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The time is nearly upon us Brent; Forth Exodus RP
Topic Started: Jul 14 2004, 08:39 PM (44 Views)
The Disciple Leon Blake
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MERC1, Seth Kross’ limo pulls up outside the arena set to host another explosive edition of SCW Exodus. The back window slowly draws down with the smoothness only supplied by electric windows. The face of Seth protrudes from inside of the limo and takes a long hard look at the arena from the outside. The huge banner spanning the centre of the reception area reads ‘SCW Exodus! If you haven’t seen it…you haven’t lived!’

Seth-“ Gentlemen, we have arrived.

Seth disappears behind the tinted window as it winds up. The arena can be seen in the reflection of the tinted window as MERC1 pulls away, heading for the arena parking lot. Upon arrival in the sectioned off area of the car park, The executive car park, four huge SCW lorries are already there. Riggers and road agents flee around like ants pulling out equipment such as lighting, pyro’s and the ring itself. MERC1 comes to a halt a safe distance away from the hustle and bustle of the busy SCW workers. Seth Kross, accompanied by his son Jonny emerge from the back of the limo, while Valec gets out via the drivers and ‘The Disciple’ Leon Blake exits from the passenger seat up front. The so called main player of the Mercenaries, Phoenix, has not yet arrived in his classic Pontiac Firebird. No matter, the unit are in no danger of any confrontation, and with Valec, Jonny and Blake they have all the firepower they need regardless. The Mercenaries have arrived a day early, at the request of ‘The Disciple’. Although his reasons are undisclosed, Seth agreed to travel early. Valec pops the boot and he and Jonny begin to unload a few bags of personal belongings. Blake takes an early leave and goes to explore his new surroundings. Seth and the remaining two members of the team head off into the arena and hunt out the SCW road agent in charge of appointing dressing rooms. After a few minutes they locate the agent, named Bill Thorpe. Bill is perched on a huge SCW transport crate barking orders at the ‘little people’. Seth approaches Bill from behind and awaits his attention. A few moments pass and Seth still waits...impatiently. He clears his throat loudly…but to no avail. Seth turns to Valec and gives him a slight nod. The monster grins before launching a huge boot into the side of the crate. The crate shakes violently, and Bill almost takes a dive from the crate to the unforgiving stone floor below. Bill instinctively drops to his knees to lower his centre of gravity. As the crate comes to a stand still he turns to face whoever has played this prank on him. As his eyes lock upon Seth’s, the anger on his face dissolves immediately.

Seth-“Well hello there Mr.Thorpe, I almost didn’t see you there. I trust you are the man to see about a dressing room…(Bill is about to speak when Seth continues)…And when I say dressing room, I obviously mean the largest VIP room on your little clip board there (gestures at clip board).

Bill-“Seth…buddy…long time no see…(the nervousness in Bills voice shows as he fumbles with the clip board)…Well you see Seth, the biggest room we got has already been allocated…to…(searches the list on his clipboard)…The vice president of the arena…sorry Seth, your gonna have to settle for second best buddy…its still one of the best rooms in the arena…”

Seth snatches the clip board from Bills grubby hands. Thorpe rolls his fat ass off the crate and tries to snatch the board back. His efforts however are thwarted by Young Jonny up steps in front of his father. Bill automatically backs down from Jonny, but a genuine look of concern still frames his face.

Bill-“ Seth…buddy…im gonna need that back…p,please.”

Seth reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a gold plated fountain pen. The pen alone costs more than the entire ensemble of most of the SCW workers put together. A few notes made here and there and Seth hands the clip board back.

Seth-“Well Bill…ole buddy…it looks as if there’s been some mistake, according to your clipboard…Me and my comrades here are actually positioned in the VIP room…now if you’ll excuse me…My colleagues and I would like to get settled in…thank you for your time Mr. Thorpe…oh, and tell your darling wife I was asking after her…(Seth places the pen in his jacket pocket and looks at Jonny and Valec) Gentlemen...if you will(gesturing to the bags)

Seth heads off toward the elevator as Valec and Jonny grab the bags. As they head toward the elevator Jonny can’t help but laugh at the mis-fortune and weakness of Bill Thorpe.

Bill-“(talks quietly to himself)Im gonna get in some serious trouble for this…”

While riding the elevator to the top floor of the arena Seth instructs Jonny to contact Phoenix and let him know the current situation regarding the room. After a brief phone call Jonny informs Seth that Phoenix is on his way…he just needed a few things, bear necessities if you will. Upon arrival at the VIP suite Seth and Valec begin to make themselves at home. Valec immediately locates the fridge and stores his supply of ‘Hot Sauce’ (refer to bloodlust RP) Seth takes this time to appreciate the view from the highest window in the arena. Jonny is leaping around on the king-size beds and huge settee located in the living room area.

Jonny-“Now this is what I’ve been talking about! From now on…no more crummy motels…we stay in places like this! Im goin for a Jacuzzi or some shit!

Approximately twenty minutes pass and eventually Phoenix arrives at the suite with a brown paper bag. He stands in awe of the suite before dipping into the bag and dishing out the so called. Bear necessities he spoke of on the phone. He hands Seth around four business newspapers. For Valec, a copy of 1984 by George Orwell and a brand new leather clad ledger which the big man requested. He pulls out a copy of the new SCW title for the PS2…’SCW You make the rulz!’ for Jonny who is still pampering himself in the upper class suite. He then pulls out a bad of disposable razors for Blake. He looks around the room, his eyes searching for ‘The Disciple’.


Phoenix-“Yo…where’s Leon?

Seth-“He went walk about when we arrived and I haven’t seen him since…Valec, you know where he is?

Valec admires his new Ledger as he answers.

Valec-“He’s getting himself prepared…

Phoenix-“He’s really been taking this thing serious lately…too much time spent with this dude if you ask me.(gestures at Valec with his head)

Valec-“He’s always had this side to him…he just pushed it to the back of his mind…I just helped him bring out…so to speak.

Phoenix-“Well you better hope this ‘side’ of him is just a little personality glitch now and again...I don’t think I could cope with TWO fully fledged physco’s around the place.

Jonny shouts from the bathroom.

Jonny-“ (laughin hysterically) They have clean towels here! Clean towels!

Phoenix-“Make that three physco’s…what the hell have I got myself involved in here (Seth laughs) Anyway, you think I should go find Leon?

Valec-“Nope…this time is precious…It’s the proverbially calm before the storm…we’ve got a bust night ahead of us tomorrow…we all handle it in different ways…to each their own Phoenix, to each their own.

Phoenix-“That’s the most normal comment to leave your scary ass in months dude!

The laughter from the VIP suite echoes down the corridor…Meanwhile, elsewhere in the building, up in the nose bleeds of the arena floor itself a lowly soul sits…’The Disciple’ sits alone on the highest tier of the arena. His hood draped over his face as he gently rocks back and forth on a folding chair. At his feet lies the crucifix he commandeered at the site of the old priests so called murder. Below him, a team of riggers construct the ring…Blake raises his head and looks upon the workers.

Blake-“That’s right…make sure those ropes are on nice and tight…I want to leave Brent with no excuses…here comes the canvas…Brilliant white! Freshly cleaned…scrubbed by hand to remove the stains of battle…Blood, sweat and tears...take a good look at the clean canvas boys…Tomorrow, I plan…nay, I promise… to spill the blood of Brent Randell and stain that canvas once more…his sweat will be ground deep into its fibres…and his tears…oh how sweet his tears will taste….Like ambrosia! Food of the Gods! For a full week now Brent seems to think he’s verbally beaten me…For a week now Brent has claimed he will knock me down and walk the opposite direction on the sinners path…He actually believes he can avoid Retribution (begins to laugh quietly. He reaches down and clasps the crucifix) It will be this over-confidence that will make his fall from grace so easy…and sweet…Two men walk into that ring, one shall walk away (Blake’s grip tightens around the crucifix)Brent already knows in his doomed soul that I shall be the one walking out of here victorious…Then I head into Rise To Greatness with a win over one of these cursed souls…and Valec holding a win over the other…Victories aren’t the only thing we shall hold over them at RTG…We still hold a Grudge! For the crimes committed against Valec and Myself, they shall feel the full extent of their punishment…what ever pains I inflict tomorrow will be mere shadows of the pain I shall unleash on both Randell and Pakelika…that’s if myself and Valec can restrain ourselves long enough…Randell…rest easy tonight warrior…for tomorrow, you are to be tried…If you don’t fear me Randell…and you don’t fear Retribution…fear what awaits your soul…a pain worse than death a assure you! (blake loosens his grip and seems to relax a little) Brent…its time…its time…

‘The Disciple’ remains seated as the workers below him continue to construct what, in a couple of hours, will be an epic battleground where differences are settled, allegiances are formed and wars waged…and tomorrow…Retribution dealt.
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