Post by cureforthesickness on Dec 12, 2007 23:03:22 GMT -5
The following is a roleplay containing the in-character thoughts of Obo. None of this is real and all opinions, statements, and thoughts contained within are in-character, stats belonging to and property of a fictional efed character. Don't take this stuff seriously
It wasn’t always this way.. I wasn’t always so bitter and incensed.. I never used to be filled with such hate resentment towards the world in general.. But good things go bad and the grass always seems greener on the other side. But after futile attempt after futile attempt, the one thing that I’ve come to find.. Is not only is the grass not greener on the other side.. There’s no grass at all..
It wasn’t always this way.. I used to be such a fun.. happy.. loving boy.. I got good grades.. I was the typical, normal child.. But things change.. They adjust and they evolve and they grow.. Just as life changes, evolves, and grows.. Just as I change, evolve… and grow.. Like a young caterpillar, destined for metamorphosis and change.. I too had and still have.. A destiny.. A future..
I am the future. I am the present. Through improvements that allow me to transcend the mundane.. In order to cultivate, transcend, and present the extraordinary.. This is my vision. This is my prophesy. Can you see my vision? Can you believe my prophesy?
I could have adhered to the status queue. I could have blended into the surroundings and done what is considered to be the norm. I could have been your generic baby face and I could have succeeded. I could be inducted into the Hall of Fame this year on your median comedy act tag team. But what would that have done? What would have done for me?? But more importantly.. What would that have done.. For you…
Through the controversy and the critics.. The name calling and the pessimistic reviews.. The defamation and diatribes against me.. It donned on me.. Most people didn’t get it.. Most people couldn’t decipher the message.. Most people couldn’t read between the lines to figure out the secret. The secret to which lies within a name.. The enigma to which permeates beyond the persona.. Listen for the whispers.. Look around at the flowers.. For what you see.. Is not always what you get.. And what you hear.. It may just be a figment of your imagination.. Nothing more than an illusion.. Smoke and mirrors.. A mirage.. A mask..
Who is Phillip Schneider? A question with no definitive answer. For Phillip Schneider is a puzzle. An enigmatic expression of energy with a concussion bomb of charisma. But that is Phillip Schneider.. That is Obo.. Is that who I am?
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He’s been here all afternoon and has said nothing. He just sits in the corner. I wonder what he is thinking about, but I think it’d be weird to just outright ask. I had sat with him for about an hour, but other, more important things than an uneasy stare down came up, so I went and did them while Samantha “entertained” him. By entertained, I mean sat and stared at him uncomfortably like I was. I returned and resumed, getting just a simple nod from Samantha as if we were guards coming from a shift change for a dangerous criminal. He’s just sitting in the dark and staring at the wall. I want to say something, but am not good enough with words to come up with something that wouldn’t come off as awkward and conceited.
So.. Calvin’s an emo..
It draws a little bit of attention, but not enough that I can resume a one sided conversation and not feel completely awkward. So I just lean back in my chair. I’m a lot more comfortable than he is. My chair has pads and his doesn’t. I can do this.. I can’t do this. I cough. Totally involuntary.. But I don’t think he seen it.
So..
I ignore him. He ignored my previous comment, so I’m leaving him out to dry.
You still have beef with Thunder? Your big grudge match was pretty tainted and didn’t really solve anything..
You could say the “beef” is in fact, not solved.. But I’ll deal with it for now.. WFWF is pretty weird, in that when you hold the championship, you have to do whatever stupid non-sense they tell you. It’s the reason I was miserable as champion.
And you’re self destructive.
Humph.. And we go to an awkward silence. He sort of seems to enjoy the silence though. He seems quite distant from the world and what I am saying in general.
So this modern underground..
He gives me a very uneasy nod.
This modern underground we’re forming.. The correction of the wrongs of society.. The correction of everything evil..
Once more, he nods. I’m a bit confused at his veil of silence, because in our previous meetings, he was very over spoken.
This modern underground we’re forming.. This correction of society and the removal of the evil that men do..
Raising his eyebrow
Or the good..
Too true.
Unfortunately, this breaks my chain of thought and we’re back to an awkward silence, almost by design from this twisted devil.. Le t me say what I wish..
And our third man..
What about him?
What about him??
What’s our plan with.. Him? He just doesn’t fit..
He will do. He gives me a feeling of a legitimate threat. After all, he’s done what we are doing before.
He is a threat.. That’s the problem.. I see it very simply.. Honor among thieves.. I know I can trust you.
He gives me another uncomfortable look, but it’s still a look I feel like I can trust. It’s a very strange feeling with him..
And worse case scenario.. I know I can take you out..
Again, he glares at me with a suspicious look, but a look in such a way that he comes off as non-threatening, to me at least. I change the conversation regardless, because this could go on all day.
I can’t kill EBR.
I can.
No you can’t. I know him. I know his types. He’s a disease.. He’s cancer. He will get inside the body and eat it alive.
He smirks a little bit.
I know.. I love it too.. So this week we go?
Yes
With a nod, he stands and exits. This mythical soldier.. I feel like I have taken the bait and sold my sole to the devil.
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Kurt Burton.. Again.. Sigh.. See, I wouldn’t disprove of facing Kurt Burton so much if he was actually interesting. He’s not. He bores me. I really just don’t care on weeks I face Kurt Burton. Stop booking me against Kurt Burton. Book me with someone who I may actually have something to say about. Book me against Reckless.
You see, Reckless is kind of neat. Reckless does moves that I am actually threatened by, and therefore unwilling to take. Reckless doesn’t almost put me to sleep when he’s wrestling me. Reckless is the new breed of WFWF, the up and coming breed. But I don’t get to face Reckless. I do not get the pleasure and joy in my life of facing Reckless. Instead I’m stuck with Kurt Burton.. Again..
Isn’t Superbrawl coming up? Shouldn’t I be developing some long winded, bitter and angry feud where someone does something to Samantha, then I throw them onto something sharp, followed by an over blown cage match, because WFWF really likes cage matches, then rinse and repeat.
I’m also not real big on Thunder, either. Most people think that me and Thunder got put together simply by chance, and that it should have been Obo-Deville in the main event of Scars and Stripes. That’s not true at all. Thunder specifically requested our Pay Per View match. And you know why? Because he’s gay. He has a gay crush on me and marks out for me because I don’t wear a shirt when I wrestle. He marks out for half naked oily men. He likes them. He likes them a lot. He wants to touch them. But he can’t. so he wrestles them. Gaily.
So next week, when I wrestle Kurt Burton once more, remember this.. I wanted bigger things.. I wanted better things.. But for now, I’m just a pawn in this chessboard known as WFWF.. But like once, it shall come soon again, where I am the King of the Board.. And I shall remain in a wicked game all my own.