Role Play Info:
Title: Determining.
Number Count: 2/3.
Event: ShowDown.
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- The scene opens in the gym. But this one isn't simular to the previous. The floors are wooden along the floor, from wall, to wall. Where two figures stood. One was the body of Cade, wearing a fencing, white suit. Mask off. The other form, was a doll, with the same exact thing adorn apon it's body. Except for it also had the caged in mask on. Standing a few feet away, was Silver. Holding the Rapier, in the palm of his left hand, while he enspected the figure before him, nodding with abit of a carefree grin apon his face. -

Cade: Heh, today boys and girls, is fencing class. Yes, if you are wondering, I do practice things such as this. Not to benefit myself, but for more than self-defense reasons. But, getting to the point, that is not my number one cause for being here. I'm here to discuss, why Phan, made me, The Judge, The Jury, The Executioner of the XWF. It's not because I am a muscle freak, or anything of that sort, being that I am. Nor is it for my fighting skills that it seems that I do have. But, it is indeed for my mind, my techniqually. I might have nothing as of now, but that will change. You see, being the judge, allows me the room to get ahead, along with the line of the jury, is where I decide what goes down...Being first to whitness a new Cade Silver, will be Mike C, and Joey B. This, is where the Executioner comes to hand. I to have that job. And for the time being, I have aid with that also. Having that job, also entitles me to carry out my duty, that I have decided, but, of course, the trial must be carried out, which is in the future, not too far, no, don't worry about it. The only two who should be worrying are those two pathetic beings, they're the ones who will have to be in the same ring as I. I kind of feel sorry for them, seeing as I would hate to be up against something as large of a threat as myself.

- Steps back, gripping his fingers more tightly around the hilt, the sound of cracking from the wooden side crackling under his grip. Looking up at the doll, he jabs his right hand forward, the tip against the cloth. This he uses to flick it somewhat with. -

Cade: Death. Set and win. It's nothing simplier than that. The simplicity of what intelligence I hold is easy to see. My skill for the ring cannot be defied, my past matches were nothing but a joke, nothing but something that will not be experienced again. No, I will not be taken a fool again. This time, I am serious, there is no more Mr. Nice guy. And yes, I know what you're thinking. I was a stick of a dick before, but you have nothing on me what so ever Rix. I will come up against you again one day, but that day isn't today, tomorrow, the next day, nor the next day. But please, don't let that little thought worry you as you sleep tonight. You're not the beings who have to cross my path. Seeing that Mikey has went for his second path, to try and cross my reckoning. That will not happen, tell you.

- Steps forward, jabbing the blade up near the heart area, until it came out the other side. Straw oozed from the back hole, when he twisted the pointed blade about, driving the shaft into the inner core, and slowly draws it back, with a faint grin apon his lips. Both sides then ooze from the large hole, when he jabs in hard again, right under the first, this time, drives all that he could it, sending abit of more material out the back of this hole, and abit more from the first. -

Cade: Fatal. You see, this blade can be personified, given the details, the attitude of a human being. You see, this fine worksmanship, time was put into this fine weapon. For it was designed to kill, strike the heart of a person, lashing at them like the talons of a Falcon, the birds of prey. They to, are great creatures to admire for their skill, and killing capabilities. But they to, all die someday, but not without happening, going down in a sheer mass of glory.

- Looks at the blade, and trails his index finger down it, with abit of a smirk. Raising it into the air, he moves his hand in a motion, and then tosses it apon the floor with a blunt thud. And looks down at it. Stepping back from the blade, and turns his back. Moving his large, massive arms around him, to take the zipper in the back down, and steps out of the suit, wearing causal dress. Turning around, he places his foot apon the hilt, and kicks down on it, flipping it abit in the air, and grasps the blade. -

Cade: Heh...don't try that at home.

- He tosses it back into the air, sending it twirling somewhat, until it fell down, and back into his grasp, this time gripping it from the hilt with a firm grasp. Turning around, to look back at the dummy. He stepped in, and placed his hand inside of the mask, and took out a paper image of Rix, and placed it apon it's head. -

Cade: These holes here, represent the wounds I left apon your shattered body. The straw, laying face down apon the floor, is the showing of what will become of Mike C, and Joey. The wounds inflicted along their minds will slow them down, and I am one to take what is there, and finish off what has begun. And the ending I have placed before all of you three, is mightlly obvious.

- He places the blade back somewhat, holding it farly as he could, and jabs it forward, ramming the tip of the blade through the paper, and into the mask, digging out the other side of it's head. He takes off the grip of the hilt, and sees the head roll off slowly. Smirking, he slowly walks to it. And looks down at it. Bending to grab it, he stands, and places it back apon the body, with the blade extended through the other side, sliced through the fine made material. -

Cade: And this is the end, of your lives. Not the vary lives, but the career each of you hold infront of you. In time, they will be destroyed. Maybe not by yours personally, but they will be taken in time. As for Rix, he has scared me, changed me. In some ways, it helped my looking at what I have done, and will do. But in other ways, makes me angry. Makes me want to just put his ass down for the final count. As for Mike, and Joey, those two make me sick. Not what they do in general, but for what they don't do. They are not worth fighting against, but yet I will not say anymore. I'll roll the ball down the isle, and knock the pins over, bringing myself to a trival end. Will the ball topall the pins? Or will it shute the wrong side, and enter the gutter? That is for my deciding hands to find, and I will insert the fingers into the wholes, knowing that I tried, and that is all that is needed. Strong will power.

- Cade steps back, and kicks the head against the other wall, hearing the blade smack somewhat, and steps back, looking down at the dummy. And waves his hand, deciding to only leave it there. Moving away from it, he then retreats outside, where the car sat. Entering it, he drove off down the road. Looking into the mirror, Steve sat in thr seat next to him, holding a Mello Yellow bottle in his left hand. -

Cade: Thanks for waiting.

Steve: No need for thanks right now. It was needed, and being your brother, I will support you all the way. Not for my benefit, but for you. I want to see what you're able to do. And watch your dreams be made into a reality.

Cade: Thanks, I appreciate it. But as for your sorry, good for nothing bull-shit, is not needed. My dreams have been made, I am only pushing the envelope for more than what I want.

- The car flashed down the road, and a few minutes went by without either of the two speaking. Eventaully, the card pulled into his gym, and they both stepped out, entering the door on the side, once they had unlocked the doors. -

Steve: I wasn't beeing synthetic. I was only saying that you don't need my hope to do better. But I am here for you anyways. Not that it is doing myself anygood, but because I am your brother.

- Cade had not an answer to that, nor said anything after. Steve spoke of a few random things, until they hit the office, which had been opened. Steve stopped at the door, and watched Cade head off towards the main dressing room, speaking to hault him. Beckoning somewhat. -

Steve: What do you plan to do?

Cade: Well, this indeed is a gym, isn't it?

Steve: Well..uh...

Cade: The last time I was here it was anyways. And i plan to put it to of some good use, and push my training further. Time wears thin, and I need more.

- Smirking somewhat, Steve did whatever, while Cade carried on with his usual things. Walking back into the dressing room, he heard the tv click on, the usual Spike. He pondered a minor question. Once he had his gym shorts, and shoes on, he walked back in, holding the shirt in hand. Watching the television. -

Cade: Any sign of those slackers?

Steve: Nope, nothing.

Cade: Heh, so un predicted. Anything new at all?

- Shakeing his head, Cade walked to the couch, and sat along the opposite cushion in which Steve did, watching the Tv. There had been nothing too new, except playing a few debates about Evil, and Mike. Yawning, Cade stood, pulling the shirt down over his body, and walked into the gym, mumbling as he went. -

Cade: I could care less about those two. I don't care which of 'em wins. As long as we have someone behind the main office, at the desk, running all that shit, is all that is needed.

- With no words from Steve, he walked on, looking about abit, he sighed. Walking back to the door, and looked to him sitting down. -

Cade: You're getting lazy, come and spar with me.

Steve: Fine, give me a few minutes.

Cade: Damnit, those minutes would as sure as hell pass more quickly, if you wern't on your ass. Maybe that, just maybe, could accomplish something out of the ordinary out of your schedule.

- Not staying around to see what happened, Cade walked off, and entered a door far off. In the center of the large room, was a ring. The ropes wern't all straight, and upright, most were low, like a boxing ring. He jumped to the apron, and glanced around the empty place. Thinking to himself, how it would happen on ShowDown, with abit of a grin, he mumbled something, and got in. Slideing a roll of white tape from his pocket, he began to wrap each hand, and approached his corner, biteing the end off with his teeth. Where then, Steve approached in a training outfit. -

Steve: When you're done with that, throw it over here.

- Placing the final touches apon both hands, he tosses the roll over to Steve, and clinches his fists, putting a few punches into the thin air, to break his grip in. Taking a small step back, he stomps his foot somewhat, to make sure that the tilted ring was still somewhat stable. Soon there after, Steve was almost ready. -

Cade: Heh, I need to get in all the training I can. Something tells me, in this month, and the next, I'm up for abit of fun, as I can tell. This tag shit won't end, I'm going to be in the next few matches. But all is well, and fun with that. Nothing would make me more proud than to have that belt along my waist. Doing it alone would be better, but you cannot have an effective tag with one person. I don't think I was cornered with the best or anything, but he'll do I guess.

Steve: Don't worry about it, he'll pull through. He's not slacked, he had a good start in this company so far. I really believe you two will work. You just better make sure damn and well you back up your words. You don't want to look like a fool again, like Rix did with you.

Cade: He did nothing. He will have his time. I'm having nothing more than a halt to for a win. But it won't last long. As many matches as I have had in my life, there is no way I will be able to lose more than two matches in a going, especially not against these losers. Just look Steve, do you really think I could lose to these two? Shit man, I could take them both on alone, with no one on my corner.

Steve: I suppose you're right. Just take it easy.

- Steve got in the ring, and tosses the small roll of tape to the apron, and clinced his fists, getting the tape in shape. Stepping to the side, he nods. The two throw a few punches. Blocks. and countering. While the camera pans to the side, the sounds of grunting, and hitting echo. When the scene fades to black...-

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