| The Make-A-Wish Foundation Presents: Luke Schroeder; II Vs The Youth; EWA World Tag Team Championship, Tapout Championship, and World Heavyweight Championship | |
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| The Hierarchy | May 15 2016, 08:07 PM Post #1 |
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Ten-year old Luke Schroeder dreamed of being a professional wrestler. Ever since he was six, back when his Uncle Henry sent him video tapes of EWA, NYSWF, and the SHOOT Project, Luke was obsessed with watching his favorite stars flip, slam, and just out-and-out wreck each other for the temptations of championship gold. There was just something about the inherent violence that accompanied this sport that Luke gravitated towards. Most kids his age read the comics or played with Ninja Turtles. But not Luke. Luke emulated matches from his boyhood heroes such as X-Calibur, Ray Willmott, and Loco Martinez. Ninja Turtles and comic books couldn’t quite capture his imagination and attention like professional wrestling could. As “fake” as wrestling was deemed from the haters, the heroes and villains within the spectrum of wrestling held more of a tangible existence than Leonardo, Donatello, Spider-Man or Superman ever could. Unfortunately for Luke, real life got in the way of his dreams and aspirations at an incredibly young age. You see, instead of being able to enjoy the innocence of childhood, Luke had to fight a fight that most adults would never be able to win. At the tender age of seven, Luke Schroeder was diagnosed with neuroblastoma -- a common childhood cancer of the kidneys that spreads throughout the body if left untreated. Two years ago, after what seemed to be a successful surgery that removed the cancerous gland and equally successful chemotherapy, his parents, Derek and June Schroeder, officially took Luke out of second grade elementary school and separated him from his friends. Out of all the things that affected him from this sickness, not being able to talk about wrestling with his beloved friends hurt the most. Initially thought to be cured, the cancer simply came back more aggressively. This time, the news was grave. Luke Schroeder would never again be able to talk about wrestling with his friends… because Luke Schroeder was dying. Enter the Make-A-Wish Foundation. Luke would always tell his Dad that he wanted to spend a day with one of his heroes. He wanted to know what it would be like to simply “hang out” with one of the icons he’s followed for the past four years through YouTube, DailyMotion, DVDs, and even poor quality VHS tapes. So Derek had a long discussion with his wife June about Luke’s enthrallment over pro-wrestling. Neither of them really “got it”, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was that their beautiful little boy got to do whatever he wanted in what could be the final months, days, or minutes of his life. So Derek and June went through the proper channels and used Make-A-Wish’s online inquiry form. Before long, the referral program contacted them about Luke’s wish. With all medical information considered, and a sizeable donation from the EWA, the Boston chapter of Make-A-Wish decided to grant Luke’s wish. And that, folks, is what brings us today. X-Calibur and Azrael Goeren walked down the white hallways of Boston Children’s Hospital with their EWA World Tag Team Championships over their respective shoulders. X, of course, with the added Tapout Title draped across his opposite shoulder, creating an “X” with the leather straps. Neither man said much of anything as they were nervous and didn’t quite know what to expect. Each of them clad in a suit -- X with a blue and black Armani that had a checkered handkerchief spilling out of his pocket that bore an “H” in the middle of a coat of arms, and Goeren with a red and black Prada that had an orchid sticking out of his pocket. Noticing the flower, X sighed. Dude. What? Your flower there.. What about it? You do realize that the orchid represents death, right? Scheiße! Yeah. Not good. Well, what do you suggest I do!? For starters, I suggest tossing that shit in the garbage. But then your suit is complete and mine isn’t!! We’re here to see a dying 10-year old kid. I highly doubt he’s gonna give a flying fuck about our goddamn suits, Az. Herr Goeren sighed, resigning himself to ripping out the orchid from his breast pocket. Looking for a trash receptacle, he held out his arms as if to say “Where!?”. I’m surprised you don’t just smoke it. Don’t orchids make you see marsupials dressed as clowns or some shit!? Nein. You’re thinking of the rare Corpse Flower. Jesus Christ! Thank God you didn’t wear THAT one! I’m saving that one for Battlelines, actually. Good idea. Or… bad idea… depending on how you look at it. As they turned the corner, they eventually made their way to room 304. The room of Luke Schroeder. His parents Derek and June were each sitting in chairs, at Luke’s bedside. Luke, perceptive as ever, was the first one to notice. Holy shit!!! I don’t believe it!!!! It’s… it’s… X-CALIBUR AND AZRAEL GOEREN!!!!! June and Derek share a look of shock upon hearing the word come out of their son’s mouth. Lukie! Derek just laughed, a tear in his eye as the World Tag Team Champions made their way to Luke. Before either of them could get a word out, Luke spoke as excitedly as he ever had in his entire life. OH MY GOD! I just finished watching the match between you two and the Crimson Riot! OH MY GOD! I was gonna re-watch the match you had with the Vice Squad next! But, but… OH MY GOD! You’re here! You’re REALLY, REALLY, REEEEEALLY HERE!! Hehe. Yep, we’re here. How ya doin’ kid? Goeren nudged X in the stomach as he looks at the IV drip hooked up to Luke. What a stupid question considering they were in a children’s cancer ward. Uhhh, so what’s up meine freund?! What is on the good old itinerary for this evening? Luke looks at Mom and Dad. Then back to X and Goeren. Then back to Mom and Dad. And once more back to X and Goeren. I WANT TO GET SHIT FACED AND STONED!!! June looked as if she could pass out. Derek? Just speechless. X laughed his ass off as Azrael looked to be VERY uncomfortable. LUKIE!! Now, now, Luke… we can't be enabling a youngster like you down the dark path of hard drugs and harder alcohol. It's just not- Why not? Fuck it. Kid’s as good as dead anyway! June burst into an uncontrollable sob as Derek did his husband’s best to console her. I mean… shit. God I suck at this shit. Look, kid. As much fun that would be, we can't go have a night out in the town with a 10-year old kid in tow. I'm pretty sure there are laws against that sorta thing. Besides, Herr Goeren cleaned up his act and doesn't get stoned anymore. He’ll imbibe once in a while but- What's that? What's… what? Im-im.. Imbibe? Yeah! That! What's it mean, X? It means to get shit faced to the point of waking up next to a tranny with the stench of crotch rot and red velvet pancakes on your breath. Well I wanna get shit faced! Jesus Christ. Help me out here, Az. Look, Luke, you don't want to be doing that stuff. Living a life of eating shrooms, taking LSD, smoking crack, and snorting chips of frozen Axe body spray that have been broken down into a scientific element will do you NO good. Believe me. I've been there. He really has, too. He’s been banned from pretty much every Walmart in the world for buying up all the Axe Body spray. I had a problem. Especially with that chocolate one. Herr Goeren stared into space for a moment before X nudged him out of his history-of-drug-abuse-type reverie. I’ll tell you what, Lukester. Why don’t we take you to a Chuck-E-Cheese’s tonight and- I HATE Chuck-E-Cheese! Well, what about an Olive Garden? I HATE Olive Garden! Come on, Eryk! You can do better than Olive Garden. Luke smiles at Goeren, as if he’s thinking he’s going to suggest a cathouse in downtown Amsterdam. Panera Bread? Ugh! Don’t be such a faggot! LUKIE!!!! It’s okay. I’ve been called worse. I’ll tell you what, let’s roll you out of this damn hospital, number one. Number two, we’ll start driving and you can pick a place that you want to go. How’s that sound, Luke-a-Saurus? ...I guess. Groß! Hey, I’m not gross! You’re gross! No, no, no Luke. It’s German for great! He didn’t care. Having spent the better part of three years surrounded by nurses and doctors, Luke just wanted to spend a little time having fun. And seeing a sober Azrael Goeren not wanting anything to do with hard drugs was as exciting as chemotherapy. June, Derek… if you have any questions or concerns about anything, call this number. That’s my cell. Okay? They both nodded. Fuckin’ splendid. Now let’s get out of this shithole and have some fun! Yeah!!!! June and Derek looked worried as X-Calibur and Azrael Goeren awkwardly helped Luke into his wheelchair. It was emblazoned with stickers from his favorite stars both in EWA and the SHOOT Project. Every catchphrase from “NOTHING LASTS FOREVER” to “DAN STEIN IS SEXY” amassed on the leather backing of the wheelchair as they began wheeling him out of the room. Just before they hit the elevators, X-Calibur knelt down beside Luke and smirked evilly. Don’t worry, bud. You want a night with the HIERARCHY? You’re gonna get one. X… what… what are you up to!? Don’t worry about it. That wasn’t even your cell number back there, was it? Oh, you know it wasn’t. Oh Mein Gott… Yaaay!!! I knew you wouldn’t let me down, X!!! SEVERAL HOURS, SHOTS, AND LINES OF COKE LATER The table was littered with empty bottles and an unknown white powder. Herr Goeren was slumped on his bar stool, nearly drooling from the drug addled stupor he found himself in. X-Calibur slowly sipped on a Jack and Coke as he watched Luke’s face light up with happiness while watching the Hierarchy do their thing. Everybody in the dive bar they call Beacon Hill knew about the situation. More importantly, they LOVED it. Luke Schroeder had more real life followers than anybody in the Youth could ever dream of having, and it was amazing to witness. An older, butch-looking bitch named Tammy who had more tattoos than X-Calibur was quite fond of Luke. So fond, in fact, that she signed his wheelchair with a shade of red lipstick that only your local Dollar Store could sell. I have to say, I’m a little disappointed in Az. Why? Well, I thought he was on the wagon. And… well look at him. It didn’t take much effort to get him to fall off, did it? No, not really. Hahaha! Did somebody say corn muffins!? (Under his breath, slurred.) Ich konnte wirklich für einige Mais Muffins gehen.. X smirked. He’s really gonna kill me when he sees this. And Sinn’s probably gonna kill him. Oh boy.. He paused and looked around Beacon Hill with his arms outstretched. Luke was holding both World Tag Team Titles and X-Calibur’s Tapout Title. After having seen them on his TV and computer monitor over the last four years, feeling the championship gold in his grasp had to be a unmatched feeling. In fact, as he looked at the kid’s sunken in eyes and bald head, he couldn’t help but feel a little bit emotional over the fact that this would be Luke’s only great moment in his life. He held back those emotions though and just let the kid drink his juice and watch the Hierarchy. You like your apple juice, kiddo? Yeah. It’s okay. It’s better than that shit at the hospital for sure!! I’m pretty sure this one’s lined with asbestos and lead. Not that it matters in your case, though. He paused for a moment. Conversations of what was happening at their table could be heard within earshot of the other surrounding tables in the noisy dive bar. So kid, you want to do something cool? ‘Cause, I got an idea. Sure. But uh, how could it get any cooler than this!? I’m hanging with the greatest of all fucking time!! You want to cut a promo? You mean… I mean cut a fucking promo on those Youth dipshits. I already said my piece. So did Azrael. Since Kage likes to make fun of kids, I figure it’d be poetic as all fuck to hear a kid flay him alive. What do you say, dude? I don’t even know what I would say! Sure you do. You’ve seen them “wrestle” enough times and take the cheap way out of every situation they’ve ever gotten themselves in. You know what you would say. Azrael popped his head up again. Smacking his lips as if he was thirsty. Ich bin so durstig würde ich die Pisse von Magic Johnson trinken.. X just shook his head. Luke, meanwhile, looked down at the table. Thinking.. That fucker Chris Kage… did you like when he screwed Laura out of the World Title? No!!! That was such bullshit!!! Laura should still be champ!!! God you have a filthy mouth. Love it. But yeah, it WAS bullshit. So speak from the heart! Luke smiled. Chris Kage!! I really hate your guts! You stink!!!! You’re… you’re an asshole!! I’ve seen my Mom throw away these things in the bathroom trash with blood on them that remind me of you!! How could you do what you did to Laura Seton!? She’s a Champion’s Champion!!! Like X and Goeren here!!!! Go to hell!!! Die!!!! Shithead!!! That’s good. More coherent than Napalm, at least. Keep going! You’re not even a real champion. You only wear your title because other people helped you win it! Ever since you arrived, you haven’t done anything by yourself!! You…. you SUCK!!!!! Try to win a match by yourself for once, Chris!!! I bet you couldn’t beat Joe Lemon with two of his hands tied behind his back!! He’d make it rain lemonade all over your ass!! X-Calibur laughs out loud. HARD. And your partner’s a girl!!! You can’t spell Alexander without Alexa!!! Holy shit. You can spell Alexander? That’s really impressive. I’m not even kidding. Yeah, well my Mom’s a good teacher. I bet. I’m not gonna lie, she’s kinda hot too. You think she’s gonna dump your Dad after you croak? I mean… memories and shit. Luke just ignored this as X sat back. He motioned for the young trash talk aspirant to continue. I don’t even really know what to say about Alexa, X. He just… sucks. I don’t remember him even doing anything here other than have a match with Michael Draven. Can he even wrestle!? Well, I don’t know actually. He’s never had the nuts or guts to step into the ring with me, so I guess we’ll find out at Battlelines won’t we? X… Yes? Are you guys gonna beat the Youth? Does a bear go to church? Does the Pope shit in the woods? I… what!? The short answer is yes. The long answer is… of course. Good. Because somebody needs to teach those punks a lesson!! And I hope when it’s all said and done, the Hierarchy holds ALL the titles in the EWA! I couldn’t agree more, Luke. I couldn’t agree more. X looked at his cell phone and saw “35 missed calls” from an unknown number. No doubt from the offices of the EWA regarding an inordinate amount of frantic calls from Luke’s parents. Shaking Azrael Goeren’s shoulder, X grabs a wad of cash from his wallet, adhering to the “CA$H ONLY!” sign at Beacon Hill’s entrance. Well, kid... I hate to do it, but I think it’s time to bring you back to the hospital. Your parents are probably… ehhh… a bit… worried. And it wouldn’t do us any good to have a kidnapping charge against us before Battlelines XII. Ich möchte meinen Penis in jedes Loch von Jada zu setzen!! That’s right, Azrael. Whatever you just said. Can I just say one more thing before we go??? Sure, kid. Go for it. He cleared his throat, and looked dead… err, straight… into the camera’s lens. X-Calibur and Azrael Goeren are gonna destroy you bitches in the Youth… because THAT’s the Hierarchy Way! Oh God. We have a catchphrase, too. I forgot. |
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