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Post by The BombTrax on Jun 28, 2016 6:36:56 GMT
One (1) Role Play Max
Final Role Play Deadline: Wednesday July 6th, 2016 @ 10:59 PM CST
Segment Deadline: Tuesday, July 5th, 2016 @ 11:59 PM CST
Tag Match
The Original Carnies versus Jonathan Alexander & Tapioca Joe (w/William Saint)
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Nirvana
PAW Cub
The Midnight King
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Post by Nirvana on Jul 5, 2016 8:19:57 GMT
---BIG ASS HOPE---
I came from nothing. I want you to completely understand this - I was not born rich and I was not privileged to know my family. My cradle was a cardboard box filled with old newspaper. I was born in an alleyway to a prostitute mother in Houston. Looking at it, you'd think I was doomed for failure. There's no way a man born as the lowest form of filth could have ever become something great.
Yet I did. I had a BIG ASS HOPE.
My BIG ASS HOPE was to escape poverty by any means necessary. Luckily for me my body was hardened by those filthy alleyways and the struggles I had there. Fighting became second nature as as I hit adulthood it became quite apparent I was anything but normal. Standing at six foot eight with abs you could grate cheese on, I was born to be an athlete. I was born to hurt other human beings. I could have done anything. Basketball. Football. Baseball. I took the road most wouldn't expect. I went to Mexico, earned a mask and became a wrestler.
To earn this mask I had to train on an old wooden ring that was surrounded by broken beer bottles while a man half my sized yelled at me in Spanish. If I messed up a move I got thrown outside of that ring, onto the glass and I had no choice but to stand up and keep training. Those men didn't care if you were bleeding, concussed or halfway dead. They were going to work me until I was sore, until I was begging for it all to end. Those were the days of paying dues and wrestling in Mexican bars in front of thirty people. It was a different time. Our sport was not regulated like it is today.
I probably still have pieces of glass stuck in my back somewhere.
That BIG ASS HOPE drove me. Eventually I grew to become one of the most prolific and violent men in professional wrestling. After Mexico I traveled the carney circuit around the southern United States. It was me and Boris traveling those dirt roads and making whatever cash we could from the locals. Times were hard. We had to buckle down and struggle to make it back in those days, the bad old days, but we did it because we held onto that BIG ASS HOPE.
And that brings me to my heritage and tenure. Over three decades. Four world championships. About three dozen hardcore championships. Most importantly, two dozen tag team championships. That's right, two dozen tag team championships. Let that sit in your head and sizzle for a few moments. I've had every type of tag team partner you can imagine. I've teamed with Boris the Bear, a Catholic priest, a gambler, a transexual and... a clown. My current PAW tag team partner whom most of you consider an enhancement talent.
You can call him a jobber but I see something else in him, something greater. I see a man who's traveled the same roads as me and struggled just as much as I have. This is why I said yes when he asked to team with me. I knew the risks. I knew the rumors he was laying down for a little extra cash. Indeed, I was warned by every wrestler that had even an ounce of respect for me. I did it anyway because I was dead set on doing what I always do.
Sharing that BIG ASS HOPE.
We lost last week but if my struggles have taught me anything it's that you can't give up after one loss. You have to keep moving forward and keep fighting. That's exactly what we're going to do - keep moving forward. This week we have a chance to prove that we're more than just an old man and a jobber. We have the chance to begin a journey that leads us to the PAW Tag Team Championships. I can see that gold hanging high in the sky and lemme tell you, I want it. More than anything else, I want to hold those belts with my partner and be recognized as the best tag team in PAW.
Jonathan Alexander and Tapioca Joe are going to find themselves going up against a team of true carneys deadset on taking those belts by force. This isn't Boardwalk Wrestling and this damn sure isn't Fight One. This is PAW. We aren't superstars or fighters. We aren't even truly wrestlers. We're violent, blood soaked carneys battling it out to prove that we belong here in Purity. Alexander and Joe? You might think you're something special and that you're going to beat the old man and the clown like an eleven year old beats his meat but you're wrong.
Step into the ring and experience our BIG ASS HOPE.------ The scene opens to a swamp on the outskirts of Purity. Our hero, the man known only as Nirvana, stands within the murky swamp water while a man with dark flesh and facial tattoos watches on. The moonlight glistens upon the water while Nirvana's masked face slowly lowers into the water. The dark skinned man with facial tattoos slowly enters the water at a deliberate pace. The tattooed man has eyes like a tiger that watch our hero, observing him. Once the strange man reaches where Nirvana is standing he places a hand upon the behemoth's head and pushes him further into the murky, thick water.
"I offer this soul to Loa, from who all life came. Out of her womb you came, Papa Nurvy. Now she embraces you. I baptize you in her name so that you can carry her tenets into your every day life. Now, arise Papa Nurvy. Be reborn as a new being, a creature that lives to spread both her love and hate. Arise so that you may sread HER word."
Arise he does. From the water he rises like an ancient creature of days long passed. Filthy water slides down his nude chest and returns to the swamp itself. Papa Nurvy opens his eyes slowly. There has been a change in him. His eyes are glazed over. The wrinkles and scares upon his flesh are on full display as the moonlight shines upon his massive form. The strange, dark skinned man reaches into a leather pouch around his neck and produces a strange red fruit. His hands, with their long black nails, split the fruit in half. A finger pushes into the heart of the fruit. Then, the apparent voodoo priest uses the red juices of the fruit to mark Nirvana's forehead with an x.
"Reborn you are, Papa Nurvy. HER strength will be yours. You shall not die. You shall not suffer. As the Midnight King you will grow even more legendary. From now and for all eternity you shall serve HER."
Nirvana looks into the sky, past the twisted trees the litter the swamps of Purity, Louisiana. His eyes fix themselves upon the moon. As if in a trance, Papa Nurvy begins to move towards the edge of the pond. The voodoo priest follows, cackling like a madman.
"Aye, Papa Nurvy. She leads you, does she not? Does she lead you back to the Carnival, where you will make men suffer? Make them suffer in Loa's name. Offer their blood to her and she will strengthen you. Ever drop pushes you closer to your goal. Believe in her, offer the blood and she will not fail you. As you have made men embrace Nirvana, now make them embrace Loa."
Nirvana's feet touch the muddy ground surrounding the murky water. The sloshing sound of his feet hitting muddy ground pauses for a moment. The behemoth turns to the voodoo priest and nods. Nirvana knows this is only the beginning. His pain has finally ceased. The physical suffering, no more thanks to the power of the goddess Loa. Thankful, and yet still in a trance, Nirvana simply nods.
Indeed, he will show them the path to enlightenment.
He will show them how to embrace Loa. Nirvana marches towards the edge of the swamp with the priest in tow. His eyes are focused on a light in the distance, the light that shines so brightly across the midway. You can see the carnival from miles away. He knows his mission, to make them suffer in her name. To show them his strength and grow ever stronger as more blood is split in HER name. With heavy footsteps Papa Nurvy begins the long march back to where he will wrestle this week. He breaths in the dirty air of the swamp.
Such murky, disgusting air would usually make our hero vomit but there has been a change within him. Now he fights for power, the power only a goddess can bestow upon a true believer.
------ Show them my strength. This is what I intend to do. I will offer you blood to the powers above and below. From Hades to Heaven, they will hear your screams. They will know that you are suffering in ways most men will never know. Rip at the flesh so that the blood can flow. Tear away your face so that we can see the soul within.
And then burn away the soul and send you back home, lost and confused.
You will Embrace Nirvana. |
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