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Post by The Age of Fall on Dec 9, 2023 22:21:25 GMT -6
vs. Robert Armstrong vs. Freddy FunkRP Limit: 1
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Post by Chris King on Dec 14, 2023 17:24:28 GMT -6
“I can’t believe we lost to the age of the fall!”
Freddy yelled as he was kicking stuff over backstage and he was not in the best mood. He just started screaming at the top of his lungs as even his girlfriend Carla tried to calm him down. He takes a few deep breaths.
“I’m tired of it! I don’t care who it is next revolution. I’m going to break somebody. They are going to get funk’d up. I’m a former world heavyweight champion. Do they forget what I can do? Do they not know who I am?!”
Agents and security try to calm down Freddy but he ends up spearing three small looking security guards and then powerbombing another throw a nearby table. They can’t restrain him as he is frustrated at the loss.
“I want a match! Give me a match against someone. I don’t care who it is! I want some fool in that ring against me. I want them Friday. It’s time for the greatness to take back this company. We need to quit allowing these nobodies to win. I’m tired of it and it will start this coming week. This isn’t the fun loving Freddy is the beast. The Funk is coming and whoever you are, you better be ready!”
Chris walks up to his tag team partner.
“Dude relax man, take a few deep breaths man. Yeah we lost but we put on the best match at the pay per view and the age of the fall barely won.”
Chris explained as Freddy took some deep breaths and calmed down.
“Okay that’s better now you have a match this week.”
Freddy smirks a bit as he hears the word match.
“Yeah it’s against Robert Armstrong.”
Chris explains as Freddy looks at him confused.
“Who on earth is that? I mean, is that someone I should worry about. Wait, is he one of those rouge horsemen guys? Okay yeah not a threat at all. Let me be quick and to the point with this guy. Armstrong you suffered a loss just like we did. The difference is one of us is winning and one of us isn’t. Guess who’s taking the L in this one? Why, it’s you(Freddy points into the camera) the generic create- a -fighter from a UFC game. Ya know you kinda look like the green power ranger. Is it just me or does he?”
Freddy questioned as Chris shook his head yes.
“Dude I can’t unsee it. (Chris said as he can’t hold back his laughter) Man he might summon the dragon zord or something in this match.”
Chris said as Freddy tried hard not to laugh.
“ I bet his teammates tell him, go green ranger go.”
Freddy explained as He and Chris high fived each other.
“‘Maybe we can have the music guy cue up go go power rangers when he comes out?”
Chris suggested as Freddy chuckles a bit.
“No need for all that man. It is interesting though that these guys won titles that were created because of us.”
Freddy stated as Chris nodded his head in agreement.
“And now he thinks he’s gonna get his momentum back? Does he not know who I am? Has he been living under a rock for the past 20 years? Maybe Robert Armstrong has been living under a rock. I mean after all he’s fairly new. It’s time for a little history lesson. My name is Freddy Funk. I’m a former ecwf world champion and hall of famer. You may not know my name or who I am. You will after this match is over. You will be welcomed to pain which you have never felt before. You better be careful against me because I’m not here to play. I’m here to break bones and own. I want it all man and it starts here with this win.”
Freddy and Chris walk off as the camera fades to black
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Post by roguehorsemen on Dec 16, 2023 1:31:31 GMT -6
{The screen fades in and we find ourselves looking at a very pissed off Robert Armstrong as he seems to have finished up a workout or something as he is wearing a pair of loose black Underarmor workout shorts and nothing else as his tattooed chest is bare, drenched heavily in sweat from what seems to be a very intense workout at the very least as he starts to pull the tape off of his fingers}
Armstrong: I keep playing the events of the pay per view over and over in my head, trying to make sense of where everything started to go wrong and where I let the team down, and the point of the matter is that none of us did anything wrong nor was Reaper Crisis the so called “better team” in this case.
It was just simply a matter of time.
You see despite what everyone loves to think, we’re all still bounds by the winds of Fate herself and Fate…she can be a very finky woman. Sometimes she can heap grand treasure upon grand treasure upon you while other times she can take everything that you love away in the single beat of your heart and at the pay per view…Fate decided that the Rogues should go back to the start because we stopped being one thing mostly and that was *hungry*.
{Rob looks away from the camera for a moment, running a hand through his sweaty hair for a moment before turning to look back at the camera with a slightly guilty look on his face}
Armstrong: Or should I say, the brothers stopped being hungry. I mean David and Patrick are killer guys, the kind of people that you want at your back in a fight hands down sure…but at some point here in this company they simply stopped being just as *hungry* as I was and I was always pretty hungry because yes, the Trios titles were great and everything and the perfect first title for me…the question became why was Caine always getting all of the title shots, hm?
I won’t deny that the man has been a wrestler a whole decade longer than me nor do I deny the fact that he’s a several time world champion…but why was he always getting the singles title shots while I was made to sit in the back time and time again?
Was it because I was an unknown quantity perhaps? The so-called “New Kid on the Block” without the catchy history?
{Rob then stops again and slowly starts to pace, the anger that has slowly been simmering behind his eyes we can see is starting to boil over as the Rogue paces}
Armstrong: Now in the shadow of this loss to some kids who value the tropes of Extreme Awful Wrestling from up north, I’m stuck in a match against some pathetic little shit weasel who thinks that he’s some kind of clever dick. I mean what’s this guy’s name “Freddy Funk”....”Funky Flashman”....”Flash Funk”....”River Ward”....”LA Smoothshit”...?? Sounds like he’s some ham and egger who got the most basic of training, popped in a copy of Zion Wrestling 2k23, and just listened to the CAW name selection’s announcer until he found the one that sounded jjjuuussst right for some ego centric little shit like him.
Let me tell you something, Funky Flashman, and I want you to pay as close attention as that little chemically imbalance head of yours's will allow you to because the moment that the bell rings, you’re going to get your fucking bell wrung right before I rip it right off your damn shoulders because you’re nothing more than someone that the front office has offered up before me on my first night out as a singles wrestler.
Nothing more and Nothing less, you’re meant to be a lamb brought out to be feed to the real predator and that’s the bottom line.
And why is that the bottom line might you ask?
Well Flash Funk, that’s the bottom line because you just don’t get to be brought in as a member of the Rogue Horsemen unless you meet the requirements and one of those requirements, one of the most important ones might I add, is that you have got to be down right vicious and callous…you have got to have a certain disrespect for those of the lesser breeds and you sir, are just that…
{Rob flashes the camera a vicious smile}
Armstrong: One of those lesser breeds. You know, these guys who come into a company for the cup of coffee and a Danish who feel like they are fucking entitled, so they kick open the door to the locker room, pop a smoke into their mouth, and start jawing up the *REAL* talent like they own the fucking place which is exactly what you did. And so, it’s up to a *REAL* wrestler, such as myself, to not only beat you back down into your place but to also to ensure that you never forget that kind of place because that’s what a Rogue Horsemen do.
We are that level of *ELITE* that sets the back that every other wrestler has to follow because we are *professional* *WRESTLERS* and not so called “Sports Entertainers”.
Yes, I took a break from professional wrestling to become an MMA fighter because I wanted to expand my horizons. I mean if the “Dread Knight of Professional Wrestling” in Michael Bishop can do it, then why shouldn’t one of the prodigy’s of the infamous Reaver himself? Now while I wasn’t as successful as Mike Bishop was, I’ll admit that much…neither was I a slouch as I chalked up my own victories and I improved on my ringwork because of my time in MMA. I learned on how to improve on things that the Reaver’s Dojo never could get right which is close in footwork and the like and it’s things like this that makes me several more times much more dangerous than you’ll ever be, Flash Funk.
So make your jokes and assume what the hell ever that you want to assume. But you will understand this.
That at Revolution, you are nothing but prey and I’m coming to collect my scalp.
See you shortly, kiddo.
{The screen then fades to black}
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