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May 07, 11 at 9:36pm ^re: TWG: Mayhem - Roleplay Thread III
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Alberto Del Rio
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(Credit to Oxygen for letting me use Brock Lesnar)
Streaks of warm red tinted the sky as the sun set over the wet streets of Montreal and its coveted Bell Centre; the venue of the infamous ‘Montreal Screwjob’ oh so many years ago. Within the auditorium a full house rested on the edges of their seats after having already poured a week’s wages, or more, into purchasing their ticket. Scores of fans lined the stands, waving homemade signs aloft in hope of catching the attention of the cameras as they slowly panned across the faces of thousands of screaming fans while Jerry Lawler and Jim Ross waffled into their headsets at ringside. Eventually, the panning overhead camera diverted its focus from the sea of fans to the west of the ring and slowly turned to hover over the stage in anticipation of what was to come...
The sold out Bell Centre audience rose to its feet all at once to voice their conflicted opinions of Brock Lesnar. Some screamed in uproar, while others rallied around him in support. The camera did one final sweep of the front row before it finally focused on the still curtain beneath the titantron. Then, after almost a full minute after his music heralded his arrival, Lesnar burst from behind the curtain and marched out on stage to face his public and all their fury. Dressed as always in a dark Deathclutch sleeveless t-shirt and sweat pants the 280lb ultimate fighter marched down the ramp in pace with his own music, clapping hands with one lucky ringside fan as he veered around a corner to face the steel steps. Loosening up, Brock leapt up the steps in a single bound before deftly pulling himself into the ring. Not wasting time, Lesnar skipped any chance for showcasing and accepted a microphone fed to him through the ropes by a ringside assistant. Summoning his voice, Lesnar rooted himself in the centre of the ring as the camera orbited the stands and crowd fell silent around him.
A single, unified cry of joy sprung from the crowd as Lesnar held the microphone to his chest and smiled proudly at the rows of cheering fans, which gave the camera a chance to cut away and focus on one sign in particular that read ‘Obama caught Osama’ in one of the back rows. After a three second close up, the camera returned to Lesnar as he lifted the microphone and carried on.
Another thunderous ovation erupted from the crowd, and this time the camera remained rooted on the proud face of Brock Lesnar as he looked across the rows of screaming fans.
The sudden birth of a “We Got Him” chant forced Lesnar to take a brief pause while the crowd cheered jovially. Keeping his microphone steady, Lesnar forced himself to continue and once again brought the crowd into silence as he tried again.
Lesnar, very patriotically, lifted his hand to his chest as he bowed his head in silence. All around him, the thousands of Canadians around him did the same as they bowed their head in respect. Even the odd dissident amongst the crowd was soon silenced by their peers, and the entire Bell Centre held their breath in delicate respect with Lesnar. Then, just as Lesnar lifted his head and the crowd broke into applause...
The reaction, quite simply, was venomous as the sound of fanfare trumpets shattered the silence. As one, every head in the arena swerved to glare at the spot where Del Rio would soon appear. Lesnar, who had looked peace only a few short seconds ago, now looked enraged and wild as his chest heaved and he gripped the ropes tight until the point his knuckles whitened as he awaited Del Rio’s arrival with the rest of the crowd. Then, at last, he appeared. Flanked as ever by his loyal manservant, Alberto stepped into the spotlight dressed in a black Armani suit complete with a white scarf and microphone in hand. Even before he reached the top of the ramp, he began talking.
But Brock wasn’t even listening, his eyes were locked on Del Rio like a targeting system. As Del Rio closed in on the ring, the volume of the crowd’s uproar increased as the sound of trumpets faded to an echo in the PA system. The camera quickly panned across the understandably disgusted audience before it returned to watch Del Rio climb up the steps with microphone in hand as Ricardo followed in tow. Walking across the apron, Del Rio lifted the microphone and began talking once more as he stepped between the ropes.
A visibly disgusted Brock Lesnar made no attempt to argue as he remained stoic in the face of the impish grin of his rival, despite the mounting pleas of the angry crowd around him who pleaded for justice. Del Rio, of course, seemed oblivious to the toxic reaction of the crowd as he simply carried on as if it were business as usual.
Again the crowd jumped to their feet, willing Brock Lesnar to strike out as Del Rio carefully remained out of Brock’s reach to mock him while the camera zoomed closer to observe the two rivals.
Brock remained stone faced with his eyes downcast, as if in defeat, as he stared at the space between Del Rio’s legs, who gloated privately with Ricardo as the crowd came to life once again. Then something amazing happened. For the first time, perhaps in his entire professional wrestling career, they began to chant his name. Over and over, louder and louder as the sound reverberated through the building and through Lesnar’s very soul. The ultimate warrior lifted his head, looking at the rows and rows of fans who were crying his name, then took a good hard look at Del Rio. As the camera moved closer there was new steel in Brock’s eyes, not anger and not fury. It was the justice, and it called to him to act. Very slowly, Lesnar lifted his microphone and took a step forward to close the gap between them, holding Del Rio’s gaze as he spoke slowly and clearly.
The smile which has been so prominently painted across Del Rio’s face was wiped away in an instant, replaced instead by a twisted snarl as he lifted his own microphone to counter. But he didn’t get the chance as Lesnar cut in to stop him.
Before Del Rio, or even the crowd for that matter, had a chance to respond Lesnar’s microphone bounced off the canvas as he lunged forward. He reared back and took hold of Del Rio, pulling him in by the lapels of his jacket until their faces where mere inches apart. The crowd roared for more, and had it not been for the timely intervention of Ricardo Rodriguez they would have had just that as Del Rio’s manservant quickly leapt onto the back of the Brock Lesnar, giving his master the chance to escape. As Del Rio broke away and scrambled through the ropes to safety Lesnar took hold of Ricardo and threw him over his shoulders, slamming him down on the canvas before looking up to discover that Del Rio had escaped and was already half way up the ramp. Growling, he pointed a finger at the laughing Del Rio before turning his attention back to Ricardo, who was struggling back to his feet. With a sadistic smile formulated on his lips, Lesnar stepped in and grabbed Ricardo. Then Del Rio could only watch as Lesnar lifted his servant onto his shoulders, and then planted him into the canvas with a thunderous F5! The crowd roared with appreciation while Del Rio scowled from the stage, staring remorsefully at the unconscious form of Ricardo before making his escape through the curtain and leaving Lesnar to enjoy his victory...
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May 07, 11 at 9:59pm ^re: TWG: Mayhem - Roleplay Thread III
We are hitting up TWG Mayhem tonight with all the fall out from the recent pay-per-view. Many may have been impressed with such performances from the likes of Alberto Del Rio, The Miz, Triple H and the the man of managed to become to Undisputed champion, Alex Shelley. Another man who managed to shine and stand up out of the pack was Trent Barreta, he has been in TWG for less than a month but has racked up three wins. He didn't receive this much attention in past promotions and has finally settled in, in what he believes is a relaxed but competitive environment. This week he goes up against two men who could give him a run for his money but unlike the past Barreta is walking around with a touch of confidence, which may or may not help him inside the ring. Like a excited youth he walks with a hop in his step as he strolls through the backstage area, speaking out to anyone that would listen.
Trent Barreta: Three wins in a row walking through, just sayin'.
Maybe a little overconfident but who says that won't help his game. Other will say that he needs to lose if he wants to reach top form in the business, right now he hasn't lost a match and doesn't know how to lose, this would mean that he doesn't feel he needs to up his game at all seeing that he thinks he would just end up winning anyway. Only time will tell but Barreta seems to be on a high right now and no one can stop it.
Trent Barreta: Who would have thought it, this time three weeks ago I was a nervous wreck and couldn't stop shaking. Now look at me. I know I'm going to win, so does everyone else. It's just bound to happen.
Everyone around him gives him a look of disgust, more so to do with what a jackass three wins has turned him into. Talk about letting success get to your head, he walks down the corridor mouthing off to staff and casual passers by.
Trent Barreta: Champion of the World, Trent Barreta. Catchy stuff.
Only time will tell if Barreta can still deliver out in the ring, will his new found attitude knock him of his high horse or will it keep him focused and continue the streak. Check out TWG Mayhem tonight to find out when he takes on Zack Ryder and Shelton Benjamin in a triple threat match up.
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May 07, 11 at 10:22pm ^re: TWG: Mayhem - Roleplay Thread III
Superstar: Brock Lesnar
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A war. Four days ago, Brock Lesnar was inside a trench, fighting all sorts out enemies like Hulk Hogan, Alberto Del Rio and, still World Heavyweight Champion, Alex Shelley. Lesnar headed into battle without any helmet, bullet proof vests or impact-reducing gear as he faced the TWG version of a Nuclear bomb - the Elimination Chamber. The Ultimate Fighter wasn't conscripted for this war; he had put himself through match after match and chose to fight in the warzone. If one person was ever to survive a nuclear explosion though, you would be confident in that person being the mammoth Brock Lesnar. The Ultimate Fighter is sweating heavily, but besides that his topless torso unscathed. His ribs not bruised and his back not cut, Lesnar looks he's only warming up for an Elimination Chamber.
But he isn't.
It's been four days since Brock Lesnar was pinned for the first time in his TWG career. Over the course of April, Brock Lesnar never had to watch his opponents hand being raised by the referee. Never did he have to go back to his locker room with the taste of defeat in his mouth. Never has he had to come up with a new training regime or watch replays of his match to pinpoint what exactly went wrong. It didn't take Brock long, though. It didn't take hours and hours of intensive studying and examining, because, well, nothing went wrong. Lesnar's pod swung open and he came out of the traps, crashing through Del Rio and Shelley and then tossing the Mexican out of his way. He hoisted a tired, $leazy Alex Shelley onto his shoulders just like had done with The Miz, Triple H and Jeff Hardy over the course of the past month. A soaking wet and slippery Alex Shelley managed to slide down Lesnar's back and lowblow The Next Big Thing. Completely winded and dehabilitated, Lesnar could no longer spread the pain - Alex Shelley nailed him with the Shellshock and the rest is history.
And there is no doubt that Alex Shelley is resting in the locker-room of Awesome $leaze, wrapped up in blankets and pillows to nurse his sore body. Or perhaps he is out in one of the finest nightclubs in Montreal, wrapped instead in beautiful, half-naked women, all of whom are nursing his body with their thighs and sexual dances. Either way, regardless of location, it is a certainty that Alex Shelley will be accompanied by his Undisputed Title.
Brock Lesnar, however, is completely alone. The gym is completely derelict with the exception of the sweating and panting Ultimate Fighter, who hangs onto the sidebars as the conveyor belt of his treadmill is whirling around the base of machine at what seems like one hundred miles per hour. The Next Big Thing looks down, out and lifeless as his drained legs stumble along the treadmill. Screw any of this half-marathon bullshit, Lesnar has ran at least twenty miles over the past two hours. His muscle, tattooed torso is soaked in layer of sweat and his face is crimson.
The rock music booming out around the gym suddenly becomes silence and then only the sound of Lesnar’s heavy breathing and the machine’s drone are even clearer to hear. Lesnar’s eyes bolt across in disgust towards the stereo player and the door, where Todd Grisham now stands. Before the chirpy commentator can get a word in, Lesnar sighs and directs he and his cameraman.
Todd looks to the ground a little awkwardly and he and his cameraman hesitate. After Brock's previous match and what just happened in the ring, his patience is no doubt thinner than it already usually is and Todd knows that this probably isn't for the best...but either way he takes a step or two closer to The Ultimate Fighter. A little desperate for an interview, he pleads with Brock.
With yet another sigh, Lesnar tugs on the emergency stop rope clipped onto his DeathClutch shorts and brings the treadmill to an immediate halt. Lesnar takes a moment or two, inhaling deeply to get is breath back, and then he stands upright, staring at Todd who is a few feet away from him.
Lesnar looks toward the exit, looks back at Todd, and then towards the exit again. Knowing his place, Todd shrugs and tells his cameraman it's time to leave. The duo turn around and head back for the door, while Lesnar's treadmill begins to whirl up again. Twenty two miles so far, and another dozen or so to go. Lesnar picks up his jog and begins to gain speed to keep up with the machine, while Todd shouts back to Brock as he shuffles out of the door.
Lesnar ignores Todd and instead stares directly again as sweat emits from his pores and runs down his face, neck and body. The Next Big Thing uses the remote control in the phone holder slut of the treadmill to turn the music back on, the entire time his eyes are focussed on the wall ahead.
Focussed on Mayhem.
Focussed on Jay Lethal, while thinking of Alberto Del Rio.
Jay Lethal, Here Comes The Pain.
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May 07, 11 at 10:25pm ^re: TWG: Mayhem - Roleplay Thread III
An unfortunate card in the game of fate had been dealt to him. Having to deal with that psychotic man in his corner while trying to win was a difficult task. He could do it, it wouldn’t be easy, but it would be possible. That was all he needed to keep his hopes up. Sheamus walked through the backstage area, looking for Dominick. As he tried to find the man, anger was able to be found in his words as he muttered.
Sheamus: Ten to fifteen minutes my ass. I was at the catering area for twenty-five damn minutes and nothing. I call your cellphone and I go straight to voice-mail. Now where the hell are you?
Sheamus continued his search as various crew members brushed by him. He stopped another crew member and asked him where Dominick was.
Crew Member: I don’t know. I saw him over near the interview area talking to Cole about ten minutes ago, but I don’t know if he’s still there or not.
Sheamus sighs, happy to get at least some kind of direction on where to go. It wouldn’t be pleasant having to ask Cole for help on anything, but sometimes you have to do things you don’t want to do. After reaching the interview area, Cole was busy in a chat with the cameraman. Sheamus walked up to him and tapped him on the shoulder as he interrupted his conversation.
Michael Cole: Do you have my latte? I’ve been waiting five minutes for that thing. I swear, we need better help than people like you –
Cole stops his words as they come up his throat when he sees the man needing his attention is Sheamus. A cocky grin spread over the face of the self-proclaimed “Voice of the TWG Universe” as he started his boasting.
Michael Cole: Well who do we have here? What did I tell you before Sheamus? I told you that you had no chance on Sunday. You got left lying there after a Killswitch and had to watch the title slip from your fingers. Then I was proven right again when The Awesome Miz won. I know everything Sheamus. I know that The Miz will win the TWG Undisputed Championship with his Royal Rumble title shot, I know that you’ll never get anywhere, and I know that I am indeed the voice of the TWG Universe. Now make it quick Sheamus, I have my own life as so many people know that I need to get back to. A journalist has priorities.
Sheamus: Cole, I don’t give a damn what you said. I don’t give a damn what your priorities are. I don’t give a damn if you need to get back to what you think is a life. Where the hell is Dominick at? I need to talk to him and a little bird told me you’ve seen him recently.
Michael Cole: Well Sheamus, I don’t know. I don’t seem to remember where Dominick said he was heading to. Looks like you’re out of luck.
Sheamus: I thought you knew everything Cole? You just said you did.
Michael Cole: I do know everything Sheamus. I know that The Miz is awesome. I know that you’re as white as snow. I know Goldust is a gold-painted freak. I know Christopher Daniels is a wannabe priest. I know where Dominick went. I know Triple H is a has been trying to relive his glory days. I know that –
Cole stops as he realizes he just gave Sheamus the warrant that he needed to continue this conversation. He dreaded what he thought would follow and felt anger at his failure to keep his mouth shut.
Sheamus: I thought you said that you didn’t know where Dominick went? Now you’re saying you are Cole. Which is it fella? I don’t want to wait any longer than I have to.
Michael Cole: Yeah, I know where he went. Now the question is whether or not I’ll tell you where. The answer to that is no. Why should I? You’ve done me no favors.
Rage was building inside him as the game of cat and mouse continued. At this rate he wouldn’t be able to get everything worked out before the show came around.
Sheamus: Fine, you want a favor? I’ll give you an interview right now. More screen time for you to show off to Mike. Now can we hurry this along?
Michael Cole: I was hoping you’d say that. Get the camera rolling. It’s showtime!
The cameraman gives the thumbs up as he gets the camera in place and turns it on. Once the red light glows, Cole begins the standard procedure.
Michael Cole: Ladies and gentleman, please welcome the voice of the TWG Universe into your homes, Michael Cole. As well as his lowly guest, Sheamus!
Sheamus’s expression changes to act like he’s in a good mood. All a facade for the fans, but a needed one. Might as well give Shane his money’s worth.
Michael Cole: Sheamus, at the Elimination Chamber pay-per-view, you lost your chance to become the European Champion. Instead that title was won by an old “pal” of yours, Triple H. Now how to you plan to bounce back from that embarrassment?
Sheamus:An embarrassment? How the hell was I embarrassed last Sunday? The man who won is a thirteen-time WWE Champion and a sure Hall of Famer. Any time before last Sunday, I’d have beaten him down and ripped the title from around his waist. I also would have beaten you to a bloody pulp with that camera right there for asking such a stupid question. Though now, I’m not going to. I’ll bounce back with a win tonight and prove why I am a future champion here in the TWG. Trust me fella when I say that it’s only a matter of time before I have gold around my waist.
Sheamus then cuts the interview short by walking off screen and over to the cameraman streaming the interview. He takes the camera from him and hits the power button, turning it off. With the interview over, Sheamus walks back to a seething Michael Cole.
Sheamus: Now then Cole, you got your interview. Now where is Dominick?
Michael Cole: Sheamus, you’re lucky I have a nasty case of athlete’s foot right now. Yes, I have athlete’s foot, that makes me an athlete. Otherwise, I’d drop you right now and then find someone more worthy of my time.
Sheamus makes a menacing stop forward as Cole cringes. A threatening tone in his voice, Sheamus speaks.
Sheamus: Is that so fella? Wanna try to prove it?
With the massive man threatening him, Cole couldn’t sing any faster.
Michael Cole: Fine! He went over to the tech room! Something about having to check on some re-mixing, I don’t know. Just don’t hurt me, I bruise easily!
Sheamus steps back and laughs at Cole’s cowardice. The swagger was all just smoke and mirrors. Sheamus pat Cole on the shoulder as he walked past him towards the tech room. After finally reaching there and seeing Dominick waiting outside, Sheamus walks up to him and begins his scolding.
Sheamus: Dom, where the hell were you? I was at the catering table for twenty five minutes! I tried calling your cell and got sent to voice-phone. I had to deal with the stupidity that is Michael Cole just to find out you were here. Now what the hell was so bloody important that you couldn’t meet me.
Dominick: I had to check in on the job you gave me. I had to make sure it was going along well. It’s been taken care of and it’s all set. Want to take a listen?
Anger finally dissipates from Sheamus’s face as luck finally goes his way. He gives an approving nod as Dom gives a thumps up to inside the room. It isn’t long before the music plays.
System: And I was like baby, baby, baby, oooooh. And I was like baby, baby, baby yoooou.
Sheamus then proceeds to slam the door shut to cut the music out as Dom laughs. Sheamus’s face is now red with rage as he yells at Dominick.
Sheamus: What the hell man!? That wasn’t funny! Do you know how much I tried to get shit like that out of my head?!
Dom does his best to stop his laughter and form a full sentence. After finally getting a hold on his nerves, he answers.
Dominick: Calm down Sheamus. It was a joke. The song’s all ready and people are ready for your appearance.
Sheamus: Good. Now tell them I’m heading out soon. I’m ready to show the fans what they came for.
Dominick: You’ll have to wait a bit Sheamus. We have to get all the sponsor’s in. That means you know, cutting to commercials at quite a few moments in the –
TWG programming then cut to commercials as the discussion is left until later in the show, if taped at all.
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May 07, 11 at 10:54pm ^re: TWG: Mayhem - Roleplay Thread III
Name: The Miz
Nickname: The Awesome One
The scene opens in the car of Awesome Sleaze member The Miz. Beside him sat Aex Riley in his recognizable jock jacket and jeans. The Miz, in street clothes also, has his eyes on the road as Riley plays around with the stereo. He seems to always find himself switching channels whenever in the car with Miz. Anyway, The Miz drives down the road, his eyes peeled for a McDonalds or Kentucky Fried Chicken. It was dark and The Miz was having trouble trying to identify each shop as he passes them. He clicks a button making the window slowly fall into the car door. The Awesome One, only ever so slightly, pokes his head out of the window and finally spots a fast food shop. He pulls in and parks the car before he and Riley head into Burger King. The Miz slams his door shut and waits for Riley to get out so he could lock up. A-Ri takes his time, though as he executes the plan he thought up during the journey. As he places one foot out of the car and onto the concrete floor, Riley swiftly takes his wallet of of his back pocket and throws it onto his seat behind him. He smirks and slams the door shut, now confident he won't be paying for his meal. Very sly of one of Miz's so called pals. He walks around the car and meets up with Miz so they could enter the building and get a bite to eat. Riley keeps his little plan under wraps for now and asks Miz why they left the arena to get something to eat.
He itches his head as he struggles to work this one out. The Miz sighs, obviously thinking the reason was fairly obvious. It was approaching show time and The Miz points at the empty building. The only people inside were the trusty Burger King employees. Still not getting the concept as to why they were there, The Miz cuts to the chase and just tells Riley. Although watching Riley's head fry as he tries to work it out was funny, The Miz wanted to get something to eat as soon as possible.
Alex Riley grins realizing Miz was right. Had they went to the fast food joint as the arena, they would of been pelted with all kinds of garbage. The Miz pushes the double doors open and holds it open for Riley before the walk towards the counter. A skinny, white, acne ridden teen greets the duo with a huge grin and gets ready to punch in their order. Following the Burger King code the teen is forced to say the same thing to each and every customer. He didn't enjoy it but it paid, so who was he to complain after not getting any qualifications, huh? The Miz and A-Ri stand with their arms folded, looking up at the boards, trying to decide what to get.
The Miz stares at the unattractive employee and shakes his head from side to side before he cuts him off. In a frustrated tone he says:
The teenager, no older than seventeen, gulps behind the counter and gently nods at The Miz. He takes his hand away from the cashier and places it by his side. The poor lad stutters as The Miz waits for a reply.
The Miz smirks knowing he's clearly scared this boy half to death. He's the other side of the counter, a fair distance away from each other, and he has the Burger King worker fearing for his life. It was only a threat but The Miz said it in such a vicious way, the employee thought The Miz was going to jump the counter and ring his neck. Alex Riley chuckles to himself slightly as he observes his partner talking to the staff.
The Miz turns his attention back to the menus. It takes him no longer than a few seconds to spot what he wants. The seventeen year-old rolls his eyes as Miz turns his body back around. After making such a fuss, The Miz cockily turns around and looks at the man on the cashier. With more arrogance than usual The Miz informs the worker he's now ready to order.
Alex Riley chuckles and stands to the Miz's side, echoing his every word in a schoolboy bully like fashion.
They both smirk as the teen Burger King cashier tries to keep a cool head. He takes a deep breath then exhales before he lifts his head and smiles with as much enthusiasm as when they first walked in. He starts again as The Miz and Riley fold their arms.
The Miz being the being the evil bully he is against interrupts the poor boy. It's all just fun and games to Miz and Riley as they snigger amongst themselves. Miz clears his throat which causes the teen opposite him to stop talking. He raises an eyebrow then sighs as The Miz begins to speak, cutting him off earlier in his sentence than before.
The Miz steps back, allowing Alex Riley to make his order. The teenager they had been messing with finishes punching in Miz's order and looks up at Riley. The Varsity Villain had a glint in his eyes. He wasn't done having his fun. The Miz leans up against a wall and watches it all transpire before him.
He smirks once again, as does Miz. The cashier tries to keep up with the order and manages to do so but that was only the first problem. The price pops up on the cashier itself and Miz hands him the exact money for both meals after Riley taps his pocket, revealing no wallet. They walk off and take a seat, leaving the teen to explain Riley's complex order. The Miz chuckles as the two sit down. They thought the building was empty but out walks a rather large, round black woman from the toilets. She takes a seat with two men of the same colour. The Miz spots them from the corner of his eye and signals to Riley to look over. Riley looks over then looks back at Miz.
They laugh as a blonde woman walks over with a tray full of Miz and Riley's food. They nod and thank her as she walks off. They waste no time in tucking in but Riley stops. He holds his milkshake up to the light and raises an eyebrow. The two shadows, which were slightly different shades because of the two flavours, weren't even. He shows Miz and get up out of his seat.
He says with a huge grin on his face. The Miz stops him and looks around after hearing a scream from the other side of the shop. He forces Riley back down and tells him to wait.
Alex Riley was confused but realizes what The Miz is talking about as the round black woman makes her way up to the counter with a half eaten hamburger in her hand. They look over as this woman insists on kicking up a fuss over a minor issue. It wasn't the seventeen year-old's day today as the immediately starts shouting at him.
It didn't seem to much of a task to heat up a cold burger but the silly and inexperienced worker didn't agree. He refuses to do so in his squeaky voice.
The woman kisses his teeth and calls over her, what turned out to be, sons. The employee, just like earlier when he felt threatened by Miz and Riley, gulps. He begins to sweat in feat and wipes his forehead with the sleeve of his shirt. The woman's sons stand behind her as if they were her bodyguards. They stand with their arms folded as this cashier stands on the opposite side of the counter... Alone. His work colleagues can hear the whole situation going on but decide to ignore it and let him work it out on his own. She slams the burger on the counter and points at the scrawny worker, grabbing some other employees attention. About time, too.
She shouts as her two bodyguar-- sons stand behind her with grins on their faces. In the few short minutes of Miz and Riley ordering and this whole charade taking place, the acne ridden teen had garnered some courage. He sticks to his words and shake his head side to side, refusing to heat the burger up. Always looking for an opportunity to stir the pot, The Miz gets up to get a straw. While doing so he can't help but get involved.
Happy with his dirty work, The Miz walks back to his seat and watches the rest of the show. He knuckle punches A-Ri as the woman, seconds after Miz left, demands to see the manager. The Burger King employee sighs and leaves his post in search of the manager. He returns with the smart looking, hair slicked back, suit wearing manager by his side. The woman, still shouting as loud as her voice box would allow her, explains what has happened to the manager, making the small teenager look like the bad guy as best she could. The manager tuts and takes control of the situation, gently shoving his staff member to the side.
Happy with her victory, the woman laughs as she walks back to her seat with her sons. The organizations manager hands his shockingly bad employee the cold burger and tells him to heat it up and apologize when it's returned. The Miz and Alex Riley, done with there meal now, were really pushing there luck. They had to be back in the arena within half and hour but Miz was enjoying this way to much. He pushes the tray with all their rubbish on to the side and sits back, watching the nervous employee return the burger. He slides it back onto the table and apologizes for his actions. Sadly, the woman didn't react kindly to his apology and lashes out once again.
It had been an emotional day for the employee and he struggles to hold back the tears. A small drop falls down his cheek but it was hardly noticeable a short seconds later. The Miz takes matters into his own hands and shouts across the fast food joint, directing traffic as if he was in the TWG ring.
So she does. The Miz and Alex Riley let out a huge hearty laugh and struggle to sit still. The former World Heavyweight Champion gets to his feet and applauds the large black woman. The employee slam his clip on tie to the floor and runs to the toilets. It had been one hell of a night shift for him. The Miz walks over to the family and thanks them for a great night.
The shoe was on the other foot now as The Miz was cut off by the woman. He raises an eyebrow as she shrieks while looking through her oversized handbag.
Miz's eyes grew bigger as the two large black men get to their feet and stand in front of him. Nobody else was in the restraunt, except Riley and Miz. Karma's a bitch, apparently. The Miz quickly turns around and runs for the exit! He didn't have the phone but those two well built guys weren't going to believe that. Alex Riley caught wind of what was going on and quickly followed Miz out of the building. They run to the car and quickly climb in for the second week in a row. With the angry men hot on their heels, Miz turns the engine on and puts his foot down. A loud screech could be heard as the cars tires spin, leaving the men chasing them in a cloud of smoke. Panting, trying to regain their breath, Alex Riley rests his head back on the chair.
The Miz doesn't respond. He just concentrates on getting back to the arena. They were cutting it fine with only fifteen minutes left until show time. The Miz concedes defeat and finally replies to A-Ri.
Alex Riley doesn't reply with words and instead nods his head. The two remain in silence as The Miz drives back to the arena. Riley smirks, though as he grabs his wallet out from under his backside. He slides it into his pocket, pretty pleased he didn't have to pay for his mega meal. It wasn't all that bad after all.
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May 07, 11 at 10:56pm ^re: TWG: Mayhem - Roleplay Thread III
Dashing Cody Rhodes
The recently-reunited Legacy, Ted DiBiase and Dashing Cody Rhodes and in their shared locker room, lying on a large sofa and enjoying a bottle of expensive, red wine. With one of these two TWG superstars being the son of the million dollar man, Ted DiBiase Senior, it isn't surprising that they would be able to afford such an expensive beverage. While is may seem risky to drink alcohol before a tag-team match with each other, they both look unusually confident. Ted DiBiase is swirling the glass around playfully while Rhodes takes the last gulp of delicious wine. Ted nudges his tag-team partner and smiles.
Rhodes nods and smiles, which pleases his partner to no ends.
Ted DiBiase: Don't mention it. That's what friends are for, right?
Dashing Cody Rhodes: Now Legacy can be stronger than ever and we will show that to the world when we annihilate Jinder Mahal and that mystery partner of his. We can't possibly lose tonight! You've got money. I've got a dashing face. We've both got a prestigious wrestling background and we've definitely both got talent. I don't see how anything can stop us from becoming the main attraction of this entire show. We have everything.
Ted DiBiase: Yes. That we do. Do you feel like another glass?
Dashing Cody Rhodes: Only if you are having one too. Speaking of the wine, are you sure it's wise to drinking it right before a match? Wouldn't it drag down our performance?
DiBiase laughs, which confuses Rhodes. However, Rhodes plays along, notice for the first time a newfound trust in his partner.
DiBiase picks up the bottle of wine and refills both Rhodes' glass and his own. Rhodes is quick to take the first sip of his newly-refilled glass of wine as a nostalgic DiBiase looks at his partner and indulges in the memories of the old times during which Rhodes and DiBiase were unstoppable. The days of the original Legacy were the highlights to DiBiase's career. There is nothing more priceless than memories.
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May 07, 11 at 10:57pm ^re: TWG: Mayhem - Roleplay Thread III
The camera's cut backstage, to an empty hallway. However, it doesn't remain empty for long, as the familiar face of Alex Riley appears on screen. Wearing his trademark jock sweater, Riley struts down the hall, passing crew members on his way. He reaches the end and stop outside Awesome Sleaze's locker room. He swiftly opens the door and walks in, obviously looking for someone.
Riley walks deeper into the locker room, poking his head around every corner in search of The Miz.
The Miz reveals himself to Riley, walking out from the back room. He walks straight past A-Ri without acknowledging him, and begins to eat an apple on the couch.
Alex Riley: Oh, well um, as you probably know already, I've got a match tonight. Fatal Four Way with The Rock, Christian and Jesse Neal. Now I know that my 100% record here in TWG speaks for itself, but I was wondering if you had any...you know...
There's an awkward silence as Riley tries to get his words out. Miz continues to look unimpressed while taking another bite from his apple.
As if on cue, The Miz unleashes a mouthful of apple onto Riley's cheek. A-Ri simply wipes it away and flicks it onto the floor.
The Miz: Really A-Ri? Really? You're coming in here, asking me for tips? Man up, bro. Just go out there and show them what Awesome Sleaze is all about. Destroy them. You're my friend Alex, but I'm sick and tired of babysitting you! You're a fully grown man! Now I want you to go out there tonight and I want you to show me why I should let you stay in this group. You got that?
Alex Riley: I hear you loud and clear Miz, you want me to go out there tonight and prove to you why I deserve my place in this locker room. Not only am I one of the most talented, charismatic and charming superstars here in TWG, I'm part of Awesome Sleaze, the group that is re-writing this business. You know what Miz, what you've just said means a lot to me and tonight I am going to make you proud.
The Miz: Dude, you're getting better at this. But, you need a catchphrase. Every legend has a catchphrase, bro. So I'd advise you to get one.
Riley pauses for a moment, before grinning wildly. He pats Miz on the back and exits the locker room, as Miz shakes his head and closes the door.
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May 07, 11 at 10:59pm ^re: TWG: Mayhem - Roleplay Thread III
Name: Kurt Angle
Nickname: Wrestling Machine
Kurt Angle is sat in the locker-room alone. With a black towel over his head, he sits on a bench, thinking about his TWG debut tonight. He smirks then gently laughs to himself. The Wrestling Machine stands up and places the towel around his neck. He grabs a bottle of water and screws the cap off before taking a swig. He splashes the rest over his face and throws it to the side before he rolls his neck around.
The veteran slides in his gum shield and leaves the locker-room fully focused on his match
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May 07, 11 at 11:00pm ^re: TWG: Mayhem - Roleplay Thread III
TWG Cameras cut back to ringside as fans await the next appearance by a Superstar. Mayhem was approaching and they were restless, ready to see some great matches. The chants and murmurs of the crowd cease when something suddenly hits the audio system.
WHEN I SAY GO!
An unknown song is sounded around the stadium as the crowd wonder who it belongs to. They haven’t heard it be used by anyone before. They had no idea that this was part of the change. As the song echoed around the arena, Sheamus walked out from behind the curtain, microphone in hand. He posed atop the stage and began his walk down the ramp, high-fiving the hands of the fans who actually trusted him. He slid the microphone in the ring before climbing up the steel steps and stepping between the ropes. After posing in the center of the ring, Sheamus picks up the microphone and begins speaking.
Sheamus: Tonight, that change makes another step forward. My old theme song, it would always mark the appearance of the barbarian. Much like the gong would signal The Undertaker or the words “You Think You Know Me” would lead to the appearance of Edge. I’ve abandoned my crown and cape, abdicated my throne, and will now continue forward. Leaving behind my former self and replacing those hated memories and feelings in your heart with pleasant ones.
The crowd then begin into a split of cheers and boos. Some don’t want him to change, others don’t believe him. Sheamus then acknowledges the crowd as he continues.
Sheamus: You can cheer me or boo me. I don’t care. I want you all to cheer me, I honestly do. I want you all to accept me as a new man. As much as I want you all to, I can’t force you all to. Even then, you’d cheer me out of fear, not out of respect or actual favor to me. My actions will speak for me. I’ll atone for any consequences of what I do here in the TWG. They will define a new Sheamus O’Shaunessy. Tonight, I’ll move onward towards a new glory. Reaching the pinnacle one more time and feeling a warm embrace every time I come out here. Not the cold desolation of hatred. Triple H, I’d like to congratulate you on your victory last Sunday. Christian, you also put up a great fight. Our match was one of the best I’ve ever had the honor of participating in and I’m sure that sometime soon, we’ll surpass it. Christian, the next time our path’s cross, I look forward to seeing what you bring to the table. Triple H, you won’t have to wait to see what I’m going to do now. Instead, tonight, fate deals me your card once more. This time, I’ll have the winning hand and prove that I can and will take that title from you. I have nothing to do with Goldust’s obsession with hurting Daniels, much like you must have no obsession to make Goldust atone for his sins. They can do that on their time, I can get a chance at you on my time, and you can deal with DiBiase on yours. Tonight the journey towards the gold passes through Montreal and I make one giant leap towards that pedestal. What our partners want, what I want, what you want, it doesn’t matter here tonight. What matters is what the fans of the TWG want to see. They are the breath that keeps TWG alive. This company would mean nothing if there were no TWG Universe. Tonight, they want to see one hell of a match. That’s what I’m going to give them. I’ll come closer to that title by winning and I’ll give the fans the show they deserve by putting out one-hundred percent. I’ll expect you to do the same fella. Whether you sat in a jail cell for the night and barely got out of charges by the skin on your teeth, you have a duty as champion now. You’re duty to provide the fans with what they want to see as a superstar has now been upped. You already know that, you’ve been champion before and you’re bound to be champion again. If you want to abandon that role to get your hands on Ted DiBiase, it isn’t a problem of mine. Just have fun losing your title in the process. Focus your mind on your goal, abandon all distractions, embrace all advantages. I’ve already put that notion in progress. I’m destined to win a championship here in the TWG, that much is given. Until then, I can wait and set my goal: to be welcomed by the fans. Whether I win a title or not in the process will have to be shown. Right now, I’m taking another step forward. I’d like to welcome into the ring a man I’ve wronged in the past. Jerry Lawler, please step in here with me.
The crowd cheer as the camera cuts to Jerry Lawler. The WWE Hall of Famer takes off his headset and cautiously steps towards the ring. Tony Chimel hands him a microphone before he slowly climbs the steps and into the ring. Once in the ring, he speaks to Sheamus.
Jerry Lawler: Sheamus, I don’t know what games you’re playing, but leave me out of it. We both know what you’ve done in the past, namely kicking me in the skull. I don’t feel like being one of your victims again.
Sheamus: King please, I’m not playing any games. I’m not trying to put you on a stretcher and forced to sit at home while someone like Michael Cole takes your place at ringside. I don’t want to punish everyone even more. No, tonight I want to do what I should’ve done a long time ago. I don’t want to show you harm or draw hatred from the crowd. Instead, I just want to apologize. I am sorry I kicked you in the skull all that time ago. I’m sorry for any damage I may have caused to you physically, mentally, and emotionally.
Sheamus then drops the microphone and sticks out his hand. Looking for a handshake to show Lawler accepts his apology, Sheamus continuously says he is sorry to King. Weary of any danger, King speaks.
Jerry Lawler: Sheamus, I don’t know whether to trust you or not. My mind says not to, but I know things in my gut. When you’ve been doing this as long as you have, you pick things up in your gut. I know how it sounds when someone is sincere.
Lawler then drops the microphone and shakes Sheamus’s hand. Sheamus smiles as the commentator accepts his apology. He raises Lawler’s hand in victory as his new theme music hits. TWG cameras then cut to commercial after a few moments of posing.
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May 08, 11 at 12:33am ^re: TWG: Mayhem - Roleplay Thread III
Live from the Bell Center in Montreal, Quebec, Canada.
The stage ignites in a spectacular array of fireworks as TWG Mayhem goes on the in air in style! The camera rotates its attention between the thousands of screaming fans in the audience and the pyres of fire spouting from the turnbuckles before finally settling on the ringside duo of Jim Ross and Jerry ‘The King’ Lawler alongside the Mayhem emblazoned anonymous laptop as they welcome the TV audience to the show.
King: That’s right JR, and I can’t wait to get started! There is going to be so much bad blood flowing after what happened I wouldn’t be shocked if we had to call in a coroner or two in the next two hours!
J.R: And it all starts here, with a tag team match between bitter rivals Goldust and Christopher Daniels, with their partners; Sheamus and the newly crowned European Champion Triple H! This one promises to be one hell of a –
The entire audience falls silent as Todd Grisham stands to address them, doing so while he moves towards the laptop perched upon a platform alongside the commentator table.
The crowd erupts into frenzy as Todd takes a quick second to study the transcript of the message, then turns back to address the eagerly awaiting crowd.
The news of the announcement brings a jovial and ecstatic response from the crowd as the camera pans across the shocked faces of the front row. When finally the noise dies down, Todd is able to continue.
As the TWG universe directs its attention to the monitor embedded into the titantron, four numbered segments appear from numbers one through to four to represent each of the four individual teams. Within each of these these columns were roulettes, so to speak, depicting the faces of random superstars on the TWG roster. The wheel starts to spin, the audience holds it breath, and the first members of each team are revealed.
The crowd erupts into cheers as each name is listed under their respective team, before the team sheet vanishes from sight for the time being and Todd Grisham returns to his seat.
King: I wonder who else will be drafted in, this is so exciting!
J.R: It sure is King, we’re going to have to wait a little longer to find out and in the meantime we have our scheduled match to return to.
Christopher Daniels & Triple H vs. Goldust & Sheamus
As all four individual competitors made their way to the ring and divided into their respective, if not unusual, pairings it’s the Inaugural European Champion, Triple H, starting against the Celtic Warrior, Sheamus. Then as the bell tolls, they collide at the centre of the ring like two lions competing for the pride. Trading left and rights, the Cerebral Assassin’s experience is well matched by the Celtic Warrior’s brutal offensive prowess as they exchange in the centre of the ring! After several rounds of hands it’s the European Champion who takes the advantage, seizing Sheamus’ incoming fist before he skips around him and whips him against the ropes and nails him with a jumping knee smash on the rebound that send Sheamus stumbling back onto the canvas! A great show from the Game, showing why he became the first TWG European Champion as he seized Sheamus by the hair and dragged him back to his feet only to be thrown into the Cerebral Assassin’s corner for him to make the tag before making room for to enter the fray. Leaping into the ring, the two partners utilise their numerical advantage and begin to let loose on the trapped Irishman, battering him into the canvas with a barrage of precisely aimed kicks and stomps. Proud of his work, Triple H vacates the ring and leaves Christopher Daniels to it as he quickly pulls Sheamus to his feet and backs him against the hopes as he tried to minimise the threat of Sheamus’ brute strength. After a few kicks to the midsection Daniels’ confidence picks up and he whips Sheamus across the ring, laying beneath him on the first rebound before jumping over him on the second and setting up for a – BROGUE KICK! Just like that the match turns on its head as Sheamus drapes a ragged arm over the chest of the fallen angel! One, Two – save made by Triple H, just in the nick of time! But here comes Goldust, charging out of his corner with unexpected speed as he sends the retreating Triple H over the top rope with a huge clothesline!
The referee berates Goldust for the attack, who shrugs off any sign of remorse before being banished to the apron, as Sheamus slowly makes it back to his feet. Still sprawled out on the canvas, Christopher Daniels shows a fragile lack of vital signs as Sheamus stumbles over to his body, hoisting him to his feet before kneeing him in the gut and moving him into position for a Celtic Cross! Sheamus covers, one, two, three! It’s a win for the Celtic Warrior and the bizarre one!
King: I hope we get to see the next draft now.
J.R: Well that is all going to have to wait king, because up next we have a fatal four way with The Rock, Jesse Neal, Alex Riley and Christian all in action –
In similar fashion like before, Jim Ross is cut short as the team sheet returns to the titantron monitor and Todd Grisham rises to begin the roulette. Once he’s ready, the roulettes begin to turn. Like before, the entire audience hold their breath as they eagerly await the next round of drafts...
It’s the final draft in particular garners a huger reaction from the crowd as the names of the latest draft picks are compiled along with the earlier ones and Todd Grisham quietly returns to his place.
King: Oh lordy, this is fixin’ into a classic already JR!
J.R: It sure is king, it sure is.
Fatal Four-Way Match
The Rock vs. Jesse Neal vs. Alex Riley vs. Christian
As the bell tolls to begin the match an opportunistic Alex Riley drops to the canvas and rolls out of the ring, not interested in crossing blades with any of his competitors this early in the match. Christian & The Rock both look perplexed as they watch the Varsity Villain as he circles the ring, but Jesse Neal doesn’t seem to care as he rushes at the two with a double clothesline! The Rock ducks, but Christian is almost decapitated as Neal uses his momentum and smashes his arm across the chest of Captain Charisma! But Neal doesn’t follow up, instead wheeling around to find the one that got away as The Rock charges in with a clothesline of his own! Neal goes down and Christian rises to his feet and nails the people’s champion with another clothesline that sends Rock to the canvas. Now Neal is back onto his feet as he wraps his arms tight around the livewire’s chest and follows up with a huge overhead belly to belly suplex! The sea saw momentum of the match continues, however, as now the Rock climbs back onto his feet and sizes up The American Hero from behind! He steps in with a toe kick before snapping Neal’s head into the canvas with a DDT and then theatrically springs back to his feet afterwards. Now the only man on his feet, Rocky paces the length of the ring as he burns a hole into Alex Riley’s forehead. Challenging him to enter the ring and face him like a man, to take the bull by the horns. But Riley responds with a smug, assured grin. Unbeknownst to the great one, Captain Charisma was back on his feet. Just like the Rock before him, he steps in with a kick to the midsection and readies for a DDT. But before he can, Jesse Neal finds his feet and closes in with his arms above his read and ready to club the Peep Hero. But Christian adapts to the situation and lifts his toe into the gut of Jesse Neal, pulling him under his free arm before dropping both him and the Rock with a double implant DDT! The crowd responds with a standing ovation, and even Alex Riley can be seen sarcastically applauding from ringside as Christian wearily rolls onto Jesse Neal for a cover! One, Two – and now Alex Riley strikes! Taking a hold of Christian’s ankle and dragging him through the bottom rope and letting him free fall face first into the arena floor! Holding his mouth and howling bitterly, Christian tries to leap to his feet but Riley grabs him by the scruff of the neck and throws him into the side of the steel steps! Christian collapses against them, and Riley follows up with a kick to the head that smashes Christian’s head off the side of the steps. Proud of the damage, Riley mocks Christian as he falls on his knees, writhing in pain, before turning his attention back to the ring.
Entering the ring, with both Neal & The Rock still out of it Riley waves sarcastically to the crowd as he waits to strike the first man who gets back on his feet. It turns out to be Neal, and as such Neal would be the victim of a TKO! Riley covers, one, two, three! He picks up the win!
King: It’s just good tactics JR, let the rest mess with each other then swoop in and finish it. Nothing wrong with that is there?
J.R: There certainly is, it’s cowardly and it’s underhanded and I for one can’t stand people who –
In what is growing into a trend, J.R is forced into silence as the roulettes return to the titantron and Todd Grisham returns to his feet.
While the crowd holds its collective breath, the roulettes cycle through the faces of the roster before finally landing on drafts for round three.
Todd Grisham: The results of round three are as follows; on team one we have the reigning European champion, Triple H. In team two; Dashing Cody Rhodes. Team three it’s Christian! Then finally in team four, Trent Berreta!
Samoa Joe vs. Kurt Angle
The Samoan Submission Machine, Samoa Joe, against the Wrestling Machine, Kurt Angle in a singles competition. Looking past the difference in accomplishments, this is a competition that has been fated for years as both men stare down at the centre of the ring as they prepare to go to war. But as the rings, nothing happens. The two men remain rooted to the ring, inches from each other and locked in a staring contest. Joe mouths some sort of menacing threat, and Angle replies with ‘may the best man win’ as they finally break off and step back to begin. They lock up in the centre of the ring, a test of strength that quickly ends as Angle twists the Samoan into a hammerlock and applies the pressure. Not bothering with an elaborate, technical, escape the Samoan whips his elbow back and catches the Olympic gold medallist just below the eye and sends him reeling to one knee on the canvas. Following up, Joe spins around and connects with a stinging chop across the chest that lifts Angle back onto his feet where Joe whips him across the rope and nails him with a Samoan Drop on the rebound! Now Joe reaches back and wraps his bicep around Ankle, applying pressure and locking in a headlock and keeping Angle on the canvas. The hold drags on, and the flagging Kurt Angle begins to show signs of defeat as his unrestricted arm hangs raggedly in the air. It isn’t until a rousing ovation from the crowd that the situation begins to change, as Angle slowly works his way to his feet and fires an elbow into the midsection of Joe. Earning some space to move Angle breaks away and makes a dash to the ropes, ducking under a wild haymaker from the Samoan on the return before replying with a releasing German suplex! Joe bounces painfully off the canvas before landing on his knees before slowly slumping onto the canvas as Kurt Angle leaps to his feet while he roars to the crowd, removing his shoulder straps before applying the Ankle lock! Joe taps and it’s all over!
King: He made the Submission Machine tap, that is no easy feat!
Tag Team Match
Ted DiBiase & Dashing Cody Rhodes vs. Jinder Mahal & ???
The shock partner of the night turns out to be none other than the Punjabi destroyer himself, the Great Khali! The simple presence of Khali causes a heated debate between the legacy, with neither man willing to face Khali first. Their decision is cut short by a thunderous double clothesline while Mahal watches in enjoyment from the apron. The following minutes of the match become a game of cat and mouse and the legacy takes turns wearing down the Great Khali and basically evading all direct confrontation, if at all possible. The plan then goes array when Cody Rhodes, the legal man, foolishly straggers into a chokeslam! Khali, sensing all danger has passed, tags in Jinder Mahal for the first time of the match while DiBiase drags the lifeless body of his partner into the corner and sneaks in a tag!
DiBiase raises at the rookie, catching him on the run with a Dream Street! Khali has his back turned and is struggling to get his frame through the ropes as DiBiase gives him a powerful shove and topples the giant out of the ring! A staggering turn around, Dibiase covers and somehow the Legacy pick up the win!
King: I...I...don’t know.
J.R: Impressive, at least.
The TWG Cameras begin to roll, revealing 'The King of Kings' Triple H in his locker room with his tag team partner earlier in the night.. Christopher Daniels. The two men are seemingly discussing their match earlier in the night, and the two then shake hands. Why exactly the cameraman chose to air this is a mystery, and the cameras then turn to one of the corridors backstage.
Ted DiBiase is revealed to be walking alongside his manager Ezekiel Jackson. The two men stop outside a locker room door, exchange words for a few moments and then Jackson departs DiBiase and enters the room. The third generation superstar continues his journey when out of nowhere he is hit in the back by a sledgehammer. The camera begins to jog, as the cameraman frantically tries to steady it and get an accurate picture of DiBiase's attacker. The masked man smashes the sledgehammer against the stomach of DiBiase before chucking it aside.
The anonymous attacker hurries away from the scene of the crime, and the last thing the camera picks up of him is long hair flowing out of the concealing mask. The identity of the attacker remains a secret to the millions of viewers around the world as EMT's flood to the scene. One thing is definite though, oddly, Triple H was not at the scene of the attack and when the camera returns to the arena we are already in the process of the fourth draft pick...
J.R: What a round King! Jinder Mahal and Ted Dibiase just recently getting a win are now in a team as well!
King: Yeah, and up next we have another match with another member of the teams involved; Trent Berreta!
Triple Threat Match
Zack Ryder vs. Shelton Benjamin vs. Trent Barreta
What starts as a slow but steady match quickly builds pace once Zach Ryder makes a feeble attempt to go after Shelton Benjamin. Not only is he hit by a T-Bone suplex and Dudebuster DDT, he’s also flamboyantly ejected from the ring and lands face first on the ramp. With that taken care of, Shelton and Trent stare down in the centre of the ring as they contest who is the more technically superior superstar. After a complicated series of hammerlock combinations, Trent handsprings free and whips Shelton across the ring before nailing him with a Gobstopper on the return! Shelton is down as Zach Ryder climbs onto the apron, only to be knocked off by a springboard dropkick from Berreta! Ryder goes down, and Berreta pounces on Shelton but to only make a two count!
Unfazed by the kick out, Berreta lifts Shelton again for the second Dudebuster DDT of the night. Berreta covers, and this time Shelton doesn’t kick out.
King: Why? Who the hell has he beaten that’s any good?
Meanwhile backstage, Riley walks into the GM's office.
He finds the Hardcore Championship.
Riley is the Hardcore Champion.
Brock Lesnar vs. Jay Lethal
Despite being dwarfed by Brock Lesnar it’s Jay Lethal who makes the first move, courageously charging down next big thing and hitting him in the chest with a dropkick that only causes the former UFC Champion to stumble back before he comes back and hits the rising Lethal with a powerful clothesline! Lethal is back on the canvas, holding his jaw delicately as the powerhouse veers around for another pass. Lifting Lethal by the shoulder, he pulls Lethal back to his feet before lifting him over his head with an impressive military press! Lesnar takes his time, touring the ring with Lethal suspended precariously over his head. Stopping at centre ring Lesnar bench presses Lethal before he drops him a full eight feet into his knee! Lethal shoots up onto his knees, cradling his injured ribs before falling back on the canvas where Lesnar makes the cover. One, two, kick out just after the two count!
Unfazed by Lethal’s resistance, the next big thing picks him up once more before beating across the face with a heavy handed right punch! Lethal doesn’t fall, but he reels back against the ropes where Lesnar follows through with a stiff knee to the midsection and a double club to the back! Lethal falls to his knees and Brock picks him up and whips him against the ring once more and goes for a clothesline! Lethal dives under his arm then handsprings against the ropes on the rebound and connects with a spinning elbow shot to Lesnar’s jaw. Brock stumbles, but refuses to go down so Lethal charges across the ring and leaps to the top rope, diving back for a cross body! But Lesnar catches him! He hoists him onto his shoulders, and shakes the ring with a thunderous F5!!! He covers for the three, and Brock Lesnar gets the win!
King: Damn, that must of hurt...
And as soon as Lethal’s lifeless body has been swept away, the roulettes return to steal the spotlight while Todd Grisham rises to his feet to announce the final four drafts of the night. As the roulettes whirl, cycling over the few remaining possible candidates, speculation rises as the crowd begin chanting their individual favourite superstars names...then the roulettes stopped. And the crowd came to life.
The crowd go wild with the announcement as the team sheet locks in the final drafts, but all celebration is cut short as the awesome one makes his grand entrance. But instead of allowing Tony Chimmel to simply do his job, the Cleveland Screamer banishes him to the ring and takes the responsibility for introducing Alberto Del Rio in the absence of Ricardo Rodriguez, who is still unconscious.
The Awesome one laughs as he carelessy discards his microphone and awaits his opponent's arrival. Ironically, when Del Rio does finally arrive he acts as if nothing unusual had happened, smiling as he pointed out the Miz in the ring and rushed down to being the match...
The Miz vs. Alberto Del Rio
Before the Pride of Mexico is able to get himself into the ring the Miz ambushes him, kicking him as he slides beneath the bottom rope and stomping down on Alberto’s back. The Mexican aristocrat eventually battles through the Miz’s pre-emptive assault and rallies back, trading blows with the Miz in the centre of the ring before ducking under an incoming right hand and wrapping his arms around him for a German suplex! But the Miz lunges forward and grabs a hold of the ropes and prevents Del Rio from completing the move only for the essence of excellence to grab his feet from beneath him and lift him into the air! Miz, still gripping the top rope for dear life, is defenceless as Alberto lands a well aimed kick to the groin, well disguised as a kick to the midsection. Finally releasing the top rope the Miz lands back on the canvas, nursing his groin, and staggers back straight into a bridged German suplex! The referee counts; one, two, kick out just after the two! But just as Del Rio closes in however, Miz springs off the canvas and wraps his arm around his shoulder and connects with a sitout jawbreaker! Del Rio writhes on the canvas and the awesome one uses the time he’s earned to take a breather against the ropes. The crowd get to their feet, urging the match to pick up pace as Del Rio rolls onto his front and finds his way onto his knees. Miz gets ready, stalking Del Rio and lining up behind him! Del Rio stands, Miz moves in! Skull Crushing – No! Del Rio traps the Miz’s leg and rolls forward, applying a twisting leg lock on the canvas! He locks it in, but Miz fortunately lands in arms reach of the ropes and takes a hold of one. Against the referee’s orders, Del Rio refuses to release the hold until the referee threatens him with disqualification. Only then does he release the Miz and climb back onto his feet.
The Miz wastes no time when he gets back on his feet, rushing at the rising Alberto and nailing him with an inverted back breaker and following it up with a snap neckbreaker! Pleased with himself, the Awesome one plays to the crowd before lazily covering the Mexican, then reacted poorly when he only gets a one count. Like Del Rio before him the Miz looks to the referee in protest, oblivious to the fact that Del Rio was already back on his feet. As Miz turns, Del Rio veers back and lashes out, kicking him in the chest and causing him to stagger back. Del Rio smells blood in the water, he steps in to seize his arm and rolls him into the Armbar! This time there are no ropes in reach, and the Miz is forced to tap!
J.R: Alberto Del Rio has just defeated the number one contender for the Undisputed Championship! What a fluke!
King: That’s impressive, I wonder what impact that will have in the future...
J.R: Speaking about the future, ladies and gentlemen we have a true spectacle tonight. One that will surely live long in the memory, and it’s coming up next...
The fans are all chattering amongst themselves as the ring technicians get to cleaning up after the grueling main event match we just witnessed, however on this occasion the final match isn’t the final item on the show. Still to come we have the bizarre (and presumably unofficial) induction of The Sultan of Sleaze, Alex Shelley, into the Professional Wrestling Hall of Fame. The ring workers lay down a red velvet carpet over the traditional blue mat, and place a podium onto the floor in the middle of the ring. Due to the quick work of the hired hands, it isn’t a long wait whatsoever for the fans, and almost as soon as the ring is cleared of people...
It doesn’t matter if you love him, or capital H.I.M
As the opening words of Shelley’s music boom out through the arena sound system, the audience erupt into a typically mixed reaction of both cheers and boos. Even after the antics of Shelley and his co-conspirator, The Miz, many find it difficult to dislike them as a result of their infectious fun-loving personalities. Today however as they step out onto the stage from behind a curtain, the mood amongst them is very different. Both Alex Shelley and The Miz are clad in tuxedos, rather than their normal flashy attires. Alex Riley and Eddie Edwards both follow closely behind in smart (though not quite as expensive looking) suits, all with big smiles across their mouths. The pièce de résistance of course the shining, glistening Undisputed Championship that rests over the Sultan of Sleaze’s shoulder, reaffirming his victory in the Elimination Chamber over five other men. Awesome $leaze begin to make their way down the ramp, staring straight ahead and refusing to acknowledge any of the fans who scream their names. As the group reach the side of the ring, Edwards and Riley move on ahead, climbing up onto the apron and separating the ropes for their respective mentors to enter the ring, to which both oblige. As Shelley steps between the ropes, he removes his trademark RayBans, and approaches the microphone-holding podium. The faction’s music dies down slowly, and Shelley stands looking out at the thousands of fans, many of whom are booing him intensely.
The audience react in a way that was to be expected at the arrogance shown by Alex Shelley, and that is with a chorus of boos. A small selection of fans still cheer him though, and a few comical beings in the front row even bow down to Shelley in faux-worship. With a smirk, the Undisputed Champion continues.
When it comes crashing down and it hurts inside!
The majority of the crowd pop loudly at the interruption of Shelley by The Immortal Hulk Hogan; a man who is already an unquestionable Hall Of Famer. Hogan appears from the back without his full vigour, still feeling some of the effects from the Elimination Chamber. His fifty seven year old body betrays his spirit, and it shows noticeably in his awkward walk. Regardless, Hogan makes a b-line for the ring, as an incredulous Shelley stands, arms outstretched in disbelief, while his Awesome $leaze stablemates shout abuse at the interrupter. Hulk pays no heed to their yells, choosing to focus on his fans in the front few row, as he heads towards the steps.
Hogan's huge frame and forceful gaze make Edwards thing twice about cutting him off as he enters the ring, and Alex Shelley gestures to his allies to hold back, looking calmer and cooler by the minute, and ever-arrogant. The Hulkster crosses the ring without any further eye contact with the group and is handed a microphone through the ropes. He surveys the crowd on every side before turning to face the TWG Champion.
The crowd response is more simultaneous murmuring rather than any tangible reaction but Alex cockily gives a half-nod and a wry smile to acknowledge Hogan's good wishes.
The smug young champion looks round at each of his companions with a disgustingly conceited smirk and a shake of his head. He seems to be taking Hogan's verbal rebuke in remarkably good spirits, while the rest of Awesome $leaze seem ready to spring forward at a moment's notice.
Hogan gets a unremarkable pop from the most loyal of his Hulkamaniacs but largely his comments only serve to draw a roll of the eyes from the TWG Champion.
The mention of the Rated R Superstar draws a big reaction from the fans, who were delighted to see him overturn his retirement to compete in the Elimination Chamber. Hogan scans the cheering crowd, his pursed lips deliberately hiding whatever emotion it is he feels towards Edge.
You think you know me...
The crowd roar once again as the Rated R Superstar appears atop the ramp, running to each side of the stage and milking every second of the ovation with a huge smile. His expression sours when he turns his attentions to the ring, which he quickly reaches and takes up position in the middle of with a microphone. Surrounding him are Shelley and Miz, flanked by their lackeys in something of a defensive formation, with Hogan on the opposite side of the ring following Edge's every move. Edge looks from side to side, before focusing on Shelley to begin with.
He turns his attentions to Hogan, as Shelley exchanges another smug glance with his allies.
This draws a promptly mixed reaction from the crowd, with Hogan encouraging those who cheer and Edge's anger reflected by those who boo. The two men's staredown is interrupted as Shelley chimes in, leaning forward and beckoning as though trying to politely attract their attention.
The pro-Shelley section of the crowd cheer as he leans back again and his allies pat him on the shoulder while smiling deliriously, with A-Ri and Eddie E sharing a high five behind him. Edge and Hogan stare a hole through him for several seconds.
He beckons them to continue and after a few more moments, Edge shakes his head and turns back to Hogan, who takes up the mantle.
The crowd protest at the prospect of Edge walking away once and for all, and as he looks around the crowd chant his name. It gets louder and louder as he absorbs the energy, his smile broadening as he slowly raises the mic towards his lips.
Hogan nods, and Edge continues to look around the tension builds and the crowd quietens in anticipation.
Before he's finished his sentence the mic has been dropped and fists are flying, he and Hogan each giving as good as they get as the noise level rises up again. As the brawl continues, Shelley waves his allies into position, sensing opportunity. Edge and Hogan realise a second too late, and Awesome $leave pounce upon them, with the numbers game quickly making the difference as Shelley leads the beatdown. The boos reign down with only minimal opposition as the four men leave the two rivals motionless in the middle of the ring and stand tall above them with their arms raised.
The audience erupt into a chorus of boos as the well known yet anonymous Creative Director of TWG makes his (or her) presence known once again via the world's most aggravating sound. Once again, the big screen lights up with the image of Todd Grisham, who stands in the TWG Interview Zone with a laptop standing in front of him.
The audience cheer at the mention of Hogan's name, though being so far away Grisham doesn't notice this and continues to speak over the sound.
Shelley smirks arrogantly, before turning to shake the hand of his Awesome $leaze partner, The Miz. The duo look across at Alex Riley, who was drafted to another team, and shrug their shoulders nonchalantly. Grisham continues...
The audience pop once again, though Edge barely stirs from his position on the floor. By this point Hogan has crawled out of the ring and is laying at ringside.
The pause causes the audience to look at each other and question the situation amongst themselves... Up until the silence is broken by an unmistakable sound!
The audience erupt into an unparalleled sense of jubilance as yet another legend of the ring joins the TWG roster. Each and every fan jumps to their feet and holds their heads up high, aimed towards the stage in an attempt to see the the emergence of Stone Cold Steve Austin. They don't have to wait long, though he doesn't make his way out from the front, he appears from within the crowd and appears behind Awesome $leaze! Shelley turns around and spots Austin, quickly diving out of the way and dragging Miz with him. Edwards leaps out the other side of the ring as he notices what's going on, but Alex Riley stands there completely unaware of the situation! The crowd go berzerk as Austin stands behind Riley, beckoning him to turn around... He finally does so when he realises his teammates are no longer beside him, and...
*Stone Cold Stunner!*
The audience erupt as Alex Riley (now officially of Team Hogan) flies across the ring as a result of the impact, and the camera zooms in on the face of Alex Shelley, who looks on from the outside of the ring. The audience begin chanting 'Austin' at the top of his lungs, and the man himself climbs the turnbuckle, giving his one finger salute as the copyright details for the show come onto the screen and the camera fades to black...
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May 09, 11 at 10:47pm ^re: TWG: Mayhem - Roleplay Thread III
The cameras move backstage, where the sight of Edge walking down a corridor is great with a huge ovation. He comes to a halt and faces a door labelled "Team E&Cmen," laughs at what may very well be his own joke and opens the door.
His stride is halted by the sight of a room full of people; it seems each of his newfound teammates has already arrived. Silence descends before John Morrison is the first to greet him.
Morrison: The captain! Edge, it's great to see you giving it one last run.
Morrison extends his hand upon his final remark, but it draws a stern response from Edge, who stares him down for several seconds. The younger star's eyes remain hidden behind his trademark shades, but his hand slowly and awkwardly moves back to his side.
Edge: Apparently you're the new me. Good luck with that.
He quickly moves on, leaving JoMo taken aback. Before he has a chance to respond, Edge's attentions have turned to another figure extending his hand.
Mahal: My friend, it's a pleasure.
Edge looks hesitantly around the room as he shakes Mahal's hand, then he appears to settle himself.
Edge: Uhm...thanks. Would you mind getting us some coffee?
Mahal doesn't answer for several seconds, as if waiting for the punchline, but when Edge remains silent his head drops and he speaks through gritted teeth.
Mahal: Okay then...coffee it is.
He quickly strides out of the room, shaking his head and murmuring something about "death to America" under his breath. Edge's eyes follow him to the door and then he looks back at those remaining, gesturing towards the figure that was just there.
Edge: What the hell was that all about?
Laughter is heard, and he smiles as he acknowledges Christian moving towards him, drawing a big reaction from the crowd.
Christian: Nothing man, it was nothing.
The two old friends come together share the manliest of hugs, but separate as they notice a figure looming beside them. Randy Orton's face is enough to turn the crowd's delight into distaste, his leer moving from Edge to Christian then back again.
Orton: Sorry to interrupt your annual reunion, but unlike both of you I have two opponents to prepare for. So if you don't mind, I'd like to get the formalities out of the way.
He too extends his hand, which Edge stares down at before looking Orton in the eyes. To their side, Christian remains perfectly still.
Edge: Of course. Randy, I'd rather be with you than against you.
They share a slow, methodical handshake as one corner of Orton's mouth very nearly betrays a smile upon Edge's answer. Randy then moves away and drifts out of the room. Edge and Christian remain standing, their attentions turning to Morrison, who slowly moves towards the door.
Morrison: Think I'm gonna go...work out. Catch you guys later.
He makes a strange gesture somewhere between a point and a wave, forcing a grin before shuffling away.
Christian: Our shades were so much cooler than that.
Edge: Heh, I hope you're right.
There is more silence, and the two men seem slightly uncomfortable, looking at something beyond the view of the camera. Though the room appears empty, a huge frame suddenly moves onto the screen, prompting a big "oooh" from within the crowd. The frame is that of Brock Lesnar, who squares up far too close to Edge and stares right through him. The captain holds firm, and Brock slowly nods his head before giving Christian a dismissive glance and moving away. The door is heard shutting, and instantly the two men relax. Edge looks around the dressing room with wide eyes.
Edge: So this is it, huh?
Christian: This is it.
No other words follow that meaningless exchange; they look around the room at everything other than each another before Christian perks up.
Christian: I've got to ask..."Team E&Cmen"?
Edge: Don't ask. It just kind of...stuck.
Christian's laugh lingers a little too long and he scratches his head. Knowing him all too well, Edge rolls his eyes.
Edge: Come on then, what's up?
Christian: It's nothing, just...
He hesitates further, but is eventually forced to meet his counterpart's gaze.
Christian: You're not...gonna be hurting yourself, are you? All I mean is, one minute you're about to retire, the next you're inside the Chamber and back here like nothing's changed. You've got a match with Alex Riley tonight...I know he's a douche, but he's a pretty tough douche, you know?
Edge looks down at the floor as Christian's query nears its end, but soon raises his head with a smile, appreciating and having anticipated his friend's concern.
Edge: You think I'd be here if I didn't know I'd be at my best? Alex Riley isn't even a blip on my radar. Trust me, I'll be fine.
Christian smiles and nods his head, visibly relaxed.
Christian: Okay man...I better go work out or Morrison's gonna make me look bad. I'll see ya later.
He pats Edge on the shoulder and walks away, leaving him alone on screen. But the camera lingers for a few moments as he stares into space. His grin slowly fades and his eyes appear pensive; the screen moves to a commercial leaving behind an expression of genuine concern.
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May 09, 11 at 11:14pm ^re: TWG: Mayhem - Roleplay Thread III
(Face - 1/0/0)
TWG cameras cut backstage and are scanning the backstage area when suddenly The People's Champion, The Rock, walks by. The Great One is in one of his signature black tracksuits (available now on TWGShop.com!!) with a pair of shades on. The cameras begin to follow him as he walks down a long hallway.
Foot steps running down the hall are now heard behind The Rock and an unknown voice is calling his name.
The Rock stops walking and then turns around to see a familiar face. The Rock cracks a big grin on his face upon this sight. The camera turns around and shows Michael Cole holding a TWG mic in his hand.
Rock, can I get an interview with you?
Michael Cole! My man! The Cole-lossal One! What's up, man?
Rock raises his right hand up high for a handshake. Cole seems hesitant to accept it, but after a few seconds of that hesitation, decides against it and extends his hand.
So, Michael Cole, what did you want from The Rock? If you're looking for some strudel, you've come to the wrong place bud. Goldust's locker room is the other way.
Cole has a blank stare on his face.
Haha, The Rock is just playin' with you. You wanted an interview, right?
Yes, Rock. I did. So, Rock --
The Rock grabs the mic from Cole, bends his knees and puts the mic to his mouth.
FINALLY.....THE ROCK HAS COME BACK...TO NORTH CAROLINAAAA!
The Rock tosses the mic back to Cole, who fumbles it around by his chest before finally catching it. Cole clears his throat and then raises the mic hoping to finally get the interview underway.
Rock, you're scheduled for a main event mat-
The Rock puts his hand over the mic and cuts off Cole as Stacy Keibler is seen walking by.
Stacy, what is up? Looking good, girl!
Rock has a big smile on his face and licks his lips before looking back to Cole.
You were saying?
Cole is visibly starting to get frustrated and raises his mic again.
The Rock snatches the mic out of Cole's hand, pissing him off even further.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, WHOA! Dwayne? Dwayne? Michael Cole, do you think you can just come up to The Rock, act all buddy-buddy with him in your goofy little collared shirt, and refer to him as Dwayne? Is that what you think, Michael Cole?
The Rock moves the mic towards Cole as if he is now in the role of interviewer. Cole shifts his eyes left and right, again being hesitant, but slowly starts to move closer to the mic.
Before Cole can even finish saying "No.", The Rock quickly moves the mic away from Cole's mouth and puts it back towards his.
IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT YOU THINK, COLE!
And you know what else doesn't matter? Your stupid little interview! The Rock bets he already knows exactly what you were going to ask him.
The Rock begins to speak in a high-pitched voice, imitating Cole, and moves over to the right side of the camera.
Oh Great One, did you know you were in the main event tonight?
The Rock steps back to the left side of the camera, apparently not pretending to be Michael Cole anymore.
Why yes I did, Colon. But little Colon, did you know that Rocky is going to step into that ring tonight, repping Team 3:16 in front of THE MILLIONS...(and millions!) of The Rock's fans, and whoop all three of those candy asses he'll be going up against!
Rock, can I have my mic back?
Michael Cole, you interrupt The Rock's interview again and he will smack you so hard you're mother won't even be able to look at you again.
Cole gets a little intimidated by this threat and takes a few steps backwards.
Now Coleslaw, did you have another question for The People's Champ?
Cole thinks this question is directed at him and steps towards The Rock.
I'm not talking to you, you gremlin-groping son of a bitch!
Rock puts his left hand on Cole's forehead and pushes him away. As he continues his "interview", Rock turns back to the right side of the camera, again imitating Cole with a high-pitched voice.
Rocky -- the greatest wrestler I have ever seen in my life -- what do you think of being on Stone Cold Steve Austin's team for the TWG Cup?
The Rock moves back to the left side of the camera, seeming to enjoy how he's conducting this interview.
What does The Rock think of being on Stone Cold Steve Austin's team?
He lowers the mic and takes a long pause, milking the crowd's anticipation of his answer. Finally, he raises the mic back up.
The Rock thinks it's awesome! You've got the pie eating, jabroni beater teaming up with the beer drinking, mud-hole stomper. Two of the biggest names in this business. Two of the best. Two of a kind. The People can't ask for anything better than this. And don't think The Rock is forgetting about Alberto Del Rio, Christopher Daniels, Paul Burchill, Trent Baretta and Ted DiBiase either. If a team with this much ass-kicking awesomeness can't win the TWG Cup, it'll be a damn failure.
Rock, can I please just ask you one question?
Rock quickly glares over at Michael Cole and seems to be ready to make his previous threat of smacking Cole true, but surprisingly he tosses Cole the mic.
You're lucky The Rock has had his daily serving of pie today.
What about Samoa Joe? It seems there's still some unfinished business between the two of you....
What about Joe? Oh, don't worry, Joe will get what's coming to him. Trust that The Rock is FAR from done with that son of a bitch.
The Rock walks away, seemingly ending the interview, until....
IF YA SMELLLLLELALALEL....WHAT THE ROCK....IS....COOKIN'
The Rock flashes The People's Eyebrow to the camera as it fades to black.
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May 09, 11 at 11:15pm ^re: TWG: Mayhem - Roleplay Thread III
"Blood, Sweat, and Fringe Haircuts."
Here we are, this is the moment that defines "superstar". After a grueling twenty minute ladder match against The Miz, I know it's my time. "Straighten the ladder" I tell myself. The crowd's bursts of cheers are almost too loud to bare. I begin my climb to the fame, the appreciation, the record books that I deserve to have and be in. Just one more step. I can feel the TWG Undisputed Championship within my grasp. I unbuckle it and it feels onto my shoulder perfectly. Tears begin to fill my eyes and it's hard to hold them back. The crowd is in an uproar. They see it. The one thing many wrestling promoters couldn't see. "Championship material". I raise the title over my head and the referee comes and raises my other hand. That's when Shane McMahon's music plays over the PA System. I stand in the middle of the ring, as a champion and now the Chairman is out here. Shane O'Mac pulls out a microphone and begins to speak.
Wait, what? My eyes open and the fans around me fade away, the lights aren't nearly as bright and even worse, the TWG Undisputed Championship disappears from my hands. I knew it had to be a dream. Not for long however. After speaking with Shane O'Mac, I've been given a written contract with TWG. It's time for me to take what I believe I should have. Time to snap back into reality. I look around the plane quickly and notice an old lady in the front staring at me. Guess her generation isn't used to the sweet, new haircut I've got and the tight shirts. She's more used to Civil War outfits with Amish type hats. I chuckle to myself before standing up to get my bags from the plane. They begin to let everyone off the plane and I'm one of the first off. After a while of walking, I finally enter the airport. I look around for the driver Shane sent over and that's when I see something amazing. She walks out of the terminal and I can't help but stare. I notice her, it's Velvet. Velvet Sky. My jaw feels like it needs to be picked up from the ground. Damn, she looks really good. I wonder if she's here for the same thing that I am. I have to find out.
She hears her name called and searches around for the caller. I point to myself and she catches her eye on me. She seemingly jumps for joy when she notices who it is and runs towards me. God, after our tedious break up a couple years back, I was expecting her to be pissed to see me. She runs straight into my arms and gives me a hug. It feels right to try and kiss her, but I can't bring myself to that.I wanna take this as slow as possible. Hopefully she is here for TWG also. It'd be nice to work with someone I know pretty well. I begin to ask the question I've been wanting to since I saw her...
Part 2 coming soon!
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May 10, 11 at 12:06am ^re: TWG: Mayhem - Roleplay Thread III
Goldust l Sheamus l The Miz l Alex Shelley l CM Punk l "Dashing" Cody Rhodes
TWG cameras cut to the inner sanctum of a hotel room in Greensboro, North Carolina. Less glamour than his former abodes of late, Sheamus walks around the room, his hand gliding along the pure white walls. No paintings, no amazing, abstract pieces of art. Just a normal television on the southern wall and a balcony overlooking the city. Sheamus walked out onto the walkway and leaned over the railing enjoying the warm weather. The outside thermometer read about seventy-five degrees, not a bad day. The sunset orange marigolds on the table let out a pleasant aroma and brought some needed color to the room. As Sheamus took a breath in, his relaxation was interrupted by a sudden burst of music. He sighed as he slowly pulled out his cellphone and read the caller ID.
Sheamus: Damn it Dom, you’re timing almost always sucks doesn’t it?
Sheamus than flipped open the mobile device before giving an always "pleasant" greeting.
Sheamus: Dom, what is it now? I was hoping to be able to relax before having to deal with any interviews or meetings.
A garbled response is overheard through the telephone. Sheamus plugs his other ear to try and make it out, but to no avail. He interrupts Dominick before his reasoning continues.
Sheamus: Listen, I can’t hear you that clearly on my end. Must be the volume on my phone. I’m gonna set it on speaker, go again, k?
Sheamus then presses a button on the center of his phone and sets it on the table. Dominick then began speaking again, this time much clearer.
Dominick: Listen Sheamus, sorry I had to disturb you so soon. I know after last week, the flight probably too great again, but I had to make sure everything goes smoothly.
Sheamus: Fella, the flight was fine this time. No chick with horrible singing or annoying neighbors, just peace and quiet. The downside was how late I got here and the little relaxation I had once I got here. My hotel room was just about gone by the time I walked through those doors, instead I had to jolt to get my key before someone else took it. Can you make this quick?
Dominick: It would be quicker if you didn’t have to share more than needed. Back to the point, we have to make sure you are properly interviewed before the show goes. Michael Cole went right to Shane and demanded that you also apologize for the treatment you’ve given him on the past two attempts. I also need to have a quick talk with the boys down at tech. Something went wrong with the transfer of your new theme. We can remix it again faster, but we need the song and none of us have any idea. Half of them suggested just giving you a generic theme or a more popular song until then, but I didn’t think it would go over well. Don’t want to be coming out to “It’s Friday, Friday, gotta get down on Friday” now would you?
Sheamus: Fine Dom, Michael Cole can get his apology. Hell, I’ll bring him a muffin basket and a new hi-def camera for when he goes stalking Miz. As for the song, what in the blazes name went wrong? I gave you the song, it got re-mixed perfectly, I went out to the ring right before the show to it, and now all of a sudden it’s more screwed up than John Morrison’s brain?
Dominick: Apparently the data got corrupted due to some . . . miscellaneous files on one of the boy’s systems. Don’t shoot the messenger, I don’t understand half of the shit they do in the technical department. All I know is they need the song in order to get it ready by the time you come to do any appearances. Now the song?
Sheamus: The song would be Runaway by Hail the Villain. Tell the “boys” that I’m not too happy with this screw-up and it better not happen again.
Dominick: Can do Sheamus. Now then, the next matter would happen to be alluding back to someone you mentioned earlier, The Miz. More broadly, your teammates for the TWG Cup. Alex Shelley, The Miz, “Dashing” Cody Rhodes, –
Sheamus: Goldust, and CM Punk. I know who I’m working with for this Dom. What about them? Prepping me for getting waxed with Cody? Or starting to drink Pepsi with Punk? All I need to do is make sure we’re all on the same page. I can guarantee you that they all . . . or at least most of them want to win this just as much as I do. Goldust may or may not be the exception, but who the hell knows with that guy.
Dominick: I’d assume you do. You teamed with him last week, didn’t you? Seemed to work well together, you got the win.
Sheamus: Think I enjoyed it? He’s as twisted as they come, and that’s coming from me. We got the win because I did most of the work, the only thing he did was take out Hunter so I could lay Daniels out with my Celtic Cross. I would have rather Hunter not gotten involved and the match ended after I kicked Christopher in the skull, but we can’t always get what we wish now can we?
Dominick: No, we can’t. Though Shane can and will get what he wants. Which I’m just hearing now is some of his superstars here and ready for the show. One of those is you, so I’d recommend you hurry. I’ll see you soon.
Before Sheamus can protest, the crew member hangs up. Beeping indicating a dead line comes from the phone comes soon after until Sheamus decides to close it and stick the phone in his pocket. Sheamus than notices the lack of water in the vase containing the marigolds. He sighs and takes them inside into the bathroom. He fills the vase to about halfway with what he hopes is clean water and sets them back onto the balcony. Sheamus than walks inside and grabs one of his bags before heading out the door. Wind blows shaking the petals of the marigolds as they continue their growth. A fresh flower in bloom in the bright sun of a new day.
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May 10, 11 at 3:27am ^re: TWG: Mayhem - Roleplay Thread III
A Team E&CMen Production
Jinder Mahal storms out of the team meeting in a rage at the comments made by Edge. Ranjin Singh and the towering Great Khali approach and try to calm down their infuriated leader. He brushes them off several times while grumbling to himself under his breath. His two cohorts fall in line behind waiting for him to come down from this mood. After several moments he turns to them like he has something to say but instead pauses before getting right into Ranjin's face.
Jinder Mahal: The man told me to get him some coffee! I go into this room expecting to talk about our plans for dominating this competition and he mistakes me for a production assistant! The sheer arrogance of it is astounding!
Ranjin Singh: Well he hasn't been around TWG recently maybe he just missed your debut. You've just got to make an impact he'll never forget in your match this week.
Jinder Mahal: I'm not worried about the match I am worried about the great American conspiracy in this company. How else would their washed up "American Hero" Hulk Hogan become a team captain while my heroes like the Iron Sheik and Nikolai Volkoff sit at home doing nothing! Now those were men with vision, men who really took a stand for what they believed in. While I have somehow been reduced to an errand boy for a man with a bum neck. ARGH!
Ranjin Singh: What can I do to make you feel better?
Mahal ponders on this statement for a few seconds as his eyebrows lower in rage before he snaps back his response.
Jinder Mahal: Go get Edge his damned coffee!
Ranjin shrugs his shoulders, shakes his head to indicate he will oblige then wanders off in the other direction. The Great Khali silently follows him before Jinder Mahal yanks him back by the wrist. Khali looks down in befuddlement.
The Great Khali: What?
Jinder Mahal: Not you idiot!
The Great Khali: Aww!
Khali lowers his head in like a sad puppy and falls in line behind Mahal as they go off to pursue their counter-American interests. Meanwhile Ranjin Singh has a fresh steaming Styrofoam cup full of the TWG locker room special coffee. He meanders his way through the backstage corridors before finding Edge on a bench taping his wrists.
Ranjin Singh: Hey Edge! Here's the coffee you were looking for?
Edge: Uhh..thanks Ranjin! But I asked some funny looking Tough Enough wannabe guy for some coffee. How are you and your family doing?
Ranjin Singh: We're doing great thanks for asking man. Take care of that neck of yours. You know there are some people in this company who might just try to put you out for good.
Edge: I appreciate the concern, but I can handle myself in the ring. It was nice talking to you, have a nice one Ranjin.
Ranjin Singh: Thanks, you as well Edge.
Ranjin Singh takes off leaving Edge with his coffee. He waits a bit for it to cool before taking a sip.
Edge: Great stuff, but where did that dumb kid I asked for his go?
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