Post by Nova Corps on Feb 4, 2023 2:32:10 GMT
02. Blood Thicker Than Water.
[SHOCKCOLLAR CHRONICLES]
[The scene begins in a small, bright lit training room. Weight benches, Boxing bags and resting benches filled the room and in the middle of it all stood a worn-out squared circle. It was old with faded painted corners and a few stretches covering a few spots on the mat. Besides that, a few of the turnbuckle covers were missing but other than that? It wasn't the best-looking training ring within miles. The camera scans the room once more before it lands on PRINCE NOVACAINE...OTTO NOVA, practicing his running moonsaults on a fake wrestling dummy on the mat. With a quick flip, NOVA lays on the dummy with a perfect moonsault. Clapping echoed throughout the room by his trainer, Michael Bishop.]
MICHAEL BISHOP
"Good! Now, again kid."
[Again, the teen got up from the mat, stalked towards the corner before darting back to the center, flipping himself to lap on the dummy that laid there. Looking for approval, OTTO looked up towards the Older man. A small smile appeared on his lips as he simply nodded his head.]
MICHAEL BISHOP
"Good. You didn't fold in your arm underneath your body, good. We don't need you to break anything before your upcoming debut match on Adrenaline, do we?"
[OTTO moved to a seating position, shaking his head ‘no’.]
OTTO NOVA
"No, Bishop."
[Slowly, with a sigh, OTTO stays up from the mat. The smile from Bishop's lips disappeared as He looked up at him. Going against someone who has walked the same line as his mother was going to be a challenge for the young Nova...and as his debut no less? Quickly, without any warning at all, MICHAEL BISHOP took a hard shot at the face of OTTO NOVA.]
C R A C K.
[The young man stumbled back against the nearby ropes, holding his nose as he tried to keep himself up right. Still in shock, OTTO NOVA moves his hand away from his nose, checking for blood, seeing a small bit of drops on his palm. His eyes are the size of dinner places as he finally looks up at MICHAEL BISHOP. He merely stands there, an unreadable expression resting on her face.]
OTTO NOVA
"Wha...what was that for, Bishop!? I thought you said I was haciendo fantástico? What gives??"
[Before MICHAEL BISHOP could comment, soft steps on the hard concrete flooring echoed around the room. They both looked over to see The Shockcollar of Hardcore Wrestling, TARAH NOVA, approaching the training ring of CATCH Pro Wrestling Academy. She's still bandaged up from her Training practices with some of the Slaughterhouse inmates as she slides into the ring to join the two.]
OTTO NOVA
"¿Madre? Aren't you supposed to be in meetings all day..."
TARAH NOVA
"Finished them but honestly, you should be two steps ahead of whoever you are standing across the ring with. Training or real-life match. You're lucky Mike is holding back his punches, or your nose would be shattered."
[Swiftly, Mother NOVA walks closer to the taller man, patting his shoulder with a gentle smile on her lips, looking her son in the eyes from afar.]
TARAH NOVA
"But he is right, you know."
OTTO NOVA
"About what?"
[His mother sighs loudly, causing MICHAEL BISHOP to laugh to himself.]
TARAH NOVA
"You are facing off against two high leveled wrestlers. Even with me as a partner, I can't hold your hand during this match up.
[Both TARAH and BISHOP nod their heads, OTTO looks on at the two vets before him. Slowly, he stands full onto his own two feet; wiping the blood from his nose.]
OTTO NOVA
"Right..Let's take it from the top, si?"
[The two older wrestlers shared a look with each other before TARAH simply motioned her hand towards her teen son.]
TARAH NOVA
"Vamos, Mike."
MICHAEL BISHOP
"Oh. With pleasure, T."
TARAH NOVA
“You came right out of the cage for me and my son's necks, Price and honestly? I couldn't help but laugh a small bit at it. So many men have stood in your place, claiming they know what to expect when they step in the ring with me. They did their research too and guess what happened? They fail. They came in with an idea in their head and ran with it. Perhaps, it will be different with you though— because you were right about one thing. We are cut from a different cloth. We walked the same road and been through the same hell and maybe after the show we could grab some drinks... ya know, after I kick yours and Nate's ass come this show."
[TARAH chuckles to herself for a moment.]
TARAH NOVA
"You two both speak so high and mighty about the old generation needs to show the young that they can still get it done. Still pull the moves from the top ropes, fight the good, bloody fight and take the gold. You talk like you two are the only oldies in this fight— but you definitely are not. See, twenty long years I have fought for my footing in the wrestling ring. Thought of the bloodshed, the broken bones, the concussion and ripped muscles. I have had it all and move while fighting with a smile on my face and blood on my teeth. My son might be just getting his feet wet and a bit green but he knows how to fight. He has been watching me work for years now. Sure, he might now be walking the Hardcore and Deathmatch lifestyle but he knows what he's doing inside the square circle and the only way he will be going is up, boys."
[The locker room door opens, OTTO NOVA walking out of it. A smile appeared on his lips as he went to stand by his mother.]
OTTO NOVA
"All due respect, señores but she is right. Mi Madre is the SHOCKCOLLAR OF HARDCORE WRESTLING. She put Hardcore Wrestling on the match for women all over the world. She did all of that with me on her hip. And now that I can fight and wrestle, I'm going to make her proud by fighting with everything I have in my heart and soul. People like you two mock and poke at us for being a mother and Son wrestling team. pero nadie entiende que somos el equipo más fuerte por ese factor. We are the one team that will be going all the way. To speak of CHAOS and how it is eternal but so is familia. Blood thicker than water and even if our blood spills on the match under us, it shall be us at the end of the line, standing tall among everyone else."
TARAH NOVA
"They are right though, mi Hijo; Empire's rise and fall everyday but the difference between THE NOVA EMPIRE against all others is the fact that our Empire has been standing for many years and will continue to grow as the time goes on. Our Bloodline is strong. Our fighting style, even stronger. Our bond? Now that is eternal."
[They both smiles at the camera before Tarah's smile faded into a grin]
TARAH NOVA
"Honestly, I hope you two bring the Violence and the pain to this tag team match so I can be in my element once again. Unlike mi Hijo, who feels at home on the top rope; my home is in the middle of that ring— blood on my hands. You two believe that breaking spines and crack skulls will be enough but trust me, it's not. Not even close and come February 5th in Glasgow, Scotland, The NOVA Empire will rise above the Chaos and show you how wicked we can truly be."
OTTO NOVA
"New Fights. New beginnings. New challenges. It is all the things that stand in our way. This is all new for us as a family and once we prove to you both that not only THE NOVA EMPIRE has what it takes to advance to the finals of the Tag Team Tournament but that I have mi Madre's Fighting Spirit to keep up with her in the ring. La lucha libre está en mi sangre y si tengo que ser destrozado para mostrarles eso, PRICE— Then so be it. We will rise."
[Otto rests his arm on his mother's shoulder]
TARAH NOVA
"We will, mi Hijo. And deep down, no matter how much they fight; Chaos Theory will bow to the brutality of THE NOVA EMPIRE. Till then, Nate, Price— we will see you both very soon."
[With that Both Novas looks at the camera proudly before they turn to take their leave. As they head towards the front door of the gym, the camera sees Otto turning to his mother, poking fun at her hitting on Price. The older Nova turns back, smacking at him. The camera fades to black.]