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Post by Admin on May 16, 2018 13:34:02 GMT -6
Mile High Wrestling Championship Qualifying Match
"The Master" Issac Combes
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Ripley Roleplay Limit: 2 Roleplay Deadline: Wednesday, May 23, 2018 @ 2AM Central |
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Post by Deleted on May 21, 2018 23:30:59 GMT -6
Issac walks around the gym, approaching various machines as a montage of large weights being used are shown, most stopping short of 270 lbs at maximum. At the end of the montage Issac sits on a bench in a locker room, a towel draped over his shoulders.
"So, you're a pro huh? I've seen plenty of pro this and thats in my time. Just cause you got a pedigree, don't mean you can't be taken down by the local junkyard dog."
He stands now still addressing the camera,
"Experience got you this far, but I've got experience too. And mine was at a higher cost, you mess up once and it'l cost you more then just a hospital stay and some bed rest."
He walks out of the locker room with the camera following him out.
"I'll make sure you have a good time in the ring, a nice nap perhaps in the center. make a good stone on my path to the throne here please."
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Post by ripley on May 22, 2018 21:00:09 GMT -6
We see Ripley sitting at a bar in Denver. He looks to be enjoying himself as he’s wearing his Mark of Failure shirt and has a small glass with whisky in front of himself. He looks over into the camera.
Ripley: Well Mile High Wresting finally had its first show last week and I think has gotten off to a strong start. Everyone really looked to push themselves and put on a crazy show. My favorite part is that I’m the one that got the first win in the first match of a new company. Feels kinda cool. Do hate that it came at the expense of Chris Mosh, dude seems really cool. He actually became one of my favorite people I’ve ever fought. He really pushed himself and that caused me to push myself. I like that. I just wish I could remember more of the party that happened.
He shrugs and takes a sip of whisky.
Ripley: This week it looks like there won’t be any partying, well if my opponent gets his way. Issac Combes. “The Master”. I know Mr. Combes saw my match week just like I saw his and yeah, I gotta say his match was pretty much a display of his power. I just hope he knows that he’s not going to toss me around that ring. Yeah, I like to have a fun time when I can but when the bell rings I’m all business. Last week it probably looked like I was having a good time in my match and I was. It was because Chris Mosh is the type of wrestler I love fighting. There was that mutual respect and we just wanted to do the best we could. We wanted to show the world just how skilled we are. I think we did that.
Ripley knocks back the rest of his whisky and has a more stern look on his face as he continues to stare into the camera.
Ripley: So, “The Master”? You had some strong words to say. I know you’ll back them up, well I hope you do. Don’t go trying to judge me yet, though. Last week I was in the ring with someone I now respect because there was a mutual respect building going into the match. I’m guessing you’re looking to not just beat me but hurt me. Go ahead and try. Before I came here I’ve been through many matches with scarier guys than you. Everyone of them did their best to keep me down on the mat but I don’t stop fighting until I physically can’t. I have the scars to prove it. I don’t want to sit here and talk about the past though, I want to talk about the future. Like, how in the very near future I’m going to fight you and beat you. After that I’m going on to win the Mile High Championship. There won’t be any smiles from me during our match but don’t think I won’t be enjoying myself kicking your ass.
He walks away. Fade to black.
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Post by Deleted on May 23, 2018 0:43:45 GMT -6
Issac sits with his back to the camera, he appears to be humming along to something as the camera begins to pan around to his front.
"Well now, of all the responses I could of expected, cordial was not one of them." He stands before continuing, "Playing out our parts becomes a touch harder when we start crossing the aisles with each other you know, things keep it simple with shades of grey being left out of it. Things nice and simple, that's a good way to look at things."
He reaches down to where he was sitting and picks up a small box. "I thought of something recently, something to help keep things simple. People started asking me, what are you a master of? I thought it was obvious, I am a master of whatever I want. Perhaps I needed something more though." Opening the box shows a ink pad, like the kind one would use for fingerprints only much larger. "So I devised this little trick here, all I do is push my palm on it," he says while doing so, "And viola, instant marking." Lifting his hand he brings it down hard on the bench, the ink leaves a handprint on the spot as he closes the box smiling
"So now that I've got this I think I'll be leaving my brand on a few things, what you may ask, well anything that catches my fancy. Who nows, maybe we can't really be friends after all this, but I won't let you leave the ring without something that's for sure."
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