Post by connor on May 9, 2008 21:16:58 GMT -6
**sense my opponent is no showing by appearances heres a little rp from my reaper days, i wrote one just dont feel like wasting it**
The scene opens as Reaper is sitting in his hotel room. He's staying at some roach haven hotel on the outskirts of town. There is a blood stained bed in the middle of the room, surprisingly enough not Reaper's handywork. There is a broken couch in the corner where Reaper is sitting. He's got a bottle of budweiser in his hand taking a drink. In his other hand is a cigarette half burned. Infront of him is a shitty looking television on the greatest channel in the world...the snow channel as static just keeps flicking on the screen. The room is dark except for a small lamp without a shade on a small table beside the couch. Reaper's eyes are shifting back and forth as we see he is alone in the hotel room.
Reaper: I dont know who you people are but you need to fuck off already.
*a mixture of voices both male and female with a sweet ass echo effect thrown in speaks softly*
****: You......dont remember......whyyyyyyy
Reaper: Why should I remember, I mean seriously. Who the fuck are you, your not important.
****: Not important!!! *voices starting to anger and getting louder until booming* Not important, all life is important, or have you forgotten that Hamish.
Reaper: Hey shut your fucking mouths, no one calls me that ok NO ONE!
****: We'll we are no one according to you so I suppose we can call you that then cant we Hamish.
Reaper: Damn it! Get out! Leave me alone.
****: We will, when you remember.
Reaper: Remember? Remember what?
The voices die out, nothing but silence the sounds of crickets outside now heard and the rumbling of the static.
Reaper: NOW YOU SHUT UP? for fucks sake.
Reaper gets up as he throws his beer bottle against the wall the glass shattering into thousands of pieces. Reaper heads towards the door leading to the outside parking lot, his cigarette hanging between his lips. Reaper opens the door as we just see his face which has gone pale white. His eyes wide and his cigarette slowly falls from his lips to the ground almost in slow motion as it hits the ground and bounces off the floor. Reaper's lips slowly move
Reaper: A..A..Al...Al..Ali...Ali is that you?
We turn to looking over his shoulder seeing a pale white woman prob of young twenties age. Her hair dark brown her eyes brilliant blue, she's wearing a black dress with no shoes. Her lips are blue and the whites of her eyes are blood shot accenting the blue of her pupils even more. She steps forward and actually passes threw Reaper as he just falls to his knees. She proceeds to walk into the room Reaper kneeling down the door of his hotel room slams shut and locks as he looks up. Tears welling in his eyes but not shedding. Reaper tilts his head back as he lets out a gruttal primal like scream as we fade out of the hotel and to black.
******Then came the darkness, the everlasting embrace of the night overpowering me, overwhelming me as if casted upon me like a blizzard upon the ground coating it in feet and feet of heavy pressure smothering me into nothingness. Or so I wished, I wished that the darkness would of just ate me whole swollowed me into oblivion and for me to never wake again, just to know that I am simply gone from the world and the pain that its thrusted upon me. The evils I've seen and the evils I've done gone washed away and forgotten. Thats all I wanted, but alas, you never get what you want in this life, and I sure as hell couldnt keep running from the past. The beer and the coke only numbed but the mind kept fighting forcing me to remember, and that was the last thing I wanted to do. To remember her face, the angel of my life the sole person I ever loved and knew loved me, despite what I may be or might become. She loved me with all her heart and in the end it cost her, it cost her everything one could lose and it was all my fault. ********
The scene opens back as Reaper's laid out on the ground his eyes slowly opening as he trys and catch his barings.
Reaper: Ok, where the fuck am I?
Reaper sits up and looks around seeing the blood stained bed and the broken tv, he shakes his head slowly and starts to remember.
Reaper: Oh this shitty ass hotel, but what the hell happened, I remember sitting on the couch smoking a cig and drinking a beer, next thing I know...
Reaper's voice trails off as he remembers the voices and most importantly seeing Ali. Short for Alisha, the only girl he's ever known that would accept him as he was. She was the calming influence the thing that kept the darkness from overtaking Reaper, but that was years ago. She's been dead for two years now, no way that was her, or was it?
Reaper: Damn mind playing tricks on me. I just need to get some fresh air or something.
Reaper gets up and heads to the door of the hotel room and opens it, he's releaved that he doesnt see Ali again in the doorway and heads out of the external entrance and for his charger parked infront of the door. Reaper gets in the vehicle and cranks the car up, putting it in reverse and pulling out of the parkinglot. Reaper heads down the road, lighting up a cigarette and leaning over to change the radio station. Reaper leans back as he finds 'master of puppets' by metallica on the radio.
Reaper: Obey, your master....master....master of a puppets pulling the strings yea
Suddenly the radio cuts dead, and then slowly goes to static before a voice comes across it, the voice is gruff and crackly, the type of voice that sends shivers down a normal mans spine. Its a voice Reaper could of sworn he recognized.
Senester: You, my favorite son shall go out and tell the world of my comming. You shall preach the word of your god Senester, my prophet.
Reaper suddenly looks down at the radio a look of shock in his eyes as he realizes who the hell that is on the radio.
Reaper: Senester? What the hell is going on, I killed you, how the fuck are you on my radio?
The voice doesnt anser just keeps talking as if Reaper's not there.
Senester: My son, Reaper, The prophet, you've always served me well, remember when we walked the sands of the typhoon wrecked shoreline and tortured those who were in sufferage. How we toyed with their emotions and made them realize they had brought this own hell upon themselves by not beliving in their true savior, myself.
Reaper shakes his head a little bit as he realizes, this isnt Senester talking to him here and now, this was a conversation from years ago, back in the days of the Hardcore Wrestling Alliance, when he was just getting into the real extreme style of wrestling. He had been classicaly trained in Canada and Mexico and even some in Japan, but he hadnt gone to the depths of his darkness or the realms of pain he knows now. He had came into this federation known for its over the top level of brutality. Senester the owner of the federation and self proclaimed God of the wrestling world and all the world for that matter took him in under his wing and showed him the ropes of the HWA. It was Senester who formed a large stable known as the Horde, and dubbed all his members some sort of religious title. Senester was God, Buff Bridges his second in command was The Dark Angel, Reaper the third in command was The Prophet, Michael Dredge was the Dark Messenger, and there were many more who flocked towards Senester, but as time went on and his 'church' realized the error of its ways they split off.
Senester: I would of gave you the world Reaper, but you broke my heart, you betrayed and became a judas instead of my son.
Reaper, after having a herniated disc in his back left for months. While gone he met a girl at a local cafe, her name was Alisha, she was the most gentle and beautiful woman Reaper had ever met.
Senester: You took from me Reaper, now I will take from you!
raindrops start to fall, a storm uprising out of nowhere pounding away at the windshield of the charger as Reaper continues to drive down the back country roads. Floods of memories comming back to him, things he had tried so hard to forget, things he wished would of just been a long forgotten nightmare, but they were returning, returning to plague him and drive him either to salvation or to insanity.
Reaper:*talking to himself* That day, I had gone to the cafe, to get a bite to eat and just relax. Not having to worry about someguy trying to jump me from behind for some sort of title or having to jump off some ladder to impress the crowd. I was just being me. Just being Hamish, although now I dont even remember who that was. Hamish was just enjoying his time off and enjoying the warm summer breeze. Then I saw you.
The camera shifts and sees that sitting beside Reaper is that same image of 'Ali' that we saw before. She's got a warm smile on her face and still despite her pale complexion looks very beautiful.
Reaper: I saw you sitting across the way eating a sandwhich, you were looking around for some salt for your fries but the bus boy hadn't left a shaker on your table. I snickered and just to be nice got up with my salt and brought it over to you. You smiled and said thank you. Your voice was like angels singing and my heart nearly melted. I asked if I could join you and you said that'd be fine, I guess I was looking mighty good that day or something. We chatted for a few hours although it seemed like seconds. We started to see each other after that day, just as friends at first but we grew closer and then it grew time for me to come back from my injury. You had never inquired into what I did for a living, never knew of my wrestling past, hell I was given a clean slate with you and I didnt want to tarnish it. I loathed the idea of you seeing me as the monster I was in that federation. The people I had mangled, the hearts I had broken, the spirits I had crushed. I couldnt, I wouldnt, let you see that darkness. I had to protect you from it somehow. So that was the day I decided to leave the Horde and HWA. I paid off some doctors, and had them announce I was dying from cancer due to my constant cigarette chainsmoking.
The storm outside continues to build, Reaper keeps looking back and forth from the road and the image beside him, tears slightly welling in his eyes as he speaks.
Reaper: We successfully faked my own death, I didnt even let family know, I was burried, my brother even went to HWA to avenge what he considered the cause of my death by destroying the Horde. I cut off all my hair, shaved off my beard and went underground. No one knew what I looked like under all my animalistic like hair, and I didnt have so many scars at the time. So it wasnt to hard to blend into normal life. I even did some side work in construction for side money. We lived and we laughed and we were happy.
Reaper starts to let a few tears stream down the side of his face.
Reaper: Then the day came, I was at the gas station, and a black truck pulled up beside me. Why god you made this cruel coincidence I'll never understand and Michael Dredge my brother for those years in the Horde got out of the truck and he knew it was me. He never spoke but in his eyes I saw the shock and the anger. I knew it wouldnt be long before Senester would be back on my heels. So I came back from the 'dead', and I went back to HWA to destroy the 'God' I had helped create. Me and Senester kept fighting for months, back and forth. I had to fight my friends and brothers from the Horde, sometimes two or three at once. I was put threw so much pain it was unbearable, but I kept driving knowing that If I didnt beat Senester he'd never let us go and I could never be with you Ali.
Reaper fully breaks down into sobs.
Reaper: But I wasnt strong enough. I wasnt mean enough, I just wasnt god damn good enough and the numbers got me, while I had a match with michael and Buff and they were keeping me busy, Ronnie and AC came down and helped them, the four on one was to much, I couldnt keep them off of me. While I was busy just trying to survive, my best friend from years Ren, betrayed me and turned you over to Senester. He all just gave you over like you were nothing. Senester had you and he locked you up in that castle like mansion he calls home. Deep within the basement in his torture lab, and he tortured you, he raped you, he put you threw so much pain and he played it on the screen for the world to watch as I was held helpless, beaten to a bloody pulp handcuffed, I couldnt do a god damn thing about it.
Reaper's head bows down as his voice gets really soft as his cries start to simmer down.
Reaper: But I did do something about it. I got free with a little help from a friend, I got a hold of a damn baseball bat and I damn near beat ever last person who stood in my ways skull in. I made my way to you, I fought threw guard after guard, I was maced, tasered, and even god damn shot but I wouldnt stop. I fought my way all the way to the basement, and there you were hanging from the wall chained up, merely a shell of the person you were, your heart, mind, and spirit broken, brainwashed as he played over and over the sickest images of me from when I was at my worse as a member of his precious Horde.....*Reaper takes a shallow breath* I took you from your shackles and I held you close, your sobs weak as my heart broke there staring into your hollow eyes, where once was all the life I loved. I brought you into my shoulder and held you tight and with a small snap I brought you peace.
Reapers voice increases again as the storm outside gets so strong you can barley see out of the windshield and lighting is striking in the distance
Reaper: I burried you and gave you a funeral the likes for a queen. I made it my duty to make Senester suffer the likes he had never known possible. So I went and kidnapped the only thing he held dear, his only son, the only heir he'd ever be able to have. I took that boy and I tortured him, I fed him the vilest things one could imagine. Then I walked up to Senester one day and handed him a box, and in the box was his sons' heart, and I watched as I saw his heart break there just by staring in his cold black eyes. Senester said he would kill me and I then made it my sole purpose in life to kill Senester and damn it I made good on that promise when I took my katana and shoved it right threw his fucking heart. In the process though I was sliced across the face and lost my left eye. It was worth the sacrifice, and I casted all thoughts of you from my mind and just went into obscurity, drinking and snorting whatever I could find. I dug myself into the darkness and thats where I've been sense. You come to me now after two long hard years, why?
Reaper looks over and the image of Ali is gone. The radio comes back to life as a soft sweet voice speaks over it.
Ali: Because I will forever love you.
Reaper slams on his breaks from the shock of the voice of Ali causing the charger to hydroplane, the charger spins in circles as he drifts off the road and starts to barrel rolle off the side of the road straight into a tree as everything goes black.
The scene opens as Reaper is sitting in his hotel room. He's staying at some roach haven hotel on the outskirts of town. There is a blood stained bed in the middle of the room, surprisingly enough not Reaper's handywork. There is a broken couch in the corner where Reaper is sitting. He's got a bottle of budweiser in his hand taking a drink. In his other hand is a cigarette half burned. Infront of him is a shitty looking television on the greatest channel in the world...the snow channel as static just keeps flicking on the screen. The room is dark except for a small lamp without a shade on a small table beside the couch. Reaper's eyes are shifting back and forth as we see he is alone in the hotel room.
Reaper: I dont know who you people are but you need to fuck off already.
*a mixture of voices both male and female with a sweet ass echo effect thrown in speaks softly*
****: You......dont remember......whyyyyyyy
Reaper: Why should I remember, I mean seriously. Who the fuck are you, your not important.
****: Not important!!! *voices starting to anger and getting louder until booming* Not important, all life is important, or have you forgotten that Hamish.
Reaper: Hey shut your fucking mouths, no one calls me that ok NO ONE!
****: We'll we are no one according to you so I suppose we can call you that then cant we Hamish.
Reaper: Damn it! Get out! Leave me alone.
****: We will, when you remember.
Reaper: Remember? Remember what?
The voices die out, nothing but silence the sounds of crickets outside now heard and the rumbling of the static.
Reaper: NOW YOU SHUT UP? for fucks sake.
Reaper gets up as he throws his beer bottle against the wall the glass shattering into thousands of pieces. Reaper heads towards the door leading to the outside parking lot, his cigarette hanging between his lips. Reaper opens the door as we just see his face which has gone pale white. His eyes wide and his cigarette slowly falls from his lips to the ground almost in slow motion as it hits the ground and bounces off the floor. Reaper's lips slowly move
Reaper: A..A..Al...Al..Ali...Ali is that you?
We turn to looking over his shoulder seeing a pale white woman prob of young twenties age. Her hair dark brown her eyes brilliant blue, she's wearing a black dress with no shoes. Her lips are blue and the whites of her eyes are blood shot accenting the blue of her pupils even more. She steps forward and actually passes threw Reaper as he just falls to his knees. She proceeds to walk into the room Reaper kneeling down the door of his hotel room slams shut and locks as he looks up. Tears welling in his eyes but not shedding. Reaper tilts his head back as he lets out a gruttal primal like scream as we fade out of the hotel and to black.
******Then came the darkness, the everlasting embrace of the night overpowering me, overwhelming me as if casted upon me like a blizzard upon the ground coating it in feet and feet of heavy pressure smothering me into nothingness. Or so I wished, I wished that the darkness would of just ate me whole swollowed me into oblivion and for me to never wake again, just to know that I am simply gone from the world and the pain that its thrusted upon me. The evils I've seen and the evils I've done gone washed away and forgotten. Thats all I wanted, but alas, you never get what you want in this life, and I sure as hell couldnt keep running from the past. The beer and the coke only numbed but the mind kept fighting forcing me to remember, and that was the last thing I wanted to do. To remember her face, the angel of my life the sole person I ever loved and knew loved me, despite what I may be or might become. She loved me with all her heart and in the end it cost her, it cost her everything one could lose and it was all my fault. ********
The scene opens back as Reaper's laid out on the ground his eyes slowly opening as he trys and catch his barings.
Reaper: Ok, where the fuck am I?
Reaper sits up and looks around seeing the blood stained bed and the broken tv, he shakes his head slowly and starts to remember.
Reaper: Oh this shitty ass hotel, but what the hell happened, I remember sitting on the couch smoking a cig and drinking a beer, next thing I know...
Reaper's voice trails off as he remembers the voices and most importantly seeing Ali. Short for Alisha, the only girl he's ever known that would accept him as he was. She was the calming influence the thing that kept the darkness from overtaking Reaper, but that was years ago. She's been dead for two years now, no way that was her, or was it?
Reaper: Damn mind playing tricks on me. I just need to get some fresh air or something.
Reaper gets up and heads to the door of the hotel room and opens it, he's releaved that he doesnt see Ali again in the doorway and heads out of the external entrance and for his charger parked infront of the door. Reaper gets in the vehicle and cranks the car up, putting it in reverse and pulling out of the parkinglot. Reaper heads down the road, lighting up a cigarette and leaning over to change the radio station. Reaper leans back as he finds 'master of puppets' by metallica on the radio.
Reaper: Obey, your master....master....master of a puppets pulling the strings yea
Suddenly the radio cuts dead, and then slowly goes to static before a voice comes across it, the voice is gruff and crackly, the type of voice that sends shivers down a normal mans spine. Its a voice Reaper could of sworn he recognized.
Senester: You, my favorite son shall go out and tell the world of my comming. You shall preach the word of your god Senester, my prophet.
Reaper suddenly looks down at the radio a look of shock in his eyes as he realizes who the hell that is on the radio.
Reaper: Senester? What the hell is going on, I killed you, how the fuck are you on my radio?
The voice doesnt anser just keeps talking as if Reaper's not there.
Senester: My son, Reaper, The prophet, you've always served me well, remember when we walked the sands of the typhoon wrecked shoreline and tortured those who were in sufferage. How we toyed with their emotions and made them realize they had brought this own hell upon themselves by not beliving in their true savior, myself.
Reaper shakes his head a little bit as he realizes, this isnt Senester talking to him here and now, this was a conversation from years ago, back in the days of the Hardcore Wrestling Alliance, when he was just getting into the real extreme style of wrestling. He had been classicaly trained in Canada and Mexico and even some in Japan, but he hadnt gone to the depths of his darkness or the realms of pain he knows now. He had came into this federation known for its over the top level of brutality. Senester the owner of the federation and self proclaimed God of the wrestling world and all the world for that matter took him in under his wing and showed him the ropes of the HWA. It was Senester who formed a large stable known as the Horde, and dubbed all his members some sort of religious title. Senester was God, Buff Bridges his second in command was The Dark Angel, Reaper the third in command was The Prophet, Michael Dredge was the Dark Messenger, and there were many more who flocked towards Senester, but as time went on and his 'church' realized the error of its ways they split off.
Senester: I would of gave you the world Reaper, but you broke my heart, you betrayed and became a judas instead of my son.
Reaper, after having a herniated disc in his back left for months. While gone he met a girl at a local cafe, her name was Alisha, she was the most gentle and beautiful woman Reaper had ever met.
Senester: You took from me Reaper, now I will take from you!
raindrops start to fall, a storm uprising out of nowhere pounding away at the windshield of the charger as Reaper continues to drive down the back country roads. Floods of memories comming back to him, things he had tried so hard to forget, things he wished would of just been a long forgotten nightmare, but they were returning, returning to plague him and drive him either to salvation or to insanity.
Reaper:*talking to himself* That day, I had gone to the cafe, to get a bite to eat and just relax. Not having to worry about someguy trying to jump me from behind for some sort of title or having to jump off some ladder to impress the crowd. I was just being me. Just being Hamish, although now I dont even remember who that was. Hamish was just enjoying his time off and enjoying the warm summer breeze. Then I saw you.
The camera shifts and sees that sitting beside Reaper is that same image of 'Ali' that we saw before. She's got a warm smile on her face and still despite her pale complexion looks very beautiful.
Reaper: I saw you sitting across the way eating a sandwhich, you were looking around for some salt for your fries but the bus boy hadn't left a shaker on your table. I snickered and just to be nice got up with my salt and brought it over to you. You smiled and said thank you. Your voice was like angels singing and my heart nearly melted. I asked if I could join you and you said that'd be fine, I guess I was looking mighty good that day or something. We chatted for a few hours although it seemed like seconds. We started to see each other after that day, just as friends at first but we grew closer and then it grew time for me to come back from my injury. You had never inquired into what I did for a living, never knew of my wrestling past, hell I was given a clean slate with you and I didnt want to tarnish it. I loathed the idea of you seeing me as the monster I was in that federation. The people I had mangled, the hearts I had broken, the spirits I had crushed. I couldnt, I wouldnt, let you see that darkness. I had to protect you from it somehow. So that was the day I decided to leave the Horde and HWA. I paid off some doctors, and had them announce I was dying from cancer due to my constant cigarette chainsmoking.
The storm outside continues to build, Reaper keeps looking back and forth from the road and the image beside him, tears slightly welling in his eyes as he speaks.
Reaper: We successfully faked my own death, I didnt even let family know, I was burried, my brother even went to HWA to avenge what he considered the cause of my death by destroying the Horde. I cut off all my hair, shaved off my beard and went underground. No one knew what I looked like under all my animalistic like hair, and I didnt have so many scars at the time. So it wasnt to hard to blend into normal life. I even did some side work in construction for side money. We lived and we laughed and we were happy.
Reaper starts to let a few tears stream down the side of his face.
Reaper: Then the day came, I was at the gas station, and a black truck pulled up beside me. Why god you made this cruel coincidence I'll never understand and Michael Dredge my brother for those years in the Horde got out of the truck and he knew it was me. He never spoke but in his eyes I saw the shock and the anger. I knew it wouldnt be long before Senester would be back on my heels. So I came back from the 'dead', and I went back to HWA to destroy the 'God' I had helped create. Me and Senester kept fighting for months, back and forth. I had to fight my friends and brothers from the Horde, sometimes two or three at once. I was put threw so much pain it was unbearable, but I kept driving knowing that If I didnt beat Senester he'd never let us go and I could never be with you Ali.
Reaper fully breaks down into sobs.
Reaper: But I wasnt strong enough. I wasnt mean enough, I just wasnt god damn good enough and the numbers got me, while I had a match with michael and Buff and they were keeping me busy, Ronnie and AC came down and helped them, the four on one was to much, I couldnt keep them off of me. While I was busy just trying to survive, my best friend from years Ren, betrayed me and turned you over to Senester. He all just gave you over like you were nothing. Senester had you and he locked you up in that castle like mansion he calls home. Deep within the basement in his torture lab, and he tortured you, he raped you, he put you threw so much pain and he played it on the screen for the world to watch as I was held helpless, beaten to a bloody pulp handcuffed, I couldnt do a god damn thing about it.
Reaper's head bows down as his voice gets really soft as his cries start to simmer down.
Reaper: But I did do something about it. I got free with a little help from a friend, I got a hold of a damn baseball bat and I damn near beat ever last person who stood in my ways skull in. I made my way to you, I fought threw guard after guard, I was maced, tasered, and even god damn shot but I wouldnt stop. I fought my way all the way to the basement, and there you were hanging from the wall chained up, merely a shell of the person you were, your heart, mind, and spirit broken, brainwashed as he played over and over the sickest images of me from when I was at my worse as a member of his precious Horde.....*Reaper takes a shallow breath* I took you from your shackles and I held you close, your sobs weak as my heart broke there staring into your hollow eyes, where once was all the life I loved. I brought you into my shoulder and held you tight and with a small snap I brought you peace.
Reapers voice increases again as the storm outside gets so strong you can barley see out of the windshield and lighting is striking in the distance
Reaper: I burried you and gave you a funeral the likes for a queen. I made it my duty to make Senester suffer the likes he had never known possible. So I went and kidnapped the only thing he held dear, his only son, the only heir he'd ever be able to have. I took that boy and I tortured him, I fed him the vilest things one could imagine. Then I walked up to Senester one day and handed him a box, and in the box was his sons' heart, and I watched as I saw his heart break there just by staring in his cold black eyes. Senester said he would kill me and I then made it my sole purpose in life to kill Senester and damn it I made good on that promise when I took my katana and shoved it right threw his fucking heart. In the process though I was sliced across the face and lost my left eye. It was worth the sacrifice, and I casted all thoughts of you from my mind and just went into obscurity, drinking and snorting whatever I could find. I dug myself into the darkness and thats where I've been sense. You come to me now after two long hard years, why?
Reaper looks over and the image of Ali is gone. The radio comes back to life as a soft sweet voice speaks over it.
Ali: Because I will forever love you.
Reaper slams on his breaks from the shock of the voice of Ali causing the charger to hydroplane, the charger spins in circles as he drifts off the road and starts to barrel rolle off the side of the road straight into a tree as everything goes black.