Post by tibbs on Aug 9, 2005 16:03:44 GMT -5
[Fade In]
Open scene to a VWA locker-room. Several lockers line the wall, and two solid oak benches rest on the floor, and draped across one of those benches, is a white towel.
"Welcome."
The voice that speaks the word steps from off camera. Though his back is to us, his physique is unmistakable. Wide, standing six-foot two, and weighing a dominating two hundred and seventy five pounds of muscle. He takes the towel off the bench and pats his face and chest. He drapes it over his left shoulder and turns around...we now stare face-to-face with "The Man."
"This," <Ron waves his arms to either side, displaying his surroundings.> "is the VWA. I've only been here two days and I have already had the privilege to witness one of the most exciting live wrestling events ever. I walked into these halls, spoke little more than a few words, and now I have the go ahead to proceeded to dismantle and dismember all that stand in my path."
"The Man" takes the towel off his shoulder and tosses it into the locker. He then pulls out the picture of the various VWA titles given to all the members of the locker room.
"These would be a nice addition to my rather drab wardrobe, and it reminds me of my past titles from a year ago; and what wonderful days they were."
Ron sits down on the bench, still looking the picture of the titles.
"I remember them like it was yesterday. I entered in a fifteen-man battle royal for my debut match; I ranked four before being tossed by a hulking brute known only as Samoa; one of the few wrestlers stronger than me in that region. After that, I had to beg and plead for a match from the president. He had a full booking, and wasn’t able to do much for me with the entire roster having precedence over me, so I had to think. I went out of my way, talking to various superstars to sign an exhibition match with me. After several weeks, someone named Skitzo was the first to answer my call and the first to get a Reality Check."
"For months after that, I decimated opponent after opponent, capturing the Polynesian Title, and proving myself to be a force of reckoning to allies and adversaries alike. None could compare to me, and when the Heavyweight Champion needed a partner, there were few else he thought capable enough to have his back. We were a tremendous force, for a short while. 'The Man and Samoa', we called ourselves. I watched his back through thick and thin. I fended off opposition after opposition, almost at the cost of my Polynesian Title. Samoa knew that I could trust him, the problem came when I needed lean on my trust in him."
"The Man" puts the picture down on to the bench and stares into camera.
"One day I was scheduled to defend my title against someone called Shinjuko. He was a former Toughman Champion, but not really a threat; I’ve beaten superstars ten times his caliber before. Unfortunately, he had weapons, in a no weapons match. He also had friends, and they too, had weapons. I had only called two people friend in my career. One of those men, Rowan, was out on a medical leave with a dislocated shoulder, the other, was Samoa."
"Where was Samoa when I was jumped by four people and pummeled with weapons? Even if just one of them could have been held off that I could get my bearing, I would have been all right. But no, I was assaulted, a bad decision was made by the ref, and I lost my Polynesian Title. It was then that I saw the light. I opened my eyes for the very first time, and I was not pleased by what I saw. I saw that while I was laying down the law, Samoa was still sitting pretty on top of the world, his title still firmly in place, and looking down on me. The owner of the company asked me several times if I wanted a match sanctioned to wrestle Samoa for the title, but I always declined. 'He’s my friend,' I would say, 'and friends don’t challenge friends,' but I was the fool."
"You see; friends also do not leave friends to their own devices. Samoa was never left for want of back up; I was always there for him. But when was he ever there for me? So with anger budding in my soul, a black seed planted in my heart, and vengeance brewing in my brain, I set out to do the impossible...
...I set out to destroy everyone in the fed."
Tibbs stands up and tenses his body. The tensing of his body shows the rippling of his muscles. The rippling of his muscles only hints at the power being supressed by the mind of "The Man".
"Through hard work and much determination, I succeeded. I entered the Struggle to Survive, and was placed in the South Eastern division. Everyone said it was the most difficult division to be in, hell; you had people like the Toughman Champion, the first STS’s runner-up was in it too, and let’s not forget the most feared man in PWA history, me. I fought long and hard, putting my body through the most complex levels of strain imaginable, and in the end, it all paid off. Many men have laid claim to being the best in the business, but only one has proven it, and that man is me. I defeated everyone, and do you know why I did it? I did it all to get to this point. All to get back to the states and power through the new force in the wrestling world...the VWA."
"The Man" flexes, slapping chest and punching his left palm with his right fist.
"The entire time I was fighting my way through the others, I was thinking only of getting to this point. You can imagine my dismay when I found out that there was no VWA champion crowned yet...after all that work. My plan was to come in, run straight through, and dismantle the VWA pride and joy. I thought, it must be...destiny...perhaps it was simply not yet meant to be. And then I got the call..."
"...A returning Steven Lynch called me yesterday morning. He said he had some business to discuss with me, he told me to come to see him that night; the night of Slam. He came, and he sat back-stage and told me that I would have to face a nobody named Rodney Paine in my debut match. Imagine the frustration that his words brought to me. The most powerful force in the VWA does not get to deliver The Message to an established star, but I have to instead bury someone not even considered a mid carder at best. I could barely contain myself, but I did. I thought about it. One chance, one opportunity, one night to show the lockerroom just exactly how I plan to power my way to the top."
"You wanna know something Paine? When I heard that I’d have the opportunity to give you a Reality Check; I told Lynch that I’d do it for free. I’m not even going to earn a paycheck for beating you senseless, because getting the opportunity to make a first impression in the VWA is more than enough payment. I hope you don't think that my debut will make this match between us a civilized one? If you do, then you are a fool to believe such nonsense. This is not just a debut, it’s not just for the ratings or the money, and it’s nowhere near personal; it’s about me burning an image of dominance into peoples' minds, and I don’t plan on taking any prisoners."
"The Man" starts to leave, then stops to look at the camera over his shoulder with a half turn.
"There’s a storm coming, Paine, and I’m coming for you...
...VWA, you want some? Come get some!"
[Fade to Black]
Open scene to a VWA locker-room. Several lockers line the wall, and two solid oak benches rest on the floor, and draped across one of those benches, is a white towel.
"Welcome."
The voice that speaks the word steps from off camera. Though his back is to us, his physique is unmistakable. Wide, standing six-foot two, and weighing a dominating two hundred and seventy five pounds of muscle. He takes the towel off the bench and pats his face and chest. He drapes it over his left shoulder and turns around...we now stare face-to-face with "The Man."
"This," <Ron waves his arms to either side, displaying his surroundings.> "is the VWA. I've only been here two days and I have already had the privilege to witness one of the most exciting live wrestling events ever. I walked into these halls, spoke little more than a few words, and now I have the go ahead to proceeded to dismantle and dismember all that stand in my path."
"The Man" takes the towel off his shoulder and tosses it into the locker. He then pulls out the picture of the various VWA titles given to all the members of the locker room.
"These would be a nice addition to my rather drab wardrobe, and it reminds me of my past titles from a year ago; and what wonderful days they were."
Ron sits down on the bench, still looking the picture of the titles.
"I remember them like it was yesterday. I entered in a fifteen-man battle royal for my debut match; I ranked four before being tossed by a hulking brute known only as Samoa; one of the few wrestlers stronger than me in that region. After that, I had to beg and plead for a match from the president. He had a full booking, and wasn’t able to do much for me with the entire roster having precedence over me, so I had to think. I went out of my way, talking to various superstars to sign an exhibition match with me. After several weeks, someone named Skitzo was the first to answer my call and the first to get a Reality Check."
"For months after that, I decimated opponent after opponent, capturing the Polynesian Title, and proving myself to be a force of reckoning to allies and adversaries alike. None could compare to me, and when the Heavyweight Champion needed a partner, there were few else he thought capable enough to have his back. We were a tremendous force, for a short while. 'The Man and Samoa', we called ourselves. I watched his back through thick and thin. I fended off opposition after opposition, almost at the cost of my Polynesian Title. Samoa knew that I could trust him, the problem came when I needed lean on my trust in him."
"The Man" puts the picture down on to the bench and stares into camera.
"One day I was scheduled to defend my title against someone called Shinjuko. He was a former Toughman Champion, but not really a threat; I’ve beaten superstars ten times his caliber before. Unfortunately, he had weapons, in a no weapons match. He also had friends, and they too, had weapons. I had only called two people friend in my career. One of those men, Rowan, was out on a medical leave with a dislocated shoulder, the other, was Samoa."
"Where was Samoa when I was jumped by four people and pummeled with weapons? Even if just one of them could have been held off that I could get my bearing, I would have been all right. But no, I was assaulted, a bad decision was made by the ref, and I lost my Polynesian Title. It was then that I saw the light. I opened my eyes for the very first time, and I was not pleased by what I saw. I saw that while I was laying down the law, Samoa was still sitting pretty on top of the world, his title still firmly in place, and looking down on me. The owner of the company asked me several times if I wanted a match sanctioned to wrestle Samoa for the title, but I always declined. 'He’s my friend,' I would say, 'and friends don’t challenge friends,' but I was the fool."
"You see; friends also do not leave friends to their own devices. Samoa was never left for want of back up; I was always there for him. But when was he ever there for me? So with anger budding in my soul, a black seed planted in my heart, and vengeance brewing in my brain, I set out to do the impossible...
...I set out to destroy everyone in the fed."
Tibbs stands up and tenses his body. The tensing of his body shows the rippling of his muscles. The rippling of his muscles only hints at the power being supressed by the mind of "The Man".
"Through hard work and much determination, I succeeded. I entered the Struggle to Survive, and was placed in the South Eastern division. Everyone said it was the most difficult division to be in, hell; you had people like the Toughman Champion, the first STS’s runner-up was in it too, and let’s not forget the most feared man in PWA history, me. I fought long and hard, putting my body through the most complex levels of strain imaginable, and in the end, it all paid off. Many men have laid claim to being the best in the business, but only one has proven it, and that man is me. I defeated everyone, and do you know why I did it? I did it all to get to this point. All to get back to the states and power through the new force in the wrestling world...the VWA."
"The Man" flexes, slapping chest and punching his left palm with his right fist.
"The entire time I was fighting my way through the others, I was thinking only of getting to this point. You can imagine my dismay when I found out that there was no VWA champion crowned yet...after all that work. My plan was to come in, run straight through, and dismantle the VWA pride and joy. I thought, it must be...destiny...perhaps it was simply not yet meant to be. And then I got the call..."
"...A returning Steven Lynch called me yesterday morning. He said he had some business to discuss with me, he told me to come to see him that night; the night of Slam. He came, and he sat back-stage and told me that I would have to face a nobody named Rodney Paine in my debut match. Imagine the frustration that his words brought to me. The most powerful force in the VWA does not get to deliver The Message to an established star, but I have to instead bury someone not even considered a mid carder at best. I could barely contain myself, but I did. I thought about it. One chance, one opportunity, one night to show the lockerroom just exactly how I plan to power my way to the top."
"You wanna know something Paine? When I heard that I’d have the opportunity to give you a Reality Check; I told Lynch that I’d do it for free. I’m not even going to earn a paycheck for beating you senseless, because getting the opportunity to make a first impression in the VWA is more than enough payment. I hope you don't think that my debut will make this match between us a civilized one? If you do, then you are a fool to believe such nonsense. This is not just a debut, it’s not just for the ratings or the money, and it’s nowhere near personal; it’s about me burning an image of dominance into peoples' minds, and I don’t plan on taking any prisoners."
"The Man" starts to leave, then stops to look at the camera over his shoulder with a half turn.
"There’s a storm coming, Paine, and I’m coming for you...
...VWA, you want some? Come get some!"
[Fade to Black]
, but try to focus more on the now in your next rp. 