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Elite Championship Match; Ahriman vs. Jinx vs. Kent
Topic Started: Apr 20 2009, 04:02 PM (95 Views)
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Elite Championship Match
Michael Ahriman vs. Jinx vs. Alex Kent


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The living room smells like cigarette smoke and sex. She looks up at me with a smile on her face as I thrust in her. The heat around us has brought sweat to our skin. Her moans get louder and louder as she edges closer and closer to getting off. I put my hand over her mouth to try and quiet her down before she wakes the child sleeping comfortably in the next room.

Amanda: Harder Michael!

I do as she says. All I ever tried to do in my life was to make her happy, and I started to come to the realization that there is no making her happy.

Amanda: Yeah, just like that baby.

I kept that speed. I feel her nails starting to run down my back, ripping apart my skin. I pull out and turn her over. I touch her sweaty back and run my fingers up and down it. She is starting to get impatient as I am just feeling her.

Amanda: Come on Michael, put it in me.

I smile at her statement. I reach over to the table that sits next to the couch and pick up the knife, and jam it right into the small of her back. I place my hand over mouth to keep her from waking the child. I twist the blade around a bit and pull it out.

Amanda: Michael, what have you done?

The more I look at her face the more pissed I get. I feel anger starting to take over my every nerve and my entire brain. I start stabbing, and stabbing, and stabbing. I cannot stop. I just keep stabbing, and stabbing, and stabbing, and stabbing until she starts to bleed from the mouth. I look at her and smile, not being able to stop smiling. I could see her chest rising and falling, and I could tell she was struggling to get a breath of air. I take the knife in my hands and jab it into her forehead. I started to cut the skin on her face until I got completely around her face and ended up where I started. I pulled the skin off, and her face was no in my hands. She was still alive through all of it, just unconscious. I put the knife to her temple and push it in. I could hear her as she died. I stabbed her some more until I couldn’t even lift my arm. I stopped and dropped the knife to my side. I look at the blood streaming down the couch and onto the carpet.

“That is going to be a stain and a half” I say to myself.

I get up off the couch and go to Braxton’s room where he sleeps silently. I gently open the door and sit down on his car bed. I shake him a bit to wake him. He wakes up and sits up next to me. It was too dark for him to notice the blood on my hands, but there was just enough light from him to see me.

Michael: Do you love your mommy Braxton?

I need to know this.

Braxton: I love mommy.

That’s what I thought he would say. I could feel tears coming up in my eyes. He was always closer to her, and now I took away the one thing my son loved the most.

Michael: Do you want to go see your mommy?

Braxton nodded his head yes, and the pain I was feeling was indescribable.

Michael: give me a hug first.

He comes in to hug me. I grab him behind his neck and start to hug him. I hesitated at first, but in one quick jerk, I snapped his neck in two. I jump off the bed and run out of the room, screaming at myself.

*scene fades into a hotel room*

Dr. Jacobs: MICHAEL! WAKE UP!!!

I open my eyes to see Dr. Jacobs standing over me, shaking me.

Dr. Jacobs: you were having a dream Michael.

I nod.

Dr. Jacobs: I am going downstairs for some coffee and I am taking the key. Now there are no windows in this hotel, so can I trust that you will not try to escape while I am gone?

I nod again. He leaves the room while I still lay on the bed in shock. I shake my head, trying to collect myself. I then realize that I have a title match at the next Exposed, and I laugh at it.

“Last week, you all witnessed it. You saw it, and it made you afraid, and it should have. You saw exactly what it is that I am capable of. I walked through that match with Salim, not even braking a sweat. Now this week, I am faced with a so called hero, and a psychotic wannabe.”

I reach for my cigarettes, but I remember that I was FORCED to quit. I quickly take my mind off my addiction and focus on the task at hand.

““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.”

I laugh at my statement.

“Jinx, such a precious little creature. I mentioned you in my promo last week Jinx. If you missed it, I will fill you in on what I said:

“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 scarred 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.”

“Everything I said last week still stands this week. I find you to be pathetic. You want to be seen as misunderstood, but I bet it is all just an act. I bet you get paid a bit extra on the side to dress up like a member of ICP and prance around. But then again, I guess that makes the saying that freaks attract money true because you are a freak of nature. You re not a freak in the head, no. You are just a poser. Your scars on the outside make you freak. Those scars Jinx are what makes you ugly. Those scars are what makes you want to seem scary. I am not shaking though Jinx, instead, I am looking forward to seeing just how ‘crazy’ you really are!”

Dr. Jacobs comes through the door.

Dr. Jacobs: Time to pack your stuff Michael. We have to go.

I get up off the bed and grab my bag. The guards rush through the door and take the bag out of my hands and chain me up. It is show time, and this will be a show that Jinx and Alex Kent will never forget.

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