Alexander Atwater and Rhonin vs TJ Codair

[PWXonline]

Handicap Match
Alexander Atwater and Rhonin vs TJ Codair

RP Limits: Alexander and Rhonin 1 RP each and TJ 2 RPs allowed.

Deadline: 3-5-14 at Midnight CST


Story: It seems as if shit has gotten serious for TJ Codair. After smarting off to Mr. Hollywood the past couple weeks, things caught up with TJ last Adrenaline as a beat down ensued. Worse part is Caliban walked out of the match and nobody still knows why. Unfortunately for TJ, Mr. Hollywood is proving that you don't disrespect the owner and get away with it. Mr. Hollywood has punished others in the past and now it looks like its TJ's turn. His opponents, though? Interestingly enough, the two that faced off in their PWX debut match, Alexander Atwater and Rhonin! Mr. Hollywood was said to be impressed with both their debuts that he wanted to give them the honor of beating the shit out of Codair. With what transpired last week, however, how well can Rhonin and Atwater work with each other? Will they be able to coexist? Or can TJ find a way to break them down and escape with a win that would definitely piss off Mr. Hollywood?

[codair]

Hour after ADR

The scene opens up as PWX camera's catch Codair sitting in the locker room with his head in his hands. Backstage techs and hands are seen walking by as Codair lifts his head, showing a slight cut on his head from the attack from the president of the company. He stands up as he grabs his bag and heads for the door. Just as Jerry Clarke is is seen coming around. As he stops when he sees the microphone in Jerry's hand. Jerry comes closer as Codair cocks his head to the side just watching Jerry.

TJ: “If you stick that microphone in my face, I'm gonna shove it up your ass.”

Jerry stops dead in his tracks, as he looks at the microphone and then looks at Codair. He then puts the microphone in his blazer and approaches Codair.

Jerry: “How are you feeling?”

TJ: “My pride is a little hurt, I got a screaming headache, I am in a bit of a lousy ass mood, and I think Brian Hollywood broke one of my back teeth.”

Jerry: “So your in a bad mood.”

TJ: “To say the very least, however I had what happened coming to me, and you better believe it is about to escalate. These people think they know war, Jordan can't take a few cheap shots, Brian finally grew a set and came to the ring after I had just been in a match. Cowards, the both of em, these people wanna know how to fucking play. That is fine.”

TJ glares at Jerry as Jerry backs up a little bit

TJ: “I will play alright, The game is for blood, and not just a little cut. A gallon or two from the both of them sound perfect.”

Jerry: “You are aware your in a handicap match against Rhonin and Atwater at the next adrenaline right?”

Codair just looks at Jerry and begins to laugh,



Survival of the Fittest
Outskirts of Calgary


“To think, I would have normally seen what happened coming, I didn't I guess its just the meaning of getting sloppy.”

A fire burns in front of him in the snow covered woods as Codair is seen leaning towards the fire, stoking the wood in the middle of the fire.

“For a city boy, I always spent time in the country, always in the woods. My home away from home, always a place I can go to be alone and get my head on straight. To understand what needs to be done and how to do it.”

Codair looks over at his tent that's set up in the snow. He begins to chuckle for a moment as he places his hands towards the fire.

“Least now I can afford decent camping equipment for the those times I need to get in the woods and its -10 degrees. I gotta say though, it was amusing during customs for them to see my ring gear, my street clothes and then my camping equipment. Oh well, mounties are fun to deal with anyways, they never really have a good sense of humor. So stuck up, it don't matter regardless they don't usually bother me to much. All that matters right now is the fact that I am doing something I enjoy doing, and that is...................I don't hear much around me as I realize this may not be a good thing. Luckily I ain't hearing much, but I did just see something moving around.

I pull of my winter coat, and look around, I reach for my side arm, a 44. Auto and grab the hatchet on my left side.

“The plus sides of being in the wilderness at night, survival of the fittest I guess. I won't hear coyotes coming up on me, and I sure as shit wont hear a mountain lion coming at me either, all I know is that whatever it is, it knows I am here, and its more then likely scouting me. Ain't a bear, I would have heard that coming, however this deep and at night. Animal's do like to hunt.”

A growl is heard

“FUCK.”

In the bushes, I raise my .44 and fix it right at the bushes.

“Heart rate is increasing, I hope it's not what I think it is. I hope its not........

In a split second and animal jumps out of the bushes as Codair opens fire immediately, the animal drops to the ground, as it is seen rolling around trying to get back to its feet, but dropping immediately. Growl's and snarls can be heard as Codair lets off another round for the kill shot. The animal stops moving as Codair holsters his .44 and reaches into his pocket pulling out a flask and takes a sip off of it. He looks at the animal that has not moved. Codair puts the cap on the flask and tucks it back into his pocket. Then grabs his winter coat and puts it back on. Codair walks over to the animal and drags it towards the fire to get a better look at it, He looks at its face, realizing the animal is dead.

Huh, I just killed a wolverine.



Speaking my mind
On Camera

The scene opens up as TJ Codair is seen looking at the camera and focusing in on it. He is seen rubbing his hands as he begins to speak.

“to say that I have nothing but hostility in my heart and in mind, is an understatement. You see, apparently I have hit a few nerves with the establishment and well with other people. So as of now I am getting the negative treatment. To the point where I am in a handicapped match against the two new guys here in the PWX. Of course they are both looking at this match and thinking that this is a prime opportunity for them to impress the boss. For them to come out and beat me.”

“You know, I get it. I really do. I understand why these two would be excited about this match. Provided they were in a hell of a match this past week with one another and showed that they could contend, but lets face facts. These two being buddies for the night to take me out that is just fucking cute. I mean do I think they are going to be buddies, nah, that would be asking for to much. However them getting the seal of approval from the boss to wipe me out is just adorable. Adorable to the fact that I got a lot of things rolling around in my head and trust me when I say this boys, they ain't nice ideas. I ain't liking the ideas rolling around in my head for one reason and one reason only. This is business for you two. Doing as your told, as the boss gets to enjoy your handy work on me. Call it anger related, and unresolved issues that I started. However it ain't business for me. It's a bit personal now. You two unfortunately, are now going to be in the middle of an all out war that's breaking. Personally if I were you both, I would seriously reconsider even getting in that ring.”

Codair shrugs as he begins to speak again.

“For years I was called the Irish Wolverine, for the right reasons, I could back down anyone and I feared no one, yeah I am a bit of a small guy, however I am as tough as they come and fear no man alive. Well just recently, as if it were a sign from god. The wolverine is dead in me, and has been for a very long time. Fact is though,what I am is a much scarier individual now then I have ever been. Why because for the first time in a very long time I have nothing to lose and everything to gain. You see, It does not matter to me what I have to do to get noticed around here, it doe's not matter to me who I have to hurt or who I piss off. Hell it don't matter to me what kind of beating I have to take. Just as long as the son of bitch pays in the end.”

Codair cracks his knuckles as he begins to speak.

“While some people sit high in their tower pointing and directing, others are actually apart of the siege that is taking place here in the PWX. Now that maybe something you two boys don't understand, but this little siege is now of course a little bit behind schedule because the asshole we are trying to slap around and make understand and respect what we do and how we do it is now sitting high in his fortress laughing his ass off because hes got you two clowns doing his dirty work.”

Codair glares at the camera.

“Do not get me wrong, I got a message to send, and I will send it in full force, and I will get my hand around that piece of shit's throat. However it would appear that in order to do that, I am going to have to get my hands dirty with a few other people. Well whoever he decides to put in my way. Its amusing though, how much of a coward this prick actually is. Hiding behind two newbies here that ain't proven much, cept that they got talent. Hell one of em doesn't appear to know how to actually wrestle. Which is fine, I suppose I can show em both how to get the job done. However at this point in juncture, they both are my enemies, and trust me when I tell you this. I ain't in a good mood, and am surprisingly more in a bad mood then anyone of them can possibly even comprehend. I mean lets face facts folks. You don't throw rocks at a guy that is carrying a machine gun now do you? You don't poke a rabid animal with a stick, and you don't for the love of god cheat me out a match, and then come to the ring and have your way with me just because I said some unkind things.”

Codair cracks his neck.

“Brian, do you really think you are punishing me by sending these two cubs. I mean talent they seem to have, however you would have been better off sending the whole roster. Nothing against these two, they are to inexperienced and quite frankly they both lack the credentials of me actually giving two fucks about em. Their blood is going to be on your hands, and trust me when I say this. There will be blood. There will be blood, and there will be violence to the likes you do not understand. You think your some mad genius? You think your getting what you want. Brian, I will show you the mistake you have made.”

Codair pounds his fist into his palm.

“I will show you that no matter how hard you plan, your only annoying the fuck outta me.”

End of scene.

[Joey Harris]

"DONE"

"I quit!"

Not so much as a second passes before a loud CRASH! screams through the living room, a wooden chair shattering against the white wall of my Los Angeles home. The dust from the collision slowly parts, like mist would part in a jungle, revealing the lush shrubbery- or, in this case, a pile of broken wood.

"This is bullshit! Who the fuck does Brian Hollywood think he is, booking me into this pathetic-fucking-joke of a match!"

I roar aloud, shrouded by a haze of anger and frustration, as I reach out for the second of (what was previously) a set of four wooden dining-room chairs. My muscles relax suddenly, as a soft hand is placed on my right shoulder from behind my back, and a warm, feminine voice interrupts my attempt at dining-room homicide. "Please, calm down."

Breathing heavily, my hands shaking, I release my grip on the chair after a short moment, dropping my head. I had lost my cool. "I'm sorry," I manage to mutter. I am embarrassed by my fit. However, nothing about my mood has changed. "Brian Hollywood has apparently taken it into his authority to use me to further his childish schemes against TJ Codair, another PWX wrestler. Worse than that, he is making me team with that fucking gorilla, Alexander Atwater! Atwater, that cocky, overgrown man-child who defeated me in his first professional match, and my first appearance in the PWX. In feudal Japan, a samurai would plunge his sword through his own heart, in shame, after suffering a defeat. I won't make any excuses. I...I should have won last week. Why couldn't I beat Atwater? I thought I was supposed to be the best! You told me I used to be the best wrestler in the world! Where the hell is that guy?"

I find myself spun around, against my own strength and mass, by this young woman of small stature. She is slender, but athletically-built. Her caramel complexion is complemented by her exotic brown eyes, and emblazoned by her long, dark, silky hair. She lifts a finger to my chin, tilting my head up, and our eyes meet. For a moment, I am soothed, and she smiles.

"You were the best...you are the best! But, you have been away for a while, John."

"Don't call me that." I hated that name. It didn't feel like my name, and it wasn't. I was once asked by American doctors, upon waking up from my long sleep, to sign my "John Hancock" on the medical release forms, and, in my confusion, immediately thought my name was John Hancock. How ridiculous this story must have sounded when I first recounted it to her, but it at least gave her something to call me; she never liked the name Rhonin.

"Look," she returns, snapping me back from my briefly adrift thoughts, "I know, from experience, this isn't something you can just walk back into after taking such a long time away. You need to slowly warm back up to it. Last week, you were so confident that you were going to win your match, maybe too confident. You completely underestimated the challenge of a hungry newcomer, and it cost you! Maybe it will do you some good to play a little ball this week."

"You said, 'I know from experience," I interject, focusing on the only point in her lecture that held my attention, "...what kind of experience are you talking about?"

"My husband was a wrestler," she replies, after a quick hesitation. She looks away, avoiding any eye contact. Something is making her uncomfortable. Was it something I said? "His name was Joey," she continues, still looking away. "He died a few years ago, but, in the time we spent together, he was an incredible man, a wonderful father, and an even better wrestler. We had met just weeks before he won his first world championship in wrestling, and immediately we hit it off. He decided to take some time away, after his promotion went out of business, and it was a rough transition for him. By the time he was hired with another company, he just wasn't the same. He wasn't fighting with the same passion he had before, and it showed. He lost a match against a newcomer, and it killed him. After that, he left the business. He couldn't handle the idea that he was ousted by a rookie. That loss changed him. He eventually started fresh with another promotion, and achieved moderate success, but he never could let that loss go."

I couldn't help but feel for her, as I placed my hands gently against her cheeks, turning her back to me. "I'm sure your husband was a great man." She laughs, and cries, shaking her head and removing my hands from her cheeks, before looking back up to me and smiling.

"He was a great man, John," she says before turning away, adding, "and you have no idea just how great of a wrestler you are."

==========

"HER"

There was something about her. Was it the way she carried herself, so confident, so mature, yet somehow playful and rebellious? Was it the way she could challenge any situation with a smile, penetrate any awkward silence with her jubilant laughter? Whatever it was, I could trace it back to the first time we had met.

"So, tell me again, what is your name?" I asked the girl. She had introduced herself to me as a fan, which caught me completely off-guard. I am just a normal guy! Regular men don't have fans!

"Call me Kaiyela," she replied matter-of-factly. "Kaiyela Madison."

"Well, Kaiyela, I hate to break it to you," dry, and somewhat cold, I announce to her, "but I am not this guy you seem to remember. I mean, I could be. Truth is, I don't exactly know who I am. You say you recognize my face, but you don't know my name! Do you realize how crazy you sound?" I realize how harsh I must sound. "...I'm sorry. It's just, returning to the states and re-assimilating with this life has been hard enough already. Here you come, out of the blue, telling me you are my biggest fan, and asking about some pro wrestling thing that I was apparently involved in, yet you can't even give me a name. It's frustrating."

"I can only imagine," she sighs. "Just, I only want five minutes of your time. That's it! Can't you spare a few minutes for a pretty face?" She bats her eyelashes enthusiastically. I smirk, at first, and then I chuckle. There's something about her...

"You are awfully cute, I will admit," without thinking, I blurt out loud. I can feel my face grow slightly warmer with a light shade of red, but so her face turns, as well. "Okay, Kaiyela. You have five minutes, or else you owe me a cup of coffee."

She smiles excitedly, before quickly regaining her composure, looking me directly in the eye. For a strange reason, the hair stands up on my arms, and I feel a brief tingling sensation throughout my body- maybe three seconds, and it is gone. This stranger has some unique trait that makes me want to hear what she has to say, and for an odd, inexplicable reason, hang on every word. She inhales softly, then exhales:

"Have you ever heard of Pro Wrestling X?"

[alexanderatwater]

Guangzhou, China
Allied Military Hospital; Augmented Soldier Division
March 20th 2028, 19:48 Hours

Systems Online! Processors functioning fully. Nano-tech functioning at optimum levels. Battery at full compacity.[/color] The screeching of the computer in his head was pounding as his eyes fluttered open and the world came back in bright, crystal clear colors. Captain Atwater was certainly not feeling like his usual gregarious self after absorbing the electro magnetic pulse that had fried just about everything in his body. There was only a groan given as he tried to get up and figure out where he was. He could hear the beeping of monitors and could feel all of the chords attached to him. He looked around and could see the glow of compact fluorescent lights above head.

“Doctor, he’s awake!” the nurse shouted

”Interesting. Ahead of schedule by a wide margin.” Doctor Volchenko said, clearly delighted by the development.

”That’s why the picked me for the program ten years ago doctor.” Captain Atwater said, sitting up ”Get these straps and chords off me.”

”We can’t do that just yet Captain. You’re not stabilized yet. We still have more tests to run. There’s no telling if all of your processors, chips, and tech are fully functioning yet. You’re still being repaired!” Doctor Volchenko said forcefully.

”What’s not online?” Captain Atwater asked.

”Most of your weapons systems are off line. A lot of your defensive capabilities are still online.” Doctor Volchenko replied.

”What do you mean most of the weapons system are offline.” Captain Atwater asked.

”All of the extra stuff, your non-human gadgets and stuff are fried. We’ve got them scattered about throughout the pacific theater at this point. That EMP blast didn’t damage just you, ya know.” Doctor Volchenko said.

”Shit. I have to get back into battle doctor.”Captain Atwater said. ”Am I capable of fighting at all? I can pick the weapons systems as I work my way torwards Beijing.

”Yes sir, but it would not be advised.” Doctor Volchenko said.

”I don’t give a shit about that. I have to get back out there. My mission is time critical. In fact, what day is it?” Atwater asked with some urgency.

”Friday sir.” Volchenko replied.

”Get this shit off of me! I have to go. I’m five days behind and I need to go thousands of miles! Captain Atwater said.

There wasn’t going to be a whole lot of arguing with the super solider that was sitting in the bed. Doctor Volchenko just went to work at taking off the monitors and tethers that had him hooked into all sorts of computers. He sat up straight in bed and got to his feet. He looked at the doctor and then down at the fact that his uniform was missing. Naked as a jaybird, he walked across the room and found the bag that had his uniform in it. He threw on the uniform at a speed that betrayed who he really was. His systems were booting up and his body was just starting to function again. The fact that he was even standing, would have been an absolute miracle for anyone but the super soldiers. He should have been dead, but his will to live and fight was such that nothing would stop him short of total, abject annihilation.

”Captain Atwater, you can’t do this! Your superiors will lose their mind.” Doctor Volchenko said

”There won’t be anything left to lose their mind over if I don’t move my ass triple time! Where are rifles?!”Atwater shouted.

”Weapons locker in the hall!” Doctor Volchenko responded, running to phone the superiors to save his own ass.

Atwater burst out of the room and walked right to the weapons locker. Yanking open the door, he ripped the assault rifle form it’s rack and then followed it up with a side arm. He stuffed the sidearm in its thigh holster, and checked the breach of the assault rifle and then started the march towards the front of the hospital. As he marched down the hall, he hit the elevator and started down towards the ground floor. He burst through the door of the elevator, shoving people to the side as he marched towards the door. There were transports heading in and out of the hospital at all times, and he knew he was going to catch the first transport north and get back underway on his mission.

As he came out of the front door, Atwater set his eyes on a troop transport that was just starting to off load people. He was going to get them gone and then get in and get the kid driving it to start heading north. Captain Atwater was approaching the transport when he heard the sound of boots pounding in his direction. He looked up in time to see his XO Karen Ying running in his direction. Captain Atwater looked at her and gave her a slight smile as she pounded the pavement to get to him. Coming up short, she looked at him with a big smile.

”They let you go?”Ying asked.

”Something like that.” Atwater responded.

”You threatened the doctor and he let you leave and he’s freaking out now?”Karen asked a new question.

”Pretty much.” Atwater said.

”Are you functioning properly?” Ying asked.

”Weapons systems are off line. Defensive systems are online. I’ve got a rifle and a side arm. Time to get at ‘em Ying. I’ll pick my augmentations up on the way to Beijing. If you’re coming, get your ass in gear.” Captain Atwater said with a grunt.

”Yes sir.”Ying said, running off to get her bag.

Atwater continued on to the transport, and opened the passenger door to the transport truck. The second he poked his head in, the kid in the driver’s seat tensed up and looked over at him with a bit of unease. The augmented super soldiers seemed to get that reaction out of the troops that weren’t augmented with upgrades. It wasn’t always easy being a super soldier, but it certainly had been rewarding for a man that enjoyed the glory of combat. He barked orders and the kid complied, circling around to pick up Ying and a few others. The transport truck circled out of the staging area and headed for the highway to head north, leaving the military hospital in the rearview.

Super Promo Bonus Time 02: Getting Paid Racks

The cameras come on in the parking lot of the arena in Winnipeg, showing Alexander Atwater walking across the blacktop with his gear bag slung over his shoulder. His focus isn’t on the cameras, as he comes marching up towards the building. Just about the time he reaches the back door to the arena, he finally takes notice of the camera crew. He turns his attention towards them.

Alexander Atwater: Now y’all are thinking this is going to be some big production out here in the parking lot huh? Well, I guess it ain’t going to hurt me to give you a couple of minutes of my time. Never hurts to get my name out there and start working my way up the ladder. That’s what I started last week. Last week was the biggest match of my career, and it showed me that I have what it takes to hang in the ring with the big boys of this business. Rhonin, I know you and I, we gon’ have to go on and get over last week and get together on this little shindig here and take on ol’ TJ Codair. I even understand that you ain’t happy about it. Hell, I don’t blame you, I ain’t happy about fixing to get in the ring two one one and have to beat some guy up. Okay, I ain’t sad about it either, but that’s not my point. My point is, I don’t care about what the boss man wants us to do. I want to win. That’s all I care about, is winning and moving on to my next battle. And hell, getting in good with the boss isn’t going to hurt me none. So I’m going to do what Mr. Hollywood is asking of me.

Atwater laughs, and spreads his arms out wide, as if asking what people wanted from him. He sets the gear bag down on the stairs leading to the back door and steps a little closer to the camera.

Alexander Atwater: So TJ, you may be a legend in this business, but that’s all you’re going to be at the end of the night. A legend. Something that used to be. Because the boss man wants you gone. He doesn’t like your fucking attitude. He needed to send someone to take care of you, and I guess me and Rhonin impressed him a little bit last week. I guess that we did something right, because he’s sending us to handle his business where you’re concerned. He’s asking us to prove ourselves to him and I guess we don’t really have a choice but to do it. I know I damn sure wouldn’t want to end up like you or the World Champion. I know I don’t want the boss breathing down my neck and making life difficult for me. I’d much rather be in his good graces and get the best fights and the best battles I can possibly get. He’s a great wrestler in and of his own right, there’s a lot I could learn from him, and I’m not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. So TJ, lets just say, you and me are going to get very well acquainted at Adrenaline. You and I are going to have some serious fist to face interaction time, boy. This good ol boy isn’t about to back down from a fight, just because you are who you are. This good ol boy ain’t running from nothing. I’m from Texas, son… and I ain’t ever met a faggot from Boston that I couldn’t whip the shit out of.

Atwater turns and picks up his bags and starts to head for the back door, but stops.

Alexander Atwater: I don’t usually got a lot to say. I like to let my fists and feet do the talking. I know I gotta come out here and promote the shit out of this match, and all I can say is… this won’t be boring. I’m fixing to knock TJ Codair’s head off his body with a whole lot of flare. I’m looking to whip the shit out of him like he’s a government mule. Come match time, we’re going to find out if TJ really is one of the best in the business, or if he’s going to cave when it’s go time. We’re going to find out if TJ can handle the heat when he goes two on one with me and Rhonin. TJ, you talked. I could spend an hour or two watching that shit and figuring out a way to call you stupid, but that don’t change nothing. It don’t change the fight one bit. It don’t change nothing. All this bullshit jawing is just that… jawing. So drop your cock and grab your socks bitch. We’re going to war, and I’m going to fuck you up TJ. For my future, I’m coming at you with everything I got. So knuckle up bitch, because your OBLIVION BECKONS!

Atwater walks into the building, the door shuts behind him, and the camera fades out.