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Chris Wrestling RP
Topic Started: Apr 7 2010, 03:34 AM (40 Views)
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Gold... a gold life, a gold way, a gold manic display which leads us to fortune, a gold mind, a gold body, a gold strap hanging around the waist, at the end of the day a simple point is made whether you want that fortune glazed life. A gold light will always shine at the end of every tunnel, you ride a horse, championships are waiting in the spotlight, you swim, championships are waiting for you in the spotlight, you wrestle, and again, championships are waiting for you in the spotlight. No matter what you do, no matter what activity your doing, no matter the game, the sport, the intelligence upon it, a championship will be waiting for you, but can you get it? Can it be wrapped around your waist, hung over your shoulder, draped in your hands… or will you be denied and let life’s fortune pass us by, we live life in pieces, but no matter what, the pieces will always come together eventually to show us that we really are… In it for the gold!

It seems to be the middle of nowhere, total quietness, not a peep for miles, except what lies before his eyes, him being a current Tag Team Champion, Canadian Perfect Chris Wrestling. He stands, leaning against a tall tree, watching, listening, he hears nothing but the brisk wing floating by, the couple of birds flapping through the sky. He looks further, a stand out object in the distance, it appears its what he's been looking for, he treads softly forward, crunching leaves each step he takes, but gently and slowly, the less noise the better.

He continues on, drawing closer, revealing the object to be a cabin, your typical wooden built, middle of nowhere shot down cabin, it looks like it hasn't been used in a while. But it isn't reason enough for Chris Wrestling to stop and turn back, as he continues, a noise comes from the cabin, fuzzing and laughter, but a microphone type of laugh, he creeps to the window, slowly, without revealing himself slides closer to the window.

Chris Wrestling's eyes grow curious as he lurks forward, looking inside, and not to his surprise he sees a man, his back is turned, possibly DVD? Or maybe not, Chris Wrestling doesn't see his face, he doesn't expect to, it's not quite what he's there for. As he continues to watch, he sees the man getting upset, annoyed, vexed, uncomfortable as he leaps up every second, banging the TV, trying to watch something comical, but the fuzz continues, probably through being in the middle of nowhere.

Also in the room as Chris Wrestling looks further, he sees a chair, and sitting in that chair, non other then the mission he's out here to achieve, it's Michelle, Volcom's niece. Why he's out here, getting in the middle of this horrible ordeal that's been pulled off by the Xtreme Fusion, is beyond knowledge right now, but looking further he sees she's tied up, and gagged with duct tape. Chris Wrestling can hear her whining, trying to scream and cry through the gagged hold on her, it comes out in muffles, nothing understandable, but it seems to do the job as the man gets even more annoyed yelling out.

'GOD-DAMN IT! Don't you ever shut up?'

Still with his back turned, keeping himself unknown, he turns the TV off in a huff and marches on out the room, he makes a statement exit slamming the door shut. Michelle is crying, she looks exhausted, hair messy, unwashed, dirty face, also unwashed, her eyes are blotched red, as if she'd been crying for days and days on end, but with nowhere to go, nothing to do, who blames the poor girl.

Chris Wrestling brings his hands up to the window, pushing it up, to his luck it opens, he slides it more open and hops on through, Michelle wobbles her head side to side, trying to look who's behind her, getting even more scared. Chris Wrestling now stands, watching, looking around the room, in such a pitiful state, but maybe the best way if you're staying concealed with such a kidnapping. He steps forward and walks around, revealing himself to Michelle, she has no clue who he is, or what he's doing there, but she starts whining again, trying to scream, wobbling in her tight fixed ropes holding her to the chair.

Chris Wrestling bends forward, crouching in front of her, he reaches a hand out, she flinches, Chris Wrestling hesitates for a second, but smiles and reaches out again, he brushes her hair back over her ears with his hand.

Chris Wrestling: Don't worry, you've got no reason to be afraid of me right now.

He sees a chair, a craggy wooden one, battered and beaten, it doesn't look sturdy but he stands up, pulls it over, and takes a seat looking directly at Michelle, she's still scared, and Chris Wrestling looks her straight in the face.

Chris Wrestling: Are you scared?

Chris Wrestling gets no response, until he waits, she hesitates, but she nods a yes.

Chris Wrestling: You should be, fear is a valiant thing petal, these people, they've took you against yours and everyone's will to act intimidating, but they're nothing but big bullies. They have no concept of what's right or wrong, like me or you, they just do things to benefit themselves, and unfortunately for you, this time it's come with the sacrifice of you petal. I don't want any part of this, I have great involvement, but I don't think I could whisk a sweet and innocent and torture her the way you have been, it's not... human? Is it petal?

Michelle, still scared, but a little settled, wondering what's going on.

Chris Wrestling: You've been ripped into this hell hole, captured by a group of cannibalistic cavemen, and they're willing to do anything it takes to succeed in there antics. You know, I don't wish it upon you little one, but these men, they might be drawn to hurt you, push the living fear of darkness and death into your innocent little brain. They're going to do what it takes to make you cry, whimper, beg, moan, just to see your uncle fall to his knees, talking to himself, and end his own success, which I fully approved until it involved you sweetness.

No, the moment you became involved, it became more then a game, it became a crime, a desperate act of something they fear themselves, sweetness, if you have to, keep crying, keep being scared, keep the fear of losing your life very close, because uncle Volcom might not be around to help much longer. You see, your uncle Volcom, he's a bad man you know, did anyone ever tell you that?

Michelle wobbles her head signalling a no.

Chris Wrestling: You're holding up well, it seems this whole engagement is turning you from a little innocent girl into a strong girl. And when you escape this, if you escape this, I hope you hold your uncle responsable petal, if he wasn't the way he was, you wouldn't be here, you'd be at home, safely tucked in your bed, going to school and playing with friends, telling your loved ones you love them so, so, so much.

He becomes slightly annoyed.

Chris Wrestling: But because of your uncle, because of his ignorance for success, because of his ego, because of his stuck up attitude, because he won't bow down and accept he's the lowest of the low, he's dirt and nothing more. Because of all that petal, you're here, being tortured against other greedy and selfish men, powerful men, men your uncle knows he stands no chance against.

Now you see sweetness, me, I could be nice, I could whip you up in my arms and get you out of here right now, I could carry you to safety and be a savior, be a hero and rewarded maybe, but no, I keep myself to myself and do what business is needed to be done. I know better then to upset the Xtreme Fusion right now, maybe in the future, but I'm in this whole ordeal because of your uncle, I'm in this to bring him down, make him take a knee and accept he's taken a wrong turn along the way.

You see sweetness, your uncle, he's forgotten his pennants, and escaped into the limelight, and he's let it get the better of him, for example, you being here, and I hope you hold it against him for the rest of his life. How does it feel knowing your big bad uncle, managed to draw you into danger, knowing because of his ways, he brought his sweet and innocent niece into this?

Chris Wrestling looks at Michelle, looks and looks, her eyes water, she begins to feel unwanted and unknown.

Chris Wrestling: Don't worry, this will all be over soon, either way, which ever way it turns out, you see, you uncle, he tried putting me inside a prison cell, he tried putting his own sins on me, hoping I'll reap the consequences. But lucky for him, I got a good lawyer and he was stupid enough to put nothing against me, you see, describing me, or placing me in the area, or mentioning my name, whatever way he drew the police towards me, he failed right there, and even for that, it adds to the ways you're here petal.

You see I'm already heading to be in a battle royal, I'll be held in a battle royal where the winner faces the winner of the other battle royal for 10,000, sure there's other men, other obstacles and other tasks in this challenge. But my main focus, when I sleep, if I sleep, the time I spend in there, is to be the SVO World Heavyweight Champion, I'll have your uncle's faced pinned in my mind, in that ring, waiting to pummel everyone's face in, for everything, even this. I just hope I can hold back, the last thing I want, is for you to get out of this situation, and find out you'll have to visit your uncle's funeral, at the hands of me killing the scum.

Michelle gets upset at the mentioning of her uncle's death, she squirms and whimpers a little more, banging is heard through the wooden panels, possibly upset footsteps, vibrating through the cabin. Chris Wrestling leaps to his feet, looks at Michelle still whining away, tears trickling down her cheeks and snot compiling over her top lip, he whisks aside and hides behind a large empty bookcase as the door to the room flies open.

'WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WHINGING AT NOW? ...Haven't I warned you enough times, keep playing up and I'll cut your damn fingers off?

The man takes notice of the empty chair sitting in front of Michelle, she panics at what thoughts are running through his head, Chris Wrestling hiding, just in view of the scared little Michelle.

'OOOOOH you were trying to escape? YOU THINK I'M STUPID? YOU TAKING ME FOR A FOOL?!'

The man marches forward with a purpose, each stomp causing a loud bang, he leaps forward grabbing the chair and whips it against the wall, it smashes into pieces scattering about the room, the man now moves slowly kneeling in front of Michelle, Chris Wrestling watches.

'What you playing at?'

Michelle, desperate to not get hurt or draw any more problems, starts to direct her eyes to her right, as if to point out Chris Wrestling, Chris Wrestling's eyes widen for a second, but Michelle's signalling seems to have failed.

'SHUSH!'

The man shoves his finger towards the gagging duct tape signalling to stop.

'If you keep upsetting me...'

The man wipes his hand across Michelle's face gently, stroking away strands of untied hair, Chris Wrestling can see just the hand and thinks about looking out, but holds back.

'...I'll let you sleep tied to a tree tonight'

Michelle cringes, trying to hold back, but the tears flourish out, causing a flush of tears covering her cheeks, the man laughs sickly as he gets up and leaves the room, shutting the door behind him, Chris Wrestling takes a second, watching her, and steps out. He again walks in front of her, wisely listening to the footsteps placing around the cabin, fading away as the man heads to Chris Wrestling's safe distance, he turns and crouches in front of Michelle again.

Chris Wrestling: Well it appears you just cost me my seat, you know, maybe I was wrong, maybe you do deserve this, maybe you are just as selfish and disrespectful as your uncle Volcom. Daily he continues to perform such criminal acts, acts that people don't deserve, acts that he should be lying down and taking the beating for, sacrificing himself for the greater good.

And then there's you, I come here, offer my apologies and understanding towards the pain and sorrow that must be going on, and you try rat me out, show the mean man just where the nice man is so you could escape any hurt or unpleasant followings to this event. Like I said before, I could be your savior from this heap of mess, but any slight chance of that is gone, you're just as selfish as that full grown piece of crap, and you're going to stay here and be tortured the way he should!

Michelle gets more upset, still crying.

Chris Wrestling: You should cry, cry out your sins, forgive all those who have disgust in you, because its all you deserve, and you and your uncle will get everything coming to them... as if I almost felt sorry for you. As for your uncle, until Volcom realizes the wrestling world doesn't revolve around him, instead its shared out amongst the best of us, of which he's not apart of no longer, Until then, he'll be constantly treated for everything he is, and when he finally accepts he's nothing but dirt, his acceptance will be thanked, and treated fairly.

Another thing your uncle has to realize, those who are better then him are allowed platforms, possibilities and actions that can be made with no repercussions. But his actions, they have consequences, if he can't take getting run over, he should step aside, instead of stepping back into the fray, and causing the rest of us problems because if not, you're what happens if he don't, you are what gets hurt. You and the rest of your family, and Volcom most for knowing his mess if why you're here, when we don't get what we want, we'll take what we want. And like I said, before, I would never have condoned such acts of taking an innocent against her will and used to punish another, but when you're just like that person, him, you deserve to die for it, so he can live in eternal pain and suffering!

Michelle screeches out loud, even more scared and upset, causing more and more noise as the tears continue to come. Chris Wrestling smiles, he turns walking towards the window, he takes one look back as he hears the footsteps banging away again returning to the room, he takes one look back at her whimpering, still in the chair, tied up, helpless, again, it hits him, he starts feeling sorry for her again. He hesitates to leave, but he can't help it, he quickly exits through the window he entered, slamming the window shut as hard as possible with anger towards himself.

Chris Wrestling still stands on the outside, back against the wooded wall, he hears the man enter the room, yelling, shouting, screaming at her own beg for forgiveness, it angers Chris Wrestling more. Chris Wrestling's eyes are shut, fists clenched, he hates the thought of what's going on, the way he reacted, but quickly removes himself from any longer involvement. He walks away, each step with a crunch of the leaves, each step he hears more screams, louder scream, banging, thumping, God knows what's happening back in that cabin, he hates the thought of it. Chris Wrestling continues to walk away, the screams fading as he gets further and further away, each step, thinking to himself just how he can't wait for the days to pass, to strike those against him in the face, to walk away with a succeeded goal, 5 downed opponents, 5 hurt opponents, 5 penanced opponents, and most fortunate, with $10,000.
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