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Post by Shaun Hart on Jul 11, 2022 17:54:23 GMT
Match Four
Standard Singles Match
Anthony Tudor vs The Significant Other Vic Sun
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Post by Vic Sun on Jul 19, 2022 4:39:05 GMT
July 8, 2022 Legendary Wrestling - Excalibur Cup 2022 Gauntlet Match York Barbican York, England
The moment is upon them. Three nights into this wild tour through their mother’s homeland and Vic faces one of the biggest tests of their young career. By invitation of the head promoter of Legendary Wrestling, Vic got themselves into a winner take all gauntlet match with an undisclosed prize to be had at its end. At first it seemed to be a night full of promise and potential. Though the venue was small it was packed to the gills with devoted fans who had come from all over the realm to see the show. From the roars of excitement when ‘Scream’ hit, Vic guesses that a lot of these folks are fans of theirs. For a few moments they were back on stage in Seoul with their pop group, fans roaring in approval at the group’s arrival on stage. This song was performed by Vic’s group, after all; it made for a handy go-to when Vic needed entrance music.
Now they were having some second thoughts about the whole night. Despite the cheers for them and chants of ‘VIC! VIC! VIC!’, the woman in the ring with them is incredibly insufferable. She carried herself with a haughty self importance which communicated just how superior she thought herself to be to everyone in a 100 mile radius. The way that she glares over at Vic now says she thinks they are nothing more than a speck of dirt to be bleached out of existence. While more chants of ‘VIC! VIC! VIC!’ rained down from the crowd, the woman finally decides to get a mic.
The Woman: “Let’s get something straight. You can hate me all you want, but I make things happen when I am in the building. Whatever I decide is the way things happen, period. I know how to run a show, so I run every show I go to whether you like it or not! And tonight I am going to run through everyone in this match to make sure that fabulous prize ends up in my fabulous hands. Get ready to boo like you’ve never booed before!”
The woman turns her back to Vic as she taunts the crowd a bit more, which just annoys them even more. As soon as the bell rings Vic rushes over, seized the woman by the shoulders and nails a backstabber! Quickly Vic wraps their legs around her torso and they lock in the chicken wing sleeper to complete the Spinal Tap! In the middle of the ring with nowhere to go, the woman aggressively slaps Vic’s arm to tap out. Vic releases the hold and rolls to their feet, awaiting the next opponent.
For Vic the rest of the night doesn’t go quite as easily as that. First there was a big ox of a man whose power overwhelmed Vic’s agility for quite a while. A particularly nasty moment comes when Vic is turned inside out by a clothesline from hell that almost ends their night. Yet Vic gets that shoulder up and keeps fighting, using the brute’s weight against him to disrupt his momentum. With the upper hand again, Vic manages to cap a Dance Break with a particularly nasty kick and gets the pin. Two down. A high flyer is next and takes an early advantage over Vic thanks to the beating Vic took from the monster before. Several times the masked man nearly gets a pinfall on them, but each time they just manage to kick out. As the man’s frustration grows, Vic gets some openings which they used to punish him. Sharp strikes begin to cut into the advantage of freshness and Vic turns the tables. A nasty chop sends the masked man staggering to the ropes, and Vic follows up with a Silla Crown and tries for the pin. It’s only 2, and Vic attempts to lock in the Undefina-hold. Yet the masked man fights out of it and wipes Vic out with a flying crossbody! Seeing his opportunity the man climbs to the top rope to try for his finisher. However, Vic just manages to get up, stumbles over to the corner and climbs up! With a mischievous glint in their eyes, Vic hops over the masked man to get in front of him. While the man is confused by Vic’s move, The Significant Other launches them both off the top rope and connects with Let’s Go to Hell! The ref counts to three and Vic again survives to see the next and now final opponent. Three down, but now out comes a veteran technician from the States wearing a savage glee on his face as Vic lays on the mat watching him.
At first the veteran just kicks at Vic sarcastically, testing if they have anything left in the tank. With a handful of hair, he pulls the sagging Enby Assassin up off the mat and taunts them about this being the end of the road. Suddenly Vic hits him with a forearm to the stomach, though it doesn’t really have any power behind it. This draws a punch to the face, which Vic follows with another desperate forearm. They get leveled with a headbutt, and the technician taunts them further as they crawl back to their feet. Despite being on shaky legs, Vic finds enough fire to slap the man right across the face. Vic’s expression is defiant, but that defiance just gets their opponent angrier.
Over a further fifteen minutes, the technician punishes Vic with vicious strikes and a series of increasingly brutal submissions. With each one Vic seems closer and closer to either giving in to the pain or passing out from the agony. Yet each time Vic fights out, crawls to the ropes or counters into a pin which only gets two. After yet another of those, the technician slaps the mat angrily and then begins pacing. Finally, with a mad look in his eyes, he grabs Vic’s legs to lock in his signature submission! Just then Vic summons one more bit of power and nails the man with an improvised kick to the throat! As the man staggers, Vic pulls him down into a small package and the ref counts three!
After the bell rings and the small but passionate crowd’s cheers fade a bit, an exhausted Vic is presented with a nondescript briefcase. They open it up and reveal to the world that the prize is in fact an IIW contract! With a bit of returning swagger, Vic calls for a mic while more ‘VIC! VIC! VIC!’ chants ring out. After a few moments they motion for the crowd to quiet down, which just makes the cheers louder. Vic laughs at this reaction and leans back against the ropes with mic in hand. At long last the fans settle down enough for Vic to address them.
VIC SUN: “Hey there York, how’s it going?”
The crowd cheers enthusiastically, and Vic laughs again.
VIC SUN: “Yeah, that’s about what I was guessing. You know, this.. all of this.. is really unexpected. I think 99% of people wouldn’t have guessed that I of all people would be here at this point in my life. And who could blame them? I would have been one of them when I first started on this insane adventure. Because before all of this I was stuck in a place where the powers that be didn’t see who I was. They thought they did, of course, but their mistake was trying to define someone whose whole life defies definition.”
There are some boos directed toward the past powers that were, and Vic shrugs.
VIC SUN: “So yeah, three years ago I didn’t really know how to express that kind of sentiment you just shared. Everyone told me who I should be and I just tried to play along so I’d fit in. They told me what I could and couldn’t do, dictated my appearance and even kind of created a character for me to play. And the moment that I tried something outside of those narrow definitions of who I was supposed to be, they decided I wasn’t for them. There really weren’t a lot of options for someone who just got fired from a musical group like that, but I was free. And you all know the rest. Japan, Thailand, North America, Europe. And then finally to Britain!”
They pause as there are more cheers; seemingly catching a second wind, their words gain strength with each word.
VIC SUN: “Three nights of this and you all have been absolutely wonderful. I feel like I’m home even though I just got here a few days ago! All around the world, I’ve shown just how wrong they were to try and decide how to define me. The only definition that suits me is this: I am Vic Sun, the Significant Other! So here we are, in the York Barbican of all places, with a monumental question before me. What’s next for Vic Sun? So.. since you’ve all been so helpful, let me just ask you - should I sign this?”
There’s a loud roar as Vic holds up the IIW contract. They grin and retrieve a pen from ringside to do the deed. Vic flourishes the pen a little just to build some extra anticipation before signing their name.
VIC SUN: “There you have it, Vic Sun is going to IIW to shake things up! I know that this isn’t going to be easy, but then again nothing I’ve ever done has been easy. Maybe I make it look that way, but at the center of everything I’ve achieved is months of blood, sweat and tears and a lifetime of pent up frustration at people trying to tell me who I am. So IIW, you might have talent who are bigger and stronger than me. You may have bigger stars than a globetrotting Indie kid who by the standards of their dojo is still a rookie. But I promise you that the only people who will be unprepared will be the talent you already have! I just survived.. How long was that?”
Vic looks over to the timekeeper, who shouts the answer as the crowd laughs.
VIC SUN: “Thirty-five minutes of hell to earn this contract! And I’m just getting started. So men of IIW… prepare yourselves. You might just have a date with The Significant Other.”
They wink to the camera being used by the small promotion for streaming, then toss the mic away and drink in the cheers from the crowd.
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Post by Anthony Tudor on Jul 21, 2022 21:07:35 GMT
One after another after another. Eventually Anthony Tudor had passed out from the pain of it all, or perhaps it was the blood loss from the gash over his eye. Whatever it was had mercifully spared him the torment of experiencing each and every one of those powerbombs. It was certainly gruesome to look at as Adam played it over and over again on the television in the hospital room. It had taken six sutures to finally stop the bleeding from the gash over his eye. Adam looked from Anthony sitting in the hospital bed to the television screen.
Adam: Fuck.
Anthony: Didn’t we talk about you language?
Adam: Do you have a better word for what happened?
Anthony thought it over a minute. He didn’t. Fuck was pretty accurate. His trainer rewound the tape and played it again. Megaton was no less of a monster than he had been before. The strength the beast held was still unhuman. To shrug off Anthony’s attacks like that, and then do that to the man… Fuck was a pretty good word.
Adam: Are you sure you’re alright?
There was no hiding the concern in his trainer’s voice. Was it out of fear that she had replayed the tape over and over and over again. Anthony had been forced to sit and watch it, but had been too mesmerized to tell his trainer to stop. Everything looked like it was going their way until… Well until Anthony had tried to confront Eron Hunter
Anthony: Aside from losing a ton of blood and an incredibly stiff and sore spine, I am. My surgically repaired back held up far greater than the doctors are saying we could have asked for. It’s like I *He groaned in pain as she sat up*
Anthony rose from the hospital bed with great difficulty. The blood instantly shot to his face and it turned a deep red as he struggled against himself and the wires he was connected to. Adam rushed over and pushed him back on the bed.
Anthony: Uh huh ooooh….
The wrestler groaned in pain and glared at his trainer, who crossed her small arms defiantly. A nurse rushed in and looked from Adam to Anthony.
Nurse: why are you assaulting that man?
Adam: It’s okay this one’s mine.
Anthony’s eyes pleaded at the nurse. She gave them a firm “mhmm” and walked away. Adam turned back to face her father and pointed a small finger at him.
Adam: You. Sit. Heal.
Anthony: So I’m a dog now?
Adam: No, but you’ve got to rest up because you’re back in the ring next Mayhem
Anthony: WHAT?
Adam: Yes! You’ve got the newcomer Vic Sun
Anthony: Well ok, we do what we do best then don’t we, we get up and we go again! Vic Sun, after the hell I’ve been through recently you really need to ask yourself if you know what you’re coming to in the IIW! I will recover from this and I am not a happy man, I will be taking my revenge out on you… THERE IS A STORM COMING AND IT’S TAKING YOU WITH IT!
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