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Post by Admin on Sept 30, 2019 8:49:08 GMT -6
Reaper vs "The Queen of Kings" Erin Blue Roleplay Limit: ONERoleplay Deadline: Sunday, October 13, 2019 @ 1AM Central
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Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2019 19:16:36 GMT -6
All our times have come Here but now they're gone Seasons don't fear the reaper Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain, we can be like they are
Come on baby, don't fear the reaper Baby take my hand, don't fear the reaper We'll be able to fly, don't fear the reaper Baby I'm your man 12 YEARS AGO It had been a few weeks since Aaron was removed from the football team and he had found a new group of friends to hang out with. Nerds, geeks, whatever you wanna call it. Did he miss the jocks? Meh. It was lunchtime and the jocks’ table had been hijacked for cheerleaders to sit and sell tickets to the Homecoming dance. As the jocks got their food and walked towards it, they knew already they weren’t getting that table. Big Gus was the football teams’ center. 275 pounds. Nearly six and a half feet tall. No one fucked with him. Ever. Of course, it was Gus who spotted Aaron sitting at the nerd table and he nodded in that direction and the team grinned and headed towards the table. As they approached, they started to slide one student’s tray off the table, but Aaron put his hand on it, “Go the fuck away.” “This is our table this week. Get lost, Blu.” It was Gus and he wasn’t taking no for an answer. Everyone at the table started grabbing their stuff to move and Aaron stood up, “We’re staying. If you have a problem with that, then tough shit.” “We can move, Aaron. It’s fine.” “It’s not fine. We were here first. They can find someplace else to sit.” Gus had finally had enough and he reached out and grabbed Aaron by the shirt and pulled him in close like he was a small child and said, “I’m telling you once more to move.” Aaron’s response was to headbutt Gus right in the nose. Of course, that wouldn’t stop the pummeling that would ensue as Aaron got the crap beat out of him. But in the end, Gus got suspended. The team lost their center and lost the homecoming game.
Valentine is done Here but now they're gone Romeo and Juliet Are together in eternity, Romeo and Juliet 40, 000 men and women everyday, Like Romeo and Juliet 40, 000 men and women everyday, Redefine happiness Another 40, 000 coming everyday, We can be like they are
Come on baby, don't fear the reaper Baby take my hand, don't fear the reaper We'll be able to fly, don't fear the reaper Baby I'm your man
7 YEARS AGO It had been two weeks since Aaron was asked to move tents. He was angry about it. He hadn’t been the one to initiate that kiss. For the first several days after his shift, he would go back to his new tent and stew about what happened. One night, after going to sleep, he was awoken but a group of guys trapping him in his sleeping back and dragging him out of the tent and drug for who knows how far beyond the tents and then he was kicked and punched through the sleeping bag which offered little protection from the blows. Aaron managed to get himself partway out of his bag and he lunged for the nearest set of legs to him, tackling him the ground and he began to pound away at the body until he’s drug off. “Going to kill you for that, Blue.” Aaron struggled as he’s held and he lashes out and kicks at the nearest guy, hitting at the wrong angle at the right spot, snapping the bone in the leg as he screams out in pain. He turns to the other and used a judo throw to take him to the ground and drives a fist right into the nose, breaking it instantly as blood begins to gush from his nostrils. Leaving, one guy left who was moving in on him, but suddenly stopped. “Blue.. wait..” Aaron charges him and tackles him to the ground and begins to wail away on him until he feels the blood on his fist just as a big light comes on, engulfing them in bright brilliance. “Hold it right there!” Aaron rises to his feet and holds his arms up in the air, stepping away from his assaulters, but he doesn’t say a word. He’s taken to a tent and told to wait there. And wait he does. After what seems to be hours, his CO enters the tent, “Look, Blu -- I think we’ve come to a conclusion as to what happened back there, and I’m sorry. Maybe it’s best, for your safety if we just sent you back stateside.” There really was no arguing it at this point. The fact is, this is how things are here and Aaron knew that. All he could do was nod his said and offer a “yes, sir,” before rising to move back to his tent though sleep never did come for the rest of the night.
Love of two is one Here but now they're gone Came the last night of sadness And it was clear she couldn't go on FOLLOWING THROWDOWN The cab ride back to the hotel was long. Erin had taken a long shower at the arena, but she was still hurting from her match with Bruiser. But Bruiser had long ago left her mind as her mind only focuses on her next challenge. The fucking Reaper. What the fuck was wrong with her? The cab pulled up to the hotel and she got out and paid her fare before entering the building and steps into the elevator. Once it stops, she gets off and finds her room and as she opens the door, she sees both Louisa and Casey sitting on the bed and at their feet are suitcases. Erin looks from one to the other before asking, “What is this?” “We’re going home.” “We cannot watch you do this to yourself? The Reaper, Erin? What the fuck are you thinking?” They both stand and walk over to her, “You want to do this, then fine, but we cannot go with you. We cannot watch him do what he does to you. We just can’t.” It’s obvious they both have been crying which in turn sees tears forming in Erin’s eyes as well. “So that’s it? You both just leave me?” It’s quiet for a long moment before Casey speaks up, “We love you, but we can’t sit back and watch you destroy yourself.” “At first it was really awesome watching you out there wrestling,” Louisa pipes in, “I mean, when it was the indies, you seem to be having so much fun and now…” “Now, you’re trying so hard and it doesn’t seem fun for you anymore…” “And now, the Reaper. Erin, seriously!” Erin hasn’t responded to anything as of yet as she shakes her head, dropping it down. “This is my life. I don’t know what you want me to do? I…” They each take one of her hands, “You do what you need to do for you, but we have to do what’s best for us. We can’t watch you get taken apart by the Reaper.” “But what if I can beat him?” The silence that follows only proves to amplify the lack of conviction in Erin’s voice as she shakes her head and pleads, “Please don’t go…” There’s plenty of tears to follow, but in the end, Casey and Louisa each pick up their suitcase and walk to the door. “Sorry, Erin.” “Yeah, sorry.” The door opens and they walk out as the door slowly shuts behind them.
Then the door was open and the wind appeared The candles blew then disappeared The curtains flew then he appeared, saying don't be afraid Come on baby, and she had no fear And she ran to him, then they started to fly They looked backward and said goodby, she had become like they are She had taken his hand, she had become like they are Come on baby, don't fear the reaper ON CAMERA Sitting on the floor, Erin Blue is hugging her knees to her chest as her head is resting. She doesn’t look at the camera but remains there for nearly a minute before she finally looks up. She shakes her head and looks as if she’s about to say something, but then seals her mouth tightly shut as she rises to her feet. She begins to page the room, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. The silence in the room causes the microphone to get more sensitive though it really only picks up the shuffling of her feet as she keeps pacing back and forth. She stops and turns to the camera once again as if finally finding the words she wants to say and then turns and she grabs everything off the desk behind her and just tosses it all across the room in one swift motion. With her back turned to the camera, she leans against the desk as her body begins to shake as she grips the edge of the desk tightly in both hands and the only sound that can be heard now is that of her breathing heavy. Finally a single word slips from her lips but it’s hard to tell who she might be addressing when she asks, “Why?” When she finally turns back towards the camera, her face is bright red and tears stream down her face. She shakes her head and she walks over and picks up a plant with a ceramic vase and turns to the camera and screams, “Because, fuck you. That’s why!” She chucks the plant at the camera and the loud crashing of glass is heard before everything turns black.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 5, 2019 0:37:39 GMT -6
The smell of high-grade disinfectant and hours-old perspiration is thick in the air, as much so as the shouts, both vocal and over the intercom. Yet, in a big city hospital such as this, that is par for the course. Especially on the weekend, when the crazy gets a little thick and the spirits are flowing free. There is always a party going on somewhere, and along with it someone who has a bit too much of the liquid courage swirling in their guts. Good drink leads to bad decisions which leads to life-changing events, and seldom are these happenings the gateway to something or someone better. This is from whence the blue and red lights come flashing with squealing brakes and the unmistakable aroma of burning rubber as another ambulance brings another poor soul loaded with wounds created by poor judgement.
You can hear them even from the upper floors.
And from whence is where the world finds itself. Two uniformed officers stand outside a patient’s room, obviously as guards, though for who and from what is left up to conjecture. The elevator dings and the two men smoothly straighten their posture and their hands move to their belts, near but not upon their service pistols. Upon seeing who steps from the car, however, the officers tip their hats in a bit of a polite salute.”Good evening, Captain Denis.””Evening, sir.”One guard, tall and blonde, tips his hat to the Captain while the other, stocky and dark of hair, eyes and complexion, offers a polite if stiff nod. Captain Denis walks up to them, looking between the two before responding.”Gentlemen. Anything from the patient? Any visitors?””According to the doctors… no. They say the patient has stabilized a fair bit, but they’re still comatose.” The captain’s reaction upon hearing this is a sour one; either he had been intending to ask questions of the patient or genuine concern is causing him to feel poorly. It could very well be a little bit of both. When the other guard pipes up, however…”There was a visitor, though. A little while ago. We…””Well, that is to say…” ”...go on.”They would have, but nervousness had a hold. Denis, in no mood for tap-dancing around the matter, is about to unleash a little bit on the two youngsters when a voice cuts in from just past the double-doors, their opening and closing bringing more blaring announcements and the ringing of phones from the nearby nurse’s station.”The visitor was me.””Er… yes. It was him.” ”Aloysius-””Yes, I know his name.”Captain Denis turns around to face AMV, who stands before him with a cup of coffee in his hand and a small smile on his face. Denis looked less than pleased to see the lawyer, who sips his beverage lazily. After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, Vance gestures toward the patient’s room with his cup.”Were you heading in, Captain? If so, I’ll happily join you. Though I doubt the patient will have much to say.””Is this a joke to you, Vance? Do you even give a damn about anyone other than yourself, or are you just here to see if there’s profit to be made in someone else’s suffering?!””...sir?”Clearly this is atypical behavior from the veteran officer. If Vance is perturbed by the outburst, though, he does an excellent job in masking his reaction. Taking another sip of the coffee, he walks past Denis and to the door. Very nearly does the captain reach out and grab the lawyer by the arm, though he restrains himself. Vance turns to Denis and again nods to the door.”Follow me, Captain.”Entering the room, Vance holds the door open behind him. Denis, meanwhile, turns to the two guards and says in a no-nonsense tone.”No one enters this room unless they’re a medical professional. Understood?””Yes, sir.” ”Understood, sir.”Following Vance into the room, Denis shuts the door behind him. The laywer, already on the other side of the bed, sips from his cup as he gazes down at the person lying there. It is impossible to even tell what gender the person is, what with the myriad bandages covering exposed flesh, the machines connected to them via tubes and wires and all else… it might as well be a medical experiment more artificial than actual… or the start of some wild sci-fi flick about cyborgs and revenge. Denis comes to the other side of the bed and where Vance is impassive in his observation, Denis looks obviously distraught.”The hell kinda monsters do this to someone like that? Someone who never hurt anyone over anything.””You know them pretty well?””Yeah. For most of their life.”Studying the captain a few more moments, Vance returns his attention to the victim in the bed, downing the rest of the coffee and calmly dropping the crumpled cup in the waste basket nearby.”My father always told me that life wasn’t fair and that’s why they needed people like us to help it along. But there’s unfair and then there’s wrong. Unfair teaches us a lesson and wrong makes us want to end it all.””Deeper than I’d expect from an ambulance-chaser.”Snorting, Vance looks to Denis fully now.”Why are YOU here?””Because I knew you would be.”Silence from Vance. Denis stares him in the eye before looking back to the patient.”Sandsmark giving you trouble?””As only a fed can. Word around the campfire is that he has your boys on edge down at the station, too.””More so than I would like. But there’s not a damn thing I can do about it. To them, this matter involves too many of the wrong people, and that means they need the so-called big dogs on the case. Something like this hasn’t happened in many a year and I’ve been glad for it. But what fragile peace this place possesses is about to be over with due to that elitist bastard digging too deep into business that doesn’t need unearthed.””...why the all-out candor with me today, Captain? Usually you can’t stand to look at me, much less be so honest.””Because…”Shaking his head, Denis takes off his hat as he gazes at the patient’s covered visage, looking quite sad beneath the wrinkles and gray-yet-vital state of a man who’s seen too much for too many years.”Because this time you’re part of the solution, not the problem.”Vance falls silent for once, watching as the Captain puts his hat back on and leaves the room, past the guards and through the double-doors toward the elevator. After a few more moments staring at the patient himself, AMV releases the breath he’d been holding and speaks quietly to no one in particular.”I still wonder how in the hell you do that. You sure that you ain’t a real ghost or something?”The humor is unwelcome and Vance knows it, but he is simply trying to lighten the mood. He is joined, in the place where Denis recently stood, by the masked Reaper. The tower of a man, swathed in all black as usual, stares down at the bed himself… or that’s where he seems to be looking anyway. After several quiet moments, Vance stretches and starts to speak.”I’ll just… give you a little quiet time-”But before the thought is finished, Reaper turns and leaves the room, giving the guards a well-done fright just by leaving the room when he clearly didn’t go in. There’s questions, but they are muttered. There are orders to stop, but they are whispered. Vance exits the room soon after, the guards looking at him quizzically. And to that, AMV just shrugs and chuckles.”It’s just like you thought, boys. He’s Batman.”Having no prepared reply for AMV’s spot-on levity, the guards merely watch as the lawyer follows Reaper out of the area and through the double doors.*Cameras On* The first sight to greet the fans tuning in to the Mile High Wrestling channel online is that of the being known as Reaper. Sitting on an old folding chair with his hood up, the masked beast has his hood up, covering the metallic visage that he’s affecting today. Lifting his false face to the camera as his gloved hands creak due to clenching and releasing, we see a masked that looks like a skull. The eye portions look like mismatched spyglass lenses, the teeth are like jagged gears and little plates of metal, crooked and mishappen, make up the rest. His hands tighten into fists once more and it seems like a bit of red has ignited behind the eye holes.
Seems, that is. After all, such a thing isn’t possible. It certainly shouldn’t be, anyway.
The voice of Aloysius Marcus Vance IV greets the world as they stare into (or perhaps try to evade) the stare of Reaper from behind that creepy mask. Chances were that this fellow wouldn’t have any trouble at all freaking people out on Halloween; he was having an easy enough time of it already!”Why did David fight Goliath? Why did Leonidas send his 300 against Xerxes and the Persians? Why did Arnold challenge the Gooch?”Pontificating while staying out of sight, we can easily imagine the smirk on the fourth-generation lawyer’s face as he speaks of the grand challenges of the past, some comical and some deadly… though one of them is a bit obscure to those who aren’t fans of 80s sitcoms, admittedly.”There are reasons for each and every such battle, futile as it may look, regardless of the end result as etched on the pages of history. Some fight to inspire others to rise above what they are to become what they might be. Some fight because they are tired of being bullied and looked down upon. Some fight because… they simply know no other way to exist. The heat of battle, the bloody joy of conflict, the satisfaction of using one’s own strength to put down a hated foe…
...and then you have poor fools like Erin Blue.”The camera panned during this point… once Reaper lowered his head again. Standing behind his seat, the sermonizing AMV gesticulates grandly, emphasizing his potent words and the sonorous tone used to deliver them. That is, until he reaches for the heaves and mentions the name of the Queen of Kings. Then…”Quite frankly, I think the poor girl is mental. Nine other doomed souls charged at Reaper in the battle royale to try and win that precious cup which, honestly, is little more than a paperweight at this point. No offense, Robert, but a golden cup is a bit light of a prize to hand someone for decimating a third of your roster. Just saying. After that, Rebecca Maguire thought she had an ax to grind over her elimination in the aforementioned melee. Anyone who watched ThrowDown last time saw how far her fighting spirit got her against the embodiment of vengeance. And Leah? Shall we be kind and say that the young lady put up a good fight before Reaper rendered her defenseless in short order?But if you ask Erin about her thoughts on the matter, all you’ll get is insults and threats, scattered among the standard drivel and some tripe about having something to prove to herself and the world and… you know what?”Shaking his head, AMV lets the smirk fade from his features. As he does so, Reaper rises to his feet, punching a leather-covered fist into his opposing palm. It sounded like a muffled gunshot and emphasized the force that the monster of a man is capable of delivering. Aloysius, meanwhile, walks around to stand in front of him, further showing off just how beastly in terms of size that the masked man was.”Let me tell you why you’re doing this, Erin, because after all the crap you’ve been spraying through your thumbs on social media and no doubt posting on fan sites under some anonymous handle, trying to drum up support for your failing career, I don’t want anyone coming into ThrowDown, especially you, with false assumptions on the brain. You’re doing this for the same reason that the so-called Bruiser did it. For the reason that so many before you and even more after you will do it. Now, pay attention, for I am going to elucidate to not only you, but the entire wrestling world at large. And I don’t want to have to repeat myself.
You, quite simply, are using my client as a steppingstone. You see what a win could do for you in Mile High and, somehow forcing aside the knowledge that one wrong move against my client could end everything that you’ve worked for in your career up to this point… you are going through with it. Instead of showing boldness in challenging a champion, or perhaps taking a side in this idiotic gang war that’s coming about, or even making an open challenge and showing the entire locker room that you mean business… all methods I would personally endorse… you’re attacking, verbally and soon physically, the biggest and most dangerous rookie in Mile High Wrestling. What does Reaper have that you think you can take and make your own? No title reigns, no notoriety other than the piles of bodies in his wake… not even three matches in the company.
And yet, Reaper is going to be your gateway to glory? I mean, I’m certainly not trying to denigrate my large friend, here. I am merely stating facts. You understand that, big man, don’t you?”A silent yet imposing nod from the beast. AMV is noticeably relieved.”Truly a relief. Erin, however, does not understand. She seems to think that despite your overwhelming size, strength, motivation, ruthlessness, cooking ability, mechanical skills and understated voice-acting ability, she’s just going to saunter into that ring on ThrowDown and embarrass you. And that’s before she beats you, Reaper. I mean, what can you even say to that, to a woman who makes such grand claims with an amazing level of conviction, yet when she finally gets her face in front of a camera to detail this grandiose-yet-suicidal plan of hers for ending you… she lets out a grand total of six words swiped from a Dave Chapelle sketch? In what world, and all of Heaven and Hell, is there even a response for something like that?!”Steadily getting to a more and more hysterical level, AMV puts Jim Carrey to shame with his overacting about the whole damn thing. He’s keeping a straight face, though, for what that’s worth. Reaper, however, lowers his head to stare at AMV, then to look at the camera.
And his response? A slow shake of his head. AMV is far more verbose with his own retort.”Because fuck Reaper, Erin?”For once, Vance looks to be at a loss for words. He throws up his hands and lowers them again, letting out a dry chuckle.”We’ll make sure it goes on the tombstone they use to mark where your dead career is buried, little girl. I’m tired of trying to tell you people not to poke this monster. I’m sick of having to put up with your shitty comments on Twitter and watching Mile High Wrestling glorify these mismatches, not understanding or not caring what they’re doing to their roster by letting them throw themselves against an unstoppable nightmare like the man here behind me. And I’m done listening to the arrogant crap you’re tossing about, little girl. So when I say this, Erin, I want you to hear it, to feel it, from your toes to the top of your head. I want your heart to clench and your brain to shiver when these words reach you, because as far as I’m concerned, in this moment I’m saying what Reaper wants, not what I want:”Leaning in close, AMV stares hard into the camera that his face now dominates.”You’re a dead bitch at ThrowDown. And no one’s gonna fucking cry for you.”AMV shoves the camera away angrily and storms off. Reaper can be seen to move past, but he has nothing for the camera anymore, either…*Cameras Off*
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