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Post by apexstaff on May 14, 2023 15:49:07 GMT -5
PWS: APEX PRESENTS: DESTINY May 27th and 28th, 2023 Fenway Park - Boston, MA
Singles Match
Jonathan Sanders vs. Richard Rider
DEADLINE: 5/21/23 11:59:59 PM EST One RP Per character 500 min, 5000 max
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Post by Jonathan Sanders on May 22, 2023 22:52:29 GMT -5
PRELUDE: THE ROAD NOT TAKEN
“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood…”
*Fade In.*
*We are greeted with black-and-white footage of a PWS: Apex arena, as the elaborate entrance of “Hollywood” Richard Rider plays in slow-motion before us. Rider stands at the top of the ramp and gazes down, holding one hand above his eyes a la Christian Cage as he scans the audience for his “adoring” fans. The narration continues over top of this footage, the familiar gloomy tones of Jonathan Sanders.*
“And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth…”
*Here, the footage changes, smash-cutting to a montage of Richard Rider hitting on women and striking out. At first he’s posing and gyrating his hips to a group of VERY disinterested female fans, clearly oblivious to their eye-rolls and snickers, then we rotate through various angles of him getting slapped or drinks thrown in his face by an assorted cast of less-than-smitten women.*
“Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear;”
*Another smash-cut, this time to Rider posing for a selfie with an awkwardly-smiling, incredibly stiff woman in the front row, whose gaze seems to be darting left and right, seeking any way out of this particular situation. We then roll through more footage of Rider getting rejected, including having his hair pulled and an entire cake smashed into his face.*
“Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same…”
*We smash-cut once more, this time to Richard Rider having his bags filled with fish and being ‘menaced’ by the Squid-Man, an assorted roll of clips of the ways in which the Aquatic Avenger made his day slightly worse.*
“And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black.”
*Next, we jump-cut to footage of Richard Rider being bested in the ring, trying in vain to stand up to his opponents. The first is Alexander Lyons, laying Rider out with a VICIOUS Clothesline, followed by a Brightroar DDT and the quick three-count.*
“Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back.”
*Next, our scene smash-cuts to Richard Rider suffering greatly at the hands of Dionysus, taking a Loaded Pistol, then a Rusty Cleaver, then a SECOND Rusty Cleaver again and hitting the mat like a ton of bricks. Again, this clip ends with the three-count and Rider losing the match.*
“I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence…”
*We cut once more, this time to Rider in the ring with Jonathan Sanders. We roll through various clips of him struggling in the Great Depression hold, then taking a Shot of Serotonin, and finally the Total Eclipse of the Soul, being pinned one final time.*
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.
*We hold for a long moment on a shot of Richard Rider lying on the mat, staring up at the lights, a look of utter defeat playing across his face before we slowly fade to black.*
*Fade Out.*
—----------------------------------------------------------------------------- ANTITHESIS: THE LITTLE LIES
*We hold on the blackness for a long moment, until it’s broken by the soft ‘Click!’ of a single hanging lightbulb, which casts stark light and long shadows down upon the figure of “The Lost Cause” Jonathan Sanders, clad in a black hoodie with white lettering on the front which reads “Will the Circle be Unbroken?” in a stylized font, written in a circular pattern around a black-and-white image of Jonathan cradling an unconscious Tyson Sykes. Sanders grins a wicked grin into the camera, his steel-grey eyes glinting maliciously as he begins to speak.*
“How long must we do this dance, Richard Rider? How long will you make yourself a slave to your delusions? We both KNOW you are not fooling anybody, don’t we? You are not an ‘A-Lister’, you are no ‘Hollywood Heartthrob’; you are merely an aging, tired addict - a JUNKIE for fame and adulation - grasping DESPERATELY for that one last fix by parading yourself about as a delusional clown for these ungrateful vampires. You are pathetic…”
*Here, Sanders pauses, his grin having vanished into a deep, disdainful scowl. As he begins his diatribe anew, the smirk gradually blooms again.*
“Although, I must confess I often wonder… do you really believe the little lies you feed yourself, Richard Rider? Are you TRULY so lost within your fantasies, so wrapped up in your childish imagination, that you’ve taken utter leave of all your senses, refusing to see yourself for what you are? Are you truly just a delusional fool, clinging to the only shred of fame or glory that you could possibly possess? I am unconvinced. I do not believe for a moment that you are so lost in your delusions, Richard… in point of fact, I think the TRUTH is far more wickedly delicious.”
*The Snake of Eden pauses one more time, the amber light flickering from the single bulb casting a shadow in his eye sockets as it swings above his head, causing his eyes to appear as tiny pinpricks of light against the shadow, and lending his entire face a more angled, predatory air.*
“I believe you know the truth, deep down - I believe you’re well aware that you will never be the man you claim to be. That you will never reach the GOAL that you have set yourself. I believe you REALIZE, somewhere in the furthest reaches of your mind, precisely how pitiful and insignificant the REAL Richard Rider is. You KNOW your work is futile, that you will NEVER earn the love and admiration you so dearly crave… and that knowledge is devouring your psyche like a bloated, writhing leech.”
*Another pause, and Sanders’ lips curl into another vicious snarl.*
“That must be WHY you chose to throw yourself into my path yet again, Richard - why you set your sights on MY Dark Queen, even KNOWING - as you SHOULD - that she is well and truly spoken for!”
*A beat. He continues, calmer now.*
“Because you want to DIE tonight, don’t you, Richard Rider? You KNOW who and WHAT you truly are, deep down - you’ve realized you’ll never be anything beyond a delusional, childish joke to all these fans who you so DEEPLY wish would love you - and you can no longer choose to live with that knowledge. Well you have CERTAINLY chosen correctly if that is your aim, Richard, and if I may be forward?”
*His lips curl up again, into a chillingly sincere grin, as he leans forward into the light.*
“It would be my genuine pleasure to put you out of your, and everyone else’s, misery.”
*Sanders continues to grin his chilling grin into the camera, the lens focusing on him for an uncomfortably long moment as he slowly reaches upwards to extinguish the single hanging bulb with an echoing 'Click!' We linger in the darkness for a moment, and then…*
*Fade out.*
*Fin.*
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Post by Richard Rider on May 22, 2023 22:58:41 GMT -5
(The cameras fade up with Richard Rider walking in the back. But he wasn't walking normal. He was walking slowly, looking over his shoulder, and frankly he looked like he was about to piss his pants. He gets to a corner and peeks around it slowly. As he is doing so, he is approached by by backstage interviewer, Daniel Clark)
Daniel Clark: Um… Richard?
(Daniel tapped him on the shoulder and Rider jumped and let out a scream that sounded like it came out of a 10 year old girl. He turns around and sees who it was and lets out a relieved sigh)
Richard Rider: DONT FUCKING DO THAT… I THOUGHT YOU WERE…
Daniel Clark: You thought I was Jonathan Sanders and that you were about to die?
(Rider scoffed, whatever!)
Richard Rider: Pssssh NO! I am not afraid of a little emo bitch boy. Jonathan Sanders doesn't scare me. After Destiny…
Daniel Clark: After Destiny he is going to show you why you shouldn't mess with another man's wife.
Richard Rider: See… he doesn't value her. He doesn't care. She deserves better. She deserves a man she can be proud to be seen with. Some one who doesn't sulk around in the shadows and have some sick obsession with another man. She needs a man who is as good looking as she is.
Daniel Clark: And let me guess… you think that man is you?
(Rider looked insulted)
Richard Rider: Of course I'm that man! After Destiny… I bet she is gonna file for divorce. Can't say I blame her. Sanders brings nothing to the table.
Daniel Clark: Sanders is a former champion… a member of antithesis… an established wrestler with more wins under his belt than you have matches in total.
Richard Rider: And? So he has had some luck. I'm a former champion too, don't forget.
Daniel Clark: You call that one month run with the tag belts a title reign? Pathetic.
Richard Rider: Now you listen to me, you little punk! Alexandra is my Dark Queen, and after I beat her husband and she beats Mike Hawk for that Word Title… she's gonna feel like celebrating. And who do you think she is gonna run to for a celebration?
(He motioned down to his abs with a smirk. Daniel shakes his head)
Daniel Clark: Oh, hey Sanders!
(Rider let out a shriek as he turned around to see no one there. Daniel laughed.)
Daniel Clark: Too easy.
(Daniel started to walk off laughing. The cameras cut back to Rider)
Richard Rider: What a punk. I'm not afraid of emo boy Sanders. Pssssssh
(Rider puffed out his chest as turns around to see a woman standing there with a pen and paper.)
Woman: Are you?
Richard Rider: Yes, I'm Richard Rider. I bet you want an autograph huh? Whats your name?
Woman: I uh… Claire?
(He took the paper and pen and started writinf)
Richard Rider: To Claire, my number 1 fan, love, Richard Rider. There ya go.
(He handed it back to her and walked off with a smirk)
Woman: I was looking for Jonathan Sanders…
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