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The continuation/The mental Edge; rp vs Deas
Topic Started: Nov 17 2007, 03:02 PM (25 Views)
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(Scene 1, Outside the hospital Stryfe is being treated: Off camera)

Right after Jenny and SuMa had left the hospital, SuMa began questioning Jennys decision to leave Stryfe as he was, but Jenny kept telling him “ill explain in the car”. When the two entered the black 1969 Hardtop Corvette, SuMa turned to his sister, his voice sounding very confused

”Jenny, why did you stop us? He doesn’t deserve to live after what he did to you.”

Jenny returned his gaze, with a self-aware look on her face as she replies to SuMas query.

”SuMa, when I looked at him, I realized I just couldn’t let go without a fight. I got this odd feeling that something isn’t right in this whole situation, I mean, why would Alex trade a loving, trustable woman for some unpredictable vixen who has a history of leaving him? It just doesn’t seem like him.”

Jenny turns her head away from SuMa, staring into the distance through the rain. SuMa could see her mind was racing, trying to make heads and tails out of this whole ordeal, suddenly beginning to speak with a voice ironed with determination.

” Then I thought: What if he isn’t with Aurora voluntarily? I mean, she is clearly the kinda woman who is used to others either bending to her will or crying and bending to her will. We both know that Alex isn’t the bravest man out there, and Aurora clearly has a mean streak comparable to yours SuMa. Considering that I wouldn’t be surprised if Alex was just too scared of Her to say no. That is why I stopped you, I need to find the truth. And that is where you come into play.”

SuMa raises his eyebrow, the one not covered by the mask and asks Jenny with an interested voice.[/I

”What do you mean Sis? We find It hard to believe that Stryfe would just spill his beans to us, we just aren’t the most probable recipient of a confession.”

Jenny chuckles and reaches to tap SuMas cheek on her annoying way.

”Not yet you aren’t. SuMa, I noticed that Alex has developed quite a respect towards your talent and ruthlessness, a respect going as far as almost calling you a friend. I need you to refrain from mentioning me or this ordeal to him, act like you are his friend, that way, once he lowers his guard, you can start planting seeds of doubt about Aurora on his mind. If you can get him to doubt Auroras intentions concerning him, I might be able to make him see the psychotic bitch she is.”

SuMa nods in agreement, thinks for a second then speaking up again.

”Jenny, we don’t want to sound like skeptics, but we would imagine Aurora would eventually get wind of your little plan and do her darnest to stop it. Of course we could just maim her so badly Alex wouldn’t even recognize her and be done with it.”

Jenny shakes her head.

”Beating or killing Aurora would do nothing, I need Alex to voluntarily choose me over her. That is why I might just have to take a trick or two out of Tiffanys playbook. You know, mess with Auroras head, send her on the edge of snapping and watch her take her insecurity out on Alex. I’ve been searching for info about her ever since she revealed her name to me, and I’ve found out that she is unstable at best, with a tendency to snap without a reason, so it shouldn’t be hard to push her on the edge and beyond. If I play my cards right, and if you do your part, by the time of their wedding, Alex will be doubting on those “I do’s”.

SuMa looks to Jenny with disbelief, his messed up head not believing that she could come up with something that subtle and devious.

”Aight Sis, we will try it your way, but if this doesn’t work, we do it our way.”

Jenny nods and starts up the car, speeding into the darkness.

(Scene 2, Promo Time! On Camera)
We are greeted by a surprising sight as the scene opens up, as instead of the usual setting of SuMa’s promos, the dark room, we see a dimly lit hall that looks a lot like an abandoned church or temple of some sort. With a quick look everything looks normal, but when you look more carefully, some disturbing details pop up. The floor is coated with a thick layer of dust, with only one set of footprints breaking its surface, suggesting that it has been in the use of a single person for quite a while, rows of broken and overturned benches litter the floor infront of the altar and the dim light is filtered into the room though windows depicting men decapitating and dismembering other men, amongst other atrocities. The walls have hundreds of creepy red spots in them, as if they had been subjected to splatters from multiple brutal killings. But Despite all there oddities, the Altar itself is the creepiest. There is no signs of any Christian or any other symbols, it is just a plain marble surface that used to be white apparently. Used to, as now its top is stained with what can only be called bloodstains, some of em years old, having turned to Rust-brown while others being very fresh, still keeping their bright red-color. In front of the altar is kneeling the monster himself, the six foot nine 315 pound Supreme Machine, his head bowed down in a respectful fashion, showing his broad back that is all red from the blood leaking from the apparently dozens of just opened whip-marks. SuMa is breathing heavily, muttering some sort of a mantra. The monotonic chanting seems to echo from the walls, only to end sharply as SuMa notices the camera filming him. Without turning, he begins to address the camera with a calm voice.

”Greetings fans of EWF. After weeks and weeks of simply showing you darkness and merely hinting towards some sort of an altar of pain, we decided to show you more than a small circle illuminated by a spotlight.

SuMa gets up, turning to the camera with his head still bowed down, making his black locks look like shadows on his blood-coated chest. He reaches back, setting the whip on his left hand on top of the altar and continues.


”What you see around you doesn’t officially exist, there is no record of its location, owner or builder… And even if you happened to stumble across it… You would never know what it holds inside… This building used to belong to a cult that much like us, worshipped pain, they held it as the most sacred purifier of unworthy souls. This is where we began our transformation to what we are today, as in our search for a way to conquer pain, we stumbled across this place, and as we performed the rites, we felt new kinda power entering us. Unfortunately, due to the cult itself having vanished over a century ago, we had no way of knowing of all the finer nuances that were involved in the rite, thus something went wrong. Granted, we conquered pain and learned to enjoy it… But it twisted us… Made us into two. Yes, what you see, is the birthplace of the Supreme Machine.”

SuMa raises his head, staring right into the camera, his cold, emotionless stare burrowing its way through the lense as usual.

”But enough with us, we got more important topics to address than our history, namely last weeks Xtreme Collision and next weeks Revolution.

The Battle Royal at Xtreme Collision was one hellova match, and even thought the only reason we didn’t win it was the fact that we were taller than the winner, thus our feet hit ground before his, we still give credit to Paul Anderson… It is no small feat to stand toe to toe with us. Just don’t let this win get into your head, you have strongly shown that you are going for the International Title. Let us warn you, Alexander is no pushover. Keep your head together and you might pull It off. Get cocky and you will be spirit crushed by Alexander. Till we meet again, we aren’t that bad once you get to know us Mr. Anderson.”


SuMa turns sideways a bit before continuing, his hair flinging to cover his face from the camera.

”Other thing we need to address from XC is the situation involving our boss Alexander Stryfe and our sister, Jenny… Or Jennifer Stryfe as she now calls herself. Anyway, Stryfe, let it be known, even though we have spouted lines like “blood is thicker than water” and such, we are in fact glad somebody finally gave her a proverbial slap across the face, she has been playing guys since she was 16. And besides, that De’Viant… Stryfe, you are a lucky man… We would kill for a chance to get up close and personal with her… To feel the softness of her body in our hands… To hear her screams as we take her on a ride like nothing she has had before… To give her something no man has been able to give… To leave her sweating, crying and trying to catch a breath once we are through… But not in the way as every other male in this federation. See Stryfe, the best kind of pleasure a woman can give us is the euphoric feeling we get when we see the desperation in their eyes… the rush we get from seeing their pain. And even though we will back you up no matter what you do, we won’t hesitate to maim her if she puts her nose to our business. And Stryfe, you need not worry about punishing Shaw for what he did to you, just book our titleshot and we will make sure he will regret the day he messed with you, that we promise.”

SuMa looks back to the camera, a small grin barely visible from underneath of his mask. He takes a deep breath, then beginning to speak in a very amused voice.

”Speaking of Titleshots, we finally get to the last topic we meant to discuss here, our match at the upcoming Revolution, against a man who thinks he is gods gift to wrestling, “The Hardcore Lord” Bryan Deas. Deas, we are baffled by you: All you seem to do is talk trash. You talk trash when you find somebody who listens. You talk trash when nobody cares. We bet you talk trash everytime you look into the mirror aswell. Quite Frankly Deas, you are all talk, you claim to be the lord of Hardcore when the most hardcore things you’ve done are watching Linn getting damn near killed by Stryker and beating a god damn non-wrestler in a HiAC, both which could have been done by every member of Revolution roster and even some of the Mayhem ones. But Deas, if you live through this match with us, you can rightfully claim that moniker. And you might be wondering, why are we so certain we will win? Well, let us explain a certain thing that many guys seem to forget, the fact that physical supremacy isn’t all you need to win.”

SuMa walks into a circle of light that is filtered through one of the dirty windows and goes to the position we all have gotten used to see him in, bowing on one knee. He rests his head on his hand and begins to speak in a lecturing voice.

”See, having the “mental Edge” over your opponent can change the outcome of the match radically, as proved by Miss Blaze at Xtreme Collision. Her opponent, Alex Liddel, got his black ass whipped like a government mule because he underestimated Blaze. He became cocky, and went into the match with the mentality that Blaze was nowhere near his league due to his awesome physical edge… But when he realized that Blaze was a lot tougher than he thought, it was too late. Liddel lost because Blaze had the mental edge, Liddel didn’t put full effort from the get go as he underestimated Blaze. You must be thinking we are just babbling and this has nothing to do with our match with Deas as WE hold the physical edge. But this brings us to the second type of mental edge… Intimidation. See, deep down this business is about inflicting enough pain on your opponent to prevent him from kicking out of a pinfall or force him to submit. So what do you do when you punch a guy and he just smiles? How does it seem if when you hit him with a chair or other item that usually ends matches, and he just tells you to hit again? What will you think when you hit a guy with your best shot and he just shrugs it off? You begin to think you cant beat him, and lose. That is the secret of our success: Either our opponent is already intimidated by our size and reputation when the bell rings and just tries to survive… Or he begins to think he cant win at all after nothing seems to affect us. That is why we will beat Deas, as not only do we hold the physical upperhand… But deep down inside Deas knows that he needs to pull a miracle to defeat us… And he knows that when there is no disqualifications… We can do as we please with him.. there is no Dq, no Countouts, no referee stoppage. The match will go on till one of us is unable to kick out of a pin. So Deas, at Revolution, we expect you to come at us with your A-game, we want you to hold nothing back, to give it your best and more… Because unless you do, you will be totaled by us… Deas… at Revolution, awaits your destiny… Deas…”

SuMa looks to the camera, his eyes blazing with fire of passion.

”At Revolution Deas, The Supreme Machine Awaits you!”

SuMa bows his head again and the scene fades to black.
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