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Finding An Attire; The Little Guy's GCWA debut roleplays
Topic Started: Feb 18 2010, 06:04 PM (56 Views)
J. Rish
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I figured since Dani was a glory hound and posted her GCWA rp, that I would follow suit and post up my first two for The Little Guy. If you get a chance I wouldn't mind some feedback on the OOC thread, don't worry about giving me negative but constructive criticism because that's what I'm looking for.



Roleplay #1


This is finally it for me.

That was the lingering thought that continued to run it’s way through my mind ever since last Friday night when I, The Little Guy, made my appearance on GCWA for the very first time. I knew that my career as CWF’s mascot would only get me so far in life, and to be quite frank I was getting sick of being seen as a joke over there. Not once was I placed in the ring to showcase my skills, ever since I was hired from my stint in the World Wrestling Cup tournament I was delegated to be the five minutes of comic relief. So the opportunity came for me when Arryk Rage came to Tuesday Night Massacre, he left the guest locker room to go call out Angelica and I snuck my way right into this company with him.

And what a joy my first night was here, I certainly made a big mark right off the bat. The staff and writers may not be very fond of me after the mishap with the buffet’s food, but that is not my concern at the moment. My concentration is solely on the one named The Lost Soul, a legend around these parts and the Intercontinental champion. I’m not sure if TLG is being thrown to the wolves in this match or if I’m expected to be a throwaway opponent for you, but let me tell you this pal; I’m no little man.

Okay well I am kind of little, but that’s besides the point.

Through extensive research on The Lost Soul I have found very little useful information, this is a guy who has kept himself in the shadow for years but yet revered all around. What is important to me is that he went all the way to the finals of the Warriors of the Ring IV Tournament; outclassing Mr. Excellent, ravaging Crazy Chris, and decimating Dangerous Dan.

But unfortunately for you Mr. Lost Soul, the same thing that happened at the very end of the night that’ll end up happening this Friday, you will fall as the ultimate victim and be made a fool of in front of thousands of fans as The Little Guy makes his debut by taking out one of the biggest names in the wrestling business. I did not train my little ass off for years at a time to come in a lose the very first night out, I didn’t embarrass myself in the Midget Wrestling Federation for three years to squander my first opportunity in the spotlight. No, I have come here to be the Next Big Little Thing in the wrestling world, and that’s exactly the path I’m going to set for myself starting this Friday.

Although I will give you some credit though The Lost Soul, you are certainly unique. A fierce competitor who has fought everyone from 500+ pound competitors to a bunch of insane animals adamantly named the Deadly Five. In your eyes I’m sure you see this upcoming match to be an easier battle than the ones you’ve fought recently, but let me reassure you that I’m a much bigger obstacle that I look. Truth be told I need this opportunity so much more than you do, with a loss my career here will become just another joke but with a win I can prove that The Little Guy should never be overlooked again.”


And suddenly a loud applause of clapping and the scene cuts in to the woman behind the noise, an elderly woman well into her sixties with her long gray hair tied into a ponytail and a smile on her face. Her flowery red dress sways as she continues to clap after hearing me test my GCWA speech out in front of her, my loyal audience. Miss Stella had been the maid for my family through the generations, after my father Theodore begun his investment company she was one of the first people hired to keep clean the many mansions. She did her job to the best extent she could and that was what was important to him, and truth be told the man always had a hand for hiring as many women as he could for “extra” purposes.

When things started to really take off for the company and our entire lifeline became rich, my father passed Miss Stella down to me to help out with my side of things. At one time I was a major shareholder in the management of Douglas Investments but my true calling had always been professional wrestling. No one in the office meetings ever took a man who was only four feet in stature seriously, no matter what his positioning was in the company. At first I had called for my father to fire each and every son of a bitch who made fun of me, I had put up with enough ridicule from them punk preppys in high school and I wasn’t about to do the same again.

But now I no longer work on a fulltime basis at my father’s investment company, instead I finally got to take up my true calling in professional wrestling. The fruits of my labor in the past still remain in this gorgeous mansion I live in however, from the diamond chandelier hanging over my head to the breathtaking spiral staircase to the upstairs. Miss Stella walks behind me and takes off my black fur coat from around my tiny shoulders to reveal the full form of myself. The 4’1 Guy of Your Dreams, with fab abs and a body that could do karate, The Little Guy is ready for some action. Miss Stella forces a smile before following me over to the couch, pouring each of us a glass of tea.


“You sound like you’re more than ready for this first match Raymond, there’s no way anyone from the GCWA is going to be able to stop you. They will all look down on you and think you’re just an easy obstacle to over come, but I know more than anyone that’ll come back to haunt them.”

“In just one week’s time everything will be changed, the world will know me as the new star of this company. I will not only take GCWA to all new levels but I will show all the little people around the world that no matter how big their dreams may be, no matter how impossible the real world may seem, anything and everything is possible if you really put your heart into it.”

“Speaking of putting your heart into it, I have really outdone myself and made you a Valentine’s Day present.”

“You couldn’t have, you wouldn’t have, you…”

“Don’t worry Raymond I didn’t go out buying anything expensive or gaudy. In fact this is something straight from the heart from me to you to help with your path as a wrestler. I have taken the liberty to watch several GCWA shows and I was incredibly taken aback by how many crazy outfits these men all wear. So with it being Valentine’s Day and you not having anyone to share the day with I thought I’d help you out with this so maybe you’d fit in a little better.”

Miss Stella inches her way over on the family couch and reaches out over it to the side and pulls something out. Much to my surprise it is a small, bright green wrestling suit with the letters TLG written diagonally across the chest in almost a Superman-like writing. I try to hold my emotions in and not roll my eyes at the horrendously looking outfit as it’s obvious that she had sewn it herself, but accidentally a small cringe was just enough for Miss Stella to notice my feelings and sigh aloud.

“I…I…love it?”

“Ah damn it, I’m sorry Mr. Douglas. I just wanted to do something special for you and really thought you would like this.”

“Listen, it’s the thought that counts. You did have the right idea though because I’m going to need ring gear for this upcoming match Friday. Just…green is certainly not my color, I may have been a sideshow freak in the past and will also continue playing some practical shows on the occasion, but when it comes match time things couldn’t be more serious. I want to make a huge first impression and wearing this bright green outfit won’t do me any justice, so why don’t you and I head over to the local Shopping Mall and I’m sure we’ll find something.”

Miss Stella nods at me and sips at her glass of tea.

“As you wish sir. While we are out I’ll discuss a few things with you to strategize your match with The Lost Soul, coming in as a relative unknown you happen to have a distinct advantage that will only come once in a lifetime. You need to use your brilliant quickness and tiny stature to fly and flip around that ring faster than his eyes can see.”

With a bright, yellow smile on her face she places her left arm around me and pulls me in for a friendly smile. Instead of returning her gracious smile with one of my own, my right eyebrow flickers up and I let out a stubborn scoff. As generous a gift as the wrestling suit she had made me was, and I realized the amount of hours she must have put into slaving over the sewing machine, it just wasn’t going to get the job done on Friday Night Inferno. And even the fact that she thought in her mindless brain that she had a conception of The Little Guy’s style, she needed to be put in her place.

“Stella, take a good long look at me. What do you see when you look at your boss?”

“A man who is small in body but big in mind.”

“No Miss Stella, I am a man who is big in everything. I am the success story that you all read about in the Sunday newspaper. I am the being that you all aspire to be, I am the reality show that you watch each and every week and gawk over. And most importantly I am the greatest thing to ever hit GCWA television and it is an absolute must that we get an attire for me to go along with those high claims. Now let’s go.”




Roleplay #2


An extravagant deep purple Porsche rolls through the parking lot of the Lycoming Centre Mall, twisting into a snug parking spot in between two dirty Ford trucks. The platinum rims shine luminously off all four wheels, the paint job recently done and waxed off for a perfect finish. This is the kind of car every single one of you wishes you could drive, but none of you are lucky enough to be me, The Little Guy. I slide open the door off the Porsche and reveal myself, fashioned with a dark blue dress shirt covered in my trademark black fur coat. Miss Stella shuts the car off and gets out of the driver’s seat, making sure to check twice that she locks the car as she knows her life depends on it.

The bitter winter wind whips across my face, leaving harsh chills down my back as we head for the entrance of the shopping mall. As strange as it may seem with the lavish amounts of cash I have to spend, I very rarely go out shopping for myself. That is what the rich and famous pay other, lesser human begins to do. When you own major shares in your father’s remarkably successful Investment firm, the world tends to fall into your fingertips. But even now as Miss Stella holds the glass door open for me to enter the mall, I still have somewhat of a phobia of being around large crowds.

Everyone has their breaking point, after twelve years of schooling and being made fun of every god damn day I was surely at mine. There were days that I just couldn’t bare to go to school and be pushed around by the jocks and bullies, days where I would tell my father goodbye for the morning; just to wonder the streets to try to find the real meaning of life. An old, abandoned set of train tracks that none one seemed to bother with anymore was the perfect place to hide out and gather your thoughts, to this day I still visit those tracks when I need time to myself. Sometimes it’s hard for memories to pass, and the mental anguish I felt every day from those kids in school have propelled me to succeed beyond anyone’s imagination. Now I could buy off every single one of their houses, and I damn well could have an enjoyable night with their wives too.

Miss Stella looked down at me while still holding the door of the Mall, shaking her head sideways and rolling her eyes waiting for me to enter. I shoot her a cold look of death and take a look around the entrance of the place, immediately seeing a fountain in the middle while several escalators take large crowds of people up and down three separate floors. Each store is lined up in unison on both sides of the walkway, and the walkways themselves are filled to the brim with people celebrating the Valentine’s Day holiday.


“Well it’s about time you decided to walk through the door, I’ve only been holding it open for you while you gawk around with your thoughts for the past three minutes.”

“Don’t you worry about what I do, the only thing you need to do is take care of my every whim. I don’t pay you to run your mouth and treat me like everyone else has in the past, I pay you damn good money to be at my side, to listen to me when I have a problem and help me come to a conclusion to solve it. Our problem this week is an extensive one, if I don’t come to Friday Night Inferno with rightful ring gear there is no way the Accelerator is going to let me go out there and wrestle.”

“You could always just wear the nice green outfit that I sewn for you. Do you realize how much time I put into that?”

Being the heartless human being I’ve become through the years, not even a glance was made to Miss Stella as she looks down at the floor in disappointment. Instead my eyes continue moving through the different stores of the Lycoming Centre Mall, it’s amazing to me how modernized the shopping mall scene has become. Cellphone companies show up at almost every corner while extravagant scents come from a healthy array of restaurants awaken the senses.

“Miss Stella, you’ve got to be kidding me. If I wore that raggedy thing I would look like a bigger clown than the one I’m making my debut against. The Lost Soul has the balls to dress up like a clown on a daily basis, but he is far from the happy go lucky type of clown that the moms and dads would want to hire for Little Timmy’s fourth birthday celebration. Oh no, TLS is the type of clown who shows up and stabs you in the back in the middle of the night.”

“He just seemed like a ripoff of It and the Dark Knight to me.”

“Those may have been some hellacious clowns, but none of them are as frightening and terrible as this one, The Lost Soul is the evilest of all the clowns in the whole wide universe. I heard that he hangs out with the dude from Saw and drinks apple martinis while discussing specific ways to mutilate his next victims. And if you’ve ever seen those Saw movies, they can envisage some pretty f***ed up stuff.”

“Okay Raymond, maybe you should really be serious about this guy. I had a chance to watch his promo on you and he seems to think he’s going to have a field day with you out there in the ring. I’m telling you boss, this man doesn’t seem like someone you should be messing around with. He’s probably more than a little crazy, and I wouldn’t want to see you get hurt in your very first match.”

Miss Stella’s advice runs out of her mouth but my attention is elsewhere, as out of the corner of my eye I see two upper class high school girls pointing and laughing in my direction. The one blonde turns to her friend and begins to whisper something into her ear, and immediately the other begins to chuckle aloud. I can almost literally feel the blood beginning to boil as my face cringes with angriness, and as I scream out at them it causes both them and Miss Stella to jump in shock. The girls turn to each other before making a quick run for it, while my elder maid doesn’t know what to think.

“Why don’t we get a quick bite to eat, on you.”

“You want to eat something on me?”

For the first time since my father had hired her many years ago, she made a sexual innuendo towards me and even included a wink in my direction. I quivered at the thought of being in the bedroom with a woman double my age, but in fact Miss Stella was a somewhat attractive woman for being in her fifties. She blushed a little bit before following me over to the Auntie Anne’s pretzel shop, it only took less than a minute waiting in line until we got to order. I picked up a cinnamon sugar pretzel while Miss Stella chose a jalapeño, we thanked the clerk and sat down on a white bench a few feet away to enjoy the snack.

“Anyway, before you started freaking me out I was about to tell you why we shouldn’t worry about me getting injured in this match. While The Lost Soul may be an evil, deadly clown he has one trait that will come back to catch him in the ass this Friday night. The man is on top of the world in his own mind, and he underestimates anyone who he deems unfit to challenge him. He believes that the bark has to be as bad as the bite, but believe me TLS when it comes to our match this little dog will be coming in for the fight of his life. I will let you laugh me off for the next few days while the moments get closer, but when the time is right I’m going to make an example out of you. For everyone who has ever made a derogatory joke on my account, every football player who jammed me in a locker, you epitomize those types of people and will pay the price for them all.”

Snapping off a deep bite of the sugary pretzel, I chewed through the warm and fluffy dough as a sight caught my eye in front of the Hot Topic clothing store. Three men all wearing black leather jackets and white, plastic Joker masks all head into the shop simultaneously. The worst part was that the third one clearly had a long-range pistol in his right hand. My eyes shot open in fear as a single trickle of sweat dripped down my forehead, Miss Stella had yet to notice the three burglars until she traced my eyes and seen the last man walk through the curtains to enter the Hot Topic.

“What…what do we do Mister Douglas?”

With a million different thoughts racing their ways around my mind, I never found the chance to think about what exactly we do in this situation. Suddenly an echoing gun shot sounds from the direction of the gothic store, bringing the roaring crowd walking outside through the corridors to a eerily silent halt. To me it was a very strange coincidence that just days before my debut battle against the clown of GCWA, I was a spectator to three looters taking over a shopping mall store dressed as Batman’s arch nemesis.

“Well there are only two options that I can think of at this time, we can either run and find the security to this place as soon as humanly possible. Or we can get the hell out of here while we still have a head on our shoulders. God only knows what those burglars are asking for, there may even be more of them planning to take this shopping mall for every dollar it’s worth.”

“So you really think we should just pick up our feet and do nothing about this? There could be innocent victims in there Raymond, what if a child ends up getting shot because those lunatics are looking for some extra cash. We have to save the Hot Topic goths, there is no time to go find security and the risk is just too great.”

“You’re damn right the risk is too great, to go in there with no weapons in our hands thinking we can take down three assailants! The only logical thing to do is go back to the Porsche and act like we never seen this happen, that way we don’t even have to worry about getting questioned by the police or anything.”

By this time a deep voice echoes through the entrance of the Hot Topic store, one man clearly in control of the operation as he orders the clerks to empty the cash registers out for them. To make his point as clear as possible he shoots yet another gun shot to the ceiling, and the helpless cries of teenagers and adults become even more scary as they go down to their knees in panic. But none of them were any more scared than myself, I had way too much to live for to put myself into a situation where I could easily be shot. So there was only one thing I could do.

“Let’s go, we’re getting the hell out of here while we still can.”

Not leaving a second for Miss Stella to try to convince me otherwise, I took the last bite of the cinnamon pretzel into my mouth and hopped to my feet, quickly making a sprint down the corridor of the mall. Many of the shoppers continued to lay on the ground in worry of the assailants seeing them move, but the only thing running through my mind was to get moving as quickly as I could. Surprisingly I got all the way down the hallway without hearing any sudden movements or shouts, safely Miss Stella and I went out the glass doors and across the road to the parking lot. The exasperation ran through me as I sprinted towards the door and opened the Porsche, sighing loudly with relief as she started the engine.

“Looks like you’re going to have to wear that nice, bright green suit I made you after all.”
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