First Ever John Everyman RP

This is from months ago, but since it was done in secrecy to avoid giving away the swerve, you guys never saw it.

I'm actually really happy with this one, it's one of my favourite RPs to date as far as story telling goes.

Feedback, as always, appreciated.

Laughter only gets you so far... applause even further... but in truth, none of it means much in the end. We're all destined for a dirt nap in the long haul, but hey, make the most of your opportunities, do what you can do to be successful while you're still on the planet.

That's some good advice. But what about the people who never get any opportunities? Like the immortal Time Machine, some of us are destined to work and work ourselves to death in ugly squalor so the beautiful people above our pathetic little Under-city can live in eternal happiness.... so much like how it is today.

In order to have some must have-not.... and just like in the Time Machine.... every once in a while, one of those underlings.... gets a crazy idea.

What if things were different? What if one of us did something about this?

What if one of us gave into temptation... and struck back?

The CWF is the same way, layers of classes.... with the privileged ones on top and the overlooked and mistreated naives at the bottom.

What if one of those poor creatures.... decided they have had enough, what if one of us decided to strike back... what if one of us decided to hell with the rules, the laws, the order... what if we struck back and the whole perfect balance came crumbling down?

You'd have to be pretty crazy to try something like that....


.... good thing I am.


~ SCENE 1 - THE FORSAKEN ~


Smoke floats to the surface of the air, settling like a thick fog, rendering the drunks inhabiting Clancy's Ribs and Bar utterly sightless. One such vagabond sits at the front of the bar, resting on a stool. No one knows how many he's had, probably too many. This isn't the kind of place where anyone cares.

With his brownish-black hair tied slicked back by the grease, heat and smoke that fills the room, sweat flutters down his face like tears. The man takes a drink from his glass and swirls it around his mouth, enjoying the bitter taste before swallowing the raspy sauce down his throat.

With a sigh he reaches into his pocket for his wallet, only to find it missing.


<:: The Blackguard || Janitor ::>
Shit...

He looks around through the haze but sees no one. He grunts as he moves to get up but stumbles as he leaves his stool.

<:: ?? ??? || ?????? ????? ::>
Careful there big guy, you don't want to make a mess of yourself.

The bulbous man to his right helps him back into his seat Strange, he had not sen him there before.

<:: The Blackguard || Janitor ::>
You look kinda familiar....

<:: ?? ??? || ?????? ????? ::>
I get that a lot. I think I look like some guy who's on the Tee Vee or something.


<:: The Blackguard || Janitor ::>
Well any way man, I think I'm fucked here. Someone grabbed my wallet.

<:: ?? ??? || ?????? ????? ::>
Aw... you serious?


<:: The Blackguard || Janitor ::>
Yeah... just another in a line of miserable happenings in my life.

<:: ?? ??? || ?????? ????? ::>
Well i tell you what, I can appreciate bad luck. I've had my fair share of it. I'll pay your tab if you tell me more about it. ANything to keep me away from the wife.


Janitor eyes the man curiously.


<:: The Blackguard || Janitor ::>
You're not some sex freak are you?

The man to his side darkly chuckles.

<:: ?? ??? || ?????? ????? ::>
No no.... I'm just a man who has more money than sense and a bad case of insomnia.


The man reaches into his pants and pulls out a thick wallet, depositing multiple 100 dollar bills onto the wooden counter.


<:: ?? ??? || ?????? ????? ::>
That should cover it. Now tell me about those problems you've been having...


<:: The Blackguard || Janitor ::>
Wow... well I guess funny enough, money's the main thing. I don't know if you've ever had troubles with money but-

<:: ?? ??? || ?????? ????? ::>
Everyone has trouble with money. It's just the nature of the problem that changes.

Oh I'm sorry, please go ahead.


Janitor again eyes the man but then shakes his head.


<:: The Blackguard || Janitor ::>
Well like anyone I hate my boss, but I have the great misfortune of him hating me back. The guy who used to run things, Romeri, that guy would let me run the place... but ever since this new guy, Jefferson, took over, things have been the drizzling shits.

You wont believe some of this I'm sure, but I swear it's the truth. The guy last month odered someone a promotion if they could beat me up and put me in a hospital bed. How fucked up is that?

<:: ?? ??? || ?????? ????? ::>
Hey wait a minute. I think I know who you are now... you the Janitor! You work for uhh... CWF right? The wrestling company?


<:: The Blackguard || Janitor ::>
Yeah.... cult favourite they call me, but I don't feel loved much. I have internet scum bags every week telling me I don't deserve to be there. Hel I work hard for a living, and once in a blue moon they let actually wrestle. I don't get paid to do it, and they wont pay my medical bills afterwards, but I still do it and they make money off the shirts and the show buys. It's insane.

I can't even get dental. They treat me like slime then profit off me.

<:: ?? ??? || ?????? ????? ::>
Why don't you ask for a full time contract? I hear there is good money to be made in that pro-fesh-un.


<:: The Blackguard || Janitor ::>
There is on the top level, and hell, i know I could be on that level if they gave me a chance. They wont though, why pay a guy who'd work for free? So they put me on now and again, but never for a title, never paying me for it, never letting me improve. They have me stuck in mud.... stuck in quick sand....

<:: ?? ??? || ?????? ????? ::>
Stuck in time?


<:: The Blackguard || Janitor ::>
Exactly. It's like I'm frozen in the worst moment of my life every single day.

<:: ?? ??? || ?????? ????? ::>
You have to be careful. That's a rough business, if anyone were to take advantage of you... I don't want to think about it.

You have to take control here my friend. If you let people keep pushing you around, let someone else see you all vulnerable like this... why I shudder to think about what you could be coerced into doing...


<:: The Blackguard || Janitor ::>
What's that supposed to mean?

<:: ?? ??? || ?????? ????? ::>
I'm just saying, you have all these troubles... if someone with a motive... and given the opportunity.... took advantage of you.... you could be ruined.

I hear you, you're in a shit position, getting crap thrown at you every which way and no answers in sight.

Soh-sy-uh-tee, is designed to keep the little man down and keep the big man on top.

<:: The Blackguard || Janitor ::>
You're one to talk, with your wallet full of hundreds...

<:: ?? ??? || ?????? ????? ::>
I earned my money. Because I too like you was at the bottom, but I fought and I clawed my way to the top.

You gotta be ruthless! You have to cut corners, it's a gritty world my... friend... but you gotta hit rock bottom before you turn your life around.

And you sir.... you have hit rock bottom. It's time to bounce back and start making something of yourself.

<:: The Blackguard || Janitor ::>
Yeah... that makes sense...

<:: ?? ??? || ?????? ????? ::>
You gotta break the rules. They got that battle royal coming up for the Countdown title... I but you're not even entered!

<:: The Blackguard || Janitor ::>
I asked, they said it's only open to "real wrestlers"...

<:: ?? ??? || ?????? ????? ::>
YOu know what?

Fuck them! Show up, kick ass, take names, and by the end of the night, you will stand above them all, and they'll have no choice but to respect you! Don't pander, don't play to the fans! What have they ever done for you? They buy shirts that you make no money from, they write mean spirited things on their int-a-net machines!

They have the au-dass-it-ee to try and take advantage of you when you've done nothing but work your ass off for them!

Strike back my friend... and take what is rightfully your's.

<:: The Blackguard || Janitor ::>
You.... you really think I could be a Champion? On Countdown?

<:: ?? ??? || ?????? ????? ::>
The way I see it, if you win that match, defeat Reaper... become the new champion of Countdown... no one else could beat you!

THink about it! YOu're a big tough guy and you have the drive to win!

The only way anyone could possibly hope to over come you is if they were to, I dunno, challenge you after you'd already been through multiple matches that night or something, and were all tired out... but how the fuck is that supposed to happen? You weren't even entered in the match! You'll be there to surprise all of them!

Don't be taken advantage of! Stop being a pawn and start being... a king.... or even a kingpin..... take control of that match, and take control of your own life.

<:: The Blackguard || Janitor ::>
You knwo what? You're right!

<:: ?? ??? || ?????? ????? ::>
Of course!


<:: The Blackguard || John Everyman ::>
It's high time I took control of my own fate!

<:: ?? ??? || ?????? ????? ::>
You're the next Cinderella man my friend!

<:: The Blackguard || John Everyman ::>
That's the American dream, to come from the bottom and rocket to the top!

<:: ?? ??? || ?????? ????? ::>
Now you're starting to get it!


<:: The Blackguard || John Everyman ::>
I could really do it... I could become mroe than just a .... Janitor... I could be someone!

<:: ?? ??? || ?????? ????? ::>
Someone? You would be everyone! And every man woman and child who's ever wanted more from life would envy you, and love you!

<:: The Blackguard || John Everyman ::>
You're right! If I want people to respect me, I'll have to take that respect from them by force!

<:: ?? ??? || ?????? ????? ::>
Show them what you are made of!

<:: The Blackguard || John Everyman ::>
I will become a role model... a hero!

<:: ?? ??? || ?????? ????? ::>
The millions of the world will chant your name! Janitor! Janitor!

<:: The Blackguard || John Everyman ::>
No that's not my name.... that's my title... the name of a servant.

<:: ?? ??? || ?????? ????? ::>
You're turning over a new leaf, may as well put on a new persona...

<:: The Blackguard || John Everyman ::>
I will become more than a man... I will become the embodiement of every single hard working blue collar guy who's ever wanted to say 'Fuck you' to society!

<:: ?? ??? || ?????? ????? ::>
Who is this Edward Jefferson? You don't need him, he needs you!
Join Countdown, take that title, and under a new flag, under a new brand, revolutionize this industry!

<:: The Blackguard || John Everyman ::>
I am John Everyman! From this moment on, I am taking what should be mine! Whoever gets in my way will feel what I've had to feel every day I've been in this god forsaken company! I can do it... I can do it for real....

<:: ?? ??? || ?????? ????? ::>
Your world has forsaken you.... time to hit the world back!

<:: The Blackguard || John Everyman ::>
I like the way you think. Thank you for everything friend. The money, the advice... god I am so lucky to have been in this place tonight... to have met you...

<:: ?? ??? || ?????? ????? ::>
There are no coincidences in this world John. Every thing is carefully calculated and planned. You met me here tonight because you needed to meet me.

Trust me, I have a feeling that this could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship....


<:: The Blackguard || John Everyman ::>
So you sure you don't mind uhh.... paying for all this?





The man takes another puff from his cigar and leans inwards.




<:: Mr. DDT || Donald Titan ::>
It's no trouble at all.

John stands up and leaves the bar. He wipes his eyes and turns around.

<:: The Blackguard || John Everyman ::>
Listen if there's anything I can ever-

To his shock behind him is nothing but an empty alley. The bar no longer where he saw it and the man he had been speaking to no where to be seen.

He shrugs. In his stupor he must have wandered farther than he realized. Everyman grabs a phone and calls for a cab, heading home with nothing to look forward to but the hangover as a reminder of his conversation with that wonderful man...


~ END SCENE ~

I liked it a lot... even if it was obvious Mr. Purple was DDT as soon as he started talking

Needed more cowbell.

Having read the PPV it was probably a little easier to figure out, but this was written before the events of the last show.

Well it was more because I recognised his speech patterns, but I guess having already read the results would have helped a lot too.

This post has been edited by Baby Dogg on Dec 7 2008, 11:56 AM

lol

Well if you could tell then I guess I did my job keeping him in character then.