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Post by Admin on Jan 6, 2020 9:37:15 GMT -6
 "Mr. AMMO" Chris Mosh vs "Main Star" Ace StarrRoleplay Limit: ONERoleplay Deadline: Sunday, January 19, 2020 @ 1AM Central |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2020 9:36:26 GMT -6
5/1/2020
Backstage at the United Center,
Chicago, Illinois,
Throwdown has just went off the air...
Agent Gostaple threw down paper after paper on the table before me, we were backstage in the catering area of the United Center in Chicago, Illinois, for all intents and purposes the touchdown state of professional wrestling. Just over an hour ago I was supposed to make my debut here in Mile High Wrestling, for over a month the hype machine had been in progress, add to that signing with Stanton Enterprise. My future was supposed to be bright; it was supposed to be orange, yellow, gold, silver, and anything but black or for that matter frosty. Yet, when the commentators asked if Alastair Frost even knew my name, coming at a time when I couldn’t even tell you my name, well now I can and I will. Or rather, Agent Gostaple will. I could hear a camera start to shutter; we must be rolling here or something…
Agent Gostaple: "Ladies and gentleman, boys and girls, the kid crying down the front who has an absolutely terrible mother and all those watching around the world. What happened tonight, here on Throwdown, was an absolute travesty, an injustice and one I will seek to right in weeks to come. You were graced tonight by not any old person, not Bob from the cash and carry and not Martha serving you at the hot dog stand, no, tonight you were graced by Ace Starr. What happened next, though, was something indescribable so I won’t even try to decipher into words how I and my client feel right now.
"Agent Gostaple picks up one of the sheets on the table and flashes it in front of the screen, I can see all my details on it; it’s the contract I signed when everything was looking rosy for me here in Mile High Wrestling, I wasn’t sure if Gostaple was going to read the small print, but my ego kind of demanded he did tonight, we deserved answers and by god if this overweight man wearing a trench coat addressing a fast emptying crowd could start righting the wrongs of tonight immediately, then I was…all in.
Agent Gostaple: "So, this is the contract my client signed with Stanton Enterprise, please, if I can draw your attention to the top right of the header, it tells you when my clients representation of Stanton Enterprise began here in Mile High Wrestling.
"The camera guy gets a great shot of our injustice as he zooms in on the little inkling part which reads January 1st 2020, I wasn’t sure what my agent was trying to get at here but I wish he would hurry up so I could feel better about how tonight went down, cause it sure as hell wasn’t part of the script I or Gostaple had prepared for myself here in Mile High Wrestling. Hell, even my boss, the great Ricky Stanton had told me to get out his office straight after the match, claiming that I had embarrassed and humiliated the whole of Stanton Enterprise.
Agent Gostaple: "Ace Starr began his tenure of representation on January 1st, who in their right mind would give a world class athlete such as Ace four days to prepare for a match? It’s a shambles and every single person working for Mile High Wrestling know it, from the canteen jerkers to the staff paid five dollars an hour to take down the ring and production to that absolute buffoon and fool running this show, Mr. Robert Mack. "Agent Gostaple begins to laugh in an almost dismissive and infuriating manner, damn, it reminded me of how dismissive Stanton had been of me after my match tonight, I’m not sure if I’m even still employed at the moment, I’m too scared to ask, I turned away from a career in both basketball and professional football to be here, this couldn’t be the end, could it? I’m Ace Starr.
Agent Gostaple: "I don’t know how many world class athletes you guys see on a daily, but since arriving in Mile High we have noticed a severe lack of them, in fact, those desired world class athletes are replaced by cowards such as Alastair Frost, cowards such as Skrabz, losers like Muriko and Marilyn Manson wannabes like the rest of the coven, oh and jobbers such as our freshly announced new opponent for next week live on Ammo…’Mr Jobber’ himself, Chris Mosh. "I liked that one, ‘Mr Jobber’, I began to chuckle more as Gostaple got himself more worked up, see, every time Gostaple has gotten himself this boiled up about something, good things have always happened for me, especially the amount of credit that hits my balance. Besides, as I thought about it more, Gostaple was right, I am a world class athlete and I did deserve better tonight. I deserved a lot better, maybe these people will never realize how good I truly am, but Gostaple would need to tell them anyway, I demanded that, I demanded the peons around the world to know just how incredulously beautiful and unique Ace Starr was.
Agent Gostaple: “Ladies and gentleman, my client here requires weeks and months of preparation, what you see is a matriculated plan of world domination; that includes a steadfast diet regime, an even keel of weights, cardio and well, sex.”
Damn, he could have included the last part with the cardio, but you know what? Screw it, these jabronis fastly dismissing the next Main Starr around here needed to know how much I got laid, even if they wouldn’t admit it, Chicago was a state in denial anyway, I’m surprised I hadn’t been shot trying to purchase a hot chocolate from Starbucks earlier, coming to think of it, maybe Frosts cowardly attack was doing me a favour, saving me from the even more virtuously inane surroundings of Chicago and those who inhabit it with their disgusting vermin, I cringed even thinking about when the last time most those in attendance had showered today.
Agent Gostaple: “So, I guess next week on Ammo, we start again but not because Robert Mack has asked us to but because our official journey begins on our terms, not on the terms of some guy who looks like the front man of a terrible emo band from the 90s.”
Damn, Robert Mack looked like the poster child of a Kerrang Magazine or Rolling Stone magazine from October 1999, I never noticed that before and now I see it, I can’t un see it. Shit, I need to keep a straight face, I’m supposed to look like the serious heel right now, the bad guy sent to steal your kids cereal but I just can’t stop…laughing.
Agent Gostaple: “When we held protracted contract negotiations last month over what seemed like the most prolonged festive period ever, we told Mr. Stanton that we wanted him to put us against the best that Mr. Macks Mai Hai Wrasslin’ had to offer and well, it doesn’t take a brain scientist to figure that it might take us a little longer than we had hoped for, maybe a lot longer, but that’s fine, because every second my client is here, his bank balance fills up that little bit more and then eventually? We might even buy a share in Stanton Enterprise and when we do that? Then we can really fuck with Mr. Mack, how does moving Throwdown to 7am on a Wednesday morning sound, Mr Mack? Hell, maybe we could move Ammo head to head with NBA, let’s see those ratings pop like corn then. Or maybe, maybe we could just drop Throwdown and Ammo altogether and replace them with two hours of Ace Starr interviews, twice a week, hell, how about never before seen footage of Ace Starr going shopping on Saturdays cleaning up the poultry aisle like nobodies business…”
Now, that I would pay to see! Damn, my sore head was starting to feel better already, humour heals the heart, er head, apparently
Agent Gostaple: “So Christopher Mosh, on Ammo, we look forward to meeting you, we look forward to extending a courteous hand out to you. Here’s what you can do, Christopher, you can reach out and you can shake our hand back, we then let you keep your little tag of ‘Mr Ammo’ safe and you can turn around and head back up the ramp, you can live to fight another day or…”
I don’t like the sounds of that, I want to kick this guys ass, Ricky Stanton told me this guy has a worse win ratio than old wrestling mercenary the Brooklyn Brawler or that guy Ginger Knox who had been doing the rounds around a while back put together.
Agent Gostaple: “Or we can do it the hard way, or in the eyes of my client, the easy way. “
Now we’re talking…
Agent Gostaple: “That way, Christopher, involves you taking a Llooys of London insurance policy which will define your days from here on in, null and void. That way, Christopher, includes you never being able to walk again. That way, Christopher, involves a lot of pain and for your family, an insufferable tragedy that they know and more importantly you know, that you did not have to endure. Choice is yours, though, Christopher, choice has always been yours.
That last choice didn’t sound too fun, especially not for Chris, but Gostaple was right, it was about time people started giving me the respect I deserved around here.
Agent Gostaple: “Oh and Alastair Frost, we’ll be watching you very closely pal, some might say too close for comfort.”
Amen to that, sir Gostaple. I didn’t want to get to close to Frost, though, I had heard through the grapevine his body odour was pretty damn bad.
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