Match Two - Triple Threat

[Alayna Diamond]

Triple Threat

'The Smoking Gun' Logan Dean vs. 'The Love Doctor' Travis McLovin vs. Chad Chico

1 RP each Max / RP Word limit: 850 Max

RP Deadline = Feb. 2, 2018 @11:45pm EST.
Segment Deadline = Feb. 1, 2018 @11:59pm EST.

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A NEW BEGINNING

17 months ago...

The bold colors of early autumn danced along the swaying tree branches 'The Smoking Gun' sat under, his skin warmed by the delicate kiss of sunlight and his ears filled with the combination of speeding traffic nearby, playing children, and the ballad of tweeting birds.  All of which, things he'd taken for granted prior to his incarceration.  Ten years of his life, wasted away in a cell, pacing the floors like a caged animal; dreaming of the day he would be set free.  He had at long last settled his debt with society, he was a free man, and though society wasn't bound to let him forget it, he was a convicted felon which only made life more difficult.  Second chances, especially in that aspect, were hard to come by.

But then he received the strangest phone call in his final week of prison, a mysterious voice informed him of a possible opportunity to live out his dreams of becoming a Professional Wrestler; although it wouldn't be in the dream company he intended it to be at, it would be a step in the right direction.  Left without any other choice, Logan accepted; agreeing to meet with the man on this day -- at this location.  When the man would finally show up, approaching the bench Logan occupied, he would extend an open palm in his direction.

Logan Dean, I presume?

Returning the gesture, The one and only.  It's nice to finally match a face with the voice.

Edward Fine.

Good to know you.  I was beginning to think this was some sort of joke or something.

Not at all.  There's one thing that I do not joke about Mr. Dean, and that's money.

Glad to hear we're on the same page.  Well, first things first, how'd you find me?

Like many red-blooded wrestling fans, I followed your work in the indies; you were very impressive.  Futon critics acclaimed you to be the second coming of the sport, but then you just vanished into thin air.  I dig some digging, found out that you were in a correctional facility for illegal possession of a firearm while on probation.  Fortunately for you I was able to work with my connections and get you ten years instead of the twenty the judge wanted to give you.  But now, I have a question for you: up until then you'd managed to keep your nose clean; disregarding those wacky teenage years of course; why, when your career was on the brink of exploding, did you just throw it all away?

Let's just say...I wasn't in my right mind that night.

A brow of suspicion shoots up, but the past wasn't nearly as important as the present -- or better yet, the future. I see.  Well, I'm taking a big gamble on you now.  I've got time and money invested in you and I refuse to go any further unless you tell me right now that you are done with that part of your life.

Ten years. Three thousand six hundred and fifty days. The irony in doing 'time' is it leaves you with nothing but time. Time to reflect on life and the fucked up decisions you've made -- one in particular, I'm still paying for today. When I'm flipping through channels and come across a broadcast or I'm riding in the car and a radio ad for a local promotion hits the airwaves, I'll always wonder where I'd be now if it weren't for that night? The places I would have been. The things I would have seen...truth be told, that will always haunt me because I can never get back what I lost. But if you're telling me that you can, at the very least, get me back into the business then I'll do whatever you ask.

Excellent.  That's just what I wanted to hear!  I'll be making some calls -- reaching out to a few promotions to stir up some interest, I'm going to need you in the gym working on your technique a-sap. Got it?

You're the boss.

Glad to hear it!  I'll have my assistant send over some forms to you, just legal agreements and contracts...things of that nature, and I'll be in touch with you.  This is going to be huge, I can feel it.  It's a new beginning for us both.

End.