OOC: I know I am not included on the card as I have just signed up but I'm hoping this rp will lay down my intentions and hopefully get me included in a segment on the show and perhaps get me a PPV match.
In the Warfare arena there is an atmosphere of anticipation as the arena is slowly filling to the rafters with anxious wrestling fans. An excited chatter fills the stadium, a chatter interrupted by a loud, booming voice over the announce system.
*WE ARE THE NATION, OF DOMINATION*
There is a tepid reaction as Ron Simmons, aka Faarooq appears, wearing a long black wrestling singlet, covered by a leather jacket. Faarooq looks far from happy as he walks down the entrance way with a scowl on his face, stepping into the ring and snapping a microphone from the hands of the announcer, looking at the audience with disdain.
*The One Man Nation* Faarooq: Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Faarooq. I came here for one reason. To become the world champion. I know that I am capable of beating anyone in this company and winning the world championship. Yet here I am. Here I am, standing before you, wearing my wrestling gear, ready to wrestle, yet my name is not on the card. Why? Why would the EBWF sign me and leave me off the card? Why am I not being given an opportunity here while other, lesser competitors are in championship matches? Right now, I want all of you people to do something. Take out your programs. That's right, take out the programs you bought on the way in here tonight.
Faarooq pauses while some bemused fans display their fan programs.
*The One Man Nation* Faarooq: That's it. Now read through the list of matches. Every one of them. Notice something? No? Of course you don't. You people wouldn't. I tell you what, read that card again, but this time, count how many black wrestlers there is on that card.
Faarooq pauses again as the fans begin to boo him heavily as it becomes clear the point he is about to make.
*The One Man Nation* Faarooq: You done? Now tell me, how many? HOW MANY!? That's right, One. One single black wrestler on the card, tossed into an opening match, a fatal 4 way, where he can't get a chance to display whatever talent he may have. And here I am. Ready to fight, underused, under appreciated, like so many other African Americans trying to make a living in this country.
Faarooq is forced to pause as the ferocity and volume of the boo's become huge.
*The One Man Nation* Faarooq: YOU WILL NOT SILENCE ME! See I know how you people think. I should be grateful I have a contract here. You may not say it, but you're all thinking it. See it's those entrenched, racist attitudes that keep us down. What am I supposed to do about it? How do I prove what I know, that there is no one better than me in this company? Compete, beat whoever they put in front of me and prove it? That was my intention, until I was left off the card. Or maybe... maybe us oppressed black wrestlers should band together and form our own nation. A nation of domination. The problem is, There's two only damn black wrestler in this whole damn company!
Faarooq is almost shaking with anger as he pauses and looks down the ramp.
*The One Man Nation* Faarooq: Well you know what, if there aint no others who can join me, because the white man has kept them out, then I guess I'll have to run this nation all by myself, I guess I'll have to be a one man nation all unto myself. This nation, it's gonna be a nation of domination. You people have NOT seen the last of me tonight. I will be back, and by God, I will break my shackles and become the man in this company, whether YOU people like it or not.
Faarooq tosses his microphone down, raises one arm and holds it in the air to huge heat from the crowd. Pausing, then leaving the ring and storming his way up the ramp as the scene fades.
The Return
Re: The Return
You've been booked on the Warfare card as Dean Malenko :) Good opening RP for Faarooq though! Look forward to seeing more of your work.
