RP BACKGROUND: CaRnAgE defeated Hall of Famer Punisher to earn his right to a match for the EMF's Intercontinental championship, and now he gets prepared.
*CaRnAgE wakes up to get ready for his last day of training before the big Pay-Per-View event, Return of an Era. Still half asleep he throws himself in the shower.........................CaRnAgE almost all ready to go, puts on a hat, and grabs his gym bag. He calls for a cab to meet him outside in fifteen minutes so he can get to the arena.........................CaRnAgE walks outside to the curb of the street. A few people walking down the block, and many cars just drive on by. The sky is a light grey after the small rain the evening before. The wind blows a nice cool breeze. The yellow Taxi can be viewed in the distance, and it just grows closer and closer. It soon pulls along the curb as the big man just gets into the back seet. The cab guy looks into the mirror to see who he has in the vehicle.*
Cab Guy: Where to pal?
CaRnAgE: The arena.
Cab Guy: Oh, you here for that big wrestling event we have going on here?
CaRnAgE: Yeah.
Cab Guy: You wouldn't happen to be one of the superstars would ya?
CaRnAgE: Yes I am.
Cab Guy: Oh, my son watches that stuff. I don't care about it much myself, but he'll be there with his friends. So what's your name?
CaRnAgE: CaRnAgE.
Cab Guy: You were in some match here recently weren't you?
CaRnAgE: A tag match.
Cab Guy: I thought I had heard that name. My son was watching it on the television last Saturday. But uh...whatever. I lost interest when the sushi kid or whoever interfered.
CaRnAgE: I hate the guy. I'm going to pound him.
Cab Guy: Yeah, good luck I guess.
*CaRnAgE sits silently for the next few minutes until they pull up to the arena. CaRnAgE pays the man, but instead of a tip exchanges an autograph then he gets out and walks into the arena. As could probably be guessed he didn't stop anywhere, and headed straight to the training facility within the building. As he gets set up to go about his daily routine coach walks in.*
Coach: CaRnAgE, we've already gotten word from Wasabi, now we wanted to get your opinions on the upcoming match at the Pay-Per-View.
CaRnAgE: Tired.
Coach: Tired?
CaRnAgE: Yes I'm tired, tired of being considered a joke and a mid-carder. I have beaten a hall of famer to get to this point. I have busted my @$$ for years to finally get to a place in this federation where I could be respectable. Now I'm finally here, I'm finally to a good point in my life as a wrestler. This isn't a joke any longer. Wasabi, now there's the joke. Walks around with goofy @$$ letter machine's, party busses. Billy and Chuck? Now those are jokes. I am not laughing, not in the slightest. I'll teach sushi boy a lesson in what is real, and what is fantasy. It's a line that he seems to have trouble distinguishing between. Three stages of hell, you have got to be kidding me. I may not get off on the pain like the referee of the match does, but I do enjoy giving out the pain. Every bit that we have to go through, I will find my pleasure in making sure that Wasabi feels the pain of the match and maybe he will realize that the boy needs to pull his heads out of the clouds, and join us here in reality. Hell....I've been there. It's called the Indy scene, and I've survived while leaving a trail of bodies behind me. Now that I'm here, my whole goal is to set out and show everyone that I am here, and I'm here to kick some ass. It's a shame for Wasabi that he has to be one of the first, but he's not going to be the last. Though he needs a good butt kickin', because he has so many of his d@mn facts messed up in his head, he needs to get his info straight. He should remember that I whipped punisher's @$$. What did he do? A whole hell of a lot of nothing. Neither Wasabi, nor Angelus contrary to Jarreds beliefs have whipped my ass. So they want to go through a huge match up for the Intercontinental championship. So I say let's just do it. This is an all out brawl. A huge fight, that will spill a lot of blood. That will be rather enjoyable though. It's through that blood, the sweat, and the tears that makes a man in the wrestling business more than a wrestler. That is what makes them superstars, and if they can hold on long enough, it makes legends and future hall of famers out of them. Do I have my eyes set on being legendary or a hall of famer? No, that's not up to me, what I have to do is become the greatest Superstar that I can. Will gladly spill the blood, I've been doing it for years, why stop now? More sweat and tears? It comes with the business. Does Wasabi even know what all that is about? With his mind being so set on Heather Locklear I would almost think that the boy has gotten a little cocky. I think he's making the mistake of believing that I'm not a real competitor, that I am still just that seven foot four hundred pound walking wall of muscle joke. So he thinks that he will just be able to go into the match and walk out the intercontinental champion. Well Wasabi is going to get one helluva wake up call. He will find just how tough I really am. In an area where his no balled friend, and his rambling (CENSORED) pregnant girlfriend who was probably knocked up by the dinosaur kid. He will also find his defeat and his downfall because of his actions. I will beat the cockiness, out of the little punk @$$ kid, and beat his little dreamland out of him. That's probably all he needs is a good @$$ kicking to set himself straight. That's the whole point to all of this. To set his sushi lovin' @$$ straight. To prove that CaRnAgE not CRAE is no longer the stooge of the EMF. I will not tolerate being treated as such, because this is my time to shine. When I'm holding the EMF's Intercontinental championship that will prove all of the above. The place I'm going is a place that not a lot of men have gone, nor will most within their careers. The match is tough, and I'll admit our bodies will be broken, but the only difference is that I will be walking out of there, Wasabi, will be carried, and I will be a champion. What will he have? His party bus, I hope he enjoys it, as much as I will enjoy my very prestigous Gold. It will be a great day for creating Total Carnage!
Coach: That's great, we appreciate your comments, but how do you feel about Angelus Archer being the referee of the match.
CaRnAgE: I think it's the biggest crock of horse sh!t I've ever heard. Though neither team actually came away with a win last week, I know why he's putting himself in this match. It's because he wants to pull out a screw job. Well if that painted wannabe circus clown wants to involve himself, I will gladly handle the problem. It's like I told him last week, if he gets himself off on all of the pain, I'll make sure he gets more pleasure than he can handle, because no man in this federation can dish it out like I can. So don't think that I'm walking in there expecting an actual fair match, I know Angelus doesn't like Wasabi, but I know deep within he hates me and everyone I'm associated with. Well if that isn't just too badd! I really don't give a rats ass what that little boy wants. I am keeping my eye on him and everything he does, and at the slightest hint he's going to try and pull some sh!t on me I'll beat the living hell out of him.
Coach: That's great, but how was it teaming up with the current EMF World Heavyweight champion Blindside?
CaRnAgE: It was a great fight I'll give it that much, however, he did call me a mid-card loser. Next time he wants to consider me still just a mid-carder we'll take it in the ring, but until that day I have no problems with him.
Coach: Well, we're sorry about taking up so much of your time, I'll be going now. CaRnAgE, good luck in your match.
CaRnAgE: Just go, Wasabi isn't the only one who can make you dance.
*Coach leaves as CaRnAgE goes to work on his punching bag. CaRnAgE, the seemingly running joke of the Extreme Measures Federation, viewed as only being above An Arkie. This time the biggest man in the federation is out to prove that he is not a joke, and won't allow himself to be viewed as one any longer. This time CaRnAgE is going after a rather well known and wanted championship of the EMF. The Intercontinental championship. A highly respected title that someone in La La land doesn't deserve. Only by setting his goal to winning this match will CaRnAgE be able to pull himself out of the rut he fell into so long ago. It's time that CaRnAgE lives up to the other superstars in the BWO, and shows his true underlying talent.*
*CaRnAgE walked down a block and a half to a local resturaunt to get a good hearty dinner. On the way back he decided to explore that area around the arena and found an alley. He decided that he had some time so he went down the alley. The grey gravel beneath his feet, and bricked buildings aligning either side of the alley way. CaRnAgE looks around.......*
CaRnAgE: De Ja Vou.....
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