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Roleplay Boards => Archived Roleplays => Climax Control Archives => Topic started by: Shane Hawthorne on September 28, 2017, 09:58:26 PM
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The following may contain harsh language about two masked guys. Readers beware
<p align=right>Horace Jackson's Vlog
It's a bright, sunny day in Auckland as Horace Jackson is walking around the city. He is greeting fans while wearing the new Soulless One T-shirt. His dark eyes are hidden behind dark tinted glasses. He takes a selfie with a local woman before pressing the record button.
Hello SCW Universe, this is The Soulless One coming to you live from the city of Auckland. I am amazed by the beauty this entire country has shared with Ben's Club. I half expected to wrestle in crappy towns but that isn't the case. This city is breathtaking. I wish my wife could see this place but she can't so I decided to vlog about my adventures.
Now I am fully aware that my adventure hits a massive roadblock in the form of Lord Raab and his one syllable speaking husband. Before those two shit for brains begin their little tirade about how we were "handed" this opportunity to become the new world tag team champions. Let me just say how incredibly humbled I am. After being away from this company for close to three years, I return to the company where I became a household name to headline it's flagship show. According to you two, that's nothing special but it is for me.
You honestly don't know what it's like to constantly be told you're not good enough to be in the main event. If you think I'm just going to squander this opportunity then you had better think again. I'm not going to let some ungrateful bastard tell me I don't belong in that ring. Yes, I called you an ungrateful bastard Raab. Because last week you kept saying you're leaving this company. Well, allow me to be the one who holds that door open. I don't care why you are leaving. I care about you ruining those tag straps you both are holding.
I also know you are going continue calling Travis a joke but you had better take a long look in the mirror. Because the only jokes I see are the ones who hide behind masks and throw a bitch fit over things you can't control. In case you boneheads need help with math, this is Ben's Club first real attempt at those belts. Two weeks ago, we did have a shot but it was a multiple team match. Quite frankly, we were never pinned or made to submit. Now contrary to what you might say or think, Travis and I are extremely hungry for gold. Your probably asking what does that mean. It means we are willing to go to the lowest level possible and take the fight to you. We will do everything within our power to out monster two pathetic mongrels.
A beeping sound comes over the audio as Horace looks at his phone. The battery was very low as he snaps his fingers while shrugging his shoulders. No words were said as he continues to explore Auckland.
<p align=right>Travis Nathaniel Andrews Vlog
Travis is sitting at the wooden desk positioned near the far wall in his hotel room. His daughter was out in the common area watching some television. He is opening his laptop while taking a deep breath. He turns it on while checking to see if he missed any messages. As the laptop loads, Travis decides to play a few rounds of SCW Supercard. After getting an Ultimate Ben Jordan card from the draft board, he notices his laptop is up. He types in his password and double clicks on his webcam app.
After taking five seconds, the screen appears as Travis smirks.
How's it hanging SCW Fam, it's your boy Mr. TNA. As you can see, I'm not in my Las Vegas Office. That's because we as a company are on a tour of New Zealand and Australia. This coming Sunday we will be making a stop in Auckland for another action packed edition of Climax Control. Now I hope all of you have purchased your tickets so you can see Ben's Club take center against The Monstimals.
Now I have to give these two things some semblance of respect for what they accomplished. However I don't think they really deserve any kind of respect. My reasoning behind that statement is the lack of respect those two ingrates have shown this company for that past two years. Time and time again, Lord Raab has insisted on calling me a joke and yet he still needs someone holding his fucking hand.
Earlier this week, I asked a rhetorical question on twitter about if the mean Travis should return for one night only. Of course, our beloved Roulette Champion had to respond. You would think an intelligent man like himself would have known it was rhetorical but I guess you only see what you want to see. Kris is just like you Raab. You say what you want even if your facts are more like fiction. For example, I've never once bitched about title shots. I did one thing you both can't even do. I made an impact.
Like I did that one time I shoved your fat ass off the top turnbuckle into a table. Goth couldn't do it but I did. How about when I made Chris Shipman my fucking bitch. I know you couldn't beat Shipman Raab. Despite what you claim, I am anything but a joke. You see your fucking ass is one dimensional. You can't adapt like I can. You call yourself a fighter and yet I can hit harder.
I don't even need MMA training to make me a bad ass. I just need my brain and my intellect. That is one thing Horace and I have over you two. We know every inch of that ring and we know how to move like cruiserweights. So you two try and bring your monster asses to this match. You bring everything you got and we will prove that it won't be enough. We will fight, scratch, claw, maul and other despicable acts just to secure our victory.
In case you clowns forgot, I AM MR.SCW and you assholes are gone.
As Travis is wrapping up, his daughter appears behind him. She throws her arms around his neck and smirks.
If you have a problem with my dad and Uncle Horace send you two back to hades then suck it up buttercup and DEAL WITH IT.
Travis smiles as he cuts out the feed.