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| Orlando Ocean? Nothin' But A Beach Boy.; Steve Thomas vs. Orlando Ocean | |
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| The Royal Rockstar | Dec 11 2012, 12:46 PM Post #1 |
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This roleplay is brought to you iTunes, the official sponsor of Steve Thomas![]() ![]() Orlando Ocean? Nothin' But A Beach Boy. "The worst crime is faking it." -Kurt Cobain- "Well, this is definitely boring." To be completely honest, just sitting her whining and complaining isn't that exciting either, but what can I do? NOTHING! There's absolutely nothing to do in this craphole of a town. Sure, they have attractions and shit, but nothing good. There's a safari of lights or whatever they call it. Yeah, I'm not a googly eyed child. Then there's some crappy North Pole Express Train. Yep, totally what I want to do; ride a crappy little train meant for tourists under the age of ten. Putting it as simply as a rock star can, this place is a steaming pile of suck. The worst part is that I can't just go to sleep either. I...I haven't been able to sleep for days. I don't want to either. Every time I even slightly nod off, horrifying images come to me. And for some ungodly reason, they all seem to come to fruition in reality as well. It all began with the medic and the note. Then there was the tape player that held a message I recorded only in my nightmare, ending with a voice not my own. I'm terrified, but I must move on. I must progress...DAMN IT! GET OUT OF MY HEAD! "Progress keeps on, Mr. Thomas." "NO! GET THE FUCK OUT!" "Um, who are you talking to?" I open my eyes, realizing I had dozed off again. I feel a cold sweat on my brow and a shaking in my bones. Beside me is my beautiful wife, whom I have yet to tell regarding the dreams. I don't want to burden her with my troubles. She can't know what I see, at least, not yet. "Oh, nothing. Just a...memory," I say, passing off the dream with a sigh as I wipe my head. She stares at me, concerned, but hits play on the dvd player again, bringing up the clips of Orlando Ocean that had been playing. That's right, for a second there I had forgotten about Initiative this week. I'm main eventing the show, a great honor and exciting moment. The only problem with it is that I have to go head to head with Mr. Orlando Ocean, one of ACW's finest. He's a strong competitor, and could easily get the better of me. I won't lie, he's a very big threat to me right now, especially considering the recent news. Xandor Cross, a rival of mine, had accepted my challenge. I set down the conditions, and he was a good sport about it. Bravo Mr. Cross, bravo indeed. This is going to be one hell of a match, because you might have forgotten, but we're tied. One win a piece, and it all comes down to this. And then there's Alexis Castellano, the woman tying this all together. Kidnapped and tortured, she spent what would seem to be a long time away from the company. She was hurt, scared, and unsure of her future. I feel bad for her, I really do. I don't wish pain on anyone, especially a woman. She's connected to both Ocean and Cross though, and it seems interesting to me. My rivalry with Xandor progresses, and when it begins to fade Alexis goes missing. I'm set to face Orlando Ocean, and she returns. Something is connecting these two, and not just Alexis. It's as if the string of fate is weaved in their direction. Hell, I'll say it right now. Cross vs. Ocean for the pay-per-view. "Deep in thought?" Nix asks me, smiling over as she holds out a Pepsi. I take the drink and crack it open, nodding. "Just thinking about Orlando Ocean and Xandor Cross," I tell her. "What, you planning a threesome?" "Ha! You wish! But seriously, this is big. I came into this company nothing more than one of the worlds greatest rock musicians today. Now I'm one of ACW's best. I'm champion, and while it may not be the big title, it means something. I represent this company." "And this has to do with Orlando or Xandor how?" "I'm getting to it," I whine. She laughs as I continue, "Xandor Cross has been the bane of my time here for what seems like eternity. All my focus since joining seems to go towards him. Then there's Orlando Ocean, undoubtedly one of the greatest wrestlers here. He actually makes Michigan proud, and not many people can say that." "So you're worried about having to face Orlando Ocean in two days, and Xandor at the pay-per-view?" I look over to my beautiful wife with a smile. She understands everything, but she is a little off. Either way, her bright smile warms my heart, and it's amazing to have someone who knows what I'm thinking about. "Well, with Orlando yes. His skill worries me. I believe in myself and as always I plan to win, but I will NEVER underestimate him. He's too good. Xandor on the other hand doesn't worry me at all. With him, I'm just getting bored. He beat me once due to my underestimation of him, and the second time we fought, I was able to telegraph every move he made. I beat him because he's predictable." "So why did you challenge him then?" Nix asks. "We're tied, and I don't want our rivalry to end with that. But enough about him, I need to focus on Orlando! He's the big problem. We need to go to the gym today, spend six or more hours at least." "We can't," she says, suddenly looking up, "you have that interview today, don't you remember?" "I thought the gym was a 24 hour one?" "Well, it is, but do you really want to be there all night? Don't you want some sleep?" I slump my head, still refusing to tell her. She's right though. I do need the rest. I feel weak, and my body is slowing down. My fear stops me from rest, but it only hurts me in the end. Maybe I can find a hypnotist or something to help me. A knock at the door alerts me, and my head shoots upward, slamming hard against the wall behind me. I shout obscenities as Nix gets up to answer the door, though we already know who it is. It's six pm, and that means my interview is about to begin. It's all confirmed as Nix returns, escorting Anna Gilesspi and some unknown cameraman. She smiles and we shake hands. I extend mine to the cameraman as well, and he seems almost offended. I stare at him oddly for a moment, but return my gaze to Anna, who tells me she has to meet with some others today and needs us to start right away. Signalling for the camera, she straightens her hair and raises her microphone. "Good evening everyone. Anna Gilesspi here with ACW's very own Warfare Champion, Steve Thomas. Now, Steve has been rising to the top since his debut, and has proved all of his doubters wrong. Last week he faced off against Cera. Steve, do you have anything to say about your match last week?" "Cera was a worthy opponent, and she deserved the win." "Ok, but this week you face Orlando Ocean. Do you think things will go the same way, or is there victory in your near future?" "Well Anna, I'm glad you asked. Orlando is a very strong opponent, and I'll admit that he will give me trouble. However, I go into this match just like I do every week, with victory in mind. I WILL defeat Orlando Ocean at Initiative," I say with a grin. At least, I hope I can. Right now my mind seems to be on other things. These damned nightmares as well as Xandor Cross. If I don't get everything straightened out soon, I might not be winning any time for a while. I can't risk that. "Now," Anna says, regaining my attention, "At Initiative's Christmas special, you'll be facing Xandor Cross in a tie-breaker match. It's set to be three stages of hell with your title on the line. Is there anything you wanted to tell Xandor going into the match?" "Actually yes, I do have something to say Anna. Cross, our match shall be one for the ages! Everyone will speak of the night I bested you and proved my superiority. Oh, but there was something about this match, something important. Let's see here. It was I who requested the three stages of hell, and...that's right! You had two little conditions of your own," I say with a loud laugh. Taking the microphone out of Anna's hand, I look straight into the camera and continue. "First you want us to get this done before the pay-per-view. You want our match to be at the Christmas special of Initiative? Ok, I have no problem with that. The sooner I crush your spirits, and your larynx, the better. It's your next condition that troubles me though. You asked for me to put the Warfare title on the line?" "Now, I went over the show again and again and it all made sense each and every time. Nothing is out of order and it fits you to a T. You are a religious person too, are you not? Well, they say all religion is lined in hypocrisy, and I guess you're no different. Let's review, shall we?" I say, mocking him. I return to my seat on the couch with the mic and smirk. "'If I wanted to I could take your precious little Warfare Title I could easily do so. But who aims for the bronze metal? First, I'm going to find Alexis. Then I want the ACW Ultimate Championship.' Those were your exact words, were they not? You view the Warfare Championship as a small prize. You see it as the bronze medal. Your goal, an obvious one for anyone in this company, is to go for the Ultimate Championship. You said that it'd be your mission when you found Alexis. Well Cross, she's back. Now go run along and challenge for the big title, because I don't pander to hypocrites. If you want a shot at MY belt, you have to earn it." "So here's the deal Xandor. I'm NOT putting my belt on the line come our match. No, you don't deserve that. Our match shall continue though. But hey, the Warfare title was one of your conditions, so back out if you want. Doing so just proves your cowardice and backs ALL my claims. But if you have the moxy, our match shall go on." I hand the microphone back to Anna, who gives her signature sign off and walks out of the hotel suite quickly, having to get to her next appointment. She's in shock that I changed my mind regarding the title shot, as is the camerman following her. We're going to steal the show, but that is still not this week. Though this is the news of the century, I have to stop. I keep focusing on that religious hypocrite and not enough on the man I am due to face this week; Orlando Ocean. Training might not be enough, but it's all I can do. I have to win. If I don't, well, I don't want to think about it. Orlando Ocean is my focus now. "Honey, get ready to go. We need to get as much training in as possible." "You do Steve, not me. I'm not the one facing Ocean," Nix says with a roll of the eyes. "Orlando Ocean? Eh, he's nothin' but a Beach Boy." "I like the Beach Boys," she says with a scowl as she heads towards our bedroom. I follow her, raising an eyebrow at her statement. "Well, I guess that gives them one fan at least," I laugh, "they have nothing on the greats. Queen, Stevie Ray, Nirvana, Heart, Alice Cooper. Now THAT'S good music!" I laugh and head into the room myself to get my clothes for the gym. I'll be there all night long. Fuck six hours, I'm going until six in the morning! I won't be able to feel my body when I'm done! And hopefully, all that pain will rub off on Orlando this week. Now, I just have to stop myself from falling aslee.... Edited by The Royal Rockstar, Dec 11 2012, 06:44 PM.
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