Revvie®
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Post by Revvie® on Aug 11, 2013 19:27:36 GMT -5
Just throwing this out there, I am still looking for a feud to end in a match at S&S, and also was putting out a notice that if you want to guest star in my roleplay this coming show, send me a pm. I want to try to write with some people on this run, and do a few things before I end Rev. completely, so yea..pm if interested in either.
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Revvie®
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Post by Revvie® on Aug 11, 2013 15:33:55 GMT -5
I'd be ashamed to post something of mine that old >.>
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Post by Revvie® on Aug 11, 2013 15:05:49 GMT -5
Hell, i'd still be willing to work with you, but you don't seem to understand WHY it is important, and it's important to me that you do.
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Revvie®
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Post by Revvie® on Aug 11, 2013 12:05:15 GMT -5
This federation may have an ABOVE average respect for writing, and for the work put in. This is the reason we consider this a bad move, but I at least appreciate you stating it aloud. It may be a matter of semantics, but when you use stuff from other feds (even if its yours) you are saying that the fed isn't worth your actual effort. That says to me as a writer, that you are not willing to just sit down and write out something new for a new fed.
I figured the reasons on the match, but honestly, matches are not a terribly hard write. Especially when the reason that there was a back up was waiting on people to WRITE matches...not one on waiting on people to COPY a match and then finagle it a bit. If that was the case, we would never be backed up. Hell, we got logs full of matches.
Your debut, I don't have a problem with...just don't turn that into a habit, but when you were told that we didn't really care for it, and warned, then you did it again...really?
I wanted to work with you, and from the sights of it, numerous people did. I don't really want you gone, I just want you to realize why this is important. Again...we are a bit proud of our work here...and what the art and craft is...you wont find it in every fed.
Revvie
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Post by Revvie® on Aug 10, 2013 22:58:02 GMT -5
Figures, I still cannot for the life of me understand why people do that crap....bah humbug. My match is tainted. -cries- lol
Seriously though, grow a pair and write your own stuff, or write new stuff...whatever the hell the issue is here. I don't want to harp, mostly because I know others will, but come one...its rping, but we have some self respect in this fed for our work, and for our results.
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Post by Revvie® on Aug 10, 2013 10:49:36 GMT -5
The results were great, and I want to give a shout out to Constantine for writing my match. Obviously, I would have if I had time, but I have other projects that actually net me something, where this is for fun. So him doing such a great Job, was a solid move for me, because I got to enjoy a great match. Thanks man.
Also the two main events were amazing...yea, I said it. xD
Revvie
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Post by Revvie® on Aug 9, 2013 23:00:13 GMT -5
Proggy, I am open for a feud. I put out some feelers, but nothing back yet. First come first serve. I am just looking for some underwiring to the feud I have with Mike that will be a slow grow into Super Brawl, so I am open for current and S&S as of now.
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Post by Revvie® on Aug 9, 2013 15:48:26 GMT -5
Back in my day, flaps took FIFTEEN YEARS to get us our results one time. yep.
I don't know, I ran this place pretty much by myself when I was owner with CBT. His flakey ass didn't hurt me though, but then again I scouted like crazy, made connects, extended the roster for a few months, and had enough dedication to have a permanent writing team. Fancy smancy, I am bragging, I don't care. But seriously, lay off the whining. No one cares about your 'reasons', and frankly there are other feds out there if you want lower quality. WFWF is in a rut right now, help it out of it, don't come on the boards and make it look worse.
Revvie
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Post by Revvie® on Jul 27, 2013 3:36:08 GMT -5
Only advice, read others rp's to get better sense of things, and keep writing. Other than that this wasn't too bad. I would maybe say try to expand your scenes a bit more...don't be afraid to elaborate on things. Revvie
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Post by Revvie® on Jul 26, 2013 22:01:26 GMT -5
I will only add to what has already been said, but I felt like your monologue was strong, but the rest of your rp felt weak. I don't know any of your work, so I am just stating what I see. There is no atmosphere for me to get lost in. The conversation wasn't too bad, but I want to know more about where I am as a reader. Exaggerate a little. Revvie
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Post by Revvie® on Jul 26, 2013 21:55:06 GMT -5
I read this a few days ago. I still haven't figured out whether to applaud the creativity of using a rap, or just stay mildly confused. I guess I never thought of yukio that way, but then again I have been out for awhile. I don't know. I think it stands as interesting....and cant critique something like this...because I don't know much about this sort of writing but yea...haha Good Job. Revvie
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Post by Revvie® on Jul 26, 2013 21:52:08 GMT -5
I have to agree with Ace, this roleplay was really rough. Spellchecks and Grammar checks can be found on most search engines for free. Just read some others work, and keep writing. Those are the only tips I can give right now. Revvie
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Post by Revvie® on Jul 26, 2013 14:41:44 GMT -5
I still suck at the coding, ill figure it out...just don't hold it against me. Anyways, besides that, I am happy with this. I want to thank both Mike and Trace for their help and guest appearances of their characters....huzzah...and yea...that's it... Revvie
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Post by Revvie® on Jul 26, 2013 14:38:08 GMT -5
The Crossroads You know those moments when you wake up and you’re not sure where you are, but you’re pretty sure it’s not your place. Then after the hangover fades, you realize it actually is your place, and you’re the moron who destroyed it?
No? Me neither, but Reverend on the other hand was a much different tale. He woke that morning to a horrible, awful, disgusting, icky, gooey, and slightly sticky mess. The whole house probably needed a radiation tent, or some of those yellow lines. Anyways, his crappy home was a just a bit crappier that morning.
Shadow lay on his back, with a lump of something pressed against his spine. His reaction was understandable, but it didn’t work out. The crunch of broken glass beneath his palm caused the good Reverend to cry out, and collapse back down on the foreign object. His spine squealed its own appeal to the gods; it sounded like the first bite of a rice crispy treat, but coupled with a screaming man.
Where the hell is Trist? Reverend was use to him being wedged up his ass, and never did a morning go by without him butting in. His opinion was so ‘great’ that everyone in the world had to know. Trist gave Shadow enough grief that the good Reverend may (or may not) wish him dead daily. Today he wished him alive.
The pain was still stagnant in his back, and this time he forced himself through it, and up on his feet. Shadow looked at the hand in question, and saw blood bubble through the seams. After his hand, came the scanning of the forlorn area of disarray. Fire wood was now where the dining room table use to be, and a few lamps were in a few million pieces. Whatever the hell happened the night before was a blur to Rev.
He remembered a conversation with Lauren; their neighbor. When that ended, so did his memories. As far as Shadow was concerned, it was Trist’s fault. The probability of him being gone, and the house a mess, screamed GUILTY! Rev. couldn’t afford to get wound up, and the oozing wounds needed cleaned.
Reverend carefully, and with no amount of grace, moved around the obstacle course. With a sloppy tango, and a few gyrations of the hips, Shadow was uncomfortably in the bathroom. His view in the mirror was an image of a man he didn’t recognize; long locks of grey hair, and beard of the same tint. The elder gentlemen looked downright frail, BUT Shadow didn’t feel frail?
The last few days he felt something else, an urge in him. Rev. attempted to bury it with booze, or any other variety of intoxicants. This never lasted long enough, and there he was again, with the void. He looked down at his hand in the sink, as a crimson trail circled down the drain. Bile nudged at the good Reverend’s throat, and he hastened to his knees. Today it was not before the lord, unless of course you worship a porcelain crapper (I hope not).
“You know, I really DON’T like what you’ve done with the place. I leave for one damn night, and this?” His tone was of a nagging lover, but his purpose was all bunghole. “Seriously though, what the happened in here?”
Shadow’s voice echoed from the bowl at Trist, “Don’t...know.”
“Of course you don’t, and why would you? You’re only the one who destroyed the place, and left it in utter ruins, but yea, you don’t know.”
Rev. lifted his head from the toilet, “Is there something you need?”
The two of them eyeballed each other, “Someone left a message for you on the machine.”
“If it was the landlord, I don’t care.”
“No, I’m pretty sure she won’t be calling back.”
“Why is that?”
Trist laughed as he walked away from Reverend, who was still leaned over the pot, “Because the phone line is turned off.”
“Great,” and the dry heave continued.
It took twenty minutes to do what little clean up Rev. did. No, he didn’t shower like one might have, and maybe he didn’t brush his teeth. Ok, the man was as loathsome as his apartment, but he did wash his hands (they were out of soap). Shadow walked into the kitchen where Trist rummaged through the fridge. “We’re outta milk.”
“Don’t care,” and Rev. really didn’t. Since he woke up it was all basically bad news, and the sun wasn’t shining any brighter.
“You should care. How the hell am I supposed keep my bones strong if we run outta milk?”
Shadow laid his head on the counter, and a solemn cycle of throbs pounded. “Is the message still on the machine?”
“Uhhh yea, do you think I am a moron or something?”
Rev. decided to not respond, and pressed hard on the machine. He regretted his action as soon as a loud beep came over, but it ended quick , and the message followed without disruption.
"Hey... Rev-Jason, whatever you call yourself. It's Wayne McGurk., you around? I've got something you might be interested in. I'll be in town tonight. Drop by Murphy's on the corner of Melberg and Heyman around 6:30. Trust me, it’s worth your time.”
Murphy’s bar was a dive, and its appearance fit. The old neon barely blinked on, and there was no bouncer. Hell, they were lucky they had any patrons. Shadow knew drinking from a glass there was a guaranteed health code violation. The crust on the rims could tell you that, but it was his home away from home. His family was Jack and Jim the last few months, and he didn’t mind who knew. It is quite cliché, but the mighty man, he once was, had fallen.
When Rev. walked in, he caught the stale scent of tobacco. A cloud hovered over the entire bar, and a fog lingered in between the patrons(what few there were). It was a good thing that Wayne didn’t look much different to Shadow, and he quickly picked his old colleague out of the haze.
Seeing Him didn’t help the urge, but Rev. would have a beer in his hands soon enough. He pulled his ragged body through the smoke, and reached McGurk in seconds. He appeared to be in amazing shape, or at least when compared to Shadow. It was obvious who had done better, and it wasn’t the man of the cloth.
A dim light swung above Wayne's head, and the glow illuminated his presence. A cigarette between his lips, hung half smoked. It wouldn’t be long before a new one would rest in its place. Wayne didn’t change much in all those years; his hair was still tucked into a ponytail, and a smattering of gray was on the verge of a full take-over. McGurk’s thick layer of facial hair was no match, but a smile kept him looking young. "I remembered you looking a lot scarier."
Rev. looked down at his attire, but he didn’t have to. He smelled like liquor, and sweat. What he wore anymore consisted of rags, and his hair might have had a stronghold of some sort of pest. Still, who the does McGurk think he is, bringing that up? “What is it you wanted?”
"What are the chances you'd come back to the WFWF? The place is in need of talent right now, specifically the established kind."
“Why don’t you come back if that’s the issue?”
"Gave that up a while ago, and my daughter's the current champion; don't think she'd be too happy if I hung around much." Wayne smirked, and then flicked a bit of ash from his cigarette.
Shadow was skeptical about the deal; it just didn’t make sense to him. The hunger in him, however, was not much of skeptic. Its carnal desire was being called into action, and it pulled at the chain. Rev. said nothing as he struggled to keep composed.
"Trace currently owns half the WFWF and, on the Battleground pay-per-view, he's looking to win the rest off Xavier Pierce."
“I see management hasn’t got any better.”
"If you come in as part of his team come Battleground, you've got a contract, and Trace is open to negotiations. Start you off on a semi-regular schedule and an opening salary that's twice what you we're earning during your last run. Judging by how things have been looking for you, I'd think this through."
Taking a long drag, Wayne held himself for a moment and gave Shadow a nod. Looking into his cold eyes, Wayne felt a jump at the sight of a man who had once pushed him to his limits. He left his cigarette on the ashtray and stood from his seat.
"Give me a minute. Recon there's a better way I could put this all into perspective for you."
Reverend felt the urge regurgitate, and the chain in his head snapped. The lure of the squared circle had him. He could feel the adrenaline before the bell tolled for the match to start. The sweat, soreness, and the insatiable hunger; these were the drives of a champion.
Suddenly a voice shattered the good Reverend’s reverie, “You both bring me to one of these places, are you trying to make me relapse?”
The Demon planted himself into the seat, and used his sleeve to carefully scoot Wayne’s mess out of his way. He didn’t seem comfortable, but Reverend didn’t care. It may have been his bar every Thursday, Friday, and Saturday, but this was Tuesday, and it was McGurk’s idea.
A stiff glare came with few words from The Demon, “You look like crap.”
Why in the hell did everyone have to compliment on his appearance? Shadow let it roll off his back, he had no choice. The ache in him was chomping at the morsel that was dangled; a possible contract. The Demon locked eyes with the good Reverend, but Shadow was quick to kill his gaze. “So you want me to wrestle again?”
“Wrestle, fight, viciously murder my enemies, or whatever you want to call it. I just want you to bring your smelly self, haul it back into that ring, and do what you do best; beat people up and look kinda scary while you're doing it. I mean hell, it's not like you've got anything better to do, not when you're spending your time in digs like this.”
The Demons words were coarse, concise, and Reverend couldn’t answer. But his hunger had no problem, “Details,” it hissed.
“You see Shadow, I've grown tired of the little power struggle between myself and Xavier Pierce. I've got other aspirations that deserve my time. But I can't simply give him back the company, I can't even continue on as co-owners. So I'm going to end it the only way I know how.
“All or nothing, a four on four elimination match for total control of the WFWF. Can you imagine it Reverend, having the owner on your side again, just like the last time you were stinking up the joint. I could make your dreams a reality, give you whatever you wanted; even make you a saint again.”
Just as Reverend was about to respond, The Demon hurried his fist to the table. With a wild BOOM , every set of eyes was on them.
“But only if you help me win my match.”
The hunger didn’t care what the reason, it wanted fed. A beast scratched at the back of Shadow’s eyes, and he instantly pressed his hand out. His desire was all that mattered now, and he was being given deal. A deal that would take care of everything.
“I hope you've washed that hand.”
Reverend Shadow was home now, and he stared painfully into the mirror. The hairy homeless look was losing its appeal, and he pulled out a pair of shears. With a few strokes, Shadow released random locks of grey into the sink and on the floor. If he was going to be the Reverend, he had to change.
The door slammed shut, and a buzz could be heard behind it.
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Revvie®
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Post by Revvie® on Jul 25, 2013 21:50:35 GMT -5
I can't remember ever having had this much difficulty coming up with a theme song... Fudge nuggets, that reminds me, I have to make a new bio....
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Revvie®
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Post by Revvie® on Jul 23, 2013 18:26:08 GMT -5
Finally finishing up my first Draft for part 2, just one more and it will be done...Actually excited, and cant wait to get a minute to read everyones! xD
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Post by Revvie® on Jul 17, 2013 3:01:38 GMT -5
Old Man
By, Revvie
An interviewer once asked Shadow what he would do after wrestling, but he never received an answer. The response he got was more of gargle, with a few stutters to give it flavor. Rev. didn’t know where he would be, what he would do, or even why he was leaving.
Like a Cinderella story gone wrong, Reverend’s penthouse turned into shack. His personal chef was now a little guy on a can of ravioli. The whole party came with a guest by the name of Trist, his roommate.
“What the hell are you doing now?”
Shadow tried hard not to notice Trist, but he always failed. “Hey, do you hear me ahole?”
“Why do you have to use that language?”
Trist scoffed, “Don’t act all high and mighty; you’re not Mr. Clean over there.
He couldn’t tell if it was the insult, or the fact Trist was right, but he hated him for it. “What do you want?”
“It’s not really what I want, as it is what the landlord is currently staking you to.”
“To the point.”
“Fine, geez. Show a little respect, I am trying to tell a story here.”
Reverend showed him a glare of irritation, which was apparently enough ‘like’ respect, to keep Trist talking.
“Anyways, the POINT is we are a month behind, and I am paraphrasing here but, ‘you pay your fooking rent, or you get hell out!’ I can’t be sure, but I think she said something along the lines of she preferred we leave. Though it was mostly profanity mixed with whatever the hell she speaks.”
His fists clenched, and he could suddenly feel the barbed wire around his wrists again. Shadow bled from a crown on his head, and the cross rose into the sky. His back gave out to the pain, and the crowd roared.
“Seriously, are you even paying attention?”
“Rent, yea, got it.” Rev. said little. This was in small part to not knowing what to do about the situation, and in large part to not giving a crap.
Trist, whose very existence was a waste, was worried. Of course, Reverend was his place to crash (after a long day of eating Rev’s food, using his utilities, wearing his clothes).
“I don’t see how you can be so relaxed, she is about to throw us the hell out! I don’t know about you, but I am not a big fan of sleeping in a box again.” Rev. ignored him, and when Trist failed to cease his BS, the good Reverend made his way out of the tiny shack.
Into the moonlight he went, or what moonlight you could find. The city lights destroyed nearly every star, and clouded the glow of the night. Despite this, Reverend learned to enjoy the haze of the area, and even revel in it.
When the sliding door slammed behind him, Rev. was alone again. Silence; the night always brought that serene nothing. He looked over his tiny yard; filled with sporadic patches of grass, and dry dirt.
The dirt became ash in his eyes, and he fell to his knees covered in it. The remains of a loved one scattered; lost to him. Reverend’s heart broke, and the crowd roared.
Then, before the climax, his reverie broke. “Hey Jason, are you ok over there?”
It was his neighbor Lauren, which he liked well enough. He liked her better than Trist, but he figured he would enjoy herpes more than Trist as well.
“Can I at least ask why you’re on your knees, because unless you are blowing the invisible man; I got nothing.”
Reverend hated her crude sense of humor, almost as much as he hated himself for finding it attractive. She was in her twenties, and a college student. Shadow; well Shadow was old. His hair was grey, and his physique couldn’t keep up if he wanted it to. “I am fine.”
“That answers one question,” and apparently to answer the second, Lauren needed to enter his yard.
She opened her gate and walked on through to his island amidst the concrete ocean. Shadow hastened up off the ground; since he could no longer ignore her.
“So I ask again,” Lauren was now standing in front of him. A robe was wrapped around her, and two pink fluffy bunnies popped from her toes. “Why were you on your knees?"
If there was something playful in her voice, Reverend wouldn’t have known. Flirting was not an area he was particularly knowledgeable in, and the more time went on, the less he cared.
Shadow couldn’t produce an answer, but she moved on. “So it’s kind of late, what are you doing out here? I heard a door slam, and found you.”
“It’s nothing.”
“Are you sure?”
Reverend didn’t need her help; what he needed was the ring, but he didn’t know it yet. “Just vision problems lately, bothering my eyes…headaches.”
He muttered his imperfect lie at a speedy pace. Lauren’s eyes called him on it, but her words were different. “Aww, I am sorry sweetie.”
No condescension, but instead a stern ‘I know you lied to me’ look. Her brown eyes unnerved him, “Just nostalgic today.”
“Oh, dreaming of when you were a big shot eh? Mr. BIG SHOT!”
“Shhhh, you will wake up the neighbors.”
“Crackhead’s are deep sleepers."
Lauren came with a look of naïve innocence, and a bullheaded attitude. Shadow didn’t understand her; she was smart, pretty, and well versed in many fields of study. What he didn’t understand was why someone like her would be going to the local university. The place was a craphole, and that’s coming from a guy who was about to lose his.
“Oh come on, laugh. You know it’s true.”
“I think you are too certain of yourself.”
“Well, I think you are too uncertain of yourself.” Lauren was right, Rev. was uncertain, and he was uncertain of when he could be certain; due to the uncertainty (yea, try saying that five times fast). “Why don’t you just go back to wrestling?” Lauren knew enough him well. Reverend couldn’t tell if he loved her, or loathed her, for it.
His response was more of gargle, with a few stutters to give it flavor.
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Post by Revvie® on Jul 16, 2013 12:33:59 GMT -5
Sounds good. I really wish I had joined not so close to a show. I'm really excited to start writing. I've already done my notes and outline. If you are eager to write, sometimes and intro roleplay can be good for a new character. Then again, by your profile posted, I may just be eager to see what you got going on
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Post by Revvie® on Jul 14, 2013 10:20:50 GMT -5
made a deal with devil, Lucifer says hi.
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Post by Revvie® on Jul 14, 2013 8:42:59 GMT -5
-starts planning awesome things with Revvie- xD I'm stoked to see ya back, dude! You better be happy
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