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Post by Shaun Hart on Mar 13, 2023 17:16:33 GMT
( Jomich Starr is a young second-generation star that's looking to break some generational curses by becoming the first World Champion in his family but before he can get there's got to get by one of IIW most brutal competitors The Meccas Bam Miller.) Match Two Standard Singles Match Bam Miller vs Jomich Starr
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Post by Mike Morbid on Mar 25, 2023 19:00:49 GMT
House Show
Viewers see a locker room. It is basic, no frills, just some storage spaces and shelves with various articles of clothing strewn about, a couple of benches, and an opening leading off to what is presumably the showers, based on the sound of streaming water coming from that direction. A few people are milling about, wrestlers, road agents, a couple of maintenance workers.
The camera moves to focus on one person sitting on the bench, lacing up a pair of blue sport boots. He is young but large, muscular, with blond hair. A plain t-shirt hangs loosely on his frame, perhaps meant for quick removal. His black tights are decorated with white stars going down the outside of the legs. He looks up as a voice comes from offscreen, likely from behind the camera.
Cameraman: Jomich Starr, hello.
Jomich smiles at the camera and nods.
Starr: Hi there, nice to meet you. I’m guessing you’re here to interview me, to get the hype ready for the next big addition to the roster.
Cameraman: Uh, yeah. Something like that, yeah.
Another voice suddenly yells out from somewhere outside the room.
Voice: Don’t dawdle in there! We need some more filler footage to pad the show!
Starr’s smile fades a bit, and a touch of red sprinkles his cheeks.
Cameraman: *cough* Uhm, anyway, you’re about to have your first match. How do you feel?
Starr: Well, you know, I’m a bit nervous, but I’m feeling confident. I’ve been hitting the gym, running everyday for my cardiovascular, doing yoga to help my mobility, and most importantly, I’ve gotten intensive training from one of the best wrestlers in the world, my dad.
Cameraman: Your father, Richard Starr, was known as one of the best wrestlers to never win a world championship. Did he encourage you to enter the ring to continue on his path?
The young wrestler chuckles, shaking his head.
Starr: No, no. He wanted me to take up something more cerebral, like medicine or physics. But I grew up watching what he did, so it imprinted on me early on. I love the sport, it’s been my goal since I was seven.
Cameraman: Was he upset?
Starr: He wasn’t enthusiastic about it, but I think he understood how I felt. He made me a deal. If I haven’t won a championship by my twentieth birthday, nineteen months from now, I’ll put wrestling aside until I’ve gone to university, gotten a Bachelor’s, Master’s, or Doctorate.
Cameraman: Do you think you’ll be able to do that?
Starr: Right now, I feel like could become the world champion tonight. In that ring, I think I can make magic happen.
Another voice interrupts.
Voice: Hey kid! Jomich! Get ready, your match is next.
He jumps to his feet, clapping his hands together.
Starr: If you’ll excuse me, I’m off to work.
Cameraman: Good luck.
The view switches to the arena. There is a fair-sized crowd, not packed, but definitely enough people to make the merchandise table profitable. There is scattered applause as AC/DC begins to play and Jomich Starr walks through the curtains. He is now wearing just his tights and boots. The tall warrior raises his arms in the air and makes a ‘come on’ motion, and the cheers increase a little.
Starr jogs down the aisle and rolls under the ropes into the ring. Jumping to his feet, he first tugs on a rope, then climbs a turnbuckle and stands at the top, looking around at the crowd.
The music fades. About a minute passes, and the crowd starts to get restless. Finally, a huge masked man lumbers through the curtains. Starr looks on in confusion as the behemoth stops at the edge of the ramp, then raises the microphone to his mouth.
Masked Man: Wondering who I am, boy? No, I’m not the useless scrub you’re supposed to be fighting. I left his pummeled ass lying on the locker room floor. Let me introduce myself. I’m The Unknown. I’m the first guy your old man feuded with, thirty years ago.
Starr says something to the referee. The official raises his hands and shrugs.
Unknown: I don’t know if Rockin’ Rick Starr… yeah, that’s the stupid name he used then… if he paid off the officials, or if he was juicing, or if he just got lucky, but somehow he managed to cheat his way to winning most of those matches. I should have pulverized his scrawny body, but he kept getting his hand raised. Because of that, the big boys noticed him, and he got a big contract to go to Europe. While I was nickle and diming in the territories, he was making big bucks travelling through the old world.
The goliath spits on the floor and gives a rude gesture toward the ring.
Unknown: He won major titles and got rich. It should have been me. He became the legendary Scandinavian Superstar. It should have been me! He married a Swedish supermodel! IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME!
The Unknown kicks one of the lights on the ramp, and it goes crashing to the floor below.
Unknown: What I’d like to do is squeeze his neck until my hands meet, but he’s retired. What will be almost as good, though, is breaking his puke of a kid and sending him back home in a body cast. So what I’m going to do is walk down to that ring and give you the beating that your old man earned, and make your first match a humiliating loss. Get ready, punk, here it comes!
He hurls the microphone to the floor and monster walks his way to the squared circle. Climbing the steps, he pushes on the top rope and steps over it, then goes to the centre. Jomich looks way up the see the scowl of the wrestler who towers over him. The man has a paunch, but his chest and arms still look powerful, like he would be used to doing heavy construction work.
Unknown: Ring the damn bell already!
The ring sounds, and the Unknown grabs for his adversary. Starr evades the clumsy grasp, steps to the side, and jumps in the air, connecting with a dropkick. The big man stumbles back a few steps. Starr quickly charges, and Unknown swings a wild haymaker at him. Starr ducks under it, bounces off the ropes, and comes off with a jumping clothesline. The big man falls back against the ropes.
Starr jumps to the second turnbuckle and comes off with an elbow drop on the Unknown’s shoulder. He gasps loudly and staggers several steps, clutching his wounded muscle. Starr grabs his hand and puts on an armbar, one hand pressed down on Unknown’s hurt shoulder. The huge man grits his teeth and flails about with his free hand, eventually managing to shove his foe away. Starr stumbles back and Unknown charges after him, only to be felled with a leg sweep.
Starr quickly sits down and applies a headlock. Unknown grasps at his arms, but can’t break the grip. He puts his hands down on the mat and slowly pushes himself to his knees. Legs shaking, he gets to his feet. Starr continues holding his head and runs forward. Bulldog! The big man hits the mat hard! He immediately pushes himself onto all fours, screams, and falls flat on the mat.
The young wrestler mouths the words “Oh crap!” and quickly kneels beside the mammoth wrestler to check on him. Unfortunately for him, from that vantage point he is unable to see Unknown balling his hand into a fist. He lands a solid punch between Starr’s legs! Jomich yells out in pain and falls. The Unknown lurches to his feet, takes a few moments to gasp in huge gulps of oxygen, then grabs his opponent’s head and drags him up. He wraps both meaty arms around Starr’s torso for a crushing bearhug.
Starr’s face twists in pain as he tries to pull apart the tree-like arms, but is unable as Unknown charges into the turnbuckle for a ring-shaking avalanche. Still holding the bearhug, he gives three more bonecrushing avalanches against each other turnbuckle. Starr isn’t moving. He lifts Jomich over his head, and then powerbombs him into the turnbuckle. Starr crumbles to the mat on his back, and the Unknown drops down for the pin.
The referee slaps the mat. Once, Twice. Just before he hits it for the third time, he stops, seeing that one of Starr’s legs is lying under the ropes and partway out of the ring. The official taps Unknown on the shoulder and points, shaking his head. The big man grabs the referee by the collar and gets to his feet, shaking the man and yelling in his face. The ref holds up his hands in a conciliatory manner. After a few moments, the Unknown pushes him back and turns around. Starr is standing right there, glaring at him with fury!
The Unknown stumbles back a few feet in shock, only to be caught with a spinning backfist. As the Unknown tries to catch his balance, Starr sends him to the mat with a headlock takedown, and follows that with a legdrop to the back of the neck. Starr waits as the man slowly climbs back to his feet, then kicks him in the stomach. Unknown bends over, and Jomich leans over, grabs him around the waist, then slowly lifts him up. He staggers under the huge man’s weight, but slowly gets him in position, and… piledriver!
Starr goes to the corner and crouches down, hands on his knees, waiting for the downed beast of a man to get back up. After long moments, the Unknown rolls over, grabs the ropes and shakily pulls himself to his feet. Starr yells at him.
Starr: You say you wrestled my father? This should feel really familiar to you then!
Jomich runs a few steps, drops into a forward roll, then to a forceful handstand with the heels of his feet catching the Unknown right in the forehead. Starrkick! The large wrestler is knocked off his feet and lands on his back, unmoving. Starr drops for the cover!
1!
2!
Three! Pinfall!
The referee raises Starr’s hand in victory, but the weary grappler looks none too happy. AC/DC again starts to play, but he points to the speaker and shakes his head, quickly running a thumb over his throat. The music cuts out. He climbs out of the ring, goes to the announcers’ table, and motions for a microphone.
Starr: I’m disgusted with myself. The Unknown is powerful, sure, but he’s a middle-aged man, and slow. I should have won without too much of a problem, but I would have lost if I didn’t get lucky and my foot hadn’t landed under the rope. If I had that much problem against him, I’m really going to have to up my game against the elite wrestlers in the IIW. I promise all of you in the audience that I’m going to do nothing but train between now and Mayhem, and win or lose, I’m going to give it everything I have!
Jomich hands the microphone back to the announcer and walks down the aisle. The view fades to black as he steps through the curtains.
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