An e-fed is a wrestling federation on the internet. This fed uses the widely used Roleplay technique to sort out who will win matches. For example:-
"Wrestler A" has a match against "Wrestler B"
"Wrestler A" posts a Roleplay for his match.
If "Wrestler A's" RP is better than "Wrestler B's" or if "Wrestler B" doesn't RP at all, then A will win the match.
Except i dont just declare the winner, we have matchwriters here to write the match the two guys would have. This is the point of you submitting contracts, so we can use your moveset in your matches. As well as your entrances. Back to Roleplaying.
When i say Roleplay, i dont mean this...
A: Spears you
B: Reverses, Angle slam. pin
A: Kickout, Kick to head
B: Gets up, suplex
This is terrible. Firstly, if i were to watch it, i would look away. It's that bad. You have to write a RP as in your wrestler going out into the ring and talking to them about your match or an interview backstage or even a conversation with another guy. As long as it's about your match, it's good. This is a good example of a roleplay (It is of a high standard and is not necessarily the average roleplay ideal). I wrote this, and the story behind it is that my former tag partner had left the team, and was now facing me for the A-Divison Championship. I play the part of 'Scorpio' (A created character)
Jealousy Is A Vicious Thing Part One - The Piece To Camera
The scene opens to a darkened room. The camera moves through the room, passing the walls, with their cream wallpaper. The camera focuses on a photograph of the man we know as Scorpio, sitting on the beach relaxing. The scrawled writing in the bottom right-hand corner of this photograph tells us that it was taken seven years ago from the present day. Seven years ago there was not a worry in Scorpio’s mind, he was free from the strains and pains of professional wrestling, he had friends who wouldn’t desert him in the blink of an eye, and he was popular, if he won something, he’d be congratulated, but now, like when Scorpio won his A-Division Championship, and his TEWF Tag Team Championship, he is envied instead of revered, looked at with disdain instead of adulation. The camera moves from this photograph to one on the desk beech wood desk. The light from a flat-screen computer illuminate the snapshot of Scorpio’s past, and we see Scorpio and his former teammate, Psycho Dave. The two are enjoying themselves, and they are dressed in casual clothes, each one holding a can of beer. Both men are laughing, and we also see many other people looking at them with the admiration Scorpio used to enjoy all those years ago. As the camera continues to look at the photograph, a hand appears behind the leather-bound frame, knocking the photograph down, it’s face, the image of more joyous times, now flat on the desk. The camera pans up, and focuses on the man who pushed the snapshot. The man is wearing a white t-shirt, which has some grungy grey pictures on it, and faded blue jeans. The camera than pans to the man’s face, and we see the silhouette as TEWF Double Champion, Scorpio. Scorpio is breathing hard and deeply as he walks across the room, into his kitchen. He opens one of the oak-panelled cupboards, and retrieves a crystal whisky glass from inside, before replacing the door to a closed position. Scorpio then places the tumbler onto the marble work surface and then moves to glass-fronted cabinet. He listlessly pulls on the cabinet’s polished glass door and takes out a crystal bottle, filled with a dark, titian-coloured liquid. Scorpio calmly pulls the cork from the bottle and pours the viscous liquid into the quartz chalice, before replacing the bottle in its place. Scorpio lifts the glass and takes it into living room, where he settles onto the burnt sienna leather sofa. He sighs before putting the goblet to his lips, and sipping at the whisky inside. He contorts his face as the bitter, sharp liquid hits the back of his throat, before placing the tumbler onto the oak side-table. Scorpio stares at the ceiling as the camera moves in front of him. Scorpio remains silent, before tediously moving his head to face the camera. He stares at the glass of the camera lens, before opening his mouth to speak.
Scorpio
Jealousy is a vicious thing. It eats away at you like gangrene of the mind until you cannot survive with it inside you anymore. This is also true for rivalry, and these are two things very much intertwined with the man you know as Psycho Dave, and myself. July 3rd 2007 will always stay imprinted on my brain, like a brand made with a glowing iron pole. That was the day myself and Psycho Dave first teamed together. That was the day we won the TEWF Tag Team Championships, and I won’t deny it, that was the greatest day of my life. Before then I was somewhat of a rookie in TEWF, I was shunned by my peers, ridiculed by others, and there was one man, my old friend, Psycho Dave who took me under his wing, my oldest friend in all the world, Dave Lac. Since I can remember I’ve known Psycho Dave, we used to enjoy night upon night out with each other, chatting up the girls, sorting out the world, or so we thought, and vowing to be friends until the end of time. So, back to July 3rd this year, when at last I was to get into the ring with my friend, and my god what an experience it was. When I wasn’t in the ring, working my all to get those tag titles, I would stand on the apron of the Shockwave ring, and look on in awe as Dave worked Bad Blood and Shaiku up and down the ring. I have always strived to compete to as high a standard as he does, and at last I did, when I won the A-Division title at Highway to Hell. However, that was when the problem started. I don’t know whether my mentor and friend coveted me for having two championship belts, I don’t know whether he regretted handing his tag title to my protégée Travis Jeffries, but the second I got the pin on Joey Crash, his attitude to me, his oldest friend changed. Something inside him stopped dead. Some may claim it was our friendship, others may decide it was the bond, but I feel the only reason that Psycho Dave’s ideas changed is because I have two titles more than him, and it pains me to think that the years of loyalty, decades of trust and lifetime of friendship boils down to sheer material gains, well if that’s the way you want to work this Dave, so be it!
Scorpio lifts his quartz tumbler again, and tips the remaining contents into his mouth. He fights the impulse to gag and choke as he swallows down the acidic whisky. He pushes himself off the settee and walks back into the kitchen, placing the glass into the stainless steel sink. Scorpio sighs and opens another oak-panelled cupboard, and takes out a packet of Marlboro Gold cigarettes and a lighter shaped like a gun. He strolls to the glass French patio doors, and heaves on one of the weighted posterns. Scorpio steps out and rests against the redbrick wall, and lights up a cigarette. He places the tobacco filled paper to his lips and sucks in the carcinogenic fumes, before removing the cigarette from his mouth, and blowing out the smoke. Scorpio closes his eyes, before facing the camera for a second time.
Scorpio
This Tuesday marks the official end of that friendship. There are many exciting matches this week, I’m looking forward to seeing John Starr and Deanster slog it out, but let’s face it, the only reason people are going to the Ford Centre on the 14th August is to see the biggest match in TEWF Shockwave history. It’s the mentor vs apprentice, for a huge prize, the TEWF A-Division title. Psycho Dave, I respect you beyond all measures, but this Tuesday, all respect, friendship and trust is thrown aside. Our match will be an epic battle, Psycho Dave, if it’s a fight you want, it’s a fight you will get! Don’t think for one second I will go easy on you because in a foolish moment I called you “buddy”. Well buddy, it’s over, accept it. This match is the absolute end of it, the winner will get everything, and the loser will get nothing, that’s the way it is. Dave, I am undefeated in singles competition, the last singles match I was in was when I won that coveted prize, the A-Division title, and don’t expect me to lose it the next singles match I’m in.
Scorpio takes another suck from his cigarette and he blows the smoke to his side. Scorpio moves to a stone bench on the edge of a flowerbed in the garden. He sits down on it, and takes a few more solitary puffs from his cigarette, before cruelly stubbing it out on the cold stone of the bench. Scorpio sighs and hangs his head in his arms, flooded with thought. He sits up and looks into the camera.
Scorpio
Dave, I’m going to be honest with you. That A-Division championship means the absolute world to me. That title is a part of my soul, and if you were to do the unthinkable this Tuesday, and somehow pin me, my soul would be ripped at the seam, I’d be a different man. But I am a man of my word, and I will face you, and I will beat you. I’ve known you all my life, we’re practically brothers, but believe me, brotherly love went out the window the second your jealousy got the better of you, and now we’re at this crossroad. Psycho Dave, Tuesday night marks the end of it all. Our friendship’s over, your part with the Disciples of Apocalypse is over, and Tuesday, our rivalry’s over. Thank you, good night, and I will see you in the ring!
Scorpio stands up from his bench and walks across the garden. He sighs before walking back into his house, locking the patio doors behind him. Scorpio turns around and walks into the living room, before climbing up the stairway. Scorpio turns right at the top of his stairs and walks down a lengthy corridor before turning left into his gym. He walks to the end of the gym, past bench presses, weights, and a full-size wrestling ring before reaching the glass cabinet, which is edged with stainless steel. Scorpio opens the thick crystal door to the cabinet, and we see the championship belts and trophies sitting in there. Scorpio reaches in, and retrieves his TEWF A-Division Championship Belt. He turns to the camera and places the Championship Belt over his shoulder, and rubs off a mark on it.
Scorpio
Oh Psycho Dave, I will indeed win that match, I will defend my title, and I will walk out of the Ford Centre, Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, with both my titles, the bragging rights over you Psycho Dave, but above all, I will walk out of that match with my pride well and truly intact. See you in the ring Dave, and good luck.
Scorpio turns back and starts to replace his title belt in the cabinet, before Scorpio turns to the camera, smirks, and then the scene fades.
Jealousy Is A Vicious Thing Part Two - The Letter
I wasn’t sure how to start this, whether affectionate words such as ‘dear’ would still be appropriate given the current animosity and friction between the two of us. I almost want to apologise to the man I once called friend, apologise for my ignorance regarding your childhood, and our friendship, but call it pride, call it ego, whatever it is, I am compelled to stop myself from uttering the immortal ‘s’ word.
As I sit and think, delving into the realms of nostalgia, and the windmills of my mind, I remember those happy times, our undefeated streak in England, our meeting on that cruise ship, and our break-up when you left for TEWF. Those years in England where the happiest of my life, learning the ways of the ring, winning title, after title, like a never-ending conveyor belt of joy, yet it never once dawned on me it might end. Some part of me wishes you’d never found that crumpled photo of the two of us. Deep inside I long for the route back into the past, those five years ago, when you left English Pro Wrestling, and despite the pain and hurt I felt, I still had an idolised view, an un tarnished perspective on my oldest friend.
It pains me to think that those endless years of loyalty will end in one night, will end because of a piece of metal and rock, will end because of the one thing which must never enter any friendship – envy. I’m hardly a saint, or even a good person, but not once did I look at what you had with jealous eyes, not once did I long for a singles title you had, no matter what it was. Milana tells me to just forget this silliness, and concentrate on beating you, but this isn’t so much a battle with bodies, as a battle with minds.
So my friend, we have reached the end of our path, a philosophy states that we would simply part our ways and walk our different roads n life, but you and I know, it isn’t that simple. Every day of our lives will feature each other, whether it be wrestling against each other, or even wrestling alongside each other. We were one hell of a team, unbeatable, invincible, the best there was! It was great, but its ended.
There is just one thing that plagues my mind at the moment, your quest to kill what you helped create, the Disciples of Apocalypse. I respect you, but there is no way on this Earth that I will let you kill my group. You were holding us back, so I dropped you, but don’t you dare come back and attack us. I didn’t commission Greg to attack you, I didn’t ask for any of this to happen, but it has, so let’s live with it. As the leader of the Disciples of Apocalypse, I grant you your match with Greg Hassen for his place with us, so long as you promise to not attack us.
As I write this epistle, I have the song we always used to play, “Eye of the Tiger” by Survivor, on in the background, to help me remember our time together. When I found out about our match, I vowed not to let the emotion get to me, and so far it’s working. I also promised myself that I would go all out to beat you, and I will crush you. As the song we used to play states, “The last known survivor stalks his prey in the night” and that is what I will do. I am that survivor, and Dave, you are the prey, and I will fight, I will attack, and I will win!
Many people are addicted to drugs, cigarettes and alcohol, and I also have an addiction, but it is not one of the superficial evils society conforms to, no, my addiction is winning. I will do anything to win, and win on Tuesday is exactly what I shall do! I will not hold back, I will not quench my thirst for success; I will not starve myself of the title I love. When I beat you, and end this acquaintanceship once and for all, I will not cry for the friend I one knew, because in my eyes, you are already lost to the realms of deceit and jealousy.
Goodbye one true friend, I thought I knew you, I thought you were different, but now I see it, you’re the same as everyone else, driven by hate, consumed by fear and jealousy.
The man you called ‘buddy’
Scorpio.
That is a Roleplay. A match winning roleplay I might add, for i won my match with this roleplay.
This is how you win matches, and the match writers will make your match come to life.
