Bloodsport

[ABMorales787]

Chapter I:
Security and History
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Alasters Log: March 5th, 2030

Twenty nine years ago a terrorist attack took place in the city of New York. Several planes crashed against the World Trade Center's Twin Towers and ravaged the city as well as the whole world. Security was questioned. Lives were lost. And the world changed. I wasn't around back then. All I know is that little by little, precautions were taken and changes were made. In 2012 a person by the name of Linda McMahon managed her way into the political world. She wasn't an ordinary woman. She had a very controversial background. She and her husband ran the World Wrestling Federation. An entertainment company that utilized a mix of acting, athletics and promotion to entertain. It was scripted. However what monkey sees monkey does. And its not always the same as what he sees. Little by little, clandestine wrestling federations grew in popularity. Security on the other hand was slipping out of control. You couldn't go a day without hearing about a massacre. Radical safety measures would be taken. Criminals would be sent to a remote, undisclosed location. However, not for incarceration but for rehabilitation. Task forces would be assembled and literally march down streets to sweep up any and all potential offenders. To the worlds surprise, such extreme actions worked. Life has never been safer. However what has happened to all of the people that have been taken away?

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The scene opens in the downtown area of Orlando, Florida. A young boy is seen sitting on the street just outside the Impact! Sports bar as he drinks some soda. The doors are open and the TVs can be seen. TNA's 2030 edition of Genesis is airing.

Boy: Damn, TNA Wrestling. Its been ages since I've seen that. (Walks into bar) Say, who's wrestling?

Sober Customer: Dominik vs Suicide III for the Global title.

Boy: Dominik? He's still wrestling? Well for an old guy he still has it.

Sober Customer: You should've seen his dad. He wasn't even 6 feet or over 200 pounds and he would beat just about anybody. Well, except for that Indian fellow that was 7 feet tall.

Boy: Really? Say, isn't a "Global" Championship the same as a "World" Championship? Why is one a mid-card belt and the other a main event?

Sober Customer: I don't know. Booking never really made much sense when the title was made. Did you know that belt was first named as the "TNA Legends Championship"? Made no sense, I know.

Boy: I can see. Say, sir? How do you know all of this?

Sober Customer: Ah, I was around back then. I may not look like it, but I'm actually 51 years old you know. Nice complexion for an old man, huh? Say in all the excitement I never introduced myself. I'm Allen.

Boy: Oh, I forgot too. My name is Alaster. Alaster Kaine.

Allen: Nice to meet you, Alaster. Boy that's a pretty cool name. It would sound great being announced for a wrestling match. Do you wrestle?

Alaster: I've trained in martial arts a bit, but not much in wrestling. How about you?

Allen: Well, you could say I've been around the block. But...

The conversation is interrupted by a police taskforce that storm into the locate. Guns and shields at hand.

Officer: Allen Jones! You are here by under arrest!

Allen: WHAT!!?? Under what charges!?

Officer: Conspiracy of terrorism!

Alaster: WHAT!? What's going on here!! Allen Jones!? That means you're...!

Officer: Silence! Are you an accomplice!?

Alaster: NO! I just met the guy! But I hardly doubt...

Alaster's plight is interrupted by a slightly obese individual with a glass of beer in hand. He stutters around the bar making his way towards the supposed crime scene.

Drunk Customer: I saw th... them! They were talking!

Officer: About what!? Answer!

Allen: JOE!!!

Alaster: No. Fucking. Way! Joe?!

Officer: Answer!!

Joe: Stuff. You know? "Hey, how you doing?" "Good. How 'bout you? Hey I got the stuff you asked for, but watch it, it s killer". *hiccup*

Allen and Alaster: WHAT!!!

Officer: Looks like you guys just won yourselves all expense paid tickets to hell. You're coming with us, hands behind your head. And you sir, don't you dare go driving. We will find you.

Joe: That's OK. I don't have a car. I sold it for Twinkies.

Allen and Alaster are both cuffed and taken away. The screen fades with the officers sitting them in the back of a police van.

Alasters Log: March 5th, 2030

I guess piece can be shattered a lot faster than it can be repaired...
Looks like I'm about to learn where "bad people" go. I really hope I can sort this out.

Log end.

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NEXT TIME: CRIMINAL CARNAGE

 

[ABMorales787]

Chapter II:
Criminal Carnage

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The scene opens with a battered and exhausted Alaster Kaine rolling away from someones attack. It can be seen that he's a ring. He looks around and a shot of an open sky arena is shown. Packed to the top in people. Suddenly he hears a yell and is clotheslined to the mat with brute force. The attacker is a slim, average-sized man in ring tights. A notable feature are his eyes that are totally white with no pupils.The man tosses Alaster with huge force to the outside of the ring as the crowd cheers for the show of strength.

???: Give it up, munchkin. You're just food for me. Stop the struggling and it will end quick.

Alaster: Dammit! I don't even know why I'm here! You expect me to get my ass kicked quietly?

The man then charges full force from the ropes and delivers a massive Suicide Dive to Alaster. Knocking him down in the process. Alaster looks blindly at his surroundings and little by little faints.

Alaster's Log: March 24, 2030

I pleaded innocent, but they didn't believe me. They just kept antagonizing me about how Allen was planning a terrorist attack. But find it very odd that they never explained what these accusations were based on. As if they had no proof. After days on end of interrogating, they just decided to declare me condemned and shipped me to an undisclosed location for "service". I'm not sure what they meant by that. I do know that for a prison island, this place is teeming with civilians. They aren't too nice. After a few days, they tell me they will be putting me through a test. So they grabbed me and took me to some stadium, put pads on me and pushed me through a curatin and next thing I know, I'm in a freaking match with a guy who seems to have a mix of 'Roid Rage and Schizophrenia. Oh shit.

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*Earlier in the day*​

The scene opens with Alaster sitting on the toilet in his jail cell as a few officers approach and open the cell.

Officer #1: Get up. Seems you've been picked for a test.

Alaster: A test? You mean like a "pee on a cup" test?

Officer #2: You wish. We can't tell you what it is, but we gotta escort you. Put this on.

The officer pulls off a burlap bag to cover Alaster.

Officer #1: This test will be a lot easier if you just go with it. Fast.

The officers help Alaster up and place the bag over his head as they walk out.

Alaster: What's the test for?

Officer #2: To see what can be done with you.

Officer #1: Another word out of you and I'll report you.

Officer #2: Why? To kiss some ass? To get promoted to Cell Section B Mod? Ha! Good luck.

Officer #1: Its always good to dream, cunt.

The scene then skips to Alaster standing in front of a curtain with the police officer. The bag is still over his head but he is being uncuffed. A noise can be heard. It sounds like a crowd. They chant "We Want Blood" repeatedly. Then a person can be heard over loud speakers.

Announcer: Ladies And Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, the reigning Television Champion of the World, The Blitzkrieg!!

Alaster: Never heard of the guy. Who's he facing?

Officer #1: YOU!

Alaster is then pushed out through the curtain. he finds himself on the entranceway of a wrestling arena. The wrestler called Blitzkrieg is the spotted coming full speed up the ramp and delivers a hard Shoulder Thrust to Alaster.

I heard so many rumors at home about how convicts were sent to a secluded Army Reserve for training. Or how they were simply executed, never to be heard from again. Some of my friends even had the wacky theory of saying they were taken to labs for experimenting. I believed the first one. But now I believe them all.

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Alaster is seen waking up from the Suicide Dive he received earlier. He stirs to get up and confronts Blitzkrieg.

Alaster: I don't know if you're aware, but I'm not exactly aware of whats going on. i just got tossed in here being told this is a test. Why are you attacking me?

Blitzkrieg: Because I'm the instructor. That weak body will get you nowhere. You fail.

Blitzkrieg tries a Big Boot but Alaster rolls away from it. the crowd eats it up but it only aggravates the champion. He charges to Alaster but Alaster connects with a Spinning Heel Kick. Blitzkrieg gets up furious and tries again, Alaster receives him with a Dropkick. Again Blitzkrieg gets up and charges but as Alaster attacks with another Hell Kick, Blitzkrieg stops and punches Alaster in the face. He grabs Alaster by the throat and lifts him up.

Blitzkrieg: Kid, you'd better follow every direction you are given after this, because its the only way you'll able to live.

Blitzkrieg then Chokeslams Alaster full force while still being outside the ring. The crowd falls silenced for a bit before suddenly roaring in amazement. Then Blitzkrieg drags Alaster's lifeless body to the ring and pins him for the 3 count.

Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner, the Television Champion of The World, Blitzkrieg!!

The crowds cheers loudly as the view zooms to the sky box. Where shadowy figures can be seen.

Figure 1: He seems to have some charisma. Keeping him around could be useful.

Figure 2: Agreed. Should we try other tests on him?

Figure 3: Well, he'll need conditioning and a good workout if he wants to last more that 5 minutes. That's for sure.

In the ring medical staff comes to take Alaster away on a stretcher and a gurney as the scene fades to black.

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After a day in the hospital bed, at least I think that's what this place is. I'm actually in one piece. But just what exactly was yesterday all about? I get incarcerated and condemned for zero reason, then I'm tossed to a lions den to fight a dragon. Whats going on here? Where's Allen? And how is everything that I've been doing for the past month suddenly so revolved around wrestling? I was never that into it in the first place.

Log End.

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