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Post by Logan K Michaels owner on Feb 21, 2008 13:23:40 GMT -5
all parties in this match should roleplay here.
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Post by High Horror: Dual Champion on Feb 24, 2008 21:45:57 GMT -5
The screen comes to show The High Horror outside in the park. Bundled up with his jacket and Slayer hat. His hair hanging down the side of his face under the hat. He’s leaning slightly against a tree with one foot pressed up against it as he observes other people in the park. His eyes, focused on a guy and a girl. Each one happened to be walking their dog through the park. Brought together by their dogs friendly playing with each other. They now are in deep conversation forgetting completely about the animals. You can see all the sly hints that she throws out to him that he completely misses. A missed shot that could cost him everything.
~flash~ The crowd cheers as The High Horror climbs to the top turnbuckle, his opponent laying flat in the middle of the ring. He looks out to the crowd, a smile comes across his face. He goes for the diving elbow drop to solidify the match in his favor. In the last second his opponent moves out of the way. The High Horror hits hard and curls up holding his elbow. He hears a thud in the ring. He turns his head out to see his opponent standing over the referee.
~flash~ You see Horror’s eyes shift to another spot on the park. A mother on a park bench with several of her children playing around her. Her eyes focused on the one sitting next to her. Everybody else does not matter and her ears are deft to them. Her other two children proceed with their snowball fight. Most of them miss, hitting others in the park but not the mother. Then one connects knocking the other child down to the snow.
~flash~ The ring and everything around Horror spins as he stands still holding his elbow. He sees no one; so he turns to continue his search for his opponent. His face quickly made contact with a steel chair dropping Horror to the mat. Now the top of the dome spins and blurs. A shade of red comes over Horror’s vision as he tries to make an attempt to reach his feet again. But the overwhelming steel brings him down once again.
~flash~ You see sadness comes over Horror’s face this time, he turns his head slightly to one side as the mental images come at him recalling old pain. But then his attention is drawn away from the thought of that match when he hears a guy yelling. He lifts his visor at the direction. A father is yelling at his child climbing a tree. He’s telling him to get down before he gets hurt. He worries of the fall and the injury he could sustain. The child doesn’t want to go down. He finds out that it was easier finding a way up then finding a way back down. But his dad is there at the bottom like a safely net for him.
~flash~ Horror is up on the top turnbuckle with his opponent. His opponent keeping Horror at his mercy as he lays in rights to Horror’s bloody face. The camera changes for a moment to the inside of the ring. Two folded out chair face each other in the middle of the ring. Then it changes back as he hooks Horror in for a suplex. He’s lifted upside down high on the top turnbuckle. Then the fall from the heavens brings Horror’s back on top of the chairs. The chairs crush underneath and fly to opposite ropes, both chairs dismantled. Horror’s back feeling the same way as he lies in pain.
~flash~ Horror readjusts himself against the tree, bringing his visor down towards himself as he does. But his vision stays there, he brings his hand up in front of him palm up. He stares blankly at it as if he can see an image inside. He can feel his whole body begin to tense up. He pulls his jacket off of his forearm. His veins are easily visible down it as he clenches his fist and turns his arm around.
~flash~ Horror’s arm shown closely grabbing a hold of the top rope. The same veins being shown on his sweaty arm. He pulls himself up to rest on them. His opponent already on his way up the ramp looks up at the Titan-Tron, the image of Horror making his way back to his feet after the torment he put him through. He quickly turns around back down the ramp to finally finish the job he started. He pulls a pair of brass knucks out of his trunks. Horror falls back down to one knee, his hand still grasping the top rope.
~flash~ Horror pulls his coat back over his forearm. He leaves the tree and is now making his way through the park. He hears a baby crying as it gets carried by its mother, putting up a fight until the very end. The child is upset and it brings new found strength to him. He’s too young to even remember the reason why he’s upset. But he fights like the pain will stay with him forever.
~flash~ He comes upon Horror as he still rests on one knee. His opponent places his left hand on Horror’s head and reaches back with the knucks on his right. Then, Horror falls to the mat. His opponent laughs as the crowd boos. He picks Horror up as the crowd starts to get behind Horror. He leans Horror fully standing on the top turnbuckle, arms wrapped around it. With the loss of blood covering most of Horror’s head and chest, his opponent reaches back one more time. Horror looks and sees his opponent eyes. With that he takes his swing, missing Horror as he ducks down behind his him. In a last effort attempt, Horror hooks in his finisher, the Dreadful Acts. Both men lay flat. You see Horror looking up towards the rampway.
~flash~ Horror lowers his hat visor as he continues. Not revealing his eyes to the people around him.
Horror – After that night of pain and torment, they began to call me the “The King of Dread.” For my refusal to stay down and die, people dreaded and feared me. I had earned the name. It was not something self-proclaimed on my part. It is not just a gimmick that I will stay with until the last breath finally leaves my body. It’s what brought me to the “big dance”, It’s a place I grow to miss. I am trying something new in NEW, to try and pull away from this pain and sorrow that continues to haunt my life. The fans loved me and so did a woman, Julia. While it was short lived it served its purpose to remind me of who I am and who I cannot be. That route did not bring me where I wanted to be. But now I am on the right track. I have a Hardcore title defense tonight. And I will walk out with that title, but I have to go through Blade. That should not be hard at all.
~flash~ In the backstage area, Horror has one of the medical staff looking after him. He is approached by Jake Morgan, the man that he had just beaten, whose concern for Horror’s health is clearly painted on his face as he talks to Horror. Trying to tell him everything before he could speak. His side of the story needed to be said but Horror wasn’t listening. Horror stands up to face to face with Jake Morgan, no emotions is on his face. Without saying a word Horror walks away from him. ~flash~
Horror – Walk away, turning my back on everything. It’s the only thing I have become good at it seems. So there is nothing left but to spread my pain onto others. NEW… The High Horror is back on top of the wrestling world, the undying phoenix is reborn, living forever through pain and sorrow.
~flash~ Announcer – Coming to the ring at this time, standing at 6’9, weighting in at 290lbs, from Port Vue, Pennsylvania… ‘The King of Dread’ THE HIGH HORROR!!!!
A chorus of boos and some cheers follow the announcer’s words… ~Flash~ OOC: Meh, not the best, but I wanted something up now, I will have more later this week prolly.
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Post by High Horror: Dual Champion on Feb 25, 2008 15:32:11 GMT -5
Kill Zone. I came. I saw. I conquered. Strong words, aren’t they? But when one has just achieved great success, there are never words too strong to describe how they feel. As someone who has held gold on many occasions, I speak from experience. When that moment comes when you have reached that great goal for yourself, when you have accomplished something that few have, you practically want to stand on the rooftops and shout for the entire world to hear. It is a moment of triumph few have felt; the moment when you know you are better than anyone else. And for that brief moment, it seems that all the stars are aligned and the world revolves around you. The food tastes better, the beer seems to be constantly flowing, and beautiful women just seem to gravitate to you. It makes all that you have done up to that point finally seem worth it.
Blade, I’m sure you have experienced all of that by now. When you found out you were getting a shot at my title, you must have felt as high and mighty as Julius Caesar, and you know what, I bet you still do. That’s understandable seeing as you’ve finally got a shot at NEW gold, finally grabbed that brass ring that you’ve always been close enough to touch, but never been able to snatch it away. Now that you’ve got it I’m sure you’ve been out partying all night long every single day of the week. That’s all well and good, and I’m sure every experienced wrestler will say that they’ve done the same thing. But they would also say something else.
You know what that is, Blade? Right now, in between living up your recent success I’m sure you feel pretty good about your self. You lost to Blaze, one of NEW’s long running superstars, and still won the Hardcore title shot in the process. Makes you feel pretty great, right? Well, there’s a lesson that you need to learn now or you’ll learn it by my hands soon enough. So many champions, and contenders upon their first or second dance with the gold believe that the title belt or contenders placement makes him invincible. He believes that because on one night he was the better man no one can match up against him. Is that what you’re feeling right now, Blade? If it is, then you better wake the f*ck up right now. You can enjoy that great moment of victory if it happens, but when you start thinking nobody can take you down, then you will suffer the very same fate that Caesar himself did. This Hardcore Title shot you’ve got right now isn’t a free pass, it’s a target. Every guy in the back is ready to come after you, ready to take you off of your high horse. Guess what? It’s time to find out if you will still be left standing after you have to actually wrestle the champion. Will you conquer or will I turn out to be the Brutus to your Caesar? The answer is up to you. You can fight me with all you’ve got or treat me as nothing only to find out far too late what you are facing, just like Caesar. But that’s all your choice, your choice whether or not after our match you’ll be saying “Veni, vidi, vici” or “et tu, Brute?” Those may only be words, but as I have found out, words, even only two little ones have strong meaning. And if you don’t see what is in store for you, I have a good feeling I will hear two great words very soon:
Still champion
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