PROMO | Robert Hope - "Where Art Thou?"

**DUE: March 9th, 11:59 PM EST**

DUE: March 9th, 11:59 PM EST

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Vendetta 105 has been an amazing show so far. The Vendetta Roulette has provided it's fair share of excitement and unpredictability to tonight's proceedings. Just as the crowd begins to recover from the last amazing contest, an unfamiliar song begins to play.

A new arrival? The crowd all look towards the entrance way with curious expressions, looking for any hint as to who it could be. All they see on the trot is a cityscape at night, with all of the lights in the windows of the buildings serving to create urban constellations. The city is indistinguishable, but in itself looks run down and seedy. Several images flick past on the video, as the softly-spoken words of Alex Turner tinkle over the arena through the speakers.

"What a scummy man..." At this, the crowd begin to rifle through their memories as to who this could be. Yes, there have been scummy people pass through the XWA in the past, but one man, most recently, begins to creep into mind. Quite literally. "They're all infected but it'll be alright, cause he's a scumbag, don't you know?..." The last chord of the guitar silently departs, leaving a pregnant silence for a few seconds.

I said he's a scumbag don't you know...

Lights blare from the entrance in thick, erratic strobes to match the frantic pulsing of the music. This is accompanied by two words pulsing on the screen. "Robert Hope". The crowd let out a tidal wave of boos for the wretched tormentor of souls, Robert Hope. He hasn't been seen in months, and now he looks to be making his very unwelcome return to the XWA ring, and he can't be bringing anything other than bad news with him. After a while, he stumbles out onto the stage, dressed in his token shabby, tattered clothes and battered leather jacket. He is greeted with more boos, but surprisingly a few cheers thrown in from those who appreciate the surprise. This doesn't really matter to Hope, who looks out to the crowd with wild, cold eyes. The same eyes that saw David Michaels hang from the rafters with everyone else. The same mind that plotted Michaels' wife's month of personal hell. The same Robert Hope who waged war against Danny Diamond and unleashed his monster on the world. Curiously, he is without Cerberus tonight, but holds in his hand a microphone. So, you can be sure that Cerberus is close by, for the inevitable moment when Hope's big, crass mouth gets him in trouble with the wrong people.

|CEDAR|: Oh, please no. If there is a God, please strike this Devil down.

|MILES|: WHAT?! How dare you! This is an amazing moment, I KNEW that this would be an amazing night! We've got the roulette here, and it looks like we've hit the jackpot!

|CEDAR|: How can you be happy to see this man? This is a sick individual, and all he brings is misery with him. He sicks that monster on anyone who opposes him...he even tried to make a claim as the King of XWA for a time! This guy is a power hungry, psychotic man, and I don't even care if he hears me say it, I don't care if he sends his dog after me. We don't need him here, not now, not ever.

|MILES|: I think you should show more respect to our exiled King, Tubbs McGoo. He's been gone for so long, and you slander him like some scorned ex-girlfriend, of which he has many.

Hope walks down the ramp as he feels the negativity lap up to him and wash over him like the rising tides of a stormy sea. He takes a moment to bask in the hate, and smile an unsettlingly satisfied grin, completely unfitting in the situation. He knows he's hated, he knows he's unwelcome...and that's how he likes it. An outcast who has never been welcomed anywhere feels just fine in this setting. He continues to the apron and rolls under the ropes slowly. He continues until he arrives in the centre of the ring on his back. He tries to get comfortable, looking up to the lights above, as his music fades softly. He is illuminated in white spotlights, with everything else oppressively dark, apart from the occasional camera flash. He listens to the crowd jeering him and cat calling him, then slowly holds the microphone to his mouth, as he remains lying on his back.

|HOPE|: You know, I missed you all in some sick way. I mean, I missed the attention, you know? I missed pissing you all off. I missed feeling the venom spew forth from your pathetic, ugly faces.

|CEDAR|: Here we go...

|MILES|: SHH!

|HOPE|: Now, I know you all missed me too, because let's face it, this place without me might as well be closed down. There is absolutely nothing of value here without your King. I know, you don't have to say it.

The crowd boo and begin to chant "Go home Hope!" Hope just grins and slowly sits up.

|HOPE|: But I know you're all wondering just where I've been, so I guess I'll cut to the chase. It turns out that someone has fraudulently accused myself and Cerberus of a few...mild misdemeanours. Now, that's nothing new for an outlaw like me, but I had to lie low for a little while until things got...cleared up, I guess you could say.

|CEDAR|: Ugh, this guy... We're supposed to be impressed that he's a scumbag, huh? We're supposed to see him as some sort of bad ass, now? I hate this guy. I don't say that about many people, but I hate this guy...

|HOPE|: I won't get into much more detail than that, but I will say this: it's time for The King to retake his throne. My brothers! Where are you? I know, you may be a little bit angry that I left so suddenly, but trust me when I say that it was for good reason. I'm afraid that I won't have much time to explain, as we have to start acting fast. Rob, I know you're still out there, and I even forgive you for joining with that vermin Danny Diamond. All is forgotten, my gentle friend.

Hope pauses, then gets up to his feet.

|HOPE|: Azrael. I've heard you're making me very proud. I've seen snippets of you here and there, and all I want to do is shout from the rooftops how proud I am of my now unmasked friend. Your bravery...your passion...it fills me with so much joy. Why don't you come down and join me again?

Another long pause, and no reply from anyone. Hope twirls the microphone in his hand, seemingly a little impatient. He looks behind him, then snaps back to the big screen.

|HOPE|: Azrael. Rob. Come on. You have to trust me when I say that I left for a good reason. I promise you, my brothers, that I won't ever leave you again.

Hope looks behind him again, seemingly getting more agitated. He shifts from foot to foot and starts to rub his stubble.

|CEDAR|: What the hell is wrong now?

|HOPE|: I promise you... I promise that we'll bring... We'll bring XWA to it's knees again. Please. PLEASE!

Hope turns around to where he keeps looking, just in time for a figure to walk from the shadows into the spotlight. The crowd gasp in shock, as the cloaked figure slowly makes his way towards Hope. His cloak is long and hooded, and an impenetrable black. You wouldn't be able to see him without the spotlight. He almost blends in with the shadow he casts on the floor. Hope has one last throw of the dice and screams.

|HOPE|: BROTHERS! BROTHERS, WHERE ARE YOU?!"

The hooded figure slowly pulls back his dark cowl to reveal a dragon bone mask, and deafening cheers erupt from the crowd.

|CEDAR|: That's Kanimaniac! The REAL Kanimaniac! I knew it! I knew that Hope wasn't Kanimaniac. Now he's going to pay for trying to ruin the name of The Dragon Tamer!

|MILES|: Who is this impostor?!

Hope glares at Kanimaniac, with rage and fear burning in his eyes. He clutches the microphone and swings it up to his mouth.

|HOPE|: WHY ARE YOU HERE? I got RID of you! Why do you keep coming back?! Why can't you just stay away and stay dead?!

Kanimaniac's body language doesn't give anything away. He stands like a statue, watching Hope fluster. Hope begins to pace nervously, looking like he's ready for a fight. He pulls up his jacket sleeves and prepares his hands for a fight.

|HOPE|: Right...right, that's it. We're ending this now. I'm putting you in the ground for good! I swear, either you will end up in a morgue, or we both will!

Hope swings for Kanimaniac wildly, looking to drive the microphone into the head of his rival. Kanimaniac just ducks the shot and pushes him away. Hope spins back on his heels and lunges for Kanimaniac again. He takes him down by his legs, but Kanimaniac quickly manages to wrestle him over into a front face lock, neutralising his attacker. The crowd begin chanting for Kanimaniac to tear Hope apart, but are left disappointed as he gets to his feet, pushing away from Hope. Hope looks up to him, becoming agitated. He springs up to his feet, seething in anger, and goes on the attack once again. he throws a wild right hand to Kanimaniac, but it is quickly parried away and he is dumped to the floor. Kanimaniac holds his arm and plants his other forearm in Hope's jaw. The Prophet struggles and lets out a frustrated groan, before he is released. The crowd start to boo Kanimaniac, who just returns to his feet. Hope wriggles on the mat like a frustrated child, grabs the mic and gets right into Kanimaniac's face.

|HOPE|: Fight me! I know you've been following me these past few months, I know you've been planning this. I'm here now, so fight me! FIGHT ME AND AVENGE YOUR NAME! FIGHT ME, YOU COWARD!

Hope plants his hand in Kanimaniac's face, and is quickly neutralised by Kanimaniac, who grabs his wrist and bends it back in an unnatural way. He brutally wrenches the arm, almost certainly popping Hope's wrist. Hope drops to his knees, clutching his arm like his hand had just been cut off. Kanimaniac's shoulders heave with rage. He looks like he wants to tear Hope's head off...but he isn't... He picks up the microphone and slowly brings it to his masked face.

|KANIMANIAC|: I can't fight you. I promised that I wouldn't, and unlike you, I'm a man of my word. However, if you continue, you'll do well to make sure that your next shot knocks me out. Otherwise, I'll have no other choice but to end you.

Hope grimaces in pain, but paints his face with confusion. He cocks his head to the side and yells:

|HOPE|: You promised who? What the hell are you talking about?

Kanimaniac crouches down to Hope's eye level.

|KANIMANIAC|: He's here, and he has a lot of questions to ask you...

|HOPE|: WHO?!

Kanimaniac flatly replies:

|KANIMANIAC|: Father. He's here.

Hope knees with his mouth open, fear pulsating through his entire body. Kanimaniac doesn't stand, only places a hand on Hope's shoulder. Hope looks at the hand, and back to Kanimaniac, trying to register what he just said. Before he can reply, the spotlights flicker, and the arena plunges into darkness. The show fades to a commercial break.

Subject: Re: PROMO | Robert Hope - "Where Art Thou?" Mon Mar 09, 2015 8:44 pm

Fuck, I missed you.

This was very interesting and I'm excited to see what's going to happen.

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Subject: Re: PROMO | Robert Hope - "Where Art Thou?" Tue Mar 10, 2015 2:38 am

What an interesting turn of events Indifferent

Subject: Re: PROMO | Robert Hope - "Where Art Thou?" Tue Mar 10, 2015 2:39 am

Hot Daym, Kani <3

PROMO | Robert Hope - "Where Art Thou?"

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