SLAMTRACK 6: 'The Nightmare' Nic Allen v. El Cabrón

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SLAMTRACK 6: 'The Nightmare' Nic Allen v. El Cabrón

Roleplaying thread for 'The Nightmare' Nic Allen v. El Cabrón

1000-word roleplay limit
No stacking allowed whatsoever

Roleplay deadline is Wednesday, January 28 at 11:59pm Red Line time
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[esoteric elijah]

Re: SLAMTRACK 6: 'The Nightmare' Nic Allen v. El Cabrón

The lights go out


roughly 30 seconds goby and the lights come back on and both wrestlers are stone cold knocked out inthe middle of ring


the lights go outagain, while pitch black a voice comes through the speakers on the titantron


"The futileexistence of the many outweigh the needs to the few. The moronic gestures ofthe many outweigh the view of the intellect. Who? what? when? where? it doesn'tmatter. The depravity is inline to keep the hypocrisy aside." ?


(woman screaming inbackground)


"? disturbinglaugh"


All the lights comeback on

(nic allen and el carbon eventually come to their senses andthe match continues)

(post match)
(post announcement of winner/loser)


Nic walks up the ramp, until a voice comes out of thespeakers on the titantron

“No man's knowledge can go beyond his experience. What’s notyet written is yet to be told, your story has been scripted for me to unfold. Grandiosedelusions of the economically rich, money can’t buy talent come collect yourbitch.”

(the camera zooms in on Nic’s girlfriend tied upto a chair unconscious)

“Hello, Nic. I want to play a game. I think you know wherethis game will take place. Despite all of the advantages and privileges thatyou were given at birth, your arrogance has amounted to nothing. Toocomfortable in your own self deception to realise the truth. The hedonistictraits that lie deep within the course of your problem, drink, drugs, sex,money. One of those will be eliminated tonight, the futile love life that willsoon wear thin against your precious dollar bill”

(the titantron shows a picture of a briefcase full of moneyroughly $25k in another room)

“Was this mine, was this yours, have you seen this before.Love vs money you decide? Mock me at your peril, insignificant I think not”

(Nic runs backstage and makes his decision)

(Alternative scenarios)
Money and partnership:Nic runs backstage to the locker room and finds the money in the briefcasejust as he saw minutes earlier. A note is in the briefcase, “Hello. You don'tknow me, but I know you. Your ex-girlfriend has been acquainted and then disposed.Welcome to your rebirth. For years you have stood by and witnessed as yourcolleges have taken what could have been yours. Our time is now, pleasure doingbusiness with you”

Girlfriend and newrivalry: Nic runs backstage to the boiler room, (the lights are blown andwon’t come on) with limited vision finds his girlfriend tied upto the chair. Withinseconds gets knocked out with a lead pipe by the unknown man from behind.

Screen fades to black

 

[RStrawsma]

Re: SLAMTRACK 6: 'The Nightmare' Nic Allen v. El Cabrón

(CUE UP: "Endless" by Bongripper. Straight-up Chicago doom.)

(FADE IN: To yet another cold and miserable day on the streets of the Windy City. A brief establishing shot shows the exterior of the BILLY GOAT TAVERN down on Lower Wacker Drive. The sign on the wall clearly reads: "CHEEZBORGER! CHEEZBORGER! CHEEZBORGER! NO PEPSI... COKE!")

(CUT TO: Inside, where a lone figure in a long black coat and a HORNED LUCHADOR MASK sits at the bar, back to the camera, snacking on a cheeseburger watching the screen hanging in the corner play through local sports highlights. A brief commercial segue plugs the upcoming Red Line Wrestling event... "SLAMTRACK 6! Live at the Sullivan Athletic Center!" The masked man lets out a raspy before he speaks while chewing his food...)

"Some people see a city with the size and the culture of Chicago... and to them, it's a land of opportunity."

"And yet, some people... the kind of folks that drift a little further into the shadows than many others would dare... might just look at this city and see more opportunities for FAILURE."

"And that's something that interests me... failure. Not my own, of course... as a man who unhappily dwells at the bottom of the proverbial barrel, I don't believe I can get any lower than I already am. But I can still leave a mark on this world... a fetid black STAIN... by dragging one poor soul at a time into this primordial quagmire of failure. I pride myself in that..."

(CUT TO : Close-up of the man's lower half of the face, as he lets out another dry chuckle and stuffs another mouthful of Chicago beef into his gullet, hardly minding the bits of food that fall into the scraggly black beard jutting through the mask's open jaw area.)

"Yessir, wherever I go, I spread the same ruin. I've seen legends brought to their knees... immortal empires reducedto ruin... and now I bring that plague to Chicago, like a trueborn son of Cain, forever walking bearing a curse of doom and destruction."

"But this city already knows a little something about curses, I take it. The old legend is that the man who built this very joint is the reason the Cubs haven't won a World Series in over a century..."

(CUT TO: Black tar-stained fingers drumming on the counter, in time to music that only we the audience can hear.)

"The year was 1945... and he was there in the stands watching the game, right next to his best buddy in the world. Except for some reason, the other people sitting in those stands weren't really digging the buddy's smell... on account of him being an actual GOAT. When he was eventually asked to leave the stadium and heckled on his way out, he boldly declared that the Cubs would never again win the Series."

"Seventy years later... the Cubs haven't proven him wrong."

(CUT TO: The earlier shot of the man at the bar, still chowing down.)

"The moral of the story? If you want to avoid getting cursed..."

(Swiveling around in his seat, EL CABRÓN reveals himself entirely, greeting the Red Line faithful with the Devil's grin.)

El Cabrón
Then learn to RESPECT... the GOAT.

(Sliding off the stool and coming to a stand on his bare feet, the goat-masked fiend swaggers up to the camera and flicks the remains of a pickle from his beard...)

El Cabrón
We'll see how far that respect goes as I grace this city with my foul presence at Slamtrack 6... warming the canvas for a mouth-breather that answers to "The Nightmare" Nic Allen. And while there isn't much to be seen of this guy yet, I saw a photo, and I gotta say... I'm not sure "nightmare" accurately describes your average hotdog-chowing hoss. Not compared to the shit I'VE seen...

And take it from me... I've creeped and crawled my way through almost every disgusting pit of humanity every imagined. I've seen things that could give any hard-boiled men nightmares for the rest of their lives. Things that turn the mind inside out... making that inner haven a place of fear, until the mind eventually wakes up...

(He takes a step closer to the camera, big evil grin lined in a hobo's beard, dark eyes burrowing into the camera.)

El Cabrón
But as Nic Allen will learn at Slamtrack 6... the REAL fear in this world doesn't go away when you wake up! HEH HEH HEH...

(The masked man in black continues his raspy chuckling as he pulls a spliff from his coat and heads for the door, lighting up almost the minute he's on the street. Through the glass door, we can see that he makes the mistake of continuing to laugh as he takes in a hit, and spends a good twenty seconds comically choking for air before wandering off.)

(FADE TO: Void.)