Post by drlove on May 1, 2007 22:37:56 GMT -6
OOC Note: This isn't a new RP. This is my most recent work from NOW, which was used in a match against Jason Ward. Just giving you all an idea of how I work...some feedback would be appreciated. Thanks, and enjoy.
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A young man sits on the edge of his bed, head in his hands. He slowly stands up. Turning to his bedrest, he walks over, pulling out the drawer. A rope rests inside, rolled up nicely.
The boy pulls the rope coil out from his drawer, pushing it shut again as he unravels the rope. He opens his bedroom door and walks out, shutting it behind him, the stereo still blaring loudly as he heads to his garage.
The boy shuts the garage door behind him so nobody can witness the action he is about to take, the music just loud enough that he can hear it from within the garage. The boy ties a knot in the rope and hangs it from a pipe in the ceiling. He sets a stool up under the rope and steps up on it, slipping his head through the loop in the rope. The boy swings his legs, knocking the stool out from under his feet as he lets out a sick gasp for air, probably the last he will ever make. The boy struggles for about a minute until finally, his life is gone.
~Scene Two~
Dr. Love walks into his locker room. Awaiting him is Craig Thompson, the inerviewer for the NOW. They greet each other, and Dr. Love takes a seat. The interviewer clears his throat as the cameras roll..
Thompson:
I'm standing by with the man whom many call the future of the wrestling industry, NOW superstar Dr. Love. Now Dr. Love, I just have to start off with the question...why did you interfere in the contract to glory match and attack Bando Phoenix almost one week ago?
Dr. Love:
Years ago, a boy living in Bellflower, California, killed himself while listening to the song "The Unforgiven" by Metallica. This man obviously had a troubled life and, by the day's end, didn't want to deal with it any longer. He put an end to it all. Something similar happened to me about a month ago, when I was attacked by Ramon, Inc. and taken out of the battle royal before I even had a chance to enter it. They thought I had nothing left, but they were wrong. I proved I had everything to gain and nothing to lose at our last show, when I shattered the dreams, and the skull, of Bando Phoenix. I gave Bando an option...throw the match, or face the consequences. I was even nice about it. I was more than willing to cooperate with Bando, but he wouldn't hold up his end of the bargain. So actions were taken into my own hands, and Bando Phoenix was taken out of the picture, which means that Dr. Love is finally back in the ball game!
Thompson:
But even with Bando Phoenix out of the picture, as you put it, who's to say Cliff Edge will choose you as the challenger for his title?
Dr. Love smiles.
Dr. Love:
What choice does he reall have? Honestly, who else makes a worthy challenger? David Phoenix? Jason Ward? Winston Peppors? The only real choice is Dr. Love. I've proved it before, and I'll prrove it again this week when I check Jason Ward's name off the list, permanently.
Thompson:
The list?
Dr. Love:
The possible contenders for the NOW Heavyweight title. With every opponent I face, another name is crossed off that list, eventually leaving only Dr. Love to face for the title.
Thompson:
You're sick!
Dr. Love:
Am I? Was Edison sick when he invented the lighbulb? Was Einstein sick when he announced his theory of relativity? I don't see brilliance as a sickness...I see it as a gift. Unfortunately for Jason Ward, and eventually Cliff Edge, my brilliance won't be a gift, but a curse. I will be the man to destroy all other competitors in my way, starting with Ward, and soon, I will be the NOW Heavyweight Champion!
Dr. Love stands up and turns to walk out the door, but he turns around and hits Craig with A Love Song, knocking him out cold. Dr. Love stands over him, a cold stare in his eyes as he flips his hair behind his ears and walks out of the room.
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"New blood joins this earth, and quickly he's sudbued...through constant pained disgrace, the young boy learns their rules. With time this child draws in, this whipping boy done wrong...deprived of all his thoughts, the young man struggles on and on, he's known...a vow unto his own, that never from thiis day, his will they'll take away..."
A young man sits on the edge of his bed, head in his hands. He slowly stands up. Turning to his bedrest, he walks over, pulling out the drawer. A rope rests inside, rolled up nicely.
"What I've felt, what I've known, never shined through in what I've shown. Never be, never see, won't see what might have been. What I've felt, what I've known, never shined through in what I've shown. Never free, never me...so I dub thee unforgiven."
The boy pulls the rope coil out from his drawer, pushing it shut again as he unravels the rope. He opens his bedroom door and walks out, shutting it behind him, the stereo still blaring loudly as he heads to his garage.
"They dedicate their lives, to running all of his...he tries to please them all, this bitter man he is. Throughout his life the shame, he battles constantly...this fight he cannot win, the tired man they see no longer cares. The old man then prepares, to die regretfully...the old man here is me..."
The boy shuts the garage door behind him so nobody can witness the action he is about to take, the music just loud enough that he can hear it from within the garage. The boy ties a knot in the rope and hangs it from a pipe in the ceiling. He sets a stool up under the rope and steps up on it, slipping his head through the loop in the rope. The boy swings his legs, knocking the stool out from under his feet as he lets out a sick gasp for air, probably the last he will ever make. The boy struggles for about a minute until finally, his life is gone.
"What I've felt, what I've known, never shined through in what I've shown. Never be, never see, won't see what might have been. What I've felt, what I've known, never shined through in what I've shown. Never free, never me...so I dub thee unforgiven."
~Scene Two~
Dr. Love walks into his locker room. Awaiting him is Craig Thompson, the inerviewer for the NOW. They greet each other, and Dr. Love takes a seat. The interviewer clears his throat as the cameras roll..
Thompson:
I'm standing by with the man whom many call the future of the wrestling industry, NOW superstar Dr. Love. Now Dr. Love, I just have to start off with the question...why did you interfere in the contract to glory match and attack Bando Phoenix almost one week ago?
Dr. Love:
Years ago, a boy living in Bellflower, California, killed himself while listening to the song "The Unforgiven" by Metallica. This man obviously had a troubled life and, by the day's end, didn't want to deal with it any longer. He put an end to it all. Something similar happened to me about a month ago, when I was attacked by Ramon, Inc. and taken out of the battle royal before I even had a chance to enter it. They thought I had nothing left, but they were wrong. I proved I had everything to gain and nothing to lose at our last show, when I shattered the dreams, and the skull, of Bando Phoenix. I gave Bando an option...throw the match, or face the consequences. I was even nice about it. I was more than willing to cooperate with Bando, but he wouldn't hold up his end of the bargain. So actions were taken into my own hands, and Bando Phoenix was taken out of the picture, which means that Dr. Love is finally back in the ball game!
Thompson:
But even with Bando Phoenix out of the picture, as you put it, who's to say Cliff Edge will choose you as the challenger for his title?
Dr. Love smiles.
Dr. Love:
What choice does he reall have? Honestly, who else makes a worthy challenger? David Phoenix? Jason Ward? Winston Peppors? The only real choice is Dr. Love. I've proved it before, and I'll prrove it again this week when I check Jason Ward's name off the list, permanently.
Thompson:
The list?
Dr. Love:
The possible contenders for the NOW Heavyweight title. With every opponent I face, another name is crossed off that list, eventually leaving only Dr. Love to face for the title.
Thompson:
You're sick!
Dr. Love:
Am I? Was Edison sick when he invented the lighbulb? Was Einstein sick when he announced his theory of relativity? I don't see brilliance as a sickness...I see it as a gift. Unfortunately for Jason Ward, and eventually Cliff Edge, my brilliance won't be a gift, but a curse. I will be the man to destroy all other competitors in my way, starting with Ward, and soon, I will be the NOW Heavyweight Champion!
Dr. Love stands up and turns to walk out the door, but he turns around and hits Craig with A Love Song, knocking him out cold. Dr. Love stands over him, a cold stare in his eyes as he flips his hair behind his ears and walks out of the room.