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Post by Jay on Jul 17, 2005 11:37:35 GMT -5
Deadlines:Pacific: Saturday - 10 P.M. Mountain: Saturday - 11 P.M. Central: Saturday/Sunday Morning - Midnight Eastern: Sunday 1 A.M. U.K.: Sunday 6 A.M.RolePlay Limit: 6 RPs
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Post by Kris Jaxson on Jul 28, 2005 20:44:44 GMT -5
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Post by edge on Jul 29, 2005 0:58:18 GMT -5
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Post by edge on Jul 30, 2005 3:11:34 GMT -5
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Post by geidon on Jul 30, 2005 19:32:25 GMT -5
Backstage, we find ourselves looking at Paul who paces back and forth inside his locker room. Obviously, he is nervous about something but we are not sure what it is yet. He stops, as someone knocks on the door and quickly he opens the door to reveal Geidon standing there in all his glory.
Paul: "Where the hell have you been?"
Geidon walks into Paul's locker room and sits on the couch near the door. As Paul stands there and then walks to the center of the room and looks at Geidon.
Geidon: "Whats got you panties in wod no sex at home..wait don't answer that i don't even wanna know whats wrong. Im here though aren't i so im all business even though i don't see why were being put in this match i mean don't they know who i am im Geidon i bet after this there going to regret putting me in this match because no one that night will remember what went on after this we are going to steal the show. Who am i facing anyways?"
Paul stares at him, somewhat confused.
Geidon: "You are facing some poser and some guy. Kris Jakson. Mister Kid Fresh. Mister 'I support the troops Dawg'. Mister 'I just got my ass beat'! I don't understand his 5th grade remarks. I need to take a shower? I know he could be more original than that. He is a joke, a jobber."
Geidon: " Now now calm down don't wanna have a heart attack do we but he is sort of funny how a no name loser like Kris gets into the world title hunt, Its like the universe is outta wack when guys like Edge are picked over you and i. I guess thats just the myesterys of the world i dont care the guy won't even make it through the first round hell he'll be lucky to even make it to the event. I'm sick of his yea im gangster act its old and played out get a new job please stop tourching the poor fans with all of your wannabe black shit your giving white people a bad name."
Geidon: " I agree with what i said come revolution i'm going to take chris and make him my bitch and this is a warning to all the boys in the back its time for a reseruction in EWE and im going to lead it so take that."
The scene close's with the both Paul and Geidon sitting his Paul's locker room.
Authors Note: I aint slept so this mite not make sense.
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Post by Kris Jaxson on Jul 30, 2005 21:18:03 GMT -5
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Post by geidon on Jul 30, 2005 22:44:11 GMT -5
ALL OF THESE ROLEPLAYS WERE WRITTEN BEFORE ANYONE STARTED ROLEPLAYING IM BUSY TRANFERING MY OLD PC STUFF ONTO THIS ONE SO THESE ARE GOING TO BE QUICK.
Scene Open
Geidon: "Fuckers talking about how I can’t wrestle yet they put over men like fucking Edge And Kris Jaxson?! Son of a bitch!"
He tilted his head back, letting out an aggravated groan as his hand gripped tightly at the magazine. It was apparent that his disdain of the afore mentioned superstars was on display early in this morning. None of us knew if it was the fact that it was early in the morning or if he went to sleep in a bad mood. Slowly, Geidon looked back at the camera, a forced smirk on his face as he begins speaking.
Geidon: "Even though I’ve only been in the EWE for a few weeks now, I’m beginning to realize that if you have actual talent, people won’t look at you. You have to have some sort of gimmick, I.E. a face paint and/or a mask, to get people’s attention. I signed with this company because I wanted to silence people who thought that they were at the top of the mountain. People who want the constant hand out from management because they think that because of the minimal success that they had in past companies earns them the right to a World Championship. And you wonder why people don’t respect the prestige that follows a championship like the Undisputed Heavyweight Championship."
Reaching over, Geidon grabbed the glass of orange juice and took a big sip, tilting his head back slightly. He looked at the glass while licking his lips, biting down on his bottom lip slightly.
Geidon: "Hmm… (In a whisper) They’d make this juice much better if they took the pulp out of it. Sick bastards. (In his normal voice) Anyway…this week, I’m slatted to face a guy who was big during the times of WWE and AWO. You mentioning every single person you’ve faced is like me mentioning every girl that I’ve banged across the United States. The only difference there is that my list is much more interesting than your list."
Geidon lifted the magazine up, opening it as we got the first look at the front cover of the magazine. From what we could see, the front cover had an action shot of Geidon with the large caption in yellow letters "GEIDON; OVERRATED". Of course this was something that was going to piss of "The Franchise".
Geidon: "For those who call themselves fans of Geidon – even though it’s the vast minority of you – I’ve got just one thing to say: Geidon is nothing but a walking time bomb, waiting to explode whenever he gets the chance. Words as written by Lee Steinberg of the Pro Wrestling Inc. magazine. You see, I know that there are people out there who don’t believe the hype. People who feel as if Geidon is nothing but a mere flash in the pan wrestler who got a little fame on a calm February night in Stanford, California. And for those of you who feel this way and believe that it’s true, I’ve got something to say to you. You’re all stuck on watching men in the twilight of their careers, watching them fail at every attempt of glory they try to obtain. And yet, when someone with the athletic ability and talent like me steps forward and to say that all the legends will be forgot, you all want to say that I need to shut up. Someone once told me that opinions are like dollars; everyone has them but only the rich have the better opinions. Meaning that what I say trumps out anything that some 41-year-old virgin who lives in his mother’s basement says. Yes, I think highly of myself but when you’re as great as I am, you can say and do whatever you want."
He smirked that cocky, self-centered smirk that he was frequently known for around the wrestling world. Continuing to flip through the pages, Geidon’s eyes narrow slightly as he stares at a picture in the magazine that gets to him. He turns the magazine around so that he could show us exactly what was on it; a picture of him laid out after his loss at The Ides of March back in March of this year.
Geidon: "People have said that I wasn’t ready for the spotlight that was thrust upon me so quickly. They’ve said that I’m not the man that I claim that I am. Let me set all of you straight: Whenever I step into that ring, I command the attention of everyone in the arena. I bring an aura to a match that hasn’t been seen in decades, a personality that gets people on the edge of their seats and you people have the nerve to call me a…wasted talent? You lambaste me for not putting my all into my career yet you make Gods out of people like Edge And Kris , both men who I can completely dismantle within minutes of each other."
Tossing the magazine on the bed, Geidon grits his teeth slightly while rubbing his hands together, prolonging his pause. So many things he wanted to say and yet, there was so little time for him to say them.
Geidon: "Now, Neffy – from now on, that’s what I’ll be calling Kris – I seen that little display of cheapness that you called a promo and I must say…I was a little sickened by it. I mean, if that was I, I’d take little miss Summer Cassidy and bang her through the floor but you…all you did was stare at her ass. Which has led me to believe that you…aren’t right in the head, my friend. Come to think of it, you never were right in the head, boy. I mean, you hang around with a guy who wears a white shirt and he calls himself ‘Kris’. What in the hell are both of you thinking?! You know what? I’ll be the one to put you out of your misery, the one to show you the error of your ways. And it shall start this Sunday at reserection. It doesn’t matter if you’re a champion or whatever the hell it is, just remember one thing…you’ll be taken out by me. And it’s as simple as that."
Suddenly, the sound of the bathroom door opening stops Geidon from speaking and a smirk slowly appears on his face. Quickly, he places the tray on the floor and dust off the bed as a dark-haired female slips into the shot, crawling onto the bed. She wasn’t naked but she was fairly close wearing a light pink bra and thong set that would be sure to get any red-blooded male’s blood pressure to rise. Winking slightly, Geidon looks at the camera as the woman wraps her arm around his waist, kissing at his neck rather softly.
Geidon: "And much like that faggo from American Idol says…Geidon; out."
He flashes a quick peace sign to the camera before his hand meets with the other at the female’s back, unclasping her bra effortlessly. Fearing that a lawsuit from the FCC would be coming, the camera man quickly fades to black, starting the commercial break.
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Post by geidon on Jul 30, 2005 23:06:10 GMT -5
Roleplay Three Sorry But theres still one last one to go if i can get it decoded before the deadline im hoping i can because its so much more better then these last three. Thanks.
The Scene Opens With Geidon talking.
Geidon: “It’s been far..far too long my friends since you’ve seen this perfect thing of nature on your television screams. And luckily, it’s not a moment too soon. You see, while I was sitting back home in Dallas..and now New York, I’ve been watching each and every person in this business try to stake his or her claim as the ‘top dog of professional wrestling’. And to be honest with you all, it’s been pissing me off. You’ve got people, men and women who think that just because they have a crowd pleasing finishing move and a note-worthy catchphrase that they mean something. That think that they are entitled to whatever the hell they want. What they don’t realize is that they are way off of the mark.”
Taking a brief pause, Geidon looks to his left to try and recollect his thoughts to prevent him from jumping all over the place. He looks forward again and speaks, his trademarked smirk not on his face anymore.
Another pause was taken, literally leaving the entire home viewing audience on their seats as they wondered exactly what he was going to say.
Geidon: “You’ve got has-beens..men who have gone past their prime and yet they want to still hold onto whatever little shred of talent they have. I don’t get it. I really don’t get it. If your career, much less your life, is coming to a close, why would you want to do something that will damn near put you in a hospital bed? Edge And Kris, I’m talking to both of you. The both of you are in the twilight of your careers, yet you want to still play this unbeatable game. It’s unthinkable, unheard of that men of your stature want to tarnish your legacies by getting defeated by people the likes of Edge And Kris. Don’t you get it? Don’t you understand? What the two of you have done for the sport of wrestling is in the past. What I am going to do will out-reach anything you two have done. People are going to remember the name of Geidon.
It almost seemed like controversy was going to fill the air rather quickly due to Geidon’s comments. He never was one to be politically correct when he spoke openly about his peers and this time wasn’t any different.
Geidon: “Speaking of men like Edge..this company is filled with them; talent less, no good, wastes of space. Do you people realize that Edge went 0-3 in all of his matches during his stint in AWO? Yet everyone praises him as if he was the second coming. Wes, you need to learn something, boy. And that something is that in this company, there is only one Holy Grail. There is one person that can truly be the only AWO and that is me, Edge. I am the one and only person that will have a severe impact on the entire roster of EWE. In fact, I know that Edfe himself knows that Geidon is the greatest pure athlete in wrestling since the likes of Shawn Michaels and Bret Hart. But, you don’t have to believe me, guys. Within time, you all will realize that your attempts at greatness..will be for nothing.”
That trademarked smirk of Geidon’s slowly crept back onto his face as he stared forward into the camera. He crossed his arms along his chest, tilting his head a bit as he began speaking once more.
Geidon: “The out-pouring of new talent has also bugged me to the fullest. People like Assaain And Others like dan and others and every one of them know exactly nothing about this business. They all suffer from the same syndrome that all newcomers suffer from; rapid ego growth. They’ve got men, women and children feeding them bullshit left and right, filling their heads will false truths that they tend to believe. As of right now, they are at the bottom of the totem pole but they think that they are at the top. ‘The Top Gun’ or ‘The King of the Mountain’. Heh, how delusional can each of you be? The chance of you guys making a name for yourselves is like me admitting that I would hang myself in public if I don’t get anything to go my way. Let me put it into words that all of you can understand; I am better..you guys suck.”
A small laugh escapes Geidon’s lips as he brings his arms down from his chest. The collective emotions of the EWE faithful have all risen to the fiery red shade with Geidon’s comments.
Geidon: “By far..there is only one person in a entire company that can say that they might have an edge over me. And that person is Scott Rock. Him and I are a lot alike in many different ways. In the future, we’ll both transcend the sport of wrestling. Of the mountain. because you were trained and mentored by Assassin doesn’t mean a Goddamn thing. If you and I get into the ring, one on one, no outside interference, I’ll be sure to rip your ass apart. That way neither you, Edge, or that new little gutter slut Kris Jaxson will be able to salvage anything that you want to accomplish. And why do I think this? It’s quite simple. I’m The Franchise of Professional Wrestling..and there is not a damn thing that any of you can do about it.”
The Scene ends as we leave Geidons home.
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Post by Kris Jaxson on Jul 30, 2005 23:36:40 GMT -5
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Post by geidon on Jul 30, 2005 23:42:21 GMT -5
Nice roleplay find me on msn @ human_cancer@hotmail.com NO ONE ELSE ADD ME FOR ANYTHING
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Post by Kris Jaxson on Jul 30, 2005 23:46:08 GMT -5
you dont happen to have anything else Geidon do ya? I dont have MSN...just aim and yahoo.
another rp for Geidon and he'll get the win. dammit, wish we could have started posting before deadline.
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Post by geidon on Jul 30, 2005 23:57:01 GMT -5
The Scene opens in the arena with Geidon dressed in his old ring attire with his kilt and Fate smered on his chest and his hair cut short.
Geidon‘s Personailty: “I sat back and waited. I waited for the proper time for me to come back to wrestling and I chose this time and this federation to do it in. And do you know why? It’s quite simple actually. It’s called opportunity. You see, I have the opportunity to continue the warpath that I was one back in AWO. The reason why I couldn’t do it there was simply because the ownership had a complete strangle hold over each and every one of my actions. But now, I follow the beat of my own drum. There aren’t many people out there like me. Which is why I have dubbed myself ‘The Last of the Murder’, for I am the last of a dying breed, ladies and gentlemen. While all of the legends of wrestling are currently losing all of their luster, I’m coming back into form.”
It was a form of the truth. Most of the men that Geidon had faced just two years ago were either retired, on their way to retirement, going through a laundry list of injuries, or were on a serious decline in physical abilities.
Geidons Personailty: “Edge And Kris…Two men that im set to go against. So, you’re undefeated Stryker. I get that but whom have you faced? Who’s been out there for you to take out? No one. There wasn’t a damn soul out there, who had made a name for himself, so what did you do? You snuck up and stole the spotlight from deserving men who need more recognition than you. And now, you’ve got a chip on your weak shoulder. You’re in for a rude awakening, boy. There’s a reason why you have never heard of the legend of Geidon. It’s because people were afraid that it would damage your career.”
He took a pause, looking towards the side as he broke off his almost hypnotic eye contact with the empty ring. In traditional Geidon fashion, Geidon had the fans within the palm of his hand, eating up every word that came out of his mouth.
Geidons Personailty: “There have been countless times where I have been labeled as a coward and a no-show by my opponents. That was a classic rookie mistake, young Jaxson. You see, I’m not showing up and doing the practical thing because I’m not like you. I don’t conform to the pressures of conventional thinking. You on the other hand are an exceptionally vapid soul who doesn’t know what’s good for him. All of your riches, all of your maids and servants can’t buy you any amount of success. It only makes you a weak piece of shit that can’t stand up for himself at a moment’s notice. But you won’t listen to a man who knows more than you do. You won’t listen to anyone Kris, you think that you hold every answer to every question in the world. Don’t get ahead of yourself, youngster. Because as I see it, you’re nothing but a weak, feeble 3rd World nation that cannot stand alone. So, what do you do? You try to latch onto the success of some other person…until you get taken down by the mother ship. And inside of that mother ship is a man, a tactical dictator who can and will dissect every facet of your life. Edge, that dictator is me. You’ve stepped into the catacombs of death and now you must accept your fate.” The rather analytical Edge stood up, the microphone still in his hand as he made his way over to the stairway that lead the section he was in to the rest of the arena.
Geidons Personailty: “Common knowledge tells you that there is a God…that there is a heaven and a hell. But they don’t realize that heaven and hell are connected to the same point in time. It’s all the same location if you think about it. The pathway to hell can also lead you to the pathway to heaven. Pagans know this fact because they don’t believe in the almighty ‘God’, as he is called by many of you. Much like the Easter Bunny, Santa Clause and The Tooth Fairy, God doesn’t exist and if he did…He’d kill each and every one of you. He’d make an example out of all of you, including you, Kris! And that’s what I plan on doing to you. I plan on making an example out of you. (He starts walking down the stairway slowly, getting to the section filled by fans) I plan on showing to the world that your entire existence is a false form of advertisement. And do you want to know why I am going to be able to do this, Edge? It’s because I am the human version of the atomic bomb; the genocidal conclusion to Vietnam; I bask in your failure and destroy your success. I am...your ultimate ending.”
The Scene ends with Geidon’s personality that took over taking him out of the arena out back as the scene fades
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Post by Kris Jaxson on Jul 30, 2005 23:58:00 GMT -5
That seals the deal man. Congrats.
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