Post by Lochlyn Cade on Aug 18, 2021 11:46:55 GMT
Reflection and Symbolization, The Progeny and The Vulcan.
OOC: Please feel free to ignore the consistency of my character development. I have a lot of unknowns about the character I feel needs to be fleshed out to have a true grasp of who he is as a character. There may be several changes in his mentality and way of dealing with things as he grows and develops into something even I understand. LoL
Reflection
The man behind the mask sits in the lowly hotel room on a worn out sofa that should have been replaced years before he rented it for the night. He has Amazon Fire Stick plugged into the television and he’s scrolling thru menus of Action Wresting replays and monumental moments.
This company in which he finds himself is filled with both stars of yesterday and today and the competition is stronger than ever. He didn’t think this was going to be easy but he didn’t expect the journey to evoke the emotions that he finds himself overwhelmed with at the moment.
After all it’s Thanksgiving and everybody loses a match, even the best, or for the sake of competition those you wish to be the best. This business was built on rivalries and contention with some controversy thrown in for good measure. It’s wrestling 101 and it’s bitten him twice within the span of ten days.
He stops scrolling the menus as he finds himself staring at the screen.
CruiserHavoc Rumble 2019
He looks at the unfamiliar remote and tilts his head back taking in a deep breath. His finger hovers over the play button as he contemplates watching last year’s event.
Havoc Rumble had been announced earlier in the night, December 20th 2020. A date most will have already marked on their calendar.
He glances over at his mask sitting on the edge of the bed and wonders if this date is something with meaning for him. It’s not like he hasn’t considered the Cruiserweight title, he has. However it wasn’t under the circumstances in which he finds himself now.
He tries to keep up with the goings on in Action Wrestling. He’s glanced at the Champion’s bio after all he was the counterweight of J.C. Keeton’s match tonight. The heir to the Keeton family throne is cut from that same cloth as his father in needing, seeking, that approval through championships belts and titles thrown around this business on paper and molded thru sweat and ten pounds of gold.
The Champ, Kaz Mazy, held that belt up in front of a television camera for all to see and simply for the envy of Keeton’s lust filled eyes. The Progeny J.C. Keeton had his eyes wide on that golden goose of a Champion. The cruiserweight division in Action Wresting is stacked more thoroughly than any roster in the history of this industry and the Psycho Vulcan sits at the top.
The thought of Keeton winning that belt crossed many minds of those affiliated to Action Wrestling in the last two weeks. In those moments of concentration perhaps the new guy under the mask let that thought creep into his consciousness as well. If Keeton manages to pin the shoulders of Kazy on top of those AW letters in the center of the ring. Then that rivalry could potentially put the masked man front and center of the division. Something he didn’t think he wanted.
It wasn’t an intentional or methodically planned scenario just happenstance. There’s chance however that thought came into play as he stood inside that ring staring across at Soldado Fortuna. There’s a chance that thought played a role in him taking a look at what lay ahead of him instead of what was standing directly in front of him. It’s a tough lesson to learn on one of the AW’s biggest nights and his proverbial main event of his young career.
Then there’s Maxi Daemon who sits at the top of the Pure Division and if the masked man is being honest he bit off a bit more than he realized by exchanging a war of words on twitter before Turmoil. It’s become apparent to all, not just himself, that he’s got his eyes on some top dogs in the company. Those glaringly bright lights of AW has become a weakness as those in the upper echelon of the company with their arrogant slights have caught his ire.
This business is full of the greedy, chest beating, self entitled King Kong’s with the belts to back up their air of superiority. He’s let those patronizing sir vaunts get under his skin just a little bit too much and it cost him. It cost him a mark in the win column. It cost him a victory over an opponent he’d already beaten. It cost him his momentum. It cost him his confidence.
That’s been a steep price to pay for which he wasn’t expecting to have to pay consequences. Now the Cruiser Havoc Rumble has manifested itself right before his very eyes and is staring him directly in the face. It’s just another symbolized representation of distraction in which the masked guy feels the tantalizing temptations of that Cruiserweight Championship. The image of Kaz holding that belt outwardly towards the television screen reemerges into his consciousness.
The nebula of the cruiserweight division beckons those looking to play a crucial role in the coming year of Action Wrestling. It’s also the event in which the progeny made a name for himself and sprung himself into contention for that championship against the four time Champ, QDT. That’s a glaringly bright light staring at the guy who looks through the holes of a mask. Regardless of how deniable he attempts to make that look to himself.
If given the chance to be included in the Havoc Rumble yesterday he would have jumped at the chance. Today, well he’s somewhat intrigued but also hesitate knowing firsthand what that championship has already cost him. Is that belt really worth taking his attention off of the family Keeton, again? That feud. It’s been everything to him and now he’s caught up in a business that request more of a man than his own father had explained. Maybe that’s why he left the states and went overseas where the fans are more interested in what happens between those ropes and less on the words spoke before it.
He pulls out a small folded piece of paper torn away from a concession receipt in which the cute blonde had given him. She had walked up on him during a moment of mental weakness. She held him together in a moment he thought everything he had been working towards had come tumbling down. She promised not to tell anyone that she’d seen him without his mask. The truth of that face meant little to her as she wasn’t familiar nor concerned with who he really was she just took notice of the moment of vulnerability that she saw for herself.
He pulls out his cellphone and enters her number that she had scribbled and he realizes that she hadn’t given him a name. Perhaps, that’s meaningless or perhaps a symbolization of the future that he sees himself. Unknown.