| A Demon Awakes; rp 1 | |
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| demonhunter76 | Jun 10 2008, 04:08 PM Post #1 |
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Death's Servant in waiting
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[After a grueling matchup with Drew Carring and NANU, Peter Gilmour thought he would be named the newest member of the rebel group known simply as Bad Religion. However, that was not the case...Bad Religion felt the need to add insult to injury, by attempting to end the career of the Xtreme Icon. He fought with honor, and attempted to side track their cruel intentions, but Bad Religion was much more than he could handle alone. After the show, Peter was checked out by a doctor who diagnosed him with a grade 2 concussion and a broken jaw. But Peter shook it off in a rather evil way and plans on getting some revenge as Showdown comes to Brazil this Sunday.] [A panning outside view of a hospital in the town of Dublin, just a mere few hours after the Showdown event. The steady movement of the CNA's and RN's, checking on patients, and Doctors attempting to play love master, with some of the younger, nicer looking nurses. The camera fades to a room on the sixth floor, room 606. [Slowly, I start to stir somewhat. Everyone still thinks I am asleep, but I am starting to gain my senses. I look over to the chair beside the bed, and I see my love, Rose, reading the newest Cosmo magazine. A doctor opens up the door, almost killing me with such bright lights from the halls. The door quickly closes, as Rose turns her attention to him, as he approaches me, laying in the bed.] Doctor: Man, has he been asleep the whole time? Rose: He stirred some when we first arrived, but for over two hours. I have not heard a so much of a snore from him. Will he be alright doctor? Doctor: I could sugarcoat the facts ma'am, but we are both adults here. He has a level two concussion, and was on the verge of a level three. The trauma to his head, was massive. It will cause massive amounts of dizziness, and sudden blackouts. He may also suffer from migraines, and anger issues while the swelling is attempting to heal. His jaw however, will be okay, but will be a tender place for awhile. Rose: Oh my...Let me ask you this...He is set to compete this Sunday, will he be able to compete or will he need more time to heal? [The man shakes his head with a sadden look. He gazes at Peter, and then back to Rose. He opens up the folder, and checks a few items on the chart.] Doctor: I won't clear him to so much leave this country in a week, let along wrestle!. I'll write a prescription for him, he will need it for the pain. He will need to take two pills every four hours or as needed for pain. This should keep him sleeping mostly, to help his body heal on its own, without causing anymore damage. However, I highly suggest him staying out the ring for two or three weeks. You need to make sure he follows that idea... [Slowly, I start to move. The two break eye contact, turning their attention to me directly. My head feels like a marching band is stomping it to death, as Rose grabs my hand and looks at me with a face full of concern.] Rose: Thank goodness you are awake Peter. How are you feeling? Peter: I feel like someone used my head as a wrecking ball, HOW THE FUCK DO YOU THINK I FEEL YOU IGNORANT BITCH!? Where in the hell am I at, [looks at the doctor] and just who in the fuck are you son? Doctor: You're in the Saint Patrick's Medical Center. You suffered a level two concussion and a slight fracture to the jaw bone. We put you on IV and some morphine to relieve the pain. Good to see you awake. Peter: Wow, are you serious? Who the fuck asked you what my condition was? I did not need some prick who makes too much money to tell me what is wrong with my own fucking body. How about dancing for my amusement, as you will be charging a fortune for that little bit? Rose: Do you have any idea what happen to you baby? Peter: I remember being in the match, and after the bell, Bad Religion entering the ring. They jumped me, and I tried to fight them off, but they all piled on me, and then waking up here. Rose: Well, you managed to get a good shot on Travis, but Zero quickly pulled you off, and laid you out. Travis and Max then performed some submission, back of the head stomp they are proclaiming to be called the Gang Bang. When Travis locked you in that single leg lion tamer, I was worried some, but when Max lifted up your head, and took his foot, and drove it into the back of your head, making your face whip lash off the mat, but... Peter: And? What, now suddenly you want to shut the fuck up? Rose: I'd rather not say. Peter: Oh, so now you want to be soft hearted? Fuck it, don't speak to me, I am tired of hearing you ramble so damn much anyway. Since I lost the Hardcore title, people have been making me the ass end of every dumb fucking joke. I turn the other cheek, and attempt to keep on. But no, they want to slam that cheek into the mat like some damn pie in a fat man's face! I am not some fucking pussy, and I refuse to be the laughing stock of sVo. I don't need anyone to help me, I can help my fucking self! [Her eyes start to water, as tears start to stream down her cheek bones. The doctor looks at me, like I am some asshole who needs to be taught a lesson, but he is not the one to do it, nor is he even man enough to attempt it.] Peter: Let me tell you a little story. Back when I was a kid, I was always picked on. I was never the popular kid. I never had the friends that wanted to hang out after school, or even share a table with at lunch...I never minded that, because I knew one day, I would be feared. Not feared as some lame excuse of thugs, who find themselves out numbering someone because they can, but feared like a bear, who is hungry, and looking for his next meal. That is how I feel right now. What Bad Religion did to me was underhanded, disgusting, and stupid. If one by one, I must take down, I will retract my revenge from every ounce of blood I make each of them spill! They think they can push me around? Well, think again! This Sunday I will get my revenge on those bastards. They think they have broken me, but they have just awoken a sleeping demon who has been locked away for a very long time. Bad Religion just made the biggest mistake of their lives, by awaking the demon inside of me. All I can say to Bad Religion is this. Laugh at me all you want to. Continue to think that I am a clown and a waste of talent. You all will get yours in due time. This Sunday, I have three other opponents standing in my way. Three men who want a chance at glory. A chance to become a champion. But the fact is, they don't stand a chance. I will win the match this week. I NEED to win this match. Fuck taking people to the XTREME! That is in the past now and the old Peter Gilmour is gone. This Sunday, I will take my three opponents to a place no mere mortal can ever come back from. A place that has no name and there is no word in the ENGLISH language to describe it. A place where men drink blood and heal their wounds in salt. Nothing can accurately describe this place, that I will take those three poor souls. This Sunday night, everybody will see a new Peter Gilmour. Some may not like it, but they will learn to love it. Sunday night, a new era BEGINS! Don't blame me for the blood I will have on my hands. For I gave all the warning signs of a man told to do what he must. Three men must suffer a tormented fate like no other. If you still think I am a fucking joke, let's see who laughs last! Now get the hell out of here! [I glance over at Rose, as I see nothing but fright in my lover's eyes. Tears are piling up, and a look of disbelief reigns over her. I should feel bad, but for some reason, I have no care at all for what she feels. It's amusing, so many years, and I finally realize, I need her gone, or I can never let this side free!] Peter: Instead of sitting there with a lock of dismay, why don't you get your shit and get THE FUCK OUT! I did not ask you to tag along. I don't even want to see your face, let along, hear your voice! Rose: Fine asshole! I'm going to back to the hotel and packing my stuff. My flight for Brazil leaves tomorrow. I hope you find your own way back there, JERK! [I know she is hurt, and all the tough woman act is, an attempt to make me mad. She storms from my room crying, as the doctor follows her, and I know he mumbled "jackass," but he was not man enough to say it to my face. I'm getting the fuck out of this hospital, I refuse to stay here any longer. I reach for the phone, and the story pauses here!] TO BE CONTINUED |
![]() ^^ credit Travis Williams with the sig PANDORA'S BOX HAS JUST BEEN OPENED!! last match: lost to cody on showdown 33 Next match: vs NANU on Unsanctioned 7 | |
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