((A/N: Before I begin, I'm here to announce that the final three picks are no longer in the tournament! Their replacement are (as stated in the promo): you will know the three replacements in the promos! Without further ado, let's meet the competitors!))
The cameras cut to an overhead of the wealthy eschalon section of Cambridge, England. Soon, the cameras zoom in on a large mansion, specifically the roof where a giant pool & Jacuzzi was stationed. Laying poolside was William Dawkins and Alessia Perez.
"Ladies and gentlemen, you all have the rare privilege to meet the future winner of the Supernovas Cup: "The Golden Lion" William Dawkins! Looking at the field, it is apparent that none of the bloody wankers who entered compare to the wealth and ability that I possess! In fact, I can buy out their entire careers with only a 3% of my overall wealth!"
A servant brought him a bucket with ice and bottles of champaign. Alessia Perez pulled out a $100 bill, but Dawkins stopped her. "Allow me. A gentleman knows when to cover for a lady." He dug in his pockets and pulled out a single roll of quarters. He tosses it to the servant before shooing him away. Alessia couldn't help but laugh.
"No one in the Supernovas can compare to our wealth, prestige, class, or natural born talent. And once "The Golden Lion" win the Supernovas Cup in our home country, then we will take over the WFA!" The camera pans out as she and William clink champagne glasses.
SLaughter
Anihation
Domination
Evisceration
This is the motto of SLADE!
A very muscular 6'7" man walks into a shady ally that is crowded with shady people. They all see him approaching and rush towards him. The large man grabs one by the throat and tosses him into a wall! Another runs up with a knife, but he was hit with a Big Boot which sent him into three other guys! One dude tried to attack from behind, but Slade spots him! He quickly spun around and Clotheslined the assailant! The guy dropped down with a possible broken neck & adams apple, leaving Slade alone with one last, scared person. The guy tried to run, but Slade hooks both his arms and applies a Full Nelson. Slade then lifts him up and SLAMS him so hard, there was a loud noise of a spine cracking! Surrounded by an array of bodies, Slade lets out a horrifying scream.
SLADE is coming…...
The kumi-daiko began playing the Taiko Drums as a spotlight shines down on a 6'2" man in a black & silver robe on his knees and his black & silver hair down. Behind him, a video plays: Competing in Japan, and him spraying people with A Black Mist, and hitting them with Buzzsaw Kicks, Moonsaults, and applying his own version of the Muta Lock called "The Kyoshi Lock." The video soon ends and the sound of beating drums suddenly stops. He stands up and lifted his head, revealing a black & silver face paint, and sprays black mist at the camera. It soon read
The Kyoshi Warrior is coming…..
Location: Malaga, Spain
At a local basketball gym, WALTER was in the ring sparring with a 6'8 man with a light tan, short curly black hair, brownish green eyes, and a chevron moustache. He was also wearing a white "RINGKAMPF" shirt with black shorts & knee pads, and white Air Jordans. WALTER chops the trainee, but the man did not go down. Instead, he chops back at him! WALTER stumbled back a bit, and the man took the opportunity to place him in a Guillotine Choke that was called the "Kong's Wrath" ! WALTER tried fighting out of it, but began to fade. Soon, Timothy Thatcher rung a bell, and the man immediately releases the hold. He helps WALTER up as they shook hands, and he then stood in the center of the ring, hands behind his back & facing the camera.
"Mi nombre es Rodri Montoya. Y no soy una supernova. Soy superior a eso en todos los aspectos. Todos los otros treinta y un competidores en este torneo son inferiores a mí. Mi objetivo es demostrar qué es un verdadero campeón. ("My name is Rodri Montoya, and I am not a supernova, I am superior to that in all regards, all the other thirty-one competitors in this tournament are inferior to me, and my goal is to demonstrate what a true champion is.)
Soon, WALTER & Imperium stood besides him with their arms behind their backs. In a loud voice, they all yelled:
"DIE MATTE IST HEILING!"
Location: Tacoma, Washington
The video opens to a smoky alleyway late at night. The only thing that gave of light was a few street lights attached to some buildings. Walking through the alley was J.P Rainforth. J.P had a decent caucasian build with some mildly defined physique, icy blue eyes, long dirty blonde hair, a blonde mustache and chinstrap beard combo, a wide chin, drawn cheekbones, sloping forehead, thin blonde eyebrows, a tattoo of a crying angel on his upper left bicep, and a small tribal tattoo on his right shoulder and forearm.
J.P was wearing blue pants with rips in the knees, flannel pattern fabric strips hanging from the pockets, and airbrushed surreal grunge themed designs, black boots with light blue laces, edging and flannel pattern tassels on the back, smudged wrist tape with "RAINE" written on it on both arms, dark and moody eye makeup under his eyes, a tattered flannel vest, and a flannel pattern bandanna.
"...What's the point of all of this?" He said in a depressing tone. "What's the point of this tournament? People just get hurt at a chance to win. But if they lose, then they end hurt physically and mentally.….whatever then. I guess I'll give it a shot. Win or lose, I don't care. It just gives me something to do. Well….I'll see you guys at the tournament or something."
He turns to walk away as the screen went black.
"My name is Luke Gray, and I will be competing in the Supernovas Cup!"
Rebel Heart (by CFO$) begins playing as the video starts up. A Mexican American appears with a smile on his face. He had a blue & white dyed hair going down to his lower neck, he had a skeleton tattoo tracing down his spine, and his right ear was pierced.
"I have a lot to prove to everyone that ever doubted me! I've made it this far, and I don't plan on slowing down!"
"The video cuts to him training by running on the desert mountains. It then showed clips of him doing different wrestling maneuvers. The video soon cuts to him hitting all of his signature moves on a random opponent."
"The competition does look tough, but I know I'm ready! Never say quit, and always shoot for the stars! That's exactly what I'm going to do!"
"The video soon flashes over the 31 other competitors. It then cuts to back to Luke staring at all of them. He yells "Bring it on!" and Superkicks the camera right as it cuts to black.
U-SO!
WAAAAA-HOOOOO!
DOWN SINCE DAY ONE-ISH!
DOWN SINCE DAY ONE-ISH!
WE BEEN DOWN SINCE
DAY ONE-ISH
LINE 'EM ALL UP
KNOCK 'EM DOWN-
"Fuck this." The music scratches off as a brown-skinned man walked down some stairs. He has a tribal tattoo running from his upper pectoral muscles to the shoulder blade, brown eyes, and an unkempt, long black hair. He was also wearing blue jean shorts, a shirt that said "Jason Uso," and a leather jacket. He had a very bitter expression his face as he sat down.
"Everyone here knows that song by heart. Hell, they know the tag team they're singin' about. In fact, everyone even knows the entire family fucking tree! At least, y'all think ya'll know. Because y'all don't know me. Y'all don't know that I'm from that same fucking family: that Ano'i Family Dynasty that is all over the wrestling business! Y'all don't even know that Jimmy & Jey had a third brother named Jason Uso." He points to himself. "And why would y'all? Jimmy & Jey are clearly the more popular ones, they're even Rikishi's favorite sons! Hell, the entire fucking family from The Wild Samoans to Dwayne Johnson even down to Raptor Reigns all treat them like they're the best thing goin'. And they just see me as both of their shadows. Some random fellow lost in the family tree. Ever since I was even young, when I didn't want to do that stupid fucking island dance, that family has treated me like SHIT!"
Jason punches a wall in anger. He takes a deep breath and looks back at the camera. "Fuck that family. Fuck the Samoan bloodline. And fuck the entire Samoan Dynasty. I never needed them then, and I don't need them now. I'm going to prove that I am the best Samoan alive. I will show just how much of a joke that family is for pushing me to the side! Because I will win this Supernovas Tournament. O loʻu lalolagi lenei i le taimi lenei."
The screen remains black for a very long time. Soon, a spotlight shines down on a man looking at the ground. He lifts his head up to reveal a red smile painted across his own...twisted smile. The guy had a pasty, pale skin, white face paint….assumed, frazzled red hair (with a receding hairline), and green eyes. The guy was also wearing a purple coat with a white button up shirt and black tie underneath. He also has a black vest underneath the coat. He has black gloves on and black shoes. He twirled around a small staff before pointing to the screen, which causes the song The Show Must Go on (by Three Dog Night) to play in the background. He began to speak in a calming voice.
"Gather around, boys and girls! I'm here to tell you all a happy...happy story! Once, there was this happy clown who went around to try and make other people happy! That's all he ever wanted to do! But the people were not happy. In fact, they were sad…..very very sad! And they tried to make the clown very sad, too...But the clown continues to try and make people as happy as they can be! But the people would not be happy….because they did not want to be happy…."
Now, his voice became much more hostile as the music becomes much more twisted. "The sad PEOPLE were so sad that they shut out the happy clown! They SHUNNED him because he was too HAPPY and wanted other people to be just as HAPPY, even if they didn't WANT to be HAPPY! "Sad people who chooses to be sad don't deserve any happiness in their lives!" The happy clown realized this….and he saw the world as truly sad…..because the sad people are making it sadder….."
This guy was now starting to chuckle a disturbing chuckle. "Heheheheheh…...All of the sadness made the happy clown sad…..the sadness...hehehe…..and the happiness…...both feelings broke the clown. He began to lose his mind…...a sad happiness made him PSYCHO! Now, this Psycho Clown will make the world happy…..by any means necessary…..ehehehehh
…..hehehehheeheh…...hahahahaha….AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
As this Psycho Clown laughed a blood curdling laughter as balloons began to shoot up into the air, covering the camera.
Location: Las Vegas, NV
On the rooftop of s house, there stood a man watching the lights from the Vegas strip. The man has a scar shaped like an X over his left hazel eyes, black high top dreads with red or yellow highlights at the end, and a small beard. He is also a bit slim with a 4 pack. He has a tattoo of a Jolly Roger on his left arm. The man also wears a red bandanna on his head, brownish cargo pants, has white sneakers, grey tank top, & a yellow Hoodie which says "K.W. = Hardcore" in white italics. He looked at the lights for a long time, lit up a joint, then finally spoke.
"What it do, n*ggas! K.W. Evans is in this bitch, and I'm here to fuck n*ggas all the way UP!" He says in a loud tone. Y'all have a ton of "Technicals" and "Catching folks" amongst y'all. That don't fly with me. If a n*gga like me gotta get shit done, then I just throw hands. It don't matter how long you worked on learnin' how to catch a n*gga and bein' technicians. Where I'm from, technicians come fix my tv, then get they ass stole off of! That's how shit works around here, and that's how it's finna go at this Supernovas Cup! So y'all n*ggas better be ready to catch these hands! Cause I ain't about do wrassle, I'm comin' to punch n*ggas in the throat!"
Somewhere in Germany, Fritz Kaiser is seen talking to a bunch of pretty girls as they relax on a nice day, one of the girls was holding a camera as Fritz excuses himself to speak at the camera, "Ringen, Modellieren, Beziehungen, diese Dinge haben mich zu dem gemacht, der ich bin. Schönheit ist ein starkes und altmodisches Wort für das, was sie von außen sehen, aber im Inneren hat das Herz eine Definition von reiner Schönheit. Der Supernova-Cup wird mein großer Schritt sein, um der beste der Welt zu werden, egal welche Männer ich schlagen werde. Weil ich aus gutem Grund der deutsche Adonis bin." (Wrestling, modeling, relationships, these things are what made me into who I am. Beauty is such a strong and old fashioned word for what they look on the outside, but on the inside, the heart has a definition of pure beauty. The Supernova Cup will be my big step to become the best in the world, no matter which men I'll beat, I will handle everything in a matter of time, do you know why? Because I am the German Adonis for a reason.) Fritz said as he kisses one of the girls in a romantic passion.
He returned to face the camera and says, "Ich gehe nach jeder Meisterschaft, wenn ich gewinne. Ich habe meinen ersten Eindruck in Japan gemacht, ich kann es diesmal wieder in der WFA machen." (I'll go after any championship when I win. I handled my first impression in Japan, I can do it again, this time, in the WFA.) Once he's done, he and the ladies walk away as the camera pans toward the sun.
In a martial arts dojo in Japan, Hikaru Yoshida is seen with a white gi and white slacks, with a black belt as he does numerous karate chops and kicks on wooden boards and sticks to test his speed and strength as he also spar with his fellow dojo mates. Once he's done, he looks at the camera and says, "Watashi wa chōsen suru junbi ga dekite imasu. Kakatte koi!" (I'm ready for a challenge. Bring it on!) He then roundhouse kicked the camera and the screen went static.
Instrumental of Not Many (remix by Scribe) plays. A tanned, 6'4, 239 lbs Hawaii/Samoan male walked down a dimly lit hallway. He has black hair in a crew cut style haircut, multiple tribal tattoos going on his arms, left leg, chest and back area, and had a very toned, built body type. As he walked down the halls, he began to narrate.
"My name is Jaden Sennoa. And I am a man who decimates people for a living. I thrive off of hurting others. The tougher the opponent, the more satisfying it is when I break every bone in their body, tear apart each ligament, and quite frankly beat the dogs*it out of them."
As Jaden walks down the hallway, the walls lit up with highlights of his career knocking people out and beating them to a bloody pulp. In a wrestling ring or an MMA cage, Jaden was doing exactly what he said. Eventually, it then cuts to highlights of Sennoa applying the Kona Clutch and opponents passing out.
"And now I have arrived to the Supernovas Cup. But the story will remain the same. I will win this tournament, and anyone who wants to challenge me on that will be beaten within an inch of their life...before being permanently put to sleep."
The video ends with Sennoa walking through the doors at the end of hallway...and into the arena.
The screen cuts to a wide, empty room with glowing strobe lights from the ceiling. The camera slowly moves forward as STRIKE BACK (by BACK ON) starts playing. It then stops and the lights point at the man in the center, a man of Asian-American descent wearing a jacket.
"The Supernovas Cup...where only the best may thrive and move forward..." he begins to speak. "Y'know, some people say life ain't a game, but to me, it is, and that's how I've made it this far, from kendo to judo to my future home of the WFA. Every other Supernova in this tournament is just another boss battle waiting to be destroyed. So, if anyone asks me if this is all just a game to me, I'll say yes. It's all just a game to me because why accept the pathetic reality you have when you could take up arms and change the game?"
The camera begins to zoom out as the man spreads his arms with pride.
"Wrestling is my game, and I play by my own rules, I am the Player One, I am the Gamechanger, I am...Kenji Tatsuya, and as a film icon once said..."
The screen blacks out, as Jigsaw's mask slowly comes into view and a distorted voice sounds,
"Shall we play a game?"
The screen then fades to black.
A camera pans out to show a snow covered field in northern Canada. Not much to be seen save for some trees in the distance except one figure moving away from the trees. The figure was walking out in the open wearing a torn up white coat with some red. The camera then focused on the man to reveal Asher King.
"I've heard the stories. I know of the others judgment of me. The lesser known individual from a failed group. The one no one cared, nor remembered. The Pack was meant to be something special. But one's jealousy ruined that and so my future became unclear. With that chapter of my life now closed, a new one begins. Someone saw something in me. Something I knew all along, but the fact someone else did proved I was right. Supernova, I look to change my destiny. I look to show not just the WFA, but the whole world what I am capable of and who Asher King really is. And to those who are put before me know this: there is absolutely no escape from the pain the Bloody Wolf Shall deliver to you all. The bloodiest Hunt has begun..." Said Asher and walking behind him is a White Wolf with blood all over its face as it growls at the camera to fade out to show Asher "Bloody Wolf" King and the Blood Hunt has begun.
Miami, Florida
The scene opens up to pan out on South Beach to show many people on the beach playing volleyball, dancing, and swimming. We then zoom in on a short dirt blonde man with a somewhat hairy chest while also being muscular, a mustache and goatee combo with a five o'clock scruff look on rest of face, with blue eyes wearing a pair of aviator shades, blue tropical shirt with the back saying Just Be Sleazy, khaki shorts, and flip flops.
"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, freaks and geeks and all that's in between, it is I, King Sleazy! Aka the Governor of Sleazeville, the Dream Matchmaker, the All Mighty Lord of Sleaze Style, and Everyone's No.1 Indie Star, Tim Fowler," Said Fowler as he looked at the the camera with a cocky smile on his face as a few nearby girls fainted after looking at him with faces of "lust", "But as much as I would like to go over my accolades in the world of wrestling, mma, and sports entertainment, I'm not here to talk about that, well not right now anyway. No, in a few weeks time yours truly will compete in the WFA's first ever Supernova Cup! That's right folks you heard it from King Sleazy, the WFA finally signed me. Truth be told this tournament is just a formality as I'm just going in to win the whole damn show and become the champion I was meant to be baby. So to all the wannabe losers at this Supernova Cup, ya best walk away or else I'm taking you down to Sleazeville where your ass is guaranteed to be kicked as well as embarrassed. Do yourselves a favor and just forfeit like the losers you are. And to my adoring fans, keep it Sleazy!" Yelled Tim Fowler as several of the beach goers cheered for him with chants.
"KING Sleazy!"
"KING Sleazy!"
"KING Sleazy!"
King Sleazy comes to you at Supernova Cup baby! As a cartoon version of Tim Fowler wrestles a dummy to then showing him showering in baby oil as he impresses several girls.
This message was brought to you by the Governor of Sleazeville who wishes to remind everyone to always Keep It Sleazy
Ruthless
having or showing no pity or compassion for others
The camera opens up showing the back of a large man walking up to a caged ring with multiple men ready for a fight.
Juggernaut
a huge, powerful, and overwhelming force or institution.
The large man enters the cage as the other men surround him with bad intentions on their faces until the large man smiles and then roars as the lights go out.
Desolation
a state of complete emptiness or destruction.
The lights come back to show all the men beaten down with some with bloodied faces and bodies all over the cage with the large man standing over them. He then grabs one of them by the throat and Powerbombs him through the cage door as he roars again. As the camera fades out as Desolation (by Lamb of God) plays.
Ruthless Roger Stone
The Era of Ruthlessness begins at Supernova...
The camera cuts to an abandoned warehouse in Downtown Nashville. It's the dead of night, and a full moon can be seen, illuminating the night sky,
We see a hooded figure, standing in front of the warehouse, just looking at the abandoned building.
"Now this is the law of the jungle, as old and as true as the sky, And the wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the wolf that shall break it must die. As the creeper that girdles the tree trunk, the law runneth forward and back; For the strength of the pack is the wolf, and the strength of the wolf is the pack.."
Chris chuckles, not taking his eyes off the building.
"That was Rudyard Kipling's most famous quote of all time. It's also from his most successful story, The Jungle Book. For most people, It's difficult to understand why there's such a fascination with them. Yes, they're a relative, and an ancestor, to dogs. But wolves are everywhere in pop culture, from Disney Movies to football teams."
Chris begins to walk towards the warehouse.
"It's always been that way. Even back in ancient times, wolves played a role in multiple different mythological stories. Lycaon, from Greek mythology. Lupa, from Roman mythology. The list goes on and on."
Chris enters the warehouse. The interior of the building is an array, with broken furniture and old papers scattered around the rooms. The walls are covered with graffiti, and you can see a rat, scurrying out of sight.
"But, the most well known, and the most dangerous wolf, in all of mythology, comes from Norse mythology. Fenrir, the son of Loki, a wolf so monstrous that no chains could hold him. It was only when the gods bound him with enchanted metal that he couldn't break free. But even then, Fenrir was able to bite off the right hand of Tyr. The Norse God of War. The only god brave enough to put his hand in the wolf's mouth."
Chris walks through a doorway, onto a rampart, overlooking the ground floor. He looks down, and you can just hear a faint growling from the ground below.
"When Fenrir finally did break those chains, it signified Ragnarok, the end of the world. By that time, the wolf had grown so big, he was able to swallow the Sun, and he ate the All-Father, Odin, whole."
Chris walks on the scaffolds, looking at the runes on the floor. The growling slowly grows louder.
"And It's about time for Ragnarok to commence in the WFA."
On the ground, chains around his wrists, ankles, and neck, stands Fenris, surrounded by runes on the floor.
"It'll start with the Supernova cup. My brother, Fenris, will be unleashed onto the WFA. And when the time comes, he will kill the old gods of the WFA, ushering in the new era."
As Chris looked down at his brother, he began to mutter.
"I am a Wolf."
The circles surrounding Fenris and his chains begin to glow.
"Quietly, I will endure."
The chains begin to grow tight, as Fenris begins to strain against them.
Silently, I will suffer."
Chris takes a key off his neck, and tosses it down to the floor, right at Fenris's feet.
"Patiently, I will wait."
From behind Fenris, Scarlet and Lucian walk forward. Scarlet bends over, picks up the key and begins to unlock the chains.
"For I am a hunter."
The last chain is unlocked, and the chains fall at Fenris's feet. The three then turn and look at Chris, who smirks.
"And I will survive."
Chris chuckles and looks at the camera.
"It's funny. Because, at the end of the day, the lion and the tiger may be more powerful. But, tell me: have you ever seen a wolf perform in a circus?"
The camera then cuts to black.
Mark Jacobs is seen in a gym, running on a treadmill with ankle weights. He has slightly tan skin and a slim, but really detailed and impressive physique. He has black hair in a Corey Graves style and a slight beard. He has dark brown eyes. He turns the treadmill off and turns towards the camera. "All these assholes are coming into the Supernova Cup like they have a chance of winning. That shit annoys me. I don't care if you're Jaden Sennoa, nor do I care if you're Baby Boy Flair. I don't care about Alexander Magnus and I don't know who those potheads are. Before you even ask, I definitely don't see Asher Darma, Fritz Kaiser, and that clown dude as threats, merely victims. I'm sure Fenris will be a cake walk. When the Supernova Cup begins, people will talk smack. That's an inevitability. However, when it comes to whoever is unlucky enough to meet the bane of their existence in that ring will quickly realize: You can't talk smack when your lungs aren't working." Jacobs glares before taking a sip from his water bottle and turning away. He freezes before turning back to the camera. "The one true Ace Of Pro Wrestling, Mark Jacobs, will do what I do best- Mutilate and embarrass." Jacobs then does the finger gun before scoffing and walking away.
Nolan Garson is seen sitting in an abandoned building, muttering to himself. Nolan has long brown hair hanging down to his neck and slicked back, along with a slightly bushy beard. He has light blue eyes and fair skin with a lean body and a decent physique. "Suffer." Nolan mutters quietly. "I suffered for so goddamn long. I scratched and I crawled. I pleaded for one person to care about how I feel..." Nolan shakes his head before looking up at the camera. "I'm done with that. Now, the world will feel what I have felt for so many years. Starting at the Supernova Cup, the world will suffer...just like I did." Nolan grits his teeth before kicking the camera away and covering his face with his hands.
Tyson Burke is seen sitting in a house. He has dark brown skin and dark hazel eyes. He has medium length black hair in dreadlocks and a black beard. His physique is lean but decent. On the walls of the house are Ventriloquist Dummy versions of most WFA Superstars. Soon, a woman walks up to him- Blaire Hendrix. She has long crimson hair, as well as red and black hypnotic spiral contacts in. She is wearing red fake eyelashes with black eyeliner and eyeshadow. She has black and dark red lipstick on. Her skin is slightly pale skin and her body is slim. She is carrying a blank doll.
"Hey Blaire, how's Amadeus doin'?" Tyson calmly asks.
"He's been well. He asked me to give you this." Blaire hands him the blank doll.
"Oh no," Tyson raises his hands and steps back, "I've seen horror movies. I know that thing will come to life and I am the least safe between us."
"Please? I want to protect you." Blaire mutters while flashing slight puppy dog eyes.
"Fine, but if it kills me, I'm haunting you." Tyson rolls his eyes and takes the doll.
"Remember what you are fighting for." Blaire whispers while putting a hand on Tyson's shoulder.
"My family. I refuse to let them go back to starving." Tyson mutters as he looks at the ground.
"Yes, but what else?" Blaire tilts his head up by placing a hand under his chin.
"To help Amadeus fix the WFA and make it a better place." Tyson replies in a recited manner.
"Exactly. Amadeus has never lead us astray." Blaire smiles slightly before walking away as Tyson stares at the blank doll with an unnerved expression.
The lights shut off as a soft melody piano begins to play. A bright white spotlight shines down onto a 5'9 "tanned woman with pitch black hair, a slim body, & red wore an elegant gray, white, & crimson red dress with a pitch black necklace & a crimson red ring. She was also holding range looking scythe.
?: Déjame contarte toda la historia de un luchador simple. No era diferente de los demás: hacer lo correcto, competir por la gente, creer en todo lo que es bueno.
?: Este luchador continuó sacrificando su cuerpo y su espíritu para satisfacer a sus fanáticos. Desafortunadamente, este deseo de admiración y afecto le costó lo más importante de su vida: su máscara.
?: Intentó no permitir que la pérdida de identidad afectará sus actuaciones, pero en última instancia, gradualmente comenzó a perder. Y perder. Y perder. Y perder. Con cada pérdida, los aficionados se desvanecieron. Los mismos fanáticos que una vez lo trataron como un héroe, ahora se apartaron de él, dejando al pobre luchador roto y solo sin ninguna identidad ... hasta que aparecí.
?: Lo encontré, una cáscara de su antiguo yo, y lo convertí en algo más siniestro ... más despiadado ... y MUCHO más mortal de lo que nunca imaginó que sería. Ahora, el mundo será testigo del fruto de mi trabajo ... y fue testigo del surgimiento de El Segador ... Soy Angel caída, y "The Reaper" no traerá ninguna piedad a la WFA. ..
The woman raises her fist and slams the scythe down, causing the light go to turn to deep shade of gray before cutting to a haunting black. When the lights returns to normal, she was gone.
Hannah Eberhart stands outside a barn with a microphone.
"Hello, ladies and gentlemen, my name is Hannah Eberhart, lead interviewer for ICW. Right now I am about to interview Asher Darma, a fan favorite who is competing in the Supernova Tournament." Hannah said, before turning her head to signal for the bar door open. Asher Darma comes out riding a cow as two little children lead the cow out toward Hannah. Asher gets off the cow.
"Did I look cool this time?" Asher asked
"Yes you did. We finally got a shot of you looking cool." Hannah said, giving him a thumbs up
"Great! It only took us one and half hours of time to film it!" Asher said, high fiving Hannah.
"Right, so now to the interview. Asher, who are these two little kids?" Hannah asked, pointing at the little boy and little girl.
"These are my two of my massive supply of siblings, Sunil and Shiva Darma. They are the twins but do not look alike, because their organs are different." Asher said patting Sunil on the head. "You see, my mother and father had many many many children so they could run our family farm. It is truly humbling for me to see this farm turn into the pride of my village. They worked very hard to get this thing off the ground. The Darma farms started as a man and women chasing a dream. Now we supply fruits and vegetables to all the supermarkets in India. I couldn't be more proud of my parents for how far they've come. It truly is an inspiring story."
"Your parents have to be proud of you and how you will be going to America to compete in the Supernova Cup." Hannah said
"Not just my parents. Everyone is proud of me. I've been getting gifts and presents from everyone. Most of which that I donate to charity, because I'm not worthy of being praised like I am some type of Superhero." Asher said
"You have over a billion people in your corner in this tournament. Quit being humble Asher. You are a superhero to these people." Hannah said
"No I am not. I am not a hero nor am I Super. I am just a kid who grew up on a farm, picking fruits and vegetables out of the ground, dreaming of a life where my entire family doesn't have to worry about the weather ruining their bank account. I appreciate all the support, but I am no hero. I am just a man. A man who will fight, but a man nonetheless. I cry. I hurt. I laugh. I am normal. I am nothing special. But I have been given a great opportunity to represent my country and more importantly, a great opportunity to make friends and make my parents proud. I do not know if I will win, but I will try my best to." Asher replies
"You're very humble Asher. I don't see men like you in America very often." Hannah admits
"I assume that is because you are a- and I quote- Hottie hot hottie- so they pretend to be macho around you." Asher said, causing Hannah to giggle
"Well, thank you for your time and good luck in the tournament" Hannah said
"Oh thank you very much. And good luck to you in your career of interviewing. I hope that one day we will be again as the top of our respective professions" Asher said shaking her hand.
We hear the sounds of trumpets blaring in the background, as we see a man putting on a blue singlet, and putting on his boots. The trumpets in the background begin a consistent rhythm, blending into the intro of Trophies (by Drake) as we see the man put on his letterman jacket, revealing the name "DUKE" on the back of it, as the man turns to reveal none other than Brandon Duke, who smirks at the camera, and poses for the camera, flexing his muscle.
"When you think of a rising star, a true uncrowned king in the sport of professional wrestling...only one name should come to mind…..'The Alpha Male'...'The King of the Suplex'...'Mr Wrestling' himself…..Brandon Duke!" A narrator with a deep, baritone voice is heard in the background. All of a sudden, we segue into footage of high school wrestling, where we see a young Brandon Duke dominating competition.
"Even at a young age, during his high school days, Brandon Duke knew he was destined for greatness. And as such, he dedicated his life to the sport, becoming the Minnesota State Champion in his Junior Year, and then brought home the National Championship in his senior year. "
We see Brandon in college, making short work of his opponent before raising the NCAA Championship trophy over his head.
"In college, he became an All-American, placing first and being recognized as the NCAA Challenge. With that accolade under his belt, a young Brandon had bigger ambitions in mind."
And now we see Brandon in Rio, Brazil, as we see him once again plowing through the competition, pinning competitor after competitor.
"Brandon Duke represented America in the 2016 Olympics! And although the gold medal eluded him due to a technicality…'The Alpha Male' still brought home the silver medal, cementing himself as an Olympic-caliber athlete, and one of the best in the world today! But Brandon was not satisfied, and he decided to transition his talents from the wrestling match to the squared circle!"
Now we see Brandon, working as a free agent, holding the IWGP United States Championship over a beaten Jay White, while we see him hit a Triple German Suplex on Matt Riddle, and finally, signing his WFA contract and wrestling in SSW and ACW.
"This man craves competition, and desires to put his skills to the test. The Olympic Silver Medalist wants to know if he can truly call himself 'The Fastest Rising Star in Professional Wresting"! And to do that, to become the leader of the new wave of wrestling…..he plans to do one thing, and one thing only…."
Now, we finally see Brandon Duke, flashing a pearly-white smile to the camera, before saying' "The man who will win the Supernova Cup ...the man who will usher in a new era for the WFA ...will be me." Brandon says, as he poses once more for the camera, before we fade to black.
Alexis' mansion
Jesus Garza, Rey Aguayo, Phoenix, Sofia Reynoso and Alexis Espinoza sit around a table as Sofia shuffles cards
"So what's the game? Poker, Blackjack, Goldfish?" Sofia asked
"Hey can we play Uno?" Jesus asked
"No, Estupido." Sofia said
"Let's just do some poker." Rey Aguayo said as he grabbed some chips from the bowl and put it in his mouth. Sofia looked over at Phoenix.
"You in Phoenix?" Sofia asked only for him to shake his head no. Sofia starts to deal. "You know you can speak right? You're not a one month old baby."
"I think he's focusing about the Supernova Cup chiquita" Rey Aguayo said
"Speaking of which, which one of you three are going to be representing us?" Asked Alexis Espinoza to silence. "You guys still haven't decided? Come on guys, we're the hottest stable in WFA right now. We got the ACW Factions Championship and a Supernova Cup will look real good on the mantel."
"Can we put it next to my PhD?" Jesus asked
"You don't have a PhD." Rey Aguayo said
"Yes I do." Jesus said, before reaching under the table and pulling out a framed Diploma. "See, I'm a doctor now. My mama's going to be so proud."
"Your name isn't Richard." Rey Aguayo said, reading the diploma
"That's my nickname in Connecticut, ese. I got that shit from Yale." Jesus said
"Is it your nickname because you're a dick?" Sofia quips
"Also you went to jail, not yale." Alexis follows up
"Quit being a bunch of haters. Just cuz I did something with my life, robbed a white guy and stole his diploma. I'm still hood though." Jesus said
"We didn't say you weren't" Aguayo said, sipping some Modelo.
"Listen, I know you're all judging me because I'm a doctor now. I'm going to be the next Dr. Seuss ese! Just you watch." Jesus said, causing laughter among his peeps.
"Of course you wanna be ess. You haven't stopped reading his books." Sofia said
"Duh. They're classics. They really got me ready for Jail." Jesus said
"What about Yale?" Alexis asked
"That too." Jesus said.
"Listen, amigo. The three of us need to figure out who's representing us. The tournament starts soon" Rey Aguayo said
"It should be me." Sofia said
"It's men only." Alexis said
"What ever happened to the Women's Evolution? I hope everyone is writing angry tweets at Trell right now. #LetSofiaIn." Sofia said
"Too bad. You're out. It's one of us three." Aguayo said, looking at Phoenix and Jesus Garza
"So which one is it?" Alexis asked
"Me!" Jesus and Rey said quickly at the same time, as Phoenix raised his hand. Alexis sighs
"We're getting nowhere fast." Alexis said
A few days later…..
"Man, I can't believe Phoenix beat us both in Goldfish and got a spot in the tournament." Rey Aguayo said as him and Jesus walked down the corridor of Alexis Mansion, passing bye the pool area.
"I swear he cheated ese." Jesus said
"No you cheated. That's why you got disqualified before the game even began. How are you going to cheat in Goldfish?" Rey Aguayo rants
"Listen at least I didn't lose cleanly to a mute like you did." Jesus Garza argues
"At least I didn't get cut like you did." Rey Aguayo mocks
"I didnt get cut. Unless you're talking about my muscles." Jesus flexes
"Naw, amigo. I'm talking about what I'm going to do if you don't shut up." Rey threatens
"Why you gotta be so hostile all the time? " Jesus said before getting an orange thrown at his head. "Hey, it's an apple a day that keeps the doctor away, not an orange"
"But if you're a doctor, you can't get away from yourself." Sofia said as her and Alexis walk towards the two. All four stop.
"You're right. That means I'm always at risk of getting sick. But it's a risk I must take for my craft." Jesus said
"You're a drug- er, business associate and wrestler, not a doctor." Alexis said
"Don't make me pull out my PHD chica." Jesus said
"Homeboy has pocket size versions of that thing." Rey Aguayo said
"That diploma replaced all the kids that Jesus will never pay child support for." Sofia Chimes in.
"Listen, three spots just opened for the Supernova Cup." Alexis said
"How?" Asked Rey
"The Queen always gets what he wants." Alexis smiles
"Girls night out?" Asked Aguayo
"You know it." Alexis said before Aguayo high fives both women.
"Now all three of us are in the Supernova Cup!" Sofia said causing Alexis to gulp.
'Fia….about that…" Alexis said
"What three people got hurt. All three of us are in." Sofia said
"That Trell guy said no women." Alexis tries to explain
"What! This is bullshit and sexist! I demand a protest and social media movement for this!" Sofia blows a gasket. "Where is he? I'll beat him so bad he won't be able to count to four"
Jesus and Rey decided to slowly back away before deciding to run for it after a few steps.
Zhengzhou, China
Shaolin Temple
The camera follows through the beautiful gardens of the temple with numerous flowers showing in bloom, and the trees which spread all over the area, with flow with lively branches with Cherry Blossoms. The camera then leads to the Shaolin Temple building, still standing after hundreds of years. It then pans to the courtyard in the middle of the temple where we see a young man shadowboxing, and practicing his kicks by himself. He has black messy hair and multiple tattoos on his forearms, back, shoulders, and even down to his leg covering his body. He wears a tight black compression shirt, with black shorts with white and black running shoes.
We see him kick into the wind, and then perform a jumping spin crescent kick with 2 full rotations. As he lands on his feet, he finally looks at the camera.
"One lesson that I've learned throughout my years of wrestling is that, no matter what, you never underestimate your opponent. Never for one second, assume that you always have the edge to best them." But then as he finishes that statement, he smirks a little. He looks out, and steadies himself again to shadowbox.
"Another lesson is that never underestimate yourself and be confident in your skillset. Always remember that no matter how good your opponent is, you can be better if you're smarter." He then kicks in the air twice with the left leg, and does a spinning roundhouse kick in the air and lands in the superhero landing pose, then looks at the camera one last time.
"I was chosen for this tournament because I'm considered to be good. But when I leave this tournament, I will be known as the best. It doesn't matter who I face whether it be Pyscho Clown, Mark Jacobs, or even Ruthless Roger Stone. I will go through anyone I need to win." Then he speaks the last few words in Cantonese.
"这将是我的时刻，我会把它算在内." He then bows, and walks off into the temple background as the screen fades out into black.
We are at the WXW Wrestling Academy in Essen, Germany. The cameraman walks through the door, and we see two men wrestling in the ring. One was a large, 6'8 muscular bald man, wearing black tights, struggling as he is being held in a headlock by a 6'3 caucasian male, with straight black hair, a black boxed beard, and a muscular compact build, wearing black trunks, black boots and a shirt with a RINGKAMPF logo on it. The larger man manages to get out of the headlock by shoving the shorter man into the ropes, but this man bounces off of the ropes and baseball slides through the larger man's legs, and once he gets up, before the other man can even turn around, the RINGKAMPF member hooks both of his arms in a double chickenwing, and lifts and drops him with a Tiger Suplex, before rolling over and transitioning smoothly into the Queen's Lock (Bridging Double Chickenwing)! Immediately, the large man taps. The victor lets go, as his opponent unceremoniously rolls out of the ring in pain. He gets up, and walks towards the ropes, leaning on the ropes as he looks straight at the camera.
"Wrestling is an art-form, it is a human game of chess, where only the best competitors get their hand raised." He says in a British accent and laughs bitterly, before continuing. "Or at least, that's what it should be. Instead, drunk showmen throwing chairs and garbage cans, idiots diving headfirst off of the top rope-this is what this sport has become. It is nothing more than an insult to me, and to anyone else who gives a damn about this." The man stops for a moment before continuing. "My name is Alexander Magnus, and I am part of a group of people who want to restore this sport to what it once was. And to us, this mat is sacred. My goal in this Supernova Cup is to prove that I am, pound for pound, the best wrestler in the world. And if no one in the cup wants to bend the knee to the King of Catch, then I will take your knee. Die matte ist heilig." He says, repeating RINGKAMPF's motto in German, before sliding out of the ring and walking through the doors as the camera fades.
Lo Horsemen (Instrumental) (Smoke DZA) plays in the background as we are in a very fine estate. In the pool area, several bikini-clad women are swimming in the pool, and poolside, we see a man walking by, staring around at his estate like a young royal surveying his kingdom. He is man with short platinum blonde hair, a lean but toned build, and wearing white swim trunks and gold-tinted sunglasses, and a glass of champagne in his smirks as he sees the camera.
"Ladies and gentleman, you are in the presence of the Young King, the Golden Boy, the Natural…. Sebastian Flair." Sebastian laughs. "And I am proud to announce that I will be in the Supernova Cup!" Sebastian take a drink out of his glass, before continuing.
"See, Trell called me up personally, and asked me if I wanted to be in this tournament. 32 rising stars, competing to find out whose star shines the brightest? I couldn't refuse the chance to show everyone, that there has been something missing for a very long time in the WFA. A little bit of class, a little bit of sophistication…..a little bit of Flair." Sebastian put the glass down, and he looks right at the camera, eyebrow raised.
"You know, my father always said 'to be the man, you have to beat the man!' And when I am standing I'm the ring, victorious, raising that cup over my head, everyone in that arena will know…..that I am the man. WOOOO!" Sebastian says, laughing as two women come out of the pool. The last shot is Sebastian smirking at the camera, a beautiful woman in each arm as he walks away.
The screen cuts to a black room filled with smoke. Three men sat around a table as ...the sound of a crowd cheering in the room. All three guys passed a blunt around the table and sighs.
Ricky Vasquez (Mexican, short black hair, brown eyes, light brown skin, and lean but toned physique. Wore a hooded denim jacket, a t-shirt and torn jeans): Welp, we've been fired from walmart, boys. What the hell are we gonna do now?
Alex Drake (Light skinned African American male, with a buzz cut hairstyle with waves in his hair. Lean, and toned physical figure that is comparable to either Lio Rush or Desmond Xavier. Wore a black hoodie with "Ruffians" written across the front in smoke style letters, black jeans, and a black and gold snapback): I still wanna know who sold those kids our weed brownies….
Jaxson "Motherf***ing" Caruso (White man with shaggy brown hair that goes down to his ears. Brown eyes. Stubble. He skinny but you can visibly see muscle on him. He has a build for a light heavyweight fighter. Wore a Denver Nuggets jersey and shorts with Air Force 1s): Don't worry boys, I got this. I sent our apps to ACW!
Jaxson held up the papers in front of them. The invisible crowd popped so loud while the three guys high fived each other! But Alex stopped cheering and looked at the contracts.
Alex: Let me see that.…he takes the contract and looks it over. Bruh, that's an "I"
Ricky: Whaaaaaaaaaat? He takes the contract as well. Jaxson! This was supposed to be ACW!
Jaxson: Look, man. I gave it to Ray Kiran to send them over!
Alex and Ricky groans as the invisible crowd laughs.
Alex: What's an ICW, anyway?
Ricky: That's the place where Lionheart was champion, right?
Jaxson: Nah, man. That's the INSANE ICW. This one is the place with all the Triple Threats & Four Ways
Alex: Oohhh! The bootleg ACW!
They all laughed along with the invisible crowd.
Jaxson: Well what's it say?
Alex: he takes the contract and puts on some ridiculous reading glasses. "Congratulations! You three have been chosen to take part in the WFA Supernovas Cup, a 32-man, single elimination tournament!"
The crowd pops. They all laughs and high fived each other.
Ricky: What do we get if we win?
Alex: It says, "The winner will get a trophy-"
Jaxson: Awww shit! Turning it into World biggest bong!
Crowd cheers and laughs. The guys smile and nod in agreement.
Jaxson: What else?
Ricky: He takes the papers and reads it with the ridiculous glasses. "The winner…..also becomes the WFA North American Champion!"
Crowd cheers and they all celebrate.
Alex: We can be in charge of North America!
Ricky: I call Mexico! Jaxson, you take the US, and Alex can take Canada
Jaxson: Fuck that! I take canada & USA cause I'm white!
Alex: Hold up! There are black Canadians
Jaxson: Like who?
Alex: Like me!
Jaxson: You're not canadian!
Alex: I use maple syrup and love the trees, right?
Jaxson & Ricky: Oohhh!
The crowd laughs as Ricky reads the rest.
Ricky: Guys guys guys! It says "The winner also gets a pick any ICW Title match we want!"
Jaxson: Holy shit! We should go after the Heavyweight title!
Alex: Didn't Azriel hold that title?
Ricky: Thats ACW. ICW had the dollar store Azriel!
Jaxson: What's his name…..uhhh….. Blow Job?
Ricky: Beetle Juice?
Alex: I remember! It was Ben Jones!
All three: Eeeeeewwwwwww…..
The crowd boos at the name while the three guys looked disgusted. Ricky even threw up in a trash can at the name!
Jaxson: You know what, boys? Let's do this! Let's win this Galaxy Jug and rule North America!
Alex: Yeah! We can finally meet Asher Darma
Ricky: After feeling better Hey! We can even meet William Dawkins! I heard he gives out free money!
Jaxson: We can even hit on Alexis Espinoza! And best of all...
All three: We can get signed to ACW!
The crowd all cheered as they laughed and continued to smoke.
A/N: Well, ladies & gentlemen, here they are! All 32 competitors. Who are your favorites? Who do you think is going to win? Let me know! In the mean, here are the first round matches (in bracket order):
Day 1
K.W Evans VS Alexander Magnus
Rodri Montoya VS Slade
Ricky Vazquez VS Hikaru Yoshida
Tyson Burke VS Mark Jacob
Day 2
Asher King VS The Kyoshi Warrior
Alex Drake VS Kenji Tetsuya
Fritz Kaiser VS El Segador
Phoenix VS Brandon Duke
Day 3
Nolan Garson VS Fenris
William Dawkins VS Luke Gray
Jacob Uso VS Tim Fowler
Wei Wu-Long VS Jaden Sennoa
Day 4
Rey Aguayo VS Ruthless Roger Stone
Asher Darma VS J.P Rainforth
Psycho Clown VS Jesus Garza
Sebastian Flair VS Jaxson Caruso