Post by strousem09 on Jul 22, 2021 21:37:51 GMT -5
June 2021
Detroit, MI
6:00 p.m.
A burly man is seen jogging through downtown Detroit at sunset, hidden away in baggy street casuals, kept reserved and focused on his jog. Slowing to a brisk walk after a few blocks, he swiftly makes a turn down an alley. Back in the alleyway is a little gym/club hybrid tucked behind everything. He tapes his fists up and a bouncer up front lets him in. Inside a few tough looking guys stand around shadow boxing punching bags or having a drink, with a few people taking notice of the man and stepping aside for him, and in the very middle of the room is a large empty lot of the floor reserved for seemingly nothing. The burly man walks up to a counter, and writes down his name on a sheet of paper resembling a reserved list and walks away towards the center of the room, taking off his jacket, leaving the clerk with a confused expression on his face, before a smirk appears. He rings a bell to grab everyone’s attention, and they all look around.
“A NEW COMPETITOR HAS ARRIVED!” says the clerk over the PA system, “an open fight challenge is being held right now in ‘The Circle’!”
One guy, a little shorter than the burly man, but with a bit of size, steps forward with a confident grin on his face, the rest of the gym forming The Circle around them. The clerk rings the bell again to signal the start of the fight. The shorter guy gets a few licks in but it doesn’t take long for the tides to turn. The larger man grabs his opponents fist, wrenches it under, and drops him with a stiff lariat before grabbing his arm, picking him back up, and delivering another one just as stiff if not somehow more so, before finally chucking him out of The Circle.
“Any more takers?” the clerk, now acting as an announcer, asks as the man stands stout in the middle.
Another guy who’s actually as big as the man and even has an inch or two on him steps up, but it’s pretty much the same exact story albeit a little more competitive, this time ending with the big man getting knocked back before charging in with a HUGE spear, knocking all the wind out of his foe immediately, grabbing him by the arm and lifting him into a massive spinning side slam, finally tossing him from The Circle.
The announcer continues to rile up the surrounding crowd and asks, “is there ANYONE who thinks they can stop this man?”
Finally a third guy who definitely has a Napoleon Complex gets up on his toes and right into the man’s face. Needless to say he doesn’t last very long. A big headbutt to humble him, another lariat to follow, and another huge sideslam just to show off, but he doesn’t stop there. The man picks the little guy up for a powerbomb, and chucks him out of The Circle into the other guys he just beat!
“WILL ANYONE ELSE STEP UP TO THIS MAN??” rings the announcer from the desk. With nobody else stepping up and most of the remaining crowd cheering on the man, he is announced the “winner”.
“What’s my name?” the burly man closely prompts the clerk, the only words he’s spoken. The clerk firmly announces the man’s name as: “SOMETHING!”. The crowd looks around, confused at the man’s unusual surname at first before SOMETHING shouts to the crowd this time, “WHAT’S MY NAME!?”, getting a meager reaction before he goes back and forth with the crowd, getting them at least partially on his side.
A balding man wearing steel aviators and a sleek looking suit is seen standing in the corner of the room before sneaking out. He pulls up a phone and calls a contact by the name of ‘Ted’. The man known as SOMETHING walks out of the bar, undoing the tape on his fists, zipping his jacket back up, and walks past the suited man, almost right into a nondescript masked guy handing out flyers. He takes one look at the flyer before the suited guy jumps up behind him.
“Hey! I’m Do-”
SOMETHING wraps him up by the collar, not expecting him to be behind him, before letting him go.
“Woah there, big guy. Like I was saying, my name is Don Callis, I’m sure you’ve heard of me, I know I’ve seen you around. Well I’m a representative of this new wrestling company that I think you’d be the perfect fit to join, here’s my number, give me a call.” Don slips him a contact card and SOMETHING walks off.
“Hey kid, give me one of those damn flyers.”
After taking a long look at it, he dials the same “Ted” contact, the only words heard are “Teddy, you won’t believe it, but I think I’ve already got a match for ya.”
SOMETHING walks further down the block, both slips of paper in hand, with a smirk on his face as he walks on.
Detroit, MI
6:00 p.m.
A burly man is seen jogging through downtown Detroit at sunset, hidden away in baggy street casuals, kept reserved and focused on his jog. Slowing to a brisk walk after a few blocks, he swiftly makes a turn down an alley. Back in the alleyway is a little gym/club hybrid tucked behind everything. He tapes his fists up and a bouncer up front lets him in. Inside a few tough looking guys stand around shadow boxing punching bags or having a drink, with a few people taking notice of the man and stepping aside for him, and in the very middle of the room is a large empty lot of the floor reserved for seemingly nothing. The burly man walks up to a counter, and writes down his name on a sheet of paper resembling a reserved list and walks away towards the center of the room, taking off his jacket, leaving the clerk with a confused expression on his face, before a smirk appears. He rings a bell to grab everyone’s attention, and they all look around.
“A NEW COMPETITOR HAS ARRIVED!” says the clerk over the PA system, “an open fight challenge is being held right now in ‘The Circle’!”
One guy, a little shorter than the burly man, but with a bit of size, steps forward with a confident grin on his face, the rest of the gym forming The Circle around them. The clerk rings the bell again to signal the start of the fight. The shorter guy gets a few licks in but it doesn’t take long for the tides to turn. The larger man grabs his opponents fist, wrenches it under, and drops him with a stiff lariat before grabbing his arm, picking him back up, and delivering another one just as stiff if not somehow more so, before finally chucking him out of The Circle.
“Any more takers?” the clerk, now acting as an announcer, asks as the man stands stout in the middle.
Another guy who’s actually as big as the man and even has an inch or two on him steps up, but it’s pretty much the same exact story albeit a little more competitive, this time ending with the big man getting knocked back before charging in with a HUGE spear, knocking all the wind out of his foe immediately, grabbing him by the arm and lifting him into a massive spinning side slam, finally tossing him from The Circle.
The announcer continues to rile up the surrounding crowd and asks, “is there ANYONE who thinks they can stop this man?”
Finally a third guy who definitely has a Napoleon Complex gets up on his toes and right into the man’s face. Needless to say he doesn’t last very long. A big headbutt to humble him, another lariat to follow, and another huge sideslam just to show off, but he doesn’t stop there. The man picks the little guy up for a powerbomb, and chucks him out of The Circle into the other guys he just beat!
“WILL ANYONE ELSE STEP UP TO THIS MAN??” rings the announcer from the desk. With nobody else stepping up and most of the remaining crowd cheering on the man, he is announced the “winner”.
“What’s my name?” the burly man closely prompts the clerk, the only words he’s spoken. The clerk firmly announces the man’s name as: “SOMETHING!”. The crowd looks around, confused at the man’s unusual surname at first before SOMETHING shouts to the crowd this time, “WHAT’S MY NAME!?”, getting a meager reaction before he goes back and forth with the crowd, getting them at least partially on his side.
A balding man wearing steel aviators and a sleek looking suit is seen standing in the corner of the room before sneaking out. He pulls up a phone and calls a contact by the name of ‘Ted’. The man known as SOMETHING walks out of the bar, undoing the tape on his fists, zipping his jacket back up, and walks past the suited man, almost right into a nondescript masked guy handing out flyers. He takes one look at the flyer before the suited guy jumps up behind him.
“Hey! I’m Do-”
SOMETHING wraps him up by the collar, not expecting him to be behind him, before letting him go.
“Woah there, big guy. Like I was saying, my name is Don Callis, I’m sure you’ve heard of me, I know I’ve seen you around. Well I’m a representative of this new wrestling company that I think you’d be the perfect fit to join, here’s my number, give me a call.” Don slips him a contact card and SOMETHING walks off.
“Hey kid, give me one of those damn flyers.”
After taking a long look at it, he dials the same “Ted” contact, the only words heard are “Teddy, you won’t believe it, but I think I’ve already got a match for ya.”
SOMETHING walks further down the block, both slips of paper in hand, with a smirk on his face as he walks on.