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DJ RP#1
Topic Started: Mar 6 2010, 02:49 AM (42 Views)
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"Insanity is the only sane choice in an Insane World"

“I.. don’t care..”

A young man in his mid to late teens sat in a chair staring out a window absently rocking back and forth. His face was painted with regret and sorrow, his green eyes searching for some kind of consolation from the sky. As we slowly pan back we see the boy is not alone. Laying on the ground is a girl with her arms carefully wrapped around her waist staring up at the ceiling, a vacant, empty expression. In the center of the sparse furnished room an eight year old ran around in circles, echoing the words “zoom zoom” to himself, off in his own little world.

There were at least four more children in the room with similar.. Incapacities, either spaced out on some kind of anti-psychotic or mournfully locked in some manner of mental debilitation. All save for one boy who stood near the door with his hands behind his back glaring at the scene unfolding before him.

“I said I do not care. God does not care about the weak and… insane.” the boy said with a sharp tinge of resentment given his assignment, looking over his shoulder at the door where a little slat had been opened up with two eyes staring out of it.

“Well they are your responsibility now DJ. This is a punishment, its not a reward. You said the same thing when you attacked the Jefferson girl last week. God didn’t care about her either? Well God may not but we do here at Arkham Orphanage so you’re going to have to learn how to care as well, aye?” the voice belonging to the eyes said in a scratchy female voice.

“She had it coming. She is a foul and wicked girl. Only sixteen years old and pregnant with a child who’s father remains at this point quote, unquote unknown. She had to learn her lesson and hopefully in the process I beat that sin out of her belly.” he snapped back, his upper lip twitching slightly as he looked back across the room. His voice was cold and harsh, similar to his grandfather’s voice. In fact, with his hair wildly parted and his own self pious expression painted across his face he was starting to look very much like Jebadiah Joel.

“You are a wicked boy, DJ. But you’ll learn to care.” and with that the slot would slam closed leaving DJ with the children before him, long since having fallen into madness or depression. None of them look at him.. Either they are too lost in their own minds or to ashamed of what they were to look at him. DJ turns toward the door, his fists balling up as his brow lowers and his lip curls.

“You can’t keep me in here.. YOU CAN’T KEEP ME IN HERE!”

- SVO Main Offices, 2010

DJ sat in a chair in a private conference room. The Corporation had been requested to be here for a Press Conference that was to be held in the main lobby later today to introduce the Corporation representatives. DJ was wearing his normal semi-business attire and staring at copy of his new contract he just recently signed.

He had wondered if his value was not as high as his fellow Corporation members as he was getting less then some others were despite the fact he was, himself, a part of the World Championship Tournament. In fact most people are not banking on him winning the Title at Resurrection… they are expecting other well known wrestlers within SVO. That hardly seemed fair given how much he had done in the past and how hard he worked to ensure The Corporation’s justice was done. But then the world is not a fair place.

Shuffling through a few of the papers his mind drifted to his Tag Team Partner, La Envidia Mata. There was a man who was getting paid vastly more then DJ was for a job that was no less what DJ was capable of. And DJ's opponent this week? Joseph Equinox. That should make for an interesting battle.

He finished looking through his contract, pushing it across the table as he stood up, looking over toward the clock at the far end of the room. He let out a sigh and pulled a pair of glasses out of his pocket. Attached to the glasses were a fake nose and mustache. He eyed it for a moment then looked back at the clock, a somewhat irritated look coming across his face.

“..time to be funny.” And with that he would slip the glasses over his face, cracking his neck as he did so. A sneer washed over the lower part of his face as he smoothed out his cloths. “For the peons. For the idiots. For the toy salesmen. Let them have their fun. Let freaks like Joseph Equinox poke fun at it all.. Ultimately he won’t see it coming..”

- Arkham Orphanage; 1988

“Ronald Regan was a perfectly good.. Ugh.. You irritated me.” DJ said as he turned his head, scowling deeply. He had grown tired over the last year of trying to talk to these.. Psychos and autistic idiots. He loathed them almost as much as he loathed his grandfather. Bitter.. Resentful and disrespectful. DJ was turning out to be a fine young man.

“But.. Ms. Finnese says he was bad for the eco-non-omy” said one lazy eyed girl who looked at DJ with a pouty, saddened face as if he had just piddled in her cereal.

“Ms. Finnese is also single, grossly over weight and suffering from a mid life crisis because she has to deal with vermin like you, Lazy Eyed Lizzy.” he snapped back at her as he started to stand up from the little table they were sitting at. He turned his eyes toward the door.. A year.. A year locked in here with these rejects from society. It was almost too much for the young boy to stand.

“Don’t call me that!” the girl with the lazy eye said, burying her face in her arms as she started to cry. The young DJ looked back at her, his lip twitching again as he looked at her with disgust. He looked as if he was going to hit her before there was a knock at the front door and all the children in the large room seemed to slowly turn to look at it. Like deer in headlights none of them seemed to be able to look away.. None but DJ.

“Hello children.. Have you been good boys and girls today?..” A soft voice filled the room like a breath of fresh air and the children seemed to be calmed by it. They all stood up slowly, even the lazy eyed girl who wiped tears away from his face.

“Yes Ms. Finnese..” they answered in unison. All of them.. Save for one boy. Young DJ who folded his arms across his chest and looked at the ground, bitterness written across his face. From the door a large woman with rosy skin and long brown hair walked in. She looked to be about 54 years old though obviously well fed. “..except DJ has been being bad again..”

They all turned and pointed at DJ who slowly looked up as if challenging Ms. Finnese to do something about it. She arched her eyebrows up as she looked at DJ, slowly walking into the room and closing the door behind her. She locked it and tucked the keys into her pocket before she started walking toward DJ, each unbalanced step threatening to send the mountain of a woman over.

“DJ.. Why have you chosen to be such a naughty child?” she said in a soothing tone, pulling what looked to be a leather strap out of her pocket.

“I do not choose to be naught.. I choose to be righteous, Finnese. I choose to be correct and I choose not to give into your diluted left wing propaganda. Love? Kindness? That belt lets me your love and kindness is no more justifiable then my Grandfather’s.” he said, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. He had been through this before. Punishment they called it. DJ could take their punishment. It was the best they could throw at him but it was not the worst he had ever had. She was fat and slow and the strikes were weak and limp.

Let her have her fun. Let her think DJ was weak and willing to give in. DJ knew better.. And one day he was going to lure that wench of a woman to him and take her down. Let her think he was crazy enough to endure forever.. Let them all think that. DJ would be free soon. Then he would never have to endure again.

- The Corporation Headquarters; 2010

DJ exited the conference room last, letting his fellow Corporation members leave first. He had put on his little act and acted the fool. He was the idiot of the group and he played the part well. Let them all think little DJ was a fool. Let them all think Little DJ was a raving lunatic. Let them all think what they wanted..

Maybe DJ was a fool and an idiot. But the Future of Wrestling was not. He knew the game to play and he would not mind playing it once again. His opponents all considered him a fool. They all counted him out because he didn’t seem to have a plan. Didn’t seem to have any solution to his various problems. But that was the folly of the brave.. Of the over confident. Let them all think him a silly little man.

He watched the last of the Corporation members disappear into President Paige’s office before he stopped walking, folding his arms over his chest. He eyed the opening of the door pondering great many things. The Corporation was the best choice of allies, of course. He was not sure why so many others fought against this type of thinking. Raven didn’t think he needed allies. Juliana Torres was more then happy to keep her muscle bound freak and the idiot Ken around her for some reason. Chris Wrestling teamed up with a mentally handicapped individual.

Why did they do that? Some said it was because they hated La Envidia Mata that much. Other’s said it was to provide them with a challenge or because La Envidia Mata did not allow for much freedom. That was.. Interesting thinking. He couldn’t understand why they thought that way but they did. In time they learned from their follies though DJ was always on the look out for betrayal. La Envidia Mata had turned on Chicky Starr over a year ago and shoved a pen in his eye.. DJ Remembered..

La Envidia Mata would gnaw off his own leg if it meant he would survive an encounter.. DJ remembered.. But it was that kind of desperate win at the cost of anything mind set that kept him there. It was La Envidia Mata's kindness that drew DJ in.. it was his vicious zeal to maintain complete power that kept The Future of Wrestling there. After all there was no better place in the war then at the devils left side.. Of course if the option ever presented itself to take his place DJ would always be happy to do so.

“So.. Having second thoughts?”

A thin voice echoed from behind DJ. He quirked an eyebrow and turned slightly to eye her. A thin, blonde hair girl who worked for one of the local sports papers who was covering the SVO story. She was young, maybe twenty three and she wore a bright smile. She obviously had wandered into the wrong area of the building but she seemed pleased to have caught DJ.

“Second thoughts about what pray tell?” he answered, his head dropping down slightly as he looked over his nose at her giving him a somewhat predatorily look.

“About the choices you’ve made?” she said, cocking her head to the side as she adjusted her weight on her legs, her hip jutting out. She had a decent body and knew how to use it, unfortunately DJ was never dumb stuck by such things.

“No regrets here.. We’ve always done what we had to. Survival is not something you can necessarily call a bad decision in the world we live in today. Its not a nice place, its not a hospitable place.. And there is no reason for us to be any different.” he growled at her, his hands to his side. He slowly started popping each of his fingers methodically as he spoke, low cracks sounding out after every third word or so.

“So you ok with what you’ve done in the past? Not that there isn’t any reason for you to be but.. Sometimes, as people get older, there are.. Decisions they have made that they look back upon as foolish or sometimes plain bad. Not a lot is known about the mysterious DJ beyond his.. Crazy antics.” she smiled coyly at him as if she was trying to goad something out of it.

DJ eyed her a moment longer and turned on his heel, his back arching somewhat as he marched into La Envidia Mata’s office with the rest of the Corporation slamming the door behind him. The woman made a little “hm” noise before wandering back down the way she came, clicking her tongue on the top of her mouth as she went.

- Arkham Orphanage, 1991

DJ picked up the small towel that was on the floor, wiping away some of the blood on his hands. Around him were children of various ages, 4 to 18, all of them clearly harboring some kind of mental problem. Some here crying, some here hiding and some were staring at DJ in horror. DJ himself didn’t seem overly concerned as he used the towel to clean off his hands.

“And so, Ms. Finnese, I hope you accept my resignation from this post. You see I just couldn’t handle it any more. It was the freaks.. They just got to me. I’m not bitter about what you tried to do Ms. Finnese, you tried to make me into what you thought was a good boy.” he was calm and smooth as he spoke, checking over his fingers a moment longer before dropping the towel to the side. “But you see, the problem is when you push someone long enough. Hard enough. Far enough they decide one day they don’t want it anymore. I decided a long time ago I didn’t want it anymore.”

DJ stepped over a large woman who was laying on the floor bleeding from the head. She was alive and breathing of course. But it looked as if she had been pummeled by someone or something. Evidence might suggest that someone or something was DJ and his fists.

“See.. What I am bitter about is that you never got better at trying to break me. You never really learned.. You just did the same methodical.. Boring brand of punishment as if it would eventually work. No escalation.. No improvements.. No minor variants. Just the same thrashing from a belt.” DJ spoke loudly, in hopes that she was aware enough to hear him as he started picking up various clothing items from his drawers, stuffing them in a bag. The other children seemed to hide or shirk away from him as he did this chore.

DJ packed himself five shirts, two pair of pants, three pairs of socks and three pairs of underwear. He zipped up the bag and with that he grabbed a sweat jacket he pulled on and a ball cap. He eyed a few of the kids who’s stuff he considered taking but then immediately rejected it as it was mostly worthless junk that would never serve a purpose.

“But you’ll never understand that Ms. Finnese. God will judge you on your final day and you will see how your wicked ways shall be repaid, rest assured. Now.. Where are those keys..”

He stepped back over to her and searched her pockets pulling out a pair of keys and what looked to be a billfold.

“I hope you do not mind.. I’ll need a little cash if I am going to be going anywhere after all. I doubt you will begrudge me too much seeing as I just taught you a very important life lesson you won’t soon forget.”

And with that DJ would start heading toward the door, whistling along his way giving some of the kids dirty looks. He quickly unlocked the door and paused for a moment looking out at the free world.. A world he had not seen in over four years. He breathed in the free air and stepped out to his new life.

- The Corporation Headquarters; 2010

DJ was leaning against a wall eyeing the water cooler next to him. La Envidia Mata had told the boys he needed to speak to Chris Wrestling alone about some business with Orlando Fox. DJ could care less.. Their little feud was entertaining enough but DJ never cared much for the rape of small animals. What he was more interested in was his match against Joseph Equinox later that week.

The show had been postponed after various damages done to The Corporation headquarters and the Corporation Website leading to many fans thinking it was closed. DJ had even thought it was closed when he tried to log into his personal account. That gave DJ more time to think about the match. More time to ponder upon his enemies.

Joseph Equinox.. Was this man really as insane as he appeared or was he more like DJ then originally thought? He did play the madness up to get support.. Or to catch people off guard when he showed up to a match? He seemed rather a bit like a clown sometimes. Was he just another cheap rip off or was there more to this man then meets the eye? President Paige picked him to be a part of this tournament but… then again he let everyone in it… that doesn’t make it a smart choice..still..

The Future of Wrestling would put him to the test this Sunday. DJ knew he would.. Because The Future of Wrestling hated people like him.. Because The Future of Wrestling hated things that challenged his way of thinking. Joseph Equinox was a loss canon, he was an unpredictable boob who was as much a joke as he was a real contender. The Future of Wrestling would want to test him.. Would want to see how much he wanted to win. And how much of his madness was real and how much was fake. Everybody bleeds red and if The Future of Wrestling had to show him that then The Future of Wrestling would.. DJ had no doubts.

DJ was yet to see what was so dangerous about this man. DJ will show Joseph Equinox that perhaps it is time to pick a new career.. He was strong and he was big but DJ knew the ring better then he did. He knew how to cheat better then he did.. And he had better allies then he did.

So the two of them wil face each other in the first round of the tournament.. Good for him, DJ thought. Good for him because he does not have a chance against such odds. Even if DJ is working at half his capacity that is more then necessary to deal with this clone. And going into the second round it is going to be important to put this idiot in his place.. Because The Corporation issn’t just the most dangerous and organized team here.

We are the Best Team. And the Best Team ALWAYS wins.
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