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| Closing A Chapter; Lara Toni RP | |
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| Craig | Apr 4 2008, 09:18 PM Post #1 |
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Orion Oldriod is face down on the floor of a small apartment surrounded by a pool of his own blood, bleeding from a wound on his forehead with broken glass around him. Around him the apartment has been ransacked, chairs are strewn on the floor and a suitcase lies open with clothes scattered over the floor. The lights suddenly go out but they haven’t been turned off, instead a rather large individual with short ginger hair stands over Orion stuffing his face with a packet of crisps. But how did this all happen? Why is a former FIW employee face down in his own blood? What happened to the apartment? Who is the big guy eating crisps? Perhaps those questions could be answered by going back in time to… [align=center]--4 Hours Earlier--[/align] It’s early Friday morning and in a small greasy café, a familiar man enters with a newspaper rolled up under his arm and he motions to the waitress before choosing which booth to sit at. He takes a lingering look at his watch, it’s 09:02 so it’s safe to assume he isn’t a working man. The door opens once more and in from the quiet street outside is our Hellcat Champion, Lara Toni. Lara looks around and locates her target. She sits down opposite the man we noticed coming in, he now has his newspaper held up and Lara knocks on the table to get his attention. Lara: Good morning. He pulls the paper down to reveal that he is of course Orion Oldriod, former World Champion and Slam! General Manager. Before he can respond the waitress arrives with a jar full of steaming coffee and two mugs. Lara shakes her head “no thanks”. Orion: You should get something inside you, we’re going to be indoors for most of the day working hard but you’re going to need energy. My dollar. Lara: I already ate. Orion: Fine, don’t. Orion goes back to his newspaper, his eyes flit about the page as he reads. Lara: Jasper, Alabama is such a nice place. Orion: May I read my newspaper? Lara: Sorry. Orion: Thank you. Lara sighs and begins to fidget as Orion turns the page with a shirt glance up at the impatient Hellcat. Lara: You know what? I’ll get something to eat. Orion: Hell no you won’t! You fucked that up! Now I’m trying to read this paper please shut it. Lara: This just like old times. She begins to smile and look around as Orion drops his hold of the newspaper. He chuckles a little before laying into his former protégée. Orion: Tell me a story. Lara: My story? You know my story. Orion: A story. Lara: I don’t think I know any stories. Orion: I’ll tell you a story. See this? It’s a newspaper. It contains 90 per cent bullshit. But it’s entertaining. It entertains me, that’s why I read it. You won’t let me read it so you entertain me. Lara folds her arms across her chest in protest. Orion slowly folds up his paper and drinks his coffee. Orion: Okay, let’s play that game. Why are you here? Lara: I need to give you a message. Orion: Oh really? I have an answer machine for that kind of thing. Lara: He wanted me to give it to you in person. Orion raises his eyebrows and nods in the familiarity of the situation. Orion: Of course he did. So what is this message? Lara: He asked me to tell you “Your services are no longer required”. Again Oldriod nods in understanding and then his expression changes to one of confusion. Orion: I thought this might be coming. Is that all? Lara: Yeah, I think so. Orion: In that case, it’s been a pleasure to see you again Lara but this is where we must end our relationship. You just told me that I don’t work for him anymore and he won’t want me anywhere near you. I must go. Oldriod stands up and quickly hustles out of the café leaving a rather stunned Hellcat behind. Lara picks up his newspaper as if to shout after him but Orion has already exited through the door onto the street outside. [align=center]--11:14 AM--[/align] Lara Toni has made her way to an airport and is waiting for a flight out of Jasper. She stands carrying a bag slung over her shoulder and is looking up at the flight information. A hand taps Lara on the shoulder and she turns around to find her manager, ‘Jericho’, stood behind her. Lara: What-(cut off) Jericho: Is Jericho doing here? Ol’ Jericho has been informed that you failed to deliver your message to Andrew Oldriod. Jericho shakes his head in disappointment and Lara drops her bag as she begins to protest. Lara: I don’t know what you mean! I told him what you said! Jericho: What you need to learn, my sweet, is that when I say something…I mean something entirely else. When I say, “Your services are no longer required”, what do you think I infer? Lara: That he’s fired? The Hellcat Champion speaks almost in hope and Jericho puts his arm around his property. Jericho: No, my sweet. What I am reasoning is that I may not require his services but that does not mean any other heathen may employ those very services. As you yourself will attest to, he is a very skilled manager in the rasslin’ business and I could not allow the very possibility that he could lead a new protégée to prominence. Lara soon realises what Jericho was asking her to do amongst his strong Southern accent. Lara: You wanted me to put him out of commission? Jericho: Truer words have never been spoken. Lara: But I owe everything to Orion Oldriod! He brought me to FIW and he led me to the Hellcat Title! Jericho: You should stop living your life in the past, my sweet. It’s time for you to join the rest of humanity in the present climate. But don’t worry your pretty little head. I have a man taking care of Oldriod as we speak. Lara: Wait, not the big guy? That’s not called for! Jericho walks away from Lara Toni, she starts to run after him but then remembers her bag. She turns around to grab it but the mysterious and eccentric ‘Jericho’ has disappeared into the crowd of people all looking for their own flight information. [align=center]--12:56 PM--[/align] Orion Oldriod is in his apartment bedroom frantically packing his suitcase. Orion grabs pictures in frames and bundles them into the open case. A photo drops out of the case and Orion snatches at it. Orion: Don’t do that! I’m in a rush here! He continues packing his stuff up until he suddenly stops. Orion looks around and cautiously opens his bedroom door to check he is just hearing things. Orion: Hello? Hello? No reply comes and Orion goes back to packing. He throws all his clothes into his case and desperately tries to close it. Oldriod scoops it up into his arms and walks into his living area. He takes one last look around before moving towards the door…THE DOOR FLIES INTO HIS FACE! Orion staggers back and drops the suitcase, he is bleeding from the forehead and a big clubbing blow knocks him down to the ground! The big man seen at Anarchy in the UK during Lara Toni’s match beside Jericho is stood above Orion and he begins to wreak havoc. The dinner table is turned upside down with a crash as glasses smash. The chairs are tossed all across the room, one wipes out a lamp and another makes a big dent in a wall. The Beast picks up Orion’s television set and smashes it against a wall, he retains hold of it to scatter the broken glass around Orion’s now-bloody head. The big man drops a knee down on the back of Orion’s head. The Beast appears to have had enough of ransacking the place, he spies an unopened packet of crisps on the window ledge. He picks them up, rips them open and starts pushing them into his face! Bits of crisp falls down to the ground as the fat guy stands over the fallen Orion, thus returning us to where we began… |
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