View Full Version : Walls v Suicide

04-16-04, 06:48 PM
All RP for the SUICIDE and JARROD WALLS match should be done in this thread.

All RP and angles should be submitted by Friday April 23rd, at 11:59pm. All angles should be submitted to secandido@comcast.net .

04-22-04, 12:54 AM
(Camera fades in to Central Park on a serene, mild spring day. The cold front is over and nothing but a gentle breeze surrounds the trees and benches in this vast park. Children run around in playful splendor, chasing one another throughout the comfort of the park. There, sitting the far distance, a lone, dark figure sits on an oak bench. The camera cuts to a slightly closer shot of the figure, then another, then another. Finally, the camera gets a close-up and personal shot of this figure. The white symbol that's on the mask that covers his face is revealed to belong to none other than Suicide. He sits there, staring into the distance, unmoved by his surroundings. A lit cigar lays fixed between his index and middle finger.)

Suicide: "I come here once in awhile, to reminisce. Remember the good times I've had in my life.....as well as the bad. Always take the good with the bad for you can't have one without the other. For example: my debut into the New ERA of Wrestling. I take it as the good because to me, the exhilaration of competing under the scrutiny of thousands of blood-thirsty, gore-hungry, rabid wrestling fans gets me going. Not that I care for them, but the fact that they examine every single move I make like I'm under a microscope.....you have to appreciate that no matter how hard you try to fight it."

(Suicide raises the cigar in his hand and takes a puff from it, still motionless in view.)

Suicide: "Then you have to take the bad, example being Chaos. Now I don't consider eventually having to face him as being bad, because I consider no challenge as being a bad thing. However, here you have a gentleman who was content on drinking his life and troubles away, until fate as it seems, created the opportunity to snap him out of his drunken stupor. It seems to me, and please, this is no bearing on me whether those think I have an ego or not, that I have an effect on people. It seems I either draw them to me or I push them away. In the case of our friend Mr. Chaos is concerned......I drew him like flies to ****. It seems our friend Mr. Chaos still clings on to the past like a security blanket and my coming back into the wrestling public's eye is what awakened the fire that was extinguished oh so long ago."

(Suicide takes another puff of his cigar, exhaling the smoke into the air, as it dances all around him playfully.)

Suicide: "But it also has the opposite effect. Take for example the next 'lucky' man I get to face.......Jarrod Walls. I've read up on you Mr. Walls and I must say, while I sympathize with you on your torrid past, as I have went through one of my own, it doesn't mean keeping silent about yourself helps the cause. The cause you ask? What cause? It's really simple. The cause you produce right now. For you see, by keeping silent and thus believing I am and going to be a pushover for you in our match, the effect will be pain beyond comprehension. I'm going to keep it short and sweet: I'm coming for you not only to wrestle.....but to hurt you. With pain comes understanding. You understood the pain of losing love ones, and with that understanding you grace this sport with your presence. With the pain I will give unto you kind sir, you will understand just one thing. That one thing being you can not fool around with someone like me. I do not take kindly to those who childishly ignore those who could take you out within a blink of an eye. You have no matter in this Mr. Walls; you're coming to Raucous to wrestle me like a man. How you leave the match depends on you. Want to leave the ring as the victor? Then take me seriously and show me how much you do so. Want to leave defeated and abused? Then do the opposite. It's plain and simple Mr. Walls. I could draw it out in crayon for you but I believe you get the idea. Because you see, when it's all said and done, win or lose, you will come to know me simply as The Man....The Myth.....The Legend. Then you can take the bad with the good, knowing you've learned something from Suicide. That lesson? Life's a mother ****er......'nuff said....."

(Suicide goes back to smoking his cigar as the camera fades out.)