Alex Stone vs. The Assassin

[BJ Tomczik]

Deadlines:

Pacific: Sunday 19thth - 10 P.M.
Mountain: Sunday 19th - 11 P.M.
Central: Sunday 19th /Monday 20th - Midnight
Eastern: Monday 20th - 1 A.M.
U.K.: Monday 20th - 6 A.M.

RolePlay Limit: 4 RPs

RPs Must be 4 Hrs Apart on DL Day

[Slade "Main Man" Craven]

History 101

Good luck Stone

[Brad]

"Well Mr. Stone," comes a low, rough voice as a pause is taken in order to deliver a dark, evil laugh, "it appears as though I am the real timekeeper around here, and as for your hour glass of luck, well, it just ran out."

From out of the shadows steps a man who looks very much like Alex Stone's opponent for EWE Final Cut this coming Sunday night, The Assassin. With his bald head and a spine chilling grin on his face, he slowly walks forward into the light, revealing a long black cloak which drapes down to the ground covering his entire body. As he moves across the room, he reaches out to a table which is covered with darkness, as only the centre of the room and another table on the other side of the room is lit by the force of a small candle. A lamp switches on a second before this cloak wearing man withdraws his hand from the table, and sitting next to the table, bound and gagged to a chair with no shirt and a blood stained face is none other, than Alex Stone.

Alex's familiar blonde hair is non existent as the top of his head has turned red through the blood leaking out of a gash in the top of his head, caused by whatever sick weapon was used to assist in getting Alex into the predicament that he currently finds himself in. Alex can barely keep his eyes open and his head up right, continuously dropping his head and then pulling it back up, trying to convey the message to his kidnapper that he is not afraid. Alex is in no position however, to be able to lie about his state of mind, he is an open book to any kidnapper or terrorist that wants to read him. Alex can do nothing but hope; hope that he will still be alive when this is all over, hope that he doesn't have to take any more punishment on what is turning out to be the worst day in Alex Stone's life.

"Seeing as you've been asleep for the last half an hour, allow me to re-introduce myself," says the kidnapper in a slow, calm, confident manner, talking to Alex as if they were sitting at a dinner table on a night out where they had just met. "I," he continues with a smile before turning around and walking a few steps away from Alex, "am The Hitman, and all the pain that you have experienced in the last hour, was caused by me."

Alex jolts in his seat, knowing that the man responsible for the blood, the pain, and the bounding is standing right in front him. The tape securing his wrists to the arms of the wooden chair have been expertly done, as tight as an Italien waiters pants, and as thick as The Big Show's lunchtime cheeseburger. The sudden movement from Alex didn't budge the tape one bit, with his legs taped to the legs of the chair, he could only barely move his head and chest before being forced to sit back in the chair and try to blank out the pain with the new form of adrenaline racing through his veins like cars at the grand prix. He let out a grunt in frustration, knowing that right now there is nothing that he can do.

"If you behave yourself and don't struggle like you just did, you'll be home in time for tea," ushers The Hitman with the same calm voice and peaceful smile as he slowly walks over to the table on the other side of the room, "however, if you fight, if you try to escape, if you even think that what I am doing to you is wrong or it makes me an asshole, I will inflict enough pain on you that you will be begging for World War Three to begin once and for all, and for the first bomb to be dropped right on your head so that your suffering will end with the luxury of death." The Hitman takes something from the table and holds it in his right hand tightly as he lets out and deep sigh before turning around and looking into the cold, blue eyes of Alex Stone which are staring a hole right through The Hitman.

"Death, is not a luxury that I am offering you today, the only consolidation that I have for you is dropping you off right outside the hospital doors so that you can be marginally ready for your big match on Sunday," says The Hitman as he takes a few small steps towards Alex and continues to clutch tightly onto whatever it is that he has in his right hand.

Alex cannot take his eyes away from The Hitman; hatred consumes him as he fantasizes about what he will do to this man once he manages to break free. The Hitman continues to slowly stalk over to Alex, while he isn’t talking the only thing you can hear is the sound of The Hitman’s shoes clattering against the floor. “Now,” begins The Hitman as he comes within a couple of feet of Alex, “I’m going to read your mind.” In one swift, fast motion, The Hitman drops to his knees and slams his hands down onto Alex’s forearms. He looks Alex square in the eyes as there is barely an inch between their noses as Alex jumps up in his seat as best he can, startled by the sudden movement of his kidnapper. The Hitman stares into Alex’s eyes as all of the muscles in his face lock up; Alex can do nothing but stare back, trying not to look away and show any kind of fear.

After a few seconds, The Hitman lowers his head and makes a tutting sound as he shakes his head in disappointment. “Oh Alex,” he groans with a heavy sigh of disdain, “I told you not to think of me as an asshole.” The Hitman makes a loud roar as he lifts both of his hands up from Alex’s arms and slams them both onto Alex’s chest as Alex’s eyes widen to the size of cricket balls in shock and then close tightly shut as he tries his best to scream because of the pain that he currently finds himself in. The Hitman had a look of pure anger on his face as his entire body shook through the intensity as the force that he was applying to Alex’s chest was that of a train powering across it’s tracks. He slowly but powerfully pulled his right fist down Alex’s chest as blood began to trickle down in the same direction, following The Hitman’s hand like a police car chasing a fugitive.

After a six inch stretch, The Hitman sharply pulled his hand away and began to breath heavily, quickly attempting to get his breath back after holding it for the whole time that he was inflicting pain upon Alex. Alex’s chest had opened up like a door; blood was oozing out like lava from an active volcano as Alex continued to scream through the tape covering his mouth. The Hitman looks down at his right hand and slowly draws back his fingers revealing a green, Stanley Knife with a blood-covered blade. He holds the end of the handle with his thumb and index finger and waves it in front of the face of Alex, taunting him with it by showing him his weapon of choice. The Hitman smiles sadistically as the gap between his eyebrows narrows; he gets back up to his feet and meticulously turns around and struts back over to the table. Carefully he places the knife back on the table as a tiny drop of blood falls from the blade and onto the fine, polished oak that now supports The Hitman’s weapon.

”Now,” says The Hitman as he turns back around and crosses his arms, leaning back on the table to show that he is in complete control, but before he has chance to say anything else there is a gentle knock on the door which distracts The Hitman’s attention. “I’ll be back,” says The Hitman with a nod as he moves over to the door and calmly pulls the door open and walks on through, shutting the door firmly behind him as he leaves Alex all alone in this dimly lit room.

Alex had managed to stop moaning and just accept the pain, he had began to control his breathing so that he wasn’t panting like a dog who had been running around a field for half an hour. He looked all around the room, hoping to find something that he could use, hoping to find a way out, hoping to find something which might tell him where he was. Besides the table next to him and the one across the room, the place was empty, not even a dust mite was there to keep him company; this was not a good place to be. Alex didn’t hold his hopes up very high, but he could see that the knife was on the table across the room as well a small candle. Could he use the knife to cut through the tape? Perhaps he could use the candle to burn away at the tape and free himself? But what were the chances of that? Alex continued to ask himself questions which only assisted in making him even less confident in escaping than he already was. But he knew he couldn’t just sit down and accept it, so he attempted to throw his body forward to the best of his abilities. The tape surrounding his wrists and elbows didn’t budge one bit, but the chair moved forward by the slightest amount giving Alex the tiniest bit of hope that he could get out of this.

After a couple of minutes, Alex had managed to get over to the table. With the small amount of movement he had in his feet he attempted to kick at the legs of the table, but with the tape restricting his movement he couldn’t get any power in his kicks and so the table wouldn’t move in any way at all. Alex sat back in his chair dejectedly, almost giving up and accepting the fact that he was not going to escape. But then a thought came to him which made him sit up in his chair and take a look at the door just to check that no one was coming through. He looked back at the table and began to throw himself forward a little bit more, moving just a few inches closer to the table. He tucked his head down and leaned forward and was just about able to get his head under the table. While straightening out his body and pushing his head up to the sky and using every bit of energy he had, he managed to lift one side of the table up in the air and as luck would have it, the knife and candle began to slowly slide down the table, bit by bit.

The candle came to the edge of table first, one more inch and it would be ready to fall off but before the candle had chance to fall off and give Alex any chance of escape, the door crept open and The Hitman walked back into the room. His body began to shake in rage once again as he grinded his teeth together as the anger began to take over. He marched the few feet over to Alex and pulled the chair around so that the table dropped back onto the floor and Alex was facing him. He punched Alex square in the face with his right hand breaking his nose and then pulled his hand back and unleashed a second fist of rage into the ribs of Alex who let out a loud grunt in pain as he leaned forward finding it hard to breath after the shot to the ribs. The Hitman pulled off the tape that was covering Alex's mouth giving him easier access to catch his breath. Alex was trying incredibly hard to catch his breath but couldn’t seem to take in any air. The Hitman suddenly became worried and quickly grabbed hold of the Stanley Knife and cut through the tape around Alex’s wrists and ankles. The Hitman threw the knife on the floor and then pulled Alex out of the chair before hurling him onto the floor.

”Shit!” yelled The Hitman as lifted his hands up in horror that he might’ve seriously hurt Alex or potentially killed him with that last punch. He shook his head rapidly from side to side as every expression imaginable flashed across his face as he wondered what to do. Facing the realisation that he didn’t know what to do, he clenched his fists in frustration and ran out the door shouting, “Hunter, I need help!”

The Hunter, who looked exactly like The Hitman and The Assassin, ran down the hall to answer The Hitman’s cries of help, “What’s up, what’s wrong?” he asked hurriedly, obviously concerned with The Hitman’s break of character. “I think I killed him,” moans The Hitman as he becomes sick with worry. The Hunter’s eyes widen as he takes a loud gulp swallowing his own fear, “We need the doctor, go back in there and do whatever you can to help him, I’ll get The Doctor from the other room.”

The Hunter runs down the hall shouting out for The Doctor as The Hitman runs both his hands over his the top of his head while grinding his teeth together in panic of what this could all mean. He turns around and slowly walks back into the room thinking that there is nothing that he could do to help Alex. Drops of sweat begin to form on the forehead of The Hitman as he re-enters the room where Alex is being held captive and he looks down to the floor to where Alex was lying. He moves his head back as a look of confusion comes across his face to see that Alex is not in the same place that he was when he left the room. The Hitman then panics like never before when he realises that he threw the knife onto the floor when he finished cutting Alex free from the chair and when he looks down to see if it is still there, he is horrified to see that it is gone. He looks straight in front of him, still in a panic that he has let Alex escape and armed with a knife, but before he had a chance to alert the other men in the building, a hand reaches out from behind him and covers his mouth, pulling him backwards and raising his head up so that he is looking to the ceiling. Then in one swift motion, a blade comes from the other side and slices his neck from left to right cutting straight through his vocal cords and not allowing The Hitman to scream. He is let go as he falls to the floor and blood drips out of his neck, then Alex Stone pops his head round the door and looks to see that the coast is clear. Wanting vengeance on everyone who was involved in his kidnapping and torture, Alex looks at the Stanley Knife in his hand before looking back up in front of him and marching forward with a purpose.

Alex only manages to make it a few steps down the hall when The Hunter reemerges with The Doctor who insanely, looks just like The Assassin, The Hitman and The Hunter. Both men are shocked to see Alex, covered in blood, striding towards them armed with a knife and the motivation of revenge. Before they have any chance to react, Alex tosses the knife towards The Hunter and it embeds itself into the cheek of The Hunter who lets out a loud screech as he falls against the wall and grabs his face. The Doctor howls with horror as he turns around and runs back in the direction which he came from. Alex walks over at the same pace and without stopping throws a breath taking right fist into the chest of The Hunter sending him onto the floor gasping for air much like Alex was moments earlier.

Alex continues to stride forward, chasing after The Doctor who has locked himself inside a room at the end of the hall. Alex gets to the door and unsuccessfully tries to open it, so he moves back and tries to kick down the door. “Open the door you son of a bitch and I’ll kill you quick!” he shouts as The Doctor trembles on the other side. Alex gives up on kicking the door and instead decides to hurl his entire body at the door. The first attempt is a failed one as Alex simply bounces back off the door. He takes a step back and tries again and the door swings open as Alex falls down to the floor and catches a glimpse of The Doctor standing at the back of the room, violently shaking in fear while clutching on to a lamp in hopes of defending himself. Alex stalks closer to The Doctor who throws the lamp on the ground knowing that he is no match for an Alex Stone with enough venom running through his veins to take out the entire National Guard.

”Please don’t hurt me,” cries The Doctor as he holds his hands together, almost in prayer. Alex stares straight through him as he gets closer and closer and then throws his fist straight into the face of The Doctor who instantly drops to the floor with a thud. “Now to finish off the other guy,” mutters Alex who steps over the fallen body of The Doctor and walks towards the door. From outside the door, steps in another man looking exactly like the three men that Alex has just incapacitated, only this man holds a gun in his left hand. He looks at Alex walking towards him and holds up the gun causing Alex to stop dead in his tracks. The gun wielding, Assassin look-alike gave off a tiny laugh with a closed smile before he calmly pulled the trigger.

To Be Continued

[Brad]

I wasn't going to post a second roleplay with Steve not doing a second but I needed to finish off the story so hear goes. This roleplay doesn't even need to count, I just couldn't leave it as Alex getting shot at and then turning up to wrestle at Final Cut.

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Alex shot up out of bed covered in sweat and breathing heavily. He looked all around the room and checked that his chest didn’t have a bullet sized hole in it or a large cut down his left pectoral. He felt on his head and checked for a large gash that could have caused his hair to turn red, but on all checks he found nothing. “It was just a dream,” he said to himself as he closed his eyes and swallowed harshly. He pulled back the covers of his bed and turned on the bed so that his legs were hanging off the side of the bed. Leaning over he held his head in his hands, relieved to find out that he hadn’t been kidnapped or tortured or shot at. After a few deep breaths he stood up and walked over to the mirror on the door of the large, white wardrobe in the corner of the room. His hair was it’s usual blonde color and his face was it’s usual blood and bruise free complexion. “What the hell was that dream all about?” he said to himself as he looked down at the ground and shook his head, wondering if there was a message behind the incredibly strange dream he had just had.

Slowly Alex lifted his head and looked at himself in the mirror once again, “The Hitman, The Hunter, The Doctor. They all looked like The Assassin, this has got something to do with our match at Final Cut for sure. But what is my subconscious trying to tell me? That The Assassin is going to go to any lengths to secure a victory? That The Assassin will do anything to win this match, to avoid defeat at another pay per view? I know he wants to win, he wants to be rid of me forever, but kidnapping? Torture? The Assassin isn’t that ruthless, is he? I’d better get prepared for this battle, because that’s exactly what it’s going to be. I need my revenge, and I don’t care to what lengths Assassin will go to in order to win, he’s not going to. I’ve come on leaps and bounds since our first meeting, this time; the story will have a different ending. I’d better get ready.”

Alex turns away from the mirror and walks to his right through an open door leading into the bathroom. He shuts the door behind him and prepares to take a shower to cool off from the intense sweat that he has covering his body after a very strange dream. Has this dream given Alex more of an insight into his opponents frame of mind heading into their match this coming Sunday? Will it aid or abide him in his quest to overturn the loss he suffered when he first joined the EWE? These were the questions running through the mind of Alex Stone as he stood beneath the shower in his hotel room in Tokyo, Japan, the site for the last EWE joint pay per view production of 2006.

Scene 2 - The arena.

Alex Stone arrived at the arena where Final Cut will take place after managing to get a taxi after an hour of waiting. He barely had chance to get through the door when Trixy ran right up to him.

Trixy: Hey Alex, you think I could get an interview with you real quick?

Alex jumped back in shock.

Alex Stone: Damn girl, let me get into the building first why don't you.

Trixy laughed, a little embarrassed.

Trixy: Sorry Alex, it's just that I haven't seen you in a couple of weeks and I'd like to get your thoughts on your big match with Assassin tomorrow night.

Alex Stone: Give me five minutes to get my stuff in order and I'll meet you at the interview set ok?

Trixy: I'll set my watch!

Alex Stone: Gimmick theft.

Trixy chuckles as Alex slings his bag over his shoulder and walks to the locker room to put his things in place.

Five minutes later, Alex arrives at the interview set where Trixy is waiting for him.

Trixy: I think you're late? What kind of timekeeper is late?

Alex: One that can afford to take his time because he knows he's ready for his match,

Trixy: Well, baring that in mind, lets begin.

Trixy nods to the cameraman to begin filming as the interview begins.

Trixy: Ladies and gentlement I am here with The Timekeeper, Alex Stone,

Alex Stone: That's The Timekeeper of Destruction, Alex Stone.

Trixy: Ok then, anyway, Alex, at Final Cut you face The Assassin, the man who gave you your first ever defeat in the EWE in your Chaos debut. You had been asking for this rematch since that defeat and now that you finally have your rematch, you much be quite pleased that you finally got what you wanted,

Alex Stone: I've never been happier in my life. The Assassin is a two time former undisputed champion and a hell of competitor, and if I want to prove myself to the wrestlers and the fans of this great company, then it's poeple like him that I have got to beat. But yeah, I wanted this match so that I could avenge my defeat from two months past. I don't like having black marks against my record so you can bet your ass that Brett Zero is next, but at Final Cut, The Assassin will be assassinated by Alex Stone.

Trixy: Your match two months ago was very close and you were only narrowly beaten in that contest. Does that encourage you going into this bout?

Alex Stone: You're damn right it was close, he won at a coin toss and nothing more. And yeah it encourages me, because I am ten times better than I was when we fought last time and you can bet your very last dollar that I will come out as the victor in this match because of that. Assassin is past his prime, his best days are far behind him. Mine are just up ahead of me and I don't need to go to any chruchs to help me achieve my goals. Assassin had better pray as much as he possibly can because he's going to need Gods help and then some to be able to beat me for the second consecutive time. Then once Assassin is out of the way and I've dealt with Brett Zero, it's onto LAW and whichever title he decides to put on the line against me because quite frankly I don't care, I just miss having gold around my waist. So Assassin get ready, and when you hear the tick tock tick, it's time for you to suck my...

Alex looks at Trixy as he raises an eyebrow and cracks a smile. He looks back at the camera.

Alex Stone: Toe.

Alex laughs as he walks out of the view and the screen fades.