FRONTIER Files: Open House [1-27-13]
Jun 7, 2013 16:45:39 GMT -5
Post by Chandler Scott on Jun 7, 2013 16:45:39 GMT -5
(OOC: Hello there. As some of you know, I'm also apart of our close affiliate Pro Wrestling FRONTIER. I've been roleplaying there since late January. One thing led to another and now the Chandler Scott character is one of the major players there. The following CD roleplays are basically my roleplays from there. These will showcase Chandler's troublemaking outside of FGA, as well as hopefully give a bit more insight on the character itself.)
[ The camera reveals a crimson backdrop. On the backdrop is the Harvard logo plastered across it in a pattern. Standing before the backdrop is none other than Chandler Scott. After taking in the surroundings, he speaks. ]
“Well, well, well. Isn't this a sight for sore eyes, huh? For those of you that do know me, you're probably cursing up a storm, throwing objects against the wall and asking how a guy like me was let in through those very doors.”
(Chandler smirks)
“But for all the uninitiated out there, allow me to introduce myself...
My name is Chandler Scott. Some of you may know me as the Straight-A Stud. Others know of me as the Varsity Villain. But everyone knows me as the former Heavyweight Champion of FRONTIER. And when I say FRONTIER I don't mean Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER. Oh no! I'm talking about that other Frontier. You know, the one from the other side of the pond. Frontier Grappling Arts. That's right, Frontier Grappling Arts. The same Frontier Grappling Arts that was at war with this place not too long ago.”
“But that was then and this is now. After all the smoke settled and after all the dust cleared, here I am. In England. For the first time ever on pwF soil. You must be asking yourselves 'why'? Why would a man like me, after everything that I said and after everything that I did, come here into what will undoubtedly be hostile territory? Especially when, for all intents and purposes, I have no backup. That's right. Preston should be wrestling in the main event back in the states right about now. And Madison? Well, she's there with him. And as far as any of my “fellow soldiers” go, they certainly won't be invading this time around. Yeah, I saw that doofus Pat Gordon, Jr sign his name up to this thing after I did. Typical, always trying to mooch off of me. But trust me when I tell you that we don't exactly see eye to eye. So to say that we're not on the same page would be an understatement. Don't expect to see any brand loyalty or us trying to team up in this Battle Royal. It's simply not happening.”
“So once again, it begs the question that you all asked of me before. Why? Why come here? Why come here now? It wasn't that long ago when FRONTIER was hosting the GFC Invitational II. An event, much like this one. But with one slight twist. This Open House Battle Royal, the pwF officials are pretty much letting anyone and everyone into this thing. And by “everyone” I mean everyone! Why else would trash like Angelica Jones, Madman Szalinski and Jimmy Riley be allowed through those doors? But with the GFC Invitational, it's a little more exclusive. You had to actually be chosen and accept their invitation. They wanted the best of the best. And yes, I got the invite. But I didn't compete. Was it because of injury? Prior commitments? Try none of the above.”
“The reason I didn't compete in the GFC Invitational II is because, simply put, I felt disrespected. I felt disrespected by FRONTIER officials that they did not ask me first! If you wanted a representative from your number one rival, why not shoot for the very top? Why not go for the best of the best? Why not go for their very own champion? I was the Heavyweight Champion at the time. I hadn’t lost in months. I had spent several months ranked as the company's number one wrestler, a spot that I'd finish the year at, thank you very much. But do they ask me first? Am I at the top of their pile when it comes to invites for FGA? No, of course not. Because instead they ask.... Blaine Harrison. Or is it Ben Hanson? Whatever the hell he's calling himself this week. They asked him to represent FGA over me! A man who I dominated in that ring over the course of several months. That's the man they asked over me. The man who I won that Heavyweight Championship from and sent packing, that's who they chose over me. A man who wasn't even working for the damn company anymore, THAT'S WHO THEY CHOSE OVER ME!”
(Chandler folds his arms as he shakes his head in disgust)
“I guess I shouldn't be too surprised since back in the States, that's all that FGA did. Time and time and time again, they catered to that overhyped, overrated, lying s.o.b. over me! You would think that going across the pond that they would show me the appreciation that I rightfully deserved. But oh how wrong I was. Because it didn't matter which side of the Atlantic that I was on, I was always going to take second place to that pretty boy punk. So as I sat out in protest, I had to hear every sickening detail about how Blainey Boo advanced round by round and ultimately WON the GFC Invitational II... representing a fed that he didn't even work for... representing a fed that I ran him out of... representing a company that I was the champion of.”
(Chandler places his palm on his forehead and shakes his head)
“Isn't life just a series of cruel jokes?”
(Chandler can't help but to chuckle)
“Well now it's time for me to have my fun at the expense of everyone else. Blaine never used his title shot that he got from winning the GFC Invitational II. Well now, I'm about to beat him to the damn punch. I will win this Open House Battle Royal, secure that title shot, and will beat the champion. And there's nothing that Blaine can do about it. And let's get something else straight here. That “FGA” beside my name? You can remove it because let me make something clear. I'm not fighting “the good fight” for FGA. I'm not flying the flag for FGA. I'm not endorsing that company whatsoever. After being treated as some sort of red-headed stepchild after saving that promotion and bring newfound life to it, I'm here to represent my damn self! So when I win this Open House Battle Royal, and I will for those of you paying attention, this win won't be dedicated for the boys back home. It won't be dedicated to suits in the home base on the east coast. No, it will be dedicated to Preston, Madison and MYSELF! Because at this point, that's all I've got.”
(Chandler pauses before continuing)
“Now then, there's a lot of names in this Battle Royal. There's some people I know. There's some people I don't know. There's some people in here that I don't care about ever getting to know. The only thing all of you need to know if this. I'm not in this thing to set any records. I'm not here to get the most eliminations. All I'm here for is to eliminate one person. One elimination is all I need. One elimination is all it takes to send that last man, or woman, over the top rope and to the floor. And that one key elimination is my ticket straight to a World Title shot.”
(Chandler begins to rub his hands in anticipation)
“And it'll be at that point where we'll cross paths again, Mr. Gambino. That's right, Gabriella. I bet you thought you saw the last of me back on November 5th. Yet I'm here to ruin the start of your new year, just like I ruined the tail end of your 2012. And this time, there will be no tag team partner for you to blame the loss on. Because this time, there won't be any tag team matches. It's just going to be me and you, one on one, man-to-boy. But while the circumstances and the surroundings will be much different, the end result will stay the same. That's right, Gabby, nothing is going to change this time at all. Right about now, you're probably hoping that I shut my mouth. But I'm not going to. You see, most people in this Open House Battle Royal have no idea what they're in for. I mean sure, they know that if they win, they get a shot against you. But a lot of them don't REALLY know about you. But I do. I've seen the tendencies. I see what you like to do, what you don't like to do. I've seen what you rely on. I know what your strengths are. And trust me, you're a hell of a talent. You do a lot of things well in that ring. The thing is, you just don't do them better than I can. Back in November, I lifted you up onto my shoulders, threw you down to the canvas with my version of the powerbomb, and PINNED YOU right there in the center of the ring. Now I don't know when it's going to be or even where. But when it happens, when we do meet up again in the ring, the results will remain the same. But this time, I'm not just taking your pride. That's not good enough. This time, I'm going to be taking your championship, too.”
(Chandler smirks)
“For everyone else in this Battle Royal, hey, I'm sorry you wasted all your money on the flight. Hopefully while you're here, you can pick up some t-shirts, take in the sights, pick up a couple of souvenirs for the family back home and take some pictures to try and make your trip somewhat worthwhile. Because any plans on winning that title shot went up in smoke as soon as yours truly entered this thing. Chandler Scott is coming for the gold. And there's nothing that anyone, not even you, Gabby, can do about it.”
“Veritas!”
[The scene fades to crimson, followed by the Harvard “H”.]
He can still hear it now. The catcalls, the verbal jabs, the blatant disrespect. They all still ring very loudly in his head....
“Coward”
“Traitor”
“All Talk”
“Bitch”
Those were just some of the words that were hurled onto Chandler Scott when he declined Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER's invite for the GFC Invitational II back in October. It was at the height of the on-going war between Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER and Frontier Grappling Arts. To make matters worse, Chandler and his cohort, Preston Blake, did not take part in FGA's retaliatory invasion of an FRONTIER DVD Taping around that same time. But Chandler had his reasons. Reasons that he would share to the world when the time was right.
Well that time... is now.
Say what you will about Chandler. But if there's one thing you can say about him, it's that he has impeccable timing. He got hounded over the fact that he didn't throw his name into the GFC Invitational II. People angrily attacked him because he didn't jump when they told him to. But you see, that's just the thing. Chandler isn't some animal. He doesn't run off when you throw a stick and tell him to “go fetch”. He isn't some subservient person who asks “how high” when you tell him to jump. Chandler does what he wants, when he wants and however he wants. He's a man that operates on his own time. Some people will go through life never having that ability. Oh well, sucks for them.
But now is the perfect time for Chandler to throw his hat into the mix. And it's not because of some war. It's not because he has something to prove. And it's certainly not because someone goaded him into doing it. It's simply because he WANTS to. He wants to because he has something very large to gain from it. And the opportunity to gain what he wants is far too big to pass up.
~ H ~
[ The camera reveals a crimson backdrop. On the backdrop is the Harvard logo plastered across it in a pattern. Standing before the backdrop is none other than Chandler Scott. After taking in the surroundings, he speaks. ]
“Well, well, well. Isn't this a sight for sore eyes, huh? For those of you that do know me, you're probably cursing up a storm, throwing objects against the wall and asking how a guy like me was let in through those very doors.”
(Chandler smirks)
“But for all the uninitiated out there, allow me to introduce myself...
My name is Chandler Scott. Some of you may know me as the Straight-A Stud. Others know of me as the Varsity Villain. But everyone knows me as the former Heavyweight Champion of FRONTIER. And when I say FRONTIER I don't mean Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER. Oh no! I'm talking about that other Frontier. You know, the one from the other side of the pond. Frontier Grappling Arts. That's right, Frontier Grappling Arts. The same Frontier Grappling Arts that was at war with this place not too long ago.”
“But that was then and this is now. After all the smoke settled and after all the dust cleared, here I am. In England. For the first time ever on pwF soil. You must be asking yourselves 'why'? Why would a man like me, after everything that I said and after everything that I did, come here into what will undoubtedly be hostile territory? Especially when, for all intents and purposes, I have no backup. That's right. Preston should be wrestling in the main event back in the states right about now. And Madison? Well, she's there with him. And as far as any of my “fellow soldiers” go, they certainly won't be invading this time around. Yeah, I saw that doofus Pat Gordon, Jr sign his name up to this thing after I did. Typical, always trying to mooch off of me. But trust me when I tell you that we don't exactly see eye to eye. So to say that we're not on the same page would be an understatement. Don't expect to see any brand loyalty or us trying to team up in this Battle Royal. It's simply not happening.”
“So once again, it begs the question that you all asked of me before. Why? Why come here? Why come here now? It wasn't that long ago when FRONTIER was hosting the GFC Invitational II. An event, much like this one. But with one slight twist. This Open House Battle Royal, the pwF officials are pretty much letting anyone and everyone into this thing. And by “everyone” I mean everyone! Why else would trash like Angelica Jones, Madman Szalinski and Jimmy Riley be allowed through those doors? But with the GFC Invitational, it's a little more exclusive. You had to actually be chosen and accept their invitation. They wanted the best of the best. And yes, I got the invite. But I didn't compete. Was it because of injury? Prior commitments? Try none of the above.”
“The reason I didn't compete in the GFC Invitational II is because, simply put, I felt disrespected. I felt disrespected by FRONTIER officials that they did not ask me first! If you wanted a representative from your number one rival, why not shoot for the very top? Why not go for the best of the best? Why not go for their very own champion? I was the Heavyweight Champion at the time. I hadn’t lost in months. I had spent several months ranked as the company's number one wrestler, a spot that I'd finish the year at, thank you very much. But do they ask me first? Am I at the top of their pile when it comes to invites for FGA? No, of course not. Because instead they ask.... Blaine Harrison. Or is it Ben Hanson? Whatever the hell he's calling himself this week. They asked him to represent FGA over me! A man who I dominated in that ring over the course of several months. That's the man they asked over me. The man who I won that Heavyweight Championship from and sent packing, that's who they chose over me. A man who wasn't even working for the damn company anymore, THAT'S WHO THEY CHOSE OVER ME!”
(Chandler folds his arms as he shakes his head in disgust)
“I guess I shouldn't be too surprised since back in the States, that's all that FGA did. Time and time and time again, they catered to that overhyped, overrated, lying s.o.b. over me! You would think that going across the pond that they would show me the appreciation that I rightfully deserved. But oh how wrong I was. Because it didn't matter which side of the Atlantic that I was on, I was always going to take second place to that pretty boy punk. So as I sat out in protest, I had to hear every sickening detail about how Blainey Boo advanced round by round and ultimately WON the GFC Invitational II... representing a fed that he didn't even work for... representing a fed that I ran him out of... representing a company that I was the champion of.”
(Chandler places his palm on his forehead and shakes his head)
“Isn't life just a series of cruel jokes?”
(Chandler can't help but to chuckle)
“Well now it's time for me to have my fun at the expense of everyone else. Blaine never used his title shot that he got from winning the GFC Invitational II. Well now, I'm about to beat him to the damn punch. I will win this Open House Battle Royal, secure that title shot, and will beat the champion. And there's nothing that Blaine can do about it. And let's get something else straight here. That “FGA” beside my name? You can remove it because let me make something clear. I'm not fighting “the good fight” for FGA. I'm not flying the flag for FGA. I'm not endorsing that company whatsoever. After being treated as some sort of red-headed stepchild after saving that promotion and bring newfound life to it, I'm here to represent my damn self! So when I win this Open House Battle Royal, and I will for those of you paying attention, this win won't be dedicated for the boys back home. It won't be dedicated to suits in the home base on the east coast. No, it will be dedicated to Preston, Madison and MYSELF! Because at this point, that's all I've got.”
(Chandler pauses before continuing)
“Now then, there's a lot of names in this Battle Royal. There's some people I know. There's some people I don't know. There's some people in here that I don't care about ever getting to know. The only thing all of you need to know if this. I'm not in this thing to set any records. I'm not here to get the most eliminations. All I'm here for is to eliminate one person. One elimination is all I need. One elimination is all it takes to send that last man, or woman, over the top rope and to the floor. And that one key elimination is my ticket straight to a World Title shot.”
(Chandler begins to rub his hands in anticipation)
“And it'll be at that point where we'll cross paths again, Mr. Gambino. That's right, Gabriella. I bet you thought you saw the last of me back on November 5th. Yet I'm here to ruin the start of your new year, just like I ruined the tail end of your 2012. And this time, there will be no tag team partner for you to blame the loss on. Because this time, there won't be any tag team matches. It's just going to be me and you, one on one, man-to-boy. But while the circumstances and the surroundings will be much different, the end result will stay the same. That's right, Gabby, nothing is going to change this time at all. Right about now, you're probably hoping that I shut my mouth. But I'm not going to. You see, most people in this Open House Battle Royal have no idea what they're in for. I mean sure, they know that if they win, they get a shot against you. But a lot of them don't REALLY know about you. But I do. I've seen the tendencies. I see what you like to do, what you don't like to do. I've seen what you rely on. I know what your strengths are. And trust me, you're a hell of a talent. You do a lot of things well in that ring. The thing is, you just don't do them better than I can. Back in November, I lifted you up onto my shoulders, threw you down to the canvas with my version of the powerbomb, and PINNED YOU right there in the center of the ring. Now I don't know when it's going to be or even where. But when it happens, when we do meet up again in the ring, the results will remain the same. But this time, I'm not just taking your pride. That's not good enough. This time, I'm going to be taking your championship, too.”
(Chandler smirks)
“For everyone else in this Battle Royal, hey, I'm sorry you wasted all your money on the flight. Hopefully while you're here, you can pick up some t-shirts, take in the sights, pick up a couple of souvenirs for the family back home and take some pictures to try and make your trip somewhat worthwhile. Because any plans on winning that title shot went up in smoke as soon as yours truly entered this thing. Chandler Scott is coming for the gold. And there's nothing that anyone, not even you, Gabby, can do about it.”
“Veritas!”
[The scene fades to crimson, followed by the Harvard “H”.]