Post by veronicaaaahhhh on Jul 11, 2006 12:30:42 GMT -5
Wayne McGurk Odium RP- Reprise.
Up and down, up and down; backward, forward, backward, forward. The atmosphere surrounding him is bleak; a vast space of nothingness, nothing short of blank page. Wayne eerily hovers over the ground; seated on a swing. A thought that surprised Wayne is how much fun could be generated from a child’s toy. There were times when he’d watch his daughter on the playground and find himself just fascinated by how happy and content she was on something so simple. Wayne swings himself back; there were other things on his mind tonight.
Many thoughts on how to go about this came to Wayne; there are problems. Wayne could use a beer,
a beer, a bottle of whisky and a smoke right now, but it’ll just up his whole perception, subdue him, take him away from what he really wants to say, and the booze’ll make him look like a ****; it’ll sure as hell make you feel better about things, but in the long run, you’ll just procrastinate on your objective. He wants; he needs to take this head on.
God… I could use a smoke!
A nuclear bomb explodes behind him.
Wayne swings forward.
There were times Vanessa would ask why he smoked. He’d look at her and remind her that she does the same thing.
Vanessa: But that’s beside the point!
To piss her off, he once told her: You wanna know why I smoke? I smoke because it’ll kill me faster.
But, she turned the tables and said: I fake it!
Wayne: What?
Vanessa: You know those times when you’re in the mood… and I just want to go to bed; forgetting the fact that I trained, cleaned the house, took little Melissa to school, did the laundry, cooked dinner, and cleaned the house a second time? You didn’t “regenerate” me- I was just the horrendous ordeal to end.
Horrendous ordeal? She left Wayne with no other option, but to defend his libido.
She could be an ass, and, she did have an ass. The thought gives Wayne a feeling; he loves her. But like the alcohol, the feeling’s straying Wayne away from track.
The sound of a revolution began to chime from all conceivable directions:
I felt the earth on Monday. It moved beneath my feet
in the form of a morning paper. Laid out for me to see.
Saw his face in a corner picture. I recognized the name.
Could not stop staring at the. Face I'd never see again.
It's a shame to awake in a world of pain
What does it mean when a war has taken over
It's the same everyday in a hell manmade
What can be saved, and who will be left to hold her?
The whole world,... world over.
It's a worldwide suicide
A man in a white shirt runs forward; an AK47 rested on his arms. Behind him, a thousand angry protesters march forward. The gunner has a somewhat demented look across his face. The crowd of protesters soon begin to mosh; this soon entices the gunner, as he begins to fire his AK at all conceivable direction… All this taking place behind Wayne and his swing. Wayne stretches his arms outwards and rests his arms on the ropes of the swing. The gunner leads the moshing crowd down a steep hill. Wayne pushes himself backwards on the swing; as he motions forwards he rests his body backwards and pulls his arms forward; the crowd nearing, but nowhere near a possible threat. Wayne slows himself.
Wayne:
You people. All you people. This goes from everyone in the locker room to thoseing marks that eat the festered waste of the wrestling industry. Be it, as it very well may, I can say that I pretty much know my way around this place; well adjusted to say the very least. But I have yet received the respect from my peers. I’ve overheard the bets in the locker room; I’ve been bared the hidden knowledge, the ins and outs, of the WFWF. And you all are going to side with a rookie whose biggest claim to fame is his relation to a spaced-out asshat?
You all bet against me last week, and what happened? I kicked Calvin Lee in the ass so hard that he can’t even crap straight! So far, I’ve overcome all the bets and predictions and proved the whole world wrong. But still, with that in mind, no one has said, “Wayne’s gonna beat him”; “Whats-his-face has no chance; he’s as good asing ying-yang”. No. Not a single ing thing. But that’s ok, I’ve accepted that. That’s your scheme of things. It backfired, because it only makes me want to win even more. You take away candy from a child, he’ll just want it more- if he’s determined, he’ll have the whole store all to himself. This is just the beginning, and I’m going to have it all to myself. That’s a guarantee.
We have aligned ourselves with true visionaries; Drakz and Kyzer. They took a broken down has-been of a wrestling promotion and have brought it back to what it really is, the world’s strongest wrestling entity. I mean, do you really think that Kyzer and Drakz took the WFWF for financial gain? Of course not! They took the WFWF because it was time for a fresh start in the wrestling business. Because, as athlete’s themselves, they knew that it was best for the business. Bringing it back for all of us, not for the legions of pathetic adolescents who’ll pass through a phase of wrestling, like a pair of braces!
But to be fair, our bigamous union with Drakz and Kyzer is rather double sided. They saw the potential, they gave us the chance and they passed us the ball; I for one am truly, truly grateful. They picked us up, and saved us from dire oblivion. For we were hanging by a thread- just mere inches away from falling into the WFWF’S graveyard roster. Kyzer and Drakz took the time and reached out their hands and saved us from dire oblivion. I couldn’t be anymore grateful. Do you know how much I tried to get Vanessa booked on a match? I fought for at least half a year. It was something I at least owed to her! A look where she is now, with her raw talent and the blessing of Drakz and Kyzer, she is our new Gyno Champion. Everything we once had is slowly coming back our way; arriving ten-fold. And we couldn’t have done it without Kyzer and Drakz.
Morgan Warner, I still can’t comprehend that fact that you actually got yourself a match. If there’s anything we all know is that you didn’t come here to wrestle; I disdain that. You didn’t come here for fame; I respect that. You came here to settle things with your sister; watching over her. Who knows, maybe you’ll probably beat me so hard that I won’t be able to defeat your sister for the Tishomingo championship; anything can be conjured, since we don’t really know what your capable of; with the exception of a few melancholic words that come off just pathetic. You don’t know much, but you do look after your kin- something I truly admire.
On Odium, I’ll be stepping in the ring with a virgin. At just like any other first, it’s going to hurt. Just because your sister can withstand an enormous amount of pain, it doesn’t necessarily mean that you will too. Whatever happens come Odium will be your first real introduction to the wrestling business. And before you make your way into the ring, you’re going to ask yourself one thing- what the am I doing here? I can continue to antagonize you, but before I get well ahead of myself, I am going to stop. Because the last time I overlooked a rookie, I got my ass handed to me in a pay-per-view- and look where that rookie is now: he’s going to be in the main event on SuperBrawl IV.
But, I do see potential and many, many good things in your future. So, I would like to personally extend my hand and give you an invitation to join us. If there’s anything I predict, is that there will be a great change, not just in the WFWF, but in the rest of the wrestling world as well. Victories shall be earned; losses will be shared, and blood will shatter. But when it’s all said and done, we will all see Michael Kyzer and Drakz for who they really are: our savior; the messiah.
Wayne motions out of the swing and walks away. The gunner and the protesters continue to race down the hill. The gunner, much farther down than the crowd, uses the AK to motion the crowd his way. The crowd gain speed; a rumble ensues in the middle of the crowd. The gunner reaches the ground and turns to find a large portion of the crowd (the lead front) falling down the mountain. The crowd behind them quickly stops to a halt, but the others behind them have yet to realize the delay and stop only on the last second and collide with the motionless protesters. They all slowly crumble down the hill; some colliding into one another. A young teenage boy is the only one left; he slowly walks down the hill- surveying all the death and damage around. He stops on the bottom; staring face to face with the gunner. A tear falls down the gunners face. He looks deep into the eyes of the teenager and drops his AK. The gunner walks past the teenager and heads up the hill.
The color fades to sepia. Wayne overlooks the scene and switches off the lights.
Up and down, up and down; backward, forward, backward, forward. The atmosphere surrounding him is bleak; a vast space of nothingness, nothing short of blank page. Wayne eerily hovers over the ground; seated on a swing. A thought that surprised Wayne is how much fun could be generated from a child’s toy. There were times when he’d watch his daughter on the playground and find himself just fascinated by how happy and content she was on something so simple. Wayne swings himself back; there were other things on his mind tonight.
Many thoughts on how to go about this came to Wayne; there are problems. Wayne could use a beer,
a beer, a bottle of whisky and a smoke right now, but it’ll just up his whole perception, subdue him, take him away from what he really wants to say, and the booze’ll make him look like a ****; it’ll sure as hell make you feel better about things, but in the long run, you’ll just procrastinate on your objective. He wants; he needs to take this head on.God… I could use a smoke!
A nuclear bomb explodes behind him.
Wayne swings forward.
There were times Vanessa would ask why he smoked. He’d look at her and remind her that she does the same thing.
Vanessa: But that’s beside the point!
To piss her off, he once told her: You wanna know why I smoke? I smoke because it’ll kill me faster.
But, she turned the tables and said: I fake it!
Wayne: What?
Vanessa: You know those times when you’re in the mood… and I just want to go to bed; forgetting the fact that I trained, cleaned the house, took little Melissa to school, did the laundry, cooked dinner, and cleaned the house a second time? You didn’t “regenerate” me- I was just the horrendous ordeal to end.
Horrendous ordeal? She left Wayne with no other option, but to defend his libido.
She could be an ass, and
, she did have an ass. The thought gives Wayne a feeling; he loves her. But like the alcohol, the feeling’s straying Wayne away from track. The sound of a revolution began to chime from all conceivable directions:
I felt the earth on Monday. It moved beneath my feet
in the form of a morning paper. Laid out for me to see.
Saw his face in a corner picture. I recognized the name.
Could not stop staring at the. Face I'd never see again.
It's a shame to awake in a world of pain
What does it mean when a war has taken over
It's the same everyday in a hell manmade
What can be saved, and who will be left to hold her?
The whole world,... world over.
It's a worldwide suicide
A man in a white shirt runs forward; an AK47 rested on his arms. Behind him, a thousand angry protesters march forward. The gunner has a somewhat demented look across his face. The crowd of protesters soon begin to mosh; this soon entices the gunner, as he begins to fire his AK at all conceivable direction… All this taking place behind Wayne and his swing. Wayne stretches his arms outwards and rests his arms on the ropes of the swing. The gunner leads the moshing crowd down a steep hill. Wayne pushes himself backwards on the swing; as he motions forwards he rests his body backwards and pulls his arms forward; the crowd nearing, but nowhere near a possible threat. Wayne slows himself.
Wayne:
You people. All you people. This goes from everyone in the locker room to those
ing marks that eat the festered waste of the wrestling industry. Be it, as it very well may, I can say that I pretty much know my way around this place; well adjusted to say the very least. But I have yet received the respect from my peers. I’ve overheard the bets in the locker room; I’ve been bared the hidden knowledge, the ins and outs, of the WFWF. And you all are going to side with a rookie whose biggest claim to fame is his relation to a spaced-out asshat?You all bet against me last week, and what happened? I kicked Calvin Lee in the ass so hard that he can’t even crap straight! So far, I’ve overcome all the bets and predictions and proved the whole world wrong. But still, with that in mind, no one has said, “Wayne’s gonna beat him”; “Whats-his-face has no chance; he’s as good as
ing ying-yang”. No. Not a single ing thing. But that’s ok, I’ve accepted that. That’s your scheme of things. It backfired, because it only makes me want to win even more. You take away candy from a child, he’ll just want it more- if he’s determined, he’ll have the whole store all to himself. This is just the beginning, and I’m going to have it all to myself. That’s a guarantee. We have aligned ourselves with true visionaries; Drakz and Kyzer. They took a broken down has-been of a wrestling promotion and have brought it back to what it really is, the world’s strongest wrestling entity. I mean, do you really think that Kyzer and Drakz took the WFWF for financial gain? Of course not! They took the WFWF because it was time for a fresh start in the wrestling business. Because, as athlete’s themselves, they knew that it was best for the business. Bringing it back for all of us, not for the legions of pathetic adolescents who’ll pass through a phase of wrestling, like a pair of braces!
But to be fair, our bigamous union with Drakz and Kyzer is rather double sided. They saw the potential, they gave us the chance and they passed us the ball; I for one am truly, truly grateful. They picked us up, and saved us from dire oblivion. For we were hanging by a thread- just mere inches away from falling into the WFWF’S graveyard roster. Kyzer and Drakz took the time and reached out their hands and saved us from dire oblivion. I couldn’t be anymore grateful. Do you know how much I tried to get Vanessa booked on a match? I fought for at least half a year. It was something I at least owed to her! A look where she is now, with her raw talent and the blessing of Drakz and Kyzer, she is our new Gyno Champion. Everything we once had is slowly coming back our way; arriving ten-fold. And we couldn’t have done it without Kyzer and Drakz.
Morgan Warner, I still can’t comprehend that fact that you actually got yourself a match. If there’s anything we all know is that you didn’t come here to wrestle; I disdain that. You didn’t come here for fame; I respect that. You came here to settle things with your sister; watching over her. Who knows, maybe you’ll probably beat me so hard that I won’t be able to defeat your sister for the Tishomingo championship; anything can be conjured, since we don’t really know what your capable of; with the exception of a few melancholic words that come off just pathetic. You don’t know much, but you do look after your kin- something I truly admire.
On Odium, I’ll be stepping in the ring with a virgin. At just like any other first, it’s going to hurt. Just because your sister can withstand an enormous amount of pain, it doesn’t necessarily mean that you will too. Whatever happens come Odium will be your first real introduction to the wrestling business. And before you make your way into the ring, you’re going to ask yourself one thing- what the
am I doing here? I can continue to antagonize you, but before I get well ahead of myself, I am going to stop. Because the last time I overlooked a rookie, I got my ass handed to me in a pay-per-view- and look where that rookie is now: he’s going to be in the main event on SuperBrawl IV.But, I do see potential and many, many good things in your future. So, I would like to personally extend my hand and give you an invitation to join us. If there’s anything I predict, is that there will be a great change, not just in the WFWF, but in the rest of the wrestling world as well. Victories shall be earned; losses will be shared, and blood will shatter. But when it’s all said and done, we will all see Michael Kyzer and Drakz for who they really are: our savior; the messiah.
Wayne motions out of the swing and walks away. The gunner and the protesters continue to race down the hill. The gunner, much farther down than the crowd, uses the AK to motion the crowd his way. The crowd gain speed; a rumble ensues in the middle of the crowd. The gunner reaches the ground and turns to find a large portion of the crowd (the lead front) falling down the mountain. The crowd behind them quickly stops to a halt, but the others behind them have yet to realize the delay and stop only on the last second and collide with the motionless protesters. They all slowly crumble down the hill; some colliding into one another. A young teenage boy is the only one left; he slowly walks down the hill- surveying all the death and damage around. He stops on the bottom; staring face to face with the gunner. A tear falls down the gunners face. He looks deep into the eyes of the teenager and drops his AK. The gunner walks past the teenager and heads up the hill.
The color fades to sepia. Wayne overlooks the scene and switches off the lights.
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OC- Another rushed piece. It's ok, isn't my best...
