| Everywhere I Go, It Haunts Me; Showdown #13 rp 01 | |
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| Perfection | Jan 19 2008, 06:25 PM Post #1 |
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The Reflection of Perfection
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I was at the top of the food chain. I was at my prime in my career. And with something as simple as a powerbomb, my career had just ended. In an instant. Never before has anything happened so suddenly, without notice. I guess you can say that am bitter. Maybe even regretful. If I could go back into time, I would have avoided that powerbomb all together. I would have still been World champion, finished my tour of Japan, and come back to the states and secure my spot as the top draw in the professional wrestling business once again. But nonetheless it is something that happened that I cannot take back. If only I had seen it coming. Or did I? Nomad came up to me that evening and we discussed certain things about our match up that needed straightening out. More straightening out than Nomad's frizzy bleach blonde hair that had poofed up due to the significant climate change. We had wrestled numerous times before this match, but since it was the last match on the tour we wanted to leave Japan with a bang, and leave them wanting more. Which in turn would make the promoters want to bring us back in, since we were already the top draw. In Japan, it is rare for Gaijins to outsell the native wrestlers. "So, we'll do the Picture Perfect false finish. Then you will go for a Vindication false finish. And then we will reverse a few finishing maneuver attempts." "Sounds good" he replied. Of course it sounds good you bafoon, it was my idea. I rubbed my chin a bit whilst thinking of a spot that we could do to finish the match. But any idea of anything spectacular had slipped my mind, "Do you have any ideas? Any thing you want to do in particular. That right there was the beginning of my doom. I should have left it at the false finishes, left the room and went to warm up. But I decided that I should allow him to give any input or ideas he had in mind. Bad idea. He thought for a second and then quickly answered, "Well, there is this move I saw someone do when I was wrestling for PIW. It's a powerbomb, but like instead of one, I do two. It will look great. I will nail the first powerbomb, and then when I lift you up for the second one, you fight your way out, land on your feet and then hit your move and then BAM! It's over, you win, I win, the fans win, everyone wins!" That was the most brilliant idea I have ever heard anyone say. Well, at the time at least. I was intrigued with this idea and wanted to go ahead with it, but remembered Nomad saying earlier that he had pulled his bicep while lifting the other day. "Are you sure you will be able to do it? I don't want you to further injure yourself." "Oh, I'm fine. I should be able to do it." "Do you want to go try it out and make sure your arm is good to go?" I asked. "Nah, we'll be fine." "Alright, see you in the ring." Mistake number two. Never let an injured man do a move on you that involves their injury. And mistake number three. Never let someone do something on you that they haven't either gone over with you or have never done in their life. Towards the end of our match we had already done several false finishes and reversed each others finisher. And I even did his ridiculous finisher the Vindication. YOU do a foward Russian Sweeping Facebuster and tell me that it is not the most ridiculous thing you have ever seen or done. The referee who spoke very little english called for the end, well he actually just said the word "over", but it meant finish the match. I told Nomad to take it home and he kicked me in the gut. In Nomad fashion he dragged his thumb across his neck and grabbed me by the waist. He began to lift me up for the powerbomb as I pushed against his legs to give him the leverage he needed to get me up. Suddenly I felt his grip loosen. "Oh shit," I heard him murmur as his arm gave out. I could see the reaction on his face as I began my journey crashing down to the mat. Everything went in slow motion. The crowds reactions have become slow and drawn out, muffled even. The lights in the arena turned into hot, lamps that shined brighter than any shining star. CRACK!!!!! "Cody! Wake up!" I heard a voice say, I turned over to my side and it was Sasha, standing in front of the mirror putting on some lipstick. "Hurry up, we got to get to Las Vegas for tomorrow. Get out of bed already!" I try to catch my breath, trying to calm my heavy breathing. Wiping the sweat off of my forehead I look over at my alarm clock and realize that I don't have much time to prepare. "Alright, let me take a shower real quick. Call Hoyt and tell him to get my Jet ready." I jump out of bed, birthday suit and all and run towards the bathroom. I can hear Sasha giggling in the distance. I don't know if she was giggling because I was in such a hurry or because she remembered what we did last night. Oh well. |
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