Shilo Valiant vs. A Strange opponent

[Kassie Khane]

Shilo Valiant vs. A Strange opponent

Deadline: Noon EST Tuesday, October 27, 2009
RP Limit: 3 RP per person, 4 RP per team.

~~Good Luck Everyone! ~~

[Shilo Valiant]

OOC: I am sorry for the short rp. I just have had alot of tests to write at school. Sorry for the last minute post. Hope you all enjoy.


NECROPHOBIA


Next Match: Vs. A Strange Opponent
Record: 1-1-1



Once more, we are brought to the world of Shilo Valiant, that is to say that we enter his underworld of a home. With the Kings of Shadows currently out in the night to seek items of interest/perform their selected jobs, the majority of the world is empty and silent, the occasional rat being the exception as they scurry from one home to the other, much like those living in Shilo's world. Strange as it is, Shilo is not among those in the outside world. Normally, our Necro-Merchant would be living up to his moniker and selling the powerful drug to those on the street. However, as he places his cold hand on his boiling forehead, he does his best to hold back a painful cough.

--Shilo--
Damn, flu...


Indeed, upon further inspection, we see Shilo shivering under a thick blanket as he sits in his seat. His hands shake once in a while as the cold flashes rack his body. Marina had been by his side often, but was now out performing her duties to the Kings of Shadows, as well as holding up Shilo's work load. It was enough for young Valiant to attempt some sleep to better past the time. Unfortunately, Shilo rested between the state of restless and the lacking desire to achieve anything.

--Shilo--
And Breakdown is tomorrow...


He groaned with mild annoyance. He was suppose to face an unknown fighter. Sorry...a "strange opponent". It would have been a concept that eluded Shilo for days, but right under the list was someone fighting a "mystery opponent". Why the change in words? Was it some kind of bad attempt at variety? Or was it in the name? Well, as Shilo perked himself into a sitting position on the bed, his only apparel being a bare of black track-pants, it wasn't exactly hard to deduce who would use a gimmick like that.

--Shilo--
Strange opponent. Anyone in SCW named Strange? Using the name as a pun?


He already knew the answer, but he was far too drained and tired to care.


--Shilo--
Odds are, SCW isn't very smart in terms of subtlety. So I want to dispose of the pretenses. Stephan Strange. I know it's you. I mean, it's not like it isn't obvious at this point that you're my opponent for SCW. The guys at the head promoting office must be as sick as I feel. They listed our matches, yours with me, and the mystery opponent one back to back, as if to say "Look! We're being subtle!". Unfortunately, it only shows their lack of creativity. Much like you I would think? Now, you must forgive me that I don't give you the routine I gave my other opponents, where I expose their weaknesses with Necro. Right now, I need to drink my orange juice.


Reaching over to his side, Shilo grabs a small porcelain cup, or at least it looks porcelain, and gulps the whole contents down his throat, the orange juice irritating his throat with its citric acid. Wiping his mouth clean, Shilo slowly takes a deep breath before continuing.

--Shilo--
Anyway, I can still ask you something, Strange. Why the anonymity? What have you got to hide when attaching yourself in a match against me? If anything, it should be the other way around, as you have been here before me and I'm the new comer. I mean, weren't you just placed in some kind of PPV match a few weeks ago while I fought the last Breakdown? I'm just confused at this point because hiding your presence is something new comers like me would do, not seasoned wrestlers.

if I am right, you claim to be the prodigal son/chosen one of the returned Jason Wheeler, or were until he returned. So I ask again, with such a resume, why hide? Can you not attach your name to mine in a match? Can you not say to your friends, "I got Shilo Valiant at next Breakdown"? Can you not tell your grandkids how one day you "Had to fight the Necro-Merchant"? Why do you hide, Strange? Why do you hide?

You see, at this point, it doesn't matter whether you are Strange or not. Anonymity is your weakness. Hiding in the shadows until the moment comes for your reveal and thus your push into instant starlight. The problem is you choose the wrong person to do so. I mean, look at me, I'm a rookie. Some guy that just signed on by mistake with SCW. You take me on, you beat me up with whatever parlor trick you have and then what? You beat a newbie, if that is even a word nowadays. You really gain nothing, my friend. So let us remove the pretenses and just be forward with who we are. For the sake of saving face, I will remain in the belief that my opponent is Stephan Strange.


Clutching the blanket tighter around him, Shilo lets out a cough that had been brewing in his system for too long. It hurts and leaves him further tired and drained. The last speel had taken alot out of him.


--Shilo--
Strange, a win for you may get me some attention. We both know I am still new to this world and just recently been placed on television. A win for you...just pushes you...nowhere. So in the end, the only person who has anything to gain from this match is me. I mean, you've fought the heavyweight champions of the world, haven't you? I...have a win over a former general slash reformed calvin kline model. Which one of us is more qualified, would you say? Don't believe that I expect to walk away from this in tact, because I am rather certain that whatever person you're feuding with will distract you or enrage you enough to make an example out of me. Still...one can hope.

Leaning towards the camera, Shilo takes one deep breath.

--Shilo--
Just don't take me likely, Strange. Such a mistake will make you crave your own brand of euphoria...and may cost you alot more than a loss will cost me. Because maybe...just maybe...if the stars are aligned, and the gods have their way...you will find yourself walking a lonely path on the Boulevard of broken Dreams.... See ya at Breakdown...


The End

This post has been edited by Shilo Valiant on Oct 27 2009, 10:59 AM

[Faust]

OOC: I know I am on the wrong account. I know it is late. Like I said in my Wheeler rp, I had 3 midterms this week AND a paper due. There was just no time over the last two weeks to write rps. Next week will be much better since that is all out of the way. Expect a lot more from both characters next show.

Another note: This explains what Wheeler was talking about in his last rp, so if you are confused, this is what he refers to.












Several Hours before The Chamber

‘What do you mean you are forbidding me to compete tonight! This is the most important match of my career!’

Stephen Strange stood there, his eyes about the size of frying pans at the man in the suit. He held a piece of paper that was legal demand. It basically was the biggest fuck you in the history of SCW’s roster.

The man adjusted his glasses before speaking. To Strange, this guy was the biggest personification of a worm that he had ever seen.

‘Since you have refused to co-operate in any of our more than generous offers regarding your blatant infringement of copyrighted material, we hereby order you to cease all use of the name Stephen Strange or you will be subjected to a criminal find and jail time. As of right now, it is illegal for you to associate yourself as Stephen Strange.’

‘But that’s my name you stupid fuck! I have shown you my birth certificate, driver’s license, passport… enough paperwork to fill a book! You don’t own MY name. You own a comic book character, and your idea of ‘generous offers’ was for me to DRESS like Dr. Strange and go around chanting spells at my opponents. This isn’t the 1980s! Those tricks don’t work anymore in wrestling. Name and forbidden to wrestle or appear on TV under the moniker, Sorcerer Supreme. Doing so will bring immediate legal action.’

Stephen wanted to reach out and break the bastard’s neck. Had it not been for Claire, then Strange would have probably done it. Sadly, and most regrettably, it would have meant more trouble for the Full Metal Maverick. The little weasel left without another word, Claire never taking her hand off her lover’s arm until he was gone. Then she stopped being so silent.

‘It would not have done you any good whatsoever if you were going to pull shit like that, Stephen.’

Stephen ignored her. He needed to figure something out. This match was huge, and unless he came up with something fast, he was going to get into more trouble one way or another. He couldn’t just not show up, because there went any chance for him to achieve anything in SCW again. The boss did not like dealing with no shows…

Maybe if he came up with a new name or gimmick. No… that wouldn’t work either. There was no need for it in the eyes of those in charge. It would work after the Chamber though. If he could come up with a way to miss the Chamber, he could foster that reason into a change in persona which would then get the Marvel Comics lawyers off his back.

‘Fucking Mickey Mouse and his damn looney toon lawyers. They make this so damn difficult.’

As he spoke, he looked for his cell phone. He needed to call CHBK and explain the situation. It was no where to be found. Just another obstacle in the never ending cycle. Jake Starr and Thorn probably never had to deal with this sort of shit. This was ridiculous.

That’s when Jason Wheeler stepped into the room. Strange didn’t see him at first, but Claire did and welcomed him civilly. The two were not friends or anything, but Strange knew well enough to keep out of Wheeler’s way most of the time. It usually worked, and when it didn’t, Strange was quick to feel a kick or spear aimed his way.

‘What is it, Wheels?’

Jason shrugged, pointing the piece of legal paper that lay on the table near Strange.

‘I heard some screaming and I came in to check out. What’s going on, Stephen?’

‘Nothing… You should be getting ready for your triple threat match.’

‘I am as ready as I will ever be. Still hate the fact that it’s not a single match one on one, but what you going to do. The way things are are the way things are.’

‘Yeah, well the way things are stink. They way things are, it doesn’t matter what name you have. As long as some blood thirsty corporation has it, those fat cats will do whatever it takes to rob you of it.’

‘So I take it that that little worm with the thick glasses was representing Marvel again.’

‘Yeah and they are telling me I’m going to get sued or worse, thrown in jail if I so much as take one step out to the ring as Stephen Strange.’

‘Bummer.’

‘You’re telling me, mate. I figured that my only option is to drop out or to change my name.’

Claire still kept quiet. She didn’t really talk to people other than Stephen. Still, that look in her eye showed her agreement with what had to be done.

‘Look, it’s not my concern one way or another. I have no allegiance to you, and it doesn’t really matter if we are cousins. As you have seen, I have problems with my own blood relatives.’

That was an over simplification, but Strange did not say anything. Wheeler looked like he was still talking.

‘However, a name change wouldn’t work at the pay per view. You will need to do it afterwards in order for it to not raise suspicion.’

Just as Strange had figured. That just left one massive problem.

‘Ok… so what do I do about the chamber?’

Wheeler thought about that, and really thought from the looks of it. Neither of them quite figured it out, so it took Claire to straighten everything out.

‘Just have someone replace you, Stephen.’

Both men turned to her.

‘Hallelujah! She speaks! Stephen, I think you may have found the perfect woman. She’s beautiful, athletic, smart… and she doesn’t talk too much. And she is right too. You gotta get someone to replace you.’

Strange nodded, but he knew that wouldn’t be all that had to be done.

‘It’s not enough. I mean yes I need a replacement, but it has to look like someone beat the hell out of me.’

‘What? Why?!’ came the reply from both of them. Claire out of concern, Wheeler out of sheer confusion. The answer was simple enough

‘If I am beaten down, it would raise no suspicion as to why I wasn’t in the chamber, and I can come back on breakdown without any worry about someone raising an eyebrow as to why I look different.’

Wheeler let out a sigh, looking to the only door that served as both the entrance and the exit to the room.

‘Problem is that unless you trust that person not to really beat the crap out of you, you could get seriously hurt.’

‘That’s right… which is why you are going to have to do it.’

Now it was Wheeler’s time for his eyes to grow about the size of frying pans.

‘Hang on, whoa. I have no desire to be that kind of guy again. No way. I don’t want to be SCW Champion right now. I just got back in. This is honestly worst than being given a shot to be in the chamber in the first place. Sorry Stephan. I’m not the guy for this thing.’

‘Which is why it has to be you! I’ll do anything you want… wait hang on… let me rephrase… I will owe you one.’

Wheeler looked around, and then saw something that made his Cheshire smile emerge from a visage that was just then etched in panic.

‘Alright… but then I want that back.’

He pointed to the golden gauntlet that lay near Claire. The Hand of Midas. It wasn’t like Wheeler had to ask for it anyway. It rightfully belonged to him. Still… Strange nodded and handed the gauntlet back to its master.

‘Take care of it… and thanks. It got me out of quite a few jams.’

Wheeler smiled and put the Gauntlet on. This was gonna hurt. Still… all it would take were a few hits from that thing to get the desired effect.

‘Alright, Strange… stand perfectly still. If I hit you just right, I’ll only cut you, but it will look terrible. Much worse than it actually is.’

‘Where did you learn how to do that?’

‘An old man taught me many years ago…’

And then came the punch…
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Note: This is where I will stop the RP… Essentially I have just run out of time today. The rp was basically to explain why Strange was not in the Chamber. He is undergoing a dramatic change in appearance and will appear on Breakdown as a strange looking person with no name. I would have put this and a promo against Shilo right here, but there seems to be little point since I am way past deadline. Next show, I will go into a better explanation of what has occurred concerning the appearance change.



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