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Written: 6/8/2002 Tl100 Robert Young is hanging upside down. It is revealed her is hanging by two monkey bars. His feet are wedged under one and his lower leg extends from it over the other bar and from there his body drops, if you can picture that. Anyway Young is smiling and he lifts his body up without using his hands. He then is sticking his body 45 degrees from the monkey bars. He then drops back down and repeats the motion. This happens 5 times. The unusual exercise clearly shows Young’s strength. But he finishes and hops off the bars. He walks past the camera, the camera though follows his progress. The picture reveals Young to be in a park on a headland and behind Young himself is a picturesque harbor. Young: If you haven’t already figured out where we are I will inform you. We are in Sydney Australia, my true hometown, not some gimmick town like Bunderberg or my current American residence, but my fair dinkum home. Young: See occasionally when we get a week off I come here. But I also come here when I have a pointless match against a hapless opponent. In this case I came here because of the later. Now most matches are pointless to me if they don’t have a belt involved. But this match is pointless on a vastly larger scale as I face an opponent who has somehow entered LCW by bribing Dave Beaumont. Young: Don’t get me wrong fellas. I am all for a bit of Rock and Roll, hell I even own an Aaron Axl album. But mates, I am not for Rock and Roll Wrestling, and this guy is clearly a relic from that age. Especially since he has no moves per say. Young then turns towards the water he is overlooking. He then stares out over the harbor with a smile. He clearly is enchanted by it’s beauty. In the background we see the city. But before that there are kilometers of water, bushland and residential areas. Young then turns back after an age. Young: Maybe Axl is here for a bit of a lark, if Americans don’t understand that term I mean a bit of a laugh. Or maybe you are here for a yarn mate, again for those who are ill informed I mean a story to tell other old farts in your future retirement home. Young: Quite frankly I can’t take you seriously after your latest performance. I can’t believe you could consider yourself a serious wrestler. To tell the truth I reckon you are just some rock star who decided to wrestle for a hobby. And to tell the truth once again it pisses me off greatly. I do believe there is no point feeding me trash like you but when I get the trash I do destroy it so it cannot infest the rest of the roster. The EEI is one example of me taking care of the trash. Young: So I see Hollow didn’t even inflict damage on you for a full two minutes. Even with this advantage you lost. Now I have been thinking of adding something unusual to this match. But I want to have some originality. So instead of Hollow’s proposal I am promising I will not hit you with the Pure Annihilation and I will not use the Hangover. In fact I am going to go old school on you and finish it off with the Yobbo Drop. Young: That could draw a pop from the audience. Young crouches over and grabs a rock. He then stands and pegs it off the headland. Young: I could waste more time discussing this match. But Axl is a joke and should be treated like one. I may think this is pointless, but since I have this match I will make do and use it as practice. It may be a good spare. I always need a good body bag to practice moves on. So Rock Star I’ll see you soon. With that Young finishes and peers down the steep slope, that isn’t a cliff but is rather unsafe. He slowly lowers himself and prepares to climb down an old track he knows. It will take him to a secluded beach. One that he remembers from his childhood. But anyway the end. View Robert Young's Biography |