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Mar 19, 13 at 2:49pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
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Kurt Angle had lived his glory. He had won Olympic Gold. He had made his country proud, as he was born to do. After that, he went on to main event in WWF, then WWE, then finally TNA. And throughout these innumerous years in the sport of wrestling, the point had been brought up once again that he should hang up the boots. Should he, Kurt Angle, Olympic Gold Medal winner, retire?
That question was unfortunately being brought up right now, in front of hundreds of reporters at the Total Championship Wrestling Press Conference, held just hours before the show. Kurt had been signing autographs, flashing smiles, and… now? When Kurt Angle heard that question, he’d frozen, creating a similar response among the throng of reporters gathered in front of him. Angle stared down at himself. Here, in front of these people, he paid very close attention to what he was wearing: A white cotton, button-down shirt, buttoned to the top button, nearly cutting off all major bloodflow; Long black pants made of silk that rubbed against his legs in a way he didn’t find pleasant; A heavy, greyish blazer that gave him the impression that he was feverish; Two hard leather shoes that hadn’t quite been worn in. He felt uncomfortable in these clothes, more than anything. And if he retired, that’s what he’d wear every day. The same, uncomfortable garb. He’d be Kurt, the ex-wrestler. He would find some way to contribute to society, but even then, he’d still be the ex-wrestler. Could he cope with that?
On the other hand, there’d be a whole list of benefits. No more falling off of ladders. No more fighting with guys half his size. No more fighting to a point of such exhaustion, that he couldn’t even lift a shoulder. Life would certainly be different. A life free of pain? But Kurt knew, while he was lying in bed and free of pain, he knew he’d feel a hole in himself. The same hole he felt when he’d turned down WWF after winning the Olympic Gold. The same hole he felt when he was ousted from the WWE, and he decided he’d move on to TNA. Kurt Angle was a born competitor. He would wrestle until the day he died. And on that day, in front of those hundreds of reporters, all the microphones aimed at him, he said just that.
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Mar 19, 13 at 3:36pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
The One Man Band
Heath Slater is sitting on the ground in the corner of his locker room, his back against the dull, beige wall. Not long from now, the one man rock band will compete against Roman Reigns in a first round match of the King of the Ring tournament. The camera zooms in on the face of Slater, who is smiling madly.
The camera zooms out, showing a poster on the wall next to Slater. It is a poster of Elvis Presley, one of the most popular musicians of the twentieth century. Given that Slater considers himself to be a rock star on top of his regular occupation as a professional wrestler, it is not surprising that he has a poster of Elvis on his locker room wall. Slater turns his head to look at the poster. He reaches out with his arm and gently touches the poster with his fingertips. He continues speaking. If it weren't for the fact that there is a camera man in the room with him, one would have assumed that he was talking to himself. Slater has always appeared to be on the edge of his sanity, but this time he is not just a deluded man with the maturity of a young child. He is madly enthusiastic about events that are unfolding in TCW. Finding out that he will compete in the King of the Ring tournament must have revealed a side of Heath Slater that the fans of TCW had never seen before.
Slater groans as he climbs up to his feet. Having been sitting in the same position for a while now, this seems to be uncomfortable for him. He stretches his legs and then turns back to the camera. His face is so close to the camera that his heavy breathing is now audible.
He walks over to the door, firmly gripping the handle before speaking once again.
Slater pulls the door handle and leaves the locker room. The camera man rushes to follow him as he walks down a corridor. He walks past a nameless member of the TCW staff. He nods to the staff member in greeting. The staff member smiles at Slater and returns the greeting.
Heath Slater: That's 'your majesty' to you!
Slater walks away before the befuddled staff member has time to react. As it is time to progress to the next segment, the camera man chooses not to follow him, but to stay still as the one man band walks out of sight. Only time will tell if his dreams of grandeur will become reality.
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Mar 19, 13 at 3:37pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Winds of Change (Spinning Side Slam) l Wasteland (Forwards Fireman's Carry Slam) l Bullhammer (Arm wrench transitioned into a short-arm forearm smash)
The Arizona heat was making him sweat even with the air conditioning running in the back. As Wade wiped away the drips of sweat hanging from his brow, he thought of the night ahead. The first of many blows into breaking down that mountain. The idea of it brought a smile to his face. Though that smile, full of malice, was not long lasting. Not when the words of others echoed so clearly in his mind. And each one of those words made his stomach turn. Then it was his cue...
I am a lion and I want to be free. Do you see a lion when you look inside of me? Outside the window just to watch you as you sleep. 'Cause I am a lion born from things you cannot be. How can I sleep at night, there's a roar inside of my head. I found a lion hidden right beneath my bed. I will not hide myself from the tears that you have shed. 'Cause I am a lion and you are dead.
Hollywood Undead's Lion started its course as Wade threw aside the curtain. The heat was amplified now that he was under the flashing lights, but he didn't mind it anymore. However hot he was on the outside, his blood was boiling on the inside. And each minute that passed would lead to him letting that crimson liquid vent out. Of course, it didn't have to be his.
"So here we are tonight, one step deeper into crowning a King of the Ring. Who deserves it more? Who wants it more? I personally don't care. Whether you think you deserve it more, or you think you have what it takes, I don't give a damn. Because when you come out here and waste your breath preaching about how great you are, you are doing nothing other than feeding your own ego. When you do nothing, nothing at all, other than act like the only thing that matters is your reflection in the mirror, you prove to me that you don't deserve anything."
Though the fans do agree to an extent, the echo of their disapproval still resonates around the arena. Who was Barrett to say what someone else deserved when they all thought he wasn't even deserving of his spot on the show? That didn't matter to Barrett. Hatred was something Wade embraced.
"Though what I say may sound like it's directed to Cody Rhodes, they aren't. They're to each and every person in the back who thinks that they should fill the time slot by acting like a teenage girl who thinks the world revolves around them. Because it doesn't. It doesn't revolve around me, it doesn't revolve around Rhodes, it doesn't revolve around the King of the Ring, it doesn't revolve around the World Championship. Truth be told....this world revolves around survival. From one jungle to another, whether it be concrete or natural, survival is all that matters. And now Cody, now is when I will address you."
Wade allows the crowd to get out their opinions before casting his arm to the titantron. There, it shows a replay of Rhodes from earlier tonight, speaking of the King of the Ring tournament and Wade Barrett. Throughout each word, Wade shows no emotion. But his fury is still there. You can't see it, but those in the front row can feel it. The aura of malice flowing off of him. And soon, the footage ends and the cameras cut back to Barrett.
"I look at you Cody, and I see inside you something inside me. You care about what others do and so do I. I cared, and honestly still do, about what others say, about the lies and masks they hide behind. That's a part of me, no matter how much I try to change it. But you Cody....you care about appearances. Not just physical, no, but the appearance that each one of us shows to the public eye. And you hate it when people are ugly by your standards. Just as the rage flows inside me, it flows inside you Cody. But you care too much. You stare into your reflection in the mirror and take that reflection inside your mind and convince yourself to be a god among men, like a male Aphrodite. You view yourself as perfect, above others, on a level beyond that of every man that has ever existed, and Cody, that....is a lie."
Wade reaches into his pocket and slowly pulls out a lighter. The letter W engraved onto the silver metal, Wade lets the camera get a clear view as he raises the microphone back to his lips. He speaks once more, this time in an almost emotionless voice, as he flicks the hinge open and shut.
"Cody, you and I are not gods above others. We are not perfect. We are men. And when the world turns to ashes, that's all we'll ever have truly been. Men fighting for their survival. So continue to pride yourself on what you look like and what you think you are. If you win tonight, congratulations, you are one step closer to solidifying that thought in your mind and I will take a step back into the abyss, and let its flames melt my bones and break down my blood into something stronger and try again. But if I win tonight Cody, know this. The mountain, the throne, the stairway to Olympus that you desire to climb....I'll light it on fire and let it start to burn. A New Age.....the Barrett Barrage....which one is stronger? Frankly, I don't give a damn. I just want to see the world bleed and burn."
The chilling final sentence echoes as Wade lets a spark ignite the lighter and the flame burn as he drops the microphone. He stares into the flame and smirks before shutting the cap and extinguishing the small fire. His music begins playing once more, but Wade pays it no mind. All he's focused on is an image in his mind and the sounds he places with it. The burning of the world around him and the screams of agony that echo.....that malicious smile actually stays on Barrett's face.
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Mar 19, 13 at 3:55pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Mr. Kennedy and The Break-Up
The current Television Champion paces back and forth backstage, sweat dripping from his brow. He was on a downturn, and he knew it. He lost to Roman Reigns, then the next week he only beat The Rock through outside means. Last week he lost again, and now he had to defend his title against three other individuals. Maria comes in on the left to comfort him.
"Hey, baby. You look worried."
Kennedy snaps at her.
"Really? I look worried? I'm fine. I'm better than fine. Yeah, I may have lost a few matches, but I can't let that worry me. I've got to defend my title tonight. I haven't seen Slater anywhere, so this is a real test for me. No help. But I'm the TV Champ. Miiisteeer Keenedy and all that. Why should I be worried when I'm the best man out in that ring, huh? Answer me."
Taken aback by her boyfriend's hysteria, Maria cuffs her hands together and looks around for possible help.
"It's...just the way you're acting that's..."
"What about the way I'm acting? I've got a title match tonight. I'm just preparing myself for the fight. Thinking it over in my mind. Thinking over everything that could happen and I DON'T NEED OTHERS telling me I'M WORRIED or that I could LOSE TONIGHT!"
Again Maria tries to find the words while the TCW TV Champion glares at her.
"Ken...I...I don't know what's going on with you right now, but this isn't the Ken Kennedy I've gotten to know over the last few months. Once he comes back, I'll come back to him, but right now I can't stand the person you are now. Consider yourself alone tonight in your match."
Tearing up, Maria runs out of shot. Kennedy looks like he's about to go after her, but his expression quickly changes, as if it is saying, 'I don't need her. I don't need anyone but myself.' He goes back to pacing back and forth in the moments before his match. Back and forth...
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Mar 19, 13 at 4:03pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Finisher: Apocalypse Rising (Double Arm Underhook DDT)
Cold. Dark. Alone. Sitting in the rain outside the McKale Centre the cameraman spots Drew McIntyre. Surely THIS was not how he prepares for the biggest match of his career? He sat on the a brick wall, the colour of which was badly faded through years of rain and snow. Head in his hands McIntyre can be heard talking to himself in a low muffled deep voice. We are unsure if he's even noticed the camera.
Drew McIntyre: This is it. My time. Time be be noticed. Time to be taken seriously. To show i am a force in this company! Time for greatness!
Leaning backwards and looking up towards the sky McIntyre felt the cold drips of rain against his skin. Each drop rolling slowly from his forehead down his nose and chin before falling to the street below.
Drew McIntyre: The darkness will guide me. It empowers me and assures me that I will leave tonight the TCW Television Champion. It has never been wrong before. It does not lie to me. The darkness is my shepherd.
Rising to his feet slowly McIntyre moves the hair that was covering his face over to the left. He stared far away as if looking deep into the night for someone. Thinking to himself how he would approach the match tonight. He thought of CM Punk. He could attack him before the match. Injure him. Take him out of contention for the night. El Generico, he thought about his tactics for the high flyer. He could take his legs out with a bat. Smash them up real good and take away his arial offence. Then the champion Mr Kennedy came to mind. As soon as the bell goes McIntyre thought of diving straight for him. Punk and El Generico would be fighting each other. He could pummel Kennedy relentlessly. Hit his finisher 'Apocalypse Rising' and get the three count before anyone noticed. To pin 'The Champ'. Solidify himself as The Undisputed Television Champion. He liked this idea best.
Drew McIntyre: We are what we are. Nothing more, nothing less. There is evil among every kind of people. It's the evil among us who will rule tonight. Tonight I will rise up. I will not be ignored any longer. Iv waited to DAMN long for this opportunity to piss it away! Tonight I become a Champion
Clenching his fists. The scars on his hand show from an orange street light above. Scars from punching peoples teeth out. Scars from battle, from war. The rain was easing up and falling more gently. It was soothing listening to the sound of it hitting the road. McIntyre turns and walks towards the side door to the arena. No turning back now. His time had come.
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Mar 19, 13 at 4:09pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Finisher: Depths of Despair (Face First Reverse Powerbomb)
TCW Warzone returns from the break to find The Boogeyman standing in the middle of the ring. There is no music, just the unmistakable dark presence of the man they call the Soul Destroyer, standing idle with a mic in his hand which is hanging to his side. His disciples stand and swarm around the foot of the ring, staring out into the crowd, with their usual black hooded cloak attire, all each armed with a bucket, the contents not visible from the camera angle, ready at a moments notice to step in and take action if required. The arena is plunged into near darkness apart from a solitary spotlight shining in the centre of the ring where The Boogeyman stands, he positions his hand in front of his face, trying to shield himself from the light, his eyes straining in agony, almost as if they haven't seen a resemblance of light in days.
The Boogeyman has not been seen or heard from since last weeks episode of Warzone went off the air. He was involved in a brutal encounter with Roman Reigns, with Reigns coming out on top and maintaining his incredible start here in TCW. How would The Boogeyman deal with his fist defeat? Would he be able to get his head in the game for his First Round King Of The Ring match against Ryback tonight?. Raising the mic to his mouth the anger is etched all across his face, but also a look of steely determination which is clearly visible.
"MEN: They who have the audacity to believe that every small act of good will benefit them when they slip into the afterlife to be judged, and that all small deeds of evil do no harm and have no bearing of the eventual outcome. Despite the constant denial his wickedness and evil becomes so great that it is beyond the point of repair for it cannot be concealed any longer, and this guilt so great that it cannot be pardoned when the evil saviour comes to collect for being so naive in thinking good always prevails over evil".
With the mic now lowered again, The Boogeyman looks around the arena. The crowd do not know what to make of what they have just heard, some boo, some remain silent, some look worried, but everyone hoping that the statement was not true.
"You see last week Reigns got lucky, he has been spared the ultimate wrath of evil this time, It was simply not his time and for that he should be thankful, but mark my words his time will come but he will be one of the last to fall ".
Despite what has just been said The Boogeyman looks angry with himself, was Reigns really spared? Or is that just a cover up story? Three bold smarks in the crowd decide to mock The Boogeyman, one running and launching himself into a spear, another falling to the floor to take the pin, the other to count 1.......2.......3. Boogeyman shakes his head in disbelief before directing his disciples over to the fans who at once grab the three culprits and pour blood over the horrified trio. They are then flung back into the crowd and sent crashing onto the cold hard concrete. Just like last week the front few rows of the crowd dash to safety. Either way The Boogeyman could not care less what the crowd thought of him, safe in the knowledge that if he really wanted to he could tear into the crowd and claim as many souls as he wanted, but he had more important things on his mind. Nodding his head in approval towards his disciples, The Boogeyman then turns his attentions back to last weeks encounter with Reigns.
"Reigns decided to mock my existence last week, he questioned the validity of the horrors i speak of and because of that you get some idiots here tonight joining in as well thinking that i am some kind of joke, i think most people know i am not to be messed with but if you feel like you want to step up and put me to the test i will show you how deadly i can be.".
A menacing yet assured Boogeyman has no doubt in his mind that most of the "sports entertainers" in the back would be brushed aside with ease. Infact he felt almost sorry for them, not enough to stop in his pursuit of ridding, who he deems, unworthy to have a soul but enough to know that one day not so long ago he was a man like the rest of us. He then switches his attention once more back to Reigns.
"Moving onto last weeks match when i was hit with that spear, i was expecting myself to kick out before the 3 count. However, that was no ordinary 3 count, everyone in this arena and everyone watching this at home knows that was a fast 3 count."
The crowd boo loudly and shout Daniel Bryan's trademark "NO! NO! NO! NO!" as they vent their disagreement with The Boogeyman's statement. As Boogeyman once again signals for his disciples to throw the buckets towards the crowd the chanting stops immediately.
"There is no doubt in my mind that last week i was robbed. The ref is the same as Reigns....... Two deplorable and weasly mortals. Stupidly the ref thought that by rushing the count and sending me crashing to my demise that i would crawl back into the lair i came from and give up on my pursuit....... HIS pursuit, but you couldn't be more wrong. It has re-invigorated me because this isn't going to be as easy as i envisaged it would be, these slimy humans are brainless if they think they can stop me in my pursuit, to stop what we have started is humanly IMPOSSIBLE!!!"
Falling to his knees at once the soul destroyer's head drops back, his mouth gaping wide open, and his eyes now a charcoal black colour. His body twists into a deformed position where he remains immobile, almost as if spellbound. Jumping back to his feet in an instance he tilts his head one side with a sadistic red glare in his eyes as he looks towards the top of the ramp.
"Now i don't know what the referees name was last week and quite frankly i do not care, but i demand he come into this ring at once and looks into my eyes and explain his actions last week".
Several moments pass before the ref appears on the stage in the eyeline of an agitated Boogeyman, looking worried he treads catiously down the ramp, looking all around him expecting someone to jump out from nowhere and grab him. The Boogeyman summons for his disciples to clear the way so the ref can make his way up the steps and into the ring. As he ducks his head under the middle rope and shuffles to the centre of the ring ready to explain himself, he is grabbed by the throat and launched into the corner of the ring, his head crashing off the turnbuckle before he slumps to the ground. He is picked back up and The Boogeyman delivers the depths of despair, launching his victim across his shoulders and over his head as his face crashes to the canvas after a vicious reverse powerbomb. He then mutters to himself...
"He is not worthy, don't waste anymore of your energy, let's just dispose of this abomination."
As the ref is left sprawled out in the ring The Boogeyman rolls out of the ring and looks underneath it. He grabs out a few large sized bin bags before rolling back into the ring and dragging the refs body into one of the bags. As the ref disappears into the darkness and the knot in the bag is tied he is kicked out of the ring before crashing to the outside. The disciples drag the bin bag up the steel ramp and up towards the stage before disappearing through the curtains. Now facing back out into the audience members The Boogeyman looks as if he means business tonight. His attention now fixed onto tonights match against Ryback.
"So tonight i have been drawn against Ryback in the King of the Ring tournament, unfortunately for him the first round is as far as he will get. He may be a beast of a man who throws his opponents about and beats them to a pulp, within a inch of their lives, but i am NO man, i feel NO pain and i will NOT be defeated tonight.!!!"
The belief The Boogeyman shows is unwilting and relentless, the confidence oozing out through his demeanor in the ring.
"Ryback likes to chant FEED ME MORE every single time he is in this ring, but i am more than he can handle, this time he has bitten off more than he can chew. If anyone will be eating tonight it will be me, for i will feast on Ryback's soul.".
With that said The Boogeyman sticks out his overly sized large tongue, much bigger than an average human and which appears to be dripping with blood. He then lets out a massive ear shattering scream which disturbs every member of the crowd, Booker T at ring side covers his ears as it becomes too much.
"As big and powerful as Ryback is he is only human and for that very reason i do not fear him one bit. He acts all deranged and destructive in the ring but it is all an act. When he leaves the arena each week he will go home to his family, his anger will leave him as he exits the arena and he will go back to his normal life. I have no home of my own to return to at the end of each day, no family to kiss and hug, therefore i have nothing to lose. Ryback, Skip Sheffield, Ryan Reeves, whatever your calling yourself these days, i may have nothing to lose but YOU do. I know where you stay, i know where your family go every day, i know where they will be every minute of every single day as HE sees everything, not only is your life at stake but if i wish to do so your families lives are also at risk. My advice to you tonight would be do NOT show up, just turn around and exit the arena, if you value your life as well as your loved ones you will choose wisely and heed this warning. If you do decide to meet me in the middle of that ring it will be Paul Heyman who is having to throw in a towel for your bruised and battered body as i will be the only one shouting FINISH IT.!!!"
The Boogeyman licks his lips in anticipation of the match ahead, the fans sit in silence digesting what they have just heard, some children cowering in fear behind their parents. They wonder if The Boogeyman knows all about them and their lives, the very thought sends a shudder down their spine and the hair on their arms stand up like the coat of a prickly hedgehog.
"As i keep saying this is bigger than anyone here in TCW, their is a bigger picture here. HE has been watching for years, following peoples lives and knowing their every move on a daily basis, HE knows everything about EVERYONE and with all that information all i have to do is come and collect. HE knows that Ryback was born and raised in Las Vegas, HE knows that as a teenager Ryback was nicknamed Silverback, HE knows that Ryback has a little sister who is called McKayla Reeves, and HE knows that tonight will spell the end of Ryback as you now know him, as i said HE knows EVERYTHING!!!
The mic drops to the floor, the sound ricochets all around the McKale Centre and the audiences eyes follow The Boogeyman carefully as he steps over the top rope and drops to the floor. Looking fearful they hope he walks straight up the ramp and through the curtains without anymore shenanigans. The Boogeyman's does exactly that as his eyes are fixed into a trance, he only has eyes for Ryback and for the time being the crowd return to their seats.
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Mar 19, 13 at 4:44pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
- Parental Discretion Is Advised -
TCW World Heavyweight Champion
Chapter 6 - The First Cut Is The Deepest
[THE FOLLOWING ROLEPLAY TAKES PLACE IMMEDITATELY AFTER LAST WEEK'S WARZONE WENT OFF AIR]
Something breaks. There is another smash. A woman makes a quick scurry away from the scene and the sound guy with his speaker takes a step back and leans against a wall to get out of his way with a look of worry. Infact, just about everybody in sight looks worried as Dean Ambrose storms through the backstage area in his dark green, Travis Bickle-esque jacket and the world title dangling from one hand, his free hand knocking over everything in sight.
Yelling at no one specifically, just the few remaining in the area, Ambrose continues on his warpath, Ambrose spins and pulls at his greasy hair and kicks a fire extinguisher off it's holder. He is far from happy. The show has just gone off the air for another week and the fans who had to watch Roman Reigns pick up another win and suffer what some call hell and some call a microphone in Batista's hand are now filtering out of the arena satisfied because of the conclusion of the show. Because The Brian Kendrick was seen for the first time in over a week and told everyone, including Ambrose, that in just a few weeks they're going to compete for the World Title that Ambrose won little over a week ago. Having his name engraved in the gold seems to be of little importance to Ambrose right now as he holds one strap in his hand, paying more attention to the bottles of water and magazines he has knocked onto the floor and the vending machine he near enough puts through with a kick of his boot.
It seems all Ambrose had to do is ask, because someone flies right the corner right on cue, but it is not quite the kind of person he had in mind. Hair spiked to perfection, suit hanging from his scrawny body and trusty microphone in hand ready for a red hot exclusive interview - Josh Matthews.
Ambrose looks like he’s half way through a panic attack when he turns around and sees Josh there, his breaths fast and heavy. He takes a step back and points Josh.
Ambrose turns his back paces away, but in typical fashion Josh ignores the fact that this loose cannon is ready to explode any second, or perhaps already has, and pursues him along the empty corridor. Ambrose reaches a lockeroom door and goes inside, slamming the door shut so hard that it pops back open, and the camera follows him in.
Ambrose turns his back on Josh and lifts a steel chair, folding it up and smashing it off the wall, but when does that ever stop Josh, who just about plucks up the courage to squeak out a reply.
Ambrose sharply turns on his heels and looks into Matthews eyes and slowly begins to approach him, causing the interview to drop off into silence. Despite his usual persistence in annoying everyone, he senses the mood – the TCW World Heavyweight Champion is very, very angry – and Josh stands in silence.
Ambrose’s words, while harsh, do not seem to offend Josh but rather confuse him. He doesn’t have time to think about it though as Ambrose grabs him and pulls him into centre shot and snatches the microphone from his hand. Josh looks lost without his trusty weapon in his hand and just stares both confused and panicked at the camera. Ambrose straightens Josh's tie, plays with his hair and adjusts his suit jacket, like a relative you haven’t seen in a long time fussing over your appearance and trying to fix you up. Seemingly satisfied with his amendments, Ambrose nods in approval, then turns to face the camera, microphone in hand.
Without even taking his eyes off of the camera, Ambrose extends his non-microphone hand, which is still holding his world title, and tries to grab Josh’s face but realises he has his championship in his hand. His eyes widen and he looks a little confused by the whole situation, and then throws the title onto Josh’s shoulder.
Ambrose straightens himself up so he is no longer hunched over, adjusts his dark green jacket and pushes his greasy hair from out of his face to the side, which apparently is supposed to make him look more professional and less psychotic but it really doesn't.
The velocity at which Ambrose explodes, going from seemingly having calmed down to blowing another gasket even shocks Josh who is startled and takes a step back, probably now wishing he had left this interview to Todd Grisham. Ambrose turns to Josh and gets right in his face, his shout sounding more like an animal's bark than any human noise.
Seemingly frightened for not just his safety but for his life, Josh half shrugs and half shakes his head, too fear stricken to open his mouth. Seeing him in this state seems to cheer Ambrose up a little and he bursts into a maniacal laugh and seems to have been rid of his anger. He tosses the microphone to Josh, who catches it, while still awkwardly trying to balance the World Heavyweight Title on his shoulder because he is too nervous to touch it. There are a few seconds of silence, Josh too scared to speak. Ambrose looks at him and gestures for him to do something.
Ambrose turns to the camera and takes some deep breaths, preparing himself for whatever Josh has to throw at him. Scarred by what just happened, Josh doesn't dare risk asking a question and Ambrose turns him to him, puzzled, as if he can't fathom why Josh might me feeling a little awkward.
Josh looks around and swallows hard whatever little saliva he has left in his mouth. His voice and body both shaking, words tremble from his mouth.
Ambrose slowly nods his head and rolls his tongue around his teeth, biting and tasting the thought of facing Marrella next week. He begins to nod his head again as it sinks in. Then he lets out a long sigh and then takes the microphone off of Josh again, not a snatch this time but a friendly pluck.
With that, Ambrose shoves the camera out of the way and waltzes out of the locker-room. Still frightened, but relieved he is alone, Josh relaxes a little but still makes sure not to do anything that could frustrate the loose cannon.
Dean Ambrose: Call me 'champ'.
Is the reply from Ambrose, who begins to whistle to himself casually as if nothing had just happened. Josh quickly scurries from the room as the camera fades to black.
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Mar 19, 13 at 4:54pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Rolling Black Out (Rolling DDT Guillotine) | Death by Judo (Tazplex)
The show comes back from commercial break to see Santino in his locker room, a small dark room with pads on the floor, a practice dummy propped up in the corner, and nothing else. Santino is wearing a plain grey hooded sweatshirt, with headphones in his ears bouncing around and throwing punches into thin air. Santino quickly falls to the mat and takes a bump and then flips himself backwards rolling to his feet promptly back in fighting stance. Looks like a small warm up for the big match that awaits him tonight against the current Champion. Tiny murmurs are heard, but can’t be made out. At first it seems as if Santino is singing to whatever music is in his ears, but as the camera man gets in closer Santino seems to be getting louder.
Santino: A left, then a right, and then I’ll break his neck.
Santino is bouncing around still throwing punches at nothing. He seems very focused and very strong willed for his match tonight. Santino throws himself forward tumbling over and quickly returning to his feet.
Santino: I know he will get involved, I’m not stupid. He’s going to try and deliver a message, but not tonight. I’ll be the one delivering the message. When he shows his weasel face then BAM!
Santino throws an elbow as he exclaims. He is feeling good and ready for the match tonight no matter what surprises might await him. He knows damn well that Kendrick is going to try and make an appearance in the match tonight, but he’s going to be ready for him. Santino picks up the practice dummy that was sitting in the corner and brings it to the center of his locker room in the middle of the mat.
Santino: They seem to have forgotten about me, but tonight I’ll make sure everyone remembers who I am and they will know my name. They will not forget about me anymore, they will not brush me aside like I’m not a threat. They will realize just how dangerous and how powerful I really am. Soon I shall be crowned King, but I don’t want the throne. As Champion I’ll reign over this pathetic wasteland as a God!
Santino does a Judo hip toss on the practice dummy and follows it up with several vicious elbows to the face. He has the left arm trapped between his legs and the right arm held down with his right hand and is raining down massive left elbows. He just keeps going again, and again, and again, so much so that the elbows have actually torn up the dummies face letting the ‘stuffing’ pour of it. Santino doesn’t stop there though and just keeps going. After about twenty more brutal elbows later Santino stops and just stares down at the heap of stuffing that was once a practice dummies face and just laughs.
Santino: Oh Dean Ambrose, you’ll put up a fight. A good fight, but it won’t be enough to stop me.
Santino stands to his feet and as he does blood spills out from his sleeve on his left arm. Santino doesn’t even seem to notice or if he does he doesn’t even care. He cracks his neck on both sides before turning and looking directly into the camera. His eyes are dark as death and his smile as evil a plague. Sweat flowing from his brow, but he does nothing about it much like the blood flowing from his elbow. He just stares into the camera, not flinching, not blinking, and not moving. Several moments go by before anything is done, but it happens so fast that it’s hard to tell if anything happened at all. A blur of motion heads towards the camera and then nothing, but darkness. There’s no sound, no static, just pure nothingness.
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Mar 19, 13 at 4:58pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
"The Ruler And The Killer"
5 Wins | 0 Losses | 0 Draws
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The camera's open up and the sound of wind is heard. They pan around but the darkness makes it nigh on possible to distinguish a location, the only thing visible is a mass of tree foilage. Central Park, perhaps? Unlikely, as the show tonight is nowhere near New York. The camera spins and spins until it is brought to a sudden halt, and a flashlight is shown into it. Originally blinding the audience, it's beam is lowered and taken out of the lens, and onto the face of Roman Reigns.
He uses the flashlight to reveal the location, well, partially. We cannot be sure where we are but it appears to be some sort of jungle.
"A fast three count, that's what he's rolling with. That is the deathly Boogeyman's excuse for failing to live up to the hype. For being destroyed by me. For being yet another victim to The Ruler And The Killer. Yet another excuse by yet another victim. "
The camera shines into the face of Reigns once more, and with flared nostrils, narrowed eyebrows and a deathly glare, he barks rather than speaks:
"I AM SICK OF IT."
Reigns takes a seat on some sort of log or fallen tree, toothpick in his mouth and black armoured vest and black trousers, as per usual. His long mane shines even more under the light of the torch.
"People keep talking me down. People keep saying they will beat me. They talk me down! They do not take me seriously. Five victories over ten men since I have gotten here, and yet people still talk me down!? 'I will be his real test', they say. 'He hasn't faced anyone like me', they proclaim. But what they all do is...they all fall at my feet."
Reigns discards the toothpick and replaces it with a cigarette, the smoke rising into the cold night air.
"Well let's play a game. Let's pretend, let's pretend everything I say is true. Let's say..."
Reigns stands up and drops the torch light and it is only the glowing moonlight that illuminates him. He extends his arm, as if challenging the jungle to take him on.
"Let's say I am every bit a monster as I say I am. Let's say I am the Ruler And The Killer. How do you stop me!? Who is going to stop me!? Who in this King of The Ring tournament is going to stop someone who can win wars without lifting a finger!? For generations now the animal kingdom has worshipped the beast at the top of the food chain. No animal in the safari dares mess with a lion. No sea creatures has it in them to take on a shark. And now that I am free, now that I have been released upon this world, no-one, NO THING in this company, this tournament, this world, should take on me."
Reigns drops down low, grabs the torchlight again and shines it upon his venomous eyes, as strong as a lions but as dangerous as a snakes.
"But if anyone thinks they can do it, if anyone out there thinks they can take me on, that they can defeat me, well you can come find me. I won't be hiding. Come to the throne and you will find me, the king of the ring. Follow the buzzards who fly along the path of destruction I walk upon, because I am The Ruler and The Killer. And soon I will prove it. Soon I will Rule you from the throne of King Of The Ring. Soon I will Kill you if you get in my way. Tonight marks the end of Heath Slater!"
The flashlight is turned off, and the camera returns to the darkness of this jungle. The eerie darkness and realisation sinks in that while we cannot see a thing, the man who is undefeated stands before us. Roman Reigns. And soon, Roman will Reign.
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Mar 19, 13 at 6:04pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
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Taz: Not only that, but the TCW Television Title is up for grabs in a Fatal 4-Way.
Booker T: And for tonight's main event, the World Heavyweight Champion Dean Ambrose will face Santino Marella, who is coming off a strong victory last week against Mr. Kennedy.
Cole: It would be an understatement to say this night won't be amazing.
Booker T: I'll agree to that. The first match of the night, Cody Rhodes against Wade Barrett, starts now.
First Round KOTR Match
Cody Rhodes vs. Wade Barrett
Cody Rhodes and Wade Barrett square off, for the first time ever, in a TCW ring. Barrett begins the violence with a sharp punch to the face of Rhodes, regardless of his “Dashing” persona. He follows up with his bare knuckles background, leveling Rhodes with intense lefts and rights, before lifting him horizontally facing him and dropping him hard onto his knee! Rhodes squirmed around on the ground, clutching at his ribs, as Barrett stood above him and laid all his weight onto Rhodes’ ribs with his boot! Rhodes yelled out in pain, and only got Barrett to stop by sending a hard punch up into his thigh, and then rolling out of the ring. Barrett went to follow, but Rhodes re-entered just as Barrett left, and as Barrett went to re-enter the ring, Rhodes leaped onto the perpendicular ropes, and hit him with a massive Beautiful Disaster Kick! Barrett falls back to the outside floor, and lies on the ground, staring into the rafters. The ref begins his count! As he approaches seven, Barrett still isn’t to his feet! Will this match end so soon?
The crowd erupts as Ric Flair’s music plays, and the legendary Interim General Manager appears at the top of the ramp.
Ric Flair: “Rhodes! You know, months ago, Alex Riley and I were on the high road! We were going to ride all the way to the top! WOOO! And then in you come! Cody Rhodes, the man with a purpose! And you take me out! And then you put A-Ry on the shelf! And, pal, that’s why I’m not going to let you win this match! You’re not going past the first round of this tournament! By the way, you might want to turn around, Cody!”
With that, Flair exits from the ramp, and Rhodes is left seething. When he does in fact turn around, Wade Barrett is waiting for him with a massive swing of the forearm! The Souvenir! Rhodes is down on his back, and Barrett makes the pin! One-Two-Three!
Booker T: Yeah dawg! That man was up to no good since he came to this business! I'm glad he's as far from headlining as possible!
Cole: Now that's just not fair! You guys are nothing but bullies! Rhodes deserves a shot as much as anyone else does!
Booker T: Well, I guess you are entitled to you opinion. Let's get ready for our next match.
First Round KOTR Match
Antonio Cesaro vs. Batista
The Swiss Sensation circles around the ring, wisely avoiding letting the behemoth Batista get to him first off in this contest. Cesaro makes intelligent jabs to Batista’s midsection, but slinks away after every shot, narrowly avoiding Batista’s grip. Batista, sick of the charades, goes in for a wild Clothesline – and misses! As he turns back around, Cesaro goes for a Big Boot! But Batista catches his foot, and stares hungrily into the eyes of Cesaro, whose own eyes are wide in fear, pleading to be let down! And Batista places his free hand onto the chest of Cesaro, and with both Cesaro’s leg captured and his big hand on Cesaro’s chest, he lifts Cesaro into the air, and spins him 180 degrees before dropping him hard to the mat! While he’s on the ground, Batista lays Cesaro on his side, grabbing his chin and thigh with each hand and pushing his knee into Cesaro’s spine! Cesaro is bending like a boomerang, before Batista begins repeatedly driving his knee hard into Cesaro’s back! When he finally lets go, Cesaro quickly rolls out of the ring to recuperate, and Batista stands up to gloat his overpowering of the Swiss Sensation. As Batista goes to follow him, Cesaro delivers a fierce punch to his face, before following up by pulling Batista out of the ring so he’s hanging on the second rope and rocking him with a hard European Uppercut! Batista drops to the apron, and Cesaro pushes his lifeless body back into the ring, standing over his body. He taunts, and lifts Batista into position for the Neutralizer! He lifts Batista up and he swings him down full force! Batista is down for the count, as Cesaro makes the cover! One-Two-Three! Cesaro wins and advances into the King of the Ring tournament!
Cole: True. I like that man's chances in the tournament.
Taz: Up next, Matt Hardy and Kurt Angle square off in an exhibition match.
Matt Hardy vs. Kurt Angle
The bell rings, and the two veterans of the ring lock up! Angle quickly transitions behind Hardy, and lifts him into the air with his hands locked around his abdomen, before spinning around to slam Hardy’s face into the mat! He goes to spin around to face Hardy in a mat-based maneuver, but Hardy is quick to his knees, and Angle is hit with a huge elbow to the jaw! Angle’s on his face now, and Hardy grabs his arm and yanks it hard towards Angle’s spine while holding the shoulder under his own arm! Angle swings his leg towards the rope quickly, showing off his ring presence as the referee calls for the rope break. Hardy is on his feet, and drops a few stomps to the shoulder of Angle, looking to weaken the arm that he uses primarily for the Angle Lock. Hardy grabs the wrist of Angle, and rolls him onto his back, pressing his feet into his ribs and face on either side of his shoulder, before dropping hard to his back! Angle pulls away, writhing in pain from the onslaught, and he rolls out of the ring, followed by Hardy. Hardy takes a few strides after Angle, and Angle tries catching him with a punch but Hardy ducks it. Behind Angle now, he pushes him quickly towards the steel turnbuckle pole and drives his shoulder into it! Angle drops to the floor, and tries crawling away, only getting to the stairs before Hardy catches him by the lapels of his singlet and goes to lift him up – But Angle grabs him immediately and puts him into position for an Angle Slam onto the stairs! Both guys are down, Angle still holding his shoulder, while Hardy is sprawled on the stairs! The referee is at a seven-count, when Angle slides into the ring, and at nine, Hardy rolls into the ring as well! Both are still sprawled out onto the mat, looking as if they may not be able to continue, but soon they’re both trading fists in the center of the ring. After a few back and forth swings, Angle ducks under Hardy’s punch, and hits a German Suplex… and he holds on! He does another, and another, only letting go after the third German! He stands up, and yells a battle yell, pulling his straps down. Angle is ready to finish this! He slowly stalks behind Hardy, before scooping his ankle from the mat and locking in the Angle L… No! Hardy rolls through, and sends Angle careening headfirst into the middle turnbuckle pad! When Angle returns to his feet, he’s spun around and hit with a huge Twist of Fate! And he makes the cover! One-Two-Three!
Taz: That was a great match between two strong competitors.
Booker T: I'm with you there, dawg. I've got both men in my Fav Five.
Cole: I'm...just going to bite my tongue tonight.
Taz: Oh God I hope so. Please shut up for this next match.
First Round KOTR Match
The Ryback vs. The Boogeyman
These two gargantuans line up across from each other, and as the bell rings, come to blows. After a few jabs, the Boogeyman goes for a wild haymaker, and pounds the Ryback upside the head! He staggers a bit, before throwing a hard haymaker of his own, and the Boogeyman staggers back onto the ropes. He rebounds though, and goes to clothesline Ryback, but it’s ducked, and Ryback lifts Boogeyman up in a Military Press and he drops him straight down. He lifts Boogeyman back up to a sitting position, and begins driving fists down hard to the painted head of the Boogeyman. Finally, after nearly six shots, the Boogeyman catches the Ryback’s fist, and pulls him down so they butt heads! Boogeyman is on his feet in a matter of seconds, and grabs the Ryback and lifts him to a horizontal position before hitting him with a major Fall-Away Slam! Ryback tries getting to his feet quickly, despite the pain he obviously feels from being thrown hard onto his back, but he’s on his feet regardless, but he’s met with a hard Big Boot from the Boogeyman! Ryback is left lying with his eyes staring up at the ceiling, and the Boogeyman goes for a pin. One- and a quick kick out! The Boogeyman lifts Ryback up, but is scooped up and body-slammed as Ryback is getting to his feet! And the Ryback lifts Boogeyman right back up… Just to give him a second body-slam! Ryback is on fire! He begins mindlessly chanting, “FEED ME MORE” as he’s waiting for the Boogeyman to get back to his feet. Is he going for the Lariat? As Boogeyman turns to face Ryback, he takes off at the Boogeyman and goes for the Lariat! But the Boogeyman wisely ducks out of the way, and when Ryback rebounds from his major miss, he’s hit with a Powerslam! This time the Boogeyman lifts Ryback directly into position for the Depths of Despair, but the Ryback jumps down from his shoulders, and knees him hard in the gut, before hitting a massive suplex! Ryback begins marching around the ring, clearly preparing to end this as quickly as he possibly can, before the lights begin to flicker and he looks around in bemusement. Eventually the lights go off completely for a few seconds, and when they come back on, opposite him on the other side of the ring... is The Brian Kendrick! The crowd erupt at the sight of the injured competitor, and Ryback lunges forward for him, but stumbles backwards and loses his footing, and it's only at this point we realize that Ryback has been handcuffed to the top rope! He gets back up to his feet and screams at Heyman to help him out, and his manager jumps up onto the apron, before stepping into the ring between the ropes... And smiling! He looks across at Kendrick and moves towards him, before both men look across at Ryback and begin to laugh. The monster looks absolutely furious, pulling at the ropes to try and escape! Eventually he breaks free from the handcuff and stumbles forwards towards the duo, right into a superkick from Kendrick! The monster goes down! Once again Heyman and Kendrick look at each other with smirks, before hugging! The boos rain down upon the pair, people horrified at the behavior of Kendrick, the man everyone thought had changed his ways! Both men look out at the audience, before leaving Ryback laying unconscious in the middle of the ring, and Boogeyman quickly takes advantage by making the cover... One... Two... Three! Ryback loses!
Taz: Son of a bitch! They're back together. That tub of lard and Kendrick are back together.
Cole: I think this is a great move for Kendrick. He couldn't beat Ambrose without Ryback, so maybe now he'll have a better shot.
Taz: Dammit! Weren't you supposed to be silent?
Booker T: I'm still in shock, and pissed off. Maybe I can cool down during this match.
First Round KOTR Match
Heath Slater vs. Roman Reigns
Reigns starts the match by running Slater into the corner and delivering some powerful punches to the sides. The ref comes in and tells Reigns to stop the attack, so he instead rams his shoulder into Slater's body. Slater stumbles out of the corner and falls to the ground when Reigns grabs the rocker's head and knees him in the temple. Screams of anguish are uttered from Slater as he rolls out of the ring. Locked-on to his opponent, Reigns immediately jumps out of the ring and throws Slater into the barricade. His large, hairy fists ram Slater's head into the barrier before they throw him back into the ring. On his approach back to the ring, Slater kicks Reigns in the chest and sends him backwards. He then climbs onto the canvas and hits his standing opponent with a flying elbow to the back. Both men fall to the ground, but Slater quickly runs back into the ring and begs the referee to count the larger man out. Reigns is back to his feet and back in the ring before the ref can even reach 3. Slater delivers a kick to the side, but Reigns catches his foot in the air, swings it, and sends Slater crashing onto the mat. The large Samoan turns Slater onto his side in order to send a flurry of kicks into his opponent's back. The red-head gripes at each kick and lets out a loud sigh when Reigns finishes off with a two-foot stomp onto his stomach. The Samoan brings Slater to his feet in order to pick him up for a Samoan slam, but as Reigns drops, Slater jumps off his shoulders. Reigns falls on the back of his head and neck as Slater jumps and falls into the ropes. Reigns slowly makes it to his feet, but Slater is already in position and hits him with a spingboard clothesline. Two times. Three times. It looks like he is going for a fourth but Slater instead hits his opponent with a dropkick. The larger man stumbles to his feet but grabs Slater's throat when he does. Seeing he is in trouble, Slater maneuvers one foot behind Reigns and falls forward to hit the STO! Slater covers. 1...KICK! Reigns kicks out and throws Slater in the air. The rocker rolls under the ropes and taunts his opponent to follow him. Reigns rolls out of the ring, but Slater hits his opponent with a series of strikes before his feet touch the floor. Reigns easily over powers his opponent and tosses him over the steel steps. Slater quickly rolls to his feet and continues to taunt the big man. Reigns follows and winds back his left hand for a powerful punch. Slater sees it coming and dodges it, resulting in Reigns punching the announcers table. As the ref counts to 4, Reigns shakes his hand as the pain comes to it. Slater kicks his opponent in the back of the thigh and sends him on his knees. He then grabs Reigns head and slams it into the table. As the larger man puts both arms on the table to use it for support, Slater delivers a big kick to the stomach. Reigns catches this kick as well, and throws the leg back down on the ground. He picks Slater up as if to powerslam him, but Slater wiggles out of it and falls back on his feet. The ref's count is at 7. Slater then jumps for Paydirt, and hits it! He slides into the ring and looks back at Reigns on the ground, then at the ref. Reigns makes it to his knees at the count of 9, but fails to make it back into the ring and the ref counts him out.
After the match, Matt Hardy runs in from backstage, a steel chair in his hands. Roman Reigns turns around and is blasted in the chest with the chair! And Hardy continues to strike him with the chair! He's not done, as he raises his hand in the air with a yell, before wrapping around Reigns' head and delivering a leg drop to the head!
Taz: I can't believe Matt Hardy would do that. I'm not saying Reigns didn't deserve it, but that was a blindsided assault.
Booker T: I can guarantee you one thing. Next week, Reigns will retaliate. It's gonna be ugly, dawg.
Cole: But right now, the Television Championship is on the line in a Fatal 4-Way.
Fatal 4-Way for the Television Title
Mr. Kennedy(c) vs. El Generico vs. CM Punk vs. Drew McIntyre
Prior to the bell ringing, William Regal's music hits the PA System, and his Elegance himself enters and stands atop the ramp. He seems content to watch this match unfold.
The three challengers eye the champ, each one wanting to be the one who pins him. It is not enough to just win the belt; they want to win it by defeating the reigning champ. Kennedy realizes he is outnumbered as the three men close in on him. He punches Generico in the side of the head, kicks McIntyre in the groin, and elbows Punk in the Adam's apple, all legal moves in a no disqualification Fatal 4-way Match. He grabs ahold of Generico's head and slams it into the turnbuckle a few times, but soon McIntyre and Punk team up on him from behind to free Generico. Both men take turns in striking Kennedy when Generico gets back to his feet. Punk and McIntyre motion for Generico to climb the turnbuckle as they lift Kennedy up on their shoulders. As Kennedy sits up, Generico reaches the top and hits the crossbody on Kennedy. The three men stand over the champ, hovering above him. McIntyre is the first to attack one of the challengers by clotheslining Generico and tossing Punk to the side. He then covers. 1...Punk shoves McIntyre off Kennedy and takes his position. 1...McIntyre pulls off Punk and the two men go at it. Generico recovers and hits a drop kick on both men simultaneously. He then covers the still down Kennedy. 1...kick! The TV Champ gets back to his feet and delivers a DDT onto Generico. Punk comes at him, and Kennedy suplexes his opponent. McIntyre tries an attempt, but the TV Champ manages to fend off him as well with a kick to the gut and a hip toss. With all three men struggling to get up, Kennedy looks around the arena before climbing the turnbuckle, looking out at the crowd, and lifts his arms up in the air expecting a cheer. The fans boo him but cheer when, from behind, El Generico jumps and hits a backstabber on Kennedy. The TV Champ falls to his knees near the ropes as Generico lays into him with swift kicks to the back. Punk returns to the fight and German suplexes Generico in order to attack Kennedy himself. He grabs onto Kennedy from behind and hits a neckbreaker before dropping an elbow on his chest. McIntyre looks over at the stumbling Generico and tries a roll-up pin. 1...2...Punk comes in to break up the pin. He hoists McIntyre on his shoulders and hits a powerslam before turning to Generico. Kennedy rises to his feet to witness Punk tossing Generico out of the ring. The TV Champ hits Punk with a stiff lariat and lays into him with knees to the kidneys. From behind, McIntyre lifts Kennedy in the air, but his opponent reverses the move into a bulldog. McIntyre instinctively rolls out of the ring to prevent being pinned as Punk comes from behind to attack Kennedy. The TV Champ turns around at the last second to see Punk coming towards him and lifts him into the air, flipping him over the ropes and outside the ring. Kennedy sits down in the ring to rest for a few moments as Generico climbs the turnbuckle behind Kennedy. The cheer for El Generico causes Kennedy to scan the ring and find his opponent. He runs at Generico and hits him with a shoulder to the stomach. Instead of throwing him off the corner, Kennedy climbs the ropes and lifts Generico onto his shoulders. He turns to the inside of the ring, then to the outside. With a cynical smile, Kennedy performs the Green Bay Plunge on the steel steps! Generico cries out and winces in pain while Kennedy manages to flip onto his feet. He goes back to Generico, but medics shove him out of the way as they surround the luchador, who points to a vertebrate in his back. Kennedy turns away and finds Punk still on the ground. He tosses him back into the ring and hits him with strikes to the head. Punk manages to dodge one, but Kennedy grabs onto him and hits Mic Check! Mr. Kennedy turns around and is met with Drew McIntyre. He grabs ahold of the TV Champ and hits Apocalypse Rising! McIntyre covers the reigning champion! 1...2...3! Drew McIntyre becomes the new TCW Television Champion!
Cole: William Regal seems to be happy with the results, and so am I.
Taz: Who the hell cares what Regal thinks? Unless...unless he's eyeing up a new rival.
Cole: That could be very interesting, especially since McIntyre is still in the King of the Ring tournament.
Booker T: He has most definitely earned a spot in my Fav Five. And next, the current World Heavyweight Champ, Dean Ambrose, faces off in his first match since winning the title.
Singles Match - Non-Title
Santino Marella vs. Dean Ambrose
The two men look each other down before the match starts. Santino's serious, focused demeanor contrasts with the Champ's loose, impulsive manner. The bell rings and the two men lock up. Santino overpowers Ambrose and pulls him closer to deliver a few knees to the stomach. Ambrose breaks away and hits Marella with a clothesline followed by a number of punches to the head. The ref pulls him off Santino and Ambrose just stares at the referee for a few seconds. Ambrose turns his attention back to Santino and dives at the back of his thigh as he gets up. Santino falls to the ground again and Ambrose puts him in a Boston crab hold. Santino tries to power out of the hold, but Ambrose just applies the submission harder. Santino reaches out for a rope and manages to grab onto it. Ambrose does not let up on the hold until the ref counts to 4. He lets go and brings Santino to his feet, only to backhand-slap him in the face. Ambrose swings at Santino, but he catches his opponent's fist in the air. Santino delivers chops to the chest and sends Ambrose back into the ropes. He then lifts Santino up for one suplex. A second suplex. A third...no, wait. Ambrose counters the last one and hits a DDT on the judo master. Ambrose covers. 1...2.kick! Santino takes a few moments to get back to his feet, so Ambrose knees him in the jaw. The Champ grabs ahold of Santino and throws him into the corner. Santino's shoulder hits the post, causing him to fall face-first onto the ground. With his opponent grounded, Ambrose hops out of the ring. He grabs Santino's head with both hands and rams his skull into the corner post repeatedly. The referee threatens to disqualify him by speeding up the ring count-out, so Ambrose quickly rolls back into the ring. Santino uses the ropes to pull himself back up as Ambrose waits for his opponent. Once he is back to his feet, Ambrose charges in for a shoulder block. Santino dodges the Champ, causing Ambrose to hit the post with his shoulder at full force. Santino stands back up and picks Ambrose up. He brings him to the middle of the ring and slams his opponent down into the mat. Santino grabs one of Ambrose's arms and places him in an armbar, using his knowledge of judo to tweak the hold and make it hurt as much as possible. Ambrose elbows Santino in the sides, but his opponent does not give up on the hold. The Champ looks as if he might tap, but instead he punches Santino hard in the temple. The hold loosens and Ambrose slither out of Santino's grasp. Both men get back to their feet and Santino throws a wild punch, but Ambrose dodges it and tries a roll-up. 1..kick! They get back up again and Santino delivers a hip toss. Santino covers. 1...2.kick! Santino gets back up first and looks up and down Ambrose. With Ambrose struggling to stand back up, Santino grabs him and hoists him up for a vertical suplex. Wait! Ambrose falls back down and lifts Santino up for a vertical suplex, showing off his strength. He falls backwards and Santino's body bounces off the mat. Ambrose stands back up and motions for Santino to get on his feet. The judo master stumbles as Ambrose grabs him. He lifts him off his feet, positions Santino upside-down, and hits a piledriver! Ambrose crawls over Santino's body. 1...2...kick! Amazing! Santino still has a bit of fight left in him. Ambrose cannot believe it as he gets back to his feet. Ambrose looks over at a turnbuckle, stares at it for a moment, and smiles manically. He grabs Santino and whips him into the corner. Instead of charging in, he slowly walks towards Santino and grabs ahold of his legs. He lifts each one, draping them over the top rope. Ambrose climbs to the top now, wraps Santino's right arm over his neck, and hits the superplex! Ambrose rolls over to his stomach and makes the pin. 1...2...3! Dean Ambrose wins his first match as TCW World Heavyweight Champion.
Taz: I would love to see these two men compete again, but with the title on the line.
Booker T: Oh you know The Brian Kendrick doesn't want any of that. He'll be looking to take the title back at King of the Ring.
Taz: Even Kendrick versus Santino would be a spectacle to witness.
Cole: Thank you for tuning into Warzone. I'm Michael Cole saying goodnight!
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Mar 19, 13 at 7:13pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
"Sir" William Regal
Finishers: Power of the Punch, Regal Plex.
The camera pans live to an old, grand manor house. The grounds vast, the number of rooms numerous and an overall "Regal" air surrounds it. The camera then cuts inside to a study, first viewing the grand bookshelves rammed with antique looking books. Various paintings hang on the wall and then we finally come to large mahogany table with various odds and ends places atop of it.
Behind the table we see the "Duke of Aristocracy" William Regal sitting in a broad leather chair. Dressed in trousers, a shirt and a waistcoat, seemingly under dressed and casual by his usual standards, he has a thoughtful yet content look about him.
Regal: Welcome to my little summer house, I asked you all here in the aftermath of Warzone to keep you all up to date on my little scouting endeavor to find a TCW superstar that was worthy of learning from the best, me, in order to give himself a fighting chance of going to top of this company.
The British Blue Blood takes a sip of his brandy from an elegant looking crystal brandy glass, places it onto a coaster then continues to address the camera.
Regal: I watched the entire show and I'm sure all the "wrestlers" in the back were nervous, nervous that a wrestler of such class was evaluating them. I've seen what the company has to offer and even went to the ramp to take a closer look at one particular match. You see ladies and gentlemen I was bored, bored out of my mind watching the first few matches from backstage, nothing of note happened in my mind and I had all but given up hope of finding that one ray of sunshine in the darkness that is TCW. I'm glad I did pay particular attention to that TV title match. From the second the match started, one person stood out, one wrestler showed me he had the raw potential and sound technical knowledge and grounding I was looking for. That person.... CM Punk.
Taz: CM Punk, but he lost that match. Why would Regal dismiss the TV champion who outdone CM Punk in that match?
Cole: Maybe he's seen something in him despite the result.
Taz: Shut up Cole no body cares what you have to say
Booker: If I were Regal I'd of picked my man Drew McIntyre, that dawg impressed me tonight.
Regal: Why not Mr McIntyre?, he did after all win the match and claimed the bounty, well... That boy is an animal, an untamed, untrained savage. I couldn't work with a person such as that. Yes Punk lost the match but that can happen to the best of us and he's shown me, who of course is a master of technical wrestling, that he is trainable, he is already of a good level of skill and just needs a little bit of guidance to become as great as me. I believe that together we can be a lethal combination in Tag matches and in time both of us could be picking up singles gold. I have no doubt this is a forgone conclusion but never the less... Mr Punk do you want to take me up on my offer? I'll be waiting for your reply. Oh and don't make me wait too long.
Taz: I wonder if CM Punk will take him up on his offer
Booker: I guess we'll just have to wait and see.
Taz: Oh nothing to say Cole? That's a first.
Regal looks away from the camera and begins to write, the camera then cuts back to the outside of the manor house before fading to black.
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Mar 21, 13 at 1:49pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
The WarZone TV cameras stop rolling as the fans begin to leave. Just as Michael Cole gets up to leave...
The lights go out.
Spoiler:WHAT HAPPENS NEXT!
Punk storms towards the ring and grabs a mic
Booker T- "Hey we still rolling?"
Taz- "I think so...well Punks going to talk weather they are or not!"
CM Punk-" Right quiet yourselves down. Tonight i have been in agony! and right now i'm going to talk no matter who cares! First thing is Drew McIntyre, i'm glad you won the TV title and i hope you get to the King Of The Ring Final.....because Drew, i'm gonna be waiting to kick the shit out of you! and trust me. No one is going to save you from the ass kicking your going to take! i'm gonna make a small announcement right goddamn now! If you get to the Final and i get to the Final. How about we go old school! Ya know like Foley and Funk used to do this shit! barbed wire and all that stuff that i can rip your face with!....and the second thing is. William Regal...yes i will take you up on your offer on one condition...you and everyone else around this shithole must call me Sir CM Punk, Sir Regal. Oh and Ric Flair.....next week in LA, i'm calling you out!
Punk leaves the ring and begins he walks up the ramp smiling. He turns and yells "See you next week Ric!"
And the fans leave.
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Mar 21, 13 at 4:21pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
TCW Television Champion
Finisher: Apocalypse Rising (Double Arm Underhook DDT)
Every member of the TCW universe woke up this morning, yawned and immediately reached for their smart phones. During the early hours of the morning they had received a push notification from their TCW app. Opening the app it turns out to be a video message from the NEW Televisuon Chanpion and it seems it is a response to CM Punks comments as Warzone went off the air. Rubbing the sleep out their eyes, every man,woman and child pressed play
The video shows Drew McIntyre standing in a dark room. He is barly visible had it not been for the streetlight shining through an open window to the right of the camera. Looking somewhat puzzled and at the same time excited, his eyes fixated on the camera infront of him, he begins to speak in a soft spoken voice. His thick Scottish accent prominent
Drew McIntyre: CM Punk. You are quite the creature arnt you. I thought I disposed of you a few nights back. You were a distant memory to me. That of course was until you came skipping down ringside, throwing your little bitch fit like the little bitch you are. Demanding we now call you SIR CM Punk? That is THE most rediculous thing iv ever heard! You team up with this prehistoric dinosaur William Regal and all of a sudden think you've got a pair of balls? Go home little boy before I finish you. Run home to your mummy Phillip! Run home to to her before I pay her a visit and end her as punishment for bringing such a waste of skin into this world such as yourself. You want to go old school Foley/Funk? It takes a different kind of man to go to that part of the mind where you can physically tear the flesh off another mans bones. If you make me go to that place then I promise you I will leave you so mangled and disformed they will need dental records at your autopsy to confirm the body is yours.
McIntyre has yet to take his eyes off the camera. His ice cold stare, his furrowed brow and then came his signature smirk.
Drew McIntyre: If i ever see you Punk. No matter where it is. The airport, The arena, The street, I'm coming for you. Take these words as gospel. My soul existence at the moment in time where I see you will be to end your life. Retire now, leave TCW and I will spare your pathetic life. Continue to piss me off. Well, you gather what will happen
McIntyre backs away from the camera and exits without another word to his left leaving the stunned viewers staring at their phone screens wondering what Punks next move will be, and more importantly, would he survive.
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Mar 22, 13 at 4:11pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
"Sir" William Regal
Finishers: Power of the Punch, Regal Plex.
We now go to a TCW-App exclusive, backstage, with Matt Striker and his guest at this time "Sir" William Regal.
Striker: Welcome ladies and gentlemen this is a TCW-App exclusive, backstage, at the Warzone. My guest is non other than the British Blue Blood, William Regal.
Regal: That's "Sir" William Regal to you sunny jim. Know your place my boy, now try again.
Striker: My guest at this time, "Sir" William Regal.
Regal: Better, I don't expect to have to remind you again, now get on with it.
Striker: As you may or may not be aware CM Punk responded to your offer, what have you got to say about his reply?
Regal: I have seen Mr Punks response to my offer, I'm happy he has common sense to match his skills, both of which seem to be in short supply around here. I've had a chance to chat with him and all things considered we're off to a cracking start to our partnership. He's even in Japan which pleases me to an extent.
Striker: CM Punks in Japan, for what reason.
Regal: That's his business but if I were to hazard a guess Mr Striker I'd say he's soaking in the culture and continuing to sharpen his skills further in the "land of the Rising Sun". If that is the case I'm impressed that his quest for wrestling perfection doesn't stop. A further example of why i sought him out and why I want to help him go far.
Striker: Another person had something to say earlier about CM Punk and your partnership with him. The Master of violence, Drew McIntyre.
Regal: Ah yes Mr Galloway. He seems to have forgotten his place in the grand scheme of things around here. That boy is nothing but a violent Jock who should never of gotten through border control into the United States in the first place.
Striker: He had some strong, violent words for CM Punk and didn't seem impressed with his partnership with you.
Regal: Mr Galloway can dress his words up in whatever violent profanity's he can think of. When it's all said and done his skills are lacking, his anger will forever mean his ability will be sub par and potential unrealized. I'm surprised he managed to subdue his idiotic Scottish tendencies long enough to claim the TV title. As for his adolescent remarks about my age, well I can still out-wrestle him and any other joker in that locker room. It all comes down to respect, Mr Punk and I both feel we aren't getting the respect our skills deserve and that is our common purpose. We will take respect from every single cretin in this company if needs be, especially Drew. He seems to forget that I played a huge part in paving the way for British and European wrestlers to make a name for themselves in America. If it wasn't for me I have no doubts that Mr Galloway would still be wrestling in a Cave with all the other Neanderthals in Scotland.
Regal rubs his chin for a couple of seconds pondering what he will do or say next.
Regal: I think it's time Mr Galloway began to respect me, I challenge him to a match the Warzone after his second round King of the Ring match. We'll soon see if he's got the bite to match his bark. Now if you don't mind I have better things to do today than chat with the likes of you.
Striker: That was "Sir" William Regal with some strong words for Drew McIntyre on a TCW-App exclusive, see you next time.
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Mar 22, 13 at 5:24pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
The latest TCW news presented by Josh Matthews.
Josh Matthews "Hello and welcome to the TCWapp and right here is a exclusive news broadcast so you can keep up with the latest!. Alot of TCW fans are wondering what Olympic Gold Medallist is going to do on this upcoming Warzone. Don't forget that this week is Round 2 matches for the King Of The Ring Tournament including Antonio Cesaro vs Heath Slater and CM Punk vs Kurt Angle.
After a few days of intense arguments between Punk and Drew and with CM Punk in Japan at the moment, William Regal took over from Punk and has offered Drew McIntyre a singles match after his King Of The Ring Match. Will Drew accept his offer? and here is a Tweet that CM Punk has just sent from Tokyo, Japan. [spoiler=Click Open In A New Tab For Tweet][/spoiler]
Who is Taiji Ishimori? and what did Punk mean "Ric Flair, Drew McIntyre get ready!".
Well this is all we have time for! Join me Josh Matthews next week for another edition of TCWNews live here on the TCWApp."
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