Straight-Edge Zach
The Enforcer
 Number of posts : 3564
Registration date : 2007-12-02
Points : 10
 |  Subject: These balls ain't gonna suck themselves Alex  Fri Sep 25, 2009 12:01 pm | |
| The scene opens in a dark shady looking alleyway comprised of two long red brick walls with random windows covered with bars across them, and a chain linked fence at the end of it. The ally is filled with cardboard boxes and trashcans, one of which has been knocked over resulting in litter scattering around with the wind. A tall figure walks into view, he has his back turned to the camera but not for long, he examines his surroundings before turning around. It’s Wade Wilson who’s wearing his usual blue outlined mask, black jacket, black boots, black shirt and black pants combo. He is wearing his mask above his mouth so he can smoke; the lit cigarette hangs from his mouth, the smoke disappearing in the breeze. Wade takes a long puff then takes the cigarette out of his mouth with his left hand; he blows out the smoke and starts his speech.
Wade Wilson
Steve fucking Storme…of all the people I have to face in this tournament it has to be Steve fucking Storme. The former World Heavyweight Champion, Mr Undefeated himself. If there is a God out there he must have it in for me, putting me up against that self centred son of a bitch. The guy must be pretty cocky right now; he defeated his first opponent in no time at all without getting hurt. The guy also owns two wins over yours truly. Well fuck that you know. I’ve won eleven out of 17 matches; I’ve been involved in one draw and have five losses in my record. And the guy who owns the majority of those losses is Steve fucking Storme. Well you know what, fuck Steve Storme. The guy is on cloud 9, well I’m going to give him a little dose of reality but avenging those losses to him and advancing to the grand final of the Bloodshed Cup. That’s right Steve I said that I’m going to beat you; I said that I’m going to end your winning streak. What is it now? 18-nothing? 18 straight matches in which you won a world title and the tag team titles, in which you’ve monopolised your legacy in Exile. Well you wanna know something Steve, at some point you have to move over and make way for the next big thing and that big thing is Wade motherfucking Wilson! I’m not going to sit back and allow you and your impossible to defeat friends take over the whole company, not anymore. Not when I have the chance to become a champion again…to reclaim my glory to have a portion of the spotlight shine on my once again. It’s week over a week since the Fusion title was retired and people have already forgotten that I’m a force to be reckoned with. Not just some random ass clown, not another number on Steve Storme’s record, but a living breathing war machine. Steve…you have all of Exile in the palm of your hand, except there’s a certain masked individual who’s going to claw his way out of your possession and hopefully it will hurt both of us. Preferably you more than I but I will work with what I have. I will fight through the pain barrier, you may cut me up, you may stab me, hit me with hard objects and throw my carcass on unforgiving surfaces but you will never crush my desire to put a stop to your reign of dominance. Bloodshed…there’s going to be a lot of that.
Wade puts the cigarette back into his mouth and reaches for the nearest trash car, he opens it and after carefully examining it picks it up and turns it upside down. A crashing sound in heard as various household objects all damaged in some way fall to the floor. Wade smiles before kicking it around spreading it out. He looks up at the camera and continues talking with the cigarette in his mouth.
Wade Wilson
See all of this Steve? Random appliances and utensils that once served a purpose to someone until they were all damaged and cast aside. I can relate to these objects...in a way. Heheheee…they were perfectly good until someone misused them and damaged them to a point where they had to be thrown away like a burnt out cigarette or an aged wrestling veteran who no one cares about anymore. I can relate to these objects who although are damaged and quite frankly almost horrifying to look at in a way are still useful for something. Violence…Ultra Violence to be precise. Anyone of these former household objects can be used as a weapon in our first ever one on one confrontation Steve. I can take this dented frying pan and hit you with it until I snap the handle off or I could take this bent cheese crater and rub it against your body tearing the flesh right off your muscles, exposing your veins and arteries, allowing the pure red substance flow out to our audiences disgust or pleasure. I can take anyone of these objects and turn it into a tool of your demise. I can tear you to shreds, I can break your bones, and I can leave you in a state of disgust where no one will be compelled to be close to you anymore. Steve I can leave you in the state of something like this…I can’t even tell what this is…looks like a toaster, maybe a microwave…ha! That’s how I shall leave you Steve, a shell of what you used to be, a dented object unrecognisable by the regular Joe. Oh I love these Bloodshed Cup stipulations, I can do all the damage I want until I decide to stop. Do you know how much of a relief that type of freedom is for me Steve? I sure hope not because that would mean that you understand me. See that is a relief because there is no limits to what I can do to you, no referee can disqualify me for going to far, no referee can stop me because you can’t move anymore and nobody can end your suffering besides me! Steve I hope you appreciate just what this match is like I do, see were not just wrestling, we’re in control of each other’s lives. Our actions in this match could shape out futures, it could cripple out careers, and it could end our lives. Ha…ha…haha.
Wade’s laughter echoes through the alleyway, a cold gust of wind catches Wade off guard and he staggers forewords a few steps, dropping his cigarette on the ground. Wade freaks out and stomps on the cigarette until it is nothing more than a pile of ashes. He then turns his head to the direction that the wind came from, he growls then takes out a second cigarette, he continues talking as he lights it.
Wade Wilson
Fucking motherfucker…I hate wasting fags. Unless their name is Steve Storme of corse. Hehehehehe. All these thoughts I’m having, so violent, borderline crazy…and I still manage to crack a gay joke at your expense. Oh lord have mercy. Steve when you watch this I hope you don’t get too pissy over what I’m saying. It’s just how I feel okay. Sure you hang out with heaps of women and supposedly have sex with them each and every night but your stable, the Brotherhood, encase you haven’t noticed you’re a bunch of dudes. I mean in your last group you had multiple chicks rollin’ with you. What happened? Maybe you can tell me during our match, you know before I make sure that the doctor has to wire your jaw shut. Now before my promo here loses all seriousness I think I should recap on what I’ve been going over so far. First, you’re currently the best in Exile, no doubt about that. Secondly, I plan to kick your ass. Third, I think you’re a repressed gay man, but that’s just speculation and I’m not going to go out of my way to prove it. And last but not least, UltraViolence...the X factor in our match. The weapons, no limitations, two enter, one leaves, two men change. Change…
Wade reaches into his jacket and pulls out a bottle of lighter fluid. He kicks around the garbage that are in the alleyway so that they’re closer together; he then empties the contents of the bottle on them.
Wade Wilson
There are probably two things I’m afraid of in life, one of them I’m not going to mention. The other is more important now than anything. There is a very high chance that this match can get a little carried away, barbed wire, thumbtacks all that shit. Well two weeks ago I witnessed a man get throws through a flaming table, and that scared the shit out of me. Steve, if I hope to beat you I have to be able to go the distance. And this is one of the things I need to do to get there.
When Wade is sure that the bottle is empty he drops it on the pile of garbage. Wade then takes the cigarette out of his mouth and plays with it in his hand. He then flicks it on the garbage instantly setting it on fire. Wade smiles at this before pulling his mask down over his mouth.
Wade Wilson
Symbolism is a funny thing isn’t it? It occurs at the most unexpected moments and if you’re lucky enough you will notice it. Well I’m going to point it out in this instance. Steve this fire represents me…me taking over, me pushing you aside and having my shot at glory. I want to be the Ultraviolent champion, more so than I wanted to be Fusion champion, and the only reason that is, is because in order to become the Ultraviolent champion I need to go through the Best in the Business. Ha…have a nice day Steve.
The scene comes to a close with Wade sitting down by the fire with his arms stretched out, taking in all the heat.
End RP | |
|
