The Wildcard... (Xtraction RP)
Nov 17, 2017 18:01:31 GMT -5
Mongo the Destroyer and 𝓓𝓾𝓴𝓮 𝓚𝓸𝓼𝓵𝓸𝓯𝓯 like this
Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2017 18:01:31 GMT -5
*We cut to a corridor in the back end of the FWA’s own stadium, The Coliseum. Recently home to an explosive night of action, the air still smells of the blood, sweat, tears and fire that was Friday Night ColdWar. Yet again, Duke Kosloff and the entire roster of FWA pulled off an amazing show, and blew the roof on what can be expected for regular bi-weekly show, taking it to the extreme and back. For most contenders, the night went according to plan, but for one man, wrestling is the last thing on his mind...we cut to find Gill Snider in the hall, shuffling around a messenger bag overflowing with papers…*
“This cheap piece of crap...the strap broke last week, and not the thing won’t close...I need to get Levi to buy me a new bag, if he insists on me running updates on his website, Twitter, Facebook and pay-per-viewings, then he can file away the attendance reports!...c’mon Leon, let's go see the Godfather, it’s time for us to check in with him anyway…”
*The camera turns to show us the silent savage, Leon standing with Gill. In these dangerous times, with the Coliseum currently home to a roster packed of angry, stardom-hungry warriors, one can never be too careful. Especially when you are FWA’s top backstage interviewer. Gill leads the way through the building, with Leon strolling behind him, his large frame forming an invisible barrier around them both as people dart away and sidestep to let them pass.*
“Ah, here we are...let me just check and see if he’s here…”
*Outside a blank heavy wooden door, Gill once more tries to arrange his messenger bag, before knocking on the door. It is off the latch, but clearly that was not intended. The door slowly swings open to reveal a small slither of action from inside the room- the camera zooms in to show us Levi Kosloff sitting at his desk, arguing with another, unseen man.*
“...listen, you know the arrangement, you knew what I was asking from you. If you don’t like it, fine. The door is over there. But remember, walking out of that door is suicide. And I will make sure of that!”
“You dare threaten me? Sat on your lard-filled rear end, barking orders at me, as if I was some common mutt? I take orders from no man. I fear nobody. You struck up a deal with me, you gave me your word. And yet now you go back on it…”
“The arrangement was you fight for ME! Not come to my office after every match and shout out demands and requests, like a backstage diva!”
*The man leans into the shot, closer to Levi’s face, and we see that he is the highly feared maniac, Ozymandias.*
“Kosloff...heed my words. You have gotten what you requested from me, and in my eyes I have repaid you duly. I am owed from you, and I expect to see my payment soon. I will not fight another one of your theatrical shows, nor will I go to that ring and pretend that these men pose a threat to me. It is embarrassing to them, and to me!”
“You talk like you are such a big shot, but yet you are still without a victory in the FWA.”
“A victory? In the wrestling ring? I am trained to kill men with my bare hands. I have torn more eyes from men's heads than you could imagine, I have killed more opponents in battle than you have had women...this ‘ring’ is not a contest for me. It is entertainment for the masses of fools that fill your pockets, and grow your false power.”
“Regardless of all that, you made the deal with me...fight for me, and in return you will receive your freedom. I am a man of my word-”
“Then give me what I asked for! Do not force my hand against you Levi, you will be most regretful…”
*As the camera man leans in closer for a better shot, he pushes the door open, sending a loud ‘squeak’ of the old, unoiled hinge through the room. Both Levi and Ozymandias turn their attention to the doorway, and their uninvited guests.*
“It appears we have been stumbled upon...Kosloff, I will give you one week to deliver my demands. After than, no gang or organization will stop what I will do to you and your ‘company’. Am I clear?”
“...one week...OK, I can work with that. The last man to threaten me as such received a bullet...but for you, I will propose a counter offer. One more fight. Your biggest fight to date, here in the FWA.”
“I am done with your pantomime shows.”
“Hear me out...we have a BIG opportunity next week, with a new and fast-rising federation staking their claim in the industry...OUR industry...my cousin has arranged a little competition between the two feds. Their best five against our best five. You take a spot on that team and help them win...and maybe I’ll help you out then.”
*Ozymandias grabs Levi by the necktie, yanks him out of his seat across his desk, so that they are almost eye to eye. Leon Savage immediately bursts forward, but Kosloff holds up a hand to halt him in his tracks…*
“You do this for me, you help FWA win...and I will give you your freedom. I will arrange your safe passage back to the states, and a new name too. After all, I honored your last request didn’t I?”
“Barely.”
“Remind me again where the last two survivors of your ‘insurgent’ team are? Oh that’s right...cremated, following a prison riot. Look, I am not asking much, but I need to win this match...you do this for me, and I will honor my end of the deal. The bell rings on our victory, and you will get your papers...deal?”
*Ozymandias releases Levi, but continues to stare him down. A moment passes, intense with tension in the air, Leon ready to pounce.*
“...who shall be your other four?”
*Levi smiles, a snake-like crack spreading across his face.*
“Steve Dackle, Dylan Black, AK Andrews and Jackson Grace.”
*Ozymandias laughs loudly, his mask turning the sound into that of metals rubbing against each other.*
“The tag team champions of a corrupt organization, built on the black money of the mob. The masked man who I just dismantled with a sledgehammer. And the ‘champion’ who swings a chair around like a housewife swatting a fly with her magazine...you must not hold a lot of faith for success!”
“With you on the team as their tank, I am sure you will work better together.”
“I would rather crush the skull of Jackson Grace with my bare hands, than fight alongside him. Andrews proved to be nothing more than a nuisance, like a child with a wasp in his pants. And those other two...goons…”
*Ozymandias stops to look at Levi Kosloff a bit longer…*
“...who are we to face?”
“Sang-Hyun-Lee, a newbie from Korea...Price, a hardcore legend in the eyes of many...Scorpion, a dominant champion of the XHF for years...his biggest rival and equal, Rob Arnold...and the champion of the AXW, StormCrow…”
“So, a team of four champions...legends, plus a new kid that is good enough to fight alongside them...in a pit or fight club, I would have no trouble. But going by your ‘rules’, I do not hold much confidence in your team.”
“It’s going to be a ‘Hell Fire’ match...ropes will be replaced with barbed wire, there will be fire pits, weapons to use and so on. I not only want you to win, I want you to dismantle their team. Put their big attractions out for good, and shut down that puny company! FWA is starting to gather good momentum on the ratings, I don’t want some small jackass company treading on my turf.”
“It seems yet again your biggest fear is loss of money, and not the loss of your life...you should be more careful Kosloff.”
*Ozymandias turns to leaves the room…*
“And your answer?”
“...be there with my papers when it’s done...”
*Levi Kosloff cracks into his sadistic, worm grin once more, as Ozymandias pushes past Leon and Gill to exit the room. Gill quickly runs to Levi’s desk, opens his bag and dumps all the paperwork across his desk.*
“What the hell Snider! What is all of this?”
“Reports...stats, whatever you requested. Gotta go, I think I just found my exclusive...come on Leon, let's catch him!”
*Running out of the room, leaving a flustered and irate Kosloff behind, Gill and Leon hurriedly chase Ozymandias down the hallway. Gill shouts out his name, but he is ignored as Ozymandias continues to power walk forward.*
“Ozy...Ozy! Can I have a few moments of your time, to get an interview...just a few thoughts...about your match...Xtraction…”
“As always, you prove to be a pest…you have until the end of this corridor to ask your questions.”
*Gill pulls out a recorder, as he tries to keep up pace with Ozymandias and his determined stride.*
“Are you nervous after finding out who your opponents will be at Xtraction.”
“Nervous? Do I look like a fool? These men are nothing new, and like all men, they will have flaws. Weaknesses. Once exploited, they will fall to their knees. It is only a matter of finding out what that is.”
“How about your own team? Now that you know who you will be with, are you afraid they won’t match up?”
“I do not need a ‘team’ to fight five professional wrestlers. This whole charade baffles me. These men practise all their lives how to jump and fall on a mat, but none hold the capacity to take a punch. A kick. That will be their tragedy. That will be my success.”
“...we overheard you speaking with Levi…*whew* you walk really fast...you spoke with Levi about papers...what is that about?”
“None of your concern. If he holds his end of the bargain, I will finally be free of this wretched country.”
“What about the Firestorm Championship? Don’t you want revenge against Jackson Grace, and to try win your belt back?”
“Let the man have his gold. It might make him look better in front of his wife, his friends...a belt matters not to me, unless I am strangling him to death with it.”
“Er….*huff*, could you slow down?”
“I could...but I won't. We are almost here Snider. Prepare your last question.”
“Um...OK, last one...what do you predict happening at Xtraction?”
*They arrive at Ozymandias’ room, where he comes to a stop outside the doorway. Leon looks a little breathless after the fast paced walk, to which Ozymandias stares at him.*
“This entire organization is a sham. A spectacle. A false illusion of greatness. Look at Leon here, a large man that could have been a great enforcer, a marine or Navy SEAL perhaps...but he chose to stuff his face, fill his belly and now wears a mask to conceal his truth...that he is nothing. Yet, you elect him as head of security, the one man that couldn’t possibly enforce safety in the slightest.”
*Taken aback by the comment, Leon growls and squares up to Ozymandias, but falls short of about four inches as Ozy stand taller over him, leaner and broader.*
“I should beat this man to death right here, to show you the truth of the smoke and mirrors the Kosloff’s have built. No man within these walls proves as much of a threat to anyone as I. No man proves as much of a fighter as I. If it means my escape from this sad lie, then I will put on one last show for the slobbering masses, and defeat this would-be team of degenerates. I require no assistance and no camaraderie, but needless to say it will be offered. Most likely the night will sway one of two directions...I will go in like a one man wrecking ball and tear down the very structure of the opposition. Or the latter…”
*He looks at Gill, then back to Leon.*
“...the illusion of great power will be displayed, giving my team a moment of stardom, as they flip, twist and jump about, like baby foals. They hold as much dominance in them as this imposter here, and I fear this will be a spectacle for the ratings rather than pride…”
*Ozymandias pushes Leon sharply, staggering him backwards as he tumbles onto his backside. Ozy turns to Gill.*
“That is the head of your security? The pinnacle of strength in the FWA? Laughable...at this Xtraction match, I will bring real power and real fury...I will leave the FWA as I will leave the opposition...a pool of blood and bone at my feet…”
*On that note, Ozymandias turns and enters his roof, slamming the door hard. LEon gets back to his feet, furious and fuming, but Gill tries to calm him down, warning him it's likely for the better.*
“The man isn’t all there, you just heard him...c’mon, let's go back to Levi, say what he has to say I guess…”
*Taking their leave, the scene fades to black. In one week Ozymandias steps into the ring once more, not for titles or contenderships, nut for much more...an opportunity. A refugee from the states, wanted for murder, torture, espionage, and betraying his countrymen...Russia is not the place he should be in, his master plan has failed, and he now walks around with a target upon his back. If Levi Kosloff holds true to his word, in one week Ozymandias will get that which he has fought hard for...his freedom.*
“This cheap piece of crap...the strap broke last week, and not the thing won’t close...I need to get Levi to buy me a new bag, if he insists on me running updates on his website, Twitter, Facebook and pay-per-viewings, then he can file away the attendance reports!...c’mon Leon, let's go see the Godfather, it’s time for us to check in with him anyway…”
*The camera turns to show us the silent savage, Leon standing with Gill. In these dangerous times, with the Coliseum currently home to a roster packed of angry, stardom-hungry warriors, one can never be too careful. Especially when you are FWA’s top backstage interviewer. Gill leads the way through the building, with Leon strolling behind him, his large frame forming an invisible barrier around them both as people dart away and sidestep to let them pass.*
“Ah, here we are...let me just check and see if he’s here…”
*Outside a blank heavy wooden door, Gill once more tries to arrange his messenger bag, before knocking on the door. It is off the latch, but clearly that was not intended. The door slowly swings open to reveal a small slither of action from inside the room- the camera zooms in to show us Levi Kosloff sitting at his desk, arguing with another, unseen man.*
“...listen, you know the arrangement, you knew what I was asking from you. If you don’t like it, fine. The door is over there. But remember, walking out of that door is suicide. And I will make sure of that!”
“You dare threaten me? Sat on your lard-filled rear end, barking orders at me, as if I was some common mutt? I take orders from no man. I fear nobody. You struck up a deal with me, you gave me your word. And yet now you go back on it…”
“The arrangement was you fight for ME! Not come to my office after every match and shout out demands and requests, like a backstage diva!”
*The man leans into the shot, closer to Levi’s face, and we see that he is the highly feared maniac, Ozymandias.*
“Kosloff...heed my words. You have gotten what you requested from me, and in my eyes I have repaid you duly. I am owed from you, and I expect to see my payment soon. I will not fight another one of your theatrical shows, nor will I go to that ring and pretend that these men pose a threat to me. It is embarrassing to them, and to me!”
“You talk like you are such a big shot, but yet you are still without a victory in the FWA.”
“A victory? In the wrestling ring? I am trained to kill men with my bare hands. I have torn more eyes from men's heads than you could imagine, I have killed more opponents in battle than you have had women...this ‘ring’ is not a contest for me. It is entertainment for the masses of fools that fill your pockets, and grow your false power.”
“Regardless of all that, you made the deal with me...fight for me, and in return you will receive your freedom. I am a man of my word-”
“Then give me what I asked for! Do not force my hand against you Levi, you will be most regretful…”
*As the camera man leans in closer for a better shot, he pushes the door open, sending a loud ‘squeak’ of the old, unoiled hinge through the room. Both Levi and Ozymandias turn their attention to the doorway, and their uninvited guests.*
“It appears we have been stumbled upon...Kosloff, I will give you one week to deliver my demands. After than, no gang or organization will stop what I will do to you and your ‘company’. Am I clear?”
“...one week...OK, I can work with that. The last man to threaten me as such received a bullet...but for you, I will propose a counter offer. One more fight. Your biggest fight to date, here in the FWA.”
“I am done with your pantomime shows.”
“Hear me out...we have a BIG opportunity next week, with a new and fast-rising federation staking their claim in the industry...OUR industry...my cousin has arranged a little competition between the two feds. Their best five against our best five. You take a spot on that team and help them win...and maybe I’ll help you out then.”
*Ozymandias grabs Levi by the necktie, yanks him out of his seat across his desk, so that they are almost eye to eye. Leon Savage immediately bursts forward, but Kosloff holds up a hand to halt him in his tracks…*
“You do this for me, you help FWA win...and I will give you your freedom. I will arrange your safe passage back to the states, and a new name too. After all, I honored your last request didn’t I?”
“Barely.”
“Remind me again where the last two survivors of your ‘insurgent’ team are? Oh that’s right...cremated, following a prison riot. Look, I am not asking much, but I need to win this match...you do this for me, and I will honor my end of the deal. The bell rings on our victory, and you will get your papers...deal?”
*Ozymandias releases Levi, but continues to stare him down. A moment passes, intense with tension in the air, Leon ready to pounce.*
“...who shall be your other four?”
*Levi smiles, a snake-like crack spreading across his face.*
“Steve Dackle, Dylan Black, AK Andrews and Jackson Grace.”
*Ozymandias laughs loudly, his mask turning the sound into that of metals rubbing against each other.*
“The tag team champions of a corrupt organization, built on the black money of the mob. The masked man who I just dismantled with a sledgehammer. And the ‘champion’ who swings a chair around like a housewife swatting a fly with her magazine...you must not hold a lot of faith for success!”
“With you on the team as their tank, I am sure you will work better together.”
“I would rather crush the skull of Jackson Grace with my bare hands, than fight alongside him. Andrews proved to be nothing more than a nuisance, like a child with a wasp in his pants. And those other two...goons…”
*Ozymandias stops to look at Levi Kosloff a bit longer…*
“...who are we to face?”
“Sang-Hyun-Lee, a newbie from Korea...Price, a hardcore legend in the eyes of many...Scorpion, a dominant champion of the XHF for years...his biggest rival and equal, Rob Arnold...and the champion of the AXW, StormCrow…”
“So, a team of four champions...legends, plus a new kid that is good enough to fight alongside them...in a pit or fight club, I would have no trouble. But going by your ‘rules’, I do not hold much confidence in your team.”
“It’s going to be a ‘Hell Fire’ match...ropes will be replaced with barbed wire, there will be fire pits, weapons to use and so on. I not only want you to win, I want you to dismantle their team. Put their big attractions out for good, and shut down that puny company! FWA is starting to gather good momentum on the ratings, I don’t want some small jackass company treading on my turf.”
“It seems yet again your biggest fear is loss of money, and not the loss of your life...you should be more careful Kosloff.”
*Ozymandias turns to leaves the room…*
“And your answer?”
“...be there with my papers when it’s done...”
*Levi Kosloff cracks into his sadistic, worm grin once more, as Ozymandias pushes past Leon and Gill to exit the room. Gill quickly runs to Levi’s desk, opens his bag and dumps all the paperwork across his desk.*
“What the hell Snider! What is all of this?”
“Reports...stats, whatever you requested. Gotta go, I think I just found my exclusive...come on Leon, let's catch him!”
*Running out of the room, leaving a flustered and irate Kosloff behind, Gill and Leon hurriedly chase Ozymandias down the hallway. Gill shouts out his name, but he is ignored as Ozymandias continues to power walk forward.*
“Ozy...Ozy! Can I have a few moments of your time, to get an interview...just a few thoughts...about your match...Xtraction…”
“As always, you prove to be a pest…you have until the end of this corridor to ask your questions.”
*Gill pulls out a recorder, as he tries to keep up pace with Ozymandias and his determined stride.*
“Are you nervous after finding out who your opponents will be at Xtraction.”
“Nervous? Do I look like a fool? These men are nothing new, and like all men, they will have flaws. Weaknesses. Once exploited, they will fall to their knees. It is only a matter of finding out what that is.”
“How about your own team? Now that you know who you will be with, are you afraid they won’t match up?”
“I do not need a ‘team’ to fight five professional wrestlers. This whole charade baffles me. These men practise all their lives how to jump and fall on a mat, but none hold the capacity to take a punch. A kick. That will be their tragedy. That will be my success.”
“...we overheard you speaking with Levi…*whew* you walk really fast...you spoke with Levi about papers...what is that about?”
“None of your concern. If he holds his end of the bargain, I will finally be free of this wretched country.”
“What about the Firestorm Championship? Don’t you want revenge against Jackson Grace, and to try win your belt back?”
“Let the man have his gold. It might make him look better in front of his wife, his friends...a belt matters not to me, unless I am strangling him to death with it.”
“Er….*huff*, could you slow down?”
“I could...but I won't. We are almost here Snider. Prepare your last question.”
“Um...OK, last one...what do you predict happening at Xtraction?”
*They arrive at Ozymandias’ room, where he comes to a stop outside the doorway. Leon looks a little breathless after the fast paced walk, to which Ozymandias stares at him.*
“This entire organization is a sham. A spectacle. A false illusion of greatness. Look at Leon here, a large man that could have been a great enforcer, a marine or Navy SEAL perhaps...but he chose to stuff his face, fill his belly and now wears a mask to conceal his truth...that he is nothing. Yet, you elect him as head of security, the one man that couldn’t possibly enforce safety in the slightest.”
*Taken aback by the comment, Leon growls and squares up to Ozymandias, but falls short of about four inches as Ozy stand taller over him, leaner and broader.*
“I should beat this man to death right here, to show you the truth of the smoke and mirrors the Kosloff’s have built. No man within these walls proves as much of a threat to anyone as I. No man proves as much of a fighter as I. If it means my escape from this sad lie, then I will put on one last show for the slobbering masses, and defeat this would-be team of degenerates. I require no assistance and no camaraderie, but needless to say it will be offered. Most likely the night will sway one of two directions...I will go in like a one man wrecking ball and tear down the very structure of the opposition. Or the latter…”
*He looks at Gill, then back to Leon.*
“...the illusion of great power will be displayed, giving my team a moment of stardom, as they flip, twist and jump about, like baby foals. They hold as much dominance in them as this imposter here, and I fear this will be a spectacle for the ratings rather than pride…”
*Ozymandias pushes Leon sharply, staggering him backwards as he tumbles onto his backside. Ozy turns to Gill.*
“That is the head of your security? The pinnacle of strength in the FWA? Laughable...at this Xtraction match, I will bring real power and real fury...I will leave the FWA as I will leave the opposition...a pool of blood and bone at my feet…”
*On that note, Ozymandias turns and enters his roof, slamming the door hard. LEon gets back to his feet, furious and fuming, but Gill tries to calm him down, warning him it's likely for the better.*
“The man isn’t all there, you just heard him...c’mon, let's go back to Levi, say what he has to say I guess…”
*Taking their leave, the scene fades to black. In one week Ozymandias steps into the ring once more, not for titles or contenderships, nut for much more...an opportunity. A refugee from the states, wanted for murder, torture, espionage, and betraying his countrymen...Russia is not the place he should be in, his master plan has failed, and he now walks around with a target upon his back. If Levi Kosloff holds true to his word, in one week Ozymandias will get that which he has fought hard for...his freedom.*