Post by Batman on Nov 11, 2015 13:06:46 GMT -5
One For The Champ
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Story By: Batman and Black Canary
Heroes: Green Arrow, Black Canary, Felicity Smoak, John Diggle, Wildcat
Supporting:
Villains: Golden Boy, Neron
Plot: An old rival of Black Canary's mentor, Wildcat, has come out of retirement from boxing to put an end to Dinah Lance. The Golden Boy is known for his killer punches that only Wildcat has ever survived, Wildcat attempts to prepare Dinah for the fight of her life while Green Arrow suspects some ulterior plot and begins to investigate.
An authentic scratch of vinyl and plastic echoing against a wooden frame released an easing sound of hype and tension. Two large knobs on either side with a yellow screen on the front - a red needle landed on a number in a line-up of numbers that would indicate the frequency. The walls were dark brown with lines of tan streaking up and down. “And we’re down to the 15th with Victor “Golden Boy” Summers and Ted “Wildcat” Grant…Here comes Golden boy with a left jab! And another! And another--It hits! A right hook! A right hook! Wildcat is just taking the bloody beating! Wildcat TURNS IT AROUND with a left jab! Golden Boy on his toes as Wildcat jabs and jabs again! They circle the ring, boy you can see their fatigue, Wildcat looks dizzy, Golden Boy enters in BUT it’s a TRAP! Wildcat jabs and jabs again Upper cut from Wildcat and down goes Golden Boy!” The announcer’s voice would narrate from the radio box, January 1929. “We have the count - 1…2…3…4…5! Wildcat wins! The undefeated Golden Boy has lost his title to Wildcat!”
September, 2009...
The house was small, barely the size of two trailers. Victor sat on a couch heaving through a mask for oxygen dressed in his renewed vintage boxing gloves, a pair of gray sweat pants pulled up past his stomach onto that white tank top that revealed his degenerating masculine figure. A full head of blonde hair had turned into a barren desert with small craters and dark chocolate spots. Wary eyes were the only thing blessed to keep in shape as they were the device of his torment while watching a UFC on SPIKE TV, his mind had lost touch with many memories of lovers, family, friends, now he was alone and of a dying breed - quite literally. Almost 100 years old the man’s mind was the only thing that kept him entertained as he remembered his glory days of boxing - UFC reminded him of the brutal nature of the game when he played. It was then a commercial break occurred and a promotion for gossip TV premiered. “Tonight’s episode of Star City Starlets…Rumors are circling that Oliver Queen is dating Former Gym instructor Dinah Lance, who trained under Ted Grant; World famous boxing champion. After 3 years lost at sea and in the wild, Oliver Queen might have found someone who can survive a few round in the WILD with him. Watch it tonight!” Victor stared at the screen observing a handsome man and a beautiful woman in separate pictures. He heaved in sadness, a mournful sigh as those lids closed and his heart ached as the pacemaker attempted to correct the irregularity in his chest.
An unknown amount of time would pass, Victor had lost track of time but, a voice spoke from over his shoulder and next to the couch. “A shame, isn’t it?” Victor’s gaze shifted to look at the man dressed in black robes with bone chains and a skull upon his shoulders. “You sacrifice and fight only to have your career ruined by a man who stepped on you to excel his own career.” Victor looked at the television, regardless of what was on the TV his mind only saw a picture of Dinah Lance, he spoke calmly. “I had a good life.” The dark figure smirked as he spoke seductively. “Don’t be so humble. You accepted your life, but it’s not the one you deserved. The one you fought for - you went to war for your country because there was nothing left for you.” Victor nodded with resignation. “Well, let’s get this over with. You’re here to take me away aren’tcha?” The dark figure leaned down to Victor and smiled. “I can. Or I can give you another shot at the title. Did you know Ted Grant has been magically imbued with reduced aging? As he gets older and older he has additional insurance in the bank.” The Dark Figure sat down next to Victor on the couch. “Dinah Lance is his legacy, the best fighter he had ever trained.” Victor furrowed his brows and looked at the man. “What do you want from me? You want to make a deal?” The dark figure didn’t waste time. “Yes. A contract that will give you new life and a new opportunity to rebuild your legacy. In exchange for your soul, I will grant you powers far greater than Ted Grant - you’ll be better than his pupil, enough to kill her and restore balance to your own legacy. People will know that Victor “Golden Boy” Summers is back and even at the dusk of his life - he was fighting just as Ted Grant is now.” A green glow of venomous energy would appear from the figure’s hand, a crackle of green lightning would present a parchment written in blood with a demonic sigil upon the bottom. “Place your thumb here and we’ve got ourselves a deal…”
Story By: Batman and Black Canary
Heroes: Green Arrow, Black Canary, Felicity Smoak, John Diggle, Wildcat
Supporting:
Villains: Golden Boy, Neron
Plot: An old rival of Black Canary's mentor, Wildcat, has come out of retirement from boxing to put an end to Dinah Lance. The Golden Boy is known for his killer punches that only Wildcat has ever survived, Wildcat attempts to prepare Dinah for the fight of her life while Green Arrow suspects some ulterior plot and begins to investigate.
An authentic scratch of vinyl and plastic echoing against a wooden frame released an easing sound of hype and tension. Two large knobs on either side with a yellow screen on the front - a red needle landed on a number in a line-up of numbers that would indicate the frequency. The walls were dark brown with lines of tan streaking up and down. “And we’re down to the 15th with Victor “Golden Boy” Summers and Ted “Wildcat” Grant…Here comes Golden boy with a left jab! And another! And another--It hits! A right hook! A right hook! Wildcat is just taking the bloody beating! Wildcat TURNS IT AROUND with a left jab! Golden Boy on his toes as Wildcat jabs and jabs again! They circle the ring, boy you can see their fatigue, Wildcat looks dizzy, Golden Boy enters in BUT it’s a TRAP! Wildcat jabs and jabs again Upper cut from Wildcat and down goes Golden Boy!” The announcer’s voice would narrate from the radio box, January 1929. “We have the count - 1…2…3…4…5! Wildcat wins! The undefeated Golden Boy has lost his title to Wildcat!”
September, 2009...
The house was small, barely the size of two trailers. Victor sat on a couch heaving through a mask for oxygen dressed in his renewed vintage boxing gloves, a pair of gray sweat pants pulled up past his stomach onto that white tank top that revealed his degenerating masculine figure. A full head of blonde hair had turned into a barren desert with small craters and dark chocolate spots. Wary eyes were the only thing blessed to keep in shape as they were the device of his torment while watching a UFC on SPIKE TV, his mind had lost touch with many memories of lovers, family, friends, now he was alone and of a dying breed - quite literally. Almost 100 years old the man’s mind was the only thing that kept him entertained as he remembered his glory days of boxing - UFC reminded him of the brutal nature of the game when he played. It was then a commercial break occurred and a promotion for gossip TV premiered. “Tonight’s episode of Star City Starlets…Rumors are circling that Oliver Queen is dating Former Gym instructor Dinah Lance, who trained under Ted Grant; World famous boxing champion. After 3 years lost at sea and in the wild, Oliver Queen might have found someone who can survive a few round in the WILD with him. Watch it tonight!” Victor stared at the screen observing a handsome man and a beautiful woman in separate pictures. He heaved in sadness, a mournful sigh as those lids closed and his heart ached as the pacemaker attempted to correct the irregularity in his chest.
An unknown amount of time would pass, Victor had lost track of time but, a voice spoke from over his shoulder and next to the couch. “A shame, isn’t it?” Victor’s gaze shifted to look at the man dressed in black robes with bone chains and a skull upon his shoulders. “You sacrifice and fight only to have your career ruined by a man who stepped on you to excel his own career.” Victor looked at the television, regardless of what was on the TV his mind only saw a picture of Dinah Lance, he spoke calmly. “I had a good life.” The dark figure smirked as he spoke seductively. “Don’t be so humble. You accepted your life, but it’s not the one you deserved. The one you fought for - you went to war for your country because there was nothing left for you.” Victor nodded with resignation. “Well, let’s get this over with. You’re here to take me away aren’tcha?” The dark figure leaned down to Victor and smiled. “I can. Or I can give you another shot at the title. Did you know Ted Grant has been magically imbued with reduced aging? As he gets older and older he has additional insurance in the bank.” The Dark Figure sat down next to Victor on the couch. “Dinah Lance is his legacy, the best fighter he had ever trained.” Victor furrowed his brows and looked at the man. “What do you want from me? You want to make a deal?” The dark figure didn’t waste time. “Yes. A contract that will give you new life and a new opportunity to rebuild your legacy. In exchange for your soul, I will grant you powers far greater than Ted Grant - you’ll be better than his pupil, enough to kill her and restore balance to your own legacy. People will know that Victor “Golden Boy” Summers is back and even at the dusk of his life - he was fighting just as Ted Grant is now.” A green glow of venomous energy would appear from the figure’s hand, a crackle of green lightning would present a parchment written in blood with a demonic sigil upon the bottom. “Place your thumb here and we’ve got ourselves a deal…”