NWL Combat: Jarod Poe vs. Canada's Hero
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NWL Combat Episode 1
Canada's Hero (0-0-0) vs. Jarod Poe
Roleplay #1
"Great opportunity," she stated. That she is Canada's Hero's wife, Elizabeth, a young 21-year old
caucasian woman with beautiful brunette hair and brown sparkling eyes. She looks at him and hands
him the paper.
"It's been almost a year, i'm hungry to get back into this," said Canada's Hero. He stared at the paper
which showed a tournament bracket. One in which he has entered in hopes of capturing the world
heavyweight championship.
He stared into the utter darkness of the night, looking down at his feet, his wrestling boots tightly laced.
His daily routine had just been completed. Elizabeth was there, as she was each and every night, pushing
him to his limits. Making him work harder and harder to reach the goal that she knew was there. Never
before had he captured a world title, it had always been the one thing that eluded him his entire career.
But now things were different. Even though he was only 22-years of age he had been in the wrestling business
almost four years. He knew much more now than he did coming in years ago, something was different about
this return. For once, he felt like the agressor, like the man who should win, who would win. He knew that
his time was running short, that this may be his final return. The chances at winning a world championship
are slim, but this time everyone had a shot.
He could prove that he is without a doubt the most destructive source in this federation. Thoughts continued
to race thru his head. Almost four months now he had been back practicing. He just recently signed on to
a deal with this federation and had just today learned of the tournament for the world title. His life had always
been a struggle, this would be no different.
Now though, he was a veteran, a crafty one at that. He would have to start fresh, with new excitement, and he
had less than a week to complete his preparation. The first match against a kid named "Jarod Poe" would be
just a few days away. The name meant nothing to him, he was a nobody, he had never heard of the guy before
and didn't care to. Everything relied on what he did, not what his opponent did and he knew that.
"I'm ready," he muttered, picking his bruised body up from the sidewalk and offering his hand to Elizabeth to help
her up. She took it and they began to walk back to their house, just a few yards away. Time was catching up on
them both, but they knew their chance was near. All the time, the blood, the sweat, the tears all came down to this.
Sure they could lose, but what would that prove? Canadians are born winners, it's in their blood, and losing is
not an option.
**First roleplay I have done in a few months (nearly a year) and also was done late at night, I will get better, trust me,
just wait! lol
NWL Combat Episode 1
Canada's Hero (0-0-0) vs. Jarod Poe
Roleplay #1
"Great opportunity," she stated. That she is Canada's Hero's wife, Elizabeth, a young 21-year old
caucasian woman with beautiful brunette hair and brown sparkling eyes. She looks at him and hands
him the paper.
"It's been almost a year, i'm hungry to get back into this," said Canada's Hero. He stared at the paper
which showed a tournament bracket. One in which he has entered in hopes of capturing the world
heavyweight championship.
He stared into the utter darkness of the night, looking down at his feet, his wrestling boots tightly laced.
His daily routine had just been completed. Elizabeth was there, as she was each and every night, pushing
him to his limits. Making him work harder and harder to reach the goal that she knew was there. Never
before had he captured a world title, it had always been the one thing that eluded him his entire career.
But now things were different. Even though he was only 22-years of age he had been in the wrestling business
almost four years. He knew much more now than he did coming in years ago, something was different about
this return. For once, he felt like the agressor, like the man who should win, who would win. He knew that
his time was running short, that this may be his final return. The chances at winning a world championship
are slim, but this time everyone had a shot.
He could prove that he is without a doubt the most destructive source in this federation. Thoughts continued
to race thru his head. Almost four months now he had been back practicing. He just recently signed on to
a deal with this federation and had just today learned of the tournament for the world title. His life had always
been a struggle, this would be no different.
Now though, he was a veteran, a crafty one at that. He would have to start fresh, with new excitement, and he
had less than a week to complete his preparation. The first match against a kid named "Jarod Poe" would be
just a few days away. The name meant nothing to him, he was a nobody, he had never heard of the guy before
and didn't care to. Everything relied on what he did, not what his opponent did and he knew that.
"I'm ready," he muttered, picking his bruised body up from the sidewalk and offering his hand to Elizabeth to help
her up. She took it and they began to walk back to their house, just a few yards away. Time was catching up on
them both, but they knew their chance was near. All the time, the blood, the sweat, the tears all came down to this.
Sure they could lose, but what would that prove? Canadians are born winners, it's in their blood, and losing is
not an option.
**First roleplay I have done in a few months (nearly a year) and also was done late at night, I will get better, trust me,
just wait! lolFirst Victim
(The chains threaded through his well worn leather jacket rattle loudly as Jarod Poe steps before a an NWL banner. He slowly sits down in a metal folding chair and looks off camera. the camera moves in closer and Jarod continues to stare off into the distance as he begins to talk)
Poe: A hero. What is a hero? What does it take to be one? Am I a hero? I was an Army Ranger. I fought and killed for God, Country, Mom and apple pie. Does that make me a hero? I did duty, but I was never called a hero. All I got out of it was a bunch of dead friends and less then friendly discharge. Yet, as this tournament starts out I face a man who calls himself...Canada's Hero.
(he slowly turns his gaze to the camera. His tongue moves the labret piercing his lower lip and as he opens his mouth we see his tongue has been surgicaly bi-sected. He flicks the snakelike tongue at the camera and narrows his gaze)
Poe: What makes you a hero? What great act of bravery have you done to deserve such a title? I've been through hell in my life. I know what a hero is to me. Tell me...tell me what makes you a hero? See I've seen the worst in people. I've expierenced the darkest aspects an man can. Including the brutal murder of my wife and kids. You call yourself a hero
(Jarod leans forward and spits)
Poe: Guess what pal...there is no such thing. No such things as hero's. Hell I've had a hard time finding something to even call happiness. Yet in that ring...when the bell rings. When all the dark feelings in my body can come forth...for a moment...just a few of them...I'm almost content. Almost...so I do what I do better then most men. As a wrestler...you not going to get better then when you face me.
(Jarod slowlt stand up and then kicks the chair away. It flies away of camera creating quite the commotion)
Poe: You see I know what to thinking. You've never heard of me
(Holds up one finger)
Poe: That's mistake number one. Your in this to win a world title
(Holds up another finger)
Poe: That's mistake number two. You think your ready to step into to the ring with Jarod Poe. Me..."The Torture King"
(Jarod laughs outloud and his face grows very serious)
Poe: FATAL MISTAKE!!!! You see forget about the World title. Don't even think about it. Why? Simple...if you don't beat me...YOUR DONE!!! You don't know who I am? Then learn your lesson now or pay for it later. I don't care. Either way...your still just a stepping stone.
(he steps forward and dark cold eyes stare into the camera)
Poe: Forget about everything else. Forget about your little women, forget about the title and forget about winning. I'm going to make this clear...very clear. YOUR NO HERO!!! Not mine...not anyone. Maybe you mean soething to that little tramp that follows you around, but that means NOTHING to me.
(Jarod steps back his back meets the NWL banner against the wall and he slowly slides to the floor. He looks at his out strectched hands and flexes the palms)
Poe: (sadistic laugh) for all you are to me is a sacrifice. A sacrifice to the beast I see everynight. That terrible dark beast that haunts my nightmares. He tells me to bring him a sacrifice and here in the NWL...you are the first.
(Jarod continues to stare at his hands)
Poe: Your not hero. There are none...none is this world. So I'll ask you this...Will you be my victim? WILL YOU??? Because the beast calls your name and I must deleiver.
(He slowly crawls across the ground towards the camera)
Poe: Be my victim...because if you don't do it willingly. I'll just make you one.
(His eyes close and he let's loose a manical laugh)
Poe: Your my victim Hero. I almost feel sorry for you
(He slowly crawls back and slumos against the wall. Jarod extends two fingers and waves good-bye)
<FTB>
(The chains threaded through his well worn leather jacket rattle loudly as Jarod Poe steps before a an NWL banner. He slowly sits down in a metal folding chair and looks off camera. the camera moves in closer and Jarod continues to stare off into the distance as he begins to talk)
Poe: A hero. What is a hero? What does it take to be one? Am I a hero? I was an Army Ranger. I fought and killed for God, Country, Mom and apple pie. Does that make me a hero? I did duty, but I was never called a hero. All I got out of it was a bunch of dead friends and less then friendly discharge. Yet, as this tournament starts out I face a man who calls himself...Canada's Hero.
(he slowly turns his gaze to the camera. His tongue moves the labret piercing his lower lip and as he opens his mouth we see his tongue has been surgicaly bi-sected. He flicks the snakelike tongue at the camera and narrows his gaze)
Poe: What makes you a hero? What great act of bravery have you done to deserve such a title? I've been through hell in my life. I know what a hero is to me. Tell me...tell me what makes you a hero? See I've seen the worst in people. I've expierenced the darkest aspects an man can. Including the brutal murder of my wife and kids. You call yourself a hero
(Jarod leans forward and spits)
Poe: Guess what pal...there is no such thing. No such things as hero's. Hell I've had a hard time finding something to even call happiness. Yet in that ring...when the bell rings. When all the dark feelings in my body can come forth...for a moment...just a few of them...I'm almost content. Almost...so I do what I do better then most men. As a wrestler...you not going to get better then when you face me.
(Jarod slowlt stand up and then kicks the chair away. It flies away of camera creating quite the commotion)
Poe: You see I know what to thinking. You've never heard of me
(Holds up one finger)
Poe: That's mistake number one. Your in this to win a world title
(Holds up another finger)
Poe: That's mistake number two. You think your ready to step into to the ring with Jarod Poe. Me..."The Torture King"
(Jarod laughs outloud and his face grows very serious)
Poe: FATAL MISTAKE!!!! You see forget about the World title. Don't even think about it. Why? Simple...if you don't beat me...YOUR DONE!!! You don't know who I am? Then learn your lesson now or pay for it later. I don't care. Either way...your still just a stepping stone.
(he steps forward and dark cold eyes stare into the camera)
Poe: Forget about everything else. Forget about your little women, forget about the title and forget about winning. I'm going to make this clear...very clear. YOUR NO HERO!!! Not mine...not anyone. Maybe you mean soething to that little tramp that follows you around, but that means NOTHING to me.
(Jarod steps back his back meets the NWL banner against the wall and he slowly slides to the floor. He looks at his out strectched hands and flexes the palms)
Poe: (sadistic laugh) for all you are to me is a sacrifice. A sacrifice to the beast I see everynight. That terrible dark beast that haunts my nightmares. He tells me to bring him a sacrifice and here in the NWL...you are the first.
(Jarod continues to stare at his hands)
Poe: Your not hero. There are none...none is this world. So I'll ask you this...Will you be my victim? WILL YOU??? Because the beast calls your name and I must deleiver.
(He slowly crawls across the ground towards the camera)
Poe: Be my victim...because if you don't do it willingly. I'll just make you one.
(His eyes close and he let's loose a manical laugh)
Poe: Your my victim Hero. I almost feel sorry for you
(He slowly crawls back and slumos against the wall. Jarod extends two fingers and waves good-bye)
<FTB>
C
canadashero
Guest
Roleplay 2
NWL
Canadas Hero (0-0) vs. Jarod Poe
Roleplay #2
The morning sun creeped thru the open window quickly and quietly like a snake slithering forward to capture it's prey. He laid there on the comfortable living room sofa, hoping his stillness would somehow slow down the inevitably incoming day. His body ached in various places. The beatings he had endured and handed out could be shown with each bruise on his body. Still, through all the pain, he excruciating pain he longed to get back into the squared ring once again, if only for just one more chance at the fame and glory that had continually escpaed him.
His arose from the bed, it creaked with each movement of his limbs. Once up, he looked directly into the mirror in front of him. A tired, exhausted, face stared back at him, nothing at all like a champion. "What have I gotten myself into?" , he questioned himself. But deep down he knew that he still had something to prove. Sure he had dominated in a number of federations, but never had he worked at it, or gave everything he had. This time he was focused, he didn't need to worry about Elizabeth because she was behind him one-hundred percent. In fact, she was working just as hard as he was, in hopes of wrestling herself one day.
Looking around the room he saw a dim light in the corner of the house, he walked over the creaking floor and heard the simmering of the shower. Elizabeth was already awake and up on this Saturday morning so he decided it was time for a morning jog. With little time remaining before his first match, no matter how good of shape he seemed to be in, the worst was expected. Once you step in the ring and go thru the rigors and toughness of your first match back you realize that there is no amount of shape you can be in that will save you from the pain and suffering.
It is something you must endure and hope to contain. It cannot and will not be stopped. At least the good wrestlers understand that, the losers, well they have no clue. On the board directly to the left of his front door was a paper tacked to it that said "Jarod Poe vs. Canadas Hero". This was the first time he had actually stopped to notice the name of his opponent. But what does that matter? he quietly thought to himself. He took the paper and glanced at it a little closer, then in a split second tore the paper in half and laid it in the trash bin. That was the last he wanted to see of it. The match didn't matter, the opponent didn't matter, all that mattered was that he was physically and mentally prepared.
Thoughts of Elizabeth raced into his mind. She had held him back in the beginning of his career, not purposely of course, but his mind had often wondered from wrestling to her and back again. This would leave him mentally unstable and sometimes his lack of work ethic would effect the physical end of his game as well. But just a few months ago after being together for many years they were married and things changed. Trust was the main thing, he didn't have to worry about Elizabeth leaving or questioning his wrestling, or anything. Now he could, for possibly the first time in his lifetime, focus on the game of wrestling.
All other things must be pushed aside, everything erased from his memory. The accident that his parents were killed in even had to be pushed back for a few minutes each time he stepped out in the ring. Those things haunted him everyday, but he couldn't show his opponent any weakness. He had worked to hard, trained to long, and endured too much. The end may be near, or it could be a new beginning. Either way he was about to step thru the door into a new world and embark on things he could have never dreamed of. His career was at a crossroads. Either it would come to a screeching hault, or it would boost into overdrive and to the championship. There was no in between, the time was near.....
NWL
Canadas Hero (0-0) vs. Jarod Poe
Roleplay #2
The morning sun creeped thru the open window quickly and quietly like a snake slithering forward to capture it's prey. He laid there on the comfortable living room sofa, hoping his stillness would somehow slow down the inevitably incoming day. His body ached in various places. The beatings he had endured and handed out could be shown with each bruise on his body. Still, through all the pain, he excruciating pain he longed to get back into the squared ring once again, if only for just one more chance at the fame and glory that had continually escpaed him.
His arose from the bed, it creaked with each movement of his limbs. Once up, he looked directly into the mirror in front of him. A tired, exhausted, face stared back at him, nothing at all like a champion. "What have I gotten myself into?" , he questioned himself. But deep down he knew that he still had something to prove. Sure he had dominated in a number of federations, but never had he worked at it, or gave everything he had. This time he was focused, he didn't need to worry about Elizabeth because she was behind him one-hundred percent. In fact, she was working just as hard as he was, in hopes of wrestling herself one day.
Looking around the room he saw a dim light in the corner of the house, he walked over the creaking floor and heard the simmering of the shower. Elizabeth was already awake and up on this Saturday morning so he decided it was time for a morning jog. With little time remaining before his first match, no matter how good of shape he seemed to be in, the worst was expected. Once you step in the ring and go thru the rigors and toughness of your first match back you realize that there is no amount of shape you can be in that will save you from the pain and suffering.
It is something you must endure and hope to contain. It cannot and will not be stopped. At least the good wrestlers understand that, the losers, well they have no clue. On the board directly to the left of his front door was a paper tacked to it that said "Jarod Poe vs. Canadas Hero". This was the first time he had actually stopped to notice the name of his opponent. But what does that matter? he quietly thought to himself. He took the paper and glanced at it a little closer, then in a split second tore the paper in half and laid it in the trash bin. That was the last he wanted to see of it. The match didn't matter, the opponent didn't matter, all that mattered was that he was physically and mentally prepared.
Thoughts of Elizabeth raced into his mind. She had held him back in the beginning of his career, not purposely of course, but his mind had often wondered from wrestling to her and back again. This would leave him mentally unstable and sometimes his lack of work ethic would effect the physical end of his game as well. But just a few months ago after being together for many years they were married and things changed. Trust was the main thing, he didn't have to worry about Elizabeth leaving or questioning his wrestling, or anything. Now he could, for possibly the first time in his lifetime, focus on the game of wrestling.
All other things must be pushed aside, everything erased from his memory. The accident that his parents were killed in even had to be pushed back for a few minutes each time he stepped out in the ring. Those things haunted him everyday, but he couldn't show his opponent any weakness. He had worked to hard, trained to long, and endured too much. The end may be near, or it could be a new beginning. Either way he was about to step thru the door into a new world and embark on things he could have never dreamed of. His career was at a crossroads. Either it would come to a screeching hault, or it would boost into overdrive and to the championship. There was no in between, the time was near.....
Out of Darkness
'CLICK'
(a simple light bulb hanging from a drop cord ignites in front of the camera. A hand reaches forward and swing the light back and forth. Soon the face of Jarod Poe comes into scene. His head is dripping with sweat and he stares into the light. He laughs outloud and leans forward. On contact with the now hot light the sweat on his foread burns off and Jarod laughs as the hot pain starts to make contact with his skin. He backs his face away showing the small burn upon his head, but no sign of being in pain crosses his face. slowly his hand reaches towards the light and the metallic talons that pierce his finger webbing tap slowly upon the glass. He walks forward and flicks his forked-tongue outwards. The camera retreats some more to show the room's interior. It's a small room, lined with beaten hardwood. As the camera circles various exercise equipment is seen. Nothing new and nothing fancy. Basic bench press, exercise cycle, punching-bag, medicine ball, blue mats for stretching, etc. Jarod grabs a steel chair that leans against the wall. After slowly unfolding it he sits down. He leans back sitting there bare-chested you can see the numerous tattoos upon his upper body. Above his heart blue eyes upon the face of a women and two children look back. Each muscle in his upper body his outlined with tribal patterns and as he flips his palms over you can see a most extreme body-mod. as the camera pans down a pattern of surgical screws under his skin create a feathered pattern. He holds his arms out and the look like wings. He folds them back together, stares at the camera and almost smiles)
Poe: Did you think things over? Did you? Are you still a Hero? while walking around in your kitchen did you think of a reason? I'd have been sneaking a peak in the shower {{shrugs}} ,but that's just me. If you haven't thought of a reason to be a hero, have you at least found out who your getting into the ring with? Have you?
(Jarod stares into the camera with a blank stare and smirks)
Poe: Just what I thought...no answer. Well that's ok...that's fine with me. You keep your mouth shut, because it will save me the trouble of shutting it. For you see {{coughs}} Hero...your stepping into the ring with "The Torture King" It's not just a nickname...not just something I made up...not something silly like calling myself Hero. No...I love pain...I live it and I love it. I felt dead inside for so long it's the only way I feel alive.
(Jarod holds his hand up to back-off any response)
Poe: Don't bother telling me...if that's what I like...that's what your going to give me. I've heard that so much...well it's become quite cliche. You see my pain is an inner demon and all consuming. I have a dark beast inside of me and when I close my eyes at night it's the only thing I see. I'm not sure just where it came from...I'm not sure how to get rid of it. What I do know is that I can appease it...well fro a little while, but it needs victims. It need fulfillment...as do I? Right now you are the name it screams in my nightmares. It's your name upon sickly sweet breath that he calls forth. I need a victim...I asked you once...I didn't get an answer. So I'll ask you one more time.
(Jarod leans forward pushing the labret in his chin out)
Poe: Will you be my victim?
(Holds his hand up flat)
Poe: Wait...don't answer...think about it. think about it long and hard.
(lowers his hand)
Poe: Don't just shout out something stupid like..."You'll be my victim" You see...I've heard that far too many times also. I want you too really think...really come up with some reason for my to even give you a second though, much less fear you. please...please...TELL ME SOMETHING!!! ANYTHING!!!! I'm tired of guessing...I'm with WAITING!!! Frustration is not something you want me to have...I tend to take them out in the ring.
(Jarod once more sits back in the folding chair and crosses his arm)
Poe: Does your body ache now when you awake? Are the muscles sore? Joints stiff? Have you suffered through your training? Do you think it's enough to get you by? {{shakes his head}} Well it's not not . Not even close. I'm a master wrestler...you think your hurting now? Just wait till after you spend time in the ring with me. I can see it in your eyes...the look isn't there...
(Jarod peers into the lens)
Poe: You see that look? NO...YOU DON"T
(He stands quickly and kicks the chair our from under him)
Poe: Get ready {{laughs}} Hero...I'm waiting on you. For when that bell rings and the two of us stand in the ring...I WILL torture you...I WILL beat you...I WILL PIN YOU!!! and when all is done you'll be just another victim who knows my motto
(Jarod stands and spreads his arms like an attacking eagle)
Poe: HATE WHAT YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!!!
{{Sadistic laugh}}
Poe: {{whispers}} and fear what you can't conquer
(Again Jarod let's loose a loud sadistic laugh and turns his backk to the camera. He reaches up and pulls the chain on the light)
'CLICK'
<FTB>
'CLICK'
(a simple light bulb hanging from a drop cord ignites in front of the camera. A hand reaches forward and swing the light back and forth. Soon the face of Jarod Poe comes into scene. His head is dripping with sweat and he stares into the light. He laughs outloud and leans forward. On contact with the now hot light the sweat on his foread burns off and Jarod laughs as the hot pain starts to make contact with his skin. He backs his face away showing the small burn upon his head, but no sign of being in pain crosses his face. slowly his hand reaches towards the light and the metallic talons that pierce his finger webbing tap slowly upon the glass. He walks forward and flicks his forked-tongue outwards. The camera retreats some more to show the room's interior. It's a small room, lined with beaten hardwood. As the camera circles various exercise equipment is seen. Nothing new and nothing fancy. Basic bench press, exercise cycle, punching-bag, medicine ball, blue mats for stretching, etc. Jarod grabs a steel chair that leans against the wall. After slowly unfolding it he sits down. He leans back sitting there bare-chested you can see the numerous tattoos upon his upper body. Above his heart blue eyes upon the face of a women and two children look back. Each muscle in his upper body his outlined with tribal patterns and as he flips his palms over you can see a most extreme body-mod. as the camera pans down a pattern of surgical screws under his skin create a feathered pattern. He holds his arms out and the look like wings. He folds them back together, stares at the camera and almost smiles)
Poe: Did you think things over? Did you? Are you still a Hero? while walking around in your kitchen did you think of a reason? I'd have been sneaking a peak in the shower {{shrugs}} ,but that's just me. If you haven't thought of a reason to be a hero, have you at least found out who your getting into the ring with? Have you?
(Jarod stares into the camera with a blank stare and smirks)
Poe: Just what I thought...no answer. Well that's ok...that's fine with me. You keep your mouth shut, because it will save me the trouble of shutting it. For you see {{coughs}} Hero...your stepping into the ring with "The Torture King" It's not just a nickname...not just something I made up...not something silly like calling myself Hero. No...I love pain...I live it and I love it. I felt dead inside for so long it's the only way I feel alive.
(Jarod holds his hand up to back-off any response)
Poe: Don't bother telling me...if that's what I like...that's what your going to give me. I've heard that so much...well it's become quite cliche. You see my pain is an inner demon and all consuming. I have a dark beast inside of me and when I close my eyes at night it's the only thing I see. I'm not sure just where it came from...I'm not sure how to get rid of it. What I do know is that I can appease it...well fro a little while, but it needs victims. It need fulfillment...as do I? Right now you are the name it screams in my nightmares. It's your name upon sickly sweet breath that he calls forth. I need a victim...I asked you once...I didn't get an answer. So I'll ask you one more time.
(Jarod leans forward pushing the labret in his chin out)
Poe: Will you be my victim?
(Holds his hand up flat)
Poe: Wait...don't answer...think about it. think about it long and hard.
(lowers his hand)
Poe: Don't just shout out something stupid like..."You'll be my victim" You see...I've heard that far too many times also. I want you too really think...really come up with some reason for my to even give you a second though, much less fear you. please...please...TELL ME SOMETHING!!! ANYTHING!!!! I'm tired of guessing...I'm with WAITING!!! Frustration is not something you want me to have...I tend to take them out in the ring.
(Jarod once more sits back in the folding chair and crosses his arm)
Poe: Does your body ache now when you awake? Are the muscles sore? Joints stiff? Have you suffered through your training? Do you think it's enough to get you by? {{shakes his head}} Well it's not not . Not even close. I'm a master wrestler...you think your hurting now? Just wait till after you spend time in the ring with me. I can see it in your eyes...the look isn't there...
(Jarod peers into the lens)
Poe: You see that look? NO...YOU DON"T
(He stands quickly and kicks the chair our from under him)
Poe: Get ready {{laughs}} Hero...I'm waiting on you. For when that bell rings and the two of us stand in the ring...I WILL torture you...I WILL beat you...I WILL PIN YOU!!! and when all is done you'll be just another victim who knows my motto
(Jarod stands and spreads his arms like an attacking eagle)
Poe: HATE WHAT YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!!!
{{Sadistic laugh}}
Poe: {{whispers}} and fear what you can't conquer
(Again Jarod let's loose a loud sadistic laugh and turns his backk to the camera. He reaches up and pulls the chain on the light)
'CLICK'
<FTB>
C
canadashero
Guest
Roleplay #3
NWL Combat Episode 1
Canada's Hero (0-0) vs. Jarod Poe
Roleplay #3
(The scene opens with Canada's Hero standing in the middle of an empty arena. He stands there awaiting his supposed interview with the NWL about his upcoming match this week. Sitting calmly in the front row is Elizabeth who seems to be thinking about other things at the moment. His preparations have been completed and he is now ready to step into the ring in the first round of this
tournament.)
(Out of the corner of his eye he sees the reporters as they head in one by one. There are a few from the local newspapers and the NWL reporter and then as always a few Canadian reporters have followed him. He shakes hands with them as he knows them very well and welcomes them with a smile. The others stand alone behind the Canadians as he shakes his head, not even looking their way.)
"Well folks," Canada's Hero states. "Today i'm here to let you all know what I paln to do this week at NWL Combat. First I will start by just telling you how I feel about it. NWL Combat is going to be one hell of a show this week. 10, yes you heard me right, 10 first-round matches in the tournament for the World Heavyweight Championship. That's unprecedented and when i'm not wrestling I plan to be glued to the television backstage to see some great wrestling skills."
"But let me get right down to business," he grabs the microphone closer and looks into the lone television camera that has been planted near him. "This man named Jarod Poe, I don't know much about him nor do I care to know anything. But I have seen a few of his ravings on tv and he has questioned why I am called "Canada's Hero". Well I won't sit here and waste my time here giving you all the reasons why I am truly a hero but I will tell him this. If your out there Jared, don't question my manhood. I am your nightmare and after Combat and our match, I will promise you this, you will find out why they call me "Canada's Hero".
(He pauses for a minute and walks around pondering what next he wants to talk about. The reporters continue to jot down many notes from his confident look and strut to the harsh words about Poe that have come out of his mouth. This match has just changed from being a normal wreslting match into something more personal and everyone in the arena can understand that this afternoon.)
"This man named Jarod Poe, he sounds like a demon possessed kid to me. Someone from a fairy tale who hasn't awoke. I don't know who exactly he's trying to scare or what he is thinking, but i've been through many tough wrestlers that I will give the upmost respect to in my day, but that victim stuff and fulfillment doesn't scare me one bit. Just get out here into this ring on Combat and let the wrestling do the talking. When I lock in the Canadian Punisher and your ankle begins to separate itself slowly from the rest of your body and the pain is uncontrollable. That is when I am at my best. That is fulfillment to me. Nothing more, nothing less."
"And your comments, they are meaningless to me. I refuse to be your so-called "victim". I won't back down. My training has brought me this far. It has gotten me into the elite of the wrestling world and I will return to where I once was. This is the prime of my career, I can feel it in my veins. This sport we call wrestling is something in which you must have physical and also mental strength. I will out-wrestle you, but I will also out-think you. That is one advantage that any Canadian will have on you wrestlers, we will always use our brain."
(He turns around and looks at Elizabeth, motioning for her to come to his side. She sees his arms waving and quickly sits up out of her chair on the front row. She has a red tank-top on with a short black skirt. Her hair is long, stringy and dark brown. Her body shines with the lights now focused on her as well as Canada's Hero. He puts his arm around her and she smiles at the camera's before he begins speaking once again, this time with a more relaxed look.)
"I just wanted all of you to meet my wife Elizabeth. We have been married for just over a year now and I couldn't ask for anything more from this woman. She is absolutely amazing! How many women are there out there who not only will travel around with you anywhere in the country without complaining, but also compete in the sport of wrestling themselves. I am incredibly lucky to find such a woman like this who backs me one-hundred percent."
(Elizabeth smiles and kisses him on the cheek. She then takes the mic and throws her back behind her ears with one thrust of her hand. Canada's Hero steps aside and looks on.)
"I can tell you all first hand that if this man beside me here loses this week at Combat it will not be due to lack of effort. I have never in my life seen someone so focused, so determined, and as confident as I have seen Jim (Canada's Hero) these past few months. He has wanted to get back into the sport of wrestling for a while now and finally made the final push to once again live his childhood dream. I actually met him back in junior high watching him on the mats in Ontario. Then and there I knew he had more heart and charisma than anyone could. Jarod Poe, good luck this weekend, because even though you think you have the advantage. You will truly meet a Canadian Hero first-hand in the ring. Be ready because we are coming..."
(Elizabeth steps aside as the reporters and cameramen clap as she walks off and takes her seat back down on the front row. Canada's Hero looks at her and around the entire arena before stepping back up in the center and grabbing the mic back for the final time.)
"Well guys, I appreciate you letting me be here. Hopefully sometime I can show you all into my hometown of Toronto, Ontario, Canada. I hope everyone there will be looking on as I step into the ring just a few days from now. If I were you Jarod Poe, I would believe the hype. I am Canada's Hero. I am ready, and I am a veteran. There is nothing that you can do or say that will stop me from my collision course with you. Even though this may be the first round, this is my first step to accomplishing what I came here to do and that is win the world championship. Thank you all and Canada, this one's for you!"
(With that Canada's Hero and Elizabeth announce that the press conference is over and the reporters begin to wrap up their stories as Elizabeth and Canada's Hero walk out of the arena and backstage to their lockerroom to look over a few things. The time is nearing for the first match in Canada's Hero's longly anticipated comback that could result in either a first-round loss or the first
step in a shot for the world title.)
NWL Combat Episode 1
Canada's Hero (0-0) vs. Jarod Poe
Roleplay #3
(The scene opens with Canada's Hero standing in the middle of an empty arena. He stands there awaiting his supposed interview with the NWL about his upcoming match this week. Sitting calmly in the front row is Elizabeth who seems to be thinking about other things at the moment. His preparations have been completed and he is now ready to step into the ring in the first round of this
tournament.)
(Out of the corner of his eye he sees the reporters as they head in one by one. There are a few from the local newspapers and the NWL reporter and then as always a few Canadian reporters have followed him. He shakes hands with them as he knows them very well and welcomes them with a smile. The others stand alone behind the Canadians as he shakes his head, not even looking their way.)
"Well folks," Canada's Hero states. "Today i'm here to let you all know what I paln to do this week at NWL Combat. First I will start by just telling you how I feel about it. NWL Combat is going to be one hell of a show this week. 10, yes you heard me right, 10 first-round matches in the tournament for the World Heavyweight Championship. That's unprecedented and when i'm not wrestling I plan to be glued to the television backstage to see some great wrestling skills."
"But let me get right down to business," he grabs the microphone closer and looks into the lone television camera that has been planted near him. "This man named Jarod Poe, I don't know much about him nor do I care to know anything. But I have seen a few of his ravings on tv and he has questioned why I am called "Canada's Hero". Well I won't sit here and waste my time here giving you all the reasons why I am truly a hero but I will tell him this. If your out there Jared, don't question my manhood. I am your nightmare and after Combat and our match, I will promise you this, you will find out why they call me "Canada's Hero".
(He pauses for a minute and walks around pondering what next he wants to talk about. The reporters continue to jot down many notes from his confident look and strut to the harsh words about Poe that have come out of his mouth. This match has just changed from being a normal wreslting match into something more personal and everyone in the arena can understand that this afternoon.)
"This man named Jarod Poe, he sounds like a demon possessed kid to me. Someone from a fairy tale who hasn't awoke. I don't know who exactly he's trying to scare or what he is thinking, but i've been through many tough wrestlers that I will give the upmost respect to in my day, but that victim stuff and fulfillment doesn't scare me one bit. Just get out here into this ring on Combat and let the wrestling do the talking. When I lock in the Canadian Punisher and your ankle begins to separate itself slowly from the rest of your body and the pain is uncontrollable. That is when I am at my best. That is fulfillment to me. Nothing more, nothing less."
"And your comments, they are meaningless to me. I refuse to be your so-called "victim". I won't back down. My training has brought me this far. It has gotten me into the elite of the wrestling world and I will return to where I once was. This is the prime of my career, I can feel it in my veins. This sport we call wrestling is something in which you must have physical and also mental strength. I will out-wrestle you, but I will also out-think you. That is one advantage that any Canadian will have on you wrestlers, we will always use our brain."
(He turns around and looks at Elizabeth, motioning for her to come to his side. She sees his arms waving and quickly sits up out of her chair on the front row. She has a red tank-top on with a short black skirt. Her hair is long, stringy and dark brown. Her body shines with the lights now focused on her as well as Canada's Hero. He puts his arm around her and she smiles at the camera's before he begins speaking once again, this time with a more relaxed look.)
"I just wanted all of you to meet my wife Elizabeth. We have been married for just over a year now and I couldn't ask for anything more from this woman. She is absolutely amazing! How many women are there out there who not only will travel around with you anywhere in the country without complaining, but also compete in the sport of wrestling themselves. I am incredibly lucky to find such a woman like this who backs me one-hundred percent."
(Elizabeth smiles and kisses him on the cheek. She then takes the mic and throws her back behind her ears with one thrust of her hand. Canada's Hero steps aside and looks on.)
"I can tell you all first hand that if this man beside me here loses this week at Combat it will not be due to lack of effort. I have never in my life seen someone so focused, so determined, and as confident as I have seen Jim (Canada's Hero) these past few months. He has wanted to get back into the sport of wrestling for a while now and finally made the final push to once again live his childhood dream. I actually met him back in junior high watching him on the mats in Ontario. Then and there I knew he had more heart and charisma than anyone could. Jarod Poe, good luck this weekend, because even though you think you have the advantage. You will truly meet a Canadian Hero first-hand in the ring. Be ready because we are coming..."
(Elizabeth steps aside as the reporters and cameramen clap as she walks off and takes her seat back down on the front row. Canada's Hero looks at her and around the entire arena before stepping back up in the center and grabbing the mic back for the final time.)
"Well guys, I appreciate you letting me be here. Hopefully sometime I can show you all into my hometown of Toronto, Ontario, Canada. I hope everyone there will be looking on as I step into the ring just a few days from now. If I were you Jarod Poe, I would believe the hype. I am Canada's Hero. I am ready, and I am a veteran. There is nothing that you can do or say that will stop me from my collision course with you. Even though this may be the first round, this is my first step to accomplishing what I came here to do and that is win the world championship. Thank you all and Canada, this one's for you!"
(With that Canada's Hero and Elizabeth announce that the press conference is over and the reporters begin to wrap up their stories as Elizabeth and Canada's Hero walk out of the arena and backstage to their lockerroom to look over a few things. The time is nearing for the first match in Canada's Hero's longly anticipated comback that could result in either a first-round loss or the first
step in a shot for the world title.)
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