Past Work

[Phantom]

(O.O.C. Okay since I have the week off due to busy as a fucking crazy person I would not have been able to compete both this week and at the pay per view. So while I am using this time to write my rp for next week I got to thinking...alot of the guys on here really don't know that much about how Phantom came about. Soooooo I figured I would post two rps that actually won me my first and second world titles. Also it gives you an insight into the Phantom character a bit more. This actually can be an open thread to post your comments, critiques, advice or admiration. I am always looking to improve my writing. I figured I would contribute to this weeks show in some manner.)



The scene opens with Phantom sitting on the edge his bed in a hotel room. Lying just a foot away was his lover Ageha who slept motionless and unstirred. Phantom had the exact opposite happening to him. He had sat up for the last couple of hours not able to calm his mind. He was not sure why but something was eating away at him.

*What is wrong? Why can I not fall asleep?

Phantom brushes his hands through his silvery white hair. Phantom briefly remembers a time when a fantasy nerd had mistaken him as someone dressing up like Sephiroth. Phantom had just shaken off the mistake as a laughable experience but this recently had only seemed to exacerbate an idea in his mind.

*What makes me special? What makes me unique?

Phantom twitched his head up as he could have sworn he heard voice. They appeared to be whispers on the wind but Phantom could not figure out where they were coming from. The windows were sealed due to fear of guests of the hotel committing suicide and the door was locked. The only sounds within the room were the ticking of Phantom’s watch from across the room and Ageha’s soft breathing.

After sitting on the bed for almost thirty minutes Phantom got up and walked across the room. He walked around the couch and dropped all his weight onto it. He did a leg drop maneuver and extended himself across the couch. He shut his eyes hoping that his mind would somehow relax and he would just end up falling asleep on there. But that was not the case.

*God damn it! Why can’t I fucking fall asleep?!

Phantom sat up once again and began to run his fingers through his hair once again. His eyes darting around the room trying to find something to focus on to calm his mind so that way he could get some kind of sleep. His eyes would lock onto possibly one of the few things he did not want to start to think about.

His mask.

The mask that had been awarded to him by his former mentors. Phantom reached forward and lifted the mask and brought it to his lap. The mask was a white with blue markings scattering across it. It was designed very similarly to Kane’s original mask. It had been given to him when Phantom finished his training under the Undertaker. The Undertaker had told him to wear this whenever he had a match and he would be carried through by his training. Phantom since then had worn that mask into every match he ever had. However, contrary to popular thought Phantom did not walk his entire life behind the mask. As soon as the match was over Phantom would remove the mask once backstage. He had once not done this and suffered the consequences for it.

Phantom’s head snapped up once again at sounds he could have sworn were voices. But once again no one was there and the only sounds were his watch and Ageha softly sleeping the bed. He turned at looked at her. His lover, but was more likely categorized under the term sex buddy. The connection they had rekindled over the last couple of weeks was somehow strangely calmly and pleasant. They had been boyfriend and girlfriend almost two years ago now but she had contacted him shortly before his RCW debut. They had met up and soon were having sex. He was not sure why but their physical connection with each other was stronger than ever. It was their emotional connection that needed working on.

Phantom snapped back around at the television at the sound of more voices but once again there was no one there.

*I am losing your mind…

Voice- That would probably is a fair assessment.

Phantom jumped up through the air off the couch and spun around. As he did he almost fell backwards over the table. Standing in front of Phantom was several people the only one Phantom could recognize though were Aukan. Even in limited light the scar on Aukan’s neck stood out as if it was neon green and his eyes if they were headlights to some monstrous machine of death.

Aukan- What didn’t think to see us all here at once?

Phantom looked confused as his eyes darted around the room and in between the figures.

Aukan- Ah…you have not met them yet…well then let me do the introductions.

Aukan began to casually stroll to his left in his jet black three piece suit. He stopped first at an older man dressed in a toga like outfit.

Aukan- The first of the introductions is this older man here. His is wise beyond his years and speaks in some kind of stupid ass accent. Not really sure why you gave him that by the way…but anyways his name is Plutarch.

Plutarch bows his head- It oust my pleasure to meet thou.

Aukan rolls his eyes- I told you the accent was stupid.

Aukan continued his little stroll this time he stopped in front of a young man with brown that was spiked in the front he was dressed as if he were about to go out to a club.

Aukan- This handsome man is Andrew and he is one of the proudest people I have ever seen. Actually he is probably well beyond the point of arrogance.

Andrew- You are not arrogant if everything they say about you is true.

Aukan rolled his eyes and then walked over to the fourth and final figure. He stopped looked her up and down and then whistled. The woman lifted her arm in the air and pointed straight up. Aukan reached out and grabbed the top of her finger. She began to spin around in a circle. She stood an easy 5’ 6” had blonde hair that fell in between her shoulder blades. She wore only a skin tight bra that showed off her large C cup breasts and a skin tight pair of panties that showed off her voluptuous bottom. Her eyes showed were lit with the hunger of the flesh.

Aukan- Now this little piece of sweet ass is Megan…she will make any man go wild and guess what…she is all yours. She will help deliver to you whatever you want.

Phantom slowly began to back away. All four did not move until Aukan stepped forward.

Aukan- Surely you did not think we would not show ourselves sooner or later…

Phantom again backed away.

Aukan- You didn’t!

Aukan began to laugh in such a way that weighed heavily upon someone’s soul.

Aukan- I wasn’t the only one that was waiting to be let out. And now we are all free.

Phantom- Where the hell did you come from?

Aukan- You know damn well where you came from!

Phantom froze and began to mull over the idea then looked up horrified.

Aukan- Exactly…we are part of you.

Phantom thrashed his left arm up and down.

Phantom- Impossible. Impossible. If you are me…when did you come about?!

Aukan- Once again you know damn well when.

Phantom looked at his right arm which was scarred from his wrist all the way up to his shoulder.

Aukan- Good boy. At that moment when Kane lit your arm on fire. As the heat burned away your flesh and it felt like your bones were going to melt. When you almost pissed your pants from feeling such pain, when you were lying in the ring screaming and writhing in angles I have not seen from you since.

Phantom shook his head- No…shut up…

Aukan- Your mind splintered at that moment to deal with the pain and now you have us. You pay homage to that moment. Every time you wrestle you paint red tribal flames on your right arm over your scars.

Phantom began to walk towards the bathroom when in the door way leading out into the hallway stood Plutarch in all of his toga glory.

Plutarch- To run away from thy destiny is to show cowardice. Thou art not doing that. Art though?

Phantom- I am running from nothing! Least of all my destiny!

Plutarch- Then why doth thou not embrace us so?

Phantom- Because you are not real and meaningless!

Plutarch did not seem fazed but instead shifted his toga so it sat better upon his shoulder.

Plutarch- But without our help thou haveth no chance of winning…

Phantom was stunned and could not figure out how to respond instead he turned to head into the bathroom. As he turned he found himself staring into the eyes of Andrew. The smug smile on his face was something that bothered Phantom.

Andrew- What are you upset about? Be proud that we are here to help.

Phantom- I don’t need your help. I do not need any of the help you are offering.

Andrew- That is the attitude. You are better than everyone….almost everyone…I obviously don’t fall in that category.

Phantom- Move your cocky ass out of the way.

Andrew- I am not cocky. I am confident. If you want to hear someone who is cocky you should look in the mirror. Constantly walking around spouting the crap that you were trained by the Undertaker. So what? You pride yourself on your own achievements but you throw his name around like it is going to win your matches for you. At least I know that I can do anything….ANYTHING I set my mind too.

Phantom- Move out of my way!

Andrew does not comply and Phantom shoulders his way past Andrew. He was starting to think was just a horrible nightmare. He walks into the bathroom and slams the door behind him. He walks over to the sink and begins to splash water on his face as if that were a cure to how his night was going. He repeated this process three times before he looked up and into the mirror. In the reflection he could see Megan standing behind him. She places her hand on his shoulder. He could actually feel the weight of her hand it was almost as if she was real. She spun him around then instantly pressed her body right up against his.

Megan- Now why are you fretting your pretty little head off?

Phantom- You are not real.

Megan rolls her eyes and then rises up against his body. She leans up to his ear.

Megan- Does this feel real?

Her breath felt so warm against his neck and her body felt so nice against his. She slowly slid down grinding her beautiful body against his. It was so seductive and so tempting. It took every fiber of his body, mind and soul to resist but eventually he managed to push her off and turn around. He stared into the mirror.

Megan- Was it not to your liking? I could do more if you want.

Phantom- The person I care about is lying in the bed of this hotel room.

Megan- She is not the person you truly care about. She is just someone that you are currently sleeping with. I am what you want.

Phantom- That is a lie…

Megan- No it is not.

Phantom pulled back and punched the mirror. The mirror shattered and Phantom pulled his fist back. His fist was covered in blood as the cuts from the glass oozed blood. He turned around and to his delight Megan no longer stood there. He breathed a sigh of relief and walked outside. No one was there. The room was once again silent. All there was the sound of Phantom’s watch ticking, Ageha’s breathing and now the slow drip of blood from Phantom’s fist. As he began to walk forward all of a sudden he was thrown to the ground and held there by a hand on the back of his neck. He could see Aukan holding him down and the enraged look that he had seen in his eyes shortly before his interview with Conan.

Aukan- How dare you try to ignore my existence! You are mine!

Phantom- No…I am….my own man…

Aukan laughed.

Aukan- You are not your own man. When someone is their own man they do not hide behind a group of a bunch of morons. Who cannot stay out of other people’s business! They deserve what is going to be dealt to them.

Phantom struggled to try and get up but did not have the strength for some reason. Aukan grabbed his hair and lifted him up onto his knees. Phantom clutched at his hair trying to find some way to relieve the pain. He could feel the blood starting to roll down his arm from his hand.

Aukan- You listen to me and you listen good. You are going to go into that match come Saturday and you are going to destroy both of your opponents. Who are your opponents again? Morlock and Valentyne? HA! Both are fools that will feel the weight of your boot.

Phantom- Stop…

Aukan- Morlock…a fool who burns effigies of his opponent because he cannot get his act together to pin someone! You have tasted the sting of the flame! You have felt your skin melt from your arm!

Phantom- Shut up…

Aukan- Valentyne is an arrogant, angry punk who throws a temper tantrum when he does not get what he wants. He feels that he does not need to earn his right to face the champion. His pride will be his undoing as he underestimates you as an opponent. He needs to remember that he was the one who got pinned in your last match with him. Not you. Not Rage. Him.

Phantom- Shut up…I can do this on my own…

Aukan- No you can’t. You said you could handle Jake Adonis on your own and he kicked you teeth down throat. You said you could handle Kane on your own and he lit you on fire. You know I did quite frankly like that smell.

Phantom- Shut up…

Aukan- You are mine. Your body will soon be mine. Your mind is mine.

Phantom- Shut up…

Aukan- Together we are going to rise to the heights of power within RCW and far beyond.

Phantom- Shut up…

Aukan- Let me tell you something. A man losing his mind is dangerous but the one thing that is more so is a man that still knows what is happening but has no control of his mind anymore.

Phantom- Shut up…

Aukan- Now you will obey me.

Phantom- No…

Aukan- Obey me.

Phantom- No…shut up…

Aukan- OBEY ME!!!

Phantom- SHUT UP!!!! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!

Phantom continued to scream at the top of his lungs as he clutched at his hair. Ageha rolled over and flipped on the light only to find Phantom screaming bloody murder as blood ran down his arm. Ageha ran to his side and try and calm him down.

The scene fades to black as Ageha tries to calm her screaming lover.

[Phantom]

(And the second)


The scene opens with Phantom sitting in the dark of his dressing room just moments after his world title match. One week. One week just like all the others. Phantom could not hold onto the title more than a week just like the previous champions before him.

*Damn it…why….why?*

As he moved his back throbbed with pain. There was not much that the doctors could do apparently. They said that when Phantom had received the steel steps to the back it had not done any serious damage but rather enough to make Phantom incapacitated for just long enough for Jason Tombs to perform the Dethroner on him. He remembered being rolled into the ring by Badass Brian and fed to Jason Tombs. He remembered being lifted into the air and then slammed to the mat. Phantom had been in complete control of the match up until then. Three different men and Phantom was controlling the pace of the match by himself. It took three men working just on Phantom in order to put him away.

*They couldn’t handle me…*

Phantom rises from the chair he was sitting in with a groan and picks it up and then he hurls it across the room. The chair smashed against the wall and collapsed in on itself. The rage and anger that he felt burning in himself was something that he had never felt before. At that moment Phantom realized that he had what it took to take a fight too far in order for more permanent damage to be done.

*Aukan was so confident in himself. He was sure that he was able to defend the title while in control. He lied to me. He lied about how powerful he was. Now when he has failed he is nowhere to be found. He is going to pay for this! He is going to regret not handing control back over to me!*

As Phantom was about to destroy another object in his blind rage he heard a distant voice. This voice was not in his head like so many had been in recent weeks. He was hearing voices over the radio. Phantom moved towards the door and opened it slowly just so a crack of light could shine into the room. He saw several people sitting around a radio drinking a couple of beers. They had a lighthearted conversation going on and were listening to the RCW radio show, Renegade Radio. Marcus Williams was talking about the next show. The Skull Warz pay per view and he was listing off the matches that were going to be on tap for that night. That was when Phantom remembered the email that he had received earlier that week and it was than when your match was announced over the radio Marcus Williams would spin the Wheel of Misfortune in the studio to determine the stipulation.

Radio Host- Now on to our main event of the evening. After the results of the world title match we will have a world heavyweight title collision. It is a match between Jason Tombs and Phantom. And a reminder to all of our listeners out there tonight that did not catch the show earlier, Phantom lost the world title to Jason Tombs in their Fatal Fourway Colossal Cell title match.

Willaims- That he did. And now the world title is once again with a man that knows how to hold onto the title, the original RCW world heavyweight champion, Jason Tombs. Now we no longer have a psychotic man posing as champion.

The words struck deep at Phantom.

*Psychotic man? Is that what they think of me?*

The group of men begin to laugh at the comment. Phantom’s attention was drawn to the group that was sipping beer.

*Drunks.*

Williams- Phantom made a comment during his press conference earlier this week that if I couldn’t get my head out of my ass long enough to name a number one contender that he would take on Jason Tombs one on one. Well guess what you didn’t get YOUR head out of YOUR ass long enough tonight, Phantom, to hold onto your world title. But you get your wish, you get Jason Tombs one on one for the world title match in a….

A clicking sound could be heard over the radio and then Marcus Williams began to laugh.

Williams- We will witness the world title defended in a SADISTIC match. We are going to witness two men beat the living hell out of each other to determine who the top dog is in RCW.

The group of men began to laugh as they turned off the radio.

Man- Can you believe it? That freak gets a shot to try and take back the world title which he pretty much stole from Apostle Kried.

Man 2- Yeah and that WWC scum stole the title from a true member of the RCW roster. As far as I am concerned Phantom has as much claim to that title as Ryan Orten.

As the group of three men stood up the first man turned into a solid fist that near went through his skull. The man crumpled and dropped like a lead weight. The second man turned to receive an elbow to the face which broke his nose and put his lights out. The third and only member of the group to not speak received a punch to the stomach which caused him to drop to his knees coughing. He looked up at his attacker to find Phantom with eyes full of rage. His eyes would have burned a whole through his skull if they were able to. The last sight he managed to see was Phantom reel back and kicked him in the face. The third man now lay unconscious just like his friends on the ground.

Phantom- Psychotic freak? Well guess what…this psychotic freak just kicked your ass!

Phantom grabbed his duffle bag and exited the building as he gripped at his bruised torso.


(Several Days Later)

Phantom- Yes. I will give you a call as to when it would be great to meet up with you.

Phantom hangs up his phone and puts it in his pocket. The reporter from the press conference had found out Phantom’s private cell number from what he guessed were her sources as to how she found out about the rocky break up with Ageha. Then the thought of Ageha had reemerged within his head. Despite it being weeks of Phantom being more self absorbed with himself than trying to think about how his ex-girlfriend had been doing. That was probably what someone should have furthest from his mind but for some reason the idea of her kept making its way to the front of his mind.

She had been there shortly before Phantom had his arm lit on fire by Kane which led to him losing his contract with the WWE. She had been there for Phantom’s fall from grace and the beginning of Phantom losing his mind. She had stuck by him until he was so delusional that he kicked Ageha out of his life. Phantom had known about Ageha struggling with drugs in the past but he had never witnessed her doing them. Phantom had been one of her strongest critics against her drug use so when he saw her about to do the cocaine there was just something that snapped in his mind. Perhaps the last straw that saving him from descending into the chaos of his mind was to make sure that Ageha was above her own demons.

Just then Phantom’s phone began to ring. He reaches into his pocket again and pulls out the cell phone to discover that as if there were a divine connection between the two people; Ageha was now calling his cell phone. Phantom stared at the screen of the phone before silencing his phone and allowing it to go to voicemail.

Aukan- Surely, you are not thinking about calling her.

Phantom heard the voice within his head. Once again Aukan refused to appear before Phantom. This time Phantom sensed hesitation in Aukan’s voice as if he were testing the waters of what was safe to say.

Phantom- Surprised it took you this long to finally work up some courage to talk to me.

Aukan- I don’t need to work up courage to talk to you.

Phantom- You lying piece of shit.

Aukan- You doubt me?

Phantom- Yes. On in this instance I do. You haven’t shown your face after you had control and failed to hold onto the world title.

Instead of a response there was just silence.

Phantom- Real brave…

As Phantom began to think about what he wanted to do for the night. The image of the bartender flashed through his head once again.

*What was her name again? Damn it why can’t I remember?!*

Then as if a light bulb went off in his head.

*Emily!*

Phantom decided at that moment that even though it was five o’clock in the afternoon that he could go for a drink. He grabbed his jacket and then walked out of his hotel room.


Phantom pulled his car around the building and into the parking lot. His deep silver grey Tesla sports car stood out like a black guy at a white supremacy rally. Phantom shook the horrible comparison out of his way and made his way to the front of the small brink bar. The door opened as a patron stumbled out trying to keep both his lunch down and his feet on the ground. Phantom grabbed the door and entered the old fashion looking bar. There were a couple of people playing some pool. But perhaps the one thing that truly caught Phantom’s attention was the monstrous man that made his way into the back of the bar. He had short black hair and had to stand at least 7’ 5” and was built like an ox.

Phantom casually strolled over to one of the bar stool and dragged it across the ground slightly. A small scraping noise occurred but Phantom lifted the stool just far enough where that wouldn’t happen again. He took a seat and looked down the bar at some of the other people there. There were a couple of average looking guys and girl that Phantom could have sworn was a lesbian.

Behind the bar with her brown hair pulled back in a pony tail pouring a drink into a glass for one of the patrons at the other end of the bar was Emily. There was just something very calming about Emily’s appearance that made Phantom calm. The thoughts of his upcoming war with Jason Tombs seemed to melt away. Emily made her way over to Phantom without noticing who he was.

Emily- What can I get for you?

Phantom- A smile from a pretty girl.

Emily- Listen man…I am not interested in a rela…

Emily had begun to speak before she locked eyes with Phantom. A smile spread across her face as she saw the silver haired wrestler.

Emily- My my my. I am surprised that you still know where this bar is.

Phantom- Yeah. It has been quite some time since I have been around hasn’t?

Emily- A couple of weeks. No word, no call no nothing. A girl would feel like she has been forgotten.

Phantom- Well then perhaps we should try it all over again.

Emily- Perhaps.

Phantom reached his hand out over the bar.

Phantom- Names Stefan. Yours?

Emily reached out and shook his hand.

Emily- Emily. Now that I know your name I want to know something.

Phantom had a puzzled look on his face.

Emily- What do you do for a job? I mean you obviously are not an accountant. The way that you are built.

Phantom- Checking me out now?

Emily- Perhaps. But that is beside the point. Well?

Phantom thought carefully on the question and how to answer it.

Phantom- I am a fighter.

Emily- Really? Do you have an upcoming fight?

Phantom- Yeah…I am actually competing for the world heavyweight championship.

Emily- Congratulations. Are you worried about your opponent?

Phantom- Quite frankly yes. I know it is going to be the hardest fought match that I have ever had. It is going to brutal and going to be one of the classics of the fighting federation. The faint of heart should not watch this match.

Emily laughed and rolled her eyes.

Phantom- What?

Emily- Why do wrestlers and fighters always say that?

Phantom- Wrestlers?

Emily- One of my family’s friends is a wrestler and is actually a former champion. He was solid in the ring but he was fairly quiet. It was his tag team partner; he was a monster and would always brag about how brutal his matches could be.

Phantom laughed.

Phantom- So you know all too well about fighter bravado.

Emily- That I do.

Phantom- Normally, this would be bravado. But this match carries a weight with it. We are going to find out who rightfully deserves to be the big dog and the only way that is going to be decided. Is if we put each other in the hospital and see who can stand after the match.

Emily rolled her eyes again. The two of them continue to talk for a couple hours before Phantom finally has to leave in order to get some rest before his training the next day. Phantom had been pushing himself further and further making sure that his upcoming match with Jason Tombs was going to be a victory. Some of the people at the gym had begun to question whether or not it was healthy what Phantom was doing. He toned them out. He knew his limits. And he knew he hadn’t reached them yet.

(One O’clock in the Morning)

*I really should have said no to that burger. I knew it wasn’t going to sit right in my stomach.*

Phantom threw his jacket over the chair on the far side of the room and that was when the glint of the light from his phone caught his eye. The memory of Ageha’s message appeared at the forefront of his mind. He grabbed the phone and opened he screen. Click on his voicemail box and saw sitting there a message from Ageha. Phantom began to dial the phone. Before Phantom was able to complete the dial process his arm locked up and he was unable to use it.

Aukan- We are not going to do that.

The words resonated within Phantom’s head and his arm began to shake as Phantom tried to will his arm into use.

Phantom- Bullshit, I want to hear the damn message.

Aukan- I said…NO!

Phantom’s arm dropped to his side and rage began to build within his body. The heat from the anger caused Phantom to begin to want to tear at his flesh. The phone clattered to the ground and bounced across the room. Phantom began to see the images of Andrew and Megan appear at first they seemed like ghosts before solidifying. Megan began to rub his chest as Andrew crossed his arms in front of his in a proud father type of look on his face.

Megan- Now, why would you want to go back that lying cheating whore?

Andrew- Seriously…you are better than that. I am ashamed to be part of you. I mean I would never sink to such levels. Can you ever see my face…my face with that piece of shit?

Megan- Just sit down and enjoy yourself…enjoy the company of a beautiful woman…

Megan began to push Phantom until his back was against the wall. She pressed her scantily body against him. The curves of her body fit snuggly against his. Phantom began to experience tunnel vision like he had during the press conference.

Phantom/Aukan- Megan, I recommend you back off before I rip you in two pieces. I am still in this body.

Megan had a look of sadness spread across her face. She sighed and then back away and back over to the chair where Phantom’s coat was. She did little to try and hide what her god given gifts were. Or perhaps they were Phantom’s given gifts due to the fact that she was a part of him.

Andrew- Now, boss, you are doing quite a good job and everything. But I have to know when do I get to grace that meat sack with my presence inside?

The words that came out of Phantom’s mouth seemed as if they were spoken underwater.

Phantom/Aukan- You don’t. I used you to get what I want. Deal with it.

A look of displeasure spread across Andrew’s face.

Andrew- Now how can you deny a sexy such as mine?

Phantom/Aukan- Simple like this. No.

Before Andrew could respond Phantom’s vision began to shake as if an earthquake began to occur. Phantom could feel Aukan’s grip on Phantom begin to slip. Phantom began to scream at the top of his lungs with Andrew and Megan looking at their leader in horror as he screamed in pain. The world continued to shake before Phantom grabbed at his chest repeatedly. Finally in the panicked frenzy Phantom managed to grab a hold of something it felt like the end of a coat. Phantom began to pull with all of his force and as the two began to separate Phantom began to feel unbelievable pain. Then there was a vacuum feeling as Aukan stumbled backwards and ended up on the ground looking up at him. Aukan’s eyes had a hatred that was unmatched by anyone but perhaps Phantom’s at that given moment. For the first time Phantom did not fear the Aukan’s appearance and presence.

Voice- That is what I am talking about.

Phantom turned to find a man in a purple and green suit slowly sauntering out of the shadows.

Man- My name is Heath. It is a pleasure to meet all of you.

Phantom remained speechless.

Heath- But you can call me the Joker. After all I am only here to have some fun.

The Joker walked over to Phantom and lightly touched him on the shoulder. Instantly a crazed look appeared in his eye.

Phantom took a step backwards.

Phantom- No…no…no….NO!

Phantom began to scream at the top of his lungs.

Phantom- I FIGHT DAY IN AND DAY OUT TO TRY AND REMAIN SANE! TO NOT SUCCUMB TO THESE IMAGINATIONS OF MINE! TO NOT BECOME SOMETHING THAT I DETEST! AND NOW I HAVE ANOTHER FREAK THAT I HAVE TO DEAL WITH! NO! I WON’T PUT UP WITH IT ANYMORE!

Phantom lashed out at Joker. Upon connecting with the mysterious man he burst into a cloud of dust. Phantom turned around and grabbed a lamp from the table. With one quick rip the cord is pulled out of the wall.

Phantom- I AM TAKING BACK CONTROL!

Phantom charged forward at Andrew and swung the lamp. It connected with his skull and Andrew fell backwards. Phantom sat on top of Andrew’s chest. He dropped the lamp and it shattered into piece. Phantom raised his fist high in the air.

Andrew- Not the face! Not the face!

Phantom began dropping fists into Andrew’s face and jaw. With each punch his was began to swell and then to bleed. Finally Phantom stood up and looked down at the carnage. Andrew lay motionless moaning in pain before bursting into a cloud of dust. Phantom turned to Aukan. Their eyes met and instantly both charged. They locked hands and began to struggle to see who was stronger. Each moment Phantom was fighting Aukan his vision shook like it did earlier. Then his right arm began to feel hot, then burning. Then finally it felt like when his arm had been lit on fire. The struggle was beginning to wear at Phantom but right when Phantom was about to break Aukan sank to his knees. Suddenly old fashioned shackles appeared on Aukan’s wrists connected to the chain was a huge weight. Aukan looked at the chains and then at Phantom.

Phantom- From this day forward you are hereby locked away…imprisoned in my mind!

Aukan went to scream but his seemed to disintegrate into the cloud of dust like the others and fell to the floor. Phantom had a sick sadistic smile spread across his face.

Phantom- PLUTARCH SHOW YOURSELF! COME OUT YOU TOGA WEARING BRITISH ACCENTED FREAK!

Plutarch appeared in front of Phantom. Phantom reached down and grabbed a shard of the lamp with such force that his hand began to bleed. Phantom screamed a battle cry and then charged forward and stabbed Plutarch in the solar plexus. Plutarch stumbled backward and sank down the wall leaving a blood streak on the wall.

Plutarch- Thou can’t…kill wisdom…for wisdom douth not die…

Plutarch burst into a cloud of dust just like his colleagues. Phantom slowly turned to the only remaining presence in the room. Megan was not sure how to react to all of what just occurred. Phantom walked in a method that indicated that even though Phantom said he was retaking his mind he was actually missing something. He grabbed her by the upper arms. Phantom’s eyes did not hold any familiar look to them.

Phantom- So I have to ask.

Phantom began to hiss each word and speak in a slow methodical manner.

Phantom- Do you think that Jason Tombs will be expecting this? I think he was expecting the me that showed up last week…the one in control…I don’t care anymore…I give in…I don’t care anymore…what Tombs is going to receive is a man that will do anything. Do anything to punish a man…that took something from me…so I have to ask…what do you think?

Megan stammered trying to figure out what Phantom was trying to say. Then with a sudden surge of aggression Phantom tightened his grip on Megan’s arm.

Phantom- You wanted me to embrace you…to love you…to make love to you…to give you what you want…well you get your wish! I will give you what you want!

Phantom pulls Megan into the other room as Megan fights every step of the way to the bedroom. The door shuts behind them.

The scene fades to black as Megan can be heard as she protests against Phantom and then begin s to scream which turns into crying.

[Phantom]

And if anyone would be interested in reading a match that I wrote for the second rp I would be all too glad to share. But disclosure it is long as hell but a good read.

[The Idol Max Prophet]

[We see YOUR USPW International World Heavyweight Champion, "The Idol" Max Prophet as he is watching film of Phantom on his 120" 3-D television. His man servant Terrance brings him a scotch on the rocks.]

The Idol - Terrance, this guy isn't even the real world champion!?!?! I am. Hasn't he heard that yet?

Terrance - I don't know sir.

The Idol - I need knew tights for our match at Hell Frozen Over.

Terrance - What would you like them to say sir?

The Idol - Put a picture of Phantom on my ass.

Terrance - Yes sir

[The Idol pushes play and continues watching. He leans forward. Scouting every move. The Idol is ready for his return to the ring.]

The Idol - (whispers to himself) This schizophrenic shoudln't even be allowed in a wrestling ring. Have we alerted the Nevada State Athletic Commission? (takes a sip of his drink) I'm coming for you Phantom. You're going into the toxic waste pit.