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Post by The BombTrax on Sept 3, 2016 22:37:05 GMT
One (1) Role Play Max
Final Role Play Deadline: Tuesday September 13th, 2016 @ 10:59 PM CST
Segment/Match Deadline: Tuesday, September 13th, 2016 @ 11:59 PM CST
Opening Bout A Special 'Get Off The Ground' Triple Threat Match (The winner of this match will get the next shot at the Crank Championship) Hunter Storms versus Roscar versus Evie Girard |
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Post by roscar on Sept 13, 2016 21:21:48 GMT
New Orleans, Lousiana 8th September 2016
The scene opens up, outside an italian restaurant at night. A cab stops in front of the restaurant and Lisa gets out of it. She starts walking towards the entrance and then, she enters the restaurant. The restaurant is quiet inside and candlelight creates a romantic ambiance. Classic italian music is heard on the background. Roscar is sitting alone in a small table with two glasses with wine on top. She approaches him, but he hasn't noticed her yet, because he is doing something at his smart phone. She taps him on the shoulder and then, he gets up and he hugs her.
Roscar: "You're here! I didn't notice you. How are you?"
Roscar and Lisa both sit down in their chairs.
Lisa: "I'm good. It's been a busy week, but I'm good. Anyway, I'm not the point here. We are here to celebrate your first victory at PAW. So congratulations to you baby. I'm so proud of you. You killed it! Let's drink on this!"
They both giggle, they clink their glasses together and then, they take a sip.
Lisa: "Should we order?"
Roscar: "Don't worry babe, I already ordered. I got you your favourite, lasagna. You're ok with it?"
Lisa nods positively. Roscar starts looking at his phone again.
Lisa: "What are you reading with so much dedication? You're not cheating me, right?"
Roscar lifts his head up and they both giggle with Lisa's last comment.
Roscar: "No, no. Wilson just sent me right now something about my next match at PAW. It's a triple threat and the winner gets a shot at the Crank championship. Can you believe this? It's amazing! A chance like this at this point is like a god's gift to me. He says that he has a plan to help me win and to make my training more effective.
"When Roscar said Wilson's name, Lisa gave him a sour look.
Lisa: "Oh, Wilson! Yeah... it's great that he helps you with you training."
Lisa is clearly not happy with the whole situation. When she said Wilson's name, you could see the disgust to her face. She's trying to hide it, but Roscar noticed it. He's hesitant, whether to talk to her about Wilson or not. He is afraid of what she will say. She had already told him his opinion about him and it wasn't positive.
Roscar: "Yeah Wilson. Is there any problem with him? I know that you don't like him, but you saw how important his help is. He is the reason I won this match with Spencer Thompson. He's gonna help my career takeoff and reach new heights. Believe me, he's not that bad as you think. You just have to take some time to meet him."
Lisa: "No! I don't have to meet him. I know exactly this kind of people. He's a disgusting criminal. You don't need him. He is not the reason you won that much. You were the one, who fought inside this ring and pinned spencer Thompson, not Wilson, not me. IT WAS YOU! The only thing that changed is that you got more concentrated and you got more training. We can find you a new sponsor."
Both of them now have raised their voices.
Roscar: "A criminal? Really? Why do you accuse him without any proof? Just because you don't like his face? Come on, grow up! he helped and it's true. You just have to accept it."Lisa: "You know it's not just that. Do you know, what he does for a leaving? How did he accumulate so much wealth? Look, you know that I love you, but I can't stand seeing you getting closer to your destruction without saying anything. This man is dangerous for you and your career."
Roscar takes a deep breath to calm down. he notices, that the waiter is coming with their food, so he lowers his voice and gets closer to her.
Roscar: "You're wrong. I'm the one who knows what's important for my career. Wilson's help is crucial and that's it! End of conversation. Can we now enjoy our fucking dinner without talking about all these stuff?"Lisa nods positively. The waiter gives them their plates and gets away. You can easily cut the air with a knife. The couple starts eating without talking or looking at each other, as the camera fades out.
New Orleans, Louisiana 10th September 2016
It's night and a black and red Harley Davidson enters an empty and dark parking lot. Roscar, the rider of the bike, who is wearing a leather jacket, dismounts and he removes his motorcycle helmet from his head. He gets his smart phone off his leather jacket and calls someone.
Roscar: "Hey Wilson! Where are you? I'm at the parking lot. Are you coming man? It's eleven sharp."Wilson Fisk: "Remember, that I'm never late my friend! We'll be there in 1, 2, 3!
Suddenly a big limo storms inside the parking lot and stops right in front of Roscar. One of the rear doors open and Wilson is inside the luxurious limo.
Wilson Fisk: "Come inside my Greek friend."
Roscar enters the limo. Inside there are black leather seats and a champagne bucket.
Wilson Fisk: "So my friend, let's get to business! Did you do your research on your opponents as I advised you? Your match is close and I'm sure that you're fully aware of the importance of this match."
Roscar: "You bet I am dude! If I win this match, I have a match for the Crank championship. My training is going great and I'm feeling more than great. I'm so hyped about this match! So about the research, I've put a lot of time reading and getting to know my opponents."
Wilson seems pleased by Roscar's dedication to his preparation.
Wilson: "Ok then! That's good. Let's start constructing your plan. First, Evie Girard."
Roscar: "She's from Quebec, she has an MMA background just like me and she was training in Japan as a pro wrestler for the last two years. She is smaller and lighter than me, so that means that I'll probably be able to dominate over her using my power. She's also a technical wrestler, which might be a little bit challenging to me. The good thing is that she's still inexperienced and she haven't been training as long as me. That means, she will be doing a lot of mistakes and I have to take advantage of them. I have to dominate over her during our match, since she's resilient, so I can "break" her endurance. I don't think that a newbie like her has ever wrestled with a guy like me. A fucking Greek God!
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Wilson has a big smile on his face. He gets a big Cuban cigar and lights it.
Wilson: "Nice! You've studied he and I'm sure that she will do the same about you. You have to hit her as hard as you can and you can't let either her to take the upper hand, or Hunter Storms doing the exact same thing, when you can't be sure that he won't pin her. That's really important. Now, what about Hunter Storms?"
Roscar strokes his hair.
Roscar: "Well, Hunter Storms is a guy I know better. He's on the same level of experience and his wrestling style has a lot of things in common with mine. He's like submission moves and he is pretty quick with his strikes, but he's too reckless inside the ring. As a person, I don't know him to say the truth. He's always silent and he hasn't ever talked to me. I dunno... he seems like a creepy guy."
Wilson is smoking his cigar, as he is listening Roscar talking.
Wilson: "Well, you've got to be really careful. You can't let him get momentum, because he's pretty experienced. Don't let him get you on his holds and that's all. The main thing in this match, as I said, is to be careful. That's the key. I know what you are capable of and you're totally able to win this match. You can break them in half if you want. But, don't be a foolhardy inside the ring. You have to show them the way of the Greek Freak. These people can't reach your level. In two days, I want you to dismantle them. And remember... YOU ARE A WINNER! YOU ARE BORN TO BE A CHAMPION! PROVE IT TO EVERYBODY!"
Both of them seem really happy. Roscar feels ready for his upcoming match and Wilson knows that he can win this. He takes a puff and he says:
Wilson Fisk: "Your plan is ready. Now, you can relax with me and have a drink, but from tomorrow morning, you have to keep up with the good work in the gym. Always be prepared for the unexpected!"
Wilson grabs the champagne bottle and a glass and says:
Wilson Fisk: "You want some champagne... Mr. Future Champion?"They both laugh and the camera fades out, as Wilson fills two glasses with champagne and gives one to Roscar. |
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Post by Hunter Storms on Sept 14, 2016 3:20:29 GMT
Location: Boston,MA
Time: 10:15 A.M.
Date: 9/9/16
It had been raining constantly since last night. Hours ago Hunter had been sleeping in,deciding to take a day off from his training regiment. A man needs rest every once in a while doesn't he? Yet,there was another reason he had decided to take the day off. Something plagued him deep inside,deep down inside,it would almost seem like he was hurting. Not physically,but rather mentally. He wasn't sure what experience he was going through,but he knew he needed to tackle it,and quick. He had been rather restless the past day due to anxiety,and he found it hard to even lay down for a nap,until he found peace by just listening to his music,sending him into slumber.
The rain continued to ricochet off the widows as he stared out into the streets. Few cars were seeing driving through the wet conditions,and there were even less people roaming around the streets,but no one could really blame them. Who would really want to go walking around in some dreary scenery? Really ruins a person's mood,but for Hunter,he really didn't seem affected by it. Those same cold,piercing eyes continued to stare out through his bedroom window. Drawing away from it,he sat himself upon the edge of his bed. In his hands,he held a small note of paper with ink writing on it. Not wanting to reveal it,he folded up the note up into his fist before securely tucking it away into his pocket. Checking the time,he lazily reached behind him,grabbing his black hoodie before walking out of the shot,with only silence trailing behind him.
The streets were actually worse outside than what seemed like inside. The rain had decided to pick up,and the wind did nothing but increase the misery of the scene,yet he continued to pace through the miserable weather. The only noise that came from him was music,faintly radiating from his headphones.
“Zettaiteki konkyo wa uso darake Itsudatte aru no wa boku no Jishin ya fuan wo kakimazeta Yowai youde tsuyoi boku!!“
(Translation: There's no certain logic but only lies out there Every time I find in my mind that there's just what I am that's stirred with confidence and insecurity Weak, but strong same time)
The lyrics cause Hunter to briefly pause in stride,but he only shakes his head whilst exhaling a sigh. Continuing down the dampened streets,his gaze stays downcast at the sidewalk as he keeps on strolling,letting his feet guide him. After passing by multiple buildings,he came to a halt in front of rather lavish looking building that was colored beige,but almost seemed like a lighter brown thanks in part to the down pour. Pulling out the note from earlier,he briefly glances at the paper before tucking it back into his jeans pocket and wandering into the building.
The interior looked a little less thrilling compared to the exterior. Magazines were strewn across the tables,old food wrappers were littered in some corners,and the floors looked like they hadn't been cleaned in the past couple weeks. Yet,there was still a vibe that one could really enjoy.....peace. It had been a long time since he felt so relaxed. Walking up to the front desk,whilst trying his best not to trip over any of the stacks of magazines,he pulled his back off his head,where he was meet with a warm,receptive smile from the receptionist.
“Afternoon mister,do you have an appointment today?”
Reaching back into his pocket,he simply lay the folded note of paper on the desk. The receptionist almost seemed to pick it up in a flash,which nearly stunned Hunter,but he shrugged off as she typed away on the computer in front of her.
“Okay,Dr. Lockhart is waiting for you. He's the third door on the left.”
Giving a solemn nod in response,he slowly walked his way down the hallway,breathing deeply. He wasn't sure how to go about things,since it was first time at an office like this. Stopping in front of the door,he looked at the sign that stuck on the wall to the left of the wooden door,that read:
Dr. Jamison Lockhart Licensed Psychologist
Reaching for the handle,he tugged down on the door,but it wouldn't budge. He tried a second time,but failed as well. Figuring the doctor must have been out somewhere,he decided to wait for him outside his office. Leaning up on the other side of the door,he focused his gaze back down onto the floor. Why did he decide to come here again? What exactly was he seeking when he made the appointment? He shook his head at the multiple thoughts as he felt his stomach become uneasy from the negative thinking. While in the midst of his thought process,he happened to sense the presence of another person nearby. Looking further down the hallway,he noticed two figures dressed rather casually for the day,but then again it struck him that today was Friday,so it made sense. One of the figures entered one of the rooms further down the hall while the other kept walking down. He didn't want to seem like he was watching the man the entire time so he re-shifted his gaze back down to the floor. He slowly shifted his gaze back up as a pair of black shoes entered his line of sight,where he was met with the smile of man that appeared to be somewhere in his mid to late 40s.
“Ah,hello there lad. I take it your Mr. Hunter?”
The slight British accent was a slight surprise to him,but he chose to ignore it.
“That would be me sir.”
“Excellent. Follow me inside my office,but do give me a few minutes to setup since I just got back from a meeting.”
“Sure thing.”
Following the Doctor into his office,he rested his headphones around his neck as they entered the small space that consisted of a desk space and a bed rest off to the right hand side. The doc motioned towards the mattress as he continued toward his desk. Papers were littered across the mahogany desk and amidst all of them sat a dimly lit computer. Setting himself down,Hunter clasped his hands together whilst continuing to keep his gaze on the floor. He wasn't always a major fan of making eye contact with others unless it was deemed necessary,which in his case was rare. The only times he ever did make eye contact was when he was talking with the staff or........that's all he really could think of. Deep in thought,he slowly kept crossing his thumbs over each other and even began to lightly tap his foot against the carpet floor. The sound of solid object hitting mahogany broke his trance as he snapped his head up towards Lockhart,where he was reclined and stretching to his arms' greatest extent.
“Alright then,” he plucked a document off his desk, “According to what you filled out on the form,you said that you feel like you're suffering from some sort of depression. Since we're here in person to talk about it,what exactly are you feeling right now?”
Hunter seemed to have been in a deadlock of staring,before he abruptly turned his head away,bringing his hands up to his chin.
“Well,I guess,it's something that bothered me in the past and now suddenly the feeling of it has returned.”
“The feeling of what exactly?”
“Being alone. These past few months I've had a small number of friends that I barely talk to these days. Sometimes I barely talk to people at all.”
“And I take it that has affected your social life greatly?”
“My social life was a wreck to begin with. I couldn't stop thinking about my dad since I barely saw him and I was so preoccupied with waiting for him to come back from each trip he made that I just ignored others. Yet,I didn't mind being alone. I was able to cope with it through video games, which is how I made some friends from middle school up until high school. Once I took the career path of going into wrestling,I pretty much lost all contact.”
Lockhart nods in response all the while jotting everything down on a clipboard. He reclines back in his chair,reviewing his notes.
“Now,when you first started wrestling,was there a sense of loneliness to begin with?”
“Well,yeah. I started wrestling sometime after college,got a call from a former colleague of my dad's and signed on. That first experience was pretty rough. The friendships,the betrayals....everything was a damn mess,yet I fought through it. Once I took break from that place,I felt as if my skills could've been put to better use,and they were,once I encountered the WWO. That place gave me so many good opportunities and so many good people to work. It was actually some place I could call home for two years before its foreclosure.”
“I see.....have you called any other place a home as of late?”
“Well,for a time,I didn't. I ended going back to the place I first started out to help with the shortage of wrestlers and the experience still sucked. Next thing I knew,I was freelancing all over. Went to NYC for a few weeks,that place closed down right after its first PPV. Then I found myself back in Boston with BFW. I didn't even get to wrestle because next thing I knew,the doors were slammed shut in everyone's face unexpectedly. The entire ride had been a massive mess,that is,until I received a call from PAW saying they had open spots. I instinctively got myself a ticket to fly down to Louisiana,signed the contract,and have been here ever since.”
Lockhart nods multiple times,mulling over the notes he was written in front of him. Tapping the pen against his clipboard,he sits straight in his chair,placing the clipboard on his desk before looking towards Hunter.
“I think this is a good start for us. I would like you to tell me more,but the half hour has already passed. I look forward to seeing you at the next session.”
Hunter checks his watch,shocked at how fast the time went,despite it feeling like he had only been in the room for ten minutes.
"Right....see ya then doc."
Shaking the doctor's hand,he paced his way out of the office and out of the building.
Location: Boston,MA
Time: 1:00 A.M.
Date: 9/10/16
The shot opens up to a rather dark space,except for a hanging light swinging back and forth with it creaking at the peak of each swing. Suddenly, multiple lights turn on in a flash as Storms comes walking into the frame with a pair of cutters in hand and a small stool in the other. Placing the stool down in front of himself,he cautiously stands up on it before reaching up with the cutters and clipping the wire that kept the light hanging. Before it could even hit the ground,he deftly swoops down,scooping it up in his arms before gently placing it on the ground
"Well that was getting annoying..."
He steps off the stool,dusting himself off before addressing the camera.
"So......I have been booked in a match with two others who haven't proven themselves to me quite yet."
He holds up two fingers to the camera.
"The 'Greek God' or as of late 'Greek Flop' Roscar,and that let down of a rookie Evie Girard,who I swear had no clue what she signed herself up for when she put pen to paper."
He lowers his hand out of the frame before sinking his hands into his pockets.
"There really isn't much to say is there? Hell,I barely recall their names from past times. Have been a co-worker with one person,the other I tried to help find a place in the ring but she utterly failed to follow my guidance."
He shrugs his shoulders at the camera,shaking his head.
"Roscar,c'mon,you've endorsed in a man by the name of Wilson Fisk. I didn't realize Kingpin was a fan of wrestling,needless to say a man who can barely stand on his own two legs in singles competition without his old partner who has since left you to eat his dust and go hunting on your own. Sure you took bears down when you were with someone,but have you ever taken a bear down by yourself,matter of fact,have you even wrestled a bear with your own hands? No,I do not mean Boris from weeks ago,I mean me. I may not be having the best of luck of trying to secure a foothold here,but this match will certainly guarantee me one if I blast right past you and that........other person. Damn,what was her name again?"
He stares up at the lights,his head tilted to the right,pondering over the name.
"What was it.....Emma? Nonono,that's not it. It was definitely something that started with an E............Eeeeeeve? Eeeeeeeeva? Evvvv......Evie! That's right,Evie Girard."
He rolls his eyes at the saying of the name.
"Possibly THE WORST partner I've had in a long time,and that's saying something. Believe me,I understand you're a rookie and all,but there were so many key opportunities you failed to capitalize on in that match we had against Cashmere and Ellsworth. You're lucky that in the end you didn't up in Intensive Care that night,which you probably spent the rest of with a neck brace on,looking like the fool you are backstage. Worthless. You almost appear to have a low standard when you step into the ring. This isn't the good old times when everyone was wrestling for fun or for just a simple check to buy the necessities of life.....no,this is the reality of big leagues. Everyone here steps up their game in order to prove their worth in this business. We don't wrestle for just the paychecks anymore rookie,we wrestle for those shiny gold belts that can be wrapped around our waists and be called one of the greatest. Clearly,you are someone who has no intention of that anytime soon. Probably be best to pack up while you still can sister,because after Addiction,you're going to wish you never saw the brutal side of me in the ring.....ever......again."
He draws his hands out of his pockets,slamming a fist into open hand,wrapping it around the fist.
"So allow me to summarize my statement here for you two. On the night of Addiction #2,I plan on walking out victorious,with that guaranteed shot at the Crank Title. You two bozos are nothing but the bugs you are who need to be crushed.....crushed in such a way you'll wish you hadn't competed on that night. By the way Roscar,chin locks don't win you anything except showing that you have an extremely low level in technical wrestling. Chin locks won't do you good here,they might work on Evie,but me......hell no. Being see you two at the Pure Arena,and make sure your health insurances are up to date,you'll need them......"
He slams his fist into his palm once more before walking out of the frame,faintly chuckling to himself. Fade to black. |
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