View Full Version : GRILLÉ v Wallace

03-18-15, 03:05 PM
All RP for the match between PAIN GRILLÉ and WALLACE at Cyberstrike should be done in this thread. Any RP posted outside of the thread will not count.

The RP deadline is 11:59pm PST on WEDNESDAY, March 11th, 2015. Angles should be sent to neweraofwrestling@gmail.com ..

03-18-15, 03:06 PM
* pain GRILLÉ RP for C14.

"Is funny, no?"

[FADE IN: on a brick wall in a location that doesn't mean a thing. The wall, however, has been spray painted. The words scrawled across the wall read "Viva la pain GRILLÉ" in purple. Standing before said wall is a man. His body scarred. He wears a pair of purple Ray Bans and a kerchief over his mouth. He wears a sleeveless black shirt with a flaming piece of toast on it and skinny leg purple jeans. Flip flops to top it off. Hands on hips.]

[He's PAIN GRILLÉ. Leader of the French Foreign Legion. Member of the New Era roster.]

[And his body language screams unimpressed.]

"Zis... Zis Wallace character. 'e is supposed to be, 'ow you say, 'umerous?

"I, 'owever, do not see zee funny side of zis. In fact, if I saw anyt'ing at all... It would zis front office going out of it's way to insult me. I see it crystal clear. In fact, I saw zis comin' zee second I signed a contract avec zis hideous mess of a wrestling promotion."

[GRILLÉ folds his arms across his chest, snarling behind the kerchief. He points to his temple.]

"Why did I t'ink zat New Era would be any different from zee federations zat 'ave insulted me previously? Why did I t'ink zat for one second zis place would treat wit' un petit shred of dignity? Zey 'ave gone out of zeir way to spit in my face."

[GRILLÉ lifts the kerchief and spits on the ground before putting it back in place. He throws his hands up in defeat.][/i]

"A clown? Really? You put me in zee ring avec monsieur funny man?

"Please. Why don't you just piss on me?"

[He points aggressively down the barrel of the camera.]

"'ere is zee t'ing, mon ami... Now I 'ave been put in zis situation where you insult me I am left wit' only one option.

"I 'ave to destroy you."

[GRILLÉ slowly nods his head, as if there were no actions left in the world.]

"I will show you zat I am zee Greatest T'ing Since Sliced Bread. I will tear you apart not for zee benefits of myself but out of spite. Spite of 'ow New Era 'as decided to treat me. Out of spite for 'ow I 'ave always been treated.

"When we meet, Wallace, I will crush you beneat' my boot's 'eel."

[GRILLÉ puts his index fingers into his dimples, mocking a smile.]

"Zen we see 'oo is laughing."

[GRILLÉ holds a defiant fist up.]