Gutless wonder

Roleplay Roleplay by WILLIE STEEN
On Wed, Aug09, 2017 12:06am America/Phoenix
47 Hits
Font Size: Small | Medium | Big
Gutless wonder
(Scene opens outside the U.S. Bank Arena in Cincinnati, Ohio. Standing outside of the arena just in front of the parking lot is new WWX correspondent, Paige Taylor. As the camera pans to her, she quickly adjusts her hair and lifts the microphone up to her lips.)

Paige: Hello ladies and gentlemen. Iím here live outside the U.S. Bank Arena in Cincinnati, Ohio, the site for Friday Night Fury this week. Today, superstars are starting to arrive in preparation for the show, and we will be doing our best to try and get some thoughts from some of these competitors. One superstar in particular that weíd like to hear from is former Undisputed Champion, Kurtis Ray. As you well know, Kurtis Ray was scheduled to compete in a barbed wire, five-way elimination match last week. However, Ray was disqualified after failing to show up for the beginning of the match. Then later once the match began, Ray charged down to the ring and began to viciously attack the other competitors with a baseball bat before being forcibly removed. Hopefully today we can---

???: Seriously?

(Paige appears startled as she whips her head around towards the sound of the voice.)

???: Kurtis Ray?

(The camera pans to the right to reveal the interrupting party. Itís WWX superstar, Willie Steen. Steen shakes his head in disbelief as he stalks toward the camera and Paige.)

Steen: Kurtis Ray? Are you [bleep]ing kidding me? Thatís who youíre here to talk to?

(Steen glares down at a visibly flustered Paige, as she hesitantly raises the microphone to speak.)

Steen: I'm the star around here. Why aren't you putting that microphone in my face. I'm the one you should be interested in, not that [bleep]-swizzling, [bleep]wipe. 

Paige: Well, . . . um . . .

Steen: You said it yourself. He didn't even bother to compete last week. What possible interest would you or anyone else have in that scumbag?

Paige: Well, that's just it. I think a lot of people would like to know why he did what he did.

Steen: Why did he do it? If you ask me, it's pretty clear as why he did what he did. Of course, I'm sure if you ask him, heíll make some generic, tough guy excuse about how he did it to make a statement or to remind everyone of who he was and put the locker room on notice, or some crap like that. However, since Iím Iíll lay it out for you straight up, right here and now. Get ready, here comes your exclusive. Kurtis Ray didn't do what he did because he was trying to send some message or prove some point. Kurtis Ray did what he did, because he's a sniveling, wheezing coward!

(Steen sniffs and wipes his mouth)

Say whatever you want about what happened prior to the match with the envelopes and explosions and whatnot. The fact is, when Kurtis Ray walked into Madison Square Garden that night, he knew deep down in his gut that he wasnít gonna get the job done that night, and that he was very likely, if not almost certainly, going to get hurt. Hurt bad. So, instead of getting into the ring and taking his medicine like a man, he punked out and hid In the locker room until Bourne disqualified his ass. Then in a pathetic effort to try and save face, he slithered his way ringside with a baseball bat and tried to take us real competitors out of the game, before he got his clock cleaned by Krimzon Blaze. All because he was too chicken to get in the ring and take his lumps like a real man.

(Steen rubs his chin thoughtfully and then throws his hands up in exasperation.)

Steen: But you know what? What did I really expect from him? I mean, that's basically been his M.O. since he pulled his ďhype trainĒ into the WWX. Heís a glory seeking vulture who maliciously targets and attacks upstanding and accomplished wrestlers, like myself, in a sad, desperate attempt to make a name for himself. Heís a lying, manipulating snake in the grass. And I tried, . . . I tried to warn all of you. I caught onto his self-serving BS and I tried to get you all to see reason. But you all just couldn't resist the hype. So you bought into him and turned your backs on me. And now that he's fallen off his pedestal and showed you all his true colors, you all wanna come crawling back to me and your hands and knees, begging me to take you back onto the winning side. As much as I think you all deserve to eat a giant dookie sandwich, as the star of WWX television and Friday Night Furyís Feature Attraction, it is my God-given duty to provide you poor, depraved peasants with the type of quality action and excitement that only The smoothest operator in professional wrestling can provide.

(Steen lifts up his shirt to reveal the scars and bandages from his barbed wire match at a Fury)

Steen: That's why I was willing to sacrifice my body and  soul last week in a barbed wire match. That's why for the last four years, I have gone out and carried this show on my back. Because as shallow and ungrateful as all of you are, the World Wrestling Xsistence deserves the highest quality entertainment. And with the collection of sadsacks and losers we have littering this roster, itís all up to me to provide that entertainment. Which is why if there is anyone on this roster, or even in this company for that matter, that deserves your attention and admiration, itís not that yellow-bellied egomaniac, Kurtis Ray. Itís me, Willie Steen.

Paige: O-Okay . . . well, . . .

(Steen sighs and shakes his head in frustration.)

Steen: You know what? I don't have time for this. I gotta show to get ready for.

(Steen turns in a huff and storms off toward the arena. Paige turns back to the camera with a questioning and perplexed look on her face as she tries to regain composure. 

Cameraman: Welcome to the WWX.

(Scene fades to black.)

Create an Event:
Promo Roleplay | News | OOC | Report | Card | TV Show | PPV Show | Announcement

Reporting
To report this event as abusive or inappropriate, please send a message to admin@wwxonline.com

Share this
© 2001-2017 WWX - World Wrestling Xistence - WWXONLINE.COM | Founded in 2001 by Josh Tamugaia | Terms and Conditions | Privacy Policy
Username: Password: Forgot Password