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Roscoe Shame
- A rookie who has gaine some experience wrestling in another promotion. He's not so bright sometimes and just goes with the flow.
- Backstory-- Roscoe Shame was born and bred in Kalamazoo, Michigan. He was an All-State performer in football and scholarship offers most notably to Michigan State and Purdue. The only problem was in his senior season of high school he got his girlfriend pregnant. On top of that he was the classic case of someone who has all the talent in the world, but doesn't have the drive to do anything with it. Ever since graduating from high school he has squandered his life with working dead end jobs and living in his past. He still walks around Kalamazoo like he owns the place. You can't blame him because everyone knows him and still talks about the championship game his senior year when he threw the game winning touchdown. He was on his couch one day doing nothing when the genius idea came to him. The idea was he can be a professional wrestler. He had his younger brother look up wrestling on the internet and got wind of sVo. After being successful in sVo, Roscoe has decided to try his talents in another promotion.
- Writing sample
The very next week after winning the Tag Team Championship, the team of Beautiful Shame had to defend their newly won titles. Expecting nothing less, they won. With one title defense out the way, Roscoe Shame is forced to defend his International Championship this Sunday at Showdown #49 against The Corporation member Raven.
Roscoe is a man that focuses on one thing at a time and is focus should be on his upcoming title match, however there is something else that has been plaguing his mind this week…
The Teacher
The masked man was standing in front of his locker room last Sunday when he arrived and told Roscoe he was watching him. On top of that, The Teacher has his locker room filled with pictures of Roscoe as if The Teacher was stalking him. Despite his efforts to concentrate on Raven, his mind has been consumed with The Teacher. He is hoping his stop in Paris, France for the “Mr. International” Tour will help take his mind off of the situation.
Unfortunately that won’t happen…..
A photo shoot is setup in the lobby of the Ritz Paris Hotel for fans to have their pictures taken with “Mr. International” Roscoe Shame. The crowd, mostly women, is larger than expected and the line extends out the entrance of the hotel and down the sidewalk. The photo shoot has been going on for two hours, but for every person that takes their picture three more get in line.
A teenager finishes taking his picture with Roscoe and the next person in line steps up. When Roscoe lays his eyes on the woman walking his way his mouth drops open and a shiver runs down his back. The woman is dressed in a short skirt, tank top, and heels. The only problem is her legs and underarms are not shaved. To make matters worse she has a mustache growing in and a few hairs hanging from her chin. She walks up to Roscoe smiling, her teeth badly stained and her breath hot as hell.
“Hi there you sexy hunk meat” the lady says to Roscoe in her thick French accent.
A repulsed Roscoe cringes at the smell of the woman’s breath, “Hello ma’am, what is your name?” he tries to ask as politely as he can.
“Marthea Devoe. I have had this day marked on my calendar for over a month!” she answers with enthusiasm.
“Wow! Thanks for coming out and thanks for the support” he replies, hoping she is done talking.
“Oh honey I wouldn’t have missed it for the world! I couldn’t bare not getting to take a picture with a piece of meat such as yourself. This is going on my wall above my bed!” she says, her accent mixed with her breath presses Shame to get on with the picture.
“Alright lets go ahead and take this picture then!” Roscoe says with as much joy as he possibly can muster.
Marthea moves beside Roscoe, wraps both her arms around her neck and puts her face right beside his. Her hairy armpits slide against his shoulder which leaves a sweat streak. A lump starts to form at the back of his throat as he feels like he is about to vomit. To make matters worse a strong stinky odor rises from the sweat streak and into his nostrils. It takes all of Roscoe’s strength not to dry heave in the middle of the hotel. He motions for the photographer, who obliges, to take the picture so the woman can get off of him. However Roscoe does not get off that easy. After the picture is taken, Marthea plants her lips on his cheek before walking off in pure bliss.
The sickened Shame grabs one of his Shame Time t-shirts he usually signs and gives away to wipe the odorous sweat off of his shoulder. He takes a drink from his bottle of water trying to get rid of the lump at the back of his throat. With the lump finally gone, Roscoe invites the next fan up for their picture with the champ. As the fan walks up to him, a grim faced Jeremiah Sloan walks up out of nowhere with a package in his hand.
“Pardon me sir, but I need to borrow Mr. Shame for a second” Sloan notifies the eager fan.
A puzzled Roscoe follows Sloan to the elevator. Seconds after pressing the up button the elevator doors open and the two men enter.
“What in the hell is going on Sloan?” the anxious Shame asks.
“I’m not sure myself, but the hotel manager brought me this package and I figured it was important” Sloan answers, handing Roscoe the package.
Looking down at the package he reads aloud the only two words on the package, “Mr. International.”
He tears open the paper, but comes to a halt as the elevator stops. The two men walk to Roscoe’s room where they proceed to examine the package as they sit down on the couch. Roscoe finishes tearing off the outside paper, revealing a small cardboard box. He pulls the flaps open on the box and he freezes.
“What is it Roscoe?” the eager agent asks his client.
Roscoe slowly reaches into the box, pulling out some polaroids and a piece of paper. There are five pictures total and all five of them are of his daughter Nicole. Three of them are of her on a swing in the park and the other two of her and her mom in a parking lot somewhere. After flipping through the pictures, a stunned Shame hands them to Jeremiah.
While Jeremiah starts looking through the pictures, Roscoe opens the folded piece of paper. He reads the two sentences and in an instance his jaws clench and his eyes immediately turn red. Noticing what is going on; Jeremiah snatches the paper out of Roscoe’s hand and reads it. Not sure of what to do, Jeremiah puts his hand on Shame’s shoulder and the two men sit in silence.
Not sure if he should say anything or not, Jeremiah asks, “What do you want to do about this?” breaking the silence.
The stone cold faced Roscoe doesn’t say anything at first. After what seems like an eternity he breaks his silence, “I’m going to kill him.”
Unsure of what to say, Jeremiah tries to diffuse the situation, “But you don’t even know who it’s from.”
This was not the thing to say because Shame looks up at Jeremiah with anger all over his face, “What do you mean I don’t know who it’s from? It’s The Teacher! He told me last Sunday he was watching me and that letter says the same damn thing! I’m going to kill him!”
“I’m not going to pretend to understand how you are feeling right now, nor what is going through your mind right now, but we have to figure out a way to channel your anger” Sloan tries to reason with the visibly furious Roscoe.
“The only way is to kill the bastard. All I have to say, is I hope The Teacher is prepared to have his head knocked off on Sunday. When I get through with Raven I am going after The Teacher” a focused and ill-mannered Roscoe responds.
Not knowing anything else to say, Sloan sits back on the couch in silence. Roscoe grabs the pictures of Nicole out Sloan’s hand and stares at them. A tear forms in the corner of Shame’s eye and eventually drops onto one of the pictures. Wiping the moisture from his eye, Roscoe tears the pictures up, pulls himself together and heads back to the photo shoot.
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