Adrenaline Episode Eighteen: Donnie Trix v Eric Snow v Abram Vance

[Pete]

Tbird Bout: Crime & Punishment
Match Type: Singles
Stipulation: N/A
Time Limit: 20 Minutes (1 RP cap)
Donnie Trix v. Eric Snow v Abram Vance['b]

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[The_King]

Abram Vance: Roleplay #1 of 1
The Rise (Part 3) [Televised]

The cameras cut to the backstage area where Abram Vance and ACW Interviewer and Vance’s long-time friend Christopher Martello relax in the International Champion’s locker room. Vance sloppily sits on a steel chair while Martello, donning a full suit, sits awkwardly on a wooden bench. Martello has a smile on his face, suggesting the two have made amends over their recent issues. As usual, a bottle of Jack dangles from Vance’s hand. On his lap rests what appears to be an I-Pad. The camera zooms in on the champion’s face revealing unkempt scruff over his face and dark, purple bags under his eyes. He attempts to hide his lack luster appearance with a pair of Ray Bans and a drawn hoodie. Martello breaks the silence between the two as Vance takes a swig of Jack’.

Christopher Martello: “Where you been?”

Vance smiles his cheekily and barks out a sarcastic response.

Abram Vance: “Didn’t ya’ hear bout’ my injury?”

Martello bursts into laughter and immediately fires back with a playful response.

Christopher Martello: “My ass!”

Vance joins in on the chuckle before continuing with the banter.

Abram Vance: “Why’d ya’ think they had me stand old Johnnie up last week?”

Vance winks, tipping off Martello that he was kidding, and Martello laughs accordingly. Abe turns his attention to the I-Pad on his lap but makes sure to position out of Martello’s and the camera’s view. He extends the bottle of Jack’ towards Martello and politely offers.

Abram Vance: “Wanna’ swig?”

Martello waves off the offer, and Vance takes another sip before dropping it on the ground beside him. The bottle somehow lands perfectly as a wicked smile crosses Vance’s face. He quickly stands from the chair and drops the I-Pad where he previously sat. Martello’s gaze immediately turns to the screen, but Vance steps in his line of vision and barks at him.

Abram Vance: “Let’s get a drink. I need ta’ celebrate.”

Before Martello can respond, Vance puts a hand on his shoulder and shoves him towards the door. The two quickly exit the room, and the camera immediately zooms in on the still lighted I-Pad screen. It captures what appears to be an email to Vance.

I’d <3 to help u out Abe!
I’ll be there. XoXo.

The screen fades to black.

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OOC: Just typed up something quick since the other don't look like they're showing. Originally had something else planned, but I’ll save it for next card.​

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