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Oct 27, 12 at 8:27pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
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The show comes back from commercial break to see Santin-cules standing by once again with Todd Grisham. Todd seems a bit flustered, almost trying extremely hard to not laugh at the complete goofiness of Santino’s costume. Santin-cules is standing with arms at his side and head cocked up like he’s some sort of super hero. Todd just grits his teeth and tries to conduct this interview like he normally would.
Todd: Ladies and gentlemen I present to you, Santin-cules.
Santin-cules does a quick pose and flexes for the camera, but soon returns back to the goofy pose he was doing at the beginning of this interview.
Todd: Now Santin-cules I have to ask just one question. What’s with the outfit?
Santin-cules changes his posture from that of a retarded superman to that of a thinker. Hand on his chin, stroking it, obviously in deep thought. Then it seems like there’s an epiphany to Santino.
Santin-cules: Toddly it’s simple, you’re a non-believer.
Todd looks confused and pulls the microphone back to himself to respond.
Todd: A non-believer in what? I mean seriously you have been someone different week after week after week. Do you even know who you are anymore?
Santin-cules: I do not know what you speak of the Toddly. I am Santin-cules! Son of Thor… or Zeus…. Doesn’t matter, but what does matter is that I am stronger than twelve men, and better than four.
Santin-cules seems to be confused by his own statement there and takes a step back to ponder what he just said, but before he can even continue Todd interrupts him.
Todd: Seriously Santino who are you, the real you? I mean the first week we saw you here in TCW you were pretending to be Dude Love, which by the way was completely terrible, and then later that same night you were Sherlock Holmes or something. Then last week you were a Superman wannabe and now this week you are some kind of mutation between Chris Masters before getting clean and a Greek tragedy. I refuse to call you Santin-cules and I almost refuse to do this interview any longer. You need help, you need to see a doctor and figure out who you really are.
Santino stands there completely stunned that he was just berated by Todd Grisham. No one has ever talked to him this way and now he is just standing there looking ashamed of what just happened to him. He just stood there and let Todd Grisham tell him off. Santino really has no idea how to respond to this and Todd is obviously getting impatient with the man.
Todd: Well what do you have to say for yourself?
Santino, looking about as helpless and sad as an abused animal in an animal rights video, begins to take off his muscle suit. It doesn’t take him long to shed the suit and when he does Santino just hands it over to Todd by pushing it into his chest and then walking away with his head down and dragging his feet. Todd looks a bit ashamed at what he did, but still sticks up for what he did.
Todd: Someone had to tell him….right?
The camera fades to the next segment while focused on the concerned look on Todd’s face.
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Oct 27, 12 at 10:32pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
The continual blip of the heart monitor.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
The man in the bed, motionless.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
The lady, dressed in white, comes in and takes notes on his health.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
The man rustles.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
His muscular body writes around a bit.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
He sits up, in a panic.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
Tears off various pieces of equipment from his body.
He lets out a yell. And then,
"Nurse! Get me my clothes! And call a taxi!"
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Oct 28, 12 at 2:40pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
After Tyson's prayer in the middle of the ring, we see him weaving among cars in the parking lot, his pure white hood pulled over his head. He doesn't have music blaring into his ears anymore. Those days where he turned to anything but God to escape were over. Even music, which had originally been his retreat, was cut out of his life. He didn't even find the need for the lust of women. His heart was devoted to his God, and his Family. The screen cuts, and Kidd is entering upon a white tent filled with beige folding chairs, and people all speaking together. Kidd knew he'd missed a sermon, but he'd caught the daytime one, so it was irrelevant to hear the same lesson twice. He's there to speak to his Brother, Bray Wyatt.
Wyatt, who was watching his brothers and sisters speak to one another, turned his head to look at Brother Tyson. Tyson seemed worried with Wyatt, but Wyatt just smiled ear to ear. He placed his hand onto the back of Tyson's neck and pulled him slightly closer to his face before speaking.
Bray lets out a grin and pats his protege on the shoulder. The two men stand before each other as Tyson's eyes clear from Wyatt's as he looks down at himself. He sees his body and a smile can be seen breaking out from his face. Is it possible Tyson can feel his Lord coursing through his veins? Finally, Tyson looks back up to Wyatt and begins to speak.
Wyatt lets out a chuckle as the voices from his brothers and sisters in the tent pick up from the preaching. Tyson pats Bray before beginning to walk away. Tyson follows the path, but feels something grab onto his shoulder. He turns his head to the side and peers over his shoulder to see it's Wyatt's hand. He turns his full body around as Bray begins to speak.
Wyatt smirks once more before turning back to the crowd of people waiting for his word. He stands before a podium and starts the sermon with a classic song, "I serve a risen Savior, He's in the world today; I know that He is living whatever men may say; I see His hand of mercy, I hear His voice of cheer, and just the time I need Him, He's always near." The crowd of followers let out a clap and some even hum and sing along with Bray. Tyson watches on, smiling before putting his hands in his hoodie pocket and begins to walk off. The camera's pick up Tyson saying one more thing as he disappears from the tent.
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Oct 28, 12 at 3:09pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
Name: Bray Wyatt
W/L/D Record: 0/0/0
Setting: In his tent, in the woods.
We return from commercial immediately straight back into the tent filled with Brother Bray's brothers and sisters. They crowd around the podium as Wyatt had just finished his sermon and began to walk through the crowd of people. They cheered him on, some even patting him on the back as Wyatt just smiled his way through and thanked a few on the way. He finally made his way through and in the back, a man dressed in all black can be seen. Wyatt's face suddenly went to confusion as he pondered as to why that man would be here. Brother Lee had followed him from the podium and tapped Wyatt on the shoulder. Wyatt looked back to Brodie and began to speak. "You know who that gentlemen back there is man?" as Wyatt points to the man. Brodie shrugged his shoulders as Wyatt turned his attention back to the man. The man wasn't moving. Just facing the book shelf filled with multiple books as if he were reading one of them. Wyatt motioned from Lee to follow him as he made his way over to the man.
Wyatt stands behind the man and taps him on the shoulder, but the man doesn't even pay any attention to it. He just keeps flipping through the book. Bray looks to Lee who taps even harder on the man's shoulder. It gets his attention and the man begins to speak, "Before I turn, I must ask the cameraman to put all the attention onto you Brother Bray." Wyatt looks over to the cameraman and nods his head as the camera moves over, with all it's focus onto Wyatt and Lee. A book can be heard being shut as Wyatt stares on. His face goes from sudden confusion to a smirk on his face. "Ahh brother, you have arrived finally. How was your trip?" Wyatt reaches his hand out and a hand can be picked up grabbing a hold of Wyatt's, as the two shake. Suddenly, the man's voice can be heard. "It was a long journey. After losing all my father's money he gave to me, I was use to the limousines and fancy sports cars to get places. I took your advice however, Brother Bray. I walked all the way here from Mississippi. My connection with Him couldn't be any greater." Wyatt chuckles to himself as even Brother Lee lets out a smile as well.
Wyatt motions for the man and the camera to follow him. The man steps in front of the camera, only showing his back to him as they make their way through the tent. They walk behind a curtain in the tent and Bray lets the men through. But before the cameraman can enter, Wyatt sways his finger back and forth, making a noise as well. "Tsk, tsk, tsk." He grabs a hold of the curtain and pulls it closed in front of him, leaving the camera to wonder what's going on behind it. The camera does however, pick up Bray speaking. "Tonight is your test Brother. Not all who wander are lost. You've just been misguided and I will teach you. He will teach you. The path of salvation, righteousness, and guidance comes with the greatest pleasure in life. You tried fulfilling that with money, cars, mansions, and women and it got you nowhere, man. All you need is faith, my brother. Believe in Him. Believe in Bray Wyatt."
The slight chuckle can be heard and it's assumed it came from Wyatt. The voices in the tent begin to speak once more as another sermon was about to be held, but the camera picks up one final thing that matches the voice of the man dressed in black. "Amen. I won't fail you, Brother Bray. I won't fail Him." This would be the last thing the camera could pick up as the men suddenly become silent. The sermon had picked up and a man can be heard shouting as his voice echoes throughout the tent. "I CAN DO ALL THINGS THROUGH CHRIST HAS STRENGTHENED ME!" Finally, the camera goes black and we cut to commercial again.
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Oct 28, 12 at 3:45pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
Now in Total Championship Wrestling
The masses sit in their hard and rubbish plastic chairs as they await a show full of worthless violence and pitiful fools making a mockery of themselves. But they need not worry! For tonight, their savior shall grace them with his appearance and save them from the twisted shape that their minds have become. So without further ado, ladies and gentleman....
The crowd boo him, but he pays them little attention. For they are confused and do not know what is truly right in this world. So in his clean and proper navy blue robe, he makes his way out to the stage, truly standing above them all. He holds the microphone in his hand in a proper manner, not gripping it around the base with the rugged hands of a gorilla. No, instead he holds it delicately, gripping it between his index and middle finger as his presence continues to be taken for granted. Raising his hand to ask for silence, the matyr begins to speak.
"Allow me to beg for your indulgence for one moment please ladies and gentleman, for I shall show you the true path to enlightenment! My name, and I hope you do not forget the name of your martyr, is Damien Sandow. And though I fail to see what reason you people would have for cheering the brutes and uneducated beings that seem to have made their way into this company before I have, I understand that you need help. And I promise no foolish crusade for "truth" or some proper "faith" that will somehow rescue you if you accept it. No, I offer you intelligence! I offer you salvation! I offer you the chance to elevate yourself to a plane of a proper mind."
They continue to boo him, ignorant of what his message brings for them. He bears no harsh feeling for them, they are uneducated, they do not know any better. But he shall guide them. He shall begin tonight, he shall stop them from plummeting deeper into the depths of idiocy. No, the chances for them failing shall evaporate with his lessons. Instead of bearing a harsh tone and deciding to mock them and make a fool of himself, he lets them release their frustrations. Merely the first step onto enlightenment.
"Please, please, calm yourself people. Let yourself release the angers and the frustrations that are clouding your judgment and now allowing you to see clearly. For soon, I shall show you all the light. And not some light of "faith", the light of intellect, the light of salvation, the light of intelligence. For in the face of true challenges, in the face of actual adversity, intelligence and logic will lead to your victory, not some foolish "faith." So worry not my students, I shall guide you, and I shall accept "Brother Bray" as another person in needs of a martyr, in needs of myself, the intellectual savior of the masses. You're welcome."
The sound that announces his arrival begins again, the wonderful melody ringing throughout the stadium. His robe sweeps along the metal gratings that make up the stage as he takes his leave. It is truly a pain in the heart and soul to see his sophistication and elegance leave us. However, you can know he shall return. He will be back to help us, to guide us, to save us. Thank you.
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Oct 28, 12 at 5:57pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
The show fades in to see Santino sulking around the back corridors of the Amway Center. Santino is slouching with his arms hanging low and his head down, almost like a zombie. Santino isn’t looking where he is going and runs face first into a door. Santino leans up against the door for a few moments before pulling himself off the door and looks up at it. The sign on the door reads “Doctor”. Santino stares at the door for a few moments before snapping out of his funk and seems to have gotten an idea. Santino knocks furiously on the door and waits for an answer. Some moments later the door opens up and Dr. Amann is standing there.
Dr. Amann: Can I help you Santino?
Santino: You are a doctor right?
Dr. Amann: Yes, are you alright? Do you need to be looked at?
Santino: Yes doc, I need looked at.
Dr. Amann: Well come in and sit down on the table and I’ll take a look at you and see if I can help you out or if we need to send you out for more tests ok?
Santino nods and walks into the room and lies down on the doctors table. The doctor sits down on his stool and wheels over to a desk where he starts to get out some supplies, a stethoscope, a tongue depressor, and a blood pressure strap. Before the doctor can turn around to begin his preliminary tests, Santino begins talking.
Santino: See doc it all started when I was six years old. My papa never made time for me as a boy. I always thought it was because he didn’t love me, but my mama would hold me and tell me that my papa loved me very much.
Dr. Amann: Santino I’m not that kind…
Santino interrupts him and continues on with his story.
Santino: So then my Nana ran away from us when I was seven with some guy name Raul and my father blamed me and left my mama and me.
Dr. Amann: Santino I’d love to help you, but…
Santino interrupts him again.
Santino: And then at a young age I became somewhat of an impressionist. I guess it was kind of my way of coping with the loss of my papa and nana. My mother didn’t like it too much, but my sister thought it was fun. I guess that’s why I started doing what I do now.
The camera then fades out and does a time fast forward warping ripple and we come back to the same doctor’s office where Santino is still lying on the Doctors table and Dr. Amann is still on his stool, but is now leaning up against a wall sleeping.
Santino: And then the Toddly started yelling at me and made me feel like my papa used to make me feel.
Santino is now sobbing his eyes out. He reaches over and grabs a few paper towels and blows his nose, which startles the doctor awake almost knocking him off of his stool. Santino crumbles up his paper towel that he just used to blow his nose and places it into his singlet.
Santino: What do you think is wrong with me doc?
The doctor rubs his eyes before responding to Santino.
Dr. Amann: Honestly Santino I don’t think anything is wrong with you. You just let people get to you a little too much. Just be who you were born to be Santino, no matter if that’s a superhero, Hercules, a hippy, an investigator, or a crazy Italian who likes to just be whoever he feels like he wants to be that day.
Santino sits straight up, almost like The Undertaker just a lot less creepy, and seems to be in a much better mood already.
Santino: So what you are saying is that I can be whoever or whatever I want right?
Dr. Amann: Well sort of.
Santino: Oh thank you, thank you!
Santino scoots off of the doctors table and grabs the doctor’s hand and shakes it vigorously.
Santino: I think I know what I must do now doctor. I must prove myself, I must win tonight and go on to the Pay-per-views and win there and prove that I am worth that special prize!
Santino turns away from the doctor in a much better mood than when he walked in and leaves the office. The doctor just sits there in his chair and shakes his head as we fade out to the next segment.
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Oct 28, 12 at 6:41pm ^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
The footsteps echo throughout as Wade walks around the locker room. He sighs, remembering why he thought people were so unreliable, because they are. He had asked for a cameraman ten minutes ago, it shouldn't have been that difficult. Then again, most members of the staff weren't too delighted to come around him unsurprisingly. Wade grabs a steel chair and sets it up before taking a seat, folding his legs. He shakes his head before staring down at the title belt around his waist. He could very well lose his weapon tonight....but a sword this simple could easily be replaced.
Wade is taken back from his thoughts as the door to his locker room is opened. Finally, the cameraman he had asked for steps through the door and cautiously asks Wade if is ready. Barrett just sighs and nods as the cameraman readies up and Wade's face soon appears on the titantron. The fans get a full view of Barrett now, his hands folded across the waste of his blue jeans and a gray Barrett Barrage t-shirt on underneath a short black, sleeveless jacket. He stares into the camera, almost as if attempting to stare at each member of the audience individually before speaking.
"Ladies and gentleman, thank you for welcoming me into your homes for a moment tonight. None of you desire for my "crusade" to succeed. None of you desire for me to succeed. I know it. People hate me. I'm quite fine with that, I'm not asking for any fan or anyone here in the back to like me, in fact I end up making it hard for them to do so. So I expect the moment I walk to that ring I feel the hatred, the spite from each and every one of you and from whoever happens to have a match with me that night. But it makes no difference."
Wade gets to his feet and stands straight up, almost attempting to allow his sheer presence to seep to the fans. Unfortunately, Wade is no Ryback nor is he a John Cena or an Undertaker. The fans see him simply as an annoyance they despise seeing however, no matter how many times he speaks of "truth."
"This will make it the tenth week in Total Championship Wrestling. Each night, I have spoken to you all about my Barrett Barrage, about truth. I don't know how many of you have actually listened, and if none of you have, so be it. I shall continue on this crusade until a new order for this world is realized, until the change that is needed occurs. I've said it time and time again, but the winds of change are blowing, and I shall be at the forefront of that great gust that sweeps through this world. Whether the Television Championship is around my waist, whether the Heavyweight Championship is around my waist, or I am not a reigning champion, it will not be of any importance. John Cena is able to be at the forefront of the WWE without the WWE Championship? Than Wade Barrett will find a way to do the same here. So whether I have a finely crafted sword such as this, Excalibur, or I have to settle with just using my fists, I will lead my barrage and be victorious in this war."
Wade then removes his jacket and lets it fall to the ground and cracks his knuckles. The camera centers on the title belt for a few moments before going wide once more to get the full view of Barrett. Wade spreads his arms in an open manner, as if welcoming those in front of him before speaking once more.
"So tonight, if my reign as Television Champion ends after defending it three times or if it continues, I will not care. I welcome all three of you who oppose my war tonight. Dean, Dolph, Tyson, come and try to take this belt from me. If you succeed, than so be it. Congratulations and best of luck in every title defense after that. Whether it be Dean or Dolph, two men I have fought already, or Tyson Kidd, the boy from Calgary somehow convinced that Bray Wyatt can save him, I will pay no mind. Come and fight the Barrett Barrage and we'll see what happens when I'm faced with three opponents rather than just one."
Wade then removes the title belt from around his waist and holds it close to the camera, making sure to center on the nameplate for a couple of seconds. He then removes the belt from the camera before throwing it back on the chair Barrett was sitting in prior. Barrett just nods his head and wishes everyone a good evening before walking out of view as the camera then fades to black.
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Oct 28, 12 at 7:00pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
The screen fades in on a dark blue altar surrounded by what may be over a hundred candles. A man in a white robe walks in on the right carrying a small celtic cross that is about the size of a chalice and a large book. He places the goblet and book on the altar and pulls back his hood, revealing his face. The placement of the candles throw off peculiar shadows that show only the left half of Mordecai's face. He kneels down to kiss the altar, stands back up, opens the book, and begins to speak directly into the camera.
Mordecai closes the book, which looks to be the gospel from the way he read out of it, and pushes it to the side. He looks up, staring with a cold, unblinking gaze as the candlelight flickers. He tilts his head back down and looks back at the camera.
Mordecai stretches his arms out, as if rising them up to the Lord, before placing his hood back over his head. Almost immediately after he does this, every candle around him goes out and the video ends.
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Oct 29, 12 at 7:03am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
Antonio Cesaro theme music hit and he made his way out onto the main stage. He stood there as then his eyes dart ahead, straight at the ring. Antonio Cesaro then bows his head, his arms hanging clenched at his sides. The cameras would zoom, out, to envelop the entire stage in their sights. Out of nowhere, almost in sync with the chorus of disapproval from the crowd, Antonio Cesaro straightens his head and sends his clenched fists up above his head, and screams out in German that he is the best wrestler in the world. Smirking cockily, he am-bles down the ramp, a swagger in his very essence. He takes his sweet time making his way to the ring, even pausing every few seconds to look at certain fans that were leaning over the barricades to throw insults at him. Antonio Cesaro smirks every few moments, before he would shake it off, and step into the ringside area. He would shoot a death glare to the ringside announce team, before stepping up the unforgiving steel stairs on the left side, onto the apron. From there, he would scale the turnbuckle, standing outside of the ring, still. Here, he'd smirk, and then he'd look out upon the crowd, all the way to the cheap seats. He'd stand there for a moment. Antonio Cesaro smirks menacingly as the fans throw their hatred at him. He would be fuelled by it, and would launch both clenched fists into the air, over his head. As he does so, the crowd erupts, and he just smirks at them as he takes his jacket off and throws it down at the ringside. Climbing over the top rope, he drops to the canvas with a soft thud, and walks to the middle of the ring, an looks around himself for several seconds to waste time.
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Oct 29, 12 at 1:39pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
The Brian Kendrick
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The audience are at a complete standstill, awaiting the next exciting moment here on TCW WarZone. So far the capacity crowd in attendance have been treated to some incredible superstars making their appearances, and it’s only a matter of time before yet another major player in the company shows himself. As time goes on, occasionally a sole fan raises their sign into the air, showing their support (or indeed distaste) for any given superstar you can think of. A few more seconds pass, and a quiet, indistinct chattering can be heard formulating in certain areas of the arena, a few of the fans clearly growing impatient at having to wait for so long in order to watch the show continue. Almost as soon as their impatience appears to bubble to the surface however, their questions are answered as the arena lights begin to flicker, and a familiar guitar riff begins playing through the expensive arena sound-system. The crowd immediately begin to boo wildly at the appearance of one of the least popular TCW superstars, although he is yet to appear from behind the curtain just yet...
Oh Baby, Here Comes The Sound!
Suddenly erupts from within the speakers, and the lights flicker in time to the beat of the song as dry ice covers the stage floor and the titan-tron video begins playing, showing everybody who wasn’t yet sure exactly who is making his appearance. After a few moments, The Brian Kendrick himself shows his face, walking arrogantly out from behind the curtain with a gigantic smirk adorning his face. He takes a few steps forward and his long white and silver trench-coat reflects the flashing lights, causing beams of light to fire off in several different directions. Kendrick looks down at the ground, still smiling, before slowly lifting his head up and facing the audience before him as well as lifting one arm up into the air. It’s unusual to see him without some kind of backup, although the youngster looks completely confident about being out in the main auditorium on his own, with no Ryback or Paul Heyman to be seen. He pulls his blonde locks out of his eyes, pushing them over his head so that they hang down towards his shoulders, and slowly begins to saunter towards the ring, staring ahead of him, refusing to acknowledge any of the fans at ringside that call his name. As he approaches the ring, he mouths a few words quietly to himself that are indistinct, and finally looks to his side, a particular fan in the audience catching his attention. Reading his Anti-Union sign, Kendrick lets out a cocky chuckle, before shaking his head at the young fan and continuing on his journey into the ring. He slides into the ring underneath the bottom rope, and looks across at the ring-announcer, who throws the microphone carefully to him without so much as a second request. The music slowly dies down, and Kendrick lifts the microphone up to his mouth, though the boos are so intense that he has to pause for a few more seconds ahead of finally opening his mouth and speaking to the fans in attendance, and the millions watching around the world on television.
Naturally, the fans don’t take too kindly to Kendrick’s opening sentiment, and boo even louder this time. The man inside the ring rolls his eyes, and walks across to the corner of the ring, before leaning up against the turnbuckle and placing the microphone under his arm, obviously prepared to wait for the people to give him a little bit of quiet. He rolls his tongue around inside his mouth, causing his cheeks to protrude from within, before letting out an impatient sigh as he looks across at the commentary team and shrugs his shoulders. After what feels like an age of waiting for quiet, the audience finally begin to subside and Kendrick is able to once again lift the microphone up to his mouth and speak.
Kendrick’s face contorts into a scowl as the audience boo him, and begin chanting for the long-time Professional Wrestling Chairman. He circles on the spot, looking around at the fans with disdain at how carefree they are in regards to the words he is speaking. Through gritted teeth, Kendrick speaks to the officials at ringside, shocked that people are choosing to ignore his very real threats. He shakes his head, before continuing.
Kendrick lowers the microphone to continued heat from the audience, chanting that he sucks and hounding screams of ‘asshole’ echoing around the arena. Kendrick screws his mouth up, biting his lip in frustration at the lack of respect he is being shown. He lets out another sigh, before raising the microphone to his lips once again, but before he can speak...
No Chance, Yeah That’s What You’ve Got...
Kendrick sharply turns his head to face the stage, as the audience erupt into a cheer, which eventually reaches a dramatic crescendo as Vince McMahon steps out onto the stage, microphone in hand. He stands upon the stage for a few seconds, glaring at the man standing inside the ring, before raising his hand, insisting the music stops playing so he can address both Kendrick, and the audience.
Vince glares intently at Kendrick, who stares back, their eyes meeting in fury over such a large distance. Kendrick breathe in and out a few times slowly, trying to contain his anger, as McMahon slowly begins to smile, certain that the entire TCW Universe will be on his side throughout this. Slowly, the audience begin screaming at Vince, warning of an imminently approaching danger. He looks around in confusion, but the questions inside his head are soon answered when from behind, he is grabbed and span around to face his attacker. McMahon’s eyes widen in fear as he sees it is the most monstrous force in the whole of TCW... Ryback. The behemoth glares into the eyes of McMahon, breathing heavily as he glares at the Chairman, throwing small globules of spit into the ageing personalities face. He begins walking forward, ferociously forcing McMahon towards the ring when out of nowhere, Ryback is hit from behind! He turns his head to see what is going on and it’s... The Hurricane! Ryback raises an eyebrow before kicking out at Hurricane, but the superhero backs away from the attempt and starts talking trash at the monster. Ryback turns towards Kendrick, who looks on in bemusement, before throwing McMahon to the ground with a thud, sending him rolling down the ramp to ringside. Ryback turns away from the scene in front of him, and slowly starts after Hurricane, who upon realizing Ryback is in pursuit of him quickly turns away and runs up the ramp at top speed. Ryback glares after Hurricane, but refuses to speed up, knowing his target is going to find himself in a corner eventually. By this time, McMahon is in the ring, clutching a microphone once again. He pulls himself up to his feet, and walks towards Kendrick.
Before he can finish his statement, Kendrick dashes forwards and knocks McMahon out with a superkick! He looks down at the fallen chairman, with his mouth wide open in shock at what he’s done, before looking around at the fans who are almost unable to control their hate for him, nearly frothing at the mouth to get ahold of him. After a few moments, he closes his mouth, and it slowly begins transforming into a smirk. He drops to his knees and glares down at the body of McMahon, and begins to laugh, reminiscent of the late, great Brian Pillman. Kendrick looks out at the crowd one more time, before dropping onto his front and sliding himself out of the ring. The screen slowly fades to black on the unconscious face of TCW Chairman, Vince McMahon...
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Oct 29, 12 at 5:48pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
Live Monday 29th October 2012 from the Amway Center, Orlando, FL
The show opens up and fades into the ring. The ring already has occupants inside of it, four men. One man is known and that is The Undertaker, but there are three hooded men knelt down on one knee in the ring. The camera pans around the arena at everyone murmuring about what is going on in the ring before centering in on the dark one, The Undertaker.
Cole: Welcome Ladies and Gentlemen to the Warzone! As you can see we have some guests in the ring already.
Tazz: I wouldn't call them guests Cole.
Booker T: I'd call them thugs, no good rotten thugs playa!
Cole: Regardless they have occupied our ring and I doubt anyone is going to tell them to leave, not after what transpired at the end of last weeks show.
The Undertaker is dressed in a black robe with a hood covering his head and the three hooded men are wearing similar robes to that of The Lord of Darkness. The Undertaker pulls the microphone to his mouth and begins to address the audience.
The Undertaker: Last week you all watched the beginning of the end for Total Championship Wrestling. As my minions and I entered this ring and destroyed everyone and everything in our path we set forth a warning to everyone. All those who do not accept the lord of darkness as their savior will be destroyed. Last week we sent a message and that message is simply that we, The Ministry of Darkness, are taking over this company and there isn’t a damn thing anybody can do about it.
Cole: Tazz and Booker tried to stop you last week you monster.
The Undertaker walks over to the three men knelt before him and places his hand on one of the men’s heads.
The Undertaker: Each of these creatures of the night was selected for specific reasons. They were tired of being kicked around by this company. They were tired of watching the same people day in and day out get the opportunities that belonged to them, that they fought hard for! They were tired of being screwed over by egotistical, washed up, has-beens who wouldn’t know real talent if it was being shoved down their throat. My creatures of the night are ready for their just rewards and tonight begin our journey to claiming it.
The Undertaker reaches down and grabs a hold of the hood in his hand.
The Undertaker: Tonight I reveal who my creatures of the night are and give everyone fair warning of whom they should be afraid of. Brother, stand before your lord and savior and reveal thyself.
The hooded figure stands up tall his head still bowed facing the floor soon enough both his hands take grip of the hood and pull it backwards the crowd gasp before he raises his head when he does so the reaction is mixed but soon the crowd settle on flat out booing the group. The man is Paul Burchill, The Undertaker hands him a microphone which is soon in front of his mouth.
Booker T: And coward number one shows his face.
Burchill: I can see the confusion on people’s faces, I can see the concern but I can taste the fear. You people know who I am and you all knew my so called road to recovery would fall apart sooner rather than later. When I returned I was trying but two weeks ago a message was delivered to me and it opened my eyes. Until I embraced what I was I would be forever held back. Until I accept that I am evil I would go nowhere and just end up driving myself insane. When Undertaker came to me I was taken to another realm and for the first time I felt like I was at home. I am Paul Burchill, The Ripper. It's time, time for The Ministry to take over time to show what we really are but before that.
Burchill lowers the microphone and places his hand on the shoulder of one of the other robed men.
Burchill: It is time, brother.
Burchill lifts the hooded man to his feet. This figure grabs the sides of his hood with both hands, and slowly pulls back. The man reveals himself as Mordecai. For a few seconds the crowd stays quiet, stunned at this unveiling. Mordecai, the man who proclaims himself as an instrument of God, has joined forces with the Lord of Darkness, the Deadman, the one wrestler who can be considered as the exact opposite of a priest or a saint. Burchill hands off the microphone to Mordecai and he begins to speak before the boos can begin.
Mordecai: You must all be astounded and baffled to see me here in this ring tonight surrounded by these men. These men, with their dark and troubled pasts, and thyself, together as one unified group. A few weeks ago I received a message from the Almighty One. He told me to join with the one known as The Undertaker, for he too was an instrument of God's work. I approached him, and he humbly accepted me into his ranks. He accepted me. In all my life, as God's tool, I have never been accepted. Ever!
Mordecai pounds his fist down on the top of a corner turnbuckle. He breathes deeply in order to relax and prevent further frustration. As he does this, a chant of “MORDECAI SUCKS!” starts among the audience. Mordecai does not even acknowledge them and continues.
Mordecai: Our mission is simple. We are to cleanse TCW and lead it for all eternity. The Ministry shall lead this entire company into a new and perfect era.
The Saint walks over to the last member of The Ministry. He lifts his outstretched arm as he looks down at the robed man.
Mordecai: Rise, brother.
The final hooded man climbs to his feet with the assistance of Mordecai. He stands there, as the crowd boo and slowly clutches at his hood. He hesitates briefly, causing the crowd to become more restless, before slowly dragging the hood from his head. The hood slides off to reveal Seth Rollins. The crowd erupt in to a furor of boos and hateful yelling at Rollins and the rest of The Ministry. Rollins looks around, smirking. Mordecai extends the microphone to Rollins who accepts it, and puts it to his lips.
Seth Rollins: Unbeknownst to you people, Seth Rollins was a defeated man; a man without hope, a man without direction. He knew what he wanted, but he couldn't attain it on his own. And when The Undertaker presented him with the opportunity to get everything that was rightfully his from people who were nowhere near as deserving as him, what choice was he left with? Seth Rollins accepted The Undertaker's offer, but no longer would he be the former shell of a man that he had become. Rollins had to evolve, and he has. Ladies and Gentlemen, from this moment on Seth Rollins is no more. From this day onward, you will all refer to me once again as... Tyler Black.
The crowd's booing intensified. As if they didn't like Seth Rollins enough, but now he was re-adopting the Tyler Black moniker and aligning himself with this group of misfits.
Tyler Black: We have one simple goal, and that is to take over. That is what this Ministry will do, and there's not a single person that can stop us. We are the future, and the future is now.
Black handed the microphone back to his esteemed leader, The Undertaker, and dropped to one knee in front of his new master.
The Undertaker takes center stage again with his minions all in a line behind him. The crowd seems a bit restless and begins to boo the group standing in the ring. The Undertaker pays no attention to the audience and pulls a microphone to his lips.
The Undertaker: Now some of you might be wondering what happened to the fourth member from last week’s attacks. This man has been through a rather extravagant transformation lately and has finally come to see the darkness for what it really is. This man has long been a dealer with the devil, but was never truly involved with the dark arts. This man used to hide behind giants, spewing commands into their ears, making them do his dirty deeds. Last week this man proved that he is more than willing to get his own hands dirty and do what the Lord of Darkness wants him to do. This man has finally come to terms with his darkness and has accepted The Lord of Darkness as his lord and savior. This man.... is Paul Bearer.
The lights dim down and The Undertakers music plays as Paul Bearer makes his appearance on stage, but there is something different about this Paul Bearer. This Paul Bearer, being the same man we've known for years, is a much slender and more fit Paul Bearer. He is no longer the rotund demon that we've come to know. Paul Bearer, dressed in a fitted black suit with a red tie, makes his way to the ring to be greeted by The Dark One. The Undertaker holds out his right hand, which is housing a ring on his ring finger, and Paul Bearer kisses it before being handed a microphone from The Undertaker.
Cole: I can't believe the way he looks, it's a miracle.
Booker T: Oh man I hope this sucka tries to do something again! I want to get my hands on that piece of garbage!
Paul Bearer: Ohhh yessss! There has been reconciliation. The Dark One has let me come back to his side once more. Together with these creatures of the night we will be unstoppable! We will bring the darkness to Total Championship Wrestling and it will consume everything in it. Wherever there is a spec of light, wherever there is a spec of hope, wherever there is a warrior willing to stand for what is right, there will be darkness awaiting it. There will be light no more! .... only darkness.
Paul Bearer begins laughing maniacally as he hands the microphone back over to The Undertaker. The Dark One brings the microphone to his lips once more.
The Undertaker: The Ministry of Darkness fears no man walking this earth, no mortal, no immortal, no warrior, and no chairman. The Ministry of Darkness will go to the ends of time to bring darkness over the world. We will stop at nothing, which is why tonight two of my creatures of the night will do battle with each other to prove that they are willing to do whatever it takes to bring the darkness. Brother Burchill, Brother Mordecai come forth.
The Undertaker turns to face the two men that have stepped to the center of the ring with him. The Undertaker places both hands on the shoulders of each man and begins to pray in a foreign dialect to them. When they raise their heads and the prayer is done The Undertaker steps away and exits the ring. Brother Paul Bearer and Brother Tyler Black exit the ring as well, leaving only the two combatants in the center of the ring. The three members of the Ministry stand just outside of the ring in front of the commentators table as the two are about to begin their battle.
Tazz: Oh I hope they tear each other apart!
Cole: After last week I can only hope they get what they deserve, and what a sadist The Undertaker is. Watching his two cronies beat each other to a pulp, what a sick and twisted man!
Paul Burchill vs. Mordecai
Paul and Mordecai circle each other at first and then lock up in a traditional hold. The two struggle for position at first, but Mordecai transitions it into a side headlock. Paul backs Mordecai into the ropes and sends him off and on the return gives him a knee to the stomach. Burchill quickly goes for the cover, but only gets a one count. Burchill picks Mordecai up and whips him into the corner and runs after him, dropping his shoulder, and ramming it into the abdomen of Mordecai. The Saint falls hard to the mat clutching at his stomach when Burchill drags him back to the center of the ring and goes for another cover, but only gets a two count. Mordecai is brought back to his feet and Mordecai starts throwing left hands to the skull of Paul making Paul fall down to a knee. Mordecai takes a few steps back and rushes forward with a boot to the face of Paul. Mordecai goes for a cover, but only gets a two count. Mordecai and Paul trade shots back and forth before Mordecai gains the upper hand again and forces Paul into the corner. Mordecai drives several knees into the stomach of Paul and attempts to whip him into the opposite corner, but Paul tries to reverse it, but Mordecai puts on the breaks and pulls Paul back to him and kicks him in the stomach and sets him up for the Crucifix Powerbomb and nails it! Mordecai covers and this has to be it, but Paul kicks out at two! Mordecai is stunned by this and picks Paul up and starts to beat on him with furious right hands. The Undertaker, Tyler Black and Paul Bearer all standing outside of the ring watching intensely as Mordecai forces Paul into the corner with right hands to the head. Mordecai lifts Paul up and places him on the turn buckle and heads up after him. Mordecai is looking for a superplex, but Paul starts hammering away at the midsection of Mordecai and then tosses him off the top. Mordecai lands on his feet and rushes back at Paul who puts a foot up and connects right in the face sending Mordecai reeling backwards. Paul gets down off the turnbuckle and stalks Mordecai and when he turns around Paul kicks Mordecai in the gut and DDTs him. Paul gets back to his feet and grabs the arms of Mordecai and Curb Stomps him into the mat! Paul rolls him over and covers, one…..two…. KICK OUT! Paul can’t believe what is going on and just rolls over on his back and covers his face is disbelief.
The Undertaker: ENOUGH!
The Undertaker gets in the ring and grabs Paul back to his feet and Tyler Black and Paul Bearer help Mordecai back to his feet. The Undertaker talks to both of them and signals for them both to go to the back. Both men are rubbing their necks from the battle they just went through and leave the ring. The Undertaker, Paul Bearer, and Tyler Black follow them and just leave. The referee doesn’t know what to do so he begins counting them out. The referee gets to a ten count and both lose via count out.
Tazz: I guess Taker had seen enough of his boys going at it!
Booker: Man, I was hoping for them to tear each other apart.
Cole: The next bout should be interesting as Bobby Roode takes on the now Tyler Black and the man in search of himself, Santino Marella!
Bobby Roode vs. Santino Marella vs. Tyler Black
Triple Threat Match
The bell rings to signal the beginning of the contest, and immediately the two heel members of the match begin approaching Santino Marella, who looks on with an element of fear as he sees them coming. After a couple of seconds though, the italian stallion puffs out his chest, and manages to dodge an attempt by both of his opponents to grab ahold of them, before throwing right hands at each man in turn. Eventually, Black drops down to the mat as a result of the force, and Roode quickly follows. Santino starts walking around the ring, fist pumping, and the audience join in in delight. With a beaming smile, Santino begins to size up his opponents who are slowly getting up to their feet, but as he charges towards them both of them drop to the mat and roll out of the ring to the outside underneath the bottom rope. The audience boo wildly in frustration, and Black and Roode smirk at the reaction they’ve caused. One by one, they jump up onto the ring apron, with Black making his way into the ring first, only to be met by a vicious clothesline from Santino, but the distraction gives Roode just enough time to launch an assault on the fan favourite from behind, clubbing him hard across the back and taking him down to one knee. Black manages to escape from Santino’s clutches as the comedy figure weakens, and aims a well placed kick into the ribs of the italian superstar. With a smirk, Roode lifts Santino up to his feet and whips him across the ring, before both of the other men combine their talents, and lift Santino over their heads with a back body drop. As Santino lays on the ground, Roode turns to face Black with a smirk, but Black finally ends the brief alliance, kicking Roode in the gut and dropping him down to the ground with a DDT! Black makes the cover on Roode, but he kicks out after a two-count. He then jumps onto Santino for another cover attempt, but Santino also kicks out at two! Black gets up and confronts the referee, shouting at him for a few moments before turning around, and seeing both men stood in front of him, staring him down! He gets a double dropkick from both men, sending him to the outside! Just as Roode is getting up, Santino is already up and plants him with the Cobra! 1-2-3! Santino wins!
Cole: The Italian Stallion picks up another victory!
Booker: Man, this guy is impressive! World Championship material right there!
Tazz: You're kidding me right?
Cole: Next, we have Damien Sandow versus Bray Wyatt! Two debuts, one will walk out with the victory!
Damien Sandow vs. Bray Wyatt
The bell rings to signal the beginning of the upcoming match, and immediately Damian Sandow launches an assault on his opponent, kicking him hard in the gut before dragging him across the ring into the corner. He sizes up Wyatt, before punching him several times with strong left handed shots, only to then whip him across the ring into the corner opposite. He then follows up the whip with a huge clothesline in the corner, which sends Wyatt dropping down to the ground unceremoniously. Sandow throws his arms out to the side and smirks, which causes boos to rain down upon him from the capacity audience. He scowls as the audience fail to appreciate his talents, before bending down to lift up Wyatt, however the second-generation superstar has somewhat recovered, and punches Sandow in the gut several times before pushing him back into the ropes, ahead of whipping him across the ring and taking him down to the mat with a strong shoulder block. Wyatt this time takes his chance to showboat, but again the audience simply boo, quite vocal about the fact they don’t like either of these men.Wyatt takes his turn to scowl, but Sandow is quite quick to strike back into action, jumping up to his feet and throwing several right and left handed punches at Wyatt, which again sends him tumbling backwards into the corner, and Sandow eventually hits Wyatt so hard that he topples through the ropes and to the floor outside of the ring. Sandow follows him, and lifts his opponent up before whipping him into the steel stairs, causing Wyatt to fly over the top of them and connect with the floor with a thud. Sandow smirks as he lifts his opponent up once again and rolls him into the ring underneath the bottom rope, before walking up the steel steps and stepping between the ropes himself. He begins to slide into the ring as a man dressed in a white hoodie and track pants jumps the guard rail! He jumps onto the apron, distracting the ref! Sandow realizes this and tries to interrupt, but gets planted with a Twisting Flatliner by Wyatt! He goes for the pin as the man finally drops to the floor! The ref counts! 1-2-3! Bray Wyatt wins!
Booker: Who in the hell was that man!? Either way, Wyatt just picked up a huge win!
Tazz: This man is being led by God, Book! Of course he's gonna win and he's gonna go far!
Cole: Due to dirty tactics if you ask me! Next, we have the Television Championship on the line in a Fatal Four Way Match!
TV Title On The Line
Wade Barrett vs. Tyson Kidd vs. Dolph Ziggler vs. Dean Ambrose
Fatal Four Way Match
These four men know what's on the line tonight. The Television Championship. Before any blows can be thrown however, Ziggler steps up and starts to taunt his opponents and the crowd. Even running his fingers through his hair and flicking the grease into Tyson's face! That's when the place uproars as Tyson hits an Enziguri out of no where! Ziggler falls flat to the mat and looks to be shaken up as the two brawlers, Ambrose and Barrett throw lefts and rights at one another. Barrett begins to take the advantage, laying in elbows now to Ambrose's head, but Ambrose just keeps coming back for more with a smile on his face. Dean ducks an elbow and kicks Barrett in the gut. He lifts him up and hits him with a Gutwrench Powerbomb! Ziggler enters the ring again and tries to lock in a Sleeper Hold onto Ambrose, his partner, but gets sent over the top rope and to the floor. Tyson, however comes from behind Ambrose and goes for a roll up! 1-2-KICK OUT! Ambrose immediately stands back up and runs at Tyson, hitting a Knee Trembler! Tyson goes limp! Before Ambrose can pick up the pinfall, Barret grabs a hold of him and plants Ambrose with the Wasteland! Ambrose immediately rolls out of the ring in pain and falls to the floor as Barrett picks up Tyson and hits the Souvenir! Tyson is knocked out! Barrett goes for the pin! 1-2-3! Barrett retains!
Booker: This man is unstoppable! He just beat three other men!
Cole: Ambrose had the win there, but couldn't capitalize!
Tazz: And that's what Barrett does, he comes in and shows why he's the champ!
Cole: Wait a second, what's this!?
After the match, familiar music can be heard as "Say it to my face!" blasts over the PA System. The crowd goes nuts when from behind the curtain, comes Alex Riley! Dean Ambrose looks as if he's seen a ghost! Riley rushes down to the ring, pipe in hand and Ambrose begins to stomp onto Riley, who just powers through it and blasts Ambrose in the ribs with the lead pipe! Ambrose rolls around in agony from that shot! Riley just smiles and panders to the crowd. He motions for Ambrose to stand up, who isn't paying attention. Ambrose turns around and gets a lead pipe to the skull from Riley! Ambrose is knocked out as the blood begins to trickle from his wound. Riley laughs it up and drops the pipe, walks over to Lillian Garcia, whom gladly hands him a microphone. A-Ry walks over to his fallen nemesis and kneels just so he's face to face with him and speaks.
Alex Riley: Payback's a bitch, isn't it Dean? [The crowd lets out a roar of cheers.] Oh and by the way, be ready for next Sunday. Mr. McMahon heard me out and granted me my match. You and me. No Holds Barred. Anything goes. I look forward to kicking your ass again, Dean.
The crowd lets out a massive cheer as Riley smiles, before dropping the microphone onto a still unconscious Dean Ambrose. A-Ry's music begins to play once more as Riley exits the ring. He walks up the ramp way, laughing and slapping hands with the crowd. The camera pans back over to our announcing team.
Booker: Man oh man! My boy A-Ry finally gonna get what he wants!
Cole: Another knee to the temple from Ambrose?
Tazz: I'm pulling for A-Ry in this one. That Ambrose guy is nuts!
Cole: Well, up next ladies and gentlemen is a strange encounter, Hurricane versus Daniel Bryan!
The Hurricane vs. Daniel Bryan
Both of these men had weird encounters this week, including Hurricane meeting Jim Carrey. The two locked up with Bryan taking the advantage, locking in a wrist-lock. He then proceeded to slap TCW's Superhero in the back of the head and then start shouting "Yes!" to the crowd. He took his eye of the bat for one second however, and turns around to receive a Shining Wizard from Hurricane! Bryan falls out and Hurricane goes for the pin! 1-2-KICK OUT! Hurricane can't believe it and before he can react, Bryan grabs a hold of him and locks in the Yes! Lock. Hurricane struggles and is obviously in pain as Bryan keeps shouting "Yes!" The crowd however, begins to shout "No!" as Hurricane's hand gets close to the mat to tap. He finds the strength in the crowd to overpower Bryan and get out of the move! Bryan is in shock as Hurricane is standing now and poses. Bryan rushes towards Hurricane, but gets caught! Hurri-Chokeslam! Hurricane falls onto Bryan, 1-2-3! Hurricane picks up the win!
Cole: And Hurricane adds another win to his growing record! This guy is on fire!
Booker: I know man! Looks like Bryan will be shouting "No!" all the way to the back!
Tazz: It's bullshit to be honest with you. Bryan is obviously the better competitor!
Cole: Not tonight he's not! Wait a second, I've been told we have a message from our General Manager next!
Eve Torres' theme hits the PA System and she makes her way to the ring, smartly dressed as usual. The fans boo loudly as she climbs into the ring under the middle rope and walks to the center of the squared circle. She slowly lifts the mic to her mouth as her music fades out.
Eve Torres: Ladi--
With a huge smirk on his face and the fans on their feet in and uproat, Vince McMahon's walks out onto the WarZone set with a mic in hand. Eve Torres frowns in the ring and crosses her arms like a spoilt teen as the fans await the inevitable. Eve could be out of a job. Everybody wants to hear those two words Vince McMahon has made famous in the wrestling business.
Vince McMahon: Eve, last week you booked Randy Orton in a number one contenders match against... Scotty 2 Hotty. I'm not going to take that title shot away from him, he earned it and I'm all about opportunity. There is a slight catch though. If Randy Orton it to keep his title shot, you must hand in your resignation as general manager of this show right now!
Eve stands in shock, not sure how to react. The fans applaud Vince's decision and await the GM's reply. Eve screams in furstation and stamps around the ring in her expensive looking heels. Vince laughs at the top of the ramp and taps his watch, hurring her.
Eve Torres: This is ridiculous!? You can't do this!
Vince McMahon: I'm your boss, I can do as I very well please. So make your mind up, or I'll do it for you, DAMNIT!
Eve looks upset in the ring and pleades with Vince. He taps his watch again and begins to raise the mic to his mouth. Eve quickly does the same to talk before he does, avoiding Vince potentially firing right here and now.
Eve Torres: Okay okay. I- I- Ah, why are you doing this to me. I- I need this job. Please don't do this.
Vince McMahon: I think that's pretty clear. So as of right now, Randy Orton is no longer the number one cotender! He is also free for a match at our next pay-per-view; Zero Tolerance. Randy Orton will be stepping into the ring with the returning...
The crowd sit on the edge of their seats, eager for Vince to continue. Eve's eyes grow bigger as she has no control over what Vince is about to do.
Vince McMahon: Well, that doesn't matter. What matters is it's going to be No Disqualification! And if Orton loses both he and you. WILL. BE. FIRED!
The fans jump to their feet and cheer as loud as their lungs will let them. Vince grins and watched Eve as she drops to her knees and begins to weep. She runs her hands through her hair and wipes her eyes as her mascara begins to run. He laughs and leave as his theme thunder out of the arenas speakers. The camera watches Eve's small breakdown in the ring before cutting back to the commentary table.
Cole: Oh wow! Orton will be in a match at the Pay Per View against someone of Vince's choice!
Booker: And his and Eve's jobs will be on the line! Man, I'm looking forward to that one!
Cole: Well next up ladies and gentlemen is a TCW Series Match! Derrick Bateman versus CM Punk and I'm personally looking forward to this one!
CM Punk vs. Derrick Bateman
Punk and Bateman circle each other in the middle of the ring, Punk is the first to go on the attack throwing a kick at Bateman, but Bateman manages to catch it and immediately takes Punk down. Bateman throws stiff shots at Punk who is barely able to cover up, Bateman then drags himself and Punk up to a vertical base. He lands a few more shots on the head of Punk, before attempting to go for a fisherman’s suplex, Punk manages to fight out of it though. Punk drops behind Bateman and slams his elbow into the back of Bateman’s head, Punk forces Bateman into the corner and unleashes a series of strikes on him. Punk then jogs across to the other side of the ring, before sprinting back at Bateman and hitting him with the running knee, he then takes him down with a bulldog. Punk then heads to the top rope, looking to nail the elbow drop and he gets all of it! Sensing it could be time to put his opponent away, Punk indicates that he’s going to attempt Go To Sleep. He lifts Bateman to his shoulder! But Bateman fights out of it and drops behind Punk and gets him with a School Boy roll up; 1…2…3!
Cole: Derrick Bateman picks up the upset!
Booker: This is my guy to win it all! I'm tellin' you man!
Tazz: You have a new guy every week! Shut up!
Cole: The next TCW Series match is next and it's between The Brian Kendrick and "The Swiss Sensation" Antonio Cesaro!
The Brian Kendrick vs. Antonio Cesaro
Kendrick and Cesaro tie up, Cesaro being the stronger easily forces Kendrick back into the corner then unloads on him with vicious knees to the midsection, before tossing him across the ring. He then charges at Kendrick and takes him down with a brutal clothesline, he drags up Kendrick before lifting him above his head in the military press position, but before he can do anything Kendrick drops down behind him and takes him down by dropkicking the back of his legs. Kendrick then goes on the attack, stomping on the downed body of Cesaro, Cesaro does manage to work his way back to his feet though. He tries to use his power again tossing Kendrick into the air, this time though Kendrick is able to counter it with a huge hurricarrana! Kendrick dives onto Cesaro for the cover, but only manages to get a two count. Kendrick pulls up Cesaro, and strikes him in the midsection and looks for a DDT. However Cesaro just again powers out of it, throwing Kendrick into the air and taking him out with a massive European uppercut. Sensing it’s the perfect time to hit his finisher Cesaro loads Kendrick up for the Neutraliser…. But Kendrick manages to slip out behind Cesaro, Cesaro gets planted with a Superkick! Kendrick covers; 1…2…3!
Booker: Out of nowhere man! You've gotta give this man credit, he's killing it in this series!
Tazz: That's what I've been saying all this time! Kendrick is gonna win it all!
Cole: Impressive to say the least.
Kendrick rolls off of Cesaro and smirks as he jumps up to his feet and the referee holds his arm up into the air. Ryback slides into the ring and grabs ahold of Kendrick’s hand, raising it himself and pulling him away from the referee.
Both men stand with their arms up as Paul Heyman walks up the steel steps and climbs through the ropes himself, walking into the middle of the ring and talking to his two clients. He nods as he speaks quietly to them, but their group meeting is soon interrupted by the music of TCW Chairman Vince McMahon blaring through the arena soundsystem. All three men look towards the stage, puzzled by McMahon’s appearance after his assault earlier, and look angrier still when the man himself steps out from behind the curtain and begins strutting down to the ring, microphone in hand. He slides into the ring under the bottom rope, and stares all three members of The Union down in turn, finishing with Ryback who takes a step forward, but Kendrick puts his arm out, stopping the behemoth from attacking the Chairman for a second time. The audience chant McMahon’s name as he lifts the microphone up to his mouth to speak to The Union.
Vince McMahon: Earlier on tonight you people laid your hands on me, and mark my words that will be the biggest mistake of your entire careers. At the time, I was all guns blazing, and I was prepared to fire your asses on the spot for having the gaul to touch me, but I’ve decided against it now. At this point, all I want to do is make you all suffer. Which is why tonight, I’m bringing to you MY backup, the guy who’s going to stop you people from laying your hands on just about anybody you feel like, including me! Ladies and Gentlemen... My backup...
The audience absolutely explode at the every so familiar sound of the glass shattering, and signs are thrown into the air in delight, pure exhilaration that one of the biggest legends in the history of the industry is now to become a part of TCW. McMahon smiles as he looks at the shocked expressions on the faces of The Union, and the thrill of the crowd reaches fever pitch as Stone Cold Steve Austin himself steps out from behind the curtain, walking from one side of the stage to the other to take in the reaction. He stands on the ramp before throwing up both hands in his signature middle finger salute, before storming down to the ring with a microphone of his own. He slides into the ring and climbs up all four turnbuckles in turn, taking in the crowd reaction as he does so. Austin jumps down to the mat and looks at The Union, before looking at Vince, and smiling. He looks out at the audience once more, before slowly raising the microphone to his mouth before speaking.
Stone Cold Steve Austin: What? Stone Cold Steve Austin is back? What? Vince McMahon has Stone Cold Steve Austin as his back-up? What? Vince McMahon has no idea that Paul Heyman called up old Stone Cold to join The Union too? Looks like Stone Cold Steve Austin has a decision to make here, doesn’t it? Should he join Mr McMahon, help him against The Union, save the day from the evil Paul Heyman and his friends? What? Should he join The Union? Stand up against Vince McMahon like he spent his whole damn career doing? Join The Union, fight the power? Sell out, help McMahon? What? What’s Stone Cold gonna do?
Stone Cold slowly lowers the microphone, and the crowd make it pretty clear that they want their hero to join Vince McMahon. Austin looks over at The Union, before looking at McMahon. He drops his microphone before stroking his goatee thoughtfully... Before aiming a kick at the gut of Vince McMahon! ...Stone Cold Stunner! Stone Cold Steve Austin joins The Union! McMahon lays on the ground, out cold for the second time tonight, as all four members of The Union in the ring raise their arms into the air, as the booing rains down upon them as the TCW logo comes in the left hand screen without any final words from the commentators. The show comes to an end.
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Oct 29, 12 at 10:06pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
The Return of...
Tonight saw the return of one of TCW's hottest young prospects, Alex Riley! While he assures us his mentor will be back after the PPV, A-Ry is back in full swing! Hear what Riley had to say about the state of TCW!
Spoiler:Alex Riley's TCW Exclusive!
The computer screen would pop out a small video player upon pressing the link, and the image of A-Ry in a black V-Neck sweater, flashing a grin, with a big red 'play' button across his chest, shines out from the screen.
“Tonight, I gave that monster of a man, Dean Ambrose, something sure to shut him the hell up! At Zero Tolerance, I will shut him up again! But this time, I won't step out of the ring. I won't hold back! I'll take everything Ambrose can throw at me, and I'll throw it back with four times his sheer force! Dean, listen to me, I will make you bleed from every pore, I will make you suffer, the way you made me suffer! You stole the love of my life from me, and I plan to make you pay. And Layla, don't think you're getting off easy! You call me pathetic? Like I don't deserve you? Watch what I do to your boy toy at Zero Tolerance! Then, you can find out that everything that makes me, every component of my soul, is better than Dean Ambrose!”
Alex Riley merely shifts, and the camera remains stationary.
“However, there are more things to be dealt with in this company! For one, Dean Ambrose is constantly speaking of his Revolution, and I’ve felt first hand that this has truly sparked the interest of outside forces! Which I still need to thank Josh Matthews for. So we have Dean Ambrose and his Revolution.
And another force we have is the Ministry! The Ministry looks to be a dominant force, and to take TCW by storm! The Phenom, who I grew up idolizing, is brainwashing the roster!
And then we have the Congregation, but are they even that dangerous?
But a team isn’t even necessary, as seen with Wade Barrett, who is on a mission himself! Wade Barrett is a force to be reckoned with. He alone could take the company to its knees.
And then we have The Union! Paul Heyman has corrupted Ryback! He’s taken control of Brian Kendrick! And he’s even influenced our hero, Stone Cold Steve Austin! These guys are nothing but trouble, and nobody seems to see it! CM Punk has been decimated by them! Derrick Bateman took a beat down! And nobody but Vince McMahon has even tried to stop them!”
Riley stops to take a breath. His face is riddled with anger, as he wipes the sweat from his forehead. He talks again.
“Chaos. Blood in the street. These guys are all content on taking over TCW, and we’re sitting by as they do it! No more! This is a call to action! The initiative to a better future! These guys are going to wage a war for control, and destroy the foundation of TCW. And Vince McMahon is the only one standing in their way? Not any more! After this Sunday, I want you all to be on notice.
But first, like my mentor Ric Flair told me, I’m going to keep my head in the game. Dean Ambrose, payback’s a bitch, but you haven’t even caught wind of it yet, asshole.”
With that, the media player cuts to black.
Strong words from Alex Riley! Can he possibly back them up!?
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Oct 30, 12 at 7:36am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
We are live in Orlando, Florida, for TCW's Zero Tolerance pay per view in front of a packed house at the Amway Center. The thousands in attendance are damn near quivering with excitement and anticipation, and there is a slight buzz in the air...
Suddenly the music of the TCW Chairman rips through the arena, and the capacity crowd are immediately on their feet! Vince McMahon receives a thunderous ovation as he steps out from behind the curtain; business is surely about to pick up. He surveys his people from the stage before beginning his trademark grapefruit-accommodating strut down the ramp. As he climbs the stairs, Vince grabs the microphone left for his impending arrival and steps between the ropes. An experienced hand, McMahon allows the crowd their reaction, soaking in the electric pay-per-view atmosphere. He raises his arms in encouragement for one final boost, before settling the crowd by merely bringing the microphone to his lips. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Zero Tolerance!" There is a big pop in response, as one would expect, "Tonight promises to be a monumental night for Total Championship Wrestling, and I'm glad you could all join us here in the arena and all around the world on pay-per-view." Vince speaks with a calm diplomacy; he has done this a thousand times before, and the polite acknowledgement of the fans has allowed the crowd in the arena a chance to settle down. "Tonight, we will crown a World Heavyweight Champion. A man to carry the weight of this company with him as he carries that belt. And on that note, I would like to journey back to last Monday night. As you all know, I have not quite seen eye-to-eye with one of the competitors in the TCW Series, in a manner of speaking. Frankly, I have found the behaviour of The Brian Kendrick and his cohorts to be nothing short of disgusting." Vince remains surprisingly calm, and speaks in a very matter of fact way, hiding the level of his hatred towards The Union, "With that in mind, I took steps to ensure a level of stability, and honour, in this company. I called in back up. I turned to the most dangerous son of a bitch in the business to restore order!" McMahon pulls the microphone away from his mouth briefly and sighs, with a slight shake of the head, "And then this happened. Roll the footage."
The titantron whirs into action, showing the final few minutes of Monday night's show. McMahon's arrival at the end of Brian Kendrick's match and his speech, followed by the iconic glass shattering and the arrival of Stone Cold Steve Austin. However, what followed was not what Vince just outlined. Instead of being his ace in the hole, Austin gave McMahon a Stunner, leaving him unconscious on the canvas. Most of the crowd jeer at the replay of this ordeal but there are still some Austin strongholds out there.
"Now, Mister Austin, I don't know why you did what you did Monday night but I damn sure expect an explanation! I made you, Austin! I am the reason these people react when that glass shatters, and I came to you, man to man, and told I needed a favour. I came to you for help, Austin. I was going to have you barred from the arena tonight but what better stage for you to explain yourself? I know you're back there, so get out here, ri--"
Vince is cut off, not by glass shattering or by music, but by the appearance of Austin from behind the curtain. The reaction from the crowd is delayed as they turn to see why McMahon has fallen silent, and when it comes it is decidedly mixed, much moreso than for the earlier footage. The appearance of Austin still resonates with certain fans. The man following him does not usually generate such mixed responses: Paul Heyman. Austin swaggers to the ring in a plain black t-shirt, with no logo or catchy slogan, and standard denim jeans. As he approaches the ring, he mouths off in the face of a fan in the front row, flipping him the bird as he turns away and heads to the ring. Austin rolls under the bottom rope, as Heyman climbs the steps. He circles McMahon, but does not go to the turnbuckles, as he normally would. Heyman collects a mic from ringside and passes it to the latest member of his Union. Austin looks Vince up and down, and glances around the arena, before leaning in close to the chairman and bringing the microphone to his lips, "What?" Austin smirks, and then sneers as some of the crowd respond with a WHAT? of their own, "This ain't a sing-a-long session!" He quickly turns back to his target, "You made Steve Austin? What? You made me? What? Are you standing there, telling me, that you, Vince McMahon, made me, Steve Austin? What?"
"You're damn sure that's what I said!"
"What? What? WHAT?!" Austin raises his hand to silence Vince before he can reply, "Don't say another word, Vince. You can come out here and demand all the explanations you want but you already know why I did what I did." He chuckles to himself, and shrugs as he speaks, "I don't like you."
"But hell, I'm not a man to turn down such a generous offer. That fat check you waved sure did look appealing but I'm also not a man to be swayed by a stack of cash; the clincher, the perk that really sold me on the deal was that snappy little title that came with it. Ah, what was it? The Sheriff of the Squared Circle? That's something I can get on board with. Ever since I broke through that glass ceiling I've had creative control; I've had more cash than a simple Texan sumbitch could ever need; I've been iron-clad. Untouchable. But this time... you offered me a stake in controlling your world. And I can tell by that look on your face you're only just realising how bad this could be for you. I've had Paul, here, look over the paperwork, and there's control in there I didn't even realise I'd asked for. So we can do this one of two ways; either you stay out of our business, or, and we all know it'll come down to this, we make your life a living hell and run your ass out of your own company." Austin turns to leave with Heyman, with Vince looking somewhere between distraught and livid, but as he gets to the ropes, Austin turns back as Heyman leaves the ring, "Oh. And one more thing... I'm a Paul Heyman guy"
KICK TO THE GUT!
Vince doubles over and Austin flips him off with double birds as some staunch resistors to his new attitude let out a small pop... but he does not hit the stunner? Huh? Instead, he condescendingly slaps Vince twice on the cheek before dropping to the canvas and rolling out of the ring to join Heyman on the ramp. This final action, so unlike the Stone Cold of old, extinguishes almost all remaining loyalists, who join in the jeers as the arrogant duo make their way to the back, leaving McMahon ruing the deal he made with the devil in haste.
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Oct 31, 12 at 3:05am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
From the moment Antonio Cesaro appeared on the screen the people in attendance can tell that he is serious, mainly because of the fact that once again for another week he does not have Aksana hanging of his shoulder, it is just him by himself. He looks down into the camera that is focused on him and him alone. His head slants backwards as his hands move to his chest as he pulls the zipper of his jacket up closing it. Someone of screen would move and then hand him a microphone as Antonio Cesaro would yank it off him. He holds onto the microphone tightly and composes himself for sev3eral seconds as he then starts to speak down into the microphone as the people in attendance boo him, showing there disapproval for him before he has even said a single word.
Antonio Cesaro would then shack his head and sigh as he unfolds his arms. He would then turn off the television and then looks back down into the camera, he waves his hand once again as this time instead of panning out the camera zooms back into Antonio Cesaro as he then begins to speak down into the microphone once again.
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