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Oct 12, 12 at 10:56pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
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THIS RP IS BROUGHT TO YOU BY: RLFierro & The Voiceless
The titan tron was lit back up, shortly after the end of the last promo. It showed nothing, but a dimly lit hallway. The shot was seemingly pointless. A monkey might've been holding the camera at this point. But then the camera found what it was looking for. A figure in the dark, striding quickly towards the opening in the hall. Once the figure came into the dim light of the flickering bulb, it was easier to describe the figure. It was actually two figures, the first was larger and appeared to have a hood pulled over his head. He was mumbling to himself, which was briefly picked up by the camera's microphone. " I doooon't want to set the wooooorrrrlllllddddd ooooonnn fiiiiiirrrrreeeee. " And as he quickly strode past the camera, the second figure was revealed to be Layla. Her eyes were plastered hard to the ground, as if trained. The hooded man approached double doors, and upon opening the right side, a stream of light flooded in. He entered into the section of the arena; The parking garage.
The cameraman raced to follow the two figures, eventually getting around in front of them, nearly catching a shot of the face of the hooded man. He stopped moving, and his neck twisted to his right to raise his eyes to the cameraman's. Dean Ambrose stood glaring into the souls of every last person watching TCW, from home or in the arena. He mouthed "Hi, Alex!" in a taunting manner, and then continued dragging his prize through the parking garage, stopping for a limousine to pass in front of him. Once it passed, he picked up his quickened pace again, until the squeal of tires roared from behind him! The limo pulled in front of him and stopped. The back door opened, and Ric Flair stepped out. Dean smiled, as he pushed Layla farther behind him, and lowered his hood.
" Nature Boy! Come from visiting your ol' pal Arn? How's he doing, by the way? Did he send you the message I gave him? Obviously, you didn't listen. Well, if you want something done right, do it yourself they say! "
Ric Flair raised his hands up, defensively, in front of him. "Listen, pal. I don't want to fight you. But I certainly will. You hand the girl over, right now, and you won't get hurt."
Dean laughed again at this. "Hand the girl over!? So she can go back to her failure of a boyfriend and you, an old man who's washed up!? No, Layla likes where she is Naitch. " Ric shook his head, not ready to fight this boy. He knew he could put up a fight, but only enough to hold him back. Layla would have to run in the time he bought her. He tried catching her eye contact, but she remained staring at the floor. Dean noticed Ric staring at her, and laughed yet again. He was laughing at the Nature Boy's feeble attempt to save anyone. "You think you're gonna be able to save her!? Let alone lift your damn arm to throw a punch at me!? Just walk away Flair, while I still allow it. "
"You know, you're right. Honestly, I shouldn't even be here with you. I should've just turned my head and waited to see Alex kick your little ass in the ring! You prick, do you hear me? Alex is going to beat the hell out of you tonight! And the only reason I stopped is because I know what you're doing! You're getting Layla out of here, so when you lose, you don't have to give her up! Uhn uh! Not gonna happen on my watch, kid!"
Ric then lunged at Dean, catching the younger, more agile, man off guard. He hit his chest with a flurry of chops! Dean retaliates by pushing Flair hard, knocking him off balance, and sending him backwards hitting the door of the limousine! He rushes him, and start hitting hard lefts and rights to the body. With each punch, Flair belts out, "Layla! You need to run! Now!" Dean doesn't even check to see if she listened, at first. He hit a few more blows on Ric, this time in the face, before turning around to wave at Layla. At this opportunity, Flair hit Ambrose hard with a chop block, knocking Dean to the concrete floor. He grabbed his heel, and began stomping hard against his knee! Then Flair did the old step over... He was going for the Figure-Four!
As he stepped over Dean's leg, though, facing the limousine, Dean raised his other leg and kicked Flair hard in the rear end, sending him flying onto the hood of the vehicle! Dean was up, in a flash, barely showing any damage to his leg! He was on Flair in seconds, pounding his face hard. Then, he lifted Flair onto his shoulders, and tossed him onto the hood of the car, denting the slick, black metal. Flair's head was hanging over the front of the car downwards, and he was motionless. Dean let out a sickening laugh.
"WOOOOO! You really should've listened to me Naitch! But I guess you can't teach an old dog new tricks! You just have to put it down!"
He walked a bit out of range of the camera, and then bolted back and delivered a huge Knee Trembler, knocking Ric off the dented limo and to the concrete Flair was motionless and Ambrose could only laugh to himself!
Only then, did Layla scream for help, as Dean dragged her in the direction he'd been going. The camera pans over to the unconscious Nature Boy, who today had tried to save Riley's girlfriend but was met with trouble for his cause. The screen fades to black into a commercial.
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Oct 13, 12 at 5:03am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
Antonio Cesaro vs. John Cena
The cameras begin rolling as the scene opens up to Antonio Cesaro sitting in a chair in his own locker room. Antonio Cesaro was wearing his signature red and white jacket and the rest of his wrestling attire which included his trunks his boots and his kneepads. Antonio Cesaro wasn’t one that enjoyed company or confrontations before a big time match. As he sat backstage he wondered how tonight would pan out. Would he come out victorious, or would he fall to John Cena and lose the points that he needed. Antonio Cesaro knew it’d be impossible for him to lose and let alone he wouldn’t let it be to some low calibre superstar that he’s up against tonight. Antonio Cesaro simply just shook his head to get the thought of losing off of his mind. Antonio Cesaro was certainly pacing back and forth, figuring out how he’d strategize against John Cena in a singles match. He had one hand on his chin as his other hand was resting by his side. Soon enough, there was a knock at the door and then it opened. Antonio Cesaro quickly turned around and noticed that it was Todd Grisham, the look on his face showed a sense of anger and irritation that he would just walk right in to his locker room. Todd Grisham noticed his facial expression and sort of backed down a little as he nervously and slowly walked over to him. Antonio Cesaro then sat back down in his chair as Todd Grisham pulled up on of his own. As both of them sat down, Todd Grisham got his microphone ready as he was ready to begin the interview. Todd Grisham then signalled that it was time to begin as he then began to speak.
Antonio Cesaro: You don’t think I have what it takes to earn my shot at the TCW World Championship? I haven’t already earned it or yet proved it? My intentions are very clear Todd. It’s to systematically dismantle each and every superstar on this entire roster. None of them will be left standing once they’ve tried to go through me. At the end of the day Todd, Antonio Cesaro will be standing tall over everyone and holding that TCW world championship high above my head. This series is still young, sure I have lost some matches, sure I have botched some easy wins, but I have turned it around, last week was prove of that. I did what was needed and defeated Doink The Clown and Derrick Bateman, oi defeated the two of them without the help of CM Punk and I will do it again tonight. There is no tag team partner, nobody to hold me back; John Cena compared to me is nothing more than a sick joke. I have defeated him before and I can defeat him again. John Cena once upon a time was a big superstar, he was at the top of the mountain, but not anymore, he has had his moment in the sun. He is nowhere near as good as he once was. Countless injuries have ruined his career and there is no coming back to the numerous injuries’ he has suffered. You can John Cena is hurting here, he has lost more matches than he has won, he has no chance in the TCW Series, but I do have a chance, I do have a big chance of winning the TCW World Championship. And that is something else I want to add to my championship collection. Now I know many of the people think my intentions are cruel on what I plan to do to John Cena and every other single superstar apart of TCW, and many of you may think I don’t have what it takes to fulfil my intentions. You must have all forgotten what I am capable of doing and what I can do.
Antonio Cesaro: Todd, when you have the accomplishments that I have, which happen to be endless you’ll under-stand why it takes little to no time at all to become a great wrestler. At the end of the day, my accomplishments keep piling up one by one each and every second. It never stops and it never will. After I win tonight, John Cena can go home and go around here at TCW and tell people... ‘Wow, I’ve been added to Antonio Cesaro collection of accomplishments.’ Because we all know, that’s the only time John Cena will ever see greatness. John Cena does not understand what greatness is until he takes a look at me. He does not understand that he can’t defeat me. Because there’s no stopping Antonio Cesaro.
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Oct 13, 12 at 7:47am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
"Are the clouds made of candy floss? Are there flying unicorns? Does -"
Dude Love is cut off as the car comes screeching to a halt, his captor's face simmering with unspent rage as he silently gets out of the car, opens the back door and drags him by his rag-tag shirt inside. With few words he explains the situation to someone at the desk and abandons the Dude without a further glance, presumably to go scream into a pillow or bully a subordinate, if indeed he has any. This leaves the Dude waiting casually near the entrance, alone for a moment but showing no interest in escape, instead looking around through his glasses and taking as much in as possible. When another policeman approaches, he greets him quite literally with open arms.
Dude: Pleased to meet you man, I'm The -
Dude is cut short as this cop, presumably having been warned about the vocality of this particular case, makes short work of taking him to a nearby cell, filled with presumably minor offenders and crackpots along the lines of our protagonist. Here the Dude hesitates for the first time, eyeing several of those inside with suspicion, but he finds himself shoved in and the door locked. Finally understanding his predicament, he clings on to the bars and shouts, drawing the odd glance from his new roommates but otherwise remaining ignored.
Dude: Uh...excuse me, officer man? You must have your wires mad crossed or somethin, I've got a prize to collect in a couple of hours...
His voice finds no response and trails away, eventually forcing the Dude to look inwards, judging those around him who still pay him surprisingly little attention. By this cell's standards, the Dude's appearance remains as out of place as usual; a few sport sharp goatees indicating a fundamentally evil nature, one has a large purple mohawk and the company is rife with tattoos and piercings of the not-entirely-socially-acceptable kind, symptoms rather than causes perhaps of prior ostracism. For whatever reason, they appear preconditioned to find a three-hundred pound man wearing sunglasses indoors and tie-dyed spandex wholly unspectacular.
This feeble greeting does little to detach the cellmates from their respective brooding. But suddenly, Dude has a brainwave, the widening of his eyes visible even behind the glasses.
Dude: I get it! Oh man - He looks back towards the cell door - I see what you're doing! The mystery prize, that's it, it must be in here...or at least, someone in here knows the way...
He starts laughing to himself, looking from face to face of those around him, seemingly trying to establish which visage most clearly suggests the possession of some secret or direction which pertains specifically to him. One man begins staring directly at him - too obvious, Dude decides. But with little time for individual interrogations, he attempts once again to hold the floor, this time speaking with confidence inspired by a renewed sense of purpose.
Dude: Excuse me, guys! - This time a few more look his way, sensing urgency. - Look, I don't have time for any games here, alright, so whoever it is just speak up, okay?
Still he prompts nothing but a few more angry stares, the odd cracking of knuckles. Growing frustrated, Dude begins to walk around, judging people more closely as he talks.
Dude: Come on, man, I know what's going on, I know why I'm here, I know you're all in on it, okay? I know what I have to do, I know where I have to do it, I just need somebody, and man, I know it's one of you guys okay? I just need somebody here, one of you to step up and show me the way. I just need some guidance, some direction, I need a -
???: ...A Sensei?
Dude stops precisely where he is, as though the slightest movement will scare away whoever spoke. When the silence continues, and those around him continue to stare, he barely gets a word to leave his mouth...
Now those staring eyes begin to turn away, looking elsewhere, all focussing on something at the far side of the room. Dude finally moves again, following their stares, as the crowd before him slowly begins to part, each man looking straight at the figure who lies at the end of the path, seated on a bench near the wall with his hands clasped in front of him, looking up at the Dude without a hint of surprise. Dude's shock is such that he actually lifts up his shades, staring open-mouthed at another wrestler, sat in a low level incarceration and appearing totally at ease...Matt Hardy.
Hardy: A Sensei, you say?
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Oct 13, 12 at 11:41am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
"Somebody please, this man needs help!"
With the amount of time that has passed being undisclosed but presumably, based on the proximity of recent events to the show, no more than an hour, Dude Love is now lying on the floor, apparently unconscious, with Matt Hardy the loudest of the group gathered around him. Quite what has happened since the Dude first laid eyes upon his fellow wrestler is unclear. Whatever the case, the calls for medical attention are quickly heeded, as two doctors, or at least individuals with a basic grasp of first aid and access to simple medical equipment, hustle through the crowd and ground themselves beside the fallen multicolored mass.
"What happened?" One of them asks, realising the dangers of doing so just before he can renege on the impulse. Naturally, he is greeted by nothing but silence and cold stares. He takes this as a cue to continue doing his best to revive the Dude, checking for his pulse and so on before looking at his colleague in exasperation.
"We need to get him to the E.R." A stretcher is placed next to the Dude and with great effort and minimal assistance from the much stronger men around them, the duo are able to hoist him upon it and begin to wheel him out of the cell. The crowd parts silently to let them pass, following their progress all the way out of sight, at which point some go back to their loitering business and others turn to face Hardy, whose gaze to the outside endures beyond theirs. The small man with the mohawk, who may well be Shannon Moore, finally addresses him.
Presumably Shannon Moore: You think it'll work?
Whether Hardy's pause is genuinely thoughtful or merely employed for dramatic effect, it certainly lasts as long as this sentence.
Hardy: If he's worthy...yes. If not, it doesn't matter.
The man who looks a hell of a lot like Shannon Moore if it isn't actually him smirks, portraying total understanding of Hardy's seemingly vacuous point. Hardy's stare lingers for several seconds until he slowly steps backwards to his previous perch, resuming the same thoughtful position, leaning forward with his hands clasped.
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The shot instantly changes to a local hospital, at which Dude Love has arrived in conveniently impressive time. Now attached to breathing apparatus, he is wheeled into a vacant room and hooked up to some more machines before the doctors back out of the room for a moment, the cameras with them. When the police doctors and the real doctors finish exchanging potentially life-saving information they nod in necessary unison before going back in.
"What the?!" One of them gasps, staring only at an empty bed. They run towards the open window and look out in disbelief, watching the unmistakably colourful mass sprint away, the IV cable still dangling out of his arm along the floor behind him. He is last seen hailing a cab and stepping inside before the doctors and those who brought the Dude with them can do anything about it. If this is enough to make the Dude 'worthy' in Hardy's eyes is unclear, but as he is seen ordering the cab driver to take him somewhere there is no doubting that his extremely brief stint in low level incarceration has given him the sense of direction he was looking for. Whether that direction will lead him back to the arena in time for the battle royal and its fabled prize, only Matt Hardy knows.
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Oct 13, 12 at 1:30pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
Daniel Bryan walked down to his locker room, avoiding eye contact with any wrestler or crew member backstage. Daniel has been embrassed on last week by Seth Rollins and was determined to put it behind him. Daniel walked into his locker room to see a poster with Seth Rollins on it. Was this someones idea of a sick joke Daniel thought as he grabbed the poster and tore it down. Daniel looked in his bag and realised that something was missing. His in-ring gear had been stolen and replaced with Seth Rollins.
Daniel Bryan: IS THIS SOMEONES IDEA OF A SICK JOKE. NO! NO! NO! NO! GIVE ME BACK MY IN-RING GEAR NOW.
The two people who stole the gear came back into the room after hiding behind the door. They laughed at Daniel's reaction and throw back is in-ring gear. Daniel face turned to the colour of a tomato. Daniel walked out of the room taking a big deep breath. Instantly, he was tapped on the back by someone. It was Todd Grisham who had come for an interview.
Todd Grisham: Daniel, Daniel. Can I get an exclusive interview with TCW.com
Daniel smiled as he realised that someone still thought he was decent enough to get an interview on TCW.com.
Daniel Bryan: Has Seth.....Rollins had an interview.
Todd Grisham looked confused as he slowly shook his head.
Todd Grisham: Ok Daniel lets start off with an easy one. How does it feel to be in a battle royal for a special price.
Daniel Bryan: Great because my fingers are crossed that its a TCW Series chance. Then I can get into the title hunt and prove why I'm better than any NXT Rookie.
Todd Grisham:Um.....Ok. So how does it feel to bo showed up by Seth Rollins
Daniel Bryan: Woah Hold on a second, I was not showed up by Seth Rollins, If anything, I showed up Seth Rollins because I WAS NEVER PINNED. YES! YES! YES! YES! And when I win the battle royal and defeat all those men, The special prize will be MINE. AND THAT WILL SHOW SETH ROLLINS WHO THE BOSS IS. YES! YES! YES! YES!
Todd Grisham: Daniel, I think we should move on...
But Daniel keeps chanting YES! at the thought of beating Seth Rollins and Todd just walks off. When Daniel finally stops, Todd is long gone.
Daniel Bryan: Where the hell did Todd Grisham go????
Daniel Bryan walks around a bit to the TCW interview area to see Todd Grisham interviewing Seth Rollins. Daniel Bryan walks up to Seth Rollins and looks him dead straight in the eye.
Daniel Bryan: No! No! No! Yes! Yes! Yes!
Daniel Bryan walks off leaving Todd Grisham and Seth Rollins very confused. Daniel Bryan knows he needs to win the battle royal to prove to Seth Rollins who the alpha dog is.
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Oct 13, 12 at 10:27pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
"Entrance Ramp - Through Curtain"
A big, lit sign above a thick black curtain shined this message with a bright red. It couldn't go missed, and that's how it was designed. No one was to walk through the curtain unless they had scheduled airtime. Just on the other side of the curtain, the spotlight was showing, burning down into the reflective surface. The fans in attendance sat, damp with their own sweat, at the heat in the arena. All the motion of the crowd and residue of pyro-technic smoke in the air, coupled with the heat venting out of every spotlight in the arena, had the arena feeling like a hot box. And all the fans couldn't care less. They were spending their hard earned money to see the show of a lifetime. And all of this, was held on one side of the curtain.
On the other side, sat a man with a military-style haircut, grown out a bit on the top, and spiked upwards to show off his style. Not that that mattered tonight. Not that anything mattered tonight, besides what he planned to do here tonight. The man sat, hands over his face, deep in thought.
Alright, Alex, you know just what to do. Go out on the stage, and walk down to the ring. It's simple. And don't cry like a blubbering baby. People are going to ask why you're not hunting down that son of a bitch. He took the love of your life, and you did nothing. He beat down four legends in this business, one of which is the best friend you've ever had in this industry. And you did nothing, to adhere to a code. That's what you're out here to explain tonight. Why you did nothing. How can you explain that to them, when you have no clue?
The stagehand ushered him through the curtain, and pressed a button on the Master-Soundboard in front of him. "Hero" by Skillet was heard through the curtain, and A-Ry was on his feet. He did no pre-entrance hype up for himself, merely stood up from the chair he was sitting in, and reached behind himself to pick it up and fold it. He carried the steel chair under the curtain, and into the bright spotlights, and into the heat of the arena.
Every avid fan had leapt to their feet, at that simultaneous moment that Riley had stepped up onto his. The A-Ry chants had already started, and they were all too unsurprised to see their hero looking like someone just spat in his lunch. The steel folding chair didn't do much, besides reinforce the image that A-Ry was pissed. He slid into the ring and set the chair in the middle, sitting down and staring into the crowd. After a few seconds, a stagehand got in the ring, and after a brief conversation, handed Riley a microphone.
"Ladies and Gentlemen. Tonight, you've seen a few promos. You've seen a few videopackages. You've seen a bit of raw, backstage footage of one of the legends in this business catch a Knee Trembler to the temple. Ric is in Intensive Care right now, at the hands of Dean Ambrose. *The crowd boo at the sound of this heinous villain's name.* Of course, it's part of the "Revolution". Dean Ambrose, taking out as much of the old school as possible. But to kill their names, their legends, you'll have to do more than that. You'll have to defeat every ounce of spirit that those men created! And a whole lot of that spirit is right here! *He pointed his finger hard into his chest. He stood up, and kicked the chair backwards, sending it flying into the ropes.* I grew up, becoming more and more motivated because of heroes like them! Because of everything your damned revolution plans to cripple! And I won't stand for that! These people ask for a reason as to why I haven't hunted you down? Why I waited for tonight? Because that's how it's DONE in this business! You meet your opponent, face to face! You bring your A-game, and you win! And then, and only then, can you kill off that legacy! Or in my case, I'll be killing of your make-believe revolution."
He handed the mic back between the ropes to the stagehand. Then, he collected the chair he'd brought out, and walked back up the ramp, back to go continue training for his match.
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Oct 14, 12 at 8:36am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
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Laughter, the sound normally associated with joy and happiness, yet when you hear the tone of the laughter that resonates inside the plush locker room here at the Adolf Rupp Arena in Lextington, Kentucky, you can’t help but shudder. The voices are unmistakable, voices of a newly christened group in TCW calling themselves ‘The Union’, and absolutely no remorse whatsoever for their actions earlier on in the evening. The camera pans around the room to see The Brian Kendrick and his legal representative and manager, Paul Heyman, sitting on a sofa cackling, as Ryback stands nearby with a smirk on his face, though through his smile you can still sense the intensity and ferocity that is held within him. Kendrick is still dressed in his ring attire, preparing early for his match tonight, while Ryback is also clad in his outfit for competition, having found himself in the Battle Royal this evening which promises a very special reward for the winner. Between laughs, Paul Heyman, clad in a Union baseball cap (that he must have had printed himself ahead of time as there’s no way the merchandise was already prepared for their coming-together), barks words of contempt aimed towards CM Punk, who the group had a highly publicized incident with in the ring earlier on. From mocking his beliefs to his claims, and his in ring ability, The Union clearly hold absolutely no respect for the self-proclaimed ‘Best in the World’.
Kendrick and Heyman laugh once again, and Ryback again lets out the slightest of smirks, but his eyes remain focussed and narrow, clearly thinking about his in ring return tonight in that mystery battle royal, with the prize still unknown by anybody competing. Eve could have anything planned in her evil little mind, but at least we can remain confident that Ryback of all people can handle what’s thrown at him. Not to mention, he has Heyman and Kendrick close behind, showing their support every step of the way.
Kendrick raises his head for a moment, looking towards Heyman with confusion. Heyman, who was of course addressing Ryback, turns to face Kendrick, and is met with the look, which takes him slightly aback. He opens his mouth to speak, but Kendrick gets his words out first.
Heyman lets out a deep sigh, clearly not sure that this is the best idea Kendrick has ever had, given he has a competitive match with (an albeit slightly less than 100%) CM Punk this evening. It won’t be an easy task even with Punk suffering from injuries sustained in the earlier beat-down, and Kendrick needs to take as much time as he can to prepare for what could be his toughest match so far.
Kendrick suddenly jumps out of his seat and hits the cup of coffee that was sat in front of him against the wall, and the mug smashes as coffee slowly slides down the wall, staining the white marble as it does so. Heyman slides back into his chair, not wanting to piss off Kendrick any more than he apparently has done already, not that it was in any way intentional. Kendrick takes a couple of deep breaths, and Ryback glares at him, not in a stand-offish way but in a way that suggests he too cares more about Kendrick himself getting the win tonight than picking up his own win in the Battle Royal. Kendrick takes another deep breath, before dropping back down into the seat and pulling his hair out of his eyes with his right hand. He looks across at Heyman, slowly shaking his head apologetically.
Heyman chuckles knowingly, before looking at Ryback as if to simulate shock that Kendrick even bothered asking the question. He turns back to Kendrick, who continues to stare at him in frustration, clearly expecting an answer.
Kendrick looks down to the ground thoughtfully, before stroking his chin. He nods understandingly at Heyman, before shrugging his shoulders.
Ryback and Heyman look at each other and smirk, before Heyman shakes Kendrick’s hand, clearly taking on board his vision for the future, acknowledging that the TCW World Title is only a stepping stone on the path to greater things for The Union. The camera fades to black on the image of all three men quietly discussing the evening’s plans, huddled around the coffee table in front of them.
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Oct 14, 12 at 8:47am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
The show fades into the backstage area looking down a corridor where various things are happening. Makeup artists are doing their thing on some of the women wrestlers, some interns are running around carrying coffee and luggage, and Santino is walking around with a giant magnifying glass….wait what the *bleep* is Santino doing with a giant magnifying glass? The camera pans in on the sleuthing superstar who is wearing a Sherlock Holmes type hat and a corncob pipe in his mouth. Santino is walking around looking at everything with his magnifying glass presumably trying to figure out what this mystery prize is going to be, like he said he was going to do earlier with Josh Mathews. Sleuth-tino walks over to a black crate looking at it through his magnifying glass when Mae Young walks up to him. She doesn’t seem to be happy, he’s kind of blocking her from getting passed, so she places her hands on her hip and taps him on the shoulder.
Me Young: Excuse me young man.
Santino, startled, uses his magnifying glass and follows the sound to its origin and when he gets there he shrieks and throws the magnifying glass in the air screaming.
Sleuth-tino: Holy vulture!
Sleuth-tino, without his magnifying glass, realizes that it is Mae Young, whom is looking rather pissed right now with her hands on her hips and a scowl on her face. Sleuth-tino lets out a sigh of relief before commenting on the obviously angered Mae Young.
Sleuth-tino: Oh I'm sorry Mae I didn't mean to startle you, but did you see that hideous vulture that was just here?
Before Mae can respond Sleuth-tino cuts her off.
Sleuth-tino: Oh who am I kidding of course you saw that hideous thing, it was standing right where you are. Thank you for scaring it away. But now it's time to get back to work! I have to find this super secretive super prize for the battle of the royals tonight!
Sleuth-tino moves passed Mae Young and continues on his way to find this super secret prize. Sleuth-tino moves down the corridor and turns the corner and runs right into a door. There is no label on the door and Sleuth-tino's eyes bulge with excitment that this could be it.
Sleuth-tino: AHA! This could be it!
Sleuth-tino grabs a hold of the door knob and slowly opens the door with his right arm and in his left hand he's holding the magnifying glass to his eye. When the door opens standing in it's way is the dark lord, The Undertaker. Sleuth-tino doesn't realize this and is moving up the behemoths stomach, to it's chest, and finally to his face before realizing who is standing there snarling at him. Sleuth-tino slowly removes the magnifying glass from his eye and then wipes his face of the sweat pouring from his brow. Taking a big gulp Sleuth-tino slowly closes the door on the dark one as he rolls his eyes in the back of his head. Once the door is closed all the way Sleuth-tino turns and faces the opposite direction and exhales deeply.
Just then the door behind him burst open and standing in it is The Undertaker again. This scares Sleuth-tino so much that he screams like a six year old girl.
Sleuth-tino runs away down the corridor throwing the corn cob pop from his mouth and the magnifying glass from his hand. The screen fades to black looking at The Undertaker rolling his eyes in the back of his head.
Edit: Oct 14, 12 9:36am
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Oct 14, 12 at 11:54am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
"The Show-Off" Dolph Ziggler
The TCW cameras then return backstage, the cameras start low on the ground and work up a nice set of legs showing the beautiful Maria in a stunning blue dress with her hair done holding a TCW labeled microphone. Maria holds the microphone up to here mouth as the fans are cheering and some of the male fans whistling at the beautiful Maria.
"Ladies and gentlemen please welcome my guest at the time, the "Show-Off" Dolph! Ziggler!"
The fans instantly start to boo as Dolph Ziggler appears in the view of the camera, all dressed up in a suit and tie. Vickie Guerrero is stop with Dolph at this time. Dolph came to the interview alone. Dolph does not have a happy look on his face, Ziggler looks pissed off and is ready to speak his mind the the TCW Universe.
"Dolph, first let me thank you for coming and I just wanted to get a quick..."
Maria is quickly interrupted by Dolph who snatches the microphone out of Maria's hands and tells her to leave and go interview someone else.
"I have been sitting in back ever since I was eliminated from the World Title tourney waiting for a shot at a championship, and I finally am! It's about damn time too! I should not have to compete in matches to get a title shot. I should be hand the title shots!" [Crowd boos] "I am the face of this company! I am the reason these people tune in each and every week, not to see Barrett, Riley, Edge, or anyone else! I am the face of this company! Better yet I am the heel of this company! I am the best heel in wrestling history, I am done it all! I am a former World Heavyweight Champion! I should not be wasting time of Barrett, he should just hand the title over to me. He does not stand a chance again me.!"
The crowd continues to boo Dolph as he stares into the camera looking pissed off even more.
"Barrett, when we are in the ring and the ref holds the title high in the sky, and he sounds for the bell. I am not going to take it easy on you. I am going to beat you down hard! Just like I ahve done to all of my previous opponents. I have earned this match! No one can stop me! Once I hit the Zig Zag and pin your shoulders down one, two and three. The ref will hold my hands up and declare for Television Champion! I will be the longest reigning Television Champion in TCW history! SHOW........OFF!"
Ziggler then drops the microphone and exits the camera view as the camera fades to black to get ready for the next segment.
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Oct 14, 12 at 3:26pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
The camera's cut to the training room where CM Punk is sitting down on a bed and still spitting up a little blood, the attack Ryback did earlier on in the evening seems to have been a little bit worse than first anticipated. Punk is seated on a hospital bed with one of his hands on his ribs looking down towards the floor. The door opens and a trainer walks in to check up on Punk again.
Trainer: CM Punk, I'm not sure how to put this across to you, but tonight, I'm strongly advising you go to a local medical facility and have an x-ray done on your ribs, it maybe nothing but with the current pain you are in, I am concerned about your well being.
Punk, who still holds his ribs lifts his head up, he looks in a little pain but starts to chuckle a little bit.
"Hahaha, you are expecting me to just quit, give up and walk away? Let that smart ass little prick gain an easy win and some free points?"
The trainer was about to respond to Punk, until Punk he interrupted him.
"I don't even want you answering that question, I am CM Punk! I don't let anyone down and I will not step down because I have a slight pain in my rib which is probably a slight bruise. Thanks to that over muscled idiot that calls himself Ryback. I'm not afraid of either of them, in fact, I walk alone and do not need anyone to watch my back, I fight my own battles and will continue to do so until I get what I want, that being the TCW world heavyweight championship. As for this so called Union of Kendrick and Ryback with their fat slob of a mouthpiece known as Paul Heyman, who as I mentioned, was a guy I respected, it's funny how a person can become once he's finished brain washing one guy and moving on to the next and a guy who I thought was honest, it just turns out he's another lying son of a bitch who is not to be trust ever, as far as I'm concerned. So doc, tonight, I'm going to make a promise to you, I will defeat Kendrick and beat his snotty nosed little mouth and send him back to the lower leagues where he belongs."
Trainer: Ok Punk, just becareful out there.
Punk stands up off the bed and does a few stretches, he nods at the trainer and then opens the door, leave the room and continues to walk down the corridor, Punk comes across a vending machine and gets out a Diet Pepsi. Just before Punk could get round to doing so, his cellphone rings, the camera's microphone manages to pick up some of the conversation, the person on the other end has disguised his voice for some reason.
"Punk... Don't worry, we saw what happened, maybe it's time to move things... a little quicker, what do you say?"
"I really didn't want you contacting me via my cellphone, there are too many little weasels lurking around this place."
"I'm sorry, we really need to speak, this revolution needs to get moving."
"Don't worry, I've got it all figured out, just let me do what I need to do, this doofus camera man is following me."
"Ok sure thing."
Punk hangs his cellphone up and then turns his attention to the camera man.
"Have you quite finished following me around you stalker? Please do me a favour and get the hell out of my face, or I'll end up kicking your ass before I deal with that douche-bag Kendrick later on."
Punk's vey furious response causes the camera man to back off and leave him alone, the picture then fades out to a commercial break.
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Oct 14, 12 at 4:20pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
Winds of Change (Spinning Side Slam) l Wasteland (Forwards Fireman's Carry Slam) l The Souvenir (Arm wrench transitioned into a short-arm forearm smash)
TCW Television Champion
Amid the chaos of allies coming together and enemies finally resolving their troubles with one another, many things will be overlooked for personal justification. Lies will be spoken as if they are a basis of truth, foundations perfectly laid down. But I guess all that matters are the results, right?
As he steps down the empty hallway, thoughts run through the mind. "How much more will I have to push before I finally begin to see results? How will I have to go? Is my resolve really as strong as I hope it to be? Am I the one lying? Lying to myself?" The results seem to be all that matter, and what results does he have to show? A title belt of no worth to him over his shoulder, an oversized brass ring?
Wade tries his best to make heads or tails of his situation, of what the road is he going down will do for him and what he has done in the past. Right foot in front of left, left in front of right, so on and so forth, he quizzes himself, trying to confirm that which he knows.
My name is Stu Bennett, I am currently employed by Total Championship Wrestling, under the name of Wade Barrett? True. I lived in Preston until I was six when I moved to Wales? True. I decided to become a wrestler when I was 21? True. I am the TCW Television Champion? True. I have accomplished greatness in my career? False......there is no greatness in what has been done. A former Intercontinental Champion? A title that has been driven into the dirt and made a mockery of. TCW Television Champion? Shares the name with a useless, should be defunct title from the disgrace that is TNA. So why? Why does it feel like I've done something in my life? I haven't...
Lost in the thoughts, he continues walking, his eyes directed at the floor. As if taking all of his extra focus to keep his feet moving, to avoid coming to a standstill, Barrett stumbles back and forth along the hallway, almost colliding with the walls. He stops himself once, his left palm resting on the brick as he raises his face. Sweat drips from his brow as he tries to collect his thoughts. He sees a man dressed in a black shirt and jeans, a member of the TCW crew, before just shaking his head and staring back down as he continues to dive deeper into his thoughts.
"Why shouldn't I feel like I've failed? It's been almost eight weeks in this one company and what impact have I truly made? How much progress in my war have I truly made? Am I still fighting to push into enemy territory? Have broken down the wall yet? Five victories. Two losses. Another mark on the scorecard soon to come on the horizon. Does it matter which column it's in? Does he really need to defeat Dolph Ziggler? Does Dolph Ziggler really need to defeat him? Regardless of victory or loss, we'd both still receive a paycheck at the end of the week, continue living our lives that fare better to us than those who sleep under bridges or in cardboard boxes, having to claw for every scrap......"
Wade continues forward, stopping himself to turn the corner as he avoids collision with the brick wall once more. He wipes the sweat from his brow before coming upon the door to his locker room, where he stares at the nameplate for a few scarce moments. He chuckles before fumbling with the door handle, finally opening the door and stepping through, hoping to have some peace. It won't come, it never does. Peace....it always seems to be an illusion, just a dream. So as Barrett steps into the room and collapses onto a steel chair, he learns that. Quiet, escaping the heat and the bright lights....it's not doing anything. Sweat still drips from his body and Wade still can't seem to get a grip back on reality. Wade soon looks up, spying the brass ring he currently reigns with, the only champion currently in TCW.
"I never seemed to have a problem. Never before, I was content with my life here, with my career, with everything that has existed for me. So why now does it seem like I have a life of disgust, like I have a pure hatred on reality? I never hated my life, only the decisions I made in it....but now? Now I despise my life. And why? Why does it seem like when everything should be getting better, my life feels like it has gone to the dogs? No problems existed until I won you. Maybe I should just lie down and give you to Dolph Ziggler on a silver platter.....maybe that would be better....or maybe not. What does that accomplish? All it does is prove that I can't hack it.....that I can't really take it. That at the end of the day, Wade Barrett, Stu Bennett, whatever someone wants to address me as, can't really do what he hopes to do and stand at the center of a revolution."
Wade gets to his feet and takes a few steps forward, slightly stumbling as he goes, over to the Television Championship that lay there. He picks it up and stares down at the nameplate once more, as his breathing remains slow and deep.
"I suppose I'll just have to see how far I can go. I don't care about you. If you disappear from my grip, are no longer around my waste, then so be it. However, you will be a tool so long as your are in my grasp. You shall be an aid to the goal I hope to achieve, to when I rip the curtains from the eyes of everyone......you shall be a stepping stone to greatness, to the level where these people will finally listen to me. If they boo me and despise me, if they cheer me and love me, if they don't give a damn and fast forward past me on their DVRs.....they'll have to listen eventually. Whether it be because I am World Heavyweight Champion or just that great......but you....you will help me achieve that revolution, that new order for this world....only a tool...."
Wade buckles the belt and slides it up his left arm before letting it rest on his shoulder. As he stares down at the title once more, he seems to drift off before finally coming to terms with what it is....no longer a nuisance, no longer a source of confusion for him.....it is a tool, it will be a weapon he will wield in this crusade. Like the hammer of Thor or Excalibur to King Arthur, he shall use his weapon to win the great battles he must.....he won't let his revolution be stopped.....a goal, a crusade, a desire, a lust......all of them true to the Barrage....and he will not fall in this war.
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Oct 15, 12 at 4:26am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
Seth Rollins was shown backstage, sitting, staring at the floor. Fresh of the heels of his first win in Total Championship Wrestling, in which he defeated Chris Jericho and Daniel Bryan in a triple threat match, Rollins was planning on moving on with his career. Tonight, Rollins would once again open the show, but this time in a multi-man battle royal with a "special prize" on offer. In this match, Rollins would have to tangle not only with Bryan and Jericho for the second time, but against new and more established opponents like Brock Lesnar, Dude Love and The Rock. But Rollins' biggest fear, the man mountain known as Ryback.
Ryback was an unstoppable monster of a human, crushing every opponent in his path single handed. And now that rumor was running rampant that Ryback had formed an alliance with The Brian Kendrick and the devil himself, Paul Heyman, Rollins had even more to worry about. Would Kendrick involve himself to benefit Ryback? Would Heyman try and provide some form of distraction? Would Ryback even need the help? Rollins knew he had to get all of this out of his head if he wanted to succeed. Rollins pulled his bag from behind him, to between his feet. He stuck his arm in and rummaged around briefly, grabbing his iPod out of it. He quickly threw on his headphones and pushed play. The first thing that came on was Every Time I Die, one of Rollins' favorite bands. He began to bob his head up and down to the music, as he turned it up just a little bit louder. Rollins jumped up, and began stretching and limbering up.
After a few moments passed, the song changed. Rollins felt this was the necessary time to finish stretching, and he proceeded out the door of the locker room. Rollins began jogging around the backstage corridors. He made sure not to go too fast and potentially over exert himself, but he wanted to keep a steady enough pace to remain warmed up. After a few songs, Rollins turned this one specific corridor, and before even noticing the person in front of him, he knocked the person to the ground. It just so happened to be Warzone's General Manager, Eve. Rollins froze. He didn't know what to do. Eve looked up at him.
Rollins snapped out of it and knelt down to help her up. Eve stood up and brushed herself off. Rollins quickly turned off his music and ripped the headphones off his head. Eve looked mad, but Rollins just couldn't bring himself to say a word.
Eve: This happens again, you'll be out that door so fast, you won't even have a chance to let it hit your ass on the way out, understood?
Rollins just nodded. Eve quickly hurried off up the corridor as Rollins was just left standing in place. Before Rollins could even think about what to do next, his old buddy Todd Grisham came rushing over with a camera.
Todd Grisham: Boy, that looked intense, you alright?
Rollins was still a little shocked at nearly losing his job. But before Grisham could even ask for an interview, Rollins pushed passed him and walked off, not saying a word. Grisham looked annoyed, but Rollins had to go get his mind clear for the battle royal tonight, or he'd never stand a chance against the numerous opponents placed in front of him. Rollins returned to the locker room, and headed back to where he was seated earlier. He grabbed his bag again and rummaged through. He pulled out his phone this time, and began writing a message. He placed the phone down after some furious typing, and soon enough the phone vibrated on the seat next to him. Rollins picked it up and opened the reply that only said "Next week". Rollins' demeanor suddenly changed as a smile almost showed on his face. Rollins placed his headphones over his ears again and hit play on his iPod as he closed his eyes and relaxed. What was going to happen next week? And who had Rollins' messaged?
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Oct 15, 12 at 12:19pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
The show fades in on a darkened corridor. The only thing visible is a small light a the end of the corridor and a ride pipe running a long the top of the ceiling. Every few moments the sound of dripping water hitting the ground echoes through the seemingly endless and empty corridor. Soon though a dark statuesque figure steps into the small light and stands still in the center of the corridor. Nothing can be seen of this figure, but most everyone knows who it is. The darkest figure in TCW, The Undertaker. Soon the beast udders some words.
The Undertaker: Darkness is coming to consume the entirety of TCW. One by one they will fall at the hands of the Devils favorite son and one by one darkness will begin to overtake this pathetic company.
The Dark One steps forward closer and closer to the camera and further away from the light.
The Undertaker: Little by little I will take the souls of all who step foot into the ring with me. One by one my creatures of the night will rise up! They will rise up and take back what is ours!
The Dark One again steps forward getting closer and closer to the camera, but still without any kind of visual besides darkness.
The Undertaker: My creatures of the night will corrupt the weak and the strong a like. They will cause brothers to fight brothers, sisters to fight sisters, sons to fight fathers and daughters to fight mothers. They will rise to the top of the dead and reign over the world as we know it and will take back what was stolen from us long, long ago.
The Dark One is almost at the end of the corridor now as he takes a few more steps closer to the camera.
The Undertaker: Creatures of the night! You will rise up! You will take whatever you want! You will consume the light and bring eternal darkness to the world! You will begin the rise of the Darkness.....TONIGHT!
The Dark One flies to the camera, hood removed, to display one of the most hideous sights that TCW has ever seen. The Undertaker now has red highlights in his hair, his beard tinted and dripping with blood, fangs hanging from where his teeth used to be. Darkness has arrived, but at what cost? Camera fades to black....
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Oct 15, 12 at 1:14pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
The lights dim before a loud rumble comes over the PA system, the crowd starts to cheer, and there is a tense atmosphere in the stadium and around the ring. The fans know what’s coming and how the card is being finished. It had been talked about all week; it had even made some of the national newspapers.
It was time for the ring to be filled with more wrestlers than ring space.
Lillian Garcia: “Ladies and gentlemen for the final time tonight you will see our superstars compete for the grand surprise, I hope you are ready to see carnage, I hope you are ready to our heroes giving it everything! Let me here you Lexington!”
The crowd responds with a big roar before Lillian begins announcing each superstar one by one, they enter one, two, three at a time each pumping their arms high and shouting, psyching themselves up. More and more spill down the ramp from the backstage area, they encroach on the ring and begin to ascend the stairs and ringside.
Lillian Garcia: “Annnd Finally, the powerhouse Brock Lesnar!”
The crowd rise to their feet, then fall suddenly quiet as Brock enters carrying a figure. As he moves further down the ramp and closer to the crowd a small child can be made out from behind a puffed coat, a lock of golden blonde hair falls out from behind the hood and down against Brock’s bicep, he looks at the figure and pulls the hood down revealing more flowing golden locks. Nestled in his grasp is a girl of young age, her head lolling about on his shoulder, eyes wide open with a bright blue gaze.
Her eyes flicker between the fans all staring at her and Lesnar. She is impressively composed as the fans start to cheer Lesnar’s name around the arena. The sound bouncing and echoing off of every structure.
The attention of the superstars now inside the ring is fixed on Lesnar, they watch him as he rounds the corner post and heads toward the announcers desk, girl still in arm, he lowers himself and places her on a steel chair alongside Lillian Garcia. She resists letting him go at first, the big strong arms and shoulders of Lesnar seem to comfort her and she mummers slightly as he speaks to Lillian.
The wrestlers are now getting anxious as the referees start to surround the ring to steward the superstars into a fair fight; normal wrestling rules still apply and would be implemented strictly.
Lesnar reaches a big bear like hand out to Lillian as the girl sits watching him, he grabs her microphone and she willingly lets her grasp go.
“Now ladies and gentlemen, I know you are anxious to see the battle royale, I know it is what you came for, but I feel I owe you guys an explanation for my actions last week.”
Brock takes a deep breath to compose himself as a tear begins to form in the corner of his right eye. He looks out to the capacity crowd surrounding him, and then draws his eyes level with the competitors in the ring.
“This little girl, this girl you see here tonight, she is my daughter, yes that’s right my daughter, and last week that man you have seen countless times from the UFC, he took her, he didn’t just take her he killed my wife, he went into my home and destroyed my life.”
The tears begin to fall down his face as he reaches out and grabs his daughter’s hand.
“This is my daughter, I had to give up everything I had to get her, the police advised against it but had I waited any longer she might not be here now”
The crowd rises to their feet and applauds and cheers Lesnar for his efforts.
The emotion seem to be overcoming before he reaches out and grabs a gym towel from the table; he wipes his face and composes himself yet again
“However this is now a police investigation and I am restrained from telling you guys more, so thank you for being understanding and supportive, I am therefore going to dedicate tonight’s performance to my darling wife”
Lesnar looks to sky and mutters a few words, before squatting down and talking to his daughter, he looks her deep into her eyes, as if he is looking into her for his wife’s memory, he plants a kiss on her cheeky and rises.
He turns on his heel and begins to stare down each of his opponents, who were all still standing waiting for him in the ring.
“Let’s go” he mutters to himself before running and shouting into the ring sliding under the bottom rope and hearing the loud ring of the announcers bell.
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Oct 15, 12 at 1:48pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
"The Show-Off" Dolph Ziggler
Cameras appear backstage in Dolph Zigglers locker room. As Ziggler comes into the view of the camera the fans start to boo and Dolph's phone goes off and he answers it.
"Sorry, I couldn't be there earlier Dolph during your interview"
"Yea Vickie, where the hell were you?"
"I'm....I'm busy right now..."
"Your busy doing what?"
"Nothing don't worry"
A strange mans voice is heard slightly in the background.
"Who the hell was that! Who are you with?"
"No one Dolph I'm just..."
Dolph interrupts Vickie and hangs up the phone and throws it against the wall breaking it then storms out of his locker room slamming the door behind him. On his way to go to the catering table to get something to eat before his big championship match later on. Dolph goes storming through the backstage pushing things off tables and throwing stuff and yelling at people to get out of his way. Dolph then runs into Josh Mathews and Josh falls to the ground and Dolph keeps walking.
"Watch where you are going next time Mathews!"
Dolph then turns a corner approaching the catering table when he comes around the corner he runs into a Ryback. Ryback then drops the food he is holding and stares at Dolph, as Dolph has a surprised look on his face.
"Hey doofus! What where your walking next time. I am about to become the Television Champion! Next time you see me coming move!"
Dolph says as he starts to walks pass Ryback. He is stopped with a jolt however, as Ryback sharply throws his arm out from his side and grabs Ziggler by the arm, pulling him close and glaring at him.
"What the hell are you doing?! Let me go you big dummy!"
With that, Ryback grabs Ziggler with his other arm, and in one swift movement hurls him across the catering table, sending food and drink flying in all directions. Ziggler slowly recovers, and his head peers out from behind the table, spaghetti sauce tarnishing his otherwise perfect blonde hair. Ryback takes a step closer to Ziggler, who backs away quickly.
"Hey, come on, I don't want any trouble here! I've got a big match tonight!
As if on cue, the entire catering table collapses, and Ziggler uses the distraction to hot tail it away from one angry looking Ryback.
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