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RPG Vice

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Posted 23 September 2017 - 07:36 PM


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Roppongi Vice



The Basics

MEMBERS: Beretta | Rocky Romano

HEIGHTS: 6'1" | 5'7"

COMBINED WEIGHT: 366 lbs.

BILLED FROM: The Streets of Roppongi


Wrestling Info

TEAM DEBUT: March 13, 2015

PCW DEBUT: TBD

PCW BRAND: TBD

THEME SONG: Roppongi Vice by [Q]Brick

ALIGNMENT: Face


Who are Roppongi Vice?

The self-proclaimed Kings of Roppongi, these night-life loving mischief-makers are coming to PCW off a hot two-year run with New Japan, where they captured the Junior Tag Team titles four times before leaving. Their style is a mixture of high-impact, speed and a pinch of playfulness, and are always looking for the next party to take over. With eyes set on becoming the premier tag team at PCW, Roppongi Vice are typically in for a good time and a good fight.

Move List

Finishers:
FOR BERETTA:
Dudebuster (cradle back-to-belly piledriver)
FOR ROCKY:
Ankle lock
TANDEM:
Strong Zero (Dudebuster with Diving Stomp)

Signatures:
FOR BERETTA:
Gobstopper (running high knee)
Standing Moonsault
Slingshot Elbow Drop
FOR ROCKY:
Roundhouse Kick to the Head of Seated Opponent
Gargoyle (diving double knee drop)
Running Knee Strike
TANDEM:
Stereo High Knees

Intro
We fade in on a sign that reads simply “alife”, with a small graphic in the lower left-hand corner reading “Tokyo, Japan, 2:30 AM”. From the sound of pulsating music emitting from within the building as well as beams of light seeping out from an upper level, it becomes clear that this is a nightclub that is in full swing of a massive party. The camera pans over a long line of people still trying to make their way into the building, each dressed to the nines in the latest fashions, mostly Japanese but a foreign faces sprinkled in, most beautiful, quite a few models and singers who are eagerly craning their neck to see if the line is moving at all. The camera pans to show the front entrance, two bouncers in dark suits standing on either side of the door. As the camera approaches, the bouncers nods as one turns to open the door, letting the cameraman in; just beyond the entrance is a small welcoming desk with two smiling hostesses. They say a greeting in Japanese right before the cameraman reaches in with a gold card, handing it to the hostess desk. The card is taken, examined and another smile is offered. “Right this way,” one of the hostesses says in English before stepping from behind the desk and leads the camera down a hallway. The sound of the music of the club is already loud, though as the camera travels down the hallway it starts to die away some. The hallway eventually ends at an elevator. The hostess punches in a code into the panel, and the elevator soon dings open. The camera enters, the Hostess waiting outside and waving.

“Have a good time,” she offers as the door slides shut. The elevator then begins to rise, the music slowly growing louder as it goes up, until the doors open a few seconds later and the pounding R&B and techno becomes deafening. The camera moves forward to a chaotic scene, more Japanese and foreign models milling around in a private bar, both men and women. Two sides of the bar are entirely glass, and as the camera approaches it becomes clear to us that this VIP bar overlooks the dance floor below, the party even at this later hour still raging, bodies dancing and bouncing around, while the DJ continues to rip through tunes. The camera then turns and approaches a corner booth the see two men leaning back, inexplicably wearing their wrestling gear. And if you hadn’t guessed by now, you never were going to as the boys of Roppongi Vice, Beretta and Rocky Romero, smiling widely, each holding a sizable flute of champagne in their hand.


Rocky Romero
“Haha! You didn’t really think we were done did you? Psych!”


The two clink their glasses and take a long sip before setting down their drinks. Both lean forward and give wide, mischievous smiles to the camera.

Beretta
“I think what my partner means to say is that, we have been doing some thinking about our futures. As you may remember, we had previously announced that we would be going our separate ways. And at the time we said that, it made a degree of sense. We have talked about having a five year plan.” Romero holds up his hand up, fingers dramatically spread out. “And then proceeded to crush that plan in only three years.”


Rocky Romero
“Record breakers, baby!”


Beretta
“We had won the IGWP Junior Tag titles four times, the Super Junior tag tournament and dazzled audiences everywhere we went. We had fought, and beat, just about every major tag team in our league. Which led Rocky here to think that rather than stick around and spoil a good thing, maybe it was time to spread our wings, go our separate ways and learn to fly on our own.”


Rocky Romero
“Like a dummy.”


Beretta
“And at the time, I thought that sounded like a healthy choice.”


Rocky Romero
“Like another dummy.”


Beretta
“So after that announcement, we started having a slightly unofficial farewell tour. All around America, and then wrapping up in Hiroshima. We decided to give the world a final taste of what is, in my not so humble estimation, the best damn tag team in the world.”


Rocky Romero
“In the entire universe!”


Beretta
“But then a funny thing happened.”


Rocky Romero
“Funny hmmm, not ha-ha.”


Beretta
“The more places we stopped, the more we worked together, with each successive high-five? It started to feel like there might be some unfinished business. We were having the best matches of our lives, the people were loving it and it just didn't feel like it was time to break up the band. Not yet. You see, that five-year-plan that we had? The dream that Rocky and I laid out for ourselves? It started to feel like maybe, just maybe, we’d set our sights too low.”


Rocky Romero
“I’m a small man! Sometimes I dream small!”


Beretta
“I mean, what else could we do if we really dedicated ourselves to it? Because if we crushed all the stops on our plan in such a short time, if we were clearing house in the Junior Tag division in Japan? Well that didn’t mean we were done. That just meant that we needed a new plan. New goals. New worlds to conquer. Because while the allure to moving on to singles competition has its appeal, there would always be those questions. Those nagging what ifs? Was Roppongi Vice one of the greats, or just a footnote in the story of two insanely talented and intimidatingly handsome wrestlers? Where does Roppongi Vice rank compared to the Legion of Doom? The Hart Foundation? The Hardys? The Increasingly Less Young Bucks? Is this really the end of the road, or the beginning of the story?”


Rocky Romero
“So we had a serious pow-wow over some drinks. Put our knuckleheads together and tried to figure out, what’s next? Because this party just got started, and here in Roppongi? That party doesn’t have a closing time. It just goes and rolls to the next locale. If one joint closes down, you bounce to the one that has an after-hours business. And when that closes down, you go to the penthouse to hear another set. You just. Keep. Rolling. So the question we ask ourselves is, what is the next party that RPG Vice needs to crash?”


Both pause, dramatically cradling their chins in thought.

Beretta
“Do we want to hang out in New Japan and Ring of Honor?”


Rocky Romero
“Naw, been there, done that. This party needs to roll somewhere fresh, with lots of new blood we ain’t seen before. Oh, how about working for Vince?”


Beretta scrunches up his nose and shakes his head.

Beretta
“Trust me partner, not the place for us. They don’t respect the kind of talent that a pair like us bring to the table. How about Global Force?”


Rocky Romero
“No thanks, I prefer it when my paychecks don't bounce.”
Rocky frowns, scratching his head as he looks at Beretta. “Geez Trent, I don't know. Is there anywhere that’s ready for the glory that is Roppongi Vice?”

Beretta
“Gosh, maybe not. Guess we should just go our separate ways huh? OH WAIT, what’s this?”


Reaching off screen, Beretta grabs a phone and slaps at as if he went to the Paul Heyman school of “How to Use a Cell Phone”.

Beretta
“Oh wow Rocky, you see what the internet is all talking about? Looks like our boy Okada jumped over to PWC!”


Rocky gives an exaggerated look of shock, slapping both sides of his face. Maybe a little too hard as he winces, shaking his hands a bit, before repeating the action.

Rocky Romero
“No joke? Okada at PWC? Man, that guy is the best. And that’s where he decide to jump to from New Japan? Hmm maybe we should look into that. If only we had some very lucrative contracts to sign, we'd be right as rain.”


Rocky then turns and motions for something else off screen, another hostess bringing him a pair of contracts being held in those black leather cases that seem to be primarily for wrestling contracts.

Rocky Romero
“Domo arigato, sweetheart.”


Beretta
“So yeah, just like that we decided to make the jump. And honestly? Couldn’t be more excited. Because PWC is exactly the kind of place that we want to work. They respect the hard work of wrestlers who have proven themselves to be able to compete.”


Rocky Romero
“They pay.”


Beretta
“They have the best of the best, ready for competition, and put on shows for the fans that meet--or hell, excede expectations.”


Rocky Romero
“They pay well.”


Beretta
“They aren’t afraid to let performers be themselves, or to push against the limits. They trust their wrestlers to put on a great show, and they want nothing more than the be the best damn wrestling company on the planet.”


Rocky Romero
“Plus we get an excuse to visit cities we never would anyway. Drink specials are very local.”


Beretta
“Plus if our old boss Okada is there? Win-win. It sounds like the perfect fit. So from now on, that P in PCW?”[/b]


Rocky Romero
“It stands for ‘Party’ because you know that’s what your Roppongi boys bring.”


Beretta
“The C?”


Rocky Romero
“That’s for ‘clink clink clink’ from all the coins we’re bound to be dragging in.”

Beretta
“And that W?”


Rocky Romero
“From now on, it stands for...well, wrestling still. Because we like to wrestle.”


As they continue, Beretta and Rocky take turns opening their contract folders and signing them officially.

Beretta
“So yeah, all these things considered, it was a no-brainer where RPG Vice needed to go next. And we’re pumped to be making our debut soon. Because it’s already been too long since we got to cause a little chaos. So looking forward to seeing you all soon. And to the rest of the Tag Teams out there acting like they can keep up?”


Rocky Romero now leans in and screams in the camera.

Rocky Romero
“Like to see ya try! Peace!”



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