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Post by Trippy on Sept 8, 2013 18:17:36 GMT
Post your match RP here, Rp's due by September 13th at 11:59pm Standard Central time.
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Post by falcorelyoness on Sept 12, 2013 11:18:30 GMT
Standing in front of a mirror, Falcore Lyoness applies foundation to his cheeks. Today, he has chosen a more effeminate look. He pauses, turning his head to and fro, until he decides that the shade is to his liking. Without looking, he reaches down and picks up a slightly off white shade of eyeshadow. He opens the case, and without turning his attention away from himself, begins speaking. "Andrews, I know it's hard to tell how mixed up you feel right now. Hoping what you need is behind this new, proverbial door. But behind this door, stands Falcore Lyoness, of the House Lyoness. What that means for you is that you will not be facing your typical opponent. Most people enter this profession for the glory and the fame. The euphoria they feel when the experience the rush of victory gives them a momentary high. But what do you do when the motives of your opposition do not fit the status quo? For some of us, it isn't the kill, but the thrill of the hunt."
Lyoness reaches down and begins to apply his eyeshadow over his eye.
"For myself, it is the passionate throws of pleasure and pain that turn me on. Each time I get to hurt you, I don't want you to change. After all, everyone has hopes, we are human after all. I want hurt you in ways you cannot even imagine. I want you to get the feeling of being so hurt, you detach, wishing you were someone else. Feeling as though you never belonged in a wrestling ring with me. But this feeling... this feeling is not sadness. This feeling is not joy. It just... is. I truly understand. And soon, you will also."
"Please, don't go. I want you to stay." Falcore puts down the case with the eye shadow and shifts his eyes so that his reflection seems to be staring directly into the camera. "I'm begging you please, please don't leave here. I don't want you to hate me. I just want you to understand me. Now, Ace, For all the hurt that you will feel, I want you to understand as well. The world, and everything in it, is just illusion, trying to change you. I am the anomaly, the exception. Unlike you, I live my life the way I see fit. I live my life outloud without a care of who sees me or how they judge me. It would sadden me, if I were you..."
The sigh that escapes the lungs of Falcore Lyoness is short and curt, filled with disdain and disapproval.
"Being like you... the knight in shining armor. You adhere to this sense of morality because you want to impress the masses. Certainly the mob will pay their money to see you, as they will pay their money to see me. The one thing, the one comman thread that you and I have, Ace, is that all those idiots in the crowd want to be just like you and I. But they want to be like us for vastly different reasons. There are those who wish to be like you because you are the shining example they wish they could be. They think of you and they wish that they could be a hero to someone just as you are a hero to them. That's not what I believe. As I have said, people look at me, and they are scared. Yet, they sit in awe of me. I don't remember if it was a dream or an actual conversation... but I distinctly remember someone asking me “Why do people hate you but love me?” And I told them “Because I am the painful truth, and you are a beautiful lie.” And the truth be told, Andrews, that is all the you are. You put up a front for all the fans. It's not just you. It's you. It's Trippy. It's Erin MacAuly. Who in the hell names their son "Erin" anyway? That's just inhumane. Regardless of why we are different from them, what I do know, is to us the world is different as we are to the world. But I guess you should know that."
"I don't want you to hate for all the hurt that you feel. I'm just an illusion. But I'm not trying to change the world. I'm just trying to change this world. I am trying to change the perception. I am bending genders and pushing boundaries. I am going to be the single most talked about person once our premier event is in the books. Whether you are victorious or not, Ace Andrews, it will be Falcore Lyoness that wins. Because I will be standing spotlight, center stage. The rest of you are nothing more than the chorus line. You'll get your kicks. You'll get your pay. And you will be so vanilla that for the most part, you do nothing but fade into the background."
"Now, if you'll excuse me, it's almost showtime."
Lyoness puts his hand over the lens of the camera, blacking out the view. Slowly, the image of some sillouettes fades in over the drakness. Now, the stage is set, the dim lighting reflects of the smoke and fog traveling along at ground level. The sound of the black leather boots echo through out the theater. As he enters from center stage, the sound emanating from his soles grows louder. The spotlight behind him reveals that the man himself is hidden underneath a red velvet blanket of some kind. He stops in the center of the stage, and the red velvet is ripped off of him, revealing the man to the public for the first time.
He smirks as the smoke clears from around him. His face has now been painted white and his eyes a ghostly bluish white. His black pupils seem to be piercing through the smoke. He slowly raises his arm and places a top hat upon his head. He seems to be wearing a ringmaster's jacket with a white undershirt. As the camera pans down, you can see he is also wearing a black leather corset, black velvet pants and black platform boots. ”There are two kinds of people in the world. There are those who live their lives conforming to society, and then there are those that live their lives out loud, without the fear of society's backlash. You are either the entertainment or an innocent bystander. Well, baby, I'm a put-on-a-show kind of girl. The stares of people's eyes are nothing more than spotlights to me. I will not and do not take a backseat to anyone. I have to be the center of attention, the star of the show. People look at me because they cannot help themselves. I am an anomaly, an enigma. I'm not one of the faceless sheep that march up and down the streets of America every day.”
“Just like each and every one man and woman in the locker room, I feel the adrenaline moving through my veins as the crowd basks in my glory. In that regard, I am no different than anyone else. I'm a performer, the wrestling ring is my stage. What separates me is that no matter what vanilla wrestler I stand across the ring from, all eyes are on me, center stage. But I don't want to see any of you standing there watching me. I want you to show me what you can do. I want you to bring everything you have at me. I want to revel in the sensation of it all, the agony and the ecstacy. “Falcore tips his top hat and smirks. There is a rattling of chains as Lyoness had wrapped his forearms in steel links. ”The simple truth is that I will make your skin crawl. I will make you question things that you never thought to ask. Baby, I hope you're ready for this. I hope that you are prepared to enter a world that you never thought existed. And I pray, that you have nerves of steel, because I will not allow you a second to breath once you are in the ring with me. At the Massachusetts State Fair... the era of Celtic Trouble Promotions begins, as does the legend of Falcore Lyoness."
Falcore throws his head back and laughs manically as all but on backlight go out, leaving nothing but his long, black shadow visable.
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