Post by Tyron Bickerton on Oct 9, 2016 2:46:45 GMT -6
OOC: First off, it’s kinda crappy that I feel the need to write this, but apparently I’ve been offending some people with this character. There are some serious real world things talked about in this RP, and I just want to stress that these opinions are IN-CHARACTER; this character acts according to what I would find offensive, annoying or inappropriate; so obviously, these aren’t my personal opinions. It’s just a character, guys, don't take anything I say here or on Twitter seriously.
It’s been so long since I’ve seen him, it’s unbelievable!
“Daddy!” I call out, a smile sweeping my face as he marches into the palace I’ve made for myself. Hey, I may be a Queen, but I’m still Daddy’s Little Princess! “Thanks for coming to visit!”
“What have you done to this place?” he asks, looking around at the fabulous improvements I’ve made. I had my loyal subjects - the other kids on the island - work night and day with no breaks to build this #CrayCray place for me to rule.
“I needed something a little more like me!” I tell him, standing from my throne to approach him - my gold crown slumps on my head as my flowing robe sweeps the floor behind me. “You know, it’s customary to kneel before a Queen…”
“Yeah, I won’t be doing that,” he bluntly responds, looking me dead in the eye. I should have him taken away and beheaded right now, but he spoils me rotten! Instead, I latch onto him with a binding hug, and he puts his arm around me. “I need something,” he says.
“Can’t it wait?” I ask as I pull out of the hug. “I didn’t even know you were back in the country!”
“I don’t have time.”
“Not even for one cup of tea?”
“No.”
“Just one…”
“Mimi!”
Hmph! I guess here’s the part of the conversation where he starts to get all crabby… He has the absolute worst patience ever, I swear! “What do you need, daddy?”
“I gave Rebecca an iPad a long time ago,” he tells me. “It had a lot of important information on it. Did she leave it here when she abandoned you kids?”
“Hmm, lemme think…” I drum my index finger on my mouth. I did see that thing somewhere, but where..? I snap my fingers soon after. “Oh! I think Harley was playing with it the other day. Come, I’ll take you to her room.”
I lead him out of my palace, down the stairs on the grassy hill to a much smaller hut - it used to be my living quarters, but since exiling that traitor we used to call our mother, I treated myself to a little upgrade!
“Here it is!” I announce, holding it high in the air after helping myself to her side dresser. I hand it over, and he nods his head approvingly.
“Yeah, great,” he says, scrolling through something on there. “It’s all here, excellent. Thanks, Mimi.”
“Hey, wait!” I call out as he turns to walk away - he turns around. “When will I see you again? I miss you...”
“I miss you, too. You and Harley. But I’ve got to go and make a better world for you kids to grow up in. Don’t worry, I’ll come visit sometime.”
And with that, he walked out. I have no clue when I’ll ever see him again - or what was on that iPad that was so important - but I’m sure whatever he’s doing, it’s in my best interest.
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The scene opens to a darkened room, with a dimmed light showing the profile of Tyron Bickerton. He stands silently for a moment while the stationary camera’s focused squarely on him.
“I didn’t want it to come to this,” he confesses. “I was glad to see VoW in my rear vision mirror. If they’d treated you the way they’ve treated me, you’d understand - that’s assuming you’d be competent enough to compete in a match. I’m the most decorated wrestler in the company’s entire history! I should be standing here before you with the World Visionary Championship over my shoulder, but I’m not, am I? No - because they’d rather give the title opportunities to whomever may be the flavour of the week at the time. I’m more talented than anyone in this company, my track record proves it - every championship I’ve ever challenged for, I’ve won. I’ve overcome every obstacle. You idiotic fans out there, you wonder why I’d bash the company that made me famous? They didn’t - I made me famous!
I’ve been a champion everywhere I’ve gone! No-one made Tyron Bickerton except Tyron Bickerton. I’ve accomplished more in one year than anyone has since the company’s inception, and that pisses you people off, doesn’t it? To know that no matter how hard you cheer for your heroes - how strongly you believe in them - that they’ll never accomplish the feats that I have.
I’ve been a champion everywhere I’ve gone! No-one made Tyron Bickerton except Tyron Bickerton. I’ve accomplished more in one year than anyone has since the company’s inception, and that pisses you people off, doesn’t it? To know that no matter how hard you cheer for your heroes - how strongly you believe in them - that they’ll never accomplish the feats that I have.
We’ve talked about what pisses you off. Now, let’s talk about what gives me the shits.”
He turns to the camera, and the lights brighten just a little.
“I’m starting to think a lot of this promotion’s faults stem from where it’s situated,” he states with arms folded across his chest. “After I was released from that cesspool in Orlando - Sea World - I went back home to Australia to resume my wrestling career. I knew I’d be appreciated over there, and I was - offers as soon as I passed through airport security. While I adjusted back into Aussie life, I started to realise a few things - this so-called “Greatest Country On Earth” is actually anything but.
You people like to call this the Land of Opportunity, and yet hard-working, honest people such as myself are oppressed so your crack whores and drug addicts can rise to prominence; that’s not even bringing into consideration the other aspects of this country that are so f*cked up, it’s baffling. I’ll get to Heath Williams in a minute, but there’s something I want to get off my chest about you piece of sh*t American assholes first. You like to make your jokes that all Australians are convicts - that we’re all criminals - but let’s take a look at the facts for a minute.”
He begins to pace on the spot.
“You know what happened in Australia the last time there was a mass shooting? Port Arthur, 1996 - 35 people lost their lives in the deadliest attack on Australian soil perpetrated by one man. The Prime Minister immediately called for stricter gun control laws, and passed the National Firearms Agreement. Twelve days after the massacre - twelve days - the law was passed, and since then, Australia has had virtually no gun-related violence.
That was twenty years ago. How many shootings has your fantastic country had in 2016 alone? Add in the fact that Donald Trump is likely to become President, and you’re all pretty much f*cked; you idiots who have to go back hundreds of years to find a flaw in Australia will be the same ones begging to live there, because your future is so messed up!
Australia is better than America - Australians are better than Americans - I am better than each and every one of you.”
Clearly getting fired up, he balls his fist and raises his voice.
“Does that mean I’m praising Heath Williams?” he says sarcastically. “He’s from New Zealand - that’s basically Australia, right? No! That’s like saying Canada or Mexico is basically the United States, and we all know how offensive that would be to you racist sh*theads, don’t we!? You can shout ‘LOVE IT OR LEAVE IT!’ at me all you want - and trust me, I intend to - but not before I take care of one last thing.”
He takes a deep breath, lowering his voice and correcting his tone - it’s business time.
“I come in here and work my ass off to climb the ladder and rise through the ranks of VoW. I seize every opportunity I get, and I’m even kind enough to carry Heath Williams along the way - it’s the story you’ve heard half a dozen times, where he throws it all away because he’s a disgusting junkie. But instead of punishing him, the company decides to reward him with an I4NI Title shot! Meanwhile I’m stuck at home, unable to compete with an injury.
It absolutely sickens me that I can play by the rules and still not even get half the respect you do, Heath. I’ve never taken a shortcut to win any championship I’ve held; dispute that fact all you want, but I climbed a ladder to beat you for the I4NI Title in a Ladder Match. But you, on the other hand… After destroying the casket that was designated for our match, you had a second casket brought in! That is completely unethical! I won the championship fair and square, and you robbed me of my trophy with your bait and switch tricks! Those idiotic fans boo a humble, honest man such as myself, all the while egging on a f*cking piece of sh*t who lies to not only his peers, but every fan who actually tunes into this crap!
I suppose this is the part where you expect an explanation from me. Why’d I show up and cost you that title? It’s simple; I can’t stand you, Heath. I don’t watch VoW - I can’t make it through anything produced by this place that doesn’t feature me - and so I was quite happy going about my business back in Australia. But then I heard that you were parading around with that championship, acting like you’re King Sh*t - rubbing the fact that you stole that title from me in my face by issuing an open challenge.
You shouldn’t have done that. I was giving you a free pass - I was going to let you retain your ability to walk, and go on your hypocritical way - with those f*cking idiots following you like sheep. But you spat in my face with that disrespectful display - that’s when I knew what I had to do. I no longer care about main events, or title belts, or forcing people to see how wonderfully terrific I am - this has become so much more than all of that. The harsh fact of it is, I refuse to - no, I can no longer - co-exist in the professional wrestling industry with Heath Williams.
I’m glad Ryan Omega was smart enough to sign this match as an Unsanctioned I Quit Match - a retirement match wouldn’t have cut it, because then I still would’ve been held accountable for my actions. I don’t need to worry about sticking to the rules, because there f*cking aren’t any! With the unsanctioned stipulation slapped on the front there, the chains are off - no rules, no restrictions, nothing that anyone can do to prevent me from ripping your heart out of your chest and feasting on it in the middle of that f*cking ring. See, this isn’t about beating you in a match or proving I’m the best; I’ve already done both. Even on the other side of the f*cking world, I’m disgusted by your presence in this industry, and I only see one way to remedy that - I have to end your career!
I’m not so sure even that will be enough! The fact that we breath the same oxygen is enough to make me see red… I want to kill you! I’m gonna take whatever ridiculous object you decide to bring with you to the ring and beat your f*cking skull in with it, repeatedly - and when you’re on the mat, begging for mercy like a little bitch, screaming I QUIT, I QUIT..! I’m not going to stop. I won’t stop until I see brain matter staining that canvas - and there’s not a damn thing anybody can do about it. I’d sooner go in the goddamn grave before I share one more day on this planet with you than I have to!
One of us won’t have the privilege of waking up on the 15th, because the only way you’re going to stop me is by taking me out before I can end you.”
He walks out of shot, deliberately knocking the camera off its tripod as he passes it.