Post by KingSlayer on Sept 24, 2016 19:33:48 GMT -5
Approaching The Gate
The Gate RP
Vass “The Slayer”
Trigger Warning: Coarse Language, Violent Tones.
“And Vass, I know you’ve lost a lot in your life, but you are about to lose something more, because there is NO WAY that I am going to let a nut like you beat me at the Gate.”
I reach for the TV and press the power button. Leeroy Jenkins fades from the screen.
“Let’s 
ing do this.”
ing do this.” A man in a WFWF T shirt pushes his black locks out of his face to reveal his eyes. He nods to me and turns on his bluetooth.
“He’s ready.”
I get up and follow him into a corridor. We walk through the hallway until we approach two WFWF officials standing beside a door. The faint sound of muffled hollering can be heard from inside. The door opens and out steps Maxwell Dachs.
His smile quickly fades into a look of disgust when he recognizes who I am. He bumps into me as he walks past.
“Hey, watch where you’re going buddy!”
He says in an arrogant tone.
The irritating sounds coming from his mouth were enough to drive me into a frenzy.
I grab him by the shirt and pull him toward me.
A group of staff take take notice.
He screams at the top of his lungs.
“Somebody get this psychopath off me!”
WFWF staff pull us apart.
“Who the hell let this guy in the WFWF? He should be in an asylum not a wrestling ring!”
He says pointing viciously at me.
I just stare at him. God knows how bad I want to cave his face in.
“Save it for The PPV”
I tell myself.
The crowd disperses. Dachs grins and winks at me as he walks away.
I enter the door. Inside is a small room consisting of a black curtain and a few cameras.
“Step in front of the curtain please.”
A woman says.
“Whenever you’re ready.”
I think about Jenkins and Dachs. About how important this match is.
I can just barely contain my anger.
I give her the heads up and she counts me down.
5… 4… 3… 2…
“This Sunday everything I stand for is on the line. There’s a burning passion inside me that I’ve had since I was a child, and that passion is Professional Wrestling. The WFWF was kind enough to give me the only thing I need, an opportunity. An opportunity to etch my name in wrestling history as one of the greats. This Sunday I will compete for a chance at The Golden Opportunity match at Superbrawl. Now the only people standing between me and the Golden Opportunity are Maxwell Dachs and Leeroy Jenkins.
On one side you’ve got Maxwell Dachs. A disrespectful piece of garbage that pretends to be a pornstar in order to cover up his flaming homosexuality. A guy who makes a mockery of the professional wrestling business and a guy I can’t wait to beat the crap out of. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate you because you’re gay. I hate you because you’re an arrogant self centered piece of crap that needs to be put in his place.
On the other side you have Leeroy Jenkins. Look, Leeroy I have nothing against you. It’s a shame that we have to cross paths. But I have no friends in this business, and I’m not going to let a 12 foot redneck be the reason that I don’t go to SuperBrawl. I may not hate you but that doesn’t mean that I’m going to show you any mercy at The Gate.
Give me Dachs and I’ll break his teeth. Give me Jenkins and I’ll bash his skull. Give me them both at the same time and I’ll show you why they call me The Slayer. This sunday it’s going to be a slaughter. Because I may not be the toughest guy on the roster, but I sure as hell am the most dangerous. And I urge you two to test this at The Gate. I urge you to even attempt to take me out. You can knock me down but I’ll come back and I’ll come back seeking blood. I will not stop until I’m victorious and both of you are on the ground in excruciating pain!”
“Cut. That’s all we need, you’re good to go.”
After suffering back to back losses, Vass looks to an old family friend for guidance...
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
I wait patiently at the door.
“Who is it?”
A raspy voice snaps.
“Depends who’s asking.”
I respond.
I can hear someone struggle with the chain for a second.
A burly man answers the door.
Standing there in all his glory is former Stampede Wrestling World Champion Terry “The Bear” Robinson. Though, a few decades older and a few pounds bigger.
“Vass my boy!”
He exclaimed as he hugged me. The stench of garlic and leftover pizza is pungent.
“Hey Terry.”
My somber tone clashes with his gaiety.
“Come in... come in.”
He says, noticeably less enthusiastic.
I follow him inside and take a look around. Cockroaches scatter as we enter.
The wallpaper is torn and battered.
“Take a seat.”
He says, pointing at a stained couch.
The floors of the living room are littered with trash. A stack of Little Caesar’s boxes is huddled in the corner.
“I’d rather stand if you don’t mind.”
“Ah, suit yourself.”
He picks up a remote and turns on the television. The shopping network is on.
“My oh my, look at you all grown up! When was the last time we spoke? Must've been the funeral.”
The mention of my dad reminds me why I came.
“I’ve been worried about you boy. I talked to your mother a couple years back, she told me you’re on the dope!”
“No... well, not anymore. I actually came to ask you for a favor.”
“Sure. What is it you need?”
I came right out with it.
“I’ve been wrestling. I want you to train me.”
He pauses for a second before responding. The serious tone in his voice makes me shiver to the core.
“Listen, kid. Your father and I had an unbreakable bond. Your dad lost his life to wrestling, and there’s no way I could sleep at night if I endorsed this. Besides, I’m retired.”
I was disappointed to say the least.
I raised my voice.
“Is there not even an ounce of you that wants to get back into the business!?”
My change in tone offended him.
“Vass, there’s no way in hell I’m going back and that’s final!”
That wasn't the answer I wanted to hear. My emotions get the better of me.
Not hesitating, I get up and walk out.
“Vass! Where the hell are you going!?”
He calls as I walk out the door.
"Superbrawl."
"Superbrawl."
I dont know good luck 
