Post by Rhaps on Jul 4, 2008 11:26:36 GMT -4
OOC: This isn't an aired promo merely something to build the storyline.
Rhaps twitches on his bed, dreams and recollections sub conciously working their way back. A young Rhaps is seen sitting in a garden somewhere in England. He is sat around a table with a faceless person, sharing heated words. Rhaps suddenly stands up, his voice exploding outwards, anger and hostility being screamed at the individual in front of him.
Rhaps: I don't care what you think. I'm doing it because I enjoy it.
Man: There's no money in it Richard. Don't be a fool! You could get seriously hurt and for what? To end any chance of a decent normal career before you hit 25. Be reasonable.
Rhaps: No, I'm doing it and that's it. You won't stand in my way now. You've been trying for years and now I've got the chance, I'm taking it.
Man: But don't you see, your home's here not in America. When will you see your family? When will you stop chasing pipe dreams and realise that your future is at stake?
Rhaps: Never.
Rhaps storms off leaving the man to slump forwards in his chair, holding his head in his hands as he begins crying gently. A firm and resuolute Rhaps doesn't look back as he leaves his home for the last time.
The next memory works its way forwards, a slightly older Rhaps seen in a rickety gym. The name of the promotion seen in bold lettering painted on the side as the paint continues to flake and wither away from the edge. Rhaps' face remains staunch as he continues to lift weights over his head, the monotonous regularity keeping him sustained. Somebody walks in and watches Rhaps, nodding at his progress. He puts the weight down before sitting up, rubbing his aching muscles.
Trainer: You're improving Richard. Its nice to see your dedication and commitment. I think its about time you get your first taste of what in ring action is like.
Rhaps: Spare me. You've been promising that for months and no matter what I do, you always put more high profile men on the match cards. All I've done for the last two years is be hired as a jobber by the big federations, but no more.
The trainer has a look of indignant surprise as Rhaps storms out. He stops and turns around, raising his arm to address the man.
Rhaps: I'm only doing this for myself, you understand that.
Rhaps stirs in his sleep, his eyes opening a crack before he finally settles back into a comfortable rhythm of sleeping. Cloudy images pool within his mind, taking root as the younger version of him practices throwing moves against a fellow superstar. Unknown to either of them, a man is staring through the windows watching their progress. Rhaps' memory remains clouded as he envisions himself hitting an arm drag takedown on his sparring partner, rocketing him across the canvas.
The action changes, showing Rhaps shaking the hands of the owner of the indy federation he was a part of. A few cameras flash, capturing the historic moment set to change Rhaps' life forever. Behind them, a man stares at them, unmasked hate and loathing being directed at the Safety Ranger. The man's face remains blurred as the owner's voice rises into the air.
Owner: And so its with great pleasure that I officially announce that my friend and colleague, Richard Adam Parsons, has been drafted by Gods and Heretics Wrestling to compete on the Saturday Night Revelations brand. I'm sure Richard, or Rhaps as he likes to be called, will bring pride to his new home, as he takes the pride of this very federation for being such a distinguished member of its alumni.
More photographs are taken as Rhaps shakes the hand of the owner. The memories shift, showing more and familair sequences taking place in GHW. Rhaps' debut match for the Triumph Championship and Rhaps' awe as he looks at the main eventers, wishing to be one of them. Rhaps' first title win flecks into his mind as the memories shift, chronicling Rhaps' rise through the ranks of the very best at GHW. His memories eventually culminate in Rhaps' title loss to Vladimir Strife.
One last hazy image emerges from the fogs of his mind. Rhaps has a shaken demeanour about him as he puts the telephone down after the threatening message. He walks away, sitting in a chair, his shoulders hunched nervously. The words echo in his mind once more. 'Your lies will soon be revealed Richard. Very Soon'
Rhaps suddenly shoots up in his bed, a cold sweat breaking out. He shakes his head, trying to forget the images collection within before staring out into the night, quietly regarding the haunting telephone call.
EoT - Comments Wlcome.
Rhaps twitches on his bed, dreams and recollections sub conciously working their way back. A young Rhaps is seen sitting in a garden somewhere in England. He is sat around a table with a faceless person, sharing heated words. Rhaps suddenly stands up, his voice exploding outwards, anger and hostility being screamed at the individual in front of him.
Rhaps: I don't care what you think. I'm doing it because I enjoy it.
Man: There's no money in it Richard. Don't be a fool! You could get seriously hurt and for what? To end any chance of a decent normal career before you hit 25. Be reasonable.
Rhaps: No, I'm doing it and that's it. You won't stand in my way now. You've been trying for years and now I've got the chance, I'm taking it.
Man: But don't you see, your home's here not in America. When will you see your family? When will you stop chasing pipe dreams and realise that your future is at stake?
Rhaps: Never.
Rhaps storms off leaving the man to slump forwards in his chair, holding his head in his hands as he begins crying gently. A firm and resuolute Rhaps doesn't look back as he leaves his home for the last time.
The next memory works its way forwards, a slightly older Rhaps seen in a rickety gym. The name of the promotion seen in bold lettering painted on the side as the paint continues to flake and wither away from the edge. Rhaps' face remains staunch as he continues to lift weights over his head, the monotonous regularity keeping him sustained. Somebody walks in and watches Rhaps, nodding at his progress. He puts the weight down before sitting up, rubbing his aching muscles.
Trainer: You're improving Richard. Its nice to see your dedication and commitment. I think its about time you get your first taste of what in ring action is like.
Rhaps: Spare me. You've been promising that for months and no matter what I do, you always put more high profile men on the match cards. All I've done for the last two years is be hired as a jobber by the big federations, but no more.
The trainer has a look of indignant surprise as Rhaps storms out. He stops and turns around, raising his arm to address the man.
Rhaps: I'm only doing this for myself, you understand that.
Rhaps stirs in his sleep, his eyes opening a crack before he finally settles back into a comfortable rhythm of sleeping. Cloudy images pool within his mind, taking root as the younger version of him practices throwing moves against a fellow superstar. Unknown to either of them, a man is staring through the windows watching their progress. Rhaps' memory remains clouded as he envisions himself hitting an arm drag takedown on his sparring partner, rocketing him across the canvas.
The action changes, showing Rhaps shaking the hands of the owner of the indy federation he was a part of. A few cameras flash, capturing the historic moment set to change Rhaps' life forever. Behind them, a man stares at them, unmasked hate and loathing being directed at the Safety Ranger. The man's face remains blurred as the owner's voice rises into the air.
Owner: And so its with great pleasure that I officially announce that my friend and colleague, Richard Adam Parsons, has been drafted by Gods and Heretics Wrestling to compete on the Saturday Night Revelations brand. I'm sure Richard, or Rhaps as he likes to be called, will bring pride to his new home, as he takes the pride of this very federation for being such a distinguished member of its alumni.
More photographs are taken as Rhaps shakes the hand of the owner. The memories shift, showing more and familair sequences taking place in GHW. Rhaps' debut match for the Triumph Championship and Rhaps' awe as he looks at the main eventers, wishing to be one of them. Rhaps' first title win flecks into his mind as the memories shift, chronicling Rhaps' rise through the ranks of the very best at GHW. His memories eventually culminate in Rhaps' title loss to Vladimir Strife.
One last hazy image emerges from the fogs of his mind. Rhaps has a shaken demeanour about him as he puts the telephone down after the threatening message. He walks away, sitting in a chair, his shoulders hunched nervously. The words echo in his mind once more. 'Your lies will soon be revealed Richard. Very Soon'
Rhaps suddenly shoots up in his bed, a cold sweat breaking out. He shakes his head, trying to forget the images collection within before staring out into the night, quietly regarding the haunting telephone call.
EoT - Comments Wlcome.
