Madison/Daniels vs. Cholo/Lopez

[Marcus Welsh]

Roleplay Window: Thursday, July 29th - Tuesday, August 3rd. 6 days to post 1 rp PER team member. 1k word cap. 125 word overage buffer. Anything over results in a DQ. Match will air on the August 11th episode of Piledriver.

Please post your rps as a reply to this thread.

Winning team will face the winners of the Iraq Nid/Talia Areano vs. Bradley Carrington/Bianca McBride match.

[theorginalredneck202]

[Brett Daniels is seen sitting in the private rear booth of his place the last chance lanes and Lounge. He is sucking on an ice cold beer. He's dressed in faded blue Jeans, Western style shirt, Cowboy boots and his trademark black hat. He puts his beer down, takes a breath then begins speaking.]

Brett daniels: Hello Brett Daniels here. Some may know me as the redneck superman. Others may know me as the most Interesting Redneck in the World. But once all of us bad folks get into the mix you can just refer to me as sir.

[Chuckles to himself as he takes a swig of beer from his bottle]

Brett Daniels: Now I know what you're thinking, that's mighty big talk and quite the bold statement but let me explain to you why that is.

I don't just wear this hat for show and I don't call myself cowboy because I need another nickname. Because while it is true you don't need a hat to be a cowboy but what you do need is grit and I have that in spades! I also got balls that go clank cause that is what you need to survive in this business for as long I have! That and goddamn passion!

[Takes his hat off and sits on the table]

Because if you don't have passion this business will ride you hard and put you away wet and move on to the next without breaking a sweat! So take a look at my forehead and tell me I don't have passion or I'm afraid of a fight.

I never back down from a challenge. I will get into the mud, the blood and the beer. I will get my hands dirty to achieve that W and hit the pay window.

I think I got a partner who's very like minded in Chris Madison. We're both big and hard and battle scarred and while I can't speak for him I'm desperate, hungry and ain't got a damn thing to lose at this point.

So Giovanni Santana & Lily Lopez no disrespect intended and hear your two legit players in the grand business of ours but know this you're catching an asswhipping courtesy of the fine cut dipping, hard liquor drinking, soup bone swinging west texas badass! But you have designs on winning just know it's going to be an all day job so best to pack you sack lunch cause it's not gonna be easy cause everyone is going to find out this old outlaw has one more ride left in him. So I'll see you out there.

[Brett picks his hat off the table, puts back on his head and walks out of the booth]

[Chris Madison]

The distinct sound of a metal chain clinking together is heard as a heavy bag sways from front to back. On the other side of the bag, a shadowy figure steps in and out of focus in the dimly lit training facility, as hconnecting with stiff strikes. The smacking sound of flesh hitting the bag with precision is like a symphony to those in combat sports. Two hands reach out, grabbing the sides of the heavy bag to stop its perpetual movement.

“This is me,” the gritty voice mutters from behind the bag.

For a moment, time stands still. That is of course until Chris Madison steps aside, revealing himself to be the shadowy figure.

“I’ve had a very long career,” he declares before pausing for a brief moment. Placed on the ground by his feet was a bottle of water and white terry cloth towel. Madison bends over and lifts both up. He slings the towel over his shoulder and takes a swig of water. “I’ve traveled the world for over twenty years and competed just about anywhere I could. I don’t know, maybe I just enjoy challengin’ myself against the very best this business has to offer. When opportunity knocks, I never hesitate to take it head on. Consider me a glutton for punishment, but there’s nothin’ I enjoy more than steppin’ through those ropes, standin’ toe to toe with my opponent, and damn near beatin’ the ever lovin’ hell out of each other.”

Madison grabs an end of the terry cloth towel and wipes the sweat dripping from his forehead. A true technician in the sport, Madison, despite the lengthy career, was always working to better himself. No one is perfect. It’s a mindset that he lives by. In order to be successful, you have to be willing to outwork the man or woman standing across from you.

“OCW’s Margarita Mix provides me with a new outlet. A slew of new opponents that I can get my hands on. The caveat,”  he pauses as a grin slowly grows on his face. The possibilities were clearly running through his mind like the reels of a slot machine. “It’s a lethal lottery tag team tournament. Meanin’ that thirty two competitors sign up and get paired in teams completely at random. This isn’t just about relyin’ on yourself and your own abilities. Now you have to be able to adapt to a new tag team partner - more than likely, someone that you’ve never teamed with in the past. It’s about buildin’ chemistry on the fly. Now I could have been lucky and gotten thrown together with my brother from another mother, Jason Cashe. We’ve proven to be a championship caliber team, holding the UWL United States Tag Team Championships for ninety two days until losin’ them in a unification ladder match just a month ago. Luckily for the rest of the field, we weren’t paired up. He got put with Lexi Gold while I struck gold by gettin’ Brett Daniels in my corner.”

Madison chugs the rest of the water and tosses the bottle aside. He once again wipes the sweat from his face with the terry cloth towel before discarding it. Madison turns away from the camera, slowly walking to a training ring set up behind him. On the apron of the ring is a red cooler. Madison opens up the cooler and reaches in, plucking an ice cold beer from within. Madison cracks open the aluminum can and tips it towards the camera crew before pouring some down his throat.

“Buildin’ chemistry,” he chuckled. But there was truth behind those two simple words. Impromptu tag teams aren’t going to be able to rely on talent alone. To win, you’re going to have to connect with your partner faster than the rest of the field. “I got the beer swiggin’ cowboy whose idea of an ideal friday night is kickin’ another man ass! Well I think we’ll get along just fine Mr. Daniels!”

Madison tilts his head back, opens his mouth wide, and pours the rest of the beer down into his mouth. He finishes the beer, places it down on the ring apron, and then grabs himself another.

“Together, Brett Daniels and I can run the table in OCW’s Margarita Mix. That run, it starts with Lily Lopez and Giovanni Santana. I’m not goin’ to sit here and pretend that I know a lot about Lily or Giovanni. This is the first time that our paths have crossed. Just because the knowledge isn’t there, doesn’t mean I’m goin’ to take either of the two of you lightly. I come from the mindset that anythin’ can happen anytime you step through those ropes, so prepare for the best. I’m sure the two of you are goin’ to give the performances of your lives. I expect it. But you’re goin’ to have to understand the task at hand if you’re goin’ to have even a sliver of hope that you’ll pull off the upset and take out Brett and I. When I set my mind to somethin’ it’s damn near impossible to stop me,” he proclaims. The War Machine wasn’t lying. His entire career has been a tale of a man willing to fight through any obstacle put in front of him for the sake of his own glory. The Margarita Mix just happens to be his newest outlet. “Lily, Giovanni, if, and that’s a big if… If you’re goin’ to succeed, you’re goin’ to have to be the absolute best versions of yourselves. You’re goin’ to have to dig down deep, find a fight within that you didn’t know existed until now. Even then, it might not be enough.”

“At the end of the day, to me, it doesn’t matter who is standin’ across from me. It could even be my boy Jason Cashe, and he knows it. Bein’ in this tournament, I am goin’ to do everythin’ in my power to rip my opponents apart limb by limb. I will tear them down physically and mentally. I will break down their will to fight until there’s nothin’ left to do but quit. It’s nothin’ personal. This is the business,” he says before pressing his lips together and whispering, “this is me…”

[Deleted]

A margarita glass filled almost to the top sits in front of you, blocking what would otherwise be a great shot of a beautiful beach with sparking black sands, peaceful waves and dark blue water. The drink, stars to oddly bubble and then two heads pop up from it making you do a double-take. The camera pulls away now, revealing not a margarita drink sitting at the top of a table or bar but a life size margarita-glass-shape pool. The two heads that popped up belong to a couple of brunettes' who are clearly having a blast swimming in the decent size pool.

From the left comes 1 of the most sought after free agents in the wrestling market at the moment and semi-finalist of the hottest tournament of the summer (until now), The QuagCup! He is strolling towards the custom pool wearing light blue Bermuda shorts; he doesn't wear a shirt, revealing his very great physique. He usually wears an afro that would make a young Michael Jackson beyond proud but today he has his hair done in cornrows. He walks up the steps leading to the pool and when the two brunettes see him they all get happy and giddy.

Brunette 1: Hola Cholo!

Brunette 2: Papi, come on in, this pool is amazing!

Cholo stands at he edge of the pool, smirking at the two brunettes before getting in the pool one leg at a time, standing in the steps that lead deeper into the pool.

Cholo: Mamacitas, all in good time. Right now, let me squeeze between.... the two of you and take care of some business first alright?

They both agree as he takes the final step into the pool, the water coming up to just above his navel. He slowly makes his way over to the girls, doing as he said, squeezing between the two of them. They begin to flirt with him and he just smiles, finally acknowledging the camera and shrugging as if to say: 'what are you gonna do?'. He enjoys their attention for a moment or two, putting his arms around each one of them. He looks towards the camera and begins speaking, still sporting a smile on his face.

Cholo: Hola mi gente! For those of you that don't know me, let me give you the quick run down. I am known as "Cholo" Giovanni Santana and I am the perfect example of what going from rags to riches looks like! No more than 9 weeks ago I was making my wrestling debut as the seventy something entrant to an international tournament with probably less than a thousand bucks in my bank account. Fast forward 7 weeks and I was finishing up as the runner-up in the finals and winning myself a cool five million dollars! Fast forward two more weeks and now you see me here living the life in a beach resort in my home country of El Salvador that I recently bought, cash! That's right, I now own my little piece of paradise and have been enjoying life ever since!

He pauses to look at the two hot brunettes before continuing.

Cholo: So if I am living the life, and things are all for the better, then why am sitting here as 1 of 32 entrants into a tournament called "The Margarita Mix" where you have to tag with a partner you likely never worked with before and that if you end up winning the whole thing, you have to decide if you challenge for the OCW tag titles or pretty much turn your back on your partner and battle them instead for a shot at the singles OCW title of your choosing. Well the answer is quite simple my amigos, because I can!

He laughs and the two brunette laugh with him but sensing their patronage he shoves them to the side and then he swims towards the edge of the pool closer to the camera. His demeanor has change and now appears to be all business.

Cholo: The fact that I am now rich has made me realize that I don't have to be tied down to any federation and that instead, I can fight when I want, wherever I want. Well what I want right now is to wrestle in a tournament that has been tailored made for me. While this is a tag team tournament, I rather leave the tag team wrestling to my cousins The Malvado Bros; meaning that I am doing this to earn 'myself' a title shot. So Lily Lopez, you are my partner for this thing, fantastico! Latin Alliance, Latino Power and all that Latin Jazz, but when you and I win this whole thing just know that we will be fighting later on that night for a shot at the gold.

He relaxes, smiles and swims back to the girls, putting her arms around both again and they are all smiles too, having already forgotten that they both got a palm to the faces a second ago.

Cholo: In my last tournament I fought a bunch of wrestlers I had never heard of and the Margarita Mix is no different, my opponents for the first round are Brett Daniels and Chris Madison. Now I legit don't know a damn thing about them, but just from looking at their tag team photo alone I can see that they are both tough hombres that mean business. Chris Madison is a fighter, he has the face of a man who once used to be human and has gotten his teeth kicked-in more than once but at the same time a man who has dished out many ass kickings himself. He's tough, he's rugged and probably very eager to show his shoot style of wrestling. Brett Daniels on the other hand is a good old fashion, beer-drinking, Marlboro-smoking, cowboy-hat wearing mean son of a bitch! He probably doesn't give a damn who he tags with as long as he or she don't get in the way of his drinking and ass kicking. To say that I am concerned about this match-up would be a huge understatement as I am hoping my partner Lily is able to step up and help me get past these two. The task is not easy, these guys are itching for a good old fashion fight and I want to be the one to give it to them like I know I can. I hope Lily is too, because as much as I want to believe I can beat these two by myself, I need my tag team partner...

...At least for now.

He smiles again and then waves the camera off as he begins to get cozy with the brunettes.