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Chris Wrestling RP
Topic Started: Nov 25 2010, 06:19 AM (36 Views)
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The simple life is about to arrive, Showdown draws, but in the speck of a tear-drop somewhere around the world, where somewhere else, someone is dying, and someone is being born, this moment in time defies it with something else. A man, a character, a disciple in world’s darkness, Canadian Perfect sits perched on high grounds with a camera watching on. The echo of the wind can be heard whooshing passed the camera, kind of muffling the sound on the mic. Chris Wrestling looks on as the camera approaches peeking past him to see what he's looking at, as he sits crouched, perched, on the roof of a building, looking over Toronto. The sun glares down and the wind flows strongly and freely, Chris Wrestling’s eyes close, feeling the air, the breath taking breeze passes over his face, he takes a deep breath, relaxing, and opens his eyes with a smile looking over the city, and without looking at the camera, keeping his eyes on the city begins to talk.

Chris Wrestling: Now, I’m going to cut it pretty sweet and simple, I’m going to get personal with you guys. Now, I think you all must wonder, with all that goes on, day after day, week after week, month after month, you watch us like you’re reading a book. With Showdown closing, you’d like to think to yourself, what do the athletes get up to in the week? this week? Well, who said they do anything, truth be told, a wrestler’s life is to wrestle, entertain, and be publicly and politically polite, well, some of us anyway, we can exclude the likes of The Company and such.

Chris Wrestling holds a look of disgust on his face, just at the mention of The Company's name.

Chris Wrestling: But it's not just, we show up once a week to jump in the ring, throw some punches, throw some kicks and do a few moves, no. There’s actually insurances, bills, payments, a personal life, training, but fuck that, you got to be some screwed up tight no good shit stabbing son of a bitch to go through with all that. No man gets that personal and no man gets that involved, life is about relaxing and taking it easy, living it to the fullest, not being a workaholic, and truth is, when we exit that ring we have our own lives to fill. We go home to our families, have a home, have a life, eat meals, drink beer, sign checks, go shopping, do the normal stuff, but then comes those times, nothing happens, what we going to do, and the famous phrase “Gee, I’m bored! ..What can I do?!”.

He lets out a sigh and breaths in some of that high altitude fresh air.

Chris Wrestling: Truth be told, we don't burn those calories and burn up a sweat, and do the work that work requires, after all we’re only human, we work to the required amount, and indulge in the peace of life. But that’s where it comes back to the cameras here in SVO, and this is where my boredom time is filled, like I said before, my time here is being spent already. But I’m here because I can, and I’m getting paid for it, and when I’ve got nothing else to do, I come here, and do this, well, not exactly on a rooftop like this, sure I'm a freak, but I at least like to change the scenery for you guys.

Chris Wrestling, still looking out at the scenery, lets out a smile.

Chris Wrestling: I arrive to the arena, sit in front of a camera, talk the talk, walk the walk, get ready, show you a little of me while I show you a little of your future. It all goes out and comes in pretty simple and easy, all you have to do is listen, watch, and understand, now ask yourself, are you ready to listen? Because if so, you BETTER be understanding, and that goes especially for you Juliana Corporate Bitch Torres.

Chris Wrestling stands up, on the edge of the rooftop, inches from a HUGE drop to the ground below, but with no care doesn’t pay attention to the fact he’s near inches from death. Just a slip, trip, fall, miss-step or anything, it could be over, but a careless face walks him along the edge of the building, enjoying the site in front of him, the feeling of being different, he places his hands in his pockets and let’s out another sigh and continues.

Chris Wrestling: Juliana Torres, you really feel it’s necessary to hold a grudge? All because I got rid of what was holding me down, now I’m number one contender to the Internacional Title, think sense woman, I'm the next International champion, meaning, if we get in the ring, I would have showed up, beaten you, embarrassed you, and showed you women don't belong. But you come trampling on back to try get, what, a little redemption? Payback? Anarchy? Whatever you’re wasteful nymph of a life contains, just because I arrived at the company to show you what kind of name the industry is stamping on you right now?

Shaking his head in disappointment of her.

Chris Wrestling: Juliana, think it all over, you’re not Internacional Title material yet, I’m the better man, hell I'm the only man in this, and technically, I should be getting a lot better pay, being the better athlete, I mean don’t you ever kind of think, your chances are ruined already Juliana? I mean, I would, If I was you and I was going against me, I’d be absolutely shitting myself, give myself and let the birds peck at your already rotting corpse. Juliana Torres, I really find the situation unnecessary, you know what I mean? You’re down there, and I'm up here, but, in one way, I slightly see what direction you’re coming from, I see the fact that you got shut down, in your own ring, in you’re home, in your own backyard, I see that I just showed up and returned out of the blue, bitch slapping you back down to earth and making you realize, you’re pathetic!

Now smiling with a purpose, a settling smile to believe his own words, and thinking she should too, the smile fades though, his head bows down, he looks down at the street, people walking about below him, unknowing and lonely to their normal casual day.

Chris Wrestling: But hey, this is real wrestling we’re talking about now. Now Juliana, girl, come the time we finally meet, AFTER I’ve beaten you, I don’t want you to hold no future grudges. There's going to be a lot to hold against me, I'm sure, I think after Showdown when Rey and myself beat Rider and Cooper, the world will look at me in a whole new light, and not just for beating them. I mean, come 2 years down the line, Juliana, if you’re still coming back at me because I kicked your ass, or done what I did, done what I had to do and had no choice about it, I’m going to be real disappointed in you Juliana, because sure it'll be personal, but this is wrestling, it's a business, you’ll become like, my pet or something, I might have to put you in a biography with me or something, or on MTV’s Cribs it’ll be, “Here’s my house, here’s my cars, oh and here’s my pet fluffy, I renamed her because the name Juliana Torres was a piss poor name, besides, I don't think she'd scare any thieves away!”…or maybe I can just use Princess, I heard she's got more bite then you.

Chris Wrestling lets out a mimicking laugh shaking his head, he bows his head with a smile on his face, thinking, rummaging through his thoughts, he lifts his head back up and lets out another sigh and waits his moment to continue talking with that sarcastic smile mounting his face.

Chris Wrestling: You know, being back in SVO is doing me some good, it started as a fresh start, aside taking effect in adding to the ruin of my ex, it gave me more options to beat on people, fish to fry, sheep to fuck, goats to kill, you know all the sayings, or, did I just make the sheep one up? Hmmm, anyway, Rider and Cooper, take it from my point of view, I’m a crazy freaky mother fucker who just don’t give a shit, well, only for the better anyway, and I know I'm better then everyone else. So what do I do? I take the opportunity to return, return to the place I’m better than, throw a scrawny little fucking bitch back in her place, and she has a rectifying tantrum about it. Now you tell me, are you thinking, all this me coming back here, and doing that to you thinks wrong, useless, pathetic and damn right desperate, is just me? Or what? I don’t know, you can look at it from many different points of view, another way is… come three years down the line, if…

Suddenly a huge creak is heard behind Chris Wrestling, Chris Wrestling perches himself on the edge of the roof, turning around to see, but to disappointment his face shrieks as he rolls his eyes, it’s none other then Chris Wrestling’s cohort, Joey. Chris Wrestling looks on curious, Joey walks on up with a huge grin on his face wearing a full dark blue suit, tie, shirt, shoes, everything trampling over a roof filled of rubble for a floor.

Joey: Holla player… sheesh, remind me not to say that again, god knows how WWE got away with that, what’s up, where you been? What’s going on? You’ve MISSED an autograph signing! And by the way, lil' Joey's ill!

Chris Wrestling raises an eyebrow.

Chris Wrestling: One, thank you for interrupting me, and two… who’s Joey?

Joey: Joey… Joey-Joey!

Chris Wrestling: And that’s what? A kangaroo?

Joey: You know, that guy, your god-damn slave, you know, run around for you, doing the dirty work, only problem is, he’s a cheeky fuck, and personally he might be faking his illness, wait, yes, he’s faking it!

Chris Wrestling looks confused with a questioned face wondering what he’s talking about.

Chris Wrestling: Am I lost in subject here? Or, have I really missed something?

Joey: There was this guy on the bus all the way here, he was annoying, he kept asking the bus driver if he’d had any pet ducks before on the whole trip…?

Chris Wrestling: Was it you?

Joey looks away and steps forward.

Joey: Well, anyway, I think you better get downstairs, people are asking questions, apparently there's been reports of a suicidal guy on the roof about to jump and whatnot, and don’t forget we got a huge match coming up, you can’t disappoint on this, and, also, you, can't, die?!

Chris Wrestling: Pfft, you think I’m going to? I’m going to own this fucking company someday, no matter how many guys want to own this place, I’LL be the one they all bow down to, the god-damn prince of fucking darkness! SVO’s glad to have me back, unfortunately because of my greatness, it's also going to hate it!

Joey: Well, glad to hear it, more money for me, but, fuck all that, let’s go kick Rider and Cooper’s ass!

Chris Wrestling: It'll be my pleasure, and it's been a long time waiting.

Chris Wrestling feeling proud about himself, looks out over the city like there's something more there, something hidden, but he stands, confidently walking on and heads on back into the building with Joey following. Chris Wrestling heads on back down with a load on his mind, Showdown, his match, his future title, his plans, his future, his career, a lot at hand, everything to lose, everything to gain, but that’s to come, and coming it is. Chris Wrestling hits downstairs, Joey follows still as Chris Wrestling walks on towards his appointed room in the building, he arrives, opens the door, and to his surprise, there stands Joey.

Chris Wrestling: What the hell? How did you just get in here, you were behind me.

Joey: I'll never tell.

Chris Wrestling barges up to Joey and grabs his ear, twisting it.

Joey: AHHHHHH! OTHER DOOR! OTHER ROOM!

Pointing frantically, Chris Wrestling looks to see he quickly snook in through another room, he turns and relaxes.

Joey: Heyyyy man, so what you been up to?

Chris Wrestling spares a slight devilish look at Joey, showing no care, expression, or anything as he turns his back.

Joey: Uh, ok, or just ignore me!

Chris Wrestling etches the decency and turns again and faces Joey.

Joey: What the hell’s wrong with you?

Chris Wrestling: Sorry man, just stuff on my mind I'm a little etched about, it’s time for Canadian Perfect to do his thing, and I got a few surprises in store!

Joey: Like what? Hamburgers? I could do with some hamburgers, you want me to end your suffering and buy you a hamburger?

Chris Wrestling: No, not hamburgers, the thing on my mind has a name!

Joey: Uhm, you named your burger? What you call it? Jerry?

Chris Wrestling: What? No, I’m talking about..

Chris Wrestling quickly hesitates.

Chris Wrestling: ..about something else!

Joey: Ok, are we still on the hamburgers subject here?

Chris Wrestling: No Joey, we’re not, I’m talking about.. about my match?!

Joey looks and begins to think.

Joey: Ok…. Now…. You lost me!

Chris Wrestling: Colt Cooper & Ethan Rider, Showdown, my future title, kicking some ass!

Joey: …Uhm, can we talk about hamburgers instead?

Chris Wrestling: Joey, talk about whatever you want, but, quite frankly I don’t care, I have other stuff on my mind!

Joey: Hmmm, I think you could do with a hamburger break, don’t you?

Chris Wrestling: No! No hamburger breaks Joey!

Joey: You got hamburger envy? What the hamburgers ever do to you, huh?

Chris Wrestling: The hamburgers didn’t do anything!

Joey: Oh so it’s prejudice, huh?!

Chris Wrestling: Prejudice? What are you talking about Joey?

Joey: You’re just mad because the hamburgers always get the attention of being eaten and have all my attention, so, you’ve basically become a hamburger hater!

Chris Wrestling: I, uh, what the hell are you t... I...

Joey: AH! AH! Don’t make excuses, I get it, I get it, don’t worry, you’re a hater on the burgers right now, just jealous because they’re getting more attention then you!

Chris Wrestling: ...ok?!

Chris Wrestling raises his eyebrows at the matter of Joey and lets Joey continue with his random annoyingness.

Joey: So how do you feel about the whole criteria of being in your position, I mean, you’re here now, number one contender to the International Title, and out there, there’s other champions, I mean, well, we’re future champions but you’re soon going to be world champion as well, no? so the whole….

Chris Wrestling: I get you Joey, damn, quit talking in tongues, it’ll feel pretty damn awesome I’ll tell you that, but, I’m not worried with any future plans, no titles, no championships or champions in sight, right now I have one concern, one matter, one subject, so, I’ll deal with it until my problems are over and done with, and THEN I'll be awesome!

Joey: What? Why? How? Problems? What problems? You got leprechauns chasing you? Where? Tell me! I’ll get em’!

Chris Wrestling: Wh.. there ain’t any leprechauns Joey, my match!

Joey: What? Colt Cooper is a leprechaun? But, he’s so….?!

Chris Wrestling: He’s not a leprechaun Joey, he’s just the man that’s pissed off because I’m better then him and I embarrassed heby challenging him, so, he’s back for more, I mean, since my return, I have to say, I’m still the best this company’s ever seen. I'm the best the wrestling industry has ever seen, but now, I’ve gone from barbaric title matches that people would squelch at! ..to today, facing, pathetic people like Colt Cooper who needs an entire faction just to beat my good friend Rey Rosario. But after this, again and again, I'll have to go in that ring again, and I have to fight such lame sons of a bitch's just like Cooper and Rider, to build it all back up and show the world what I’m still capable of! …Its basically like fighting a brick wall!

Joey: Wow, a brick wall? …That must be tough!

Chris Wrestling: You have no idea, it’s like everything I do for this industry is being thrown back in my face for how great I make it!

Joey: Dude, didn’t you like, make this match yourself?

Chris Wrestling: HOW?!

Joey: Dude, you like, challenged him, surely you must of known at the end of the day he's NOT going to let it go, and be major pissed about it, and surely you didn't think he'd let it go and never ever do anything about it for the rest of his whore life!

Chris Wrestling: Shut Up!! Not the god-damn point, I’m not saying come Showdown, I MIGHT win my match, the fact its on my mind as a concern right now, I’m saying I WILL win my match, you have to admit that. I know the man has done stuff around here but he's the retard in the lower section of this company, and that's his own fault for drinking, drugging, slutting himself silly, AND getting nothing done for himself! That’s really messed up Joey and he still comes back at me like I'm the only problem in his life?!

Joey: Uhm, I’m getting confused!

Chris Wrestling: Don’t you always?

Joey: Actually, no, I got a little toy thing out of my Coco Puffs this morning and, I didn’t need the instructions, I figured it out and did it alllll by myself!

Chris Wrestling: What toy?

Joey: It was the Coco Puff monkey, and when you wiggled his tail, it squirted water at you, BUT, you had to put water in him first!

Chris Wrestling: You still got it?

Joey suddenly lets out and drops his head with an upset look, lip perched looking at the ground.

Joey: …No! I squirted some woman in the hotel and she hit me until I gave it to her!

Chris Wrestling: And you let her have it?!

Joey: SHE WAS HITTING ME WITH HER BAG!!! Besides, she kind of ran away after she did it, it was like, a crime!

Chris Wrestling: You should have stolen it back!

Joey: Well, she was bigger then me kind of, and, well, I was afraid she was a lesbian, and had lesbian friends, and they’d all come beat me if I resisted and fought back…

Chris Wrestling: You should have kicked her in the shin, grabbed your toy and ran!

Joey stares looking disappointed, turning to his side and slamming his fist into his hand.

Joey: DAMN! Why didn’t I think of that one? I hate you, Chris!

Chris Wrestling: Me? What the hell did I do? Don’t bring me into this! You’re the one who got beat by an old woman, you’re the one who had your toy stolen off you, Chris Wrestling didn’t do nothing but.. be Canadian Perfect!

Joey: SHUSH! Not the point, take the blame like a man you, you…. Uhm, I forget!

Chris Wrestling: You always forget, you’re beginning to suck badly!

Joey leans forward and whispers over at Chris Wrestling.

Joey: Shhh, don’t tell anyone!

Chris Wrestling leans forward himself and whispers.

Chris Wrestling: Shut up!

Joey looks abrupt in hatred as he quenches up his face sulking, but he leans forward again as if to whisper, but this time Chris Wrestling shoves his face away.

Chris Wrestling: So what you going to do now?

Joey: Meaning?

Chris Wrestling: Well, you’ve come with me to SVO, what for you now? So far you’ve claimed management over me somehow, even though you don’t know anything, you’ve like, caddy sacked around me for a short while, and now what’s next for the ole mighty Joey?

Joey: SHUT UP! NEVER! YOU HAIL ME!

Chris Wrestling: Uh, I…. What?

Joey: HAIL JOEY!! HAIL JOEY!! HAIL JOEY!!

Chris Wrestling: Uh Oh, what the hell have I gone and done now!

Joey: HAIL JOEY!! HAIL JOEY!! HAIL JOEY!!

Chris Wrestling: Joey…?

Joey: HAIL… what?

Chris Wrestling: Shut up, there’s only so much a person can put up with, with you anyway, and this, I do not need, especially with what I have coming up!

Joey: What’s coming? Is it the end of the world? IT’S THE END OF THE WORLD! NOOO QUICK, have sex with me? EVERYONE HAIL JOEY!

Chris Wrestling: No it’s not the end of the World, I’m the greatest man you’ve ever seen, you think I’d allow it to happen? No way, but uhm, what was I saying again?

Joey: I don’t know, something about the end of the world? WHAT? IT’S THE EN….

Chris Wrestling: Joey! Shut up! I remember, what’s coming is the fact I have to step in the ring with Colt Cooper and Ethan Rider at Showdown and show not only SVO, the fans, the world, but myself just how great I really am!

Joey: But, the end of the world sounded better dude, can’t it be the end of the world instead?

Chris Wrestling: Dude, most people are usually in the gym, training hard and pushing sweat out of them for what’s coming, and having this dork persuading himself he’s good enough to face me. That’s not exactly what I’m looking for, but instead I’m not, I'm naturally talented, naturally tough, I’m out here relaxing, well, trying to relax, because I know its already sorted and dealt with, the future predicts, Chris Wrestling and Rey Rosario, the winners, over The Company!

Joey: So why the worrying and bitching?

Chris Wrestling: Becau…WHAT! There ain’t no worrying and bi…. YEAH, what? No! Shut up!

Joey: Dude you watched my match yet?

Chris Wrestling: Your match?

Joey: My match!

Chris Wrestling: And what match would that be?

Joey: That video, my match?

Chris Wrestling: Oh, that was in Joey’s bag I thought it was porn or something?

Joey: Uhm, I hope I didn’t put the wrong video in!

Eyebrows raise.

Chris Wrestling: Anyway, no why?

Joey: OH YOU HAVE TO GO SPOIL THE RHYTHM, WE HAD A GOOD MATCH TALKING FLOW THING GOING ON THERE, BUT NOOOO, CHRIS WRESTLING BREAKS IT! Pfft!

Chris Wrestling: Uh….

Joey: Shut up, lets just watch the tape, sit your ass down!

Chris Wrestling doesn’t seem none the happiest about taking orders from Joey, so immediately sits in the chair Joey planned on sitting in, Joey not knowing yet is up and has placed the tape in, he grabs the remote off the top of the player and turns seeing Chris Wrestling.

Joey: MY CHAIR!!!

Joey suddenly charges at Chris Wrestling and dives screaming out.

Joey: THE SPEEEEEEEEEAR!!!

Chris Wrestling quickly moves and switches over to his chair causing Joey to dive into the chair causing it all to flip over and crumble leaving Joey lying squashed up in the corner of the room behind a fallen over chair.

Joey: Argh…. Urgh…. Help!

Chris Wrestling looks over and sees Joey suffering all squished up with a chair on top of him and giggles but gets up to help him, he lifts the chair and lends Joey a hand to pull himself up.

Joey: HOW…. CAN A GUY…. DO THAT MOVE…. WITHOUT GETTING HURT!

Chris Wrestling: Well, for starters, they run into people, not chairs!

Joey: What? I didn’t hit you?

Chris Wrestling: Uhm, no Joey, that’s why you ended up in a ball crying like a girl behind the chair!

Joey: I, uh…. WHY DID YOU MOVE?!

Chris Wrestling just raises his eyebrows and wonders curiously at Joey as Joey sits with a serious face.

Chris Wrestling: You think I’d sit there and let you run into me head first?

Joey: Why not? I would!

Chris Wrestling: Well, you’re stupid, I’m great, big difference!

Joey: LIES! Now shut up, sit down and watch the tape, while I curl up and cry in pain!

Chris Wrestling: Man, I ain’t sitting here through this crap, sit here and watch it on your own, I’m out of here, I have a match to get ready for, take it easy Joey!

Chris Wrestling rises to his feet and walks off smiling with, somewhat a lot on his mind, much towards his upcoming match, and the technicalities behind it, hidden secrets. Main questions differ on the coming of this match, they differ on the outcome of the match, they differ on the whole outcome of Showdown, how will Showdown turn out with SVO's end of year PPV Seasons Beatings so close by, we’ll soon see if Chris Wrestling walks out, new, SVO International Champion.
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