Since 2005, Professional RPG Wrestling has been the destination for a unique e-federation experience. With over ten years of continuous roleplaying, PRW looks to the future and what it will bring. Come and be an author to a history yet written!
Welcome to Professional RPG Wrestling. We hope you enjoy your visit.
You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use.
Right now, we are set to Admin Approval for all new members. This means that if you sign up, you will not be allowed to post until an admin has approved your account. We are sorry for the inconvenience but it has become a necessary step to stop the flow of spammers joining our boards. For increased chances of joining us, please do not sign up with a disposable email address as these accounts will be banned instantly, again, a necessary step to stop the flow of spammers joining the boards.
Please be patient. We will approve your account ASAP.
Brunswick: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to PRW Rage! We are coming at you live straight from the Colonial Life Arena in South Carolina, and Smith, we have a lot of big things to go over as we continue on the road to Summerfest.
Smith: You got that right Brunny. In the after math of Superbattle, we got a lot of unanswered questions. What happened to Joey Nox? Will Lal Singh finally get her hands on Stevenson? And, perhaps more than anything else, what is the fate of...Jack Rider.
On cue, the entrance music and titantron for PRW's White Knight began to play, and the crowd instantly began to erupt into cheers. Expecting the Brit to appear in his signature motorcycle, they were surprised when Paladin appeared in a simple suit, his arm in a sling. Paladin had put his previously injured shoulder at risk by being in Superbattle for as long as he had been, and while he had not re-injured himself, he was far from one hundred percent. Still, the crowd applauded him anyway as Paladin made his way down to the ring. Despite the joy of the fans, Rider had a solemn look in his eyes and a dangerous look in his eyes. He made his way down to the ring and slid inside.
Paladin Titantron
The crowd began to chant "Welcome back," the ovation was well-deserved by Paladin. After all, this was his first Rage show since returning to PRW. Unfortunately, Paladin had come back empty-handed. Despite all of his training, despite all of the promotion, despite all of the mental preparation...Paladin had come up short. The White Knight made his way to the corner of the ring and, with his good arm, beckoned for a microphone that he then pulled up to his lips. "You know, who ever thought that someday I would be here opening up PRW Rage. As much as I abhor cheap pops, I think I'm going to savor this moment. So..." Paladin pulled the microphone close. "What's up South Carolina?"
The crowd, predictably, went nuts. With a grin, Paladin made his way over to the corner, resting his back against the turnbuckle. As he attempted to speak, the crowd began to cheer, cutting him off momentarily. This caused the Brit to laugh a little more. "Alright, enough pandering. I came out here because I have some important business to attend to so, let's get down to it. First things first...I need to apologize tonight. It's been a while since I was reminded of what it felt like to have the crowd chanting your name, and for everyone who was behind me at Superbattle, all I have to say is thank you."
"Thank you...and I'm sorry for coming up short." The crowd began to chant his name again, prompting Paladin to hold up his arm for silence. "I've always been honest about when I've been beaten, and I have no intention of changing that. I have a lot to proud of. I returned from injury. I lasted from the beginning of Superbattle, up until the very end. Right now, I feel grateful to the fans, and admittedly, a little angry and disappointed at myself for coming up short. But, here I stand. Don't let the sling fool you. This is all far from over for me."
"There...since that's taken care of, let's get down to the real reason I came out here. I wanted to discuss the one who beat me at Superbattle, one Reagan Crowe. Yes, the pint-sized, undefeated female competitors, and your number one contender for Summerfest. All eyes are on her." Paladin began. "When I heard that such a competitors was going to be in Superbattle, I did all I could to prepare. I studied her tapes religiously. In particular, I watched her match at Bloodletting last year, her match as Christmas Carnage, her match at Salvation..."
Then, Paladin's eyes opened wide, as though he himself was surprised by what he had just said. "Hey, wait a minute. I forgot! Crowe wasn't at any of those events." Paladin chuckled to himself. "And that is what upsets me the most. Not the fact that I lost at Superbattle, but the fact that I lost to a spoiled brat who hasn't been around all year, felt entitled enough to come back and compete for a title shot at PRW, and, here's a fact that those in the back don't want me talking to you all about, probably won't be here for next year's Bloodletting either."
"And that's the cold-hard truth about it ladies and gentlemen. Crowe is not the type of person who who is going to be here long-term. She is the type of person who picks and chooses her opportunities. How else do you think that she has managed to remain undefeated for so long? It certainly is not because of skill. I had been in Superbattle for over an hour, and I still came this bloody close to beating her!" Paladin yelled. "What did she do to earn this opportunity? Where was she, when Ace Andrews seemingly vanished and this company went without a champion for far too long? Where was she when Drive no-showed his big match with Aries? Where was she when Mordrad first began his rampage, injuring any competitor in his way? She sure as hell wasn't here!"
"So, there's your main event of Summerfest ladies and gentlemen. A so-called monster who hides behind his parlor tricks and henchmen, and a spoiled brat who only won because of sheer luck and her pull backstage. I don't know who to cheer for less." Paladin said. The crowd had gone silent. "I'll tell you where I was though. I have been here, night after night. I work both the big shows and the small ones, having match of the year with Lal Singh during my first title defense with a bloody torn rotator cuff!" At this, the crowd began to cheer loudly.
"Mark my words...Mordrad and I still have unfinished business." Paladin said, his voice dropping as he stared into the camera. "And I have waited long enough for this bloody company to give me the opportunities I've earned. So, I'm done asking. I'm done following the rules and waiting for my chance. From now on, I'm going to take what I deserve. And nobody is going to stand in my bloody way."
"And Mordrad...I think that deep down, you agree." Paladin said, staring into the camera. "That's why you came to my aid in Superbattle, is it not? I'm the one you couldn't finish off. It should be you and I at Summerfest, not you and Crowe. And we both know that the Champion holds a great deal of sway backstage. Are you going to have the fight this company tells you to have, or the fight you want to have? I fired the first shot with Cousin Eddie. Now...it's your move."
Brunswick: Cryptic words from Paladin. What does this all mean Smith?
Smith: It means that if I were Mordrad or Crowe, I'd watch my back. The White Knight doesn't sound like he's done with either of them yet.