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Clown, Killer, Or Saint?; Rated Ace RP :(
Topic Started: Jun 7 2009, 01:02 AM (189 Views)
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OOC: Sorry about the poor RP quality here, Eddie and I couldn't get a good time to do the necessary work on this RP.

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The sun shines brightly overhead as Eddie Rowan makes his way down the sidewalk in Vancouver, the sounds of summer filling the air. He walks with one hand in the pocket of his baggy black shorts, the other holding his iPod, tapping his leg in time with the beat of the music as he walks. He passes down the street, drawing some looks of recognition from the locals, as well as a strange look or two at the ‘Killface for President’ Frisky Dingo shirt that he wears. As he waits for the cross-walk signal to allow him to cross, he slips one of the ear-buds loose, freeing him up to answer an incoming phone call. He takes one moment to look at the caller ID.

-Spencer-

With a smirk, he answers, crossing as the ‘walk’ light is lit up.

“What’s up, Limey? Yeah, I’m fine. Fortunately my ribs broke my fall on that hammer. Yeah. TJ frickin’ Hix. I hadn’t realzied the guy fancied himself a poet. Personally, I’m thinking he’s got himself a ghost writer. Maybe Leo Crow.”

A slight look of impatience crosses his features as he is forced to slow his pace, a rather large man and woman walking in front of him holding hands, taking up the entire sidewalk. From their appearance and the large cameras hanging about their necks, it’s almost totally obvious that they are American tourists.

“Actually, I have no idea what his beef with me would be, except the fact that he’s the one guy Matt Covey hasn’t betrayed yet. I guess they go way back, so I guess he was just looking out for his friend, trying to soften me up before Pandemonium. Didn’t quite work out, though I can’t say I’m not exactly feeling the effects of the constant battery with that damn meat tenderizer he keeps hitting me with. EXCUSE ME, FOLKS!”

The wide eyed American duo turn and look back at Eddie who deftly strides sideways between them, moving on his way. The yammering of the two, hurling invective at Eddie for being so ill-mannered goes completely ignored as he proceeds down the strip, his brisk pace once again resumed.

“But now I’m getting paired up with the world champ himself to get another shot at Covey, not to mention have myself a chance to welcome Mr. Hix back to the game. And maybe after Mr. King and I take care of the garbage, we can have a little talk about who the next contender to that World Title should be. No, I haven’t talked to him yet. Actually that’s where I’m headed now. Nice little chat over a cup of joe. Gotta tell you, Spence, I really dig Canada. Nice place. And next week, it’s home to Washington state. Sure, Spokane is on the other side from Seattle, but home is home. It’s like a smaller, duller, less rainy Seattle. I’ve got family there.”

Eddie pauses, glancing about to gain his bearings and settling his gaze upon the sign overhanging a quaint little coffee shop.

“Alright, man. I’ll call you back in a bit.”

Hanging up the phone and stowing it into his pocket, Eddie heads into the shop. As he enters, he is greeted by the barista as she wipes down one of the small tables. He smiles and nods in reply, placing a quick order before noticing his ally seated towards the back of the establishment. Making his way to the table, Eddie slides out a chair and sits himself across from CZW World Heavyweight Champion, Ace King.

“Morning, Champ. Enjoying the Vancouver sun?”

The World Champion nods at the man who is Rated E For Everyone.

“Yeah, it’s always nice to come back to Canada to compete, as I’ve got quite a few friends up here through my travels in this business. I can imagine that you’ve had a fair few experiences up here, seeing as it’s so close to your home town of Seattle, am I right about that?”

“Yeah, I’ve always loved this place, myself. Always seems so much more laid back than the states. Anyway, I know we’ve got business to talk about, so I’m not going to dance around the matter. You and I tried to kill each other in the Tower of Power for that title of yours, and I’ve had my run-ins with basically everyone in your group in the past. But the past is exactly that, and I wanted to let you know that when we‘re in the same corner on Overdrive, we’re on the same page. We both have our reasons for wanting to take Covey out, and if this Hix guy is such a trusted friend to Matt, then he can’t be any better.”

“Ah, Matt Covey. I thought I had seen the last of this jackass at Volatile Day, but I guess that wasn’t necessarily meant to be, was it? Of course, when somebody does what he did with such a profound effect on your personal life… I almost relish the chance to beat his ass down again, because I’m never going to forgive him for anything he’s done to mess my life up. I wonder what would happen if I were to suddenly try and go after the one woman he’s anointed as his reason for living, and I decided that I wanted to terrify her with a psychotic attack that would reduce her to tears. Who knows, maybe I’d rough her up a little bit as well, OR… OR, maybe I would just go ahead and violate the sanctity of his relationship with her, just as he’s violated the valour associated with my family name and lineage. Yeah, maybe that’s what I’d do… First, I’d slit her f**king throat so that her life would be in danger, and then… MAYBE… MAYBE I would decide to f**k the wounds that I’ve inflicted, just to try and get the same sick, cruel satisfaction you got when you decided to do what you did. He’s made some outlandish claims in the past, but he and I both know and realize just how much that white trash trailer park bitch means to him. I don’t give a f**k if he demands I leave her out of my future plans, because he’ll have made yourself into a hypocrite by doing so, thanks to the display of spineless acts he’s displayed for the world to see. Now, speaking of spineless, who’s this other c**t that Covey’s teaming up with this week, Special Ed?”

Eddie bristles at Ace’s comparison of him to Special Ed Covey, but shakes it off before continuing.

“Ah, TJ Hix. Well, he wanted to surprise everyone, and I have to say I doubt anyone predicted it would be him emerging from under the mask. Unfortunately that probably means that nobody really cares.”

Eddie smirks, shrugging his shoulders before leaning back in his chair, smiling at the waitress as she sets down a mug of coffee in front of him.

“I mean…head of talent scouting? Sure, I guess he used to be active a while back, but he’s been a suit for years now. I suppose he probably just couldn’t take it anymore. Sitting in the back, watching the rest of us in the ring. I mean, one thing we all have in common, from you to me, to Timmons, and even guys like Covey, is that we love what we do. Being unable to do that would likely be pretty tough for all of us. So, if he wanted to come back, he probably could’ve done it without all the theatrics. Also beat-downs. And the mask thing is SO overdone. Oh, sorry, I’d hate to offend the Nagasaki Ninja…”

Eddie flashes a wide grin, taking a sip from his mug and nodding to himself as he savors the taste.

“Ehh, that guy was a bit of a joke anyway. I don’t know where that idea came from, or why I went through with it, but I still needed something.”

“Well, it makes sense in retrospect. I figured the devil had something personal against me, but it turns out he was just trying to help out his friend. Pretty sad, though. TJ was the guy who brought me into CZW. Seemed like a down-to-earth guy, but I guess being a back-stabbing deciever is just another thing he and Covey have in common. Regardless, I say we make him question his decision to come back out and play. He may just find the game has changed a bit from the last time he was around. I mean, they’ve got the World Champion, former Intercontinental and Tag-Team Champion teaming up with the greatest X-Division Champion, who was also THIS close to becoming the World Champ. And next time, I mean to get closer than ‘almost.”

Ace merely cocks an eyebrow at his partner for the week, noting the implication of Eddie’s eventual challenge.

“I tend to agree with you on that front, partner. Also, I’m sure that a contest between the two of us will be a match for the ages if it were ever to happen, but at the same time, I have to say that a future match should be the least of our worries right now. I’ve always been about taking things one match at a time, so I’m purely focused on this week, and I have but one question for you, Eddie: I know you said earlier that we’d be on the same page in going against a common enemy this week, but which of your personalities will I –REALLY- get as a tag team partner: The Clown, who contributes little to nothing constructive to the match; The Killer, the guy who betrays his own partner on account of a case of green eyes pertaining to the World Heavyweight Championship; or will it be The Saint, the guy who actually does co-operate? Which one is it going to be, Eddie?”

Eddie and Ace stare each other down for a few moments, but Eddie suddenly flashes a wink in taking his leave from the World Champion, leaving Ace to contemplate his options as the scene ends.
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