Warning: The roleplay you are about to read could contain material that is unsafe for people under the age of 16. If materials such as sex, violence or swearing bother you and you think it may warp your delicate little mind then I suggest you stop reading after this warning is finished. If you choose to continue reading and you are offended by what you read it is your own fault. Don't say I didn't warn you. SILENT WARRIOR "So lemme get this straight. Thee David Van Dam is letting the lowly Whysper have a shot at looking at the ICWA Heavyweight Title." Whysper shrugs, indifferent to the fact that he's been given a title shot. His life is in shambles, and to the Silent One, a title shot seems insignificant, Two months ago, he would've been ecstatic. He would've been beside himself with elation. "A title shot like this doesn't come along very often, not in a place like this, not against an opponent like David Van Dam. Dave, I've had to literally push myself to train. I've had to drag my ass to the gym, drag my ass to the ROH shows. I'm in the process of finding new businesses managers because, let's face it, I can't have Angelina in my life professionally anymore, not when we're done personally." In a different world, Whysper would be focused and let this adversity drive him to victory. He would be able to harness all this negative energy and focus it all into his training. All he has at this point is his wrestling. "All I really do have at this point is wrestling. All I really have at this point is this business, it's my solace. My personal life may be shit, but this could turn into my most prosperous time if I just focus. If I just..." The Silent Warrior grits his teeth and squints his eyes like Luke Skywalker trying to lift his X-Wing out of the swamp in Dagobah. Like the budding Jedi in The Empire Strikes Back, the vehicle that could carry Whysper's confidence out of the muck doesn't budge one millimeter. He knows he doesn't believe in himself anymore. He knows he can't do it. In the back of his mind, the young, taciturn luchador can hear his own Yoda, his trainer Antonio, saying, "And that is why you fail." "See, I've come to a conclusion, Dave. I've come to a conclusion that this is a setup. I'm destined to fail. There's that big brass ring and I'm reaching for it, but right before I reach it...it gets snapped up away from me. I might even have a finger or, hell, a whole hand on it and it slips through my fingers. No matter how much I fucking try....I always manage to lose the big game." Whysper shrugs. "Am I going to have to go four or five times with you, Dave, like Angelina did with Faith? Am I going to have to give this title shot every thing I've got for a month only to be swatted back down to earth? I'll give you this, Van Dam, at least I will be beaten by somebody of higher quality, not like Angelina. Angelina was beaten by some bland, average tart who's screwing the boss. Who's gonna rip this brass ring away from me, this time? Who's gonna tell me, 'Nuh-uh, little man, VIPs only. It's not your time yet. Wait just a little bit longer'? I'll tell ya who." Whysper points a shaking finger at the camera. At this point, he's one notch below livid. A lot of things have been on his mind and, shoot or not, he needs to get things off his chest  in this promo. Otherwise, he might end up in a state pen. "Nobody. Nobody this time is gonna end up putting me to sleep because I am tired of being stepped on. I am TIRED of being patronized. I'm up for a war, Dave. I'm up for D-Day times two. I'm ready to make some history as the future of this business. It's time for new blood to take the throne. It's time for you to finally give up what has always been mine and what I've always deserved. The true king of ICWA has come to claim his throne...and ya never heard it coming." ((Fade Out)) This Layout Was Made By Â©CANADIANPUNK© For JOSH As His Character; Whysper Or As Any Other Character HE Please, Anywhere He Wants. Don't Steal Any Part Of This Layout, If You Like It Just Ask Me For One And I'll See What I Can Do.