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Post by President Logan on Aug 8, 2011 10:35:45 GMT -3
All roleplays for the match 'Trinity Joe Michaels vs Patrick Steel' should be posted here.
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Post by Patrick Steel on Aug 11, 2011 14:34:33 GMT -3
Part 1: The Birth of a Monster[/i]
December, 1994
A 7-year-old Patrick Steel sits in a living room lit only by a small television set watching late night reruns. The canned laughter of a sitcom can be heard as Patrick sits cross-legged on the couch, a bag of animal crackers next to him. The unmistakable sound of a howling blizzard is heard outside, causing the TV signal to cut out every now and again. Screaming can be heard from somewhere in the house, sometimes so loud that the TV can hardly be heard. Most of the screaming is being done by a man, but every so often a woman’s voice can be heard. None of these distractions seem to be fazing Patrick, who is apparently used to these sorts of things. The show goes on, along with the blizzard and the arguing, but Patrick doesn’t flinch at all, expect to grab another handful of animal crackers. Time goes by and the show comes to an end as Patrick’s eyelids start to become heavy. He fights to stay awake, but he’s clearly outmatched. The screaming dies down for a few minutes and Patrick’s eyes close, his hand still in the bag of animal crackers. The channel on the TV goes off air and the house is quite for a short time.
Out of the night, two deafening BANGS ring out within 10 seconds of each other. Patrick’s eyes open, his breaths short and heavily. The fear on is face is the first emotion he’s shown all night. He looks around, trying to determine the source of the sounds. An eerie, almost heavy-feeling quite hangs in the air, Patrick’s breathing the only thing that can slice through it. He stands up and licks his lips nervously as he slowly, cautiously walks in the direction the sounds came from. Patrick heads up the stairs and turns down the hallway. He heads toward a door at the end of the hall, a light can be seen at the bottom of it. As he reaches the door, Patrick knocks twice, very softly. No answer. He knocks twice more, a little louder. No answer. A few deep breaths to gather some courage and Patrick reaches for the doorknob. One more deep breath and he turn the knob, light fills the hallway.
“Mommy….?”
To Be Continued…
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Present Day Patrick stands outside a smallish house in Buffalo, New York, an empty look on his face. He walks to the front door, a sign reading “Vacant” nailed to it. Clearly nervous and angry, Patrick slowly reaches for the doorknob. He hesitates at first, then pulls his hand away completely. Overcome with emotion, Patrick punches the door. Patrick pulls his hand out of the hole he’s punched in the door, a stream of blood coming out of two of his knuckles. He screams at the top of his lungs before turning around, the empty look back on his face. A look up and down the street tells Patrick that no one has seen or heard him. He heads toward the street and to his car, turning around for one last look at the house before he gets in and speeds away.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In an empty parking lot outside of an abandoned warehouse, Patrick adds another empty beer can to the pile already forming at his feet. He reaches into the case next to him on the hood of the car and pops open another before sitting cross-legged on the asphalt and leaning against his car. Patrick takes a big gulp of his beer, sighs, and looks to the sky.
Hi there Trinity, do you know who I am? Most people call me Patrick Steel, and for now, that’s what you’ll call me as well. After Saturday night, though, you’ll be calling me your worst nightmare. I know nothing about your Trinity, but I don’t need to know anything to know that you’re the lesser man in this match. When you’ve seen the things that I’ve seen and been through the things that I’ve been through, a wrestling match against someone who goes by “Trinity” isn’t something that frightens you. Do you know what pain is, Trinity? Not physical pain, though you’ll find out what that is on Saturday night. You’ll probably go through enough pain in that single night to last most men a lifetime, I can guarantee you that. But that’s not what I’m talking about. I’m talking about that though. I’m talking about emotion pain, mental anguish. Have you ever experienced that Trinity? I have. More than you’ll ever know. More than you could ever imagine. And that is the reason I know I can defeat you with ease, Trinity. You don’t have the fire burning inside of you that I do. You don’t know how to channel pain and anguish like I do. I can’t wait either, because I’ve got so much built up inside me right now, I just can’t wait to unleash if on you. Get ready for the beating of your life, Trinity. Nothing you can do to me could compare to what I’ve been through. Try as hard as you want to stop me, Trinity, I’ll just keep coming. You won’t be able to stop me because you can’t stop me, it’s impossible. Well, I’ve wasted enough time on you already. I’ll see you Saturday night, Trinity.
Patrick gives a sick smile before finishing off his been in one gulp and chucks the can off into the distance. He spreads his arms and falls back. The last image we see is of Patrick lying on his back in the parking lot, surrounded by empty beer cans.
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