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The Birth of a Champion - Anders - 09-11-2016
~ Era 5 : Year 2xxx
It had been a simple start for the young man , a human of all the races he could be . Had made his debut in the Intergalactic Pro Wrestling federation , against one of the title holders . He had just been a ring boy before that day , figuring he was going to be the supplemental help to put the middleweight champion over . However an injury of the champion caused by one of his own spots forced his hand , putting the young man over for that title . Much to his disbelief , the roar of a white hot crowd over the upset victory making it all the more worth while .
In years to come he would hold that championship for an unprecedented 3 years , capturing the Tag team championships along the way , as well as the inter species Tag team championship . A face all the while due to his real life story of being an orphan brought in by the companies owner and raised by the boys in the back , stepping in front of millions of fans was quickly becoming his favorite thing to do .
After his upset loss of his middleweight championship , as well as the two prior tag runs having come long to an end . He figured he would likely go back to the lower card , or chase his once crown again . However when he was told he would stand against the undefeated I.g.p.w.f Heavyweight champion , he figured it would be even worse then a burial . The ten foot tall orc that held it was an unstoppable machine , both in and out of the ring .
However Anders was informed of what would be one of the greatest finishes anyone had ever written , he would be the young and hungry aggressor . The orc in question showing the heart and resolve not to lose , turning the best heel in the company into a face for the first time . However this hate fueled aggression , this cocky , despicable , cheat to win style he was to indulge in ...
" Holy shit I am going over .. and a double turn "
The match went exactly as planned , the crowd getting behind the Orcish champion and slowly turning on the challenger . By the time the finish rolled around , and Anders was handed the championship . The heat of the millions of fans in the crowd was nuclear , they were throwing trash , chairs , various things at the ring .
As he raised the belt high he could hear a voice in his mind , unsure what was going on . He held the golden championship high above his head , shouting out into the white void of the nexus . A place he did not even realize he had been transported to .
" YOU KNOW YOU LOVE ME !!! "
However there was only silence , a blank whiteness surrounding him . A simple fountain in the center of this void , the crowd was gone . The ring was no longer under his feet , no music to crown the new champion . No confetti or streamers or balloons , only silence met his ears. He seemed at first to not freak out too terribly , however he clutched his new prize to his shoulder . Silently looking around , that voice ringing in his mind once more . Remembering and repeating what he had heard , noting parts of his memory were foggy as well .
" Well this just got interesting now didn't it "
RE: The Birth of a Champion ( Open ) - Anders - 09-12-2016
After a while of walking around the nothingness and no one else seeming to be around , Anders noted out loud there was a series of gates in this place . By the looks of it each one lead to a different location as well , as it seemed he was here to defend his championship against all takers he took the time to study each one . He paused after that , and waited to think on just what it is he wished to do .
RE: The Birth of a Champion ( Open ) - Anders - 09-12-2016
The young man walked in the direction of a random gate , he knew this was about the journey and not the destination . That soon enough he would begin either the most amazing run as champion in the history of the I.g.p.w.f , or he would wallow in defeat and never be at the top of that mountain again . Only time would tell , and this journey was just beginning
RE: The Birth of a Champion ( Open ) - Anders - 09-13-2016
He decided after some time that the ashen steppe sounded like an interesting enough place , holding his title to his shoulder and flipping his long black hair back . Letting out a sigh that no one seemed to wish to join him , or even want an autograph .