WWEA RP #02:  The change is coming!

Posted: December 07, 2008.

"Fortune does not change men, it unmasks them." -- Suzanne Necker

Backstage of the arena RHane stands almost motionless to wait his turn to speak. He is not wearing his crown and gown; Nor does he have his scepter with him. He wears what he always wears. RHane gets his cue and begins to speak.

"Golddust. You've been called a freak probably your whole life. Hell, I've heard you call yourself a freak from time to time. I would have to be in the majority by agreeing with those statements. Yet, it's not for the same reasons as one might think. You get off on innuendos and other statements that would make a normal man cringe in fear. I know that you are not that though, I know all about your mind games and I got to tell you that they don't bother me in the slightest bit."

"You came out to the ring and make stupid comments and strange observations. More importantly your hypocritical statements are what appealed to me. How can a man that dresses as you do ever have any right to say that material possessions do not mean anything to you? You dress like the 'James Bond' character and wear a wig to the ring. If not for attention then why would you wear such things?"

"You talk about your glory days and your coming in through the back door and this and that like it has some meaning in today's world. You need to stop living the past and think about the present. You think that I have stolen your spotlight when you lost that a long time ago. It's never too late to get it back, but if you think that your are going to relive your glory days through me, you got another thing coming!"

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The snow is light but it comes down hard. It's late the street lights are lit but the snow covers them, making the streets still dim. RHane walks down the path barely dressed in winter wear. If anyone ever wondered if RHane was the same person in the ring then out now is the proof. His clothes are perfectly the same as what he wears in the ring, save for the fact he is still wearing the leather jacket.

RHane has always seen himself as common folk and the lifestyles of the rich and famous never appealed to him. Sure he has the insurance in knowing that he never has to work again and he does treat himself to some nice cars every now and then, other than that he acts just the same as a regular person walking down the street.

RHane recently won a very important match, but instead of celebrating the win his thoughts get the best of him and he takes a walk. The same thoughts recite over and over in his brain; Never seeming to actually have any form until just now, if it still makes any sense.

"The war is over.. I wish I could believe that. I set out to prove that I belonged here ad that I am not a force to be thought lightly of. I did what no one else here thought I could or would do. I became the two thousand and nine King of the Ring. A honor such as this should have be jumping for joy. I should be In a hotel celebrating. Instead, I sit here alone drowning in my own hate.."

"I have been ridiculed my entire life. Growing up without a real place to call home, no parents to cry on their shoulder; I am an orphan. That in itself should be harassment enough, but the other kids didn't see it that way. The other kids found a way to turn my pain into their own mockery of self pleasure."

"I eventually learned to deal with it and turn the tables. I organized a club for all who have shared my agony to join together and take out their aggression. The point is I learned from it and I grew stronger. In one aspect I became feared and in another I became a target. After people started learning who I was and what my organization was about many tried and prove their strength. Sometimes they got the best of me and sometimes not. One thing, though, stayed the same throughout my entire life. That thing that I am talking about is mockery. To be made fun of. For different reasons sure but what kind of lowlife do you have to be to still act like a child? "

"One would think that after a certain age, like maybe fifteen or sixteen at the oldest would grow up and instead of trying to make your peers laugh at other peoples pain you would instead feel some kind of sympathy for the poor soul and lend a hand. No - it will never happen. I have grown to accept that, and that is why I am a reject, an outcast, a human disease."

"It is as true today as it ever has been. Rumor spreads like a plague. I know everyone in the locker room thinks that the King of the Ring was rigged. The tournament consisted of low profile superstars. Even the WWEA web site mentioned that it was a place for people to make their start. It goes on to say that this event had changed my life. I would almost agree if it was such a bastardized way of saying that my career has meant nothing until that night."

"How many times do I have to say that I am a great here in this business? What do I have to do to prove that I belong here? I am sick and tired of all of it! Now I go on to face Golddust?  This man was a pivotal part of the business years ago. Now I am not so sure. In any case though what does my beating him prove? Nothing! Nothing at all. He signed his contract before I did and yet he had to wait a week after my debut before he can make his. That tells me something. It tells me that they have nothing for him. Feuding him up against me just shows that this match is merely to pass time on the show. I deserve more then a washed up man such as Golddust."

"He says he is overlooked - that I was handed the spot. I wonder why I did get involved in it, but what's doe is done and I won three matches in a row to prove that I have the charisma and endurance needed to be in this competition. Yet, now I am questioned on just one man? I applaud his integrity, yet I laugh as his ignorance. We'll see this Monday Night who is living the dream and who is still dreaming."

*FIN*