WWE-The Imperfect Grind


THE IMPERFECT GRIND

WRITTEN BY ZARIUS


The dreamer can daydream for so long before the sands finish slipping through the hour glass, and the dream is over.

The dream had seemingly passed, but he knew the opportunities had not yet ceased to settle

As he stormed into Vince McMahon’s office, the dreamer focused on adjusting his vision, fixated on the road signs that led to the grand event known as Wrestlemania, and the prize at the end of the rope.

He had champions in his corner, a slew of Youtube vloggers who had made their case for what was due him. He would plead his case to the Authority. He felt certain that this time were more clear on who they wanted to headline the grand stage against the beast incarnate Brock Lesnar

All they needed to hear were the voices of the disenchanted. Of the people.

Those in attendance in Philadelphia had made their voices heard too. They had rejected the sultan of ‘suffering succotash’, the man who could make even a crowd deeply entrenched in appreciation of wrestling lore boo a run-in and endorsement by the People’s Champion. The crowd had rejected Roman Reigns, and would hopefully continue to reject him

He opened the doors of Vince’s office. He was met with cold, dead stares. There was a creative meeting in place. Some demanded to know what the dreamer was doing here unannounced.

Some burst into fits of laughter, knowing exactly why the dreamer was doing here.

“This is no laughing matter” said the dreamer. “No matter what you and some opposed to me on the internet may believe, to most of those who pay good money and indulge in great appreciation for this art form, I am professional wrestling, I was cheated out of the rumble, the people all know it, they want me dead centre in the main event of Wrestlemania, I just know it”

“Curtis, do you remember the “genesis” speech you cut on NXT years ago? That alone makes Roman look like Edgar Allan Poe in terms of precision promos”

“But…I…was an intercontinental champion, I have beaten the likes of Wade Barret and The Miz”

“Barret loses every week and Miz is a loser every year”

“I teamed with Ryback”

“And he’s barely recovered from THAT” pointed out a writer.

“I was a Heyman guy”

“Paul E is the kiss of death for anyone who isn’t Lesnar, just ask Cesaro”

“These are all credentials you can’t diminish with a few minor ‘buts’ in the details” replied Curtis

“We can dismiss them when we see how many butts in the seats those accolades generated, ZERO” snapped back Michael Hayes

“My point I was unjustly denied my Rumble entrance by Eric Rowan, I have a legal right to the championship, this has happened before and been approved”

“Oh yeah?” said a writer, “Who else?”

Curtis twiddled his fingers apprehensively, “Maven” he said.

The uproar of laughter was enough to send the dreamer well on his way out of the door

Curtis Axel, the dreamer, thought back on his career, and how much he had gone up against the day to day politicking of the professional wrestling world

How much of it could he still take?

He took a photograph out from his jeans and looked on it fondly.

He looked to his blood. He looked to his family, and to his father.

His perfect father.

“How did you manage it Dad?” Curtis asked the kind hearted soul in the photo.

Curtis Axel, a Henning, lifted up his head and walked back down the corridors, and thought ahead to another day. Be it another edition of Main Event, be it another outing on Superstars, he would work against the Imperfect Grind, he would be the canary in the coal mine, and he would make as few butts in the seats as possible marvel at the diamond detail he would craft in the ring.

He would earn his respect. If not from the writers, if not from Vince, if not from fans, then for himself and his own family

And that would be enough

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11009597/1/The-Imperfect-Grind

Power Rangers Operation Overdrive-Once A Ranger Overhauled

Fixed the aspect ratio

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I’ve been working on this one for the last three days. It’s general consensus that this one is almost irredeemable in it’s original presentation. While I don’t know if I can necessarily salvage all of it, I have tried to strip it down to just the essentials and make it a tighter regular-length presentation. Amongst the changes made are: -Classic Saban season-style pre-credit sequence -Alternative introduction to the veteran Rangers (no Stonehenge/Koichisplosion fest) -No “Rangers quit their day job” sub-plot I did two versions of this edit, one where Mack goes off in search of Excelsior alone and confronted by Thrax, and one with the Rangers already at the statue minus the confrontation with Thrax. The one uploaded is the former, I have plans to upload the latter in future

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Spider-Girl-Delicate Strings

SPIDER-GIRL:

DELICATE STRINGS

WRITTEN BY ZARIUS


Note: Well, as any fan of Mayday knows, ASM#8 sees her return to the printed page as part of the Spider-Verse comics event. Alas, it seems Dan Slott has chosen to put her and her family through the emotional wringer. I know some of you are probably upset by this, but hey, look on the bright side, this could easily be retconned down the road as one of many similar alternate realitys.

Relax. It’s comics. The continuous positive and negative of this business is this:

Everything is temporary.

DC’s Helena Wayne was killed off in Crisis on Infinite Earths, and she’s currently active as Huntress again. Hell, all of Earth-2 was destroyed once in the same event, and has since been restored/rebooted

So here’s a little story to keep some fresh hope alive until the day Marvel gives Mayday stability again. There’s no true despair without it!

-Zarius


Disclaimer: Mayday and the MC2 Universe are owned and trademarked by Marvel Comics.

My name is May Parker, I am the daughter of Spider-Man, and I’m not allowed to take strange things home with me.

That’s the rule.

It’s occasionally bent when push comes to shove, but anything that could pose a true danger to the family need not be invited so readily into the Parker household.

This is a tad different. It poses no danger. At least not to anyone staring inside the window, looking within the worlds on offer like they were a snow globe

No, this is something that affects only the mind.

In my hand I hold the Quantum Bolt. Recovered from the Neither Prisms by a contingent of Spider-Men led by a version of my father that had been seasoned in multi-dimensional experience. That and a few other hang-ups.

He told me my mom was made out of H20 in his universe. Very weird.

He also told me to take this to my dad, he said he’d understand. He had helped recover the bolt once before from the Frightful Four.

It is said it can create and sustain a whole multi-verse. Not just one world or two, but a vast infinite realm of possibility.

Most of the time the bolt was used to channel positive messages, and as a result it created worlds with positive outcomes. But then it became corrupted by the High Evolutionary of the Counter-Earth once visited by the Spider-Man that had seemingly seen the unlimited scope of every possible reality. The bolt was injected with a type-A disruptive pathogen forged from the blood of a cloned chaos demon. The Quantum Bolt began corrupting and disrupting the otherwise perfectly stable realitys, infecting the thoughts and feelings of the people inhabiting it’s network of parallel worlds, causing them to act out-of-character.

I recall the strange dreams I had not too long ago, nightmares of a brand new day that invited big time change, only to lead to less than superior heartbreak.

My mom told me we Parkers would never break like that in real life.

The nightmares continued even after that. I dreamt a whole plethora of hunters called “Inheritors” came looking for my family seeking to feast on something called Totem energy, they broke into our house and burned it to the ground. Nobody was safe. Not Mom, not Dad. Not even Wes.

Wes. I have to keep him safe from the strange, strange things I bring home to us.

So many responsibilities.

I took a peek inside the bolt, a small triangular orb held aloft within a glass hexagon prism, tiny nebulas dancing around each other, nested together like bees in a hive.

It was like looking through a kaleidoscope. The bolt sensed it was being observed, and it opened it’s realms to the splinter of my eye. I saw the corruption first hand, the inversions, the axis, the avenged and the x in the equation, disassembling, reassembling, I saw the Other, I saw the totem, I saw the Silk, I saw the turn of the cat, I saw…

…Nonsense.

Utter. Nonsense.

My mom would turn and mock the strange let alone face it. The High-Evolutionary had sacrificed consistency of character for inane stunts that flew in the face of how the heroes of my world, the heroes of many reality’s, acted. This was an anti-verse, a nexus of improbable decision making and poor choices.

What manner of evolution do you call this?

Of course, I realized this was the counter-Earth Evolutionary, so it would make sense out of how counter-productive this all was.

And worse, I glimpsed worlds where my nightmares had come true.

The bolt’s nature remains a mystery, it contains within a fragment of space and time, what if every creeping thought, every fear, every weakness, had been channelled into the bolt like a conduit? What if the bolt in turn channelled it out?

Chicken and the egg syndrome. What passed through first?

The strings that bind this web of life together are delicate, and it surprises me that we Parkers can be made to look as fragile as butter in these worlds of negative consequences

I need to bring the strange homeward. I need to tell my dad, and we need to fulfil a promise.

No matter who ore what comes looking for the Quantum Bolt, we Parkers will not scatter, we will not flee.

We will fight.

We will endure.

And we will survive.

That is the only possibility I will tolerate.

As for why the bolt is within my hands, what my dad needs to know, these questions are best left to the future.

And there’s a good possibility my dad will ground me for bending the rule in that forthcoming future.

THE END…FOR NOW

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10724523/1/Delicate-Strings

Doctor Who-Deep Breath

Deep Breath CD

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A 48-minute trim of Peter Capaldi’s debut story as the Twelfth Doctor, with no cameo from Missy, also cut from the episode are the more slapstick moments (yes, that includes Clara getting clobbered by the Times), shortening Capladi’s flapping about with the dinosaur, and an all new pre-credits sequence, putting the murderous affairs of Half-Face Man to the forefront of viewer’s attention.

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Doctor Who-The Name of The Doctor

The Name of the Doctor

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If there’s one thing I can’t stress enough as a writer and as a viewer, is that you should not have the big surprise spoiled minutes in advance of your episode. Second, what is WITH the whole “Clara tells Bill which ship to take” when it was clearly established in “The Doctor’s Wife” the TARDIS picked Bill and not the other way around. Time can be rewritten? Well episodes can be re-edited, so the whole pre-credits bollocks gets replaced pretty soundly with “Clarence and the Whispermen” and the original sequence is bumped up to the episode’s climax. Yowza!

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Doctor Who-The Ultimate Foe

:Ulimate foe

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At first you don’t succeed, try again

This is a repost of an earlier edit, only this time it has slightly modified some more to include Pip and Jane Baker as credited co-writers in addition to Robert Holmes. The aspect ratio has also been fixed so nothing looks squashed.

Original Details:

-The episode opens with Glitz and Mel being transported to the Trial’s base station. It gives the whole story a “full circle” feel seeing as the Trial begins with the TARDIS being intercepted and sent down there

-Mostly everything plays out as is until we get to the beach. I managed to edit out the original cliffhanger with the hands coming out of the sands and replaced it with the nerve gas approaching Six’n’Glitz (the transistion is smoothed over by the Valeyard’s daunting laugh)

-Mel being tripped up by the Keeper of the Matrix (and her getting revenge later) is cut. I felt that whole routine was far too childish a runaround made to further delay characters.

-As a result of this being cut, Mel whingeing about the fake trial later on is cut.

-Finally, as a climax, I took the opportunity to end the edit just as Six says “I was about to be sentenced I believe?”, this allows me to remove the three cardinal sins of the original version’s conclusion. The Peri/Ycarnos “wuv” screengrab, the infamous “Carrot Juice” exchange and echo, and the pantomime reveal the Valeyard is alive and well. Also I think ending it on “I was about to be sentenced” makes for a nifty meta commentary on Colin’s own fate as The Doctor if you know your behind-the-scenes history

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