Post by Justin Case on Aug 11, 2020 7:27:24 GMT -5
"A Fired Up Ass Whoopin'!"
( MATCH INFORMATION )
W-L-D Record: 0/0/0
RP Number: 001
Event: AWF Prestige 57
Show Date: 8/11/20
Next Match: Justin Case vs. A Bunch of Bitches
Stipulation: Fired Up Free For All
AWF Accomplishments: N/A
-Scene One-
Bow To Your Sensei!
Bow To Your Sensei!
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
8/11/20
8/11/20
[[ - The scorching summer sun illuminated "The City of Champions", Pittsburgh on this fine day. The clouds were out, traffic was busy, and the world seemed as hectic as ever. On the south side of the city, a small, run-down YMCA building could be seen just barely standing. AWF cameras were on the scene, capturing what looked to be a recruiting flyer on the front of the door. - ]]
[[ - It was eye-catching, that's for sure. Venturing inside the building, a hallway could be seen, leading into a set of steps, with the door in front of it being the dojo of Case Kwon Do. The master himself, Justin Case, stood in a dirty, stiff looking ring, as three of his brightest pupils stood in front of him. - ]]
Justin Case: Alright LADIES, the AWF dweebs are here, so you better show your absolute BEST! Role call! Rob!
First, a chubby looking Mexican with a mustache looked around confused.
Jesús: But my name's Jesús-
Justin Case: DON'T TALK ABOUT MY JESUS! You're ROB!
[[ - Justin shot him a real serious look, and "Rob" sighs. - ]]
Rob: Here.
Justin Case: You remind me of a pendejo with the same name. Anyway, next up, is A-Aron.
[[ - A skinny teenager with freckles, stubble, and some glasses looks at him, about to say something. - ]]
Justin Case: Don't even start with me four eyes.
A-Aron: Here.
[[ - Finally, a girl with some frizzy hair, piercings, and goth makeup, who looks totally uninterested matched her expression with a scoff. - ]]
Goth Girl: Let me guess, I'm like... Vincent Draven or whatever?
Justin Case: Psh, no. You'll be Vagina Dick.
Vagina Dick: What the actual fuck.
[[ - Justin turned away, his hands behind his back before he took a moment to look at the camera. - ]]
Justin Case: As you may know, before you is THE premier professional wrestling academy known throughout the United States; The Justin Case Wrestling Academy! Such greats, hell, legends, have been trained here, such ass... me! Myself! And who could forget I? That's right baby, I'm self-trained. And after a few years, I decided to open up a school so that the YOUTH of TODAY could be the GREATS of TOMORROW! Before you is Rob, A-Aron, and Vagina Dick, my proteges! But enough about these dick-weeds, let's talk about something serious; me.
[[ - Vagina Dick was clearly not amused, while A-Aron nervously adjusted his shitty little elbow pads. Justin rolled out of the ring from under the bottom rope, clasping his hands together near his torso before looking at the camera.- ]]
Justin Case: Now, I know what you're thinking; "jeez, who's this Justin Case guy? Acting like he's the shit". The truth is, I am the shit, and unlike all of the other douche-bags in the Fired Up Free-For-All, I actually know how good I am from day one. I didn't need to go around and "discover" who I am after a bunch of trial and error. Is it confidence? Yeah. Is it cockiness? God damn right it is! And why shouldn't I be? Why shouldn't I demonstrate my God given talent to you, the people? If you got it, flaunt it.
[[ - Vagina Dick snickered. - ]]
Vagina Dick: Got what?
[[ - Case snapped his head back. - ]]
Justin Case: GOT YOUR MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE LOOKIN' ASS DOIN' 50 PUSH-UPS! NOW!
[[ - Vagina Dick groaned, getting down for push up position while weakly lifting herself up. Case looked back at the camera, as if a light bulb went off in his head. - ]]
Justin Case: Ah, that fits with what I'm talking about! See, I look around the AWF locker-room, I see the champions, the guys who are supposed to represent the company, and it's a sad, sad day to see someone like Vincent Draven as champ. If you go back in the archives, and pull up one of his first ever promos, you'll see that daddy-issue having soy-boy quoting HP Lovecraft. Quotes are already puke inducing in the first place, but as he nervously spoke, his little skinny jean wearing legs shaking back and forth, he failed to realize he was quoting a complete racist. Google HP Lovecraft's cat's name, and you'll get the picture. Pretty questionable if you ask me...
Justin Case: But besides your unfavorable choice of quotation, it’s about how pathetic you really were starting in this company. Time and time again, match after match, it was the same boring edgy promo videos that any e-girl on the internet would eat up. It worked for you sure, but it seriously took you awhile to find any type of real success. I get it, it doesn’t happen over time, especially in YOUR case, but that’s what separates us. See, I did the homework pal, I know who you are, what you’ve done, and just how far you’re willing to go to defend your “hard work”, but I’ve found my groove before even coming here. Confidence is key, and mix that with skill that’s going to blow you and everyone away, I’ll be like Speedy Gonzalez winning this whole thing, and trust me, beating you isn’t going to be that much of a roadblock.
Rob: But Speedy wasn’t a wrestle-
Justin Case: 100 CRUNCHES FAT BOY!
[[ - Begrudgingly, Rob took his place on the mat and began his slow crunches, barely able to move because of his gut. - ]]
Justin Case: But hey, you see one edgelord, you’ve seen ‘em all. Unlike the make-up you wear and the dark clothes you got from the local Hot Topic, you’re not that unique bud. But before you take another quick slice at your wrist there, let me move on to Rob Garcia, a guy who just LOVES to have a fun ol’ time. I’ve heard you name other places Robbie-boy, and it’s pretty cute you’ve adopted this “King of Extreme” moniker. I’m pretty sure a king has to, ya know, have some type of royalty, but that’s not the case with you at all. Instead, you offer comedy straight out of a terrible, terrible sit-com with inside jokes that only you in your little head can get, but yet, try to pawn it off to people like it's an insult at the part where you remember you're supposed to PROMO. But hey, you do you bro. Word to the wise though, some originality and a new sch-tick would help out a bit if you're ever plannin' on being something worth talking about. Your little rom-com with The ShitVenants is cute, but as long as you're ok with being looked at as a sub-par member of the roster, then you're doing fan-freakin'-tastic. My unlimited brand of ass kicking doesn't fear your two-bit sarcasm, and I sure as shit don't feel fear against a guy who can't even promote himself with some actual thought put into it. "King of Extreme" is probably plastered all over that angel-fire website you made back when you were just a little kid, typin' away at a keyboard with that terrible nickname in one of those gross, uncultured, basement dweller groups called "e-feds". Ugh. You were probably just as annoying online as you are in real life, minus the blessing your fellow neck-beards had of not being able to see your rat-like face. You want this win in the Fired Up Free For All to be your crowning achievement, right? Well guess what? That's not what's going down. You won't win. You might hate it, but you can't do a damn thing against this little thing called fate. And you know what's going to happen after you lose? You're going to be back to square one, pullin' your little jokes again, and trying to do find some relevance once again, and you'll keep trying to imitate what I've perfected. That's the art of trash-talk, and that's what's gonna guide me to the top of this company, amigo.
[[ - Justin smirks at the camera, before A-Aron adjusts his glasses and speaks. - ]]
A-Aron: I actually like Rob Garci-
Justin Case: SQUATS UNTIL YOU SHIT YOURSELF!
[[ - A-Aron groans in sadness, as he awkwardly began squatting. - ]]
Justin Case: As for the rest of the "competition", consider this a warning before you speak my name. Because I can, and will, obliterate you with my words, because it doesn't matter if it's Vincent Draven, Rob Garcia, or hell, any of these other bums from these other companies, I'm going to go all the way here, and I'll beat anyone in my way to prove Case Kwon Do is the ULTIMATE style of fighting. You don't have to love it, but when I win this whole damn thing, you sure as hell are gonna have to accept it. Case? Closed.
A-Aron's Anus: BRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPP
Vagina Dick: & Rob: Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!
[[ - Suddenly, the sound off-camera caused Justin to look over with a scowl on his face, his nose scrunching up at the foul odor. - ]]
Justin Case: Already? SHIT!
[[ - Literally. With that, the scene faded to black, thus ending the debut promo package of Justin Case. - ]]