Challenge: Intros (400 words MAX!!) This is your chance to let us know who you are, what you’re all about, and why you should win The Search?
OOC Notes: -Competitors will NOT be wrestling against each other in kayfabe...YET. -Roleplay by responding IN THIS THREAD! Do NOT post to the roleplay board or make a separate post! -At the end of the roleplay window, this account will be the last response in this thread to to close off roleplaying and end this weeks challenge. -AW checks the word counts of each roleplay with wordcounter.net and it is the ONLY tool we use to check word count. All roleplayers should use this as well!
DEADLINE: THURSDAY, JULY 8th. 11:59PM aka midnight Eastern Standard Time.
Who Is Still In The Competition? Daniel Davis Remy Murphy Madeline Whittney Bozo Tauqeer Artes Kazim Meunier Aphriya Adler-Ward Lewis Chad Pinkston Mathew Knox Minnie Diego Tesoro
Last Edit: Jul 12, 2021 21:52:33 GMT -5 by Torture
RP deadlines are every Thursday at 11:59PM aka midnight Eastern Standard Time. To determine word counts when judging, we use WordCounter.net
My name is Bozo and my life is a joke, right? What are you looking at, pissface?
Oh because my fiance ran off with the ring I gave her and said my job isn't a real job you think you can just stare at me and smirk with your high and mighty life like you're onto some next level shit, bud, you're not onto anything. Step to me, pussy. I did my face paint in the broken rear view mirror of a Honda sedan in a back alley outside this performance center and you think I'm scared of your fists?
Let me tell you a funny story. This beautiful bitch who crushes hearts told me to follow my dreams and live my life to the fullest with passion and huzzah. Every day I entertained like my life was going out of style and ya know what the beautiful bitch did? Slept with some co-worker 4 times a week on the couch I bought from Ikea. That didn't make me laugh.. but it didn't make me cry.
That's not the end of this funny story, you see, I told her I was working 20 miles out of the city but I stood across the street in an alley way watching as she invited her friend over for a good time. They started making out and banging on my sofa so I smashed through the living room window with my full body like the Kool-Aid man. She was frightened. I didn't feel anything because of the high volume of alcohol I blasted into my system the 6 hours prior. I swung my long sock full of D Batteries busting his face open and cutting his scalp on his fivehead.
I beat his ass.
He still gets the girl.
My point? Whoever wants to stand in front of me, just do it because there isn't anything you can do to me that I won't do to myself for 5 bucks behind the Wendys.
So, who has a cig I can bum? I can make a balloon animal if ya want.
Hire me @ 491-888-3549. I do kids parties, birthday parties, weddings, anything. Just text me and give me the address.
Madeline Whittney stands before a large canvas, surrounded by paint buckets. She wears a red smock, a white t-shirt, and jeans.
"I mean, if my expense-laden time at art college taught me anything, it's that art imitates life. So, what are we imitating?"
Madeline ties her hair back into a pony tail, looking absentmindedly out the window of her rented studio. She sees the thriving cityscape of New York City, a glistening tribute to humanity's folly.
"From my experience so far, life is about... experimentation."
Madeline picks up one of the paint buckets. She shakes it a little, feeling comfort in the sloshing sound of the paint. Then, she throws the can at the canvas. Paint splatters across the work space, only half of the contents getting anywhere near the canvas. Madeline smiles.
"It's about trying new things, creating some thing of your own, throwing yourself headfirst into your passions. Funnily enough, my passion is art. So for me, a big part of life is... imitating it."
Madeline goes into a frenzy, throwing can after can at the canvas. Soon, vibrant colors coat every surface in the studio.
"But experimentation isn't some fun coming-of-age story. It's full of failure. It makes you feel like shit. You go hungry trying to follow passions the world doesn't value."
Madeline stands before the canvas panting. She takes off her paint stained smock and undoes her pony tail as she walks towards the canvas. She stares into it, as one stares up at cavalcades of stars on a summer night. Madeline reaches out, arm moving with deliberate purpose, and touches the splatter painting.
"And so, we all at one point or another turn to the other side of experimenting in the world. For there can be no creation... without destruction."
Within a second of touching the canvas, Madeline reels back. She gives a guttural scream, and punches through the canvas. She begins tearing it apart, clawing, kicking, elbows and knees flying. Wooden shards from the back of the canvas cut her, leaving her with bloody cuts on her arms and legs. She kicks over a few paint cans, then falls to her knees, in the middle of the studio. Covered in paint and blood a single tear rolls down her cheek.
"Creation has gotten me nowhere. So, maybe it's time I adapt. Action Wrestling... welcome your new artist in residence."
Post by Lewis Chad Pinkston on Jul 4, 2021 0:54:19 GMT -5
Narrator: Welcome to The Search, where the best and brightest the industry has to offer will finally be able to showcase their grit, determination and preservation in the wild industry that has become their livelihoods. Many have taken this path. Yet while many have gone on to soaring heights that few have attained, we are met with a young group willing to fight for their spot.
**~~**The camera slowly pans over several men working out on the beach. Some are doing wind sprints in the sand, as the sun beams down on them. Their ripped physiques glistening.**~~**
Narrator: Over the course of time certain names have become synonymous with the sport of professional wrestling.
**~~**A hard zoom into the abs of a man doing crunches, while hanging upside down.**~~**
Narrator: The James Raven’s, The Corey Black’s, The well it is only AW and one of them isn’t really there, but you get the point. While they are few and far between, this next crop to pop up has people looking to take this opportunity and run with it.
**~~**Once more the camera pans across the beach. Stopping at a young man with muscles bulging, talking to a petite young woman. They seem to be enjoying the conversation they are having.**~~**
Narrator: And so far everything has been going swimmingly amongst the roster. The chatter amongst them, even the old timer figuring out Twitter, but one man stands amongst them, ready to make an impact.
**~~**The camera zooms into the muscular man. He smiles and winks at the camera, as the camera pushes past him and focuses on a heavily tattooed man sitting on a bench. Eating an apple, all cool like with a knife.**~~**
Narrator: Certain dispositions can be attained. Certain ceilings met. When you look big and strong. When you project an aura of confidence. When you look like a biker… people always make assumptions. Little did you know that, that biker….
Super tiny penis.
**~~**The camera pans around the beach some more. Children are playing. Some are chasing the sea gulls, others are building sandcastles. It catches and follows a woman passing out fliers. Most people are nice enough to take one and go on about their day. There is some rustling in the bushes. As the focus of The Search pops out, holding a small baby bunny.**~~**
The feed opens up on a nondescript fence post, leaned to the side with age. The barbed wire connecting it to its brethren long rusted, and hanging pathetically down toward the ground. The wind blows softly, and upon it, a narration begins.
“Please allow me to introduce myself, I’m a man of wealth and taste...and hopefully not the only one who gets this reference. It gets tiring, explaining things endlessly before the bell even rings. I am a former Champion. Plenty of gold but it’s faded. Maybe you know the story, but if you don’t? I was that rookie that could do no wrong once. But my wings? Icarus brand. Soon as I was about to touch the sun, I plummeted down to the earth and let the world keep me down until I wasn’t even a memory.”
Upon the wind and as the voice pawed, the call of a singular Raven rings out to cut the calm to the quick. The stately old bird lands upon the broken fencepost, turning itself to face the camera and letting out one more caw before the voice returns.
“I kicked my demons to the curb, dragged myself to my feet and got right. With me, with my family, with God. I came back last year,I thought I found a home. But the machine? The one with the chainsaws, wears a tie? Only got uglier while I was away. It’s been six months since I left Baltimore, and I've found the summit only grows taller with each day.”
It’s then that the raven’s wings flap and it takes off from the post. The camera lifts to follow it’s flight.
“Here, I’ll make another impression and cut the mountain down to size. My name is Matthew Knox. I am The Raven, and I’ve come to Action Wrestling to deepen my impression on this industry of ours. So that when I do leave once more, in that ‘forever’ kind of way? I’ll still not be a memory, but a legend. So, the only thing left to ask yourselves?”
The old, stately bird is soon lost in the glare of sunlight. Leaving the lonely patch of god’s earth to its undisturbed, quiet existence as the camera slowly fades to black. The voice rings forth once more, from the darkness.
Post by Aphriya Adler on Jul 7, 2021 22:23:17 GMT -5
Static reaches out across the airwaves, but only for just a moment. As the airwaves come to a clear picture. Highlights. Highlights showing many different situations of a young blonde woman in several different Mixed Martial Arts contests. Voice over comes over the highlights.
“She is ruthless, almost heartless when in between the ropes or in the cage. Not much is known other than what she presents to the public in these Mixed Martial Arts battles. Is her personal life just a boring set of regiments and focus? Well let’s dive down into the life outside the competitor. Who is Aphyriya Adler-Ward.”
The screen goes static for another very brief moment, then falls upon the young blonde walking down a pathway created from stone slabs. She smiles as her eyes gleam from the sunlight.
“Yes I am one of those very scheduled. Very boring women. Organized and focused. But here, at my home I am a little more free. I’ve lived a life in a way that is slightly different than most.”
“So what would that lifestyle be Aphriya.”
The voice over is now the interviewer but unseen.
“Well I am a Lesbian. A massive supporter in the LGBTQ community. Fighting is a big part of my life as well. I enjoy the challenges. The puzzles that different challengers present. It is a game but in a more in depth and strategic manner.”
“Then why put yourself in The Search?”
“That is simple. Another challenge. This time on a different playing field. A different office as they might say. I love challenges. I enjoy studying, figuring out different methods of being the victor in the battle. I’ve watched pro wrestling all my life. My wi…. My ex wife was one.”
A small sniffle emanates from Aphriya as she sits down upon a wooden bench covered in leafy vines.
“That is of course another story for another time. My life is stable. I have come to terms with the situation between her and I. I now wish to focus the energy I have pent up from that tragic situation and become the greatest female professional wrestler in Action Wrestling. I am confident that I can overcome each and every challenge this television show will give me and pass those challenges with flying colors.”
The screen zooms in on Aphriya’s smiling face. Words appear.“Aphriya Adler-Ward, The Search champion.”Then static again.
Action Wrestling Record ~~>>WINS---LOSSES---DRAWS/NCs<<~~ 002---001---000
Achivements Thus Far Final Four of The Search (1st Season)
Post by Diego Tesoro on Jul 8, 2021 12:03:57 GMT -5
Diego is sitting in a nice leather chair in the middle of the ring.
Hola amigos, soy Diego Tesoro y estoy aquí para ser campeón. I'm here to be Champion of the World, my friends. None of you, can stand in my way. None of you, can do what I do. None of you.. are me.
Diego smiles as he adjusts his 3,000 dollar coat that he's sitting in.
Dejé mi país, I left my country, because I am the greatest lucha libre of all time. My Father very respected man but he no respect me so I come to America to show Action Wrestling that I am the greatest. Nobody can compete with me. ¡Soy el mejor!
Diego winks after stating it with great excitement.
I look to my left and I look to my right and these Search competitors might be good, might be eh, but there is one thing without a shadow of doubt that I have that they don't and that is talent.
They don't have it and I do and I'll go farther much farther than they will so when this is all said and done, I'll be Search winner and then I'll head to Clash and become Champion in no time because I'm Diego Tesoro and that's what I do. Eso es lo que hago.
He smiles wide and sits back in his leather chair.
Post by Daniel Davis on Jul 8, 2021 12:08:33 GMT -5
A slightly dinged up, early- 2010s model RV, cruising down a surprisingly empty, desert highway. The midday sun beating down on the asphalt is scalding enough that visible heat is radiating off of the faded asphalt.
A rather thin, young man is behind the wheel, probably early twenties. His blonde hair is trimmed short but very unkempt, and his sleeveless Slayer t-shirt is off center to one side, as if the stitching is stretched. At a glance, he appears far too lax, as if this experience with the vehicle were anything but new, almost in an unexpected way for someone his age.
Without turning his head nor taking his eyes off the road, the youngster speaks.
"Ambition. It defines success. There's a reason that so many of the most successful names in the business today are former Olympians, Hollywood A-Listers, and those who seemingly 'spawned in' riding the coattails of their success in other ventures. So I'm sure some of you are asking, what fame is brought in with the crop of hopefuls that The Search has announced?
"I'm sure there are some former competitors who are looking to break through to someplace as impressive as Action Wrestling. I'm sure there are those who have toiled endlessly to perfect the next Leviathan-level gimmick to wow fans and backstage representatives alike. I would even be willing to bet that one or two are here, either on the losing end of some sort of bet, or as a joke in a futile attempt to mock the sport.
"Not a chance. I'm here because of one thing. Heart. I've been a fan of this for all my life, watching guys like Torture and Gravedigger dominate the scene for much of my youth. Now that they're sitting on top of the world running the biggest brand there is to be found, I'm here to become the next legend.
"I'm not bringing star power. I'm not bringing fame or prior name recognition. But I'm bringing a tour bus of ambition and a buttload of heart that will speak for itself.
Post by Tauqeer Artes on Jul 8, 2021 19:58:13 GMT -5
"Every story of creation...begins with light."
Slowly, the light fades, until only a dull, dimly-lit hue is present in the middle of the darkened room. A blurred figure steps into the light, dressed in a silk shirt and white jeans.
"But mine? Mine begins in darkness. The Artes lineage traces back many centuries, from soldiers and politicians, to concubines and scoundrels. In some way, however, our story begins the same. We claw from the darkness to reach the truth that is the light."
The camera pans up to the man's face; a carefully groomed bearded gentleman, whose eyes shine like emeralds. He smiles gently, with an essence of cynicism behind the smile. "It is vital for whoever begins in this undertaking knows their lineage before adding their own name to the legacy. Studying the many cycles we call life leads to true enlightenment and understanding. All these were things my father, a poor drunkard, taught to me before he drank his last drop. He wanted me to be a good man, a man who would restore our name to glory for our family's sake. The last words I told him? Sure, I will speak to you. Come closer."
The camera zooms in closer. The man's expression hardens. "No, I mean actually come closer."
The camera shakes as the cameraman moves physically closer to the man. The well-dressed man quickly grabs the cameraman and drags him closer still, breathing aggressively. "I told him...'I will bring glory to my name...and my name alone.'"
He then shoves the cameraman away, who stumbles and drops the camera. The spotlight is also jostled, creating a perfect sphere of light on a black wall behind the well-dressed man. "As the sun sets, the moon rises to rule over the darkness. I am that moon. I am Tauqeer Artes. I am The Crescent Moon. Action Wrestling, be prepared for my arrival."
Tauqeer pulls a cigar from his back pocket, trimming the end and lighting it. The haze began to permeate the room, creating a fog effect.
"...For there is a bad moon on the rise."
K2: I RESPECT YOU, BOOKER MAN
Sept 19, 2021 0:32:56 GMT -5
Lochlyn Cade: I'm so freakin hyped for that 5 v 5 match on CruiserClash.
Sept 21, 2021 1:39:49 GMT -5
Lochlyn Cade: We love you too Tort... I'm late on that but yeah.
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