Post by Roman Gunn on Jan 25, 2024 23:59:25 GMT -5
Once upon a time in the vibrant world of professional wrestling, there was a seasoned and well-respected Jewish talent scout named Tobias Hoffman. Hoffman had spent decades in the industry, discovering hidden gems and nurturing young talent. One day, he stumbled upon a charismatic and athletically gifted young man named Roman Gunn the heart of the independent wrestling circuit.
Roman Gunn, a passionate and determined wrestler, had been making waves in smaller promotions but had yet to break into the mainstream. Hoffman saw something special in Roman—a unique blend of charisma, in-ring prowess, and untapped potential. Intrigued by the prospect of molding a future star, Hoffman decided to take Roman under his wing. Hoffman and Gunn embarked on a journey that would transform both their lives. Hoffman became not only Roman's mentor but also a guiding figure, and his official representation, instilling the values of hard work, dedication, and respect for the craft. Together, they navigated the complexities of the wrestling world, facing triumphs and setbacks alike.
Under Hoffman's guidance, Roman Gunn evolved into a force to be reckoned with inside the squared circle. Hoffman's keen eye for talent and his ability to recognize Gunn's strengths and weaknesses played a pivotal role in crafting a unique wrestling persona. Roman adopted the ring name "Grand Poonbah" paying homage to his Samoan heritage while creating an enigmatic and powerful character. Except, it wasn't a character.. it was REALLY Roman Gunn top to bottom.
As Roman Gunn rose through the ranks, Hoffman's mentorship continued to shape him not just as a wrestler but as a well-rounded performer. Gunn mastered the art of storytelling in the ring, captivating audiences with his moves, mic skills, and an undeniable connection to the fans. Their journey reached its pinnacle when Gunn now recognized as one of the greatest wrestlers of all time, ascended to the top of Action Wrestling. After becoming the longest reigning Champion AW has ever seen, Roman is now facing off against 4 of the top of the top wrestlers in the company and Shadowlove in a Hell in a Cell match at Final Chapter for the World Championship.
The bond between Hoffman and Gunn became legendary in the wrestling world—a story of mentorship, perseverance, and the magic that can happen when a talent scout sees the potential for greatness in a young, undiscovered wrestler. Together, they proved that the right guidance and mentorship could turn dreams into reality, leaving an indelible mark on the annals of professional wrestling history. This Sunday, the Final Chapter in Roman Gunn's story could be him capturing the World Championship.
In the heart of the wrestling arena, the crowd buzzed with anticipation as Roman Gunn, a formidable and outspoken champion, took center stage in the ring. The arena pulsated with energy as the spotlight illuminated Roman, his white glove glistening on a pedestal in the corner of the ring.
With a microphone in hand, Roman Gunn wasted no time in addressing one of his rivals, Shadowlove, whose presence loomed large in the wrestling world. The crowd erupted into cheers and jeers, creating a symphony of anticipation.
"Shadowlove," Roman bellowed, his voice echoing through the arena, "we need to have a little chat. I've been hearing you talk about being the top dog, the cream of the crop, the head honcho in this company. But let me tell you something, my friend, you've got it all wrong."
The audience hushed, hanging on every word as Roman continued to assert his dominance. "You come out here with your fancy moves and your flashy, long entrance, thinking you're the best. But deep down, you know you're not. You know you're not the top wrestler in this company. You're just living in a fantasy, Shadowlove, and it's time someone burst that bubble. It's time someone punched you back to gate-keeping the midcard where you belong."
Roman Gunn paced back and forth, the intensity building with each step. "You lack the guts to admit you're not great. It takes a real man to face the truth. Look around, Shadowlove, these people know greatness when they see it. They know who the true champion will be.. they know WHO the GRAND POOBAH really is!"
The crowd's response was a mix of cheers for Roman and defiant chants from Shadowlove's supporters. Roman locked eyes with the camera, a smirk playing on his lips. "You can put on a show, Shadowlove, but when it comes down to it, you don't have what it takes to be the best. You can keep living in your little fantasy world, or you can step up and face the reality. The reality that in this ring, in this company, I am the standard. I am the top wrestler. And no amount of bravado from you will change that."
The crowd boos as Roman looks around.
"Now, let's talk about Teo Blaze," Roman declared, the crowd's attention shifting to the mention of another prominent name. "Teo, my man, I've got to give you credit for trying to hang with the big boys in the heavyweight division. But let's face it, you're punching way above your weight class, my amigo"
The crowd responded with a mixture of cheers and gasps, intrigued by the sudden call-out. Roman continued, his words dripping with confidence, "Teo, you're a talented guy, no doubt. Quick, agile, all that good stuff. But the heavyweight division? That's a different ball game. It's where the big boys play, and I don't think you've got what it takes to tango with the heavy hitters."
Roman Gunn pointed a finger toward the entrance ramp, as if challenging Teo Blaze to make an appearance. "You're like a cruiserweight lost in the land of giants, Teo. It's time to face reality and drop back down to where you belong. The cruiserweight division might be more your speed. You can dazzle them with your flips and acrobatics, but in the heavyweight division, it's all about power and strength."
Roman grips his fist tight. The crowd's reaction intensified, with some fans cheering Roman's bold statements while others passionately defended Teo Blaze. Roman Gunn, undeterred, continued to provoke. "Teo, it's not a knock on your skills. It's just a fact. You're swimming in deep waters, and it's only a matter of time before you get drowned out. Do yourself a favor, step back into your comfort zone before you end up in way over your head.. or maybe we'll see you doin' flips this Sunday Night.. when I superman punch your god damn head off!"
The crowd hushed, awaiting Roman's words on what was clearly a unique and potentially controversial situation.
"Now, I want to be clear about something," Roman began, a serious expression on his face. "I've been in this business for a long time, and I've faced some of the toughest opponents, men who can go toe-to-toe with the best. But this Sunday night, I find myself stepping into the ring against Tatiana Jolee."
The mention of Tatiana Jolee elicited a mixed response from the audience, recognizing her reputation as a formidable competitor. Roman continued, "Now, I've always been straightforward, and I'll be honest with you. I've got no interest in fighting a woman. It's not about underestimating anyone, and it's certainly not about disrespect. But in this business, sometimes you find yourself in situations that go beyond personal preference."
Roman's demeanor shifted to a more business-like tone. "Tatiana, I respect your skills. I know you've carved your path and made a name for yourself. Hell, you defeated Torture and Jill Park and you made both of them take a long walk off a short pier and for that? I respect it. I respect the hell out of that.. but let's be clear, this is about business. It's about stepping into the ring and handling what needs to be handled. Sunday night, there won't be any room for sentiment or reservations. It's about competition, pure and simple."
He looked directly into the camera, addressing both Tatiana and the audience. "I've faced all kinds of challenges in this ring, and I've always come out on top. Tatiana, you're just another obstacle in my way. It's not about gender; it's about proving who stands at the top of the mountain in this business. Come Sunday night, I'm handling business, and it doesn't matter who's standing across the ring from me. Jolee? I hope you're ready, cause this man don't move for nobody."
The crowd boos as he shifted from the immediate challenge of facing Tatiana Jolee to a broader target—the Hollywood sensation, Gerard Angelo. The crowd's attention pivoted as Roman's words signaled a shift in focus and a declaration of his intentions.
"Now, let's talk about Gerard Angelo," Roman declared with a determined look on his face. "Gerard, you've had your time in the spotlight, and I'll give credit where it's due. You're a Hollywood sensation who's taken AW by storm, but let's be real—your time is over. The glitz and glamour, the red carpets, they don't mean a thing when you step into this ring."
The crowd's response was a mix of cheers and murmurs, intrigued by the prospect of a clash between the established Hollywood star and the seasoned wrestling veteran. Roman continued, "I've been grinding in this business for years. I've faced the best, and I've conquered every challenge that came my way. Gerard, you may be a star in Tinseltown, but this is the squared circle, and it's a whole different ball game."
With a confident stride, Roman Gunn addressed the camera directly, as if speaking directly to Gerard Angelo. "It's time for you to step aside, Gerard. The top spot in AW belongs to those who've earned it in the ring, not on movie sets. This Sunday night, I'm taking what's rightfully mine. The era of Gerard Angelo is coming to an end, and the era of Roman Gunn is about to begin."
The crowd heavily boos as Roman sets his sights on reclaiming the top spot in AW, turned his attention to the reigning World Champion, Downfall. The mere mention of Downfall's name sent shivers through the crowd, as the champion was known for his violent and sadistic nature, coupled with an intense rage that fueled his dominance in the ring.
"Now, Downfall," Roman spoke with a measured intensity, acknowledging the champion's reputation. "I've been watching you, observing the chaos and mayhem you bring to the ring. You're violent, sadistic, and you thrive on rage. But let me tell you something, Downfall, all that brutality doesn't compare to being poised, confident, and being the absolute best."
The audience held their breath, captivated by the confrontation brewing between the two formidable forces in AW. Roman continued, "You see, Downfall, rage can only take you so far. It's a double-edged sword that can cloud your judgment. I've been in this game long enough to know that true greatness comes from within, from a calm confidence that no amount of rage can shake."
Roman Gunn's tone became more assertive. "This Sunday night, when we step into that ring, it's not just about your violent tendencies or my confidence. It's about who truly stands as the best. You hold that World Championship, but let's be clear—I never lost my claim to the top spot. And I'm coming to take it back."
The crowd roared in response, a mix of anticipation and excitement filling the arena. Roman locked eyes with the camera, delivering a final message to Downfall. "Downfall, your reign ends this Sunday. The era of Roman Gunn begins, and I will prove that being the best is about more than just violence and rage. It's about skill, poise, and unwavering confidence. Get ready, because the real World Champion is about to rise."
Roman takes a breath.
"Cause ya see, some might think that stepping into Hell in a Cell is a daunting task. The steel structure might intimidate others, strike fear into their hearts, but not me," Roman Gunn declared, his voice resonating through the arena. "I've been in the business long enough to know that a cage won't break me. It won't scare me. I don't need the Hell in a Cell to win, because I handle business the old-fashioned way."
The audience responded with cheers, acknowledging Roman's fearless attitude. "I'm not one to rely on gimmicks or structures to secure victory. No, I do it the way it's meant to be done—by stepping into the ring, facing my opponents, and stacking them up one by one," Roman continued, his confidence unwavering.
A determined look crossed Roman's face as he addressed his adversaries directly. "Gerard Angelo, Tatiana Jolee, Downfall—you might be formidable, but the Hell in a Cell won't save you from the inevitable. I'm coming to handle business, and I'm doing it the way it's been done for decades—no shortcuts, no gimmicks, just pure, unadulterated competition."
The crowd erupted into cheers, rallying behind Roman's traditional approach to the upcoming match. Roman Gunn concluded, "Hell in a Cell or not, the outcome will be the same. I'm stacking each of you up, defeating you one by one, and reclaiming the top spot where I rightfully belong. Get ready for a lesson in the old-school way of handling business."
With that, Roman dropped the microphone, his gaze unwavering as he prepared for the impending Hell in a Cell match and the opportunity to prove that he could conquer any challenge, be it within the confines of the steel structure or in the open ring. The stage was set for a battle that would define the course of AW's future.
We open up with Roman standing in front of a gold throne. To his left Isara walks into frame and stands next to him as Tobias Hoffman stands next to him while entering from the right. Roman fixes the collar of his button up jacket and sits down on the throne as he smirks. Tobias clasps his hands together like a sneaky little methodical monster as Isara just blurts out "OOHHHAAHHHHRRAAHH". The scene fades out.
Roman Gunn, a passionate and determined wrestler, had been making waves in smaller promotions but had yet to break into the mainstream. Hoffman saw something special in Roman—a unique blend of charisma, in-ring prowess, and untapped potential. Intrigued by the prospect of molding a future star, Hoffman decided to take Roman under his wing. Hoffman and Gunn embarked on a journey that would transform both their lives. Hoffman became not only Roman's mentor but also a guiding figure, and his official representation, instilling the values of hard work, dedication, and respect for the craft. Together, they navigated the complexities of the wrestling world, facing triumphs and setbacks alike.
Under Hoffman's guidance, Roman Gunn evolved into a force to be reckoned with inside the squared circle. Hoffman's keen eye for talent and his ability to recognize Gunn's strengths and weaknesses played a pivotal role in crafting a unique wrestling persona. Roman adopted the ring name "Grand Poonbah" paying homage to his Samoan heritage while creating an enigmatic and powerful character. Except, it wasn't a character.. it was REALLY Roman Gunn top to bottom.
As Roman Gunn rose through the ranks, Hoffman's mentorship continued to shape him not just as a wrestler but as a well-rounded performer. Gunn mastered the art of storytelling in the ring, captivating audiences with his moves, mic skills, and an undeniable connection to the fans. Their journey reached its pinnacle when Gunn now recognized as one of the greatest wrestlers of all time, ascended to the top of Action Wrestling. After becoming the longest reigning Champion AW has ever seen, Roman is now facing off against 4 of the top of the top wrestlers in the company and Shadowlove in a Hell in a Cell match at Final Chapter for the World Championship.
The bond between Hoffman and Gunn became legendary in the wrestling world—a story of mentorship, perseverance, and the magic that can happen when a talent scout sees the potential for greatness in a young, undiscovered wrestler. Together, they proved that the right guidance and mentorship could turn dreams into reality, leaving an indelible mark on the annals of professional wrestling history. This Sunday, the Final Chapter in Roman Gunn's story could be him capturing the World Championship.
In the heart of the wrestling arena, the crowd buzzed with anticipation as Roman Gunn, a formidable and outspoken champion, took center stage in the ring. The arena pulsated with energy as the spotlight illuminated Roman, his white glove glistening on a pedestal in the corner of the ring.
With a microphone in hand, Roman Gunn wasted no time in addressing one of his rivals, Shadowlove, whose presence loomed large in the wrestling world. The crowd erupted into cheers and jeers, creating a symphony of anticipation.
"Shadowlove," Roman bellowed, his voice echoing through the arena, "we need to have a little chat. I've been hearing you talk about being the top dog, the cream of the crop, the head honcho in this company. But let me tell you something, my friend, you've got it all wrong."
The audience hushed, hanging on every word as Roman continued to assert his dominance. "You come out here with your fancy moves and your flashy, long entrance, thinking you're the best. But deep down, you know you're not. You know you're not the top wrestler in this company. You're just living in a fantasy, Shadowlove, and it's time someone burst that bubble. It's time someone punched you back to gate-keeping the midcard where you belong."
Roman Gunn paced back and forth, the intensity building with each step. "You lack the guts to admit you're not great. It takes a real man to face the truth. Look around, Shadowlove, these people know greatness when they see it. They know who the true champion will be.. they know WHO the GRAND POOBAH really is!"
The crowd's response was a mix of cheers for Roman and defiant chants from Shadowlove's supporters. Roman locked eyes with the camera, a smirk playing on his lips. "You can put on a show, Shadowlove, but when it comes down to it, you don't have what it takes to be the best. You can keep living in your little fantasy world, or you can step up and face the reality. The reality that in this ring, in this company, I am the standard. I am the top wrestler. And no amount of bravado from you will change that."
The crowd boos as Roman looks around.
"Now, let's talk about Teo Blaze," Roman declared, the crowd's attention shifting to the mention of another prominent name. "Teo, my man, I've got to give you credit for trying to hang with the big boys in the heavyweight division. But let's face it, you're punching way above your weight class, my amigo"
The crowd responded with a mixture of cheers and gasps, intrigued by the sudden call-out. Roman continued, his words dripping with confidence, "Teo, you're a talented guy, no doubt. Quick, agile, all that good stuff. But the heavyweight division? That's a different ball game. It's where the big boys play, and I don't think you've got what it takes to tango with the heavy hitters."
Roman Gunn pointed a finger toward the entrance ramp, as if challenging Teo Blaze to make an appearance. "You're like a cruiserweight lost in the land of giants, Teo. It's time to face reality and drop back down to where you belong. The cruiserweight division might be more your speed. You can dazzle them with your flips and acrobatics, but in the heavyweight division, it's all about power and strength."
Roman grips his fist tight. The crowd's reaction intensified, with some fans cheering Roman's bold statements while others passionately defended Teo Blaze. Roman Gunn, undeterred, continued to provoke. "Teo, it's not a knock on your skills. It's just a fact. You're swimming in deep waters, and it's only a matter of time before you get drowned out. Do yourself a favor, step back into your comfort zone before you end up in way over your head.. or maybe we'll see you doin' flips this Sunday Night.. when I superman punch your god damn head off!"
The crowd hushed, awaiting Roman's words on what was clearly a unique and potentially controversial situation.
"Now, I want to be clear about something," Roman began, a serious expression on his face. "I've been in this business for a long time, and I've faced some of the toughest opponents, men who can go toe-to-toe with the best. But this Sunday night, I find myself stepping into the ring against Tatiana Jolee."
The mention of Tatiana Jolee elicited a mixed response from the audience, recognizing her reputation as a formidable competitor. Roman continued, "Now, I've always been straightforward, and I'll be honest with you. I've got no interest in fighting a woman. It's not about underestimating anyone, and it's certainly not about disrespect. But in this business, sometimes you find yourself in situations that go beyond personal preference."
Roman's demeanor shifted to a more business-like tone. "Tatiana, I respect your skills. I know you've carved your path and made a name for yourself. Hell, you defeated Torture and Jill Park and you made both of them take a long walk off a short pier and for that? I respect it. I respect the hell out of that.. but let's be clear, this is about business. It's about stepping into the ring and handling what needs to be handled. Sunday night, there won't be any room for sentiment or reservations. It's about competition, pure and simple."
He looked directly into the camera, addressing both Tatiana and the audience. "I've faced all kinds of challenges in this ring, and I've always come out on top. Tatiana, you're just another obstacle in my way. It's not about gender; it's about proving who stands at the top of the mountain in this business. Come Sunday night, I'm handling business, and it doesn't matter who's standing across the ring from me. Jolee? I hope you're ready, cause this man don't move for nobody."
The crowd boos as he shifted from the immediate challenge of facing Tatiana Jolee to a broader target—the Hollywood sensation, Gerard Angelo. The crowd's attention pivoted as Roman's words signaled a shift in focus and a declaration of his intentions.
"Now, let's talk about Gerard Angelo," Roman declared with a determined look on his face. "Gerard, you've had your time in the spotlight, and I'll give credit where it's due. You're a Hollywood sensation who's taken AW by storm, but let's be real—your time is over. The glitz and glamour, the red carpets, they don't mean a thing when you step into this ring."
The crowd's response was a mix of cheers and murmurs, intrigued by the prospect of a clash between the established Hollywood star and the seasoned wrestling veteran. Roman continued, "I've been grinding in this business for years. I've faced the best, and I've conquered every challenge that came my way. Gerard, you may be a star in Tinseltown, but this is the squared circle, and it's a whole different ball game."
With a confident stride, Roman Gunn addressed the camera directly, as if speaking directly to Gerard Angelo. "It's time for you to step aside, Gerard. The top spot in AW belongs to those who've earned it in the ring, not on movie sets. This Sunday night, I'm taking what's rightfully mine. The era of Gerard Angelo is coming to an end, and the era of Roman Gunn is about to begin."
The crowd heavily boos as Roman sets his sights on reclaiming the top spot in AW, turned his attention to the reigning World Champion, Downfall. The mere mention of Downfall's name sent shivers through the crowd, as the champion was known for his violent and sadistic nature, coupled with an intense rage that fueled his dominance in the ring.
"Now, Downfall," Roman spoke with a measured intensity, acknowledging the champion's reputation. "I've been watching you, observing the chaos and mayhem you bring to the ring. You're violent, sadistic, and you thrive on rage. But let me tell you something, Downfall, all that brutality doesn't compare to being poised, confident, and being the absolute best."
The audience held their breath, captivated by the confrontation brewing between the two formidable forces in AW. Roman continued, "You see, Downfall, rage can only take you so far. It's a double-edged sword that can cloud your judgment. I've been in this game long enough to know that true greatness comes from within, from a calm confidence that no amount of rage can shake."
Roman Gunn's tone became more assertive. "This Sunday night, when we step into that ring, it's not just about your violent tendencies or my confidence. It's about who truly stands as the best. You hold that World Championship, but let's be clear—I never lost my claim to the top spot. And I'm coming to take it back."
The crowd roared in response, a mix of anticipation and excitement filling the arena. Roman locked eyes with the camera, delivering a final message to Downfall. "Downfall, your reign ends this Sunday. The era of Roman Gunn begins, and I will prove that being the best is about more than just violence and rage. It's about skill, poise, and unwavering confidence. Get ready, because the real World Champion is about to rise."
Roman takes a breath.
"Cause ya see, some might think that stepping into Hell in a Cell is a daunting task. The steel structure might intimidate others, strike fear into their hearts, but not me," Roman Gunn declared, his voice resonating through the arena. "I've been in the business long enough to know that a cage won't break me. It won't scare me. I don't need the Hell in a Cell to win, because I handle business the old-fashioned way."
The audience responded with cheers, acknowledging Roman's fearless attitude. "I'm not one to rely on gimmicks or structures to secure victory. No, I do it the way it's meant to be done—by stepping into the ring, facing my opponents, and stacking them up one by one," Roman continued, his confidence unwavering.
A determined look crossed Roman's face as he addressed his adversaries directly. "Gerard Angelo, Tatiana Jolee, Downfall—you might be formidable, but the Hell in a Cell won't save you from the inevitable. I'm coming to handle business, and I'm doing it the way it's been done for decades—no shortcuts, no gimmicks, just pure, unadulterated competition."
The crowd erupted into cheers, rallying behind Roman's traditional approach to the upcoming match. Roman Gunn concluded, "Hell in a Cell or not, the outcome will be the same. I'm stacking each of you up, defeating you one by one, and reclaiming the top spot where I rightfully belong. Get ready for a lesson in the old-school way of handling business."
With that, Roman dropped the microphone, his gaze unwavering as he prepared for the impending Hell in a Cell match and the opportunity to prove that he could conquer any challenge, be it within the confines of the steel structure or in the open ring. The stage was set for a battle that would define the course of AW's future.
We open up with Roman standing in front of a gold throne. To his left Isara walks into frame and stands next to him as Tobias Hoffman stands next to him while entering from the right. Roman fixes the collar of his button up jacket and sits down on the throne as he smirks. Tobias clasps his hands together like a sneaky little methodical monster as Isara just blurts out "OOHHHAAHHHHRRAAHH". The scene fades out.