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Nov 12, 12 at 3:56pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
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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)
The dawn of a new day is upon us. The time for change is now. A revolution, a crusade, a mindset set in stone. No faltering, no slipping up. The war is on....and this order shall be victorious.
The events of the Zero Tolerance pace through his mind, taking pride on their initial footstep. The loss of the Television Championship did nothing to his confidence, it sat in the back of his mind, useless. The only thing that memory would do is to add fuel to the fire the next time he would compete against Santino. Perhaps enough heat to break the "Italian Stallion" in two.
The locker room for those placed in the upper tier of the roster was empty bar him. Santino was no doubt off doing something stupid. Cesaro had a match to prepare for. The respected, or at least the man who should be respected, CM Punk was no doubt off preparing for the nWo's first moment on Warzone. That was fine. Being alone gave him time to think and reflect on things.
Slowly, he got up from his chair and cracked his knuckles. It didn't matter how many opponents he had tonight. Three or three hundred, he was determined to continue on and aid in the war. He wouldn't falter, he would not be the first to screw up after their appearance.
Wade let himself seep into his mind, strip away the empty world around him. He took his leave from the locker room, letting the door slowly drift shut as he stepped out. Down the hallways, he just paced down, letting the footsteps echo in his mind. Crew members avoided him out of fear, he didn't have to worry about them running into him. He was practically alone again, even in the crowded hallways. Wade found his way to his destination, as he watches multiple monitors streaming different events. One is a live stream of the ring as well as Booker T, Tazz, and Cole, while another is the backstage interview area. He takes a seat in the wooden chair, startling some lost in the streams.
"Change it. Sunday night."
The crew member working the controls of the videos falters for a second before abiding Wade's request. Setting up on an extra monitor, he begins playing Zero Tolerance on the screen, speeding towards Wade's match. When he stops, Wade snaps his fingers, shaking his head. Realizing that isn't what Barrett desires to see, the crew member continues forward until a hand is raised to stop him, mere moments before the introduction of the New World Order.
Slowly, the events played out in front of Wade's eyes as he played them back in his head. He remembered how it felt, what it was to truly start to move forward in his Barrett Barrage, and in a way he desired, not a group of only assaulting top superstars and helpless old men. Wade begins speaking to himself under his breath. The crew members around notice it, but decide to not make a comment in favor of avoiding a bad confrontation.
"It's now...finally, it is now. The time has come. It isn't some worthless assault, and it isn't some useless ideal about equality that still only gets by if they attack others. No...this is different. This is the new order...this is the new change for this world. No faltering, no screwing up, no falling behind. We shall be a branch that doesn't break, that doesn't even bend for others. Instead....any force that pushes against us....is going to be pushed back until they're broken."
Content with his time for reflection, Wade gets up from the chair and leaves without another word. The crew members watch him as he turns the corner and is gone from sight, hoping he won't bother them again. Slowly, they get back on track for tonight's Warzone, not long away. The time for the hurricane is now....
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Nov 12, 12 at 3:57pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
New World Order
The scene cuts to the jam packed Bud Walton arena, panning over the many faces in the crowd. Most were wearing the typical superstars shirts, John Cena, Derrick Bateman, even Vince McMahon had his own shirt! However, a few classic "nWo" shirts were pulled out for this special night as at Zero Tolerance, the nWo made their destructive debut in the TCW World Heavyweight Title match. Led by the self proclaimed "Best in the World" CM Punk, the likes of Randy Orton, Wade Barrett, and Dean Ambrose sent shockwaves throughout the entire wrestling industry. Taking a stand against everything it is today and fighting for what they believe as a "greater good". The buzz has been ringing around the world, wondering what these band of misfits would do next, when they'd make their presence known. The crowd was in a frenzy here tonight, waiting anxiously for their favorite TCW superstar to appear on screen or in the ring to say a few words live. However, they would only be disappointed when the all familiar lyric came blaring through the PA System.
*NEW, NEW, NEW, NEW WORLD ORDER*
The guitar echoed throughout the arena as from behind the curtain, stepped Dean Ambrose. Wearing a classic nWo shirt as well, with Layla by his side. Dean smirked his way down the entrance ramp, taunting the crowd with crying motions as the crowd clearly did not like this man or anything he stood for. Layla stepped into the ring first, as Dean slide into the ring. The lights beamed down on the two of them as the arena itself grew darker. Layla pulled a microphone from her cleavage and handed it to Ambrose. Dean looked over to his woman and smiled before the two locked lips. Dean was victorious against Alex Riley in a brutal match up, but the suffering he faced could be seen. The ace bandage around his forehead gave away the stitches he obtained after being busted open. Dean pulled the microphone to his mouth and began to speak.
And as quick as he spoke, he was done. Dean dropped the microphone to the mat and walked out the ropes, followed by Layla. She looked towards her man with a bit of confusion. It was only until she saw the look in his eye that she understood. Dean was tired of talking. He would prove himself here tonight, as he always does. The two made their way up the entrance ramp, hand in hand as the camera's fade to black and we switch to commercial.
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Nov 12, 12 at 4:46pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
Live Monday 12th November 2012 from the Bud Walton Arena, Fayettville, AK
The show opens up as it usually does. The pyro and panning over the hyped up crowd. The scene changes to our commentators who introduce our audience.
Cole: Hello ladies and gentlemen, I'm Michael Cole and as usual accompanied by the five time WCW Champion, Booker T and the Master of the Suplex, Tazz!
Booker: Hey man, it's five time! Five time! Five time! Fiv-
Tazz: Yeah yeah, you say "Five time!" five times. Onto the next one.
Booker: Please tell me I didn't just hear that!
Cole: Well, up first we hav-
The commentators are interrupted suddenly by a horn playing over the PA System. A video begins to play along with it until the all familiar name of "Kevin Nash" comes across the Titan Tron. The crowd isn't sure how to react as in the past, "Big Daddy Cool" has been known to screw over some of their favorite superstars and was part of one of the most villainous stables to ever exist. Finally, from behind the curtains comes Nash. His hair is let down and he has a track jacket zipped up. He stops at the top of the entrance way and holds up his arm with a closed fist as pyro goes off around him. He begins to make his way to the ring with a grin on his face, watching as flocks of crowd members try to reach for him, just trying to touch "Big Sexy." He pulls himself onto the ring apron and pulls one leg over the top rope, followed by another. Nash looks around, smiling from ear to ear at the fans as they finally begin to cheer for him. He requests a microphone and once he receives it, Nash puts it to his mouth and begins to speak.
Nash does his signature "double point" as a familiar guitar riff comes blaring over the PA System. The crowd turns their heads as the lighting in the arena changes to black and white. The voices in the music begin to pick up, stating "New World Order". From behind the curtains, comes CM Punk leading the way. Wearing a signature "nWo" shirt! Following closely behind him are Randy Orton, Dean Ambrose, and Wade Barrett, all of them wearing the same shirt! The camera pans back to Kevin Nash, who is clapping and smiling in the ring. They make their way down the entrance ramp, all of them having a grin on their face. Punk begins to climb the steps and soon enters the ring. Punk walks over to Nash as the two stare at one another before Nash puts his hand out and Punk shakes it! Which is then pulled into a hug! They break off and Nash makes his way to hugging everyone else as Punk taunts the crowd, who are in a uproar! Booing as loud as possible. Nash makes his way to Orton and hands him the microphone. Before Randy can even get a word in, the boo's pick up as the nWo members laugh. Finally, Orton puts the microphone to his mouth and begins to speak.
The atmosphere in the crowd just won't die down as Orton smirks. The members continue to laugh and grin in the ring as Orton hands the microphone off to the former TCW TV Champion, Wade Barrett. Barrett is a serious man, but tonight, he is grinning like a child on Christmas morning! Barrett pulls the microphone up and slowly begins to speak.
Some members in the crowd begin to cheer, but it's overhauled by the amount of boo's heard throughout the arena. The nWo is making their presence known as they continue down the line. Barrett hands the microphone off to the man who went to battle last night with Alex Riley in a No Holds Barred match and came out victorious. The crowd doesn't even want to hear from this man, interrupting him every chance he tries to speak. Finally, Ambrose has enough of it and begins to shout over them.
Ambrose chuckles to himself as he soaks in the crowds boo's. The other members in the ring stand around, as they all pay attention to the last member to say something. Dean hands the microphone over to the self proclaimed "Best in the World" CM Punk. The crowd can't believe that this man, who they cheered for months was orchestrating the New World Order. Punk, with a smirk upon his face, begins to speak.
CM Punk throws the microphone down as this crowd is in disbelief, utter silence fills the jam packed Bud Walton arena. Punk just continues to smirk as the cameras pan over to Kevin Nash, who unzips his tracker jacket to reveal an nWo shirt underneath! The crowd gives off major heat for the General Manager as each member of the nWo embraces one another with the wolf hand gesture! The music begins to play once again as they finally start to exit the ring. The crowd is about to riot it seems as the men make their way up the ramp. They stand together on top of the ramp way and look out at the crowd, with all of them grinning before turning and disappearing from behind the curtain. The cameras pan back to our WarZone commentators.
Booker: Well I'll be damned, Nash was involved the whole time! I knew something was right about this man!
Tazz: Doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure that out Book!
Cole: You two quite arguing like school boys! Our first match of the evening is a Fatal Four Way and it should be an interesting one!
DANIEL BRYAN vs. BOBBY ROODE vs. CHRIS JERICHO vs. BROCK LESNAR
FATAL FOUR WAY MATCH
These four men were all out to prove something and tonight, we'd see who would walk out victorious. Daniel Bryan was the first, pandering to the crowd, chanting along with whatever they decided to shout at him, only to be almost immediately knocked out by Lesnar with a devastating clothesline! Bryan tumbles to the mat and rolls out of the ring, nearly knocked unconscious from that clotheslines. Roode and Jericho do the smart thing and try to tag team against "The Next Big Thing." Throwing fists left and right at the man, when they finally drop him to one knee. They begin to taunt the monster until from out of nowhere, Daniel Bryan blasts the two with a Springboard Double Dropkick! Bryan jumps back up and immediately starts blasting kicks to Lesnar's chest and after three, swings for the big one to the skull! But Lesnar ducks! And grabs a hold of Bryan from under and lifts him up for an F-5! Before Lesnar can plant Bryan down with it, Jericho comes from behind while Roode distracts the ref and hits Lesnar with a low blow! Lesnar drops Bryan as Jericho goes the roll up! The ref counts! 1-2-KICK OUT! Roode tries to enter the ring, but Bryan drops him with a huge kick to the temple! Roode goes limp as Jericho tires for the Codebreaker on Bryan! Bryan reverses and locks in the YES! Lock! Jericho taps!
Before Bryan can celebrate any further on his first win, a video begins to play on the titan tron. It's "Big Daddy Cool" Kevin Nash! Nash grins as he begins to speak.
The three men watch on as Kevin grins at each and every one of them whilst they all look furious and upset. Nash waves good-bye and the screen goes black, leaving these three men jobless. The camera pans back to our commentators.
Cole: Now that's just cruel! They lose a match and then lose their jobs because of it!? What is Nash thinking!?
Booker: I don't know man and I told you, I didn't like it from the get go!
Tazz: You can't say it's not deserved! These guys did jack for this company!
Cole: Yeah well, we must continue on despite this controversial decision. Next we have Damien Sandow taking on The Hurricane and Dean Ambrose in Triple Threat Action!
DAMIEN SANDOW vs. THE HURRICANE vs. DEAN AMBROSE
TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
The Hurricane was clearly the fan favorite in this one as Sandow decided to test the intelligence of Hurricane as Sandow locked in a head lock on Hurricane. Hurricane powered through and pushed Sandow off. Damien came running back from the ropes and the two men collide! Hurricane just barely budges as Sandow can't believe it! He motions for Hurricane to try and Hurricane rushes to the ropes and comes back! The two smack into one another again and Sandow goes falling to the mat! The crowd is cheering so loud for this young man as Ambrose can't help but chuckle watching these idiots go at it. Sandow is quick to his feet, clearly frustrated and shouts "I'M GONNA DO IT NOW!" He rushes to the ropes and comes back, only for Hurricane to stop him and point up! Sandow falls for it and looks up and is met with a slap to the face from Hurricane from his trouble! Ambrose had seen enough at this point and walked over to Hurricane, only to be slapped as well! Hurricane is on a roll, but he pays too much attention to the crowd and doesn't notice he has two very angry men right behind him! Hurricane turns around and gets a double kick to the gut for his trouble! Followed by a double suplex! Hurricane rolls around in pain as the two men begin stomping on him, with Ambrose busting his boot across Hurricane's face! Immediately, blood begins to drip out of Hurricane's mouth and Ambrose couldn't be happier! The two men stare at one another and begin to lock up with Dean hitting a Midnight Special out of nowhere! He goes for the pin! 1-2-3!
Cole: What a match that was!
Booker: Yeah man, I knew Dean Ambrose had it won! That's my boy right there!
Tazz: God, you annoy me so much Book. I won't even lie.
Cole: WAIT! What's Dean Ambrose doing!?
Ambrose jumps up to his feet immidiately following the conclusion of the match, and begins viciously assaulting The Hurricane, completely out of the blue. The audience boo wildly as the assault continues, the superhero laying on the mat desperately trying to block any further assaults but unfortunately for him he just isn't able to escape. Ambrose continues dropping knees onto the head and chest of Helms, and the audience continue booing until...
The audience immediately erupt into a huge cheer, larger than any heard at any other point in the evening. They quickly jump up to their feet and hold their arms up high in the air, turning towards the stage to see if it's really true... Ambrose stands in the middle of the ring, staring up at the stage, disbelief taking over him... But it is! Out from behind the stage-set steps... Jeff Hardy! He dances out onto the stage, thrusting his hips and throwing the guns in the air, looking out into the thousands of faces in the crowd before charging down to the ring and sliding into the ring underneath the bottom rope. His music stops and he stands across the ring, staring at Ambrose. The youngster lunges at Hardy, trying to pre-empt an assault from the extreme one himself, but Hardy ducks the attempted clothesline and kicks Ambrose in the gut... Twist of Fate! The audience erupt as Jeff quickly jumps up onto the top rope, before throwing the guns once again and... Swanton Bomb! His music begins thundering throughout the sound-system once again as he kicks Ambrose out of the ring, and again he throws the guns and taunts as he takes in the incredible reception the TCW Universe are giving him...
Cole: JEFF HARDY MAKES HIS RETURN AND TAKES OUT DEAN AMBROSE!
Booker: Man oh man! It's great to see Hardy back in TCW!
Tazz: You sure he's clean this time? His last run here was questionable.
Booker: That ain't even right, man.
Cole: Next, we have tag team action!
TRIPLE AWESOME vs. THE MINISTRY
TAG TEAM MATCH
Before the bell rings, the two teams converse as to who will be the legal man. Triple Awesome decides that The Miz should be the first combatant, and the Ministry choses Mordecai. The bell rings, and the two fiercely go at each other in the center of the ring, trading fists. Mordecai, the slightly stronger combatant, begins pushing Miz into the Ministry’s corner, and tags in Paul Burchill. The two lay out kicks into the Miz’s stomach, until the referee reaches the four of his five count. Burchill peels Miz out of the corner, and pulls him by the arm into a massive clothesline! HHH is calling for a tag, but the Miz is being stomped and pounded on by Burchill. Another tag is made to Mordecai, who lifts the Miz to his feet, and throws him shoulder first into the corner. These frequent tags are a staple-point of tag team matches, which the Ministry seem well versed in. The Miz begins fighting back, laying hits to the stomach of Mordecai. Mordecai runs at Miz, who dodges and sends the larger man into the corner, before hitting a massive, vintage Miz clothesline, and lingering for a second. As the big man stirs, the Miz hops from between the ropes, and runs to tag in HHH! HHH comes in on fire! He clotheslines Burchill from the apron, and then runs and clotheslines Mordecai! As Mordecai gets up, HHH puts him down with a high-knee! The Game is on fire! HHH does his taunt to the crowd, and stalks Mordecai! He wants the Pedigree! Suddenly, Burchill is in the ring, and runs at HHH, who hits him with his signature facebuster on his knee. Mordecai is on his feet, but the Miz is behind him. He hits the Skull Crushing Finale! Miz rolls out of the ring, leaving HHH and the knocked out Mordecai in the ring. The Miz is hit with a fierce clothesline on the outside of the ring by Paul Burchill, and his head smacks into the arena floor! He rolls right into the ring, and grabs the hair of HHH, who was in the process of pinning Mordecai. He pulls HHH to the side, and stays above him, keeping ahold of his hair. He presses his boot in between HHH’s shoulder blades, and then lets go of his hair and pushes his foot in an enormous curb stomp! He pulls Mordecai over the Game, and still gets out before the five count! One! Two! Three! The Ministry win!
Booker: And those knuckleheads redeem themselves tonight!
Tazz: Yeah, but who's to say Taker still won't punish them? They did almost lose.
Cole: I guess we'll have to wait and find out what happens. We're being told Todd Grisham has an interview with a special guest. Let's go to Todd.
The cameras cut backstage after that thrilling contest to TCW's resident backstage interviewer, Todd Grisham.
Tyler Black slowly comes in to the picture, giving Grisham a dirty look. He snatches the microphone from Grisham's hand and places it to his lips as the crowd boo him.
Black shoves the microphone in to Grisham's chest. Grisham stumbles backwards a little. Grisham quickly readjusts his tie and glasses before stuttering a few times before leading in to his first question.
Grisham slowly places the microphone in front of Black, doing everything he can not to further anger the already angry superstar. Black licks his lips, stalling for effect.
Grisham brings the microphone back in front of himself, and begins to speak once more.
Black smacks the microphone from Grisham's hand. Black begins slowly stepping towards Grisham, who is backing up as frantically as possible. Grisham's back eventually comes in to contact with something. He turns to see he's backed himself up against the wall. He turns back to see Black's face directly in front of his. Black grabs Grisham by the collar of his suit and hoists him up against the wall.
Black lowers Grisham back to the ground. He brushes Grisham's shoulders for him and straightens his suit. Black turns and walks away from Grisham as he shakes in his spot. The camera fades out as Warzone heads to its next segment.
Tazz: Well, that was interesting.
Booker: This guy has the talent, but his mind is being corrupted, man! He could be a World Champion one day if he steps from behind The Undertaker!
Cole: Well, we'll find out next as Tyler Black is in action!
WADE BARRETT vs. ALEX RILEY vs. TYLER BLACK vs. EDGE
FATAL FOUR WAY MATCH
The bell rings, and the competitors square off. Tyler Black is engaged in a dead-stare with former Television Champion, Wade Barrett. It appears that there is some bad blood between the two members of Ministry and NWO. The two go at it, with Wade Barrett gaining the upper hand, obviously thanks to the recent medical work by TCW doctors. He bodyslams Black right onto his sutured back! Meanwhile, Riley and Edge are trading blows in the middle of the ring. The Rated R Superstar, who is obviously the veteran in such a matchup, gains the upper hand. He clotheslines Riley from the ring, and goes to fight Wade Barrett. Wade gives Black a harsh Irish Whip into the corner, and eats a clothesline from Edge. The match seems to be going in Edge’s favor, when Tyler Black appears behind him, and pushes him at the ropes, where Alex Riley, from the outside, pulls down the ropes and watches him tumble out! Riley gets in the ring, and the two share a brief glance, before locking up. Just when it appears Black may be winning the test of strength, Alex Riley is fueled by the crowd to push him back! This ends with a double-clothesline from Wade Barrett! He takes a second to pose for the fans, who boo back at him, when Edge runs at him, looking for a spear. But Wade Barrett is no fool. He sees the Ultimate Opportunist’s attack, and moves to toss Edge shoulder first into the ring post! Barrett turns around, right into a high drop-kick from Alex Riley! Riley hits Black with a clothesline, and spreads his arms wide, screaming into the crowd. Barrett is to his feet. Riley and Barrett go at it with stiff lefts and rights! Barrett goes to clothesline Riley out of the ring, but Riley ducks and sends Barrett himself out! Riley rebounds off the ropes, and does a dive over the ropes, hitting Barrett! Riley gets in the ring, and is hit by Black with a huge big boot! He puts a harsh Camel Clutch on Riley’s back, before ending it by slamming his head onto the mat! He’s on fire for the time being, but Barrett is stalking him from outside the ring. As Wade Barrett is stalking, he’s suddenly speared by Edge! The two are knocked out! Edge’s shoulder is obviously in pain from spearing the turnbuckle. This leaves only Alex Riley and Tyler Black! Riley lifts Black up, and puts him on his shoulders, before hitting him with a huge Samoan Drop and going for the pin. There’s merely a two count. He lifts Black up again, but Black hits him hard in the stomach! He follows it up with a Black Out! One-Two-Three!
Booker: And what'd I tell you!? This guy has the talent, man!
Tazz: Talented enough to attack two old men in this business? A-K-A, you and me?
Booker: Who you callin' old, brah!?
Cole: Enough! Next, The Ministry leader versus The nWo leader!
THE UNDERTAKER vs. CM PUNK
These two have met before and now as leaders of two vicious groups, they would do battle. Punk looked to be in a zone like he's never been before, never taking his eyes off of the Deadman, who just stalked his opponent. The two would finally lock up with Punk taking an early advantage with backhands and kicks. Taker tried shaking off the kicks to his knees, but Punk just came back with more and more. Taker finally escaped them after a Throat Thrust, sending Punk to the mat, holding onto his throat. The Deadman sadistically grins as he grabs Punk by his hair and irish whips him into the turnbuckle. Taker runs towards him and blasts him with a huge clothesline! Punk goes limp in the corner as Taker is still running! Taker with huge boot to Punk's temple! Taker looks around at the crowd, who aren't cheering for either one of these men, both wanting them to beat the hell out of one another. Taker grabbed a hold of Punk's hair again and lifts him up for a Tombstone! But Punk knees his way out of it, seemingly out of instinct and they flip! Punk is holding Taker and up and is going for his own Tombstone! And he hits it! Punk goes for the cover! 1-2-KICK OUT! Punk can't believe it as he argues with the referee. This gives Taker the time to sit up! He stands up and waits for Punk, who walks right into Taker's hand wrapped around his throat! He's going for the Chokeslam! And he hits it! Taker goes for the pin! 1-2-3!
Tazz: The Deadman comes out victorious over his foe, CM Punk.
Booker: I was pulling for Punk there, man. Even though I can't say I'm a fan of either.
Cole: Well, I know you're a fan of both of these next guys Book! John Cena takes on Antonio Cesaro!
ANTONIO CESARO vs. JOHN CENA
The match begins, as the two competitors slowly circle around each other. The Swiss Sensation hasn’t face John Cena yet, and in his mind, he is calculating exactly what he knows of John Cena. When Cena pounces, Cesaro takes advantage and hits an arm drag on Cena. Both men fire to their feet, and run at each other again, this time, Cena hits a hip toss on Cesaro, who pops onto his knees and slides himself into the corner, efficiently placed behind the referee, so as to halt Cena’s momentum. Momentum and the roar of the crowd is what Cena thrive off of, and Cesaro has had this excellently scouted. Cesaro cautiously got to his feet, as the referee finally stepped out of the way. Then, Cesaro lunged at Cena, hoping to catch him off-guard, but was met with a clothesline! And another! Both times, he had gotten right back to his feet, and now Cena rebounded off of the ropes, and hit a shoulder block on Cesaro! This kept Cesaro down for a second, and Cena hit a massive leg drop to the throat of Cesaro! The crowd was going nuts, and Cena was loving it! He approached the downed Cesaro, as the Swiss Sensation raised himself quickly, and pulled Cena by the jeans throat-first into the second turnbuckle. Cesaro was on his feet quick, and pressed his knee into the nape of Cena’s neck, choking him with the middle ring rope. He pushed up with his arms on the top rope for leverage, and began pumping his leg up and down, digging Cena’s throat into the rope time and time again. The referee finally pulled Cesaro off of him, and scolded him for the tactic. As soon as Cena was off the ropes though, Cesaro pounced again. He put Cena in a side-headlock, and began wrenching hard, proportioning Cena’s weight to keep him locked in agony. The crowd began the slow clap that they always did when their hero was in such a predicament, and as they did, Cena began to ‘hulk’ up! At the climax of the crowd interaction, Cena hit a few hard elbows to the mid-section, loosening Cesaro’s grip. He then shifted his own weight, and lifted Cesaro up for a huge backdrop… no! A spin-out powerbomb! Cesaro is down in the center of the ring, and Cena notices this and throws up his hand, fingers spread, before leaning over the Swiss Sensation and bluntly telling him “You can’t see me!” while waving his hand in front of his face. He ran towards the ropes, and rebounded, stopping right before Cesaro to brush off his shoulder. Five-Knuckle Shuffle! He hits it! Now, he positions himself at Cesaro’s feet, before locking in an STFU! Cena continues wrenching and tugging away at Cesaro’s throat! How much more can he take? Cesaro is pulling Cena towards the ropes. What massive strength by Cesaro! Cena suddenly stands up, just as Cesaro is inches away from a rope break, and drags him back to the middle! And he locks it in again! This time, Cesaro has no choice but to tap out.
Cole: John Cena picks up a major win against a tough competitor here tonight!
Booker: Of course he does, Cena is gunning for that World Title, man!
Tazz: Again? Great.
Cole: Oh shut up Tazz. Next is some six man tag action!
THE UNION vs. THE CONGREGATION
SIX MAN TAG TEAM MATCH
The Union would be starting off with HBK as The Congregation sent in Tyson Kidd. Tyson must remember what Michaels was apart of that fateful night in Montreal in 1997, so he will be looking for some revenge and closure. The two men lock up, with HBK getting the upper hand, being the veteran. HBK judo tosses Tyson to the mat and holds in a headlock. DiBiase is standing, cheering for his brother as Wyatt just stands completely still and looking towards the ceiling. HBK takes notice of this and waves his hand in Wyatt's face as DiBiase pokes the eyes of Michaels! Michaels struggles to find his quick paced opponent as Tyson dropkicks the knee of HBK, sending him writhing in pain to the mat. Ryback is reaching for HBK, wanting to appease his appetite. And both men make the hot tag, but they send in both of their leaders! Kendrick struts his way into the ring, looking cocky as usual. Wyatt however, doesn't even pay Kendrick that much attention. Kendrick can't believe it and laughs and points at Wyatt. Bray finally looks towards Kendrick with a smirk on his face as Wyatt rolls over Kendrick with a huge shoulder block! Kendrick can't believe it as he tags in his partner, Ryback. Ryback enters the ring and cracks his neck, wanting Wyatt to step forward, but the "Right Hand of God" turns and tags in DiBiase, who looks shocked and in awe! Wyatt drops from the apron and to the floor, watching his brothers from the outside as Ryback goes crazy on DiBiase! Hitting a lariat, followed by a Guerrilla Press Slam! Tyson tries to interrupt with a Diving Crossbody! But gets caught mid air! But Ryback drops him to his feet! Michaels and Kendrick are in! Double Superkick to Tyson! Ryback grins as he tags in Kendrick. Kendrick cockily struts over and puts his foot on Tyson's chest as the referee counts! 1-2-3! Wyatt didn't even move as he watched his brothers get destroyed!
Cole: What in the hell was Wyatt trying to prove there!?
Booker: He walked out on his brothers, man!
Tazz: Maybe he was trying to show them something that only decimation could show?
Cole: Who knows? Next is our Main Event! Champion vs Champion!
CHAMPION vs. CHAMPION
DERRICK BATEMAN vs. SANTINO MARELLA
The two champions in this company would do battle here tonight to prove who is the supreme champion! Derrick Bateman was fresh and ready to go following his war with The Brian Kendrick and Santino was hot off the trails of winning the TCW TV Championship from Wade Barrett. The two shook hands before the match began and locked up. Santino gave under the pressure as Derrick took advantage with a side headlock. He twisted and pulled, making Santino scream in pain. Derrick was then pushed into the ropes and was brought down by Santino with a shoulder block! Derrick stood up and looked at his opponent, before smiling and clapping for the "Italian Stallion", who cheered for himself. Santino took the eye off the ball however and was graced with a left hand from Bateman. The World Championship kept them coming until Santino was almost backed into the corner and hit a Dropkick sending Santino backfirst into the turnbuckle! Santino struggled to get back up and Derrick was setting up for the DBD! But Santino dodges and takes Bateman down with a clothesline! Followed by another clothesline! Santino is on fire as he shouts "COBRA!" He pulls the Cobra out and gets ready to hit it! But Bateman ducks and kicks Marella in the gut! He's going for the DBD again! And he hits it! Bateman goes for the pin! 1-2-3!
Cole: Derrick Bateman proves why he is TCW World Heavyweight Champion with that showing!
Booker: I don't see it getting any better than Bateman right now!
Tazz: Don't forget The Brian Kendrick. I'm sure he's itching for a rematch!
Cole: Well ladies and gentlemen, I hope you enjoyed the show! Goodnight everyone!
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Nov 17, 12 at 1:48pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
The TCW fans were brought to life when a very familiar song hit the PA system...
The song that many of the fans grew up hearing brought those fans to their feet! The arena was taken alive by a green light, as X-Pac came out on stage for his dark match! He strode down to the ring, crotch chopping the whole way down, proving that he still had what it took to look the part of a degenerate! His opponent, a jobber from San Antonio, Texas, the hometown of HBK, stood in the center of the ring, smiling with his shiny purple undies. What was this jobber's name again? Oh, right, who gives a shit!? It's X-Pac!
The dark match was over quicker than you could say "For the thousands in attendance, and for the millions watching at home. Let's get ready to suck it." X-Pac made short work of the Purple Undies Man, hitting him with an X-Factor and picking up the win! The cameras weren't rolling, but the fans watching came alive! X-Pac, caught up in the admiration, grabbed a microphone!
X-Pac: "Did you see that!? I deserve a contract here in TCW! I worked my ass off to be able to perform in front of you! And if you don't agree, I got two words for you!"
The crowd would all yell, "Suck it!" X-Pac would take it one step further. He pointed to a few underage girls in the front row.
X-Pac: "Yeeeahhhh girls! Suck it! Suck it! You know I'm talking to you! Suck it!"
The girls' parents looked at this older man in disgust and actually turned to leave! What was this business thinking, letting this pedophile out here!? The family stops leaving when the sound system starts blaring out "Give" by Audioslave! The theme song of Tyson Kidd! Most of the crowd is disgusted by this song, but the family decides to stick it out and see what this warrior of God might do for them. Tyson heads all the way down to the ring, and stands in front of X-Pac, eyeing him disappointedly. X-Pac gives him the "Suck it" crotch chop, and Tyson advances, grabbing Pac by the lapels of his wrestling gear. He takes the microphone from X-Pac's hand...
Tyson Kidd: "Listen, Sean. The message you portray is one of a morally corrupt society. People like you do no more than distort the image of what young men and women should believe, and how they should behave! Each and every one of these people deserve an apology! Especially that family! Now, apologize."
X-Pac took the microphone, and looked at it. He slowly started to speak, as the crowd was booing the thought of X-Pac apologizing for bringing back a certain attitude that they hadn't seen in a long time.
X-Pac: "I'm sorry... I'm sorry that all of these people have to listen to you run your mouth! Tyson, it sounds like you need to SUCK IT!!!"
Tyson Kidd immediately dropped Sean Waltman with a stiff right hand. Then he locked in the Sharpshooter! X-Pac writhed in pain, tapping the mat, begging Tyson to stop causing him so much pain. But Tyson Kidd, with a stern look on his face, wrenched away at the spine of X-Pac. When he finally let go, he picked the microphone back up. He knelt down near the head of X-Pac, and stared into the fallen degenerate's eyes.
Tyson Kidd: "Now, I don't expect you to apologize to these people anytime soon, but I know it will happen. While you lie there, writhing in pain, I hope you think of the moral pain you inflict on everyone viewing you behave in such a profane manner. And someday, you will possess the strength to apologize to these ladies and gentlemen. If you ever need a steady crutch in this rise of calamity of the soul, know that Brother Bray and I are here for you! We can lead you to the promised land, straight to the hand of the Lord. You know where to find us, Sean Waltman."
With that, Tyson Kidd stepped out of the ring, and headed straight up the entrance ramp. X-Pac stood up and looked out at all the fans, then dropped his head. He climbed out of the ring, and headed up the ramp in Tyson Kidd's footprints.
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Nov 17, 12 at 10:52pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
The TitanTron projects the face of Josh Matthews. He has a microphone in hand, and wears a grim facial expression. It appears he has something worth talking about.
I’m here with a good friend of mine. One who, despite his losing record, is a huge force to be reckoned with. Mr. Alex Riley!”
The crowd is excited to see the camera pan over to show their hero! Alex Riley! He has a black V-neck and jeans on, with a white towel draped over his neck. His face is emotionless.
Alex Riley, never one to break his humble stature, looks at the ground in spite of this compliment.
With that last comment, Alex Riley drops his eyes again, looking hurt at the truth. He hands the microphone back to Josh Matthews and walks off, leaving Josh frowning.
Out of nowhere, a security guard runs into vision, right next to Josh Matthews.
Josh Matthews: “He just went that way. Can I ask what the news is?”
But the guard had already pushed off in the direction that Josh had pointed. He obviously had no time to waste...
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Nov 18, 12 at 3:53am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
The Congregation (Tyson Kidd & Ted DiBiase) vs. Triple Awesome (The Miz & Triple H)
Tag Team Match
The music titled “Priceless” begins to play out which could only bring out one man. And because of whom he is connected to since arriving at this company, the fans begin to boo as he struts through the curtain and onto the stage. The former fan favourite Ted DiBiase has a cocky grin on his face and he’s dressed in casual attire due to his match being on late tonight. The boos rain down on “fortunate son”, but he brushes it all off of his shoulder and continues his strut down the ramp way, feinting a hand slap with a young fan along the way, which makes Ted DiBiase laugh as loud as possible as he climbs into the ring. The spotlight is focused on the fortunate son as he climbs the turnbuckles, one foot on the middle ropes and one on the top. He slowly rises up to a standing position, with his arms outspread. Some flash bulbs go off, but mostly it’s just boo’s. He returns the jester with only a smirk as he climbs down. The ring announcer stands in an empty corner, and is approached by Ted DiBiase who removes the microphone from him. The lighting in the arena returns to its normal setting as the music dies down. The boo’s now stand out more, but Ted DiBiase continues to ignore them by raising the microphone to his lips and speaking over the fans.
Last week, I made my triumphant return to Warzone, it was my first time back in a Warzone ring, having only wrestled on the Pay-Per-View the night before. It was meant to be a night to remember and it was for all the wrong reasons. I teamed with my new partners once again to take on three guys who don’t even deserve to breathe the same air I do… and being as talented as I am, my team still managed to get beaten by three chumps who are not worth my time. I carried my partners in that match and the so-called leader of our group did not want to get his hands dirty and got up and left us. Am I mad at him for doing this? Of course, but do you want to know something? Crap like this happens all the time, you need to brush it off and move on and that’s what I am doing, last week is history and now it is time to move on. Now I know that you are all booing me because you don’t understand why I, someone you all used to look up to and cheer, would do such a thing to side with The Congregation. And for a week people have stopped me on the streets, flooded my twitter, and posted on various message boards on the internet asking me why I have turned my back on the fans and sided with The Congregation and even with this betrayal fans are still asking why I am with The Congregation.
He said, his voice changing to a higher pitch, used to mock people who’ve asked this question over and over to him. After word, Ted DiBiase merely smirked his trademark cocky smirk and continued to speak now in his normal voice as the fans shut up and listened to him.
Why did I do what I did? Because everyone in this company makes me sick to my stomach. I sided with The Congregation and I am sticking with them, because they have a goal and they are going to follow it through. This company is a disgrace, we have two jokes as the major champions and a locker room full of washed up losers and rookies who cannot draw if you tried to help them. Take my match tonight for instance, I am once again teaming with Tyson Kidd and this time we are taking on Triple Awesome, who are The Miz and Triple H for those of you who don’t know or don’t give a crap. Last week Triple Awesome they both showed us that there level of talent is… not very high. I mean, it doesn’t take much to beat who they faced last week. So I am going to ask you this, why should we all let Triple Awesome walk around here with their heads held high, thinking that they can go ahead and challenge people like me and Tyson when they cannot even defeat The Ministry? Why should we allow them that? I am going to tell you, we shouldn’t. So, tonight I am making a promise, Triple Awesome are not only going to get defeated once again, but they are going to get their heads kicked in. Triple Awesome are going to learn a serious lesson in respect tonight, they are going to learn that Ted DiBiase is not someone who gets beaten easily. I have not been pinned here yet and that is not going to change, not tonight, not ever…because nobody in this company has what it takes to take me down.
The fans didn’t know what to do now! Cheer for Triple Awesome, or to boo Ted DiBiase for his arrogance. He flashed that smirk of his once again, and rose the microphone to his mouth once more as he looked like he was going to finish this off now.
So Triple Awesome, if you`re both man enough… if you think you can both hang with the big dogs of TCW… then come on, bring it all to the ring tonight. Walk out here to this ring tonight and give me and Tyson a match that we deserve, give us both a challenge, because we need it. I will tell you this, both of you separate have skill, have had success, but together you are not Triple Awesome, you are Triple AwFUL! If you both think that was an insult, if you think that you can hang with future world champions, and guys that will hold numerous championships, then come down here tonight, look me in the eye, and give me it you all. Last week has seriously pissed me off and I am taking out my anger and frustration on the two of you, be prepared, because it is make or break time for Triple Awesome.
Ted DiBiase then drops the microphone as he raises his hands into the air once again as the fans give him a mixed reaction, his theme music blasts out once again as he drops to the ground and rolls out of the ring, fans reach out to touch him as he brushes them off and then walks up the ramp way, he has made it clear, he wants a challenge for Triple Awesome and he wants it tonight to prove that he and Tyson Kidd can do this without there leader.
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Nov 18, 12 at 5:30am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
The Miz walks down to the ring with a microphone in hand. The crowds are booing and cheering but eventually turns into boos completely as he takes a young boys sign that says 'Ted Dibiasi' and rips it up infront of him then throws it into the boys dads face. He then carries on as food is being thrown towards him. As he enters the ring, the boos quiet don and The Miz raises the mic to his mouth.
The Miz: Ted Dibiasi disrespected me and my tag team partner. Triple H. He said that we lost to the Ministry because we are weak! If i wwas in their group, it wouldnt be called that. No... It wwould be called... The Mizitry. Why? Because i am Awesome.
The fans boo some more as Miz walks around the ring shaking his head left to right
The Miz: You see. Th only reason why Myself and Tiple H lost last week was because they cheated! Plus the fact i was attacked by Edge and Santino before hand. I assure you all that Triple Awesome will win tonight. [The fans chant Miz sucks repeatedly] Really? Really? Really? Really? You dont think we will win? Well we will Because Im The Miz!!!!... And Im..... AWESOME!!!
*I CAME TO PLAY*
The Mizs theme plays as he exits the ring with a smile on his face. He drops the mic at the stage then a cameraman runs and picks it up
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Nov 18, 12 at 1:16pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
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The cameras are backstage in The Union locker room, where Shawn Michaels is sat preparing for his main event match later on this evening. As soon as he appears on the titantron the fans unleash a chorus of boos on him, HBK doesn’t seem phased by it though as he continues putting on his ring gear. After a few moments the locker room door swings up, causing Michaels to instantly spring to his feet, on the off chance that someone may be looking to take out their frustrations on him after his comments last week. He settles down quickly though, as the unintimidating figure of Paul Heyman comes into view which only draws yet more booing from the capacity crowd. Slowly Michaels lowers himself back onto the bench he was sitting on, and starts to lace up his boots.
Michaels raises his eyebrow a touch, clearly unsure what exactly it was Heyman was trying to imply.
Heyman rolls his eyes at Michaels, before responding.
Again Michaels seems a little confused.
Heyman lets out a little chuckle.
Michaels shrugs at the name, which should be a clear enough indication for everyone that he had absolutely no idea who Dean Ambrose was.
Heyman seems a little taken back by Shawn’s outburst, it’s not exactly what he expected to hear from somebody who was supposed to be a team mate. Then again, Shawn had made it perfectly clear he’d come back so he could be the centre of attention once again, so maybe Paul should’ve expect this kind of attitude out of the Show Stopper.
Shawn quickly snipes in again, not allowing Heyman to continue on with his explanation,
Heyman unsurprisingly looks a little panicked, losing Michaels this early on could very well cause to group to self-destruct. Hoping to avoid any such disaster Heyman pulls a chair next to Shawn, and takes a seat.
HBK smirks a little, obviously a little happier with things now he has somebody to keep a look out for him. Heyman in turn also lets a sly smile creep across his face, as once again it appears he’s managed to talk himself out of a disaster.
Heyman nods, then gets to his feet and leaves the room. The cameras then zoom in on HBK as he puts the final touches to his ring attire, before slowly fading to black and returning to ringside.
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Nov 18, 12 at 2:29pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
Jeff Hardy | Exist To Inspire | 2 Extreme
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They sat together in the park
As the evening sky grew dark
She looked at him and he felt a spark tingle to his bones
'twas then he felt alone and wished that he'd gone straight
And watched out for a simple twist of fate.
They walked along by the old canal
A little confused, I remember well
And stopped into a strange hotel with a neon burning bright
He felt the heat of the night hit him like a freight train
Moving with a simple twist of fate.
A saxophone someplace far off played
As she was walking by the arcade
As the light bust through the beat-up shade where he was wakin up
She dropped a coin into the cup of a blind man at the gate
And forgot about a simple twist of fate.
He woke up, the room was bare
He didn't see her anywhere.
He told himself he didn't care, pushed the window open wide
Felt an emptiness inside to which he just could not relate
Brought on by a simple twist of fate
. He hears the ticking of the clocks
And walks along with a parrot that talks.
Hunts her down by the waterfront docks where the sailors all come in.
Maybe she'll pick him out again, how long must he wait
Once more for a simple twist of fate.
People tell me it's a sin to know and feel too much within
I still believe she was my twin, but I lost the ring
She was born in spring, but I was born too late
Blame it on a simple twist of fate.
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Nov 18, 12 at 3:30pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
THIS RP IS BROUGHT TO YOU BY: RLFierro, Disenchanted, and RatedRViper
The scene changes to the WarZone. However, it is not as it usually is, it has two tall chairs and microphones laying on top of them. The mat has been covered with a giant symbol. An "R" to be exact. And that "R" was the symbol of none other than Edge, The Rated R Superstar. After last weeks show with Antonio Cesaro, it would be hard to top that show, but if anyone could pull it off, it'd be Edge. The crowd knew what was going on and so did the people watching around the world. It was time for the Cutting Edge!
And from behind the curtain runs out the Rated R Superstar! He is hyped up and ready to go as the fans roar cheers throughout the arena. Edge stops at the entrance ramp and holds him the Devil Horns as Alter Bridge continues to play in the background. He makes his way down the ramp, grinning and slapping hands with the TCW faithful. Sliding into the ring, the camera pans out and Lillian can be seen smiling as Edge is staring at her. Finally, Edge gets up onto his feet and grabs one of the microphones on top of the chairs and sits very casually.
The crowd immediately switches from cheering the Rated R Superstar to booing the most hated man in professional wrestling, Dean Ambrose. Dean comes from behind the curtain like a man determined. He doesn't taunt the crowd and he is walking down the entrance ramp alone. Despite winning his match last week, he was attacked by the returning Jeff Hardy. Ever since we haven't heard from him, but tonight, that would change. Dean quickly entered the ring and wouldn't take his eyes off of Edge, who just cockily smirked at Ambrose and pointed him to the chair. Dean grabbed a hold of the microphone just as Edge was beginning to speak.
Ambrose keeps staring dead eye to eye with Edge, who hasn't taken kindly to anything Dean has said thus far. Edge puts the microphone back up to his mouth and begins to speak.
Edge begins to simmer down a bit as he notices Dean is growing more and more angry with every breath he sees Edge take. Edge lowers the microphone and at the same time, Dean moves it up and begins to speak again despite the booing of the crowd towards him.
The crowd is on their feet, cheering as loud as possible for this man! Jeff Hardy comes from behind the curtain, dancing his way out. The camera pans over to Ambrose, who can't believe it and stares up at Jeff, with a look of fear in his eyes! Jeff has the multi-colored face paint on as his pyro goes off and he makes his way down the entrance ramp, slapping hands with the fans. Edge claps for his friend as Hardy makes it to ringside. Just as Hardy is entering the ring however, Ambrose slides out. The two men stare at one another, with Hardy pulling up the rope, taunting Ambrose. Dean backs his way up the ramp way, not taking his eyes off of Jeff. Hardy smirks up the ramp towards Ambrose, who slowly makes his way back up to the entrance way. The two men and Ambrose haven't taken their eyes of one another until Dean turns away and disappears from behind the curtain. The music suddenly fades as Hardy grabs the microphone from Edge, glaring up towards the spot that Ambrose was previously occupying.
With that, Hardy turns his head to glance at Edge, who nods in response. The charismatic enigma drops his micophone on the floor and the audience erupt into a chorus of cheers, as Hardy moves around the ring throwing the guns. He looks out at the audience, who cheer his every move, and the camera fades to black on his smirking face as he stares up at the stage.
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Nov 18, 12 at 4:21pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
Winds of Change (Spinning Side Slam) l Wasteland (Forwards Fireman's Carry Slam) l The Souvenir (Arm wrench transitioned into a short-arm forearm smash)
When you make a vow, you never expect to fail. Unless it was a planned betrayal, a scheme to just ignore the promise that was made, it is never ignored. But...sometimes things aren't always going as planned.
He had lost. His record didn't matter to him, he didn't care if it was another loss on his record, but he did care. He had sworn not to falter, not to slip up the crusade of the New World Order...and he had. CM Punk had as well, but Punk had an opponent who a loss against was not something to shun him for. But after all the plotting, all that was said and all the determination, he had failed. There is no other way to spin it.
No match tonight. Not as far as he knew. Vince or Nash could end up thinking of something on the spot, whether it be to spite him or because Nash was trying to aid again by contributing to his credibility. Credibility didn't matter right now. He had been the first to truly slip up. He had been the first general to lose a battle in this war.
He sighed as he sat in an empty room. Punk and Ambrose were readying up for The Ministry and Orton had the Main Event spot to deal with. So that left Wade without anything for tonight. He could go out there and make a statement for the New World Order, prove that they are as powerful as individuals as they are in a group, But how would he even do that? Assault someone helpless or some old legend? Go out and just use words that people think he can't back up and will be meaningless? Wade let loose another sigh. It didn't matter.
"Never again. Not anymore. Loses will be losses, I can deal with them...but no more. This is not a war I will lose. No longer just for myself, for my allies, for my friends....I am done letting them down."
Wade got up from the chair and ran his hands through his hair. The possibilities he could do was there, but which of them were actions he actually respected doing? Beating up Josh Matthews or ambushing someone before their match or going out to just insult the fans and just waste air time were not options that he desired to do. They would end up getting his point across eventually, but they were not options he considered or wanted to do.
Maybe he just needed some fresh air. Clear his mind, allow the gray clouds to scatter. It was a better plan than just wallowing around in sorrow or walking aimlessly. Out the door, without a second thought, Wade begin walking towards the back exit of the arena. He didn't want to be disturbed by petty fans whether they actually respected him or thought he truly was the bad guy. Hands in the pocket of his jeans, it was almost a repeat of last week. Everyone stayed out of his way, doing their best to avoid him, figured that he was still pissed off about losing last week. Wade couldn't blame them, they knew his temper, and he might have let a little bit loose backstage last week.
Wade had gotten to the door and cracked it open. The hot Texas air seeped in from San Antonio as he let his mind ponder. Moving the door open fully, Wade was halfway out the door when his phone rang. A generic ringtone, it wasn't anyone involved in the New World Order or a member of management, at least not an important one. Another sigh under Wade's breath as he fished his phone out of his pocket. It was amusing as he cracked the mobile device open and held it up to his ear and listened to the other end.
"I see. Well then....alright. Good to know."
He hung up his end, not needing a lengthy conversation. Wade took a few steps back inside, letting the door close shut on its own power before heading back to the locker room. That was a call he hadn't been expecting. He wasn't sure whether the other nWo members needed to know, but if a situation arose where he could just plug it into the conversation or plan for tonight, he would tell them. The plans have changed, but the amount of possibilities were still there. So what road was the one Wade wanted to take now....
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Nov 18, 12 at 4:22pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
THIS RP IS BROUGHT TO YOU BY: RLFierro, The Voiceless, and ADA 2
To say that they were both annoyed at what happened to them is an understatement, last week both Tyson Kidd and Ted DiBiase were unfortunately left high and dry by their leader Bray Wyatt in there tag team match. It was a betrayal; it was a knife in the back. To be walked out on when they could have secured the victory is the ultimate betrayal. Without Bray Wyatt in there corner to lead them, both of them quickly fell to The Union, and they were defeated when victory was within their reach. This defeat has obviously changed the way both Ted DiBiase and Tyson Kidd think of Bray Wyatt and it may actually even change The Congregation all together. The cameras cut backstage to The Congregation locker room, the camera goes in through the locker room door as we see Ted DiBiase walking back and forward, there are dents in the walls and furniture overturned, it is obvious that Ted DiBiase had freaked out and trashed the locker room moments before the cameras arrived. Tyson Kidd on the other hand is sitting calmly down and merely watching Ted DiBiase lose his temper.
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Nov 19, 12 at 3:57am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
Aching. The chronic pain had been resonating through Black's body all week after the torture he suffered at the hands of The Undertaker. But not even the agonizing scars could stop him last week, as he clawed his way to a dominance as he defeated three other men in one of the toughest matches of his career. But the pain had not subsided all week. Still, Black felt the pain throughout his body as he went about every day activities, and there was little he could do to stop it. But, he persevered, as he always had done. He wouldn't let something as he considered as trivial as a few "flesh wounds" hinder his ascent to greatness. In his mind, he was just pleased he had done his savior, The Undertaker, proud. He knew after he had much to prove to his master after his poor performance at the pay-per-view, and last week's victory had set him forward on the right path.
The scene opens with Black, sitting in his hotel room, staring at the large mirror hanging from the wall. His eyes were fixated on the vision of himself. Everything looked normal, but through his eyes all he could see was a distorted image of himself. Black couldn't look away. He would rarely blink, once every few minutes. His eyes were telling the whole story as they darted up and down as he observed himself. He could see pain. He could see suffering. He could see corruption. Slowly, the thoughts crept in that this was not who he was. Slowly, he began to grasp at the strings tugging him and controlling him. Slowly, he was regaining control.
As he sat there, struggling with the demons in his mind, a sound crashed in the background. Black snapped out of his daze and saw a man, standing in the corner of his room. He stood up aggressively, turning his body to the man who stood there in a fancy grey suit. The man's hair, long and black hung in a pony tail perfectly centered on his back. Black knew he had seen this man before, but he couldn't remember where. The man faced the corner, not revealing to Black his true identity. Black watched for a few moments, avoiding directly contacting the man. He slowly began to step over towards the man, but before he could reach him, the man stuck out his hand, signalling Black to stop.
Unknown Man: That's far enough.
Black froze. That voice, oh so familiar. Black couldn't believe what he was hearing. The man's voice had pierced his body like a needle being jammed in to his chest. Black fell to the floor. He gripped the carpet in his hands as he clamoured his way backwards until his back rested against his bed. He brushed the hair out of his face as he gasped for air, trying desperately to breathe.
Tyler Black: H-... How... I can't... What the hell is going on? How did you get in here?!
Black grasped the bed and dragged himself back to his feet. He stared at this mysterious figure, as he reached out and opened the sliding door to the balcony, before stepping out. He reached in to the pocket of his jacket and pulled out a packet of smokes. He withdrew one and placed it in his mouth. He reached in to his other pocket and withdrew a fancy metal lighter, flicked it open and lit the cigarette. Black slowly moved forward, eventually reaching the door. The man slowly turned around and all of Black's worst fears were realised. The man staring at him was none other his former friend, Jimmy Jacobs.
Jacobs motioned to Black, waving him towards him. Black slowly shuffled forward, stepping out on to the balcony and standing beside Jacobs, who had began staring out upon the city of San Antonio. Black looked at Jacobs, who took a drag of his cigarette before slowly blowing the smoke off of the balcony, in to the night's air. Black was still shocked the Jimmy had somehow found him and gotten in to his room. Slowly, Jacobs turned to Black and smirked. He took another drag of his smoke before dropping it to the ground and stomping on it.
Jimmy Jacobs: Hello, old friend. Listen, I can't stay for long. But things are not as they seem. I've come to warn you about him. Things are not what they seem. You aren't yourself. This is just like the old days with The Age of the Fall. I was corrupting your mind, and you're letting it happen to yourself all over again. You can't allow him to take complete control. You have to fight him. You must!
Before Jacobs could even finish, Black snapped and threw a punch directly at Jacob's face. The split second the punch connected, Black awoke violently. He was drenched in sweat. He sat up in his bed, frantically peering around the room. There was no sign of Jimmy Jacobs. Black took a deep breath before wiping the sweat from his head. He hoisted himself up out of bed and walked out on to his balcony. He took a deep breath and took in the night, but there was something odd in the air. A peculiar smell. Black turned and looked to the ground and saw a cigarette filter laying crushed on the ground. Black stared, as a small stream of smoke rose from the filter, indicating it was still fresh. He didn't know how to handle what had just happened to him. Was Jacobs right? Was he being corrupted? Or was Jacobs just toying with Black, knowing he'd question everything he'd been taught to believe? Black had to clear his mind if he was going to compete tonight, but even more so if he was going to continue serving The Undertaker willingly.
Black headed in to the bathroom and quickly washed his face. He removed his face from the basin of the sink and quickly looked at himself in the mirror. He saw behind the image of Jimmy Jacobs, staring over his shoulder with a smoke in his mouth. Black span around quickly, only to see the blank wall. Black was in a trance, as he stared at the wall, observing all the little chips in the paint and cracks running along the seems of the wood. He shook his head, and slapped himself trying to get himself to snap out of this funk. Black walked back in to his room, grabbed a bunch of clothing and shoved it in a back. He slung the bag over his shoulder and headed out the door, heading to the AT&T Center in time for WarZone. But would Black be able to focus on the task at hand, or would these events plague him for the foreseeable future?
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Nov 19, 12 at 8:14am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
The Congregation (Tyson Kidd & Ted DiBiase) vs. Triple Awesome (The Miz & Triple H)
Tag Team Match
Next up on tonight’s Warzone, we’re having the tag team match that will have Ted DiBiase teaming up with Tyson Kidd to go up against The Miz and Triple H. This is an important match for Ted DiBiase as he is looking to build up from that defeat last week, a victory tonight is needed, and there are no two ways about it. The camera cuts backstage and we have one of the members in the tag team match Ted DiBiase standing with the famous TCW interviewer Todd Grisham. Yet from out of nowhere Tyson Kidd could appear and stand beside Ted DiBiase. Both of these men have teamed a handful of times here and they are looking to make an impact here. Both Ted DiBiase and Tyson Kidd have arrogant smirks plastered on their faces. They both know they are going to have a hard match later on in the night when they step into the ring with The Miz and Triple H. Todd Grisham looks at them both and then raises the microphone to his mouth, and began this interview first by speaking to the camera as he looked to get things started straight away, not wanting to keep these two waiting any longer than they should be as they were only mere minutes away from there match.
Ladies and gentlemen, next we’re going to these two young men step into the ring The Miz and Triple H. Ted DiBiase I have to say it again, people are still shocked that you are still teaming up with Tyson Kidd especially after what happened last week, but it seems things are not good between you two once again. You are facing off against The Miz and Triple H and it is going to be a hard fought match. Do you both think that you can bounce back from the defeat last week and pull one over The Miz and Triple H?
Ted DiBiase merely smirked a little bit more, he had his tag team partner at his side but he was honestly not bothered with him at all, he was going to be doing all of the talking for the two of them as Tyson Kidd merely folded his arms over his chest and nodded. Ted DiBiase takes the microphone from Todd Grisham and then wastes no time at all in answering his question.
Todd last week is history; I don’t know how many times I have to say that. Me and Tyson Kidd we are on the same page, we may have lost last week, but now we are looking forward, we are looking at The Miz and Triple H and we are both excited about this match. We are both excited about facing and eventually defeating The Miz and Triple H.
Tyson Kidd would let out a small chuckle as he agrees with everything that Ted DiBiase is saying. He was speaking nothing but the truth as everything from last week has been sorted. And now with that sorted and out of the way Ted DiBiase would continue to speak down into the microphone.
Todd each and every time I see you I want to punch you in the face, you stand there with that stupid smirk on your face and you asks such pointless questions. If things were still bad between myself and Tyson Kidd would I even tag up with him, would I even take part in this match. You need to get lost and you need to get lost now. I can finish this off myself, Tyson get rid of this clown.
Todd Grisham merely stares at Ted DiBiase in disbelief, but the returning glares from Ted DiBiase show him that he wasn’t joking. Todd Grisham then quickly scrambles away as Tyson Kidd unfolds his arms and moves for him, Todd Grisham manages to escape Tyson Kidd as he runs down the corridor. And now after watching him run away, Ted DiBiase turns back to the camera with his arrogant smirk back on his face. Tyson Kidd moves to stand back at his side as he then continues to speak.
Since I have been here these past couple of weeks things have been going really well for me and I want it to remain like that, I don’t want to go back to how things were. Time and time again things go from good too bad in a heartbeat and I am not going to allow that to happen that’s why The Miz and Triple H must fall tonight, because I don’t want things to ever go wrong for me ever again. I know for a fact that The Miz and Triple H are the oddest pairing of a tag team I have ever seen. Both are selfish, both are arrogant and both only care about themselves. I have no idea why they have teamed together but I can tell you that it is going to be short lived because they will never score a victory together. The Miz and Triple H are a joke as a tag team and that will be revealed tonight as they fall to myself and Tyson Kidd. Alone I could beat any one of them. The Miz…please he is just a chump with a big mouth and Triple H is to over the hill to be getting into the ring, this is a young’s man game and he is washed up. Look at it like this, the tag team division is picking back up here and it will not take long for management to bring in the tag team championships and if there is one thing that is pretty clear, it is that myself and Tyson Kidd want to become the first tag team champions of this company, we want to be the most dominant team here.
Ted DiBiase then pauses a brief moment as he lowers the microphone, Tyson Kidd then moves his hands to his waist and signals that the tag team championships will be there’s when they arrive to TCW. Ted DiBiase merely nods his head at this action and then continues to speak down into the microphone.
The Miz and Triple H have to be crushed tonight; they have to be removed the hard way. I know that with what little money I actually have left to my name cannot be used against them, they cannot be paid off, so for once my money cannot solve this problem, not this time so I have to use other means, I have to once again get my hands dirty, I have to step into this ring once more and smash their heads together to try to wise the two of them up, I have to show them that they are not suited together, that The Miz and Triple H would do better to go their separate ways.
Ted DiBiase then sighs a little bit, talking about those two really is annoying him as he does not see The Miz and Triple H as a challenge, but tonight he has a job to do and he has to get it sorted if he wants to make this team with Tyson Kidd actually work.
Make no mistake about it, The Miz and Triple H. You don’t even resister on my radar, you both don’t interest me what so ever. You’re in this tag match simply to get me ready for my challenge ahead. You’re in the match for me to prove to the world that I am the most dominating superstar to ever enter this company. I have only been here for a short time but already I have made more than an impact than Derrick Bateman and Brian Kendrick combined. I am going to show you why I am the most talked about superstar here today, I am going to show you all why myself and Tyson Kidd are the real deal, why we are the only true tag team here. I am going make sure that The Miz and Triple H are history after this match. So long TCW try outs, you had a good run, but I am going to make your time brief. It was actually interesting to having you both around for these few weeks, The Miz and Triple H, but you’re not TCW material. You’re not made for this company, this company is for people who can go the distance and the two of you cannot do that. So please do yourself and everyone else a favour after you get beaten just call it a day, hang up your boots and go home, because the longer you stay here the more damage you are going to do to your once honourable careers.
Ted DiBiase then ended the segment bysimply dropped the microphone he held. He turned to his partner, who had a satisfied smile on his face and then they both turned around together and began walking toward the curtains to begin their match against The Miz and Triple H.
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Nov 19, 12 at 8:34am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
John Cena; Super Face; 2/0/0
The TCW cameras fade to the backstage area, Mr. McMahon's office to be precise. Eve Torres, smartly dressed and in a pair of heels, tries her best not to throw up as she begins to clean around the office. She obviously isn't the house wife type. Without a pair of rubber gloves, she picks tissues and the sort up with the thumb and index finger and runs to the bin to dispose of the trash. Trying not to get her clothes dirty she keeps the waste an arms length away from her with her other hand covering her mouth. As she bends down to pick something up off the floor in walks a familiar face.
Eve gets back up to her feet and turns around, less than impressed with Cena's arrival. She smacks her hand together getting rid of any dust she may have attracted and folds her arms. Cena's shuts the door behind him as Eve sighs.
She says after rolling her eyes. Cena smirks at the less than enthusiastic Eve then looks around the room. She clenches her jaw and folds her arms, becoming increasingly annoyed at Cena.
Eve Torres doesn't take kindly to that, obviously not in the mood for jokes. She lets out a sound of frustration and walks around the room until she is behind Mr. McMahon's desk. She opens a draw and raises an eyebrow and she pulls out something. She holds it up in front of her, still confused. Cena's chortles.
Eve Torres screams and throws them on the floor. She backs away from the desk, clearly disgusted. She takes a deep breathe to compose herself then looks back at John Cena.
John Cena: I was looking for Vince. I'll come back later.
John Cena turns around and opens the door but Eve Torres runs, as best she can in her heels, around the room and stops him. She places a hand on his shoulder and bats her eye lashes.
Cena stops and raises an eyebrow in confusion. He turns to Eve who stands opposite him with a grin on her face. Cena scratches his head then says:
Eve smiles then bites her lips. She moves closer to Cena and and places her hand on his chest. She looks into his eyes before she opens her mouth and says:
She seductively pushes Cena up against the wall, shuts the door and smirks. She leans in to kiss him but Cena gently pushes her away. He looks at her and is lost for words, so shakes his head from side to side. He open the door and before he leaves he turns around, not looking too impressed.
He stops talking and shakes his head from side to side again then leaves. Clearly embarrassed she slams the door behind Cena and stamps her feet around the room throwing a hissy fit. She takes one more look around the room then grabs her phone off the desk. She punches in a number then holds it up to her ear.
She hangs up and looks around the messy room once more. "Ugh!" Eve avoids the mess on the floor trying not to scuff up her shoes before she leaves the room, still enraged from the Cena rejection. The camera focuses on Eve's heels as she leaves, pointing out the toilet paper stuck to the bottom of her shoe.
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