Nightmare Wrestling Tournament #1 ::Official Thread::

Marcelo Evans | In Session

The scene opens on what appears to be an abandoned class room. Of course, the room is not completely abandoned, as a young man sits where a teacher would be located, with his feet kicked up on the desk. The young man is easily recognized as "The Highlight" Marcelo Evans, and he flashes a smile before getting to his feet. He is dressed in a pair of tan slacks and a light blue dress shirt, and he has a pointer in his right hand. He picks up a piece of chalk and scribbles the word "Mr. Evans" on the chalkboard behind him.

"Now obviously, I'm not actually a teacher, I'm world renowned professional wrestler Marcelo Evans. But rather than mimic every other wrestler who made it into this tournament, I've decided to take a different approach to giving you all a bit of insight into the so-called superstars who've been granted an opportunity to compete with me. First up is the overall tournament favorite, Trenton York."

Evans scribbles up what appears to be an emo male on the chalkboard, and writes York's name underneath the drawing. He gives a quick laugh before poking at the drawing with his pointer.

"Trenton York is nothing but a Cinderella story with an unfortunate end coming very soon. He can lose whatever family he has left, but there's no chance in hell he'll be taking home this tournament. I honestly don't care whether somebody else finishes him off, or if I have to spoil his retirement myself. But that eyeliner loving son of a bitch better watch his back, because to be completely honest, I don't like him. It has nothing to do with him as a person, but everything to do with his career. Because of his demented family tree, he got everything handed to him. Just because a bullet that was meant for him hit his girlfriend, he got world title opportunities, he got merchandise, and he got money he didn't deserve. But if our paths ever cross, he'll know that the last name synonymous with victory isn't York, it's Evans."

Evans shakes his head and then draws another face on the board, this one resembling a stereotypical gangster.

"Now of course, another man in this tournament is that hoodlum Twista XL. But Twista XL is just another man who made it to the top for no good reason. Twista can pretend to be a thug all he wants, but those of us in the business know exactly what he is. In AWF, in ECCW, and everywhere else, Twista XL is nothing but a filthy little bitch who management decided they could make into a star. Now I can't blame Twista for taking the easy road to fame and fortune, as they say, 'don't hate the player, hate the game.' However, beating Twista XL is the best possible way to make anybody who put their faith in that walking sterotype rethink their decisions. And believe me, if he lasts long enough to wrestle me, I'll turn some heads."

Evans draws yet another face on the board, this one looking like a generic young male.

"Then there's the 'The Antichrist' Harry Jones. He's on what, his seventh gimmick now? He likes to claim that he's got all the respect in the world, but really? He expects people to believe that other wrestlers actually give a damn about anything he's done? Anybody who knows anything about the wrestling business knows that Harry has only ever accomplished anything because his Daddy is so influential, and has deals with most of the major promoters. But, regardless of the asterisks next to Harry's accomplishments, many people still see him as a threat to win the Nightmare Wrestling Tournament. The fact that people are even considering him to have a chance to defeat me in any situation drives me to the brink of insanity. But to be completely fair, anybody who's a fan of Harry Jones has to be locked up in one asylum or another."

Evand chuckles before drawing another face on the board, this one having fangs and rather long hair.

"Do you know who this man is? This man goes by the name Casey Anomaly, and he's the one person in this tournament I view as a legitimate threat, but even he will not defeat me if we come face to face at some point in the near future. Anomaly has overcome quite a bit of adversity throughout his career, and has conquered multiple promotions, including 3XW, where he was perhaps the greatest star to ever grace that shit hole, other than my Uncle Daniel of course. No doubt he'll be a man I have to take very seriously, but Casey will not defeat me. Many wrestling fans around the world have bestowed upon him the nickname 'The Nightmare.' But assuming no upsets take place and we meet, I will serve as the tournament's dream-catcher and keep 'The Nightmare' from getting any farther in the tournament. So Casey enjoy your time in the tournament, because once we meet, you're finished."

Evans shakes his head and runs a hand through his dyed blonde hair before drawing a final face on the board. This face is bigger than the rest, and is completely bald. Evans smirks at the face before driving his pointer into the chalkboard as fast as his body allows. The chalkboard cracks, and he chuckles as he starts to speak.

"Now, I don't have time to address everybody in this tournament, and it's a joke that I'm even addressing this man, who happens to be named Mark Jones. Now Jake Lyndon, the organizer of this tournament, has pitted me against Jones in our first round match up, and for some reason, it's been billed as a David and Goliath face off. Now I realize most people will assume that the match has been billed as it has because of Mark's size compared to mine, but those people would be sadly mistaken. You see, the reason the tale of David and Goliath was thought up was to show David was the true king of Israel, and the reasoning behind this match being booked is to prove just how much better than the rest of these men are. If I can best a man with such a huge size advantage over me with such ease, then obviously I am the man destined to be standing tall over the rest of my competition when the dust clears, and I'm not one to argue with destiny. So come Thursday, I will be the proverbial stone in Jones' forhead, and I will go through to the second round."

Evans smirks yet again, then picks up an apple off of the desk and takes a bite out of it. He then tosses the fruit into the garbage before exiting the classroom.