Rarely In The Cards

Roleplay Roleplay by REX MCALLISTER
On Thu, Nov09, 2017 8:59am America/Phoenix
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Rarely In The Cards
The scene pans to the streets of Albany, Georgia, where it's not too crowded with people. It's night time, but the night lights in the downtown area gave it the necessary brightness needed for this point in the night. The shot eventually shows Rex McAllister walking alone. He's surprisingly well disguised, as no one to this point has been able to recognize him under his plain black baseball cap that he happens to be wearing backwards, dark black sunglasses, grey sweater, dark blue jeans, and black tennis shoes. Rex has his hands in his pockets as he walks at a normal pace. Rex's mind runs amok, and this was nothing that should come as a shock to anyone who truly knows him. Rex was always thinking, always calculating his moves, many so far in advance that would believe there was not a thing that he really did that second thoughts or hesitation was completely out of the question. Rex also takes in some of the chatter from the locals as he walks by still going undetected as he does. 

V/O: Just looking...looking at them all. Looking as some walk these streets, some with great ambitions, hope, and futures from which to build the fantastic kingdoms as they foresee it to be in their realities. Others, not so much. They walk, but without a strong given purpose for their existence.

Rex continues to walk still going undetected by everyone as he does. On the exterior viewing from the outside would appear to be a man that is shielding himself off from the world, someone who is hiding. However, underneath the dark tinted sunglasses there's a great mind at work, thinking, plotting his next moves, but also an angry man with vengeance on his mind. He understood though that he mustn't dwell on things he no longer controls.

V/O: Overall, people, they're more difficult to work with than machines. Once you break a person, they're rarely if ever able to be fixed. Though that...that's only made possible by their own hands. So many never find or figure out that it's simply better to just let go. Tying weights to their ankles, many let it weigh on them and pull them down until they're no more.

The camera shows Rex from the front, and then the view from his perspective. Rex still walking straight ahead slightly raises his dark sunglasses before lowering them again. He was getting a good look at the Stageman Coliseum from a distance. It's quite clear now where he's going, and what his destination happens to be.

V/O: They succumb to their emotions, instead of using them, enjoying them, dominating them with iron fist. Allowing their emotions to become a slave to their thoughts, while they become the slave to those emotions. Emotions, in my experience, aren't covered by single words. I don't believe in dwelling or being overcome with "sadness", "joy", or "regret". Those are single words that are given to rare moments in time. My career, my very existence is all the proof anyone needs to show just that. Single words don't describe what I've done in it...what I will eventually do.

Rex has now arrived at the Stageman Coliseum. It's well lit. He pulls out some papers and his identification to reveal to the attendant at the front doors. He soon is approved, and enters in through the main doors to the Coliseum, and disappears from the shot as the scene fades out.

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The scene fades in again. This time to show Rex McAllister alone in his locker room. He sits on one of the nearby sofas. He is looking directly at the camera. He no longer is sporting his dark sunglasses. He has removed his sweater to reveal a "Rex McAllister Rexcellence" tshirt. He is seemingly pondering what he is going to say. He has a look of annoyance, and frustration on his face.

Rex McAllister: I'll have to admit something right here from the start. I'm almost rendered speechless in so many ways. Left, for what seems like the first time in all of my time here, with nothing to show for my blood, sweat, and tears that I put in to one match. One match, that left me battered, bruised, and in some ways broken, but hardly defeated.

Rex leans forward, his elbows resting upon his knees with his hands clasped.

Rex McAllister: The House of Horrors, a match that I had mentioned would be a match worth talking about later for the one who would walk away as the victor, and...my stance on that has not changed. I don't have another big triumph added under my belt to boast about. I don't have that example that I was looking to set to validate the current status I hold within this company, and I won't even lie just to save face. I'm very pissed off about it!

Rex glares toward the camera

Rex McAllister: For almost a whole year, it was myself and Tommy Liption that spent our time dedicated to revitalizing the tag team division, and fortifying it for the future of those that were to come after us to hold those prestigious titles, and that...that was something that I took extreme pride in. However, it's always important to know when something has reached it's end. Closing circles, shutting doors, finishing chapters, it doesn't matter what we call it; what matters is knowing when that time has come. Once we knew it was our time to break away and branch out, I felt wholeheartedly that everything we both had been working toward was going to come to one of us, that everything being the Undisputed World Heavyweight Championship.

I was wrong.

Rex McAllister: That opportunity may have been missed, and someone else may occupy the throne at the apex of this company, but it won't last forever. It never does. One can't carry the world on their shoulders, no matter how broad they may be for a period of years or decades, just mere months. It's been proven over and over again, and that's one of the many reasons why they do say that history has a tendency often to repeat itself.

Rex says with a deadpanned look on his face.

Rex McAllister: There's so many ways to take what you want, to conquer as you see fit when you are looking to implement change. Sometimes it does involve sacrificing, failing just to obtain it.

But sometimes it doesn't.

Sometimes it is nothing more than the simple gritting of your teeth, and biding your time until yours comes again.

Once my time does come, there is very little to nothing that anyone will be able to do about it.

Rex says with a serious expression on his face. But slowly a grin appears, as he slowly nods his head, exuding confidence.

Rex McAllister: BUT...that's neither here nor there at the moment. That's the past, and the future, but certainly not the present. None of it has any direct correlation to this week. The circumstances are not as I had hoped at the moment, but they won't prevent me from doing what I do best. This week is the aftermath, the next step forward toward the promised Land, I guarantee it. Now that...was...REXCELLENT.

Rex reveals a hint of a smile as the scene slowly begins to fade.

***SCENE ENDS***

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