Role Play Info:
Title: Long Awaited Return.
Number Count: 1/4/
Event: Revenge.
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The scene opens on the streets of L.A. Where the weather had became abit unbareable. The wind had begun to pick up, and snow flakes were sloshing in through the air. A couple of people wondered along the sidewalks, while the majority drove in cars, trucks, SUVs, etc. Coming along the side of a church, a male was quickly progressing apon the entrence of a limo, to where he sat down in the back seat. Camera quickly panning inside, to reveal the firmular face, that one of Cade Silver. Nothing was out of normal at all, other than the face it had been somewhat of a time since he appeard infront of a camera, and for such an important match. This week, was a week for what would seem a blood thirtst awaiting. A new heart reincarnated into a new body, and brought new found anger into appearence which would reap nothing but pure pain, and anger. Unleashed into any soul, that crossed another. This event, was new to Cade, for he had never tasted such an event, such a word that sounded off into his head. This one word that remained constant in his head, was Revenge. A word he held so dearly to himself. A word, he knew well, but for an off reason, he could never take out like he wanted to. This event, would be his upcoming, a fresh return for the past champ, to show what is made of. To prove what is next, and formost the future of the XWF.

Cade: This week children, is a new week. A week that I have, that has given a chance. A chance to redeem myself, to show who, and what exactly Cade Silver is made out of. Appearences are nothing, only brute, and raw power prevails, and that is what will be reaped, the prize for tolling the win for such an event, which would be held in thyne arms, of RG, and Cade Silver. That would be, the Tag Belts. Such an honorable title, that I've never held before in my life. But I plan for that to fall short. After this coming, I will have atleast claimed one of each belt in my lift. Not that it exactly means anything, just such an accomplishment for a young wrestler. I've only been in this buisness for an odd some years. Not to say but three comapanies, to earn such names formyself. The XWF is another word, on the side of my mind, that rolls around, and jolts when jumping. As I think about it, I only can remember how I was fucked out of my Xtreme Championship, but a new fuck, William Rix. A name I hate so much, that it makes me want to destory at sight, or just at that name.

Cade moves his posture back somewhat, and sinks back down into the seat of the fine leather, and thinks of such words that he has spoken. All that still rings his ears, are the words of hate, that strongly hold him captive. These things are what hold him from showing true form, from holding perfection in the ring. Is the anger that is kept inside of his mind. It weakens him, and takes him into the flameing hate. One day, it will make him break, and destroy something of great, and substational value. This will be the day, he is a new man. The day he finally becomes what he should, and will do what he can, for what he wants. Only untill then, the shots be given, and fail, and fail. With these words still in mind, he explodes almost at the thought, but remains calm in the car, making himself hold it off inside of the ring, untill he can reap that fine reward, and prove himself, as a modern day brute.

Cade: One day, just one day my friend, I will become what I was meant to be. And that is a caged beast, locked inside for all eternity, to hold power inside, to bestow nothing apon itself. Untill then, I will keep up with what I have held. Missing shots, doing such. And one day, give large enough, and relizing inside ones mind, that pain is not a value, that all matters, is what one wants. Just at that instance, Cade Silver, will no longer be the Cade Silver seen today. No, not anymore. Then, that fatefull day, is when I will become a grate power. Know inside, all minds, as one word, that no one quiet yet knows. And that one word, that everyone always seems to miss, is called nothing but fear. Fear is not being afraid of something, nor someone. But fear, fear is the lack of power, that is held in one certain spot. The spot is kept deep inside of each individual. The side effects are nothing but great. These being, weakening of the knees, turning of the gut, loss of all power. This is what fear really is, when you look at it. It effects everyone diffrently, it is not of the same for two people. All people know fear, and know if diffrently. Maybe not as all one word, but as one contasnt feel. Moving on, I see someone blocking my path, and it pisses me off. The Psycopathic Rydas, Homicide, and Kasper. Two wanna bes, who think they are just all the shit going. But you really want to know the real truth, what everyone is thinking? Come on, just say it. You know what you are, and who you are. You must not run your mouths like you do, to only prove what such fools you all are. You are nothing, nothing but insolent fools, and will became the bug trapped under my boot, untill then, I will pitty you all, for nowing the likes of fear too long. One day, it will devour you, untill a cloud of darkness, and you will be no more. That fatefilled day, you will know nothing, but merly blank out, knowing what lies ahead for each of you. But hence you not, you will lose come Revenge. You will choke infront of the spot light, and fall to my dear feet, and cry for help. And you want to know what I will do? I pitty you, I will spat in your face. I will laugh at you. Not for being the curel human being that I am, but for hating each and everyone of you. It makes me so sick. It is but sickening.

He thinks more, before taking a breath in between each of his words, but yet, his mind does not fall empty, but still wonders along the unspoken, to the unthought. He rages inside of his mind, echoing out like a mad man, and is about to stap at each given minute, or atleast expelled inside of his mind. Perhaps he has lost the brief fill of reality, and has become what he has always wanted to. Insdide his mind, he was a nice, sensable fellow. Now, his other part, his counterpart has raged outside of his body, and brought out true form, true power, Amagenden. His voice had even changed, for it was much more raspy, much more enhanced with the feeling he had spoken with such power. He held such views about himself, maybe because they were what he wanted to believe. He was full of what he thought, and would rampage about thoughts. Anyone that came in sight, would be taken down, all for what? Gold, and money, all that seems to fuel the likes of todays, to there are no ends to meet apon.

Cade: What happened with Homicide, that loss that he brought to my hands, wasn't supoosed to happen. No, that shouldn't have happened, I think not. But I let it pass. Hell, what is a little loss, to a small piece of shit like that anyways? Exactly what I carry on about, nothing. It doesn't cross my mind twice. But that cunt keeps trying to bring up that we are nothing. I have done more in my career, than what both of those men have done as a tag team, singles, or anything combined. I have more of a record, I have more to call of a substantial amount of goods. For I have what it takes, what it takes it power, strength, and no-one. Rg stays out of my way, and I stay out of his. He's not my partner, but we are from diffrent beings. I work alone, and he works alone. That works well. For we both get titles. A tag-up, isn't about team work, because if that was all it was about, wouldn't the belt be shared into one? Of course they both do look alike, but they are so much more diffrently. Each belt, has been sewated for, by the opposite man, worked for, wanting to be carried so desperately, they both hold but diffrent meanings. Why? I just explained why. And if that is not good enough, well hell, I could care less what anyone has thought. But those are my exact thoughts. The belts are seperate almost, and are treated as one, when spoken apart. I don't see why.

Scene fades to black.

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