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Nov 19, 12 at 11:25am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
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Once more we pick up with one of the most well known figures in the wrestling World the Heartbreak Kid, Shawn Michaels. He seems noticeably more at ease than he was earlier, walking with a spring in his step and just looking much more confident on the whole. As he navigated his way around the backstage area, he was on the receiving end of more than a few dirty looks from other superstars on the roster, clearly unhappy with the remarks he had made last week. Michaels seemed intent on paying them no mind though clearly he had more pressing matters to address at this moment in time. After a couple of moments it became clear just what those pressing matters concerned, as he arrived at the office door of non other than, Vince McMahon. Without knocking Shawn burst into the office, startling Vince a little, the shocked look on the bosses face was quickly replaced by an unnerving scowl. Vince immediately dropped the phone call he was in slamming the receiver down, as the ever arrogant Shawn Michaels carelessly strolled across the room towards him.
Michaels didn’t seem exactly bothered by Vince’s tone, as he just shrugged it off and sat himself in the chair opposite of Vince. To further show his arrogance, he swung his feet up onto the desk sending everything that was on it flying. Something which only seemed to anger Vince even more, which was obvious from the rather deep shade of red his face was now turning.
By now Vince had regained a little of his composure, and surprisingly this time it was him who let out a small chuckle.
The dynamic of the room had almost completely flipped, now it was Vince who appeared cool and confident, whereas Michaels once again seemed a little less than happy with the current situation.
Michaels smirked as he looked Vince dead in the eyes, trying his best to intimidate the boss a little. Nothing Michaels was doing seemed to be having an effect on Vince though, who just sat staring blankly back at HBK.
Shawn appeared to be losing his temper a little, balling up his hand into a fist and moving ever so slightly close towards Vince. McMahon again didn’t seem intimidated by Michaels though, as he remained sat staring HBK down.
Michaels pushed himself back from the desk, and stormed across the room. Before he could exit though he was stopped by Vince, who had one final thing to say.
Michaels and McMahon shared one more brief stare down, before Michaels left the boss’ office. The cameras then faded to black, and cut to a commercial.
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Nov 19, 12 at 11:36am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
Warzone returns live, from commercial break, and already our cameras are on scene. The scenery being the backstage hallways, where superstars and other workers go about their ways. But footage is never taped unless, of course, for a special occasion. This is a special occasion; the presence of the international sensation, Antonio Cesaro. And despite what he might say, he's not a Champion here in TCW... at least yet. One could actually say that right now Antonio Cesaro is only just waiting for the right moment until he can strike and capture a championship worthy enough of his time. The cameras slowly pan over to the arriving Antonio Cesaro, who is welcomed by a massive unity of boos and jeers from the live crowd. Being he's backstage, it isn't much of his concern and out of his own hands. Antonio Cesaro is sporting his "International Sensation" t-shirt and is surprisingly dressed in his ring gear, even though he's not booked for a match until way later in the evening. As soon as Antonio Cesaro makes it down the hallways, he's stormed down by an interviewer by the name of Maria who wasted no time whatsoever getting the answers the TCW Universe needs. Usually, Antonio Cesaro would disapprove of this sort of thing and take action, but for once? Antonio Cesaro is sitting back, relaxed. Calm, cool and collective the International Sensation is willing to talk tonight.
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Nov 19, 12 at 2:00pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
The Mission of the Black-Shirted Security Guard
To everyone else, he was just a security guard, employed by Total Championship Wrestling. Back home, he was Ted Richards, Teddy to his wife, Daddy to his twin daughters. To his father, however, he was the Eulogy Reader. And years before his father's death, Ted was nothing to him. Upon his dying days, Ted's father still shunned him. A pathetic security guard. He would never amount to anything in his father's eyes. But Ted still had those fantasies, where he was the one to find his father, he could still save him! And each and every one of those dreams shattered in the end, when his father's own voice blamed him for letting him die alone, in a nursing home! How Ted's father could have scolded Ted post-death was a mystery, but he heard it at the waking moment of every dream, nonetheless.
A figure brushed hard past Ted Richards, Security Guard, nearly knocking the unathletic security guard to the floor! Ted didn't rightfully recognize the figure, so he was half tempted to chase him down and... what, fine him? There would be no use. Security guards like Ted Richards were only good when they were summoned to a massive fight between two wrestlers, and even then, they merely got beat up. Ahh, the perks of being a security guard in the wrestling business!
Ted Richards walked on in the direction that the figure had burst from, perhaps he was leaving the scene of a crime... In TCW? Not too doubtful, these wrestlers were violence junkies. When he turned the corner, Ted Richards let out a sudden, dramatic gasp! There was his father, lying on the ground! Blondish gray, tattered looking hair covered in blood. He was lying face down, blood pooling from where his head lied, his own cane lay, bent at an acute angle, near his head. Ted dove in close, and checked his father's vitals. Upon rolling his father over, he saw in his face that he was still alive, and he began screaming for a doctor. A nearby medic showed up, and spoke into his Walkie-Talkie about a medical emergency, and how Ric Flair appeared to have been assaulted. Ted shook his head, ready to complain about the doctor's misconception, when he realized that his own father was, in fact, dead an buried. He felt an urge to just walk away. The feeling that had hit him at the end of every one of his dreams returned - Ted could not save his father.
The EMT was motioning for his attention, telling him to go find Ric Flair's listed emergency contact, Alex Riley. Ted Richards, upon finally hearing the EMT, sprinted off, looking for Alex Riley! He might not have been able to save his father, but he could save Ric Flair! He got on his Walkie-Talkie, and got down to business on the Alex Riley-Hunt! The voice in the Walkie-Talkie eventually spoke back to Ted, "Alex Riley is scheduled to be having an interview with Josh Matthews in Interview Area C!" Ted moved faster than ever before.
Upon finally locating Josh Matthews, he was horrified to find the interviewer alone. Alex Riley was no where to be found. He approached Josh.
Josh Matthews: “He just went that way. Can I ask what the news is?”
But Ted Richards was already gone, off in the direction in which Josh Matthews had pointed.
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Nov 19, 12 at 2:16pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
CM Punk - nWo - Heel
The camera's come back from the commercial break to a door with the "nWo" logo on the front, a huge roar of boos echoes around the arena from the fans. The nWo has made a huge impact as of late and will continue to do so. The door handle is seen slowly moving down and the door slowly comes open. Only one member of the nWo walks through the door and that man is CM Punk, who is wearing the trademark nWo colours and even his wrist tape is now black with white 'X's' drawn on to them. Punk gets somewhat annoyed by the random cameraman standing outside of his teams locker room and begins questioning him.
"What the hell are you doing? Haven't you got anything better to do that stalk people getting ready for their matches? [Camera shakes left to right], well that figures. Since you are here though I thought I'd address all these hypocritical, robotic zombies here in the arena that tonight, myself and Dean Ambrose go two on two, in a tag team match against two of the Ministry's members. One happens to be a 'good guy' white version of his leader the Undertaker and the other, well he's just a douche that comes from England and to be fair, the nWo has the best English brawler, fighter and wrestler on it's team, that being, Wade Barrett. So tonight Ministry, you can do all the freaky weird shit you want, but you are no match for the poison, the poison in which is flowing through the veins of this very company and will eventually bring it down to it's knees, bowing before the true icons and the people who will eventually lead this company in the direction it truly belongs, hold on I'll be back in a moment."
CM Punk goes back in to the nWo dressing room and picks up a can of diet Pepsi. Punk then returns back out of the room, diet soda in hand and takes a drink to wet up his lips, ready to trash talk some more.
"Just to point out, other brands are available. But enough of me cracking goofy jokes, you people do not deserve any of it, you know, I cannot believe I bought in to your crap about you being fans of mine, following me, signing autographs for you so you can sell it on ebay and gain a cheap buck or two. That sickens me a lot, I come out here week in and week out for myself and my brotherhood, my army, my revolution, the New World Order and all of us feel the same way I do. You people are so generic, you love the generic patriotic ass kissers that climb to the top of the mountain and will buy their crappy merchandise. Yeah I see it, every time I walk to that ring, it's either, John Cena, Derrick Bateman or any other goody two shoe ass kisser merchandise. I would say why don't you all show your true colours and wear the black and white of the nWo? But quite frankly I don't want any of you supporting us, we do things our way and for ourselves. No more pondering to you infidels and giving you what you want any more. I am past that and I'm sure more superior than any of you drunken, wife beating drug addictive red necks here in Texas. [Another huge roar of boos]"
As Punk stands there and listens to the constant booing and a huge "Punk sucks" chant, he just smiles, a sarcastic Cheshire grin on his face. Punk decides to take another drink and let the hatred die off a little. He then has a few final words to say.
"Yeah, you boo me once more, I really couldn't give a crap, you know I speak the truth and that I am the best in the world and everything. And when tonight is over, those two disciples of the Undertaker are going down and they will, rest in peace. Just like the rest of the TCW, who will all fall to the poison. nWo for life! Now get the *bleep* out of here!"
Punks strong words again, get more boos from the fans, Punk shoves the cameraman out of the way and lands on the floor, the camera catches Punks legs walking back in to the nWo dressing room and as the door closes, the camera fades out.
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Nov 19, 12 at 2:25pm ^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)
The curtain was open. He had decided to keep it a secret, but his benefactor wanted to let the information slip from his lips. So be it. Whether it was a darkness that one's vision could not pierce or a pure, clean vision, it didn't matter. He didn't need to be an unknown assailant. The advanbtage that came from catching them off-guard was insignificant.
Wade made his way throughout the bowels of the arena in San Antonio. Antonio. Antonio Cesaro. He had the former rugby player to thank for a match tonight, but he didn't need thanking. Cesaro was a man who could respect others but still hold an ego of large proportions. The only repayment to be had would be Wade performing to Antonio's expectations. That wasn't going to happen.
He wasn't about to start allowing himself to fit into the mold of a mercenary for hire. He had made the offer to Alex Riley months back, but that was once. The only expectations he would fill were his own and those of his comrades, his brothers in arm of the New World Order. Fitting the perfect mold of others had never been something Wade was great at. He didn't give a damn.
Barrett turned the corner as his hand followed the flow of the painted white bricks along the walls. He should've been preparing for his match in some way, but Wade had no plans. Get dressed, go out for his match, fight. That was the ony method of attack Wade had or saw the need to create. An intricate plan would serve no purpose that was worth the effort at this stage. Instead, he kept walking and turned his gaze away from the walls and forward. Barrett let out a sigh as he saw Todd Grisham ahead, cameraman in tow. He did not want to give an interview, he never wanted to. But....he needed something to pass the time, something to fill this blank.
Todd Grisham: Wade, sorry for bothering you. I was hoping I'd be able to get a word with you.
He heard the groans from deeper within the arena. Todd was already rolling and the audience was "delighted" to see him. No matter. He allowed them to have their own opinions of him, of the nWo. The fans didn't have to like them. But they would show respect.
Todd Grisham: Wade, at Zero Tolerance, you, Randy Orton, Dean Ambrose, and CM Punk brought to light that you all had aligned yourselves, along with new General Manager Kevin Nash, into a recreated New World Order. Now, what is the reasoning behind this...union, between the four of you?
Wade let out another sigh. People never seem to truly listen when you say something. Punk had spoke at Zero Tolerance, all four of them had spoken last week, albeit Randy not saying much. They had already given a reason.
"Todd, please do not refer to this group as a "union.". We are four equals, no matter which of us decides to take charge. We do not take the orders of one man, who is given advice by one insect. We are four equals who are tired of being taken for granted, of ignored for "superior entertainers" like the man who is apparently better than all four of us in Derrick Bateman. Our crusade, my barrage, Dean's revolution, is all one goal. To earn the respect, the recognition we all deserve. When was the last time Todd, that outside of some cheap little board on the internet, that we were actually shown respect? For Dean and I, never. For Randy? When he decided to start selling out in the WWE. For Punk? Last month when he had to put on a facade just to get the approval of ignorant fans who can't seperate respect from their emotions."
Wade takes a deep breath, not having expected to go on that much of a rant. Neither did Todd, as he seems to be daydreaming, expecting a shorter response and another question. Todd fumbles with his words as he tries to get back on his train of thought while Wade begins to tire. He hadn't desired to do this interview, but he needed to do something.
Todd Grisham: Ok then. Now Wade, it was revealed earlier tonight that Antonio Cesaro had picked you as Edge's opponent tonight in the "Pick Your Poison" match. What are your thoughts heading into it, now knowing you no longer have suprise on your side?
Wade cracked his knuckles as his mind drifted off to earlier. Cesaro's call had given him something to do for tonight outside of filler on the show.
"I think that I should thank Mr. Cesaro for giving me a match tonight. I also think that whether Edge knew I was his opponent or not is in significant. Edge is a veteran of this business, there is little that will actually catch him off guard, and me being his opponent will not. However....no matter how much he is focused, the same thing will be happening. That little nagging in the back of his head, that tapping at the back of his skull to think. To think that, no matter how much he would love this industry and being here night in, night out, making history...it can all end with a pop. No matter how astounding our medical technology is today, there is the chance that Adam's neck could end up breaking again, and this time, he won't be able to walk down to this ring and give us a farewell. I don't want it to come to that, I really don't, I am not a man who enjoys ending the career of great people....but I will if I must. I enjoy and I am good at hurting people. So if I have to, I will break your neck Adam, with these hands. Don't make me have to go that far."
Todd is a bit shaken at the cryptic message Wade just gave to Edge. No vow to hurt him and cripple him as expexcted, and no speech on respect and how he doesn't want to hurt him. No ultimatum, no one end of the spectrum. Wade gave his stance, and it's in the gray. People like it so much more when it's in black and white. But gray? Who knows what to do with gray?
Barrett decides to end the interview, determining that he has said enough. He tells the camerman to shut it off before Todd can even make a squeak in protest. Wade ignores any further attempt by Todd to ask for more questions. He doesn't need to appeal to someone. Wade has no reason to jump to an end of the spectrum. Black or white? Who needed the ultimatums. Wade was quite content where he sat. Others may hate it, the may don't enjoy figuring it out...but he was fine with dealing with his stance amongst the pool of gray.
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Nov 19, 12 at 2:40pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
The camera cuts to Maria standing alongside Mordecai backstage. This week, Mordecai appears in front of an actual interview background, one peppered with the TCW logo. Maria most likely refused to find a dirty hallway to conduct her interview, and Mordeci is visibly angered by it. Or maybe that is just how The Saint normally looks. Maria smiles blankly into the camera before she realizes it is filming her.
Mordecai: I feel the way I always feel about a match: confident. The Lord has spoken to me and has told me I shall be victorious. For all the sinners who refuse to listen to the Almighty, you could see this anyway. Dean Ambrose and his fixation with Jeff Hardy, not his match tonight, will be nWo's downfall. He refuses to think of Paul and myself as the threats we are. We think together and can communicate without even speaking. In fact, the whole of us can do this. Compare Dean and Punk's relationship, only sharing the same desires, to The Ministry's. We are bound together by our blood pact and by our leader on Earth. We have a closer connection, a spiritual connection. The New World Order, no matter who joins them or what they do, will never be as close to each other as the Ministry.
Maria: Wow, some strong words from a strong man.
Maria pulls herself closer to Mordecai, who replies with a repugnant look. She does not notice.
Mordecai: Excuse me?
Maria: You know, Bray Wyatt. The leader of—oh I'm sorry. The Undertaker! How do you think he'll do tonight?
The interviewer obviously finds her flub charming and expects everyone else to. Mordecai look of disgust only grows stronger.
Maria: I think it's “the hero Gotham deserves, but not the one it needs”.
Mordecai: You can remember that but not something that concerns your line of work?
The Saint irately stares at Maria, whose grin from remembering the movie quote slowly vanishes. She soon looks visibly upset and scared as Mordecai does not avert his glance. The tension between the two grows as the seconds count on, until...
Mr. Kennedy enters the picture. Mordecai covers his face with his hands, hoping to blot out Kennedy. Maria becomes visibly relieved at the sight of the man who is about as bright as she is.
“MISTEEEEEER KEEENNEDYYYY wishes to be interviewed, Miss...”
“Maria. Just call me Maria.”
The Saint dashes off, wishing to rid himself of the two people onscreen right now.
“MAAAARIIIIAAAA, how would you like to interview me about how I am not being booked?”
“I think I would like to interview you in a more private place.”
“MISTEEEEEER KEEENNEDYYYY likes your proposal MAAAARIIIIA. Let's go.”
Kennedy throws his arm around Maria's shoulders as they walk away, luckily in the opposite direction of Mordecai. The camera refuses to follow them (to delight of many fans) and instead cuts to...
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Nov 19, 12 at 2:52pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
Name: Bray Wyatt
W/L/D Record: 2/1/0
The scene changes from the well-lit backstage area from our previous segment to the dark, ominous gravestone filled cemetery. The moon brightens the area slightly, but nothing more than ten feet away can be seen. Two figures can be seen strolling through the cemetery, one in front of the other. They get closer and closer as the silence fills the night. It's revealed to be Bray Wyatt and his disciple, Brodie Lee. Wyatt isn't wearing his usual Hawaiian shirt however, he is wearing a black suit with a black shirt underneath it. Brodie is matching his clothing. Wyatt is looking around the graveyard, as if he is searching for something. Finally, the men stand in full camera view as Wyatt kneels before a certain tombstone. The camera pans over and it reads, "Jesse Gardner. Born: 1834 - Died: 1864" Wyatt performs a cross motion with his hands towards the grave. Brodie is standing right behind Wyatt, who is standing up and has his hands in his pockets. He peers his eyes from under his now black fedora and his eyes pierce the camera. Bray opens his mouth to begin to speak.
Wyatt and Brodie continue to slowly walk as the camera backs up. The wind begins to pick up, yet it is still oddly quiet and eerie in the cemetery. We are stopped however at an open grave, as Wyatt looks down at it. The hole is the standard six foot deep. Wyatt again kneels before this grave and without showing his face to the camera, begins to speak once more.
Bray looks up to the camera and sadistically smirks as the camera points over the tombstone. It reads "The Undertaker, Born: March 24th, 1965 - Died: November 19th, 2012." Wyatt can be heard chuckling to himself as his body moves along with his laugh. He stands up, but one of his fists is clinched tight. He looks towards the camera and back to the grave and begins to slowly release his hand and dirt can be seen falling from Wyatt's hand as he continues to speak.
And as Wyatt finishes that last sentence, the last clump of dirt falls from his hand. Wyatt again does the cross motion with his hands towards the grave as he chuckles to himself. He turns around as Brodie follows his lead. The two men begin to stroll back to where they had originally come from, disappearing into the darkness. The wind had picked up and everything else was barely audible. The last image we see is the bright full moon, shining above as the screen fades to black...
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Nov 19, 12 at 4:42pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
Live Monday 19th November 2012 from the AT&T Center in San Antonio, Texas
The show opens up as it usually does. The pyro and panning over the hyped up crowd. The camera keeps panning over the red hot crowd in the AT&T Center until it makes its way to our commentators, who introduce our audience as usual.
Cole: Hello ladies and gentlemen and welcome to another edition of TCW WarZone! I'm Michael Cole and as always, my broadcast partners, Booker T and Tazz!
Booker: Great to be here again, man and boy, I'm excited for tonight!
Tazz: Got some nice matches coming up, especially our main event! Man, I'm looking forward to see which stable member will win it for their respective groups!
Cole: That'll have to wait, partner as we are set for tag team action next! Tyson Kidd and Ted DiBiase take on Triple Awesome!
THE CONGREGATION (TYSON KIDD & TED DIBIASE) vs. TRIPLE AWESOME (THE MIZ & TRIPLE H)
TAG TEAM MATCH
HHH and the Miz decide that HHH should be the first in the ring this week. He’s set to square off against Ted DiBiase. DiBiase had made the decision for his team, placing a hand on Kidd’s chest while he got in the ring himself. DiBiase seemed very much in control. As DiBiase squared off against HHH, he proved he had what it took. He layed HHH out with a hard clothesline, and lifted him up and hit a huge clubbing blow to his back. It was quite obvious that HHH was showing ring rust, as he tagged in The Miz. The Miz was fierce in his attack, laying lefts and rights on DiBiase, forcing him into Triple Awesome’s corner, where he hits his lingering corner clothesline! He tags in HHH, who gets vengeance on DiBiase for the earlier assault, by hitting him with hard chops to the chest. But DiBiase fights out of the corner, hitting them both with punches, and clotheslining the Miz from the apron! He keeps HHH back on his heels, hitting him with punches, and an occasional kick! And he hits a fierce spinebuster, in the style of HHH himself! With the Congregation in control of the match, DiBiase tags in Tyson Kidd, who we haven’t seen much offense of since his arrival in TCW. Kidd allows HHH to get to his feet, before hitting him with hard kicks to the legs! HHH is on his knees, and Kidd hits a running dropkick! He’s not quite finished, as he pulls the Game up by his arm, and twists it. He follows this up with amazing showmanship, as he walks up the ropes, and does a springboard into an armdrag! HHH rolls on the ground, gripping his arm, as the Miz appears on the apron, ready for the tag. The Miz, as the hot man, runs at Tyson, and grabs him behind the head, and starts hitting him with knees to the chest! He pushes Kidd back to the ropes, and runs at him, but Kidd leaps up and hits the Miz with a boot to the jaw! Kidd’s momentum carries him through with a backflip over the rope, and he lands on the apron! The Miz is groggy in the middle of the ring, and Kidd does a springboard dropkick, soaring across the ring! Miz is down! DiBiase senses the end is near, and runs to the outside, where HHH is lying, and hits Dream Street! Meanwhile, Kidd locks Miz in the Sharpshooter! After mere seconds, the Miz taps! A victory for The Congregation!
Booker: Man oh man, The Congregation just showed why they are a force to be reckoned with in that one!
Cole: Impressive to say the least Booker. I wonder how Bray Wyatt feels about his brothers pulling in the victory?
Tazz: He's probably backstage praying and didn't even watch the match! He's gonna need it against the Deadman!
Cole: That may be. We're getting word to get a camera backstage, so let's pan over!
Cameras cut backstage to Tyler Black, who is shown walking down a corridor, constantly checking over his shoulder. He is still plagued by the dream he believes he had earlier where his former friend Jimmy Jacobs came to him and warned him of The Undertaker's control on him. Black felt the dream to be all too real, and his fears only became more prevalent when he discovered the cigarette filter he'd seen Jacobs smoking on the balcony of his hotel room.
Black continued walking before hearing a noise down a dark corridor. Black observed the corridor, before hearing the noise again. Footsteps. They grew gradually louder until he saw Jimmy Jacobs appear out of the darkness. Jacobs stared at Black, who looked like he'd seen a ghost. Jacobs turned and headed back in to the darkness. Black knew this might be his only chance for answers, so he followed Jacobs in to the darkness. He walked cautiously down the dark corridor, trying to avoid any unexpected surprises. After a few more cautious steps, he arrived at a dead end and there was no sign of Jimmy Jacobs.
Black turned to leave, but behind him stood Jacobs, still wearing the suit from earlier in the night. Jacobs had another cigarette in his hand as Black looked confused. Jacobs shook his head, before throwing his smoke to the ground and stomping on it. He turned and headed back in the direction Black had previously come from. Black stood there, frozen once again. As Jacobs disappeared down the corridor, Black snapped out of it and began running down the corridor chasing after Jacobs. As he came out of the corridor back in to the main hallway, Black could find no sign of Jacobs.
But Black's words were unanswered. Black stood there, constantly checking around him for any sign of Jacobs. Numerous staff members watched on as Black stood there continuing to yell out to a man who wasn't there. The camera eventually faded out as WarZone went to its next segment.
Booker: Spooky stuff there, man! I thought Halloween was over!?
Tazz: Apparently, Tyler Black is having some mind games going on. He'd better shape up for tonight!
Cole: Oh yeah, I agree with you on that one Tazz. Next up, we have John Cena taking on Santino Marella!
JOHN CENA vs. SANTINO MARELLA
Santino starts the match off taunting to the crowd! He’s flexing his muscles, and Cena is merely standing there, smiling and waiting. Santino tries to incite a flex-war with Cena, but Cena merely laughs him off, clearly not wanting to play around. Santino puts his hand out to shake Cena’s hand. Cena eyes the TV Champion’s hand, and goes to shake it, but Santino pulls it away, and flexes in Cena’s face! The games are over, and Cena unloads with punches to the face of Santino, before hitting a vintage shoulder block! Cena breaks another move out of his arsenal, as he hits a double underhook suplex! Never to be seen as too aggressive when the situation doesn’t call for it, he allows Santino to get to his feet. Cena motions for the two to lock up, and Santino eyes him suspiciously, but obliges. The power-struggle shifts back and forth, with Santino’s face visibly contorting with pain, as Cena merely laughs. All in good sport, Cena finally gives Santino a good shove, and the Kobra Tamer goes flailing back to the mat! Santino is back to his feet, with an embarrassed look on his face. Cena is taunting to the crowd, his back to Santino, and Santino takes this opportunity to put the Kobra on! Uh-oh John, look out! Cena turns around, finally, after some very dramatic considerations in response to the kids’ warning him, and meets Santino’s eyes, just as Santino has the Kobra, ready to pounce! Santino lets out a yell, as he lunges in on Cena. Cena catches the Kobra, mid-strike, and shakes his head back and forth to Santino. In one fluent motion, Cena lifts Santino onto his shoulders, and hits the Attitude Adjustment! He follows up with the pin! One! Two! Three!
Cole: And Cena picks up the huge win here tonight over the TCW Television Champion!
Booker: Man, Cena hit that Attitude Adjustment out of nowhere! He's definitely a top player to challenge for the TCW World Heavyweight Championship!
Tazz: With a win over Santino!? You're crazy Booker! He's got to beat like The Brian Kendrick or something to claim that!
Cole: And we may see that someday. Next up, tag team action as the nWo faces off against The Ministry!
NEW WORLD ORDER (CM PUNK & DEAN AMBROSE) vs. THE MINISTRY (PAUL BURCHILL & MORDECAI)
TAG TEAM MATCH
Punk and Mordecai start the match with Punk utilizing his agility, kicking at the big man's legs. Mordecai just keeps trying to grab a hold of Punk, but he keeps getting on by. Punk goes for another leg kick, only this time Mordecai grabs a hold of it and slams Punk down with a vicious Spinebuster! Punk rolls around in agony as Mordecai just sadistically grins. He grabs a handful of Punk's hair and irish whips him into his team's corner. Mordecai makes the tag as Burchill makes his way into the ring. They both grab a hold of Punk and nail him to the mat with a double Suplex! Burchill quickly goes for the pin! And only gets a two count. Burchill immediately locks in a sleeper hold as Punk begins to fade. The ref grabs his hand and drops it twice! Punk is gonna give up here! But he pulls Burchill's head down and starts laying in knees to the head! Burchill lets go of the hold and Punk hits a Spinning Backfist! Burchill falls to the mat after that one! Punk reaches for the tag to Ambrose! And he gets it! Ambrose rushes in and grabs a hold of Burchill and hits a modified STO out of nowhere! Ambrose goes for the pin! But Mordecai breaks it up and goes to hit The Pale Rider on Ambrose! Punk comes running back in and kicks at Mordecai's legs again, finally with a dropkick, Mordecai falls to one knee and Ambrose wiggles out of his clutches. Punk at this point had hit a suicide dive to Burchill on the outside as Ambrose is setting up for the Knee Trembler! And he hits it! Ambrose goes for the pin! And he gets the three! nWo wins here tonight!
Booker: The New World Order shows their dominance right there, man! They are well on their way of taking over!
Cole: Let's hope not partner! That could cost us our jobs if Nash has his way!
Tazz: Well, I know Kevin doesn't like either one of you, so my job is safe!
Cole: Yeah yeah. Wait, we've received word someone has arrived in the arena! Let's see who it is!
The cameras open on the familiar figure of Jeff Hardy, strolling down the corridor with a smirk on his face, his face painted with an abstract design as per usual. He strolls without a care, content that he put Dean Ambrose in his place earlier in the night, but his happiness is soon removed as he turns a corner and runs into none-other-than TCW General Manager, Kevin Nash. Big Sexy smirks, looking down at Hardy, and takes a few steps towards him. He runs his hand through his hair before addressing the charismatic enigma.
Hardy’s eyes widen for a few moments, taking in the information he has just been given, but he quickly recovers. He shrugs his shoulders before getting right up into Nash’s face.
Nash glares down at Hardy, and shakes his head as the extreme one strolls away, completely fearless of the challenge that awaits him.
Booker: Jeff Hardy in action!? Against Ryback!? What is Nash trying to do to this poor guy!?
Tazz: Obviously he's trying to teach him a lesson! Don't tell me you've never done the same!
Cole: Well either way, we'll get that later. Next up, Edge takes on Antonio Cesaro's pick, Wade Barrett!
EDGE vs. WADE BARRETT
Barrett has a sinister smile on his face as the bell rings. He leaves his NWO labeled T-Shirt on, and rubs his hands together. Edge runs his hand through his long hair, contemplating how he wants the match-up to go. The analysis doesn’t last long, as Barrett steps inward on Edge, and throws a fierce hook to Edge, dropping him instantly. The Rated R Superstar clambers around, trying to get back to his feet, but Barrett is on him again, and he grabs him off the ground for a spine-shattering gutwrench suplex! He stomps around on Edge’s chest, even landing a boot to the surgically repaired neck! Barrett is showing no remorse! He lifts Edge to his feet, and simply stares into the Ultimate Opportunist’s eyes, taunting him! Edge regains his composure, right before Barrett labels him in the cheek with a slap! Edge falls back to the ground, as the crowd boos at Barrett’s taunting demeanor. He pulls Edge to the ropes, and places him, sitting, on the second rope. He pulls Edge’s throat down on the top rope, by his hair, and begins punching him with lefts and rights, before sitting him up straight, and backing up for his big boot! He runs in, but no! Edge ducks! Barrett’s leg is caught on the top rope, and he quickly pulls it down before Edge makes the most of the predicament. But Edge is already to his feet! The time Barrett took to pull his leg down was enough for Edge to take a run at Barrett! He hit him with a running clothesline, and Barrett popped to his feet, to be met by a second, identical clothesline! VINTAGE EDGE! But Barrett was up again, and grabbed Edge by the arm, and twisted the Ultimate Opportunist’s arm around his own neck, looking for the Souvenir Elbow! He pushes Edge forward, facing him now, and goes to pull him back… but Edge ducks the elbow! He gets behind Barrett, and hits the Edge-O-Matic out of nowhere! He’s on his feet, and struts to the corner, where he begins pulling his hair like a madman! He’s stalking Barrett for a spear, and Barrett is climbing to his feet… As Barrett turns, Edge goes for the Spear, but Barrett hits him head-on with a big boot! He’s not finished, as he pulls Edge to his feet, and hoists him to his shoulders. Wasteland! And the cover, One-Two-Three!
Cole: Talk about complete dominance! Barrett put up another win for himself and his team here tonight!
Tazz: And that's why this man deserves a World Title shot! He just decimated Edge like I've never seen before!
Booker: Besides the fact Barrett almost got Speared!
Cole: And now we'll see if decimation will continue as Jeff Hardy takes on the beast known as Ryback!
JEFF HARDY vs. RYBACK
The bell rings signaling the beginning of the match, and Hardy immediately lunges towards Ryback, throwing right and left handed shots at him over and over again, but Ryback completely ignores the punches, shaking each one off without a care in the world. After a few moments, he finally retaliates, pushing Jeff away with such strength that Hardy slides across the mat, dropping to the ring outside underneath the bottom rope. He immediately jumps back up to his feet and slides back into the ring, running at Ryback and leaping at him in an attempted cross-body, but the behemoth catches him in mid air before slamming him down to the mat with a thud. The monster gets back up and looks out at the audience who boo wildly at him, and his reaction is just to turn back towards Hardy and drop a huge knee down onto his neck. Ryback grabs ahold of Hardy and lifts him back up to his feet with ease, before whipping him into the corner and attempting to follow it up with a gigantic clothesline, but the charismatic enigma ducks it! Ryback charges head first into the corner and bounces backwards, slowly stumbling away from the corner. Jeff runs at the ropes and dives with a clothesline towards Ryback, which causes the big man to wobble on his feet! He runs the ropes again and tries a second clothesline and Ryback bounces backwards into the ropes before stumbling back forwards straight into a kick to the gut... Twist of Fate! The crowd roar in appreciation as Jeff Hardy pulls off his shirt and ascends the top rope... Swanton Bomb! One... Two... Three! Jeff Hardy pulls off a shock win against Ryback!
Cole: WHAT AN UPSET!
Booker: I can't believe Jeff won that match! He just made Ryback look like a punk, man!
Tazz: Yeah, I'll say! Jeff just showed he's here and he means business!
Cole: Well ladies and gentlemen, security guard, Ted Richards has been searching for Alex Riley all night and his search continues. Lets get some cameras over there.
Ted Richards hadn’t been informed that Alex Riley had a damned match! But the path from Josh Matthews fingertip had led him to the arena! As soon as Ted was near the curtain, he heard Lillian Garcia announcing, “And Antonio Cesaro’s opponent, hand-picked by Edge… Alex Riley!” Then Say It to My Face blared over the loud speakers, and Ted had to grip his ears to keep from losing his hearing. He saw Alex Riley walking through the curtain, hesitantly of course, as he couldn’t find Ric Flair, but he was still too far ahead for Ted! Ted would have to follow Riley onto the stage. As embarrassing as heading out onto the stage would be, he knew Alex Riley would appreciate it. He knew how it felt to lose someone, and how Alex Riley probably felt the same way. But as Ted went to head out through the curtain, he was stopped.
None other than Vincent Kennedy McMahon was the man with a hand on Ted’s chest!
Vince McMahon looked slightly put off by the news , but nonetheless, he dismisses the idea.
The ring bell could faintly be heard, as the match obviously started.
ANTONIO CESARO vs. ALEX RILEY
The match starts off, and the two combatants circle the ring. Every offensive attempt Riley makes is quelled by Cesaro, who is still trying to figure his opponent out. This is one of many perks of not knowing who your opponent for the night is! Riley finally gets in close enough to Cesaro to wrap both arms around the abdomen of the Swiss Sensation from the side, and to get his feet firmly planted. A-Ry has all the leverage he needs to lift Cesaro up and do a back suplex onto the right side of Cesaro! It appears Cesaro might’ve gotten hurt, but as soon as he hits the ground, he rolls over, and pushes himself to his knees, merely shaking his shoulder. Riley goes to continue the assault with a dropkick, but his legs are swept away, mid-air, as he falls to the ground. Cesaro pounces, and locks Riley’s arm behind his back with a fierce chicken-hold! He’s wrenching the arm of A-Ry, but Riley’s foot slips under the bottom rope, causing a rope break. The two are back on their feet, and lock up, using their strength to push each other back and forth, until Cesaro breaks the hold by stomping on Riley’s foot! He hits him with a fierce chop to the chest, eliciting a “Woo!” from the crowd. Riley does a chop back to Cesaro, and another “Woo!” is heard. Cesaro, instead of hitting a third chop, pushes Riley into the ropes, and upon the rebound, hits him with a huge European Uppercut! Riley falls, and Cesaro is immediately on him! One-Two-Th… No! Kickout! Cesaro can barely contain his shock! He thought he had Riley down for certain! He lifts the crowd favorite up, and puts him in position for the Neutralizer! But Riley shakes out of it! Riley starts firing lefts and rights to the face of Cesaro, and finishes with a picture-perfect dropkick! Riley is on fire! Cesaro climbs to his feet, and is hit with a huge clothesline! Riley puts an arm in the air, index finger raised, obviously signaling his signature Fisherman’s Suplex. Riley slowly shifts the muscular Cesaro into position. Arm over his head, hooks the leg, and when he goes to snap the suplex, Cesaro twists free! Roll-up pin! One-Two- No! Again, Riley kicks out! Riley flies to his feet, runs to the ropes and attempts a clothesline, which Cesaro ducks! Riley runs back, and is hit, full speed, with a European Uppercut! This is it! Cesaro makes the cover! One-Two-Three!
Cole: What a victory right there for Antonio Cesaro!
Booker: I know man, this guy is killin' it week in and week out!
Tazz: Yeah, whatever you say Booker.
Cole: What's this? Ted Richards is running down to ringside.
Ted Richards ran out past the curtain as the winner’s music blasted over the PA, but the Security Guard could barely distinguish who ‘s music it is, as his mind is numb to anything besides his mission. He runs to the ring, and pulls Alex Riley to the side and breaks the news. Alex Riley’s demeanor suddenly changes, as tears well in his eyes. He thanks Ted, and sprints up the ramp to find Ric Flair…
Tazz: Wonder what that was all about.
Booker: Riley left in a hurry, man. Must have been really important.
Cole: I'm sure we'll find out later what's going on, but next we have two leaders facing off! The Undertaker versus Bray Wyatt!
THE UNDERTAKER vs. BRAY WYATT
The two leaders of the two most dominant yet bizarre stables in TCW were about to battle. Darkness versus Light. The fans were booing both men as they stood ominously in the ring across from one another. Wyatt had a look of determination in his eyes, something to prove. Whilst The Deadman was ready to be dominant as usual. The two locked up, with Taker taking full advantage, laying in vicious lefts and rights to Wyatt's body. He's got Wyatt backed into the turnbuckle, continuing to lay in fists. Finally he stops as Wyatt is breathing heavy. Taker turns and walks away and comes running back! He goes for a clothesline, but Wyatt rolls out the way just in time! Taker smashes his chest into the turnbuckle and turns around as Wyatt comes charging at him! The big man drops the Deadman with a giant Big Boot! Wyatt goes for the pin! And at the one count, Taker tosses the big man off and sits up! Wyatt can't believe it! He begins to calm himself down however and starts laying fists into Taker's skull, trying to keep the Deadman down, but Taker just keeps sitting up! Wyatt stands up and starts kicking at the Deadman, before picking him up and setting him up for something. The commentators call it the "Thy Will Be Done", a STO/DDT hybrid! And Wyatt hits it! He goes for the pin! And he gets the three! Wyatt prevails!
Cole: What a devastating move! Wyatt continues to impress by taking out "The Phenom!"
Booker: Wow man, I never expected that one! This guy is gonna go far in this business, I can feel it!
Cole: I'm being told we have caught up with Alex Riley backstage, let's see what's going on.
Alex Riley hadn’t been seen since after his match. Now, a TCW camera was following him through the backstage. Alex Riley looked pissed beyond belief. He had already seen Ric Flair, and knew just who did this! He stopped at his destination – a door labeled New World Order. Be barged right into the room, and was met by the eyes of CM Punk, Wade Barrett, Randy Orton, and Dean Ambrose.
He gripped Dean by the lapels of his leather jacket, ignoring that every member of the stable had taken a step closer to him. Dean waived them off, and they relaxed, while Dean pushed off of Riley and led him out of the room.
But Dean again stopped him, with a hand.
Dean chuckles to himself a little bit as Riley again grabs a hold of Dean's leather jacket and holds his fist up as if he were going to throw a punch! But Dean doesn't even react, just stares into Riley's eyes. Waiting for him to do it. Riley however, begins to lower his fist, gritting his teeth. He believed his arch enemy, he could see it in Dean's eyes. He was telling the truth. Riley shoved Dean away and continued his search for what happened to his mentor as Ambrose fixed his jacket collar before opening the nWo door and disappearing behind it.
Cole: Alex Riley had the attacker in his hands and he let him go!
Booker: I don't know man, Ambrose seemed legit when he was saying that. Plus, Ambrose would've done it in front of Riley if he cared that much.
Tazz: Agreed with that. Ambrose is one sick cat.
Cole: Well, next up is our main event of the evening! Triple threat action!
SHAWN MICHAELS vs. TYLER BLACK vs. RANDY ORTON
TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
All three of these men had something to prove to their respective stables tonight and they were all determined. The veterans Michaels and Orton locked up as Black stood back, watching as Michaels locked Orton in with a headlock. Orton pushes his way out of it and Black is there to hit Michaels with a nice dropkick! Orton stares at Black and points at Michaels as the two men start doing the logical thing and teaming up against the veteran. Michaels rolls out of the ring however and Orton follows him, leaving Black in the ring. They fight on the outside, with Orton laying in some heavy fists before the two start trading them back and forth. Black is ascending the top turnbuckle! He hits a Moonsault onto both men! The crowd is going nuts after that one! All of them are on the ground as the referee makes the count. The referee gets up to five before all of the men show some movement, with Orton grabbing Black by the hair and tossing him into the ring. Orton goes for the pin, but Black kicks out at two. Michaels is on the apron and The Viper sees this, kicking Michaels in the gut and pulls him through the ropes, nailing a DDT! Orton begins to fade into another place, as he slams his fists on the mat! He's looking to hit Black with an RKO! Blacks turns around and Orton goes for the RKO, but Black pushes him away and straight into a Sweet Chin Music from Michaels! Black is in shock and gets on as well! Michaels falls on top of Black for the pin! He gets the three count! Michaels wins tonight!
Cole: HBK picks up the huge win in the Main Event!
Booker: That's why they call him "The Showstopper", man! He's ending the show and coming out on top! He's got to look good for The Union.
Tazz: Orton almost had that one, but of course HBK comes out of nowhere with that devastating Sweet Chin Music!
Cole: Well ladies and gentlemen, that puts an end to our show! We'll see you all next week! Goodnight everyone!
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Nov 20, 12 at 4:34pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
A barren wasteland, the camera skimming over the dry, lifeless grass, a sea of brown and beige moved only by the wind. Now a darker mass appears, thinner in texture, waving about in the same breeze, held down only by another, much paler surface. A sudden movement provides a parting, revealing eyes trapped beneath it. Squinting in sunlight now amplified through the reflection in the iris, they look frantically from side to side.
Now the entire mass shifts, scrambling desparately about, a large multicoloured blur ascending, growing yet more vivid as dirt and stone pours off of it and large hands do their best to accelerate the process. The flailing remains incoherent as the figure now sinks to his knees, frantically pawing at the ground, eventually fumbling his way to the object of his desires, putting his hands to his head and, turning around with his sunglasses restored, breathing heavily.
Dude Love looks about him and sees nobody, nothing. "Where the hell am I?" He postures redundantly or rhetorically. The only movement when the final mobile grains of dirt have been swept from his brow is that of archetypal tumbleweed, keen never to miss a chance to emphasise one's isolation.
Some time later, though perhaps less than the Dude's state of exhaustion would suggest, what may have once been a frantic sprint has deteriorated quickly into a jog, a brisk walk, an incoherent stumble, finally a submissive gasp for air and hands placed helplessly upon bent knees. With the sun slowly setting, the blur around the Dude's figure slowly becomes clearer. Spotting something in the distance, perhaps narrative development, he forces himself up to a modest pace once again.
Sirens? Yes, sirens. Or just...no, definitely sirens. There's a flashing light and everything. With desperation forcing him beyond fear that the last time he was seen outside of a wrestling ring he escaped a police station, the Dude waves forlornly at the approaching vehicle. The sound grows closer and closer; a second later it has gone, the dirt left in its wake restoring the Dude to his initial state of, well, dirtiness.
Another engine? Are we even on a road? Sort of, there's some tracks, but that could just be those left by the police car/ambulance/firetruck that the Dude was unable to discern before. No, it has to be an engine, it has to. One moment he is waving, the next sticking out his thumb, combining the two in a bizarre repeated ritual as once again the distant noise confirms its visible existence, looming closer and closer. He can see a figure in the window, maybe even two, he...
The Dude wakes up in a car, a bottle of water shoved into his hand, some of which has evidently been splashed in his face in a token effort towards revival. He looks back, seeing a now clearer road falling behind the ageing truck, the tail of which he is now seated in. Nor is he alone; staring at him with a mixture of alarm, reverence and enjoyment are a sea of faces, most of them East Asian, their chosen expressions not changing for one moment as the Dude's distress becomes clearer.
Still speechless, he continues to look around at the faces, the road, the desert, finally turning around to gaze at the front, where he can just about make out the two figures whose outlines are the last thing he can remember, both apparently male and wearing hats. Still he is unable to muster any words, but one man, perhaps in his early thirties, somehow appears to familarise with the Dude's look of utter bemusement, as though he himself has woken up unexpectedly to the very same sight before.
"Australia," he says with a knowing smile to answer the Dude's silent question. The rest of his comrades nod, now all sharing his amusement, as the eyes behind the shades grow even wider.
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Nov 24, 12 at 4:00am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
Wade Barrett & Dean Ambrose w/CM Punk Vs. Tyson Kidd & Ted DiBiase w/Bray Wyatt
Tag Team Match
The TCW cameras cut backstage as we find none other than Todd Grisham standing with Ted DiBiase in the interview section. There is a massive TCW logo right behind them as both men stand in front of it as Todd Grisham hands Ted DiBiase a microphone and then starts to speak down into his own.
I want to welcome you all to this live interview, here with me right now is Ted DiBiase who later on tonight will take on the tag team of Wade Barrett and Dean Ambrose. Ted last week you managed to gain an important victory, can the same be done tonight once again when you step into the ring to compete?
Well let's see here Todd, I made an alliance with Tyson Kidd and Bray Wyatt not that long ago and look at the success I am having, wait let me repeat that, I am not the only one having the success all three of us are enjoying the success of teaming together. Me and Tyson Kidd, we actually make a really good tag team, everyone held their heads in their hands when we all teamed up, but look at us now, look at the success we are finally having. I teamed with these men because I want one thing and one thing only, championships and I am going to get them quickly enough, because Bray Wyatt is leading me right to them. Trust me I know for a fact that tag teams are back in action, they are cool again and everyone wants to have the best tag team, everyone wants those tag team championships when they come in and when they finally arrive they will look pretty good around my waist.
Ted DiBiase then lowers the microphone for a moment as a smirk appears on his face. The tag team championships have yet to be announced as an active championship in TCW, but Ted DiBiase is positive they are on their way here and when they finally land down, he wants to be the first person to have them around his waist.
I may sound over confident here, but I have every right to be, I know for a fact that the tag team championships are coming here and I want to be the first person to have them. The TCW Tag Team Titles will look so good around mine and Tyson Kidd waists. Now don’t you agree with me Todd? Of course you do because look at me I'm an outstanding athlete, I am capable of doing anything, and that's the truth. Wade Barrett and Dean Ambrose, they are another throw away tag team and they are going to get crushed tonight. Just like everyone else here Wade Barrett and Dean Ambrose is a throw away team, they only paired together, because there single careers were going downhill, but little do they know that there tag team career is going to do the same. They may have CM Punk in there corner, but that will not change a thing, am I meant to be afraid of that, that CM Punk is there with them, please me and Tyson Kidd have Bray Wyatt in are corner and he is more of a man than CM Punk will ever be. Trust me if that straight edged punk thinks about getting involved, then Bray Wyatt will show him the light. Look at last week, Bray Wyatt defeated The Undertaker off all people, I am pretty sure he can deal with someone as pathetic as CM Punk.
Todd Grisham then nods thinking that Ted DiBiase was finished, but Ted DiBiase just remained there, still looking to talk some more. Todd Grisham then wasted little time and asked one more question sum things up. This was going to be a short interview, after all Ted DiBiase had to prepare for his match and knowing this Todd Grisham dived right in.
Ted you really do seem confident that on Warzone you and Tyson Kidd will be walking out with a victory over Wade Barrett and Dean Ambrose. Just like you Wade Barrett and Dean Ambrose have had some success here both in singles and tag team. You have only just arrived in this company a few short weeks ago, do you think that will play against you when you face off against Wade Barrett and Dean Ambrose who have been here from day one.
People can say what they want, sure Wade Barrett and Dean Ambrose have been here from day one, but from day one they have done nothing of any real interest. Everyone can say what they wish; at the end of the day in my three short weeks here I have had more success than Wade Barrett and Dean Ambrose have had in three months. I have teamed up with Tyson Kidd to take the tag team division by storm, we are going to do some serious damage here and take the tag team championships. I am not going to allow people to run me down, Todd if people have something to say they should say it to my face and not hide behind a laptop screen. Nobody cares what these people; you should only care about what I have to say, because what I have to say actually matters. I am here to defeat Wade Barrett and Dean Ambrose and climb the ladder of fame once again and prove just why I am The Perfectionist, to prove once again why I am the future of this company.
Ted DiBiase then drops the microphone to the floor and then Todd Grisham nods this time as he starts finishing up the interview. He adjusts the small white tie which was placed upon his suit, as he begins talking ending the scene as Ted DiBiase turns around and walks away.
My names Todd Grisham, and this was a TCW exclusive, thanks for watching and don't forget you can catch all your favourite TCW superstars live on Warzone.
The scene suddenly fades to a light shade of black, as the TCW logo is shown, telling each and every fan that this was an official TCW exclusive.
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Nov 25, 12 at 12:25pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
DANIEL BRYAN AND ONE HALF OF AWESOME,AWESOME,AWESOME THE MIZ
Backstage, Daniel Bryan is chatting with his fellow superstars when a angry and stressed The Miz walks up to them. The sweat is pouring from his head as he walks up to Bryan. Triple H grabs Daniel Bryan by the collar and brings him right to his face.
The Miz: Alright then Goatboy, you've had your fun but now your coming with us. Were taking you away.
Daniel Bryan: NO! I am staying here. Why would you want me anyway? Is it because I'm losing or something because I was already taken away before. I'm on a WINNING streak and YOUR on a losing streak. YES! YES! YES!
The Miz: Alright then Daniel, We can do this the easy way, or we can play the game.
Daniel Bryan: Really? Really? Really? You honestly think that using time to play the game will still make me look like the only guy who is obessed with his catchphrase.
The Miz: Alright then, where going to do this the hard way.
The Miz grabs Daniel Bryans head and slams him into his locker. The superstars around him back off in a hurry. The Miz tries to do it again but Bryan chops him in the stomach. Bryan gets behind The Miz and dropkicks him into the locker. Daniel Bryan kicks The Miz into the stomach. Daniel Bryan goes for another dropkick but The Miz ducks. Bryan goes RIGHT through the locker. The Miz pulls him out and throws him through the bathroom door. The Miz picks him up and smacks his head against the cubicle.The Miz is pulled off by a referee and is starting to be taken away when Bryan gets up and jumps on him. They both fall to the ground. Daniel Bryan is taken away and The Miz is taken in a different direction.
Edit: Nov 25, 12 11:45pm
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Nov 26, 12 at 4:12am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
Wade Barrett & Dean Ambrose w/CM Punk Vs. Tyson Kidd & Ted DiBiase w/Bray Wyatt
Tag Team Match
The cameras waste no time from cutting away from the previous segment to move to Ted DiBiase and Tyson Kidd locker room. The camera moves into the room and there Ted DiBiase stands alone without his partner. He was preparing himself for his tag team match tonight when the locker room door opens once again, he was expecting to see Tyson Kidd, but to his shock it was none other than Antonio Cesaro. Antonio Cesaro stands in his locker room dressed to impress as he did not have a match tonight. Ted DiBiase looks at him confused, having no idea why on earth he is here and just when Ted DiBiase was about to speak up, Antonio Cesaro cuts him off and starts to address him.
Ted I was in the neighbourhood and I decided to drop in and congratulate you on your impressive victory last week, you destroyed Triple Awesome and I have to admit it caught my attention. It is clear you have been watching some of my matches here, because you dominated that match last week just like I dominate all of my matches. So Ted congratulations and I hope you have as much success as I have had here.
The International Sensation then smirks at his comment to Ted DiBiase. Ted DiBiase shrugs at him having no idea what on earth he is talking about as he has not watched anyone’s matches other than his own. Ted DiBiase merely frowns, at first he was pleased to get some praise from someone like Antonio Cesaro, but now he is not happy, he just once this man to leave as there is no reason for the two of them to be talking right now.
Look Antonio I know you have the night off, why else would you be dressed up and in here talking rubbish to me? You are lucky to have the night off, but I don’t have it off so please would you clear off because I have a match to get ready for. Not just any ordinary match, a match that could literally make or break me here, because last week was a walk in the park for me, of course I dominated Triple Awesome are nothing but jokes and if you ever have the miss-pleasure of facing the two of them you two would see that they are no challenge at all.
I am not here to waste time Ted, sure I have the night off, but you should know that I would rather be in the ring than back here doing nothing at all. I only wanted to congratulate you, things are changing here and it seems people are banding together and making partnerships and I don’t want to be left out in the cold Ted, I don’t want to be left behind like Daniel Bryan and Edge. I know you have been brain washed by this cult of yours, but I think you should keep an open mind, I don’t want to form no tag team with you, I just want to know that if Edge or anyone else ever tries to do harm to me that you would have my back and in return if things ever go wrong for you in your little group you can always count on me to help you out, after all can you really trust Tyson Kidd and big old Husky.
Once again there is a light pause between the two them. Ted DiBiase takes a moment and thinks over what the International Sensation has just said to him and everything he has said makes sense, it is always good to have a few more people you can count on, especially in this make or break business.
Ted don’t be foolish to pass up this offer, what happens if you get beaten tonight, do you think you have countless chances with big old Husky, trust me if you start failing him and losing matches then you’re going to be dealt with, walking out on you was just the start of things, trust me I have seen this all before and it all ends the same way. It will end with you left high and dry and I don’t want that because Ted you have the skill needed to make it here, you have what I have and I don’t want to see that wasted. I am going to the top and so are you, all I want is for you to look out after me and I will do the same, you can trust me Ted because I am telling you what you already know.
Antonio it does not matter to me at all. All that matters to me is that I get what I want and that’s a championship, that’s all that matters. Bray Wyatt is looking out for me, but I know that it will not last forever, nothing good lasts forever. Just like Legacy we will have success and then we will crumble and I need to keep an open mind about that and what the future holds for me. Right now I am focused on defeating Wade Barrett and Dean Ambrose, that’s what matters right now. I will keep in mind what have said to me, but for the time being I will still team with Tyson Kidd and we will still win no matter what the odds are. Seeing as you have nothing to do tonight why don’t you pull up a chair and watch my match, I will show you a thing or two.
Ted DiBiase moves slightly, placing his hand on Antonio Cesaro shoulder and lightly pushing him out of his way. He was done talking; he was done with all the chit chat. Ted DiBiase unlike Antonio Cesaro had things to do. He guides Antonio Cesaro out of the locker room and closes the door as the scene fades to black and the segment ends.
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Nov 26, 12 at 5:12am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
THIS RP IS BROUGHT TO YOU BY: The Voiceless and ADA 2
Scott Hall sat clad in a grungy black T-Shirt and jeans, ran his hair through his greying hair. Hair that had once been rich, clean, young… Now, it was as decrepit as the message he had once stood for. He looked into the eyes of the man sitting in front of him. The man was wearing black training pants and a white hooded sweatshirt, his eyes drawing much more attention than his unique haircut. His name was Tyson Kidd. He and Ted DiBiase had traveled to one of the remaining few WWE Rehabilitation Centers to find Scott, and to try to show him the light of the way. Ted DiBiase seemed rather skeptical of the ordeal, but nonetheless, Tyson wanted him to come. Tyson wanted Ted to witness the good that he and Bray Wyatt were bringing to the world.
Scott Hall’s eyes jumped to Kidd’s. A hurt look crossed over the legend’s face as Kidd made the accusation. Scott shook his head and looked up to Ted DiBiase, who spoke.
Ted DiBiase folds his arms over his chest and just shacks his head as Scott Hall merely continues to look at him with blank empty eyes.
Scott looked back to the floor, searching for solace from the accusations. He began spitting out sounds, barely making sense, before stuttering out what he meant to say.
His rant was stopped by Tyson Kidd’s hand on his shoulder. His other hand had an envelope held to Hall’s chest. Hall takes the envelope, his eyes never leaving Tyson’s.
With that, Tyson stood and finally took his eyes from Hall’s. He patted the old man on the shoulder, and turned to leave the Center. Ted DiBiase followed soon after. The two walked silently to the car, and once inside, Ted broke the silence.
Tyson stuck the key into the ignition and turned it, bringing the car to life. He sat, hands on the wheel, seemingly not ready to answer Ted. Before putting the car into drive, he spoke once more.
The car lurched into motion, headed toward the road. Tyson stared into the road ahead of him, letting his words linger, as they drove on in silence.
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Nov 26, 12 at 8:46am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
It’s obvious that the room projected from the cameras is a locker room, but there have been certain modifications. Every overhead light in the room was off. A lamp was alight in the corner of the room, with a desk, scattered with paper, the only thing lit up. Sitting at the table, in the darkness, was a figure with short spiked hair. The camera swivels over to see his face, and we see a worn and torn face of Alex Riley. From the bags under his eyes, it is easy to see that he hasn’t slept. He buries his head in his hands.
We’re outside the locker room door now, with an ‘Alex Riley’ nameplate plastered onto the door. The door creeks slowly open, and Alex Riley steps out, to the delight of the crowd. His eyes look clearer than they did in the earlier shot, and it’s assumed that Riley caught sleep in the few hours since he’d originally been taped. As soon as he opens the door, the camera man’s motive for standing outside the door are known, as Todd Grisham bursts into view, microphone in tow.
Alex Riley hadn’t had a second to react to Todd, and had to adjust himself during Todd’s questioning. He heard very little of the announcer’s words. The key words; Ric Flair, Assailant, Any clue, rang in Riley’s head.
The interview was over. Todd Grisham had asked a question that was on everybody’s mind, but the interview seemed to be lacking in his eyes. Todd took a huge gulp, and decided to ask the only other question he found that could be weighing on anybody’s mind. It was likely he would regret it.
Alex Riley’s eyes rose from the ground directly to Todd Grisham’s face. He took a step towards the announcer, who attempted to back away, but was grabbed by the shirt and pulled directly into the face of Alex Riley. Riley’s eyes were burning holes into Grisham’s.
He pushed Grisham back into the wall behind him. Grisham had to catch himself to keep from falling. As Alex Riley walked away, Todd Grisham smoothed out his shirt and stared off after Riley.
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Nov 26, 12 at 10:30am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
The Brian Kendrick
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Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.
Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.
But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate -- we can not consecrate -- we can not hallow -- this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us -- that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion -- that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain -- that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom -- and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.
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