"Mouth is alive with juices like wine; And I'm hungry like the wolf." -- Duran Duran

[[ GDW RP #1: Everyone has a story. ]]

[ Beyond the pale Moonlight ]:

I have been in the business for eight years or so now and I always play the same kind of character. So now in this fed I have a fresh start and a fresh character. I hope that I will have a good time here and that it, along with my passion, will stay alive through the sands of time. Not everything is 100% with this layout and what not as my partner and I need to finish up some last minute things. So forgive me if the links don't work. Also my partner Drake decided we would write this RP together. The second half of this RP is all his writing. We thought that if we both put effort into this RP it would count for... something. So here it is.

[ Stalking the Prey ]:

It's their first event in GDW and already the owners see some kind of potential as the Wolfe's are contenders for the Tag Team Championship. An extremely prestigious honor for any tag team let alone an absolutely new group.

[ The Kill ]:

"I'll be there." There was a huge party that was going on that weekend. The graduating members of the football team were having one giant party. Six of them in all. There was Reggie Olson who alternated between Fullback and Halfback. Steve Ryan who took over a Wide Receiver position. Coincidently enough Steve's brother Brian took on the role for the other Receiver. Jay Pitts played every position on the offensive line, but usually stuck with Right Tackle. Finally there was Greg Connor, he was really fast for how big he was, the coached opted for him to play defense as a Linebacker. In hindsight, it was an excellent idea.

The party was going to be huge. Olson's family was already going to be gone for a business trip and there was going to be plenty of booze. Logan wasn't usually a big drinker. As starting Quarterback, he liked to keep his head clear and make sure he was fast on the snap. But this was graduation. There where no more games till College and everybody likes to let loose every now and then.

The parties where wild too. Everybody who was part of the High School was there. A lot of people brought dates from other schools and there where even some surprises from people that have graduated already. Drake Wolfe, number eighty one, opening Wide Receiver for the Mercer Island High School, the older brother of Logan Wolfe was one of them.

Drake is a year older than Logan and henceforth had taken the year off to vacation in Europe. It was the Wolfe brothers dream to attend College together and dominate the football games. It bothered both of them that they each had to play a year without the other. It didn't really bother Drake though; Most of the Varsity team was on Logan grade. Besides, those that where in Drakes grade would be there anyway. Drake got accepted at Washington State University on a football scholarship. Along with two other teammates. Logan got accepted along with six of his teammates. And that was the dream.

When Drake showed up at the party Logan, half buzzed, spotted his older brother instantly and stumbled over to him grabbing a fresh can of beer with him along with his own.

"Big brother! You made it!" He said, with just a slightly slurred voice. He hands the fresh beer to Drake.

"I wouldn't miss my little brothers graduation party! I see I am running late.

"Nah, don't worry about it! How was Europe?"

"It's beautiful there. The culture is so different there it's outrageous, but never mind that for now come with me."

The two walk outside of the mansion like home and begin to walk down the street.

"How much have you had to drink?" Drake asks his brother.

"Only a couple," He lies. Drake knows this and gives Logan a raised brow, "Okay fine six, why?"

"Well this goes against my better judgment but ...here!" Drake throws a set of keys and Logan barely reacts in time to catch them. Just then he notices an early seventies model maroon Chevy Camaro with white racing stripes on the hood parked behind Drake.

"No way! It's even the Z28 Model with the engine upgrade! Maroon and white: Our High School Colors. Clever." Logan rushes over to the driver side and hops in. He admires the black leather seats and custom interior for a while before starting the engine. The radio turns on quietly, but Logan's ear goes straight to the engine. "Listen to that baby purr!"

Drake enters the passenger side of the car, "Yeah well I was thinking its going to be our college colors too, so why not!"

"Yeah about that.." Logan pauses for a moment. "I got accepted into Notre Dame.."

Drake becomes pale and speechless. He gave up a year of his life so they can play ball together at Washington State University. But he also knows that his baby brother's heart was always set on Notre Dame. And why not? It is one of the most prestigious football colleges in America.

"Look, I haven't made any decisions--"

"Why not? Notre Dame is a great School. You should go." Drake gets out of the car and walks away back to the party.

Chapter 2.

Every city has a particular place where you can drive and just take a look at the city from high into the distance. Logan drove his girlfriend up to that place in his new car. His car that his brother gave him, just before his heart was broken. They both sit on a log in front of the car staring into the city. Minutes pass without either one of them saying a word.

"How am I suppose to make this decision?" Logan finally breaks the silence.

"You must do what you think is right, of course." His girlfriend responds.

"Well thank you Obi-Wan, but that isn't helping anything right now!"

"What do you want me to say? You can't decide on whether or not to leave your entire life behind for some school. It doesn't seem that difficult of a decision to me."

"It's not that easy! This isn't just 'some school'. It's Notre Dame. One of the highest class football schools around, and I got accepted. How can I turn that down? Why are you being so selfish?"

"Selfish? I'm selfish? How can you just leave your friends? Your teammates? Your brother? Your girlfriend? You are leaving us all behind. And that Logan, that's what selfish." She stands up and whips the dirt from her butt and begins to walk away. Tears running down her face.

Ashley and Logan have known each other since they where kids. Her family lived next door to the Wolfe's and there birthdays just so happen to fall on the same day. Ashley spent most of her free time with the Wolfe's as her parent where away a lot and she didn't much care for the housekeeper that was left in charge of her.

All the stereotypes are there. She grew up with boys she became a tomboy. Logan became attracted to that. She could hold her own. She was strong and confident. In her younger years she too played football. And in High School she began to play softball. She refused to be a cheerleader. She thought it was degrading. The entire football team harassed Logan about dating a non cheerleader. Especially Senior year when he became star quarterback.

It was tradition. The star quarterback was intended for the head cheerleader. There where no other options. But Logan didn't care. He had loved Ashley since he was a kid, he wasn't going to let anything change that. Not even at prom when the Head Cheerleader, Mary Rogers, was elected queen. Of course Ashley didn't like it much. Logan and Mary never finished their dance.

Logan was making his way back to the party when he heard the radio DJ announce free tickets to a wrestling event that was taking place not too far away. Logan never really watched professional wrestling before, nor has he ever been into it. Freshman year he tried for the schools wrestling team and won a few awards but never went back to it. Caller number seven would win free tickets. Anything free is worth checking out. He tried a few times and failed but on the third try the phone rang until someone picked up.

"Who's this?"

"My name is Logan. Logan Wolfe. Am I number seven?"

"That's right Logan you just won two tickets to see a live wrestling event in the Tacoma Dome in Tacoma, Washington! Where are you from Logan?

"Seattle. Well, Mercer Island.."

"Less than an hour drive! You've won the tickets, buddy! You excited?"

"Hell yes!"

"Stay on the line and I'll get your information."

At least something good happened to him today. He won tickets to see a live wrestling event. The night is still rather young. There's nothing else to do but to go back to the party. Logan walks back in to see that the party is finally in its prime. Young women are half nude playing poker. A few people a passed out on the couch, one if which is being drawn on by a few guys. Red and white plastic cups are scattered all over the floor, the banisters, and speakers. The music has a hard dance beat playing and lots of people are dancing in the middle of the room. Logan is looking for one person: his brother.

Logan makes his way from room to room and sees all sorts of crazy and illegal things going on. The far room of the house has different music playing: Rock. Seattle is well known for a few bands to come from the city and Logan is one major fan of most of those bands. The room is unfortunately a little dark, and full of smoke. There are different color Christmas lights loosely hung from the walls. A strobe light in one corner adds a little something to the room, but it's mostly ignored from the black lights. There in the corner of the far wall is the man Logan is looking for. He walks right to him and asks the two ladies to leave.

"Oh look, my baby brother back from his wrestling event already." Obviously a bit confused and drunk.

"What? What are you talking about?"

"Don't give me that. I heard you won those tickets. And you didn't even invite me."

"Drake. I just won those tickets ten minutes ago. It's still the same day."

Drake looks around for a moment and finds his beer and takes a sip. "I knew you wouldn't want to go without me."

"You really want to go?" Logan is surprised. He was planning on maybe selling the tickets, but if his brother wants to go then maybe it might be worth going.

"Of course I do. I caught it on TV once a while back. It wasn't all that bad. When is it?"

"Tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? Well I better get going then. Drive me home?"

"Let's go."

Chapter 3.

The curtains open and the sun shine right into Drake's eyes which instantly wakes him up. He sees it's Logan that opened the curtain and disturbed his sleep. "What time is it?"

"It's eleven. We've got to get ready soon."

"For what?"

"For the wrestling show."

"What?" He begins to sit up as if he's ready to get out of bed.

"Remember I won two tickets yesterday and I want to get there early. You need to get showered and dressed and then we can go to lunch."

"I don't want to go to some stupid wrestling event. Take Ashley or something." He grabs a pillow and sets it on his face to try and block the sun, and lays back down.

"You said last night you wanted to go. You said you liked wrestling." He grabs the pillow from drake and throws it to the other side of the bed.

"I was drunk, I just didn't want to fight about the college thing."

"Tell you what big brother, you promise to go to this thing with me and I wont bring it up all day."

"Okay.. Just give me a minute I'll be out soon." An hour later Drake finally makes his way downstairs where he is showered, dressed and ready to take on the day. "Lets go get some lunch."

Most of the day seems to drag as both brothers are anticipating the event. Neither know what to expect from the event. Logan of course drove down there and most of them just started talking about what they thought would happen. They where wrong. Wrestling gets a lot of grief from non-fans. Like it being fake. Or it just being a mans soap opera. Quite frankly Drake and Logan half thought the same things. That night they knew that no matter what anyone had to say wrestling was the greatest thing either of experienced. It was then and there that they decided that they where not going to Notre Dame or Washington State. They where not going to go to college on a football scholarship. They wanted to wrestle.

They trained hard. If they where not eating or sleeping they where learning to wrestle. The amateur wrestling helped a little. The football training helped more. They added a little of everything they knew to there own style of wrestling. They found a trainer to help then in the ring. In only six short months they trained themselves to be wrestlers. The looked all over for an opportunity to wrestle in an event worth showing up to. It wouldn't be another six months of going from city to city but they finally got a contract.

The GDW, or Global Division of Wrestling. Neither brother knew exactly what that meant. But they knew it meant one thing. They finally had a real wrestling job. Without hesitation they both signed their contracts.

"I don't know, baby, I think this is a bad idea." Ashley, Logan's girlfriend stays with him at the hotel before the night of the event.

"Why not?"

"Your just so inexperienced.."

"Babe, I have been training for this moment for the past year of my life. I can't back out now."

"But, you have to go up against four other people. Two of which are champions already!"

"I know, but what would that say if Drake and I beat them? The champions. The supposed two greatest wrestlers the GDW has to offer. It would sky rocket our careers. Even they are not the tag champions, I think it would prove to everyone that this is something that I really want. This isn't just some game to us."

"I'm not denying that at all. I am just worried that you are going to get hurt. I don't know what I'd do."

"Listen I've got to discuss some things with Drake. You make yourself as comfortable as you can here and I will be back."

Logan walks over to Drake's hotel room, which is only one room over. The door opens as if Drake knew he'd be seeing his brother. Logan walks in to see different fabrics scattered on the ground, "What's all this?"

"Baby brother, now that we are in the big leagues I thought it would be wise that we had some threads to prove it."

"What are you getting at?"

"Our wrestling gear, of course."

"I thought we would just wear what we always wore."

"Here, this is yours."

Logan opens the bag that was just handed to him and inside is revealed a pair of wrestling tights. Mostly black with a red and white wolf design on one side. Also in the bag is a matching pair of arm bands and gauntlets. A set of shin guards lay at the bottom of the bag. The colors match the tights but on the top is a shape of a W.

"Team Wolfe right, little brother?"

"This is amazing. How did you learn to do this?"

"It's not really terribly hard. But I figured if we are the next tag team champions we should go out there in style. But you got to wear your letterman jacket to the ring to get the full effect."

"Wow, I just can't believe this all happening. Seems like yesterday we went to that wrestling even back home."

"You miss it?"

"All the time. I often wonder if this was the right decision to do this. There's no way I could have gone to Notre Dame."

"Look the Notre Dame thing is the past. And there's no reason why you can't go back there some day. But now we need to focus on our match tomorrow."

"We don't know much about these people, how are we supposed to be prepared?"

"By doing what we do best baby brother, by being a Wolfe! Athleticism is on our blood. We have always excelled at everything we do. Why should this be any different?"

"You're right Drake. Lets get some sleep and finish this discussion tomorrow."

Logan walks back over to his room with his new gear and places it on the chair near the door. It is then that he and Ashley go to bed together.

Chapter 4: [ "Opportunity is the key to open the door of the Hall of Fame. After opening it with the keywords "I CAN" and pursuing the concrete set of goals with self-confidence and perseverance, you will find the VICTORY chair to relax and enjoy." ]

The dinging is echoing throughout the environment. Drake see's himself with his arm raised, his brother standing on the other side of the referee, there two hands raised in victory after the first night of Global Division of Wrestling. They are the number one contenders for the World Tag Team Championships, after only a night in the federation they have already defeated the current World Champion, another Champion, some of the biggest stars in this industry and they have already gained an opportunity at the Tag Team Championships.

Drake raises his fist with a flexing motion, fireworks blasting off around them. His eyes zone in at the prettiest girl in the stands, he winks to his brother and nod his head at her. Logan laughs and shakes his head, he knows his brother well, with a fake rolling of his eyes. Drake has always been the one to fiddle with multiple women, never one to really settle down, while Logan had the steady girlfriend that he's known since childhood. This was an especially great insult to the self proclaimed ladies men they had just beaten, here they were self proclaimed ladies men, and here Drake was getting the hottest woman in the crowd. He leaned walked up to her and grabbed her, licking his lips he pulled her into his mouth, seductive kissing in front of a loudly cheering crowd.

It was at that moment he felt the drool coming off of his mouth, his tongue darted back into his mouth, and he sit up to the ridiculous and annoying sound of the alarm clock. It was the alarm clock that he had heard in his dream, the acting victorious sound of the ring bell. He sit for a minute aggravated that it was but a dream but a sly smile spread across his face seconds later, for his dream was about to become reality..

Drake shuffled the covers off of him and onto the floor. He had slept in his jeans and T-shirt the night before, always did. He liked to be prepared in the morning, and if that meant sleeping in his clothes and showering the night before, he did that. He did not want to waste the time on showering today, he peered at himself in the mirror and slicked back the short layer of hair on the top of his head, faded with a number two guard, a slight bit of gel so it might shine for the ladies. He lifted up his T-shirt and flexed his abs, punched them twice to show there hardness, before flexing his arms in the mirror. "Hello beautiful.." he reached over towards the coat rack and tossed on his letterman's jacket. It was time to go get Logan, it was time for the pre-meditation that had guided them through their successful career as High school Football students, the very same motivation and pre meditation, that seen them get accepted into some of the most notable colleges for football, the very same, that got them the contracts in the GWD and the very same that would in time give them the right to fight for the World Tag Team Championships.

Chapter 5: [ "Open every door of opportunity, and if it appears to be locked, kick it down." ]

The brothers walked outside, Logan still whipping his eyes clean of sleepy sand. Drake with a smile on his face as his little brother tried to wake himself up. Logan's girlfriend who was coming to the event alongside him for the motivational support she always offered was doing the same. Drake always pushed his little brother, sometimes harder than necessary, but Drake took pride in doing so. He wanted his brother to be successful, he took the role of an older brother seriously, and he wanted to fill the void that the boys had since their father passed away three years prior. He pushed him a lot harder since then, and many people thought the guys would lose their way, as their father was there rock. But like they say, what we survive will only make us stronger, and the boys did just that. There bond grew stronger, and they grew stronger together as well. Team Wolfe was inseparable, even in death, and this undivided attitude is what will lead them to an unchallenged amount of success in the world of Global Wrestling.

"Long night, brother?" He laughed as he ripped the keys from his younger brother's hands. Logan's girlfriend rolled her eyes as Logan chuckled at his brother's early rising.

"Well considering you just woke me up at the ass crack of dawn, I'd say short night, is more like it." Logan points towards the darkened sky, the dawn still yet quite to reach its fullness, "It's not even morning yet brother! The night's still on."

Laughing, Drake walked over to the driver side of the car, "I bought this thing for you and you've been hogging it ever since I gave you the keys. So since you two mourning doves are yet to wake yourselves up, I am going to do the driving."

Logan nodded, he did not argue with his brother wanting to drive the car. He knew what this was really about: Drake was not driving because Logan was not awake enough yet, and they were not leaving early as if the arena was actually that far away. Drake was about to give that motivational speech that he always did. Logan, acted like it was a pain in his ass, just to spice Drake up even more - in reality, both brothers new they enjoyed these moments. It always prepared them for the upcoming events; it would prepare them for tonight.

The car roared as he started the engine and minutes later they were on their way down the highway towards their first major wrestling match and there first contenders match. Drake's face turned serious and Logan's did too. Logan's girlfriend said nothing in the back of the seat, she knew this was their time, she simply sit and listened. She knew the brothers and what they can accomplish and she too enjoyed these moments.

"Alright brother, you know what this is really about. Six months ago we would have never even dreamed of this. Yet, here we are! Tonight we get a chance to wrestle some of the biggest names in this industry. We get a chance to wrestle some of the biggest names in this particular business. The administration of the GDW, they know our worth. The fans, they are ready to see us step into the ring. The whole world is ready to watch Team Wolfe! And you know why?" Logan starts to speak but Drake continues his one way conversation. Logan grins slightly and listens intently. Ashley covers her mouth and giggles slightly in the back. "Because we are the All-American Team Brother! No worries for you Ashley because we all know Logan is a one man lady, but all the ladies want to be with us. All the men, they want to be us. All the siblings wish we were there brothers, all the parents wish we were there kids! We reach out and we touch everybody in the world. Everyone loves The Wolfe Brothers and it does not get better than us. There is no one greater, there is no one more athletically gifted, and that is why tonight as we step into the ring all of America, all of The World, is going to tune in to see what The Wolfe's can pull together and together the world will celebrate with us as we make one more step towards being the most celebrated and athletically gifted tag team in the history of this industry. Everything we do is unforgettable, everything we touch becomes untouchable, we are the best of the best and success is the only thing we ever will know. Failure is not an option, failure is not even a possibility for us, we were born winners, it's in our blood and you know what that means? It means a sad day for our opponents, because when you are in the ring with born winners, there are no other voids to be filled but the position of losers. That is the unfortunate fate of those who step into the ring with us on our opening night"

Logan is nodding intently. One would think that the boys sound cocky, that this is way over the top, but this is truly how it was high school. It's truly how it was going to be in college. It is how it will be in the Global Division of Wrestling. These boys are the living, breathing, definition of success and nothing they do will fail, and they cannot be stopped.

"You remember when we were little, Logan?"

"Sure, I remember. We had an amazing childhood."

"No, Logan. You aren't letting me finish. Do you remember what Dad said? You remember what he told us?"

Logan looks up. Their father taught and told them many things. Many things that they incorporate into their success, things that guided them through high school and things that they would take with them into the future. They held his words dearly as it was this motivation that pushed them harder than anything. They wanted to live up to their fathers expectations, he was perfection, and they too strived to be just like him. They strived to make him proud and as he motivated them beyond the grave. Drake took the opportunity to remind his brother of these words of encouragement in every pre-meditation incident. Today would be no different and he had the perfect quotation in reference to what they would face tonight.

"Dad told us to open every door of opportunity.."

Logan nodded and grinned. The two brothers heard this quote a lot of times. Logan finished the next part, "And if it appears to be locked."

They grinned together and balled up there fist, touching knuckles, they finished in unison "Kick it down.."

Drake nodded with a solemn look in his eyes. Remembering every word his father said, as if he was still whispering it into his ear today. "I have a feeling tonight our opponents are going to be rooting against us. I have a feeling this entire federation is thinking that we Wolfe brothers are a joke. They are thinking that we are going to be a fluke like I know others have been coming through here. They think we are the jokers in this mix. That the real match is between the other two teams, the teams who have been here, and have been impressive. They don't think that we have it in us. I know that brother, you know that. It's no secret.. but you know what the secret is? The secret is, me, you, and Pa, we know something they don't know. And that is going to be our success that is going to be our secret weapon, we know just how successful we can be and we know that we do have it in us. So, let them under estimate our strength, and tonight when the lights go off for them, the bright lights will be shining on us, and the entire world will know that there is a new definition for tag team: Team Wolfe! Tonight we take our fathers words, we take this opportunity that everyone believes is a locked door in our way, and we open it. Tonight we not only kick through the door of opportunity but we kick through everyone who stands in our way."

Chapter 6: [ Today's preparation determines tomorrow's achievement. ]

Team Wolfe arrived at the arena a short bit later. They did not say another word after the closing statements in the car. They let that sink into their heads, they knew it would be the core of their beginnings in the Global Division of Wrestling. They knew it would be the reason for their success. They would unlock the doors of opportunity, or break through them, and it all started tonight. It all started right now, right here, where they were standing.

They looked up at the arena. They were the first to arrive, the crew was yet to even set up the ring. The fans were yet to show up out front in hopes of seeing their heroes and villains. The merchants and arena staff was yet to do their part. They were not even sure they could get inside yet. That did not matter to them. They had to see it, they had to breathe it, and they had to put themselves into the environment. Just like in High school, they'd stand on the football field hours before the game, before practice, before the team, before the fans. During away games they'd drive out to the away fields and toss the ball back and forth in the new surroundings. They would think about it, dream about it, but more importantly they would envision it - as they knew with that vision it would be brought to life. They believed showing up early was a key to success, they liked to know and feel there environment, to get an idea of what they would be surrounded in. Like animals in the wild, like wolfs, this team of Wolfe's would adapt to any wilderness they were put into and they would survive by doing so.

They paced around the outside of the arena. Bending over and filling the dirt of the ground in between their hands, staring at themselves in the windows on the arena doors. When they were finally allowed in they walked down into the empty arena, even without the ring, and they raised their arms and took a deep breath - sucking in the air of the arena, the smell. They observed the lights, sit in the chairs. Rather than throwing a football and running plays, they ran small fake moves on each other. Fake clothesline, tag in and outs, and like closing off the hours before the game with that long vision of a touchdown pass, they pictured there special moves and the referee's count of the one, two, three.

The brothers nodded. They remained quiet still, for they needed no words to know what was next. They needed no trash talk or hatred for their opponents, they needed no gold or former achievements in the business, all they needed were the bond of brothers, all they needed and knew was success was inevitable. All they needed was to get a fill of the environment, to get a sweet taste of what was to come. They have prepared like none other. They are motivated, they are naturally gifted, they are prepared, they are Team Wolfe and absolutely nothing will stop them from achieving victory on this night.