Post by Kevin Dahlia on Jul 8, 2012 12:56:38 GMT -4
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C h a p t e r: VI -- And I Beseech Thee, Shed Thy Beauty .
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Why pluck one string... what good is just one note?
Oh, one string sounds fine, I guess... but we were once 'one notes',
We were lonely wheat quietly ground into grain...
What light and momentary pain!
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"Torches Together" - mewithoutYou
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Saturday, 7th 2012
4:37 PM
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»» |Uneasy lapsing of emotional distortion were becoming a constant for Wolves. Hollow like a tree, and a transparency as exponentially resemblant as images traced in air. Acute comparisons to the waves of peculiarity becoming afloat within his mind and carcass. They say uneasy hearts weigh the most, and as of late, Cameron would be inclined to concur with that very notion. Nonetheless, Cameron carried his tiring façade, parading about in his typical megalomaniac-esque manner. He still resided with an heir of egotism. Still flaunted within the ring with great efforts and stride. Hell, he even still waited around for dealers, so to obtain his magical little green herbs.| ««
[C]ameron [W]olves: "Where the fuck is he?"
»» |Neatly devised, Cameron leaned at an angle of calculated comfort against a cool mortar wall. His arms folded across his torso. He stood in deep contemplation, collectively awaiting the arrival of a 'friend', within the comforting confines of an indented portion of the arena. Abruptly obstructing his pondering, Cameron fixates his gaze upon that of a glistening silver Rolex watch. He murmurs the something of a coagulation between the time and profanities, exhuming with a great depth. In a peculiar spur of the moment like state, footsteps resonate from around the bending corner of the buildings offset structure. A relaxing tonal of verbalization peeks first, then the being is within full visualized vicinity grasp.| ««
[J][/color]ason [K][/color]ash: "Ehh, do I really hear you bitching? About me? Ahaha."
»» |Stepping with a gleam of casual promenading pace, enter the recently reigning APW World Heavyweight Champion from the Asylum brand, Mr.Jason Kash. Akin to his relaxed verbal tone and casual rate of saunter is his attire. His scarlet glistening eyes resonate that a similar psychological state is afoot. Cameron's mindset of livid hastily dissipates at the sudden arrival. Swallowing hard, he attempts to re-construct his kingdom of egotism, when speaking with the world champion of the company he works for.| ««
[C]ameron [W]olves: "*AHEM* Well, you are twenty five fucking minutes late."
»» |A simple snicker.| ««
[J][/color]ason [K][/color]ash: "Hey, look who's all cocky to the champ!"
»» |Kash relived a genuine chuckle as said so. A smile, not so much painted on his face, but engraved. Cameron couldn't help but to emit a gentle exhume of light laughter as well. Beneath his breath of course. Who WAS Cameron to be so condescending to man whom so blatantly ran a show. Nonetheless he regenerated his might to retain his façade. Though a lack-luster vein began to merge.| ««
[C]ameron [W]olves: "Pssh. It's not as if I haven't been dominating thus far. Beat your old boy, Borderland."
[J][/color]ason [K][/color]ash: "Eh-hehe! That's right. If I remember, your up against him this week eh?"
[C]ameron [W]olves: "My first main event."
[J][/color]ason [K][/color]ash: "Congrats! Now, lets celebrate."
»» |Cameron nods, retrieving a relatively small abundance of cash from his wallet. Twenty-five dollars, give or take. Kash removed a small bag, contain a reflection of the money's quantity worth in the cannabis. Half-Quarter, pre-rolled. Cameron submits to a gleam happiness upon seeing such. Hastily removing one, Kash hands him a lighter. The end cherries in a brilliantly bright glaze. Inhale. Exhale.| ««
[J][/color]ason [K][/color]ash: "You know man, I have been paying close attention to you over on Meltdown."
[C]ameron [W]olves: "Hmm. Really now?"
[J][/color]ason [K][/color]ash: "Well ya'. Your cocky as shit, but hey, you can back it up. Atleast, you've been doin' it so far."
[C]ameron [W]olves: "Well, fuck... thanks man."
[J][/color]ason [K][/color]ash: "Yer damn right 'thanks', I'm the muthafuckin' World Heavyweight champion bro! Hahaha. But no, just hear me out, be careful against Shane. Don't let your head be up your ass."
[C]ameron [W]olves: "*Heh* Don't you worry about that. I've faced, and toppled him before. I know what I'm-"
[J][/color]ason [K][/color]ash: "No, listen to me! I've teamed with Shane, a lot. I know you've beaten him before, but he's been on a roll since. He beat a damn Hall of Famer. If you wanna keep your little undefeated streak alive..."
»» |Kash' sentence is halted in a hasty idiosyncratic aesthetic. He pauses, deeply inhaling a substantial quantity of air, he lips upon the filtered aspect of the joint. Smoke, bellows into his lungs. Exhalation brings up a creamy thick white cloud of smoke. Submitting to a small cough, Kash catches his breath, passes the marijuana back to Cameron, and returns to his verbalization.| ««
[J][/color]ason [K][/color]ash: "...You just keep your head. Out. Of. Your. Ass. aight?"
»» | Receiving the joint, Cameron can't help but to contemplate the curious nature of Kash' aiding words. After all, Jason was a close companion of his present opposition, Shane Borderland. Why would he delve into assisting his friends foe? Pondering the enigmatic inquiry, he hands the joint back to Kash, who refuses its passing.| ««
[J][/color]ason [K][/color]ash: "Nah man. I don't really smoke the day before a match. Especially one for my World title"
[C]ameron [W]olves: "Shucks. Don't I feel special."
[J][/color]ason [K][/color]ash: "Ahaha. Well you should man. You really should."
»» |Obscured melodies resonate from the confines of Kash' pocket. Reaching in, he retrieves his cell-phone. Checking his text messages, he gently mumbles something inaudible to himself. Exhuming a sigh of displeasure he returns his phone and glances towards Cameron.| ««
[J][/color]ason [K][/color]ash: "I gotta go bro. But hey, save me a joint or sumthin', I'll match sometime and I can maybe train with ya', or something like that."
[C]ameron [W]olves: "Uhh, aha. Sure man, I'll get ahold of you after Test For the Best and Meltdown sometime."
[J][/color]ason [K][/color]ash: "Coo'. Just make sure against Shane... keep your head outta your ass. Peace!"
»» |With such utterances, Jason hurriedly promenades off-wards. Cameron scoffs a tad bit. The insinuation that he could meet defeat at the trails of Boderlands summit seemed both peculiar and absurd to him. Though, with a warning being granted by means of the World Heavyweight champion, he pondered if the severity of the situation was being ill-contemplated via his own megalomania and egotistical tendencies. Suddenly, the apparition of something becoming common for himself gently whispers into his ear.| ««
[D][/color]ahlia [R][/color]osewood: "Look at you Cammy. Finally making friends, and friends in high places at that."
[C]ameron [W]olves: "*Heh*. Yep."
[D][/color]ahlia [R][/color]osewood: "Well, you better not let him down."
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Sunday, 8th, 2012
6:19 PM
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"It's showtime, baby!"
[/size]»» |The vociferous utterance resonates with a glistening clarity, and a peculiar heir of ferocity. A triumphant gleam is intrinsic with the fabrics and fibres of the words conception. That particular verbalization opens the rapid dissipation of black particles. As they abruptly transgress their relative formation, harlequins burst into subtle arrays of visual clarity. As has become standard for the hastily rising Meltdown "megastar", Cameron is within predominant focus of the cameras visual-vicinities. Atypical, and the blatant differentiation between now and 'usually', is the expression drenched upon Wolves' facial landscaping. A simper of a smile. Though egotistical tendencies seem prevalent, there is an odd hint of something more sincere.| ««
[C]ameron [W]olves: "Miss me my darlings? Trust me, I know how hard it must be, barely getting to see me. I fully comprehend the sever strains it must put on your itty-bitty hearts. I could eradicate a certain portion of that uneasy weight; doing meet-and-greets, interviews, fan-based promotional activities, yaddayaddayadda. But I shant. At least... not until I'm given what so blatantly belongs to me, that North American Championship. Call it destiny? I call it factual logic."
»» |Stridently echoing of typical megalomania-esque mannerisms, Cameron's gleam of peculiar sincerity remains, as perplexing as the notion may seem. His cocaine white teeth shimmer in the dim lighting of the room, predominately focused upon himself. Showboater. It had been noted that an influx of economic stability had found it's fortune in Wolves. His attire spoke volumes on the matter. Expensive fabric woved to make his black suit. A pair of unneeded, but fashionably presently "shades" draped over his ocean-blue eyes. A glimmering, silver Rolex, neatly tied to the confines of his wrist.| ««
[C]ameron [W]olves: "What? You're all surprised that I'm still harping on the matter? Ahaha. Silly ducklings, of course I'm going to bitch over an injustice as substantial as this!"
»» |The playful tone resonating within the constraints of Cameron's vocalization dissipates in a leisure manner. Upon the concluding aspects of his aforesaid verbalization, Cameron briskly pauses. Just momentarily. Abruptly, he retrieves his "shades", his blue eyes glazing directly into the camera. An abrupt smirk is emitted.| ««
[C]ameron [W]olves: "Let me seriously make it abundantly clear of the absurdities afoot in the Meltdown booking department. *Ahem*, within the preceeding two weeks, I've defeated Dita Morgan twice. One time, of which, was with one of Meltdown's "Elit Competitors", Shadow. Ouuu, scary huh? In the immediate-prior week, the main event was Borderland vs Lively, a bout which Shane Boderland, shockingly, prevailed in. These instances may seem exponentially random and enigmatic, but hold on to the edge of your seat for just a second!
Glance at the Meltdown card online kiddies. Because right there, match-four... Lively vs. Shadow vs. Raab. Winner proclaims custody over the Number One Contender slot for the North American Championship. To that I say, bollocks! Since my inception to the APW I have done nothing to claim victory after victory, remaining undefeated, and irrefutably proving my substantial worth as the best this brand has to offer! And time and time again this goes unnoticed as evidently lesser talent reaps benefits they don't deserve. It's a fucking shame too, because Evan Envi vs Cameron Wolves for the North American championship would be a blockbuster encounter. But, rumours have been flying about on the internet for the past while claiming Envi is going to be "promoted" to one of the big shows soon. And whilst I have no official contendership for his title, that beautiful dreamscape of a match shall go unheard."
»» |Stylistically sprouting condescension and displeasure, Cameron rotates his "precious" cranium from side to side. He doesn't appear to have articulated any sense of intrinsic-spitefulness, merely an obvious distaste.| ««
[C]ameron [W]olves: "The matter I'm articulating however, is that both Lively and Shadow have been on the receiving end of defeats, and for such, they are rewarded with an opportunity to claim the crown of Meltdown? Aha, bollocks once again. Though, I can't merely disown those whom booked this particular Meltdown, as something I have been cooing of has been grasped by listeners and attention. After more than a month of competing at an elite level, yours truly has finally claimed dominance by being booked within the main event. That's correct jazz-cats! The Grand Messiah is elevating to the eventual throne of Meltdown, with or without that damn crown of a championship.
Like all actions though, there is both a positive, and equally negative reaction. You see, whilst I have scaled to the top of the booking summit, I am now faced with burden of toppling one, Shane Borderland... again. That's right children! The man I stomped out, three weeks ago, raining on the parade of his return, Shane Borderland is once again the opposition tossed before my glistening greatness. It's carries a tiresome heir of peculiarity though, does it not? Both the competitors we toppled are being rewarded, whilst we are left to tussle with one another again. But hey, I could be miscalculating the trajectory of intent here. Perhaps a more exponential bounty is to be rewarded to the winner of me versus Borderland. I-dunno."
»» |Cameron gently laid the glasses upon a table outside of the cameras visual vicinity range. His facial region was increasingly difficult to read, due to the angle in which it sat. Descended in a downward like state. A gentle scoff is verbalized. Ascending his glimmering stare once more, Cameron proceeds forward with his statements. An exponentially more calming overtone drenching his utterances.| ««
[C]ameron [W]olves: "I find this bout exponentially tiresome already. Borderland, I've already dealt with you, and I'm in need of frying bigger fish that are sauntering about, all casual like right-now. Horrowitz is still a substantial distortion on my radar, and I shall eradicate that nourishment of a plague. Still! Perhaps I shouldn't enter this contest with such a gloating and over-bloated ego. I mean, Borderland, you did defeat an APW Hall of Fame member, in Michael Lively last week. Grasping victory within a main event spotlight, conquering a goal akin to what I yearn for. It's a fuckin' shame that it's one of, if not your biggest accomplishments here in APW. Oh, I'm suuuure you beg-to-differ, but from the standpoint of an unbiased bystander, it truly is.
You're at a constant, gloating of how you flourished within last years Test For the Best tournament, as a relatively enigmatic contestant. Of how you ravished the tag-team division with Jason Kash. Yadda-yadda-yadda, blah-blah-blah! You see Shane, maybe you do have some illogical simians fooled by your teetering falsehood of a wrestling repertoire. But not me, not the "Intrinsic Mind". Nu-uh. Your transparent bullshit is all but blatant, and it's overtly nauseating. Honestly Shane, what kind of career goal is faltering in a tournament?, Failing to grasp victory at the moment in which is truly was relevant? I'll tell you what kind... none. You know, there is an all too obvious reason you weren't given an opportunity to even compete in it this years rounds, Borderland. You're irrelevant. And you need to come to gripe with the godforsaken obvious nature of this situation. It's magnitude seems to surpass your inferior intellectual-comprehension, and it's unsightly. You have become irrelevant!"
»» |Briefly halting his verbalized assault, the vicinities soundscape is infiltrated with a diminutive scoff of relative condescension. A remorseful tendency squirms into the asseveration of Wolves. Be it sincere or devilishly-devised? Incomprehensible ambiguity presently promenaded in a rampant tone.| ««
[C]ameron [W]olves: "Perhaps I'm mistaken though. I mean hey, fuck it. Borderland bested El Insecto De Negro, one week after I made him a royal-jester in my court of comedy. I'm not sure if Insecto has been released from his contract due to a stemming inability to perform at a standard-level required, or not. But that's as irrelevant as Shane himself. After-all, the prior week saw Shane abolish Michael Lively. And listen, Borderland. For all the satirical tyraids I charismatically promenade about with, I shant extinguish the obvious credit due. There is a reason behind Lively's inception to the Hall of Fame, and you overcame that social-stigma of legend he bears, and bested him. So from the bottom of my black, calloused, cockled heart. Congrats bucko."
b]»»[/b] |Purposely, Cameron flashes a glisten of his white smirk, whilst in combination of clenching a fist and ascending just the thumb. Megalomania versus sincerity was becoming a constantly progressing debate for the viewer. Wolves seemed to seamlessly teeter on the border of both.| ««
[C]ameron [W]olves: "...But nonetheless, a victory on my glorious part is all the more evident. Because you forget yourself, Borderland. I'm the guy that dissimulated the gears in of your 'machine' before the circuit even charged. Cameron Wolves defeated Shane Borderland, in your own damn return match. So no matter what you do, or who you beat Shane, you're always going to be faced with an exponential abundance of remorse of just not being capable. Your inabilities may not limit your capacity for victory against others in the APW, as you so transparently execute, by the thread of your teeth, but when you come toe to toe with the Grand Messiah, you best obtain comprehension of the serve differentiation in our levels. Because let me infer some insidiously required logicality, darling; This isn't your story. It's MINE."
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-- the following roleplay was a, RoyalClouds Production .
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[/b] 2,829 RP#[/b] 7 Vs Shane Borderland Notes Borderland vs Wolves II. Jason Kash gave me full permission to use him in this RP. Best of luck to you Shane! Lets us put on a grand Main Event. .[/font][/center][/blockquote]
