Rayzah Posted April 30 Posted April 30 (edited) Night has settled like ash over the city. The camera opens in silence — save for the low hum of distant traffic and the hum of arena lights echoing against concrete. We see a long shot of the OCW Arena’s loading dock. Trucks have come and gone. Superstars are already inside. But off to the side, nearly swallowed by shadow, a man stands beneath a flickering streetlamp — hood up, back to the camera, watching the building like a soldier eyeing a fortress. He’s not supposed to be here. He’s not on the card. He’s not in the locker room. He’s just watching. Waiting. Rayzah turns slowly, hands buried in the pockets of a cracked leather jacket. The hood drops. Just a face marked by survival — eyes heavy, jawline tight, every inch of him cut from the streets. A small, faded Anarchy patch is pinned to his jacket — the only color in a silhouette of shadows. He looks up toward the lights. Then finally, he speaks — low and calm, like gravel under boots. Rayzah: Funny thing about doors. Some get held open for you. Some get locked. And some... some you kick down just to remind them you’re still breathing. He takes a few steps forward, bootsteps echoing off cracked pavement. A gust of wind tosses grit across the asphalt. He doesn’t flinch. Rayzah: I wasn’t invited here. I didn’t get the call. But I’ve been watching. Watching names go up in lights while men like me are left in the dark. That’s fine. He gestures behind him to the arena. Rayzah: Because places like that — they love crowns. They love polished teeth and pre-packaged gods. But I don’t wear a crown. I wear scars. And this... He taps the Anarchy patch once — not for flash, just to make the point. Rayzah: This is the only name that’s ever meant anything to me. Rayzah: This patch? It’s not a brand. It’s a tombstone. For the ones who didn’t make it out. The ones who bled beside me in Riot Pro Wrestling and got buried before they ever had a shot. I wear it so I don’t forget them. And so none of you can ignore me. He looks down at his hands, flexing them once — scarred knuckles, veins rising like coiled wires beneath the skin. Rayzah: I come from a city where they called us statistics. Where dreams get buried long before the bodies. Where they taught us that if you want something... you don’t ask. You take. He turns fully to the camera now. Calm. Clear. No heat. Just certainty. Rayzah: So I’ll wait. And when that door opens — even a crack — I’ll walk through like I belong. And when they try to shut it again? That’s when they meet Capital Punishment. That’s when they feel the Fall of the Flame. And when the time’s right... I’ll burn their name into the canvas with the Chaos Theory. He lifts his hood again — shadow reclaiming his face. One last look at the arena lights. He turns. Walks off into the night. Voice trailing behind him like smoke. Rayzah: Chaos is the cradle of revolution. And I’m done waiting for permission. Fade to black. Edited May 1 by Rayzah Improve Formatting 6
Administrators BASH Posted April 30 Administrators Posted April 30 Enjoyed it overall. There are a few things formatting wise you need to work on. For Example. This is how I would have formatted the beginning of your RP. 36 minutes ago, Rayzah said: The camera opens in silence — save for the low hum of distant traffic and the hum of arena lights echoing against concrete. We see a long shot of the OCW Arena’s loading dock. Trucks have come and gone. Superstars are already inside. But off to the side, nearly swallowed by shadow, a man stands beneath a flickering streetlamp — hood up, back to the camera, watching the building like a soldier eyeing a fortress. He’s not supposed to be here. He’s not on the card. He’s not in the locker room. He’s just watching. Waiting. Rayzah turns slowly, hands buried in the pockets of a cracked leather jacket. The hood drops. Just a face marked by survival — eyes heavy, jawline tight, every inch of him cut from the streets. A small, faded Anarchy patch is pinned to his jacket — the only color in a silhouette of shadows. He looks up toward the lights. Then finally, he speaks — low and calm, like gravel under boots. Rayzah: Funny thing about doors. Some get held open for you. Some get locked. And some… Rayzah: Some you kick down just to remind them you’re still breathing. I enjoyed the writing. Just work on the formatting and you will be good to go. Nice stuff! 1
Rayzah Posted May 1 Author Posted May 1 6 hours ago, BASH said: Enjoyed it overall. There are a few things formatting wise you need to work on. For Example. This is how I would have formatted the beginning of your RP. I enjoyed the writing. Just work on the formatting and you will be good to go. Nice stuff! Thanks, I reformatted it, I hope it reads better
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