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Post by brunofalcone on May 9, 2011 10:34:18 GMT -5
You four rp here
This is a Falls count anywhere match
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Post by "Hotstuff" Chris Future on May 9, 2011 17:36:08 GMT -5
Chris Future's head falls into his hands, and a single tear drop falls onto the picture. The tear is followed by a long, loud sigh. Future continues to sit there, staring at the the ground between his feet as his head still rests in his hands.
His hands slide back from his forehea, through his hair, and finally resting at the back of his neck, as he slowly raises his head. A blank expression consumes Future's face, as he pulls his hands away from the base of his neck. A moment passes, with Chris Future sitting there, staring straight ahead, no expression on his face. His eyes are glossy, and it appears as if his mind has wandered to another place. Slowly his eyelids slide down, and his eyes close shut. The sound of his breathing is the only sound that can be heard. Moments later his eyes open back up, and Future quickly rises to his feet. He walks towards the door, and exits the room. Future turns, and looks back into the room briefly, before turning back around and heading down the hallway, and into the main living area of the house. Kim is in the kitchen, doing the dishes, when Future reaches the room.
'Hey, you okay?'
Chris looks at her and pauses before responding.
'Could we.....'
Kim gives Chris a quizzical look.
'Could we what?'
Future turns his head to the left, and looks down at the kitchen floor.
'Could we go......you know.....I haven't since.......'
'OF COURSE! Let me grab my purse and keys, and we'll go right now.'
Kim rushes by Chris, heading for the coat rack by the front door, to grab her purse and keys. Chris turns and sluggishly follows behind the rushing woman. She quickly rips her purse from the coat rack, and snatches her keys from a small hook on the wall. Kim quickly pulls the door open, and heads towards her car. Future slowly follows, and reaches the car just steps after Kim enters the vehicle and starts up the engine. Future slides into the vehicle, and shuts the door. Just as the door closes, Kim backs the car out of the driveway, and speeds away from the house.
FADE OUT........................................................................
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The car begins to slow down. Slowly taking a left turn Kim turns the car down a long gravel road. Dust bellows from behind the car as it drives down the road. Kim again slows down the car. As the car slows it approaches two large concrete pillars, with a faded black metal sign, arching over them. The arching, metal sign reads.
'DEEPDALE MEMORIAL PARK'
'Well,.............we're here.'
Chris slowly takes in a long, deep breath. He holds it for a few seconds before letting it slowly seep back out between his lips, as his eyes move about, anxiously observing all in front of him. His right hand rises, and reaches for the latch to open the door. A soft click is heard, but booms through the silence in the car, as Chris opens the passenger side door. Chris slides out of his seat, and out of the car. He stands next to the partially open door, and takes in another deep breath. Chris turns and looks in at Kim before closing the door.
'I'll leave you two alone. You have your phone on you?'
Chris reaches into his pocket, pulls out his shiny silver cell phone, and holds it up so Kim can see it.
'You’ll call me if you need me right?'
Chris gives one single nod in response.
'Well, give me a call when you are ready to come back home. Or if you need anything.'
Chris gives two quick nods in response, and then shuts the passenger side door. Kim puts the car in reverse, and backs away from Chris. Chris turns and walks into the cemetery. Slowly he walks down a gravel path, observing each name on each headstone as he walks past them. Alicia M. Baker, Jacob A. Suttcliff, Colt A. Rowland, Clay L. Hibbard, Mary S. Potts, Victor K. Bahler, Alma L. Bahler, Joshua O. Bordon, the names stick out, one by one, as they are passed by. Chris reaches a large statue with a wrestling ring engraved on it, also an angel is atop the statue. The angel's head is bowed and to the left slightly, and her hands are together in a praying manner. At the bottom of the statue, it reads.
“Party Expre$$”
Ricky Idol
May 9, 1980 - December 12, 2001
Chris stands frozen, and his body begins to slightly tremble as he stares at the statue. Suddenly his legs begin to shake. His legs then give out, and Chris collapses to his knees. His eyes turn a light shade of red, and begin to swell up with tears. Chris tries his hardest to fight them off. He takes in a long deep breath, and tilts his head back, staring up at the blue sky above him. But all his efforts are all for not. The emotion is too much to fight back, and the tears fall down his face at a rapid pace. One by one, in an unrelenting barrage, the tears continue to fall. Chris doubles over onto all fours, as his body convulses from the emotion running throughout him. Chris lies there sobbing into the earth, for a few minutes before finally regaining his composure, and sitting straight up. Still on his knees, but sitting straight up, Chris wipes the remaining tears from his eyes.
'I miss you sooo much..................'
Chris again begins to sob.
'I can't sleep, I can't eat, I can't...........I......I...I......I don't know .......I just wish that you were still here.'
Chris once again regains his composure. Slowly he takes in a long, deep breath and just as slowly lets it back out.
'And I promise you that I will make it right. I will not eat. I will not sleep. I will not stop......until that son of a bitch pays for what he did to you. I swear to you, that as long as my heart is still beating, as long as I have a breath in my body, I WILL MAKE HIM PAY! And he will continue to pay until he has suffered the misery, and the anguish that you and I suffered. HE WILL FEEL THE PAIN HE CAUSED ONTO US!'
Chris pauses and sighs, in attempt to calm himself. He slides off of his knees and onto his ass, before lying completely on his back, cupping his hands behind his head, and staring into the bright blue sky above. He closes his eyes, and lies on top of the grave Ricky Idol is buried in..
'Our retribution is soon to come. I promise you, I will not break my promise.... I will not fail you.'
The bright blue sky, quickly dulls, and fades into a dark purple. The low rumble of thunder echoes through out the sky. One drop, then another, and then another, and then another fall from the sky. Another rumble of thunder bellows throughout the dark purple sky. The bright sky is no more, and everything has become dark. There is a loud CRACK and a bolt of lightning darts through the sky as the heavens open up and the rain begins to pour from the skies. Chris does not move and inch. He remains laying there, his hands cupped behind his head, and his eyes closed as the rain pours on top of him.
FADE INTO SONG
Playground school bell rings again Rain clouds come to play again Has no one told they not breathing? Hello.... I'm your mind giving you someone to talk to Hello
If I smile and don't believe Soon I know I'll wake from this dream don’t try to fix me I'm not broken Hello....I'm the lie living for you so you can hide don’t cry
Suddenly I know I'm not sleeping Hello.......I'm still here All that's left of yesterday
Future rises to his feet and lays his head against the 5ft high grave stone and says…
‘Ricky, believe you me, it’s on. Baller took you from this world and he's yet to pay for killing you. That bastard did the dastardly deed of killing you. And here I am again think he's my friend. Is he? Can he be? He took you my best friend in the entire world! Now here I stand on May 9th, your birthday. You'd be 31 today. Instead I'm looking at a gravestone and talking to the ground! This December will be a long 10 years since you passed. I know your daughter, my God-daughter begged me to forgive. And I've tried and tried. I want too, trust me I do. Give me a sign Ricky, talk to me! This Sunday at Thunder will be the moment of truth as I defend my International Title not only against The Baller, TKO & Tyrone Love.'
Future now stands up tall with tears in his eyes.
'Ricky, Sunday is a big deal. Now I know he didn't mean to do it. For that should I forgive? Baller has been real too me for the past few years. Yet on this day your birthday the hurt and pain returns, and the doubts cloud my thoughts and my mind. And with this match I need to focus on more than just him. I've got TKO & Tyrone Love in my way as well. I'll tell you this Ricky, for years I've won matches with 'The Hot Shot', well this Sunday things will change, as I'll be using my new move called "The Party Express' the Top Rope DDT which you used to win your matches, I'll from now on use it, in your honor. I will not lose this title! I'll defend it with pride and dedicate it too you!
Future pulls out his phone and calls Kim.
FADE TO BLACK
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Post by Troy "The Baller" Franklin on May 13, 2011 18:47:48 GMT -5
I’ve been in this business for a long time. As a matter of fact it’s going on about tem years. Since the GWA has existed…so has The Baller. I’ve been there and I’ve done that. One thing I’ve never been able to understand is stupid cats. I mean only a stupid person would f*ck with Baller, right? I mean why be so foolish. Here I am coming to the GWA to pay my respects so to say. I mean there is no GWA without The Baller. But here you have fools who want to push me. Fools who want to awaken the monster known as, The Baller. That’s just stupid if you ask me…
(The scene opens up Friday afternoon at Soldier’s Palace. For those of you who don’t know, this is Troy’s place of business. This place has been tied in with Troy for most of his career. The place has been through a lot but still it stands and represents one of the most respected men in the Washington DC area. This is where Troy spends most of his time while in DC and this is where Troy’s franchise functions. Troy is not just a businessman. The Baller is worldwide and if you don’t know him…fool you better asks somebody. On this day Troy is upset though and most of you should know why. Last week was supposed to be a big week for Troy but instead of basking in the glory of yet another title reign, he was attacked by some punk trying to make a splash. Troy hates that shit. Trying to make a splash using The Baller…only a fool would do such. But hey it happened and it is what it is. But like every fuck up…every mistake…someone has to pay. It just so happens, Troy gets his chance sooner than later. We pick up with Troy on the phone.)
Voice: Man I wouldn’t trip. You have a chance to take care of all that this weekend. I mean you won’t be winning the match because I’m in it but you’ll have a chance to get your revenge.
Baller: I’m going to be getting my revenge and taking that title of yours. You know better than that.
Voice: Yeah whatever. You’re going to be barking up the wrong tree there, my friend.
Baller: Yeah ok.
Voice: So what’s your plan for Sunday? I mean those punk attacked you and did what he did but we have yet to hear a word from them. We don’t even know their motives.
Baller: I can care less about their motives. Mr. Ultimate will have to get his later because he’s not involved in our match but that punk KOP… he’s fucked with the wrong cat and for that he’s going to pay.
Voice: I hear that.
Baller: I mean why fuck with me? I mean there are other things to do out here. Fucking with me is like fucking with your life…why do that?
Voice: The world wouldn’t be the same without stupid people.
Baller: Yeah I guess you have a point there. But stupid isn’t the word for that fool. I mean life insurance better be in place if you’re going to mess with The Baller.
Voice: Well he’s messed with you…now what are you going to do?
Baller: Don’t worry about it…you’ll see. You better just worry about that title of yours. Make sure you say your goodbyes to it because at the end of the weekend, it’s mine.
Voice: We shall see my friend…we shall is.
Baller: Later…
(And with that Baller ends his phone conversation with his friend, Chris Future. Sounds funny saying that doesn’t it? Yeah Baller thinks that too.)
Baller (thinking out loud): I’ve been this successful in life because I’m no fool. To some it would appear that things are all cool between Future and me. Well those are only the people who don’t know the history of us two. I could never trust that man totally. Now fight with him and back him…yeah but trust him…hell no. I don’t trust a lot of people and I damn sure don’t trust Future. But that shouldn’t come as a surprise to anyone. The history between me and Future goes way back. I know too much about him to trust him and I’m sure he feels the same. I mean I have history with him that involves death and because of that things have been very personal between me and him on more than one occasion. Some would say Future has had bigger beefs in his life. Those are the people who don’t know Future like I know him. I mean just look at what I’ve done to this man. It takes a strong man to forgive for something like that and even though Future is pretty strong…I’m no fool…he’ll never forget. So with that being said I have to go into this match Sunday with that in mind. Hell I have to approach every day with that in mind. You never know what to expect with Future.
(Just then there is a knock at the door.)
Baller: Come in.
(Whoever walks in, they’re not shown but whoever it is, it surprises The Baller.)
Man (not shown): You look like you’ve seen a ghost.
Baller: To me, I have.
Man: Ha ha…I know that’s right. It’s been a long time, my friend.
Baller: It’s been a while but it hasn’t been too long.
Man: What’s been up? I see you’re still looking good.
Baller: Yeah…you know a brother has to stay in shape. The GWA always comes calling and when it does…I come running…to kick ass that is.
Man: I see your confidence still hasn’t changed.
Baller: Come on now man…if you were me, would yours?
Man: I guess you have a point.
Baller: Exactly. Well not to be rude or anything but you know I have to ask…why are you here?
Man: That would be the million dollar question huh?
Baller: I guess you can say that.
Man: You know me and if you know why I haven’t been around in the wrestling world lately, I’ve been thinking of a plan to change that.
Baller: And how does that involve me?
Man: When I heard you were joining the current GWA, I said you would be the perfect cover for my storm.
Baller: Your storm?
Man: Yes. You know me…I haven’t been around for a while and I have to come back tearing shit up. You know how it is to see something you helped build being fucked up? It really gets under your skin.
Baller: I know what you mean.
Man: We built the GWA…me, you, Cage, The Dean, Future, Tricky D…I mean the list goes on and on. Out of all the GWA legends, who’s still around?
Baller: You have a good point.
Man: Exactly and I think we should change all that.
Baller: And you think you can do that?
Man: I know I can.
Baller: How?
Man: Get all the old cats back together…take over what’s ours.
Baller: I don’t know about all that. I mean half those cats haven’t wrestled in years.
Man: But it’s enough of them who have. I’m not talking about all the old cats coming back…I’m no fool…that’s not going to happen but we can damn sure get enough of them.
Baller: Then what?
Man: TAKEOVER!!
Baller: I like the sound of that.
Man: I knew you would. I’ve been itching at a chance to get back and this is the perfect way.
Baller: So when do you plan on putting this plan into motion?
Man: Real soon…I just wanted to see if I could get you aboard. With you being down with this, that’s huge and we can really set things up nicely.
Baller: Well I’m down.
Man: My man.
Baller: So until then, what?
Man: You know I can’t be around too much. I mean if I’m seen around you or anyone else people are going to get to talking. So right now in the meantime things will marinate. But soon and very soon that bitch will start to simmer. You feel me.
Baller: Like I said…I’m down.
Man: Great. Well I’ll contact the others I have in mind and I’ll keep in touch.
Baller: Who else do you have in mind?
Man: I don’t want to let the cat out the bag yet but you won’t be disappointed…I promise you that.
Baller: That’s what’s up.
Man: Later Baller.
(And with that the man leaves the office.)
Baller (thinking out loud): Aint that some shit? Why am I ever amazed? The GWA never seems to disappoint. Guess that’s why I love the place so much. It’s where legends are born and there’s no bigger legend than The Baller. This weekend I add to that legend. I have to go through a friend to do it…as a matter of fact, two friends but hey…I have to do what I have to do. Yeah that’s right…Tyrone Love and Baller have a history also. But to get into all that…well we would be here too damn long. Just know that Future, Love and Baller have a very storied past. One that promises to be added to this Sunday…THAT YOU CAN TAKE TO THE BANK!
(Baller finishes up a few things and decides to head down to the gym to get a work out in. What happened to him last week still has him a pissed so he needs to let of a little steam. Keeping all that in could prove to be fatal to KOP and Baller doesn’t want to go killing anyone now does he? Naw…not at all. He opens the office door to exit and is surprised to see the two men standing in front of him.)
Baller: Today is full of surprises.
One of the guys: Well you haven’t heard anything yet. We need to talk to you.
Baller: I’m busy…I have a huge match this week that I need to get ready for.
The other guy: It’s about the GWA.
(A smile comes over The Troy’s face.)
Baller: Well come on in then.
(The two guys enter. The back of their heads are shown but the camera never shows their face. The scene fades to black.)
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(When things come back, Baller is seen sitting at his desk in his office.)
Baller: That shit definitely sounds like a plan. I’ll catch up with you guys later then. You know how TMZ goes when it comes to me. Don’t want people seeing you guys here.
Voice: Come on now…who wouldn’t know this was coming.
Baller: Guess you have a point.
Voice: We’ll holla at you later.
Baller: Great…this shit is really going to be fun.
Voice: We’ve always been the Best and the Baddest.
Baller: THAT YOU CAN TAKE TO THE BANK!
(The two men leave Troy’s office.)
Baller: Damn things are really about to pick. The GWA getting Future and I back was huge but wait til they see who’s coming Sunday. Just like the good old days. I knew my boys wouldn’t let me down. No one in the GWA can be trusted if you ask me but these two cats…yeah they’ve always had my back and this time will be no different.
(Baller sits back in his chair with a huge smile on his face. He soon snaps out of it.)
Baller: Damn…I’m supposed to be getting ready for this match.
(The scene fades to black with Baller leaving his office to train for his match Sunday. The one he’s going to win. THAT YOU CAN TAKE TO THE BANK…I SAID SO!)
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