FDS RP: My Sin, My path, My salvation

[tobeornottobe]

My Sin

My Path

My Salvation

My Last Stand

My Death

A Sinner's Last Sin

I know that sound. The sound of a bell standing tall in a church tower. Chiming? No... Roaring. Trying to be more powerful than the thunder booming in the black sky. Tears drop from the sky on my black hair. My black coat, my leather pants boots and all over my dark alley that I have walked down my whole life.

Are these just regular raindrops or are they really tears from god? Why is the lord crying? Is his sorrow directed at me? Is it directed for me? The lord works in mysterious ways.

As I question my thoughts in my head, a cold wind comes and swoops me into the air. Then it stops and drops me right down a big black hole. This was my payoff for my sin. Falling into a black hole of nothing.

I look up and I see a white ceiling. A very unfamiliar sight.
Lights shining on me as if I were in a hospital. I then sit up from the bed and I look around between the curtains around my bed.
Machines everywhere. Men and women wearing scrubs and long white coats walk around.
People being pushed in wheel chairs.
This was a hospital.
I look down at my left arm and I see a clippy thingy on my middle finger.
I also see a needle sticking out of my forearm.
I reach over with my right hand and pull out the needle.
I then unclasp the clip from my finger.
I get up out of the bed and I rush past the curtain.
I ran out of that hospital.
I didn't know where I was going. All I remember was...
Stepping out of the hospital and into the parking lot.
I saw some man going into his car. I ran to that car.
I opened the door, pulled him out and stole the car.

I drove down the closest highway. I just then realized what I had done. I ran out of a hospital in a gown and I stole a 1986 Wonder wagon. I was driving and all of a sudden... I began seeing double. I was dizzy at the wheel. I looked out the driver's window and saw... Men in rabbit costumes. I didn't know what was going on. I wasn't intoxicated. It had to be something else. This had to be something that god was telling me. This had to be the payoff for the path I chose to run down my whole life and now, I slowly fall asleep at the wheel.


Next thing I know, there was a loud crash that I heard. I looked up from the steering wheel and saw a busted up windshield, a big tree and blood everywhere. I opened the driver's door and stumbled out of the car. I felt something trickling down my head. I then poked my head into the car again and looked in the rear view mirror and I saw a huge gash on my forehead by my hair line. I stumbled around for a minute.


Then I dropped on the cold grass. I didn't know where I was. But I wasn't thinking clear. I heard police sirens and I immediately got up and ran into the Forrest. Dizzy as hell and bleeding from my head. I then thought about my retirement. From professional wrestling. I stopped and stood around and thought. This would be the mutilation that one Obo would want to do to me. He would want me to bleed profusely from the head. He would want to inflict so much pain on me that I would be dizzy. He would want me to walk out of our match at my final Felo de Se as if I had just walked out of a car accident.

I then saw light from a distance. That light grew and it overcame me. My wounds had been healed and for the first time in my life... I felt... Happy. This had to be salvation.


All of a sudden, I felt a smack on my face followed by a "Wake up bunghole, your match is next!" I opened my eyes and I saw my boss, CBT over me. "Stop with the drugs and get your ass out there, beaner!" I asked him what had happened and he just said that I passed out on the locker room bench. I then sat up and saw every member of the WFWF locker room with the exception of Obo stand up in front of me. They all opened their arms and accepted me. Yukio Blaze, Thunder, Kurt Burton, Reverend Shadow, Johnny Michaels, ZMaster and everybody else were standing there wishing me good luck in my retirement match. I was overwhelmed with glee. CBT reached through the crowed and pulled me by my ear toward the curtain and said that Obo was already out there. It was now time for my last stand. I opened the curtain and saw that same light that I saw in the forest. My music hit and I heard the fans cheer. I walked through the curtain with tears in my eyes and knew that tonight, would be the best damn night of my career.


FIN

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Well. Tonight makes it official. I am officially retiring from efedding. About a year and a half ago I started out, and here it is. The final rp you will all see from me. I will be stopping by the boards every now and then though. Thanks for the memories everybody.

[sonstuds]

Pretty good. Sans dull description at points and a bad choice of words (calling something a "clippy thing" in the description can really ruin the mood), but pretty neat. It's a shame to see you leave. From the (albeit) two roleplays I've read from you I was a fan and thought you had a lot of potential *shrugs*.

[tobeornottobe]

sonstuds said:

Pretty good. Sans dull description at points and a bad choice of words (calling something a "clippy thing" in the description can really ruin the mood), but pretty neat. It's a shame to see you leave. From the (albeit) two roleplays I've read from you I was a fan and thought you had a lot of potential *shrugs*.

It's part of the story. He was too drugged up to think up a name for the clip on his finger so he called it a "clippy thingy"

[CBT]

I agree with EBR, if I thought it was anything but what it was, I'd push you to consider a return. But I see you doing good and keeping with the training, so I'm not gonna ride your dick to stay because you have came far in my eyes.
This roleplay is a prime example of what you are. The guy that delivers, not a underdog but not a favorite, just someone consistant who tries to improve. It sucks your leaving but only because I feel if more time was given you'd be in a higher regard. Then again I don't feel bad because you were consistantly good. Not in the, good but not great way, but always trying to build off one thing.
I really can't complain, I think it's funny how irony plays around with us.
Whether it be you and Blaze being two great roleplayers just on the verge of being better, about to feud but instead team to get there first belts, but then look what happens. Or how you were one of the guys to get your first shot with a fresh set of owners, in the main event and then now you are just as much deserving. Except instead of a former champion in a different personality, you're facing a future champion with multiple personalities.

All and all I wish you well man. You went from some Beaner who was good to have around, and turned into... I dunno. You leave me in a awkward position with this. Because I know another year and a half could be an amazing change with you. But we all gotta leave when it feels right, I'm glad at the very least your going out with your head held high and possible to come back, get your ass kicked by CBT, and call it a day.