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Post by Jay on May 9, 2006 3:37:10 GMT -5
Deadlines:Pacific: Sunday - 10 P.M. Mountain: Sunday - 11 P.M. Central: Sunday/Monday - Midnight Eastern: Monday 1 A.M. U.K.: Monday 6 A.M.RolePlay Limit: 6 RPsRPs Must be 4 Hrs Apart on DL Day
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Post by Kris Jaxson on May 14, 2006 0:59:17 GMT -5
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Post by jordanrage on May 14, 2006 12:13:36 GMT -5
RP TITLE: A Leap deep inside the mind of Jordan Rage.
A leap deep inside of the mind of Jordan Rage? Who in the right mind would want that? I guess the EWE fans is the what and the who that would want that. If you haven't heard about me you soon will, with an impressive victory over Krix Jaxson, and another...Lesser impressive victory over Ciaran Michaels...Two EWE greats. You could say I came out swinging...A one hit wonder? Some may think so...I've been called that all my life...Over rated in whatever I did, someone was always trying to pull me down. Hell I'd say when I was born...The doctor said..."I've seen bigger...." Or "I've seen better" That's just the way it's been with me...A one hit wonder. Hell, I was probably the best baseball player in the school, quick as lightning, and I could knock it out of the park agaisnt most of the Varsity pitchers in highschool, but did I get picked first in pickup games? No...I didn't have the best cleats, or the best gloves...I didn't "look" like a baseball player...
I grew up, a poor white kid with nothing but dreams in my head. When I was smaller I dreamed of being the one everyone looked up to, hell I wanted to be prom king..I wanted to be homecoming king...Did I ever get that chance? No because I was the outcast in Highschool. Was I a stoner? No...I never did a drug in my life. Have I drank? Of course...But I never was supposed to be the outcast. I had bad parents...Mom's a pill whore, doing anything for drugs, dad's always on the road doing...God knows what...But I was always happy with myself up until I was 10, because I didn't wear the nice clothes...I wasn't popular...Nobody wanted to hear my jokes. So I said the HELL with it...I said I would just leave everyone the hell alone and stop being the class clown...It didn't get me attention...All it got me was no friends, but I finished out Highschool with the top grades and even went to a small college.
I had always loved wrestling, in fact, there was a time when my family had no televison so I would walk at least two or three miles at the most to go and watch some random persons t.v through the window, because who would want to house a mad man like myself right? So I would find a televison wrestling was on in the next neighborhood, and I always did, I always kept up. It amazed me how these men could just punish their bodies, and make money doing it. I remebered how much I could really get into it...I remember practicing the moves on anything soft spot I could find...The couch...The bed...The grass. It didn't really matter. I kept wrestling in the back of my mind until after college...I always knew to keep my head in education, just in case...So I would have somthing to fall back on at least...After college and getting a degree in some random things, I finally joined a wrestling school...How long did I last...Two days and I was cut...But there was one man who liked my talents and he was a backyard wrestling manager. I wrestled with him for over four years, and then I went back to the wrestling school and nailed it, and got a shot into the HGPW...
I didn't stay there long, long enough to work my way up the ladder of sucess, and then I feuded with the champion there for about four of five months until finally I won it, and when I did the EWE was all over me...That's how fast I went to the top... Now I have the chance to climb the mountain one more step, I have the chance to represent the EWE as one of their best...To sell money...To put ass in the seats in the arena...But I will have to earn it. First off I will have to go agaisnt a man known as the Untouchable...Kris Jaxson...Or Unwatchable, either one. But I can promise you...Kris will not be the champion walking out of Aftermath...Kris Jaxson doesn't have the guts, the glory...Or the brains for that matter. Sure he beat Snake, but in a complete fluke. Kris doesn't stand a chance in this match, and after being in the ring with him, I can honestly say he doesn't have what it takes to win this. Kris might as well drop off the face of the earth for a week. In my second match I beat Kris and I beat him easily. Kris needs to give it up, he will never be better than me...He will never be a champion in my eyes, stick to being a champion to your mom.
Now Snake on the other hand. I can't say I know how he works in the ring. Although I have watched Snake, and Snake has more talent in his drinking hand than Kris has in his whole body. Snake is a cool guy...Snake is a true champion, but does that mean I'm going to take it easy...Snake is a former champion, if I was watching right he has beat the best EWE has to offer, and he has beat them more than once. I'm not going to take it easy on Snake. Will I be satisfied if I give Snake the match of his life. A little, but I will still be thristy...I will still hunger for that title, and if you look in these solid eyes you can see it.
But will it matter if I win this title? To me it will, Kris Jaxson is a good talker, and he's the type thats going to fire back with words like these, but he can talk, because I beat him on his best day and he knows it. Keep crying KJ because you aren't winning this one either. The only person it will matter too if I win is me... Because there will always be a rain on my parade...There will always be that storm on a sunny day, but when I start going, when I start raining down on you..It's going to be a storm....And you will...
FEEL MY RAGE...
FADE IN.
As we fade in we see that Jordan Rage is sitting around a poker table with what seems to like a few of his friends, avarage joes, with beers on the table infront of all men, Jordan even has a few stacked up. They seem to be playing Texas Holdem, the leader of the table has a stack of ones and fives so far high infront of him, Jordan looks to be second, and the other men doesn't have much, but they are all laughing and having a good time. Jordan folds the hand he has and they all laugh as the guy on the left in a red shirt wins the pot of 50 with a pair of duces. The man who is leading smiles at Jordan and lights up a cigar. This is Jordans childhood friend Joe. Joe Hilton. Joe tosses another beer at Jordan and he catches it.
Joe Hilton: So Jordan, you haven't told us why you've decided to come home this weekend. I mean one time you just up and disappear when we had ball planned that night, and tonight you just come back, and I know you've been in EWE, but why come home one night to play poker with us? Movie star..
Jordan just laughs as they deal out another hand and he lifts just the two edges up to look at the cards, Ace King unsuited. He nods and calls the dollar bet and then looks over at Joe.
Jordan Rage: I came back for a few reasons, for one...Life in the EWE is very hectic, I don't have many friends backstage so I can't play cards like this, and trust me working out so much until you puke gets old every night so I thought I'd take a break, and I'm here experimenting.
As Joe folds, and the flop is dealt we see that Jordan now has a pair of Kings, he deals another dollar from his stack and looks at Joe who is blowing smoke and looking oddly at him.
Joe Hilton: An experiment Jordan? What would that be? How fast you could lose your money? Or wait how long will it take me to win this whole pot? And put you guys up. Or how fast you can get drunk and lose?
They all have a good laugh as Jordan wins the hand, he can easily tell when the guys are bluffing and when they are not, this is a part of his plan.
Jordan Rage: Well, the experiment is simple...I'm trying to learn how to read people better, you know how they are going to act judging by simple actions and eye contact, if I get in that match Sunday, and heres Kris wanting to double team Snake, and I go for it without looking for the hit, then I will be out of this match in no time, and actually, I'm getting pretty good at this.
He smiles and nods to the money infront of him and everyone laughs as he flips another five into the pile, pocket aces this time. Joe takes a puff of his cigar.
Joe Hilton: They must really like you if they are already giving you title shots. I mean come on isn't it hard to get a title shot? A little?
Jordan just shurgs it off and takes another chug of the beer infront of him, he then crushes the can and reaches for another.
Jordan Rage: I guess you could say that, I mean they basicly gave it to me, I'm supposed to be the next big thing there, and I guess I will be if I win the title, I don't think anyone has won a title in this amount of time before, but I could be wrong. I bet no body has won it as impressive as I'm going to win it though, you can bank on that..
Joe laughs and the rest of the boys take a break as someone puts a pizza on the table, Jordan reaches for a peice.
Joe Hilton: Jordan, I know how it is. I know who you are and you're going to kill those guys without a problem. Use that damn kendo stick on them, you were always good at that, even when we were kids with hickory sticks.
Jordan shurgs and laughs as he picks some of the olives off the pizza and then takes a huge bite out of it.
Jordan Rage: Oh yeah, if Kris starts trying to act all big and bad, you better think again if you think I'm not going to blast him with it. I mean, what ref is going to DQ me.
A friend walks over and turns on the televison as they all get back to playing but they are watching the local stations and we see that Kris Jaxson is on and he is playing dress up with his friends, and it seems to be rather funny to Jordan. Joe looks at him oddly.
Joe Hilton: Doesn't that make you mad at all that they just made fun of you for your catch phrase? Come on bro, we will go right now and they will pay for that shit.
Jordan just shakes his head and places a hand on Joes shoulder from across the table and then stands up to stretch his legs.
Jordan Rage: I'm not worried about it, he's going to be beaten by me so does it really matter? I mean at least I'm good enough to have a catch phrase. And, I have to mention this...I don't have a SLUT of a girlfriend either...But hey guys thanks for the help but I gotta' run, I need to start training for this match I have coming up.
He slides the money down into his pocket.
Joe Hilton: You gonna' come back right?
Jordan nods and bids his friends a last goodbye and heads out the door with hopes of International titles in his head.[/i]
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Post by Kris Jaxson on May 14, 2006 16:31:11 GMT -5
Rp #2. If you have trouble following it, then here is the key. Blue, italic text is KJ thinking. Everything else should be pretty easy to understand. This rp makes fun of Jordan's 1st rp, so I'm not jacking his idea. Thoughts
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