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| Here We Go......; RP #1 vs. Shaw | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Nov 21 2007, 05:01 AM (26 Views) | |
| Alex_Liddel | Nov 21 2007, 05:01 AM Post #1 |
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(OOC: All the random drunks in this rp will be played by the ever amusing Mark Horton and are Trademarked as such.) Scene One: ZING!! ~ The camera opens up inside the all too common bar in Neath, South Wales, the hometown of Mr. Showtime. There is a crowd of people in this bar, the place is packed. Alex Liddel sits alone at the bar in his usual three piece suit, sipping on a glass of Hennesey. The camera man floats over to Alex and sets to his right. Alex looks over to the camera and begins to speak. ~ :: Alex Liddel :: Well, how do I start this out? :: Random Drunk 1 :: You remember that huge sorority buiding blackout last week? Turns outt he power wasn't out, Liddel was just going door to door. ~ A few of the patrons of the bar begin laughing as Alex tries not to smirk, shake it off, and his cell phone rings. Liddel pulls the phone out of his pocket, looks at the screen, then flips the phone open, putting it to his ear. ~ :: Alex Liddel :: Mr. Stryfe sir, what can I do for ya? .......... :: Alex Liddel :: Are you kidding me? No way! .......... :: Alex Liddel :: Alright, I'll tell you what. Tell him he's on. .......... :: Alex Liddel :: No, no, no, it's fine. I promise, I'm going to shut that loudmouth son of a bitch up once and for all! ........... :: Alex Liddel :: Do what you gotta do, make it happen, book me back to back if you have to! .......... :: Alex Liddel :: YES I'M SERIOUS! MAKE IT HAPPEN! ......... :: Alex Liddel :: You're right sir, I'm sorry. I just get so sick and tired of him. ......... :: Alex Liddel :: Absolutley sir, I got this. Thanks. Later. ~ Alex closes his phone back up, finishes his drink, orders another, and looks back to the camera. ~ :: Alex Liddel :: Okay, listen to me damnit. I just got off the phone with the one and only Mr. Stryfe. After speaking with him, it appears that there is a fly buzzing around that just won't die. He goes by the name...... :: Random Drunk 2 :: One time at the club, Alex bent over, and three women thought the table had an extra long third leg. ~ People again burst into laughter as Alex tries to fight back a chuckle, remembering what he needs to say. ~ :: Alex Liddel :: He goes by the name of Mr. Showtime. The man that calls this dive home. It appears that losing at Revolution just wasn't enough for this retard, he wants more! Well Showtime, you should be careful what you wish for, you just may get it. I don't know if you feel that I have something to prove to you, but I want to let you know I don't. I proved to you before that little mishap a while back, as well as I proved at Revolution, I am better than you. How many times am I going to have to hand you your ass before you finally go away? I mean apparently, three's going to be your lucky number. After three brutal matches with yours truly, I will show you and the those couple of haters out there why this is MY house. I AM the man that puts the asses in those seats. I put money in Mikey's wallet. Without me, shit-talking, titleless, whine bag losers like you would be out of a job! :: Random Drunk 3 :: The last time Liddel dropped his pants, the stewardesses in the lavatory got eye injuries. ~ Once again, laughter fills the bar, and Alex attempts to fight back the laughter. After a big drink, Alex wipes his face and gets back to business. ~ :: Alex Liddel :: Alright Mr. Showtime, I've had about enough of your begging and pleading for MY spot in the Punjabi Prison at Winter Warfare. You want my title shot? You come right over here and get it. I just talked to Stryfe and he tells me you plan to do just that. Well next week, you and I, we'll settle this. No more interruptions, no third parties, no gimmicks, just me and you, a brawl for it all. When I finally put you down with a Better Than You Bomb, you cannot and will not get up. Just ask Adam exactly what happens after a BTY Bomb? I laid him out and got the 1...2...3. Plain and simple, no games, no tricks. I ended Adam's delusions of victory over me. I thought I spared you the same fate, but apparently, you just don't know when to quit. You're worse than a bowling ball. Throw you around, send you to the gutter, and you keep coming back. Well Mr. Showtime, now it's time to settle this between us once and for all. No Gods Among Men, No Weapons of Mass Destruction. Just Mr. Showtime, and Alex Liddel, the Number One Contendership for the EWF World Championship hangs in the balance. Answer me one thing Mr. Showtime, will this finally shut you up? Will you finally just crawl in a hole and die once I beat you? If you will leave me alone, I will bring the beating. If this match is just going to keep you coming for more, than it's just not worth my time. Before I get out of here though.... ~ Alex looks over to the owner of the bar, Mark, and sticks his hand out. ~ :: Alex Liddel :: Hey Mark, before I head out of here, can I get a Strongbow? ~ Mark grabs a bottle of Mr. Showtime's drink of choice, unscrews the cap, and hands it to Alex. Alex has the camera follow him outside. When the camera finally gets outside, Alex Liddel is seen with his back to the camera and the sound of liquid hitting glass. Alex turns back around with a full, foamy bottle of liquid in the Strongbow bottle as Liddel zips his pants. Liddel smirks as he sets the bottle on the ledge next to a sign that reads, "Free brew via Mr. Showtime!!" Alex laughs as the camera fades to black. ~ Scene Two: Let The Phoenix Fly! ~ The camera re-opens to show A beautiful young, black woman standing outside in a slinky tight black strapless dress with a matching cloth sash thing hanging from her elbows and purse. Her black high heels click across the concrete as she finally gets to the road where Alex Liddel can be seen in a black dress shirt, dress pants, and dress shoes. Alex is leaning on his black Bentley. Alex reaches into the passener side window and reappears holding a dozen roses. The woman smiles as Alex holds the passenger door open for her. As she gets situated in her seat, Alex hands her the roses, and closes the car door beside her. Alex looks at the camera, winks, and walks around the car, climbing into the driver's seat. The car sits there for a moment or two. Suddenly, the car jumps forward and drives out of sight of the camera. The camera then fades to re-open again to show our couple sitting on the hood of the car, staring at the stars. Suddenly, the sound of limbs cracking beneath feet can be heard and Alex quickly raises up to see the camera man moving forward towards them. Alex rolled his eyes as the beautiful woman turns her head to see the camera. The woman sits up slowly, adjusting her dress as the camera just moves in front of the two, still sitting on the hood of the car. ~ :: Alex Liddel :: Well you guys just don't know when to give up do you? Well since you finally see her, allow me to introduce you all to Alyssa Simmons. ~ Alyssa shyly waves at the camera as Alex looks at her, then back to the camera smirking. ~ :: Alex Liddel :: Easy fellas, this one's mine. Besides, all of you out there, staring at her, couldn't handle a single second of this woman here. She's way, way, out of your league. :: Alyssa Simmons :: Shut up Alex! It's not THAT bad. ~ Alyssa chuckles then looks at Alex. ~ :: Alyssa Simmons :: Are these guys with that "402 Krew" you were telling me about? ~ The look on Alex's face changes quickly from pleasure to disappointment as he shakes his head. ~ :: Alex Liddel :: No babe, these guys are not "402". Speaking of the old "Krew" though, I guess now's as good as any to send a few words to my old friend Adam huh? ~ Alyssa's eyes light up as she points toward Alex. ~ :: Alyssa Simmons :: Oh I remember him. That's the current EWF Champion huh? ~ Alex nods as he looks to the camera. ~ :: Alex Liddel :: Yes baby, he is currently the EWF World Champion, but as you remember at Revolution, I showed him what it means to be in my way. Now damn it Adam, I don't know why we got to do it like this, but let me tell you now, this is a long time coming. Ever since the day we met, we have always wondered "What If?" Well all that will change at Winter Warfare. We will finally have the answer to that very question. Me and you Adam, Punjabi Prison, Winter Warfare. There will be getting out of this. This is going to go down, you best believe that. Right now Adam, tell me this, what exactly is going to change between Revolution and Winter Warfare? The lack of Showtime? The two bamboo cages? Neither of those meant a thing Adam. The deciding factor was simply the B...T...Y...Bomb. I showed you there's more to this than just these damn good looks. Think long and hard before you act Adam, you have felt what I can bring. That was only a piece of what I am capable of. You will learn "brother", You will learn. For now though Phoenix, fly free, fly high, fly fast. In just a few short weeks, I clip those wings and put you back where you belong........AT THE BOTTOM!!!! Now if you will excuse me..... ~ Alex leans back over towards the smiling Alyssa, kissing her neck as the scene fades out. ~ Scene Three: Dismantling WMD: Phase Two! ~ The camera opens up this time to show a ray of light beaming in brightly through a small window. The lights is shining on a group of pictures of the Weapons of Mass Destruction. Half of a picture of Adam Linn is in the center, Stephanie Coe is to the right of him, Egon Jameson is above her, Jack Jameson is to his partner's left, above Linn, and Nick Shaw is on the left side of Adam Linn. The camera zooms in on the pictures to see a hole in the center right side of the half of Linn's picture. It is a small pinhole, but nonetheless, it is still visible. Suddenly, another ray of light bursts into the room, illuminating the room as the game room at a local hotel. The pictures are now shown tacked to a dartboard. The camera pans around to see Alex Liddel sitting in a chair with a handfull of darts. The camera zooms in on Alex's face as he begins to speak. ~ :: Alex Liddel :: Well Adam, I've got the job half done. I beat you once. Next time, I take the title home with me. Now we look around the board, and to your right, we see Stephanie Coe, "Hell's Kat". Well I won't put my hands on an undeserving woman, so she's safe....for now. ~ Alex tosses a dart at the board and the camera turns just in time to see the dart implant itself in the center of Hell's Kat's picture. The camera pans back around to Alex as he begins to spin another dart between his fingers. ~ :: Alex Liddel :: Now this week Adam, we move to your left, going after Nick Shaw. This week, Nick and I will step into a steel cage with no way to win but to force the other to scream the words, "I Quit". Now Nick, you and I, we got a few things we need to discuss this week. First of all, I think that after what Aurora did to you last week, you'd figure Stryfe would have felt you've had enough. I guess not. This week, he puts you in the ring with someone who has been chomping at the bit to get to you ever since that stunt you pulled at Xtreme Collision. You put your hands on the man that signs your paycheck. How stupid do you have to be Nick? You know who he's aligned with, you know he's not a wrestler, and because of that, you feel like the better man for tearing him apart? Well Nick, never before have two words ever meant so much. Not only do the words I Quit seal your defeat, but after I make you scream in agony, seeping your soul out of your lungs, you deliver a message back to the rest of the WMD. Each and every one of you will fall before my feet, that much is guaranteed. I don't care Nick if I have to have Bryan Deas come to the ring, and blow those final two breaths into your lungs to seep the words from your lips, by the end of the night, you will know pain. You will no fear. You will no the GOD among MEN! Listen to me Nick, because I'm speaking gospel to you kid. Before I have to hear you rant and rave about how you've held that X-Division Championship for over one hundred days, tell me this, when have you had any true competition for that title? Now Nick, you tread into uncharted land. You hike forawrd to your own demise. The moment you decided to lay your grubby little dickskinners on Mr. Stryfe, you sealed your fate. You should've known that the Gods Among Men would want, claim, and bathe in your blood. You see Nick, I HAVE stepped into the ring before. I HAVE been a wrestler for some time. This is not my first rodeo, and I will be damned if this is my last. ~ Alex stands up and begins to walk towards the camera, dropping the darts on the table beside him. ~ :: Alex Liddel :: Two words, One winner, this is going to be great. And as if feeding you to me alone wasn't enough, Mr. Stryfe has locked you inside a fifteen foot steel cage with me. Careers have ended inside the cage. Wars have been won, blood has been shed, and careers have been shortened. Add in the extreme conditions of an "I Quit" match, and this all adds up to spell your defeat. I have been known to put men on the shelf for hurting those that are my friends. Well Nick, you will be no exception. I am going to bring you to the edge of your sanity, then toss you overboard, watching you rot within from your own personal demons. I have been deemed the instrument of your destruction. Basically Nick, Alexander Stryfe has placed me and you inside that cage because he knows what I can, and will do to insure my own victory, especially when there are no restrictions to my rage. Me and you Nick, we're going to add another loss to Weapons of Mass Destruction, as I deliver yet another fantastic victory to the Gods Among Men. The inevitable wheels of fate have been in set into motion Mr. Shaw. There's nothing you can do now except ride this wave to your devastating crash into reality. Game on Nick, game on. ~ With those words, Alex picks up a dart, tosses it, and the camera pans to see the dart puncture a whole into the face of Nick Shaw. The camera zooms in on the picture before the scene fades to black. ~ |
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