Violent Uprising PPV RP:Possessed Child

The scene is set in a room. The only light seems to come a dim bulb hanging unprotected from the ceiling. It is slowely becoming weaker the more it is used. From time to time the bulb dies out before flashing back on, the evidence of how weak it is. In the room we see a office desk smothered with papers, a desk tidy (which seems untouched seeing the state of the table), a wide range of scattered pens and a computer with a smashed screen. At the end of the table is a television, set at a angle. It is viewing the poor quality footage of the last House Show match of the Child vs. Horror. It shows the both named wrestlers and the ref being flown over the ropes. Before they hit the floor the screen is paused. Unfortunatly, the screen shot is so disorted at the speed the current shot was stopped at its hard to see anything noticeable. We hear a growl of anger and on the desk arrive a pair of feet. Enter the Possessed Child. He sits in a office chair with remote in hand. He leans foward towards the televison and squints at the screen. He runs his finger at the disorted picture as if he's following a track. After a long session of this, he throws the remote to the floor in fustration and slams the t.v off and leans back on the chair his head leaning on his hands behind him.

P-C:So, David Williams. You stand before the unwanted soul and his first win in the WFWF. A first win that was snatched from me in that match. A match I clearly dominated and should've won. Thats ref's for you though, always make the wrong decison at the big time.

He leans foward and switches on a nearby table lamp, it appears just in the nick of time as the above bulb finally dies.

P-C:You could say, in some cases, Williams that you and I are in the same boat. We have both match between us and we're both relativly new to the whole buisness. Then again...

He suffles around the nearby video cassetes and picks up with a shrewdly taped 'Williams vs. Arsi' on its side. He pushes he chair over to a nearby bin and hangs the tape by two fingers over it

P-C:We're not.

He releases the tape and it falls at some speed into the bin. Making a rustling noise between the paper in the bin.

P-C:The same pressure is on you that it was on Horror, Williams. We're Main Eventing. There will be a lot more people watching your match than there was at your first. They will be waiting for 'Asencion'. The other guys in the same PPV will also probably be there and so will be the Higher Authority. All of those people will probably show some interest into the match. That means nothing to me, Williams, nothing. I've done that, I've wrestled previously under that pressure. And it didn't bother me one bit.

He now gathers up his tapes into one plastic bag and stuffs it in a nearby sports bag with no care or attention of whats in there.

P-C:The Possessed Child expects, Williams, expects.

He switches off the nearby light, leaving the room in total darkness. The Child has left.



Damnit, what the hell happened last night?
I would be suprised if you could even remember man, you were off it last night. Should'a seen ya'.
Must've strong, I usually remember most bits of the night...
Like Rick's said, strong stuff. I think you 'n' Watty were the only people to actually smoke it man.
Yeah, didn't think of stopping me did yer?
Hey, you were pissed off you skull at the time. Heard you worked out 'n' was a wrestler an' all. Didn't fancy my head being put into some kind of 'lock if it was that rammed up.
*Chuckles* Yeah, true. Hey, can I ask a question?
Yeah?...
How much did we exactly pay Rick for the stuff?
The Possessed Child walks up suddenly. The dream we saw of the younger Child has obviously disturbed him. He rubs his head and looks around where he currently is. He's at the hotel where the rest of the WFWF roster is currently resting at. He swipes off his covers off his bed and, clutching his throbbing head, walks over to the bathroom. He grabs a nearby bottle of water and takes a mighty swig out of it before throwing it back on the floor. Once in the bathroom, he looks at the mirror by the sink. He stares long and hard at his own eyes. He soon shrugs off any thought of the dream and walks back into the main room. He switches on a nearby lamp. Why the hell did he dream of that? He thought he had got over it. Well, it hadn't exactly been the bit he dreaded. But, still. Why the hell did he dream of that? He shook his head once more.

Just a dream, just some random freakin' dream. It can't be anything too serious.

He switches off the lamp and walks over back to the bed.

Think about it in the morning. Too late for thinking...



OOC:Yeah, did more pleased with this one than the last one. Think I've done better in this one. Like before, cheers to Yukio for the match and good luck to Williams. Comments/Critiscm appreciated .