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| Jimmy Burno vs. Freddy Skinner; Opening Match | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Aug 7 2011, 04:44 PM (346 Views) | |
| Allocco | Aug 7 2011, 04:44 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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| James Bruno | Aug 7 2011, 08:11 PM Post #2 |
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::[[The scene opens up in a dark warhouse. There are towers of creates stacked in rows. Single light bulbs hang from the ceiling to provide little lighting. The camera zooms in on one of the creates and it says its from India. Suddenly the wood explode with several fists popping through the surfce. Oout comes Jimmy Bruno, with scars all over his arms but a smile on his handsome face. Jimmy Bruno dusts his hands off before pulling out a cig from his pocket. Lucky strpes. A strange man emerges from the shadow, wearing a dark brown overcoat, and his face hidden from the camera.]]:: Strange Man: We’ve been expecting you. How was Tibet, Mr. Bruno. Jimmy THE TIGER Bruno: Fantstic, man… those monks really know how to train. Picked up some powerfull moves. Strange Man: That’s good to hear because you still owe us dough, Mr. Bruno. We expect it soon. Jimmy THE TIGER Bruno: Well, tell your boss that he is gonna get his money soon enuff, but should try calming down. Strange Man: I will pass on the advice, Mr. Bruno. Jimmy THE TIGER Bruno: Good. I have some more advice for ya. Stop being so creepy! Strange Man: You’re lucky… Jimmy THE TIGER Bruno: You’re lucky that I pay my debts, or I would kill with a single paml strike to the temple. Strange Man: I believe you. I will get out of your way now. Jimmy THE TIGER Bruno: Good, get the hell out of here, I have some work to get done. ::[[The strange man left, Jimmy begins to had towards the door. Outside in the parking lot, Jimmy Bruno grabs a hold of the camera and looks at it before moving it in a direction. Behind him was the habor, with a some fog over it.]]:: Jimmy THE TIGER Bruno: I got som bad news for you , Skinner. You got placed against the wrong man. I’m extremely dangerous. I’m wanted in two improverished countries for crimes, you dont even want to know about it. Let’s just say these fists, yeah these fists are brutally lethal. Youre going to find out how brutal they are when we step in the ring. I think you last with only two hits, my fist and the canvas, then I will get the pin…. 1-2-3! You know how it is, because you seem to be a loser, man. Some redneck hillybilly staying up in the hills too far away from a barber to get his hair cut. Yet you look like real trash, Freddy, but that’s okay, because Im gonna take you to the curb and place you out for garbage day. I betcha pretty scared shitless right now. ::[[Jimmy takes another puff off his cigarette before throwing it onto the ground, stomping it out.]]:: Jimmy THE TIGER Bruno: You see, what I just did? I stomped out my cigarette, just like I’m gonna do youas if you were some ant. I cannot wait to hear what you going to say to me because I will destroy you, I will break you… no matter what. I can’t believe they decded to book me soo soon, because I warned them that if they want to keep some of the wrestlers around longe enough they have to wait before feeding them to the TIGER. Because I’ll rip them to shreds, and that’s what I’m gonna due to you, Freddy. So don’t try getting out ot htsi now, because youe death sentence has already been posted. ::[[Jimmy begins to walk away from the camera as the scene cuts to static.]]:: |
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| Deleted User | Aug 8 2011, 05:26 PM Post #3 |
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Las Vegas. Always seemed like my kind of place. Sin City...new home of "The Sinner"...I mean, I dropped that cheap-ass nickname a long time ago, but the sentiment still holds true. I'm not the kind of man who bows before the law of the land, and Las Vegas isn't exactly full of rules. Saying that, I never met a rule I didn't break. It seems strange how the more I speak, the more I sound like the bad guy in a western, like Clint Eastwood should burst through the doors of this hotel's reception, guns in each hand and a wicked, anti-hero smile on his face...not that the opponent set for my Majestic début is exactly a huge challenge...but I'll come to that later. I look around, taking in the garish luxury before me. The Royale Majestic casino's hotel reception, proving that in Vegas, all that glitters is just scenery. I stop at the reception desk, checking in but neglecting to indulge in small talk with the receptionist, before stepping into the elevator and hitting the button to take me to my floor. I unlock the door to my room and step inside, carelessly slamming the door behind me and dropping my suitcase next to the bed, followed by dropping myself onto the bed. I never did like flying, it bores me half to death. I figure now would be a good time to see just what it is I have to contend with, so I pull my iPhone (I know, I have an up-to-date phone and I'm name-dropping the brand. Freddy Skinner's moving up in the world) out of my pocket and navigate my way to the Majestic Wrestling website. Conveniently enough, one of the latest videos posted was a promo by none other than my opponent, Jimmy Bruno. I tap the screen to play the video, stopping briefly to shake my head at his nickname. "The Tiger"? Seriously? As soon as I watch the video, although sitting in stunned silence, I know exactly how to respond. So, utilising my phone's video camera(and no, I'm not being paid by Apple...yet), I quickly set my phone down in front of me and record my thoughts. The phone-recorded scene opens to the almost bewildered looking face of Freddy Skinner sitting in his hotel room, staring directly into the camera. "Does somebody seriously expect me to have to contend with this guy?" Freddy raises his eyebrow, shaking his head mockingly. "I really don't think you even know who I am. And that goes for Majestic management as much as it does Mr. Tiger, if that is your real name. "I've seen enough posers in my time, and as soon as you started breaking through that...that crate, with your fists, I knew I had a major poser on my hands. I find it sad that while nobodies like...hell, I can't even think of one name...are wrestling for the supposed top title of the company, I'm stuck jerking curtain against a guy who claims to be a foreign criminal!" Skinner shakes his head again, running his hands through his hair as he laughs at the absurdity of what he was talking about. "You say you've done a lot in impoverished countries...with your hands. Bruno, it is really of no importance to me how many Ugandan women you've pleasured, or how easily you think you'll knock me down. Once you've dealt with angry hookers in Jersey, you have no time for the Chuck Norrises of the world. "And that brings me to another point. You call me a "hilly-billy"? I don't know if you're aware of this, but we're from the same state. And I'm pretty sure I'm not the one who calls people "hilly-billies"...but that's really irrelevant. I'm not some actor in the low-budget karate movie you call your sad little life. I'm not some ant, waiting to be crushed like one of the many metaphors that seem to amuse you. And you're a big boy, you should know that smoking isn't big or clever." A disapproving look into the camera, and some overly sarcastic tutting follows. "Jimmy Bruno, I don't care if you're gonna try and go for a pin-fall after one Haoduken punch, and I don't care about your views on my hairstyle. Because I can tell just by looking at you, and hearing you speak, that I won't even have to bring 100% to this match, and anybody who says I'm being cocky hasn't seen me fight. Yes, I'm - technically - sharing a cage with a tiger, but this isn't a karate film and this isn't some Bible story. This...is a skin flick." And with this, the scene ends. I send the video to the Majestic web-master, before stuffing my phone into my pocket and leaving the hotel room, to check out my new surroundings... To Be Continued... |
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| James Bruno | Aug 21 2011, 04:27 PM Post #4 |
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Out of Character Comment: Best of luck to you Skinner, I had a lot of fun with this. /././././././././/.//././././././//./../././/././././././/. ::[[The scene opens up in the basement somewhere. There is oce again only a signle light, swinging back and fourth from the ceiling. Jimmy The Tiger Bruno is sitting on a stol and is once again smoking a lucky stripe. Jimmy do not look like a happy camper as something seems to have annoyed him deerly.]]:: Jimmy THE TIGER Bruno: Poser, huh? I guess this we are gonna talk about, rite? Apperances? I look like a poser and you look like a hill billy. Neither one of us konw what to toss at each other. Insulting each other like children, I get it. I guess you were just mad that I made fun of your look, but really how many people are trying to sleep with you with that long hair and that goffy ass face. I doubt anyone is. You probably sleeping with your cousin, trying to breed some more redneck looking speds. Here I am pleasing poor women in third world countries, like you said. I least I get more than jus my cuz. Then again, maybe that why your dealing with angry hookers, because you can’t get any without paying. Just saying. ::[[Jimmy laughs at this own comment, a smile is now on his face.]]:: Jimmy THE TIGER Bruno: Enouigh of your incestral tendcies, let’s talk about you in the ring. I’m going to make sure that you will not leave Sunday night with a win. Instead you be stumbling though the back with a concussion served by these ‘posers’ fists. I’m not a joke, I’m far from it. You better figure that out face or you be a-hurting. Then I’ll put out one of these cigarettes, yes Im clever and strong by smoking, scarasm dumbass, but I’ll still put one of these lucky stripes out on your forehead after Im done, leaving you with a memento of your loss. I was hoping to have some sort of challenge, but I feel like Im dealing with a complete incompent man. I probably have a better challenge from Stephen Hawking, and he cant even walk. ::[[Jimmy tosses his cigarette out on the floor before standing up.]]:: Jimmy THE TIGER Bruno: But enough of this shit, keep running your mouth you cocky bastard, Im gonna simply back up my words with tehse fists and I gonna make you acknowledge that I ain’t no poser. See your sorry redneck ass in the ring, don’t try to even joke about your from new jerse, because seriously, only real man come from New Jersey. ::[[Jimmy smiles widely, pointing towards his shirt that says, ‘New Jersey’s Finest” before spinning around and walking up the steps. Fade to black.]]:: |
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| Deleted User | Aug 22 2011, 02:03 PM Post #5 |
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I'd spent the day checking Majestic out. The surroundings; a bit tacky but undoubtedly lavish. The ring and equipment; not exactly major league, but not too shabby. The staff were incompetent, but where can you find competent staff in this Country? Overall, it seemed as if this place would make a good home to me. I had a little bit of the feeling that I'd be a big fish in a small pond - not two years ago was I wrestling on Network television - but Majestic Wrestling...it just seemed to click with me. Still, I guess this first match will provide a taster. It's not that Jimmy Bruno was below my level...no, actually, it is that Jimmy Bruno's below my level...but I'm nothing less than top form right now, and stepping into a cage with the Last Jobbing Action Hero could only really increase my momentum. After checking out my new home, and giving the local gym facilities a try, I walk back to my hotel room, checking my iPhone (okay, so now can I have a sponsorship deal) and finding a new video from the one and only Jimmy Bruno. This video left may have left me more speechless than the last...at first, but as soon as I got into my room, I recorded another response. "Well, this is turning into quite the back-and-forth, isn't it?" The same shaky, cell-phone camera work, opening the scene to these words from Freddy Skinner, with a mockingly goofy grin upon his face. "I'm not going to waste time running you down again - it seems you do all the character defamation for me - so I'll just respond to your points, in order of relevance. Let me think..." Skinner strokes the stubble on his chin, pretending to ponder the words of his opponent. "Why would I be angered by you insulting my style? I assure you buddy, you're really not my type. "And I only get laid off my cousin? Wow, I have a hell of an extended family...but that's beside the point...you're big and clever for smoking? Oh...sarcasm. I should've known by the intonation in that boring, monotone voice of yours! Bruno, you should be better at sarcasm, just copy the way girls talk to you. 'Ooh Mista Jimmi, it so beeg!'" Skinner shakes his head at the camera before continuing. "Wouldn't smoking in the ring be against some kinda health and safety law? I'm pretty sure I could sue you for that, buddy. That's if you have anything worth taking...I mean, you cut your promos from a basement... "Wait, did you say I run my mouth? At least I can speak English. You are a real Jersey man, like the brain-dead losers my father expected me to work with. But that's a different story for a different day. Jimmy, I never said you were a joke, man! In these terms, my fist is the joke, and your face is the punchline." Skinner smirks into the camera once again. "And that concludes today's schooling, but wait...did you just say Stephen Hawking can't walk? Holy wow, Captain Obvious, I never noticed! "You're dumber than you look, aren't you?" And with that, the scene fades to black. |
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