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Dark Thoughts...
Topic Started: Dec 7 2016, 03:49 AM (18 Views)
Captain Howdy
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Tell me exactly
what am I supposed to do?
Now that I have
allowed you to beat me!
Do you think that
we could play another game?
Maybe I can win this time?
I kind of like
the misery you put me through.
Darling, you can trust me
completely.
If you even try
to look the other way,
I think that I could kill this time.

--From "The Game" by Disturbed




The scene fades in from black slowly, as "Captain Howdy" begins to play. We find ourselves, we think, outside, in the dark. As we wait and watch, the outline of a figure slowly approaches the camera. It stops just before stepping into the light from the camera, remaining in the shadows and darkness, though it is fairly obvious who it is before us. A steel walking stick twirls, catching the light and reflecting it back toward us. Then, the cane is planted into the ground, as a pair of shadowy hands rest upon the top of it. The music fades, and the figure in the dark begins to speak.

CAPTAIN HOWDY: Failure. So many people fear it. So many people worry constantly about it. Certainly, it can be a difficult thing to deal with, in any walk of life. Nobody likes the way it feels, to have something you've worked for slip through your fingers. Watch the championship game of any major sport. Those who lose, who fail, are often in tears on the sidelines, trying to figure out just what went wrong.

I have been fortunate over the course of my career. I have not often felt the bitter sting of failure. I have won Title after Title, held on to many for far longer than people would have thought. I have defeated those who themselves said they could not be defeated. I have beaten those who said they could not, would not, fail. And, I have lost matches, and Titles, from time to time. As I said, it is not a good feeling. It is not one that I enjoy. Some might chalk that up to drive, or determination. Some would say that it is work ethic that puts one in the frame of mind that i have. I will agree with some of that. A lot of it, however, comes from dealing with a drunken, abusive father, to whom a b plus was not good enough for his boy. It comes from getting knocked around the house and bloodied, when his son had a rough day at Little League. You learn quickly that, if you want to avoid those sort of things, you had better excel at all times.

It was about the only thing my father ever taught me. "If you're not first, you're last" was a line he used often. In a way, I owe him quite a bit. I never would have pursued my goals in life as tenaciously as I did, had it not been for him. I never would have driven myself to prove how wrong he was about me. Of course, when I had everything I ever wanted in the palm of my hand, someone else came along and ripped it away. But, that story is well told, and there is no need to go into it again.

I failed. I failed to win the Redemption Title. Dante defeated me, and he did so in the middle of the ring, cleanly and fairly. I applaud you, Dante. Few can say they've done what you did, especially with gold on the line. Rest assured, I will be coming after you, should you manage to hold on after your most recent challenger is done. When the time is right, and management has no other option but to give me the match, I will be coming to take that Title from you. That, I promise.

The Captain now steps forward into the light. We see that he is wearing his normal lime green tuxedo, white shirt, and black shoes. The walking stick is in his right hand, it's carved image buried in his fist. He smiles a bit at the camera, then continues.

I have seen a great many different ways to set up matches, and determine contenders in my years in the ring. I can honestly say that this is the first time I've seen a point system like the one being employed by Redemption at this time. It's an interesting twist, to be sure. Last week, I decided to take some time off, and relax a bit with my family. I spent a very good Thanksgiving weekend in a very deep turkey coma, as so many of us do. I roused long enough to do a bit of Black Friday shopping, and, in case anyone was wondering, I refrained from making it a Black and Blue Friday for anyone that got between me and what I wanted. Then, I saw an open challenge from a young lady who normally is not on the Redemption side of the roster. Normally, I'm not one to indulge in such things, but I knew I needed to get a start somewhere. Thus, I accepted her challenge, and now we have a play-date looming.

Mistress Destiny Starr...to be honest, I don't know much about you at all. I know where you're from, I know what you look like, and I know what you're all about. You like hurting people. You like various forms of torture, of causing pain. That gets me all a-tingle, just thinking about it. I'm much the same way. However, unlike you, I've never been paid for it outside of the ring. You've brought what you know into the world of wrestling, and it has held you in good stead thus far. I did notice, however, that you don't seem to know a whole lot about me. Now, I'm used to that, especially when I have not been in a place for that long. You made a reference or two about how you'd hurt me, how you'd make me yours. You even said something about playing with you later if I was a "good boy". My dear, you have no idea just who it is you're talking to.

And stop threatening me with a good time.

In case you're unclear, I traveled, lived with, and played with, a woman known to the world only as "The Mistress" for many years. She and I have had many...adventures together. She still lives near my home, with Her new husband, lucky man that he is. We see each other often, and while She and I no longer have our own special time, she has taught my wife much, and me probably more. Nothing you have to offer in that realm worries me in the least. Likely, you're just some washed-up porn actress, who fell into the leather and whip scene by accident, and discovered some hidden talent for it. After all, who else would have, and brag about, your encowments...I mean, endowments, the way you do? No, dear Destiny, there is nothing at all about you that I find attractive, save the picture of you that I have in my mind, lying on the mat, bleeding heavily.

You fancy yourself as the Dominant in this little game, don't you? Funny thing about power exchange...it's actually the submissive who has all the power. It's actually the, well some would call them a victim, who has all the say in what happens, how it happens, and how long it happens. The Dominant is just there to indulge the submissive's fantasies and needs. You will find that I am anything but submissive, Destiny. You will see that I am very much a Top, who knows how to handle upstart little wenches like yourself. Perhaps I will simply hang you upside-down in the corner, and let your own body suffocate you. Perhaps I'll treat you like the brood mare you are built like, and just break you until you are docile and quiet.

Perhaps I'll turn you into the dairy cow you obviously have aspired to be. So many possibilities. So many ways I could hurt you, humiliate you. You're a sadistic one, but how well can you take that treatment from someone who knows that world as well, or better, than you do? The thing is, Destiny, that I am not likely to stop there. You see, I really do want to see you bleed. I really do want to see you broken, begging for the pain to end. I have an urge to use you to redefine the word "facelift".

And to be honest, it has nothing at all to do with you. All the things I will do to you, all the anguish and agony I will inflict upon you, is all because I lost to Dante. It's all because I don't have that large, gold belt, sitting around my waist. I hate losing. I hate losing Titles even more. You, unfortunate thing that you are, are simply my way of atoning for that loss. You are going to be the target of my frustration, of my anger. Destiny, quite simply, you are going to pay dearly for a sin you did not commit. You are going to be the medium through which I send a message to Dante, and to the rest of Redemption. That message is this:

Captain Howdy is still here, and he will do everything in his power to prove that he is the Most Dangerous Man in Redemption. And, dear Destiny, you are going to also bear the message of what happens to someone when I decide that, for you...

PLAYTIME'S OVER!!!!

HAHAHAAHAAHAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAAHAAAAA!!!!

AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!!

The Captain continues to laugh maniacally, for several long moments. Then, he suddenly stops, and grins at the camera, the shark's smile coming over his face but not reaching his eyes. He takes a step back, so that all we can see is that face, outlined by shadows and darkness, where he says one thing, before backing up further and disappearing from view. That statement?

I'm coming for you, Dante.

FADE TO BLACK.
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