Sery RP Thread

Sery briskly strolls down a sidewalk somewhere outside of Detroit, in a safe suburb! Still extra ever cautious, being from small city life, he examines all of the houses. Most look the same, nice kept yards, mail box at the end of the driveway, some SUV parked in the driveway. He shakes his head and readjusts his coat, and keeps walkings. Finally he comes upon a gas station, the distance from the hotel was a trek. Few cars are pulled up by the gas pumps, feeding their cars full of gas. Surprised by the lack of bars on the windows, Sery makes his way into the gas station. Its a small gas station, two isle ways full of treats and snacks, a few slurpee machines, and coolers for sodas and other beverages.

Sery decides to stroll down the isle where most of the candy is and examines the selection. Disturbed that they don't carry Sery brand licorice, he unwillingly grabs a back of twizzlers. He goes around to the next isle and examines all the other goodies they have, that he probably shouldn't be eating, but hey, life on the road is hectic! After deciding to snap into a slim jim, he turns his head, and notices a kid peaking out from the end of the isle way. Must be around 12 or 13. Sery turns his attention to the slurpee machine. A blue one sounds great! He sets his other snacks down on the counter and starts to fill up the cup he grabbed from the dispenser.

After filling it, capping it, and finding a straw Sery grabs the rest of his junk and turns around. The kid from earlier is standing right behind Sery and startles Sery and the blue slushy goes tumbling out of his hand and spills all over the kid!

"Oh sh.. crud! I'm so sorry! Here let me clean that up for you."

Sery grabs a few napkins and starts to whipe off the blue crap from the kids shirt. While doing so he can't help but notice the 4CW logo on the shirt. Sery grins.

"So you're a wrestling fan!"

"Are you.. are you who I think you are?!"

"Who do you think I am?"

"You're Sery! Aren't ya?"

"No fooling you!"

"Yea, you lost!"

"Thanks for the reminder..."

"Hey! Can I get an autograph?"

"Why sure.. what would you like me to sign?"

"Give me a napkin."

Sery walks over to the counter and grabs a napkin and assumingly grabs a pen and starts to sign it.

"HEY WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! Give me the napkin!"

Confused, Sery gives the napkin to the kid, and the kid takes it and runs over to the counter and starts writing stuff down. Now curious as all hell, Sery's mind starts to wander as the kid scribbles away on the napkin. Why did his parents give him such a buzz cut? Why the hell was he wearing sandals? The world may never know.

"Here you go!"

Sery snaps out of it and grabs the napkin.

"Whats this?"

"Mom says thats our address! Can you get Senecca's autograph for me and send it to me!"

"uhh.. Sure..."

"Great! Thanks Sery!"

"Anytime..."

The kid scampers off out the door. Sery wonders where the hell the kids parents actually are! Oh well, Sery proceeds to the checkout.

"Are you all set sir?"

"Yep, could you please throw this out for me."

Sery hands the dude the napkin and he disposes of it. After walking out the door, Sery takes in some of the fresh air, not so fresh.. Gasy smelling. Either way, time to get some rest, he's got work to do.

"19....20"

Sery slams the dumbells to the ground of the gym and he admires himself in one of the mirrors that is on the ground. Carefully observing himself and cracking a half smile. From behind him moving amongst all the gym equipment, a man approaches Sery, as Sery picks up the dumbells to begin another set of reps.

"Looking past all the cheesy merchandise, I see you're back in game shape Sery."

"I'd recognize that voice anywhere, Fran,  what brings you around?"

"Stopped by the house, you weren't there. Checked all the local watering holes, weren't there either. Kind of surprised to see you here."

"I don't frequent those establishments anymore. I'm on a new path now."

Sery finishes up his set and drops the dumbells back to the ground. Grabs a towel(with a Sery logo on it) that was hanging from one of the weight racks and clears the swear that has been pouring from his face. He turns to Fran, who's decked out in a suit and tie. Sery can't help but crack another smile at the big nose and the hair pulled back into a pony tale.

"I'm on a new path. I've got new focuses."

"I see that. I'm quite impressed. I've heard you've gotten your act together."

Sery smirks and looks at Fran.

"What are you doing here Fran? I thought we had an agreement?"

Fran takes off his shades and positions them in his pocket and looks at Sery.

"That was long ago. I'd rather not dwell on the pass and lets look to the future."

"You know I'm going to like where this is going... "

"Being in 4CW again, you, are a high profile individual once again. I see you've put yourself into some position for some gold."

"I'm going to win and you're going to have nothing to do with it! If that is what you are getting at!"

"Calm down Sery, I see you've been pursuing the world of branding. Sery, you know the kind of connections I have, how profitable it could be for you. We could put you're face on anything you could ever imagine."

"Well I do like stapling my face to everything imaginab... NO! I'm not getting involved with you again. I almost got screwed out of my chance to even start in 4CW because of you back in the day, damned if I will make the same mistake twice. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a match to go get ready for."

Sery brushes past Fran and starts to make his way too the treadmill and grabs his headphones out of his pocket. As he's about to put them back in to ignore the pest, Fran speaks.

"Well, fair enough Sery. Good luck against Supreme, watch your back. I've seen that lately, that's been a weak spot for you. Sery just remember this, its always nice to have someone watching your back for you."

Fran takes out a manila folder from his jacket and sets it on one of the weight benches.

"Here's my information and a general outline of what we could accomplish together. If you have a change of heart. Call my phone."

Sery puts in the headphones and blasts his music as loud as it can go. Fran leaves the gym as Sery is running on the tread mill. After a few moments of running, Sery eyes up the folder Fran set down on the bench. Sery tries to put it out of his mind and continues to move along with his cardio. But he still can't shake the folder from his mind. Finally curiosity kills the cat and Sery hops off the tread mill, tosses aside the head phones, and goes over to grab the folder. Sery flips open the folder and pulls out one of the pieces of paper. After studying it carefully, checking it twice, his eyes bulge wide open. He blurts out

"Thats more than i've ever had in my life."

**To BE Continued**

I don't know who Fran is but the RP did a good job of giving me some exposition on his history with Sery. The scene was written well. And hey, maybe this Fran could give Sery the branding power he needs to make the money for his Custom Cup triple cage stipulations if he wins the title 😋

Some old school rock and roll blares through the bar as a couple of people in the back ground are playing a round of pool. Few people are scattered around the bar enjoying their night and enjoying a few beverages. Sitting at the bar Sery sits with a mug of beer watching some basketball game on the TV.

During one of the commercials of the game, a 4CW commercial flickers on. Shows the matches of the next 4CW show. Part of which is highlighting Sery's match for the 4CW Custom Cup Championship. Some dude from across the bar yells.

"HEY! THATS THE DUDE ON THE TUBE!"

Sery raises his mug and nods at the old man.

"CHEERS!"

They both drink. Sery orders another round and the old man comes closer. The old man sits himself next to Sery.

"Wanna make a bet?"

Sery looks at the dude weird

"On what?"

"You're match! I think you're gunna lose!"

Sery looks puzzled.

"What makes you say that?

The old man responds.

"Cuz you're a big pussy!"

Angering Sery. Sery gets up.

"Well you wanna go outside old man!?!?"

"I'll whoop yer ass you young wippersnapper!"

Sery and the oldman get ready to go outside when they notice a cop car out. They come to their sense.

"Fine, bet is on old man. If I win, you buy me beer for the whole night and vice versa."

*Cell phone rings*

Sery glances down at his phone that is sitting beside him on the bench while he ties his running shoes on in the locker room of the gym. On the screen the name "Fran" shows up, Sery swipes ignore and stands up. He walks over to the mirror and gazes at himself. Sporting a white t-shirt, black shorts, and a nice pair of Nikes. Sery sighs. Then walks out of the locker room out to the oddly empty gym and walks towards the tread mill. After whipping out his ear buds and shoving them in his ear he hops on the tread mill.

A few minutes go by and in the middle of "FIREWORK" by Katy Perry, the song gets inerupted by a phone call. Sery looks down at his phone annoyed, the called ID reads "Fran". Sery swipes ignore, resumes the song, and carries on like a plastic bag floating in the wind.

Sery wipes the sweat from his brow now that he's finished with his cardio work for the day. He walks over to the vending machine in the corner of the gym and selects a water. After chugging the whole thing down like a dehydrated wild beast, Sery turns his attention to the weight bench. Being the bad mfer that he is, he puts on a atleast over his body weight on the bench. Shoves his earbuds into his ear again and goes through his reps as "Love Story" by Taylor Swift roars into his ears. The phone rings again. Sery sits up off the bench, glances at the phone knowing very well who it is. The caller ID reads "Fran". Sery having had it swipes to answer.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT?!?"

"C'mon outside. Lets talk."

Sery hangs up the phone angrily and sets his phone down on the bench and marches out of the gym all pissed off. Storming through the doors to the chilly Wisconsin weather Sery glances around for the sign of a car or anything. All he sees is the dark dreary grey daylight and no one or no cars around as far as the eye can see. Sery curses too himself under his breath and turns back towards the gym. When all of a sudden someone hits him in the head sending him unconscious. Two men masked take and throw Sery into a black town car and the car speeds off.

Back in the gym Sery's phone sits on the weight bench. The soft sounds of Taylor Swift can be heard through the ear buds as we fade away...

**TOO BE CONTINUED**

A pill bottle sits on a end table next to a bed, a hand suddenly grabs it, violently unscrews the caps. The pills get tipped sideways and its contents are emptied into Sery's hands. The pill bottle slams back onto the table. Sery downs the pills. Then stretches out and grimaces and grabs at his shoulder.

"Ahhh"

Sery spills out of bed and goes into the bath room of the hotel. He looks around, soaps, rags, towels, and another empty pill bottle. He lets the water run and then takes off his shirt and tosses it to the side. He leans over the sink and brings his face closer to the sink and splashes water in his face. He dries himself with a towel then throws it to the side. For the first time we see a clear shot of Sery's face, his 5 O' Clock shadow is passed 5 O'clock by far. His eyes have bags under them. His body bandaged. Various injuries that have piled up over the years on the road wrestling.

Sery still shirtless goes back out of the bathroom and sits on the bed and sighs. He glances at the letter on the end table, next to the bottle of pills, then he grabs it. The envelope of the letter is on the floor all ripped in pieces. Sery unfolds the letter... it reads.

"I have discovered a demon in you Sery. I love you but I can't be a second choice. I can't compete with the demon Sery. I can't be second fiddle. I can't put up with it anymore. Sometimes I feel like I never knew the real you. We had some good times Sery, but when it was bad, it was hell. I can't even describe it. This relationship has left a wound that time can't heal.

I'm already on a plane by the time you are reading this. Don't try and follow me. You will never hear from me again. You will never see me again. It be best for the both of us if we just forget about this. This is hard enough as it is.

I wish you the best in your future. But I know what lies ahead for you if you don't get yourself straight. You need help Sery. Otherwise you are going to end up alone or worse, dead.

Sincerely,

Disappointed"

Sery shoots up out of a dead sleep. His body covered in sweat and breathing heavily. Why did that dream occur? Sery looks over accross the pitch black hotel room and remembers his phone is on the dresser. He gets out of his bed and starts towards the dresser when he trips over something. He falls into an end table next to the bed where a tower of beer cans go crashing to the floor. Sery fumbles around on a light that is on the end table and finds the light switch and the light takes over the room. Sery shakes his head at all the beer cans that toppled over to the floor. He ignores cleaning them up for now, he can't lose his train of thought.

Sery grabs his phone and starts playing around with it. Going into his contacts and scrolling down until he hits one name. Kristie. He clicks the send a message button and starts tapping away at his phone.

"It's been 8 years. So much has changed. You said I'd never see you again and you weren't lying. I can't say I don't think about you. I've cleaned up my act. I'm off the pills. It was hell but I got off of them. You were right though. I did end up alone. I feel so alone sometimes. Hope you are doing okay."

Sery throws down the phone on the dresser and runs his hand through his hair. He sighs, seemingly about half truths. He goes into his travel bag and pulls out a bottle, labeled asprin, and walks into the bathroom. He washes two tablets down by cupping his hand under the faucet and pooling some water in his hands and bringing it up to his face to drink. He does this again, but instead of drinking it he washes his face off. After drying his face off with a towel that has his own face on it, Sery goes back out to his room and holds up a piece of paper that is laying on the dresser. Its a flier promoting the upcoming 4CW Revival show. One of the main headlines is Sery vs. Supreme - 4CW Custom Cup Championship. The match has a circle around Sery vs. Supreme that Sery made with a pen. Its all he has. His phone vibrates and the screen lights up. He glances at the screen and it reads "From Kristie". Sery looks at the message.

" SERVICE ERROR 409: THE SUBSCRIBER YOU ARE TRYING TO REACH HAS BLOCKED INCOMING TEXT MESSAGES FROM THIS NUMBER"

This was a really good RP, possibly the best I've ever seen from you. I loved how dark it was. The subject matter was not in any way comical and really showed a different side to Sery. People who are depressed often project humour or comedy and I see a little bit of that in the character. It made me care about Sery more than just being the guy who brings hilarious entertainment to the show. You describe the scene well in such a way that I can imagine Sery's actions in the scene flawlessly and that adds a fluidity that keeps me locked into the story.

I am interested to see where the story of Sery develops from here.