Broken Image {Anton Rayge, John Grim} -- GWA Insurrection Role-play board

(-What is a perception of things for everyone happens to have something different to tell about your life, everything you once asked all of your friends and loved ones, just what did you do that was so special to them that you would just give your life away for theirs. It is something we all wondered about when we thought everything would be lost when we lost someone died or even grew something terminal. Great, with the ether burning inside of your heart it happened to break and crumble. Your families and friends turned against you wanting to know why just did they do that and how come you had to be apart of the problem. Not the solution.

Flash forward a few years later and then think towards this picture - your family? They are gone, abandoning you for the next person to enjoying and find love for. Your friends are nothing more than a bunch of Stan's, people who hang on other's coattails, wanting to understand just why would they after years of shared laughs, hugs and intimates shared, they left you for something else, somthing better than what you were. And now you are lonely, only relied upon yourself and what you can do to bring them back towards your loving home. You lost the first step of having things for yourself, now how can you get it all back you ask yourself?

Now you're older, wiser even and right now, you are riding the wave of a lifetime, winning things, ganaring championship belts left and right for the sake of being something you wish did happen. And right now as you sit on top of the throne, there is something to knock you right off of the throne. Something that the past left discarded around for you to just relish in the fact that with a crediblity, you can easily lose or win things very quickly.

Erick Caine - lost the Fans Wrestling Federation Hardcore title at January Blizzard

John Grim - won a shot at the GWA Maximus championship Wednesday night.

Foolish was I to think that it was simple wrestling to defeat these two men at the same time, what do I know? I've only been here for a month and a half and still, unlike many of this place, I've been forgotten inside of their absence of mind.

I am a man in a box.

Since the beginning, I was thought to do everything a wish or a wonder crawling upon the skin made the worthwhile enjoyment. I thought I was once something inside of an enigma wrapped into a small rubix cube.

Guess I was wrong now was not I?

Erick Caine...John Grim...thorns sticking from the rose of veteran, taking on myself in a match on different dates, Saturday Showdown, and Wednesday Insurrection. When you think about it, you get a simple mathematics equation.

Two men inside a ring, one loses, one victor. 2-1=1

For me, it is this, 3-2=1

2 matches with the total of counting myself three people. Minus a loser gets myself a victory.

I'm running the table.

3 different people with three different styles of wrestling. Blood flows through all of us in every step we take and every move we happen to make, and now, the evil runs through all of us with one simple word: vengeance.

Erick Caine looks for Redemption, I look for a victory in the enlighted path, Grim looks for the suffering.

Three different people, three different styles, 1 single winner.

And I have to live with it.

I need to run down the sicker moments of what I have to get through. If you understand every moment of what I feel, then you will just might get everything correct. Just maybe is the case in that subject you have to believe in which what do you describe everything. Whatever I happen to say right now even though many of you might just not like it. For right now, I am thinking of just something that make things pretty f--ked up.

Invite towards the reality that is, the mind.

Erick Caine let's play a word association game with you. Let's see, what can I come up with?

Erick Caine= Loser.

Erick Caine= Fluke Artist

Erick Caine= 2x Hardcore champion who only can come up with a victory with not only help, but wishes from leprechauns.

Erick Caine= defeated by Drake Maxwell on Showdown.

It's a catchy thing is it not? I mean sure you can atleast notice him with everything I've just said and then try to tell him the absolute truth. To him, the truth is a dirty white lie, something most of us tell and right now. And when we all start to fall into oblivion, we find someone to help us come right back.

And John Grim helped me keep the Maximus Championship at Malicious Intentions. Now, I have to face him on Wednesday Insurrection just for guess what? My Maximus title and right now, thanks to the Union, it is the ultimate stab in the back. Grim has Thantos on his side and now, I am against someone who helped my victory at Malicious Intentions. Grim...it's going to be a grim day Wednesday. Sorry bud, but you are in the way, and when you're in the way, you have to get run over.-)

- Drake Maxwell

What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow

Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,

You cannot say, or guess, for you know only

A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,

And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,

And the dry stone no sound of water. Only

There is shadow under this red rock,

(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),

And I will show you something different from either

Your shadow at morning striding behind you

Or your shadow at evening rushing to meet you;

I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

...like a snowflake, we fall from grace...

[- Fade into Drake Maxwell sitting inside of his car driving down the highway, snow continues to fall around the car as Drake keeps his eye on the road ahead of him. A sweat covers his face as the heat inside of the car continues to amass. The radio is cranked up high as Drake nods his head to the music. This helped him get off real events, it made everything seem smaller than what others had imagined it as.-]

Drake: I remember falling...I remember marching...like a one man army...through the blaze...I remember coughing...I believe in something...I don't want to remember falling...for their lies...

[- There was always something about music that pumped Drake up for anything. His mood was completely out of range to even see if he was the right person. Beating Assassin at Malicious Intentions to pick up a victory was nice, but now with John Grim and Erick Caine to worry about, Drake had things to do, and people to beat. -]

Drake: ...Erick Caine...John Grim...Anton Rayge...

[- For the many that do not know, Anton has just come back to the GWA and right now has set his sights on the Maximus championship. Anton wants his past to be realized by the present. Drake is not ready to give up the Maximus championship, oh no. Not until...-]

Drake: Stop, breathe and count to three Anton for right now if you want to be a cry baby about things then well we will not get a shot at the Gladiator Wrestling Association Maximus Championship now will we? You see, finding you back inside of the ring and into the spot where I am right now, well that is something I feel that needs a little tweaking. Like for one, I really could go looking at history books finding a relic of what and who you define for a person, but really I do not actually think that really I should be treating you as a real threat to me. Can you be a threat? Biased moment here by the faces in the crowd that say yes, and now with you on the prowl it's time for a little refresher course.

Anton, right now you come back at Malicious Intentions and come out power chipping your way for a title shot. Well Anton, I would love to face you for this belt but right now ain't the time. And I ain't a person who just will answer challenges just to do this. Because right now, this is what you fight for, what I shed blood for and now you want to climb back into the plane of battle we grace and try to take this title away from me? Who the f--k are you to do such a thing? Because I'll tell you just who the f--k I am. Drake Eric Maxwell, undefeated GWA Maximus champion and you are just another person to come back and try to take things away for your ego. How hard was that for character definition?

[- The ringing of a cell phone takes Drake attention off of the road as he reaches into his pocket and takes out the phone. Flipping it open, he finds a grainy voice talking to him. -]

Drake: Hello?

Romulus: Time for a meeting my friend, how about the nearest arena in Vancouver?

Drake: Yeah, we could do that right now, uhh where's Amy?

Romulus: She's back in the states watching you on television.

Drake: Ever since the international road trip began, I am beginning to think that really this might be my time.

Romulus: Your time for what? A chance for redemption?

Drake: Redemption? I am living redemption right now, what I mean is that take everything that I have learned from you in the past and see where I am now. I am inside of a world I find amusing.

[- A smile comes upon the pink lips of Drake as he turns into the General Motor's Palace parking garage. The dark is only sheltered out by the blinking lights hung to the walls. Inside of the parking garage, the car sits in a space as Drake lets go of the clutch. Romulus stands behind the car, his all black dress code his formal, yet stylish in a neo goth way.-]

[- As they take towards the entrance, Going past the shoddy ticket booth, which was filled with drug paraphernalia, bullet holes and drug pushers near it, Drake walks into the main stadium. Only a few people are there not even filling the estimated 3,000 people that can fit into the stadium. Drake walks past the velvet rope and into the stadium to find a rendition of Hamlet going on. Drake quietly makes his way to one of the more, less conspicuous seats and seats in the second to last row. Sitting next to him was a man about his stature and wore dark black rimmed sunglasses, not revealing his piercing green eyes. The man, who has shrouded himself in a dark black jacket and pants, looks down at the actors below and smiles signaling that this is a good showing. Drake turns to him and sees him face to face. The man barely gives Drake the thought of presenting himself. His ego would blush if he did this. That feat only belonged to aristocrats who had the wealth, style and power to do such a thing. -]

Drake: The takeover of the land is not withstanding anymore, you will not find me bowed down at your feet kissing your hand and need, all I need is a single breath. Life�s worries don�t come to me with its burden�s, I come to life�s worries with my own burdens.

Romulus: I�m surprised that you weren�t working this play yourself. You seem talented enough to carry out the thought, but can you succeed at it is the real question Drake. Whether it is the Fans Wrestling Federation or GWA, the question will embark you upon a glorious movement. Up or down shall it be?

Drake: Romulus, although you haven�t been near me since you and Oracle met, you still happen to be my spiritual advisor. Hath forth on a journey, the expedition of making a name for myself. Is it all the people want? The bloodshed upon the canvas and the winner to be whom they look upon as the victor of the scars around them, they choose as much as the Roman public chooses while battle was held in the Roman Coliseum. I have to face a man who without question is misguided well enough to know the brink of sanity and to jump over that very edge. John Grim has aided me in the war against the Union. Erick Caine is another man who just comes off of a loss and now I go through him Saturday, Archbishop, the thing for which title falls upon me as the ascended being dwelling upon this Earth, Many like Crichton, claim to be what they want to be; I know them as the fakes and hypocrites of this world. Silence befits the common that does not have the sharpest tongue. It�s a blind reason that people would not take Caine as one of their own, he escaped military base, rather finding freedom in not killing others for his country. A person of that thinking nature would probably survive 3 to 5 months on these killing yards at home. Erick Caine and John Grim will be defeated, it is only a matter of time and hope to decided upon.

Romulus: Overconfident says I, you seem to be Hamlet yourself in all of this and while the opera is going on, as the woman sings the script and expresses her pain by her voice, you seem atleast ready to face Caine and Grim and defeat them. Ending what he is already worth to you.

Drake: They are worth a penny to me and my path and vice versa when you ask him the same question. The thought of the matter is that which side of the arrow will he lead to? The hypocritical or the righteous, which one would he seek guided counsel towards? Whatever he chooses, it will not change the path that he is to succumb to.

Romulus: You wonder why I taught you all there was to know, I�ve shown you the real world. You look back upon it now and say puff as if it were a storm could rising over you and you stopped it with a single movement of the tongue. Hath my teachings dwelled sense and sensibility into your head?

Drake: As Caesar to his advisors, I advise that yes I have taken what you have taught me, and analyzed ever bit of information I am ever going to need from you. Romulus, I may need more of your teachings and more shall I ever need.

Romulus: More teachings? Perhaps I need to teach you the book of the solitdue. It will not be one of those easy tasks as some people on this planet refer to some of their problems. You know, Hamlet always quelled for more from his teachers, but never got more taught towards his already growing knowledge. So he set out on his own and studied the world around him and became a master teacher all on his own well being.

Drake: Surely, the statements you speak of now could be truth, nor it cannot be false for nothing about Hamlet could be more false. Malice of the soul drove him to insanity and still he was considered a genius for still being one of the insane persons standing in front of you. He did what he had to do and Shakespeare played him out wealthy. Double-space the point of Stanley Kubrick, whose dreams for pure perfection in his artwork of style and film did not garner him too many Oscar awards. Infact he only received one ever and that was for visual effects in 2001: A Space Odyssey. An odyssey in itself now is the ego of the human mind. It gains bigger and bigger for every moment that you are awake and every moment you sleep. Everything you hear, it hears and turns what you actually hear in what you want to hear. Inconstant reminders of how well you look and feel about certain things it might as well be communism in our very own nervous system. An ego on the other hand makes the emotions grow better and understand the feelings of those around them. Because Saturday - Erick Caine is a victim, Wednesday - John Grim and when they want it to occur, Anton Rayge is the next in the chain of delusion.

[- Drake nods his head as he takes a seat inside of the arena enjoying himself and waiting for the Showdown to commence. -]