What is legacy? [RP 1 vs Carmine Reaper]
Mar 25, 2015 21:16:32 GMT -5
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Post by timothyhunt on Mar 25, 2015 21:16:32 GMT -5
It was a cool, but sunny day in Fairborn Ohio. We find our innovator of violence standing outside what appeared to be the charred remains of a big house on farm land. Timothy just stood there and sighed as he looked over the rubble and ashes of what was left. He picked up a brick from the house and just held it in his hands as he looked out over everything.
"Life changes every day. A life is brought into the world and one is taken out of the world at the same time. I knew the man that lived in this house. When he passed a few months ago, this house became a house to keep at risk children in check. Now...it is a pile of ashes and I never understand why. Why do people think they can try to take life away that has so much potential."
Timothy dropped the brick back in the pile of bricks that was in front of him. He took a sigh and sat on the ground just looking over things as a stiff breeze blew across his body. Timothy took his sunglasses off and stuck them in his shirt pocket.
"People think that I haven't seen it all in wrestling. They think that I am some push over, when I have clearly made my own legacy. Some call me a 'midcarder for life' and that is fine. That is on them and not on me. This match however....this match will start my path to glory and greatness. I am considering all of my options and since I am a great innovator I have many options to plot and plan about."
Timothy closed his eyes to let the breeze come over him. He chuckled as a smile crept across his face. Timothy then opened his eyes, with a look of determination on his face.
"My opponent says that I have never seen anything like him. That I have never seen something more 'Grim' like his nickname states. Well let me clear the air if you will. I didn't hold the Ultraviolent title for one hundred and twenty eight days and not see things that are more grim than you Carmine. Hell, Daniel Tyler is my biggest rival and has done things to me that have nearly ended my career when I first started my career. You don't scare me Carmine."
Timothy stood back up and started to walk through the burnt trash and house that was around him. He picked up a piece of paper and looked at it. He smiled when he saw the drawing that a kid drew. Timothy folded up the picture and put it in his shirt pocket before he continued to speak.
"We are legends, but what is our legacy Carmine? Are you ready to help start an innovative movement? I have seen a lot more grim things in my lifetime. I lost my parents in a fire, my sister has nothing more to do with me, so what do I have to lose? Pride? Fans? Hell I don't care about them. The only people I care about is Deacon and myself. I finally have a clear vision of what I want, and I always claim what I want."
Timothy chuckled as he pulled out his sunglasses. Timothy put his sunglasses on and started to make his way towards the car he came in.
"First Carmine is taken out, then as time goes on the world championship. That is what I want. Plan on claiming it. I hope everyone is ready for innovation..."
Timothy gets in his car and turns it on. Timothy turns on his radio and pulls out of the driveway. Timothy rolls down his window and shakes his head as he looks back one more time before he drives off.
"Life changes every day. A life is brought into the world and one is taken out of the world at the same time. I knew the man that lived in this house. When he passed a few months ago, this house became a house to keep at risk children in check. Now...it is a pile of ashes and I never understand why. Why do people think they can try to take life away that has so much potential."
Timothy dropped the brick back in the pile of bricks that was in front of him. He took a sigh and sat on the ground just looking over things as a stiff breeze blew across his body. Timothy took his sunglasses off and stuck them in his shirt pocket.
"People think that I haven't seen it all in wrestling. They think that I am some push over, when I have clearly made my own legacy. Some call me a 'midcarder for life' and that is fine. That is on them and not on me. This match however....this match will start my path to glory and greatness. I am considering all of my options and since I am a great innovator I have many options to plot and plan about."
Timothy closed his eyes to let the breeze come over him. He chuckled as a smile crept across his face. Timothy then opened his eyes, with a look of determination on his face.
"My opponent says that I have never seen anything like him. That I have never seen something more 'Grim' like his nickname states. Well let me clear the air if you will. I didn't hold the Ultraviolent title for one hundred and twenty eight days and not see things that are more grim than you Carmine. Hell, Daniel Tyler is my biggest rival and has done things to me that have nearly ended my career when I first started my career. You don't scare me Carmine."
Timothy stood back up and started to walk through the burnt trash and house that was around him. He picked up a piece of paper and looked at it. He smiled when he saw the drawing that a kid drew. Timothy folded up the picture and put it in his shirt pocket before he continued to speak.
"We are legends, but what is our legacy Carmine? Are you ready to help start an innovative movement? I have seen a lot more grim things in my lifetime. I lost my parents in a fire, my sister has nothing more to do with me, so what do I have to lose? Pride? Fans? Hell I don't care about them. The only people I care about is Deacon and myself. I finally have a clear vision of what I want, and I always claim what I want."
Timothy chuckled as he pulled out his sunglasses. Timothy put his sunglasses on and started to make his way towards the car he came in.
"First Carmine is taken out, then as time goes on the world championship. That is what I want. Plan on claiming it. I hope everyone is ready for innovation..."
Timothy gets in his car and turns it on. Timothy turns on his radio and pulls out of the driveway. Timothy rolls down his window and shakes his head as he looks back one more time before he drives off.