Post by Adrien | Adam on Nov 10, 2017 15:40:06 GMT -5
FOR THE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT PART OF THIS RP, CLICK HERE
Somebody get me out of here
Anybody get me out of here
Somebody get me out of here
Get me the fuck right out of here
So far away
I don't want to stay
Get me out of here right now
I just wanna be free
Is there a possibility?
Get me out of here right now
This lifelike dream ain't for me
“So, it looks like our paths have finally crossed.”
The three-time World Heavyweight Champion smiles into the camera as soon as it starts filming. The Dropkick King is standing in the middle of an area that is oh so familiar to him...his own backyard. The embers in the firepit behind him are smoldering and glowing. The swimming pool further back has been drained and covered for the winter. And as the home of Adrien Cochrane casts a shadow on a majority of what the camera can see, Stacy Sterling is barely visible inside of the house, passing by the glass backdoor that leads into the kitchen every five minutes or so.
“Travis Blake, the Lone Prodigy. Welcome to our humble little company. And perhaps I should welcome you to the wonderful state of Louisiana upon your arrival for Dissension. It’s amazing how I went to so many events like wrestling shows and concerts at the very venue our match will take place inside of. I mean, back then, it was called the New Orleans Arena. Right next to the Superdome, where my New Orleans Saints play. I remember when it opened when I was around thirteen years old. It got renamed to the Smoothie King Center like three years ago.
“I guess the point of this is to make sure that you know just what my mindset is. I am not losing in front of my hometown, Travis. I’ve watched too many Pelicans games and all sorts of other events to step into this arena and not give it one hundred percent.”
Cochrane takes his hands out of the pockets of his brown jacket. His plaid shirt can be seen underneath the opened jacket. A baseball cap covers most of Adrien’s blonde hair.
“This isn’t an indictment on your talents. This isn’t me calling you less skilled or anything of that like. Believe me, I look at your resume, it makes me nod my head. You’ve done some things in your career. If you aren’t in the Hall of Fame over in WWH, then you’re being underrated in their history. And you’re still a pretty young wrestler...three years younger than me and I consider myself just reaching the prime of my career. Sure, you’ve had some bumps in the road. I’m not here to air your dirty laundry.
“But this isn’t about what you’ve had to endure and overcome to get to where you are today. This isn’t about what championships you’ve one elsewhere or even what championships I’ve won elsewhere. This isn’t about one of us making petty insults about one another to say that the other one is not capable of winning any given match on any given show. I’m not the type to say such things, and I will think a bit higher of you if you show the same attitude about that. This is about one thing and one thing only: which of us is willing to push themselves further than the other when we step into the Smoothie King Center in front of eighteen and a half thousand of my fellow New Orleanians. Can you keep me down for a three count, knowing I’m on my home turf? Knowing that I’m not staying in some sort of hotel room with some sort of restaurant food, but sleeping in the comfort of my own bed and eating food from my own kitchen and don’t even need to rely on Apple Maps to find the venue that is hosting our big match, Travis?
“Might not seem like a big deal to you, but it is to me. I haven’t wrestled in New Orleans in almost seven years. I haven’t felt a home-field advantage since over half my career ago. I expect you to downplay the whole New Orleans angle a bit. I probably would if the shoe was on the other foot. It is what it is. Because this city means everything to me. The music, the food, the atmosphere...this is where I was born and this is where my heart is.
“Let me be a bit more clear and stop gushing over wrestling in my home. I’m not losing this match. I have a lot of plans moving forward, and that includes winning the NGW Championship against Matthew Shields, Kayla Richards, and my friend Johnny Maverick. With those aspirations, I cannot afford to lose any upcoming match. I need this win. I need every match I can get while I prepare for one of the biggest matches of mine for the year. I am looked at by the...well, remaining Guardians...as some sort of leader, a role I didn’t really want, but I have it anyway. It’s a responsibility of mine regardless. And for me to lose any match and spoil my momentum going into this pay per view. I have that responsibility to make Jazmyn Rain and Honey proud. And I will not let them down. Not after everything they’ve done for me. And I don’t want to let down the many people who will be attending an Adrien wrestling match for the first time in their lives.
“Even you have to admit, I have a lot more riding on this match than you, Travis. Yeah, it’s your second match here, you’re still learning the ropes of your new environment. This is going to be my tenth match so I can empathize with that. I can. I haven’t been here as long as it feels I have been. But I have a mission. I have a clear-cut goal I’ve been working towards for a few months now. Your ambition is nothing more than proving you’re a new signing that’s going to make a big impact. And I get that. You’re still new to the company. But for me...I’m trying to win a championship before the year is over. It’s not that you’re not a big deal, Travis Blake. You are. I wouldn’t be spending so much time preparing for our match if I didn’t think you were. But I have more to lose in this match. I mean no offense by that, it just is what it is.”
Stacy Sterling is visible in the background putting up something in each window from inside the home. Adrien’s steps closer which obscures what she’s putting up.
“Travis, I respect what you can do. But I also know what I can do in the ring. In fact, one might say that I...believe...what I can do in the ring. Simply put, I believe I will walk out of the Smoothie King Center and head to my home that is right behind me and no more than ten miles away from the venue the winner of this match. You’re going to get some big victories, Travis. I do. I know you will. But not this one. This time...it’s my turn.”
The Dropkick King smiles one last time before stepping out of the camera’s view. The windows now have letters in each section of the back of the home, spelling out “#BELIEVE” across the entire house.
I fell asleep while
Watching Spike TV
After ten cups of coffee and you're still not here
Dreaming of a song
But something went wrong
And I can't tell anyone ‘cause no one's here
Left me here alone
And I should have stayed home
After ten cups of coffee, I'm thinking
(Where'd you go?)
Nobody likes you, everyone left you
(Where'd you go?)
They're all out without you havin' fun
(Where'd you go?)
Everyone left you, nobody likes you
(Where'd you go?)
They're all out without you havin' fun
Somebody get me out of here
Anybody get me out of here
Somebody get me out of here
Get me the fuck right out of here
So far away
I don't want to stay
Get me out of here right now
I just wanna be free
Is there a possibility?
Get me out of here right now
This lifelike dream ain't for me
“So, it looks like our paths have finally crossed.”
The three-time World Heavyweight Champion smiles into the camera as soon as it starts filming. The Dropkick King is standing in the middle of an area that is oh so familiar to him...his own backyard. The embers in the firepit behind him are smoldering and glowing. The swimming pool further back has been drained and covered for the winter. And as the home of Adrien Cochrane casts a shadow on a majority of what the camera can see, Stacy Sterling is barely visible inside of the house, passing by the glass backdoor that leads into the kitchen every five minutes or so.
“Travis Blake, the Lone Prodigy. Welcome to our humble little company. And perhaps I should welcome you to the wonderful state of Louisiana upon your arrival for Dissension. It’s amazing how I went to so many events like wrestling shows and concerts at the very venue our match will take place inside of. I mean, back then, it was called the New Orleans Arena. Right next to the Superdome, where my New Orleans Saints play. I remember when it opened when I was around thirteen years old. It got renamed to the Smoothie King Center like three years ago.
“I guess the point of this is to make sure that you know just what my mindset is. I am not losing in front of my hometown, Travis. I’ve watched too many Pelicans games and all sorts of other events to step into this arena and not give it one hundred percent.”
Cochrane takes his hands out of the pockets of his brown jacket. His plaid shirt can be seen underneath the opened jacket. A baseball cap covers most of Adrien’s blonde hair.
“This isn’t an indictment on your talents. This isn’t me calling you less skilled or anything of that like. Believe me, I look at your resume, it makes me nod my head. You’ve done some things in your career. If you aren’t in the Hall of Fame over in WWH, then you’re being underrated in their history. And you’re still a pretty young wrestler...three years younger than me and I consider myself just reaching the prime of my career. Sure, you’ve had some bumps in the road. I’m not here to air your dirty laundry.
“But this isn’t about what you’ve had to endure and overcome to get to where you are today. This isn’t about what championships you’ve one elsewhere or even what championships I’ve won elsewhere. This isn’t about one of us making petty insults about one another to say that the other one is not capable of winning any given match on any given show. I’m not the type to say such things, and I will think a bit higher of you if you show the same attitude about that. This is about one thing and one thing only: which of us is willing to push themselves further than the other when we step into the Smoothie King Center in front of eighteen and a half thousand of my fellow New Orleanians. Can you keep me down for a three count, knowing I’m on my home turf? Knowing that I’m not staying in some sort of hotel room with some sort of restaurant food, but sleeping in the comfort of my own bed and eating food from my own kitchen and don’t even need to rely on Apple Maps to find the venue that is hosting our big match, Travis?
“Might not seem like a big deal to you, but it is to me. I haven’t wrestled in New Orleans in almost seven years. I haven’t felt a home-field advantage since over half my career ago. I expect you to downplay the whole New Orleans angle a bit. I probably would if the shoe was on the other foot. It is what it is. Because this city means everything to me. The music, the food, the atmosphere...this is where I was born and this is where my heart is.
“Let me be a bit more clear and stop gushing over wrestling in my home. I’m not losing this match. I have a lot of plans moving forward, and that includes winning the NGW Championship against Matthew Shields, Kayla Richards, and my friend Johnny Maverick. With those aspirations, I cannot afford to lose any upcoming match. I need this win. I need every match I can get while I prepare for one of the biggest matches of mine for the year. I am looked at by the...well, remaining Guardians...as some sort of leader, a role I didn’t really want, but I have it anyway. It’s a responsibility of mine regardless. And for me to lose any match and spoil my momentum going into this pay per view. I have that responsibility to make Jazmyn Rain and Honey proud. And I will not let them down. Not after everything they’ve done for me. And I don’t want to let down the many people who will be attending an Adrien wrestling match for the first time in their lives.
“Even you have to admit, I have a lot more riding on this match than you, Travis. Yeah, it’s your second match here, you’re still learning the ropes of your new environment. This is going to be my tenth match so I can empathize with that. I can. I haven’t been here as long as it feels I have been. But I have a mission. I have a clear-cut goal I’ve been working towards for a few months now. Your ambition is nothing more than proving you’re a new signing that’s going to make a big impact. And I get that. You’re still new to the company. But for me...I’m trying to win a championship before the year is over. It’s not that you’re not a big deal, Travis Blake. You are. I wouldn’t be spending so much time preparing for our match if I didn’t think you were. But I have more to lose in this match. I mean no offense by that, it just is what it is.”
Stacy Sterling is visible in the background putting up something in each window from inside the home. Adrien’s steps closer which obscures what she’s putting up.
“Travis, I respect what you can do. But I also know what I can do in the ring. In fact, one might say that I...believe...what I can do in the ring. Simply put, I believe I will walk out of the Smoothie King Center and head to my home that is right behind me and no more than ten miles away from the venue the winner of this match. You’re going to get some big victories, Travis. I do. I know you will. But not this one. This time...it’s my turn.”
The Dropkick King smiles one last time before stepping out of the camera’s view. The windows now have letters in each section of the back of the home, spelling out “#BELIEVE” across the entire house.
I fell asleep while
Watching Spike TV
After ten cups of coffee and you're still not here
Dreaming of a song
But something went wrong
And I can't tell anyone ‘cause no one's here
Left me here alone
And I should have stayed home
After ten cups of coffee, I'm thinking
(Where'd you go?)
Nobody likes you, everyone left you
(Where'd you go?)
They're all out without you havin' fun
(Where'd you go?)
Everyone left you, nobody likes you
(Where'd you go?)
They're all out without you havin' fun
