This RP is based on winning my debut match against Mr. Jinters. I have no idea if I do or not, but I figure if I don't, this RP wouldn't apply in the first place.
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"Breakout" by the Foo Fighters blasts throughout the arena as a man of medium build strides down to the ring, microphone in hand. Over a white T-shirt, he wears a gray zip-up hoodie with the letters "F" and "C" intertwined on the back, baggy navy blue pants and pure white high-tops. He climbs through the ring ropes and lopes over the the corner where he hops up and sits on the top turnbuckle as the fans shower him with boos.
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Frank Christopher: Once again, frankly speaking, you're in the presence of greatness. You see, I came out here last week and showed all of you what Excellence, Perseverance, Intelligence, and Commitment look like and you still don't understand.
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Christopher hops off the turnbuckle and strolls to the center of the ring, glancing around at the crowd with a smirk.
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Frank Christopher: Even now, as I stand here in the middle of this ring, you try and figure out what I'm talking about. Let me make this simple for you. I am EPIC truth. When you watch me in the ring, you see what true transcendence looks like. I don't mind that you don't get it.
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The crowd starts to boo as Christopher insults their intelligence. A chant of "You suck!" starts rippling through the crowd. Christopher just grins and raises his hand to his ear trying to amplify the chants into his own ears.
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Frank Christopher: You don't get it, and that's ok. Let me show you what excellence is all about. Embrace what I'm telling you. Maybe you'll understand the truth of what you've been sold here in Backyard Wrestling Battlegrounds. I don't fault you. I fault the system. You've been taught to cheer for these cartoon characters, these false heroes. Take for instance my opponent tonight, Mr. Ace Skywalker.
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The crowd quickly switches from boos to cheers as Frank Christopher mentions Ace Skywalker's name. They start chanting, "Pock-et Ac-es *clap clap clap-clap-clap*" over and over again as they root on the card playing gambler. Christopher just smiles and shakes his head at the crowds response.
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Frank Christopher: You still don't get it. He is a cheating, lying, gambler who doesn't care about any of you. All he cares about is gambling his life away. Even tonight, he's taking a major gamble here against me in the ring. You can bet he doesn't care what any of you think. Yet you cheer him...blindly...because he's a "hero" to you. Someone that you all look up to. Someone you want to be like. Do you really want to be a gambler who can't rub two nickels together at the end of the month? Do you really want to be the kind of person who wagers his career on the outcome of one match? Think about that. You don't know and so you need to learn. That's why I'm here; to open your eyes, to teach you the truth.
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The boos get louder and louder as Frank Christopher drops to a knee in the center of the ring.
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Frank Christopher: You don't know...but you will. My name is Frank Christopher and I...am...EPIC...truth!
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Frank Christopher stands up and tosses the microphone out of the ring as "Breakout" blasts over the P.A. system again. He rolls out of the ring and strides back toward the backstage area. The crowd boos heartily as he saunters up the ramp with an enormous grin on his face.
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