(OOC: These next few RP's are the story of Rowan's lead into wrestling so far. his backstory if you will...)
December 27th, 2025...
The rush of the Potomac can be heard below as the shaky first person image rocks back and forth, heavy breathing an additional undertone to the footsteps clanking over the rickety, wooden bridge that appears to be of use more as a visual effect than a tool for crossing the waters that are flowing underfoot…
”You know, I’ve visited this part of the riverbank several times growing up, but I don’t recall these stories.”
The angle flips with the camera now clearly focusing on the person holding it, Rowan Vance.
”We get lots of tall tales here in Appalachia, some of them even hold weight, ring true. But I’ve never heard of a Goatman of Harpers Ferry! However, being the ever-so thorough investigator that I am, or nosey as my mom says, and not one to let you guys down, here I am investigating!”
Rowan sets down a motion detector at one end of the bridge, before slowly standing to make his way to the other end. Still, before he can, he (and we) hear what can only be described as an outrageous snarl-like sound and then suddenly something moves quickly through the brush down by the riverbank, causing Rowan to jump, which in turn makes him slip. His yell and the splash of the water become an inaudible din as we pan back to see the footage being played on a relatively modern laptop.
In his bedroom and shaking his head in mock shame is the very same Rowan Vance, sitting behind him, on the bed is his younger, more sarcastic but still fiercely loyal sister, June. She is currently almost unable to keep herself seated upright from laughing at what she’s just seen on the laptop.
”Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, dear sister of mine! But you know as well as I do, that wasn’t normal!”
”I know nothing, I heard a noise that sounded like that weird old man who sleeps down by the train yard grunting and running away, and then you fell in the river!”
Rowan shuts the laptop, making faces at June, who laughs even harder at his reaction.
”No, you’re right, it did sound a bit odd, but watching you fall was gold! Have you uploaded this yet?”
”No way, I’m a serious social commentator. If I publish this online, I’ll be a laughing stock!”
”Rowan, I came home from college for Christmas because the parental units downstairs guilt tripped me into coming… Right now, you’re my only source of entertainment! Besides, how many people in Harpers Ferry actually watch your content?”
”There’s a ton, Juney!”
June tilts her head and raises an eyebrow…
”Ok, ok… A handful.”
June pushes her face forward, widening her eyes more and giving Rowan the “sure, Jan!” Look.
“Okay, okay, fine! One….”
”And that just happens to be…?”
The teasing look on Rowan’s sister’s face wasn’t appreciated, and he knew that one person was her. Still, he was used to her way of speaking to him, hell, he was used to her existence period, it was who she was and who she was, was June Vance, photography major at NYU and one of the only people he could trust with everything… Speaking of everything…
”And what about the other thing?”
”Oh, yeah, I received an email this morning, actually.”
June looked at the bedroom door, knowing this conversation wasn’t for their parents' ears and shuffled closer, almost kneeling on the floor while Rowan stood and walked to his mini fridge, pulling a can of Dr. Pepper out and handing it to his sister, grabbing a second and cracking it open.
”Well? What happened?”
”I’ve signed a contract baby sis. I move south right after new year.”
”And you tell mom and dad when?”
Now it was Rowan’s turn to make the “come on now” face. June chuckled as she cracked her own Dr. Pepper open.
”Okay, okay… So where is it? Miami, right?”
”Yeah, day and a half if I feel like driving to see you in NYU… Or vice versa. Three hours if we fly, just under a day by AmTrak…”
”Well let’s be honest, big brother… One of us is a student, the other is a professional Wrestler…”
”Erm, potential.”
”Bonifide! Besides my point is only one of us can afford the journey, so it’s very likely you’ll be visiting me in The Big Apple! Besides, I could introduce you to my friend Vicki.”
Rowan flips June off as they both laugh. Vicki is a friend of his sisters that he’d spoken to once or twice over the phone and face-timed with, when chatting to his sister. He walks to the window, looking out over the mountain range in the distance.
”Well I’m pretty sure you wanna visit Little Havana, so maybe I’ll buy you a ticket to come see me… And maybe you can bring Vicki with you.”
Rowan winks, before he yawns and stretches. June stands up, taking another mouthful of her Dr. Pepper before reaching for the door handle.
”Okay big bro I get the hint… I will talk to you in the morning, hey I’m sorry if I never said thank you for cooking the Christmas Dinner this year, I’m surprised aunt Janet let you anywhere near the oven…”
”Well with her arthritis and all that I think she felt like I was her savior… and you’re welcome June-Bug”
June laughs and pushes him away as he reaches out to ruffle her hair. She turns as she floats out of the door, closing it behind her. He turns back toward his bed, flicking off the light as he drops onto it and closes his eyes…
January 2nd, 2026...
He looks at his watch as he stands there in the cold, as we get a full view of the image we see that it’s Rowan Vance. The time on the watch reads 2:15am and he’s standing outside the doors of a Greyhound bus as the driver loads his suitcase into the exterior compartment.
He looks at his ticket and jumps onto the bus, walking the aisle to find his seat… He places the rucksack he’s also carrying underneath and slides in. He opens his phone, reading the email his parents had sent him the night before but told him not to open until he was on the bus. He really believed his mom was gonna be upset with him so it took him a while to let her know.
But she wasn’t… She was going to miss him as the email stated but she knew he was growing up, she knew he has been wanting this since he first sat down and watched wrestling as a kid and she knew he was going to be big.
She also promised that his parents would come and visit him in Miami once he was settled… He closed out the email and pulled up his YouTube app and clicks Go Live…
”Good morning to all you early risers, or you guys and girls who haven’t slept yet. This is a different kind of livestream, because for the next thirty hours, you’ll be riding along with me on my journey from Harpers Ferry to Miami and the eWo! I will probably share some subscriber stories along the way but this live is more about me and my wrestling journey! So thanks for locking in and stick with me!”
Rowan leans back slightly as we pan off, watching the bus hiss as the doors close and it pulls away, leaving us to fade to black...
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