Roleplay Roleplay by KURTIS RAY
On Mon, Dec11, 2017 12:00am America/Phoenix
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(The familiar sight of Kurtis Ray's living room fades into view. Christmas decorations have been put up, adding a homeyness and not-quite-gaudy cheer to the otherwise spartan trappings. Christmas music is playing from a Sonos speaker on the coffee table, and a pile of boxes are stacked near the sofa, apparently waiting to be wrapped. Kurtis finally appears from off-screen with a large glass of eggnog in one hand, several tubes of wrapping people under the other arm, and cheerfully whistling the familiar tune of 'Frosty the Snowman' in blatant opposition to the music playing over the speaker. Kurtis settles on the sofa, leaning over to grab one of the boxes and setting about the task of wrapping it.)

KURTIS: What up, Universe? Happy holidays. As you can see, I'm just getting to wrapping Christmas gifts. And with everything going on with Ravage and Holiday Hell, well... I don't want to spoil it, but there's a metaphorical bent here that Christmas gifts work as a pretty good illustration for.

(Kurtis chuckles to himself, taking a drink from the glass of eggnog before starting to cut a piece of wrapping paper to size.)

KURTIS: So first things first, I need to put it out there. Despite my festive cheer, what you have heard is true. Ever since Darkness stuck his business in my business at Ravage, I've been in a foul mood. I'm pissed off, to be completely frank. You all know why that is, too.

(Kurtis uses his scissors to cut a reasonably straight square of paper, setting the scissors and the roll of wrapping paper aside. He begins wrapping the first box, making sure all the corners are tight and straight.)

KURTIS: Much as the world champ might not like the fact that I have an opinion that is different than his, the fact remains that I do. Syndicate walked away with the win, but he didn't beat me and he didn't beat Rayne. The only reason Syndicate is world champion right now is because Darkness wants his rematch at Holiday Hell.

(Kurtis pauses for a moment, one hand clenching slightly, but he forces the cheerful smile back onto his face and takes another drink of the eggnog. He swallows thickly and then goes back to making sure the corners are crisp and beautiful on the parcel he's wrapping.)

KURTIS: Now earlier today, I was watching some of the WWX Classics shows when I saw Syndicate's promo. Bout how he wants to cause me pain, he wants to see me in agony, begging for mercy. He wants me to bleed, he wants to force me to recognize his legitimate claim to being the best in the world blah blah blah blah boring.

(Kurtis finishes up with the first package, scrutinizing it for a minute before moving on to the next one.)

KURTIS: It sounds like maybe, for the first time in a while, me and Syndicate are on the same page. Because I want all those things too, Syndicate. I want you to cause me pain. I want you to make me bleed. And I want to see the despair on your face, the shock when you realize that causing me train, making me bleed, making me suffer is not enough to stop the Hype Train. I've been there, sunshine. If you want to stand a chance in this match, you have to be prepared to destroy me, completely and utterly. Anything less isn't going to cut it.

(Kurtis smirks, cutting another square of paper and using it to start to wrap the second parcel.)

KURTIS: I don't think you have that resolve, Syndicate. I think you think you do. I think I finally managed to get far enough under your skin to start to gt through to you. I think I've made you mad enough that you THINK you have the resolve to do what needs to be done, but when we're in the ring, after I keep coming no matter what it is you do to me, you won't be able to pull the trigger. The difference between us, Syndicate, more so than anything else, is the fact that I will risk destroying myself. I can, and I WILL do whatever it takes to beat you, even if it means I can't walk out of that ring on my own.

(Kurtis finishes off with the second parcel, then drains the rest of the glass of eggnog. He leans forward, retrieving a prewrapped parcel from under the sofa. It has a tag on it that says 'To Syndicate.')

KURTIS: Now we're going to get to the metaphorical part I mentioned before. See this, Syndicate? This is a cardboard box wrapped with pretty paper and a big, shiny golden bow. And it's a pretty impressive job if I do say so myself. It looks good, it has something shiny on it to make it more eye catching. The fact that it's a Christmas gift gives it a sense of value greater than whatever is inside the box, not to mention the box itself. But you know what's funny?

(Kurtis rips off the paper, revealing the box for a Sonos bluetooth speaker.)

KURTIS: When you get rid of the fancy wrapper and the shiny golden bow, it's just another box. Nothing special. Nothing fancy. Just a box that has a Bluetooth speaker in it. The same overpriced, cheaply-made toy everyone else gets in their box. But there is something special about your box, Syndicate, and I put a lot of thought into it.

(Kurtis opens the box now, tipping it over on the coffee table and spilling out what looks like dirt.)

KURTIS: Manure. So you and this box have a lot in common.

(Kurtis laughs to himself, using the edge of his hand to clean most of the mess back into the box.)

KURTIS: On Ravage, you get the Hype Train fresh. No other matches, no shenanigans. And I won't need tools or interference to beat your ass into the mat. You may not like me, you may not respect me, you may not even have the sense to fear me. But when Ravage is in the books, when it's all said and done and you're staring up at those bright overheads you will know conclusively that you couldn't beat me. You might not like it, the fans might not like it, but you will be forced to accept the fact that you can't stop the Hype Train.

(Kurtis smiles, raising his empty glass in a mock toast.)

KURTIS: Come Holiday Hell, I'm going to be the one to strip you of your purpose, your reason for being. That starts on Ravage, and it won't stop until you have nothing left, Syndicate. You decided to make this personal. I'm just going to prove I'm better at it. All aboard.

(Kurtis picks up another box, preparing to start to wrap it. Almost as an afterthought, he reaches over and clicks off the camera.)

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