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Roleplay
Number:
01 Next
Match:
w/Sebastian Morreau vs. Macabre/TheLostCrow
Event:
Mind Games
Stipulation:
Tag Team
Title:
N/A
He was standing on the edge, looking down at what awaited him below. Could this be it? Could this be the abrupt end of his life? Would this be his legacy? He licked his lips, as he watched traffic speed by in blurs on the street below. Anthoni looked up as it began to sprinkle, gradually elevating into a steady drizzle of rain. Each drop that hit his forehead felt cool and refreshing to him as he backed off the ledge slowly. As he stepped down, he turned his head, thinking that he heard something, a voice perhaps. But as he looked around, scanning his surroundings, he saw nothing, and shrugged it off.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled photo, and gazed down at it. It was a photo of him standing with his brother Rayne, both with a beer in their hands. He smiled, and then balled up the photo before dropping it over the edge of the roof that he stood on. Anthoni pulled the hood of his tattered grey sweatshirt over his head, and pulled a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and inhaled deeply. He welcomed the burning sensation in the back of his throat that the menthol cigarette brought, and then exhaled a stream of smoke.
[+] Anthoni[+] Procrastination has always been my curse. In high school, on the job, in life...Even now, when I so desperately want everything to fade to black, I find myself putting it off until I decide it's the right time. So...why did I come up here, if I'm only going to continue to procrastinate? Perhaps it is to savor the anticipation of the moment, when, in one fell swoop, all of my suffering and agony will come to an end. Not likely. I am here to break the curse. It is time to stop procrastinating for once, and do the right thing. It's time to welcome death with open arms...
Slowly, Anthoni inched closer to the edge, and stepped up on it. With a half-hearted smile on his face, he pushed the hood off of his head, and took another long drag of the cigarette, before flicking it over the edge. The sidewalk below has now become crowded with pedestrians looking up, wide eyed and with their fingers pointing up at Anthoni, who merely smiles sadly down at them. A cool crisp breeze blows, sending a slight chill through him, and as he is about to make the fateful leap, a voice calls out loudly from behind him.
ANTHONI!
Anthoni steps down, and turns towards the door leading to the stairway back down into the building, and as sure as the night is dark, there stood his brother, Rayne Young, who has an anguish-filled grimace on his face.
[+]Anthoni[+] So nice of you to come to your brother's self-provided instant funeral, Rayne. I'm surprised you're not out somewhere faking your death for a third time.
[+]Rayne[+] You can say anything you want about me, but just let me get you some help, please!
[+]Anthoni[+] What makes you think that I need YOUR help, Rayne? Don't you think that is a little presumptious?
[+]Rayne[+] You need HELP Anthoni! Don't you realize it? If you go through with this, you'll only be hurting everyone who gives a damn about you!
[+]Anthoni[+] Which would be...who? Nobody! Kylie left me for you, Chloe's back in Italy, and don't get me started on you, Rayne. I can't tell you how many times you've stabbed me in the back and tried to sabotage my career!
[+]Rayne[+] People make mistakes, Anthoni. I am far from perfect, I realize that. But above all else, above all the bullshit, I am your brother, and I love you!
[+]Anthoni[+] Yeah...right...
Rayne begins to step slowly toward Anthoni, who stands his ground, with his eyes locked firmly on Rayne.
[+]Rayne[+] Anthoni...if you don't come down from that ledge, I will drag your ass down!
[+]Anthoni[+] Oh, I will come down from the ledge, Rayne...Just not on your terms....
Anthoni goes to take a step over the edge, but Rayne sprints to him as fast as he can, and slings him from the ledge back to the rooftop, and then punches him hard in the face, knocking him unconscious...
He awoke to the chill of an ice pack on his face. As he opened his eyes, Anthoni realized that he was no longer on the rooftop, where he was prepared and willing to end his life right then and there. Instead, he was in his townhouse in downtown Chicago, and as he began to look around, he realized that he was not alone. Leaning against the wall, was the man who had moments ago, following a knockout punch, forcibly removed him from the rooftop. Rayne simply stood there with a look of pure disappointment on his face, as he finished his beer, and crushed the can before tossing it over his shoulder into the trash can.
Anthoni also saw another person, a female, standing in the background in an attempt to remain hidden. Something seemed strangely familiar about the scent of the perfume that radiated from the figure. As he finally gathered his senses, he realized that he was tied to a chair in the middle of his living room, and he struggled to get free, but to no avail. Rayne merely smiled, as the female began to slowly walk toward the living area, where Anthoni was seemingly being held captive in his own home.
[+]Rayne[+] Don't bother trying to get free, because it's not going to happen. We will not release you until you come to your senses and stop all this bullshit about ending your own life.
[+]Anthoni[+] Who are you to tell me what to do? It is MY life you know!
[+]Rayne[+] While that may be true, brother, you have to realize that what you do impacts the lives of those who care about you.
[+]Anthoni[+] Didn't I get this lecture already?
[+]Rayne[+] Yes, but apparently, it went in one ear and out the other.
Anthoni makes another attempt at breaking free from his bondage, but to no avail, and resigns himself to hanging his head.
[+]Rayne[+] Don't be like that Anthoni, we're just trying to help you. We don't want to see you go down this path. You're stronger than this.
[+]Anthoni[+] How dare you tell me not to make rash decisions that affect other people. I was engaged to Kylie, and then you knocked her up after my accident!
[+]Rayne[+] Anthoni, that was different...
[+]Anthoni[+] Was it really, Rayne? As I recall, that was why I ended up this way in the first place! My fiance...and my own flesh and blood brother? It wasn't just that she had an affair with you, she actually left me for you while I was going through physical therapy!
[+]Rayne[+] You know I never meant for that to happen, Anthoni.
[+]Anthoni[+] It's the principal of the matter, Rayne! You can't stand the fact that your own brother is going to surpass you! So what do you do? You decide to take everything away from me, to sabotage my career! And I think you've done a nice of job of that.
[+] Rayne[+] What the hell do you mean sabotage your career? You were the most dominant World Champion in the history of the WWA and XPW!
[+]Anthoni[+] Don't you remember, when I was in the UCW? I was challenging Doctor Ian for the World Championship...I had him beat, and then you screwed me out of it!
The two brothers keep their eyes locked on one another, neither one willing to back down. Abruptly, the female enters the room, wearing a broad smile on smile on her face. Her long hair is neatly put up in a pony tail, and her startling blue eyes catches Anthoni off guard.
[+]Anthoni[+] Felicia...?
[+]Felicia[+] That's right, Anthoni. You've got to listen to your brother. He's right about you. You are much better than this. Remember who saved me from Brad? It was you, Anthoni. I may not have acted like it at the time, but I was so grateful to you then, and I still am today.
[+]Anthoni[+] But you were so hateful towards me...I thought that you couldn't stand the sight of me.
[+]Felicia[+] That was just my anger towards men in general. After being with Brad, I thought that all men were chauvinistic pigs. But...after seeing you step up and protect me from him...I began to realize that there was something about you. Despite the way I was behaving towards you, you still cared enough to defend my honor...There aren't many guys left today that would do that.
[+]Anthoni[+] So...you actually like me?
[+]Felicia[+] In a way, that's what I'm trying to say, I guess. My point being that you shouldn't try to throw your life away. You could do so much good. Please, let us get you some help.
Realizing that what Felicia and even Rayne is probably right, Anthoni nods his head in agreement. Rayne and Felicia untie Anthoni, and help him to his feet, and the trio share hugs.
[+]Anthoni[+] I'm sorry I put you guys through this...I promise, I'll take all the help you guys give me, and I won't flake out.
[+]Rayne[+] Finally, you've come to your senses. You should probably get some sleep, we're going to try and get you into rehab tomorrow...
Anthoni nods, and gives them each a hug, and makes his way down the long hall, towards the master bedroom, where he enters, and closes the door.
[+]Felicia[+] Do you really think this will work?
[+]Rayne[+] For his sake, let's hope so...
A year has past since Anthoni entered rehab for his addiction to anti-depressants and muscle relaxers. Much to everyone's astonishment, he stuck with the program, and completed it successfully. Upon completion of the rehabilitation program, Anthoni married Felicia Spaulding, and the two moved away from the Chicago area, so as to keep Anthoni from contacting Josh and Malcolm, his suppliers again. Marrying Felicia has done wonders for Anthoni. His hair is no longer stringy, oily and unwashed. It's now neatly trimmed and slicked back. No longer does he wear the same worn out and tattered jeans and tee shirt for days at a time. Instead, he now has an entire wardrobe of the finest suits and casual wear. Ever since he took time off from the ring, it seems that things have finally started to look up for Anthoni. Today was the perfect day. The sun was shining, there was not a cloud in the sky. A cool, crisp breeze blew threw his hair once in a while, as he sat on the front porch of his new home, sipping on a glass of freshly made iced tea. The ice clinked against the glass as he finished the beverage before setting the empty glass down on the porch. He took a deep breath, to enjoy the scent of freshly cut grass that flooded his nostrils. As he got up to go back into the house however, Felicia stepped out onto the porch with a scowl on her face, and an open envelope in her hand. [+]Felicia[+] Anthoni, what the hell is this? I thought you were done with wrestling! She thrust the envelope into his hands. Anthoni pulled a folded document from the envelope, and opened it up. It was a contract with Motor City Wrestling that he had signed right before enrolling in rehab. [+]Anthoni[+] Baby, relax. You know as well as I do that we would not have been able to pay for the rehab on our own, and that our finances are tight enough as it is, with us having just moved into this glorious new home. MCW offered to pay for the rehab in its entirety, how could I have not taken them up on their offer? [+]Felicia[+] Why didn't you at least talk to me about it, instead of hiding it from me? [+]Anthoni[+] Because I knew what you would say. You would want me to turn the offer down, and ask my brother for help paying for the rehab. [+]Felicia[+] That is what you should have done! An even better question, is why on earth would you want to go back to wrestling? You've got nothing left to prove! [+]Anthoni[+] We need the money. Besides, MCW gave me an offer that was more than generous. Can we finish this later? I have to leave in a few minutes. Felicia merely let out an exasperated sigh. She knew that once Anthoni set his mind to something, he was going to follow through with it, no ifs, ands, or buts. He made his way back into the house, and grabbed a duffle bag off the bed, and threw some clothes into it. On his way out, Felicia stopped him one more time. [+]Felicia[+] Leaving for your first match already? Anthoni sighed. He had already been much too dishonest with her. The least he could do was to be straight forward from now on. [+]Anthoni[+] Yeah, I've got a tag team match coming up at Mind Games. I'm teaming with a blind guy, Sebastian Morreau, to take on The Lost Crow and Macabre... [+]Felicia[+] They partnered you up with a blind guy? That's a lawsuit waiting to happen! [+]Anthoni[+] Don't go underestimating him because he's blind. Even though one of his senses is weak, his other senses are heightened. I have no doubts that Sebastian will be more than capable to defeat The Lost Crow and Macabre. [+]Anthoni[+] I mean, let's face facts. On one side of the ring, you've got a guy who doesn't really know who he is. He's constantly soul searching, trying to figure out who he is and what his purpose is. I don't really know what this guy is capable of, as this is the first time I will have faced him, much less heard of him. I've read up on him a little bit though, and I can only say that from what I read about his being taken in and raised by crows, I expect him to be a nuisance. He will be persistent, and stop at nothing to achieve whatever goals he may have. I can only hope that this is the case, and that I'll actually have some competition. There is one thing that I heard about him though, that I find slightly comical. Apparently, he's a martyr. He has so kindly taken the punishment for the sins of the human race upon himself. And while I don't for a second buy his self-righteous Jesus Christ wannabe bullshit, I will solidify his status as a martyr at Mind Games, because when I step into that ring with him, he shall receive the punishment for the crimes that so many have committed against me. [+]Felicia[+] What about that other guy? I think you said his name was Massive Bore? [+]Anthoni[+] Ah, Macabre. I haven't heard much out of that guy, and I can't say that I've actually heard of him, so he must be pretty new in this business. I must confess, I feel pretty sorry for the guy, being thrown into the ring with me in his debut match and all. I mean, let's assume for a second, that he's just like any new guy. He's going to come into the MCW with an obscenely high opinion of himself, and expectations of dominating some random twit in his first night in the squared circle. If that's the case, then he is in for a rude awakening. For one thing, he's not facing some other nobody looking to make a name for himself. No, he's facing an established and focused Anthoni Young. He's facing a man that has absolutely no problem doing whatever it takes to achieve victory. So when this cocky kid steps into my ring, and thinks he is just going to waltz his way to victory, I will be right there, more than willing to beat some humility into him. Anthoni throws his duffle bag into the back seat of a 2008 Ford F-150 extended cab truck, and slams the door shut before giving Felicia a long embrace and passionate kiss. After looking back at her for what seems like an eternity, he got into the truck and left...
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