Conversation Piece, Ch.II

[Kevin Dahlia]

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C h a p t e r: II -- Somewhere At the Bottom of a River Between Vega & Altair .


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May, 28th. 2012
12:38 AM

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[&]Ravenous, the over-compelling surge of victory flows through Cameron's veins. A blurring sensation of overconfidence washes over him in an awesome wave. From ear to ear, a pretentious smirk is smeared across his face. He egotistically saunters down the hallway to his hotel room, an expensive bottle of imported Wine firmly clenched within his palms grasp. Meltdown had just disengaged it's air-wave frequency, putting an end to the airing. Merely an hour ago, Wolves had competed in his debut contest, not just within APW, but in the realm of professional wrestling itself. Blue eyes glimmering, the outcome would be exponentially evident just from looking at the young man. Briskly swinging open the door to his room, Cameron burst in, ripe with excitement. Merely moments into entering the hotel, a glass of wine is smoothly poured, and Cameron is seated comfortably upon a chair present.[&]


[C]ameron [W]olves: "And what do you know, but the affirmative objection was easily grasped! And to think some doubted my prows. Ha! Foolish."


[&]Cameron burst aloud, sprawling himself in massive self-indulgence. Hastily devouring the content of his glass. His first victory had fed his ego. Exactly something Cameron so desperately sought. It just, helped. The need to rid himself of her. That blurring apparition of reality. A constant passenger, entirely unwanted, always betraying his best understanding of the world itself. He knew if he couldn't dispose of this 'dark passenger', as Dexter so crudely states, he wouldn't be able grasp his haven of self-peace and happiness.[&]


[D][/color]ahlia [R][/color]osewood: "What, no glass for me tonight?"


[&]At the sudden intrusion of his solace ego feeding frenzy, Cameron nearly lost his breath. From no where, that piercing voice crackled through the silence. He was then fully aware his succeeding in tonight's bout were no where near enough to keep this haunting at bay. Dahlia proceeds forward seating herself in the adjacent chair from him. Under-toning a sigh, Cameron slowly ascends his gaze to meet the eyes of Dahlia, childishly staring back at him.[&]


[C]ameron [W]olves: "Oh, hurrrray. Your hear, yet again. Delightful."


[&]A blatantly sarcastic, and melancholy driven heir rings through his voice. The apparent nature evident in every sense.[&]


[D][/color]ahlia [R][/color]osewood: "Oh hush you! Always so rude. It's not flattering on you, ya know."


[C]ameron[W]olves: "Stop with the cheap talk. It's not so flattering either. So what gives? I won my match on Meltdown. I found it in me to decimate Mr.Dangerous & Young Kiz. To win! You shouldn't be here!"


[D][/color]ahlia [R][/color]osewood: "Oh darling, you're going to need to do more than win one, itty-bitty match against two randoms. No no no! You need to do something a lot more impressive."


[C]ameron [W]olves: "*H E H* Like win my next match, against someone who's become quite well established in APW?"


[&]Dahlia smugly raises an eyebrow. Cameron is fully aware that "Dahlia" is an omniscient apparition, possibly stemming from his own mind. Of course she knew who he was regarding as his opposition. At that, Cameron re-pours more wine into his glass, and just as hastily begins to drink once more.[&]


[D][/color]ahlia [R][/color]osewood: "Well now, I can't say for certain, buuuut. A win over Benny Horowitz would be ten fold more effective than your last win. Young Kiz, Mr.Dangerous. Ha! Your silly."


[C]ameron [W]olves: "Go figure, one of the most established competitors, and a damn posterchild for Meltdown, is the guy I gotta take down, one match in."


[D][/color]ahlia [R][/color]osewood: "What, a tad bit afraid we can't get a win? Hmmm?"


[&]A certain melody of condescension weaved through the wims of her words. It shrouded Cameron in a negative process of thought and feeling. He relinquished a rather well sized portion of air, attempting to exhale beneath his breath. Blatantly annoyed by the insinuating doubt, he firmly clasped his cup of wine to the table before him. An intimidating echo had been designed as it connected. Cameron runs his hand across his head as if seeking a certain solace of emotion from it. Miraculously evolving from this disdain however, is a new found boost and ego and megalomania like condescension. Supreme overconfidence drenched his voice in a pretentious tongue.[&]


[C]ameron [W]olves: "Now your just being absurd. I don't think you understand very well. There's a distinct difference between someone like Benny, and I. He's a blatant ass thug. The guy is here for one thing, and one thing alone. The money. The man himself is a low-grade streets martial artist, he probably lacks a basic comprehension of how to even wrestle purso. Let alone my superior, Super Jr. style I trained under. Besides, lets not play completely fucking stupid sweety. You know as well as I do, that I have a haunting urgency to win. To make all of this warped reality go away! Besides, I have the substantially overpowering edge in intellectual thought. I'll calculate every lame ass Bruce Lee move he botchedly tosses at me, before he's even done. I'll make sure he puckers to kiss the mat at my Bone Palace Ballet."


[D][/color]ahlia [R][/color]osewood: "And you're suuuuure that's going to be enough to secure you the win over the arguably, biggest rising and established star on Meltdown? The blogs are already saying it will be a REAL test for you. To see if you live up the buzz and hype. I mean. I'm on the line here buttercup."


[&]Though she now utters in a childish and soft tone, an apparent heir of 'snarkyness' is painted to the canvas of Wolves' face. A singular eyebrow hastily ascends. A pretentiously found smirk slithers and curls. And his crude inner indulgence is fed with a satisfying scoff. Leaning back in his chair, his arms folded upon his chest, Cameron verbalizes.[&]


[C]ameron [W]olves: "Oh, aha, I am "ten fold" more sure of it darling. Don't you worry..."

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June, 3rd. 2012
10:43 PM

[&]Relaxingly stood in the same resort area as previously within the duration of the week, Cameron has a gashed grin atop his face. Directly before him is a camera, firmly clasped onto it's tripod. High definition. A superior form of progression from merely the preceding week. Though the camera was not presently operating, it was supremely blatant that Cameron was simply collecting his thoughts in preparation for a segmented rebuttal to his forthcoming opposition. The man who initialized the beloved trading of condescension through verbal contest. Benny Horrowitz. A familiar face upon Meltdown. A contest that would truly test the capabilities of Wolves. A theory that he had of his own. Having just now heard the accusations spewed by Benny, Cameron is in an appropriate deliberation and musing to partake in a verbally based brawl with his looming foe.[&]

ssemblage [O]f [W]olves
Aha. What a funny funny man this, Benny fellow is. A supposed businessman who gets himself suspended? Great money generating tactics. Especially for a businessman. Ahaha. And then to insinuate that I was a nobody. Simply absurd. The only nail he accurately hit on the head with his putridity-esque informed promo was that I was impressive in my debut on Monday. The man is a fool. More of a megalomaniac than I even am. He doesn't quite seem to understand what I'm capable of. *H E H* it's all the same however. My underlining purpose is substantially more driving then a rich mans want for money. Hollow self desires. Disgusting and empty.

[&]Gently exhuming a diminutive quantity of breath, Cameron feverishly ascends his glazed stare to the camera. Taking a brief interval to settle his musing and fully snap back into the ongoings, he reaches into the depths of his fine tailored, black suit pockets. From it he retrieves a small remote. With a singular click, he returns the remote to it's initial vicinities, and with such, a red flash arrays in a bulb of the camera. The smug, feverish grin, seemingly trademarked to Cameron, intertwined the closed lips of his. He radiated self-indulged arrogance.[&]


[C]ameron [W]olves: "Salutation simpletons. I suspect you headed my word last week? I said, "you may not know me, but that stops now"! And what do you know? Little ol' perfect me put on a demonstrative clinic of how to outdo an opposition. Oppositions, better said. One of which is an, apparently, well respected athlete within the company. *H E H* Go figure. He was easily bested. with simplistic effort at that. But now General Manager, Johnny Rebel is coming to an abrupt realization of how skillful I truly am. He fully comprehends that I was substantially lacking in competition this past Meltdown. And so as a testing ground of matches, I decimate, erm *A H E M* ... I compete with good old Benny boy. It's just an overbloated shame that Rebel doesn't realize that the only valiant competition on his show for me is Evan Envi."


[&]Hastily placing a hovering hand before his mouth, as though to heavily imply, a sarcastic shock. Emulating an overdramatic surprise, as though his desire to face the true face of Meltdown, North American Champion, Evan Envi, wasn't to be a blatant assumption concluded by the masses. Clasping the bottom of his jaw, Cameron snaps it.[&]


[C]ameron [W]olves: "Yuppers. I dropped the apparent pipe bomb here it would become. You see, dull minded twats, most who come to Meltdown have a single goal in mind. Get to Asylum or Overdrive. It's no fault of our GM however. Perish that thought. No, it's because they are the established brands, providing wider exposure and an influx of higher pay. It's a fame aspiration. For me? Ehh. Not quite the same. I Plan on concurring Meltdown entirely before proceeding, and the fastest, and of course most logical manner to commit this task is to eradicate the brands champion. You scream transitional Envi, and when I get my opportunity, I'll validate that statement by taking the championship you so loosely grasp upon."

"But hey, lets not jog ahead all too far. I'm still left to deal with businessman Benny for the forthcoming Meltdown. Before any conquest can be carried out, I need to plummet every possible opposition placed before me. Sadly for you Benben, you just happen to be adjacent from me. Don't think I'm underestimating you though. I'll well aware that, while you are no challenge on a technical standpoint, your a street bitch. I'm fully aware that you just got your stupid ass off of a suspension. But what I don't quite comprehend, is why this should be a point of making me scared. What? Are you going to threaten me with a beatdown? Ouuu. I'm trembling. Your blinded arrogance shall be your biggest letdown you simian-esque neanderthal. You see, a slight alteration -- think of it as a tad change -- is coming with the rise of myself. I'll make you the next in line to bow down, and grovel at my feet. I am, The Grand Messiah, and I will not be denied by rightful place atop this desolate brand. And if Benny fucking Horrowitz thinks he can stop me... aha. Well, we'll just see how he likes the taste of the god damn mat, when I drill him into it, face first. I don't give a shit about how many 'apparent' guards this pseudo-intellectual brings with him. They'll be no help once I knock Benny out-cold. And that's not an empty threat. That's a full fledged promise."


[&]Overbearingly brimming with a painstakingly blatant vainglorious persona, Cameron gradually broke off into a collected and preserved chuckle. Tilting his head, ever so slightly, he gazes into the camera. A pompous atmosphere, breaches the perimeter.[&]


[C]ameron [W]olves: "You seem to think I'm a weird guy, Benny. And deep, deep down, in the cockles of my heart, that hurts. But, I think we just have a slight misunderstanding. See, saying I have pent up hostility would be a melancholic understatement. I'm a rather cool, calm & collected guy. But that's because like The Hulk, I have a devouring rage that will blindly decompose any threat before me. Any threat, such as your self. Ahaha!"


[&]Abruptly dissipating his sentence, Cameron spews a laugh asunder. Dead at the end of his statement, he finds great humor. Undoubtedly his bloated ego, taking full charge. His charmless grin making no argument against it.[&]


[C]ameron [W]olves: "I'm sorry... aha, it's just that I can't stop recollecting what Horrowitz said about Meltdown. Calling it his number one jam. Right on retro throwback jazzcat!; calling it his 'domain'. Proclaiming himself as the Shogun of the show. It's persistent in hilarity. Truly, it is! The utter sense of reality he is lacking is mind boggling. I couldn't help but notice his peculair mentioning of how I've been overheard conversing with myself, and.... twitching? Now, I do talk with myself, as is suggested for healthy psychological development, you entirely uninformed baboon. As for twitching? I can't concur with this assertion at all. It's simply slanderous dribble, he somehow found the way to articulate. Don't get me wrong now. He is nowhere near as illogical as, say, Young Kiz. The very sound of Benny verbalizing makes me want to chuckle a bit, not kill myself. The issue is that this simian builds himself as a violent, terrifying, monolithic giant within wrestling. Telling me I should be afraid to contest with him. Ha. From one egotist to another, your word is bigger than you can back."


"See, I have something of an urgency to win. Personal solaces aside, I have something to prove within this company. And that's that I demand nothing but the most elite respect. Trust me Horrowitz, I'm well acquainted with the fact that people are currently putting their money on you, rather than I. It's no surprise to me at all. I'm the fresh faced, future savior, of the company. Your the established star that everyone is aware of. But that's a downfall on your part. This is why I'm so bloody excited to pummel every diminutive grain from your hollow, desolate head. Once the relative unknown-er, undeniably tarnishes the good name of yourself, a more hasty progression in my reign shall unfold."


[&]From the corner of his eye, behind the camera, Cameron catches glimpse of something he would plead against. That mood dimming apparition, Dahlia, feverishly apparent. Cameron swallows hard, hastily sauntering his eyes back to the camera. Denial was always an option, though he knew victory was required on his part. The completion of defeating Benny Horrowitz was his salvation. Just maybe.[&]


[C]ameron [W]olves: "There's a science of deduction behind being a proficient wrestler. If there is anything at all I have learned over the years, it's that calculations make or break a match. Just think of me as an alpha incipient. A super computer. I don't give a flying fuck how fast you can articulate a move, Benny. I will out-think, outperform, and outshine you. And I can't wait to see that look of utter humiliation carved into your face, like mortar."

"Now, you mentioned, ever so briefly, that not having information on me scared you... Oh! Excuse me, it WOULD scare you, if you could be scared. Ahaha, yeah - alright Benny. I just thought I'd let you know, you should feel threatened, abundantly so actually. If I wanted your dimwitted self to know things about me, you'd be fully aware already. I don't care how much 'doh' you garnered out on the streets, you insistently stupid bug. You unrelentingly believe yourself to be a mastermind of sorts. It's so... cute, I suppose. You've never come to a gala including a real mastermind. And watching you struggle will be a greatly indulged pleasure. Trust me! I wont waste it."


[&]Cameron's blue colored eyes lazily drift upon her. Dahlia just stood there. Back firmly pressed against the wall, and arms comfortably crossed, laced atop her chest. A childish gleam radiated from her. Gentle and soothing. But Cameron knew better. He knew the treason that awaited a false sense of security. He wasn't about to relinquish anything.[&]


[C]ameron [W]olves: "Look. Benny, baby, dollface! There is just no amount of effort you can put in that will be sufficient. A higher power is at work here. My victory is out of you, and your backups hands. And no, I'm not spewing some Jesus bullshit. Besides, lets look at the big picture, shall we? Your nothing but a stepping stone. Ouu! I hope that doesn't insult you any. Because, well... it's a rather tremendous insult, I must say.Your pretentious little self is a rung in the ladder that will help me scale the summit of becoming the North American champion. Evan Envi is my target, and your half-famous ass is going to be a substantial propel to attain such. It's real nice of you to help. But now your going to have to shut your mouth, and start at the bottom. The Grand Messiah is ascending his throne. And I'll accept nothing short of you groveling at my feet!"


[&]Clicking the remote in his pocket, the scene fades black.[&]

-- the following roleplay was an, Odd Cloud Production .

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