As promised, here are some tips that can help you become better roleplayers.

If you think you need help with your RPs, please look this guide over and use a few tips, or all of them. You never know! It just might turn your character into a champion!

ROLE-PLAYING FIRST AID

1. Be very descriptive. You want to be able to imagine a scene where the person is at or how he talks, what he or she is wearing, what their manager-if any-is wearing, what they are doing, how they are acting, etc.

2. Have an Introduction. Start when your entering the arena, a bar, alley, etc...

3. Have a body of a RP. (a storyline, a interview, ask questions, state your purpose, etc...) This is the most important part of the RP's! We can't emphasize this enough! Try to make it that your story is going somewhere with an angle of yours or a self-created story for your character.

Staff can be of help as well when it comes to creating storylines for your characters in regards to feuds and such. If you think you need help, please feel free to contact us.

4. Be creative. Use your imagination to it's fullest potential!

5. Grammar and Spelling. This hits a lot of wrestlers hard. Use spell checking on Microsoft Word for your Grammar and Spelling. Trust me it helps.

6. Be original.

7. Use HTML for emphasis! Or the BBC codes that are provided on the boards. Either works!

8. This is important. Look at the RP's done by others. You'll get a general idea of what to do. Especially the ones that are winning the majority of their matches.

9. Try writing out your RP's in a notebook before you type them up to be printed. This is what I do. It helps you so you can go back and edit and change stuff that you'd want to. It's a great way to plot out RP's ahead of time.

You can also use Wordpad on your computer to this same purpose.

10. Above all else, try to remember that it's just a game. Have fun!

You follow most of this guide and you will improve your roleplays. Length isn't always a must, but quality is!

If you believe you need any further help, please feel free to contact me through a PM or AIM (gambitpride) and let's talk!

 Ah the exciting world of the male fashion revue! Can you feel the magic? Can you feel the excitement? What could be more exhilirating than an event where the world's most beautiful men, hunks from around the globe, all gather together for an event of showing off their perfectly sculpted physiques in everything ranging from formal wear to, oh dear lord, the sexiest of undergarments. Goodness, is it getting warm in here?

Anyhoo, in the audience we find some familiar faces in not only the world of beauty, but that of superheroism in the world of fashion and sex appeal; Christian Underwood, Selena Lesseos-Locke, the powerpuff furball Genie, the newest member of Stylish Substance-Devin Banton, and what do we have here? Far more noticeable is the ultra-studly figure sitting beside Selena, a man whom we haven't seen in three adventures now, Anubis Quentin Locke, the "lost" member of Stylish Substance. Still looking as fashionable perfect as laways, Quentin appears to be just a tad under the weather as his otherwise perfect little nose has just a tinge of red to it as he brings a silk handkerchief up to it and...

Quentin: choo!.....choo!.....choo!.....

Selena: Hasn't he got the most adorable little sneeze?

Christian: And it's totally amazing how he doesn't soil his hanky either.

Quentin, continuing to hold his hanky over his sore (but still cute as a button) li'l nose, looks over at Selena in a classic pout and says in a stuffed up voice,

Quentin: Dou know, I sdill don know why I waddn't allowed do model donight. Dis show needs my experiends.

Selena: I know Quenty-poo, I know, but remember what happened in Rome when you first caught this cold? You sneezed onstage and jerked your hips and blew the entire first three rows clear to the back.

Quentin: Deah, I sdill feel bad aboud dat. Dey missd my spin and bang bang combo.

Selena: It's okay. As soon as you're feeling better you'll be up there onstage again, wowing the masses.

Quentin: I hobe so.

Yes, this year's revue is not as anticipated or exciting as the norm because the "living mathematical equation for studliness" is not leading the pack as per usual. Poor Quentin has a nasty case of the sniffles.

However, this year, other eyes besides those of admirers and fashion experts are upon this world of fashion. Evil eyes. Yes, even in a world full of beautiful people, evil will not take a holiday, and it is right here with us, watching these fashion-like festivities.

With Quentin on the sidelines, the directors went into a frenzy to find a male model beautiful enough to lead the men on in Quentin's studly place. Knowing that his proverbial shoes were too big to fill, no male model were willing. None that is until Quentin's good friend, Alex Lundquist, came into the picture. The handsome young man knew that even though he didn't measure up to the standards set by his good friend, the show still had to go on and he had to do what was right in the name of fashion.

Alex struts out onto the runway, sporting a very snazzy Versache formal suit and tie and the flashes of countless cameras go off as our heroes watch on with admiration.

Selena: Meh. He's not doing TOO bad I suppose, considering who he's subbing for. It's a nice suit.

Devin: Nice hair.

Christian: Nice ass too.

All heads turn to stare at the effeminate hero who shrugs and feigns a look of complete innocense.

Christian: What? he's got a cute butt.

Quentin: Ad cude ad mine?

Christian: Oh heaven forbid! RVD's himself couldn't compare!

Selena: Oh my! And that's saying something!

The runway is abuzz with the life of cameras flashing as Alex Lundquist gives it his all, reaching the end of the runway and doing a full spin on the back of his heel before starting for the head of the stage again.

Christian: He should have arched his back more when he did the spin. You know, show off the pecs.

Devin: Well, the photographers are enjoying the show, especially those two.

All eyes turn to peer in the direction that the young pre-teen gestures. Yes, two young, female photographers, a blonde and a brunette, clamor right at the stage for the attentions of Mister Lundquist. Noting their heightened interest, he is only too willing to oblige them and starts over in their direction.

Christian: Say, don't those two look familiar?

Alex reaches the edge of the stage where the two female photographers are, jockeying for position to capture him as best they can.

Selena: As a matter of fact, they do look...oh no.

Christian: It can't be!

A flash from the women's cameras go off, and suddenly Alex drops like a rock and the lights in the building cease, leaving the entire place in a vast well of inky darkness! Cries of shock, surprise and even fear ring out from the masses on hand when just as fast as the lights went off, they suddenly come back on...only three individuals appear to be missing!

Selena: Oh no! Where'd those two go!?

Quentin: Forged dem! Where'ds Alex!?

"Ah yes, it's all going according to plan."

The alluring voice speaks out with a distinct British accent as the chaos from the fashion revue is being watched closely via a full screen television large enough to fill an entire wall. The mist of hot steam from a jacuzzi fills the cool air, and slender female hands hurriedly wipe the resulting steamed screen of the television clean so that it can be seen more clearly.

Who does this strong voice and the madster of this elaborate abode belong to? The gentle splashing of hot water brings into view a handsome young man resting in the steamy water. No...he's more than handsome. More than sexy or gorgeous. There's something about this man's looks, something that mere words cannot describe. His appearance is almost...hypnotic. Short cropped dark hair...a golden brown tan that glistens with perspiration, the only thing that cannot be seen are his eyes, which remain hidden behind a pair of dark shades.

"I've seen enough."

The television screen goes blank and the water sloshing around gives way that the man is now standing up. His chiseled pecs heaving, taking in oxygen from the cold air wafting in thru the patio door of his mansion, mixing with the hot atmosphere inside. A trickle of perspiration slides it's way down his "six-pack" and towards his...

Get your mind out of the gutter people! He's naked, okay? Happy now? Huh?

Stepping out of the jacuzzi, the nude male form strolls past two female :"assistants," both lovely young "goddesses" clad in two-piece attire. One holds out a towel for him and the other a robe but he waves them off.

"No need, why hide perfection at it's peak?"

Standing in front of an iron gate that leads outside, he pushes the gates open and steps outside into a lush, full garden where it's strangely warm in this normally cold, winter month.

"Everything has almost been completed. The capture of the young Mister Lundquist has nearly completed my lifelong passion's work."

Turning around the corner of a hedge, he comes upon Alex Lundquist whom is standing up upon a stone slab, his wrists chained and firmly secured to the marble slabs to each side of him. A look of fear is on his face as the male supermodel looks every which way, struggling on his bonds in an attempt to find a means of escape. The mysterious villian chuckles with amusement at his prisoner's feeble attempts and steps in front of him.

"Don't worry Mister Lundquist, you've very nearly completed my puzzle."

With that, the man lifts his shades, and peers at Alex who finds himself staring right back into his unseen eyes which now seem to cast an unearthly glow. Transfixed, Alex's struggles cease. His body tenses to such a rigidness it's as if he had become paralyzed, his skin taking on a porcelin shine. Chuckling, the villian places his shades back on and turns away.

"One more down...."

He says, turning around and looking at the surrounding "statues" of the world's top fashion models, both male and female, in similiar positions as poor Alex Lundquist. In the center, five pefastals remain untaken, with the names...Pink Flamingo, Tasty Freeze, Battle Kitten, Li'l Devil, and...the Vogue, chiseled in each seperate base!

"And five more to go...to perfect my garden!"

...

They are the heroes everyone looks up to...

Protectors of the innocent...

Defenders of looking good...

And all-around hot bodies of heroism...

THEY ARE.....

STYLISH SUBSTANCE


(insert corny superhero theme music...)

Christian Underwood...aka the Pink Flamingo!

Selena Lesseos-Locke...aka Tasty Freeze!

Genie the kitten...Battle Kitten!

plus the newest member of Stylish Substance...

Devin Banton...aka Li'l Devil!

and

a special guest appearance by none other than...well you'll just have to read to find out so "nyah!"