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Post by The Search on Jul 30, 2021 15:45:48 GMT -5
The Search Season 1 Episode 5 8/6/21 Challenge: Johnny Bacchus Pro Challenge (400 words MAX!!)Last week, competitors were asked to give their flashiest Harvey Marx inspired promo. This week, the Hardcore Champ has one of his own. Again, this is pretty straight forward. Johnny Bacchus has submitted a promo of his own on all six competitors (first post following this down below). You may pull from Bacchus promo for direct response (which is encouraged in this instance) as well as shooting directly on Johnny's previous work, matches, and whatever else you wish to say about/to the champ. 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, August 5th. 11:59PM aka midnight Eastern Standard Time.Who Is Still In The Competition?Daniel DavisMadeline WhittneyKazim MeunierAphriya Adler-WardLewis Chad PinkstonMathew Knox
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Post by The Search on Jul 30, 2021 15:49:42 GMT -5
A promo from AW Hardcore Champ Johnny Bacchus:
Check it out – Johnny Bacchus vs. the World. #ChimpMode Eight Trigrams Sixty-Four Palms. I’m gonna start with you Chad because I didn’t prep any material – they told me the Clown got bounced, and I really interpreted that wrong. You can start writing up that next bitch list and put me one, two, three, four, and five – but you step to me in this ring, after I push that smug little nose back in your face, you’re gonna cross the whole thing off and pencil yourself in the top spot. Matt knOX welcome to the big dance – the only one anyone worth the spit in their mouths here cares about. I ain’t gonna quoth the Raven ‘cause he’s a fucking bore, but once you get punked out and sulk back to being a medium fish in a tiny pond, maybe Reagan Vorhees will send you some Atticus trotter pics as consolation for the simping. Maddie, you like Warhol? Call me Valeria 6olana9 cause it’s #SCUMgang baybee. You step between these ropes, you gotta tap that Rhythm 0 to blur the line between reality and performance, so lemme get on my Joseph Bueys and explain micwork to a dead hare. See I like to take a blank canvas and hit it with that verbal Basqiat, so don’t even try me with some Banksy-ass cutesy bullshit or you’ll be leaving your sheets tomorrow looking like a Rauschenberg. You know, Warhol only did portraits of celebrities who befell tragedy – let’s pull out a Ouija board and see if he’ll mock you up one. Yo Kaz, hon hon hon sacre bleu, you brie-eating dipshit. Aphriya, you seem sweet. Maybe thats just the residual whipped cream bikini, but I don’t like being mean to sweet. So instead, I’m gonna be real with you: what are you doing here? Are you actually competing or are you just preening? Are you here to win or are you here to make friends? You don’t need to waste our time if it’s the latter. It’s pronounced “Moon-yay”, by the way. Yo, Danny Boy – Chimp Mode is calling. I want you to go back, think about everything you said week one, then look at the dude before you. Go check my back catalogue, there’s a whole bunch you can try to ape if you make it past this week. Love you, Mini-Me.
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Post by Lewis Chad Pinkston on Jul 30, 2021 16:45:24 GMT -5
**~~** Lewis is sitting down on the edge of his couch, leaning over rolling a joint. He holds it out as his scarlet haired seductress licks the joint to finish the seal.**~~**
Lewis: Hey Mom's best boy. How are you doing today? Good? That’s great. You know I saw what you said about me. And I’m just slightly confused. **~~**Lewis shakes his head and pulls out a lighter. The ember on the joint glows brightly. A heavy fog covers the room and begins to settle.**~~**
Lewis: The Bitch list is what you chose to attack? I know that you’re obviously heartbroken over not being there but here’s the twist… It's made for people who matter. To bring them down a peg or two, not for people who are into pegging. That’s not a kink shame either. All I’m saying is that it’s for people that matter. Sadly, you do not. **~~** Lewis takes a drag and passes it to his lady friend.**~~**
Lewis: I mean for real, you talk about me being a clown? Psst… let me let you in on the secret. It’s called being entertaining. Maybe you should try it sometime. Just looking at you is like looking at a teenager who is addicted to adderall and listens to nothing but My Chemical Romance, worrying about if mommy is going to catch you jerking it to her panties.
**~~** A jerkoff motion and he’s handed the joint back.**~~**
Lewis: What do you think you’re some kind of badass because you’re holding a title in Action Wrestling? Please, there are a thousand other companies out there where you wouldn’t be able to be on the ring crew. They would take one look at you and your period blood hair and say maybe next time kiddo!
**~~**Lewis exhales the smoke from the joint and picks up a Switch controller.**~~**
Lewis:This company had an open invite. Don’t get mad at me because in four promos I’ve already made everything you’ve done obsolete, undefeated or not. All I was doing was having a good time. Getting high, fucking my lady and playing video games. Then you opened your cock sucker. Congrats. The Search just found out about my other side. NEXT!
**~~** Lewis fires up the console and looks away from the camera for a second before turning back towards it.**~~** Lewis: As in, Until NEXT WEEK. Toodles cunts. Fade To Black
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Post by mattknox on Jul 31, 2021 5:16:28 GMT -5
“Jesus, and here I thought Lewis Chud was basic.”
The camera comes on to a battered, tired looking Matt Knox sitting in an apartment somewhere on the east coast. He runs a tired hand through his hair, chuckling.
“I just won a tournament, more money than I need, and a shiny new belt and trophy set. And then I check the emails from the wonderful people of the search and find that a bigger trope than I could ever hope to be has vomited a string of words at my feet for consideration and rebuttal.”
His glasz eyes shoot open, he leans forward in the chair he occupies, pointing to the camera
“You can quoth me on this, forevermore too Johnathan.”
“There’s a stigma with ultraviolence. It’s uncouth. It doesn’t take any kind of skill. It’s for the ones who can’t really wrestle. And even sitting there, draped in gold and with a spotless fucking record all I can see when I look at you is a cartoon of a joke about that trope.”
He lets out a scoff, adjusting once more in the seat before continuing.
“See, I've always respected the grit, and I’ll respect yours. Even looking so cliche and acting even moreso, you are all those things. Undefeated. Hardcore champion. Action Wrestling’s DEATH MATCH KING...but what else?”
“A child, with a toy box and a big mouth who never got the beating he deserved from a parental figure, who probably never got into a fight they didn’t immediately dirty up. You’ve never had to be the better fighter, just the tougher one right?”
He smiles then, crooked and mocking.
“Here, with me? You’re neither, kid. You’ve fallen in the deep end and i’m going to make sure you drown in it..so I'll ask you, on the precipice of violence. Finally, here we are...the same question i’ve asked these other fools.”
“Can you stop me?”
And with a lean back in the chair, crooked smile plastered on, the camera faded to black.
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Post by Kazim Meunier on Aug 3, 2021 7:39:32 GMT -5
Stereotypes!
A melodic beat plays off a subwoofer stereo.
No no, not that type of stereo.
Kazim shook his head.
How you say in English...
He thought about his sentence.
A widely held but fixed and oversimplified image or idea of a particular type of person or thing.
His English became flawless for a moment.
Example. Monsieur Bacchus in #ChimpMode. Chimp eat Banana? No no. Chimp eat many foods, even mushroom.
Not magic ones.
Monsieur Bacchus suggest I because France, dip shit in Brie?
He raised his eyebrows baffled.
Disgusting! Monsieur Bacchus go to fake French restaurant. Never put poop in cheese? YUCK!
He held in the sickly feeling in his stomach.
Monsieur Bacchus good champion ok. But his brain still half dead after barely surviving exploding deathmatch at Evolution IV. The 120 days of Pure Championship cleverness he have before disappear and instead of #ChimpMode... Monsieur Bacchus go #GoldfishMode. Why Goldfish? Goldfish not stupid, just forget a lot. Only remember every 10 seconds. Then need to remind.
Kazim learnt this from watching Finding Nemo. Good movie.
Goldfish happiest animal in the world because ten-second memory. Monsieur Bacchus should also be a goldfish.
This angle from Kazim was baffling.
It's a metaphor to encourage Johnny forget the disrespect shown by others in The Search. The only thing you should search for is me sticking my boot where the sun don't shine.
That was a ASS metaphor.
Does this count as smack talk?
Kazim legit questioned the camera person.
Where the sun does shine though, is through the spotlight glaring down on all of us, because we actually wrestle this week.
Thumbs up by Kazim.
All the training, hard work, and preparing behind the scenes can finally be shown. The pressure is on, but pressure is where I thrive. Pressure is where Monsieur Bacchus thrives. Except when he dips bum magic in cheese.
Kazim shudders once again at the thought of Johnny Bacchus eating brie dipped in shit.
Fais toujours de ton mieux même si personne ne regarde.
Translation?
Always do your best even if no one's looking.
Kazim smiled.
Everybody will look and see the best of me this week. They will look and see... Vouloir c'est pouvoir!
We waited for a translation.
I am not google translate, learn culture, learn languages, be diverse. I learning to wrestle. Not interpreter. For that is THE SEARCH!
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Post by Aphriya Adler on Aug 4, 2021 10:44:16 GMT -5
“Awe. How sweet. You think I’m sweet. That is your first and most ignorant mistake, Mister Bacchus.”
The sweet, soft voice of none other than Aphriya Adler-Ward is heard before the screen comes to life upon her. She is sitting on the edge of a ring. Unwrapping her hands. Her hair pulled into a loose and damp ponytail. Droplets of sweat drip down off of her face as her eyes focus upon the camera. Her smile, quite infectious although it seems to have some other intent behind it.
“Mister Bacchus. Mind if I call you that? Actually that doesn’t matter. I do have respect for you, but you kind of threw that out of the window when you were quote real end quote with me. What you failed to realize and see is that I have done nothing but improve week after week in this competition. I came here to challenge myself. I also don’t intend on losing either. I am not here, what did you call it? Preening? No sir, I am here to compete and be the last one standing at the end of all of this. I am a fighter and have been most of my life. My sweet, smiling and sweet demeanor is who I am, yes. But what I do is dent in people’s skulls and yank their joints from their sockets. You catch my drift? I just so happened to have been gaining popularity and a few friends on the tweet tweet thing. Where, if you remember, Pinky boy and myself got into a bit of a heated argument after the second episode of The Search. I chose to come here. I chose to put my name in the hat with this competition. Not knowing the competition. Not knowing what it would entail, all I knew then was that I wanted to be a professional wrestler.”
She finishes unwrapping her hands. Then places the nice bundled wraps on the edge of the ring right beside her. Her focus shifts to the floor, before jumping down off the apron and turns back toward the ring. A calm look falls upon her features.
“The ring. My next step. Where we will separate ourselves. Mister Bacchus, you’re a champion. You’re undefeated. And a self proclaimed King. I am none of that, yet.”
She winks back at the camera before strolling off screen before it swirls into darkness.
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Post by avantgarde on Aug 4, 2021 23:03:04 GMT -5
Three monkeys, in the classic “see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil” poses, sit in a hot oven. We see fire flash over them, before they are pulled out of the fire.
Zooming out, we see Madeline Whittney before a kiln, pulling out the clay monkey statues. She sets each of them onto a wooden table.
“Ugh. I knew that in the world of Action, I’d need to deal with my fair share of repulsive figures. But Johnny Bacchus? Nonetheless, I recognize the opportunity granted to me here. Last week I was asking for a fight, and this week I got it. So Johnny. Let’s get dirty.
How interesting that you bring up Rhythm 0, an incredible experiment that showed the cruelty of society. You seem like exactly the sort of coward who would have scratched Abramovic with rose thorns or pulled off her clothes, only to run away from confrontation when I finally walk towards you.
Johnny, for all your bravado, you are also an optimist at heart. You do your best to see the world as you want it to be. It’s an admirable quality, sure, and certainly has drawn the love of the masses. But for me, it is antithetical to everything I strive for, to portray and address the world as it is. More than that, this optimistic view will cost you greatly. You fail to truly acknowledge the impact of your actions, speeding through life towards your goals. You compare me to Banksy? Just like one of his overnight paintings, you ghosted on little Miss Mae for this lustful relationship with Addy A without a second thought. You play at being the hero who gives it all for the fans, but really, you’re a despicable, selfish manchild who can’t listen to criticism. You’re scum of the earth who plays at being artsy, exactly the type to take a first year college course and think their hot shit just because they can reference Bueys. And when it comes to this last chimp? Well, you may be Action’s Basquiat, I’ll give you that. But in the end, you’ll meet a similar end: Dead at a young age as a drug addict. And that's what it will take to finally shut you up.”
Madeline pulls out a hammer, and proceeds to smash the statues to bits, before walking out of her studio in a huff
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Post by Daniel Davis on Aug 5, 2021 22:57:04 GMT -5
Fade in.
Danny Davis is leaned up against the ring apron in the facility that has for several weeks played host to The Search. His cell phone is in his hand turned to landscape display, and the sound of Johnny Bacchus's voice can be overheard 'shooting' on our protagonist. As the video ends, Danny presses play again and watches the shoot video again. After a second play-through ends, Danny pauses, contemplating for a moment before speaking.
"Did you just say 'mini-me' and expect that to count as a shoot? Johnny, I'm surprised that you've got the guts to spend time and effort on The Search, and then only come up with that. Look at yourself. You said it yourself, you're top class in this business, and considering me to be a duplicate of that? Far from an insult, considering the arrogance that escapes every last breath.
"But let me ask you something here, bud. That focal point on ambition- is that what led you of all people to talk down to the new folks for a few minutes? What does that actually accomplish for you? The way I look at it the only reason you even know we exist, is because they couldn't find anybody else to come take a look. You think I'm convinced you want to be associated with Harvey Marx, with Ethan Miller, and with six folks fighting for one roster spot, you're out of your tree, Chimp Mode.
"For real, I think you're pretty damn good at this, and I would learn a lot from shadowing a guy like you, but I also know that you and I ain't currently in the same arenas. Our time will come to come face to face, friends or foes, and I'll show you just how much your back catalogue gives me to shoot on when that time comes, but in only so much promo time, I can't even begin to open that can of worms. You can rest assured, Bacchus. I will definitely make it past this week; The Search is just a proving ground before I sign a dotted line with Pasternak regardless of where I place, and then the real fun will begin.
"So enjoy your place the card, Chimp Mode. You've got my attention now, and once we're in the same ring I'll be Going Gorillas."
Fade out.
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Post by The Search on Aug 7, 2021 1:12:41 GMT -5
Intro
Last week, our final seven competitors were asked to answer a different sort of challenge, one from an AW pro.
With the gauntlet thrown down to give their flashiest promos to date, the participants gave it their all.
At the end, the circus left town as Bozo the Clown found himself out of the competition.
With only six remaining, we have yet another AW pro challenge as Johnny Bacchus has tasked our hopefuls with giving their best Hardcore Championship style promo.
Who will survive?
This is…
THE SEARCH
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Post by The Search on Aug 7, 2021 1:15:06 GMT -5
Opener
We cut to the inside of the training facility where the participants are in their usual lineup formation. Matthew Knox.
Lewis Chad Pinkston.
Aphriya Adler-Ward.
Kazim Meunier.
Madeline Whittney.
Daniel Davis.Ethan Miller: Week five. We’re getting there quickly. Seems like just yesterday that this was a room full of you.
EM scans the lineup. Ethan Miller: Last week, it was all about flair.
We see the clips of the various visually flashy promos followed by a clip of Bozo’s...unconventional elimination. Ethan Miller: This time, it was the Hardcore Champ who laid out a challenge of his own and each of you were tasked with responding to the best of your abilities. Each of you answered, but one of you must be sent home tonight. In fact, Johnny Bacchus will be giving the weekly feedback himself this time around.
He looks over the group and a smirk creeps over his face. Ethan Miller: Before we get to that though, we do have one more thing. Before the show went off the air last time, we told you that you would be stepping in the ring for the first time in the competition.
The competitors nod at one another, shooting fiery glares back and forth. Ethan Miller: Tonight, the six of you will be competing at the same time...in a six-man battle royal. The winner of the match will receive immunity and be sent straight to the final four of the competition! That match begins...when we return!The field continues to lock eyes back and forth as we fade to break.
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Post by The Search on Aug 7, 2021 1:16:35 GMT -5
Search Battle Royal
We return from the break with Kaz, Madeline, Daniel, LC, Knox, and Aphriya pacing around, each competitor weary of the next. There’s a quick shot of Ethan on the outside looking in before the sound of an opening bell breaks the silence. DING DING DING!!
The competitors immediately fly at each other. Knox flies towards LC, but he’s quick to dodge it and ducks underneath. As he does so, Knox finds himself brawling it out with Danny Davis and the two go back and forth and match each other strike for strike in one corner. Opposite them, Madeline and Aphriya circle each other for control. Madeline takes the conservative approach, trying to block and evade the stand up game of the more experienced MMA specialist who darts back and forth with different combinations. As the four try their best to chip away at each other, LC surveys the group before noticing he’s caught the attention of Kaz who lowers his arms and taunts Pinkston in an old timey boxing stance. The two close in and playful finger pokes to the chest become less playful and eventually turn into big hard fucking chops across the chest. Both men flinch in noticeable pain, but decide to up the ante. LC licks his palm and Kaz follows after him. LC hits a big old fuckin’ nasty chop and Kaz does the same. Neither man seems to be backing down and instead just smack the living shit out of each other for what seems like a lifetime, letting red complexions turn a nasty purple. On the other side of the ring, Aphriya has Madeline in the corner, swinging at her trapped foe with some hard kicks to the midsection. Once she has her wobbled, she turns around and bounces off the ropes for a boot, but is immediately caught by Madeline with a perfectly timed counter that flips her over the top rope and onto the apron. Madeline throws some strikes of her own and mixes in some stomps to the feet to try to loosen up Aphriya’s grip on the ropes. In the adjacent corner, Knox and Daniel are caught in a back and forth of grappling reversals. Knox wraps his arms around Daniel’s waist for the German suplex, but Daniel manages to roll behind go for a German setup of his own. Before he can get proper lift, Knox fights out with some back elbows to the ribs and frees the grip enough to pivot behind once more and shove Daniel into the turnbuckles. Danny is able to get the foot up in time to create space, but Knox locks in around the arms and yanks back for a dragon suplex that drops Danny hard. LC and Kaz are still going at it, but have slowed down significantly. The two are basically spent at this point as the chops become increasingly sluggish as we enter Bob Sapp levels of gassed. Free of his previous engagement, Knox meets the two in the middle. LC and Kaz both look at the veteran and then at each other, exchanging a more subtle “oh shit” look. Knox starts by dropping Kaz with a roundhouse and shooting a hard knee into LC’s gut. He hoists Pinkston up onto his shoulders, but LC does his best to resist and manages a couple elbows to the head which Knox manages to shake off for the most part. He moves towards the apron where Aphriya and Madeline are still duking it out, both dangling by a single hand gripping the top rope. LC finally manages to get himself loose with another elbow that brings Knox down to his knees. LC stumbles back and dashes in with a knee strike, but is caught and lifted up onto Madeline and the two collide in a pretty messy way and fall off to the mat below. Knox spins around just as Aphriya regains her foot. He charges in with his right shoulder, but Aphriya manages an improvised headscissor that pulls Knox over and out. Aphriya quickly scrambles back in through the middle rope as Knox looks on in shock while Madeline and LC are still coming to from the nasty fall. In a moment, the remaining participants in the match is cut down from six to just three. Aphriya pushes up in one corner, Daniel in another, and a beaten and bruised Kazim in a third. Aphriya smiles from ear to ear as she looks between the two and gets to her feet. She takes off and tumbles through towards Kaz with a rolling thunder that connects perfectly. With another roll through she’s back to her feet and quickly turns back towards her other opponent only to find he’s now directly on top of her with his right arm extended out. He connects as well and clotheslines Aphriya over and out. She gets to her feet, pacing back and forth in frustration. Daniel looks at his feet where Kaz lay. He bends down and yanks Kazim back up. Danny looks at the deep purple marks across his chest and delivers another chop for good measure that sends a hard crack echoing through the gym. He smirks and goes for another, but Kaz manages to pull Danny in for a guillotine submission out of nowhere. With the energy he has left, Kaz squeezes down as hard as he can and the two struggle towards the ropes. Danny starts to fade momentarily, but delivers a swift stomp to the feet that loosens the hold. A beaten Kaz leans on the ropes to catch his breath, but Daniel is quick to cut him off. Danny grabs hold of Kaz’s throat now and hoists him up towards the rope. Not getting all of the lift on the chokeslam, he finds himself caught once more by Kaz’s guillotine reversal. With the move locked in and himself halfway over the top rope, Kaz cranks back out of instinct and hoists Daniel over the top rope. In a dramatic tumble, Kaz falls onto the apron and barely catches himself with a foot hanging above the mat outside. DING DING DING!! Kaz comes to and manages to sit up. Daniel’s eyes lock in on Kazim as Ethan chimes in while the other four competitors look on from various spots around the ring. Ethan Miller: Kazim Meunier! Congratulations! Props all around to all six of you on a competitive outing. Kaz, not only will you be advancing this week, but you will receive a bye next week as well. Submit a promo, don’t submit a promo. It’s your call. However, you are going straight to the final four, my friend.
EM nods at Kaz who pushes up to the outside with his hand placed tenderly against his bruising. Ethan Miller: Now, I know promo advice is probably the last thing you want to hear following your first taste of in-ring competition against one another, but it wouldn’t exactly be a competition if you weren’t kept on your toes, would it? Ladies and gentlemen, stick around. We’ll hear some thoughts from the Hardcore Champion..when we come back.
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Post by The Search on Aug 7, 2021 1:19:38 GMT -5
Breakdown
The show returns to Ethan standing in front of the usual talent lineup. The envelope has been opened up and in his hands is the single sheet of paper. Ethan Miller: Welcome back, folks. We’re nearing the end of a rollercoaster episode of The Search, but first, I’ve been given thoughts from Johnny Bacchus on this week’s promos. Let’s get to it, shall we?“Matt Knox. You’re a veteran, and that shows in your voice. You have swagger and panache, and a lot of people here could learn from you on that. That said, this promo is defined by a glaring research failure. I understand why you went the way you did – it’s easy to go at anyone in a No DQ division in such manner. The problem is, I made my name in the Pure Division, which was defined by strict rules and didn’t even pick up a weapon until the belt unification match a few months ago. Before that, I won solely through knock out and submission. This is a swing and a miss, and unfortunately you staked your promo on that swing.”
Knox doesn’t react with much exterior emotion at all as he seems fixated on Ethan. “Kazim Meunier. I gave you one sentence, and you did more with it than anyone else here did with far more. At times you were funny, at times cringe, and at times poignant but above all entertaining. I have no critique, this was the best promo of the bunch.”
Kazim smiles and bows. “Huey Lewis. I’m gonna be straight: this ain’t it. You’ve got your style, you’ve got your swag, and when it doesn’t work it’s painful to hear. You also did not do your research, and before you cry unfair I’m going to point out that your promo against an openly LGBTQ+ member of this roster included comments about getting pegged and sucking d***. That’s juvenile at best, homophobic at worst, and you’re being given the benefit of the doubt that this was lack of knowledge because the alternative does not fly in this company. Beyond that, you shot off the hip, being the very first off the line. That can be awesome if it lands, but if you miss everyone just wonders why you didn’t take a moment to aim. You should’ve taken a moment to aim. Additionally, the decision to talk down on the level of competition in a company you’ve entered a reality game show to get on is baffling. If you think a champion here isn’t fit to be a ring boy somewhere else, go to that place and don’t waste our time.”
LC rolls his eyes a bit, tilts his head, and holds up the pointer through ring fingers on his left hand. “Aphriya. You capitalized on the errors of my promo, stayed true to form, and you made a believer out of me. You’re right – I have watched you get better every week. You could use a little more grit and press on the gas a bit. You’re a fighter, and while I believe that, I wish I could see that intensity in your mic work you show in the ring. It’s alright if bubbly is your personality, just know when to get hard.”
She runs her fingers through her hair, that familiar feeling of wind down anxiety creeping overhead. “Madeline. Your imagery was excellent, reminiscent of Reagan Vorhees. Vorhees is a dead-eyed psycho, but she’s champ for a reason. Two weeks in a row we’ve seen you show a masterful understand of visual, which is expected of anyone calling themselves an artist. This promo on the other hand is rough. When someone checks you on your gimmick, there are two ways to respond: up the ante and prove you know it better than them or completely ignore it. You cannot take a tepid, defensive stance like you did, especially considering you had quadruple the mic time and still didn’t knock back every single one. You can say I came across as someone who went through art history 101, but you came across as you didn’t. Escalating from a handful of art references to attacks on my personal life is a beginner’s mistake that a veteran will correctly deduce as weakness and go for the kill on. There’s no way to put this nicely: you got checked.”
Madeline looks to both sides of her, trying to get a feel for the room as EM moves on. “Mini-Me. You took a condescending promo, refuted it, and stayed amiable. This is the quality lacking in so many of the so-called Good Guys of this industry, and you should be commended for that. No matter where the Search takes you, I look forward to seeing you on Clash one day. That said, your shoot lacks teeth. There’s a very fine tight rope to walk over being intense versus an asshole, but I think you shied away too much. You’re a good dude, but you don’t gotta be too nice to a guy giving you a verbal noogie. Food for thought next time.”
In a more familiar nod to recent weeks, Daniel looks down at his own boots and back up towards our host. Ethan Miller: Now...we’ve gotten our first taste of action, we heard from our pro. Now, it’s time that we bring this down to a final five. The judges have spoken and their decision will be revealed...right after this.
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Post by The Search on Aug 7, 2021 1:21:26 GMT -5
Reveal
The show returns the six remaining competitors in their lineup formation. We see a shot of each, Kaz looking particularly pleased with this week’s events. Ethan Miller: Guys, this is it. Let me start by saying, it’s an honor to be able to stand here in front of the six of you and be able to say that I’m looking at six future stars, all of whom I hope we see in an AW ring in the future. I’ll remind everyone watching at home that due to Kazim’s win in our battle royal, he is safe and will be moving onto the final four in two weeks. Still...we have to send someone home.
EM’s expression grows more serious. Ethan Miller: That someone….is...
The suspenseful music hits and we get another series of close ups before the camera stops on a single participant. Ethan Miller: LC.
An audible sigh of relief comes from multiple contestants as Ethan continues looking forward towards LC. Ethan Miller: It’s been a pleasure, but the time has come. LC: Search or no Search, LCP is a star. Smoking hot girlfriend, massive following that just keeps getting bigger. Just know, I’m going to make every single judge regret the call.He neglects to remove his boots. Instead, LC turns and waves with the back of his hand as he makes his way out through the door. Ethan Miller: Final five, everyone. Kazim, Knox, Aphriya, Madeline, and Daniel...you all move forward. I hope you all learned a lot from tonight. Next week...you get back in the ring and it will get tougher. Until next time, this has been The Search. We’ll see you next week!
The camera zooms out and shows Ethan and the top five as the show fades out.
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