Ditched [RP 1, Week 2]

The weather is harsh, snow falling like it'll never snow again. Blizzard like conditions, no normal human being would find themself in such a climate for no reason. However it does appear that there is a man sitting on a bit of a ledge just over a ditch. The man is of course bundled up in winter gear, however it looks like there is an abundance of empty whiskey bottles along side him. The camera comes around full circle, this man looks like the familiar Blake Lawson from Proving Grounds, however covered in a beard with long hair.

Blake Lawson: "Robbed."

Blake takes a swig from a bottle of whiskey.

Blake Lawson: "The doors shut on my life. I've got my own show to run... But I belong in the ring. I should be wrestling... But look at me. The mighty Blake Lawson by the edge of a ditch in the middle of Alaska with nothing but whiskey and rage... Oh how the mighty have fallen..."

OOC: Don't really know what to do with this Phen. So take it away mate.

i'll get around to it today after work m80

Just underbook the guy and never let him reach his full potential. That way you'll get consistent RPs each week as he strives for the brass ring he will never attain.

If I would have gotten that brass ring YOU WOULD HAVE GOTTEN RPS THAT WERE TWICE AS GOOD.

Ya all know good RPs equals good standing in the fed right?? Just joking guys. But seriously... the better your roleplays are the better your star will do... its not the other way around.

ASTER

I appreciate your input Jacob, but I'd like you to know that I know how this all works better than 90% of people on TWG at least. I don't need to be told that better RPs = more success... Especially since that isn't entirely true all the time.

I don't mean to come off rude or anything.

Yer good man, I didn't mean to come off like a smartass either. Not knowing how long alot of you folks have played this I just stated the obvious not knowing whether you were newer player or not.

ASTER

back on topic!

The sound of barking and shouting starts echoing through the valley as what appears to be a dogsled makes its way towards where Blake's drowning his sorrows in booze. The sled does in fact stop close to where Blake's sitting, and a man and a woman, both bundled up in floor-length fur coats get up from the sled and make their way to the edge of the abyss.

Joseph:"The weather up here sure makes your nickname seem eerily real, Snowstorm."

The woman nods in approval as she starts rubbing her hands together to keep them as warm as possible in this harsh climate.

Joseph:"You've chosen a nice spot to spend your winter break, but my assistant here doesn't seem to be enjoying it as much as you are. Could we perhaps go back in town, sit around a nice warm fireplace, and discuss the terms of your return to active competition?"

Blake looks up at the man and woman in fur coats.

Blake Lawson: "Who are you?"

Blake looks a bit confused.

Blake Lawson: "And why are you looking for me?"

Blake laughs again, the bottle of whiskey in his hand growing closer and closer to empty as he takes another drink.

The man extends his hand for a handshake.

Joseph:"Joseph Duplantier is my name, but my friends call me Joe. This is my assistant Maria. We saw you get robbed of your chances at Proving Grounds' End Game, and seeing as how we're opening a federation, we thought you'd be a great addition to our roster. Alongside such names as Adam Nedman and Madam Snapshot... they're your buddies aren't they?"

The man smiles with a wicked grin. He's thrown in the bait and he's sure Lawson's about to swallow it whole.

Blake laughs, taking another drink as the bottle nears emptiness.

Blake Lawson: "No sir. They're not my buddies. They're not my friends. Nedman is a glorified Scotsman who everyone wants to see succeed. He's the golden boy, yeah? And Snapshot is just a name. She's taken it and punched holes in peoples chests for years. She gets anything she wants Joe.

But then who am I? I'm Blake Lawson. The guy who works harder than the rest of them and gets pushed to the side because he lacks the star power. This might be the whiskey talkin' and all that, but I don't want to go somewhere again if I'm not going to get exactly what I deserve. I don't want more than that, I don't want less...

I want the respect that a man who works day and night in order to succeed deserves... I tell you what, if you can give me that then we can go sit by a fire right now and talk some more... But if you can't, well then you oughta get back on your bobsled and go home."

Joseph pulls his hand back and puts it in his coat's pocket. He's not happy about Blake's refusal to shake his hand, but he knew it was a likely outcome. Maybe just as likely as being thrown off the edge of the earth right then and there by the drunken man.

Joseph:"Right now mister Lawson you are literally nothing. Not a jobber, not a star, not even a referee. You want to be the posterboy for once? Come prove me that you're worthy of it and I will put you on the posters. I'll make you a new set of merchandise each month. I'll get you in world title matches. I'll even allow you to seek competition in other federations..."

Maria, who's been getting colder and colder interferes from behind.

Maria:"I hear Ring of Champions is also in need of competitors. And Max's never been one to shy away from a good business deal."

Blake rises to his feet, turning to Joe and Maria.

Blake Lawson: "Sir, no disrespect but you haven't heard me. This isn't about merchandise and stuff, this is about being equal. But I'll accept your offer. You tell me when to be ready and I'll be ready... But I won't shake your hand until I can see that things are fair in every sense of the word."

Blake smiles, taking another drink from the bottle.

Joseph:"If after all this time you expect equality in this dog eat dog world we live in, then you're in for a rude awakening Blake. You're either at the top or at the bottom. I can only get you so far up the ladder, if you want to be at the top you have to be the best, not as good as the best."

He turns around as the blizzard seems to be getting worse.

Joseph:"I'll have my men contact you for an official contract signing."

He and Maria jump back in the sled and are driven off into the endless white mass of snow.