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Post by Lady Munin on Apr 8, 2016 3:09:53 GMT
Live from the Shreveport Municipal Memorial Auditorium
705 Elvis Presley Blvd. Shreveport, Louisiana
Thursday, February 4th, 2016 at 10 pm CST
First Role Play Deadline: Thursday January 28th, 2016 @11:59 PM CST
Final Role Play Deadline: Wednesday February 3rd, 2016 @ 11:59 PM CST
Segment Deadline: February 4th @ 8:00 AM CST
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Post by Lady Munin on Apr 8, 2016 3:11:01 GMT
Shayne Carter walks up to the front doors of Tyler Keenan’s Hollywood apartment, knocking his right knuckles on the mahogany wood doors a few times before waiting for an answer. As he waits, Carter’s eyes scan around the entrance hallway for a cocky white grin, something that stretches from one cheek to the other. His eyes glance from the old-fashioned, cream-coloured wallpaper to the oak laminate flooring, before moving to the expensive paintings that dot the walls here and there. The familiar works of Claude Monet and Vincent Van Gogh are all framed and presented across the walls, but also a few pieces of artwork that are strange and unfamiliar to the Manchester-born henchman of Tyler Keenan. As he looks, Carter notices that there are barely any windows in the corridor, aside from one that is in the centre of the left wall of the corridor. It is ajar and causes the sound of whistling wind, which in turn makes the chandelier above them jangle.
Looking up to examine the chandelier, shocked a little by the noise, Carter notices that it is composed completely of glass and has nine branches with nine corresponding candles. He scratches his black stubble around his mouth as he thinks about how expensive the chandelier must be and how much it would have cost his boss to have paid for it. Then again, he did not know for certain if Keenan had paid for anything in the apartment complex other than his own spectacularly modern home. He then looks to his left and sees an elegantly-made and designed vase with a small bouquet of tulips in there. Carter groaned as he remembered the symbolism of what they actually meant. He remembered that Tyler changed the type of flowers that were kept inside the vase every time he wrestled in a match, so that he was always as fresh as freshly-picked flowers and always ready for anything. Shayne remembered that he had seen roses, violets, poppies and freesias in that same vase on the five separate occasions that he had visited the apartment on ‘special business’.
After a few minutes of waiting, Shayne’s face grows from a cocky grin to a little concerned. It was always Tyler’s thing to be punctual, even to people that he did not like, so the fact that he had not answered the door was a little disturbing. Placing his ear to the door, Shayne swore that he could hear the sound of music faintly playing. He grasped the golden knob below him and turned it, surprised to find that the door was actually open and he was free to enter. He cursed himself as he opened the door, it was always Tyler’s thing to get one over on him and quite frankly it was a really annoying thing as well. As soon as he opens the door, the sound of music gets louder as it is free without constraints to reach the ears of the English mobster.
Carter looks out towards the large penthouse living room with a grin. It was a perfect modern home, with cream-coloured sofas and recliners arranged in a square around a large glass coffee table with a fur rug underneath. Above all of that was a huge flat-screen television, probably a really expensive one as well. Behind it is an entire wall of windows, showing the perfect California skyline that Shayne knew Tyler drew a lot of inspiration from. He was a very poetic person, Carter knew that for a fact, and used things like wildlife, the environment that he was in and even the type of day to effect the way he spoke in his official match recordings for the different promotions he worked for.
Strangely enough, the television is not on and Tyler Keenan is not sat down on his sofa, feet up on the coffee table as he watches some sort of movie or television show. Instead, Shayne spots Tyler as he walks fully into the apartment, sat upon one of the workspaces in his kitchen with a bottle of Jack Daniels and the remote for the speaker system in the corner of the living room. The kitchen was fully open-plan and connected to the living room, with checked tiles on the floor and black stone workspaces to decorate the large kitchen. The sound of "Ain't No Sunshine" by DMX fills Carter's ears as he walks towards the kitchen area, where Tyler is fully visible. He is dressed in a simple white t-shirt and blue jeans, with black high-tops on his feet, which dangle off the front of a workspace, sometimes tapping together to the beat of the music.
As Shayne walks towards him, Tyler lifts his head up from his iPhone and raises his eyebrows.
“Well done.” Tyler grins. “You opened a door.”
“Could’ve told me it was open.” Shayne sighs. “It would have helped.”
“I wanted to see you use that English brain of yours.” Tyler smirks. “You barely use it. Anyways, is there something you want?”
“Have you seen the news?” Shayne raises his left eyebrow in a truly shocked manner. “You’re booked on PAW.”
“I know.” Tyler nodded slowly, speaking slowly to follow it. “I do check my emails sometimes.”
“Then you know why I’m here.” Shayne folds his arms, putting his left foot forwards and leaning his back, his head high in the clouds.
“No, in fact, I don’t.” Tyler takes a sip of his drink and jumps down from the workspace. “I honestly think you’re wasting your time.”
“You don’t want to talk about the match?” Shayne unfolds his arms and deposits them in his pockets instead.
“Nope, not at all.” Tyler sighs. “I honestly think it’s a waste of time.”
“How is it a waste of time?” Shayne’s eyes light up. “This is your debut!”
“No, it isn’t!” Tyler slams his palm on the workspace. “It’s not even on the card!”
“Then how did you find out about the match?” Shayne bit his lip. “It’s not exactly common knowledge.”
“They tell me as well as you, doofus.” Tyler growls. “It’s not like I was betting on you remembering that you can actually talk.”
“Are you in the mood to make jokes at me?” Shayne sighs. “Or would you actually want to discuss a game plan for these idiots to make sure that you win?”
“Fine, fine.” Tyler cracks his knuckles and takes another drink of the bourbon. “Chloe Cox. I’m younger, I’m taller, I’m basically better in all areas. Compared to someone like Chloe Cox, I’m the ruler of Malta and she’s the Queen of Madagascar.”
“Madagascar doesn’t have a Queen anymore.” Shayne butts in.
“Shut up.” Tyler raises his index finger and sighs. “You know what I mean.”
Tyler walks out of the kitchen area and over towards the windows, looking out on the city. “I was trained by some of the best men and women that this sport has even had to offer because I had the money to pay for it, my in-ring skills were honed by a man that has been working non-stop in this business for over twenty-one years. I am one of the most expertly-trained men on the PAW roster, and my first match is against someone that occasionally took training classes and has done nothing but small shows? Bitch, by the end of 2015 I was main eventing New York then traveling to Seattle, where I was a mainstay there. I am one of the hottest, upcoming wrestlers that the North American independent scene has ever seen and I have to face someone like Chloe Cox in my opening match? She’s not even worth my time.”
“You’re gonna become complacent if you keep this up, mate.” Shayne sighs. “Don’t tell me I’m wrong, it has happened before.”
“Shut up, Shayne.” Tyler turns his head back and growls. “This is different. She has virtually nothing on me at all. Sure, the girl’s all about heart and determination, I’ll give her that. But put her against me, a man that has been back and forth across the country multiple times, headlining shows and challenging for titles and she’s virtually nothing but a piece of dirt that I will repeatedly kick on the ropes to get off my boots. It isn’t complacency, it isn’t confidence, it’s just what you get if you know the facts. Her main move is an armbar? Please. I am a submission master, my partner uses that move to warm up my arms for the real shit. There is no world where Chloe Cox can lock any submission hold on me, because she has absolutely nothing on me. I’m a mainstay, I’m the best.”
“God, you’re more cocky than usual.” Shayne chuckles.
“It’s the whiskey.” Tyler grins. “Gets me pumped.”
"Are you done?" Shayne sighs.
"Nah." Tyler coughs. "The problem she'll find with me is that I'm very good at getting inside people's heads. Ask anyone that's ever faced me before, because I'll get in there and I'll start kicking. In fact, I'll make her brain hurt so much that it will be unbearable, I'll make her confused about whether or not she should be backing out of the match or not, I'll make her doubt yourself so much that she'll wonder if she's made the right choice to be a wrestler at all. Hell, I've even been able to make people so angry that they take a hit out on me. But at the end of the day, when she steps into the ring with me, she's not going to be in the right frame of mind to effectively wrestle against me, at which point I will effectively tie ropes to her elbows and her knees and dangle her around like a puppet at a pantomime. She'll effectively become unable to stop being mentally tortured by myself, a toy for me to play with without her being able to do anything to stop me. I might force you to lie down of your opponents, I might force you to knock yourself out. I might even force her into quitting being a wrestler and going to work in a restaurant as a waitress...oh yeah, she already does that. Basically, if she lets me get into your head, I'll tear her brain apart and reduce her to nothing but a gawping vegetable. Because I'm Tyler Keenan, and that's something that everyone in the world of amateur wrestling should aspire to be."
"As for the others." Tyler groans. "I haven't seen anything from anyone to benefit my time. Maybe they should talk shit about me before I even try and get in their heads."
Tyler grins and turns around to face Shayne, folding his arms as he walks back over to the kitchen. "Any other questions or demands?"
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Post by Lady Munin on Apr 8, 2016 3:11:57 GMT
Here Comes Hungry Jack
For most of you this is your first introduction to the man known as “Hungry” Jack Swanson. I'm sure you are wondering out of all the nicknames in the world why someone would choose “Hungry”. You are probably thinking it's a description of how he feels about the business. That makes sense. A wrestler would be hungry for success, to prove himself. This however is not “Hungry” Jack's story.
In his case “Hungry” means just that. Jack is a hungry man, hungry for food. When you can't get enough it only makes sense that you eat for a living. That's also how you get to stand six feet, six inches tall and weigh four hundred pounds.“Hungry” Jack Swanson is a top notch competitive eater. Wait! Why are you learning about a competitive eater? Didn't you come here to learn a little something about a wrestler? We will get to that.
As a competitive eater you get to do a fair amount of traveling. If there is a competition going on you can bet Jack will be there. It doesn't matter if it's hotdogs, chicken wings, or homemade apple pie, Jack has done them all. He has won them all. Today he is currently in an amusement park in Louisiana. On the menu? Funnel cakes. Why don't we check in and see how he's doing?
January 21st, 2016
We see a stage full of contestants. Men of all different shapes and sizes are going to town on fresh funnel cakes. In the center of the table standing out about everyone else is a behemoth of a man. Obviously this is “Hungry” Jack Swanson! Who else could it be? This is his story after all. A small crowd of people have gathered around to check things out but the contestants only have one thing on their minds. The clock continues to count down.
Contest Official: One minute left!
As the end of the contest grows near everyone kicks it into another gear. With one thousand dollars on the line this is no joke. Jack shovels as much as he can into his mouth and I don't think he is even taking the time to chew. There is only a few seconds left...
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1!
That's it! The contest is over! A number of judges continue to tabulate the results. One of the judges then heads to the contest official to tell him who the winner is.
Contest Official: By the closest of margins, here is the winner...”Hungry” Jack Swanson!!!
Jack raises his hands into the air and them pumps his fists in victory. It doesn't matter how many times he wins it still amps him up. He is handed a check and a large trophy that he lifts into the air to a small and I do mean small amount of applause. Jack shakes the hands of some of his competition and then just like that everyone is gone.
Jack leaves the stage with the check in his pocket and the trophy in his hand. Today has been a pretty good day. He is getting ready to head to the parking lot where his vehicle awaits when he hears someone calling out to him.
Cross Recoba: Nice job up there...
The young man seems to be sincere but there is a slight smirk on his face. He just has one of the faces you want to punch. He is dressed in what looks to be a pretty expensive designer suit with shoes to match. If there happened to be girls around I'm sure they would be going crazy for this sharp dressed man.
“Hungry” Jack Swanson: Thanks, it's not as easy as it looks. The name is Jack Swanson, but you can call me “Hungry” Jack.
The big man sticks his large hand out looking for a handshake. Recoba looks down at it before taking a step back.
Cross Recoba: Cross Recoba...but I'm sure you already knew that.
Jack has a quizzical look on his face, because he has no idea who this kid is. First impression? He's not sure he likes him.
Cross Recoba: I'm sure it was difficult. I mean, who would have thought a fat man could eat like that.
Now Jack KNOWS he doesn't like him.
“Hungry” Jack Swanson: I don't know what your deal is, but you might want to watch your mouth.
Recoba puts his hands up, but the smirk is still present on his face.
Cross Recoba: Pay attention to some medical advice for once; if you're feeling like “stepping” to me you might want to reconsider.
Recoba points to a large ad on a nearby building advertising his main event match with Press Jones later that night.
“Hungry” Jack Swanson: You don't have to worry about that. I'll be the bigger man here.
Cross Recoba: Aren't you always?
Now Jack has heard his fair share of fat jokes and usually they roll off his back. We do need to remember how punchable this guys face is. Jack doesn't take a swing but he pushes him pretty damn hard with his one free hand.
“Hungry” Jack Swanson: I don't care who you are. I'm not going to let you disrespect me.
Jack then steps up to Cross Recoba and stares down at the smaller man. To his credit Cross doesn't back down. The news of one of their top talents must have reached someone in Pure Amusement Wrestling because the two men are soon swarmed by a bunch of PAW security and officials who step in between the two men.
Cross Recoba: It looks like today is your lucky day...
Recoba is lead away but he can't resist saying one last thing.
Cross Recoba: ...I hope you're happy winning plastic trophies, Jack. I'm going to be busy winning gold title belts.
Jack now wishes he would have knocked the smirk right off his face.
As Jack lets the small burst of adrenaline run through his system he looks back at the poster advertising the Cross Recoba match. This time he notices another poster that reads that Pure Amusement Wrestling is looking for new talent with a number to contact. This gives Jack an idea.
I admit that I have no idea who Cross Recoba is. Why would I? It's been a long time since I watched wrestling. I guess you could say I grew out of it. Now, I'm no expert but it looks like the guy is doing pretty good for himself. If that is the kind of living you can make in the ring I might be in the wrong business. I can't even believe I just said that! I do love what I do but I have been thinking about doing something else. It might have come in the form of a pompous jerk but I think I was sent a sign today. I think it's time “Hungry” Jack Swanson takes on a second job.
Later that day...
Jack is standing in the parking lot of the amusement park. He is still holding the trophy admiring his win. He is so caught up in the success he almost doesn't realize the man approaching him. The man is Jack's best friend in the whole world, Teddy Garrett. In the nick of time Jack's face goes from one of elation to sadness. Time to try out those acting chops.
Teddy Garrett: It took forever to find your car. Sorry I missed the competition. It looks like it went well.
“Hungry” Jack Swanson: I guess so. I did win, so there's that.
Teddy Garrett: Is something wrong? You usually are happier after a big win. You're not coming down with something are you?
“Hungry” Jack Swanson: It isn't that Teddy. I just feel like it might be time to make a change.
Teddy Garrett: Where is this coming from Jack?
Jack drops the newly won first place trophy into the back of his old pickup truck.
“Hungry” Jack Swanson: It's been something I've been thinking about for awhile. I've been doing this for a long time, and look at me, I obviously love what I do. I just feel like there could be more to me than just being a fat guy who eats food.
Teddy Garrett: There is more to you than that. We both know that. I think you're selling yourself short if that's what you think.
“Hungry” Jack Swanson: I don't think you get it.
Teddy Garrett: Then why don't you stop beating around the bush and just tell me what's on your mind.
Jack and Teddy have been friends since they've been kids. Even though this is the case, Jack has never easily opened up to his closest friend.
“Hungry” Jack Swanson: Alright, but you have to promise to not judge me on what I'm about to say.
Teddy Garrett: You know me Jack.
That he does. Teddy hasn't always been the most supportive of Jack's previous ideas and endeavors.
“Hungry” Jack Swanson: I think I'd like to try my hands at professional wrestling. I figure I could...
Teddy Garrett: I know what this is Jack! Good one! Could you imagine, you as a professional wrestler. You really had me going.
Jack looks at his friend and Teddy realizes that he isn't joking.
Teddy Garrett: Wait! You're serious? I know we always used to talk about it when we were kids but I figured that had passed. Why now?
“Hungry” Jack Swanson: Like I said, I'm just looking for a change. Plus I have to be honest. The competitive eating circuit isn't exactly a lucrative business. I make enough to get by but if I want to retire, I need to start planning for the future.
Teddy Garrett: If you keep talking like that people might think the two of us are actual adults.
This brings a small smile to Jack's face.
Teddy Garrett: Seriously though?
“Hungry” Jack Swanson: Seriously. So will you help me?
Teddy Garrett: I don't have much choice do I? So what do you want me to do?
“Hungry” Jack Swanson: I need you to find me a company that will give me a chance. I want a match as soon as possible.
Teddy Garrett: I think you might be jumping the gun Jack. First we should find someone to train you. In a couple months maybe...
“Hungry” Jack Swanson: I can't wait that long. I'm forty, I need to start yesterday. I know you can make it happen. If I didn't believe in you than you wouldn't be my agent.
Teddy has no other clients. He has had no previous clients. In fact why does a competitive eater even need an agent? Well...sometimes fat guys are needed for small roles in commercials or television shows. So why not just try to get more acting roles? Childhood dreams!
Teddy Garrett: I can't make any promises but I will see what I can do. You're sure right, being a wrestler isn't easy.
“Hungry” Jack Swanson: I know you won't let me down. Plus, I have been watching wrestling all my life. How hard can it be?
Teddy Garrett: You know that I have no idea where to start.
“Hungry” Jack Swanson: I think I have an idea about that.
I don't know if he fully bought it, but for the time being Teddy is on my side. He has always been the most supportive of me even if he didn't fully agree. That's why I include him in everything I do. Sure, I could have left him out in the cold and tried to pursue the wrestling thing on my own but that's not my style. Plus I know he will do the leg work. I only know that Pure Amusement Wrestling is looking for talent. If they don't want me I wouldn't know where to go from there. Teddy will figure it out. He always does.
That's how it's always been. Even now. I don't even have to look for eating competitions or fill out the entry forms. He takes care of it all. It's kind of like having a wife or girlfriend, except well he is a dude and we aren't together. I know he would do anything for me, and I for him. I love him like a brother. We are both in this together, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health...wait now it does sound like we are married. All joking aside there would be no “Hungry” Jack without Teddy Garrett.
January 26th, 2016
Teddy Garrett: I've done it Jack!
Teddy comes storming in the front door of Jack's Las Vegas condo. He is excited and perhaps a little proud of himself.
Teddy Garrett: Jack! Where are you?
He turns around and sees Jack standing there. This startles Teddy a bit.
Teddy Garrett: I told you not to sneak up on me.
“Hungry” Jack Swanson: I don't think stealth is in my repertoire. So what are you yelling about?
Teddy Garrett: I got you a match!
“Hungry” Jack Swanson: That didn't take long. How? Where?
Teddy Garrett: It was easier than I thought it would be. You know that place you told me about? Pure Amusement Wrestling? Well I showed them some of your photos you use to get acting jobs and they were interested.
“Hungry” Jack Swanson: They know I have never wrestled right?
Teddy Garrett: I told them. They are giving you a shot based on your look alone.
“Hungry” Jack Swanson: Good work Teddy! I can't believe it! I'm going to be part of their show for all the world to see.
Teddy Garrett: Not exactly...
This brings a confused look to Jack's face.
“Hungry” Jack Swanson: I thought you said...
Teddy Garrett: I said I got you a match. It's called a dark match. I guess it won't be televised or part of their taped show or whatever.
“Hungry” Jack Swanson: I know what it is...
Teddy Garrett: You sound disappointed.
“Hungry” Jack Swanson: Not disappointed. I'm happy. I was just hoping for more.
Teddy Garrett: I think we've already gotten more than we could have asked for.
“Hungry” Jack Swanson: You're right. Baby steps right?
Teddy Garrett: Exactly! So what now?
“Hungry” Jack Swanson: I guess I'm going to need some wrestling attire, maybe a trainer, I don't know. I'm sure you will figure it out.
Teddy Garrett: Of course...
That's what Teddy is there for after all isn't it?
It looks like this is really going to happen. I honestly didn't think it would happen so soon. I'd like to think I'm ready but I've never done this before. I've fought plenty, but this is a whole new ball game. This is the next level, the big time. It might not be a televised match but I don't care. All of the fans in attendance will get to see my wrestling debut. If it goes well they will have something to tell their friends about. If it doesn't? I don't want to think about that. I have to stay positive. I have to believe that I can get the job done.
I might not have any matches under my belt, but I'm obviously no stranger to competition. I live to compete. I'm just going to look at this from a standpoint I do know. The competitive eating world isn't all big fat guys like me. Oh, don't get me wrong, there are plenty of us, but we come in all shapes and sizes. The same can be said for wrestlers. I know they aren't all the same. The whole name of the game is to stand out. You want people to remember you. If you can't differentiate yourself enough you will find yourself wallowing at the bottom. The only bottom I want to see if the bottom of a pie pan.
I don't think I will have those issues. No one is going to confuse me for your run of the mill wrestlers. I don't know who I might come up against in my first match. It could be anyone who isn't in the title tournament. I just need to be ready for anything. I have no experience but look at me. I'm pretty sure there will be no one who can match my size. I know I said wrestlers come in all shapes and sizes but I must point out. I think in this case size does matter. I don't care who enters the ring against me, be it man or woman. I'm not going to let anything stand in my way. Who knows, once everyone sees that I'm joining the match, they might not even bother to show up. |
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