[-{::xX Forward Xx::}-] So far, so good. PCW has passed the "initiation" part in the e-fed world and is on it's way into being one of the most successful and stable federations in the world. Humorously, PCW does not even have two of it's top wrestlers on active roster at the moment, for they are facing injury. It is a time where someone(s) must step up to the plate, balls to the walls and take over. It's time for Ian Kaufman. This coming Slam! Ian faces Blain Valmont in a 1 on 1 matchup in the Elite 8 of the World Title Tourney. This following RP is titled "True Parallels" and takes place at Ian's high school basketball arena as his former high school team, the Winslow Black Raiders face the arch rival Waterville Panthers in a stellar matchup. [-{::xX End Forward Xx::}-] I slip away, to keep what you see away What makes you dream? And I can sleep for hours to keep what you need away What makes you see? And I can feel your need to keep with you here Do you think that now you ?? And I can feel the need to keep from you here It’s written on his knees Take a step from here Take a step over Always, always keeps you here To stay and to be, to stay over Is this what silence stands for? And I can still inhale and taste what you breathe It’s the waste inside of me And I will stay forever, exhale what you need In a way it makes me clean Take a step from here, take a step over Is this what silence stands for? Be, keep and stand from me far away I can sometimes still hear you scream Keep and stand from me far away And improve our site over me Let the fear in me keep you here And sometimes I cannot see Is this what silence stands for? Spread! Spread out! Spread! Spread out! Spread! Spread out! Spread! Spread out! Be, keep and stand from me far away I can sometimes still hear you scream What silence stands for -"True Parallels" (TRUST Company) ..::.. Chapter One ..::.. ::A limo pulls up to the front door of Winslow High School. Everyone in the small town is stunned, and from the football game a week or two back, they remember it as hometown boy Ian Kaufman--back again. Some people forget about their past when they become big, but not Ian. He's more of a Winslow fan than half of the people there, regardless of his newfound fame. He even dates the same old High School Sweetheart--enter Amanda Wallace. Remember, last roleplay Ian was faced with a devastating option...join PCW to revive his career in a business he's loved so much, or keep his long-time girlfriend happy and retire as a whole. Ian got the best of both worlds and signed the lucrative contract and kept the love of his life at the same time. As he enters the basketball arena, he remembers his basketball career...the one 6'10" white boy with long dirty-blonde hair who was a master on the boards. So many memories, so long ago...which sets up the title of this roleplay. "True Parallels" deals with the specific and comparitively same goals of Ian Kaufman and Blaine Valmont. But, essentially, they both are completely different people, True Parallels at last! We take you to the front of the arena as Ian pulls up with his limo, with Amanda Wallace as they exit the veichle. :: [[-'The Truth' | Ian Kaufman-]] Hey everyone, how's it goin? How do ya do? ....Yup, I'm back.. :: Everyone pulls out a camera and starts taking pictures of the couple:: [[-'Beautiful' | Amanda Wallace-]] Okay, Ian...this is the LAST time we're going to come to a Winslow sports function...kay? [[-'The Truth' | Ian Kaufman-]] Haha, okay, whatever floats your boat. :: Reporters come up to Ian :: [[-'Inside Scoop' | Reporter A-]] Mr. Kaufman, is it true that this coming Wednesday night your going to fight Blaine Valmont on Slam!? [[-'The Truth' | Ian Kaufman-]] Yes, that's correct. [[-'Inside Scoop' | Reporter A-]] What does it feel like to be in the Elite 8 of the World Title Tourney, and, what do you think your chances of winning are? [[-'The Truth' | Ian Kaufman-]] Well, it feels incredilous to be in the Elite 8. I'm very proud of the achievement, but that's not gonna cut it. I've gotta get that World Title around my waist and quick. It would be an empty joy if I were to just lose at this point. And yeah, I think I have a pretty good chance of winning. You know, I'm not gonna get too over-confident or anything because we all know what happens then...but I have faith in my size and physical abilities. I believe my talent far supercedes that of alot of the others in the Tourney, putting pressure on me to do well. Not in a negative manner, of course, but it's the plain truth. [[-'Inside Scoop' | Reporter A-]] What are your feelings towards your next opponent, Blaine Valmont? [[-'The Truth' | Ian Kaufman-]] Hmm..sure he's got a chance. Anyone whose made it this far has a chance. But, his chance is a small one at that. Slim to nil. This guy is going up against The Truth, the one, the only, the Great Ian Kaufman. He bring anything he wants, his A game, his B game, his whatever, but I'll just be that much better. I mean, whose scared of a guy by the name of "Blaine Valmont". It sounds like the imbred hick son of Dracula. Too bad he's dumber than his name gives, the guy spent mid-season (when PCW shut down) playing freakin' golf. Doesn't sound like the work ethic of a champion to me. On the other hand, while my career was on the up and under, I was working steadfast at the gym, benching and et cetera, preparing for my comeback, and I am in better shape than I have ever been in my life. So, ya, if he wants an ass-beating and a half, he came to the right place. I'll knock his teeth in, for sure. PCW isn't ready for me, they might never be ready for me....but one thing is for certain and that's that I'm ready for PCW. All the jabroni's in the back better watch their step cause you never know when The Truth is gonna jump you. Sure, I may be a bully, and Valmont may come to find that out first hand, the point is that he is nothing to me. He's a nobody, a miniscule, a peon, he's friggin' nothing compared to me! Listen, I've been in alot of matchups in my career, and this one is gonna be no sweat. I mean, it's not like I'm under-estimating the guy, look at him! He's a puny excuse for a PCW wrestler, much less an "intimidating shadow in the company". Ya, right, if an intimidating shadow equals a jackass. What kind of a parent names their kid "Blaine" anyway? Blaine, you take your sorry pathetic butt, and your lame-ass hippy parents and you leave the entire planet because news flash: no one wants you, much less likes you. Your like PCW's version of Puck from the Real World a few years back. Your an annoying putrid moron who can't wrestle his way out of a paper bag. Yup, this Wednesday is gonna be Wrestling Technician 101 for him, because I'm gonna use every single maneuver I know to knock his butt out. You watchin' this, Blaine? Because if you are, be prepared...I know more maneuvers than you do numbers so get ready and feel the burn because I'm gonna give you the biggest DoA SuperPowerbomb I've ever given someone, and I'll be damned if I don't send your ass straight through the ring. Because as nice as I seem, I'm no nice guy. Don't get me wrong, I'm not an asshole, but I dont play well with others, and by agreeing to be in this match you have stripped yourself of any chance of receiving mercy. Now you have to go 1 on 1 with The Truth, and the full onslaught of attack that comes with it. Come on bitch, let's see what you got Wednesday. C'mon, I dare ya, gimme a challenge. If you do, I'll give you a foot right up your ranchy ass-hole you douche. [[-'The Truth' | Ian Kaufman-]] This guy better hope and pray that I'm not pissed off going into this match, because Blaine look into my eyes....do I look like a guy whose bluffing?! Call my bluff, I dare ya...I'm gonna stomp your teeth in so far down your throat, your gonna have to brush your teeth through your asshole you dimple-ass piece of crap. You think I'm gonna have an "off day" against ya? Better luck next time, pal, because Ian Kaufman is the Truth, and Ian Kaufman never...NEVER has "days off". My A game is my only game, and you'll find that out first hand, bro. Just wait and see....if you don't take my word for it, just ask Kid Lightning who was in the friggin hospital because of me. Face it Valmont, The Truth hurts and your not prepared for it. You might as well just give up because you can't take it. Yeahhh you want The Truth? Your too goddamn much of a pussy to handle the Truth! The Truth will......crush you! Baby, you can't go 1 on 1 with the man and win. Frankly, it's impossible my friend. I've seen you wrestle and you can't wrestle a dollar to your lame-ass name. You will be pummeled into the ground like a bitch in heat, I will bust you open, make you bleed so much you'll look like Oprah just had a recent menstraul cycle on your forehead. Go ahead, make my day. Step up to the plate little man, because now is the time of need, now is the time of greed, now is the time you bleed! Yeah it sounds sick, but when I make a guy bleed it's better than anything in this world. It makes my day, it makes.....me. I need to see you bleed, I need to feel the sticky, thick, red blood drip drop down your face and smash you in the face with a left hand. And this Wednesday I'm gonna get my wish, punk. Because not only am I The Truth, I am also The Franchise, and there isn't one person back there who wants to face me mano e mano. Come on Blaine, pull out one of your "Dracula" moves your dad taught ya, I can't wait to see it and laugh at your pathetic attempt at giving me a match worth my money. You make me sick...and The Truth will prevail this Wednesday! [[-'Inside Scoop' | Reporter A-]] Wow...heart-felt words from Ian Kaufman ladies and gentleman. That concludes this segment, can you say front page? :: The reporter leaves and Ian is standing there with Amanda, the crowd enters the building after hearing Ian's shocking words that night :: [[-'Beautiful' | Amanda Wallace-]] Baby, you gotta get it out of your mind. If you made it this far, to the Elite 8 or whatever, then you can beat Blaine Valmont, just believe in yourself and follow your heart. [[-'The Truth' | Ian Kaufman-]] ...it's just that sometimes...I...I-I dunno if I have a heart anymore. It sounds sick but I want to obliterate this Valmont kid. I mean I want to see his bloody carcass in a heap in the ring, and nothing short of that will do. I need it, baby, I crave it... [[-'Beautiful' | Amanda Wallace-]] Babe..that's just sick. You're not like that, your my baby, and you don't have to say those harsh things to win you the match...I know you can do it on your own. Look at everything so far in your career you've done on your own and all the accolades you've received. [[-'The Truth' | Ian Kaufman-]] True, yeah I guess that is a good point. I know I can cream this guy with my own great talent, but those words I said earlier, I-I meant those... [[-'Beautiful' | Amanda Wallace-]] What?! [[-'The Truth' | Ian Kaufman-]] Ya, I know it sounds sick but I did and do. I would love to cut Blaine up to see his sorry ass bleed. Therefore winning me the respect of all the guys in the back, because that's all anybody worth a dime wants nowadays, proper respect. I don't feel like I've received that yet, even after my appalling massacre of Kid Lightning. People doubted me in that match, baby, people said he was gonna slip out a victory. Uh-Uh! I took that guy by the horns and taught him who the boss was. He know sees The Truth...just like Blaine will. I want that same very effect to spread to Blaine. I want him to be scared, very very scared...I don't want him to sleep at night thinking of this match, I want to win, I want the World Title. I want to be known as the best, babe. Cause that Title signifies you as being the best in the business, and I will settle for nothing short of stellar. My career has been the same way, aim high and shoot higher. I can do it, and trust me, I will! If it's the last thing I do, I swear to God... [[-'Beautiful' | Amanda Wallace-]] Okay, baby that's it. You've had your wrestling fix for the night, now we need to go to the game and watch Eric Lopez (star shooting guard) play some ball! C'mon, it'll get your mind off everything else, I promise it'll be fun, baby. [[-'The Truth' | Ian Kaufman-]] .....[hesitant] [[-'Beautiful' | Amanda Wallace-]] Please baby? Pllleeaasseee?! :: Ian turns his head around and holds hand with Amanda. They walk into the arena and take their seats as they enjoy a wonderful game. Winslow ends up losing, however, to the Waterville Panthers by a score of 52 to 48. :: ..::.. Chapter Two ..::.. :: A wrestling show in Havanna, Cuba is taking place. A very low-key young star, only about 4'10" takes the breath away from the audience when he performs his dare-deviling maneuvers in front of the, doing various flips and spins. His name is Puerto Rodriguez and he is a high-flyer. A very big name emerging from Havanna, and he has WWE/PCW scouts at the local event. That night he faces 6'9", 300 pound La Benita in a hardcore match. La Benita was also very intelligent, earning a diploma from Texas Tech University as a younger man. His experience would soon pay off, too. As the match carries on, Puertos moves are defenseless against the big man. La Benita takes Puerto's Hurricarana and Powerbombs the young man straight through the ring! Cuban paramedics show up, but cannot help poor Puerto. He broke his back and faces lifetime paralysis, the PCW and WWE scouts head back to their hotel, as they will leave the following day. Puerto is all alone, no contract, he is now a regular guy. The big man had won, and had taught Puerto a very strange moral in life....that wrestling people that much bigger and smarter than you will do you no good, and the chances of winning are slim to nil. Puerto is alone. I slip away, to keep what you see away What makes you dream? And I can sleep for hours to keep what you need away What makes you see? And I can feel your need to keep with you here Do you think that now you ?? And I can feel the need to keep from you here It’s written on his knees Take a step from here Take a step over Always, always keeps you here To stay and to be, to stay over Is this what silence stands for? And I can still inhale and taste what you breathe It’s the waste inside of me And I will stay forever, exhale what you need In a way it makes me clean Take a step from here, take a step over Is this what silence stands for? Be, keep and stand from me far away I can sometimes still hear you scream Keep and stand from me far away And improve our site over me Let the fear in me keep you here And sometimes I cannot see Is this what silence stands for? Spread! Spread out! Spread! Spread out! Spread! Spread out! Spread! Spread out! Be, keep and stand from me far away I can sometimes still hear you scream What silence stands for -"True Parallels" (TRUST Company) FIN