Black Friday RP - "Dealer"

[Drakz]

"Dealer"


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Here we are. Only one show away from beating Trace Demon………again. Probably a couple of months from beating Phillip Schneider……again.

But what does that make the here and now?

Well…….historically, it's just coming up to nine o clock on a Tuesday, psychologically, it's time to make sure I've got my footing before the uphill climb really starts, but realistically it's time to face my toughest opponent in months.

I don't know what Lila Sleater is thinking throwing me into this match at such short notice. It's hardly professional. The Pay Per View has been scheduled for weeks and weeks now, yet I only get a few days notice for my upcoming challenge.

I'll be travelling to Denver soon, heading into the aptly named Black Friday to step into a ring with 'The Hope Dealer', and honestly, I'm worried. The absence of my usual wise cracking demeanour should be enough to tell you that. I'm honest to God worried. I haven't felt like this since returning.

There hasn't been an ounce of fear or anxiety in my system for years yet it's taken simply one match booking to bring me crumbling down.

How can I be expected to do this?

How can I, the WFWF World Heavyweight Champion, be expected to face Shapiro at this point in my career?

I don't mean that to sound arrogant. I'm not making that point based on the vast difference in how our trousers are held up. You should all know by now that I don't turn my nose up at a fight, regardless of who's standing in the opposing corner. This doesn't feel right though. This could derail things.

Why am I worried? Why am I being so outrageously cryptic and dragging this on…………and on…………………and…………on?

Because Shapiro has something that no one else I've faced has.

Purity.

But this isn't the Lord of the f*cking Rings. Why should something so intangible hang so heavy on my mind? I honestly thought it was obvious, but perhaps I'm better at this than I think?

Beating the piss out of a man called 'The Hope Dealer' will completely dissipate my own manufactured purity. How can a man, purportedly THE good guy, come off as such when he's kicking hope down the throat of a man who spends his free time with disabled kids? This is lunacy! I'm all for kissing hands and shaking babies but this is a little too sleazy for even my smoke and mirrors to disguise. The worst part about it is I'm certain I won't break a sweat. That genuinely leads to a much worse outcome for me. If I decimate him as easily as I should on paper, then that makes me look like a seriously evil c*nt.

"The Hope Dealer, drags himself back to his feet once again. He fails to stay down. His continued determination is a testament to his will."

But simply standing back up again isn't enough when there's a pit-bull with your balls in his mouth. Have you ever seen a pit-bull terrier eat a man's testicles? Me neither, but I can't imagine it's a pretty sight, nor that it brings much in the way of good press. The best case scenario for me is I clear him out of there in mere seconds. If I can finish things without having to drop him on his head too many times then I can at least say I did what had to be done. If I end up with his blood on my hands though…………

I am the man on top of the mountain. The current mountain that is. I have my sights set further afield, where the peaks sit high above the clouds and the sh*t heads can't see the top. This current mound of triumph I straddle though is one that has come through a reform of character, both in my ability to take things seriously and my attempts at genuine kindness………..okay kindness at least, it's authenticity is a subject of much debate. As the champion of the world I've been doing my best to stay on Santa's list. I've been beating bad guys, offering hand shakes, accepting challenges, filling in for awol commentators and even diffusing a man with a firearm…………or was it riling him? I forget. I do know that bananas are a great source of potassium though.

You see the problem is all of these acts will be flipped on their head after Black Friday. They will become null and void. It's essentially a hard reset for my character reference. How can these fans look at me, one foot resting on a latino's head, the front row of wheelchair bound children sobbing, and still cheer? No one wants to buy a t shirt that says "Dream Crippler".

Eurgh. Anyway, I'll deal with it as and when it comes I guess. Maybe he'll get in a good shot and rock me. If he can at the very least make it looks less one sided then I might be able to scrape by with some kind of public apology afterwards.

I could even auction off my ring boots to raise money for an orphanage's roof or something? Surely people will pay more money if they think there might still be hope engrained in the tread? Dear me this is going to be ugly.

What's his whole deal with children anyway? Why does he have to choose the one selling point that makes him untouchable? This is one of the many reasons I f*cking hate kids. Everyone loves them so unconditionally. If a fully grown woman is hit by a car and dies, it's terrible. I think everyone agrees there. But if that same car had hit a child? It's a tragedy! A total f*cking tragedy. The news is swamped with it. There's candle light vigils, campaigns to raise awareness with local motorists, the addition of a speed bump. The whole world mourns like they've lost one of their own. It's as though not being of age makes them a perfect person. A great loss. Trust me when I say I've met kids that are real pieces of sh*t. They seem to get a bye simply because they lack real social skills and the ability to sit still.

Okay now I'm rambling. Why do I always seem to end up talking about how much I hate kids? Perhaps it's all a cover? Maybe I'm actually a pedophile so deep under cover that even I don't know it. I'm just over compensating. That's a bizarre thought. That's also about the only story that could cause more damage to my persona than this match.

F*ck you Shapiro.

Why do you have to be so damn nice?

[Drakz]

Like I said in the GD this is the shortest RP I've written in years (that wasn't a simple participation cop out piece of course, see "the room"). It's been a long long time since I've done a straight monologue as well but I really enjoyed this and ran with the idea I had. It's nice working with someone who is newer for once as it takes some of the pressure off and means I can experiment a little more.

I personally love Shapiro's character and want to see him evolve, and so I thought I'd do him justice by making this entire RP about him.

[CM Poor]

I like this. Without knocking Shapiro, because he's clearly on the upward tilt and will continue that way so long as he keeps sponging it all up, there's no way he would have contended against a "typical" Drakz rp. That's just an unrealistic expectation of any writer that green, and instead of just using the opportunity to knock him on his tail and move on, you went in a direction that, while not necessarily unfamiliar, is not your standard fare, taking yourself out of the comfort zone, if even just a little bit, and still managed to hand deliver a quality Drakz piece with most of the trim and fixings one might come to expect.

[Danger10]

I loved it. I thought it makes sense that anybody would be frustrated at having to be a role model in Shapiro, but with Drakz I just found his way of thinking hilarious. I lol'd at "Dream Crippler"

Nice piece.

[Rated R]

Yeah I really dug this, it's not your standard Drakz piece but I think it's stronger because of that, it's always good to see someone go out of their comfort zone and try something different. That's the sign of a good writer, that they can change and mix it up when they feel they need to, good stuff man.