(OOC: Wanted to give a content warning for something that happens in this RP.)


Eobard Stone had always been the odd man out. His love of games and other nerdy things played a big factor in that. While the rest of his classmates enjoyed going outside for recess, Stone prayed everyday that it would get rained out and they'd be forced to stay inside instead. That's when his teacher would whip out the board games. There was no better feeling than sinking an opponent's Battleship, or sending their piece back home while snooting "Sorryyyyy."

As Eobard got older, his taste in games became more advanced. Candyland was replaced with Risk, and Connect Four turned into Twilight Imperium. The harder the game, the more Stone enjoyed it. It was one thing to roll a Yahtzee, but finishing off someone's army after devoting 10 hours of your life to a single campaign was nothing short of heaven. Shaking your opponent's hand while spouting "Good game" despite the fact it was, in fact, NOT a good game was pure bliss.

Eobard's infatuation didn't stop at board games, either. He also indulged in card AND video games, the latter taking up more of his teenage years than girls ever did. While that may sound sad to some, it didn't matter to Stone one bit. Winning was his sexual release. He knew if the right girl was out there, he'd end up getting paired against her in a Magic tournament and wind up on the losing end of a "Good Game" handshake. But, until that happened, Eobard was content with playing Call of Duty into the late hours of the night, to the point where he'd fall asleep with his controller in hand.

Once high school hit, Stone was willing to venture into a new area of gaming: sports. Despite spending most of his free time on his ass, Eobard was in relatively good shape. A combination of good dieting and hitting the puberty jackpot helped. The decision of what sport to try out for was an easy one. He wasn't black enough for basketball, or gay enough for soccer; and the idea of doing nothing for 9 innings had him wondering what the point of baseball was? With little options to choose from, Eobard Stone was stuck with football.

To the surprise of his teammates, Stone was actually quite good. He was never gonna get a scholarship, but that didn't mean you couldn't trust him with the ball when the game was on the line. Much like his comic book counterpart, Eobard had lightning speed for someone his size, making him the perfect fit for Coach MacGyver's two-back system. For the entirety of his junior year, Eobard split reps with his bulky counterpart, Josh Jensen.

The team went 6-3, just barely squeaking their way into the playoffs. That's when they hit their stride. Not only did Eobard's Jefferson Jets beat the Washington Rebels in the first round, they also disposed of the Kennedy Knights in the second. Though Stone didn't score any points in either game, he DID amass enough yards in each to get his team within scoring position just about every drive. He may not have been the heart of the offense, but that didn't stop him from being just as important as the lungs.

Everything was going better than anyone could've imagined heading into their Semi-final matchup against the former State Champion Luther Kings. They were bigger than them, badder than them, and had an entire roster full of future collegiate, and professional, athletes. On paper, the Jets didn't stand a chance but, luckily for them, Coach MacGyver had a plan. Run the ball down their throats, chew up clock, and hope you're still in it when the 4th Quarter comes around. It must've been a pretty solid gameplan 'cause, by the time the 3rd ended, not only were they IN it, they were winning.

With less than 5 minutes left, up by four, the Jets had the ball on their opponent's 33 yard line and were looking to put the game away. Their Defense had been playing lights out football all game, and Coach knew if they could punch it in for another Touchdown, it'd all but seal the deal.

That's when he trotted Eobard out.

It hadn't been Stone's best game, but it didn't need to be.................... not up to THAT point, at least. In fact, if he could keep up his 3.9 yard per carry average, the Jets would have no problem getting a few more first downs, running out the clock, and claiming their spot in the State Championship.

On 1st and 10, Quarterback James Huff threw a screen to his star receiver, only for him to get tackled behind the line for a short loss. This prompted the Kings to call a timeout, allowing for the team to regroup from the negative player.

"We're gonna go with a Dive to Stone," Coach MacGyver instructed his exhausted players as they struggled to catch their breath. "Whatever you do, STAY IN BOUNDS." He looked Eobard dead in the eyes.

Josh Jensen, who'd been having a decent game so far, didn't like the call. "Coach, give ME the ball!" he pleaded, some of the other players agreeing with him. "I've been running them over ALL NIGHT! Let me finish them off!!!!"

Coach put his hand on Jensen's shoulder pad and shook his head. "While I appreciate the enthusiasm, this is my call. If Stone can break one big, this game will be all but over."

Josh let out a sigh, which Coach MacGyver ignored. The ref's called for the end of the time out, sending both teams back on the field. Eobard lined up behind his Fullback, ready to follow him wherever the hold would take them.

James Huff got in position behind his Center and began calling out a bunch of fake audibles in an attempt to throw the Defense off. "Blue 42................ Blue 42!!!!" he hollered, looking over to his star receiver and pointing towards the end zone. "Hot route! Hot route!" The receiver nodded, acting as though he was about to take off downfield. "Set, HIKE!!!!!"

Upon snapping the ball, the Quarterback turned around and handed the ball to Stone. He ran towards the line, but there wasn't a single opening, forcing him to bounce outside. This was the right move, as the linebackers had filled the box and were unable to readjust as quickly as Eobard had. He ran past the 1st Down market and headed towards the end zone, with only their All American corner to beat. Unfortunately for Stone, the star athlete was a step quicker than HE was, allowing him to catch up before Eobard could make it to the end zone. To make matters worse, as the Defender went to bring Stone down, he reached up and ripped the ball out of his hands, sending it flying in the air. Eobard tried to grab for it, but his opponent wrapped both his arms around Stone's and dragged him to the ground, as one of his teammates scooped the ball up and ran in the opposite direction. Thankfully, Huff was there to bring him down before he could gain too much ground, but the damage had already been done. Eobard fumbled the ball, and very likely the game, away.

As he went over to the sidelines, Stone chucked his helmet into a Gatorade cooler, sending red liquid flying everywhere. He sat on the bench with his head in his hands, unable to comprehend the mistake he'd just made. His teammates turned their backs to him, the fans booed, and, worst of all, his own coach didn't even support him.

"Guess we SHOULD'VE given Jensen the ball.............." he overheard Coach MacGyver mutter to his offensive coordinator, who casually nodded his head in agreement.

There was nothing but cheers from the other sideline the next two minutes. Every snap for Luther was better than the last. Six yard run, a pair of ten and fifteen yard passes, followed by another fifteen on the ground and the Kings were in perfect scoring position.

And that's when a miracle happened.

As Luther High's Tom Merrigold dropped back to pass, his own lineman was shoved so far back into him by the penetrating Defense, that their feet became entangled. This led to Merrigold falling backwards and losing control of the football on his way down. Before he could retrieve his own fumble, though, one of the Jets' Defensive Ends was able to slip past his blocker and dive on top of the football, sending the Jefferson crowd into a frenzy!

Eobard didn't know what happened when his sideline began jumping for joy, but it didn't take him long to figure it out. He joined them in celebration as the Quarterback took a pair of knees, running out the clock, and punching their ticket to state.

Though the mood in the lockeroom was a positive one, Eobard couldn't help but feel like something was off. He'd never been the most popular guy on the team. Nobody ever invited him to parties, or asked to hang out after school; but THIS was different. Despite getting the win, it didn't seem like all was forgotten(let alone forgiven) when it came to his lone fumble of the season.

Nevertheless, Eobard showered and headed back to his locker, where he was approached by his Quarterback.

"You about cost us the game out there, Stone!" he barked at the naked Running Back.

"Yeah, well, I didn't!" Eobard snapped back, walking past Huff, making sure their shoulders bump on the way by. "Unlike YOU..........."

James stepped forward and grabbed Eobard by the shoulder, turning him around. "Excuse me?!? You wanna repeat that for me one more time?"

Stone looked his Quarterback in the eyes, no sign of backing down. "I said,"Eobard began, a cocky smirk forming at the side of his mouth. "Unlike. You."

Eobard may have been pushing his teammates' buttons, but he wasn't the one who started it. Nobody questioned Huff when HE threw an interception at the end of the regular season, costing them home field advantage for the playoffs. Nope, all they did was pat him on the back and tell him they'd get 'em "next time." And that was his THIRTEENTH pick, not his first like this fumble was for Eobard.

This fact was lost on James, though, who started letting his emotions get the better of him. "That's what I THOUGHT you said.................." he responded, punching Eobard in the stomach afterwards.

Stone was caught off guard, but quickly recovered enough to swing back at his teammate...................... only for someone to catch his fist!

"I don't think so!" the burley D-Lineman who recovered Luther's fumble at the end of the game spouted, restraining Eobard's arm.

Before Eobard could take a swing at him with his free hand, another member of the Defense came in and grabbed hold of THAT one, as well. This allowed Huff to take a few more free shots to Stone's gut, without struggle at all. Eobard tried to call out for help, but the linemen each used a hand to cover his mouth while keeping control of his arms with their other one.

"What's going on in here?!??!" a familiar voice called out.

James Huff turned around to see none other than his other Running Back, Josh Jensen, standing behind him in a towel.

"We were just teaching him what happens when you let the team down!"

"Oh really?" Josh replied, looking at Stone with what he interpretted as sympathy. "Well, you're doing it wrong..........."

Jensen's demeanor changed in an instant, as he dropped his towel and approached his bruised counterpart. Josh motioned for his linemen to turn Stone around, causing them to hesitate. "Do you WANT to punish him, or not?!?" They looked from Jensen to Huff, who slowly nodded his head, prompting them to do as Josh asked. Stone tried to scream, but their hands were bolted down over his mouth preventing him from making a sound. The next thing he knew, his rectum was being penetrated by the man who insisted it should've been HIM instead, something he reminded Eobard of with every thrust.

The whole ordeal lasted about a minute or so, but that minute felt like a lifetime to Stone. He felt the cold knife of betrayal being stabbed in his back, as he pondered how a supposed "family" could do this to one of their own?

And that's when it hit Eobard: he was never REALLY one of their own. Sure, he may have had the uniform, and the lettermen jacket, but he was still just the nerd who preferred indoor recess over the outside. They didn't feel the same way HE did playing games. High school football was nothing more than a game of Madden to Stone. He wasn't gonna earn a scholarship, or get Drafted by the NFL(or whatever league Champ Sportsman is in). It was just a game. Win or lose, life would go on. Sure, it'd be nice to win, but Eobard's livelihood didn't depend on it.

The same couldn't be said about the piece of shit who raped him.


"Tag Team Turmoil...................

Unfortunately, I know more about it than I'd like to admit. My whole life has been filled with turmoil and it's turned me into an angry, bitter man. Some people would call me a villain, but I'd argue I'm nothing more than a product of what people like THEM made me! Everybody blames the shooter, but no-one ever questions what drove him to pull the trigger. You never hear them asking the bullies what they did to turn a perfectly normal kid into a bloodthirsty killer; let alone what they could've done differently to PREVENT it! I didn't ASK to become this, but now you've GOT it!!!!!"

"Do you know what I see when I look at the XWF as a whole? A bunch of bullies who'll do ANYTHING they can to get themselves ahead, no matter what the cost. This business is full of scumbags who've turned their backs on friends, family, and teammates just for a SHOT at the big time. But do they ever ACTUALLY make it?! NO!!!! Most of 'em end up flopping and having to serve fries at the local McDonalds just to keep up on their child support payments! And the ones who DO make it end up living a lonely life, wondering if the fame they stole at the cost of those they loved was REALLY worth it. Spoiler alert: it never is."

"Look at Demos, for example. Charlie Nickles gave up his wife, his children, and even his sanity in order to be successful, yet the only thing he's gotten out of it was a TV Title run and an ass kickin' from Sarah Lacklan. He traded his family for THAT! And he's regretted it SO MUCH, he had to make up a fake identity in order to hide from his shame. Well, let me tell you first hand: a mask won't erase the pain, Charlie. It only covers it up like a band aid over a festering wound. And while it may prevent other people from seeing it, that doesn't mean it's not there. The bandage doesn't heal the wound, times does; and for guys like Charlie, there isn't enough time in the world to fix HIS wounds. The scars will stay with him for the rest of his life. Just like me."

"I'd say 'at least Charlie has someone like RL watching his back,' but considering Edgar can barely watch his OWN back, I don't know if that's saying much. How'd it feel having your legs kicked out from under you like that? Pretty shitty, huh? Probably felt like the cheerleader who got knocked up by the Quarterback, only for him to abandon her once the baby arrives. Well, imagine how much worse it's going to be when the Nefarious One's allies, his ACTUAL friends, shove your face even further into the dirt. Let that be a lesson to you, Edgar: never trust the mountain when there's an avalanche comin'! We're gonna cover the XWF in a six foot blanket of snow, and there's nothing ANYONE can do about it."

"Including the T.H.U.G.S.................hell, ESPECIALLY the T.H.U.G.S. These are the guys who lost to Big D in a 'Triple Threat Match,' is it not? The ones who damn near let an inanimate object ruin their friendship??? How on earth is a team that couldn't beat ONE MAN in what was essentially a Handicap Match gonna defeat TEN OF THEM in a single night?!!?! The answer is they can't. It's too bad the Tag Titles aren't 24/7, 'cause then they could take a page out of Reggie's book and slip under the radar to a Title reign............. until they actually have to defend 'em in a match, of course! Then they crumble worse than Shaq at the free throw line. I don't even understand the 'T.H.U.G.' name. THEY may think of themselves as Tupac & Biggie, but all I see is Erkel & Carlton! Which is quite the coincidence, as we all know the only thing Tommy and John are good for is a laugh. They'll fit right in with the other joke in this match....................THE DREAM-A-MANIACS!"

"I'm not sure what a Dream-a-Maniac IS, but I'm assuming it's as made up as the T.H.U.G.S. being, well, thugs! We have Terry Borden, who lost to a woman half his size and Clint................FAT-wood. Need I say more? Seriously, Clint's name speaks for itself. It screams 'I drive a gigantic gas guzzler because I'm insecure about the size of my penis.' We thought Big D was bad, but at least he TRIED to be subtle about it, Fatwood just shoves it right in your face and hopes you don't notice. And don't get me started on his partner. As a gamer, I've seen plenty of ripoffs: Roblox, Havic: the Bothering, Call of Duty.................. but Terry Borden is EASILY the worst offender of them all. Seriously, why in God's name would you copy MEFISTO of all people?! You could've picked Robert Main, or even Chris Page(who wouldn't want an excuse to smoke weed all day?), but instead you chose someone who was barely even a Champion. For real, ripping off an Internet Title holder is like scamming an old lady out of her welfare money, sure it's easy to do, but that doesn't mean you SHOULD. Not like it's gotten you far, anyway. What's your biggest accomplishment, beating Oswald?!? Big whoop! There's a reason that guy's the honorary #51, and it's not because he's better than the hundreds of others 'below' him. You basically beat up the handicapped kid who was given a medal for trying his best. That's it. I'VE done more outside the ring being associated with the Hart Champion than YOU have inside it!....................until Warfare, that is."

"Which brings me to the last team I wanted to talk about, The Disintigrators..............."

Eobard stops for a second and scratches his head in confusion.

"Wait, that ain't right."

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his notes, where he proceeds to check them up and down before slapping his forehead.

"I mean the Dissentients, not the Disintigrators. I'm sure you can understand the confusion, similar names and all. I have nothing to say about the team that's stuck so far in the 80's, they nearly forgot to show up for their last match. Who's to say they will for THIS one? You don't see Dave Mustang or Johnny Steele in either the Top 50 OR Title History, and that tells me all I need to know about THEM. They've been around longer than I've been on this earth and, come Warfare, I'm gonna do more than they've EVER done in a single night."

"But, anyway, onto a team that has a LITTLE bit more relevance than their knockoff namesake, and I do mean a little. The only thing keeping Lycana and Marf afloat is the TV Title................. NOT the Left Hand. As a matter of fact, the two of them are SO embarrassed by their association with the group, they had to come up with a different team name just to distance themselves from Laugh-at-me. Smart move, I'll give 'em THAT. Marf's certainly stood out among the pack, but it's not that hard when everyone else is shit. Or refuses to fight. Truth is, Marf's the ceiling of the Left Hand. The TV Title's the biggest thing the group will ever be associated with. Lycana knows this, it's why she latched onto Marf. She understands if she wants to have any sort of success around here, she's gonna need someone to carry her to it. That's the difference between Avalanche and the Left Hand................ we don't NEED each other, it's just nice to have."

"Did Ned need us to win Leap of Faith, or capture his first XWF Championship? NO. Did Steven Cooper need help claiming NEPW's top prize back in the day? NO!!!! This is exactly WHY Avalanche will bury the competition. There isn't a weak link in our chain. Ned's the brains, I'm the brawn, and Mr. Cooper's the experience. We're merely a few deoxyribonucleic acids away from being blood. There isn't another team out there who has what we have. Not the Disintigrators, not Edgar & Demos, and certainly not the Dream-a-Maniacs. I hope we get to go out there first, because nothing beats getting to be player one................... besides winning, of course; and, come Warfare, it's gonna be GAME OVER for anyone who steps in our path..............."