Post by Brighamj96 on Mar 16, 2023 17:48:14 GMT
OOC: This rp was a Number 1 Contender's match for the TV Title in IIW. I was against Silence (basically a Jason-esque character) who has a clown manager that's modeled after that clown from the Devil's Rejects. The gimmick is an overly confident beast who calls himself the Alpha. This would be the last promo before being kayfabe suspended for attacking officials. (I would need time off to finish student teaching)
*The scene opens with Andre in a dimly lit room with an obviously green screened background behind him, a slightly familiar song plays, it’s “Spooky, Scary Skeletons,” the shot fades in and suddenly Andre begins to sing a line of his rendition*
Spooky, scary shoosh man, sends shivers down your spine, with a shitty clown, he talks you down, and then tries to whine.
*Andre quickly snaps back to normal with the green screen dropping and being replaced with the shot of the “War Room.” Andre sits down on his large chair and begins to talk shit.*
Jesus Christ on a scooter, that was a shitty promo! Nah, I know what you’re thinking, “Andre, what do you mean shitty promo, shouldn’t you give him some fear…” NAH, this motherfucker took all this time and said a whole lot of nothing! “You have tried to drown them out with music, drugs, and anything else to distract you,” oh no, you mean like a NORMAL FUCKING PERSON! Shiiiiiieeet, The Silence sounds like fun at parties…No drugs, no music, and no distractions, damn, no wonder you’re out here looking like the biggest virgin of the century. Silence…great name, let me talk to ya because I want you to know exactly what’s going on here, but because I know you possess the IQ of a fucking squirrel that got the JFK treatment, I’ll put this in words that you can understand. You, a bitch, me, the next big thing on Combat! You’re out here talking about “demons” and the idea that you know who I am, but you were so far off…MY DEMONS MEAN NOTHING TO ME!
*Andre continues to talk with his hands, getting fired up with every sentence*
Demons stifle success but look around you Silence, I’ve already got the world on my back and I ain’t waning, I ain’t giving up…YOU COULDN’T HANDLE THE BURDEN OF CARRYING THIS BUSINESS, it would break you quicker than you in bed thinking about Judy Hobbs you sick fuck. “Ooga booga, embrace the silence,” boooooy, shut the fuck up because “Silence” isn’t a scary word to me, in fact, it’s right up there with puppy, ganja, and shit in words that have no effect on my mental state because it doesn’t matter what the “silence” does, it can always be broken with a single breath. That’s why I don’t fear you, over there looking like Michael Myers’ less successful, down-syndrome brother. Boy, this whole match is just a chance for me to get back on track because, let’s face it, my luck’s been a little shitty recently. I’ve been losing a bit, but that’s fine because a loss doesn’t make a man, it’s how the man reacts to the loss and comes out better. Now, I’ve underestimated the past opponents but they had something that you don’t, a set of balls! You stand there looking like a great value horror villain and expect the world to “Fear the Silence” when you can’t even get me to acknowledge who you are.
You stand there and talk about “embracing silence” but you can’t even bring any semblance of intimidation because you’re nothing more than an act, a fake, you’re a dude in a mask acting like you’re the biggest, scariest dog in the yard when in reality, you’re the fucking chihuahua shitting himself in the fucking corner. This spooky shit isn’t a goddamn threat, it’s an act that was old 20 fucking years ago but Rob Zombie fanatics like your pussy ass keep it alive because it’s their “aesthetic.” People like Silence belong in the fucking back of a hot topic blowing some guy named Craig that sings in a Black Veil Brides cover band. *The camera cuts to Andre in an emo wig in black and white singing* “I begged for the man's approval….Pray to die in vain.” *The camera switches back to Andre who is completely back to normal* This is terrible, this dude really thinks he’s doing something, like, if we’re being honest, it’s kind of commendable. Despite looking like a fucking junkie that took too much HGH, he’s confident…at least, he seems confident. But I see straight through the empty threats and the attempts to be cryptic. This motherfucker is nothing more than a whole ass bitch because he can’t be direct if it saved his miserable fucking life! So, allow me to be very direct with this half-baked bitch cake…
I’m going to walk into Combat, punch you directly in the face, test that glass jaw of yours, and knock you the fuck out. Then, I’m going to go on and become the NEW Television champion! Why?
BECAUSE I’M THE FUCKING ALPHA AND THE FUCKING PILLAR OF THIS INDUSTRY!
*The shot fades away and a voiceover can be heard*
This message has been brought to you by Alpha Enterprises…FUCK YOU SILENCE! Oh, and You’re Welcome!
*The scene opens with Andre in a dimly lit room with an obviously green screened background behind him, a slightly familiar song plays, it’s “Spooky, Scary Skeletons,” the shot fades in and suddenly Andre begins to sing a line of his rendition*
Spooky, scary shoosh man, sends shivers down your spine, with a shitty clown, he talks you down, and then tries to whine.
*Andre quickly snaps back to normal with the green screen dropping and being replaced with the shot of the “War Room.” Andre sits down on his large chair and begins to talk shit.*
Jesus Christ on a scooter, that was a shitty promo! Nah, I know what you’re thinking, “Andre, what do you mean shitty promo, shouldn’t you give him some fear…” NAH, this motherfucker took all this time and said a whole lot of nothing! “You have tried to drown them out with music, drugs, and anything else to distract you,” oh no, you mean like a NORMAL FUCKING PERSON! Shiiiiiieeet, The Silence sounds like fun at parties…No drugs, no music, and no distractions, damn, no wonder you’re out here looking like the biggest virgin of the century. Silence…great name, let me talk to ya because I want you to know exactly what’s going on here, but because I know you possess the IQ of a fucking squirrel that got the JFK treatment, I’ll put this in words that you can understand. You, a bitch, me, the next big thing on Combat! You’re out here talking about “demons” and the idea that you know who I am, but you were so far off…MY DEMONS MEAN NOTHING TO ME!
*Andre continues to talk with his hands, getting fired up with every sentence*
Demons stifle success but look around you Silence, I’ve already got the world on my back and I ain’t waning, I ain’t giving up…YOU COULDN’T HANDLE THE BURDEN OF CARRYING THIS BUSINESS, it would break you quicker than you in bed thinking about Judy Hobbs you sick fuck. “Ooga booga, embrace the silence,” boooooy, shut the fuck up because “Silence” isn’t a scary word to me, in fact, it’s right up there with puppy, ganja, and shit in words that have no effect on my mental state because it doesn’t matter what the “silence” does, it can always be broken with a single breath. That’s why I don’t fear you, over there looking like Michael Myers’ less successful, down-syndrome brother. Boy, this whole match is just a chance for me to get back on track because, let’s face it, my luck’s been a little shitty recently. I’ve been losing a bit, but that’s fine because a loss doesn’t make a man, it’s how the man reacts to the loss and comes out better. Now, I’ve underestimated the past opponents but they had something that you don’t, a set of balls! You stand there looking like a great value horror villain and expect the world to “Fear the Silence” when you can’t even get me to acknowledge who you are.
You stand there and talk about “embracing silence” but you can’t even bring any semblance of intimidation because you’re nothing more than an act, a fake, you’re a dude in a mask acting like you’re the biggest, scariest dog in the yard when in reality, you’re the fucking chihuahua shitting himself in the fucking corner. This spooky shit isn’t a goddamn threat, it’s an act that was old 20 fucking years ago but Rob Zombie fanatics like your pussy ass keep it alive because it’s their “aesthetic.” People like Silence belong in the fucking back of a hot topic blowing some guy named Craig that sings in a Black Veil Brides cover band. *The camera cuts to Andre in an emo wig in black and white singing* “I begged for the man's approval….Pray to die in vain.” *The camera switches back to Andre who is completely back to normal* This is terrible, this dude really thinks he’s doing something, like, if we’re being honest, it’s kind of commendable. Despite looking like a fucking junkie that took too much HGH, he’s confident…at least, he seems confident. But I see straight through the empty threats and the attempts to be cryptic. This motherfucker is nothing more than a whole ass bitch because he can’t be direct if it saved his miserable fucking life! So, allow me to be very direct with this half-baked bitch cake…
I’m going to walk into Combat, punch you directly in the face, test that glass jaw of yours, and knock you the fuck out. Then, I’m going to go on and become the NEW Television champion! Why?
BECAUSE I’M THE FUCKING ALPHA AND THE FUCKING PILLAR OF THIS INDUSTRY!
*The shot fades away and a voiceover can be heard*
This message has been brought to you by Alpha Enterprises…FUCK YOU SILENCE! Oh, and You’re Welcome!
