Post by Wez on Feb 15, 2008 21:29:50 GMT -5
Superbrawl RP: “A new beginning.” (2/16)
{Wez is out roaming the streets searching for a new decent place to get a drink, as he often does at night. Eventually he finds what he’s looking for; a filthy, underground metal bar. It draws him in with music so loud and so heavy that the tables appear to be shaking.}
W.V: Ah, my kind of place.
{Pushing his way through the crowded room he approaches the bar and orders a drink, shouting to ensure the barman hears him. He then moves back through the sweaty crowd and finds himself a seat in a dark corner of the room. He stays there a while, just taking in the music and forgetting his day-to-day worries. A smoking hot leather-clad vixen sits down next to him. She moves in closer, runs her pierced tongue up his neck and whispers something in his ear. They get up and leave. As they get outside they are approached by three bikers. One of them aggressively implies that Wez is with his girlfriend and shoves him against a dumpster. The other two close in and join a vicious assault as the girl watches. They continue pounding him against the dumpster and leave him bleeding on the ground. He waits until they are long gone, before he struggles to his feet. He drags himself along some metal wire fencing, but it doesn’t take long before he stumbles and falls to the ground. The effects of what had just happened, combined with his insobriety and injuries makes him dizzy. He falls to the floor once again, blacking out minutes later.}
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{He wakes up sometime later and looks around, blinking to realign his vision as it’s still a little blurry. He realises he has been badly beaten and his wallet is missing. He runs his hand along his forehead, discovering it’s covered in blood. He has clearly sustained a lot of damage in the one-sided fight. A passing car stops after seeing the condition Wez is in and the driver offers him a ride home. A short while later Wez is asleep back in the comfort of his secure home in Hartford, Connecticut. The next morning he makes a phone call.}
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{Several days pass. Wez rests, recovering from his injuries.}
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{It’s almost midnight as Wez pulls up at the side of the road in his black Ford F150. He has stopped at the entrance to a dense forest on the outskirts of town. He leaves his truck and heads south into the wilderness to a small, secluded lake. A young woman appears, casting a silhouette among the trees. A swift breeze whistles through the forest. Wez brushes his hair back off his face. The woman is Wez’s niece, Alexa May Vendetta.}
A.V: It’s been a while.
W.V: Over four years, I hate having to meet like this.
A.V: You know that it has to be this way.
W.V: You’re the only family I have left that doesn’t hate me for what I did, and lately I’ve been realising how alone I am.
A.V: So what are you saying?
W.V: I want you to come and live with me. It’s the safest place for you.
A.V: You know I think that you was right, but family’s still family and I can’t just run away like you did.
W.V: You’ve already flown over eight hours to be here, you don’t have to go back. You know that we think the same and I could use you around right now.
A.V: Fine, but I’m losing a lot by doing this so you better buy me everything I want and give me the biggest room in your mansion.
{Wez laughs.}
W.V: Sure, anything you want.
{They head back to Wez’s house and stay up late, updating each other on what has happened in the years they’ve been apart}
A.V: So you have Superbrawl coming up, right?
W.V: Yeah, but it’s nothing amazing. Since my first match against Blaze, I’ve been shown nothing but disrespect by him and McGurk. They repeatedly book me in matches that are well beneath me, I’m enslaved on a repeating cycle. They start by handing me Evorett on a House Show. I enjoyed ripping him apart, but I like a challenge, you know?
{Alexa nods in agreement.}
W.V: Then they throw me David Williams. I really expected more from him but without the other half of Chemical Reaction he’s weak. And finally they place me in the opening match for Superbrawl, a match with no meaning, except to warm up the crowd. It’s time they were taught a lesson along with anyone else who stands in my way.
A.V: You have me now, so no one will stand in our way.
{Wez is out roaming the streets searching for a new decent place to get a drink, as he often does at night. Eventually he finds what he’s looking for; a filthy, underground metal bar. It draws him in with music so loud and so heavy that the tables appear to be shaking.}
W.V: Ah, my kind of place.
{Pushing his way through the crowded room he approaches the bar and orders a drink, shouting to ensure the barman hears him. He then moves back through the sweaty crowd and finds himself a seat in a dark corner of the room. He stays there a while, just taking in the music and forgetting his day-to-day worries. A smoking hot leather-clad vixen sits down next to him. She moves in closer, runs her pierced tongue up his neck and whispers something in his ear. They get up and leave. As they get outside they are approached by three bikers. One of them aggressively implies that Wez is with his girlfriend and shoves him against a dumpster. The other two close in and join a vicious assault as the girl watches. They continue pounding him against the dumpster and leave him bleeding on the ground. He waits until they are long gone, before he struggles to his feet. He drags himself along some metal wire fencing, but it doesn’t take long before he stumbles and falls to the ground. The effects of what had just happened, combined with his insobriety and injuries makes him dizzy. He falls to the floor once again, blacking out minutes later.}
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{He wakes up sometime later and looks around, blinking to realign his vision as it’s still a little blurry. He realises he has been badly beaten and his wallet is missing. He runs his hand along his forehead, discovering it’s covered in blood. He has clearly sustained a lot of damage in the one-sided fight. A passing car stops after seeing the condition Wez is in and the driver offers him a ride home. A short while later Wez is asleep back in the comfort of his secure home in Hartford, Connecticut. The next morning he makes a phone call.}
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{Several days pass. Wez rests, recovering from his injuries.}
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{It’s almost midnight as Wez pulls up at the side of the road in his black Ford F150. He has stopped at the entrance to a dense forest on the outskirts of town. He leaves his truck and heads south into the wilderness to a small, secluded lake. A young woman appears, casting a silhouette among the trees. A swift breeze whistles through the forest. Wez brushes his hair back off his face. The woman is Wez’s niece, Alexa May Vendetta.}
A.V: It’s been a while.
W.V: Over four years, I hate having to meet like this.
A.V: You know that it has to be this way.
W.V: You’re the only family I have left that doesn’t hate me for what I did, and lately I’ve been realising how alone I am.
A.V: So what are you saying?
W.V: I want you to come and live with me. It’s the safest place for you.
A.V: You know I think that you was right, but family’s still family and I can’t just run away like you did.
W.V: You’ve already flown over eight hours to be here, you don’t have to go back. You know that we think the same and I could use you around right now.
A.V: Fine, but I’m losing a lot by doing this so you better buy me everything I want and give me the biggest room in your mansion.
{Wez laughs.}
W.V: Sure, anything you want.
{They head back to Wez’s house and stay up late, updating each other on what has happened in the years they’ve been apart}
A.V: So you have Superbrawl coming up, right?
W.V: Yeah, but it’s nothing amazing. Since my first match against Blaze, I’ve been shown nothing but disrespect by him and McGurk. They repeatedly book me in matches that are well beneath me, I’m enslaved on a repeating cycle. They start by handing me Evorett on a House Show. I enjoyed ripping him apart, but I like a challenge, you know?
{Alexa nods in agreement.}
W.V: Then they throw me David Williams. I really expected more from him but without the other half of Chemical Reaction he’s weak. And finally they place me in the opening match for Superbrawl, a match with no meaning, except to warm up the crowd. It’s time they were taught a lesson along with anyone else who stands in my way.
A.V: You have me now, so no one will stand in our way.
