Post by Kevin Dahlia on Mar 3, 2013 11:21:03 GMT -4
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M E L T D O W N
Kevin Dahlia V. The Guv'Nor
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Besieged by falling dreams
Hold them tightly
Adorn my wings to thee, and use them nightly
I'm neither angel nor a demon spawn
Though some will call me god
Gravity is just a law I've wrought
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"Icarus Lives!" - Periphery
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Intrepid Little Footsteps - I Am Walking Not Unlike the Dead
"Salvation is upon us, I promise! This is a terrible storm, I know... but we can't let it stop us. We may be the last chance for all of humanity. We need to pull together, 'love thy neighbor' just as ourselves, and bring back society!"
His words resounded with a confidence, and presided with a humble intent. Sincerity lay in what he spoke. But he spoke it with a glorious determination. And the people... they loved him; like a crackhead loves the rock. That's what it had become. His speeches and motivating sentiments were crack to the desperate addicts who found a safe haven within the confines of Woodburys walls.
I, of course, wasn't besieged by this act he flaunted. He did flaunt it characteristically, and convincingly, I must admit; but I wouldn't fall for it so easily. From the security and obscurity of the trees and woods, just behind the hazardously composed walls around the city, I decidedly hid and lingered. Throw the keen sight of binoculars, I would watch the grand congregation praise the Guvnor. He lead the helpless masses like a Shepard flocking sheep. Like a lighthouse guiding a ship through the density of blinding fogs. He did good. But then again, Donnie Snook was a good Political councilor whom aided his city exponentially well, up until he was discovered as a pedophile, conducting an orchestration and partaking in home-made-movies with unwilling participants. I don't want to draw a correlation between The Guvnor and mister Snook, but...
"Those monsters out there... they have torn down, destroyed and stolen everything from us already. Our lives, our love, and for some, our sanity. Taken, without enough of a fight. People, we've lost so much already - we can't lose ourselves in this."
I hated this man, though I've only recently come into contact with him, on very obscene and estranged terms. I escaped the hidden-vice and clutch of his community, who unknowingly participated in his collation for... well, it sounds really contrived, but "evil" intentions. That's honestly the best way too sum it up. I'd be damned it this Guv'Nor character hadn't been a politician of some sort before the infection spread so mercilessly.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we are the last chance our world has. And I fully believe that. If the horrible tragedy that those lunatics struck upon us is a sign of anything, it's that we can't lose one another."
Me and my fellow survivors, a small group barely exceeding nine, old and children included, were the lunatics he so condescendingly and hatefully spoke of. What we did was terrible, but those blinded, innocent people didn't see the real governor. A cruel and deceitful tyrant, running ever so rampant. My friends, two of them, went out in search of food and supplies. Nothing more, nothing less. And what happens? This Guv'Nor and his henchmen seize them, and get more than too close to executing them. He had these people believe that he was some kind of Jesus. Resurrection for the purpose of bringing salvation. But I saw through it all. He was conjuring an army. Maybe brainwashing is a better word for it actually.
"But we all know that it's easier said than done... that much is obvious now."
I really can't help but smile at that retort, as it was so blatantly regarded towards myself. Me and my camp infiltrated this... "asylum", and rescued those who had been taken from us so abruptly. Without a doubt, this entry was met with a barrage of gunfire. You can't just take this course of action without such exponential consequences these days. Though it wasn't me who did it, a newer individual whom we've come into contact with was able to severely injure the Guv'Nors eye, though 'defeat him', I would say still goes unaccomplished.
As his words subtle stutter and trail off into territory of the inaudible, his hand begins to favor over his eye, to the left side. It is shielded with an eye-patch, quickly sewn up afterwards, undoubtedly. He pauses for an interval or so. I can't help but intently stare forward, barely noticing that I myself have begun to subtlety advance unto the walls. My mind is manifested, plague ridden. His devious charismatic charm is captivating - but I know what he is. What he is doing. He wont fool may. Most foul charms. And then, he removes the eye patch. It's hideous and disgusting. Blackened, swollen, pulsing and... disgusting. With no actual medical equipment at disposal, the results are absurd.
"But even now!; the greatest threat to us isn't these flesh devouring demons. No! It's other humans. They took my eye, and by God, I swear it - and eye for an eye. We have yet to be stopped by anyone, and I plan on ke-...
-... Well well, looky who we have here then?"
I wasn't thinking clearly by any means. I had obscured the desolate safety of hidden perch, and mesmerizingly sauntered into the vicinity. From behind the Guv'Nor, and the townspeople, I demonically strode. Great intent captivating and swelling within. In almost an instant, the inhabitants of the town, those poor brainwashed individuals, pulled guns on me. Trigger finger itching.
"I know all about you.. aha. I'm here to liberate this poor people, and put a bullet straight through your skull cap, you sonuuvabitch. Im here to save these people!"
Did I sound like a lack of sanity was bestowed upon myself? It seemed to resound in such a manner when I articulated. But then again, point a gun at any man, and see how sane he sounds. The Guv'Nor had no look painted upon the canvas of his face. Rather, a leisurely deployed exhale, before looking me dead in the eye.
"...Fire"
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To Whom the Lines Are Spoken
[K][/b]evin [D][/b]ahlia: "I'm a tad betwixed. How coincidental, that a week after conducting a promo, overblown with a swelling urgency to watch The Walking Dead's newest episode; I am faced with an individual known simply as the "Guv'nor". HarHarHar. The Meltdown staff is filled with comedians. I applaud there subtle humor employed by these individuals, for it makes me look at the forthcoming bout in a more introspective, and comparing manner. For instance, the Guv'Nor is a rather ludicrous and despicable individual, two-faces as can be - but nonetheless, our APW faithful see nothing of negativity stirring within him. In fact, they... you all, better put; fucking love this moron. And in that same vein, along the same tracks to this train of thought, you all seem to HATE pretty little me. That's to say, I'm Rick. The protagonist, hero of our charming little tale."
»» |With cameras a-rollin' already, a bursting array of gratifying light peeks through the obscuring cracks of bleak darkness. Backstage to the APW arena, assumed to be a House-Show location, Dahlia stands before a camera. A much thiner and more slender man, dressed within the comforting confines of an expensive suit, holds a microphone beneath his face, so to allow audibility to his words. The vicinity reigns is blinding darkness, with two-three theatrical theater stage lights protruding light upon the two. Upon his utterances, the other individual, whom of which is not Chase - rather he stands off to the side, beyond the reach of the cameras sight - but an interviewer, so can be the assumption.| ««
»» |Dahlia exhales with what sounds to be an exponential weight, buried upon the confines of his chest. He looks to the ground and sways his head back in forth in disapproval, before re-ascending his stare and proceeding further.| ««
[K][/b]evin [D][/b]ahlia: "Do you NOT watch television?"
»» |A newer interviewer, not actually contracted with APW is the individual whom is interviewing Dahlia. Being the immature prankster that he is - he and Chase set out a preposterously fake ad, looking for an interviewer, claiming that if it went well, they'd be hired by APW's Meltdown staff. Just another unrequired fiasco he conjured up for the staff to clean up. The man seems a tad nervous.| ««
»» |Simon looks towards the camera, in an unintentionally comedic manner. His thumb ascends rather abruptly. Kevin and Chase consequently lay their face unto their palms, with a resounding SMACK echoing from it. Kevin shakes his head, and pushes Simon back a tad, though he remains slightly in frame of the camera.| ««
[K][/b]evin [D][/b]ahlia: "I'm the hero. And for the life of me, I can't truly comprehend why no one concurs with such. I walk to that ring, and am piled beneath a mountain of booing and negative cooing. Its truly disheartening. Really, it is. I don't understand what you assclowns hate about me. I'm a purist, and I'm saving this bloody industry, with no help from fucking hacks akin to Cid Phoenix, Evan McDonald & Warren Peace. What a sad sad Meltdown we currently live within.
Am I the only one who recalls the days of Meltdowns glory period, only months before? Evan Envi, Michael Lively and the like? Ah, glory to proudly reside in. But please, ye' ol' Meltdown faithful, don't turn your back on this product, like I personally wish I could. For you see, within this swelling sea of disaster, a shining beacon emerges. Annnnd, I'm fairly certain we know who that is. Ahaha. I'm well aware that only a singular manner for salvation can be brought upon Meltdown, and that is to acquire that North American championship belt. And how I do yearn for it. I'd like to just apologise to all the intellectuals and sophisticates who view the program, awaiting my time. I can't help if I consistently eradicate all before me, and am still not given the shot. Perhaps, with a victory over the, somehow, undefeated "Guv'Nor", and with Rasselmania looming, this chance may still be bestowed upon me..."
[K][/b]evin [D][/b]ahlia: "Wow, you little fuckin' dweeb. I was kinda' building some momentum towards the Guv'Nor beca- whatever. Look. I'm not thrilled about that particular match-up. It's designed for Meltdown participants to be given an absurd shot upwards in APW. But then they allow individuals akin to Level-One & Johnny Rebel to participate? Ahaha, what a load of bollocks."
[K][/b]evin [D][/b]ahlia: "The only means in which I would enter this match balance on me not being given the opportunity I outright deserve... I deserve it a hell of a lot more than Mister Peace does, considering I've already bested him. That is to say, a shot at the North American championship."
[K][/b]evin [D][/b]ahlia: "Look, Simon. It's like I already fuckin' said. Meltdown is broken. And I'm a hero. I am more than willing to give up a shot at the World or Undisputed belt, to reign as first REAL North American champion, since Evan Envi."
[K][/b]evin [D][/b]ahlia: "Get the hell out of here. This isn't even a real audition you knob...
Guv'Nor. Captain, do you read me? Aha. Allow me to formally introduce myself to you sir. I am Dahlia, a cancerous individual who has infected the APW, in a bizarre, and medically-inaccurate-metaphor-to save you all. See, I have troubles lying, so when I say I am more than impressed with your streak, I whole-heartedly mean that. However, my admiration for your pretentious, simian-esque being halts there. You're a bit of a threat to me. That's not to say I fear being defeated by you, because honestly, I don't, as generic as that may sound. It's just rather - a substantially quantified amount of hype lingers on the tip of your name presently. The staff love the fuck out of you for whatever reason. And you go undefeated, squashing nobodies, after nobodies, after nobodies.
People are looking at this match all wrong. All wrong indeed. The online forums are a buzz. "KevKev's first real test!" yadda yadda. What these efedding, wrestling obsessed virgin, douchebags are underestimating is the fact that it's not my first real test... it's yours. Unstopable victory is impressive, especially when you seem to be impervious to defeat... but you have by no means moved any mountains yet. And somehow, you're regarded as one. That's why I'm so ecstatic about this vict-match.
I said two weeks ago, when I faced Cid, that he would be a stepping stone to cascade across the river of Meltdown, leading me to bigger fish in this same little sea. And here we are. While defeating Cid not once, or twice, but three times, doesn't upholding anything more impressive than when Punk did it to Shannon Moore - and yes, I am comparing myself to him - defeating a pseudo-star alike yourself will be just the right boost to propel my charmingly charismatic self unto that of the major stage lights.
I do hope everyone at home pays close, CLOSE attention to this encounter. Because I'm going to show you fucking retards how to move a mountain."
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-- the following roleplay was a, #SmokingTheClouds Production .
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[/b] 2,853 RP#[/b] 4 Vs The Guv'nor Notes Now shall be a challenge. I've always considered Jules to be one of my writing influences in regards to efedding, so I'm honoured to face his "unstoppable" character. BEST of luck to him. I'm looking forward to an insane match.[/center][/blockquote][/SIZE]
