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Post by shanomacbry on Aug 24, 2009 14:40:25 GMT -5
[The following roleplay has been paid for... by the Hoff World Order.] [... oh, and it's also culled from various rp's from the past ten years. Lil' bit of Reeve Gordon, lil' bit of raYne... maybe some Jasper McGravyTrain, who the hell knows.] . . . ... XCWA ... ---------------------------The Law of the Jungle--------------------------- :: Tuesday, August 8th, 2006 - 10:38 p.m. :: ~ Location: The raYne Forest... St. Louis, Missouri ~
[Reeve begins to speak, without ever once looking up at the camera... continuing to rest his gaze on the night's splendor.]
"You sure love pointing out my shortcomings, LJ. You just LOVE to dig deep down and pull out all of my old failures. Acting as if, since I've failed in the past, I'm doomed to continue failing far into the future. But the problem with all of that dirt digging is... everyone has their own. Everyone has their own share of skeletons in the closet. I'm sure even you, in all of your infinite perfection, have something... somewhere... that bothers you. Hurts you. Something you've done... or something that's been done to you. Because the truth is, Hit... we all do. It just so happens that I have a few more than most people. The difference between me and you... is that I'm secure enough in myself to let go of the past. Why do you think I cut myself loose of Krystal? Because I was afraid she had a better chance of walking out of the Chamber with the title? Highly unlikely. The only reason I let go of her, is because she represented everything I'm trying to seperate myself from. The past. A past filled with torment that has been haunting me... till just this past Sunday."
"But unlike what you may think, it isn't the failures in my life that have been haunting me... it's the betrayal. People that told me, face to face, that they'd always be there for me... only to stab me in the back. Dad. Mom. Alexis. JVX. And then there was Apollo... Everyone I've trusted... has abused that trust. And at some point, you've got to say enough's enough. The reason I broke up with Krys, is not simply because I wanted to, but because I NEEDED to. I needed to break up with her... before she broke up with me. I saw it... in her eyes... the way she'd look at me... the way she'd act as if everything was just fine. In the end... I knew. The Truth. She didn't want me for me... for my charm, or my intelligence, or my ravishing features... She wanted me for one reason and one reason alone. I could give her absolutely anything she wanted. And she knew this. She knew that if she wanted a world title, all she needed to do was snap her fingers, and I'd bow at her feet with a title in my hands... ready to be wrapped around the 'Punk Princess''s precious little waist."
"Krys... let's face it, she wasn't what she portrayed herself to be. The whole 'Punk' thing... it was a lie. A farce. A scam. A veil that she used to hide the fact that inside, she was just like that b!tch Alexis... and just like every bleach blonde, big breasted bimbo from Beverly Hills. Outside, she may not have looked the part... but inside... It's what's INSIDE that counts. And inside... she was blonde to the bone. She was no punk. But Dia? My lovely, wonderful, beautiful Dia? She's Goth. Oh GOD is she Goth... and she proves it... every night, with whips and chains, she proves it. I need to get rid of the lies... the veils... and the past. And the loss of Krys... the gain of Dia... it's the beginning of the end for Triple X, Sin, Raine, and McDowley."
"But LJ... you've got to understand something first. To me... it doesn't matter how many times I've failed in the past. Because just as your very own partner declared, and I quote, "winning against someone isn't proof against being beaten by them." I.E. - a handful of losses in the past... does not inherently mean a loss in the future. And as for myself... I have my sights set squarely ON the future... a future with tWo as the dominant group in proffesional wrestling. With me as the Tru World Champion... and Dia as the NEW United States Champ. Yes, that's right. Once I liberate the World Title from Sin, the title I'll have won earlier in the night, your U.S. title, will go to my Dark Queen... Diamanta. And maybe then, TFG can take that King of the Mat title from you too, and Drool can add the Suicide belt to the list, and we can hang the belts on the Middle of Nowhere mantle. Soon, we will prove, once and for all, who the dominant faces in this company TRULY are..."
"Hit... You believe, just because I've felt the brunt of a few losses since my debut here, I'm destined to fail... and fail miserably. Every time the stakes are high, you expect me to fall flat on my @ss. Well, Hitster, this Sunday, I would say that I'm going to hate to dissapoint you... but that'd be a lie. I'm going to love to see the look on yours, and everyone else's face when I step out of the Chamber as the World Champion... Not you, or Drack... Not Sin... or even Raine or Howley... But Me. Because I've been standing in the wings for far too long, waiting... anticipating... to step from out of the shadows, and into the spotlight. As the One Tru Champion. The man to carry this company out of the dark ages... and into a new horizon... the dawning of a new era... an age... of Truth. The Tru World Order's time... our time. For all the doubters... the naysayers... the critics and the cynics... for all those that said we would never accomplish a d@mn thing... this Sunday... we prove you wrong."
"And for all the Tru Believers... this Sunday's for you."
[Reeve keeps looking out of the doorway... before stepping out and making his way into the open air. Here, our camera finds that the cabin rests beside the top of the waterfall running down the mountainside. Reeve takes a few steps till he reaches the edge of the mountain... he looks down at the sparkling river, and rushing water. He breathes in the cool, crisp air... his hair whipping in the wind. Reeve sits down upon the soft grass... legs stretched out before him. He reaches into the pocket of his khakis, and pulls out a packet of cigerettes... removing one and lighting it up, before letting out a ring of smoke, that gently drifts away into the night sky. Reeve shoves the packet back into his pocket, and holds the cigerette between his middle and forefingers...]
"LJ... there's one thing I can't help but point out. You mention my using others to help me out, and this little stip about 'no interference' and such. So, obviously, this leaves me with one possible conclusion. You have the same hearing problem that seems to be afflicting our paper champ. Because I could have SWORN I've mentioned, time and time again, that the only time I use outside interference, is when I don't feel as if I should be bothered with a match. Why do you think I went into the handicap match alone? Because I couldn't find help? As if. There are thousands of people just DYING to stand side by side with mio. But the thing is, I wanted to prove to you, and I wanted to prove to Big Drack, that I could handle things myself, BY myself."
"Obviously, you two NEEDED eachother to win that match. Which is why neither of you offered to step out so it could be a one on one challenge. Fortunately for me, and unfortunately for you, just as Viper said on Assault, Vendetta won't be a handicap match. So LJ, trust me when I tell you... I don't give one flying fvck about your little stipulation. In fact, I welcome it. It'll just prevent the man that REALLY needs help from getting it when he needs it the most. I on the other hand, don't need help. As I've said time and time again, I use it only as a shortcut. But Sunday, I step into Kansas City prepared to fight tooth and nail to walk out with BOTH titles in the tWo's firm control. You may be satisfied to half-@ss things when it comes time to pull out all the stops... but me? Well, they didn't use to call me 'The Showman' for nothing. But, as I've said, that was the past. Now, I'm no longer the Showman. Simply put..."
"I'm 'The Man.'"
"Big Drack... as intelligent as ever. Big man, to start off your promo, you go over the details of an elimination chamber match. Very nice. Extra points for actually understanding the basic concept of the Chamber. Seriously, I've got to hand it to you, you surprised me with that one. For a second, I was like "Ohhh, he won't be able to actually DEFINE what a Chamber match consists of. Maybe a rule here or there, but the full-blown match? Nooo... not in a million years." But there you were, in an epic struggle, tossing out such classics as "six men enter this matchup...", and, "four of us will wait within the chambers...", and of course, who could forget, "while two men start the match". Words continued to the flow, until we heard, for the first time, that those very six men would be"fighting until five men have been eliminated... all within the outlying steel cage structure enclosing us." And then, when everyone thought the struggle was over, you blew us ALL away with this stunning revelation; "I doubt any of the six of us will escape this matchup wholly unscathed" "
"Oh... My... God."
"You're kidding? Someone tell me this man is only joking! You mean... we may actually have the possibility... in some way, shape, form, or fashion... of getting... *gulp* HURT?! Well, hell, if I knew that, I wouldn't have EVER signed up for the match! Someone get me out of this predicament, and QUICK! Bwahaha, I crack myself up! But seriously, a solid promo, Drack... for me to POOP on!!! I keed, I keed... Let's see, what other startling epiphanies did Dracky of Arabia have in store for us... Well, for one thing, just like Hit, he was quick to dismiss Raine and Ravenly. In XXX's eyes, the newcomers haven't a snowball's chance in hell of walking out of Vendetta with the World Title. But I tend to disagree. In fact, in my own opinion, Raine and Ravenly seem to stand more of a chance than Sin, Hit, OR Draka. Why? Because they're the only two that have the intellect to steer clear of the tWo's path. And if Sin and XXX decide to hold another handicap contest against me as the brothers X did this past Assault, then it very well could come down to Ravenly and Raine. Let's not forget gentlemen; youth beats experience every single time. Am I worried about XXX? Sure. Sin? Not so much. But when it comes right down to it, the long shots in this match will prove to be the ones to keep a close eye on."
"Trust me on that one."
"Drack... you also admit, flat out, that you and Hit will be going into this match, not as a pair of individuals, but as a tandem force. And while you may call it b!tching, I still don't find this fair in the least. Especially when you two try and pass yourselves off as the good guys in this company. How you can expect people to cheer for the both of you... pathetic. Yet they do. But when you go to any arena, there are two responses that stick out clear as crystal. The first is when you two come through the curtains... you hear those jeers... I know you do. They're the jeers of the tWo faithful. And they're directed right at you two sniveling, whimpering, suck-up jackwads. And the other response? You hear it every time the New Age Outsiders make their way to the ring to beat down another couple of jobbers... you hear it loud and proud everytime Diamanta walks her sexy little @ss down the aisle to destroy a hapless loser, whether they be female... or male. And this Sunday... you'll hear it. Oh, will you EVER hear it. When TFG kicks Flaming's backside from pillar to post... when I rip the U.S. title off of Hit and hand-deliever it to the lovely Dia. And come time for the main event... when I fight from start to finish... one... after the other... five men, all falling by the wayside, till I alone stand in the Chamber, with the World's title high above... as the doubters are left speechless... and the Tru Believers finally have a champion they can be proud of."
"But Drack doesn't just admit he and Hit are hell-bent on cheating come time for the Chamber to lower around the ring... he also basically tried to suck up to Krys, just as he does all the time to the fans. Why? Obviously, ever since Jenny wisened up, and ever since Hit accidentally bit down too hard, Big Dracky's been looking for a brand new mouth to swallow his tiny morsel of meat. And who betta' than Krystal? Well, actually, after experiencing first hand Krystal's oral gifts, or lack thereof, I'd have to say... everybody. But who could Drack get other than a bonafide gutter slvt? Nobody."
"After taking up for the tramp by saying she had even a SNOWBALL'S chance in hell of walking out of the Chamber with the title... and complaining about my turning my back on her... it's obvious to me you have the hots for the little ditz, Drack. So here's a tip. Go to just about any public restroom in the 50 states... men's or women's... and check the walls. See that number with the words "Call K.D. for a good time"? You think one of her thousands of bed-mates wrote that? Not a chance. The chick goes from state to state, scrawling her number all over the local bathroom stalls. She runs her very own Adult Service. You call her, she'll hook you up... with her... no matter where you live, no matter WHO you are... or what you look like. She had seventeen phones installed in our master bedroom alone, with plenty more running throughout the house. Dial her up, maybe she'll get your mind off the pain you're in line to feel come Vendetta."
"But as far as my sweet, sweet Dia is concerned... you say one more nasty thing about her, and I'll rip you apart so fast you won't have time to see your own head snapping off your d@mn neck. If I had to choose between a girl that needs a little protection every once in a while and one with practically every venerial disease under the sun... I'd choose the one that needs a bit of help in the ring. But in the end, it won't matter, because it won't be Krys or Dia that will be meeting you and the other four in that Chamber... it'll be me."
"And as much as you and Hit may disagree, when it counts... when it really, truly counts... I can, and I WILL handle business, in the ring, by myself. I mean, even you yourself ADMITTED that I put on a Show in that ring last Sunday. But that was only an appetizer... for the feast of Kaoz ready to be served up at Vendetta, hot and fresh from the oven. When it's one on two, I excel past most of those before me, win, lose, or draw. But when the scales are even? When it's a fair fight, whether it be one on one, or six men out for themselves? I will rise above the pack... and prove to be the pinnacle. My entire career... it's all been leading up to this night... eight years and still going strong... this is my time... my World Cup... my Wrestlemania... my Super Bowl... my World Series... my Bound for Glory. And that's exactly what I am. Bound..."
"... for Glory."
[Reeve stands up to his feet, and pops his neck to the right and to the left... before stretching both arms out his sides... palms flat, as he suddenly feels a drop of rain coming in contact with both palms at the same time...]
"This Jungle... This... raYne Forest? Was once my home. Now, I call the Middle of Nowhere my home. But this place... this magnificent place... not too far away from the arena where blood will be spilled and bones will be broken... will always be a part of me. I'll always cherish the moments I spent here... memories I'll forever carry with me. But there's one thing I'll remember about the Forest more than anything else. And that is this; Here, it's survival of the fittest. In the jungle, one must rely on themselves. Nobody, and nothing else. If you can't get by on your own skills, then you're as good as dead. This place... it taught me how to truly survive on my own merits. When my dad eloped with my babysitter, I was left alone on the streets. I fled here to St. Louis, and soon after, found this, the home of my dreams. I loved this place... yet I knew that if I wanted to make it, I would have to hunt... I would have to build shelter... and I would have to be strong. Not only of the body, but of the mind. Here... it's the Law of the Jungle. So, if any of you share doubts about my being able to defend myself when the stakes are high and my own survival is on the line... think again. Because not only can I survive... but I will."
"And that's not a threat. Or a bet. Or a promise. It's simply... what I..."
[Reeve stares up at the full moon... rain pouring down hard now... before diving off into the waterfall. Our camera quickly pans toward the edge of the mountain, to find the river... fire blazing over the river's surface... spelling out one word...]
- believe -
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