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Your future is dim; W29 - RP#1
Topic Started: Jul 2 2011, 04:48 AM (93 Views)
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(The moonlight peaks through half-closed curtains as the camera shot focuses in on yet another hotel room. Lying in the bed, with the covers pulled up to their chests, are Sean Edmunds and Miss Karla. Karla holds a magazine open, thumbing through the pages and glancing briefly at articles condemning Oprah’s recent weight gain, rumors about the latest kid adopted by Brangelina, and the best (and worst) bikini bodies. Edmunds, on the other hand, is staring intently at the television, pointing the remote and clicking over … and over … and over .. and over. Finally he tosses the remote in between the two and stares at the camera.)

EDMUNDS: “The worst part about being on the road for over 300 days a year is that you see the same things on television every single night. After all, there were only seven or so seasons of Without a Trace. Seven seasons, 22 episodes or so.. that equals what, 104 episodes? Math has never been a strong suit of mine. But you see my predicament. 300 days a year .. many, MANY years on the road.”

(Edmunds brings his arms behind him and rests his head on his hands. He glances over at Karla and smiles.)

EDMUNDS: “Not to mention the same old stories being rehashed in the rags. Celebrity A is dating Celebrity B, who used to be Celebrity C’s boyfriend. Celebrity D is pregnant by a commoner, while Celebrity D’s father has forbidden her from having the baby or else lose her claim to the family fortune. It is the same thing, day in and day out. So you can imagine how unsurprised I was when I logged on to the WARPED website earlier today to listen to Anton Chase dragging on about how he’s the Future.”

(He nods, the sarcasm dripping out his eyes.)

EDMUNDS: “I guess when you’ve got as little to be proud about as Anton does, you’ll grasp on to any little achievement and gush over it. Yes, Anton, you walked away from WARPED 28 with the championship dangling behind you. But you didn’t beat me. You still have never defeated me. Once again you took the easy way out. First you scurried away after defeating Malik Logan. Last week you picked off Grendel when you knew the only REAL threat to your belt was out of reach. But you can’t run anymore. You can’t hide behind the Logans and the Grendels. WARPED 29 … one-on-one.”

(Karla glances over at Edmunds and sighs under her breath, obviously none-too-pleased that Edmunds is cutting a promo when she’s trying to “read.” Edmunds shoos her quiet.)

EDMUNDS: “And to sweeten the deal, to make you feel just the TEENIEST bit more comfortable, WARPED has made this a ladder match. You said it yourself, ladder matches are your forte… you’re the Evolution Champion … in YOUR element .. trying to successfully defend your belt for the third time in a row. Everything seems to be in your favor now, doesn’t it, Anton? Your smile is getting a little bit bigger as the days wind down to WARPED 29… but tell me.. enlighten me, if you will … what are you going to do when I rip the Evolution Championship from your waist? How are you going to SURVIVE when the bell rings … and you’ve been beaten at your own game? How will Anton Chase be able to look at himself in the mirror … on the same night that his cowardliness was exposed to the WORLD?”

(Karla tosses the magazine on the floor next to the bed and turns on her side. Gripping a pillow with one hand, she puts it over her head.)

EDMUNDS: “You had a neat little run, I’ll admit. If you had asked me two months ago whether I’d have the opportunity at WARPED 29 to win the Evolution Championship from Anton Chase, I would have choked on my dinner! It would have put me in the damn hospital.”

(He rubs his throat..)

EDMUNDS: “But it’s over, Anton. Deep down you know it is. You’ve had your fun, you’ve got your name in the record books… and you had the opportunity to show what you’re made of.”

(He rolls his eyes.)

EDMUNDS: “The ball is in your court. This is YOUR match. This is for YOUR championship. And … this is YOUR swansong. Because when the ladder locks into the place … when the belt rests comfortably in the hand of the man who reached into the heavens and brought it back down to earth … you’ll be looking up … and watching SEAN EDMUNDS crowned the Evolution Champion.”

(Edmunds reaches across the night stand and takes the cord in his hand.)

EDMUNDS: “You’re like a rerun, Anton.. kept me on the edge of my seat the first viewing … but then? You just become predictable.”

(The light goes off … and a muttered “finally” can be heard from Karla’s side of the bed.)
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