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Post by The Search on Jul 23, 2021 23:51:06 GMT -5
The Search Season 1 Episode 4 7/30/21 Challenge: Harvey Marx Pro Challenge (400 words MAX!!)Last week, competitors were tasked with incorporating three randomized words into their promos. This week, AW's resident showman would like to lay down his own challenge. This one is simple. Harvey Marx prides himself on his presentation and as a Search participant, showmanship is key. Your task is to give us a flashy promo. Whether that's a unique setting, a unique event/events throughout, or simply the description of what your character is doing, this one is all about stylistic flair. Good luck!
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 29th. 11:59PM aka midnight Eastern Standard Time.Who Is Still In The Competition?Daniel DavisMadeline WhittneyBozoKazim MeunierAphriya Adler-WardLewis Chad PinkstonMathew Knox
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Bozo
Professional Wrestler
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Post by Bozo on Jul 27, 2021 18:00:19 GMT -5
Bozo is walking out of a grocery store with a shopping cart of cheap vodka and other various amounts of liquor. He pushes the shopping cart the furthest away from the grocery store and stops. A broken down untouched el camino sits in the parking lot full of trash, spiderwebs and dirt. He begins to pour the liquor bottles out all over the back of the car. He takes a giant swig of one of the bottles completely finishing it off in three drinks. He looks around and a person or two who has stopped to look at him disgusted.
What the fuck are you looking at?!
He turns around and opens three and four bottles now. He rips the tops off of them and pours them out all over the car. Completely rinsing the car with this cheap alcohol in the grocery store parking lot. He begins to scream at the puddles he's making. A few more people stop and stare. He turns towards them and a family go on their way.
He pulls something out of his pocket and it's a photo. He looks at it cracking his head to the side and then crumbling it up and throwing it in the back of the car. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out one lone cig. He lights it up and takes his lit cigarette and throws it in the back of the car and the whole thing engulfs into flames. Bozo begins to laugh while looking at the fire.
He turns towards the people who have now come rushing over wondering if anyone is ok from the fire.
HARVEY MADE ME DO IT! HAHAHAH. HE WANTED FLAIR!
He picks up one last bottle he saved and had on the ground. He picks it up and tosses the cap off and empties 1/3rd of the bottle into his mouth. He walks away from the fire while smiling to himself. He laughs and tilts his head back looking directly into the hot sun. He wipes his brow from the sweat and continues walking away from the fire. We see grocery store clerks rush over with water and blankets to put on the fire.
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Post by Aphriya Adler on Jul 28, 2021 23:34:56 GMT -5
The screen immediately comes into focus upon six rather detailed cardboard cutouts of the other competitors of The Search. Standing in the middle wearing a purple bikini, her hair up in a loose bun is none other than a smiling Aphriya Adler-Ward.
“Hello out there in the wide world of reality television. I am coming to you live from the prediction dock in Myrtle Beach for what will be the fall of the contestants of The Search. Just in case you haven’t been watching, although you should have been. Tisk Tisk. I will introduce to you who we have.”
She slides to the camera’s left pointing at the first one which is male. She presents them as though she is Vanna White or something with a bright smile.
“First is Lewis Chad Pinky. Then Bozo, a Clown of sorts. Then Dani Davis. Matt Knox, the resident senior. Kazi something, sorry can’t pronounce the last name. Finally we have Maddy Whittney. The artist.”
She presents the female cutout that has a paint brush and what looks like paint upon her hands and face. Aphriya jumps into the center again, bouncy and happy. As she does, spinning sparks begin to happen behind and at the top of each one of the cutouts.
“Flair. Yes let the sparks flow.”
She says with excitement and enthusiasm. Something else begins to grow behind them, the cardboard cutouts that is.
“Challenges are growing and actually becoming more and more fun allowing my creativity to flow folks. I never knew I had this stuff up in this thing.”
She points to her left temple. Her quirky and excited smile is pretty much infectious.
“I am happy to be in this competition. I am happy to be making it this far. But my competitive side is at its peak. I want to win this entire thing. But of course ladies and gents, I must defeat each one of these peeps here with me. How will that occur?”
As she asks the question, she quickly leaps into the air and lands on something which causes an explosion of colored powder into the air. The scene shifts to a vertical straight down shot of Aphriya covered in black, blue, purple, green, pink and purple powder.
“With me standing alone.”
The cardboard cutouts were gone, just Aphriya standing covered in powder with a bright white smile. The scene withers into black.
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Post by Kazim Meunier on Jul 29, 2021 5:28:32 GMT -5
There is darkness, followed by a flash of light. The flashes of light become more frequent. A flickering light mocks the dark, for any bright spark has the power to call back a rainbow of vibrant hues. The flickering then stops, and is replaced by a flood of light.
No reach ceiling yet, ceiling too high. What the duck?
Kazim Meunier is changing a lightbulb in a room whilst on a step ladder. That is why the light was flickering, though it was convenient situation for the purpose of a flashy promo. A duck waddles around the room.
Monsieur Duck, no have bread here. You need lake.
The duck ignores Kazim, and continues quacking away.
Others in The Search also ignore. They follow Duck.
The duck whacks his beak at the bottom of Kazim ladder, causing it to wobble. Kazim almost tumbles down, but wisely balances himself and then goes down the ladder, causing the Duck to flee.
Miles Davis relative Daniel Davis say last week I should swing a big bat. I no get? I not Batman. Batman not French. You not even Robin... Daniel. You live in shadow of Jazz legend? Maybe you should face music?
Kazim loved Jazz.
Madeline Whittney claim be artist. Yet where your painting Mademoisille. No see art, only see fraud.
Kazim shook his head.
Bozo is a clown? Not teenage mutant ninja hero villan. His wife leave stupid ass and make sex with neigbor. Maybe if Bozo be wise ass you still be happy. C'est la vie
Kazim had a cheeky smirk appear across his face.
Matt Knox claims to be a basic ass. What is it with everyone describe their ass? Have bad bowel movement? Eat more balanced diet or see doctor? Not good.
He looked disgusted.
Lewis Chad Pinkston make very funny TikTok video. What is also funny? Dog sniffing butts? Continue theme of everyone like ass eh?
He questioned his own question.
As for Aphriya Adler-Ward she go home to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina and on boat in Lake Dogwood. I wonder if she also expose ASS. Just like Bozo, and Matt.
The ass theme continued.
Or maybe. Just maybe. They are all as you say in this country HOLE ASSES?
That sounded about right to Kazim. He looked back at the ladder, and began climbing up once again.
Now to reach that ceiling for Ethan Miller.
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Post by avantgarde on Jul 29, 2021 21:08:26 GMT -5
This week, Mr. Marx wanted us to do something… flashy. Something with flair that stood out, showed what separated us. While I am an artist, the sort of needless pomp and circumstance that The Big Ticket asked for is something I usually shy away from. I prefer to make my statements through carefully cultivated pieces meant to provoke thought rather than entertain. But nonetheless, I thought a tribute to one of my greatest influences, the visionary Andy Warhol would suffice. Warhol used his art to examine the way that celebrities and advertising effected the expression of the individual. My remaining competition in The Search includes one such celebrity, a UFC fighter, who has benefitted from fame and fortune. This may grant her more popularity right now, but in the long run it is truly a disservice. For Aphriya, her time in Action Wrestling is another accolade, another sport to test her mettle. But for me, my extracurricular experience as an artist is something that I weave in to my training, that empowers my mental resolve in the ring, that I need to survive as much as food or drink. When it comes to Action's Resident Artist, there is the singular individual Madeline Whittney. In everything I do, I am both fighter and provocateur. I have the utmost respect for Aphriya in her personal life, but she is not destined to win the Search. Back to the topic of Warhol, some of his most famous pieces, the Campbells soup cans and Brillo box reproductions, were postmodern masterpieces that raised questions as to what can even be considered art. In the same way, I am beginning to wonder, where do we draw the line when it comes to professional wrestling? If a man loses an arm, do the fans still hunger for blood? What about a concussion? Do these ravenous purveyors of violence actively wish for our bodily harm out of hatred, love, or apathy? Then again, what they think doesn't matter to me. I will sate their appetites with blood and unfettered rage. I grow tired of waiting though. I want to fight, to finally get a chance to demolish this primped buffoon Lewis Chad Pinkston, or that old dog Matt Knox. I feel a need to be damaged myself, to taste my own blood. No matter who's, though, it shall taste like nectar of the gods.
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Transcript for the Colorblind/hard of sight:
This week, Mr. Marx wanted us to do something… flashy. Something with flair that stood out, showed what separated us. While I am an artist, the sort of needless pomp and circumstance that The Big Ticket asked for is something I usually shy away from. I prefer to make my statements through carefully cultivated pieces meant to provoke thought rather than entertain. But nonetheless, I thought a tribute to one of my greatest influences, the visionary Andy Warhol would suffice. Warhol used his art to examine the way that celebrities and advertising effected the expression of the individual. My remaining competition in The Search includes one such celebrity, a UFC fighter, who has benefitted from fame and fortune. This may grant her more popularity right now, but in the long run it is truly a disservice. For Aphriya, her time in Action Wrestling is another accolade, another sport to test her mettle. But for me, my extracurricular experience as an artist is something that I weave in to my training, that empowers my mental resolve in the ring, that I need to survive as much as food or drink. When it comes to Action's Resident Artist, there is the singular individual Madeline Whittney. In everything I do, I am both fighter and provocateur. I have the utmost respect for Aphriya in her personal life, but she is not destined to win the Search. Back to the topic of Warhol, some of his most famous pieces, the Campbells soup cans and Brillo box reproductions, were postmodern masterpieces that raised questions as to what can even be considered art. In the same way, I am beginning to wonder, where do we draw the line when it comes to professional wrestling? If a man loses an arm, do the fans still hunger for blood? What about a concussion? Do these ravenous purveyors of violence actively wish for our bodily harm out of hatred, love, or apathy? Then again, what they think doesn't matter to me. I will sate their appetites with blood and unfettered rage. I grow tired of waiting though. I want to fight, to finally get a chance to demolish this primped buffoon Lewis Chad Pinkston, or that old dog Matt Knox. I feel a need to be damaged myself, to taste my own blood. No matter who's, though, it shall taste like nectar of the gods.
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Post by mattknox on Jul 29, 2021 21:23:37 GMT -5
The camera opens to a shot of a starry sky somewhere far and away from light pollution. Somewhere between nowhere, and goodbye. The wind howls in one large gust, as the camera pans down to reveal Matt Knox staring up at the sky
“Time. It’s relative, right?”
The sky slowly starts to gray as he remains seated, still as stone and staring up at the night sky.
“To what, though? What is the exchange rate for seconds, hours, days, months, decades and millenia? Is it relative to each human, or humankind?”
The gray is struck down by a sun rise, but even this could not strike down the veteran from his post. Face turned upward, searching the heavens.
“For me, I’ve always kept it in front of me. Well. That’s a lie, it’s really more of a recent development. The average fighter doesn’t make it far past forty. Right around the time youth has abandoned the bone and muscle. The sinew snaps, the thread tatters..”
The bright sky suddenly descends into night again, the purple of dusk gone in the blink of an eye. The process quickens further. Night. Day. Night. Day. Night. Rain, Snow, Heat..
And still, the stately old Raven held his roost.
“My youth has run out. My patience will follow it. People like LC Pinkston, so desperate for attention they try, and fail, at being clever. Making lists with naughty words their mother never took the time to smack out of their petulant little mouth. People like that exist only to absorb the loss of my patience.
Maybe Madeline can paint us some happy trees with the puddle that’s left behind?”
Now the days go by in a flurry. The shoulder length hair upon Knox’s head grows longer, and longer and the black fades into a weak and dismal white. His body begins to sag forward, hunch over into age and ages of abuse.
“Or maybe, I’m full of shit and really am out of my league and due little more than an ass whipping...oh well. We’ll find out..”
Suddenly, a flash. The sun has exploded in a great display of its fiery wrath. The screen is now a bright, blinding white..
“....In time.”
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Post by Lewis Chad Pinkston on Jul 29, 2021 21:44:02 GMT -5
Narrator: Ugh Dammit. Where did he find the money to buy those goggles? I thought for sure he would’ve gone broke by now.
**~~** Lewis is seen crawling on the ground with a pair of night vision goggles over his face. The camera cuts to his point of view. A green hue covers the screen as the camera barely focuses. .**~~** Lewis: Showmanship? Right. Yeah… oh yeah right there….. don’t stop!….. wait…. Don’t move….. **~~** The camera shakes violently. As a flurry of hair covers the camera. The scene returns to normal as we see a red headed goddess roll over. Lewis slides the goggles up and takes a deep breath.**~~** Lewis: Listen I know that I’m not going to be able to out sing. Dance. Make small children uncomfortable. Barely speak the language. But what I CAN do better than all of you…
**~~** Lewis points his thumb over to the clearly satisfied woman laying next to him.**~~** Lewis: I fuck. And I Fuck hard. Hence this night vision goggles. When this tape hits the streets, it’s gonna make Paris Hilton weep. It’s going to make Brazzers and Redtube shut down with all the traffic.
**~~**The woman mumbles something. Lewis gets a dejected look on his face.**~~** Lewis: Apparently with the way those servers are set up, that’s not a possibility. However the point remains the same. While all of you were out there bashing your heads against the wall trying to one up each other. I leaned into what I know I’m good at. Why would I take myself out of my own comfort zone? Why would I? I’m the most entertaining person here. The cinematography in this is going to blow your mind. I’m talking POV shots, reverse cowgirl, triple double axle spins. **~~** Once again Lewis is interrupted.**~~** Lewis: Yes I’m aware that’s figure skating. It could also be a new position if we wanted it to.
**~~**The female rolls over and gives Lewis the come hither eyes.**~~**
Lewis: It’s time for a cardio montage… Until next week, because let’s be honest, if I’m not here no one cares.
**~~** Lewis throws up a peace sign and slides the goggles back on his face as the camera view turns a hint of green.**~~** Narrator: A sex tape without the sex? I mean at least he stuck to what he knows… wait no condom wrappers? Oh Fuck.
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Post by Daniel Davis on Jul 29, 2021 22:17:42 GMT -5
Fade in.
As Daniel Davis steps out of his worn down motor home, the view of the Washington Monument in the background stands tall some distance off. He takes a few steps, the camera panning around him to show the strip of museums and monuments lining the National Mall. The American History Museum. The Natural History Museum. The National Gallery of Art. By the time he stops, the U.S. Capitol Building stand proudly in the background, flanked to either side by even more statues, monuments, and landmarks.
"It's a damn shame you didn't request something flashy a few weeks ago, Marx. I'm pretty sure D.C. is known for a pretty good fireworks display on the fourth. But we all know I ain't the flashy type in general, so big famous buildings is gonna have to make the cut. You know how bad it would look to cut a frontrunner for your competition just because he ain't got the cash to front six figures of flamboyance?"
Danny keeps walking, turning the view past the Hubert H Humphrey Building, the American Indian Museum, and stops in front of the Air and Space Museum.
"This is the first time in this competition you're really testing me. Look at the rest of the lineup and you can guess where you'll wind up. Bozo can give a tour of the bigtop, if he ever sobers up. Knox and Aphriya can break out highlight tapes, if they actually exist. Kazim can show off the French countryside or the marvel of Paris, if he understands the task at hand. Pinkston can call on that Instagram following of his to provide some flashy scenes, if he actually has fans. And Madeline? She can paint a vibrant canvas that she might claim belongs in the National Art Gallery across the way, if she can find critics that like her work with a brush the way Spencer likes her promos.
"Then what about good ol' Danny Davis? We're at a point where I've gotta be clever. I don't have the history, the money, or the easel to be flashy and vibrant their way. But I can choose a setting, and I can make a point. I'll talk circles around anyone and everyone, and once we get to compete?"
He points to the winged entrance hall to the Air and Space museum.
"The sky is never the limit."
Fade out.
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Jordan
Professional Wrestler
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Post by Jordan on Jul 30, 2021 15:23:02 GMT -5
Intro
Last week, our final eight was met with an unusual challenge.
Challenged with the inclusion of three random words selected by Ethan Miller, the participants rose to meet the task at hand.
As the dust settled, it was Diego Tesoro who was sent packing.
With seven left, this week’s challenge sees the competitors trying to match the flashy style of AW pro Harvey Marx.
Who will survive?
This is…
THE SEARCH
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Jordan
Professional Wrestler
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Post by Jordan on Jul 30, 2021 15:27:15 GMT -5
Breakdown
The scene opens inside The Search’s training facility to show the remaining seven players lined up one after another. Matthew Knox.
Lewis Chad Pinkston.
Aphriya Adler-Ward.
Kazim Meunier.
Bozo.
Madeline Whittney.
Daniel Davis.Ethan Miller: Not even halfway through and it already feels like we’ve come such a long way. Week four of The Search and the field feels more like a pool of true contenders.EM scans the lineup. Ethan Miller: Last week, it was all about who could incorporate our three preselected words into their own work. Lots of great stuff, but we can’t keep everyone.
We see a brief clip recapping Diego’s confrontational reaction to his elimination before cutting back to the present. EM is given the usual envelope and the camera zooms in on the AW logo on its front. Ethan Miller: This week, you had to give us your flashiest promo in true Harvey Marx fashion. Great job all around in rising to, but as you’ve probably guessed, it’s time for Spencer Adams to break down your submissions.
EM opens the envelope and pulls out the single sheet of paper inside. He makes eye contact with the lineup once more before reading on. “Bozo, not the worst showing in the world. It did have that visual punch. At the same time maybe a bit more dialogue would’ve helped you. This is still a promo competition and while you may have literally come with fire, I’m not sure any of your opponents feel the effects of it. Getting the best of both worlds with flash and solid promo work would’ve been awesome to see.”Those who have watched The Search before already know that Bozo is mostly unresponsive and drunk off his ass. “Aphriya, I thought you did a really good job with presentation and using those Marx style touches in a way Marx would be proud of. The visual presentation doubled as a bit of shoot in itself which is really cool. I think some of the shoot itself fell just a bit flat in what it was trying to build to verbally, but ended pretty punchy. Overall, pretty solid.”Aphriya nods at the notes, perhaps a little anxious, but completely invested. “Kazim, love the start and thought it was effective and funny. Pretty clever visual overall and the shoot was leagues better than it has been while staying true to who you are. Apologies for one of my shorter bits of feedback, but I don’t see much to criticize here.”
Kazim mimics climbing, probably because he’s a self mark or whatever. “Madeline, this might be your best submission to date. Genius level creativity with some really solid shoot to pair with it. Each week, you seem more and more fired up in your delivery and really in just one promo, you’ve manage to really utilize a lot of the lessons and challenges up to this point. Just a fantastic job all around with flawless execution. Great stuff!”She remains mostly still with eyes becoming more narrow and intense. “Matt, I think where you shined most here was by taking the challenge and applying it to your sweet spot. Up to this point, setting vibe in your work has been a major strength of yours and that’s still the case this week. Solid generalized shoot with a couple of really fun punchlines thrown in. Once again, vet level quality.” Matt: Not bad for an old guy, huh? “LC, quick question. Did the narrator work in post or was he in the corner of the room during? Nah, I’m kidding though...sorta. I thought your initial shoot line was a solid one and we got a pretty solid promo out of the whole thing. It’s the “I am who I am” approach and in many instances, that’s going to be the right way to go about all of this. You’ve stuck to your guns to this point and I can’t wait to see if it can carry you all the way.”
LC whistles the Pornhub melody. “Daniel, you never disappoint. No, this wasn’t the flashiest, but you did use your visual aid to drive your point home and really, what more can you ask for? You aren’t the most experienced, but you’re arguably the best pure shooter in this competition. It feels like we’re at a point where everyone left feels like a frontrunner in their own way, but I can confidently look at your primary skill as a difference maker for you.” Danny: I was made for this.Ethan Miller: With that...it’s time that we do what we must and eliminate one of you from the competition and we will do exactly that...when we return!
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Jordan
Professional Wrestler
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Post by Jordan on Jul 30, 2021 15:34:59 GMT -5
Reveal
The show returns to the sight of the seven remaining competitors in their lineup, host Ethan Miller standing in front of them just a step or two in front of the ring apron. Ethan Miller: I love almost everything about my job, except for this. Tonight, the person leaving The Search will be..
Suspenseful music hits as we see varying degrees of confidence and concern on the faces of the seven remaining hopefuls. The camera cuts back to EM momentarily as his sentence finally ends. Ethan Miller: Bozo.
The camera cuts to Bozo who’s drunken bliss shifts as his brow furrows. Ethan Miller: End of the line, buddy. Bozo: You’re really going to eliminate the CLOWN during flashy promo week?! HAH! HAHAHA! Now THAT’S funny!
Bozo falls flat on his face and vomit seeps out from the sides of his mouth. Ethan Miller: The judges have decided.A few of the on hand crew members run over to Bozo and take his “boots” off his feet while a group of medics moves in to check on him. Ethan Miller: Then there were six. Kazim, LC, Knox, Aphriya, Madeline, and Daniel. You have all survived another challenge. We’re getting closer, but before we end this week’s episode...I do have a surprise for you all.
EM pivots with the camera to look on into the empty ring. Ethan Miller: You’ve been asking for it and that time has finally come. Next week, all six of you will be competing in that ring for the first time. Be prepared, because what happens next is BIG. Until next time, this has been The Search. We’ll see you next time!
The camera zooms out and shows Ethan and the six competitors as the show fades out.
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