A roleplay is what you do in fantasy wrestling to win matches. Picture a real life professional wrestler going out to the ring and addressing his opponent. What he says, does, etc., his whole appearance is considered a roleplay. A roleplay can be a ring appearance, a locker room appearance, a press conference, an interview, anything you want it to be. You can have an interview in any place you want (ex. arena, graveyard, lockeroom, car, apartment, and anywhere else you can think of).
BE CREATIVE! If you aren't creative with what you do, us roleplay reviewers are bored and see it as a bland RP. Keep the reader's interest. For a better-looking roleplay, even though it isn't required, you can use colors, logos, and other HTML sources. I don't look at quantity as much as quality. Now that doesn't mean you come up with two clever lines and just post that. It means that, while you have a decently lengthy roleplay (3kb in size), you should have depth in it as well. Don't use catch phrases from real wrestlers or gimmicks from real wrestlers. Don't use a ring appearance that the Rock did on Smackdown or something, once again BE ORIGINAL. The quality of your roleplays decide your career in the IWL. Also, as a personal note, DO NOT EVER SAY "JABRONI." That word is so annoying, I might just make you lose your match at the first mention of it.
The setup of your RP may be whatever you want it to be. I don't require you to use "( )" or "[ ]" as your descriptions captioners, I don't require you to use a certain type of text, I don't require you to do ANYTHING with your roleplays. Do whatever suits you, or whatever you think looks good. Now, don't overdo with the pictures, one is fine, but 5 huge ones is NOT. Animations are a bitch too, so just post a link. There is one exception though. You should keep an empty line between seperate paragraphs and descriptions, it makes it A LOT easier to read. That's all... I don't ask much, just that you keep roleplaying and keep it at a good length and quality.
The following roleplay is one that I feel is very creative. I described the settings well... there was conversation rather than one person saying a huge narration and then the other person following suit... I used good punctuation, I used good grammar... I used my wrestler with the elements I intended his characteristics and personality to have. I used a lot of things that make up a good roleplay. I'm not saying that yours should be the same length as this or even the same quality as this. I would prefer that the length is about 1/2 the size of this, actually. To tell the truth, this HAS to be the longest roleplay I've ever made, but that was because I was up against two of the toughest guys in my fed. This is just an example of an excellent roleplay, and you should be able to do something as creative, but I don't expect anything as lengthy. It, by no means, is intended to be a template for what every roleplayer should have. Keep it short, keep it real.
EXAMPLE
[The scene cuts into city setting, where traffic floods the downtown streets, buildings are shoulder-to-shoulder with eachother, and businessmen scurry back to work from their long-awaited lunch break. The camera zooms around to what appears to be the famous WWA building. The tower shoots high above the company buildings surrounding it, and at the tip, stands proudly a massive, steel WWA logo. The camera then jolts back down after a screech of tires is heard. A hot-red Eclipse screeches and parks beside the sidewalk just in front of the WWA building, regardless of the posted "No Parking" sign AND the law enforcement officer standing next to it. Sweet Pea steps out of the car and turns on the alarm, sounding a couple beeps. He returns the gold keyring to his pocket and walks up the cement steps. He is looking very sharp, wearing an Armani suit and his custom Raybans.]
Officer: Excuse me.
[Sweet Pea proceeds up the stairs while the camera crew quietly follows behind. He is ignoring the policeman.]
Officer: Excuse me sir, you can't park there. Sir, this spot must be clear...SIR!
[Sweet Pea arrogantly waves him away, without a word said or even any eye contact. He walks through the rotating glass doors and into a large, packed lobby. He is stopped by the reporter and his camera crew.]
Reporter: Excuse me, Sweet Pea, are you expecting an appointment with President Raaid?
[He proceeds to walk across the lobby and to Raaid's secretary. The fat woman is wearing too much make-up and cheap perfume, and she appears to be slouching on the job, talking to one of her girlfriends who are probably even more obese. She rolls a large piece of bubble gum around her finger from her mouth as she gossips about some nonsense that's not important. Sweet Pea just glares at her in disgust, and then his trance is broken by a phone ringing across the lobby.]
Sweet Pea: ...Huh?
Reporter: I said are you having an appointment with the president? You know, a meeting?
Sweet Pea: Oh, well what the f-ck is it to you? [He turns to the secretary before the reporter could respond] I'd like to see President Raaid, Miss.
[The ignorant woman rolls her eyes and proceeds to babble on the phone.]
Reporter: Well, the Prophet has been waiting for an answer, and we just wanted to know what your comments are.
Sweet Pea: President Raaid, Miss...
[She ignores Sweet Pea once again. He turns to the reporter.]
Sweet Pea: Look, this may take a while, why don't you just get out of my face for the time being, and-[The reporter attempts to interrupt and reason with him]-NO. No, there are some nice leather sofas over there that look pretty comfortable, so why don't you and your little circus [points to the camera crew] have a god damn seat? PRESIDENT RAAID, MISS!
Secretary: I heard you the first time, I'm takin' an important call right now-
[Sweet Pea slams his fist down onto her desk and screams at the top of his lungs.]
Sweet Pea: LOOK LADY, WHY DON'T YOU JUST F-CKIN' PAGE RAAID AT HIS OFFICE?
[His voice echoes throughout the lobby, and everyone stops and stares. Sweet Pea keeps a firm, cold stare at the secretary as she nervously dials up Raaid's office number on the intercom. He whispers calmly.]
Sweet Pea: Thank you...AND WHAT THE HELL ARE ALL OF YOU LOOKIN' AT!?
[Everyone immediately goes back to what they were doing. Sweet Pea then walks through a hallway, muttering audibly, "lazy bitch." The reporter quickly follows.]
Reporter: Umm, can I have my interview now?
Sweet Pea: Make it fast, you already know I'm busy. I'm already late to the arrangements I had with Raaid.
Reporter: What exactly are the arrangements? Have you agreed to the terms the Prophet has put up?
Sweet Pea: Well, in a word, YES. You see, I've gotten to where I am just fine, but everywhere I go, the Prophet's always there to be the bona fide jack ass that we all know he is. He's always in there tryin' to steal Sweet Pea's spotlight, but he never did. You know what, Prophet? You've wanted to get me ever since we had our differences the very first time we met in the old WWA. You wanted Sweet Pea in the ring with you from the very start, but you never got the job done. And now? Huh, it'll hurt you in the long run, and I'm not gonna regret sayin' that I WILL lay your ass down for good, WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT. Now, I know I'm already accepting the Triple Threat stipulation, but who the hell do you think you are? Just because you got off with a few lucky breaks, you think you can shine with the likes of Sweet Pea? Let me set you straight here. To everyone in the WWA that matters, you're nothing. NOTHING. You were nothing before, you're nothing NOW, and YOU'RE STILL GONNA BE NOTHING WHEN I GET THROUGH WITH YOU. No, no, you aren't even good enough for nothing, no word can describe the unique, feeble-minded sh-t hole that you fit into perfectly. So face it, Prophet. You're even lower than NOTHING, and your stupid little record can't do anything about it...your stupid little titles can't do anything about it...and YOU sure as hell can't do anything about it, AND THERE'S NOTHING MORE TO IT.
Reporter: Claim what you will, Sweet Pea, but you still can't count out West.
Sweet Pea: Man, what the hell are you talkin' about? Can you hear what you're sayin? Listen to yourself...You just implied that West will make a difference in the outcome. Damn, I beat him TWICE before in his wrestling career, I OBVIOUSLY have the upperhand, and well, hey...Sweet Pea is the best damn wrestler in the business, do you need anything more to prove that not only do I DESERVE the championship and victory, I WILL get the championship and victory. Well, surely you can discard the factor of previous victories but, come on, think about it. WEST...BEATING...SWEET PEA? No, ain't gonna happen, hands down, no questions asked.
Reporter: Hmm...you do have a point. But what do you have to say regarding the match itself?
Sweet Pea: West, Prophet, you two morons stop crying in fear about the match, and listen up, 'cause I got some advice for you. Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer. What exactly does that mean, you stupidly ask? It means that you better f-cking PRAY that you got your little promdates standing by, 'cause, by the looks of what you two got right now? Huh, YOU DON'T STAND A GOD DAMN CHANCE AGAINST SWEET PEA...And I suggest you better think of somethin' FAST, 'cause the clock is tickin' and you two are goin' to be up for the biggest beatings of your miserable little lives, and let me make it clear that the ONLY place...that the Extreme Title is goin'...
[An elevator door opens behind him. He steps in.]
Sweet Pea: Is around my sweet and sexy waist.
[As soon as the elevator door closes, the screen flashes to black.]
END
Well, I hope this helped. Once again, don't make your roleplays to this extent. Just consider the creativity being used. I described the settings...I described the characters...I used a good storyline...I used proper grammar and punctuation... I used the personality that could fit a human being... I set the atmosphere and the feeling of actually being there perfectly... and I didn't say Jabroni, :).
**Roleplay not done by current president.**
