
Zak Pony
“We’re too young to drink ... but sure. Would be awesome to hang out with you guys.”
Stytch
“I don’t drink. It’s against my beliefs ... but i’m in too.”
Kried stands up from his seated position, reminding us all how small we were in comparison.
Zak gulps.
Kried
“Kid ...”
Kried begins, placing his hand on Zak’s shoulder mid sentence.
Kried
“... I hope you’ve got health insurance.”
Zak holds his hand up to his eye and sighs as the darkness descends upon oue view of them. Slowly changing into pitch darkness.
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A Glimpse Of The Future
It is now eighteen years into the future from this exact moment. The year is 2029 and my children are now fully grown adults, all have become pro wrestlers, following my footsteps and honouring my name. My oldest child, Kyle is now twenty seven years old. He was the first to follow my footsteps due to his immense love for pro wrestling and him being almost a decade older than his other three siblings. He got into wrestling at the age of twenty one, donning the name “Kyle Stytch”, a trend that ran throughout my childrens’ careers. They all use their real first names and use my wrestling name as a surname in honour of me. Kyle became a rather bizarre character, opting to wear a black and green skull mask and act very demonic. His in ring wrestling skill was very similar to my own. I did train him after all. He was more aggresive than I, opting to use weapons and beat down his opponents with his fists rather than overwhelm them with high flying skills. He was my oldest child and my second shortest. Although he was around the same height as me.
Nick and Matt argued all their life over pretty much anything and everything. They argued over toys as kids, they argued over girls as teens and now ... now they’re one of the greatest tag teams the united states has to offer. They carried on Kyle’s tradition, using my wrestling name as a surname and using their given first names as wrestling first names. Although their real names were actually Nicolas and Matthew, but I guess Nick and Matt is a lot easier and quicker to say. They took on my in ring style, even becoming more high flying and risk taking than me. They’re actually not identical as some people seem to believe. Nick is about a foot taller than Matt, Nick has ginger hair and Matt has dark brown hair. They chose to wore masks very similar to my own only with their added modification to the original design. Nick chose to have a large sharp screaming mouth design with a hold in the back to put his multicoloured hair through whilst Matt chose to simply cut out the mouth of the mask, allowing him to speak more clearly, also letting his goatee be viewed. He was actually quite proud of that. They were both about the age of twenty by they ear 2029.
My only daughter, Cody was around the age of eighteen by this time. She was never interested in wrestling. That is until I announced some very tragic news, news that probably awoken the inner wrestler within her. I gathered my children, took a deep gulp and announced my news, right there in the garden.
“I’m dying.”
I had cancer. I only had three years to live, maybe less. I would most likely die in the year 2032. It would be exactly 45 years, 11 months, and 21 days since my birth. I hated it. Every moment after that announcement I was treated like an invalid, treated different because they didn’t want to lose me. I love them ... I just wished they could have treated me correctly towards the end of my life. I died on the fourteenth of the fourth two thousand and thirty. Aged 43 years, 11 months, and 21 days old. The doctors were wrong. I could fight it. I didn’t have enough time. I wish I could have stayed. To watch my children become champions, fall in love, marry, have kids of their own. But now ... it’s just too late for me. If I knew I had a timer on my life all those years ago ... I wouldn’t have done anything any differently. I loved my life. I loved my career. I still love my children and I still love my wife. Ex wife now, I guess. Oh god. I’m leaving my wife alone. Why would this happen? I was a good man. I brought up my family well. I gave to charities. I even helped H4ck3r when all that business with the wedding happened. I did good. I did good.
If i’m a ghost in the afterlife ... then i’ll be right where I want to be. With my family, watching over them. Protecting them. Mary, i’m sorry ... and I love you.
“Live every day as if it was your last. Because you never know when mister Grim Reaper will come looking for you.”
- Written by Luke Hutchinson
- Characters by Luke Hutchinson and Darkdiciple
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Hey guys, took me like two days to write this. Not like actually two days but I was busy, so I did it like bit by little bit. I was actually having writer’s block as well, so I had to watch some TV. Yeah, watching TV gets rid of my writers block. Weird, huh? Anyways, not too proud of this roleplay, could have been better but quite frankly I couldn’t be arsed to do much more. You might be a bit confused by the ending bit. Basically it’s just a glipse at the future and what will happen to Stytch and his family long after I’ve stopped roleplaying as him. He basically dies of cancer, leaving his children to follow in his footsteps and become a stable known as The Stytch Dynasty, yes name is quite similar to Hart Dynasty, blah blah fucking blah. Might do some art for the Dynasty at some point.
Bye MFKRs.
