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Roleplay Boards => Archived Roleplays => Climax Control Archives => Topic started by: Kain on December 30, 2011, 08:56:37 AM
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The time for my arrival is finally here at last.
It’s been two years since I stepped foot into a wrestling arena. After my last match, I decided to walk away from the spotlight, not caring for what my enemies had to say after my “release”. Truth is, they couldn’t handle me. I was unstoppable. I was their champion, the rightful king, and once my ankle was broken, they thought of me as useless. Goth made that mistake when he decided to release me while my back was turned. He had no idea of the monster he would see two years later. I was determined to make sure that my revenge would be exacted at the right moment against him and I also swore to become stronger by the day. What people saw, two years ago, was the tip of the iceberg. Today, I’m a whole new beast to deal with, someone that no one should be crossing paths with at any given time. After all, traveling throughout the world has gained me a better perspective on the world of fighting. I have studied various martial art styles while continuing to train in a style that I’ve already mastered in. I have acquired deadly techniques that can break a man’s body in rapid succession. My mind is sharp, clear, and cannot be touched. Fact is, no amount of mind games or psychology work will faze me in the slightest. You could think of me as an evil version of Batman; one of the greatest martial artists in the world, his physical and mental peak honed to perfection. The difference is that I’m not hiding behind anything; I’m the real deal. My face is well-known to the public, whether it’s through my underground fighting or the history I’ve made in my previous federation. Even while I was away, people still followed me. They were anxious, curious to what I was up to. But I wasn’t about to let them know of my plans…not now anyway.
You would think that I’m nervous, because I haven’t been in the ring for a long period of time. You would also think that I’m scared of the new competition around this new place that I intend to dominate and take over for my selfish gain. On both accounts, you’d be dead wrong. For starters, in the last two years, I continued to fight after I recovered from my broken ankle. I have fought and proven myself against countless men who thought I was nothing but a joke, unable to handle their style. I proved them all wrong and have earned their respect, not to mention their fear. Today, the world recognizes me as a global threat, unable to contain fury within. Now that I’m here in this strange place, the Sin City Wrestling organization, I’m going to expand my territory. What you saw last week was a taste of things to come, in fact. Goth sensed the danger of letting me live and ran away like the coward he has truly become while I destroyed JC Bloodstone in the process. Like the rest of my opponents, every single man and woman within the SCW will grow to fear my name and my reputation. Women from all over the world will want me, including all these pathetic women that believe to know better than I do, and men will come to be jealous of what I have achieved. I am everything that a man aspires himself to be, a man that is truly confident of his abilities. Soon, I’m going to be the best thing to ever happen in the SCW, and eventually, even its leaders will have no choice but to bow down to me and give me whatever the fucking hell I want. And even if they don’t give it to me? No problem! What I want, I take, without any hesitation. The world is mine and I intend to do what’s necessary for me and me alone…and my girl as well.
In the meantime, I’m training. Back at my home in Detroit, taking on training partners inside my ring, in the mansion that I had a team build from the ground-up. It took awhile, while I was away, but it evolved into my home, property that cannot be bought. In any case, I execute a flurry of acrobatics and kicks that send my partners hurling into oblivion, lying around in agony. I’m not in the mood to play games while I’m training; it’ something I’m obsessed about, because a good champion needs to keep themselves in shape at all times. Physical conditioning is something I always keep in mind, no matter where I go. But I had to think of my match and it was something that Ariel, the love of my life, made me think of it as she approached the ring.
My love, you’ve been booked in the main event for your debut.
I turned around, breathing heavily from the exertions. I climbed out of the ring, with purpose, leaving my training partners behind as I grabbed a towel and wiped off the sweat from my face.
Against who?
Three men. Spike Staggs, Jordan “P.S.” Williams, and Wyatt Peterson. You won’t be alone in this fight though.
A slow growl escaped my lips as I threw the towel aside, looked at Ariel, and sighed heavily.
I don’t need any of these worthless fools to watch my back. Who did they team me up with?
Nick Jones and Casey Williams.
My mood changed from anger to laughter. I could barely contain it. I suppose they wanted to give me a fighting chance, but I’ve fought multiple, dangerous men in my time as an underground fighter. Why set these pack of fools to back me up when I’m all the army that’s ever needed?
I’ll deal with them all when next week approaches. Did any of them show their faces on the air yet?
Spike and Casey have done so and I don’t think either man is intimidating in the slightest, Kain. In fact, I don’t think you’ll have much of a problem dealing with them.
It’s not a problem. Leave it to me.
I stepped aside and walked past her, giving her a quick kiss on the lips. Normally, any man that tried to do that would end up in the hospital. But she saw something different in me years ago and hasn’t left my side since. Ariel is the only companion that will forever be in my world. But now is not the time to think about her, although she’s in the back of my mind. It’s my debut and I’m going to be making the biggest impact that the world has ever seen…
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None of you saw me coming. None of you expected me. That’s exactly the way I wanted it. I wanted to surprise the world by taking my place within the world of wrestling once again, to show my dominance and ensure my place as an immortal. Not that I’ve already achieved that yet, because I’ve accomplished it years ago. My name is famous for the brutal beatings I’ve delivered to men who foolishly challenged me and paid the bloody price and I intend to wreck more havoc as the days, months, and years continue to unfurl before your very eyes. It’s insulting to know that Mark and his pathetic cronies believe that I am weak and helpless, so they give me aid to back me up in my fight against three worthless fools. What kind of logical thinking is that? Here I am, a former champion many times over, able to handle his affairs without the help of other pitiful weaklings by his side, and they give me more of them to deal with? Idiots! Oh well, you’re given the cards to deal with and now, I intend to take it and make it as my sole advantage in this fight that will easily be my first official victory in the halls of the SCW. When I heard the news from Ariel that you three intend to face me, I couldn’t help but grin. You three will make the biggest mistake of not just your lives, but your careers as well. I don’t need either Casey or Nick to aid me in this upcoming battle. Fact is, I’m the most dangerous entity the world has ever known; I’m so good, in fact, that not a single army, including the world’s biggest superpowers, will not be enough to take down a fighter like me! You think that’s boasting, you think I’m being overconfident, but look deep into my history and you’ll see that the facts back it up. Not a single man, woman, or child can come close to the supremacy and dominance I’ve created in my wake! Goth, as a complete chickenshit, saw that I was far more terrifying than he ever thought possible and realized how much of a mistake it was to turn his back to me and release me for his own selfish gain. JC Bloodstome? I have no remorse for that douchebag, as I made short work of him. Should men like them come at me again, they will suffer the consequences dearly and I intend to see that happen until the very end! Alas, I’m going far too ahead in the future. For now, I shall focus on the present…
Casey Williams. Just because you and I have history or that we teamed up…you want to know something, kid? It meant NOTHING to me. Fact is, Casey, you shouldn’t be torn about your pathetic situation with me, because as far as I’ve been concerned, we’ve never been allies. We’ve been enemies since the beginning and as you discovered, the hard way, I beat you down after the match, because I thought of you as worthless, as a man who really offered nothing around here. To this day, Casey, you still don’t! It’s unfortunate that you and I have to team up one more time; the thought in itself sickens my stomach. It can’t be helped, however, for they made their choice and I must abide by it. But I am not your responsibility nor do I care what happens to you in the end. All I desire is victory and if you fuck it up by any means, just know that you are in dire straits, Casey Williams. In other words, you have a bulls eye behind your back should you decide to betray me. Fact is, boy, the best thing for you to do is stay out of my way and watch how a real man conducts business in the ring. I imagine it will be painful to watch a man like me gain the win all for himself, a man that is far more intelligent and stronger that you’ll ever be in this lifetime. Like you said yourself, you already know of the pain and destruction that I cause in my wake. Consider it a history lesson that you will never forget, Casey. For now, Casey, you will do what I say and just stay the hell out of my way. I have no choice but to take matters into my hands, with or without your help. A true man, Casey, doesn’t need the help of anyone to win his own battles. Also, it’s hard to trust a man like you, especially someone who walked out on his own tag-partner. It’s not surprising, really; in a world like this, it’s every man for himself. I understand that mentality better than anyone else could ever fathom in their mind. I scratched and clawed my way to the top, all on my own, and I have no problems paying my dues on the battlefield once again. Only this time, it’s all done legally. So do me a favor, you worthless shit, and don’t ever tell me what to do. No man can command me, for I am my own master and will do what’s right for me. I can chose to annihilate you at anytime and I have no problem doing so. After all, domination is the name of my game, Casey Williams, so should you decide to fight me again, you’ll end up retired quicker than you can say “Uncle.” It’s THAT easy, Casey. So be a good little boy and stay out of my radar after this foolish debacle. Trust me when I tell you, Casey, it will be the best decision you ever made in your abysmal life!
Spike Staggs. That’s a nice story you told to your little daughter. Very fascinating, very interesting, but tell me something. Was that supposed to scare me? Did you want me quaking in my boots? I’ve seen men like you, completely typical, talking a big game about yourself, boasting yourself to be this monster that cannot be touched. Just because you’ve done your research about me doesn’t mean you have the entire story about me. I mean, you only know that I attack my teammates, but that didn’t happen DURING the match, did it? No. It only happened AFTER, which means that once the match was won, all bets are off. Don’t ever assume bullshit again, little boy, because you know nothing about me. I think anything is possible because I’ve already accomplished a lot of things in my lifetime, more than you could ever comprehend in that mind of yours. So I’ll tell you what; you will be creating another story, one that your daughter will be forced to watch on television. Your daughter, Eden, will see her father bloodied, beaten, and left a corpse, lying in his own blood. Your ribs will be shattered, your teeth will be knocked out of your mouth, and you will receive two shiners, one to each eye. I will be drinking in your daugther’s screams and pleas, begging me to spare your life, then deny her of that haven and break you in half, forcing you to leave the Sin City Wrestling organization behind for good. It’s nothing personal, little boy, but business instead. Then you’ll be finding out, just like how Casey did, how monstrous I have evolved in the last two years of my sabbatical, Spike. Monster Spike? Such a retarded name, if you ask me. I care less about you, what you have earned for yourself, your daughter, nothing. I only care about one thing, Spike, and that’s your destruction by my hands. You are merely an obstacle in my way and I aim to crush you at all costs. Then you’ll know, once and for all, that I am the biggest monster of them all and that I cannot be slain so easily! If you were a smart man, you should have known that I was a dominant force back then and will continue to be an evolving threat day by day. You will be the first of many victims that will look up to me, call me King, and acknowledge my greatness. All of you will!
See, I haven’t heard from the rest of my competition yet, but I’ve done my research as well. All of you have gone out to do what’s right for yourselves and earned many titles and victories in time, but just when you thought you had it all, that’s where I come in. In a match like this, where it’s really six useless, idiotic men and one man that stands tall above the rest, none of you come remotely close to my greatness. I have been thrown into hell plenty of times, whether it’s one man with brass knuckles to ten men with various weapons of their own choosing, and always came out laughing in the end. One by one, I slaughtered them all, without a second thought. Do you think this six-man tag-team match will be any different for me? Am I supposed to gaze in awe at my competition, thinking that I literally stand no chance of surviving? Boys, if that’s what you are thinking, you may as well prepare yourselves for the fight of your lives. It doesn’t matter if you are chosen to fight at my side or if you are chosen to fight against me, your lives are in my hand. I chose who I wish to see suffer and in this case, you three will be my first set of victims to grovel at my feet and be punished for your foolish decision to face me in the first place. Believe me when I tell you, none of my tag-team partners should feel safe in my presence either. While we may be “allies” in this one struggle, I intend on harming them after it’s all said and done. This six-man, tag-team match will forever change your lives and not in a good way, either. Except for me, of course, because I will be getting all the glory and earning all the spoils of this victory! So you may as well do whatever it is you morons do to make yourself as strong as you possibly can be, because once I step inside that ring, for the first time in two years, all hell will break loose and I look forward to hearing all of you scream for mercy.
For now, this is simply a warning. Next time, I intend to take things to the next level! So have fun, kids, because on January 8th, your lives will be in jeopardy. The King will arrive and all of you will bow to him for all eternity!