Birth Of The Chosen One

[Kurt Styles]

It’s finally time for me to bring change to the family name. It’s been about 10 years now, hasn’t it? I know you guys wouldn’t approve of me wrestling but I love it! It’s the only thing I’m actually good at besides school-work and the company! I’ve continued with fixing up the agency very well, and Uncle Keith taught me alot about the business but it’s pretty secondary when it comes to my future career as a wrestler. I sent APW my tapes and of course with my talented ability they couldn’t deny me. They need fresh blood with the crap there getting now that they call Megastars.

What I will do for you Mom & Dad, is become the greatest wrestler that ever lived and become the very best that wrestling has to offer. Clearly you two should know how much of a God I was going to become when you gave birth to me. Now I will show you everything I’ve learned and the qualities a true god should have. Hopefully you’ll be watching from above my debut and cheer me on as I take on any threat that deems itself a danger to the company and I.

Truly believing that I’m something more then human, and I’ll prove it to the world.

That I am the Chosen One!
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The scene opens up to us as we see our savior, Kurt Styles, well suited and seated in his leather chair writing on the scattered pieces of paper on large table in front of him. The room he was in was spacious, and behind him was a large cabinet that was visible due to the translucent glass on it yet it was completely empty. Most of the tiled flooring was covered with Persian rugs but the little revealing parts of the floor were very clean. The large working space of Kurt Styles was quite the area, and very organized due to not seeing anything out of order.

His eyes shifted towards the door after he heard three knocks from the door ahead of him, which was how his butler knocked.“Come in Jeffrey,” a much older male came walking through the door wearing a tuxedo holding a large envelope. Jeffrey drops the envelope in a classy chair near the door before exiting.

“Wait; is it what I think it is?”

Jeffrey comes to a halt, turns around at Kurt with a smile.

“I think it is sir!”

“Thanks, I’ll check it out now then. You can go now,”

Kurt got up from his seat and walked over to the classy chair as he looks over envelope just lying there. He’s been anticipating this moment for weeks since sending in the tapes containing him wrestling at some charities earlier in the year. He grabs it and tears it open, beginning to read it hastily.

Kurt Styles,

I’m here to inform you that we have enjoyed the tapes you sent us and have approved of you and cleared you with the board of directors. Down below we have an address ready for you to meet one of our talent agents where you will be signing a contract with us. It is also there where he will tell you the details of your debut.

Be well, Talents Manager Davids

Right at the end of finishing this letter, another older but larger male barged through the door. The scent of booze and body odor followed this man which causes Kurt to cover his nose with cloth he pulls out from his pocket.

“Keith you son of a bitch! You were late to the meeting so I decided to get it going without you because I assumed you were doing something important for the business. Instead you were probably knees deep in a street whore.”

Keith staggered forward before losing balance but Kurt catches him before throwing him into the ground himself.

“You’re lucky I’m in a good mood today or I would have shoved my foot up your ass by now.”

Jeffrey walks in with Kurt’s usual mid-afternoon snack and fruit juice. Placing the food & drink on the table he looked at Keith before looking back at Kurt, and The Chosen One nods back at him. Jeffrey helps Keith up from off the Persian rugs and onto the chair near the door; Jeffrey was then dismissed to return to his other duties within the mansion.

“I taught you well, but you still don’t know shit about respecting your elders or anyone else clearly”

“Instead of bothering to go into one of your stupid lectures Keith, you should understand the situation you’ve put yourself in, if we weren’t related I would’ve fired you years ago!”

“This isn’t how you should be treating your uncle, dumbass. I know much more about the business then you do and I’m the one who helped you get in APW plus I trained to become the wrestler you are today. Start calling me Uncle Keith now!”

Kurt’s face flushed red, hurling the table that he stood behind in front of him, completely breaking it into two.

“How many times did I tell you not to meddle with my affairs in getting a contract? This isn’t your problem; you’re not the wrestler anymore!”

The Chosen One turned around as he ran a hand through his hair and began to breathe heavily.

“Calm down, Kurt. You can’t be doing this to yourself! Yes I might’ve skipped the meeting but you must understand that you aren’t above me at all. I should be above you but luckily for you I bumped you up because I thought I saw potential in you. At the end of the day you began to abuse the power that was given. Why was I off? I was drinking with a customer after succeeding in helping him get a large contract! All you do in this motherfucking office is just waiting for the day you get yourself a damn contract,"

“Now you’re angry I assisted you in getting the only thing on the planet you want that all the money you have couldn’t buy,”

Kurt takes the water placed on his table earlier and takes a sip before placing it back on the table. His breathing more calm now, he takes a step forward towards Uncle Keith.

“I'll let this go! Next time you better not make another mistake again, we might be related but I’m willing to get rid of the excess shit this company does not need.”

“The limo is prepared and ready to head to your meeting with the Talents Manager, are we going to celebrate after?”

“You've drank too much for one day, but you dying of alcohol poisoning would do me good. Sure meet me back on the second floor, we’ll party there,”

Opening one of the doors within his office, one of them being a closet containing different designer clothing across the room and in different sections pertaining to their own designer, Kurt Styles was an organized man. He swiftly picked a jacket before exiting the room where he was lead to the limo by Jeffrey.

The scene slowly fades to black as Jeffrey and Kurt walk off.

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Our scene once again blinks to color as we see our hero Kurt Styles sitting with another man as they discuss something that the camera can’t pick up. The camera slowly moves forward and it begins to pick up things in the large office space.

“So our letter confirms that we have a contract prepared for you in APW, we have the places marked off that needed signing.”

The Million Dollar wrestler is handed the piece of paper containing his future, instead of reading through it he signs the paper impulsively. He hands it back to the younger man and he puts the contract in his bag.

“Now that you signed it, your match is the day after tomorrow. You will be opening for Overdrive in Richmond, Va,”

“Wait!?! Don’t I get any time to prepare for this, I thought I was going to be given at least a week before my first match and all you’re giving me is a day to prepare?”

“Hol’ up there Mr. Styles, I thought a man of your stature and skill would need no time to prepare, you even told us ahead time to book you whenever we could. Luckily enough for us we found an opening spot in the roster and booked you as quickly as possible. If there’s anything wrong I could destroy your contract right here and right now since it hasn’t reached the main offices,"

“After you sent us that letter and tapes of you in action, you were clearly arrogant in the letter and that made the higher-ups think that you should have a match quickly and possible to see how much of an athlete you truly are cause they don’t seem to like you. But I believe in your talent and I think you have a chance to truly bring change to APW. The change it needs,”

Kurt got up from his seat and began pacing back and forth across the room as he ran both his hands through his hair.

“So now you’re saying the higher-ups don’t like me and I have to fight in one day. I haven’t wrestled in a while too, basically a suicide mission for me if I’m going to make a first impression. John I’m having some problems already and hopefully APW won’t give me problems too,”

“Clearly you’re underestimating yourself Mr.Styles. I’ve seen many talents on Overdrive, and a lot didn’t have the athleticism straight up like you do, there skills began to develop inside of the show but your one of the rare few that already has a chance ahead of time to be one of the greats ahead of time. To develop a legacy so quickly, it’s been done by a few only,"

“You’ll be debuting against another wrestler, a female wrestler. She’ll be debuting too so she’s attempting to make a big impression. I even brought a tape, she has some words for you in i-“

Kurt threw a chair at the agent, the chair collides with the talent agent’s face which sends off from his chair and he clutches his nose as he yells in agony. Kurt approaches him as he grabs him by neck and begins to squeeze tightly.

“You stupid piece of shit, your trying to tell me that APW set me up with some dumb bitch for my debut match and I have only one day to prepare for this stupid girl and the only thing you have for me is some tape that you think is supposed to help me out? Now you are going to get my contract to the main office. If you don’t, you know I will make your life a living hell. I will destroy you and everything about you, from your family to your career, you know how rich I am and I'm willing to do anything necessary,"

“I’ll leave APW a gift!”

Kurt looks at the table and glances back at John with a devilish grin. He begins to stalk him, as John slowly began to pick himself up and off the ground. He finally gets himself up but he’s groggy and begins to stagger off. The Chosen One kicks John in the gut before putting him in between his legs and lifting him up to his shoulders before Powerbombing him through a table! The impact destroyed the table and John just lied there upon the broken table lifelessly, a wide grin appearing on Kurt’s face.

“I’ll be taking this as well, might as well watch this shit.”

Kurt crouches down and picks up the tape John brought for him as he exits the room and the scene fades to black once more.

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The scene opens up to see Uncle Keith and our savior sitting inside a limo with a built in TV as they watched the tape containing the promo of the debuting female wrestler Shione “SURGE” Oshima.

“It looks like this girl you’re going up against is pretty good, and pretty good looking,”

“Clearly you still have an ugly fetish! I’m up against this little turd from Japan and all you can fucking do is compliment her looks?!? I have only one day to prepare for this chick and all John did was bring me this tape of her calling me out personally,”

“She’s pretty skilled to, just because she’s a girl you shouldn’t underestimate her ability in the ring, she’s pretty strong. You see how she lifted up that big dude and just smashed him down on the canvas like he was a feather. Damn APW doesn’t play around when it comes to recruiting stars across the globe,”

The continued to watch and Keith kept replaying the part where she kicked one of the men with a spinning kick.

“Holy shit, dude’s head almost got torn off his body. If that connects to your face, looks you’re gonna get injured pretty bad. First matches are important, they cement the type of person you are and how your career shapes out. If she lifts you up and brings you back down and gets the pin on you straight up, you’ll be the laughing stock of the whole company.”

“I’ll do anything necessary to get the win, mark your words. I’ll bring down the SURGE, and if she does anything funny I’ll take her out permanently. Rate her on a scale of one to ten on how good her wrestling ability is,”

“Being serious I’ll give her maybe a 9, look she trained over in Japan and they have good training facilities over there, damn wrestling is much bigger over there to. She didn’t get the nickname Princess Pain from nowhere pal. She’s already proven she has skill and she’s probably stronger than a gorilla. She’ll be doing everything to get that win over you son, so don’t take it so seriously,"

“My advice for you is to study her movements but not exercise yourself too much because you have little time to rest. Shione is our enemy and we need to attack her weaknesses, don’t let her words get into your head about the money. She doesn’t realize that name came from how much you’re wrestling abilities worth. Are you listenin’?”

We see our savior staring out the window rather conflicted about something on his mind.

“There was an incident back at John’s office, something that I could’ve prevented,”

“Did something happen to John back there?”

“I put him through a table.”

“You say it as if it was nothing,”

Kurt Styles breaks into a maniacal laughter as his eyes meet with Uncle Keith’s.

“It was nothing, nothing that could’ve stopped me from taking that asshole down. It just disgusted me that I had to do it with my own hands, he is going to take my contract back to the office and I will become an APW megastar,”

“How are you so sure of yourself, you remind me of your father. You guys both make me feel as if you’re both kind of off, mentally. Well I tell you that every day and you seem to ignore it,”

“You’ll never understand Keith. You’re not me, the powers the gods gave me, and this is just the gift they owe me, they made me the Chosen One!”

The scene slowly fades to black as Kurt continues to laugh oddly.
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Our scene opens up one more time to see our savior inside a wide hotel room, where he sits on his king sized mattress and looked at the camera directly in front of him with a stern look. He took off his glasses, carefully placing them on a small table next to him.

“Well I’m now an APW megastar, and everything is changing for the better including the fact that I’ll be leaving Richmond tomorrow as the victor of the opening bout on Overdrive tomorrow. I have a lot to prove tomorrow to all the people watching, but there’s numerous ways I could show that I’m one of the top tier wrestlers that this company needs. I don’t want you to think about my money when you hear my name but my ability in the ring. Those million dollar skills of mine are up to par with the greats of the company right now. I could take on gorillas and come out victorious; I’m just that damn good!”

“I’ve been pondering on how much pain I should bring to the ring tomorrow, enough to get that pin or just a little bit more that Shione will be running back to Japan to become the house-maid she was supposed to become. I think that coming to America was a mistake, this is the big leagues Shione, not some of the little garbage promotions that you used to break a few bones in. It’s going to be ten times worst then Japan, I’m going to make you feel what it’s like wrestling with gods like me. You’re so lucky to be getting this match but then again I feel sad because they most likely put you against me just so you could lose to me. There’s no way in hell you could win against me Shione, but unlike these others who make those stupid promises of how they’re going to beat someone’s ass and never get it done, I plan on actually bringing you some pain.”

“I liked that nice showing you had of you taking down those large men all alone, if that was some sort of way to threaten me it has failed. You can be as powerful as you want to be, but you’ll never reach that level I’m on. A level no wrestler has ever reached and you should understand that level because you’re below that, your worst then water trash and probably smell like it too. After I’m done with you tomorrow night you’ll be calling me King Pain. You believe in your wrestling ability to much and you’re just endangering yourself just like you used to. It won’t surprise me if you no-show the event and I won’t have to hurt you. But reading up about you it seems like that won’t be happening at all which saddens me completely.”

“You actually listened to the stupid people; you actually believed that you could be something much greater just because those illiterate apes watching those crappy matches you were in cheered you on. For all we know the horny masses saw a glimpse of your underwear and went apeshit. They started to call you Baby Godzilla because they saw you lift some turd from of the canvas and put him back down, it’s no fucking surprise there’s female bodybuilders now in the world. For all we know you could just be transgender, your pretty ugly so you could pull it off if you really wanted to. By the time I’m done with your face, you’ll be crying badly! It won’t truly matter though because you’re not even good looking, I might as well the world a favor by making you even uglier.”

“Well this is going to be a first for both of us, this is a big time promotion and all you’ve been running through is stupid independent events. They say that a first impression is a big thing for everybody and you sometimes might not get a second chance to prove how talented you truly are. I’m not going to front with you even though you’re just another one of those low-class pieces of shit, you have potential. You have a chance to be something big it’s just sad that you’re going to lose everything right in that ring tomorrow. They millions of people will be watching worldwide as they see the Chosen One completely destroy the Crashing Wave. No power can save you from the wrath of this god; I was made for this sole purpose! To defeat all that opposes me and you will be the first example, Shione.”

“I dare you to try me and try some bullshit in our match. I will permanently get rid of you and any future you think you had in APW. When everything backfires on you, you begin to lose everything. Shione, the end is near…”

“You will lose, and hopefully your will to go forward will too, but I understand. I’m not going to hesitate against you; I will do everything and anything in my power to take you out.”

“Get ready to lose, Zilla-chan!”