(CVerse) Rocky Mountain Wrestling: The Sin of Greed

GilmourGuy · March 1, 2018

The bus sputtered as it pulled away in a cloud of smoke, leaving Jay coughing into his hand. “So much for that clear mountain air,” he grumbled to himself.

Even though it was April, the mountain air was still chiller than expected. It bit through Jay’s jacket. He shivered, glancing around for his contact and wishing he had dressed more warmly. The bus had dropped him off in what passed as the main street in the middle of nowhere. There were a few storefronts, but no recognizable chains. A few old looking cars were parked along the side. Evergreen trees lined the sidewalks. Past the stores and buildings, Jay could see more buildings and houses, before they disappeared into the coniferous forests that climbed into the awe inspiring mountain peaks.

But no people.

If it wasn’t for the arched sign spanning the street that read ‘Welcome to Mercy, USA!’, Jay would have thought he was in the wrong place.

As the bus vanished around around a distant corner, the street got eerily quiet. There wasn’t even any traffic. Jay sighed and pulled out his phone, just as a car pulled into the street with a screech of tires. Jay watched as the car slowed to a stop in front of him. The door opened, revealing the smirk of Jay’s former training partner, Casey Valentine.

“You’re late,” Jay said.

“You’re early,” Casey returned. “Get in.”

Jay tossed his bag into the back of Casey’s car, before settling into the passenger seat. “Is this place really the home of your ‘great opportunity’? There’s no one here.”

“Mercy is larger than it seems; there’s a lot of people in the neighboring area and not much to do. The company is really the only show in town.”

“You’re not really selling it to me here, Casey.”

Casey took them off Main Street into a picturesque residential area. Here, there were people around. They passed a group of women wearing matching long jackets, then a sickly looking emo kid. A guy dressed in full camo beside a woman wearing three different flannel shirts. A man wearing a thick parka and lucha mask stood on a street corner, watching them intently.

“This place is weird,” Jay said, motioning to the guy in the mask.

“It’s not Philly, that’s for sure,” Casey responded. He pulled the car into a parking lot before a large building bearing the sign ‘Mercy Memorial Arena’, that stood beside the town water tower. A steady stream of people were entering the front door of the arena, chatting and looking decidedly more friendly than any of the other few people in Mercy.

“We’re here.” Casey announced. He moved to open the door, then stopped, turning back to Jay with a very serious look in his eyes. “Jay. When the bus entered town, did you… did you feel anything?”

“You mean, like melancholy? Homesickness? Regret? I did feel a tad peckish.”

“No, I mean, feel like… uh, nevermind. It’s hard to explain. Forget it.” Casey shook his head. The smirk returned and the moment was gone. “Let’s go meet Mayor Greed.”

GilmourGuy · March 1, 2018

RMW Episode 1.1 A Town Called Mercy <div style="text-align:center;">Rocky Mountain Wrestling presents… <img alt="QZO94JM.jpg" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/QZO94JM.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /> Episode 1.1 “A Town Called Mercy”</div> Saturday, Week 2, April 2012 Held in Mercy, Northwest USA Attendance: 2,500 Hosted by Davis Ditterich and Sara Silver The show starts with a tourism video for the little town of Mercy, Washington. Tucked into a small valley in the heart of the Rocky Mountains, Mercy is a picturesque town and makes for some breathtaking visuals. But something is a little off. Maybe it’s the way that video never seems to show people in candid situations. Everyone is always looking at the camera and smiling. Maybe it’s the fact that those smiles never seem to reach their eyes. Most likely, though, it’s the fact that the video spends a lot of time talking about how great the town’s local wrestling promotion, Rocky Mountain Wrestling, is. “The Mastermind behind Mercy’s recent economic and population growth and prosperity is the new mayor of Mercy,” the video’s narrator proclaims. “Mr John Greed.” One time professional wrestler John Greed sits behind a fancy desk, wearing an expensive suit. He’s flanked on one side by a mass of muscle dressed in plain, ‘Secret Service’ style suit. On the other side, an attractive young woman, whose professional attire is undermined by her short skirt. Before him, the desk is mostly bare, save for an ornately decorated cane. Greed spreads his hands wide and smiles at the camera. “Welcome to Mercy.” The camera spins, revealing that we are not only no longer in the intro video, but that Jay Chord and Casey Valentine are standing in Greed’s office, still dressed in their street clothes. “Thanks for the invitation,” Jay answers. “You have quite an operation here.” Jay appeared to be picking his words carefully, but the line still came off a touch patronizing. Greed’s assistant raised an eyebrow, but the mayor didn’t seem to notice or care. “Rocky Mountain Wrestling is my child, Jay,” Greed says. “It’s gone from a dozen fans in the elementary school gym to a regional phenomenon. And now, for the first time ever, our shows are available online. And you, thanks to your work with USPW and your relationship with my good friend Casey, you get a chance to be a part of it all.” “I’m sure I’ll earn my spot.” “I’m sure you will,” Greed responds with a toothy smile. The mayor examines a sheet of paper on the desk before, absently tapping his cane with one hand. “I'll schedule a match for you tonight. A tag match, with Casey here as your partner. A good exhibition match. Good luck.” Jay nods and starts to turn to leave. Greed stops him by raising a hand. “One more thing, Mr Chord. During your time with us in RMW and here in Mercy, please enjoy the hospitality of this great town.” He leans forward, his countenance taking on a threatening appearance. “But I should warn you, be careful. Don’t stray too far from town limits. The mountains can be fraught with danger…” The moment over, Greed leans back, the easy smile reappearing on his face. Jay stares at Greed for a long minute, his expression unreadable, until Casey pulls him away. <div style="text-align:center;"><img alt="QZO94JM.jpg" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/QZO94JM.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /></div> “May I have your attention, please?” Mercy Memorial Arena is a decent sized space, easily seating the two and a half grand in attendance. The ring is centered in the middle of a hockey rink. A surprisingly nice stage (for RMW’s size) is built on one side of the room. A young woman emerges from there, microphone in hand, heading towards the ring. “My name is Lisa Bowen. My father, of course, is the legend known as Runaway Train.” She pauses, milking the smattering of applause this gets. “Not surprisingly, I entered the business my father ruled. I am not here to fight. I prefer to let people do my fighting for me.” “I have searched the world looking for the best workers and I believe I have found them. It took awhile to bring them stateside, but, thanks to a wonderful program sponsored by our government, they are here tonight. I am proud to present Bunrakuken Torii and Reijiro Hiraki, the Japanese XChange Program!” Two muscular, well built Japanese wrestlers exit the back, stalking to the ring. The JXP is in action, next! <blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="45036" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><div style="text-align:center;"><img alt="eMIrcdl.jpg" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/eMIrcdl.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><img alt="4GKXVBT.jpg" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/4GKXVBT.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" />W/<img alt="MPwaatp.jpg" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/MPwaatp.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><img alt="ENvK0nU.jpg" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/ENvK0nU.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><img alt="hIH06d4.jpg" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/hIH06d4.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><img alt="amJei1m.jpg" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/amJei1m.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /> The Japanese XChange Program (Bunrakuken Torii & Reijiro Hiraki) w/ Lisa Bowen VS The American Cobras (Marvel Malloy & Storm Spillane) The Cobras are young and inexperienced at this stage in their career. Well, to be fair, much of my roster is. The two come out wearing faded, gritty looking biker jackets. They kind of look like skinny extras from Sons of Anarchy. The Cobras use their speed early, but the advantage doesn’t last long. Torii catches Spillane with some brutal looking forearm shots. The JXP attack is brutal, with stiff shots and moves. They give no quarter. The Cobras manage to get space from time to time, swinging momentum around. They don’t give up, showing impressive spirit, but Torii and Hiraki are too strong tonight. Hiraki whips Malloy into a Spinning Forearm Smash from Torii. Malloy barely flinches during the count. The JXP defeats The American Cobras. Rating: 38 </div></div></blockquote> We go backstage, into some hallways of the Mercy Memorial Arena. It is clearly before the show started, going by how empty the place is. In fact, the hallway currently only has one occupant. Dressed in sweats, wrestler Connor Threepwood stretches out and warms up. He pauses in the middle of a stretch, looking up at person now standing beside him. The crowd pops, slightly, as it is revealed to be Teddy Powell. Powell is dressed in a tight branded T, but something about his appearance just makes him look older. As though he’s trying too hard. “Connor.” Threepwood stands, his hands coiling into fists. He’s tense. “Theodore. What can I do for you?” Powell scowls. “Teddy.” “You’re over 30. Isn’t that a child’s name?” Powell stares, then takes a deep breath. “The third member of our match tonight. Any ideas who it might be?” “You worried, Teddy?” “I know I can beat your lazy, pathetic ass. Learn how to dress. I’m less confident about our shared mystery opponent.” This time it’s Threepwood how gets insulted, turning back towards his stretches. “Not that I’d tell you, but what makes you think I know?” “It’s me.” Three women have entered the hall. They all wear expensive and stylish coats. They all exude aloofness and attitude. The woman in the lead, long blonde hair perfectly styled, nods at Powell and Threepwood. “I was to be your opponent.” “Miss Ammis,” Threepwood says, his tension still very present. “What brings you down here from the Southwood?” “This,” Ammis replies, studying her fingernails instead of the men. “My Sirens may have control over Southwood, but Mayor Greed continues to ignore our claims. We have come to make him listen.” “And you’re fighting us?” Ammis laughs. “Hardly. I don’t feel like fighting tonight.” She looks at her companions, then snaps at a woman with short hair. “Jade. You’ll have the honour tonight.” “Of course, Ammis.” Ammis snaps her fingers again, and the Sirens follow her down the hall. “Good luck out there tonight, boys. You’ll need it.” <div style="text-align:center;"><img alt="QZO94JM.jpg" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/QZO94JM.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /></div> Back in the ring and some terrible mainstream hip-hop plays. Lenny Brown enters and the crowd goes mild. “Everybody get up!” He spends a few minutes trying to win them over in a weird mish-mash of a heel and face promo. “This would be a terrible Rocky Mountain Wrestling show without your boy, Lenny Brown! I’m here, I’m hot, I’m ready to go. Is there anyone back there who is willing to take me on?” Driving rock music hits and out comes Duberry Excess. He looks around and smiles as the crowd cheers. Lenny Brown looks decidedly less confident now. <blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="45036" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div> <div style="text-align:center;"><img alt="XYtXuB7.jpg" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/XYtXuB7.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><img alt="ENvK0nU.jpg" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/ENvK0nU.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><img alt="2Xlb840.jpg" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/2Xlb840.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /> Duberry Excess VS Lenny Brown Brown hits Duberry with a cheap shot as soon as he enters the ring and spends the next few minutes in control. Then Duberry counters a Brown move into a snap DDT. From that point on, the ending is never in doubt. Duberry is just too good, too experienced and too polished for Lenny Brown. At least, at this point in their careers. Duberry ends a short one, locking Brown in the Excess Force and getting him to quickly tap. Duberry Excess defeats Lenny Brown. Rating: 48 </div></div></blockquote> As Duberry Excess celebrates his easy win, a short video plays. It introduces the luchador known as Capitao Brasil Jr and his impending arrival in RMW. It touches on the legacy of the original Capitao Brasil and his accomplishments, while showing some rough footage of the new Capitao hitting jaw-dropping moves with smooth finesse and ease. He’s in action, later tonight. <div style="text-align:center;"><img alt="QZO94JM.jpg" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/QZO94JM.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /></div> “This is going to be so awesome!” A locker room tucked somewhere into the underbelly of the Mercy Memorial Arena. Lee Rivera, the Thrill Seeker, paces back and forth with an anxious, impatient energy. Sitting on a bench, hunched over and barely moving, is the Masked Stranger. “The start - the prequel, if you will, because prequels are always better - to what is sure to be an epic partnership,” Thrill is saying. “The fearless Thrill Seeker and the enigmatic Masked Stranger! You bring the pain, I bring the speed. It’s a match made in heaven. These newcomers won’t know what hit them, but it’ll be us! Thunder and Lightning!” “Seeker,” Masked Stranger’s voice seems way too low for his body size. He slowly looks up. “Calm down.” “Take like, 20% off or something? 15% maybe? Will that do?” “Let’s just go.” <blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="45036" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><div style="text-align:center;"> <img alt="BxUbiBG.jpg" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/BxUbiBG.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><img alt="ENvK0nU.jpg" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/ENvK0nU.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><img alt="yrBRGax.jpg" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/yrBRGax.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><img alt="ENvK0nU.jpg" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/ENvK0nU.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><img alt="7HWzCHW.jpg" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/7HWzCHW.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><img alt="ENvK0nU.jpg" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/ENvK0nU.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><img alt="a1BVcBE.jpg" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/a1BVcBE.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /> Adam Matravers VS Capitao Brasil Jr VS Jared Johnson VS KC Glenn This is chaos, but it sure gets the crowd going. Matravers is fun to watch, but even better at running his mouth, throwing shade at his opponents and the crowd in colourful British slang. Capitao Brasil is a bright blur, yelling in Spanish to build support and enjoying a few dance moves after a big spot. Jared Johnson looks like a wild frontier man, coming to the ring in worn flannel and sporting a wicked beard. He even carries a bow, which he carefully hands to Sara Silver at the commentary desk. KC looks a little overwhelmed by it all. There’s a lot of moving parts in this match and, surprising to me, at least, it’s KC Glenn that has the most trouble with it. Perhaps his overwhelmed act wasn’t so much an act. All the participants get some great chances to shine. Jared shows off his smooth technical skills, almost succeeding in locking Brasil in the Carolina Crossface. Glenn intercepts and hits Johnson with Tune Up The Sunshine Band, which is a Falling Side Slam. Matravers ends up hitting his finisher, the Mile High Moonsault, on Johnson. KC runs interference again throwing Matravers from the ring. Meanwhile, Capitao is back, rolling up KC and getting the win. Capitao Brasil Jr defeats Adam Matravers, Jared Johnson and KC Glenn. Rating: 48 </div></div></blockquote> Somewhere where the Rocky Mountains have turned to foothills, a highway bus slowly trawls along. It pulls to a stop beside a gas station. A clean cut young man carrying a large duffel bag climbs on board. The bus is pretty full. The man hands his ticket to the driver. There are no full empty seats; he has to share. He finds a seat beside a young lady talking on her phone. As the bus trip resumes, the woman keeps talking. She actually gets even louder. “Can you keep it down?” She ignores him. He leans forward. “Hang up your phone.” The woman looks up at him. The man’s eyes flash green. “I want your seat.” Without a word, the woman gets up, slips past him, and finds another seat. With a sly smile, the man settles into the full seat. <blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="45036" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><div style="text-align:center;"> <img alt="kR1aBIA.jpg" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/kR1aBIA.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><img alt="Xa7e9ik.jpg" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/Xa7e9ik.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><img alt="ENvK0nU.jpg" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/ENvK0nU.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><img alt="xmkJkkb.jpg" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/xmkJkkb.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><img alt="lrtwwFt.jpg" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/lrtwwFt.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /> Casey Valentine and Jay Chord VS Masked Stranger and Thrill Seeker Casey and Jay certainly seem to be on the same page going into the penultimate match. Thrill Seeker and Stranger are essentially polar opposites, at least until the match starts. Then, they actually work well together. While there is no official ‘heel/face’ divide in RMW, this match is all over the spectrum. Casey and Jay are both playing faces, but kind of heelish ones. Casey in particular seems a little more cocky. Jay comes off as more focused. Thrill Seeker is very confident and kind of a prick, while Stranger is saddled with the role of keeping him focused. It’s a good match, lasting just about 18 minutes, and featuring some great action from both teams and all four participants. Thrill Seeker gets a really good nearfall on Valentine, after a counter leads to a Daredevil Drop (Springboard Senton Bomb). Jay will break it up and few seconds later hits his Super DDT for the win. Jay Chord and Casey Valentine defeat Masked Stranger and Thrill Seeker. Rating: 60</div></div></blockquote> Mayor Greed watches the end of the match from a small office that overlooks the arena floor. He smiles. “Just what I had hoped.” Greed looks down at a pad of paper and crosses something off. “One down, perhaps.” There’s a knock at the door. Greed’s assistant, Eve, opens it. “Uh, Mr Mayor, there’s an Alanis Springsteen here to see you.” “Don’t let her-” Greed doesn’t have time to finish before an attractive woman wearing a sweater dress pushes her way in. “John.” “It’s 'mayor', Alanis,” Greed grimaces. “You know that.” “Very well, Mayor John,” Alanis helps herself to a seat. “You know why I’m here. I know what you’ve been up to here in Mercy. I know what you’re looking for.” “You don’t have the foggiest,” Greed scoffs. “Eve! Get Lee in here to escort Alanis off the property. She is no longer welcome in Mercy.” He turns back to her. “You want to stay? Learn to fight. Now get out of my town.” <div style="text-align:center;"><img alt="QZO94JM.jpg" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/QZO94JM.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /></div> Back on the arena floor and the introductions are starting for the main event. Threepwood’s entrance, much like the man himself, is understated. Still wearing his workout sweats over his gear, he walks to the ring to Celtic rock music, like a knockoff of the Dropkick Murphys. Powell’s entrance is the opposite. Classic rock that he tries to play up as much as he can. The crowd can’t cheer enough for him. Finally, Tiffany Jade to some pop or R&B, trailing her leader, Zoe Ammis. <blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="45036" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><div style="text-align:center;"> <img alt="M8si1Mb.jpg" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/M8si1Mb.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><img alt="ENvK0nU.jpg" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/ENvK0nU.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><img alt="V83WAIB.jpg" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/V83WAIB.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><img alt="ENvK0nU.jpg" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/ENvK0nU.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><img alt="NV4XbDk.jpg" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/NV4XbDk.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" />W/<img alt="luDl1KR.jpg" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/luDl1KR.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /> Connor Threepwood VS Teddy Powell VS Tiffany Jade (w/ Zoe Ammis) Ditterich and Silver on the commentary debate how much impact, if any, Zoe Ammis will have from ringside. The debate proves moot as the leader of the Sirens trips up Powell in the first two minutes of the match. It’s not a bad match, although it does play as bit of a let down after the strong tag match before it. Powell provides a steady veteran hand, and isn’t above taking a shortcut. Jade is a little pitbull, taking the fight to the men and never backing down. She does not cheat, but Zoe is more than happy to cheat for her. Threepwood’s honour really carries the story of the match, fighting against odds and refusing to give in and take a shortcut. A longer match than the tag, Jade does start to fade and can’t hold her own. Zoe gets more and more involved. When Threepwood takes control, dropping both Jade and Powell with kick combinations, Ammis actually pulls him from the ring. The two scrap outside, while Powell takes advantage with a Motion Censor, a roundhouse kick with very little build-up. He falls on Jade and scores the win. Teddy Powell defeats Tiffany Jade and Connor Threepwood </div></div></blockquote> Teddy Powell celebrates in the ring, while Ammis tends to Jade. Connor slowly backs up the ramp, staring them all down and rubbing the back of his head. <div style="text-align:center;">Show Rating: 54</div>

Martel123 · March 1, 2018

I am intrigued. I'm pretty sure Greed has a plan in mind for something...at the very least

MisterRomanini · March 2, 2018

This looks like a "wrestling meets Fargo" situation. Odd, but I like it.

Theheel · March 2, 2018

I was kind of thinking Twin Peaks.

I was kind of curious about the fed name being a native Washingtonian (not even sure that’s a word lol)

GilmourGuy · March 3, 2018

Diary Info and such Thanks for reading the introduction to Rocky Mountain Wrestling. I really just wanted to jump in and post the first show, instead of this 'background information' post. But here's some stuff, if you are curious. Rocky Mountain Wrestling is a regional promotion, based out of the Northwest region of the USA. The product is slanted towards the performance side of things, although there will be a lot of story in my diary. RMW runs a 1:30 event every two weeks, with a few special events during the year. When/If something changes, I'll make a note in the course of the story. You may have noticed that the opening of the show marks the date as 2012. I am using the CVerse 2010 database created by Pyroman. TEW2010 was probably the first version of TEW I really played a lot, and I miss have some of those characters available. So, it's the 2010 database, with two simulated years on it. Nothing too major has happened in the CVerse in those two years. WLW, QAW and APW were the only "major" promotions to close, although a lot of the North American indies seem to be in dire straights. Influences - I absolutely love Lucha Underground, and how the company transcends the level of storytelling expected from wrestling promotions. It has all this cool mythology and tradition, but can still tell a basic "I'm better than you - I hate you" story. I'm Canadian, so I wanted to tell a version of LU that was more based in Western mythology. And stuff like that will certainly seep into the story, especially as time goes on. <blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="45036" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div>Theheel I was kind of curious about the fed name being a native Washingtonian (not even sure that’s a word lol)</div></blockquote> I am not a Washingtonian (seems like a word to me lol). My apologies if there's some reason why the name doesn't work. I've always liked the RMW logo. I was going to put the promotion in BC (cause I'm Canadian, although from a little further east than BC), but in-game, there's more workers available in the US.

GilmourGuy · March 3, 2018

Intermission

It’s night. A man stands alone in an otherwise empty meadow. Mountains, just visible in the darkness, frame the scene. He’s facing around from the camera, wearing a long jacket that hides his form.

There’s the sound of a car pulling up. Lights illuminate the man. A car door opens and closes.

“He’s not budging.”

“I didn’t expect him to.” The man answered without looking. “He’s too entrenched in Mercy to give up now.”

“Still, it was worth the shot. Nothing lost.” The speaker, the new arrival, strolls into the light. Even in the low light, it’s clear that the newcomer is Alanis Springsteen. “What comes next?”

“We will take Greed’s advice. We take the fight to him. The Mayor will learn that Pride comes before a fall.”

“A little joke?”

The man turns into the light. Dressed in an elegant, old fashioned suit, is Darryl Devine. He shakes his head. Alanis links an arm around her husband. “We move forward with our plan. We destroy Greed, even if we have to raze Mercy to the ground around him.”

<div style="text-align:center;"><img alt="2iyu3Ie.jpg" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/2iyu3Ie.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /></div>

Theheel · March 4, 2018

<blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-username="GilmourGuy" data-cite="GilmourGuy" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="45036" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div> I am not a Washingtonian (seems like a word to me lol). My apologies if there's some reason why the name doesn't work. I've always liked the RMW logo. I was going to put the promotion in BC (cause I'm Canadian, although from a little further east than BC), but in-game, there's more workers available in the US.</div></blockquote> I was just trying to figure out the Rockies name of it being in Washington. Although I live on the west side of the state (with the Cascade Mts). I believe the Rocky Mts don’t hit in Washington. But in reality what does it really matter lol. Rocky Mt Wrestling sounds better than Cascade Mt Wrestling. Regardless of the name lol, I like the interesting background of the story.

GilmourGuy · March 7, 2018

RMW Episode 1.2 Deep Breath <div style="text-align:center;">Rocky Mountain Wrestling presents… <img alt="QZO94JM.jpg" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/QZO94JM.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /> Episode 1.2 “Deep Breath” </div> Saturday, Week 4, April 2012 Held in Mercy, Northwest USA Attendance: 2,600 Hosted by Davis Ditterich and Sara Silver Mayor John Greed sits in his office, smartly dressed in a nice suit. He taps his cane absently, studying a folder in his hands, occasionally glancing up at the only other person in the office with him. Sitting across the desk from Greed, wearing a simple blue shirt and dark jacket, is a woman. Her expression is blank, but eyes hint at more than a little annoyance directed at Greed. The mayor shifts uncomfortably. He closes the folder and hands it back to her. “I’m afraid I can’t help you. I don’t recognize this name.” The annoyance fully spreads across her face. “His goes by many aliases, Mr Greed. You don’t recognize any of them?” “Well, ‘Kent Clark’, ‘Jordan Halls’ or ‘Parker Peters’ aren’t exactly original. Besides, the photos don’t look like anyone I’ve ever seen.” She opens the folder, revealing several papers, dotting with pictures of the same young man. “You run the local wrestling promotion - Rocky Mountain Fighting, correct?” “Rocky Mountain Wrestling. Yes.” “My mistake.” Her patronizing smile shows just a hint of teeth. “Is it not true that wrestlers often go by pseudonyms? Is ‘Marvel Malloy’ a real name? What about ‘Connor Threepwood’ or ‘Duberry Excess’? Or even ‘John Greed’? Also, is it not true that some of your wrestlers wear masks to hide their identity?” Greed looks even more uncomfortable. “I don’t know him. I haven’t seen him.” He stands, trying to a finality to the meeting. “Thank you for coming in, but I believe this meeting is over. If I find out anything, I will make sure to pass it along, Officer Quine.” She stands, her expression turning to a slight smile now. “Actually, the correct title is Marshall Quine. And don’t worry, Greed. You’ll find me easily. I think I’d like to stick around for awhile. I hear mountain air is good for you. Provides some… clarity.” Marshall Quine gathered her papers and left Greed fuming in his office. But for only a second, until his assistant - Eve - opens the door and sticks her head in. “Mr Mayor?” “Yes?” “Message from Miss Alanis Springsteen. She’s coming to fight. Tonight.” “Good. I have a match for her - them - whatever.” “Also, a message from the farm. Uh, Queen Bee. She wants a tag match.” “Tonight? There’s not enough time. The Cobras aren’t here and…” He trails off, staring out the window. The town of Mercy lies before him, mostly houses and small buildings. One spire reaches into the sky above the trees. A church. “Maybe I can find another tag team…” <blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="45036" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div> <div style="text-align:center;"><img alt="kR1aBIA.jpg" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/kR1aBIA.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><img alt="ENvK0nU.jpg" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/ENvK0nU.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><img alt="M8si1Mb.jpg" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/M8si1Mb.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /> Casey Valentine VS Connor Threepwood A great opener. Ditterich talks about Casey looking to prove himself in singles action after the tag victory with Jay last week. Threepwood is no easy opponent. The two provide an excellent technical opener that goes back and forth. Casey looks to have it won multiple times, but Threepwood shows a great deal of heart in refusing in to give up, and a great deal of ability in using slick counters to escape from big moves. He is particularly frustrated that Threepwood has an answer every single time he goes for the Deep Impact (Double Arm DDT). He gets more and more obsessed with hitting the Deep Impact. He tries too many times, though, as Threepwood reverses one into his Stretch Plum (STF) submission. Valentine taps. Connor Threepwood defeats Casey Valentine. Rating: 52</div> </div></blockquote> John Greed stands before one of the largest, and oldest, buildings in Mercy; the Church of Saint Margaret. It’s a large brick building, completed long before the current decline in religious beliefs across North America. A stone arch framed a sturdy, double wooden door. Above, a square tower reached above the trees, home to a massive bell said to be older than Mercy itself. Greed glances at his watch, then pushes open the door and enters. Saint Margaret’s had attendance issues on Sunday morning; it was empty tonight. Rows of candles burned low as the natural light from outside dimmed. LEDS, part of a recent renovation, provided a soft glow from above. Old, faded stained glass windows depicted stories that Greed was certain he had never read about in the Bible. One featured a dragon. “Mr Mayor! To what do I owe this pleasure?” A large man stands at the pulpit, dressed in the casual blacks of a priest. To say he had the frame of a rectangle would be accurate. Long hair, not quite befitting his occupation, was tied back in a low ponytail. He spreads his arms wide. “Welcome to St Margaret’s.” “Business tonight, Father Tom. Not pleasure.” “Ah, business. Have you come to confess your sins, repent and ask forgiveness?” “My sins?” “Our Father is forgiving and Our Lady,” Father Tom motions to the church around him, “is welcoming of all.” Greed pauses halfway down the aisle. “Again, what do you mean, ‘my sins’?” “Come now, Mr Mayor,” Tom replies, the smile barely flickering, “We are none of us blameless. With a name like ‘Greed’, I’d think you would know about sin more than most.” He laughs and raises both palms. “A joke. Just a little joke.” “Perhaps I’ll take my business elsewhere.” “Please.” Tom motions to a front pew. The priest makes a show of making a serious face. “Speak.” Greed remains standing. “A tag team. I require a tag team. For tonight. I know you house some… travelers here. Hermits. Wanderers.” “Travelers is a good way of putting it,” Tom muses, rubbing his chin. He glances behind him, where several doors lead out the back of the sanctuary. “I can ask around. I’m sure I can… discover something.” “Thank you, Tom. I’ll owe you one.” Greed shakes hands with Tom, before heading back to the entrance. Father Tom watches him go, a sinister smile spreading across his face. “Yes. Owe me one, you will.” From behind him, one of the doors rattles and thumps, as though someone were attempting to force it open. “Peace, boys. You’ll have your chance. Tonight.” <div style="text-align:center;"><img alt="QZO94JM.jpg" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/QZO94JM.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /></div> Back in the arena, Adam Matravers makes his entrance. He acts as though he is in the main event of SWF’s Supreme Challenge. He grabs a mic. “Ladies and gentlemen, two weeks, I was in a match that I never won nor lost. I know right? That is some ridiculous shit. I would have won, too, if it wasn’t for this weirdo, Jared Johnson. This guy - get this - lives in the woods, in a house that doesn’t have electricity. How does he charge his cell phone? I don’t know, I don’t know. I actually looked him up on Facebook; he only has five friends. And one of them is his horse! Actually, his horse has more friends than him! How does that-” Jared Johnson has heard enough. His music interrupts Matravers and the frontiersman is here for his match. <blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="45036" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><div style="text-align:center;"> <img alt="BxUbiBG.jpg" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/BxUbiBG.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><img alt="ENvK0nU.jpg" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/ENvK0nU.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><img alt="7HWzCHW.jpg" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/7HWzCHW.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /> Adam Matravers VS Jared Johnson Another good match. Johnson is good beyond his years and Matravers knows how to work an audience, as well as perform at a high level. And he continues building his reputation as an egotistical jerk here. The match builds to a climax that plays off the end of the Fatal FourWay last show, with Johnson down in the ring and Matravers looking for the Mile High Moonsault. Last time, Matravers hit the moonsault, but was thrown from the ring before he could capitalize. This time, Johnson had it scouted, getting the knees up. Both men are slow to their feet. Matravers taunts again, exhausted now. Johnson charges, Matravers ducks and counters into a roll-up, grabbing a healthy handfull of tights to help. The ref doesn’t see it and Matravers gets the 1, 2, 3. Adam Matravers defeats Jared Johnson. Rating: 54 </div></div></blockquote> Matravers is out of the ring in a flash, celebrating his victory halfway up the ramp instead. A frustrated Jared Johnson watches him from the ring, motioning to the ref what he missed, to no avail. “King of the world!” Matravers yells. <div style="text-align:center;"><img alt="QZO94JM.jpg" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/QZO94JM.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /></div> Somewhere outside. The weather is getting even darker as the sun has disappeared behind the mountains. Capitao Brasil Jr, however, is still a bright figure. Dressed in his recognizable yellow and green, the luchador is warming up outside. Most of the light comes from a security light mounted high on the wall behind him. Mercy Memorial Arena was either built right beside an impressive park or right up against the mountainside, because tall conifers are not far from where he stretches out. Capitao Brasil stops, slowly removing his headphones and looking around. The area is deserted and eerily quiet. Almost too quiet. “I am coming…” Barely above a whisper, the ghostly voice carries on the breeze. Capitao shakes his head, as though not even sure he heard it. “Que?” There’s no answer. Still no one there. A few leaves rustle in the slight breeze. “I am coming…” “Who's there? Show yourself!” Capitao demands, glaring around him. Silence. And then… “I am coming… I am coming…I am coming…” Capitao covers his ears. Upset, he hurries inside the arena. The door bangs closed behind him and only then does the voice trail off. But only for a second. “I am coming…back.” <div style="text-align:center;"><img alt="QZO94JM.jpg" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/QZO94JM.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /></div> Back in the arena, Queen Bee makes her entrance. She’s a lightweight, which, for a luchadora, makes her a little bigger than most of her female contemporaries. Also, and more importantly, she’s dressed in an outfit that makes her look like a colourblind bumblebee. Queen Bee is accompanied by two other masked workers, the Amazing Firefly and the Rare Blue Mantis. They follow her into the ring, moving a little oddly, stalking like beasts. Some Gothic music plays and out comes Father Tom, now dressed in full priest clothes. He gestures behind him. Out comes two masked men in long druid robes and drawn hoods. “We have arrived.” <blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="45036" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><div style="text-align:center;"> <img alt="vmc3AiO.jpg" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/vmc3AiO.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><img alt="PXmeRn7.jpg" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/PXmeRn7.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" />w/<img alt="Gga7Hir.jpg" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/Gga7Hir.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><img alt="ENvK0nU.jpg" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/ENvK0nU.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><img alt="3agEKmX.jpg" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/3agEKmX.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><img alt="XZmlmex.jpg" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/XZmlmex.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" />w/<img alt="JTguwAW.jpg" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/JTguwAW.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /> The Night Terrors (Babau and Moroi) w/ Father Tom VS The Swarm (Firefly & Mantis) w/ Queen Bee Well, there are some interesting characters in this one. These four guys are all fast and exciting in the ring, but Babau is the only one who currently rounds out those high-flying skills with some sublime technical ability. He’s the standout in this match. The Terrors work together well, but the Swarm are still getting used to each other. Tom and Queen have very different styles as managers. Father Tom paces back and forth, showing little emotion, occasionally calling out the words of a prayer or psalm. Queen is much more animated, yelling and slapping the mat. She also has no hesitation using her physical gifts. All for not, though, as the Night Terrors catch Mantis with the Sleep Paralysis for the win. The Night Terrors defeat the Swarm. Rating: 46 </div></div></blockquote> As Father Tom gathers the Night Terrors together in the ring for a prayer, the camera cuts back outside. Jared Johnson, dressed again in his frontier animal skins and carrying a duffel bag that looks like it was homemade from some dead animal(s), wanders through the halls of the Mercy Memorial Arena. His bow is slung over a shoulder. He looks a little glum. He passes by Connor Threepwood, buried deep in another grey hoodie. “Tough loss tonight.” “A minor setback.” Connor watches him. “Matravers cheated, you know.” “I know.” There’s a pause. “If you want… I could help watch your back. Let me know.” Connor gives him a wave and wanders down the other way. Johnson watches him go, before continuing out of the arena. Night has completely fallen now. The parking lot of the Mercy Memorial Arena is full of cars, but few people. A man stands near the entranceway as Johnson exits. It’s the same man who was on the bus last show. He grins at Johnson. “Nice night, eh?” Johnson studies him. “Do I know you?” The man’s expression turns serious. “No. You’ve never seen me before.” Beat. “I like your gloves. I want your gloves.” Without a word, Johnson removes his gloves and hands them to the man. “Welcome to Mercy.” “Thanks. I feel like I’m destined to be here. Can you point me in the direction of Mayor Greed?” <div style="text-align:center;"><img alt="QZO94JM.jpg" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/QZO94JM.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /></div> Back in the ring, Amber Allen makes her debut entrance to some high tempo country music. Dressed a little like a cowgirl, Allen does a few line dancing steps as she gets in the ring. Some R&B music plays and out comes Zoe Ammis, accompanied by Tiffany Jade. Jade climbs into the ring, ready for action against Amber. “Whoa whoa whoa.” Lenny Brown comes out, mic in hand. “This is Rocky Mountain Wrestling, ladies. You can’t have a show that doesn’t give the people what they all really came here to see. Me! The Main Event, the Headline, the Prime Prospect - Lenny Brown!” He climbs into the ring. “Amber Allen. Tiffany Jade. I respect both you ladies, you got some great skills and all, but you ain’t a big baller like me. This singles match… is now a threeway! Oh yeah, I said it.” He drops the mic and both women kick him. The match is on! <blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="45036" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><div style="text-align:center;"> <img alt="VXooEEZ.jpg" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/VXooEEZ.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><img alt="ENvK0nU.jpg" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/ENvK0nU.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><img alt="2Xlb840.jpg" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/2Xlb840.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><img alt="ENvK0nU.jpg" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/ENvK0nU.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><img alt="NV4XbDk.jpg" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/NV4XbDk.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" />w/<img alt="luDl1KR.jpg" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/luDl1KR.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /> Amber Allen VS Lenny Brown VS Tiffany Jade w/ Zoe Ammis While Ditterich and Silver discuss the legality of Brown inserting himself in the match, Jade and Allen lay into him in the ring. Ammis joins the commentary, railing about Brown, until the two women throw him from the ring. Then she hurries over to him and drills him with a superkick. Apparently she hasn’t let it go yet. Jade and Allen spend some time tearing into each other, before Brown recovers and spends some time in control. It’s an okay match, and surprising good considering the level of talent involved (I’m not sure why I booked it in this slot, though…). Ammis makes her presence felt again, this time tying up Allen outside the ring while Jade pummels Brown with strikes in the ring. She hits him with Green Destiny (Fisherman’s Suplex) to score the win in a match he inserted himself into. Tiffany Jade defeats Amber Allen and Lenny Brown. Rating: 49 </div></div></blockquote> Back in the parking lot of the arena, Casey Valentine and Jay Chord loiter by Casey’s car, drinking Gatorade or something. Jay is laughing. “Man, I can’t believe you lost to that greaseball tonight. Wannabe MMA fighter.” “At least I had a fight on the main card.” “At least I won mine,” Jay continues to laugh. “I say we ask for another tag match. We could take those masked guys. Or those other masked guys.” “Yeah. You could use the help getting on the main card,” Casey adds. It sounds like a joke, but his delivery is a little too snappy and nasty. “Whatcha drinking there, boys?” Casey and Jay turn to see Marshall Quine sauntering over. She now wears one of those dark blue jackets you always seen American police officers wearing on TV. A holster is very visible on her hip. Still, Quine doesn’t look much older than Jay and Casey. “So? What is it?” “Gatorade,” Jay says at the same time as Casey saying “Water.” Quine looks them both down. “Right.” She pulls out a business card. “You both wrestle for Greed, right? RMW.” They nod. “Good. I need an in. The name’s Quine. US Marshall. You can call me Quine.” Casey takes the card and reads it. “You want a snitch?” “No, no. You two were talking about partners. I want some partners. To get me started here. Don’t worry, I can hold my own. Think about it.” Quine saunters off, an extra sway in her hips, fully aware of the effect on the guys. They both watch her closely. “Well,” Casey says, finally, pocketing the card, “I say we help her.” “Yeah. No way this turns out poorly.” <div style="text-align:center;"><img alt="QZO94JM.jpg" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/QZO94JM.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /></div> Back in the arena, Capitao Brasil Jr makes his energetic entrance. Whatever spooked him earlier is still on his mind, however, as he checks behind himself several times coming down the ramp. Still, he’s ready for action in the main event. Alanis Springsteen comes out from the back, mic in hand. “Capitao Brasil Jr. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’ve seen tape of yours, and even some rare footage of your grandfather. You’re doing him proud. And I’d be worried, if it wasn’t for my talent of my client… and fiancee… Darryl Devine!” Out comes Devine, to loud applause. He shares a quick kiss with Alanis, but Devine is focused and ready. <blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="45036" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><div style="text-align:center;"> <img alt="yrBRGax.jpg" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/yrBRGax.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><img alt="ENvK0nU.jpg" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/ENvK0nU.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><img alt="2iyu3Ie.jpg" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/2iyu3Ie.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" />w/<img alt="985Lz00.jpg" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/985Lz00.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /> Capitao Brasil Jr VS Darryl Devine w/ Alanis They share a handshake to start and then they are off. And wow, did they ever take off. Devine was not a surprise, but this was match was a pleasant surprise. Great chemistry and these two just tore the roof off the Mercy Memorial Arena. Everything clicked. The match started with a slow build, with Brasil offering a lockup and Devine accepting. Brasil outwrestles him in the first exchange and Devine realizes just how serious his opponent is. From there, the two keep trying to outdo each other. It’s not some epic story of good vs evil being told in the ring, just two great workers realizing they’ll have to give their all to defeat their opponent. And then realize that even that might not be enough. Capitao does really well, locking Devine in his Inverted Figure Four twice. The first is broken by a rope break. The second time, after a long struggle, sees Devine break out. Devine limps to his feet and Capitao charges him. Somehow, Devine dodges, causing Capitao to bounce off a turnbuckle and back into Devine. Devine Dream Drop! The luchador barely moves as Devine rolls him over for the pin and victory in a great match. Darryl Devine defeats Capitao Brasil Jr. Rating: 73 </div></div></blockquote> Alanis rolls into the ring to celebrate with an exhausted Darryl Devine. Mayor John Greed appears at the top of the ramp, watching them, as the show fades to black. <div style="text-align:center;">Final Rating: 63</div>

GilmourGuy · March 13, 2018

Intermission

Mercy, Washington

2:15 AM

It’s dark on one of Mercy’s main streets. The only light comes from streetlights, barely visible through mist and trees. The town is as silent and still. There is no nightlife in Mercy and no reason to out past midnight. The only thing moving is a rabbit, darting from one cover to another.

Nothing.

And then… a figure appears. Slowly staggering down the sidwalk, form obscured by layers and jackets. They walk with a purpose and determination. This person is exhausted, and likely has been for some time.

A foot plants with effort. Another step. The figure gasps, looking up. Some energy now. A few more steps. A stumble. A knee hits the ground and the body follows. A sob as they hit the ground. They’re spent. There’s no energy left to rise. As the figure looks up, her hood falls back and, for the first time, we see her face.

A face any independent wrestling fan in North America should know.

She gasps.

Three people stand in the street before her, empty just seconds ago. In the middle, a large man, dressed in priest’s clothing. Further behind him, two people dressed in black robes, hoods drawn.

The priest kneels down before her, reaching out with a hand. “Welcome, Sister Melody. You’ll find refuge here.”

“You know my name?”

“Of course. I am Father Tom.”

She reaches out to take his hand. For a split second, the kindly priest’s face disappears, replaced by the grinning face of a demon. Her eyes widen, but the image is already gone. If anything, the priest’s smile becomes more welcoming, although it never quite reaches his cold eyes. He takes her hand and helps her to her feet.

“Come. We have been expecting you for some time now.”

Big thank you to everyone who is reading so far. I hope to keep you onboard. Episode Three is coming soon. I run two episodes a month (in game time, hopefully not real time). My plan is to finish and post and the two May episodes and then begin a little prediction contest. So... stay tuned!

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