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Post by Sebastian Hamilton on Jun 4, 2023 19:59:33 GMT
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Post by Adrian Illingworth on Jun 5, 2023 10:41:03 GMT
[The camera pans to a dimly lit backstage area, where Adrian "The Robot" Illingworth stands, his gaze fixed forward. The faint hum of machinery resonates in the background as he prepares to make his highly anticipated debut in the IIW. The crowd's excitement can be heard echoing through the halls.]
Adrian "The Robot" Illingworth: …
[The crowd's anticipation reaches a fever pitch as The Robot's voice, devoid of emotion, fills the air.]
The Robot: Tonight, at IIW Civil Unrest, in this very arena in Phoenix, Arizona, a clash of two debuting forces will unfold. Hardcore Jono, you stand before me, carrying the weight of anticipation on your shoulders. Sabrina Masters has sung your praises, attributing your talents to being the son of a legend and trained by some of the best in the business. But tonight, the Syndicate's stamp of approval will be tested against the calculated fury of The Robot.
[The camera cuts to a montage of The Robot executing his devastating moves, showcasing his technical prowess and unwavering strength.]
The Robot: Jono, there is an air of familiarity that surrounds you, a face that I've glimpsed before, yet eludes my memory. But make no mistake, your lineage and training mean nothing to me. The only thing that matters in this squared circle is what transpires when the bell tolls, when our bodies collide, and when victory hangs in the balance.
[The camera shifts to The Robot's piercing gaze, emanating an eerie intensity.]
The Robot: I am not here to simply engage in a contest, Jono. I am here to assert my dominance, to establish my legacy as the best wrestler the IIW has ever witnessed. Tonight, you become the first stepping stone on my path to greatness, the first victim of the Robotic Hold, my signature submission that has rendered opponents unconscious and broken their spirits.
[The crowd's anticipation grows, sensing the intensity and determination exuding from The Robot.]
The Robot: Jono, you may possess talent and ability, but tonight, I shall expose any cracks in your Armor. Your affiliation with the Syndicate may hold weight, but rest assured, it means nothing within the confines of the squared circle. The only thing that matters is what transpires when our bodies collide, when my calculated precision clashes with your supposed potential.
[The camera captures The Robot's motionless stance, the anticipation building.]
The Robot: Tonight, Jono, our paths intertwine, destined for a collision that will leave a lasting impact on the IIW. As the bell tolls, know this: I am a force unlike any you have encountered before. The Robot has arrived, devoid of emotions but overflowing with a singular purpose—to conquer, to redefine, and to leave an indelible mark on this industry.
[The crowd erupts with a mix of excitement, curiosity, and anticipation for the clash that awaits.]
The Robot: Brace yourself, Jono, for the relentless fury of The Robot is upon you. The IIW shall bear witness to the beginning of my reign, as I prove beyond doubt that Adrian "The Robot" Illingworth is the embodiment of excellence, and no one, not even the Syndicate, can stand in my way.
[The camera fades to black, leaving the audience eagerly awaiting the clash between The Robot and Hardcore Jono at IIW Civil Unrest.]
[The scene transitions to The Robot pacing back and forth, his calculated steps echoing through the backstage area. The anticipation in the air is palpable as he prepares to deliver his final words before stepping into the ring.]
The Robot: Jono, there are those who enter the wrestling world seeking fame, glory, or the adoration of the crowd. But I, Adrian "The Robot" Illingworth, stand before you driven by a different purpose. I am here to push the boundaries of what is possible, to elevate the very essence of competition within the IIW.
[The camera captures The Robot's intense gaze, unwavering in its determination.]
The Robot: Jono, tonight, as we collide in the center of that ring, it will be a battle not only of physicality but of wills. The Syndicate's seal of approval may grant you an aura of legitimacy, but I am the disruptor, the anomaly in this equation. I do not conform to expectations. I shatter them.
[The camera cuts to a close-up of The Robot's clenched fists, showcasing the strength that lies within.]
The Robot: Jono, I am unyielding, unrelenting. I will dissect your every move, your every strategy, until I find the flaw, the weakness that will be your undoing. The Robotic Hold awaits, ready to squeeze the life out of your aspirations, leaving you nothing but a defeated soul.
[The crowd's excitement intensifies, their anticipation reaching its peak.]
The Robot: Jono, in this moment, it matters not who your father is, who trained you, or the legends you carry on your back. Tonight, it is just you and me, locked in combat, in a battle that will define our paths within the IIW. When our clash concludes, only one of us will emerge victorious, and it will be I, Adrian "The Robot" Illingworth, who stands tall.
[The camera captures The Robot's cold and unwavering expression as he delivers his final words.]
The Robot: Remember this, Jono. The IIW shall bear witness to my dominance, my calculated fury, and my unwavering pursuit of excellence. When all is said and done, when the dust settles and the crowd's cheers fade into silence, there will be no doubt—Adrian "The Robot" Illingworth is here to claim his rightful place as the best wrestler the IIW has ever seen.
[The crowd's anticipation reaches its peak, eagerly awaiting the clash between The Robot and Hardcore Jono.]
The Robot: Brace yourself, Jono, for tonight, your debut will be marred by defeat, by the unfeeling entity known as The Robot. Prepare to be dismantled, to be reduced to mere remnants of your former self. This is the beginning of a new era, an era where The Robot reigns supreme.
[The camera fades to black, leaving the audience on the edge of their seats, ready to witness the clash of two debuting forces at IIW Civil Unrest.]
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Post by Mr. Tees on Jun 6, 2023 11:05:14 GMT
The camera pans in on Hardcore Jono doing rigorous training in a makeshift gym that looks like it was formerly and might still be getting used as an auto body shop. A montage of Jono doing a variety of exercises ranging from conventional like skipping rope and hitting a heavy bag, to maybe less conventional like lifting the rear of a vehicle and punching meat in a below freezing freezer. One handed push ups are performed as well. All while “Still Dre” by Dr. Dre and Snoop Dogg plays in the background. Jono then sits in a chair as Sabrina Masters comes into view while Jono begins smoking what appears to be a joint. Oh and did I mention Jono is shirtless showing his chiseled physique? Jono looks as though he was made from granite. It wasn’t always this way though, six months ago Jono was overweight and miserable, he was working two jobs one during the day as a Health Teacher or as he referred to it a “glorified babysitter” and a night gig working merchandising as part of the Met Team at a local Home Depot store. His life totally and completely sucked until Sabrina Masters paid him a visit and talked him into returning to the wrestling business. He surprisingly had no reluctance and agreed to return immediately. Masters trained him and got him back in shape and now he is the work of art you see before you today. Masters as is usually the case is wearing some black skintight leather outfit with spiked high heal black boots, and is not without her bullwhip.
Masters: Are you ready?
Hardcore Jono: I was born ready, I’m ready 24/7, 365.
Masters: Good, let’s do this!
The two waste little to no time and begin addressing the camera. Masters goes first as Jono is still finishing his joint but looking like he’d like to murder someone.
Masters: Six months ago this man was fat, out of shape, miserable like many of you watching this right now. He hated his life and despised his fellow man, but look at him now; a chiseled Adonis and it’s all thanks to me molding and conditioning him, getting him back into the wrestling business, getting him back into shape. Although I assure you his disdain for humanity has not left him, he still hates people and is not what you’d call a “people person” by any means. But aside from that he’s living, breathing, work of art.
Masters begins cracking the bullwhip and then realizes that she kind of started from the middle, never really properly introducing herself to the viewers.
Masters: Pardon me, I completely forgot to introduce myself so allow me to do so now. My name is Sabrina “The Pimpstress” Masters and I am the biological daughter of the legendary, the iconic, the one and only Jon Tees. Since my father retired, I have brought back the Syndicate and remade it in my image with only the very best, members of my own family, people I love and can trust/depend/rely on comprising it’s ranks. This man right here is one of the cornerstones of this new improved version of the Syndicate.
Masters uses the bullwhip to break several glass items and destroy a chair among other things, no explanation for this destruction is really given.
Masters: We aren’t all talk, we are people of action people who get things done a fact that will be proven when my client makes his return against Adrian “The Robot” Illingworth at this upcoming event entitled “Civil Unrest.” A fitting title indeed as Hardcore Jono is not happy, he’s never happy and he’s always in a very destructive mood. The closest he comes to being happy is when he’s destroying something or someone and Adrian, you’re victim numero uno on Jono’s return tour. You ain’t pimpin shit and you know it. Take it away Jono!
Hardcore Jono then gets out of the chair and continues speaking directly into the camera with a sinister type look on his face. Still shirtless and covered in sweat and wearing only black jeans and cowboy boots.
Hardcore Jono: Adrian “The Robot” Illingworth you say you are “emotionless” you claim to feel neither joy nor sorrow, which is good for you, because you are going to experience an embarrassing and humiliating defeat when you step into the ring with the “Undisputed King Of Ultraviolence” that is Hardcore Jono, the man, the myth, the mother fucking hardcore icon. One thing you will experience is an unparallel amount of pain and agony like only Hardcore Jono can give you. You haven’t experienced pain and suffering unless you’ve had the Hardcore Jono experience which you will at Civil Unrest. I hate the world and pretty much everyone in it and you’re going to get a first hand taste of all of that hatred, all of that anger. This is going to be a bloodbath and an annihilation. Your first big match here in IIW could ultimately end up being your last match period! I will end you and in one area where we have something in common Ill relish in it and enjoy it, won’t feel an ounce of remorse over putting an end to your otherwise promising professional wrestling career.
Hardcore Jono: So it is written and so it shall come to pass what are you doing to do Adrian when Hardcore Jono kicks your fucking ass?
Masters hits the camera with the bullwhip as everything fades out.
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