Before the cameras start rolling, it's been decided that a Dark Battle Royale Match will take place to warm up the audience before Apocalypse goes live. Who will set themselves as the guy to be on the lookout for the next month?
This is a thread for those on the current roster without an Apocalypse Match - Please be motivated to RP as there may be some surprises in place for those with good RPs
The scene opens up to a large building. Outside is the building are lots of people walking the steps, sitting around conversing, vendors selling food and merchandise. The camera cuts inside and reveals Jordan Lights sitting in an empty court room. He is sitting up at the judge's desk leaning back with his feet up on the podeum. Lights : Over the years, many people have been in and out of rooms just like this one all over the world. The guilty, the innocent, the wrongly accused, they have all come through here. Some would say justice has been served, others might think not. On the streets of my hometown, there was no court, there was no justice, it was only kill or be killed, survival of the fittest. I had to fight to survive, I had to deliver my own brand of justice to those who opposed me and stood in my way.
Jordan picks up the Javelin and the judge's robe from under the podeum and stares for a moment before throwing them to the ground.
Where I grew up, you didn't need a Javelin, or a robe to serve justice, you just needed to fight.
He stares off out at the window for a minute before knocking over the podium in frustration.
Out on those streets, I was the law, I was the justice! That was then and this way now.
He goes to the floor and grabs the Javelin and robe and looks at them again before leaving the court house.
I have been blinded ever since joining WZCW and now I see just how guilty each and every person is in that locker room. No one in that locker room is innocent, not the Pride of Toyota, not Blade, nor the Killjoy, or even our champion, Titus. The saying goes guilty until proven innocent. I abided by that on the streets and I abide by that now. I was no the law, I am the law. I was not the justice, I still am the Justice.
Lights is now out of the building and walking throughout the bustling city walking through the hundreds of people on the sidewalks as he ventures around.
Every one of the people you see around me, they are just like the people of WZCW. Liars and thieves all the same. Which brings me to to one man in particular. His name is Baller. He represents all that is wrong in WZCW. He is cocky, and arrogant, and he stole something very dear to me on the last Ascension. He stole the opportunity for my former partner and I to go for one final shot at the tag team championships, and for this he is indeed guilty, and he will not, nor shall not be proven innocent. Someday I shall pass judgement on him in a WZCW ring, and only then will he realize the consequences of his actions.
Lights has reached his destination though, as he stands outside an arena with a large poster drapped over it for the upcoming WZCW pay per view featuring a few of the match graphics for advertisement.
And this brings me to the pay per view. I am in a battle royal. It may be a dark match, but none the less, it is a match, and it is a chance to punish the guilty and send a message . The last time I was in a battle royal, I was just entering this business, and now, now I am a changed man. I have realized my destiny and that is to rid WZCW of the guilty and it all begins with this match. I may not know who my opponents are, but know this. If you come before me, you shall receive a punishment far worse then any court house can deliver. You shall all know the consequences of your actions and you will all be sentenced. Once am I done with them, I am going to find you Baller, and you too shall be sentenced.
Lights walks up around back of the building to the entrance for the wrestlers and as he does so he say's one last thing.
Remember, guilty until proven innocent, and there is no evidence, only a fight, good luck to you all. I am the judge, the jury, and the executioner, I am " The Justice " Jordan Lights.
The door closes as the scene fades to black.
Hi, you've reached the message bank of Steven Kurtesy, doctor of psychiatry. I am currently unable to take your call and it would be gladly appreciated if you left me a voice-mail after the tone.
BEEEEEEEP!
*static*... Steven... Steven, please. Stop ignoring me. We need to talk, it's important. I know that you're listening to me right now on the other end, Steven...
Please, pick up the phone...
...
... fine.
Click. Beep beep beep beep.
I'm sorry Sandy, I just... I just need some time alone.
Inside of his apartment, Steven Kurtesy lies on his bed. His body is motionless as he tries and gains some rest. Nothing has been able to awaken the sandman to put Steven to sleep for the night, not even the downpour of rain that always soothes his soul. All he wishes for is a couple hours of bliss, but there is too much on his mind. Kurtesy knew that not having an empty mind was the cause of all this and he had to rid his mentality of what was still inside his mind. Yet, if he unlocked it, the situation would cloud his judgments, something no psychiatrist wanted.
Caught in a moral quandary, Steven decided it was best to at least console himself. Sleep deprivation has never been a positive thing in Kurtesy's life, or for any of his patients for that matter. He wills himself to flip on his side to erase the previous message on his home phone... but something stops him. He, instead, hits the playback button:
*static*... Steven... Steven, please. Stop ignoring me. We need to talk, it's important. I know that you're listening to me right now on the other end, Steven...
Please, pick up the phone...
...
... fine.
He begins a train of thought.
She's quite the patient, Sandy. A master manipulator whose every action is beneficial only for her. When I'm around though, it's not the case. She feels as if she needs to take care of my best interests. Is it because I'm her attending psychiatrist? Does she really respect me as a doctor or can she gain something from this? Maybe I can indirectly ask her these questions during the next session...
Steven opens the draw of the bedside table and pulls out his notepad and pen to scribble down those questions. He re-reads what he wrote and continues to think.
What has she trying to get at over the past couple of weeks? Why is she so intent on making me part ways with Crashin and going solo? It's not like we've been a team forever and we're just starting to mesh. Doug has finally unlocked what makes him tick and I've been in the best shape of my life. We are so very close to becoming the dominating force that I'd imagine we'd be. All we need is time.
Steven puts away his stuff and turns to his other side to stare out of the window, water slowly drizzling down the glass.
How much time though? We can't keep going out on losing efforts and expect change to occur naturally. Relying on hope to make this team work isn't a safe bet.
Steven closes his eyes and breathes deeply.
I fear that Sandy is correct. I can't help but feel that the signs are coming to fruition. We lose the tag team championship match, we lose against the former champions, and we lose to a debuting team. Then, in a singles match, I defeat a champion cleanly and decisively.
Steven flips onto his back and stares at the ceiling.
I shouldn't be jumping to conclusions just yet, I need to really sit down and analyse this when I have the time and the energy. I still need to make contact with Doug. He says he has something very important he'd like to discuss with me.
Steven looks back over to his phone still flashing about the voice-mail Sandy left. He remembers that he needs to contact her too.
I'd rather get some sleep, even if it will most likely be disrupted, but I've got to talk to someone about this. I've got know how it makes them feel about the situation... the question is, who? Do I call someone that I trust more than anyone in the world and is the objective observer, or do I go with the mentally-stable person who is the only other person who is on the same level of understanding of being a team?
Steven contemplates for a couple of minutes before making his decision. He dials in a number on the phone.
Inside the Apocalypse arena somewhere backstage, Steven Kurtesy is seen walking towards the medical room where Leon Kensworth is holding a conversation with one of the WZCW crew. As Steven enters through the door, Leon excuses himself and follows him.
Hey Steven, you're here quite early.
Of course Leon, I have to get ready for tonight. I've never worked in this environment before and I'd like to make myself comfortable, though the conditions are pretty sub-par.
I wouldn't call being in a pre-show match the best of options, but at least you get to wrestle tonight. It's great exposure and a chance for you to prove yourself. You shouldn't be complaining.
Steven drops his bag.
Who said I was referring to the "Battle Royale?" Quite frankly, having the chance to go out there and earn an easy victory is very welcoming. It's the fact that I have been assigned to be one of the medical trainers and examiners for tonight's proceedings. I know that the staff need an expert such as myself to be able to cope with the matches on the card. These nursing drop-outs couldn't even cure my mild injuries I suffered a few weeks back. I had to do it, with a concussion.
Steven picks up some medical supplies, laughs at it in disgust and throws it behind him. The smashing of the glass makes Leon concerned about what could happen tonight. He decides to change the subject.
You seemed more concerned about your one-off assignment than your match tonight. You shouldn't be so cocky.
Steven stops for a moment before continuing through his examining of the supplies.
This has nothing to do with cockiness at all. The doctor has made his analysis about the "Battle Royale," if you can call it that. I mean, when did three people ever constitute a big multi-man match such as a Battle Royale?
Three? I think you're mistaken. There is more than just three guys entering the match.
Steven laughs.
What, are you really considering those guys from the farm territories threats, let alone competitors? There was a reason why I skipped the developmental leagues in the first place. Seriously, name off the top of your head besides me who could possibly be free to compete in this match?
Leon ponders for a while before answering.
Well, I know Jordan Lights is here and he's not in a match.
Kurtesy finishes up with the cabinet.
That's two including me. Who else?
Hmm... Doug Crashin's your tag team partner, so I'd assume he'd be joining you in the match too.
Kurtesy walks outside of the room, with Leon following.
Three.
Err... Karzai is a possibility...
Possibilities are endless. If you consider them, you might as well add Joseph Rios to the list. Stick to reality, Leon. There are three people in this match, essentially. One of them is me and the other is my tag partner. So really, I have to focus on one guy, my arch nemesis Jordan Lights. Let's face it, the guy is beneath me as a competitor. I have beaten him more times than Titus has lost matches since becoming World champion. He stands no chance. As for Doug, we're good friends. When it gets down to him and I one-on-one though, it's going to go to the guy with momentum, not the guy who took some time to rehabilitate. I've got this in the bag, Leon. Nothing to worry about.
Now, if you excuse me, I have to go consult with my "fellow peers" about standard procedures. That six-person ladder match for the Garbage Wrestling Championship is going to get messy.
Kurtesy walks off down the hallway leaving Leon behind as the scene fades to black.
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