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Post by brunofalcone on May 19, 2011 13:05:12 GMT -5
You two rp here.
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Post by Rob Winter on May 24, 2011 11:39:19 GMT -5
[Our scene begins in an empty arena, the site of the upcoming Thunder event. In the ring, already constructed and ready for the GWA gladiators to do battle sits Rob Winter in a steel folding chair. He is wearing a black suit with a light blue shirt underneath, the first three buttons undone, his hair pulled back into a ponytail. Over his shoulder is the GWA Television Championship. The camera zooms in just in time for Winter, whose head is downcast, to sigh loudly. Slowly, he looks up, frustration evident in his eyes.]
Winter: Throughout my life, it's always the same thing. Here I am, the most naturally gifted man in all of professional wrestling. The best athlete the GWA has ever produced. The holder of the most prestigious and sought after championship in the business...
[Winter shakes his head solemnly.]
Winter: And, yet, I am once again being held down by some other wanker's mediocrity!
[Winter stands, grabbing the chair as he does so. And then, he throws it out of the ring.]
Winter: Lex Future? Who in blazes ARE you?! Is it not enough that I trounced you last week? You and that so-called Hall of Famer, Mr. Whats-his-name! If you couldn't get the job done then, why in the bloody hell would you even begin to think you can do it this week?
[The camera pans out a bit as Rob begins walking about the ring.]
Winter: Fans of the GWA, my fans... Imagine this. Your beloved hero, proving week after WEEK that he has no equal! Week after week, he goes fearlessly into battle and revels in glorious triumph! And then...
[He stops and looks sourly into the camera.]
Winter: And then some talentless wanker, whom your hero has already cut through like the Buzzsaw that he is, begs... BEGS, on his hands and knees for another shot.
[Rob's voice becomes very nasal.]
Winter: "Pleasepleaseplease give me another shot! I know I'll lose but at least I'll look good by losing to the greatest man to ever step into a wrestling ring, Mr. Winter!"
[Rob exhales and pauses before continuing, his voice back to normal.]
Winter: It's all very pathetic, if you ask me. The GWA management didn't. But they should have. Mr. Future, you were only given another shot at my title because the powers that be felt sorry for you. I, however, do not. If it were up to me, after your embarrassing defeat last week... when I trounced you mercilessly... when you cried out for mercy... you would have been thrown into the dumpster like all the other garbage found in this God forsaken country.
[Rob looks lovingly at the title over his shoulder, then back to the camera.]
Winter: Make no mistake, Mr. Future. I'll face you again. I'll defeat you again. But, know... KNOW... that you have done nothing to earn this opportunity. You've impressed no one, most importantly ME! So, after I beat you AGAIN on Thunder, do kindly bugger off.
[Rob looks again to his title.]
Winter: You see, Mr. Future, this championship has never been more at home than it is with me. I AM television! I AM ratings! I am bringing Thunder, and indeed, the entire GWA to true global dominance! This is my world, Mr. Future.. And you do NOT... belong in it!
[Rob sighs once more as he looks into the camera. There is a long pause before he finally smiles.]
Winter: On a much brighter note, I would like my adoring legion of fans to know that, while I will be facing a most inferior challenger, your champion will be in top form as always come Thunder. And I will, as I always do, steal the show!
[Rob clears his throat before continuing.]
Winter: Now, I've grown quite bored of this. I've got much better things to do with my time than give any more thought to such a rubbish ham-and-egger as bloody Lex Future. Now, bugger off.
[Rob stares hard into the camera before it fades to black.]
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Post by Rob Winter on May 25, 2011 20:34:11 GMT -5
[Our scene begins in the locker room of the current television champ, Rob Winter. He is sitting on a bench, black singleton and boots on, clearly ready for his match. His TV title is sitting beside him, folded neatly. A white towel is draped over his shoulders, long hair damp. He looks into the camera, a pleasant smile on his face.]
Winter: Well, well, well, here we are. The night of the big show, and I'm beginning to wonder if my opponent is even going to show up. Is he scared, perhaps? I certainly wouldn't blame him. After all, if I were anyone else and had to face such as a specimen as Rob Winter, I'd have second thoughts about showing up as well.
[Rob leans back comfortably, confidently against the locker behind him. He let's out a relaxed sigh.]
Winter: It's a shame, though, really. Here I was, ready to bring my A game. Ready to put on a performance the likes of which the GWA has never seen. Ready to be the envy of every other so-called wrestler in the GWA today. Ready to show the world what athleticism, excellence, skill, and absolute perfection truly is. Now, it saddens me to say that I might not have that chance.
[Winter chuckles lightly to himself.]
Winter: It's rather ironic, isn't it? Only yesterday, I was angered by the fact that I would have to defend my television championship, THE most coveted, THE most prestigious title in the world today, against an inferior opponent. A man I've already laid waste to. A man who I knew to be a joke. Talentless. Uncharismatic. Inept. Dim-witted. Worthless. Smelly. In a word, rubbish. But I never thought you to be a coward, Mr. Future.
[Rob leans forward, glowering into the camera.]
Winter: You've disrespected me, Future. You haven't even acknowledged this incredible opportunity you have? An opportunity which you haven't earned, I might add. This could have been the defining moment of your career... the day you were defeated by the greatest wrestler in all the world, in all of history, one on one, man to... a much lesser man.
[Winter shrugs and pauses thoughtfully for a moment.]
Winter: Then again, you may be wiser than I at first took you for. You've avoided me thus far. I can only imagine it's because you can't get that trashing I gave you last week out of your head. I was hard on you, wasn't I? Poor bloke. Just trying to make a name for yourself, and then regretfully, your career is stopped short because Levi Russel, the giving man that he is, decides to give you a shot at the television title in your debut match.
[Rob smirks before continuing.]
Winter: It's a bleeding shame that it had to be against me, eh? Yes, I don't blame you for hiding from me. But know this, Lexy-boy, IF you do decide to show your wretched face, I will be stomping a hole in it deep enough to use your head as toilet. Not because I necessarily dislike you. Not simply because I can, although... I can. But because you have disrespected me, Future. I hate that you have made such a dire mistake so early in your young career. I'll take no real pleasure in ending your career tonight. It's just a matter of principle, my boy.
[Rob smiles again, mood visibly lightening.]
Winter: A word of advice, friend. Don't show up. Move on. There are plenty of chaps you might stand a chance against on Thunder. Namely, anyone other than me. Take a vacation. Come back fresh next week and start at the bottom where you belong, rather than getting trounced by the most exhilarating performer to ever step into a ring week in and week out. You owe it to your loved ones, Mr. Future. Think about that. No one wants to support a crippled ex-wrestler with no other discerning talent to fall back on for the rest of their lives. Don't do that to your family, Lex. I realize your father was something of a scumbag. I realize your mother was an enabler. Yes, I saw the whole True Hollywood Story or whatever that rubbish vignette was. It was designed to generate sympathy, wasn't it, Lexy-boy? It might have worked with some of the GWA's bleeding hearts out there, but not with me. I have no pity for a sniveling little mutt like you.
[Rob stands up and tosses aside the towel from his shoulders. He reaches back and grabs a black t-shirt adorned with skulls and Union Jacks, sliding it on.]
Winter: Maybe I'll see you tonight, maybe I won't. Frankly, I'm counting on the latter. Regardless, Lex, one last warning to you. This is MY world, and you... do NOT... belong in it!
[Rob Winter grabs his championship and secures it about his waist. He exits the locker room as the scene fades to black.]
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