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"Purebred Pride" ooc: Well this was some pure poop Lol. Trying to get back used to this and I hate debuts.
They say silence is golden and on another hand it could be the best medicine for revenge. There has always been a certain mystique in being quiet when looking to get someone back. In this young man's case neither of those points are valid. Being out of the ring for the last three years can certainly hurt a career. You're lost and forgotten. No one wants to sign you because they don't know your credentials or what you're made of. Luckily, Bayou Championship Wrestling has found it in their heart to hire a man of Sean Aries's stature. Debonair, cunning, suave, focused, and hungry. The list goes on, but we will stop there. It's safe to say the time has come to build again. That dynasty that was started is going to grow from here on out.
[off camera]
We begin our dealings of dynasty to be in a dimly lit room with only a bit of sun shining in from a window across the other side of the room, so it doesn't help. From what you can see, the outline of the room are pictures hung of famous legends framed that paved the way before guys like Sean Aries. The rest of the room is pampered very well, great interior, vintage furniture, the whole nine. Foot steps can be heard coming towards the room.
Male Voice
"You really think you're ready for this again? It's a reason I retired."
Sean Aries⌘
"Hmm. Funny Michael. You call it retirement, I call it quitting my brother. You have to in your stale age. You're a thing of the past and you have a son and a wife to attend to. I'll be fine without you knocking me down t try and get back up."
Michael Lawson
"Alright little brother whatever you say. There is nothing old about me though, I can give you a nice run for your money and sit your ass down if I really wanted to. We aren't going to get into all of that though. Where are you headed anyways?"
Sean Aries⌘
"Bayou Championship Wrestling. Apparently, I'm in a tournament to begin things off. I like the sound of that. Doesn't seem like it's that bad of a place. It's going to be a good way to get me re-established in the wrestling world. What better way to do it than to rush through this tournament and become the first Rebel Pride Champion. I'm aiming for first and only though."
Michael Lawson
"You want some pie with all that humbleness?"
Sean Aries⌘
"Oh I'm humble big brother. I know my talent and worth too. No man will stop me from what I want to do. You got that? I went out three years ago as a champion and I'm going to come back and be a champion. The stakes are way higher now and I'm the only one that decides my destiny. I wasn't the Golden Ace for no reason and now I've added more to my name and I will live up to that. Don't believe me, just watch me."
Michael Lawson
"And the other names are what? The lonely and desperate crusader? The wannabe comeback kid? I'm telling you that you're just a nobody. No one knows who or just what the hell a Sean Aries is. You think these guys really give two shits about who you are and where you come from... No. No, they don't. You might want to start rebuilding a legacy and putting your name out there other than living in the past trying to build on what is now buried and gone. You get nowhere like that, so you better get your head out of your ass and start looking towards the career you want, because you have to fight for it. Doing so will put you on the map and the name Sean Aries will live on the way you want it to and that my little brother is reality."
Sean Aries⌘
"Remind me to never call you if I need a pep talk. Even though you are right, but you have me all wrong bro. I'm living for now and come August 15th my ass is going to be in that ring and I am going to walk in there and advance in the tournament. Through hell and high water this is my time to make this career worthwhile. I'm just getting started and it's no stopping me from here."
The only thing he could do was aim to mean what he said. Easier said than done but it could be doable. Sean got the pep talk he needed from his brother and now it was take it however he wants. His head is in the game and now he needed to come forth and let people know things about him and how this tournament was going to go so he could let everyone be on notice that he was going to be crowned, his rightfully earned Rebel Pride Championship.
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Word gets around in a small town. When a new federation arises, news spread fast, and talent is scoped and people want to know what their intentions are. It's like a good version of paparazzi. At least with these people the stories won't get twisted and some bogus lies get printed in a tabloid. That's fake, but this business is real. REAL. All of that is beside the point, right now it was about the man of the hour Sean Aries. The cameras caught up with him after he had done a bit of training warming himself up for his opponent Eric Craven.
Sean Aries⌘
"Can I help you guys?"
There was a bit of odd eyeball exchanges and some whispered undertones. Sean cocked his left eyebrow as he proceeded to walk right pass the cameras but yet he is stopped again when he hears some unsettling comments. "Who is that guy again?"
Sean Aries⌘
"Seriously? I'm right here and I can hear you. If I'm not mistaken didn't you stop me? The nerve of you people." They begin to walk toward Sean. He snarls a bit "Don't come at me sticking your cameras in my face and not even know who I am. Yeah, so what. I haven't been around for three years and my name isn't known very well but... I'm not going to explain myself. You're here in my face because you heard that I signed with Bayou Championship Wrestling, even though you didn't know my name. That's fine and dandy, but we are here to talk about the Rebel Pride Championship right? This tournament I was placed in, against Eric Craven. Interesting bloke to say the least. Very 'extra' I must admit I admire that. He knows how to keep the attention of one and he got a little smirk out of me with his witty little jokes. Good thing I'm one to be here to win a championship instead of being a comedian. Here's a joke for you Craven. What's stale, insecure, and needs a hook line and sinker to be relevant again? Here's a hint the last part is career preceded by your first and last name. May seem a little harsh but don't make jokes at my expense. You see Eric, it's like you said you don't know me and I don't know you. Your background is pretty extensive and impressive trust me. It will be a little tough keeping up with you in that ring. The thing is you'll have to get through my extensive hardcore style as well. I can match you more than you think and well if it's one thing you were correct about it was how good I look. It takes time to create something that looks this great. I have to say I can't wait to match styles with you in the ring though. Should be a pretty impressive showing."
He clears his throat and adverts his attention back to his direction to walk away, but there is a tap on his shoulder. This had to continue.
Sean Aries⌘
"You want more? 'Kay then. Well since my time away, I've finished school but I got back into the ring to freshen up my skills and add a little of this and that to my repertoire. I have more of a hybrid style now just to match up with Craven. Hence why I have called myself now the Purebred Design of Wrestling. Someone that is going to work circles around anyone that steps in the ring with me. I'm a new breed and dare I say, rookie once again. This tournament will showcase all of this and it's going to show the most in the debut match. The Rebel Pride Championship is more like a shot at redemption and a gateway to the Southern States Championship. Sorry Craven but you're just going to be a little stepping stone for me. There isn't much that I can say about you, but you constantly boosting yourself doesn't sound like confidence to me. It seems more like an act of assurance. It seems you have to tell yourself how great you are just to believe it. Are you afraid no one is going to like you like your beloved Japanese fans and my natives. Speaking of that you would never make it as Prime Minister. I was born there but I reside in New York and have for majority of my life. Enough of me though, but seriously dude boasting about yourself isn't a good look and I nor these people we are going to entertain care about what happened in the past and why were gone for so long. Only difference between us is that you are a veteran. We both were out of the game for different reasons but we both have the same passion to get it back. I'm going to give it to you straight though Craven. You're a character and I'm glad you can handle yourself, but I'm relentless and I refuse to let you try and bully your way through this first round. Oh yeah and don't worry my New Yorkean side will find a way to keep the crocs away and I'll be having them for soup just like you. You can kiss your little want to begin again rise of a career goodbye. See you out there."
At that time he got what he wanted, a chance to walk away. He was sure of himself somewhat but it is going to take some time to get back to where he wants. All he knew was that it was time to get through this tournament. |
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Date Posted：08/15/2015 21:05 PMCopy HTML
"Purebred Pride ii"
First time jitters are the worse. It's like being a newborn horse and trying to walk for the first time but eventually you do it. Everyone has that goal to accomplish in their life and if the determination is right to do it and you have something to drive you to do it, you will. The Rebel Pride Championship is the drive for Sean Aries. The limelight is a bit dim right now, but at the right moment it could shine as bright as the North Star. Motivation is also key and once it's been broken it's hard to start back.
[on camera]
It's almost that time for the cameras to come to life for the first ever show for Bayou Championship Wrestling. Last Call Brawl was setting up to be something spectacular. A tournament, you have vixens battling. An epic main event, who would've thought you would get this much action on the first time around. Not to be biased but the match to see will be Sean Aries vs Eric Craven. These two guys are fighting for redemption, a second chance and it is going to be one hell of a fight. Speaking of fighting and shaping up our cameras come to life showing the dynasty in training doing a bit of stretching. Of course it wouldn't be Sean not to notice the cameras.He approached them ever so gracefully and with a smirk on his face.
Sean Aries⌘
"You don't have to say anything. I know what you're here for. You're here to get more insight on me for this match I have against Eric Craven right? Allow me to reintroduce myself, my name is, Sean Aries. Your next Rebel Pride Champion. Think I'm lying wait until you see me be the last one standing at the end of this thing. I've heard everything Mr. Craven had to say and he made a few valid points. We should be encountering each other later in the tournament since we have the same background to a certain extent. We have storied careers that are similar. The time we had with success, the time off, the pressure of coming back. A match for the ages is what this could be with the championship on the line. Like he said though, too bad it didn't happen that way and it is going to break my heart to watch him scratch and crawl back to being relevant again. If I could I would let you hop on my back and carry you to the finish line with me, but this is no team effort. This is about one thing between the both of us. This is about making an impact. We are getting a second chance to climb out of obscurity and do something no man has ever done before. We want to make those leaps and bounds and go above and beyond. Our time we had back then three years ago is something we want to surpass and be better than that. This next chapter is what is going to make or break us before we move onto chapter two. I feel bad your first chapter ends with a defeat from a guy who wants the same as you. I'm sorry Craven that you will not advance in this tournament. I'm taking my rightful spot in the next round and leaving you to worry about what's next. You are in the way of my shot at redemption and you are trying to interfere with my legacy and I can't progress until you are out of the way. Anytime I've ever had something in my way I've torn it down and went on. Always with the you can't do this and you'll never amount to this and I have proved people wrong time and time again. You are one of those people. No matter how many props you've given me, you know you want to see me fall just as quick as the next. I refuse to be your stepping stone to get your career back on track but you can gladly be mine. You waste too much time trying to pander to everyone while looking at the big picture. I just start off painting myself in the big picture with no guidance or support needed. Call me cocky for my own good all you want. What I am is a realist. I am the one guy who is going to show you better than I can tell you. Everyone seems to think you're taking me lightly. I can see that and I agree. Deny all you want, but deep inside you only deny because I am a threat to you. I like to be overlooked and I liked to be made fun of, that fuels that fire even more. You say I think you're joking too much and you're not serious, well when you show me otherwise, I'll think otherwise."
He took a minute to get his thoughts together and to calm down a bit from getting so worked up. There was a lot of pressure for this match and debuting in a new company and making a statement adds even more. It was show up or shut up time.
Sean Aries⌘
"The one thing that you have done to show me was train and train hard. Boy, if I had to hear you talk about that one more time I think I'd shoot myself. By as many times as you mentioned it you should pretty much have a school to teach others to be just like you. You could show them your ways Craven and show them how to outwrestle guys like me who you have to study just to try and get an upperhand. Why aren't you just natural with it? Or is that not one of your qualities to go along with that comedic charm that you have? I like to read my opponents in the ring with their mannerisms and learn their styles. You see just like you I can match up with you as well. I didn't have to dig into your backstory and find out how you fight... well one because you told us a thousand times... nor did I have to look up past matches. That's where I'm better than you, you may think you have me figured out but you have never wrestled anyone like me before like you think you have. When you think you have me figured out I change it up to something unorthodox that you won't see coming. Don't ever put me in a box and categorize me with the rest of the world that you have faced. The past is the past for a reason, but I'm here for the present and the future and the training I do now is far more strict and superb than before. I'll continue to keep you guessing and never let up once I have you right where I want you. Craven, you have to understand that the methods you're using don't work anymore. You can talk about how hard you train all day and being resourceful but you won't ever truly get the victory you want. You can take your different styles along with all the Japanese style you've learned and put them all in a book and tell us the story again and then shove it up your ass and hopefully it will make sense when you crap it out later. The thing is though you can't put sugar on it afterwards and call it a brownie. You're tired and played out already because you have nothing to say. The fact you have to keep telling everyone these things is more for you to reassure yourself that you can wrestle. That you know how to train and that you know how to make yourself look good but probably can't really pull your own weight. Yes, I'm coming for you hard because I see this charade. I see right through you Craven. You don't want to be left behind in revitalizing your career and you know that when I beat you, that you'll be left in the dust watching me succeed. Everyone is going to be tuning into this match to see us two guys who are coming back from years without wrestling scratch and claw our way back up the mountain. Sadly, the better man will be walking away. Not once did I have to mention a thousand times what I've done or what I'm doing to prepare for this match. It's simple. I go out there and I beat your ass and make you wish that you would not have come out of retirement. I think you're a jokester and I think you're a joke as well. Get yourself together and buckle down and get really serious for the wrath that is coming your way. Revitalize your career? Well with me I'll end it. Now there are the cold hard facts, Jack!"
Sean continues to pace himself back and forth around the cameras before taking a deep breath and letting it out. He lifted his right hand up in the air and extended his pointer finger and shook it a bit looking into the camera.
Sean Aries⌘
"If it makes you feel better Craven, you can set your camera up in your Craven-vision ringside to play your defeat back over and over so you can see just where you messed up at. So you can think of how to overcome this lost you're about you get so you don't make the same mistakes anymore. I don't plan on making any, because right now what I want more than anything is to be that guy, that number one guy. My struggle has always been hard and I'm sure I've had a longer road traveled than yours. I'm a lot more eager and I want this more than anything, you say you do, but your passion has fallen a bit that you only took a minute to be serious. You come off as an easy going guy who gets serious only when it counts, but who needs to take a lighter tone when you're doing business. In the boat that I'm in with wanting to be established the right way this time I have to stay on my P's and Q's and one step ahead of my opponents. That means you and everyone else in this tournament. My eyes are on the prize and I'm already at the finish line ready to tear the ribbon down. Go ahead and keep trying to bring me down Craven, it's only going to be bad for you in the end when I'm leaving you all in the smoke and in my rear view. Take my cockiness for a weakness and that's your mistake. The saying always goes fool me once, shame on you... fool me twice shame on me. But in this case you're the only fool and it will always be shame on you. So, you go ahead and be ready for me and be ready to impress the boss and these fans and hope to get something out of this. I'm not looking to impress anyone but myself. I am talented and I don't plan on losing and if you think that for a second you are going to be the one to put a dent in my plans well my friend you better start thinking otherwise. I'm hoping you don't give up after this. I don't want you to go away embarrassed because you'll realize that you just didn't have what it took to make it back into the big time. If you do though major props to me and a pat on my back. I'll send you a postcard while I'm celebrating in the Bahamas or somewhere else exotic. I'll be a fan of yours only after I'm successful. Maybe after the match I'll shake your hand or give you a pat on the head saying to you a 'atta boy. Maybe next time you'll get em. Just make sure you come with everything you say you're going to come with Craven, because this is the real deal and business. You just don't happen to be in these business plans of mine to the top. I'm going to enjoy this because my rise to be a dynasty is on and you're not going to stop that. The Purebred Design of Wrestling is alive and strong."
With that he turns away from the camera. He said what he had to say and he meant every word. This was going to be a battle and it was going to be a good one. Sean continued to prepare for the match as the cameras went away and faded to black. |
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