How to write an RP

[Prez Sonya Sniper]

[glow=red,2,300]****(The only reason this is here is for the simple fact that not too many of you know HOW TO WRITE AN RP. Read this and make it your second bible. More coming soon for your refence. Hope to see all of you using this in the future.)*****[/glow]


Online role-playing games have come a long way recently. Role-players are everywhere, in every part of the world. This particular role-playing game happens to deal with wrestling. So many things must be considered when joining in on the game. Best thing about it is you don’t really have to have a love of wrestling to have a good time with the game. The question remains “How do I play?” There are many different ways to play but the only one way to rise to the top of the game. Unlike other games this game never ends and the best part yet is there is no pause button! Writing a role-play can be used as both a stress-reliever and a confidence booster.

As you know writing a role-play can be very hard at times, even the best of us tend to have problems when it comes down to the big matches. Those matches that are held for the world title, ones like “Sonya Sniper Vs Braak World Title.” My, oh, my, what a match; that was one of the greats, but all is not lost. A world title match is not a death sentence. However, there is a procedure that can be followed to ensure a very good quality role-play (or RP as we in the wrestling role-play world refer to it). The absolute first thing you have to do is consider the setting. What kind of setting is it? What kind should it be? Where should your character be and what should he or she be doing? A grand example of this is something I wrote many months ago for the World Of Wrestling.

“Water drips down against the concrete as all that can be seen is the outline of a body hanging from the ceiling by logging chains. The sound of a woman quietly sobbing fills the air. Thunder rolls by outside or is that a tank? She can’t get her hopes up, so she dismisses it as thunder. Maybe the rain will be refreshing, then again it could be that cold rain that chills her to bone. For a moment she toys with the fact that it might and very well could be a tank. After all she has been here for ages and there was talk of rescue before now. Her captain kept telling her to keep her head up, hope is coming, soon enough we will be back home drinking coffee and watching wrestling.

The door opens and a soldier walks in, with a sigh he takes a step toward her pulling out a blood covered dagger. The sounds of thunder pass by once more as the man is getting closer to her. Who is she kidding? There's no way that she will ever get out of here and lead a normal life. Even now she was questioning if she wanted to get out or not. It's not a question of how strong she is, or of how weak her enemy is. The question is can she get over what happened here and lead a full, healthy, normal life? The answer to that seems obvious, after all, how would you handle it? It's not like she hasn't been captured before.”

After you’ve gotten that far, the next thing to do is decide who should be addressed. If there is a match for your character nine of ten times the person that should be addressed is the person in the match against you. The emotions range sometimes, sad doesn’t hurt but it doesn’t help either. The best emotions to show in the RP’s are anger, aggression, or calmness. Here’s an example of aggression that I wrote for One World Coalition less than a year ago. The match was against Sweet Sugar who I had already faced numerous times in the past.

“She jumped up and threw her chair against the wall as some of it busted into many shards and wooden splinters. The look on her face was one of anger and anguish. There was something beneath the surface that she had kept hidden away for the longest time and apparently Sugar had just hit the spot. Maybe that’s what he was good for; pissing people off! In her heart she knew that everything she ever did there was all for nothing. She never wanted anyone to kiss her ass or hand her titles because of who she was or what she did. All she wanted was to come back wrestle and find herself again, to become great and reclaim her place in the hall of champions not only as a champion but as the hero who fought for everyone. But now this wasn’t what was going through her head. She knew Sugar was in the SCWF and she knew that she had faced him a lot in the past. That didn’t stop the fact that nothing she could do would change the way she is viewed by him. But at this point in time, she really didn’t care.

She stared into the camera with fire in her eyes. Oh yeah, he was in for it now... With one hand she moved her hair out of her face and held it behind her head for a second. My god, when did people get so lost? Was his head really so far up his ass that he found china?”

Last but not least on your path to glory, you must close the RP. This is done in a variety of ways including, but not limited to, having your character throw things in anger, walking away with calmness, or just stand there as everything fades to black. After, of course, you must read the RP for errors and length. Now is the best time to make sure everything is in order. If everything that should be there is there, then its time to post the RP. I’m sorry, but there really is no example that I could give for this step. Just let me say this, for length two or three pages is enough for a beginner. However, the longer a person plays the game the greater they get. Soon enough 10 pages will come just as easily as one or two.

The greats of the wrestling role-play world are waiting for your company. Play with the best or take your seat on the sidelines. The world is full of those that reach out of greatness and never make it. They sit there hungering for glory; they can almost taste it… That’s the type of people we need. The ones who have that intense hunger for glory, greatness, and in some extreme cases; hunger for pure evil and hatred. Sure this hobby relieves stress, is a good source of creative writing, and boosts confidence; but this hobby is for the ones who want greatness, who has a passionate love for glory, and the few who hunger for a challenge. That challenge waits for the strong minded and brave. Who will answer the call of greatness?

[Prez Sonya Sniper]

[glow=red,2,300]Now for another entirely different type of roleplay. This was wrote by JC Cross. [/glow]

How many times as we as human beings questioned the thoughts in our minds or the thoughts of others and the actions they take? In my opinion it will be a very high number, in fact it will be a number so large that some of the world's greatest mathematicians will have a hard time figuring it out. These are simple acts of human nature, all though sometimes these simple acts come back like a lion and rip us back down to the dust from hence we came. It is something that we all have done at one time or another, something like the simplest thought can trigger these emotions and actions which rise up and overcome us until their time passes by. This is something that passes by no man, woman, or child that lives today, it is really nothing to be ashamed of, but when those individuals become shamed by their actions their world begins to spiral down out of control which in turn can lead to any number of decisive ends.

The great looming forest has just been entered by one of the most prolithic competitors in the sport of wrestling. As the camera pans around, the brownish colored bark of the mighty trees can be seen, as the camera pans skyward the browning leaves can be seen hanging high above. The forest is covered in about medium density foliage, in the distance a figure can be seen walking along an old desserted path, what once was a regular walking path has turned into a jumbled heap of rocks and barren Earth that the plantlife is beginning to resume in taking it back over. This place is about 10 miles from civilization, in other words about 10 miles from the largest city in the world, Steel City. As the camera comes closer to the figure walking along the path the figure turns around to reveal Sean Zombie. Sean walks over to a dead tree stump which must have been cut down many years ago judging by the blackening part that he has sat down upon.

Sean: Well it seems as if the prodigal has returned to grace us with his presence once again, the great prodigal known as 8-Ball. I guess that means that my words must have struck something within him in order to cause his return, it seems as if I was right and he just wants to prove me wrong. In all honesty from the things I have been hearing he doesn't really care to much for the International Title, I mean after all if he did why did he let things get to him, it must have been the pressure or the fact that he is afraid of being outdone by some of us "lower talented people". Which in this case will be very true, I mean come on the man came out here acting like I was nothing more than another nobody in this business and that was mistake number one. You see when you rip into my career like that then by all means you will get destroyed whenever I get my hands on you. I swear the nerve of such people today is astonishing, it amazes me that someone like him would know better but then again I guess all fools must show their foolish side at one point or another. What he said and did was just downright degrading, especially ripping on all the talent that we have here in the OWC, that just gave me the biggest reason of all for me to take him down and tear out his f**king throat with my bare hands.

Sean reaches into the breast pocket of his black sleeveless shirt and extracts a pack of Marlboro cigarettes along with a black Bic lighter. He opens the box of cigs and withdraws one, Sean then places one in the grasp of his lips before raising the lighter and lighting it. He takes a draw off of it and exhales the smoke and begins to speak again.

Sean: One thing that I did find rather fascinating about you 8-Ball is the fact that you are one hell of an autobiographer, I never knew you had that in you. I found it so fascinating that I read through it very carefully, reading every word, taking a look at every punctuation mark and then I sat down to think. It is true that you have lived a hard life old friend but just remember that your life is about to get even harder than it ever has before. I mean yeah you told everyone your story, so what everybody has one, hell even I have a lot of shit that I have never told to anyone, well except for my tag partner but he is no longer with us. You see it is great that you like to talk about things such as that but tell me something, What does it get you? Do you think it gets you any brownie points? Do you think that after everyone sees the horrors you have had to face that they will go easier on you? Do you think that little stunt will ever get you a World Title shot? I mean come on man, the reason why we are the way we are is all because of shit like that, we have all had tragedy and turmoil blow up in our faces, but I think that it is time for you to put the past behind you like you told me and face forward into infinity. That is what we all must do, we don't cry or whine or b*t*h or moan, we go at the people we oppose with a fiery fury that even Satan himself could only dream of. My how the mighty have fallen.

Sean brings the cig back up to his lips to extract another draw, exhaling again he begins to speak.

Sean: The reason I say that 8-Ball is because you have most certainly fallen from grace, you are nothing more than a broken man that has fallen so deep in his own shit that even you can't take it. I'm just wondering how that feels? To know that the same things you have said about others or have done to others are coming back upon you with a fury of vengeance. As I have always said old friend, Karma is a b*t*h and she will make you pay very dearly for the negativity that you have sent forth into the world. The crimes you have commited against humanity and nature itself are totally unforgiveable, I just hope that one day you will realize the error of your ways and walk that long forgotten path that you used to trod down every single second of your existence. When will you be the person you were? Like I have said many times before 8-Ball, you must relive the past in order to contemplate your future, in other words, everything must come back around full circle in order for you to reach the highest plateau of your potential.

Sean takes another draw off of his cigarette, gets to his feet and begins walking along the path again. The camera is following him, barely keeping up, the smoke from Sean's cig fills the gap of air between himself and the camera. After walking for about 5 minutes Sean comes to a halt in front of what appears to be a rock quarry, but these rocks are different, appearing to be made out of pure marble, 5 in all, one most northern, one east, one west, and two south all standing, Sean walks between the two southern stones and makes his way towards the middle of the monolith. He stops in front of what appears to be another marble stone, this one flat almost like a table. Sean turns back towards the camera again.

Sean: 8-Ball, I want to tell you something, you know when I said that I was kind of gothic in my own forms?, Well to tell you the truth I wasn't lying. I also told you that when I step into the ring at Insanity with you that your ass will belong to me and that is also another true statement. Like I said before when you put down the talent of this great wrestling organization that you were releasing negative energy into nature and into humanity itself that all these things will come back around to you and when they do they will come back Threefold with a fury of vengeance. Now old friend I would like to introduce you to someone that you know of but have probably never met, in fact only those that know the secret of unlocking the unknown have ever seen this person, I in fact have had the pleasure of this person's company for many many years. Let me introduce you to the only true person that actually helped me to settled my mind and my spirit, this is the one person that I told you that you should fear the most because whenever you do something good or bad it comes back to haunt you. 8-Ball it's time you met Karma herself, because I am pretty sure that she has a few words for you.

With that being said Sean begins to walk clockwise around this great monolith of granite chanting something that is very audible:

"Here in the East I bring in Light and Air. This is
to illuminate my temple and bring it the breath of life."
"Here in the South I bring in Light and Fire to illuminate
my temple and bring it warmth."
"Here in the West I bring in Light and Water to illuminate
my temple and wash it clean."
"Here in the North I bring in Light and Earth to illuminate
my temple and bring it strength."
A faint glow begins to appear between the stones as they become bathed in white light, Sean then stands at the middle table stone or altar stone and begins to chant again:

"Oh Gracious God and Gracious Goddess,
Here my plea to you, to give me strength and
Guidance in perfect love and perfect trust to
complete this ritual in order to bring forth the spirit
of Karma so that I may show the unbeliever that what
lies within him is not pure and to show him that he has wronged
everything that you stand for in this world and the next, Please help me bring
forth Karma in all her magnificent beauty so that she may speak
to this person and tell him of his errors and what pentance he must pay
for his transgressions, So Mote It Be!!"

With that being said a ball of white light appears over the table stone as Sean bows his head, the light begins to elongate and take form. The beautifully sandaled feet are followed but beautiful legs that are beginning to be covered by a white robe, the other limbs begin to take shape finally a beautiful face with piercing green eyes, seductively red lips and angelic long flowing blonde hair appears. The woman reaches down and touches Sean on the shoulder as he looks up at her and smiles, she returns the smile with one of her own, she takes Sean's hand and steps down off the marble stone and stands beside him, her hand holding his the whole time.

Karma: 8-Ball, yes I have felt the negativity that surrounds you and I have heard nothing but bad come from your lips, spilling forth from your lies and insecurities that will lead you nowhere but to oblivion. You young warrior have done many wrongs to nature and to those that surround you for far too long, it is time that you step away from the shadow of the dark grey cloud that rests over your head and do positive things. Now I know that you may or may not believe me or even believe that I exist, but it is I that has brought down all of this grief and misfortune down upon you for the simple fact that you broke the sacred Threefold Law!! You are now beginning to pay the price for the things you have down to these people who are every bit as equal to you as you are to them, all this crying and whineing you have done has brought you down into the pits of utter despair and this time I shall not bring you out of it until such a time as I see fit. Until then 8-Ball you shall be haunted by that despair wherever you turn, the man at my side shall be the one to make sure that all my punishment is carried out, for even he has felt my power and he knows all too well about what happens when you make the mistakes that you have. He will be the one to dethrone you and take the title that hangs around your waist for you do not deserve to even wear it because thee who is without honor does not deserve honor. It is time that you looked into his eyes 8-Ball and look into your own heart and see exactly how much the two of you are alike, normally I do not interfere with medlings such as this, but the man at my side deserves all the help he can get this time. I'm also sure that all the other wrestlers in the One World Coalition are looking forward to giving you the beating you so richly deserve because of your transgressions against them. You see your words are your downfall 8-Ball but then again without them you are left with nothing and because of the evils you have done nothing is what you shall be blessed with until I see fit to release you from the grip of despair.

Karma turns back to Sean and kisses him gently on the lips before disappearing back into the ball of light from which she came, Sean then turns back towards the camera.

Sean: There you have it 8-Ball, straight from the mouth of Karma herself, even she the almighty protector of nature sees the injustice you have wreaked upon this world and she herself has taken action against you. You see old friend, I have been charged with the mission to strip you of the International Championship and to be the man that puts you down so that all the OWC Wrestlers can have their shots upon you. One thing about it though, you can't say that I never warned you, but then again you always were one to never look at all the signs and draw the conclusion for yourself because you always expected others to do it. This time though fate has dealt you a real crappy hand, can you guess who is holding the aces? That's right, I am and now it is time for you to see that I mean business and there isn't a d**n thing you can do about it. All you can do is look up at me from the flat of your back and watch me raise your championship over my head as all the wrestlers come rushing out of the locker room area like a flood, looking for one thing and one thing only, REVENGE!!! Before I go and prepare myself to give you the ass kicking of a lifetime once again I want you to remember that this time your fate has been sealed and so will your mouth after all the beatings and torment you shall soon suffer. Just remember also what you said before, you told me that you would bring the violence and for me to bring the blood, well this time 8-Ball I do believe that it will be you who should bring the blood because I plan on spilling every drop of it out of your wretched carcass and then rubbing your face in it. This time 8-Ball a lot more is on the line that just your International Championship, this time it could very well be your own decrepid life because I have a feeling that after I defeat you that all the wrestlers in the back will be ready to extract their revenge upon you, so remember you may be taken out on a stretcher or out in a body bag, but either way makes no difference to me, see you in the ring when all my true Insanity shall come out to play with the new toy, the toy known as 8-Ball.

Sean turns his back away from the camera and faces towards the center stone with his arms outstretched up towards the sky as the scene fades out........

[Prez Sonya Sniper]

[glow=red,2,300]Heres one I wrote not too long ago[/glow]

Hours after her match Sonya is seen sitting on the docks looking over in the water. Something was troubling her. Sure she had seen death before, been so close she looked him in the eyes, the bloodshot, red as blood, dark as midnight, stony like, cold, unforgiving eyes. So much was going through her head and so much of it was so incohearent that she couldnt even understand it properly. How could she have just lost it like that? That wasnt like her. She had always been taught and trained to be silent in the face of fear, quick in the face of danger, skillful in the face of doubt, and above all keep a steady mind and hand in the face of anger and distress.

Her long blond hair hang down over her shoulders and almost danced over the red leather of her top against her back. She sighed uncrossing her legs and letting them hang over the edge of the dock. Quietly, she sat there moving her foot over the water watching it ripple and seperate.

Of course there is a lot on her mind, why wouldnt there be? She killed a man tonight and whats worse was she did it in a ring, in front of so many people, the whole nation, possibly world. Yes, she knew when people switched on OWC Treachery to watch the return of the once great wrestler- the best soldier, and the warrior of freedom- they would see the mistake she made just a few hours before hand.

A tear rolled down her cheek and fell to the dark waters as she sits there shaking. Is there no relief from this fear? Of course there isn't. There wasn't any relief for Sugar when she was beating the shit out of him like a barbarian. Why should she get relief? She isn't even worth that now. How would she ever face anyone in the city again, moreless the wrestlers of OWC?

A man walks up behind her and steps out of the shadows. It's her very own Uncle Leo. He's dressed in his regular black suit and red silk shirt. He slides his jacket off and walks up behind Sonya with a sigh as he lays it across his arm.

Leo: (sighing) What's the matter Princess?

Sonya: (trying to hide the fear in her voice) Didn't you see?

Leo: (walking up and sitting beside her) What I saw was a soldier cornered.

Sonya: I wasn't f**king cornered Leo...

Leo: Sure you were. Your emotions were everywhere. How can you say this is your fault?

Sonya: (sobbs) Because it is my fault! I killed him!

Leo: You mean to tell me, all these years in the military and you never killed a man before? Hell I know you've killed other people before.

Sonya: Yes but... (sobs quietly and gets up walking over to her truck) it's different...

Leo: How is it different? (getting up and walking over to her) Hmmm? A life is a life, a knife is a knife, blood is thicker than water, and NO ONE messes with the Valentines! (placing his hand on her shoulder) remember that, princess?

Sonya: yes... (looking down at the hood of her truck) How could I
forget?

Leo: You know what this means, Sonya. All you have to do is say the words.

Sonya: Yes but...

Leo: You did nothing wrong. We aren't even sure if he is dead. Just say the words Sonya!

Sonya pushes off her truck with one last glance at the hood which sported an American Flag with an eagel head in the center and the words "Sonya Ann Sniper, American Soldier Above All!" As she turns Leo catches the fire in her eyes. Surprisingly, it wasn't doused with the tears she was crying a few seconds earlier. Her eyes were bloodshot but the fire remained. Leo had angered her and he knew it.

Leo: See that's what I mean. You still have your passion. Your raw, unbridled passion that...

Sonya: YOU WANT ME TO SAY IT?!

Leo: Of course, princess. ... that is if... you...

Sonya: (stepping closer) YOU WANT ME TO f**kING WANT YOUR HELP?! IS THAT IT UNK?

Leo: (backing away) calm down now, Sonya. You don't want this.

Sonya: (stepping closer slowly) HOW THE f**k DO YOU KNOW WHAT I WANT?! YOU'VE BEEN TO d**n BUSY WITH YOUR NOSE STUCK UP GENERAL VALENTINE'S ass SO FAR YOU CAN'T SEE ME ANYMORE! WHERE THE f**k WERE YOU WHEN I NEEDED YOU?!

Leo: (stepping back farther) I've always been there for you, Sonya. Just look back...

Sonya: Arent you scared, unk? I mean this is scary shit isnt it?

Leo: I have no clue what you are talking about.

Sonya: This is the docks where you bring people before you fit them for their new shoes... look familuar?

Leo: Sonya, Princess, Baby, Honey, theres no coming back from this without me. You have to see that.

Sonya: NO COMING BACK?! THATS WHAT I'VE BEEN TRYING TO .... (swallows hard) trying to... tell you.

Leo: Come home with me Sonya...

Sonya: No... I have a much better idea.

Leo: I have your back, you know that right?

Sonya: (quietly) Yeah...

She slowly turns and starts to walk off without another word. As she gets in her truck and starts it Far Away by Nickelback blares through the air. Of course there is no coming back from this and she knows it. As she shuts the door she cant help but look back at her uncle who was standing there on the edge of the docks watching her. Through everything he had always been there for her, more than anyone else in the world.

Everyone else ran out on her when things got tough. The first one to her resuce is usually her dear old loving uncle. That is when he could. Tonight it was different though. She saw an old face and didn't even recognize him. She is sorry for what she did to Dealer. With everything in her she hopes she didnt hurt him. This was it, the last straw she had to see Dealer. He has to understand. Even though there was no coming back from cold blooded murder she can't help but hope there is a way out of it. First thing is first, she has to go to Dealer's house. Oh yes, she remembered where it is. She had spent too many nights there away from her husband way back when. Back when she was on missions and never wanted her loving husband to know that she wasnt out of the "working with Leo" phase. So many nights when she was supposed to be working late, she almost regreated it now. Of course she knew what it looked like, however, it wasnt what it looked like. She just didnt want to explain that to everyone and her husband.

Finally, she makes it to Dealers house. The lights are off and the
shades drawn. Maybe he's there he's just trying to avoid people. With a loud sigh she cuts off the engine and gets out of her truck. He has to be here, she has to explain and check on him. As she knocks the sound seems to echo throughout the house.

Sonya: Hello?

No answer.

Sonya: DEALER! OPEN UP MAN!

Still no answer. Hmmm. Maybe he isnt there. Then again he might not want to talk to her, either way she has been there long enough. She is still in her wrestling attire. The white star on her top is stained red with blood and this time it isnt hers.

For once she had went farther than she ever intended to go. It wasn't that she did it, not that she took his life in the ring or possibly took his life. It was the fact that she couldnt control herself. The worst part she keeps hidden away inside her. There's no way she can let that get out. Her own little secret to keep from the world. God knows she has many. Perhaps she should visit the one place that she would be welcomed with open arms, or so she hopes. Then again he could just pull the same shit he always does and abandon her again for the thousandth time. It's basic instinct really, everyone returns home again no matter how much they don't feel welcome, and stressing the point, the potent fact that "YOU CAN NEVER GO HOME AGAIN!"

She got out of her truck after parking behind some bushes. There's no way she is going to let him know she is there, no way in hell. If all goes right she won't even walk up on the porch. As she walked on things she remembers taking this same walk so many nights before when she would always check up on the one person who she feels hates her more than anyone else. If he hates her why is she doing this? Maybe it's a way to punish herself. Then again, maybe she needs him. Everyone needs someone from time to time. Sonya is no different.

She sees the porch and carefully steps closer thinking she should bolt around the house and peak through the windows. Before she knows it she is on the porch and standing still. For a moment she looks to the windows on either side of the door. She could go to either one and peak in, hoping to catch a glance, to see if he saw... He had to have seen. Before she knew it she caught herself with her hand over the door knob. She could hear a gun cocking as she took a deep breath and let out a smallish sigh.

Fitting end, wouldnt it seem? She took so many lives with her rifle, a few without it. Isn't it fitting that she go out this way? By the one man that has always left her alone, bleeding, and scared? By the same rifle she learned to shoot so many years ago? Life comes full circle, or as I am told, you begin and end the same way. Ended by the very moments that created you. How were you defined in life? Sonya was defined with vengance, fear, hatred, and most of all weaponry. Everything else stays hidden from the eyes of the fans, the eyes of her openents. All they see is her skill and her heart. There is always something that has to keep that fire burning and let's face it folks, bright colors and pretty bunnies ain't gonna do it.

This was the moment of truth. She could call out through the darkness with the tears in her voice that isn't running down her cheeks. Although, she could stay silent, say nothing, and end the worrying. After all she had a full life, held some gold, kicked some ass, had true love and lost it. What more was there?... Her promise. That's what was left. Her promise to save the city, to attempt to save the world, to ensure that NO ONE goes through what she went through.

Voice: (from behind the door) YOUR NAME?!

Sonya: (paused for a moment, barely whispers) S...on...

Voice: LAST WARNING! NAME!

Sonya: SONYA!!!!!!!

Clicks of locks unlocking and a gun uncocking is heard through the door. She shielded her eyes as the door opened and there he stood in the door. Light shone over his shoulders and head, almost as if he was god himself. She stands there in awe for a moment. The one man she told days before that she never wanted to see again. Her wounds hadn't healed up from Korea yet but as anyone could tell she was in great condition.

Sonya: I can explain....

The man backhands her and she falls to her knees. That's something she didnt expect. Who was he to smite her? She should be the one kicking his ass! It's not like she did anything worse than he did. Wiping blood from her lip she stared up at him on her knees.

Sonya: WHAT THE HELL?! WHAT GIVES YOU THE RIGHT TO SMACK ME?! (stands up and stares in his eyes) YOU ARE FAR WORSE THAN ME! ALL I DID WAS MAKE ONE LITTLE MISTAKE! NO ONE SMACKS ME! NO ONE! I DONT CARE WHO THE HELL YOU ARE! YOU COULD BE THE GOD d**n f**kING POPE FOR A BLOODY WELL CARE!

Man: What are you doing here? You shouldn't have came here!

Sonya: FOR-f**kING-GIVE ME FOR WANTING TO SEE MY BASTARD FATHER!

Gen: See, thats what I call progress. Sure you had to kill a man in
order to call me father but hey, one day after you kill 20 more, you might be able to call me dad. Then after you go on a genicidal rage and kill more people than Hitler, you might can find it in your heart to call me daddy. Let me tell you something, Princess, it doesnt work that way! You cant go around killing people so that you have the guts to face me.

Sonya: (looking down, still with a hate filled voice) It's not like
that.

Gen: Really? (crossing his arms) Tell me, how many people did you kill before you saw me the other day?

Sonya: GOD d**nIT! WHAT THE HELL?! THAT HAS NOTHING TO... (pauses).... (sighs)... ... OH f**k THIS BULLSHIT!

Fighting everything in her she punched him in the face knocking him to the ground. Clearly she is a little hostle right now. She stands there looking down at him. Blood runs from his nose, over his lip and into his mouth. Slowly she wipes her mouth as the blood runs from her lip. He starts to get up but she pushes him back down on the ground.

Sonya: You might be my father, but you will never be my dad. I came here tonight looking for one thing and one thing only! All I wanted was to know that you cared that your only daughter might be going to prison for a very long time. I know what I did was wrong! But nothing on this earth is going to change that. You've done wrongs too! You arent the sinless, shameless, loving, caring superdad, type father you know. Even as a soldier you couldnt keep it together! I came to say I was sorry! I WAS SORRY! Sorry for all the times I shunned you, I called you an inconsiderate ass, a controling bastard, for every time I thought of killing you, hating you, and yes, for every time I ever hit you. But I show up, I almost get shot AGAIN! You f**king smack me! What the hell was that about?!

Gen: I am your father. I know whats best for you!

Sonya: Father's dont leave their children for dead in almost every
waring country known to man! Father's don't try to burn their children alive! Father's Don't smite their children when they are so f**king close to losing them for good! AND FATHERS DON'T KILL THEIR FAMILIES FOR THEIR OWN SELFISH f**kING NEEDS!

Gen: I have tried....

Sonya: TO KILL ME?!

Gen: No... Let me up...

Sonya: (sighs) just f**king forget it.

As she walks off leaving him there she turns and tosses a dagger on the ground at her father. The handle was covered with white silk and the blade was blood stained. A necklace piece was tied on the handle with a purple ribbon. It was a heart shaped locket. As she makes it to her truck he opens the locket to see a photo of her family when she was child and on the other side was a small photo of her family today. There was PJ in his tux, her in a flowing red dress, Cadence in a light purple dress, Owen beside her in a tux, Leo behind them all in his black suit, and a baby wraped in a blue blanket.

At her truck she runs into an old unexpected friend. Axe is sitting on the hood of her truck. He watches her carefully as she walks toward him. He is there! She cant help but be a little overjoyed at this. Actually running now he jumps down, catchs her, and spins her around for a second as she hugged him tightly.

Sonya: AXE! I can't believe you are here.

Axe: And why is that?

Sonya: Because I must have hurt you in the ring.

Axe: It's fine, Sonya.

Sonya: I didnt hurt you too bad?

Axe: No, but we have to talk about that.

Sonya: Yeah I know we do. I just wish that it would be something a little less than... what it was.

Axe: Sonya, theres a good possibility that you killed a man tonight.

Sonya: I know and you dont know how badly I feel about it.

Axe: I know... But that won't change it.

Sonya: I know that. Just for a little I'd go down to the hospital and check on him.

Axe: You'd be thrown in jail the minute you set foot in there.

Sonya: Of course.

Axe: How you holding up?

Sonya: As best I can.

Axe: (turning her head to see her fat lip) What happened there? You didnt have that back at the arena.

Sonya: Dear ol' dad.

A few more minutes of talking about nothing and they go to her house. The former BABE mansion. She hadn't been here since... that night... She stares off into space after she parks. The house reminded her so much of PJ and that's something that cut her almost as deep as killing or possibly killing Sweet Sugar. Axe walks up to the side of the truck and opens her door snapping her out of it but taking a punch to the face. Well, almost, she stopped herself right in front of his face, not even 3 centimeters from his jaw.

Axe: Sheesh Sonya, what is it with you and hitting me?

Sonya: I'm sorry.

She got out saying nothing more as she walks into the house. Yep, that was was the door that he left through, there was the fireplace where she slipped her rings off and flung them across the room, there is the broken mirror that she punched and cut her knuckles. Dealer walks in behind her and closes the door.

Axe: Lets talk. (pulling up a chair after getting her one) Now, Sonya. Do you have any idea as to why you lost it on Sugar?

Sonya: Maybe it's because I go so freakin tired of his shit. Of
fighting him over the same dull bullshit... Then again it could have been because (poaring a shot of whiskey and sitting it on the table in front of Dealer before taking a sip from the bottle) ugh... maybe it was... (takes another sip) Because I... (sips again)... hated him so much...

Axe: (takes the bottle from her after she takes another sip) You're drinking a little to fast there. Now why did you hate him?

Sonya: (taking her bottle back and taking a huge gulp before sticking her tongue out) UCK!.... He's Sugar... I'm sure other people hated him as well...

Axe: Yes, but you said you fought him before. (watches as she turns the bottle up to her head again)... um... you might not wanna drink so fast there... Sonya....

Sonya: What do you (gulps again) UCK!... care?

Axe: If i didnt care would I be here?

Sonya: Maybe... (takes a small sip) but what?

Axe: You fought him before, what kept you from killing him then?

Sonya: I didn't (takes a drink) hate him that much (drinks again)
then... (takes another drink) Hell, I didnt even kill him when he was in the Corperation...

Axe: Let's talk about why you did it tonight...

Sonya: He was a jackass! (drinks) you know that... Now, he pissed me off... (drinks) Really pissed me off...

Axe: What was it that pissed you off?

Sonya: Saying that I wasnt worth being here... That I... turn my back on this place for no reason.

Axe: Well you cant let that get to you.

Sonya: I have taken a bullet for this (gulps) UCK! god forsaken
(drinks) hell hole of a f**king city (drinks) I go to wars for freedom... (drinks holds the bottle in her hand as she closes her eyes and whispers) and flowers....

Axe: (concerned) Sonya?

Sonya: (burps loudly) huh?

Axe: (reaches for the bottle) I think its time you put the bottle down and go to bed...

Sonya: (gripping the empty bottle tightly) NO!

Axe: Drinking isnt gonna solve anything for you.

Sonya: Mine...

Axe: Sugar will still be dead in the morning and you will still feel
like shit.

Sonya: I dont care! (trys to drink out of the empty bottle) Here, you can have this. I gotta go get another one...

She stands up and takes a few steps staggering. Axe gets up and catches her as she almost falls over a chair. He picks her up and cradles her in his arms. She burps loudly again and laughs.

Axe: (smiling) That's real lady-like...

Sonya: (laughing) I got another one... (burps) see...

Axe: (laughing) that was a small one...

Sonya: Wanna know something....

Axe: Sure why not.

Sonya: As much as I hated him, I didnt hate him.

Axe: (raises an eyebrow) okay...

Sonya: I cant help it... It felt good to let go even though I was
fighting it...

He puts her in the bed and walks back outside the room. Some what troubled he sits down in a red velvet chair and sits back. There is no way he is going to leave her alone tonight after everything that happened and her drinking. It took less than usual this time. She must not have drank very much for a while. It was possible that she would be feeling this one tomorrow. It's no secret Sonya is a mess and there is no way that she can just sit by and accept that there is a possibility that he would live. She has been taught to always prepare for the worst and that could be a good or bad thing. At least she was ready or almost ready. Now all she has to do is get things right.

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