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re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
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Log in to remove this sponsored message  A SIT DOWN INTERVIEW WITH DEAN AMBROSE. The scene opens with a well decorated room. The green wallpaper sticking out like a sore thumb and the gray leather couches almost fill the room besides a coffee table in between the couches. Sitting on one of the couches is beloved commentator, good ol' J.R., Jim Ross. The Hall of Famer would be conducting an exclusive interview today with a man who has quickly become one of the most hated professional wrestlers in this industry in such a short amount of time, Dean Ambrose. Ross, who had his signature cowboy hat and reading glasses on, stared down at the notepad in front of him. He had written down questions earlier that he thought would intrigue the TCW audience and answer a lot of questions that Dean had seemingly avoided for a while. His concentration was interrupted however, when a loud bang can be heard. It was the door to the room and Ross stood up immediately. His guest had arrived, as Dean came strolling in with Layla by his side. Dean, all geared up for his match tonight with his black denim jacket on and Layla with the skimpiest skirt and the low est cut shirt she could find, stand and look at Ross. J.R. extended his hand for a handshake, but a chuckle from Ambrose can be heard as he flops down onto the opposite couch, pulling his woman onto his lap. She wraps her arms around Dean's neck and looks up at J.R. Dean can be heard smacking gum on his mouth as Ross begins to take a seat. Dean stares at J.R. and it's obvious the Hall of Fame commentator is nervous and a tad bit anxious. Dean has been known for being completely unpredictable, hence his reputation around TCW, but he sensed the fear from Ross and just laughed to himself as Layla rubbed her man's back. Finally, Ross cleared his throat and began to speak.
Dean suddenly reacts to this and holds his hands up, interrupting J.R. from finishing his sentence. Layla looks to her man with a confused look on her face as does Ross, but Ambrose has something to say, so they allowed it.
Ross nervously and fearful for what may happen to him if he disagrees, nods in agreement to Ambrose's demand. Dean lets out a full on smile, showing the gum in his mouth as he continues to loudly chew on it. Ross clears his throat once more as Dean gives him the notion that he may ask Dean a question now. The two's eyes are deadlocked on one another as Ross begins to speak.
Dean falls back onto the back of the couch and lets out a chuckle as his last statement humors himself. As well as Layla. Jim just shook his head in utter disgust as the couple began to suddenly lock lips. It quickly turned into their tongues swirling around in each others mouth's, as Ross cleared his throat once more to get their attention. Dean didn't break the session, however and just waved his hand, giving Ross the "okay" to ask some more questions.
This just downright offends Ambrose as he stops making out with Layla and looks towards J.R. in total shock. His jaw is dropped and his eyes widen as Ross again feels uncomfortable with what he just asked this dangerous man. Dean pushes Layla off of his lap and onto the other side of the couch as he stands up and points his finger in Ross' face, who backs away, falling deeper into the couch the more he leans back. Dean begins to shout.
Layla at this point was rubbing her man's back, trying to calm him down and prevent him from going any further. Ross was slumped down into the couch at this point, as Dean was face to face with him and had a tight grip on Ross' button up shirt. Ambrose finally let go and grabbed a hold of Ross' cowboy hat. He played it for a few seconds before backing away with a smile on his face as Layla pushed him back down onto the couch. She fell onto his lap and grabbed Ross' hat and placed it upon her head, letting out a laugh herself. Ross sat up from slouching and began to stutter his next question.
Dean mockingly strokes his beard, with Layla staring at him. A look of shock bestows Dean's face as he points to the ceiling as if he had a breakthrough on his response. Ross again, shook his head in disgust, knowing full well Ambrose was being a sadistic jackass and mocking him, TCW, and the fans themselves. Dean looked over towards Ross and grinned before speaking.
And with that, Ambrose pushes Layla away and rushes towards Ross, who flinches in an instant. He curls up, protecting his head from any blows Ambrose may throw with his eyes covered, but slowly begins to open them when he realizes nothing is happening. Dean is holding out his cowboy hat, trying to hand it to J.R. Ambrose has an evil, sadistic grin on his face as Ross sits up and begins to reach for it. Just before he can grab a hold of it, Dean tosses it behind his couch and begins to chuckle to himself. Ross stares up at this man and is obviously afraid of what may happen, but Dean just speaks.
Dean smirks as Layla lets out a chuckle of her own as the two begin to walk off, disappearing from camera view. A door can be heard slamming shut once again, meaning the two had exited the room. Ross sighed in relief as he stood up, shaking his head and bent down to pick up his hat. He placed it onto his head and sat back down onto the couch. It was not an easy day for the Hall of Famer. Full of intensity and surprises. That's exactly how the No Holds Barred Match would go down though. Unpredictable. The fans may be in Riley's favor, but he is clearly the underdog against a more experienced and loose cannon, Dean Ambrose. Only time would tell who would walk out victorious in this match, but it was sure not to be your average match indeed. The scene fades to black with Ross being the last picture we see. | |
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Nov 04, 12 at 2:26am ^
re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
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 The video begins to roll and Antonio Cesaro is sitting inside of his locker room with his rather expensive looking jacket on as he looks down at the floor. It is mere moments before his match and Antonio Cesaro is trying to focus on the task at hand, which is to make an impact in in this match, he is looking to make a name for himself. He closes his eyes and imagines getting the win tonight against Derrick Bateman. He is familiar with this man and knows it'll be a challenge to come out on top but he has something that Derrick Bateman does not. Antonio Cesaro is Swedish and that fact alone will win him the match. Suddenly out of nowhere there is a knock on the door and Antonio Cesaro opens his eyes and brings his head up to give a response.
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Nov 04, 12 at 9:01am ^
Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
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 The Brian Kendrick - - - - - - - - - The scene opens as a direct continuation from the last time we saw TCW Supergroup, The Union. They’ve just finished addressing the TCW Universe (as well as a few select people) directly, and storm down the corridor with purpose, presumably in the direction of their locker room. The Brian Kendrick, of course, leads the way, his black, self-promoting t-shirt a guide for the other members of the group to follow. Paul Heyman is in pursuit of Kendrick, just a few paces behind him, although he is clearly having a lot more difficulty keeping the pace. His hair is matted and greasy, and small globules of sweat roll down his face as he desperately breaths in and out, shallow breaths showing the true issue he is facing. A few more paces behind that, Stone Cold Steve Austin and The Ryback walk side by side, clearly not having a great deal to do with one another. Occasionally, Austin glances towards Ryback, considering striking up some form of conversation, but he thinks better of it, safe in the knowledge that it’d be talking like a three-hundred pound brick wall. Ryback completely ignores the attempts of Austin, glaring directly ahead of him, completely focussed on the task at hand (which at this point is just walking, so you’d think he’d be able to manage it). Eventually, Kendrick stops beside a door which has a large, golden sign hanging on it reading ‘The Union’. With a smirk, he pushes the door open and steps inside the groups private locker room, followed close behind by Heyman and the other two members. Kendrick immediately walks over to a bench that is attached to a nearby wall, and drops down onto it with a sigh. He watches as the the door is closed behind Austin, before inhaling deeply and using his sleeve to wipe a bead of sweat off of his browline. He scowls, before looking towards Heyman and breaking the somewhat uncomfortable silence that surrounds them all.
Ryback and Austin both nod along in agreement, whilst Heyman (still trying to regain his breathing) leans up against a wall, nodding slowly. Suddenly, the light returns to Heyman’s eyes and color returns to his face, apparently a brainwave coming across him. He walks over to Kendrick, sitting down beside him and calling Austin and Ryback closer to listen to his plan.
Heyman finishes his sentence, and all four men pause for a few seconds. Kendrick and Heyman both slowly turn to face Austin, as does Ryback, and all four men smirk. Austin smiles for a few moments, before nodding, knowing exactly what the rest of his stablemates are thinking.
Kendrick and Heyman nod in agreement, content that of all of the people available to them, Austin definitely has McMahon’s number. Ryback grunts, signaling in his own little way that he’s behind Austin one hundred percent of the way. Kendrick nods in agreement once again, before speaking directly to Heyman.
Ryback and Austin nod enthusiastically, before turning away from Kendrick and walking away together, leaving the room at the same time and heading off down the corridor in opposite directions, clearly trying to find a quiet space for the two of them to concentrate on the night ahead. The door shuts behind them with a thud, and Kendrick glances across at Heyman, the two of them sharing a few moments of silence before the veteran manager breaks it with his familiar New York drawl.
Kendrick smirks slightly, not through arrogance but with the relief of knowing that he has some serious support backing him up tonight. He nods politely, and takes several slow breaths as he covers his face with his hands, running them up through his hair and pulling it out of his face simultaneously. He leans backwards against the wall, exhaling for a good few seconds before he turns to face Heyman once again.
Heyman smirks, happy with the confidence and passion being shown by his main client. He nods a few times, before holding out his hand for Kendrick, who returns the handshake with a grin. Both men sit for a few moments, smiling, before Heyman gets up and strolls across the room towards the door, pulling it open before turning back at Kendrick. Heyman nods one last time, before stepping through the door and closing it behind him. Kendrick watches the door close, and lets out a deep exhalation of breath before bowing his head thoughtfully as the camera fades to black. | |
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Nov 04, 12 at 9:46am ^
re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
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 The Undertaker Backstage we are shown The Undertaker and Paul Bearer standing next to a slightly terrified Todd Grisham. Todd is a few feet away, not wanting to get close to the Lord of Darkness, but still is there to do a job and begins to do the interview process. Todd Grisham: Ladies and gentlemen I present to you The Undertaker and Paul Bearer. The crowd in the arena is booing at the demonic Undertaker as he stands there with his robe almost covering his eyes and unflinching of the response he is receiving from this crowd. Todd Grisham: Undertaker many people are asking several questions about why you are back with Paul Bearer and why you have formed The Ministry, care to shed any light on why? The Undertaker looks over at Todd and snarls at the poor choice of words he just used. The Undertaker: Light? You want me to shed some light on the subject? Todd leans back a little trying not to be in arms reach of this giant. The Undertaker: Light is nothing without darkness. If it weren't for darkness light would have nothing to illuminate. My ministry is here to do one thing, destroy the light. The light has gotten this company to be nothing more than a joke, a comedy hour that nobody takes serious. This company endorses guys like Doink the Clown, Derrick Bateman and Santino Marella. Those guys are nothing but walking punchlines. This company is a sad excuse and my Ministry of Darkness is going to fix that. We are going to take this company over and make it into the image of The Lord of Darkness. The Undertaker leans in a bit closer to Todd. The Undertaker: Does that shed some 'light' on the situation? Todd Grisham: All but one thing... Todd seems to be worried that he's bothering The Undertaker with his questions and is almost afraid to ask his next one, but before he can Paul Bearer steps forward and speaks to Todd. Paul Bearer: Oh you poor stupid boy! Can't you see what is happening here and why The Undertake and I have mended our relationship? We have come back together because we have the same goals and aspirations of taking over this pitiful company and reigning down terror and darkness. It is people like you that is making this company into a joke and making it worthless. Todd doesn't seem to appreciate the comments made by Paul, but is afraid to defend himself at this point with The Undertaker standing behind Paul. Paul Bearer: Under the leadership of the Lord of Darkness people like you will be shackled up and beaten by mongoloids. Once we take this company over and make it in the image of our lord and savior there will be no saving you, there will be no saving anyone that opposes my lord. Everyone will bow before The Undertaker and worship him or they shall be smited! Paul Bearer backs away and The Undertaker steps closer again. Todd is almost ready to wet himself in fear as The Undertaker steps closer to him. The Undertaker: Be forewarned, anyone that opposes The Lord of Darkness will face unfathomable punishment by the hands of The Ministry of Darkness. No one is safe from our reach, not the Congregation, not the Union, not even the chairman of TCW. All souls in TCW belong to me and any who forsake the father will perish at my hands and will not rest... in ... peace! The Undertaker and Paul Bearer exit to the left, leaving Todd Grisham shaking in his shoes. The show fades out to the next segment. | |
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Nov 04, 12 at 10:18am ^
Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
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 The lights once again dim in the arena. The electricity felt throughout the night reverberates through the seats. In TCW, even the worst seats can elicit an extreme adrenaline rush. The entire arena is a time bomb waiting for the sound of its detonation. WOOOOOOO! With that, the crowd explodes. Fans shoot out of their seats, knocking popcorn and candies to the floor, and sodas onto the person in front of them. This pandemonium only increases, as the orchestra's recorded bars play aloud Ric Flair's theme song. The crowd anticipates the limousine ridin', jet flyin', kiss stealin', wheelin' dealin' son of a gun to come on out, full of life and passion, and -pardon the pun- woo them all. When a different man walks onto the stage, they are severely quieted. This new man walks out and lacks the bravado of the Nature Boy. The once golden hair is far more gray than what they remember the hair of the Ric Flair that was taken out just two weeks ago, had been. The man, dressed in a business suit, limped onto the entrance ramp. Each step on his right foot is supported by the cane he holds in his right hand, being pressed into the floor. No. This is not Ric Flair. The impostor makes his way to the ring slowly. Each step, each press of the cane downward, turning the volume of those in attendance down in volume. By the time this false representation of their fallen idol gets into the ring, the arena is nearly silent. We have seen the crowd been put on the edge of their seat tonight, we have seen the crowd eat out of the hand of the manipulative. However, we have never seen an entire arena become hushed in shock at the appearance of an old man, who had come out to Ric Flair's music. "Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming to our show tonight. I can feel your worrisome thoughts through your silence, and I understand. I do not appear to be myself. I know, I've looked in the mirror every second since I woke up in that hospital bed. I've looked in the mirror, and have seen the ghost of a legend. Since I was kneed in the head by Dean Ambrose after being brutally beaten, I've been dying away. I can feel it. And I realize that this company is dying with me. The wrestling business has been reduced to nothing. Me being taken out by some punk like Dean Ambrose symbolizes that even respect is being ushered out. This entire show tonight is being headlined by the exact opposite of what wrestling is supposed to be about. None of the matches on the match card are being fought for anything besides a paycheck, or making your power known. The roster consists of nothing but power-hungry monsters, craving the spotlight, craving the gold. There is nothing I fear more than the death of wrestling. And like many old, broken men, I've clung to a new idol to carry the torch. Alex Riley! Ric Flair is dying, withering away, but wrestling doesn't have to burn with me! Alex Riley embodies everything that I've devoted my life to proving. Sure, I've swayed. I've fought purely for power in Evolution, and keeping that power was a top priority. But I was wrong. Let me make it totally clear to the Brian Kendrick's of this business - No matter how much power you surmount, no matter how much influence you gain, when you're an old man... The only thing that matters is the reason you earned it! Dean Ambrose stands for chaos and destruction and pride. I assure you, Dean, you'll regret every waking moment of your existence if you continue the path you're on. If the legacy you leave behind is one of stealing women, playing mind games, and promising a Revolution, you will forever wish you had stood for something meaningful!" Alex Riley stepped onto the stage, just as Ric Flair had taken a breath. Flair didn't say another word. He just stared down the ramp at Riley. Riley made his way down to the ring, and as he entered, he mimicked a bow to the Nature Boy. The two embraced in a hug, tears coming to the eyes of Ric Flair, and possibly Alex Riley. Riley asked for the microphone, and Flair handed it over. "Ric Flair, you will always be my hero. From my days growing up, watching you in WCW, I've always loved watching you. Your matches, what you stood for... Even when you cheated, I sided with you. You were the embodiment of wrestling for me. That's what gives me the strength weak in and weak out. Every time you lost a match, that was all you lost. You didn't lose hope. You didn't lose passion. It was a number for you. And that attitude brought you another number... 16 World Title reigns! Ric, you empower me to go out every week, and give every ounce of strength and power I have to put on a show, and to stand for what I believe in! Because I know how important it is to have that man smile out into the T.V. set! To have a hero to fight the symbolization of every evil you face in your own life! I know what it's like to have a Ric Flair! Tonight, I will step into that ring with Dean Ambrose, and I will put my life on the line to show everyone gathered around us here tonight that there is a reason to bare-down and fight! Listen, there is a reason to fight for what you think is right, and to dispose of what you think is wrong! Dean Ambrose is what I count as wrong, and I will fight my hardest to take him out of between the ropes! Dean Ambrose could very possibly win here tonight, don't get me wrong. But what matters is that Dean Ambrose will never move the same way again. With the exclusion of the rulebook, I can legally put Dean through a Hell that he's only ever imagined! I've been mentally tormented by this demon, and all of you have had to watch idly by as he bent every rule, and took every advantage to overcome me. But as Ric said, it's not the legacy, but how you define it that matters in the end! And my legacy will be that of destroying Dean Ambrose, in the name of the sport of wrestling!" Alex Riley dropped the microphone, and turned back to Ric Flair, who let out a massive "WOOOOOO!" The crowd matched the call, and the two men hugged again, as the screen cut to black yet again. | |
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Nov 04, 12 at 12:35pm ^
Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
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 Daniel Bryan 0/4/0 Meanwhile, in a mental insituiton far far away Young Daniel Bryan was being tested to see if he was mentally cleared to compete. While Doctor Henry had his doubts, Daniel was determined to beat his losing streak And compete in his first ever TCW PPV match up in history. Will Daniel Bryan be all cleared to go, or will his mental issues from long times ago finally catch up with him? One word. Maybe. Daniel Bryan is lying on a coach in the middle of a doctors office. Doctor Henry is watching him with face in his hands. Daniel had been tazered, questioned and now he was being forced to recount his childhood memories. But Daniel was not going to tell this old man in his near 50's anything more about his life. Daniel had memories of childhood that he did not want to tell anyone, let alone himself. Doctor Henry finally stood up and left the room. Daniel looked surprised as he realised he had given up. But Doctor Henry walked back in with a clipboard in his hand. He started checking and crossing things off what looked like a list. Daniel suddenly realised that he was evalauting him. Daniel then had a thought. He could just lie to him and the old man would have no idea. Daniel Bryan: Ok, Doctor Henry. I give up, your right. If I want to compete at the pay perview then I have to let you test me. And if that means recounting my wonderful childhood with you....then I'll do it. Doctor Henry: Oh sorry Daniel, I was just playing knots and crosses on my clipboard. With myself obviously. What did you think I was doing, mentally evaulating you? No, I do that at the end when were finished with ALL of our tests. Right then, lets begin. First, I'm going to ask you who your parents were and what they were like during your childhood. Daniel Bryan: My parents names were Benjamin Franklin and Katy Perry. My father Benjamin, was named after a sock brand from North Korea. And my mother was named Katy Perry because that was the name off her mothers cat. They feel very privilged to be named after such wonderful things, socks and a cat. Life is pretty strange were we live, down at Alberdean,Washington. My father was the mayor and made everyone wear his stupid sock brands. My mother also made demands that everyone must have a cat in there house. They were pretty crazy mayors but were great parents. They raised me with two words, Yes and No. Yes was good and No was bad. They told me that if I ever felt happy or good, I could just chant Yes and let the whole world know about it. They helped me through everything when I wanted to be a wrestler, my parents and all off our cats came to watched my first match in TCW . Where I lost because I wasn't even pinned, THEREFORE THE MATCH SHOULD BE STRICKEN FROM THE RECORD BOOKS, NO! NO! NO! AND I SHOULDN'T BE A LOSER, YES! YES! YES! Doctor Henry: Ok Daniel, thats enough. Your parents seem interesting enough with a few screws lose but they seem capable of raising you, so it can't be there fault you turned out like this. Daniel Bryan: Excuse Me! Doctor Henry: What? So what about school, was that easy, was it difficult, were you a loner or did you have no girlfriend. Daniel Bryan: It all started in my final year of schooling, I was on top of the world. Everybody loved me and I was the most popular student in my entire school. But then, my devasting secret was discovered and my popularity was killed with a shotgun. They found out I was a vegan. They teased me about not being able to eat cheese burgers and now that I can. I realise that they had every right to tease me about that. Cheese burgers have got to be one of the tastiest things in my life. I had alot of girlfriends in high school but when this all happened, only one stayed. Her name was AJ Lee. You may know her from WWE Programing but anyway, she was the only one who still liked me. I then left school and feld to a mysterious land where everything would be forgotten, Disneyland. Then I finally went to wrestling school after living in this princesses castle for many years and was taught by the Heartbreak Kid Shawn Michaels. I went from WWE to now here in TCW. And look at me now, I'm in a mental hospital about chanting Yes and No. I just don't get it Doctor. Doctor Henry: Ok, here is what you have to do. You have to win on Sunday and chant Yes! no matter what. This is your key to becoming a big success here in TCW. It will lead to all sorts of things like a Television Championship match, a TCW Championship match and all sorts of things. But the only way for this to work is to keep chanting Yes! You got that Daniel, Yes not No. Daniel Bryan: Yes. I will erase everything that has happened to me over the last four weeks. I will erase the Seth Rollins match where I was never pinned and make sure that this win forgets it. I will then erase my battle royal win and make sure i was never eliminated. Then I will erase the next weeks fatal four way lose and finally erase when I lost to The Hurricane. Then I will win the battle royal and prove to everyone why I am the greatest wrestler in the entire world. Yes, Yes and Yes Doctor Henry: Good because I'm offically clearing you to compete at the PPV. Good luck Daniel and remember, Yes, not No. The white men who Daniel had kinda gotten use to drove him back to the arena and apologized akwardly about the tasering. Daniel Bryan walked into his locker room to find Eve Torres standing there with her hands on her hips. Daniel Bryan ignored her and sat down to prove that the mental hospital did help. She has a big frown on her face and looks to say something but doesn't. She then looks at Daniel again and smiles. She walks out pleased with herself and maybe helping Daniel Bryan might mean something. | |
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Nov 04, 12 at 12:49pm ^
re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
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Nov 04, 12 at 1:33pm ^
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The Brian Kendrick - - - - - - - - - The Brian Kendrick sits alone in his locker room, looking around aimlessly at his surroundings. The enormity of his situation could finally be getting to him as he slowly gets up to his feet, and lets out a deep, emotive sigh as he attempts to regain some kind of control on his thoughts. As confident as he is, there’s something a little bit overwhelming about a potential World Championship match, let alone a victory. He knows there are people standing beside him, but even still, there’s always going to be a tiny part of his mind that truly does think that Derrick Bateman, Antonio Cesaro, or CM Punk might just about be able to sneak a victory out of the bag. Especially, with a certain Vince McMahon making it his goal for the evening (and indeed the foreseeable future) to stop The Brian Kendrick from capturing any kind of gold, let alone World Championship gold. the TCW Championship resting around the waist of Brian Kendrick isn’t something that McMahon is prepared to allow to happen, and so there’s no doubt that if Kendrick somehow fights his way past CM Punk in the semi finals of the TCW Series, that Vince McMahon and whoever else on the roster he can convince to help out will be there, preventing Kendrick from getting what is owed to him, and what he has earned. Kendrick lets out a brief grunt as he drops down onto his knees and begins stretching, preparing physically for the matchup tonight. His phone begins to vibrate on the nearby bench, but he ignores the sound completely and continues his preparation, stretching as well as thinking about his strategy. With Ryback and Stone Cold on the scene, it seems almost an impossibility that he could lose tonight, but who knows what Vince McMahon has planned. With a chuckle, he shakes his head, refusing to allow any thoughts of negativity into his head. This is the biggest night of his career, and he isn’t about to let some paranoia about a match that hasn’t even happened yet take over his mind. The phone starts vibrating once again, and this time Kendrick lets out a frustrated sigh, before jumping up to his feet and walking over to the bench. He lifts up the phone and checks the caller I.D, noting that it’s from an unknown number. His eyebrow crinkles quizzically, not sure who could possibly be calling him from a number he isn’t sure of. He scrunches his face up thoughtfully, before eventually deciding the best way to find out, would be to answer the phone. He slides his finger across the screen, accepting the call, and lifting his phone up to his ear.
Kendrick drops the phone down onto the desk, smirking before punching the air quietly. He lets out a deep sigh of relief, before returning to his pre-match regime, picturing in his head the moment he is held high in the air, clutching the TCW Championship belt proudly and waving it around above his head. He smiles as he imagines the moments, before jumping up to his feet and moving over to a mirror, standing in front of it with a smile and looking himself up and down. He stares into is own eyes, looking at himself as though he is a piece of fine artwork hanging in The Louvre, however he quickly shakes his head and manages to escape the distraction, moving across to his gym bag and pulling off his t-shirt, taking his traditional white and silver coat out of the bag and holding it in front of his eyes. He smirks as he looks the coat up and down, before pulling it over his arms and ensuring it covers him correctly. He returns to the mirror as he pulls his hair out from inside his collar, allowing it to flow freely down his back. He lets out yet another sigh as he pictures the title belt around his waist, but his thoughts are quickly interrupted by the sound of the door swinging open, and Paul Heyman stepping inside eagerly. He moves quickly over to Kendrick, attempting to catch his breath as he leans up against the wall, Kendrick watching on in bemusement at the apparent over-exertion of Heyman for a reason he is currently unaware of. He looks Heyman up and down, before raising a single eyebrow, waiting patiently for his agent to stop with his recovery and actually speak to him. Eventually, Heyman seems to have recovered enough to speak.
Kendrick smirks, before shaking his head at Heyman. The balding manager looks on in bemusement, his eyebrow crinkling in frustration as he wipes a bead of sweat from off of his cheek. Kendrick slowly walks away from Heyman, ruffling the feathers on his coat and paying very little attention to what his manager had been saying. Heyman turns to face Kendrick who slowly lowers himself onto a bench, before stretching his legs out ahead of him. Eventually, the manager begins growing impatient, having made such an effort to ensure that Kendrick was aware of what was going on, and begins tapping his foot before eventually walking over to his client and sitting beside him, clearing his throat and making it pretty clear he’s after some kind of response. Kendrick turns to face Heyman, still smirking, and after what feels like a lifetime of silence he finally speaks.
Heyman smirks, clearly quite happy with the confidence that is emanating from his client. Kendrick raises both eyebrows, not seeing much of a reaction from Heyman, but the older man nods in agreement, acknowledging his confidence in Kendrick’s words. The future World Champion jumps back up to his feet, before walking over and picking up his phone once again. He slides it into the pocket on his coat, before glancing over at Heyman, smirking once again as he knows something that nobody else does. Heyman looks over with a questioning expression, but Kendrick simply shakes his head, wanting to be in charge of keeping something quiet, just for a change. He clears his throat, before speaking once again to his agent.
With that, Kendrick nods in Heyman’s direction with a smirk, before strolling towards the door and opening it up, stepping out of the door and closing it behind him. He stands in the corridor on his own for just a few seconds, before letting out a deep breath and shaking some sense into himself. With a smirk on his face, he heads off to the auditorium, knowing that tonight marks the beginning of the rest of his life... | |
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Nov 04, 12 at 2:43pm ^
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 Finishing Moves: Winds of Change (Spinning Side Slam) l Wasteland (Forwards Fireman's Carry Slam) l The Souvenir (Arm wrench transitioned into a short-arm forearm smash) 8-2-0 ------------ The day is dawning upon us. The time for change. Can you feel them? The winds blowing, bringing the news? Rapidly swirling, sweeping past this world, much like Hurricane Sandy, they are here. You can't hide from them, it's time for a change. They're coming. And I don't know if there is anything able to stop them.... The fans sit in anticipation of tonight. Soon, they will finally discover their first TCW World Heavyweight Champion. Derrick Bateman, Antonio Cesaro, or Brian Kendrick. CM Punk has no chance to capture that gold, however he can allow Antonio Cesaro to win it. But as the fans ready themselves for the 2nd PPV in a reignited TCW's history, they are stricken by the sound of a man they despise. The guitar riff as "Collapse" hits the P.A. System leads to the chorus of boos raining down on the stage. Wade slowly steps out onto the stage and stares deep into the lights, embracing his despised presence. He cracks his knuckles, his wrists and palms wrapped in black tape before stepping down the stage. His black T-shirt, adorned in "Winds of Change" printed in a gold spiral surrounding a teal handled sword, impaling a heart covering the front is the first thing seen, Wade's Television Championship belt seemingly absent. Barrett soon steps into the ring, the menacing smirk upon his face as always before punching at the air, as having become part of his normal entrance. Barrett steps in a circle around the ring, rubbing his palms together. He leans into the turnbuckle, his hands placed upon the two linking ropes before shaking them as he turns. Motioning for a microphone, Wade slowly brings it to his lips before raising his hand for silence and then speaking. "Ladies and gentleman, I am here tonight to wage war. I do not care who happens to grip that World Heavyweight Championship belt at the end of the night. They will just be another enemy, another opposing faction that I will face whenever the cards of fate so happen to deal them to me. Tonight, I am here to continue my crusade. I know you all tire. You all tire of hearing me week in and week out, of seeing me defend and reign as a champion. Trust me, I know how you all truly feel. I am not going to go out of my way to insult you, to call you all selfish or ignorant about how what I want is truly want is the best for the world, because it won't do anything of value. You won't change until you accept the change." Wade climbs out of the ring and steps to the mat as the crowd resumes their disapproval of Barrett. Wade makes his way over to the commentary table and stares down at the commentary trio, none of them too willing to get physically involved with a superstar after their last attempt a few weeks ago. Barrett eyes each one of them with the same amount of malice. He merely smirks before stepping away, letting his intimidation do enough work for now, continuing his message of tonight. "People are resistant to change. I don't know whether that has to do with our emotions, with our DNA, or what it is, but people aren't always wiling to accept a difference in their lives. Maybe that's what helps the morale of soldiers so much during a war. Their resistance to the differences between themselves and their opponents. Though when it comes down to it, what differences are there? We're all human. We make mistakes. We find people to love, people to hate. The same reason why war should not be waged is the same reason for its creation. Because we all are human. We build beliefs and do not accept any efforts to change them or any effort that is different from them. I am the same as any random member of this audience, or any man sitting at home tonight. We all despise change. I guess you could say, we all have a zero tolerance to change...." Wade gives a dry chuckle, knowing how terrible the pun was. Quite a few members of the crowd can be heard groaning at the joke as well. Some of the fans sit silent, while others boo Barrett for the sheer sake of despising him. "My barrage has been opposed. There is a reason why what has to be carried out will be a war instead of a peaceful rebellion. That isn't to say I don't like to fight. I like hurting people, I am good at it. I don't mind dirtying my hands with the blood of others, having to deal with the fact that I may have just crippled another man. But does anyone truly like having to confront others when it comes to achieving what they desire? I, among many others, prefer to go unopposed, no one deciding to get in our way. But life....isn't quite that simple. Though opposition will come, and they will be blown out of the way. We despise change, but sometimes, it must be accepted. And the winds of change shall blow tonight. They shall arrive in a gale force bringing this world a new order. It can be opposed, it can be resisted....but it will not be stopped." Wade drops the microphone before leaving the ring, some worrying of his cryptic message. Wad'es face shows no hint of what is meant, though Wade's message has been the same week in and week out. Is he just spouting bullshit? The fans seem to soon accept that as they no longer worry about anything other than Wade taking his leave, desiring it to speed up. Barrett just chuckles to himself before stepping backstage, leaving the fans delighted at the fact he is no longer present as the screen cuts to black. | |
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 Derrick Bateman 7/3 ------- {Our hero, the young and boisterous Derrick Bateman, is making his way down the hallway backstage at the Amway Center flipping through a TCW magazine as he traveled. Earlier in the day (ooooh, continuity!), Derrick was visited by a time-traveling version of himself who told him the woes of what would happen to him if he lost his matches tonight. Taking it to heart, Bateman was keeping his victories tonight a top priority, and was heading to the catering room to get some last minute energy. He walks in and various lower tier wrestlers, producers and road agents can be seen sitting around the room talking to each other, preparing themselves for their dark matches or just catching a snack before they watch the PayPerView on monitors backstage. Derrick gives a couple of friendly nods to Funaki and Road Dogg at a table snacking, as he rolls up his magazine, throws it under his arm and begins looking over tables of food. He finds a pile of protein bars, most of them scattered on that part of the table, already scavenged by the rest of the roster. He unwraps the plastic around the protein bar and takes a bite. A look comes across Derrick's face seems to says "scum-diddly-umptious." As he chews his first bite, he hears some familiar talking coming from a couple of tables away. He raises an eyebrow in curiosity and starts walking over to see what the haps are. He stops walking with a confused look on his face. The camera pans over to see Future Derrick, still rocking his sharp sunglasses, leaning against a wall like it's a GQ magazine cover. He's talking to Kaitlyn and she seems quite enamored by him. Original Derrick taps Future Derrick on the shoulder and puts his open hands out to each side of him, befuddled at seeing his future self again. Kaitlyn notices the two different Derricks, raises her eyebrows in awe (and seeing double of these sexy gents is surely easy on her eyes) and looks at both of them for an answer. Getting none, she whimpers out "I don't have time for this" and walks off. She clearly doesn't have time to deduce the quantifications of time travel with her boy toy D-Bates. "Hey man," the original Derrick bemoans, "what are you doing here? I thought you already went off to your own time….ya know, two weeks from now when the Swiss run the world or whatever? I saw you disappear in a flash of lightning and light and smoke?" "Yeah, about that," Future Derrick says while he scratches his head nervously. "I only traveled fifteen minutes ahead. I kinda wanted to hang out here for a little bit, ya know, get something to eat, just chillax. And I remembered that I talked to Kaitlyn at this time in my timeline so I figured I'd mack on a honey and talk to her for a little bit…" "So I guess you're just hanging out here for a while? Because, umm, I'm kinda the only Derrick Bateman here right now and it might get weird if there are two of us…I don't even know what is going to happen with my pay check, I'd have to cut it in half or something, and then we'd have to, like, put Kaitlyn on the rotisserie in bed and that would just get uncomfortable…" Future Derrick nervously adjusts his sunglasses. "So, what are you saying? You want me to go? I mean, I don't mind. I'd like to stick around and see what happens tonight and watch the show for free and everything. I don't have all that much money in the future because President Cesaro switched all our dollars over to francs and I just don't get the conversion rate. I'm not that good at math." "Yeah, me neither." "Yeah…Maybe if I stuck around, we could be a tag team? The Flying Batemans! Huh?! How does that grab ya?" The Original Bateman looks at his future self incredulously. He's not having any of his worming. "Listen me, this just isn't going to work. I'm Derrick Bateman, and I'm going to save the country, I'm going to punch Justin Bieber square in his Canadian face, I'm going to nail Kaitlyn tonight, and two times tomorrow, maybe three if my air conditioner is working, and I'm going to win the TCW World Heavyweight Championship tonight. And you are going to go back to your own time and deal with what happened there. You've already seen this show anyway." "Yeah, but I wanna see you beat Cesaro and Kendrick tonight. I want to see you show The Union what you can really do. They jumped us before that Triple Threat match like a month back. And we need to make it even. We need to make sure Kendrick doesn't raise up and think he's anything more than a pint-sized Raven wannabe. This kid puts on a robe, hires Paul Heyman, a big grunt of a man and thinks he's changing the World? No. That sounds more like preparing a set for a porno shoot than making a wrestling faction. Kendrick is getting a big head and I wanna be here when you pop it like an orb on a roll of bubble wrap." "Don't worry about that. I got it. I'm not slipping on banana peels, I'm totally focused, and since I already know I'm wrestling twice tonight, I've got my game face on. I've got my dancing shoes tied. I'm got my allegories ready to be said. And whether I face Cesaro twice, or Cesaro and Kendrick, I'm set. Cesaro has never pinned me. Not once. Not even when I knitted that afghan (editor's note: yay to knitting refences!). Cesaro has nothing that makes me proud to be me - gorgeous women, a beautiful head of hair, a face-punching fist, a smile that can shine the dark side of the moon, and an American pride the size of a Wailmer. Cesaro is not going to beat me — not tonight, not ever. And you don't have to be here in this timeline to see that! Take my word for it, dude." "Listen, ok. I'll get out of your magnificent hair, ok?" the Future Derrick spits out. "You go and rock out tonight and I'll go back and do what I can in my own time, ok? You happy now, me? Just remember young Derrick, the words that the great kung-fu master who taught us oh so many years ago told us on his death bed…" The two Derricks say at the same time, "Don't stop believing…hold onto that feeling…Streetlights…people." In unison, they clasp hands and bow at each other. They look at each other and nod when they release hands. Future Derrick taps on invisible touch sensors on his time traveling sunglasses (editor's note: time traveling sunglasses is a great band name) and a light starts to glow off of him. He takes a step back as the entirety of the catering room has now locked eyes on the ridiculous sci-fi happenings happening. "Farewell, young Derrick," the Fu-Derr (aka Future Derrick) roars as the smoke and electricity starts up around him. "Make me proud." With that, Future Derrick disappears into the light. Our hero, the original Derrick takes a deep breath and looks around at all the eyes on him right now. He just nods, not worrying about explaining what is happening to the rest of the people and just worried about being focused for his matches tonight. Ten weeks of matches with no break? Check. Pulling double duty on a PayPerView? Check check. Main eventing tonight no matter what because of his incredible lead in the TCW series? Checkaroonie. The Mantastic One is ready. He walks off and out of the room, all eyes still locked on him the whole way. He takes another bite of his protein bar as he turns the corner, only to see his future self still here, leaning against the wall and flirting with Kaitlyn again. "Damn me," Original Derrick mutters under his breath, frustrated at his new, time traveling dilemma. He takes one step towards him to deal with him now, but stutter steps, reverses himself, turns around and just heads the other way. He's got bigger fish to fry (editor's note: fried trout is delicious).} | |
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Finishing Moves: Winds of Change (Spinning Side Slam) l Wasteland (Forwards Fireman's Carry Slam) l The Souvenir (Arm wrench transitioned into a short-arm forearm smash) 8-2-0 ------------ Cameras cut to backstage where we see Todd Grisham fixing his hair and straightening his tie, microphone in hand. His eyes are pacing back and forth along the back corridors of the Amway Center here in Orlando. Todd lets out a sigh, as his hopes are dashed for some apparent reason. Grisham waves off the cameraman before turning to take his leave, bumping into the chest of one Wade Barrett. Grisham is startled, stumbling backwards, almost tripping over his own feet and falling to the floor at the appearance of the Television Champion, fresh off his most recent address to the TCW Universe. Barrett makes no sound, makes no motion, instead staring intensely at the member of the crew. Todd is slow to speak, whether it be because of fear of Barrett or just stuck in a trance after being startled. Todd Grisham: Hello Wade. Ummm, I was wondering if I'd be able ask you some questions about how you feel tonight.... Wade ponders his response for a bit before nodding his head in approval. Still slightly disturbed at Wade's lack of any verbal response, Todd is cautious to speak, but continues forward. Todd Grisham: Now then, Wade, you spoke about war out there earlier as well as promising that the winds of change will arrive tonight. What do you mean by that? You've said for weeks that they were coming, but what will they bring? "They will bring what I sad they would bring. Change. Truth. A new world. Eyes will be opened to something new. Not just a world where you succeed by being the biggest man in this industry, by selling the most merchandise. In a way, I respect Brian Kendrick for what he's doing--" Todd Grisham: Sorry Wade, but I believe it was The Brian Kendrick. Wade is not happy to be interrupted as the disapproving frown spreads on his face. Todd realizes he has made a mistake and begins to back away in fear before Barrett stops him and just sighs to himself. "Very well then. I respect "The" Brian Kendrick for his opposition of Vincent McMahon. I don't believe it's the smartest thing to do, but I respect his desire to change how this industry works. I only wish he and I could've been on the same side of this change, though I am quite fine with where my position lies." Todd Grisham: And where does that happen to lie? Wade doesn't answer, instead staring with dangerous intent into Todd's eyes. Grisham takes a few moments to realize that he touched upon the wrong subject and quickly tries to rectify his mistake. Words are mumbled and mixed out of his mouth before Barrett raises his hand to Todd's face, silencing him. Given the moment to collect his thoughts, Todd then continues. Todd Grisham:Anyhow....you said a lot of things out their, but you made no relevant mention of the Television Championship, which does not appear to be in your possession at the moment, or your opponent tonight, Santino Marella. What are your thoughts on your match with him tonight as well as why do you not currently have the belt with you? "Let me ask you something Todd. On your way to a restaurant, would you carry around, we'll say a knife? Some people would, but most people that I know would not. So why should I carry the weapon I am currently using for my crusade out with me to the ring when it is not required? Why would I wear a sword at my side for when I do not need to unsheathe it?" Wade's logic, though confusing to Todd, is accepted by him, if only to continue the interview as well as get Grisham out of danger. He doesn't expect a physical response from Wade, but he knows too well that it could occur. "As for Santino Marella.....I wonder what his special prize will be to be quite honest. Some kind of advantage in his match tonight? Something for him in the weeks to come? Who knows.....but when it directly comes to our confrontation tonight, I shall reference war once more. Who truly wins wars? As much as it pains me to say it, it isn't people like Santino Marella. I like Santino, I do, he isn't someone who gets into problems with other people. But tonight, I continue my war, and it's unfortunate that he's the opposing force tonight. If he somehow defeats me and becomes the next Television Champion, congratulations to him. Though if things go as I hope they go.....Santino will be hurt. He will learn that war is waged by weapons more advanced than the Cobra.....Now, if you'll excuse me Todd." Wade pats Grisham on the shoulder as he steps past him, heading back to his locker room. Todd gives a sigh of relief as he escapes the interview with Barrett unharmed before thanking the crowd for their attention, if any actually were, and turning the show back to Booker, Tazz, and Cole for their opinions on tonight before the camera cuts to black. | |
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 Amway Center in Orlando, FL Y'all lookin' for names, I'm lookin' for beats Y'all lookin' for fame, I live in the streets Y'all talk the talk, but I walk the walk School street, home of the brave, NEW YORK Y'all make movies, but I make moves Straight up, y'all got somethin' to prove Y'all *bleep*s duck, but I swing back Y'all *bleep*s run, but I bring gats Y'all *bleep*s whisper, "X is a crackhead" Aight *bleep* it, I'mma just crack heads I bang *bleep*s that cross the line Y'all *bleep*s talk shit from way behind I stand my ground, but y'all *bleep*s don't Shit I go to jail, but y'all *bleep*s won't Y'all *bleep*s walk around and get scared But I don't give a *bleep*, I don't care I ain't a dancing *bleep*, I just move to the beat Sit there and nod my head but won't move my feet Gangsta, so I'm holdin' up the walk That dancing shit up to the rest of y'all I ain't a dancing *bleep*, I just move to the beat Sit there and nod my head but won't move my feet Gangsta, so I'm holdin' up the walk That dancing shit up to the rest of y'all Kells get it crackin', y'all play chess Kells gets to scrappin' and y'all just flex[?] Why is y'all rappin, when I got next You roll with them and I'll rock with X Eastside mother*bleep*a, Cleveland Brown Burning leaves in the gutta, make it Cleveland loud All I know is when the beefs on, the beast comes out EST is in the buildin, we run this town Ruff Ryders, you got a problem come find us Hop up like the sand now right behind ya Like where the cheese bitch *bleep* lasagna Pair of shoes size bags, who's stuffed inside 'em Grimey, bare hand, no tool beside me I don't talk online, hater come here find me Me against the world, underdogs new Rocky Givin a *bleep* if anyone co-sign me likes that uh! I ain't a dancing *bleep*, I just move to the beat Sit there and nod my head but won't move my feet Gangsta, so I'm holdin' up the walk That dancing shit up to the rest of y'all I ain't a dancing *bleep*, I just move to the beat Sit there and nod my head but won't move my feet Gangsta, so I'm holdin' up the walk That dancing shit up to the rest of y'all Y'all *bleep*s is pussy, straight up ass I keep that thing, and I'll blast Letcha man know, he don't wanna push me Remember, it's you not me that's pussy Y'all *bleep*s walk light on your toes I come through hard, kickin' down doors I spit a mean 16 without a pause Then let 16 go just because You in it for the dough, I'm in it for life You in jail beatin' your dick I'm *bleep*in' your wife I bring the drama, I bring the noise Kidnap yo mama, bring her to the boys I make shit happen with one word You take shit laughin' *bleep*, you's a bird I take *bleep*s for everything they got That's why I'm the dog and you not I ain't a dancing *bleep*, I just move to the beat Sit there and nod my head but won't move my feet Gangsta, so I'm holdin' up the walk That dancing shit up to the rest of y'all I ain't a dancing *bleep*, I just move to the beat Sit there and nod my head but won't move my feet Gangsta, so I'm holdin' up the walk That dancing shit up to the rest of y'all A video package of the recent happening in TCW plays as Zero Tolerance's theme fades out. Highlights of The Union, The Ministry, Riley and Ambrose, and the TCW Series play as the fans take their seats. It finishes and the fans watch as the pyro pops up and an awesome display is put on to signal the opening of the show. The theme begins to play again as the camera scan around the arena as the fans and their home made signs. Lot's of support for Derrick Bateman in Orlando! We join the commentary team at their announce table as the theme continues to play for everyone in attendance.
Taz: What a night we're in for. None of these fans will be going home disappointed, that's for sure. Booker T: I can't wait to see who that snake Randy Orton's going up against. Taz: Are you hinting at something Booker? You're not getting in that ring later are you? Michael Cole: What about you Taz? Could we see you bring back the Tazmission one more time? Taz: I doubt it, haha! Booker T: We're kicking off the show with a match that could warrant the Main Event spot for any other show this year. Michael Cole: CM Punk is fighting for pride tonight. Cesaro will need him to win if he has any chance of fighting for the World Title! TCW SERIES SEMI-FINAL The bell rings, but neither man moves. Their eyes lock and the crowd goes crazy. They can’t wait to see their hero, CM Punk, take down The Brian Kendrick once and for all. As if trying to take one another off guard, both men suddenly dart to the center of the ring, and they lock at the hands in a test of strength. As this battle wages on, CM Punk gains the advantage, and forces Kendrick’s legs to buckle as he falls to his knees. Punk transitions this into a rear-armlock, standing behind his kneeling opponent, before bringing a knee hard into the bent arm. Kendrick immediately rolls out of the ring to get his head back into the game, but CM Punk is hot on his heels. As soon as CM Punk meets Kendrick on the outside, he’s met with a hard enzuigiri! Kendrick stalks around his fallen opponent, stomping on him with a few well-placed kicks. Kendrick lifts Punk up by the hair and sends him crashing into the steel steps! He’s certainly making him pay for those harsh words against him! He slides in the ring and drops back out to reset the referee’s count, which had climbed to six. As he went to Punk again, the Second City Saint sprung to his feet and hit a massive clothesline on Kendrick, whose head smacks onto the floor! Punk gets Kendrick to his feet, and then lifts Kendrick up for a massive suplex onto the same set of stairs that he was thrown into! Kendrick appears to be out cold, and it’s up to Punk to roll him into the ring. By the time he gets Kendrick into the ring and crawls in himself, the referee is at an eight count! Punk realizes how close he was to losing and being out of the running! He runs his hand through his hair, and picks Kendrick up to his knees. He lets loose a fury of kicks to the chest of Kendrick, punishing him. When he goes for a running shining wizard to put him away, Kendrick grabs Punk’s knee and pulls him down to the ground, before flipping over his enemies fallen body and hooking both legs and arching his back for a leverage pin! One-Two-KICKOUT! Kendrick clambers to his feet at the same time as Punk and the two rush each other, when Kendrick gives Punk a hard kick in the thigh, and hits a major DDT! He stalks after his downed opponent, allowing him to get to his feet, before hitting him with a picture-perfect dropkick. He goes for the pin, but Punk wills out of it at two. The crowd comes alive for Punk’s resilient effort! The crowd gives him the will to climb to his feet, despite the chops that Kendrick starts hitting him with! Punk is finally back to his feet, and lays a few slaps, before hitting Kendrick with a roundhouse to the back of the head! He calls for the Go To Sleep! Kendrick begins getting back to his feet, unaware of Punk’s motives. CM Punk hoists The Brian Kendrick up on his shoulders, looking for the GTS. The fans are on their feet.. No! Kendrick drops back to his feet, clutching his opponent in a headlock. He runs towards the corner and.. Sliced Bread! He hooks the leg, ONE.TWO.THR-- Oh my God! How did he kick out of that!? Kendrick gets up and lifts Punk to his feet as well. He looks for the Superkic-- Punk ducks!? The fans roar as Punk hoists Kendrick up onto his shoulders again. Go To Sleep! Punk falls on Kendrick for the cover, ONE.2. THRE-- So close! Both men struggle to their feet, exhausted from this back and forth thriller. If Kendrick wins, how the hell is he going to compete again later? Punk gives Kendrick a thumb to the eye before he whips he towards the ropes. Punk looks for a clothesline as his opponent returns but it's ducked. SUPERKICK! ONE.TWO.THREE! Kendrick seals his place in the final against Bateman.THE BRIAN KENDRICK vs. CM PUNK -- --
Taz: They're tied on Eighty Five points at the moment, right? Michael Cole: What happens if Bateman loses and they end up tied? Who picks the stipulation then? Booker T: Who knows. Bateman will be looking to make sure it doesn't come down to that. Michael Cole: Hey, perhaps Cesaro will ensure Bateman is unable to compete and take his place by default? Taz: I like it. That's ruthless, man! Booker T: That's not on, dawg. Vince wouldn't allow it! Taz: Nor would these fans. There would be a riot. Chairs would start flying! I don't want to see that again. The scene changes to a limo with black tinted windows pulling up into the parking lot. The door opens opens slightly and a foot can be seen stepping out. The crowd waits in anticipation for who is about to be revealed as the door opens even more as the person steps out even more. The camera tries to lock up after focusing on the boot, but gets pushed back down. The door of the limo can be heard slamming shut as the man begins to walk off with the camera following him. Only revealing a tall man, with long blond hair, wearing a black shirt. The camera picks something up that the tall man says.
The low and smooth voice of the man would be a favorite for the internet nerds to try to decipher later that night, but the man wasn't going to show his face just yet. The limo drives off in a speed of light as the man had now disappeared from camera view as all we see now is a bunch of parked cars. Who was this man and why was he here in TCW at the PPV? We'll know soon enough as the scene fades back to our commentators.
Booker T: DO NOT TELL ME THAT'S WHO I THINK IT IS. Taz: I'm not sure, man. Maybe. Booker T: What the hell does he want? Michael Cole: We'll know soon enough, apparently. Booker T: I don't like this one bit. Taz: The show must go on, no matter how pissed Booker is, haha. Michael Cole: That's right Taz, and what better way to continue than with yet another Main Event quality encounter. Cesaro versus Bateman, next! TCW SERIES SEMI-FINAL These two men have battled before over the past two months and now it would count the most. The cocky Swiss Sensation would start the match up with a lock up on the crowd favorite, which led to Cesaro ending up in a headlock. Bateman grips onto his head, until he is shoved off and sent towards the ropes. Bateman returns and plants Cesaro down with a shoulder block! Cesaro can't even believe it as he rolls out the ring. He's being out-wrestled by Derrick Bateman tonight! Bateman taunts Cesaro and poses for the crowd, doing his best Hulk Hogan impersonation. While doing this, he took his eyes off of Cesaro, who comes back into the ring and hits Bateman with a European Uppercut out of nowhere! One after another, Bateman is dazed! He falls into the corner as Cesaro runs towards him and hits a running knee straight to Bateman's temple! Cesaro taunts the crowd as he himself begins to pose, mocking Bateman. He begins to pick up Bateman, who out of nowhere, goes for an inside cradle! 1-2- Cesaro kicks out! The Swiss Sensation rolls back up and puts his boot to Bateman, stomping viciously away. The crowd lets out major boo's as Cesaro has had enough fun and becomes serious. He grabs Bateman by the hair and irish whips him into the turnbuckle. Cesaro runs at him, going for a flying elbow! But Bateman rolls out of the way! Cesaro goes crashing into the turnbuckle, hitting his head first on the steel post! Bateman begins to rally and the crowd is right behind him! Bateman hits a Dropkick into Cesaro who was recovering in the corner! Cesaro goes rolling out the ring, holding onto his skull. Bateman rallies for even more cheers as he goes running into the ropes! Suicide Dive to Cesaro! Bateman lands on his feet and shouts as he knows this match is almost over! He rolls Cesaro into the ring and immediately sets up for the Man-tastic! And he hits it! Bateman goes for the cover! 1-2-3! Bateman wins, earning himself 30 more points in this series!DERRICK BATEMAN vs. ANTONIO CESARO -- --
Booker T: Kendrick versus Bateman! I can dig that. Taz: Woah, boy! Tonight is like a rollercoaster that only goes up. We're never coming back down. Michael Cole Hahaha. What?! Taz: Y'know, it only gets better. Michael Cole: Hahaha, okay Taz. Booker T: I get you, man, I get you. Taz: I wonder what Bateman will make the Main Event. Booker T: Yeah, the balls in his court. It won't be easy for Kendrick, I can guarantee that. The camera cuts backstage to the, for now, General Managers office. Eve Torres stands looking very worried as Orton paces back and forth. She folds her arms and sighs. Eve Torres: What are we going to do? Orton stops and turns to face Eve. He shakes his head from side to side as she looks at him. Randy Orton: We? What do you mean we? We wouldn't be in this position if you just done the right thing last week. Eve Torres: We can't change that, so stop thinking about it. Who do you think Vince has picked? Randy Orton's jaw tenses up and he punches a hole through the paper thin walls. He heads for the door but turns around and looks at his accomplice. Randy Orton: It doesn't matter who he's picked. The match is going to end the same way regardless who turns up out there. With my arm being raised. He leaves and the camera turns to Eve Torres who shakes her head from side to side with her arms folded. They don't look to excited about later tonight.
Michael Cole: I'm sure you'd be feeling the same if your job was on the line, Booker! Taz: It's a shame your job isn't on the line as well, Cole. Michael Cole: What's that meant to mean? Booker T: We don't want you here, Cole! Hahaha. Taz: Yeah, the fans are sick of you as well. You must be doing some serious ass kissing backstage. Booker T: Nah, Taz. I think maybe he's a sucka! Michael Cole: Yeah, very funny guys. It's the total opposite. Everyone wants me out here on my own, they're sick of you two. Taz: Okay, Cole, I'll believe that when I see it. Michael Cole: How about you two act like professionals and introduce the next match! Booker T: Calm down, Cole. We didn't upset you did we? Haha. Michael Cole: I'll do it then shall I. Next up we have a huge roya-- Taz: Battle Royal. Michael Cole: Oh just get on with it. BATTLE ROYAL The nine competitors stare off, careful to not touch any enemies. When the bell rings, Roode, Sandow, and Ziggler all jump on Lesnar trying to take out the bigger man. They’re stomping him on the ground, all content with how the match is going. Meanwhile, Bryan goes after a nemesis of a few weeks ago, Jericho. He gets a stiff clothesline for his trouble. Edge runs across the ring to attack the Undertaker, clearly showing no fear. When Edge actually gets the upper hand, Trent Baretta makes his presence known by hitting Edge with a dropkick to the skull! Edge falls toward the ropes, barely catching himself. Baretta comes after him to finish the job, but Edge pulls down the ropes, and uses Baretta’s momentum to flip him out of the ring! [TRENT BARETTA HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!] Roode, Sandow, and Ziggler all have Lesnar on the ropes, trying to force him over. Jericho tries taking advantage of the group assault, but as soon as he turns, Edge charges and tosses Y2J unceremoniously to the floor, leaving him shocked! [CHRIS JERICHO HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!] Lesnar seems to be reeling, but at the willing of the crowd, he gets hit with a surge of adrenaline, and begins hitting lefts and rights to all three combatants that have been assaulting him the entire match. He tosses Sandow into the nearest turnbuckle, where Daniel Bryan jumps on him, seemingly trying to win Brock Lesnar’s favor. It’s Roode and Ziggler on the attack of Brock Lesnar again, when the Undertaker strides across the ring, and grabs both Roode and Ziggler by the hair, and slams their heads together. He tosses them both to the floor, and gets in Lesnar’s face, creating a moment of pure nostalgia. The Undertaker and Brock Lesnar, face to face! They break each others’ stares, as they punch each other back and forth! The other competitors all back away, as the two behemoths tear each other limb from limb. Even Daniel Bryan stops his onslaught of Damien Sandow to make sure he isn’t in the way of the brawl. The Undertaker whips Lesnar into the corner occupied by Sandow, crushing him in the process. Edge decides the time to get back into the action is now, as he runs to the kneeling Robert Roode, who is biding his time watching Lesnar and ‘Taker brawl, and hits him in the face with a massive spinning heel kick. Ziggler pounces on Edge though, hitting him with stiff lefts and rights, until Roode also joins in. Daniel Bryan is the only man not involved in any part of the action, and takes to yelling at the fans. “Yes! Yes!” He turns around, and with a head full of steam, goes to help The Undertaker toss out Brock Lesnar! The two of them try forcing Lesnar’s body over the ropes, but meanwhile, Sandow is to his feet, and has a plan. He cautiously sneaks behind the three men, and shoves Bryan into the Deadman, before diving to the ground to play possum. Bryan looks at the Phenom wide-eyed, as he spins to face him. Taker grabs him around the throat, and lifts him high above his own head, and throws him out of the ring with a huge chokeslam! [DANIEL BRYAN HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!] The Undertaker does his signature taunt, before Robert Roode sprints across the ring, and in one swift motion looks for a Superkic-- The Undertaker avoids it and Roode ends up in an awful position on the top rope. Taker smirks and gives Roode a swift right hand sending him to the floor. [ROBERT ROODE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!] As Roode stares at Takerin disbelief, the action continues! Edge is finally battling back against Ziggler, and hits an Edgeucution! Ziggler goes to clothesline his lights out, but Edge ducks under and hits a massive spear to Taker! He gets to his feet and raises his arms in the air but Ziggler grabs him from behind and launches him straight over the top rope! [EDGE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!] Ziggler cheers and waves by to Edge but is met with a huge right hand from Brock Lesnar. He falls back onto the ropes and Lesnar charges. Oh! Brock Lesnar's momentum eliminates both of them! [DOLPH ZIGGLER AND BROCK LESNAR HAVE BEEN ELIMINATED!] The Undertaker and Damien Sandow stare at each other from opposite sides of the ring. They slowly approach one another and soon continue the brawl. Sandow is met with a flurry of punches from his opponent; the Deadman. He's back into a corner and Taker hoists him up to the top rope. He grabs him by the throat. Chokeslam to the outside again? Surely not from up there!? No! Sandow counters and lands on the apron! He tries his best to fight out of this unfortunate predicament. Taker groggily stumbles backwards and Sandow smirks. He looks to enter the ring but Taker charged and delivers a thunderous knee to the face! No! Still Sandow holds on, clutching at the middle rope as if his life depends on it. Alas, Taker smirks. The end is near. Sandow stands up straight and Big Boot! He's eliminated due to going over the top rope via the Chokeslam attempt. [DAMIEN SANDOW HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!] THE UNDERTAKER vs. ROBERT ROODE vs. EDGE vs. DOLPH ZIGGLER vs. DANIEL BRYAN vs. DAMIEN SANDOW vs. CHRIS JERICHO vs. BROCK LESNAR vs. TRENT BARRETA -- --
Booker T: Great match. Taz: I don't know how we're going to top this, I really don't. Tonight has been awesome! Booker T: We still got so much more to go! Thank God! Michael Cole: Speaking of God. After that last match, the arena now turns dark and the Titantron lights up. Tyson Kidd is nestled comfortably in a chair in the Locker Room of the Congregation, reading a King James' version of the Bible. He has a smile on his face, as his eyes fly back and forth down the book. He's reading in the same way a middle-aged woman might read 50 Shades of Gray. Pages are flying, as suddenly, the door opens. In pokes the head of a man no one thought they'd see in forever! A member of the original Ministy, Gangrel! The vampire-esque ex-superstar pushed his way into the Locker Room of the Congregation, and lowered his sunglasses as he stared at Kidd. "This creature of the night beckons to you. You may have learned of a path of God, but do not let it fool you into thinking it surpasses the power of Darkness! The Prince and his demons will reign over you, and they will cast you into the ground as you burn for believing that you can be saved by Holy means! The Prince of Darkness and all that..." Gangrel's rant is stopped when Tyson Kidd slams the King James' closed. He sets it on the table, and kicks out of the chair. He pulls off his pure white hooded sweatshirt, and approaches Gangrel whilst looking deep into his face. "Listen you over-hyped Satanist, you're nothing in the eyes of God. He has already signed your name to the book of the damned, and no amount of Dark power can save you. To believe that is merely laughable. God is the way. You know, I once thought that God was powerless, but I learned the truth. Maybe you can be helped too, and maybe your stupid brain can be purged of all the idiotic thoughts it's been known to produce." He hands him a pamphlet, that seems to be a voucher for Bray Wyatt's sermons. Gangrel is then shoved out of the room, where he is left staring at the pamphlet, pondering his life choices.
Booker T: That's definitely a unique group Bray Wyatt has there. Taz: I'm not sure if they'll be able to overcome The Ministry though, man. Booker T: I bet they will, dawg. My money is definitely on The Congregation. Michael Cole: That'll be a great match I'm sure. Moving on though, next up we have Drew McIntyre versus The Hurricane! SINGLES MATCH Drew McIntyre stands in his half of the ring as the bell sounds off. He glances around him, seeing all the fans, cheering for him. Then his eyes drop to The Hurricane, who does his signature, superhero pose. Drew walks boldly towards the “hero” who doesn’t back down from the larger man. The Hurricane goes to drop down between the legs of McIntyre, but Drew drops a knee down between the shoulder blades of the smaller man and smiles at the crowd. Keeping his knee pressed into Hurricane’s back, he spins around so he’s facing the same way Hurricane would be, if his face wasn’t pressed into the mat. He locked his fingers together under Hurricane’s chin, and pulled upwards while he pressed his knee down hard. The Hurricane screamed out in pain! The crowd tried willing The Hurricane up, and he started to crawl towards the ropes! Inches away, Hurricane stretched as far as he could towards the ropes! Just as he touched them, inciting rope break, McIntyre let his fingers loose, and let gravity pull the Hurricane’s head to the mat with a hard thud. He dragged the lifeless superhero to the middle of the ring, and covered him. One-Two- Kickout! The Hurricane seems to have special abilities! The crowd comes alive, as Drew dramatically gets to his feet and backs away in fear of the rising superhero! The Hurricane is on his feet, and he does his signature pose again, in spite of McIntyre! Drew runs at the Hurricane, but the Hurricane is ready, and hits a huge clothesline! Drew pops up again, but gets taken down with another clothesline. The Hurricane is on fire, as he climbs the turnbuckle and waits for McIntyre to stand… Diving Missile Dropkick! The Hurricane is on a Hurri-roll! He goes for a pin, but only gets a two count! Slightly frustrated, the Hurricane pulls Drew to his feet. He gets a stiff shot to the mid-section for his troubles, as McIntyre regains the upper hand with a double-underhook suplex. He drops a hard knee on the neck of the Hurricane, going back to where he was attacking him earlier. He drops a few fists on the Hurricane’s neck before being pulled off by the referee. Hurricane uses the ropes to get up and as Drew looks to continue his attack, Hurricane nails him with a dropkick! McIntyre drops to his knees. Shining Wizard! Hurricane covers, ONE.TWO.THREE!DREW MCINTYRE vs. THE HURRICANE -- --
Booker T: Drew had that in the bag, what the hell just happened! Michael Cole: The good guy never loses, Booker. Have you never seen a superhero movie? Booker T: Shut up, Cole. Taz: Before these two kill each other, let's get another match in! TELEVISION TITLE MATCH The Milan Miracle and the TCW Champion circle around the ring. Wade Barrett has a gleam of nothing but pure passion in his eyes, as he circles his prey. The standoff ends when Santino pounces Wade Barrett, nearly catching the larger man off guard. Santino gets behind the bigger man, locking him up around the waist. He tries to lift the larger man, but to no avail! He’s not strong enough! Barrett throws back a fierce elbow that sends Santino back into the ropes. Barrett runs at him, looking for his signature big boot between the ropes. BUT SANTINO MOVES! Barrett’s leg is caught on the ropes, and Santino hits a fierce chop block to Barrett’s leg that’s on the ground, sending the Englishman to the mat. Santino starts kicking and stomping Barrett, but he continues to get to his feet anyways. Wade Barrett knows his title’s on the line, and in jeopardy! Santino looks to finish Barrett off, and rebounds off the ropes, looking to attack the kneeling Barrett, but Barrett leaps to his feet and hits the (Blackout? The move where he spins them in a circle and hits a sidewalk slam)! Barrett goes for the cover, but Santino wills out of it at the count of two! Barrett drops a knee on Santino’s head, and leaves that knee pressing down on the neck of the Italian Stallion for the ref’s four-count before letting him up and taunting at the audience. It’s time, he calls, for the Souvenir elbow! He grabs Santino off the ground by his arm, and wraps his arm behind his neck. He goes to finish the move by pushing Santino forward, but Santino “hulks out” and doesn’t budge. His other arm, the Cobra arm, comes alive! Barrett still behind him, Santino cocks the Cobra, and spins to Barrett! He goes for the strike, but Barrett ducks and adjusts Santino for Wasteland! However, Santino sees it coming and is able to weasel out of it. He rolls under the ropes, and tries catching his breath on the outside as Wade Barrett simply strokes his beard, thinking of how to finish this guy. Santino lets the count get to 8 before even attempting to get back in the ring, and as soon as he does, Wade Barrett pounces and begins hitting hard lefts and rights. He throws the smaller Santino into the corner and continues berating him with hard shots to the mid-section. Santino puts all of his efforts into protecting himself, but Wade Barrett is a madman with a cause. He pulls Santino out of the corner with a hard Irish-whip across the ring and Santino crashes hard into the opposite corner, and then stumbles into a massive backdrop from Barrett. Santino writhes around on the ground, and Wade begins calling for Wasteland. He lifts Santino onto his shoulders, but no! Santino gets back to his feet and dropkicks Barrett to the back which sends him stumbling forward. Santino quickls looks around the arena and whips out his sleeve! He slides it on and sets it up. Barrett turns around right into The Cobra! Santino hooks the leg, ONE.2.THREE!WADE BARRETT vs. SANTINO MARELLA -- --
Michael Cole: I thought Barrett's reign would never end. Taz: Great showing from Santino. Nobody has been able to overcome Barrett. Michael Cole: I doubt this is the last time these two face off. Booker T: Our next match is gonna be a good one. These two having been going back and forth for months now! NO HOLDS BARRED MATCH The bell rings, signaling the beginning of the match, and immediately both men rush towards each other, neither man wanting to let the other gain the upper hand. Both superstars fire off strong right and left handed shots, and the crowd cheer as Riley slowly gains the upper hand early on, throwing several strong punches at Ambrose, who stumbles backwards towards the ropes. Riley takes a few steps backwards, before charging at Ambrose and clotheslining him over the top rope, taking himself over the top as well! Both men lay on the ground outside the ring panting for breath, and their respective managers shout words of advice at their clients, urging them to get to their feet. Slowly they begin to stir, with Riley making it to his feet first and attempting a clothesline, but Ambrose ducks it and hits Riley with a big dropkick that sends him crashing down to the ground. Ambrose gets back up to his feet an begins hunting under the ring for something fun, which gets the audience cheering in excitement in spite of it being Ambrose who is hunting. He rummages around for long enough to give Riley time to get back up to his feet, and he pulls Ambrose out from underneath the ring by his feet... But as Ambrose emerges from beneath, he swings a wild swing with a Kendo Stick, which collides with the side of Riley’s head with a smack! Riley stumbles backwards towards the announce table, and Ambrose jumps up to his feet and dashes towards his opponent, who ducks and lifts Ambrose over his head with a back body drop! Ambrose crashes down onto the announce table with a thud as the announcers back away, trying to find space to continue their duty whilst watching the fallen Ambrose laying on their table in front of them.DARREN AMBROSE vs. ALEX RILEY -- -- Riley glances at his opponent who lays on the table in pain, before moving across to the side of the table and grabbing a steel chair, which he promptly decides to bring down across the torso of Ambrose, the sound of the chair colliding with skin causing a huge echo around the auditorium, and the sound of Ambrose wailing in pain causes several members of the crowd to flinch. Riley drops the chair on the floor before trying to climb up onto the table, but Layla appears on the edge of the screen and pulls Riley’s leg away, causing him to crash down head first on the edge of the table and drop to the ground. Flair quickly removes the diva from the situation, walking after her, but it’s too late to change the damage that is already done. Ambrose slowly gets up to his feet, not completely steady as he balances on the table, trying to make sure nothing terrible happens. He kicks out as Riley grabs at him, but Riley manages to get ahold of the leg and push Ambrose backwards, before joining the psychopathic young star upon the table, the audience cheering at the scene that unfolds them as the two youngsters trade right and left handed punches, teetering unevenly upon the table. Riley gains the upper hand by kicking Ambrose in the gut, before lifting him up onto his shoulders! The audience get behind Riley, chanting his name as they anticipate something amazing... But Ambrose slides off of the shoulders of Riley, and kicks him in the gut, before landing a strong DDT! The table collapses beneath them both, and Riley is busted wide open as they both lay on the ground in the rubble of the commentary table, chants of ‘Holy Shit’ echoing around the arena as the referee desperately tries to work out if they’re fit to continue or not! Flair runs over to Riley, checking up on the rookie competitor, telling him that it isn’t over yet, and he can still win this. Riley slowly begins to stir, but Ambrose is already up to his feet and walks over to the previously used steel chair, slamming it down onto the floor over and over again, preparing Riley for a battering... He swings the chair as Riley gets up to his feet, but it’s ducked! Riley kicks Ambrose in the gut, causing him to drop the chair onto the floor, before DDTing him directly onto the steel! And now Ambrose is busted open! Riley glares down at Ambrose, the crimson mask shimmering in the light, and something inside of Riley clearly snaps. He drags Ambrose to his feet, before grabbing him by the arm and whipping him across the ringside area. Ambrose slams into the security barricade with an almighty thud, and the audience groan as the blood drips down from the brow of Ambrose, creating a small pool of blood on the ground. Riley follows up his assault with a vicious kick to the skull of Ambrose, Layla standing nearby wailing as her boyfriend is viciously assaulted by Riley. He looks over at the diva, before smirking and placing his hand upon Ambrose’s forehead, getting some of his blood on his hand before licking it off with a chuckle. Riley once again lifts Ambrose up and attempts an irish whip, however it’s reversed and this time Riley himself is thrown into the steel turnbuckle post! Ambrose smirks, before lifting Riley into the ring, chuckling as he returns to looking beneath the ring, eventually coming out from underneath with a trash can filled with weapons, which he quickly hurls over the top rope and into the ring. Ambrose slides into the ring, before pouring out the contents of the trash can onto the mat, including stop signs, another kendo stick, and even a nightstick. Ambrose searches amongst the goodies, before picking up the kendo stick and awaiting Riley getting up to his feet, before smacking the stick into his gut, and taking him down with a choking Russian Leg Sweep! Ambrose smirks, before making the cover... One... Two... Th- No! Riley kicks out, much to Ambrose’s dismay! He gets up to his feet and approaches the referee, cussing him out hardcore, but while his back is turned Riley takes advantage, picking up the trash can before awaiting Ambrose turning around... Which he eventually does, and gets a trash can shot to the head for his trouble! He stumbles around, before being hit another time by Riley! Again he stumbles around, and this time Riley places the trash can on the head of Ambrose, before hitting him with a huge dropkick which sends him crashing down to the floor! Riley this time makes the cover... One... Two... Th- No! Layla pulls the referee out of the ring! Riley approaches the ropes, screaming at his ex-girlfriend, but all the while Dean Ambrose is up on his feet, and has gotten brass knuckles out of his trunks! Riley turns around... And ducks a right hand before attempting a DDT... But Ambrose wriggles out of it and hitting him with a right handed punch with the brass knucks! Riley stumbles backwards, before bouncing off back towards Ambrose who grabs ahold of him... And hits the Midnight Special! He stares out at the audience through the blood, before letting out a deep sigh and making a cover... One... Two... Three! It’s all over! Dean Ambrose picks up the win!
Michael Cole: Just when you thought tonight couldn't get any better, that happens. Taz: I know a few guys who would be really proud of that match! It was extreme! Michael Cole: That's for sure. They'll both be hurting for weeks. Booker T: From one grueling match to what is sure to be another. Six Man Tag Team Match These two teams stand for complete opposite things and tonight, who would triumph over the other? Black and Kidd would start the match for their respective teams with Kidd throwing kicks to Black's legs. Black couldn't retaliate as Tyson's feet were too quick. He would finally find an opening and jab his elbow across Tyson's face! Tyson fell to the mat, holding his right eye. Black began to stomp on his opponent, as the crowd didn't show much love for either team. Black makes his way to tag a partner, dragging Tyson along with him as DiBiase can be heard screaming for a tag, but Wyatt is just standing on the apron, praying! Black makes the tag to the vicious Paul Burchill, who comes in and grabs a hold of Tyson, hitting a snap suplex! Tyson holds onto his lower back in agony as Burchill goes for the pin! 1-2- kick out by Kidd! Burchill immediately goes back at it, trying to hit the C-4, but Tyson rallies and hits a Enziguri! Burchill goes flat to the mat and is clearly shaken up, trying to reach for a tag as is Tyson! They both make it and DiBiase and Mordecai come running into the ring and take one another out with a clothesline! They had the same idea! Black runs into the ring and is confused as Wyatt still hasn't moved, just has his hands in a praying motion and looking towards the ceiling. Black grins sadistically and walks slowly over to Wyatt and plants a hard slap across Wyatt's face! Wyatt's prayer is interrupted and he finally looks at Black and grins himself as he steps into the ring! Black kicks at Wyatt's leg, who doesn't even react to each hit! He stretches his arms out and continues to grin until he grabs a hold of Black's leg! He hits a massive spinebuster! Black rolls around in pain as Wyatt can be heard laughing in the ring! He grabs a hold of Black's hair, as the other four men battle outside the ring. Wyatt Irish whips Black and goes for a flapjack! But he sends Black over the top rope and crashing into his opponents AND team mates! Everyone is laid out, except Bray! Wyatt rolls out the ring and grabs a hold of Black's hair and rolls him back into the ring. He throws Black into the turnbuckle and hits a Three Point Stance Corner Splash! Black goes limp and Wyatt immediately grabs a hold of him and goes for his Twisting Flatliner... And he hits it! Everyone is still laid out as Wyatt goes for the pin! 1-2-3! The Congregation prevails here tonight!THE CONGREGATION vs. THE MINISTRY -- --
Taz: Are The Congregation the superior stable? I think so! Michael Cole: We're about to find out who Orton's mystery opponent is. Who's your money on? Taz: Rob Van Dam! Booker T: It's gotta be The Rock for me, definitely. Vince isn't closer to anyone else. Michael Cole: I think you're right, Book. *HEY, NOTHING YOU CAN SAY* Randy Orton makes his way out to the ring without Eve Torres. Perhaps she didn't want to be out there when she loses her job. Randy Orton looks focuses as he walks to the ring, ignoring the verbal abuse from the fans. He soaks it up in true heel fashion and enters the ring. The fans boo as he stand in the corner of the ring and performs his signature pose. His theme slowly fades out as he awaits his mystery opponent. *NO CHANCE, NO CHANCE IN HELL* Vince McMahon with an arrogant grin on his face walks out onto the Zero Tolerance stage. One hand in his pocket and the other holding a mic. He stares Orton down as waits for the fans to calm down, then lifts the mic to his mouth. Vince McMahon I bet this has been on your mind all week, huh? Well I won't keep you, or these fans, waiting any longer. You're opponent, and the man that's going to cost you your job... John Cena! The fans erupt as Vince reveals Randy Orton's opponent. Orton shakes his head from side to side and doesn't look pleased at all. Vince smirks and leaves the stage through the curtain as the fans begin chanting Cena's name. It goes silent until... *YOU'RE TIME IS UP, MY TIME IS NOW* NO DISQUALIFICATION MATCH Randy Orton and John Cena circle each other as the bell sounds. The Cena fans are out in full force tonight! CENA, CENA, CENA. Randy Orton drowns it out and ignores them as the two lock-up in the center of the ring. Cena showcases his superior strength as he pushes Orton into a corner. The referee says let him go and Cena does, allowing Randy Orton to give him a thumb to the eye! Cena holds his face in pain as Orton drops him to the mat with a dropkick! Cena gets straight back up though and the pair lock-up once again. Cena again pushes Orton into the corner of the ring but this time Irish-whips him hard into the opposite corner. Orton hits the turnbuckles hard and the momentum sends him forward. He walks directly into a bodyslam from Cena! Cena helps Orton to his feet and continues his onslaught. After a flurry of punches to the chest Orton leaves the ring. He walks around and Cena slides out and follows. Orton has been in this business long enough to know the small tricks and slides back into the ring, ready for when Cena does the same. Cena does slide in and Orton lays into him instantly with several stomps to the back of the head. Now The Viper was in slight control. Cena tries getting up but whilst he's on his knees, Orton nails him with a vicious punt to the back! He then targets Cena's limbs. Randy Orton delivers a vicious stomp to Cena's legs, then arm, then head, then finally his other arm! Cena doesn't know which part of his body hurts most. Orton takes a breather as he waits for John to get back up and as he does he looks for a clothesline, which is ducked! Cena turns around and lays into Orton again with many punches but finishes up this time with a kick to the gut and a DDT! JOHN CENA vs. RANDY ORTON -- -- The fans are on their feet as a chorus of boos nearly brings the roof of this arena. It can only mean one thing? Eve Torres. She runs down the ramp as best she can in her heel with a steel chair in hand. She calls Randy's name and jumps up onto the apron. The current WarZone GM hurls the chair across the ring but it's intercepted by John Cena. Eve's facial expression is one to remember as Cena shakes his head as her. She tries seducing him as he throws the chair down but it's not use. Cena doesn't succumb to her tactics, much to the fans delight. Eve slaps John Cena in retaliation! The momentum of the slap make Cena turn around, where Randy Orton is running at him. He jumps out of the way and Randy Orton runs into Eve Torres! She crashes off the apron and onto the floor, rolling around in agony. One of her heels falls off as she kicks her feet in frustration. Randy Orton hands his head in shame and swears. Shit. Shit indeed, Randy. He turns around and walks into John Cena who hoists him up. Attitude Adjustment! The fans go crazy as Cena covers, 1...2...No! What? How? That was meant to be it. Cena smirks and shakes his head, Randy still has some fight in him. Cena isn't worried however and lifts Orton to his feet. He whips him against the ropes but Orton slides under the bottom rope and heads for cover. Orton walks around the ring with Cena following. He checks on Eve who is still on the floor clutching her ankle. She screams at Orton and tells him to get this match over and done with. She then points at Cena who was getting closer. Orton gives Cena a kick to the knee cap! He then launches Cena into the steel steps. Cena hold his shoulder and screams in pain. The fans aren't optimistic about this. Randy Orton will take full advantage. He stomps on Cena's shoulder twice before he grabs the steel steps. He places them to the side as Cena gets up. He gives John a chop to the chest before he launches him into the barricade. The same shoulder connects with the barricade and he rolls around in agony as Orton smirks. He aggressively grabs Orton by the head and sets him up. Powerbomb on the steel steps! He isn't done though. This is John Cena! Randy needs to ensure he won't be getting back up. As Cena lays across the steel steps on his back Randy Orton grabs the chair from in the ring. He smashes it against the steel ring post to the the adrenaline going before he looks at Cena. He raises it in the air and brings it down.. No! John Cena rolls out of the way. Cena tries to get to his feet and uses the announce table to do so but Orton drives the chair into his gut. He then pulls everything off the announce table. Uh oh. This doesn't look good for the returning Cena. Randy rolls Cena onto the table as the announcers clear the area. He lifts the almost dead like weight up and.. RKO! RKO TO CENA THROUGH THE TABLE! Randy Orton winces but the damage had been done. Cena was out cold. All Orton had to do now was move him into the ring and get the pinfall. Orton rolls Cena into the ring and hooks the leg. This is it, Eve and Orton are safe! ONE.2.THR-- No! Cena get's his shoulder up! Randy Orton swears once again, this time at the referee. He covers Cena again. ONE.TWO.T-- No! Cena kicks out again! Unbelievable. Randy begins to breathe heavily, clearly frustrated with Cena's will power. He gets to his feet but drops to the mat, slamming the canvas with his fist. He stalks his prey as he desperately tries to get to his feet. Another RKO will put this match to bed. Cena get up and Orton strikes. RK-- Cena pushes Orton away. He runs the ropes and as he returns Cena lifts him up. Attitude Adju-- What?! Eve Torres limps into the ring and nails Cena with a low blow! He falls to the mat and Orton covers. Eve Torres sits on top of Orton to make sure Cena doesn't kick out. ONE.TWO.THR-- Cena kicks out! What the hell does Orton have to do. He helps Cena to his feet and looks for an RKO but Cena shoves Orton again, this time directly into Eve. Orton stops himself before he crashes into Eve. He turns around and is hoisted up once again. ATTITUDE ADJUSTMENT! He covers, ONE.2.THREE!
Booker T: Aw hell yeah! Taz: Eve and Orton are unemployed. Everybody won here! Booker T: Now we just need to get rid of Cole. Michael Cole: Let's not start that up again! Booker T: Oh, looks like Vince has something to say. I bet he fires Eve and Orton right now, haha! The titantron turns on and is in the office of former General Manager Eve Torres. The fans all turn their heads as Vince McMahon looks out with a huge grin on his face. Orton and Eve stand in the ring as Cena makes his way to the back, his job was done. Their fate however, was about to be broadcast around the world. Eve's mascara starts to run, she was already a state and Vince hadn't fired her yet. Vince McMahon: Well, you know the deal! Randy... YOU'RE FIRED! He shouts for everyone to hear. The fans cheer and Randy Orton isn't pleased. He shakes his head and kicks the ropes before he leaves the ring without Eve. She remains in the ring, begging Vince. Tears run down her face as Vince smirks down at her on the big screen. Eve Torres: Please Vince, give me a second chance, please! Vince McMahon: I'll deal with you in a minute. First I'd like you to meet you're successor here to my right. The camera pans to the left to reveal Kevin Nash standing next to the chairman! Eve shakes her head in disappointment and walks to the ropes. She tries to leave the ring but it stopped by Vince. Vince McMahon: Eve, stop, stop. I've had a change of hear. I'm a nice man, I'm sure you'll agree. I've decided to give you a second chance. The fans boo as Eve now stands with a huge smile on her face, wiping the mascara from his cheeks. Vince McMahon: From now on you'll be my official assistant! The fans laugh loudly as Eve stamps around, humiliated in front of thousands of people in attendance and millions watching at home. She huffs and puffs as she leaves the ring and heads up the ramp. Vince isn't done tho. Vince McMahon: Oh and one more thing. To make life easier for you, I've given you some help. I understand Santino Marella won a battle royal a few weeks ago. His prize? He's your assistant. That should shut him up. Vince McMahon laughs to himself as the screen fades to black. The camera zooms in on Eve Torres looking far from happy as she walks through the curtain and into the backstage area. Poor Santino.
Booker T: I knew it! Taz: I just feel sorry for Santino. Besides Orton, he got the worst deal here. Booker T: I think I'd rather quit than work for Eve. Michael Cole: If the boss can give her a second chance, I think you can too! Booker T: Yeah, whatever, Cole. Taz: I can't believe it's nearly time for out main event. Michael Cole: Not long now. Only a few more minutes before they start making their way to the ring! The camera cuts to the back where we can see Santino Marella strutting around. Santino is in a very good mood, running around with his title. Santino walks around the corner and meets up with Todd Grisham. Santino: Todd, Todd did you see that? Did you see! Todd is startled but answers. Todd Grisham: Yeah I saw, congratulations. Santino: I won the TV Title! I am the TV Champion-eh! Todd smiles at Santino who is running around like a wild man. Santino runs passed Todd and down the corridor screaming about his victory. Santino: I am the Champion-eh! I am the Champion-eh! Santino has lost it and is running wild and no one can really blame him. The camera fades..
Taz: He better celebrate while he can, he won't be when he's doing all of Eve's dirty work. The excitement reaches fever pitch in preparation for the Main Event. TCW Championship on the line, TCW Series finale, The Brian Kendrick Vs. Derrick Bateman. It’s sure to be an absolute slobberknocker, in an Ultimate X clash, one man has to win. The fans erupt into a huge amount of cheers when the ring announcer grabs the microphone, announcing that it’s time for the Ultimate X match for the TCW Championship. However, he soon announces that there is a special guest ring announcer for the upcoming match, which causes some confusion amongst the crowd, until... *NO CHANCE* The crowd explode at the appearance of the Chairman, who clearly wants to keep a close eye on proceedings in the next match. He struts out onto the stage, microphone in hand, and walks down to the ring with purpose. He slides into the ring underneath the bottom rope, a huge smile on his face, and lifts the microphone up to his mouth to begin his announcing duties...
*Here Comes The Money!* The crowd explode once again, shocked at the appearence of Vince’s son, Shane. It soon becomes clear that Vince is serious in his attempts to keep Kendrick away from the title, as Shane McMahon dances out onto the stage with a huge grin on his face. He looks from side to side, looking at the huge reaction that is thrown his way. He inhales deeply, taking in the scenes, before walking down the ramp, smiling. He nods into the ring at his father, who watches on proudly, before he strolls around the ring and takes his seat next to the commentary team. His music dies down, and Vince once again raises the microphone to his mouth...
The audience get up to their feet and turn towards the stage, excited about what could come next, and they are not disappointed... *Uh, Uh, Shawn!* The audience explode yet again, thrilled to see the Heart Break Kid back out on stage in a Wrestling arena. He charges out from behind the set, throwing his arms out to the side as the audience bow in appreciation of him. He smiles as he looks out at the audience, before running down to the ring and sliding into the ring, running the ropes on each side before shaking hands with Vince McMahon, and sliding out of the ring on the other side. He smirks as he takes his seat beside the ring-bell, and McMahon continues with the introductions... TCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE MATCH The bell sounds and instantly both men run to opposite corners. They start climbing the structure and begin slowly but surely inching across the red ropes. The title begins to gently sway side to side as these two get close and closer and closer. They both nearly have a hand on it but Derrick Bateman drops to the mat. He smirks as he pulls down on Kendrick's leg. He falls back down to the mat and eats a stiff right hand from the USA Guy. Kendrick stumbles back a few pegs but sends a right hand of his own in the opposite direction. The two share a slug fest as the crowd are split. Let's Go Kendrick, Let's Go Bateman! Oohs and aah fill the arena after each punch until Bateman mixes it up with a kick to the gut. He follows up by launching Kendrick shoulder first into the steel ring post. The Brian Kendrick gets back upright and turns around. Bateman charges at him but The Union leader raises a leg and boots Bateman in the face. He climbs to the top rope, ready to go air born but Derrick Bateman swiftly shoves Kendrick! He descends to the outside, crashing chest first on the barricade! He could have popped a lung. Bateman tries climbing up to the ropes and grabbing the title once again. He edges closer and closer. Slow but steady. This match was as good as over unless The Brian Kendrick kicked his ass into gear. He does and slides into the ring. As he gets up he, parkour like, jumps to the top rope and bounces straight up onto the red ropes. He quickly edges close to Bateman and when he decides he's close enough, starts kicking away as his opponent. He delivers a thunderous kick to the chest of Bateman which sends the TCW Series winner flying off the ropes. He flips in the air and lands hard on his back! The momentum of the kick was too much for Kendrick though and his fingers slip, thus he lands on the mat next to Bateman. The two struggle to get up after taking such a brutal fall.DERRICK BATEMAN vs. THE BRIAN KENDRICK -- -- They finally get to their feet, with help from the ring ropes, and meet in the center of the ring. Kendrick begins thrashing away as Bateman's right thigh with a combo of stiff kicks. Bateman drops to one knee and Kendricks look set to kick him in the face but what's this!? That's CM Punk. Who's he with? Wade Barrett? Dean Ambrose? And Randy Orton!? He's fired, what's he doing here!? Vince McMahon goes mad at ringside and starts calling for security but they're too late. Punk has a mic in hand as him and his pals walk to towards our Main Event. "See, this isn't good enough. I should be in this match. Not Brian Kendrick, and certainly not Derrick Bateman. We demand some respect for what we've done for this company the last two months. We put butts in seats. These people come to see us. To ensure we get that respect, welcome to our very own New World Order." Punk drops the mic and they run to the ring. Randy Orton grabs a chair from under the ring and joins them. Punk and Barrett lay into Derrick Bateman. They then lift him to his feet and Punk signals for it. He hoists him up... Go To Sleep! Randy Orton holds Kendrick as Ambrose delivers several shots to his face before putting him in Orton's capable hands for a middle rope DDT... On the chair! Derrick Bateman and The Brian Kendrick writhe around in pain as security finally joins them in the ring and escorts the nWo out of the building. CM Punk grins as he is forcefully dragged back by several men. His plan has come off without a hitch. Vince yells at Shane to get in the ring to see if they're both okay. The match has to go on! Shane slides in and checks on The Brian Kendrick first. He gives a thumbs up to Vince then checks on Bateman. Shane gives yet another thumbs up and the match rages on. Kendrick and Bateman both take a while to steady themselves but soon get back in the thick of it. Bateman whips Kendrick against the ropes and as he returns his locks in a headlock. Or is it? No! He was setting up for the Man-Tastic! The crowd cheer as Kendrick lays on his back in the middle of the ring. Go Bateman, go! He climbs up onto the turnbuckle and moves along the rope. A little closer and you're the new World Champion! What?! Is that Ryback! He slides into the ring and pulls Bateman down. He stands in a confused state as the fans boo! Ryback nails Bateman with a huge lariat that nearly takes his head off. The fans are going crazy as Bateman is about to be screwed out of his title win. He lifts Kendrick up and props him up so he is sitting on his shoulders. He steadies himself and The Brian Kendrick tries to get the title belt. He's not high enough, he needs to stand on Ryback's shoulders if he's going to reach it! A dazed Derrick Bateman fighting on pure instinct gets up and tackles Ryback to the ground, which sends Kendrick to the canvas as well. Bateman starts laying into Kendrick with stomps and punches to the face! He has found a second wind. Ryback gets up but Shane McMahon being the badass he is takes him on. Vince McMahon isn't far behind and brings a steel chair with him. Ryback smirks, not afriad. Double Lariat! Shane McMahon curls up in pain as Vince rolls to the outside.Bateman sends Ryback over the top rope, leaving just him, Kendrick and a injured Shane McMahon. Then all of a sudden... *GONG* Is that The Undertaker!? The fans roar as everyone in the ring waits for The Undertaker's arrival. The lights come on however and he's nowhere to be seen. Someone else is however, Stone Cold Steve Austin! He flips Derrick Bateman off and kicks him between the legs! Vince's eyes grow bigger as he and Austin look at each other. The Texas Rattlesnake rolls to the outside and talks trash to Vince McMahon before giving him a STONE COLD STUNNER! He can't talk trash for long though. SWEET CHIN MUSIC! Shawn Michaels laid Stone Cold out with the Sweet Chin Music. Shane McMahon clutching his neck slides a ladder into the ring and tells Bateman to finish this match! He sets it up and begins to climb as the carnage ensues around him. Paul Heyman enters the fold and takes it upon himself to save this match for his client; The Brian Kendrick. Bateman is inches away from grabbing the TCW World Title but Paul Heyman pushes the ladder over! Bateman is sent crashing down, his throat bouncing off the top rope! Shawn Michaels chases Heyman who flees up the ramp and into the backstage area. He was long gone before HBK could get ahold of him. Derrick Bateman can't take much more punishment but these fans still root for him. USA! USA! USA! Derrick Bateman shakes his head from side to side. Not this way. He can't let them down. He can't let his country down! Clutching the back of his neck, he climbs the turnbuckle and jumped up onto the ropes once more. Kendrick does the same! This has to be it surely! They meet in the middle and begin to kick at each other. Oh! Bateman's hand slips, but he's still holding on with the other! Oh, no! Kendrick nearly falls too! Both men with one hand on the rope! It must be over for whoever falls. They both fall but land on their feet! Man-Tastic to Kendrick! Bateman nails his finisher! He grabs the ladder that had been pushed over earlier and sets it up. He starts climbing... He gets the title! Bateman wins! BATEMAN WINS! Bateman drops down to the mat, clutching the TCW Championship close to his chest. As his music begins to resonate throughout the arena, his eyes fill will water and he clutches the title close to his chest, as Ryback slides in and tends to Kendrick. He raises Kendrick's arm in the air, a winner in The Union's eyes. The festivities are cut short however, as Ryback is met by a steel chair shot to the back of the head! He drops down to the ground, and Kendrick tries to back away from the assailant, who appears to be none-other than Shawn Michaels. He drops the belt on the floor and moves away from Michaels, straight into the arms of Vince McMahon, who holds Kendrick still by grabbing ahold of his arms... Shawn Michaels warms up the band and the audience cheer wildly, as he takes two steps forward... But Kendrick ducks, and HBK hits Vince McMahon with a Sweet Chin Music! Michaels looks down at McMahon, mortified, but... What’s this? Slowly, Michaels begins to smirk, looking up at Kendrick. This can’t be true?! Has Shawn Michaels joined The Union? Heyman and Austin slide into the ring, and Ryback slowly gets up to his feet, before all five men raise their arms up to the sky in unison! The Brian Kendrick watches on as Derrick Bateman sits on the ramp with his newly won World Heavyweight Title. He makes title gestures around his waist as the camera zooms in on HBK who, unlike the others, remains focused on Vince McMahon.
Taz: I can't believe it, Cole. Booker T: What a historical night! Michael Cole: On behalf of everyone here at TCW, we hope you enjoyed the show. Make sure you tune in to WarZone next week for all the aftermath! Edit: Nov 04, 12 6:14pm | |
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Many men taste defeat many times in their life. To experience such a defeat, is to experience a loss of self for some. You put everything in yourself, your whole life, on the line. You bear down, grit your teeth, and you fight for everything you stand for. And when you lose, your life crumbles. Sometimes, you lose your chance at redemption, but everything in your heart urges you to try again and again. Ric Flair knew this. Flair: "Listen kid, you gotta let the Ambrose thing go. He's not just one man anymore. The revolution hit. You stand alone, and he doesn't. Take it from me. When Hunter and I ran Evolution, we picked guys like you from the herd. We targeted the lone warrior, and used him as an example. Scott Steiner, Shawn Michaels, Mick Foley, Goldberg... The list goes on. We decimated everyone that didn't have backup, that didn't have a friend in the world. And right now, that's you. You have me, but you've seen what Dean can do alone." The camera pans off of Ric Flair's face, where it had been contently focused for his speech so far. He was clad in a nice business suit, all of his body weight pressed into his cane. Ric Flair was a broken man, but it would so happen that he felt a world lighter now that Alex was done with Dean. Or so he thought. Alex was still obsessed. He'd never beaten Dean Ambrose, his nemesis. The Nature Boy wouldn't dare say it to Riley, and perhaps he didn't believe it at all, but Dean Ambrose seemed to be superior to Alex Riley. Alex was standing next to Flair, which the camera's constant motion away from Flair revealed. The Titantron clearly showed that Ric and Alex were sitting together in a training room, Alex beading sweat, a towel cast over his bare shoulder. Alex ran a hand through his hair, but said nothing. Flair: "Now, kid, I know you don't want to think it, but the NWO is beyond your control. I know it as well as you, partner, that Dean and Punk and Orton and Barrett all mean bad business, but look at what they're doing? They're going up against the Union! You have no quarrel with anybody! You can cruise right along, pick up all kinds of victories, while the Union and the New World Order destroy each other!" With this, Alex Riley let out an audible sigh. He fully believed his mentor, even loved listening to him talk on most occasions, but this was too much. He had a pounding headache. Every thought flowing through his brain was either a flashback of that horrific No Holds Barred match, or the image of Dean having his hand raised at the end, or of Dean and Layla making out. He had no will to listen to the Nature Boy ramble. He looked up to Ric Flair, who had read most of Riley's frustration, and a hurt look crossed Flair's face. Riley: "No, Ric, I'm sorry. I know what you're saying. This little feud we had is over. He's won Layla over, he's won the matches, he's completed his Revolution. The bad guy won, again. Do you want to know when the last time the good guy won? Zero Tolerance. Derrick Bateman. He beat Brian Kendrick, amongst chaos and disorder, and became our first TCW World Champion! But where does that leave him? A target. He's alone, just as I am. The bad guys are going to march in, and rip that belt from around the waist of Derrick Bateman, and there's no one willing to stop them. The bad guys are going to win, no matter if one of them is decimated in this turf war, they are going to gain the power from the rest of the business. And Ric, that doesn't leave me anything." Riley wiped the sweat from above his brow, and turned his back to Flair. With a shrug, the towel fell to the ground, and he put his fists up and began punching the heavy bag ahead of him. Left after right, Alex Riley pulverized the bag, each right thinking of Dean Ambrose, and each left thinking of the bad guys path to dominance. Ric Flair heard Riley mumble something under his breath, and only caught a bit of it. Riley: "...and there's no way to stop them..." | |
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