Superbrawl RP: My Only Enemy

[Dex]

Superbrawl RP: My Only Enemy..



Dex finds himself at the doorstep of opportunity, Superbrawl. 

Prologue: 

“Everyday is like the last. He somehow wakes up and leaves.” The low monotonous voice speaks out. The echo in the room made the sound splash across each and every wall. After he spoke, only silence could be heard. Not a rustle nor a murmur could be heard. The silence eventually broke when the man was responded by another man. This man seemed tough, at six foot eight inches he could conquer the world. He looked like an army veteran, multiple scars leaving memories of pain across his forehead. The stubble on his face was almost clean shaven, fresh for a certain occasion. The light in his eyes made it seem like he’d lost his direction, his drive and passion in life. A simple glimpse of the other man appeared to make him uneasy. “Well then.” The man said in response. After a moment he followed up with his previous statement and responded again. “I will pay anything for my son. J...Ju..Just get him back.” A tear developed in his eye, yet it never flowed down his freckled cheeks. Both men were in agony and pain even talking to one another brought more sorrow upon one another. “Mr.Kingsley this may be the last time you'll ever see your son. This surgery may end up succeeding, though the chance is very unlikely. I’ll….. We’ll do everything in our ability to make sure your son lives to see another day.” He stuttered. Biting his lip the doctor was awaiting a response from the grizzled Mr.Kingsley. Kingsley was dazed, almost in another dimension. As if a gleam of hope shined across his face. He then looked straight into the doctors eye, with the utmost confidence and spoke. “I’ll do whatever to save my son.” 

Hours had passed since the heartwrenching conversation between the two. The patient who was presumably severally injured was quickly rolled into a stretcher and wheeled into an operating room. Mr.Kingsley finds himself sitting on a cool blue linen chair. Stacks of magazines lay on a table before him, but he has no interest in reading or even acknowledging their existence. The voices in the waiting room are inaudible, all he hears are the screams from inside his own soul. His heart pounds louder than the loudest bass drum. It’s speed and relentless pounds are unmatched. He somehow overcomes his nerves and is able to move, he slowly slips his hands into the pockets of his washed out blue jeans. He’s almost at ease, and as he sits laid back in his chair time somehow magically slips before his eyes. It’s been hours again since he’s even made a slight movement. Only his thoughts roam around. 

Dex.. 

Dexter.. 

“Free yourself from the limits of the human body. Free me Dexter. Free Dex! And die!” 

I open my eyes, only to see myself. What I see is a despicable hinderance to society, worthless scum that has no point in living this life. A result of pain caused by this world. But most of all I see a man unable to overcome the challenges he’s faced with. He’s frail. Afraid, and waiting for somebody to turn up within his life and change it for the better. How can I be someone like him? I’m surely more than that.  

He gives off a sick sadistic grin under his crimson red and black puzzle piece mask. Inching his leg forward, he steps coming closer to me. His steps create a roaring sound, pounding across the walls of emptiness. After two giant steps I find myself less than an inch away from my equal. I find myself quickly backing up, afraid. As I step backwards my only source of light, him, lessens. The horrors that face further back send cold shivers up my spine. Though, I keep walking back, even aware of the pain that possibly lay before me. I no longer see him. 

“Dexter. Do you possibly think you can escape yourself? I’m everywhere, we are one in the same. Only death do us part.” 

He speaks in his booming dead generic voice. He seems to have no feeling, nor any personality. Different from me, or so I think. My heart continues to pound louder and louder as I find myself alone, again. How could I be something like that? How could something like that even exist in this world? Why was I born? What is my true purpose.. 

“Dexter Brett Kingsley..For I am your only purpose! Consider your body a vessel for me to use...Now all I have to do is kill you!” 

Again he speaks, this time in a whisper, a whisper in my left ear only. I slowly turn my head to the left only to see nothing but the color black. I let out a strange sigh of relief, though I completely disregard the fact that I’ve lost all sight of him. Though him speaking of killing me does indeed sound like a true possibility. I’m not ready nor prepared for any confrontation, I have no clue where I even am. As I continue to back up I do create happier thoughts that help my anxiety lower to sane levels. What if this is simply a dream? Possibly something as ludicrous as a nightmare?  

“WHAT DO YOU WANT?” 

I scream loudly awaiting a sane response. Though I do question the point of my question as I realize the stupidity of the situation. I stop walking backwards, and await my true fate that may face me. Fate cannot be messed with, it will always catch up to you no matter how dire the situation may be. How can my equal ever defeat me, when we are just that, equals? Still I close both fists expecting an attack from any direction. My closed fists slowly shake up and down in anticipation, the shivers continue to roll all around my spine.  

“The question isn’t what I want, it’s what is destined to happen. Dex will take over the rest of your soul, and soon Dexter Brett Kingsley will become just that. Dex.” 

The sound of his voice is loud and clear, he must be close by. I clench my first harder, making a crackling sound as I pull down my finger. I respond, as it’s the only true way to resolve this ever long conflict. 

“Well then, Dex. Fight me now you motherer!” 

I scream at the top of my lungs. The sound of my battle cry echoes throughout the entire area. I’m prepared for either victory or death, I’ve accepted my fate no matter what it be. After screaming thoughtlessly I finally remember the name he was speaking about. Dexter Brett Kingsley felt so familiar, yet difficult to remember. I’m Dexter Brett Kingsley. Yet how could anyone ever forget their own name? I’m insane. 

-End of Prologue- 

“The operation was a success.” 

The man said with a frightening wide grin. Others clapped in excitement, but for what, I asked myself. I slowly looked around, though my exploration was hindered by the bright light that lay directly on my face. I couldn’t grasp the feeling, the anticipation was driving me insane. What truly happened? For I was interlocked in a battle between myself, which turned out to be anti-climactic.  

“Dexter? Are you alright?” 

The same man speaks to me once again. He inches closer and sits at my bed-side, almost providing me comfort. His tone of voice was somewhat smooth and soothing. Like nothing I’ve ever heard before. He sounded like he truly cared about me. Again I still lay in confusion, thinking of a sane response to his question. I slowly again find myself moving in an upright position. I look straight into his brown eyes and find myself even more confused. Why are they treating me like this? Can’t they see my mask? A good ten seconds has passed since he’s asked me that question, regardless of my thoughts I quickly formulate a response in my mind. 

“Dexter? Where am I?” 

A terrible response it might be, though it gave me even more time to investigate the situation. Is this a mind-game? Or hell is this a neverending nightmare? 

“Mr. Kingsley you’re in a surgery room in Mount Sinai Hospital. You have been diagnosed with a strange and almost crippling brain disorder. It was a grueling surgery, but we appear to have found a fix.” 

Brain disorder? The hell. I don’t have an answer in the world that would sound pleasing to that guy’s ears. Is he trying to put down my intelligence? Is this bastard calling me intellectually- disabled? 

“The !” 

I couldn’t hold in my overwhelming confusion. 

“Do you know who I am?” 

I blurt out, in a very alarmed and disrespectful tone. 

“Well, you are Dexter B. Kingsley, correct?” 

He says attempting to calm me of my confusion and anger. Still his attempts have nearly no effect on me, as I formulate another response. 

“Dexter...I’m Dex of the WFWF.” 

I give off a slight grin, advertising surely works wonders. The mind of humans is almost like an easy video-game. Easy to manipulate and defeat. I’m far too intellectual in comparison to any human. I feel disrespected to be receiving services from mere humans.. 

“The WFWF? Ah, yes I have heard of it. The World Fight Wrestling Federation, is it? Anyways, you may be confused, and that is perfectly fine. Though we as a mediation team will attempt to try our best to fill you in.” 

Again he gives off another cheesy smile. I’ve never met someone not alarmed by my appearance. But why? The smiles and glimmering eyes of everyone in the room have me at a loss for words. What do I look like then? Do these people have different eyesight than I do? Questioning myself I quickly point towards a mirror, asking to see my reflection. 

One of the doctors, the tallest of the bunch happily hands it to me. I grasp the handle tightly in my hand. Slowly peeking at the reflection I find someone. Someone my eyes have never envisioned nor seen in my entire life-span on this planet. I had eyes. Hazel ones too, and black hair that was slicked to the right side of my forehead. Along with small beard stubble than covered a majority of my face. 

Questions I’d never thought I would ever even contemplate begin to circulate rapidly all throughout my mind. I’m left with nothing but shame and disgust. I didn’t even know who I was. I envisioned my face beneath my mask as simply nothing. As I thought I was an untouchable god, only found in myths and hidden lore. But.. Now I don’t have anything to lose against ZMaster. While he has everything to lose, his mask and his career.  

Eyes widen around me as I blush with excitement. 

SuperBrawl. I’ll be the one to end your career. To leave your legacy in shambles. 

ZMaster. 

I’ll save you..

..from despair! 

-End Of RP-



OOC: Liked it

[CM Poor]

Dex! Dammit, Dex! If Jayson Garrett's is the piece to beat right now, then this might be the best of the crop that has been put out there so far for Superbrawl, and it frustrates me to no end! As I'm reading this, I'm getting all into it, ignoring the scroll bar, getting all ready with some "bicketty bam!" reply, and then you just turned it off. There is so much good about this piece - I wish you never changed your profile because the duality between Dex and Dexter would have been that much more fun to read. I love the inner turmoil - the split personality thing is often done so poorly but something here just clicked. You had all these pieces falling together, hitting every base, and then you just stopped at third even though home plate was wide open. If you had gone that extra few feet, I'd be here singing a song of how criminal it is how that you're putting out a piece like this and being stuck so far down the card. Just a tad more here....damn.

I think you can win off this, all the same. Hell, I think you can downright catapult off a good win at Superbrawl (and remember, I called that match in your favor). Take this, give it that extra half turn it needs, and you're easily mid-card belt material come next Revolution.

[Dex]

Apr 8, 2014 11:53:41 GMT -5 CM Poor said:

Dex! Dammit, Dex! If Jayson Garrett's is the piece to beat right now, then this might be the best of the crop that has been put out there so far for Superbrawl, and it frustrates me to no end! As I'm reading this, I'm getting all into it, ignoring the scroll bar, getting all ready with some "bicketty bam!" reply, and then you just turned it off. There is so much good about this piece - I wish you never changed your profile because the duality between Dex and Dexter would have been that much more fun to read. I love the inner turmoil - the split personality thing is often done so poorly but something here just clicked. You had all these pieces falling together, hitting every base, and then you just stopped at third even though home plate was wide open. If you had gone that extra few feet, I'd be here singing a song of how criminal it is how that you're putting out a piece like this and being stuck so far down the card. Just a tad more here....damn.

I think you can win off this, all the same. Hell, I think you can downright catapult off a good win at Superbrawl (and remember, I called that match in your favor). Take this, give it that extra half turn it needs, and you're easily mid-card belt material come next Revolution.

Thanks for your critique mate. And the "profile" change isn't as drastic as you think, I'm actually keeping the whole inner-conflict thing. Thanks. 

[Devilkiller]

I have to say, this is the best piece you have put out. Just a couple nights ago I told Shawn "It's funny how SuperBrawl brings the best out of people." And here is no exception.

I'll have to agree with SYE, it was a home run hit, but you stopped at third. The whole inner-conflict thing is flowering, I hope you keep the ball rolling with it because man, I want to see you as a champion soon. I'm calling it now, within a month you will have a title shot. Quote me on that.

Keep up the fantastic work.