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Grave Circumstances; Jake Roberts RP #1
Topic Started: 9 Jan 2016, 06:06 PM (82 Views)
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The scene begins in a dark room, almost like a crypt or catacombs of some sort as the camera tries to focus and see what's around it. Cobwebs are heavy in the corners of the room. The floor is made of dirt, and the walls and ceiling are stone. Coffins line the walls in sections carved out for them, covered in dust and spider webs. The cameraman is looking around to find something, a flashlight mounted atop his camera, when he finds Jake "The Snake" Roberts sitting on the floor, his head on his knees, seemingly ignoring the cameraman altogether as he stares at the floor, his face showing little sign of emotion. Suddenly, he speaks.

Jake Roberts: You know, there once was a time where I hung around areas like this for fun. I'd cut chilling promos on my opponents, telling them of what was to come if they crossed Jake "The Snake" Roberts in the ring. I'd use the art of psychological warfare to have my opponents shaking in their boots before they even made it to the ring, making the physical part of my job easier on most occasions.

But, not too long ago, a crypt like this is where I would have ended up, but not of my own will. I wouldn't be here cutting promos, no sir. I'd be here as a rotting corpse, locked inside a casket after I died from succumbing to this world's deadly vices. No longer would I prowl these morose halls among the living, but I would dwell within them, doomed to an eternal hell as my body lay dormant and stagnant, a shell of my last days on this Earth.

So the question is: Why am I back here? Is it to remember my days as the most devious and sadistic man to enter a wrestling ring? No, this is a grim reminder for me of where I was in my life only a few years ago, and where I could have been had I continued down that path. This is how I prepare myself mentally for this Sunday. I step into the ring again, this time as a participant in a 20-Man Battle Royal for the FWI World Championship. Seeing how far I've come since the days where I abused my privilege of life by indulging in foul addictions is soothing to my old soul, but also lets me appreciate that my life is far from over. This Sunday, in the Georgia Dome, I walk into that ring, with Damien slung over my shoulder, ready to etch my name in the annals of history as the inaugural FWI World Heavyweight Champion. It matters not who stands in the way, be they 7 feet tall and 500 pounds, or some of the meanest, cruelest, sickest bastards to lace up a pair of boots. I will do everything in my power to come out on top.


Jake stops, then chuckles to himself a bit before standing up. He looks around, then places his hand on one of the coffins behind him.

Jake Roberts: And maybe, just maybe, I'll send someone down here in my place...

Jake chuckles to himself as he walks away out of sight. The scene fades to black.
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