Friends and Enemies (8 Man Tag)

[Prometheus]

Loss
–noun
1. detriment, disadvantage, or deprivation from failure to keep, have, or get: to bear the loss of a robbery.
2. something that is lost: The painting was the greatest loss from the robbery.

The Scene opens up on James Moriarty Cassius, he sits alone in a park in the middle of winter. His cheeks are rose red and his nose match one another. His arms are wrapped tight to his body, ending in his pockets as he buries his mouth into his scarf. He looks wistfully away into the distance, the source of the oncoming wind. He blinks as snow starts to patter onto his forehead, it wakes him from the trance and he gets up to move. As he does, the camera moves with him. Cassius is startled by this but looks almost unhappy to see it once he realizes what it is. He sighs as he begins to speak, muffled through his scarf.

Losses do occur. Losses can be a tragic event that can throw many people into disarray. The comments in your head whirl around like a tempest, trying to decipher what on earth happened. “How on earth could I lose to him? How could I be the one that failed?” I have seen such occurrences before where individuals can eat themselves alive after a loss they felt so sure about. They throw around blame, they look at their loss as a sign of those around them. The Referee is a common blame. The opponent is another. But that is only what they say. Not what they think. They think what they could never say, what it is a cardinal sin to exhume from their mouth in this world of alpha-male politics and egotistical ranting. That it was their own fault.

How could they dare say it? It makes one look weaker than before. That they were defeated by themselves. They pinned themselves as much as the enemy pinned them. And then comes the horrid realization that if they could not defeat themselves, how could they ever manage to defeat someone else? It is an insult you bring onto yourself. And yet, here I am willing to talk about it. Willing to tell you all that I was incapable of building a successful repertoire against him and now he stands successful and I am the failure. Some may even say that he has become more Royal than The Prince of Cats. And perhaps for now, they are right. Therefore what should I do? Should I try and keep Judge in my sights? Should I plague him like his murderer, following his footsteps and gain my petty revenge that way? No. I have a better idea. I can meet the Judge head on, I can prove myself by making sure that I do what Judge is trying to do.

I am going to destroy the EWE champion.

That is the prize and it is something that can be lost in the shuffle. The Judge has six more sins to deal with. The Champion and The Challenger have to remember where they are and that makes themselves distracted. Perhaps that makes me the only one focused truly on the prize. The EWE title is where it is at and it makes me shocked to see that so many people forget that. They get so carried away in their petty relationships, about who defeated them, who spilled coffee on them backstage and so on and so forth like a circle of mediocrity.

Cassius has continued to walk at this point, he speaks as he travels up a path, the snow starting to fall down around him.

I however will not. I know that if I can make a pinfall, it will be noticed. If I can be the one to claim the victory and leave the champion and challenger, then I get the chance. And even if both Omar and T-Dog end up realizing that they are actual wrestlers, I will still hold advantage over them. And advantage over a champion is the greatest thing you can hold in this business next to being the champion himself. I want that because it seems I am the only one who has the desire to. I am theo only one who is in it not for himself bt for what the company represents. Can Omar say that or can he only say he was in the right place at the right time? Can T-Dog say that he is going into his title match to win the title or is he there just to fight his enemy? To fight his friend? I doubt it.

I will enter this eight man match-of-mayhem with the aim of proving myself to be grander than thee. Greater than the EWE Champion. Grander than his challenger, whom I defeated the day before he was announced as being given the title shot. How pathetically unfair and partial is that? Yet that is not my point. My point is to prove myself so that no longer can I be denied what I deserve. My point is to prove that, despite the fact that I can lose to The Judge on a freak Saturday, I am a man of impeccable ability. I am a man who is greater than Omar Gibson yet gets no chance. Defeating the EWE champion lets everyone know that there is something fishy going on. That James Moriarty Cassius is being held down by someone.

Cassius reaches a large arching gate that signals the end of the park and the start of the rest of the world, stone buildings, roads and cars. He stares out at it and then back towards the nature of the park.

Let it be known that this is my course of action. Let it be known that I am there for reasons like this alone. I am here to embarrass the EWE Champion and make him hang his head in shame. I am there to make him take note of me, that I am the one true thing he needs to defeat before then next Pay-Per-View if he wants to call himself great. I am there also to remind T-Dog that he still plays a poor second man to me. He should be aware but he may need a reminder that he is there due to the fact he has a history, not through skill. All he has is the fact that he knew Omar and hates him. I hate Judge more, I can promise you that, I am not about undershadowing or overshadowing. It is about the title. I hat ehim because he could get the title in the most prestigious way. A Pay-Per-View. Via defeating the boss. God, it is beautiful. And how much I wish I could be him. But then again, I could deny him by being the EWE Champion before he gets there.

Cassius moves through the archway of the park and into the world, turning left down the road, leaving the camera in the harsh wind as the snow begins to pour down from the heavens.

*Scene ends*

[blade13]

The camera comes to life and fades in. Blade "The Future" LaVigne is the solitary man standing in his locker room. Nothing much had changed since last time. The walls were a dark shade of blue, his beige coach sat in front of his small television and Blade was standing over by the bar which took up a rather large portion of the room.

LaVigne’s red sport jacket reflected the glare of the bright fluorescent lights, partially showing the camera’s reflection in the jacket. His blue jeans contrasted with the jacket, and as usual the main thing LaVigne wore was his smile.

He slowly ran his hand through his spiked up hair before letting out a sigh.


Blade LaVigne: My lack of winning is really making me mad..I try so hard and get so far but it I end up failing in the end. Two weeks...since Cold War, I haven't been able to pull off a win here in EWE. This week I will win my match. Trent James, Risen, OBG and I will all team up to battle it out against Ranks, T-Dog..Hayden and JMC.

I feel good about this weeks match, I feel like I can give my team this win. I just need to focus and I need to train a bit harder...I plan on walking into this eight men tag team match with everything I got and I will bring heart into this match.

Slowly LaVigne pulls out a stool and sits down. The cameraman quickly runs around to the other side of the counter, keeping the shot on LaVigne’s face.

Blade LaVigne: Its been a quiet week..but that won't stop me. My opponents can be quiet all they want and that won't stop me from doing what I can to win this match. Team or no team..

I am fight until the end and I will be the one with my name called as the winner and not yours...it will be my arm raised and not yours.

My goal from the start was to become the EWE world champion and I will fight whoever...whenever until I am given the chance and when I get the chance to fight Omar or whoever is the champion at the time...we will declare a new champion...ME!

This week is my week..my week to show my talent..my week to shine and I am not going to let you JMC..or anyone in this match stop me. I see myself onto of the EWE ladder and holding the EWE title.

LaVigne can’t help but let out another sly smile.

Blade LaVigne: I haven't made it that far but one day....trust me one day I will get there and you all will be sorry..

See you all soon..

The scene ends with Blade getting off of the stool and leaving the room. The camera fades to black.

Sorry for the lack of rps...I have the flu :(

[Prometheus]

The scene opens on James Cassius once more, looking as smarmy as usual. He stands in a much sunnier location now, a very clear blue sky and a darker blue sea stand before him. White sands lie between his claimed bench and the ocean. For anyone who has watched too many travel shows would easily realise, JMC is in Greece. He looks cool, calm and relaxed, his arms spread over the chair and his head tilted back. A stark contrast to his previous scene.

Dominance is not always desired. Sometimes people would prefer to be subjugated. To have the decisions taken away from them so they cannot be troubled. It is easier, some may say, to live such a life. Living is easy with eyes closed. They would rather be the second in command to the leader. The Lieutenant of a General. I always thought it an odd way of living. I always thought that the natural desire was for power. To be in control and to be the one forcing the will onto others, that is why we socially interact, it is the main course of communication as a subject. To tell others your own will. It therefore amazes me that there are so many people who have no will or desire to dominate by seeking this golden chance to become the EWE Champion. Eight men in a match where gold is a promising lure and so few seem interested? Have you all been EWE champions before that I did not see? No! Even the Actual EWE Champion has no care as to defend his power. His ability to throw his will over others.


How much would I love this power. How much would I love to be able to be the superior to you all. Superior than The Judge, The One, Jeremiah Ranks. And all of my so called team and all of my enemies would have to see me as the Champion and recognise the fact that I am the Champion. I am their moral superior. Can Omar, the apparent leader of my opposing four-man team, say that as champion that he has such respect? I highly doubt it. In fact I defy to say that he has not proved it at all. You, my friend. Have had one win so far that has counted to get that pretty little piece of belt-candy that you call your legacy. Your title. And I promise thee that you will have no respect until you gain the victory over someone else. For now, you are just the same as any of the Iron Man champion who fail to defend themselves after the first week. Everyone has been an Iron Man at some point, even myself. You at this moment are a poor usurper. A Man who might actually have had luck. Had the simple fateful occurrence to be fighting the EWE champion at a time when the title was in limbo and the Japanese/American was distracted.

A simple little fluke.

The rest of you are no better than your champion. Do you really not want to be champion? We are given a chance to shine, to take the fate of our employment into our own hands and to take command like a puppetmaster. We are given the ability to lead our own lives to the way we want, to the victories that we want and yet do I hear the excited murmurs of possibility? Of Hope. I hear nothing. Do you think that the American Continent would have been populated at all if people were not so keen to take control of their own destiny? Those colonists that most of my so called co-workers descend from wanted gold, they wanted the ability to forge their own direction and leave fate’s decisions for them in the dust of the frontier. But where did that spirit go that you do not want gold any more? Is your American Economy so good? Iron Man Gold, EWE Gold. It makes no difference. You should want it. You should be here for the ego of it all. Whether it is your desire for power. Your desire to satisfy ambition of the fans, your desire to ‘kick some ass’ or your desire to get revenge on another. You should always want a title. I so wish Someone would have desired to verbally battle with me. Trent James is as silent as a mine, Blade LaVigne tries to be the only valiant member of his team. Or Jeremiah Ranks. I would have loved Jeremiah to show his smarmy face at me, splitting the words of the East Coast of America, he beat me for The Iron Man title. You know that? It is a shame for him because from that moment on, he has never set his heights any higher than that belt. Rather stay in the pond with smaller fish and water levels, eh? Or is it lack of desire, just like the others?

I want the title. And my first step in this little plan of mine involves pinning the EWE Champion. By making the contender to look like a pure simpleton and making all the other challengers mere obsolete specks of sand. I will do this just to satisfy my desire to be champion. To Beat the Judge, the only man who has hurt me by gaining a victory over me at my near-best, to the punch of titular hall of fame. To be the Third EWE Champion. The Greatest it has ever seen and to leave a bar so hard to beat that it takes years for a man to come as close.

And quite literally, there is no one there to stop me.

*Scene ends*

[blade13]

The scene opens up with a view of Blade LaVigne back in his lockeroom. Blade sitting down on his leather couch. Blade has his head down as he begins to speak.

I am sorry for being so disrespectful on camera. Whoever is watching, listening right now...I am sorry. I am just anger that the past two weeks I've lost my match. Not only that, I lost a chance to be the world champion and last week I had a chance to become the number one contender for a tag team title. I and Trent James failed but I won't fail this week. James Cassius, the only one to speak up..he is trying to scare me but its not going to work JMC.

Not this time..I am standing my grounds. You may have been the wrestling god in WPW but not here. You failed to beat the Judge last week and you will fail to win this week.

Its a scientifically proven..he loses once...he will lose again!

See, I've been searching for gold ever since signing with EWE..I am willing to do whatever it takes to reach that goal. James..you will try to be the hero but at the end you will fail. No matter what happens here, at Awakening, and keep in mind that when I say whatever happens I mean I will win for my team and I will make should you don't win the EWE title before I do.

Like I said this is my time to prove myself infront of the world. This is my time to shine and that will be proven.

Blade raises his head and continues.

I’m not necessarily what one would describe as an open man, sure I talk fast and frequently, but I never really divulge the details about myself, I will let you all in on a little secret however, my singular fear is irrelevancy.

The one outcome of my career I could not bare would be too weep at the site of an others accomplishments, I do not want to be overwhelmed, or overshadowed, I want to be remembered.

I need to be remembered.

Finally LaVigne is able to face the camera once more, his cold eyes masking all but the most hollow emotions.

All the stories have been told, all the tales have been presented, and now all that is left is for Blade LaVigne to craft a new one. The time of words and speeches is at its end, the conflict which will silence the whispers is about to begin.

James you’ve had your chance to dance amongst the superstars, to share in the spotlight, but I will let you know one thing now: not even ‘James Cassius’ lived forever.”

So James..and everyone else..see you soon.

Very soon!

The Scene ends with Blade getting up and the camera fading to black.

[CTRanks]

Scott: Well it didn’t long for The Jokester to make an impact in EWE! Ted: Congrats to the new Iron Man Champion, who seemed to have Ranks played from the very beginning. Scott: Too true, maybe Ranks isn’t cut out for this particular title.


These words are heard as the scene fades in on a television screen of a video of Awakening 7. The video rewinds.



Ranks stumbles back to his feet and quickly dropkicks Jokester in the knee. He bounces off the ropes and tries to give Jokester a quick kick to the face but the wily Jokester rolls out of the way and greets Jeremiah with a couple more right hands as the champ returns to face him. He pummels Ranks once or twice more, then turns him around and pelts him with an atomic drop. Ranks kicks out of the ensuing pin attempt and rolls back to his feet. Desperate for momentum, Ranks connects with a hard right to Jokester’s midsection, then follows it up with a DDT. Jokester rolls close to the ropes and the wise Ranks pulls him away from them to try for the cover, but Jokester responds with a quick small package pin as Ranks grabs his arm. Taken aback, Ranks is easily put down for a three count.

Winner and NEW Iron Man Champion, The Jokester
Scott: Well it didn’t long for The Jokester to make an impact in EWE! Ted: Congrats to the new Iron Man Champion, who seemed to have Ranks played from the very beginning. Scott: Too true, maybe Ranks isn’t cut out for this particular title.

The camera turns to see Jerimiah Ranks sitting in a locker room sitting on a bench. He wears a tank top drenched in sweat and and some gym shorts. He takes a swig from his water bottle as he continues to stare at the tv screen. He presses a button on the remote and the tape is once again rewound.


Scott: Too true, maybe Ranks isn’t cut out for this particular title.

Jerimiah bows his head as a look of anger comes across his face. He then regains his composure and begins to speak.

That.... That right there is what i been fighting against. Comments like that seep into the annexes of my mind and taunt me. Jerimiah is this, Jerimiah is that. "Oh Ranks, he's not cut out for this." "Oh Ranks, he's not motivated enough." "Oh Ranks, he's just a mid-carder, he will never make it to the main-event."
ENOUGH!

I'm ssssiiiiiiick of it! Everyone wants to down play my accomplishments, down play my drive and down play my ability. I have been fighting against these remarks my whole entire career and the worst part of it all.... the absolute worst part of it all is that... I let it defeat me. All of last week i'm hearing all of this talk about the Iron Man title. They said its cursed, they said Jerimiah wont be able to keep it for more than a week, they said i couldn't beat an old overweight hall of famer and that is exactly what happened. I lost to a man i know i could have beat, but it wasn't due to him beating me. Like always it was me defeating me. See now JMC can preach all he wants about people blame outside forces for their defeats but he can't say that about me. I know and the whole world knows the demons Jerimiah Ranks faces when he walks out to the ring. You can ask anyone how hard i am on myself and how i blame myself for a lot of the mistakes i have made. So once again you
theory like a lot of your theories on life is tainted. When i lose a match this is what i do. I train and i watch video tape, train, video tape, train, video tape. That is all i do during the week. I'm not running my mouth obsessing about my loss last week, i'm not taking strolls through the park or tanning in Greece. My life is this business. I was born and bred into this business. So especially on weeks like this where i know i have some inner work to do, you may not here my voice for awhile, but trust, Jerimiah Ranks is always around.


Jerimiah begins to unwrap his wrist tape.


See thats the problem... people want to count me out before i get started and i in turn i begin to count myself out. I know the problem, i just need to fix it. Ya' know i think, think and think of why i am like this but i can't seem to figure it out. Maybe i don't believe in myself... naw. Maybe i just have performance anxiety... can't be. Maybe i just haven't been given the opportunity to take it to the next level......


Jerimiah looks up as if he has reached a revelation.


That actually sounds plausible. That actual could be the key.... An opportunity to be the headliner, the main-event, the top dog of an organization. Ya see every since i have been in this business i can count on one figure the times i got the chance to be that man. The man who leads the company as there world champ. The only time i got that chance came with five other men vying to be THAT man as well and i would have one if it had not been for my temper. But as for a clean cut one on one, man versus man situation. I have never had that... not even once. Maybe if i did i will be able to finally reach my potential, claim the impeding greatness that awaits me and finally kill these demons that haunt me.




Jerimiah throws his wrists bands down and looks into the camera.


JMC says we should all want the title. Well James, i just don't want it... I NEED IT! My career depends on it. Unlike you James this is not for my ego, this is not about being "superior", this is not me obsessing over one loss against a former ally and stealing his dream. It's about me reaching mine. Ya, see you know how it feels to be the man that exemplifies the core of a company. You know what it feels like to hold your head up high knowing that your are number one.... I don't... and that is why i will not let you nor anyone else stand in my way. Blade... i know your watching and i just want to tell you that i respect you and i share that feeling of having to prove myself each and every step of the way, but i have been doing this for a long time now Blade and im sorry but it's just not your time. Your gonna have to wait a little longer in line because i have been waiting long enough. I have beaten the best of them, i just haven't beaten them when it counts. Well tomorrow i will beat them again, but this time im gonna ride this momentum right to the EWE Championship and there is not a damn thing those seven other competitors in the ring with me will be able to do that will stop me.

No more mistakes. I NEED THIS!

[OBG]

Right Place at the Right Time
-An Old Pharse People use trying to be clever at a certain time
1 - Very Self-Explanatory
2 - If you can't understand it ...well...I can't help you

The scene opens up in a personal gym in Omar's House. There's mirrors all over the room like a fun house. Omar is sitting on his bowflex panting. He is glaring across the room at a chair which has his world title on it.

OBG: O..B..G to J..M..C come in..do you read..can you hear me..? I hope so...because You will not..take this title from me. I don't care if you have Cole or believe that you are going to destroy me. However, You have destroied...many of opponents that has crossed you...I'm not going down the list...because everyone knows...even the new comers. JMC you are a worthy opponent for me and I respect you as a wrestler but You can't beat me. I am more dangerous now then I have ever been. Most People oversee me and most people get alittle worried about me. I mean I am the Champion and I can hold my own. I just see myself more focused...I have...somewhat of clear mind now. Yes my mother past away...i'll always think about her...And since i really have no body now...I just...I don't know...I just need to make everyone suffer.

He gets onto his and is still glaring at his title.

OBG: And It's your fault. I just want everyone to leave me alone. However, it is because of you, that you keep bringing me more...and more...problems. You brought me T-dog in his worst form. I'll call him R-Dog because he's indeed a rabid dog. He's been trying to kill me every since I got here. We were suppose to be Desire Pain Inc. The Most feared tag team in EWE. We are still undeafeated in EWE...then...he attacked me. But The pooch attack me...thats cool...then he almost took my life. I'm not gonna let that happen. Someone needs to put that dog down. And that someone will be...O..B..G. I WILL...Beat everyone and anyone to get this opporuntunity to do so. And When I win I am going to yell out the type of match I want...

R-Dog...You Will....hear me say...I want...an "I Quit Match".

He stands up and put his title over his shoulder.

OBG: Its the perfect match for us...for Desire Pain Inc. Tim, you will utter those words because I will do everything to make you...Suffer. I want to look into your eyes and see tears of...PAIN...just for you to say those words I will not! You will utter the words..."I Quit". You said I don't know Pain...believe me...I do now my friend...I am his brother...I Suffer...alot. But I won't quit or surrender to those around me. They just have to overstand that...No matter how hard they try...I will come back and I will make you

...Suffer!

End Scene

OOC: srry if this RP seemed rushed im still going thur alot...but i don't want to give up on this again.. >.<