An Outsiders Challenge (Battle Royale RP)
Apr 10, 2022 19:32:25 GMT -5
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Post by hardcorehammer24 on Apr 10, 2022 19:32:25 GMT -5
Cameras pan to a backstage room of the HSBC arena in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. Jakie “The Mennonite Mangler” Wentzel stands in front of a small crowd, attired in his pre match blue jeans, black blazer and broad black boater hat. He takes a microphone and addresses his fans in a calm, even tone.
“Good day tah all yah good people, naw onst. I am normally a man off few words, but I wanted tah get tha record straight about tha future off tha Wentzel’s Warriors mission naw that CWF Warzone 1 has been postponed fer tha clear future, ant my manager, tha good Bishop Weaver hass returned tah New Intercourse in my place, naw.
I haff heard many stories sayin’ that I am going tah retire once again, but I am hear tah tell yah, naw, that this is not true, ye bist? Naw, my time with tha XHF Network hass only begun, ant naw would be tha worst time tah throw in tha towel…”
The truth was, Jakie was fed up with South America. The heat was sweltering, the native people treated him with more disdain than even the English in the states, and furthermore Jakie was homesick. The Shadowman had ordered him to stay, but he had received news that he couldn’t shake…
Rob Riot…
The very mention of Riot turned Jakie’s blood to ice. Memories flooded through him like particles of steel when he had been informed that the former owner of RSW was out of his self-imposed retirement. Jakie’s matchup with Riot had been fairly even, perhaps even slightly in Jakie’s favor, until the remaining Bastards got involved and beat him down, robbing him of his defining moment in the RSW Championship Tournament.
In that moment, he had learned a sad truth…the so called legend of wrestling was nothing but an aging husk of his former self. An old man out of prime, Rob Riot was nothing without his brawny cronies behind him. If one could separate the team, they would fall under his boot with one well-timed blow. He had done it before with Billy Fowler, he could certainly do so again.
“Ant so with that, I got a message fer that Joey Lazarus fellow with CWF…get yer pig shit in order or I am walkin’, ye bist me naw? I will fulfill my obligations to tha Conquest Wrestling Federation because tha Order requires it but I will also be traveling to tha UK in May tah compete in tha Battle Royale with WUK…”
The crowd gasps, believing that this announcement was a new contract with the UK-Based Federation. With this reaction, Jakie scowls and is visibly frustrated with the fans.
“Make no mistake, naw. I haff no intention off takin part on tha same roster as those Limey fuckers in WUK, like tha Bastards and Eddie Havok. Rob Riot had his chance long ago tah join with me, ant that chance is gone. No, that roster of has-beens ant phoneys know nothing off hard work ant devotion to tha sport off pro wrestling. But I will compete fer tha title none tha less, naw, tah show them tha errors off their ways.
Ant when I win this Battle Royale, ant I holt tha WUK championship belt, Rob Riot will have tah come ant beg me personally, an outsider, for his shitty pigfucker belt back…
Ant guess what Rob…I won’t be giving yer shitty pigfucker phoney champion belt back, no matter which off yer loser friends yah send after me. You will haff tah endure tha same suffering and disappointment you put me through years ago.
Ant the Lort will smile upon me fer vanquishing his enemies ant fer humbling those heathens across the ocean fer good.”
Jakie’s usually stern demeanor softens, melting into a snarling,sinister grin. He lets out a hearty chuckle at the thought of dominating the entire roster of WUK wrestlers. There is an uncomfortable silence that comes over the conference.
“Lazarus, you haff until May 7th tah get yer federation up ant running, because once I haff made my mark at Legacy, tha other feds are gonna come callin’ with contracts.
Tha Gauntlet waits, ant I give my word to deliver a match worthy off tha Lort’s blessing…but this Amishman is not going tah wait ferever. I haff a new Order tah recruit, ant tha Shadow Man grows impatient. Besides, given tha long history that tha Shadowman says he shares with Rob Riot, he will enjoy watching me wipe tha floor with his geriatric ass just as much as I will enjoy obliging in tha honor.
LETS GET TAH WORK NAW WARRIORS!”
With that Wentzel drops the mic,his eyes flaming with conviction. He tips his hat to the crowd, and walks silently off as the feed cuts to static.
“Good day tah all yah good people, naw onst. I am normally a man off few words, but I wanted tah get tha record straight about tha future off tha Wentzel’s Warriors mission naw that CWF Warzone 1 has been postponed fer tha clear future, ant my manager, tha good Bishop Weaver hass returned tah New Intercourse in my place, naw.
I haff heard many stories sayin’ that I am going tah retire once again, but I am hear tah tell yah, naw, that this is not true, ye bist? Naw, my time with tha XHF Network hass only begun, ant naw would be tha worst time tah throw in tha towel…”
The truth was, Jakie was fed up with South America. The heat was sweltering, the native people treated him with more disdain than even the English in the states, and furthermore Jakie was homesick. The Shadowman had ordered him to stay, but he had received news that he couldn’t shake…
Rob Riot…
The very mention of Riot turned Jakie’s blood to ice. Memories flooded through him like particles of steel when he had been informed that the former owner of RSW was out of his self-imposed retirement. Jakie’s matchup with Riot had been fairly even, perhaps even slightly in Jakie’s favor, until the remaining Bastards got involved and beat him down, robbing him of his defining moment in the RSW Championship Tournament.
In that moment, he had learned a sad truth…the so called legend of wrestling was nothing but an aging husk of his former self. An old man out of prime, Rob Riot was nothing without his brawny cronies behind him. If one could separate the team, they would fall under his boot with one well-timed blow. He had done it before with Billy Fowler, he could certainly do so again.
“Ant so with that, I got a message fer that Joey Lazarus fellow with CWF…get yer pig shit in order or I am walkin’, ye bist me naw? I will fulfill my obligations to tha Conquest Wrestling Federation because tha Order requires it but I will also be traveling to tha UK in May tah compete in tha Battle Royale with WUK…”
The crowd gasps, believing that this announcement was a new contract with the UK-Based Federation. With this reaction, Jakie scowls and is visibly frustrated with the fans.
“Make no mistake, naw. I haff no intention off takin part on tha same roster as those Limey fuckers in WUK, like tha Bastards and Eddie Havok. Rob Riot had his chance long ago tah join with me, ant that chance is gone. No, that roster of has-beens ant phoneys know nothing off hard work ant devotion to tha sport off pro wrestling. But I will compete fer tha title none tha less, naw, tah show them tha errors off their ways.
Ant when I win this Battle Royale, ant I holt tha WUK championship belt, Rob Riot will have tah come ant beg me personally, an outsider, for his shitty pigfucker belt back…
Ant guess what Rob…I won’t be giving yer shitty pigfucker phoney champion belt back, no matter which off yer loser friends yah send after me. You will haff tah endure tha same suffering and disappointment you put me through years ago.
Ant the Lort will smile upon me fer vanquishing his enemies ant fer humbling those heathens across the ocean fer good.”
Jakie’s usually stern demeanor softens, melting into a snarling,sinister grin. He lets out a hearty chuckle at the thought of dominating the entire roster of WUK wrestlers. There is an uncomfortable silence that comes over the conference.
“Lazarus, you haff until May 7th tah get yer federation up ant running, because once I haff made my mark at Legacy, tha other feds are gonna come callin’ with contracts.
Tha Gauntlet waits, ant I give my word to deliver a match worthy off tha Lort’s blessing…but this Amishman is not going tah wait ferever. I haff a new Order tah recruit, ant tha Shadow Man grows impatient. Besides, given tha long history that tha Shadowman says he shares with Rob Riot, he will enjoy watching me wipe tha floor with his geriatric ass just as much as I will enjoy obliging in tha honor.
LETS GET TAH WORK NAW WARRIORS!”
With that Wentzel drops the mic,his eyes flaming with conviction. He tips his hat to the crowd, and walks silently off as the feed cuts to static.