Match One: Austin Starr vs Ken Walker

[Vince McMahon]

Match One: Austin Starr vs Ken Walker

(Last Man Standing)


The end is near. This is it for Austin Starr and Ken Walker. Two icons looking to end their career's at Wrestlemania 3. This isn't the first but may be the last time they face each other. Austin Starr and Ken Walker shall go down in Thy's history but which one will fall down in this match? We shall find out.


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RP Here

[Christian Knight]

Ever wish how if one part of your life could change, how different you world would be today? If one small incident was capable of being altered; if that one time or that one single mistake was change. Would that single incident be the difference between success and failure? And what if you found a way to go back, to turn back those hands of time and change that incident? Would you, could you change one small faction of your life?

One…. One man, one goal…. One mission


It was not the going back in time that was the problem; the memories Ken had were faded, not as sharp as he thought they would be. He looked at the old worn street, it looked different somehow, was that house that him and Lilly Shared painted that garish green color, and where did that chain link fence come from around the school. He could not remember those small details; it had been so long ago; all these long years had past.

One Heart, One Soul.... one solution


If the street that he once knew as the back of his hand looked so unfamiliar now, then maybe just maybe he could the future held the same for him. It held that Unfamiliar change. The change that comes in the form of losing Lilly to his best friend. The bitter taste of loss at the hands of Austin Star, the one who so long ago stole the glory from his grasp. He took a deep breath and look around, it was quiet for a Sunday morning, not many people went to church it seemed anymore, prefer to lay in bed asleep. The temperature was already hot for the hour. Most of the nearby houses were closed up tightly and the air conditioners running full blast making it hard to hear what went on outside. Why was I here, why did I have to continue having to torture myself. It felt like every moment spent at this house, spent reminiscing all the memories he had off Lilly and Michael and on how they were no longer in his grasp that the wall were closing in on him, that his blood ran cold and sharp, that the thick darkness was suffocating him.

Try to believe old man, Just accept what happened, and move on.. What's done is done, there's no changing that, Ken mumbled under his breath.


"It's ok now, that past is nothing but dust in the wind, he continue to tells himself otherwise. But the low scream that comes with deep with himself tells him other wise. All in vain, all is lost, when all is gone, all has past and death is to come, what have you lived for. All is gone, all is lost to the shadows of time. That voice inside of him that he tries to ignore so hard but won't go way, that tell ken, "The memories won't go away, the pain won't go away, the damage is done, they will terrorize you, anxiety will seize your life, your heart beating to a muffled rhythm, fatigued from all the fear, trying to save yourself from this fate, but you are fooled, comes that trembling whisper from withing those words shooting deply through the ache of his heart. Telling ken that this light, that his beautiful heart, it'll change."

One flash of light, One flesh…. One vision


His eyes are shattered with tears, searching, begging for a way out, but you're bound by the hands of your guilt, this pain trying to break free, to bring back his salvation, to the surreal paradise of loves embrace, but the memories that he struggles to keep down, to keep hidden, forcing them to show themselves making him remember the feeling of soft warm lips pressed against his, but no it won't help. Memories of a kiss won't wake him from this nightmare and they won't confort his broken mind. They won't take away his guilt for what he has done, and they can't retify it. Helpless could be the word that Ken had felt as he looked at that house. As he feel to his knees, barely able to breath, captured by it's memories, unable to rid himself, unable to accept the fate dealt to him.

This is it

No escape. No Second Chances.

Is this how I'm supposed to Live my life?


Ken unable to ignore the voice inside him that told him it's his fault, he brought this upon himself. Staring at the house listening to the beat of his hear, To each gasp of breath, just wanting it to end, just wanting it to go away and not have to fight it anymore, not have to live with this guilt, with this fate, A tear escapes. Why, I wonder, do you I have to suffer, with such agony? has the guilt clawing, eating away at your mind, finally won? remember though.. you made this fate for yourself, the one begging for this, yet you resist, you fool, you can not win.

Ken closes his eyes, everything slowly begins to stop as he shuts out all thoughts, everything turns to a pitch black. empty, motionless. no thought, no sight, no mind. no fears, no guilt.. hands uncurl from a tight fist, body finally gives in, even if momentarily he could just shut himself out from everything. Turn his head the other way, knowing sooner or latter though this guilt was going to come back, and it would be the death of him. That when he went back home, he could wake up and he�d do this all over again, go threw the same thought process. The never ending escape. There was no sleep for the damned and the Guilt would just come back, make him realize that life, that beautiful lie he tells himself is not his destiny. That the voice inside him that told himself other wise was the painful truth, his calling that would breath him and and bring him back to the bitter world of realization of it's blood and tears. Of all his hard fought brutal battles with star, his guilt with Lilly. He lost everything.

Gone

Was his love that him and Lilly Had

Gone

Was the were the days we he still shared a close bond with Austin Starr.

Gone

Was the days of the past

And soon

Gone

Would be the days that he would step the ring, look upon that crowd, that last thing that he still had, that he still loved.

All Gone

You see, This temporary happiness was just an illusion.


One.. that’s all I had was one… just one more match

[Dominic Reynolds]

I had always been incapable of trust. Over the span of my life I had been betrayed by countless people that I am no longer able to process such a concept. Due to the various horrors that I have experienced, I find that I am numb to the normal human interaction and sentience that my life had once been comprised of. I had been this way for such a lengthy time that I had no expectations of living any differently. And then, I met Ken.


I never had any friends and I feel that I can largely attribute this to my abusive father. Countless times I found myself on the brink of friendship, something that doesn’t come easy to me. Yet to the same degree I had found any possibility of friendship slipping through the gaps in between my fingers. Every time I obtained the courage to reach out to someone I thought I would grab a hold of their hand as they reached out to me. Though every time, I got to the point where I could feel the wind generated by their closing hand as theirs fell away from mine.

It was mid-April, we lived in the city we both grew up Seattle. Before the time we went to both met Lilly. We had been living here for about three weeks and I had been going to school for two of those. My parents always insisted on enrolling me at the school prior to our arrival. I’m really not sure what benefit that had – the classes I wanted to take were either unavailable, too far ahead, or didn’t even cover what I had previously learned. Any effort I put into my schoolwork was minimal and lacked enthusiasm. The only reason I even bothered attending school everyday was because I had motivation: Ken.

Let me take you back to when me and Ken was in three out of the five classes that I had. He was a few inches taller than I was. He was by standard definition ‘popular’ He had a large amount of friends and was highly involved at the school. He sort of had a radiant glow of confidence that you could see from miles away. But the one true thing that caught my attention each time I saw him was his compassion. He represented freedom, he represented happiness, and the one irrefutable thing was that he represented hope.

It was not in my character to reach out and make the first contact and I became comfortable that, like many others, I would never get to know him. I was more the loner outcast, the more independent stick to himself kind of kid back then. Then came the day where our science teacher announced that for our upcoming summative assignment on viruses. After the teacher had thoroughly reviewed his expectations for this task, he began listing off the groups. Lazily, I listened as all the names were called. Only three pairs were unknown and my name had been untouched. Then I noticed that Ken’s name had not been called either… I watched the teacher’s lips move. “John and Kevin, you will be working together.” Slowly but surely, I came to the realization that neither of those names belongs to me and neither of those names belongs to Ken. Kevin and John were the second last group to be announced. Soon after our names were called and I was able to compose myself, I saw Ken sling his backpack over his shoulders and get up from his seat. Without a second thought, he turned around and made his away over to my desk.

Before this moment I never really shared any social interactions with others. But that was about to change as Ken pulled out the chair from the empty desk beside me and took a seat. “So, what are your ideas for the project?” he asked me. From there our friendship would florish, what turned into co op projectes, would turn into weekend’s as at Ken’s House playing the Playstation exchange victories and defeats on our favorite game Smackdown: Know Your Role.

I pushed the ‘call’ button and slowly raised the phone to my ear. I heard it ring three times before I heard Ken’s voice say, “Hello?” I greeted him back and instantly he began asking me about to hang out maybe drink a few beers this weekend. I told him that I was free and he suggested that we meet up tomorrow around noon.Ken and I ended up meeting again the following day. I felt a strange sort of ability to confide in him. There was something about it, a quality that he had that just made me reassured that I could talk to him. In truth, I really could. He sat there intently listening and interested in what I had to say. I had never felt this sort of connection with anyone else for the longest time.

Four months had passed. Ken and I spent nearly all of our spare time together. We became nearly inseparable and invested ourselves in a brotherhood like I never new I had before. The summer was especially a great time because without school being a factor we were able to plan trips that would occupy our weekends. We were inseperatable, loyal like soldiers in a battlefield we always had each others back. This was the most important friendship and brotherhood I had ever experienced and I never wanted to let it go. This was something that I would hold onto with everything fiber in my being, because friendship like this was hard to come by. I couldn’t abandon Ken, abandon my brother, and just up and leave him, that’s not how our friendship work. So that is what happened. That is how I changed. I was influenced by the unconditional friendship that I shared with Ken. We knew it wouldn’t be easy but we knew that as long as we had each other’s back.

Looking back at it now, I can see how so many things have changed. That they innocent brotherhood has vanished, that the bonds of friendship has been worn down to the last grain. Ken asked me “Is this how it ends”. My response is “no it’s not old friend.” A lot has changed, but one thing that will never change is that your still my brother or the closet thing I had to one. I owe him everything for all that he’s done for me. I owe him for the hope that his spirit instilled in mine. I owe him my trust. I owe him the future and I owe him one more match.