Disclaimer: I don't own WWE, just my OC.
I tried to drown out all of the voices in my head. It seemed like a very daunting task considering that there were so many sounds contending for my attention. I sat in the locker room, carefully taping my wrists and hands. I received many glances from competitors, fans, and cameramen alike. To be honest I never imagined I'd be in this position right now. Everything was riding on this and besides, I had a promise to keep.
Three Years Earlier….
"Are you almost ready to go Jordan?" my mom yelled, surely she had been waiting for me for about fifteen minutes now. "Almost!" I yelled, but little did she know I had no intentions of going wherever it was that she was dragging me off to. Instead my eyes were glued to the television. I was enthused by the wrestlers who were currently occupying the ring. Both men looked drop-dead tired, but neither of them showed signs of slowing down.
"Jordan Jermaine Sterling!" My mom yelled once more. Why do people do that? Is that all a middle name is for? For parents and older family members to use it as a means to threaten you? "If you don't get down here this instant I am leaving!" she proclaimed, growing more and more impatient. "Alright see you later mom!" I said, earning the crashing of the door slamming as a response. That was good enough for me as I readjusted my body to a more comfortable position on the bed. Two men were currently throwing shots back and forth relentlessly, each man hoping not to lose the upper hand. One man was able to parry the punch of another allowing him to find an opening, one that he would surely not get again. He proceeded to throw his opponent against the ropes. He followed up by quickly springing over him, perplexing the crowd and his opponent. He then swiftly landed a knee to the skull of his opponent, then earned a pop for his efforts. After gazing at his downed opponent, he quickly looked at the top rope then practically dragged his worn and torn body to the top turnbuckle. He raised an arm into the air, then gracefully turned a somersault crashing on his opponent on the mat. The referee counted three, then the arena erupted. My eyes grew wide at the pageantry and raw emotion from everyone there. There were about five more matches. I watched maybe three of them before my body gave up on me and I'd went to sleep.
I woke up feeling more tired than what I was when I had fell victim to the sandman. I heard what had sounded like a scuffle downstairs. Several glasses had fallen as there were several crashes. I heard a shrill scream, who it had come from was instantly recognizable.
"HELP! HELP! HE-" My mom was in dire straits. I grabbed the baseball bat that was in my closet and carefully crept down the hall. I tried to get into a useful position to where I could see exactly what was going on. I could see my mom on the floor however, I couldn't see who her assailant was. I looked into her eyes and she looked around to see if who had bound her was still there. I then ran down the stairs frantically, not caring if I was heard or seen at this point. I quickly began to untie the arms of my mom. Shortly after unbounding my mom's mouth I was met with a heavy handed fist. "Nice of you to join us." I groggily got up to my feet with my blood boiling after realizing who it was. The cocky voice belonged to my mother's current boyfriend a mister William Richards. A man who was supposed to be my stepfather at a given point and time. But long story short, things hit the fan and this is why we're at this point now.
"Why can't you leave us the hell alone!" I said, borderline screaming at the man. "Because." He began casually walking over to my mother who was crying profusely, you'd think she was staring into the eyes of the devil himself. "Your mother is so precious to me." He said stroking my mother's ink-stained face from her mascara. I balled both of my fists up. I was ready to end this once and for all. I didn't care if I were to kill the man, the world would probably be better off without the good for nothing pig. "I owe you one." I said, leaving the man baffled. I then took a glass and smashed it over his skull. After he was on the ground I continued my assault, landing blow after blow with bad intentions. My mom screamed for me to stop, but I completely ignored her pleading. He deserved this, whether she felt he did or not, I was the one in control of the situation. After he began to cough up blood I stopped. My mom grabbed me and tried to reason with me, I wasn't having it though, I did what needed to be done. I got into the shower, intently watching the blood mix with the water before going into the drain. I sighed, figuring my mom actually felt sorry for him. I'm sure she was tending to his wounds even as I speak. I got into bed after the shower. I heard the door close and my mom didn't come back upstairs, so she probably went to the hospital. I on the other hand was at peace with what I'd done. Before nodding off again I swore that things would be better. They had to be.
Present Day
I was still in the locker room, eagerly waiting for the current match to end. I was lucky enough to have my fight scheduled as the main event for the evening, so a lot was riding on this. I watched the two wrestlers who were in the ring at the moment, each one had a unique style. One was a pure brawler, the other was a highflier. The two had amazing chemistry all up until the three count by the ref after the brawler caught himself the victim of a clever roll up pin. The two then shook hands before heading to the back, which meant it was show time. A worker came to get me and I made my way to the entrance. I looked around at all the other wrestlers and everything else to distract myself from my match. I glanced up at the television screen to a genuine surprise. The face of wrestling icon Vince McMahon. So many questions flooded my mind. A. Why was he here? B. Who even showed him our little small town promotion in London anyways? C. I should probably stop asking so many questions before I end up hunting Vince down trying to ask them, only to get attacked by whatever big and burly security a billionaire has. I watched as my opponent headed to the ring. I'd seen him wrestle. He's fairly good, however, he wrestles very loose and reckless. But hey, Vince was here and this could open doors for me. So if he'd asked me to swim with some alligators I'd be game. I waited behind the curtain after "Hero" by Skillet had ended. Shortly after the music had ended I was good and ready to go. "You're Going Down by Sick Puppies blasts all around the arena.
Introducing his opponent, standing at 6'2 weighing in at 155 lbs. From London, England… Jordan "Showtime" Sterling!
"Sterling looks really focused here. He's looking to win this match so he can finally realize his dream of being champion."
"That's right Adam. Boyd, the champion has been on a roll himself although by questionable means some might say."
"What do you mean by questionable Jack? This guy has to be without a doubt the smartest champion we've had in our entire history! 226 days as champion is unprecedented!
"Well without a doubt we are all looking forward to this championship match!"
The two men begin by pursuing the power game. Each man uses grappling to try and gain the upper hand against the other. Boyd is able to successfully perform a judo throw, forcing Sterling to the mat. Boyd has a headlock cinched in tight forcing Sterling to find a way to combat Boyd's exceptional power and wrestling. Sterling is able to sprawl back up to his feet with Boyd now having Sterling's back. Sterling rolls, catching the champ by surprise, initiating a quick pin.
1… Boyd kicks out.
The two men are back up to their bases as Sterling keeps Boyd at arm's length. Boyd attempts several takedowns, all of which are stuffed by Sterling, who follows some of them with vicious knees, stunning Boyd and forcing him to retreat into the corner. Sterling then takes control of the matchup by landed a combination of kicks and punches. A dazed Boyd is sat down in the corner, Sterling goes to the opposite corner to set up a running kick. Sterling charges, however Boyd scouts it and dodges disaster. Boyd quickly takes advantage hoping to score a quick pin.
1…2… Sterling kicks out, and favors the leg that Boyd avoided. Boyd then smirks before unrelentingly targeting the leg. Sterling is writhing in pain as Boyd stops on the leg with no remorse. Boyd then lifts Sterling back on his feet only to suplex him back to the floor. Boyd then attempts another pin.
1…2… Sterling kicks out again, this time with more power than the last one. Boyd then discussed his unhappiness with the referee who simply holds two fingers into Boyd's face prompting Boyd to continue his attack on Sterling with more malice. As Boyd begins to stalk his prey, Sterling performs a sweep, putting Boyd in dangerous territory. Boyd is now on the ground scrambling to get back up on his feet. He does so successfully, however, he fails to realize Sterling is gaining momentum off of the ropes and slides just underneath Boyd to place a well-timed shot to his chin. Boyd is rocked now and Sterling realizes it. Sterling proceeds to dropkick Boyd into the ropes. Boyd doesn't rebound off of them instead he is stuck, giving the opportunity for Sterling to land a clothesline, one that places Boyd off balance and onto the floor. Sterling is now regrouping in the ring, still favoring his tweaked leg. Boyd gets up groggily, surely he doesn't know where he is. Sterling then has a gritty look on his face before rebounding off the ropes before gracefully leaping into the air only to crash to the mat after being propelled to the ground by Boyd. Boyd then cracks his neck before pulling Sterling to his feet and placing him to a powerbomb position. Boyd with full power then brings Sterling's body into contact with the apron. A loud scream of agony is heard from Sterling, and one can only question his ability to finish this match.
CRACK! My body couldn't take much more of this. I'm pretty sure that wasn't in the script. Typical of Boyd to keep anyone from getting his title. He rolled me in the ring, but not before I heard his whisper.
"When I pin you don't kick out. If you do, I'll end your career." With his warning ringing in my ears, I strongly considered throwing the fight. Then I remembered that promise. This fight wasn't over. Not by a long shot.
Boyd covers Sterling in surely what will be the final pin of this matchup. Boyd has an ear-to-ear grin on his face.
1…2… Sterling kicks out! That was amazing! How did he find the wherewithal to endure that?! Boyd is livid! He doesn't know what to do. Boyd then retreats to the corner to land a punt kick that will definitely end this match. Boyd runs placing all power in his left leg and kicks only to kick air. Sterling grabs him quickly and falls, performing a perfect backbreaker. He is feeling it and the crowd has reached a fever pitch. Sterling awaits for Boyd to get up. Sterling could finally become champion.
"Hero" by Skillet plays, not surprising to everyone in the arena. Boyd's tag partner comes out and distracts Sterling. This allows Boyd to get a cradle.
1…2…3! The bell rings, and Boyd hurriedly rolls out of the ring in order to grab his prize and head to the back. Sterling lies in agony and defeat in the ring. Boyd has escaped with yet another title win.
Here is your winner and still your Heavyweight Champion, Boyd "The Destroyer" Barnes!
Boyd scurries to the back, not leaving any traces of him ever being there. Sterling is up on his feet now, receiving applause from all who saw a valiant effort here today.
I struggled to get up to my feet. If Boyd had only targeted my leg, then I'd no doubt be able to walk away from this unscathed. But that powerbomb on the apron did a number on my body, I may have even broken something. But I guess it ends here, huh? I hobbled to the ropes before falling with a thud to the mat. Several personnel from the back came to aid me to the back. Which I happily accepted, even though all of my facial expressions at the moment had clenched teeth from the stinging pain in my legs and back. I eventually made it to the back, greeted with applause from all around. I weakly smiled back before being seen by the doctor.
"How does it look doc?" I asked, silently praying that nothing was broken. I didn't want it to end this way, and especially not to that jobber Boyd, I don't care if he was champion.
"Well, I have good news. Nothing's broken, I just advise you to take it easy for a while. We clear?" the doc says, smiling.
"Crystal." I replied, hopping off the table and heading back to my locker room. I opened the door and plopped on the steel chair. People are right. These are better for hitting people. A knock at the door gained my attention. I was too lazy to open it so I started to mess around a bit.
"Who is it?" I asked only to get no reply.
"Really? If you're catering, you can come in." No reply again.
"I'm sick and tired of these games you guys!" I yelled, practically stomping to the door.
I opened the door to see Vince himself. My body went entirely numb, and not by the medicine that the doctor had given me. I was speechless.
"Just the man I wanted to see. Nice to meet you. You had a hell of a match tonight kid." He said, extending a hand. I reluctantly shook it; I mean it isn't every day you get to shake a billionaire's hand. "Thanks. So what brings you here to London Mr. McMahon?" I asked. I said I wasn't going to play twenty questions with the man, but billionaire.
"I'm starting a new project. This particular project will change the face of wrestling forever. You see, it has come to my attention that there has been a demand for more talented wrestlers, young ones at that. This core reason is why I'm starting a new school. WWE U, currently being built in Orlando, Florida
"WWE U? So it's like a university then?" I asked, curiosity peaked.
"Precisely. Except the premise of the school will be to train wrestlers. It will provide a variety of classes, amenities, and everything in-between in order to prepare the next generation of wrestlers."
"That sounds amazing Mr. McMahon. But how will it work exactly?" I asked.
"Wrestlers will be separated by age firstly. Just like a high school or university, there will be Freshman, Sophomores, Juniors, and Seniors. You will stay on campus in dorms. Dorms are co-ed. You will also have a roommate. Each week, you will attend certain classes along with no class on Fridays due to shows put on by your class. Every forth Sunday will be a major Pay-Per-View in which students from all classes participate in matches. Saturdays are your days off."
"I'm intrigued." I said quizzically. "You always know what's best for business."
He smiled at me before continuing. "This is a private university of course and will feature some of the best rising stars from around the world. So you see why I am here. I wanted to personally invite you to join the prestigious ranks of WWE U. I've studied you for quite some time now. So what do you say?" He asked, extending his hand once more.
I was thinking that everything was over for me and now I get this opportunity.
"I would want nothing more." I replied, shaking his hands once more. He then proceeded to leave my locker room. Thankfully he did because I went berserk before spinning out on the floor. I laid there in triumphant victory. Things were getting ready to change for me. WWE U, here I come.
A/N: And that's chapter one ladies and gents. So I'm so excited to write this story, but I'm going to need you guys' help. This is an SYOC so I need 3 guys and 4 girls. This won't be a first come first serve, I need some really interesting characters. I would prefer the Apps come in by PM and leave reviews for reviewees, or whatever you call people who leave a review. Anyways, the app will be below along with my character's app because of questions that will be in the app. The roster will be posted after everyone is accepted. So read and review and until then, Undertaker will go down as the greatest wrestler ever. I stand by it!
-ProlificJay
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Hobbies:
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Wrestling Style (Choose 2) (Brawler, Technical, High-Flier, Showman, Environmental):
Signature (Choose 3)
Finishers (Choose 2)
Entrance Music:
Face, Heel, or Tweener:
Possible Friends:
Possible Enemies:
Possible Love Interest:
What do they look for in a…?
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How do they like the school?:
Would they play a sport, if so then which one?:
Name: Jordan Jermaine Sterling
Ring Name: Jordan Sterling
Nickname: Sterling, Showtime
Age (18-21): 18
Class: Freshman
Nationality: British
From: London, England
Billed From: London, England
Weight: 155 lbs.
Height: 6'2
Appearance: Jordan is somewhat tall and has a dark brown complexion. He has a medium afro with shaved sides. He has long arms and legs. He has a toned body with a six-pack. He has dark brown eyes and long eyelashes. He has a narrow jawline and also has normal sized ears with no attached earlobe.
Any scars, marks, tattoos?: He has a scar along his back from a previous fight with his mom's ex-boyfriend. He also has tattoos of Chinese symbols along his spine. He also has arm sleeves. The left arm has a ton of words including Passion, Pride, and Prizefighter.
Personality (Be Descriptive): Jordan is a person's best friend. He may come across as mean because he tells people what they need and or want to hear. He makes friends easily and once someone has him, he's there for them. He is also a gentleman. He is very perceptive and is readily a problem solver. However, he has a checkered past, one he doesn't like being explored. He has everything all together but doesn't let people see him at his lowest, this is where he is most vulnerable. Due to this, he has a hard time forgiving betrayal, and when annoyed or upset he can be stoic and push his physical limits, and he also feels that nobody will truly understand him.
Family (Names): Arianne (Mother) Jade (Sister) Jack (Father)
Relations to anyone? (If it is another OC they have to agree. Also I want love relationships to progress throughout so…): Distant cousin of Kofi Kingston
Hobbies: Training, Soccer, listening to Music, Free-running, Watching Sports
Fears: Dying, Never becoming Champion, Being injured
Wrestling Style (Choose 2) (Brawler, Technical, High-Flier, Showman, Environmental): Brawler, Technical
Signature (Choose 3): Powerbomb, Discus Big Boot, Backbreaker
Finishers (Choose 2): Clothesline from Hell, Jumping Triangle Choke
Entrance Music: You're Going Down by Sick Puppies
Face, Heel, or Tweener: Tweener
Possible Friends: Finn Balor, Dean Ambrose, Cesaro, Paige, Big E, Sami Zayn, Natalya, Dolph Ziggler, Enzo Amore, Big Cass
Possible Enemies: Roman Reigns, All of the Social Outcasts, Emma, Kevin Owens, The Dudley Boyz
Possible Love Interest: Bayley or Becky Lynch
What do they look for in a…?
Friend: Someone who he can get into trouble with, someone who he can talk to about anything, someone who is honest with him.
Roommate: Anyone who isn't messy and is a laid-back individual.
Partner: Someone who compliments his wrestling style and loves a good fight.
Rival: Someone who can match his move for move and can make him think outside the box in a fight
Mentor: Someone who can teach him something new about not just wrestling but also himself.
How do they like the school?: He feels lucky to just go there. He will try to do right by Vince and the higher-ups in WWE.
Would they play a sport, if so then which one?: Soccer, he played when he was a kid.