Post by Kevin Dahlia on Feb 4, 2013 0:59:02 GMT -4
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M E L T D O W N
Dahlia, Steel & McDonald V. Peace, Phenoix & Eiyu
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How primitive are we still?
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"Holomovement" - The Contortionist
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[K][/b]evin [D][/b]ahlia: "...Okay, okay. So run this by me one more time?"
»» |Distance excitedly clamors on the melodic note of the conversational lapse. The silence basked, like a blooming flower, awaiting its chance to blossom and flourish in the gaze of the glistening sun. Dahlia sat precariously perched on a reclining chair. A singular hand clutched the arm of the chair. Clutched it with an over extortion of strength. Kevin's face flushed a scarlet hue. Not akin to embarrassment, but with more correlation to livid-spite. The quaint silence fled, as a hollowly deep voice spurred something in retort to his inquiry.| ««
[C][/color]hase [W][/color]ashington: "-sigh- Look, I know we don't "know" eachother, but; you and Wolves trained together with Kyle Deathlocke. Two of the only. I know you both have a similar skill set and level of talent."
[K][/color]evin [D][/color]ahlia: "Yea', but why should I let YOU manage me? No offense, but I don't see, Cameron kickin' around APW anymore."
[C][/color]hase [W][/color]ashington: "Yes, Kevin. But that is exactly why I'm here. He and I were tight. Great friends even! That's why it killed me to watch him spin out of control. I don't think he was... all there. Ya' know? I haven't even heard from him since he got fired. You two are kind of alike. I'm just trying to be a nice guy and help you out. I know you've got skill. Atleast more than you showed at Survive & Conquer."
[K][/color]evin [D][/color]ahlia: "..."
»» |Instantaneously, Kevin is engulfed in a protruding silence. He goes vocally inaudible. A certain air of disdain and regret lingered over him for his showing in that bout. His return to wrestling was dismissed more than abruptly. Squashed like a squash on a Canadian thanksgiving.
Chase takes full realization and comprehension towards Kevin’s reaction. A devious simper coils upon his cold lips. A sinister intention lingers inside him, ever growing. Though appearing warm hearted, a certain heir of negativity and evil purpose boils within the confines of his mind and body alike. Upon seeing Kevin’s weakness, he pounces, like a lion on physically damaged gazelle.| ««
[C][/color]hase [W][/color]ashington: "Exactly how long did you last at Survive and Conquer? Four… five seconds?”
»» |Kevin disdainfully exhaled a small portion of breath, as if it could alleviate the distraught tension and anger that was presently composing itself inside of him. Manifesting and desperately searching for articulation. It was an all consuming urge to scream "Fuck you!" to, Chase. But Kevin was more intellectually inclined than such. He prided himself on his ability to carry an heir of sophistication and suave-esque mannerisms. Chase knew this. And Chase wouldn’t allow such. Without even allowing Kevin to proceed with his statement, he jumps in again.| ««
[K][/color]evin [D][/color]ahlia: "I know, I-"
[C][/color]hase [W][/color]ashington: "Well, that’s just an estimated calculation. Who eliminated you? Uhm…"
[K][/color]evin [D][/color]ahlia: "It was-"
[C][/color]hase [W][/color]hasington: "Did they even make it to the top ten? No no. I think they got eliminated by another no-name. In fac-"
[K][/color]evin [D][/color]ahlia: "Holy Fuck! What’s your point? You think I suck? I get it! "
»» |Regardless of intention, a spur of distaste angrily spirals from Kevins lips. Intended to be inaudible to the conversing, Kevin spews a parade of cuss words, concealed beneath his breath. His lividness broiled. Chaotic like a cluster of atoms. With his free hand, he relinquishes clutch of the chair, and dives to the depths of his charcoal black skinny-jeans pocket. His hand fiddles with a singular piece of miscellaneous paper.| ««
[C][/color]hase [W][/color]hashington: "Heeey, don't even sweat it. You're a smart guy, Kev. Besides, if I thought you weren’t any good. Or that you “sucked”, I wouldn’t be here. All I’m saying is, you need some help. You’re a nice kid. And that’s going to be your downfall. You need to get mean. You need to be THAT jackass that everyone loves to hate. See what I did? I turned you livid, just like THAT. If you could do that to your opponents… *heh*, just imagine how much easier it would be to win? I taught Cameron these tricks, and up until his mental unraveling, it worked very well for him. I’m just here to extend the offer to you man."
»» |Contrasting with Kevins own current emotional balance, Cameron’s verbalization, in a manner with exponential correlation to that of megalomania, beard logicality. This, in and of itself, sent Kevin into a more far more substantially pessimistic mood. Without bidding adieu, or even contributing a single piece more to the conversation, Kevin abruptly ascends the confines of chair. He silently promenades towards the door. His hand grasp’ the doorknob.| ««
[C][/color]hase [W][/color]hasington: "Aha, you’re just gonna leave? Aiight bro. Whatever."
[K][/color]evin [D][/color]ahlia: "Call me in a few hours. We’ll meet up for our first promo for Meltdown at my apartment."
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"I sat alone in an empty room, waiting for words to come out of my head. Not making any sense..."
[/i][/b]»» |Elegantly imposed, a bursting array of light penetrates the solemnly dreary and blank canvas of an apartment wall. Kevin, balanced atop a diminutively sized ladder, is fidgeting with the lighting fixture in a predominantly hollow and desolate room. In the background, music is reverberating. Denouncing the presence of any negativity for the homeowner.| ««
"...I can't wait to understand the reason. I can't wait to translate any meaning this time. It's not worth it try. Get out(!)..."
[/b]»» |Kevin mindlessly echoes the lyrical content of the song without a delay of latency. Focus becoming an overwhelming burden. Having neatly asserted his dominance over his lights, like a master to their deminions, Kevin briskly hops down. Hastily grabbing hold of a sheet of paper. Hand written, from top to bottom. The confines of the page chaotic. Quickly checking the confines of the sheet, he multitask'. Aligning the symmetry of the camera to wall. Making sure to balance his lighting placement as well.| ««
"Get ouuuuut... GET OUT!"
[/i][/right]»» |An instantaneous "bing" makes itself abundantly recognized. Kevin stride fully stands before his own videocamera, capturing him in high definition within the vicinity of his own living quarters. Once more, he hastily scans the handwritten page. A momentary lapse occurs before he leisurely glances upwards at the camera. He stares directly at it like a deer caught within the headlights on an oncoming vehicle. Suddenly, a smile of arrogance slithers atop his lips. Just out of view of the camera, Chase Washington stands with a gallantly egotistical smeer on his face. Kevin begins to verbalize.| ««
[K][/color]evin [D][/color]ahlia: "In nature, predators usually go after the weakest of the prey — the oldest or youngest, the injured or ill. It makes sense; these animals are easier to catch, even if they're not always the meatiest.
We humans are different. We're often out to prove something, and so, with our fancy hunting or fishing gear, we go after the biggest and strongest animals — the trophy bucks with bigger horns, the bears with the best coats, or the biggest salmon or halibut.
In the natural order, the predator-prey relationship can ensure that wildlife populations stay strong, as the weakest animals get culled while the strongest and healthiest survive."
»» |To a diminutive few, the words would ring with an echo of familiarity. Quoting, David Suzuki, from his article, "Hunting In Parks Is at Odd's with Conservation" from a few years prior (2009). All the while, he threw a minor few glances towards that sheet once more. His egotistically derived smeer of a smirk, sat silent during the proceedings of the reading. Now, it made itself present once more. And with it, Kevin would abruptly crumble the sheet of paper, tossing it beyond the confines of the cameras vision.| ««
[K][/color]evin [D][/color]ahlia: "David Suzuki quote. Cliche, I know. But hey, I had to do something to keep up with the stale and stagnant remarks the other contestants of my match put forward. The only real difference here is that mine had some underlining, symbolic relation to the contest. And badda boom, badda bing; what do you know, but suddenly I'm the most relevant competitor."
»» |A far less than modest chuckle formulates and expresses itself. Kevin gleefully charming, in the most arrogant of manners. Megalomania already overcoming his ability to create speech. His cockyness seemingly trickling from his mouth, like saliva from a starving dog.| ««
[K][/color]evin [D][/color]ahlia: "Well jeez. Where are my manners? Allow me to introduce myself. I am, Kevin Dahlia. I'd be overjoyed to say that I'm focused and radiating with an over-abundance of glorious totality. But... that'd be a bit of a damn lie. You see, I'm a rather intellectualized person, and I'd be a damn fool to deny the doubt that lingers on my back. I fully comprehend the magnitude of the opposition in this bout.
I wont fabricate some hyperbole-esque fib though. I have only technically competed in the ring once. Televisied that is. Now yes, it's true that I obtained a wrestling championship in a rather larger independent company, but that was two years ago. Didn't catch that? Let me reederate... T w o . Y e a r s . So who in the hell am I compared to Warren Peace, Cid Pheonix.. or, um... that unknown Asian gu-"
»» |Mid speech, Chase wipes his hand across his throat. A sign signaling Kevin to immediately decease his verbalization. Chase shakes his head at the borderline racial remark, as he begins to walk into view.| ««
[C][/color]hase [W][/color]ashington: "Jesus Kevin… -sigh-"
[K][/color]evin [D][/color]ahlia: "What did I say?”
[C][/color]hase [W][/color]ashington: "Allow ME to introduce myself. Or hey, maybe you remember me? The names Chase Washington, the official manager of the hyped, mysterious, and extremely talented newcomer, Kevin Dahlia…"
[K][/color]evin [D][/color]ahlia: "…Ohhh stop it.”
[C][/color]hase [W][/color]ashington: "…Perhaps you remember me? Maybe not. Think back to Cameron Wolves. Pre going off the deep end. That man was climbing the ranks, like an exponentially charged rocket, ascending to the stars above. And who do you think put him in that situation? Mhmm. THAT was me kiddies. Of course, a blatant amount of talent is needed to succeed to such ranks. And suppose I managed to find something akin to that. Perhaps better. The next Jason Kash, Kurt Nobel, Anthony Bailey. I mean, lets not get ahead of ourselves. My client, Mr.Dahlia did fall victim to a nobody at the Survive & Conquer challenge, but now with my assistance, I feel as though he will rise once more… keep in mind, he can keep the racial remarks to a minimum."
[K][/color]evin [D][/color]ahlia: "My bad. But hey, Eiyu is nothing more than an absurdly distant wildcard. No one seems to know anything about this gentlemen. Not even his teammates. After all, both Cid and Warren directly made statements stating that they were unaware of anything about him. And that in and of itself will become a rather substantial hindrance. I either have to keep a razor sharp eye, constantly locked on him, or, I can shed not even a glance. He could be anywhere from a one to ten in talent. As a self-proclaimed ten myself, I wont find too much worry though.
Cid, on the otherhand seems a tad accomplished. He has shown an ounce of more than impressive skill already within the APW. A rather nice looking little track record. I’d have to be more than megalomanical to say he is a nobody in regards to my own law-defying talent… but, maybe I will. I mean, come on, what did the guy have to say about me? Nadda. Isn’t that a little peculiar? I give him props, and when I think back. When I retrace my mental progression, what do I recollect about my name, in correlation to what he says? N o t h i n g. Rather insulting if anything. But hey, I suppose that’s the name of the game. If you don’t have anything intellectualized to say, don’t say it, right? Ahaha.”
[C][/color]hase [W][/color]ashington: "Maybe me and Kev here are being a little too condescending, but… I think the only one of true concern is Warren. That’s not to say the others don’t have prior credentials, and couldn’t be very talented competitors, but in comparison to the team they are faced with; Kevin, Eric Steel, a returning veteran of the APW, and an quickly ascending star in his own right, Evan McDonald, well… the fear is easily put aside."
[K][/color]evin [D][/color]ahlia: "Warren Peace is easily the most decorated opposition I’m faced with. An impressive showing, and a bit of a streak. A great win at Survive & Conquer, and a head of momentum sauntering into this Meltdown. But lets get it clear. I am the NEXT star of this company. My time on Meltdown will be short, but I promise, more than awe-inspiring. Oh yes oh yes indeed. Between me and Chase alone, my team has nothing to fear. But with the prowes of a rising star, and a veteran? Aha… well. I suggest everyone pay close attention to this match, and watch me win. That’s right brahskis. Me. Not my team. I’ll carry the perceived better teammates and competitors, and maybe then everyone will have a little bit more to say about me. Because APW is gonna be all about that KD. Peace!”
»» |Chases earlier tips of getting into the heads of the opposition, via egotism, seem more than blatant in Kevin's verbaliztion. Upon the end of his speech pattern, he relinquishes a quick, but noted wink towards the camera. Chase himself pats Kevin on the back as he can be seen exiting view of the camera, as the all consuming bleak darkness slowly overcomes the camera itself.| ««
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-- the following roleplay was a, #SmokingTheClouds Production .
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[/b] 2,445 RP#[/b] 1 Vs Survive & Conquer Notes My first match back, and first with this particular character. And wow, this is going to be a challenge. Best luck to everyone!.[/center][/blockquote][/SIZE]
