FDS RP- I want to be Famous

[Chris182]

We see Christian, walking down a wet road. He has on a Black hoody sweat shirt. He stops. Stomps in a pond, and keeps walking. He comes to a bigger pond and completely stops.

Christian: You know, I love this business. I live for it. I can't wait for every week to come, because I know I got to wrestle. A few weeks now, I have been in FDS. I am proud of that. But, I think people are underestimating me. I don't like that. I want people to think, I am one of the greats, or I can become one of the greats. I think, in FDS, when people see that they are up against me, they think, "Easy" That will not happen anymore. This is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I want to shine. You think you are all cool, but wait till you see me.

Christian stomps into the pond, making water go everywhere. He walk to other way.

OOC:Sorry for how short it is. I hope this does not remove me from FDS. I had to get this up. well, Better than no showing.

[sonstuds]

Meh. Nothing bad's gonna come from this, seeing as it's only a one week thing and how you're pulling double duty and put up a House Show roleplay.

[Calvin]

pulling double duty is tough...I used to do it everyweek in XWA....so I know how hard it is....atleast you put something up though.

[veronicaaaahhhh]

Happens. This was me from a year back:

Silence. Pure utter, unsolicited silence. Darkness bluntly surrounds the empty arena; Wayne McGurk stands alone in the center of it all, nonchelantly glancing at the thousands of empty seats. A cold spotlight soon glides above him. Wayne looks up; a burning cigarillo tucked between his fingers. The smoke travles and blankets itself around Wayne. He closes his eyes for a brief moment and the thought of a battle royale flashes before his very eyes: the challenge, the pain, the adrenaline. It's an easy challenge, far from Wayne's very reach for the time being. Wayne stalks around the arena in circles, he turns towards the left and starts counting. At present time he stands directly in the middle of the arena, he paces a dozen slow steps foward... This is where the ring will stand Friday night.

Wayne:
It was easy getting in here, but I can't stray myself away from the utter notion that I could possibly fail a simple task like a six-way come Code Red. I've been in well-over a hundred of these, but I just can't shake away that damn feeling... You know why? Because I hate these kind of matches. The Royal Rumble is without a doubt a sixty-minute piece of ****! I mean who the hell came up with such a stupid concept? "What do I do with all these useless wrestlers? I've got a packed card, but I'm obligated to bring them all in... Hmm... A tag team match is just too redundant. Wait, I've got it! I'll cram them all in the ring and let them fend it off for themselves!"

Damn it- is this what happened to wrestling? How has it become the circus- the spectacle that I see every monday night? Have we all become a bunch of goddamned puppets to a bunch of dimwitted fans that won't even remember us in a couple years with the ing exception of Cena? But that's okay, because as much as I hate the concept of the six-pack, I await the challenge. It's egnites me; it gets me off; it gets me over. I'll see you all on the twelveth!

Wayne ditches the cigarillo onto the cold, solid ground and burns it out with his boot. Wayne looks towards the left and motions towards the exit. Wayne pushes the door and steps into another world; the spotlight closing after him.

Don't beat yourself up about it. You're doing good.

[CBT]

Didn't get to reply, but I agree with others who say we all have our off days.
I'm a fan of your character, I think no real love loss in this. Though it is more or less a participation roleplay. That has the making of a great segment.