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Chris Wrestling RP
Topic Started: Jan 7 2011, 04:43 AM (30 Views)
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Through the course of history comes the future, but the present must always be played out beforehand, for everything to be named as history, it must have made an effect in society to be remembered. For something to be classed as the future, it must have a symbol of hope that we look forward to, but again, none of them can be accomplished without the cards were dealt in the present, we have to win the hand for our own sake, histories sake, and the futures sake. Showdown is the future, but only because of its past, and the present is ready to be acted out, 4 men, 1 ring, 1 goal, 2 winners. It all comes to play this Sunday, its of the future, its of the present, and when it takes place, it will be remembered as a huge part of Showdown history.

But while we wait for Sunday to arrive it seems this week has come to us with importance, it came to Chris Wrestling's acknowledgement that Juliana Torres and her gang of cronies made an attempt on the rescue of Amanda. Chris Wrestling knew of her intent, and knew she wouldn't stop at nothing, and after Chris Wrestling sent Joey on an errand for him, the actions of Torres took into effect, and she made a failing attempt at capturing Amanda. While Torres caught Joey off guard and he gave into her demands, beating him to get her information, Torres was lead to Chris Wrestling's home, Chris Wrestling's cabin where he held Amanda, but again, Chris Wrestling was one step ahead and moved her, now leading them back to the arena.

Back in Las Vegas at the Goodfellas Casino Arena, Chris Wrestling sits in his locker room, waiting patiently, a camera watching on, Chris Wrestling indulges his time and takes a moment to share some thoughts.

Chris Wrestling: You know, I've had a revelation of a week, you know how these people out there, they dream, some people predict the future, some people can tell shit from your soul, I don't believe that crap. Well I mean I do, I just don't believe these tom foolery idiots know what they’re doing with dark stuff like that, pretending to know when somebody has a baby by looking at their palms? What the fuck is up with that.. but me, you see me, me.. I had this dream, and, it didn't tell me things I didn't know about my future, it told me things I did know, things I already knew about myself, or knew were going to happen.

Chris Wrestling repositions himself on his couch, getting comfortable.

Chris Wrestling: You see, I had a dream, the other part of my life, a crow, told me come Showdown I have a win waiting for me, it's guaranteed and inevitable, and quite frankly, I can't fucking wait. All the likes of Roscoe Shame, Beautiful Bobby Dean, Rey Rosario and me, put that together and you got one evil recipe for a Showdown, and the final product is The Canadian Connection, walking out winners, walking out with a chance at the World Tag Team title. It couldn't be enthusiastic to me any more then it already is, You see I know we’re the odds on favorites, I know we’re the number one pick, I KNOW we’re the men each and everyone of them fear and I know I am the man to beat in this match. But you want to know what I think?

Chris Wrestling gets up, grabs himself some water out of his cooler and sits back down, takes a swig and waits a few before continuing.

Chris Wrestling: What I think, is always of the most importance, because what I think, is always true, what I think, is all that matters, and what I think, is always an honest prediction. You see, we got the likes of Beautiful Bobby Dean... but, I ask myself, is it even worth talking about? The guy has lost his confidence, and until he finds it again, he'll slip slowly and lower down that ladder, he'll take a trip down that lonely road, and before he knows it, he'll be end up in washed out row like every other failure. Bobby Dean for me, will not be of concern in this match, he will not cause a problem, he'll be in, he'll be out, and be less of a concern then I or anyone else thinks of him, he'll be less a concern then Asesino is for me.

Chris Wrestling takes another swig of his water, looking around the room.

Chris Wrestling: Roscoe Shame? Roscoe Shame.. what about Roscoe Shame? What do I say about a man I've never met, never seen asides on TV, I sit in the back after or before my own matches and watch on the screen, not even with full attention. All I know of Roscoe Shame is the hype, the stories, the faith from the locker room and himself, I'm sure he has his stories about me, but surely only on the same level as me, what does he say about a man he's never met, a man he only knows stories about, and seen on TV. Roscoe Shame? ...Roscoe Shame...

Chris Wrestling smiles to himself and ponders for a second over Roscoe Shame, he shakes it off though.

Chris Wrestling: Now where the fuck is Joey?

Chris Wrestling gets up, knowing that Joey's late and pulls out his phone, he dials his number and rings him, but he gets cut off, his phone is off, Chris Wrestling starts wondering even more and makes a quick exit in search for Joey. But across the arena, the Goodfellas Casino Arena in the canteen, the most unlikely due of Joey and Chivo sit playing cards, 5 card poker to be exact, the two are staring each other down, eye to eye, as if ready to draw guns, the cards lie just under their eye line until Joey reacts slamming money into the center of the table.

Joey: RAISE! ..I dare you to raise me back!

Chivo: Oh you dare me? Wow, well then in that case...

Chivo raises an eyebrow and shakes his head pushing some money into the middle of the table.

Chivo: I call!

Joey gulps.

Joey: I.. you wasn't supposed to do that.. you were supposed to fold, why didn't you fold?

Chivo: Because you play worse than my dad does and he's fucking dead.. now throw em' down..

Joey looks at his cards, he's bearing some beady eyes and refuses to fold.

Joey: What you got?

Chivo: Lets just say.. you've FLUSHED your money down the toilet.

Joey: LIES! ..I take it ba....

Joey goes to grab his money back but Chivo grabs his hand...

Chivo: Easy there skippy.

Joey looks at him confused as Chivo smirks.

Chivo: From the looks of you, you spent valentines all alone.. well just for you..

Chivo throws down his cards revealing five hearts.

Chivo: Happy valentines!

Joey raises an eyebrow.

Joey: Wait there two seconds..

Chivo doesn't look happy as he watches Joey creep behind the table, he's doing something fishy and suddenly looks back with a smile.

Joey: Well Merry Christmas fuck nut.

Joey lays his cards on the table, and clear as day he's drawn Christmas trees on each of his cards, Chivo leans back in his chair scratching his head.

Chivo: I must be missing something here, did I come to the wrong building? Is this like a hostel for mental health sufferers?

Chivo panics and covers his mouth and nose with his t-shirt.

Chivo: No offence but I haven't had my hepatitis jabs!

Joey: What's hepatitis?

Joey starts rubbing, scratching his arm and Chivo sighs.

Chivo: Never mind just give me my fucking money and I'll find a nurse to take you to a nice padded room, then you can talk to yourself about how special you are.

Joey: But I am special, the nurse at home said I am, I even get a lollipop each time I go..

He smiles, but his expression changes as he realizes Chivo's about to take the money.

Joey: AH! What are you doing... THIEF! THIEF!

Joey yells out signaling to people around he's being robbed by Chivo. Chivo begins looking around the room, his eyes wide with surprise. He then looks back at Joey and begins whispering angrily.

Chivo: Will you shut the fuck up before I slap the taste out of your mouth!

Joey: THHHIIIIIEEEEFFFFF! HELP!

Joey dives at Chivo's hand where he holds the money and begins wrestling, well, attempting to wrestle Chivo's hand, fighting to get the money.

Joey: I'LL BITE YOU!

Chivo panics slightly and resorts to slapping him lightly on the side of his head.. before finally cracking him with the palm of his hand causing Joey to fall back into his chair holding his head, he then looks around at the people staring.

Chivo: Don't worry he's my brother.. he does this all the time.

He laughs nervously; Joey looks around, still holding his head.

Joey: I was going to buy a Twinkie with that money, damn you!

Chivo shakes his head at Joey when Chris Wrestling comes walking into the canteen, standing aside the two, both Chivo and Joey look as he stands staring at the two.

Chris Wrestling: What the fucks going on here?

Chivo rolls his eyes and mumbles under his breath.

Chivo: Yep.. Definitely in a nut house!

Chris Wrestling takes a few steps closer, Chivo still seated as Chris Wrestling leans forward, a hand on the table.

Chris Wrestling: You must of missed the sign on the way in, this is a nut house, and you’re not welcome.

Chivo leans back in his chair with a cocky grin on his face.

Chivo: Hold up, hold up.. I'm just doing some charity work here, or killing time, which ever. I didn't realize retards were fucking thieves otherwise I wouldn't have bothered myself! Anyway what the fuck are you doing here Mr. high and mighty?

Chris Wrestling straightens back up.

Chris Wrestling: I didn't know I needed a reason to be at my job? But I could ask, what the fuck are you doing.. wait..

Chris Wrestling looks away and looks at Joey.

Chris Wrestling: Forget you, Joey, what the hell are you doing here with this piece of scum?

Joey panics.

Joey: Well.. you see.. I.. this, this isn't what it looks like, I got some lunch, and I was sorting my change, and Chivo came up and tried robbing me.. ask anyone, they heard my yelling!

Chris Wrestling looks at Chivo with raised eyebrows, Chivo begins laughing and looks at Chris Wrestling, when he notices Chris Wrestling’s expression drops.

Chivo: What you believe this? For crying out loud I came in here to visit a friend and this lunatic begged me to play poker with him..

Joey: LIES! I don't play poker, poker's for losers..

Chris Wrestling sees the cards on the table.

Joey: I was playing solitaire?

Chris Wrestling once again looks at Chivo, Chivo has a bitterly confused look on his face.

Chivo: What kind of solitaire do you know that involves money?

Joey: I told you I was counting my change, I can do two things at once as well you know.. Chris, beat him up!

Chris Wrestling looks at Chivo once more.

Chris Wrestling: You know, when I heard you came back, I was curious about meeting you once again. But then you won the Tag Team Titles and became a target for me, and now I find you trying to rob Joey, of his change?!

Chivo bangs his fists on the table and stands up.

Chivo: You know what you make me fucking laugh you really do. This coming from a guy who kidnaps people’s wives and threatens to kill them? Who are you to judge me ...NOMARK!

Chris Wrestling smiles and steps closer towards Chivo, strange enough he reaches in and straightens up Chivo's SVO merchandise t-shirt.

Chivo looks confused and violated as he backs off quickly and abruptly, Chris Wrestling just smiles a little more.

Chris Wrestling: The difference between me and you Chivo, you see it as a man who kidnaps people, end of story. I see it as an opportunity, a door way, a way to break people down mentally, how would you feel Chivo, if I took your girl, your parents, your siblings or other away from you, and dangled their life in front of you? You telling me it wouldn't make you weak at the knees and want to do anything to save them, all in regards to their safety..

Chivo looks down at the floor as though his mind is casting back to something.

Chivo: I've had everyone I know and love taken away from me. And you know what?

Chivo looks up and steps right up to Chris Wrestling's face.

Chivo: It only made me stronger!

Chris Wrestling: Ohhh, so the big bad wolf has no weaknesses huh? I disagree, I think this big bad wolf has some secrets, some hidden agendas, and I think I could, if I needed, dig deep in your soul to find out what makes you weak Chivo!

Chris Wrestling looks at Joey.

Chris Wrestling: If you consider being strong as picking on wimps like him, you’re strongly mistaken.

Joey: HEY!

Chris Wrestling smiles and gives a devilish grin at Chivo, Chivo backs off slightly shaking his head.

Chivo: Keep the fucking money.. Your spastic friend can use it to buy drugs once he realizes what a fuck up his hero is!

Joey: Don't you talk about Hulk Hogan that way..

Both Chris Wrestling and Chivo look at Joey.

Joey: What? Maybe one day I'll be a real American too..

Chivo and Chris Wrestling look back at one another.

Chris Wrestling: Take this as, a warmly gesture Chivo, I don't like you.. so stay clear away from me, Limp decided not to take my advice, look where it got him, out of SVO.. so I suggest you listen, and stay far away from me as possible.

Chivo grabs his jacket off the back of his chair and throws it on, smirking arrogantly at Chris Wrestling.

Chivo: Well luckily for you Chris.. you got nothing I want, and when Beautiful Shame beats you and Rosario on Showdown.. you'll still be worthless to me.

Chivo pulls a coin out of his jacket pocket and flicks it at Chris Wrestling.

Chivo: Here...take him for an ice cream!

Chris Wrestling smiles some more.

Chris Wrestling: Ohhh, have fun at Unsanctioned, Chivo, and in the meantime, don't walk down no dark allies, someone might not like you, and we wouldn't want nothing bad to happen to you, would we..

Chivo laughs and opens and closes his hand repeatedly towards Chris Wrestling insinuating that he is all mouth, he finally turns around and walks away leaving Chris Wrestling and Joey, as the two look at one another.

Chris Wrestling: You know I was waiting for you!

Joey: Where?

Chris Wrestling: In my locker room..

Joey: Why?

Chris Wrestling: Because I arranged it with you..

Joey: When?

Chris Wrestling Today you idiot..

Joey: Really?

Chris Wrestling stops and stares.

Joey: I forgot? Calm down, listen I've been through some shit, you know just to save you I took a shot in the balls for you..

At the mere thought of it, the thought of Torres kicking him in the balls this week he holds his crotch.

Chris Wrestling: Don't play innocent with me; you gave information up before she even did that.

Joey: I.. well.. so what..

Chris Wrestling: Well at least it was better being prepared, I knew she would come for Amanda, I just didn't think she'd come this soon, and do it the way she did, and now I've got to be more careful.

Joey: So where is she?

Chris Wrestling: Ohhh, she's safe, let's just leave it at that, I tell you anything else and I have to worry you'll go blabbing again.

Joey: You know, you’re pathetic; you've only gotten by so far, by feeding off my left over charisma.

Chris Wrestling: Your charisma lasted as long as Britney Spears career my little Joey.

Joey: I liked bald Britney.

Chris Wrestling: She got more attention out of that then her whole career.

Joey: Shave your head, get a cookie.

Chris Wrestling: What?

Joey: I want a cookie..

Chris Wrestling stares at him as Joey stares at the counter.

Chris Wrestling: Then go get one..

Joey: I can't, there's a Mexican guy up there and I can't understand him, I feel like El Locon when it comes to him, I just want to beat him with my newspaper.

Chris Wrestling: Then go do it..

Joey: No, I haven't read the comic strips yet; I have to read my cartoons before I dispose of a newspaper.

Joey sighs and suddenly notices a rather attractive staff member sitting by, looking at him, it takes him a few seconds as he looks away, and then looks back realizing the attention he's getting. Joey nervous system kicks in and gets the goggles in his belly, the woman gets up and wonders over with a sexy stroll, she opens her bag up and pulls out some lipstick, Joey can only drool as he watches her put some on lightly, she then bends down and places the lipstick on Joey's open newspaper and starts writing her number down. But out of nowhere Joey snaps and rises with speed, he whips his newspaper away and looks distraught, the woman looks confused and Joey starts beating her with it, slapping and wafting the tatty and scrunched up paper at her. She runs off almost crying and confused as Joey sits down shaking his head, he looks at Chris Wrestling who's staring at him with complete bafflement, shaking his own head.

Chris Wrestling: What the fuck was that?

Joey: She wrote over my comic strips.

Chris Wrestling: So?

Joey: I haven't read them yet.

Chris Wrestling can only shake his head some more.

Chris Wrestling: Let's get out of here before you get us shot.

Chris Wrestling yanks Joey by the scruff of the neck, Joey panics as his newspaper and lunch is still left at the table, but Chris Wrestling drags him away and the two head on back to their locker room. On their travels though as they still head on back towards the locker room, something catches Chris Wrestling's eye, he stops and looks down the corridor to his left, Joey stops in a jolt, almost tripping over his own feet.

Joey: What the hell you doing? I could have walked on and been talking to myself, you have any idea how stupid I could have looked?

Chris Wrestling looks at Joey, he's got some ketchup on his lip and Chris Wrestling shakes his head ignoring him.

Chris Wrestling: There was something I was going to do at a later date, but I think delivering it now would give him more time to think about it.

Chris Wrestling reaches into his jacket and pulls out an envelope with a letter inside, he clutches onto his and plays about with it for a few seconds as he continues to stare down the corridor.

Joey: What the hell's in it? A love note to a man?

Chris Wrestling turns and slaps Joey around the head.

Joey: ARGH! That happens way too much, are you people trying to tell me something?

Chris Wrestling: Who gives a shit, go see a psychiatrist.

Joey thinks for a second.

Joey: Now that's an idea.. What’s one of those?

Chris Wrestling slaps him again, but Joey holds it all in, Chris Wrestling makes a move and walks down the corridor, stopping outside the locker room door of Xtreme Fusion.

Joey: What are you doing? Is that a ransom note? Are we going to make Limp pay for Amanda? How much? 50 bucks?

Chris Wrestling once again slaps Joey.

Chris Wrestling: No, this is, lets just say, something for Limp to think about.. soon Limp WILL decide Amanda's fate.

Chris Wrestling taps the envelope in his hand as Joey looks on thinking, curious, when suddenly from behind, Chivo comes walking down the corridor with an energy shake in his hand rubbing his stomach. He stops quickly though as he spots Chris Wrestling and Joey, they turn to see him and all three roll their eyes, not happy to see one another.

Chris Wrestling: So soon, I didn't realize we meant so much.

Chivo just gives a sarcastic smug look at Chris Wrestling.

Chris Wrestling: Hey, I tell you what, why don't you do me a favor, make yourself useful, and give this to Limp when you see him?

Chris Wrestling reaches out his hand, offering the envelope to Chivo, who stares at it.

Chivo: What the hell is it?

Chris Wrestling shrugs shaking his head slightly.

Chris Wrestling: It's just, a proposal for Limp, I don't think he'd appreciate you reading it, so be a buddy, be one of the guys, give him the note, and keep your ears and eyes shut, got that?

Chivo suddenly blanks Chris Wrestling and goes to walk passed, but Chris Wrestling stops him.

Chris Wrestling: Fine, ignore my slating comments, I apologize, just give him the damn note, cool?

Chivo snatches the note and continues walking, taking a swig of his energy shake, Chris Wrestling and Joey head off in the other direction with smiles. Everything seems to be falling into place, the plans are folding out and soon will be revealed, only one thing left to do, win at Showdown, just win, beat Beautiful Shame, and then win more and more, Tag Team Title here I come.
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