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Character Development Roleplays! ~ Justin Ryerson ~ LordZero ~ Kyokudo Ishiguri ~ "The Wolf" Lark Fenriz ================ JUSTIN RYERSON ================ [ Welcome. Newark, Delaware and since I'm too lazy to look up an actual hospital in it, let's just call it Newark General. Get it? Got it? Good. So, here we are in "Newark General" Hospital... [taps on computer screen] HEY YOU... I said PRETEND...got it? [coughs] so where were we? Ah yes. "Newark General" hospital and laying in one of those very comfortable hospital beds is Justin Ryerson. Ryerson has both of his arms tied up in front slings that hang down. He has is fed a bit of jello from a nurse as he is unable to do so himself, the nurse puts down the spoon, wipes his face with a napkin and walks out of the room. Ryerson kicks the bed in frustration and bites his bottom lip to ease his pain a little, how? I don't know. Just then a little girl walks into the room, the girl is someone we've seen before, it's one of those faces you sworn you've seen on a bus a day ago or on television. Oh well, she wears a white dress and carries a fruit basket that she lays down in a chair beside Ryerson. She looks up at Justin.] Girl: Hello Justin. JR: [With pain] Hello Angelica. Angelica: How are you feeling uncle Justin? JR: Like I just got ran over by a bus... Oh god.. [moving around in his bed looking for _THAT_ spot] What are you doing here cutie? Angelica: Uncle Justin, I was worried. I seen what Deathrow and Lark Fenriz did to you. I seen how they tried to rip out your arms uncle Justin and I came over as soon as I can, I brought a basket of fruits for you to enjoy. JR: Thanks sweetie. Angelica: Don't thank me uncle Justin, just take care of yourself. [Uncomfortable silence pause] [Ryerson forces a smile as he looks at Angelica but she just stares back.] JR: How's your father doing? Angelica: You know daddy uncle Justin, daddy is just fine. JR: Yeah, your father always handled himself well. He's done good for himself. Angelica: Yeah. JR: He been taking it easy? Angelica: Not really, he's been restless... JR: Well, is he back to work yet? Angelica: Soon... soon Uncle Justin, soon. JR: Well.... I guess that's good. [Angelica nods] Angelica: Uncle Justin... keep your heart and mind going in the right direction and you won't have to worry about your feet. JR: Who told you that cutie, that's really... it's really deep. Angelica: You don't have to worry about me Uncle Justin... don't worry about where I hear things, how I hear things... are even where I am. The truth be known, I'm ok and I will continue to be ok You get better Uncle Justin and you get retribution for what happened. I'll see you soon Uncle Justin... real soon. God Bless You. Good bye. [Angelica walks over and kisses her uncle on his side and walks out of the room.]. ========== LORDZERO ========== [The scene slowly fades in.] ???: You could have walked away, Mark Gray. [Newark, Delaware. The Bob Carpenter Center. Seated on the floor somewhere backstage is LordZero, still in his ring attire. A large bump is on his forehead, and a trickle of dried blood runs from the corner of his mouth, one that he licks before continuing on.] LZ: You were given the chance to leave my affairs alone, without consequence. You had an opportunity to continue your career knowing that I would _never_ cross your path again. You were handed something that no other man has _ever_ been given... my _mercy_. [LordZero looks down at the floor.] LZ: Instead of having a life without fear of the Nightmare King, instead of enjoying a career _knowing_ that the Dark Prince of Hardcore would never breathe down your neck, you made the decision to _once again_ stick your nose where it doesn't belong. [LordZero looks up, an evil smirk upon his face.] LZ: And in doing so, "White Tiger," you have begun digging your final resting place. [LordZero runs his thumb over the now moist blood, showing it to the camera.] LZ: Are you happy with your work, Mark? Are you content with the damage inflicted? Are you pleased with the crowd reaction? Are you under the impression that we're _even_? [LordZero shakes his head.] LZ: Not even _close_, bitch. You see, these wounds will heal... I've got a week off. You, however, have to live with the fact that I'll be watching _every_ move you make. I'll be lurking around every corner, hiding behind every door, waiting patiently for the right moment to lash out. [LordZero strikes the floor with his fist, landing with a loud noise.] LZ: But exactly when, Mark? That's only for this twisted mind to know. [His fist now bloody, LordZero smirks as he stares it at, in a zombie-like state.] LZ: And once your career comes to a bloody, life-threatening end... there's going to be nobody to place the blame on but you and your sad, pathetic self- respect. Welcome to my _nightmare_, Mark... it's about time for you to take a DESCENT... INTO DARKNESS. [With that, the shot fades to black... LordZero's psychotic laughter in the background.] ================== KYOKUDO ISHIGURI ================== "Murray, listen Murray, you've gotta get me in the rumble!" [Kyokudo Ishiguri, the Hardcore Hero, the Godzilla of New Blood, is yelling on his cell phone. Kyo is laying on a massage table, two pretty young ladies are working on his body. Hey, he's 400 lbs, it takes two woman. Thankfully a towel is covering the parts we do NOT want to see.] "I don't care if they call it a Battle Royale, Amish Round Robin, or even Cell from Hell. I want in damn it!" [Kyo is obviously upset that he hasn't been entered in upcoming Battle Royale. Is 'buddy' Ian Christoph, aka Deadpool, is.] "Yeah I know G-pop (aka Dallas Reed) is worried about my health, but he can't keep me out! What do you mean that it's closed? Give it to me straight Murray, how can I get in?" [Kyo helps himself to a plate of sushi as he listens. All of this side [.] is to give the impression that this is a two way conversation. Otherwise this promo would be really really short.] "OK, so the only way in is if I can get one of the others out. No no, I understand. If I was to physically beat one out then Dallas wouldn't let me in, gotta it. (mumbles "damn") Alright, what if I get someone to volunteer their spot? Yeah? Breach of contract huh, so they'd have to let me...cool. Alright Murray, gotcha." [Kyo hangs up, and rolls off the table. MASSIVE ASS SHOT!!!] "Deadpool your ASS is mine." ======================== "THE WOLF" LARK FENRIZ ======================== ONCE AGAIN DOMINATION IS PROVEN Upset is a word for the ignorant! PART ONE OF TWO -- "When Will They Learn? Part I" [Fade into the New Blood Wrestling ring. It is last week's "Bloodlust" right at the end of Deathrow verses "The Wolf" Lark Fenriz. Ryerson has already entered the ring, and been injured. Deathrow, as of right now, is trying to end it.] [But fails miserably.] TA: A LOW BLOW BY FENRIZ! THAT WAS ABOUT AS BLATANT AS YOU CAN GET! FENRIZ HOOKING THE ARMS AND WAIST OF THE BIG MAN! CR: NO WAY! THERE IS NO WAY -- <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> *** KAAAAAA-BBBOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM!!!!! *** [SHOCKED FINISHER POP!!!] TA: MY GOD, HE _HIT_ IT!!! FENRIZ HIT THE SAMMAEL ON THE 350-POUNDER!!! DEATHROW IS OUT!!! THE REFEREE IS COMING TO!!! FENRIZ COVERS!!! CAN HE DO IT?!? 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . . 2.5 . . . . . . . . . . . 3!!! *** DING DING DING *** CR: HOW ABOUT _THAT_?!? SH: HERE IS YOUR WINNER... __ " T H E W O L F " ___ . . . L A R K . . . ___ F E N R I Z ___ ! ! ! [The camera freezes on Deathrow laying out cold in the ring, motionless. All crowd noise is removed. Everything except for Deathrow, laying out cold, in the ring, motionless.] [A voice in the background speaks.] VOICE: With just one battle, truth springs to life! In a kingdom of beasts, only one is fit to rule. only The Wolf processes the talent, the drive, and the strength to render even the most dangerous, the most vile, the most despicable helpless. It started with Oeste. It now continues with Justin, and Deathrow. With one injured, and one defeated, how can these two mortals stop such a beast? [Pause.] Hail The Wolf, the new ruler of New Blood. Hail The Wolf, the tamer of beasts. Hail The Wolf, and may his reign be long and prosperous. [The still shot disappears.] PART TWO OF TWO -- "When Will They Learn? Part II" [He stands in front of the camera, his monstrous bulk virtually filling up the entire screen. His arms are crossed over his chest, his mighty biceps glowing angelically in the dancing light from the candle that rests on the small stand off to Lark's left. The room seems endless with no walls in sight, the light from the candle eventually just fades off into nothing but darkness. Lark stands there, a sneer on his pale white face, staring very sternly at the camera.] LARK FENRIZ: What is so wrong with making things personal, Mr. Deathrow? The way I see it, Mr. Deathrow, making things personal is the only way to truly see who is the better man! If you hate me with all your might, then you will surely do whatever you can to destroy me. You rely on the most dirtiest tactics if need be to destroy me. You will kill me even if it means killing yourself. Such passion is what I look for, Mr. Deathrow. Such passion is what I crave because if I fight a man lacking such passion, then there is no challenge in it for me! [Lark is wearing a plain black T-shirt, carefully tucked into his black slacks. His M-16 shell belt hanging loosely on his hips, and his pentagram necklace dangling around his neck complete Lark's attire for today, along with his prized combat boots.] LARK FENRIZ: I beat you once, Mr. Deathrow, but I doubt the fires where burning as bright as they are now. I believe that by lifting your massive frame high into the air, and bringing it crashing back to the mat that I have somehow awoken the true demon within your body, a demon that might actually have the power and drive to defeat the mightiest of all New Blood beasts--myself! Besides, Mr. Deathrow, if you fail to hate me more than that runt Mr. Ryerson, what purpose do I really serve? A man like that must _NOT_ be more of a concern for you than myself! I just will not allow it! That is why I helped you Mr. Deathrow! That is why I helped pull those puny shoulders out of their even weaker sockets! Now you can focus on a man that can and will destroy you if you are not careful. [The camera zooms in on Lark's upper body. He lowers his shaved head, and takes a deep breathe. As he breathes out, he seems to be... growling.] LARK FENRIZ: Lend your eyes my way, Mr. Deathrow, and do not let them stray. Everything else in your life must become secondary to our battle! If fail to put all your effort into destroying me, I will destroy you. That is certain. [Another growl from Lark.] LARK FENRIZ: Let the games begin, Mr. Deathrow. You are starting with a clean slate now. Erase such a punishing loss from your memory, and regain the confidence you lost! Mr, Deathrow, you very life depends on it! [Fade Away.]