Mark Cross "People who wonder if the glass is half-empty or half-full are missing the point...Glasses are REFILLABLE!" 🌴 Pro Wrestler, multi-time World champion 🌴 Former NFL RB, Oakland Raiders #12 🌴 Below average actor 🌴 Coffee Snob 🌴 Based in Miami, FL #RP #OC 🇬🇧 TZ

// STARTER CALL So I've been on a bit of a roll kicking off new stories lately, which has been fun! Would love to keep it rolling. ❤️ to ride the wave (and receive a starter, hot and fresh) 📧 to cook up a storm (and plot) 🔁 to spread the word

standing on the driveway. Flannel shirt, stetson, my old cowboy boots dusted off. My weight rack would be hay bails. My battle ropes would be a lead rope. My core strength would come from trying not to get yeeted off the back of a horse. It was only until it blew over...

option. I needed an escape. Savannah had a client. A model. She had a ranch out in Tennessee, the kind of place where nobody would think to look for me, or care who I was. I could hide out there until it all blew over. As long as I pulled my weight, of course. So here I was +

took it not only as serious, but as gospel. The Internet took it by storm. Namely, by pointing out how unwholly qualified I was compared to Idris Elba...Henry Cavill...Jude Law...Even Kermit the Frog. I became a meme overnight. Walking down the street unrecognised was not an +

character." "Vanna, how the fuck did you even manage this!? This is bad. This is really bad..." PRESENT DAY... So, as it turned out, Savannah had joked to a friend that her one big failure of a client, me, was in the running for 007. That friend, who was dating a reporter, +

Cross is being considered for the role." No no no no... "Cross' last acting appearance was a cameo as Doc Banner in the popular wild west series Demon of Durango several years previously, with many doubting whether he has the reputation or the ability to play such an iconic +

kinda done something. It wasn't until I turned on the TV that I caught the full extent. "In the most surprising twist since Daniel Craig relinquished his role as James Bond, a reliable source has today suggested that little-known actor and former professional wrestler Mark +

property was fenced and gated, to a point (someone could easily poke their head over the hedge to see me) but it wasn't ever a concern. Even at my peak of popularity as a wrestler, nobody cared enough to come to my home. "Well, I...kinda..." Vannah, my agent, had more than +

"BOND. JAMES BOND." - Feat. @PorcelainDhal A FEW DAYS AGO... "Hey Savannah? Why are there TV crews outside my house!?" It had been a pretty typical day in Miami. A 6am start, a workout in the gym, and then home for a dunk in the hot tub to soothe those aching muscles. My +

what she was doing. "Well, looks like we could be here for hours, huh?"

with, as if open casting calls were like a travelling fraternity of sorts, of people waiting for their next big break. I left my name and contact details, following the instructions on where to wait. I pulled up a free chair next to a younger brunette who looked like she knew +

training every day and entertaining most nights. As I stepped inside to register, it was exactly what I expected. A cattle market, except it was filled with all manner of wannabe actors, going through vocal warmups or idly small-talking with people they seemed oddly familiar +

wanted a forty-something British guy built like a pro wrestler, but you know what, even if they didn't? I was determined to make them realise they needed one after all. I didn't need the money. I badly needed something to stop me from going stir crazy after two decades of +

anyone to let me read parts for them. It was time to take matters into my own hands. Open Auditions. Aside from the A5 leaflet I held in my hand, the one I'd ripped from the coffee shop noticeboard with determined vigour, I knew very little. I certainly didn't know if they +

for BOSS Coffee out in Japan, my transition into acting had well and truly hit the brakes. I'd tried several different agents, changed up my headshots, gone to more parties and shaken more hands, but I had to face it. It wasn't that I was tanking auditions. I couldn't get +

and that had certainly occupied my time, but with Pro Wrestling Valor closing it's doors and my 42nd birthday fast approaching (I'd decided I'd hang up the boots by 40) I needed my exit strategy. Demon of Durango had been a couple of years ago now, and aside from one commercial+

"Casting Call" - Starter for @SkyeLaneRP I clutched the leaflet in my hand, double-checking the address matched the building I was now standing in front of. The heading said it all - 'Open Casting Call'. Granted, my wrestling career had gone on something of a renaissance, +

to glow the same colour as her hair, planting a slow, lingering kiss against the base of her neck. "C'mon Gin, we need to get outta here..."

the bottle in the direction of the stricken car. It found it's mark, flying through the opened passenger window before it broke and burst into flames. Stepping behind Ginger, he slipped his arms around her waist, pulling her close. He watched over her shoulder as the car began +

middle of nowhere vibes, and nobody seemed to have stirred. As he reached the woman's side, he snagged the bottle of Jack from her hand, taking one big swig from it before he stuffed the cloth inside. Pulling a zippo from his pocket, he lit the material, turning and throwing +