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Post by Eden on Aug 5, 2020 19:53:05 GMT -5
Broadcasting through FXX and Netflix from The Sanatorium Arena in Serenity, CaliforniaRoleplay Deadlines: Friday, August 14th, 2020 at 9 PM PST, 12 AM EST, 11 PM CT(US) Saturday, August 15th, 2020 at 1 AM(UK)Roleplay Limit2 RPs, up to 1000 words apiece OR A single RP, up to 2000 words Match Two:Jonathan Edwards vs. Chucky Ross
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Post by Chucky Ross on Aug 13, 2020 10:20:38 GMT -5
As the scene opens, we see that we come upon the cell of one particular inmate ajar. As the camera moves closer, it catches a figure quickly moving out of it. Then the light of it comes on and reveals the figure to be "The Soulless Jester" Chucky Ross.
"The Soulless Jester" Chucky Ross
Oh hello world, I didn't see you there. I readily admit that even after my conversation with my partner for last week John Blade, I held little hope that our efforts would result in victory. Yet every point that my “partner” made during our encounter has proven to be salient. At a time when the tag team division is the least competitive that it has been in years, I am forced to consider whether or not another pairing with John Blade is viable. I am uncertain how I feel about the matter. But to be honest, I would bury him in the middle of the desert up to his neck and then pour something over his head to make it hurt a whole lot more.
Then he starts to walk down the hallway of his cell block with some purpose. Then he continues talking as he is walking down the hallway.
"The Soulless Jester" Chucky Ross
It is fortunate that the issue can be tabled for the moment, as my attention is demanded upon the latest flotsam and jetsam to wash upon our shore in the aftermath of the latest drama at The Sanatorium. It cannot be argued that Jonathan Edwards was and has been impressive in his performances as of late. He came narrowly close to earning a championship opportunity, and that brush with opportunity has given him an appetite for more. I can respect that about an individual. But close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades, and I am sure Warden Eden won't allow explosives in her Sanatorium.
Then he reaches what looks like a blocked door and then slips in through some loose boards. Upon entering the room, it is covered with pictures of his opponent for the night, Jonathan Edwards. But the more disconcerting items are all the weapons that are strewn about the room and on the walls as well.
"The Soulless Jester" Chucky Ross
Yet in preparation for his next encounter, his chosen tactic was to attempt to intimidate an opponent that was already familiar with people like him by wanting to still go after an extreme-minded individual such as myself. If only thinking you truly belong in a place like this was the determining factor in the outcome of wrestling matches, I imagine the history of the W.W.H. and especially the Sanatorium would look remarkably different.
Then he grabs a particularly deadly looking version of his signature weapon, the Jester's Stick. Then he starts swinging it around like a quarterstaff and then cracks it against a training dummy that has a photo of Jonathan Edwards's face nailed into it.
"The Soulless Jester" Chucky Ross
I once observed my cousin-in-law, Gary Black, despite himself hanging upside down and having lost significant blood, sit up and break free of the chains that were holding him down. I once observed someone break free of a bear trap with his bare hands and that was my brother in arms, "The Unstoppable Killing Machine" Phantom by the way. Yet I have beaten both of these men to some degree. The idea that strength alone can lead one to victory is laughable. It is strategy, technique, and strength of will that more often paves the way to success. But Mister Edwards, you think I am afraid of someone like you. You make me and my literal "demons" laugh wholeheartedly.
Then he looks at a different photo of Jonathan Edwards and then gets a demonic grimace across his lips.
"The Soulless Jester" Chucky Ross
Nevertheless, Jonathan Edwards has displayed his potential during the Asylum Tourney and overall since coming here to the Sanatorium. I suspect that as time goes on I shall observe your career with great interest, however in the immediacy I shall go to Sanatorium to defend the gate as I so often have, and this man known as Jonathan Edwards will learn his place. And not fuck with a man possessed by literal fucking demons.
Then his eyes turn red to show that they better run or face the fun of his "demons." Then the scene fades to black.
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Then the scene reopens and we now appear to be in one of the actual training rooms of the Sanatorium. As the camera moves closer, it notices a trail of blood leading to it. As it gets closer to the training room, screams of agony and pain can be heard emanating from it. The door to the training room swings open to reveal "The Soulless Jester" Chucky Ross being surrounded and/or attacking several guards and a few orderlies. But the camera catches his eyes still being the red color from before. But the voice that is now speaking sounds way different and much louder.
Orin
I will rip you limb from limb if you try to poke me with that needle again, motherfucker!
Then the orderly tries to poke him with the needle but then an immediate loud and painful crack can be heard as the orderly's arm is now broken. Then the orderly crumples into a heap as they are now clutching their arm.
Orin
I fucking told you that would happen. And the same will happen to all my opponent's, who think that this vessel is a pushover or a fucking joke.
Then he rushes towards another orderly by just straight headbutting him in the jaw. The orderly looks like they are still up for a moment before falling down in a heap as well. Then he gets to the two guards. They look at him as one of them charges towards “Orin” with his club out.
Orin
Edwards!!!
If you are watching this, this is what you can expect from fighting this vessel known as Chucky Ross.
Then he suddenly and violently grabs the arm of the guard holding the club in it and then places his foot under their jaw and drops them with an Inverted Stomp Facebreaker. The club can be seen rattling against the floor of the training room. Then the other guard starts to run when he leaps onto their back and drops them with The Joke's on You and locks it in nice and tight.
Orin
This is your fate, come Sanatorium Edwards!
Then the guard passes out from the pain and then he stands up and looks at the camera once more. His eyes temporarily return to Chucky's normal color.
"The Soulless Jester" Chucky Ross
Edwards, I wasn't joking when I said I have literal "demons" living inside of me. He's just one of them and is the most powerful of the bunch. You have pissed him off by being placed into a match with me. So, you better pray to whatever religion you follow because come Sanatorium, I will be burying your fucking ass.
Then the eyes go back to the red color as he gets a demonic grimace across his face more and then throws something at the camera to indicate its fucking over.
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Then a little later, one of the cameras that is located on the grounds of the Sanatorium catches a figure sitting on the roof in a meditative pose. After a few moments, the figure perks up but this time has bluish-purple eyes.
Zolrun
Oh hello, puny mortals. I see you have found me. I am Zolrun, Warlord of The Soulless Wastes. I am here to crush this opposition that now stands in front of this vessel known as Chucky Ross. This opposition’s name is Jonathan Edwards.
Then he stands up to truly show that this particular “demon” is more sturdy and well-built compared to the “others.”
Zolrun
You see Jonathan Edwards, you are clearly mortal and don’t understand what you are stepping into the ring with. For you see, long ago, a certain familial line made contracts with our kind. That family has been our vessels to the mortal realms for centuries now and you will now get to see our full might in our upcoming battle. For you see, I am a Warlord of the Soulless Wastes and WAR is what I live for. If you think in whatever faith or higher power you believe that you have a chance against this vessel, then my dear boy, you have entered our trap and now will be my plaything for the entire encounter.
Then he starts to walk to the ledge of the Sanatorium, his eyes return to the color of Chucky.
“The Soulless Jester” Chucky Ross
Edwards, you better be paying attention to what they are saying cause to be honest, this is the first time they have materialized in a really long time. And if they want to basically eviscerate you, they will do so without prejudice. So, you better fucking pray to whatever higher power or religion you follow because if I don’t end you, they will do so gladly.
Then his eyes return to the bluish-purple of Zolrun.
Zolrun
So, to end this talking and to save my real words for the ring, I will crush you into Oblivion and then I’ll resurrect you by using the powers of my dear “demonic” sorceress, Mazzath. She will happily bring you back to life so that “we” can punish you all over again. But for now, I must prepare for the upcoming WAR that I’ll be having with you puny mortal. So please leave me so that I can practice and meditate in relative "peace."
Then he walks away from the ledge and starts to Tai Chi, various other stretches, and other styles of martial arts before he appears to throw a fireball or something at the camera to make it fade to black.
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Post by 𝘑𝘖𝘕𝘈𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘕 𝘌𝘋𝘞𝘈𝘙𝘋 on Aug 13, 2020 14:58:55 GMT -5
I'M BEYOND THE ARCHETYPE!
NO MATTER HOW YOU SHAKE MY CORE!
*It was a sunny day in the city of L.A and we see Jonathan Edwards arriving at his home in a Ford Explorer. It's been a while since he's been home in the Hills of L.A and needed relaxing time. What happened at Sanatorium still runs through his mind about Tora and Chucky, but he also knows that there are times when you should focus more on your personal life. That is the thing for Edwards and Amber Brunning. He needed to spend time with her for just a little while. He parks his car in the driveway and gets outs wearing a nice black t-shirt, cargo shorts, black sneakers, and black tinted shades on his face. Amber is seen coming out wearing a nice white top, white skirt, nice heels, and matching white shades on her face. She runs up to him and holds him close to her body.* "I'm so happy that you're home. If felt like you were gone forever.""It feels like that way when you're in the ring wrestling and not knowing if you're coming home or staying inside of that cell. But for now, I'm home.""For how long? I can't stand to have you gone even more.""Only for a few days than I have to do say my promo and get ready to go back to fight once again. I tell you, it's not easy being in that ring and being locked up. Do you know what happens after losing a match?""No, I don't. I can't think of all the awful things that happen in that Sanatorium. Just, please quit. I don't want you to wrestle anymore knowing how dangerous it is.""You know I can't do that, Amber. I have to keep doing what I'm doing to make sure you have the life that you always dream of."*She let go of him and looks at him in the eyes. She turns around looking at the nice mansion on the hills of L.A and got confused.* "What I always wanted? Look at this, babe! We have everything that we could want. This home, private jets, vacation whenever we want. What do you mean?""It's not about the house, the money, the fancy cars, or any of that. What I mean is to do things that we couldn't before. I'm wrestling for us to be famous. To be something greater than we ever thought possible.""Hold on -- you're telling me this for what reason? I saw Sanatorium, and what went down there. You, sir, are way over your head. Why would you want fame from working in that disgusting pit?""It's not about the place, Amber. It's about setting what is right from a man who is destroying a title that so many great superstars held in the past. He wants to make it something that is nothing but laughable. I have a plan, and that involves taking it from him, and making it great once again.""Now you sound like our idiot president.""Trust me, nobody can be that big of an idiot -- unless it was Chucky Ross and Tora Nishida. But anyway, that doesn't matter. Because I have to deal with Ross before I can deal with that traitor, Tora. I want to make that belt mean something once again. Ever since he became a champion, he hasn't done shit with it. He doesn't have enough balls to defend it, and that is where I come in. That title will once again have the meaning that it rightfully deserves and more.""What do you mean the superstars of the past holding the belt? Only six people held that belt including Tora.""In a way, you're right. But that was the new demolition championship. You forget about the belt in the past when it was in WWH way back when."*She crossed her arms over her chest and wanting him to explain what he is talking about.* "From the history I've read was the only people that stood out and that was JLB and Jason Krow. Those men, those men showed what it means to be a demolition champion. When I get done with Chucky, I'm going right after Tora and take something that he made into a joke. When the time comes, Jonathan Edwards is going to be seen standing over him with the Demolition champion raised in the air.""Oooookay! But why don't you worry less about the fight and spend time with the girl who hasn't seen her man in forever? I was thinking you and me in that bedroom where we can make all the noise we want without disturbance?""I like the way you think."*She ends up running towards the home as Edwards is seen running after her. He gets into the house and sees the door shut.* ============================================ *Edwards made a promise that he was going to get back at Tora. He said that if he didn't get an answer that he would come after him. That's what happened until Ross got in the way. Edwards wasn't happy with it, but what can you do? Now, Edwards is set to take on Chucky, the man that he defeated to make it to the next round of the Asylum Tournament. Edwards was eliminated by Reno, and yes, he's pissed. But that doesn't bother him anymore. Now, he has to deal with Chucky Ross to prove that he deserves that shot against Tora, who doesn't seem to care too much about the Demolition Championship.* *Edwards usually doesn't care about title shots or anything of that nature, but he hates how disrespectful Tora has become towards a title that was held by many of the great superstars of the past. Yes! The Demolition championship was the main title of the past. It was held on the brand of Demolition and was held by the likes of JBL, Jason Krow, and so many others. But the new Demolition title that was held by the likes of Maki, Angel Kusanagi, Mr. Jinx, and Kiera Kartharsies was held with honor. Edwards now needs to go through Ross to get to Tora and bring honor back to the belt.* *The scene comes up in just a blank space with a few lights shining against a black background. It was nothing fancy this time around, and we see Jonathan Edwards sitting down with his back against the black background, and wearing a white tank top, black loose-looking fitting jeans, and black cowboy boots. His eyes stare gazed at the camera, and not caring about anything now. His knees are up to his chest and you can see his arms resting on them. The palm of his hand is open and then was tightly shut into a fist. His eyes were that of hate. Hate for what he wants to do to Ross and Tora. He wants them both to suffer badly.* "Everything that I've fought for was for not. I think about all the times that Tora walking around the hallways of the Sanatorium and not giving a care in the world about his championship. That belt, that title he holds is showing nothing but disrespect to all those that held it before him. But that is where I come in. Tora, you can continue to hold that belt, and you can continue to prove to the entire world that you don't care. Cause when I get my hands on you, I'm going to make sure the world cares about you. Because they know that when I get my hands on you, that I'm going to hurt you worse than what I did before, and you know it. But this isn't about you, Tora. This is about me and Chucky Ross."*He continued to look at the camera is a serious look. He doesn't move and continued with what he is saying.* "But everything that I'm telling you now Chuck is for real. Last time we faced, I've beaten you. You couldn't hang with me and you know it. You know deep down in your gut that you're not in the same league as me. But you already know that. You already know that when you step in the ring with me once again that this won't just be another wrestling match. This will be a bloodbath. It'll be something that shall be remembered for all time. The fight that will be brought won't be settled in that ring and you know that better than anyone Chuck. You know deep down in that soul of yours, or whatever it is that you have. Everything that you have ever said and done will be for not. You know as well as I do Chuck that we're destined to fight forever. But what better place than inside that nuthouse? Inside that place is where the madness and chaos will arise. But I guess that's why we're in this hell-hole, isn't it? We're here to get better as they like to say -- but that isn't the case. The place where we wait to fight for the fans."*He slowly shakes his head as he was thinking about that. He knows that he has no choice but to entertain the fans no matter how bad it gets. He leaned forward a bit while he kept his eyes dead set on the camera leans.* "But it doesn't matter about the fans because they're not in the ring with us. They sit home in the living room watching it on the TV. But that honestly doesn't bother me because as I said, I don't care. I only care about one thing and that's hurting you, Ross. I want to make sure you understand that I'm there to make people pay."
"But if you want to know the truth, I didn't want to fight you. All I wanted was to tear Tora apart for his disrespectful attitude towards a belt that was held by some of the greatest superstars. But since you're my opponent, I see myself tearing you apart, to give Tora a message that he shall never forget. So, I would say sorry for you being used as a messenger boy, but I'm not. I can't wait to get in the ring with you because I know I'm going to hurt you so fucking badly. I'm going to give you the biggest punishment in the history of Sanatorium history. The history that shall be unleashed upon you will be devastating. You shall Understand the pain and punishment that await you. Do you want to know something? People think that I'm there to hurt people and they could be right. But what is right is setting things straight. At Sanatorium, the war will start. Chucky, let me give you some advice."He smiles as brings his arms up and shows the tattoo on his knuckles and saying STAY DOWN. "STAY THE FUCK DOWN!"*Fades!*
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