* Suicide RP for C15.
The camera fades in to an empty and quiet Agganis Arena. A wrestling ring with New ERA ring curtains sits dead center. The camera is affixed on the logo as an ominous voice is heard echoing throughout…
“Deja vu seems to be all in the mind. We trick ourselves into thinking we are reliving the same frame of time once more even though it is just happening for the very first time. No matter how many times we try to wrap our brain around this ‘phenomena’, the truth is we never come to revelation and instead, we continue on with our lives.”
“But what if deja vu was real? What if something that once happened continues to happen again and again? Is it just mere coincidence? Or is it fate playing its hand once again?”
The camera pans up and a lone figure sits in the stands.
“Maybe it is inevitability that brings two forces together again and again…”
“Or maybe it’s just the manipulations of a certain individual.”
“Whatever the case may be, it seems, Mr. Hart, that you and I are to, once again, do battle within the squared circle. And while I can say that I look forward to facing off against an old and respect adversary, I must ask myself one simple question… Why? Maybe I’m getting too weak in my old age, but what else is there for us to prove to one another?”
“At PrimeTime, you and I, along with Mr. Tact, once again gave everything within ourselves to become triumphant over the others. Blood was spilled, pain was given and received… it was like titans warring amongst each other as if it was prophesied to happen every few years. And in the spirit of that, Mr. Hart, we look to once again clash as if our careers, nay… our lives depended on it.”
The camera zoomed in closer to show the familiar masked visage of the mysterious wanderer himself… Suicide.
“But why? Well, why not? After all, we both are working towards the same goal - becoming the New Era World Heavyweight Champion. And while my chance at the throne is guaranteed, yours is not, which makes you more hungry than I.”
“However, that would be deluding myself. Truth is, I did not fight some of the very best in this sport to just watch others contend for a championship that I desire. I did not decide to come back to New ERA after three-plus years just so I can start all over. I’ve earned my right at a chance to validify whatever legacy others have claimed I do not have. While I can speculate who it was that threw you in my warpath to try to slow down my momentum, the truth is, that would only prove that I had a case of paranoia.”
“No matter who or what caused us to face off once again, know that my focus isn’t towards what comes after, but towards you, period. I know that looking back at our battle record against one another, you’ve only tallied one win against me. But past victories mean nothing because as time has proven again and again, each time we clash, it’s always new and exciting.”
“I’ve never looked past you before, Mr. Hart, and I will not start now. In a masochistic sort of way, I’m thrilled to have you as my next opponent. I need to be tested by the very best this sport has to offer if I even stand a chance of becoming the New ERA World Heavyweight Champion. Because if I can not survive against you, even for a minute, then there is really no reason for me to continue on. This ‘comeback’ would be nothing more than a joke. And while many of my peers view me as such, I know you are one of the very few individuals that take me seriously when that ringside bell echoes throughout the arena.”
“I respect you Mr. Hart... and it is because of that respect that I must defeat you… otherwise… all of this was for naught… and I do not live in regret...’nuff said.”
The camera fades out as the symbol on Suicide’s mask burns an image into the lens.