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Silenced!; Showdown RP #1
Topic Started: Jul 9 2008, 06:24 AM (69 Views)
Joof
sVo Champion
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"BRRIIIINNNNG! BRRIIIINNNNG!"

Ugh, what a way to wake up, huh?

I open my eyes and sit up lazily in bed, instantly locating the source of the noise in my small apartment. My phone is ringing, but right now I can't be bothered climbing out of my slumber to answer it. Let the machine take care of my problems for now.

"Hey, you've reached Nathan Paradine. I'm not home right now, but please feel free to leave a message after the beep. BEEP!"

Oh yeah, gotta love that little invite. It gets peoples hopes up, y'see. They think someone answered the phone, then BAM!

"Hey Nathan, it's Emma, I was just calling to tell you I have your match for this week, anyway, just give me a call back when-"

In almost the amount of time it takes to blink, I have bolted out of bed and shot across the room. I snatch up the voice and speak hurridly.

"Emma? Emma?"

Thank god, she didn't finish her sentence and hang up. I take a few deep breaths, noting that the mad dash across the room really took it out of me.

"Nathan? Is something wrong? You sound exhausted..."

"Me? No... I'm... fine..."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm... perfectly... alright..."

"Oh... Well, then, you have a match against-"

I begin shifting things on my kitchen bench, trying to find a scrap of paper I can use to scribble down the details of match match. In my haste, I knock the TV remote to the ground. The TVtucked away into the corner blares into life, the screen showing a fat man laying half naked in bed. Obviously, I've managed to find the movie of the day. I pick up the remote and furiously begin to mash buttons, succeeding only in increasing the volume as the man speaks. Soon, his voice is booming around the apartment.

"Hey baby, come back to bed will ya?"

I press more buttons, and finally mute the damned thing. I turn my attention back to Emma on the phone. I suddenly realise she isn't speaking. Not good... could she possibly think...

"Emma?"

There is a pause for another few seconds, and then Emma speaks again.

"You know, Nathan... I can see that this was probably a bad time, you know, if you have a friend over..."

"Friend? What friend?" I say frantically. What is this girl talking about!?

"Nathan... I kinda just heard your, um, friend... and with you out of breath, I can put two and two together..."

I think furiously for a moment, wondering what she means. Then suddenly, it clicks.

"No, Emma, no, that was just my TV, I knocked the remote down, that wasn't meant to happen-"

"Nathan, I don't care what you do in your own time. That is your own business. If you like spending time with your... male friends, then that's okay."

"Emma, you don't understand, I'm out of breath because-"

"Nathan, I don't want to know!" she says. I shake my head and sigh.

"Fine. Whatever Emma. Just tell me my damned match. Please tell me I got something good this week..."

"Well... you could say that."

I hear the rustling of paper and a few clicks of a computer mouse. I stand and wait, furious at the way this little conversation is going.

"Um, yeah, okay. Nathan, you have a match against Steven Steele-"

"Who? Is he some new guy?"

I begin to think, trying to recall a guy named Steven Steele in the sVo. Thinking, thinking, thinking... nope. Don't remember him. I probab;y don't want to remember him either.

"Nathan, Steven Steele is a former CWF World Heavyweight Champion, he has been with the company for a few weeks now... surely you saw him join Bad Religion on Showdown!? It was one of the highest rated segments of the night."

I keep thinking, and finally get an image into my head. Black hair, constantly pissed off expression?

"Uh, is he the guy in the white? He lost to Drew Carrig a few weeks back..."

"Yep. That's him. A formidible foe by all accounts, the loss the Carrig is the only loss he has managed to aquire since entering the sVo. But there is something else..."

"What would that be?"

"He is actually asking you to beat him."

I stand dumbfounded for an instant. Then I burst out laughing. This guy can't be serious.

"You're kidding, right?"

"No, Nathan, I'm not. This guy has cut a whole promo around asking you to beat him, to shut him up."

My laughter dies away slowly. Oh. He WAS serious.

"Oh. So this guy is serious? Well. If it is a loss he wants, then a loss he shall recieve! But, this is all the more reason to be careful..."

There are a few more clicks, and then I hear Emma gasp. Oh hoorah. The suspense is killing me.

"You're right that you better be careful. Your match is a number one contendership match for the Las Vegas Championship!"

I'm suddenly all business, scribbling this interesting little factoid down the back of my hand.

"The Las Vegas Championship, huh? Looks like taking out Cody Williams finally got me some recognition in this place."

"Yeah, seems it did..."

"Oh Emma, you're not seriously angry at me for taking out Cody are you?"

"Not for what you did to Cody. He was an arrogant prick. But what you did to his wife..."

"Aw, c'mon, that was just a bit of fun. I didn't do anything to her, I promise you. Just that one kiss, and I forced her to sign a contract stating she is my valet. That's all. Coming back into Vegas undetected was all her doing, not mine."

"Fine. Whatever, Nathan. I'm just here to give you your matches."

"That's right. You are. Anything else I should know about this Steven Steele guy, and this contendership match?"

"I have plenty of stuff for you. Drop by the offices in the new few days, I'll give you all the info I have."

"Okay then. Sounds good."

"Bye, Nathan."

The call ends, and I stand for a moment listening to the dailtone.

"Well, the Las Vegas Championship huh?"

I hang the phone back up and begin to pace around my tiny living room, thinking hard on this match. Other than taking out Cody, this is my first real test in the sVo. Beating Steven and then going on to beat TJ Raven will gain me recognition, certainly. But I'm getting way to far ahead of myself here. Time to just think on Steven.

Steven Steele. A former CWF Heavyweight Champion, Tag Team Champion, and International Champion. I've never heard of the CWF, but I do know several sVo guys immigrated from there recently and joined our ranks. Guys from other feds aren't exactly welcomed here in the sVo... Why, I can't explain. Perhaps because you can't just join the sVo. This company needs to be in your very heart, your very soul, from the beginning. The sVo is my very lifeforce.

I broke Cody Williams, I broke Sensei Shredder, and by god Steven Steele I will break you as well. You ask me to beat you? Fine. You will be beaten within an inch of your life, and you will be silenced. Drew Carrig is the only man to have beaten you in your sVo career. Carrig is gone now, so I guess I'll be the only active member of the roster to get the job done properly.

Steven. I respect you. Actually, I'm just kidding. I don't respect you. You join Bad Religion and you believe your career has been catapaulted to new heights. Bad Religion is a career killer, Noir is gone, Mad Max is gone, Williams has lost his entire "kill" factor in the ring. Only Zero seems to have sheltered to storm that racked the waters of that stable.

You want defeat? You want to be silenced? I can do that. I will do that.


"Damn right that's what I'll do.."

I mutter to myself as I walk back to my bed. I can't be bothered falling asleep again now, so I think I'll hit the town. You never know what can happen in Vegas!
Edited by Joof, Jul 9 2008, 06:27 AM.
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