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Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2013 2:11:08 GMT -5
A boy maybe 13 or 14 years old is walking home from school. It's a damp fall day in London, England sprinkling rains but nothing terrible. The boy is slender, average height for his age; wearing jeans, shoes, a t-shirt with a coat over it and his most distinguished feature, his silver hair. It's pretty short around the sides and back, but his bangs hang down covering one of his eye brows and part of the eye. He continues to walk, hands in his pockets with his eyes pointed down at the ground as he walks. He minds his own business as he walks, just like any other day just wanting to get home after a long day of school little did he know, today would change the rest of his life forever. He takes a step out onto the crosswalk as the street lights signal and a car horn blares. He turns to the side to see bright headlights coming right at him. He puts his hands up to defend himself, and luckily the car slides to a stop in time. He smacks the hood of the car yelling
Silver Haired Boy: "Watch the lights!"
and then turns back finishing his crossing of the street only to have a black van with no windows other than the windshield pull up onto the curb in front of him. He smacks the door yelling
Silver Haired Boy: "It's just a little rain! learn to drive!"
and then continues, but the sliding door to the van opens and a man in a black jumpsuit, black ski mask and black leather gloves puts a burlap sack over his head and another man dressed in the same pulled him into the van.
The boy wakes up and everything seems bright. He tries to lift his arms to protect his eyes form the light but he is restrained. He then widens his eyes as panic fills his body and he starts to struggle around , until a voice from within the room, almost right behind him makes him go silent. A voice that sounds around the same age as himself.
Same Aged Boy: "Don't bother struggling."
The boy with silver hair manages to relax himself after a couple deep breaths and shakes the hair out of his eyes before replying to the voice.
Silver Haired Boy: "W-where are we? Why did they kidnap me?! W-What do they want fr-"
He is cut off by the other boy who appears very calm.
Same Aged Boy: "Shh... Stop being such a baby and just wait. They told me I would know everything once you got here so now we wait."
They both remain still for a couple seconds and then right as the Silver haired boy starts to speak again, he is interrupted by the click of a door handle being turned. The door then opens with no sounds and the click of black dress shoes on marble floor is heard. The man wearing these shoes finally steps around into view of the boys. He is about 6'4 broad shoulders atop a pretty stocky body. The man's head is bald, and he has a bushy auburn colored beard and light grey eyes filled with emptiness. He stands with his hands folded behind his back, a black business suit covering him from neck to ankle. The man stands there for a few moments, eyeing both of them before uttering the words that would change their lives forever.
Suited Man: "Cyrus Black..."
The boy who was sitting opposite of the silver haired male's eyes widen as the man says his name.
Suited Man: "Isaac Newman..."
The silver haired boy's eyes now widening as the man also says his name, the man's thick Russian accent butchering the name a bit.
Suited Man: "I'll cut right to the chase. I'm Vladimir Sobotka, and I work for the KGB."
Both boys remain still, strickin' with fear upon hearing they had been abducted by Russian spies."
Suited Man: "You are here, because you have been chosen as the best possible candidates for becoming secret operatives under our command. You do not have a choice, so cooperate and make it easier for all of us. Good day."
The two boys remain silent as the man turns and walks away leaving the room, but the door doesn't shut. They both sit still eyeing the open door way and then 4 men walk in, all wearing identical suits to the first man. 2 men go to Cyrus and 2 to Isaac and begin to unstrap them, then stick needles into their necks causing them to pass out within seconds. The men then drag the boys out of the room.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 5 Years Later ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Cyrus Black and Isaac Newton are at a KGB convention in the capital of Russia, Moscow. They are both standing alongside other men on a stage in their suits. Isaac's silver hair is now draped down to the back of his neck, his bangs slicked back. Cyrus has dark brown almost black hair strewed up in a pony tail behind him. There is a man at center stage who looks about 60 ish speaking into a microphone.
Conference Caller: "And next, being recognized for 5 outstanding years in service, we award Cyrus Black and Isaac Newman, these plaques of congratulation and thanks!"
The conference audience applauds as the two men step up and receive their awards with blank stares as they were taught. A few men then surround the two for a quick conference picture and then they are ushered offstage.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Later that Year ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Isaac Newman: "Negative! Cutting the green wire did not deactivate the device. The timer is still dropping. T-minus 20 seconds until detonation! What do we do?!"
Isaac and Cyrus are both in a warehouse, whereabouts unknown and were sent in two stop a bomb threat. The bomb had been planted in a series of their warehouses to destroy much needed supplies and they had successfully disarmed all but one but were having difficulties with the last one.
Base Commander: "If the green wire did not work then the bomb is under a different frequency! Cutting any others is too risky! You gotta get out of there!"
The timer continues to drop, reaching 15 seconds at this point.
Cyrus Black: "And your positive there's nothing else we can do?"
The timer reaches 15 seconds.
Base Commander: "Negative Agent! Now get outta there before it's too late."
Cyrus looks over to Isaac, seeing what he wants to do.
Cyrus Black: "Well?"
Isaac Newman: "I think I remember this type from about a year ago, back in..."
Cyrus interrupts him, nodding as he does so.
Cyrus Black: "That's right! Argentina! Cut the white!"
Isaac Newman: "On it!"
Isaac then lowers the wire cutters down to the white wire and exchanges a look with Cyrus who gives him the nod, the timer reaching 5 seconds. Isaac then cuts it and the timer appears to stop. They both smile, but the beeping continues.
Cyrus Black: "If the timer stopped wouldn't the beeping..."
They both go wide eyed realizing they had only cut off the feed to the timer, but the bomb was still armed. They both get up as quickly as they could Cyrus backing up toward the doorway to cover the rear as Isaac heads out the door and then the bomb erupts. A fire explosion blowing out all the windows and engulfing everything. Isaac is tossed out the door, going completely through a wire fence and then hits a low hanging tree branch neck first, before hitting the ground unconscious. Cyrus however had been caught by the fire, across the front half of his body and is throw back first through the door way. He then hits the dirt road with a thud, rolling a couple extra feet before laying out himself.
Base Commander: "Black?! Newman?! Do you copy?! Black!!! Newman!!"
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ A Few Weeks Later ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Commanding Officer: "Cyrus...Isaac... calm down. You like fine. We just feel like your injuries are to severe to put you out in the field. We could still use your experience here in the office?!"
Cyrus sits there with his head in his hands and Isaac puts a box up to the small hole in his throat to talk.
Isaac Newman: "We weren't built for office work! We were programmed, trained to inflict pain. To get what needs to be done, done!"
As Isaac pulls the box away you can see the damage he took from the explosion. Burns and abnormalities scarred his skin from his neck up to right above his nose, which looked crushed.
Cyrus Black: "I'm not sitting at some f**king desk all day, on display for these clowns."
Cyrus's voice coming out raspy. His entire front half from the chest up had been severely burnt, his face didn't even look human anymore and his neck, arms and chest were covered in lumps and red patches. The commanding officer sits silently for a second thinking to himself and then nods as he picks up a two folders and hands one to each of them as he speaks.
Commanding Officer: "I'm sorry... but I can't allow it under good conscience. However, there is one way you can continue doing what you do best, inflicting punishment."
The two of them thumb through their folders for a few seconds and then after much debate and talking between the two of them they agree putting there folders on the desk, grabbing pens and signing on a line. Above the line in bold print it read "Real Wrestling Federation Contract" and underneath in fine, small print it read "Send your two best and we'll make it worth your while".
Commanding Officer: "One last thing from you guys. If you're gonna be on live television, they asked that I tell you to "spiff up".
The two of them exchange an annoyed look and then at the same time asked...
Isaac and Cyrus: "What did you have in mind?"
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ The Day After Saturday Night Crackdown ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Scream picks up his metal plated mask and fixes it onto the frame that was screwed into his skull. He then takes the tubing that is running out of his neck and locks it into a section of his vest that lights up, allowing him to breathe while wearing the mask.
Scream: "Ready."
The voice through the mask coming out in a growling robotic tone (Urgot from League of Legends). Slash finishes up securing the tubing from the hole in his neck to the mask that was connected with screws to his jawbone so that he could talk without holding the box and with his soothing accented voice (Bane from the newest Batman movie) he replies.
Slash: "As am I, brother."
They both turn and look at each other and nod then head out of there locker room door, talking as they walk.
Slash: "Did you take a look at who our opponents are?"
Scream: "One Dante Pritchard and a Matt Sydal."
Scream adjusts his gauntlets as Slash slicks his hair back from his forehead over the top and down the back of his head.
Slash: "Never heard of either. No matter, can't be worse than anything we've handled before."
Slash then holds out his fist toward Scream as they near the gym doors.
Scream: "Walk in the park."
Scream says as he fist bumps Slash's outstretched fist without even looking down and they disappear through the double doors, into the gym.
OOC: First time I've ever done a RP where I was trying to kinda give a background story so if it sucked... sorry! d:
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