Redemption VS Noah Hanson

[saiyandestroyer]

RP Limit: 2

RP DEADLINE is December 15, 2008
9:00 PM Eastern Standard Time
7:00 PM Central
6:00 PM Pacific
December 16 - 2:00 AM UK

Post your roleplays in this thread for this match

[Noah Hanson]

Redemption, I know you may be a big star around these parts but mark my words you have never met anyone like me. I am going to do what I do best and that is give the fans a great match and you can mark words this is just another match for me. I am walking in blind one thing is for sure I don’t know you, I don’t care about you, but you are going to be standing across from me and that makes you the one that is standing in between me and the next chapter in my legacy.

You call yourself Redemption, the name Redemption can be linked to destiny. And you are going to be my own personal redemption, and it was destined…


<<<Xmas Nightmares part 1>>>>


Noah is seen sitting at the counter of his kitchen at home, he seems to be a bit preoccupied in his thoughts and never notices his daughter sitting down across from him…

“Daddy?” Alex asks, her innocent smile sitting there.

“Yeah, sweetie…” Noah responded without looking up.

“Are we going to set up the ho-ho decorations?” she asked.

“I dunno…” Noah deadpanned. “Not really in the festive spirit…”

“Do you miss mommy?” Alex asked.

Noah slowly took of his glasses and placed them on the counter and then looked at his daughter. The pain was evident in his eyes, but he fought through it and tried his best to answer his daughters question…

“Yeah, I miss mommy…a lot…” Noah replied and then wiped away a tear. “Sometimes I have dreams about mommy…”

Alex got off her chair and walked over to her daddy and climbed up on his lap and then gave him a hug, squeezing as hard as she could, like she was trying to squeeze away all the pain.

“Daddy…I will always be here…” Alex reminded her daddy.

“I know…I know…” Noah said.

<<<later>>>

Noah is walking through downtown Kansas City, people are walking past him, the breeze is blowing slightly and all the decorations that go along with stuff of that nature. Noah is wearing a long, leather trenchcoat and jeans and a dress shirt and finally topped off with his trademark Oakley sunglasses.

“I hate this time of year…no real meaning in all of it, not anymore…” Noah said under his breath as he continued walking.

“Sir, spare change?” a man said as he held his hand out.

Noah simply reached into his pocket and tossed a few bills at the man and continued walking, never paying any attention. He was never one to cater to panhandlers but at this time of the year he let a lot of stuff slide that he might not have paid any attention to before.

“I need a drink…” Noah remarked as he stopped at a small tavern and opened the door and walked in.

It was a typical small time bar, jukebox, smoke filled rooms and people playing pool. Noah smiled a bit and then walked over and had a seat at the bar, he looked down and grabbed a handful of beernuts and tossed them in his mouth.

“What can I get ya pal?” the bartender asked.

“Killians Irish Red…” Noah replied.

“You got it buddy…” the bartender replied and opened the chest and then produced a bottle, popped off the cap and slid the bottle to Noah, who grabbed it with his right hand.

Noah grabbed the beer and quickly drank the beer down and when he was finished with the bottle he slammed it on the counter and motioned to the bartender for another. The bartender replied and placed another bottle in front of him and Noah sat there eyeing the bottle and drank it down quickly.

“Thought you quit drinking?” A familiar voice remarked.

Noah turned to find Alexander, his brother sitting down next to him at the bar. “What can I do for ya bro?”

“Trying to figure out why ya are drinking so close to the holidays?” Alex asked.

“Just needed to try and get the blahs out of my system and this is one way to help get rid of them. Can I buy a beer?” Noah remarked.

“Sure, why not…” Alex replied. “So what else is on yer mind?”

“Not much really, I guess I am not sure about Nollie and everything, not sure if I am ready to move on like that with her.” Noah said with a sigh.

“Yeah, I can understand that, it can be pressuring…” Alexander replied.

“I guess…” Noah replied quietly.

“You know I was doing some web searching and guess what I found out?” Alexander remarked and got Noah to look up from his third bottle of beer.

“What?” Noah replied to humor Alexander.

“Wrestling Midwest is back in business…” Alexander replied with a sly smile.

“Is that all, you mean they gave Brad Johnson a new wrestling license…guess hell really did freeze over…”

“Wanna hear something else?” Alexander asked.

“Sure…” Noah remarked as he took another drink.

“You are interested in re-joining Wrestling Midwest…” Alexander spat out, trying to keep from laughing.

Noah turned his head towards Alexander and seemed to be a bit confused by what he had just said and even stuck his fingers in his ears and motioned like he was trying to clean them out…

“What the hell did you just say?” Noah asked, he was obviously irritated and wanted to get a bit of clarification.

“You are interested in joining the restarted Wrestling Midwest…” Alex said and then put his hands up to his face to protect himself.

“That son of a bitch is trying to get some cheap press off my name and because of what happened when I left the last time.” Noah angrily replied as he shook his head. “Guess some things never change, he couldn’t wait to kick my ass to the curb. I mean I am sure that he made plenty of cash off of my press and made great use of it…”

“Seems lie he might be trying to bait you into another fight…” Alexander said.

“If he thinks that doing this will get me to come to Wrestling Midwest or that it might give him and his craptastic fed some free publicity, he is sadly mistaken. My lawyers will get a cease and desist just like they did before…” Noah emphatically said as he finished another bottle of beer.

“Wanna know something else?” Alexander remarked.

Noah sighs a bit and then takes another drink from his forth beer. “What this time?”

"We need to get drunk and fast!" Alexander declared.

“Bartender!?” Noah yelled to the bartender.

“Yeah?” the bartender asked as he came down to where Noah and Alexander were.

“Tequila and lots of it…” Noah demanded as he tossed a couple of hundred dollar bills on the counter.

The bartender returned with a full bottle of tequila and walked away laughing. Noah looked at the bottle and pulled the shot glass towards him and then pushed the other glass towards Alex and then poured both of them a shot.

“To a new year and a new beginning…” Noah said as they clinked glasses.

“To new beginnings…” Alexander repeated.

<<<3 hours later>>>

Noah is back in his house, its late and very dark, the wind is whipping at the windows, kinda sounding like a howling dog or something. Noah is in his bed and suddenly he snaps to a seated position.

“Oh my head…” he moans as he reaches for his glasses and places them on his head and then struggles to get a grasp of the area. “What happened? Man my head is killing me…”

Noah knew that he must have drank more than just a bottle of tequila but he head and stomach were in no mood to cooperate and Noah soon found himself running for the bathroom and the violent throwing up soon followed. A few minutes later he emerged to find a man standing there in front of him. Noah is his shock grabbed the nearest weapon…a hockey stick autographed by Sidney Crosby.

Noah looks at his chosen weapon and sighs… “Great an intruder and now I choose this as the weapon to defend myself.”

“Noah you will be visited by the ghosts of your past, your present and your future. Your own mortality will be for all to see and you will have a chance to pay for your past sins. Are you ready for the journey?” the man asked.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Noah angrily spat. “And who the hell do you think you are talking to? Do I look like a shmuck or something?”

“Noah you will be visited and you will be judged that is your fate, which is your destiny…” the man replied.

“All this is is the result of a long night of hard drinking…and that is it…” Noah replied, trying to deny what he was seeing. “You are not real…”

“Oh, you will see how real I am…and at the stroke of midnight you will be greeted by the first of three visitors…” the man said and then when the lighting flashed and the thunder crashed the figure was gone.

Noah snapped to a seated position in his bed, he ripped the sheet off of him and stumbled to the bathroom and turned on the water and flushed his face with some cold water.


“Dong”

“Dong”

“Dong”

“It’s midnight Noah…” a voice called out from the bedroom.

Noah shot up to attention at the voice and turned and walked to the bedroom…

<<<TBC>>>

[tnt]

We cut to some room where Redemption is dancing around a christmas tree.


Redemption:Snow is falling, all around us, children playing...dooby doo.

Mack Perry appears on the scene.

Mack Perry:You're really bad at singing you know.

Redemption:Yeah...meh,

Mack Perry:Y'know, you've gone about thirty seconds without eating a banana.

Redemption takes a smoothie out of his trousers and sucks it through a straw.

Mack Perry:Is that to break your addiction?

Redemption:No, to wash down the fifteen bananas I just had.

Mack Perry:Ho, Ho, No.

Redemption:Gordie Falcoon much?

Mack Perry:Who?

Redemption:You're not a wrestling fan are you?

Mack Perry:I am, I watched you beat up...Tommy Polo with the big boom last week, on Friday Night Rawzone...

Redemption buries his head in his hands.

Redemption:I hate you so much.

Mack Perry:I know.

There is a brief pause, until Redemption throws Mack into the tree and pushes him to the ground, he then strangles his brother, his brother lies motionless on the floor as Redemption gets to his feet.

Redemption:You see Noah, I am afraid of no man.

Mack begins to get back up cheerily as the camera fades to black.