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Saying Goodbye (RP for Diaz corner)
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12-23-2013, 12:07 PM

OOC NOTE: Few minutes late due to some mysql error losing some of my work.
RP NOTE: This RP toggles between ESP and Diaz point of view every time you see the narration change between light yellow and gray
Pharaoh POV
Diaz's personalities POV




"Saying Goodbye"

"How long have I been sitting here? How long..." I reach forward and tap a few buttons on the laptop to wake it from its screen saver as I continue saying, "has this useless machine been sleeping?" I pause, immediately realizing that question could contain a double meaning as I glare off to the right and look at the mirror on the wall across the room. This useless machine before me contains many flaws and requires a constant stream of maintenance, but it is a required tool on this quest. This laptop, however, is as disposable as all of John Madison's claims and lack of accomplishments since November 1st.

"That reminds me..." I say as my eyes dart around the room. I turn my attention back to the laptop and immediately log in to my Facebook page to see what uselessly trivial 'family matters' I can include in this pr– oh wait, no I don't... No, I don't.

Instead, I login to my personal email account where I receive automatic updates anytime new "promos" go on the air from any persons of interest. This week I have my settings programmed to alert me anytime something new goes live that involves John Madison or Unknown Soldier. It appears that since the last time I looked, there are two new entries relating to our former king, John Madison himself. Earlier in the week, Madison-related information had surfaced that revealed a few interesting facts:

It was revealed that the Madison crew, aka Shane and his puppets behind the scenes, are very careful about what time of day they air their promos. I am familiar with the "wait until the last minute of the day so you still can upload two more pieces after midnight hits, but then repeat said process." — I'm sure some of you are looking at me like I'm crazy right now, but I know for a fact a few of you know exactly what I'm referring to. It's a tactic used when you feel you are at a disadvantage or when you would really like the element of surprise on your side, and I'll be the only one using that tactic successfully this week by the way. I've been in such positions before today; such as when I myself was put at a disadvantage in the Lethal Lottery by having Juan Madison on my team. Yes; it was left entirely up to me that week, so if I remember right, I took a few precautions with how I allowed my own related footage or promos to air. I didn't need Theo Pryce and Hunter Payne seeing too much of what I was doing that week or anytime prior. Now take John Madison's current strategy of waiting till late December to finally reveal what was supposedly happening at the beginning of November, and you'll see how pathetic it is that he also went out of his way to time those releases to just a few minutes before midnight. XWF has this strange rule that states we (the wrestlers) can only have two pieces of footage uploaded to the official promo listings per day, and even though promos themselves aren't what dictate wins and losses, the timing of those promos has become strategic in itself.

Congratulations, John Madison, on taking this to a whole other level. Sure, we've all heard of waiting until the last minutes in the day to upload that day's material, but you just spent over a month and a half waiting. Dear Janet – you must be the most patient woman alive... yes?

Moving on... What else has been revealed in Madison's ill timed reveal?

We're being put through another mental ringer that is intended to confuse and misdirect our attention to this matter. What matter exactly? The matter of John Madison and his many alternate egos. That's right; we're once again supposed to be up in arms with confusion over just who John Madison even is... or isn't. What is this, John? Run #44 for that idea of yours? I've been here only a couple of months and I've seen you doing this non-stop... every week another game — is John Madison going to be himself this week? Is he going to put on a mask and try to cost Egyptian Snow Pharaoh a tag match by teaming with her and doing nothing the next week? (but still fail in that attempt when I win anyway?) Is he going to lose to Theo Pryce, or is that not really him who lost? Oh no! That means we also must wonder if it was really John Madison who failed to get the job done against Peter Gilmour in a simple house show. So many questions: Is he going to suddenly become a woman as a result of Mr. Supernova's amazing outerworldly powers? Is he going to put on a gorilla suit and call himself Terrance Madison in another attempt to confuse people while also entertaining his 'brother' NAZI? What amazing new trick does John Madison have up his sleeve to keep us guessing? Or... or...

Or is he going to discredit it all in one sloppy, blood curdling scream for attention? Not only that, but he's got Unknown Soldier in his corner this week. "Fuck!" I am not one to often abuse common English language, but what else can be said? I just realized John Madison has everything stacked exactly how he wants it...

...and what's more; nobody else can see it. "I've got to meet with Diaz," I say aloud as I unzip one of my bags of luggage and start fumbling around for my cell phone. I'm not like you people — I don't have the thing strapped to my body at all times. I only use it when it actually serves a purpose, such as now...




Ow, what even happened last night? I sit up from the bed I remember falling asleep on last night with a splitting headache and sore, dry eyes. I rub my eyes and sit up, before forcing myself out of the bed. Then, it hits me. I can either stay in here for a few more hours, seeing as though it's currently 8:15 AM, or I can go out and converse with a group of batshit insane revolutionaries. Hmm, relentless boredom, or the possibility of Kea taking over and saying something that'll get us killed? I find my jacket strewn across the floor, and immediately slip it on before turning back and finding my phone on the bed. That's, strange.

I could've sworn I left it next to the alarm clock. Whatever. I grab it and slide it into my pocket before walking to the door of the room and putting on my shoes before exiting.

Into the hall I go! No one else, as far as I can see.

Wow, astute observation there Jessie! Are you sure you aren't secretly a member of MENSA?

Do you always have something negative to say, Kea?

Yeah, I do. And it doesn't fucking help that you're too much of a little coward to let me say anything about our match. I mean, come on! It's John Janet Whichever the fuck it is and Unknown Solider! Easily the easiest shit in the world to insult! So yeah, until you stop being a wimp, I'm going to insult the shit out of you.

You're unbelievable.

Thank you! Glad you noticed!

Ugh. I continue down the hall, until at last I come to the end, the bathroom (or at least what I was told was the bathroom). The lights are off and the door's unlocked, so I halfheartedly push the door open and step inside. As soon as I close the door behind me however, the unmistakable sound of my phone ringing stops me dead in my tracks. I pull it out of my pocket and look at the number. It's not programmed in, but for some reason I recognize that number. Why? Then, it hits me.

It's ESP.

Answer it, you fucking idiot!

What? Why?! It's not like it's going to be anything good! Like, what if she wants to kill us or something?

Calm yourself, I really doubt she's out to do that.

I'm, I'm not taking any chances. I'll, I'll let the machine get it, yeah that's what I'll do. I sit there in waiting, heart pounding rapidly. Finally, the phone stops ringing and moments later, I'm greeted with a ding!

One missed call. One new Voicemail.

Oh jeez. I press play on the message, putting the phone on speaker. It's weird, but I'm scared of putting the phone anywhere near me right now.
  • "It is I, the Egyptian Snow Pharaoh, and it's imperative that we meet today. It looks like we've been set up—all of us—and there's very little time to prepare. I've got the answer, my friend... but I fear you will not embrace it wholeheartedly. This number is my cell phone and it receives text messages, so I'd appreciate you texting me your location immediately. I'll come to you. Just remember, my partner, to trust in my vision and to have a completely open mind about what I present you with today."

What? What the heck does she mean? Yeah, this in and of itself is a set up and she's going to kill us! Didn't you hear that?!

All I heard is that you're paranoid. Let me handle this.

Against my better judgment, Kea forces me to grab the phone and instantly pulls up a new text message. After a few moments of typing, she comes up with this response:

I can't bring you to my current location, but there's some place nearby where we can meet. Forest Park, Portland Oregon.

I don't like this.

Too bad, now let's get ready.

Fine.




And just like that, my phone has served its purpose as I say "Greetings" to my fellow XWF Trio Championship teammate in the flesh...

...Wow. If only I were as comfortable with these surroundings as I appeared on the outside. I calmly reach forward to offer a handshake as Jessie's eyes quickly lock onto my hand and then jump back up to my eyes. Some people might be able to sense a slight bit of apprehension in her but to me, it's overflowing the same way my... stop, nevermind that thought. My heart may be racing as my eyes bask in the raw, stunning rays of beauty being shot through them and into my very imaginative mind. She accepts my handshake which pleases me very much as I take note of the way her hair falls against the side of her face, and I glance down her cheek and down her neck as I imagine what it would be like to kis– to stay on track and say, "Thank you for meeting with me. I have run into a problem and there's no way to make this sound good." I can tell Jessie isn't sure whether to release the handshake or not, and I don't mind our hands touching just a few... seconds... long– and release. I'm not about to make a fool of myself as I place my hands on my hips and keep my posture strong, looking dead in her eyes.

Make what sound good? What the hell is she going on about? This is honestly getting all kinds of fucked up, and it just started! I pull my hand back to my side before reluctantly uttering something I'm sure I'll regret the instant after. "What? What is it?" It seems like a simple question, but it seems the answer is far from simple.

"I am not sure how I'm supposed to say this... because I don't want it to sting," I say as I look down to the ground and already lose my strong willed mask to a look of obvious confusion. "I..." I look off in the distance for a second and then right back into her eyes. I take a deep breath and I tell her the news... "I need to switch sides."

"You, you what?" She's joking, I can tell it by the way she's... Oh son of a bitch she isn't joking, is she? Fuck, this is not good. Not good at all. Maybe Jessie was right and she is trying to kill- yeah that sounded a lot less stupid before I focused on that thought. Still, this shit is news to me and I repeat, stumbling over my words, "You, what?"

"I mean tonight; I need to join John Madison's corner and stand side by side with Unknown Soldier. I... I'm sorry Jess, but you've always got Tri Bute who you can call on if needed. I know my calling and I know my place, and tonight it is John Madison who needs the added assistance more than anyone else."

This is just unfuckingbelievable! What the hell does she mean by "knowing her place"? I look down at the ground, trying to not make eye contact with her partially out of anger and partially out of fear of what she does mean by this. It could be something dire, or some-

I grab her shoulders and dig my nails into them, shaking her in an embarrassingly 'human' style of frantic states as I raise my voice. "Are you listening to me? This isn't any easier for me than it is for you. I... I..." should I tell her how I really feel about her? Should I tell her how much this kills me and more importantly why it upsets me so much to have to cross over to team Madison tonight? "I want you to know something," I say with no trace of certainty in my voice whatsoever. I glance away and change my mind; it's better to stay on point at a time like this. "I want you to know I'm going to do everything in my power to make up for the void that has been left on John Madison's side of the battlefield tonight. I want you to know it's nothing personal... but please understand our very existence requires it."

"Our what? Care to explain that? Better yet; care to tell me what the actual fuck is going on instead of waltzing around everything and trying to say that you don't want to do it? Why do you have to? Just be up front with it! Tell me, what is going on?!"

Anybody else would have my hand around their throat right now, but it's her... "Please calm yourself," I say as many more emotions build inside of me. Something is definitely going wrong inside of me if I'm able to be this thrown off my game by mere feelings. I'll be sure to bring this up to Dr. Zero and we will take care of it, but for now it's up to me to keep myself in check. Ugh, damn she's fucking amazing when she is heated... those lips... those ah, ok stop. Stop. Back on track. I try to steady my voice as I say, "Look, there's no other way to lay this out. John Madison is a master of deception and mind games; he's set himself up for a series of 'falls' that he himself is preparing to distance himself from by claiming they were not his own actions. I'm sure you are familiar with the ongoing 'Juan Madison' lie, correct?" She nods and I continue, "he spent months maintaining this occasional alter ego with a mask, intentionally making it far too obvious that it was him under the mask, and challenging those who would dare question the matter. It became a running gag but that was for a reason...

He needed us to think he was a blithering idiot when it came to disguises.

It worked, too... we all believed that John Madison was a complete idiot when it came to disguises and the like. He got his way... but what happened next? This is where things get interesting because with this understanding in our minds of him being the world's worst disguise holder, he really did take on a miraculous change... right into a woman. How did he do this? Very clearly with the help of Mr. Supernova — the man from galaxies beyond who harnesses powers unlike any typical moral on this realm. Do you know why this matters so much?

Because now John Madison is about to attempt to distance himself from the past several weeks of miserable performances and he's going to attempt to discredit Mr. Supernova's legitimate powers. We all know Mr. Supernova does have the power to change not only his own but any other person's appearance, right? I suppose a few non-believers would argue that such things can't happen, but most of us saw no problem in the explanation of John Madison's transformation into a woman. It made perfect sense that Mr. Supernova would and could do this... because it was true. He did do it. The fragile, incompetent blonde bimbo who has been parading around for the last several weeks is John Madison...

Except we're supposed to buy into his newest scam instead — perhaps that blonde was just some random woman who they were having some occasional difficulties keeping under their 'spell' with some kind of elixir. That's the new story... and it means John Madison gets to claim he never lost the XWF crown and he wasn't the bumbling fool who failed to defeat Peter Gilmour at a house show. This is insulting to all of us but it's also insulting to Mr. Supernova because it turns him into a JOKE if we buy into John Madison's latest pile of deception and mockery."


"So tell me; what does any of this have to do you needing to go over and help them out? That's the part I'm not getting, and it's kind of a major one."

"It's simple... John has set himself up for the ultimate fall tonight. He wants this match to end him a loss for 'John Madison' tonight and this will also be the end of the blonde bimbo Madison stint. Why else would Madison have Unknown Soldier in his corner? These were chosen managers; that's why I'm in your corner. Why would Madison have chosen a former and possibly current enemy of his? Because he saw how Unknown Soldier guaranteed Sebastian Duke's failure when Soldier was in Duke's corner. Who better to play the insurance factor? Who better to make it so there's no possible way John Madison's side can win tonight? Call in the deranged, skinny, alley lurking, premature ejaculating freak who doesn't even know what it means to be in somebody's corner!

And I can't let that happen.

I can't let this go down the way John Madison intended. Unknown Soldier already couldn't contain himself after one instance of me mentioning 'come' and he gave us the mother of all prematurely ejaculated promos to kick off the week. It's clear based on his promo that he's still obsessed with the idea of me being obsessed with him, so it's obvious he will in no way try to aid John Madison in victory tonight. I have to join Unknown Soldier tonight. I will simply play along with his childish belief that I am somehow obsessed with him and he'll welcome me with a dead hard on. We all know Madison too; he'll gladly play along instead of showing any obvious objected to anything going on around him. That's his schtick — always act happy about what's going on. It's why he has to try and convince us now that 'female John' wasn't really him all along — it's much easier to go to those insane lengths than for him to simply admit he's not happy with his own recent failures. It's better to discredit a man with known superpowers and defecate all over his own stabemates than to just admit his own shortcomings have indeed gotten to him.

I will be the reason John Madison's plans don't go as he intends tonight. Tonight, John Madison and Unknown Soldier will know what it's like to dance with a Pharaoh instead of a house of lies. I'll lead the two of them to victory tonight, and it will be you who falls."
I look deep into Jessie's eyes as I feel what can only be described as a blade digging into my own chest. I hate this; I loathe it with every fiber of my being, but it's the way it has to be. I just hope she can understand and... forgive me. I gently touch her hand as I say, "this is our only option... Please don't let this hurt us..." I take my hand back and turn away, wow, don't let it hurt "us"? What's wrong with me?

You know what? Fine! Go right fucking ahead and do this asinine plot! Because, b-b-because, I don't need you! You can act all high and mighty and do all this great shit, and I'll still end up winning! You see, for all you're good at, you aren't good enough to carry the man who can't own up to any fucking misstep he makes and the street rat with more individual addictions than braincells to victory against me, so bring it on, you fucking bitch!" I turn and begin to walk away, taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm myself down. However, as I walk further away from where I probably burnt more bridges than Unknown Soldier can count, three thoughts smack me across the face:

1. I'm going to be all alone in there, whereas now my opponent will have two people watching his/her/whatever form he "shows" up in's back. This could be alleviated by seeing if Tri Bute is willing and able to help out. No, if I have to do this, I'm going it alone to prove something. It's the light's way.

2. If Espie didn't want to kill us, she definitely will want to now.

and 3. I don't believe a word of what I just said.






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