Post by Cris on Jan 13, 2013 20:07:24 GMT -4
OOC: Apologies to DD and the Meltdown staff as this RP isn’t as good as I would’ve liked it to be, have gotten really ill over the last week so my focus wasn’t all that great, sorry guys 
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Christian Kane’s first loss in an Action Packed Wrestling ring. How does he feel? Like anyone would. Angry. Upset. Confused. This would not become a feature. It couldn’t. What has become a feature however, is tag team partners who’ve let Christian Kane down. First William Black, and now Kaylyn James Evans. William Black was taken out post match which turned the trio into a duo, and while Kane would say that KJE let him down he doesn’t really mean it. After all, if the roles were reversed Christian would do the exact same thing. Hitting your finish on your opponent then tagging in your partner to get the pinfall? That really gets the fans angry, especially when you do it to a crowd favourite like M&M. The truth is that KJE got caught - Kane got caught. They both did. However the talking point of the match wasn’t the end of it, it was after the match, a vicious assault by M&M on Kaylyn which could see her out of action for the foreseeable future. Christian Kane can not let this stand. Christian Kane won’t let this stand. And neither will Alexander Duvall.
This week though, Kane must attempt to divert his attention away from M&M to Donald Deruty. The wrestler looking to make a name out of his self in 2013 and at the same time get drafted up from Meltdown is certainly no pushover - if Christian Kane wants to defeat Deruty he must F O C U S.
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Jan 7th Meltdown
Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada
Soon, the crowd grows loud with a mixed reaction as Christian Kane steps into the frame. Hannah looks at him in wide eyes and Christian grabs her wrist, pulling the microphone to himself, glaring down at her.
Christian Kane: What those two did to KJE tonight was...stupid. Incredibly stupid. And their comments just now? Even more stupid. M&M need to learn that Christian Kane isn't a lackey or a minion. I promise you, Hannah, I promise you that I will become a force to be reckoned within this company...and I'll start by breaking the both of them.
He throws her hand down and stares off into the direction M&M walked in before marching away, angrily as we fade to black...
With the cameras turned off Kane’s anger slowly fades into sadness as he marches down the hallway towards the ambulance Kaylyn James Evans, Kane’s tag partner, is being loaded into. With an oxygen mask on and her leg precautionarily splinted, KJE is somewhat out of it as Kane approaches her on the stretcher. Looking down at her and sighing, Kane grabs a medic by the arm to get his attention.
“How is she?” He asks in between breaths, still somewhat exhausted from the match he’s just wrestled. Fearing the worst, as you do, Kane waits for a response from a somewhat hesitant medic - Christian Kane’s anger issues are well documented despite his brief tenure with Action Packed Wrestling.
His eyes leaving Kane to look at KJE’s injured leg, then back at the Canadian the medic speaks. “Well, we don’t know the full extent of the damage just yet. She was locked into that hold for a good while out there and it’s safe to say damage was done...and y’know, the chair didn’t help...heh.” Without a care for the medics quip, Christian removes the sports sleeve on his right arm and throws it over his shoulder. Normally Kane would lash out at someone for a comment like that, that’d just be him being his brash self...but this...this injury could be severe. As cliché and downright corny as it may sound, Kaylyn has been Christian’s partner in crime. Without her, how does he expect to gain revenge on M&M? Kane doesn’t want to avenge KJE - he wants to see M&M fall at both their feet. With a look of irritation on Christian’s face the medic takes the cue to continue. “Like I said, we don’t know the full extent of the injury. The ambulance will take her to the hospital and she’ll have a scan there. Injuries like this are incredibly difficult to predict. She could be out for a week, two weeks, or several months.”
“You better hope for your sake...for your careers sake...that it’s only a few weeks. Any longer than that would be deemed unsatisfactory. I can get you fired.” Kane smirks at the medic who looks back at him in disgust, clearly he has his doubts over whether Christian really can get him fired and would love to tell Kane to ‘fuck off’, but why risk it? “Load her up then, there’s no reason why she still needs to be here. Get her scanned ASAP.” With a roll of the eyes the medic along with some more personnel put KJE in the ambulance and close the doors. With a double pat of the back of truck the ambulance turns it’s lights on as it slowly makes it’s way out of the arena and on the road to the hospital. As the EMTs make their way back to their positions backstage Kane watches the ambulance go before turning back and heading towards the locker rooms to shower and get out of Manitoba. “The chair didn’t help...? Asshole.” He says to himself as he pushes open the door to the men’s locker room. Kane takes a seat in his cubicle and leans back, sighing before sitting forward and untying his laces.
“I don’t need this shit right now...” Slamming his hand against the side of the locker he stands, picking up a towel and heading into the showers as we fade to black.
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We open to the image of Christian Kane in his Torontonian penthouse apartment. Wearing a somewhat uncharacteristic tuxedo undone enough to reveal his bare chest, Kane shares what looks to be a stylish cream sofa with at least five women, all looking to grab a handful of the Canadian Sensation. A devilish grin on his face, Kane takes a sip from his glass of scotch before leaning forward on the chair, eyes locked with the camera lens.
“Donald Deruty.” He begins to shake his head, slowly at first, then a little faster. “You think you can hang with me?” Christian takes another sip of his drink before putting it down on the floor. “Girls,” he looks around at the women “this guy thinks he can hang with me...Christian Kane. You believe that?” The women giggle, not given a straight answer at all, too drunk or drugged up to care - such is the lifestyle Christian Kane leads.
“You say 2013 is the year of Donald Deruty? You want to make me...what - an example?” He looks to the floor, smiling before looking back up to the camera. “You want to make an example out of me? Out of Christian Kane...you people.” He laughs, mocking Deruty.
“You guys just don’t get it...that’s well...it’s a shame, but let me explain it to you. There’s a certain term I like to throw about time and time again, most of you probably know it, but if not, allow me to enlighten you - #STUDLIFE. Now you see, most of the people I’ve run into assume it’s just a silly little phrase I’ve conjured up inside this crazy brain of mine to sell a few t-shirts, but you’d be wrong. You’d all be very wrong. You see, #STUDLIFE isn’t a phrase, it isn’t a slogan...it’s a lifestyle. A lifestyle where I can drink scotch, do hard drugs and generally party with bitches until the early hours, fly to Saskatchewan and still beat the shit out of you, hangover or not. When I say I am the best wrestler on the Meltdown roster I’m not saying it out of ignorance or arrogance, I literally AM the best wrestler on this roster. If I wasn’t good I wouldn’t be backed by Duvall. I came to this company to make a statement and in that statement we are going to OWN this brand. Sure, I’m eventually going to get called up - duh - I’m probably first on the goddamn list of potential call ups, but that won’t stop me from getting done what needs to be done, and that’s to wipe people like you out of here Donald. People like you. People like AJP. People like Logan Alexander.
I’m better than all of you, and I don’t need to pander to a bunch of nobodies to affirm that. I know I’m the best and I prove it every week by demolishing the competition and you’re just another victim. I don’t give a rat’s ass who you’ve beaten. Who you haven’t beaten. You’re just another name I’m going to cross off of my list. Our list. You’re more than welcome to get in the way, Don, just know that the Christian Kane hype train is going to run you the fuck over. But, hey, by all means, tie yourself to the track. Choo choo.
#STUDLIFE.”
FTB.
This week though, Kane must attempt to divert his attention away from M&M to Donald Deruty. The wrestler looking to make a name out of his self in 2013 and at the same time get drafted up from Meltdown is certainly no pushover - if Christian Kane wants to defeat Deruty he must F O C U S.
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Jan 7th Meltdown
Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada
Soon, the crowd grows loud with a mixed reaction as Christian Kane steps into the frame. Hannah looks at him in wide eyes and Christian grabs her wrist, pulling the microphone to himself, glaring down at her.
Christian Kane: What those two did to KJE tonight was...stupid. Incredibly stupid. And their comments just now? Even more stupid. M&M need to learn that Christian Kane isn't a lackey or a minion. I promise you, Hannah, I promise you that I will become a force to be reckoned within this company...and I'll start by breaking the both of them.
He throws her hand down and stares off into the direction M&M walked in before marching away, angrily as we fade to black...
With the cameras turned off Kane’s anger slowly fades into sadness as he marches down the hallway towards the ambulance Kaylyn James Evans, Kane’s tag partner, is being loaded into. With an oxygen mask on and her leg precautionarily splinted, KJE is somewhat out of it as Kane approaches her on the stretcher. Looking down at her and sighing, Kane grabs a medic by the arm to get his attention.
“How is she?” He asks in between breaths, still somewhat exhausted from the match he’s just wrestled. Fearing the worst, as you do, Kane waits for a response from a somewhat hesitant medic - Christian Kane’s anger issues are well documented despite his brief tenure with Action Packed Wrestling.
His eyes leaving Kane to look at KJE’s injured leg, then back at the Canadian the medic speaks. “Well, we don’t know the full extent of the damage just yet. She was locked into that hold for a good while out there and it’s safe to say damage was done...and y’know, the chair didn’t help...heh.” Without a care for the medics quip, Christian removes the sports sleeve on his right arm and throws it over his shoulder. Normally Kane would lash out at someone for a comment like that, that’d just be him being his brash self...but this...this injury could be severe. As cliché and downright corny as it may sound, Kaylyn has been Christian’s partner in crime. Without her, how does he expect to gain revenge on M&M? Kane doesn’t want to avenge KJE - he wants to see M&M fall at both their feet. With a look of irritation on Christian’s face the medic takes the cue to continue. “Like I said, we don’t know the full extent of the injury. The ambulance will take her to the hospital and she’ll have a scan there. Injuries like this are incredibly difficult to predict. She could be out for a week, two weeks, or several months.”
“You better hope for your sake...for your careers sake...that it’s only a few weeks. Any longer than that would be deemed unsatisfactory. I can get you fired.” Kane smirks at the medic who looks back at him in disgust, clearly he has his doubts over whether Christian really can get him fired and would love to tell Kane to ‘fuck off’, but why risk it? “Load her up then, there’s no reason why she still needs to be here. Get her scanned ASAP.” With a roll of the eyes the medic along with some more personnel put KJE in the ambulance and close the doors. With a double pat of the back of truck the ambulance turns it’s lights on as it slowly makes it’s way out of the arena and on the road to the hospital. As the EMTs make their way back to their positions backstage Kane watches the ambulance go before turning back and heading towards the locker rooms to shower and get out of Manitoba. “The chair didn’t help...? Asshole.” He says to himself as he pushes open the door to the men’s locker room. Kane takes a seat in his cubicle and leans back, sighing before sitting forward and untying his laces.
“I don’t need this shit right now...” Slamming his hand against the side of the locker he stands, picking up a towel and heading into the showers as we fade to black.
♠♠♠
We open to the image of Christian Kane in his Torontonian penthouse apartment. Wearing a somewhat uncharacteristic tuxedo undone enough to reveal his bare chest, Kane shares what looks to be a stylish cream sofa with at least five women, all looking to grab a handful of the Canadian Sensation. A devilish grin on his face, Kane takes a sip from his glass of scotch before leaning forward on the chair, eyes locked with the camera lens.
“Donald Deruty.” He begins to shake his head, slowly at first, then a little faster. “You think you can hang with me?” Christian takes another sip of his drink before putting it down on the floor. “Girls,” he looks around at the women “this guy thinks he can hang with me...Christian Kane. You believe that?” The women giggle, not given a straight answer at all, too drunk or drugged up to care - such is the lifestyle Christian Kane leads.
“You say 2013 is the year of Donald Deruty? You want to make me...what - an example?” He looks to the floor, smiling before looking back up to the camera. “You want to make an example out of me? Out of Christian Kane...you people.” He laughs, mocking Deruty.
“You guys just don’t get it...that’s well...it’s a shame, but let me explain it to you. There’s a certain term I like to throw about time and time again, most of you probably know it, but if not, allow me to enlighten you - #STUDLIFE. Now you see, most of the people I’ve run into assume it’s just a silly little phrase I’ve conjured up inside this crazy brain of mine to sell a few t-shirts, but you’d be wrong. You’d all be very wrong. You see, #STUDLIFE isn’t a phrase, it isn’t a slogan...it’s a lifestyle. A lifestyle where I can drink scotch, do hard drugs and generally party with bitches until the early hours, fly to Saskatchewan and still beat the shit out of you, hangover or not. When I say I am the best wrestler on the Meltdown roster I’m not saying it out of ignorance or arrogance, I literally AM the best wrestler on this roster. If I wasn’t good I wouldn’t be backed by Duvall. I came to this company to make a statement and in that statement we are going to OWN this brand. Sure, I’m eventually going to get called up - duh - I’m probably first on the goddamn list of potential call ups, but that won’t stop me from getting done what needs to be done, and that’s to wipe people like you out of here Donald. People like you. People like AJP. People like Logan Alexander.
I’m better than all of you, and I don’t need to pander to a bunch of nobodies to affirm that. I know I’m the best and I prove it every week by demolishing the competition and you’re just another victim. I don’t give a rat’s ass who you’ve beaten. Who you haven’t beaten. You’re just another name I’m going to cross off of my list. Our list. You’re more than welcome to get in the way, Don, just know that the Christian Kane hype train is going to run you the fuck over. But, hey, by all means, tie yourself to the track. Choo choo.
#STUDLIFE.”
FTB.
