Battle Royale RP Thread

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Very graphic descriptions of rape and assault are contained in this roleplay. All who are easily offended don’t read. The thoughts expressed are not those shared with the author.
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(The following promo is staged and no person(s) were harmed when making this video.)

Scene One

{The rain came from the gray bellowing clouds up above, where heaven is supposedly be. In my eyes, heaven is non-existent. In my eyes, the only reality is the one I see though my eyes. I stand out there in the middle of the street, on the double yellow line. Cars occasionally drove by, coming so close to hitting me. I did not fear. If I die, I would go to a place and sit in a throne next to my lord. But I cannot die yet, my journey still has alot of miles on it before it will be completed. I stare with my eyes at a large house. Though a bay window, filtered out by blinds, I see a light. They’re home. For some reason, I find myself happy as if I was being granted with a present. It is a present from my lord. I am given a present that I can very well divulge myself in. The pleasure I am going to free while competing this task would feel as if a goddess of whores would come down and give me head.}

{I walk off the street towards the house, the bottoms of my black leather boots clap across the concrete. I step up onto the curb, a van drives by, the wind of which pushes up into my white button-up shirt. It puffs it out as if I was wearing balloons instead. The thought made me think of clowns, I hate clowns. I drop my train of thought, and focus back to the task at hand. If I fail, my lord will not be too happy with me. The air escapes as I walk up the sidewalk, looking to see if anyone was to greet me. I’m home. This is my home, I think. Yet no welcoming parties for me, the though of which angers me so. This is my house, why are people living in it?}

{I knock on the door, my hand curled up into a fist, striking the hard wood with my knuckles. I could hear someone sitting up, and closing a recliner. Footsteps echo off tile floor, and the knob turn. The door swings open, and looking at me are a pair of sad blue eyes. I hate blue eyes. They peer at me as if someone had ripped out her heart and force fed her. The though of which made me chuckle up, but what I was not prepared for was this woman jumping up onto me. Her arms went around my neck as he wrapped her leg around me. I guess this woman is unhappy because she has been living the life of a whore. But I am here to ease her pain, to erase her for good. She drops down onto her feet and pulls me into the house. Her face so similar but I must have mistaken. She leans up, standing up onto her tip toes to force her lips onto me. I don’t react to the kiss, I stand there as a cold corpse towards this whore.}

{She shows her pearly white teeth at me as if I am her savior. I am no messiah for her; I am only the messiah of my lord’s followers. Surely she is not, and therefore I will put out her anguish tonight. She hasn’t the need to continue living like this. A follower of a heathen god needs to be put to rest, especially one that dare denounce my lord. She pulls me along into her family room, and points towards the crib. This woman must not be a firm believer of her idol because she has just brought me to my target, the infant that is curled up into a warm blue blanket. The babe is so innocent, so ignorant to the world. That unfortunate circumstance is about to change.}

[The Woman]
I’ve been waiting for you for so long… I can’t believe you’re back finally. I have missed you so much!

[Myself]
You have been… waiting for me? How could you have known about my arrival?

[The Woman]
Well... I didn’t know exactly you would come, but I have felt it into my heart!

{This woman must be lying. There would be no way this woman would know of my advent unless there was a traitor in our ranks. Our lord wouldn’t pick this tiny, pathetic excuse of a human being to speak to. He has told me he wanted her dead. I grab her by the shirt and force her hard up against the wall. I couldn’t speak, her eyes memorized me so as I stare. I attempt to move my lips, flicker the strings of vocal box, but to no use. My eyes absently stare into her as if she has some power over me}

[The Woman]
What has gotten into you!? *STATIC* What have gotten into you? What… what are you doing?

{I continue to stare into her eyes, a feeling overwhelmed me. A feeling of want flustered my mind. Present in my gut was a feeling, an internal urge to bring her down onto the floor. I scoop her down and slam her down hard onto her back. I pin her down, pressing my hands on both of her forearms. Enough pressure exerted the feeling of want… the feeling of need conquers me. Help me lord, stop me from defiling myself- but then again, wouldn’t my lord want me to run free? Doesn’t my lord want me to run free amidst this world, isn’t that the reason why he created me? To fulfill whatever desire that seized me instead of fighting it like some whipped Christian dog? I begin to pull her skin tight jeans down with one hand.}

[The Woman]
STOP! STOP! I miss you too… I miss you too! But not right here… not right in front of the bab-

{I quickly pull down her jeans, and throw them aside. She crosses her legs, embarrassed of doing such an act in front of her infant. Just to think, moments before she was kissing me passionately and wanting me to do this in the doorway. Now she dare order me to stop. I grab a hold of her pink shirt and tear it in hair, ripping open a big enough gap for her breasts to be exposed. She lets out a scream when I reach down below, and rip off the remaining garment of clothing she had on. This woman dares to struggle against my grip but I back hand her across the face. She should be happy I am giving her this moment of pleasure before I put her to rest.}

[The Woman]
Why are you doing this to me!? WHY?! I thought you loved me… I thought you loved me… why… I waited for you and you would do this to m-

{The woman begin to break down, tears begin to flow down the sides of her cheeks as I rip apart her legs. No matter how much she struggled, my strength still surpasses her. I begin to dive in, moving along without saying a word. Her screams begin to echo out of the house and the babe has begun to cry loudly. Both the screams and the crying echo out of the front door and into the neighborhood. I begin to go full force onto her, not being able to slow down. I haven’t felt this feeling for such a long time. I love this feeling. Her resisting is only hurting her as she makes it more enjoyable. What a stupid bitch she is, not liking her fate as one I guess. Her blue eyes continue to overflow with tears, as she reaches up and dig her nails into my chest. The pain enhances the pleasure.}

[The Woman]
Stop! Please stop! Just… Somebody help me! Get off of me now! I hate you… I HATE YOU!

{She brings her nails across my face, putting cutting a line diagonally across. The pain this time made me angry. I slap across her arms to either side of her body before wrapping my hands around her throat. I begin to choke her as I stop my thrusts. Instead I begin to bring her down onto it, using her throat as a handle. The feeling is great. I am the master of this dog, and I am enjoying this piece of flesh. The faster and harder I bring her onto me, the better if felt. I haven’t felt this sort of pleasure for a very long time.}

{I begin to choke with pleasure, too must pleasure. I suddenly shove her back down by the throat, having her head hit off the hardwood floor. Her face dark red, her hair sprawled out across the wood, her eyes puffy, and her cheeks stained with tears. She is breathing, breathing shallowly. Suddenly, there is foot steeps. Someone is trying to interfere with this act. A middle age man came into the room and quickly comes at him to prevent me from doing anything else. What a fool? Does he know who I am? I suddenly stand up, letting myself slide out of her and quickly vaulted across the room. The man didn’t see what hit him, the punch send him flying back into the hallway and probably out the door. I turn around. Not much time.}

{I walk towards the crib, the woman clings onto my leg. All of her force goes down onto my leg, in an futile attempt to prevent me from touching the baby. This slut begins to cough all over my boots. I go to send a punch right to the back of the head but I notice her opening her mouth to speak. I am merciful enough to let her have her last words. }

[The Woman]
Stop… stop... *STATIC* I though you loved me… I thought you came back… I thought my dreams came true and my prayers finally answered. I was wrong. Don’t touch the baby… please don’t touc-

[Myself]
I am taking the baby. I don’t know who you are. You are nothing but piece of trash. You were lucky I visited you. You are blessed that you have given birth to this child. The child is now my and is now with my lord. Now stay good nig-

[A smile appears on my face as I see her struggle more. The finishing punch is griped, and pulled back. All I have to do is pull the trigger and she could very well die. That is the purpose after all. I don’t need any witness to go screaming to the cops on what I look like. I don’t want to have to go out of my way and kill an entire police force. Anything that brutal would make national spotlight, and all that would do is make the revolution harder. This starts here. The baby is the first step and this woman is going to be the first to die. The revolution must be competed.}

{I bring the punch down but suddenly, in the distant I could hear sirens. I kick her off, sending her flying up against the way. Her head hit the wall, breaking the drywall underneath. She’s out cold, possibly dead, don’t need to worry about her now. I rush to the baby and pick it up; I hold it up for a second over my head. A large smile light up on my face. The baby will be his son. The baby will be his son. My lord should be very pleased. I turn around and head for the door in a run. However, once again the bitch latches onto my leg.}

[Myself]
If you say anything about this night, I will come back for you and kill you. IF you want to live long, I would best thing you would keep your mouth shut.

{She loses strength to hold on and releases her hold. She slides down onto the floor and begins to sob. I walk over her body and run out the door. Behind I left a woman who life have been completely crushed… everything ripped out by me. The pleasure of such an accomplished turns me on again. Though the only problem, I don’t know even half of this woman’s problems. }


Scene Two

{The red lights flash over head, around and around it goes on top of the ambulance. They were cleaning her up as the police officer tells her to go along. Why would he do that to her? She thought this man was her lover but after all... he just raped her, attempted to kill her and the stole her baby away. Maybe she have made a mistake, the man had long hair… long brown hair. The back of her head screams out to her, as if the baby is at the peak of a crying fit but in the quiet venue of her mind. Large marks around her neck ache as it is hard to even breathe, the reminder of his attempt to take her life. The soreness of between her legs, wet still from forced excitement. She feels like shit on the outside but the pain was numb due to the pain inside.}

{She has let her baby be taken away. She’s a failure. And she then he tried to kill her! He did rape her! Those months of waiting, the months of worrying, but he came out of the blue and attempted to murder her. This is nothing but a bad nightmare. She must be trapped. This is not reality but a dream that preys on her darkest fears. He would never ever do that to her. She’s imagining. Maybe it’s a joke, he always liked playing jokes on her… maybe he will return and be the old self. Maybe he doesn’t know how bad he hurt her…}

{The police office has been talking to her, but no words came from her dry lips. He keeps on asking him who did it, what did he look like, but she just simply keeps her mouth shut. How she wants to die right now? How she wanted to close her eyes and never wake up. But there is one nagging though in her heart, what about her baby. What about her baby? She has to find the baby on her own.}

{Maybe this was only a joke, a joke that he will come back around and embraced her with the baby in her arms.}

{But to her dismay, this is no joke.}


Scene Three

{The man stands there in front of a large body of water; the moon’s reflection is painted across the choppy surface. The man himself is the same men that attacked and raped a woman earlier in the evening. The man is the same man that kidnapped her child, the only precious gift she believed her god have given her. This man is the same man who cracked up over her cries of pain and screams of help as if it this nothing but a comedy played out to his own amusement. He is leaned up against the pole of a streetlight, a green street light that fit in the dark red cobbled street below him The black boot taps on the cobble stone, the clap of leather on stone echoes out into the night. Down the street, a little ways is a bar. In the shadow of the light you could not see his face, and all you could see is his long brown hair hanging from his head. It hasn’t been cleaned for a fair amount of time.}

{I am this man that everyone will probably misconstrue as a sick son of a bitch. I am just more than a lowly slave of my lord, I have felt greatness though another channel. I used to be a wrestler and I plan on becoming one once again.}

[Myself]
My name shall remain unknown until the moment I walk down to that ring. My name will be remembered; those in the ring will tremble as they see my face. Those in the stands might cheer out for me, but I will not identify. As my music plays, adrenaline will rush into my veins and I guess that the men in the ring will get their second wind. The plan is set and it is time for a new leader to arise this place. It is time for a new leader to lead the masses into a new dawn, and kill those who dare challenge him.

I am only a soldier of a lord that you all dare to strike down as the symbol of evil and good. The only thing that is ever evil or good is the limits you apply to yourself. The wants you shun yourself for having. Those are the same wants that you ignore and refuse to satisfy, and if you do, you stash them away into the deepest depths of your mind. You fear retribution from society like a dog that fears retribution for his master, but you know what? Don’t worry; I am here to break free those chains so you can fulfill those dark wants. You can soon go out and satisfy your darkest desires. Fear not of what society thinks; do not feel guilt over anything. The only thing you have to fear is what I am. Fear the power in control and you will find a right balance between living and enjoying. The only thing evil and good is the fact that you all apply yourself to a moral code. The reason that I am so strong now is the fact that I believe in… what I want is what I should get.

{I begin to head down the street, trying to get away from the noise of the bar. Ah yes, the bar. The bar is where the so-called vices spring out of men but really, vices are only things that people believe they would feel guilty about. I look out at the stars that flicker brightly above the horizon. I take turn, walking from the touristy main street into what seem to be a peaceful neighborhood. All the lights were off in the houses except for a few night owls.}

[Myself]
Vice is a creature of our imagination. There is no right and wrong. You do what you want, and you do it when you want it. Wherever, whenever, whatever…However there is always going to be one bond, one duty, and that would be towards whoever is in charge. I am going to be in charge of APW now. I am going to be in charge of the whole world. So everyone who is watching this, laughing it off as some deranged mad man… don’t be fooled. Don’t be fooled. I am going to take this place over; I shall become champion. That is the reason why I sent word to Jeff, the man who could not refuse such an offer from me. It will give him money but it will now become the fool’s demise. I will conquer APW yet again. You will see. Laugh now, Level One but you will laugh not so hard when you are lacking a championship belt. Joke now, Pence but you won’t be joking when you feel how crippling fear can be.

Mock me, I dare you. Insult me, I dare you. Don’t hold back now if you do, you’re nothing but limiting yourself. Don’t limit yourself to anything. Let all that malice out and take delight in it. You can call me a sick bastard who likes enjoying young boys, the truth remains I do not. But if you take delight in charging me with such an accusation, then do so. For I won’t hold back, for I won’t always tell the truth, and I always will do what I want. For nothing you say will take me aback. For every insult you serve, I have one in the back of my head even more profane and more demented than your sickest imagination. I am the thing they called evil, but I am not evil. Like I said before, there’s no right and wrong so there is no good and evil. It’s all in your head.

You think of our history as man and you think of evil… You think of Hitler and you think of Stalin. Both men knew what I am talking about. They knew that the only to action to take is the action with the most beneficial outcome. Hitler blamed the Jews for everything, but you know what… it is true. The Jews were the builders of this whole world. They were the original shapers of our modern perception of the world at large. If it wasn’t for their god, the world will act definitely different and will act definitely less hypocritically. Hitler killed them because he needed someone to place blame on. The scrape goat made Hitler seem a hero, and Hitler benefited from what you might see as inhumane policies. It worked, didn’t it? Stalin killed many to stay in power. He purged and he benefited. It’s simple as that. You labeled him as a monster but in all reality, he was an entrepreneur. He used certain techniques that made him rich and made him live in splendor. Isn’t that what we all want? Don’t we all want to be rich and to be powerful? Then why did we shoot him down because he achieved it? It’s because deep down we were envious of his accomplishments. Like it or not, we were envious of these so-called monsters.

I am going to be the Hitler of Action Packed Wrestling. I am going to be the Stalin of Action Packed Wrestling. I am going to be the man that crush your dreams so I can be at the top. I am going to be the man that will cut you all down so I can remain in power. It is what I am going to do in the future that is what important. I am not going to name off pathetic accomplishments I have once done. I am not going to ride off one or two major achievements in my career. But just to let you all know, what I have done… I have done better than you. I will do things you can only dream of in a wrestling career.

{I reach the end of the street, it turns off down… running parallel with the body of water once again. I decided to cut between two houses walking past an open window. The noise of grunts and moans echo out the window. Instead two teenagers were probably getting their share of sex. How sinful is that in the eyes of the Catholic Church, but in all reality, it might be the only way for both to distract them how pathetic their lives are. The only real good feeling they have gotten in the past few weeks. Maybe it’s the only thing that has kept them sane. I know the only thing that has kept me sane is the mission on my mind. The one goal is the only thing that is keeping me sane. Yet again, I believe I am saner than anyone else in this world of ours. I see more clearly now then I did.}

[Myself]
Every walking man in Action Packed Wrestling see's themself as a humble king. You are all selfish you are kings of nothing and when you fight amongst each other for the crown, only one will be king. One king is weaker than one king with three knights. But none of you see past your selfish wants... That is all right, that is what I want to see out of you all.

It makes no difference… the gates of hell will open up on Sunday, and I will make my return to make examples of these pawns set in my path. I shall destroy whether or not you are united or divided. I shall destroy whether or not you are ready for this threat. I am the threat. I’m the plague and you shall be consume in that very same ring you live your dreams.

{I walk though the backyard and out onto a long wood deck. I continue to walk, the ideas of revolution and success circle in my head. A low toned chuckle come from my chest but I don’t feel it nor do I mean to do it. The smile on the face, the smile of pleasure that I know I am correct. Action Packed Wrestling is not prepared for this hurricane.}

{Fin}