Post by kingofgoreobo on Dec 19, 2007 14:06:03 GMT -5
WARNING: The following roleplay contains subjects and characters of an adult manner and may contain course language, suggestive themes, or suggested drug use. Viewer discretion is advised and this roleplay is not intended for children. The views and opinions expressed here in are that of the Obo character and not that of the handler of said character, WFWF, or anyone else. Any characters contained within are fictional and any similarities to real life is purely coincidental.
Coming into this whole scenario, I question my allies. I question Deville, and where his alliances actually lie. Why didn’t he correct his mistake, pull Thunder off of me after hitting him with a literal burning hammer? Why exactly didn’t he correct the mistake, and leave me as WFWF champion? Sure, the destruction of Thunder was fun, but I feel like we could have accomplished the same thing regardless.
He really could have simply pulled Thunder off of me, laid Thunder flat, then let me get the pinfall, perhaps following a double stomp or something. Then we could have curb stomped him onto the title belt and broken the title regardless, too. So why did Deville leave his evil deed unfinished? Why did he allow Thunder to get the win?
Regardless, I also have to question the alliances of EBR, as well. EBR seems very indifferent either way, and simply seems bored and looking for a way to entertain himself. EBR himself is someone I don’t honestly understand. He just seems, distant.
Is EBR really just a big work? Is he one of those “jokes” I’ve been hearing so much about. Despite EBR having been around for seemingly forever, experienced everyone and everything, he hasn’t done a whole lot in recent memory. A battle royal win and a pair of tag team championships aside, and temporarily ridding the world of the cancer known as CBT, I can’t think of anything that EBR has done. ….. But one could argue that’s more than enough in it’s own right.
Surely EBR is for real. But how can he be? What kind of name is EBR? What, does have commitment issues and can't settle on a name that starts with "E", "B", or "R"? Couldn't decide between Eric, Bobby, or Randy? And what's the deal with it not having any dots to separate the initials? Is it supposed to be pronounced Eeber?
The Axis. I have no outstanding beef with the Axis. Kurt Burton is really lame. Go get drunk and kill yourself, you drunk. Hide the eggnog, here comes Burton. “Hi, I’m Kurt, and I’m an alcoholic”. I can understand why alcoholism is brought up often though, Kurt. You need an excuse as to why you used to suck. But if you’re not an alcoholic now.. Then what is your current excuse?
My beef with Wayne McGurk… People have been constantly bringing it up. How could I be so heartless as to target a man’s wife, only to play the mind games inside the wrestling ring to get my way. More importantly, what is the continuation of the relationship between Vanessa and myself. She’s a skank. Plain and simple. I threw Wayne to hell once and I’ll do it again.
And Thunder.. Thunder, dear Thunder.. Your new found fame is nice, isn’t it? The Heavyweight championship is quite nice. It’s just too bad that it’s undeserved. That you were given the heavyweight championship by error, through the hand of my own ally Pierce Deville. The same man that you barely squeaked by to earn the championship opportunity to start with. And the same man who pinned you cleanly the following week.
Surely, Axis, these delusions of grander that you have been seeing as of late as simply that, delusions. Surely none of you think you are on the level of myself. I destroyed Thunder in that steel cage and was having my way, until Deville inserted himself. I demolished McGurk. Twice. And Burton.. Well, that’s EBR’s deal..
Insignificant little punks who simply wish they could be me. The Axis is nothing more than a group of thugs, promoting this typical stage life that everyone in this world endorses, showing sympathy only where needed to further their own propagandist agenda..
Show remorse only to those whom you choose. Envision yourself higher on the totem pole than you truly belong. Kill yourself via dramatic suicide, only to come back seeking revenge. You see, Trent Draven, you’re exactly like the Axis. You’re a hanger on. Clinging to success that doesn’t even belong to you in the first place. Trent Draven, a hell on Earth will come your way if so you please.
Death. Preach the good word, youth. Preach of raucousness, preach of the impending doom. Preach until your lungs bleed, your vocal cords strained from the pressure and bursting with agony, leaving you a mute to the world. Watch the suffering, the murder, the pillaging, and the plunder. Watch as sacrifices world wide are made and the innocent bi-standers are left mutilated corpses, unrecognizable through their own misery.
End the suffering. You have the power. Give sight to the blind, stare down this vista of doom, for you are empowered. What you take advantage of.. What you use daily without the simplest of gratefulness, I long for. That of which you are given is that of which I request. Preach of your vision. Preach of your prophesies.. And how you can see deep into the future.. I simply want to see in front of my eyes.
Apocalypse now. Game over. The suffering is done. Armageddon has come. Don’t fear the reaper. Baby, don’t fear the reaper. The suffering.. This suffering that is bringing down.. The suffering for which the politics are played. The suffering for which you are keen. I’m the end. I’m the end of the line.
Did I strike a nerve? Did I hit something I wasn‘t supposed to hit? I’ve heard people use the phrase “read between the lines” as of late. This phrase is no more fitting than to me. Prisoner of war, accused of war crimes far beyond the understanding of humanity. Heartrending, this oppression comes simply due to a misunderstanding. This oppression comes due to people not truly appreciative of the message I preach. Do they not understand it, or do these choose to ignore it?
I am not the evil for which men speak. I am not this modern messiah people have made me out to be. I am not the idol for which people have perched me. What is in a name? Do people really understand what it means to be a horror. To be miserable beyond belief and only wish to bring this revulsion onto others. I am a horror.
Do people really understand what it means to be a demon? The dictionary presents me with several definitions to “demon”. A supposed evil spirit; a supposed ghost or spirit regarded as evil. Would the demons here apply to these mythological standards? Are there actual specters floating around the raptors, looking to claim their next victim. The second definition of “demons” provides me with a more adequate example. Personal fear or anxiety; a fear or anxiety that torments somebody. We all have our own personal demons.
Only when you can overcome your personal demons do you succeed. Only when you see these demons and wrestle them, succeed in an ultimate battle of life and death, will you come out as a far superior individual. Those around me have their demons. But instead of battling their demons, whether they be alcohol, their own emotional problems, or greed.. Everyone around me suffers from these personal demons. Only when they can banish their demons will they become all that they can be.
Leave me your battered, your broken, your weak. I will replenish them. I will refresh them. This isn’t the second coming. The return from a faux crucifixion. This is simply the revival of everything for which those crave. I am the cocaine that feeds your greed. I am the pill that aborts your baby. I am the empty bottle that tempts you at the end of the day. I am the gold that you can never obtain. Live for me, die for me..
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"Should people cheat God? Yet you have cheated me! "But you ask, 'What do you mean? When did we ever cheat you?' "You have cheated me of the tithes and offerings due to me. You are under a curse, for your whole nation has been cheating me. Bring all the tithes into the storehouse so there will be enough food in my Temple. If you do," says the LORD Almighty, "I will open the windows of heaven for you. I will pour out a blessing so great you won't have enough room to take it in! Try it! Let me prove it to you! Your crops will be abundant, for I will guard them from insects and disease. Your grapes will not shrivel before they are ripe," says the LORD Almighty. (Malachi 3:8-11 NLT)
Doesn't it seem redundant that an all-powerful Lord and savior claims he can provide nourishment to the masses but he can't even feed himself? That this supposed Lord and protector of humanity, the savior who died for our sins can give the entire Earth, but then beckons of us, mere mortals, to provide for him as if we were his caretakers.
Open your eyes. Open your eyes to this world. Open your eyes to the truths being presented to you and don’t just accept things, hook line and sinker. Ask questions and read between the lines. Search for the answers for which you crave and listen to the preaching. I beg of you, listen to the preaching.
No one has told you of anything that wasn’t already an accepted answer. No one has told you anything, in fact. You just accept that you do not need the answers and carry on with whatever worthless exsistance you think you were intended for. You carry on with stairways to nothing and the debacle that is this federation.
Trent Draven, you return and ask “what about me?” as if you were this prophetic being, why you were passed by as if the second coming, but I ask you. What ABOUT you? In your time in the WFWF, what did you do? You played second fiddle as those around you entered and conquered. You watched a young kid rise up from obscurity and claim the Heavens.
Accept the answers, Trent. Accept that of which you were told. Accept the reasoning for which you were passed, because Trent Draven, the true source of your torment is something far beyond your own understanding.
Something far more evil than Trent Draven lurks, however. An evil that cannot be measured by standards and practices. This evil is under each and every one of your noses, yet you don’t see it. This evil is the reason you run, yet you’ve never seen it’s face. You run blindly into the distance, looking for the answers to these questions you dare not ask.
Kick the habits for which hinder you and step into the darkness. Trent Draven, you thought you had awoken a changed man, but this is still just your worst nightmare. You shant stop the process, for the wheels are already in motion. Coming in front of me shall simply run you over.
