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Christian Savior [c] vs Damian Angel; SCW Adrenaline Championship Match
Topic Started: Sep 28 2006, 03:46 PM (167 Views)
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Christian Savior [c] vs Damian Angel
SCW Adrenaline Championship

Deadline Tuesday October 3rd @ 11:59pm

RP Limit: 3

Teaser to be added later
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WARNING: If you are offended by use of overt-religious material, this rp should be avoided!!

The Gospel According to Kitty Black
In what will become an epic struggle between two opposing sides, Damian Angel thus decided to declare war on the old order of SCW. This order has been responsible for holding down the younger talent attempting to break through, avoiding their direct competition to artificially prolong their own careers and monopolize the opportunities that should be given to those who earn them, rather than those who had done so too many years prior. Damian Angel's war... continued by the few chosen and fought until victory is secured... shall engulf SCW. No one will ever be the same.

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Adrenaline keeps me in the game
Adrenaline you don't even feel the pain
Wilder than your wildest dreams
When you're going to extremes
It takes adrenaline

~ "Adrenaline" by Gavin Rossdale

The single tongue of fire, dancing on the end of a match, illuminates the scene. The camera follows the small light, moving across a vacant backdrop, until the flame itself engulfs the wick of a candle, splitting the flame in two, while not diminishing the strength of either. The original light moves over and lights another candle, then a third, and finally a fourth. As the four candles wave beside each other, side by side as if in choreographed movement, the figure lighting them waves the match out, leaving a faintly visible trail of smoke rising from its former origin. The figure walks behind a curtain, leaving the fire dancing in the air. The camera pans around to the other side of the curtain with the man, where we see Damian Angel on his knees, head held high towards the heavens and dressed in a black robe with white trim. The candles can be seen dancing through a stained-glass window. As Damian looks upward, Kitty Black enters, flanked by three men in black hooded robes, hoods up to conceal their faces.

Kitty Black: Are you sure you want to do this?

Damian doesn't verbally respond, but simply nods, stretching his arms out. Kitty directs two of the hooded men to grab Damian by his arms and pull him back to his back, dragging him along the floor. They pull him back, setting him atop a makeshift cross. The robe he was wearing gets forcibly torn from his body, showing his wrestling trunks underneath, and tossed aside. The two men then tie his wrists down to the cross with coarse rope, repeating the same act on his ankles. Then, with help from the third robed man, the cross is risen from its laying-down position to fully upright, while Kitty Black drops to her knees before it. The camera focuses in on Damian, who now has an expression of pain across his face. His ribs begin to slightly show through his skin as his body naturally lurches forward while his arms remain tightly bound. His breath becomes shorter and more hollow as he continues to allow himself to hang. The man (who had earlier lit the candles) rushes over to Kitty.

Man: What is he doing?

Kitty Black: An exercise. It's designed to heighten the sense of adrenaline in one's body while leading the mind to a calm.

Man: But.. he's killing himself!

Kitty Black: Have some faith, child. He knows what he's doing.

The man's face tells a story of panic, while the camera pans back to Damian, who is starting to control his breathing as his eyes begin to glass over. His shoulders begin to quiver slightly as the pressure of being the only joint holding Damian on the cross.

Man: I can't believe this!

Kitty Black: What can't you believe?

Man: That you're going to just stand here and watch as he mutilates himself this way. It's disgusting..

Kitty Black: It's the way it has to be. No one wants him down here and safe more than I, but this is the way Damian demands it.

Man: This.. this is just insane!

Meanwhile, on the cross, Damian continues to visibly calm himself, while his body continues quivering, using every muscle available to maintain his position. The man finally cracks.

Man: STOP THIS, DAMIAN! YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO THIS!

Kitty Black: Please calm down, sir.

Man: He's SUFFERING up there! I can't believe you're just going to let him!

Kitty Black: Life is not about preventing others from doing that which you feel they should not.. but rather one should accept another's decisions.

Man: This is a "decision"... THIS!? This is morbid.. this is disgusting.. this is..

On the cross, Damian begins to pull himself up with his bound wrists, but his shoulders buckle and he slips forward, almost looking as though he is about to seperate his shoulders.

Man: Look.. you can't tell me that THAT is okay!

Kitty Black: This is his..

Man: HIS WISH IS WRONG! DAMIAN IS WRONG!

Damian is wrong. Such an argument had never been posed to Kitty Black in her ministry with the man known as the Hellbound Messiah, and was especially shocking since he was in the middle of a ritual which would enable him to capture the SCW Adrenaline Championship. She looks up at her master as he remains on the cross. His ribs now appear more pronounced than before, and now his wrists and ankles are visible with rope burn. But still, resolve appears on Damian's face, which tells Kitty that she is doing the right thing. And yet, this insolent fool at her side currently is not helping matters. He rushes over to where the three robed guards stand.

Man: You guys have to do something! You can't allow him to do this to himself!

Neither of the three acknowledge his presence, nor do as much as turn their heads in his direction. He continues to have further panic as Damian looks down at Kitty, his eyes glassing over as pain courses through his body. He looks down and gives Kitty a nod.

Kitty Black: Now!

The robed guards instantly pulled the cross out from it's perch, untying Damian's wrists and ankles once on the ground. Damian rolls off the cross, laying on his stomach and breathing heavily, while careful not to move his arms. Kitty Black rushes over to him, sliding beside him and lifting his head onto her lap. As she strokes his hair, Damian regains composure enough to speak.

Damian Angel: Who?

Kitty looks at Damian with a befuddled look in her eyes.

Kitty Black: I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about.

Damian Angel: Who spoke for my safety? Who pleaded for my release from the cross?

The man, proud of his actions, pushes through until he is beside Damian himself.

Man: It was me.

Damian turns his head and faces the man, reaching out his hand.

Damian Angel: Please.. take my hand.

His eyes welling with pride, the man reaches forward and takes Damian's hand. Damian begins to slightly squeeze.

Damian Angel: What exactly were you trying to accomplish?

Man: What? I...

Damian Angel: Just one lapse of faith could be all that is necessary to quell an entire army. The dissention of one.. that's all.

Man: I.. I'm sorry.. I didn't..

Damian's voice.. and strength.. suddenly seem to return to full as he sits up, raising his voice and continuing to squeeze the man's hand like a vice.

Damian Angel: SORRY!? Are you sorry for ACTING? Or sorry because you found out that I didn't LIKE it!? I've encountered FAR TOO MANY men like YOU.. and every time I do.. it makes me SICK!

Damian's grip continues to tighten to the point that the man is now folding over in pain. Suddenly, Damian just smiles and slowly relieves his hold.

Damian Angel: You did what you thought was for the best.

Thankful that he appears to be out of any real danger, the man smiles and nods.

Man: Exactly... I didn't want to see you suffer.

Damian nods assuringly, before squeezing his hand down with full force. A loud crack echoes through the chamber as the man's hand breaks under Damian's grip. The man's eyes widen as he hears the crack, and once Damian releases his hand, he clutches it.

Damian Angel: Let this be a lesson.. I will not have my war with the old order hampered by the musings of some pathetic cretin who would rather see me sheltered from pain than allow me to embrace it as a necessary evil. Perhaps next time, you will remember this and think with greater clarity.

Two of the three guards help Damian to his feet, draping his arm over Kitty's shoulders. Kitty helps Damian walk out of the scene as it fades...

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The scene returns in a dimly lit sleeping quarters. Laying in a large bed, one which is carved out of the finest wood and garnished to perfection, is Damian Angel and Kitty Black. There is a noticable band of red across Damian's abdoman, which had suffered extreme stress as a result of his hanging on the cross, and still has rope-burn marks on his wrists. Damian lays awake, Kitty laying next to him, while he reflects on earlier.

Damian Angel: When I was up there... I could feel all the pain in my body rushing to few specific quarters.. more pain than I had ever felt in my life. But the thing was.. it was so.. exhilerating. It was as if every drop of adrenaline in my body has been charged up and is now ready for Wednesday night.

Kitty Black: But was it worth the risk you undertook? What if something went wrong? What if you slipped and seperated your shoulders? Or worse?

Damian pulls Kitty closer to him, kissing her in the forehead.

Damian Angel: Nothing was going to go wrong, love. I had calculated every possibility, and the moment something looked dire, I was to be freed. But now.. now I see with frightening clarity what must be done if I am to stand above SCW as its true savior and win the war against the old order. And it all starts with the Adrenaline Championship.

Kitty Black: Can you defeat Christian Savior?

Damian Angel: If I did not feel I could defeat him, that still wouldn't stop me from facing him. The more we strike out.. the more we damage the old order and its members.. the better off our cause is.

Kitty appears befuddled by the "we" talk. So far, only she and Damian have taken up the cause of war, so this talk of others comes as a natural surprise.

Kitty Black: What do you mean by "we", lover?

Damian Angel: There are pieces in place already that I am using to advance the cause. They know what they are doing, but have yet to connect their individual missions and goals with the greater. I'm talking people like Dillusion...

Kitty Black: The mad man who attempted to scar your body a week ago?

Damian Angel: The very same. I'm also talking people like Lenne Perez.. like Josh Hudson. These people are in place, waging their individual battles with the longstanding members of the SCW roster and yet not connecting their own battles with my cause. And in their battles they act as pawns to my war. In their relentless pursuits and vendettas against Adam Riddick, the Real Speed and the SCW Championship.. these three are examples of what SCW needs to remove the sinful core. And, with myself taking the Adrenaline Championship from Christian Savior, our cause can only strengthen.

Kitty Black: Wednesday will be OUR night.

Damian Angel: That it shall, my love. With my self-crucifixion a success, and now my mental preparation complete, we must now ensure that I am physically ready. Christian Savior must learn that there is more to his name "Savior" than he is able to handle. This war, when successful, shall be my eternal legacy. I am the true savior of SCW... for I am the Hellbound Messiah!

With that, Damian and Kitty lean into each other, exchanging a passionate kiss. What it is about that last line that brought the kiss on may never be seen, nor will the continuation of this scene, as it cuts out before you, the viewer, can get any real steamy action. Sorry.

~FIN~
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The Gospel According to Kitty Black
It's been 24 hours since Damian Angel's self-crucifixion left him sore, yet focused on his goal. In 24 hours time, he will step into the ring with one Christian Savior, a man who's name is little more than a mis-nomer about his actual purpose. He is no savior, not by our standards. A savior actually acts in saving. All Christian Savior acts for is his own personal glory. And in the end, it is that attitude that will act against him. It is that which will be Damian Angel's saving grace. There comes a time in every wrestler's journey where he must face one who claims to be like him, but in actuality is nothing close to the same. For Damian Angel, that night is coming... 24 hours. That's all that's left.

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Run through the speed of sound
Every thing slows you down
And all color that surrounds you
Are bleeding to the walls
All the things you really need
Just wait to find the speed
Then you will achieve
Escape velocity

~ "Adrenaline" by Gavin Rossdale

The History of Damian Angel
With his SCW Adrenaline Championship match on the horizons, many questions remain about Damian Angel. Who is he? Where did he come from? How did he come to be the Hellbound Messiah? And what is with his war with the so-called old order of SCW? This is his story, and is also history.

The scene comes on in the middle of a dusty dirt road during a bright, sunny day. A faint wind blows, sending grains of sand along the ground, while footsteps can be seen. As we follow, the footsteps are those of Damian Angel and his priestess, follower and bound-concubine, Kitty Black, as they travel down the beaten-up path. Damian appears in his black dress shirt and black pants under a black trenchcoat and with a white tie. Kitty has a red blouse and a black flowing dress. They come to a crossroads and gaze upon a wooden plank impanted in the ground. On the plank there is a carving.. the date 07/24/1999. Stopping there, Damian drops to his knees, running his hand over the carved date.

Damian Angel: Every journey of 10,000 miles always begins with a single step. This very spot was where my journey began...

The sands swirl over the carving, leading us to a change in scenery as Damian narrates. We are brought to a desolate desert village in 1999. There are a few merchants selling their wares, haggling for the highest possible price they can get. Several of them take advantage of travelling people, bleeding them for everything they are worth. Meanwhile, the other side of the village has its prostitution ring, selling travellers the finest women for exhorberent amounts. As the town progresses, we see a familier traveller, Damian Angel 7 years younger, as he enters. This time, he is dressed in slummish clothing, torn blue jeans and a raggity old Led Zepplin T-shirt. His hair is, considering the difference now, wild and unkempt and he looks around, flipping a coin. Despite his drastically different appearance, he still carries the same weight and pride as he walks.

Damian Angel: It was here that I first encountered what kind of corruption sin and debauchery truly are. In this tiny village, with its merchants acting to scam as many innocent people out of their earnings as possible, there lay a great evil. And this evil was fostered and allowed to spread by the community leader, Alistair Vagrant.

The camera shows a man, obviously representing Vagrant, as he steps out. This man carries with him the very look that Damian Angel has today: the top-of-the-line suit with black pants and a black shirt complimented by a white tie and white jacket. He carries a cane with him as he steps out and looks out over his people. One thing Alistair had always made certain was that his people were taking in everything they possibly could, and any dissenters were to be dealt with in a timely yet brutal fashion. Walking around with his cane, which is hardly used for support, he walks over to the young Damian Angel.

Damian Angel: This man wanted more than loyalty.. he wanted a blood-bond. And I wasn't willing to give that to him.

Alistair brings the cane high over his head, crashing it down along the cheekbone of Damian. Damian falls to the sands face-first, hitting his chest off the ground and knocking the wind out of himself. Not that it would make much of a difference, of course, as before he could recover, he had Alistair Vagrant's foot pressed against his back, pressing him further into the sands. As Damian tried to struggle, Alistair spoke down at him with contempt.

Alistair Vagrant: You are NOTHING, Angel. You always have been nothing.. and you always WILL be nothing.

Alistair then lifts his leg off of Damian's back just long enough to bring his cane down on Damian's head once more, knocking the young man out.

Damian Angel: He had his guards drag me out to the furthest point of the desert, where society would not find me and I could simply die alone, bitter and cold. And there I lay, without food or water. It seemed as though weeks past, until I finally accepted fate and rolled over, content to simply waste away. But fate, it would seem, was not yet ready to accept me.

The Damian in the story rolls over to find an elderly gentleman standing above him.

Damian Angel: His name was Ulysses Parker, and he was my mentor. He saved me from the bowels of my own damnation and began nursing me back to health along with his wife, Erika. Still, I did not speak, nor did they push speech out of me. They brought me to them with no reward in it for themselves, simply out of an accute desire to see me survive, and they trained me. They trained me in ancient martial arts, in modern fighting techniques, and in bodily preservation. But most importantly, they trained me in my spirituality. I'll never forget the words that Ulysses told me the night they finally managed to get through.. he said...

Ulysses Parker: There are only two paths in life: righteousness and sinfulness. The path you choose is entirely up to you, but whatever you choose, make absolute certain that you champion it. Do not follow, young one, but lead. That is your destiny.

Damian Angel: He often spoke of my destiny, but earlier it was simply in vague terms, mentioning good and evil as mere passing terms. But here, he gave me a solid, specific path.. do good, or do evil, but do it on my own terms. And it was in that very moment that I knew what needed to be done.

The scene shows Damian as he dresses in one of Ulysses' finest suits bidding farewell to the elderly couple. He takes up a walking stick and begins his trek back through the desert.

Damian Angel: I knew what I needed to do, I just didn't know how I was supposed to do it. It had been, by my best estimation, many months since I had last been in that sinful village and I had no sense of direction as to where to go. So I wandered, repeating the words that Ulysses Parker had told me to many strangers. Many people thought I was simply insane, an escaped mental patient looking for attention. But, in the seas of people who heard my words, a few took my ideas and ran with them, spreading my legend across the lands. It got to a point where, when I was in one village, I received word that the head of the adjacent village, a man named Alistair Vagrant, had wished to have a recess with me.

Damian is then shown walking into an impressive throne room, where Alistair Vagrant can be seen sitting, hand still on his cane. He looks across his hallway into Damian's eyes and, although the same, he sees something different and begins to tremble. Damian strides over to the man who once beat him, his grip on his walking stick ever tightening. Once he gets to the front, he and Alistair stand face to face.

Damian Angel: I don't remember the exact words I told him, but he took a swing at me, and I killed him. It took one fell swoop, and the bastard dropped at my feet. Others from the village rushed in to see what had happened, and when they saw the man who had been their leader laying at my feet they began praising me. Apparently, Alistair had held them under an iron grip and they were praying.. wishing.. that someone would strike him down and free them. To this day, I have not heard any ramifications against me. Yet, I continue on.

Kitty Black: Why?

Damian Angel: Because in that one act, no matter how wicked that man was, I had sinned.

The scene fades back out to the modern world. Damian Angel remains on his knees before the carving while Kitty Black stands over him. He runs his hand over the carving again.

Damian Angel: It was the date here, July 24 of 1999 when that journey began, and I like to come back here every so often to just sit and reflect on how far I've come since then. Gone is the weak Damian Angel who had no direction. In his place is the stronger Damian Angel, the Damian Angel you see before you now. I have had to struggle though to even establish my ministry.. heck, part of me was unsure whether or not this ministry was even necessary. I act now, purging sins from the masses through mainstream media, because it helps ease my troubled soul. My mind is heavy with what I have committed that summer. And that is why we must use our mainstream medium to spread influence over the land.

Kitty Black: And what will become with Christian Savior?

Damian Angel: Christian Savior.. the man is studied, that is certain. However, he seems to have his mind clouded by his own egomaniacal tendencies. He fails to see the difference between myself and the "Messiahs of the past". He draws parallels while blatantly ignoring the differences, that which seperates me from them. He ignores the past passive-aggressive actions and how they differ greatly from my methods of physical enforcement, of taking the sinners apart bit by bit until nothing remains. And while he claims to be a long-standing member of SCW, he also ignores the most basic principle.

Kitty Black: What's that?

Damian Angel: Just because he doesn't see it, doesn't mean it doesn't happen. He sees our ritual.. my self-crucifixion, my means of aligning my thoughts and getting them to where they needed to be, and he assumes that it is the only route I take in preparation. In fact, as he will soon learn, I have devoured every available resource.. studying every action Christian Savior has ever done inside a wrestling ring. But because he hasn't seen it, he assumes it isn't there. That is a fatal flaw, and one I intend to exploit to it's greatest extent. He does not frighten me.. I have stared death in the face, only to be freed from it. I have stumbled into a ministry which has become my destiny. And now, my destiny led me to SCW, led me to Christian Savior and, God-willing, will lead me to the Adrenaline Championship. The Hellbound Messiah will not be denied. So it has been written, so it shall be done.

With that, Damian rises to his feet, looking down at the carving of the date. July 24, 1999... the date the inadvertantly started Damian Angel on the course of his ministry, of purging the sins of the world, and doing it through the mainstream of SCW. The next significant date to follow.. October 4, 2006... the day Damian Angel and Christian Savior compete for the SCW Adrenaline Championship.

~fin~
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