Roleplay Title: Out Of Order: Circle, Square, Color- Blasphemy. PT1

Character Song Tone: Segment 1- ' Say Something by A Great Big World'
Segment 2- 'Heads Will Roll by Yeah Yeah Yeahs'
Segment 3- 'Wicked Ways by Eminem'

Character Mood: Depressed. Unsure- uncertain about the future. Etched into ice.
Character Setting: Arena floor, still laying just feet from the heads. The melons of Administrator and Shane 'The Dark Oval' . We'll see if Infamous can get backstage, maybe get to the limo that will take him from the rioting fans to the hotel. We'll see.

Infamous, slowly sitting up looking at the faces of Shane , the dark face of Administrator. His cold callous stare that could only scream MORPHEUS. Infamous stands looking at the heads, walking to the middle point between them.

“..Cursed be the ground for our sake. Both thorns and thistles it shall bring forth for us. For out of the ground we were taken, for the dust we are... and to the dust we shall return..” - Quote from Book of Eli, stated by Denzel Washington, playing Eli “The Walker”.

Infamous nods understanding what needs to be done. He must leave them.


Infamous begins his walk, slow but sure journey to the entranceway. Infamous grabs up the lone lawnchair that was still sitting where Infamous had left it. Still missing though is that damn cricket bat dipped in metal. It wasn't used nor was it seen after Infamous entered the arena floor. Eitherway, doesn't matter the lead role in this plan has been decapitated. Shane . Or was Infamous' heart not in it for Shane . Infamous keeps turning and looking back towards Administrator.

Say something, I'm giving up on you.
Say something...

He spins and exits. Slowly stepping, almost mopping towards the exit. Luckily Infamous came prepared and not worried about having a bag that he needed to get. Infamous not paying attention to the other XWF workers packing up cables and other needed instruments to move on to the next show.

“'Ey Infamy dawg!”

That voice, Sewaside is still here. Sewaside steps up almost a slight jog, hustle- quick walk over to Infamous' side.

“What's wrong with you man? You seem like you've seen a motherfucking ghost.”

“Seriously, the plans. I'm still mixed up in the head. I'm reverting back to old habits.”

“Everything is gonna be just fine homie.”

Sewaside reassures Infamous.

“But you can't be flippin' yo' wig. I need you.”

“Need me, like Administrator? Like Shane ? Like the XWF?”

“No. You know what I mean. I need you without the mask.”

Sewaside states, looking about the hallways like he's about to make a drug deal. Like he's selling secrets about something. This dude is holding valuable information and he doesn't want XWF to know.

“I'm serious. I need you at the top of your game. I can't do everything my damn self.”

“What the fuck are you talking about? When have you ever needed shit from me? You're fucking Sewaside dude. Name speaks for itself.”

Sewaside nods but then puffs up.

“Seriously, don't fucking grow balls to me. I'm not Peter Gilmour, I'm not into that type of shit. I need you and your vast knowledge. I feel Eli James is hogwash.”

“You mean my religious shit? Homie... you trying to get me killed? You trying to get me kicked out- AGAIN.”

Infamous gets pissed, dropping his mask and lawnchair. People from XWF are turning and looking at them talking.

“You're making a fucking scene bro. On everything, calm the fuck down, or else.”

“Or else what?”

“Seriously, where the hell is this attitude coming from? Are you mad because I didn't fill in all the details right off? You still mad that we were gonna back Shane all the way to the cross? You mad that you couldn't be the motherfucking Jesus in this bitch? Don't take this shit out on me. Take it out on Eli James. I promise you, he's the boy you need to check in.”

Infamous grabs up the lawnchair and mask he wore for the night, taking his walk to the exit.

“Infamy, seriously, I need you. I need your Bible thumpin' ass. I need it Ahy-SAP.”

When the fuck does Sewaside say asap, why would he need my Bible knowledge as soon as possible. Is he trying to feed me to the wolves in sheeps' clothing? The Congregation seems to have pulled the WOOL over everyone's head this night.

“I'll let you know dude. I'll let you know. That's the shit I don't like- but I'll see.”

“Don't let me down. I promise you, I gotcho' (got your) back.”

“I know. But that's what I am more afraid of. Whose more gonna get it, the Preacher, or the fucking Followers of the Gospels?”

Sewaside cracks a smile.

“That's right homie, and you know how much I love the HATE.”

Infamous cracks his smile. That was a good comeback. Who else would know the Preacher better than the Followers? Not saying that Sewaside is anything of a Follower, but only the Followers know the strengths and weaknesses of the Preacher and what the Preacher is Preachin'.

“We'll see though Side, I gotta see a couple people before I go ahead and open Pharoah's Sarcophagus.”

“Do whatever you gotta do!”

Sewaside dips backwards towards his awaiting vehicle in the exit parking; and Infamous walks over to the driver of his vehicle provided. They're not staying in the same Hotel, and Infamous really isn't too happy about having to go back to the Hotel anyways. Jen Sulter is there, and she's gonna be bitching that Infamous doesn't exactly have plans for the future. Infamous is lost. Lost without anything. Infamous needs someone to say something.



Character Mood: Still saddened, but those words from Sewaside sprung up a slight hope. Still Etched in ice, but slowly melting.
Character Setting: Church building. You heard me. Building. Not temple, not anything- just the building. Bricks on bricks, morter slash cement to hold it up. This place gives the creeps to Infamous.

Infamous is seen walking forward, walking into the doors and down the foyer hallway to the Offices wing. Infamous is carrying a new mask, it's roughly mid-early morning. Driving around looking for the right glass paintings on the right lit up church building. Just two tanks of gas, and a bathroom break later Infamous stopped the driver on this place. Obviously by then a Pastor or Preacher is there. Infamous makes his way to the desk where a Secretary should be there. Infamous moves a couple steps pass the desk, but then stalls.

“They always want motherfuckers to sign in. That's where they getcha', signing your address so they can send you propaganda.”

Infamous turns and scribbles his signature, but that's all. Infamous turns and continues to walk to the open door with the bright light illuminating the hallway.

“Hey, can I help you?”

“Yeah, I'm not entirely sure how to do this. But I guess I would need a confessional?”

“Oh yeah sure, come in, sit down.”

“Right....”

Infamous snickers to himself, before slowly entering the room and sitting on the chair across from the desk where the man in the suit was sitting.

“Where would you like to begin?”

“I don't know. I'm not the damn Pastor.”

“Right. So when was your last confession?”

“About two, three years ago. Wait- four, one year is just a blur.”

The face on the Pastor though. It was a glorious feeling.

“And why is that brother?”

“Brother, right. Your ideals are that since believing in Jesus, that we become one big family.”

Infamous grows an uncomfortable slant to his posture.

Off with your head
Dance 'til you're dead
Heads will roll
Heads will roll
Heads will roll
On the floor

“I guess I was taking a bit of a liking to the statement, 'come boldly before the throne'. You know I usually dealt with these type of things without the help of a mediator.”

“Okay. So if you are holier than thou- why come to me now?”

“Your light was on. But I see it's just fueled by fucking electricity and not the true anointing of 'God'.”

The Pastor dude stands up and leans across the desk.

“Wait, I apologize. You really know your stuff, but again, why would you need to come to an outsider?”

“Neutral point of view. My expert opinion, those too invested, give bias bullshit opinions.”

“That's why the Bible says....”

Infamous cuts the Pastor off.

“Yes, the Bible says, don't dwell in the counsel of the ungodly. I know, I guess I'm looking for the bloody compassion of knowing I'm not gonna be judged by the bullshit of my past. Not gonna be judged by the bullshit that I toss out in the present. And I know for sure I don't wanna be judged by the bullshit that I will be talking and walking in the future.”

“Whose gonna judge you, here?”

“The eyes of the walls, always have the desire for entertainment value. Pastor …. Pastor Zellterburg, forgive me for the haste and bitterness; but I know your type.”

The Pastor pulls from the desk and walks around the desk and gets in front of Infamous. Infamous stands face to face with the puffed up man.

“And what exactly is my type, Mysterious Man?”

“All forgiving until it contradicts your ideals.”

“Like...?”

“Like killing thy neighbor.”

The Pastor stumbles backwards.

“You've killed someone?”

“Nah, but I wished for it to be so. God you're so naïve Pastor. It's totally fine with God if you indulge yourself once or twice. Watch a porn, watch a R-Rated Movie, enjoy a fucking pulled pork sandwich once or twice as well. It's not going to kill you, or send you to Hell.”

“Get out.”

“Fine.”

The Pastor points to the door. Infamous nods, and salutes the man before heading to the door.

The men cry out
The girls cry out
The men cry out
The girls cry out
The men cry out
Oh no

“Funny how things work. Kicking a questioning man from the only establishment he could find help.”

“You don't need help, you need an exorcism.”

“Right, because I have some demon possessing my body. Anything to claim YOU ARE RIGHT. Because obviously, the Christianity attendance couldn't possibly be wrong in the least.”

Infamous exits the room and walks to the Secretary desk and scribbles out something on the sign in sheet. Looks to be like Infamous is writing down his exit time. Infamous turns and tosses out a fold of money out onto the desk.

“Do something with this place. God wants you to have a blessing before you tear the fuck out of the only thing you seem to care about. This building. Cause you sure as fuck don't care about those other there trying to succeed in life.”

“Whatever. Good day sir. I'll be praying for you.”

“No you won't be. Selfish prick.”

Infamous exits the hallway to the doorway of the building. Infamous walks out the exit and reaches into his pocket, pulling his phone out. Infamous swipes the pad and dials a number, then puts the phone to his face. Infamous walks down the steps of the church to his vehicle and driver.

“Side, you sure you need me in this form?”

Infamous waits before replying.

“Fine. But one rule- if everyone starts blaming me for shit; you step in and take the heat.”

Off, off with your head
Dance, dance 'til you're dead (dead)
Heads will roll
Heads will roll
Heads will roll
On the floor

Infamous stalls with a bit of laughter.

“Why? Because heads are about to fucking roll. Stop, drop, and fucking roll. Lock, stock, and fucking barrel. I'm about to rip open a fucking lion and eat the honey from his ribs. Infamous Samson is born.”

Infamous closes the the connection on the phone and walks to the vehicle.

“Ready Sir?”

“Yup, to the Hotel.”

With a nod, Infamous and the driver get into the vehicle and it's off down the street. The camera remain with the church building, as the camera backpedals back into the church- back through the hallway to the desk in which the Pastor is standing reading the details of the sign in sheet.

“Infamous Church, and the nerve he called me a selfish prick.”

The Pastor grabs up the cash Infamous left, and begins to count it.

“Fifteen hundred dollars. What is this Lord? Why would such trouble, be such a blessing for us?”

The camera fades.

Off, off with your head
Dance, dance 'til you're dead (dead)
Heads will roll
Heads will roll
Heads will roll
On the floor

Character Mood: Enlightened. Etched in fire. Blazed to a crisp.
Character Setting: Hotel Room. Dodging the obvious questions from Jen Sulter, avoiding the inevitable comments from Adriana the Assistant, and embracing the Hate inside his heart. Mask on. Infamous Church, Infamous Madness, Infamous Massacre, Infamous Warfare, Infamous Ready- but are you ready?

Camera turns on, and it's a camera on a tri-pod. Infamous is sitting with a Sub-Zero mask on his face, looking at the camera.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, Madness and Warfare wrestlers, and anyone else that could be view this. Infamous Reality was born to keep Infamous Church at bay, but see, motherfuckers like Eli James can't keep in line. He wants to jump ship, jump cars, and ride in the big boy train? Well I see I have to turn Infamous Dyslexic, and burn this dude with his own Sword of Faith; with my Infamous Sword of Infamous Faith. INFAMOUS RULES!”

I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell

“Because my Infamous Ways, are Infamous wicked. Infamous! You'll only think Infamous, because all you'll hear is Infamous. My way with words, and my way with Religion, you'll actually think I'm Infamous Religion. I told you all the first day, I was Infamous God. What's a King to a God? What's an Owner to an Entrepreneur? Owner, Entrepreneur to an Investor? I'm Infamous Investor, and I'm going to invest all my wicked ways and wicked thoughts to making the Congregation into sorry ass goats. Not Greatests of All Time. But Gayests of All Time. Can't sacrifice sheep to the slaughter, if all your sheeps you have- have been manipulated into goats.”

Infamous waves his hands about talking straight to the camera.

“Now speak to me oh faithful Leader, faithful Savior! I think it's funny when you laid out your punishments on the Land for not hearing your prophecies, you forgot ol' Sewaside and I. Where are your prophecies for us? Can't read the future truly can you? Yes you beheaded the Pharaoh and the Pharisee- but what about the INFAMOUS CHURCH. You can't murder us, you can't behead us. We are not the Head- but we are the body. Go ahead and preach that dumbfuck.”

Infamous stands and walks to the camera getting very close to the lens.

“Eli James, I hope you keep watch on Warfare. I hope you have warnings and scoldings. I hope you want to lay out Infamous Me. I hope. My faith, my Infamous Faith says so. Because when the cameras turn on, for Warfare, whether it's a tournament or whether it's a Battle Royal. Infamous is going to go out and Infamous Win. Every time that bell rings, you can bet on your High Horse, that I'm going to be Infamous Victory. Have your Congregation attack me. Manipulate the Black Circle to come get me. I'll Infamous Square, Infamous Bat, Infamous Destroy each and every person sent before me. Tempt me, and see that I am GOOD. I am GREAT. I AM AWESOME! I AM INFAMOUS MOTHERFUCKER!”

Infamous calms and back pedals to his seat.

“Am I on drugs? Yes. Am I on crack, speed, shrooms? Yes. Am I drunk on alcohol? Yes. I don't give a fuck neither. I'm high on life, high on Infamous, I'm pumping so much Infamous Blood, that a blood drive would survive twelve days off my veins alone. I've been snorting COOKIE CRISPS all night, and I'm ready to INFAMOUS CRISP some unlucky individual. This is the moment, when you do some infamous research and find out how truly infamous I am. Go ahead and look up the INFAMOUS DISNEY! Because INFAMOUS DISNEY has been reborn! I rise from those ashes, I rise from those beheadings stronger, wiser, ready. I'm INFAMOUS READY.... but XWF isn't. They didn't know I could be this way, because I showed them, I wasn't going to be this way. But Eli, you wanted to interfere. Black Circle can be destroyed another day. Eli- I was told you stand in the way, of Sewaside's attempt to rule with a graceful palm. Believe me, his pimp hand strong, but mine is INFAMOUS STRONG!”

Infamous snickers and laughs with his Sub-Zero Mask on.

“But turn the other cheek homie, turn the other cheek. Follow the Good Book. Thou shalt not kill, you just broketh a commandment. I am your Infamous Judgment. I am your Infamous Reality. And since you want to be the boy at the head of the table, and break bread, with everyone in XWF. I will cast my judgment upon thee, via what is done on WARFARE. I will be INFAMOUS WARFARE. I will be INFAMOUS XWF. All you can do, is repeat, INFAMOUS. INFAMOUS. INFAMOUS. Go ahead, chant. Pray. For the spirit of INFAMOUS is upon thee, and all you can speak is INFAMOUS.”

Infamous steps forward to the camera.

“Be a Tera Vincent, be a Hank Lane, Andrew Morrison. Fuck all be a Frodo. But I am in an INFAMOUS ZONE! Be a John Raide, be a Eli James, step in front of me, and your ass could be set on flames. Fuck all else, it's all the same. Not even Sewaside can stop this game. I'm INFAMOUS ZELDA. And I'm coming from the top, for the belt-uh. I mean, Crown. So go ahead tell the, rest of the XWF Roster that I'm coming. When people look back at this era, they'll recall it as the INFAMOUS COMING. No not yours, but mine. Your weakass prophecies won't even hold a candle to my mantle of Infamous!”

Infamous motions to cut the camera, but then realizes he's the only one with the ability to cut the camera off.

“Mark my words XWF, because I obviously know better. I mean fuck, I'm INFAMOUS DICTIONARY! Quote me all you want, INFAMOUS REALITY says, you'll all just be INFAMOUS INFATUATED!”

Infamous begins to laugh through the Sub-Zero mask....

I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell

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