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Post by FCPW President Mac Dunney on Apr 12, 2021 14:52:39 GMT
All roleplays for this match to be posted here. Maximum three roleplays per writer, no minimum or maximum word count.
Roleplays are due by 11:59:59pm on April 23!
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Post by Dream Killer on Apr 12, 2021 23:33:17 GMT
The segment opens to a dark, heavily wooden forest; there are no leaf’s hanging from them, only the dark dead-looking branches. The air is steady, the ground is dried up, no green to be seen anywhere, and the sun rays cannot penetrate the dark forest.
Voices can be heard echoing throughout the forest. Come and see, come, and see, come and see the voices repeated several times. The camera rotates around until a figure appears in from of the camera. As he raises his head, he reveals himself to be The Dream Killer Ryan Hawkins dressed in all black with his signature mask on; he holds a creepy and sinister doll in his hands.
Ryan: I am so glad you all had time to come and see. (He stares directly into the camera, and you can almost tell he has a smile under his mask) My time to cleanse this company of their fake heroes who drive off on their illusions they call dreams has come!
All of them false prophets who are sick. (He points to his head). They all need my help, but I can only cleanse one soul at a time, and the only way to save Buck Henry is to beat him at the FCPW PPV, freeing him from his dreams, goals, and whatever else his mind has tricked him into believing.
Because we are all trapped and misguided until we give in to a higher power and accept a greater purpose, tell them, Hannabelle, how you saved me. I was once lost myself. I used to try to run from the voices, but they lead me to my salvation.
Ryan stares at Hannabelle deeply.
Ryan: You see Hannabelle showed me the error of my ways and freed me from being like everyone else; you know, she showed me my destiny, and now I will do the very same for Henry as I accepted my purpose to save the misguided dreamers of the world. There is no prayer you can say no mortal training you can do to defeat me, Henry, because I know the truth. Hannabelle has woken me up, and I will repay her by punishing every soul who still believes they can make their dreams come true.
You see, fate has already set your destiny in place, Henry. There is no need to strive for ambition and goals that your dreams have tricked you into believing.
Ryan turns to Hannabelle and stares at her intensely.
Ryan: I understand Hannabelle Buck Henry believes he special because he was in the bar one night trying to drown out his failures with liquid courage; even then, as you sat there unsure what to do with your life, ready to give up and do what's best and let destiny take over.
Ryan walks over towards a tree and smashes his fist through it; as he slides his hand out of the hole he created within the tree, you can see blood start to trip from his knuckles.
Ryan: Oh, I'm sorry, Hannabelle. I didn't mean for you to see that, but I get so angry when people don't let fate take control but soon, Buck Henry, I will help you rewrite the wrong you did when you allow your mind and that man you met in the bar that day take you off the path destiny had placed for you.
You were never supposed to be a pro wrestler Buck; you've been wasting your time trying to convince yourself and everyone around that you're a massive star who's made it with your one big generic move Big House Boom. How many matches has that won you? I see just last Delight you feel to a mortal in Ace Sky, and you did not even put up a great fight. So much for only needing one move. It must be a nightmare for you right now. (Ryan lights up a creepy smile under his mask)
Suddenly Hannabelle appears on the back of a Buck as it slowly walks towards Ryan. As it stops, the camera switches back to The Dream Killer.
Ryan: You see, Henry, just like in life and also in dreams, they start small, and as time goes on, depending on how you nature them, they will grow big just like this buck, but like all things, they must come to an end just like dreams must turn to nightmares life must turn to death!
Hannabelle appears back on Ryan’s shoulder as The Bucks skin and fur starts to darken as blood oozes out of its eyes, and its skin starts to fall off; the smell of decay in the air eventually, the Buck fur and flesh fall off, leaving only its bones as it crumbles to the cold hard ground. The Dream Killer reaches down and picks up Buck's skull left behind and holds it in front of the camera.
Ryan: You see, Henry, your faith has been sealed. At April Annihilation! In going to end your dreams and continue my path as I cleanse this company of its plague. I will shatter your dreams and free you from your chains and deliver your soul to Hannabelle. Then we will put you on the destiny that faith intended for you, and only then will you be free.
Ryan holds the Bucks head in his hands as it starts to break down in his hands, turning to dust as it remains to disappear in the wind as the camera fades out and the scene goes dark.
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Post by buckhenry on Apr 22, 2021 1:10:24 GMT
We open in a boardroom with Buck Henry, in a sweatsuit, and two thirtysomething men in suits across from him.
Suit 1: “You look good, Mr. Henry. Been training hard?”
Buck offers a polite nod, though his appearance is no different than ever.
Buck: “Thank you. I have my pay-per-view debut on the 25th against this Dream Killer fellow. After my recent defeats I realized I should work to improve my conditioning accordingly.”
Suit 2: “Right, about the pay-per-view, that’s why we needed to speak to you. We got a letter from Steven Spielberg’s people, regarding your use of the Jaws theme for walkout music. They, uh…”
The two suits share a worried look as Buck looks on passively.
Suit 1: “They’re gonna sue if you don’t stop using it, unfortunately.”
Buck blinks in surprise.
Buck: “That is… disheartening. Did they specify why?”
Suit 2: “There were concerns about people possibly comparing the giant Great White shark and you, a giant white wrestler.”
Suit 1: “And they didn’t want the song associated with someone with your, uh, less than ideal win-loss record.”
Suit 2: “Basically they didn’t think you were great enough for the Great White theme.”
Buck: “Steven Spielberg said that?”
Suit 1: “Well, his people did.”
Buck: “Disheartening indeed.”
Suit 2: “Right. But, this gives us some opportunities to come up with something dynamic for you! Something that might help connect with your fans!”
Buck: “I do appreciate you gentlemen finding silver linings in the clouds. I’m assuming you have some suggestions?”
Suit 1: “Do we ever! Dave, fire up the Powerpoint!”
Suit 2, apparently Dave, turns on a TV mounted on the wall before hitting a button on his tablet.
Suit 2: “Our first thought: Metallica! They’re not litigious at all!”
Suit 1: “Lots of great songs! Iconic songs!”
Buck: “True, but it’s been done, hasn’t it? Heavy metal is quite common in wrestling.”
Suit 2: “Fair point! Our next idea: country music!”
Buck: “I do enjoy some Johnny Cash songs…”
Suit 1: “Unfortunately all of the best Johnny Cash songs are already being used. But no one’s using Toby Keith!”
Buck wrinkles his nose, a rare negative emotion expressed by the superheavyweight.
Buck: “For good reason. No thank you on that one.”
Suit 2: “I don’t blame you, he’s terrible! But his people paid us a lot of money just to suggest him.”
Suit 1: “Mr. Henry, do you mind if I ask… what type of music do you enjoy?”
Buck is silent a moment, pondering the question.
Buck: “Well, Gordon Lightfoot is wonderful. Leonard Cohen. James Taylor.”
The two suits huddle a little on their side of the table, exchanging furtive whispers before looking back to Buck.
Suit 2: “With all due respect Mr. Henry, their songs aren’t exactly… engaging in the way we’re looking for.”
Suit 1: “We need something with a hook, Mr. Henry. Something that’ll excite people the second they hear the first note, y’know?”
Buck: “Ah, of course. I suppose The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald doesn’t exactly strike the same chord.”
The two suits break into far too much laughter for such a weak pun, slapping each other on the back.
Suit 2: “Very clever Mr. Henry, very clever.”
Suit 1: “Chord. Well done.”
Buck narrows his eyes a little.
Buck: “How much cocaine did you two do before this meeting?”
Suit 1: “Oh, way too much.”
Suit 2: “I might need to go to the hospital when we’re done here, if I’m being completely honest.”
Buck: “Huh. Well… I like Gerry Raferty, is that an option?”
The suits huddle again.
Suit 1: “Baker Street? Classic sax riff, no one’s using sax riffs.”
Suit 2: “It’s smooth, it’s sexy, it’s catchy. It’s brilliant!”
The suits straighten up, beaming bright smiles.
Suit 1: “Mr. Henry, we’ll make sure First Class has it for you for your match on Sunday! Best of luck against Dream Killer!”
Buck: “Thank you gentlemen.”
Buck rises from his chair before pausing.
Buck: “Ah, Dave? You’ve got a little…”
Buck places a finger under his nose, Dave doing the same before pulling it back and seeing a little blood.
Suit 2: “Oh crap.”
Buck: “Have a good day gentlemen.”
With that Buck turns to leave, the shot fading out on a slowly panicking Suit 2 as Suit 1 digs in his pocket for some tissues.
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Post by Dream Killer on Apr 22, 2021 23:40:08 GMT
The Camera flickers on as the scene cuts open to a cabin in the deep dark Forrest hidden in the hills of Canada. The ground around the cabin is dark and cold; no grass grows near it, and animals avoid it like it's the back plague. As the camera approaches closer, the door to the cabin swings open as a voice calls out.
Voice: Come and see, Come and See, COME AND SEE!
As the voice gets louder, the voice echo throughout the forest. The camera approaches the door and enters the cabin. Inside The Dream Killer, Ryan Hawkins sits in an old rocking chair as his back faces the camera.
DK: Now Buck Henry, why do you ignore me? Why do you miss the warnings I send? Instead of preparing for me, you are wasting your time trying to find the right song.
You're more pathetic than what I imagine just a waste of human potential. You dream so big and work so little. No wonder Hannable sent me to you.
Ryan turns around in the chair why holding Hannable tightly to his chest.
DK: You must give in, Buck. It's time to give up your dreams and return to faith and accept your destiny. You are no longer in control; you are too far gone for you to help yourself. At April, Annihilation Ill help you forget about your foolish dreams; even in failure, you refuse to give in to destiny. Instead of accepting defeat, you sot around trying to come up with the perfect theme song, catchphrase, or thinking beCause you have a big move that makes you a star.
Blasphemy, I say, and you know deep down inside you don't belong in a wrestling ring. Your ambition is flawed, and Hannable sees it. She can help you, Buck; she can help make you see clearly. To obtain something they seek so precious, one must give themselves up to a higher power.
Ryan starts laughing uncontrollably, then suddenly gets serious and moves slowly towards the camera, still holding Hannable.
DK: Your time for cleansing is almost here; in just a couple more days, I'll be able to turn your dreams into dust. So soon you will come and see, and when you arrive, I will shatter those dreams for you and send you back to that bar you were drinking your life away at. Prepare yourself, bodies are going to drop, and dreams are going to end.
The scene for dark as the camera cuts off.
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