Post by recklessmatten on Jan 22, 2008 14:07:57 GMT -5
Notes: This RP is going to be all speech, apart from some paragraphs that describes the scene.
This is not going to become my regular RP Style, because I have found my style and and progressing well with it.
Here is the RP.
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Growing up in such a harsh world has its advantages and its disadvantages. Being a young kid, growing in an always changing society can take is toll on any normal growing human. But what if you are not normal? Like me.
When I was growing up, I had a hard childhood. My father passing away when I was thirteen, my mother at fifteen. Those few years were the most traumatizing years in my life. Not only was a teenager without parents, but I was left without a home. Living life on the streets has become my home. When I was 16 years old, I had been living rough for almost a year. Barely did i have a good meal, I got lucky every so often when passers by gave me some money, just enough to buy a burger at a local market stand.
It was a tough time, but I never let it get me down. I thought of everyday being a new challenge, but something was missing. When I was seventeen, by chance I heard two passers buy mention a wrestling school opening up near by. I stopped and asked them where it was. I decided I would check it out.
I asked one of the guys running it about the cost. It was very expensive. One of the trainers said that the first week is free. So I signed up. One week had passed, and I had loved it, but the realization that it was over came to mind. I told the head trainer that I could not carry on due to lack of funds. During the last class he pulled me to one side and said....
'Son, I can see something in you that I can't see in anyone here. I heard you don't have anywhere to stay. You can stay here if you want. And don't worry about the money, you can work it off.'
I was relieved. I know had a job, a roof over my head, and I was learning a new skill that I was becoming obsessed with. But all came to an end when I hit nineteen. Two years after I started training, the head trainer dies in a car accident. I was devastated.
Two weeks after he passed away, I sat in the middle of the training ring all alone once again. I started to pack away my stuff when I saw a letter beside my sleeping bag. Inside was an invitation to take the next step in my career, a development offer from the WFWF. I looked at it, but I did nothing about it.
I had moved on, sold the training area and gave most of the money to everyone who had joined. I kept enough so I could rent a small room. At this time i was twenty. One day I found my old gym bag, and decided to have a look. Inside I found the invitation. I rang the phone number and asked if the offer was still open. They said they needed to see if I had what it takes.
During the time I stayed at the training school, I learned never to give up. I went over to WFWF, and they gave me a match to prove my skills. My match went well. After my match, someone came over, their name I can't remember, and offered me a full development contract. I agreed. They asked me what name I wanted to use.
The first name that popped into my head was a name my trainer had given me. Reckless. They asked me my real name. The name I gave them was not my true name. I took the last name of my trainer , Matten, and used my real first name, Dan.
I am not twenty three years old. I passed developmental. I still go by Reckless. I legally changed my last name to Matten. I am now a rising star in the WFWF. I now earn a decent salary. I continue on the traditions of my fallen trainer. I never give up. May he watch me from the heavens above, I dedicate my career and my life to him.
Reckless downs his beer and throws it down to the ground. He gets up off his chair and walks towards the gate. He swings it open and shuts it behind him.
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If I am not mistaken. All my I's are capitalized =]
None of this is true by the way. Im not 23 im 17. my real name is Dan Matten, i just used it to enhance the story ^^
This is not going to become my regular RP Style, because I have found my style and and progressing well with it.
Here is the RP.
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The sun is shining brightly. Very few clouds cover the blue sky above. Birds flying all around, from tree to tree, branch to branch, building to building. A light breeze is flowing through the air. Reckless is sitting on top of the wall that borders 'rM'. His eyes are closed.....
Growing up in such a harsh world has its advantages and its disadvantages. Being a young kid, growing in an always changing society can take is toll on any normal growing human. But what if you are not normal? Like me.
When I was growing up, I had a hard childhood. My father passing away when I was thirteen, my mother at fifteen. Those few years were the most traumatizing years in my life. Not only was a teenager without parents, but I was left without a home. Living life on the streets has become my home. When I was 16 years old, I had been living rough for almost a year. Barely did i have a good meal, I got lucky every so often when passers by gave me some money, just enough to buy a burger at a local market stand.
It was a tough time, but I never let it get me down. I thought of everyday being a new challenge, but something was missing. When I was seventeen, by chance I heard two passers buy mention a wrestling school opening up near by. I stopped and asked them where it was. I decided I would check it out.
I asked one of the guys running it about the cost. It was very expensive. One of the trainers said that the first week is free. So I signed up. One week had passed, and I had loved it, but the realization that it was over came to mind. I told the head trainer that I could not carry on due to lack of funds. During the last class he pulled me to one side and said....
'Son, I can see something in you that I can't see in anyone here. I heard you don't have anywhere to stay. You can stay here if you want. And don't worry about the money, you can work it off.'
I was relieved. I know had a job, a roof over my head, and I was learning a new skill that I was becoming obsessed with. But all came to an end when I hit nineteen. Two years after I started training, the head trainer dies in a car accident. I was devastated.
Two weeks after he passed away, I sat in the middle of the training ring all alone once again. I started to pack away my stuff when I saw a letter beside my sleeping bag. Inside was an invitation to take the next step in my career, a development offer from the WFWF. I looked at it, but I did nothing about it.
I had moved on, sold the training area and gave most of the money to everyone who had joined. I kept enough so I could rent a small room. At this time i was twenty. One day I found my old gym bag, and decided to have a look. Inside I found the invitation. I rang the phone number and asked if the offer was still open. They said they needed to see if I had what it takes.
During the time I stayed at the training school, I learned never to give up. I went over to WFWF, and they gave me a match to prove my skills. My match went well. After my match, someone came over, their name I can't remember, and offered me a full development contract. I agreed. They asked me what name I wanted to use.
The first name that popped into my head was a name my trainer had given me. Reckless. They asked me my real name. The name I gave them was not my true name. I took the last name of my trainer , Matten, and used my real first name, Dan.
Reckless opens his eyes slowly. Slowly, he climbed down from the wall onto the floor below. He walked over to his chair. On his way he picks up his bag and takes out a beer. He sits down.
I am not twenty three years old. I passed developmental. I still go by Reckless. I legally changed my last name to Matten. I am now a rising star in the WFWF. I now earn a decent salary. I continue on the traditions of my fallen trainer. I never give up. May he watch me from the heavens above, I dedicate my career and my life to him.
Reckless downs his beer and throws it down to the ground. He gets up off his chair and walks towards the gate. He swings it open and shuts it behind him.
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If I am not mistaken. All my I's are capitalized =]
None of this is true by the way. Im not 23 im 17. my real name is Dan Matten, i just used it to enhance the story ^^
up just because I supposedly "stole" your title for your RP which is a complete stupidity on your part you attempt to act like a 
