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NWL Underground: Jarod Poe(c) vs. The Distributor of Pain

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NWL Combat: Jarod Poe(c) vs. The Distributor of Pain

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(Scene opens up inside the NWL arena. The ring has been set up, and the stage is all set. DoP is sitting in the stands...)

DoP - Well, how do you like this? It appears as though I have a title shot. That's just dandy. Fortunantly for you, Poe, I don't care much for winning titles. All they do is cheapen what I'm all about. I'm sure having that big belt buckle means a lot to you, but what does it really prove? What do any titles really prove? I'm sure that my view may change once I get the World title, but that's some time away.

Unfortunantly for you, you caught me at a bad time. You see, I'm preparing for my battle against Shamrock, who will get his ass justly handed to him in a way that I can only describe as deeply pornographic. And beacuse of that, I am in a very jumpy mood. So, I'm sure you can predict what's in store for you. Simply because you've been chosen as my next unfortunant victim, and I have my honor to respect, I'm going to have to destroy you, and take your little belt buckle. You are meerly one more stepping stone to my ongoing path to greatness. I have very important plans to attend to, so if you'll excuse me...

(DoP stands up, and makes his way down)
 

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(Scene opens up in what appears to be a hotel room. DoP is sitting in a chair. Data is sitting on the floor beside him, dressed in raggy clothing, with L.T. standing behind them.)

DoP: And so the plot thickens. Hacker, you now know who has your precious little trophy. Me. As it's been said, this would've all be avoided if you had just taken me seriously, and kep this dumb little romance out of the ring. But look at us now. Your almost-wife has been baptised in her own tears, you are a nervous wreck, destroying everything in your path to get her back, and I am the cause of it all. I'm sure you have a lot of plans for me, assuming you ever get to touch me.

(DoP runs his hand down Data's cheek, and she shudders. DoP smiles)

DoP - Boy, I'll tell ya, she sure has some soft, smooth skin. I do so enjoy feeling it...and I do mean...ALL of it. Normally, women disgust me to the point of physical illness. But this little flower...(smiles) I'll leave it to your imagination. But you have nothing to worry about. She will be very safe with me. Not pain will come to her...well, on second thought, maybe a little, but trust me. She likes that kind of pain. That much you can count on. I might even make a video for you, leaving you a few pointers I've discovered in past weeks. Every night, a little harder, a little rougher, a little sharper, a little deeper. Physical pain can be almost as much fun as emotional and spiritual...almost.

On to other matters...namely Shamrock and Lars. Shamrock, I warned you, boy. Don't **** with me. But you had to, and look what happened. You left a bloody mess. Just as I thought, you are nothing without your girlfriend Lars to cover your back. No masks to hide your identity, no weapons to give you the upper hand. I proved to you, Lars, and everyone watching that you are nothing but a *****. The same goes for you, Lars. You like to run your mouth, and hit and run. But that will all come to an end soon. I showed your boy Shamrock what I'm all about, and soon you will know as well. All the money and friends in the world can't stop my wrath, and trust me, it is ever overflowing.

Now, as for this little match I have against Poe...it's all the same, really. I am currently sitting atop of the world. Everything is falling directly where I want it. All you are doing is adding fuel to my fire. It's plain and simple, you won't walk out of the arena without help. You'll have to be carried, because you will just be used as a warning to everyone in the locker room. The Era of Pain is here, and it's time to prepare for war...

(Fade to black with DoP running his hand through Data's greasy hair, smiling)
 

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Spread Thin

(The sound of rattling chains can be heard as Jarod Poe stand before an NWL backdrop. The noise comes from the shoulders of a well worn leather jacket. Over his shoulder hangs the NWl T.V. Title. He pats the belt with his opposing hand and smiles before the camera. Taking a step forward he reaches off camera and retrieves a steel chair. After unfolding it he casually sits down extending his legs and slightly leaning back. He uses his tongue to move the labret protruding from his chin. After a few moments he smiles slightly)

Poe: It's a funny thing about being on top. about being the best. It's seems once you there the only logical place to go is down. It always happens. Time, age, competition everything goes in time. However sometimes we are our own downfall. Ego, greed, lust...they make us do foolish things. To stay on top you must be cold, calculating and methodical. You can't spread yourself to thin.

(He sighs loudly and leans forward. The smile fades and his eyes stare coldly forward)

Poe: That's where you are...right Pain? You think your own top of the world. Your fully impressed with everything you have down. Gotten one over on Hacker. Defeated Finnigan, and Lars...well I could care less about your problems with him. Why?, because you problem is now with me. You've committed keys to your own downfall Pain. Lust, greed, and you've spread yourself to thin. What you really need to do is forget about all the others. Because when that bell rings your entire focus had better be on...

(Jarod stands up quickly kicking the chair behind him and points at the camera)

Poe: ME!!! I'm your problem now. So you kidnaped Data. Big Deal!!! When I had to deal with Hacker...well I picked a much simpler plan. I PINNED HIS SHOULDERS TO THE MAT!!! Shamrock Finnigan? I threw his big ass over the top rope. Him and five others. I never gave him a chance to be a thorn in my side. Lars?

(He pauses and spits on the floor)

Poe: He doesn't want any part of me and neither will you. See you've got a shot at the T.V. title. Yet...it's not just any T.V. title

(He pats his hand upon the gold belt resting on his shoulder)

Poe: It's MY T.V. title. I won it and I'm the only one to hold it. You think your going to come in here and take it away? You think your going to make some kind of example out of me? You think I'm some kind point you can make?

(Jarod let's loose a loud sadistic laugh and slowly what little of any smile fades from his face)

Poe: NO!!!!!!!! No you are not. You SHOULD have shown me more respect then that. Well since I didn't get it.

(He smile slowly comes back and turns to a malicious grin)

Poe: Then I'm going to TAKE it from you. I'm going to TAKE my respect from you. I'm going to TEAR from your very soul. I'm going to make you freely offer up what you mistakenly did not give. You think the ERA OF PAIN here??/.

(He chuckles slightly)

Poe: Sorry Pain. It never started and it never will. however you will know one true fact when all is said and done. Forget about the ERA OF PAIN. What you need to do is....HATE WHAT YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND....

(Jarod takes a step forward and sneers at the camera as his voice lowers to a whisper)

Poe: and FEAR...fear what you can't conquer.

(He again laughs loudly, turns his back and walks away)

<FTB>
 

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(The sounds of "Hurt" by Johnny Cash echo of the cold cement walls of Tattoo Lou's about twenty minutes outside of Uniondale, New York. Sitting back in the chair reclined Jarod Poe smiles upward as again a needle pierces his skin across his nose. the area is wiped clean and Jarod Poe stands before a full length mirror staring at the two new bar bells down the bridge of his nose. He plays with the matching labret protruding from his chin as he smiles, He stares forward into the mirror)

Poe: I suffer. I suffer for my art. I put my body through more pain then the next man. Not just because I can, but because I enjoy it. I like watching the needle pierce the flesh. The fresh heat of pain upon the nerves. I enjoy watching the blood flow and feeling the slick heat as it flows down my skin. I enjoy the pain. Yet even more...I enjoy inflicting it. That's where you come in.

(Jarod turns his back to the mirror)

Poe: That's why...when the bell rings. You won't be the Distributer of Pain. You'll be the receiver. You'll be my victim. You'll be my sacrifice to the beast. You've cloaked yourself in a mild. Your name want s people to believer that some sort of torture will occur at your hands. Well I know different. I know better. I know it's your turn. I know that you've never lived up to suck a moniker, but I...I Jarod Poe. Well I am "The Torture King" I will stretch your body, break your mind and punish your will. Forget about giving Pain...worry about receiving.

(He points a crooked finger at the camera)

Poe: For I'm not going to stop. When that bell rings I'm going to be after you. I'm going to test you Pain. I'm going to test you and I'm going to look for a weakness. I'm going to look for a weakness and I'm going to find one. It's there...everyman has one. There's a chink in your armor and when I find it...I'm going to exploit it. I'm going to exploit it and you will suffer at my hands.

(He chuckles slightly under his breath)

Poe: You've spread yourself too thin Pain. You've cornered yourself at the expense of your own destiny. tonight it ALL comes crumbling down. tonight like ALL the others your see "The Fading Light" and you'll then know what the others do. When it comes to Jarod Poe...HATE WHAT YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND...

(He takes a step forward and whispers)

Poe: and fear...fear what you can't conquer

(He let's loose a loud laugh, turns his back and walks away)

<FTB>
 
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