Post by DTP. on Aug 21, 2008 18:07:08 GMT -5
Okay, since I'm new, I've got a history for this guy. Here is two of my previous roleplays from half a year ago...I'll be continuing from here. Sorry if I broke the rules.
Part I
Part I
What Comes Around Goes Around: The Untouchable Saga Part I Of XV
The crack of dawn. Thursday 28th July, 2008. Usually a quiet time of day, when everybody is usually tucked up inside their relaxing beds, matresses or cardboard boxes. No spot of rain in sight, though the floor damp from the night prior. The sky slowly lighting up as the Sun preceeded in rising from among the chimney tops, though out of sight at this point in the morning. The only thing heard could be either the sound of the exhaust pipes on cars, the noise of the vehicles and birds chirping happily from high places, like a choir. A group of them sat over a shop of some sort, a shop selling beverages of the alcoholic kind. Though these happily singing birds were shooed away by a man being thrown right out of the door. The man slammed right against the brick wall and groaned as he hit the floor on his knees. The man collapsed backwards bending his legs backwards, slamming his hea against the pavement. The man wore a black leather jacket with cargo pants, but as his clenched fist bloomed open and his fingers hit the floor, a little card was shown within his grasp, regarding his I.D. for entering the bar, his thumb next to the words 'Daniel Tomlinson Pratt'. A bald man wearing a sleeveless leather jacket and black pants followed, with dark rings around his eyes, a cut on his upper lip and a limp in his walk.
"That oughta teach you about getting in people's business", the toughguy stereotype joked, kicking Daniel in the ribs and limping his way back inside the bar, slamming the fire exit door shut behind him. Daniel struggled to sit up right, laying flat on the hard concrete, only his head leaned up in almost a 90-degree angle. With blood trickling from beneath his fringe, trickling down his face getting in his eyes, mixing with the tears shed from the previous beatdown. With his short torn in a diagonal line hidden beneath his jacket and the blood staining his white shirt, also dripping onto the floor. He called for help, but his mouth quickly filled up with blood. With bloody tears in his eyes and anger as hot as two Suns, Daniel attempted to rise to his feet, using the short brick wall behind him to try and get him onto both feets, but as he got on one knee, his heart sank and he fell flat on his face on the concrete floor. Now lying in a puddle of blood, sweat and tears, Daniel awaited for his heart to give up. But instead, he just fell into a deep sleep...
Early morning, seven-thirty in the morning to be exact, the Sun was now coming over the rooftops, the sky now lightblue with the odd flock of birds flying overhead. A young girl, must of been aged eighteen, left her comfortable house dressed in a pink robe and all, walked out to her front lawn, a blue basket in hand full of laundry. She placed them on the floor for a second and checked through her mailbox, taking out several envelopes and reading them under her breath in murmur. She shuffled through them all one by one and placed them in her pocket, then returning her attention to putting the laundry out to dry. But as she turned her head to the house, she noticed something that caught her eye. Spread out on his front, layed a man with wet brown hair lying in a puddle across the street, she dropped the basket right there and ran slowly across the road, well she thought she was running fast but she seemed to have worn out when she even left the front yard for the sidewalk. She tripped on the sidewalk across the lonesome street, falling right on top of Daniel. He awoke, raising an eyelid as the girl got up off of him and looked into his black and cut eye.
"Are you okay?", she asked kindly, rubbing his forearm gently. Daniel opened his mouth but nothing came out only gibberish. His eyelid shut and his cheek hit the rough floor once again. The girl rolled him over, exposing a large scratch on his cheek presumably from the hard floor. She attempted to pick him up from his arm, dragging him onto his knees. She picked him up onto his feet from behind, almost like a waistlock. She put his arm around her neck and the two struggled back across the empty cult-de-sac and back into the house. She dropped him on the couch and nursed over him, immediately rushing into the kitchen and bringing the whole roll of tissue paper through. She attempted to stop the bleeding but it continued and continued to pour, luckily the girl's couch was leather black as well. She noticed the expressionless face Daniel had and went to call for an ambulance. As simple as that, five minutes later, the big white and black van appeared parked on the sidewalk in front of the house where two paramedics immediately rushed a stretcher through the gate and onto the path in the front lawn. The girl opened the door to them and they simply got him to the stretcher, got him all strapped down and carted him out the front door. They loaded him into the back and slammed the doors. But as the paramedics went to climb in, the girl spoke up. "I'd like to come along please", she said with a nervous smile on her face. The paramedics took a second and looked at each other before nodding their heads to her. She grinned and ran along despite her being dressed in her pink robe still.
She took a ride in the back with another paramedic, the medic trying to wipe the blood from his face, but the bumpy road made it difficult. Eventually when the bleeding had stopped, the only problem with it now was that the older blood had dried onto his face, all over. The medic was very quiet, as was the girl. Though the girl kept trying to fix her hair up in the tinted back windows of the ambulance. The siren made the ride more uncomfortable, but it was the quickest way to get to the hospital before anything else happened. The medic sat there after that, doing nothing to look into his 'Medic In Training' book, obviously showing that he was nothing but a fearsome intern. The girl noticed him groaning and mumbling something, but the girl rested her hand on his blood stained shirt and chest, trying to calm him down. "It's okay, it's okay", she said sweetly making him quiet once again.
He remained that way for the rest of the day. Daniel woke up countless hours later, in a lot of pain as he heard the beeping from a machine by one side, a stinging pain in his leg, ribs and felt his face, feeling a lot of bandages. He still couldn't talk well but he was suprised to see a cute brown haired young girl leaning her arms on the mattress beside him, weeping into the pink sleeves of her robe. He sat up and rested her hand gently against her head, eventually though she noticed him awake. She sat up, her eyes red from the tears from before. The two stared at each other for countless minutes and even though she had met him in his worst of times, she felt the urge to kiss him, and he felt the same. The two closed in but he feel back onto the bed, almost hanging off of the bed. She felt mildly saddened by this, but she placed his head on the pillow and hugged him. But exactly the second after she left his body's exterior with her warm prescense that the machine flatlined, alerting all doctors around the room to immediately come over. She stood up and placed her hands against her mouth, tears brewing up in her eyes, her trying to clench them shut and block out the emotion racing inside. They performed CPR, and it turned out that he was okay, but in the state of a deep sleep, not a coma.
"Mrs Tomlinson?", asked a nurse clad in pink scrubs, a clipboard in hand and glasses hanging off of the end of her nose, black curly hair hanging over her aged african-american face, "Sign these please".
"Oh, no, ma'am you've got a misunderstanding, I just found him in this state, my name's Lindsey, Lindsey Bagin, a little confusing I know", she said, trying to crack a wise joke. But the nurse remained with a straight face.
"Whatever", she said uncaringly. After a ten second pause, she repeated, "Sign these please". Lindsey nodded her head. But despite Daniel being in a deep sleep it seems like he heard her name ring through her mind. While Lindsey took a seat and began writing through the many sheets of paper with a blue biro pen, Daniel was in a fantasy...
It was nightfall inside the hospital. The IV hooked up to Daniel, beeping every two seconds or so as the room sat in darkness, empty with nobody around him. But Daniel had the urgency to reach up and use the toilet facility. He sat up and dragged his IV around with him in search of a toilet he had no idea was at. He broke off his IV carriage and kicked it on its side onto the floor, before heading over to the cabinet. He took out a bottle of painkillers and poured them into his mouth before washing them down with the cold water of a randomly placed sink in the corner. He felt dizzy but felt no need for the toilet any longer, but the pills made him feel so good, alive and gave him the boost he needed. But everything he tried to touch just disappeared or shuffled around the room. He lost balance, his heart raced as everything he saw spiralled around until it was a complete blurr. He tripped over his knocked down IV and accidentally broke through the glass door. The lights dim red as it grows misty in the next room, he clenches his heart as he falls on his knees, the noise of the flatliner ringing louder than usual, also collapsing onto the floor. He clenches his heart as Lindsey runs for him from the distance ahead, sliding onto her knees as the two enjoy a passionate kiss right there as all signs of life in Daniel disappear, Lindsey crying profusely over his death.
Back in reality, however, it was just Daniel slipping away again as his dream stopped with a doctor slamming his fists into his chest, shaking him up and down. Eventually Daniel finally breathes as Lindsey looks on from beyond the dozen hospital employees already in the room. Daniel, finally stable and breathing shows the employees that their work is done as they all leave as though nothing happened and Lindsey walks closer to the bed.
"Hi", says Daniel, a little lost for words.
"Hi, my name is Lindsey", responds Lindsey, introducing herself.
"I know, I heard about you in my dreams"...
The crack of dawn. Thursday 28th July, 2008. Usually a quiet time of day, when everybody is usually tucked up inside their relaxing beds, matresses or cardboard boxes. No spot of rain in sight, though the floor damp from the night prior. The sky slowly lighting up as the Sun preceeded in rising from among the chimney tops, though out of sight at this point in the morning. The only thing heard could be either the sound of the exhaust pipes on cars, the noise of the vehicles and birds chirping happily from high places, like a choir. A group of them sat over a shop of some sort, a shop selling beverages of the alcoholic kind. Though these happily singing birds were shooed away by a man being thrown right out of the door. The man slammed right against the brick wall and groaned as he hit the floor on his knees. The man collapsed backwards bending his legs backwards, slamming his hea against the pavement. The man wore a black leather jacket with cargo pants, but as his clenched fist bloomed open and his fingers hit the floor, a little card was shown within his grasp, regarding his I.D. for entering the bar, his thumb next to the words 'Daniel Tomlinson Pratt'. A bald man wearing a sleeveless leather jacket and black pants followed, with dark rings around his eyes, a cut on his upper lip and a limp in his walk.
"That oughta teach you about getting in people's business", the toughguy stereotype joked, kicking Daniel in the ribs and limping his way back inside the bar, slamming the fire exit door shut behind him. Daniel struggled to sit up right, laying flat on the hard concrete, only his head leaned up in almost a 90-degree angle. With blood trickling from beneath his fringe, trickling down his face getting in his eyes, mixing with the tears shed from the previous beatdown. With his short torn in a diagonal line hidden beneath his jacket and the blood staining his white shirt, also dripping onto the floor. He called for help, but his mouth quickly filled up with blood. With bloody tears in his eyes and anger as hot as two Suns, Daniel attempted to rise to his feet, using the short brick wall behind him to try and get him onto both feets, but as he got on one knee, his heart sank and he fell flat on his face on the concrete floor. Now lying in a puddle of blood, sweat and tears, Daniel awaited for his heart to give up. But instead, he just fell into a deep sleep...
Early morning, seven-thirty in the morning to be exact, the Sun was now coming over the rooftops, the sky now lightblue with the odd flock of birds flying overhead. A young girl, must of been aged eighteen, left her comfortable house dressed in a pink robe and all, walked out to her front lawn, a blue basket in hand full of laundry. She placed them on the floor for a second and checked through her mailbox, taking out several envelopes and reading them under her breath in murmur. She shuffled through them all one by one and placed them in her pocket, then returning her attention to putting the laundry out to dry. But as she turned her head to the house, she noticed something that caught her eye. Spread out on his front, layed a man with wet brown hair lying in a puddle across the street, she dropped the basket right there and ran slowly across the road, well she thought she was running fast but she seemed to have worn out when she even left the front yard for the sidewalk. She tripped on the sidewalk across the lonesome street, falling right on top of Daniel. He awoke, raising an eyelid as the girl got up off of him and looked into his black and cut eye.
"Are you okay?", she asked kindly, rubbing his forearm gently. Daniel opened his mouth but nothing came out only gibberish. His eyelid shut and his cheek hit the rough floor once again. The girl rolled him over, exposing a large scratch on his cheek presumably from the hard floor. She attempted to pick him up from his arm, dragging him onto his knees. She picked him up onto his feet from behind, almost like a waistlock. She put his arm around her neck and the two struggled back across the empty cult-de-sac and back into the house. She dropped him on the couch and nursed over him, immediately rushing into the kitchen and bringing the whole roll of tissue paper through. She attempted to stop the bleeding but it continued and continued to pour, luckily the girl's couch was leather black as well. She noticed the expressionless face Daniel had and went to call for an ambulance. As simple as that, five minutes later, the big white and black van appeared parked on the sidewalk in front of the house where two paramedics immediately rushed a stretcher through the gate and onto the path in the front lawn. The girl opened the door to them and they simply got him to the stretcher, got him all strapped down and carted him out the front door. They loaded him into the back and slammed the doors. But as the paramedics went to climb in, the girl spoke up. "I'd like to come along please", she said with a nervous smile on her face. The paramedics took a second and looked at each other before nodding their heads to her. She grinned and ran along despite her being dressed in her pink robe still.
She took a ride in the back with another paramedic, the medic trying to wipe the blood from his face, but the bumpy road made it difficult. Eventually when the bleeding had stopped, the only problem with it now was that the older blood had dried onto his face, all over. The medic was very quiet, as was the girl. Though the girl kept trying to fix her hair up in the tinted back windows of the ambulance. The siren made the ride more uncomfortable, but it was the quickest way to get to the hospital before anything else happened. The medic sat there after that, doing nothing to look into his 'Medic In Training' book, obviously showing that he was nothing but a fearsome intern. The girl noticed him groaning and mumbling something, but the girl rested her hand on his blood stained shirt and chest, trying to calm him down. "It's okay, it's okay", she said sweetly making him quiet once again.
He remained that way for the rest of the day. Daniel woke up countless hours later, in a lot of pain as he heard the beeping from a machine by one side, a stinging pain in his leg, ribs and felt his face, feeling a lot of bandages. He still couldn't talk well but he was suprised to see a cute brown haired young girl leaning her arms on the mattress beside him, weeping into the pink sleeves of her robe. He sat up and rested her hand gently against her head, eventually though she noticed him awake. She sat up, her eyes red from the tears from before. The two stared at each other for countless minutes and even though she had met him in his worst of times, she felt the urge to kiss him, and he felt the same. The two closed in but he feel back onto the bed, almost hanging off of the bed. She felt mildly saddened by this, but she placed his head on the pillow and hugged him. But exactly the second after she left his body's exterior with her warm prescense that the machine flatlined, alerting all doctors around the room to immediately come over. She stood up and placed her hands against her mouth, tears brewing up in her eyes, her trying to clench them shut and block out the emotion racing inside. They performed CPR, and it turned out that he was okay, but in the state of a deep sleep, not a coma.
"Mrs Tomlinson?", asked a nurse clad in pink scrubs, a clipboard in hand and glasses hanging off of the end of her nose, black curly hair hanging over her aged african-american face, "Sign these please".
"Oh, no, ma'am you've got a misunderstanding, I just found him in this state, my name's Lindsey, Lindsey Bagin, a little confusing I know", she said, trying to crack a wise joke. But the nurse remained with a straight face.
"Whatever", she said uncaringly. After a ten second pause, she repeated, "Sign these please". Lindsey nodded her head. But despite Daniel being in a deep sleep it seems like he heard her name ring through her mind. While Lindsey took a seat and began writing through the many sheets of paper with a blue biro pen, Daniel was in a fantasy...
It was nightfall inside the hospital. The IV hooked up to Daniel, beeping every two seconds or so as the room sat in darkness, empty with nobody around him. But Daniel had the urgency to reach up and use the toilet facility. He sat up and dragged his IV around with him in search of a toilet he had no idea was at. He broke off his IV carriage and kicked it on its side onto the floor, before heading over to the cabinet. He took out a bottle of painkillers and poured them into his mouth before washing them down with the cold water of a randomly placed sink in the corner. He felt dizzy but felt no need for the toilet any longer, but the pills made him feel so good, alive and gave him the boost he needed. But everything he tried to touch just disappeared or shuffled around the room. He lost balance, his heart raced as everything he saw spiralled around until it was a complete blurr. He tripped over his knocked down IV and accidentally broke through the glass door. The lights dim red as it grows misty in the next room, he clenches his heart as he falls on his knees, the noise of the flatliner ringing louder than usual, also collapsing onto the floor. He clenches his heart as Lindsey runs for him from the distance ahead, sliding onto her knees as the two enjoy a passionate kiss right there as all signs of life in Daniel disappear, Lindsey crying profusely over his death.
Back in reality, however, it was just Daniel slipping away again as his dream stopped with a doctor slamming his fists into his chest, shaking him up and down. Eventually Daniel finally breathes as Lindsey looks on from beyond the dozen hospital employees already in the room. Daniel, finally stable and breathing shows the employees that their work is done as they all leave as though nothing happened and Lindsey walks closer to the bed.
"Hi", says Daniel, a little lost for words.
"Hi, my name is Lindsey", responds Lindsey, introducing herself.
"I know, I heard about you in my dreams"...
Part II
Venture Into Her World: The Untouchable Saga Part I Of XV
The hospital room was gloomy, darkened with the lights switched off and the opaque glass windows blocked by the closed blinds. The only thing creating light was a tiny torch, stood up on the side counter of the bed Daniel was seated on. The torch light glared off of the roof and bounced down over the two, the corner of Daniel's scarred face colored by the torch. Lindsey sat at the side of him, her hair a slight mess, the left side of her beautiful hazel hair sticking out from last night's sleep, still dressed in her pink robe, covering over her light blue pajamas beneath. She smiled at him in a very sweet way, Daniel returning the favor. A large round clock made a slightly annoying ticking noise as the second hand swept its way around the clock base, with each second turning into minutes. The two just smiled at each other for several moments, the clock's minute hand almost passing into the large 'XII' symbol where the hour hand was very close to as well. It was almost Friday 29th, and Daniel had to be at the arena in the Tri-State area by the 31st, but it was obvious that he wouldn't make it out of the hospital in the span of fifty-something hours. After all, the two were already wasting time, and Daniel had even forgotten that he was the FcW World Cruiserweight Champion and that he had forgotten about him having a responsibility and such. Daniel was eventually the one who broke up the tension.
"So, uh, tell me about yourself", asked Daniel awkwardly, both people in terrible states, the mascara on Lindsey dried down her cheek from the tears from earlier on. Daniel grinned as Lindsey laughed briefly and smiled back.
"Well, I spent my childhood being shouted at by my parents, until the tender age of six. After that, my father left home to go out in the war at 'Nam in the late eighties. Afrter that, it seemed as though my mother was just trying to keep her relationship with my father well, but she hardly ever shouted soon after he left. In 1992 though, my dad died in the war but he died peacefully. I remember my mother being in a complete uproar after that, she was never the same..., Lindsey said, looking grimly into the torch seated by Daniel's side. "I left home in 1999, aged 17 and wanting to accomplish bigger dreams. I went to a college in the United Kingdom immediately and got an A-level in GCSE Drama. But when I returned to the States at the turn of the century, I was shocked that my mother had commited suicide in my absense, as I literally walked through my door and saw my mother's body hanging from a chandelier above, my father's lucky leather strap around her throat. The one he'd beat me with...", she sniffed, more tears brewing in her eyes, she clenched her eyes, hoping the tears would pass through.
"Hey, hey, hey. It's okay, come here", Daniel said, his bandaged hand reaching out to Lindsey. He opened his arms as Lindsey dragged her chair across the floor rested her face on the bed sheets over the top of his lap, Daniel's arms wrapped around her head, feeling the soft hazel hair at the same time.
"I was an only child...[td]
The hospital room was gloomy, darkened with the lights switched off and the opaque glass windows blocked by the closed blinds. The only thing creating light was a tiny torch, stood up on the side counter of the bed Daniel was seated on. The torch light glared off of the roof and bounced down over the two, the corner of Daniel's scarred face colored by the torch. Lindsey sat at the side of him, her hair a slight mess, the left side of her beautiful hazel hair sticking out from last night's sleep, still dressed in her pink robe, covering over her light blue pajamas beneath. She smiled at him in a very sweet way, Daniel returning the favor. A large round clock made a slightly annoying ticking noise as the second hand swept its way around the clock base, with each second turning into minutes. The two just smiled at each other for several moments, the clock's minute hand almost passing into the large 'XII' symbol where the hour hand was very close to as well. It was almost Friday 29th, and Daniel had to be at the arena in the Tri-State area by the 31st, but it was obvious that he wouldn't make it out of the hospital in the span of fifty-something hours. After all, the two were already wasting time, and Daniel had even forgotten that he was the FcW World Cruiserweight Champion and that he had forgotten about him having a responsibility and such. Daniel was eventually the one who broke up the tension.
"So, uh, tell me about yourself", asked Daniel awkwardly, both people in terrible states, the mascara on Lindsey dried down her cheek from the tears from earlier on. Daniel grinned as Lindsey laughed briefly and smiled back.
"Well, I spent my childhood being shouted at by my parents, until the tender age of six. After that, my father left home to go out in the war at 'Nam in the late eighties. Afrter that, it seemed as though my mother was just trying to keep her relationship with my father well, but she hardly ever shouted soon after he left. In 1992 though, my dad died in the war but he died peacefully. I remember my mother being in a complete uproar after that, she was never the same..., Lindsey said, looking grimly into the torch seated by Daniel's side. "I left home in 1999, aged 17 and wanting to accomplish bigger dreams. I went to a college in the United Kingdom immediately and got an A-level in GCSE Drama. But when I returned to the States at the turn of the century, I was shocked that my mother had commited suicide in my absense, as I literally walked through my door and saw my mother's body hanging from a chandelier above, my father's lucky leather strap around her throat. The one he'd beat me with...", she sniffed, more tears brewing in her eyes, she clenched her eyes, hoping the tears would pass through.
"Hey, hey, hey. It's okay, come here", Daniel said, his bandaged hand reaching out to Lindsey. He opened his arms as Lindsey dragged her chair across the floor rested her face on the bed sheets over the top of his lap, Daniel's arms wrapped around her head, feeling the soft hazel hair at the same time.
"I was an only child...[td]
"It's okay, it's okay...Your mother and father are in a happier place, where anything can come true. Erase them from your memory, you can see your parents when you pass through those golden gates and head up the escalator of light into those clouds...", Daniel told, trying to make her happy. She leant over the bed with her head resting against his chest, where Daniel would watch over her, now knowing that her past was alot more important than Daniel's future at this time in life. Morning came slowly, but Daniel didn't care, he was just happy about Lindsey opening up to him, and letting him into her life. He always felt good for doing something good, even if it was something that made a girl cry.
As morning came, the torch had ran out, only shining very bare. Birds could be heard twerping outside the room, in the big tree outside the house. The intercom was heard making the normal morning announcements and doctors were just arriving at work, dark rings around their eyes and all. A beautiful time of day, even in a place full of hurt people. Now including Lindsey. Daniel was really scared for his own life though, he knew that he was a wrestler overnight, only gaining it after forgetting it when the guy at the bar beat him down. But he feared that he'd have to vacate the FcW Cruiserweight Championship, never to return due to the previous happenings. The career was over, a tough life led to become a lost nightmare. Thirty-five years, thirty years spent trying to get into the wrestling industry. All of that was over. Daniel had never won a title other than the World Cruiserweight Championship, and that in actual fact was the least important FcW championship. He had came close to the FcW Tag Team Championship with a goth and had close contact with the FcW Extreme Championship but was stopped by a drugee named Prozac, but never had he risen up the card. Eight wins under my belt in the big leagues. With double of that being losses. Nothing seemed successful anymore. Daniel fell asleep right there, not feeling very proud of himself.
"You ing ingrate", he heard his old boss from Western Country Side Wrestling yell at him, his chubby face in his, his Satanic black mustache wrapped around his lips, and his curly black hair hanging down over the front of his head, clad in overalls. He spat in Daniel's face and slapped him, "How the can you come in here and immediately assume that you are the top man? The big man on Campus? Just because you're twnty-seven and older than the entire roster excluding me, you think you own something that one of our more talented younger guys has got. Well listen here, cowboy, you may be an official American, but you moving here to San Antonio just to expect a reign as spamW World Heavyweight Champion right away is something that makes me want to piss on your life!", he yelled at him continuously, circling his wooden home, known as the Main Office. He stuck his face in mine once more and grabbed me by the collar of his plain white tee, "You arrogant...Little...Scrawny-assed piece of crap. I spent twenty years training to be a wrestler and lemme tell you something, bitch. I was selling out the Spectrum, the Texas Stadium, Coliseums, Arenas, Gymnasiums and Bingo Halls. I was a fifteen time World Champion in America and now a punk of your shape and form comes in here and expects to be main eventing like me? Get your own career, you're fired".
The dream was actually a real thing that had happened, some ten years ago. When he was actually like the others, desperately trying to get himself over and being the arrogant bitchy new-generation star he had quit being one year ago. He never let that die, he never let those three anxious minutes go away. And the thing was, it was going to get worse. Immediately after that, he fell into another daydream after waking up to find Lindsey sleeping on his knees now before falling asleep again. He was in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, the year was 2001, and he was set to wrestle in front of a hostile audience for Philly Pennsylvanian Action Wrestling, PPAW at First Union Centre, almost two years on from WrestleMania XV graced the arena. He was wrestling an older veteran, aged 38 by the name of John Liven. Liven was a big, nasty brute who enjoyed picking on athletes that he deemed were too new to step in the ring with him, and too young and inexperienced to be inside a wrestling ring ever. Unfortunately for Daniel, the bookers had decided to make the match scripted before hand and that both men should go through the match, backstage. Daniel didn't put on the arrogant rich-boy style attitude he put on with the owner of spamW, but he sure as hell was pretty uptight about having to work with somebody this tough. Daniel sat in the lockerroom quietly awaiting for John Liven to enter.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't fresh meat", John Liven joked as he entered the room, wearing white boots and a singlet that screamed 'I am Hugh Morrus'. He had a bald head with a brown goatee, almost the exact kind Stone Cold Steve Austin had or has. "Listen, kid. I don't wanna waste time here, so let's just say that I win in two minutes. Maybe a minute and a half. I'm fishing for bigger gold. So what'll happen is, I'll pound on you for half a minute, right from the lock-up and then I'll hit you with a Suplex into a Brainbuster, capiche?", Liven said, still standing up, a towel around his neck.
"But won't that affect my momentum? I mean c'mon it's my first match", Daniel responded almost immediately. He got up and looked Liven in the eyes, the tough mean veteran feeling rage waiting to rise to the surface.
"Fine", he responded, slapping Daniel on the shoulder. He backed off and walked out of the door, Daniel had it sorted out, or so he assumed.
The crowd in the First Union Center were loud, and were almost as hostile as the crowd in the New York City area, wanting to boo all the fresh-meat rookie babyfaces that stepped out through that curtain. Daniel was making the first entrance, not only of the match but the entire night. They were working the curtain-jerker, and being a new guy having to get over in front of a crowd such as the fans in attendence was very stressful. "Superstar" by Saliva hit the arena, but only ten or twenty people popped, probably only for the theme song given to Daniel. He walked out from behind the curtain in front of the PhillyTron, a rectangular titantron with a curtain in the centre. He tried to warm the crowd up, but really only successfully got one hundred people clapping their hands. Daniel was looking like an idiot, dressed in gym shorts, knee pads and sneakers, clapping his hands like Eugene would three years later and powerwalking down to the ring. The people that didn't clap booed him out of the arena, plain and simple. Then came, John Liven, who made a badass appearance, walking out from behind the curtain wearing a leather jacket and with a signature taunt that set pyrotechnics off in the arena, scaring Daniel. He was the heel, yet he was getting cheered on.
After a minute of stalling from John Liven, the two finally met, ready for combat as the bell rang. Daniel and Liven locked it up, but just like Liven had previously stated, he was going to easily win the lock-up. Daniel fell on his back and sold it, flipping backwards onto his knees, trying to chop down Liven. Daniel gave Liven a series of punches and kicks in the space of ten seconds but the jackass, Liven no-sold them. Liven caught his super kick attempt and threw his foot into the air and slammed him down, Daniel doing a flip in the process. Liven dropped a leg over Daniel and winded him, the referee counted but Daniel kicked out. The two continued brawling, in what seemed now to be a test of if the new guy can outdo the tough veteran. Daniel and Liven got in a test of strength and he was even winning for a moment but a kick to the nuts was all it took for Daniel to lose that contest. Liven clotheslined him and Daniel tried to return the no-sell, but Liven hit him too hard. Daniel tumbled through the middle and bottom ropes, crashing on the back of his head on the padded mats outside the ring. But before he had a chance to rest the headache off, Liven hit a diving plancha in which ended up looking like a diving crossbody. Liven slapped him across the face at that point but Daniel slapped him on the shoulder hard. Daniel got back up and tried for a dropkick but hardass Liven took Daniel by the feet, slammed him on the mat and catapulted him hard into the ring post. It knocked Daniel out easily. A ride to the ring by Liven and a suplex-brainbuster finished him off.
Daniel only awoke from being unconscious several moments atfer John Liven had left, but he had a right mind to go and find him and kick his ass legitimately. But by the time he reached the back after being aimed at by various objects and food, Liven was standing next to a gray haired man in a black suit, the owner.
"I'm sorry, Daniel but John Liven told me about your match and how you were. But I'm afraid you aren't cut out to be here, according to Liven, you two didn't even discuss the match whilst inside the ring!, That's a safety hazard, straight up", he said, Liven nodded as Daniel looked shocked.
"Wait, what? He wouldn't even let me tal---", Daniel tried to explain, raising his arms only to be cut off by the owner, who put his arms and blocked them from rising upwards.
"Which is why we're going to have to let you go". That sentence ran through his mind and the only thing Daniel's dream saw was darkness. After that, it was all just a plain blurr trapped inside his mind. He woke up seconds later, to find Lindsey being in front of his eyes, watching him sleep just like he was to her earlier on. She smiled upon him open his eyes, as did he slowly, but calmly at the same time.
"Daniel, you broke three ribs yesterday when you got attacked, you're going to have to go into surgery, right now", she said, her smile slowly disappearing and returning as a frown. Daniel grinned nervously, before sighing and trying to shake the bad moment off[/center].[/quote][/center]