SB RP: Da Mystery of Chessboxin'

{We find ourselves walking down a thin, winding pathway behind one EBR. The first thing we notice is the overwhelming amount of coniferous trees that surround both EBR, and us, the casual observer. Due to the height of the said trees, any potential sun is blocked. This causes us to have no ideal way of knowing what time of day it is, and perhaps more specifically, where we are. Though, with any pre-existing knowledge of the world, we are quick to realize we are in a forest, just simply with no apprehension of what city, state, or possibly country. Though, considering that it’s EBR we can assume it’s no where obscure. Never was one to go to extreme lengths to make a point. EBR continues to walk along the trail slowly, his feet barely leaving the ground as his foot skids across the dirt. After each step, a small cloud of dust gently sweeps up, leaving minuscule foot steps. Because of this, even if we didn’t see him we’d know that someone was here. However, considering the shrill silence that surrounds us the forest seems hardly frequented. Really, it comes off as a great place to bury a dead body while never worrying about getting caught.

Our exploration of the forest ends fairly quickly. There’s nothing to see; just trees and dirt. Well, the occasional branch shows up on the ground. In our mind’s eyes we see this as a place of recollection. He’s probably here to think about his current WFWF expedition. After all, there are many things to think about. Along with Alex Sean and Calvin Lee he’s raised eyebrows and has been involved with, to some degrees, their controversial actions. EBR turns around and acknowledges us. Due to the setting, one would expect EBR to be near impossible to read. That’s not the case. EBR looks at us with a sly smirk on his face, gleaming with confidence. However, he doesn’t glow with cockiness; at least not anymore. Now he simply looks relaxed and laid back. He knows what he’s going to, and needs to, say. Thus, we listen.}

EBR: We’re misunderstood. Really, that’s all there is to it. Are we, the Anointed, bad people for wanting to make the WFWF better? Now, before you judge, just listen. We’re not here to bring the WFWF back to what it was three years ago; we just want to simply improve upon it. See, people label us as the “Anti-Christ” of the WFWF. Is that really fair? Everyone assumes all we’re planning to do is jump people from behind, attack them when they’re not looking, or beat them when they’re down. Really, we have no intentions on randomly attacking CBT or Justin Tyme. Everything we do is calculated and always has a motive. I’m not going to attack someone who I honestly believe has no reason to be singled out. But still, you get involved with one person and suddenly you’re the bad guy. Hit one person from behind and suddenly you’re the black eye of the WFWF. I mean, you all watch Odium. How often are there run-ins? How often are weapons involved? So please, explain to me why when I do it it’s so much worse?

{He holds his left index finger up, signaling some type of idea.}

EBR: The answer is fairly simple; Fear. See, the Anointed is associated with fear. People fear us because they’re not familiar with us. If Yukio Blaze attacks someone it’s accepted because you see him every week. But I haven’t been around for three years; no one knows who I am. So when I come, they think it’s some type of apocalypse, like the end is near or some other ridiculous claim. Now, don’t get me wrong. That doesn’t bother me. I mean, no one knows any better. No ones knows that I’m looking out for the good of the WFWF. See, truth be told, I think there’s a lot of talent currently here in the WFWF. I’m not here to bring it back to the WFWF of the old; I’m here to bring the WFWF back to stability. So, how do I do that? By targeting the people who hurt it. Unfortunately, in this case, that would be MOD.

{EBR looks down, almost sympathetically. He rolls his tongue over his teeth, as if he’s in the process of contemplation. He runs his hand over the back of his hair, and stares at us in a way that reflects regretfulness, but due to his past the sincerity has to be questioned, no matter how honest he may currently be.}

EBR: MOD, I really have nothing against you. This whole ordeal, as weird as it sounds, is not personal. It’s really not. I have nothing against you as a man. Hell, I have nothing against you as a wrestler. It honestly does bother me that you have to be the victim here, because really, you don’t deserve it. You’ve been a staple of the WFWF for years. You’ve been good for years. But that’s the problem. You’ve been good; you’ve never been great. Now, that’s fine. I’m not calling you out because you’ve never reached the next plateau to greatness. But see, that’s where my problem with you starts. I hear through the grapevine one day that you’ve been inducted into the Hall of Fame? Now, I’m not biased, I know that’s hypocritical coming from me, but I’ve at least made some small piece of history in being the first Undisputed Champion. But what have you done? What have you done to earn enshrinement? You and I both know that in your heart of hearts, you can’t answer that. You and I both know you don’t deserve it. You and I both know that regardless of your lack of significant achievements, you did reach the next plateau to greatness.

{He holds his hands up, palms facing us, as if to direct himself to stop.}

EBR: Now, do I blame you for that? No, I don’t. See, I know getting into the Hall of Fame has nothing to do with you. I know you don’t control that. I wouldn’t have expected you to say no to going in. But because of something that was out of your control, you have to pay for it? That’s the part that really hurts, for me at least. I know you did nothing wrong. I know you personally never hurt the WFWF, but it was the WFWF that hurt itself. The WFWF put you in the Hall of Fame. But how do I get back at a company? Unfortunately, it involves me pinpointing you. I am, in all honesty, sorry about what I’ve been doing to you. It’s not something I specifically want to do, but it’s something that I feel I have to do. Now, your partner…{He chuckles}…that’s a different story…

{EBR stares slightly to the side. As seconds go by, you can see the difference in his attitude. As he continues to think, you can see the tension mount. He goes from looking laid back to simply looking on with anger. As he once again turns to us, he talks slightly louder, to some degrees more aggressive, then how he was previously communicating.}

EBR: Total Apocalypse, surprisingly enough, I don’t hate you. That’s simply because of how insignificant you are to me. People only hate competition that’s continually good, that’s continually a threat. People don’t hate something that continually fails to live up to expectations. There’s a reason people hate the Pittsburgh Steelers, and there’s a reason no one hates the Arizona Cardinals. See, me and TA have a history. A long time ago I started some beef with him, and honestly, he squashed it. He beat me when it mattered; he beat me in the big pay off match. Next to winning the Heavyweight Championship, I’ll talk for him and confess that it was the biggest moment of his career. But TA, that’s not why I dislike you. It’s because of what you represent. See, we both went up the same way. We’re the two guys of that era. You know, the same two guys in every era. The two guys that elevate quickly and become stars faster then everyone else. {EBR rolls his eyes} Unfortunately, we both crashed down even quicker. See, we represent wasted opportunity. The only difference is I’ve accepted it, and I’m at least trying to make up for it. Why else would I be here? When we bailed on the WFWF, we left them with nothing. Hell, when we bailed MOD got into the Hall of Fame. I know I have to make up for what I did. I’m trying to make the WFWF better. Buy why are you here, TA? For personal gain. You got involved without being invited or requested. Sure, MOD asked you, but I don’t really blame him. After all, it was three against one. But ask yourself TA, why are you back? To attempt to make another name for yourself? Right now, you’re preventing us from completing our goal. We’re trying to aid the WFWF, and you keep standing in the way. But not for long.

EBR: You know this a one time match, TA. You know this is just your way of keeping your history, hoping that no one forgets about you. But I ask you, prove me wrong. Stay around, TA. Don’t let this be a one time thing. I’d ask you to promise me, but I don’t want to see you lie. You know after Superbrawl you’re gone. And everyone will know that what I say is the truth. I want you to stay around. I want to end this…{EBR compulsively moves his index finger, trying to find the right word }..“thing” we have. See, with MOD it's just business. With you, it’s not. Superbrawl won’t end our “conflict”. But I know you’ll let it.

{EBR walks around slightly, pacing almost. He breathes slightly in an act to calm himself down. Evidentially, it’s working.}

EBR: It’s funny. I come in and attack the MOD, and I’m the bad guy. Total Apocalypse comes in and does it to me, and he’s the good guy. It’s weird how things like that work out, isn’t it?

{His attention turns away from us as he continues to walk along the dirt trail. The only difference between the beginning and now is we no longer follow him. Soon, he begins to fade from our sight.}