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Next Match >>
Versus:
Kevin Thorn
Event:
RAW.
Stipulation:
Singles
Begin Roleplay
+ Scene + IWE switches form the ring to the backstage area, and William Regal appears in the Parking Lot dressed in a beautifully royal suit, and carrying a briefcase. Look royally defined as ever. He enters the arena and is greated by a IWE backstage worker.
+ Backstage Worker + Good evening William Sir... I hope you had a safe journey. May I get you some coffee sir?
+ Sir William Regal + I do beg your pardon. Did you just offer me... coffee?
+ Backstage Worker + Yes sir, would you like me to pour you a cup? Any sugars sir?
+ Sir William Regal + Is this some sort of twisted joke young man? Because if it is... its the wrong day to bloody piss about with me sonshine. I am from Blackpool... in England. English men like a spot of tea... and a scone now and again. Where as you Americans... sip on your bloody foul coffee and scoff doughnuts. This is a blantant bloody besmirchment.
+ Backstage Staff + My apologies Sir. No to the coffee then sir... have a nice evening.
+ Scene + William Regal grabs the worker by the scruff of his neck, and launches him into the arena wall. He shakes off an indignified look, again striaghtens his suit and proceeds.
+ Sir William Regal + No I dont want none of your vile bloody coffee + murmers as walking away + Any sugars? Cheeky little swine.
Commercial Break
+ Sir William Regal + Hello America. How lucky you are, that I... Sir William Regal have graced you with my nobel presence. There are just a few points I wish to run through, so I do thank you all for sharing your time with I. Firstly... I must express my utmost disgust at this weeks RAW card. William Regal, a man of intellagence and dignity, taking on Kevin Thorn! A worthless, make up wearing little runt. How is this possible, A man of such class and respect should be facing opponents who will put up a challange, and not just dress up and show off to you worhtless bloody mob. But... furthermore, I will use the intellagence of the English, and grab an opertunity with two hands. I am here to indulge my English background and backstreet fighting knowledge... on any twit who stands in front of me. And you Kevin will be the first to feel my wrath.
+ Scene + Regal stirs a cup that is sitting on his desk in front of him, as he stops for a moment of respite.
+ Sir William Regal + England... a country of real capital culture... not like this bloody revolting place known as America. A perfect example of the rotten lie that you American pigs live is John Cena? He's a typical bloody redneck. He swears, listens to obscenely natured noise known as Hip Hop and Rap, and his in-ring style and physique just makes him look like a bloody thug. I cannot express my disapointment in you Americans, but neither can I express suprise. You Americans should take a leaf out of an English mans book. A country of class, grammar, and most importantly this marvelous cup of tea like the one thats sit before me.
+ Scene + Regal sits forward as if to say "I mean business", claspes his hands together, and looks dead eye into the camera.
+ Sir William Regal + Now I will sit back, drink my tea, and do what a clever and personified athlete and fighter should do, and thats prepare. And preparation, is one thing you vile Americans just cannot do very well. But I appose but one question to you all. How do you prepare for the brutality and atrocity of Sir William Regal? I am but two things... 'Gentleman and Warrior'... and come Monday Night Raw, I will strive to battle my cause, And I will do what every Englishmen does well... and serve his country. You see IWE fans and comrades, One day I will be at the top of this business, and when an Englishman is on top of his game, its a bloody nightmare for the kretins who are trying to climb higher. So this week its Kevin Thorn who must face The English Brutality, but next week, it could be any of you filthy peasants, either way, one thing is for sure... Any body who steps in my path will be...
... Overwhelmed By English Intelligence.
+ Scene + Regal smiles smugly at the camera, picks up the cup from his table, and takes a sip... he spits it out and gives an indignified and disgraced look.
Roleplay End |