DESMOND MASTERS vs SETH LAWLESS

Prologue




California. The birthplace of the famous rappers who have blessed and captivated listeners of any diversity with their innovative rhymes and lyrics but from the city of sin came a wrestler who was in the mix of both his 21st birthday and just signing a contract with the promotion. What was the first thought on his mind? His first action? anything could happen and the first thing he was presented with was a chance to bless the company with his skills. Would he even make it past the rough life?




All the talk and rumors would be put to test...




End of Prologue




The first scene would smoothen out as Desmond would arrive to the state listening to a pretty iconic song. His beats would be blasting to the sounds of Tupac's California Love and the young man would just be completely smitten with the landscape.




"Ahhhh! What a beautiful sight!"




He would carry his luggage off the plane and soon get inside the airport, looking around at a few of the billboards placed around showcasing the overall beauty before being approached by a limo driver with his name displayed on a piece of paper and moments later he would enter a limo that would have the destination set to a quaint hotel not too far from the location of the arena.




Once inside the hotel, the superstar would smile and put his hand to the sky praying to god thanking him dearly that he made it safe. Dropping down to do some pre match excercises the young up and comer would watch his opponent's last match on the screen.. chuckling at the power and different holds he would display.


{"Blaziken"} Desmond Masters




''Seth Lawless. You've seem to make a guy like me shudder in his boots just moments before he even familiarizes himself with the company. Whether your wins or losses can help you isn't the matter of our future contest... what matters right now at the end of this year is the future of both of us. Will you even be able to muster up the courage to even put me away?! Forget my track record anywhere or the pre fight banter we have on Twitter. I'm not scared of anything you may say to throw me off because it'll just be more fuel to beat you.




Michigan's best son would be able to beat the better part of this roster with a blindfold but i'm no pushover. Looking over your career history we seem to have started this dream of being the best a few years back. but here you are thinking that this kid can't hang with the likes of you. don't mince words or actions when that bell rings... You could be champion of the galaxy and farther edges of the universe but the one thing you will expect is a fucking fight! best believe me!"




Desmond would chuckle at the screen with a smile, unsure of how to go about his next move with hours before the scheduled contest. His DNA was calling just to let the fire out deep within his soul but it was held back to discuss someone that he barely knew. Nonetheless he was fired up and majorly excited to get started with his contractual obligations.




Focusing more on the tapes of his opponent, his fist was balled up while sitting on the bed to open his luggage, pulling out his trunks, boots and jacket for the evening.



{"Blaziken"} Desmond Masters



"As I look over the website... you seem to rank number 10 on the rankings? Why does that matter to you? Why does that become a concern to you? Are you trying to best by the support of your peers? Or is it the fact that you hide the mind and true emotions of your record just so the crowd can be happy... I respect and love the crowd too but it's best to put your mind on the opponent at hand.



This track record you seem to want to achieve will not go through me... championships and the accolades you will achieve can be done by beating ANYONE except me. You're probably thinking what the thoughts are going on inside my head... let me give you an example.




Have you ever heard the coherent tap of a referee's hand hit the mat for three no matter what it may be for. You may think that will occur in this contest and i'll lose my speed but what people fail to realize is that it kills... speed kills.



All the power in the world won't stop you from making mistakes and judging by how long you did this... it seems you can win anything and lose anything within the snap of a finger... hell! If I think about it vaguely... you could lose this match to me in about fifteen minutes or less!"



The small chuckle now turned into a bit of a teasing laugh by the rookie as the possibilities struck his mind. He wasn't being cocky nor arrogant by these observations but in the world of professional wrestling.. literally everything was done by the official's call so Desmond slowly thought of his gameplan while planning his evasion tactics for once he stepped into the ring with the larger man.



Flips and flying were the trick to most things Desmond did. His process of thinking was still put into place. Fear wasn't on his mind as he brushed his hair in the mirror and grabbed the keycard to the room before exiting.. walking down the hall with his phone his hand to record all of his activity.



Once he got downstairs to the lobby, he walked out the hotel and got into the same limo to drive down the road to the arena. The gameface was now on as the driver pulled away from the hotel... his thoughts were now spiraling into a snowball to which his odds were now deeming himself possible to win.



{"Blaziken"} Desmond Masters




''I like the challenge of speed versus strength... whether your views seem a bit off on how to end a guy like me… all you'll feel at the end of our match is you laying on the ground writhing in pain, my hand being raised in victory and the future being put in the hands of management. See I could have this meteoric rise to stardom and you could be trailing behind me just marveling in my glory but i'm not a kid who lets all his talk justify my actions.




All that big dick energy can be saved for a master perfectionist of the arts who can actually go on and on about his accolades. Someone like you would have a fun time ranting and raving about beating an aspiring rookie who is still wet behind the ears. I hope you can even stomach the popular people on Twitter just shitting all over you.



It's probably something you have a kink for... rookies like myself though have idols and other reasons why we want to actually be here. My motives aren't for the damn money but they are for the people who wish they could lace up my boots! All the trash talk the other heels do whether it be behind some sweet guy persona can be saved for someone who gives a fuck! Don't talk anymore about beating me sir... grow some balls and actually do it!



Your delusions of grandeur will cost you dearly…."




As those words were softly spoken into his camera, an immediate stop was made and Desmond was wished well by the driver and a tip was returned to him by the young man. Walking to the arena and being greeted by most of his colleagues, he made his way to the gorilla position to do some last minute preparations.



"How would it feel when we are exactly done Seth? think about it... Will you have any remorse? Will it even matter when the fans make you feel bad? All the boos will rain down and will you even care.... I highly doubt it but I do respect your valor and smarts heading into this contest. I just pray you actually think with what little brain power you have before you do what you do best... oh you thought I would say win? I meant lose... otherwise goodluck man."


Desmond shrugged rather slyly at the words with a smile while maintaining a rather confident game face as the scene slowly faded to black with his pre match promo getting ready to be recorded for the fans who were just arriving to the arena as he began to get a bigger focus on the task at hand even if it was just a debut. Could desmond find a way to pull off a victory of such high magnitude?




Only time will tell...




EORP