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| Brian Kinney & Jason Wheeler vs. The Mysterious Du | |
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| Topic Started: May 2 2008, 06:44 AM (205 Views) | |
| Kassie Khane | May 2 2008, 06:44 AM Post #1 |
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Brian Kinney & Jason Wheeler vs. The Mysterious Duo RP Limit: 2 RP Limit Deadline: 11:59 pm EST Tuesday, May 6, 2008 ~Good Luck Everyone!~ |
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| Simply Divine | May 7 2008, 10:56 PM Post #2 |
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OOC: WARNING!!! WARNING!!! WARNING!!! This rp contains strong sexual content. Read at your own risk. You have been warned. Those mentioned in my rp: Jason Wheeler Taylor Summers The Mysterious Duo Mr. Drachewych Jay Michaels Lastly, I will have another one up but I needed to get this posted tonight...good luck!!! A Night To Remember |
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| Faust | May 8 2008, 03:52 PM Post #3 |
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OOC: Ok... in and out of the hospital and I am on a lot of potent drugs for my bronchitis/strep throat. Yeah... it aint pretty. If this rp doesnt make sense... well... it's cause of that. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Mysterious Duo? Hardly. There is no need to talk much about them. You want to talk about mystery? You want to see enigmas or puzzles or riddles that baffle even the strongest of minds? Then this duo is the farthest from where you need to look. Thankfully, for one night, you will only have to look to the other side to see the true essence, the very epitome, of the word ‘spectacle’. I assure you, though, it is not in the form of Brian Kinney. It lies in I, and my name, in case you have failed to guess at this point, is Jason Wheeler. Brian Kinney… he is my partner. Handpicked out of hundreds to serve as my ally, an honor superstars would face a multitude of obstacles for the chance at. I offered it to you freely, and you… you spit in my face by refusing. Why? Why would you do that, Brian? I thought that as a man of valor like myself, you would leap at the chance to overcome another challenge. After all, is that not what men like you and I live for? By proving that we are strong enough to overcome anything? But you said no… and I cannot understand why. You confuse me, Brian Kinney. How many hours I have spent searching the vast sum of my knowledge to contemplate a just reason for your chosen actions. I came up with a few, but I have to know for sure… so I asked for this match. I am going to give you another chance, Brian Kinney. You will be forgiven for last week if you join me now. After all, you had a lot on your mind, and you just had a match against Lawler… I mean, that wouldn’t weigh so heavily on my mind, but who knows, maybe it did with you. You don’t have to answer me right away. Let your decision speak in the ring. I know that I certainly will whatever you decide. As I said many times before Brian Kinney… you would rather have me as an ally than as an enemy. Remember the universal truth about life. In the end only the strong survive. Should you shirk from me once again, I will have no choice but to see that you are doing so out of your own weakness to embrace the challenges necessary to be a man of honor. And if you are weak, well… nature will take care of what awaits you. Don’t let yourself fall Kinney. I would shed a tear to lose such a noble creature like you. A single tear, mind you, but a tear all the same. Still, if it is proven that I have indeed made the mistake of giving you too much credit, than I must remedy said mistake if it presents itself. If I were you, Brian Kinney, I would pray to whatever impotent god you worship that said day never comes. You believe your life is hell now? Imagine for a moment if a Black Cat crosses your path. Are you a superstitious man, Tyger? Do you believe in Lady Luck? Well I do, and she is a king and caring mistress… to those who know how to appease her wishes. Those who cross her learn the meaning of the phrase ‘hell hath no fury like a lady scorned’. Go ahead, Brian. Scorn me again. I dare you. ============================= ============ Act I: A Requiem Cat Tombstones. The modern take on what had once been glorified by ancient Greeks. Even know, awe inspiring busts of those long since past are heralded and proclaimed in museums all over the world. To die with honor in ancient Greece, was to be a hero and they made sure the world knew. Now a days… as he stood in the thick field of seemingly endless tombs, the world, it would seem, was more content to have faceless slabs of granite and marble chiseled with meaningless words. Faceless graves juxtaposed alongside one another in seemingly endless array. And for Jason Wheeler, he was surrounded by the only thing he truly and utterly feared. Mediocrity. It was his worst nightmare that one day he would indeed have to die. He, in his younger y ears, had tried to out run the cold hand of death. He thought of those in folk lore who had attempted the same thing (out running their destinies) only to realize the very essence of being heroic is one’s mortality. Those like Gilgamesh, Oedipus, and even his favorite, Count Dracula. They had all met their fate, no matter how hard, and how fast, they ran. One day, Jason Wheeler would ultimately meet the reaper and his long pondering of the ethereal reality of this world would be solved. He did not fear death in itself anymore. Far from it. What he feared was his name on one of thse tombstones. Just a name and nothing more. His name cast down to wallow in worthless mediocrity. Men like Greg Cherry and Damian Angel were bound to such a fate. But not him. Not Jason Wheeler. He was meant for more than this, and he would make sure he would get what he rightfully deserved in death. Like the legends and myths before him, he would indeed achieve immortality when the bell struck twelve in its final toll of his life. Where the life of Jason Wheeler ended, the legend would begin. He let his gloved hand run along the rough edges of one of the older tombstones. So old was it that the name had long since faded completely from it. Did anyone remember who lay festering below? Did anyone even care? No… of course not. The poor soul had achieved nothing in its time here. Now if one were to go to Memphis and visit Graceland… there would be no need to worry about the identity of who was buried there. The king that had once reigned had achieved his immortality and for the next millennia, he would be worshipped by all. And if some simple hick could do it, why couldn’t the hero of time? Demeter was near by, and had been for some time. Almost six months now since she was laid to rest. Heh, he though. Laid to rest, that’s a charitable way of putting it. She had been abandoned by the very family she had trusted. She had been betrayed by those she loved. And what made matters worse was that Jason Wheeler, in all his strength and skills, could do nothing about it. It frustrated him to no end and rightfully so. He moved to the neighboring tombstone of the nameless grave. That was where Demeter rested now. Wheeler adjusted his frock coat and ruffled shirt so he could kneel before her. He felt a lot worse about coming than he had when he had left his home. Wheeler: I did it, hun. He removed the golden object draped around his waist, though concealed by his coat. It was a mixture of leather and plate gold. To the common observer, it was something to behold (but what wasn’t when it came to Jason Wheeler), but unless one knew the significance of said item, it would be disregarded as nothing special. Of course, it was the SCW Championship, and the name plate was inscribed with the Black Cat’s name. Why not? He had won it, beating the best superstars all over SCW. He had proven that the time of Jason Wheeler had not been a fluke, and once more he stood at the throne of his kingdom. But now he stood without his queen. It was a hollow existence indeed. Krystal had betrayed him. Gathered his trust and then blew the whistle on him, just when he was set to challenge for the SCW title. The police had shown up and what would become a year long court case made it impossible for him to capture the SCW title until he returned, but by that time, Demeter was gone. Wheeler: I’m sorry Demi. I tried… I really did. I just… I wasn’t fast enough/ He set the title belt in the damp soil. He wanted to cry but he refused to in public. Last thing he wanted to see was his face plastered in tears. He was already plastered as a criminal. Last thing he was going to give the leeches that handled the media was more ammunition. Wheeler: It isn’t worth it, Demeter. I will join you soon. The dogs of SCW can fight over what I leave behind, I care not. Voice: What a waste that would be. The voice made Wheeler jump, inside, but again, he steeled his will. Turning to the voice he saw the very entity of his misery. Krystal… How dare she even look at him with that face and those eyes. Her beauty, very much like Demeter only alive and passionate, had no place in his eyes now… or ever for what she had done to him. Wheeler: Get away from me. She sighed but did not move. Wheeler nearly surprised himself as his gloved hand reached down for a handful of dirt. He had every intention of making her wear a mud mask as soon as she took a few steps closer. Krystal: Jason, I need to talk to you. Wheeler: I think you have said enough when brought the damn cops. Krystal: I did what my family wanted. Wheeler: You killed your own sister, and don’t you dare tell me it was because of what your psychotic family driving you. You never do anything unless you wanted it for yourself. Krystal: Well… why should you continue to pine over my dead sister. You deserve a real woman who will be more to you than Kiera ever was. Wheeler: I strongly suggest you leave me in peace, before you get a very unpleasant awakening. Krystal: How can you say no to me? I look just like her. We are exactly alike. She took a step forward… and Wheeler let the dirt and dust fly. It found its mark right into her lovely eyes. She recoiled with a scream that could have pierced glass. She turned back to him, her once make up perfection now smeared all over the place. Krystal: You psycho son of a - - Wheeler: You are nothing like Demeter. Krystal: I’m alive and she isn’t, so I guess there is some truth in that. Wheeler: Well I can remedy that if you feel more comfortable in hell. Krystal: Not before you. Wheeler: You want another helping? He emphasized his point, filling his gloved hand once more with damp dirt. Krystal: Jason. I love you. Why can’t you let her go? I did what I did for us. Wheeler: No, you did what you did to get what you wanted. What you fail to realize is that you can never get what you want. Krystal: But why not? Wheeler: I have only let myself love one woman, and you were not her. Krystal: I could be. Wheeler: You may look like my Demeter… He looked back to the tombstone bearing his lover’s full name before turning back to her demented sister. Wheeler: But I wouldn’t touch you even if you were set aflame and I was the only one around to put you out. Now leave me alone. He turned back to the tombstone. He heard as he looked upon his love’s grave the distinct sound of a purse opening and the pulling back of a gun hammer. He knew what was behind him. Wheeler: If you are going to pull the trigger, just get it over with. I will never love you in this life. Krystal: Don’t think I couldn’t do it. Wheeler: You were jealous of everything she had… including me. You have no idea how much you and your family has made me suffer. You may as well finish the job. Krystal: Just say that you don’t love her and you can love me. Wheeler sighed, his face falling to look down at the dirt that seemed to cry out for his blood to reunite him with his soul mate. Wheeler: Krystal… Krystal: What? Wheeler: I love Demeter. He never heard the bang nor did he feel the bullet as it pierced through his brain. He only felt that which he had been feeling for months… Numbness. ------------------------------- ---------------------- Jason’s eyes shot open and his heart finally started slowing down to a rate he could no longer hear it pounding. Damn dreams. He was really getting tired of seeing his own death again and again. It was getting more monotonous then a CPR match. He sat up to rub his temples. Maybe he needed to see a shrink. Maybe he needed to get his head examined. The first sane thought that passed through his head was to look at Demeter. Sadly, he knew that despite his best efforts, nothing had changed. At this rate, nothing was going to change anytime soon. The dream wasn’t about Demeter though, but rather a warning of what could happen if he trusted Demi’s younger sister, Krystal. She was not Demeter. She could not be trusted. No member of Demi’s family could be. The phone rang, catching the Hero of Time’s attention. He had it in his hand before there was a second ring. Wheeler: Yeah? The voice was soft yet semi tempered with age. He recognized it immediately. Meghan: Mr. Wheeler? Wheeler: Yes, Meg, what is it? Meghan: Someone is asking to see you. Wheeler: Heh, why should today be any different? Who is it? Meghan: I don’t know, but she looks Ms. Demeter. Wheeler sighed, knowing only one person who could fit that description. Krystal. He immediately thought of the dream and the ramifications of said dream if the events were allowed to come to pass. He didn’t have to think long about what to do here. Wheeler: Tell her I don’t want any company right now. Meghan: Sir… She said it is important. Wheeler: Well take a message. I don’t want to see her. Meghan: Well what am I supposed to tell her. Wheeler: Tell her anything. I don’t care, just make sure she does not come up here. Meghan: Alright. Whatever you want, Mr. Wheeler. Wheeler: Thank you, Meghan. He hung up with authority. Rubbing his temples, Wheeler found himself wondering how the bloody hell things had gotten to where they were now. SCW wasn’t looking so good either. His plan to make Kinney his tag team partner had backfired, and now, he had a tag team match with the very man who had disrespected him so shamelessly. Wheeler could not even begin to guess how this was going to play out. Sadly, Wheeler had a feeling it was not going to go well. Not at all… |
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| Mysterious Trio | May 8 2008, 08:50 PM Post #4 |
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Tom Tulopo was hardly ecstatic after his victory on Hostility. He had defeated Weasel. But he was nothing. He was a mere peon. A nothing. A waste of space. And he did not bring that mean streak. This disappointed Violet. Tulopo more or less remained stoic. His inability to talk made it difficult to express joy over something so insignificant in the end of it all. But Violet was able to talk…but she wanted more. She wanted more blood. She wanted more violence. And she did NOT get it at Hostility. But this didn’t stop her. Violet and her troops would return to the hotel and Terror and Tulopo would stay in their rooms. Violet would take this opportunity to sneak into her room. Violet entered her hotel room, locking the door behind her and adding the latch just to ensure her privacy. But the locking was not out of security. Hardly. She knew she could handle herself if need be and while beautiful, Violet knew she was not going to find herself on the wrong end of some weird souls unit between her legs. Violet had locked the door for the simple reason. She was going to watch her favourite film series, Saw. Now while this is hardly anything special for most people. Violet enjoyed the series for the simple reason of the pleasure she extracted from just watching the weird concoctions of the Jigsaw Killer. She’d have laughing fits and would sit back against the headboard of her bed, enjoying it probably far too much. And it was just the bit of help she needed to help her get over her blood lust for the time being. -------- So this week on Hostility, we now have a wonderful new challenge ahead of us. But it isn’t one that I really am looking forward to. In fact, I, Terror and Tulopo seemingly don’t care too much about the match. And this is for one simple reason. There won’t be any blood. I hate to sound like a broken record but the fact of the matter is that this match will be the same boring thing. We go to the ring. We have a match. Someone wins and someone loses. But there is nothing new. There isn’t anything in flux. There won’t be any blood. Any true pain. Any true hatred between everyone. This is just a random match for the guys in the front office to see if our Tag Team Champions actually can work together. But best of all, it’s non-title. No harm. No foul. What’s the point of forcing them to team if you don’t even put the gun to their head. Regardless, I don’t do the booking around here. I just come to the ring and watch the matches of my clients….and I’ll tell you this. We want more. But then again, this doesn’t necessarily mean the match will be void of this pain and punishment. In fact, nothing prevents it. We may see Brian Kinney and Jason Wheeler go at it and beat each other to hell and back. Maybe they’ll give me the high I hope to get. But even so, after the match, SCW may be regretting putting this match together. I mean, you have two of the most sadistic individuals going at it. You have two people who will cause pain for any damn good reason including if they just feel like it. And SCW may regret this match because worst-case scenario, Wheeler and Kinney may be put out of action. What does that mean? No more Tag Champs. No more US Champ. No more World Champ. It’s a hell of a gamble too. And this is the power that the Mysterious Trio holds. This is the power that I hold, that Terror holds and that Tulopo holds. Wheeler and Kinney may be acclaimed in the ring. They may be two of the greatest wrestlers in SCW history. But they have everything to lose and their greatest enemies at the moment seemingly are themselves. We, however, are a decisive unit and we have nothing to lose. What happens if we lose? NOTHING. What happens if we win? People notice. What happens if we dominate? SCW loses their meal ticket. It’s interesting. And well, we’ll see if they can control us. Weasel couldn’t. Evans couldn’t. Dillusion and Speed hardly could. And they claimed to be extreme. What about Kinney and Wheeler? Are they extreme? I don’t know. Are they going to be able to deal with our sadistic ways? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I don’t think so. Tomorrow….Hostility is going to have a new meaning and it will symbolize the end of SCW’s top three titles. |
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| Simply Divine | May 8 2008, 10:52 PM Post #5 |
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