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| Francis Royale vs. Brie Dalton; Premier Championship Tournament: Round 1 | |
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| Allocco | Aug 4 2011, 11:25 PM Post #1 |
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/Deadline: 08.26.11 @ 11:59:59 PM EST RP Limit: 3 Venue: Royale Majestic Casino, Las Vegas, Nevada Please post your RPS within the match thread. |
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| Francis Royal | Aug 10 2011, 04:24 PM Post #2 |
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Ok Time to get the ball rolling ... Already having fun with this character and good luck to my opponent ...should be a great one Welcome To The Family Part I Edited by Francis Royal, Aug 10 2011, 04:25 PM.
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| Deleted User | Aug 24 2011, 02:26 AM Post #3 |
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((OOC- Sorry I couldn't come up with more for you Thomas. Between personal issues and struggling with this new char...I think I did ok though, lol. Enjoy!)) It all started when I was about six years old. I had a crush on this dusty haired kid who lived across the street from me. We would play hide and seek, dig in the dirt, and play in the sprinkler when it was hot outside. One afternoon, we were playing in his sandbox. He brought his Hotwheels, and I brought my Barbies. The conversation went a little like this: Boy: Hey! You can't bring those dolls in here! Me: Why not? Boy: Cause girl toys aren't allowed at the race track! Me: Yes they can! I see girls at race tracks all the time on tv! Boy: No you don't! You're lying! Me: Am not! Girls are the ones who tell the car drivers to go! Boy: NO THEY DON'T! Me: YES THEY DO! That boy was so pissed off at me that he decided to throw a Hotwheel at my head in a raging fit. I ran home crying with a lump on my head and a broken heart. He was a jerk. My brother Zack, playing a seven year old hero, went outside, snatched him up and pushed him back down in the sandbox. Told him if he ever hurt me again, that he was going to beat him up. That night, I wrote my very first song: I liked a boy His name was Jeremy He was mean Hit me with his car Made me cry Zack saved the day I don't like Jeremy no more! Ok I was six. Shut up. Anyways, it was the start of what you ask? Well the start of my dramatized love life, my song writing, and my older brother picking me back up when stupid boys kicked me down. I've always gave my best to relationships but for some reason it was never enough. As time went by, the morons I chose started to rub off on me. I sometimes accidentally turned into a jerk as well. When it comes to love, I'm a sucker, hopeless romantic and a believer in happy endings. I'm also not perfect. Now don't get me wrong, I've never cheated on a guy but I find myself crushing on quite a few guys at once. It's aggravating actually. I've realized this further complicates my life but also realized it makes for great inspiration on my song writing....in more ways than one. OK...I'm guilty. I've broken up with a few guys just because I was out of song ideas. So what? They were jerks anyways. Actually, I feel horrible about it.....in which I ALSO wrote a song about. BUT. Sometimes you need a booster. I needed to feel just a tad bit more miserable so I could get past my horrid writers block. I know what you're thinking. "Damn! She's an effing whore bitch who uses guys for her gain." Actually it's nothing like that. It only SOUNDS bad when said out loud. I'm really a nice person but it's only the little boys in the sand box I do that to. I really do want to find that one true love. I told you I was a sucker for it. I'm just confused right now. That's all. Alright, enough of that. On to the present. I don't know exactly how I got into this mess or... at what point things started to go down hill. Me and Brian were together for five wonderful months. He was a great boyfriend. Caring, funny, protective, smart...everything a girl looks for right? I fell hard for him.....kinda like I have every other guy....but this was different. I was almost positive Brian was the ONE. My soulmate. We would last forever......IF....I didn't sign a certain contract. Brian: I can't do this anymore Brie! I'm done! I stood there a bit shocked and confused when those words exited his mouth. There he was...uber sexy in his Miami Inc. t-shirt and white wash pants. His hair was spiked just perfect and his baby face......well. He was angry and that face I had fallen in love with was staring at me with furrowed brows in the middle of my livingroom. I called him over to tell him the exciting news. Majestic took me in and I had signed the contract. Apparently I did something wrong and instead of supporting me on a huge decision I've just made, he was yelling at me in my own apartment in downtown St. Louis. Brian: I can't believe you went and fucking did that Brie! What the hell is wrong with you?! Brie: Why are you so pissed off about it?! I TOLD you a few weeks ago about Majestic! Brian: Yeah and I told you NOT to do it!!! Brie: What's the big deal Brian?! Brian: You're an amazing artist who can make it big in the music business! Why the hell are you screwing around with this wrestling bullshit?! Brie: You know I went to school for wrestling Brian! I like it! Why the hell else would I do it?! Brian: You like it?! BULLSHIT! I don't believe you for one fucking second. You need to stop following in your brother's fucking footsteps. Hell, he's not even wrestling anymore but all you talk about is your damn brother and how it upsets you that his "dream" was ruined by is shoulder injury. WHO THE FUCK CARES! Live your OWN goddamn life! Do you know how unattractive girls look doing that shit?! They're either ugly butch bitches who CAN wrestle or they're hot bitches who can't wrestle for shit! They end up looking like fucking idiots Brie! And check this: What are you going to do when some dumbass hurts you really bad?! You can say bye-bye to your future in the music industry! God! You're so fucking stupid Brie! I'm trying to help you out here but you insist on screwing yourself over! Stop living for your brother and start living for yourself! Brie: Why the hell do you care so much?! WHY?! Oh wait. I see! You're in it for the money? Is that it? For the fame?! Why can't you just be supportive of this?! God knows you're not financially supportive. I need this Brian! I NEED it to help pay my bills until I get a record deal- so why the hell can't I do something I enjoy until then?! Brian: Really? You really just mustered up in that stupid little brain of yours that I'm with you for the money? And I'm not financially supportive?! You know damn well I have my own shit to pay for! Un-fucking-believable! I'm done. I'm so fucking done with you Brie. Brie: Wait! Brian, no! I'm sorry! Just...let's talk about this okay? We're mad at eachother and- Brian: Go fuck yourself Brie. I'm tired of coming in second to your music shit. Now with this wrestling bullshit...I'll be demoted to coming in third. Fuck that. I'm out. Bye. Brie: Brian WAIT! The front door to my apartment slammed shut as Brian left, making everything in my little apartment rattle. Whelp. That was fun. NEXT! Just kidding. I was actually really hear broken. It had been a while since I've found a good guy. Apparently the wrestling thing was a little too much for him I guess. He hated that I was still chasing my brother's dreams. Whatever. He left...and I cried on my inflatable chair. Inflatable chairs are cool, shut up. Actually, the only reason I have inflatable furniture is because I can't afford the real stuff. Yeah, my parent are the "earn your own things by working hard" kind of people. I've tried to hold down normal nine to five jobs but they bore me. My real passion is music. So. I gave up my day job and replaced it with music, confident I could live off of it. I started posting my songs on the internet but no money has come from it, obviously. So I went a step up and started playing my guitar and singing on the street for tips. A rough way to go about getting money and sometimes it's not enough....but I love it. So why did I join Majestic? To make extra money until I make it big in the music business. Oh yeah, and to chase my brother's broken dreams. Can't forget that one. Can you imagine me rolling my eyes in sarcasm yet? Why was Brian so irrationally upset? Because a small record company called me two days before my signing with Majestic. They said they heard my music on the net from a source and was interested in possibly signing me on to their label. So awesome right?! I was pretty excited. The only problem is, it will take a few weeks for them to arrange a meeting and a way to get my broke ass down there. They want to listen to me live before actually signing me on, but I need money now....so with nothing set in stone at the moment, I signed with Majestic. Need to pay the bills ya know? Right. So anyways, back to my little love drama. I'm crying in my orange inflatable chair- real tears by the way. Not those fake "Please don't leave me" tears or those "You can't leave me now because I'm crying and heart broken by something you did and you can't stand to see me like this" tears. Brian had already walked out the door and left me by my lonesome. Real tears damnit. I imagined my life without him and dramatized it like all girls do. Imagining myself old and gray with no one by my side.....dying a sad and lonely death. I wondered if I should have backed out of my Majestic contract. I mean....that's the only reason Brian left me. I'm sure if I backed out...Brian would take me back into his strong, comforting arms and smile, telling me he loves me again. Still sobbing, I was desperate to get him back. So I did what any girl who thought she was in love would do. Yep. I called him. Repeatedly. After about the thirteenth time of calling him and getting no answer, I started to wonder if quitting Majestic for him was the right decision. Sure it was! I love him! Right? I think....maybe. Ugh I was confused and upset so I did what came naturally. Can you guess it? Remember that little boy in the sandbox? Yup. I called my brother. Brie: Zack? Zack: Heyyy Briebie, what's going on? Zack sometimes calls me "Briebie"....it's goofy really. He's a year older than me and when he was two years old, he confused my name with "baby" since my mom was always telling him, "Watch out for baby Brie!" It's kinda cute really. By now, I'm pacing my livingroom, trying my best to hold it together. Brie: Brian broke up with me... Zack: What?! WHY?! I thought you two were getting along? Biting my lower lip, I stop at my guitar resting on it's stand and start turning the knobs. For the sake of your sanity....don't EVER do this! For some reason when I'm stressed, I kind of have this kind of "tick" where I can't control myself from screwing with things. So here I am, holding in my tears and trying my best to stop my voice from shaking.....as I turn the knobs on my guitar; which later will only piss me off because my guitar will be so out of tune that when played, it will probably sound like a cat mating with a donkey. Okay, so as I'm totally jacking up my guitar, I'm also trying to string together the right words for my brother. See....Zack's dream was to become a professional wrestler. HIS dream, not mine. He almost made it too until his shoulder injury. He was devastated. Now...I look up to my brother and always have. I guess that's what drove me to follow in his footsteps, to live his dream FOR him. I do enjoy the sport thanks to him....and I know what you might be thinking.....but somewhere in my twisted mind, I thought it was the right thing to do- the hero type thing. He's saved me so many times, after all. Well... I'm retarded. Why? Because I never actually told him about my little plan, which currently brings me to this little clusterfuck I'm in. Zack will probably call me a selfish, dream stealing attention whore, hang up the phone and never talk to me again except on holidays. Any other asshole with BAD intentions would simply lie in this situation. But I'm not that asshole and I refuse to lie to my brother. So here it goes. Brie: He said I was ruining my future by signing a contract with Majestic Wrestling... And there it was. That long, dreaded silence. Zack: Wait....what? I winced. Not that my brother could reach through the phone and strangle me or anything, and not that he would if he were right in front of me. I was just waiting for my verbal beating where he curses and calls me a back stabber then screams random babbles in my ear until my eardrums explode. Zack: You signed a contract with Majestic? THE Majestic?! YEP! That's the one buddy ol' pal! The same company you had your eye on before you blew your shoulder out. Swiped it right out from under you while you're down. Shit. I am such an asshole. A horrible sister. I'm now seeing the fault in my spiffy, good intentioned plan. I wouldn't blame him if he wanted to knock me out permanently. My good intentions right out the window because I'm an idiot and sometimes don't have the ability to think things through. Zack: Wha... Brie: Zack, I know. I can explain everyth- Zack: What are you doing right now? Besides talking to my brother who probably thinks I'm a c-u-n-t, mourning over my break-up and completely fucking up the tuning on my guitar? Brie: Nothing. Zack: Alright well you need to come over here so we can talk. Brie: I can just tell you over the phone.... Cause I'd rather not get my ass kicked right now.... Zack: Brie. NOW! I'm so dead. Zack left me holding the phone to my ear with no one on the other end. He's pissed, thanks to my moronic idiostupidocy. Not a word? Well now it is, and I'm the damn definition. UGH! Unfortunately I couldn't call him back with a fake cough, pretending to be too sick to go over there. So...I did what any normal person would in this situation. Oh you know what I'm talking about. Hands glued to my head, pacing back and forth as if I were on crack, chanting "Shit, shit, shit..." until I took a deep breath....then repeated the process. Fifteen minutes later my eyes would then shift to the clock on the wall. Realizing I could have been to my brother's by now, and knowing he knew it too....only THEN, I would snatch up my purse and car keys in a brave attempt to get my ass out the door. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Mr. Francis Royal is it? Hi. I would normally take this time to introduce myself, but it's clear to me that you have no interest in knowing who I am or what my name is. You're a millionaire. Suave and bursting with talent. Why on Earth would you want to waste your breath on a nobody who's been living in a run down apartment, in the slums of St. Louis, MO these past few years. Right? You wear suits to play in while I wear jeans and a t-shirt. Whatever it is you do for a living...or whoever you're related to...money just flows into your pockets. You're not hurting at all while I on the other hand, have to scrape my pockets just to get something to eat or make rent. I do everything I can to live comfortably in my given situation. I've played guitar and sang on the street quite a bit. You would think one would make quite a bit if they sat out a tip jar and played for six hours with only two small breaks. You know what I made? $9.83. Now, I know you'll probably shoot back that I'm a sucky guitar player or that I can't sing. It's in your nature right? I'm not one who normally discriminates but you're no different than every other rich guy in the world. I get that from your promo alone. Now I'm not going to call you an asshole or any other names right now. I don't know you well enough but you do have a certain.... eh...."charm" about you. Makes me wonder what's behind that suit and tie. Are you a man of strict confidence who's posture is perfect and uncompromised? When you smile, are you like a cold robot, plotting the next scandalous move.... or do you actually have a warm personality that overshadows your lifestyle? What does Mr. Francis do while no one is watching? How does he treat his women? When alone.....will Francis Royal drop a few bucks into a homeless man's hands? I don't expect you to understand anything outside your money...just, try not to take things for granted. You're living a life that many would kill for. You claim to be unique in the ring.....well are you unique outside the ring as well? Do you actually stand apart from those other millionaire "snobs"? Francis, you claim to be different. You insist that you're intelligent and strategic. If you are, then kudos to you man. I took this step and became a wrestler because I enjoy it, among a few other reasons. But I'm here today, with Majestic because I desperately need the money to keep me afloat. Some things have happened recently due to my contract signing and now I'm even more in need to keep myself on my own two feet. Some people don't believe in me....and there's alot of doubt. I know- I'm a rookie to all of this right now, especially given the fact that I've only been to a small wrestling school. This is the real deal right here. I don't know if I'll win or lose. I don't even know if I'll be cut out for this. But you seemed to have me pegged huh Francis? You mentioned that no one will remember me after this match. Well, maybe not. But maybe....just maybe, you're wrong. Yeah, I'm a noob and it's my very first match in the big leagues. I know I still have alot to learn but hopefully I can pull it off. I do have alot to prove afterall. That's where we differ I guess. I want to earn respect where you insist on beating the respect into people. You can't force people to respect you. It's just not logical. I thought you said you were smart? Then again, you also claimed to have not said a single negative thing about me....yet you tell me that my name is not important enough to remember and that the fans don't really give a crap about my talents in the ring. You mentioned that they only see me as a toy...eye candy and that I am merely a fan trying to live the dream. How is that NOT negative? You think the moment we step into that ring, I'll drop to the floor from your pure awesomeness and suave...Trust me Mr. Francis Royal. You are NOT worth drooling over. The only women who I can see attracted to you are the gold diggers. Have fun with that one because the moment they see a man with something YOU don't have, it's on to the next and you'll be nothing more than a memory. Probably a bad one at that since it's obvious you don't know how to speak to a lady. You know what? I'm sorry. I'm not trying to be ignorant...it's just coming out that way. I'm having personal problems and it's effecting my mood. I know this dance. You want to win, I want to win. We beat our chests and demand we're better than one another. Whatever. You're confident you're going to win, I'm confident I need the money. Of course I'll give it my all. I'm not letting anything slip through my fingers if I can't help it. I'm in this for more than myself...so I'm not giving up. If I lose, I'm sure we both gave it our all and I'm sure you would have deserved the win. That little setback won't hold me down though. 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| Francis Royal | Aug 26 2011, 10:37 AM Post #4 |
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(ooc darn you. I knew you'd make this a fight Nicole lol) Welcome To The Family Part II |
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