[-{::xX Forward Xx::}-] PCW starts a new journey into the unknown. A land where many have tried to tread but only a seldom few do succeed. PCW is a new auxillary brand of wrestling, innovative, creative, original, one-of-it's kind. PCW is on a journey into being the greatest federation out there. What will stop it? To be more precise, what's going to carry it? Every great "team", faction or company always is led by a workhorse of some manifestation or another. Take the 1996 Chicago Bulls. A great team. Led by all-time great Michael Jordan. Microsoft, another gigantic fortune 500 company, one of the most reknown companies in the world: Led by Bill Gates, the workhorse. PCW needs someone to carry the burdens, secrets, and all that is imaginable, and who shall that be? Death? Phst! What a mockery. Death is just a shallow old man, still stuck in the Goth phase he started when he was 14. PCW needs a better heroic image, one of a tall, cut, young guy. A guy like Ian Kaufman. A guy that will hoist the world title over his shoulders in no time. A guy who always prevails. A guy who is a winner. And in this crazy world title hunt, Ian finds himself facing another "manifestation" in Kid Lightening. Just another obstacle? Perhaps, perhaps not. It is for the eye of the beholder to decide. This roleplay takes place in Winslow, Maine. A secluded old-fashioned town near Waterville, Maine (another dinky, secluded town). It is placed at a Winslow High School Football game, where Ian and his long-time High School sweetheart Amanda Wallace are sitting, and Ian is about to tell her his aspirations to return to the business , etc. etc. etc...All the good stuff is inside, so please, sit back and enjoy. Thank you for your time, now to the featured presentation. [-{::xX End Forward Xx::}-] NOTE: The roleplays of Omar Inc. are designed to follow the type of diction the great American author John Steinbeck used in "The Grapes of Wrath." They do, in fact, come in chapters and have intercalory chapters, seeming irrelevant to the rest of the novel only to the naked eye. It's just a new thing I'm trying, lol. ..::.. Chapter One ..::.. :: A car enters the parking lot of Winslow High School, nearest the parking lot. The new, shiny car glistens in the sun right before the clouds move in. Giving the car a somber look and feel to it. A BMW?! Half the people in the town can't spell B-M-W. A very attractive and pure silver look is what addicts people to the car's "in-your-face" personality. As the people awe in amazement the door opens and a foot hits the ground. Up and about comes legendary Winslow High Football great and former pro-wrestler Ian Kaufman and a younger girl, about 22-23. He holds her hand and shuts the door. As he looks at the people he quickly turns astray and looks at the ground in shame. For he was destined to become someone, to become something special. That's not the plan god had for young Ian, a man of about 25 years of age, who had experienced so much in his life. He came from a broken home and a life that would make anyone fret for the young man. As he puts his hands in his pockets, he sighs deeply and as he exhales, a cloud of steam rushes out. It's so very cold outside, and it had turned from bright and sunny to dark and gloomy in an instant. Amanda can sense what he is feeling so she quickly takes his hand to pull him away. He is sessile. Not moving, not thinking, not anything. As she touches him he collapses and falls to the ground like a bomb and the people begin to scream. :: ..::.. Chapter Two ..::.. :: As he awakes he is sitting in the bleachers, covered in a pink, cotton blanket. He looks about, paranoid-like, and Amanda is there to rub his back and make him feel warm again. As he looks around he sees a whorde of people at the football game. The annual Winslow versus Belfast game is underway, and Ian remembers playing Belfast 7 years ago. Some think of it as the single greatest game by any one linebacker in the history of Winslow's popular tradition of football. 23 tackles, 2 interceptions, a forced fumble and a touchdown in a dominating performance. But perhaps it was the only one play he didn't make that set the tone of the ball game. Late in the fourth quarter, with the game won, Ian tore his lateral ligament in his knee, and at the time doctors were unaware how to rejuvenate him. His football career out of high school, as of that time, had perished.-- :: [Amanda] Hey baby, do you want some hot chocolate? [Ian] Uhh..I'm gonna pass. What's the score of the game anyway? [Amanda] Oh, it just started, Winslow kicks off this half but they get the ball the second. [Ian] I see, I see.... [Amanda] Well you told me there was something you desperately needed to tell me, now what is it? :: Ian had waited 3 years for this moment. After his departure from pro-wrestling when he was only 22 years old, Ian has lingered to go back to it. And now with superb health, he feels he is ready. But will she accept that? Afterall, she has the last word and means the most in the world to the man. Choices, choices, choices... :: [Ian] I'm goin' back. [Amanda] ....Ahh I knew this was going to be the topic of discussion, but honey you can't [Ian] No, YOU don't understand, I'm 100%, straight from Dr. Eisengart. My knee and back are healthy and I want to get back into things. [Amanda] You can't just fuck with your body like that, Ian. Your only 25 but your body is that of a 45 year old. I mean look at you, just because you didn't get your big Cal University football scholarship doesn't mean you need to kill your body some other way. I knew you would do this, I knew it. How stupid am I to come back to you , though? [Ian] Stupid? You weren't stupid. Why do you even have to think about that? It hurts my feelings, but don't worry about me. I'mma be okay, kay hun? Just listen to me: I will be alright. I need this, as hard as it may be to understand. :: Reaches in pocket and pulls out piece of paper :: > [Ian] This...this right here is my contract. 1 year....$36 million dollars. Right there, it's the one break I need. I mean I'm workin' for a guy that I've known throughout my career. I know PCW, I am PCW, I BLEED PCW. This is my career, baby, I'm only 25 years old. I have a legacy to fullfill, all that training in Japan, all that work in Stu Hart's Dungeon, was that all for nothing? I'm not gonna end up a "could've been" or "has been". My legacy is not complete until I make my mark on this industry. [Amanda] :: sobbing :: Baby...I'm just scared. I don't want you comin' home in a wheelchair or somethin'. I...I just worry, kay? Is that too much? [Ian] Too much? Nah, I'd be dishonest if I said I didn't like the fact that there's someone in my life who cares for me. People think that just cause my family is well off means that I'm so damn happy. I'd be nothing without you. [Amanda] Awww! :: Moment of embrace :: [Amanda] So...what's this PCW like, anyway? [Ian] Haha...well, ahem. :: Before Ian can start, Winslow has the football. They are on their own 49 yard line, and Josh LaPointe hands the ball off to a speedy Derrick Runnells who smashes his way for 13 yards. :: [Announcer] Number 31, Full-back, Derrick Runnells with a 13 yard carry to the Belfast 38 yard line. First Down and Ten Yards to go! [Ian] As I was saying, it's a very pleasant federation. One card a week, and my first match is a World Title tourney match against this "Kid Lightening" fellow. To be honest, I fuckin' hate World Title tourneys. They're useless! I wish I could draw my name out of it, but I'm gonna stick with it just to see how far I can make it. [Amanda] Baby, you can do it all. Your Ian Kaufman, your a legend in this town and in the wrestling business. My baby! [Ian] :: smiles :: Ya, this Kid Lightening crap, what the hell is that all about? I mean, he sounds like a guy that should be hosting "Blue's Clues" much less wrestle in a federation as fine as PCW. PCW needs someone to carry the reigns on his shoulders, a hero of some sort and it's no Kid Lightening, trust you-me. It's a guy like.....well like Ian Kaufman. Also known as the "Greatest Wrestler in the History of the World" I (Ian) am gonna go into the first Slam! card and dominate, unlike any other domination ever seen by the likes of the morons in the federation. No one will be able to stop me, for I go by myself, unafraid. Baby, I'm a machine, just look at me, 70-2 all-time record, I am a Crown Jewel and will be treated as such. World Title tourneys I've learned, more than anything, need a fascinating character to march on through and grab the title, and that man is me. I am that man. Kid Lightening can bring his A game, for it is only the equivalent of a "D" game compared to my A game. If I brang my A game, youd be runnin' away like the coward you are, Lightening. I mean what kind of person nicknames themselves after weather-anomalies? One word: Freak. You wanna go? You wanna fight? You wanna dance with the Greatest...EVER?! You.....feelin' me? It's on, my friend. Your in for the fight of your life. You wanted a revolution? Hell...you GOT IT. I'm ready for a war, let's do it. I'll kick his butt, I swear it Manda. [Amanda] Baby, if anyone can do it, it's you! Beat him up! ....I love you! :: At this point, Winslow is leading 6-0 and Belfast has the ball on the Winslow 45. The play starts as Martin hands the ball off to all-KVAC back, Jeff Parenteau as he rushes for a stuttering 25 yard gain. :: [Announcer] Jeff Parenteau with a 25 yard rush. First Down and Ten on the Winslow 20 yard line...Belfast calls a timeout, they have two remaining. [Ian] Stupid kids nowadays...I mean, that's all his fella really is, just a kid. Hell, the name even says so. He's not picking a fight with some little Elementary School friend of his this time, he's stepped it up to the big boys, and it's time to roll baby. He's gonna feel all the pain that I can dish out, which is a heck of alot if you ask me. I'll show him my Dr. Jeckyll / Mr. Hyde ordeal, yes that sounds wonderful. Oh I seem like a stunningly charming, beautiful, intelligent young man, and don't get me wrong, I am....but in the ring I turn into a savage monster, with no mercy for people's well-being. It's like...it's like I'm not myself, and Kid Lightening will be the first to see that, coming Slam! when I "slam" his ass to the mat and kick his teeth in. I'm gonna beat him so bad coroners will have to use dental records to identify him! That's right, baby! Ian Kaufman is back! Ahh, there's gonna be hell to pay, and Kid Lightening is gonna be the first witness to that. Wouldn't wanna' be him, nope, not at all. Cause when this 6'10", 325 pound behemoth comes-a-sprintin' and clotheslines your stupid ass to the mat, you've been Kaufmacized.....no, wait, that's cheesy. Hun, I need a catch phrase. [Amanda].... [Ian] ...uhh nevermind, I'll do it on my own. Whoa, look at that! :: As the game is coming to a closure, Winslow is winning 18-12. Belfast has the ball on the Winslow one-yard line. Belfast hikes the ball, and quickly goes for their infamous "double dive" option. As Parenteau plows up the middle and dives over the top, the two Winslow linebackers (Ben McPherson and Omar Azimi) jump as well, almost flying. Omar hits Parenteau and both are deadlocked in the middle of the air, as McPherson hits and Parenteau goes flying backward. Winslow wins! :: [Announcer] Thank you for joining us here today at Gerald Poulin Field, thank you very much and join us next week as Winslow faces Old Town right here! Once again, the final score, Winslow 18, Belfast 12. ..::.. Chapter Three ..::.. As Winslow gets a big win on Homecoming, a torrential rain begins to pour on the field. Ian pulls out a handy umbrella which blankets himself and Amanda from the rain. I guess it's a little too much for some to take, and the Belfast players go home, crying, bawling, dying on the inside. As a limo pulls up, Ian opens a door for Amanda. Ian looks at the field one last time before his departure, but then again is swiftly pulled into the limo by his lover. Across the street, in the press-box there is a small spiderweb. A fly is caught but cannot get out. He begins to panic and try and bite one of his limbs off, it is to no avail, and the larger spider begins to bite the fly , and inject his deadly poison into him. The flys attempts to escape are to no avail, and the spider devours the fly. The fly tried, and had no options. The fly didn't survive. FIN