valero
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Post by valero on Nov 15, 2014 20:43:59 GMT -6
HEADING HOMENovember 14, 2014 Valero Fight Club New York, NY For the first 15 years of my professional wrestling career, I’d spent my time with the same two promotions. I traveled the world, winning championships, causing havoc and making a name for myself every night.
The last two years have been quite the opposite, however. It seems every place I’ve gone has quickly closed up shop before I could ever make an impact and the latest, Inferno Wrestling, has me feeling lost and without a home.
Is it a statement on the current state of professional wrestling? Or just dumb luck on my part? I don’t know, but it certainly hurt my passion of late.
So I decided to head back home to NYC (after a quick business trip to Tokyo and a much-needed stop in Montenegro), to put some focus into my students back at the Valero Fight Club, and see if I couldn’t channel my passion elsewhere for the time being as PWP’s Lucky 13 drew near.
RICKY: So who’s looking like the top of the class right now?I asked with a smug grin on my face as I entered the gym. It was a rhetorical question. I knew exactly who the best was far and away.
My brother, Sal, turned to find me standing behind him. He smiled as we embraced in a hug and exchanged all the cliched pleasantries.SAL: You already know, Ricky.13 years ago, I ended Sal’s own wrestling career in an unforgettable match that culminated in him being temporarily paralyzed and unable to speak for months thanks to a broken esophagus. We didn’t like each other very much at the time, but we’ve managed to rekindle a brotherhood that had been lost since we were teenagers.
We have a pretty screwed up family dynamic and this isn’t even the tip of the iceberg.RICKY: I think he’s ready to move up. He clearly has the makeup to be successful in this industry. And the bloodlines obviously work in his favor. I have some friends who just started up a new promotion down in Philly. I think he’d benefit from going down there and shaking things up a little bit.SAL: I think you’re right, Rick. Nicky’s been chomping at the bit for some real competition lately, and I think it’s time he moves on from the rest of these guys down here.The Nicky we were discussing is my nephew and Sal’s son. A 19-year-old prodigy blessed with being a member of our family. He loves this sport, and while he might be Sal’s son, he has my heart and my drive to be successful. He would gladly tear a family limb from limb to be the best and THAT is what will get him there. That’s what got me there, and that’s what has kept me there for a decade and a half now.RICKY: Torin…I said as I put my iPhone to my ear.RICKY: We’re in.. . . READY FOR ACTIONNovember 15, 2014 Brooklyn, NY RICKY: So how’s it look, Doc?It’d become a requirement to get a check up every few weeks to make sure more damage hadn’t been done to my back while wrestling or training.
He didn’t answer though; he never did at first. He just shot me the eye and sighed before returning his eyes to the paperwork in front of him and took a seat on the swivel chair at the near counter. Promptly turning his back to me, he finally replied.DR. HOLLIDAY: Why would I waste my breath on you, Mr. Valero?RICKY: Because I take pride in how much I can piss you off.I smirked, knowing just how much he truly hated me. For over a year now, Dr. Holliday was adamant I hang up my wrestling boots. He was adamant I never step into the ring as a performer again. Every night was another experience in pain and a greater risk at never walking again myself, but I couldn’t resist. I could never walk away from the ring. And maybe that would be Karma getting me back for what I did to my brother so many years ago now.
Either way, some back pain wasn’t going to keep me out of the ring, nor was the threat of never walking again. I would live and die by the ring. It was my life. And nothing was going to take that away from me.
DR. HOLLIDAY: It doesn’t appear that any further damage has been done…He continued to speak with his back turned to me. And though I was confident about my decision, I still stared nervously at the back of his labcoat awaiting bad news.DR. HOLLIDAY: As you know, it is my recommendation that you discontinue professional wrestling immediately. But I know you will not abide by what I say. The same level of risk remains, Mr. Valero and fortunately, as of right now, no further damage has been done.He spun on his chair and looked me firmly in the eyes, peering out over his thin-framed eyeglasses.
DR. HOLLIDAY: Rochelle still not talking to you?I shook my head. Me and the Doc had grown close over the years and he'd gotten to know me and my family pretty well now.RICKY: Not until I retire, she says. Her and I can never be even a consideration again until I retire.DR. HOLLIDAY: And Little Richie?My eyes immediately traveled to the floor. Little Richie was my six-year-old son. Rochelle, my ex-wife to whom I was married just two months before our marriage crumbled to bits thanks to my drug habits, alcoholism and other mishaps. Eat your heart out, Kim Kardashian.
RICKY: She tells me every day she’ll take him away...but so far, so good.
DR. HOLLIDAY: All to be a professional wrestler, Ricky?
I sighed.
RICKY: It’s something you could never understand unless you’ve experienced it. It’s made me a lot of bad things in this life, but wrestling is the ONLY good thing in this life that I have and know won’t turn my back on me one day.DR. HOLLIDAY: But your son?RICKY: I’ve tried my best to be a good father to him, but I know...one day...he’ll realize I’m a bad person, too. And then, all I’ll have left is wrestling. Might as well cling to it while I can still do it well.
DR. HOLLIDAY: You understand how warped that idea is, correct?
I simply shrugged.RICKY: I’ve spent 32 years with myself, Doc. He’ll be better off without me.
Without a reply, Dr. Holliday handed me a sheet of paper, signed and declaring me fit to compete, despite his insistence that I don’t.RICKY: Thanks Doc.He extended his hand for me to shake and gave me a stern look in the eyes.
DR. HOLLIDAY: You may not listen to a lot of my advice, Ricky, and at the end of the day, that’s fine. But your family needs you, and sooner or later, you’re going to learn to value them more than this sport you love more than life itself. I’m just afraid that when you finally do learn that, it will truly be too late…
. . . (rec)KINGDOM COMENovember 15, 2014 New York, NY "The great accomplishment is not in never falling, but in rising again after you fall."
-Vince LombardiThe scene fades in on the grinning face of Ricky Valero’s manager and agent, Spencer Novak. He is smiling from ear to ear, dressed in a black suit with white shirt and navy blue tie. Standing at his side is the amazon known as Aurora, an imposing figure who stands about 5-foot-9 and is in better physical condition than just about every person set to compete at PWP 13 in Detroit. Her cold blue eyes peer out through strands of curly blonde hair; she means business as she stands with her arms crossed.MAN: Good evening maggots! My name is Spencer Novak and I would like to introduce to you the GREATEST person to ever grace a professional wrestling ring...
“THE FRANCHISE”...RICKY...VALERRRRRRRRROOOOO!
Spencer Novak bursts out with an evil laugh as he steps back to allow Ricky Valero to step into the picture flashing his trademark smirk as he swaggers into the scene. He removes the sunglasses from his eyes, resting them atop his head to reveal his deep blue eyes as he looks into the camera.RICKY: Saying my journey has been an interesting one would be an understatement. It’s had its fair share of ups and downs, but I’ve always managed to roll with the punches and make chicken salad out of chicken shit.He smirks, his eyes focused intently on the camera placed in front of him.RICKY: Somehow all of that has brought me here, to PWP, with another adventure ahead that will hopefully result in a familiar achievement: the Heavyweight Championship. I know I have my work cut out for me before I get to that point, but make no mistake about it, I WILL get to that point in the very near future. He pauses for a moment, peering over his shoulder at Spencer Novak, who remains with a sly grin on his face.RICKY: At PWP 13, I step into the ring with two competitors who aren’t familiar to me in Achilles and Ian Rothburn. For many, that would be a concern of theirs to enter into such uncharted waters, but this isn’t my first rodeo. I’ve lead a long, illustrious career in this game, experiencing just about everything there is to experience in wrestling rings throughout the world against countless greats. Achilles, Rothburn… I have no doubt you two are probably superbly talented competitors, but you are both merely stepping stones in my race to the pinnacle of PWP.
I’ve worked my ass off to get where I am in this business. All my blood, sweat, and tears given doing stupid shit no one else wanted to do, because I have always been willing to do whatever it takes to be the best. As a result, I’ve been the best just about everywhere I’ve gone. I got Dr. Holliday telling me every week could be my last and that one of these days I’m going to land the wrong way and never walk again. I don’t have all the time in the world to wait around and see it through like you two may, so you better be damn sure I’m going to bring my A-game and more to make sure I achieve my goals in this industry before it’s too late.Ricky swipes a bead of sweat from his forehead, never removing his eyes from the camera.RICKY: You are both different challenges, different obstacles standing in my way, but the opportunity to overcome each is something I relish.Ricky smirks. RICKY: Achilles... you’re a fighter at heart. Every day spent battling for what’s yours and always striving to be the best. I get that. I know what that’s about that, because my life wasn’t much different coming up. Seeing you at work for the first time is something I am undoubtedly intrigued by, and finding a way to combat your brawler style with my technical background is something I truly look forward to.
Rothburn...you are just as unpredictable in your own right, boasting a bevy of disciplines in which you’ve been trained. If there’s something you don’t know, I would be very surprised.
Unfortunately for both of you, I like my odds in this matchup. I’m well trained with nearly two decades of experience. I’ve met many an opponent like yourselves in the squared-circle throughout my career. I know what to expect. I also know there are things about you both that will be completely and utterly unpredictable. I’m okay with that. I’m ready for that. Because there is not a single thing in your arsenal that I have never seen before and there is not a single thing either of you can do to overcome just how lethal an opponent I am inside that ring. For too long now too many have forgotten just how great I can be and it’s about time I reclaim my throne atop the wrestling world. It’s a shame you two must be the first poor souls I lay waste to on my climb back up, but there is no use prolonging the inevitable.He chuckles.
RICKY: Achilles, Rothburn... PWP 13 should be a big night for all three of us with an opportunity to make our presence felt here immediately. This place is called home by many of the world’s greatest superstars and opportunity to place our name amongst them is something we should all desire. I am ready. To make an impact and to claim victory in my PWP debut with even greater success in my future here.
At the end of the day, this match is going to come down to who wants it more. Which of the three of us is willing to go to the end of the Earth to get that W. I need this win. To certify myself as a threat to the competition here and catapult me toward the top of this company from the get go. I’ve had success everywhere I’ve gone; I see no reason it will be any different here in PWP.
IT’S GAME TIME BABY!
RICKY: And I hope you both come prepared for the match of your careers!With a sly grin and a chuckle, Ricky blows a kiss to the camera and walks out of the picture. Spencer Novak and Aurora follow suit...and we fade...to black. |
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Post by scarlettbandit on Nov 15, 2014 22:37:03 GMT -6
Prologue
Back in New York, we see the man known on the streets as Achilles being courted out of his holding cell. His warlord was recently assassinated in his gang, back in Coney Island, and he was framed for the murder. However, a witness came forward and revealed after the trial it was a member of a rival gang. Originally, he merely wanted revenge... However, curiosity peaks as to why someone decided to stick up for him, and him alone. The other members of his gang were either incarcerated, or deceased. Upon exiting, he was presented with what all he was arrested in... a grey tank top, denim jeans, motorcycle boots... and his gang's old signature dark brown vest....
Redressing himself in his old gang colors made Achilles immediately feel like his old self again. As he was making an exit, he shoots off both fingers to the New York Police Department for 2 years of hell within their bars. Making his way out of the prison, a woman was waiting for him... the witness, and his eventual trainer.
Angela Fortin "The Pit Viper"
Michael Luciano, also known as Achilles in certain circles... How does it feel to be outside for the first time in two and a half years?
Achilles "The King of Coney"
So... you're my little guardian angel? How about we see what kind of devil you are...
He stated, about to touch her shoulder, as she clutched his wrist, and bent it backwards, causing excruciating pain through the pressure points in his body. He winced in pain, but toughened up immediately. His initial instinct would've been to put her in her place, however, doing so right outside of the prison would've put him right back inside.
Achilles "The King of Coney"
Look, lady... I don't have a lot of time or patience. Who are you?
Angela smirked a bit, letting go of his wrist as he complied with her.
Angela Fortin "The Pit Viper"
My name is Angela Fortin. And let's just say I know who really ended your little clique...
Achilles "The King of Coney"
Spit it out! I want to pay him a visit... Reacquaint him with the old Destroyer way...
Angela Fortin "The Pit Viper"
Don't bother... He's already been punished by some of the other guys around Hell's Kitchen. I, am merely here to give you a chance at redemption. A chance to show off your fighting worth, and it's 100% legal.
Achilles "The King of Coney"
Get outta here! I don't have time for this nonsense...
He began to walk away, as Angela jogged after him, and shouted.
Angela Fortin "The Pit Viper"
Not even going to hear me out? Just going to go back to your "turf", despite the fact it's been taken over by drugs and gangsters? The legacy your crew had before is gone. I'm giving you the chance to make something of yourself.
Achilles momentarily paused. If what she said was true, there would be nothing left for him to go back to. Sure, his crew wasn't an honest bunch, jacking car stereos, tagging turf, and a few other sporadic crimes here and there. But, they did make sure the real crime was staying off the streets. They stopped the drug pushers, and a majority of the violence involved with conventional gangs.
Achilles "The King of Coney"
Of all the people in there... why me? I'm no saint. I deserved to be in there.
He pointed back at the jailhouse, condoning himself. Achilles knew that he wasn't worthy of a second chance, however, it seemed to present itself in a strange way.
Angela Fortin "The Pit Viper"
While you are a scumbag of a person... I saw good in you. The night when your boys were being shot up, I saw you defending some innocent people. It was enough of an impression for me to think, maybe you could be rehabilitated.
Achilles scoffed a bit, with the way she spoke...
Achilles "The King of Coney"
Psssht.... You sound like one of them. Using big words, for the same bulls**t reasons. Trying to fix me? Last time I checked, I'm not broken. I'm a warrior, an animal, a Destroyer! I live in a dog eat dog world, and where I come from, charity doesn't come without a price. So, if you don't tell me what you want right now...
Achilles was becoming irate, and Angela would quickly work at calming him down.
Angela Fortin "The Pit Viper"
I want to train you. I want to turn you into a wrestler, and help you make yourself into a worthwhile human being! Yeah, I know you're not the ideal candidate... But, you're tough. You're strong, and you have nothing to lose. I need someone that I can turn into a proper fighter... And you seem to be the perfect fit.
Achilles "The King of Coney"
I already am a proper fighter. I've been wastin' heads and boppin' since middle school. There ain't s**t you can teach me.
Angela Fortin "The Pit Viper"
Maybe if you really were a proper fighter, you could've saved your warlord...
Angela said, knowing it would've gotten underneath his skin. And due to his naturally hot-headed nature, he strikes first, and asks questions later. He throws a right hook Angela's way, however, she catches his arm, and tossed him over with ease. As he gets to his feet, she gives him a stiff kick to the face, knocking him back down.
Angela Fortin "The Pit Viper"
Make this easier for both of us. Unless, you want your old cellmate to not miss you so quickly, of course...
Angela holds her hand out, as Achilles looked into it. She did have that holding over his shoulder... It bruised his ego to be controlled by a woman, but, if it kept him free, Achilles would have to put himself in check. He then takes her hand, and gets back to his feet, dusting himself off.
Achilles "The King of Coney"
Fine. If it results in me bustin' heads, and getting some fresh air, I accept.
The two shake on the offer, as Angela gives him a cold look. Hopefully he would end up as a worthwhile protege, to replace Josie as her pet project.
Angela Fortin "The Pit Viper"
Alright. We leave for Detroit in a couple days. I'm going to drill you on how to wrestle properly, and make sure you can actually hold your own against people that aren't gang-bangers and civilians. Meet me at this address at 2. We'll start your training then.
She started to walk away, after handing Achilles a note. Already, he was surprised with Angela's attitude, and being forced into a commitment. Even without a full day of freedom after getting out.
Achilles "The King of Coney"
Detroit?! ... So much for fresh air. Jesus Christ, what did I get into?...
He said to himself, walking towards the nearest subway, as he was going to start his journey into a brave new world, which he certainly was not prepared for....
Scene #1: Beginning of the Warrior's Journey...
It is now present day, as we see Angela and Achilles in the subway systems of Detroit, walking towards the arena, so she could have time to discuss his battle strategy. She was dressed in a simple t-shirt and jeans, while he continued to wear his old vest, and a pair of tattered jeans of his own, with black fingerless gloves. The two get on the subway, and began to talk.
Achilles "The King of Coney"
I must be crazy as they say. Letting you drag me to Detroit, when I've never been outside the Bronx.
Angela Fortin "The Pit Viper"
Don't sweat it... Some of the best fighters around the world are going to be there. You're here for one purpose.
She said, while the subway was about to start moving, as some member of the Detroit chapter of the Crips pointed at Achilles, making remarks about his vest.
Angela Fortin "The Pit Viper"
I've also been meaning to ask... What in the world is wrong with you?! There are bloodthirsty gangs in town, and you're sporting your colors from New York. You can't blend in!
Achilles "The King of Coney"
Who wants to hide?! These guys are wimps. Coney's my home, and I'm repping it wherever. So... "don't sweat it". Now, tell me more about what I'm up against.
Angela sighed a bit, as he wasn't taking this as seriously as she would have hoped.
Angela Fortin "The Pit Viper"
Alright. You're here in Detroit to face two men. Ricky Valero, who has an extensive career in the sport, and Ian Rothburn, who has an extensive knowledge of the sport. It's going to be a big challenge, especially with it being your first match.
Nonchalantly, Achilles shrugged them off. He wasn't intimidated, especially given his past, getting into fights where his gang was outmanned about 4 to 1.
Achilles "The King of Coney"
That's all? Just two guys? I'll just knock their blocks off and call it a day.
Angela Fortin "The Pit Viper"
I'm sure they have a better battle plan than you do...
Angela replied back, with equal amount of snarkiness. Achilles, however, wasn't really caring as much about the fight. Instead, he was just happy enough with being free.
Achilles "The King of Coney"
You know, we might have something good out of this little "get together" we're having. Might meet some strange wool. Wouldn't mind nailin' something down on the way back to the C.I.
Angela rolled her eyes at that comment. On the seat to the side of her, this older couple looked absolutely offended.
Angela Fortin "The Pit Viper"
You have a one track mind, don't you?
Older Gentleman
Young man, there is a lady present! Mind your tongue!
Achilles "The King of Coney"
What's the matter, old man? You goin' faggot? Can't say I'd blame you with Jabba the Hutt over there as your woman.
Angela stifled her laughter, as the older couple moved away from them, appalled by his mouth. He wore a victorious smirk, as Angela volunteered to show him a video of his opponents in the ring.
Angela Fortin "The Pit Viper"
I need you to take this serious. Watch this, and study your opponents...
She said, while Achilles looked at the small screen, analyzing Ian Rothburn having a match against another wrestler at an indy promotion, elsewhere.
Achilles "The King of Coney"
Who's this little jackass that thinks he's Speedy Gonzales?
Angela Fortin "The Pit Viper"
That's Ian Rothburn. He's young, but, he's studied at a lot of places. He's very smart, and very fast. Watch out for him.
Achilles "The King of Coney"
You're s**tting me, right? This guy's a threat?
Angela Fortin "The Pit Viper"
When you learn and apply as many holds as this man knows, you don't have to take crap from anyone.
Achilles "The King of Coney"
Oh, f**k him! That's just a bunch of flips, and wasted movement. I'll just get him to the ground, stomp a mud hole in him, and walk it dry. Plain and simple. No wasted movement.
A small smile came on Angela's face. For once, Achilles said something that seemed to be moderately intelligent. She did teach him to focus on his rather primitive style, and capitalize on making sure his opponent would make a mistake.
Angela Fortin "The Pit Viper"
Well, at least something's getting into that thick skull of your's. Just make sure it's not his kicks.
Achilles "The King of Coney"
Don't worry, I got it. Watch his feet. You'd better hope this other guy is special...
With that, Angela decided he should pay attention to his other opponent, Ricky Valero. She goes to a pay-per-view event from a bigger federation, where he's sporting paint that resembled Spawn. He was giving this other man a beat down, but, shrugging him off on appearances alone, Achilles lets him have it.
Achilles "The King of Coney"
This chump?! I'm supposed to be afraid of a guy who looks like he tagged himself? Angie... Babe, you really need to...
He stopped himself, after watching a spot where Valero delivered a snap belly-to-belly suplex to the opponent, sending him through a cornered table. Knowing that easily shut him up, Angela retorted.
Angela Fortin "The Pit Viper"
Yeah. That's what you should be worried about. He's got a big edge on you with experience, not to mention a moveset that outshines your's tenfold.
Achilles "The King of Coney"
Hmm. Good. I was hoping there would at least be a good fight out of all this. I didn't want to be disappointed, being brought all the way out here, only to wreck a couple of nobodies that can't brawl. This Ricky dude might look like a nutcase, but, at least he can give me a good challenge, before I knock him out.
He said oozing confidence, as Angela hoped he would be worth the investment he hyped himself to be.
Angela Fortin "The Pit Viper"
I like hearing that confidence. He's just as diverse as Rothburn, just, not as quick on his feet. You, though, should be crafty enough to take advantage of his mistakes.
Achilles "The King of Coney"
Doesn't matter if they make mistakes or not. I could care less about how many styles they know. All I need to know, is that I can out muscle them, and take whatever they deal at me. They just don't understand, they're dealing with a destroyer. Neither of them can comprehend what kind of damage I can deal to them. It doesn't matter if it's Ian Rothburn or Ricky Valero, because when I get in that ring, they will remember my name. I am Achilles. I am the warrior, and I will deliver the fatal blow!
Achilles said, as Angela nodded a bit. His charisma was very natural, and it was definitely something she was glad to see. He was a natural, and should make quite the impact. Just then, the PA system mentioned their stop, and the two of them were ready to fight.
Angela Fortin "The Pit Viper"
Alright, "warrior" Hope you're ready for battle. Because I know they will be.
Achilles "The King of Coney"
Oh, don't worry about me. You should worry about them...
Achilles said, as the train stopped. Both of them exit the subway, and are heading towards the arena, as we leave the scene.
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