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Sep 24, 12 at 2:50pm ^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 fans sit restless as the final episode of TCW Mayhem before our first Pay Per View is on the horizon. They ready themselves for two epic TCW Series matches, including a fatal-four way between 4 behemoths of massive strength and intensity. Though before the fans are comfortable with their seats, they are interrupted as the titantron begins rolling.
The cameras show an empty lot as the sun is slowly setting in the background. The wind blows and the fence surrounding the lot rattles as we see a bag hung over a tree branch that is wedged inside the chain links of the fence. We hear a voice asking if they were rolling and the cameraman tells the voice they are. Their is a slight applause as the camera turns towards Wade Barrett sitting leaning against the opposite side of the fence.
The crowd can be heard booing as Wade continues wrapping white tape around his right fist before walking off the wall. He tests to make sure the crowd can hear him properly before moving on next to the punching bag. He rubs his hand over it before speaking.
"Now then ladies and gentlemen, I'm sure that no matter how unhappy you are to see my face, you will listen. Or at least some of you will, I'm still hopeful that at least some percentage of Americans have manners. TCW Universe, I've told you week in and week out about the Barrett Barrage and the goals that behind it. I've preached for weeks about how you all hide behind lies and abuse deception, wearing masks to avoid having to speak the truth."
Wade begins to go to work on the bag, laying into it with multiple rights and lefts. He abuses the bag with three left jabs in a row before knocking the bag into the fence with a huge right hand. Dust from the bag can be seen dissipating in the air as the tape on Wade's hands begin to turn opaque.
"I've said many times I will wipe away the lies, and I've kept to that myself. I've made it a point to be truthful every night I speak unless I had a point to prove within a lie. I've made it one of my goals to avoid ridiculing and insulting my opponents with foolish points that make nothing but a fool out of myself, not out of my opponent. And though I will continue to try to avoid that, I feel like I do have a valid point about my opponent tonight to make."
Wade measures the bag once more and gives it another right hand before giving it a left hand into what would be the abdomen of a man the same height as Barrett. Wade continues with slow and precise shots, almost as if he was dissecting an actual opponent as opposed to a training tool.
"Dude Love. Cactus Jack. Mankind. Mick Foley. Many faces for one man, four personas, and four massive lies for a single human being. I have respect for you Mick, you've done a large amount of things for this industry over the year, sacrificed so many things, broken your body into pieces, but that is where the problem lies. Though I do not respect the lies you have done throughout your career, my issue lies with a man who just doesn't know when to give up. You have been thrown off a cell, as well as thrown through it. You have been driven through a flaming table. You have suffered through breaking point after breaking point. And yet you are still here. I am saying this because I respect you Mick. I warn you, do not step into the ring with me. Do not get back into this business for one last attempt at glory. If you must be involved with this industry, so be it. Be a road agent like Arn Anderson, be someone's manager. Do not commit yourself to being a superstar again."
Wade finally hits the bag hard enough to knock the tree branch loose, sending it to the ground. He looks down at it before resting the heel of his left foot on it and raising his hand into the air as if he had just won a match. He asks for the camera from the lone cameraman with him who unwillingly hands it over to Wade. Barrett looks at the device, which is now pointing to the ground before setting it to the ground. As we see the lower half of Wade, dressed in blue jeans and the black pants of the cameraman. Wade is motioning with his hands as the words they're speaking aren't lout enough to be picked up by the camera's microphone. The crowd then gasp as the cameraman drops to the ground, with a thump, unconscious. Barrett cracks his knuckles before picking up the camera and pointing it towards himself. We get a good view of Wade's twisted smile before he speaks again.
"Mick, do not commit yourself. Because the truth is.....I WILL hurt you."
Wade then shuts off the camera as the Titantron fades to black, the crowd still awestruck at Wade's viciousness.
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Sep 25, 12 at 11:53am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
Finisher - Ry-Plex - Snap Fisherman Suplex
The arena is in a hush after what had already transpired that night. Wade Barrett had attacked a camera man. Justin Bieber made an appearance! Cesaro once again touted that he was the best in the business. CM Punk seemed to unleash a darker side in front of the sold out audience. Alex Riley's girlfriend and valet was kidnapped! The crowd had to be feeling sick to their collective stomach with how fast this whirlwind of a show was whipping them around. The sinister mood is coupled with the image of a camera being run around backstage, seemingly looking for something. There was a loud crash. There were screams. The cameraman whipped around the corner, just in time to be knocked back by a raving lunatic! The face that filled the Titantron for that brief second was a face that every fan had come to know. Yet, they had no idea who this man was. It looked an awful lot like Alex Riley, aged twenty years.
The cameraman stumbled, catching his footing before turning around to see the back of the lunatic who had almost knocked him off his feet. The man yelled something, and even though he was down the hallway, the camera's microphone could pick it up. Not that one could make out the language, what with all the bleeps going on, barely being caught.
"Where the *bleep* is Layla? Somebody tell me! *bleep*-ing Ambrose!? Where the *bleep* did you go? Where's Layla? Layla? Can you hear me?!"
Riley flipped a catering table, obviously causing a great deal of property damage. TCW personnel was being called to stop this! Security rushed past the cameraman, knocking him down, and removing the vision of millions in the process.
When a camera came back on, we could see Alex Riley in the middle of the ring, security surrounding. They were ready to pounce. Ready to fight Alex Riley if they needed to. Riley was asking for a microphone, and upon approval from Michael Cole, who had approval from the higher-ups, he was given one.
"Dean Ambrose, you *bleep*, you get out here. You bring me Layla! I swear, I will give every last ounce of myself to get her back! You mark my words! I'm going to come back there, and I'm going to kick you *bleep*. We're not going to get to a match tonight. At all. I'll kill you first! Do you hear me? And anyone who gets in my way will feel the same fate!"
Riley threw the microphone from the ring, and went to leave, but the mic nearly hit a security guard. This meant war for the men in black. They hardly saw enough action, and this was their time to shine! Two jumped into the ring, and pushed Riley to the corner. They were laying him with hard hits to the head and abdomen. The rest of the security guards came into the ring, and handled the same punishment! This was out of line! This was an overuse of power, but who could stop it! Who could end this onslaught? This question was answered when men in black shirts labeled "TCW Security" ran to the ring. This explained it all! The first Security Guards, as it was realized now, weren't even the official security! What the hell was going on?
John Laurinaitis was out in seconds, looking to diffuse the situation. As the imposter security guards were carted from the arena, one grabbed the microphone.
"Long live the Revolution!"
Alex Riley was on him in seconds. Riley hit him with lefts and rights, and then his his signature wrestling move, the Ry-Plex, onto the concrete floor! The man writhed in pain! Riley picked him up, and screamed in his face, inquiring about Layla's whereabouts. But the man simply said "Long live the Revolution." He knew nothing. He wasn't affiliated with Dean Ambrose, just a follower. He knew nothing. Riley hit another Ry-Plex, knocking him out cold, before security finally stepped in. Riley was taken to the back. He had a cooler head, though he was frustrated. He had let out a lot of steam. But tonight, there would still be hell to pay.
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Sep 25, 12 at 12:38pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
A splash of bright colours takes over the screen. The camera slowly adjusts, zooming out to show a dark, unkempt mass above the psychadelic pattern. The view moves sideways; a shard of glass, now a mirror, shows staring at himself the face of Dude Love. The bandana doing its best to suppress that which lies beneath it, his attire is complete but for one touch, the sunglasses. In their place are bloodshot eyes, staring into themselves, sharing with the reflection mutual confusion.
He and his reflection share a smile, then in the same moment put on their sunglasses, turn their backs and walk away from one another. His expression invisible behind beard, hair and the glasses, he begins strutting towards the doorway, clicking his fingers, swinging it open and moving straight into the path of two road agents. They share a glance at each other and then start to laugh; one of them starts dancing around much to the other's amusement. The Dude obliges to do the same, then pats one of them on the back and continues strutting on his way.
Now he is confronted by a nameless jobber, let's say...Domino. Noticing Curt shaking his head, Dude stops in his tracks, still tapping his feet and nodding asks he speaks:
"Hey man, what's your vibe?"
Domino stares intently, doing his best to assert eye contact, but it's impossible, Dude still moving with carefree rhythm.
"My vibe," Domino replies with a greasy sneer, "Is that I'm sick of this company wheeling out the same tired acts over and over and stopping anyone else get a chance. I mean, look at the state of you! Aren't you disgusted by yourself?"
Finally The Dude betrays a visible smile, unsettling Hawkins before grabbing him by the arm.
"Sounds like someone needs to learn how to party!" Domino protests but is overpowered, giving him no choice but to be dragged along as Dude Love high fives more road agents and raises the arm he has seized periodically into the air.
"You know what these people see man?" Dude can just about be heard over the cheers that beckon his movement down the corridor; he doesn't look at Domino while he speaks. "They see a 45 year old man wearing a bandana. They see a guy whose body has undergone unthinkable punishment over the course of twenty years, whose knees are hanging by a thread, dancing around like a lunatic. And you know what? They love it."
Now they reach a larger contingent who surround them and begin dancing in a circle; Dude lets go of Domino but he's powerless to escape until the crowd dies down. Dude receives pats on the back from all involved and struts away as the crowd disperses. With nobody else in sight, he now looks back to see Domino the only man remaining, still looking at him in disbelief. Dude acknowledges him with double finger guns and a clicking noise, before turning a corner and heading out of view. Still his expression can't be seen, but the finger clicking stops, just as the strutting is replaced by a slow, cumbersome limp.
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Sep 25, 12 at 2:05pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
"The Most Dangerous Man in TCW" Dean Ambrose
An action packed night for this crowd in Cleveland and they showed it through their cheers and boo's throughout the night. After the wacky promo from Dude Love, the fans were dying down a tad bit, watching and waiting for the next big thing to happen. Suddenly, something comes over the titan tron. It was the same room from last week, chairs set up in the exact same positions with the lighting over top of them. Only this time, Dr. Layfield was already patiently waiting for his patient to arrive. Holding onto his notepad as if someone were going to steal it. Dr. Layfield suddenly stands up, but without a smile on his face. He is full blown shocked and a female figure is shown, but it looks to be against her will as she struggles and screams. Another figure is behind the female figure and Dr. Layfield just holds his hand to his mouth. It's revealed to be Layla and Dean Ambrose once the lighting hits them. Ambrose immediately sits on the empty couch and pulls Layla down with him. Obviously against her will as she tries to break free, but Dean's grip is too strong. Ambrose has his arms wrapped around Layla, holding her in place on his lap. Finally, Dr. Layfield speaks up.
Dean lets out his sadistic grin whilst brushing Layla's hair from her face, but she resists, trying to pull her head from Ambrose. Ambrose lets out a "Shhhh." to try and calm down his hostage, but Layla isn't having any of it, still trying to break free but to no avail. Ambrose begins to speak as Layla tries to escape.
Ambrose makes a audible sniff of Layla's hair, who reacts accordingly, disgusted. Dr. Layfield is dumbfounded, hardly coming up with any words that make sense. He flips through his notebook and searches through the pages vigorously before finding something and starts to comment on it.
Dean lets out a chuckle before standing Layla up, who doesn't even try to fight back anymore, just out of sheer terror of what will happen if she does. Dr. Layfield tries to stand, but Ambrose pushes him back down onto his chair and now the Doc is terrified. Ambrose lets out a grin and waves bye to his therapist. He whispers something in Layla's ear, who with a tear rolling down her cheek, looks towards the camera and begins to speak.
And with that said, the boo's ring throughout the arena. Dean Ambrose pushes Layla along who cries for help, but Dr. Layfield won't even stand, just cowers in his chair as Dean and Layla disappear from camera view. Before anything else can be said, the camera's fade to black and enter a commercial break ...
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Sep 25, 12 at 2:23pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
Scene; The right thing.
The production crew is busy setting up the final touches before WarZone can blast its theme song, shoot its pyrotechnics, and come on air. Doink is stretching his legs right behind the curtain in deep thought to prepare for the battle ahead in the first tag team competition of his journey in this company. Stage hands are scurrying to and fro as big D continues his stretching regimen with back stretches and eventually moving onto his arms and a little on his neck simultaneously. He hops a few times and nods his head to a man stationed in the sound booth.
BAHT DAHT DADADADA DAHT DA DADAAAA
The crowd erupts as Doink pops through the curtain with a look of calculated joy on his face. He is not his typical bouncy and jolly self. He still scknowledges his fans on the way down the ramp and gives as many high fives as he can muster to all the little Doinkateers that have always loved him, but a renewed confidence has obviously washed down his happiness after the happenings with Randy Orton and the near-injury against Wade Barrett. The lack of a neck brace tells the fans that their worry and prayers may have been answered with good tidings for the clown, but his palming the back of his neck as he walks up the steel steps and enters the ring through the ropes may be a bad sign. He motions for a microphone and is swiftly given one while his music fades.
"We're going to bite your heads off."
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Sep 25, 12 at 2:36pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
This is a joint production by CHKFLIP and The Voiceless!
Scene II; The A-Ry Carnival visit Eve.
Eve straightened her glasses, before hearing a knock at the door.
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Sep 25, 12 at 4:13pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
Live Tuesday 25th September, Quicken Loans Arena, Cleveland, OH
The opening video package comes to an end, and we cut to inside the arena where a lively Cleveland crowd are ready for the second edition of TCW WarZone. The cameras pick out various fan signs, as we’re given a panoramic sweep of the crowd. After a minute or so, the cameras cut down to the commentary team who’re ready to get the show underway.
Cole: Hello ladies and gentleman and welcome to another edition of TCW WarZone! My name is Michael Cole and here alongside me are Booker T and Taz!
Booker T: Tonight’s show is gonna be crazy, I can’t wait to get it going.
Taz: You got that right Book, and this first match should be a great one.
Booker T: Damn right, as CM Punk takes on Trent Baretta.
CM Punk vs. Trent Baretta
The bell rings to signal the beginning of the match, and CM Punk instantly gains the upper hand, dashing towards Baretta and kicking him in the gut, before pushing him back into the corner of the ring only to whip him across the ring into the opposite corner with force. Trent stumbles forwards, and Punk charges towards him before taking him down to the ground with a leaping clothesline. Punk slowly gets back up to his feet, before smirking down at his fallen opponent, chuckling as the boos rain down upon him. He lifts Trent up to his feet, before slapping him across the face, causing spit to fly across the ring as Baretta grabs his cheek in anguish, only to turn back towards Punk and be met by a huge kick to the skull, which sends him straight back down to the ground with a thud. Punk smirks once again, before performing his obligatory Go to Sleep taunt, before lifting Trent up onto his shoulders once he reaches his feet, and performing the move itself. He covers Baretta for an incredibly easy three count.
Cole: CM Punk picking up the victory with incredible ease there!
Booker T: Awww my boy Punk gettin' another win under his belt!
Taz: What a squash! Punk took that youngster to the cleaners here tonight.
Booker T: Awww yeah CM Punk!
The camera zooms in on Hardy who is standing next to the food
suddenly someone hits him in the leg with steel pipe. Jeff drops his food and falls awkwardly to the floor
The assailant continuously wacks Hardy in the leg with the steel pipe. Almost breaking it. Jeff screams in pain as Thr man delivers a final blow to Jeffs leg, breaking it, then swinging at his face
Masked Man: Jeff. You never should have shown up tonight. Why? Because noe your unable ovwalk due to a broken leg and now you cant even hear me as i jst knocked you out! I huess the Extreme can die.
As the man turns arounf he stops in fear staring at a man holding a microphone
the camera only shows the reaction of the man at this time
Man: I guess we havent met
The fand roar in joy and explode in cheers as The camera zooms onto........... EDGE!
Michael Cole: Oh My God! Thats Edge! Its The Rated R Superstar! Can you believe it!
Edge runs at the Masked man and spears him through the food table
Edge: Brock.. Tonight its no longer Jeff and you. Its me and you. Amd at the PPV... Im taking Jeffs spot. Jeff and i may have had our differences.. But now... We are good mates and will help each other out no matter the consequences
the canera fades as Doctors run to Hardys aid
Booker T: Looks like Edge is here for the long haul!
Taz: But what about Jeff Hardy?!
Cole: Well, I guess he’s gone Taz!
Taz: I guess so, well I look forward to seeing Edge in action later, but first we have a tag match!
Dean Ambrose & Dolph Ziggler vs. Alex Riley & Doink
Tag Team Match
Dean Ambrose and Alex Riley begin the match inside the ring, as the bell rings to signal the beginning of the contest. The two young competitors circle the centre of the ring, before locking up in the middle to a roar from the crowd. Riley gains the early upper hand, using his slightly superior strength to push Ambrose backwards towards the ropes, however Ambrose ducks out of an attempted irish whip, dodging the grab from Riley and taking him down to the mat with an arm drag. Riley jumps back up to his feet and lunges for Ambrose once again, but again the smart athlete ducks away, before dropkicking riley to the mat and raising his arms in triumph. Riley crawls backwards before getting up to his feet and glaring across the ring in frustration. He shakes his head emphatically, before slapping Doink on the chest, forcing the clown into the ring as the active competitor. Doink obliges, and Ambrose quickly runs towards him, but the Clown dodges the attempt with a smirk. Again Ambrose attempts to attack Doink, and again it is sidestepped, but this time Doink doesn’t waste any time in getting the upper hand on Ambrose, clubbing his arm down across his back forcing him down onto his knees, before grabbing Ambrose’s head and dropping him down to the ground with a quick snap DDT. Doink gets up to his feet and chortles broadly at Ambrose as he slowly tries to recover from the attack. Ambrose sharply lunges towards Doink, who again ducks out of the way and sweeps Ambrose’s legs out from underneath him, before grabbing ahold of his leg and locking in a single leg Boston Crab... He Taps out! Ambrose Taps! Doink and Riley pick up the win!
Taz: An excellent display there from these unlikely allies, what a rocketbuster!
Cole: You got that right partner, it is sure to have blown the TCW Universe away!
Booker T: Aww Doink and Riley!
Cole: Next up, Brock Lesnar takes on the newly debuting Edge!
Brock Lesnar vs. Edge
Brock Lesnar wastes no time as the bell rings and he starts punching Edge in the face with a closed fist. Edge manages to duck under a wild swing from Brock though and mount an offense of his own. He lays into his opponent with a few punches, then nails Lesnar with a dropkick to the knee, sending the big man to the mat. Edge runs the ropes and as he returns to gives Lesnar a dropkick to the face! This enrages Lesnar though and he quickly jumps to his feet, ready to take his anger out on TCW's latest signing; the Rated R Superstar! Edge climbs to the top rope and leaps at Lesnar, but he catches him! Lesnar throws Edge onto his shoulders and looks for the F5... No! Edge lands on his feet and nails Lesnar with a snap-suplex! He walks over to the corner and crouches down. He runs his hands through his hair and waits for a groggy Lesnar to get to his feet. SPEA-- What?! Lesnar sidesteps him but Edge manages to stop himself from crashing into the steel post. He turns around into Lesnar who whips him into the ropes. Lesnar looks for a huge clothesline but Edge ducks it and as he runs back towards Lesnar he takes him out with a Spear! Edge hooks the leg, 1...2...3! Edge gets the victory.
Cole: Edge beats Lesnar on his debut!
Booker T: Aww Edge started in style!
Taz: What a debut from Edge, looks like we'll be seeing a lot of him here in TCW now!
Randy Orton makes his way to the ring to Burn In This Light by Mercy Drive and grabs a mic from ringside. He waits for the fans to calm down before he raises it to his mouth.
He drops the mic and paces around the ring waiting for his opponent to make his entrance. A theme does hit the PA System but it's definitely not Orton's opponent. It's Eve Torres, the WarZone general manager! He music quickly fades out and she wastes no time lifting the mic to her lips.
She smugly says before leaving through the curtain on the set. Orton waits a little longer but he doesn't have to wait long. The fans, and Orton for that matter, nearly jump out of their skin.
A deafening burst of fire appears from the four ring posts! Kane's theme hits and he walks down to the ring. Orton grins and leaves the ring, Kane in his sights. He takes Kane out with a kick to the gut, which he quickly follows up by launching Kane into the barricade! He laughs as he picks up a steel chair from ringside. As Kane gets to his feet he walks into a shot to the head! Kane groggily stumbles forward. Orton smirks and sets up the chair... RKO onto the chair! Orton rolls into the ring as his theme hits the PA System. The fans roar as Orton raises his arms into the air. Eve can't be very happy about this, Orton just destroyed the opponent she hand picked for him.
Booker T: Next up we got Wade Barrett Vs. Dude Love!
Wade Barrett vs. Dude Love
Barrett and dude love tie up in the centre of the ring, and quickly Love shows his experience by ducking behind Wade and hitting him in the back of the head with a stiff elbow, he follows this up by sweeping Barrett’s legs out from under him. Dude Love then goes to work on Barrett hitting him with repeated elbow shots to the chest, he makes a quick cover but Wade kicks out almost instantly. Love then picks Barrett up looking to continue the attack, he hits him with right hand after right hand and forces him into the corner. Dude Love then charges at Barrett looking for the running knee, but Wade moves out the way just in time sending Dude Love crashing into the turnbuckle pad. Barrett then goes on the attack, hitting Love with a kick to the stomach before dropping him with a DDT. Barrett then looks to take control, as he pulls up Love once more and nails him again with a series of stiff right hands to the midsection He then calls for Wasteland, and loads Love up on his shoulders, before slamming him down to the mat! One... Two... Three!
Booker T: Aww Wade Barrett with a big win over a veteran!
Taz: Yeah, Book you got that right, that's a big big win!
Cole: He'll be hoping this leads him to bigger and better things!
Taz: Next up we got a huge Fatal Fourway in the Series!
Ryback vs. Nathan Jones vs. John Cena vs. Mark Henry
Fatal Four Way
Nathan Jones and Ryback stare each other down as the bell sounds. Their past history seems to be the main focus of this match. Mark Henry and John Cena crash the party though and take a man each. Cena begins laying into Ryback, and Henry catches Jones from behind with a stiff shot to the back of the head. The fans groan as Jones falls to the mat hard clutching the back of his head. Cena hoists Ryback onto his shoulders. Seriously?! Attitude Adjustment! He covers, 1...2...No! Henry makes sure he keeps the match alive. Cena and Henry exchange punches but Jones breaks it up with a headbutt to the chest of Cena. Henry throws a wild right hand at Jones but its ducked and Jones levels Henry with a huge kick to the side of the head. He groggily stumbles back and Jones finally puts him on the mat with a clothesline. He roars and raises his arms in the air but as he turns around John Cena is their to give him a kick to the gut, then a DDT. Cena smirks and runs the ropes... Five Knuckle Shuffle! Oh! Huge lariat from Ryback! He covers Cena, 1...2...No! Henry is their again to break the pinfall. Jones is back to his feet and Henry means business. He charges at Ryback and knocks him to the mat with a headbutt! Henry showcases his superior strength as he lifts Ryback up into the World's Strongest Slam! Before he can cover Nathan Jones runs towards him. No! Henry evades Jones and launches him over the top rope. John Cena turns Henry around though and kicks him in the gut. He waves his hand in front of his face as the fans chant "You Can't See Me" and hoists Henry up onto his shoulders. Another AA?! He drops Henry onto the chest of Ryback! He covers Ryback, 1...2...3! Cena picks up the win and the points!
Taz: John Cena picks up the win over Ryback!
Cole: Don't forget Jones, and Mark Henry too!
Booker T: Awww John Cena is unstoppable!
Cole: You got that right, but Ryback doesn't look happy!
Ryback slowly gets up to his feet after yet another defeat, scowling in anger and his lips protrude with every deep breath he takes. He looks at his fellow losers as they slide out of the ring, dejected, before looking at the winner celebrating for the fans in attendance. He lunges towards Cena, but is simply too slow to catch him as the victorious Bostonian slides out of the ring and throws one of his wristbands into the crowd. Ryback seeths for a few moments, before grabbing the microphone from the ring announcer who is halfway through announcing the winner of the match, and pushes her away from him.
Ryback is interrupted mid sentence by a music not yet heard in TCW, Sing by My Chemical Romance. The audience look around in confusion, and Ryback glares towards the stage in bemusement as the slow beat and vocals kick in. After a few moments, smoke fills the entranceway and a figure appears from within it. As the smoke clears, the figure becomes even more clear, and it is clad in a long white trench-coat with silver lettering and design, left open bar a small material belt hanging loosely and holding the coat together flimsily. The figure shakes his head from side to side and his shoulder length blonde hair flicks from side to side. The lighting becomes clearer, and the audience pop loudly when they see the face of someone they’re all very familiar with from previous endeavors... Brian Kendrick. He smirks as he looks out towards the audience, before stepping forwards and ripping off the belt, causing his coat to fling open and reveal he is ready to compete in his white and silver trunks. He slowly walks down to the ring, looking from side to side at the audience chanting his name as he does, before sliding into the bottom rope, and grabbing a microphone. Ryback glares at Kendrick, who glares right back at him with a cocky smirk, before the monstrous man raises the microphone up to his mouth slowly.
Kendrick shows a brilliant amount of bravery by quickly lifting his finger up into the face of Ryback, clearly telling him he needs to stop talking. He smirks, before stroking his chin and raising his own microphone.
With that, Kendrick hits Ryback in the head with his microphone which causes the behemoth to stumble backwards, before dropping his microphone on the ground and lunging at him, but Kendrick ducks the attempted clothesline and dropkicks Ryback hard, which sends him stumbling backwards and through the middle rope to the outside of the ring! Members of staff charge out from the back area to stop Ryback from getting back into the ring, and Eve’s face appears on the big screen.
The crowd cheer, this time in support of Ryback, as Kendrick smirks in the general direction of Ryback and raises one arm into the air with a chuckle.
Cole: Did you hear that? Brian Kendrick will make his in ring debut on Sunday! And he might get right into the Series!
Booker T: Yo... THE Brian Kendrick.
Taz: Yeah, THE Brian Kendrick, milkdrop.
Booker T: Awww The Ryback isn't happy!
Antonio Cesaro vs. Derrick Bateman
Cesaro and Bateman trade blows in the middle of the ring, with Cesaro getting the better of the exchange and forcing Bateman against the ropes. He Irish whips Bateman across the ring and looks for the back body drop, but Bateman sees it coming and counters by kicking Cesaro in the chest, and then taking him down with a clothesline. Bateman pulls Cesaro up to his feet, and looks for a brain buster, but Cesaro manages to drop behind Bateman and takes him down with a backdrop, he makes a quick cover but only gets a two count. Cesaro doesn’t miss a beat though as he continues the attack, nailing Bateman with a series of stiff shots. He then lifts Derrick to his feet, and hits him with a massive European uppercut, he then attempts a power bomb but Bateman manages to counter with a hurricarrana which leaves both men down in the middle of the ring. They slowly make their way back to their feet, and begin to trade blows, with no man seeming to get the better of the other, when out of the blue Bateman manages to get into a good position and hit Cesaro with the DBD! He drops onto his knees and covers... one, two... Three! He wins and takes the points!
Cole: A big win for Bateman there in tonights main event!
Booker T: Headin' into the PPV on Sunday in good form is that man Bateman!
Taz: You know that, Booker. Thanks to everybody for tuning in tonight!
Booker T: And we'll see you on Sunday night for Path to Destiny!
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Sep 25, 12 at 6:22pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
"The Most Dangerous Man in TCW" Dean Ambrose
The final WarZone before TCW's first pay per view, Path of Destiny had passed and what a way to hype up the event! Knoxville was on fire here tonight, excited for the pay per view. Their voices roaring throughout the arena and nearly making Cole, Booker, and Tazz inaudible. The ring had two chairs set up in it, which made the commentators curious to say the least. Before much can be said, a generic guitar riff hits the PA system and coming from the entrance way was Dr. Layfield, Dean Ambrose's personal therapist. He slowly walked down the ramp, holding onto his notepad and entering the ring to a very mild reaction from the crowd. The therapist steps through the ropes and marches straight over to the timekeeper, asking for a microphone. As it's handed to him, the guitar riff fades and Dr. Layfield sits down in one of the chairs, not even acknowledging the fact he's in front of twenty thousand plus people. The therapist holds the microphone to his mouth and begins to speak.
The rowdy fans don't take kindly to this and they respond with enormous amounts of boo's. Dr. Layfield just shakes his head and pulls the microphone back to his mouth. Before he can get a word out, an familiar tune rings through the PA system and out comes "The Most Dangerous Man in TCW", Dean Ambrose, but he is alone. The crowd again lets off major heat for this man, however Dean doesn't show any acknowledgement to these people, he looks determined here tonight. Ambrose quickly climbs the steel steps and enters the ring, pacing around Dr. Layfield, staring him down. The therapist follows Dean with his eyes wherever he goes before finally, Ambrose takes a seat and stares deeply at the therapist. Dr. Layfield holds out an extra microphone and flinches when Ambrose snatches it away. The therapist gets ready to speak, but is shut off by Dean in an instant!
And with that being said, Ambrose stands up and boots Dr. Layfield straight to the head! The therapist goes tumbling over his chair and to the arena floor, seemingly knocked unconscious. Dean holds onto the top ropes and stares down at his fallen therapist as the crowd boo's in a majority like fashion. Ambrose lets out a slight sadistic grin before turning back towards the camera and holds the microphone to his mouth, speaking once more.
Dean brushes his hand through his hair before looking back at the crowd who clearly don't approve of Ambrose simply stating RIley isn't worth his time. They all want to see Riley get his hands on Ambrose and would pay extra to see it happen tonight. Ambrose had other plans and after looking back into the camera with his seemingly pitch black eyes whilst leaning on the top rope, begins to speak once more.
Dean drops the microphone to the mat and points to the ceiling, shouting "Long live the Revolution" over and over, much to the disapproval of the crowd and commentators. The theme music plays once again as Ambrose exits the ring, still shouting before finally stopping mid-entrance and stopping in his tracks as well. He looks throughout the arena and lets out one more sadistic grin, knowing something these TCW fans don't before turning back to the entrance way and walking. Dean disappears behind the curtains and the commentators begin to speak on what was just said before the camera's pan to ...
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Sep 25, 12 at 6:53pm ^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 cameras begin rolling after the show has gone off the air as we see Eve walking through the back of the Quicken Loans Arena. A quick pace in her step, despite her heels, she makes her way down the hallway before catching site of her goal. She hurries forward, as the camera turns to see her rushing at Wade Barrett, dressed back in his pair of blue jeans and black T-Shirt with Barrett Barrage printed in bold white letters across the front.
"Wade! Wade, stop!"
Wade halts to a stop and cracks his knuckles before turning around. He shrugs his shoulders and sighs and takes a few steps forward, meeting Eve as she slows down, trying her best to avoid losing her balance in her heels.
"Wade, now I know you're already booked for Road to Destiny this Sunday, and I don't want to keep you, but what the hell was that earlier tonight? I decided to ignore a few weeks ago when you attacked Josh Matthews as well as injured one cameraman, but tonight? You just knocked out another cameraman, for no reason!"
"Ah, but you see Eve, that is where you are wrong. You don't see it because you don't want to see it, but there is a method to my madness. And whether you like it or not, that method will continue, because the ultimate goal is worth the consequences. Eve, throughout life, people get hurt. We ignore it. The saying goes "out of sight, out of mind", correct? Well put it back in your mind. People get hurt, regardless of whether you pay attention or not, regardless of how many walls you put up to ignore it. Everyday, people are injured, people are crippled, people die. Whether it be in some far off country where war is being waged or at home on your own soil, people are hurt."
"And what does that have to do with you blatantly assaulting a member of the TCW crew? Just because you have some twisted outlook on life doesn't mean you have the right to --"
"Ah, but Eve, that is where you are wrong. And though I did not desire to interrupt you, it would have been kind of you to not interrupt me. Now back to my point Eve, people are hurt everyday. And when someone puts their mind to and steps into a sport of any kind, whether it be the foolish thing you American's call football, hockey, or even here in the wrestling industry, you have to expect injury. Especially when it comes to our industry, as it applies to everyone involved. Whether it be a superstar, a commentator, an announcer, an interviewer, or a cameraman, even all the way up to an authority figure such as yourself...."
Eve tenses up and begins to walk backward as Wade glares at her. Barrett cracks his knuckles once again and then relaxes his arms, showing no intent of immediate harm. Not accepting Wade's more than likely false security net, Eve maintains a safe distance away, just outside Barrett's immediate reach.
"Oh come on now, I'm not insane like Dean Ambrose is. Regardless of how "twisted" my views are, I wouldn't willingly traumatize a woman. Then again, I haven't given you much reason to trust me because of my past actions have I? However, that does not change my point Eve. People get hurt. If you think you can get through life without feeling pain, you are delusional. And that is a lesson I will go through many lengths to begin teaching people. I will make sure people realize it. There are two things you can do. You can either accept the change and allow me to shred the curtains away from your eyes or you can refuse and you'll be in my way. And if you're in my way, just like I told Mick earlier....I will hurt you. Now then, have a good night Eve, I shall see you in Knoxville."
Eve is still tense as Wade smirks and stares into her face. She just shakes her head and begins to walk away, unsure of how to continue on with telling off Wade. Barrett just laughs as she walks off camera before turning back on his path to the exit of the arena as the video comes to a close.
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Sep 25, 12 at 9:40pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
Finisher - Ry-Plex - Snap Fisherman Suplex
Alex Riley held the match card in his hand.
TLC Triple Threat
Edge vs. Dolph Ziggler vs. Alex Riley
Which was followed swiftly by...
TCW Television Championship Match
Dean Ambrose vs. Wade Barrett
Alex Riley crumpled the match card into his hands. He knew he'd failed. He'd lost his opportunity to get Layla back. It had been a long flight, and A-Ry had stared at the match card and reveled in anger for every second of it. Dean Ambrose? A title match? This was an outrage. A-Ry scribbled into his notebook, which was a tattered mess of a thing that he had begun to use to plan and translate his promos in Japan. Now, he brought it with him, utilized it, lived by it. He knew that his physical ability wasn't enough to make it in this business, oh no. He'd need to be able to talk the talk as well, something he felt he'd failed at. If only he still had Layla. Much of the time, she brought up either points or counter-points for him to build off of. He missed her more than he could explain... Fully regretted that one of the last times he saw her consisted of bickering at a Denny's.
A-Ry exited the Knoxville International Airport. Time to hail a cab, which served nearly futile at so late at night. Not to mention, no one recognized Alex Riley. He was no Randy Orton, no John Cena, no CM Punk. He was just that kid that lost every match, besides the one where he teamed with a clown (No, not Jeff Hardy.) And What did he have to say for himself? That no one cared about who Alex Riley was, unless they were thriving off his cheap pops? Alex Riley sat down on a curb, frustrated. A few passersby dropped coins to him, mistaking him for a well-dressed homeless man. Perhaps that was all he was? A man, doing nothing but travelling. No concrete place to call a home? Thriving off nothing besides his own thrill of competition, and a fair competition at that? Perhaps, Riley thought to himself, I truly am nothing. Maybe Dean Ambrose is right... Maybe all I am is a scar on the face of the sport?
His every thought was interrupted when a limousine pulled up directly in front of him, nearly running over his legs that were protruding from the curb. He thought of telling off the limo driver, or its occupant, but decided against it. He was sitting in a bad spot regardless. The limousine door opened, and the stench of Cuban cigars rolled out. Out stepped a tall, blonde beauty in the shortest skirt A-Ry had ever seen, with dark pantyhose cascading down her long legs to her high heels. A hand from the back seat reached out and the female who'd stepped out of the limo snatched at it, pulling back a big wad of money. Riley stifled a laugh. Really? Can these Tennessee husbands really not be happy with just their wives? Riley got back to his feet as the "prostitute" walked away. He avoided looking at the limo, or the girl. But a voice called back from the back seat.
"Woah, you're Alex Riley! A - Ry! The Big Shot! The Show! Woo! I gotta love it! I gotta love the motto! I gotta love the heart!"
Riley pivoted around and walked to the open door of the limousine. He knew the voice, and knew it well. It was someone he knew from a young age, watching wrestling as it was sculpted! And the man sitting before him had sculpted it!
"Get in, kid!"
Alex Riley listened.
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Sep 26, 12 at 4:46am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
Main Event - TCW Championship Series Match
CM Punk Vs. John Cena Vs. Derrick Bateman Vs. Antonio Cesaro
The TCW cameras head backstage down the corridors of the arena, so many wrestlers are getting ready backstage, and the hustle and bustle does not seem to bother them as backstage workers attend to their numerous tasks. It was the biggest show in this young company’s history, everyone was one edge and they had every single reason to be, this was the big one, the big show. Not many young companies make it to their first big show, but TCW has and all the wrestlers here were excited to perform. This was the moment, the moment that would last a life time to not just the winners, but also the losers as well. Champions will be crowned and legends shall be created this is what everyone has been waiting for. Antonio Cesaro was one of these people who wanted to become a legend, he was main eventing the show in the biggest match of his career and he knew that he could not fail, not when he was so close to becoming the main attraction of TCW. The cameras manage to catch up to Antonio Cesaro as he stands with his back to the camera, his hands behind him, his head hanging lightly down as he watches the soft hands of Aksana pour him a nice cold glass of water. It would appear that Antonio Cesaro and Aksana where both back on good terms as Antonio Cesaro merely watches her as she turns to him and extends her hand outwards handing him the cold refreshing water.
“Last week, it was tough on me I will admit it, I needed you…and I will not make the same mistake again. Derrick Bateman got lucky again and I know that if I brought you out with me, if I had you in my corner then the result would have been very different…I would have won. That’s why I am going to have you with me this time, that’s why you are coming out with me this week, the biggest match of my career and I want you at my ide to ensure everything goes my way. Derrick Bateman has got lucky against me two times now, but that… Miststück…will soon learn that his luck will run out, third time round things will be very different.”
“Aksana, I know this, you don’t have to continue to repeat this to me, I know what I am going. I have already faced all of these men, I have already defeat John Cena, I know what is needed from me if I want to walk out with the victory. You don’t have to hover around me and continue to tell me things that I already know. May I remind you Aksana that you are only here because I require your skills and assistance in my matches, that’s it. I don’t need you to tell me about my opponents, I am the one that gets into the ring with them; I know them better than you ever can.”
“This is going to be a really interesting match, make no mistake about it this is going to be the match of the year. I have faced these men before, I know how skilful they are, I know how far they can go and none of them can go the distance. Last time around nothing was on the line when I faced them, but this time there is just far too much to lose. I will make short work of not just one of them, but all of them. They will give me a light challenge, but the ending will remain the same, I will be the one that gains the pin, I will be the one that wins, I will be the one standing last with my hand raised in the air, Antonio Cesaro will be the victor no matter what.”
“Antonio please just be careful. John Cena, CM Punk and Derrick Bateman they have all fought just as hard as you to get to this main event. They have all won big matches just like you and if you are not carful you could be defeated and I know you don’t want that at all Antonio. I mean Derrick Bateman has already beaten you twice, he could very well do it a third time.”
“Aksana are you deaf, I told you not to speak about my opponents or the match. You have to understand that I will not underestimate any of these men and my guard will not be let down even for a second. You forgot I am a veteran of this business, I know I a few things about these men, I know they want this, but they don’t want it as badly as I do and that will be why they will fail. I will win this match not for you and not for the fans but for myself, but please don’t you worry your pretty little head about it, you will escort me to the ring and have a front row seat to the main event and I will show you what I am talking about…I will show you why I am the present and future of TCW.”
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Sep 26, 12 at 1:47pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
The camera's cut to a flashing image which reads "This is a message paid by CM Punk!", the lettering is stuttering around the screen for a few seconds and just then CM Punks logo appears on the screen. A hand holding a lightening bolt in the colour of yellow, the message is also in the colour of yellow, suddenly the stuttering begins to slow and the font colour, along with the logo turns a grey colour, shortly after the screen fades to black and some music begins to play. The music starts off orchestral and sounds like the music at the beginning of a Metallica concert, this music piece is known by the name of 'The Ecstasy of Gold'. A video package begins to play at the same time with CM Punk talking over the top of it, the video shows various shots of Punk sitting in the middle of a ring wearing a hooded top and highlights from his matches over the past 5 shows here in TCW, the video package is in the similar style to his entrance video, there's a lot of red, grey and more noticeable black and white colouring within it.
"This Sunday... This one night where I, CM Punk will have my very first pay per view match here within the TCW, I take on four men who want to rise to the top of the ladder, want to show that they're the best which we know is not the case. Antonio Cesaro, Derrick Bateman and John Cena will be in the ring with thee best in the world and that is me, CM Punk! Path to Destiny is kind of an ironic name considering there will only be a few men who will conclude their path to the top of the TCW and claim the championship belt which is rightfully mine. Not only is the pay per view name the path to the championship, but it's also the path to cementing my legacy, cementing a new order within this company and that will indeed rip it apart from it's foundations, this is just the start of my journey and along with the Punk Era will bring a dawn, a revival and yet some may say a reincarnation to the wrestling world."
As CM Punk's video package finishes up, the camera's fade out to a live feed of Punk sitting in a dark room, Punk has a hooded black top on with the hood covering his head, the camera zooms in slowly as Punk raises his head up to speak to the world.
"The fact that I go in the ring again with Antonio Cesaro is some what shocking, but at the same time a treat, the last match I was in with him, he won and I wasn't pinned, so at this Sunday's pay per view I am going to have the absolute pleasure in beating you this time Cesaro, whether I pin you, or just kick your ass it doesn't matter to me. I also would like to take the opportunity once again to address the TCW management about putting up subtitles for Cesaro and his crack whore of a girlfriend or what ever she is, Aksana, I seriously can't understand a word the both of you are blabbering on about, but all joking aside, this Sunday means business and quite frankly Antonio, I'm not even sure if you are ready, because this time, I'm not going to take it easy on you."
CM Punk stands up and looking at the floor he walks around for a short time, he does a few stretches, before stroking his beard and sitting back down in the darkened room, he grabs a bottle of water and takes a swig from it and continues his promo.
"This Sunday, I will compete in a fatal four way against three very talented opponents, two of them I have already had dealings with here in the TCW a few weeks ago. So let me start with one Derrick Bateman, the fact you're even in the main event is a joke among itself, quite frankly you're not even in my league and I'm pretty sure I've told you this before, but you know as well as I do that I do not need to prove myself, I am without a doubt the best talker, the best mover, the best technician and the best damn wrestler in the world! It almost makes me gag that I have to put up with you in this match up. What makes me sick is you ponder to these fans with your pathetic patriotic act to gain a cheap pop from these marks that constantly attend these wrestling shows."
As CM Punk takes a minute to catch his breath, he has a slight smirk on his face at the mention of his last sentence about pondering to the marks in attendance.
"Funnily enough, I mention about Bateman pondering to the marks... Ha! That brings me to my last opponent, someone who I have had many run ins with in the past, John Cena. Cena the fact we meet again is hilarious in itself and you are the one who ponders to these fans more than anyone else does and has ever done in the history of this business. I may do my backstage interviews, promos in the ring and talk a lot which to you and anyone else may seem like trash, but you can bet your ass I back it up and that's why I say and will always say that I am the best wrestler in the world today, not a superstar, not a sports entertainer but a wrestler! John Cena, just like you, Derrick Bateman and Antonio Cesaro, you had better be ready, you are all going to lose and fall to CM Punk era. There is just no way I can lose this match despite being a one in four chance of winning it's going to take the smartest to pick up the victory and looking at the three of you in this match, it's almost too easy, Cena I'm sure you've heard the saying "All muscle and no brains"? That pretty much sums you up, you aren't being booked as 'SuperCena' here like you were in the WWE, this is the real wrestling world and I'll be damned if you even think you stand a chance against me! Bateman you keep pondering to these fans along with Cena, because doing so is not going to get you a victory in the squared circle. Cesaro, just learn how to speak some better English and ditch that useless woman you have, having a woman around you at ringside is a distraction. A distraction that I plan on taking great advantage of. At the end of the night, it's simple, my hand will be raised and the three of you won't know what hit you!"
As CM Punk finishes off his promo against his three opponents for this Sunday's 'Path to Destiny; The camera's zoom out slowly and begin to fade to black. A new message appears on the screen with again CM Punk's well recognized logo, this message reads "This was a message paid by CM Punk", again the writing and logo appears in yellow and slowly fades to grey before the camera fades out completely.
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Sep 26, 12 at 4:33pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
"The Most Dangerous Man in TCW" Dean Ambrose
THIS IS A TCWRESTLING.COM EXCLUSIVE!
Over the years, many superstars have come and gone. Very few actually leave an impact on this business as we know it. One of the biggest names in professional wrestling, Hulk Hogan made World Wrestling Federation a household name. After a dispute with owner, Vincent K. McMahon, Hogan ended up leaving to then-rival, World Championship Wrestling. There, he changed professional wrestling once more ... by starting a faction that took over World Championship Wrestling by any means necessary, the nWo. They did what they wanted when they wanted and no one could stop them. WCW ended up failing because of this and lost the Monday Night Wars to WWF and Vince McMahon in a big way.
Another man who took a risk to change pro wrestling was Shawn Michaels. He was teaming with Marty Jannetty as "The Rockers". Both men defied tag team wrestling and took it to a whole new level with high risk maneuvers, things that hadn't been seen in professional wrestling at that time. The Rockers led the way for other tag teams such as Edge & Christian, The Hardy Boyz, and The Dudleys to new heights unattainable without The Rockers influence. However, once Michaels realized he wouldn't get too far tag teaming with Jannetty, Michaels hit the infamous Sweet Chin Music on Jannetty and sent Marty flying through a glass window. "The Heartbreak Kid" was thus born and began a singles career that many believe to be the best career in professional wrestling of all time.
We come to a more modern setting with the self proclaimed, "Best in the World", CM Punk. Punk was an underdog when he entered World Wrestling Entertainment. Vince McMahon was always known as a man who liked a buff and bulk look to his top superstars. Punk was however, extremely talented beyond measure. His in-ring capabilities were only topped by one thing and that was his mic work. Punk can have the crowd eating out the palm of his hands just by his speeches and he proved that one fateful evening on Monday Night RAW. Punk sat on the entrance way and unloaded on the professional wrestling world. Calling out particular parts of the business that didn't sit well with him and basically pissed him off. Punk then went on to hold the WWE Championship on three separate occasions afterwards, cementing his legacy beyond anyone's wildest dreams.
You may be asking yourself where I am going with this and it's fairly simple ladies and gentlemen, revolutions are throughout this business. They happen and they happen at any point. Now, I may not particularly like the men I've listed as I consider one of them to be a has-been, the other overrated, and finally the last to be full of himself by proclaiming he is "THE BEST IN THE WORLD." Nonetheless, they made a mark in this industry that will never be forgotten and that's exactly my point. People try to deny my destiny and legacy by stating my "revolution" is nothing but talk. What they and everybody else fail to realize is it's already taking shape and there is absolutely no way to stop it. You fans cheer for the likes of John Cena, Edge, and Alex Riley, but when my revolution takes over, there will not be a John Cena, Edge, OR Alex Riley left to cheer for. They will be figures of the past and the future holds a whole new perspective of professional wrestling. We will tear it down by it's foundations and rebuild. Rebuild in the eyes of it's martyr. And it all begins this Sunday at Path of Destiny when I am crowned the TCW Television Champion.
May God have mercy upon my enemies ... Because I won't.
- Dean Ambrose
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Sep 27, 12 at 1:40am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling - Roleplay Thread I
The Camera zooms in on Lilian in the ring getting ready to announce someone or something
Lilian: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!! Please Welcome... THHEEE RATTTEEEEDDDD RRRR SUPPPEEERRRRSTARRRR......... EEEEDDDDGGGGEEEEE
The fans jump of their seat, filled with excitement and cheer so loud that even the commentators cant be heard, even with their mics
Metalingus by Alter Bridge plays... After a five second wait, Edge comes out onto the stage with a microphone in his right hand, wearing his T-Shirt. He runs to each end of the ramp before walking to the middle of the ramp, bends down then raises his hands (and puts his fingers into a punk-rock style) then his fireworks go off. he runs into the ring and the music stops as he gets ready to speak to the TCW Universe
Edge: Thank You... thank you for cheering me on in my first match here in TCW, against Brock Lesnar. [The fans chant 'We Want Edge, Lesnar Sucks" repeatedly] But thank you to the TCW board of Directors for letting me join TCW. But i wanted to thank the TCW Universe, if it werent for you, id still be retired.
The fans cheer for Edge, a little quieter than before, but still loud
Edge: Now then... onto my Match tonight. TLC... Dolph Ziggler. The show Off, verses Alex Riley, The Guy Who Gets People To Do His Dirty Work For Him, and finally... Me. The Ultimate Oppotunist, The Rated R Superstar... Edge. Dolph, i have beaten you more times than i can remember.. time after time you tried but failed. Alex, i havent fought you yet but i can see why. Two reasons. 1, because you can't wrestle. i have beaten Kane, John Cena, Triple H, Randy Orton, and The UNDERTAKER! 2. I don't hit girls...
The fans laugh at Alex Riley as Edge is in the ring chuckling. The fans start Chanting 'We want Tables! *clap clap clap* We want Ladders *clap clap clap* We Want Chairs *clap clap clap*' followed by 'We Want Edge, Riley Sucks. We want Edge, Ziggler Sucks'
Edge: The reason i am in this match is three reasons. 1. because i am tired of Zigglers attitude, just like the Whole Universe, 2. I am tired of Riley hiring people to try and take out his competitiors. and 3. Becuase i will avenge my friend. JEFF HARDY!
The fans roar in cheer and Chant "Hardy, Hardy, Hardy"
Edge: oh, and Tonight, we will have the returning episode of... The Cutting Edge, tonight! with a mystery guest... or two
The camera fades as Metalingus by Alter Bridge plays and Edge exits the ring and heads to the back
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