Post by jondavenport on May 17, 2016 21:35:48 GMT -5
OOC: So when my friend and longtime e-wrestling compatriot we're discussing possibly fedding again, we sat down with the white board and mapped out a six month Rockers 2.0 angle. In this particular scenario, he's turning heel. This was the first "RP" i've written in over six years. The rust is evident. Not to mention this is for a completely different character than from the one i'll be initially handling here. So, please feel free to comment and criticize as needed lol.
Bright round lights. Staring up at the domed ceiling I couldn't make out anything but the bright illumination of hundreds of glass bulbs glowing with a heat and brightness to rival the sun as I lay supine on the canvas.
"What just happened?"
My ears rang with a intense, overbearing but muffled sound. The people were in shock. I could barely make out the inflection of there tones beyond the distorted mess that entered my ears but I knew. I definitely knew.
Suddenly the black shadow, the last thing I saw before I fell, came back into view and blocked out all of the light. Like a Norseman swinging his mighty axe, so did this assailant swing his metal folding chair.
CRAAACK
With a sudden crash, the shadow lifted. I felt my legs go numb. The bright light returned and flooded my now blurred vision. Suddenly the distorted sound of the on lookers was a mere ringing. I could hear nothing but a high pitched ring. Then I saw him.
"I told you! I told everyone!"
He turned from me, casting a large black shadow out of my periphrial vision easily twice as large as he stood. In his hand, the very instrument that he had used to acost me. I laid prone, helpless as he approached."
"I'm better than you! I'm the reason we made it! I don't need you, you piece of shit! I hate you!"
My eyes were watered, spit flew from his mouth near inches from my face. I couldn't move. I started to feel a warm liquid coursing down my face. A few drops got into my eyes and made my already blurred even more difficult to ascertain if the shadow rising again was the metal folding chair or if in fact I was losing consciousness.
CRAAACK
The tell tale shadow rose and fell again, the wind that dispersed below it's very motion chilled my skin before everything went black. The ringing stopped. Total silence. He had done the unthinkable. A friendship which had spanned more than half of our collective lifetimes was betrayed with what would be become as the most violent incident ever witnessed on a professional wrestling program. My Vision still hadn't returned unto me by the time I felt warm latex on my face. The ringing had returned but through the piercing high pitched sounds I could hear them. Calling out to me.
"Derek, can you hear me? Get the gurney ready, he may have a neck injury!"
Feeling returned to my extremeties. My toes to my eyes were a constant sharp pain like that of hot needles piercing the skin. I was stiffened and attached to a stretcher. The blinding light now visible but not nearly as overpowering as I assessed my situation left and right as far as my eyes could see. We we're heading up the ramp. I could see small children and women crying, men with there hands upon there heads, bewildered."
"We're taking you out of here, Derek. Hang in there for me."
I couldn't see the face of the man who was speaking to me. The surreal moment was culminated when looking ahead, at the top of the entranceway to the arena I saw it. My heart sank. The pit of my stomach turned and it took all I had left not to choke on the bile that rose into my throat. On the screen, my lifelong friend, tag team partner, the man whom I considered my brother. How many miles had we traveled? Countries seen? Championships and accolades obtained in our chosen profession. However, This was no dream. Roz Blayze had betrayed me. His wide eyed, angered expression the final haunting visage as we pushed through the curtain and again, darkness.
The Roz Blayze and Derek Draven epic had only begun...
Bright round lights. Staring up at the domed ceiling I couldn't make out anything but the bright illumination of hundreds of glass bulbs glowing with a heat and brightness to rival the sun as I lay supine on the canvas.
"What just happened?"
My ears rang with a intense, overbearing but muffled sound. The people were in shock. I could barely make out the inflection of there tones beyond the distorted mess that entered my ears but I knew. I definitely knew.
Suddenly the black shadow, the last thing I saw before I fell, came back into view and blocked out all of the light. Like a Norseman swinging his mighty axe, so did this assailant swing his metal folding chair.
CRAAACK
With a sudden crash, the shadow lifted. I felt my legs go numb. The bright light returned and flooded my now blurred vision. Suddenly the distorted sound of the on lookers was a mere ringing. I could hear nothing but a high pitched ring. Then I saw him.
"I told you! I told everyone!"
He turned from me, casting a large black shadow out of my periphrial vision easily twice as large as he stood. In his hand, the very instrument that he had used to acost me. I laid prone, helpless as he approached."
"I'm better than you! I'm the reason we made it! I don't need you, you piece of shit! I hate you!"
My eyes were watered, spit flew from his mouth near inches from my face. I couldn't move. I started to feel a warm liquid coursing down my face. A few drops got into my eyes and made my already blurred even more difficult to ascertain if the shadow rising again was the metal folding chair or if in fact I was losing consciousness.
CRAAACK
The tell tale shadow rose and fell again, the wind that dispersed below it's very motion chilled my skin before everything went black. The ringing stopped. Total silence. He had done the unthinkable. A friendship which had spanned more than half of our collective lifetimes was betrayed with what would be become as the most violent incident ever witnessed on a professional wrestling program. My Vision still hadn't returned unto me by the time I felt warm latex on my face. The ringing had returned but through the piercing high pitched sounds I could hear them. Calling out to me.
"Derek, can you hear me? Get the gurney ready, he may have a neck injury!"
Feeling returned to my extremeties. My toes to my eyes were a constant sharp pain like that of hot needles piercing the skin. I was stiffened and attached to a stretcher. The blinding light now visible but not nearly as overpowering as I assessed my situation left and right as far as my eyes could see. We we're heading up the ramp. I could see small children and women crying, men with there hands upon there heads, bewildered."
"We're taking you out of here, Derek. Hang in there for me."
I couldn't see the face of the man who was speaking to me. The surreal moment was culminated when looking ahead, at the top of the entranceway to the arena I saw it. My heart sank. The pit of my stomach turned and it took all I had left not to choke on the bile that rose into my throat. On the screen, my lifelong friend, tag team partner, the man whom I considered my brother. How many miles had we traveled? Countries seen? Championships and accolades obtained in our chosen profession. However, This was no dream. Roz Blayze had betrayed me. His wide eyed, angered expression the final haunting visage as we pushed through the curtain and again, darkness.
The Roz Blayze and Derek Draven epic had only begun...