Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2013 7:45:05 GMT -6
Befor Owen goes toe to toe with Keelan Cetinich at Ignite 151 it would be only fair to see how Owen even got to New Edge Wrestling...This was the story of how Owen left his golden crown for the crown of thorns that is New Edge!
The crowd in Kissimmee, Florida are on their feet as two of their favourites are kicking each other's asses in the ring. "The Phenomenal" Owen Gonsalves and Jock Donovan are rocking each other with blows until Owen gains the upperhand and unleashes a hard , stiff kick to the back of the head. Ace rattles forward and onto the floor as the crowd rowdily cheers for the two men putting on a show. Owen goes to the outside and goes to pick up Jock and whispers something in his ear.
Owen: Come on, kid! Don't fuck this up for the both of us...Rattle me with a few punches.
Jock moans in pain which Owen takes as an answer, Owen hopes for his sake and the kid's that the answer was something like "Okay". Owen lifts him up and hands him a good right before Jock fires back with some crappy return fists which Owen sells incredibly. Owen leans against the apron as the kid takes a step back and makes his own decision in charging and diving onto Owen's chest, this allows Owen to hand him more instructions.
Owen: Nice work but you'll need to do better, let's give this crowd something to roar about. I'll throw you back in the ring and hit my finisher but you kick out at around 2 and a half. Got it?
Owen stands up not bothering whether the kid got it or not and rolls him in the ring. He slingshots him into the ropes and takes him down setting him up for his finisher, Murderball! which is a Fisherman buster floated over into a small package. The kid lies in a heap and clearly isn't moving...Owen realises this and calls out.
Owen: You still alive, Jock?!
How ironic it would be for Owen too have killed a man with a move named Murderball. Jock turns his head towards Owen and nods ever so slightly giving Owen the okay to go for the cover. Owen lay on top of him as the crowd counted along with the referee. Although Owen had to lift the hand of Jock up in a villainous type manner causing the crowd to cheer in a sick way. Owen lifts Jock up and punishes him by throwing him into the ropes and when he comes back Owen takes him to the ground with a tackle once again allowing him to talk to the semi-conscious Jock Donovan.
Owen: Way to almost fuck it up, boy...Now if you're hearing this I'll send you in the corner...You move out of the way and do your thing.
Owen does exactly what he said he was going to do and viscously mounted the kid into the corner, Owen charged and in the knick of time Jock moved out of the way as Owen's chest smacked hard against the turnbuckle. Owen turned around and Jock hit him with a weak "Superkick", Owen like before sold it though and "was out like a light". Jock covered him and picked up a victory. Owen felt sick knowing that he hauled this whole match on his own and ended up having to lose to some worthless kid who would end up being champion. Owen rolled out of the ring, pretending to be stunned. The kid celebrated as if he'd just lost his virginity for the first time. Owen walked up the ramp and ended up getting a well deserved applause from the crowd but absolutely nothing from Jock Donovan. Owen walked backstage and crossed Pedro Flores. Owen had heard of Pedro from different wrestling magazines, he moves around and finds new and great talent for different companies. Pedro stopped Owen before he could go any further.
Pedro: Owen, right? Right, I saw you out there...You were brilliant although you seemed unhappy and being the master of all talent I noticed that you're unhappy because that low life out there got a fake victory over you. I also noticed that even though you lost he ended up in worse shape than you... Listen, I hear you like a good fight and I've got the perfect place for you. New Edge Wrestling currently running under a friend of mine, Jesse Styles. The place doesn't fake nothing and is as hardcore and painful as it gets.
Owen nods and shakes hands with Pedro before Pedro hands him a blue slip of paper.
Pedro: Your boss told me to find you and give you this by the way. It's apparently what you've been waiting for. I had a peak and felt bad for you so I thought I'd help you out as well by giving you a preference. Although I suggest if you are indeed moving to NEW, you buy a caravan first or suffer the consequences of often crappy hotel rooms since you're starting from the bottom but then again after your performance tonight, you'll have no problem with that.
Owen nods and thanks Pedro before heading to his locker room. The blue slip ended up being exactly what Owen wanted, a slip informing him of his contract with the company expiring. With that, Owen left the building to head home to his wife. But before that he took a piss on the company's large logo in front of the building.
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After his last training session in Kissimmee, Owen carried his sports bag all the way to his car thinking about this New Edge Wrestling which claimed to be a much more uncensored and much more free. Would it end up being good for his career? Or would it be another bust? As he was walking to his luxurious black Chrysler 300, at the corner of his eye he saw Jock Donovan in the back of his red BMW Z4 with two beautiful girls in each arm. Owen ignored him and decided to keep going but the kid's confidence had obviously grown since Owen had hauled his ass to victory a few days ago and Jock called out to Owen.
Jock: Owen!
Owen stopped and turned his attention to Jock who gestured for Owen to come over to him. Owen thought for a moment before walking over to Jock's car.
Jock: I feel really bad for kicking your ass on Saturday so how about I repay an old friend by getting him some action tonight.
Owen smirked a little not only at the mention of action but at Jock's overconfidence until Jock looked at the girl in his right, then Owen shook his head negatively.
Jock: Sexy, this is Owen...A friend of mine. Now I beat him up pretty badly the other day and since I'm a genuine person how about you show him to your hotel room and give him the time of his life!
Owen scoffed before picking up his bag and walking away.
Owen: I'm married, Jock. Thanks for the offer but no thanks.
Jock started laughing as the girl on his left started to kiss his neck seductively.
Jock: Suit yourself, bro...More for me I guess. Just remember one thing though...
Owen once again turned around a little bit more annoyed with Jock now.
Owen: What might that be?
Jock: Remember who got rid of your unappreciative ass and took your throne. I'm the new king and you better damn well tell all your friends...And tell your wife to hit me up sometime.
Jock laughed some more this time Owen's frustration obviously had reached it's limit fast. He dropped his bag and walked over to Jock's BMW. Owen pulled out his nether regions and started pissing on the side of the car. Jock's grin turned into a scowl.
Jock: WHAT THE FUCK!? ARE YOU CRAZY?
He jumped out of the car leaving the girls inside before pushing Owen. Owen jumped on the hood and smashed his foot through the windscreen as the girl's in the back scream in terror. Jock jumps onto Owen knocking him off of the car and onto the road. Owen blasts him with a stiff right to his jaw and a knee to the gut before he grabs him by his head and smashed his head through the driver's window. The girls whimper in the back as Owen sneers at Jock.
Owen: Right, brilliant victory...Champ...
With that, Owen turned and headed toward his own car, scooping up his bag in the process. He was done here. Broader horizons and real challenges awaited him. Tonight was a necessary sacrifice for him, but from now on it was no more pulled punches. Owen Gonsalves would invade new Edge Wrestling. No quarter, no excuses, and no acceptance of failure. This was his time, and he would squeeze it out for all it's worth.
Current Day...
Owen sits outside the airport on a bench after his delightful flight from Japan back to America. He had come off his first win in Japan and in New Edge Wrestling, he's happier than he's ever been in any company. He's travelling the world and he's fighting against the greatest talent in the world. After beating fellow newcomer, Jonathan Mills he now makes his Ignite debut at Ignite 151 against Keelan "The Killer" Cetinich. Unlike Mills, Owen had done his research on the flight and Keelan was fairly experienced and in fact had an edge (pun not intended) over Owen in pro wrestling experience. Keelan had already retired twice and this is his third and possibly final attempt at glory. Although, Owen would have to temporarily stop him in his tracks...But at this moment in time Keelan wasn't the only person his mind was on. It was Frank Finelli too, Frank most recently had a confrontation in Japan with Owen and the two brawled a bit before later in the night Frank would assault Owen and leave him with a nose that was damn near broken.
Owen: Johnny Mills, You brought a good fight last night but it wasn't good enough to beat me. Best of luck in trying to redeem yourself at Ignite.
Owen looks into the camera with a smirk, he's obviously now addressing those watching.
Owen: Japan was a fantastic place...I saw lots of things I could've only dreamt of seeing and wrestled a match in front of thousands. The crowd was all the rage that night, I won my debut match and impressed a lot of people but what happened earlier before my match was my little confrontation with an angry Frank Finelli.
Owen shakes his head now as he pauses for a moment to recollect what had happened that night.
Owen: Frankie asked for an opponent, I came out and accepted but he backed out like a coward. His wife, Lisa went on to slap me which was a fair deal...I was trying to rally up Frank for fight and said some things I probably shouldn't have said so yes, I deserved a slap. But for the slap I personally think she deserved another in return and apparently my lovely wife Ashley agreed with me. But before contact Frank grabbed her...Now this pissed me off like it would piss off anybody else but being the best I could I made sure Ash was alright and sooner or later after he attacked me from behind, he had thrown MY WIFE into the ropes! Thank god for small mercies she's fine but the fact that he touched my wife is what REALLY pissed me off. Not to mention the assault he handed me a little later as well. This isn't the last he's heard of me and it sure as hell will not be the end of this.
Owen points directly into the camera as if he's now not only talking to the viewers but to Frank as well.
Owen: I promise you that Frank will not get the last laugh...And any promise I make...I keep. As for Keelan, Ignite is only a few days away now, I hope you're just as prepared for the match as I am because no matter how hard you try you can't help but be apart of the revolution, lead by "The Next Evolution.
Ashley comes out of the airport and finds Owen sitting on the bench with his luggage.
Ashley: All set! Let's head for Chicago, baby!
Owen hugs her and kisses her before the grab their luggage and head towards one of the New Edge buses heading for Chicago. Ignite 151 is on it's way with Owen's match against Keelan "The Killer" Cetinich it'll be good...That's guaranteed.
(Owen Gonsalves RP. Copyright 2013.)
The crowd in Kissimmee, Florida are on their feet as two of their favourites are kicking each other's asses in the ring. "The Phenomenal" Owen Gonsalves and Jock Donovan are rocking each other with blows until Owen gains the upperhand and unleashes a hard , stiff kick to the back of the head. Ace rattles forward and onto the floor as the crowd rowdily cheers for the two men putting on a show. Owen goes to the outside and goes to pick up Jock and whispers something in his ear.
Owen: Come on, kid! Don't fuck this up for the both of us...Rattle me with a few punches.
Jock moans in pain which Owen takes as an answer, Owen hopes for his sake and the kid's that the answer was something like "Okay". Owen lifts him up and hands him a good right before Jock fires back with some crappy return fists which Owen sells incredibly. Owen leans against the apron as the kid takes a step back and makes his own decision in charging and diving onto Owen's chest, this allows Owen to hand him more instructions.
Owen: Nice work but you'll need to do better, let's give this crowd something to roar about. I'll throw you back in the ring and hit my finisher but you kick out at around 2 and a half. Got it?
Owen stands up not bothering whether the kid got it or not and rolls him in the ring. He slingshots him into the ropes and takes him down setting him up for his finisher, Murderball! which is a Fisherman buster floated over into a small package. The kid lies in a heap and clearly isn't moving...Owen realises this and calls out.
Owen: You still alive, Jock?!
How ironic it would be for Owen too have killed a man with a move named Murderball. Jock turns his head towards Owen and nods ever so slightly giving Owen the okay to go for the cover. Owen lay on top of him as the crowd counted along with the referee. Although Owen had to lift the hand of Jock up in a villainous type manner causing the crowd to cheer in a sick way. Owen lifts Jock up and punishes him by throwing him into the ropes and when he comes back Owen takes him to the ground with a tackle once again allowing him to talk to the semi-conscious Jock Donovan.
Owen: Way to almost fuck it up, boy...Now if you're hearing this I'll send you in the corner...You move out of the way and do your thing.
Owen does exactly what he said he was going to do and viscously mounted the kid into the corner, Owen charged and in the knick of time Jock moved out of the way as Owen's chest smacked hard against the turnbuckle. Owen turned around and Jock hit him with a weak "Superkick", Owen like before sold it though and "was out like a light". Jock covered him and picked up a victory. Owen felt sick knowing that he hauled this whole match on his own and ended up having to lose to some worthless kid who would end up being champion. Owen rolled out of the ring, pretending to be stunned. The kid celebrated as if he'd just lost his virginity for the first time. Owen walked up the ramp and ended up getting a well deserved applause from the crowd but absolutely nothing from Jock Donovan. Owen walked backstage and crossed Pedro Flores. Owen had heard of Pedro from different wrestling magazines, he moves around and finds new and great talent for different companies. Pedro stopped Owen before he could go any further.
Pedro: Owen, right? Right, I saw you out there...You were brilliant although you seemed unhappy and being the master of all talent I noticed that you're unhappy because that low life out there got a fake victory over you. I also noticed that even though you lost he ended up in worse shape than you... Listen, I hear you like a good fight and I've got the perfect place for you. New Edge Wrestling currently running under a friend of mine, Jesse Styles. The place doesn't fake nothing and is as hardcore and painful as it gets.
Owen nods and shakes hands with Pedro before Pedro hands him a blue slip of paper.
Pedro: Your boss told me to find you and give you this by the way. It's apparently what you've been waiting for. I had a peak and felt bad for you so I thought I'd help you out as well by giving you a preference. Although I suggest if you are indeed moving to NEW, you buy a caravan first or suffer the consequences of often crappy hotel rooms since you're starting from the bottom but then again after your performance tonight, you'll have no problem with that.
Owen nods and thanks Pedro before heading to his locker room. The blue slip ended up being exactly what Owen wanted, a slip informing him of his contract with the company expiring. With that, Owen left the building to head home to his wife. But before that he took a piss on the company's large logo in front of the building.
*********
After his last training session in Kissimmee, Owen carried his sports bag all the way to his car thinking about this New Edge Wrestling which claimed to be a much more uncensored and much more free. Would it end up being good for his career? Or would it be another bust? As he was walking to his luxurious black Chrysler 300, at the corner of his eye he saw Jock Donovan in the back of his red BMW Z4 with two beautiful girls in each arm. Owen ignored him and decided to keep going but the kid's confidence had obviously grown since Owen had hauled his ass to victory a few days ago and Jock called out to Owen.
Jock: Owen!
Owen stopped and turned his attention to Jock who gestured for Owen to come over to him. Owen thought for a moment before walking over to Jock's car.
Jock: I feel really bad for kicking your ass on Saturday so how about I repay an old friend by getting him some action tonight.
Owen smirked a little not only at the mention of action but at Jock's overconfidence until Jock looked at the girl in his right, then Owen shook his head negatively.
Jock: Sexy, this is Owen...A friend of mine. Now I beat him up pretty badly the other day and since I'm a genuine person how about you show him to your hotel room and give him the time of his life!
Owen scoffed before picking up his bag and walking away.
Owen: I'm married, Jock. Thanks for the offer but no thanks.
Jock started laughing as the girl on his left started to kiss his neck seductively.
Jock: Suit yourself, bro...More for me I guess. Just remember one thing though...
Owen once again turned around a little bit more annoyed with Jock now.
Owen: What might that be?
Jock: Remember who got rid of your unappreciative ass and took your throne. I'm the new king and you better damn well tell all your friends...And tell your wife to hit me up sometime.
Jock laughed some more this time Owen's frustration obviously had reached it's limit fast. He dropped his bag and walked over to Jock's BMW. Owen pulled out his nether regions and started pissing on the side of the car. Jock's grin turned into a scowl.
Jock: WHAT THE FUCK!? ARE YOU CRAZY?
He jumped out of the car leaving the girls inside before pushing Owen. Owen jumped on the hood and smashed his foot through the windscreen as the girl's in the back scream in terror. Jock jumps onto Owen knocking him off of the car and onto the road. Owen blasts him with a stiff right to his jaw and a knee to the gut before he grabs him by his head and smashed his head through the driver's window. The girls whimper in the back as Owen sneers at Jock.
Owen: Right, brilliant victory...Champ...
With that, Owen turned and headed toward his own car, scooping up his bag in the process. He was done here. Broader horizons and real challenges awaited him. Tonight was a necessary sacrifice for him, but from now on it was no more pulled punches. Owen Gonsalves would invade new Edge Wrestling. No quarter, no excuses, and no acceptance of failure. This was his time, and he would squeeze it out for all it's worth.
Current Day...
Owen sits outside the airport on a bench after his delightful flight from Japan back to America. He had come off his first win in Japan and in New Edge Wrestling, he's happier than he's ever been in any company. He's travelling the world and he's fighting against the greatest talent in the world. After beating fellow newcomer, Jonathan Mills he now makes his Ignite debut at Ignite 151 against Keelan "The Killer" Cetinich. Unlike Mills, Owen had done his research on the flight and Keelan was fairly experienced and in fact had an edge (pun not intended) over Owen in pro wrestling experience. Keelan had already retired twice and this is his third and possibly final attempt at glory. Although, Owen would have to temporarily stop him in his tracks...But at this moment in time Keelan wasn't the only person his mind was on. It was Frank Finelli too, Frank most recently had a confrontation in Japan with Owen and the two brawled a bit before later in the night Frank would assault Owen and leave him with a nose that was damn near broken.
Owen: Johnny Mills, You brought a good fight last night but it wasn't good enough to beat me. Best of luck in trying to redeem yourself at Ignite.
Owen looks into the camera with a smirk, he's obviously now addressing those watching.
Owen: Japan was a fantastic place...I saw lots of things I could've only dreamt of seeing and wrestled a match in front of thousands. The crowd was all the rage that night, I won my debut match and impressed a lot of people but what happened earlier before my match was my little confrontation with an angry Frank Finelli.
Owen shakes his head now as he pauses for a moment to recollect what had happened that night.
Owen: Frankie asked for an opponent, I came out and accepted but he backed out like a coward. His wife, Lisa went on to slap me which was a fair deal...I was trying to rally up Frank for fight and said some things I probably shouldn't have said so yes, I deserved a slap. But for the slap I personally think she deserved another in return and apparently my lovely wife Ashley agreed with me. But before contact Frank grabbed her...Now this pissed me off like it would piss off anybody else but being the best I could I made sure Ash was alright and sooner or later after he attacked me from behind, he had thrown MY WIFE into the ropes! Thank god for small mercies she's fine but the fact that he touched my wife is what REALLY pissed me off. Not to mention the assault he handed me a little later as well. This isn't the last he's heard of me and it sure as hell will not be the end of this.
Owen points directly into the camera as if he's now not only talking to the viewers but to Frank as well.
Owen: I promise you that Frank will not get the last laugh...And any promise I make...I keep. As for Keelan, Ignite is only a few days away now, I hope you're just as prepared for the match as I am because no matter how hard you try you can't help but be apart of the revolution, lead by "The Next Evolution.
Ashley comes out of the airport and finds Owen sitting on the bench with his luggage.
Ashley: All set! Let's head for Chicago, baby!
Owen hugs her and kisses her before the grab their luggage and head towards one of the New Edge buses heading for Chicago. Ignite 151 is on it's way with Owen's match against Keelan "The Killer" Cetinich it'll be good...That's guaranteed.
(Owen Gonsalves RP. Copyright 2013.)