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Crippler RP
Topic Started: Jan 30 2011, 06:38 AM (137 Views)
Canadian Connection
sVo Superstar
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Prologue

Game on.

Crippler welcomes you.

Act I

(Friday 11:49pm)

*A shot of pain rips through Crippler’s spinal cord as he lies on the cold, hard floor of Minneapolis-St. Paul International Airport’s main terminal. Most of the other passengers who just got off the flight from Phoenix, the last of the night, have left to join their families, friends, or taxi drivers for the trip home. This enormous, vacant room with the dull monochromatic paint scheme and the smell of airport peanuts resonating from its walls is not exactly where the Crippler planned on spending any part of his evening.*

Arcadia: You just couldn’t deal with it, could you, Crippler? You just couldn’t deal with someone other than you being happy!

*Arcadia, the young wrestler from Flagstaff, Arizona who trained at The Canadian Connection facility and was hand-selected by Crippler to be his gubernatorial running mate, now stands over his mentor’s fallen body, clenching his fists in furor, breathing heavily after just having laid out the Crippler with a right hook directly to the jaw. This was not the kind of meeting Crippler expected after last having helped Arcadia save his girlfriend, Cassie, from the demonic cult of her father. Perhaps for the first time in his life, Crippler didn’t see this coming.*

Crippler: Arcadia…what are you…

Arcadia: I KNOW ABOUT CASSIE, CRIPPLER! When she finally woke up from the stupor the combination of her father’s drugs, the hospital’s, and whatever the hell you gave her, she opened up to me and told me EVERYTHING.

*Arcadia’s face grows a fearsome red as he delivers a stiff kick directly into the ribs of his onetime “friend,” Crippler. Crippler rolls over to his stomach, wincing in pain.*

Arcadia: She told me how you gave her the key to your hotel room…how you gave her your blue drinks…forced her away from me… how you…how you…

*Arcadia’s eyes well up with tears as he reaches down with one hand to roll Crippler over, rearing back his fist to get a clear shot at his face. He gets Crippler over to his back, but is met with a cloud of chili powder to the face from the Crippler, causing him to cry out and fall backwards, trying to rub the intense burning out of his eyes. Crippler slowly stands up and immediately reaches down for his cane, dusting himself off.*

Crippler: (Cassie…how dare you betray me and what we had…I guess he meant more to you than I gave him credit for) Arcadia, I don’t know what kind of happy gas that hospital gave to you, but I am not here to…

*Before Crippler can complete his sentence, Arcadia springs back to his feet and tackles Crippler back to the floor, raining in right hands to the temple as Crippler tries to put his hands up to block it.*

Arcadia: Admit it! Admit what you did, Crippler! You selfish, egotistical, snake in the grass bastard!

*Crippler regains control, rolling Arcadia over onto his back and delivering a collection of hard rights to the face of his onetime protégé, another blow hitting Arcadia’s face with every arrogant word.*

Crippler: Was that a dirty word from Mr. Squeaky Clean’s mouth? Watch out, kid, you’ll upset all the little peons that look up to your saccharine sanctity. I always thought you were just like that ignoramus Chezina Rodriguez, but at least Chezina had the heart to stay true to who he was!

*Arcadia, showing that he’s been training in the time away from Minneapolis, flips himself up and out of Crippler’s grasp, then begins choking the Crippler from behind, his face completely red, some chili powder still in his eyes, and his teeth gritting as he tries to choke the life out of the SVO star.*

Arcadia: She and I were supposed to get married and have children and follow our dreams and you came in and tried to ruin all of that! You posed as my friend to try to get into Cassie’s pants…and you DID, DIDN’T YOU?!? You drugged and manipulated a defenseless girl into sleeping with you… MY GIRL!! The love of my life! I could kill you and you’d deserve it!!

*Crippler, fading from the choke, attempts to maintain his consciousness as he listens to Arcadia’s diatribe. Unfortunately for Arcadia, Crippler, the greatest wrestler of his time, knows exactly what to do to take advantage of any situation.*

Crippler: It’s okay…Cassie?… I’ve… had better.

*Arcadia’s furor reaches its boiling point as the young man’s emotions erupt into a scream of morbid anger. Arcadia’s energy going into his reaction, rather than the choke hold, Crippler uses his strength to roll his assailant over his shoulder, crashing his back onto the hard floor with a thud. Deciding to not let this escalate further, Crippler maintains a grip around the back of Arcadia’s neck, bending his arm back into the vice hold he usually saves for wrestling matches. Arcadia struggles and screams for seemingly forever, visibly exhausting the Crippler, but eventually succumbs to the pain and ends his tirade. His yells quiet to a dull whimper as the tears remain in his eyes, unable to struggle anymore. Sensing no more outbursts, Crippler relinquishes the hold, Arcadia’s arm remaining in its bent state, possibly hyperextended. Crippler looks down at the image of Arcadia’s body sprawled out on the floor as if it were part of a crime scene.*

Arcadia: I…I can’t forgive you for this, Crippler. I won’t…

*Crippler grabs his cane from the floor once more, then reluctantly reaches a hand out to Arcadia.*

Crippler: I don’t expect you to.

*Arcadia slowly reaches forward with his good arm and is helped to his feet by Crippler. The pain immediately shoots through Arcadia’s right arm as he holds it close to his side. Crippler looks the man up and down, then focuses on his face.*

Crippler: It’s something I realized when I started touching people’s lives in this state… not everyone wants to be forgiven for who they are. If you’re trying to get me to apologize to you for ruining your life, you won’t hear it here—not because I didn’t try to ruin it, but because you still have a lot left to give. Accept that I am who I am and get on with life, or waste away worrying about it. Your choice.

*Arcadia gains an expression of resolute confusion as Crippler hands him his suitcase and waves for Arcadia to follow him down the terminal hallway.*

Act II

(Saturday 12:18am)

*The Perfect car, a black Pontiac GTO Judge with gold striping, zooms down the streets of Minneapolis, en route to the Economy Inn hotel where Arcadia is lodging for the night. Crippler drives, wearing his mirrored shades despite it being nearly pitch black outside. Arcadia, calmed considerably from a moment ago, sits in the passenger seat, rubbing his arm and peering out the window, wondering how he got here.*

Arcadia: So…how has the campaign been? And wrestling?

Crippler: Couldn’t be better on both accounts. The campaign slowed slightly due to my running mate bailing on me, my financial backers doing the same, and my campaign manager being a business suit bimbo, but due to many monetary contributions from my supporters, things look to be just about on track. Speaking of which, would you like to make a donation?

Arcadia: No.

Crippler: Your loss. As for wrestling, I find myself traveling over to Las Vegas to battle a psychotic, a filthy excuse of a champion by the name of Nightmare.

Arcadia: The same Nightmare who has the Tap Out Title?

Crippler: Yes, but the Messiah owns his very being, and at Showdown, I come to collect.

*The car pulls up to the front of the Marriott, where a bellhop awaits Arcadia’s arrival. Arcadia still appears confused by what has happened tonight.*

Arcadia: Well, I guess I’ll see you at the rally, Crippler…

*He opens up the car door, a blank expression on his face and begins to step out, but the voice interrupts him.*

Crippler: …For the record, Arcadia, I did sleep with Cassie on more than one occasion and I did manipulate both her and you to do so. I also told her to go back to Arizona so that she could spread my Perfect Life Movement and have a chance to sort out the feelings she had for me. Since that time, she has perforated my mind, haunted my dreams, and made every day a guessing game as to when she might return to my life…not because I love her like you do, though…

*Arcadia’s expression doesn’t change throughout any of this, as he simply takes in the words he never thought he’d hear from the Crippler he knew.*

Crippler: …but because she was the most spirited, most innocent, and most free woman I have ever encountered. As far as girls go, she was nearly Perfect. You, Arcadia, may not be a Perfect man…but you’re a lucky man. Don’t let what I did stop you from marrying her and fulfilling your dreams.

*Arcadia takes in a deep breath and, finding his resolution in Crippler's honesty, reaches out a hand.*

Arcadia: Crippler…don’t let any of this or my leaving the campaign stop you from taking Minnesota and fulfilling your dreams either. I know you’ve been lost without me, but I think you can handle it.

*A very Crippler-esque smirk forms across Arcadia’s face. Crippler smirks back and accepts the handshake. Arcadia steps out of the car and grabs his bag out of the back seat, then heads up the stairs to the hotel entrance. Crippler gazes up at the immense building before starting his car back up and smiling.*

Crippler: Kids…they grow up so fast.

Act III

Perfect Governor’s log, T-minus 0 days.

Thanks to a last-minute donation from a confidential party from Flagstaff, Arizona, the Crippler is ready to end the cruel reign of the Pawlenty administration. Blackmail? Doubters? Assailants? None of that matters; this war has been over for a long time. In a matter of hours, my influence will be infinite.

-Never forget me, as if you had a choice, Crippler

Act IV

*The sunshine is blinding on this afternoon, Saturday, the first day of the rest of the life of the state of Minnesota. The State Capital building in St. Paul is the host for today’s gubernatorial rally where some 200,000 Minnesotans have gathered to hear the inauguration speech of whichever candidate has won the day-long vote. On a stage set up in front of the Capital steps, a band performs a soft swing number and several chairs have been set up. On one side, incumbent Governor Tim Pawlenty sits with his lieutenant governor, Carol Molnau, and a group of three political advisors. On the other side, his opponent, Crippler sits, with four empty chairs positioned next to him, previously set to contain Arcadia, Dina Davenport, and her team of campaign experts. As the announcement of a winner is about to come, Pawlenty turns toward Crippler and mouths something to him.*

Pawlenty: You know what to do… or else.

*Crippler’s bold blue power tie flashes in the sunlight as he turns toward Pawlenty and mouths back at him.*

Crippler: As always.

*An old graying man, apparently a member of the Minnesota State Council, steps up to the stage, getting a rousing round of applause from the anticipatory crowd. He struggles to put on his bifocals, then begins to speak.*

Councilman: Ladies and gentlemen, the results are in. Your winner and NEEEEWWWWWWW Governor of Minnesota with a landslide count of 82% of votes reported…

Crippler: Excuse the Crippler, Councilman! I must interrupt.

*The crowd, already on their feet awaiting the official announcement, gasps as Crippler grabs his cane, stands from his chair, and strides over to the podium, whispering something into the ear of the councilman. Tim Pawlenty and his camp look exceedingly pleased. The elder looks shocked at what Crippler has just told him, but soon nods his head and walks back offstage as Crippler takes the podium.*

Crippler: People of Minnesota, I have an announcement to make. I am the Crippler, the Messiah, and basically, the reason the letter “C” is still in the English language. I do believe I would make a great governor for this great state.

*The crowd cheers loudly, but immediately quiets down on command as Crippler raises his hand.*

Crippler: However…after some soul searching…

*Crippler eyes Pawlenty disgustedly. The ever-nice Pawlenty simply smiles back at him and nods.*

Crippler:… I have decided that it is not in the best interest of my home state for me to be governor. Therefore, I, Crippler, am officially resigning from this election, and would like to congratulate Mr. Pawlenty and Miss Molnau on their victory. Thank you to everyone who voted for me.

*The crowd remains in stunned silence at the announcement. Some children begin to cry in the back of the procession. Crippler lowers his head at the podium as Governor Pawlenty and his team jump from their seats, high-fiving and hugging one another. Pawlenty runs up to the podium and shakes Crippler’s hand as the crowd begins a polite, if not thoroughly disappointed applause. Pawlenty prepares to speak, but Crippler steps in front of him, raising one finger to denote that he wants one more moment to speak. Pawlenty, goofy grin on his face, doesn’t mind at all as he returns to his seat. Crippler addresses the lightly applauding public.*

Crippler: Yes, celebrate your new governor. He’s certainly earned it, much like Nightmare earned his Tap Out Title. I have another important announcement, however. Thanks to the efforts of some truly wonderful people, the dream of the Perfect Life Movement will not die in lieu of this election. Among them, my dear friend Erica, my favorite eateries, Cocina DelRio, Eastern Hotel, and Jackie’s Place…

*Cindy, Salvador DelRio, and other employees of these establishments attending the rally cheer at their names being mentioned. The lovely Erica is also in the crowd, smiling brightly at her former coworker.*

Crippler: …The University of Illinois graduating class of 2010…

*A crowd of students wearing orange and blue jump up and down in the crowd and yell their fool heads off as college graduates are known to do.*

Crippler: 1-800-DJ1-CORP!

*No one in particular cheers, as everyone looks at each other in confusion. Crippler quickly moves on.*

Crippler: …And the church of Pastor Oscar, Flagstaff, Arizona!

*The sounds of “WE HATE CHEZINA RODRIGUEZ!” fills the air as 50 or so individuals in dark brown cloaks, chanting their familiar chant. From his seat, Arcadia gets a satisfied laugh at Crippler stealing money from Cassie’s father’s cult. Tim Pawlenty looks decidedly nervous at the cultists being present at his rally and even more nervous at what his political opponent is up to.*

Crippler: Each one of these individuals donated their time, energy, and an awful lot of money to make this possible…

*Crippler reaches under the podium and produces a pile of nearly 300 manila legal folders. Crippler hands Governor Pawlenty the tremendous stack of folders as the crowd in attendance is still unsure how to react. Pawlenty begins sifting through them, flipping page by page as Crippler re-takes the mic.*

Crippler: What you have in your hands, Timmy Boy, are legal contracts of ownership. On these contracts, you will find the signatures of the heads of every major banking institute in the state of Minnesota. Go ahead, check them all out… Bank Midwest, First National, Northstar Bank, Union Bank and Trust, they’re all there. Alongside those signatures, you will find another John Hancock…well, actually, a Crippler.

*Pawlenty’s eyes grow wide as he finally starts to realize what is happening. He begins frantically talking with his advisors onstage as Crippler arrogantly smirks directly at him.*

Crippler: Don’t worry; you’ll report to work Monday as usual, Mr. Governor…you’ll just have a new boss.

*Crippler takes the microphone from the pulpit and walks out directly in front of the massive crowd, who are frozen in anticipation of the Crippler’s announcement.*

Crippler: Ladies and gentlemen of the greatest land in the states, Minnesota… After a very valiant purchase, I now own every financial institution in the state, which means I control every dollar, every cent, and every decision on where they go. As you all know, where the money is, the power is. In short…fans one and all…I own the state of Minnesota.

*The crowd explodes into cheers as the band begins to play Crippler’s entrance theme in celebration of his announcement. Governor Pawlenty, still the governor, but not the most powerful person in the state, falls to his knees, his expression entirely dumbfounded. Crippler proudly raises his Singapore cane into the air at center stage and takes in his praise as the sunlight beams down on him on this…the perfect day.*

End.
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