Man- Twisted RP

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Matthew 10:28 And fear not them which kill the body, but are not able to kill the soul: but rather fear him which is able to destroy both soul and body in hell.

The scene opens up to the sound of shuffling feet, yet nothing can be seen, it remains pitch black. A few moments later a soft orange glow catches our eye in the distance. The light draws near, and its source can be made out as a single white wax candle in an ornate gold candle stick. What appears to be a little girl comes into to view, holding the candle with her hands outstretched. The flame flickers rhythmically, casting shadows that dance along her light brown skin, revealing curly unkempt hair that spirals in various directions. Her eyes filled with the reflection of the flame creates the illusion of fire in her eyes. As she continues to walk forward, the edges of rows, upon rows of pews are revealed just barely as the small flame illuminates what it can.

She looks up at an altar draped in red velvet, adorned with a single red velvet and gold throne. A spotlight cast from the ceiling creates a column of illumination for the alter. A smirk overcomes her previously expressionless face as she draws near a man seated upon the throne. His hairy chest and abs are in plain view, for he is shirtless. Black slacks, fingerless leather gloves and black dress shoes are his clothing of choice. His hair is neatly braided along his skull, a small goatee protrudes from his chin. She carefully steps up the altar, walking into the column of light, revealing her attire as a black pants suit. She stands next to the man on the throne who is none over than WFWF's recent talent acquisition: The Wrestling Messiah ACM.

The little girl brings the candle up towards the side of ACM, the hot wax trickling along her hands in white rivers along her skin hardening, as it runs over the candlestick. The column of light fades, leaving only the candle as a source of light.

ACM: Eight years from today we lost her. We lost her to that sweet, sweet lady. She chose "her" over her own flesh and blood. Some "foreigner" over her own daughter and husband. She abandoned us for "her".

ACM chuckles and looks over at the little girl.

ACM:Eight years ago from today is when I realized who and what I was Kennidi.

Kennidi glances back into her father's eyes.

Kennidi: Her treachery was for the best. You've taught me this already. It's when you finally realized your destiny as the Messiah. You finally saw the evils of this world and decided to rise up against it.

ACM: She dragged you mother down to hell Kennidi. "Her" liquid poison destroyed your mother physically, mentally, and spiritually as she ran rampant through her veins. She couldn't see past "her". She lived for "her", she eventually died for "HER". SHE LOST HER SOUL TO "HER"!

ACM shudders with anger, his face filled with rage, but his expression changes instantly into a deep, resonant laugh echoing off the walls in the distance.

ACM: Heroin took her from us. Her death made me. Her death awakened the potential and righteousness that laid dormant within me. She was nothing more than a necessary sacrifice on my crusade. She only rotted for a few weeks, the maggots tearing at her poisoness flesh was only temporary, but the devil laughs as he tears at her soul for an eternity.

Kennidi looks down, a sad look develops on her face.

Kennidi: Our crusade.

ACM pats Kennidi's head.

ACM: It is our crusade, but I fear you cannot face what I must face in my first match with this-

ACM scoffs in a mocking matter

ACM:Federation....

Kennidi looks up at her father. Eager to hear more.

ACM: What happened to my wife just showed me how fickle man can be. How easily swayed their judgement, and how easily broken their will. WFWF has a lot of these sinful men, the false prophets that herald their so called success. Men who claim to be children of god, yet walk around here with the mark of the beast. Men who claim to be..

ACM laughs then smiles towards the candle, then turns to face front again.

ACM: From the city in the sky yet they walk amongst the filth that makes up this federation with holy grails that have been desecrated through sins, and unburdened paths. You see I truly walk the path of a righteous man, my crusade will run  through WFWF. I plan to walk a holy warpath straight to that once so holy grail....and bring light to it's now sullied gold once more. I have to clean this filth. This filth must be removed, it must be ESPUNGED from this federation if it truly wants to be great. It's all just one big blemish the higher ups expect us to miss. They expect no one to clean this cess pool, but of course they weren't expecting me. I'm here to herd. For a shepherd is nothing without sheep. For he would just be a man. A man without purpose. A man who could be driven to sin.

ACM leans forward slightly.

ACM: So the powers that be decide to try to stop my march before it can even start. These cowards don't fight there own wars, they send men to take care of anyone who cries out rebellion. They want everyone to fall in line like we are all pieces of their puzzle, we just have to fit into their plans. I say we follow our own will. The only will that is right....my will. As much as it pains me to say, they have outdone themselves with this one. They haven't sent a man. They sent a "dragon". Tugarin Zmey.

Kennidi's eyes grow wide with excitement as she hangs on her father's words.

ACM: Zmey is a 7'1 "dragon", being flown straight towards my crusade with a drug fueled midget on his back. As silly as this may sound, this "dragon" has scorched the ring and has torn asunder man, after man, after man. All that lays before him is a pile of broken, mangled bodies. Men tremble in his wake, men cower in fear as he speaks. He is the dubbed "the beast that can't be stopped".

ACM looks down, shaking his head side to side as if he was saying no.

ACM: They have it all wrong Zmey. You are everything they say you are and more, I will at least give you that but the problem is you are facing men. In our buisiness losing a match can be equated to death. It's what we are all here for, to win. All men you have faced have feared the dreaded one, two, three. Ultimately that's exactly what they recieved. They greatest fears come to light. This isn't just physically warfare, you have killed them mentally too. Thus, destroying their soul and spirit to continue. These men now have broken wills. These men now fall in line. These men now stumble blindly in the dark. Now Zmey they place me in your way...or so that's how they want the pieces to fall in place. Revelations speaks of a great, grotesque beast, seven heads towering from a powerful body, ten horns in total jutting from the heads, and ten crowns upon the horns....you are that beast Zmey. Wrath, Sloth, Avarice, Gluttony, Lust, Envy and Pride....each one of your heads represent the sins I plan to abolish from this federation. I will sever each and every head, you will be the one laying in the ring in a mangled bloody heap. I'm not in your way Zmey....you are in mine. This great battle that has been prophesied is nothing short of the example I have to make of you. To wake up the sheep so they can follow their shepherd, their Messiah, THEIR ONE TRUE KING! Truth is Zmey, your ignorance and their ignorance will be the fall of humanity...

ACM's serious expression softens, a wide smirk envelopes his face.

ACM:I don't fear death. I don't fear failure, and I sure as hell don't fear you. No one can see past the ignorance and realize the preservation of the martyr in me. I will die to shed light on all that is wrong, to cleanse this federation of all it sins. Some people have already seen past this illusion they have tried to portray but I guess some people are just wise beyond their years, wise enough to know...

ACM licks his index finger and thumb, reaching towards the candle. His hand hovers over the flickering flame. Kennidi looks forward as ACM becomes expressionless once more.

ACM: What's a "dragon" to a God?

ACM pinches the flame, causing it to go out, the screen is pitch black once more. The column of white light suddenly reappears, but the altar is empty, no trace of ACM or Kennidi whatsoever. Even the throne is not in view. All that rests upon the altar is a vaguely familiar black cowboy hat.....

To this the screen fades to black.

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Ok. All criticism is welcome. BTW Not trashing the fed all is said for the sake of explaining my characters angle.

[CM Poor]

Years ago, when I first started rp'ing when I was something like 15, the talent pool I fell into was much more driven by what you've just put out here. There was much less focus on the wrestlers as "real people with real problems and real lives with a very unique job", and more on these sort of grandiose, over produced promos that you were more likely to see on WCW or WWF television at the time. Naturally all things evolve, and the WFWF, as we're in it now, is much more "life, wife, and kids", almost to the point of nausea, so it's refreshing to see you and the guys who came from the fed that you did coming in and doing this sort of thing, when it's done right. I still wasn't nuts about the Roy's piece, but I liked this, 'cause it not only established a sort of larger than life scene, but it also counter-balanced it with peeks into the "reality" of ACM's life without it being the whole tried and true "I'm a dad and I've gotta do right by my little girl by getting in that ring" sort of thing.

That's not to say I want everyone to start doing like this tomorrow (and trust me, if you pick up steam here, they will). But having some of the grounded stuff, some of the token badasses, some of the bizarre, and some things larger than life lead to a much more interesting, eclectic, and overall, challenging fed. Can you imagine if the WWE were all Undertakers or all Hogans or all SHIELDs? It'd be more boring than it already is.

Sorry to hijack this so early on. TL;DR - I liked this.

[Sleazyness]

It was short, but it worked. I like how you had the daddy-daughter thing. It makes your character set out from the rest. Your style makes everything easier to read. I liked this man, nice work. At first, I thought you were just a random person. Nice to see you active, man.

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Thanks for the feedback. Length has always been up and down for me. Im pretty much a straight shooter.

[Kyzer]

I glanced over this earlier but tried not to read it because I didn't want it to influence what I was putting in my rp. I don't like to wait until my opponent and then put up something rebutting everything he said.

I did like this. I really got into it. I even liked the comparison of Tugarin to seven headed dragon with each head emphasizing a different sin. I actually took the name though from a three-headed dragon that is shared in Slavic and Steppe mythology, so what you did is somewhat similar.

I definitely think you have a interesting character. It is hard to make these dark preacher-esque characters work. You take the idea of a Messiah in a completely different direction than I did with Kyzer when I called him something similar. The length doesn't matter to me much except for the fact I wanted more. Like The Roy, I like your character and think he is very interesting. I hope you can keep stuff like this up and I am glad I got to face you this week. Good stuff bro.

[Danger10]

This was awesome, I was hanging on every word.I cant wait for more.