Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2014 20:41:54 GMT -5
“I’m afraid I can’t make it this week. Mum had an operation and I’ve got to go home and look after her… Yeah I get that it’s important and it’s the king of the ring but wrestling is a job, family is family. Tell them to reschedule. I heard Joey might not be able to make it either…”
FEAR let out a laugh.
“You’re shitting my right, they’re handing the win to a guy who lost in the first round? Bullshit. Fans are gonna love that. Then again we all know what Thy WWE is like for screwing the fans and fucking the Internet community over. I’m gonna have to go though mate. I’ve gotta catch my plane. I’ll be back next week”
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“Anger! Come on dude, tag me in!”
The scene opens on a small hall, a wrestling ring in the direct centre. The lights were dim and glowed orange. FEAR was hanging over the rope; his arm out stretched and his hand spread open. He is shaking it up and down, calling out for his partner to touch his hand.
In the centre of the ring stands Anger, he lays strikes into a blurred figure but every time he does the figure jabs him in the gut. He just can’t seem to get the upper hand. The figure stomps at Angers ankle and he buckles down to one knee. The figure lays his fist into the side of Angers face and he falls forward. The blurred figure seems to come into sharper focus as they begin to stomp on Anger repeatedly.
FEAR is frozen in his spot, shouting for Anger to get to him. The blurred figure’s partner climbs into the ring and joins in the stomp. Their outlines begin to sharpen. FEAR leans further forward, his hand reaching but still nowhere near. FEAR lets out a loud roar as he looks up from Anger and for the first time realizes whom the two figures are. He pauses and falls back, swinging off the rope.
“You? How? Why?”
The figures jeer, continuing to stomp on Anger. One of them walks toward FEAR, getting closer and closer. FEAR takes a second to examine his rugged, unkempt style. His buzzed hair and badly lined tattoos. FEAR tried to dive forward but found himself traveling incredibly slowly. The man however was still at normal speed, maybe even faster. He stepped back and turned to his partner. FEAR turned and struggled to place his finger on his identity but he knew him. Definitely. FEAR turned his head and realized the arena was empty. There wasn’t a single person in the crowd.
The arena began to dissolve away, the seats at first but then the walls and the floors. The ring now it’s own entity, the figures slipped into the blackness and the ring followed suit. All that was left was FEAR, still slowly floating and Anger, curled in a ball crying. Anger began to fade away as FEAR screamed his name.
“ANGER!”
FEAR sat up, drenched in sweat. He blinked for a second and took in his environment. A Street light was beaming straight through his bedroom window. The light illuminated his surroundings. He was alone, his double bed stretched out before him. He spun his legs off the side. Lifting a hand to his forehead. He wiped the sweat off his brow and flicked his wrist, causing the sweat to fly off his hand and off into the darkness somewhere.
He took a deep breathe before putting his feet down on the carpet. He lifted himself and got up. He stumbled toward the door and opened it. It took him a moment to get used to being back in reality. He tried to think back to his dream; it was fading from his mind like water from his cupped hands. He couldn’t even think. There was Anger, Anger was there and he was… he was being beaten up by two men? FEAR couldn’t get to him but he didn’t know why and the figures weren’t stomping on him but their identity. Who they were, he just couldn’t think.
He stumbled toward his kitchen and reached the tap. His hand felt out for a glass and he got one off the washboard. He rinsed it under the water and filled it up, he took a sip and looked forward out the window.
The city was so beautiful at night. The sprawling lights all around, they seemed to comfort him. He reached down and pushed the window open. The sound of the cars, of people walking, of the thousands of lives going on out there. Half of them asleep and half o them partying. He sighed and drank his water. After he had drained the glass he filled it up again.
He turned and walked over to his dining table. He put down his glass of water and opened up his laptop. He clicked onto his webcam app and pressed record.
“So, last week as I’m sure you all saw on Twitter, I couldn’t make RAW. I was, called him for an emergency. Personal family matters kept me away. So I was kicked from the king of the ring tournament. So was Joey. We were told that PoT deserved it more even though he couldn’t even make it through the first round. So due to this unfair decision PoT is going to PPV to face Blade, for the world title. Like that’s acceptable? Bullshit is what I call but hey, Thy has screwed me fore, they’re gonna screw me again so it’s fine.
However this week I will be given a chance to prove myself. Joey and me are going at each other for the first time and I’m excited. You see the thing about Joey and me are that we are both the same. Two idiotic, risk takers who just want to watch the world burn. We don’t care and honestly, neither should you. Yet you do, so this week it’s going to be mental.
See my past in Thy is very colourful. I was obviously the smartest of all the knights. I was the fastest and most dangerous. I was FEAR and that alone was something beautiful. So when I left with Anger walked away from the most powerful group in wrestling entertainment. The group naturally dissolved into nothingness eventually but for a short, Beno recruited the new era. Joey was new era knight.
So when we face in the ring, it’ll be the best knight of them all against a shoddy, 2-bit wannabe, who only joined the knights to steal the limelight and steal his own fame from my history. Without me, Joey wouldn’t have been a knight. He wouldn’t have been anything, just another failure in this god-forsaken federation. I made him who he is and he doesn’t stand a chance against me. He is nothing in compared to me.
I am FEAR and he is nothing but a bastard, not even an entertaining one either.
I will see you RAW and will learn why I was the one knight, none of you should of fucked with,”
FEAR ended the video and uploaded it straight to his twitter, facebook and other online social media outlets.
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Out of character crap
So basically Joey is having his anniversary this weekend and I assured him that although I would try that I wouldn’t go all out like I would like to if we could both get something /good/ out. If he gets something out and manages to beat me then that’s awesome but if not then this just leaves room for a better roleplay and better match at a later date.
Peace mah bitches.
FEAR let out a laugh.
“You’re shitting my right, they’re handing the win to a guy who lost in the first round? Bullshit. Fans are gonna love that. Then again we all know what Thy WWE is like for screwing the fans and fucking the Internet community over. I’m gonna have to go though mate. I’ve gotta catch my plane. I’ll be back next week”
-
“Anger! Come on dude, tag me in!”
The scene opens on a small hall, a wrestling ring in the direct centre. The lights were dim and glowed orange. FEAR was hanging over the rope; his arm out stretched and his hand spread open. He is shaking it up and down, calling out for his partner to touch his hand.
In the centre of the ring stands Anger, he lays strikes into a blurred figure but every time he does the figure jabs him in the gut. He just can’t seem to get the upper hand. The figure stomps at Angers ankle and he buckles down to one knee. The figure lays his fist into the side of Angers face and he falls forward. The blurred figure seems to come into sharper focus as they begin to stomp on Anger repeatedly.
FEAR is frozen in his spot, shouting for Anger to get to him. The blurred figure’s partner climbs into the ring and joins in the stomp. Their outlines begin to sharpen. FEAR leans further forward, his hand reaching but still nowhere near. FEAR lets out a loud roar as he looks up from Anger and for the first time realizes whom the two figures are. He pauses and falls back, swinging off the rope.
“You? How? Why?”
The figures jeer, continuing to stomp on Anger. One of them walks toward FEAR, getting closer and closer. FEAR takes a second to examine his rugged, unkempt style. His buzzed hair and badly lined tattoos. FEAR tried to dive forward but found himself traveling incredibly slowly. The man however was still at normal speed, maybe even faster. He stepped back and turned to his partner. FEAR turned and struggled to place his finger on his identity but he knew him. Definitely. FEAR turned his head and realized the arena was empty. There wasn’t a single person in the crowd.
The arena began to dissolve away, the seats at first but then the walls and the floors. The ring now it’s own entity, the figures slipped into the blackness and the ring followed suit. All that was left was FEAR, still slowly floating and Anger, curled in a ball crying. Anger began to fade away as FEAR screamed his name.
“ANGER!”
FEAR sat up, drenched in sweat. He blinked for a second and took in his environment. A Street light was beaming straight through his bedroom window. The light illuminated his surroundings. He was alone, his double bed stretched out before him. He spun his legs off the side. Lifting a hand to his forehead. He wiped the sweat off his brow and flicked his wrist, causing the sweat to fly off his hand and off into the darkness somewhere.
He took a deep breathe before putting his feet down on the carpet. He lifted himself and got up. He stumbled toward the door and opened it. It took him a moment to get used to being back in reality. He tried to think back to his dream; it was fading from his mind like water from his cupped hands. He couldn’t even think. There was Anger, Anger was there and he was… he was being beaten up by two men? FEAR couldn’t get to him but he didn’t know why and the figures weren’t stomping on him but their identity. Who they were, he just couldn’t think.
He stumbled toward his kitchen and reached the tap. His hand felt out for a glass and he got one off the washboard. He rinsed it under the water and filled it up, he took a sip and looked forward out the window.
The city was so beautiful at night. The sprawling lights all around, they seemed to comfort him. He reached down and pushed the window open. The sound of the cars, of people walking, of the thousands of lives going on out there. Half of them asleep and half o them partying. He sighed and drank his water. After he had drained the glass he filled it up again.
He turned and walked over to his dining table. He put down his glass of water and opened up his laptop. He clicked onto his webcam app and pressed record.
“So, last week as I’m sure you all saw on Twitter, I couldn’t make RAW. I was, called him for an emergency. Personal family matters kept me away. So I was kicked from the king of the ring tournament. So was Joey. We were told that PoT deserved it more even though he couldn’t even make it through the first round. So due to this unfair decision PoT is going to PPV to face Blade, for the world title. Like that’s acceptable? Bullshit is what I call but hey, Thy has screwed me fore, they’re gonna screw me again so it’s fine.
However this week I will be given a chance to prove myself. Joey and me are going at each other for the first time and I’m excited. You see the thing about Joey and me are that we are both the same. Two idiotic, risk takers who just want to watch the world burn. We don’t care and honestly, neither should you. Yet you do, so this week it’s going to be mental.
See my past in Thy is very colourful. I was obviously the smartest of all the knights. I was the fastest and most dangerous. I was FEAR and that alone was something beautiful. So when I left with Anger walked away from the most powerful group in wrestling entertainment. The group naturally dissolved into nothingness eventually but for a short, Beno recruited the new era. Joey was new era knight.
So when we face in the ring, it’ll be the best knight of them all against a shoddy, 2-bit wannabe, who only joined the knights to steal the limelight and steal his own fame from my history. Without me, Joey wouldn’t have been a knight. He wouldn’t have been anything, just another failure in this god-forsaken federation. I made him who he is and he doesn’t stand a chance against me. He is nothing in compared to me.
I am FEAR and he is nothing but a bastard, not even an entertaining one either.
I will see you RAW and will learn why I was the one knight, none of you should of fucked with,”
FEAR ended the video and uploaded it straight to his twitter, facebook and other online social media outlets.
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Out of character crap
So basically Joey is having his anniversary this weekend and I assured him that although I would try that I wouldn’t go all out like I would like to if we could both get something /good/ out. If he gets something out and manages to beat me then that’s awesome but if not then this just leaves room for a better roleplay and better match at a later date.
Peace mah bitches.
