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Roleplay Boards => Archived Roleplays => Climax Control Archives => Topic started by: Griffin Hawkins on April 05, 2019, 10:46:44 PM
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Usually when my brother comes over, we like to hang out. We play video games, gather my friends up to play some street hockey or a game of football, or watch some movies on the big screen. I on the other hand was focused on other things. While he was watching the Las Vegas Knights score goals...I was reading an MMA Magazine. Once they scored, he jumped right off the couch.
Charles Hawkins: Yeah! That's how you handle business! Did you see that shot?!
I didn't really look at the game.
Griffin Hawkins: Yeah..pretty badass.
Charles Hawkins: What's with you Griff? You've had your nose in that book since the game started, come on, live a little!
Griffin Hawkins: Sorry to break it to you bro, but I'm not much of a fan of the Knights, more of a Senators person.
Charles Hawkins: My God, you have the WORST taste in Hockey teams ever.
Why are you reading that book anyway?
Griffin Hawkins: I'm going up against Jake Raab, a mixed martial arts fighter from Germany. I was reading this article before you interrupted me by jumping up and down like a god damn maniac.
Charles Hawkins: Let me see that.
I hand him the magazine as he looks things over, his stats and quotes.
Charles Hawkins: Hmm, not bad...German badass. Looks like he can give you a run for your money.
Griffin Hawkins: Well, that's up in the air. He hasn't been looking all that good lately. But he's a MMA Fighter, he can get me with any hold.
Charles Hawkins: Well have you been training?
Griffin Hawkins: Of course I have. I train every day.
Charles Hawkins: I don't mean that kind of training you goof..the type of training MMA guys go through.
Griffin Hawkins: Erm...no?
Charles: Hoo boy...we got a lot to work with. Alright, get your ring gear on and meet me in the car in an hour..we got work to do.
I didn't understand what he wanted from me, but I figure why not. If I want to beat Raab, I have to train hard..even though I don't know how I'm going to..
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We officially arrived at the Cobra Clutch Arena where all the fighters were training. Some were in the ring while others were training and others were sparring. Not just men, but women as well.
Charles Hawkins: Here we are!
Griffin Hawkins: Wow, it's a full house today.
Charles Hawkins: Hey you gotta stay ready. Everyone wants to be the next Connor McGregor or Randy Couture.
Griffin Hawkins: So they're gonna start throwing Garbage Cans at people like Connor?..
Charles Hawkins: When they hit it big..THEN they'll start with the senseless destruction. Anyways, we need to get you in the right mindset. This Jake Raab guy is somebody who knows 50 million ways to separate your arm from the rest of your body. So this to happen. We gotta get you prepared.
Griffin Hawkins: I keep telling you I don't need this kind of training. I know three years of Jiu Jitsu.
Charles Hawkins: I don't care what religion you are, we need to get you ready! And I think I know just the guy...
I look and see a black man with a mohawk hitting the heavy sandbags. His body had tattoos all over, looking like a true UFC badass.
Charles Hawkins: Just the guy!
Griffin Hawkins: Dude..that's Bones Jackson, that guy is a killer!
Charles Hawkins: Yeah, but you could take him. Excuse me Bones, my little brother would like to spar with you.
The man looks to me.
Bones Jackson: Sure...why not?
Hoo boy this is not good. He steps into the Octagon as I follow, I'm being handed gloves as we begin....we touch gloves and circle one another. I go fro a strike, but of course he dodges and punches me right in the face as it just goes from there as I am being beaten into a corner. Charles is cringing.
Charles Hawkins: Oooooh...that's gonna leave a mark.
He pulls back as we go at it again, I go for another and then I get taken down by the legs and beaten like a Dog...this is not the type of training I had in mind. After he let up, I can still hear my brother's words of "encouragement".
Charles Hawkins: You got him on the ropes bro, keep at it!
It feels almost as if he's getting some kind of sick thrill out of me getting my ass kicked. This one sided fight went on for a while until Jackson stops...I'm nearly out of it as I try to stand.
Bones Jackson: Hey kid...you alright?
Griffin Hawkins: I'm fine...I'll get you....all three of you...
Bones Jackson: Clearly..you're in over your head. Why are you here?
Griffin Hawkins: Training...Jake Raab...
Bones Jackson: You're a wrestler aren't you?
Griffin Hawkins: Yeah...how'd you know?
Bones Jackson: You think you're the first wrestler to try and make a transition to Ultimate Fighting? Listen..you can't try and do somebody else's style. You gotta do your own. It'd be like if I woke up one morning and decided I wanted to be a marine biologist.
Griffin Hawkins: I know a guy who did that....
Bones Jackson: The point is..just stick to your own style and you can't lose. Otherwise you're gonna get your ass whooped six ways to Sunday.
Finally someone who agreed with me! This MMA stuff isn't me..I'm a wrestler and nothing more.
Griffin Hawkins: Listen..as soon as I recover from this beat down...would you like to come over the house sometime to watch some Hockey?
He smiled at me, I guess I earned his respect.
Bones Jackson: It'd be my pleasure.
Charles helps me as I stumble out of the ring.
Charles Hawkins: You okay man?..
Griffin Hawkins: ...remind me to kill you later..
He escorts me out of the arena. I may have gotten my bell rung...but in a way I learned something. Hopefully it'll carry me to victory over Raab.
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The cameras open in what looks to be the Octagon. There are cameras inside the cage, and outside the cage. I sit against the bars, dressed in street clothes consisting of blue ripped jeans and a Black Sabbath ringer tee. I look up at the camera man, eyes masked by Silver Aviator shades.
"Here I am once again ladies and gentlemen..The Jukebox Hero, Griffin Hawkins. I am in what is an unfamiliar territory....an MMA ring. Now, usually this isn't my style. I never ventured into one of these because I am more comfortable in a wrestling ring. Bashing people with chairs, piledriving them through the mat, throwing them through tables, it's how I make my living. But it looks as if my opponent is quite different. Jake Raab, a guy straight out of the Octagon who is making the transition into wrestling. He's not the first to do so..some have succeeded..while others have failed. Can Jake Raab be successful as his cousin?..."
I smile, using the chain links to pull myself up.
"Jake Raab....this is actually the first time I am facing a member of your illustrious family. I've heard the stories about your cousin, and how he was a champion here in Sin City in the past. But it seems as of late you are....falling short of living up to the previous success of Lord Raab. You've been given many...many chances at Championship gold...but you continue to fall way...way short. It seems as if you are destined to remain a contender for the rest of your time. Always a bridesmaid but never a bride...that seems to be the story of your career. Sure...you almost win it like you did in the Fatal Four Way for the World Heavyweight Title, but almost only counts in horse shoes and hand grenades. Now here we stand, you're facing a future champion with aspirations of winning Roulette Gold. But let's say you do by some miracle beat me..."
I walk across the ring with my hand in my pockets.
"You'd be given once again ANOTHER opportunity at a title, another one you'd once again squander and then as usual proceed to whine and cry like a little girl when you don't get your way. That seems to be as far as you usually get. Once again you are going to have another important task right in front of you..and we will see what you're really made of. Are you really this "New" Jake Raab that doesn't act like a spoiled child who throws a tantrum anytime he doesn't get what he wants? Are you done being looked at as a joke? Are you done making all those mistakes that you've mentioned before? Meet me in the ring and prove it. Show the world that Jake Raab is NOT a joke. But the only problem is...you're gonna have to prove it against The Rock Soldier."
Reaching into my bag, I get a bottle of water.
"You mentioned before something about Austin James Mercer whining and crying about a title loss some weeks ago...but look what has happened now Jakey Boy, Austin is the new SCW World Heavyweight Champion...while you are the one who's on the outside looking in. Austin earned the respect of me, and everyone in that locker room, something you haven't even done yet."
I take a swig of my water.
"See...people like Mercer, they respect Mercer. They don't like you..and they don't respect you. But if you want that respect back, I suggest you stop whining and crying like a little girl...go out there and face me and EARN that respect back. Maybe, just maybe you won't be used as a walking punchline in the SCW locker room. But unfortunately for you, you are headed once again to another straight loss in the record books. If you thought you hit rock bottom before when you lost that Fatal Four Way match...you're going to feel even worse when I leave you laying."
I take a look at the ring around me, knowing I'm going to be in for a war.
"Jake Raab...just a kid going up in a game that he is not ready for. You want to repeat the success your cousin has, but it seems so far...you haven't come close. Your mistakes of youth will come back to haunt you in this match. Now, I may not be the cage fighter you are, but I have been all over the world and fought every Tom Dick and Harry who thought they could try me, and I always ended up with my hand raised. Kedron Williams thought he could spook me with his oh so cryptic words last week, and I burned that witch at the stake. He was only step one on my road to the title...you my friend...will be step two."
I begin to leave the ring.
"See Raab, it doesn't matter where you've been, how many MMA fights you won...everything you've done before doesn't mean a damn thing here. I'm on my road to the Roulette Title...and it goes through you. Sure, you may be from the world of Ultimate Fighting..and you may know a whole lot of moves that'll snap my bones in half, but when the match is over, I will be the last man standing while you lie in a broken heap in the middle of the ring. So I suggest you tighten those gloves and square up...because you're gonna get rocked."
I leave the ring and exit the arena as the camera crew packs in everything.