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Rome Endrizzi versus Ch'ang Dong-Geun Sept 15, 2019 6:15:22 GMT -8

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Post by Management Office on Sept 15, 2019 6:15:22 GMT -8

[The Warehouse] - Hollywood, CA.
Oct. 1, 2019

ROUND 1
HOLLYWOOD HERITAGE CHAMPIONSHIP TOURNAMENT
Rome Endrizzi -VS- Ch'ang Dong-Geun

2 RP MAX | 750 WORDS MAX | RP DEADLINE: Sept. 29, 2019 @ 11:59pm PST

Last Edit: Sept 15, 2019 6:16:16 GMT -8 by Management Office

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Rome Endrizzi versus Ch'ang Dong-Geun Sept 29, 2019 18:47:35 GMT -8

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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2019 18:47:35 GMT -8

“Know what I am saying? Real hating is like art form. You born real hater like myself. A lot of cat be hating, I mad at everything not great like me, young goat. Brother got nice car, why car not good as mine? I only have one car, why your three in worse shape than mine and wife, that’s played out. I hate on ‘n word’ until him or her totally broke and not have anything. ‘N word’ with ‘a’ at end, definitely not ‘hard r’ like other person, sweetie. You what I am saying? That is what real hating is all about.”

The picture slowly comes to life in what appears to be a banquet of sorts. It’s a rather large room, dim with pink and purple hues spread throughout the vicinity. Dressed in their finest suits with their finest and bottom bitches hanging on their arms, pimps of all variety are scattered throughout the room. In the center of it all, a poker table is set up with six unknown people sitting at it. Not far from them, a familiar face comes into view, that of which belonging to the young goat himself, Ch’ang Dong-Geun.

Behind him a large stage sits underneath the bright white lights shining down on what appears to be various plaques and awards. There’s a podium in the center of the stage and behind it, a rather large man dressed in a red suit looking like Suge Knight about to hang a motherfucker by his feet over the side of a balcony. Propping his cane against the side of the podium, the man begins to clap his hands, grabbing the attention of everyone in the room as the background music abruptly ends.

“Hey, what’s poppin’, the Evil Star here and I want to welcome you to the first annual Hollywood Playa Hater’s Ball and award ceremony. We host this once a year and honor the most prestigious, verbal abusers on the planet to ever step foot in California Wrestling and the Hollywood (Playa) Hater’s Ball."

The camera then cuts to a close up shot of Ch’ang Dong-Geun.

“I’m top player hater from Korea. You bitches, better recognize!”

Cutting away from Ch’ang, the camera then focuses on someone who looks nearly identical to Xion Cross. So close in fact the resemblance is on par with that of his current girlfriend who happens to look exactly the same. He holds the blonde against him, his arm wrapped around her waist while gently rubbing his fingers against the side of a picture frame behind her containing a photo of said dead ex-girlfriend, who looks like the one with him alive and well. Crazy, right? He begins to speak to the camera, but nothing is heard as subtitles appear at the bottom of the screen.

You are blocked from hearing Xion Cross.

The picture switches back to Ch’ang who is now sitting in a chair fit for a king.

“He looks like a broke-ass, big dog crybaby bitch.”

The camera then focuses on another familiar face, similar to that of Cali Kate, dressed in some dumb cosplay outfit barely covering her privates yet she wants to be taken serious as a wrestler.

“I’m going to win this year’s Hollywood Hater’s Ball to prove that I am way more than just some stay at home mom and more valuable than the hundred of half naked photos I tweet of myself wearing silly costumes. Go me!”

A person who looks like Kayla Craft then comes into view. As soon as she opens her mouth to speak, a piece of shrimp flies from across the room and smacks her directly in the center of the forehead before transitioning to a shot of Ch’ang laughing hysterically on his throne.

“You not speak if lose to me at open house!”

Stepping into the picture, someone who looks an awful lot like Roxi Johnson approaches Ch’ang, dressed in what appears to be a knockoff superhero costumes purchased from the local Wal-Mart.

“Now Ch’ang, that’s not very ni--”

Holding his hand up and extending his fingers completely, Ch’ang presses his hand to Roxi’s face, pushing her backwards and away from him as he stands to his feet.

“Take step back, you not even real superhero! Everyone look out for ‘Roxi Johnson’, the biggest and baddest superhero on the planet Earth.

Said no one ever.

How Ch’ang know you not Moxi James, my shape shifting arch nemesis set on taking over World with lizard person army?”

Chang brushes his shoulders before turning his nose up to Roxi and towards the life of the party across the room.

Be right back, don’t go anywhere.

Last Edit: Sept 29, 2019 18:48:21 GMT -8 by Deleted

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Rome Endrizzi versus Ch'ang Dong-Geun Sept 29, 2019 18:51:27 GMT -8

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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2019 18:51:27 GMT -8

We are back, just as promised.

Across the room two people who look familiar to two other entrants of the Hollywood Hater’s Ball argue back and forth at one another, causing a commotion bigger than their respective lookalike counterparts wrestling careers. With a grin stretched across his face, Ch’ang steps in between who appears to be Kendrick Kross and Mike Mason.

“Ah, Brandon Banks, I not expect to see you here tonight, at least not for many more hour after all women pass out drinking too much alcohol. I see you meet friend of mine, the Marvelous one, ‘Mike Mason’. Both you bitches dress horrible for occasion and make self look like even bigger jackass arguing over who lose to me first as I claim California Wrestling World Hollywood championship title belt.”

The one who looks like Kendrick Kross goes to speak but before he can even make a sound Ch’ang holds a finger to his lips, silencing him for good.

“Hush!”

With his other hand, Ch’ang reaches into his pocket and pulls out a protractor, handing it to the person who looks like Kendrick Kross.

“It shame you can not use this against young god. It take a lot more than geometry to defeat goat. Now be gone, mark-ass trick!”

Instead of responding to Ch’ang, he just takes a step back and shows himself out of the view. Ch’ang then turns his head to the other person resembling Mike Mason. The Kendrick lookalike at least wore a decent looking suit. As for the Mike Mason lookalike, it was as if he purchased it from the kids section from the local TJ Maxx. He literally stuffed 300 gallons of steroids in a 5 gallon bucket and that’s giving him a compliment because a bucket is more stylish than the piece of shit he picked out for himself. The lookalike looks to Ch’ang with a smile on his face while bobbing his head back and forth.

“Ch’ang, you ought to take that cane and beat whoever made that suit to death.”

Looking down to his suit, Ch’ang appears to take offense at what was said about his Gucci attire.

“Well, well, well, the most diabolical hater this side of the Mississippi. Mike Mason, what can I say about that suit that hasn’t already been said about Miles Blake pulling out his penis on school playground? Why not you click heels together three time and get fuck out of my face, skeezer.”

He immediately draws his fist back to take a swing at Ch’ang but before he can, a dart flies from across the room, puncturing him in the side of the next. It was a horse tranquilizer and in a matter of seconds, the Mike Mason lookalike fell to the floor.

“You ugly horse-face bitch!”

Chang gracefully steps over Mike’s body, headed straight for the table ahead of him where the final Hollywood Playa Hater sits all by himself in the corner of the room.

“Why if it isn’t my first round opponent, Rome Endrizzi. Seems rather fitting to sit here in corner all by yourself with a made up last name like that. Just like triple threat match at open house, I win not only first round match against you, but entire tournament to defend my California Wrestling World Hollywood Heritage wrestling championship title belt. What say you?”

Ch’ang leaves the floor open to the Rome lookalike, but just like the entire period leading up to Tuesday Night Takeover, he just sits in silence and doesn’t even attempt getting a word in. Instead, he falls out of his seat, rolling over to his back where Ch’ang then places one foot on his chest as an official out of nowhere slides in beside them and counts to three.

“The Hollywood Playa Hater’s Ball give us an opportunity to hate on a diverse terrain of mark-ass marks, trick-ass marks, punk bitches, and skig-scag skanks and scallywhops, hoes, hefers, hee-haws, and hoolie-who’s.”

He removes his foot from Mason’s chest and hands the official a crisp one hundred dollar bill before turning away and walking back to where he originally came from -- right behind the poker table at the opening of this segment.

“If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go take my throne because I’m a shoe-in for Hater of year.”

Stopping at the table, Ch’ang begins smacking the back of the chair in front of him, causing the person sitting in it to quickly jump to their feet and flee the scene.

“The Playa Hater’s Ball is not always about hating on one another, we play games with each other too, like all seven of them trying to beat young goat in tournament although none of them have slightest chance. This is a my tournament. The World Hollywood Heritage heavyweight wrestling championship title belt is going home with me, as gift to my precious and beautiful girlfriend, Min Paik, who make all ho’s here look like Mike Mason sister, who very very ugly like him… but not ugly as Britney Anders who have sex doll sell for two dollar ninety-nine cent on Amazon with free shipping and still no one buy.

This is my tournament, and you all guest California Wrestling, my house, the house Ch’ang Dong-Geun build in his image. Get good like me, big dummies. I run shit here.

Bow down to young god, your one true goat.”

With an open seat at the table, Ch’ang sits down. Tossing a hundred dollar bill on the table, he antes up but instead of being dealt a hand of cards, he pulls out his phone and logs into his online poker account where it is undeniable that he will win all ops money because he is better than them at poker and in life.

The end, bitches.

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Oct 27, 2019 2:37:33 GMT -8