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Post by Action Reel on Sept 21, 2021 1:31:29 GMT -5
Hardcore Championship Kazim Meunier vs Johnny Bacchus(c)
RULES: Three roleplays in this thread at 500 words hard cap. CD, Shoot, Anything you want. You can respond-shoot too, its encouraged! All roleplays to be in HERE.
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Post by Johnny Bacchus on Sept 21, 2021 16:43:06 GMT -5
It's good to see you again, Kazim. I mean that genuinely and with no condescension – I was a big fan of your time on the Search. I even liked when you turned dipshit into shit-dip and managed to spin a dismissive one-liner into the most compelling performance to come out of anyone's mouth that week. Real recognize real, Kazim: you've got my respect. And my respect is gonna come in the form of a no-holds ass-whopping and the first roadblock to your career.
I may be dyed red, but I ain't Francois Hollande when it comes to this ring: I don't bend, break, or budge, and I deliver every on promise I make. My reign's value is higher than a Romanee-Conti monopole – I blow through competitors like the Mistral – bottle you up young like a Nouveau Beaujolais – slap you around this ring longer than the Tour de France – and lay you out with a kick like Dijon. This is all surface level, but when it comes to the quality, my stereo type won't be cheap like a Crosley. Every. Match. Is Grand Cru Toon World, vintage 1998. I'll pour you a taste of the red with that Louboutin to the mouth. But this is all simply slap boxing. Pardon me for showboating – I ain't had a chance to talk my shit in a hot second.
I said I wasn't going to take you lightly. You're also just shy of 88.5 kilograms, so you're not light anyway. I see your speed – I respect your cunning. You can put up the whacky façade, but then we're just the meme of Spiderman pointing at Spiderman. You don't win something like the Search being a dipshit; I see you, my man. But now's the time to put it all into practice. It's time to answer the question on everyone's minds: is Kaz for real, or did raw talent and shitposting sensibilities allow him to hoodwink and hijinks his way to victory? And – this is where it gets important – when Kazim Meunier loses to Johnny Bacchus, where does he go from here? Truthfully, I think this whole thing's a raw deal for you. Again, I'm not saying this to be a smug smart alleck or sanctimonious; I genuinely don't take any pleasure in having to go all-out on a cool young star with a promising start in his first match between the ropes on Monday Night Clash. When we square up, it's gonna be all war and no love – that's not because I want to but because I have to. I'm honored you wanted to step to me over Lissie. You'll get my honor. And you'll get a loss. I was just in Paris, and it's a lovely city. Maybe next time, I'll give you a holler to show me around. But at Clash? I'm gonna dogwalk your ass up Montmartre and down again. Is it absurd? Sure. But I must imagine Kazim Meunier happy.
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Post by Johnny Bacchus on Sept 25, 2021 23:05:18 GMT -5
Well, this has been something, Kaz. I won’t lie to you – I’m a little disappointed. When I won the Pure Title back in February, I swore that I’d go nothing but hard, and when I merged it with the Hardcore Title, I promised the same. If you count that merger as one continuous reign, I’m the third longest reigning champion in Action Wrestling history, and after Execution, I’ll be spitting distance from second. I’ve had my doubters and haters; there’s assuredly some people in the back who hope you finally shut me up. But you wanna know why that’s not gonna happen?
I don’t hesitate.
My whole career up until this point and after has been a test of my reaction and my improvisation. I’ve taken my licks, and I’ve been put on the ropes. Yet, time and time again, I can always reverse fortune. I have proven that even on the back foot, I can right the ship and turn the tables. People can wave their championship numbers, but I got one that matters more than any of them: this one right here. Some day someone’s gonna finally come along and knock me down, but I think we both know it ain’t you.
It’s been almost a week, Kazim. And I’ve heard nothing from you. I think you’re scared. Either that or you’re sitting in the pocket and scheming. This ain’t the place for scheming. Any other division, and you’d be good. But not in Too. World, baby.
I hope you understand, my back is against the wall. I got all eyes in the company on me – all cameras – all bets placed. I have no choice but to go through you like ipecac; there’s too much at stake. I’ve got a whole wing full of masked, suited goons waiting on baited breath for me to be too distracted and choke against you. You won the Search, and this is the fight of your budding career – this is the fight of my fucking life, just like every fight before and every fight afterward. I can’t afford to be lethargic – I can’t afford to take my foot of the gas. And I’ll kiss Jay Mac on the forehead and ask him to forgive me before I wipe you out and snuff his newest candle before it had a chance to burn.
You can’t make an omelette without breaking a few eggs. You’re not gonna see a Johnny Bacchus who went to that dark, ugly place against Max – but you’re going to get the Johnny Bacchus who can’t afford to and won’t lose. Pasternak can line up all the people he wants along the way, but I’ll lay out each and every one of you along the way. And I won’t lose a second towards pursuing my larger goal, the Hardcore Title on my shoulder the entire time. I’m just sad the Search only found a guy for me to put down.
See you Monday.
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Post by Kazim Meunier on Sept 26, 2021 8:25:46 GMT -5
"In order to be irreplaceable one must always be different" ~ Coco Chanel
Better to show up late to the party, than not at all.
Kazim Meunier had just finished a workout, and completed a cool down.
Conditioning is important, I'm still new to wrestling in America. Most of my opponents will have more experience than me. So I have to play to my strengths.
Speed and desire
Some might say Monsieur Bacchus has been nothing short of perfect. For almost half a year with a combined reign of being the last Pure Champion and now Hardcore Champion, they've lined up challenger after challenger, and he's knocked them all down.
Kazim applauded.
No one is perfect. It's a lie, it's fake, and it's dangerous. Yes Monsieur Bacchus has been remarkable since he arrived in Action Wrestling, a true enigma and irreplaceable force, but I can beat him.
Now of course, everyone else who faced Monsieur Bacchus for the title had the same thought, and they ended up with egg on their face, so what makes me different?
He took a dramatic pause.
Nothing is perfect in this world. I am perfectly imperfect, and that is perfectly all right.
A short while later, we hear the sound of a dialtone. The receiver clicks, as a woman answers.
Bonjour?
Kazim responds.
Bonjour Mama? Est-ce que vous enracinez pour Johnny Bacchus.
He asked his mother if she roots for Johnny Bacchus.
Oh la merde? bien sûr.
There wasn't a literal translation for shithead, in summary she said yes.
Sacré bleu!
Kazim couldn't believe it. He disconnected the phonecall.
Monsieur Bacchus has done something to my mother. She normally has my back. He doesn't even have any va va voom.
Google 'va va voom' for it's meaning.
I have been waiting for this moment for a long time. In only my third wrestling match in America, I've been thrown in the deep end. You're a different kettle of fish here in Action Wrestling, in an ocean full of sharks.
Superlative, metaphors and jokes aside, you've been keeping it hardcore since day one. But tell me Monsieur, Ain't it hard keepin' it so hardcore?
He winked.
I have a lot to learn, as I'm student still learning to perfect my craft and hone my skills in the wrestling ring. With hardcore rules in effect, that gives me a perfect opportunity to learn yet again. I don't care who you are, or how well you maintain yourself, getting smacked repeatedly with weapons and going through ultraviolent situations in hardcore matches, that has its effect on your body.
I don't have to out wrestle you or be better than you. I just need to survive and out last you. Truth is I don't know yet what I'm truly capable of, and the best is yet to come. That's a danger for you. One thing is for sure though, I'm going to give you everything I got. For Liberté, égalité, fraternité!
Victory salute.
VIVE LA FRANCE!
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Post by Johnny Bacchus on Sept 26, 2021 10:44:15 GMT -5
This was not something Johnny Bacchus was used to or ready for. Nonetheless, his poker face remained cool, and his head remained collected. There was no choice – this was going to be a big night. Evidently, the press had agreed, as when Johnny had parked his car at the Target Center and began crossing the parking lot, they descended on him like falcons.
The flash of bulbs blinked like eyes, as four voices rose in dissonant choir, microphones extended from their hands before his face. The chaos followed him like a haze, and Johnny quickly discovered that attempting to walk through them would not grant simple salvation, as they matched his step. Through the cacophony, he could pick apart the individual questions:
“Mister Bacchus, Lissie Hope issued a challenge you’ve still yet to answer – should you retain tonight, do you accept?”
“ChampMode, since the disappearance of Mae Ashby, there’s been rumors of dalliances with AW co-workers Olive Adler, Kat Hastings, and of course Miss Adelaide Ainsworth. Do you have any comment?”
“Mr. Bacchus, what about the allegations leveled by Max Daemon that you’ve been having an extended affair with supposed adversary Lissie Hope? Is there any truth to these allegations?”
“Johnny, in the past weeks you’ve leveled some fairly serious accusations against Philidor Holdings – are you aware that these could constitute libel and are you willing to face legal consequences should they pursue them?”
“Mister Bacchus, the world wants to know: are you the father of Adelaide Ainsworth’s baby?”
The last question gave Johnny pause, mentally and physically. After a moment to consider his response, he offered a scoff and a roll of the eyes obscured by his sunglasses. He’s thankfully reached the door to the arena, and he found sanctuary from the lights and reporters through the portal. Inside there was little warmth.
It was a chilly environment as he made his way through the hall, one which couldn’t be explained by the autumnal Minnesota temperature. The enthusiasm of his fellows for his presence had seemed to fade in the preceding weeks. A growing discontent with his antics and brashness? The news and suspicions surrounding Addy’s pregnancy and his relation to her? Or was it the task at hand? He’s spent the past couple weeks trying to kick a hornets nest, and now it was kicked.
Perhaps they were scared.
None of this mattered in the now; there was a title to defend. In his gym bag, the gold plate felt unusually heavy. Most weeks, it had felt light as air, but now? It was his weight to carry. And carry it he would, no matter how long and far, nor through what obstacles. All for her.
It was unfortunate that Kazim had to have his shot in the midst of this business, but it was unavoidable. The kid would recover, but Johnny knew he couldn’t. There was far too much at stake.
He understood what he had to do. He was ready.
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Post by Kazim Meunier on Sept 26, 2021 11:07:13 GMT -5
"Johnny is going to do the same he's been doing all year. Lace up them boots, and he's going to school Kazim down and win. Easy match for Johnny. Like a walk in the park"
"Kazim doesn't stand a hope in hell even if he was the last man on earth and had to fight his own shadow. Johnny for the win all day! And Still HARDCORE Champion!"
"Johnny Bacchus is too big for Kazim. Kazim doesn't want this match as much as he says he wants it. It's going to be a Massacre by Johnny."
These were just a few select quotes from experts with brutal cutthroat predictions for the Hardcore Championship match this week at Clash. Johnny Bacchus is the measuring stick, who elevates people, and gets the best matches out of everyone. As far as the Hardcore division goes, it was still Johnny who everyone compared themselves too. Kazim beating Johnny and winning the Hardcore Championship to a lot of people was some sort of wild thought:
- Giants over Patriots in '06 - Leicester City winning the EPL in '16 - Fury KO'ing Wilder in '20 - Raducanu winning the US Open in '21 - NC State over Clemson, and Usyk over Joshua LAST NIGHT!
Sport is full of upsets. We can make all the predictions of what we think will happen, but deep down we know, the underdog always has a chance, even if it is a slim one. Wrestling is no exception
Yuehan Thomas Live on iQIYI Sports, a Chinese media platform was a copycat of John Thomas Live On Fox Sports. Intellectual property and copyright were protected in China, which meant bootleg brands and personalities could get away with ripping off their international counterparts. The scene shows a snippet of Yuehan's show.
Historically, the perception of the French is that they're weak and that they surrender easily. Hardly traits that you want to embrace. America, on the other hand, is considered a tough country, very strong and capable. Kind of like the matchup we have between AW's Hardcore Champion Johnny Bacchus and challenger Kazim Meunier. Don't you agree Kazim?
Somehow Yuehan had got Kazim on the show via satellite.
Bonjour Monsieur. That perception is ridiculous. A lot of my fellow competitors thought this during The Search competition. I proved the total opposite though as I did not surrender. To answer your question, I disagree. Regardless of what nation we come from, you put in the work, it pays off. Facing Monsieur Bacchus is going to be great, but I don't want it just be great, I plan on winning. This whole upset and underdog term is so American. I am happy, and I do not go under any dogs, I'm allergic.
I'm fully immune to what happens in a ring though, add in that it's hardcore rules, I get to show my street smarts from the 20th arrondissement of Paris. From Paris with love, going to French kiss Johnny to defeat!
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Post by Kazim Meunier on Sept 26, 2021 12:41:36 GMT -5
Ahead of Clash, today Minneapolis was buzzing for the arrival of the Seattle Seahawks. The Seahawks were the clear favorite heading in to the match, but on Any Given Sunday, the Vikings had every chance of beating Russell Wilson and company.
Part of that was down to the Minneapolis Vikings fighting spirit. Embodied by the chant "Skol" which is used as a rallying chant during games by Vikings Fan. While definitive historical proof is lacking, many believe that the original Vikings (not the football team) used the word skol to say “cheers!” To their enemies, they were fearsome and merciless. However, within their ranks, they were unified with a common purpose: to fight with courage and vanquish their opponents.
Embracing this "skol" credo, was Kazim Meunier. He was at the tailgate party in the car park of U.S. Bank Stadium, amongst the Vikings fan.
In France, we have The Adventures of Asterix, a comic series about Gaulish warriors. Asterix and his friend Obelix, are loosely based on the origins of Vikings. So when you the people of Minnesota, get excited for this game against Seattle tonight. I join in this comradery, with two words you love to say!
He held up two fingers.
SKOL, VIKINGS!
The crowd in the car park let out a huge cheer.
Just as I show you support, I hope you can all show support at the Target Center tomorrow night, for myself. For your energy and passion, will help to lift me, and push me when the going gets tough and the pressure is on. Just like you do every game inside the U.S. Bank Stadium, when you face third and long, require a game winning field goal or need a big stop on defence.
The crowd didn't know who Kazim was, they were also pretty hammered, so they showed their support by letting out another "SKOL, VIKINGS!" chant.
I was told earlier this week that shoot is encouraged. I don't plan on getting involved in a old western duel.
No kill anybody with guns, that's stupid. No do as you say in America... a clap back? I clap forward.
He clapped to demonstrate.
I rise above hate. It's just not my style. It would be easy to go for the low hanging fruit, but I choose to be better than that. Now I know Johnny had some things to say about me, but that's ok. He can do all the talking he wants. I'll do my damage and hit him where it hurts him the most, by doing my talking where it really matters, in the ring!
If that brings a championship my way by the end of the night. Fantastic. If it doesn't? No problem, I'll keep pressing on regardless because no one moved forward standing stall.
He then finished quoting Napoleon in French
N'interrompez jamais votre ennemi quand il fait une erreur.
Never interrupt your enemy when he is making a mistake.
One mistake from Johnny, and Kazim would pounce.
SKOL, VIKINGS!
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