SD 37: Jonathan Page vs Chris Sinclair

[Ben Jacobs]

NOTE:
AJ and I have decided to start a new rule here in RCW to try and motivate early rps. THUS, your first rp MUST be posted by Friday, April 17th @ 11:59 PM CST. If you do not get your first rp posted by then, you will recieve a -2 point penality on your overall rp score.

RP deadline is Tuesday, April 21st @ 11:59 PM CST

Match & segment deadline is Wednesday, April 22nd @ 8:30 AM CST.

[High Society]

Arriving amidst a sh*tstorm of controversy and antagonistic feeling he had reacquainted himself with the world of professional wrestling, or, more specifically, the fans and employees of Razorback Championship Wrestling.

They were forced to sit up and take notice as he exhibited his own unique brand of British elegance and ruthless aggression. It seemed somewhat ironic to him that after over a decade of provoking wrestling audiences across the continent and using their vitriol to establish a reputation for himself it had taken a simple three count against substandard opposition to remind them just who he was and what he was capable of. Admittedly he’d had some “assistance”, but the outside help was merely his way of levelling the playing field. After all, Cletus had the advantage of home soil and the Beauchamps had already shown earlier that evening that they weren’t above bending the rules. Where Early and cousin Dewey were concerned anything could have happened; the fact that it didn’t was irrelevant.

Anyway, he thrived on controversy. Some found comfort in the roaring of the crowd, the approval of the masses. Conversely, he found inspiration in their disapproval, their hatred. It served as an important reminder to him that he was better than them, their violent opposition to his actions an indication of their low intelligence and lack of sophistication. He felt it his duty to educate them. A man of his social standing was obliged to enlighten those less worthy than himself. THAT is why it was crucial he beat Cletus. It was a declaration of his intentions. A manifesto in wrestling etiquette. A shining example the disillusioned could take heed from. Well, that or a bloody good laugh. In truth he enjoyed alienating people.

Nevertheless, all this is not to say he’d escaped the match unscathed. On the contrary, he felt quiet violated by the actions of the so called “Kentucky Pride”. Every time that depraved creature laid his grubby hands on him he felt sick to his very stomach. Severe action was required. With this in mind we cut to our hero, recuperating from his ordeal as only he can…



Woman: More oil Sir?

Page : Please, please. Call me Mr Page. Calling me Sir makes this sound like some sort of sordid business transaction.

Woman: Sorry, Mr Page. Would you like some more oil?

Page: Please.

[The woman reaches under the table and pulls out an unlabeled bottle. She pours some of the contents onto her hands, rubs them together and proceeds to massage the oil into Page’s thighs and calves. The camera manoeuvres round the woman and focuses on Page’s obscured face]

Page: One down but countless others to go. Last Wednesday I demonstrated just why Razorback Championship Wrestling is so lucky to have me among its ranks. In the blink of an eye I dispatched with one of the organisation’s senior representatives and gave the paying public a lesson in elegance and style in the process.

My only regret is that I didn’t savour the occasion more. Had I known the rest of the card was going to be as disappointing as it was I might have been inclined to give the fans a little bit more. Maybe if I had tied one arm behind my back we could have made a competition of it. Then again when you’re in the ring with a wretched animal such as Cletus Beauchamp your only thoughts are in ending the sorry ordeal as quickly as possible.

[Page sits up and removes the flannel from his face before throwing it across the room. His features are masked in moisturising cream and slices of cucumber rest over his eyes. Removing the cucumber he looks directly into the camera]

Page: As you can see, Cletus’ disgusting tactics have left me with no option but to take the most drastic of measures. When he buried me deep into that… that… that vile pit of despair I saw my life flash before my eyes. I felt contaminated. Violated even. Fortunately Jonathan Page is a man with only the very best resources available to him. So here I am, cleansing myself of the vile stench that seems to have clung to me ever since that fateful Wednesday night. I'm enjoying some well earned rest and relaxation.

[Page turns his eyes towards the woman, a wry smile crossing his lips]

Page: That is not to say I am unprepared for my upcoming match. I am informed that Chris Sinclair, “The Pure Original” as he likes to be known, is the next member of the RCW roster graced with the daunting task of getting into the ring with me this Wednesday. But please, Chris, if I may call you Chris, don’t let the sense of occasion overwhelm you. Treat this as the valuable lesson it is. A learning curve if you will. I understand that it will be a great privilege for you to be able to square off with your hero Jonathan Page and I hope for your sake that the match lasts long enough for you to enjoy it.

Now, many people would take this air time as an opportunity to ridicule your Canadian heritage, Chris. But as a foreigner myself I can totally identify with your patriotic fervour. National pride is a wonderful thing and Canada is undoubtedly a very noble and beautiful country. Certainly many remember the loyalty you showed to us Britons during America’s professed War for Independence. However, I am not a man who believes in living in the past. To put it bluntly, what have you done for us recently?

It confuses me somewhat that a man who proclaims himself to be a “Pure Original” hails from a nation of imitators. Canadian nationalists such as yourself Chris insist they are culturally different from the United States but as far as I can see this isn't entirely true. You’re all subject to the same lurid television programmes that profess to reflect reality but in fact provide a platform for the giggling idiots who think they're the most important people in the world. Pampered, egocentric worms who degrade themselves in a vain attempt to secure their fifteen minutes. Are you any different, or indeed, any more deserving of the attention they receive? You listen to the same music, you watch the same films, you both take it upon yourselves to corrupt the English language! At the end of the day it doesn’t really matter because I guarantee that Wednesday night will be an education. In short, I will put you on the map my friend. You may be a big name here in RCW but that doesn’t mean much in the grand scheme of things. A match with Jonathan Page will provide you with the kind of exposure you’ve only been able to dream about until now. And you know, there’s really no need to thank me. Educating the masses is a responsibility I’ve taken it upon myself to fulfil.

Until this point in time you’ve only seen glimpses of my full potential, but this Wednesday at Southern Dynamite you will come to realise that I am quite evangelical in my quest to enlighten the overweight, brainless hoodlums that flock to see this humble little organisation.

[Page clicks his fingers and the blond disappears off screen briefly. She returns, handing him what looks to be a towel. He unravels the fabric to reveal a Canadian flag and proceeds to wipe his face with it, covering it in moisturising cream]

Page: Oh and before I go, Mrs Sinclair, don’t think I’ve forgotten you. This Wednesday night I’ll show you how a true gentleman treats a lady.

[With that Page begins to rise from the table. As he does so the towel round his waist begins to slip. The camera fades before he is exposed]