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Post by The BombTrax on Aug 5, 2016 5:05:53 GMT
One (1) Role Play Max
Final Role Play Deadline: Wednesday August 17th, 2016 @ 10:59 PM CST
Segment Deadline: Tuesday, August 16th, 2016 @ 11:59 PM CST
{Grudge Match}
Singles No Disqualification Match
Jack Nomad versus The Shadow
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The Hard Core Society
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Equal Opportunity Hatred is so much easier than focused racial bullshit.
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Post by The Hard Core Society on Aug 5, 2016 9:10:04 GMT
When the camera started rolling, it wasn't a shithole of an apartment that I chose to shoot from. Fuck that, no, this bitch wants a fantasy? Let's give him a fucking fantasy to remember. Here I am in a tin shack 'palace' made from random scrap and junk just lying around, the throne before me the nicest thing in the whole fucking room. It's amazing what you'll find at a thrift store, in this case a carved oak throne with some royal crest on it and red velvet cushions. My outfit is piecemeal, a long purple coat and gloves with a bright red fake flower in the lapel, and a purple, orange, and white suit underneath. Top it off with some black and white spats. To complete the look, I painted my face as if I were Heath Ledger's take on the joker. I had the hairline, so why the fuck not? The smile on my face was painted, my lips parted as I step onto the frame whistling the Joker's theme.
A dark chuckle passes my red painted lips as I ease down on that oh so comfortable cushion. Let this sink in for a moment motherfuckers. I don't do this often, but for the sake of a point, I'll play a little game of dress up.
"And here we are with a Bad Moon Risin' and finally... FINALLY, there's no more running. No more hiding from this bastard, Shadow boy. You've played the game and while you were always just barely a step ahead of me, I have ever been nipping right at your fucking heels."
Reaching behind the seat I pull out a bottle of red wine and a glass. Yeah, we're gettin' fancy as a motherfuck up in here. I twist and pop the cork with my teeth and pour a little in the glass. After giving the wine a swirl and sniffing it, I toss the glass over my shoulder. Fuck the glass, I'll take the bottle and take it I do with a good long swallow of cheap as fuck flavored alcohol.
"You see, for you, I will be this great Darkness... the bastion of evil because the only thing you understand is fantasy, Shadow. You put on your little Cosplay outfit, pretend your a cross between Green Arrow and Batman. You're a creature of the night, out to punish the wicked and the sad thing is, I'm not wicked. I'm not evil. It's your perception that paints me as the bane of all that is holy and righteous in your world. I am a Heretic, blaspheming against your world view and we simply can't fucking have that now can we?"
Another swig of the cheap wine. I'm not even sure of the brand, as I grabbed the first thing I saw at the liquor store. Oh fucking well, fermented grape juice is still fermented grape juice no matter what bottle it's packed in.
"Yet in this endeavor of yours, you failed to realize one thing. You are a shadow. You exist only in the light, but in the darkness, you are nothing and I am an eclipse motherfucker, blocking out all light. When I hit that ring, Shadow, you cease to exist. That is why you play your games. That is why you run from me. THAT... is why you fail because I'm a layer of black that you never prepared for, pitch black darkness that will engulf and consume your very being. How fucking sad it is that you could have fucked with anyone in my Personal Amusement Wrestling. Redrum, Fuck Knux while he was here, Double FC and his Mimes, whatever the fuck... I'd have let you play games all you wanted with other people, but you just had to come to me with your bullshit.."
I guzzle the last of the wine and chuck the bottle violently to the left, letting it crash upon the hard concrete floor.
"I'll play the badguy just this once and ease you out of your fantasy world into a violent reality that you are ill equipped to handle. All your gadgets and toys will buy you time, but they will not save you, Shadow. I'm going to spend my every waking moment of our match together making you regret the day your mother didn't fucking swallow you like the good little two dollar whore on a street corner that she was. She had to get fucked without a condom just one time by some random cocksucker on the street to produce you."
Sighing, I give a sad shake of my head. Right or wrong, I didn't give a fuck anymore. Shadow has had this coming a long fucking time and really, the words aren't even that important.
"August 18th, at the Pure Arena, A Bad Moon is Rising, but when Jack Nomad steps into that ring, the Shadow will cease to be as the Darkness overwhelms and consumes him mind, body, and soul. Pray for the Villain when your hero lets you down..."
Rising from my thrown, I start to whistle that Joker's theme once more and head off frame. I wasn't going to waste any further time elaborating on this fuck stick. His time has come and words? Who needs fucking words at this point?
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