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Post by Admin on Oct 4, 2021 11:12:37 GMT -6
 'Champion vs Champion' Match
El Diablo Blanco vs "Mad Dog" Mark WrightRoleplay Limit: ONERoleplay Deadline: Saturday, October 16, 2021 @ 7AM Central |
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Post by eldiabloblanco on Oct 15, 2021 16:52:48 GMT -6
MHW Good Times Tour
Indiana - 10/10/2021
El Diablo Blanco is standing in the middle of the ring as the crowd is going absolutely insane. “Mad Dog” Mark Wright and Ripley have both been sent to the outside and are trying to gain their footing. The crowd rises as El D pumps them up calling for something big. He’s going for a big dive. Just as he’s ready to bounce off the far side of the ropes, he slips and lands face first on the mat. The fans don’t know what to think but they soon realize what just happened. “That Bitch” Jansen Myrrh is ringside and grabbed the ankle of the Backyard Phenom. El Diablo Blanco doesn’t have time to react to what just happened when Jansen Myrrh enters the ring and looks down at the MHW Phoenix Champion. Positioning the champ’s head between her thighs, Myrrh lifts him up and delivers a stiff Myrrh Driver to El Diablo Blanco. He crumples in a heap, immediately rolling to the outside of the ring. Jansen Myrrh gets up from the mat and rolls to the outside as well. She flicks the crowd off and spits on El Diablo Blanco as she takes off just as quickly as she came in.
MHW Elevation Ep. 1
10/13/2021
The crowd is chanting “El D, El D, El D!” as the MHW Phoenix Champion ascends each turnbuckle from the apron. He looks around at all the fans with a smile stretching from ear to ear. He looks down at “The Louisville Slugger” Flick Whittenstock laid out on the mat. El Diablo Blanco stretches his arms and legs out as he dives off the top rope with Feeling Froggy. When he connects, the fans go into a frenzy. The referee drops down for the count, 1...2...3. That’s all she wrote for the Louisville native making his debut for Mile High Wrestling. After the match, El D reaches out to give the young man a hand up. El Diablo Blanco helps him to his feet and gives him a big hug in the center of the ring. El D looks out at the crowd and raises the hand of Flick Whittenstock.
Later that evening
El Diablo Blanco is in the dressing room, still semi dressed from competing earlier tonight. With a white towel draped around his neck and hanging down on his chest, El D sits back on a bench and is removing his tennis shoes. Abi Rose walks into the area and walks straight over to El Diablo Blanco, giving him a hug, before sitting down next to him.
Abi Rose: El D, my man, my Brother.
El Diablo Blanco: Sister Abi, always a pleasure. What brings you here tonight?
Abi Rose: Business per usual, El D. Someone has to tackle the hard hitting stories.
El Diablo Blanco: There’s none better for that job than you, Sister. Listen, Sister, you like to put the spotlight on up and coming talent. Let me introduce you to someone just making it in the business.
El Diablo Blanco motions off screen for someone to come over. It is none other than “The Louisville Slugger” Flick Whittenstock who gives Abi Rose a handshake before taking a seat next to El D.
El Diablo Blanco: Flick here didn’t just make his debut for Mile High Wrestling tonight on Elevation but actually his in-ring debut anywhere. That’s right, Sister, tonight my man made his professional wrestling debut.
Abi Rose: Wow, that is actually quite remarkable. Congratulations, Flick. I do have to wonder, though, how you managed to finagle a spot on the show if you have no experience.
Flick Whittenstock looks as though he doesn’t know what to say and instead turns to El Diablo Blanco.
El Diablo Blanco: Well, Sister, I guess the cat is out of the bag. Good ol El D called in a favor to the Macks to get Flick an opportunity. We were asking for a hand up, not a hand out. You see, Sister, what no one else has known up until this point is that El Diablo Blanco has started training some of the youths of today about what it takes to step through those ropes. If you remember, at the beginning of this year, I won the inaugural Roth Invitational Tournament. In doing so, I also came into the sum of one million dollars. With those funds I started a charity, purchased some property with a ring and even ran my own wrestling show. Young Flick here was one of the ten people that attended that backyard wrestling show I put on and that evening he stopped me to see what it would take for me to train him in the art of professional wrestling. You know this more than anything, Sister, I’m no spring chicken but I’m also greener than freshly laid sod. Flick here came a knockin and I ain’t someone to turn others away. There were many people that took a chance on good ol El D so why not reciprocate that love. I let him know I am still learning myself but I will pass along the knowledge I have come to know from the great GOAT Farm Wrestling School. We’ve been working together since February and tonight was the culmination of all those months of hard work. I’ve never been prouder to say that I had a hand in training young Flick Whittenstock.
Abi Rose: That is quite the accomplishment and I hope to see you around these parts again, Flick.
Flick simply nodded his head at Abi before stepping away.
Abi Rose: El D, while I am here with you I do want to bring up your match this week at Throwdown. I know you’ve got a big match against Jansen Myrrh in two weeks and just this past weekend she got involved in your triple threat match so your mind must be on her but this week you’ve got a rematch against “Mad Dog” Mark Wright. The last time the two of you faced off it was an incredible match that went back and forth. Previously, it was to determine the number one contender to the Ultimate Title. This time it is a non-title champion versus champion showcase match. You’ve got to be amped being in there with a good friend of yours.
El Diablo Blanco: It’s true, Sister. We’ve broken bread many times together and that last encounter was nothing more than a showcase of the immortals. In the time since we last fought I’ve taken on Skrabal Stanzas. I’ve come up short in my quest for the Ultimate Title against the War Queen Leah Aguero. I’ve won back and retained the MHW Phoenix Title in two of the most grueling matches I’ve ever been in against Bullet. Still, with Mark Wright, one thing has remained consistent: He remains the MHW Throwdown Champion. Many have come for that belt. Believe me, Sister, there were some times when I thought someone just might up end the Mad Dog and yet time and time he comes out the victor. He’s one of the best that we’ve got around here but more often than not people take one look at that far off gaze, the camouflage, they focus on the verbal tirades that Sunny tends to put on. They look past him because he doesn’t fit the bill of what a “pro wrestler” should look like. Well, Sister, they’ve said the same about me more than a time or two. What sets Mark Wright apart from so many others, and what bonds the two of us together, is the fact that he makes it known exactly why he fights so hard in this sport; his family. We’ve heard from all walks of life about what drives a man or woman to do this. At the bottom of it all, many will come to the conclusion of supporting family but no two people outwardly make it known more than “Mad Dog” Mark Wright and myself. There’s respect in that, Sister.
Abi Rose: We’ve heard on many occasions about the brotherhood between Mark Wright and yourself. Sunny, on the other hand, has had a difference of opinions on you before.
El Diablo Blanco: Sunny is old school, Sister. He’s looking out for his investment. I’d be blessed to have a hype man as good as Sunny; despite his backwards thinking sometimes. We’ve got to grow with the times but all too often Sunny tends to stick his foot in his mouth and Mark is stuck back peddling on what Sunny has to say. He means well, though, Sister. He petitions for his man to get the opportunities that aren’t just handed to us. I can diggit, Sister.
Abi Rose: As we’ve seen previously, that mutual respect is left at the door when it comes to Mark and yourself when that bell rings. Can we expect similar this go around?
El Diablo Blanco: Both Mark and I know that no matter how many times we drop each other on our heads, no matter how many times we get caught up in the emotion and used closed fists, no matter if there’s an errant tights pulling we’re doing this to support our families. The respect is there but the pleasantries go away in favor of getting that W, Sister. It’s like Isabela Merced says. You gotta listen to the wind roar. You gotta see the mighty eagle soar, Sister. Feel the sun on your face and trust that you will find your way. This Sunday, I’m going up against “Mad Dog” Mark Wright once again. This time it’s not for a number one contendership. No, Sister, this time it’s about pride. I already know Mark’s coming for this rematch looking to get his win back but I’m looking to show last time was no fluke, Sister. You gotta know that I have fire in my heart. I’ve gotta be strong. I gotta be brave. I’ve gotta let courage lead the way so I can stand tall, Sister. I know who I am. I’m The Backyard Phenom El Diablo Blanco; your Mile High Wrestling Phoenix Champion, Sister, and I’ve got to be fearless going into this match.
Abi Rose: Wait, first off… Isabela Merced? Are you quoting Spirit: Untamed?
El Diablo Blanco: That I am, Sister. I love it. Wifey loves it. The Little Diablitas love it. My eldest said, “Papa D, can I have Spirit birthday party this year?” I looked down at her and I said, Sister, you already had a Spirit birthday party for your third birthday. Her response was, “but that was Riding Free. I want Untamed.” What sister wants, sister gets if you can diggit. She’s already had a Marshmello party and a Spider-Man party so who am I to tell her no.
Abi Rose: Well, her father but that’s neither here nor there. So we can expect a fight between the two of you this Sunday?
El Diablo Blanco: In the name of the W I have no reason to believe neither Mark or myself will give any less than 110% and I’m looking forward to it. Each and every time I step in the ring with the Mad Dog I walk away with a wealth of knowledge. The man is so unorthodox with his style but they often say the same thing about me. Neither of us would be what you “classically trained” if you can diggit, Sister, but no one can match our heart. I look forward to Sunday and I look forward to tearing it up with the Mad Dog. I’ve even gone out and gotten a rabies shot and a tetanus shot just in case.
Abi Rose: That’s a wise move, El D. I’ll let you get back to winding down after tonight's match and I look forward to seeing you this Sunday.
El D bows his head to Abi Rose as the screen fades to black.
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maddog
MHW Superstar
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Post by maddog on Oct 15, 2021 17:24:38 GMT -6
Ya know, George Dubya Bush once said, “fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, fool me don’t fool me again”.Mad Dog sits stoically, his body covered in camouflage. His location cannot be made out as only trees and leaves can be seen around him. Mad Dog’s lip protrudes from his dip of snuff shoved in his lip, and he spits as quietly as he can off camera. Mad Dog doesn’t look at the camera, instead, he looks past it into the distance, and he speaks softly and quietly, quite a change of pace for him.
I live back in the woods you see
My woman and the kids and the dogs and me
I got a shotgun, a rifle and a four-wheel drive
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive
Old George Dubya was kind of a dummy, but that seems to be a common denominator in Washington. Reckon I shouldn’t be talking bout politics, might make a Maiden mad and them not wanna work with me. Shoot, I think they are just tired of losing to me. Now, I ain’t here to hurt feelings, I’m here to kick butt and cash checks. Shoot, I’m about to get off on a tangent, and I don’t wanna do that. I gotta stay focused, and brother old Mad Dog is focused on my old buddy El Diablo Blanco.
Now, what I was getten at is when old Gee Dub said “fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, fool me don’t fool me again”. Our first go-round ya fooled me El D, and now this time ya ain’t gonna fool me again. This time I know you ain’t just some happy-go-lucky post turtle. Na, I know you are the real deal, and this time I ain’t gonna fool myself by looking past ya to Leah.
This time El D, I’m gonna be looking you right in the eyes, and the only thing on my mind is gonna be putting on a helluva match for the crowd that put their hard-earned money down to see us, and making sure that when the dust settles on this big old brawl that it’s old Mad Dog that is left standing with his hand raised.
I got pay-back and revenge scratching at the back door of my mind, but it ain’t about that for me El D. Na, it’s about redemption. You might be wondering what the difference is, shoot people at home might be wondering the same dag-on thing. So, I’ll enlighten y’all on what I mean. Revenge is about the other person; redemption is about yourself. When it’s revenge or vengeance, you are wanting some blood, you are wanting to hurt the other person. But, redemption is about proving yourself.
That’s what old Mad Dog is out to El D. I got something to prove, to prove to all the MHW locker room, to you, to the Dog Pound, and most importantly to myself. I was riding the wave of success here in Mile High, and then that wave came crashing down when I lost to you El D. The wave took me right into second place in the Penitentiary match and brother we all know that second place sucks and if you ain’t first your last. And brother, right now Mad Dog might well be at the bottom of the dang barrel.
I ain’t moving merch, shoot ain’t even getting any merch. I’m stagnating on the cards, left off after Game Over, thrown in an afterthought of a three-way just cause my title was due to be defended, but now business is about to pick up for old Mad Dog, it’s champion versus champion, a rematch of what was once the most anticipated match of season three, El Diablo Blanco and Mad Dog Mark Wright.
This match means a lot to me, shoot, I reckon it means a helluva lot more to me than it does anyone else in the world, including you El D. This is make or break for me brother. If I can’t win this one, then it proves I don’t belong in the upper echelon of Mile High. Shoot, I lose this one they might kick my butt down to Ammo. BUT…when I do win this one, it proves old Mad Dog is exactly who I said I am, and exactly who everyone thought I was two months ago, the future of Mile High, and the next big thing round here.
Even though I have questioned myself countless times since that loss to you El D, I come back to the same thought over and over again, I am the big dog of this yard. Now, I just gotta prove it to the world, and to myself. This may not be for any titles, but brother it is for a title bigger than my Throwdown championship, or your Phoenix championship. Shoot brother, this is bigger than the Ultimate championship, baby this match here, this is for the people’s championship. We were neck and neck, shoot maybe even co-champions before I dropped that L to you. Then, brother, I’ll admit you firmly became the people’s champ. The dog pound stayed loyal, and even grew a little, but old Mad Dog was put in the back seat while EL D got to ride upfront and be displayed proudly.
The big problem with that is old Mad Dog doesn’t take a back seat to anybody. So now I gotta roll down my window, reach around, open the passenger door and pull you out. You’ll go tumbling down the asphalt and I’ll just slide on up to the front seat. I hate it has to be that way, and I hate to do it to ya cause I like El D, but brother I like being the people's champ even more. Mad Dog raises his bow and draws back his arrow, he grows deathly still and doesn’t move a muscle. Mad Dog takes a deep breath and releases the bowstring and the air flies into its target, piercing the side of a ten-point buck right behind its front shoulder. Whew boy, now that’s a wall hanger. Let’s go set that sucker.The scene moves back to show Mad Dog's face as he is grinning ear to ear over the massive buck he just harvested. The scene fades and transitions to Sunny who is sitting in a lawn chair with his legs crossed. Sunny is enjoying a glass of lemonade that may or may not be a Tom Collins. Sunny’s sleeves are rolled up, and his jacket is laid across the back of the chair.Sunny gets a disgusted look on his face as he is looking past the camera at something else. Sunny shivers and turns a pale shade of green. Sunny shakes his head and looks away, as he pulls a handkerchief out and pats his forehead to remove the nervous sweat.Mark, that is almost as disgusting as the Shieldmaidens bikini calendar...almost.Mark is heard laughing before hen responds from off-camera, saying “Sunny, I’m just processing this deer”.Ugh, it’s gross Mark, it’s downright barbaric. However, I hope that barbarian attitude carries over in your match against El Diablo.Ah man Sunny, I could never bloody old El D up like a deer carcass. He’s just such a good dude, how can anyone hate on him?Sunny crinkles his face and says in a mocking tone under his breath, “he’s such a good dude”. Sunny scoffs as he shakes his head and takes another sip of his drink. Sunny looks into the camera and looks quite annoyed. Yeah, El Diablo Blanco, such a nice guy that no one wants to talk trash about him and tell it like it is. Well, it’s a dirty job and someone’s got to do it, so I guess I’ll be that someone. I’ll drag El Diablo through the mud and tell it like it is. El D, you are nothing but a post turtle, you are somewhere you do not belong, and no one, including you, has any idea how you got there. You are the backyard boy wonder, who just like Cosmo Kramer falls ass-backward into success.
You just won two epic battles against Bullet, but Mad Dog here, unlike you is undefeated against any Maiden. Well, you know that eight-man tag, but it wasn’t Mad Dogs fault his team lost, he was settled with The Cross who was in and out of Mile High faster than you could pronounce their names. There also was another member of that team who quite frankly didn’t pull their weight either, and that was you El D.
You could have helped Mad Dog out El D, but you didn’t. You just curled up in a ball and sucked your thumb like a little baby. The same thing you did against Leah. Sunny changes his tone to sound like a whiny little boy and mockingly says, “but El Diablo was attacked and injured before the match, a healthy El D would have won that match”.Sunny shakes his head in disgust and takes another sip of his drink.Truth is, El Diablo Blanco, you didn’t deserve that match and you blew a golden opportunity that should have been Mad Dogs. Mark took you lightly, and I took you lightly and you were able to slide on over on us. And do you know why we took you lightly? Because you aren’t serious and you aren’t worth taking seriously. You are nothing but a joke, a comedy character, and a at the end of your career you will be the greatest nice guy who never was.
You are a nice guy El D, I can’t take that away from you and I can’t then no one can. But, as the old saying goes, nice guys finish last. You are going to finish last because as I stated last time you stepped into the ring with Mad Dog, you don’t have the killer instinct. I know last time I said that you thought it would be funny to make some jokes about an old video game, and making jokes is what you do best isn’t it El D? It comes naturally to you because as I have established, you are a joke.
The problem is El D, I’m not laughing with you, I’m laughing at you. And Sunday at Throw Down when Mad Dog embarrasses you and exposes you as the joke that you are, everyone else will be laughing at you too. You are nothing but a man-child who wears a mask instead of make-up. You are a fool, which is evident by you admitting you live in and are on the board of an HOA. Only a sucker would live in an HOA because only a sucker would want to pay more money for someone to tell you what you can and can’t do with your own property.
But that is what it is for you isn’t it EL D, it’s a feeling of power. You have no real power in your life, so you joined the HOA board so you can tell people what to do. It makes you feel strong and powerful, and it makes people suck up to you. Brother, they are only sucking up to you so you will approve the install of their Koi pond, cause those people would just as soon hit you in the back with their leaf rake as they would take orders from the weird guy in the mask that lives down the cul-de-sac.Sunny shakes his head and mumbles some derogatory comments under his breath as he takes another sip of his drink. Sunny takes a moment to collect himself and his face becomes quite stern.El Diablo, pretty much everyone in Mile High likes you. Heck, one is hard-pressed to find anyone in this sport who doesn’t like you, or who doesn’t think you are a good guy. Of course, there are those out there like Jansen Myrrh, and Leah Aguero who don’t like you, but I don’t think Jansen likes anyone including herself, and Leah only likes herself. But El Diablo, there are plenty of people out there who may not dislike you, but they do not respect you, and I am one of those. I think you are a joke, and you make a joke of this sport that I love and have dedicated my life to.
While you’re trying to pop ratings for your little STEM YouTube channel, I’m strategizing for my client. While you are volunteering at your kids’ elementary school and pulling your Furry costume out to dress up like a bee and push broccoli on kids, I’m booking travel and lodging. While you are putting up folding chairs after the Pastor appreciation dinner, I am signing contracts and endorsement deals. Frankly El D, you do not take this sport or yourself seriously. It may be something you enjoy, something you even love, but to me, it is my life. You think my life is a hobby, and you make a joke of it, and for that, I can never respect you.
I can’t hate you, because you are a good human being, but honestly, El Diablo, where you actually belong in the sport of wrestling is buying a ticket and sitting front row with your foam finger and souvenir cup. You’ve got talent, but you don’t have the heart or the love for this, at least not long-term.
Let me ask you this El Diablo when it gets to the point that your body is so sore that you can’t pick your little Diablitos up, or get on the floor and play with them, will you think it is worth it? When you miss holidays, birthdays, sporting events, and other big moments in those kids' lives, will you think playing wrestler is worth it? Because let’s be honest El D, all you are doing is playing wrestler, you aren’t built for the long haul, and you will collapse under the weight of the demands of this sport.
You’re not a lifer El D. Like the saying goes, you aren’t here for a long time, you’re just here for a good time. Well, we may continue on the Good Time tour after this Sunday, but at Throw Down the good times stop for you.Sunny leans back in his chair and takes a long drink of his mixed beverage.
Dag on Sunny, I didn’t know old El Diablo had pissed in your Cheerios this morning.I’m just tired of everyone acting like he is the second coming or some crap. He loses the big one every time. Sure, he picked up back-to-back wins over Bullet, but can we all stop pretending that Bullet is some top-level talent? She is one match, only one match above five hundred, she is mediocre at best, and El Diablo Blanco, is slightly better than mediocre, even if he too is only one match above five hundred.Well heck Sunny, what’s that make me then?Sunny is stunned silent and truly looks speechless. The camera pans around to show Mad Dog with his hands covered in blood. In one hand is a knife and in the other is a Venison rump steak. Mad Dog lays the steak and knife on a small table beside him and picks up a towel he uses to wipe his hands off. Once his hands are cleaned of any undried blood, Mad Dog tosses the towel over his shoulder and adjusts his camo PBR hat. Mad Dog spits a mouth full of tobacco juice out and shakes his head.I’m man enough to admit El D beat me fair and square, but I’m also confident enough to say it ain’t happening again. I’m also man enough to admit that last time we step into the ring together I wasn’t hungry enough. I had bought into my own hype; I had listened to the critics and all the media sites talking about how Mad Dog was the next big thing in Mile High. My head got so dag on big I tipped over and fell, and El D was there to pin me when I fell down.
And I just kept on falling down after that. I was rocking and rolling in the penitentiary match, then I slipped on that banana peel called the Mic Check and fell down again, and this time Skrabz was there to make the pin. Then… well shoot I fell down to my own tweaked neck and didn’t even get a spot on the show. Them back-to-back loses, and that show off, it made me hungry, really darn hungry.
MY DANG STOMACH GROWLING!
Last Throw Down when I beat Zombie and Bandit, brother that wasn’t even an appetizer, but you El D, you are gonna be a feast. I got that hunger in my belly, and it’s the coal that stokes the flames of the burning desire in my heart.
Well, I fell down them three times in a row, I fell all the way down the Mile High mountain and landed back at the base. Some might say I’m being dramatic because I still got that Throw Down championship. Now don’t get me wrong I’m proud of that Throw Down title, darn proud of it, but brother it ain’t the Ultimate championship, and that is what I came here for. And anything short of that Ultimate championship is going to leave me unsatisfied, unfilled, and hungry. But, brother this big dog is ready to eat up the competition until I’m full up like a fat man at the Golden Corral.
El D, you the tator skins, you the mozzarella sticks, you’re my appetizer in the feast that is only beginning for old Mad Dog. I ain’t going hungry no more, because everyone else is going to go the Wright Way or they are going to Go Mad.
Mad Dog picks up his knife and turns back to the deer as the scene fades out. Because you can't starve us out and you can't make us run
'Cause we're them old boys raised on shotguns
We say grace, and we say ma'am
If you ain't into that, we don't give a damn
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