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October 22, 2018, 09:47:51 am Moonchild says: Ultimate Online Wrestling

To anyone who is interested…


Ultimate Online Wrestling is currently looking to expand its roster this year for Season 2 of our heavily story driven E-Fed that sort of reads and feels like a comic book. We’ve been open for 14 months and have posted 12 well written shows on the SteemIt platform. We have over 1600 followers on there and we use the platform to make a little money from the hobby that we love. We are a laid back E-Fed for adults and we only do about 1 show a month. There is a 2 Role Play limit per show with no word limit on individual role plays.


We are a unique E-Fed in that I reward my role player’s with the Crypto-Currency XP Coin which can be converted into Bitcoin on online exchanges. We also write and do our shows in a way that concentrates on an actual audience that reads our work on the SteemIt community network. So our work isn’t just consumed by people involved in the E-Fed, but also fans of our work on SteemIt and Twitter.


If you’re interested joining our roster and learning how we do things at Ultimate Wrestling you can join our discord channel link below. Our roster and staff are very friendly and willing to answer any questions you might have.


Discord Channel: r/https://discord.gg/mj6Msrf


Below are some of our shows so that you can get a feel for my writing style and our story-lines.


https://steemit.com/fiction/@ultimatewrestlin/ultimate-online-wrestling-ch-4-friday-night-clash-episode-1


https://steemit.com/fiction/@ultimatewrestlin/ultimate-online-wrestling-ch-8-ultra-slam-pay-per-view-event


https://steemit.com/fiction/@ultimatewrestlin/ultimate-online-wrestling-ch-11-friday-night-clash-7
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« on: February 10, 2014, 08:05:26 am »

The scene opens in a dark, dank, small room with wooden walls, floor and ceiling. In the center of the room is an old tattered easy chair beside a small table with an old antique lamp that barely emits enough light to illuminate the bearded face of the large man who occupies the chair. His black and white plaid shirt is unbuttoned and he sets there, seemingly staring through the camera.

The world we live in is a sad, sad place. So many people running here and there trying to chase down some sort of fame, some level of prestige, some sort of legacy to leave behind so somebody who never met them will still talk about them centuries from now. Athletes sacrifice their physical well being, injecting God knows what into their bodies all so they can go into some “Hall of Fame” that one day is going to melt away and blow away as ash in the wind. The greatest minds of our generation spend all of their time locked up in a lab somewhere trying to redefine some ancient theory instead of applying that knowledge to help the people around them; all in an attempt so they can have their names in a science book that a wave of new geniuses can look at and revere a hundred years from now. Billions of people hustling and busting around this wretched planet all doing whatever it takes to leave a name for themselves. What all of them fail to realize...or fail to accept, is that fame is fleeting.

He moves towards the edge of his seat, and with a sadistic look in his eyes, his voice begins to raise as his tone becomes more intense.

Fleeting! None of this fame that you all want and crave is going to mean anything when they lower your cold dead body back into the earth where it came from!

He rises to his feet as he continues to grow more passionate about what he is talking about.

You see, it doesn't matter how many record books your name is in. It doesn't matter how much money you've managed to pile up. It doesn't matter how important this sickening society believes that you are; when your lungs expand for the last time.

He licks his lips, his eyes twitch psychotically, as he gathers his composure and sinks back into the old chair.

When your heart rate grows fainter and your pulse becomes harder and harder to find; when your vision goes dim and finally your eyes close in an everlasting sleep, none of that will mean anything. You see, every grave is the same size. Death doesn't concern itself with your legacy.

And that's why I find your story so very sad, Ryan Dee. You've grown up in the shadows of Halls of Fame and now you spend your entire life trying to ensure your place in history. Three and a half hours from the pagan worship center known as the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Roughly the same distance from a place that praises modern day gladiators in Canton, you grew up having the concept of achieving fame shoved down your throat. It's only natural that you thought you had to do something to gain some sort of long term approval. This pathetic journey that your life has taken you on isn't really your fault at all. You're simply a product of the society that you grew up in.

Ryan, how many of your little friends in Cincinnati grew up dreaming of playing football for the Bengals or the Browns and one day finding their own bust in Canton. How many of them wanted to start garage bands so they could one day give some grand speech as they were inducted into Rock and Roll immortality. For whatever reason, you chose wrestling, but your goal is still the same. Immortality.

You see Mr. Dee, I've done my homework on you. I know you've spent every year since you were 18 bouncing around from high school gyms to small town volunteer fire departments to state fairs sacrificing your body hoping...PRAYING that one day someone of some importance would see that little blip on their radar that was Ryan Dee. Every time your phone has rung for the last handful of years you've picked it up with bated breath hoping that it was Vince, or Dixie, when time after time it was just another small time promoter offering you 40 bucks and a free hot dog if you would come and sacrifice your body while he kept the gate money once again. And time after time, you agreed. All in the name of chasing some sort of fame that keeps eluding your grasp.

You have shaved years off of your life, ripped ligament away from bone, done skeletal damage that will never be rectified all in an attempt to be the person that 15 year olds in “Small Town, USA” emulate as they throw themselves off of trampolines and through cheap garbage cans. You've sacrificed the best years of your life in an attempt to obtain some sort of fame that just keeps slipping past you.

You see Ryan, I sincerely pity you. And because I pity you so much I'm going to do you a favor. Based on the fact that I feel so bad about the hell that you've endured in an attempt to “achieve your dream,” I'm going to do what somebody should have done for you years ago: I'm going to kill your dream. I'm going to take that dream of yours and I'm going to crucify it on its own tree of weeping, its own tristis arbor. I'm going to put your dreams out of their misery. Ryan, don't think of this as what I'm going to do TO you, think of it as what I am going to do for you. I'm going to free you from yourself. And remember, when you've been made free, you are free...indeed.

-Jeremiah Christianson eases back into his chair and begins to stroke his beard as he begins to laugh maniacally under his breath. The laughing grows louder as the scene fades to black.
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Hometown: The Danvers State Lunatic Asylum, Salem Massachusetts
Weight: 344 lbs
Height: 6ft. 11in.
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« Reply #1 on: February 11, 2014, 01:51:55 pm »

So in the best way I can possibly mean this... all this Rp did - was make me want more!

We've discussed the character - so I had an idea of what to expect when I read this the first time.  Now that I'm going through everyone's and giving some feedback let me just say... what you have here is a winning formula.  Granted it's your first rp in almost a decade - but it's pretty fair to say one wouldn't know that without being told.

You worked with what you have, and you came out with one of the more in depth rp's produced this week.  If I had a pistol to my brain and was made give a criticism... I guess... uhhh... I could say - if you had of poured a bit more into your scenery, and left everything else as is - you would really be a harder handler to criticize lol.
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