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Brocks rps first!

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??: How is he?

???: We're not sure, he lost a lot of blood.

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??: How's his neck?

???: Seems to be stable. We're more worried about the blood loss and internal bleeding.

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??: Well I'm sorry I can't stay here all night, but please keep me posted if anything changes in his condition.

???: Of course. It's always so good when the employer comes to check on the status of one of his employees.

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??: It's more of a legal thing really. He's scheduled to work on Tuesday.

???: Are you serious?

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??: Well it is the business we're in.

???: Does he know this?

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??: He will when he wakes up. Thank you for your opinion doctor, but believe me, he will be looking very foward to work.

???: I hope your company has labor laws.

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??: That better not have been a Mexican joke.

???: Good day Mr. Gonzalez.

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Carlos: Good day.

The camera opens up to show WPW Owner Carlos Gonzalez walking into the elevator on the fifth floor of the hospital. The doctor Carlos was just talking to walks into the room where former Florida State Champion Brock Goodman is lying in a hospital bed unconscious.

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Doctor: How is he nurse?

Nurse: Stable, barely. Who was that surly looking gentleman?

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Doctor: His boss, believe it or not. He expects to be back working by Tuesday night.

Nurse: I don't see how that will happen.

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Doctor: Well let's keep him under observation through the night to see how he does....

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The doctor and nurse both give each other a quick glance.

Doctor: Go get the E.R. team stat! Go now! This man's life depends on it!

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Brock Goodman's eyes flutter open very slowly, his pain appears to be gone. Brock stirs ever so slightly but has trouble opening his eyes, it's really bright out. Brock turns over on his stomach and goes to lift himself up, the ground is really soft. Brock gets up to his knees and looks around. All he can see are clouds and a bright light. As Brock sits up he sees a large golden gate, as Brock looks very confused.

Brock: You've got to be shitting me.

Brock stares at the gate until he feels a presence right behind him.

????: Funny, that's exactly what I just said.

Brock turns around slowly and looks up. Brock's eyes widen and his mouth drops a little bit.

Brock: Ben??

next rp

Brock is sitting on a cloud-like formation looking up incredulously at what appears to be Ben Whyndam.

Brock: Ben??

Ben just looks down at Brock and gives a disgusted smirk.

Brock: But aren't you...

Ben: Dead? Yeah, Brock I am.

Brock: But does that make me...

Ben: Sure looks like it doesn't it?

Brock: But how?

Ben: How should I know?

Brock: Well your here aren't you?

Ben: And whose fault is that?

Brock goes to open his mouth but shuts it quickly as he looks up at Ben.

Ben: That's what I thought.

Ben turns around and begins to walk away from Brock through the gate. Brock gets up to his feet and walks after Ben.

Brock: Hey Ben...wait.

Ben: What?

Brock: Listen, I don't know what's going on or how I got here....but I just wanted to say....I'm.....I'm.....

Ben: You're pathetic.

Brock: I'm so.........What?

Ben: You heard me.

Brock: I don't understand.

Ben: You will, but first there is one thing I want from you.

Brock: Ummm sure. Anything.

Ben turns back at Brock and smirks a bit and pushes open another set of gates to show a wrestling ring with gold ring posts and ring ropes.

Ben: A rematch.

Next Rp

Crack!

Ben Whyndam's fist smashes against the jaw of Brock Goodman. Brock swings back but misses almost as if Brock's fist went right through him. Ben connects with a huge knee right to the gut of Brock. Ben then bounces off the ropes and bulldogs Brock into the mat.

Ben: Come on Brock! Where's the guy that killed me?

Ben pulls Brock's arms upwards behind him and stomps his head into the mat.

Ben: Oh look at the big bad killer now!

Ben grinds his boot into the back of Brock's headas Brock's face smears against the canvas. Ben then performs a double stomp right to the back of Brock Goodman as Brock arches up in pain.

Brock: Fuck!

Ben: Jeez, Brock...watch the language. Look where you are.

Ben hops on the turnbuckle laying down laughing a bit as Brock is slowly getting to his feet. It seems they have drawn a crowd as Eddie Guerrero, Curt Henning, Owen Hart, Chris Benoit, and others are now crowding the ring watching Ben beat the living crap out of his murderer.

Ben: Aw what's the matter Brock? Come on! Get up!

Brock is slowly getting up eyeing the crowd and looks oddly at Benoit.

Ben: Heh, that's almost as much of a shock as you getting up here, Goodman.

As Brock gets up and turns around Ben comes flying off the top rope going for a moonsault but Brock's instincts kick in as he powerslams Ben to the mat. Brock instatnly cowers back as he just realizes what he's done. Ben is lying prone in the ring once more. The wrestlers around the ring simply stare at Brock's reaction. Ben then quickly rolls over to his front and kips up.

Ben: What's wrong Brock? You look like you've seen a ghost.

Brock: Why are you doing this?

Ben: You still haven't figured it out? Brock, I told you I want a rematch, and damn it you are going to give me a rematch.

Brock: Ben I know you want revenge but I am so sorry for what happened. It was a freak accident and I'm even sorry for exploiting it the way I have.

Ben walks right up to Brock and slaps him in the face. Brock's face truns from one of remorse to a slight grimace.

Ben: Aww bet that got under your collar didn't it?

Ben slaps Brock right in the face again as Brock's head snaps right back to look Ben in the eyes.

Ben: Brock I don't want your apologies!

Ben slaps Brock again.

Ben: I don't want your pity!

Ben slaps Brock once more as Brock is really starting to get angry.

Ben: Yeah, that's it Brock! Get angry! Get as mad as you were when we met in the ring! That's the Brock I want to see, not this whiny little chicken shit you've become!

Ben goes to slap Brock one more time but Brock grabs his arm. Brock squeezes Ben's hand as Brock is now visibly very angry. Brock's whole body is shaking with rage. The look on Ben's face goes from a brief smile when Brock blocked him to now one of pure pain. Brock squeezes the wrist harder as Ben drops to a knee.

Ben: That's.....it......Brock.....

Brock pulls Ben up to his feet and hooks his arm over his shoulder. As the wrestlers around the ring gasp, Brock quickly does a backflip and obliterates Ben with the For Now....Sleep. Brock then hooks Ben's leg, as someone slides in to make a count.

1.................2..................3

Ben: Always knew you had it in you Brock.

Brock looks down at Ben, who has a smile on his face. Brock gets up to his feet as Ben extends a hand. Brock reaches down and helps Ben up to his feet who is a bit groggy but perfectly fine.

Brock: So you don't want revenge on me for killing you?

Ben: Brock, it's not like you set out to kill me. Granted you said you were going to kill me, but we all know you meant it metaphorically.

Brock: But I mean, your family, your friends, your career.....

Ben: All of it hinged on a sport that is dangerous. I knew exactly what I was getting into when I started in this business. My family knew, my friends knew, hell I knew. And you know.

Brock: Well yeah, that's what I kept telling people. I mean, your family, Paul, the rest of the boys....

Ben: It was an accident Brock. I know that. You know that. My family was upset, you probably didn't help matters with that. Paul was upset because he was there for the start of my career. And the boys...well they're assholes who wanted to mess with you.

Brock: Well thanks Ben. That means a lot. But you know what would mean more?

Ben: What?

Brock: Best 3 out of 5?

Brock smirks a little bit as Ben and he ties up as the cameras fade to white.

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Rps for 2

• 2 sits crosslegged in the middle of the ring at the gym he usually frequents. His eyes are closed and he seems serene and focused. He is humming sofly.*

2: mmmmmmmm........

mmmmmmm.........

• Amanda heads up the steps and gets into the ring. She stops and watches her boyfreind. Her cheeks turn a little rosey as she seems to blush at how calm and soft he looks at the moment.*

Hmmmmmm.........

Hmmmmmmm........

• She moves closer to him and kneels down. She gets close to his nose before kissing him soft on the lips. She moves away as 2's eyes slowly open. He smiles at her, she returns the smile.*

Amanda: Its time baby.

• 2 nods as she moves to the corner of the ring and sets herself onto the top turnbuckle. 2 unfolds himself but stays seated on the mat.*

Isnt it amazing. The enlightenment that comes with power?

• 2 smiles softly.*

The power that is given to you, when you destory a man who thinks he is so much better then you.

A man who lays in a hospital right now. Perhaps he has learned his lesson, he will no longer underestimate me. Perhaps no one will underestimate the king anymore.

• The calm starts to fade from his eyes as he leans forward.*

I am now of royal blood. Not out of want though. No, not out of the want to be, for you are aware I am much of a loner. But out of need. Everyone saw me get assaulted before the ToC. Everyone assumed I had joined up with them simply because they came along and helped me out.

This turned out to be a mistake for all of you! Carlos sending out goons to attack me and target my title. A fools mistake that only ended up strengthening his enemies and giving me more fire that I used to cripple Brock Goodman.

• 2 takes a deep breath.*

Brock Goodman....That joke of a monster. Laid up in the hospital. The murderer, the cold blooded killer, broken and bandaged in a bed. Tube sticking out of his arms. Gauze on his face. MRIs taken to make sure I didnt turn his brain into pudding. How are you feeling killer?

How does it feel to still hold one title. The lowest title.

Former champion.

• Amanda comes back into the shot and hands 2 the hardcore title. He moves it into his left hand. She hands him the florida title. He places the florida title over his shoulder, and then lets the Hardcore title rest on his knees.*

I bet it feels no where near as good as being a double champion!

Of course you probably have no idea your not champion yet. SO I guess you will be pretty angry when you wake up from you nap. And you might even be a little more miffed to find out that for some reason WPW decided to give you another match against me. For next week!

Not only that, but its not even for the title I beat you for! Thats right buddy. You get to hobble your big retarded ass into the ring, and face me for my hardcore title! The title where its totally ok for me to hit you with more heavy painful objects! How fucking awesome is that!

• He rubs his hand across the hardcore title.*

So killer. As you lay there and dream a little dream. I will be waiting for you. Your blood is in the water and I have gone quite rabbid for it. I may seem calm right now, but I am simply holding back the feelings trying to overtake me, so that I can save it for the ring. So I can put you back in that bed for another week.

Wake up little Brock. Put on your pants. Lace up your boots. And come play with me again. I miss you already..... But make sure the hospital is aware you will be returning to them, so they will keep your bed open. I wouldnt want you to lose your place on a mistake.

• 2 pushes himself up to his feet. He lays the Hardcore title over his other shoulder, thus crossing the belts.*

Your in over your head Brock. Your a peasent in the kings court. You didnt want to bow down to me, you didnt want to willingly admit that I was your lord. So I brought you to your knees...Even more then that, I forced you to lay your nose to the floor and show everyone that I am indeed all that I proclaim to be.

King 2 wears his crown around his waist. But King 2 is greater then most kings. I have two crowns. Two crowns declaring how royal I really am.

Your blood is to thin. Your neck is to weak and your chances are far far to slim to ever pry this crown from my hands. You can try though, I dont mind at all. Another chance to show the world how worthless you really are, in a completly different division is definatly something I will enjoy doing.

But for now Brock....Sleep.

Rest up those weak and weary bones. I want you to be as strong as possible, because then I will do it all again! You have been beaten, You have been broken.....and you will relive that nightmare on Tuesday.

• Amanda comes up behind him and starts to rub his shoulders a little near his neck where the titles dont touch.*

Lets go. You need to relax before you face the big bad killer again. He will bow to you my king, your queen so commands it. Its time for dinner.

• She steps next to him and takes his hand, He nods to the camera and they head out of the ring as the camera fades out.*

Next RP

2: I keep hearing these murmers. These whispers as I work around the crew, as I help them set up, or as I get something to eat backstage. They look at me as if I did something to them. They look at me as if I have horns sticking from the top of my head.

I hear more whispers. I hear that at one point the other night, Brock Goodman flat lined. That for a quick bit he was considered dead.

I find myself figuring that is where the looks come from. As if it happens to be my fault that he was given a match against me a week after I put him in the hospital. People have started to turn towards Brock now. People have started to love the killer. He took credit for the death of another man, they cheered me, as they knew I was going to hurt him as much as possible. But it seems I went to far in some way, and the easily turned public has suddenly brought that anger down on me.

I hear whispers. I see the people talking and then turn away as I come near.

• The camera fades in and 2 has his head resting on a desk. It seems he has finally made a study in one corner of his living room. He is looking to the side, not making any eye contact with the camera.*

The murderer has been vanquished. The killer is dead. But from the ashes of that has risen a new man. A man of the people, A man who has yet to actually say anything yet the marks of the world now hang in anticipation for whatever he has to say.

The killer has been put down. And a new man has been given his crown of thorns!

2 is now the killer of WPW. King 2 has become a tyrant, The lord of death. Any man who steps into the ring with me from now on will feel the fear they once had when they saw their name next to Brocks.

• 2 finaly raises his head. Small wounds dot his forehead.*

I will bear that crown upon my head. I will be the man that all of you can boo, that all of you can scream at.

Hate me peasents! Hate your king, call me a tyrant, cheer for the weak and the poor. Pray for your saviour in Brock Goodman, the man who once held you all in fear.

Pray that he will come along and topple me from my thrown. Pray that a man who has just died and been brought back, who still lays in a hospital bed can somehow...SOMEHOW by the grace of god and all your prayers, remove the crown of thorns from my fair brow!

• 2 stands and holds is hands in front of him. his palms facing up.*

I will wear this crown to save you all. I will take your anger and hatred in order to make Brock your hero.

But to do this, your hero must fail.

He will fall again on Tuesday my peasents. And after that he will only gain more praise! He will become a martyr for you all. And I will make sure his fate seals up nicely. I will gladly nail myself to the cross I am now forced to carry. I will pull the throned crown tight around my head and march on into this battle. I will sneer at my opponent as he gulps air to hold his barely healed body together with sheer willpower.

And then as I drive him into the mat and back into a hospital bed. As I cripple his body with blow after blow. You will all stare slack jawed. Willing him to rise again to his feet to smite down your evil king.

But this will not happen. You will all cheer him as he is carried out of the building, and you will all hiss at me as I hold my crown high into the air. You will all fling your hatred at me, and I will wash away Brocks blood with your anger.....

• 2 sneers, he hands drop to the desk and he leans forward into the camera. saliva shooting from his mouth as he forces these words down everyones throats.*

Brock has payed for his sins in your eyes. Brock has atoned and has been forgiven. Now you seek a new person to burn at the stake. And I will willingly put myself in that place. Yet I will not burn! I will not fall under the pressure you place upon me.

I am your king. I am the tyrant that will make you all bow down to him!

• A calm washes over him. His words still seem to carry the same bite, but with less force put behind them.*

Brock. I will not order you put to death, it seems you have already done so. But that punishment is to easy. To much of a cop-out. You will be forever known as the man who failed to stop me twice. Once with the world against you, and once with the world on your side. I will show you that no miracle force can make you a better man then myself.

• his eyes close.*

You have been beaten, you have been broken, and you have been forced to bow before king 2.

But that is nothing like the beaten you have yet to recieve. Nothing close to how badly I will break you this time. And this time everyone will know that you have fallen to me and been forced onto your knees!

You will sleep Brock, just like you make others do. But will you awaken? Will you open your eyes for the people who now call for you? Can you become the hero they want you to be?

You will be facing a different man this week Brock. For this week I am the killer, not you. For this week you are facing king 2, tyrant of a nation. This week you face the anti-christ of wpw! All for a crown of thorns.

Is that something your willing....2......die....4?

• The camera begins to fade out slowly.*

You may wake up Brock, but the nightmare wont end just yet.

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Next RP

2: One more day.

• A line rolls up the black screen. small pulses going along with the audio.*

One more and I prove myself to my peasents. I show that I will not be dethroned so quickly after gaining power. Your hero will face me, in a match with no laws. A challange your king takes onto his shoulders without care.

I will protect my kingdom, I will guard you all, even though you all wish me harm. I will protect all of you weak people from yourselves. You see, I am the true saviour in this match.

I am the man who has ALREADY saved you all. Yet everyone watches closely as the life line of Brock Goodman slowly beeps away. His life ticks in time, time I have been nice enough to give him. But after tomorrow, Brock Goodman, You will be given time to think of your life, and of your career. You will be given the choice on weather or not you want to continue down this very dangerous path you now walk.

You will be asked if you want to go on. Perhaps be asked if you want a rematch for my new Florida title. I now tell you that this question should be simply answered as this:

No.

• The line starts to fuzz out as an actual image fills the screen. 2 sits in front of a small poor quality camera, probably a webcam connected to his computer.*

It is your fate to be forever known as a former champion. A man who held his title for ONE defense and lost to one of the greatest in WPW history.

How does that make you feel Brock? I would like you to show me how that makes you feel. Show me tomorrow. Let it all out, leave it all out there and see if its enough to stop me. See if you can be the man to finally end what is the most prolific and decorated streak for a hardcore champion. See if you can do the thing that no one, from the bottom of the card to the top of the card could do so far!

See if you can make King 2, bow to your.

• 2 adjusts the camera, not that it helps the quality any.*

Your lord invites you to bring everything you have Goodman. Because that is what its going to take to get the title from me. You might even have to accidently kill me.

Yes, thats right Brock. I again attack your "murder". Because I still beleive you want to take credit for it. That you still want people to fear you for it. The only thing they should fear is your clumsy style and your brainless zombie like movement.

People should not fear you for something you could never pull off on purpose. People should not fear a man who has failed over and over again to get ANYWHERE in this company, and it took someone walking away from a title to finally reach high enough to grab ahold of a title. Only to lose it as soon as possible to the very man who nearly won it in the first place....

• 2 pulls the web cam even closer to his face.*

You see Brock. What I am trying to tell you is this: People will learn to not fear you. They will finally realise your just a huge failure. the biggest baddest LOSER in WPW today.

And they will learn your not a hero, your not a martyr and your not a threat to the throne.

My crown of thorns is still tight around my head. I still carry the cross down the rocky path towards the ring. The man who will be nailed up for all to see will not be myself. Brock, I am going to nail you up, I am going to put you on the cross and let all of WPW see that your nothing but a thief. I am the savior of the division that was unlucky enough to have you as champion for a short time. While you are mearly the thief who has stolen a mention after my name.

Everyone looks to have you come out on top. They all want you to pull through and finally beat me, to take away the hardcore title I have held for so long. But as soon as you lose, as soon as they see you where no where near good enough to handle the mission. They will turn backs on you again. You will be hated again.

And I will laugh.

When you are forced to bow to me. To see me as your better, as your king. That will be the moment of all moments to date. That will be the reality I have tried to create for so long. I am royal blood, Brock. You are but a mutt, a basterd pup off the streets having to beg for tv time and title shots.

You will be beaten again. You will be broken again.

And that is something....2.....die....4!

• The screen slowly fades back into the scrolling line.*

I wait for you in my kingdom Brock. The gates are open and the bridge is down. No one will help me Brock. It will be you and me, no holds barred. The entire arena at our hands. Everything we could imagine as tools.

A dream come true.

• End*

All done!