FanFiction Wrestling: Tournament of Fate

This story is meant to be a precursor to a full-time "wrestling promotion" story spinning-off from the FanFiction Wrestling events of my past. My intention for this story is not just to have a crossover battle between individuals from different sources of entertainment, but to have some backstory going on behind it. Think of it as taking a "Lucha Underground" approach, with this epilogue, which may go a few chapters, maybe five or more, to reveal the characters that are primarily involved in the story.

Rated T for violence/language/minor alcohol/sexual content.

All characters, real or not, belong to their rightful owners.

Prologue, part 1
The Land of Opportunity

February 20, 2016
Location: ?

We start at the midpoint of a long, dimly lit corridor of a mysterious building, perhaps a warehouse of sorts. Two silhouetted individuals, one noticably bulkier and the other slightly stocky but average-heightened, emerge from one end of the hallway, unable to be visualized by how little light there is. The mysterious shadows approach a door at the end of the corridor.

The smaller of the two knocks on the door lightly, and then turns the doorknob, ensuring to alert whoever is on the other side of their arrival.

As the door opens, the room on the other side is shown to be just as barely illuminated as the corridor before it. The only light source in the room seems to be a lamp sitting upon a sturdy wooden desk. A shadowed man sits at the backside of the desk, with only an arm visible to the light. Two chairs sit in front of the desk, welcoming the two who intend to meet up with the man behind the desk.

The shorter of the first two mysterious men approached the desk. "Let me just say, it's an honor to meet you." He speaks, giving off a slight New York accent.

"Yes, yes... please, sit." The man behind the desk responds, with a thick Spanish accent, as he gestured towards the seats.

Upon taking a seat, the two curious strangers became more visible in the bright light of the lamp. The first, being the first to speak, is revealed to be Mr. Paul Heyman, a well-known personality and authority in professional wrestling. The bigger individual is his client Brock Lesnar, a former MMA fighter and multi-time WWE world champion. The identity of the man sitting before them remains to be seen.

"Paul, it came to me as an amusement for you to talk to me, especially considering your success and what's to come." The shaded man begins, "Tell me, why is it you approached me of all people?"

"Well, if you must know, I come with the intention not just to benefit myself, but moreso to benefit my client." Heyman responds, refering to Lesnar sitting alongside him. "You see, my client Brock Lesnar... is a fighter. Every great fighter proves themselves by conquering over others. Lesnar's great list of victims comes strong; John Cena, Triple H, The Big Show, Randy Couture, Kurt Angle, The UNDERTAKER! All of these great men fell to a hungry beast. However, when a beast still hungers, even when the scraps that are left aren't enough to interest it, it looks in other sources, requires a hand in need. In this case, Brock doesn't consider Reigns and Ambrose enough of a feast, and that anything further is just digging too deep into leftovers. I want to know if you have something to offer us as some extra help."

"So you come looking for more opportunities to demolish the competition. Is that correct?" The unilluminated figure asks.

"Yes, sir." Heyman nods. Lesnar smirks in amusement to the right of Heyman.

The unknown man chuckles in fascination, liking the approach Heyman is going for, about his client's "hunger".

"I like your enthusiasm, Heyman." He quips. "Reminds me of... well, me."

"Well... we've both had a fair share of business highs and lows." Heyman notes, remembering his past businesses with ECW.

"Between us, all three of us, I can safely say that a collaboration of ideas between you and I is quite amusing. Seems like there isn't much of anybody else who could get the job done quite as flawlessly."

"Well, Vince McMahon and his family likely wouldn't find the time to actually listen to my ideas, and Miss Dixie Carter is bound for failure anyway. And of course, Jim Cornette is twenty years too far behind."

"The less we mention of them the better, Paul. They are very well causas perdidas, they've lost their touch long ago. But the land of opportunity is rich for the both of us, especially because we are of a similiar mindset."

"Indeed we are. You love violence, so do I, so does Brock." Brock smiles sinisterly as he nods on to Heyman's enlightening comparisons. "However, the full potential that Brock and I have to shed blood, it can't be approached just being in WWE, where Brock doesn't fight full-time. That's why we want to expand our brand, to you."

"You speak many truths, Paul, about the demons you face in the WWE. You're not afraid to let them out when it comes to the outside world beyond the WWE Universe. Thankfully, a partnership between us can benefit the world in a whole. I don't have much for you right now, however, so, for now, there's no need to linger on. You may go if you want."

"Thank you for your time. I won't let you down." Heyman nods towards his benefactor, as he and Brock rise up from their seats, and make their exit from the dark and gloomy office.

The shadowy figure behind the desk turns around in his chair, satisfied with his negotiations, as the ambient lights shone on him closer and brought visibility into his face, revealing this man behind the desk as an all-too-familiar face.

"With the experience I have, Heyman, I don't expect failure." Dario Cueto makes an assurance to himself, and his new-found consortium partner. What this man had planned for the future between him and Heyman will soon come to light.

Meanwhile, somewhere in Washington...

A cellphone rings out, bringing attention to an individual who catches the phone's alert in time. Luckily, the person who caught this call happens to be a certain retired, bearded athlete, interrupted from the next stage of his career.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Danielson. We've been expecting you."

To be continued...

So... from what we know, Dario Cueto, having vanished from his original Temple, has met an agreement to a partnership with the equally devious Paul Heyman and his client Brock Lesnar, but what is left unknown is how it specifically involves the recently-retired Daniel Bryan...

Chapter 2 will arrive soon. If I feel I'm back up to speed now, after all the hiatuses and such, it'll probably come by in about a couple days. School's still a thing, so there's that.