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Disenchanted Who's This Woman In My Bed?! Neolithic total posts: 6312 since: Jul 2008	Oct 31, 12 at 2:33pm ^ Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
	Log in to remove this sponsored message The Brian Kendrick - - - - - - - - - The scene opens on a smirk. A set of pearly white teeth, spread into a cocky grin that stretches across the lower half of a man’s face, painting an immediate picture of the type of figure we’re following at this time. The smirk bobs up and down, showing that the owner is in motion, and occasionally the glistening of spit moving around in the mouth catches the eye of the viewer. Slowly, the camera zooms out and we see other features moving into shot. A pair of piercing eyes, glaring ahead of himself as he moves. Long, blonde hair that reaches the shoulders of the man. A small goatee, stretching from below the nose all the way down to the chin. It is by now, perfectly clear who is standing in front of us. One of the four men remaining in the TCW series, which began some two months ago with almost everybody on the roster. CM Punk, Derrick Bateman and Antonio Cesaro remain... As well as this man. The Brian Kendrick. One of the favorites to capture the TCW World Heavyweight Championship, and who can be surprised? With an ever growing Union standing behind him, he looks unstoppable at the moment. However, he does have one major essence standing in his way. Something of a blockade, that he seems to have sidestepped a few times, but will he ultimately get past it? The most powerful blockade in Sports Entertainment today, Vincent Kennedy McMahon. Although, unfortunately for the Chairman, his new Sheriff turned his back on him immediately, and joined The Union, stating that he is, in fact, a ‘Paul Heyman guy’. As we return to the present, the smirk continues to be painted across the face of The Brian Kendrick, as we zoom back further still to reveal a different outfit to normal, wearing a black t-shirt with ‘The Union’ in bold white writing across the front. He wears long tights for the first time, a lightning bolt design running up the side and his name emblazoned in golden writing. He saunters around a corner with an air of pure arrogance emanating from every pore on his body, before slowly grinding to a halt. He tilts his head to the side, gazing quizzically ahead of him, and as the camera moves around to show what he is looking at, it becomes clear why he is so bemused. The smirk doesn’t leave his face as he approaches none-other-than Wrestling Legend (not to mention Kendrick’s trainer and original mentor), The Heart Break Kid, Shawn Michaels. HBK turns his head away from his phone on which he was typing something in, and smiles at Kendrick, clearly happy to see his former pupil. Kendrick continues to approach Michaels, before stopping beside him and letting out a chuckle. The Brian Kendrick: So... What do you think? Shawn Michaels: About what? Michaels spits out in response, his mood immediately changing from happy to frustrated upon Kendrick’s initial statement. Clearly expecting some kind of polite small-talk, but instead being met with an arrogant statement of self-praise, Michaels turns to walk away, presuming that the conversation has ended as quickly as it began. As he turns away though, Kendrick grabs him by the arm and spins him back to face him, staring into his eyes as his eyebrow crinkles and the smirk disappears from his mouth, replaced by a look of disdain and incomprehension. The Brian Kendrick: What the hell is your problem? I asked you a damn question, is it really that much to ask for an answer? You think because you’re some kind of legend to people you don’t have to waste your time talking to the likes of me? News-flash, Shawn, I’m well on track to becoming as big, if not bigger than you are. Tonight, I’m winning the TCW Championship. If that isn’t something you can respect than you can get the hell out of my face, and get the hell out of my arena. I’m not having you bring me down on a night like tonight. This time, Kendrick is the man to turn to walk away, assuming the conversation is done with his strong words aimed at his former mentor. He keeps walking, muttering under his breath in frustration, until he is stopped by a sigh from HBK. He turns his head to face the legend, who shakes his head in response. Kendrick turns back towards the older man, and starts walking towards him, a half-smirk moving across one half of his mouth. Michaels watches intently as Kendrick approaches him, unsure of what exactly is to come his way. Kendrick stops a couple of feet away from Michaels, glaring at him from close range, clearly unimpressed at Michaels’ insubordination. The Brian Kendrick: Is there a problem? I might be mistaken here, but it looked like you were shaking your head at me just now. What gives you the right to walk into my building, on my night, and start treating me without any respect? You might not wanna accept it because you’re living in some kind of bubble, where you’re fifteen years ago and people still give two shits about the Heart Break Kid! People don’t care about you anymore, you’re gonna have to accept that. You’re also gonna have to accept that I’m a big deal, I’m undefeated in TCW so far, and I’m gonna remain that way for a long-ass time, because I’ve beaten everybody there is to beat. I don’t care what anybody else claims, I’m the best in the whole world at what I do and you need to show me a little bit of respect because of that. Are you done now? Michaels stares back at Kendrick, not moving a muscle as he glares into the eyes of his one time protégé, watching intently as the smirk slowly begins to re-emerge on the face of the youngster. Kendrick nods slowly, thinking he’s finally stopped any complaints from HBK, but as soon as he turns away, Michaels grabs his arm and pulls him back towards him. The look on Kendrick’s face is a picture as he glares down at the arm that has been grabbed by the legend, before glaring into his eyes and pulling his arm away ferociously. He takes another step towards HBK, who stands his ground completely before finally responding to the far younger combatant. Shawn Michaels: You wanna know why I’m not showing you any respect you jumped up little bastard? Because I didn’t train you to become a professional wrestler so you could go around behaving the way you have been over the last month. I didn’t take you in when you were at your lowest ebb only for you to sell out and decide you were gonna work with an asshole like Paul Heyman. I saw potential in you, and I thought you were gonna become a big thing, in the right way. In the way that I did it, working my ass off and putting my body on the line every single time I walked through the curtain, making people support me because they knew all I wanted to do was entertain them as much as I possibly could. You couldn’t care less about the people out there, all you want is personal gain, you just want that title and you don’t care how you get it, who you piss off or hurt along the way. That’s not why I trained you, and I’m not gonna respect you for cheating your way to the Championship. You don’t earn respect like that. Kendrick’s eyebrow crinkles and he flicks his head to the side, moving the hair out of his eyes. His eyes begin to narrow, and he looks around the area in confusion, hoping to find somebody else present who might have heard the same thing as he did. He lets out a brief chuckle before shaking his head, and looking back at Michaels, who stares back at him with a completely expressionless look on his face. Kendrick scoffs, before raising his hand in front of his face and staring into it for a few moments thoughtfully. The Brian Kendrick: I’m sorry, really? Like... Really? Shawn Michaels, the original degenerate, the guy who spent the first fifteen years of his career out of his mind on all kinds of drugs, is talking to me about working his ass off? Telling me that I’m not behaving the way a professional wrestler should behave? I genuinely cannot believe what I’m hearing. You hit the big time for one reason, and one reason only. As a cheat, and a scumbag. People hated you, Shawn, you know that as well as I do. You think I don’t know shit about the business before I started wrestling? You were a complete wreck, you walked all over anybody you could to achieve what you wanted to achieve. You were apart of the big, bad Kliq, the group of guys that worked with each other and nobody else, that made sure things happened their way or no way at all. You, you were the driving force behind the most piece of shit move in this history of this business, the Montreal Screwjob. You know what? You talk as though you’re some kind of authority on this shit, and you’re losing respect for me and disappointed in me for not following your path, but what you don’t even understand is that I completely and totally model myself on you. I idolize you, but not the you that found God and starting taking the high ground and being an all around nice guy... The you that screwed Bret Hart. The you that humped the Canadian Flag in Canada and drew some of the most amazing heat I’ve ever seen drawn from an audience. The Heart Break Kid who made Hulk freakin’ Hogan look like a complete tool by flailing around all over the place and pandering to his over the top bullshit. You shouldn’t be talking about losing respect for me, you should be more worried about people like me who base themselves on you, losing complete respect for you! Kendrick glares into the eyes of Michaels, who returns his gaze, still not phased by Kendrick’s behavior and showing no emotion at all throughout the confrontation. Kendrick scoffs once again, before looking HBK up and down condescendingly, and shaking his head once again. Michaels, now looking somewhat dejected, lets out a sigh and shakes his head, before turning away from Kendrick and walking slowly away down the corridor, defeated. He stops, before turning his head and looking back towards Kendrick. Shawn Michaels: The guy who is only in it for himself is still inside of me. The Kliq got by on working closely with Vince McMahon. Keep in mind what McMahon thinks of you right now before you start running your mouth off at me. Kendrick’s eyes widen slightly as the reality of Michaels’ words become clear in his mind. He scowls as he watches the hall of famer walk away, before letting out a frustrated exhalation of breath and reaching into his tight. He pulls out his cellphone and dials a number, although the camera fades to black before we get to figure out who it is Kendrick is calling...
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Jaffers NeoXtreme total posts: 8210 since: Feb 2005	Nov 01, 12 at 1:23pm ^ re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
	[img]COMING SOON FROM AN IPOD NEAR YOU[/img] The Hurricane Chapter 5: Tropical Storm Helms The TCW cameras pick up with The Hurricane, who for some reason is looking noticeably on edge. He’s busy pacing back and forth in the locker room, muttering to himself about something he’s done. It appears as though he’s a little confused about it, every now and then asking how it managed to happen without him noticing. It just so happened that Jonathan Coachman was walking by, and noticed this strange seen. Being the fantastic interviewer he was, he spotted the chance for a story and jumped on it like a fat man on cake. He confidently burst into the room, not even knocking and doing nothing for the stereotype that black people are rude. He pulled up a chair, and encouraged Hurricane to take a seat beside him, which he reluctantly did. “Hurricane, what’s wrong man?” He didn’t give a verbal answer, instead he just pointed to the TV which was currently showing the aftermath of New York’s most recent disaster. He then buried his head into his hands, and began wailing, which only left The Coach confused. “What have I done? What have I done?!” The Hurricane kept saying this over and over, and The Coach being the mastermind he is quickly worked out that for some strange reason The Hurricane was blaming himself for what had happened in New York. “Err, you do realise that wasn’t your fault, right?” Hurricane simply shook his head in disagreement. “I know what you’re going to say Coach, that if I don’t remember doing it or wasn’t aware I was doing it at the time that I can’t blame myself. That’s no excuse though, these people put their trust in me they expect me to be the one to save the day, not the one to ruin it. I mean look at that, I killed a guy with a tree. A tree for Christ’s sake Jonathan, do you know how embarrassing that’s going to be for his loved ones to tell people; that he got killed by a God damn tree.” It was clear from The Hurricane’s passionate, yet completely delusional speech that he didn’t have the best concept of well, anything. Being the great guy that he is though, The Coach again tried to reason with Hurricane. “No, I mean it literally wasn’t your fault. Everything that happened in New York was caused by hurricane Sandy, an actual hurricane. As in it was an act of nature, and you don’t control nature; you’re not Storm from X-Men.” The penny then seemed to drop, and the sombre look completely disappeared from The Hurricane’s eyes. It looked like things might finally be making sense to him, and that just maybe he’d be able to focus on his match tonight. “You’re right Coach, it’s not me that caused this chaos; it was Storm!” Maybe not then. “No, again you’re not understanding me. This was an act of nature, nobody had anything to do with it. Not you, not the fictional character Storm from X-Men, nobody. It was just a freak act of God, that’s all.” The Hurricane nodded, as the point finally seemed to sink in. He then sprung to his feet, clearly feeling the forces of good flowing throughout his body once again. “You’re right Coach, your words of wisdom have given me clarity. I now know what I must do to save the World from the forces of evil; I have to wage war with… God.” That was all about Coachman was going to take, he got to his feet and slowly walked out of the room. “Unbelievable” As The Coach walked off the cameras cut back to The Hurricane, who had taken up a very super hero like pose and wasn’t moving an inch. The cameras then slowly faded to black, and returned to ringside.
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Metallica Till All Are One. (moderator) Wrestling Wrestling RolePlay / Interactive Forum total posts: 12287 neopoints: 133 GameGrep pts: 294 since: Jun 2003	Nov 01, 12 at 5:01pm ^ re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
	CM Punk - Face In the world we live in today, you can be the best at everything, you can be all round a great performer or worker in what ever profession you do, these are usually the ones looked down on, the ones who are targeted, the ones who are picked on and given the most stupid things to do. In the wrestling world, that also can be a true statement, why? Because in life it's usually the ass kissers or the ones who have the 'face that fits' bullshit that rise to the top and get given everything on a silver platter. That routine happens in the day to day workings of big organisations, the WWE are the ones who do this more often than not. Here in Total Championship Wrestling, that pattern seems to be carrying on and here is Mr. Phil 'CM Punk' Brooks to explain all. The camera's cut to the person in question, that being CM Punk. He's sitting down in the corner of a room, unfortunately we cannot get a lock on his location, the room is very dark and only the eerie white glow from the camera's light is shining. Punk is dressed in fully black clothes with none of his skin visible but his face. Punk has a zipped up hooded top on with the hood pulled over the top of his head. His usual white wrist tape has been replaced with black and the usual red 'X's' on the top of his hands are marked in white. Punk continues to rock backwards and forwards for a few seconds, his breaths in and out are deep and sharp. After a short time of doing this, Punk stops rocking and his head lifts up slightly, the only part of Punk the camera catches is the white of his eyes, his eyes stare a hole through the camera as he looks up to it. Punk finally lifts his head up full and continues to stare directly at the camera. Punk has noticeably shaved his beard off and is supporting a long thick moustache that reaches to the end of his chin, kind of reminds everyone of Hulk Hogans in a way. After a few moments of glaring at the camera, Punk begins to speak and the anxious fans are wondering what the straight edge superstar is going to say, Punk simply tells everyone: "I've been here for just a little over two months now and I am seeing a pattern, A pattern in which, no matter how hard I try, no matter how much effort I put in to my matches, the out come is going to be exactly the same. Ironically, my match at this Sundays pay per view is with Brian Kendrick, who has his head so far up the managements ass, he's pretty much guaranteed the victory against me and it's a joke. I am sick and tired of the crap and favouritism that the management in this company are doing and basically choosing who they want as their champion, rather than look at the facts, and the facts being that there are more deserving people in this company who should still be in this dumb T.C.W series matches at this Sunday's Zero Tolerance pay per view. I personally am not saying this because I deserve to win and boosting my own ego up, because we all know I should win the match and be crowned the very first T.C.W world heavyweight champion, No body else wants it as much as I do, I can prove that I am the best in the world, I can prove that being the top guy in the company, I can carry it on to be successful and more importantly, I will defend it with great honour, respect and anytime I am booked to. But the politics in this company won't allow it, they clearly have their hearts set on Kendrick or those other two idiots in the other qualifying matches this Sunday." Punk continues to stare at the camera some more, the world has been anticipating what Punk has had in store for sometime since he has spoken of many things in the past few weeks. Punk stands up and slowly walks around, his hooded top at the front is slightly unzipped and we can tell he's wearing a black t-shirt underneath. The camera caught a quick glimpse of what was near the top of his t-shirt, and all they could see what a white, somewhat distorted looking line. Punk quickly zips his top up a little bit to avoid giving away his potential plans for the pay per view this Sunday. After Punk had walked around a little and stretched his legs, he sits back down, arms folded, legs crossed and stares in to the camera again. Punk looks like he isn't finished his speech yet, this time around he discusses: "So Brian, are you ready to take that championship belt? Are you ready for your one big singles run and be at the top of the ladder here in the T.C.W? Because, I don't think you can handle it. Either way, who ever does win this Sunday and that includes myself. I've had this vision, this revolution, this era, a reincarnation that I have been waiting to release on this god awful company for sometime now. This revolution will be the downfall of the corporate bullshit here in the T.C.W and the rise of my era, A reincarnation of an old familiar force, but with my great leadership and the people I have backing me, my associates, you can rest assure that this time around and in this company, this force will not die so easily, that's probably because I don't have any drunken losers or injury prone pussies with me. I fear I may have said too much, but better still, it could be this Sunday you see the revival and then the destruction of the T.C.W. Like a flesh eating disease, it will strike from within and will be an unstoppable force. Not even Kendricks little Union will be able to stop it's devastation. But that's enough of my little secret for now. It all boils down to this Sunday, Kendrick, Cesaro, Bateman, are you ready? No, I said are, you rea...[Punk pauses and then laughs a little].... Hahaha, yeah as if I'm going to revive that joke of a group D Generation X. Anyway, back to serious business, I promises when I step through those curtains at the Zero Tolerance pay per view this Sunday, you are going to see a side of CM Punk that has yet to be witnessed. Then you will all know that I am not a joke and I am the best in the world, It's sure going to be clobbering time! " A chilling, yet very focussed and somewhat slightly aggressive promo there from CM Punk. This Sundays pay per view will be a sure one to watch, the T.C.W series matches are sure to be what everyone has their eyes on. Four men and only one can be a winner, from what Punk just said he can very well win this series and be crowned the T.C.W world heavyweight champion. CM Punk has all the tools to win and he is indeed the best thing in T.C.W right now, His legacy will be solidified by this Sunday. As Punk finished speaking, the camera slowly zooms out and Punk's head drops back down to the floor, the camera then fades out completely.
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Homicide NeoXtreme total posts: 8556 since: Jul 2003	Nov 02, 12 at 7:37am ^ re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
	TCW.COM EXCLUSIVE Backstage after the triple threat match featuring Tyler Black, Bobby Roode and Santino Marella, Matt Striker catches up with its winner, Santino Marella. Matt Striker: Santino, Santino! Santino was walking around the backstage area holding onto the back of his neck with his left hand and the Cobra still on his right. He stops in his tracks to the sound of his name being screamed by Matt Striker and still rubbing his neck smiles at him as he’s being approached. Matt Striker: Santino, do you have a free minute for a TCW.com exclusive? Santino: For my fans I have alls the time in the world. Matt Striker: What do you have to say about your victory here tonight? Santino: Well I had tough competition out there tonight, but as you can see I was the toughest. Santino flexes, but then winces in pain and grabs his neck again. Matt Striker: Well let me be the first to congratulate you on your victory here tonight and… well I have some more news for you Santino. Wade Barrett just retained his Television Title and I was just informed that at the Zero Tolerance Pay-Per-View you will be taking on Wade Barrett for the TCW Television Title. Santino’s arms fall to his side and his mouth is left agape, drool almost pouring out of his mouth. Santino is breathless at this news and doesn’t really know what to do. Matt Striker: Santino? Are you ok? Santino breaks out of his stunned state and walks away from Matt Striker and begins doing his trumpet walk down the hallway. Santino is so elated by the news that he is receiving a TV title shot that he is stopping everyone that he walks by to let them know that he is going to be the next Television Champion and then continues to trumpet walk his way down the corridor. The camera goes back over to Matt Striker who signs off. Matt Striker: This has been another TCW.com Exclusive, only available at TCW.com or through the TCW app available on every platform. Cameras fade to the next segment...
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The Crow Social Suicide Neolithic since: Aug 2003	Nov 02, 12 at 1:00pm ^ re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
	”The Ripper” Paul Burchill C4 / Twisted Sister / Curb stomp. The cameras cut backstage to a room with a single dull light which looks like it could die at any moment, sitting underneath it on a stool is “The Ripper” Paul Burchill who frankly looks like he was just taking a bath in blood. His hands are clasped together and his head bowed he seems to be mumbling something to himself but it’s impossible to make out what exactly. Eventually he lifts his head up and looks at the camera leaving his hair hanging over his face for a few seconds before moving his right hand to his face to push it away. Burchill: Zero Tolerance. He mumbles his words but not enough where we can’t hear them. His eyes move around taking the room in despite it being dark and almost impossible to see anything near Burchill who eventually looks into the camera with pure hatred. Burchill: Was there ever a better name to describe The Ministry and our actions? We will undoubtedly show zero tolerance towards those that try to stop us as futile as their efforts will be I will see to it any thoughts of retaliation are squashed. Let me tell you a story, a story of a man who was evil but tried to pretend he wasn’t a man who tried to change his ways because he thought he had to. You see, this man had done many bad deeds in his life both in and out of the ring and one day he let his sister get into his head and convince him he needed to change just because he had a son. The fool listened to every word she had to say and in her mind games he fell for her tricks and tried to change his ways. Burchill sneers at the camera before spitting to the left of the screen before looking back into the camera, the hatred remains but at least he is speaking clearly now. Burchill: So for a few months he did what he could to be....good. Every second made him feel physically sick he hated it but he thought he had to do it for his family. Heh, the family that left him the first chance they got, the family that never looked back. He knew this and for a while it hurt him mentally and physically hindering his performance in the ring but one night he was shown the light, so to speak. Burchill pauses again, looking back to the floor for a few seconds before raising his head up with a slight smile. Nothing unusual in itself but now we can see his face properly with little shadows, it looks like he’s been eating something under cooked from the blood dripping down his chin. Burchill: This man was taken away to hell. He was confronted by many demons some of which he did battle with before he met the man you know as The Undertaker. The man was confused and weary but listened to the message and then he realised that the last year of his life had been a lie. Everything he knew but didn’t want to admit came crashing down upon him and finally something clicked. It’s ok to be evil. Finally he could understand it was just his way of life he couldn’t help it. In another life this man was Jack the Ripper but in this day and age? He makes jack the Ripper look like a little bitch! His voice rose in tone as he finished his sentence and again the look of hatred was back shining behind those eyes making his accompanying smile more concerning. Burchill: The funny thing is, I can say that it is true. The Undertaker did this man the honour of putting him in a battle with the demon of Jack the Ripper and dear old Jack, well...he’ll have trouble ripping paper after what was done to his form. Burchill breaks out into a somewhat sinister laugh almost losing himself in the moment before he is able to stop himself and clears his throat but keeping that smile. Burchill: What The Undertaker does, he searches deep inside your soul and if he spots something lingering inside you he will do what it takes to pull it out in my case it was my evil side. I can’t say what he saw in Tyler Black or Mordecai but that is for them to share if they wish not me. I personally would like to thank The Undertaker for giving my life meaning again. Being evil is not something you can cure it’s only something you can embrace and finally I have done just that, two weeks ago when we destroyed the ring side area, well I guess you could say for the past few years I had been abstinent and that was the first time I’d have an orgasm. There is something therapeutic about choking out a man with his own tie. Am I a sadist? I guess I am. Burchill chuckles to himself again as the camera is seemingly shaking a little, the room either being cold or the camera man is getting nervous. It is ignored as Burchill continues on. Burchill: Moving on from that, at Zero Tolerance I am to believe myself, Tyler and Mordecai are taking on “The Congregation of Bray Wyatt, Tyson Kidd and Ted DiBiase. Gentlemen, you don’t know what you have stumbled into. I think we can presume that while we want to destroy the souls inside TCW you would rather save them? Not going to happen but you know what? I’m happy about this, I can’t wait to get your preacher on my own and beat the spiritual belief he has out of him after all what kind of God would allow me to put the beating I’m planning on a man of the cloth? Make no mistake about it Bray, I’m not here to win. I’m here to hurt people, to destroy people both mentally and physically. You are but the first victim and I can’t think of anybody better to be fed to us then you and your little group. Burchill rubs his hands together in anticipation clearly too excited about the chance to fight then he perhaps should be even going as far as to lick his lips. Burchill: Your little disciples will not be able to save you and with any luck they too will see the truth. Your God is dead! Nobody will come to your aid until we are long gone and trust me despite you knowing the truth you’ll still be praying to any deity you can that this pain that is being inflicted upon you will just end one way or another. I dare say you would even beg us to stop as we twist your bones and tear apart your flesh but we will not leave until we are satisfied. When will that be? I couldn’t tell you, I’ve got a lot of aggression ready to be unleashed from those years of, “recovery” Burchill soffs at the word with deep disgust again prompting him to spit upon the floor. Burchill: Believe me when I say it will take nothing short of a miracle for you to stop me, I’m not afraid of pain nor death. I welcome both with open arms so I invite you to do your worst and I tell you what, lets make it fair. I’ll give you first shot. Think about it it may be the only shot you get, take it and embrace it. We will see if you surprise me but I doubt you have it in you. At best you may stun me for a minute or two but as soon as I come around you’re in trouble to say the least. I’d say your other option is to just chuck in the towel and run away with your tails between your legs and when I say run I mean you best be out of the arena before we leave the ring or we will find you and take you a part backstage. Burchill bows his head again laughing more for a few seconds before abruptly ending it and looking back into the camera a mixture of anger and hatred in his eyes and about his tone of speech. Burchill: Good luck on surviving lads. With that Burchill just freezes in position as the cameraman slowly backs out of the room not once turning his back on “The Ripper” the second he is out of the door as if on cue the light bulb pops and shatters leaving the room in total darkness besides what little light is able to shin in from the corridor.
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Smell The Chiken Kifflom! Are we there yet? total posts: 9800 since: Mar 2008	Nov 02, 12 at 8:14pm ^ Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
	Mr. Kennedy ??? 0/0/0 in Mr. Kennedy Goes to the Airport "Okay then. Your carry-on bag is checked and you are ready to fly Mister...Kennedy is it?" “That is CORRECT ma'am. MISTEEEEEER KEEENNEDYYYY!” Inside LAX we find the newest addition to the TCW roster, the two-time world heavyweight champion (of that other show) Mr. Ken Kennedy. He just checked in and carries a single red duffle bag, traveling light because he will be in Orlando for Zero Tolerance for only two days, and he is not even on the card. However, Mr. Kennedy does not know that and it looks like nobody else told him. He discusses this topic with the man in front of him in line for the security check. “...and then I, MISTEEEEEER KEEENNEDYYY, will come out and face off Randy Orton and ZERO TOLERANCE to show McMahon why I deserve top billing, the MAIN EVENT spot, every week.” “Excuse me, but what are you talking about?” The man adjusts his glasses, taking one last work at this nutty man who keeps on speaking of submissions and Kenton Bombs and who really likes to shout his name (“KEEENNEDYYY”), before rushing off to the security scanner. Soon, our very own Mr. Kennedy is up. “HEY YOU! Please tell your friend taking the pictures that MISTEEEEEER KEEENNEDYYY is not comfortable with some creep looking at Lyndon B. So, tell him to have the decency to cover up the bottom half of all the dirty photos he takes of MISTEEEEEER KEEENNEDYYY.” The burly man of Hispanic decent is visibly confused at this request. In his own mind, Kennedy wonders if the man could even understand English. Unfortunately, as Kennedy thinks, he himself cannot speak Mexican and a translator may be needed. In reality, the TSA agent just cannot figure out exactly why the crazy wrestler refuses to go through the scanner. What the hell is Lyndon B.? “Sir...” “KEEENNEDYYY.” “Yes, sir. If you do not wish to go through the scanner, you must instead allow yourself to be patted down.” “OH NO! Then you can just grab Lyndon B. and take him wherever you like. Keep your hands away from my pants and your thoughts on your job, and allow MISTEEEEEER KEEENNEDYYY to pass. MISTEEEEEER KEEENNEDYYY needs to get to Orlando today.” “But we aren't flying out to Orlando today. The closest we will go is Miami.” “Yes. MISTEEEEEER KEEENNEDYYY could only afford the cheap airline, and they only fly to Miami. So, keep your fingers away from THE CROTCH and let MISTEEEEEER KEEENNEDYYY board his flight now.” Oh, he was talking about his dick. Still, it would go against safety regulations to let a man pass unchecked through a security checkpoint, so the agent could not let him pass. “Sir, I cannot allow you to do that.” “Excuse me, but do you know who I am?” “I believe you said your name was...” “MISTEEEEEER KEEENNEDYYY.” “Yes. That's it...wait a minute.” Suddenly the Hispanic security agent remembers a news story he saw that morning. He gets out his walkie-talkie (because security personnel still use them) and calls up some backup. “Hey guys. You here about that grown man with the mind of a ten-year-old that went missing? I think I found him. Get here soon.” In a matter of seconds the area is littered with about a dozen security guards and policemen. They walk up to Kennedy and motion for him to come with them. Mr. Kennedy sees this as an attack and quickly puts the nearest security guard in a headlock. A policewoman with great reflexes immediately whips out her stun gun and fires into the wrestlers back, pumping him with 900,000 volts. Kennedy faints, falling to the ground while the electricity running through him causes his body to spaz out. Is this the end of Kennedy? “Ken...Keeennedyyy...”
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Moneyman23 dangerous total posts: 181 since: Jan 2012	Nov 02, 12 at 9:31pm ^ re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
	Daniel Bryan 0/5/0 Daniel Bryan opened a door and sat down in front of a desk. Daniel Bryan had been asked by the General Manager of TCW Eve to come to this meeting. The thought had crossed his mine a few times that he might be in this meeting because of his losing streak. First, he lost to Seth Rollins, then he lost a battle royal, then he lost a fatal 4 way and finally lost to the Hurricane after he learned to become a YES! Man. Eve opened the door and walked in. Eve sat in front of the desk and took a deep breath. Daniel knew this wasn't a good sign and was suddenly felt the tiniest bit of concern. Eve: Daniel, I think we both know why you are here right now. It involves your current losing steark here in TCW. I am very sorry Daniel, but if your not going to meet our standards. You will be fired! I will only have the top superstars on this show and you are a disgrace to wrestling. I have had enough of it. I feel like the problem with you is YES! And NO! You need to control your emotions and not let them be determined by two words. So as the General Manager of TCW, I am now placing you in a mental hospital until the Pay Per View[\color] Daniel Bryan: No, I am not doing that. I am a former World Heavyweight Champion I deserve better treatment than this. Eve: Goodbye Daniel, I'll see you at the Pay Per View Suddenly, two men in white suits come running through the door and start dragging Bryan away from him. Bryan is yelling No! And trying to fight out as they drag him away. They throw him inside a white van and lock it. They drive him to the mental hospital. It takes five men to take him to the mental room. They throw him inside where theres a man sitting at a chair. Daniel looks at the tag on his jacket. His name was Doctor Henry. Doctor Henry: Hello Daniel, My name is Doctor Henry. I'm here to make sure your medically cleared to take part in this weeks pay per view. Daniel Bryan: No, I will not take a seat. You will let me leave this mental hospital and drive me back to the arena. If you don't, I will do to you what I did to Bret Hart, Josh Matthews and some idiot worker. Doctor Henry: I really don't care if you leave Daniel but if you dont pass this test, your out of the match at the pay per view. Daniel Bryan looks shocked at what Doctor Henry just said. Doctor Henry points down at the chair in front of his desk. Daniel sits down angrily and looks at Doctor Henry madly. Daniel Bryan takes a deep breath. Doctor Henry: Ok, let's begin. Is your name Daniel Bryan Yes! Did you lose to Seth Rollins YES! Did you lose a battle royal the very next week YES! YES! Then did yo...... YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! Th........ YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! Doctor Henry takes a deep breath and watches as Daniel Bryan wont stop chanting YES! Doctor Henry press a button on the wall and in comes a man with a taser. He shocks Daniel Bryan with the taser. Daniel falls to the ground and starts shaking like crazy. Doctor Henry smiles and waits for Daniel Bryan to finish. After about five minutes, he finally gets up. [color=#666666]This message was edited on 2012-11-03T02:03:36-07:00.
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ADA 2 true seeker (2K Remix) total posts: 2169 since: Jan 2006	Nov 03, 12 at 2:06am ^ re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
	Todd Grisham is backstage, outside the door of Antonio Cesaro locker room. He knocks on the door and waits for a reply. When no such reply comes, he decides upon himself to open the door and enter anyway. This was a risky move for himself as Antonio Cesaro is one that does not like being disturbed, especially by the likes of Todd Grisham. Todd Grisham walks on into the locker room as he then finds Antonio Cesaro sitting on a couch with his arm wrapped around his girlfriend/manager Aksana. Antonio Cesaro does not even look up at the intruder as he looks to be deep in thought. Antonio Cesaro hasn't even noticed that Todd Grisham is in the room, only Aksana pays him any sort of attention. Todd Grisham then gulps as he walks up to Antonio Cesaro on the couch to ask a question. Todd Grisham: I'm really sorry to bother you, Antonio Cesaro and Aksana, but I was just wondering if you could… Suddenly catching Todd Grisham and even Aksana by surprise Antonio Cesaro jumps as he notices Todd Grisham's presence. His arm is quickly removed from Aksana as he looks up at Todd Grisham almost annoyed to see him in his locker room. A sigh escapes his lips as he rolls his eyes as he stares at the nervous Todd Grisham. Antonio Cesaro: If you’re that sorry for bothering me then you could not have bothered me in the first place now wouldn’t you? But, seeing as you are already here and seeing as you have already disturbed me I am going to allow you to ask a question, so hurry up. Todd Grisham then quickly nods his head; his hand was shacking as he was nervous. He knew he had played his luck by just barraging on into this locker room and he knew the longer he stayed here the more in danger he was so he did not waste any more time as he spoke up to Antonio Cesaro. Todd Grisham: I am just wondering if you wanted to answer a few questions in regards to your match tonight with Derrick Bateman. Already a lot of people are talking about this match and if you have any thoughts to share, I'm sure a lot of people would appreciate it. This is not the first time you have faced this man and you defeated him in the past, everyone really wants to know what to expect from this contest. It was a fair question to ask him. This was indeed not the first time they have both faced off with one another and each and every time they wrestle one another the matches get longer and much better and tonight with so much on the lone everyone is almost promised that this match is going to be amazing. Antonio Cesaro wastes little time as he speaks up straight away about his match tonight. Antonio Cesaro: Honestly I have been so busy that I have almost forgotten that I am even booked in a match against Derrick Bateman, he has not done anything so far to make it seem like he is bothered about wrestling me again. The stacks are high that’s for sure, but I have defeated this man before when it mattered and I am going to do it again. Right now at this very moment I am not really looking at the match against Derrick Bateman, I am looking beyond that, to the main event, that’s the match that matters. When I win my match against Derrick Bateman I go straight to the main event of the show to wrestle for the TCW world heavyweight championship, that’s what my mind is on, that’s what I am focused on, that what really matters Todd. CM Punk and Brain Kendrick are going to wrestle to open the show, one of them is going to the main event along with me and the other is going home and honestly it does not matter which one gets to the main event, the end result is never in doubt, I am walking away with the TCW world heavyweight championship no matter who I face. Sure I would rather want to face CM Punk, to prove to him that he is nothing special, but on the other hand Brain Kendrick does hold a victory over me and getting revenge on him would be perfect. But I don’t know which one of them wants it more, I am just going to have to wait and see what happens. But I want you to know Todd no matter how things go down tonight, Derrick Bateman is not making it past me tonight. Antonio Cesaro then looks away from Todd Grisham and closes his eyes as Aksana places her hand on his lap and rubs it trying to do whatever she can to calm him down and prepare him for possibly two matches tonight. Todd Gri-sham merely watches them as he then wastes little time as he speaks up once again to Antonio Cesaro. Todd Grisham: To be honest with you for a moment, people are saying that you are the odds on favourite to lose your match tonight against Derrick Bateman. Everyone knows that Derrick Bateman has defeated you a handful of times and you only managed to defeat him in a tag team match. It would be interesting to see you going against CM Punk for the title in the main event, but everyone is putting money on it being Brain Kendrick going against Derrick Bateman for the title, how do you feel about that? Suddenly, Antonio Cesaro looks at Todd Grisham angrily. He was not pleased at all with what he had said to him. His hand slams down onto Aksana hand as he throws it off himself as he pushes himself up to look Todd Grisham right in the eyes as he speaks to him. Antonio Cesaro: Are you suggesting I am not going to defeat Derrick Bateman? Is that what the money is on then? Is that what everyone is saying behind my back that I don’t have what it takes to defeat that joke of a wres-tler! Let me tell, you this Todd your lucky I don’t break your neck for talking down to me like that, for disrespect-ing my skills like that. I have more talent in my big toe than Derrick Bateman and Brain Kendrick have combined. If people want to put money on Derrick Bateman and Brian Kendrick getting to the main event ahead of me then there are going to be a lot of broke people out there. Todd Grisham: No. Antonio Cesaro, I honestly wasn't trying to insult you or your skills please let me explain myself I was not trying to say that you are going to get defeated tonight I was only letting you know what other people were saying about you, just to let you know. Antonio Cesaro: Todd let me make this clear to you, I don’t care what you have to say, what anyone else has to say about me, all that matters is what happens in the ring and I am going to leave everything in the ring tonight. Everyone can go out of their way to trash talk and do whatever they want, but when the bell rings it is going to be a different story. I know I have what it takes to do this tonight, I will not be denied what is rightfully mine. I am go-ing to do whatever I can to walk out with the TCW world heavyweight championship and Todd if you were a smart betting man I expect you to not do what everyone else is doing, I expect you to put your money on me. So now Todd please do me one last favour and get the hell out of my locker room, we are done here. Antonio Cesaro remains there standing firm as he then raises his hand Todd Grisham flinches as he believed he was going to hit struck, but Antonio Cesaro points to the door. Todd Grisham hangs his head as he then turns around and walks away from Antonio Cesaro and out of the locker room, Antonio Cesaro then speaks up as Todd Grisham lingers at the doorway. Antonio Cesaro: Don’t let the door hit you on the way out you idiot. With that Todd Grisham just sighs as he actually gets the courage to slam the door behind him, this did not affect Antonio Cesaro one bit as he sat back down beside Aksana and just stares at the wall, thinking about tonight and if Todd Grisham was right about what could happen to him tonight. The camera then fades to black and moves onto the next segment.
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RLFierro <(o.o<) high on "N" total posts: 818 since: Jun 2003	Nov 03, 12 at 10:51am ^ re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
	Dean Ambrose w/ Layla Heel 3/6/0 The scene opens with a clearly frustrated Dean Ambrose lacing up his wrestling boots. Pulling the strings through quickly and roughly, he suddenly pulled too hard and a shock of pain came over his face as he held his abdomen. His ribs are wrapped up with bandages after the brutal assault from Alex Riley this past show. Behind Ambrose, stood Layla. She was running her fingers through Dean's hair, looking down at her man with a worried look upon her face, but neither were saying a word. It seemed as though all that was running through Dean's mind was his match here tonight. A No Holds Barred match. Dean had been in plenty of the hardcore-type matches and was very successful due to his brutality. However, going into this match against your arch-nemesis is an entire different story. He would have to play smart and not just rely on brutality alone. Dean finished tying up his boots and stared straight forward with a look of concentration on his face. He leaned back in the chair and stared forward. Suddenly, Layla spoke, breaking that concentration. Layla: You okay baby? Dean Ambrose: Does it look like I'm okay Layla? The calm tone in Dean's voice gives away that he is too focused to react any other way towards Layla's question. She continues to rub her fingers through his hair, not retaliating to Dean's answer. She can clearly see he's too focused right now and decides to keep her mouth shut. Dean, however, stares straight into the camera for the first time and begins to speak. Dean Ambrose: Zero Tolerance. The name itself fits with our match, Alex. We have zero tolerance for one another. One of us has to give in here tonight, in one of the most brutal matches in wrestling history. No Holds Barred means anything goes. It's propelled careers to extraordinary lengths and on the opposite end of that spectrum, ended them dead in their tracks. You and I will walk into this match throwing fists, smacking each other with chairs, slamming through tables, tearing the building to shreds, until there is a victor. A man standing tall with his hand held high over his opponent's lifeless body. That man will be me, Alex. For the first time, a smirk comes across Dean's face. He smiles and shows off the pearly whites as Layla begins to grin herself. They both knew tonight would be a huge night and Ambrose just laid it all out on the table. Would Riley respond to Ambrose's comments or would he let all the talking be settled in their brawl tonight? Only time would tell. Dean grabbed onto his woman and pulled her on top of his lap. She wrapped her arms around Dean's neck and the two began to roughly make out. Dean pulls away after a few seconds and begins to speak again. Dean Ambrose: For two months, I've decimated you. Gave you multiply losses, stole the love of your life, sent your mentor and you to the hospital. Last week, you shocked me. I didn't think you had it in you. You smacked that lead pipe into my ribs, you felt a victory. However, you erupted a fire within me. A fire that won't go out until I've beaten you to one last breath! Tonight, I rid you from my life, Layla's life, and every person walking this Earth's lives. I just hope you're ready to say goodbye after walking through hell with me. Payback is a bitch, Alex and she visits you tonight. Layla lets out a slight chuckle as Dean stares into the camera with those unpredictable eyes. A small grin can be seen from his face as he pushes for Layla to get up. The two stand up and lock lips one last time. She walks off with a spank from Dean which makes her laugh. Dean grabs something off the hangar behind him. He turns his back to the camera and pulls over a black denim jacket. The scene suddenly fades to black.
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The Voiceless Czar Guru member: postin' posse total posts: 552 since: Jul 2012	Nov 03, 12 at 12:00pm ^ Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
	You think you know me! Edge runs down the ramp and into the ring which has 3 stools, a TV, and the ring mat has the cutting edge symbol in the center. Edge: "Welcome... To the Cutting Edge! Tonight we have a guest who... Won his match at Path to Destiny... After the person he pinned took out the other person with a spear through a table. He is Alex... Riley!" Say It to My Face" blasts over the loudspeakers, and the crowd erupts. A-Ry comes out, white towel tossed over his shoulder, and a smile letting all the kiddies know that he's here with a lot to say. He enters the ring and grabs a microphone, sitting in the seat next to Edge. He looks over to him. Alex Riley: "So, Edge, thanks for having me." Edge smiles and starts speaking as the fans chant Alex Riley and Edge simultaneously. Edge: "Well Alex, its my pleasure. Well you've seen your match card for Zero Tolerence. So what do you think will happen?" Alex Riley: "Well, Edge, with the atmosphere set up from your awesome win in that nine man battle royal, I'm guessing we'll have a pretty rockin' show!" The crowd cheer as A-Ry endorses a man who was once considered an enemy. None of them are surprised though, as it only makes sense. Alex Riley has his sights set on but one enemy - That enemy was Dean Ambrose. Alex Riley: "And then, Edge, later in the night I'm going to take on Dean Ambrose in a No Holds Barred match. So, what do I think is going to happen? I think that I'm going to tear Dean Ambrose limb from limb. I know this is his thing, this barbaric match type. But you see, Dean's lacking something I have. And no, the answer isn't Layla. It's a heart. Dean Ambrose has made his way in this business by attacking old men who can't defend themselves. He's become the Most Hated Man in TCW by using typical 'heel tactics'. Stealing the girl, attacking from behind, overall cheating, getting in the hero's head... You know all about heel tactics Edge! " Edge looks into the crowd as they chant, "Rated R! Superstar!" and he does his trademark taunt to the crowd. Alex Riley: "I know all about those tactics too. And that's why I can beat Dean Ambrose. But that's not what a No Holds Barred match is about. Winning? No. It's about bloodshed. It's about having the balls to put your life out on the line. It's about being a man! Win or lose, I will be the better man, and Dean Ambrose will not walk out of there on his own two feet!" Edge nods as he agrees with A-Ry Edge: "Well I agree with you there mate. He is the most hated man in TCW! And I know all about Heel tactics. That is why they call me The Ultimate Oppotunist! But I also know what its like to be the most hated person in the business. Back in WWE, I was the most hated person... Then became the most loved. I was the face of WWE and I will be the face of TCW too. But enough about me Alex, what about Layla?" Riley smiles at the crowd, as they all start chanting, "Slut! Slut! Slut!" He shakes his head at the crowd and speaks again. Alex Riley: "Edge, I know what they call you. You're an inspiration. But about Layla... She broke my heart. But... I can't say I hate her. I know she's been brainwashed by Dean Ambrose. Part of me still loves her..." The crowd boos and yells "Slut!" some more. Alex Riley: "It's not so easy loving someone for so long, and then having them leave you like that. Especially when it wasn't under their own free will, but because of a madman. A madman I will make pay." Edge: "Ahh... This reminds me about Lita and Matt Hardy... I stole Lita, Matt got angry and well, look at what happened... But i dont think you need Layla. She left you... For well a better man. Don't get me wrong Alex. Your alot better than Derrick in many ways but... He has that charisma... The tactics... They were what made me successful in this buisness... They made ric flair successful... You need to move on. I dont hate you, infact despit our rivalry a while back, i respect you. Even if you did hire guys to take people out. But remember alex. Im a WWE Hall of Famer... So i suggest you listen to me. Infact, join me. We will make a new Evolution. Ric Flair, Alex Riley, and Edge!" Alex Riley simply smiles. Alex Riley: "Edge, not many people would just blatantly tell a man that his ex-girlfriend left him for a better man. And most people wouldn't follow it with also saying that man was more successful. And never ever, would a person be talking about Dean Ambrose. And... even then, not many people would then ask to team up with him in the future. But I guess you are Edge, it's just what you do. But..." He pushes Edge hard into the stool, and Edge stumbles as it falls to the ground. Edge stomps back to the middle of the ring, face to face with Alex Riley. Alex Riley: "Edge, no, I don't want to team up with you for Evolution, or any other team for that matter.But you're taking what I said earlier in the night as initiative. I like that. Stand beside me! Not in a team necessarily, but stand up for what this business is all about. The Congregation, The Union, Wade Barrett, and Dean Ambrose are all trying to put us down and revolutionize this business for the worst. It's our job to be the heroes for these people, but I think you can do better on your own. Good luck in your battle royal, pal." Alex Riley sticks his hand out to shake hands. Edge pushes Alex Riley, not one to let something go. Alex Riley looks ready to fight Edge, but the look dissolves as he sees the smile on Edge's face. He extends his hand to shake Alex Riley's, and they wish each other good luck. Edge exits his own ring as his music plays and the screen fades to black.
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RLFierro <(o.o<) high on "N" total posts: 818 since: Jun 2003	Nov 03, 12 at 2:16pm ^ re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
	THIS RP IS BROUGHT TO YOU BY: RLFierro, The Voiceless, and ADA 2 The air inside the Amway Center couldn't be described by a temperature tonight. No, there was a certain feel, but nothing tangible. It was an electricity. A force. The sheer toxin of being in the TCW arena with Zero Tolerance lit up above the stage was enough to take the breath of everyone in attendance away. Young and old, men and women, they all had that same pressure in their chests, that same pounding in their heart. They couldn't wait for their hero to come onto the stage and win them over! So when the PA System started belting out the Word of the Lord, all the energy was aimed directly at the stage. When Bray Wyatt walked onto the stage, bible clutched in hand, all hell broke loose. Bray Wyatt: Brothers and sisters, let us bow down before our Lord! He has been good to us, especially yours truly. Tonight, he has given my brothers and I the opportunity to fight against worshipers of the Darkness. Forgive them Lord, for they know not what they do! They've been brainwashed by a Deadman who sold his soul to Beelzebub to walk your Earth. Paul Burchill is a sick man and he needs your guidance, Lord! I will be his calling here tonight. I will bless him with your power and send the demons crawling back to their Master! Mordecai speaks to false idols! He believes you have told him to join The Undertaker's cause, but that cannot be! Our Savior would never send him to the Darkness! I will teach him yet, teach him your way, Lord! Mr. Black knows not whom he even is! He fights between identities and The Undertaker promised him he would have one! I know who you truly are Tyler and this is not it! I will show you that here tonight. Bray took a few steps forward, and then two hooded figures stepped out behind him. The crowd booed even louder upon realizing that one of the hooded figures had given Bray Wyatt a win last week. Bray flashed a cocky smile as he led the hooded men to the ring. They enter the ring, and the hooded men kneel behind Bray, reminiscent of the promo last week involving the Undertaker. Bray Wyatt: Finally, you have the man behind it all. The man pressuring these young men into his ways and taking away their everlasting souls! A soul our Lord gave them! The Undertaker. He is the Prince of Darkness. Well Deadman, I'm the right hand of our Savior. I am the Prince of Light and light will always triumph over darkness! You and your worshipers will learn tonight, whether that be the easy way or the hard way. I can promise you that. I will not be alone in my journey here tonight. He has given me soldiers, soldiers to do His bidding against the evils in this company, starting tonight! Bray now laid his hand on the brim of the first man's hood! He pulled it back swiftly, revealing Tyson Kidd, who was looking up towards the ceiling. Bray handed him the microphone and Tyson put it to his mouth. His eyes never left the ceiling. Tyson Kidd: Lord! Please grant me the strength to overcome this evil! As I dig to the depths of Hell to battle the souls of Mordecai, Tyler Black, and Paul Burchill, please give me the lungs not to drown in the sludge of pure sin! Please give me the strength to swim back to the surface! Please lord, allow me to punish these men for their sins, so Brother Bray can save them for you! For us! Amen! Wyatt places the Holy Bible onto his brother's forehead and Tyson begins to shake! Feeling the power of their Lord coursing through him! The crowd couldn't believe what they were seeing, in total silence as Bray grabbed a hold of Tyson and lifted him up to his feet. The two men then walked over to the last kneeling disciple and Bray laid his hand onto this man's hood and pulled back swiftly! The crowd was in shock when it was revealed to be none other than Ted DiBiase! DiBiase let out a grin as he looked out towards the arena before setting his eyes onto the ceiling. Bray placed a microphone in front of DiBiase's mouth and let the man speak for the first time here tonight. Ted DiBiase: I have been broken…I have been broken for a very long time. It is only recently that I have been saved…that my soul has been given a purpose. I sunk to a new low, one that words cannot begin to describe. I wondered around like I was something special, I wasted all of my father’s money and even worse than doing that, I went ahead and wasted my talent. At one point in my career I was destined to be a top player in the wrestling business, but because of my own arrogance and cockiness I became a joke. I became nothing but a glorified jobber, someone used to make others look good and that’s not what I wanted to be. Because of this I sank into depression and I lost my job. I had no money, no purpose and no meaning. My own family would not take me back in, because I destroyed the family name and legacy with the things that I had done. My life was going nowhere until I was given a purpose. Bray Wyatt found me in the streets and he saved me. He cleansed my wounds and healed my soul and because of what he done he once again gave me a purpose and it is for that reason I am here now, standing by his side as a loyal servant to do his wishes and to fulfil his dreams, because I owe this man my life. The people in the crowd would then start to boo Ted DiBiase as they cannot believe he has sunk to this low and joined with Bray Wyatt. The fans start to chant that Ted DiBiase sucks, but a smirk just crawls over his face as he ignores them as he continues to speak down into the microphone that Bray Wyatt holds out to him. Ted DiBiase: I am here to serve this man and bring upon the light. Darkness is consuming TCW and evil is everywhere and you people are to blond to see what is happening. The Undertaker is a disease, he is a cancer and he is the darkness of TCW. The only thing that can do battle with this growing darkness is the light and all he face the light shall fall. The Undertaker shall send his servants to fight in his place, but no matter who he sends or how many he sends they shall fall to us. Mordecai, Tyler Black, and Paul Burchill have been blinded by the darkness. They have been tempted by the devil himself and they follow a false idol and they will pay with the careers and there life’s for making such a fatal mistake. Tonight you fans will witness the battle between the forces of the light and the forces of the darkness and when the dust settles only one will be left standing and as you all know the light always consumes darkness. Wyatt began to do the same thing he did to Tyson and laid the Holy Bible onto DiBiase's forehead. DiBiase didn't shake, but his veins were suddenly popping out and he began to shout! He could feel the power as well! Bray and Tyson picked up their brother and stood him up as the three men were all now beside one another. Bray, whom was standing in between his two brothers held the microphone between his hands and placed his hands into a praying motion with the microphone in front of his mouth. His brothers did the same as Bray began to pray. Bray Wyatt: Our Father who art in heaven. Hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done. On Earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses. As we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation. But deliver us from evil. For thine is the kingdom, the power and the glory. For ever and ever. Amen. As Bray was speaking, his brothers were mouthing his words. They all shouted "Amen" together as Tyson and DiBiase dropped to their knees with their arms stretched out. They were staring at the ceiling again, praising his name. Wyatt, however was standing and stretched his arms out as well. He was looking at the crowd with a grin on his face as he dropped the microphone to the steel entrance way. The crowd still wasn't having any of it and booed at these men, who paid no attention to them. The final image is of these three men in their poses as the scene fades to black.
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Disenchanted Who's This Woman In My Bed?! Neolithic total posts: 6312 since: Jul 2008	Nov 03, 12 at 3:48pm ^ Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
	The Brian Kendrick - - - - - - - - - The scene opens on an interview set backdrop, the camera zoomed right in on the ‘TCW Presents: Zero Tolerance’ logo that is painted onto the back wall. The audience in the arena auditorium watch on the titan-tron, and erupt with cheers at the sight of the logo, excited to be in live attendance at one of the biggest Professional Wrestling events of the year. The camera slowly begins to zoom out, and the massive cheers instantly turn to boos as the beaming face of one, Paul Heyman, appears on the screen. He chuckles as he hears the reaction from inside the arena, and the camera continues to zoom. Eventually, we see the faces of The Brian Kendrick and Ryback appear in shot, and eventually the newest member of the TCW’s biggest threat; Stone Cold Steve Austin. The Texas Rattlesnake smirks as he hears the boos intensify at the sight of his face, before glancing over at Kendrick who is also smirking at the reaction. Ryback, of course, stays motionless, glaring directly into the camera lens, his piercing stare jumping out of the screen and grabbing ahold of anybody that makes the mistake of staring back. The camera eventually stops zooming on a shot of all four members of The Union standing side by side, staring into the camera. After a few moments of absorbing the heat, Paul Heyman slowly raises the microphone, lifting it up towards his mouth and taking several deep breaths before eventually speaking, addressing the thousands in attendance, and the millions watching at home. Paul Heyman: Ladies and Gentlemen... You are looking at the most powerful collection of Superstars, in this entire industry today. Three men with incredible athletic ability, intelligence, integrity and skill, each man individually having what it takes to succeed at the highest level this business has to offer. One of these men has indeed accomplished that, time and time again. The legendary Rattlesnake, who stands beside us with his head held high, proud that he has made the correct decision. Proud that he has made the decision to stand against the tyrant that runs this organization, not beside him. Proud that he stands here, with The Union, as The Sheriff of Total Championship Wrestling. The Ryback, the most incredible, remarkable physical specimen in the history of Pro Wrestling. The man who can turn over a car with his bare hands, and rip someone’s head clean off with a lariat. Finally, the crowning glory, the centerpiece of this Union of superstars, the place where it all started, and all will end. Your future TCW World Heavyweight Champion... The Brian Kendrick! Kendrick raises his head proudly, looking out above the camera to something in an imaginary space, as the audience boo wildly at the mention of his name. He scoffs, before smirking and looking down the camera, the arrogance pouring out of him in buckets. He pulls his hair out of his eyes and lets out a deep sigh, glancing across at Heyman and shrugging his shoulders, unable to find a logical explanation for why people are booing such a noble group of superstars. Heyman shrugs back at Kendrick, before lifting the microphone up to his mouth and speaking once again. Paul Heyman: Tonight, is the first night in the rest of all of our lives. The first night of a completely new era in this industry. The first night in a movement that will change the destiny of the business that every single one of us know, and love. When The Brian Kendrick finally captures the Championship, like he so deserves, it will be the first step in The Union’s master plan to take over this company, and make everything more fair for all of us. Vince McMahon and his tyranny will eventually come to an end at our hands, and everybody will be singing our names at the top of their lungs when it does! We all know what he does to people, we’ve all seen how he’s behaved towards us, and towards Brian over the last few weeks, and it is not acceptable. It’s only a matter of time before he turns his focus towards somebody else, and they start complaining because it’s them. We’re not going to allow it. We’re going to stop this man, if it kills us. Vince McMahon will be dead in the water by the time we have our way, and it’s only a matter of time before we do. We are The Union, and he will not defeat us! Heyman, by this point, is sweating profusely, his passion coming through in his words and his face turning a deep shade of scarlet as he takes very few breaths and his blood has to work hard to make it all the way around his body. He glares down the camera, breathing slowly as his face returns to it’s normal color, before he passes the microphone to Stone Cold Steve Austin, which elicits an incredibly loud boo from the fans. He smirks slightly, and shakes his head, before raising the microphone to his mouth. Stone Cold Steve Austin: Now, Stone Cold knows there’s a whole lot of people who ain’t happy about how he handled himself last Monday night on WarZone, but Stone Cold has some news for ya’. He doesn’t give a shit what you people think about him. He doesn’t give one tiny little rats ass about whether you like him or not, he just cares about what’s right? What? What’s right? What’s right is that Vince McMahon gets the hell out of this company, because time and time again he’s gotten in the way of people who deserve a fair shot at what they earned. People like you get behind that Son of a Bitch, thinking that he’s been around so damn long he obviously knows what’s right... Eh ehh! Vince McMahon is the same asshole he’s always been, he’s still screwing things up all over TCW, just like he did in every other damn place that people have let him run. Making mistakes all over, for example, writing me out an iron clad contract no more than ten days ago, giving me unquestioned power on WarZone as the TCW Sheriff! I can do what the hell I want, and by connection, so can my brothers in The Union. We’re gonna run this show Vince, and there ain’t a damn thing you can do about it! What? What? What?! The audience continue to boo Austin, very rarely stopping throughout the speech, though being so far away from the fans themselves the sound was very much dulled, which allowed Austin to continue speaking. The booing intensifies once again and he shakes his head, before flipping the bird at the camera with a chuckle. He tosses the microphone over to The Brian Kendrick, who smirks as it becomes his turn to face the booing of the capacity audience. He pulls his hair out of his eyes once again and rolls his tongue around inside of his mouth, before looking down at the ground. He takes a few long, deep breaths, before looking back up and facing the camera directly. The Brian Kendrick: Tonight... I’m going to achieve something that has eluded me for so many years of my career. Thirteen years I’ve been doing this. Thirteen years. And for all of those thirteen years, there’s been that one thing I’ve always wanted to accomplish, and dammit I’ve always known I’m good enough. So for it to have escaped my clutches time, after time, after time, I’d be lying to you if I told you that I’d never doubted myself. Tonight, I’m in the best physical shape of my life. I have the greatest group of superstars around me that I could ever have wished for, and every one of them is going to be at ringside with me in the Main Event of Zero Tolerance, for the TCW World Heavyweight Championship... And finally, finally, tonight... I achieve my destiny. I don’t care if I’m in there with Derrick Bateman, I don’t care if I’m in there with Antonio Cesaro... I will be the TCW Champion, you won’t stop me, you won’t stop us. You won’t stop The Union. I can hear people saying it now, ‘but Brian, what about CM Punk?‘. Well, what about CM Punk? I’ve beaten him before, and I promise you I’ll beat him again. Nobody is going to stop me from finally doing the one thing I could never do, not even Vince McMahon himself! I don’t care what he does, he can’t hold me down any longer, there’s nothing he can do anymore. This isn’t just my night, it’s The Union’s night. The beginning of forever. Destiny. Kendrick looks off lovingly into the distance at something off camera, letting out a deep sigh as the rest of his stable nod in agreement. He turns to face Heyman and Austin, who both continue to nod, and urge him to continue talking. Kendrick shakes his head, wanting to focus on his match(es) later in the evening, but almost out of nowhere seems to have a brainwave. He raises his hand towards the camera, pointing down the lens at someone unknown, before lifting the microphone to his mouth again. The Brian Kendrick: One more thing, I know everybody out there saw me talking to the legendary Shawn Michaels earlier, but I gotta tell you all one damn thing. If he even thinks about getting involved in either of my matches tonight, he’s gonna wish for damn sure that he’d never stepped foot inside this arena tonight! That old, hypocritical Son of a Bitch tried to ruin my night, and I’d be willing to bet good money he isn’t done there. I don’t care if I pissed you off, HBK. I don’t care if I insulted you, or your life, or your legacy or whatever you wanna call that pathetic lump of crap you carry around with you and try and pretend is a good thing, you stay out of our way or it’ll be the last time you ever step inside a squared-circle. You’re exactly like me, Shawn, and I think you know that. Don’t be an idiot. If you can’t beat The Union, join The Union! With that, Kendrick drops the microphone onto the floor with a thud, before nodding away from the camera to his cohorts. Kendrick leads the way, sauntering off with his allies close behind. He pauses for a few moments, turning back towards the camera and motioning an imaginary Championship Belt around his waist, before scoffing, and continuing on his way. The Union are stronger than ever, will they be able to capture the TCW Championship tonight?
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killer iPod Seeketh Maximus since: Apr 2008	Nov 03, 12 at 5:42pm ^ re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
	November Edition -- -- Right, if you don't pay attention to the fine details you may not know I'm actually the co-chairman and have been since the RP started. I've been reading along and doing my part behind the scenes. You don't know how frustrating it is having to sit on the sidelines and not be able to offer help, reply to anyone, or lay down the law. I just wanted to tell that Joey Hynes to piss off, haha. This month has been pretty good, just like last. The only negative I can throw out there is the lack of segments actually being sent in for the shows. Imagine watching Raw every Monday Night and not seeing any backstage segments, no in-ring altercations, etc. You can further storylines in various different ways via segments. You can't RP doing a post-match attack after all. We tend to reward people who go that extra mile as well. Whether it be a push up the card, or something like a title shot, you're more likely to get there with an awesome, gripping, unique storyline rather than going unbeaten for 2 months but your RPs only ever consisting of "yo, insert opponents name here I'm gonna beat you this week". Keep up the good work everyone, it's been awesome. Here's to another great PPV (hopefully haha). - TCW Chairman; killer iPod -- -- The roleplay of the month this week goes too Disenchanted! For this piece: Spoiler: The Brian Kendrick - - - - - - - - - The scene opens on a smirk. A set of pearly white teeth, spread into a cocky grin that stretches across the lower half of a man’s face, painting an immediate picture of the type of figure we’re following at this time. The smirk bobs up and down, showing that the owner is in motion, and occasionally the glistening of spit moving around in the mouth catches the eye of the viewer. Slowly, the camera zooms out and we see other features moving into shot. A pair of piercing eyes, glaring ahead of himself as he moves. Long, blonde hair that reaches the shoulders of the man. A small goatee, stretching from below the nose all the way down to the chin. It is by now, perfectly clear who is standing in front of us. One of the four men remaining in the TCW series, which began some two months ago with almost everybody on the roster. CM Punk, Derrick Bateman and Antonio Cesaro remain... As well as this man. The Brian Kendrick. One of the favorites to capture the TCW World Heavyweight Championship, and who can be surprised? With an ever growing Union standing behind him, he looks unstoppable at the moment. However, he does have one major essence standing in his way. Something of a blockade, that he seems to have sidestepped a few times, but will he ultimately get past it? The most powerful blockade in Sports Entertainment today, Vincent Kennedy McMahon. Although, unfortunately for the Chairman, his new Sheriff turned his back on him immediately, and joined The Union, stating that he is, in fact, a ‘Paul Heyman guy’. As we return to the present, the smirk continues to be painted across the face of The Brian Kendrick, as we zoom back further still to reveal a different outfit to normal, wearing a black t-shirt with ‘The Union’ in bold white writing across the front. He wears long tights for the first time, a lightning bolt design running up the side and his name emblazoned in golden writing. He saunters around a corner with an air of pure arrogance emanating from every pore on his body, before slowly grinding to a halt. He tilts his head to the side, gazing quizzically ahead of him, and as the camera moves around to show what he is looking at, it becomes clear why he is so bemused. The smirk doesn’t leave his face as he approaches none-other-than Wrestling Legend (not to mention Kendrick’s trainer and original mentor), The Heart Break Kid, Shawn Michaels. HBK turns his head away from his phone on which he was typing something in, and smiles at Kendrick, clearly happy to see his former pupil. Kendrick continues to approach Michaels, before stopping beside him and letting out a chuckle. The Brian Kendrick: So... What do you think? Shawn Michaels: About what? Michaels spits out in response, his mood immediately changing from happy to frustrated upon Kendrick’s initial statement. Clearly expecting some kind of polite small-talk, but instead being met with an arrogant statement of self-praise, Michaels turns to walk away, presuming that the conversation has ended as quickly as it began. As he turns away though, Kendrick grabs him by the arm and spins him back to face him, staring into his eyes as his eyebrow crinkles and the smirk disappears from his mouth, replaced by a look of disdain and incomprehension. The Brian Kendrick: What the hell is your problem? I asked you a damn question, is it really that much to ask for an answer? You think because you’re some kind of legend to people you don’t have to waste your time talking to the likes of me? News-flash, Shawn, I’m well on track to becoming as big, if not bigger than you are. Tonight, I’m winning the TCW Championship. If that isn’t something you can respect than you can get the hell out of my face, and get the hell out of my arena. I’m not having you bring me down on a night like tonight. This time, Kendrick is the man to turn to walk away, assuming the conversation is done with his strong words aimed at his former mentor. He keeps walking, muttering under his breath in frustration, until he is stopped by a sigh from HBK. He turns his head to face the legend, who shakes his head in response. Kendrick turns back towards the older man, and starts walking towards him, a half-smirk moving across one half of his mouth. Michaels watches intently as Kendrick approaches him, unsure of what exactly is to come his way. Kendrick stops a couple of feet away from Michaels, glaring at him from close range, clearly unimpressed at Michaels’ insubordination. The Brian Kendrick: Is there a problem? I might be mistaken here, but it looked like you were shaking your head at me just now. What gives you the right to walk into my building, on my night, and start treating me without any respect? You might not wanna accept it because you’re living in some kind of bubble, where you’re fifteen years ago and people still give two shits about the Heart Break Kid! People don’t care about you anymore, you’re gonna have to accept that. You’re also gonna have to accept that I’m a big deal, I’m undefeated in TCW so far, and I’m gonna remain that way for a long-ass time, because I’ve beaten everybody there is to beat. I don’t care what anybody else claims, I’m the best in the whole world at what I do and you need to show me a little bit of respect because of that. Are you done now? Michaels stares back at Kendrick, not moving a muscle as he glares into the eyes of his one time protégé, watching intently as the smirk slowly begins to re-emerge on the face of the youngster. Kendrick nods slowly, thinking he’s finally stopped any complaints from HBK, but as soon as he turns away, Michaels grabs his arm and pulls him back towards him. The look on Kendrick’s face is a picture as he glares down at the arm that has been grabbed by the legend, before glaring into his eyes and pulling his arm away ferociously. He takes another step towards HBK, who stands his ground completely before finally responding to the far younger combatant. Shawn Michaels: You wanna know why I’m not showing you any respect you jumped up little bastard? Because I didn’t train you to become a professional wrestler so you could go around behaving the way you have been over the last month. I didn’t take you in when you were at your lowest ebb only for you to sell out and decide you were gonna work with an asshole like Paul Heyman. I saw potential in you, and I thought you were gonna become a big thing, in the right way. In the way that I did it, working my ass off and putting my body on the line every single time I walked through the curtain, making people support me because they knew all I wanted to do was entertain them as much as I possibly could. You couldn’t care less about the people out there, all you want is personal gain, you just want that title and you don’t care how you get it, who you piss off or hurt along the way. That’s not why I trained you, and I’m not gonna respect you for cheating your way to the Championship. You don’t earn respect like that. Kendrick’s eyebrow crinkles and he flicks his head to the side, moving the hair out of his eyes. His eyes begin to narrow, and he looks around the area in confusion, hoping to find somebody else present who might have heard the same thing as he did. He lets out a brief chuckle before shaking his head, and looking back at Michaels, who stares back at him with a completely expressionless look on his face. Kendrick scoffs, before raising his hand in front of his face and staring into it for a few moments thoughtfully. The Brian Kendrick: I’m sorry, really? Like... Really? Shawn Michaels, the original degenerate, the guy who spent the first fifteen years of his career out of his mind on all kinds of drugs, is talking to me about working his ass off? Telling me that I’m not behaving the way a professional wrestler should behave? I genuinely cannot believe what I’m hearing. You hit the big time for one reason, and one reason only. As a cheat, and a scumbag. People hated you, Shawn, you know that as well as I do. You think I don’t know shit about the business before I started wrestling? You were a complete wreck, you walked all over anybody you could to achieve what you wanted to achieve. You were apart of the big, bad Kliq, the group of guys that worked with each other and nobody else, that made sure things happened their way or no way at all. You, you were the driving force behind the most piece of shit move in this history of this business, the Montreal Screwjob. You know what? You talk as though you’re some kind of authority on this shit, and you’re losing respect for me and disappointed in me for not following your path, but what you don’t even understand is that I completely and totally model myself on you. I idolize you, but not the you that found God and starting taking the high ground and being an all around nice guy... The you that screwed Bret Hart. The you that humped the Canadian Flag in Canada and drew some of the most amazing heat I’ve ever seen drawn from an audience. The Heart Break Kid who made Hulk freakin’ Hogan look like a complete tool by flailing around all over the place and pandering to his over the top bullshit. You shouldn’t be talking about losing respect for me, you should be more worried about people like me who base themselves on you, losing complete respect for you! Kendrick glares into the eyes of Michaels, who returns his gaze, still not phased by Kendrick’s behavior and showing no emotion at all throughout the confrontation. Kendrick scoffs once again, before looking HBK up and down condescendingly, and shaking his head once again. Michaels, now looking somewhat dejected, lets out a sigh and shakes his head, before turning away from Kendrick and walking slowly away down the corridor, defeated. He stops, before turning his head and looking back towards Kendrick. Shawn Michaels: The guy who is only in it for himself is still inside of me. The Kliq got by on working closely with Vince McMahon. Keep in mind what McMahon thinks of you right now before you start running your mouth off at me. Kendrick’s eyes widen slightly as the reality of Michaels’ words become clear in his mind. He scowls as he watches the hall of famer walk away, before letting out a frustrated exhalation of breath and reaching into his tight. He pulls out his cellphone and dials a number, although the camera fades to black before we get to figure out who it is Kendrick is calling... Whether Kendrick will win his match and progress to the final still remains to be seen. -- -- The Brian Kendrick Vs. Derrick Bateman Vs. CM Punk With the series hotting up and Bateman pulling away, he could have furthered his lead with a win over these two opponents. Alas, Brian Kendrick was victorious after a Superkick out of nowhere! This match could prove vital come Sunday night. Had Kendrick not won, Bateman may have already cemented the top spot, thus earning the right to pick the Main Events stipulation. -- -- Darren Ambrose Vs. Alex Riley These two men have a profound hatred for one another. It all started when Dean Ambrose kidnapped Alex Riley's girlfriend, Layla. Ambrose would then get into A-Ry's mind after attacking his mentor and best friend, Ric Flair, sending Flair to the hospital after Ric tried to free Layla from Ambrose's clutches. They would finally meet one on one in a match and Riley almost had the win until Layla came running down the ring and stabbed Dean's railroad spike into Riley's forehead. Ambrose followed up with a crippling Knee Trembler, sending Riley to the hospital as well. Riley made his epic return on the last addition of WarZone, brutally assaulting Ambrose and announcing a match between the two at Zero Tolerance. A No Holds Barred match, at that. These two men would do battle at Zero Tolerance and it would be the end of the feud and quite possibly, the end of one another. Who would walk out victorious in this sure to be ferocious battle? -- -- Dropping out from last month; Antonio Cesaro (3rd), John Cena (4th) -- -- TCW World Championship Series 85 55 30 20 A win for Kendrick definitely sends him into the final against Bateman. CM Punk, regardless of his result against The Brian Kendrick, will not be making the final. If he secures the 30 points he'll be left on 50, still 5 short of 2nd place. Cesaro needs results to go his way. He needs Punk to beat Kendrick, as well as beating Bateman himself. Who will Bateman be going up against in the Main Event? -- -- Another member of the Hall of Fame has returned. This months Blast From The Past is on none other than Slim Jim. He was part of the first set of Seekers to be inducted into the Hall of Fame in 2005. quote Slim Jim Wrestler: Matt Hardy Disposition: Tweener W/L/D: 0/0/0 The WWE cameras in the arena pan to the TitanTron. The image of Matt Hardy driving a car appears on the screen, it seems this is amateur footage. "Dammit Jeff, put the damn camera away." "Why? Scared you might break it?" "...little brother, don't push me. Which road do I need to take?" "I don't know. Hey Matt...smile!" Jeff shoves the camera right into Matt's face, giving the audience a close up view of inside Matt's nose. Matt shoves the camera away. "Jeff, look at the map, I need to know which turn to take." "Fine." Jeff puts the camera down on the dashboard, so it now shows both Hardys. He reaches under his seat and searches around. He pulls out the map and opens it up, somehow magically to the right page. "Okay, take the next right. Oh, wait, no, the next left. Hold on, definitely the next right." Jeff begins spinning the map round, clearly confused by all the different coloured lines. Matt snatches it from him and looks at it himself. "We need to go straight on." Matt continues straight on before reaching a T Junction. He looks around at the signs and sees one for an arena. He assumes this must be where RAW is tonight and hangs a left. The Hardys continue in silence for a few minutes before Jeff pipes up, "You know Matt, I think you oughta try bright purple hair." "What?" "Bright purple, man. I think it would work." "Where the hell did that come from?" "Where the hell does anything come from?" There is an awkward silence as Matt drives on. Matt is the one to break the silence this time, "Freak." Suddenly the car stops. "Alright, we're here, get out" "No, YOU get out" There is another pause between the two brothers. Out of nowhere Matt's hand flies in front of the camera and slaps Jeff. Jeff holds his cheek and leaves the car. As Matt pulls away Jeff grabs the map from the car. Matt reverses and stares at his brother, "Jeff, gimme the map" "No" "Gimme the map" "No" "Yes" "No" "That's it" Matt jumps out of the car and begins to chase Jeff, who tears off down the car park. The chase is being picked up by the camera through the back window of the car. Matt follows him between all the cars. Jeff slides across the bonnet of a red Ferrari and sprints back to the Hardys car. He climbs in and locks all the doors and closes the windows. Matt comes running up to the door and begins to bang against the window. Jeff picks up the camera and points it straight at Matt, who is red in the face. "Jeff get out" "No" "Yes" "No" "Yes" "Make me" Matt disappears from view. The camera spins around as Jeff is completely confused. Suddenly the slamming of a door alerts Jeff's attention. He turns the camera to the boot and sure enough, there's Matt. He's climbed into the car via the boot. Matt clambers over the seats and into the driver's seat. "Get out" "Get out, what?" "Get out, Jeff" Jeff puts the camera back on the dashboard, so it is pointing at Matt and climbs out of the car. "Now go do your thing, I'll be back later" The screen fades from the TitanTron and the crowd are cheering and laughing. "Oh mah gawd, Jeff Hardy is here tonight, King! Ladies and Gentlemen we have to go to a commercial break but when we come back we'll try and talk to the NWA Undisputed Champion, Jeff Hardy". The screen fades to commercials. A few minutes later and RAW returns from the break. Jeff Hardy can be seen walking down a corridor backstage. The camera follows him for a short while before Jeff turns to the camera and, speaking to the cameraman, says "Can I have that? Thanks." The picture goes blurry and then goes off. An image returns just moments later. It shows Jeff Hardy in a luxury suite inside the arena, surely belonging to the McMahons. Jeff is behind the TV, doing something with the wires for the cable. He appears from behind the TV and looks at the camera, "Now, Vince, you may be wondering what exactly it is I'm doing in your luxury suite. Me and Matt aren't happy with our wage packages so we thought we'd earn a little extra cash." Jeff goes back to the set and removes the off button from the front of the TV. He then proceeds to turn the TV on using the remote. Jeff flicks through the channels before stopping on one of the home shopping channels. Right on cue a new program starts called "The Hardy Home Shopping Show". Jeff turns to the camera and grins. The unmistakable voice of Vince McMahon can be heard, earlier than Jeff had expected clearly, as he looks shocked and begins to panic. He looks around the room and sees only one means of escape. The window. Jeff opens the window and dives through it, just as the McMahons, Vince, Shane, Stephanie and Linda, walk in to the suite. Jeff free-falls from the first floor window and crashes down into a hedge. The McMahons notice the TV set and what's on. They seem confused and intrigued. Suddenly the sound of the door locking is heard and the unmistakable voice of Shane Helms can be heard, "Enjoy the show" He laughs as Vince begins to throw a fit. Vince begins shouting and screaming, calling him all the names under the sun. The other McMahons try to change the channel but there is no remote control. They soon die down and realise they have no choice but to watch the show. The theme music is just finishing and Matt Hardy appears on the screen. He speaks to his audience in his best cheesy TV presenter voice, "Hello ladies and gentlemen and welcome to The Hardy Home Shopping Show. This is no ordinary show as each week we will be LIVE from the home of a famous celebrity or celebrity family as we auction off their belongings. This week we come to you from Greenwich, Conneticut and I am standing here outside the home of The McMahon family. Yes I have driven from Virginia to Conneticut in less than an hour, unbelievable, I know. Follow me as we enter the home of one of the richest families in Sports Entertainment." Matt walks to the front door, followed by the camera. He tries the door but sadly it's locked. Matt is not deterred as he looks behind a plant pot, and sure enough he finds a key. Matt tries it in the lock and the door swings open. Matt walks in and takes a deep breath of McMahon air. He turns back to the camera "Okay, Kirby follow me around this joint. First let's see what we have in the kitchen." Matt walks aimlessly through various rooms in the house before eventually finding the kitchen. He searches through the cupboards before finding something he likes. He grins and pulls it out, "Call in now and you could have this Extra Large bottle of Steroid Shake mixture, used by Vince McMahon himself. Just $49, call now on 1-800-235-6739, that's 1-800-235-6739, call now!" Matt and Kirby both laugh. Matt puts down the Steroid Shake bottle and leaves the kitchen. Kirby follows him with the camera. Matt walks round the large house before finding the living room. Again he searches around the room, looking for something to sell. Matt finds nothing of comical value and leaves the room. He makes his way into Vince McMahon's office and begins to search through the draws. He comes across something that brings a wide smile to his face. "What we have here ladies and gentlemen are the custody papers Vince McMahon took out on his wife Linda and I am offering you the chance to buy them. You could have your very own Linda McMahon. All you need to do is change the signature from Vinnie Mac's to your own, and there you have it, you own Linda McMahon. Call right now on 1-800-235-6739 and get yourself the boss's wife, just $199, that number again: 1-800-235-6739. Call now!" Kirby can be heard laughing hard. The camera is shaking as he tries to keep it steady whilst laughing. Matt grins into the camera and leaves the room. He makes his way up the stairs of the McMahon household. Matt opens various doors before coming across what looks like the room he wants. He pushes the door open to reveal a spacious bedroom. It seems to be the bedroom of Stephanie McMahon. To Matt's amusement there are pictures of himself and Jeff on the walls. Matt looks around the room for things to sell. His gaze drops the floor and he picks up what seems like a piece of red string, "Not interested in Steroid Shakes or Linda McMahon? Then how about Stephanie McMahon's very own thong! We're pretty much giving this away at the rock bottom price of $45! Call now on 1-800-235-6739 to get this once in a life time deal. You can't by this smelly g-string anywhere else so call now on 1-800-235-6739!" Matt and Kirby erupt into stitches of laughter as Matt drops the thong. The image from the camera changes to show the floor as Kirby doubles over with laughter. Matt regains his composure and his feet leave the shot. "Kirby, camera, me, quick." Kirby brings the camera back up to the previous view to show Matt. He is holding two breast fillets in his hands, "To go with her lingerie why not also buy her replacement implants? I'm sure these have been used at least once, and guys you know what that means. Call today on 1-800-235-6739 to buy these fillets for $99." Matt's mobile phone rings and he picks it up. "It seems we have someone on the phone. Hello what's your name? .... Bilfy? Okay Bilfy what would you like to buy? ... The thong and the implants? That'll be $144. Thanks a lot for calling Bilfy, we'll get back to you after the show to take your details. Right then ladies and gentlemen, let's see what else we can find in this joint." Matt puts his phone back in his pocket and leaves the bedroom. He walks through the various hallways of the huge McMahon house before finding the next room he wants. It appears to be Shane's bedroom. Everything is mess inside, seems as if Shane has been here very recently. Matt searches the room for items to sell. He finds nothing of merit and looks downheartened. Suddenly his eyes light up and he makes his way to Shane's walk in wardrobe. Matt goes right to the back of the wardrobe and into one of the corners. His head and torso disappears from view and only his legs can be seen coming out from under some clothes. He finally reappears with a large box. Matt cracks it open and his eyes fill with delight. "I knew you couldn't be all gold, Shane. Right here we have proof that Shane O Mac isn't getting any from Marissa. This box is full to the brim with pornographic magazines so dirty we can't show them to you on this television broadcast. There must be thousands of dollars worth of pornography here and we are offering them at the earth shatteringly low price of $30. The lines are still open to call in, the number once again is 1-800-235-6739." In the distance police sirens can be heard. Matt looks stunned, "That's all we have time for here on The Hardy Home Shopping Show. We'll see you next week, the lines will remain open for the next two hours, call in for the Steroid Shakes, Linda McMahon and Shane's dirty secret." Matt sprints out of the wardrobe and runs out of the bedroom. Kirby follows, with the camera still on. The two men rush down the stairs and out of the house. They jump into Matt's car and it tears away down the road. The TV broadcast switches back to the McMahons in their suite back in the arena. All four of them, while they are incredibly embarrassed, are going absolutely ballistic. Vince is smashing things up. Shane is ranting but his words aren't comprehensible, something about all marriages going through phases like that. Linda is sobbing into her hands while Steph is screaming down the phone at someone. This fiery image of the McMahons in distress fades from the screens as RAW goes to more commercials. -- -- Bray Wyatt: I'm doing well Mr. Grisham, for I have been blessed by our Lord and Savior on this day. Todd Grisham: That's great to hear. Now, you made your debut last week against Damien Sandow, another new prospect in TCW. How did you prepare for such a match? Bray Wyatt: Well, I prepared as any man should. I prayed. I preached before my brothers and sisters. I accepted what God had in store for me and he would lead me down a path of righteousness to victory. Todd Grisham: Some would argue that you had help in that match with that masked man, now revealed to be on what most would call your lackey, Ted DiBiase. Bray Wyatt: Lackey? No sir, Ted DiBiase is just like me. Doing God's work. I just helped him reach a place of peacefulness and led him to the right path. I didn't need his assistance against Damien, but if the Lord intended it to be that way, then so it shall be. Todd Grisham: Speaking of, your "Congregation" as most are calling it, how did this come about? How do you feel your Congregation will fare against other stables such as The Union and your opponents for Zero Tolerance, The Ministry? Bray Wyatt: The Congregation came about for obvious reasons, Mr. Grisham. We are united under God. That's how we came about. I stepped into TCW and found these gentlemen. My brothers were falling on rough times. They needed guidance, so I gave it to them. We as men of God will not be held down by the likes of The Union nor The Ministry. We will prove our faith will triumph over anything here tonight against The Ministry. They seek power in their darkness. We already have power in the light. Light will always consume darkness and TCW is going through a black out, man. Todd Grisham: Okay Bray, now we'll play a game that's become a tradition in this magazine. I will name a superstar and you will describe in one word how you feel about them. Starting off with CM Punk. Bray Wyatt: Liar. Todd Grisham: Derrick Bateman. Bray Wyatt: Fool. Todd Grisham: The Brian Kendrick. Bray Wyatt: Cocky. Todd Grisham: Robert Roode. Bray Wyatt: Potential. Todd Grisham: And finally, The Congregation. Bray Wyatt: Saviors. Todd Grisham: Well, that's all the time we have. I hope you enjoyed reading and look out for Zero Tolerance and this man in action! -- -- Who does Vince have up his sleeve to defeat Orton this Sunday? Here's a few of our guesses: The Rock; Option One The Rock and Vince McMahon have a special relationship. The Rock left the business to become a big star in Hollywood and he succeeded but he owes it all to none other than Vince. Mr. McMahon offered Dwayne nothing more than an opportunity, and he took that opportunity and ran with it. Then slam dunked that opportunity as hard as he could, thus resulting in him becoming the biggest star in the business today. If Vince needs somebody to take names and kick ass, who better to call than The Rock? He's done it ALL! Could he return to TCW and dispose of Randy Orton and Eve once and for all? Kane; Option Two Vince said Orton's opponent would be returning. Kane was once under contract with TCW but has since left. Perhaps Vince has got in touch with the Big Red Machine about making a return to get rid of a former rival of his. Kane has worked for Vince for years and could be just the person to bring an end to Eve's antics. Doink The Clown; Option Three Doink and Randy ran into each other once before, with Doink coming out on top. Randy returned though, better than ever and Doink left. Could Doink really be Vince's secret weapon? Maybe. Probably not. Randy sure as hell wouldn't expect it, and that could be just what Vince wants. Is this the most likely option? Doubtful. Rob Van Dam; Option Four Fourth and final option is ECW icon; Rob Van Dam! Could Vince be looking to tap into his former extreme employees? RVD would bring a whole new game plan to the table, something totally different to the other four options. Out of all five men, Rob Van Dam would definitely make use of the No Disqualification stipulation. He made his name in ECW, dammit! If Vince is looking to go extreme and hurt Orton, as well as fire him, Rob Van Dam could very well be his man. -- -- A run through of this Sundays Pay-Per-View; Zero Tolerance! Our first Semi-Final consists of The Brian Kendrick and CM Punk. Kendrick remains unbeaten since our last PPV where as CM Punk couldn't buy a win at the moment. Punk is fighting for pride as he has already blown his chance of making it to the final. He'll be looking to put a serious dent into Brian Kendrick's TCW World Title dream. Derrick Bateman walks into this match with a place in the final already booked. He's fighting in this match to ultimately decide what the stipulation for the final will be. One man stands in his way though. Antonio Cesaro! The Swede has it all to do however. He needs Punk to win, as well as himself to earn a match against Bateman for the title. Can the Swede do it? We sure love an underdog. Bring it home Cesaro. The USA Guy will surely do his best to prevent this beautiful story though. USA! USA! USA! No prize this time around. All they're fighting for is pride! A few of them will be looking to break their awful losing streak. It should make for an awesome match. The Undertaker perhaps has all the momentum going into the match. Will his Ministry buddies be aiding him to victory? STAND BACK. THERE'S A HURRICANE COMI-- Too soon? Despite the awful scenes on the East Coast, The Hurricane insists he will compete and put all the doubters behind him. Could TCW's resident super hero be booed out of the arena? Could TCW end up in a lawsuit with an angry fan? Risky stuff indeed. After many successful title defenses, Wade steps into the ring once again to prove his is the best TV Champion of all time. Santino is looking to build on his momentum and take the title in the process. Could his special prize help him win? Or will The Barrett Barrage continue? This rivalry has been brewing for two months now and finally these men get their hands on each other. In a No Holds Barred match to boot! Layla and Ric Flair are sure to factor in this match and could be the extra fire power needed. Will these two leave with their heads held high when the match is said and done or will they continue to be at each others throats for another month. Maybe one of them has to send the other out on a stretcher to ensure no future altercations. Don't miss this one. Several stables have been formed this past month. In this match, two of them go head to head. The Congregation, lead by Bray Wyatt, take on The Ministry, without leader The Undertaker. Can Undertaker's allies send a message directly from the Deadman himself? Or will The Congregation be able to stand tall after the match and say they're the number one group in all of TCW. Something tells me this isn't the last time these two teams are in the ring together. Randy Orton, after siding with Eve Torres at the last PPV, walks into another No Disqualification match. This time however, his job is on the line! Eve has made Orton's life in TCW extremely easy since they joined up. After a 2 week vacation and a number one contenders match against a less than intimidating opponent, Vince finally decided it was time to step in and take control. Who has Vince called? Whoever it is, Vince is sure they can send Eve and Orton packing. Never to be seen in a TCW ring again. WarZone will be a much better place without Eve doing as she pleases. The Main Event! We know CM Punk won't be participating but the other three could very well be. Kendrick versus Bateman? Or Cesaro versus Bateman? I'm sure Bateman doesn't have a preference and instead is focusing on becoming the first ever TCW World Heavyweight Champion. 2 months of blood, sweat, and tears all comes to an end tomorrow night. Tomorrow history is made. Will it be Bateman, Cesaro or Kendrick standing tall at the end of the night with the World Title around their waist. What will the Series winner decide the stipulation will be? Will we see outside interference? Who knows!? You'll have to wait and see how the match unfolds. Edit: Nov 04, 12 12:22pm
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bobbpugg5 I Never Heard of Death. Resident Neo since: May 2003	Nov 03, 12 at 5:46pm ^ BATEMAN to the FUTURE!
	Derrick Bateman 7/3 ------- {This is it. This is the show two months in the making. The big PayPerView event Zero Tolerance and it there is a definite tension in the air. With the last remaining members of the TCW Series doing their last minute preparations, every single one of them is willing to pull out all the stops in order to walk out as the first ever TCW World Heavyweight Champion. Some might call it scrambling, but these men are professionals so it's referred to as "last minute preparations." In the midst of these preparations, men are lacing up their boots, applying wrist tape, listening to music, psyching themselves up, oiling themselves up (and maybe others wink wink) and just generally getting completely 100% focused for their matches tonight. The mysterious, all seeing, all-knowing TCW backstage cameras are out and about in full force, interviewing just about everyone they can find. One camera pushes it's way into a locker room (what a perv) and it just happens to be the current residence of Mr. Derrick Bateman. The Mantastic One is lacing up his boots in an otherwise empty room, tying off his laces as tight as possible to not only make sure his boots are prepared to kick some Swiss arse but to flex his sizable muscles to the "we don't see you" cameras. Suddenly, as fast as a bolt of lightning, a bolt of lightning strikes down across the room from Bateman. His shock and reaction to the bright light took his foot right off the low bench and firmly placed on the floor. This light radiates out, making Bateman put his hand up to his eyes to shield himself from the intense light. After a few moments of the light and several different spark sound effects, both die down and Bateman starts walking to the other side of the room to investigate the cause. The camera follows him as he takes a few steps forward, now some random fog and smoke hanging around the site of the massive light. Bateman stops in his tracks, the camera catching his shocked reaction at whatever is in the smoke. Slowly panning over from Derrick Bateman, the camera sees, amongst the fog and smoke a d few leftover sparks, another Derrick Bateman. What in the name of the San Diego Sharks is going on here? This second Bateman looks and is dressed exactly like the original Bateman except he is wearing sharp-edged, dark sunglasses. "Derrick," the second Derrick says, "it's you. And it's me. It's actually just…us. I'm so glad I found you here. Derrick, I am you from the future. I have traveled back from two weeks in the future to warn you about what might happen tonight." "Wait," the first Derrick interrupts. "They invented a time machine two weeks from now?" "Don't worry about that, young man," the future Derrick exclaims. "What's most important is what happens if you lose tonight. You see, I already had this match two weeks ago. I faced off against Antonio Cesaro and because of my sheer love of potassium and yellow fruits, I decided to eat a banana before the match. Oh how I regret that today. No amount of potassium could have prepared me for what was to come. You see, after I ate my banana, I saw Johnny Curtis walk by. And having no tomatoes to throw at him in protest of his bad wrestling, I instead threw my banana peel. Nailed him right in the forehead, of course." The two Bateman's pound fists in triumph of their fruit marksmanship. And, like true gentlemen, blow it up afterward. "But no one would clean up that banana peel. And while listening to 'Kansas' by Toto and shadow boxing to hype myself up, I accidentally slipped on the previously hurled banana peel. Oh was it ever painful. And with that nagging pain, I lost my match. And Cesaro went on to win the TCW Heavyweight Championship that night. Within two days, Switzerland invaded the country. They were certainly neutral no more. Armies came in disguised as the Red Cross, ya know, because of the same symbol on their flag. They took people out by the thousands, just leaving watches and chocolate in their wake. Justin Bieber became general of the armies, and he was ruthless. By the time I traveled back in time, the whole country was theirs." "Dear sweet mericful Burt Reynolds… what has become of the world?" the original Bateman asks rhetorically in shock. "On election day, they stopped everyone but Cesaro from voting. So with only 2 electoral votes, and no opposition, our new president was Antonio Cesaro. He had the TCW championship over his shoulder during press conferences. It was horrible. Derrick, young boy, this can't happen again…or I guess for the first time. The only way to stop this is by beating Cesaro tonight. Take him out of the TCW Championship series and this Swiss threat can be avoided. Now I know you can do it. You've done it, like, three times in the past. Cesaro has never pinned you before, why start tonight? Lil' Derrick — you need to beat Antonio Cesaro tonight. I can't stress this enough. For you. For everyone here. For America." "Ok. I got it," the younger, original Derrick grunts out in pride. "Cesaro and his evil people will not take over this fine country. I won't allow it. The way I see it, I am the last line of defense between the US and it's certain demise. And when my back is pushed against the wall, I have no choice other than pushing the eff back, and punching Swiss people. This TCW Championship series is about more than just wins and losses. It's about more than pride and reputation. It's about much, much more than just the title now. It's about the fate of the future. And like the Terminator, I have traveled back in time to meet myself and tell myself why I must beat Cesaro tonight. But unlike the Terminator, it will not be me who is falling into liquid metal lava. I will be giving a thumbs up, but not in liquid metal lava. I'll be giving a thumbs up to my fellow Batemaniacs in the audience. America has been through enough in the last few weeks. I am not going to put them through anything else, and that includes a full Swiss military invasion." The slightly older, sunglasses wearing Future Derrick (aka Fu-Derr) warns him further, putting his hands on the shoulders of original Derrick for extra emphasis. "But young Derrick, don't forget about the other two. Punk and Kendrick have their own match. And as long as they are involved, one of them is going onto the finals as well. You need to be prepared for them. I never had to face them. You know…because of the banana peel. But you will. By God, you will. In my future, Kendrick and The Union joins the Swiss side. Paul Heyman is one-eighth Swiss, so he has no reservations about turning his back on his country. And Punk just goes into hiding. Last I heard, he grew out a big beard and was living in a cave somewhere, still claiming to be the best in the world. Everyone else fell to the Swiss threat. But Derrick, you cannot. Let the TCW Heavyweight championship be your goal, good sir. But sleep well knowing that when you succeed, the safety of the country will be the icing and chocolate jimmies on your cake." "I shall, weary time traveler. I will heed your words, and walk out tonight as the champion, and the savior of America. Thank you, sir." Original Derrick (Da Tru O.G.) fist bumps the time-traveling Derrick one last time. They nod to each other knowingly, each one knowing what they must do next. Fu-Derr turns around and taps on random spots on his sunglasses, kneeling down before smoke and sparks begin to shoot out in all directions. Original Derrick backs up and turns his head to avoid the light, and by the time the smoke had cleared, and the light has faded once more, Future Derrick was gone, back to his post-apocalyptic Swiss-run future. The current Derrick stands triumphantly, now aware of what he must do, and the stakes that are on the line. He backs up to where he was originally, where he tied his boots. He looks down at his gym bag, pauses for a moment, leans down, and picks up a banana. He gets his hand ready to peel it, but fights the urge. After a few more seconds of contemplating what to do, he quickly peels the banana in three strokes and takes a bite. He shrugs his shoulder and says to himself with a mouthful of deliciousness, "meh, what's the worst that can happen?"}
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Homicide NeoXtreme total posts: 8556 since: Jul 2003	Nov 03, 12 at 9:23pm ^ re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
	All character usage was approved by their owners Foreign Exchange It’s time for the first episode of Santino’s Foreign Exchange. Santino is backstage with the camera guy, wearing a black TCW shirt, a stupid smirk on his face, and a microphone in his hand. Santino: Welcomes to the first edition of Foreign Exchange featuring the hostest with the mostest, Santino Marella! Santino smiles at the camera and tilts his head. Santino: Tonight I am on the missions of a life times. We are going to find out if the superstars of Total Championship Wrestling think I have what it takes to beat the Barrett! Santino begins to walk away, presumably to go to his first guest on Foreign Exchange, and looks back and speaks to the camera. Santino: Lets go talk to some people shall wes? Santino walks down a corridor and turns the corner where he runs into CM Punk who is on his cell phone. Santino literally has bumped into CM Punk, which causes Punk to put his phone down and turn to face the Italian Stallion. Santino: My apologies Mr. MC Punk. My name is Santino Marella! And this is my new online show, only available at TCW.com, and you have been selected as my first guest! CM Punk just stares at Santino, obviously not pleased that his phone call was interrupted by Santino. Santino: Alright lets get this started, I have only one question for you, and we all already know what your answer is going to be, but do you think I, Santino Marella! will beat the Barrett and become the new TCW Television Champion-eh! CM Punk: Santino... Do you honestly think I care about your match with Wade Barrett? I am currently focussed on my T.C.W series match with Brian Kendrick. But I guess I have to answer your question and the answer simply is, no, I do not, you have never taken anything seriously in your life and Barrett is a focused, dominant machine that is going to kick your ass, happy? And I assume we're finished right? Santino: … Santino lets the mic fall to his side slowly and then his head drops to the ground and he walks away. Punk turns back to where he was and gets back on his phone. The screen flashes and we are back to Santino who looks to be in better spirits. Santino: Well no one likes MC Punk anyway so lets welcome my next guest Antonio Cesaro! Cesaro is standing next to Santino with his arms crossed and almost like his nose is in the air. Santino: My fellow foreign superstar I know you’ll have my back on this one. Do you think I have what it takes to walk out of Zero Tolerance as the new Television Champion-eh!? Cesaro lowers his head and looks down at Santino, and he looks slightly confused. Antonio Cesaro: Who are you? Santino: … It’s Santino Marella, the hostest with mostest! Antonio Cesaro: Forgive me, but I still don’t know who you are. I have more important things to worry about, like the TCW Series semi-finals and then the finals. I am not even going to answer your question, I don’t know who you are and I don’t care to know who you are. Now if you don’t mind I have two fights to prepare for tonight. Antonio Cesaro walks passed Santino and the Italian Stallion doesn’t seem to be pleased at the answers he’s getting, but puts on a smile anyway and continues on. Santino: What a kidder, we foreigners are like brothers. The screen flashes again and Santino is standing by some big black boxes that the production crew keeps their gear in. Santino seems to be a bit worried and we are about to find out why. Santino: Now my next guest doesn’t know that he is my next guest, but he is in for a big surprise. You have to be careful with this one though, you don’t want to startle him. Santino walks around the corner and the camera shows that Ryback is standing sequestered in a dark corner of the arena. Ryback is bouncing around and throwing his arms in and out and then in a circular motion getting ready for possibly a work out. Santino walks up to Ryback and taps him on the shoulder. Ryback stops and flexes every muscle in his body before turning to face Santino. Santino: Hey Mr. Ryback how are you doing? Ryback: … Santino: Oh yea that’s interesting. Hey I have an interesting questions for you. Santino is smiling, but Ryback is just snarling not saying a single word. Santino: What are your thoughts on my Television Title match tonight against the Barrett? Ryback: … Ryback almost growls at Santino refusing to answer the question. Santino: Well it’s good to have your support good bye have a nice day! Santino quickly gets out of there and gets away from Ryback before he becomes Rybacks next meal. Santino while quickly walking away turns back to the camera to say something. Santino: I think they forgot to feeds him. The screen flashes once more and we come back to Santino again. Santino: Well thanks you all for joining me on my new show, the Foreign Exchange! As you all saw I have the support of all of the locker room against the Barrett tonight. I promise and exciting fight so please buy the PPVs and watch me and my best friend, The Cobra, become the new Television Champion-eh! The camera fades out to the logo of Santino’s Foreign Exchange…
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