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Last Monday Night in New York City...

ONE!

...
TWO!!

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THREE!!!

ding ding ding


An all too familiar sight for fans of the New York based professional wrestling promotion, the World Championship Wrestling Federation. 40,000 people packed into a sold out stadium in New York at eleven at night, stood on their feets, going wild, screaming and cheering on Walter Duncan as he celebrates yet another championship defence, extending his already record setting time as WCWF Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion. Duncan takes times parading around the ring, holding his championship title belt above his head for all 40,000 fans in attendance to see as his rock music theme song pumps through the stadiums sound system. Duncan calls for a microphone, and rather than end the show with his iconic catchphrase, he shocks the crowd in attendance. He raises the microphone and speaks.

"Cut my damn music!" he begins, sounding as tough and grizzled as ever, draping the championship belt over his massive shoulder, "I'm sure you're all expectin' it, but I got some bad news for ya. I ain't out here to say no DAMN catchphrase. I'm here to make an announcement for the entire world to hear."

Duncan pauses a moment to catch his breath after an incredible back and forth contest, or to build suspense for the crowd, maybe a little of column A, a little of column B.

"Every four years in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, there's a little event called the Brazilian Fighting Cup that brings every man, women, and beast together in order to find out who the best fighter in the known galaxy is. I gotta say, I find it down right insulting that they wouldn't include ME! They have all these maniacal weirdos, and pencil necked GEEKS but not ME?! I am the longest reigning WCWF Heavyweight Champ, and the greatest pro wrestler of ALL TIME! How could you possibly hold a tournament to find the best of the best without including the man that has biceps big enough to give Mount Everest an inferiority complex!"

At this point, Duncan is quick to find the closest camera man and demands him to come close in order to get an extreme close-up shot of the Champ's biceps as he flexes. Duncan returns to the centre of the ring. Wiping sweat from his brow, he continues speaking.

"So, if they don't wanna invite me, I'm gonna go over there and force them to put me in. After the show tonigt, I'm going take all 3 of the smoking hot ladies in the front row back to the hotel down the street, give them ALL a night that none of em will EVER forget, pack my bags, fly to Brazil and show all those fairies how a REAL Champion FIGHTS! I am the Heavyweight Champion of the World, you hear me?! I am the greatest pro wrestler in HISTORY! And I'm gonna be the next Brazilian Fighting Cup Champion! Because do you know what ya get when you take all my muscle, elite skill, toughness, size and impossible power and strength? You get an UNSTOPPABLE FORCE!!!"

The crowd scream the final words of Duncan's iconic catchphrase in unison with him and go ballistic as he drops the microphone and raises the belt above his head. He exits the ring and walks back up the ramp toward the backstage area, disappearing into the back as the crowd in the stadium begins to exit.



Present day in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil.


Walking through a crowded street during the middle of the night as people flock around monitors in an electronic store window watching replays of the fights that took place earlier in the day, Duncan takes mental notes of the competition. Well, if we're being accurate, he takes the same mental note of everyone, "I've seen better." Bored with the replays, he continues heading down the street to the lobby area for the tournaments. Almost as if it was scripted by a writer, a loud mouthed and obnoxious man with a mohawk taller than most people, wearing worn out, dirty clothes with an old leather jacket, drunkenly screams in Duncan's direction as he walks by.

"Hey Big Guy!" the drunk began, "I recognise you from some-*hiccup*-somewhere...heyyyy, what's that shiny thing ya got there?!"

The drunk stumbles toward Duncan, getting in his face, the drunk lunges the WCWF Championship slung over his arm. The drunk pulls it off of Duncan's mountain like shoulder and holds it close to his face in order to drunkenly slur the text engraving on the belt.

"World Chaaaampioonshiii Wrrrestlin' Fe-*hiccup*-Federation Undiiiissspuuuted Wooorld Heavyweight Champion." The drunk looks up at Duncan, with a stern look on his face. "You a wrassler?", the drunk smirks and drops the belt and it clangs on the concrete. "You know that fag shit is fake, right?" The drunk cackles to himself as he goes to walk away.

He is stopped in his tracks when Duncan reaches out and grabs the back of the mans jacket and pulls him back. Duncan wraps his massive arms around the mans body, squeezing the life out of the drunk as he screams out in pain. Duncan then whips himself back with all the power he has, driving the drunk down on the back of his head, executing a picture perfect German Suplex. Duncan gets to his feet, leaving the unconscious body of the drunk twitching on the sidewalk.

He picks up his Championship belt and places it over his shoulder and then turns around to realise that the entire street has stopped in their tracks, staring at Duncan with eyes wide, and mouths agape. He straightens his posture, puffing out his already massive chest, to give warning to any lowlifes in the street.

"Who else wants to say wrestling is fake?! that I am FAKE?! HUH?!" He points at the twitching drunk that is flopping around the floor. "BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT HAPPENS!!!", he shouts, scanning the crowd as he does. With the situation taken care of, an angered Duncan walks off toward the bar ranting and shouting.

"I'M THE GODDAMNED WORLD CHAMPION! I'M THE GREATEST! I'LL SHOW YOU, I'LL SHOW EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU LOWLIFES! BUNCH OF GODDAMN SAVAGES, THAT'S ALL YOU ARE!!! SAVAGE IDIOTS! I'M THE WORLD CHAMPION!"

Duncan eventually reaches the bar, he stands over the bouncer at the door, but shows him his ID and is allowed into the Brazilian Fighting Cup lounge and lobby area. Duncan manages to be the largest figure in the room full off muscle bound meatheads, dragons, robots and other freaks. He sits down at the bar and asks for a beer in order to relax. He grabs the ice cold bottle that is placed down in front of him and with no effort, he flicks the beer's bottle cap off with his thumb and walks around the room. Scouting out the colourful cast of characters that litter the bar area.
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Unless you're an Andre the Giant clone, of course ;D


At one point I was use Hugo from Street Fighter as a base who is literally just Andre the Giant with a pink shirt and jeans on. So I wasn't all that far off tbh.
I mean you can't be a stereotypical pro wrestler and not be an extremely patriotic American or evil Russian guy, so I only had two options.
@Drag I gotta be completely honest, I didn't expect this to take off the way it did but goddamn I'm happy it has.

If we talkin' bout themes...
You already know I'm down with this, my dude.
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