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Cody Longpre
06-22-2004, 12:21 AM
The scene openes in a mansion. Somone appears to be sitting in a chair as the camera comes up from behind. The camer gets over the head and gets a shot of the TV. On the screen there is the image of Gary Francis pinning CK Wylde. The scene keeps getting rewound and played over and over. The camera moves around the chair and reveals that it is CK Wylde who is sitting in the chair, and he is in a trance, focussed on the TV.

Wylde: As I sit in this chair, watching this TV, staring and surfacng the memories that haunt me, I have realised that I lost part of my life. That X Title was a huge part of my life. it got me places. He got me in main-event matches, it got me first in line at air ports, and most of all it got me respect. i maybe a hated amn in uCw, but I know that i had, and would like to think that i still do have respect.

Wylde sits up out of his chair and turns off the TV. He looks up on his wall at a picture of him holding up his uCw X Title. he stares at it for a while and then turns back to the camera.

Wylde: You see that picture. Thatw as the ebst day of my life when i won that belt. It got me everything I ever wanted. This house, all my clothes, a better life for my family, and it just made things easier. I came up from a ****ing gymnasium that sat 20 god damn people! 20 PEOPLE! I put my ass on the lien to get a rise out of 20 people! 20 people who just never gave a damn! But that is when my life all changed. i met Dust. he came into ym locker room and made me an offer I could not refuse. He told me he had been watching ,me for a while and took me into uCw. He became my mentor and tought me how to act,a nd do things to get me where I wanted to be in my career. With his guidance I made the most impressive debut in uCw history. That debut was also the day that I met Gary Francis.

Wylde holds his hands in front of his face as if he is becoming frustratd and then slowly moves them from his face. He walks around his living room and slowly makes his way to the kitchen and downs a glass of water.

Wylde: I will never forget that day. It is etched in my mind. It haunts me, yet it also makes me joyful at the same time. It was because of this blood feud we had that i got to the top, because he brought out the best of me, and I in him. And we put on matches so good that the winer recieved all the acolades. I used him as my stepping stone to the top of this company. I was the longest reigning champion in uCw's early history. I always came out on top Gary, never would I think you would get the best of me. But, **** the interferance from Main Man, you beat me. There were no rules, so technically you followed the rules. But make no mistake, I am still upset with the outcome of the match.

Wylde begins to walk again and take the camera crew on a tour of his mansion. He shows them almost everything he has. He shows them his entertainment room, wrestling room, weight room, bedrooms and everything.

Wylde: You see evrything in this house Francis. I'm living the life of a true king. This isb how all of us True Kings live. We mke the bigs bucks, and we spend the big bucks. it wasn't that long ago that I was living in a **** hole, making **** money. but the True Kings changed all that. but I am missing one thing that every True King deserves, and thrives upon...gold. 10 pounds of it to be exact, and it is supposed to be around my waist. But the problem is, I don't have any gold on my waist. That makes me angry, and makes me a bitter person. You see...I feel sorry for those I step into the ring with now because I am taking all of that anger out on them. But there are a few things that i am picturing in the ring. One of them is The Main Man, and the other is YOU FRANCHISE. You see, you call yourself the Franchise, but I clearly am the Franchise player in uCw, along with Dust and Drago.

Wylde begins to walk again and leads the camera crew to his garage. in the garage is a 2003 911 Turbo Porche, a Harlley Davidson, and a 2004 Ford F350. Wylde drops the talegate and sits on it.

Wylde: I have bitched about my problems, and I seem to have done nothing yet. So I have been slapping ymself in the face over this. As upset as I am, I have a rematch. As the former champion I am entitled to a rematch for my belt, and believe me Francis, I will take that rematch. But the outcome will be differant than that of our last match, I can assure you of that. Next time I will be more sadist and cerbrial than you, or anyone has ever seen me. I will unleash what I am feeling towards you. Then my hand will be raised in voctory as I stand over your broken body!

Just then CK Wyldes wife enters the garage with a CD and hands it off to Wylde. She kisses him and then sits on his lap.

Wylde: This Gary...this is my wife. in her is our son. I will not let my kid know that his daddy was beatin by a sorry piece of **** like yourself. When he is born in a few weeks his daddy will hold him along with my title belt. He will be born into greatness. Becayse you see, the champions get bigger paychecks than most. Bigger paychecks to me means a better life,a nd i don't want me and my family to go back to our old life. You are the person standing in my way of that. I refuse to be knocked down the uCw food chain.

Wylde stes his wife on the the floor and she heads back into the house. Wylde opens the door to the truck and puts his CD, and then he blares "Bulls On Parade" by Rage Against the Machine.

Wylde: This is the anthem of CK Wylde. It is also the last thing you hear Gary before your ass is wheeled out of the arena! it is the anthem that every time you here, you will know that I amm better than you. Contrary to what you may believe, you and I are far from through. WE ARE JUST GETTING STARTED!

Wylde steps back into his truck and slams the door. He opens the garage door and then rips out peeling his tires. He takes off down the road as the cameras fade.
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Leeve feedback if ya want. This was just cause iw as bored! :winkok:

Peoples King
06-22-2004, 01:19 AM
Cody I think you have done it. That was brilliant. It was different from anything you have done before and I just have to say it was..... wow. The great thing about that RP is that you help other people create RPs of their own. Great stuff. Its 2:21Am and you had my full attention. Great stuff!

Cody Longpre
06-22-2004, 02:04 AM
OOC: Wow, thanx for the comment Kingy! I was ging for something different. But thanks a lot for the feedback, I appreciate it! :winkok:

TheMainMan25
06-22-2004, 01:32 PM
C.K. that was the single best rp you've ever done. You combined trash-talking with a little background stuff and came up with something great. Good job baby (actually F-You! Now I have to go back and rewrite mine since it's not as good, and you know how I hate losing). :madfawk:

TheMainMan25
06-22-2004, 07:04 PM
It’s funny how the mind deals with stress. Some people allow stress to overwhelm them, compromising their immune system and in some cases making themselves sick. Others retreat into themselves, hoping that whatever is going wrong will simply…go away. The Main Man does neither. He confronts his problems and embarrassment head on, in his own time and his own way. But the mind is a funny thing and will often deal with things the way it wants to, and when it wants to. Often times it does so at the one time when most people want complete peace-in their sleep, or more accurately in their dreams.

The Main Man tosses and turns in his bed, images of the past swimming in his mind. He sees his mother, his father, brothers-of which he’s the oldest. They walk about like ghosts, vague images. They don’t seem to see him. The Main Man sees himself as a young, skinny, boy in his first home on 40th street. He remembers watching Hulk Hogan on WWF Saturday Mornings, he remembers watching the Macho-Man Randy Savage, Junkyard Dog, Ultimate Warrior, Ric Flair, and dreaming of someday being like them, and even surpassing them. Suddenly, in a blur of color and images, his old home disappears and he finds himself in a vaguely familiar arena, similar to uCw only not as large and expensive. In fact, it’s kinda crappy. The Main Man looks around and suddenly remembers what this scene is. This is the arena of the IWO, around 1998, six years ago. This is where the Main Man, got his start, even though he wasn’t the Main Man back then. What the hell is he doing here? None of the fans seem to see him, which is fine with the Main Man. He doesn’t want to be bothered anyway.

But why is he here? The Main Man tries to think but can’t remember. He looks down to the ring and sees more vaguely familiar figures. The first is that of a woman, young, beautiful, with golden-red hair cascading down her back. What was her name? Victoria, Valerie? The Main Man can’t remember, he knows it started with a “V”. Towering over her with a sick smile on his face, is a face that the Main Man has no problem remembering. He’s a huge man, well over 7ft tall, and he’s intent on breaking the back of the young woman cowering in the ring below him. The Main Man remembers this scene very well. But if these two are here, the HE can’t be far behind.

The Main Man turns towards the stage entrance, and sure enough here he comes. Magic Mikey Maddox runs to the stage. The Main Man looks at his younger self with amusement, and with more than a little embarrassment. Wearing multi-colored tights with frilly things on the end, and his hair too high, he looks like a strange mix of Lenny Kravitz, Kid N’Play, and the Disco Inferno. Michael Maddox stops and looks at the Main Man, to the Main Man’s surprise.

TMM:
You are one goofy looking mother ****er.

Maddox:
You look familiar. You look like a bigger version of….ME?

TMM:
You’re smart too. Who would’ve thought?

Maddox:
You are me! Cool! Means, I’m gonna grow another few inches!

TMM:
Hooray for you.

Maddox:
Since you’re here, that must mean that you’re here to help.

TMM:
Help with what, Tinkerbell?

Maddox (pointing to the ring):
With HIM! He’s got Vanessa down there! If we don’t stop him, he may kill her!

TMM:
Vanessa, that’s what her name was.

Maddox:
So are you coming or not?

Mikey Maddox starts down the ramp. The Main Man grabs his arm.

TMM:
Forget that, kid. It won’t work. You’re gonna have to start caring about yourself, and yourself only.

Maddox:
You can’t be me, because I would NEVER say something like that. Let go of me. Let…go…of…me.

Mikey Maddox yanks his arm away from the Main Man and runs down the ramp. The Main Man turns and walks towards the stage. He doesn’t watch, because he already knows what happens. That kid is going to fight bravely, but stupidly, and is going to literally be beaten within an inch of his life. He will spend months in the hospital, transforming his body and his mind. And when he returns, Magic Mikey Maddox will have started to become the person his is today, the Main Man. And why would he want to stop that after all? And as it turns out, Vanessa was setting him up. She was in no real danger, but the kid wouldn’t listen, his problem.

The Main Man walks to the stage and pulls apart the curtains to go backstage. The curtains open and the Main Man is suddenly blinded by a bright light and the ovation of thousands. The Main Man’s eyes adjust and he’s greeted by a familiar sight. The uCw arena, and his fans. Now, this is his element! He looks down and sees D-Dogg at his feet, bleeding from the chair that has somehow appeared in the Main Man’s hands. The Main Man looks at the ring. It’s full of combatants dueling with each other to be the victor. But while the Main Man’s here, there can only be one victor-him.

The Main Man runs down to the ring and slides in. He hits one nancy-boy, then another, then another. Suddenly, time seems to stand still and the wrestlers stop what they are doing and turn towards him. In slow motion they attack him in unison. “Bitches” the Main Man thinks, they can’t take him one on one so they gang up on him. The Main Man tries to move but he’s reacting as slowly as they are. Every blow seems to take an eternity to strike him, and every instance of pain is magnified tenfold. The Main Man tries to fight back, but he can’t, his arms feel like they are encased in cement. So he covers up and waits for the assault to end. But it doesn’t and just as he feels consciousness slipping away from him, he is lifted to his feet. The Main Man opens his eyes and sees C.K. Wylde flip him off before hoisting him over the top rope. The Main Man falls to the floor, the pain of the beating he just took washing over him like waves. He looks up and sees a young boy, dressed just like him. The little boy removes the sunglasses he was wearing and looks down, obviously upset that the Main Man let him down. It is then that other feelings washes over the Main Man, embarrassment and anger. Embarrassment that he had been defeated so soundly by the rest of the roster, and anger at all of them, especially C.K. Wylde. No one has ever embarrassed the Main Man like this-not even Dust. And now they all have to pay. The Main Man tries to raise himself off of the floor, but can’t-he’s sustained too much injury. He feels like he’s dying-he knows he is. And as blackness envelops him, the only thought that runs through his mind in…how much Serena is going to be upset…..Serena…..

The Main Man wakes up in a cold sweat. What the hell kind of dream was that, he thinks to himself. He looks over to his night-stand and throws away the half-eaten chili dog resting there. No more spicy food before bedtime. The Main Man gets up and takes a swim in his indoor pool, just to calm down a little. He wonders what that dream meant. Probably nothing, but there were some things that were a little too accurate, such as the embarrassment and anger that he felt being eliminated at the battle royal. One way or another, all of them will have to pay for that. One way or another…..

End

Mr. Long
06-22-2004, 08:09 PM
Damn! All that over a chili dog.


Kickass rp MM.

Cody Longpre
06-23-2004, 04:18 AM
:winkok: Off the hook MM!