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Mar 22, 13 at 6:20pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
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Finishing Moves:ウルトラ脳損傷 (Cradle Piledriver From The Top Rope)
今日は二年前 、私 は XJW の タイト ル を獲 得したと、同社 の 30 年の 歴史の中 で最 年 少 のチ ャ ン ピオ ンになった。七週 間 前、私 は CM パンク を助 け、彼と一緒に 訓練 を 始 めた。パン クが ス ポ ットライ トを 十分 に得ることなかっ たので、昨夜 東 京ドーム で 私は自 分の 金 を失った ！私 は私の 優 勝 を逃 し、20 分後、私 は シ ャーロット、ノースカロライナ州に飛び、TCW の 契 約を 締 結しま した。私 が 署 名した 理 由は、私 の復 讐を 配 布する と いうもの である。私を 考えてみま しょ う.....復讐 の 騎士。
Two years ago today, i won the XJW world title and became the youngest champion in the company's 30 year history. Seven weeks ago i befriended CM Punk and began training with him. Last night at the Tokyo Dome i lost my gold because Punk didn't get enough of the spotlight! 20 minutes after i lost my championship i flew to Charlotte, North Carolina and signed a contract with TCW. The reason i signed is to give out my Vengeance. Consider me.....The Knight Of Vengeance.
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Mar 23, 13 at 4:01pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
TCW Television Champion
Finisher: Apocalypse Rising (Double Arm Underhook DDT)
As we come back from commercial break The Staples Centre is in darkness. over the P.A system we hear the voice of The Television Champion
Drew McIntyre: Darkness engulfs the land. Darkness that I have brought with me. The dark clouds have rolled in and with it brought rain and thunder. The dark clouds will follow wherever I go. I am the bringer of evil and the destroyer of life. I inflict pain and suffering wherever I travel. I am the one with the black soul. I am YOUR TCW Television Champion.
Drew McIntyre makes his way out onto the entrance ramp, wearing a long black leather jacket the full length of his body. His long hair is covering his face and his head facing towards the cold steel below him amid a chorus of boos. It seems no matter what city TCW traveled to, McIntyre felt the brunt of the fans frustration. The thing is though, he LOVED it. Slowly and purposely he lifted his head and raised his right arm simultaneously because in his hand was Drew McIntyre's newly won Television Championship. McIntyre stands for a few moments to allow himself to shower himself in the hate from the crowd. Feeding off how much people despised him. Slinging title belt over his left shoulder McIntyre walked down the ramp towards his ring smirking in the face of the fans closest to the ramp. McIntyre walked all the way round and picked up at microphone from Lilian and stared down Michael Cole. It is clear from Coles face that he's terrified of The Sinister Scotsman
Booker T: Yo Dawg don't worry, after last week I'm ready for this sucka
Michael Cole: Booker this man Drew McIntyre scares the living hell out of me.
Watching Cole shuffle his feet in behind Booker T, the sweat dripping from his forehead, McIntyre let out a dry laugh before making his way up the steps, onto the top turnbuckle where he provoked all those in attendance at The Staples Centre once more by posing with his Television Title. Once again McIntyte addresses the TCW universe, sitting on the top turnbuckle, in a slow deep voice
Drew McIntyre: How did I know you people would not appreciate greatness when it stands before you? Are you all thick? If I didn't love pissing you all off so much I'd come out there and bitchslap every single one of you for the blatant disrespect your showing me. Last week I archived what I set out to do. I became The TCW Television Champion. Just like I told you. Just like The Darkness foretold it to me. You see I know that so many people will try to destroy me, end my championship reign. End my take over of TCW, my apocalypse. But you shall not break me. You shall not defeat me. Santino, Punk, Regal you will all fall and the blood on my hands will be you own doing
McIntyre steps off the top turnbuckle down into the ring. His piercing blue eyes stare into the camera. His lips etched in his trademark smirk. Staring deep into the audience watching around the world as if daring someone to come prove him wrong. Taking four steps back McIntyre drops down in the corner, sitting against the turnbuckle pads to share his thoughts on his second round match with The Italian One, Santino Marella
Drew McIntyre: Santino I'm going to apologise right now in advanced for what I'm going to do to you tonight. You see you claim to be a master of judo, which is impressive don't get me wrong but how will your judo help you when I'm on top of you, my hands wrapped around your neck, crushing your windpipe, cutting off all air and circulation to your brain as I watch you struggle for breath as I watch your life drift away like dust in the wind. The last thing you will see is my face, staring deep into your soul as you slip unconscious and I am declared the winner of the match and I take another step closer to becoming the first ever TCW Undisputed Champion!
The crowd are one their feet once more booing and jeering McIntyre as he made his bold statement of intent. Everyone in attendance could think of nothing worse than McIntyre being the undisputed champion. Undeterred McIntyre continued with his public address
Drew McIntyre: Santino it doesn't matter how hard you train for tonight as your fate has already been sealed. The darkness warned me I would be facing you this evening and it also prophesies that you shall fall to The Sinister Scotsman. No matter what you say, no matter what you do, your journey towards the TCW World Title ends here tonight. You will become just another victim of my apocalypse. Collateral damage in the change I am bringing to the world. You can't run. You can't hide. Tonight, it is your destiny to die. Accept your fate like a man. If you try to struggle then this will be a lot more painful than it needs to be. This is not speculation, this is not me being cocky. This is all just fact.
McIntyre was ready to leave to prepare for his match with Santino when he saw an English flag in the crowd. He remembered the comments of one William Regal from earlier in the evening. Speaking slowly and with a twinkle in his eye McIntyre continued
Drew McIntyre: It seems like everywhere I turn there's someone new waiting to take a shot at me. Someone lurking in the shadows. Waiting for their moment to pounce but it never comes. The reason their moment never comes is because the darkness is on my side. You said it yourself I am The Master Of Violence. Why would you want to f*** with me? Do you think I'm going to lay down and take it? NO! I'm going to grab you and I'm going to tear bits of your flesh off with my bare hands. I'm going to feed that exact same flesh to you while your on your death bed. I'll shove it so far down your throat you'll be begging me to end your life. But I WILL NOT cease. I WILL continue until I hear you take your last breath. I WILL continue until I hear your life support machine stop beeping. I WILL end your life old man! What can you do to me? I am a man who embraces pain and enjoys it like you enjoy a hobby. A man who welcomes death like an old friend! A man who inflicts pain and suffering upon everyone who stands in his way. Why do you think your any different than the others before you? Because you stick 'Sir' in front of your name? All that does is sound good at your funeral and will look good on your grave. I decline your offer of a match. Instead I beg you to meet me in the car park after Warzone where we can have a straight up fight and I will be glad to put you out your misery. It's clear to me you wish to die. I will grant an old mans dying wish.
Standing to his feet and raising his Television Title up towards the rafters, McIntyre slips out of the ring. He glances sideward to see Michael Cole still white as a ghost before making his exit up the ramp as we go to a commercial break.
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Mar 23, 13 at 7:05pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
- PARENTAL DISCRECTION IS ADVISED -
Recent Events: Seething after Brian Kendrick announced that he will be cashing in his rematch clause at the King Of The Ring PPV, Dean Ambrose took his frustrations out on Warzone against Santino Marella this past week. This week he takes on Batista.
Chapter 7 - Extra Extra Read All About It
And so another week has passed. And what a week it was as Warzone played host to the second week of the King Of The Ring tournament, where round one came to a conclusion and we prepare to move into the rather more serious stages of the competition. It may be a little soon to talk about possible winners and favourites but try telling that to the likes of Antonio Cesaro, Heath Slater and CM Punk who are all in Round 2 and no doubt dreaming of the fame and glory that comes with that prestigious crown that kickstarted the career of Stone Cold Steve Austin and Edge, and while they must take it one week at a time the prospect of becoming World Champion must be lingering in their thoughts. It was also a show to remember for Drew McIntrye who has made it clear he is a force to be reckoned with as he became the new TV Title holder, while still being in the second round of the King Of The Ring Tournament. Indeed, there were so many big events at Warzone and subsequently so many talking points for the fans to share their opinions on.
So many, in fact, that not many are talking about the man currently strolling his way through the open air car park of the Staples Center. Dean Ambrose is either unaware or uncaring for the camera that follows him as he heads towards the building, busy squinting to block the Los Angeles sunshine that causes the gold strapped over his shoulder to glisten like treasure. Infact, treasure is perhaps what it is to Ambrose because it rests impeccably on his shoulder whereas his straggly hair hangs greasily, his kitbag hangs loosely across one shoulder and the white t-shirt he's sporting is stained and unironed as he steps inside the building.
Besides production crew and Staples Center employees the building appears vacant. Saturday mid-afternoon, three days before the scheduled episode of Warzone, it appears the other superstars are enjoying their time off between shows and house-events and either exploring Los Angeles, visiting family or healing up in a hotel room, in fact there aren't even any fans lingering around the venue in the hopes of catching a glimpse of their favourite superstars. Therefore there is an echo around the corridors every time Ambrose's boots come down on the polished floors of the Staples Center as he strolls along, seemingly without much intent, as the camera trails him, wondering just where on earth he is going.
After taking two lefts and a right, Ambrose finally arrives at his destination, the door of a locker-room that the camera cannot see from its position down the corridor. Ambrose stares for a few seconds then finally enters. With the coast being clear, the camera man makes his way down the corridor and stands in the spot Dean Ambrose was just occupying. The camera focuses on the door of the lockeroom which is reserved for just one, and we see the placard which does not read Dean Ambrose but rather ‘Dave Batista’.
The camera man deliberates over whether he should enter or not, after all Ambrose does not know he’s been following him and while not the biggest or the strongest, the World Champion is definitely the most volatile and dangerous. His thoughts are cut out by the sound of Ambrose’s voice from within the lockeroom.
Clearly not as subtle as he thought, this now nervous camera man pushes the unlocked door open and enters. Upon this, he reveals the sight of a rather lavish dressing room: a television, a fur rug, an oak cabinet to store wrestling gear, a shower at the back of the room, and the most eye catching of all, Dean Ambrose slouched in a spinning black leather recline, his bag dumped by his feet and the World Heavyweight Championship now resting across his stomach. Ambrose, still spinning, is looking all around the room and taking in all of it’s features while talking to the camera man.
The camera man doesn’t speak, instead simply watching Ambrose who begins to gently stroke and pat the title across his waist, more akin to a villain and his feline than a fighter and his title. He looks down at it affectionately.
Ambrose stares at the title and grins widely. He then picks up the television control from the arm rest with and tosses it in the air a few times, catching each time. He then points at the television, by no means cinematic proportions but a respectable thirty something inches, and powers it on.
Ambrose turns to face the television and adjusts himself to a more comfortable position and watches whatever is being broadcast on the silver screen before bizarrely motioning to eat popcorn, throwing empty handfuls into his mouth and chewing. A few moments pass until Ambrose, his eyes still fixated on the screen, speaks again.
Ambrose quickly shoots his eyes towards the camera man and his trusty equipment and stares into the lens.
The Agent of Chaos gives the television a quickly glance but, uninterested by it, turns back to the camera and with his hand beckons the camera man to come closer. He obliges until the camera is directly in front of the seated Ambrose.
We can only assume the camera man nods, because Ambrose continues. Then again, it isn't like Ambrose to follow instructions so the camera-man may not have did anything at all. Never the less...
Ambrose sighs loudly and takes a look around the room once again, talking as he does so.
The anger rising in Ambrose is becoming overwhelming and he suddenly stands up from his seat and begins to pace the room, his breathing is heavy. The camera stays in the same location but merely pivots and tracks the World Heavyweight Champion as he goes back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. He continues until he finally marches back towards the camera.
Ambrose takes a few deep breaths and then begins to wander around the room again, going from corner to corner, breathing slowly and deeply as if trying to calm myself. He talks loudl making it indistinguishable whether he's talking to himself too loudly or addressing the camera as he makes his way around the four corners of the room.
Ambrose marches towards the camera lens, a hunch in his back and a dark look in his eyes.
Foaming at the mouth, Ambrose turns his back on the camera and runs his hands through his hair. He quickly turns back and shrugs his shoulders.
Through gritted teeth and shaking with ferocity, Ambrose begins to slowly develop a wide psychotic grin across his face, just inches from the camera lens, and he whispers:
The camera man decides enough is enough and it cuts to black, presumably either going to go home or back to the parking lot hoping for an encounter with someone a little more cookie cutter next time, while, well, it's anybodies guess as to what Ambrose is going to do next...
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Mar 23, 13 at 10:38pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
With the controversy surrounding Cody Rhodes’ defeat in the first round of the King of the Ring Tournament, nobody expected the udder silence to continue in the backstage of the Staples Center to continue for long. At 3:48 PM, Ric Flair pulled into the stadium parking lot, and was escorted in by a small security staff. This was, of course, preliminary security in case Cody Rhodes tried to exact any sort of revenge. Once Ric got to his room, he dismissed the security. In truth, he hadn’t wanted them in the first place. The Nature Boy could handle himself.
It had been only a few seconds, and already Ric Flair was disturbed from his managerial duties with a silence-shattering ring of the office phone. Was it Rhodes, calling to deliver the news that he had his daughter held captive? He honestly wouldn’t put that past someone like Rhodes. After all, Flair’s daughter was beautiful… No, Ric Flair couldn’t allow himself to dwell on thoughts like that. He is, instead, now standing in front of the phone on what he knows will be the final ring before the call is lost. Ric Flair answers the phone, hoping for the best…
The door swings open and in steps the beautiful Lillian Garcia. Flair is noticeably flushed with relief – in part because it wasn’t Rhodes and another because it was in fact the beautiful Lillian Garcia. Flair’s demeanor instantly changes, as he approaches her, gripping her in a quick hug and pecking her on the cheek. He’s back to being the wheelin’ dealin’ son of a gun – Wooo! He grabs Lillian by the hand, and pulls her towards the middle of the room, positioning her so he can shut the large timber door behind them.
As if on cue, the office door flies open, and Ric Flair and Lillian Garcia fly to their feet! The man steps in, wearing a hood that covers his face. Ric Flair instantly puts himself between Rhodes and Garcia, his fists up! The man put his hands up as well, but instead of preparing to fight back, he simply pulled his hood down, revealing the face of Olympic Gold Medal Winner, Kurt Angle. There’s a smile on his face, as he can’t help feeling he’s truly frightened the Nature Boy. His face gets serious quickly, though, and he begins to talk.
So what I’m going to do, is finish my career here. This here in TCW is going to be my last run. I’ll wrestle through every match, as long as I win. When I lose, I retire. You remember that stipulation, right?”
Ric Flair nods. In fact, that was the exact way that Flair had ended his storied wrestling career… In the WWE, anyways. Still, Flair didn’t quite know how to handle this. The only reason Angle was talking to him, was because he was in charge, and Flair didn’t know what to do about this! Should he offer him more money to stay? Or let him go? Or fire him for even implicating such an ultimatum?
Kurt Angle smiles, shakes his head, and looks to the ground.
And with that clichéd catch phrase opportunely placed, Kurt Angle turned and walked back through the door, leaving a stunned Ric Flair and Lillian Garcia. Meanwhile, Flair’s mind wandered back to Cody Rhodes…
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Mar 24, 13 at 1:50am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Second Round KOTR Match
Antonio Cesaro vs. Heath Slater
The TCW logo appears on the screen as the camera pans over to show Antonio Cesaro with a microphone in front of him. That twisted smirk on Antonio Cesaro face is a dead giveaway that there’s a lot of twisted thoughts going on in the mind of the International Sensation and right now he’s going to give the world a small insight to what he is planning. Antonio Cesaro looks down into the microphone and tightens his grip on his microphone as he allows several seconds to pass as the fans watching can appreciate him a little bit more. Antonio Cesaro then stops wasting time and raises the microphone upwards and speaks down into it.
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Mar 24, 13 at 10:04am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
'Sir' CM Punk Finishing Move(s) Pepsi Plunge___Right Over Here (Stalling Brainbuster into Anaconda Vice)
Backstage Punk is sitting there with a bottle of Pepsi and a book titled "Kurt Angle: From Atlanta to nowhere".
His iPhone rings and he answers "Hola, oh William. Yes i'm in the arena. Yes i did hear the remarks left by Galloway. I can't actually believe he didn't accept! and yes if he wants to fight you in a parking lot brawl. He shouldn't be allowed to offer you a fight like that!. I'm calling his old ass out anyway so i will make him see my point. If he fires me....i'll head back to Ring Of Honor or hey i'll head to the place i've been the few weeks........Hey Regal, what's this i hear about me facing Kurt Angle? I'm not facing that munchkin tonight! i'm not facing anyone tonight!....yeah okay."
"Excuse me? Mr.Punk?" Josh Matthews is waiting to interview Punk.
CM Punk- "Yes what?"
Josh Matthews- "Tonight you promise to call out Ric Flair and some are saying, your going to attack him"
Punk-" Its like going to see a movie...you don't know whats going to happen but you hope it's going to be good"
Matthews-"And Drew McIntyre has declined William Regal's challenge and will not face him tonight. Have you got anything to do with that match?"
Punk-"Actually, no i don't. Regal said he had something to say and boom. Challenged Drew to a fight.
Matthews- Are you going to interfere in Drew's match tonight?"
Punk- Josh, i give you my word Ney i give you my promise. Now if you excuse me, I have shit to do."
Matthews-" Thank you Punk."
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Mar 25, 13 at 1:49am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Future Number One Contender for the TV Title
Daniel Bryan is backstage in his locker room, watching old tapes of Triple Threat matches. Daniel is trying to find a way to win the triple threat. His opponents are too extremely competitive opponents and Daniel is somehow trying to work out a strategy. Fed up wi no result, Daniel throws the remote at the T.V. Daniel sat there on the bench next to his locker. He thought about all that this match could do for him. A guaranteed TV Title shot and a rematch against Drew McIntyre. Daniel licked his lips at the thought of another chance to wrestle Drew.The crowd would go wild if he won the TV Title AND managed to serve Drew McIntyre's his first loss on a silver plater. Drew McKntyre had been running ramp shot in TCW and someone had to shut him up. Daniel felt fired up at all these thoughts that he had to stand up in excitement but sat down when remembered his past promise but still yet failed. He promised we would see King Bryan but that failed. He promised he would win a Battle Royal for a special prize but obviously fell short. And now his promising to win the Number one Contenders match AND the title. So instead of saying Yes or No, he met in the middle, Maybe. Just at that time, Josh Matthews came into the locker room for an interview. Like a dog searching for his bone, Josh went right up to Daniel before he acknowledged him and he could start the interview. Daniel turned his head slightly and Josh took advantage.
Josh Matthews: Daniel, Daniel. Do you mind if I can get an exclusive interview with you about your huge match?
Daniel Bryan: Maybe.
Josh Matthews: What the hell is that supposed to be? Is that a Yes or a No? What am I to you? Some sort of tool or something?
Daniel Bryan: Maybe?
Daniel knew this would continue to piss off Josh but he didn't care. All he cared about right now was two things. The fans and his career. Nothing else, not some idiot interviewer looking for a interview or something. Two things. But it just hit him that the fans would benefit more from a interview and would appreciate it more. He knew the crowd loved him but he this will help them get another inside look on Daniel Bryan.
Daniel Bryan: Alright fine, you can get an interview but next time I'm trying to strategise for an important match, please let me do it with no interruptions.
Josh Matthews: Obviously your opponents Matt Hardy and Roman Reigns are amazing competitors, what are the strength and weaknesses of your opponents?
Daniel Bryan: Matt Hardy is a great tag team wrestler and is use to working in situations with two people. He can also wrestle. Something not many wrestlers can actually do. He is overall a really great competitor and will be extremely tough to beat. Roman Reigns is a powerhouse. He is dangerous and can hurt you. His going to be a problem in the Triple Threat match and a tough opponent to beat. He reminds me of Antonio Cesaro in the sense he is extremely strong.
Josh Matthews: Daniel, can you promise you'll make one of them at lea...
Daniel Bryan: I'm sorry Josh but I'm done promising things. Whenever I promise someone something, it always blows up in my face. Look where I am now, Jobber status. I'm Mr, Jobber to the stars. All I need is blond hair now and a Money In The Bank briefcase. On the subject of Money In The Bank are we ever going to have one of those?
Josh Matthews: "Maybe".
Daniel Bryan: Funny.
Josh Matthews: Last and certainly not least, are you going to win?
Daniel Bryan: Maybe!
The cameras cut away to the next segment as Daniel looks on with a determined look on his face.
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Mar 25, 13 at 6:05am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
A veiled mantle stood in the ring, a rosy red canvas tossed over a large, one dimensional figure. The lights in the arena became vastly darker. An ominous silence crept over those in attendance. Men, women, children, and Total Championship Wrestling staff alike all sat in utter silence, awaiting what would become of the scene set before them.
A very familiar sound echoed out into the arena, yet it sounded twisted. It was, in fact, the original opening sound bit of Cody Rhodes’ theme, distorted. Distorted – That word fit like a glove on Rhodes’ demeanor since arriving in TCW. From seemingly beneath the distorted sound bit, a loud, harsh techno music began blaring out “Radioactive” by Imagine Dragons. The fans voiced their discontent for the music of the son of the American Dream. Simply knowing that this music was meant to serve as a foreshadowing of his arrival sent ripples of hatred down each one of their spines. Each of them in attendance knew what they thought of Rhodes, and each of them knew what he thought of them. Cody Rhodes was the embodiment of everyone that had ever ridiculed them for their physical appearance, which was the one thing that absolutely nobody could change without means of looking like a painted or plastic doll. Not only was he above them in terms of attraction, he would let them know it. He would take the blade, if they felt it sharp enough, and twist it into their self-image. And for those who thought Rhodes’ “blade” too dull to cause harm, anything they hurled in retort would be deflected by his own shield – his beauty and self-awareness.
As Rhodes entered the view of all in attendance at the head of the stage - wearing his white-based wrestling trunks with a large black emblem containing the emblazoned letters “CR” on his rear, as well as his black leather jacket with a hood, pulled on, and white designs scattered among the arms and back, completed by his plain black boots and knee-pads – he took a fairly wide stance, and spread his arms wide, turning to all to welcome them to the Age of Rhodes. He wore an arrogant smirk, as he slowly stroked his hands down his body, removing a veil that no one but him thought existed. After this opening pose that he seemed intent to trademark, he callously stalked down the rampway, taking each step with deliberation. Not one time did his eyes leave his destination that was the squared-circle, for what did wasting the strength of his eye muscles to scan the audience serve? Besides to make them feel welcome in the Age of Rhodes – which they weren’t? Rhodes stepped up the stairs, and quickened his pace to step between the ropes, before slowing down again once he entered the ring. He slowly turned to face the large veiled mantle in the center of the ring. He then looked at Lillian Garcia, who quickly dropped the microphone and exited the ring. She was no longer enticed by him, only disgusted, and that seemed to pleasure him greatly. He lifted the microphone off of the ground, and spoke into the buzz of contempt from the audience as if he didn’t hear it.
Speaking of revolting Brits! [The crowd, despite whatever had happened during the night with William Regal, still cheer his name, as if to spite Cody Rhodes.] Tonight, I’m carded against “Sir” William Regal, who not only has the repugnant odor of a Brit like Barrett, but the fragile bones of the fossil Ric Flair. This is a man who we haven’t seen a thing of, besides to come out and stand on the ramp and clap and admire the “ability” of CM Punk, who might I add is a disgrace to this business in himself in terms of both charisma and professionalism… [A pause.] Pipebomb. As you can see by his blind following of the one you call CM Punk, William Regal has lost regality he had once held. He has been reduced to trying to mentor a prodigy as a final claim to fame, and he is failing in doing so. When William Regal returned, he did not realize that he hadn’t re-entered the days of old, where he was a “Real Man’s Man,” or struggling to get a push with his old regality. He was in the Age of Rhodes! A time where someone of his nature will instead be buried along with the other fossils! William Regal, listen here, if you step into the ring, you will regret ever having decided to re-lace your boots. This is not a country where old men may reside. Only the young, only the beautiful, only the Dashing – can survive.”
With that, Cody Rhodes grabbed hard at the rosy red canvas, and tugged it off in a swift motion, like a magician revealing his final trick. Before the arena now stood a full-length mirror, reflecting Cody Rhodes’ image back to him as he stood in theatrical awe of himself. He slowly raised his hand to touch the face of his reflection. Once more, he lifted the microphone to his mouth.
And with that final repetition, Cody Rhodes smashed his fist hard into the mirror, sending the tendrils of brokenness outwards, until they reach each other and spread farther. Not a shard of glass fell, but the image left was a gruesome distortion of a reflection of Cody Rhodes.
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Mar 25, 13 at 8:52am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Second Round KOTR Match
Antonio Cesaro vs. Heath Slater
This was his night and nobody else’s. He needed to win this match against Heath Slater, not only to advance in the tournament, but to also prove to everyone that he is not a failure. A defeat against someone like Heath Slater will set his career back months, maybe even years. Antonio Cesaro having already spoken tonight is in his locker room getting ready for his match. He is hunched over lacing up his wrestling boots when he notices the camera crew have gained access to his locker room and where filming him. Antonio Cesaro remains hunched as he continues to tighten his boots as he then turns his head and looks at the camera and smirks and begins to speak.
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Mar 25, 13 at 10:16am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Rolling Black Out (Rolling DDT Guillotine) | Death by Judo (Tazplex)
Total Championship Wrestling is once again back this week with a riveting episode of Warzone. Last week we saw a new Television Champion crowned, the debut of an Animal, and the seemingly fall of Santino Marella as he lost to the Champion once again. This week is a new show with new possibilities. The next round of the King of the Ring tournament begins as well as a number one contenders match for the Television Championship. Our focus though is going to be put on Santino Marella. The man who has fought his way to the second round of the King of the Ring tournament now goes up against the New Television Champion Drew McIntyre. With Santino’s focus purely on getting a World Title shot against whoever the champ might be is it possible that Santino is overlooking a dangerous opponent in Drew McIntyre? Or did the loss to the World Champ last week put a fire in the belly of the Judo Black Belt that will see him absolutely dismember McIntyre? Or is the curse real and Santino will fall victim to yet another Champion? Only time may tell what is going to happen tonight on Warzone!
A darkened locker room filled with trepidation as Santino Marella is seen sitting on a bench. Marella sits there rocking back and forth as if he was cuddled up with a grandparent trying to go to sleep after a bad dream. That’s exactly what this was to Santino, a bad dream; one that just wouldn’t end, one that he just can’t wake from. A few moments pass by until the rocking suddenly stops and Santino speaks foreshadowing what is to come.
Santino: Come in….
A knock is then heard at the door, but a timid knock. The knocker heard Santino tell them to come in just as they were about to knock and couldn’t stop the motion from happening as it had already been in full motion. The knocker enters the darkened locker room and cautiously walks up to Santino, kneels in front of him microphone in hand, and without introducing himself Josh Mathews seemingly begins an interview.
Josh: Santino do you think I could get a couple words with you about your match tonight against Drew McIntyre?
Silence is the only answer given to Josh. Santino doesn’t even move from his position. Head down, elbows positioned on his knees with his hands wrapped around the sides of his head, and feet firmly planted on the ground underneath him. Santino gives no response of any kind to Josh who is speaking softly and seemingly cares about the wellbeing of Santino and why shouldn’t he care about him? Without the wrestlers to interview Josh would be out of a job and his skill set is very limited to holding a microphone and asking questions. Mathews gives it a few moments before trying again to get a response out of Santino.
Josh: Santino… Are you ok?
Josh reaches out with his non microphone hand and touches arm of Santino and before Josh could even have the chance to blink Santino bursts off the bench and stands to his feet, knocking Josh down in the process.
Santino: Do I look ok to you Josh!? Do I look like a stable person!? Do I look like I want to be bothered!?
Josh who is on his arse right now begins scooting backwards almost like a crab, leaving his trusty microphone where it fell. The fear in the eyes of Josh Mathews is that of a Gazelle about to be devoured by a Lion, much like the one tattooed on the back of Santino. Josh continues to scoot backwards more and more until he hits the door. The door however opens into the locker room and not outward to the corridor and Josh’s back is up against it keeping it closed. Santino takes a few large steps in the direction of Josh and kneels down in front of him grabbing him by his tie.
Santino: What were you planning on doing Josh? Were you going to come in here and tell me everything is going to be ok and that I have another chance at fighting for a World Title if I win the tournament? Or were you going to come in here and ask me what it’s like to be cursed? Or better yet were you going to ask me what I plan to do to Drew McIntyre tonight?
Beads of sweat fall from Josh’s brow and onto his nose and cheeks as Santino still has a firm hold onto his tie. Josh doesn’t know how to answer, not that he would even if he did know how. Josh just stammers and attempts to apologize, but never gets a full word or sentence out besides ‘I’.
Josh: I… I… uh… I… Ssss…
Santino: Shut your mouth!
Santino pulls Josh close using his own tie and then tosses him back causing him to crack his head on the door behind him. Santino sits down on the floor next to Josh touching shoulder to shoulder. Santino sits on the floor and pulls his knees up and rests his arms on them, still touching shoulders with Josh whom is now petrified as if he had just stared into Medusa’s eyes.
Santino: Josh…. Do you really think this curse talk bothers me? I have lost a match only a few times in my career here and every time it has come to a Champion. Do you know what that means for me? It means that I am better than everyone else in this company, save for two people and those two people aren’t better than me, just luckier than me. When I lost my Television Title to Kennedy it hurt, but did it get me down? No, I got stronger and a few weeks later I got my revenge by beating him in the middle of the ring single handedly. I redeemed myself for that loss just like I’m going to redeem myself when I beat the new Television champ tonight and move on in this tournament.
Josh hasn’t even as much as blinked since Santino sat down next to him. Josh is so terrified at what the unpredictable Santino might do that his sweat has even frozen itself in place as to not anger him.
Santino: Once I claim this tournament and become King I will trade my crown in for some gold around my waist. I may have lost to Ambrose last week, but with every defeat I get a bit stronger. With every loss I get wiser.
Santino reaches over with his right hand and pats Josh on the chest and the resounding thuds cause Josh to wince in pain, but he dare not reach up to rub his chest. Josh regrets even wincing, but what’s done is done and he can’t take it back now. Josh can’t even tell if Santino saw the slight wince, but he’s thankful for it.
Santino: I remember Ambrose saying that ‘Winter is Coming’… Ambrose you have no idea how right you are, but this isn’t the winter that you think is coming. This is all but the calm before the storm. You sit high on your iron throne enjoying the spoils of your winter, but what you don’t realize is that the true winter is coming. A true coldness that sends snowmen running for the warmth of a fire only to find that the fire has been frozen itself. A winter that sends the toughest of warriors crying like babes led to the slaughter. A winter that brings the dead back to life to walk the Earth in search of eternal warmth.
Santino stands back to his feet and then reaches down and pulls Josh to his as well. Josh still isn’t sure of what is going on or even what Santino is talking about, but he is scared and doesn’t want to make the wrong move.
Santino: I’m ready for Winter Dean, are you?
Santino opens the door behind Josh and shoves him into the hall. The dark locker room then slowly becomes darker and darker as Santino goes back over to the bench where we first saw him. He pulls his legs back up and begins rocking again as the room is engulfed in darkness and the show cuts to its next segment.
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Mar 26, 13 at 4:02pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
The One Man Band
Heath Slater is walking slowly down a corridor backstage. At first, the camera is positions so we only see him from behind. However, as the camera man moves to get a good shot of Slater's face, something odd becomes apparent. Slater is breathing erratically and vigorously rubbing a tissue against his eyes. It looks as if he is crying. Slater, not looking where he is going, bumps into a staff member backstage. Startled, he jumps back and apologises desperately.
Slater takes in a deep breath and looks at the camera, deciding that he is now calm enough to speak clearly enough for his words to be comprehended by the millions of viewers from around the globe. He addresses the TCW fans directly. He stutters slightly, but most of his speech is clear.
By inflecting on his last few sentence, Slater made it obvious to the fans that he was being sarcastic. Even his crying was fake. Slater suddenly bursts into laughter. He makes no attempt to hide the fact that he found his performance amusing. Eventually, Slater begins speaking again, this time in a more serious tone.
Slater holds his chin in the palm of his hand and ponders. He is wondering if he should end his speech here or if he say something else. Whatever he is considering adding to his speech, it is clearly something that would have ramifications for Slater, since he is so reluctant to decide. Eventually he sighs and continues talking.
Hopelessly overexcited, Slater twirls around and performs a strange tap dance. He performs a few exaggerated air guitar manoeuvres before leaping towards the camera. Upon landing, he freezes on the spot and finishes his phrase.
Most of the TCW fans have grown used to Slater's awkward shenanigans, but their mouths are still left hanging open as Slater's face disappears from the screen and the show progresses to the next segment. The fans try to get Slater's antics out of their minds, but this is not easily achieved.
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Mar 26, 13 at 4:15pm ^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 pebbles were beginning to tumble down. The rock was being crushed into a thick dust that clouded the air and made your lungs burn. The mountain was starting to come down. Chipped away at slowly, the stone would crumble and the extension of the earth would cave in and fall into the abyss. The ladder everyone climbed to break through the glass ceiling each one was sure existed was starting to burn. It was a glorious sight.
Wade cracked his neck as he sat in the parking lot of the Staples Center. The warm California air was refreshing from the heat of Arizona last week, but it still was a pain. The leather seats in the back of his rental were no doubt scorching, despite the open top. Barrett actually considered trying it before he brushed away the thought. There would be time for pain late in the night. When the world fell into its temporary darkness, that was when the demon would play. It brought a smile to Wade's face.
He glanced down at the digital clock. It was time to head in and start getting ready. A small sigh escaped his lips before Wade lazily opened the door. He found the preparations frivolous. All the flashing lights, the sound effects, the extravagant attires.....they aren't needed for just the fights for survival. Wade still enjoyed using them to as some help....some way to define him. Oh well, no reason to worry about it now. Wade opened up his trunk and grabbed his bag, throwing the strap over his shoulder. No need to handle it with care. Boots, tights, pads......not much importance. But things that were important started slipping into his mind.
Last week it was a predator you could learn about. In this jungle, full of every type of being you could imagine, there are so many predators you could still study and learn about. They were all human, all just men, but some of them....were different. Some of them weren't normal links of the chain. When concerning Cody Rhodes, Wade knew about him. But the Boogeyman.....a predator he couldn't truly study.
Was he like a cobra? Or a gorilla? Or even like...a lion? It was interesting. A battle of predators, neither truly knowing about the other. Wade could feel the adrenaline spike. This was a fight he enjoyed. The tearing of their skin, the blood upon their claws. Wars of the jungle, victors feasting upon the losers. Unknown inhabitants, struggling for their own life. Crossing paths, whether due to chance or a greater power. Wade lived for moments like these. The chill was running up his spine as he imagined the cries of agony that awaited. They would feed the demon without a doubt.
Who would have the edge in this battle of beasts, the idea entertained him. Wade was the brawler, with each one of his blows able to break bones. The addiction to pain was his way to continue the fights even when he knows he shouldn't. Both taking it and causing it. And Boogeyman.....fear and confusion. Like a poison that crept through your bloodstream and didn't go away once it was injected. That was his main method of fighting. He had claws, he had fangs, but the poison was how he tried to start and end his hunts. Wade licked his lips as the back door of the arena fell shut behind him. Oh, this was exhilarating. And the actual battle in that ring would no doubt put the thoughts to shame. Wade wasn't worried. He had lived in the abyss for years. The demon inside him was enveloped in the flames of hell, lashing out, trying to lick the pain as his meal. The Boogeyman? There was no reason to be afraid of the dark.
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Mar 26, 13 at 4:49pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
TCW Television Champion
Finisher: Apocalypse Rising (Double Arm Underhook DDT)
The scene opens as we see Josh Mathews limping down a long grey corridor. His tie is hanging down to the left, his suit jacket has a few tears in it from his encounter earlier with The Master Of Judo Santino. Mathews is in a bad way. As he stumbles down the corridor, relying the wall to lean on for support he wonders how he keeps getting himself into these situations. Yes it was another tough night for the TCW head interviewer. All he wanted to do was grab a shower, a bite to eat and get to his bed. He would make a complaint with Flair in the morning he thought to himself as he neared the exit. It was then he stopped dead in his tracks. Like the proverbial deer caught in the headlights. Infront of him stood the man whom had savagely attacked him a few weeks back. The long hair hanging messily over his face. Underneath was the unmistakable smirk of Drew McIntyre
Drew McIntyre: Joshy Boy it looks like you've been having a rough night! Did the big bad judo king beat you up?
Mathews tried to reply but he had a shooting pain in his lung. McIntyre cared not a jot as it was a rhetorical question. He continued on ignoring Mathews wincing in pain
Drew McIntyre: Your a pathetic excuse for a man. I don't need you for this interview anyway. I just need this camera to film, and I need Santino to listen.
Standing upright a growling straight down the camera lens as though McIntyre was set to face the cameraman tonight. He holds his Television Title belt over his left shoulder and addresses his second round opponent
Drew McIntyre: Now Santino my man! Your looking a little flustered and angry backstage. Had the darkness come to turn you early? Can you feel it in your lungs? In your heart? In your soul? Is it because deep in the darkest corners of your mind you actually WANT to lose to me tonight? As a way of proving that this curse is real after all and it's not just that your career is over? That you can't win the big one? A man like you doesn't deserve to be King Of The Ring. That accolade should go to The King Of Darkness!
Knowing how Santino has been feeling in recent weeks Mcintyre behind to exploit those feelings of self doubt. Playing mind games with The Italian One
Drew McIntyre: This just isn't your time Santino. I'll go as far as to ask why your even here? Do you want to be in this business? Are you not tired of the heartbreak? Tired of the pain your body takes both mentally and physically everytime you step through that curtain into the ring? Tired of it all being for nothing? Santino bigger men have walked away from this business with injures that will haunt them forever. Look at Austin. Broken neck. Knees shattered. And for what purpose? Mick Foley is walking around with half an ear! How do you think his kids feel looking at their father? And for what purpose? Does anyone even remember Droz?! He can't even walk due to what he left in this ring. His life ruined because of this business! Do you want to go down that road Santino? To injure yourself beyond repair to NEVER win the big one? You have to ask yourself if its worth it. To be a nobody. A non entity in this company. Or you can retire. Lead a normal life with your normal family. If I were you I'd choose the later and choose it quickly because if you step through the ropes and into The Champion's ring tonighy you will end up worse off than those guys. I promise you Santino. Living life in a wheelchair and having your meals through a straw is not how you want to spend your remaining days on this earth. I hope for your sake you heed my advice and I don't see you out there tonight.
McIntyre hoists his belt over the opposite shoulder and without saying another word walks off leaving Mathews feeling relieved that no more harm came to himself. Mathews hobbled down the remaining few steps of the corridor, pushed the bar on the door and walked off.
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Mar 26, 13 at 4:53pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Finisher: Depths of Despair (Face First Reverse Powerbomb)
After another outstanding episode of TCW Warzone drew to a close we had now eventually found out the participants in the King of The Ring second round, and we had also witnessed a new TV Champion being crowned. After finding out his fate The Boogeyman now knew who lay in wait for him next week, his next victim in the king of the ring tournament would be none other than Wade Barrett. Shortly afterwards the draw was announced a video had went viral online......
It is pitch black outside as nightfall descends in the skyline. The moon escapes from the clouds for a brief moment, the shimmer of light beaming across the sky which is providing much needed light as the street lamps on the road ahead are either broken or flickering with a dim red glow resulting in next to no light. The calmness in the air is interrupted by dead leaves skipping off the road surface nearby, most likely due to the howling of the wind which was now escalating at a ferocious pace. The road ahead was a long and winding one with potholes dotted all across it from top to bottom. In view just ahead a building was just about visible, most of it hidden by the trees which seemed to go on forever.
As we get closer to the building all that can be heard is the continued progression of the wind as it picks up in speed and the faint crunch of boots as they add more damage to the already poorly maintained road. Straight up ahead is a car park which leads directly to the premises. As the sound of the footsteps become faster and faster a voice pierces through the sound of the wind...
"Not long to go now, we are nearly here."
At that moment it is clear that the voice is that of the Soul Destroyer, The Boogeyman. Standing in his long hooded cloak and military style boots he approaches a fence which has a "NO TRESPASSING" sign hanging from it, swaying from side to side. To gain access to the abandoned building The Boogeyman would have to climb. He takes off his cloak and throws it over the fence, using it as a protective cover from the barbed wire which was the only obstacle standing in his way from reaching the other side of the fence. He begins to scale the fence carefully and slowly but surely makes it over. He throws his hooded cloak back over his shoulders and continues to walk through the derelict car park where there is not a vehicle in sight, it's like a scene from a zombie film. Once through the car park a loud bang breaks the noise of the wins, birds can be seen fleeing away as the wind topples one of the trees over and sends it crashing onto the area where The Boogeyman had been standing only a few seconds earlier. Puffing out his cheeks in relief at the near miss, he continues on his journey. A few stairs is all that separates The Boogeyman and the entrance to the building. As he stood still at the boarded up doorway he surveyed the rest of the building. Most of the windows were either no longer there or smashed to pieces. It looked as if it had been abandoned for decades and now looked close to disrepair. As he kicked through the wood that had covered the entrance he whispers....
"Welcome to the mental asylum"
If it wasn't clear before, it was now. The Boogeyman had taken us to an old abandoned mental asylum on the outskirts of town which appeared to have been out of use for several years. Graffiti was scribbled all over the walls, anything from people tagging their names to sexual images to more sinister drawings. Trolley beds were scattered randomly outside in the hallway of the wards and the paint was starting to fall off all around.
"Sorry about the mess, i don't usually invite guests round"
Approaching the foot of the stairway Boogeyman starts making his way up the stairs, eventually stopping once he has reached the top floor. He looks left and scans across the landing before turning to his right and then begins walking down the full length of the hallway. With each step he takes the floorboards creak, some parts don't even have any footing, just a drop that seems to go on for miles, perhaps to the very depths of hell itself. There is a constant drip of water from one of the holes in the roof, either that or a tap still running in one of the rooms nearby. The sound of footsteps and murmurs from each doorway, although nobody else is in the building, adds an extra creepy feel to the old building. The Soul Destroyer stops in front of a big massive room, presumably where some rituals had taken place in the past as the room was completely empty aside from hundreds of candles that covered every inch of the floor and a massive pentagram that had been painted on the wall. He scurries off into the corner of the room picking up an empty glass jar before tapping on it 3 times with his dirty fingernails.
"Austin Aries..............CM Punk..............Ryback...........Their souls all successfully collected and contained in this jar."
As crazy as he is, he was right. Since defeating the 3 individuals he named, they have either not been seen since or have been walking around aimlessly, a shadow of their former self. He would soon hope to add another name to that list next week......... Wade Barrett!!!
"So it seems that poor old Wade has drawn the short straw, unlucky. You have tasted several defeats already in your time in TCW so i am sure you are used to the feeling of going home disappointed as it is now standard procedure for you lose a match straight after winning the week before. You are Mr 50/50. Last week you scraped past Cody Rhodes and so this week the sun and the moon align once again for you to face defeat head on. There will be no escape, i will show no mercy upon you and believe me when i say this; I will rip you from limb to limb, i will look deep into your eyes as you are pinned for the 3 count. Not only will i progress into the next round of the king of the ring tournament but MORE importantly another soul will be collected and added to THIS jar and this will happen EVERY single week until HE feels it is time to make his presence known."
Exactly who "HE" is was still unknown to everyone apart from The Boogeyman and perhaps his disciples. One thing for certain was that The Boogeyman was a completely different "thing" since we had last seen him in WWE.
"People often want to ask me but don't have the balls to approach me: "Boogeyman what happened to you?" Well let me explain to you EXACTLY what happened.....
At first i felt it's shadow. Next minute all i remember was being launched across the room, breaking through a mirror that was hung on the wall on the opposite side of the room from where i was originally standing. As i felt the life slip away from me i felt something crash into me with force and i could not fight back. My spirit then escaped my body and hovered above, watching as my soul began to vanish and the color drain from my face and then suddenly it went dark. I thought i would never find out who or what did that to me, i claimed 5 lives in my pursuit of finding the real truth but when i found out what had actually transpired that fateful day it changed my whole outlook on life. I had been spared, a pact had been made, a debt owed. For HE seen something in me, gave me a second chance, a reason to live, a reason to truly be MYSELF.
Pausing and taking a breathe, the excitement in Boogeyman's voice is obvious to all who are watching the video, like a kid waking up on Christmas day asking their parents if they can open their presents.
"So Barrett if you think that you can actually put a stop to the Soul Destroyer then you are sadly mistaken. All you are good for is your bare knuckle fighting background, but what good will your hands be to you when i crush them in a mechanical vice and break your fingers? What will you do then?."
Staring blankly into the abyss, it seems The Boogeyman is awaiting a reply to his question, all the while knowing full well he won't get one. Shaking his head and shrugging his shoulders he continues.
"For all of you out there AND i include Wade Barrett in this, that are still foolish to enough to think evil is just a word...... a myth. Its standing in front of you right now. IT'S RIGHT HERE, YOU ARE LOOKING AT IT................... I'M RIGHT HERE!!!
Violently pounding his chest with his fist, The Boogeyman is in a crazed state of mind as always, but more so tonight than any other from what we have seen of him since being in TCW. His confidence is growing with each passing week, as he bulldozes his way through the competition. He knows that he is more powerful than any man, not just in TCW, but in life. The conviction in which The Boogeyman speaks makes it clear that this is no game, he truly believes in a higher power, he has clearly seen through his own eyes the true force of evil.
"Now if you will excuse me i have some preparation i need to do for next Tuesday. Good luck Wade, i'll be keeping a close eye on you, closer than you think"
As he delivers his final chilling message he makes his way round each candle. The Boogeyman lights them up one at a time until the room is a sea of lit candles. He places them carefully which creates a circle with barely enough room for him to move. As he crouches and falls onto his knees, he reaches deep into his cloaked pocket and fetches out a small pin. He then holds out his right hand and pricks his middle finger with the pin before blood slowly begins to drop onto the floor forming a small red pool. It appears a ritual is in full swing and as he begins to shout aloud in Latin a gust of wind flies through the cracks of the windows in the room and the candles all at once blow out. With the room in complete darkness and The Boogeyman still relentlessly muttering away in the background, the video draws to a close and that is the end of the footage.
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Mar 26, 13 at 6:32pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
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Taz: We're sure to have a rocketbustah of a night for you here, stay tuned for some awsome act-
Taz is soon cut off by a familiar theme, which once again, just like old times, elicits an incredibly heated reaction with boos echoing around the arena. After a few moments, the man (or should I now say men) themselves step out from behind the stage set... The Brian Kendrick, with Paul Heyman following close behind. Slowly, the former World Heavyweight Champion saunters down the ramp, looking arrogantly from side to side, ignoring all of the abuse being thrown his way. He rolls into the ring underneath the bottom rope, before snatching the microphone from the ring announcer and immediately lifting it up to his mouth.
Suddenly, Kendrick is stopped mid sentance by FEED ME MORE echoing through the arena soundsystem. He drops the microphone as he stares up the ramp, and before long Ryback steps out from behind the stage and begins storming down to the ring. He slides into the ring under the bottom rope and starts after Kendrick, but both men are soon distracted by a voice echoing around the arena.
Both men look around in confusion before looking towards the titan-tron, and seeing the World Champion, Dean Ambrose, staring back at them. The Champ is holding a handheld camera, and grimacing down the lens, peering at them through his piercing, narrowed eyes.
With that, the titan-tron goes blank, and Ryback looks bemused, before turning around... Straight into a superkick from Kendrick! Immediately after the impact Kendrick ducks out of the ring, dragging Heyman away as quickly as he can! Once he is at a safe distance, Kendrick begins to smirk, and he glares up at Ryback cockily as the monster stares back, holding his jaw.
Booker T: Oh mah goodness what a way to start the show!
Cole: Once again Kendrick and Heyman gain the upper hand on Ryback! But what part could Ambrose have to play in all of this?
Booker T: I have no idea Cole, but you know it's time for our first match now!
Second Round KOTR Match
The Boogeyman vs. Wade Barrett
Boogeyman starts off the match with some ferocious fists to Barrett's temple, followed by an atomic drop on Barrett's tailbone. The Englishman turns around, then goes on the offensive with a barrage of elbows to Boogeyman, sending him down to the ground. Barrett continues to bruise his opponent with stomps to the face and chest, then a legdrop to the head. Boogeyman rolls onto his stomach, but Barrett just grabs him and puts him in a headlock before he can get to his feet. Boogeyman struggles for a few moments but easily gets out of it by flipping Barrett forward onto his back. Barrett quickly rises to his feet, but is hit by a powerful shoulder block. He gets up again and is then hit by The Boogeyman's elbows. With his opponent on his knees, Boogeyman lifts him up for an inverted suplex. Barrett's back hits the mat hard and his face twists in pain. Looking to put his opponent away, Boogeyman climbs to the top rope and calls for a splash. He jumps, but Barrett rolls out of the way at the last second. The Englishman then goes back on the offensive with a flurry of punches to Boogeyman's body, followed by a European uppercut. He then pulls Boogeyman to his feet forcibly by the arm. Wrenching the limb, Barrett then hits the Bullhammer! He covers. 1...2...3! Barrett moves on to the third round!
Cole: What are you saying? This man was my favorite going into the tournament and now he's my favorite to win. Just like Florida Gulf Coast was my favorite going into March Madness.
Booker T: Why yes. I'm sure he was and I'm sure they were. Up next...wait a second.
Cult Of Personality hits as the fans have mixed excitement about Punk's arrival in the Warzone. He heads down the ramp and steps into the same ring where he lost the TV Title match last week. "Right this is how this is going to work. I'm only hear to call someone out and then i'm going to hop back on Flight 342 straight back to Tokyo and out of this...place.(Punk takes a deep breath and goes for it) Ric Flair, Get your ass out here now!....Come on Ric!" Instantly the crowd goes wild as the 'Woo' is heard and Ric's theme begins to play. But the lights in the Warzone go out and a hooded man is seen on the Titantron. Taiji-" I told you, Jack. I am here and so are you. And Ric is not coming out there....but i am!". Punk sprints out of the ring and runs up the ramp and through the curtain.
Cole: I'm not sure. Looks like CM Punk hasn't taken a liking to our newest member of the TCW roster.
Taz: I'm not sure where I stand on this matter yet. Our next match of the evening is Cody Rhodes against a debuting William Regal.
Cody Rhodes vs. William Regal
Dashing Cody Rhodes stands across for Sir William Regal, as the bell rings. Both men hit the center of the ring and tie up immediately, battling for strength. Just when Rhodes seems to be prevailing in the battle, Regal shows his veteran superiority by locking his leg behind Rhodes’ and twisting him to the ground! Regal doesn’t let up for a second, gripping hard with a side-headlock, while Rhodes gets to his feet, trying to break the headlock. He sends elbow after elbow into the veteran’s ribcage, but Regal doesn’t let go. Instead, he begins sending hard fists to the forehead of Rhodes, who desperately tries avoiding these shots to protect his face. Regal flips Rhodes again for a Judo takedown, and sends a few more shots to the face of Rhodes. Here, Rhodes begins feeling anger well up, and again wrestles to his feet. He sends another hard elbow, and this time takes Regal down with a Russian Leg Sweep! He breaks away, and makes his way to the corner to catch a breath, and as Regal starts to get up, hits him with a stiff boot to the face. In violent anger, Rhodes now delivers boot after boot to the downed Regal, before running to drop a hard knee drop on his face! Rhodes lifts Regal up, and puts him back down with a beautiful standing dropkick. He makes the cover, One-Two-Kickout! Rhodes can’t believe that he didn’t make the count, but he doesn’t waste a second, as he picks Regal back up… but Regal quickly spins Rhodes around for a Regal Plex! Both men are down, but Rhodes is unmoving! Regal makes the cover! One-Two-No! Regal seemed to pull the cover up himself! But why? He stands up, pulling Rhodes up with him, and he stalks behind Rhodes…Power of the Punch! But Rhodes ducks it! And he runs to the second rope to rebound… and he hits the Beautiful Disaster Kick! Regal crumples to a heap on the floor, as Rhodes makes the cover. One-Two-Three!
Cole: Yeah, but I'm happy it went the way it did! The guy I chose to win won, as always!
Taz: Haha, Cole, shut your damn mouth.
Michael Cole- What a fantastic match..wait there we have a incident in the back.
(Camera goes to the back)
CM Punk and Taiji Ishimori are fighting and crashing into things in the back. Punk lands a jab and busts Ishimori's bottom lip. Taiji stumbles then connects to Punk's eye with his right forearm. The security guards storm in like a Swat team and grabs both men forcing them apart. Punk attempts to get the last laugh and trys a Roundhouse kick that misses Taiji and connects to a security guard. "Enough!" yells Arn Anderson who is makes a cameo. "This ends right now. Get Ishimori out of here and Punk you better head to the ring. Because you've got Kurt Angle next!". The scene ends with the security guard recently hit with a roundhouse kick, Laying in a puddle of blood from a cut on his head and another guard yelling "Can we get some help over here!". And Warzone heads to a break.
The show comes back on and both competitors are already in the ring.
Second Round KOTR Match
CM Punk vs. Kurt Angle
As the bell sounds and the two competitors circle each other in the ring, a deafening cheer starts in the crowd. "ANGLE! ANGLE! ANGLE!" Kurt Angle walks to the ropes and flexes for the fans, who cheer him on. CM Punk takes advantage of this by hitting Angle with a neckbreaker. Punk viciously kicks Angle in the face and neck as the Olympian rises to his feet. As Angle throws a few punches of his own, Punk sneaks in a low blow. Angle grabs the ropes to support himself and Punk lifts him onto his shoulders. Punk walks to the middle of the ring, looking to hit the GTS but Angle falls forward out of Punk's arms, hitting his opponent with a bulldog as they both fall to the mat. Angle runs and grabs Punk's foot for the Angle Lock! Punk reaches for the ropes but is forced to tap out almost immediately. As Angle's hand is raised, fans chant "WE WILL MISS YOU!"
Booker T: He already announced he will retire after the tournament, so what a way to go out by becoming the King of the Ring.
Taz: I'd love to see a storybook ending like that, Booker. Unfortunately, in the world of wrestling, endings are rarely that good.
Cole: I agree with you Taz. That won't happen.
Triple Threat Match
Number One Contender's for the TV Title
Roman Reigns vs. Matt Hardy vs. Daniel Bryan
The triple threat contest begins, as the crowd favorite Daniel Bryan, the Man Who Will Not Die Matt Hardy, and the Ruler and Killer Roman Reigns all stand equidistant from each other. Bryan strokes his beard, as he eyes his two opponents. He knows the two of them hate each other, but he also knows that he’s the smaller opponent, and will likely be picked on, especially by Matt Hardy whose only other option is Reigns. Finally, the stalemate is broken as Matt Hardy flies across the ring and hits a forearm to the face of Reigns, and continues with shots from his elbow to the face. Bryan soon gets in on the fighting, delivering hard kicks to the thigh of Reigns, as the two obviously begin a double team assault strategy. But no! Reigns sends a punch into Hardy’s gut, and another into Bryan’s chest, and he’s back to his feet. He grabs Bryan for a belly-to-belly suplex and slings him across the ring. When he stands back up, Hardy delivers a knee to the abdomen, and follows up with a side-headlock bulldog. Hardy is the last man standing, as he climbs atop the ropes to go for a Hardy Leg Drop on Reigns… but Bryan re-enters the fray by hitting a huge running dropkick to the foot of Hardy, who falls down onto the ropes! Reigns is back on his feet, and delivers a hard punch to Hardy’s face, and picks Hardy up over his head in a Military press! He spins around slowly, in a show of strength, but suddenly notices Bryan on the turnbuckle! He jumps, hitting a cross body on Reigns, who drops Hardy onto Bryan’s back. Both Bryan and Hardy are on top of the downed Reigns, as the ref begins the count! One-Two-No! In an amazing show of strength, Reigns lifts both men off of him to get his shoulder up! Reigns is powering back to his feet, with both of the smaller men scrambling to hold him down, but he explodes with a massive spear on Hardy, who rolls out of the ring soon after. Bryan is left alone with Reigns now, and he takes advantage of Reigns’ downed position by delivering a hard kick to the chest, followed by repeating it as the crowd chanted “Yes!” and finishing with a huge kic… No! Reigns ducks the final kick and is on his feet. He twists Bryan in a massive neckbreaker, and follows that up by lifting him back up for a huge Powerbomb! Just as Bryan is high above the mat, he sends a sharp blow down to the face of Reigns! He then falls back and takes Roman’s arm and applies the No! Lock! Reigns has no choice but to tap! Bryan is the Number One Contender for the TV Title!
Cole:Yes, but when will he get his shot?
Taz: Probably as soon as Drew McIntyre is free for a week!
Cole: And knowing how he is, that may be a few more weeks!
Booker TDawg, I think you're forgetting that his opponent is Santino! And he's one pissed off dude. Let's tune in for this next match.
Second Round KOTR Match
Antonio Cesaro vs. Heath Slater
The two men lock up and Cesaro easily takes control. He places Salter in a headlock and delivers a few blows to his head. Cesaro then whips Slater lightly and pulls him back in for a big boot. The Swiss Sensation continues to stomp on Slater's body before climbing the turnbuckle. He goes for a bodysplash, but Slater brings up his shins as a shield. Slater's knees go into Cesaro ribs and the big man goes down. The One-Man Band goes on the offensive with kicks to Cesaro's skulls. He places his opponent in a Boston crab, but Cesaro easily overpowers him and throws him off. Cesaro then whips Slater into the ropes and hits him with a sidewalk slam. He brings Slater up and lifts him for an inverted suplex. Cesaro takes a few steps around the ring to arrogantly show off his strength. He falls back and crushes Slater's back on the mat. Using the ropes for added leverage, he puts one foot on Slater's chest, then the other. The Swiss man puts all his weight onto his opponent's body before the ref eventually orders him off. Slater gets to his feet and backhand-slaps Cesaro. His opponent grabs him by the collar and Slater puts one leg behind Cesaro, placing himself in a perfect position for an STO. He whips his hair and plays his air guitar, then gets to the top rope with one hop. Cesaro gets to his feet just as Slater leaps and he grabs him in the air! Cesaro adjusts Slater's body for the Neutralizer and hits it! Slater's leg twitches as Cesaro covers. 1...2...3!
Taz: And we have our third member to make the semifinals.
Booker T: But the big question is, can any of these men beat Santino Marella?
Cole: He might not even make it to the next round. He faces the TV Champ, Drew McIntyre, next.
Second Round KOTR Match
Drew McIntyre vs. Santino Marella
McIntyre circles Santino Marella, who just stands there and stares at his opponent. McIntyre attempts to grapple Santino, but the judo master tosses him aside. He tries again, and this time Santino reverses it and takes control. He knees McIntyre in the ribs a few times before taking him down with a DDT. He gets back to his feet quickly to assess the damage to his face and Santino grabs him from behind for a neckbreaker. Santino proceeds to whip McIntyre towards the ropes and sends im onto the arena floor. He follows the man and tosses him into the crowd barricade. Using all of his strength, McIntyre charges at Santino, surprising him, and sends him into the corner post. McIntyre then grabs ahold of Santino's head and punches it into the post. He stomps on the judo master a few times before climbing back into the ring. Unbeknownst to him, Santino gets to his knees and pulls down on McIntyre's legs, sending his chin onto the canvas. With the referee counting to eight, Santino grabs McIntyre and brings him back into the ring, not wanting the match to end in a count-out. He attempts to Irish whip McIntyre into the corner, but the Scotsman instead throws Santino. He attacks his opponent with chops to the chest before lifting him up for a powerbomb. Santino looks knocked out! Drew goes for the pin, but Santino was playing possum. He wraps his legs around McIntyre's neck and tugs on his left arm with both of his hands. McIntyre cannot reach a rope, so he pounds Santino's hands to free his arm. With both fists, he punches Santino in the gut to listen his grip around his neck. He is soon free and grabs the ropes as he takes a moment to catch his breath. Drew turns around and is met with a shoulder block. Santino then grabs onto his opponent's head and hits a running bulldog. He lifts Drew up for a quick suplex, then follows up with a hip toss. Those who enjoy Santino call for the Rolling Black Out. Santino hears them and decides to answer their request. He hovers over McIntyre's body, brings him to his feet, and hits it! Rolling Black Out! McIntyre taps immediately, but the ref has to physically force Santino off him before he gives up the hold.
Booker T: I can't say I liked how he ended the match, though.
Cole: Come on, Booker. All he did was send a message to the others in the tournament.
Booker T: Hardly. And it looks like now we'll send it backstage to Maria with Mr. Kennedy.
The look on Kennedy's face shows sadness and regret. Refusing to look directly at the man, Maria appears as if she does not even want to be in the same room as him. She takes an annoyed sigh before starting the interview.
"Hello, everyone. Tonight I have the former, that's right former, TCW Television Champion, Mr. Kennedy. Mr. Kennedy, you requested this interview in order to make an announcement. What is this announcement you speak of?"
Kennedy takes the time to run his hands over his face before answering. The pain from this speech is physically hurting him. He starts speaking in order to dull it.
"Maria, last week you and the entire world saw as I failed to defend my title. With no outside help, I was defeated by one Drew McIntyre, who in all truth deserved it. I just don't know what it has been. I've taking a downturn and I can't seem to make it back up. I lost to The Rock in record time, I lost to Roman Reigns, and I would have lost the title to Rock had it not been for you and Heath Slater. I couldn't even beat Santino again, the man I won the TV Championship from in the first place. I thought, maybe it's just the matches I'm being put in. Nothing is on the line, I won't lose anything if I fail to win. And then I was placed in a Fatal 4-Way. 'Great,' I thought, 'this is different. This can fire me back up and start another winning streak.' But then I got nervous and hostile. I snapped at you, and you left me. I lost the TV Championship; that's all on me. My announcement tonight is that I'm taking some time off from TCW and wrestling in general. I don't know when I'll be back. Could be months, could be years. Just, Maria, when I do return, wanna go out for some coffee?"
Hands open upward as if he is genuinely asking, Kennedy tilts his head towards Maria. He still has feelings for her, and he is trying to apologize in one of the few ways he knows how. A shocked expression passes over Maria, followed by forgiveness.
"I, think I would like that."
"Thank you. TCW, until next time, I'm Mr. Kennedy. See you."
Booker T: Looks like Mr. Kennedy is out of here, dawg.
Taz: And for a man like Mr. Kennedy, he sure did it with a lot of reverence.
Booker T: I agree. Up next is our main event. Batista versus the TCW World Heavyweight Champ, Dean Ambrose.
Batista vs. Dean Ambrose
The main event of the evening begins as the TCW Champion stands across the ring from “The Animal” Batista. Dean Ambrose walks around the perimeter of the ring, while Batista creeps closer and closer to the Champ. The two continue circling, Batista invading the inner circle on multiple occasions, but Ambrose always wisely avoiding him. Finally, Batista caves and lets loose in a dash towards Ambrose, running at him for a clothesline – But it’s ducked! Ambrose is in control, as he sends right jab after right jab into the jaw of The Animal! Batista goes for a huge haymaker, but Ambrose ducks it again, and runs to rebound off the ropes before returning with a massive dropkick to the chest of Batista! The Champ is on a roll, as he stands above the fallen Batista, and drives a hard boot into his chest! And another into his face! Batista is struggling to get to his feet, as Ambrose is continually kicking him. Batista makes it his mission to crawl to the ropes, begins pulling himself to a standing position, all the while getting pelted with shots from Ambrose. Ambrose goes for a punch on the now standing Batista… but no! Batista catches the Champs fist! He delivers a few hard shots of his own – one, two three – before pushing Ambrose back towards the ropes! Ambrose has nothing to do but backpedal until he hits the ropes, and then he rebounds back to Batista… who nails him with a fierce shoulder block! Batista lifts Ambrose to his knees, just to send him back to the mat with a clubbing forearm to the back of the skull! And now he locks in a powerful Camel Clutch, pulling away at the Champ, but will he tap? No, Ambrose slowly pulls himself to his knees, and then wiggles from Batista’s grasp. He gives himself a bit of distance from the larger man, before twisting onto his back and entering an offensive position. When Batista approaches him again, Ambrose delivers a fierce upwards kick to the abdomen of Batista. Batista stumbles backwards, and falls to his knees, catching his breath. Ambrose is on him in seconds, and he hits a major DDT! Ambrose smirks as he looks down at the behemoth laying before him, before glancing up towards the entrance and his face quickly drops into a less positive expression, for storming down the ramp towards the ringside area is Ryback! Kendrick quickly jumps off of commentary and throws his headset down, spotting Ryback making a beeline for him. He begins running away from the monster, shamelessly retreating from the man baying for his blood! Kendrick slides into the ring beneath the bottom rope and runs across, followed by Ryback, but the fearless World Champion stops Ryback in his tracks with several strong shots to the head! Ryback however looks unphased, and pushes Ambrose away before taking him down with a ferocious Lariat! The bell rings, signalling a Disqualification victory for Dean Ambrose! He snorts as he glares down at the Champ, before slowly picking him up and lifting him up for the Shellshock... But before he can land the move Brian Kendrick launches himself at his leg, slamming a steel chair into the knee of the montrosity that is Ryback! He drops Ambrose and crumples down, dropping to one knee, before Kendrick lands a massive steel chair shot into the skull of Ryback which sends him dropping down to the mat in a heap! Kendrick looks down at Ryback, before looking down at Ambrose, and smirking at both men on the ground as the cameras move to face the commentary team...
Taz: I can't believe what I've just seen! Ryback, Kendrick, Ambrose, I didn't know where to look!
Booker T: Yeah, dawg, I doubt this is the last we've seen of these three in the same ring...
Taz: Crazy! Maybe Ryback will find his way into the Main Event at the Pay Per View!
Cole: Speculations aside, that's all the time we have here tonight! Good night everybody, thanks for joining us!
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