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Kraven Blake vs. Riot vs. River Angelus; May 20, 2011
Topic Started: May 4 2011, 05:27 PM (313 Views)
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Kraven Blake vs. Riot vs. River Angelus

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Deadline: Noon EST Thursday, May 19, 2011
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Ok, this is my first got the other two planned and ready. good luck to both the other newbies :)

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Part one (A tale of no sale)

“A rose by any other name would still be a rose... really that’s not true the properties of languages and perception is born upon the labels we in place upon an item. So if a rose was named a tortoise it would be a tortoise by name and tortoise by properties... head fuck I know, really Shakespeare had it wrong all this time... are you getting this?” River says to the confused child in the middle of the book store. The child takes a look at the book which River is holding out and a look at a book with the picture of a truck on the front and inside of his little head the clogs begin to turn the child has a important choice take a book from a strange man who is talking gibberish or a book where the tracker helps build a farm, cleverly the child throws the book and crying for his mother.
River stands up and looks across the book store for his next potential sale, River has been in this book store for the past 7 hours talking to the customers to the annoyance of the staff, but River’s belief that he can sell anything to anyone has kept his perseverance up. This is River’s present to the national public he will make America as open to culture as his home. River spies his next potential sale a older woman holding a copy of Harry Potter and he smiles as he walks towards the woman. “Did you know that wizards is a newish concept because in reality because of the male centric universe they didn’t want to be known as what they really are just male witches... truely you look like a smart woman you have survived many a year, why not read something like Hemmingway or Connor something with a little merit and not made pandering to the mechanic commercial wheel”
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“I’m buying this for my grandson.... I don’t think a 4 year old cares about a mechanic commercial wheel” The woman replies to River

“Well” a clearly confused River lets out.” I just saw a kid with a tractor book he may like that” River sheepishly walks away and begins to look at his pile of books and opens up the top one The balance of emotions and relationships The book doesn’t register with River though he is pretending once more to be inconspicuous and badly failing the book has the picture of a cupcake on front with a lily to it’s side. River has inevitably took a female self help guide as his pretend reading.

The stores clock hits the 5 o clock mark meaning that River’s strange self imposed mission is nearing it’s end and certain failure seems imminent. River Puts down the fake reading which over the pasdt hour has seemed to sink in slightly as he now understands the true feminist lesson of “all men are bastards and be It known that it’s a woman’s world and the sisters must unite to rid the earth of the male imposed social norms and rules”. River Is now a changed man... well for the next few minutes before he forgets this and starts thinking of more important tasks as “where did I leave the car?”. “what does my car look like again?...”Do I own a car?” River walks over to the sales desk and asks for a synopsis of the days sales, the young girl stairs at him confused to which River replies with a similar confused face trying his best to mirror hers. “I’m sorry sir, but I think it be best if you leave” The girl says with a scared look on her face”.

“how old are you?” River asks calmly

“19” the girl replies

“And you don’t know who I am?” River asks almost pleading for some recognition

“I’m sorry , but sir we are closing soon”

“I'm a well known” River pleads to the girl, “don't you remember me from such films as finding the great one, last of the mast pieces... Angels on the floor”

The woman replies by looking at River trying to see if she does actually know him and then she nods her head and looks star struck. River starts nodding his head and smirking.
“Weren’t you in that classic film American pie.....” A now disgusted River looks back at her and shakes his head.

“why would I be in such shit, teen movies are for actors who can't do serious roles, I'm a true thespian and i won't do anything beneath” River replies looking proud of himself.
“Weren’t you in Space Destruction, that movie about blowing up the moon to stop the Martians from firing rockets from it.....” River puts his head down and loses the smile from his face

“Yes” River answers meekly and walks to leave the shop but now the young woman stops him

“I love that movie it's my all time favourite me and my boyfriend actually slash that ex boyfriend used to watch it all the time” River smiles at the answer hiding his obvious disgust at the girl only liking the movie which he hated the most in his whole career. River looks past this small fact and beings to show his smile which in turn the young woman smiles back.

“So you finish at 6 how about you show me around this town, I’m here on business as you can see from my business pants...” River points to his jeans and the young woman looks confused

“Huh” The girl says

“oh shit I forgot, I was meant to pull out a business card when I said that. Anyway I’m performing currently as a wrestler to try and get this company in to the big time, how about you show me around and I get you tickets” The girl looks puzzled and then puts her finger on a button

“Security” The young woman says “Security” River smirks.

“Woman these days always thinking the worst, alright I’ll leave but just remember you scared off a rich actor who could have made you famous”. A River who has had his pride shook leaves the store and takes out his phone and types in a number and a voice comes from the other end. “Hey brother” River says

“I guess no luck” The other voices says

“No Dave, she seems preoccupied with the whole book culture, even my acting as some kind of literacyphile didn’t get her to change her mind... I guess you won the bet” River says

“Yeah, I told you girls these days don’t care how rich or famous you are, it’s all aesthetic and youth I’ll try tomorrow, double or nothing ok?”

“Ok” River replies

“Remember River you need to be at the arena to do the speaking part of that job” Dave says

“Yeah I know, whatever I don’t even care that much I will say it on the fly just get the pictures ready” River says

“Sure, I’ve done my job go ahead and do yours”

Part 2 (speaking from the head)

Freaks and animals begins the lights turn off and start flickering randomly in different sections of the crowd. once "we shan't disappoint, they've paid for a scene" hits the spotlight hits the curtain and River emerges looking full of confidence and smirks as he looks out over the crowd nodding his head to the admiration and hatred of the crowd. The Song then hits the phrase "Joins us inside" And the pyrotechnics fire off at both sides of the walkway and River begins walking down to the ring talking to the people as he walks down to the ring and then rolls under the rope and stares out to the fans to a mixture of cheers and boos. River Smirks as he takes a microphone and starts speaking out to the people. “It’s been a long time since I did this, really it’s a weird experience having to stand in front of so many people and explain the reasoning behind why I picked this time to return to a sport where I was overlooked and not respected... the truth is really it isn’t about regaining some kind of standing... this is about change, this is about moving away from the basic cowboys and Indians style which has plagued this sport. It’s a change to the true psychological battlefield in which you don’t just lose a battle of strength you lose the will to battle on. Modern gladiators shouldn’t have to rely on pure strength they should have to rely on their ability to understand their enemy, know what their weakness is and how to truly exploit it, I believe they should have to be qualified to at least batchers before they can fight... anyway you are not here to hear me talk business you want to hear me talk about the match...well here we go” River stops speaking and runs his hand and points towards the titantron where a image of Riot appears

River beings to speak “Oh so skeltor is back... you seem to see this guy everywhere and it never ceases to amaze me how each of these are so similar. But apparently this guy is fast, really a small brittle guy who is fast if there was any drag queens here there could be a good hour of entertainment and not so friendly ripping. Anyway to the matter at hand how do you beat someone who you can’t look in to their eyes... well the question that is posed how do people who have their vision impaired by a mask think they can fight to 100%, is it like a horse with blinkers it is there to stop them getting frightened to stop them from seeing how many people out there waiting for them to fail miserably... Well even if this speed is something to be lauded over it doesn’t help if you can’t see the fist that is coming right at your temple. Also this kid is only 23 or something isn’t that a little young to be hiding the onsault of repressed memories that the typical masked figure has. Also this whole following around the company like a circus performer thing is pretty pathetic can someone not handle money, does someone like to buy the odd dress too many and parade around like they have some self respect, truly I feel sorry for you kid, you have a great job and money but you squander it... grow up drop the mask, Drop the boring mystery and be a man not a boy playing superheroes”. River stops speaking and signals to change the picture and now becomes Kraven Blake on the screen wearing his assassins outfit.

River smirks as he starts to speak “Oh wow, this is ironic number two mystery men... am I in a bad episode of a Japanese TV show is one of these guys going to jump out on a bike to explosions behind. What is with the mystery shit and dressing up is it a 20’s thing these days you hit 20 and you have to dress like some computer character. I think I summed it up best when I was watching kill bill.... why doesn’t the world just end... logic and taste have become a top shelf magazine and the humanity has became little kids interested in what they want to see but too scared to try and obtain. Anyway back to this guy 21 by the name of err Kraven like a breakfast cereal and Blake which I think means big lake so is he a mascot for some breakfast cereal you can eat from a lake. Ok now lets go on to what little information which is out about this guy... well apparently he is sadistic like 90% of the entire population of the wrestling community. It doesn’t scare anyone if you act in the hyper typical sadistic way it doesn’t have any effect if you want to scare people start acting like the true villains the female leads in romantic comedies... they always want to entrap the poor man till he works his whole life and dies knowing this woman has used him as a slave. If you want to scare someone run in to the ring shouting “you had me from hello” and run around coyly. Well anyway lets get away from the horror of true fear and get back to this guy. Let’s play define the name with this Kravens nicknames. First we have The raven which kinda makes sense a creature who steals food and goes through bins and eats about anything and they are famed to be better at problem solving then some chimps... so he is smarter than a chimp and they apparently like to drug themselves... hmm so a drugged up bin eater who is at least smarter than a chimp... it’s saying a lot isn’t it, now next The Divine Demon... a oxymoron if I ever seen one and even more Moron than oxy. Divine depicts the creation by the love of god, while a demon is born from the hatred of god.. so does this mean he is bipolar, so adding that to the list he is a Bi-polar bin eater who is at least as smart as a chimp. Finally The Angel of Death. I think he was called Michael who goes across all the major monotheism religions and here is where it gets less threatening he was the one who found against the demons in the first place.... so he is the synopsis of the sum of all the nicknames together a guy named Michael who is bi-polar and eats from bins while being stated as being more clever than a chimp... all this bad researching is annoying me so much can I just quit now and be done with these children, isn’t there some new cult out there to take them away”. River stops speaking as he asks to change the picture once more and this time it is both Kraven and Riot on the screen and he shakes his head.

River takes a deep breath and then begins to rant once more“Time for me to think of their possible retorts.... err you are a bad actor, you are not worthy of me...err you are old. Actually I can’t think of anything bad they can say which will get to me, hey come on I’ll give you ammunition I have had a divorce and my second wife died in a car crash with my son, oh is that dark enough for you, fuck you sad pieces of shit trying to believe death is a plausible gimmick to fight in a legitimate sport. If you ever have to hear the words of those close to you not being their anymore I really think you kids will change your tune, Death isn’t fun, it isn’t a joke it’s a harsh reality where we are all seconds away. If you want to keep playing the little death game the both of you, go ahead but just remember if you try and pull any of that funny shit, I’ll roll the final credits and the show will be over before you can even begin”. River throws the microphone on to the floor and rishloo’s freaks and animals begins to play and walks towards the ropes exiting the
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I think it's been well over a year since I last wrote as Riot, so I'm a little rusty but also trying something new with him. For those of you who read it, you'll see that everything is documented via a video camera so it's fair game should you want to talk about it. I had another way to RP as him, but I opted to give this a whirl and see how it goes. lol

Hope you enjoy, I certainly hope to enjoy getting back into a rhythm with him in the future.

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[align=center]THE FOLLOWING IS A ROLEPLAY BY KRAVEN BLAKE

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QUOTH THE RAVEN… NEVERMORE!



The scene opens with a leather glove being tightened over a hand. I adjusted the black suit that hung on my frame. First impressions were always important. It didn’t matter how nervous I was inside about what was to come. Instead, I went about my routine like it was any other day. But no matter how hard I had tried, i had been unsuccessful thinking about anything else other than the magnitude of my impending move to SCW, one of the largest leagues in the world when it came to professional wrestling. I could not quite take it all in, so I sighed into my gloves at the prospect, feeling a five o clock shadow. Ugh! I had forgotten to shave today.

Ah well. I eventually said out loud to myself. Was too late to fix it now. The limo was waiting for me. I really couldn’t afford a limo, but again, this was about first impression. If I had learned nothing else in my years in the professional wrestler circuit it was two things. One was the whole thing about first impressions. The other was something my dad had told me.

Know thy opponents was what he had said. Wait, back up. Before we get ahead of ourselves, we need to explain a little backstory here so that there is no confusion later on.

My name is Kraven Blake. I’m not what you would call a traditional professional wrestler. In the world that we live in of professional sports entertainment, I am what you would call an ‘insurance policy’. I take care of certain problems that others can’t take care of, for a nominal fee of course. Some would call me a problem solver… I prefer a more provocative title but more on that later.

I have always existed in professional wrestling. I probably could even justify the old rumor that I had actually been born in the ring, but who would care about that. No I was born outside of the country while my father, the second ‘The Raven’, was wrestling a few shows in Osaka, Japan. My grandfather on my dad’s side had been the first raven, but had handed it off to his son following his retirement from the sport. Now he lives in Florida playing golf and ogling the beach girls when he has the time. The Poe family has always been associated with the moniker of ‘The Raven’ and it was a tradition I was expected to carry on. However, though my calling had always been to the wrestling ring, I attempted to create my own path outside of the masked Raven, my destined alter-ego. My first attempts at Kraven the Raven were met with cynicism and hatred. As the years went by, wait hang on, I skipped again. Let me explain a bit further before we continue the story.

I didn’t know my father that well. While he was wrestling in the States, a now world famous wrestler, I can’t say his name due to the law agreement, performed an unsanctioned piledriver on my father. We Poes were never of the largest size so this superstar overpowered him and forced the piledriver, instantly breaking my father’s neck. He was dead before they even knew what happened to him. The superstar swears to this day that the move was agreed upon, remember this was before piledrivers became illegal in most major federations. He lies. I was there. I know exactly what happened. The superstar pitched the idea but my dad turned it down, but the superstar did it anyway. He killed my father and walked. I was only 9 years old.

I couldn’t take up the mantle of ‘The Raven’ after that. I became too bitter. To this day, I know I am not the Raven of my ancestors. They were fan favorites, and despite my love for this sport of kings, I am not the right person to be the Raven. So I took off from my family and its creed. I took the name of Venom Vain after Kraven the Raven didn’t work and became hated forevermore in that particular company until it folded. And yet, while my mother watched from afar, never criticizing my decisions, I eventually did the only thing I could. I legally changed my name from Poe to Blake. Hence, Kraven Blake was born. Most people didn’t associate me with the ‘Raven’ myth at first because I didn’t wear a mask. Instead, they saw me as something completely different. It wasn’t until last year that I was able to admit my ancestry and by then, the world had accepted me as Kraven Blake, The Fighter for Hire.

Which brings us back to where we started. The niche. Every successful wrestling superstar has had one. If they say they don’t, their full of shit or they aren’t that important. I found my niche a few months before I announced to the world of my heritage. Too often times it happens that certain wrestlers don’t want to face their opponent alone, or perhaps at all. That’s where I come in. I’m the guy they go to push off facing their opponent. My guarantee is simply to hurt you on behalf of my client. No victories assured, because let’s face it, shit happens. However, I can boast an almost undefeated streak in over a year, so my success rate is enough to make have me a very marketable enterprise.


I looked over to the mask in the small shrine I have in the corner. It’s something I made for my father. I don’t know honestly if he would be proud of what I do and the man that I portray. I’m not truly that man. Not really anyway. In real life, I am less confident, less sure, and a hell of a lot less volatile. The Fighter for Hire Kraven Blake, the one who calls himself the Angel of Death or the Demon Divine, it IS me, but with the volume turned way up. It’s like theater, acting a character.

I chuckle at that as I kneel down to the mask pressing my hands together. Acting a character is something someone like Angelus probably knows a lot about. Trouble is is that he already had made so many mistakes that… well suffice to say I was not the least bit interested in what he had to say.

Father, I said out loud. Oh, and if religious sort of things aren’t your cup of tea, just skip down. Believe me, I won’t get offended. This is more or less a behind the scenes look at the Fighter for Fire. The main footage is below. I am about to venture into a level of professional that you have never been. Grandfather sends you his love, as you know, and I… heh, I could really use your help today. I need you to guide my words. Help me know what to say. Help me make that first impression with the people as I cut my first promo in SCW as the FFH. Thank you.

Look you guys. I gotta get something off my chest here. Behind closed doors, Kraven Blake is a man. Something that other superstars try adamantly to avoid. There’s no fucking way I am going to pretend to be something I am not after hours. That’s just sad. My job is to be the Fighter For Hire, but it’s not my life. What we do, the things that we say and act. That’s a job. That’s entertainment. That’s real, but it ends when the show ends, otherwise it’s a damn felony. A guy can’t just go up to some other guy and hit him with a chair any old time. I’m not saying don’t do that if a situation calls for it, but chairshots happen more often in SCW than title changes *cough* Riding the Lightning *cough*. Some say you have to live and breathe the business to be successful. I say that’s a load. As you will see through the journey of Nirvana with yours truly, there are two sides to me. There’s the FFH and there is the real life me. You don’t like the second one just skip on down to when I portray my character. Alright, so we got that out of the way, let’s move on.

I rang the ceremonial bell over my father’s mask three times, a custom I learned while in Japan. In terms of religion, I am not getting into that yet. I don’t follow Christianity. The whole thing kind of doesn’t make sense to me, but we’ll get to that another time. I grabbed my comb, promising to fix my hair on the ride, and I ran down the stairs, leaping over two or three at a time. But before I opened the main door to stroll out, I took a few breaths to regulate my breathing. I live on the 12 th floor so it’s quite a run, but I can’t be just ‘Kraven Blake’ right now. The world is watching…

Raven…
Death…
The World Is A Hypocritical Place…
They Let Killers Walk Free…
They let the Weak suffer…
Don’t let yourself suffer…


I repeated such thoughts in my head, feeling myself become detached emotionally from my real life. That feeling came back to me. That sort of perverse cynicism of everyone and everything. The ends started to justify the means to a certain extent, and all that was important was the job, and the job needed new clients, which meant that examples needed to be made.


The Fighter For Hire was open for business. I pushed the door open, adjusting my collar with a single hand. The limo was there, the driver waiting patiently. Without so much as a word, I opened the back door and climbed in. He already knew the way. I paid good money for this service. There was some champagne chilled nearby. Just as I had asked for. It was opened, recently, the white mist still rising slowly out of it. It tasted delicious.

Driver I said on the intercom. Take the long way to the studio. I want to enjoy this. And enjoy it I did. By the time we reached the studio, I had a few glasses and was feeling pretty relaxed. Not that being buzzed was a problem for me. I could have been drunk off my ass and still constructed a more coherent and intelligent promo than Angelus or whatever he was called. I never had heard of him, and by the sounds of it, most people haven’t. Can anyone say ‘never was’? He isn’t even a has been, people. That’s unjust distinction implying that he once ‘WAS’ a somebody. As the driver opened my door, I handed him a twenty from my dragon clip of bills. It was bright today, so my shades came in handy. Plus, you know whatever, they make me look cool. I gripped the door, and it was sticky.

Where were these people raised? I said out loud, pulling it open. The waiting room and the people within it looked to me as I plowed through them. Waiting in line is for chumps. Not for someone like me. Despite the secretary’s whining that I can’t go in there, I did anyway, yanking open the door, this one was clean thankfully. I saw that the light for ‘shooting’ was off, so they were most likely waiting for me. I was a few minutes late for my shoot for taking the long way. Well there were ways to get around that. The world already knew of the Fighter For Hire. That was why I had been offered a contract with SCW. I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket and opened it just as I entered through the studio door.

No it’s not a problem. I’ll take care of it. I said into a dial tone. Consider it done. Just remember my fee. No, no problem. I can do this last thing before SCW swallows me up, heh. Yeah. They have a shit load of problems. Well that’s why they pay me the big bucks. That’s why I have unlimited access. The boss, herself, gave me unlimited access to anything I want… No, that’s just business, sir. Right. Ok good bye.’ I clicked off the cell phone. If every eye wasn’t on me when I first came in, it was now. They stared at me in their casual oversized shirts and baggy pants.

You’re late. came a voice. I turned to face it. It was some whiny Italian looking guy. He looked Italian but what do I know, I think there’s too many immigrants in America anyway. You were supposed to come in ten minutes ago.

Oh golly! A whole ten minutes? How could I be so thoughtless. I mocked him. Didn’t really want to because he was right, I was late, but like I said, the world was watching. In some places it didn’t matter but not today. You probably never heard of being ‘Fashionably late’, but there’s a reason that ‘late’ is part of the idea. He just sneered at that, muttering something under his breath as he turned from me. I actually thought about taking out some of my wire and strangling him in front of the cameras. Not killing him, because let’s face it, that would be dumb. Fun, but dumb. But I decided against it. Let the peon mutter under his breath like a damn fool.

So what do you want for this thing? He asked, standing by the camera.

This thing? I repeated, duplicating his dumb accent. Listen. I don’t know what poor Corleone rip off you came from, but this ‘thing’ is more important than whatever the hell you have going on that’s so pressing. You’re getting paid whether something gets made or not, so if I have any concern that you aren’t going to give me the quality that I deserve, then I am going to have you fired. And then I am going to find someone who would want to hire me to ‘solve their problem’ when their problem is you. What do you think? You think I can find someone like that? He gulped hard at that prospect. Idiot. He actually was buying it. They usually do but this guy clearly had a backbone of jelly. Probably was pissed off because his wife with the Buddha belly and the four huge moles on her face didn’t want to give him a lay before work. What I want is simply put black and white. I want to shoot this film noir. The only things I want that’s red is my rolex right here and the wine I’m going to pour. I rolled up my sleeve to show them the piece of hardware. Some guys were bling all over. I only need my Rolex. I want to see an old school French Café inside during the night. You have ten minutes. I snapped my fingers and walked across the room without looking at another soul. Make them realize that my word was law. It’s a charade, I admit it, but it’s a damn good one. Legendary even. Besides, there were a bunch of hot chicks waiting in that waiting room when I first came in. Yeah I didn’t mention it right away because let’s face it, it’s better now. Several of them looked up soon as I came back in. The secretary even smiled, fast change for someone who was just trying to chase me out about five minutes prior. Brunettes, blondes, redheads, even one chick with purple highlights.

No, no, no, no, no, no for now but gimme your phone number and we’ll talk, no, no, you, and the rest of you no. I rapid fired at each of them, selecting the one Brunette with the fierce eyes. Perfect for what I wanted. Come with me, I told her. Let’s see if you can fit into a dress.

She did… but before I fit into her. Yeah, went there. Had to. It was Legend – wait for it – dary.




The Chronicles of the Fighter For Hire
Episode I: New Digs

Our scene starts off with a hot little number in a low cut dress and we mean that both ways, sitting at a table inside a French Café. She purses her lips as the camera watches her take another drink from her champagne. She clutches at something in her hand and does so even harder when she is joined by a suit with no tie. This guy takes a drink from her glass.

FFH – You called?
Woman – Yes… they say you are the man who gets things done.
FFH – Well that all depends.
Woman – on what?
FFH – What you need to get done.

He winks at her. She tries not to act disgusted but she is. To her, this very well may be a joke at her expense. Nevertheless, she does not move, but slides what she clutches, now a wrinkled envelope towards the suit who picks it up with his hand. The red wine, the only source of color so far, ripples with red as he takes another drink of it.

FFH – What is this?
Woman – I need you to go there and take care of someone…
FFH – Well you called me, so I assume you know my policy regarding the extent of ‘taking care of someone’. They end up in the hospital. Not the morgue.
Woman – I understand.
FFH – Good.

He opens the envelope and takes out the photo, observing it.

FFH – Interesting.
Woman – Very. I can pay you well for it.
FFH – And so you shall. First half upfront, regardless of win or lose. Second once the job is done. I don’t get paid to win, you realize. I get paid to hurt, to cripple. Understand?
Woman – I do.

She hands this fellow a wad of cash that he flicks through with his thumb, listening to that sound.

FFH – Then we have an arrangement. Leave me your number and I will keep you updated. You will hear from me in forty eight hours.
Woman – Thank you so much.
FFH – Thanks for dinner by the way.
Woman – But I didn’t…
FFH – No but you’re going to.
Woman - … Of course.

She leave a few extra bills on the table and walks off. The suit meanwhile picks up the menu and peruses it at his leisure.

FFH – You know what the problem is with the wrestling world? Too many problems and not enough solutions. The shit disturbers, the pain in the asses, the cowards who run and hide, the champion who disqualifies himself to keep his title, the challenger who can’t be bothered to wait until his appointed title shot but needs to have it now. The cocky up and comer who needs to have his ego checked. That’s just a few but there is literally an army of them who are always trying to shit in the apple pie. SCW is ripe with them. But you know the funny thing is? There’s no one who exists that solves these problems. Until now.

He puts down the menu

FFH – Kraven Blake, Fighter For Hire. Never before has wrestling seen the likes of someone like me. I will fight any match you don’t have the balls to do yourself. Think of it as private security or perhaps even insurance policy. Either way, I will take to that ring and make your opponent think twice before challenging you again. You have the cash… I have your back. It’s as simple as that. But first SCW, a little demonstration. After all, who wants to buy a car before test driving it? No one, that’s who. That’s why on Ammo, I will be giving you a small taste of what you can expect from the Fighter for Hire as I take on not one but two other souls. The first is River Angelus, some two bit actor from some backwoods indy porno or something. You know what I liked about what you said, River? It’s that you can automatically tell the kind of man I am JUST by reading my blog. Legendary, my man. Legendary. Of course, you were way off on every aspect, but who cares. You read my blog. Demon Divinity an oxymoron you say? Well where do you think Demons came from? How about that one. Who wants to waste one’s time finding a ‘retort’ to get to you. You practically announced to the world that your wife and kid are dead or whatever. That’s not brave, that’s ‘Please Someone Pity Me Because I Have Tragedy’. Get over it. We don’t care about your private life, Hollywood. We want to see what you can do in the ring. Doesn’t matter if I’m fighting notorious womanizer Larry King or pure saint Mother Theresa, if the latter can kick serious ass in the ring then that’s all I need to care about. I run a business, sir. A business that deals in the harm of others. Do I take pride in my work, you better believe it. But the other half of that business comes from knowing your opponent’s in the ring and I know this… you are the weak link. There is no doubt about it. You are clearly more concerned with how you can withstand the barrage of mental insults that you forget that it doesn’t matter if your mind is as strong as steel. If your body can’t cash it, then you are gonna crash it. Simple as that. I don’t see Riot doing that, personally. What was that word you called him… oh right Brittle. You called him Brittle or something. I don’t know, I was in the middle of someone… I mean something!

He takes a drink and smiles, pointing to his choice while the waiter walks by.

FFH – But let’s assume for a moment that you are right and an actor can kick ass. I find that odd because you never claimed to be an action film star. I actually found one of your movies, Angelus. Yeah. Angels on the Floor. I found it at Wal-Mart in the 99 cent bin. The title’s kind of fitting, because at Ammo, Angel IS going to be on the Floor. But there’s no stunt man to take your bumps and all your monologue’s and acting training is nothing compared to the natural reaction of your body as it becomes racked with pain. Think of it as training, Angelus, because God knows if you were actually a good actor, you wouldn’t have to be an actor turned wrestler. You’d be just one or the other. Enough said. Back to Brittle Bones. Just kidding, Riot.

Another drink

FFH - Riot’s the kind of guy I like. I mean I could kick this guy’s ass or he could kick mine then afterwards we go out for a beer or something to wind down. A cool customer, this masked foe is. Riot, I salute you and your history in Majestic. Don’t ask me how I know you, because let’s just say I do my research. I also know that you are someone not to be trifled with. You dance with Zombies singing Thriller one moment, and then deliver a skull shattering victory the next. I’ve seen it. I know it. And I know to expect the unexpected with you. But I too have dealt with your type before. Win or Loss… doesn’t matter. What matters is the business at hand. That ring is my Billboard and the two of you are going to be my models. Combined, I am going to paint an all too clear picture of what comes when you employ the Fighter for Hire.

He takes another drink

FFH – But for the sake of being sporting, let me give you a little preview. It starts with a tapping, as if someone gently rapping. Rapping at your chamber door. Tis a visitor who comes to call. The hand of death and nothing more. Dare to open it you ignore for the mind is swift to avoid with discord. But while the rivers climb forever failing along the shore, shall the raven always quote… Nevermore!

He sits back and lets silence ensues for a moment.

FFH: Do you understand? Don’t worry. You will. And it’s going to be Legendary!
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My second and final RP for this match as I plan to post at least 1 for THoF. I had a lot of fun writing it, and I hope you enjoy reading it in its entirety should you choose to. If not, italic text near the bottom is the promo portion of the RP.

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