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Roleplay here for the Main Event featuring CMS vs. Nic Stone in the Quarter-Finals of the IWF Championship Tournament.
MNM#4 - MAIN EVENT - IWF Championship Tournament CMS vs. Nic Stone
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The camera fades in once again to the ‘Paramount Presence’ logo before showing the face of IWF Superstar Nic Stone standing in front of an IWF Studios logo and wearing his trademark jeans along with a black T-Shirt and sunglasses hooked onto his shirt. Stone stares intently at the camera with only momentary interruptions as he chews gum before beginning his promo.
Nic Stone: It looks like the prayers and well wishes have finally been answered as Nic Stone has been hand delivered his invite into the IWF Championship Tournament and what a night it is going to be. For weeks I’ve been cementing my legacy as a man who does not back down from a challenge and a man who wants to face the best competition because I’m simply better than them and now that all begins to be known as the progress I have been making in order to achieve my ultimate goal. There is no doubt in my mind that I will walk out of this tournament with that IWF Championship around my waist and wear it proud unlike my opponent this Monday.
Stone runs his left hand through his perfectly set blond hair before placing that same left hand in his jean pocket. Stone’s gum chewing slows as his jaw begins to chomp down in a circular motion before he continues.
Nic Stone: CMS is the most sorry excuse for an IWF superstar that I have ever seen in my life. And no to anybody who wants to say it, this is not a dream match, this is a no contest. Nic Stone is simply better than CMS in every facet of my game. Where do you want me to start? The name, nobody gives a damn that you only know three letters in the alphabet and nobody cares that the inner city education you got as a child failed you. Sorry Carlos, but the capital letters don’t work for just anybody let alone a guy like you. You’re a common street thug who belongs nowhere near a wrestling ring and this Monday I will prove myself right. I don’t think you seem to understand the urgency that you’re going to need to have if you want to stand a chance against me. I am on the hottest run of anybody in this company and I am ready to step up into the next round to claim what is mine and that is the IWF Champion.
Stone reaches up and moves his sunglasses, still hooked, from one side of his shirt to another.
Nic Stone: What makes you think you’re in my league? You’ve won championships sure, but other than that what exactly have you amounted to in your career? Just some stand in, nobody that the people will never pay to see. The fans don’t want to see some “ese†from the streets, they pay to see a Shining Star and this Monday that is exactly what they will get. This isn’t meant to scare you, Carlos, it’s meant to help you get prepared for the most physically and emotionally demanding match in your life. If you want to stand a chance you will jump on that treadmill, work your cardio, study the only two matches I’ve had here in the IWF and pray I make a mistake, I won’t. They can talk about students of the game, I invented the game. I am the most dedicated performer in this business inside as well as outside the ring. I prepare every minute of every day, every waking second of my life is focused on my next opponent and reaching my goal of being the IWF Champion which is now just a few matches away.
A sound of air being blown is heard as Stone launches the gum from his mouth out somewhere off camera with a long spit. Stone’s face turns to a smile as he doesn’t stop piling on his arrogance.
Nic Stone: IWF Golden Boys and stacked odds couldn’t stop me the past few weeks and even when I wasn’t booked I brought myself back on the card and now once again to the main event. I have said it before and I will say it again, I am the most talented superstar that this company has ever seen and the one thing I need to prove that is the world championship around this waist. The moment that championship is strapped around my waist it will be for the better of the company, if it were up to me I would have a one night tournament so I can just get this all over with in a short time period. The day I become World Champion is the day that the IWF finishes it’s climb back to the top and sits on the apex of the wrestling industry.
Stone’s hand made the sign that IWF would be back on top of the mountain and as he drops his hand back to his side.
Nic Stone: Congratulations, Carlos, you just drew the worst possible first round match in this tournament. You’re heading into the main event of Monday Night Mayhem against a guy who excels at everything, a guy that is hungrier than you, and a guy that is more talented than you. I’ve talked for weeks about the IWF Championship being mine and it’s just a matter of time before it’s in my possession but now all of that is coming true. Monday night begins the journey of Nic Stone to the IWF Championship and once I am champion there is no looking back. Carlos, this isn’t a public service announcement, I’m not here to modify these ‘s attitudes and I’m not here to raise awareness, I’m here to let every single person in this company and watching around the world that they’re looking at the next IWF Champion. I demand respect and nothing else, throughout this tournament if I have to earn it, I will, not for you people or my peers but for myself. You will respect me and you will remember my name. I am Nic Stone, your next IWF Champion.
Stone glares at the camera as he takes his sunglasses out from his shirt and hooks them on his ears before the camera slowly fades out.
Nic Stone: It looks like the prayers and well wishes have finally been answered as Nic Stone has been hand delivered his invite into the IWF Championship Tournament and what a night it is going to be. For weeks I’ve been cementing my legacy as a man who does not back down from a challenge and a man who wants to face the best competition because I’m simply better than them and now that all begins to be known as the progress I have been making in order to achieve my ultimate goal. There is no doubt in my mind that I will walk out of this tournament with that IWF Championship around my waist and wear it proud unlike my opponent this Monday.
Stone runs his left hand through his perfectly set blond hair before placing that same left hand in his jean pocket. Stone’s gum chewing slows as his jaw begins to chomp down in a circular motion before he continues.
Nic Stone: CMS is the most sorry excuse for an IWF superstar that I have ever seen in my life. And no to anybody who wants to say it, this is not a dream match, this is a no contest. Nic Stone is simply better than CMS in every facet of my game. Where do you want me to start? The name, nobody gives a damn that you only know three letters in the alphabet and nobody cares that the inner city education you got as a child failed you. Sorry Carlos, but the capital letters don’t work for just anybody let alone a guy like you. You’re a common street thug who belongs nowhere near a wrestling ring and this Monday I will prove myself right. I don’t think you seem to understand the urgency that you’re going to need to have if you want to stand a chance against me. I am on the hottest run of anybody in this company and I am ready to step up into the next round to claim what is mine and that is the IWF Champion.
Stone reaches up and moves his sunglasses, still hooked, from one side of his shirt to another.
Nic Stone: What makes you think you’re in my league? You’ve won championships sure, but other than that what exactly have you amounted to in your career? Just some stand in, nobody that the people will never pay to see. The fans don’t want to see some “ese†from the streets, they pay to see a Shining Star and this Monday that is exactly what they will get. This isn’t meant to scare you, Carlos, it’s meant to help you get prepared for the most physically and emotionally demanding match in your life. If you want to stand a chance you will jump on that treadmill, work your cardio, study the only two matches I’ve had here in the IWF and pray I make a mistake, I won’t. They can talk about students of the game, I invented the game. I am the most dedicated performer in this business inside as well as outside the ring. I prepare every minute of every day, every waking second of my life is focused on my next opponent and reaching my goal of being the IWF Champion which is now just a few matches away.
A sound of air being blown is heard as Stone launches the gum from his mouth out somewhere off camera with a long spit. Stone’s face turns to a smile as he doesn’t stop piling on his arrogance.
Nic Stone: IWF Golden Boys and stacked odds couldn’t stop me the past few weeks and even when I wasn’t booked I brought myself back on the card and now once again to the main event. I have said it before and I will say it again, I am the most talented superstar that this company has ever seen and the one thing I need to prove that is the world championship around this waist. The moment that championship is strapped around my waist it will be for the better of the company, if it were up to me I would have a one night tournament so I can just get this all over with in a short time period. The day I become World Champion is the day that the IWF finishes it’s climb back to the top and sits on the apex of the wrestling industry.
Stone’s hand made the sign that IWF would be back on top of the mountain and as he drops his hand back to his side.
Nic Stone: Congratulations, Carlos, you just drew the worst possible first round match in this tournament. You’re heading into the main event of Monday Night Mayhem against a guy who excels at everything, a guy that is hungrier than you, and a guy that is more talented than you. I’ve talked for weeks about the IWF Championship being mine and it’s just a matter of time before it’s in my possession but now all of that is coming true. Monday night begins the journey of Nic Stone to the IWF Championship and once I am champion there is no looking back. Carlos, this isn’t a public service announcement, I’m not here to modify these ‘s attitudes and I’m not here to raise awareness, I’m here to let every single person in this company and watching around the world that they’re looking at the next IWF Champion. I demand respect and nothing else, throughout this tournament if I have to earn it, I will, not for you people or my peers but for myself. You will respect me and you will remember my name. I am Nic Stone, your next IWF Champion.
Stone glares at the camera as he takes his sunglasses out from his shirt and hooks them on his ears before the camera slowly fades out.
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Scene opens pitch black, altough this obscurity is soon broken by an IWF logo, gold and blue. Slowly, the I transitions into a C, the W into a M and the F into a S, completing the morphing, maybe foreshadowing, of IWF into CMS. Dark turns slowly into light and we are in an alley. Theres a couple of trash cans, some cardboards thrown on the floor and acting as a background so to speak a brick wall. Shading some light into this weird setting and even if announced as something related to him, unexplained until now, appears CMS. In an indumenta that could very well earn IWF some ¨stereotype¨ remarks, CMS appears with a bandana, some low hanging jeans and a white wifebeater. Theres a chain around his neck, that even if the intention seems to be of mockery, the jewels on it are nothing but real. As the camera zooms on his face, he even seems to be rocking a grill on his smile.
CMS: Nic Stone, thats the name of the competitor Im going to face this Monday Night when finally my dreams start to materialize and I come closer to the IWF Championship. I managed to my hands on that little, cute video you recorded addressing me and well, it is sort of my duty to answer you back isnt it? In all the nonsense rambling you made, you, ha, you actually tried to insult me by calling me a street thug.
A thug.
Do you think for one second I am not proud of where I come from? I have never been shy of hiding my origins, and this right here, dark alleys, streets, a hard life, a tough childhood, those are my origins, thats where I come from. You want to call me a street thug, go ahead, I wont take offense in that, I may go ahead and take pride, because if anything, it reflects my past and my struggle to get where I am now, and its precisely my past that will give me the upperhand when I enter the ring with you Nic.
CMS paces around in the alley, walking a few steps. The camera follows him.
CMS: You claim to be faster, better, smarter than me. I cant deny that. Not because it isnt false, but because I have never been in the ring with you. Maybe youre in fact right and Im wrong. Maybe you are all those things you claim to be, maybe you are in fact just one match away from reaching your goal of being the champion, maybe you arent what I so rightfully think you are, just another loudmouth, dyed hair arrogant punk trying to make a name of himself with despair and as fast as they can because they know its only a matter of time they become nothing more than a footnote, a name with no relevance whatsoever in the history of professional wrestling. Maybe I am wrong...but what if I am not.
CMS finally stops walking and faces the camera again.
CMS: All I know Nic, is you are spending the last couple of hours before our main event match talking about my name, my swagger, if I am a street thug or not, essentially all you have done is run your mouth and maybe, just maybe, youll have to keep your words soft and sweet because you may have to eat them. I could play your game as well. Come out here, tooth my horn running the list of superstars Ive beaten, read my resume to all of you and trust me, its way more impressive that working up a mic on Mondays and acting as if your the goddamned Babe Ruth of wrestling, I could say that its been quite some time since I have been pinned in a wrestling match, so long that Ive forgotten how that feels, hell, I could even try to be funny and cute and expose you as the gimmick infractor you are as you have clearly stolen my nickname of ¨Monday Night Mayhem´s Shining Star¨ I used to have not so long ago.
CMS stares at the camera fired up, having gotten excited in this last segment of his speech. He rips of the grill on his teeth, rips the bandana of his head and tears the wifebeater of his torso.
CMS: But I am not going to do any of that Nic, that would be falling to your level. It makes one wonder how you need to talk about being better than me to feel it. Nic, you might be better, faster, stronger than me, but you damn sure arent hungrier than me. Its been too long since Ive hold gold around my waist, and the IWF Championship its just a long time coming for me.
You talk a good game, you could have the skills to back it up, but as far as Im concerned, when Mayhem comes to its end of transmissions and the announces rave about the amazing main event they just witnessed, they will be praising one man and one man only...the winner of the match, CMS.
CMS seems to be about to walk away but he turns around and talks to the camera once more.
CMS: I almost forgot, you claim to have invented the game...who says we will be playing your game? Kid, whether you like, or you dont, one way or the other, youre getting your bigger than life moment.
CMS walks away this time for good.
CMS: Nic Stone, thats the name of the competitor Im going to face this Monday Night when finally my dreams start to materialize and I come closer to the IWF Championship. I managed to my hands on that little, cute video you recorded addressing me and well, it is sort of my duty to answer you back isnt it? In all the nonsense rambling you made, you, ha, you actually tried to insult me by calling me a street thug.
A thug.
Do you think for one second I am not proud of where I come from? I have never been shy of hiding my origins, and this right here, dark alleys, streets, a hard life, a tough childhood, those are my origins, thats where I come from. You want to call me a street thug, go ahead, I wont take offense in that, I may go ahead and take pride, because if anything, it reflects my past and my struggle to get where I am now, and its precisely my past that will give me the upperhand when I enter the ring with you Nic.
CMS paces around in the alley, walking a few steps. The camera follows him.
CMS: You claim to be faster, better, smarter than me. I cant deny that. Not because it isnt false, but because I have never been in the ring with you. Maybe youre in fact right and Im wrong. Maybe you are all those things you claim to be, maybe you are in fact just one match away from reaching your goal of being the champion, maybe you arent what I so rightfully think you are, just another loudmouth, dyed hair arrogant punk trying to make a name of himself with despair and as fast as they can because they know its only a matter of time they become nothing more than a footnote, a name with no relevance whatsoever in the history of professional wrestling. Maybe I am wrong...but what if I am not.
CMS finally stops walking and faces the camera again.
CMS: All I know Nic, is you are spending the last couple of hours before our main event match talking about my name, my swagger, if I am a street thug or not, essentially all you have done is run your mouth and maybe, just maybe, youll have to keep your words soft and sweet because you may have to eat them. I could play your game as well. Come out here, tooth my horn running the list of superstars Ive beaten, read my resume to all of you and trust me, its way more impressive that working up a mic on Mondays and acting as if your the goddamned Babe Ruth of wrestling, I could say that its been quite some time since I have been pinned in a wrestling match, so long that Ive forgotten how that feels, hell, I could even try to be funny and cute and expose you as the gimmick infractor you are as you have clearly stolen my nickname of ¨Monday Night Mayhem´s Shining Star¨ I used to have not so long ago.
CMS stares at the camera fired up, having gotten excited in this last segment of his speech. He rips of the grill on his teeth, rips the bandana of his head and tears the wifebeater of his torso.
CMS: But I am not going to do any of that Nic, that would be falling to your level. It makes one wonder how you need to talk about being better than me to feel it. Nic, you might be better, faster, stronger than me, but you damn sure arent hungrier than me. Its been too long since Ive hold gold around my waist, and the IWF Championship its just a long time coming for me.
You talk a good game, you could have the skills to back it up, but as far as Im concerned, when Mayhem comes to its end of transmissions and the announces rave about the amazing main event they just witnessed, they will be praising one man and one man only...the winner of the match, CMS.
CMS seems to be about to walk away but he turns around and talks to the camera once more.
CMS: I almost forgot, you claim to have invented the game...who says we will be playing your game? Kid, whether you like, or you dont, one way or the other, youre getting your bigger than life moment.
CMS walks away this time for good.
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