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Dec 10, 12 at 3:57pm ^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)
"People are stupid, they will believe something because they want it to be true; or because they're afraid it might be true."
It was almost as if darkness was watching him, creeping into his mind. Every time he tried to focus his mind, he could see it there, lurking in the corners, waiting for him to slip. Last week he had done just that. Something had come over him...he just was so out of it. He wasn't focused, all efforts seemed beyond him. How to stop it he didn't know. Right now however, it was not his concern. His concern was what sat upon the horizon, what the dawn would be bringing for him, for his alliance.
He cracked his neck, letting it echo around the empty locker room. Once again, he sat their alone. Wade probably could've done something with others....but being alone just seemed to fit him. Worrying about others was just a nuisance. Perhaps that was one reason why both the Nexus and the Corre failed. No matter, it was irrelevant. He was on his own again tonight, and continuing on that road was no problem. Friends are with you through thick and thin, though there are always times that you need to do things on your own....no aid, no assistance, only his iron-will and his bare fists. That was the way Wade enjoyed it.
He let his body slack forward, leaning over his lap with his hands resting on his knees. The situation was beginning to dull. Just sitting around wouldn't help his sense of battle, it would only make the allow his blade to rust. Barrett shook his head and mumbled to himself.
"I suppose I should find something to do with my time after all...."
With a grunt, he got to his feet. His body felt stiff, he had been sitting there for a while, just staring off. Deep in thought about something....but he couldn't remember at all. Something seemed wrong, he couldn't tell what, but there was that feeling in the back of his mind, that grip of......fear? No. It wasn't fear. He had nothing to fear right now. But something was off......but he had no time to ponder what it was. Soon tonight would arrive and he'd be left at the mercy of sharks while he allowed his mind to drift with the waves. He couldn't just allow himself to be at their mercy, allow himself to just be at the point of abuse because of others.
He took steps casually toward the door and allowed it to swing onto the hinges as he threw it open. It wasn't something could worry about now. Now it was time to get ready a plan of action. A plot for another battle in this seemingly endless war. Union, Congregation, Ministry.....they all are nothing under a new order. There was no reason to fear losing this war. Battles would be lost, but eventually, the history that will be told would belong to them. They wouldn't be written as gods, no, they would be written as men. But they would be written as men above others, the truth in ink. They would be written in as the people they deserve to be known as, not as the ignorant see them as. History is written by the victors, and no matter how many victors have lied in the past when they wrote the story....the order would write the truth.
They would no longer be ignorant, no longer allow the darkness to conquer the world. They would be the saving grace, the light of salvation for the world. This would be only another battle for him to fight in his crusade....and this crusade would be the purifying cleanse of this world. No more lies, no more darkness....only the truth.
He slammed the door shut behind him, letting it echo around the world. No more worrying about what lies in the past, only shaping his future. And his future will be his crusade. Allegiance to a new order, smiting the deceit. That is who he was now. A strategist, a fighter, a warrior....with a true purpose.
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Jan 16, 13 at 3:05pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
They say greatness is a gift. A gift that people can use to go on and do amazing things for either good or bad. No matter what cause greatness comes at a price, for some greatness gives them confidence and skills to become a better person. For others greatness brings with them arrogance and sense of self believe so great they think their untouchable. If you ask Austin Aries, who the greatest man that ever lived was, his answer would be simple himself.
Austin Aries is considered by many to be one of the greatest professional wrestlers alive today. His ability speaks for itself, a World Champion in a number of companies Austin Aries considers himself to be the greatest man alive, a persona he proudly gave himself. Austin Aries is on the pathway to immortality and his next stop is in Total Championship Wrestling, a company where the best in world fight and legends are born. Mark the date down in your calendars 22nd January 2013, the debut of Double A; TCW will never be the same.
Sitting in an office was a sharply dressed man, with the darkest of sunglasses blocking out any sort of light. This man had an arrogant aroma around him almost as if he was god’s gift. A woman’s voice was soon heard calling ‘Mr Aries, Mrs Torres will see you now.’ Aries got up straightened up his suit before walking into Eve Torres office.
Eve’s office was different from the office he was sat in previously; it had a more meaningful almost personal touch around with pictures of Eve’s time as a competitor. Aries looked around the office disgusted that he was to be sat in here with a woman’s name he wouldn’t care to remember. Austin was welcomed to take a seat by Eve. Austin applied sitting down facing the very beautiful Eve, whom was smiling at Aries. Double A’s first thoughts were she was just like any other woman drawn to the boyish good looks of Double A, and who could blame her.
“Austin Aries I would personally like to welcome you to Total Championship Wrestling. I am very pleased to have secured a talent like yours to the roster and think that you will have a great successful career here with us.”
Austin Aries could not contain his laughter at the stupidity of Eve. It was almost as if she did not have a clue that she was speaking to the greatest man on the planet.
“Eve off course I am going to be successful, you’re speaking to Double A, The Greatest Man on the Planet, Austin Aries. If you look up greatness in dictionary love you will find my name next to it. I am the man that will carry this company to the greatest of heights, I am the man that fans will flock in numbers like sheep to come see, I will be the star of TCW, just like I have been the star of every single company I have ever been a part of so let’s cut the crap Eve and get down to what we both know what you want and that is a piece of Double A.”
Austin leaned over the desk to make a pass at the general manager but before he even went in for the kill he was caught, square in the face with a vicious slap.
“It’s true what they say about you, your arrogance is shocking to say the least. I am now your boss Austin so you have to listen to me. I was considering making your debut in the company as you would say great so I decided you will be competing in your debut match against Alex Riley, Bray Wyatt and Robert Roode in a fatal four way match. Now if you wouldn’t mind leaving I have other matters to take care off.”
Austin Aries’ usually smug look was washed of his face, he was disgusted that Eve not only put him in a fatal four way match but disgusted in the fact she asked him to leave. How dare she be so rude to him after all he is the money maker, the face of TCW? He stood up before giving Eve one last disgusted look.
“You would be lucky to get a man like me Eve, I go for class and clearly you don’t have any. You put the companies star in a fatal four way match? Fine with me just three more losers to add to the list of people I am superior than. In fact that’s most of this company I am the greatest man that ever lived, you will learn to respect me as I am better than you, I run this company not you Eve and not anyone else for that matter. Total Championship Wrestling is my company, Double A’s turf. Guess I will see you around, will not be making a habit of it.”
Austin Aries walked out of Eve’s office leaving her fuming. That arrogant demeanour and smug grin was back on his face, Austin had made his presence felt already in TCW and he knew this was just the beginning of his rise once more to the top of the wrestling industry.
Edit: Jan 16, 13 3:45pm
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Jan 18, 13 at 1:16pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
The Brian Kendrick
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The scene opens on the sight of thousands of screaming TCW fans, delighted at being able to attend the live return of their favorite entertainment organization. The cameras pan around as much as possible to show off as many of the die-hards as possible, zooming in on as many signs, t-shirts and replica masks as is humanly possible in such a short amount of time. After a few moments, the camera cuts to ringside where the well-known commentary team welcome everybody to the show, and talk up the nights events which are sure to be extremely memorable. Halfway through their introduction though, they are rudely interrupted and boos immediately begin to echo around the arena as an extremely familiar guitar riff explodes from within the arena soundsystem...
*OH BABY HERE COMES THE SOUND*
The boos continue at a reasonable level up until the people the music belongs to finally step out from behind the stage-set, and at that point the boos reach an almost intolerable level. Leading the pack, of course, is the smallest giant in professional wrestling today, The Brian Kendrick. The self-proclaimed true TCW World Champion slowly takes a scan of the auditorium, smirking as he takes in the hatred being thrown in his direction. He nods towards the ring, and saunters off down the ramp with his followers in close pursuit. Paul Heyman and the monstrosity that is The Ryback are next in line, walking closely behind Kendrick and having stern words with any of the fans close enough to Kendrick to attempt to berate him face to face. A couple of times Ryback finds himself face to face with a fan, only for Heyman to pull him away, warning him of the financial implications a lawsuit would bring. Finally, bringing up the rear but most certainly not the lowest common denominator in this group, two hall of famers who have made some terrible terrible decisions in the eyes of the casual wrestling fan; Stone Cold Steve Austin - the Sheriff of TCW, and fellow texan legend, ‘The Heartbreak Kid’ Shawn Michaels. Looking ahead, refusing to acknowledge the audience around them, they storm down the ramp behind the other members of The Union. By the time Michaels and Austin are rolling into the ring, The Brian Kendrick has already been handed a microphone by one of the kindly ring technicians (who was of course given a verbal beatdown for taking so damn long), and is preparing to address the hate-filled fans in attendance. He raises his hand to call for his music to stop playing, and the lighting to prepare for normal, and the fans continue to boo him relentlessly for his trouble. He smirks before shrugging his shoulders at Heyman, who in turn rolls his eyes at the inevitable monotony of the entire occasion. Eventually Kendrick loses patience, and raises the microphone up to his mouth, deciding he will simply speak over the audience. After all, he’s the one with the microphone.
The audience boo both the revelation that Kendrick will be seeing yet another TCW Championship opportunity coming his way, and his confidence that he’ll be defeating his opponents and claiming said championship. In fact, they’re also booing the fact that if he does indeed win the title, there’s no way he’ll be winning the damn thing on his own. He has half an army standing next to him at any given time. As he looks out at the audience with a smirk, Stone Cold strolls arrogantly across the ring and takes the microphone out of Kendrick’s hand, which he seems less than pleased by. Heyman shoots Kendrick a look, warning him not to do anything stupid, and the youngster backs down from any potential fight he was possibly considering engaging in. He looks across at the Hall of Famer, who looks out with such scorn at the audience that anyone would think they’d just personally spat in the face of his mother. The legend lets out a deep sigh, before slowly raising the microphone up to his mouth.
The Brian Kendrick: Whoah, whoah whoah whoah, whoah. I’ve stood here and let you talk, Steve, but lets get one thing clear here, right? This isn’t your group. It never was, and it never will be. This is my group. When you signed up to be here, you knew exactly what it was you were agreeing to, and that was to make sure that I get what I want. At first it seemed like you were cool with that, but as times gone on I’m getting less and less sure that you’re ok with being told what to do by someone who’s not been around as long as you. You don’t like how it feels being told what to do, do you, ‘Stone Cold’. You think everybody should always bow down at your feet and do as you say, because you’re a legend! You’ve been inducted into the Hall of Fame! You know what, I’ll shock you here. I don’t care. I don’t care what you did fifteen years ago. What I care about is what’s happening right now. And I’ll make it perfectly understandable for you. Right now, is all about me.
Austin frowns, but his expression very slowly transforms into a smile as he looks from side to side, taking in the audience reaction to his besmirchment. A few sections of the crowd cheer lightly, getting just a small glimpse of what they consider to be the old, favorable Stone Cold Steve Austin. He clears his throat, before lifting the microphone to speak once more, but he chuckles briefly and is unable to get out his words straight away. He looks to the ground before glaring directly into the eyes of Brian Kendrick.
Austin drops the microphone and the audience actually cheer him once again, delighted that he stood up to Kendrick and put him in his place. The legend looks at each member of The Union in turn before turning to walk away, only to quickly turn back towards Kendrick and kick him in the gut...
*STONE COLD STUNNER!
The impact causes Kendrick to fly backwards through the ropes to the outside of the ring, and Heyman, Ryback and Michaels are all quick to follow him to the outside to make sure he is ok, as the audience thunder their support of Austin at a remarkable level of volume. Austin leans back down and picks up the microphone again, before ascending the turnbuckle and holding the microphone up into the air as he signs off with one of his most famous statements...
The audience erupt once again as The Union shout abuse up at Austin from ringside, although the Sheriff completely ignores it and continues celebrating with the fans who are once again on his side...
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Jan 20, 13 at 5:23am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
The TWG logo flashed across the screen of the viewer, before opening to the backstage. Cars lined the parking lot, seemed like everyone had finally arrived. After a few moments, a man walked towards a door, carrying a large bag, seemingly filled to the brim. On closer inspection, it was Antonio Cesaro. This was the first viewing of him in several months, but now he is back and he is looking to have just as much success as he did last time. Just as he was about to open the door, the cameraman was already right behind him, with Todd Grisham quickly behind him. Trying his hardest to catch his breath, Todd Grisham spoke.
“Antonio Cesaro! Can we get your response to your match against Wade Barrett?”
“Well… uh… Antonio Cesaro…can we please get your opinion of your match tonight against Wade Barrett, there is so much on the line and I just wanted to know what you are thinking.”
“You really want to know what I’m going to do to Wade, Todd. You honestly are asking me that stupid question. Wade may not be an American, but just like them he will easily fall to me. There is nobody in this company American or not that can defeat me. I have been here right from the beginning and I am here to stay and now at long last after all of my hard work and all of my hard efforts I am finally grasping at a championship. I have worked long and hard for this moment, this is what I have wanted and now it is my time. Wade is just someone who is in my way and since day one you have seen what I do to people that get in my way. I am so close to championship gold that I can almost taste it and I am not going to allow Wade to derail me from my quest to become a champion. He thinks that this is his time, but he is mistaken, this is the time of Antonio Cesaro and tonight all you people here watching the show live and Wade will learn that.”
“Wade if you are a smart man then you best get your family on the phone, because I’m going to tear you to pieces to get to my rightful championship.”
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Jan 20, 13 at 2:28pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
Mr. Kennedy and The Title Picture
Backstage, a fuming Mr. Kennedy paces back and forth in his dressing room. Pictures of himself taken during the best moments of his career line the walls, the smiles on those faces contrasting with the immense scowl on his face now. Maria, his love interest, stands next to him, unconfidently outreaching her arm as if to comfort him on his shoulder. Kennedy unexpectedly throws a stiff jab at the wall, frightening Maria and causing her to jump back. She worries because she does not know what upsets Kennedy nor how to comfort her. Kennedy runs his fingers through his own short blonde hair before addressing the issue.
"This is completely unjust. We are having matches tonight to determine who will compete for the titles this Sunday, and MISTEEEEEER KEEENEDYYYY is not booked for either of them. Last time I was in a match, I beat out four other man easily. I could have done it with both hands tied behind my back, but does that mean anything? According to the people in the back, no. Okay, I may have joined the company after these other guys, but that shouldn't matter. I have much more wrestling experience than any of them. I've been ranked as one of the top wrestlers in the world. I've wrestled in front of live TV audiences when most of those guys were in gyms hoping the attendance would reach fifty people. This is a complete and utter lack of respect."
Kennedy speaks while staring intensely at Maria. He delivers his words unflinchingly. Trying to calm her man down, Maria wraps her arms around Mr. Kennedy's waste and pulls his body closer to hers. She now runs her hands, the fingernails painted a luscious red, through his hair.
"Now Ken, whatever there plans are for this title match, they are obviously just giving the weaker guys a chance. Nobody can compare to you in the ring, so they are just finding out who is the best out of them to make sure your match for the championship is the best it can be. I mean, why else would they omit you from the title picture? So that when you do win the belt, people will be saying that you beat the second best man in TCW and that it wasn't just a fluke."
"Still, they shouldn't have to do that. They could just put me in a 6-1 handicap match against everyone else in the title picture and I would still win. I'd make Santino tap, I'd put Punk to sleep. I'd pin Cesaro, I'd knock out Barret. The Brian Kendrick? He'd be out cold in seconds. Derrick Bateman? He wouldn't be making any jokes after I make a fool out of him. But I'm not even facing any of them tonight. I'm not even booked for the pay-per-view yet! MISTEEEEEER KEEENEDYYYY is not even in the program for TCW's next pay-per-view!"
"Baby, you have to take this one step at a time. Tonight, you win your tag-team match with John Cena and be the one who ends The Ministry. Sunday, you dominantly win whatever match they book you in at the last second. Then, after that, you continue your winning streak and become the undefeated TCW World Champion."
"Hmm, and you'll be right there at my side."
Finally soothing Mr. Kennedy, Maria shares a passionate kiss with him before the cameras fade to the next scene.
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Jan 21, 13 at 1:30pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
Winds of Change (Spinning Side Slam) l Wasteland (Forwards Fireman's Carry Slam) l Bullhammer (Arm wrench transitioned into a short-arm forearm smash)
"Life is the future, not the past."
The landscape has changed. The man who had stood atop the mountain, the metaphorical Zeus to each and every one of them, each acting as a copy of Hades, who they would attempt to topple seemed to have vanished. Who had done it, no one knew. Maybe he just grew bored, maybe he felt like he had no time to deal with those that weren't of his "status." Either way....he left. His memory is all that remains as those of us that remain try to shape a new Olympus. And as Derrick Bateman is gone with the wind.....it is time for winds of change to blow through the new front of war.
The fans scream as the return of TCW is fast approaching. The camera pans around, letting the viewers at home get a view of the crowd as well as let a few members get their seconds of fame on the Titantron. They soon cut to our commentary team who are quick to welcome us back after our Christmas break as well as reminding us of our two Championship Tournament matches later tonight. The resounding cheers and shrills of joy are soon replace with disdainful boos as Rev Theory's Far From Over strikes the PA system.
The curtain is cast aside as Wade is quick out to the stage the moment he hears his music playing. He had missed this. The hatred, the denial. It had been what his purpose was before and it still was now. The Barrett Barrage would continue, the little break wasn't going to cause it to stumble. He didn't need a fancy suit for this return, a pair of jeans, a simple black t-shirt, that was all he needed. And a microphone didn't hurt.
"So here we are. Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to Total Championship Wrestling....and where are your heroes right now? Derrick Bateman is gone. He abandoned each and every one of you....and yet you'd all still accept him the moment he came back. He could cry about how he still loved all this and all of you and say everything you all want to hear, and you'd believe him, no questions asked. It's a shame that emotions skewer our way of thinking. A rule to know: "Passion rules reason, for better or for worse." And each and every one of you are a factual representation of that."
The crowd boo, as history begins to repeat itself. Wade's continued "crusade" that almost each and every single one of them tire of hearing. But Barrett doesn't care. He will pound away at the wall, throw force after force at it, until it breaks away. Weeks, months, no matter. It's a war he's willing to fight, battles he will always be willing to try.
"And now here we are, about to change the landscape once again, yet all of you still allow emotions to rule you, look only toward the past. Life is not about the past. The past can teach us, it can grant us experience, but you all cling to it, embracing what is gone from this world. Only the future holds life for us. The future holds a new champion, a new man to stand atop the mountain, and yet....you stick to living in a world that has already moved on. You all want to bask in the days where the people who gave you what you wanted to hear, where the people standing at the pinnacle were people you adored, whether they were "larger than life" stars like The Rock and John Cena or your "underdog heroes" like Zack Ryder and Derrick Bateman. It's truly a shame."
Wade allows the microphone to juggle in his hand. He stands still on the stage, waiting for words to come to his mind that truly fit his crusade. No one wants him to be out there any longer than he must, and even now their attention begins to dwindle. Barrett shrugs as he realizes their interest is waning. Alas, it will seem he'll have to wait to enlighten them further.
"Don't fool yourselves into thinking I'm just trying to make you all mad and garner hatred. If that was my goal, I'd do something like go on about superior to America or calling you all idiots or hypocrites or an abundance of words that half of you wouldn't understand. I'm actually trying to help you all. I know none of you want it, but I'll still give it, and you'll all bite the hand that feeds. And no matter how many times you bite me, I won't stop trying. The Barrett Barrage will not stop, you'll all accept the truth of reality eventually. It's just how the world will work in the future, where you'll all be brought back to the future, not the crippled past you live in now."
Wade allows the crowd to boo him off as his music begins to play again. They'll despise him to the bitter end, and to be honest, he hates each and every single one of them. But he is better than them, and he'll prove it by continuing to help them. Nothing about them deserving a hero or needing a hero, only the true depth of the Barrett Barrage.
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Jan 21, 13 at 2:10pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
The camera's cut outside Punk locker room, no nWo logo, no stable, nothing... Punk has decided to go his separate ways since TCW's return back from the winter and Christmas break, the fans are yelling all sorts of mixed views about Punk as they are clearly feeling he may have the same attitude as he did before the break. Punks locker room door opens in which he as a usual slight smug grin on his face and he begins to address the world...
"Well, well, how appropriate, a camera man waiting for me outside my locker room, people yelling and some cheering, all sorts of vile things towards me and you know what? Nothing has changed, not one single bit. I still plan on being the bastard you all witnessed before hand and I sure ain't as hell going to bow down to all of your ridiculous demands and wanting me to turn 'face' and all that crap. So boo me, cheer me, do what ever all of you uneducated morons like to do, pre-judge me and keep getting sucked in to all the garbage your beloved heroes like to spout out. Speaking of garbage, it appears once again I have been put in a match with Brian Kendrick who we all know has his nose up managements ass and is most likely, if not guaranteed to beat me because of backstage political bullshit, which happens everywhere, so it doesn't matter to me about cutting this promo and entertaining you disgusting zombies out there and yeah you can continue to boo me all you wish, I couldn't care less anymore. I am out for me and me only and if I do not win, I quit, I'm done, I need to get away from this hell hole and go somewhere, where I believe I am worthy and respected! So cameraman why don't you and you cheap tacky boom microphone get the hell out of my face. "
Punk shoves the cameraman to the floor and storms off in a fit of rage, will Punk keep to his words and leave the TCW? Can he beat Kendrick? Stay tuned and we will find out.
Camera goes to a commercial break.
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Jan 21, 13 at 11:42pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
“Say it to my face!”
The crowd erupts! After the long break, the audience seems to have missed Alex Riley! They’re livid, out of their seats! Many of them have been constantly checking the spoiler sites for updates on Ric Flair, but they were left to merely wait for updates on his condition until now. Now, they would get the answers they were looking for. Now, they would hear from Alex Riley.
A-Ry stepped onto the stage, flashing a smile that was refreshing to see. He seemed to be back to his old self. He seemed to be no longer tormented by the thought of the vicious assault on his friend and mentor, Ric Flair. He seemed to have every intention to come out and win the fatal-four way he had been placed in. A-Ry looked like he was ready for a fight, wearing jeans and a black tank top. He trotted down the aisle past all the adoring fans, stopping to give handshakes to as many of them as he could. He slid in to the ring and graciously accepted the microphone from one of the stage hands, even delivering a prompt, “Thank you.” A smile was plastered onto his face as he took the microphone to his mouth.
Alex Riley: “Damn, it feels good to be back! I have a quick update for all of you. Ric Flair’s condition has improved. He’s gained consciousness, but he’s lost a lot of short term memory. To him, memory of the incident is very vague. He has no idea who did this to him, as the doctors and I had hoped. But he might regain a bit of it in the coming weeks. I promise to find out who did this! ”
Riley paced around the ring, searching for more to say.
Alex Riley: “But right now, I’m focusing on one thing, and that’s my match tonight. Tonight, I go up against Bobby Roode, Austin Aries, and Bray Wyatt. There are so many factors that way in tonight. You have Bray Wyatt’s Congregation looming around the arena. You have the skill of the new blood of Austin Aries. And you have the sheer power of Roode. But in the end, only Alex Riley has what it takes. Only Alex Riley has these people on his side! Ric Flair once told me…”
Suddenly, the lights went out. The Titan-tron became the only light in the entire arena. The image that came to life was footage from a handheld camera. A door stood, closed. A hand reached out and opened the door, and an eerie blackness enveloped the arena as shadows infiltrated the screen. The camera crept closer into the darkness, only small traces of movement were seen as the camera approached its target. When the movement ceased, it became clear that the camera was aiming at the sleeping face of Ric Flair. The camera went black. The message was clear. I can get close to him again. I could hurt him again. And then it was gone.
The light flooded back into the arena, leaving an eerie silence. Alex Riley dropped the microphone, and headed back to the stage, leaving the TCW audience in silence.
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Jan 22, 13 at 2:31am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
Antonio Cesaro is seen backstage with his over protective manager and girlfriend, Aksana. Both of them since day one have been together in this company, they have never been apart, and tonight is no different. Tonight is the night when Antonio Cesaro goes out to that ring and shows the world first hand why he is championship material. Antonio Cesaro will go out to that ring and take on the very talented Wade Barrett and Antonio Cesaro will defeat him no matter what.
“Tonight everything will finally change for you Antonio. Tonight is when you show the world and far more importantly Wade Barrett why you are the next headliner of this company. This is your night, don’t you forget that, don’t you dare lose sight of that. Forget everyone else, this is all about you. Tonight you show Wade Barrett and everyone else why you will be the next world champion.”
“You were in this same exact spot when you walked into this company. You were tossed into a tournament to crown a world champion and you made it all the way to end and at the final hurdle you came up short. Last time around you defeated some big names to advance right to the end and I know that if you have done it before you can defiantly do it again. There is no difference this time around; just all your matches are taking place in one evening. All you have to do is defeat Wade Barrett and then defeat whoever is facing you in the finals; this is all too easy for a man of your amazing talents.”
“If needed I will be in your corner tonight. I know before you say anything that you like to do things on your own, but listen since you have kept me in the back things have not been going your way here. You where wasting your time with people like Edge when you should have been trying to defeat men like Wade Barrett and Brian Kendrick. With me at your side you will have nothing to worry about, you will have nothing to fear, and the two of us together is what makes you so successful. Wade Barrett is ready to fall to you, I know that you can defeat him, you have all the talent and the skill needed to defeat a man like him. When that bell rings you will embarrass him, and you will humiliate him and knock him out of this tournament. Antonio, you are going to have that world championship around your waist tonight, you will be walking out with your head held high with pride, the world championship around your waist, and me and you, we will both stand over the broken body of Wade Barrett and whomever is unlucky enough to face you in the finals of the tournament.”
“Aksana I want you to stay here for the time being, I want to do this on my own. If I need a woman to fight my battles then I am just as pathetic as all of these Americans here. I don’t need anyone to fight for me, I can this on my own. I am Antonio Cesaro, I can defeat any American or European easily. I will go to that ring and I will defeat Wade Barrett, I have been waiting to get into the ring with him for a long time and now finally at long last I get my chance. I am going to show him that I do not fear him, I will show him first-hand tonight that I do not need any help defeating him. Tonight is the night of Antonio Cesaro, tonight is finally my time to fulfil my destiny and become world champion and nobody and I mean nobody is going to stop me.”
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Mar 08, 13 at 10:36am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
Hollywood Hulk Hogan
the camera goes to a certain somebodys locker room with justin roberts following him.
Justin Roberts: Hulk Hogan?!
Hollywood Hulk Hogan: thats Hollywood Hogan to you brother.
i started the franchise wrestling brother. with all the hulkamanics then moving on with the NWO which is too sweet to keep down brother. now your gonna see bigger and better things in the TWC brother.
Watcha Gonna Do? When Hollywood Hulk Hogan Runs Wild On TWC!
Justin Roberts: well thanks Hogan for your time.
Hollywood Hulk Hogan: Hollywood!!! *slaps justin roberts*
Ow!! This Hollywood Hogan guy sure packs a punch... ow.
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Mar 08, 13 at 12:09pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
Hey joeyjr060100, this is the old Roleplay Thread.
First off, you're going to want to send me a PM with the character you want (I know who it is) and his disposition (face or heel) so I can properly add you to the roster. Then go ahead and send post whatever Roleplay into the Roleplay Thread II, that's stickied at the top of this forum. Good to have you though.
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