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Post by Josh Duncan on Jan 6, 2015 11:51:28 GMT -6
1 RP Max. 300 word minimum. Deadline is January 18th at 11:59 PM Eastern.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2015 18:41:55 GMT -6
~-= Clay is not my Forté =-~The problem with wrestling against a fan favourite when you yourself are a fan favourite, is what do you do? Just keep on as if they're just another opponent? That might be the sensible decision, but not a terribly sociable one. Hold back and play nice? That might be the sociable decision, but you don't win matches by making friends. Well, I guess you technically could, but nah. When on one side of the field there's an eccentric charmer with a penchant for coming off as condescending, and across from him is a wild man who most assuredly won't take kindly at being talked down to, intentionally or not. As long as the fans know where each guy stands with THEM, they ought to understand that "Perfectly Sane" Maxwell Schneider's going to have to knock a few vowels out of "Th Bnvlnc" Cl(y) Frt's name. The "Y" is bracketed because it's only sometimes knocked out.
Randall Jobbs, normally a PWP Ring Announcer, is out of her environment backstage away from the crowds, as she stands there in front of an expectant camera. Well, to clarify, the cameraman is expectant; inanimate objects can't look expectantly unless they've been anthropomorphized, and this camera hasn't. Oh my God... "Umm, ladies and gentleman, I'm backstage here at the Bartow Arena in Birmingham, Alabama, the home of PWP 14 in 25 days. I've... been asked to deviate from my usual duties in order to introduce you all to my guest this afternoon."Who's this "all" she speaks of? That depends on the reach of this modest video, I guess. "Please welcome- err..."Stuck in Ring Announcer mode, she flinches as she momentarily collects her thoughts and instead says, "New to the Professional Wrestling Project... The #1 Hit-Maker and the opponent for fellow newcomer "The Benevolence" Clay Forte... 'Perfectly Sane' Maxwell Schneider- ack!!"Randall shrieks as all of a sudden a mammoth of a man bursts onto the scene, swinging an unknown title belt over his head as he does. Rushing behind him, trying to get him under control, is a smaller yet stocky man dressed in a suit and wearing shades. "God dammit, Schneider, you almost hit her! Settle yourself!" the man clearly the monster's handler barks out. He snatches the title from the beast's hands, who immediately stops on a dime, looking like a baby who just had his pacifier taken away from him mixed with a dog having its food bowl yanked away from its maw. But one look from lowered shades is all it takes (miraculously) for the bigger man to know: play time was over... for NOW. Johnny shakes his head and sighs, a typical aftermath reaction when it comes to dealing with The Portland Madman. He turns to Randall and shrugs, "You'll have to excuse Maxwell; he's a bit excited to be in a new place. New frontiers! New opponents! He's utterly overwhelmed."Randall, already over it, responds, "Totally understandable, no harm, no foul. But I have to ask, what's the story with that belt? It's not an official PWP title.""Very observant! Very observant!" Johnny says in a courteous way with a twist of sarcasm. "THIS... THIS is my man Schneider's PERSONAL belt: The Brass Knuckles Championship!"A closeup shot of the stylized title is shown:
"Official, unofficial, they're just buzzwords, Randy Bobandy! The Brass Knuckles Champion doesn't represent elitism, rather, it represents a lifestyle choice seldom few in this business actively approach! My man Schneider is the PARAGON, the EXEMPLAR, the ARCHETYPE of the hardcore scene! Call it 'garbage wrestling' if you will, but you can't DENY that it's a tried, tested and true aspect of this bidniz! Maxwell Schneider isn't a hardcore wrestler - he IS hardcore wrestling!"Words can't convey how so very well Randall understands the situation, which makes her that much more uncomfortable, amplified with Schneider's reanimation as The Johnny waxes poetic on the virtues of ultraviolence. She tries to veer the conversation towards what will matter most in just over three weeks. "Which, I'm sorry to say, is unfortunate, seeing as how your match isn't under ANY special rules. Do you feel that that gives the advantage to the more wrestling-savvy Clay Forte?"Johnny whips off his shades, looking appalled at Randall's question. "Randall... it's high time I make ONE THING... PERFECTLY CLEAR! My man Schnei-"And all of a sudden, the big man shoves his manager out of the way, shouting, "NO! IIIII wanna talk now!"Johnny just holds out his hands as if to say "What the Hell?", but opts to relent to the unstable hulk. "Now lady, I don't know you, you don't know me, I don't know this FOR-TAY character, and he as SURE as Hell don't know no Maxie Schneider! And that's just fiiiiine with ME! We're gonna have some FUN out there! Pee Double-You Pee ain't seen NUTHIN' yet, not until they hear that good ol' 'Bad to the Bone' tune play, followed by me stormin' that battlefield, armed to the teeth, makin' it RAIN all sortsa crap inside those four posts! And if this FOR-TAY guy survives the PRE-show, then we're gonna have a JOLLY old time hurting each other during the main course! I look FORWARD to it! I hope he makes me bleed, and if he DOES, I'll give him somethin' ta bleed about TOO! And I hope he REALLY hurts me, because then I'll give him something ta hurt about TOO! And Miss Jobbs, ohhhhh, li'l Miss Jobbs, if this Southern gentleman happens to FORGET himself and KILLS me, why, I'll invite that TOO! KILL ME, FORTE, KILL ME!!!"Johnny tries to wrestle the mic from Schneider's hands as he goes further out of control. Randall doesn't quite know what to make of this whole situation, but decides to back up off-camera where it's... well... not so much safe as it is not right next to a wily-eyed, woolly-haired malfunctioning behemoth. Johnny calms Schneider down by stroking his hair and allowing him the honour of holding onto his special title belt once more. Johnny sees that the camera's still on and holds up a hand, "Cut! Cut! We're done here! We'll see Clay Forte January 31st, that's all that needs to be said about THAT! Sorry, Randall."And with that, the scene finally comes to an end, with a closeup of Schneider babbling quietly to himself. THE END.
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