Post by "The" Kobra on Aug 19, 2007 14:41:32 GMT -5
Welcome to the void, people.
This is my home, my sanctuary. This is my refuge from the world so chaotic. This is my haven from both insane and sane alike. Sometimes it’s even a haven from myself. For because this is not the real world, the rules of the real world do not apply here. I am able to do so much more than my physical and mental limitations allow me to back on the planet we call Earth.
A quick look around the place reveals very little. Actually, it reveals nothing. The only thing visible to the naked eye is the color white. Everything is white. There are no rooms, doors or floors, no roves, windows or exits. Up, down, left, right, forwards and backwards, everything is simply white. A separate dimension from Earth. A dimension accessible only to one individual and the four others who inhabit it and are called at his command.
Oh, and naturally, the individual himself is visible, although it is not the real individual, simply a copy in his memory that is used to contact the other four. And when he calls, they come. A simple thought is all it takes to summon them, and they appear close to instantaneously.
The individual himself is The Chosen One, "The Cure" Kobra. Kobra is dressed in the clothes his physical form is wearing at the time, which happen to be an unbuttoned white shirt, which waves in the air behind him, regardless of the fact there is no wind, and a set of maroon trousers. These trousers are very important to Kobra, a memory of his past. Both fronts of the legs have tears in them from the knee to close to the bottom of the leg. And the gap these tears leave reveals two scars on the front of Kobra's legs, which are even more important. But that’s a story for another time, and one for him, and not I, to tell. Kobra's hair is long and Brown, and it flows behind him down to shoulder length, untied, which is different than the norm for Kobra. Kobra also seems to have a necklace of some sort around his neck, and a blue sapphire-studded cross hangs just below the v of his upper body. His usual blue hoody still on him as if his trademarc identity.
People always say it’s my eyes that distinguish me. I’ve never noticed, to be honest. Ever since the Crusade, I’ve kept my red contacts out. The fiery red desire in my eyes that once poisoned me are now removed.
They just feel… out of place.
And at his call, the four start to appear. The first to materialize from nowhere is the same height at Kobra, and wearing the same torn maroon pants. His eyes also glimmer greenish grey like the real version’s. However, the rest of his appearance is vastly different. His shirt is still unbuttoned, but is a dark crimson rather than white, and is long sleeved compared to the real version’s short sleeved. His hair is also shorter, tied back, and is not the pure white of the current version but a much more blonde highlighted colour. Maroon gloves adorn his wrists and a long fringe covers the upper half of his face, which leaves very little to see that is not maroon or crimson in some manner. His stance is stiff, but relaxed, an inner calm feeling emanates from him. As for your retirement. This retirement will be wher eyou finally retire as a "Cured" man. Same as Brian Variety did.
The Beast that once pleagued me. The time in my life where I lost everything and stopped at nothing to get it all back. To get my championships, my house, my life… and my daughter. Perhaps the most lonely time of my life, inspired by two rivals that left the scars I carry on my legs today. i had lost everything back then even my own father. I ha dlost my own memories of my past. Corperal Punishment could never understand this. being consume dby your own poison for glory and then allowing abeast you kept hidden within to further poison your mind. It consumed me and the one nobile freed me from it's grasp. i was The Beast no longer. I had lost my memories but thanks to Pan...i mean Jessica. I finally remmeebr who i was...and yet i still remain who i am. I am still a cure...THE Cure. Here to free you all from the venom that now poisons you. I freed Brian Variety and Now Corperal Punishment come sand speaks negatively about The Almighty. calls him a pupper master. I chose to follow him becaus ehe took me in when i ha dnothign and nobody he nurtured em and cared for me and restore dmy dream. He gave me hope. You weren't there. he gav eme his protection, his grace, his glory, his love for his fellow man. I follow his will as my own choice. he never forced anythign on me i didn't want. You however are soemwhat the same. i follow The Almighty for the good of everyone and you follow Makaveli for the good of his assets and yourself. you to have been tainted by the same poisons Brian Variety, Justin Evans, and Garvin Gyaos have. You are no diffrent. you preach a good game but in the end you are just as much infected as they are. fact is Mr Corperal. I should have won that contract. thanks to you i didn't. If you really were as you said...trying to put me over and think i am the future then why ruin such a great calibur of match, why do a run in and spoil such a historic event, why not jsu tscrew me ove rbut also disappoint all these fans. Sir i respect you as an athelete. bBut you ruined a very historic event and for that i can never forgive you. Not because i lsot my big oppertunity as much as you just destroyed such an momentous event. Ask anyone..what you did is considered by any fan...deplorible.
The second to materialize is a much younger version of Kobra. He is in his late teens, perhaps eighteen or nineteen, and wears a grey set of jeans along with a grey soccer jersey that reads Index Five on the front and has ‘Kobra"on the back in football-style block letters, along with a big number one. His hair is short and blonde, and his eyes are full of energy that all teenagers carry. His smile is cocky, and a championship belt is wrapped around his waist, reading ‘XWWA World Champion’. His stance shows him to be perhaps a little overconfident, but there is something in his aura that seems to think maybe he can back it up.
Index Five. The happiest time of my life… until we split up. Scott and Jess remained loyal to me… but Chris killed himself, and Dispair blamed me before leaving. But the times we shared… they were what inspired me. What drove me. Another part in what made me who I am. Such glorious days those were. i wa sstill os young and brooding and yet i still bakce dmyself up even in a tight spot but i still ha dthe poison i now see to be wrong.
A third figure materializes, although is much, much shorter than the other three. Just a child of about ten or eleven, the very young Kobra has deep hazel, curious eyes, and wild browne hair, but his smile is strange, for reasons that no-one could visibly discern. His clothes are any kid’s clothes, a pair of shorts and a bright blue t-shirt. There seems to be a lot more to him than meets the eye, although once again it is almost impossible to read into him.
The day my dad encouraged me afte rsitting downa nd talkingto about my dream of becoming a wrestler… I never told him I loved him. But two days later, he died of a gretaness afte rhis own followers burnt him alive qnd eys everyone should know i lvoed my father and yes The Almighty helped burn him. So did Jessica.
I never told him how much I loved him.
My mother cared for me, but it was her parting words as I left for Xtreme American Wrestling Organization that meant the most of all to me. She gave me a quote from Sun Tzu’s “Art of War” in which my father used to quote many times in his younger days. She said: ‘Victorious warriors win and then go to war, while defeated warriors go to war and then seek to win’.
I was determined to prove my father wrong. My earliest inspiration. He always thought i would never equal his legacy and was always harsh and cruel when it cam eto wrestling.
And finally, a few seconds later, and after an awkward pause between the four Kobra already there, the last figure appears. He is the same height as the real Kobra, but has much shorter hair, which is brown, and he appears much more on the slender side. His shirt is a bright blue colour and his wrestling tights read ‘The Great Beast’, in bright white letters along the side of black. His eyes are still hazel, and filled with more energy than would seem humanly possible, overall he looks like he may have swallowed a whole box of caffeine pills.
And the The Great beast. My first rising expedition into the real wrestling world. I believed, so much, that fate and destiny would drive me to victory, but they didn’t, and when it fell apart and I became the The Devine One, the The Great Beast's thoughts left me too.
But now… I’ve got control over my mind. My Beast is Vanquished and i ha dlost my very memories. and now...now so much.
Here’s the deal, for those of you that don’t understand. My name is Kobra...Simply just Kobra. That should be clear enough. But my main problem that I’ve had with wrestling is my personality. It changes, sometimes violently, not always how I want it to. But lately… lately I’ve learned to control it. And the White Void… that’s the key to it. I can summon the void whenever I need to and I can call upon any of the four main figures of my past self. They give me what they think I need – a certain attitude towards a match, advice on life in general, anything that that personality gave to me when it was my sole controller. The fact that there’s five of us, all named Kobra, forces us to have different names. but now they all have disipate dinto the void of darkness within em and been cured intoallowing em to be who i truely was emant to be all along, not a demon, not a beast, not a lust filled power hog, and not a want to be thug...just Kobra. The Cure to your venoms and poisons.
The child is Little One. For some reason, he talks only in song lyrics. We’ve never figured out why, but it’s always relevant and when he speaks, we listen.
The second youngest, the teenager, is The Bomb Representative for the days of Index Five, a stable with four close friends in a regional federation.
The wild one is The Demon. Simple enough to understand, and although he’s loud, he comes up with something meaningful every now and then.
The crimson one is The Great Beast. He talks his fair share but he’s the smarter of the four. And he’s got very good advice, too. Even when i am not The Beast and just cocky its still him just not fully. but the last one The final form is a limbo between my beast and me as you see me now.
And finally there’s me. The ‘real’ Kobra. But we’re all Kobra, so I can’t take that name. No, I’m The Cure, therefore my name here is Wrath because The "LORD" has sent me to giv ehis wrath unto people like you Corperal Relaxation.
The five Kobras stand in a circle, not speaking until Wrath asks them to. Which doesn’t take too long.
Wrath: A new beginning.
The Beast: It’s about time, too, Wrath. You’ve been stuck around the same people for too long, you’ve only been opening old wounds. It was a good decision in my opinion.
The Demon: Do you know who you’re facing?
Typical Bomb. Always getting straight to the point.
Wrath: Corperal Punishment.
Bomb:: A no-name?
Wrath: A struggling soul, just like me, accept he has the venom, Bomb. Don’t be foolish. One of the stupidest mistakes you can ever make is underestimating someone.
Bomb nods to himself, grinning.
Bomb: He’s a no-name.
Demon: Well, so is Wrath in this situation, so shut your mouth unless you’ve got something important to say.
Bomb, however right he may think he is, respects Demon, so he’ll usually shut up when he’s told to.
Wrath: Any advice?
Bomb walks up to Wrath and puts his hand on his shoulder.
Bomb: Remember, Wrath – Victorious warriors win, then go to war. You know the drill.
And Bomb promptly disappears, leaving only four Kobras standing. Beast shrugs his shoulders and fades quickly. Demon nods to Kobra, and acknowledges the scars on his legs before disappearing as well. Wrath is left alone in the white void with Little One, who is looking into the distance. Little One, however, does turn to Wrath, and Wrath kneels down to Little One’s eye level.
Little One: If we go, we go the distance – we go all out.
The words from ‘I’ll Sleep When I’m Dead’ by The Wedding rest in Wrath's head as Little One smiles and then vanishes. With the five Kobra's conference over quickly, Wrath, too, disappears, and the white void vanishes as the real world returns.
Sunny day, blue skies. A wooden cubby house in the backyard. A swingset that hangs over a child’s sandpit. A small swimming pool. Images that any child would see as instant perfection. But Amber Mysterious. Kobra's genius eight year old daughter, is not interested in such trivial matters. Amber is typing away furiously at a laptop inside the house, in a small room which is overcrowded with pieces of machinery that don’t even have names, because they’re Amber's inventions. The most prominent one has an aerial that protrudes through the roof tiles and into the sky a few meters above the house, some sort of transmitter and receiver. The device, labeled "HWS" back in the small room, is Amber's most important and greatest invention. By hacking into every network, in every country in all the world, and keeping records of every conversation or message sent by anyone anywhere, Amber is able to keep track of any mentions of the name of Kobra. Anything that brings up the name is instantly put into a tape recording that is filed away for Amber's own use. Amber alerts her father whenever the HWS picks up a reading, but it has been surprisingly inactive for the past few days. Kobra has had a week off from wrestling commitments in other places, and as such his opponents, or lack thereof, have had little to say about him. A few mentions come up on the readout, with names such as Amber and Cassie, Kobra's two daughters, coming up frequently, and Jessica and The Almighty aka LORD also appearing as the other two names, both of them familiar to the Kobra family as they are two of Kobra's friends in and out of the ring. Amber continues typing furiously, thinking only LORD-knows-what, as Kobra returns to his real world consciousness.
Come back to Earth Kobra.
Trampoline springs bounce.
Am I awake again?
Of course you are. It’s necessary.
The mat comes to a halt.
Why can’t I stay asleep?
Because you’re needed, Kobra.
Spread-eagled on the black surface.
For what? Why me?
Because you’re the only one that can save us.
Because you’re the only one that can save yourself.
Prepare for the trials, Kobra. They will come soon.
The Rules.
1. The game belongs to Kobra. It always belongs to Kobra, and rules are subject to change at his command.
2. If you do not read the rules, Kobra has already won the game.
3. The goal of the game is to win. Nothing less, although more can be added.
4. If you try to play the game with different rules, you lose.
5. If you are pinned or submit or lose to Kobra according to the rules of wrestling, you lose.
6. If you spend your time mocking Kobra during the game, you lose.
7. If you do not find Kobra's weakness, you lose.
8. If you try to play by your own strengths and fail to even attempt to locate Kobra’s weakness, you lose.
9. Respect is automatically given to the winner of the game. Respect beforehand is not necessary, but is welcome from both sides.
10. If you spent your time reading this, my opponent, you have already lost. There can be no wasted time when fighting me.
Signed,
"The Cure" Kobra.
Creator of the Game.
Wrath: last words too the wise corperal. I know you mgiht have failed boot camp and lost you wrestling dreams. but i still dream of a brighter future and onc e i have shown you the light an d glory the LORD brings. yo uwill understand what i am here too accomplish and the mission i must at any cost complete. you can do your worst to me and it will not stop me. i have ben stabbed beaten teamed hit with brutal weapon shots and i still have remained strong. sir unless you have a tank in you garage this match will be about mroe than wrestling. See you brought the Wrath out of me and i only do this when someone steps far enough ove rth eline and ruins such a great match as the one it could have been if peopel liek you would have stayed out. you claim yo usee the future in me and want to put me over and yet if this was true then you would not have ruined such a great and classical matcha nd a match wher e i could have actualy shown how fa r i could go. you didn't ruin my title shot. you ruiend a wrestling match. One the fans would have sincerely enjoyed. The fans loved that match up until you decided toruin it entirely. you my friend have become almost as bad as makaveli whome now is hiding out somehwere to save himself form suspicion. you Corperal have alot to answer for. now you will not only be "CURED" but you shall also feel the Almighty's 'Wrath", this sunday liv eon Pay-Per-Veiw i will do th ejustice these people deserve and restore th ehonor you destroyed in my wrestling ability and my determination as a true competitor. i Hope you understand this tiem you will staring me down in a matcha nd not cheap shoting me while i'm giivng my heart and soul to the very company you single handedly want to destroy. oh and By the Way. i wish you the best of luck Corperal. May this match please the Almighty and please these great wrestling fans.
"Scene fades to black"
End Scene
OOC sorry so late. rough weak and short on free time ill try too have one mroe done but you know personal affairs can be. also this was kinda rushed so forgive typo central over here.
This is my home, my sanctuary. This is my refuge from the world so chaotic. This is my haven from both insane and sane alike. Sometimes it’s even a haven from myself. For because this is not the real world, the rules of the real world do not apply here. I am able to do so much more than my physical and mental limitations allow me to back on the planet we call Earth.
A quick look around the place reveals very little. Actually, it reveals nothing. The only thing visible to the naked eye is the color white. Everything is white. There are no rooms, doors or floors, no roves, windows or exits. Up, down, left, right, forwards and backwards, everything is simply white. A separate dimension from Earth. A dimension accessible only to one individual and the four others who inhabit it and are called at his command.
Oh, and naturally, the individual himself is visible, although it is not the real individual, simply a copy in his memory that is used to contact the other four. And when he calls, they come. A simple thought is all it takes to summon them, and they appear close to instantaneously.
The individual himself is The Chosen One, "The Cure" Kobra. Kobra is dressed in the clothes his physical form is wearing at the time, which happen to be an unbuttoned white shirt, which waves in the air behind him, regardless of the fact there is no wind, and a set of maroon trousers. These trousers are very important to Kobra, a memory of his past. Both fronts of the legs have tears in them from the knee to close to the bottom of the leg. And the gap these tears leave reveals two scars on the front of Kobra's legs, which are even more important. But that’s a story for another time, and one for him, and not I, to tell. Kobra's hair is long and Brown, and it flows behind him down to shoulder length, untied, which is different than the norm for Kobra. Kobra also seems to have a necklace of some sort around his neck, and a blue sapphire-studded cross hangs just below the v of his upper body. His usual blue hoody still on him as if his trademarc identity.
People always say it’s my eyes that distinguish me. I’ve never noticed, to be honest. Ever since the Crusade, I’ve kept my red contacts out. The fiery red desire in my eyes that once poisoned me are now removed.
They just feel… out of place.
And at his call, the four start to appear. The first to materialize from nowhere is the same height at Kobra, and wearing the same torn maroon pants. His eyes also glimmer greenish grey like the real version’s. However, the rest of his appearance is vastly different. His shirt is still unbuttoned, but is a dark crimson rather than white, and is long sleeved compared to the real version’s short sleeved. His hair is also shorter, tied back, and is not the pure white of the current version but a much more blonde highlighted colour. Maroon gloves adorn his wrists and a long fringe covers the upper half of his face, which leaves very little to see that is not maroon or crimson in some manner. His stance is stiff, but relaxed, an inner calm feeling emanates from him. As for your retirement. This retirement will be wher eyou finally retire as a "Cured" man. Same as Brian Variety did.
The Beast that once pleagued me. The time in my life where I lost everything and stopped at nothing to get it all back. To get my championships, my house, my life… and my daughter. Perhaps the most lonely time of my life, inspired by two rivals that left the scars I carry on my legs today. i had lost everything back then even my own father. I ha dlost my own memories of my past. Corperal Punishment could never understand this. being consume dby your own poison for glory and then allowing abeast you kept hidden within to further poison your mind. It consumed me and the one nobile freed me from it's grasp. i was The Beast no longer. I had lost my memories but thanks to Pan...i mean Jessica. I finally remmeebr who i was...and yet i still remain who i am. I am still a cure...THE Cure. Here to free you all from the venom that now poisons you. I freed Brian Variety and Now Corperal Punishment come sand speaks negatively about The Almighty. calls him a pupper master. I chose to follow him becaus ehe took me in when i ha dnothign and nobody he nurtured em and cared for me and restore dmy dream. He gave me hope. You weren't there. he gav eme his protection, his grace, his glory, his love for his fellow man. I follow his will as my own choice. he never forced anythign on me i didn't want. You however are soemwhat the same. i follow The Almighty for the good of everyone and you follow Makaveli for the good of his assets and yourself. you to have been tainted by the same poisons Brian Variety, Justin Evans, and Garvin Gyaos have. You are no diffrent. you preach a good game but in the end you are just as much infected as they are. fact is Mr Corperal. I should have won that contract. thanks to you i didn't. If you really were as you said...trying to put me over and think i am the future then why ruin such a great calibur of match, why do a run in and spoil such a historic event, why not jsu tscrew me ove rbut also disappoint all these fans. Sir i respect you as an athelete. bBut you ruined a very historic event and for that i can never forgive you. Not because i lsot my big oppertunity as much as you just destroyed such an momentous event. Ask anyone..what you did is considered by any fan...deplorible.
The second to materialize is a much younger version of Kobra. He is in his late teens, perhaps eighteen or nineteen, and wears a grey set of jeans along with a grey soccer jersey that reads Index Five on the front and has ‘Kobra"on the back in football-style block letters, along with a big number one. His hair is short and blonde, and his eyes are full of energy that all teenagers carry. His smile is cocky, and a championship belt is wrapped around his waist, reading ‘XWWA World Champion’. His stance shows him to be perhaps a little overconfident, but there is something in his aura that seems to think maybe he can back it up.
Index Five. The happiest time of my life… until we split up. Scott and Jess remained loyal to me… but Chris killed himself, and Dispair blamed me before leaving. But the times we shared… they were what inspired me. What drove me. Another part in what made me who I am. Such glorious days those were. i wa sstill os young and brooding and yet i still bakce dmyself up even in a tight spot but i still ha dthe poison i now see to be wrong.
A third figure materializes, although is much, much shorter than the other three. Just a child of about ten or eleven, the very young Kobra has deep hazel, curious eyes, and wild browne hair, but his smile is strange, for reasons that no-one could visibly discern. His clothes are any kid’s clothes, a pair of shorts and a bright blue t-shirt. There seems to be a lot more to him than meets the eye, although once again it is almost impossible to read into him.
The day my dad encouraged me afte rsitting downa nd talkingto about my dream of becoming a wrestler… I never told him I loved him. But two days later, he died of a gretaness afte rhis own followers burnt him alive qnd eys everyone should know i lvoed my father and yes The Almighty helped burn him. So did Jessica.
I never told him how much I loved him.
My mother cared for me, but it was her parting words as I left for Xtreme American Wrestling Organization that meant the most of all to me. She gave me a quote from Sun Tzu’s “Art of War” in which my father used to quote many times in his younger days. She said: ‘Victorious warriors win and then go to war, while defeated warriors go to war and then seek to win’.
I was determined to prove my father wrong. My earliest inspiration. He always thought i would never equal his legacy and was always harsh and cruel when it cam eto wrestling.
And finally, a few seconds later, and after an awkward pause between the four Kobra already there, the last figure appears. He is the same height as the real Kobra, but has much shorter hair, which is brown, and he appears much more on the slender side. His shirt is a bright blue colour and his wrestling tights read ‘The Great Beast’, in bright white letters along the side of black. His eyes are still hazel, and filled with more energy than would seem humanly possible, overall he looks like he may have swallowed a whole box of caffeine pills.
And the The Great beast. My first rising expedition into the real wrestling world. I believed, so much, that fate and destiny would drive me to victory, but they didn’t, and when it fell apart and I became the The Devine One, the The Great Beast's thoughts left me too.
But now… I’ve got control over my mind. My Beast is Vanquished and i ha dlost my very memories. and now...now so much.
Here’s the deal, for those of you that don’t understand. My name is Kobra...Simply just Kobra. That should be clear enough. But my main problem that I’ve had with wrestling is my personality. It changes, sometimes violently, not always how I want it to. But lately… lately I’ve learned to control it. And the White Void… that’s the key to it. I can summon the void whenever I need to and I can call upon any of the four main figures of my past self. They give me what they think I need – a certain attitude towards a match, advice on life in general, anything that that personality gave to me when it was my sole controller. The fact that there’s five of us, all named Kobra, forces us to have different names. but now they all have disipate dinto the void of darkness within em and been cured intoallowing em to be who i truely was emant to be all along, not a demon, not a beast, not a lust filled power hog, and not a want to be thug...just Kobra. The Cure to your venoms and poisons.
The child is Little One. For some reason, he talks only in song lyrics. We’ve never figured out why, but it’s always relevant and when he speaks, we listen.
The second youngest, the teenager, is The Bomb Representative for the days of Index Five, a stable with four close friends in a regional federation.
The wild one is The Demon. Simple enough to understand, and although he’s loud, he comes up with something meaningful every now and then.
The crimson one is The Great Beast. He talks his fair share but he’s the smarter of the four. And he’s got very good advice, too. Even when i am not The Beast and just cocky its still him just not fully. but the last one The final form is a limbo between my beast and me as you see me now.
And finally there’s me. The ‘real’ Kobra. But we’re all Kobra, so I can’t take that name. No, I’m The Cure, therefore my name here is Wrath because The "LORD" has sent me to giv ehis wrath unto people like you Corperal Relaxation.
The five Kobras stand in a circle, not speaking until Wrath asks them to. Which doesn’t take too long.
Wrath: A new beginning.
The Beast: It’s about time, too, Wrath. You’ve been stuck around the same people for too long, you’ve only been opening old wounds. It was a good decision in my opinion.
The Demon: Do you know who you’re facing?
Typical Bomb. Always getting straight to the point.
Wrath: Corperal Punishment.
Bomb:: A no-name?
Wrath: A struggling soul, just like me, accept he has the venom, Bomb. Don’t be foolish. One of the stupidest mistakes you can ever make is underestimating someone.
Bomb nods to himself, grinning.
Bomb: He’s a no-name.
Demon: Well, so is Wrath in this situation, so shut your mouth unless you’ve got something important to say.
Bomb, however right he may think he is, respects Demon, so he’ll usually shut up when he’s told to.
Wrath: Any advice?
Bomb walks up to Wrath and puts his hand on his shoulder.
Bomb: Remember, Wrath – Victorious warriors win, then go to war. You know the drill.
And Bomb promptly disappears, leaving only four Kobras standing. Beast shrugs his shoulders and fades quickly. Demon nods to Kobra, and acknowledges the scars on his legs before disappearing as well. Wrath is left alone in the white void with Little One, who is looking into the distance. Little One, however, does turn to Wrath, and Wrath kneels down to Little One’s eye level.
Little One: If we go, we go the distance – we go all out.
The words from ‘I’ll Sleep When I’m Dead’ by The Wedding rest in Wrath's head as Little One smiles and then vanishes. With the five Kobra's conference over quickly, Wrath, too, disappears, and the white void vanishes as the real world returns.
Sunny day, blue skies. A wooden cubby house in the backyard. A swingset that hangs over a child’s sandpit. A small swimming pool. Images that any child would see as instant perfection. But Amber Mysterious. Kobra's genius eight year old daughter, is not interested in such trivial matters. Amber is typing away furiously at a laptop inside the house, in a small room which is overcrowded with pieces of machinery that don’t even have names, because they’re Amber's inventions. The most prominent one has an aerial that protrudes through the roof tiles and into the sky a few meters above the house, some sort of transmitter and receiver. The device, labeled "HWS" back in the small room, is Amber's most important and greatest invention. By hacking into every network, in every country in all the world, and keeping records of every conversation or message sent by anyone anywhere, Amber is able to keep track of any mentions of the name of Kobra. Anything that brings up the name is instantly put into a tape recording that is filed away for Amber's own use. Amber alerts her father whenever the HWS picks up a reading, but it has been surprisingly inactive for the past few days. Kobra has had a week off from wrestling commitments in other places, and as such his opponents, or lack thereof, have had little to say about him. A few mentions come up on the readout, with names such as Amber and Cassie, Kobra's two daughters, coming up frequently, and Jessica and The Almighty aka LORD also appearing as the other two names, both of them familiar to the Kobra family as they are two of Kobra's friends in and out of the ring. Amber continues typing furiously, thinking only LORD-knows-what, as Kobra returns to his real world consciousness.
Come back to Earth Kobra.
Trampoline springs bounce.
Am I awake again?
Of course you are. It’s necessary.
The mat comes to a halt.
Why can’t I stay asleep?
Because you’re needed, Kobra.
Spread-eagled on the black surface.
For what? Why me?
Because you’re the only one that can save us.
Because you’re the only one that can save yourself.
Prepare for the trials, Kobra. They will come soon.
The Rules.
1. The game belongs to Kobra. It always belongs to Kobra, and rules are subject to change at his command.
2. If you do not read the rules, Kobra has already won the game.
3. The goal of the game is to win. Nothing less, although more can be added.
4. If you try to play the game with different rules, you lose.
5. If you are pinned or submit or lose to Kobra according to the rules of wrestling, you lose.
6. If you spend your time mocking Kobra during the game, you lose.
7. If you do not find Kobra's weakness, you lose.
8. If you try to play by your own strengths and fail to even attempt to locate Kobra’s weakness, you lose.
9. Respect is automatically given to the winner of the game. Respect beforehand is not necessary, but is welcome from both sides.
10. If you spent your time reading this, my opponent, you have already lost. There can be no wasted time when fighting me.
Signed,
"The Cure" Kobra.
Creator of the Game.
Wrath: last words too the wise corperal. I know you mgiht have failed boot camp and lost you wrestling dreams. but i still dream of a brighter future and onc e i have shown you the light an d glory the LORD brings. yo uwill understand what i am here too accomplish and the mission i must at any cost complete. you can do your worst to me and it will not stop me. i have ben stabbed beaten teamed hit with brutal weapon shots and i still have remained strong. sir unless you have a tank in you garage this match will be about mroe than wrestling. See you brought the Wrath out of me and i only do this when someone steps far enough ove rth eline and ruins such a great match as the one it could have been if peopel liek you would have stayed out. you claim yo usee the future in me and want to put me over and yet if this was true then you would not have ruined such a great and classical matcha nd a match wher e i could have actualy shown how fa r i could go. you didn't ruin my title shot. you ruiend a wrestling match. One the fans would have sincerely enjoyed. The fans loved that match up until you decided toruin it entirely. you my friend have become almost as bad as makaveli whome now is hiding out somehwere to save himself form suspicion. you Corperal have alot to answer for. now you will not only be "CURED" but you shall also feel the Almighty's 'Wrath", this sunday liv eon Pay-Per-Veiw i will do th ejustice these people deserve and restore th ehonor you destroyed in my wrestling ability and my determination as a true competitor. i Hope you understand this tiem you will staring me down in a matcha nd not cheap shoting me while i'm giivng my heart and soul to the very company you single handedly want to destroy. oh and By the Way. i wish you the best of luck Corperal. May this match please the Almighty and please these great wrestling fans.
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OOC sorry so late. rough weak and short on free time ill try too have one mroe done but you know personal affairs can be. also this was kinda rushed so forgive typo central over here.
