$ The Cure Is Back $

["The" Kobra]

Scene opens to a shot of Kobra sitting at what seems to be The Pool Terrace of the luxurious Mansion on Turtle Creek. Sitting on the table in front of him is a fully customized, silver-colored, 15”/2.4GHz Apple MacBookPro emblazoned with his signature logo on the back of it's screen, which he is typing away on. The camera view swings to an angle in which the screen of the laptop is in sight, revealing a posting page of XVI's official website: www.xvintent.com. The content that Kobra has been typing isn’t that visible, but what is noticeable is the amount of text that has already been inputted, as he continues to type away. Suddenly, another figure steps into the shot. The camera zooms out to reveal the former leader of the DWA wrestling developemental crew., Dr. Jessica Nash, standing directly behind the chair that her prodigy is currently occupying, and staring at what Kobra is doing on his laptop. Jess then clears her throat to attract her former stable-mates attention, who is completely oblivious to Jessica Nash's presence.

Jessica: (clears throat)

Kobra: Then what exactly took you so long, my friend?

Jessica: Business matters involving the new H.W.S. recruits, which we should be discussing soon. As well as contemplating the strategy of your bout at Side Effect against that covetous coward, Brian Variety.

Kobra: Fair enough. Let me just finish up here real quick.

Kobra shifts his attention back on to his laptop once again, and resumes his typing from earlier.

Jessica: May ask what exactly you are typing?

Kobra: Good question, mi amiga. It relates to my “I Quit” match against the hypicritical nun, Romero Martinez in developemental wrestling so i could return back too XVI and how if he had won he'd be here instead of me.

Jessica: In what way, precisely?

Kobra: No need, sis. I’ll explain it to you sometime during our training session and H.W.S. discussion.

Kobra starts to wind down with his typing, nearing completion.

Kobra: Amazing people isn’t that hard for me, Brian. But forgive me for feeling disappointed for not being able to break through your mental barrier before our big match. I'm sure you were hoping that it would’ve gotten you pissed off, at least a bit. Oh well. I hope my next attempt fairs much better though.

Brian: Go ahead and try your worst, Mr. Bra. My will is much too strong.

Kobra: That’s cool and all, but I’m going to have to cut this convo short. See ya on Monday, Brian! (hangs up)

Brian lowers the phone from his ear, and notices another message waiting for him (the camera goes to an over the shoulder angle aiming directly at the iPhone).

You have 1 new message!
Type: Text
From: Kobra


Brian goes to view the text message, which reads:

“Being defeated is often a temperary condition. Giving up is what makes it permanent.”
-Marilyn vos Savant


Then suddenly, Brian's iPhone begins to blink uncontrollably before completely shutting off. As the camera returns to a side view, the perplexed look as he attempts to turn his iPhone back on using different methods, but to no avail. After a few seconds of trying, a message scrolls on the iPhone screen saying (over the shoulder angle):

“UNLIKE YOUR INFECTED IPHONE, BRIAN - YOU WILL BE CURED...”


(Back to side view) After reading the cryptic scrolling text on his now damaged iPhone screen, an enraged Brian then heaves the device against the wall in front of him, as the scene fades to black.

To Be Continued

OOC i know its short. been my first rp in awhile and ill do alot more to get my groove back. laso if the writers dont mind, could you use the mysterious women Jessica and H.w.S. in results if it's not to much trouble. i am going too build an in-roleplay storyline if that's not against the rules.

["The" Kobra]

"The scene opens back up on the unbearable Texas sun beamed down onto Kobra's head cover with his blue jacket hodded head. Scorching heat must be around that ungodly 100 degrees mark, making Dallas feel like Satan’s personal vacation spot. With only hours away from his Side Effect return he needed to unwind. Yet walking down the sidewalks, Kobra received a multitude of dirty and awkward looks. Why? More than likely because he was wearing a New York Giants Jacket. Isn’t that a bitch? The biggest match of your career thus far and you have to do a house show beforehand in a city you’ve despised for most of your life. Life has a funny way of dealing the cards sometimes. Kobra continued his stroll through the city absorbing all the sights and sounds. He rather enjoyed traveling across the states. But it wasn’t long until something had caught his eye. Standing in front of a local shop, the neon green sign flashing open. Looking up at the store name, “Texas Tats,” written in large flaming letters. Kobra looked down at this bare right forearm something was missing.}}

Kobra: Know what…why the hell not.

"Grabbing hold of the metal door handle he swung open the door and entered the shop. Nothing was more satisfying than the feeling of air condition. It was a rather large tattoo parlor with the walls covered in enormous amounts of artwork. A rather large suit of armor near the rear of the store covered in graffiti. Lets not forget it had air condition. Kobra looked over at the solid wood counter, no one behind it. Was anyone even here? Suddenly a figure popped from behind the counter in plain view. She seemed like the only person working the parlor at the moment. Kobra couldn’t help noticing that the entirety of her left arm was covered in tattoos. Seemingly the only visible artwork on her body. But those eyes stuck out immediately. She had piercing green eyes unlike he had ever seen. It wasn’t long until the silence needed to be broken. Surprisingly it was Kobra to do it noticing whome it was behind the counter without her usual rubber face masks, face paint, or other masks."

Jessica: Howdy, yes we do still say that. Now I am assuming you’re here for the air conditioning but any interest in getting a tattoo? "she says in a mocking texan voice."

Kobra: As enjoyable as this manufactured breeze may feel. I’m actually here to have a needle shoved painfully into my skin.

Jessica: When you put it like that how can I resist!? But seriously your making my day right like you wouldn’t believe. Dieing of boredom with nobody i can severely hurt in here, but anyway what you got in mind, partner?

"With that Kobra approached the counter but he couldn’t resist noticing her obvious cleavage. Sorry I’m a guy. The two discussed the design alterations, color, placements, the entire nine yards. It wasn’t long until the decision was made. Kobra followed her over to a rather comfortable leather chair and took his seat. Holding out his right forearm surveying the sketch of the tattoo that had been placed on it. It wasn’t long until he heard the buzz of the needle continuing to get louder as it approached his skin. Like his other three pieces of skin work there was some discomfort when the needle first touched. It didn’t last long though, all he had to do was sit back and relax."

Kobra: This place get a lot of business?

Jessica: Are you kidding? After that damn Miami Ink phenomenon, people be more than happy to pass right through here for Florida. Some boom. Its crippled us more than helped as far as I’m concerned.

Kobra: If it makes you feel better, I will never get a tattoo in Florida then. Besides, their state is too full of inbreeding hicks.

Jessica: Better than nothing I guess. So Kobra you got any plans for XVI or the World Title?

Kobra: How in the hell…did you? Alright other than the fact your nametag says Jessica and you look like the Jessica i know, why do you know my name? And my work for that matter, you’re a stalker…

Jessica: No I just happen to own Tivo and watch XVI and if you recall we used too tag together back in DWA and i also am your former teacher.

Kobra: Yeah…that would make some sense. But when I retell this story your going to be my attractive stalker and not my partner this time i'm hoping.

Jessica: Guess I can’t complain, so tell me about that tattoo on your left arm. Old girlfriend? Ex-wife?

Kobra: No, no, no. Far from that that and out of the ballpark. It was for my father actually. He um had a tattoo of a naked women on his left arm. Got for a eighteen birthday gift to tell you the truth. But then he met my mom and she hated it like you wouldn’t believe. So all he would wear was long sleeves and sweaters. Every picture I have of him not one has him wearing any sleeveless shirts. He did his best to hide it from the family. One day he decided that he was going to go to the nearest tattoo parlor and put some clothes on her. But he never got around to it unfortunately. My father passed away before he could…I was little older than two when it happened. So when I turned eighteen I got the tattoo to remember him. That way no matter where I go, he’s with me. I know you remember them you met Him once before. He to was a wrestler in and You, Chris, and Sanzo decided to burn him alive in the furnace but not to say he didn't somewhat deserve it.

Jessica: I’m so sorry i had to do that, he was somewhat a good man. he just wanted to go too far and have total control and the things he did could no longer be withstood. I'm truely sorry but your father left us no other choice.

Kobra: He was no doubt. Just another Simple Man, Lynard Skynard. Actually tried out to be a Baltimore Oriole, true story. Didn’t get in of course but was given a contract to join the Bowie Bay Sox. The money he would have made at the time, boy we would have been set for life. But he declined it, just left the contract lying around somewhere. He refused to leave us behind and had no intention too. He always thought what was the point of making so much money when he couldn’t even see us enjoy it. Growing up I could only imagine being the man he was. Not giving into fortune so easily and just remembering what is important in life, doing things the way you do them for not just yourself but the family you have traveling with you. That’s what this tattoo is for. To remind me that I always need to keep imagining that I can do great things. Because if you can’t imagine yourself succeeding, then your doomed to fail. Got to see it before you accomplish it. My father in the wrestling ring may have turned wicked under the pressures. but unlike people such as Chris Beniot, my father always stayed the same caring man he always had been towards us. He taught me that i too can someday be great if i give it my all. Thus far i have barely gotten too the mainstream federations and now i hope to someday like my father...become world champ and honor the same customs my father did. I want too make him proud and bring honor back too the name of our family. So that where he is he'll look down at me and smile while being proud of what i have done. Thats not just a goal...it's my dream and my priority.

Jessica: Amen to that Kobra, you might talk crazy but you’ve got make a lot of sense.You know your father started The Cult and me and Chris honored it's name even after your father was gone.. Chris has since misteriously vanished from the wrestling world and Sanzo is in retirement but The Cult has since revived as a much larger movement now heard of as the H.W.S. and i now with yourself intend too carry it on and help you as i did your father if you'll let me. I may be much younger than he was but i always understood what he was about and how he thought. I respected your father and like him my loyalties always remain with you Kobra. This i do so solemnly swear.

Kobra: To survive in this “real” world sometimes talking crazy is the only way to keep from going insane. My father taught me that and he still in a sense went insane. But i agree with you his dream, his legacy, his foundation...H.W.S. should be revived Jessica and you know the plans we discussed at the pool are already inmotion.my goals of gold are inmind, but as i said unlike everyone else it's not for myself or glory or personal standing. It's to restore the honor of my fathers name and to make him proud and like him...give the fans a champion they are also proud of. My father once told me if i can look into the eyes of the fans and know they are proud, then i can look into his eyes and know he's proud aswell.

"Minutes continued to past as the sun started the set on the day. Jessica and Kobra continued to converse as she continued to place more ink onto his skin. It had been almost thirty minutes when he could hear the sound of the needle finally die. As Jessica wipes the excess ink from his arm it was quite clear that this session had come to end. Lifting himself off the chair Kobra walked over to the mirror. He surveyed his newest piece of artwork. A portrait of the most famous candy maker, Willy Wonka. Kobra smiled in appreciation of the work."

Kobra: Damn…your amazing.

"He followed Jessica over to the counter were she rang him up, almost 200 dollars. Every George Washington was well worth it. Until he saw the time, 6:20 pm! He needed to be at the stadium by 7, he had to record a promo for Side Effect."

Jessica: Listen thanks for a amazing time and keep living in that imaginary world of yours. Something tells me your capable of making it reality. Just wish I could be part of it all.

Kobra: Who says you can’t?…i'll call you sometime soon. I think i might be needing your "services" again very soon.

Jessica: How the hell do plan of pulling that off!?

Kobra: Remember the story? You’re my attractive stalker, I’m sure we’ll meet again. Infact i garentee we will.

"Kobra must have looked like a fool dashing through the sidewalks and streets of Dallas. But it only took him ten minutes to get back sure he felt dizzy afterwards and probably was on the brink of death. Fact of the matter he made back to his hotel. Throwing his gear into the back of the De Lorean and hoped in. Burning down the streets like a madman. American Airlines arena was in his sights and it was only going on 6:45 pm. In the clear, Kobra could lean back and enjoy the radio. Turning it up slightly when he heard the opening chords of Smoke On The Water. The De Lorean pulled into the back parking lot separate from local parking. He could see thousands of people waiting in line to enter. Kobra picked up his gear and entered through the back door. The place was huge, largest stadium he has ever performed in. Kobra continued on backstage passing multitudes of workers all in a rush in preparation for Side Effect. But Kobra’s attention was diverted elsewhere when he could hear someone continue to shout his name.

Person: Kobra! Kobra! Where the hell have you been? Don’t answer, I could care less. Come on we are on a tight schedule.

"He followed the hot headed Man further backstage. Passing multitudes of other XVI Wrestlers and NEW tryouts aswell. Soon he was taken into a room full of cameras and lighting. Wires ran across every inch of the floor. In front of the camera was a small set with the XVI Side Effect logo in the background. Kobra threw his bag into a nearby corner and the Man began barking orders."

Man: Alright people! We need to knock this one off quick, we got the main event contenders Calaz,Ticker, and Sah'ta Thor coming in in almost ten minutes. So let's hurry! , I pray you have everything memorized, I don’t want no half ass improvisions or this shit not going to air. Here wear this!

"The man now regonized as the current XVI Owner and person holding the vacant World Title Makaveli tosses Kobra a t-shirt which he catches. He unravels it and takes a look, not quite sure what he’s seeing."

Kobra: What the hell is the point of this?

Makaveli: Questions! Questions! Questions! Listen our sponsor demands some plugs, okay? So wear the damn shirt.

Kobra: But…"wanting to say something about the world title and what he said earlier in the day for reguards at a title shot"

Makaveli: But nothing, now come on. Put on the damn shirt. You're promised a few extra dollars. Lets get going, get on the set.

"Kobra does a quick wardrobe change before stepping onto the set. Covering his eyes from the bright lights but they soon coped. A stagehand then ran over handing him a microphone."

Kobra: Why the hell do I need this?

Makaveli: Are you serious? It’s a microphone! Talk into it.

Kobra: It’s not even plugged into anything…

Makaveli: Does it matter? It’s a damn prop so use it.

Kobra: A prop!? What ever to just standing in front of a camera and just talking? Back in the day…

Makaveli: Stop right there. Before you start reminising about the “good ol’ days” let me put it to rest. Those days are dead, okay? Now lets get started, we are wasting time here.

"At that moment, Kobra could only help but to take a long hard look at himself. Holding a microphone that didn’t work, someone else’s brand name, and being bossed around by a damn nobody. This isn’t what he imagined, this wasn’t him or what he wanted. Is this really the company he wanted to work for? Then looking down at his Willy Wonka tattoo, he needed that reminder. He had imagined things would be different and it was time to make that a reality. Makaveli gave Kobra the signal, time for him to take a stand."

Kobra: So it comes down to this? All the years I put into this business comes together this very night. What I do in that ring and what I say right now determine my future in front of all the higher ups. Who will all have one question to answer Should I Stay or Should I Go?, The Clash! Yet they have me talking into a unplugged wireless microphone!? Wearing this god awful shirt for a manufacturer I could not even give a damn about! About how I’m going to dazzle them and impress them…why!? To secure a spot on the XVI roster. That’s just not going to happen, that’s not my job, it’s not what I was hired to do! I refuse to perform my job so the heads of this company can form a opinion of me. But I will cherish and love every minute of my job so that the fans have the right to have opinions about me. Whether they love me or hate me, one truth remains intact. The Kobra’s years of labor, training, and sacrifice was for THEM and not YOU! Let's get one thing straight Makaveli! i intend to stay in this company, rise through the ranks like a theif in the night, get to the top, claim the world title like my father before me has done, and show everyone that i am about what i say i am about...THE PEOPLE! And i dont intend to allow anyone to hold me back, nor will i show fear to anyone. Not the wrestlers like Brian Variety, and not you even as the owner. You dont make me...I make your company. Now stop treating me like a lab rat running it's wheel and stop holding me down and let me show you and everyone else including Brian Variety that i am worthy of being here, i am worthy of becoming a big draw for your greed infested grubby little company. My point is i intend to be the one who becomes world champion and takes the world title away from people like you who only veiw it as a peice of plastic and crown to your own personal glory. I veiw it as my life and my heritage and my only reason for living. it's my right of passage, it's my inheritance, it's in my blood. I swear too you now i will dedicate my every waking moment too winning that title for the fans and for my father.

"With that burst of passion and pure energy. Kobra tossed the microphone off screen with such force the impact can be heard on camera. Kobra then grabbed hold of that ridiculous shirt and removed it. Throwing it down onto the floor before stomping all over it."

Kobra: Tonight when I walk through those curtains and also into Side Effect, I am there to wrestle. So do not come expecting a edgy new entrance theme music or ridiculous amount of pyros. There will be no 450 splashes or front flip piledrivers for that matter either! That is not what The Kobra does and I am not changing myself for a damn roster spot. Its My Life, Bon Jovi! Unfortunately I look across the ring at Brian Variety and lockeroom full of other guys who beg to differ. They have all forgotten what this job is about and can only remember how many zeroes is behind their paycheck. Their egos will be on parade in that squared circle tonight. The passion has been removed from our sport! Someone needs to put it back! Today a friend left a permanent reminder on me that imagining if I can accomplish great things, then I will accomplish great things! This is not for the money or fame, I don’t need it…I sure as hell don't want it. Tonight I walk out on the biggest stage of my life because it’s my job. And praying that somewhere in that audience someone sees me. A son or a daughter and like me can imagine that maybe…just maybe…they someday too can liveup to their dreams or look at their father as their hero as i have done for mine for so many years.

"The cameras cut and the lights are dimmed. Kobra stepped out from the set as everyone in the room remained speechless. Heading over to his gear putting on his previous shirt when he overheard the director."

Makaveli: Okay…okay people! Lets get this to editing, we've got more people coming in! What are you all standing around for? GET TO WORK!

"Kobra could only chuckle as he grabbed his bag. Exiting the room and started to search for his locker room. Kobra walked through he halls quietly singing to himself."

Kobra: Come with me and you'll be in a world of pure imagination. Take a look and you'll see into your imagination. you'll see the very rare and dying part of wrestling...The true passion. Wrestling is now infected with the venom known as greed these days and i have come too cure it. I The Kobra will be the savior too wrestling and The Cure too it's dying passion. I swear this by my fathers name. Amen folks.

"The scene fades to black with the Kobra standing backstage with afew other new recruits and standing right across from him is a very unexpected guest...Brian Variety and Kobra stares at him giving him the coldest. most serious, and deepest glare that has ever been seen in XVI."

To Be Continued (possibly)[/color]