MNM#4 - Single's Match - Ryan Harrison vs. Hutt Anderson

[JMay187]

Roleplay here for the single's match featuring Ryan Harrison vs. Hutt Anderson.

 

[-TJ-]

Selling Out

"The Anderson Evolution" airs throughout the arena as Hutt Anderson walks down to the ring. He is expressionless and he is wearing A nice suit and tie. It's custom done and Anderson is fixing his tie as he walks down. Anderson is already holding a microphone in his hands. Anderson finally enters the ring and waits for his music to stop before he talks.

Hutt Anderson
Well, I was told by our very esteemed GM to come out here wearing a suit, but just like you people. I hate suits.

Anderson rips his suit off as the fans give him some cheers. Under Anderson's suit, is his singlet and a White T-Shirt, with Hutt Anderson on it, saying "The One and Only Enforcer." Anderson smirks and begins to talk again.

Hutt Anderson
You know one more thing I hate? When wannabes enter this great sport and try to shove their ideas, beliefs, and practices down your throats when you want to watch wrestling.

The fans clap as Hutt stares into the crowd. After the cheers die down, Hutt begins to talk again.

Hutt Anderson
Just like many of the superstars backstage, and even most of you fans, I like a good fight!

Fans cheer and clap again as Hutt returns the microphone to his mouth to speak.

Hutt Anderson
I preach what I believe, not what I want you to do. Finally, finally, finally you fans see what I've been trying to preach in regard to a faction known as the Red Shield Mafia.

Fans boo as Hutt shakes his head with a sigh. Once the boos die down, Hutt begins to talk again.

Hutt Anderson
When I wrestled BPB Fury, I thought I found the worst of the worst, but these kids are just unknowing of their future and are just trying to get their foot in the door. When I wrestled Loki, I thought that he would be the worst of the worst, but i give him credit for being a fighter. He's just a little woozy in that head of his. But I found the perfect team for an example of wannabes trying to poison our future. Trying to poison what wrestling truly stands for. It makes me as sick, if not more, as you fans.

The crowd claps as Anderson finish. Anderson nods in approval and begins to talk again.

Hutt Anderson
They win a match against Petey and I using the oldest trick from the book. Petey and I had completely dominated that match and showed you fans why we are wrestlers..... And not talkers.......

Fans remain still as Hutt puts the microphone down and sighs.

Hutt Anderson
But you two Snoop Dog, Slim Shady knockoffs knew you were beat, and went so low as to cheat to win the match. You deprived these fans of wrestling, and turned to those silly street tactics that get you no where in life.

Hutt points to the crowd and spins around slowly as he says his last sentence. The crowd claps along and starts to cheer as Hutt stands still in the middle of the ring. Hutt nods his head as the crowd's cheers die down. Hutt begins to talk again.

Hutt Anderson
You know, I made a mistake. I sold out to you fans.

The crowd gets still as Hutt sighs and begins to speak again.

Hutt Anderson
I wanted The Red Shield Mafia in a rematch, but our General Manager, Montana wants to put me in a match with Ryan Harrison.

The crowd boos, they obviously want Hutt and Petey to face the Red Shield Mafia again. Hutt puts his head down and talks into the microphone.

Hutt Anderson
And..... I accepted.....

The crowd boos again as Hutt just shakes his head. Hutt begins to talk again.

Hutt Anderson
But I want you to listen here. Mainne and Nero, your days are number. Sooner or later you will answer to these fans with the help of my fist.

Hutt holds his fist up to the camera with an intense look. The crowd cheers again, they can't wait. Hutt stops and begins to talk again.

Hutt Anderson
The crusade to get rid of the poison in the IWF starts now, but unfortunately for me, I'm facing a kid with tremendous talent, but hasn't really got off the ground. Ryan Harrison.

Nearly every girl in attendance, and some of the rest of fans go wild to the name Ryan Harrison. Hutt smirks as he begins to talk again.

Hutt Anderson
This kid has it all. He's extremely good looking, as I can tell by all of your cheers ladies.

The girls in the crowd yell at the top of their lungs as Anderson laughs. Hutt then begins to speak as the cheers begin to die.

Hutt Anderson
He has the strength, he has the speed, and finally, he has the ability to become the next big thing here in IWF!

The crowd claps as Hutt claps too. Hutt finally stops to speak again.

Hutt Anderson
But, sadly, there is one fault with this man. This man is letting his recent fame get to him. Just last week he was being..... Somewhat...... Egotistical for being in the main event of a show.

The crowd remain still as they don't know if they should cheer or boo.

Hutt Anderson
Now, he's special, for the fact that he's egotistical and you fans love him. That takes a certain amount of skill to do so, but he assumes and he talks. I don't like that. Ryan, I'm sure your day will come in this business, but it won't be this week. I hope you give me all you got, because I want you too do so. After we steal the show, the process of removing the poison that is The Red Shield Mafia, will begin.

Anderson drops the microphone and the crowd cheers as "The Anderson Evolution" Airs throughout the arena. Anderson raises his hand in the air and leaves the ring and finally up the ramp.​

 

[cronulla_sharks]

The scene opens in a small dimly lit room, with nothing but a mirror hanging off the back wall, and infront of the mirror sits a small wooden stool. From off screen, a door can be heard creaking open, followed by some footsteps which continue to bounce off the small enclosed space of the room. The source of the footsteps are still to emerge. The footsteps get closer, and closer, until into the view of the camera steps Ryan Harrison. Ryan looks around taking in the appearance of the dimly lit room. Ryan then moves closer to the camera, looking over the camera to a person situated off screen.

Ryan: "Mate, when I was asking for a place of privacy, I did not intend for a small hidden room, that is almost completely dark! What the hell did you think we were going to get upto? Look! I don't fly that way. So camera boy, whilst the room will have to do, up the ante of the lights!"

From off camera, some footsteps are heard and then the lighting increases. As so, more of the small room is visible.

Ryan: "Yuck! Murky, dusty ... but it'll have to do!"

Ryan walks over to the mirror, and turns his back briefly to the camera so that he can look at the mirror. Ryan sighs.

Ryan: "Hmph... this is embarrassing. Look what he's reduced me to! Look what that flying freak has reduced me to!"

Ryan turns away from the mirror; turning to face the camera.

Ryan: "This was a completely new IWF! A brand new IWF! A new world, a world that needed new stars. No more were the so-called legends of old going to rule. No! Now they had to earn their spot again. They were no longer the leaders of the IWF! No! Everyone was starting from equal, as we all fought for our place here in the IWF. And I was more determined than anyone. My desire, my attitude; everything about me had changed. I was winning matches at will, I was here to prove myself, to show that I could compete with the other former legends of the IWF. That maybe I was indeed an upcoming star that was shooting through the stratosphere. That I would maybe become a face of the future of the IWF. I removed the Raven. I defeated Jayson Raven and a wannabe boxer quite easily in my first match back; to show that I hadn't lost a step. That I was indeed a potential star in the making. And not just on the victory sheet. No. My appearance had changed, I didn't just look common anymore, I finally realised that maybe it was time to be myself. Yes, I looked like a rock star, I acted like a rock star; hell I moved like a rock star! But finally, I didn't live behind my veil, which I had recently explain. A veil that I once used as a drug. That's right, you heard me exactly right and whilst that sounds weird, let me explain that reference."

Ryan moves around the room, his hands placed upon his head before turning to focus at the camera again.

Ryan: "I depended deeply on my charade, on my veil, on my make believe. I never hated people, I didn't and whilst I loved myself, I depended on my charade and on my acting ability to give me something to believe in. Was it a lack of confidence? I don't know. But I wanted to stand out, I wanted to be different. I wanted to be extraordinary. And for a while it felt that way. But eventually, I joined the crowd. I became common, I became basic, I became just another face."

Ryan stops for a brief second; turning away from the camera as he continues to speak.

Ryan: "During this time I started to feel terrible, in essence I felt like crap. And what I thought would be my solution was to stand out; to change. I needed to stand out, I needed to differ from the rivals. I needed to feel different from my peers. What I was feeling, it was enough to drive me from the original IWF. I didn't want to be around this area anymore, I couldn't. I felt disgusted with myself and everyone around me."

Ryan turns to face the camera once more.

Ryan: "And thus my life changed. I went on hiatus. I sat in my apartment, living off the leftovers of the wage I had earned in my previous venture with the IWF. My hair grew, and so did my stomach. My muscle and flexibility began to withdrew itself from my body and I became weaker. Oh, I was still stronger than most men but if you had of placed me against any of the current IWF talent, I would have easily been the weakest. Hours to days, and still nothing changed. Days to weeks and my hair continued to grow and my once earned strength and style departed from me. Weeks turned to Months and the hair on my face grew without style or purpose and the point of it all was nothing. I had nothing to do, nothing to live for, nothing to chase after. With the IWF announcing that it would be on an indefinite break, with the possibility that they may never return, what was I striving for? All the other promotions were too small for someone like me. I knew that I would not be happy there."

Ryan moves around the stool in the middle, extremely close to the camera; the passion of his words now obviously etched on his face.

Ryan: "But what? What if I was truly unhappy because of who I was the whole time; not what I had become during my period off? For so long, I believed I was happiest when I was degrading the scum of the IWF, degrading the people who opposed me. For example, people like Jayson Raven. These people tried to oppose me, and I took to them. Why? Because I had to have the advantage. I had to teach these people who desperately wanted to defeat me, that they were at the very least a rung below me. Obviously I failed because as you fans of the IWF have seen Jayson Raven is such a nitwit that his simple mind cannot simply comprehend this small matter. Constantly attacking me even though I have reached a higher level. Constantly attacking me, even though since the creation of the new IWF, I have surpassed him in every single way. Yet Jayson, he does not learn. He constantly attacks me, he constantly tries to make his presence felt. Jayson you try, and you try and you try yet again; yet for someone who tries so hard, for someone who tries so constantly, you continue to fail. If we were to measure you on your greatest attribute it would indeed be your ability to fail; and that measurement would be off the chart."

Ryan, still close to the camera, smiles for the first time in a long time.

Ryan: "Oh Raven, do you not see, that my wrestling ability has surpassed yours? Was this not clear to your fragile, feeble mind when I defeated you and created a crazed psychopath in the old IWF? Was this not drilled into you, you off the wall, crazed bird loving freak, when I managed to defeat you and some other commoner in our first match in the reformed IWF? No, obviously not! My wrestling ability has improved, my wrestling style though varying from what it was once, is still greater than yours and you will never understand this. I understand that you will never allow this to enter your mind until you defeat me."

Ryan once again moves away from the camera, turning his back towards it as he does so. He then turns to the camera, this time a fair distance away from where he previously was. From a fair distance away from the camera, the smile is now so large that it is very obvious.

Ryan: "But what happens, my flying freak, when that day never comes? What happens when you are unable to make me tap, to put me down for the 1, 2, 3? Will you continue to attack me in my matches, attempting to stop me moving onto greater success by preventing me from earning the 1, 2, 3? From making my opponents submit? Is this all you are capable of? Is this all you are able to do? For how long will this satisfy you, my crazed flying freak? For how long will this keep you happy? Because we both know that I am moving up, that I am meant for greatness, whilst you my friend, have to work harder than most of the men in this company to even think about greatness, to even think about success.

"I mean; and though this is my ego talking, and by the way Raven, I blame this brief, unstoppable return to my asshole, egotistical nature squarely on your head, I deserve success. Look! I was competing against the best wrestlers in this company. I was facing and at one point beating Captain Enigma. I was facing Adam Freeman, putting on a five star match, competing with him and giving him an opponent worth facing. I was one of 8 men chosen to compete for the IWF World Title; then again that status means little to nothing as you were also one of the 8.

"But otherwise I was a star, a true rising star. Now look where I am. That's right, I am now facing Jabba the Hutt Anderson. That's right, Jabba the bloody Hutt Anderson? And look buddy, I don't mean to offend you, because you are at the beginning of your career and you seem like a decent guy with a hell of a future in front of him but in comparison to Mr. Enigma and Adam Freeman, you are at this point a change of pace. Though feel confident because you are a talent much higher than Jayson Raven, and that's only at this point of your career. You are almost easily much more intelligent. Smart enough to realise that arrogance unfortunately lives within me, yet the crowd seems to like me. Smart enough to realise that I can get by on looks, but that I want to prove myself; making a match of everything. And like myself, last week you came up short. And whilst that's unfortunate I now have you on my plate for this week; and I desperately want to win.

Ryan runs his hands across his face. He sits down on the stool, which is located in the middle of the room. He sighs, with his eyes looking up. Ryan then takes a deep breath before looking back at the camera.

Ryan: "So, now I'm facing you Mr. Anderson. And am I angry? Yes! Am I frustrated? Yes! Do I feel like I've moved into a phase of my old personality? Yes! Look Jabba, you may be bloody nice, talented and intelligent guy and thus far you may bring a damn good performance to the table each week, but I saw an immense opportunity when the IWF reformed. And because of a flying Raven's unhealthy obsession with me, my potential success has taken a few steps back. But my friend, you now have the opportunity to prove me wrong and to make your career rise in an instant."

Ryan moves off the seat, moving closer to the camera as he does so.

Ryan: "I want to face a competitor with the talent of Captain Enigma. I want to face a competitor with the skill of Mr. Freeman. I want to face someone who will beat me 1, 2, 3 without the assistance of a lonely, gothic freak. Jabba, if you do this on Monday or you provide a great contest, which I'm sure you will do, I will gladly look into this camera and say I was wrong, that Jabba is one of the rising stars of the IWF, he can compete with anyone, and he deserved none of the bad mouth, arrogant comments that a very tired and pissed off Ryan Harrison gave to him. But buddy, you've still have got to prove me wrong. And you'll do that, as I said, by beating me or putting up a great contest. Because the losses I've had recently had been induced by a freak, that has an unhealthy obsession with flying rodents and me. The losses have not come of my own accord and though I have two additional losses to my name in the last two weeks, I will be looking to make amends. I will be at the best of my ability this week as I seek to confirm that I deserve that spot at the top of the card. That I deserve to compete for the title. This week I hold my future firmly in my hands. If I lose, its of my own accord. If I lose, I lose happily to a rising talent. If I win, I managed to beat a rising star and I'll feel damn good about that. Oh the company will notice you and then we'll part ways ... for now. I'll go and clip the wings of my Raven and you'll take down that Red Shield Mafia.

"So future, what will it be? Reach out Ryan, do you want to be the star you keep talking about? Do you want to be the future of this company? Do you want to see your name on the IWF Title, strapped over your shoulder? Hmm.... my future is in my hands; the future is now, my future is now. I bid ye adieu."

Ryan, now very close to the camera, reaches over across the camera before the screen goes to black.