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Date Posted: 09:05:01 08/06/01 Mon
Author: Suicide
Author Host/IP: ool-18bc1f95.dyn.optonline.net / 24.188.31.149
Subject: Sample RP

(Camera fades in to New York City, around 7 AM in the morning. The early morning fog spreads throughout the city, as its streets are busily at work with the residents of the grand city. The camera then pans around to an abandoned building, where a dark figure in the distance sits on a leather recliner. As the camera zooms closer, we find Suicide sitting silently in the recliner, as he watches over the fair gotham. As he stares into the distance, Suicide starts thinking to himself silently, about what is to transpire at the NWWA Pay-per-view, Revolutionary Movement...)

*He ponders about his two months last in the NWWA, of how he just came in and started turning heads. He was never meant to do so. He came in, just to show Tsunami why he is not a man to play with, and not a man to mess around with. When Tsunami was laid waste in a pile of broken table shards and splinters, all he could do is just look and walk away. He has no remorse upon his opponents. And when he was supposed to take on Johnathan Reznor, a serious opponent that the big wigs of this fine federation call him, a man who has been turning heads faster than anyone in this sport, a man to be feared, and finds out that he 'chickens' out on their match, all he can do is just shake his head in disappointment. Disappointed because one man saw his reality, his truths, his blunt honesty, as a total insult to his personal pscyhe. But he doesn't care, because now it's all coming down to this, coming down to 15 of the most brutal, heart-pounding, egnimatic wrestlers in the world, vying for one of THE top honors in wrestling today, the King of Extreme Title. But do any of them really understand what extreme wrestling is about? Does anyone of them understand what hardcore wrestling truly is? It seems their fixation of blood and tables, ladders, and chairs have diluted the true meaning of a death match. Maybe it's time they step into reality, the truth of what hardcore, extreme, and death matches are really all about. He's not here to win a title, he's not here to prove himself to anyone, he's not here to insult and make fun of those who accuse him of doing so, and he is not here to scream and please the fans. What he IS here for is the greatest sport to grace everyone's presence: wrestling. And if anyone thinks otherwise, they have just fooled themselves into the land of make believe...*

(Suicide sits slouched and relaxed in the recliner, with his black leather hat leaned forward over his face, only showing some of his full mask.)

Suicide: "It seems as of late many of the wrestlers in not just the NWWA, but around this professional circuit seems to take my 'pearls of wisdom' as insults and judges towards their personal lives. You see, I was supposed to wrestle one of the best wrestlers here in the NWWA, Mr. Johnathan Reznor. But instead of wrestling him, I instead go a taste of his barrage of angry flares and rhetorical, verbal slams towards myself, simply because he took what I said out of context. You see Mr. Reznor, I don't care if you live like a gothic freak, or some nerd on the computer 24/7, the point I was trying to make out was that no matter how you act, how you live, how you feel, you best damn come into the ring and fight me as a man. I know your type, always the one to play mind games and talk all intelligent. And yet, when you meet someone like me, who is immune to mind games and can actually get inside your head, which by the way I already did, and is somewhat intelligent, admittingly losing a few brain cells in my matches, you get your back to the wall and decide to give up. You decide NOT to fight me, but instead verbally bash me because of my comments, no correction, my harsh and blunt honesty. Personally I don't care if you are in collaboration with Maelstrom or Minion, it makes no difference to me who is training you. I know you are the heavy favorite to win this thing, but be warned that I am no one to just curse at and decide you can just walk all over like some punk (FCC)es you wrestle. I'm a simple person gentleman, all I ever want to do is wrestle. But when I speak to you, spitting out the truth, you decide to get on the offense and start swearing your lungs out to me. It's truly your only offense because quite frankly, you know you are just too ignorant to hear the harsh truth. People like Mr. Reznor, who can't cope with reality, start attacking those who don't see in the same mindframe as he. And yet, they are just kidding themselves, kidding themselves that all this hardcore, extreme, and death match stuff is truly what they perceive."

Suicide: "What many of you don't seem to realize is the fact that it's not about bloodshed, it's not about being able to smack your opponent right dab in the head with a clean cut chairshot. No, it's about wrestling. Hardcore wrestling isn't about tables, it's about being able to survive a match, no matter how much pain you are trying to overcome. Extreme wrestling isn't about slamming your barb wire wrapped fist into your opponent's head repeatedly, its about giving it everything you damn have and not quitting because you are hungry for it, doing everything and anything within your heart's desire to acheive your goal. And believe you and me, Death matches are NOT about setting your opponent on fire, or about electricuting them til they are burnt to a crisp. It's about risking your life, your very soul just to keep in the match, to withstand the punishment you receive from your opponents, but the mental beatings you receive from within yourself. They add the ladders and chairs and table and barbed wire for cosmetic reasons. They do it because they want to see wrestlers fight to the finish. Personally, I'd rather do it with my bare hands, but it seems that the toys they give us to play with make it seem all the more wild. But the main emphasis is truly wrestling in it's purest form. Many of you, like Mr. Douglas and Mr. Morrison, of the NWWA, seem to think it's about ending a wrestler's career. You are sadly mistaken my friends. It's not about ending your fellow wrestler's career, it's about defeating them with honor, diginity, and respect. But if all you ever want to do Mr. Morrison is brag about ending the career of a wrestler such as James Lee, then you have fooled yourself from the beginning. In this type of match, no one gives a damn who you taken out of this sport. They just want to know if you want it bad enough to go that extra mile. I don't care how tough you are, I don't care how crazy you are, just get in there and face me like a man and beat the living (FCC) out of me till one of us can not stand no longer. Was that so hard for you to understand Mr. Reznor? Was that so hard for any of you that I have faced? Like Billy Matthews and Nemesis to name a few... Was it that damn hard to realize that it isn't about the glitz and glammar, nor the damn title, but about the sport itself?"

(Suicide lifts his hat up, his symbol burning into the camera's view, as he stares into it in deep thought...)

Suicide: "Is it really hard to understand that I am not in it to make friends, but for one night, show all of you, without proving ONE DAMN THING, why I can do what I say I do, and why I am who I show I am. You got newcomers to this sport, like the ever egnimatic Larry Tact, or the monstrous Entropy, or the narcisstic Lars Magellan. And you got the veterans, like the redundant Hellion, or the sane-turned-insane Joe Massacre, or the ever hard working Jared Justice. And then you got those who try to act tough and start trying to sound crazy and bad(FCC), like the Prozac-induced Scott Allen, or the egotistical Copycat, or the self-boasting Masked Blazer. All of you at one time in your life or another seem to think of yourself as one bad mother (FCC). Some of you are going to come out here and start threatening me and others in this match, claiming you can take us out with the snap of your fingers, and that there better be EMTs awaiting us, and that we better take you seriously, all the while you act like a bunch of Hollywood wannabes. Save it for someone else, because when you step into the ring, all that corny crap will be thrown straight out the window. You want to put me to sleep with your nonsense promos Hellion? Go right ahead. Because in the end, all that will happen is that one of us will knock some sense into your head, something I am sure you haven't experienced in years. You want to get people to sympathize with you by faking a suicidal death Nemesis? Go right ahead. Because in the end, one of us might just say 'Lights out', and it's over. No breathing, and six feet under cold sod. You want to brag about how much experience you have in matches like these, Mr. Marathon Man Billy Matthews? Go right ahead. Because in the end, all that will happen is once you are taken out of the picture, you will wish you actually had the stamina to continue. And lastly, you want to threaten my ass with petty threats, like Mr. Reznor, or Mr. Magellan, or Mr. Matthews, or the rest of you? You go ahead and you do exactly that. Because in the end, when it's ALL....SAID....AND...DONE....win or lose.....I will give you the respect you deserve, but realize that I do not fear you because of this. I am not hear to make enemies nor allies. I am here to wrestle. And if you want to throw insult upon insult after me, you do just that. Because in the end, when it bites you on the (FCC) and you are trying to recollect yourself back to reality, I will just stand above you, looking down, shaking my head in pity. But then, I will just walk away, another match done, another hard day of work for me. You want serious? You'll get it. I don't need to talk about how bad and how dangerous or how great I am. I just wrestle gentlemen. I'll let you decide whether I suck or I am one of the elite. Because personally, take away the mask, take away the reputation, and I'll still be a wrestler, and I will still be who I am, The Man....The Myth....The Legend....Suicide. But until that night, prepare yourselves brave warriors and adventurers. Because you will embark upon a trek that few have dared to travel. But don't worry, because the mysterious wanderer shall be your guide. Just don't get too close, or you will get lost on the path. Fifteen men go in, one comes out as a great wrestler, not just a King of Extreme, but a wrestler's wrestler, one who respect those he wrestles against, and one gets respect the hard way: by earning it. Take care gentlemen, just train yourselves. And remember this: I will be watching you.......each and every last one of you.......very closely....and very carefully.....Nuff said...."

(Suicide lowers the hat covering his whole front side of the mask, as he relaxes in the recliner. The camera then fades out silently....)

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