Post by LeKKter tha Lunatik on Jul 17, 2013 16:38:20 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry, for the lack of quality in the RP. I had to get something done, but the past few weeks have been EXTRORDINARILY stressful for me, and I just havent had the time to map anything out. I will come better next week. I promise.
*KNOCK, KNOCK!!*
The sound of knocking--rather pounding--is what opens up the scenery. The cameras snap into vision of a hand slamming palm-first into the front of a red door of an apartment. No response is given to the knocking, so it is repeated, this time a familiar voice accompanies it...
*KNOCK, KNOCK!!*
"LEKKTER!! GODDAMNIT!! OPEN THE DOOR!!"
...The voice is someone whom we haven't seen in a while: Brian Cassius. He pounds on the door relentlessly for a few more moments until the door swings open with ferocity. On the other side of the door stands LeKKter tha LunatiK, appearance rather disheveled--for him at least. His eyes are flaring with rage as a lit cigarette rests in his mouth...
"WHAT! THE! FUCK!?!" roars LeKKter.
Cassius wastes no time in tossing him a gym bag. LeKKter catches the bag with a surprised look on his face...
"DaFUQ is THIS?" LeKKter asks.
"Get up. Get dressed. Now."
"What the hell for?"
"I'm sick of this. YOU, my friend, are going to prepare for you match this week. And to do that, you are hitting the goddamned gym. NO questions; NO bitching. Get up now, and let's go."
LeKKter smirks to himself, and drops the bag on the inside to the door, and up against the wall...
"You have GOT to be joking."
"Nope."
"Dude, I am NOT going ANYWHERE with you."
"Too bad this isn't up for debate. I am TIRED of you half-assing your way through your career. I have seen you topple some of the greats in this business before. Now all of a sudden, you have started to slack off. You came THIS close to defeating Jerry Matthews last Rapture. Yet, you lost. You know why?"
"Because I didn't knock him out far enough from the ring ropes..."
"No. Because you were NOT ready for ALL situations. A PREPARED wrestler would've seen that Matthews was too close to the ring ropes, and he would've prevented it from happening. YOU weren't. And YOU lost. That's not happening again. Not on my watch. Now, get the HELL up. and let's go to the gym."
"YOU THINK THAT WAS THE PROBLEM?!? I disagree. I HAD Jerry Matthews BEAT."
"Yet, what happened?"
"..."
"Exactly. You LOST. NOW GET DRESSED!!"
LeKKter drags his cigarette and turns away. He plops himself back down in his chair, and stares at the wall. Cassius continues speaking...
"Who's your opponent this week?"
"Derek Jacobs."
"And what's your gameplan?"
"To win. Period."
"And to do that?"
"I must...PREPARE." LeKKter says unwillingly. "OKAY FINE! I will go to the gym. The more I think of it, the more I believe that I am off of my game. And that I need to rectify it...
"Derek Jacobs...you sure have picked an unfortunate time to cross my path...
"Before I head out to train, I must let you know a few things about myself. And just what you are in for on Saturday. Two weeks ago, I went to the limits with one of the best in this business. And while I didn't win, it made me recollect on a few things. One of them being my desire to compete, and my capabilities.
NEVER have I been a slouch. NEVER have I been an easy win. And I refuse to be labeled as one. Matthews thought that he could just run me over, and he didn't He WON, but barely. This week, that outcome will not duplicate itself...especially against someone like YOU!
"Jacobs, we are NOTHING alike. Period. No matter how much you claim otherwise. Win/loss records arent the only thing seperating the two of us in identity. And you will find out as much on Saturday, when I treat you just like ANY of my other opponents: as an enemy.
"One thing you don't know about me is this: you say there is no ill will between us, and you are partially correct. As I have said to anyone that had crossed my path I will say to you: for as long as we are across from eachother in the squared circle, we ARE enemies. And until that final bell rings, that is EXACTLY how I am going to approach you. And when you are laid out, in the middle of the ring staring at the lights, you will see exactly how much 'Ill will' I have for you, and EVERYONE ELSE who dares to face me in the ring.
"You claim to have a little bit of chaos in you...I AM THE INCARNATION OF CHAOS! THe CATALYST of INSANITY. Walking crime spree or not, I will PROVE to you just how CHAOTIC I am. We have just a few more days until we meet, Jacobs. And I can't wait for our paths to cross. Because once they do, the only thing that will be crossed again are your arms over your chest, as you are stretchered away.
"Today is Wednesday. I have three more days to "train." to "prepare." But I don't think I need it at ALL to deal with YOU. YOU better follow suit and hit that gym, boy. Because...I'm coming."
*END TRANSMISSION*
*KNOCK, KNOCK!!*
The sound of knocking--rather pounding--is what opens up the scenery. The cameras snap into vision of a hand slamming palm-first into the front of a red door of an apartment. No response is given to the knocking, so it is repeated, this time a familiar voice accompanies it...
*KNOCK, KNOCK!!*
"LEKKTER!! GODDAMNIT!! OPEN THE DOOR!!"
...The voice is someone whom we haven't seen in a while: Brian Cassius. He pounds on the door relentlessly for a few more moments until the door swings open with ferocity. On the other side of the door stands LeKKter tha LunatiK, appearance rather disheveled--for him at least. His eyes are flaring with rage as a lit cigarette rests in his mouth...
"WHAT! THE! FUCK!?!" roars LeKKter.
Cassius wastes no time in tossing him a gym bag. LeKKter catches the bag with a surprised look on his face...
"DaFUQ is THIS?" LeKKter asks.
"Get up. Get dressed. Now."
"What the hell for?"
"I'm sick of this. YOU, my friend, are going to prepare for you match this week. And to do that, you are hitting the goddamned gym. NO questions; NO bitching. Get up now, and let's go."
LeKKter smirks to himself, and drops the bag on the inside to the door, and up against the wall...
"You have GOT to be joking."
"Nope."
"Dude, I am NOT going ANYWHERE with you."
"Too bad this isn't up for debate. I am TIRED of you half-assing your way through your career. I have seen you topple some of the greats in this business before. Now all of a sudden, you have started to slack off. You came THIS close to defeating Jerry Matthews last Rapture. Yet, you lost. You know why?"
"Because I didn't knock him out far enough from the ring ropes..."
"No. Because you were NOT ready for ALL situations. A PREPARED wrestler would've seen that Matthews was too close to the ring ropes, and he would've prevented it from happening. YOU weren't. And YOU lost. That's not happening again. Not on my watch. Now, get the HELL up. and let's go to the gym."
"YOU THINK THAT WAS THE PROBLEM?!? I disagree. I HAD Jerry Matthews BEAT."
"Yet, what happened?"
"..."
"Exactly. You LOST. NOW GET DRESSED!!"
LeKKter drags his cigarette and turns away. He plops himself back down in his chair, and stares at the wall. Cassius continues speaking...
"Who's your opponent this week?"
"Derek Jacobs."
"And what's your gameplan?"
"To win. Period."
"And to do that?"
"I must...PREPARE." LeKKter says unwillingly. "OKAY FINE! I will go to the gym. The more I think of it, the more I believe that I am off of my game. And that I need to rectify it...
"Derek Jacobs...you sure have picked an unfortunate time to cross my path...
"Before I head out to train, I must let you know a few things about myself. And just what you are in for on Saturday. Two weeks ago, I went to the limits with one of the best in this business. And while I didn't win, it made me recollect on a few things. One of them being my desire to compete, and my capabilities.
NEVER have I been a slouch. NEVER have I been an easy win. And I refuse to be labeled as one. Matthews thought that he could just run me over, and he didn't He WON, but barely. This week, that outcome will not duplicate itself...especially against someone like YOU!
"Jacobs, we are NOTHING alike. Period. No matter how much you claim otherwise. Win/loss records arent the only thing seperating the two of us in identity. And you will find out as much on Saturday, when I treat you just like ANY of my other opponents: as an enemy.
"One thing you don't know about me is this: you say there is no ill will between us, and you are partially correct. As I have said to anyone that had crossed my path I will say to you: for as long as we are across from eachother in the squared circle, we ARE enemies. And until that final bell rings, that is EXACTLY how I am going to approach you. And when you are laid out, in the middle of the ring staring at the lights, you will see exactly how much 'Ill will' I have for you, and EVERYONE ELSE who dares to face me in the ring.
"You claim to have a little bit of chaos in you...I AM THE INCARNATION OF CHAOS! THe CATALYST of INSANITY. Walking crime spree or not, I will PROVE to you just how CHAOTIC I am. We have just a few more days until we meet, Jacobs. And I can't wait for our paths to cross. Because once they do, the only thing that will be crossed again are your arms over your chest, as you are stretchered away.
"Today is Wednesday. I have three more days to "train." to "prepare." But I don't think I need it at ALL to deal with YOU. YOU better follow suit and hit that gym, boy. Because...I'm coming."
*END TRANSMISSION*