Post by pedigree on Jan 16, 2007 0:10:30 GMT 1
"Hardcore", a word used to describe a match so horiffic and brutal hardly anyone who participates in one walks out unharmed.. No matter how hard you try, nothing will stop the scars from showing up on your body.. Nothing you do will make them go away.. To some, this is how they learn a lesson.. To others, they mean so much more.. They're part of the legacy they've created, reminding them every day of how hard they fought to get where they are.. That, not matter how many scars they have, it was all worth it..
I am one of those select few who take great pride in the scars they cary on their body, treasuring them.. Hoping that the next one I receive will take it's place on my body as it were a part of history, a memory of what I once did if it should all end one day.. Because when you think of it, a career doesn't last forever.. Your legacy, your scars, on the other hand... Those last a lifetime..
January 15th, 05.30AM
The European Airspace
The scene opens up as we see a dark sky, clouds passing by as if they were nothing more then a curtain of smoke, the moon shines brightly in the distance.. As the camera zooms out, we see the contours of a plane window with it's reflection showing a few people sitting inside of the plane.. As the camera pans around the inside of the plane, the picture becomes more clear as all of the passengers are seen.. Some are still sleeping, others are having an early breakfast.. The camera focuses on the nearest seat, the one which Pedigree is sitting in.. He's wearing an all black suit, his hear tied into a ponytail, and he seems to be surfing the internet on his laptop.. As the camera zooms in on the screen, a picture of Shane Callaway pops up with a small slab of text beneath it.. Pedigree seems to be reading Shane's latest entry to his weblog as the camera zooms back out and shows Pedigree still reading the text, a smile developing on his face..
As he's done reading, he shuts of his laptop and sits back.. Closing his eyes for a few seconds before sitting back up and turning his attention towards the camera.
Here we are, after all these years.. After all these years I finally have the chance to return to my roots, to go back to where it all started..Europe! I never thought it would one day come to this, that after leaving so many years ago I'd one day make it "home" again.. Eventhough my star really started to rise once I made it to the States, this place gave me a chance to start following my dreams.. This is where I became a wrestler.. This is where I won my first titles, one of those titles being the WWEB Hardcore Title..
And when you think of it, it's pretty funny.. I mean, returning to the continent where I won my first Harcore title to face Shane Callaway in a Harcore style match.. And not only that, I'm returning to the very first continent where me and Callaway have ever faced.. It brings back alot of memories.. Memories of hatred, pain and suffering.. Memories of some of the most brutal matches I've ever had.. Matches that would either make or break you, matches where you had to fight for survival and to seal your spot at the top of the foodchain..
It's matches like those that started the rivalry between me and Shane, we both started here.. We both had to prove to the world that we were the next generation, and after all the sacrifice.. the WWEB World Title came along and became that one golden oppurtunity.. That one chance to do what we've always been fighting for, to take our place on the top of the European mountain..When Shane took that away from me, I was feeling the same thing he is now.. Pure and utter hatred.. I was robbed of one of the few things I really cared about, and I wanted my revenge.. And eventually, I got in back in 2003 as I ended Shane's career, or so I thought..
Pedigree checks his watch, a solid gold rolex, and smiles.. It's almost like he is happy with every second that he comes closer and closer to The Netherlands and January 27th.. He now looks back up to the camera, and continues to speak
We're only 12 days away, and with every second that passes we come closer to the 27th and Shooting Stars.. Meaning that with every second we move forward, the less time we have before all hell breaks loose.. No one knows what will happen, no one knows in what shape either Shane or myself will be in when it all ends.. No one knows wether it's going to be me or Shane walking out of that match victorious, maybe I will once again defeat him.. Or maybe karma will punish me for what I did in the past and will give Shane what he's been craving for ever since I ended his career dead in it's tracks.. Anything can happen, right?
The only thing me and Shane are sure of is that we're going back to where it all started, and where it all will possibly end..It doesn't matter what either of us have accomplished in the past, it doesn't matter where we go after this.. The most important thing is here and now, and this time history will be made once again.. It can either repeat itself, or be changed entirely.. The only thing that will remain the same is the brutality, the bloodshed and the fire that burns in both of us.. And once all that happens, the entire continent of Europe will never be the same again.. Neither will I, neither will Shane..
There will be no place for pity, no time for remorse.. Just plain and simple hardcore.. The type of style I have mastered and revolutionised over the years, and at Shooting Stars.. Shane will be the one to experience this first hand, and there will be no escape.. There will be no stopping the match, there will be no humanity.. The only way it will end is when either one of us isn't capable of continuing.. Prepare yourself for the ultimate showdown, I know I will..
The light turns on signaling all passengers to fasten their seatbelts and prepare for landing, Pedigree does so and sits back in his chair.. A smile returning to his face once again as the scene fades to black.
OCC: Yeah, not as long as the rp's I could write.. But I'm tired and busy, so don't blame me
I am one of those select few who take great pride in the scars they cary on their body, treasuring them.. Hoping that the next one I receive will take it's place on my body as it were a part of history, a memory of what I once did if it should all end one day.. Because when you think of it, a career doesn't last forever.. Your legacy, your scars, on the other hand... Those last a lifetime..
January 15th, 05.30AM
The European Airspace
The scene opens up as we see a dark sky, clouds passing by as if they were nothing more then a curtain of smoke, the moon shines brightly in the distance.. As the camera zooms out, we see the contours of a plane window with it's reflection showing a few people sitting inside of the plane.. As the camera pans around the inside of the plane, the picture becomes more clear as all of the passengers are seen.. Some are still sleeping, others are having an early breakfast.. The camera focuses on the nearest seat, the one which Pedigree is sitting in.. He's wearing an all black suit, his hear tied into a ponytail, and he seems to be surfing the internet on his laptop.. As the camera zooms in on the screen, a picture of Shane Callaway pops up with a small slab of text beneath it.. Pedigree seems to be reading Shane's latest entry to his weblog as the camera zooms back out and shows Pedigree still reading the text, a smile developing on his face..
As he's done reading, he shuts of his laptop and sits back.. Closing his eyes for a few seconds before sitting back up and turning his attention towards the camera.
Here we are, after all these years.. After all these years I finally have the chance to return to my roots, to go back to where it all started..Europe! I never thought it would one day come to this, that after leaving so many years ago I'd one day make it "home" again.. Eventhough my star really started to rise once I made it to the States, this place gave me a chance to start following my dreams.. This is where I became a wrestler.. This is where I won my first titles, one of those titles being the WWEB Hardcore Title..
And when you think of it, it's pretty funny.. I mean, returning to the continent where I won my first Harcore title to face Shane Callaway in a Harcore style match.. And not only that, I'm returning to the very first continent where me and Callaway have ever faced.. It brings back alot of memories.. Memories of hatred, pain and suffering.. Memories of some of the most brutal matches I've ever had.. Matches that would either make or break you, matches where you had to fight for survival and to seal your spot at the top of the foodchain..
It's matches like those that started the rivalry between me and Shane, we both started here.. We both had to prove to the world that we were the next generation, and after all the sacrifice.. the WWEB World Title came along and became that one golden oppurtunity.. That one chance to do what we've always been fighting for, to take our place on the top of the European mountain..When Shane took that away from me, I was feeling the same thing he is now.. Pure and utter hatred.. I was robbed of one of the few things I really cared about, and I wanted my revenge.. And eventually, I got in back in 2003 as I ended Shane's career, or so I thought..
Pedigree checks his watch, a solid gold rolex, and smiles.. It's almost like he is happy with every second that he comes closer and closer to The Netherlands and January 27th.. He now looks back up to the camera, and continues to speak
We're only 12 days away, and with every second that passes we come closer to the 27th and Shooting Stars.. Meaning that with every second we move forward, the less time we have before all hell breaks loose.. No one knows what will happen, no one knows in what shape either Shane or myself will be in when it all ends.. No one knows wether it's going to be me or Shane walking out of that match victorious, maybe I will once again defeat him.. Or maybe karma will punish me for what I did in the past and will give Shane what he's been craving for ever since I ended his career dead in it's tracks.. Anything can happen, right?
The only thing me and Shane are sure of is that we're going back to where it all started, and where it all will possibly end..It doesn't matter what either of us have accomplished in the past, it doesn't matter where we go after this.. The most important thing is here and now, and this time history will be made once again.. It can either repeat itself, or be changed entirely.. The only thing that will remain the same is the brutality, the bloodshed and the fire that burns in both of us.. And once all that happens, the entire continent of Europe will never be the same again.. Neither will I, neither will Shane..
There will be no place for pity, no time for remorse.. Just plain and simple hardcore.. The type of style I have mastered and revolutionised over the years, and at Shooting Stars.. Shane will be the one to experience this first hand, and there will be no escape.. There will be no stopping the match, there will be no humanity.. The only way it will end is when either one of us isn't capable of continuing.. Prepare yourself for the ultimate showdown, I know I will..
The light turns on signaling all passengers to fasten their seatbelts and prepare for landing, Pedigree does so and sits back in his chair.. A smile returning to his face once again as the scene fades to black.
OCC: Yeah, not as long as the rp's I could write.. But I'm tired and busy, so don't blame me
