What is real... (Blood and Tears for Wrestling)

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Match: Travis Brown versus Buddy Love
Roleplay #1
Roleplay Title: What is real, isn't real at all... (Blood and Tears for Wrestling)

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"Where is the light?" Travis Brown yells out loud.

He is trapped inside of a dark room, with no where to go.

"How did I even get into this place?" he mutters to himself.

Travis Brown, professional wrestling superstar for the POW:New England territory has nowhere to go and nowhere to run.

"This cannot be happening to me..."

Finally, a voice other than his own is heard in the distance.

"You shouldn't have come here" the voice says with disdain.

The lights turn on. The room Travis was in was not confined at all. He is standing in the middle of a wrestling ring, chained to all four corners. His wrists are numb and he cannot break free. Travis Brown is no small man. He has a body builders frame. Most professional wrestlers are about his height as well.

"Why do you have me locked up here? I have a match soon! It's the main event!" Brown yells.

"You have a main event? Don't you mean 'T-Brown has a main event!'? You seem to like referring to yourself like you don't know who you are. Is this because you don't know who you are, Travis Brown?"

Travis trembles for a second, finally regaining composure. A drop of sweat comes off of his brow and a single tear emerges from his right eye. Brown opens his lips, and then closes them quickly. The voice calls out again...

"Travis Brown, do not make me get the Guards. You won't like the guards!"

"FINE!" Travis yells. "I refer to myself in the third person because it's a gimmick! It's not real."

The lights in the arena begin to flicker as slow and ominous music begins to play over the speaker system.

"So...what is real? Is Travis Brown your real name? What is real about 'THE RENEGADE' I don't believe there is an ounce of truth in your body."

"My name is Travis Brown!" Travis yells.

"What is your name!?" the voice replies in a shrill tone.

"My name is Travis Brown!"

"Who are you facing in this main event, Mr. Brown? Is he worth all of the trouble I am putting you through?"

Travis Brown begins to move in his shackles. He tries once again to power out,but to no avail.

"His name is Buddy Love. He's the Mid-Atlantic Champion."

"So, this is some sort of Champion versus Champion match?" the voice sarcastically asks.

"It is. It's too see who belongs in the upper tier of the territory and who should just stick to fighting in bingo halls!"

"DON'T GET SMART WITH ME, BOY!" the voice yells. "GUARDS! Show this man how to respect the higher power!"

Almost instantly, two masked men power walk to the ring with whips. They slide under the ropes and begin to whip and kick Travis Brown. Travis winces in pain as these two huge men, larger than himself, are causing his brown flesh to turn bright red.

"Stop! Please, Stop!" Travis pleads.

"Guards, pause the beating!"

The men stop the torture process and then take a military stance.

"If you can withstand 5 minutes of that, Travis Brown. You can withstand this Buddy Love character. From what I see, he is nothing more than a lush who thinks he can wrestle. Wine coolers, vodka and orange juice? Don't make me laugh! That man is better suited for the torture process than you are!"

Travis is shocked as the shackles are automatically disabled and the guards begin to leave.

"You have passed the test, Travis Brown. You are ready to main event. You are ready to headline the show. You are ready to chase the big time."

Travis grips his wrists in agony. He isn't sure what this is, but he is glad it is over. The picture begins to get hazy, dark clouds begin to fill his vision. He collapses to the floor.

"Doctor- this man is having a seizure. We need to get him to the emergency room now. He is epileptic. He is about to..."

Just as they had suspected. Travis has bitten his tongue. Blood begins to splatter all over the place. The nurse closes her eyes and turns to the side.

"This isn't good. Doctor, we've got POW: New England's Tony Hunter on the line. He wants to know if Travis will make the show or not..."

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"Doctor?"

"I don't think he will..."

Finally, Travis gasps for air and pops off of the gurney. He begins to run the other direction.

"I have a main event to wrestle in, dammit!" he yells as he boards an elevator.

The doctor and the nurse are standing in shock as Travis Brown, covered in blood, has left the hospital. Apparently, Travis began to hallucinate all of this as he began to have his seizure. In this condition, can Travis get to the arena and compete in the main event?