Post by superbad on Jul 25, 2007 21:10:05 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]“Every show could be the last one.”[/glow]
A 2007 Nissan 350Z pulls up into a field, in front of a water tower to be exact. The car stops, and shuts off. Kamardo walks out and picks up his cell phone.
Kamardo: Yeah baby, don’t worry. I’ll be home in a few minutes.
He shuts the phone. He reaches back into the car, and pulls out a camcorder. He shuts the door, walks to the back of his car, jumps up, and sits on the trunk. He turns on the camcorder, and looks into it.
[glow=black,2,300]*BLACK AND WHITE CAMCORDER SCREEN*[/glow]
Kamardo: I have only been in WFWF for a few weeks, and I have given all I had to give. Now, at Felo-De-Se, I have my 2nd chance to become hardcore x champion.
He hops off of his car. Kamardo takes a coca-cola out of his trunk, then closes it and hops back on.
Kamardo: If anyone watched, I worked my ass off in that tournament. I set myself on fire, but that’s the least I would do to take the Hardcore X title in my name. Would people pay to see me rip my own leg off, and use it as a weapon? Probably not, but I’d do it for the Hardcore X title. Would people pay to see me drive my opponent head first into a pit of acid? No, but I would do that for the Hardcore X title. Just give me a place and time, and Id be there faster than a drunken Lindsay Lohan speeding in her car trying to get to a coke-snorting clinic. I’ve spent my life about wrestling. My younger years watching it, as I got older I redid the moves with my friends. Then, while everyone else grew up to be telemarketers, garbage men, cashiers at the local Hardees, or mopping the spit off walls they spat on when they were kids, I wrestled. Whether they sold cereal, or were serial killers, they couldn’t put in as much heart as I did for wrestling, and they STILL can’t.
Kamardo opens his can of coke, and chugs half of it down. He places it back on the car.
Kamardo: I can never top people. People of the past, for example, I will never top legends. I can’t top the stars of today, like Obo, Yukio Blaze, CBT, and EBR for some examples. Yet, I will be a top star of the future, and if not, I’ll be known for dying trying. But for now, I search. Until the day comes where I am a top star, I search for my place in today. Maybe being an actor, musician, author, or political figure would make you a celebrity overnight, but not wrestling. My daughter thinks of me as a superhero when I am in the ring, I'm not. I'm not Bruce Wayne by day and Batman by night. I'm Kamardo by day and Kamardo at night. Am I the “Walking circus” inside places like Wal-mart or Giordano’s or movie theatres? No, but I am only that in the ring. I'm not fighting crime, unless that crime is shame. I care about titles and being a huge name, but not as much as I care about pride and respect. The show isn’t over till the fat lady sings, and I don’t see Rosie O’Donnell going octave high, so I'm not done with the show yet. I will stop at nothing for what I have earned. I could have done something else; I could have worked with computers, or even become a teacher. But I love wrestling to much to just sit on the side while other superstars come in and do what I love.
Kamardo finishes his coca-cola and throws it in the nearby trash can.
Kamardo: JR Davis, I’ve watched him, and he is a great competitor. I look forward to him. Trace Demon is a man I have sh*t loads of respect for. I faced him in the ring for that title before, and it was worth him winning, for I wasn’t at my best, and he was better.
Kamardo picks up the camcorder and stares into it.
Kamardo: But at FDS, nothing, and I mean NOTHING, will stop me from going into my highest gear. I will do my best, and if I don’t win the title, then I will make sure the fans get a
ing show to remember. Because I will KILL for respect, because apparently earning it doesn’t work anymore. YOU HEAR ME??? I WILL KILL FOR IT, EVEN IF IT MEANS I KILL MYSELF!!!
Kamardo jumps off his trunk. He turns off his camcorder and gets back into the car.
Kamardo: Charles Manson ain’t got nothing on me!
He slams the door and drives away.
OOC: I think it could have been better, but I tried for hours on something with meaning for me. This will most likely be my only RP for FDS, because I really put effort into this, but now that I looked at it, meh.
A 2007 Nissan 350Z pulls up into a field, in front of a water tower to be exact. The car stops, and shuts off. Kamardo walks out and picks up his cell phone.
Kamardo: Yeah baby, don’t worry. I’ll be home in a few minutes.
He shuts the phone. He reaches back into the car, and pulls out a camcorder. He shuts the door, walks to the back of his car, jumps up, and sits on the trunk. He turns on the camcorder, and looks into it.
[glow=black,2,300]*BLACK AND WHITE CAMCORDER SCREEN*[/glow]
Kamardo: I have only been in WFWF for a few weeks, and I have given all I had to give. Now, at Felo-De-Se, I have my 2nd chance to become hardcore x champion.
He hops off of his car. Kamardo takes a coca-cola out of his trunk, then closes it and hops back on.
Kamardo: If anyone watched, I worked my ass off in that tournament. I set myself on fire, but that’s the least I would do to take the Hardcore X title in my name. Would people pay to see me rip my own leg off, and use it as a weapon? Probably not, but I’d do it for the Hardcore X title. Would people pay to see me drive my opponent head first into a pit of acid? No, but I would do that for the Hardcore X title. Just give me a place and time, and Id be there faster than a drunken Lindsay Lohan speeding in her car trying to get to a coke-snorting clinic. I’ve spent my life about wrestling. My younger years watching it, as I got older I redid the moves with my friends. Then, while everyone else grew up to be telemarketers, garbage men, cashiers at the local Hardees, or mopping the spit off walls they spat on when they were kids, I wrestled. Whether they sold cereal, or were serial killers, they couldn’t put in as much heart as I did for wrestling, and they STILL can’t.
Kamardo opens his can of coke, and chugs half of it down. He places it back on the car.
Kamardo: I can never top people. People of the past, for example, I will never top legends. I can’t top the stars of today, like Obo, Yukio Blaze, CBT, and EBR for some examples. Yet, I will be a top star of the future, and if not, I’ll be known for dying trying. But for now, I search. Until the day comes where I am a top star, I search for my place in today. Maybe being an actor, musician, author, or political figure would make you a celebrity overnight, but not wrestling. My daughter thinks of me as a superhero when I am in the ring, I'm not. I'm not Bruce Wayne by day and Batman by night. I'm Kamardo by day and Kamardo at night. Am I the “Walking circus” inside places like Wal-mart or Giordano’s or movie theatres? No, but I am only that in the ring. I'm not fighting crime, unless that crime is shame. I care about titles and being a huge name, but not as much as I care about pride and respect. The show isn’t over till the fat lady sings, and I don’t see Rosie O’Donnell going octave high, so I'm not done with the show yet. I will stop at nothing for what I have earned. I could have done something else; I could have worked with computers, or even become a teacher. But I love wrestling to much to just sit on the side while other superstars come in and do what I love.
Kamardo finishes his coca-cola and throws it in the nearby trash can.
Kamardo: JR Davis, I’ve watched him, and he is a great competitor. I look forward to him. Trace Demon is a man I have sh*t loads of respect for. I faced him in the ring for that title before, and it was worth him winning, for I wasn’t at my best, and he was better.
Kamardo picks up the camcorder and stares into it.
Kamardo: But at FDS, nothing, and I mean NOTHING, will stop me from going into my highest gear. I will do my best, and if I don’t win the title, then I will make sure the fans get a
ing show to remember. Because I will KILL for respect, because apparently earning it doesn’t work anymore. YOU HEAR ME??? I WILL KILL FOR IT, EVEN IF IT MEANS I KILL MYSELF!!!Kamardo jumps off his trunk. He turns off his camcorder and gets back into the car.
Kamardo: Charles Manson ain’t got nothing on me!
He slams the door and drives away.
OOC: I think it could have been better, but I tried for hours on something with meaning for me. This will most likely be my only RP for FDS, because I really put effort into this, but now that I looked at it, meh.
