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Post by ASCENT on Nov 9, 2017 11:56:00 GMT -5
K-Remix vs Konstantine
Genesis Championship Match
Prompt — Capitalizing on opportunities.
RP Deadline is Friday, November 17th at 11:59 PM EST.
Segment Deadline is Saturday, November 18th at 11:59 PM EST. |
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Post by KONSTANTINE on Nov 17, 2017 20:55:56 GMT -5
 "i'll whip ya head, boy."004. REMIX“Devin Surefire is cashing in his contract; he’s going to steal away this championship!”Richard Fox lost his collective mind on that night. December 5th, 2009.
A cold chill came throughout the Thrillerdome when they heard “Villain” by Bleed the Dream. The audience sat in anticipation, not yet over the bloody match that transpired in the ring. Devin Surefire made his way down the ramp with a briefcase in his hand with the infamous Claim the Crown contract ready for exploitation. A truly vile grin was plastered on the thirty-three-year-old wrestler’s face as he approached the ring.The first World Championship was always the hardest, some veterans would say. Many go years before getting a shot at all, let alone winning it. Ten years, some would go, fighting and proving themselves until they reach that highest point. Some stay there, continuing to show their prowess, while others falter and never reach that pinnacle again. Devin’s method of obtaining his first led to many skeptics, turning their judgmental gaze upon him. He had stolen a championship and gotten away with it. Persecution would come later, but at the moment, he was on top of the world.No one said how you were supposed to make it there. Ryan “Black Jesus” Smith didn’t expect Devin that night. Devin’s defeat on the last show made that certain; Ryan made sure that Devin wouldn’t be able to make it out of the building of his own free will. The crowd raved as Devin stormed the ring, and waited for the fallen World Champion to get up. Smith had defeated Matthew Schaffer, who dubbed himself the MS Factor at the time, which left him exhausted. Blood ran down the REW World Champion’s face, and a look of frustration dawned on his face as he looked back to see his enemy looming over him. There was a moment of reflection there in the ring, a full year of hatred built up to a pivotal moment. Devin couldn’t ever defeat Smith; he would always come up short. Tonight, Devin’s moment was about opportunity and seizing it when it presented itself. To do so required a certain level of ruthlessness and a full disregard for one’s morals. Devin sacrificed everything inside of him to get to this point; morals were just another thing to leave behind.He took Ryan Smith into his grasp and sent him down with a Reverse STO.“Midnight Murder Scene!” Richard Fox screamed out, and it wasn’t long before the final pinfall of the night came. The bell rung, Devin’s name and new accomplishment were announced, and the referee came forward with the prize in his hands. The official didn’t want to give up the championship truly, being pressed about the matter. Devin didn’t care who held it because he ripped it out of the referee’s hands and held it high in the air. A roar ripped out of his body as the euphoria died down. The fifteen pounds of gold didn’t feel like itself, in fact, it felt light as a feather. Devin held the championship close to his chest as he fell to his knees, smearing the blood of the former champion all on his knees. “Devin,” the newly crowned champion heard, despite the screaming audience around him.“Devin,” it came again.“What is that?” Devin acknowledged the voice, “who is that?”
“DEVIN!”
Buzzing, that was the only sound he heard. A gradient of sky blue and purple struck his eyes, along with a tracking black figure that came into his view. Devin opened his eyes, finally hearing the voice for what it was. As he looked up, his senses sharpened, and everything came into place. He felt the immediate weight of something in his arms. He looked down, seeing the shine of a championship belt. The nameplate read “Scarlett Anthem” on it, which made him furrow an eyebrow. He felt like he time-traveled, but the boy on December 5th, 2009 suddenly began to regain his true self. No more Devin Surefire.Devin KONSTANTINE was back in the driver’s seat now.
November 7th, 2017.As he came back to, he saw Alice standing before him. She didn’t seem at all happy that he was resting. He groaned and rubbed his eyes. Looking around the room, he realized that they were somewhere with horrific fluorescent lighting, hence the outlandish coloring of the room. He reached inside of his pocket, taking out his cell phone and checked the time. Not to his surprise, it was late in the night, barely cracking 6 AM. Alice didn’t seem the type to be up this early, and he naturally assumed she napped throughout the day in preparation for whatever she dragged Devin to do. Soon enough, he started to recognize the room more. It was one of the meeting rooms in one of the research facilities. Not even a full twenty-four hours after he won the Genesis Championship, Sirena had called him in.He dropped the championship with a hard noise onto the table, sighing heavily. Alice didn’t flinch nor respond. She played on her phone absently or checked something important. Her serious expression told Devin that something was amiss. Soon enough, the door opened and in came two people that Devin hadn’t seen in ages. Expecting Sirena was the first mistake, seeing as Emily and Zeno Terranova entered the room with another familiar face. Zeno, the hulking behemoth made by Black Mist, stared Devin down, trying to size him up. Emily passively noticed Devin before her attention turned to the other woman that had entered the room.Her face brimmed with a clear excitement to be up and early at 5 AM. It was almost disgusting, but it was Circe’s common demeanor. The first meeting would unsettle even the hardest of individuals, but the subsequent meetings would dull the reaction. Learning the well-established fact that Circe Robinson commanded two brutes in the form of the Terranova couple said much about her true vision of the world. The eerie grin came with the addition of a sadistic strand and a lackadaisical view of the people she hurts. The Vice President gently placed some documents on the table in front of Devin and slid them over, before giving his championship a once over. Devin only noticed out of his peripheral; he was too honed on Zeno.Circe tilted her head and hung her mouth open, “what is this?”“I won a championship before I got here,” honesty kept Circe happy, even though she never utilized it herself. “I couldn’t leave it behind.”
“It doesn’t have your name on it?” Circe asked, disregarding whatever Devin said, “are you sure you didn’t just steal this?”“The people didn’t get a chance to—” Circe stopped him with a sudden hand raise.“Stop!” she commanded, and directed her attention to Zeno, “stop ogling him and go get this changed out. Mr. Brando did a good thing and deserved to be recognized for it. It’s a shame that incompetent people are the only people around him to deal with this.”Zeno retrieved the championship and hurled it over his shoulder, logically wearing it. He took his leave, which drew some attention from Emily, but Circe brought her back to the matter at hand. She was a leader to both after all. “Devin,” she had known him for a few years now, and it still felt unnatural for him to use his first name, “we have some horrible news for you. It involves your protégé, Princeton.”Alice perked up, but not excitedly. A look of worry crossed her fine features, and Devin noticed. Her little crush on the fool showed in a brief emotional glimpse. Devin rested his hand close to where hers sat. Circe didn’t notice the sly way that Alice took his in hers. “What do you mean?” Devin asked.“He went on a mission to Canada, and he hadn’t returned yet. I feel that his superiors let him run loose a little too much, giving him far too much leeway with his training,” it was an indirect insult at Devin. Circe clearly didn’t know that he was the one responsible for his education, development, and training. If she did, she didn’t care for Devin’s reaction either. Luckily, he kept it under wraps, not a muscle in his body moved. Alice clutched his hand slightly more than she should have, but Circe didn’t mind her very existence. Alice could get away with a lot, and not draw any of Circe’s precious attention. “I feel that since he’s your student that you should go retrieve him. In between these missions and your hobby--” that brought some ill feeling to Devin’s stomach. Wrestling for ten years means that it’s more than a pastime. “I think that you should be able to locate him and bring him back home.”“It could have been the gangs,” Devin acknowledged, “Princeton’s success rate with them is extraordinary, top of the field.”“It’s not gangsters or any dangerous,” Circe replied, with a joyous flutter in her tone, “we just think he found something more important than his work.”AWOL. Devin tensed up, but he transferred the feeling into his grip on Alice.“What are your orders, Circe?” there was no longer need to dance around the uncomfortable subject.“Bring him back,” she said, as Zeno came back into the room. “Or you can silence him.”
Circe definitely relied on the latter.“It doesn’t matter to me as long as it gets solved. If you do bring Princeton back, then he’ll be sentenced to reprogramming.”That word always sounded worse than death in Devin’s mind.
“I know that you have another show,” Circe pondered on the next ASCENT show, “I believe it’s against a K-Remix.”She notably cringed at the mere fact she spoke of the young man. It was news to Devin as the card had yet to go up. He didn’t question it as he knew that Circe had her ways to figure anything out. The world was only a lock door, and she had every key to every lock imaginable. “Gosh,” she sighed, “if you’re going to go fight him, please make a mess out of him. Like, eviscerate him if you can. I don’t like anyone who relies on fads and pop culture to be relevant.”It disgusted her to talk on the matter. Zeno took the time to present the newly cleaned championship to Devin. Devin took it, but it required some force. “I believe your brute here needs some reprogramming himself. He’s getting too feisty with me,” Devin told Circe, who replied with a loud laugh.“Oh please, he’s just under orders to take you out if you got too rambunctious yourself,” Circe happily explained, “I know how you care about your underlings and all.”Circe started for the door, humming to herself. She waited for Emily to open the door for her, which she did on cue. “Devin, I hope to hear pleasant results on both accounts. I don’t want any losers on my team. I’ve dealt enough with that from my siblings,” Circe’s final statement left a chill in the room, even beyond what she said about Zeno’s current directive. As she left, Alice started to collect her things frantically. It wasn’t too long before the two were out of the building and away from prying eyes and ears.
“Devin—” Alice couldn’t even finish the sentence.
“I’m not going to kill him.”Alice remained quiet before heading towards their vehicle, which shocked Devin. If Circe needed you, she would drag you out to her building, regardless if you’re willing or not. Devin opted to drive since he knew Alice was in quiet hysterics. “Dev,” Alice said, finally letting her tiredness get to her.Devin didn’t need to make a noise to tell Alice that she was listening.“What if they make you kill him?”There was silence for a moment.“I don’t know yet.”That’s all he could say.=== “Finally, Kristopher gets his shot.”The camera rested on the sight of a television screen. This time, instead of a clear video feed, a pixeled rendering of K-Remix’s face came up in lieu of his favoring towards video games. As the camera panned back, it showed that KONSTANTINE sat next to the television screen with the Genesis Championship resting on his lap. He wore the face paint again but added a black suit to fulfill a harrowing look. He cracked his neck before speaking again.
“In a single weekend, Kristopher Carter Jr. could become a double champion. In Elysium, the place where Finale fucked off too to tend to, Kristopher has to stop a failure of a woman to win one championship. He’ll try hard because that’s what he does. He stands on his platform and screams out to the annoyance of everyone, but he’ll get the job done. He does that quite a lot, despite what anyone might think of his outdated monikers and persona. That’s why I don’t refer to him as his stupid ring name. He’s more than that, and he just hasn’t woken up yet. He thinks it makes him cool, marketable, and attractive when it probably scares off many people that would look his way anyways. If it isn’t that, it’s because K-Remix—” KONSTANTINE cleared his throat, hating to utter the name, “has a mouth on him that doesn’t say the wisest things.”“Unfortunately, that mouth will get his chance at the second championship, the more important one, my Genesis Championship, shut down. He has dreams and aspirations like many his age, and this championship will get him closer to pushing out his father’s shadow. See, Kristopher fights against his own identity. He’s the spawn of a man who thought himself so great that he named his son entirely after him. He’s ‘Junior,' Kristopher must fight the hardest to make his name—that horrible ring name of his—worth a damn. He wants the remix to surpass the original as most cover artists do, but that dream isn’t coming true here in ASCENT.”“Not when Kristopher dared to put the whole title up on Twitter. Instead of looking towards the destructive storm that is me and the brightest gold in all of the wrestling world, he decided to look back to the easy pickings. Does it offend me?” KONSTANTINE honestly let out a chuckle, “no, it doesn’t.”
“It just means that I get to break in his chest cavity with my boot without any sense of remorse.”“I remember you spoke to me once before the first show came together. Menial humor that fell on deaf ears, which I thought little of at first. Over time, I started to notice that you’re just a comedian that tells jokes that were never funny. Is that what you want to be remembered? I didn’t think you did, so I went and listened to every word you said about other people.”“It started off innocent enough. You had the same arrogance that little shits like yourself always have. That’s okay. Then over time, I started to notice that you started to say some idiotic things that you shouldn’t have said. One of which was that you didn’t care about ASCENT. I thought that you were lucky that you kept a job here, especially after the fact that you were upset that you weren’t getting the opportunities promised to you when you signed here.”“I laughed that because there’s one thing you need to learn, and you should listen closely to a veteran like me when I say this.”
“You wouldn’t have made good on those opportunities anyways.”“When you’re put against competition, you stumble, and you lose. Elina beat you in route to becoming the first Genesis Champion. Then after that, you’ve been able to skate by, beating Viola and Tiffany. They haven’t been here, except to collect a check maybe. So, ASCENT threw you a bone, a chance to become something that you always wanted to be.”
“You wanted to be the Man, the most marketable little bastard that can carry companies on your back. You wanted to carry the top gold so that you can get all the girls swamping you on Twitter. You want to win my championship to prove that you’re not just some loudmouthed bitch that doesn’t have what it takes. Sadly, you don’t have the talent of, say, Scarlett Anthem. Nah, I didn’t beat her skull in because she’s a worthy young lady that can take the future when she wants.”
“You, on the other hand, you’re never going to make good on the opportunities given to you. You might beat Ryleigh Mathis over in Elysium, but she’s not that fantastic. You’ll take her championship, enjoy a moment in a tiny light, and then get beat down by someone worthy. That’s in the future, though. You can say that you have that to look forward to because right here?”“Here in ASCENT, Devin KONSTANTINE is going to kick your teeth down your damn throat.”
“Not because you’re a challenger, but because you’re a shitstain on wrestling that doesn’t know any better.”
“This is your opportunity to get familiar with the worst kind of failure. This match isn’t the one where you almost win, and you just fall short. No, this is a total beatdown to show you just how far the gap is. It’s one you can’t jump and can’t shorten to make it easy for yourself. Because despite everything you say, and you believe—”
“You’re not as good as you think you are.”
“I’m going to give you nightmares that’ll keep you up even when you’re trying to get ready for the ‘more important match.' You might not remember ASCENT if it does die, but you’ll remember me. You’ll remember this face-painted monster that made you cry for Mommy, Daddy, and Grandpa Dearest. I’m going to leave you with scars that you can’t recover from.”
“I’ll make your career terminal because I’ve always dealt with fools like you.”The television screen started to distort as K-Remix’s pixeled face started to turn to true 3D. As it did, his features became uglier, thanks to his face starting to melt. His eyeball rolled out his skull, blood ran down his horrified visage, and soon enough, there was only nothing left. However, the flashing words of “GAME OVER” came onto the screen.
“When you think that you’re safe, like Lex Collins when he ran away from ASCENT, I’ll come back. Because in your world, you think ASCENT’s going to die, so let’s roleplay a little, okay? I’ll paint the story for you.”
“You walk into this match and lose. That’s not changing.”“You go onto Hallowed Grounds over in Elysium, trying to cover up the bruises and stitch up the cuts from what I did to you. You beat Ryleigh Mathis and win the Hybrid Championship. You think you’re as good as the original holder, Elina Cartel. You call your mom and dad, and you tell them about how you won.”
“But then, they go silent.”“You ask them why they’re so quiet. Aren’t your parents proud of you?”
“They tell you that you should run, as you should have in ASCENT.”
“Why, you ask. What does the AMAZING K-REMIX have to fear?”
“Then you see my face.”
“You remember everything last thing I did to you. The ways I cut your skin open, the ease I had in breaking your jaw apart, and the lack of happiness I derived from doing it. You’ll remember my cold silence, and you’ll remember what I said here. Then you’ll have to remind yourself that you brought this upon yourself when you insulted the place that I reigned as KING in.”Devin stood up, taking out a sledgehammer. K-Remix’s face reappeared on the screen, and KONSTANTINE destroyed it with a single swing.“You’ll beg for my mercy.”KONSTANTINE grinned widely, placing his Genesis Championship onto his shoulder.“I’ll simply look down on you, take your Hybrid Championship into my hands, and say one thing.”
“I don’t have mercy for insufferable, little shits like you.”
KONSTANTINE sat back down in his seat, his eyes boring through the camera.“So, run over to Elysium after I beat your ass half way to death. It’ll be sad, especially since you don’t think ASCENT is worth your precious time. It’s where you think you’re safe, Kristopher. I’m going to tell you now and spare you the time. You’ll never be safe from me. You’ll never be able to run from DEVIN KONSTANTINE.”
“Also, remember, this match is your big opportunity.”KONSTANTINE’s cold piercing eyes were the final thing that anyone would see before the camera faded to black.“And you fucking wasted it.” |
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