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Raven RP#2
Topic Started: Apr 3 2010, 07:18 PM (246 Views)
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Snakes Hostility on a Plane.

The first thing Raven felt was his hair drifting back from the side of his head and face in a cool breeze. It felt good against his skin, and for a few moments, Raven just sits there - because he knows instantly he is seated; the fabric of the chair extremely comfortable beneath a body racked with pain built up over the last few days - with his eyes closed, allowing him to wash over him.

When Raven finally did begin to open them, the first question poised at the front of his mind, ready to be asked, was where was he (a question he had asked a lot lately but as his surroundings came into view, he saw there was no need to ask.

Raven was sat in a one of three blocks of seating areas with two aisles running between them, separating them. Along the aisles, women in traditional air-hostess uniforms moved, some of them pushing trolleys. He looked up above his head and realized the cool air he had been enjoying was pouring in through an air-conditioning system. Shane was sat in the window seat, he saw as he looked to his right, to be greeted with a vision of brilliant, cloudless blue. Raven pulled the blind down instantly.

'I thought you'd like the window one.' It was Salvation, speaking from his left.

Raven turned to face him and saw a deeply sardonic smirk spread across his face. A brand new question quickly coming to mind...but before he could ask it, Salvation spoke again.

'And you might want to clean yourself up a little.'

Raven's hand flew instantly to his face and pulled it away again with dirt on his fingertips. Dirt left over from the fight at the cemetery. Raven immediately began brushing it away as best as he could without a mirror or water to assist him.

'Where are we going?' He asked as he brushed, leaving a few traces and smudges, finally getting his question out. 'And how did you get me on here, anyway?'

'Very easily,' Salvation said, answering the second question without elaboration before moving back to the first. 'And we're not going anywhere.'

Raven grew suddenly annoyed and went to stand up. 'I don't have time for these games, I have to prepare for Resurrection.'

Salvation gripped his wrist tightly before he could even get halfway up. His sardonic expression had vanished in favor of his own annoyance.

'Why are you so reluctant to trust me?'

Raven didn't give an answer as Salvation turned to face front again; he couldn't think of one. He just was.

'I can tell you why,' Salvation added. 'It's because you aren't channelling your rage correctly anymore. But I'll help you with that, as I will help you win the Ladder Match against Ronnie Long at Resurrection.' His tone matter-of-factly. 'And we aren't going anywhere because we are already here!'

'How can I prepare for a Ladder Match on a plane...in the middle of a flig--'

Raven stopped mid-sentence as a voice spoke loudly, echoing down the cabin.

'Ma’am!!’

Raven turned back from the front to Salvation with wide eyes. He had recognized that voice instantly.

'You brought me here....for DVD,' Raven said, bitterly. 'He's a joke.'

'I brought you here to face one of your greatest failures.'

'Failure? I've defeated him twice since I've returned to wrestling!!

'And yet, there he is, sitting comfortably, right up there. You had two golden opportunities to lay him completely to waste, but you didn’t.'

Both men paused again as DVD’s voice once again drifted through the aisles, catching almost everyone’s attention

‘Oh, what the hell. It's coach. It's not like any fat-ass back here is going to get offended.'

'You see,' Salvation continued. 'You have allowed him to go free, allowed him to walk around and run his mouth. You've even allowed him to run it about you...all without reprisal.'

'How do you know all of this?'

'I told you, I have been watching every step you take with an avid interest, and so, I've seen those around you. I've heard him refer to you as the XWF afterthought--'

Without even realizing it, Raven's right hand clenched tightly around the edge of the arm-rest.

'--that you are a piece of hot garbage. That you are going to lose the Ladder Match at Resurrection. That you have a snowballs chance in hell of winning the match.'

Raven's rage grew fiercer and his hand grew tighter with every insult, dispelling all color from his knuckles, and now he couldn't take anymore.

'Shut up!! I haven't done anything because he's not worth the effort. He's nothing!!'

A few eyes, belonging to people seated near Raven, deviated from watching DVD's continuous outburst to Raven. But when nothing came of it, they turned back.

'But it shouldn't take any effort to crush the spirit of a man like that. It shouldn't take any at all effort to break his body, either. No inferior should be above retaliation, even someone as pathetic as DVD. If you embraced your rage, your true self, DVD would no longer be in wrestling. He wouldn't be still walking! Still breathing!'

Raven had always had an inexplicable hatred towards DVD. What it was about him, he didn't know. His face. His voices. What he says. All above the above. Raven just didn't know. But as he sat in the chair, watching him closely from a few rows back, Raven couldn't shake the pleasant thought of finally putting an end to DVD's Sanctioned Violence Organization career. Not even the cool air drifting from overhead made a difference.

He smirked.

'At Resurrection, I'll make sure Ronnie Long never sets foot in a ring again,' he added.

'Why not now with DVD?' Salvation asked, turning to him ominously.

Raven glanced back at him.

'You expect me to walk down there, right now, through a crowded plane, and attack him?

The concept sounded preposterous, stupid and impossible all at once. But Salvation nodded instantly.

'That's exactly what I expect you to do. Take the iron bar tucked inside your sleeve and cave the back of his head in. The old Raven would. Asesino would.

For some reason, Raven hadn't been aware of it before. But now that Salvation had referred to it, it was all Raven was aware of. He could feel the cold, unrelenting metal against his skin. The anger within Raven also grew stronger at the mention of Asesino.

'Don't sir me, lady. You go the hell back to the cockpit and suck the pilot off for a buck or two,' shouted DVD once more.

'Do you really want to let a man like that even get to Resurrection? You've said repeatedly that he isn't worthy of wrestling, so why is he worthy of a shot at the Tag Team Championship.'

'He isn't.' Raven scowled.

And then, with not another word said between the two men, Raven stood up. He could feel the iron bar against the upper part of his wrist, a quick flick and it would be in his hand. Nobody would know what happened and DVD wouldn't know what hit him. He began to shuffle sideways in front of Salvation when suddenly an air-hostess appeared beside their row of seats. She was stereotypical: blonde, with considerable assets and a bright smile.

'Is there anything I can get you two gentleman?'

'No,' Salvation answered, tersely, not even throwing her a cursory glance. 'Leave us in peace.

Slightly aghast by his rudeness, the air-hostess quickly moved onwards down the aisle to repeat her question to other passengers. Raven, meanwhile, moved the rest of the way into the aisle and took a slow step down towards DVD, but before he could take a second, another distraction began. A far greater one.

'HE'S GOT A BOMB!!' It was a woman's voice.

Raven's eyes quickly began darting all around the cabin, trying eagerly to find the source. When he did find it, he saw the shout had emanated from a second air-hostess; this one brunette. He was even more surprised to see that the person she was accusing was DVD.

Raven suddenly swayed as the plane was rocked by turbulence. He managed to steady himself using the back of the chair in front of Salvation's as screams of passengers filled his ears and the air-hostess who had shouted about the "bomb" dropped to the floor and covered her head.

'I think you should take your seat. I think we're in for a show.'

Salvation was smirking as he said this, Raven could tell without looking at him by his tone. He turned to find his suspicions confirmed and immediately shuffled back and sat down.

'Two in a matter of days. Say what you like, but the Sanctioned Violence Organization roster never fails to deliver....especially outside of the ring.'

All Raven could think about though was the missed opportunity. The idea of ending DVD once and for all had seriously grown on him.

'Don't worry. You were going to....and that counts as much as actually doing it in my eyes. We are making good progress.'

Both men continued to sit, calm and composed, as chaos reigned around them. People panicked and screamed and one even ran for the emergency exit. A large black man forced DVD from his seat and to the floor whilst the man previously sat beside DVD began to vomit all over him. Raven smirked a cold smirk and remain calm. Why would he fret? DVD being a terrorist was as laughable as him being a successful Tag Team Champion.

'What do I do with this?' Raven asked, indicating the iron bar hidden up his sleeve.

At the same time, DVD was forcibly taken to the back of the plane and interrogated by the same black man from earlier.

Salvation answered, 'Keep it. It'll probably come in handy, later. If you're eager to use it now, though, I know Limp is up in first class.

Raven- didn't answer, but merely wondered in the silence of his own mind how Salvation knew that....he also wondered again how Sal had got him on the place...and with a iron bar no less. None of these questions went further than his mind.

'I wouldn't recommend it under these circumstances, though.'

Raven wouldn't either and never moved from his seat. Instead, they continued to watch the show, attempting to listen to as much of the interrogation as they could, as panic descended to deeper levels and passengers began accusing Muslim passengers of being accomplices.

'Oh, my god, he's got a knife,' a passenger shouted as a second sprinted up the aisle with a knife held in their hand.

Raven turned his head around as much as he could be was unable to witness what happened next. DVD's blood-curdling scream, however, was unmistakable. 'DAMN IT! SOMEONE GET THE KNIFE OUT OF MY ARM!'

It seems DVD won't be making it to Resurrection, anyway, Raven thought, unable to ignore his disappointment at this fact.

Yet another member of the air-hostess group ran up the aisles holding towels. The atmosphere grew to fever pitch, with everyone talking at once, as the plane began to land. It was a bumpy landing but no-one seemed to care. They just wanted to get off as quickly as possible; a fact made all the more evident as each of the passengers headed straight for the door.

Raven and Salvation continued to seat calm and comfortably.. Both embracing the chaos and panic and screams all around them as they did so. Still, however, Raven was still disappointed that his chance to rob DVD of his involvement in Resurrection had been robbed from him.

'Damn,' Raven muttered, bitterly and barely audible, as the sound of DVD retching and vomiting merged with the screams. 'Damn it!'

He glanced one last time at Salvation. Something within his eyes, a spark or glimmer, told Raven that more opportunities were going to present themselves as long as he continued to travel with him. He hoped so. His rage was growing more and more with each passing minute. And with it, came a slight twinge of pain within his stomach.
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