SCENE: Catacombs of Lament
TIME: 0630 pm
PLACE: Secret Training Place of Daniel Tyler
The promo opens up to the hallway of what appeared to be an underground tunnel. Torches lit the way, and one would wonder who would go to such trouble for such a private place. It seemed like the hall would go on for hours until the door frame came into the line of sight. When you look directly in front of you, a desk was sitting in the middle of the room, chair turned away from you. A bottle of rum and a light was turned on.
"Please come in, we have been expecting you."
You come in through the door and to your amazement, the room took a whole new life. To the left is a whole wall full of books and other things to read. Some of the books were open and scattered, as if someone had been through them. The the right was a wall full of title belts. In the middle there was a plaque:
TYLER FAMILY TITLE BELTS
You see two people hanging up a case, and in that case was a title belt that had to have been recently won. After it was hung, the people scattered and the chair turned around at the desk. Below the titles there was a woman, sitting on the couch with her own glass of vodka.
"It is perfect brother. I hope they know they will be hanging my next belt shortly."
"I know Tiami. That wall will have our belts all over it. Can you please excuse me though sister? I must address the SCW fan base."
"Sure thing Daniel. I will be upstairs if you need me."
You then come to know these two figures as SCW's newest stars Daniel and Tiami Tyler. Daniel then pours himself a half glass of rum and puts the bottle down, picking the glass up and leaning back in his chair, the smirk comes across his face.
"Welcome SCW to my humble training office. It may not look like much, but behind that door lies a place where the most ruthless fighters are made."
He points to a door behind him smiling as he turns back around, sipping from the glass that he holds in his hand. He then sets the glass down on the desk and gets up, straightening his all black suit a bit. He then walks over to the right side of his title wall, staring at a title in particular:
CZW World Heavyweight Title
Won July 2, 2009
ECW: Reunited
"It has been quite some time since I last won a world title belt. Honestly, it has been quite some time since my last in ring match. There has been one thing keeping me in the wrestling world though. One person who's love of the sport honestly brought me home to where I belong.
My sister Tiami.
She has won title belts since the day she came back to the wrestling ring, and to be honest that was the bug that bit me. Watching her win her first match back with the female I trained and trained well in Jessica Harmony, this made me want to step back in the ring and be the vicious son of a bitch I used to be."
Daniel let out a cocky chuckle before sitting himself on the couch. He scratched his chin, thinking about his opponent this week in his SCW debut. He had no idea how the business had changed so drastically in such a short time, but this was bound to be interesting.
"Now, my SCW debut and I think someone in the SCW upper management wants to test my ability as a killer. They stick me against some cross dressing wannabe who should be up in the slums searching for their next meal rather than fighting me. Hope is it? Hope is exactly what you need if you intend on surviving me. You have no idea who you are stepping in the ring with.
They call me the withered rose. Wrestling rumor mills call me that because no matter how many times you try and kill me, I never die. This match, its a joke and I am not one for jokes. I intend to be SCW World champion in the very near future. If it means killing off the roster in the process, so be it. Hope, you are the first in a long line of victims to be laid out."
He got up from the couch, pacing a bit. Was he angered at the fact he thought SCW took him as a joke, or was there something else that was on his mind? After a moment of pacing, he turned back to the title wall, staring back at the World title that people knew him for.
"SCW, I pray to the gods above this is not a game and the jokes cease after this week. Otherwise, this rose will not be very happy. I will go through hell to get to the World Title and Spike Staggs. It starts with your little hooker for a wrestler in Hope. It ends when I say it ends or when that world title comes home. Either way, Hope will be laid out and the era of the rose will begin.
SCW roster, get ready. Hell unleashed is coming."
The man walks back to his desk, turning around in his chair, glass of rum in his hands as his laughter cues the scene to fade to black.
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OOC: For a first rp, its good. Good luck Hope. I have a hell of a week ahead of me with my uncles in and out of the hospital, midterms and christmas all at once. Wanted to post this while I was up at...oh...1:30 AM. Enjoy! --Ambz
