Debut rp 1

[blader]

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In the darkness they hide. They await the victim to walk into their sights before striking. Can they be stopped well thats a good question. The leader of them says no. She says that once the roll has started that it won't end. So what do we do? I guess just sit back relax and take your asskicking like a man.

**The scene opens up in a huge room. Its filled with toys. Teddy bears and dolls. Barbies and Kens all litter the floor. But of all the toys one corner is far more different then the rest of the room. In this corner the toys are not regular. From heads on backwards to missing arms and legs. Looking at the wall a sign reads twisted toys. A door rest just to the right of the toys and out wlaks Blader Twisted. She looks and laughs before turning to the camera.**

Blader: I'm sorry I just had to see it for myself. I heard these toys were the wickedest in the world. You know they still can't match me the Twisted Player. See Benjamin you are stepping down from the winner bracket and getting into yet another match that is not anywhere less class then the one you were in. See I am not a push over just cause I lost the first round. See I just had a bad day. But last week I came back and proved something. I proved that I am in it to win even if I have to beat thru the loser bracket to do so. So that Benny boy makes me very dangerous. I have nothing to lose now that I am in the loser bracket. I can gain everything though. See if I win then I get the title of Global Tournment Champion. That would give me a title that would make me recognized. Benjamin you are surely going to pay. That is what is going to happen.

**Blader looks down then laughs as she walks away. She leaves the room and the lights go out. A dim glow resinates from the twisted toys pile. the camera turns and run straight into the door going completely black.**

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**As the sun begins to come over the horizon the land is illuminated. The trees so green and the water blue and sparkling. Sitting on the ground is Blader Twisted. Her snug look makes it seems as if she plotting something. Her face turns and she smiles as she begins to talk outloud.**

Blader: My life has been worthless. To my name I have one title to date. I lost my second week with the title. I just fell that week. I lost and I had a rough time coming back. It was hard but I did. Now is the time I will make amends for it all. I am going to win the tournment and take home the biggest prize of all. So my oppenents from here on out are going to lose. I start again this week with Ben. SO Ben you are going to pay.

**Blader lays back and laughs. The scene slowly begins to fade to black.**

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[blader]

**Long dark blonde hair flows passionately in the wind with ever soft breeze that glides past. A heart beats in the firm suppel chest as this sexy blonde bombshell turns to face the camera. Blader's eyes deep green softly glare into the camera as her godess like body just sways back and forth with the breeze and the music. Her eyes never looked more intense as she slowly stops her body but her hair continues to sway from the breeze. Her lips firm up in a tense and stern feel as she stares unstoppable into the camera. No one dare walk toward her in the club as Terror stands back off to the left. He seems to be little bit in fear himself. Blader does not change her look as the camera cuts to the clubbing people around her. Men and women are dancing and drinking and enjoying all the time and music. So many different outfits and hair styles can be seen. The dark and preppy a like all dance as if social groups mean nothing in this place. Terror himself comes into the view of the camera. His brown eyes stare into the camera as his god like face begins to move.**

Terror: Ricey you sound like an over confident little bitch boy. You say you got a damn track record. We in wrestling bitch not track and field. You couold have a record of a thousand wins and one lose but when you come to the ring that shit means well lets say it shit. See over confident cocky or just full of yourself. All superstars and wannabes are the same. They get a few monthes and years experience and they think they are god among men. I seen many morons like you come and fall at my feet. See like you I been in the game a while. I gone from top to bottom and back. I done it all and I seen assholes bigger then you fall to their knees because that one oppenent that they were so confident they could beat was not the wimp they thought he or she was. Jack was the same way. He thought I am a monster and some little girl like Blader is nothing. Yeah he thought that but look he was damn wrong. She beat him and took away his accomplishment. Though she didn't put him out of business her beating lead to his in ability to fight back and that caused him to fall. So before you go all high and mighty on us you might want to think twice. Cause I have known Blader a long time and what she did to Jack was chicken scratch compared to what she will do to some shit hole like yourself. I mean not even I want to see her when she truly set to fight cause she definitely kicks ass of anyone in her way. But don't take my word for it just see what happens to your ass in the ring on Sunday. Ricey if I was you I would not underestimate the Man of Steel champion in the least. That will be your last mistake.

**Terror smirks as he steps back and walks off into the crowd of people. The camera searches around more and just goes from person to person. Soon it happens to fall on an old friend of Blader. Lasting Breather steps from a group and the camera focuses on her long brunnete hair and blue eyes and upbeat smile. Her pearly whites set a gleam as she begins to talk.**

Lasting: When I heard my girl Blader won the title of course I did a double take. I thought she must have gone crazy to beat from what I heard a monster. But when she walked into my apartment and showed me I knew she had fought harder and trained ten times more then normal. But Blader not only won she already defended it againist a former Man of Steel champion. Second ever to be exact. See as champion Blader takes everything seriously. She does not mess around with anything. She won't take your words lightly mister Ricey drug addict is it. Oh sorry I thought of a druggy when I saw 420. See thats the official sign of my group over there. They are potheads and 420 is there favorite number and day of the year. Ricey enough about that you have definitely underestimated my best friend Blader. See you can flaunt your wealth or talk about trainig in harsh conditions but that shit is just talk. See you could run in the middle of a blizzard ten thousand miles and it make no damn difference cause in the ring Blader is nothing like the person you saw before. She bleeds for that title. She would sacrafice her whole body to get a victory. She took on not only the toughest oppenents to get a shot but beat one of the Steelsides greats. Jack was a close to a legend as they come and Blader beat him. Ricey you may been a legend in other federations but here you not even the underdog your the loser trying to make a name for himself and trying to rise to the top to quickly. Don't you know if you rise to fast you fall even faster. Just keep this in mind Ricey. You step in that ring Sunday of you damn will not ever disrespect Blader ever again after she rearranges that face of yours.

**Lasting Breather steps back and gives the camera the finger before walking back to her crowd of stoners. The camera now continues on. As it goes around the other side in the corner the geeks sit in a smal group. The camera shakes a bit as the cameraman laughs at them before turning around and coming back to the face of Blader still standing in the same place with both hands on her hips and her eyes still locked on where the camera was once. Her lips begin to move so beautifully.**

Blader: Sunday after a Hardcore match and a Cage if it takes a third match I get to bring one weapon of choice to the ring to inflict a bit of torture on my oppenent. Hmm well a chair is to common, brass knuckles a little done already. A little barbed wire is over used. But I know one weapon that not many people use these days because it is to gory for most people to see the results. My weapon Ricey is going to be a bag of tacs. Oh hell yeah I want to slam you on them and watch them stick in your back. Smash your face in them and watch that blood trickle down that fine cut face of yours. I want to watch that cocky smile fade into a face of shear fear. You pleading for me to stop and let you walk. See when you step into a Man of Steel match all bets are off. Anything can happen and Ricey I love to make anything happen and I do mean anything. If I break your ribs or shatter your knee or maybe cut you so deep you have to get plastic surgery to fix the scar. Well thats all the better for me. Thats my kind of sick shit. See with your pathetic words it just made me even more mad. See first you got cocky which pissed me off, then you talked about your career before Steelside that was pushing the line. But Ricey you went as far as to say shit about my future husband Terror. See unlike you Terror has accomplished many things in his career. Fact he was going to retire. He came out for support for me and helped me train and still is. But after seeing me fight he got inspired and got back into wrestling. Yeah he is not wrestling on the same roster as me but Terror is wrestling none the less. So leave him out of thise before I let him get involved in the match. He already said his part here but Terror can get even more involved. Oh and if you want to get on sex life thats not your business. I am not some porno star who airs her sex life for perverts like you to see. Oh and don't say your not closet pervert. You probably not admit it all the while sitting in your room jacking off to pictures of old mature bitches. But lets stick to the match shall we. Ricey Sunday is about one thing and that is I Blader Twisted keeping my title and showing you that your not all that fact your all talk and full of shit. So have a nice day bitch boy.

**Blader looks back and Terror along with Lasting Breather walk out the crowd and join her. The three stand looking into the camera. Terror face ready to crack into a laugh, Lasting's lips sealed shut as she places a hand on her neck, and Blader with her dead stare forward.**

Terror: Your end is.....

Lasting: Coming soon and you will.....

Blader: See your fate this Sunday when it all ends!

**The scene just cuts to black.**