ENDGAME SPOILERS INCOMING
Disclaimer: The following roleplay contains spoilers from Avengers:Endgame. You have been warned.
(The scene opens as fans are arriving outside the arena. They are lined up, waiting to get in. Suddenly, “Iron Man” by Black Sabath starts playing, and a man wearing an Ironman mask walks out into a balcony over the crowd, as they look on bewildered. The man raises his arms, before pulling off the mask to reveal that he is the PWS-APEX resident villain, Dillon Crowe. The fans boo as Crowe chuckles to himself.)
Dillon Crowe: Whar? Did you actually think Ironman was going to come out here? He’s dead, so he won’t be going anywhere.)
(Crowe looks across the crowd, as some kids seem confused, and other people look shocked.)
Dillon Crowe: For those of you who haven’t seen the movie, allow me to save you some time. Ironman dies. So does Black Widow. Thor gets fat and Captain America goes bye bye. There, all you need to know.
(The crowd starts to boo loudly, and some kids start crying, hearing the fate of their heroes.)
Dillon Crowe: Boo me all you want, anyone who hasn’t seen the movie yet needs only to blame themselves. I just felt like starting my night off with a laugh, before I go on to win the Collateral Damage Title.
(An “asshole” chant breaks out from the crowd.)
Dillon Crowe: You’re damn Right I am, but how much better do you think you lot are, saying such language around these impressionable small children? They’ve just learned some of their favorite superheroes are dead, and now their role models are teaching them to act like degenerate troglodytes. You people are in fact much like my opponents this evening.
(The fans boo.)
Dillon Crowe: It’s true! We have the stupidly named Rockin’ Lunatic...I mean honestly, who can take someone seriously that is named that? Nevermind the fact that he’s yet to actually win a single match here. Tell me again why he deserves to be in this match? Then we have my other opponent, who will probably be too drunk to realize what’s going on in the match. I guarantee you he’s probably downing a beer as we speak, because he has no regard for the very concept of professionalism. Is that really someone worthy of representing anything as a champion? There is only one outcome that makes any sense in all this, and that is with me standing over the broken bodies of my opponents. Then management won’t be able to just dismiss me. You will all have to recognize me as a champion in this company, and I know how much that is going to infuriate you all, and it couldn’t make me happier.
(The fans continue to boo.)
Dillon Crowe: Kids, let me give you a little advice. Stop believing in your heroes. Stop idolizing your role models. They will always fail you in the end. This is a harsh and cruel world, I am simply the messenger. This world will break you, chew you up, and spit you out, unless you learn to see it for what it is and take it by the neck and squeeze it for everything its worth.
(Crowe starts looking through the crowd as he speaks.)
Dillon Crowe: Your parents don’t want you to hear this because they know that I’m speaking the truth, and the truth scares them to death. And yes, the truth can hurt. It can also be liberating, and once you learn the truth of this world, you can be liberated. That is why I’m going to win tonight, I don’t live in the delusional fantasy that this world is a good place. In just a few hours, my opponents are going to learn the truth that I already know. Deus es Mortuus! Welcome to Hell!
(With that, Crowe leaves from the balcony.)