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Post by Franky Higgs on Oct 10, 2007 13:58:54 GMT -6
Post all rp's for this match here.
RP deadline is Tuesday, October 16 @ 11:59 PM CST.
2 point bonus (one per handler) for rp's which score above a 10 posted by Friday, October 12 @ 3:30 CST.
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Post by Casanova on Oct 16, 2007 17:20:07 GMT -6
“What the hell do you mean, Fayetteville? You told me that you’d got me a contract with one
of America’s brightest up and coming promotions. Then you ship me off out here to godd*mned
Arkansas.”
Pause.
“You’re my agent, Steve. I pay you to look after my interests. It’s not in my interests to be
wrestling in front of handfuls of hillbillies in Hickville, USA.”
Pause.
“I don’t give a damn who comes from Arkansas. Bill Clinton, Mike Conley Junior, Wallace
Spearmon, General f*cking MacArthur, and most of all you Steve, can all kiss my *ss.”
Casanova hangs up his cell phone and tosses it onto the bed in his hotel room.
"Godd*mn it." He sighs to himself, standing with his hands on his hips looking at himself in
the mirror.
His moment of contemplation doesn’t last long as there’s a knock at the door. Casanova grabs
the handle and yanks the door open suddenly.
“What?”
“We’re here from RCW. You’re booked in to record a promo for the network.”
“All right, get in.”
Casanova grabs the camera man by the collar and drags him into the room. He’s followed closely
by the sound technician who scurries along behind avoiding Casanova’s pained gaze.
“So where should we set this up, sir? Personally, considering the lighting, I think we should
have you standing over…”
Casanova interrupts.
“Look here you redneck peons. I’m not in a good mood. I’ve got better things to be doing with
my day than playing entertainer for you and your highschool-dropout buddies. So just roll the
damn camera and I’ll be on my way to the gym and you two can go home and sleep with your
sisters. Are you hearing me?”
“Loud and clear, Sir… and we’re rolling in 4… 3… 2… … …”
Casanova is still in a jeans and t-shirt and unwashed after his flight from New York. His
dreadlocked hair hangs down half covering his face as he looks deeply into the camera.
“Razorback Championship Wrestling is about to make history. Never before has there been such a
case of ‘big fish in a small pond’ as exaggerated as the one that will take place this
Wednesday. Casanova, one of the biggest stars in the sport, will step into the ring at the
Fayetteville Boys and Girls Club… just picture that for a moment.”
“I have wrestled the best this business has to offer. I’ve been right to the top of the game.
I’ve headlined events that are so big they’re too expensive for the average Arkansas resident
to even order on Pay-Per-View. And now, when I’m at the top of my game, in peak fitness, at the
pinnacle of my career, I somehow find myself jerkin’ the curtain in a territorial promotion,
opposite a local drunk.”
Casanova inhales deeply through his nose. He sighs as he exhales, as if trying to release the
anger calmly.
“This Wednesday I face off against… I face off against….”
Casanova looks pained.
“I face off against… No, I can’t do it. I can’t bring myself to say his name. He doesn’t
deserve the publicity. I’m not going to say it and let this nobody make a name for himself from
this one-off match. His name isn’t important… all that matters is that I will be in the ring,
and when I’m in the ring its all eyes on ‘Nova. I will beat this bum from one side of the ring
to the other. I’ll beat him so bad his own mother won’t recognise him. Then when I’m done
beating his sorry *ss I’m going to hit The Novabomb and pin him. 1.. 2.. 3.. I’ll come back to
my hotel room and make a hot cup of cocoa. I’ll put my feet up and watch some Seinfeld re-runs.
I might even take the stairs up here instead of the elevator just so I break a sweat.”<br>
“The fans are happy because they got a glimpse of the infamous Casanova. The drunk S.O.B. I’m
facing is happy because he took a beating from the biggest star he’s ever seen… and I’ll be
happy because with the curtains drawn, watching Seinfeld, I can pretend I’m somewhere other
than godd*mn Arkansas. Everyone happy? Good. Now get the hell out of here.”
Casanova pushes the camera man to the ground and the transmission turns to static.
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