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| Adam Riddick vs. The Original Sin | |
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| Topic Started: Sep 8 2006, 07:31 PM (300 Views) | |
| Mr. D | Sep 8 2006, 07:31 PM Post #1 |
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| The Blood Diamond | Sep 12 2006, 01:42 PM Post #2 |
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[align=center]In the Genesis story that we are considering, still a further characteristic of sin is described. Sin is not spoken of in general as an abstract possibility but as a deed, as the sin of a particular person, Adam, who stands at the origin of humankind and with whom the history of sin begins. The account tells us that sin begets sin, and that therefore all the sins of history are interlinked. Theology refers to this state of affairs by the certainly misleading and imprecise term 'Original Sin.' What does this mean? Nothing seems to us today to be stranger or, indeed, more absurd than to insist upon original sin, since, according to our way of thinking, guilt can only be something very personal, and since God does not run a concentration camp, in which one’s relative are imprisoned, because he is a liberating God of love, who calls each one by name. What does original sin mean, then, when we interpret it correctly? How can we tell if Original Sin is upon us ? Andrews ::~ It's a fairly easy question to ask yourself really. Just look right in front of you Riddick. The sterotypical era of "goth" is right under your nose. You asked for the match and you got it. To prove that you are a valuable asset to SCW. As aVet still being the jobber of the company. Oleska making notihng but a mockery of your name. But to me it's all the same. You think putting your name in the hat for the Elimination chamber will give you stardom you yet yearn for . Wrong Riddick , putting you in a match with me will put your name on the map. Win or lose , you will get noticed. You talk about defeats ... Hell not even within the month here I have taken out Nate Lawson your US Champ with ease. Then comes Sid Kipling ... Didn't even have a match cause I took care of hm before it got started. You see Riddick , I am the calm before the storm. I am the lightning before the thunder .. Riddick , you want something to prove within yourself and SCW but in all truth and tounge you seek nothing in the end. Ive rid of Nate , Ive rid of Sid and now I rid of Riddick , simply scaling the steps of SCW. But I myself don't have to wait. We ultimatly open in an old run down gym. Dust covers most of the equipment like a blanket tucked around a small child in the dead of winter, trying to protect him from the harsh chill outside. The room has an eerie darkness to it, nothing seems to be disturbed, as a slow breeze moves across the room, from one of the broken out windows, rocking a small bag hanging still from its hook. The little light that fills the room seems to be coming from an small office over looking the gym below it. Three small windows glow brightly in the dark room as we then see a single silhouette move behind the glass. The figure moves about the room looking for something. Then turns heading toward the door which we can see opened just slightly. It swings open as a man dressed in just a trenchcoat steps out onto the railing. He looks around the room, his hair hanging down to his shoulders, and in front of his eyes. He steps onto the old staircase which creeks under his weight and he moves down the steps one by one slowly looking about the room. The man can be no bigger then six foot six inches and looks to weigh around two hundered and twenty pounds. He gets to the bottom to the steps as his pale skin colored face turns toward where the camera is positioned. He moves across the room fairly quickly, running his uncovered fingers across one weight machine that’s use now is to fill space between the decayed walls. A line is left on the machine as he whips the dust clean with the tips of his fingers. He stops looking over the dead room. Andrews ::~ Once this room had so much life in it…filled with dreams and hopes. Now it sits waiting for it’s final seconds to come ticking down on it. I now enter into a battle…a war to some might even say. His back still to the camera we see his head lower downward more now. Andrews ::~ However, it’s a war that is set to bring about my rebirth. I do not plan just to die slowly…I plan to live…to bring about a new age of machines. This is the time for me to do it. Oleska has given me a chance…a chance to come back from my personal set back and live once again.” He, like me, once lived in shadows , but has come to reclaim his thrown much like myself once again. Me and him , we are alike in so many different ways. It comes to the dead of night, the sky is caste over with black clouds as a single stone path is lit be a few over head lamp post. The light acts like fire in the wilderness, keeping the dark beast at bay and off the path. We hear the thumbing steps of a single man walking down the path. Step after step it echoes into the emptiness. We soon see the figure come into view to be that of Caleb , a man that has not been seen in the world for many years and now resurfaces to try his hand at a championship meant for the very best. Is this a foolish act? Or is there something more…something Caleb does not share with the rest of us. Maybe he knows something that no one else can know about, or maybe that’s just a bunch of nonsense mumbo jumbo. Maybe he is just a man looking to reclaim something he once held…maybe he wants to relive the thrill of being in a blood war with another damned soul like his own. Whatever the reason may be, Caleb is the only one to know it. He moves across the path now in view to us, still dressed in his trenchcoat on and boots. His arms covered in long sleeves which come down and engulf his hands allowing just the fingers to come through. He moves along his head down as the sound of thunder roars in the background followed by that of a slight glimmer of lighting. His black hair hanging loosely around him, framing in is paleish dead white skin. But it’s not really pale, only appears so from all the black. Caleb comes to realization that he is tired , but sleep brings about the dreams of the past. The dreams filled with screams and blood. No, he would rather stay away for now. These are not memories I wish to fill my mind with right now…not yet at least. He pauses in his tracks. Thinking to himself now, trying to place himself in a situation inside the mind of the man he must face. He stands thinking for just a few moments then smiles and shakes his head. There is no way for him to climb into this beings mind. Andrews ::~ I’m facing a mutiny. He pauses and laughs to himself at the thought of these men coming like hunters , not knowing what they landed themselves. Then he stops…And thinks of ways to hide himself from the outerworld. He once dawned the mask to hide his face . He wore the makeup to cover the scar. He thinks of the times he has hidden and where its gotten him .He shakes his thought loose ...... Andrews ::~ But that’s not how I am now. I don’t hide behind the make up, behind a mask. I am who I am, nothing more or nothing less. But then again no one else knows who that is right now do they? No one here has heard of me before…well almost no one…I have seen there are a select few that might know my name. But even to those selected handfuls that have had the honor of meeting me once or twice, I am still a mystery to most of them. Those men might have stories to tell…but that’s not how I am. I don’t brag…no real reason too that I can tell. In fact I have always preferred to keep to myself most of the time. However this soon to be week dawns the era of a new time for me. I am ranked up there with the elite. I among the best of the best. I have the chance to not only beat but to destroy and humiliate all of them. Can I really do such a thing? Can I really over come such a task? Why the hell not? If I couldn’t then who else could? Cherry , TheReal Speed even Cid Turner maybe…these names mean nothing to me…well all but one that sticks out in my head …Riddick ... The Powerhouse of SCW . To beat a man that I know nothing on. It’s a real task. A man that I can not hear the fear in his voice…but still I can see the questions in his eyes. He has an energy in him like a true champion…a fuel that burns bright. He says he knows my past , I played with his life. Yet he speaks of another man. Kat, a close companion who taught me certain ways. Another sound of thunder followed by a second flash of lighting. This time it’s much closer then before. Caleb steps off the hard stone path and moves across the soft grass away from the protective lights that shined down on him. He moves over to a swing set that is placed in the middle of the park. He sits down on the seat of the first swing and sways back and forth a bit. His eyes gazing off into the distance. He looks at the sky which shows no sign of stopping. Reaching forever into the orbit and then the endlessness of space. Andrews ::~ To be able to reach into ones untapped talent at any given moment in time. To spring forward with such force, such energy that I can get these other superstars by surprise. That is how I must do it. I must use what I have grown knowledgeable in. My speed…my craving for victory. This burns deep in my bones, it tells me that I this is my moment to come forward and fight again. To stand tall without a moment of hesitation in my eyes. I can not second guess but go forward. A Match to set the history in motion .The SCW will open its eyes and see the true self of my being. Then I can look at the next name on the list, and then the next and the next. These man may be strong…they may be fast…they may be smart. But I can and will over come. No matter what he brings to the table, I will not falter without a fight. To beat your opponent , you must live like them , breathe like them . Become them . Caleb walks off into the vask setting , leaving the camera's behind. Thunder crashes one more time as the feed ends :: Coming into view , the pillars stand tall as Caleb lies on his bed thinking to himself. Andrews ::~ Adam , I look at this like a simple test , If I cannot not beat the Riddick of SCW what makes anyone think I can beat Cid Turner the very next week. But I can tell you one way. Learning failure is just finding another way not to lose. But truest me after this week and next I dont look to go cleansed, cause Cid's blood and maybe even yours will be at my hands as I stand over the lifeless carcess. Do you know why ? Cause I am The Original Sin The One and Only[/align] |
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| Adam Riddick | Sep 15 2006, 12:25 AM Post #3 |
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| The Blood Diamond | Sep 15 2006, 01:33 AM Post #4 |
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[align=center] :: Finding an answer to this requires nothing less than trying to understand the human person better. It must once again be stressed that no human being is closed in upon himself or herself and that no one can live of or for himself or herself alone. We receive our life not only at the moment of birth but every day from without--from others who are not ourselves but who nonetheless somehow pertain to us. Human beings have their selves not only in themselves but also outside of themselves: they live in those whom they love and in those who love them and to whom they are 'present.' Human beings are relational, and they possess their lives--themselves--only by way of relationship. I alone am not myself, but only in and with you am I myself. To be truly a human being means to be related in love, to be of and for. But sin means the damaging or the destruction of relationality. Sin is a rejection of relationality because it wants to make the human being a god. Sin is loss of relationship, disturbance of relationship, and therefore it is not restricted to the individual. When I destroy a relationship, then this event--sin--touches the other person involved in the relationship. Consequently sin is always an offense that touches others, that alters the world and damages it. To the extent that this is true, when the network of human relationships is damaged from the very beginning, then every human being enters into a world that is marked by relational damage. At the very moment that a person begins human existence, which is a good, he or she is confronted by a sin-damaged world. Each of us enters into a situation in which relationality has been hurt. Consequently each person is, from the very start, damaged in relationships and does not engage in them as he or she ought. Sin pursues the human being, and he or she capitulates to it." :: ================== Spiral Staircase of Suicide ================== Society turned away as each mutant continued their daily routine, each foolish little creature oblivious to my presence. They were oblivious to it for the simple fact that they could not see me as I sat perched atop the roof of my hotel room. Six stories up and here I am standing fearlessly on the edge just as I had most of my life. It took awhile to come to realize , that I for once hadn't been afraid of anything Only for most of my life it had been a different type of edge…certainly not the edge of my brick complex where I stand and overlook Night had fallen as the sky turned to black, illuminated only by the lights that lined the streets and dashed away everyone's fear of darkness. The neon's filled the yellow sea of people to look many different shades of colors. I however tended to enjoy the darkness that engulfed us. Perhaps the reason that I enjoyed it was due to the fact that everyone feared what someone might do to them in the dark, yet I almost feared what atrocity I may commit against someone in the dark of night. With the beauty of the warm night the temperature read a comfortable seventy-six degrees and a nice soft breeze accompanied that. The breeze whipped my hair about. It whipped through the openings of my sleeveless black shirt. A pair of black leather pants with a belt of studded black leather whipped through the loops properly complimented the shirt, scuffed black ankle high boots and the trademark trench finished off my attire as I stood here invisible to society. For once, i was alone , with peace and quiet. Standing here gazing down at life below I became disconnected from society. I needed to go to my thinking place ,but it was to far to hold on to, so the rooftop would work just fine. I took a seat on the edge of the building, dangling my legs over the edge as the lids closed over my bluish gray eyes and my mind began it's aimless endeavor. The thoughts began with life…something that I had came extremely close to losing merely a few days ago. My memory was close to finished. But i overcame the odds, and I still go on each day ...wondering " What's next ?" Life…such a crazy thing. Life seems to be a staircase because every step you take leads you either closer to or further away from your destination. But to be more specific it's a spiral staircase…one of those where you never know what is around the next corner. Obstacle after obstacle , I have overcome , but the stairs are endless. And we as humans ascend and descend this spiral staircase blindly. Sometimes we get turned around and we can't discover the proper direction. Oft is the case when we think we're heading up it's unbeknownst to us that in reality we are heading down and visa versa. Yet as I stagger blindly along this winding staircase I feel as if I am coming closer to destiny day by day. The destiny awaits me and I am a mere two steps away…two steps away from reaching the top of this staircase. But if I were to stumble and fall I would surely go crashing down those stairs and once again land at the bottom. Scraped and hurting I would be forced to climb up that staircase once again. The spiral staircase of life is a cruel and controlling mistress…yet there is only one other option. The other option that I think of would of course be to turn out the lights forever and end this daunting challenge that we refer to as existence. By doing so I of course mean to commit sin. That of which is not my style, but the cycle is already starting.... What sin is next to haunt me? Any sin leads to Perdition. The humble abode of Lucifer and the forces of evil is where sinners suffer eternal punishment. So a endless , agonizing journey or death and eternal punishment ? As a warrior I too had suffered many failures, at the hands of my enemies at the hands of my rivals and quite frequently I had failed myself. Yet amongst my failures there were victories to be highlighted as well…I've held the gun up to my head a lot before this time. Is it sin ? Only time will tell , only the demons rush out when I do put the cold barrel in my mouth and pull the slight paced trigger. I was a man broken by his mistakes…troubled by his past and haunted by his internal demons. Suicidal and disgusted with life…yet some things were worth living for. My mind is going out of control , and it leads me to wherever my feet stray. Not having control over my own mind , yet I can get inside others when the time is needed This crushed me…shattered my emotions and left me as a quivering mass of emotions. However there was one emotion that surged forth more than all the others…hatred. Hatred had seemingly began to consume me…hatred for my opponents, hatred for my rivals, hatred for the management and even hatred for myself. Yet all of that hatred would not be my downfall…rather my uplifting. I would use this hatred, this anger and unbridled rage to my advantage. It would be my springboard to glory. I would make my name off of this hatred. As the hate coursed through my veins it burned violently. I was a man on the edge…a social misfit, a suicidal junky, and a man that would stop at nothing to achieve his goals. I was the outsider of them all Hatred would raise me to new heights and I would soar high as a man unstoppable as an out of control violent tornado of hate. The hatred would strengthen me…the hatred would force me to my feet when I stumbled, the hatred would cause me to rise again when I fell on my face but most importantly…the hatred would carry me to my destiny. It lead me to my goal. I was going to make someone out of me . No one else. I've seen many a talented Wrestler thrown off by their emotions…by their hatred and by their anger. There was never a problem with those issues yet rather a problem dealing with them. The problem was that most men don't know how to use that hatred to their advantage. Hatred was the fuel that would feed my fire…hatred was what consumed me, controlled me…and would carry me. The hatred ran deeply and flowed towards so many individuals…Cid Turner being one of those. Stepped on for the last time my hatred would run its course. I had done everything to reach this point of my career. I had done everything but in one moment it could all be taken away…everything I worked for could suddenly vanish before my very eyes if I lost to Cid Turner. Being thrown around as if I were a human lawn dart… Collapsing to the ring covered in blood yet still courageously fighting on… Breaking bones yet returning to become better than I had been… If I lost to Cid Turner , I would watch my career follow directly behind it. My hatred fueled me…consumed me…and I knew it would drive me to victory. It sickens me as I watch others like Adam Riddick too. Such a big star…such a big name. He's known worldwide for his talents and he's renowned for his stardom. Everyone speaks of him, bragging of his abilities, congratulating him for his accolades. But simply being held down to the second rate jobbers each week. But wait .. he himself can't even handle them. Yet when a man such as I…one of true talent stands before the mutants they refuse to recognize me. They refuse to bow down before me and sing my praises. They refuse to give me my well-deserved respect. I had earned my spot. I had paid my dues. I had earned every opportunity in my life…nothing had been handed to me for my stardom. But after putting everything into my career , the management once again tries to crush my career. They contractually lock me into a stranglehold yet they cannot control the shots I earn…they cannot control the outcome of my match. In the end it's all about whom comes out the victor and when everything I've worked for is on the line…I shall be victorious. Victory is at hand… Defeat glares at me with angry eyes shocked by my outright defiance. Yet I refuse to leave my encounter with the five others as the victim of defeat. The wind whistled as it snapped me back to reality; I opened my eyes to see leaves blowing about on the street below as cars made their way down this avenue. Looking down at the ground six stories below I placed my palms upon the edge of the building. The ground was six stories below…and here I sat on the edge a man without fear. Pushing off with my palms the edge no longer held my weight I soared through the air in a violent haste. Gravity clawed desperately as it beckoned me…and then my descent stopped with a loud clang as I landed in a crouching position on the fire escape two stories below my previous seat. Standing to my feet I couldn't help but smile at the rush of adrenaline that shot through my body. With a rare smile spread across my face I turned toward the window that faced the fire escape. Stepping through I stepped into the apartment that I rented. Games were fun…but I had no more time for games. Instead my time would be directed to my opponents. None of them have paid their dues…the freaks that hadn't earned her spot and they all stand in my way. The games were over…now the battle of will and minds would commence. ================ A Monet Sky of Reality ================ Caleb is seen in a dark alley , a rotten walled layered from brick , with moss on the left side. A barrel with a light fire is built inside of it. In front of him is large wall. The view behind him is a endless long walk to nothing. He then walks up to the wall and looks to each side, all in sight of the blind eye is the barrel that stands on fire. One the other is nothing. In front of him is a rope , penetrated by nails ,some covered with rust. He looks the other way. Nothing but a endless journey in his mind , The route less taken and a way to look at from quitting. He then jumps to see if he glance over to the other side, nothing. He then grabs the barrel but jumps away from the barrel as he grabs it. The heat is to much for him. He then looks at the rope once again , trying to think of it as a last resort. He then sits in the corner and thinks it out. Then with a sudden leap , he gets thew vertical air to gain speed and he jumps off the top of his heels and dashes for the wall. Looking like he would run full force into it ,he leaps and catches his foot on the wall , he then pushes off and bounds for the wall blocking his path. He grabs the top , getting a slight grip on the top ledge. To the side of the rope covered in nails. He tries to pull himself up but with no restraint he slips and falls. The rope catches his side , a nail digs into his side. One after another catches him after that. He falls to his side , having the fall catching his breathe. He feels his side , as the red plasma trickles down the side of him. He quenches in pain as his breathe slowly comes back to him. He takes time to recuperate. The blood soaks into his white tee shirt , which is some what torn now. After all done ... he gets to a knee and later stands up . The last resort is his only option. He walks to the rope giving it a glance. Fourteen nails cover the side of the rope by every foot and with no hesitation this time he grabs around a nail missing it on his first attempt. By luck he gasp out a breathe of air. Another leap for the rope and he grabs a nail. Blood immediately falls from his hand to the ground. He tightens his fist not letting go of the rope, knowing if he doesn't top it, he can't overcome it at all. He looks inside himself pulling his hand out of the nail only to grab up with the other hand and grabs a rusted one with the opposite hand. The brown color mixes in with the red and emulsifies into a dark tint. The crimson hits the ground . Caleb looks back down at it but his mind is working over pain . He continues to work his way up missing a nail every now and then. When he did punch a hole in his hand he would stop and endure the pain . And turn it into more passion to climb higher. Just a few more feet from freedom. He grabs once more, missing a nail . He throws his leg over the ledge and picks him self up form the rope. He sits atop the ledge and tears his shirt. Making a tourniquet for his hand . Looking over the edge is a bottomless pit hole from view, But to the side is still the buildings that cut off the wall. After recooping , he decides to go all balls and leaps from the ledge. After five short seconds, he hits not ground, but sharp ...pointed glass. It punctures the skin of the feet . It digs in and even pokes through . The pain takes him and he falls over to his side. Grabbing his feet , the head hits his side as the glass slides on the side of his temple. The glass slides deeper and cuts insertions in his head. The blood falls from both his head and feet. The pain takes over as he rolls around grabbing the glass pieces at the same time. The stain he pulls from his feet , makes a *tink* as he throws it from him. The *tink* catches his ear. It wasn't the cement surrounding him. It was a glass to glass sound. He looks up and sees a transparent door. With the glass in his feet still and the blood flowing from his head he crawls to the clear door. The handle is seen on the other end. Through the glass he also sees a silhouette of a a figure shaded by the light and darkness all in one. The fading figure walks up and it is a wrestler from SCW. Caleb realizes its Riddick , Riddick then comes from darkness into the light as Caleb glances over at the figure. Caleb pushes the door . It didn’t budge , he then struggles up and tries to dig his finger tips in the side of the door and pull to open it. To no avail it does not open. Adam Riddick looks at him then laugh. The blood still falling at a even flow. Then ..... Caleb Wakes Up. He wakes up from a sweat.. The sign of all things have meaning . Stigmata , all shown throughout the dream. Puncture of the hands and feet . The glass scars of the forehead and temple. The nail catching the side of the rib cage. All of signs of the Christian Ritual - Stigmata. The wall and nails represent the opponents he has to overcome to get closer to his dream. And yet the pain and suffering isn't over as one more obstacle is in his way. Riddick is a obstacle laughing in his face. He rolls over and glances at the alarm. 4:26 A.M. With every growing day it becomes harder to sleep. Not because of his opponents , but the fear of having a dream become reality. Caleb ::~ Dreams , how they every get to you , But it all starts with fables of faux words . Fairy Tales Simple fairy tales is how it all starts. This is how nightmares are made. This is the true horror shadowed by a story. The pick up in the middle leaving us still hanging in the end. Your life is a tragedy , we all get it Adam . And I myself , am boring like everyone always says. But it certainly caught your attention did it not ? Our generation is supposedly pre-disposed to being depressed. We as Generation X are looked at as the sad, depressed, mopey. Sometimes, I think it’s true. Our thought process is so odd compared to those of the past. The future however… The future is now. They might even be more fucked up than we were. It truly affects those of us who exercise our brains. It affects those of us who search for the answers in life. I’ve found my answers…but the problem with that is it’s never enough to me. It’s never enough to us. I guess the reason for all of this could be the fact we take things for granted. I choose not to lead the limited life. I choose to not walk the lower path. I choose to walk a path above the rest of the sheep in the crowd. When we relive the past as it eats us alive…and when we plot the future…and when we think over all of the events that have happened, all of the words that have been said, all of the things that we’re going to do, and when we torture ourselves in our own little way… Take this for what this is…the truth. This is the truth that is self-evident in many people’s lives. This is the sad truth that many people live through every day. Happiness does exist. Unfortunately, happiness doesn’t live here anymore. And neither does for Riddick . You can believe what you want , you can gossip the lies which you know. Cause eventually they will fall dead. Like you have over the past year. But ... Perhaps looking in the past is the only way to avoid its reoccurrence; perhaps studying it is the only way it can possibly occur again. Therefore, perhaps we need to venture into the past to ensure our future is that which we want it to be; perhaps this unhealthy pattern of reflection can improve the individual in the long run. After all, the future is destined to become the now eventually right? If we take painstaking caution in reflecting and moving on from the events of the past, perhaps we are ensuring a better now in the minutes… days… years to come. However, in that case, we are assuming this future will come; we’re taking for granted the fact that now… truly… is a gift. Nobody can guarantee they will wake up in the morning; although we often take that fact for granted, it no less remains the truth. Every night, individuals drift into their endless sleep; every night, their future becomes nil. Though this remains the unequivocal truth, many individuals tend to take this for granted – why, after all, should it concern them? He opens the door to the room , putting one foot in and half his body covered by the door. Shadowed by some by standers in the hall , but he continues to rant on .. Caleb ::~ You know what? Who’s to say the present is even worth living for some individuals? Hell, for me, reminiscing about the past – no matter how painful, convoluted, or anger-inducing it might be – serves more of a purpose in itself than does living now. At this time, my life is mediocre at best; even if I satisfy my basal desires, I certainly doubt I will be truly happy. Would, then, living for now truly accomplish anything? Or, on the other hand, would I be better served going through the motions and discovering who I am… why I act the way I do… and avoiding the mistakes of the future? I believe the answer is elementary; of course it makes more sense. I’ve heard the same speech a thousand times: move on, live your life, have some fun, be yourself… What I don’t understand, however, is why no one can accept me for what I am; why can’t they take everything I say and do at surface level and realize that in what could be a very short time, I will have improved myself to the point to which I want to go? To break a bone takes a few tenths of a second; to heal it takes months, even years. If one considers mental injury more serious than physical malady, should not a mental woe take longer to heal? Why, then, is there such an obsession with moving on without taking the time to look back? This is all a problem you can’t even grasp as a worn down legend like yourself. But you , living the way to survive. By any mean necessary . The ONLY thing we carry in common . You have lived life , but I have lived life ... and ... death. I don’t care who wins , or who loses. We all know the end of this already. You just have to look inside yourself. Look hard ... for that lost heart. Cause you don’t have it for the match . And that’s where my strength lies. You don’t have the heart for this kid. Caleb casually walks back into the room and sits on the bed looking more comfortable then he was a few minutes ago. Caleb ::~ For Christ Sakes , you can't even get simple facts right at all. Oblivion ?? Me on Oblivion ? You got me all wrong Adam , I was simple to good for that fed to even catch a decent contract. Chimera yes ... but then again , everything perishes rather easily when you have some infested viruses , much like SCW has itself. And Dillusion coming and interrupting the match ? I must say if you don't remember that much form last week , I must hit ya’ pretty hard with Falling Upwards , cause it was me who attacked your dumbass. Here lets take another look Caleb gets on a single knee and pushes play on the DVD player.[/align]
[align=center]You can see the slight grin reaching from ear to ear on Andrews as he pushes the stop button. He then rises from the one knee and sits back onto the bed. Caleb ::~ You see Adam , I'll be surprised to see you make it to the ring if you can remember where it even is. Or better yet , have your blind puppy dog Savior lead you down there. Hell make it 2 on 1 for all I care. In the end everyone will simply know why I am the best and Oleska is holding you down. Speaking of which , get off the clamber and please stop boring us with the same bullshit filler in every single promo you throw at us. Your not in the Chamber with the top 6 superstars in SCW. Do you know why Adam ? Cause you are not even in the top 10 of the best superstars of SCW to have the thought of any amount of battle for anything. But you'll simply rebuttal and say the same thing back , but this is onyl the simple warm up before Cid. Past 2 weeks I haven't had a single competitive match in SCW. Sid , Nate ... now you. The true test lies after Under Attack. You know why Adam ? Caleb grabs the belt from beside the bed , he raises it high then props it over his shoulder. Cause I am The One and Only Undisputed X-Net Heavyweight Champ I am The Original Sin Accept Defeat [/align] |
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| Kassie Khane | Sep 16 2006, 04:50 PM Post #6 |
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Both people in htis match have been granted a 12 hour extention, so deadline will be noon on Sunday. |
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| Adam Riddick | Sep 17 2006, 10:06 AM Post #7 |
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Prologue… The wind blows my hair as I stand in the doorway of the most beautiful creature in existence. The mere fact I can see it dance in air without strings reminds how long I have let it grown. It’s as if Adam Riddick has become a different person all together. I guess I can thank the events of the past 4 months for the changes in my physique. Not that Wraith didn’t have a hand in it, the bastard. He always had to stick his nose in my business. Yet no matter how many times I tried to convince myself that he was nothing more then a face in the mirror, it has become obvious that I need him to survive. Just like he needs me. Lock together in hatred for all eternity. We are like Heaven and Hell…Jeckyll and Hyde… At war with one another over everything. Yet there are times, few and far between, when we can work as one, proving to be more of a destructive force then God himself. Together, we wield power the likes of which this world has never seen. We come one spirit. Neither Adam Riddick nor Wraith exist in this strange yet god like form. Over time, I have come to call this personality by one name, Adam Ravage. Corny? Perhaps, but his name speaks for itself. God knows I could use his help right now as I stare my greatest friend and enemy in face on his cool night. She shivers in the wind, obviously feeling the effects of the cold air more then I. She implores me to answer the question I myself had been asking myself since Wraith knocked on her door with my hand. “What am I doing here?” The darker being of my soul doesn’t answer me. He only laughs. I feel like a pawn to his game of chess. There was no moving back. No moving to the side. There was only one option. To move forward. To get this whole ordeal over with so I could return to the sanctity of my small apartment and dwell in the insignificance of my own existence. It’s where I wanted to be right now. It’s where Wraith would be happiest and most quiet. But isn’t funny…that when you combine combustible elements…something new…and totally emerges…Something… Savage… Part 2: Are we not all Savages? Are we not all Creatures of habit… I’m applying for a license to thrill… Moving over to the edge…Going for the kill… And they’ll be hell to be pay today…So put it all on my bill… Now I’m just waiting and waiting until… My time has come…with my license to thrill… I’ve been looking for that Original… Sin… My voice seems to echo through my lips on its own as I finally realize where I am again. Kassie stands before me, waiting for answer to the question why am I here. God knows she deserves one after the way we ended things last time. Adam: I…I just…. The look on her face is unmistakable. She is earning to learn more. Perhaps, in some way, she wants to the hear the words she has been waiting for for so long. She wants me to take her into my arms again and her tight. She wants me to stroke her hair through my fingers the way I use to. She want’s me to tell her it will be alright. She wants to hear me say… That I love her again… The sharp point of the dart makes small thud sound as it digs its way into the back of shoulder. I barely have time to make sound before its contents blur my vision and slur my speech. My legs give way under me as float softly to the ground. I think I hear Kassie scream, but I can’t be sure. She may never know why I was there. From the house, I can faintly make cries…Erik and Casey…They could sense what was going on…the struggle. Then everything goes black. I can’t feel anything, but my mind won’t sleep. They say that most of the human shuts down in sleep…All but primitive side…the animal side… No wonder I’m still awake… In my state, several possible things appear my eyes. I see Kassie, standing there in her red dress the night Wraith dressed as Hakuri Keitaro. I see The SCW title around Cid Turner’s waist again…I see Oleksa Drachewych, the head of SCW. The bastard is laughing at me as he holds a clipboard in his hand. I can’t make out what it says, and quite frankly I couldn’t less about it. I see Christian…my little brother…the scw adrenaline champion…He looks sad, as if something terrible has happened. There are tears in his eyes. I’ve never seen him cry before. It was almost overwhelming... Then I see him and everything else around me disappears… All that exist to me now is darkness and those eyes. Those dark, sinister eyes that show no remorse, no fear, and no mercy. I recognize them instantly, but that does little to drive away my fear. I watch them, paralyzed in fear, as they grow larger and larger. I can’t avoid them, they’re all around me. Let it in I think myself. You can’t beat it I say. And that’s what I do. I let it consume me. The fear…the doubt…everything…I become lost the darkness of his eyes… The eyes… Of the Original Sin… I open my eyes, startled and breathing heavily. I look around to try and get my bearings. I appear to be in a apartment of some kind. Very futuristic like. It seems to have every gadget and gizmo money and mind could come up with. To left, there is the sound of water running. I hear faint humming sound, like the tune from Happy Days. It doesn’t take long to realize that the voice is in fact female. I pull myself out of the bed shake the cowwebs loose in my head. What was this place? What was I doing here? Looking down at myself, I quickly notice that I am wearing a new stylish leather jacket along with new jeans and shoes. I have to admit I look pretty damn good in my new get up. So good that I do not even question why I am dressed this way when I was just lying in bed. The humming of the female gets louder as I make my way out of the bedroom and into what appears to be a massive family room. The room is painted and decorated in white. It reminds me of something I saw in that Ultra Violet Movie. Too bad I was a fan of darker colors otherwise this room would be really appealing. In the far corner of the room, there are pictures and paintings, some of which I recognize because I own copies of them. In another corner there are chairs…at least I think their chairs, and a coffee table, obviously meant for entertaining guest. Suddenly, I small girl walks out into the family room wearing a cute little t shirt and skirt. Her long red hair and blue eyes only add to her cuteness, yet somehow she seems to look familiar to me. Someone I knew from my past... Suddenly, a gorgeous woman enters the room, a towel wrapped around her body. She was obviously the humming culprit and it didn’t take me more then 3 seconds to recognize her. It was Kassie…my Kassie…and god damn she looked good! I smile at her as the water drips off her shoulders and onto the rug. I should be worried that it will ruin the flooring, but with Kassie standing in front of me all wet and looking incredible, I couldn’t give a… Kassie: ERIK!!! Come on sweety we’re going to be late!! Erik!? She couldn’t mean our Erik. The little guy couldn’t even walk yet. What was she thinking making him run down the stairs? He’d hurt himself. I better go get him. Adam: I’ll get him Kassie. Kassie doesn’t look at me as my words echo through the air. Instead she continues to smile and make faces at the little girl who was now playing at her feet. The faces make the little girl…and me as well…laugh in spite of ourselves. Kassie always could make the funniest faces. Walking over to Kassie, I place my hand gently on the swell of her back. She always loved it when I use to do that. Of course she had no idea I knew that, so it made the gesture all the sweeter. Adam: Who is this? Kassie doesn’t answer me as she picks up the little girl and begins sway her back and forth. I shake my head in amusement as the girl giggles. She looks so cute. Girl: Mommy, you look nice. Kassie (smiles): Well thank you Casey. You look absolutely beautiful. CASEY!!! Did she say…CASEY!!! I must have heard wrong. Casey was only a baby. How could she be this girl in front of me. This girl talk for god sake. Casey was still learning how to walk. The sound of little footsteps on the stairs diverts my attention from my confusion. I watch in awe as a small version of me hopes down the stairs. The young boy is wearing blue jeans, little white shoes and a nice dress shirt. His hair is even spiked like mine use to be when I was younger. I instantly recognize him as my son, Erik, but I can’t believe it’s him. The last time I saw him was the night I found out about Kassie and Wraith. Now here he was, a grown boy. What was going on here? Had been asleep this whole time? Had missed out on years of my life. The questions overwhelm my mind as Casey gathers up her kids…our kids and rushes them out the door. In my zombie-like state, I follow her. I can vaguely hear the three of them chattering away as they walk in front me, but pay attention to it. I’m too far gone into my thoughts. Was this really happening or was it all dream. Kassie and the kids stop right in front of a black lexus parked right in front of their house. I smile to myself as I am relived to see that at least my car hadn’t changed. Hoping into the passenger seat, I let out a sigh as Kassie places the kids into their little backseats before hopping into the car beside me. I turn to her and smile as she buckles up and checks her mirrors. She always was a careful driver, especially with the little ones in the back. When all was cleared, the radiant mother of Erik and Casey Riddick turned to her babies and smiled. Kassie: Here we go. Adam:…Here we go… My words were more to calm myself down then to excite the kids. The hair on the back of my neck was standing perfectly upright as Kassie set the car into motion. Why? Because for the first time in a long time…I have no idea what to expect. …And it scares me… Adam: Where is Wraith when you need him? And then it hits me…Where is Wraith? Why couldn’t I sense him. Diving into the deepest part of my mind, I tried to find any reminisce of my former self. But all I found was…nothing. He was gone… Wraith…is…gone… ******************************************************************* (Take a break here. You’re going to need it. Lol) Part 3: A world born anew…A man lost in the past… Kassie brought the Lexus to stop in front of what had to be one of the largest buildings I have ever laid eyes on. At first, I would have thought it to be another extension building of Wolfman and Hart, the law firm I owned, but upon further inspection, I realize that this was the new Supreme Championship Wrestling Building. Oleksa had obviously expanded his operations of SCW to make what was once a small federation into a bigger household name. The sight brought a tear to my eye that I could not explain. I guess with Wraith not in my head anymore, my emotions were a little out of whack. Kassie and the kids hope out of the car and rush towards the door. Whether it was out of curiosity or concern for their well-being, I am not sure, but I decide to follow them. Adam: What’s the worse that could happen right? Upon entering the building, the worse greets me with open arms…literally. Right before my eyes, I see Kassie with her arms wrapped around Kasheryn! What made it worse was the fact that he was even hugging her back. Adam: Kasheryn!? What the hell is he doing here? He was suppose to have retired! Why is he now touching my wife!?...Well ex wife!? The blood within my veins begins to boil with a new born hatred. What was strange to me was the fact that it was of my own nature and not Wraith’s. I literally wanted to bust Kasheryn’s skull. The thought made me happy. Not because he was hugging my ex wife, though that was a compelling factor. It was because he was a bad man. And now he was in my house, SCW, again. Someone had to show him to the door and that person was going to be me. Adam: I just hope he will put up enough of a struggle to force me to give him the “hard goodbye”. I smile as I realize that he hasn’t seen me yet. Excellent! That would make my job even easier. Walking softly but quickly, I reach out and give him a small but forceful shove... My excitement turns to fear as my hand passes right through his torso. I look up at Kasheryn, severely dazed and confused, but the bastard doesn’t even see me. I try to shove and punch him again, but once more, I simply pace through to the other side without so much as a bruise on him to show my efforts. Adam:…What the hell is going on. Voice: Isn’t it obvious? Fear over takes me as I suddenly realize I am not alone. Turning on my heels, I throw up my hands into a fighter position and prepare to battle whatever it is that is speaking to me. Unfortunately, the creature gives me a smack to the side of my head that was far to fast to block. Looking at the creature, I realize that it is none other then Wraith and he was outside my body with his own vessel. Adam: Wraith? How did you get out? How can you even exist right now? What is this place. Wraith: God, how can I be the strong one AND the brains? Huh? What good are you to me? Think about it for one second will you? Your kids are older, the house looks different, and SCW has really changed. What can that mean? Adam (in fear): Oh dear God…I’m a freaking Ghost aren’t I? AHHH Wraith shakes his head in defeat as I run to the nearest car to where I am standing. Looking in the mirror, I realize that I couldn’t be a ghost, because you could still see my reflection…at least I could. And as far as I can tell, ghost don’t need food to survive, yet I find myself hungry enough to eat a whole zebra. Which meant… I wasn’t a ghost!! Wraith pulls me closer to himself, obviously pissed that it was taking me so long to figure out what was going on. For a second, I am afraid he is going to kill me, but then I realize, he needs me alive. Wraith: No you dumb shit! This is glimpse. Adam: A what? Wraith: It’s a glimpse. When I came to, I was lying in the middle of the SCW ring down in the main area and I had my own body. That immediately set off red flags in my mind. I realized that when I could move, talk, and breath without your interference, something had to be wrong. So I did a litte searching around this place and came to the conclusion that we are stuck in the middle of some glimpse. This place is in fact our world…but Adam: But… Wraith: But it’s 6 years into the future. The year now is 2012. The future? That was impossible. I mean, seeing the future and future traveling was impossible according to Einstein. But then again, how could I explain all of this? I could explain the kids? The new building? Even the way Kassie looked. All signs pointed to Wraith’s conclusion. I was in 2012. But something did strike me as odd. Adam: So where are you then? Where am I? Wraith: I don’t know. I haven’t been able to find us yet. But there is one thing I did find out. Adam: What? Wraith: It isn’t pretty man. The monster before he was speaking as if he was trying to spare me from some terrible heart ache. The sight of his face made me realize that this had to be a dream because there was no way in hell that Wraith could or would ever act this way. Although, after his recent fiasco involving Kassie, I guess it would be easier to expect anything from the monster of SCW. Wraith looks at me for a split second before pointing to something on the wall behind me. Turning my head, I see the very top part of the poster reads “SCW…SIN CITY Wrestling”. Adam: Sin City? Sin City!? Why the hell did Drachewych change the name? Wraith: He didn’t. Drachewych had to sell the company four years ago. For some reason, the words HAD TO stick out like a sore thumb. I knew Oleksa. Better then many of the employees of SCW. We had been friends for almost 5 years now. If nothing else, I knew how Oleksa felt about SCW. It was his baby, his pride and joy. He would do anything for his company. So what the hell would force him to sell his greatest position. What did someone do to poor Oleksa to make him part with the one thing he loved. Adam: Who did he sell it to? Wraith didn’t answer me but I could tell he was wincing. Scrolling down the poster with my eyes, I come face to face with a giant blow up picture of The Original Sin. His long white hair and dagger-like eyes seem to glare at me from where they are resting. At first, I think nothing of this. SCW was known for putting no talents onto posters to give them a boost. Unfortunately, the paragraph of text on the bottom of the poster lets me know that Original Sin isn‘t a jobber anymore. “SCW Presents: Under SIEGE ’12. Live September 18, only on PPV. See the SCW Owner and Champion, Caleb “The Original Sin” Andrews in action.” There are no words that could describe the shock…and rage I feel as I stare at what might be the future of my company. If someone came up to me and said that Caleb Andrews would one day rule over SCW as its champion, I would have called them crazy. If they had said that he would own the company, I would have died of laughter. Now, as I stand before this poster in 2012, it would seem both my fears have become reality. But how? This didn’t make any sense...something was missing… Adam: But how…How did become the champion? How did he even get the opportunity to become owner. This doesn’t make any sense, Wraith. Why didn’t anyone stop him. Voice: They tried. We all tried…and we all failed. The voice seemed to come from the corner of the parking lot where we were standing. From the shadows, a cloaked figure appeared before Wraith and I. Bowing respectfully to us, the figure began the story that would answer all our questions. Hooded Creature: Yes, Riddick, what Wraith has told you is accurate. Original Sin now owns and runs Supreme Championship Wrestling, now called Sin City Wrestling. He purchased the company after harassing and tormenting Oleksa Drachewych and his family for over a year and a half. The bastard damn near killed Drachewych and his family. It was the sickest displays against a human any of us have ever seen. After he took over, SCW stopped being about the fans and began being about Caleb Andrews. Everything we did had to please him. If there was something he didn’t like or wanted done, we did it without question. Those who opposed him, were either fired, if they were lucky, or worse. Adam: Worse? What do you mean worse? Wraith: What do you think he means? He means dead. Sounds like Caleb doesn’t like those who stand in his way. Hooded Figure: You know what they say, once you steal something, you spend your whole life fighting to keep it. Couldn’t disagree with this guy on that point. But it still struck me as odd as to how Caleb rose from being nothing more then a mid carding punk to being the most powerful man in sports entertainment. Something still wasn’t adding up. As Christian would say… Adam: Christian!! The Hooded Man and Wraith both look at me, obviously confused about my outburst. Quickly, I turn to the hooded figure. I needed to know about my brother. Adam: Listen, what happened to Christian Savior? Is he alright? The hooded figure suddenly removes his hood with his hands to reveal a young looking man with long brown hair. His entire cloak was soon thrown back to reveal the young man’s impressive physique. He doesn’t seem like anyone I have ever met before, but then I see his eyes. They are the same as mine. Only one person on earth had eyes exactly the same as mine. Adam: Oh dear God…Christian… Even Wraith was taken back by this sudden transformation of my younger sibling. In our present time, Christian was a smaller, chiseled man. The man that stood before us had arms that rivaled my own. The only real difference between the two of us now was that Christian had another scar on his face. The massive portion of corrupted skin reached from the top of his elbow and all the way down to his chin. He smiled at me the same way he did in my time. It brought warm feelings to my heart to see that he was alright. Christian: Yeah, it’s me. I’ve been in charge of the resistance here. We’re a small group that aren’t controlled by Andrews or his rat pack. Wraith: Oh…so you’re like the WCW of the N.W.O! Good old Wraith. He never knew when to shut up! Christian: You know, you’re the one guy I haven’t missed being around. I let out a small chuckle as Christian turns his attention back to me. Wraith lets out a small grunt of defeat and decides to clam up while Christian explains his story. Christian: In a way, Wraith is right. There isn’t much left of us out there, Adam. Every night we have a show, there become even fewer of us. They pick us off one at a time. We do our best but there are so many of them. And with Drachewych gone, there is no one who would dare come to SCW the way it is now. Adam: It sounds like a nightmare. But Christian, I know you. You’re stronger then Original Sin. Hell, half the roster is stronger then him. Why couldn’t anyone take him out. Christian (trying to fight back tears): Because of what happened to you. That’s why you aren’t around here now. In approximately 2 days in your time, you have a match against Caleb. Adam: So? I can take him. I know I can. Christian: Yeah, and so did he. At least deep down he was worried that he could. That’s why he had you jumped from behind before the match. You shook it off and continued to fight but at the end, you were too weak to stop him. With one movement he cracked your neck in half. You…You died…Adam… I can feel my entire body go limp as Christian’s words hit me like a ton of bricks. Adam Riddick…The Renegade Rocker…died…No…Dear God…no… Christian: After you died, it became my mission to take Andrews down. At first it was easy, beating his ass I mean, but every week he seemed to get stronger because of his continuous games with Drachewych. Then, about 3 years ago, the son of a bitch had another one of his rat buddies jump me from behind. Before I knew what happened, the bastard and Caleb had already broken my leg. I tried to get back in time before too much damage was done, but I couldn’t. He took over so fast that it has been impossible to get back any power from him now. He’s too strong. I can’t beat him alone now. But you can Adam. You and Wraith can beat him…If you work together. This is why I sent you two on this glimpse. If you two can work together and combine your efforts, you have a chance. You didn’t do that in my time, but maybe, if you can do it in your time, the future might be changed. Adam: The news all seems overwhelming to me. 4 days ago I couldn’t stand Wraith. As a matter of fact, he and I weren’t even on speaking terms. Now, I find out that he slept with my wife, that he now wants me to get back together with her, and now, according to you, Christian, I have to work WITH him now? Wraith: Hey, don’t look at me, Riddick! There ain’t no way I am letting you use any of my power and strength for your own goals. I got my own fish to fry. Adam: Well, then that’s settled. Christian tries to plead with us but before he can say a word, the sound of mechanical laughing echoes through the parking lot. In a flash, Christian disappeared. In his place, a new creature stood. His very presence sent chills down my spine. Even Wraith was intimidated by the dark aura this thing possessed. His white hair flowed through the air even though there was no wind. His body was strapped head to toe with what appeared to be some sort of armor. His face bore a smile while his eyes brought promises of death to all those that opposed him. This was our opponent… This was Caleb Andrews… I look over at Wraith to see him smirking at the creature that stood before us. Even if he was afraid, Wraith was doing a good job of hiding it. Turning towards me, he gives me a slight nod before making a run right towards Caleb. Adam: Wraith!! No!! What happens next is a brutal massacre. First Wraith tries everything he knows,,, then I try everything I know. When it was all said and done, Caleb Andrews was laughing at us while we were on the ground, gasping for air and recovering from the numerous shots he had delivered to us. Wraith: Damn that white haired freak! I can’t even pick myself up and we haven’t even put a dent in him. Then, somehow, he was there again. I don’t know how, but somehow my mental connection to Wraith was restored. I could hear his thoughts and he could hear mine. Adam: Wraith, I know you can hear me. Listen, at this rate, we aren’t going to last much longer. We have to work together otherwise we won’t beat him. Wraith: I don’t take orders from you, Riddick!! I can’t help but smile weakly at him. This was my Wraith…defiant to the end. But I couldn’t give up. We needed to combine our powers and we needed to do it now no matter how corny it sounded. Caleb would be on us again soon. If we didn’t act now, we were as good as dead. Even though this was a glimpse, it still felt real. Adam: He’s coming…Wraith I need your help!! PLEASE!!! Wraith (spits out blood): FINE!! But stay out of my way… Then, the flood gates opened. Bright light was everywhere around us. I could feel it entering every pour of my body. Wraith was feeling it to. Caleb, on the other hand, seemed blinded by it all. The next thing I knew, Wraith was gone…and so was I. In our place, stood someone else. Someone different, yet the same. He spoke like me…He spoke like Wraith, but somehow, someway, he was stronger. Creature: It’s over Caleb…I’ve come for you! Prepare to meet your end at my hands…The hands of Adam Ravage! Say Good Bye!! The light filled the entire room. Then, before it all went dark, two screams echoed through the arena… One was the cry of Adam Ravage, releasing every bit of strength he had upon Caleb Andrews.. The other…Was Caleb Andrews…realizing his time had come… ********************************************** OOC: Take a break here if you wish. It has been a long rp so I implore you to get up, shake your legs or do whatever it takes to give yourself a break. *********************************************** Part 3: United We Stand… My eyes open for the first time in hours. I can feel the sleep dust as it rests near my eye lids. Around me is a dark room with only one light left with the job of trying to illuminate everything. I try sitting up but every bone in my body hurts. I try to look around to get my bearings. Unfortunately, with the light being so limited, it’s impossible to see where everything is. The lights suddenly flash on to reveal that I am sitting in my office again at Wolfman and Hart. The sun is out, the day is beautiful…and my SCW Camera is on and running. 5… Looking down at myself, I realize that I’m still in the same attire I was in when I went to go see Kassie. What had just happened between Caleb and…Ravage…was just a dream…yet somehow…I could feel that I had changed… Somehow I felt …stronger 4… Wraith(inside Adam’s head): It may have been a dream, my friend, but we now know the purpose. We now know what we can do…together. It would seem that this dream had changed Wraith just as much as it had changed me. Both of us had grown exponentially. Both of us knew that we had achieved the next level of our own little evolution. Know…maybe it was time for Caleb to know it to. 3… Adam (inside is head): Hey Wraith, why don’t we let Ravage take this one. 2… For the first time since I can remember, Wraith was with me full heartedly. Wraith:…Let’s test this bad boy out… 1… ********************************************************* If you were any kind of SCW fan, the world would know where to find you with only 2 hours before the beginning of Supreme Championship Wrestling’s Under Attack PPV. The answer is simple. Either your in the arena, ready to watch the event first hand, or you were glued to your television set, watching all the replays and promos of the supertars. Well, thankfully, there is one superstar that always delivers the goods in promos…and he’s coming up right now. The fans in the arena cheer and the fans at home all stare excitedly at the TV as Adam Riddick appears before their eyes. Why are they excited you may ask? Why because their hero has appeared before them. Anyone who takes on a mid carding wrestler from X-net is a hero to all SCW fans. Add on the fact that Adam was one of the hottest stars in SCW today, and you got yourself one hell of a promo. As Adam opened his mouth to speak, the entire world seemed to fall quiet. Everyone is on the edge of their seat, willing to go against their primitive nature of talking every second just for a chance to hear the words of the Renegade Rocker. Adam (looks at the screen): Is he Riddick? Is he Wraith? That is what you are all wondering isn’t it? Well, hide your betting slips and throw away your fan made posters because neither Adam nor Wraith is present or will be present tonight. For you see, they have spawned a new creature. He is a being blessed with Wraith’s strength and appetite for carnage and destruction, while still maintaining Riddick’s intelligence and sense of respect and dignity. Sounds too good to be true? Well, it might have been too good to be true if it hadn’t been for one freaky dream. But, it happened, and because it did, I stand before you for the first time. You can call me Ravage or Riddick or Wraith. Doesn’t matter to me. The name is not important. What is important is the action I am bringing to SCW along side Riddick and Wraith. Gotta say, I’m a little intimidated by you all. I mean, you fans have the greatest influence on our business. You can make or break a superstar in a heartbeat. I respect that, I really do and I want to give you fans what you want so let me know if I’m doing anything wrong during this promo. Just give me a shout at 375-8374 or Dangerously_Savage@hotmail.com. ok? Thanks. So, let me talk about Caleb Andrews…The Original Sin as he calls himself. Does anyone else call him the Original Sin? I mean does anyone go up to him and say “Hey, Original Sin” or “Yo, OS, ma home dog”? No, so what’s the point of having a nick name like “Original Sin”? I have no idea so I’ll just call him Caleb. Now, Calebby baby, I would like to take this time to apologize for screwing up the facts. You were right. You were on Chimera and Adam knew that. You were right as well when you said that you interfered not Dillusion. You were right and Adam was wrong. I am man enough to admit when we make a mistake. But then again, slip of the tongues do happen when you’re on live television or when you’re out walking late at night without sleep talking to yourself don’t they? I mean when you’re wrestling every week in and out, sometimes you just slip. I know you wouldn’t understand this because the only person who has wrestled less then you SCW in the past month is Kassie Khane. But like I said, my apologies, Caleb. Anyway, Caleb you seemed to have a lot of rage in your last few promos. I can understand that. I mean look at me. I am the god damn creation of a beings rage. Look at Riddick and Wraith. Rage and Hatred was all that they knew. It filled their worlds and taught them how to think, how to act, how to breath. It is a necessity my friend, I’ll admit that, but it is not the end all be all to achieving greatness. Hell, do you seem hatred pouring out of me? Of course not. You could learn a lot from Adam Ravage my friend. So perhaps it would…behoove…you to keep listening. Next point, you said in your most recent promo that all Adam Riddick did was bitch about not being in the SCW Elimination Chamber and that you were his superior. You didn’t even give him the courtesy of being in the top ten of SCW. Now come on, Caleb. Let’s face it. SCW is only run by 10 superstars. Cid Turner, CHBK, Chad Evans, Dillusion, Hunter, The Real Speed, Kassie Khane, Christian Savior, and, of course, Adam Riddick. Everyone else comes and goes as they please but these guys stick around. Perhaps Riddick hasn’t been around as long as the rest of them, but unlike you, at least the man has wrestled every week since he returned. What have you done? Oh wait…I know…you’ve been watching breakdown at home while washing your tights in between commercials. Perhaps Adam isn’t in the Elimination Chamber, but I gotta say, he deserves to be there a lot more then you do, Caleb. You see, you keep on claiming to be the best. Day in and Day out, it’s all we hear. “I was an X-net Champion…I have a belt from a dead federation…rah rah rah”. Congratulations. But here’s a newsflash for you. You’re carrying around a hunk of metal and some highlighted moments of your career that mean nothing hear. The only thing that matters are these. What you do in an SCW ring and what you can’t do. For instance, you can admit that X-net is dead or you can’t. But you’re in SCW now, pal. This is where the big dogs play. Someday you will realize that I hope. As for me I could say screw you and skip the match altogether. Maybe I’ll go have dinner with Ms. Kassie Khane. That would be rather enjoyable. But like I said, I could do that…But I can’t get a title match in the future if I no show on a pay-per-view. So, since we now know what we can and can’t do at this point, let’s move on. How am I doing here guys? Alright? No one’s emailed me with anything but “Great” or “Doing Incredible…Keep going” yet so I guess you like it. Anyway, on with the “cross examination” . Caleb, I understand that you had a problem with Riddick “repeating” his problems over and over again in his promos. Hell, I can tell that even Wraith was getting upset about it. But since you want to talk about repeating one’s self, let’s take a look at your promos. I believe every single one of them has you talking about how great you are and how no one can hold a candle to you. Do you see any of the greats really bragging like that all the time? CHBK? Baron Scythe? Jason Wheeler? No? I guess you wouldn’t be interested in the past promos of some of the greats so lets try someone a little more recent. How about Hunter or Dillusion? They are two of SCW’s brightest stars. Do you see either of them continually repeat how great they are? No. They address the real issues about their opponent and about the match. Have you seen me say how great I am? No…You know why? Because a real superstar doesn’t need to brag about his abilities on the microphone. We call that “cheap popping” in the business, Caleb. I assume you know that since you claim to be the greatest thing in wrestling since Hulk Hogan. Yes, I know you never used that reference but we can all read between the lines can’t we guys? The fans and superstars of SCW are not like X-net, Caleb. What do I mean? Well, simply put, we do not have shit for brains. Understand that? Excellent! Let’s move on. Caleb, you talked about Riddick looking inside himself for that lost heart. You claimed that he didn’t have it while you did. Well, I got good news for you, killer. He found it, and, damn, he liked what he found. Look at me, I am the gold that Adam Riddick and Wraith have struck when they went searching for something beyond this world. You were right…Adam Riddick might not have had the heart to defeat you when the time came, but we both know that Wraith, the monster of Supreme Championship Wrestling, could have snapped you in half without thinking twice. Well guess what…his heart beats within me. Pulse for pulse, blood for blood, it is all the same. We are all one spirit…The holy trinity if you will. Adam is god, Wraith is his son…and I am the holy freaking body. I am the physical form of our wills. It is through me and my strength that all of our wills shall be down, Caleb. SCW is about to enter a new era after tonight my friend. For you see, you to shall find the force I wield. All of SCW shall find that be it sooner or later…Our wills shall be down. Adam(chuckles a little): Whoa, sorry for getting all omnipotent on you, Caleb. And a sorry to you, the fans as well. Some times I over do it. Anyway, Caleb, let me make one final point. You don’t belong here. You don’t belong in Supreme Championship Wrestling. I mean, look at you. You practically scream X-net and Chimera. I mean, you are so anti-SCW that I’m honestly afraid you’ll start your own hate club or revolution or something and right now, that’s the last thing we need. So why don’t you just leave? Why don’t you just go back to Chimera…oh wait…it went belly up. So why don’t you…no…it died to. Well, I don’t know where you can go, but go somewhere other then here. No one wants to hear you bitch about “X-net is great” this or “Chimera rules” that. I mean it was funny and all that the first time you came over when those federations were dying, but now it’s just pathetic. You’re like Peter Griffin when he tried to bring back the Gumbo television show, only Peter was funny. You’re about the farthest thing from funny since Jerry Seinfield. So how about you trade in that belt for some nice clothes, burn your Chimera and X-net merchandise and start over. Hell, if you did that, you might even be able to start a new here in SCW. Who knows. We may like the new you. Who knows. Ahh, who am I kidding. My words of wisdom will just be ignored by you anyway won’t they, Caleb. Come on, let’s not kid ourselves. You’ve got like a wall built in around you that prevents any constructive criticism from your enemies to pass through. I can understand that. Adam use to be the same, but nuh uh not anymore. Adam has seen the light! He is a changed man! The change is coming for you to if you embrace it! It’s-a coming…It’s a… There I go again, rambling on. How about I put it this way… Caleb, we have a match tonight. Just you and me, one on one. Adam Vs Caleb…Awesome Vs Crappy…Attractive vs…Crappy…Dude, your name sucks for the synonyms game! Anyway, it’s just you and me my friend. Can you handle that? Can you handle stepping into the ring with a new and improved version of Adam Riddick and Wraith? It’s a scary thought, I know. People have had nightmares about such a thought. But now, it’s happened. So what are you going to do, Caleb? You gonna show up and try and make murdering me your original sin? Or you gonna run and hide and make fear your original sin? Either way, it doesn’t matter to me, but if you show up tonight, you will have my respect. Because I know it takes guts just to show up. I know that and I feel the pain you will feel when you see me stare through you as you approach the ring. It’s really something else, I know. But understand this, Caleb…That pain is nothing compared to the pain I will put you through after that ring bell is struck. No no no…not even close. You may not care whether you win or lose or whether you live or die, but I care about whether or not I do. I like tasting the sweet fruits of life and when I beat your ass until you can’t stand up anymore, I can taste those sweet, sweet fruits again. Caleb, I won’t guarantee victory the same way you did. After all, what kind of a superstar would I be? Doing something like that would make me the exact same arrogant, disrespectful, inconsiderate little prick that you are. And SCW really doesn’t need another Caleb Andrews. Hell, you really don’t need another version of yourself that’s better looking then you do you? I didn’t think so. No, Caleb, all I can do is promise the pain I am going to inflict and like I said earlier, it is going to be the likes of which you have never seen. So….*waves at the camera like the Riddler from Batman*…See Ya soon. Adam Savage is out!! Ha Ha Ha… My camera falls dead as Adam Riddick rises from below the surface to take control of his body once more. As he does, there is a big smile on his face and rightfully so. The test run of Adam Savage was a success. And now, the entire world new about him and from the look at all the emails and phone messages, they liked him. That was good, but still, even after all this success and new found power, one thing was still troubling Adam… Riddick: Who the hell shot me with a freaking dart!? THE END… |
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| The Blood Diamond | Sep 17 2006, 10:51 AM Post #8 |
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[align=center] Dreams ::~ :: Dreams have been a mystery to us since Adam first breathed life. The stuff of legends, myth and fairy tale, dreams have always fascinated mankind. We can learn much from our dreams, if we only but listen with a trained ear. There is nothing psychic about understanding dreams. There is a certain degree of intuition, coupled with logic and a working knowledge of dreaming involved though :: Caleb Andrews sits in a corner , rocking back and forth. Waiting in anticipation for nothing but the cold wind breezing in. The frost of his breath billows in the crisp air. It falls upward soon to disappear. There are candles lit everywhere around him. Set up like a vigilance .The room dark like always has that eerie presence as Caleb Andrews begins to speak. Caleb Andrews ::~ Dreams , an escape from problems. A different route for people to drift into a Neverland of there own. The world they want to see it as. A world of perfection , but there is that glitch. The Matrix so to speak. He stands up from his crouched position and begins to walk towards the camera. Looking every more serious then ever. Caleb Andrews ::~ The glitch of imperfection , when in reality that glitch is me. You try to run away , but the faster and harder you try , the slower you go. The dogs that chase you are faster but never catch you . A so called optical illusion. Caleb Andrews stops talking for a quick second . He jumps up onto a pedestal of stone. He holds his arms out like a eagle with its wings spanned out. He begins to talk once more. Caleb Andrews ::~ You reach the end of nothing , the abyss . No where to go. You try not to fall , but force carries over. You fall over , falling forever. You can’t see when your going to hit. but soon enough something comes into view : jagged rocks or flat ground. You know your going to die, no escaping your fate. But then your wake up . right before you hit and you fall off your bed. How convenient isn't it ? As he said the last part he jumps off the pedestal landing on his feet. He steps next to the pedestal he just descended from. Caleb Andrews ::~ Then your in trouble , surrounded. By what ever glitches your mind creates. You scream , but no one can hear you . The louder you scream the lower it actually sounds. As metaphoric as it is, its like a tree in the middle of nowhere. It comes crashing down with force. But no one can hear that tree scream , and no one can hear you. Caleb Andrews pushes the pedestal over as it crashes over , it breaks into jagged slates of rock now. Splinters of the rock fill the bottom of the floor now. As Caleb Andrews walks over them , you can hear the crackle it lets out. Caleb Andrews ::~ But one man’s dream can be another man’s nightmare. One man’s love in life can be a horror in reality. But sometimes it crosses that line. It breeds into both. I am simply everyone’s dream and nightmare. I am that voice in his head. The dreams of me breathing down their neck. Only to show no fear , no emotion. Not breaking a single tear of sweat. But I trigger something in their mind. They wake up ... soaked in fear , sweat and uncontrollable urges. Without Fantasy there is no dreams , with no dreams there are no nightmares. Without no nightmares , I would simply a fascism of vague shadow. Hiding from nothing that fears. Its what you make of nothing , it’s so complicated. But simple at the same time. He sits down on the broken piece of rock. Acting calmer now then the start of the promo. Caleb Andrews ::~ Then you have europhoric matters. The lust in which people inhabit in there mind. Let in mind of someone they love or deeply obsess. They give into temptation , letting all go in there world. But you wake up , How do I say it ? ....Happy ? Releasing that “energy” Wet , and sticky ... I wish you could have what you want but you know you will never even grasp it. Much like this title I hold , Everyone creams for it . But I am the top of crop. I hold the dream everyone yearns for. I guess you can think of me as the dream catcher as well. Being the one to stop all things possible , weaving through the possible and impossible letting some slip through my hands. But only for the better. Like Newman for example. I let him get as close as can be to that gold. Only a few inches away , yet miles away from victory. He may hold it , but again , it will be his short lived dream turned into a nightmare. Adam , you see 3 - 0 is nothing compared to milestones I have reached. I have gone undefeated for 7 months straight before. Did anyone care.... .... No .... But when I lost is was then people began to realize who I was. Now people will finally realize who you are. After Under Attack. Of coarse we all know the little speech and antics you’ll give out. Your as predictable as you are stupid. Show up with another lady or two. Go to the club , Tell me how emo or gothic I am. Whine about you not having Cassie. It never gets old ...does it. Hearing the same thing week after week. I mean what else does one have against me. Wait ?!? My loss to Jake Matthews for the Xnet Title ? My first defeat in that 7 month span ? Or my losing record in in my whole career ? That’s one thing that never matters though. Are records . It’s all about being on top , holding onto something you can’t even grasp Adam ... Come Under Attack , you’ll see soon enough , that you aren't the material of superior you think you are. The Voice will soon have nothing more to say then .. “ I Quit “ ~~~ Part 2 ~~~ Andrews :: Religion , a sanctum for salvation . Everyone’s escape from reality to believe in the death of forgiveness. But the battle lies between religion and science. Which is first , who created who ? What came of what in many years. Is evolution really a overlord of a book full of nonsense. Or is the word of life a Basic Instruction Before Living Eternal. Neither can coincide on same terms and even have been put to war. I myself , do not look into the word of God or the political bullshit it throws at us. We praise for something that is not there. The only reply of a prayer we get is the wind in the air laughing at us. God is nothing more then a fantasy lodged in the demented heads of sick fucks all alike. They all praise the same person under a different name. Buddha , Tribal Gods , they all lead to the same factor and we all get the same consequences. Absolutely nothing. You hold out both hands and one will wait for prayers while I take a crap on the other and see which one fills up first. Not only the lives upon the heavens , but those who confide in hell also. Its much easier to live in the life of sin and not care. Hoping to become a disciple of hell. We worry about looking into the future of what we want to become and where we want to be heading , only to end up stuck here. On earth … the middle man so to speak. But this place is the only utopia of escape. This is were it all balances out. And yet , I live a life of neither. Not in Sin nor Forgiveness . Now we have a reformed German Hitler Youth Leader as a new Pope. Next thing you know we have some sand nigger jumping ship into the US and becoming the next US President fucking us in our ass. Well , not like Bush is already doing it anyways. But the fact of the matter is that people can actually create something from nothing, the anti - matter. Now , more so the Vatican , fight the cause of CERN who actually discovered the ability to make shift the theory of evolving from absolutely nothing. But this is the very same church I have envisioned , so it must mean something. … . Caleb walks from the banks and up to the large doors of the cathedral. He opens them as he peeks inside. Only a few monastery personal and a priest stand in the large open space. Caleb walks calmly up the aisle and to the large alter where hundreds of candles flicker. A person is knelt down before them , one that Caleb did not see when he first glanced in. The person looks up at Caleb and gives him a surprised look. He gets up and hastily walks away from him. The fragrances hit the air , filled with a bountiful amount of array. Caleb kneels down in the same position where his day dream lead him. As he kneels down , the workers and priest exit without haste. Caleb , now the only one in the large gothic setting , is bent over and removes a panel which is loose from behind one of the candles. As he moves it out of the way , he pulls a large, dusty book out of the crevice. He blows the dust off as it kicks up in the air and he inhales it. He coughs and moves away from the candles. He sits on one of the alter benches and opens it up. What he found next changed his past , present and future forever. I am my own God , I am my own maker , I am “ The Original Sin “ Savior , You aren't even worth a few sentences to speak of , you come and show up , it’ll much more easier for me to show what I can do. Eliminate any extra problems before they occur Adam , nothing much more can be said. You do this lifestyle for the fans. Me .. I do it for myself. The fans give me nothing of what I seek. I never needed them and don’t every think I will in the near future. But what you need Adam is a miracle. A miracle to overcome a force hell bent from opposition. Cid , Sid , Evans .....even your petty little self but now I have something they all don’t ,a need to go revenge. To exact the same type of destruction they laid upon my hands. It will be a climb indeed. But the bottom of the ladder starts with you. This is what they told me would cure me. Cure what ? Who said I was sick ? But there just doctors, what do thy know. They are not plauged with this curse , they think it is a virus in my mind. I do nothing but ignore them. But do not ignore your enemies or your friends, give equal attention to both, or else they will sour and all will be stronger enemies. Fuck that philosophy. I'm supposed to be getting ready for a textbook wrestling match against a dead weight. I want to do what's good for the SCW. Well Fuck SCW ... like the classic song lyric says, what has it done for me lately? Wasted my time as I've carried it's ass on to the mainstream. Oh, how I wish I could travel another path, this one I've traveled many times before and it's extremely well worn. The only person who will conduct an array of business while verbally bitchslapping anybody who doesn't kiss the ring and drop to one knee. Let's talk about you Adam, I've got a lot of ground to cover and a short time to do it. How's that prick thing working out? Riddick , you are good, but not great. I'm probably giving you too much credit, yeah Its to bad you get the last laugh in the ring : Too bad, even before the match started , you pissed it away : the opportunity of a lifetime. Yeah, giving him too much credit, taking you seriously is not easy. Believe me. I hope you at least show up in the ring. I’m sure you will because I’m in this match, yeah it’s my pleasure to bring you up beyond mediocrity. All the things you thought you could do, you can’t. Just like I can’t give a shit about you, no point in pretending that I think highly of your work or skill. I know I’m better than you Riddick . I always will be, I know quite honestly I’m the best here with the elite , bar none. I have the best ability to break down my opponents, the ability to kill credibility with words. But what’s the point really? This is no joke once i step in the ring. And Riddick , before you decide to ramble this from now on (now you may not, since I brought it up) no bullshit. You say much like everyone else does in this industry , you’re unstoppable, See Riddick , you know that you’ll need your very best to even remotely have a chance to beat me, anything else would not only be uncivilized but utter bullshit on your behalf. That’s not belittling you, I'm just being honest. Please save the clichéd banter you’ve spewed at the fans before. Tell us something anything of them havn't heard. I’m hoping you’ll have something new and original that you thought of while you were away. But I'm not in the mood to verbally castrating your little creditability. But you still stand out in my mind. Your the easy target .Just a innocent bystander who picked the wrong number in this match, but It’s an insult to me that I’m in this match to begin with. Come to think about it I'm just giving you more crediabilty right there, but in this illogical place I call a wrestling federation, the impossible happens. No matter how visible the threat is… I have to take this as another days work in this industry. You were never on my scope, and you never will be again after this match. You know something Adam ? Legacies are like a box of Dunkin doughnuts A little over three dollars for a dozen. Names come and names go, but a select few are inked on paper and allowed to dry. And you my son , are not even worthy of crumbling that piece paper up and throwing in the garbage. If it were my deal , i would light that application on fire and save us all. You will need more then your skills and your technical bullshit to get past me cause stepping it up isn’t enough, you got to be able to run with me… but I’m on cruise control for now. Am I overlooking you? No. All I have to do is show up to my real maximum, something I do more than anyone else here and I’ll be on my way to another win. There’s no need to prove myself. To the fans, to myself…especially to your worms. Cling to the illusions you may come up with, speak as if you really have what it takes to dominate. Believe what you fucking want because your beliefs will get you nowhere. You’ve never faced someone who will take it to you like I will. But you don't care, neither do I. He stands up as he walks off in the drifts of the orange sunrise. The crisp air fills his lungs as the his image gets smaller as he walks away from the camera. Is this treatment working for him? It will never been known , because how will he remember writing it at all. Somethings still have holes that need patched. And they will be fulfilled throughout this story“ . I don't need any title, i dont need to be the best. I just need to know who i am inside. Did I give up the famous lifestyle to become infamous ? Caleb sits back on the gravestone. He glances around , knowing he shouldn't be in this hellish place. He gets up from the stone alter and walks away calm. Putting his black book of short memories in his pocket. His image gets smaller as he walks further away , and soon enough all you see is the bright sun dashing in the camera lense at it cuts it feeds. you hear Caleb's vauge voice of ver the static screen though Andrews ::~ The fallout has begun But a legacy is just starting. [/align] |
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