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Post by Josh Duncan on Jan 6, 2015 11:51:59 GMT -6
1 RP Max. 300 word minimum. Deadline is January 18th at 11:59 PM Eastern.
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Post by scarlettbandit on Jan 18, 2015 22:33:55 GMT -6
Prologue At Malcolm's hotel room, he is having a phone call with a man, who wishes to show him enlightenment. A like individual, whom has similar philosophies to life, that has experience with making stars come to be. Seated on the bed beside the phone, Malcolm tells his partner about his previous trainer.Malcolm Xaba "Pro Wrestling's Salvation"
"I don't know what it is about her. Ever since I went underneath Fortin's wing, my luck has run extremely thin." Dr. Uman Navarro
"Do not worry about her. She is doing nothing but holding you back. After all, only kings can truly understand one another."The older man stated on the other end of the line. He spoke with an almost regal voice, while coaching his potential protege.Dr. Uman Navarro
“Malcolm, I can clearly see that being under the tutelage of a woman like her has done you absolutely no favors. Under her wing, you are suffocated. Unable to branch out, and deliver on the promises you had set out to do.”
Malcolm Xaba “Pro Wrestling’s Salvation”
“Absolutely, Dr. Navarro. If you were to see what she is doing, you would consider it madness! Rehabilitating a convict to wrestle?! Constantly re-establishing holds I know already, just to make up for her absolute worthlessness as a trainer, and forcing me to fight against that animal?! This is insanity! I wonder what I did in a past life to deserve this kind of torment…”
He whines, while, in the absolute truth of the matter, she has been fair to him. But, his attitude refuses to see that he isn’t God’s gift to the world. He blames his losses on her, but slacks off in training all the time. Dr. Uman Navarro
“What it sounds like you need, Malcolm, is an equal. A person that can match wits with you, as well as being able to work on a similar wavelength. I know of Fortin’s backstory all too well. She uses her life as an orphan like a crutch. I, myself, was deprived of family as well. However, unlike her, I used my time to study, and better myself, instead of living like a cur like this Achilles that you speak of.”
Malcolm Xaba “Pro Wrestling’s Salvation”
“A man of his status does not deserve the name of a hero of old. He is a mockery to the sport, and she is no better. This is why I called, Dr. Navarro… I need your services.”
There was a short pause on the opposite end of the line, while the good doctor was contemplating on his request. Shortly, there was a lone reply as he agreed to assist him.{color=brown]Dr. Uman Navarro “I shall assist you in your endeavor, Malcolm. However, we must find others like us. Their numerical advantage is too large to overlook. I shall meet you briefly, so we may discuss business. Meet me at town hall at noon. Any later, and I will assume you’ve solved your problems alone. I shall rid you of the chains which shackle your ideas, and you will help achieve our own personal empire…” Malcolm Xaba “Pro Wrestling’s Salvation”
“I will be punctual, Dr. Navarro. I thank you for your assistance.”
He said, hanging up the phone, as the deal was made. With a like-minded individual, Malcolm was one step closer to the success he desired. The time would soon come for him to reach the summit of PWP.
Backstage
As Malcolm began to speak about his opponent for the night, he was dressed with white tights, and a matching jacket while donning sunglasses, to accent his Bono-inspired look. He speaks boldly, and proudly while addressing his opponent tonight.
Malcolm Xaba "Pro Wrestling's Salvation"
"I will never understand you people... it's like you would rather be stupid, just because it's more convenient."
That statement gathered him some automatic boos, as he insulted the crowds. The South African worn an arrogant sneer on his face as he talked down upon the fanbase.
Malcolm Xaba "Pro Wrestling's Salvation"
"It's like you choose to simply take what is handed out to you, rather than better yourselves, and become greater. I come in, night after night, wanting to teach you how to become better people, yet you spit in my face, and cheer cretins like Achilles."
His name does elicit a minor pop from the crowds, though, not a very large one, due to his lack of exposure. Malcolm looked disgusted by the people within the audience tonight, as he continues to speak.
Malcolm Xaba "Pro Wrestling's Salvation"
"This is what's wrong with you people. You cheer for a man, who obviously is a scab on the face of society, just because he's the type of person your evaporated minds can understand. It is absolutely pitiful! You all know he's been to prison in his life, and you all know he's a neanderthal, with absolutely no help of salvaging from the cesspool of a lifestyle he comes from! There is no cure for him... "
There was a minor pause, as he was adding a hint of dramatic flair before following up with his statement.
Malcolm Xaba "Pro Wrestling's Salvation"
"The only way to treat a virus like Achilles, is to eradicate him. My duty is to wipe him off of the face of God's beautiful planet, and purify it from people like him. That is the only way I can save him, from himself. This is the way it must be. I should feel remorse over this conclusion, but, sadly I do not. This shall be the final sighting of Achilles within PWP, or anywhere else. Mark my words, street rat. This is the dawn of a new empire..."
Malcolm stated, as the cameras faded to black on him, ending his shoot on his opponent before heading back to the action.
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Post by scarlettbandit on Jan 18, 2015 22:56:14 GMT -6
The man known to the masses as Achilles was set to face against his trainer’s other protege, Malcolm Xaba, as a bit of a testing ground match. And even though this would only be his second ever live match, he was still extremely brash and confident in his own abilities. It also didn’t hurt that Malcolm didn’t exactly hold the best record in the sport, either.
Achilles “King of Coney Island”
“This should be a cakewalk, Ang. Why are you worried? It’s not like Malcolm ever listened to you, or could give a rat’s ass about a fight. The simple fact of a matter, is that while he’s talking his twitter bullshit, I’m here learning and fighting every day. You should relax, I finally get to shut his mouth for good.”
Angela Fortin sighed, her hand moving to rub the bridge of her nose. As talented as Achilles was, his opinion of himself was far higher than it rightfully should have been, and it wore on her to no end.
Angela Fortin “The Pit Viper”
“Why am I worried? Oh, I don't know... Couldn't possibly be the fact that you're so convinced of your own superiority that it’s inevitably going to bite you in the ass. And it’ll probably sooner rather than later… Or, it could be the fact that in the course of making yourself look like an asshole, you'll go ahead and make me look like one right along with you. Top that with the fact you'll be giving Malcolm Xaba of all people bragging rights? I'd say I've got plenty on my plate here to be concerned about.”
Achilles holds his hands up a bit, trying to calm down the inner Latina spitfire that Angela is, and defend himself while speaking about her other protege at the same time.
Achilles “King of Coney Island”
“Whoa, whoa… Even though I kinda like you when you’re mad… now’s not the time. I know you wanted this to teach us both at the same time. But, he’s made it personal. So what about what’s I’ve done in the past, or how I’ve lived? Does that make him better than me? No way. He’s just some wimp who reads too much, like the nerdy kid in grade school that would get a wedgie on the tetherball pole. Relax… There’s no way I’m letting him win tonight.”
Angela shook her head, pacing a little bit as she did her level best to keep her patience in check.
Angela Fortin
"The Pit Viper"
“No. No, it doesn't make him 'better' than you. But thats not the point. I've seen guys a Hell of a lot worse than Malcolm beat guys a Hell of a lot better than you. And do you know how it happened? Whether it was a fluke roll up, a cheap shot, whatever...the common thread was the guy who was so much 'better'? He completely underestimated the man he was in the ring with. All the talent and skill in the world doesn't mean shit if you leave the right opening at the wrong time. And if you go into this match the way you are right now...underestimating Malcolm Xaba...all its gonna take is you letting that one moment slip for this whole thing to fall apart. I don't care how much better you think you are...you don't let up, no matter what, if you want to get anywhere in this business. And that's a fact.”
Angela was correct about the strategy, and while coming off as a bit ruthless, she knows Malcolm’s strategies like the back of her hand… After all, she did teach him a fair bit of his current arsenal. Rubbing the back of his head, Achilles was browbeaten a bit, and replied to her.
Achilles “King of Coney Island”
“Well… I guess that’s the best way to put it. Malcolm’s like a cockroach… not to mention, he kinda resembles one a little bit.”
That comment make Angela chuckle a little bit, despite her hardass demeanor.
Achilles “King of Coney Island”
“If I give him the chance, he will take advantage. It’s the only way a worm like him could ever win a match to begin with. You’re right, though… I’ll just keep this as simple as possible, and bash his brains in.”
He stated, definately not admitting to being anything of a wordsmith at all. Angela did nod a bit, as he was at least listening to her advice, unlike her other protege.
Angela Fortin
"The Pit Viper"
That's more like it. You keep the pressure on him, don't let up...and keep your head on a swivel no matter what goes down, and I guarantee you, you've got this nailed flat. Stomp out the roach, like you said...and maybe, just maybe, you'll be on the way to being half as good as you think you are.
Achilles “King of Coney Island”
“Well, Ang, that’s because you haven’t let me show you where I’m best at…”
He laughed a bit, as he was licking his lips. Angela shakes her head, shrugging off his perverted advances, before exiting the gym they had been training at.
Angela Fortin “The Pit Viper”
“Just get out there and fight… Do what you’ve gotta do, and make certain to watch your 6. He will be more than happy to fight dirty.”
She said, leaving the room and muttering to herself at how much of a perv that he is, all the while he’s checking her out before looking back towards the speed bag, and talking to it, as if it were Malcolm Xaba himself.
Achilles “King of Coney Island”
“You can talk the talk all you want, Malcolm. You can say that spiel about how you’re God’s gift to wrestling… But, I’m gonna warn you, kid. Your soul better belong to Jesus. Because your ass belongs to me.”
He said, before hitting a big left hook on the speed bag, as the camera abruptly fades to black on impact for a dramatic effect. This match would be for bragging rights, and more importantly a first win for whomever managed to walk out victorious. Malcolm may bring an advantage with his wits. But Achilles will show that brawn has it’s place, too.
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