*Heavy metal rock music plays for about thirty seconds, till eventually it fades*
 
Tyler: Welcome back guys, to our final fantasy tournament podcast, after this, episode six, we will be returning to the usual format
 
Connor: Which means I can bitch and curse about the state of the wrestling industry again… and boy is there plenty to talk about
 
Tyler: Just as quick reminder, these were the quarter final brackets, the last eight wrestlers left in the competition.
 
Connor: We have Thirteen versus Orlando Cruze, Alexis Quinne versus Blitzkreig, Kelcey Wallace versus the surprise package Chris Staggs, and Amy Chastaine facing off against Donovan Kayl in a rematch from round one
 
Tyler: The results have been counted, and verified… by my Dad who just happens to be an accountant
 
Connor: You say that like it’s a good think… they can fiddle anything
 
Tyler: My pops is as honest as they come
 
Connor: What happened to you then?
 
Tyler: Can we crack on, you’re ruining the atmosphere
 
Connor: Of course
 
Tyler: So, Thirteen who has a huge run in SCW a few years back, and was unbeatable for a time, he faced the Icon Orlando Cruze. The voting went back and forth om this one, and it was only in the last hour or so a decisive winner was found
 
Connor: Which was?
 
Tyler: Advancing to the semifinals… with 58.2% of the vote…Orlando Cruze
 
Connor: Next match?
 
Tyler: Well that was Alexis Quinne versus Blitzkrieg, two former SCW World Champions, but definitely at opposite ends of the size scale.
 
Connor: You are not kidding… if this match was for reals Quinne would have to use all her cunning to get it done
 
Tyler: Well, the votes come in, and it seems like the fans agreed with you, as Blitzkrieg pulled in 69.4 percent of the vote… advancing to the final four.
 
Connor: That’s the way I would have gone too
 
Tyler: Match three… saw Kelcey Wallace facing Chris Staggs, and I think it’s fair to say, quite a surprise that Staggs got this far
 
Connor: For sure, the public certainly seemed to have liked him during his tenure
 
Tyler: Could he pull of another huge shock and face Blitzkrieg in the final four? I’m afraid not… Kelcey Wallace pulling in 79.6% of the vote and advancing to the semis
 
Connor: You said semis
 
Tyler: Grow up… and finally our rematch. Amy Chastaine versus Donovan Kayl. Both seemingly having their fans, both making their way to this stage
 
Connor: Kayl would only need a few more supporters to get over the line, but did he do it?
 
Tyler: He did, but it didn’t make a difference… Amy Chastaine once again pulling 51% of the vote, and going through to the semi-finals to face Orlando Cruze
 
Connor: So, let me get this straight… the final four is Cruze versus Chastaine, and Wallace versus Blitzkrieg? That’s two huge main events right there.
 
Tyler: Just imagine all that on a PPV… would be amazing. Anyway, in the interests of drama, we are going to pause this episode right there and take a break and allow that to sink in. We’ll be back with part two of this episode in just a short while. See you then…

It will be up tomorrow. A few events distracted me from being able to finish them when I wanted. The next card is up though for people wanting to start plotting out their next roleplays. Sorry for the delay.

Jordan Majors vs. Syren
 
Jason Helms vs. Sienna Swann
 
Owen Cruze & Aaron Blackbourne vs. The Wonderland (Cain Adams & Alice Ames)
 
Xander Valentine vs. Kandis
 
SCW Television Championship
Kelsai Adamson-Mason vs. Cookie Dreams
 
A/C Unit (Cid Turner & Asher Hayes) in tag action
 
Jake Starr & Jay Gold vs. Aubrianna Powers & Gavin Taylor
 
Konrad Raab vs. Peyton Rice
 
Crystal Zdunich vs. Scarlet Grey
 
Cassidy Carter vs. Erica Eden
 
2 RP Limit for singles; 4 RP limit for tag
Deadline: 11:59:59 pm ET Tuesday, July 7, 2020
 
 
LOOKING AHEAD – July 15, 2020 Breakdown (These matches are not officially announced yet)***
David Helms, Jordan Majors & Josh Hudson vs. Sienna Swann, Bree Lancaster & Chris Cannon
 
Las Bandidas (Valeria Garcia & Maria Vencejo) vs. Frozen Hell (Regan Street & Selena Frost)
 
Golden Boys (Adam Allocco & Bison Jones) vs. Dark Fantasy (Ravyn Taylor & Syren)
 
Neegan Redfield in action
 
In addition, Alistaire Allocco, Blake Mason, Matt Hodges, Ace Marshall, Giovanni Aries, Tommy Valentine, Void, Clyde Sutter, Ridley Ellis among others will be booked too.
 
***Some people have asked about their future bookings to plan out roleplays to RTG. This is to help some that have asked. Please note if you aren’t on the list, you still may be booked. In planning, I have a lot of flex slots that I reconsider after every week to allow me to take advantage of anything that happens, new ideas, etc., but also, I’m likely booking a larger card so I can split the matches between July 15 and July 22, allowing people to focus on RtG, for the most part, after this show.

Hello everyone

Im todd been rping for a while happy to be here!

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PERSONAL INFORMATION
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Wrestler's Alias: ”The Burning Rose” Crystal Zdunich
Wrestler's Real Name: Christina Rose Hilton Lopez-Zdunich
Twitter Handle (if applicable): @crystal_hilton
Pic Base: Sasha Banks
Height: 5’5
Weight: 115 lbs
Birthdate: November 27th, 1987
Birth Place: Detroit Michigan
Current Residence: Los Angeles, California
 
Physical Description: Crystal is half black and half Mexican. Her hair color can vary from hot pink, to violet, to fire red, all the way to light blue. She is a slender beauty
 
 
WRESTLING INFORMATION
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Wrestling Style: High Flying / Lucha
Alignment (Face/Tweener/Heel):Face
Years Pro: 15
Theme Song: Smile Bomb by 17thekid
 
Finishers:
 

Photosynthesis : Crystal school girls her opponent once they are on the ground she wraps her legs around the arms of the opponent. She locks her arms around their neck and pulls back into a tight submission. (Naomi's Feel the Glow)


Rose Prism Power {630 Senton Splash)

Flame On : Asai DDT into a backstabber (Crystal showcases her athleticism as she tucks her opponents head underneath an arm and is positioned in front of them. She flips over them driving them down against her knees.)

 
Finishers Descriptions (If Needed):
Signature Moves:
 
1. Flashing Lights (Chick kick)
2. Smell The Roses (Handspring Standing Moonsault)
3. Mysteriorana
4. Ultra Hurricanrana
5. Tiltawhirl DDT
Signature Moves Descriptions (If Needed):
 
Common Moves:
 
Enziguri
Top Rope Hurricarana
Spring Board Moonsault
Tiltawhirl DDT
Tiltawhirl Armdrag
Diving Hurricarana
Springboard Armdrag
Springboard Hurricarana
Springboard Anything
Hurricarana
Snapmare
Hair Toss
Body Slam
Small Package
Leg Sweep
Snap Mare followed by Running dropkick to face with seated opponent
Anything Speedy, high risk, and lucha stylish
 
Strengths: Quick on her feet
Not afraid to take risks.
Experience been wrestling over 14 years
 
Weaknesses: Crystal is a major showboater instead of continuing with her assault she will break away to pose for the cameras which gives her opponents a clear opening. She is so Lucha and speedy base if she manages to stay grounded her whole game is taken away
 
Entrance:
The entire arena fades to black as we are left in nothing but darkness. All of a sudden Crystal's voice can be heard all throughout the speaker systems.

"YOUR SMILE MAKES MY HEART EXPLODE... THANK YOU FOR WAKING ME UP!!!!"

As soon as that is said explosions can be heard going off as we are treated to some flame pyros.

Smile Bomb by 17thekid plays across the speakers and it is at that moment when the crimson red haired "Burning Rose" Crystal Zdunich walks from the curtains. She is accompanied by her fiancee Alexandra Caldwell, and the two of them make their way to the ring. Crystal is focused as she walks to the ring with a purpose. She however slaps the outstretched hands of fans along the way. She runs up the stairs and walks to the middle of the apron. She flicks her hair before she drops down into a split that gains the pop of the entire crowd. She slides into the ring and as soon as she is inside she kips up to her feet. She tosses her Shoto inspired hoodie towards her wife as she awaits the start of the match. Alexandra cheers for her fiancee as Crystal is locked in a trance.

 
Biography: Crystal Zdunich more known as Crystal Zdunich is a 16 time World Champion. She is half black and half Mexican. Her conception was that of a mistake when a local girl from Detroit went to Mexico on Spring Break she slept with a local. Crystal has had a rough upbringing as her mother left her on her sister’s doorsteps in which Crystal’s Aunt adopted her. By adoption Crystal became the youngest of 5 in a single mother household. Her biological mother was a big time junkie and she had no idea about her father. Crystal took to softball and became very good. She was a prodigy however she was bullied greatly by the mean girls in her school for being mixed. She wasn’t black enough to fit in with the black people and not latina enough to fit in with that crowd. She was harassed every day and eventually found love with a transfer student from NY. She got to close to him and in 9th grade she got pregnant. She would go on to have the child at a very young age. She ended up finding her father who was a Mexican wrestling legend. He brought her to her wrestling school and at the age of 17 she left the school with lucha training under her. Her husband Todd Williams the transfer student married him and he was the head of a criminal organization. Todd used his money to buy Crystal a movie studio where she could live out her fantasy as an actress. All of these years later she has been married three times and is now married to a Swedish woman named Seleana Zdunich. She is owner of Rose Productions Movie Studio. Despite being bullied she has become that bully.
 
After having some run ins with her current wrestling company and in talking to Holly Adams she has found her way to SCW in order to dominate another company and enjoy herself along the way.
 
Sample RP:
 
From an old RP
 
Los Angeles, California
Doctor's Office

The Hollywood Angels sat down in the doctor’s office as they waited patiently to see if Crystal was going to be cleared for their big match over the weekend. After being dropped head first onto a steel chair at the hands of Maria Salvatore-Spencer it was unknown if Crystal was going to be ready for their big match together. Crystal had suffered a concussion and now it was up to the doctors if Crystal would be ready to wrestle or not. Crystal smiled as she held her phone out. She had the selfie camera on so that she could see herself in it. Crystal couldn’t help but grin as she ran her hands through her long purple hair as she spoke to herself.

“God I am so beautiful… Wouldn’t you agree so my love?!” Crystal smiled with an evil grin as she made sure to glance at every aspect of herself. She held the camera up as she made a duck face.

“SELFIE!!!” Crystal yelled before she took the picture offering yet another grin as she continued to idolize herself.

Seleana watched and shook her head. “I hope they clear you, Chickie. This is daunting enough with you as my partner. I don’t know what i would do if it wasn’t you…”

Crystal flicks her hair as she smiles in return. “Oh… I know what you would do without me probably LOSE… Don’t get me wrong I fully believe in your abilities and all but I am Crystal Hilton and it just doesn’t get any better than it does then teaming with me….”

Crystal’s response was that of being self absorbed. The Hollywood princess however just continues to smile as she slowly turns her attention back over to Seleana. “Now before you even ask it no I am not ignoring what Maria did to me nor do I care. You heard Megan Helms King she plans on getting me an even better belt so why should I care on how some two bit mobster feels about me. I know she is just jealous that she didn’t have the night with Maleek that I had with him…”

Crystal catches herself as she slowly moves her eyes to Sel. “I am soooo sorry that didn’t come out the way I wanted it to come out. I… I haven’t been feeling well….” Crystal sighs in return as she hugs Seleana tightly as it seems she is having some type of conflict within herself.

Seleana nods slowly as she hugs Crystal back. “I’d be terrified if I’m honest. If it were me that got hurt that way. I’d be frightened beyond all reasonableness, beyond all hope of rationality. I would be waiting for the doctor to come in and give me awful news.”

“Well that’s because you are nothing but a weak bitch!” Crystal shouts back before she covers her mouth. She suddenly begins to tear as she looks back at Seleana with a shocked expression on her face. “I… I didn’t mean to say that… Sel I am sorry you know I wouldn’t say something like that. Ever since Maria dropped me on that chair I haven’t been myself… I… I don’t know what’s wrong….”

Seleana stares at Crystal in shock. “Estrellita… have…” She pauses, considering her words carefully. “Have you been taking your meds?”

Crystal looks back at Seleana as she sighs shaking her head. “Not really… Not since Maria did what she did to me… Maybe I should go take them now. I don’t want to say something I am going to regret later and it’s unfair to you. I guess I can go take them now right?!”

Seleana nods. “Ok.” She hugs Crystal again reassuringly. “Te amo, Estrellita. I’m not going anywhere.”

Crystal rises up from the waiting room chair and she immediately goes to the bathroom. She closes the door behind her as she takes a long glance into the mirror as she opens up her pocket book and pulls out a bottle of her Setraline. Crystal sighs as she cups some water against her face.

“Crystal get a grip girl. You are destroying your relationship and being a bitch to all of your close friends. Get a hold of yourself!” Crystal wipes her face making sure the cold water hits it but it’s at that point where she looks back at the mirror and she can see her reflection. Except her reflection has an evil look on her face.

“Did you miss me?!” The reflection smiles with an evil grin but Crystal sighs as she quickly jumps back glaring daggers at herself.

“NO anybody but you! I thought I killed you off a long time ago! Stay the fuck away!”

Her evil reflection laughs as she points at the medicine bottle. “Kill me? You can’t kill me. You need the Rose Goddess in your life. I am the part of you that has been missing in your life. Look at you, you are one big fucking wreck. When you had me in your life you didn’t give a shit if you stabbed Nicky Silver in the back. You didn’t give a shit if you trampled over everybody in SCW. As long as you walked away as a World Champion that’s all that ever mattered right? Well look at you now Crystal… Or should I say Christina you really can’t be happy with yourself now can you?!”

Crystal shakes her head as tears flow from her eyes. “What do you know anyway! I am perfectly fine!!!! I have a beautiful girlfriend and…”

“And you are just going to settle for that?! When did Crystal Hilton settle for being background noise. You are the main event yet you let an Italian twat get the better of you. You haven’t amounted to anything in LAW yet and now your own teammates feel the need to talk shit about you… That’s not how it should work especially not with you. What you really need is a little of me in your life again. Let me get control… IF you give me complete control you won’t be disappointed”

Crystal shakes her head with tears in her eyes. “NOOOO I can’t do that too many people are counting on me for me to just give into you…”

The reflection smiles as she keeps on talking. “OH but you need me. You aren’t who you should be. You haven’t been for quite some time… But I can make everything right. I can make people respect you. I can give you all you want you just need to believe in me….”

“ I said NO!!!!” Crystal angrily punches the mirror shattering it to pieces. Her hand is bleeding and she quickly grabs a paper towel to wipe herself but the reflection appears in front of her.

“Just give into me Christina stop making it hard on yourself… Just grab that medicine bottle and empty the contents into the toilet and flush it… Once you do that it will all be done and I can do what I do best…”

Crystal shakes her head as she grabs her bottle and she quickly opens it. She holds two pills out and is about to put it into her mouth but then she finds herself walking over to the toilet with the medicine bottle.

“STOP!!!!!!!!”

“Oh if you don’t want to willingly give me what i want I will just take it. Since Maria dropped you on your head you thought it would be wise to not take any of your medicine and this is what happens. Those times you were snapping at Zoey and Farrah on Twitter that was me, and you can’t stop what I am about to do….Just think about the fun I am going to have with Seleana… Manipulating her to do what I want her to do… This is going to be so amazing….”

“NOOOO Stop not Sel… Don’t hurt her….”

The reflection smiles as she looks back at Crystal.

“You know what you need to do.”

Crystal is shaking as she finds herself throwing the pills into the toilet. She empties her entire bottle into the toilet and flushes it down as she throws the bottle into the garbage.

“There are you happy?!”

“I knew you would give in… This is going to be fun… It’s been awhile since I got to do what I wanted to do…”

Crystal adjusts herself as she exits the room and walks over to where Seleana is sitting. “Heya sexy... “ Crystal grabs her and makes out with her in the waiting room as others just look in shock.

“What the fuck are all of you looking at? I know I am beautiful but I am a one woman girl deal with it!” Crystal smiles running her hands through Sel’s hair.

Seleana takes in the whole of the situation and frowns slightly, her face filled with confusion. “Estrellita, are you alright then?”

“I am just so fine… And I am not just talking about my looks either. I got you, I got me, that’s all that matters right?!”

The receptionist spoke out. “Miss Hilton… The doctor will see you now…”

“About time! Come on mi Novia we have a doctor to see…” Crystal smirks grabbing Seleana by the hand as they head for the exam room.
 
Moments later Crystal and Seleana are both sitting down in the examining room. Crystal smiles as the doctor finally walks inside. Crystal just has an evil grin on her face as she looks at the doctor. The doctor shakes his head sighing as he sits down looking at the two of them.

“Hello Miss Hilton first and foremost I am happy that you were able to come today…”

“Well no shit…” Crystal snapped back as she twirled around in the chair. “I kinda had too you know with this whole wrestling match ordeal on Sunday and what not. So let’s get down to business are you going to clear me or not?!”

The doctor sighs as he puts his head down looking at Sel before turning his attention back over to Crystal.

“I looked at your chart over and over again. Considering the tests that we have ran I can’t clear you. I think you honestly just need to rest some more and give it a few more weeks. In about two more weeks you would be completely healed and can do whatever you want to your heart’s content but for now I just think you should perhaps take it easy and don’t do anything too strenuous…”

Crystal smiles as she looks at Sel. “You heard that Sel he said he is going to clear me!”

The doctor shakes his head. “I didn’t say that Miss Hilton… You have misheard me….”

Seleana takes hold of Crystal’s hand. “It’s ok, Estrellita…”

Crystal snatches her arm away as she looks back at the doctor. “NO! It’s not okay! I am Crystal Hilton obviously he doesn’t know who he is dealing with nor does he know of the power that I hold in this city. I can get what I want!”

The doctor looks back at Crystal with a shocked expression on his face. “And how is that going to happen Miss Hilton? As a doctor I cannot condone you stepping into the ring. It’s just not going to happen”

Crystal grins as she just shakes her head. She reaches into her purse and pulls out her checkbook. She smiles as she writes something on a blank check and slowly hands it to the doctor.

“You sure because I can make it worth your while for sure?!”

“Miss Hilton… Like I said I cannot and will not condone you stepping into the ring and….”

Crystal grins evilly as she looks at the man. “You might want to look at that check. Yes that isn’t a mistake there are that many zeroes.”

The doctor looks down and his eyes light up. He cracks a wide grin as he looks at her. “On second thought I don’t think your condition is as bad as I thought. You should be able to compete on Sunday. I will have my secretary write up the paperwork so that you could hand it in to your wrestling company.”

Crystal nods her head smirking at Sel. “You hear that babe? They are going to clear me. I knew my condition wasn’t as bad as they originally made it sound.”

Seleana stares at both of them, anguish in her eyes. “Estrellita… you can’t… please?”

Crystal crosses her arms as she looks back at Sel. “What’s wrong you and I in that ring together… Isn’t that what you wanted?! We are getting exactly what we both wanted and the doctor says I am okay so it shouldn’t be an issue. Just relax things will be fine!”

Seleana nods slowly. “Ja, I wanted… but…”

“But what?! You aren’t explaining yourself properly!” Crystal yells back as she looks at Seleana. The doctor smiles as he exits the room.

“I will leave you two to be… Miss Hilton that paperwork will be drawn up in a few…”

“Thank you so much… I will definitely be visiting you again Doc…”

Seleana cocks her head to the right. “Crystal…” Her voice almost cracks under the emotional strain. “How can we do this? He just said you still need two weeks off…”

“Did you not see him just clear me?! What’s the problem… This is what we have been training for. I know you probably wanted to team with your sister but you got me. We aren’t going to let Farrah run her mouth. DID YOU HEAR WHAT SHE SAID ABOUT ME?! And I am just supposed to take that?! No....We are doing this my way! You hear me Sel?! My way!”

“So I’m just supposed to pretend he didn’t tell you no before you paid him off?”

“I did what I had to do to get the result we wanted… You should be thankful that I did that so now I can do what I do best against Farrah…”

Seleana shakes her head. “This isn’t about Mama Red, or Z, it’s about you and your health. I love you, Crystal, I don’t wanna see you get hurt worse!”

Crystal stands up as she looks directly at Sel. “Well maybe you shouldn’t worry about so much about then. After all I am a Goddess I will always be fine no matter what. Worry about yourself Sel and doing what you need to do so we can pick up the win. I’ll be waiting in the car.”

Crystal walks out of the room with a cocky expression on her face as she heads towards the receptionist to pick up her doctor’s note.

“För fan i helvete!” Seleana shakes her head and follows Crystal out, wondering how they’re going to get through this.
 
 
HANDLER'S INFORMATION
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Handler's First Name: Todd
Skype:
Discord: Thedreamer21
Other:

Hey everyone... As per my OOC on my RP from last week, I'm addressing the COVID-19 reality.  I want to tell everyone that my daughter was exposed directly, and subjected to the shitty test that determines positive or negative tests, and thankfully, she has officially come up negative.  We found out yesterday, and I've told a couple people here and there.

Now on a soapbox... Please people, take this disease seriously.  It was threatening enough to put a six year old into a quarantined state for over 10 days.  Most importantly, as a parent, it put a sense of fear into me that I never want to feel again.  I want to believe I can protect her from everything, and not risk her health.  The reality is, you can't Nerf the world.  Risk is out there.  I just want everyone to be safe in today's time.  We are one family.  It's not something mentally anyone wants to experience.  All I ask, take the proper precautions, and protect those around you.  Adhere to whatever your locality suggests is the right protections for where you live.  And most importantly, realize this thing can get anyone at anytime.

I don't want to see anymore family face this stress I've faced over the past 10 days or so.

“You’re going to get hurt. Please, stop.” 

Good advice. Ignored. 
—

A pot of coffee had barely managed the task of keeping his bloodshot eyes open. A couple of ibuprofen and Tylenol down the hatch chased by caffeine hadn’t been putting the faintest dent in his discomfort. This, thought Matt Hodges, is life now. The cost of his return to the ring was sleep deprivation and constant agony. The smarting that bid him to walk ever so gingerly on his leg at all hours of the day had planted the seed for the thought that this was, by all accounts, a horrible idea. 

He was a person who loved his sleep. It helped him recover from his aches and pains just as it did anybody else. But these last few weeks of minimal sleep had given him no quarter. The very abbreviated state of diminished consciousness first just made him temperamental, but now had rendered him a zombie with occasional visual disturbances. 

At first glance at his son Ian this morning, it appeared to him, if only for a moment, that he had rows of razor sharp, flesh tearing incisors as teeth. A quick blinking reset revealed it was just his typical wild smile, sans the cannibalistic mouth.

Two hours or less a night. Tossing and turning with pain unloading on him with every second. Every minute of the day while he was awake felt euphoric. Almost like he was on a constant, unenjoyable high. He felt like he was tripping every time he played with his sons and every time he sat down to dinner. Daylight hours stretched into an eternity, and he would silently beg for his bed all day. And then the very moment his head hit the pillow, the throbbing in his knee demanded he not get more than a few winks. 

He knew the cause of this was the itch that he just had to scratch. His triumphant return to glory, turned to ashes before his very eyes. The Iron Man Match and now being in the battle royal match for almost an hour had already had their way with him. It was too long to be in the ring and he knew it. At 37 years old and an iconic injury history, he wished he had it in him to just flip an internal switch and die instead of bare the humiliation of having to walk away again. The entire flight home from Scum Jersey had been one of both inner and outer turmoil. He couldn’t get comfortable in the slightly less cramped space afforded by first class airfare. And he had a terrible nagging feeling that this would be, yet again, his last match with the company. 

And yet, his primary care doctor told him that upon ultrasound, there was no further damage to the knee. It looked the exact same in terms of stability that it had before his return. Psychic pain, he said. Most likely a combination of the mildest bit of inflammation with some kind of deep seated psychological distress. It was common, opined the doctor, for a man approaching 40 to suffer from these kinds of spiritual aches and that they actually most commonly manifested in physical form. Maybe helplessness at the inability to stop time from passing him by or the notion his better years were behind him. Could be borne out of a lack of accomplishment or uncertainty of what was to come next. Sometimes it was about not feeling loved or needed. Sometimes sexual frustration. There was a wide array of possibilities; the main thing, the doctor said, was to seek help.

When Hodges pressed him on what he could do for sleep, the doctor told him to get more exercise.

But I train three hours a day. There has to be a reason I can’t sleep.

The doctor shrugged. Maybe you just need to talk to somebody.

A prescription for a four pill supply of Vicodin, prednisone, an antidepressant, and a referral for outpatient psychiatric services. He couldn’t believe it. It was good news that he didn’t understand. Something had to be wrong. Never before had a patient been so aggrieved to hear the words structurally intact and no new damage. 

Hannah picked the medicine up. Hodges chose to take the prednisone. The rest of the medications sat unopened on his night stand on top of the list of mental health specialists he was given.

As a former addict of substance, he arbitrarily set the hard limit that he couldn’t have the narcotics, and he didn’t want any pills to alter the way he experienced his already limited scope of emotion. He wasn’t in any emotional distress. As far as Matt Hodges was concerned, his mental health was beyond reproach. He’d been told by a number of semi-romantic partners and booty calls over the years to seek help,just as he had been by his doctor, but he wasn’t the chief problem in any of those situations. In his mind, they were projecting their issues into him, a simple decoy for their self hatred. And besides, he had been very clear with the myriad of sexual partners that orgasms were all he was capable of providing, and even then they would mostly be his own. If Hannah hadn’t become pregnant, she would’ve suffered the same excision. 

This corner he painted himself in wasn’t a problem for him anymore. He had by and large made peace with it. It didn’t haunt him in the ways it had before.

What he couldn’t make peace with was failure.

Being less than. 

The unbearable splitting pain that had consumed his every day.

Depleted of all energy and possessed by caffeine, he stared blankly in the general direction of his two sons as they played in the backyard. He sat on the patio furniture watching the children run about with no particular rhyme or reason. Devoid of energy, he was trying to be an involved father, but the level best he could muster was this half interested gawk as the boys ran around the yard.

“Daddy! Come push us!” Matthew Jr. and Ian giggled to each other as Hodges, without any cognizance, stood up and responded with robotic intent. He pushed the swing with his foot to send the two boys into a spin and gradually watched them pick up steam. 

Round and round. He had to consciously remind himself to blink. All he wanted was his bed. Each time the boys came back around, he gave a left footed shove to the edge of the tire swing. And each time he picked his foot up, he felt a twinge in his right knee from bearing all of his weight.

He needed to get to sleep. 

Fuck being awake. 




“I’m worried about him,” said Hannah Hodges as she watched her husband give anergic shoves with his foot through the sliding glass door. He stared off into space as the boys laughed from their bellies. 

“Why? What’s wrong?” Heather, her sister, asked. They had these nightly phone calls as their main source of communication. She lived on the west coast with her husband and three children. 

“I don’t know exactly,” Hannah said. “I know he’s been in a lot of pain lately and it’s not helping matters any. He’s not sleeping very much.”

“Has he taken any of the pain medicine the doctor gave him?” Heather inquired. 

“Not a one,” Hannah said after taking a sip out of her wine glass. “He says he used to like being altered too much. He’s afraid that if he does that he’ll want to have a drink again or something.”

“Jesus. Was he ever that bad? Like a serious addict?”

“He says he was,” said Hannah, “and I guess I don’t really want to find out how bad it was by the way he talks about it. I do know that he really enjoyed his booze.” Years ago, she had seen the unfortunate suffering of her now husband as he spent days in a naked sweat, ridding his body of the demon. 

“Well, you know, the first step is admitting you have a problem…”

“I know. But I’m really worried about him and it’s more than just the pain.” She watched as the boys slid out of the bottom of the tire. They ran off to the sandbox. Matt, without a thought, sat down on the patio furniture and resumed taking large swigs of what must have been lukewarm black coffee. 

“What else is it?”

“Well…he’s been...I don’t know. Just kind of muttering to himself. It’s weird. I’ll catch him saying things to himself under his breath, which is very unusual for him. Then when I ask him what he said, he says nothing.”

“Maybe you’ve never noticed it before and he does it all the time,” Heather offered. “Don’t we all talk to ourselves?”

“But that’s just it, “ Hannah said. “He doesn’t.”

“As your sister I feel like I’m supposed to tell you when you’re looking for problems. And this is one of those instances,” Heather tried to reassure all the way from Wyoming. “Things are changing a little bit. He’s been on the road a lot. He’s back to work. He’s hurting. The poor guy has a lot on his plate.”

“There’s something else,” Hannah said, her eyes fixed on her husband. “We haven’t exactly been having sex. It’s been a few weeks. Since I think the day before he left for New Jersey.”

“Couldn’t that be because he’s in pain?”

“He’s had his good days and his bad days with pain since I’ve known him but it’s never slowed down his sexual appetite.” She refilled her wine glass to the halfway mark. “We’ve always had a great sex life. He just seems completely uninterested. And I’ve gone to bed in some extremely sexy lingerie. He doesn’t bat an eye.”

“Oh, Hannah…”

“He just gives me a kiss on the cheek and rolls over. Stares at the wall, he says. I don’t know. Do you think...he might be cheating on me?” The thought of her husband stepping out on their marriage was a visceral gut check, but with a man on the road, it did feel like a question that needed asked in light of recent events — even if just for simple reassurance. 

“Have you gone through his phone?” Heather asked. “I would be surprised if Matt was cheating on you, but it might help to ease your mind if you saw it.”

“No, and I know all the warning signs of cheaters as well,” she said. “Do you remember Robbie? That guy kept his phone on him like it was his fucking dick. That’s a cheater’s behavior. His phone is sitting right here. Right in front of me. So either he’s cleaned it out of evidence or...I don’t know. I don’t know, Heather, I just know that something isn’t quite right with him.” Hannah tried to keep her frantic tone at bay. “Or maybe, just maybe, he’s better at cheating than the average guy? Fuck.”

“I really do think you might just be overreacting a bit,” she said. “I’m also going to tell you this. Matthew Hodges is one of the very best men I’ve ever met and there’s no way he’s going to cheat on his wife. I also think maybe you’re stressed out being home alone with the boys. Maybe you guys need to take a little trip or something. Get away for a few days. See maybe if mom can watch the kids?”

Hannah sighed. “Alright. You’re probably right. Maybe he just needs a full night of sleep, too. I mean I know how bitchy I can get without enough of that.”

“Exactly, Han. Just let things be, and things will normalize on their own. Dave and I went through something similar, remember, when he got promoted at his firm.”

“Yeah,” Hannah responded nonchalantly. The two situations were barely comparable. Dave was every trust fund kid who’d ever been set up for success by inherited wealth. He never had to struggle just to do something he loved the way she was watching her husband struggle. She knew that this was how her sister related to the problems of others. She took a sip of red wine and watched the scene through the window. Matt exhaled deeply and finished pounding down the coffee like he was a frat boy shotgunning a beer with no noticeable effect. Her beautiful baby boys chased each other around the yard. 

Just a rough patch. That’s all this is. She mouthed the words I love you so much to him through the window. He didn’t move an inch as he watched the kids. 

But Heather was right. She had to be. Everything was going to be fine. 

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So it comes to this. An eleven PM showdown with a bottle of NyQuil. I probably should use that antidepressant in hindsight. Use it as a chaser. not operate heavy machinery. Pffft. I’ll do what the fuck I want, thank you very much. I don’t want to cede to the notion I’m depressed. Instead, I take four tiny pink tablets over the counter Benadryl and sit them on my tongue before I clutch the child proof cap of the bottle with my right hand. 

Shhh shhh shhh, no no no no no, don’t scream. I won’t drink you. Not all of you anyway. I need some of you left for tomorrow night. I’m going to put my mouth on your neck and suck down whatever I can get in one mouthful. Pack you right into the walls of my cheeks and then suck down your sweet cherry flavor with that three week expired milk aftertaste. And you like that. Don’t you. 

I realize this may not be your intended use, but fuck it. I don’t care. It’s sleeplessness that’s brought me to this. Nothing more. You see that man in the mirror? He looks like a sick animal. That’s what happens to a man when he’s deprived of rest for days and weeks on end. The bags under those eyes are some knock off designer Gucci brand. Look at me. Some psychotic looking blue eyed rabid freak. I hate what I see. You can’t tell unless you pay very close attention, but the freshly buzzed sides of my hair are just ever so slightly salt and peppered. I’m turning slightly gray. My face looks weathered. I look rough. I was once young, attractive, and virile. Now I lose my erection half the time without warning and there’s nothing I can do to revive it.
  
Bottoms up.

Mmm. You don’t taste as bad as I remember as a kid, after all. Look at the bottle, Matt. Maybe a quarter of it gone? It’s fine. Put the cap back on and lock it up in the medicine cabinet. You need your beauty sleep tonight and the next night especially. In a few days you get to test out your knee. 

...Actually, fuck that. One more sip, just for good measure.

I have those pills downstairs. My knee still hurts like hell. Maybe just one on top of this will help me get to sleep. I told the doctor I couldn’t have them and didn’t want them. It’s a test of the indomitable human spirit. He said, it’s just a few to get you through the worst of it. Sure. Maybe a pill, some nyquil, and a little bit of whiskey, essential oils, CBD, melatonin, exercise. Everybody has an idea on how I’m supposed to fall asleep. My wife, god bless her stupid little soul, does research throughout the day to see what I can do differently. My eyes hurt. My knee hurts. She comes to me with several ideas. Plays with my hair while I lay in bed. Rubs my back. Makes recommendations. Thanks honey. I settled on a bottle of nyquil and benadryl because it seems to have a low abuse potential. If this home remedy of over the counter tranquilizers doesn’t do the trick I’m going to stomp out a bird’s nest of unhatched eggs while mama bird watches.

And then who knows, maybe I’ll just die. Nothing wrong with that. It’s probably what’s best for me. No more pain. No more sleepless nights. No more finding a puddle of piss on the floor next to the toilet. Doesn’t sound half bad sometimes.

I lock up the medicine cabinet and head to the bedroom. It’s 1am. Please, god, let me sleep. 

素晴らしい

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Wrestler's Alias: Subarashi
Wrestler's Real Name: ???
Twitter Handle (if applicable): N/A
Pic Base: Masked AJ Styles from NJPW
Height: 5’10”
Weight: 218 lbs
Birthdate: 6/15/1983
Birth Place: New York, New York
Current Residence: Yokohama, Kanagawa-shi, Japan


Physical Description: Subarashi’s mission to cleanse the world of demons requires that he wear a mask at all times, lest they discover his true identity. His mask of choice is black and white, with a skeletal pattern. He’s got dark brown hair that is approaching shoulder length. He wears black wrestling pants and boots with green lettering on them. On the way to the ring he wears a black leather hooded vest with the Kanji for Subarashi written in green on the back. His build is lithe and ripped, allowing for maximum explosive impact as he maintains his high octane style.



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Wrestling Style: High octane/high-risk/high-flying/high-impact
Alignment (Face/Tweener/Heel): Mostly face, but sometimes has questionable methodology and choice of company
Years Pro: 16
Theme Song: “Touch Off” by UVERworld


Finishers:  零之太刀・回天
Tachi: Kaiten (translation: Change the Heavens)


Finishers Descriptions (If Needed): This is a two part finisher. Subarashi begins this by lifting the opponent up on his shoulders and delivering an Alabama Slam. He quickly slides down and lifts the opponent into a seated position, sometimes doing his signature Sideways Thumbs Up pose next to their head, before hitting the ropes and delivering a VICIOUS knee strike to the back of the head. It leaves an opponent with a few key moments where they’re able to escape its full wrath if scouted well enough, but if both parts connect… sayonara.


Signature Moves: 四之太刀：陽炎
Tachi: Kagero (translation: Heat Haze that Rises from the Earth)

Signature Moves Descriptions (If Needed): Lifting Hammerlock Cradle-Hold into a sitout Side Powerslam

Signature Moves:壱之太刀・燕飛
Tachi: Enpi (translation: The Swallow’s Flight)

Signature Moves Descriptions (If Needed): A rapid action corkscrew moonsault, as in, Subarashi leaps to the top rope and flips back with the maneuver with as little wasted motion as possible


Signature Moves: Really, Just a Very Good Superkick


Signature Moves Description: A Superkick that some say may even be in the top 3 superkicks. Maybe the best ever, on its day. 


Signatures Moves: Dropkick Combo

Signature Moves Description: Subarashi whips his opponent into the corner and follows with a high dropkick to the shoulder/face area that glances off them as he lands on the apron outside. He sweeps his opponent’s leg, sending them to a seated position and in the same movement leaps over the top-rope and uses the rope to aid his momentum with a vicious dropkick to his seated opponent.

Common Moves: 
-Discus Clothesline
-Pele Kick
- V-Trigger knee strikes
-spinning heel kicks
-dropkicks
-Tornado DDT
-Slingblade



Strengths: Despite being 37, Subarashi is in incredible shape, having maintained a grueling fitness regimen through his thirties. This helps him maintain his high-octane, explosive style that can often overwhelm and bewilder opponents. His great conditioning also helps him to maintain during longer bouts.


Weaknesses: While Subarashi may  be difficult to catch, if you are able to get him grounded, his main weakness is submission wrestling. Opponents who can’t keep up with his lightning pace may find more success in keeping him on the mat and making his speed a non-issue.

Another problem Subarashi has often had in his career is a tendency to get caught up in the moment, playing to the crowd and trying to dazzle with a jaw-dropping manuever when he might have been better served just going for the cover.


Entrance:

The arena goes dark. On the video screen, we see a lit match being held between two fingers. A few second’s pass before a woman’s voice says: “Fire.”

“素晴らしい”, appears on the screen written in fire as the drum beats from the beginning of UVERworld’s “Touch Off” begin to play. We wait for the song to really kick in.

Ato ikutsu no jiyuu wo!

NA NANANA NANANA NANANA!


 An explosion follows and the arena is bathed in the light of the pyro as the song’s mellow and sultry saxophone kicks in. The masked man, known as Subarashi the Demon Slayer makes his way out from the back as flames shoot up from the stage around him.

He stops at the top of the stage and brings his fist to his hand, giving a respectful bow to all those in attendance. Then he brings his left hand up, extending it in his signature Sideways Thumbs Up pose. He takes a deep breath and heads down to the ring.

Phillips: “Now on his way to the ring, weighing in at 218 pounds. From Yokohama, Kanagawa-shi, Japan... he is The Demon Slayer... SUBARASHI!!!

The crowd pops as he slides under the bottom rope and runs over to the corner, leaping up to the middle turnbuckle and extending the Sideways Thumbs up to those in attendance once more, before settling back down onto the canvas and waiting for his match to start.


Biography: Very little is known about this masked man, shrouded in mystery. When he’s not speaking in Japanese, he  speaks in half-riddles about cleansing the world of Demons. One thing is for sure, Subarashi has arrived to SCW with a mission to carry out.


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My mother has a series of doctors appointments on the week of this particular Breakdown. Has a procedure to do on the 9th but she will need to go in for Pre Op stuff on the 7th. The 7th is Tuesday. Deadline day. I would rather not to have a rp to focus on that particular week. Use Blake on the show however you see fit. Gonna be a busy week. Noting it here.