Come in my boat,
a storm is rising and the night is coming
Where do you want to go
quite alone you are drifting away
Who will hold your hand
when it pulls you under
Where do you want you want to go,
So boundless the cold sea
Come in my boat
The wind of autumn keeps the sails stiff

_S o f t C o r e_F o r_L i f e !_

Opponent:
Sonny Lightning
Mentioned:
Sonny Lightning

Federation:
All Star Wrestling
Record:
9 - 1 - 2

Roleplay Written By:
Joseph Storm

Parrellel Fate

"Your SoftCore Hero"
Joseph Storm

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His fate was going to be parallel with this match
Joseph Storm verus one of ASW's greatest, Sonny Lightning
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Outside Cormorant Arena, Cormorant, Manitoba, Mar.22nd 2002 6:45 PM

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It was yet another Friday night as people, by the thousands filled the Cormorant Arena in Manitoba to see the amazing match between nAc and Triple Threat tonight. Joseph Storm was walking towards the enterance ramp, where all the little kids came to see their faviorte wrestlers drive by and wrestling new reporters, who made lenghty articles off a gesture made by a wrestler. Joseph was carrying his gym bag over his left shoulder as began bobbling down the steep ramp. A limo passed Storm as fans flashed their cameras, trying to notice who it is.
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A kid whose sitting on his father's shoulder yells "I think it's Vinny Vegas!"

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A small chant for Vinny started outside the arena. Joseph almost reach the door as a hand grabbed his shoulder. A smile grew over Joseph's face. He didnt have to turn around to see it was a eger reporter, desperate enough to talk to Joseph. Joseph turned away and made a unbelievable surprised face
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"Umm... Hi" Joseph said as he turned to face the man

"Wrestling Godz dot com, May I ask you a couple questions?" The man said as he removed his hand from Joseph's sholder

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The man was about 18 years old and had the build of a wrestler himself. He had a camera dangling around his neck as he held out a pen and paper.
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"Shoot"

"Not trying to be rude, but what are you doing here? Your not booked tonight" The kid said as he got his camera ready for the next limo to drive by

"Lets just say... I plan on making a loud statement." Joseph said with a smirk

"Care to expand on that?" The young reporter said as he lifted his head for the first second.

"Your going to have to watch the show"

"Cool.. Cool.. Amazing match on Monday. What do you think about going against Sonny Lightning on sunday?" The kid asked, but never lifted his head to look at Joseph as he took quick, ugly point form notes.

"What can I say? I can't believe it. From Monday, David Dukes to Sonny Lightning! It should be a great match."

"Think you could take him?"

"Well if I did.. It would a great push in my career." Joseph obviously didnt want to answer the question

"So, you think you could pin him?" The reporter wanted a straight answer

"Well I was surprised by the lack of rust that showed on Monday. Sonny is going to push me hard on Sunday, but if I reach that Storm level like the OWFites know... Theres no doudt in my mind, that I'm going to win it."

"Those are them fightin' words!" The reporter lifted his head to say the comment, then looked back down to his notes and kept writing. "Ummm... Stables Title Match- Who comes out on top?"

"I'm a fan of the nAc, but... Triple Threat is pretty tough. Its a hard call."

"Thanks" The kid finishes writing then shakes Joseph's hand then runs back up the ramp towards a quickly growing crowd on top of it.

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Joseph meets the end of entrance ramp and bangs on the large metal door. It slowly opens and Joseph crouches down before it rasises high enough, and walks into the arena.
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Joseph's Locker Room, Cormorant Arena, Cormorant, Manitoba, Mar.22nd 2002 6:54 PM

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Joseph has a tape of one week ago, Lethal Intentions vs Cold Grass playing on a little television on a bench. He sits next to it, taping his fists. Joseph lets out deep breath as he watches Jesse and Tavix go through the table. He rips the tape with his teeth and rubs his wrists but never removes his eyes from the TV.
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"The fear.. It was strong." A long pause passes as Sonny grabs the Tag Team Championships. "Strong. When I went to OWF they had to put me in matches, they did'nt have that big of a roster at the time. But ASW... The fear is real. I could be a nobody here. ASW has endless amounts of great wrestlers. Then I was told I have the chance of going one on one with Sonny. How great is that for my career?! I have to, and I will beat Sonny. David Dukes- He wasnt a challange. It was a requirement. I had to fight him, but Sonny... Thats a challange."

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Joseph stands up and swings his arms back and forth, streching his chest. Then shoots of a couple punches into the air, followed by a kick.
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"Eight years. Just training camp, crossing Canada, working for twenty bucks a match. That was around a year ago. My ninth year.. I made it big. Some people even reconize me now. I worked hard to get here. And Sonny, you were holding the ASW hardcore title while I was jobbless. Which sickens me. Your a former World Champion, a great wrestler. What the hell are you holding a hardcore title? Its an embrassment." Joseph sits back down and fixes his wrestling boots. "A war is annouced tonight. Saddly, you are on the wrong side. Your a great competitor whose ruined his name with several hardcore titles. I would never. Weapons are for the weak. I've met the bad end of chairs, kendo sticks, or whatever you people use. I've met the bad usage of all the weapons. As I'm sure many, many ASW Wrestlers have. Including you Sonny, being a former hardcore champion, I bet you've felt pleasure using a trash can in manners other than directed. I bet the fact that ignorant fans cheer you on while you do that make it such a greater high for you. But that gains no respect, exceptaly from me. I've come to ASW for one thing. Respect. I want to be respected by the famous wrestlers like Vinny, Dynamite, Kremlin, and you, Sonny. I would never take cheap respect by beating as many people up with as many things I can find. No. I'm going to out wrestle the great wrestlers, like you, like Vinny, like Godsmack. Wrestling gains respect. I'm the greatest techincal wrestler. Anyone who doudts me can see the results of my skill with David Dukes, and soon... Sonny Lightning. The bad end of weapons may be painfull. But the great end of me... Not only painfull- Amazing."

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Joseph Storm swings a few more fists, ended with a jab. He turns off the television then leaves the locker room as the scene fades to white
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Wrestlers Fade to Black...
Greatness Fades to White...