A Declaration of War (XCrown RP for NOC, #1/9)
Jul 6, 2018 21:43:14 GMT -5
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Post by The Anomoly on Jul 6, 2018 21:43:14 GMT -5
The scene opens to various moments in Anomoly’s career. His debut at Xtraction: Firewall, his wins over Sang-Hyun Lee and Brad Swann. Defeating Stormcrow twice for the AXW Championship and then AXW Undisputed Championship. Victories over Lethe, Price, Rob Arnold… and then a steady downfall. Falling twice to Kanyon,. Losing his prized title. All hope seems lost.
We fade into present day, Anomoly sitting on his couch with a tripod in front of him. He wears a black tank top, blank pants, combat boots, and a bandana over his face, complete with sunglasses over his eyes. Because he’s one of those douches, who wears sunglasses indoors. The tanktop reveals he’s taped up his shoulder and arm following the loss of his title to Kanyon. He adjusts himself on the couch, wincing under the bandana. A slight breeze ruffles his tank top and bandana, revealing the corner of a chest tattoo that we’ve never seen before. Must be brand new. Anomoly leans forward, moving his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose, and then up onto the top of his head, pushed into his mane of black hair. He clears his throat, and speaks.
Anomoly: So… It appears there is a severe lack of AXW’s greatest wrestler on the Night of Anonymous card. Or hell, on the Night of Champions week in general! Now, I may no longer have a title belt, but that doesn’t mean I can’t steal the spotlight on any one of the shows. The excellent V has given me two wondrous options to get onto the shows. Option A…
Anomoly reaches down and grabs a manilla folder labelled as such, “Option A.”
Anomoly: ...I join the cast of the Four Ring Circus match in the main event of Night of Champions IX. I cash in my rematch clause for an AXW Undisputed Championship shot, and I get to contend for the X*Crown. Or, Option B…
Anomoly reaches down again, this time pulling out a manilla folder labelled “Option B.”
Anomoly: ...I cash in my rematch clause, and join Price and Kanyon in their little deathmatch orgy that nobody wants a part of. But, I am crazy enough to join their clusterfuck and risk life and limb, bodily harm to the max and even death to claim what never should have left my waist in the first place.
Anomoly smirks, and tosses aside the “Option A” folder, clearly favoring the “Option B” he’s been provided.
Anomoly: You all wanna know something? I’ve been itching to feel Kanyon’s blood on my hands since the day he first beat me. May 5th, earlier this year. Feel blood pour from many wounds and orifices in his body, as he struggles to maintain his grasp on reality. I longed for him to be brought to his knees, forced to hand me my title as I kicked him to the bottom of the pile that he’d so gracefully climbed atop, getting a pass over everyone because he held a case that said he could do so. It’s despicable, and I hate it. Why should he get a pass? How was he special enough to get a title match where and when he wants? WHY WAS I FORCED TO DRA MY WAY THROUGH HELL AND BACK TO GET WHERE I AM, WHILE HE GOT A RIDE ON A SILVER FREAKIN’ PLATTER?!
Anomoly by now is standing, inches from the camera screen, fists clenched into tight balls of fury. He takes a deep breath, vying for control of his emotions, and speaks again.
Anomoly: And then there’s Price. V’s chosen fuckin’ warrior. The only guy other than Price who gets everything handed to him. I swear, he’s had at least two X*Crown Championship and two AXW Undisputed Championship matches, as long as I’ve been here. If there’s one thing I hate, it’s scumbags like Kanyon and Price who’s egos are so big, they demand to be fed with golden utensils and silver platters; it’s outrageous how these two fuckleheads make it so far in this company! And to both be in the AXW Undisputed Title match at Night of Champions IX?
Anomoly scoffs, and cracks his knuckles.
Anomoly: It’s time the system changes. No longer should we cater to those who think they deserve such spots, such prestigious placements atop the AXW roster. The clock starts now, because they’re all out of time! So say goodbye to chosen warriors, spoonfed pussies, and underserving egotistical arseholes! Price, Kanyon, buckle your seatbelts and prepare for the ride of a lifetime, because at Night of Champions, it’ll be me….
Anomoly takes a deep breath, before smiling wickedly at the camera.
Anomoly: ...taking one of your spots in the X*Crown Championship match! Ha ha, you fools thought I'd really go for the championship that Kanyon holds, when I've the opportunity strung up to take the championship he craves more than your average American craves a gigantic Ford pickup, some guns in the bed, a beer and burger in both hands as he drives to a football game? Fake football, might I add. In the UK, our real footballers are in the quarter finals of the World Cup! Go UK, kick Sweden's ass!
Anomoly clears his throat again, having gone off topic. He casts aside both sets of manilla folders. He leans forward into the camera, content with his decision he's made to get into the Night of Champions Main Event.
Anomoly: I digress. Let this be a warning to the 7 men who will stand opposite me in one way or another. Mr. Undisputed is coming, and he's coming for blood. I'm on A New Level from which I was once on. My measly "AXW Undisputed Championship" self, he'd drown in this enviroment. Me, I'm simply prepared for it. I have sought out Evolution, and Charles Darwin'd I have become. July 29th, you all step into the ring with God. And your arms… scoffs …they're all just too short to box with God. The Era of Undisputed is upon us, upon you all, upon the XHF. And THAT… pauses …is REALITY!
..:: JULY 2ND, 2018 ::..
We fade into present day, Anomoly sitting on his couch with a tripod in front of him. He wears a black tank top, blank pants, combat boots, and a bandana over his face, complete with sunglasses over his eyes. Because he’s one of those douches, who wears sunglasses indoors. The tanktop reveals he’s taped up his shoulder and arm following the loss of his title to Kanyon. He adjusts himself on the couch, wincing under the bandana. A slight breeze ruffles his tank top and bandana, revealing the corner of a chest tattoo that we’ve never seen before. Must be brand new. Anomoly leans forward, moving his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose, and then up onto the top of his head, pushed into his mane of black hair. He clears his throat, and speaks.
Anomoly: So… It appears there is a severe lack of AXW’s greatest wrestler on the Night of Anonymous card. Or hell, on the Night of Champions week in general! Now, I may no longer have a title belt, but that doesn’t mean I can’t steal the spotlight on any one of the shows. The excellent V has given me two wondrous options to get onto the shows. Option A…
Anomoly reaches down and grabs a manilla folder labelled as such, “Option A.”
Anomoly: ...I join the cast of the Four Ring Circus match in the main event of Night of Champions IX. I cash in my rematch clause for an AXW Undisputed Championship shot, and I get to contend for the X*Crown. Or, Option B…
Anomoly reaches down again, this time pulling out a manilla folder labelled “Option B.”
Anomoly: ...I cash in my rematch clause, and join Price and Kanyon in their little deathmatch orgy that nobody wants a part of. But, I am crazy enough to join their clusterfuck and risk life and limb, bodily harm to the max and even death to claim what never should have left my waist in the first place.
Anomoly smirks, and tosses aside the “Option A” folder, clearly favoring the “Option B” he’s been provided.
Anomoly: You all wanna know something? I’ve been itching to feel Kanyon’s blood on my hands since the day he first beat me. May 5th, earlier this year. Feel blood pour from many wounds and orifices in his body, as he struggles to maintain his grasp on reality. I longed for him to be brought to his knees, forced to hand me my title as I kicked him to the bottom of the pile that he’d so gracefully climbed atop, getting a pass over everyone because he held a case that said he could do so. It’s despicable, and I hate it. Why should he get a pass? How was he special enough to get a title match where and when he wants? WHY WAS I FORCED TO DRA MY WAY THROUGH HELL AND BACK TO GET WHERE I AM, WHILE HE GOT A RIDE ON A SILVER FREAKIN’ PLATTER?!
Anomoly by now is standing, inches from the camera screen, fists clenched into tight balls of fury. He takes a deep breath, vying for control of his emotions, and speaks again.
Anomoly: And then there’s Price. V’s chosen fuckin’ warrior. The only guy other than Price who gets everything handed to him. I swear, he’s had at least two X*Crown Championship and two AXW Undisputed Championship matches, as long as I’ve been here. If there’s one thing I hate, it’s scumbags like Kanyon and Price who’s egos are so big, they demand to be fed with golden utensils and silver platters; it’s outrageous how these two fuckleheads make it so far in this company! And to both be in the AXW Undisputed Title match at Night of Champions IX?
Anomoly scoffs, and cracks his knuckles.
Anomoly: It’s time the system changes. No longer should we cater to those who think they deserve such spots, such prestigious placements atop the AXW roster. The clock starts now, because they’re all out of time! So say goodbye to chosen warriors, spoonfed pussies, and underserving egotistical arseholes! Price, Kanyon, buckle your seatbelts and prepare for the ride of a lifetime, because at Night of Champions, it’ll be me….
Anomoly takes a deep breath, before smiling wickedly at the camera.
Anomoly: ...taking one of your spots in the X*Crown Championship match! Ha ha, you fools thought I'd really go for the championship that Kanyon holds, when I've the opportunity strung up to take the championship he craves more than your average American craves a gigantic Ford pickup, some guns in the bed, a beer and burger in both hands as he drives to a football game? Fake football, might I add. In the UK, our real footballers are in the quarter finals of the World Cup! Go UK, kick Sweden's ass!
Anomoly clears his throat again, having gone off topic. He casts aside both sets of manilla folders. He leans forward into the camera, content with his decision he's made to get into the Night of Champions Main Event.
Anomoly: I digress. Let this be a warning to the 7 men who will stand opposite me in one way or another. Mr. Undisputed is coming, and he's coming for blood. I'm on A New Level from which I was once on. My measly "AXW Undisputed Championship" self, he'd drown in this enviroment. Me, I'm simply prepared for it. I have sought out Evolution, and Charles Darwin'd I have become. July 29th, you all step into the ring with God. And your arms… scoffs …they're all just too short to box with God. The Era of Undisputed is upon us, upon you all, upon the XHF. And THAT… pauses …is REALITY!
..:: END SCENE ::..
