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Chris Wrestling RP
Topic Started: Mar 5 2011, 11:57 AM (27 Views)
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What had taken place was far beyond acceptable for the position, for the status, for the reputation and respect of Canadian Perfect. Proving himself since day one in SVO he's rose to the top on several occasions, but today is far worse as he's been pointed by everyone.

This is how it went down, in my eyes, as the ending came to a close this is how my eyes told the story in the closing moments of my match, and to the night.

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I felt woozy, my head hurting as well as my back aching, I was dizzy as I stood in the ring staring at the referee following a situation I had myself persuaded I'd won. I was wrong, the pressure was set in and the game was getting to me, both of us tired as he lay there gasping for deep breaths and I just about managed to keep my legs straight. I looked down at him and thought, what could I do next? The first thing that came to mind was a suplex, I followed on the thought and reacted by picking him up quickly whipping him into position.

I thought to myself, this will be easy, a hard hitting move to set up the finish, and I persuaded myself even more as I gathered all my strength.

I was already feeling weak, and I know he was too, so I relaxed and everything went white as I looked up at the rafters.

There's a slight deaf tone in my ears blocking out the cheers, screams, and chants from the crowd, I can only blink and wait for my brain to stop scrambling before I know what's going on. Eventually things began to return to normal and immediately I think to myself, where is Loki Synn? And just in time as well as I stare at the curtains and saw The Company running down to the ring, I acted quick and rolled out of the way to the best of my ability. I hear the thud of Synn's body bouncing off the mat behind me and the wincing pain he lets out, I can only think to myself, 'get in there, get in there now' and somehow found myself stumbling as I turn. I see Synn though, stumbling towards himself holding his ribs, I could have helped him but I decided not too.

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The next day I found myself roaming the Goodfellas Casino Arena hallways following Showdown, just minutes after the show had closed for that matter. I continued to keep clenching my fists squeezing my nails into my palms, it was beginning to sting and cause a nuisance, but it did not play a concern as I was in search for answers, and maybe one answer was about to arise. On my travels I spotted to a corridor on my left a superstar of SVO, not a friend, nor foe, but right now he was more a culprit than the Company invaders. I stopped and stared watching everything he was doing, he was leaned against a wall looking calm and collective, clearly hitting on a young attractive staff member of SVO, it was Chivo.
I started off slow, moving into the corridor, slow step, after slow step, what did I want with him? I questioned myself as I grew closer to him. He was unaware I stood feet behind him, I was close enough I could hear his low toned distinctive voice and conversation with the girl, shedding his corny jokes and cheesy flirting. But I saw the girl's reaction once she spotted me, Chivo immediately grew suspicious as her attention was no longer on him, he turned his head to see who it was, and disappointed he lets out a sigh, dropping his head. But instead of addressing me, he slightly grew his stance, as if trying to push me away and hide me from the girl's view, but I wasn't about to stand for it, as the process of this weekend's aftermath, the process of proof.

Chris Wrestling: What the fuck, were you thinking?
I saw him tilt his lip at my presence to indicate to the girl he can't be bothered with me, but I wasn't willing to accept that.

Chris Wrestling: Where were you Chivo? Where were you and the rest of the locker room when these ass holes were trying to take over Unsanctioned?

Chivo continued to ignore me as he talked to the girl, who slightly felt out of place now unsure how to react with Chris Wrestling's appearance bringing this heated subject up.

Chris Wrestling: We build our company week after week and making it the number one place out there, and these guys just show up thinking they have the right to do what they want, and you and the rest of the locker room just sit by and watch them do it?

Chivo once again continues to ignore me, shrugging me off, I see he's holding a bottle of Gatorade in one hand and a towel in the other. I refused to be ignored, especially in this situation where the gates of SVO are being beaten down and everyone stood by and watched. I reach down in a snap motion whip the bottle from his hand and shove Chivo against the wall with a hard whip, he's immediately alarmed.

Chris Wrestling: I won't have you fucking ignore me, you better start paying attention.

I force him harder against the wall, he's clearly annoyed at my actions, but the cool and calm collective side of Chivo is revealed as he rolls his eyes and sighs again, looking at the girl with a slight fed up look.

Chris Wrestling: That's fine, that's fine, you want to ignore me? You do that, you want to let these guys invade and take over the show, treat the champions and more like shit, that's fine, you do that, I'll deal with you when the moment arrives. Just like everyone else, you'll just be another victim to the cause of righteousness, Chivo.

He's still looking calm, like I don't bother or threat him and he turns his back on me, immediately it bothers me, a quirk in my lip with slight anger twitches, but I hold it back, feeling my finger nails pressing into my palm once again. I follow by turning my back on him but immediately I feel his eyes beading on me, I was tempted to look but it wasn't until he spoke that I actually did look.

Chivo: I could have took them if I wanted to, but I got other things on my mind.

A dark look clouds my face and I turn, Chivo is already looking my way, a dirty smile covering his face and a hand gently stroking the girl's cheek. The ego of Chivo is clear as day as he turns, still holding that smile showing me that I don't bother him and puts all his attention back on the girl. I waste my time no further and take to stepping, leaving the two to enjoy one another's company, if that's possible, I continue to head on through the SVO hallways in search of answers still to find some justice for what had just taken place, is there any?

But along my travels, I may have found an answer, or will it be just another dead end, I cross an open door and inside sits Chezina unlacing his boots as he's ready to head off home, but not until I question him. I headed on inside, he was unaware I'd made my entrance into his locker room unwelcome and uninvited, it's to his surprise he almost jumps when he notices my boots standing before him, he looks straight up.

Chezina: Chris, what are you doing here man?

I look him in the eyes, he already bears an honest face but no innocence is escaping yesterday's actions, I'm too angry to forgive anybody, I bend down in front of him. Chezina bent back and looked a little intimated, freaked also? Wondering what the hell I was doing here.

Chris Wrestling: Where were you Chezina?

Chezina: I..

Unsure how to answer he looked at me, questioning me, questioning himself? What did he do wrong he thought?

Chezina: Am I missing something?

It still seems so wrong to play on an innocent, Chezina bends down to remove his boots fully.

Chris Wrestling: Last night that fucking team wrecked the whole show by attacking numerous wrestlers, where the hell were you Chezina?

Quick to react I watch him stutter.

Chezina: Hey, what, I was going to come out there but you left Loki Synn by himself and he was rescued so I didn't come out.

I nod and behold a convinced face, not wronging Chezina, but even that makes Chezina question this even more.

Chezina: Chris, I don't get what this is about, end the puzzle of being in here, I'm not about to be your enemy?

Chris Wrestling ends his nodding and smiles.

Chris Wrestling: So where the fuck were you when they were being pummelled?

Chezina: I, I told you I was..

Chris Wrestling: YEAH you told me you were going to be out there, BUT I'D ALREADY LEFT THE FUCK OUT!

Out of pure anger I boot the wall, maybe regrettably as Chezina hadn't done nothing wrong, but I couldn't control this rage this situation had boiled in me.

Chris Wrestling: THEY ALMOST ATTACKED ME DAMN IT! ..and these guys are the minority, they're nothing, and you sit here and watch Loki, get beat down, picking your moment to come and help him?

I see him shake his head, indicating no.

Chezina: That's not how it went down, Chris, trust me, I was going out there as soon as I could be!

I now stand up looking down at Chezina, he's unsure what to do.

Chezina: Listen I'm sorry if you feel this way man, if I could have done it another way to help you or Loki out, I would have, I'm sorry.

I continue to stare down at him.

Chris Wrestling: You're sorry?

Not even bothering any more, I turn and walk towards the doorway but leaving a message behind.

Chris Wrestling: Sorry just isn't good enough.

Chezina was left confused, but with a look on him taking no guilt, but truly feeling bad for me he continues with what he was doing, to leave like everybody else, except me. I'm just not happy, I'm not satisfied yet as the anger is being fed by my aggression, who the hell can I get my answers from, from hallway to hallway I get nothing stomping around, but I come to a halt. In the distance I see a potential, I see a person who must give me a reason and quickly I lay march, Asesino sits in the canteen, a drink and food in front of him, but I see he isn't drinking or eating, merely playing with it to pass the time. But I'm not bothered about his food, why he's sitting there with a dopey look, I'm bothered about time, and I want an answer from Asesino and I march right up to him slamming my hands into the table. I see Asesino stop everything he's doing, it gets his attention, an arousing look breeches his face, and then his eyes look straight at me, but not a care in the world.

Chris Wrestling: You'll give me an answer, won't you Asesino?

He just stares at me, a very plain look, I'm not sure what to think or how to take it, but I'm sure he's thinking the very same thing.

Chris Wrestling: I need an answer Asesino, from you, the rest seem absolutely useless on telling me why the FUCK nobody helped defend this company. Tell me Asesino, why didn't you, just like the rest of them, come out at a more reasonable time, say BEFORE they laid Loki Synn out?

Again, as he stares at me, and I stare at him, a real blank stare from one another, cold and weary, eye to eye, I disrupt it by slamming my fist down onto the table but it doesn't disturb Asesino, not even a flinch.

Chris Wrestling: ANSWER ME ASESINO!

Asesino now looks away from me, rubbing his hand across the back of his neck, clearly disturbed by the action between him and Reaper. I wasn't happy though, not with Asesino's silence, not with Asesino's actions, not with Asesino's response to this situation, my anger begins glowing my cheeks red.

Chris Wrestling: GOD-DAMN IT ASESINO ANSWER ME!

Out of pure anger I slap him, the slap whip snappers the air sounding clear down the corridors, Asesino's face becomes one of stone, not moving, his eyes wider than they've ever been, I think to myself, did I just do something stupid? All I can do is stare, trying to keep a serious face, when really I fear I've angered him through my own anger and hope he won't do anything about it. Asesino sits long enough I persuade myself it's safe and just as I go to speak again, I get the shock of my life as Asesino's claw comes flying at me. I don't even have time to draw back, his hand wraps around my neck and the adrenaline surely shoots through us both, but I have no time to react. It goes that quick I feel my feet lift off the ground by Asesino's strong grip forcing me back against the nearest wall as he pushes and pins me still.

Chris Wrestling: ARGH! ..

I wince in pain, etching to get my breath, or even breathe normal, he squeezes and I can feel his grip squashing my neck, it feels like its about to pop. Asesino's breath goes heavy, starting at me, but now my own anger is starting to feed, ignoring my short of breath I give one evil stare back at him to let him know I mean business and I want my answer.

Asesino: BACK OFF!!!

He's heavy breathing, and I'm short of breathing.

Asesino: You think I care about what you want?

His grip pushes me back, I can't move but it intimidates me to push back.

Asesino: I have my own worries, I got Reaper on my back, I got a few head issues I need sorting, I have a title I need to put myself in line for. Now you're coming to me asking why I'm not caring about you and helping stop these Company guys? ..quite frankly, I don't care about you or these Company guys, Asesino cares about Asesino, the Sanctioned Violence Assassin!!!

I'm still pushing back, forcing myself away from the wall, but at the same time I'm restricting my breathing, it hurts, I'm unsure why I resist? Suddenly Asesino lets go, as if it were the end of subject I watch him sit back down, same position, same way, doing the same thing I saw him doing when I first saw him. It's not over though, while holding my throat, trying to clear my air away, I slowly walk up and lean in front of him, but he pays no attention. I go to leave, but hesitate for a second.

Chris Wrestling: You're just like the rest of them Asesino, you will never amount to anything.

I reach forward and pull his tray from him stopping him from playing with his food, but it doesn't stop his statue position, in clear thought about his own problems, I shake my head and leave. It seems like the aftermath of Unsanctioned is one short of answers and a mix of action, I can't quite get what I want, what I seek, I'm getting really frustrated now and rest my head against the wall trying to hold it in. But right there and then, I shouldn't have looked up, I should have kept my eyes closed or kept my head pinned against the wall, she was back, standing before me, it was Amanda.

Chris Wrestling: Not now... NOT NOW!

I try to beat her presence by walking on, hopefully I'll leave her behind, but it's not my luck, not today anyway.

Amanda: It's all in your head Chris.

Chris Wrestling: What is? What's in my head? You? I know!

Amanda: No, all this, the world is against you thought.. the world is not against you, Chris. You think you deserve immunity against all hostile acts? You're the number one target for hostile acts now that you have cost so many people their jobs.

Chris Wrestling: What the fuck do you know, you're just a woman, a woman who knows shit about wrestling, who are you to tell me what is and what isn't especially now..

Amanda: Because I'm not really here?

I stop walking the corridor to look at her.

Chris Wrestling: Where are you?

Amanda: I'm right here, Chris!

Chris Wrestling: No you're not, where are you? I'm sick of all this, I'm sick of not getting the answers!

Turning now to ignore her again I continue my march down the corridor, but she seems to keep with me.

Amanda: Are the answers really worth the sacrifice? Why be greedy and demand more?

I can't help but get fed up now, the anger has faded away slightly and I'm just left with frustration, but I hear something, I hear the sound of importance in the distance, the sound of Matt Anderson's voice. I push Amanda out of my mind, as much as she wants to speak I ignore it all, instead I stalk the moment about to greet me, I spot a light switch and smile to myself quickly banging it to get the reaction I wanted.

'WHAT THE FUCK'

In the darkness I'm smiling, I hear very slowly tapping footsteps, Matt Anderson walking down the hallway his hand scaling the wall in search for the switch.

Matt Anderson: That's what I get for trusting him to pay the electric bill, fucking reject, aha!

He's found it and flips it.

Matt Anderson: SHIT!!!!!!!

I see fear in his face for just a split second, I stand appearing from the darkness right in his face and watch him stumble backwards. At first he seems unsettled and I smile as he resets his tie and jacket, trying to look the part, he stands up straight, slightly pissed off now, all I can do is smile.

Matt Anderson: What the fuck are you doing you freak?

He looks at me, slightly disgusted, not sure at all what I was doing.

Matt Anderson: You're lingering around in the hallways turning lights off on people? I might as well give the Las Vegas title shot to El Locon you fucking idiot.

I let him talk, let Matt's violent persona pass as I smile and nod.

Matt Anderson: WELL? What the fuck were you doing?

Ignoring what he's saying for a second, I circle him and wait a second, I can see Matt's patience is running dry, real fast.

Chris Wrestling: You hate Jon Page, right? You hate these new guys aligning with him? You hate what they're doing? And surely hate the fact they're in the Organized Chaos Match, right?

Matt Anderson: What's your point?

Chris Wrestling: My point is, you hate them right?

Matt Anderson: CHRIS!! What the hell's your point for christ's sake!

I stop in front of him looking him in the face, he seems to care the least amount possible.

Chris Wrestling: Then why the fuck were they allowed to come out there after my match? Huh!

Matt sighs.

Chris Wrestling: Why was your career killer not in safe hands?

Matt Anderson: Okay, shut the fuck up before I fire your ass, first off, you're not my career killer, Nightmare is my career killer. Second, safe hands? Am I your baby sitter? No I am not, if you have any problems, you handle them yourself.

We stare eye to eye.

Chris Wrestling: You know, just because you're the owner now, doesn't mean you only have to put little effort in. I blame you for this Matt, you're to blame for these imbeciles, these rejects, these outsiders interfering in my business just because of disputes you have with them.

Matt Anderson: Blame me, go ahead, I'll fine you every time you put it on me, you won't be around much longer so I don't have to worry about you, suck it up and deal with it yourself.

I can't help but mutter a small laugh as I hold my chin, thinking to myself.

Chris Wrestling: You know, it's funny you mention El Locon, because you're all up for this aren't you? It's been in your plans since he returned that he would get destroyed so once again you have some control and take a few nude photos of yourselves in the shower with it huh..

He doesn't look impressed, but I can't stop smiling with sarcasm.

Chris Wrestling: Well I'm not impressed, I'm not convinced, I'm not accepting the Company.

Matt just stares at me, I continue to stare back.

Chris Wrestling: Your wrestlers will be served, Matt, they'll be judged in doing wrong, and righteousness will be achieved.

Matt Anderson: Finished? Fucking idiot..

Barging me quickly out of the way he sets forward his way towards his office, I'm left smiling, but not for long, it disappears, she's back.

Chris Wrestling: Noooooo, GO AWAY!

Amanda: I'm only here because of you, you're imagining me, if you want me gone, stop imagining me.

I feel like giving up, my head drops.

Chris Wrestling: God-damn, why can't you be a physical hallucination, you could give me a massage, all you women are useless.

I had the feeling she was about to rant and made my exit quick, I had the feeling she would follow too, but either way I needed to try. Unsanctioned aftermath never gave me any justice tonight, I lost, but was robbed of my victory and could not retain the feeling of victory. But one thing tonight did prove was my status amongst the SVO roster, amongst the locker room, amongst the owner, I am alone in this role.
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