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| Michael Ahriman vs. Salim Raj; First Round of Championship Tournament | |
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| Jacob Smith | Apr 11 2009, 02:56 AM Post #1 |
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First Round of the Elite Championship Tournament Michael Ahriman vs. Salim Raj Roleplay Limit: 2 Per Person Roleplay Deadline: Sunday April 18th 2009 at 11:59 PM |
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| Michael Ahriman | Apr 16 2009, 05:50 AM Post #2 |
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My slumber was interrupted this morning by their screams. I remember her begging with me, telling me to stop that I am hurting her, but I kept on, not caring if she lived or died. It was until that I saw the blood on my hands that I know what I did, and stepped back from the bed where her bloody body laid, and I smiled at it, like I was an artist that just painted his masterpiece and was enjoying the beauty for the first time. Today is the day Dr. Jacobs comes in my world for a few hours. He will get to sit here and stare at these walls with me. Maybe that will show him that being here makes the sane go mad. Dr. Jacobs: “I scheduled you to be a in a match at Exposed, Michael. You will be fighting a interesting prospect by the name of Salim Raj.” He slides me his profile. I look at it like it was my destiny wrapped in a manila envelope. Dr. Jacobs: “This Exposed will be a tournament for the 96 Elite Championship. I got the board to agree to letting you out for the night Michael. The only way I could them to agree was if 4 guards went with us, just in case you try to escape. They will be armed Michael, and if you step out of line once, whether it be trying to physically harm the person you are facing or by trying to escape, they will open fire on you. Do you agree to these terms?” Michael: “Do I have any choice in the matter?” He laughs, but what is there to laugh about? The truth? Dr. Jacobs: “No, not really.” He stands up. Dr. Jacobs: “Well Michael, if there is nothing more for us to go over, then I will leave. I will see to it that your medication is doubled for the next few hours.” Great. I get double of the shit that isn’t even working. Why not triple it? At least then it will finish me off. It will definitely work that way. Dr. Jacobs leaves my Hell hole and goes off to his office where he sits and tries to figure out his own problems. I think I have warped his mind. I reached for the envelope and opened it slowly. I took out Salim’s history and started to read it carefully, going back over sentences until I had it memorized. I place it back into the envelope and smile. “It seems you and I have a lot in common Mr. Rajiana. I saw that you spent 5 years in prison all because of you being framed. As you can see Salim, I was not framed. No. I confess to my crimes. I also saw that you were from the middle east.” I close my eyes, and I immediately smelt the blood and the sand around me. I also heard my laughs and the sound of my blade, cutting the flesh of their throats. “One thing I found out quickly during my stay in Iraq is that all people from the Middle East are one of two things. One, they are weak people, and two, they are stupid. I looked at your information, and I see that you are not stupid, but I see that you are weak. I see that you have a woman by your side, but I will save that for later. Much to good to put in at the beginning of the promo. I bet you cried at night in prison, wishing you could be with her. I have yet to find myself crying over what I did. In fact, I laugh about it, because they both got what they deserved. Some people might say that I am psychotic for what I did, but I am not crazy. No, I am not. I am perfectly sane. I just enjoy it. I enjoyed killing every single person in Iraq. Its an adrenaline rush to me Salim, and who knows, you might yet again find yourself in the wrong place at the wrong time yet again, only this time, it will not be prison you will go to. Oh no, it will be the ground. So I suggest you make your peace with your great Allah, because after Exposed, you might be meeting him face to face.” “I also see that Ayisha owns your heart. Let me run a scenario by you Salim. Lets say one day, you wake up and she is no longer by your side. You go to the police and fill out a missing persons report, and then a few weeks later, her body turns up, or what’s left of it at least. They do the autopsy and they find out that she was beaten and stabbed numerous times. They also tell you that her throat was completely gashed open and that she laid there and suffered. I bet you would be devastated wouldn’t you? It might happen, for you see, I am a man that likes to cause pain to others. Not only physical, but emotional pain. I can imagine it now, you getting the news and falling to your knees like a little bitch and crying your eyes out. You will then blame yourself, and you should because you are the one that put yourself in my path. This could have all been avoided if you would have just staid away from my life, but now that you have entered it, I will bring you tremendous amounts of pain and anguish, and you will hate it. You might even hate it so much that you will put a pistol in your mouth and go out the weak way. I know this will piss you off, and that is the point. That is the first thing I want you to be. I want you to be pissed, then I want you to be scared, then I want you to be in pain! This title that you are chasing, I do not care about it. I could care less about me being the face of this brand. I could care less about the fame, and the pictures. I have already had my fame and my picture in papers and magazines, and I feel the same I did before it all happened. I do not care! All I care about is getting this anger inside of me out, and unfortunately for you, you are the first of a long list of many victims to come.” The guard busts through the door with another envelope and my medicine. I take the medicine before he hands me the envelope. Guard: “This is the rest of your opponents. Dr. Jacobs told me to drop it off.” He lays it down and I immediately open it. The first name I see is Alex Kent. I read over his file and I laughed most of the time. ‘The New Breed of Hero.’ Kind of catchy. “Alex Kent, a kid that was born into this business. I see that your father is considered somewhat of a legend in this industry, and now you are trying to follow in his footsteps and out shine him. I can relate to that because my father was also a military man, and I followed in his footsteps like you did yours, but I didn’t do it to out shine my father like you probably are. I did it because it gave me an excuse to hurt people. As soon as they placed the gun in my hand and taught me how to kill enemies, I was hooked on killing, and they had no idea that they created a monster.” “I see that you are looking to be a hero of some sort. You know what happens to heroes kid? Heroes only go so far until evil eventually wins. Maybe in those comic books you read as a kid, the hero always wins. But in reality, the hero is always the one that falls. Heroes are attention whores Alex, seeking the approval of others, until one day, the people turn their backs on the heroes, and I promise you one day, they will turn their backs on you, and I will be there to knock you down and prove to you that evil always wins.” Jinx was next. “I fellow mad man, or they say so at least. I find it funny that a man that claims to be psychotic runs around in make up. It works in the movies Jinx, but not in real life. It might have worked for you up to this point, but I do not see it lasting past Exposed, because I will expose you as a fraud. You think your life is a nightmare, but by the time I am done with you, your ‘nightmare’ would have felt like your own little piece of Heaven. I bet deep down inside Jinx you are heartbroken over those hideous scars on your face, and they are hideous. Maybe you are a bit scared that your hopeful prom date told you that you had a face only a mother could love. Or maybe it was the fact that women in general wouldn’t even come around you because you looked like a freak of nature. But, I bet you are of a normal mind, just trying to go against the grain because of what happened to you in high school, and this is your way to do it. Dress up like a Insane Clown Posse rip off and prance around hoping to freak people out. I am not freaked out Jinx. In fact, I find it kind of sad. Its pathetic that a grown man is trying to seek attention in such a way. But, Jinx, it worked for you, because now you got my attention, and trust me son, you didn’t want to get my attention.” Next was Makayla Fox. “Makayla Fox, the only woman in this tournament. What can I say about you Kayla, other than the fact that I think you are a waste of roster space. And before you ask if I am doubting, I will answer with no. I am not doubting you, I am being realistic. Maybe in other federations you were something amazing. Maybe you were great. Maybe you used that seductive body of yours to get what you want. Maybe you told the boys that if they take it easy on you and let them win, you would give them your hotel room key. Sorry my dear, to burst your bubble, but I will not take it easy on you. Maybe I will take it harder on you and make you think of a career change, because you truly stand no chance against me. I am not being cocky or bragging, I am being honest. So, I suggest you go get married and squeeze out a few kids and be happy because I promise you that as long as you are here, I will make you live the Hell that you deserve.” Last but not least, Chad Vargas. “Chad Vargas. You have been hyped up since joining the roster. Maybe you are good, or maybe you have a mouth on you. Either way, I really do not care. Only thing I care about, like I said before, is inflicting pain on people. I was allowed to watch one of your promos a while back, and I saw that you were a proud red neck. I don’t know if it was good or not, mainly because I couldn’t understand a word you said. I think this tournament will come down between you and me. I do not care about the title Vargas, and I do not care about the show. I want to make you bleed and beg me to stop. I want you to feel all the hate I have for people like you. People that think they are something great and something special, when in all actuality, they are people that haven’t been hurt enough yet. They haven’t had that cockiness they possess slapped out of them. I will do that honor for you Vargas. I will slap the teeth out of your mouth, and seeing as you are a red neck, and hygiene isn’t common among your people, it shouldn’t take too much to do that.” I feel the medicine starting to kick in. I feel my eyes starting to get heavy and my mind starting to slow down. “My anger will be let out on you Vargas, because of all the people on the roster, you are the one I think I will have fun in hurting the most because you strike me as the type that tries to run, and I love a good chase. Chasing people makes me more pissed, and the more pissed I get Vargas, the more pain I inflict.” My head starts to fall over as my body goes numb. “Life, as you all knew it, just became Hell!” Off to my tormented dreams I go. *scene fades* |
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| SalimRaj | Apr 16 2009, 02:50 PM Post #3 |
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Salim was rudely woken from his daydream by a fierce blast of freezing cold water slamming against his body. He tried to cover himself, but the force was too strong, pinning him against the wall. Salim tried to get to his feet, but the slippery concrete floor combined with the force of the water was too big a feat to overcome, and he was forced lay on the floor with the cold water cashing against his body. The stream stopped momentarily; only long enough for the guards outside the cell to get a good laugh before turning the large fire hose back on. Salim had no choice but to succumb to the torture that the prison guards were so generously handing out. After what seemed like an eternity, the water stopped again. Salim turned and looked toward the door, shielding his eyes from the bright light, and the possibility that he might get blasted once again. There was a large group of guards gathered around, laughing at the events that had transpired. Salim took the opportunity to quickly jump to his feet. Two guards walked into the cell and grabbed him by each arm, dragging him out of the cell and back into the hall. He was starting to really feel the effects of the cold water, and he felt his body shivering uncontrollably. The guards continued down the hall, dragging Salim along behind them. After walking the equivalent of a quarter mile at least, they had arrived at the rear wing of the facility. Salim noticed an extreme drop in temperature in the room, and soon found out the reason. Along the back wall, there were several openings in the concrete, complimented by steel gates. As they walked closer, Salim noticed that behind the gates, were what looked to be dog kennels outside of the prison walls. The guards opened one of the gates and shoved Salim through the opening, giving him a kick in the lower back for good measure. The winds were intense, cutting through Salim’s wet body like a million sharp razor blades. As he looked around, he seen a few other men confined to kennels as well. Suddenly, Salim heard the comfort of a Russian voice speak next to him. He looked over, and in a kennel next to his there was a man holding out a cigarette. Salim grabbed it quickly and put it in his mouth. The Russian man used one hand to shield the wind and lit a prison-made lighter with the other hand, providing a flame for Salim to light the cigarette. “That should help you keep warm, comrade,” the man spoke in a thick Russian accent. Salim nodded, taking a deep drag. “Nice move in the mess hall earlier. If you don’t establish dominance in here, it doesn’t matter who the hell you are on the outside. This is a whole new world in here,” the stranger continued, lighting another cigarette for himself in the process. “Yeah, I figured that out by now. What did you say your name was?” Salim asked. “The name’s Yuri Ivanov, boss, and that stunt you pulled in the mess hall, means we’re best friends from here on in. Along with the rest of the Russian population of course,” Yuri explained as he puffed away on his cigarette. “I hear through the wire that it sparked just the amount of tension that is needed for a race war. The Italians are gonna be looking for revenge, and your the only middle eastern man in this prison” he continued. Salim could feel his body temperature dropping by the minute; he was shaking beyond his own control, and struggled to respond. “Well those grease balls know where to find me. I wouldn’t mind shoving a shank through a few more of their faces. Yuri, things are going to be much different in this place with me here. I can assure you that. Put the word out, that Salim Raj is in the 96th ward, and that the Russian population will organize at once, Were all the same no?” Salim chattered. “Salim you said? Hell, I’d shake your hand, if we weren’t locked in animal cages. It’s an honor to have you here sir. It’s not as bad as it seems right now, I can assure you. The Warden likes to use particular prisoners in a little game of his. He puts on wrestling shows, and word is he floods the underground audience with them. Some of us he uses, some he doesn’t,” Yuri explained, taking the last long drag of his cigarette before flicking it away. “Yes, that’s why he brought me here, to take part in his little game. I have a fight coming this week, if I make it through this that is.” “Well if the Warden has plans for you, believe that he’s not gonna let you die out here. If you were just an average scumbag like the rest of us though? You might not be so lucky,” Yuri chuckled. “Who are you fighting anyway?” “Michael Ahriman --- something or the other.” “Ah, whack job bitch. Some satan worshiper from what I know. Shouldn’t be a problem though, she’s an actor, nothing more. But she plays her part well.” “That’s what seperates me from the rest of these idiots Yuri, I’m a real criminal. My actions…my convictions…they speak for themselves. I don’t want to play this fucking game. I’d rather be in a real prison, serving my sentence like a normal prison, waiting to see my love again. Instead, I’m surrounded by actors, who aren’t in tune with reality. This Ahriman bitch, I’m going to make an example of him to everyone watching. To the warden, to the guards…everyone.” SALIM explained. His face and lips were starting to lose their color. He flicked his cigarette and stared out into the miles and miles of nothing that was the land they called the 96th ward. “In any other prison, you’d be playing Durak, Eralash, or some other card game. Here, you fight. It’s just another game, that’s the way you have to look at it. It takes some getting used to, but once you learn the routine...it’s just…well…the routine. If that makes any sense,” Yuri explained. “It makes perfect sense Yuri. There are rules to every game, this is no different. All rules, however, can be bent. They can even be broken, for a price. We’re both paying the price right now, for breaking a rule. But, Yuri, we can bend the rules to work in our favor…it’s what we do on the outside, right,” Salim questioned. Yuri was going to respond, but Salim quickly continued his rant. “There is a system to every game, Yuri, that is the one thing I have learned on the outside. I’ll play the Warden’s game, but I will play it by my rules. If you watched the last event, you seen that I already have a small following. I’ve found someone who shares a common goal, and I plan on using that to my advantage every chance I get. I’m going to start a War, Yuri. I’m going to start a War that the Warden will never forget. I’m going to change this place, Yuri…You’ll see." Salim and Yuri continued to sit in silence after Salim was finished talking. Both men peered out into the snow covered nothingness. Salim contemplated the match he had coming up with Michael Ahriman, and pondered what part he played in the Warden’s overall plan. Why was he here? He didn’t have the answer at the moment, but he was sure that in time…everything would become a lot clearer. In the mean time…there was nothing left to do expect wait… He hoped she was doing the same |
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| Michael Ahriman | Apr 20 2009, 03:04 AM Post #4 |
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How do you occupy yourself in here? I could sing, but they would just think I am getting crazier. I could twirl my thumbs, but again, they would think I am still losing it. What can you do in here besides of sit and stare at the walls? These walls speak to you, yet they say nothing. They scream at you, but they whisper. Finally, a familiar voice comes in the door. Dr. Jacobs: Michael? You awake? I do not answer. Let him walk in here and see if I am or not. Dr. Jacobs: Michael, the board needs to talk to you today. So, get up and get ready for the guards. The board room is the same as all of the other times I have entered. White walls, a long wooden table, and the members, resting comfortably in their padded chairs. The director speaks up. Director: Next up is Michael Ahriman. Today is the last day he will be with for a while. He is leaving to compete in 96 Federations, under the supervision of Dr. Jacobs of course. Today, we will be doing his last psych evaluation for a while. He turns to Dr. Jacobs. Director: Dr. the floor is your’s. Dr. Jacobs: Thank you. Today, I stand here before to tell you that Michael is the best example for misplaced rage. He was a war hero, serving two different tours in Iraq, and when he came home, he was a common man who worked a steady job and had a family. He reaches for my file. Here comes the good part. He pulls out her picture. Dr. Jacobs: This is Amanda Ahriman. Looked like a beautiful wouldn’t you say? Had everything she ever wanted. A nice house, great job, and a beautiful child. He pulls out my favorite picture of her now. Dr. Jacobs: This was her the night the police found her. The board members take one look and immediately look away. Dr. Jacobs: Her face was carved off with a kitchen, which you can see lying next to her body. She was stabbed 87 times in the chest and stomach. He puts the pictures on the table in front of the board memebers and gets out pictures of him. Dr. Jacobs: This was Braxton Ahriman the night of the murder. He was found in his fathers arms, his whole body blue. His cause of death was broken neck. He puts the picture on the table. Dr. Jacobs: Believe me, I have don everything I can to help this man. I have even brought in the top psychiatrists in the whole world to try to help me with this man, but they always tell me that there is no help, and I simply do not believe that. This man can be helped and I have finally found the one way to help him, and that is for him to get his anger out in a constructive way. Through competing, I believe Michael can and will get rid of this rage he has deep down inside of him. The director interrupts. Director: But Dr. Jacobs, you are asking us to release a man that is sentence to life in prison. You are asking us to let him go out in public, around people, where he can easily escape and cause more harm. I interrupt him. Michael: You know, you can talk to me. I am sitting right here. The director looks my way. Director: O. K. Michael, I really do think that there is no help for you in the world. I think you are seriously a psychopath that does not have any hope left. I am against this, but due to your golden tongued Dr. over there, the board has went against me and voted to let you out. I smile at him. Director: I have viewed your file thousands of times Michael, and I seriously think that this great state of ours should have went against law and put your ass to death when we had the chance. I laugh at him. Director: What’s so funny Michael? Michael: I am just thinking what I would like to do to you right now. Director: And what would you like to do to me Michael? Michael: One day, when I am long gone from this Hell hole and you have forgotten all about me, I am going to show up at your house. I am going to break in, find where you and your wife sleep, and I am going to tie to you up. Then, I am going to take that pretty little wife of yours and have some fun with her in front of you. I promise you, it will be slow, and it will be painful. Then, I am going to torture you a bit. Hell, I might even cut your face and wear it around town for a little while. But I promise you, one day, I will find you and I will kill you. Director: Are you threatening me Michael? I smile at him again. This man must be stupid. Michael: No, that is not a threat, and it is not a promise. Threats cannot get carried out, and promises were made to broken. That is a guarantee. One day, I will place you in the dirt where you belong. Dr. Jacobs finally steps in. Dr. Jacobs: Michael, that is enough! I can’t stop now. I have too much fun to quit now. Michael: You want to know what went through my mind when I killed them two? Do you? The first thing I thought was ‘I wonder how much she can bleed?’ So, I grabbed a kitchen knife and put theory to a test. People test theories everyday. What was so long with me testing mine? Then, in the midst of me stabbing that bitch, I heard my child in the next room, crying. I couldn’t have that! No son of mine would ever cry. So I went in there, took him in my arms, and with one little jerk, I snapped his neck in two! The board members started throwing up. Dr. Jacobs put a needle in my arm to knock me out. I feel my eye lids starting to fall down. I heard the screaming of the members as I drifted off into sleep. So its back to the unforgiving walls. The walls that scream in torture when I am away from them and when I am there. Its back to the walls that will forever be my only home. |
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