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Post by Allura Desmonds on Mar 24, 2020 18:50:11 GMT -5
Eighth Match
Bloody Hardcore Championship
Barbed Wire Rope Hardcore Casket Match
Enforcer © vs Sephiroth du Lac
RP Limit: 2 Per Person
Deadline: 04/04/20 at 11:59pm eastern time
Grace Period: 04/05/20 at 11:59pm eastern time
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Post by enforcer on Apr 10, 2020 18:43:10 GMT -5
*Scene* ::On a somewhat windy but sunny day The Enforcer is casually walking through the City of Decatur cemetery. He is wearing an all black from the sweater to his dress pants, and shoes. He slowly looks down at the tombstones as he passes each grave. With no one else around Enforcer can only hear the slight howl of the wind and the wrestling of the grass and leaves.::
Enforcer:I love how the trend as of late in this business is to go dark. The wide eyed fresh babyface that was Bayley or the family men that are Rey Mysterio Jr. and Ricky “ The Dragon” Steamboat would never survive in today’s landscape of professional wrestling. As we’ve seen with Bayley in recent years she would get booed out of the building because she was nice and was all about those hugs. Hug you, hug them, hug me, everybody gets a hug, hug. People were ready to vomit because someone was kind and decent without the darkness in heart.Because the darkness we see in this world is cook and edgy. At the end of the day isn’t that we all want to be. The center of attention with billions of likes on Instagram from all your sheep. In all that it is no wonder why there are no real successful heels in this industry anymore. Not really, if you think about it. Someone is a straight assholefor the better part of a decade. He tears his bicep and is put on the shelf for 8 months and comes back to a heros’ welcome. Not because that nlack heart of his suddenly turned golden but because the audience knows that guy who was an asshole a year ago will come back to reclaim what is his. That of course is his spot because the sorry ass pieces of shit who he had to leave the kingdom to during his absence are just a bunch of encompitent dumbasses who couldn’t get heat from a heater and who couldn’t get a pop from a soda. So, what is it all about? The enderempent of the guys and gals who wear the black hat. Who deck in all black much like I am today and they try to act as if they are that tough guy because that is the only way they can get over, right? A couple days ago a fellow wrestler asked me for some advice on something. So, I asked some questions so I can give him an educated answer that would help that wrestler out. This had nothing to do with me, it wasn’t going to make me any money or affect me in any way and was no skin off my back so I gave that wrestler my honest opinion. I was honest, went into detail, and two days later I have yet to hear back from this person. Why am I telling you this? It’s quite simple, the masses don’t like anything that isn’t dark and cool. If it’s anything else then that they don’t want to hear it. It’s not just the sheep in the crowd or watching at home. It’s a lot of the boys and girls into the locker room too. The short sidedness of some of the wrestlers is hilarious. I guess they like being a broke lower card piece of shit who won’t become anything in this business. Hey, that’s cool with me because it just means more money, championships, and spotlight for the greatest person to ever live. If the eight to five lifers, the simpletons, the cretinous humanoids all want the same bland vanilla cookie board cut outs of wrestlers then you sure have come to the right place because my contemporaries want to be the darkest most emo part of themselves and show it off to the world. They want to stand out like a freshly cut blade of grass.I can say that because I’ve seen it happen over the better part of the last twenty five years that I have been a part of this business. People wanted to stand out and be different but those days are long gone. Still confused people? The wonder of what I am babbling about perplexes you? It shouldn’t but it does. Here is the thing people, you have enabled a generation of wrestlers to think they need to have everything handed to them. From the five star performance centers they train and learn the ropes in to the scripted promos they rehearse to perfection.
::As Enforcer is walking he stops dead in his tracks and crouches down looking at a small tombstone that says Rosemary Delana May 6,1980-October 28,1983 Beloved daughter and sister.::
Enforcer:It’s a damn shame when you see something like this. Rosemary was my younger cousin by two years, It was a tragic case of SIDS. We never got to meet in person but my mother’s side of the family was heartbroken. As in life we must move on and I sometimes think of Rosemary and what she would be doing today if she would have got to live her best life and reach her potential. Much like the insufferable sycophants roaming around the wrestling schools and locker rooms these days. Just because they want to be dark, mysterious with an attempted devilish grin and laugh. It’s a facade folks perpetrated by the less talented and the weak. Which brings me to my upcoming opponent at March Madness. That is one Prince of Darkness, the Fallen Angel, the Lord of Dunwich, or as I like to call him the Master of Garlic, the Goblin of Gilroy, California, and the man with one thousand and one night lights. That would be one Sephiroth du Lac. So, we meet again, Mr. Du Lac. Good to see you after our tag team match some weeks ago. I’d be lying if I say I wanted to see you again but here we are. Now, just because you and your lovely wife beat Brian and myself that warrants a shot at the hunk of tin that is MY Bloody Hardcore Championship belt? Far better have done more and gotten less then here you are being granted a shot at the title belt that I’ve been holding for almost five full months now. What gives you the right to get a title shot and the audacity to even say my name? Just don’t, Mr. Du Lac. The fact that you are getting a title shot is insulting to me, to Thug Revolution, the simpletons in the audience, NCW, and the wrestling business as a whole. In the latest NCW rankings you didn’t even crack the top ten contenders for the Bloody Hardcore title and you act like you are deserving of this shot? Hell, if we are just handing out title shots I want to face the winner of the Eternal title match between Dread and Phoenix. I want an extra million dollars added on to my contract just because. This kind of thing is an outlandish move made by Ms. Desmond because if you look at the whole March rankings guess who isn’t even on the rankings for any championships at all. That would be my upcoming opponent, Mr. Du Lac. What is it just because you have “supernatural” powers? Your brand of wizardly deeds got you this opportunity? While you may have the advantage over most because of the wizard dunce cap that you wear I am simply not phased by it.Your vetran status is nothing to sneeze at but I have been in this business for twenty three years. I’ve wrestled in two different centuries, two millenniums, I have entered my fourth decade in this business. I have seen a lot of great and talented competitors come and go as well as those pretenders that were sure to be first ballot Hall of Famers. Your certain skill set is impressive, Mr. Du Lac, but I have survived worse. Now, you can rant and rave all you want to about you not being human which would nullify me being the greatest person to ever live or that you have been alive since the turn of the millennium before the last.Well good for you Mr. Du Lac, you have earned your AARP card and a senior discount anywhere you go. What’s that got to do with me, NCW, or my championship? Not a damn thing,son! While you have been off in your bat cave lurking around and trolling people. I have been in the ring honing my skill and mastering my craft. While you have been avoiding sunlight or whatever you weirdos do, I mean like seriously dude you are pale. Like looking sick pale. Do you have COVID-19? You don’t, do you? You better not!!!! While you have been playing Casper the friendly ghost in an off broadway play I have been traveling the world, keeping in ring shape, and succssesfully defending my Bloody Hardcore championship. I have no doubt Mr. Du Lac that we will go into the pit of hell surrounded by barbed wire but when I pull myself out of the way from the hell, fire, and brimstones as I have a crimson mask I will also come out of there holding my Bloody Hardcoe championship. Call it what you will, Mr. Du Lac. Whether it be wishful thinking, a prediction, or if I dare even a God damn spoiler! It doesn’t really matter because I am your Bloody Hardcore champion and will remain until the end of days.
::Enforcer feels a tap on his shoulder. Enforcer stands up and looks over and sees the groundskeeper.::
Enforcer:Seriously dude! Six feet! Six damn feet!
::The groundskeeper backs up.::
Enforcer:That’s better. Now, what do you want?
Groundskeeper:I am working and you’re in my way.
Enforcer:I know how that feels too!
::Enforcer turns around and walks away.::
Enforcer:Can you believe people? The nerve of some people!
::Enforcer walks over to his 2020 Silver Mercedes.::
Enforcer:The unknown is something everyone fears. Your private life you’ve done well keeping under wraps. As well have I, Mr. Du Lac. I don’t care what goes on behind closed doors. That’s your business. I avoid all the drama and politics because that shit really doesn’t matter. I know how good I am. I know how good everyone in Thug Revolution is. Don’t believe me then all you have to do is look at the proof in the pudding. Frostbite, NCW Pinnacle Champion. Brian Kennedy and Fathi NCW World Heavyweight Tag Team Champions.we have three championships in the fold this far. Which is almost half of NCW gold there is and when Fathi wins the Pride of the People championship we will have over half the championships in NCW. Because we all know Fathi is for the people by the people. But don’t think we are going to be stopping there. We ain’t stopping until we have it all. Mr. Du Lac I don’t know what kind of sorcery you are made of but rest assured I will find a way to beat it. Not because I am the greatest person to ever live, not because of whom I am affiliated with but plain and simply because I am a winner. I will do whatever I have to, to keep my championship. I ‘m sorry but not sorry that is just the way it is because them are the rules.
::Enforcer opens up the driver side door and hops into the driver’s seat. He shuts the door behind him and presses the button to turn the car on. Enforcer puts the car in reverse before putting it into drive and drives off as the camera fades to black.:: |
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Post by Sephiroth du Lac on Apr 11, 2020 22:41:55 GMT -5
"Cruelty is a gift humanity gives itself."
-Dr. Hannibal Lecter- Delayed once more. Will my suffering not end? First the usurpers. Then the primogen. Now as I stand on the precipice of greatness there stands before me a plague. As if God himself defied my ambitions. I one of his former servants must wait out his wrath as the cattle moo and flee in fear. Cowering in their homes. The kine are always skittish when they sense predators about, more so when there is one with the invisible nature of pestilences hand. And yet even now it presents oppertunities not given to me in times of peace. Perhaps it is time to move my ambitions to more mortal affairs. The acquisition of accolades are always welcome more so when their aquisition requires my hands be stained with my busy work. Still one should not be messy with one's meal. It promotes vulgarity.
*The camera falls on the interior of a small bed and breakfast outside of Atlanta Georgia as night falls. The interior is pleasant a beautiful antebellum decor with simple decoration as three adults sit in pleasant conversation. Tea sets laid upon a small table. The clinking of saucer and cup laying a small percussive symphony as the camera falls on each one. One is a woman of about her mid thirties. Long brown hair and a sweet smile her make up done more as a professional courtesy then as a passion. The other woman is known to us quite well. She is Emily the witch which casts her shadowy heart over the entirety of the NCW but her companion is the one that draws our attention most. The image of Sephiroth du Lac sitting with a simple smile as he lays back chuckling as the two talk seemigly enjoying a candid moment as he relaxes.* Emily: And so we wound up here. At least until we have to go back.Woman: Oh I understand. I'm from New York myself. I came down to finish up with a client so I sort of got stuck down here as well.Seph: And what pray tell is your profession, Miss...?Woman: Doctor actually. Doctor West. But you can call me Sarah.Emily: Oh, a doctor? Medical? Here for the you know?Sarah: Psychiatric actually. I had a patient that was moved closer to home just needed to check in with him is all. So, you two are wrestlers is that what you call it?Seph: Among other things.Sarah: Such as?Emily: Well, Seph happens to own a club and I do a bit of home... I guess you could call them projects. Yes, that sounds plausible projects that I sell.Sarah: Oh that sounds fun. At least it will keep you busy I hope during all of this.Seph: One can only hope I fear.*Emily looks at him playfully annoyed slapping him as he sips his tea causing him to chuckle and lean in stealing a kiss as they continue making small talk.*
Why you might ask would I bother with such accommodations? Simple. They amuse me as do the reasons for their use. My ambitions have brought me to this place. Atlanta. The last time I saw her in such accomadations I watched as the city burned. As union soldiers defiled her streets and their dwellers. I watched from afar as two soldiers dressed in the blues of military uniforms raped a woman in broad daylight. Such images tend to stay with one. But what I have witnessed pale in comparison to the images that fret my mind now. Yes, even now at the eve of my triumph does my mind fill with dreadful thoughts. Not for the woman that sits at my side. No, one cannot defile that which one has already claimed as ones own. No, this tainted desire is not for flesh but for blood. The blood of a champion. The blood of my soon to be foe. Even now as I smile before them it is unclear to them that my smile is not at the conversation nor the playfulness of my mood. No, it is at the thought of his immolation.
*Emily smiles and then looks at the clock.* Emily: Damn, it's almost midnight. I best be getting to bed. Are you coming to bed, hon?*She turned to him and looks pleadingly but Seph just gently smiles and pats her hand.* Seph: Soon, love. I promise. I feel like staying up just a tad more. If that's alright?Emily: Okay. You be good then. I'll see you in the morning.*She leans in and gives him a gentle kiss as he smiles and she stands and turns to their shared room down the hall. He watches as she slinks out of sight a vision of midnight and lace. As sultry and beautiful as the night in her smile. At last as the door shut from down the hall they were alone and Seph smiled at ease his eyes half closed from pleasant boredom than from physical exhaustion as Sarah smiled at him. He could tell she had more questions and he didn't mind.* Sarah: You two seem to make a cute couple. Why didn't you bother going to bed?Seph: I don't sleep well. I'm more of a night owl really.Sarah: Still I think she loves you quite a bit. You two seem quite happy.Seph: Oh, I'm not happy.Sarah: Why are you upset?Seph: Oh, I'm not.*he says casually sipping his final drink of tea as the doctor pears at him curiously.* Sarah: But you just said you were unhappy?Seph: No, I said I'm not happy. There is a difference, Doctor.Sarah: I'm not sure I understand. Don't you love her?Seph: Oh yes, quite. As much as one such as I can love. I'm very fond of her. To a point.*The doctor looks at him curiously almost quizzically as he simply sets down his saucer and cup and leans back confidently folding his left ankle upon his right leg casually.*
You see Enforcer I do not think you comprehend the position that you have found yourself in. Therefore I shall do my best to educate you upon the nature of that which you find yourself facing. And when I do I shall teach you the full aspect of what you face. Not a man but a monster in man's flesh. Not just undead but one that has given itself wholly to the idea of being that monster that is man.
Seph: You see, Doctor. I do not feel happy. Nor do I feel love. My emotions. These feelings are not emotions for me at all. They are echoes as one yells into a cavernous maw into the ground one hears ones voice tiny in the black. It is like that with me. I feel nothing. Oh there are somethings that spark something. Emily sparks the memory of feeling inside me but most things that bring joy. The cry of a newborn baby, the sight of a beautiful sunset, the laughter friends and family share they are artificial to me.Sarah: So you feign emotions? Seph: I feel nothing. No sadness. Nor regret. Nor anything that might be considered true human emotion. The smile on my face now is not one of joy but one of ease. It is intended. Considered and carefully planned. It has been since we first talked. A smile eases people into a false security. It brings there guard down. Such as to keep one away from the purse where one keeps her firearm in her room. Or allows oneself to be aloe with a stranger. People are so easy you see. They see what they want to see. They want to believe that there is good in the world so they project it on others. They want to believe they are safe so they trust in leaders that make them do things they;d never do willingly. They want to believe that they are the alpha species and so I let them. I let them believe they are in charge so that when the truth comes out they they are not well. They get that look.Sarah: Wh-what look?Seph: That look. The one you wear even now. The look of prey searching the grass. Scanning for the wolf or the lion hiding in the tall grass. The slow realization that when you thought you were safe that you were at ease that you are now being hunted. That look invokes something in me. A feeling not emotions but something deeper. More primal then emotion. An instinct if you will. One that says that you are the prey and I the predator.*Sure enough the camera pans to her. her eyes are wide a sort of fear in them darting eyes looking to the hall to the safety of a room. Checking for every exit assessing every possible exit as he smiles a calm casual deliberate smile on his face. His eyes seeming with a light usually reserved for only the alpha predators of the savannah or forest. As she looks at him sheepishly.* Sarah: Wh-why are you t-telling me all this?*he sucks in air almost mockingly as he shakes his head.* Seph: Oh come now, Doctor. You tease me. You're an intelligent young woman I'm sure you know why I would share such secrets with you.*Her hand begins to tremble as the tea cup rattles in her fearful hands as he just forces another smile and the lights begin to flicker.*
I know you have faced many enemies before, Enforcer. But have you faced anyone without remorse? Without the concept of conscience or mercy? A foe which in the quest of his own ambition is willing to do whatever it takes to win? These matches you attend as champion are lawless affairs. They lack structure or rules. The only thing that holds men back is their willingness to do what must be done. Can you say that you are willing to do whatever it takes? Are you willing to take a life? To destroy a man's career? His hopes? His livelihood? What would you do to hold on to that shiny title? Are you willing to face your deepest fears? Your own mortality? I feel no remorse for my actions. I feel only one thing. I feel hunger. Hunger and my own ambitious greed. Can you face that? A spirit of painful gluttony. Eager to do what no one else would ever do given the circumstance.? If so I cannot be held responsible for your own recklessness. All I can say is simply god luck.
*The lights flicker back on and the doctors body lays in the chair her eyes staring empty dolls eyes as the tea cup sits in her lap spilt upon her simple outfit. Her pale complexion devoid of color as her body slumps back and Seph sits across wiping a red stain from his lips and sighing almost mockingly in regret.* Seph: No use crying over spilled milk.*He says casually as he simply pours himself another cup of hot tea with a casual grin. As the scene fades to black and thew words continue.*
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