Vibes = Dead

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Vibes = Dead

Post by Marc »

It would appear as though the confident posturing of TH2 was not just lip service. They had emerged victorious in their EBWF debut and did exactly as they boldly claimed. A mix of high flying and submission wrestling led to a win in impressive fashion. In the backstage area of the arena, they were entirely ready to brag until their lungs were burning. Or at least one member of the tag team was. There was little reason to have an interviewer present when they couldn't get a word in due to Jack Evans and his endless rambling.

Jack Evans: We did we tell you last week? What did we tell you?! That's a W! A BIG W! Nothing, and I do mean, NOTHING was going to stop us! Joe, Kevin, thanks for showing up but you just weren't good enough! Not when you were up against the stylistic, awe-inspiring, breathing taking techniques that you had no answer for! Go pick your asses up, regroup, and find someone more your speed 'cause it ain't us!

Angelico: Breathe, mate.

While Jack had been standing, pacing, and shouting down the team's previous opponents, Angelico was calm and collected, leaning back in a chair with a bucket hat tilted over his eyes.

Jack Evans: Breathe? BREATHE?! You wanna know who's not gonna be breathing for long?! King Woods! 'Cause you, Angelico, are gonna twist and stretch that royal douchebag into unrecognizable knots!

Angelico: I dunno.

Jack Evans: What do you mean you dunno?!

Angelico: I dunno, man. Feel kind of bad for him.

Jack Evans: You WHAT?!

Jack swiped his sunglasses off and stared in disbelief.

Angelico: Yeah, man. I feel bad for him. He's got that monster Kane on his tracks. Big guy. Tough. Strong. Scary, right?

Angelico scratched at his chin in thought.

Angelico: Looks like it's taking a toll on him and then I got to thinking about it even more. Poor guy. He's got that big, heavy, championship gold around his waist. Might be weighing him down. Mentally and physically. A shame.

The South African leaned back further in his chair and exhaled sharply.

Angelico: I saw him out there in the ring, beating his chest. But how's the dude gonna beat his chest if I tear the ligament's out of his arm once I drag him down to the mat?

He removed his bucket cap and looked to be in deep thought.

Angelico: And if I get one of his legs, yeah? What's he gonna do if I dislocate his knee cap? How's he gonna protect himself from a beast like that Kane character, man? He couldn't run from 'em. Couldn't hide.

Jack Evans: Are you shitting me right now? You gotta be shitting me.

Jack stared in a dumb founded state while a smirk appeared on Angelico's face.

Angelico: Yeah.

Jack Evans: Bahahahaha! Gotcha bitch! You really thought you were gonna get some mercy, Xavier?! NO MERCY!

Angelico: Listen. King.

Angelico rolled his eyes at the moniker.

Angelico: I don't care about you. I don't care about whatever issue you've got with Kane. I don't care that he's making your life Hell. Deal with it, mate. The only thing I care about is getting another win and since you so happen to be a champion..

He gestured to the area around his waist.

Angelico: I just wanna beat you even more. I wanna get that dub and let everyone here see what they're up against when I take a champ down. Forgot about your little drama because if you don't, I WILL make you tap out. And if you aren't focused I'll do it in record time. Every single part of your body is at risk when you're in ring with me and I know what must be going on in your head. You're a champion. You've been up against the baddest and the best. Well, you've never been up against me before. If you're not on your game you're going to be slapping the mat. Do yourself a favor. When I get you in a submission, give up mate. Give up real quick. Or don't. I'll make you suffer for as long as it takes if that's the way you want to play it.

Typically very collected, Angelico for a brief moment looked far more intense before regaining his chill mannerisms.

Angelico: Damn, man. Just talking about this bum killed the vibes. Killed the vibes dead.

The submission specialist pressed a fist to the side of his face and shook his head.

Jack Evans: Look what you did, XAVIER! You made a real KING lose it! X-Men lookin' ass! You know that bald ass dude in the wheel chair that does the brain shit.

Angelico: Don't know.

Jack Evans: Doesn't matter! Just go out there and get us another WIN!

Angelico: 'Eyyy.

Angelico had made his intentions clear. Another win for TH2 and with much higher stakes this time around. A signature win early in his EBWF career via tap out was in his sights.
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Re: Vibes = Dead

Post by Ben M »

Great work, Marc! Really enjoyed reading this :)
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