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Post by Y2 F'n J on Aug 26, 2014 1:34:00 GMT -5
Titan City, the dark and gritty cesspool that is ruled under the iron fist of the McMahon-Helmsley Alliance. In a world of super powered individuals, Titan City has been a beacon for these enhanced beings. McMahon's reign was solidified after a grueling, bloody war against the Turner Regime turned in Vince's favor. Now, all these years later, a revolution is brewing.
NOTABLE PLAYERS IN THE WAR-
The McMahon-Helmsley Alliance- "The Authority"- Vince McMahon, Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley, and King Triple H
CM Punk- A man held down by the Authority all too often, he has begun the stirrings of war.
Daniel Bryan- Very much the same reasons as previous. Daniel was the first man Punk went to, so they could begin the revolution.
John Cena- A once prominent cop on the force, gifted with superhuman strength, he was wrongly accused of several crimes by the Authority. While public opinion is split on him, he is a valuable addition to the Resistance.
Randy Orton- An extremely valuable edition to The Authority. Orton is currently the D.A, and is vying for the vacant Mayor spot.
The Shield- Roman Reigns and Dean Ambrose. Once a three man group, they were employed by the Authority as mercenaries to take those who spoke out, out of commission. Once they realized the true nature of the Authority, they broke away- but one of their own, Seth Rollins, turned on them and went back to the Authority. They now work with the Resistance.
The Undertaker- A near-mythical being. He is a scientific anomaly, having been born with incredibly and otherworldly powers. He is rarely seen, and has taken no part in the the "war". His brother Kane, also born with incredible abilities, has disappeared completely, due to mysterious circumstances.
The Miz- Once a "soldier" for the Authority, Miz has changed sides. He runs a broadcast called "Miz TV", which hacks into the regular broadcasted channels approved by the Authority. The channel gives the "real" news of Titan City.
The Rock- The Rock mysteriously disappeared several years ago after speaking out publicly against the Authority. He was one of the first victims of the authority.
There are others who are either fighting for freedom, or fighting for control.
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Y2 F'n J
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Post by Y2 F'n J on Aug 26, 2014 1:37:46 GMT -5
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Post by Y2 F'n J on Aug 26, 2014 1:38:05 GMT -5
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Post by Red Dragon on Aug 26, 2014 6:35:22 GMT -5
Interesting. Wonder where you'll go from here. Keep it up.
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Post by The Kevstaaa on Aug 26, 2014 15:42:20 GMT -5
This is different. I like different. I like this setup. I'll be reading.
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Post by Y2 F'n J on Aug 29, 2014 22:43:10 GMT -5
Two Days
His tower overlooks the entirety of Titan City,and even farther into the distance; the thickly forested lands of the South; in the West, three inactive volcanoes; the East, only desert; and the North, even more barren desert. Within his office, there wasn't much in the way of decorations; the only object really in the room was the long, black, highly polished table. Vince McMahon sat in the North seat.
He was sipping his coffee, eyes scanning the city, as if he'd be able to see anything other than rooftops. He was waiting, waiting for that one incident that would really spark the war. He was waiting for the Resistance to make their move.
When the door opened, his expression changed to that of annoyance.
"Mr. McMahon." It was Hunter Hearst Helmsley, King. "I have some news you might find... interesting. Two of our more standout Correctors in training were seemingly abducted."
Hunter laid down two pictures, indicating each name.
"Balór, Owens. Bright futures. We have our best people investigating, but they've vanished nearly without a trace."
Vince stared at the pictures; his automatic reaction was that this was the work of the Resistance, but it wasn't like them. They'd leave a blatant sign. They would have hacked the televisions by now. But nothing.
"Other news?" Vince asked.
"It would seem a vandalized Titan City van was discovered. The... the uh, spray paint on it said "3:16"."
"I thought he was taken out of commission!" McMahon shouted. Hunter didn't flinch.
"We're investigating this as well. Last piece of news I have. The project is in the final stages now. Our weapon will be able to take out the Resistance before they do any lasting damage."
"If war breaks out Hunter.... it will be worse than the war with the Turners."
"I'm aware. The weapon will be fully ready within one month."
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The bunker was shielded from nearly everything. The Authority was totally unaware of it's existence, as the Turners had once had nearly infinite money and had the best state of the art tech installed. The technology still held up extremely well after 15 plus years of no use. CM Punk was roaming about the bunker; makeshift dividing walls for the beds; past the beds, doors on either side led to kitchens and bathrooms and showers; past that, rows of computers, almost always totally manned, extended nearly out of site.
Along the way were little areas for misc. equipment. Almost everyone was asleep. Punk noticed a few people at computers; Chris Jericho, the "Codebreaker", didn't even notice the leader of the Resistance; Jericho was looking for any faults in any important Authority programming, and listing it all for use later. Edge was on a video chat with his wife, whom he had move when he realized a potentially big war was coming.
The last person was Ambrose. When he noticed Punk, he stopped typing, and minimized the screen.
"Awful nosy, aren't we?" Dean said with a sneer. Punk resisted the urge to slap Dean.
"What are you doing that's so secretive?" CM asked, taking a step closer. Ambrose stood from his chair, walking close to Punk.
"It's none of your business, Punk." Ambrose snarled. Punk contemplated smashing Dean's skull in, but that wouldn't help the Resistance. Dean continued.
"Don't walk around like you own this place. All you've done is order everyone around and provide the voices for the hacking videos. You're nothing to the Resistance. You might be the face, but Daniel is the spine." Now Punk's mind was beginning to rationalize kicking Dean's ass.
"You wanna go to sleep, kid?" Punk demanded, getting close to Dean's face. Before a fight truly broke out, Punk and Ambrose were suddenly pulled away from each other.
Jericho and Edge had heard the commotion.
"Is there a problem?" Edge asked, letting go of Ambrose and walking in between the two.
"No, no problem at all." Ambrose said, maintaining eye contact with Punk, then walking away.
"Is everything OK?" Jericho asked.
"Yeah, yeah, everything's fine. Don't worry about it." Punk dismissed. Jericho walked back to his computer.
"Well, when's the Take Back the City rally?" Edge asked. Punk thought for a moment.
"Daniel and I think it should happen in two days. Enough time for us to get the word out and getting ready."
Edge nodded, and walked back to his computer. Punk had promised the Rally would end the war before it even began.
Before he could go to bed, Punk's curiosity overtook him. He went to the computer Ambrose had been using. Whatever the lunatic had been on, he hadn't closed. Punk clicked on the bar to bring it up. It was an email to an anonymous person.
"Thanks for clearing it up. It's a weight of my chest. Now I don't have to worry about them making any discoveries."
Punk clicked send, closed down the page, and sat in the chair. Ambrose was a spy.
Of course.
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Post by nouratef on Aug 29, 2014 23:48:38 GMT -5
nice story, i like it, i wanna see more chapters of it, and where's Kane, shouldn't he be a part of the Authority, why did you say he disappeared
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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2014 2:52:05 GMT -5
nice story, i like it, i wanna see more chapters of it, and where's Kane, shouldn't he be a part of the Authority, why did you say he disappeared He's based the diary off of the WWE Superstars comics.
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Y2 F'n J
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Post by Y2 F'n J on Sept 12, 2016 0:03:35 GMT -5
CHAPTER 2
The mist began about three miles into the North desert. There were rumors of why it existed; scientific explanations were thrown about, but no one truly knew what the reason was for the mists existence. And no one could explain the crippling fear that overcame them every time they approached the edge of the mist, no matter who they were.
Titan Tower is the tallest building in Titan City; most citizens agree it was built so tall because Mr. McMahon had to assert his superiority.
Only Vince knew the real reason.
He was staring at the real reason now. Looking out of the window facing North, Vince could see the mist. And far in the distance, he could see a pillar of mist rising into the sky. He knew what was inside that pillar of mist.
Thunder crackled in the sky; Vince stood suddenly, and pressed a button on his table; a panel opened up in the ceiling and a ladder dropped down. Vince climbed it steadily, face stoic; he had business to attend to. The wind had picked up, the cool air whipping his suit jacket around. The sky lit up with lightning.
Vince didn't fear lightning. Not anymore.
Thunder rumbled, even louder this time; Vince felt the sleek metal beneath him shake. Lightning flashed again.
He stood before Vince.
His robes shimmered in an incomprehensible way; the skulls of some demonic looking horned creature adorned the shoulders; the hood was drawn up over his head, but the violet irises glowed brilliantly through the shadow.
"You called. Here I am." His voice rumbled, and Vince felt fear creeping along his flesh; but Vince refused to show it.
"The war is beginning. I don't...." Vince chose his words carefully. "There are plans-"
"The weapon." The reaper interrupted him. "I know of it."
Of course he does, Vince thinks to himself.
"Heyman is confident.... but we fear it is uncontrollable. Its power source is unstable. The testing phases for it never worked out. Warrior never did tell us how to properly control it."
Undertaker sneered and lightning flashed.
"You fear not for the safety of the people you represent, but for the safety of yourself. I will not help you in this war. It doesn't matter to me. I'll come for all of your souls regardless."
The Undertaker's eyes rolled up until there were only the whites visible, and lightning flashed once more.
He was gone.
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Punk couldn't sleep.
His bed was comfortable, yeah, and he felt exhausted, but he just couldn't drift off.
With a frustrated sigh, he sat up, and began a walk through the bunker yet again.
He was bothered by the email Ambrose had left behind. How could Ambrose be a spy? After everything Ambrose had done- turning his back on the Authority, breaking Hunter's arm in a bar room brawl, tying Seth Rollins to the bumper of a car by his knee and speeding around the streets of Titan City, a move which put Rollins out of commission for many months. Rollins was still recovering.
Sure, Punk and Ambrose never got along, but Punk held a huge amount of respect for Dean. He was a fighter. He could get dirty and go punch for punch with the best of them.
After all of that, why would Dean betray them?
Punk sat on a lone chair in an empty part of the bunker. In two days, they would stage their biggest show of force. But Punk could feel the cracks. He was terrified that they would crumble well before any of that could happen.
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John Cena wondered how long this whole process would take.
Punk had told him the rendezvous with the mystery benefactor would be right here; in the abandoned parking lot of Brogue Kick Saloon. Cena had pulled up in an old red Mustang, as previously agreed. It was 2:30 AM. Still not a person in sight!
John was sitting on the hood of his car, getting more and more frustrated by minute- and then he felt it. A presence.
Enhanced senses came with his enhanced strength, which had made him a valuable asset to the police force. Now it helped when he was being sneak attacked.
He turned just as the taser fired.
He could feel the electricity pulsing into his chest, but it didn't affect him. He noted the man firing was one of McMahon's Correctors. Or, as Punk had taken to calling them, McMahon's Stooges.
Cena sent the soldier flying backwards with a punch; then he was swarmed.
Cena could take care of the soldiers easily, but he knew he could get tired out if there were a lot. And it seemed like the whole damn force was here.
Cena heard a gun cock, and he turned and shattered the hand holding it just in time. The man's agonizing screams made John wince.
The hesitation cost him.
He felt his right knee bend inwards to the left; he heard the crunch of bones shattering; he felt the pain then. He crumpled to the ground, the pain overwhelming him.
Hunter Hearst Helmsley stood over him, holding a bloodstained sledgehammer.
"Game over." Hunter growled.
A soldier loaded an injection gun with clear liquid and stuck the needle point into Cena's neck.
John yelled out as he felt the liquid burn through his veins; he lost consciousness quickly.
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Hunter stared down at John's unconscious body; he shook his head, before pulling out his cell phone and calling Vince.
"We have Cena, sir."
"Alive?" Vince asked quickly. He sounded more subdued than Hunter was used to. Less intense.
"Yes boss."
"Get him to Heyman. We only have two days to figure out his enhancements."
Hunter hung up and slipped the phone back into his pocket. He looked down at Cena; he questioned why the man had to be alive. One hit from the sledgehammer....
"Sir, are we good to move him?" One of the soldiers interrupted his train of thought. Hunter nodded.
"Take him to Paul's laboratory, and quick."
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Post by Mike Bockwinkel on Sept 12, 2016 22:02:06 GMT -5
And here I thought I had gaps between updates
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Post by Y2 F'n J on Sept 13, 2016 19:24:12 GMT -5
Daniel was watching over today's production closely; it was the most important broadcast in Resistance history. They couldn't be interrupted.
Jericho was a genius at his job; he was broadcasting, cutting off the Titan City Authority's scheduled programming, all while drinking a cup of coffee and chatting up with some of the guys and girls. Daniel couldn't help but smile. It's the little things that matter.
Punk had already recorded his speech; the intent to march onto the city in two days; the fact they planned this to be a peaceful protest but they weren't afraid to push back.
It would surely be spun into a terrorist threat by the Authority. Daniel would be lying if he said it didn't bother him. He wanted this to end without fighting, but the way things were going, fighting would be inevitable.
Jericho chuckled at a quip Heath Slater made, before typing a command into the computer.
"And the message is out. Congratulations, men. We're terrorists." Jericho said.
Daniel knew it was meant as a joke, but it struck a bit close to home for him. They must really be terrorists now.
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Vince stares at the body strapped to the table in front of him. John was still in a state of unconsciousness; his healing factor was taking care of his knee, once the doctors had set everything and ensured the bones were in the right places to reconnect; in no time, he would come to.
Vince thought back to when he'd first met John. One of the first recruits in the Enhanced Human Division. One of the first experiments with Warrior's artifact. Cena showed the most promise, and all through the tests kept a good humor; hell, even Vince warmed up to him at a point. John was a good man who wanted to help Titan City, and Vince respected that.
But now Cena was out of line. His perspective was twisted. Heyman would correct it. Heyman always corrected it.
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AJ Styles cut the foliage back with his machete, letting out a frustrated sigh. He was tired, he was sweaty, and his companion, Samoa Joe, wouldn't stop talking.
"All damn day walking through this forest- that map isn't telling us shi-"
"Joe..." AJ said tiredly, stopping midstep and turning to his friend. "You really need to shut the hell up, for me, please?"
Joe looked quite angry after that, but AJ couldn't care less at this point. He just focused on walking further.
Eventually they came to what seemed to be a literal wall of dense foliage. AJ whacked at it with the machete, clearing it away. He stepped through, and saw a clearing. Within that clearing was a massive temple- AJ had to think for a moment, but he believed them to be called teocalli. A massive golden disk sat on top, sunlight glinting off of it almost blindingly; he could still see every detail- the Aztec sunstone was replicated perfectly in its gold surface.
"The Lucha Temple." AJ said in awe; Joe was in the same state.
"Well, let's go then. We have a meeting." AJ said, slipping the machete into a sheath on his side. They began the walk.
Really, it wasn't the walk that was so daunting; it was the many stairs leading to the entrance to the temple that bothered AJ. They began the walk anyways.
AJ didn't know what he was expecting when he came to the entrance; a part of him was dreading that there would be nothing, just an empty temple. His fears were for naught; he and Joe came upon a man kneeling before a golden statue of two brothers.
"Rey Mysterio?" AJ said in a low voice.
The man got to his feet before AJ could react; a sword was pointed at his throat, the wicked silver blade seemingly glowing with a pulsing purple energy.
"Who are you?" Rey demanded. Joe moved forward but AJ put out a hand to stop him.
"We couldn't fight him, Joe. This is the Sword of Guerrero. There's no fighting a wielder....."
"I asked you. Who are you?" Rey demanded yet again; AJ swore he could feel the energy emanating from the sword at his throat, almost like a cold wind.
"We- we've been sent by CM Punk. We're from Titan City, okay? Punk needs the greatest warriors in the world. There is a war brewing."
"And he wishes for me to join?" Rey's eyes narrowed. The question was more to himself than to AJ. "It's McMahon, isn't it? He still rules with an iron fist?"
"Yes, and we've become sick of it." Joe said, perhaps a bit too intensely. Rey considered for a moment, before sheathing the sword on his back.
"I will join this resistance. It would be my honor to bring down the McMahon regime."
AJ breathed out a sigh of relief; it was nice to not have a sword at his throat. Rey excused himself to make a final prayer tithe statue, while AJ called Punk.
"We have Rey Mysterio. He seems to dislike McMahon just as much as us."
"He'll be valuable to us." AJ could hear the relief in Punk's voice. "Send your location and I'll send Roman with the plane. I got one more destination for you guys." AJ flinched at that. Getting to Rey was hard enough. Now they had to convince yet another myth to join them?
"There's a settlement back east in the plains several miles away. These are the poverty stricken people that escaped before the Resistance was even an idea... there are rumors of a gunslinger that defends the settlement from the soldiers that McMahon sends."
"He's fought off McMahon's Correctors?" AJ said incredulously.
"That's why I think we need him. The locals have taken to calling him Cactus Jack."
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Randy Orton absolutely despised Paul Heyman, but today he couldn't be happier. Paul Heyman was overseeing his team of scientists as they worked over the man strapped to the table.
Orton smirked as he saw the man; John Cena. Randy had waited years for this; Cena, captured! Cena, at the Authority's mercy.
However, Orton wasn't here for Cena.
"It's accelerating." He said to Paul once the office door was closed and Heyman had handed him a glass of whiskey. "The pain subsided, but it's spreading so rapidly. Almost an hourly pace." Randy set the glass down, and pulled up the sleeve of his dress shirt, revealing glowing green veins spider webbing up his left arm. Paul's eyes widened.
"Have you been taking the pills?" He demanded.
"Yes, on the exact damn schedule. You need to cure this, Paul!" Randy demanded.
"I've tried everything, Randy! We've isolated the enhancer from John's blood, but we don't know the effect it could have on you! For all we know, it could mutate you further-"
Orton's head twitched and twisted to the side and he growled.
"Get it ready for tomorrow, Paul! I can't stand this anymore. I can't be a mayor if I'm like one of them." Randy finished his statement with so much venom in his voice it made Paul flinch.
Randy downed the rest of his whiskey and walked out of the office. Paul sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger.
He hated ultimatums.
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Punk looked around the surrounding area; it was clear. Titan Tower loomed in the distance, a tall dark pillar against the sky.
On his left, Paige and Daniel Bryan stood, watchful. On his right, Big Show was staring at the city on the horizon. The brute was prepared for any sign of attack. It was dangerous for Bryan and Punk to be out, and they definitely should not have been. But Punk knew they had to meet the newest additions to the Resistance in person.
The helicopter finally approached, and Punk was more paranoid by the second. What if a missile was launched and the helicopter exploded? What if a sniper took them all out?
AJ Styles and Samoa Joe stepped out, followed by the two men Punk had been hoping would join up.
Rey Mysterio was a legend; a true warrior who served the house of Guerrero. Now he served as a like warrior.
Cactus Jack was also a legend; a nomadic gunslinger who protected the innocent and punished the evil. However, when he stepped out, he offered Punk a kind smile.
"You've done good work, Punk. And you two, Daniel. I'll be honored to fight alongside you both."
"I am honored as well." Mysterio added. Punk smirked.
"You've both got a lot to catch up on. Let's go."
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