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| How Your Darkest Nightmare Becomes!; RP # 1 | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Nov 28 2007, 12:05 PM (272 Views) | |
| Creed | Nov 28 2007, 12:05 PM Post #1 |
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Scene 1: A Blast From The Past Eric Karma gets up from his loss and kicks the ropes knowing he got screwed over! But out of no where a masked man comes out from the crowd with a steel chair and slides into the ring getting behind Karma. He than calls Karma’s name and Karma gets planted in the face with a steel chair! Stubbs: WHOA! What the hell? Who is this? The man takes of his mask slowly to reveal it is Jay Encina! He than picks up Karma and hits his pattern move called the West Coast Crunch straight onto the chair breaking Karma’s back in half! He than looks at the crowd and decides to end Karma’s EWF Career! He picks up Karma again and once again nails the West coast crunch sending him once again straight until the chair! EMT’s come out to look at Eric Karma as Jay slides out of the ring with a smile on his face! The camera zooms in to the bloody face of Karma as the scene fades to black. Scene 2: God Dont Want Me I awoke in a bright light, unable to move. I couldn't see anything, and my voice emitted no sound. There were people around me, I could hear them. I could hear them discussing my fate. They were angels. They were different voices, but their minds spoke as one. There was no bickering among them, they all just made observations. They spoke of different things I had brought about. My achievements, my failures, all were laid out here. They were writing a detailed description of my life. They went in chronological order, from birth, to adolescence to adult to death. They smiled on good deeds and frowned on the bad. I smiled and frowned along with them. They began compiling a list of my life works. I relived my childhood, my bonding times with my mom, the time we went to the mall. But then there were bad times. The way my father beat me, I saw my father beat my mom, Jay Encina blasting me with that chair to my face. I thought I had seen the worst in the trial. The angels surrounding me began listing my sins. They began with little things, like taking the loose change off the kitchen counter, but I slowly grew more and more ashamed as my sins increased in magnitude. I killed and commit violence using God's name. I blasphemes God's name and calling myself the Chosen One, the New Messiah, The Messenger. I was fearful of what this trial might bring. For hours, days, and weeks these angels were kept busy listing my sins. I wanted to yell, "Stop!" but I couldn't. The light was blinding me and my fear caused me to sweat. Then something I hadn't expected happened. They began questioning me. They asked me why I had committed those sins, and what I had hoped to gain from it. And after each sin was listed they asked, "Was this more valuable than eternal life?" The question stunned me. I had never seen my life in that perspective. I suppose that's another sin. I had never taken the time to know God, to know his plan for me, to know that He loved me. And I realized that I already knew my fate. My fear grew. My body trembled. I was unable to think. I couldn't answer the questions any more. I looked for a loophole but could find none. And finally the questions came to an end with another question. One of the angels asked, "What is your verdict Lord? Does this man deserve eternal life?" The place was eerily quiet and I could hear my ragged breathing. My fingernails dug into my palms and sweat dripped from my face. My body shivered as I awaited the Eternal's answer. And then my answer came. It came in a unique voice with the qualities of every voice I had ever heard in it. It was like every person who had ever lived was speaking in unison. And that unanimous vote just made it all the worse. The voice proclaimed my fate in a single word, "No." I broke down crying and screaming and asked the only question left available to me, "Why?" The Lord spoke eloquently in his unbroken response,[/i] "Throughout this entire trial you never asked forgiveness. Throughout your entire life, you never asked for my grace. The only reason you regret your sins is because now you will be subject to eternal peril. Throughout your entire life you never listened to me. I loved you, and yet you betrayed me. Why is the question indeed." I sat there and wept left speechless and ashamed by the Lord's testimony. He was right. I never had asked forgiveness. I had sinned and had not repented. I had become evil. I was a work of the devil. I was a demon. I was going to burn. I was crying. I was weak. I needed the Lord now, and now was the only time he wouldn't listen. And then the light began to fade. The screen fads to black........ Scene 3: The Beginning of A n Dark Era The scene opens to Malboglia, Jamie "The Altarboy", and Dr. Howard huddled around a very unhealthy looking Eric Karma. His hair was still a mess, his five o’clock shadow was still scruffy, and of course he still had the dark circles under his eyes. Eric continued to stare at the wall. Malbogia: “We should get him to a hospital quick.” Dr. Howard: “Actually his pupils aren’t as dilated anymore. Nothing is wrong with him.” “What do you mean?” “He would’ve thrown up by now. It’s like he doesn’t have a concussion from the chair shots he took. He’s stuck in some form of hypnosis.” “Whoa, wait, what?” “He’s dreaming but his eyes are open.” “So he knocked himself out cold and he’s still sleep?” “Affirmative.” “What could he be dreaming about?” Scene 4: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This The scene quickly flashes to Karma who is seen wearing a pair of boots, denim blue jeans with a tear at the knees, black belt, and a white t-shirt with a rip across the left shoulder. He’s still standing next to the gravestone. Is this right? Who is Creed? I’m not Creed…am I? This is too weird. The last I remembered…I don’t remember anything. This is too much. Does anyone know how it feels to be forgotten? I had never been forgotten before. Well actually I wouldn’t know. Here I am walking through a dirt path not knowing how I got there or who I am. I couldn’t remember my name, I couldn’t even remember my life. What had happened? Whatever happened I was bound to find out. I reached the front gates of the cemetery. The sign above the gate read…Sanitarium Cemetery…I began to walk down the sidewalk until I reached a near by gas station. The cashier looked at me in a funny way and I couldn’t figure out why. I walked to the back and grabbed a bottle of Ozarka water. I opened it and took a chug before walking to the counter and paying for it. Once I paid and left I sat on the curb and began to drink the water. A homeless man walked over to me and sat next to me. Homeless Guy: “YO CREED! I know I always ask, but have you got a few dollars? I’m starving.” “Who is Creed?” “Come on man, don’t play dumb with me. You disappeared for three days, you used to come to this corner store to get blunts and Gatorade every night. It’s me…Sam. What happened to you?” “I’m Creed?” “Haha SHIT! You must be hammered. Yeah, you’re Creed. The baddest mother fucker on earth. You jumped from a tree into a pit of barbwire. That takes serious balls.” “I’m Creed.” I began to think to myself…I’m Creed. I took a deep breath and said it again with a little more authority…I’M CREED! Just as I said Creed one last time I felt a heavy sandbag hit me in the side of the face. It felt great to be hit with so much force. I blinked when I was hit and once I opened my eyes I couldn’t believe what I saw. The homeless man, the concrete, the curb, and the corner store were gone. Where the homeless guy once sat I saw a guy in a lab coat, a guy dressed rather casually smoking a blunt, and another man who was also dressed casually. I had no clue who these men where. Scene 5: Back To Reality “Master Eric….are you alright? Sorry I had to hit you.” Who is Master Eric I thought to myself as I looked at this man. “I am Creed.” “No, you are Eric Karma.” “No. Creed.” Jamie “The Altarboy”: “Who is Creed?” “Creed is who I am. This Eric fellow you speak of…yes I’ve heard many story’s of him. He’s a weak individual. He went around beating up on my body. Eric Karma is nothing but a figment of my imagination. Eric Karma…the forgotten child, has now become the forgotten human being. We all know that Eric Karma was the chosen one but what we don’t know is past. He…well actually I became the chosen one of Heaven, but it wasn’t because I was loved by my parents, it was simply because I was mistreated by my father and Heaven felt that I symbolizes every human suffering in the world. A very young Eric Karma had a father who brutalize him and hits him whatever object that motherfucker have his hands on. I didn’t have much of a family growing up. There was just only violence, blood spill and brutality. As far as I’m concerned Eric Karma is dead.” Malboglia leaves his seat and goes to the kitchen. Dr. Howard follows him and leans on the counter as Malboglia pours them both a glass of Red Wine. “Uhmm...” “Yeah he’s lost it. He’s suffering from split personalities.” “So he’s got an alter-ego?” “Exactly. I don’t know how long it will last though. Some people it lasts forever, for some people just a matter of days.” “This is great I’m gonna make sure he stays as Creed.” “What? Are you insane? There’s no telling what he’s capable of.” “Oh he’ll be fine doc. It’s a split personality…he thinks he’s someone else it’s not that bad.” “Well I’m tired as hell so I’ll call in the morning to check up on him.” “You want a little…” “Is it Red Truck?” “Yeah.” “Let met get some of that shit.” Malboglia reaches into the cupboard and gets a glass and pour some red wine into it and hands it to Dr. Howard. Howard drank the wine and puts the glass down on the counter and heads to the front door. He leaves and closes the door behind him. Meanwhile Malboglia is entering the living room where Eric…Creed is sitting in the chair drinking Jack Daniels whiskey straight from the bottle. “Crooked as Doctors…so… Creed! Do you know what we are here for?” “EWF.” “Ok. What’s your favorite thing in the world?” “Sound of Humans Begging For Forgiveness.” “Ok…second favorite.” “Violence.” “OK…third.” “Brutality.” “So what are you planning to do?” “Wreck havoc on EWF.” “But you were pulled out in the roster because you were taken out by that Jay Encina” “I wasnt taken out by Jay Encina, he took out Eric Karma. Eric Karma was a weakling pretending to be a violent Son of A Bitch. But Creed, Creed is the Embodiment of Extreme!” (Looks at Jamie)Looks like we have our Master Eric back and more Jamie... Jamie just looks back at Malboglia nodding his head and has a wicked grin on his face as the scene starts to fade to black That my friend was the day Creed was born. That was about two months ago. Two months ago I became what everyone fears the most. Someone once told me a wolf can catch a sheep at any moment, but it takes a wolf to catch a wolf. And if EWF's a wolf then I guess that makes me a wolf as well. END SCENE |
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