Post by hardyz on Sept 20, 2007 14:10:16 GMT -5
The camera fades in from commercial as the WFWF logo washes across the screen to reveal am empty parking lot. The camera pans the lot looking for signs of life and comes across a single black 2007 Ford Mustang, revving its engine. The lights on the Mustang light up as the door on the drivers side opens up. The camera man walks towards the car as the figure in the drivers’ seat is not yet visible.
??:
Follow me, I'm going to take you all somewhere that is special to me. I need to collect my thoughts so this should be perfect. You get an inside look on me, while I get to gather things and let some things off my chest.
The door shuts as the camera fades out with the car peeling off out the parking lot.
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The scene opens back up with the camera looking down over a canyon. All that's below is trees and a river running through them. The camera man takes a few steps back off the cliffs side and pans around to see the sleek black ride, engine still running but the headlights off. The figure turns off the car and flips the headlights on to give visual of the area in front of the car. The camera man walks over to the car as the door opens. The dark figure exits the vehicle and shuts the door behind him. The figure slumps in front of the headlights. Through the lights, you can make out that the figure is The High Horror, Shawn Thomas. There's a long look on his face as he stands there, collecting his thoughts. He walks over towards the edge as the camera follows. Shawn is clearer now without the entire blur from the headlights straining your eyes. He's wearing snake skin boots, black jeans, his infamous black "I got a life, I bought it on E-Bay" shirt, and a black leather jacket. The wind picks up as soon as he reaches the edge and blows straight through his jacket, causing it to flap in the win. Shawn looks up at the camera for a few seconds, seems to tear up a bit and looks back down into the canyon. A man passes behind them, humming an unfamiliar melody and sings to himself...
Man:
...Pitch black was a night as black as could be...
He pauses for a second to look at Shawn and begins to walk off, singing to himself again..
Man:
...The dead lay all around me; we all together lay...
Shawn watches as the man passes through the darkness and finally disappears through the oncoming fog. He shutters as the chills from the man’s lyrics get to him a little bit. Shawn looks back down over the edge and begins to speak.
Shawn:
There was a funeral today. We buried a man in the prime of his young life.. He was on top of the world and was shot down in one quick notion. Today was the end of a man’s legacy. It was his time, and we've all come to accept that. But, with his death came a rebirth. This rebirth marks a new beginning for the world. A new beginning especially for WFWF. Today was the wake up call that one man needed to become better, to stop being so arrogant, to step up his game and become more of a person then just a mouth. If you haven’t figured out who this man is yet, then I guess I'll just have to say it for you. It's me, the King of Dread, The High Horror.
Shawn looks up with a serious looking face and walks away from the edge. He walks over to his car and stand between the lights. He puts his hands in his pockets slowly, staring at the hood and begins to speak again.
Shawn:
Last month I went into a match cocky and self indulged. I was arrogant to say the least. I went in and assured myself that I had that match, that there was no was I was going to lose to such an insignificant piss ant in Pierce Deville. Well, I overlooked so many things in that match due to my arrogance and I lost what I held so dear to me, my pride. And now where do I stand? I have no gold, no pride, and have my hands in my pockets. It's almost worthless now. Kudos Deville, you broke me down, but you did one thing wrong. You didn't bury me. You didn't put the finishing blow in me. You had your chance, but you didn't take it, and the one thing I can do now is move on. I'm moving on to bigger things now Deville. I have my sights set on that World Heavyweight Championship at Superbrawl V, but I have to win that battle royal first at Scars and Stripes, but to be put into that match I have to redeem myself in everyone’s eyes and I have a match with Christian Shields this week to do just that. I tip my hat to you Deville, you beat me, barely, but you beat me. And for that son, I offer you a handshake next time I see you, but for now I have bigger things to focus on. Follow me camera man, I'm taking you somewhere else, I've had my fill of this place.
Shawn gets back into his car and starts the engine. He peels off through the fog. He passes the man they seen earlier as repeats a line he sang before...
Man:
...The dead lay all around me; we all together lay...
The scene fades out...
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The scene opens back up in a dimly lit room. A match sparks and lights a lantern to reveal Shawn standing right in the middle of an empty living room. Shawn opens a closet to one side of the room and pulls out a futon. He sets it up and sits down on it. He looks around the room and out the window on the opposite side and watches the fog start to creep up on the house.
Shawn:
This is the place where it all started. I used to watch the television with the likes of Dusty Rhodes, Ric Flair, and Bruno Sammartino gracing the ring. You know what each one of those men had in common? The World Heavyweight Championship. They've all won it and had it multiple times. Ahh, how I would sit there and imagine standing up on one of those turnbuckles with the title hanging from my arm as I lifted it triumphantly in the air. Man, that feeling has never gone away, I still crave it, and I still need it. When I first came here and fought The Cursed Eagle and lost. I wanted a win. I faced Pluto and won. I needed more wins. I got cocky and lost to Josh Dean the next week. It was like my world was ripped away. Fool me once, shame on you.
After that I went on a journey for the X-Breed title. I lost .I started feeling worse and I left. I came back thinking I would just pick up where I left off. Again, I got cocky and arrogant, and this past month, my world was ripped from me again. Fool me twice, shame on me.
Shawn stands up and looks out the window and sees that the fog has reached the house and is starting to creep through the cracks.
Shawn:
I am back. This time I am not leaving. I am going to stay and gain what should and will soon be mine. I am putting the WFWF locker room on alert. The High Horror is back and this time he means business.
Shawn walks back over to the futon and stretches it out into a bed. He lies down and stretches out with his hands behind his head.
Shawn:
Shields, this Thursday I will go in there and beat the living hell out of you. I will go in that ring and drag your body from one turnbuckle to the other. I'm going to manhandle you. I said earlier that a man was buried, that was the old me. Deville woke the new me up. He showed me I can lose anything at any moment. Chris, I'm going to beat you this Thursday and prove that I should have a title match. I'll show everyone that I deserve that god damn Heavyweight Championship! And when I finally win that title Chris, I won't be fooled a third time. You can believe that. So say your prayers son, I'm coming after you. And after Thursday, you'll be lucky to make it to the Scars and Stripes Battle Royal. Good luck, you're defiantly going to need it.
Shawn closes his eyes as the fog seeps into the room. It flows over Shawn and swirls with a strong gust. As the fog finally moves out of the room, Shawn is no where to been seen. The camera fades out as the WFWF logo washes over the screen and into commercial.
??:
Follow me, I'm going to take you all somewhere that is special to me. I need to collect my thoughts so this should be perfect. You get an inside look on me, while I get to gather things and let some things off my chest.
The door shuts as the camera fades out with the car peeling off out the parking lot.
********************
The scene opens back up with the camera looking down over a canyon. All that's below is trees and a river running through them. The camera man takes a few steps back off the cliffs side and pans around to see the sleek black ride, engine still running but the headlights off. The figure turns off the car and flips the headlights on to give visual of the area in front of the car. The camera man walks over to the car as the door opens. The dark figure exits the vehicle and shuts the door behind him. The figure slumps in front of the headlights. Through the lights, you can make out that the figure is The High Horror, Shawn Thomas. There's a long look on his face as he stands there, collecting his thoughts. He walks over towards the edge as the camera follows. Shawn is clearer now without the entire blur from the headlights straining your eyes. He's wearing snake skin boots, black jeans, his infamous black "I got a life, I bought it on E-Bay" shirt, and a black leather jacket. The wind picks up as soon as he reaches the edge and blows straight through his jacket, causing it to flap in the win. Shawn looks up at the camera for a few seconds, seems to tear up a bit and looks back down into the canyon. A man passes behind them, humming an unfamiliar melody and sings to himself...
Man:
...Pitch black was a night as black as could be...
He pauses for a second to look at Shawn and begins to walk off, singing to himself again..
Man:
...The dead lay all around me; we all together lay...
Shawn watches as the man passes through the darkness and finally disappears through the oncoming fog. He shutters as the chills from the man’s lyrics get to him a little bit. Shawn looks back down over the edge and begins to speak.
Shawn:
There was a funeral today. We buried a man in the prime of his young life.. He was on top of the world and was shot down in one quick notion. Today was the end of a man’s legacy. It was his time, and we've all come to accept that. But, with his death came a rebirth. This rebirth marks a new beginning for the world. A new beginning especially for WFWF. Today was the wake up call that one man needed to become better, to stop being so arrogant, to step up his game and become more of a person then just a mouth. If you haven’t figured out who this man is yet, then I guess I'll just have to say it for you. It's me, the King of Dread, The High Horror.
Shawn looks up with a serious looking face and walks away from the edge. He walks over to his car and stand between the lights. He puts his hands in his pockets slowly, staring at the hood and begins to speak again.
Shawn:
Last month I went into a match cocky and self indulged. I was arrogant to say the least. I went in and assured myself that I had that match, that there was no was I was going to lose to such an insignificant piss ant in Pierce Deville. Well, I overlooked so many things in that match due to my arrogance and I lost what I held so dear to me, my pride. And now where do I stand? I have no gold, no pride, and have my hands in my pockets. It's almost worthless now. Kudos Deville, you broke me down, but you did one thing wrong. You didn't bury me. You didn't put the finishing blow in me. You had your chance, but you didn't take it, and the one thing I can do now is move on. I'm moving on to bigger things now Deville. I have my sights set on that World Heavyweight Championship at Superbrawl V, but I have to win that battle royal first at Scars and Stripes, but to be put into that match I have to redeem myself in everyone’s eyes and I have a match with Christian Shields this week to do just that. I tip my hat to you Deville, you beat me, barely, but you beat me. And for that son, I offer you a handshake next time I see you, but for now I have bigger things to focus on. Follow me camera man, I'm taking you somewhere else, I've had my fill of this place.
Shawn gets back into his car and starts the engine. He peels off through the fog. He passes the man they seen earlier as repeats a line he sang before...
Man:
...The dead lay all around me; we all together lay...
The scene fades out...
********************
The scene opens back up in a dimly lit room. A match sparks and lights a lantern to reveal Shawn standing right in the middle of an empty living room. Shawn opens a closet to one side of the room and pulls out a futon. He sets it up and sits down on it. He looks around the room and out the window on the opposite side and watches the fog start to creep up on the house.
Shawn:
This is the place where it all started. I used to watch the television with the likes of Dusty Rhodes, Ric Flair, and Bruno Sammartino gracing the ring. You know what each one of those men had in common? The World Heavyweight Championship. They've all won it and had it multiple times. Ahh, how I would sit there and imagine standing up on one of those turnbuckles with the title hanging from my arm as I lifted it triumphantly in the air. Man, that feeling has never gone away, I still crave it, and I still need it. When I first came here and fought The Cursed Eagle and lost. I wanted a win. I faced Pluto and won. I needed more wins. I got cocky and lost to Josh Dean the next week. It was like my world was ripped away. Fool me once, shame on you.
After that I went on a journey for the X-Breed title. I lost .I started feeling worse and I left. I came back thinking I would just pick up where I left off. Again, I got cocky and arrogant, and this past month, my world was ripped from me again. Fool me twice, shame on me.
Shawn stands up and looks out the window and sees that the fog has reached the house and is starting to creep through the cracks.
Shawn:
I am back. This time I am not leaving. I am going to stay and gain what should and will soon be mine. I am putting the WFWF locker room on alert. The High Horror is back and this time he means business.
Shawn walks back over to the futon and stretches it out into a bed. He lies down and stretches out with his hands behind his head.
Shawn:
Shields, this Thursday I will go in there and beat the living hell out of you. I will go in that ring and drag your body from one turnbuckle to the other. I'm going to manhandle you. I said earlier that a man was buried, that was the old me. Deville woke the new me up. He showed me I can lose anything at any moment. Chris, I'm going to beat you this Thursday and prove that I should have a title match. I'll show everyone that I deserve that god damn Heavyweight Championship! And when I finally win that title Chris, I won't be fooled a third time. You can believe that. So say your prayers son, I'm coming after you. And after Thursday, you'll be lucky to make it to the Scars and Stripes Battle Royal. Good luck, you're defiantly going to need it.
Shawn closes his eyes as the fog seeps into the room. It flows over Shawn and swirls with a strong gust. As the fog finally moves out of the room, Shawn is no where to been seen. The camera fades out as the WFWF logo washes over the screen and into commercial.
Well it is my first RP in a month and a half. Do I still got t? Or was it a wreck. I tried to incorperate some things that have happened to me in real life and in previous places and matches. Like it?
mentions a camera these days. You are suppose to be this amazing rper, and yet you mention the camera. Looks like you still have lots to learn. 
