Post by L. S. Hutchinson on Apr 30, 2012 1:13:16 GMT -5
Tales From The Future
Chapter One: Death
Date: 14/4/2030
Time: 02:47 PM
The year is 2030, the date is the fourteenth of the fourth and today was the day I died. The doctors diagnosed me with cancer two years ago and had given me up to 2032 to live. Sadly I only got half of those four years. My kids only knew about it for one year before I finally succombed to the disease. I spent the first year trying to act like everything was normal, trying not to let my kids know what was happening to me. I couldn’t bare the fact that I might have to leave them some day soon. Mary knew. She knew all along. She helped me through it all, allways by my side.
I think my oldest son, Kyle, knew what was going on. I think the worst part was the hair loss due to the medicine. I always had long lucious locks, always loved my hair ... but as soon as I realised how bad the hair loss was, I shaved my head and began to shave my beard more often. Eventually my beard ceased to grow and my hair remained bald. I felt like crap. Depression was hard to get over but I realised that I had to be there for my wife and kids for as long as I could and I didn’t want them to remember me as being a miserable bald man. I wanted them to remember me for who I was before all of this. I wanted them to remember me as being the hero of the squared circle who seemed invincible. Not ... not this.
I spent most of my time in the hospital towards the end. Mary visited me everyday, crying, begging to god for me to get better. She wasn’t even catholic. She was athiest like me ... but I guess when all hope is gone, we always turn to god for help. Even I prayed during the last few days. I put my palms together and said “Dear god ... I don’t wish for you to make me better or to cure me. I just wish for my children to never feel this pain. Please ... please ...”. I cried. I didn’t want to go.
I died on the fourteenth of the fourth two thousand and thirty at 02:47 AM. Died on a hospital bed, bald, weak and helpless next to my still beautiful wife, Mary and my only daughter, Cody. Mary had been staying with me at the hospital, so she had let herself go a bit. She hadn’t washed in days, her hair was greasy and she had declined herself the luxery of makep. She looked a mess. She was still beautiful to me though. Cody had done the exact opposite. She had planned to go to a club but I guess she knows that family’s more important. She had had her hair cut from a basic long hair design to a shorter, more crazy style. She had gotten the hair dresser to give her an emo-ish style with bangs and long hair on one side of her head with the otherh alf being short. She had dyed her hair from her natural hair colour of ginger to blonde, mostly because “boys don’t like ginger girls. They say we have no souls” in her own words. All those years passed and that’s still a popular thing? Ha. Love it.
Cody has always been a rebel. When she was a child she always threw things, broke things, drawed on our walls, threw paint at me, kick me, yell, scream, yell “KILLER” in shops and even break our windows. God, she was a nightmare. I loved every second of it though. She’s now 19 years, 2 months, and 19 days old. Old enough to leave home, get a job and get her own place ... but we let her stay at our luxery house for a while. Just until she figured out what she wanted to be.
Nick and Matt were with their girlfriends, unaware of the pain I had been suffering the last few days, Kyle was just coming home from a match yesterday, he had finally beat his long time rival. Good for him. He’s made me proud. They all have in their own little ways. Mary and Cody held my hand and my upper forearm as I took my last breathe and ascended into whatever lays beyond the wretched pain and beautiful love that was my life. Before that, I had one thing left to say. One thing I wanted to be noted as my last words.
“I love you.”
My last words. “I love you.” ... the best way I could leave this world was to tell Mary that I loved her. It was true, I did love her. With all essence of my being. Even with all the things that we went through, I still loved her. Always have, always will. I was going to say “till the day I die” ... but I guess love carries on from beyond the grave.
Cody began to cry. She layed her arms across me, hugging my recently deceased corpse. She felt my heart stop beating. She felt the blood fail to continue coursing through my veins. She felt my lungs fail to inhale. She felt me die. Mary watched on, horrified, sadened, sorrowed. Heartbroken, both of them.
I’m sorry. I wanted to stay ... but it’s my time to go.
Cody: Daddy. No ... no. Daddy ...
Mary patted cody on her back, crying to herself as she tried to comfort her daughter. Her daughter that witnessed the death of her father. She will never forget this. It’s permenantly lodged in the hippocampus of her brain. (Yep, did google search for that nugget of info)
Mary: He’s gone, sweetheart. He’s ... he’s in heaven now.
Cody: No! He’s ... he’s my dad. He can’t ...
Mary: Cody ...
Cody stopped hugging my corpse, sat herself up and glared at her mother, her eyes shining with tears, her face red with frustration.
Mary: Everything’s gonna be okay. We’ll get through this. You, me and your brothers. We’re still a family.
Cody: No ...
Cody stands up and walks away from her mother, wiping the flowing tears from her eyes and cheeks as Mary looked on worried about her, attempting to calm Cody down but Cody simply pushed her mother away with an angry look upon her face.
Cody: Dad told me. Matt and Nick aren’t my full brothers. They’re my half brothers.
Mary looked down at herself, ashamed at the fact that she wasn’t Nick and Matt’s mother. She tried her best. That’s when she realised ... she was their mother. She bathed them, she fed them, she took them with her on holidays and she had always cared for them as if they were her own.
Mary: You still share the same father and you were all raised by me. So don’t you ever say we’re not a family.
Cody tilts her head with a strange facial expression as if to say “... you’re right ...”.
Cody: Just ... just stay away from me. I need some time alone.
Cody left, almost running out of the hospital, leaving Mary sitting their as nurses rushed to my body. They were too late, Mary knew this and so she made her way outside to let the fresh air hit her face and calm her. She then called Matt, Nick and Kyle one by one to give them the bad news, the news they never wanted to hear..
Mary: I’m sorry ... Dad’s passed away ...
And just like that ... I’m gone.
“A man who does not die is a man that hasn’t lived at all. Every man must die, one way or another.” - Luke “Skorne" Hutchinson (me).
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Chapter Two: Tribute
Date: 14/4/2032
Time: 10:20 PM
The arena was roaring with fans here for the second annual Stytch Tribute Show. This fed had been doing thise since my father’s tragic death three years ago. The fans had just seen a marvelous match up between two of some of the best wrestlers in this federation’s history. They went back and fourth for nearly twenty minutes before one of them eventually got the upper hand and won with my father’s signature maneaver “The Brain Grenade”, A.K.A. a backflip knee drop. Oh, how I enjoyed that little tribute to my dad. Thanks to the winner of that match, good way to tribute my father. All but one of the matches for tonight were over. Now it’s my time to pay tribute to my father and OUR time to step into the spotlight. As a team.
Suddenly a remix of “New Foundation” by Jim Johnson and Jimi Bell bursts out of the radio system and our titantron and minitron begin to play above and beside us on the big screen and side screen as green fireworks explode and green smoke covers our entrance. The audience in attendance still hasn’t seen us yet and because they had never seen us before, they were extremely curious as to who was going to come out from the smoke.
As quick as we could, we made our way onto the stage and waited for the smoke to clear. As soon as it blew to either side of us, the fans knew who was debuting in this action packed show tonight. The Stytch Dynasty. I, Cody Stytch and my brothers, Nick Stytch, Matt Stytch and my oldest brother Kyle, who now uses the name Hijo Del Stytch which translates from Spanish as “Son Of Stytch”. I was standing at the front of the group, with my arms spread out, almost as if I was embracing the entire arena. My oldest brother, Kyle, was standing next to me, showing off his biceps and pointing at it with his other hand. Matt was to my left, standing there, grunting and cracking his fingers with a rather unhappy look on his face. Nick was stood behind us all as he was the tallest. He simply stood there with his hand to his head in a “finger gun suicide” pose.
Our costumes were very reminiscent of our late father with the colours black, green and white. Everybody knew who we were now. They was just waiting for us to confirm this.
My costume was comprised of a black sports bra with a green outline and green flames inside white flames with black elbow pads, black metallic lycra wrestling tights with a green belt and white wrestling boots with a black design running down it. The design on my boots were the same as was on my father’s mask, only this time it was completely vertical. I had let my hair grow out since dad’s death, now being ginger again. I cut my hair to a short spiky design before the show, just because I didn’t want to be like all those pornstars they call “divas” out there. If I was going to be a pro wrestler, I was gonna do it my way, not theirs. I was the only one of the group to not wear a mask.
My brother, Kyle, wore a black mask with an illuminate green skull on it with a crack design at the top which transitioned into a design like the one of my boots which goes through his right eye hole. There was a single red dot of material in the center of the eye with the stitch through it. The mask also had very manky teeth and had the letters S.O.S in the back which had two meanings. “Son Of Stytch” and “Save Our Souls”. Kyle also wore fingerless black gloves and wore a orange jumpsuit which he removed the top of and tied around his waist. He was the only one of us to go barefoot to the ring. He also had various tattooes that he had aquired throughout his life which include a watchmen logo, several tribal art, a web, a skull, a heart, a chikara (strength) logo and a chest tattooe which appeared to be a heart with a crown and angel wings with the tribal tattoos clawing onto the wings. He was mad with the tatts.
Matt wore a mask similar to our father’s but he had modified the mask to make him stand out more as an individual and less as “the son of Stytch” like he is always referred to as. He has always tried to make a name for himself in wrestling but he could never escape the fact of who his father was. The mask had cut out eyes to allow him to see better, also allowing people to see his eyes. He had also cut out the mouth to allow him to breathe more easily and to show off his goatee. Matt also wore a silver cross necklace which belonged to his and Nick’s grandmother, black armbands, black elbow pads and black wrist tape along with the metallic lycra tights that were the same design as his brothers, just to make sure people knew they were a tag team.
Nick was a little bit more loving to our father’s memory than our brother. He wore a mask of the exact same design as our dad’s just with a few modifications such as a smiling monster mouth design in the center of the mouth and a hole in the top of the mask to allow his multicoloured ponytail/bangs haircut to flow out of. Nick loved to show off his crazy multicoloured rainbow-esque hair style. His girlfriend didn’t care for it but she knew Nick wanted to stand out from the crowd and I really can’t see much better way than being a human rainbow. He also wore a one-piece costume similar to that of his favourite DC Comics superhero, Green Lantern. Nick also had an insignia on his chest which appeared to be a white full circle with our father’s design through it and the outline of a green circle to make up a sort of “no” design that you would see on signs around town.
(Worst paint edit ever ...)
Our remixed theme song continues to play as we make our way down to the ring. The ring announcer announces who we are before we can do that ourselves.
Announcer: Making their way to the ring, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania ... Nick Stytch, Matt Stytch, Cody Stytch and Hijo Del Stytch ... The Stytch Dynastyyyyy.
The fans cheer as loud as they can.
As soon as we make our way to the ring, the theme song fades out and we stand side by side by side by side. I’m passed a microphone by one of the staff members as my brothers each go to a turnbuckle and embrace the fans. I place the microphone next to my mouth and begin to speak, making our first appearence as a team count. My brothers soon stand beside and behind me as I begin to announce our formation.
Cody: Today ... is the day that NOBODY will ever forget. Today ... is the second anniversary of our father’s death.
Some fans cheer for Stytch’s sons and daughter whislt other fans boo for his death.
Cody: And ... today is the day that the Stytch Dynasty comes into existance.
The fans cheer again.
Cody: My name is Cody Stytch. I am the only daughter of “The Brain Grenade” Stytch.
The fans cheer as I smile and turn to Kyle A.K.A. Hijo Del Stytch.
Cody: Right here is my oldest brother and the eldest son of Stytch ... Hijo Del Stytch.
The fans cheer louder for him as he has been around for a lot longer than our brothers and myself.
I turn North-West to introduce my twin half-brothers.
Cody: And these two are Matt and Nick Stytch, the twin sons of “The Brain Grenade” Stytch.
The fans cheer once again, slightly less louder than with Kyle but more so than myself.
Cody: We ... are the Stytch Dynasty ... and the world of professional wrestling ... is ours for the taking.
I drop the microphone down as our theme song begins to play and we get ready for a four on four elimination team match, Kyle, Matt and myself stand on the apron as Nick stays in the ring as the legal man. He brushes his ponytail back from his chest and gets himself psyched up for the match as everything fades to black.
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Writer's note:
Hey guys, I was REALLY tired when I wrote this, so sorry if it isn't up to normal standards but it's really hard to write when you collapse and smack your face on your keyboard after every paragrath :L anyways, here's a look at a possible future for Stytch and his children. In this possible future Stytch is diagnosed with cancer and is given four years to live. He dies after two years. This roleplay is not about the death of Stytch but rather the continuation of his legacy through his children. Thought I should also say that this is one of a few possible futures for my character and this may not actually be the true future for him but rather an alternate one. I hope I haven't offended or made people uneasy with the reason for his death. I should also note that in the first part "I" refers to Stytch in first person whilst in the second part "I" refers to Cody, his daughter, in first person. Thanks for reading. Sorry again that this roleplay isn't up to my usual standards, as I said before, I'm VERY tired. Also, sorry if I got times and numbers mixed up. Not many people know this but I have a mental condition which makes it hard for me to work with numbers. The math that I can do is only due to remembering the answer and not actually working it out for myself.
- Luke "Skorne" Hutchinson, British writer, painter and enthusiast of the paranormal and unexplained.
Chapter One: Death
Date: 14/4/2030
Time: 02:47 PM
The year is 2030, the date is the fourteenth of the fourth and today was the day I died. The doctors diagnosed me with cancer two years ago and had given me up to 2032 to live. Sadly I only got half of those four years. My kids only knew about it for one year before I finally succombed to the disease. I spent the first year trying to act like everything was normal, trying not to let my kids know what was happening to me. I couldn’t bare the fact that I might have to leave them some day soon. Mary knew. She knew all along. She helped me through it all, allways by my side.
I think my oldest son, Kyle, knew what was going on. I think the worst part was the hair loss due to the medicine. I always had long lucious locks, always loved my hair ... but as soon as I realised how bad the hair loss was, I shaved my head and began to shave my beard more often. Eventually my beard ceased to grow and my hair remained bald. I felt like crap. Depression was hard to get over but I realised that I had to be there for my wife and kids for as long as I could and I didn’t want them to remember me as being a miserable bald man. I wanted them to remember me for who I was before all of this. I wanted them to remember me as being the hero of the squared circle who seemed invincible. Not ... not this.
I spent most of my time in the hospital towards the end. Mary visited me everyday, crying, begging to god for me to get better. She wasn’t even catholic. She was athiest like me ... but I guess when all hope is gone, we always turn to god for help. Even I prayed during the last few days. I put my palms together and said “Dear god ... I don’t wish for you to make me better or to cure me. I just wish for my children to never feel this pain. Please ... please ...”. I cried. I didn’t want to go.
I died on the fourteenth of the fourth two thousand and thirty at 02:47 AM. Died on a hospital bed, bald, weak and helpless next to my still beautiful wife, Mary and my only daughter, Cody. Mary had been staying with me at the hospital, so she had let herself go a bit. She hadn’t washed in days, her hair was greasy and she had declined herself the luxery of makep. She looked a mess. She was still beautiful to me though. Cody had done the exact opposite. She had planned to go to a club but I guess she knows that family’s more important. She had had her hair cut from a basic long hair design to a shorter, more crazy style. She had gotten the hair dresser to give her an emo-ish style with bangs and long hair on one side of her head with the otherh alf being short. She had dyed her hair from her natural hair colour of ginger to blonde, mostly because “boys don’t like ginger girls. They say we have no souls” in her own words. All those years passed and that’s still a popular thing? Ha. Love it.
Cody has always been a rebel. When she was a child she always threw things, broke things, drawed on our walls, threw paint at me, kick me, yell, scream, yell “KILLER” in shops and even break our windows. God, she was a nightmare. I loved every second of it though. She’s now 19 years, 2 months, and 19 days old. Old enough to leave home, get a job and get her own place ... but we let her stay at our luxery house for a while. Just until she figured out what she wanted to be.
Nick and Matt were with their girlfriends, unaware of the pain I had been suffering the last few days, Kyle was just coming home from a match yesterday, he had finally beat his long time rival. Good for him. He’s made me proud. They all have in their own little ways. Mary and Cody held my hand and my upper forearm as I took my last breathe and ascended into whatever lays beyond the wretched pain and beautiful love that was my life. Before that, I had one thing left to say. One thing I wanted to be noted as my last words.
“I love you.”
My last words. “I love you.” ... the best way I could leave this world was to tell Mary that I loved her. It was true, I did love her. With all essence of my being. Even with all the things that we went through, I still loved her. Always have, always will. I was going to say “till the day I die” ... but I guess love carries on from beyond the grave.
Cody began to cry. She layed her arms across me, hugging my recently deceased corpse. She felt my heart stop beating. She felt the blood fail to continue coursing through my veins. She felt my lungs fail to inhale. She felt me die. Mary watched on, horrified, sadened, sorrowed. Heartbroken, both of them.
I’m sorry. I wanted to stay ... but it’s my time to go.
Cody: Daddy. No ... no. Daddy ...
Mary patted cody on her back, crying to herself as she tried to comfort her daughter. Her daughter that witnessed the death of her father. She will never forget this. It’s permenantly lodged in the hippocampus of her brain. (Yep, did google search for that nugget of info)
Mary: He’s gone, sweetheart. He’s ... he’s in heaven now.
Cody: No! He’s ... he’s my dad. He can’t ...
Mary: Cody ...
Cody stopped hugging my corpse, sat herself up and glared at her mother, her eyes shining with tears, her face red with frustration.
Mary: Everything’s gonna be okay. We’ll get through this. You, me and your brothers. We’re still a family.
Cody: No ...
Cody stands up and walks away from her mother, wiping the flowing tears from her eyes and cheeks as Mary looked on worried about her, attempting to calm Cody down but Cody simply pushed her mother away with an angry look upon her face.
Cody: Dad told me. Matt and Nick aren’t my full brothers. They’re my half brothers.
Mary looked down at herself, ashamed at the fact that she wasn’t Nick and Matt’s mother. She tried her best. That’s when she realised ... she was their mother. She bathed them, she fed them, she took them with her on holidays and she had always cared for them as if they were her own.
Mary: You still share the same father and you were all raised by me. So don’t you ever say we’re not a family.
Cody tilts her head with a strange facial expression as if to say “... you’re right ...”.
Cody: Just ... just stay away from me. I need some time alone.
Cody left, almost running out of the hospital, leaving Mary sitting their as nurses rushed to my body. They were too late, Mary knew this and so she made her way outside to let the fresh air hit her face and calm her. She then called Matt, Nick and Kyle one by one to give them the bad news, the news they never wanted to hear..
Mary: I’m sorry ... Dad’s passed away ...
And just like that ... I’m gone.
“A man who does not die is a man that hasn’t lived at all. Every man must die, one way or another.” - Luke “Skorne" Hutchinson (me).
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Chapter Two: Tribute
Date: 14/4/2032
Time: 10:20 PM
The arena was roaring with fans here for the second annual Stytch Tribute Show. This fed had been doing thise since my father’s tragic death three years ago. The fans had just seen a marvelous match up between two of some of the best wrestlers in this federation’s history. They went back and fourth for nearly twenty minutes before one of them eventually got the upper hand and won with my father’s signature maneaver “The Brain Grenade”, A.K.A. a backflip knee drop. Oh, how I enjoyed that little tribute to my dad. Thanks to the winner of that match, good way to tribute my father. All but one of the matches for tonight were over. Now it’s my time to pay tribute to my father and OUR time to step into the spotlight. As a team.
Suddenly a remix of “New Foundation” by Jim Johnson and Jimi Bell bursts out of the radio system and our titantron and minitron begin to play above and beside us on the big screen and side screen as green fireworks explode and green smoke covers our entrance. The audience in attendance still hasn’t seen us yet and because they had never seen us before, they were extremely curious as to who was going to come out from the smoke.
As quick as we could, we made our way onto the stage and waited for the smoke to clear. As soon as it blew to either side of us, the fans knew who was debuting in this action packed show tonight. The Stytch Dynasty. I, Cody Stytch and my brothers, Nick Stytch, Matt Stytch and my oldest brother Kyle, who now uses the name Hijo Del Stytch which translates from Spanish as “Son Of Stytch”. I was standing at the front of the group, with my arms spread out, almost as if I was embracing the entire arena. My oldest brother, Kyle, was standing next to me, showing off his biceps and pointing at it with his other hand. Matt was to my left, standing there, grunting and cracking his fingers with a rather unhappy look on his face. Nick was stood behind us all as he was the tallest. He simply stood there with his hand to his head in a “finger gun suicide” pose.
Our costumes were very reminiscent of our late father with the colours black, green and white. Everybody knew who we were now. They was just waiting for us to confirm this.
My costume was comprised of a black sports bra with a green outline and green flames inside white flames with black elbow pads, black metallic lycra wrestling tights with a green belt and white wrestling boots with a black design running down it. The design on my boots were the same as was on my father’s mask, only this time it was completely vertical. I had let my hair grow out since dad’s death, now being ginger again. I cut my hair to a short spiky design before the show, just because I didn’t want to be like all those pornstars they call “divas” out there. If I was going to be a pro wrestler, I was gonna do it my way, not theirs. I was the only one of the group to not wear a mask.
My brother, Kyle, wore a black mask with an illuminate green skull on it with a crack design at the top which transitioned into a design like the one of my boots which goes through his right eye hole. There was a single red dot of material in the center of the eye with the stitch through it. The mask also had very manky teeth and had the letters S.O.S in the back which had two meanings. “Son Of Stytch” and “Save Our Souls”. Kyle also wore fingerless black gloves and wore a orange jumpsuit which he removed the top of and tied around his waist. He was the only one of us to go barefoot to the ring. He also had various tattooes that he had aquired throughout his life which include a watchmen logo, several tribal art, a web, a skull, a heart, a chikara (strength) logo and a chest tattooe which appeared to be a heart with a crown and angel wings with the tribal tattoos clawing onto the wings. He was mad with the tatts.
Matt wore a mask similar to our father’s but he had modified the mask to make him stand out more as an individual and less as “the son of Stytch” like he is always referred to as. He has always tried to make a name for himself in wrestling but he could never escape the fact of who his father was. The mask had cut out eyes to allow him to see better, also allowing people to see his eyes. He had also cut out the mouth to allow him to breathe more easily and to show off his goatee. Matt also wore a silver cross necklace which belonged to his and Nick’s grandmother, black armbands, black elbow pads and black wrist tape along with the metallic lycra tights that were the same design as his brothers, just to make sure people knew they were a tag team.
Nick was a little bit more loving to our father’s memory than our brother. He wore a mask of the exact same design as our dad’s just with a few modifications such as a smiling monster mouth design in the center of the mouth and a hole in the top of the mask to allow his multicoloured ponytail/bangs haircut to flow out of. Nick loved to show off his crazy multicoloured rainbow-esque hair style. His girlfriend didn’t care for it but she knew Nick wanted to stand out from the crowd and I really can’t see much better way than being a human rainbow. He also wore a one-piece costume similar to that of his favourite DC Comics superhero, Green Lantern. Nick also had an insignia on his chest which appeared to be a white full circle with our father’s design through it and the outline of a green circle to make up a sort of “no” design that you would see on signs around town.
(Worst paint edit ever ...)
Our remixed theme song continues to play as we make our way down to the ring. The ring announcer announces who we are before we can do that ourselves.
Announcer: Making their way to the ring, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania ... Nick Stytch, Matt Stytch, Cody Stytch and Hijo Del Stytch ... The Stytch Dynastyyyyy.
The fans cheer as loud as they can.
As soon as we make our way to the ring, the theme song fades out and we stand side by side by side by side. I’m passed a microphone by one of the staff members as my brothers each go to a turnbuckle and embrace the fans. I place the microphone next to my mouth and begin to speak, making our first appearence as a team count. My brothers soon stand beside and behind me as I begin to announce our formation.
Cody: Today ... is the day that NOBODY will ever forget. Today ... is the second anniversary of our father’s death.
Some fans cheer for Stytch’s sons and daughter whislt other fans boo for his death.
Cody: And ... today is the day that the Stytch Dynasty comes into existance.
The fans cheer again.
Cody: My name is Cody Stytch. I am the only daughter of “The Brain Grenade” Stytch.
The fans cheer as I smile and turn to Kyle A.K.A. Hijo Del Stytch.
Cody: Right here is my oldest brother and the eldest son of Stytch ... Hijo Del Stytch.
The fans cheer louder for him as he has been around for a lot longer than our brothers and myself.
I turn North-West to introduce my twin half-brothers.
Cody: And these two are Matt and Nick Stytch, the twin sons of “The Brain Grenade” Stytch.
The fans cheer once again, slightly less louder than with Kyle but more so than myself.
Cody: We ... are the Stytch Dynasty ... and the world of professional wrestling ... is ours for the taking.
I drop the microphone down as our theme song begins to play and we get ready for a four on four elimination team match, Kyle, Matt and myself stand on the apron as Nick stays in the ring as the legal man. He brushes his ponytail back from his chest and gets himself psyched up for the match as everything fades to black.
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Writer's note:
Hey guys, I was REALLY tired when I wrote this, so sorry if it isn't up to normal standards but it's really hard to write when you collapse and smack your face on your keyboard after every paragrath :L anyways, here's a look at a possible future for Stytch and his children. In this possible future Stytch is diagnosed with cancer and is given four years to live. He dies after two years. This roleplay is not about the death of Stytch but rather the continuation of his legacy through his children. Thought I should also say that this is one of a few possible futures for my character and this may not actually be the true future for him but rather an alternate one. I hope I haven't offended or made people uneasy with the reason for his death. I should also note that in the first part "I" refers to Stytch in first person whilst in the second part "I" refers to Cody, his daughter, in first person. Thanks for reading. Sorry again that this roleplay isn't up to my usual standards, as I said before, I'm VERY tired. Also, sorry if I got times and numbers mixed up. Not many people know this but I have a mental condition which makes it hard for me to work with numbers. The math that I can do is only due to remembering the answer and not actually working it out for myself.
- Luke "Skorne" Hutchinson, British writer, painter and enthusiast of the paranormal and unexplained.
