Post by MYŌJIN on Jun 30, 2021 22:50:36 GMT -5
It was a rainy night. The soft downpour lightly muffled by the sound of old school rock and roll playing could be heard as the people moved around in a bar. Conversing, drinking, playing cards or pool, having a good time. A bartender was pouring drinks for a young group, a few girls and two boys- seemingly holding a long talk about something.
He didn't know, or really care. He just wished they'd stop being so fucking loud and let him drink in peace. A figure with a notably off, peculiar presence sat away from everyone else close to the bar. They wore a black leather jacket and a grey, worn-out hoodie over their head- though their hands, the only visible part of their skin.. was unnaturally pale, almost like porcelain. The bartender, a blonde woman walked up toward them. “Do you want another drink?”
“That would be nice, thank you.” The stranger had a faint, vague European accent to his voice as she poured more alcohol into his glass.
“I still can't believe it, man.” One of the boys in the group spoke, the hooded figure bared his sharp white fangs in annoyance quietly as he lightly turned to see what they were talking about.
“About what?' One of the girls asked, taking a sip from her drink.
“My favorite wrestling promotion is going to be closing down soon. First AXW, now this? Maybe places that start with the letter A are just cursed or something…” He sighed, leaning against the counter. The second young man simply laughed.
“What, you still watch wrestling?”
“Of course I do! XHF has been getting me through boredom during the pandemic, ya know?”
Their conversation had now caught the hooded figure's attention. He turned toward them, watching quietly as he took a sip from his drink. Whatever they were talking about, the sudden mention of the three letters A-X-W had brought back some memories. Memories of where they had started in XHF and what it had led to.
He hadn't wrestled in a while. Ever since last year's Fired Up, where they had been at their peak- everything came crashing down. They had lost their will to continue and cracked under the pressure, and had walked away from wrestling altogether.
He began pulling his hoodie down, bringing his drink to his pale lips once more as he continued to listen to the group. His dark, raven-colored haired was messy and overgrown, hanging over his face like a ripped curtain. His eyes were sharp, as if they could pierce through someone's soul. He was Vincent Draven, - the last AXW Undisputed Champion, and former AWF US and Prestige Champion. He had once been known as the Prince of Darkness, the Undying wrestler-.. Now, he was just someone living day to day with no purpose, no goals. Those days felt like they had been long ago- but the mention of wrestling briefly had reminded them of the best year of their immortal life.. When they wrestled in XHF, when they has worked for AWF.
“So, what's the name of the place closing down?” One girl asked as she stirred her drink. The wrestling fan, visibly bummed out, and spoke up.
“It's Ascension Wrestling Federation- or AWF, even. Their last show ever is going to be Clash of the Icons coming up soon.”
The vampire's eyes widened as he stood from his chair, nearly spilling his drink. He was speechless as he began walking over toward the group. “Can you repeat what you just said?”
“...Huh?” The boy responded.
The group looked over to them, seemingly a little unnerved by his sinister appearance. Draven didn't care that much.
“AWF. You said that they're closing down. What did you say their last show would be?”
“Uh, Clash of the Icons… Hey, you look kind of familiar. Haven't I seen you from somewhere before? ...Wait, you're Vi-!”
Draven wasn't in the mood to sign autographs. He quickly began walking to the door, stepping outside into the rain. He had to do something, he knew that much.
When you have lived as long as me, you tend to see many things come and go. From revolutions tearing down centuries-old empires to the sands of time ravaging through what many mortal men would believe last forever. But nothing lives forever, nobody… Lives forever. Not even the things that you love.
And unfortunately, I've already seen one promotion that I was rather fond of fall… And it seems that I will be doing the same once again- and it's hard to describe the way I feel. It feels as if I'm grieving… I'm feeling a sadness that I haven't experienced for a long, long time.
Allow me to reintroduce myself.. I am Vincent Draven. The Prince of Darkness. A former two-time champion with Ascension Wrestling Federation, and it has been a while, hasn't it…?
I stepped away, I went back to the darkness that I came from to take time away after I had lost the Prestige Championship-... But when I had learned that the last AWF show would be this month… I had to come back. Even for just one night only.
And it's only fitting that my opponent would be the man that I faced a long time ago, the man that earned my respect- and the man that I had been constantly compared to- Ryan Young.
Hello, Ryan, old friend. Can I call you that? It feels as if we've become such old acquaintances after giving each other hell in the one match that we had.
You know, back when we first started here in AWF- we were looked upon as the next generation. The next great stars that this company would see, everyone thought that we would be the two to carry AWF into the future.
...Unfortunately, that never was the case. I was never the champion that I should've been… and I ran when ashamed of my failures. You left for your own reasons, and it turned out that AWF would be carried by others- by ones that the people had never expected.
I'm glad to be facing you again.
Not because I'm worried about winning, or about proving anything, I'm long past that- but because I want to make up for the failures the both of us had. I want to make up for it by the both of us having the best match of the night- like we did the last time we faced. One more good brawl.
I hope that you can give me that still. I want to see what you're capable of now, and I want to see if after all this time- if I still can wrestle like I used to.
May the best man win, Young.
Let's be the best. Just one more time.
He didn't know, or really care. He just wished they'd stop being so fucking loud and let him drink in peace. A figure with a notably off, peculiar presence sat away from everyone else close to the bar. They wore a black leather jacket and a grey, worn-out hoodie over their head- though their hands, the only visible part of their skin.. was unnaturally pale, almost like porcelain. The bartender, a blonde woman walked up toward them. “Do you want another drink?”
“That would be nice, thank you.” The stranger had a faint, vague European accent to his voice as she poured more alcohol into his glass.
“I still can't believe it, man.” One of the boys in the group spoke, the hooded figure bared his sharp white fangs in annoyance quietly as he lightly turned to see what they were talking about.
“About what?' One of the girls asked, taking a sip from her drink.
“My favorite wrestling promotion is going to be closing down soon. First AXW, now this? Maybe places that start with the letter A are just cursed or something…” He sighed, leaning against the counter. The second young man simply laughed.
“What, you still watch wrestling?”
“Of course I do! XHF has been getting me through boredom during the pandemic, ya know?”
Their conversation had now caught the hooded figure's attention. He turned toward them, watching quietly as he took a sip from his drink. Whatever they were talking about, the sudden mention of the three letters A-X-W had brought back some memories. Memories of where they had started in XHF and what it had led to.
He hadn't wrestled in a while. Ever since last year's Fired Up, where they had been at their peak- everything came crashing down. They had lost their will to continue and cracked under the pressure, and had walked away from wrestling altogether.
He began pulling his hoodie down, bringing his drink to his pale lips once more as he continued to listen to the group. His dark, raven-colored haired was messy and overgrown, hanging over his face like a ripped curtain. His eyes were sharp, as if they could pierce through someone's soul. He was Vincent Draven, - the last AXW Undisputed Champion, and former AWF US and Prestige Champion. He had once been known as the Prince of Darkness, the Undying wrestler-.. Now, he was just someone living day to day with no purpose, no goals. Those days felt like they had been long ago- but the mention of wrestling briefly had reminded them of the best year of their immortal life.. When they wrestled in XHF, when they has worked for AWF.
“So, what's the name of the place closing down?” One girl asked as she stirred her drink. The wrestling fan, visibly bummed out, and spoke up.
“It's Ascension Wrestling Federation- or AWF, even. Their last show ever is going to be Clash of the Icons coming up soon.”
The vampire's eyes widened as he stood from his chair, nearly spilling his drink. He was speechless as he began walking over toward the group. “Can you repeat what you just said?”
“...Huh?” The boy responded.
The group looked over to them, seemingly a little unnerved by his sinister appearance. Draven didn't care that much.
“AWF. You said that they're closing down. What did you say their last show would be?”
“Uh, Clash of the Icons… Hey, you look kind of familiar. Haven't I seen you from somewhere before? ...Wait, you're Vi-!”
Draven wasn't in the mood to sign autographs. He quickly began walking to the door, stepping outside into the rain. He had to do something, he knew that much.
When you have lived as long as me, you tend to see many things come and go. From revolutions tearing down centuries-old empires to the sands of time ravaging through what many mortal men would believe last forever. But nothing lives forever, nobody… Lives forever. Not even the things that you love.
And unfortunately, I've already seen one promotion that I was rather fond of fall… And it seems that I will be doing the same once again- and it's hard to describe the way I feel. It feels as if I'm grieving… I'm feeling a sadness that I haven't experienced for a long, long time.
Allow me to reintroduce myself.. I am Vincent Draven. The Prince of Darkness. A former two-time champion with Ascension Wrestling Federation, and it has been a while, hasn't it…?
I stepped away, I went back to the darkness that I came from to take time away after I had lost the Prestige Championship-... But when I had learned that the last AWF show would be this month… I had to come back. Even for just one night only.
And it's only fitting that my opponent would be the man that I faced a long time ago, the man that earned my respect- and the man that I had been constantly compared to- Ryan Young.
Hello, Ryan, old friend. Can I call you that? It feels as if we've become such old acquaintances after giving each other hell in the one match that we had.
You know, back when we first started here in AWF- we were looked upon as the next generation. The next great stars that this company would see, everyone thought that we would be the two to carry AWF into the future.
...Unfortunately, that never was the case. I was never the champion that I should've been… and I ran when ashamed of my failures. You left for your own reasons, and it turned out that AWF would be carried by others- by ones that the people had never expected.
I'm glad to be facing you again.
Not because I'm worried about winning, or about proving anything, I'm long past that- but because I want to make up for the failures the both of us had. I want to make up for it by the both of us having the best match of the night- like we did the last time we faced. One more good brawl.
I hope that you can give me that still. I want to see what you're capable of now, and I want to see if after all this time- if I still can wrestle like I used to.
May the best man win, Young.
Let's be the best. Just one more time.
