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You've just crossed the line; rp 1 vs Aurora
Topic Started: Nov 21 2007, 12:40 PM (37 Views)
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[Scene 1, Off Camera
Location: Outside SuMa’s locker-room]


On the hallways of Na Julisce Stadium at the beautiful city of Prague, a lone figure walks with her head bowed down to hide her features. The woman seems to be roaming purposelessly, but she does have a certain direction as she creeps deeper into the depths of the impressive stadium. She walks through the corridors, stopping infront of one particular door and knocks loudly. From the insider, nothing is heard, but the door is suddenly yanked open, revealing the massive figure of Supreme Machine. SuMa stares down to the woman, turns around and grunts with an annoyed voice.

”Jenny, what do you want? Don’t you see we are busy, thanks to you, that slut has targeted us.

Jenny sighs and walks in and walks right up to his face.

”That’s what I came to talk about. She can have Stryfe, Alex will most likely dump her when the next piece of tail is waggled infront of his eyes anyway, I am leaving Revolution.

SuMa looks to Jenny with a slight surprise on his face

”Whaddaya mean, leaving Revolution?”

”Yeah, I got an offer from Mayhem I couldn’t refuse, managerial duties. And seeing as Stryfe doesn’t want me competing for the womens belt, proved by not only refusing to grant me a direct rematch, but also by booking me against the best diva out there, a matchup that was PPV-material. Oh well, once Shelly gets to Tiffany, we will finally have a womens champion who does something for her title and doesn’t just play games to get it. Anyways, I just wanted to tell you this, good luck on your match and please, please teach that slut a lesson, alright?”

Jenny turns around and prepares to leave, but SuMa speaking up stops her on her tracks.

”Christ Jenny, once again you get us in a mess and just leave. Fine, leave. We will handle Aurora. But don’t think we are doing it for you, we are doing it simply to teach her not to mess with us. Now leave, we need to cut a promo.

Jenny nods and leaves, looking over her shoulder for the last time and smiling before slamming the door shut. SuMa stares at the door, sighs silently and begins to mutter to himself

”Good riddance, once again she got us into a mess and leaves us to fend for ourself.
I warned you didn’t i? I told you she was bad news the day we came here
I know, I know. But now we got another bitch to worry about, the cameraman should be here any sec.”

[Scene 2, On Camera
Location: SuMa’s locker room

The scene opens in the room that is usually dark, but this time its being lighted by an old tv-screen that is running the promo of Aurora DeViant. Right in front of it, stands the six foot nine, 315 pound monster the EWF knows simply as Supreme Machine. He is seemingly watching the screen, but a loud snoring reveals otherwise. The promo ends and the high-pitched sound of static wakes SuMa up.

”F*ck this, we still cant watch it without dozing off, Christ that woman likes the sound of her own voice. Oh, you are already here, good.

SuMa notices the camera and begins to speak, with a slightly amused voice.
”So, so, so, so. Miss DeViant has given one of her usual long-winded, pointless and outright boring tirades. And seeing as despite our wish, we were booked versus her, you must be expecting a reply from us. So be it., we will provide.”

SuMa pulls a chair out of the darkness, sitting on it and taking a comfortable position, then beginning to speak in a slightly annoyed voice.
“First of all Aurora, let us get one thing straight: We don’t give a flying F*ck of how important or good you think you are, we don’t FUCKING care about what you did to Shaw as we had already gotten our way with him. So shut up for a while and listen, and listen carefully missus.”

He smirks a bit, leans back on the chair and crosses his legs before continuing

“So let us take your little… As in little too fucking boring… promo apart, starting with your pathetic attempt to insult us by comparing us to Gollum. See, we have heard that almost as often as you have heard yourself telling you how good you are, which means pretty much on a daily basis, and quite frankly we find it ever so amusing that you need to dig into a fucking book to find an insult? How, original. But to be frank, the leatherface-insult wasn’t that much more original, somehow we always get hit by comparisons to masked horror-movie villains, be it Hannibal Lecter of Leatherface, Dammit, what is up with you people? Can’t you make a fucking insult without comparing us TO THE MOST OBVIOUS THINGS! Hell, its same as if our dear GAM-stablemate Liam Alexander was told to “watch less buffy”, just pathetic. Please, if you find the urge to go on more boring as F*ck speeches, please come up with something not thought up by someone else.”

He waves his head in disbelief, rolling his eyes as he continues

“And you think it’s witty or original to go into “yo momma is”- ribs? For fucking gods sake, you call us clichéd, yet you toss every overused and tired rib in the world. You claim to have watched our promos, yet you don’t seem to understand why we are like this. If you had taken your head out of the bosses crotch for longer time that it takes to swallow, you would know that we weren’t like this since birth. And that is why we don’t mind picking you apart. See, we became like this because we gave all we had, we cried, we sweated, we bled for what we used to love, This Sport. Wrestling. The cuts, the bruises, the injuries, they all made their mark on us, finally making us what you see.”

A certain tension can be heard in his voice as he mocks the abysmal promo of Aurora, showing that he is not amused one bit of her childish jokes.

“Just so you can comprehend it, this mask is no gimmick, it was a necessity, we HAD to put it on, when the mutilation to our face became too intense for us to see in the mirror.. the mutilation received in sanctioned matches so brutal that your little triplets would get fucking nightmares just by thinking of em,”
He leans forward and looks to the camera, pretending to look surprised
”What? Don’t look so shocked, you must have realized you aren’t the only one who can snoop around, finding out stuff you shouldn’t know about.

Chuckling a bit for what he apparently thinks to be a good joke, SuMa leans back again and continues, his voice picking the usual “no-bullshit” tone

“But the fucking fact that you decided to insult out intelligence, just fucking makes us want to burst into tears for the sheer abysmality and ridiculousness of that little line. Havent you fucking listened us at all, as week in and week out we have proved that we not only outpower EVERYONE here, but also outsmart everyone. We took Riflewilly to school after he took US for granted simply because we let him pin Fields. We proved to Shaw why we are called a machine, as we totally destroyed him, and we scared Deas so fucking thoroughly that he had to make up his own protection agency so he could muster the fucking courage to address us. Hell, you say we are a walking contradiction, but you little miss DeViagra, are a walking bag of unoriginality.”

He suddenly gets up and walks right up to the camera, speaking in a mocking voice.

“And now we are going to take a leaf out of your book miss DeViant, and babble about something irrelevant to the match to make this promo feel a lot longer.”

He steps back, swiping his hair from falling to his masked face and continues.

“Aurora, you better put your world-title aspirations on check, as we don’t think Stryfe would want you to fight a God Among Men. See, the way you refer to yourself as the next world champion of EWF, gives us the feeling that either you don’t think Liddel nor Stryker can defeat “the Phoenix”, which we think wont be a very welcome opinion amongst the Gods, nor with Stryfe, or you are saying that you will take the belt from either of the said gentlemen, which is not gonna sit well with the rest of us, nor Stryfe. Besides, what the hell do you think merits you to a World-Titleshot anyway? Thus far you got the same merits as us, beating Shaw. Maybe we should lobby for a World-titleshot if that is all that is needed. Seriously Aurora, admit it already, you are a selfish, egotistical cunt who thinks she can do what she wants, simply because she owns a pair of fake tits and a cunt that attracts the boss like honey attracts bees.”

a Grin spreads to his face as he finishes the sentence and he pulls that mocking voice again.

“Now with the enlonging of a promo behind, we can get back to making our point, an art that seems to be beyond your grasp Aurora.”

He groans and returns to his seat, speaking in a amused voice.

“Seriously, you claim we are repetitive, yet you keep returning into insulting our parents, and referring to how we must be outrageous about Jenny and Stryfe, when we made VERY clear last week that we want nothing to do with this whole fucking mess, and the only reason we would ever fight you would be when you poke your botoxified mug to our business. Aurora, please take the cock out of your mouth long enough to see and hear what we want to say, we will spell it out to you word by word so you can gulp a mouthful of cock between em: WE-DON’T-GIVE-A-FLYING-F*ck-OF-YOUR-LITTLE-MENAGE-A-TROIS! Was that simple enough for you? You fail to realize that much like you, we need Stryfe to get what we want. The difference is that you want power, money, cock and titles, while all we want is to hurt people. See, its so simple, we like to hurt people. And granted, that isn’t the most original thing to say in this business, atleast we are being truthfull, to the point AND honest.”

The large shoulders of SuMa get tensed again as he drops his head and speaks with a low, disappointed voice.

“And imagining that we actually thought you had some sort of an ace up your sleeve, seeing the way how you called us out last week, this borefest you call a promo is a HUGE letdown. Seriously, we almost fell asleep when we watched it the first time and decided to just fast forward to the last minute to get the relevant message out of it. Aurora, we have this odd feeling that the only reason you challenged us was because you have Stryfe to help you incase we get an upperhand. Just like Tiffany beat Queen only because you helped her, then only way you will beat us is if Stryfe helps you. See, unlike you, we care about EWF. Revolution and our stablemates at Gods Among Men. The Battle Royal at Xtreme Collision was a great example, first we told Stryfe that should we win, we would go after the title not held by a GAM-member, which would have been the tag-titles alone if Stryker had been up to his game and beat his opponent, the paper-champion Linn.. And when we heard that Paul Anderson was affiliated with Stryfe, we let him win, because we didn’t mind taking one for the team, something you seem to be unable to grasp. Last week, versus Shaw, you kept yapping about the Stryfe Stranglehold on EWF, only mentioning yourself, Stryfe, your sister and Ryan MacKenzie. Its all fine and dandy, made an impressive pointless tirade, but you failed to realize that Stryfe has had a stranglehold on Revolution for a long time, thanks to Stryker, Liam Alexander and ourselves.”

SuMa gets up from the chair again, looking to the camera with his cold, hard stare, speaking in a deep, threatening voice.

“Stryfe, we are telling you, keep a closer look on your wife, as if she doesn’t stop parading around and making a general nuisance of herself with her egotistical, elitist bullshit, you might lose something you don’t want, your friends. We seriously urge you to tell her to keep a lid on her hole, both of em to be exact, and get your head together as we ask: Which one are you willing to lose, a woman who has a history of disappearing for long periods, returning when least expected, sometimes with a surprise, three this time, or the group that has shed blood, sweat and tears to ensure your dominion in EWF, your friends, your allies, the Gods Among Men? Think about it Stryfe, Think about it long and hard. And Aurora, please do not resort to Alex’s help when we face, it wouldn’t be fair for anyone to see Stryfe screw us to give your ego a stroke.”

SuMa emphasized words “Screw” and “Stroke” as he spoke, clearly speaking in double entredes.

“But be as it may, maybe if we just laid down and let you pin us, you would finally stop pestering us, seeing as our Sister has already left Revolution. Yeah, she left, because she got a better offer elsewhere. But do consider this Aurora: Do you want to discredit the most imposing force Stryfe has on the lower end of the card? Do you want to make Stryfe lose one of his intimidation factors, Us. See, the only reason why Stryfe has been untouchable way before you arrived, was the fact that everyone who had a beef with him, knew that if they did something about it, they would have three merciless monsters to deal with, four if you count in the newest addition, the future World Champ. And no, we aren’t talking about you lassie, we are talking about a man who has underestimated your family once and wont do it again, Alex Liddel. See, we too can go subtly around the point to talk longer, it just aint our style, anyway, the point is: For you, this is a win-win situation, if we beat you, you can go cry to Alex how we mistreated you and ask him to help you take revenge, and if you beat us, you got a claim on a title, not officially though, and not the world-title. But to us and the Gods Among Men, this is a lose-lose situation, as if we beat the living hell out of you, we will be ruining Stryfes much anticipated wedding and making him look like a total jackass by booking you versus us, and if we lose, we will look ridiculous, losing to a woman.”

He sighs again, showing clear annoyance and disappointment, continuing with a tired voice.

“And on the last bit of your directionless rambling, you began to talk about my health, wealth and such. First of all: We don’t need family, because having one means you trust somebody, we trust nobody save ourselves. Jenny… She never was anything else but a nuisance to us, and seeing how fast Alex got into her pants only to ditch her once you showed up, shows that she is very gullible woman, and Stryfe is a douche who jumps to any pu**y offered to him. Our health? Sorry to break it to you girlie, but you cannot do anything to us that we haven’t already endured and survived, so your boast of taking our health away from us, is null and void. Only health you can take from us is our mental health, whatever is left of it anyway, because if we are subjected to even one more of your sleep-inducing hypingsessions, we are going to go even more mad we are already. Our wealth? Seriously, are you that shallow? Do you seriously think that we keep this appearance because we don’t have money? Shut up and check your facts bitch, we got more money we need, hell, we could afford a boob-job, facelift and a liposuction to you and your sister if we wanted, but seeing as you both already have gotten atleast dozen of the said procedures, it would be a waste of time. Anyways, it didn’t occur to you that we keep our appearance because we take pride on it? Every cut, every bruise, every scar, tells a story. It tells that unlike you, we worked our ass off to get here, it tells that we didn’t have to lay down and take it up the ass by the boss to get a titleshot, it tells that we didn’t need to spout a trio of fucking toddlers to catch the bosses attention.”

SuMa is starting so show some serious signs if being pissed off, and the cameraman reacts by taking a step back.{/}

“To us Aurora, it seems that you don’t got any idea how things really work, seeing as you think that everybody cares about fixing any flaws in em, you must have no idea what it feels to actually work for something you desire. From what we gather, all your life you have either paid or fucked your way to what you wanted. Seriously Aurora, by your definition, we might have nothing to be thankful of, but newsflash: There are more things to be thankful than you realize. We are thankful of being able to live our dream of being a wrestler, the only reason we have taken all this abuse, we are thankful to have been accepted into this promotion, we are thankful for having enough money that we don’t need to throw it around and brag with it, we are thankful that we are feared, respected and envied for what we have accomplished. And we are thankful that our promos don’t bore people to sleep like yours.”

He walks back to the chair, kicking it aside with a furious kick before turning back to the camera.

“Aurora, usually this would be the time we begin to spout our usual catchphrases, but seeing as you are offended by the fact that people actually care about em, we are going to just make sure people understand who we are.”

He begins to speak in his usual manic, low voice, emphasizing every break and pause with a heavy inhalation.

“We are a twisted, sick pervert, we are an imposing figure, a contradicting enigma, a monster with brains. We are a man who has gone through too much shit in his life to listen for the whining of a bitter woman who acts like a teenage girl with a temper tantrum, we are what you see, we are what we are. We are The Supreme Machine.”

He bows his head and lets his hands drop down, before continuing.

“And seeing as you saw the need to spout a catchphrase after mocking ours, we decided to tell you this: Hey, you hypocritical slut, until we meet at Revolution…”

He swiftly yanks his head, looks to the camera with a wide grin and raises the thumb of his left had while stating in a overly cheery voice.
“Have a SUPREME DAY!!!!!”

The camera begins to zoom out as SuMa falls to his praying position and the scene fades to black, with one more word echoing in the darkness.

”Bitch”
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