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Evan Bodom vs. Julian Norris; QFTG First Round Match
Topic Started: Mar 19 2008, 02:57 PM (403 Views)
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From IPW Arena in Atlantic City, NJ


Quest For The Gold Tournament
First Round Match

Evan Bodom vs. Julian Norris

RPing Rules: Each participant may RP once a day with a maximum of four RPs for the week. The deadline for RPs will be 5:00 PM CENTRAL TIME on Tuesday.
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(ooc: the first quoted portion of this rp was actually written 10 months ago. So do not include it in the evaluation of the rp. It was just needed as bg information. And yes this is my first rp in about 10 or so months lol so give me a break. jk. Thanks :) )

[size=4]…June 15th, 2007…[/size]

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We open inside of Julian Norris' apartment. The camera zooms through the door, past a black dress and black dress pants, which are lying on the floor. It continues to roam past scattered items, until it finally stops. We see Julian Norris sitting on the side of his bed, shirtless, with a phone in hand. Sweat droplets run down his face and his eyes look glazed over. Sitting behind him, peering over his shoulder, is Mira Rose. Mira has a large white t-shirt on and her hair is a mess.

Julian Norris: You call here crying like a fucking baby, and expect me to act sympathetically. Let's compare checks. Don't challenge me. I said don't threaten me. You've got nothing on me. In fact, without me... PRO is nothing. You're damn right I said it. Gold or no gold, I'm one of the elite out there. You know that. Alright, tell you what. Here is what is going to happen. Shut up. Shut the fuck up for one minute. Now, here is what is going to happen. Dude, shut the hell up.

Julian sits in silence for a few seconds as the man on the other side of the phone is obviously talking or mocking him. Finally when the man shuts up, Julian says his last words.

Julian Norris: I'm leaving. Yep.... I'm done. And, in case it hasn't hit you yet. You've just lost the submission ace, money, the reliable source, and well... you're fucking future.

With that, Julian slams the phone down. He takes a few deep breaths, making sure he fully understands what he has just done. Mira slides around the side of the bed and places her hand on his leg.

Mira Rose: ...So what next...

Julian thinks about this question, long and hard. When he finds an answer, he stands up and grabs a black suitcase from the dresser. He turns around and opens it, revealing his shiney gold TV title. He peers at it, looking at his reflection in the gold. Mira watches as he leans down and kisses it, grabs it, and walks towards the window.

Julian Norris: What's next? I have three things in mind. Number one... I'm going to destroy the past.

Julian opens the window and holds his precious title outside of it. He smiles and strokes the gold before quickly dropping it to the concrete below. We hear the cracking of metal as it hits. Julian looks down at it, takes another deep breath, and then closes the window. Mira looks a bit concerned as Julian turns back around and begins rummaging through a pile of mail that is lying on his bed stand. He finds a piece that he is looking for and rushes to open it.

Julian Norris: Number two... I'm going to create my future.

The piece of paper is flung onto Mira's lap. She reads it with excitement, and regains that evil smirk. Julian watches, and then walks over towards her. After reading, she looks up at Julian. He smiles and straddles her on the bed. Mira's eyebrows raise in confusion and a bit of nervousness.

Julian Norris: Number three.... I'm going to live in the present.

Mira falls back onto her back and looks into his eyes.

Mira Rose: What does that mean?

Julian's lips slide down Mira's neck. She begins to breath rapidly. He then rolls onto his back, flipping her ontop of him. Mira looks him up and down as if she wants to know what exactly he thinks he is doing.

Julian Norris: I'm going to have sex with you.

Mira looks shocked. The two had always had a flirty relationship, but to go back to beign sexually active was a big step. A big step... that Mira wasn't sure she was ready for again. Julian waits for some sort of response. Mira takes her hand and rubs it up his chest. She then slowly and cautiously lean in towards him. Their lips lock as the two begin to wildly make out. Clothes begins to fly, along with the piece of mail that Julian had shown Mira earlier. The camera zooms off of the bed and onto the floor where we fade to black.



[size=4]…10 months later…[/size]

The scene opens inside of the same familiar apartment of Mr. Julian Norris. The flush of a toilet is heard as the camera zooms around the rather clean room and towards the bed. As we left him ten months earlier, Julian Norris appears in the lens, sitting on the bed. Although it has been ten months since his last match, Julian appears to have retained his physical attributes. The only noise accompanying the silence is the buzz of a nearby radio. Julian has his hands behind his head in a resting position. He appears to be in deep thought, which he suddenly breaks out of and jumps to his feet. He, in a rage, approaches the bathroom door. However, he stops before entering and turns his back with a sigh of relief. Instead of remaining in one position though, he begins to pace back and forth alongside the bed. Sweat droplets fall from his now-long dangly hair. While continuing to wait, Julian grabs at the small tip of what remains of his goatee. Several minutes of impatience goes by until finally Julian knocks nicely on the bathroom door.

Julian Norris: Everything ok in there babe?

…. Julian waits for a response, but hears no reply. Once again he reaches his hand out and gently pats the solid wood door. Which yes, he has many times broken.

Julian Norris: …Mira. Need any help?

Without answer, Julian becomes his easily frustrated self and slightly pushes the door open. Inside we see a rather messy bathroom decorated in pink accessories. Mira, obviously has had much say in the theme. Speaking of Mira, her curvaceous, bathrobe draped body is standing in front of the sink. She is peering down at a small piece of plastic. Julian gently steps inside and behind her, wrapping his arms around her in a hug-type motion.

Julian Norris: So…

Julian says impatiently, waiting for a response from her. She doesn’t lift her head to this, but rather remains in form. Julian takes her silence as a bad sign, and rests his head on the back of her neck. After retaining his composure, Julian turns Mira around and grabs her around the waist. Her legs quickly wrap around his strong body as she is carried out onto the queen-sized bed. Julian sets her down and bends down onto his knees, to be eye-level with her. Both let out a long sigh and peer back into each other’s eyes. Neither can say a word, as if in total shock. …Like deer being confronted with two flashing headlights. …Or a child slipping on ice for the first time. …. It’s a feeling of confusion, fear and the unknown. Julian suddenly grabs Mira’s hand and kisses it gently.

Mira Rose: …So what next…

Julian thinks about this question, long and hard. When he finds an answer, he stands up and grabs a black suitcase from the dresser. He turns around and opens it, revealing a white contract inside of it. On the contract is a number.

Julian Norris: What's next? I have three things in mind. Number one... I'm going to resurrect the past.

Julian grabs a pen that is sitting on the nightstand table and quickly signs his name in black ink on the contract line. He then throws down the pen and places the contract inside of a white envelope.

Julian Norris: Number two... I'm going to create my future.

Julian grabs his leather jacket and quickly flings it over his shoulders. He then picks up the white envelope in a panic. Mira can only watch in confusion as he pulls on the door handle and begins to step outside. However, before he can fully close the door, he steps back inside. Slowly he takes off his jacket and places it back onto the hanger. Mira lifts her eyebrow and watches as Julian sets the envelope back down on the dresser and looks back up at her beautiful face. He walks around the bed and slowly leans her back. She begins to smile.

Julian Norris: Number three.... I'm going to live in the present.

Mira Rose: What does that mean?

Without answering, Julian leans towards her lips and gently kisses her. The camera, as usual during the sex scene, pulls down towards the floor and begins to fade. However, before completely going black… one phrase is heard.

Julian Norris: I’ve always wanted to make love to a prego.

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….Coming to a church near you…..

[size=5]THE PROPHET[/size]

[size=5]BORN TO BE HATED[/size]

[size=5]THE ONE TRUE GOD![/size]



…Mr…EVAN BODOM!!!


We fade into a dark low-lit room. Standing in the corner of squared area is none other than Mr. Bodom’s opponent this week, Julian Norris. The whites of Julian’s eyes hit the light as the camera zooms into his strong-chiseled face. He pulls a white folded sheet of paper out of his black button-up shirt. His eyes draw away from the camera and down towards the written words.

Julian Norris: XXWF United States Champion, XXWF Tag Team Champion, XXWF Hardcore Champion
XXWF Bloodbath Champion, RXW X-Division Champion, SCW King of The DeathMatches, GWL Turmoil Champion, IPW Impact Champion, HIWA Tag Team Champion, N.O.W World Heavyweight Champion, JWA Triple Crown Champion, UPW Tag Team Champion, EFW Tag Team Champion, WXW X-Division Champion, and WXW Tag Team Champion.

Julian folds the paper back up and returns it into his shirt pocket. His eyes slowly draw back up towards the camera. He begins to tap his foot on the floor, while bringing his hand up to his hip.

Julian Norris: Well Mr. Bodom, you are quite an accomplished guy. I recognize that. I respect that. You have a storied past which, yes, I read up on at your website. Shameless plug: www.freewebs.com/evanbodom. You’ve been through turmoil. You’ve been through triumph. You’ve had it all and yet, you’ve also lost it all. You may have had all the pain in the world, but in your distorted version of reality… it was pleasure.

He lets up with a brief pause. After licking his chops, he continues.

Julian Norris: You and I have been in a few federations before. I’ve never had a problem with you. I’ve also, never really noticed you. Because you have never stepped up to face Julian Norris. You Evan are one of those wrestlers who have always been…well… mediocre at best. I know you’re name. I know your little gimmick. I get it. Yet I also knew right away when I found out I was facing you that, you would be an easy first check-off on my checklist of victims. You talk a huge game Bodom, but you have nothing to back that shit up. It’s exactly that… shit. To be honest though, I really don’t have anything bad to say about you. Mainly because… well… you’re a nobody. You’re a washed up, jobber… who is living in the past. Who is trying to resurrect some greatness you may have had before.

The lights flicker as Julian continues.

Julian Norris: I’m Julian Norris bitch. My name sends fear throughout IPW. Powerful individuals want to hire me, bitches want to do me, and my opponents… want to be me. And yes, you may have passed me in the halls before. You may have had the opportunity to bask in my presence. However; Mr. Bodom, you sir have never had a chance to step into the ring with the submission ace… Julian Norris.

Suddenly, the room’s lights are turned on. Julian’s face goes stiff as he peers at whomever it is that has done this. The camera pans over to reveal an older gentleman carrying a mop and wastebasket. Pinned on his shirt is a tag with the name “Joe” imprinted on it.

Janitor Joe: Oh sorry about that sir.

Julian lowers his right eyebrow and watches as the man begins to back out of the room. Before he has a chance to completely exit, Julian stops him.

Julian Norris: No, no… Joe… come on in.

Joe warily steps back into the room and makes it about halfway to the submission ace before stopping.

Julian Norris: Come on, come here. You want to be part of a wrestling promo?

Joe scratches his scruffy beard and nods his head. Julian smirks at him and waves him closer. Becoming more at ease, Joe carries his mop over to Julian. Julian meets him by shaking his hand and then rests his arm around Joe’s shoulder.

Julian Norris: Alright no look right there into that camera. No… not that one. The other one. Over there.

He points Joe in a certain direction and quickly takes the mop away from Joe.

Julian Norris: Do you mind if I take a look at this… thank you.

Julian snatches it away quickly, leaving Joe grasping at air.

Julian Norris: Now you’re going to help me out here, ok Joe?

Janitor Joe: …Ok. What can I do?

Julian Norris: Here, actually…

Julian rapidly searches through his shirt pocket for another piece of paper. He finally pulls it out and hands it over to Joe.

Julian Norris: Here are some lines for you. Read them to the camera over there.

Janitor Joe: Ok…

Joe looks down at the notes and in a monotone voice, begins to read the lines.

Janitor Joe: This Tuesday night. I promise pain. I promise…

Julian stops him and gives him a quick pep talk.

Julian Norris: Good Joe, but we need to do this with a bit of intensity. Add some excitement and rage to your voice. Go ahead, give it a try.

Janitor Joe: Ok… This Tuesday night. I promise pain. I promise retribution. I promise a new uprising. I promise surprises like no other. I promise new beginnings. I promise an asskicking, highflying, ground tapping, good ol’ Julian Norris fucking beatdown. This is the first step on my way to becoming the greatest IPW Champion this company has EVER seen. No Mr. Bodom… that is not a promise. That is a god damn guarentee. A prophet? A god? ….Hell…maybe? But a God has never stepped into the ring with Julian Norris. …A God… has never stepped into the ring with a submission ace. Point being… you can be a mortal, bitch, animal, god, it doesn’t fucking matter. YOU WILL STILL FUCKING TAP OUT!

Finishing the lines, Joe wraps up the paper and hands it back to Julian. Julian is clapping his hands at Joe’s outstanding work. He tucks the paper back into his pocket and pulls Joe in closer.

Julian Norris: And he’s right Evan. It doesn’t fucking matter who or what the hell you are. When I get you in the middle of that ring, you will fucking tap. You will fucking cry. You will fucking die. I will break you. You …. Are nothing but a wall in the way of my title. Get ready to be knocked the fuck down.

Julian begins to laugh, along with Joe. Julian goes from laughing to frowning in a matter of seconds. He quickly peers over at Joe, who’s laughing begins to stop. Joe smiles at Julian, but he can only shake his head “no.” Joe’s face goes into shock mode as Julian kicks him in the gut, causing him to collapse to the floor. Without hesitation, Julian locks in the Ace of Spades.” The man can only scream out in pain as Julian attempts to break every bone in his body. Julian lets out a scream as he pulls harder. Joe finally goes unconscious after several seconds and is thrown to the ground by Julian. Julian stands up, breathing rapidly. He then looks back into the camera.

Julian Norris: Yeah, I’ve never really been good at promos. My actions speak much louder than words. ….

Joe is still on the ground, laid out. Julian kicks him in the side of ribs and spits on his back. Before exiting the scene, Julian’s bloodshot eyes pierce the lens.

Julian Norris: …. Cleanse that bitch.

Scene fades to black.
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The Ressurection of Evan Bodom: Part One



"The most destructive element in the human mind is fear. Fear creates aggressiveness."

{It is Easter Sunday, for some people Easter means recieving a crappy pink or purple basket filled with chocolate eggs and bunnies. For some people it is about going into their backyard and searching for eggs that are painted with watercolors. Yet there is one underlying message behind Easter, the celebrating of one Jesus Christ's magical ressurection. As someone whom has studied such a religion as christianity, I find it to be all lies. I was once like the rest of you, locked inside of my mind, living in fear that some invisible force would send me to a pit of fire to burn for all eternity, that is....til i found the thing that shall lead us all to our salvation...the one true god....Evan Bodom....and this is the story of how our god was truly ressurected and proceeded to gain a stranglehold upon the heretics.}

*Scene opens to a clearing in the middle of what looks like a forrest, there are several stones that are in ground that form a circle and seem as though they are used as chairs. In the middle of this fire is an altar with a bonfire int he middle of it several people dressed in cloaks move around the circle in a single file line. They all come to a stop and wait for another cloaked individual to step up to the altar. The Cloaked individual raises his/her arm and speaks.*

???: Brothers and sisiters, for too long have we waited for this day. On this day many blasphemous things are said by those that call themselves "christians". However those of us that are here know the truth. We know exactly who the one true god is....dont we?

Crowd: EVAN BODOM!

{See tonight was my first night hearing about this mysterious character that is Evan Bodom, my friend is a follower of his and enticed me to come to this meeting they were having out in the woods that surround downtown Seattle Washington. I have always been a athiest...but I realized something after tonight...sometimes...you just have to believe.}

???: That's right, in a world where war and money are the things that occupys the public's minds and souls. In a world where the almighty dollar is more important than self-expression or emotion...there is one man..no....one GOD that exists that believes in the counter culture....he is almighty...he is Evan Bodom!

*Then the crowd of people parts like the red sea and people begin to bow as Evan Bodom walks to the altar with his arms spread and his head tilted towards the ground with his hood over his head.*

{And that was when I saw him, the almighty, the savior....Evan Bodom, with such a calmness about him even when he is around all of these people that worship him. He emits some sort of light, he emits such strength that you just have to believe that he is indeed....god.}

*Evan Bodom steps up onto the altar he looks around the crowd before he takes off his hood. He looks around and the crowd roars, he raises his hand and just as soon as the crowd pops....they silence themselves just as quick.*

Bodom: Well my children...it is good to see that I am not forgotten even on a day like this.

*The crowd chuckles and once again Bodom silences the crowd*

Bodom: Now now children, this is no laughing matter. Today, has been a great day in the life of your god...however there are many people that are still locked in their minds, bound by the guidelines of some book or fairy tales that someone used to gain a grip in life. There are plenty of people that walk the streets and read such trash that I wish taht I could wipe that Earth clean in one swipe of my hand and start from day zero once again.....but that would be too easy. I want to go brick by brick....taking out every single pathetic mortal that steps in my way before I reach the top once again.

{ And with that bold statement....I knew, he was the one true god...and I would do anything I could to serve him....I would take my own life, I would sell my belongings...maybe even kill. Yes....my eyes have been opened at this point....I am the pawn...and he is the hand that guides me across the battlefield.}

Bodom: The plans have been drawn and before I even start to make my way to the top I already have words of hate thrown against me by one.... Julian Norris.

*The crowd begins shouting jeers at the mention of Julian*

Bodom: Well Mr. Norris it seems as though you have the mental capacity of a young child seeing as how you cant seem to speak for yourself. You must have a lowly janitor speak for you. It seems as though your emotions are as fake as the image of the god you believe in. You speak of how you will make me suffer....you speak of how I shall feel pain and how I shall submit....this shall be no simple task. Ask Steven Jones, ask Scott Johnson, ask Dave Michealson.....you have no idea about the words of which you speak. that will all change soon...

*The Crowd applauds Evan Bodom as he continues to speak.*

Bodom: You continue on to mock me by saying that all I am is a gimmick...heh look at the people that bow and worship only me...you think this is a gimmick? It puzzles me to see yet another fool run his mouth about that as I have proven a thousand times....that I am the one true god, I am the almighty being that walks the face of the planet that I created to deal out punishment as I see fit. Julian Norris you not only face a god....you also face a nation, you face the power of hundreds of people that believe in the same cost...you face devestation, Julian Norris.

{I fear for this Julian Norris fellow, because he will be smited, I shall lend Bodom my strength just as all of the rest of his followers shall.}

Bodom: I look into your eyes Julian...and I look into that dark soul you have and I all I can detect, is fear. You want something to believe in, and that thing is yourself. You will push yourself until the whole weight of the world crashes down upon you and you will realize that you are one thing.....a fool. So if you do defear me, what then? Will you hold that over my head? Will you make something of yourself...or will the opposite happen, and you will wind up swimming in a sea of sorrow. Prepare yourself Julian Norris, for thy end is extremely....fucking...nigh, you and I shall lock horns..and dance as the palaces of men burn, thou hast asked and thou shalt recieved.....Thou Shalt Be Cleansed!

*Evan Bodom begins to cackle like a sinister villian, the crowd bows and Evan Bodom raises his arms to the sky as the scene fades to black.*



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