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| Darren Drake vs. Thirteen | |
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| Topic Started: Oct 10 2011, 12:46 PM (164 Views) | |
| Kassie Khane | Oct 10 2011, 12:46 PM Post #1 |
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SCW Presents... Breakdown Oct 19,2011, Featuring; Darren Drake vs. Thirteen RP Limit: 1 RP per person. 2 RP per team (1 per team member) Deadline: Noon EST Tuesday October 18, 2011 ~~ Good Luck Everyone!~~ |
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| Darren Drake | Oct 18 2011, 08:57 AM Post #2 |
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I'm Special
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My body tells me no But I won't quit Cause I want more Cause I want more My body tells me no But I won't quit Cause I want more Cause I want more My Body Young the Giant We all have the reasons for the things we do. We try and convince ourselves that our actions are noble and justified, but thats only because we know the truth. The truth is we are selfish, and for some that character trait is hard to mask. We are too busy looking at others to realize our own faults and flaws. We live a selfish life, thinking only of ourselves each and every day. But of course its not our fault, we were raised this way. Look at the movies; television, your relationships in your everyday life. The world tells you to put yourself ahead of everything. Take care of yourself; you are number one after all. If we admit to our selfish ways we could embrace it as a simple truth. If you admit your faults you can rise above them and maintain your youth. Human nature is strange. It is something we still dont understand. However, its not something to be ashamed of but something to embrace and command. Dont deny your own feelings but embrace strengths and weaknesses alike. By understanding your mind; only then can you reach new heights. -- Sharper: What is this! Thirteen just- He just turned against his own partner! I cant believe this! Kayl: I guess we see who was more united. What was he thinking? The real question is... Was he even thinking? The answer is probably no. Perhaps James got a little bit impatient waiting on the apron. It seemed like it was an eternity away, when in fact it was only a few inches. I saw the look of disappointment in his eyes. James was giving up on this match... he was giving up on me. I suppose I shouldnt blame him after what we were up against. With our backs to the wall, the brothers had us exactly where they wanted. Riddick had the words of Mr. D. ringing in the back of his mind. All he had to do was win the match and a title shot would be considered. Sure enough Adam gets his wish at Apocalypse, but maybe not in the environment he would have liked. Although he does get a title shot, certain elements are also present, Savior and Thirteen. - Im floating high above the sky... untouchable really. Im on the wings of a dove. It sores over the tall buildings with ease and grace. Finally the wind begins to pick up. I am holding on for dear life as the dove battles the strong air ahead. My grip on his neck loosens; he begins to scream like a seagull. The caws get louder as I slip a little more. I lose control, as does the dove. We begin to fall together, crashing down into a pile of leaves. The pile was deceiving, and there seems to be a lot more leaves than anticipated. I scramble and fight my way through the leaves. But my leg is caught on something. I kick it... and kick it again. There is nothing left to do but wait for help. My eyes shoot open as I grip tight on my pillow. I search about the room, but it would appear that I am alone. Ofcourse I was alone, this was the hotel. I tossed the covers aside and rest my elbows behind me, forcing myself to sit up. The clock shines a bright 6:25am in my face. I overslept. It was hard to get back into a routine of waking up early and hitting the gym. I was getting used to the sleeping in. I enjoyed breakfast for my wife, and walking my daughter to the bus. But all good things come to an end. I was back to work afterall. I had been given the time off to recover from the cold. It sprung up on me before the Adrenaline Showcase match. It felt as though my throat was closing in, and began to sweat. I knew it wasnt all nerves and I was granted the time off to recover. Still, in that time I had gotten used to the idea of Stay at home dad. I did all the housework while my wife went off to work. It was a change I wasnt fond of at first, but it kinda grew on me. Fuckin right eh? Pardon my French, but really? Is this the game you want to play, James? I think it was a stupid move on your part, I mean afterall you dont have many friends here as it is. You almost need all the alliances you can get. But you fucked me, and that wasnt a very good move. You see, here in SCW people do a lot of crazy things. Ive seen men do high risk moves off ladders; they create drama just to get their name out there. But I have yet to listen to your explanation as to why. Its not like it makes much difference now, whats done is done. So perhaps now we should move on from this. I see that after me, you get a little reward in the shape of a title shot. Deserving perhaps but at the same time I could name a number of other people who would die to be in your position. Now I suppose youd key this little rant as a jealous outcry, but you would be mistaken. I dont want the US championship; instead Im sticking in the Adrenaline division. You do remember that dont you. Trace back a few months, you were in my position. I thought about the last few months. The time had gone by so quick; I remember Taking Hold of the Flame like it was yesterday. I remember the Rise to Greatness preshow. It had been a few months but the time was moving so quickly, it was almost hard to keep track. I get up from the bed, sliding my feet into the slippers positioned at the backside. I rub the sleep from my eyes as I move into the hotel bathroom. I flick on the light switch but hide my eyes from the blinding florescent. Out of habit, I blink a few times to let my eyes adjust. I catch sight of the large mirror mounted on the wall. Taking a good hard look, I remember a younger more vibrant image of self. Maybe Im wrong though, you were never in my position. Unlike you, I didnt waltz into the company with a chip on my shoulder. I never put make-up under my eyes to gain the attention of all the misfits of the world. I didnt go around and belittle my opponents just to make a better point. You see, the truth is... I am nothing like you James. I wish that perhaps in my youth we could have met. I would have so much more to say to you. The problem is now, its too late. See, whatever I tell you wont even register. In one ear, out the other as they say... so whats the point in trying to correct the error of your ways. Why bother letting you in on lifes little secrets, because infact youll probably take my advice and toss it aside. I dont have much to offer you, but experience might be my only edge going into our match. The mirror laughs at me as I peel back my eye lids to reveal the red lines. I havent been sleeping much, it was apparent. But when you reach a certain age, sleep kinda falls by the waste side. It wasnt because it didnt want to sleep. It wasnt even about the constant nightmare of me falling off something. Its a funny case of being too busy. I used to laugh at those people who were always moving around. Equipped with bed head and bad BO theyd say, Im far too busy to sleep these days! Ofcourse theyd be wired off Starbucks, scrambling to make deadlines and praying for a moments rest. I never thought Id be one of those people. Not in my wildest dreams did I imagine a life of just that.... Starbucks and deadlines. The mirror didnt lie to me when I asked for the clear image of myself. Here I was just as pathetic as SCW remembers. Even with my experience, I lack knowledge in select areas. Take the SCW for example. I spent many years here, a few as a wrestler; a few as a manager and a few as a backstage set up guy. For the last 10 years, my life revolved around SCW. So, if there is one thing I know its this company. People like you James, dont get far. Your bad attitude and overall persona disgusts me. I dont have many enemies, and I pride my life around being the good guy. Romans 12:9 "Love must be sincere. Hate what is evil; cling to what is good", God also says, Love thy neighbour. But its a hard concept to grasp. There is no instruction manual in the bible. There is nothing that tells you, following the verses is just as hard as understanding their meanings. I cling to what is good in life, all relationships are healthy. I avoid people like you James, because I dont have time to correct your ways. I see you as a stubborn ass in the middle of a desert. I wouldnt dare to move because that would jeopardise your reputation. After all, arent we all just egos and reputation. I can see the person that you are Thirteen, and it almost makes me sick. Turning you back on your tag team partner is just a small wrongdoing. Your entire career is nothing but wrong doings. I cant help but think about my own life. Who am I to judge James? If only they knew about the gambling. If only forgiveness was easier to obtain. Taking the washcloth in my hands, I turn on the water. It heats up instantly so I slide the washcloth through the hot water. It burns my hands a bit getting a small wince out of me. I wring it out before placing the cloth to my face. I relax my neck, letting the steam race up my nostrils. It took a heated cloth or the gentle touch of my wife to send me into instant relaxation mode. She was right about me being too tense. Sometimes though, it feels like the world is on your shoulders. I used to hate people who said that. I mean really, the world on your shoulders? One load of horseshit. Imagine the world actually on your shoulders. The poverty, the sickness....and the worlds problems rolled up onto your shoulders. But whatever, its just a saying right? But it was times like these I was the most stressed out. When I had to leave my family for another week and head off to another city/state for work. Ive been doing this along time James, and the truth is, your no different. You are just like all the young kids these days. I see that chip on your shoulder, and your hatred for everything in this world. I get it... trust me I do. But where do you go from there? You can only be angry for so long before you wake up one day and realize you were wrong. The people that you thought were your friends really werent. You would desperately search for new friends, but find little common ground between yourself and others. I was there James! Infact, I hated the world more than you do now. People sucked, Places sucked... fuck I even hated myself when no one was around. But then I woke up, and realized whats the point? People are people... they arent easy to change. Once someone has their mind made up about something, how can you change it? Who am I to change you? You live and learn, making mistakes along the way. The biggest mistake youve made was turning on me. I could have been your friend. I would have had your back at any point. I see the diamond in the rough, and perhaps Im not the only one. You get a title shot this weekend and for whatever reason I believe you could win. But as for tonight, you might not be so lucky. You face three other men this weekend, with different styles and backgrounds. I am your first little challenge even if you dont take me as that. I am coming after you James. You screwed me last week, and now its my turn to get even. I dont care if you dont like me, you will respect me. Infact, I am going to make you respect me. Have a good weekend James, well see you at Breakdown. I peel the cloth over my face again end |
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| Ruppy | Oct 18 2011, 09:06 AM Post #3 |
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That Caring, Creative Soul Sitting In the Corner
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OOC: Ugh... I apologize for this, but once again I couldn't find the creative energy to put together anything spectacular for this Breakdown. Part of the reason this time is, once again, college projects that require my full creative flow, and another part of the problem this time is that I was focusing too much on the U.S. Title match at Under Attack that I spend all my creative energy working on my RP for that (though on the bright side, it's mostly done and I may potentially be able to get a second one up for the PPV if I keep this up) and until this morning when I double-checked I completely forgot I had a match for Breakdown, so I threw this together in hopes it would work. It's not the greatest thing in the world, I'll admit that, but at least it's something. The small CD in this RP is merely meant to try and get my 'present-day story' caught up for what I'm working on for Under Attack, since I'm behind in that after failing to include a CD for my last match. In any case, I apologize again, and I promise everyone a much better showing from me for Under Attack. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ September 21, 2011 James slowly left the TD Garden rubbing his ribcage. Hed had a rough encounter with Savior to start the show and had eaten a spear, a move he hadnt felt in over a year, but had somehow managed to knock Savior out of commission enough so they could pin each other, which was something you very rarely see in wrestling. His ribs were sore, but he James knew the pain would pass before his next match. As James stepped outside, he found his sister Kelly waiting for him as he approached her. I can tell from the way youre holding your ribs that you havent taken a spear in some time. The pain will pass Kelly. Christian has a hard spear, but Ive taken plenty of those in my time in this business. Kelly nods as the two begin walking to James hotel room here in Boston so they could rest for the evening, James in particular since hed gone through a hell of a match tonight. More than likely Ill end up on the next Breakdown card in about two weeks. Guess where that ones taking place? Where? New York City. Kelly slowly nods, understanding what this means to the both of them. Well be going home And for both of us, this is perfect for what were both looking for to help ourselves [align=center]------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------[/align] Im sure many people are curious as to why I did what I did last Breakdown, when I turned on Darren Drake and left him all alone to be picked apart by Savior and Riddick. If you recall, I made it very clear that I didnt want to team with Drake, nor did I need him to take care of the two men we faced on that night. I told him to just stay out of my way, but he insisted on taking part in the match. Well Darren, be careful what you wish for. I granted you that wish, and in turn I also used you as a pawn in my plans. Think about this: Adam Riddick is a hypocrite who claims that he competes fairly and with honor while his brother Christian Savior claims to be a man trying to change himself for the better so he can try and forever be rid of the sins from his past. Did either of them prove that on the last Breakdown? Absolutely not even when I walked out, they continued to compete and used the advantage I gave them to win the match. If Riddick was truly a man of honor if Savior had truly changed they wouldnt have continued the match at the expense of a poor soul that had no right to be in that ring to begin with. Either they wouldve figured out a way to make it fair, such as pursuing me and returning me to the ring so I would have to continue to take part, or they wouldve had the match thrown out. What happened shows me that both men are not what they say they are, and the greed in their eyes will ultimately undo everything theyve worked so hard to gain. I could address Savior and Riddick about the decisions they made and continue to see what I can do to show them how pathetic they truly are, but then youd feel left out wouldnt you Darren? I mean, after I left you high and dry last Breakdown you were all too eager to demand a match with me to try and pay me back for my actions. Do you not remember the end result of our last encounter Darren? If I recall correctly, I defeated you and kept your losing streak intact. What makes you believe that the outcome will be any different this time? In case you havent noticed, the outcome of the main event from the recent edition of Friday Night Ammo, the same show I defeated you on a few months ago, has worked out in my favor and brought me into a title situation whereas you continue to be irrelevant in the grand scheme of things here in SCW. And now, you get to be my pawn once again as I use you as an example to send a message to not only Riddick and Savior, but James Evans as well. You get to feel an example of the punishment Im going to bring upon all of them at Under Attack. You see Darren, I told Riddick time and time again that actions speak louder than words, and certain actions will always have a greater volume than others. He didnt believe me when I told him that despite all the facts being in my favor, and now hes still under the delusion that I cant beat him when I could truthfully do so at anytime. Its a shame that I have to prove that against you this upcoming Breakdown Darren, but apparently youre either deaf or dumb because you failed to listen when I told you I didnt want you as my partner two weeks ago. As a result, I now get to punish you for your disobedience while still using you as my puppet to show three certain individuals what they can expect when they stand in the ring with me in our nations capitol this Sunday night. Darren, was it really worth it to try and get some payback against me? Was it really worth it to present yourself as my pawn for the second Breakdown in a row? If I were you, I wouldve heeded my warnings last time. Hell, if I were you Id have long since left SCW to save myself further embarrassment. But since youve chosen to do neither of these things, I get to have a warm-up for Under Attack at your expense, and believe me when I say that trying to somehow defeat me is the least of your worries. Youre much better off either getting yourself counted out as you run for dear life, or just trying to survive as I perform a technical exhibition that is going to seem tame compared to what Im going to do at Under Attack, and yet will still see you carted off in a stretcher as EMTs try desperately to figure out the puzzle Im going to make out of you. Face the facts Darren: youve never stood a chance against me, and Breakdown is just going to see you put your career in danger just because youre upset about me using you to get further into the heads of Savior and Riddick. Itll be a shame that Ill be giving up a pawn just because you dont want to continue being used as one, but even in chess the pawns must be sacrificed in order to be able to let your better pieces win the game for you. Youve outlived your usefulness to me Darren, so now its time for you to be taken out of the game so I can shift my focus to something that is far more important than youll ever be, and thats the opportunity currently lying before me at Under Attack this Sunday. Dont worry, though Im sure youll find something youre actually good at once I close the book on your pitiful SCW career just to make a statement to the three men I will overcome this Sunday to become the new SCW United States Champion. |
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