For Slovakia
Here's a polished roleplay segment in the style of a backstage/pre-recorded wrestling promo.
[The screen fades in to a quiet, rural landscape somewhere in Slovakia. Rolling hills stretch into the distance as the steady THWACK of an axe splitting wood echoes through the air. A towering man, DAMIEN KOSTICH, is methodically chopping firewood outside a modest farmhouse. Sweat runs down his brow as the AWS camera crew cautiously approaches.]
Interviewer: Damien? Damien Kostich?
Damien pauses mid-swing, slowly looking over his shoulder. He grips the axe tightly, eyeing the camera with visible suspicion.
Damien Kostich: ...Who are you?
Interviewer: AWS. We were hoping to get a few words before Monday Night Ward.
Damien stares for another moment before planting the axe into the chopping block. He wipes his hands on his work pants and exhales.
Damien Kostich: Hmm... alright. You talk. I listen.
Interviewer: Fans haven't heard much from you lately. What's life been like back home?
Damien glances around his property with quiet pride.
Damien Kostich: This... this is my life. My land. My family. Every day I wake before sun. Feed animals. Cut wood. Fix fence. Work until body says no... then work little more.
He chuckles deeply.
People think because I wrestle I live in big city. No. I live here. This place make me strong. Every tree... every stone... every winter... they teach me something.
When AWS call me years ago... I was shocked.
He shrugs.
They say, "We need big men."
I say, "You serious?"
They say yes.
So... I go.
At first... wrestling was job.
Now...
He taps his chest.
...it is passion.
It is where I test myself.
It is where I carry my country.
Interviewer: Monday Night Ward #365 is a huge opportunity. Eight competitors, one chance to move closer to championship gold. What are your thoughts?
Damien's expression hardens.
Dirty Dragón...
Timothy Sterling...
"The Playtime Problem" Mixie...
JohnZo Scary...
Wade Mercer...
Jamal Payne...
Blight...
He slowly nods after each name.
Good.
Very good.
More bodies.
More fighting.
More pain.
I come there for one reason.
I represent Slovakia.
I represent my family.
And I represent Damien Kostich.
If I must fight in Japanese Death Match...
I fight.
If I must survive battle rumble...
I survive.
Rules do not matter.
Names do not matter.
Only thing that matter...
He grips the axe handle again, effortlessly lifting the heavy log onto the block.
...is that every single one of them...
will feel pain.
He raises the axe high overhead and drives it down with tremendous force. The log explodes into two clean halves.
THWACK!
Damien looks directly into the camera.
Damien Kostich: Monday... AWS learn something.
Slovakia is not small when I stand in ring.
He pulls the axe free and returns to chopping wood without another word as the interviewer quietly backs away. The camera lingers for a moment on the rhythmic sound of wood splitting before fading to black.