RP #1
NWL Combat Episode 1
Canada's Hero (0-0-0) vs. Jarod Poe
Roleplay #1
"Great opportunity," she stated. That she is Canada's Hero's wife, Elizabeth, a young 21-year old
caucasian woman with beautiful brunette hair and brown sparkling eyes. She looks at him and hands
him the paper.
"It's been almost a year, i'm hungry to get back into this," said Canada's Hero. He stared at the paper
which showed a tournament bracket. One in which he has entered in hopes of capturing the world
heavyweight championship.
He stared into the utter darkness of the night, looking down at his feet, his wrestling boots tightly laced.
His daily routine had just been completed. Elizabeth was there, as she was each and every night, pushing
him to his limits. Making him work harder and harder to reach the goal that she knew was there. Never
before had he captured a world title, it had always been the one thing that eluded him his entire career.
But now things were different. Even though he was only 22-years of age he had been in the wrestling business
almost four years. He knew much more now than he did coming in years ago, something was different about
this return. For once, he felt like the agressor, like the man who should win, who would win. He knew that
his time was running short, that this may be his final return. The chances at winning a world championship
are slim, but this time everyone had a shot.
He could prove that he is without a doubt the most destructive source in this federation. Thoughts continued
to race thru his head. Almost four months now he had been back practicing. He just recently signed on to
a deal with this federation and had just today learned of the tournament for the world title. His life had always
been a struggle, this would be no different.
Now though, he was a veteran, a crafty one at that. He would have to start fresh, with new excitement, and he
had less than a week to complete his preparation. The first match against a kid named "Jarod Poe" would be
just a few days away. The name meant nothing to him, he was a nobody, he had never heard of the guy before
and didn't care to. Everything relied on what he did, not what his opponent did and he knew that.
"I'm ready," he muttered, picking his bruised body up from the sidewalk and offering his hand to Elizabeth to help
her up. She took it and they began to walk back to their house, just a few yards away. Time was catching up on
them both, but they knew their chance was near. All the time, the blood, the sweat, the tears all came down to this.
Sure they could lose, but what would that prove? Canadians are born winners, it's in their blood, and losing is
not an option.
**First roleplay I have done in a few months (nearly a year) and also was done late at night, I will get better, trust me,
just wait! lol