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Post by Josh Duncan on Oct 2, 2014 13:34:06 GMT -6
1 RP Max. 300 word minimum. Deadline is October 16th at 11:59 PM Eastern.
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Post by Caleb Haines on Oct 16, 2014 19:42:16 GMT -6
{Scene opens to a forested area on a dark damp October night in Toronto, Ontario, Canada. In the distance you can hear cars zoom by. Suddenly the camera shakes and turns towards the man holding it. “Complete Anarchy” Caleb Haines. He stares at the camera with his frosted breath disappearing into the night sky.}
Caleb Haines: October…it’s a month of change. Up here, in the great white north we all get together early on in the month put on masks and pretend that we are thankful for the things we have in our lives. Happy memories continue as families all pile up in their mini vans and whisk away to some pumpkin farm to grab the most perfect pumpkin for Halloween. Oh it’s such a precious moment….WELL NOT FOR ME! No you see in the Haines household…..Thanksgiving was a can of sardines and sip from Dad’s whiskey glass and then going to bed just hoping…no PRAYING that you didn’t get a smack upside the head for breathing the wrong way.
{He takes a deep intense breath and continues.}
Caleb Haines: Where I am right now….this…is what I feel like all the time. There is no better place in this city that can truly describe me more than Moss Park. An urban escape amidst the chaos. But this place isn’t without its local degenerates. Routinely I walk through seeing the twitches getting their fix. I was there once…it’s all too familiar to me until I found another way to escape myself…..another way to relieve the memories that shut the door behind me wherever I go……
{Caleb pulls the camera back and you see a few addicts smoking crack on the bench behind him. He peels his hood back to reveal a sinister look in his eyes.}
Caleb Haines: Pain…pain to me is everything….the feeling of pain makes me able to do what I do…to inflict what I inflict! An unknowing anarchy onto anyone that crosses my path…whether I walk in their way or not. So I turned to wrestling as my focus for all of me…..and my focus brings me to Portland, Oregon….for Pro Wrestling Project’s twelfth show ‘Trick or Treat’
{He chuckles to himself and shakes his head.}
Caleb Haines: Halloween themed that’s cute….it really is…so tell me do we get to dress up to? Will the marks in the crowd ‘love it’ if I come out dressed as Optimus Prime or Captain America?!?! I bet they would…..but sadly no the only mask I wear is the one you are staring at right now. Once I step through those ropes…I am the devil himself. I wasn’t born this way…I was made this way. My elbows connecting onto a jaw and knocking out my opponent is my candy in the bag.
{Caleb looks behind him towards the crack addicts enjoying their fix.}
Caleb Haines: Trick or Treat….hey you people remember when you would go as a kid. You’d pass the odd house with the lights off because they didn’t buy candy or want to be bothered? That’s me as I walk to the ring….but once I step through those ropes…the lights come on and you are more than welcome to knock….but be fair warned for when I knock back. For I do not stop until my knuckles bleed or I see those eyes go bloodshot as I try and take that oh so important last breath of air.
Caleb Haines: PWP….your world as you know it will be forever changed on October twenty-fifth….as I….the Complete Anarchy himself, Caleb Haines makes his debut….and in that I get Karnival and The Predator….two guys that seem to enjoy a good fight. More so they look like they could enjoy a good infliction….Now I can tell you all about Karnival just by hearing his name. Black trench coat….black everything the true darkness himself…real original there sir. Your accolades before, I’m sure can impress people…but not me. I may be ‘green’ as the boys call it but all I see when I think of you is red. All I see is a spoiled little rich kid who wears makeup and acts dark because Daddy was working and probably sticking it to his secretary all the time, whilst Mommy sat at home on the wine and cigarettes calling the carpenter over once a week for the old hammer and nail. If I’m wrong, I apologize….but placing you in the class of a large amount of the fake emo shitheads is all I can assume for now. Depression, anxiety these are things I learned to deal with at the age of five as I laid on a piss stained mattress….I grew up fast…I had no other choice. Yes my father was an absolute piece of shit but he did teach me something. I knew what I didn’t want to be….but I knew who I wanted to destroy….
{He lies the camera down and pulls the hood back up.}
Caleb Haines: The other man in this match….The Predator…formerly known as Arik Arrow but due to a brain injury….blah blah blah….nobody….fucking…….cares. Maybe the brain injury was a blessing. But you do not choose to see it that way I bet. You try and ignore your past instead of embrace….YOU ran away from everything that you remembered. Your memories drive a fear in you so deep that you can never escape it. I’m the one that will bring you full circle Arik…yes I’m calling you Arik because that is the real you…not this ‘Predator’ that steps in the ring with me. I demand my opponents to be at their utmost best….and until you embrace your true self Arik…you will be never be at your best.
{He takes a deep breath before continuing.}
Caleb Haines: Finally….the third man in this match….myself! The only threat in this Triple Threat match is me. I am the only man that can both lose and win this match. Caleb…keep your head on straight and don’t blackout….because when you blackout…everyone becomes him and we don’t want that happening…..well not yet at least. You see for I am the walking critical infliction….My night will not stop with my debut…..oh no….I will find my moment and I will strike whenever I damn well please. PWP…..it’s about to get a dose of complete…..anarchy……
{Caleb’s hand covers the lens blacking out the feed as we fade out.} |
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