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Post by Eden on Feb 11, 2021 22:34:51 GMT -5
LOCATION &a ARENASYRENE, CALIFORNIAELYSIUM ARENAROLEPLAY & SEGMENT DEADLINES Friday, February 19th, 2021 at 9 PM PST, Midnight EST, 11 PM CT (US) Saturday, February 20th, 2021 at 5 AM (UK) Saturday, February 20th, 2021 at 4 PM (AUS)
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SEGMENTS Reward: 1 bonus point added to your total rp score. Must be RSVPed by the RP deadline and submitted by Sunday Midnight CT (US), either in standard results code or plain script style. Open to Anyone! Match Seven: International #1 Contendership Havoc versus Josh KaineWell now, here is a match that would highlight just about any show in ANY company. Kaine has been white hot, and Havoc is coming off let's just say it has been a rough stretch. Does Kaine earn a big chance at the International title, or does Havoc earn a chance to add a piece to his legacy here in WWH?
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Post by Josh Kaine | Maggie McIntyre on Feb 26, 2021 22:48:12 GMT -5
The moon shines brightly through the canopy of trees as Josh Kaine sits on a low branch of an old cypress. A dim lantern is next to him, illuminating just enough of the area around him to see that a massive dog lies curled at the base of the trunk. The dog called Roo has her head up, keeping an eye out for some danger.
“Ain’t no reason to argue the fact that y’all know I deserve this.
Gone up against the biggest and best in this company, came out on top every time...well, only one person was able to put me down so far and I have no doubt we’re gonna lock horns again soon. Renee Jonae’s a beast in the ring and she’s the kinda competitor that makes ya just want to work all the hard to beat her.
But there ain’t no reason to beat around the bush.
I’ve got a shot at the number one contendership for the International Championship and I ain’t gonna let it slip by me. I ain’t just gonna roll over and play dead neither. We ain’t met in person yet, Mr. Havoc, but I know just from how Nikki talks about ya and what I’ve seen ya do in the ring that you ain’t gonna take it easy on me. Hell, the world got to watch you lose both of your titles. You lost the World Championship to a man I beat in threeway with ol’ Mr. Thor during the Shogun tournament.
I know you like to tell folks if’n they join Ashes that they won’t walk alone, but lookin’ at you lately...that’s all you really been doin’.
Renee Jonae and her friends got real high and mighty judgin’ me back when I first started here...decidin’ up front not to like me on principle just because I had a past with your tag partner. Now I got more than just a past with her. Nikki and I got a future together too, for however long she wants me around.
I just gotta question your whole never-walk-alone-shtick, Mr. Havoc.
I’ve been on Dystopia probably six or so months and I ain’t seen you at her side more times than I can count on one hand. Hell, I ain’t even see a fuckin’ text from you pop up on her phone...not that I go through her phone, that’s some shady shit for a partner to do.
But hell man, we live together. It’s a small space, especially when you have Roo the Wardog to maneuver around. You can’t not see each other’s phone screens sometimes.
A man’s only as good as his word.
And I know you usually got a lot of words for us.”
Josh pauses for a moment, smiling to himself as some coyote howl echoes through the night air. The sound draws Roo’s attention as she quickly turns her head, growling deeply. She slowly gets to her feet, scenting the air. They’re downwind. It’s just a matter of time.
The red mastiff looks up to Josh and he lets out a short whistle, nodding in the direction of the sound. All hundred plus pounds of Roo take off deep into the woods as the son of Sinn turns back to the camera.
“Where you been, Mr. Havoc? Been more than one occasion that Nikki coulda used your help and you ain’t been nowhere to be found. She was walkin’ alone for a while--you been too wrapped up in your own bullshit? I ain’t got no love for folks that don’t keep their word. You tell folks they’ll never walk alone when you’re grandstandin’ but I think we’ve all see that’s a load of bullshit. You ain’t no different from any other self-absorbed dude who plays that he’s the big bad evil guy in the ropes.
We all know you’re talented as hell--you were a double champion for a long fuckin’ span.
But you ain’t got the shiny gold to lure folks in and distract ‘em no more.
Folks’re gonna see the real you at the Elysium Arena in Syrene.
I’m gonna make sure of it."
Josh is interrupted by a deep baying from a hundred yards off. He knows the sound of Roo’s voice like his own. He goes silent, looking off into the distance. Another sound, like a rough squealing bark, travels on the wind to Josh, but he knows it isn’t Roo. It’s her prey. Another bellow from the red mastiff before the canid hunter catches what she’s chasing, the struggle over in a matter of moments.
The teenager jumps down from his perch, whistling for his faithful companion.
Roo comes trotting towards him, the dim lantern light showing Josh her joyous face as she stops a few feet from him. She drags a small deer with her, her teeth sunk deeply into the tawny fur of the neck. A young doe. Josh smiles as Roo begins to wag her tail excitedly. It takes a moment before she finally lets the deer drop and she licks her jowls clean of the blood.
Josh bends down, grasping the front legs and pulling the bloody thing over his shoulder with ease.
It will make a fine dinner once skinned and bled out. But it won’t be just for him.
He picks up the lantern with the other hand, laughing softly to himself.
"Ain’t nothin’ I like more nowadays than tearing down some bullshit and showin’ the truth of things to the world. Hell, I got to do that to myself awhile back. Stopped clownin’ around and figured out exactly what I wanted from her--told her the truth of things about how I felt and how much I hurt her ending things like I did. Nikki ain’t the type to just take you at your word, she’s lost enough to have learned that you can’t just believe people when they say they’ll change. They gotta show it through their everyday actions.
I don’t see no difference in you from when I first heard about you until now.
You just ain’t got the shiny belts and you been knocked down off that pedestal.
I ain’t gonna judge my girlfriend for who she chooses to associate with...I don’t wanna be judged by the Revolutionaries just because I have a vague association with you through Nikki. Ain’t my place to judge no one without knowin’ em first and I know enough about ya Mr. Havoc to not like what I see.
You ain’t a champion no more, but that don’t mean you ain’t dangerous.
Just because you got toppled, don’t mean it’ll be a cake walk to beat you.
I’m gonna give you every ounce of effort I have...same as I did Mr. Thor and Mr. Zolton.
You wanna have a shot at bein’ a champion again, Mr. Havoc, you gotta get through me first.
And I’m hungry for this.
Starvin’.
Ravenous.
I’ve been achin’ for a chance at gold here in WWH and I finally got a straight path towards it. I hope you’re ready for this, Mr. Havoc. I’m bringin’ teeth and claws and Ragnarok. The WWH is gonna get to see the three-headed beast called Cerberus rise up again.
You won’t be walkin’ alone through this one.
The Hunter’s right behind you, Mr. Havoc and I’ve fixin’ to bring you down."
We see him come up to a clearing in the forest.
Roo walks next to Josh as he approaches his childhood home, where his girlfriend and family slumber inside. The Hunter stops at the stairs to the back porch, taking the doe from his shoulders and securing the back legs in chains before hauling it up. He pulls a knife from the small of his back, taking care to carve out the belly. The innards fall to a tarp below as he works. The deer will hang here to drain.
Josh pulls back, admiring his handiwork. This will make for a fine meal after Dystopia.
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