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One of the most interesting aspects of wrestling is the travelling. A bunch of grown men, travelling the country, beating eachother up for money. Friends and enemies. You better believe they have some stories to tell outside the ring, too!

Do you have a story about that one time your character got arrested at a Taco Bell, or drunk on the highway and crashed into a radio tower? Well, here's your chance to let people know it!

This is Road Stories - Volume I!

The time is early 2009 and two good looking individuals are sitting on a park bench in Hawaii. They’re looking into the sunlight, having gone on a trip hiking up a volcano; there wasn’t much they felt they couldn’t accomplish. The breeze brought a nice stream of warm air into the excellent weather where they were at. Dark-skinned women were dancing in grass skirts around the two men, coconut bras and all. Their long black hair flowed in the breeze as the beautiful girls handed the two men two mojitos in coconut shells with an umbrella and a bendy straw hanging out. Both of the men had unbuttoned tropical shirts and cargo khaki shorts. The men had fishing hats on as well with some flip flops so they could feel the sand between their toes.

The camera turned towards the two men’s faces and they were revealed to be new kid on the block, Brantley Summers, and his cool new friend and veteran of the ring, Saint Joey. Summers had been on adventures with Joey before, from the story of the burning a**s, to meeting Tiger Hat and the rest of the Saint Dojo while pranking Angel. Summers even spent some time training there with them, you know, to hone his skills. Summers leaned back into the bench, sipping some of his mojito; he calmly looked around to survey this situation.

Summers: I’m not really feeling the girl scene tonight man. What about you, man?

Joey: Yeah, I know. Wenches.

Summers: Not what I meant, but anyway, let me check out what’s going on around the islands and we’ll see if we can’t just hit that sucka up all fresh-like.

Summers pulled out his back-up phone that was normally only used to look up secret information, a tool that would come in handy in his later days in the business as part of the Midnight Marauders. Suddenly he gets a test from one of the few people who knew the number, Freakshow. He checks out the message and shows it Joey who nods his head in agreement. The message said, “Yo! I hear you and Joey are in Hawaii, there’s some fresh tag belts to win there. Check out this bar. Link.”

Summers: Alright. So we go to this bar here and we can win the straps. Look good on the waists of two handsome gents such as ourselves.

Joey: WOOOOOO!

Joey immediately chopped the bench in half sending Summers to the ground. Summers pulled himself to his feet as the duo got on their motorcycle/scooter pair. Joey was on the motorcycle while Summers kept himself to the scooter. The two rolled up to the bar with a strong sense of justice in them feeling ready to win the belts. Summers smirk was as cocky as it would be in future days and Joey face shined ever so brightly. The two walk into the bar gulping down various alcoholic beverages. Mostly manly drinks like whiskey and lite beer. Brantley would drink some rum, which eventually turned out to be a bad habit. Summers went out back for a second.

Summers: Alright Joey, I’m going outside of the bar for a second to uh.. Prepare for the match or something.

Joey: Fish and chips then chap.

Summers stumbled his way out of the bar, the camera didn’t follow him, keeping their focus on Joey who was scoping out two individuals with wrestling championships around their waists. Joey found the team and began his scouting report. He would walk up to the man, blonde hair, pale skin, blue eyes, and asked his name.

Joey: Oi! Pal! What’s your name?

???: They call me Rick Jackson. Rick ‘Wonder Star’ Jackson.

Joey: … Right.. Right.

Joey left the man after righting down his name and walked over to an overweight stripper who had the matching belt. The Saint slipped a dollar bill into her sweaty roll of fat to get her attention. She had a matching belt to Rick Jackson and there was no reason to disagree with what the previous idea was. The stripper got on all fours and crawled from the stage towards Joey who leaned in to talk to her.

???: Heay dahling, whatsya name hun?

Joey: You smell like fish.. and fish. It’s Joey. Saint Joey. May I ask who you are?

???: Dey call me Destiny Fateshower.

The woman obviously needed some kind of shower, but Joey jotted her name and stats out onto the notepad.

Joey: What do you do stripping? I hear you’re good at tag teams.

Destiny Fateshower: Well I have been known to beada couple of guys off at the same time, yeah.

Joey: Then what brings you to this place?

Destiny Fateshower: The men love mah body so I choose to give them a show.

The woman’s stomach was half-hanging over the stage and Joey pulled himself back. He had a few to drink, but not even he was drunk enough to touch that. Summers comes back into the bar, his eyes widened beyond belief and red as blood. Brantley ran to Saint Joey who showed him the notes he had taken of their opponents. Summers asked who they were in the bar so Joey would point out the duo. Summers gasped upon seeing the people.

Summers: That’s Rick ‘Tonga Kid’ Jackson and that’s Samu!

Joey: Uh… I think he goes by Wonder Star, that and Tonga Kid is a stretch and Destiny Fateshower is obviously a fake name, chap. I don’t see what you’re trying to say. Isn’t Samu a boy’s name anyway?

Summers: Dirty Tongans and Samoans trying to take over AMERICAN HAWAII too! We’re going to get them. REF! Ring the bell! Joey, you take ‘Tonga Kid’, I’ll go after Samu. I know how to take on the bigger ones. They’re agile so you have to watch out.

Joey: There’s no referee. ******** it, let’s do this.

Joey got the bartender to tip some glasses together and Joey ran at the Rick Jackson. Summers towards Destiny Fateshower, hoping to get rid of the accused Samoan. Joey made quick work of Rick, surprising him with his signature ‘The Transfiguration’ knocking Jackson over. Suddenly there was a man who known throughout all of the Hawaiian wrestling promotions as the top referee. He pulled off his shirt to reveal his uniform from underneath. Joey climbed atop the bar and leaped off jumping forwards and doing a backflip hitting his own Flight of the ArchAngel! Joey immediately pinned Rick as the referee counted the three. Joey had just eliminated the Summers-proclaimed ‘Tonga Kid’ from the unsanctioned match. Joey pulled the belt off of Rick and put it on his waist.

-From this point on, Summers pictures everything as being in the ring-

Summers, on the other hand had trouble dealing with Samu. He ran at Samu and nailed the knee to the side of the face, but Samu just rolled off her stage and started punching Brantley in the face.

Summers: ********! You’re such a stiff wrestler! Calm down before I have to fight back!

The woman did not stop suddenly the bartender yelled out from behind the counter.

Bartender: HEY! YOU TWO STOP IT! I’M CALLING THE COPS!

Summers: WHAT? THE MATCH IS NO DQ?! ALRIGHT!

Summers suddenly grabbed a pool stick he believed to be a kendo stick and started to wack the woman over and over with the stick. Summers would then kick the woman in the stomach and jump up for his Fameasser, sending the woman down face first onto the floor. Climbing onto a bar stool that he thought was the second rope, Summers leaped off with a fist drop. Rolling Samu over, the referee counted. The woman managed to kick out of the move, probably because she thought she was being raped. Summers lifted the large woman to her feet and rolled her onto the pool table. Summers would call over to Joey.

Summers: JOEY! IT’S TIME! THE FLYING BUTT!

Joey hesitantly ran over to the same bar counter near the pool table that Summers was at. Summers put Joey on his shoulders and leaped off what he thought was the top rope, lifting Joey off his shoulders and sent Joey a** first into the woman, Samu. The table collapsed and Joey rolled out of the way as Summers pushed himself on the woman and the referee counted to three, winning the match. Destiny relieved herself all over the shattered table in the grossest possible manner. Summers pulled the belt off, and in its puke covered state, still seemed shiny to Brantley. Strapping it on, Summers is shocked as the police comes in, Brantley of course seeing a stable of wrestlers out to get him. Joey started to book it with Brantley but the police had the place surrounded, the escape being stopped by the police immediately by Tasers.

-End seeing everything as a match and in ring-

Suddenly, they are placed in handcuffs and shoved into cars and taken to a local jail. The referee had declared them the new champions, but Summers and Joey both woke up in jail. They spent the remaining day and night in the cell together but left, being kicked out of Hawaii.

The two are taken to the airport with all of their things, the new belts around their wastes.

Summers: Hawaii Statewide Tag Team Champs Joey.

Joey: Oooooooooooh yeeeeeeeeeeeeah!

The two board the plane together, celebrating their victory as the film stops.

The DVD picks up with current day Summers sitting in a director’s chair looking into the camera in the finest robes made of silk. A pipe is in his mouth as he puffs gently.

Summers: Well folks, now you know how Saint Joey and I won the Hawaii Statewide Tag Team Championships. I hope you enjoyed the show.

↑↑↑ This is the All-Canada Pro Wrestling Canadian Regional Championship!

↓↓↓ And this is the event where our story will end ACPW: Beware Mooses!



The story starts back in 2006 Jacob Meyer was an up and coming 18 year old wrestler trying to work his way through the Regional circuit in Canada to try and make a name for himself so he could move on to bigger and better things in the states. During this time Jacob Meyer was competing in a local independent federation called TBPW: Thunder Bay Pro Wrestling and working his way towards their main event scene. After winning a battle royal to claim a spot in a four way battle royal for the TBPW Ontario Championship, the top prize in the federation, Jacob was set to make the jump into one of the top spots. Jacob Meyer wasn't able to pick up the win, that honor going to "Mr. Canada" Quinn Gagnon. Quinn Gagnon was the man! THE CANADIAN MAN! He had a great build. He was six foot five and weighed two hundred and forty pounds compared to Jacob's 6 foot and two hundred fifteen. He had amazing charisma and outstanding mic skills. He was the perfect wrestler and the best man to hold the title "Mr. Canada".

Jacob Meyer didn't do to bad for himself though as he was able to eliminate someone from the match and managed to be the one that Gagnon pinned to reclaim his championship. Gagnon was so impressed by Meyer's determination that after the match he lifted him off his feet to shake his hand and celebrate the ending of the match. Jacob was happy to even be in the same ring as one of his heroes so taking the lose wasn't a big deal to him at all. Gagnon even told him that he was going places and to keep it up. To someone like Jacob that meant the world to him.

A few days after the match Jacob was told that at the upcoming event he would be having a number one contendership match against Sean Washington. Sean was one of the other wrestlers that was in the four way match that he was just in. Sean was a BIG guy! He was six foot ten and weighed around two hundred and seventy pounds. HE WAS HUGE! It took all three other members of the four way to beat him down and Jacob happened to be the one that pinned the man to knock him out of the match. Sean was going to be looking to hurt Meyer for taking him out and get his revenge and Meyer knew this but accepted the match anyways.

At the event Jacob Meyer and Quinn Gagnon had a quick conversation as he waited for his turn to walk out to the match.

Gagnon: Hey Meyer wait up for a moment my man!

Meyer: Gagnon... What's up sir?

Gagnon: Sir? You don't have to call me sir Jacob. I just wanted to wish you good luck tonight and I hope to see you fighting for my title very soon. So... Good luck kiddo. Remember what I said right kid?

Meyer: Oh... Thanks dude! It means a lot. What's that?

Gagnon: Never give up on your dream. I see so much of myself in you and I know that if you stick with it you will go farther then even I did.

Unbeknownst to Jacob Meyer that would be the last words that he ever heard from "Mr. Canada" Quinn Gagnon. Jacob wasn't able to respond to his idol because his music hit and he had to make his entrance for the match-up. After about fifteen minutes of getting tossed around by Sean Washington, Jacob managed to fight back and pick up some momentum. Sean killed everything Jacob was working towards though after catching Meyer coming off the top ropes and planting him with a Chokebomb in the center of the ring.

1...

2...

NO!!!

Jacob Meyer wasn't giving in just yet! Fighting out of the pin fall as he barely kicked out from under all the bulk of Sean. Sean Washington landed a mean looking stomp to keep Meyer on the mat and readied himself to finish Jacob off with his finishing move, a massive running lariat he called the Head Splitter! Jacob Meyer wobbled to his feet and Sean rebound off the ropes, swinging his arm like mad as he picked up a head of steam to split Meyer's head open. As Sean closed in Meyer pulled off a perfect impersonation of his idol "Mr. Canada" Quinn Gagnon as he some how managed to duck under the raging beast's arm and plant his foot into the back of the man's skull with Gagnon's famous finishing move the CDK (Canadian Death Kick)! The big man crumbled to the canvas and Jacob was all over it, hooking one of Sean's giant legs and winning the match-up. Jacob had done it! His music hit and he celebrated one of the biggest come from behind victories in his entire career. The happiness wouldn't last for long though.

A few days after the big victory Jacob Meyer was still on high as he celebrated with all his friends and co-workers from TBPW. The happiness all ended with one phone call.

Meyer: Um... Hello?

Unknown Caller: Is this Jacob Meyer?

Meyer: Yes... May I ask who is calling?

Unknown Caller: Yes, Mr. Meyer. This is Robert Gagnon. Quinn Gagnon's brother.

Meyer: WHAT!? Thee BOBBY Gagnon? Dude you are a ******** legend! Seven time All-Canada Pro Wrestling Heavyweight Champion, four time All-Canada Pro Wrestling Undisputed Champion, and Six time All-Canada Pro Wrestling Tag Champion with The Manitoba Mafia. Dude! What is up?

Robert Gagnon: So you are a fan huh? I am sorry I couldn't be delivering good news then. Well I guess not all of it is terrible.

Meyer: Eh?

Robert Gagnon: Quinn died last night.

Meyer: Wait..... No? I just saw him like four days ago

Robert Gagnon: I'm sorry kid. It's true. I know that you guys were close since he talked about you all the time. So I wanted you to be one of the first people to know.

Meyer: Close? I didn't really talk to him much. Mostly in passing during events. I think we might have hung out in a group at some of the after parties.

Robert Gagnon: Oh... Well he spoke so highly of you and your work. He even put you in his will.

Meyer: I'm in Quinn's will?! What? That is pretty cool actually. Sorry if you think that is rude.

Robert Gagnon: Oh no it's fine! I heard you were a big fan of his. Anyways... Jacob, I need you to come to Winnipeg. We have some business to discuss. We are emailing you some information on getting plane tickets. We will pay for everything. See you soon.

Meyer said his good byes and quickly rushed everyone out of his house. He sat down in his living room and opened up his lap top and logged into his e-mail. Refreshing it over and over and over. After about a half hour a new e-mail popped up and Jacob rushed to open it, managing to delete it in the process. Good thing he had e-mail recovery. The e-mail gave him a printable ticket for a plane trip from Toronto to Winnipeg at nine at night. Jacob checked his clock and it read midnight. It was a little more than a fifteen hour drive to Toronto from where he lived going the fasted route. Meyer rushed to get his things pack so he could take a quick nap. He was out of the door and on the road by five. Fifteen, some odd minutes, and tons of Dunkin' Donuts coffee later and Jacob arrived at Toronto's airport.

A little under two hours later and Jacob was standing outside of Winnipeg's airport being picked up in a Matte Black Rolls Royce Phantom. First he had to pick up his jaw though as the person who opened the door to let him in the car was Mrs. Rachelle Gagnon, the beautiful young sister to Quinn and Robert. Jacob kept his mouth shut for the most part just to make sure he didn't say anything stupid. Only speaking once or twice to turn down offers of food or drink. At one point he at to awkwardly cross his legs because he popped a random boner from staring at Rachelle. Good thing she didn't see or maybe she did and was just trying to be polite about it. After a long and uncomfortable ride Jacob arrived at Gagnon Estate. A beautiful mansion estate that included it's own sports arena and arcade. Jacob had never seen anything as magnificent as this place and it was left even more speechless as he exited the chair and was lead into Robert's office.

Robert Gagnon: Mr. Meyer! Good to finally met you. I wish it was under better circumstances, but I am still glad you are finally here.

Meyer: Mr. Gagnon. It's a real honor.

Robert Gagnon: Oh kid... Just call me Robert.

Meyer: Ok... Mr. Gagn... I mean Robert.

Robert Gagnon: Jacob! I am a man of few words. So please, let's get down to business.

Meyer: Oh right! No problem dude. What's up?

Robert Gagnon: Well as you know my brother and your friend, Quinn as died. We aren't totally sure of the cause yet, but we are looking into it and will try to fill you in later. Like I said before though, Quinn put you in his will. He didn't leave you anything materialistic. What he left was something far great. He left a written recommendation to me to let you compete for the now vacant All-Canada Pro Wrestling Canadian Regional Championship.

Meyer: Eh!? The ACPW Canadian Regional Championship! That comes with the title "Mr. Canada!" Your brother is... Was... The only person to ever hold that belt. His record was upwards of one thousand days!

Robert Gagnon: He held the belt since it's creation over five years ago.

Meyer: That is ******** amazing! Sorry for the harsh language.

Robert Gagnon: No! It was ******** amazing kid! It will be amazing for a long time. Quinn wanted to pass the title on to a son when he was old enough, but unlucky for him he only had girls. Quinn thought of you as the next champion. He always thought of you as a son.

Meyer: That is the craziest thing I have ever heard! I barely knew that guy. Then again I guess he was always around me. Following me around to make sure I was ok or if I needed anything when I was backstage. Plus he did train me a little near the end there. That does seem pretty fatherly of him.

Robert Gagnon: Yes! I grow tired of talking though. One month from now. At ACPW: Beware Mooses you will be competing against men from the nine other provinces for the right to call yourself "Mr. Canada" and hold the belt. It will be in a one night tournament. I'll get you more information when I have it. You will be staying here at the Gagnon Estate. Do whatever you please. My butlers and maids can help with anything you need. Now get out of here.

Meyer: Yes sir! Right away.

Jacob rushed out of the office and began to explore to vast estate. The month flew by like nothing. Meyer spent most of his time either training in the rings that the Gagnon's had or at their arcade. He also spent some time scouting his opponent's and looking into how the tournament was going to work with ten guys. It worked out that the ten would all compete in singles matches. The crowd when then pick their favorite winners and the five men would be split into two groups. Two guys would get to fight in another singles match and the other three would have to compete against each other in a triple threat single fall match.

The first parts of the event were amazing and Jacob knew that he would have to put out some major work in his first match if he wanted to get into the second singles match up. Jacob had the last match before the second round, so he was able to watch and scout out the other four winners. A twenty four year old man named Johnny Orr won with a flashy double jump moonsault. A wrestler named Chris Treborn won with a scary looking brainbuster. A guy around Jacob's age named Masked Moose won with a Gore. Lastly there was a older guy named Duke Pierre that won after a roll-up pin while holding the other guy's shorts. Jacob knew all of these guys from the independent scene, only have faced Orr and Treborn on a couple of occasions and Duke once. The only guy that he had no experience with was this Masked Moose guy.

Jacob managed to win his debut in ACPW with a homage to Quinn Gagnon, using the CDK again to claim victory in the first round. The crowd exploded when they saw the former ACPW star's finishing move being used in front of them once again. It helped put Jacob into the second round's singles match against Duke Pierre. After another tough battle Jacob pulled off a great comeback, taking Duke out with a Canadian Elbow. This sent Jacob Meyer to the final round against Manitoba's own Masked Moose! This guy was bigger and looked a lot stronger then he was. Jacob knew that he was in for an extremely rough match up against this guy.

This match looked a lot like the one he had against Sean Washington in TBPW. Jacob got tossed about and trashed for a good amount of time. He managed a couple of offensive moves here and, but the Masked Moose kept charing ahead. Jacob had no idea how to put this guy away and he was growing tired and weak from the beating he was getting. The match was coming to a close though and he needed a way to end it. Masked Moose whipped Jacob into the corner and ran full steam, trying to Gore him into the corner. The smaller man was able to slip his way out of the way and the Masked Moose went head first into the second turnbuckle. The large man wobbled backwards right into a CDK from Meyer that put him on the canvas. Meyer struggled to turn the man over, but eventually did and laid a top of him exhausted from the battle as he waited for the ref to make the count.

"And your winner and NEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWW All-Canada Pro Wrestling Canadian Regional Champion!!!!! MIIIIIISSSSSSSTTTTTEEEERR CANADA! Jacob Meyer!

That never happened.

Seita Gray, FFA Original and hardcore wrestling veteran, but widely unknown and unused wrestler, has been stealing from Freakshow's refrigerator and trash for years. They've never met, but are neighbors. Freakshow has much more money than Seita, who basically mooches off Freakshow while he's on the road.

It is widely believed by the lockerrooms that the FFA Arena is haunted.