Post by Stasis on Jul 5, 2010 13:03:23 GMT -5
Death is infallible, we have all experienced it at some level, but for most it is an intermittent thing in our daily lives. But across the globe, the vise grip of death takes hold and the gnarled fingers of death squeeze the life out of thousands in the world. Many think death to be an inscrutable thing, and dread its coming. But alike to many things that mere men cannot comprehend, death can be two faced through its enigmatic nature as it can bring both hope and despair, for some believe death to be but a vessel to a better place while others dread the touch of death. Being very much the physical incarnation of death, The Undertaker possesses the mindset to be two faced and through this characteristic, The Phenom has shown just how fickle the crowd truly are. Nigh eight weeks prior to the Royal Rumble pay per view, the Thy WWE Universe would boo Undertaker stridently as he made his way to the ring to compete. Now, having rejuvenated himself with the taste of glory in the Royal Rumble and building a head full of steam towards Wrestlemania (with intentions of vanquishing current champion CM Punk) the fans have thoroughly backed him. The Undertaker has assumed the form of death which symbolises hope and new life, but in this life will be in the form of an era, where Punk has been dethroned as the WWE Champion. However, The Phenom seems to have acquired and enemy of sorts, from his glory in the Royal Rumble match; Randy Orton. Randy flouted his past accomplishments and accolades prior to the contest and neglected to put his entire focus on the task at hand, Orton seemed to assume that through his heritage, his history and his recent success that the Royal Rumble was to be taken lightly. Unfortunately for the young Orton, he suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of The Celtic Warrior, Sheamus, who put on a great showing with an injury before ultimately being injured by The Undertaker. Tonight, two of the biggest names on Raw go head to head in the squared circle and Orton gains a chance to prove himself, to show the fans that his upset at the Rumble isn’t something they should get used to and he can do that by getting the three count on the 2010 Royal Rumble winner. Among many other things, death evokes powerful feelings of trepidation in the bowels of a persons being and sends fear shooting through the very fibres of ones being. When fear settles inside the gut of a man, it devours him and wanes his spirit, leaving that man but a shell of his former self. The power of death lies in Undertaker, and through the fear of death, he will look to shatter the hope of his opponent before he even sets foot inside the ring with him.
The sky is clustered with an array of vibrant stars, which glimmer in the dark night sky with a gold shimmer, giving one a perspective of just how small things really are in what seems a big world. But in New York City, there is rarely a chance to reflect and just think on matters at hand. In the height of night, the city resembles a dark pool, which is picking up the reflection of the magnificent, star spangled sky. Far below the impossible highs of the gold tinge of the alluring stars, which are overlooked by the humdrum of fans, who are set to overflow with excitement outside the historic arena of Madison Square Garden. The stadium itself is littered with signs promoting the evenings entertainment within the arena, that being another visit from Thy WWE on their nationwide Raw tour. In the twilight, the monotonous streets are transformed by the street lamps, the bright stars and countless structures which soar in the sky, glowing from within, under the winking eye of a sickle moon, the grey streets have been transformed into a glowing utopia, bathed under an eternal golden light. Through the large glass entryway which is under watch by a vigilant security and barred by staff collecting tickets, there is a labyrinth of concrete, whitewashed hallways which lead to a merchandise and snack area. The large merchandise area is bathed under a UV light, which turns everything into a shade of blue and dims the room to a degree. Many WWE employees donning a black shirt with the signature logo are behind stands with some Thy WWE superstars on it attempting to sell merchandise. Parsimonious buyers merely pass by the exorbitant price which is being asked for a program for the show, while the rich and enthusiastic purchase the booklet and move on while flicking through the new purchase. Others lean against poles and beams around snack bars, procrastinating here so they won’t have to waste their time inside the arena in their seats. The merchandise area resembles the final stage of a maze, which is filled with the walkers who navigated the maze of corridors which were labelled with signs and have now congregated at the finishing area.
On the other side of “The Garden”, down similar whitewashed concrete halls, are a series of white doors with a gold star upon them, written on the star is a name etched in black. Names such as Sheamus, CM Punk and Triple H line the doors which are all on the left. The penultimate door is the main locker room, where there is a myriad o Raw superstars who are looking to climb the metaphorical ladder of the World Wrestling Empire and get their own dressing room. Laughing can be heard from within, it’s likely that one of the newcomers has been ribbed by more senior members of the roster to break them in. The last door isn’t on the left but simply ends the corridor. No light squeezes through the gap in the door and there is a complete silence within, the name: “Undertaker” is upon the shimmering star on the door. Through the Douglas Fir wood, which has been hidden with a leaf of white paint, is dark dressing room, that has been deprived of light. All that is allowed in is a small stream through a window box reminiscent of the roof box in Newgrange, in the quiet grasslands of the Boyne Valley in the county of Meath, which is located in the Emerald Isle, the home of Sheamus. The light has lost its intensity in the evening, Undertaker has noted this for he has been sitting on a bench preparing for his match against the Viper mentally and through his unearthly power has been trying to break the will of his aggressor. Undertaker’s eyes are rolled to the back of his skull and suddenly the caption appears on the titantron, with The Phenom’s features filling up the entire screen. The arena has plunged into darkness and Undertaker’s funeral dirge can be heard playing faintly in the background.
Tonight, Randy Orton will Rest……In…………Peace![/color]
The fans let out a cry of delight in anticipation of the contest as Raw cuts to commercial.
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(OOC: This RP is very short and lacklustre towards the end because I wrote the ending in five minutes just there. Obviously, I had an rp planned, but after what has befallen Randy there is no need to really rp more than two words to win the match because he needed an LOA straight away. My thoughts are with you Randy, sorry about the crap RP Vince, but there was no need this week.)
The sky is clustered with an array of vibrant stars, which glimmer in the dark night sky with a gold shimmer, giving one a perspective of just how small things really are in what seems a big world. But in New York City, there is rarely a chance to reflect and just think on matters at hand. In the height of night, the city resembles a dark pool, which is picking up the reflection of the magnificent, star spangled sky. Far below the impossible highs of the gold tinge of the alluring stars, which are overlooked by the humdrum of fans, who are set to overflow with excitement outside the historic arena of Madison Square Garden. The stadium itself is littered with signs promoting the evenings entertainment within the arena, that being another visit from Thy WWE on their nationwide Raw tour. In the twilight, the monotonous streets are transformed by the street lamps, the bright stars and countless structures which soar in the sky, glowing from within, under the winking eye of a sickle moon, the grey streets have been transformed into a glowing utopia, bathed under an eternal golden light. Through the large glass entryway which is under watch by a vigilant security and barred by staff collecting tickets, there is a labyrinth of concrete, whitewashed hallways which lead to a merchandise and snack area. The large merchandise area is bathed under a UV light, which turns everything into a shade of blue and dims the room to a degree. Many WWE employees donning a black shirt with the signature logo are behind stands with some Thy WWE superstars on it attempting to sell merchandise. Parsimonious buyers merely pass by the exorbitant price which is being asked for a program for the show, while the rich and enthusiastic purchase the booklet and move on while flicking through the new purchase. Others lean against poles and beams around snack bars, procrastinating here so they won’t have to waste their time inside the arena in their seats. The merchandise area resembles the final stage of a maze, which is filled with the walkers who navigated the maze of corridors which were labelled with signs and have now congregated at the finishing area.
On the other side of “The Garden”, down similar whitewashed concrete halls, are a series of white doors with a gold star upon them, written on the star is a name etched in black. Names such as Sheamus, CM Punk and Triple H line the doors which are all on the left. The penultimate door is the main locker room, where there is a myriad o Raw superstars who are looking to climb the metaphorical ladder of the World Wrestling Empire and get their own dressing room. Laughing can be heard from within, it’s likely that one of the newcomers has been ribbed by more senior members of the roster to break them in. The last door isn’t on the left but simply ends the corridor. No light squeezes through the gap in the door and there is a complete silence within, the name: “Undertaker” is upon the shimmering star on the door. Through the Douglas Fir wood, which has been hidden with a leaf of white paint, is dark dressing room, that has been deprived of light. All that is allowed in is a small stream through a window box reminiscent of the roof box in Newgrange, in the quiet grasslands of the Boyne Valley in the county of Meath, which is located in the Emerald Isle, the home of Sheamus. The light has lost its intensity in the evening, Undertaker has noted this for he has been sitting on a bench preparing for his match against the Viper mentally and through his unearthly power has been trying to break the will of his aggressor. Undertaker’s eyes are rolled to the back of his skull and suddenly the caption appears on the titantron, with The Phenom’s features filling up the entire screen. The arena has plunged into darkness and Undertaker’s funeral dirge can be heard playing faintly in the background.
Undertaker
[/center]Tonight, Randy Orton will Rest……In…………Peace![/color]
The fans let out a cry of delight in anticipation of the contest as Raw cuts to commercial.
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(OOC: This RP is very short and lacklustre towards the end because I wrote the ending in five minutes just there. Obviously, I had an rp planned, but after what has befallen Randy there is no need to really rp more than two words to win the match because he needed an LOA straight away. My thoughts are with you Randy, sorry about the crap RP Vince, but there was no need this week.)
