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Post by the Hive on Dec 11, 2020 9:42:24 GMT -5
Cillian Quinn versus Jonathan Edwards
Cillian Quinn is another new face, in Sanatorium for a poisoning charge against a fellow competitor over a title match. Meanwhile, Jonathan Edwards is coming off a title match wronging at Grindhouse. If Edwards can't get his hands on Nishida or Ross, is Quinn an apt substitute? Does the punishment fit the crime for Quinn?
Roleplay Deadlines:
Friday, December 18th, 2020 at 9 PM PST, 12 AM EST, 11 PM CT(US)
Saturday, December 19th, 2020 at 5 AM(UK)
Roleplay Limit
2 RPs, up to 1000 words apiece
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A single RP, up to 2000 words
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Post by 𝘑𝘖𝘕𝘈𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘕 𝘌𝘋𝘞𝘈𝘙𝘋 on Dec 15, 2020 0:57:21 GMT -5
I'M THE VENGEFUL ONE!
HUMAN PREDATORS ALL GONE MAD!
"FUCKING RIDICULOUS!"
Those words that got spoken from behind the black screen of this promo. What happened at Grindhouse was something wasn't supposed to happen, and it was the match that was for the Demolition title. That match got stolen from Edwards, and now it won't be pretty for anyone. Edwards got rob of what would've been his, and now it's not.
The scene comes up, and Edwards is sitting on the steps inside of the sanatorium. He's wearing a denim jeans vest, denim jeans, and black sneakers on his feet. His eyes are that of anger and looked at that camera that's in front of him. He wasn't happy and couldn't think of anything other than what happened. It was almost like a nightmare that he couldn't wake up from, and that pisses him off even more. He sighs and begins to speak.
"Grindhouse was a fucking joke, at least to what happened to me in the match. Fucking Tora handcuffed me to the ropes, and that screwed me. It was a fucking cheap move, and for what? Only to be pinned in the middle of the ring?" Smirks "What a joke. People have told me that I deserve the belt. I was a hero. I was their idol. Guess what? I failed because of Tora. Now what? What is Edwards going to do now that he lost? Who knows, honestly."
"All I know is that I don't care anymore. I don't care about anyone anymore. I went into Grindhouse to prove that there were some honor and dignity left in this brand, but I guess that's thrown out the window? Everything that I've ever done was to make sure that you people get the things that you deserve..." Shakes head slowly "But I guess that doesn't matter, does it? It doesn't matter what I want, as it was only the will of the management to see someone who left the Demolition Champion in darkness. Why? He didn't deserve the title, nor did Tora. Those two people don't care about the history of that title like I do, and I continue to repeat the same thing over and over. Yet, nobody want's to open up their ears, and that's their fault."
He put his hands on the handlebar and gets up. He couldn't believe what is happening now, but that's all part of the game. He put his hands in his pockets and walks off the steps.
"Getting screwed at Grindhouse shows me that there is no dignity left in this world. So, why should I continue to show any dignity to anyone? I guess you can say after that bullshit that happened that I don't have to worry about making anyone happy again."
"But that lost? That loss has set me off, and I'm going to hurt anyone that stands in my way of getting something that would've been mine in the first place. And it seems like that unfortunate soul is you, Cillian Quinn. It's decided that you'll be stepping in the ring with me, Jonathan Edwards. I have to say that is bad timing for you, boy. You see, I don't who you are or where you came from, Quinn. When you step in the ring with me, I tend to show up and fight. I fight with everything to make sure I show my dominance. You wouldn't understand any of that because you don't know anything about me, Quinn."
He gets off the steps and walks down the hallway. He saw the cells and looks at some of the inmates sleeping. He knows that he should be asleep, but this was something he had to do.
"Quinn, I ain't here to make friends. I'm here to kick ass and prove to the world just how brutal I can be. You will understand that when we face off. I'm not going to show mercy to you. You need to understand what happens when we get in that ring. You need to realize that I'm not the type of man that you want to piss off."
"Listen up, sport. I want you to understand what kind of trouble you're got yourself into, and I want you to listen clearly to what I have to say. You see, you're going in the ring with a man who is so pissed off that he would rather rip your head off instead of looking at you. Anyone who knows me knows that in that ring, I don't care who I have to hurt. I don't care about anyone else but me. I don't care about you, management, or anyone. Why should I care? Why should I care about what people think, knowing how they fucked me over at Grindhouse?
See, I'm so done playing the good guy and knowing I'm just going to get fucked over once again. Nope, not this time. This time, I'm sending a message to Chucky. I want him to know what he has doesn't belong to him. He has something THAT SHOULD BE MINE! I busted my ass for this brand and those people out there. No more. When we fight, I'm going to fuck your world up, Quinn. Those people are looking at me as the hero and getting back up from a defeat, but what they won't realize is that I'm so over playing the hero for the men, women, and children. This time, I do things my way."
He shakes his head as he walks to his cell. He rubs his fingers against the cold steel and starts thinking about everything that he's said. His back is on the camera before he turned over and locking his eyes on the lens.
"You'll understand the pain, Quinn. In this place, you're the victim, and I am the predator."
He gets a smile on his face and shows his tattoos that say STAY DOWN!
"And you will learn the words, STAY DOWN!"
FADES!
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