~A cameraman is walking down a street following a gentleman. All that is seen is his back. He is wearing a black suit with his long hair pulled back into a ponytail. It appears that they are walking the streets of a city somewhere. The man the cameraman is following turns around and it’s Devil With Priest. He gives an evil smile and speaks…~
Devil With Priest:Hello ladies and gentlemen…I am Devil With Priest, and we’re spending a day with yours truly in the city of Baltimore. I grew up in Detroit, but to be frank why would I want to do a segment in a place that’s windy? So we’re here in good ol’ Baltimore. As well let me introduce all you little jerks to my camera man, Ben. Say hi, Ben.
~Ben the Cameraman shakes the camera, his way of saying hi, as filming DWP lighting up a cigarette.~
DWP: Good job, Ben…so lets begin our day full of fun and mischief.
DWP: I’m not going to lie to you folks, I am a chain smoker. F*** it…why not? Life was created by the benevolent creator to die the second you were born, right? What’s there to loose? Might as well speed the concept of death up, right? Anyway smoking releases stress…~DWP looks into the camera with a serious, yet sarcastic expression and says…~ but don’t try at home, kids, your parents might catch you. So anyway, this T.V. title business is getting pretty intense, I’d say. In my past have I ever seen a title devoted to being the champion of the all mighty Television be so hyped…no I haven’t. Thus, what makes me love the WpW even more. This shows me competition will be found in any fashion for anything. Ya know, I’ve listened and watched all these other T.V. Title followers speak their minds on the subject for what they are putting their bodies on the line for…and I like it. It’s morbidly romantic to know in the back of your mind these superstars will put their bodies and souls on the line to shed some blood and tears over a piece of metal, to show this world who the hell they are. Kudos, Amigos to your wills. Ah, what do we have here…
~Devil With Priest seems to have walked by a basketball court, where the streetballers of Baltimore play their underground basketball. It’s only 4:00 in the evening, so only the neighborhood kids are playing right now. DWP crawls through a hole in the gate and walks up to the kids as the cameraman follows.~
DWP: Hey there, kids. How are you all doing?
Kid#1: Who the f*** are you, mister?
DWP: Heh...~Looks into the camera~ clearly you can see these kids are from Baltimore. Listen buddy, I’m just some ol’ guy running around for the day interviewing the people of Baltimore. Say kid, would you like to be on…I dunno….T.V?
Kid#1: Yeah! Interview me!
DWP: Ha…alright buddy, lets begin. Now, do you watch wrestling?
Kid#1: Yeah, the WPW!
Kid#2: Yo I watch WPW too!!
DWP: Good for you kid, but I’m not talking to you, I’m talking to this little guy right here, go bounce your ball or something.
~The little kid flicks DWP off and goes to continue his game, while the first kid stands there still astonished to be on television.~
DWP: Say kid, I see you like the game of Basketball, eh? Tell me, you don’t like to loose, do you?
Kid#1:~giving a big smile~ No sir, I don’t.
DWP: Lets say you lost a game, you’d probably consider yourself a “pathetic loser” so to speak…
Kid#1: Yeah, I know how good I am, and if I mess up, there goes my game. I like to think of myself as my favorite wrestler, David Capital.
Devil With Priest: Funny you mention that, pal, you see, that’s one of my opponents for that T.V. Title, if you’ve been watching lately.
Kid#1: Oh snap you a wrestler? That’s funny, I don’t remember seein’ you.
DWP:~smiles looking at the ground~ Heh…funny kid. I’m new here, but for nobody really knowing me, I’m workin’ on it. David Capital, he’s your favorite wrestler, huh? Let me tell you something about this Capital fella. From the sounds of it, I don’t think he is a good loser. He wants to win, he craves for the winning touch. It’s ashamed that the poor guy couldn’t live his dreams for the Olympics because of that nasty injury he suffered.
Kid#1: Yeah, but it’s all good, mister. He’s my favorite and the best! He’ll probably win this time.
DWP: Heh…kid you didn’t let me finish…~DWP bows on one knee to be at eye level with the kid, he puts his hand on the kids’ shoulder.~ It’s funny, really…you see this David Capital guy, he’s been a loser since day one. He can even admit to it, that’s sad part. This kid, he’s so hyped up to take that “D” guy out instead of freeing his mind to face anyone, that’s his downfall, kid. Amateur wrestling is great and all, but who does that now days? I find glory in making my opponents cry to their God in the hands of the Devil. I find passion in watching their blood flow from their open wounds, kid. I want you to check one of these little jerks when you guys continue to play your little basketball game, and tell me how good it feels when that kid runs home crying to their mommy. Before I go though, mind if I throw a basket?
Kid#1: Uh…yeah…sure…here ya go mister.
~The kid runs to his friends whispering to them what a weirdo this guy is. DWP dribbled the ball a few times, acts like he is about to shoot it, but instead chucks the ball onto a sharp rock that was on the court, making their ball go flat. He smiles and waives goodbye to the kids as he speaks one last remark.~
DWP:~climbing through the gate~ Kids, don’t forget, you can’t be a winner, if you have flat balls. Oh and hey kid, the one I was talkin’ to…I’ll be sure to send Capital my regards for you, after I take his “winning touch” he craves….and turn it into my “Finishing Touch”…hah…enjoy your game boys.
~DWP continues walking down the street as Ben talks to him. You can still hear the kids cursing at DWP for blowing up their basketball.~
Ben the Cameraman: Hey man, don’t you think that was kind of messed up, ya know, blowing their ball up like that. All they wanted to do was have fun.
~DWP turns around and gets in Ben’s face. You can see DWP looking off the camera at Ben.~
DWP: Ben, consider it a lesson to those little pieces of scum. Life is cheap, so are basketballs. Let the little f***’s go buy a new one. Let that Capital guy cry for you, I’m sure he has a heart for kids that worship him.
~DWP continues walking passing an alleyway. This thug comes from the alley and puts his arm around DWP’s neck dragging him into the alley. The camera man stays hides behind a dumpster in the alley watching it on camera since he is too afraid to help out Devil With Priest.~
Thug: Yo gimme all yo money & bling, fool!
~DWP smiles while the Thugs has his arm around his neck tightening the hold every few seconds wasted.~
DWP: Heh…come on, amigo, pal, can we not negotiate? I mean honestly, if you were to try something else you might regret it.
Thug: Fool! Who you think you are threatenin me? Ima kill you if you don’t hand the goods!
DWP: That’s funny, pal, I think I’m Joshua Blank…but you can call me the Devil with Priest…say ~coughs because of the choke hold~…you remind me of this wrestler named Jamar Matthews.
Thug: Please son give me the money I dun care about dis Jamar fella!
~DWP quickly flips this thug over his back and wraps his arm around the thugs neck from behind in reverse DDT style…thus putting his move the “Finishing Touch” on, DWP starts to speak to the thug calmly as he slowly tightens his hold, slowly stratching the guy’s head back.~
DWP: As I was saying, pal, you remind me of this JMatthews punk. He reminds me of you, a petty little thug. Now get the f*** out of my view, punkass before I snap your neck!
~DWP lets the thug goes and watched him run away. Ben the Cameraman walks out from behind the dumpster walking towards DWP~
Ben the Cameraman: Dude that was awesome how you took him down!
DWP:~has a frustrated look on his face~ Thanks for the help, Ben, you’re a guy to be counted on. That asshole nearly ruined my black suit...damn.
Ben the Cameraman: So did that thug really remind you of JMatthews?
~As they continue to walk down the street, DWP lights another cigarette up~
DWP: Well Ben, yes and no. You see…that thug had guts to touch me. For that Jamar guy, I can’t say the same. They are both little thugs, I mean at least this thug didn’t mess my name up. To Jamar, he can refer to me as “Mister Mr. Blankshooter”. Heh heh…that dumb f***. Let me quote him ~uses quote fingers, with cigarette in his mouth~ “I won’t be shootin blanks” … or something like that. Heh, it’s fun to watch these fools’ segments. But I must say, his companion Shanika, she’s a looker. Heh…I wouldn’t mind leaving with that braud on my shoulder and the T.V. title on the other. Ben, you must understand, the concept of thuganomics does not scare me. This Jamar fella, I can see fear in his eyes. All he can do is talk, but when it comes down to it I think he’d follow the hit-n-run routine. I won’t give him the chance to run though. Shootin’ blanks, heh heh…~takes a drag of his cigarette~ … please. Jamar when you watch this buddy…let me just say you wanna refer to me as Mr. Blankshooter…~shrugs shoulders~…whatever…f*** it…by the end of T.V. Title night your name will be blank, for I will erase your sorry ass off the planet, boy. ~gives an evil grin~…and Shanika, well don’t worry…she’ll have a beautiful home. I’ll show her how much more fun it is to play with the Devil over a thug. Jamar…looking forward to meeting you, pal.
~Devil With Priest and Ben walk into a café to grab a bite to eat. It is now 6:00 at night. They sit down as Ben films DWP eating a rare, bloody steak.~
Ben the Cameraman: Man, how can you eat that so rare, I can still hear it mooing.
DWP:~with mouth full~ Well, Ben it has good protein in it. Helps the body grow strong, right? ~puts silverware down with a puzzled look on his face~, but I’ll tell you what I don’t understand. Sodium…who cares about sodium, who needs sodium in their body. F*** sodium, you can get everything you need with all the other shit in it. Kind of like that wrestler that will be fighting for the T.V. Title, “Sodium”…heh heh heh. That guy is funny. Appears as if we have another thug in this little battle. Fair enough. Sodium, he is named after something nobody cares for, and plus he looks like he needs more protein. He has skin…he has bones, that is all I see. Sodium, he has the height advantage, I’ll give the maggot that much, but Ben, does he honestly have what it takes to walk on the darkside? Seriously, it’s ridiculous to ponder. I think the guy would break his legs just walking up the steel steps to get into the ring, one less person to break. He better smoke up before his match, so it won’t be so painful, ya know? I’ll look forward to tormenting this boy’s poor soul. Heh…alright Ben, enough about bones, lets finish and continue a day with ~grins, looking into camera~ yours truly…
~DWP walks out of the café, now 7:30 at night, spots a strip club across the block. DWP turns to the camera, and evilly smiles. They proceed into the strip club. A bouncer at the front is giving Devil With Priest and Ben trouble about the camera. DWP slips $200 in the bouncer’s pocket, and they proceed into the club. The black lights give DWP’s eyes a weird glow, like nothing seen. They sit at a table and watch the ladies dance.~
Ben the Cameraman: Your eyes, dude, they’re glowing weird.
~DWP opens his eyes wide giving Ben an evil look~
DWP: BOO! Heh heh…lets just say Bennie that the Devil comes out in one in mysterious ways. It’s all about your eyes. Anyway, look at these ladies…they’re beautiful. Must be nice for the lucky fellas who get to…date these brauds. Ah well, the past is a bitch.
~This built, bald African-American walks up to Devil With Priest~
?: Hot damn Josh Blank! The original “Devil With Priest”! It’s me man! “Golden Dogg” from XWF! What’s up man?!
DWP: Well, shit, it’s you! I’ve been good, amigo. Just getting my mind straightened out.
Golden Dogg: I heard all about you man. It sucks you had to leave the XWF cuz of dat knee injury. It hasn’t been the same wit out you. I’ve heard though you ain’t as dark as you used to be.
DWP: It’s all good. The XWF were fun times, ya know, takin’ names, makin’ names. But I have found a new federation, one with better competition. Actually, you wouldn’t believe it…there is two other XWF superstars in the WpW.
Golden Dogg: Fo real? Who Dat?
DWP:Centurion…
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Golden Dogg: and?
DWP: His lovely lady…Catherine...~gives a devilish smile~
Golden Dogg: Ah dayuuum…she’s a hottie. You takin’ on Centurion anytime?
DWP: Actually…it’s funny, his female companion will be an opponent of mine in this battle royal for the WpW T.V. Title.
Golden Dogg: Whaaaat? Dayum!
DWP: I can’t underestimate her though, she’s under his training. And if she is under his training, she will have many, many tricks to use. She doesn’t remember me that well but Centurion filled her in on who the Devil with Priest is.
Golden Dogg: True dat. Centurion was a brutal motha f***cka. His girl will be brutal too, for a gal.
Devil With Priest: Yeah, I was watching her training video with Centurion the other day... Catherine came to the conclusion I’d be a hell of an opponent…you know what I had to say to that Gold?
Golden Dogg: What’s dat?
DWP: Your god damn right I’ll be a hell of an opponent. Catherine's game plan is to hope I’ll be in the battle royal before her so I can get wore out, very good game plan. I can only hope the ol’ chap Centurion can advise her to not underestimate the Devil in one’s self. Sneak attacks would be nice.
Golden Dogg: That’s the style I abide by, bro!
DWP: Heh..~takes a drag of his cigarette~ I just hope she won’t bust my balls, so to speak...heh heh. But f*** it…I’ll look forward to fighting her. She is a beauty…I wouldn’t mind taking her home as well after the match..heh heh heh..
Golden Dogg: Fo real man…aiight bro ima go up and check these fine ladies out at the table. Nice seein’ ya bro!
DWP: Take care…
Ben the Cameraman: An old friend?
DWP: You could say that…
Ben the Cameraman: Are you serious that you will take Catherine, a female, into consideration in this fight?
DWP: Of course…like I said she is behind the training of Centurion. I know he’s no joke. I’ve seen his styles in the XWF. He is a clean-cut gentleman, but has force behind his punch. I know Catherine will use his training to her advantage. But I am going to enjoy petting her pretty hair…while she is on the mat …~ DWP starts to get a serious, demented look on his face~ …while she is crying for his help…crying and screaming…but anyway…this club is boring…lets go…it’s 9 f***ing o’clock at night. Lets go.
~DWP and Ben walk out and continue to walk up the street. They stop at Duncan Doughnuts…DWP starts to sarcastically smile…~
Devil With Priest: Ya know, Ben, D…uncan D…oughnuts is always a good place to keep yourself up with a coffee at late night times. Sometimes a coffee is so …D…lecious when you need a rush to the head.
~DWP walks in and buys a coffe…and walks back out…DWP and Ben eventually find their way to the inner harbor. DWP walks to the end of the dock and stands against a pole with his hair flapping in the wing. He lights up a cigarette and begins to speak…~
Devil With Priest: You know, Bennie, it was a fun day out in the city of Baltimore…finding all of these relative things to relate to opponents I will be facing. But there is one opponent I wasn’t able to touch basis on yet. I couldn’t relate him to any of the bumf*** bullshit in this smelly, polluted city.
Ben the Cameraman: Who would that be?
DWP:~sarcastically~ Beeen…pay attention to your wrestling. The other guy set to fight in this organization for the T.V. Title. This little worm that goes by the letter of the alphabet. A man that is young at heart…I saw it in his eyes, the pain of watching wrestling since he was a young 14 year old. However, he couldn’t pick up his balls to pursue his dream right away. The dark individual with a sick mind, named “D”. Heh…Ben, whether “D” likes it or not, him and I have much in common. From what I’ve seen and heard out of the mouth of this little hellion, he doesn’t know much about me.
~DWP takes a drag of his cigarette, and exhales…with a demented smile on his face~
DWP:
Ben: Why are you talking to good about
DWP: I know…but f*** it. What’s in a name that isn’t in the soul? The Devil With Priest…why not go by “Devil’s Priest” or “Priest of the Devil”…because in my eyes I am the damn closest to the Devil. Look at the water, Ben, look at the calm waves…created from their current to only crash and die. A great comparison for this individual. It’s funny, if only my soul-brother would understand more-so than bitch and moan, as I hold the name of the Devil, my fury and will, my energy and my rage is my Priest. A Priest follows the will and name of the benevolent creator, my Priest is everything from my experiences to my anger, pent up to be released…heh heh…but what’s in a f***ing name? “D” can call me what he wants. When it comes down to the night of the Television title, all eyes will be blinded by it’s shimmer for their goal to grasp that piece of tin. My mind will be all free-flowing. My focus will be annihilation. “D” has the free flowing mind as well. Shall be a fun night....but "D"eeevistating for others. ~flicks his cigarette into the water~ … However, “D” will get a piece of the Devil on Goldpush. He “thinks” he be able to pass me by, go ahead, believe. That’s all I will say to that. Everyone loves surprises. Physical strains should contribute to your aggression, not complained upon.
~DWP turns to the camera as his hair continues flowing through the air~
DWP:“D” … I want you to show me what you’re all about. I want you to focus on ME! I want you to show me your Devil…I’ll show you the Devil With Priest. It’s ok, boy, to have been scared to enter the world of wrestling at first. I know you must’ve had dreams when you watched it at 14 years old. Now you’re here…now your dream can be made. But keep in mind, it can damn sure be broken. ~DWP smiles and walks closer to the camera~
Ben the Cameraman: Dude, seriously, there are five opponents against you. Do you really think you will survive this? I mean, odds are against you...and plus you've been out of action period a couple of years...plus you're kind of weird in the head...
~DWP out of no where grabs Ben the Camera man and just tosses him into the water off the dock at the harbor. The camera is still on the ground rolling as Ben is in the water yelling and cussing at DWP. DWP walks to the camera speaking…~
DWP: This cameraman was full of shit, the people this place provides me with…f*** it! ~yelling to Ben~
~The camera on the ground shows DWP’s foot smashing it, with static following~
~FIN~
OOC: Sorry for the lengthiness, so many people to RP on, you just loose yourself in the midst of writing. Hope you all like it. Thanks – DWP J.B.
