Post by Tempest Razum on Mar 24, 2019 16:04:08 GMT -5
Tempest Razum RP
Kingdom Come PPV 3/25/19
Matt Draven vs. Tempest Razum
"A Promise Kept"
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It was the year 979. Tempest Razum’s eyes opened. She hesitated at first, but managed to swallow the lump that was forming in her throat.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“This isn't going to end well.”
The underbrush crackled and shifted under her weight as she made her way through the trees. Her forearm braced against the onslaught of branches and vines until she broke free to a clearing. She lowered her arm, a little worse for wear as she gazed at the forest floor. Normally she would have been enchanted by the pillars of light that breached the branches above, but her thoughts were elsewhere.
As the afternoon sun gave way to red-skies, she took a break and leaned against a large tree stump to rest. She sat down and slipped her shoes from her feet and cleared them of debris, one at a time. Boy did her feet hurt, she rubbed them, noticing how dirty they had gotten. It was no wonder why as the shoes she had worn weren't made for hiking. Stuff kept getting caught in them. She was constantly clearing pebbles and twigs from them.
The young Temptress closed her eyes, then slumped over surrendering to the toll of the trek. The thought of spending the night alone soon worried her. She sighed, fighting the urge to let panic take over.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“Keep it together, Tempest. This is nothing. It's just another witch hunt.”
Tempest attempted to calm herself, remembering how, on any normal day, she would have daydreamed about going on an adventure like this outside of her home town.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“How stupid was I, thinking I could convince this ignorant town to allow me to enter the bare knuckle tournament. They think any woman who can fight like a man is automatically a witch. Makes me kinda wish I WAS a witch, so I can really do some damage in return.”
She took in several deep breaths and closed her eyes, all the while, assuring herself that she would be okay, as long as she didn't panic.
While she was trying to clear her thoughts, she could see an image forming in her mind's eye. It was peculiar to her because it wasn't her imagination. No, it was more real than that; it was as if she was seeing it right in front of her. She clenched her eyes shut, trying to make out the shape that was flowing towards her. The movement reminded her of the gentle rustle of the wind through the trees, but she could see it as clear as day as it flowed towards her.
Wooooosh...
The wind rushed past her, howling, and blowing her skirt above her knees. She held the silky fabric down while opening her eyes. The gusts had become so powerful that leaves and small debris were picked up in their wake. Tempest lifted her head as they twirled above her. Enthralled by the sight, she watched, and for a moment had the notion she was controlling it. She could almost hear two separate voices speaking to one another in her haze. She could vaguely make out what those voices were saying.
VOICE 1:
“Nature, you cannot have her… She is mine… She is lust…”
VOICE 2:
“Worry not, Vile Feline… She is a rare breed… She is both lust and logic… She just might be the future Queen of Balance that I seek… But she’s also a Temptress…”
VOICE 1:
“She is not the beast you need, nor is she the pure heart you require… Leave her to me, and I will mold her…”
Tempest continued to watch as the winds gathered above her head, growing stronger as it swirled into a single point, forming an orb.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“Who are you? I can hear you!”
The light within it glistened and grew stronger the more she concentrated. Tempest’s breath released as she found she was holding onto it as she was in focus. Her eyes suddenly shifted to her feet . She shrieked loudly and jerked, stunned she was floating a few feet above the ground.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“Get me down!”
Her legs and arms began to flail about as she panicked. She stumbled forward, knocking the orb down to the ground with herself. It blasted a small crater into the earth and released a large shock wave that shook the ground and rattled to the top of the trees. The birds squawked from their high perches at the sudden disturbance, and she found herself joining them with a short scream.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“What is going on, did I do that? I was floating off the ground. No, way... You can't go crazy in this place. Snap out of it! It didn't happen…”
She leaned back on an old tree stump to catch her breath and looked over at the stick she had plucked earlier. Her thoughts raced while she tried to come to terms with whatever just happened to her. As much as she wanted to call herself crazy and dismiss it, something told her, there was more to whatever that was, even if she didn't fully believe it.
VOICE 1:
“Tempest… Razum… You are a wonderful being. You are destined for greater things than just mere pugilism… Do not let them shun you from bloodsport if that is what your heart desires… But do not settle there… You are a timeless soul and under my tutelage you will find more success than you have ever dreamed.”
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“There it is again… I’m not losing my mind, you are real aren’t you?”
VOICE 1:
“I am only as real as you would like me to be… I am Agatha. The VVitch has left, it is just you and me now. No more winds, no more leaves, no more trying to figure things out… If you so choose to become my pupil, you will earn the chance at eternal life, and as for your wish to become witch, it may come true, just as your desire to fight. They will chase you no more… They will praise you instead… Your desire to inflict pain, your desire to enjoy human flesh, and your desire to repay the fools of this island will all be satisfied…”
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“What do I have to do to become witch?”
AGATHA:
“It pleases me to hear you ask…”
Tempest’s hands shook on her lap. She had never seen anything like that before and was both amazed and frightened by it. She sunk down into the tall grass and scooped up a leaf that was carried by the wind, studying it with her tired eyes. As exhausted as she was, she wouldn't close her sleepy eyes again, in fear of what would happen if she did.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“Perhaps I am already dreaming. That would explain everything. But would this be a dream that I would be able to wake up from?”
Tempest slowly relaxed and allowed her head to rest back as her eyes drifted into submission to her exhaustion. At that point, Agatha walked up from behind one of the trees and placed her hand gently under Tempest’s head, providing a comforting support to her slumber. Agatha then smirked sinfully as she watched Tempest sink into her own dreams.
We suddenly lose the feed to ripples of water and the screen becomes pitch black.
A few seconds later white text fades in to the black screen:
The scene fades in and what we see is a small conference hall, almost like a modern day church. The walls of this place are pristine and white with no decorations. Rows of benches and lines of chairs are all facing a wooden podium on a clean and carpeted stage. A white pull-down screen is behind the podium with some WCF footage being shown.
The camera travels up to the front row, where three women sit. The three women are Agatha, Tempest Razum, and Noa Kanon. They patiently watch the WCF report being shown on the screen. Noa and Tempest seem to be Whispering to each other and giggling while Agatha pays full undivided attention to the projected video.
VOICE OVER ON VIDEO:
“Exclusively on Pay Per View! WCF presents KINGDOM COME! Don't Miss it!”
The video clip shows random footage of different members of the active roster performing inside the ring. It transitions into clips of Kingdom Come from past years, and then ultimately to Hank Brown sitting at a sports desk next to Zach Davis.
HANK BROWN:
“That's right, folks and it is all coming at you live. Zach Davis joining me right now for a little insight. Welcome, Zach.”
ZACH DAVIS:
“Good to be away from Freddy Whoa for a change.”
HANK BROWN:
“Well, let's get right to it. You are closer to the action than anyone else, Zach. As tensions rise, friendships collapse, and alliances are forged… What can we look forward to at Kingdom Come?”
ZACH DAVIS:
“Well, you have the triple threat hardcore match, these guys are set to bring the house down, bar none! That in itself is a main event. But every match on this card could be a main event. Yes, there's the world championship match between former beasties Alex and Bonnie. Yes, there's the TV championship match with newcomer making his debut in a title shot. Yes there's the match between a fucking ANIMAL vs Scotty motherfucking SLAYER for Christ's sake! This pay per view is jam packed, but hands down I am mostly excited about Odin v Wolf v X for that hardcore strap!”
HANK BROWN:
“I hear ya, Zach. This pay per view card has all the makings of a classic. Maybe even worthy of a One card. But we are lucky enough to get it for Kingdom Come! And tell me, Zach, what about the opener? Matt Draven vs. Tempest Razum?”
ZACH DAVIS:
“What?”
At that point Tempest Razum, who is sitting between Noa Kanon and Agatha, inches forth in her seat with a wide eye smile. Agatha smirks and looks at Tempest sideways while Noa sneers and grabs at Tempest's shoulders with excitement.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“She did it… She fucking did it, that crazy ass bitch.”
Back on the projected screen, we see Hank Brown and Zach Davis continuing to talk while a ‘tale of the tape’ style side by side comparison pops up with Tempest and Draven pics.
ZACH DAVIS:
“Let's get one thing straight. By no means is this going to be a sleeper match. But I honestly had no idea this was on the card.”
We see edited footage of Matt Draven hitting his signature moves on past opponents and looking great doing it.
HANK BROWN:
“You have a TAG TEAM champion, the very talented Matt Draven, six feet tall, two hundred and eighteen pounds… Taking on a woman who is about five and a half feet and weighs no more than a buck sixty five. On paper, Matt Draven has a really easy walk in the park for this one… But when you take a look at what Tempest Razum has done these past four weeks, along with her partner Noa Kanon, you can't deny that Tempest may very well be a future tag champ herself!”
Footages of The Xanadu Circle doing in a couple of opponents and just being total cowardly bullies, jumping people and laughing about it.
ZACH DAVIS:
“That's true, Hank. But let's be honest… Matt Draven is a straight shooter. He will deliver an ass whooping to your face and make you sign for it. Tempest, on the other hand, is never alone. There's Noa, there's Agatha, and there are like two hundred nameless hags that follow them around. Draven will do well to simply go in on Tempest hard and fast and make it a quick match because the longer this thing goes, the higher chances of interference, and Matt quite frankly cannot allow that.”
HANK BROWN:
“Very well said. That should be one hell of a way to open to jam packed show. The second match on the card, it gets even better. Scott Slayer, the--
At that point the projector shuts off and the pull down screen rolls up. Standing behind the screen is Lady Abernathy. She steps forward with a smirk and stands at the podium.
LADY ABERNATHY:
“You heard right, ladies… Signed, sealed, and delivered. Now, as per my agreement with Agatha, I will not tell you what to do, but as you can see, I will point you in the right direction. What you do with the opportunity is up to you.”
Tempest Razum rises up from her seat. Agatha and Noa hyping her by rubbing her shoulders and rattling her hair as she grins fiendishly at the thought of being in the ring against Matt Draven.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“So… The Bitch in Black delivers on her befogging deal. This Matt Draven guy is in some deep shit now. How does that new age saying go? Wrong place wrong time? Poor little man thinks he's going to be the opening act that everyone will forget, but little does he know that he will be the instrument that I use to set the bar for the rest of the night. I will make sure that whoever is up after us has a tough time living up to the hype of violence surrounding this pay per view. You mark my words… There will be blood.”
The camera zooms in to Tempest Razum's face as she smirks confidently with Agatha and Noa standing beside her.
Kingdom Come PPV 3/25/19
Matt Draven vs. Tempest Razum
"A Promise Kept"
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1,040 YEARS AGO...
The visual we are now greeted with is rather strange; The edges of the screen are blackened into the shape of a circle and our line of view is limited to a fish-eye format with a blue haze over a black and white motion picture. It would also seem that the footage is somehow being cast under water, due to the ripple effects and wavy overlay. It soon becomes more obvious that we are looking at a distant past.It was the year 979. Tempest Razum’s eyes opened. She hesitated at first, but managed to swallow the lump that was forming in her throat.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“This isn't going to end well.”
The underbrush crackled and shifted under her weight as she made her way through the trees. Her forearm braced against the onslaught of branches and vines until she broke free to a clearing. She lowered her arm, a little worse for wear as she gazed at the forest floor. Normally she would have been enchanted by the pillars of light that breached the branches above, but her thoughts were elsewhere.
As the afternoon sun gave way to red-skies, she took a break and leaned against a large tree stump to rest. She sat down and slipped her shoes from her feet and cleared them of debris, one at a time. Boy did her feet hurt, she rubbed them, noticing how dirty they had gotten. It was no wonder why as the shoes she had worn weren't made for hiking. Stuff kept getting caught in them. She was constantly clearing pebbles and twigs from them.
The young Temptress closed her eyes, then slumped over surrendering to the toll of the trek. The thought of spending the night alone soon worried her. She sighed, fighting the urge to let panic take over.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“Keep it together, Tempest. This is nothing. It's just another witch hunt.”
Tempest attempted to calm herself, remembering how, on any normal day, she would have daydreamed about going on an adventure like this outside of her home town.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“How stupid was I, thinking I could convince this ignorant town to allow me to enter the bare knuckle tournament. They think any woman who can fight like a man is automatically a witch. Makes me kinda wish I WAS a witch, so I can really do some damage in return.”
She took in several deep breaths and closed her eyes, all the while, assuring herself that she would be okay, as long as she didn't panic.
While she was trying to clear her thoughts, she could see an image forming in her mind's eye. It was peculiar to her because it wasn't her imagination. No, it was more real than that; it was as if she was seeing it right in front of her. She clenched her eyes shut, trying to make out the shape that was flowing towards her. The movement reminded her of the gentle rustle of the wind through the trees, but she could see it as clear as day as it flowed towards her.
Wooooosh...
The wind rushed past her, howling, and blowing her skirt above her knees. She held the silky fabric down while opening her eyes. The gusts had become so powerful that leaves and small debris were picked up in their wake. Tempest lifted her head as they twirled above her. Enthralled by the sight, she watched, and for a moment had the notion she was controlling it. She could almost hear two separate voices speaking to one another in her haze. She could vaguely make out what those voices were saying.
VOICE 1:
“Nature, you cannot have her… She is mine… She is lust…”
VOICE 2:
“Worry not, Vile Feline… She is a rare breed… She is both lust and logic… She just might be the future Queen of Balance that I seek… But she’s also a Temptress…”
VOICE 1:
“She is not the beast you need, nor is she the pure heart you require… Leave her to me, and I will mold her…”
Tempest continued to watch as the winds gathered above her head, growing stronger as it swirled into a single point, forming an orb.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“Who are you? I can hear you!”
The light within it glistened and grew stronger the more she concentrated. Tempest’s breath released as she found she was holding onto it as she was in focus. Her eyes suddenly shifted to her feet . She shrieked loudly and jerked, stunned she was floating a few feet above the ground.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“Get me down!”
Her legs and arms began to flail about as she panicked. She stumbled forward, knocking the orb down to the ground with herself. It blasted a small crater into the earth and released a large shock wave that shook the ground and rattled to the top of the trees. The birds squawked from their high perches at the sudden disturbance, and she found herself joining them with a short scream.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“What is going on, did I do that? I was floating off the ground. No, way... You can't go crazy in this place. Snap out of it! It didn't happen…”
She leaned back on an old tree stump to catch her breath and looked over at the stick she had plucked earlier. Her thoughts raced while she tried to come to terms with whatever just happened to her. As much as she wanted to call herself crazy and dismiss it, something told her, there was more to whatever that was, even if she didn't fully believe it.
VOICE 1:
“Tempest… Razum… You are a wonderful being. You are destined for greater things than just mere pugilism… Do not let them shun you from bloodsport if that is what your heart desires… But do not settle there… You are a timeless soul and under my tutelage you will find more success than you have ever dreamed.”
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“There it is again… I’m not losing my mind, you are real aren’t you?”
VOICE 1:
“I am only as real as you would like me to be… I am Agatha. The VVitch has left, it is just you and me now. No more winds, no more leaves, no more trying to figure things out… If you so choose to become my pupil, you will earn the chance at eternal life, and as for your wish to become witch, it may come true, just as your desire to fight. They will chase you no more… They will praise you instead… Your desire to inflict pain, your desire to enjoy human flesh, and your desire to repay the fools of this island will all be satisfied…”
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“What do I have to do to become witch?”
AGATHA:
“It pleases me to hear you ask…”
Tempest’s hands shook on her lap. She had never seen anything like that before and was both amazed and frightened by it. She sunk down into the tall grass and scooped up a leaf that was carried by the wind, studying it with her tired eyes. As exhausted as she was, she wouldn't close her sleepy eyes again, in fear of what would happen if she did.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“Perhaps I am already dreaming. That would explain everything. But would this be a dream that I would be able to wake up from?”
Tempest slowly relaxed and allowed her head to rest back as her eyes drifted into submission to her exhaustion. At that point, Agatha walked up from behind one of the trees and placed her hand gently under Tempest’s head, providing a comforting support to her slumber. Agatha then smirked sinfully as she watched Tempest sink into her own dreams.
We suddenly lose the feed to ripples of water and the screen becomes pitch black.
A few seconds later white text fades in to the black screen:
FAST FORWARD TO PRESENT DAY
The scene fades in and what we see is a small conference hall, almost like a modern day church. The walls of this place are pristine and white with no decorations. Rows of benches and lines of chairs are all facing a wooden podium on a clean and carpeted stage. A white pull-down screen is behind the podium with some WCF footage being shown.
The camera travels up to the front row, where three women sit. The three women are Agatha, Tempest Razum, and Noa Kanon. They patiently watch the WCF report being shown on the screen. Noa and Tempest seem to be Whispering to each other and giggling while Agatha pays full undivided attention to the projected video.
VOICE OVER ON VIDEO:
“Exclusively on Pay Per View! WCF presents KINGDOM COME! Don't Miss it!”
The video clip shows random footage of different members of the active roster performing inside the ring. It transitions into clips of Kingdom Come from past years, and then ultimately to Hank Brown sitting at a sports desk next to Zach Davis.
HANK BROWN:
“That's right, folks and it is all coming at you live. Zach Davis joining me right now for a little insight. Welcome, Zach.”
ZACH DAVIS:
“Good to be away from Freddy Whoa for a change.”
HANK BROWN:
“Well, let's get right to it. You are closer to the action than anyone else, Zach. As tensions rise, friendships collapse, and alliances are forged… What can we look forward to at Kingdom Come?”
ZACH DAVIS:
“Well, you have the triple threat hardcore match, these guys are set to bring the house down, bar none! That in itself is a main event. But every match on this card could be a main event. Yes, there's the world championship match between former beasties Alex and Bonnie. Yes, there's the TV championship match with newcomer making his debut in a title shot. Yes there's the match between a fucking ANIMAL vs Scotty motherfucking SLAYER for Christ's sake! This pay per view is jam packed, but hands down I am mostly excited about Odin v Wolf v X for that hardcore strap!”
HANK BROWN:
“I hear ya, Zach. This pay per view card has all the makings of a classic. Maybe even worthy of a One card. But we are lucky enough to get it for Kingdom Come! And tell me, Zach, what about the opener? Matt Draven vs. Tempest Razum?”
ZACH DAVIS:
“What?”
At that point Tempest Razum, who is sitting between Noa Kanon and Agatha, inches forth in her seat with a wide eye smile. Agatha smirks and looks at Tempest sideways while Noa sneers and grabs at Tempest's shoulders with excitement.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“She did it… She fucking did it, that crazy ass bitch.”
Back on the projected screen, we see Hank Brown and Zach Davis continuing to talk while a ‘tale of the tape’ style side by side comparison pops up with Tempest and Draven pics.
ZACH DAVIS:
“Let's get one thing straight. By no means is this going to be a sleeper match. But I honestly had no idea this was on the card.”
We see edited footage of Matt Draven hitting his signature moves on past opponents and looking great doing it.
HANK BROWN:
“You have a TAG TEAM champion, the very talented Matt Draven, six feet tall, two hundred and eighteen pounds… Taking on a woman who is about five and a half feet and weighs no more than a buck sixty five. On paper, Matt Draven has a really easy walk in the park for this one… But when you take a look at what Tempest Razum has done these past four weeks, along with her partner Noa Kanon, you can't deny that Tempest may very well be a future tag champ herself!”
Footages of The Xanadu Circle doing in a couple of opponents and just being total cowardly bullies, jumping people and laughing about it.
ZACH DAVIS:
“That's true, Hank. But let's be honest… Matt Draven is a straight shooter. He will deliver an ass whooping to your face and make you sign for it. Tempest, on the other hand, is never alone. There's Noa, there's Agatha, and there are like two hundred nameless hags that follow them around. Draven will do well to simply go in on Tempest hard and fast and make it a quick match because the longer this thing goes, the higher chances of interference, and Matt quite frankly cannot allow that.”
HANK BROWN:
“Very well said. That should be one hell of a way to open to jam packed show. The second match on the card, it gets even better. Scott Slayer, the--
At that point the projector shuts off and the pull down screen rolls up. Standing behind the screen is Lady Abernathy. She steps forward with a smirk and stands at the podium.
LADY ABERNATHY:
“You heard right, ladies… Signed, sealed, and delivered. Now, as per my agreement with Agatha, I will not tell you what to do, but as you can see, I will point you in the right direction. What you do with the opportunity is up to you.”
Tempest Razum rises up from her seat. Agatha and Noa hyping her by rubbing her shoulders and rattling her hair as she grins fiendishly at the thought of being in the ring against Matt Draven.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“So… The Bitch in Black delivers on her befogging deal. This Matt Draven guy is in some deep shit now. How does that new age saying go? Wrong place wrong time? Poor little man thinks he's going to be the opening act that everyone will forget, but little does he know that he will be the instrument that I use to set the bar for the rest of the night. I will make sure that whoever is up after us has a tough time living up to the hype of violence surrounding this pay per view. You mark my words… There will be blood.”
The camera zooms in to Tempest Razum's face as she smirks confidently with Agatha and Noa standing beside her.
