Hollywood Playboy In Hell (Debut and Unstoppable RP)

The sound of a jet's engine squealing fills the speakers as the scene slowly fades in from darkness. We see a man sitting in an airport lobby, his eyes covered by sunglasses, a rolling suitcase next to him. His body is clad in a light gray suit, a halfway unbuttoned dress shirt beneath it reveals his well toned and tanned pecs. His black hair is slicked back and tightly pulled into a ponytail. His black dress shoe covered left foot taps in anxiousness. The camera begins moving closer to him unsteadily. From the distance the man looks into the camera as it gets closer. The movement stops as it begins to zoom in. The man, Tyler Xero, The Hollywood Playboy, Every Girl's Dream, slowly lifts his sunglasses to get a better view of the camera. He lets them fall back over the bridge of his nose. The camera slowly turns and angles downward. Tyler is now looking forward with the camera focusing on his lower right jaw.

Tyler Xero- Here's the deal...

His voice brash and sure of himself.

Tyler Xero- I've wrestled in countless cities. Countless states. Foreign countries.... I've done everything there is to do in this business... Except work for the big guys. Is it because I'm not cosmetically appealling? Is it because I'm not good enough?

He lets out a small smirk. He itches at his five o'clock shadow before continuing.

Tyler Xero- The problem is, I'm too good. If I was on TV every week? Headlining pay per views? I'd have to be in every segment, wrestle in every match, I'd have to do everything. The problem is, I look too good, wrestle too well, I do everything so much better than everyone else.

His right hand runs through his slicked back hair. The sound of his tapping foot noticeably fades into the afterthoughts.

Tyler Xero- Instead of getting another shot at the big time, instead of going back to Japan and making myself more money that I don't even need, I've decided to keep it small time. You see, Missouri State Wrestling, it even sounds small time, has offered me an opportunity... Scratch that, I've offered all of the country bumpkin small time methamphetamine dealers and smokers an opportunity to see me perform at some second rate University in a "Theater". I've seen the shows, I've seen the "competition", I've seen the "Theater", I've seen it all.

Tyler removes his sunglasses and turns to actually look at the camera.

Tyler Xero- I'm not sure if Danny Stevenson's angle was "Hey, let's bring this rich kid in and see if maybe he can help fund the company," or if he was genuinely interested in my work.

Tyler slowly unzips his bag. He removes a manilla office envelope with a stack of paperwork.

Tyler Xero- Danny and his people, they sent me this folder, filled with a background on the company, a story of where they've been, where they plan on going... It read more like a plead, a pitch, begging me to come and save this company.

He tosses the folder on the bench next to him.

Tyler Xero- See, growing up, I went to a private school, lived in a gated community, I didn't converse with the peasants in my neighborhood, I watched wrestling. I studied years and years of wrestling, I became a student to the game. So imagine the smile on my face when the Legendary Danny Stevenson contacted me to come into his company...

A big smile fills out his face.

Tyler Xero- I had no idea who he was.

The smile fades as a more serious look drops over his face.

Tyler Xero- You see, Danny, loving the wrestling business and being a legend in it are two different things. Filling a bunch of smoky country Western bars with hillbillies who want to watch some wrasslin' doesn't make you a legend. Who have you ever beat? What titles have you ever held? This is hipothetical, Daniel, please don't answer, I don't care. My reason for agreeing to come to your company is because I like to kick people in the face. I love the feeling of being the most handsome man in the locker room. I thoroughly enjoy sweeping through companies, taking all the belts, taking all the female talent to Hollywood, taking all the boys' wives to Hollywood, and making all the toothless jackoffs in the seats angry because their sister girlfriends are swooning over me.

He adjusts the collar on his dress shirt.

Tyler Xero- I dare anybody to tell me I'm not a competitor, tell me I'm not worthy of the main event picture, tell me I'm not the greatest talent in independent wrestling. Within an hour of agreeing to come into this "wrasslin'" company, I was inserted into the championship tournament. Not even that, I was inserted into the co-main event of my first show. Hell, had I agreed to come at the end of the Best of the Best Tournament, they probably would've handed me the title in a ceremony to end a show.

He looks back away from the camera. It slowly rises to his eye level.

Tyler Xero- It's been brought to my attention that my first opponent is a man by the name of Mark Brooks...

A slight laugh escapes from Tyler's chest.

Tyler Xero- Mark, you call yourself "Above Average"...

Tyler stands up and slowly begins to unbutton his shirt in the middle of the now desolate airport.

Tyler Xero- You see, Mark... This...

He completely removes his shirt and suit jacket.

Tyler Xero- This is the look of someone who's "Above Average". I attempted to research your career, study your body of work, I witnessed a lot of generic moves. A lot of flashy gimmicky moves. I've seen you do ridiculous flips, insanely stupid dives, put your body at risk, then end your matches with a... With a Piledriver?

A legit non-cocky laugh begins to escape from deep within Tyler's chest.

Tyler Xero- Did you miss the psychology course during your training? Or did they not teach psychology in BAH-Ston?

Tyler sits back down on the bench. His cocky grin is back on his face.

Tyler Xero- I notice a lot of mention of PWF and Tag Team Wrestling in your biography on the Missouri State "Wrasslin'" website. You must be confused, Mr. Average, you're in a singles match in Country Bumpkin Missouri, can you even handle it? Can you handle a full workload? Can you handle losing? Can you handle that out of all the women I've slept with, all the rats I've taken to bed, I wouldn't touch your manager Mr. Michael if you paid me?

The venom flows from between Tyler's teeth in the calmest way possible.

Tyler Xero- Mr. Average, you should know that since you're not well known, putting your broken neck out there is a terrible idea... Especially when your opponent finishes his competition off with the Hollywood Sunrise, a move where I'll be dropping you on your head. Maybe I should do it multiple times, maybe I should re-break your neck and knock some sense into you. What a statement that would make, right? I can see it now - "Tyler Xero Cripples Mr. Average Mark Brooks in Debut Match" written all across the internet. That's what this company needs, right? Some publicity? A reason for people to turn in? A reason for people to come to the building? I'll make you an example at Unstoppable, Brooks.

Tyler cracks his neck while looking at the camera. His gaze unchanged, he's completely cool.

Tyler Xero- Mr. Average, one YouTube search for Tyler Xero will show you all that you need to know. From Reseda, California to Tokyo, Japan I've proven on a weekly basis why I'm the hottest ticket in wrestling. I've sold out the smallest and the biggest buildings there are. These fans, they pay to watch me get my perfect teeth knocked out. They want me to lose so bad, but the catch is, I never lose. I take titles and destroy the competition, then I leave with the belt. My money... It buys a lot of things, Mr. Average, but it doesn't buy talent or victories, those I earn.

He anxiously puts the folder back in his bag and zips it up.

Tyler Xero- I'll be showing this company the definition of "Unstoppable". I fully plan on superkicking my way through this entire wrasslin' company. My private plane should be landing any minute now, my next stop is Missouri, and when I get there I'm going to snap your Average neck for good, Brooks.

Tyler grabs his clothes and pulls up the handle of his bag. He blows by the camera as the scene fades.