Post by The eXtremist on Sept 24, 2005 17:53:41 GMT -5
[Immune's Dead - RP #1]
Pissed off and angry, as usual, we can only imagine what is running threw the empty mind of Rodney Paine. Last week on VWA Slam, Paine was Powerbombed dead into a Locker by one of the toughest men in Valor, Immune. Immune and Paine go way back, but neither man could stand the other one. Constant bickering caused these two to come to blows at all times. When the dust settled, these two found themselves in different feds. But fate reunited them in VWA, or most commonly known as Valor. Now this sunday is VWA's second PPV, Valor Before Glory. We are treated to a giant main event between Brandon Bailey defending his VWA World Heavyweight Championship against the challenger, and favorite, Zmaster. But Immune, that cold bastard ruined whatever chance Paine had of being on the card. Paine was all ready and set to face anybody willing and able, but thanks to Immune, Paine has been placed on the shelf for an unlimited amount of time. Immune's dead.
We open up to find a white man laying in a hospital bed. Lights come down on him as he lays there by himself. A TV above the door is seen playing. To be exact, its MTV's "The Real World". We see Rodney Paine as the white man who is laying down in the bed in a hospital gown with stitches above his eye and forehead. His arms lay firm at his side with his legs stretched out, positioned upwards. His eyes are shut, but the TV is still going on. From the small speaker next to Paine's ear, we can hear the words "Bitch", "Fuck you", and "I wish you'd die". Some harsh words. Paine suddenly pops up, jolted by a nightmare that might've rushed threw his mind. The door of his room swings open and we come to see a pretty good looking nurse standing there with a clipboard in her hand. She walks over to Paine's bed and checks his forehead really quick before writing down something on the clipboard.
Nurse: Are you feeling alright Rodney?
Rodney Paine: Yeah Nurse Shaw, I'm feeling fine. Is there any other damage's done to me?
Nurse: Well aside from the back injury you sustained, and the stitches you recieved, your good to go in a day. Your fiancee will be here to pick you up.
Rodney Paine: Okay thank you. Can I get a cup of warm Cocoa, please? It'd help me feel better.
Nurse: Sure thing Rodney.
The nurse walks out of the room with a smile on her face. Rodney continues to sit up, taking his pale while hands and rubbing it threw his bushy brown hair. He continues to do so, in the process pulling some of his hair out. In a moment of anger, he just throws the hair on the floor, and quickly slaps the bed ends.
Rodney Paine: Camera man, come closer. He comes up close to Rodney's eyes. His black eyes are seen practically burning red with fire and passion. Do any of you know what I'm mad? I'm sure some of you should. I was just manhandled and mauled by that jacked up freak. You know who I mean - Immune. We NEVER liked eachother, and it was quite obvious with the stiff shots we'd give eachother in matches. But what happened last week on Slam was taking things way out of proportion. He beat me up badly, I admit it, but he didn't win the war. The fight has only begun. Immune has failed greatly to realize that I am someone who shouldn't be taken for a grain of salt, and that I do have a purpose - A purpose to cause pain. Paine is my name, and pain is just what I like to inflict on my opponent. Valor is going to give me my chance to do that, and if they don't, I'm going to take it.
Immune, you didn't like me slapping you across the face, fine. No man could handle a slap across the face, but you putting your hands on me and throwing me threw a locker was just wrong. You put me in this hospital bed, your the reason I'm wearing a back brace, your the reason I have these stitches on my forehead. Your the reason I'm losing money because I'm paying for my hospital bill. I can't get out of this place, Immune. I still have two days to go before I'm done with doctors plugging holes in me to check my status, and seeing if I'll be able to go back in the ring and hurt more victims. And I swear to god, if I can't wrestle, I will make sure Immune goes down one way or another. Whether it be threw my brothers, or whether I climb down to the ring in a wheelchair or crutches and beat you with whatever force I can use.
Now I don't fear you. You may be over 100 pounds bigger than me. You may be more jacked. More ripped. But that doesn't scare me, dude. I have beaten 500 pound GOLIATHS compared to you. Your just a needle in a haystack. But you taking me away from what I love to do is wrong. And now, I am going to put a damper on you. I will be there this sunday at Valor Before Glory to see Saku, You, and Juba get it on in a 3 Way. And trust me, I will be watching from the sidelines in my wheelchair to see if things are good to go. But Immune, trust me, with the plan I've been cooking up, there's no way your walking out of Valor Before Glory this sunday on both legs and without a scratch on your body. You won't know whether I hit you before the match, during the match, after the match, hell, when your in the shower or on your way to the hotel. I will get my hands on you when I leave the hospital. And when I get out of this wheelchair, I'll be saving it just for you!
... Immune... is dead!
The intensity just shown by Paine is now slowly burning out. The nurse comes back in the hot cup of Cocoa. She slowly hands it to Rodney as he takes a sip and goes back to lay down. The nurse leaves, and Rodney places the hot cup on the table next to him. The scene for us fades out.
Pissed off and angry, as usual, we can only imagine what is running threw the empty mind of Rodney Paine. Last week on VWA Slam, Paine was Powerbombed dead into a Locker by one of the toughest men in Valor, Immune. Immune and Paine go way back, but neither man could stand the other one. Constant bickering caused these two to come to blows at all times. When the dust settled, these two found themselves in different feds. But fate reunited them in VWA, or most commonly known as Valor. Now this sunday is VWA's second PPV, Valor Before Glory. We are treated to a giant main event between Brandon Bailey defending his VWA World Heavyweight Championship against the challenger, and favorite, Zmaster. But Immune, that cold bastard ruined whatever chance Paine had of being on the card. Paine was all ready and set to face anybody willing and able, but thanks to Immune, Paine has been placed on the shelf for an unlimited amount of time. Immune's dead.
We open up to find a white man laying in a hospital bed. Lights come down on him as he lays there by himself. A TV above the door is seen playing. To be exact, its MTV's "The Real World". We see Rodney Paine as the white man who is laying down in the bed in a hospital gown with stitches above his eye and forehead. His arms lay firm at his side with his legs stretched out, positioned upwards. His eyes are shut, but the TV is still going on. From the small speaker next to Paine's ear, we can hear the words "Bitch", "Fuck you", and "I wish you'd die". Some harsh words. Paine suddenly pops up, jolted by a nightmare that might've rushed threw his mind. The door of his room swings open and we come to see a pretty good looking nurse standing there with a clipboard in her hand. She walks over to Paine's bed and checks his forehead really quick before writing down something on the clipboard.
Nurse: Are you feeling alright Rodney?
Rodney Paine: Yeah Nurse Shaw, I'm feeling fine. Is there any other damage's done to me?
Nurse: Well aside from the back injury you sustained, and the stitches you recieved, your good to go in a day. Your fiancee will be here to pick you up.
Rodney Paine: Okay thank you. Can I get a cup of warm Cocoa, please? It'd help me feel better.
Nurse: Sure thing Rodney.
The nurse walks out of the room with a smile on her face. Rodney continues to sit up, taking his pale while hands and rubbing it threw his bushy brown hair. He continues to do so, in the process pulling some of his hair out. In a moment of anger, he just throws the hair on the floor, and quickly slaps the bed ends.
Rodney Paine: Camera man, come closer. He comes up close to Rodney's eyes. His black eyes are seen practically burning red with fire and passion. Do any of you know what I'm mad? I'm sure some of you should. I was just manhandled and mauled by that jacked up freak. You know who I mean - Immune. We NEVER liked eachother, and it was quite obvious with the stiff shots we'd give eachother in matches. But what happened last week on Slam was taking things way out of proportion. He beat me up badly, I admit it, but he didn't win the war. The fight has only begun. Immune has failed greatly to realize that I am someone who shouldn't be taken for a grain of salt, and that I do have a purpose - A purpose to cause pain. Paine is my name, and pain is just what I like to inflict on my opponent. Valor is going to give me my chance to do that, and if they don't, I'm going to take it.
Immune, you didn't like me slapping you across the face, fine. No man could handle a slap across the face, but you putting your hands on me and throwing me threw a locker was just wrong. You put me in this hospital bed, your the reason I'm wearing a back brace, your the reason I have these stitches on my forehead. Your the reason I'm losing money because I'm paying for my hospital bill. I can't get out of this place, Immune. I still have two days to go before I'm done with doctors plugging holes in me to check my status, and seeing if I'll be able to go back in the ring and hurt more victims. And I swear to god, if I can't wrestle, I will make sure Immune goes down one way or another. Whether it be threw my brothers, or whether I climb down to the ring in a wheelchair or crutches and beat you with whatever force I can use.
Now I don't fear you. You may be over 100 pounds bigger than me. You may be more jacked. More ripped. But that doesn't scare me, dude. I have beaten 500 pound GOLIATHS compared to you. Your just a needle in a haystack. But you taking me away from what I love to do is wrong. And now, I am going to put a damper on you. I will be there this sunday at Valor Before Glory to see Saku, You, and Juba get it on in a 3 Way. And trust me, I will be watching from the sidelines in my wheelchair to see if things are good to go. But Immune, trust me, with the plan I've been cooking up, there's no way your walking out of Valor Before Glory this sunday on both legs and without a scratch on your body. You won't know whether I hit you before the match, during the match, after the match, hell, when your in the shower or on your way to the hotel. I will get my hands on you when I leave the hospital. And when I get out of this wheelchair, I'll be saving it just for you!
... Immune... is dead!
The intensity just shown by Paine is now slowly burning out. The nurse comes back in the hot cup of Cocoa. She slowly hands it to Rodney as he takes a sip and goes back to lay down. The nurse leaves, and Rodney places the hot cup on the table next to him. The scene for us fades out.
