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Mar 27, 13 at 11:03pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
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Future TCW TV Champion
Daniel Bryan's theme song goes over the PA and the crowd pops loudly. Daniel Bryan appears on the titatontron.
Daniel Bryan: I didn't think I could do it. No one thought I could do it. Everyone thought I was the underdog. Forever to be a jobber to the stars. Unstoppable losing streak but not anymore. BECAUSE YOUR LOOKING AT THE NEW TV TITLE NUMBER ONE CONTENDER! YES! I did it. YES! I finally won something decent! YES! YES! YES!
Daniel Bryan suddenly comes walking down the ramp and the crowd pops louder. They thought they were going to get a no show from Bryan just like Drew McIntyre does but it seems this time will be different. Daniel Bryan was loved everywhere by everyone. He didn't know why exactly. Was it because he was an underdog? Was it because he was exactly like every other babyface kissing up to the fans? Or was it because they simply loved him. Daniel watched as he walked down the ramp at kids shaking there friends, so excited that there favourite superstar had made an apperance. Then there is the older, more hardcore fans. They are cheering loudly also because they know of Daniel's Independent career. Then there is the hardcore Drew McIntyre fans. They obviously hate Daniel now after what he has said about him and the fact that he is a chance to take the title from Drew. Daniel walks over to Lillan and gets a microphone off her. But not before kissing her on the hand.
Booker T: My boy D-Bryan is smooth.
Michael Cole: What are you talking about. Your "boy" Daniel Bryan is the opposite of smooth. He is a nerd, loser and I can't wait for him to beat by Drew McIntyre. It's going to show him not to mess with the big players, not to mess with the TV Title and best of all, not to mess with Drew McIntyre.
Booker T: One day Cole, I'm going to get my D-Bryan to put that Yes! Lock on you and tell him not to let you out until you learn to show a little respect.
Daniel Bryan rolls into the ring and the crowd pop loudly. They start a YES! Chant and Daniel smiles at the crowd. The question once again comes up off why the crowd really likes Daniel. But he puts that thought out of his mind and starts to speak.
Daniel Bryan: Thank you everyone for that warm reception. I'm glad to be here with you guys to celebrate my big win. I AM NOW THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDER. This win is going to give me alot of oppurtinites like the title match, the chance to wrestle one of my rivals and the chance to make it up to you fans. You fans stuck with me through the losses, the squashes and everything else. I knew if I kept working I could win and here I am. Next in line for a match for the TV Title. And a chance for Vegeance. A title match and a chance for Vegeance. Against a man I lost to twice in a row. Drew McIntyre, The Chosen One and the TCW TV Champion.
The fans boo loudly as Daniel shakes his head. He still has nightmares from when his skull crashed into the canvas and his skull cracked. The feeling that his brain was squashed is a feeling he never wants to imagine again. Drew McIntyre's voice in his head. Telling him his not good enough. Singing him a nursery rhyme as he lies on the ground unconcious with the fans looking at him like he had a disablity of some sort.
Daniel Bryan: Drew, before I was mad and I was losing focus. I was taking you seriously but maybe just a little to seriously. I thought you were impossible to beat but your vunerable. Just like me. Your vunerable. And I see that now. I'm sorry Drew. I didn't give you my best and I'm sorry for that. You deserved better than that. I may not like you and I might hate your guts but everyone deserves to be given there best. You fans might disagree and hate Drew McIntyre. But his a competitor just like me, Kurt Angle, Cody Rhodes, Antonio Cesaro, CM Punk, William Regal and every superstar on the roster.
The crowd boo at the thought of Drew McIntyre being an equal but its true. The funny thing is, Drew McIntyre is actually higher than most superstars because he is the champion but Daniel isn't going to tell them that. They have booed him enough for one night.
Daniel Bryan: Bottom line Drew, I'm going to beat you. I'm going to take the TV Title and embrass you. This is our third match together and as everyone knows, third times the charm. Drew McIntyre, I have just one thing to say to you. You either snap or you tap. I await your response Drew, I'll see you in the ring.
Daniel Bryan leaves the ring and the crowd explode. What an amazing promo. The question is though, whose going to win this important match?
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Mar 28, 13 at 11:54am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Rolling Black Out (Rolling DDT Guillotine) | Death by Judo (Tazplex)
The following is a TCW.Com Exclusive
TCW cameras rush to the back after Santino’s match against Drew McIntyre to get a word with the Italian One. After some scurrying the cameraman finally makes it to Santino who is heading into the trainer’s room with an ice pack on his head. Not far behind the cameraman is Matt Striker with microphone in hand.
Matt Striker: Santino! Santino!
Santino slowly turns around holding the ice pack on his head from where McIntyre had slammed his head into the ring post. He slowly removes the ice pack to show that a nice sized lump has formed and a small trickle of blood seems to be coming from a pin size hole right in the center of the lump. Santino doesn’t seem to be too pleased with this barrage from Matt, but is too tired to do anything about it at this point.
Matt Striker: I was just wondering if we could get a quick interview with you for TCW.com and the TCW app?
Santino realizes that blood is now dribbling down his face and is quick to wipe it off with his hand, stares at it, then wipes it on his chest. He just stares at Matt Striker for a few moments and doesn’t bother to say anything to him or to answer his question.
Matt Striker: Why are you going to the trainer’s room? Are you injured? How will that affect your next match in the tournament?
Again Santino says nothing to Matt Striker. He stands there and moves the ice pack back to his forehead over the lump, but doesn’t say a word. Striker isn’t sure how to handle this situation and there are a few awkward silent moments that pass before anyone says anything.
Matt Striker: What do you think your chances are of winning the tournament?
Striker reaches over with the microphone closer than he has with the last couple questions, but still there’s no response from Santino. Matt Striker begins to get a little peeved and snaps a nasty attitude at Santino.
Matt Striker: Well you’ve been a wonderful person to talk to, but there’s some paint drying over there and I think I’ll interview it instead.
Santino doesn’t seem to be bothered by this and Matt walks away affectively ending the interview. Santino turns and walks into the trainer’s room and closes the door behind him.
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Mar 28, 13 at 2:18pm ^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, "Sir" William Regal.
Regal: Good lad you remembered my title, sorry I don't have any treats with me so you'll have to do without.
Striker:... Ok.... well...
Regal: Spit it out and get on with it Mr Striker, my times precious.
Striker: It's been an eventful week for everyone in TCW especially for "Sir" CM Punk and yourself. what did you make of the results of your matches? have the results made you think twice about your game plan?
Regal: The results? you think the fact that I lost to little Cody bothers me enough to change my plans Mr Striker? your just like the rest of them. No patience. It's been one week, my first match that although I lost I could of won if I didn't try and punish him further, he got a lucky reversal and he fluked a win after I dominated him, alas that's what can happen. If you look back I raised his shoulder to stop the 3 count, If I was only interested in the win I wouldn't of raised and I'd be sitting here victorious. That little gob-shite needed the beating his obese farther never gave him and sooner or later I will give it to him. As for Punk, he put up a valiant effort against an Olympic Gold Medalist, a very tough competitor and a fellow student of technical wrestling. That match just made it clear to me Punk is deserving of my time and highlighted the areas I need to help Punk with. No doubt Punk already knows his weaknesses and that's what he'll be addressing in Japan.
Striker: You issued a challenge to Drew McIntyre last week that got rejected, what do you make of that?
Regal: I'm not surprised he didn't accept, he has no honor, no class.... he is Scottish after all. He lost the little bit of respect I had for him by rejecting. The boy is a headcase and the sooner he get's sectioned the better. I look forward to the day I take the TV title from him.
Striker: This week see's you teaming with Sir Punk against "The One Man Rock Band" Heath Slater and the mysterious Taiji Ishimori. What's your take on the duo?
Regal: I'm looking forward to having a tag team match with Mr Punk, we can start to make a bond that's essential when looking to form a long term successful tag team, It will give us a chance to iron out our tactics. As for Heath Slater he is solid in the ring, not great but solid, but his attitude is what will be his downfall in that match. Taiji Ishimori on the other hand, I know little about but Sir Punk seems to know a lot about him and I will be looking to him to update me on Taiji Ishimori's abilities. He's Japanese so one thing's for certain, he'll be organized, focused and aggressive. It won't be an easy match but I'm confident Punk and I have enough about ourselves to pull out a victory this week..... Now if you don't mind I have things to do and people to see.
Striker: That was "Sir" William Regal and I'm Matt Striker and this has been a TCW-App exclusive. See you next time.
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Mar 29, 13 at 6:36pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Damien Sandow with Percy Watson
The scene opens on Percy Watson waking up in a cold sweat and, well, not exactly pale skinned because, you know, he's black, but he definitely looks worse for wear. You're perhaps wondering why the cameras are filming Percy Watson in bed, or perhaps you're wondering who Percy Watson is. I can answer the latter by saying he's the guy in the header with his face photoshopped onto Jude Law's body, but as for why we're supposed to care about him, I have no idea. Nevertheless, he rolls out of bed and sits on the edge of his bed and checks the alarm clock - 4:21am. Percy wipes his forehead and takes deep breaths in attempt to get over whatever nightmare he just suffered. As your omniscient narrator I can tell you that Percy is going through a bad bout of recurring nightmares as a result of post-traumatic stress. With his head in his hands he gives a look around and utters to himself - "I can't do this anymore."
He climbs to his face and walks into his bathroom with a limp and flickers the bathroom light on. If this were a horror movie there'd definitely be a masked lunatic either behind the shower curtain the door, but it isn't so instead Percy splashes his face with water a few times and heads back to bed, but pauses before gets on it. He produces his phone, stares at it for a moment, and with a shrug of his shoulders makes a call. Despite the time it doesn't take long for the person on the other hand to answer.
"Yeah, it happened again. I need something to take my mind off of it, I need to do something."
Fortunately for us, Percy puts the phone on loudspeaker so we can hear the reply from the other end.
"Like?" The voice is familiar but not quite recognisable.
"I was thinking...wrestling. I could go back to wrestling."
"Percy, man, no way. Your leg is messed up. You can't get back in the ring."
"Look, could you just speak to your dad for me? I don't care what the doctors say, I'll ignore them, I just need something. Maybe if I'm on the road, with the guys and stuff, it'll take my mind off things? I'll get some peace?" Percy pleads, and it becomes known that the man on the other end is the one and only Shane O'Mac!
With a sigh, he responds. "I just can't, Percy. I...I'd love to, but I...I can't let you put your body at risk like that."
"I don't care about my leg! Please! Just ask him, just give me a chance."
"Percy..." Shane begins reluctantly.
"Shane I just need a chance!" Percy interrupts, desperate and determined.
"Just what, Shane?! Nothing matters! I can't go on like this, I need to get back in the ring! I need to do something with my life again!"
The constant pleads and interruptions leave Shane but with no choice but to blurt it out, "It's just that you *bleep*ing suck, Percy." Ouch.
"My dad won't give a shit about your leg, he let guys fight with concussions and slipped discs before, he just thinks you suck. You have no personality. No charisma. No one finds your matches entertaining. Christ knows nobody wants to hear you on a microphone. To put it simply: no one cares about you."
Now, I know what you're thinking, that's a little harsh, but in Shane's defence, it's a lot true. An awkward silence follows, before Shane finishes the conversation, "Sorry. Go see a therapist or something, that'll help".
The line goes dead.
Damien Sandow slams the front door shut and looks very frustrated as he quickly runs up the stairs into his apartment.
Hearing the loud noise, his landlady, an elderly women with a walking stick desperately rushes to see what the problem is. "Damien! Damien! What's the matter, love?" she enquires in her British accent.
Sandow simply ignores her, perhaps for the best as he looks incredibly infuriated and plants himself in his puffy sea in his living room and puts his feet up on the foot stool.
"Did they not go so well?" she asks in a rather condescending tone.
One again, she is ignored.
"Did they..." she pauses, before reluctantly continuing, "did they not want you?"
This gets Sandow's attention and he shoots her a look, deeming this question much more worthy of a response than the other two put before him.
"It's not that they didn't want me, Mrs Turner, but rather they found the cons to outweigh the pros."
Damien Sandow is infact talking about Total Championship Wrestling, with whom he just had an interview with to discuss the possibility of making his debut this week on Warzone, but evidently that shall not be happening now. (spoiler: It actually will be happening, otherwise I wouldn't be roleplaying, but you'll have to read on to find out how things change from their current perilous situation)
Seeking elaboration, Mrs Turner probes further, "And what would the cons be, darling?
Sandow simply sighs as he confesses, "My cocaine and morphine usage, apparently."
Mrs Turner simply tuts and rolls her eyes in the most patrionising of ways. "I have to admit, I am not very keen on that either, my dear. Especially in he--
"I have explained before - " Sandow interrupts "- my usage is mild. Merely used for stimulation or relaxation purposes, akin to a cup of coffee or a...or a...what do people with average minds do to relax?"
"Listen to some quiet music," explains Mrs Turner.
"Yes. That. I would drink coffee or listen to some quiet music to relax if they worked on my mind the way they do on yours, but mine is a roaring engine and yours merely ticks over. No offence. So for Vince McMahon to tell me that he couldn't hire me unless I went through an extensive rehab program is absolutely preposterous."
"So, you're not going to do it, dear?"
"No, unfortunately I shan't be debuting in Total Championship Wrestling or subsequently returning to Pro Wrestling because I am unable to fathom the idea of wrestling in the indy leagues or bingo halls, it is simply not worth my time. I shall simply continue my practice as a therapist from within these walls for now."
This bring a smile on the face of Mrs Turner. "It'll be nice to still have ya around, dear."
Sandow gives a false nod of his hand, acknowledging that his stay will bring happiness to Mrs Turner but still clearly annoyed that he won't be allowed back to TCW unless he can kick his drug 'habit' as he defines it, rather than 'addiction'. He reaches over and grabs the newspaper and without looking up requests "Cup of coffee, black, two sugars."
"Oh you won't have time I'm afraid, your next patient is due to arrive any second now."
"Ah, very well then," Sandow begins, putting his newspaper away, "Who is it? Jim? Arthur? Doyle? "
"No, it's a new one, first appointment with you."
"Ah," Sandow says with a raise of his eyebrow, his interest clearly piqued. "And what is his or her name?"
"Percy Watson," answers Mrs Turner.
TO BE CONTINUED
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Mar 30, 13 at 7:21pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
- PARENTAL DISCRECTION IS ADVISED -
Recent Events: It seems than Dean Ambrose now has Ryback to deal with, as he interfered in Ambrose's non-title match with Batista on Warzone. When Ryback had Ambrose up for Shellshock, The Brian Kendrick picked that as his moment to get one over his rival Ryback and laid him out with a steel chair, sparing Ambrose.
Chapter 8 - Another Day, Another Enemy
[ THE FOLLOWING ROLEPLAY TAKES PLACE DURING DEAN AMBROSE VS BATISTA ON LAST WEEK'S WARZONE ]
Gray Font = Ambrose's thoughts
Italics Font = Inner Voice
My face is getting warm. It's turning purple. I can't breathe.
Michael Cole: And Batista has the move locked in! How much longer can he survive?
The Brian Kendrick: I wouldn't wanna be in that position, Cole. A matter of time before he quits if you want my opinion, which, obviously, you do.
It's getting harder the more and more Batista squeezes my throat in the camel clutch. I look around. Center of the ring. Shit. I'll pass out before I manage to make it to the ropes, especially with 300lbs of meat resting on my spine.
I don't have any energy left. I'm *bleep*ed. This guy is too big, he's too heavy. I'm still feeling the effects of the Chamber.
Use every ounce of fight in your body to pop up from under him. You're not fighting Daniel Bryan or Ric Flair, he's no technician and he certainly isn't a master submission artist. If you just explode out in 3, 2, 1 - NOW!
It works. But laying here on the mat on my back isn't a much safer position, I better get to my feet quickly.
No, stay there. While you try to get up and he'll just slam you down again. Play possum. Wait for him to come to you, to lean in, then strike. Like a mousetrap, Dean. Let him try to bite and cut him off.
Michael Cole: And a kick to the abdomen from Ambrose!
I leap to my feet and grab his sweaty, bent over body, slamming him skull first into the canvas with a DDT. That'll do the trick. Maybe even a concussion, this is mine for the taking. I can't help but grin as I look him lying on the mat, moments ago I was in his clutches but now he's done for. I've been DDT'd before, I know how it feels. You'll see stars for a few moments, and then you think everything's fine, that it's a level playing field. But it's not. Next time you try to walk you find your body fighting against, it's like you've forgotten how to do it. Every jab feels like a haymaker. You're constantly teetering on the edge, one more serious blow is fatal to any hopes of winning. As I look down at the behemoth before me, unable to even bring himself back onto his feet, I almost chuckle. Quite the test, Dave Batista. But oh well, a kick to the back of the head and he's just another victim. But before I can do that, the crowd's boos have turned into cheers. There's pandemonium. What the hell is going on? I shoot a glance to Kendrick, he's still at commentary. Then I look at the curtain, and already halfway down the ramp is Ryback! Kendrick darts across the ring, and Ryback's after him.
You're going to take this? You're the World Heavyweight Champion, and this is your main event, and these two want to take that away from you!? Their bickering has it's own time and it's own place, and it isn't in the main event. Make a statement!
I step infront of Ryback - punch, punch, punch, punch. He just stares me in the eye, unphased, and before I know it I'm on my back after a shove.
Screw you, you big bastard. I'm the main eventer. I'm the one in this match. I'm the champion.
I'm back on my feet, charging as fast I can, and so is he. 'Let's do this' I utter to myself as we collide. Black.
Michael Cole: Meathook Clothesline!
Booker T: Damn son Ryback damn near Ambrose's head off with that one!
Ding Ding Ding!
Michael Cole: And Ambrose picks up the disqualification victory as a result!
Tazz: I don't think that matters much for now, Cole - Ryback's got him up!
Booker T: And he's marching round that ring...aw hellll!
Where am I? My head is splitting and my body is contorted. As I open my eyes the light hurts my eyes. I look around to try to figure out where I'm being carried to. I catch a glimpse of Ryback's face, and suddenly my hearing returns and the sound of cheering fans pours into my eardrums and damn near bursts them, and I realise where I am...Ryback's shoulders.
Squirm, fight, poke his eye, elbow him, spit on him, do somethi--
What the hell? I land on my hip and spine, and while the fall certainly hurts, it wasn't what a Shellshock feels like. I wasn't slammed, I was dropped. I hear Justin Roberts read out that I won but I don't take care right now, I just want to know what the hell's going on. I roll towards the corner slowly and onto my side, and I see Ryback's on the floor too, supporting himself on one knee. I glance up just in time to see a steel chair smash off his cranium, and Kendrick the man wielding it.
Play dead, don't let him think you've escaped a beating.
I definitely haven't escaped a beating, my head still feels like it's been split in two, the last thing I remember is Ryback storming to the ring. This was no boot to the head, he must've hit me a Meathook clothesline. Either way, I quickly shut both eyes and then slowly open one of them, peeking out. The light still hurts a little, but I can make out Kendrick standing over Ryback. He slowly turns his head to look at me, and both at Ryback, and finally a smirk formulates across his face. That bastard.
He won't get away with this. We'll get him back. But for now, lie there and take whatever comes to you. He's won the battle, but he won't win the war. As for Ryback, he's just signed his own death wish by getting involved in this.
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Mar 31, 13 at 6:22am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
KOTR Semi-Finals Match
Antonio Cesaro vs. Wade Barrett
The TCW logo would flash on the screen and then slowly fade out of visual. The scene would come upon the screen of what would appear to be the backstage area of TCW, as interviewer Todd Grisham stands there. He is holding a microphone, while wearing a suit as usual. The camera may be on Todd Grisham but the attention surly isn't, as the fan's are guessing who could be the man that's standing next to him. After a short moment of anticipation from the TCW universe on who the superstar waiting to be interviewed is, Todd Grisham begins to speak.
TO BE CONTINUED
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Apr 01, 13 at 1:02pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
TCW Television Champion
Finisher: Apocalypse Rising (Double Arm Underhook DDT)
Darkness descends once more engulfing the Warzone. He can see it from behind the curtain. Thousands of the TCW Universe on their feet using their phones to try and shed some light to see around them. A sea of light all round the arena. Dancing around as the holders of the phones moved in different directions. He could see the outline of Daniel Bryan in the ring. His small frame moving around the ring. Preparing for the fight of his life. Standing alone behind the curtain he knew what he was going to do to his opponent. Looking down at the gold plated title belt, it sparkled and shone. There was no way he was giving this belt up. He'd be carried out in a body bag before he let it happen. His music played loud over the speakers. The crowd reaction was deafening. A chorus of boo's and anger. Nothing new there. Taking a deep breath Drew McIntyre stepped through the curtain for his title defence.
1 hour earlier
As we come back from the commercial break the Warzone is in darkness apart from one red light that shines directly into the middle of the ring. In the ring under the spotlight, sitting on a steel chair, is Drew McIntyre. The fans in attendance are very vocal once again this evening and are making it clear to McIntyre they have no time for him. McIntyre, unfazed as always , looks deep in thought as he rests his chin upon his left hand. His Television Title sitting on his right shoulder. A loud chant of 'You tapped out!' 'You tapped out!' radiated through the crowd. McIntyre adjusts his position and sits upright before sarcastically clapping the Sacramento crowd. He picks up his mic from the floor to address last weeks loss and his title defence this week.
Drew McIntyte: Well aren't we all observant! Last we I did indeed tap out to Santino, but it was all part of a bigger picture. You see Santino embraced The Darkness like a friend. And the darkness guided him to victory. Forevermore he will have the darkness in his soul and that's because of ME! That's why I count last week as a one of my VICTORIES last week! The other victory of the night for me was when my apocalypse ended Ken Kennedy's career. I beat him so bad he can't even show his face around here anymore!
Rising from the chair and looking out into the crowd McIntyre sees the anger in the crowd at his last two statements. Fans shouting abuse, raising middle fingers and a few challenging him to a fight. They reminded him of filthy animals following their animalistic instincts. Growling and battling to fight him. However McIntyre only had eyes for one man. One man he had between before. The number one contender for HIS title. Daniel Bryan
Drew McIntyte: So it seems the fates have conspired and once again have put me against everybody's favourite Danny Boy Bryan. The piece of shit on my shoe that no matter how much I try and wipe off seems to keep coming back! Tonight Daniel this little thing we have going on ends! You step into the ring one last time with your GOD! Tonight is when you realise that you aren't even in my league wee man. As The Darkness predicted before of your demise it has predicted it once more. You don't leave with MY Television Title. You'll be lucky to leave under the power of your own legs! You will leave here unable to get the job done. AGAIN. You wonder why the fans love you? It's because they love watching you fail. They love watching you try your heart out, only to fall at the final hurdle. Hell I love watching you! Your somewhat amusing! You come out here with big hopes and aspirations only to have the shit kicked out you and your dreams shattered week after week. It's quite a talent!
Laughing to himself smugly Mcintyre began to pace round the ring. Running his hand over the cold ropes. He wondered about hanging Bryan from his neck between the ropes. Wondered what his face would look like turning blue, gasping for air. His legs kicking out in desperation. Wondering how complete he would feel inside watching the pain and suffering of another human. For a second Mcintyre was so caught up in his thoughts and staring at the ropes he forgot where he was.
Drew McIntyte: Bryan you earned the right to face me by beating two great competitors. But in earning that right you have essentially dug your own grave. You see Bryan The Darkness is cold and unforgiving like the blood pumping through my veins. Tonight I finally rid TCW of you. You are an embarrassment to this sport and to this company. Once iv beaten you for a THIRD time, while you lie there in a pool of your own blood and sweat, barley able to breathe. You will open your eyes to see me, Drew McIntyre, STILL The TCW Television Champion.
Adjusting his Tv Title on his shoulder McIntyre took one last look out to the crowd, took a step forward and threw the mic straight into the family section causing enraged parents to try and rush the ring. McIntyre smirked before dropping down and rolling under the bottom rope before making his way up the ramp to the back.
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Apr 01, 13 at 2:52pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Future TCW TV Champion
The Warzone had a choice tonight. They could cheer for Drew McIntyre which Daniel highly doubted. Or they could cheer for him and help him win the title from Drew McIntyre. It didn't matter though. Whether they cheer for him or not, Daniel is going to win the title. He is going to take the title right from Drew's grasp. He will show him, he will show everyone who the real wrestler. This isn't going to be a sprint, this is going to be a marathon. This isn't going to be easy, it's going to be the toughest fight his ever had. Obviously, it will be the most important. More important than King Of The Ring or the Special Prize Battle Royal. He will show them, he will show them who the real champion is. Daniel Bryan is ready. More ready than you've ever felt in your life. Daniel Bryan is going to do it. HE IS GOING TO DO IT! WHAT EVERY ONE ELSE SAID YOU CAN'T. WHEN EVERYONE SAID YOU COULDN'T DO IT. But he can and he will.
Daniel Bryan's theme song hits the arena and quickly people start pulling out there phones, cameras and anything they could use to get a photo or video of Daniel Bryan. Daniel comes out of the curtain to a huge wave of applause. He has already been out once tonight but after hearing what Drew McIntyre said, there's something he wants to know. He is going to find out once and for all, why the fans like him. Why they cheer, why they pour there heart out to him, why the blood running through there veins starts pumping when they see him. Daniel Bryan poses on the turnbuckle and looks out into the crowd. He can see kids, adults, "smart" fans and all different kinds of people. The Yes chants grow louder and louder. Everyone knows that Yes chants please him more then anything right now. This crowd is electric and everybody in it. This crowd must know there wrestling. Daniel Bryan asks for a microphone from Lillian and she happily passes him one. As Daniel starts raising his microphone to his mouth, the crowds eyes get brighter and more colourful.
Daniel Bryan: Thank you everybody. I'm glad to be back out here. This crowd is amazing. I'm sorry you all had to listen to Drew McIntyre speak. I know it's the darkest most demented thing you have listened to but please try to listen to him because I am going to give my rebuttal to his poor insults. Because Drew McIntyre seems to think that losing a match and tapping out is a victory. So if thats correct, than this week in Drew McIntyre's mind, his going to beat me by tapping out to my Yes Lock. Very smart Drew, using the old brain on that one. Oh and just remember, you didn't exactly end Mr. Kennedy's career either. You ended his title reign, not his career, title reign. I think the reason he left and many others is because they can't stand looking at your ugly face and tiny penis in the locker room. Sorry kids, but I needed to get that one out.
Most of the adults have lost there head laughing. Even the kids are laughing. But thats probably because they heard a naughty word that not allowed to say and somehow find that thing funny. Daniel knew that Drew isn't going to be happy about that one but the thought of the TV Title made him say it. He can imagine it on his shoulders, glimmering from a distance. The beauty of the title around his shoulder. All the new respect he would find. He wouldn't want it any other way. Then there would be the in ring introduction. Daniel Bryan, the TV Champion.
Daniel Bryan: It wasn't fate or darkness or whatever crack your smoking that brought us together. It was the fact I can wrestle and beat two men in one match. You can't wipe away a target on your back Drew. You would think you might have a little more respect for me considering I do have some for you but it seems your big brown old book says you can't. There's one thing your book doesn't say though. You beat me tonight, I'll just keep coming back for more and keep trying to beat you. You can't find a new opponent that easily. Your the opposite of God, your like the demon. A very crappy version of the Demon but non the less, you are a demon. I'm in the big leagues kid, I've been here alot longer than you have. You may have one the same amount of matches as me in a short time but tonight I serve you your 5th loss on a silver plater. Nothing has been predicted yet, not my loss nor yours. It's not going to be your Television title for longer after I take it from you. It's prestige has been smudged enough by you and it ends tonight. Win or Loss, I WILL LEAVE HERE ON MY OWN POWER! I'LL SPRINT OUT OF HERE IF I HAVE TO SO THAT I CAN PROVE THAT I'M ONE OF THE TOUGHEST WRESTLERS YOU'VE EVER MET!
The crowd are on there feet, some people are even bowing down to Daniel Bryan. But what he asks next might change everything. It might change the complexion of the entire TCW crowd here tonight. Once they here this, there is no going back. The pain he would feel from Drew McIntyre tonight would hurt one thousand times worse if they were offended by this is some way.
Daniel Bryan:I need to ask you all a really important question. I need to know why you guys cheer for me. Is it because of what Drew said, I get the crap beat out of me every week? Or is it because you love seeing me try and fail that it starts to get funny. I don't want you to cheer me because I suck I want you to cheer me because I can wrestle. So I'm going to come around and ask a few members of the audience.
Daniel goes walking around the ring with microphone in hand. Trying to pick someone to someone to answer his question. Out of the corner of his eyes, he sees a little kid bouncing up in the air with his father and mother trying to keep him under control. Daniel walks over to them and holds the microphone out in front of him. The boy understands and starts to speak.
Little Boy:The reason I cheer for you Daniel is because you never give up. You always keep trying until you get it right. I admire that about you Daniel. Even if you fail and lose, I don't care because I know your going to try harder the next time. I also love your wrestling moves and your finisher. Your everything me and the kids in my class love about a superstar. You always come close so don't think its always a one sided battle. It's not the failure I enjoy watching. It's the aspiration. You have a talent Daniel and that talent is wrestling.
Daniel wipes away a few tears from his eyes as the crowd roar there approval. They all start chanting "Your my hero". Daniel doesn't know what to say. He takes off his Yes t-shirt and passes it to the kid. He gives him a hug and some autographs. Daniel walks up the ramp, hi-fiving everyone he possibly can as he walks up. Daniel knows now what's going to happen at the Warzone. Daniel is going to win the TCW TV Title. Unlike what Drew said, He is going to wake up in his own pool of blood looking at Daniel Bryan, the new TV Champion.
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Apr 01, 13 at 5:30pm ^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 primal world was cruel. And this sense of impending dread was irritating Wade. Antonio Cesaro. Swiss beast. Strength unmatched by nearly any other member of the food chain. The pride and determination were harder than any steel. The idea of that fight......of it was exhilarating.
Every vein Wade had was forcing blood through his body at unbelievable speeds. He was frightened. Not by the fear of a loss or by the fear of what might happen to him tonight. No, out of fear that somehow passed out from something before the match. Before he would be able to experience his guilty pleasure.
Then the preemptive pictures of pleasure were blown away from Wade's mind. Now stood before him a mountain. Growing smaller and smaller, rock falling away. The earth around him seemed to be shaking. Wade's feet were firmly on the ground and the next moment he was on his knees. Sweat dripped from his brow and the rough ground was the only thing in his gaze. The rubble was stabbing into his palms, and the dust was clouding his vision.
The mountain was beginning to crumble. Two weeks, Wade has chipped into it, slowly breaking it down into the abyss. And now, he was starting to truly feel it. The change was making him sick, but he wasn't used to the heavy dust in the air or the increased exertion on his body. But he was adapting, like a true member of the primal world. Evolving to overcome his weaknesses. If he didn't, he would fail, and he would fall back into the abyss. He would become the meat for another carnivore's meal.....No. No, he would not let it happen. He would allow himself the leniency of a loss, allow himself to fall back into the hellfire and reform himself, but he would not let himself fall as someone's prey.
He would not become just a slab of meat. He would not be the meal for another predator, merely supplying them with sustenance for their existence. Not when he could finally feel the primal world around him. Not now. And not ever....
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Apr 02, 13 at 9:15am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
The lights come up from our break, and there is seen a banner tied between the top and middle ropes that reads, “We Will Miss You.” There begins a whisper among the arena, the name “Kurt Angle” is passed around a good deal, as the fans know full well that tonight may full well be the last match that Angle is ever a part of. Kurt Angle vs. Santino Marella. If Kurt Angle loses, he retires. But if he wins? He’ll advance to the finals of the King of the Ring Tournament, and go on to challenge for the TCW Championship. As long as he keeps winning, he’s not going anywhere. So when TCW.com announced ‘Kurt Angle’s Retirement Party’ many fans were left scratching their heads. Truth was, management wanted him to have said his farewells before his loss, to save themselves the airfare of flying him out an extra week. Would this symbolic goodbye prove to be literal?
The trumpets blare, and the fans jump to their feet, warming up their vocal chords to chant “You Suck!” in succession with the music. The lone banner in the ring stands looking down at where Kurt will enter from – quite a small decoration for someone hanging up the boots after a storied career. Kurt Angle doesn’t walk out to grace his adoring fans. No. Instead, four men carry out an Olympic Podium (The platform that has three separate elevations for first, second, and third place.) Angle’s music continues blaring, as the men drop the podium and head to the back. The crowd is slowly dying down, as they’ve been singing “You Suck!” for what seems like an eternity, but is probably closer to thirty seconds. When someone steps through the curtain, the crowd erupts, only to find out it isn’t Kurt Angle at all. Instead, it’s Santino Marella! Or, at least a smaller version of him! The music stops playing, as Midget-Tino steps onto the center of the podium, raising his hands into the air, waving his Kobra sock puppet around! The crowd isn’t sure whether to boo, or laugh hysterically at this little person! Whatever decision they were bent on making is cut short, as Kurt Angle’s music again blares through the loudspeaker! This time, the Olympic Gold Medalist, clad in his wrestling attire and Olympic Gold Medal, struts out onto the stage! This time, the crowd explode! Kurt Angle walks up behind Midget-Tino, who slowly turns around to face him as the crowd react with laughter. Kurt, for one reason or another, has a microphone in hand.
He motions for the little man to stand down, but instead, the Italian Pony goes for the Kobra Strike! Angle forsees the attack, and easily catches it, waving his finger ‘No, no.’ San-Tiny, as Kurt calls him, steps down onto the second place spot on the podium, hands still attached to the Olympic Gold Medalist’s. Kurt shakes his head no, and nods toward the third place spot, and San-Tiny’s head droops. Nobody that looks that close to Santino Marella is considered that close to first place! He shakes free of Kurt’s grip, and walks around to the third place, as Kurt steps onto the first place position, raises his arms to the air, and yells for all the crowd to hear him! They erupt into another chorus, that somehow sounds louder than the first, of “You Suck!” Then, he continues down the ramp to the ring. He enters the ring, and brandishes the microphone. Silence ensues.
The wrestling business has been the ride of my life, and I’m glad that I could share it with all of you. Believe me. There’s no other crowd I’d rather be out here, pulling down these straps, and breaking my FREAKIN’ NECK with! Oh, it’s DAMN TRUE! Tonight, I’m having my formal goodbye, because I could lose at any point. Which explains this… banner. Which is pretty damn cheap, might I add! Let’s bring on the real celebration!”
With that, the arena erupts into pyrotechnics, and red, white and blue confetti falls, showering the fans and Kurt Angle!
But amidst all of this, the lighting in the room changes and the familiar guitar riff of Hollywood Undead’s music comes on over the PA, as a full sized Santino Marella steps onto the entrance ramp. The crowd is booing Santino as he takes a few steps closer to the podium with microphone in hand. Santino smirks at all of the fans in attendance tonight before looking down at the podium and taking a big step to get to the number one position. Kurt can be heard in the ring yelling at Santino to get off of the podium, but Santino is ignoring him as he stands tall as number one.
”This is a wonderful party Kurt. I’m glad you have already come to realize that you can’t beat me and are throwing your own retirement party.” The crowd boos, but Kurt is in the ring daring Santino to come down there and see what he’s all about.
”Kurt calm down, if I wanted to I could come down there and make sure that you don’t make it to the match later on tonight, but then I would be robbing all of these wonderful fans the opportunity to see me bust you open and not only send you into retirement, but send you to the hospital!” The fans boos echo throughout the arena and are getting louder by the second. Kurt Angle is crouched down with his hands on his knees just begging Santino to prove to the world that he is as bad ass as he says he is, but Santino has other plans. Santino steps down from the podium and begins to make his way down to the ring in a slow and calm manner.
”Kurt you are washed up. You have nothing left in your tank. You are an afterthought in this business. You were once a great wrestler, but now you are nothing. ” Santino makes it to the ring steps and calmly walks up them as he speaks to Kurt. Santino then casually, without any form of hesitation at the aggression that Kurt is showing, steps into the ring and gets face to face with Kurt Angle.
”You are a beaten down old dog that needs to be put to sleep and when you step into this ring with me a little later tonight I am going to grab you around your neck and choke you until they pry me off of you.”
Santino is now nose to nose with Kurt as Kurt begins mouthing things to Santino. The microphone that was in Santino’s right hand is now on the mat and the two men are jawing at each other, saying things that cannot be repeated. The two being pushing at each other with their foreheads, but Santino is the first to respond with a shove to Angle. Kurt responds with a shove of his own. Santino, whom is a few feet away at this point, rubs his chin smirking just before lunging at Kurt and tackles him to the floor. The two men are swinging furiously at each other and rolling around on the ground. Santino tries to get to his feet, but Kurt grabs a hold of his ankle and tries to lock in the Angle Lock. Santino tugs and tugs and tugs until his shoe comes off making Angle lose the hold. Angle chucks the shoe at Santino hitting him in the face. Angle rushes to him and tries to grab a hold of him, but Santino hip tosses Angle to the ground. Santino begins stalking Angle and as soon as he gets to his feet Santino buries a foot into his stomach and pulls him in for Rolling Black Out. Santino is about to deliver when Kurt drops to a knee and slides behind Santino hitting the Angle Slam! Santino rolls out of the ring and hits the floor on the outside with a thud.
”WOOOOOOO!” Angle screams and climbs to the second rope in the middle of the ring. Santino is to his feet and about halfway up the ramp clutching his head and neck as he stares at Kurt in a seething manner. Kurt begs Santino to come back for more, but he’s not coming back at least not until their match later tonight. Cameras fade to a commercial as Santino runs away with his tail between his legs and Kurt is all smiles.
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Apr 02, 13 at 2:24pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
TCW Television Champion
Finisher: Apocalypse Rising (Double Arm Underhook DDT)
As another wild Warzone rolls on the camera cuts to the locker room where Drew McIntyre sits on a wooden bench, his back pressed against the wall. The cameraman walks towards him slowly, unsure how Drew was going to react following Daniel Bryan's words from earlier. It's evident from McIntyres clenched fist and tapping foot that Bryan has pissed off the Television Champion. Speaking slowly, head down, McIntyre addressed his challenger once more.
Drew McIntyre: Danny, listen to me, listen real good boy! What you done there with your second 'promo' infront of all these idiots has just sealed your fate. I'm going to brutalise you. I'm going to make you feel like you've stabbed in the gut with a sharp blade. I'm going to break your bones into tiny like fragments you stupid little son of a bitch. See all you've done is piss me off, that's not a good idea Danny. You don't have the mentality I have. You don't have the balls I have! To cut another man up. To disfigure him permanently! To leave his face a mangled mess from sitting on his chest and pounding his face with my fists. Watching the mangled flesh and blood splatter over the canvass! You can make all the childish jokes you like, it'll keep you amused when your lying in a hospital bed fighting to take a breath from your punctured lung. You can brag to the nurses about how you almost, ALMOST, bested Drew McIntyre. Yes you have been here longer than me. But you are nothing more than a JOBBER. Your here to get your face smashed in week after week and job out to future stats of this industry.
Taking a deep breath in and resting his head against the lockers behind him, exhales loudly. He ruffles his hair and lifts his Tekevision Title from the bench and rests it on his thighs. The light reflected upon the belt like the sun set over the ocean. It was beautiful. It was his. No one else's.
Drew McIntyre: People are born with certain skills. Some men are great football players. Some are great craftsmen. My skills are hurting people Daniel. Over the years I have perfected my craft. Tonight first hand I show you EXACTLY what I can do. I am going to show you all the different ways i can inflict pain on your body. Your pathetic! This is pro wrestling, and your out asking people if they like you? Crying like a bitch. Are you for real? I'm glad the TCW universe saw you cry though, I really am. They got a glimpse of what you'll look like after our match. I'm doing you a favour Danny Boy. Don't resist the inevitable. Embrace your fate with open arms. Let The Darkness console and consume you. Otherwise you shall fail. Like you always do.
Staring intensely at his title belt McIntyre rises to his feet, hair falling over his face and his noticeable clenched jaw. He stares into the camera. A deep stare sending chills down the viewers spine. They knew this guy was unstable. But just how far is he willing to go to keep his belt. We'll find out as Warzone rolls on, as the camera shuts off with McIntyre still breathing heavily, staring down the camera.
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Apr 02, 13 at 3:02pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
The One Man Band
Heath Slater is in his locker room, sitting on a beanbag chair and typing on a laptop. He has a grumpy look on his face, clearly showing that the one man southern rock band is fed up with something. Three loud knocks can be heard from the locker room door and Slater sighs. He is not sure whether or not he has the patience to deal with an interruption right now.
Heath Slater: My thoughts? Thoughts, plural? There is only one thought racing through my mind right now, Todd. My thought is this... Who the hell is Taiji Ishimori? I have literally never heard of him before I found out about this match we have together. I have tried to contact him, so we can devise strategies and whatnot. We have been experiencing a few... communication problems, sort of. This does not look like a reliable partner to me. Am I expected to compete with this guy as my partner?
Todd Grisham: You mentioned communication problems?
Heath Slater: It took all day to get into contact with the guy. Eventually I tagged him in a Facebook status update and he sent me a reply. How am I supposed to understand it though? It's in Chinese. Chinese, for God's sake! Am I meant to understand this nonsense!?
Heath Slater: Do I look like I care? I'm the one man baaaaand, baby! I deserve better a partner than Taiji Ishimori. Seriously, this Ishimori person better pull his weight in our tag team match. Otherwise, I want out. As the one man rock band, I can easily defeat William Regal and CM Punk provided that Ishimori is a half decent partner. If this isn't the case, then I don't want to be a part of such a pathetic company. I am holding my own TCW career hostage. I have my rock star career to fall back on anyway. If TCW insists on mistreating the great Heath Slater, then I don't want to stay. If Regal and Punk defeat me and that Japanese idiot tonight, then I am leaving Total Championship Wrestling.
Todd Grisham: Well, I wish you the best of luck tonight. I'm sure we would all be sad to see you leave.
Heath Slater: Whatever, now get out of my locker room. I'm trying to run Ishimori's response through Google Translate here. I don't need a slimy interviewer looking over my shoulder.
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Apr 02, 13 at 3:26pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Future TV Champion
Daniel Bryan appears on the titantron and the crowd goes wild. You can see he still feels a little emotional after the crowds extremely warm reception. Daniel looks like his about to speak. But the crowd is worried. Drew is pissed and Daniel can only survive so much. Could Daniel be bitting off more than he can chew? Daniel doesn't look one bit scared with a huge smile on his face. The crowd knows its cocky but Drew can only deal out so much punishment to Daniel Bryan
Daniel Bryan: Oh no, big bad Drew McIntyre doesn't have his happy face on. Whose frustrated now? Now his using big boy words and acting like his penis is bigger than what is. Drew, I'm not scared of you. Your scared off me if anything. You act tough like I'm some sort of absolute loser. You act like i have no chance. I'll only be telling the nurses one thing when I drop in to bring you flowers at the hospital. Drew tapped out to Daniel Bryan. Sorry about your damn luck Drew because its about to run out. Daniel Bryan's luck has just begun with his new reign as TV Champion.
The crowd cheer loudly and realise Daniel isn't scared. His in for the fight of his life but he is ready to kick some ass. Drew is ready to kiss some. Daniel takes a deep breath after for a second losing his thoughts.
Daniel Bryan: The only reason your TV Champion is because I took the week off. I would have been in the Fatal 4 Way for the title and won. Its simple fact Drew, ask anyone you know. Oh wait, the only things you know are big brown books and tiny penis's. My apology Dew. It didn't mean to get you knickers in a twist. Here, I'll make you some tea and a crumpet. Calm you farm Drew, I'm only playing around. You take life to seriously. Me and all the rest of the superstars find this enjoyable. We didn't sign up because we were crap at everything else and the big brown book told us to. We did it because we wanted to. Not because we turned out the light and suddenly a magical being told us to. Because we had a choice. Your going to ahe a choice tonight. Snap or tap? Your answer? TAP! My answer? SNAP! Your reign is over.
With that, the screen flickered to a picture of a graveyard. One lf the tombstones reads, "Here lies Drew McIntyre' died after thinking his penis was gone when it was only to small to see.
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Apr 02, 13 at 3:46pm ^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)
It was almost time. The clock was ticking down for this night, and Wade couldn't wait. The blood was hot, the demon was craving his meal. Barrett could only ask it to have patience. Only a few hours now. Then it would be time for Wade to go back to work.
His task for survival and his path of an ideal world. It didn't matter which one he was aiming for, they were intertwined. Every time he broke out his tools to sweep away part of that mountain, he had to go hunting. And every time he went hunting, he was risking his neck to try and get food down his gullet. The thrill of that adrenaline pumping through his veins was great. But it wasn't the reason to risk his life in the jungle.
Wade turned to the monitor playing in the corner. He would let them all spout off their mouths. He didn't care. Boasts about greatness, about how unbeatable you are....they were worthless to Wade. If you can back up the words, so be it. But words are cheap. Words are not what keep you alive in a true fight for survival. A beast's roar may cause foes who are trying to bite off more than they can chew to back away, but it won't intimidate a true predator, an actual hunter. Only your actions would do that. Only when the claws come out, when one bares their fangs, would a true foe be turned away. And not just by the show, but by their use....
Wade's thoughts flashed to tonight. Claw against claw, fang against fang. Antonio Cesaro was a beast he could not look past. The title shot would be wonderful. Wade was a man who held greed in his core, that much could not be avoided. And the title shot, and a title victory, would feed that....but he didn't care about them. He cared about survival. Antonio Cesaro had been renewed with a drive to conquer. Maybe even to survive in his own world.
But that wasn't the real world. The real world was truly a jungle, the world heavyweight title was irrelevant in it. Barrett chuckled. All that glitters is not gold after all. The clock ticked another minute down. Just a bit longer before the demon would get his meal. The roar inside Wade told him he couldn't wait. It would have to. Just a little bit longer....
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Apr 02, 13 at 5:46pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Tonight’s show opens with the usual video package. The pyros shoot up and down the ramp, and the camera swivels, as the viewers at home are welcomed to the WarZone! We head to Michael Cole, Taz and Booker T to get this show started!
Taz: “We’ve got one heck of a show here tonight! We have our TCW Champion in action! Plus our TV Title is being defended! I can’t wait!”
Booker T: “Yo dawg, you’re forgetting the semi-finals! Not only will Wade Barrett and Antonio Cesaro be facing each other with more on the line than ever before, Kurt Angle might be having his last match here tonight against Santino Marella!”
Taz: “You’re thinking that phony can beat my man Kurt? Dude, you’re out of your mind! Kurt’s gonna make Santino tap like a bitch!”
Cole: “That’s my unbiased commentary partner, Taz! And I’m Michael Cole, here with Five-Time Champion Booker T! Let’s head to the ring, where Lillian Garcia is about to be met by a very special guest!”
The distorted voice from Cody Rhodes’ original song plays, and the son of the legendary Dusty Rhodes enters through the black curtain, wearing his trademark hooded leather jacket, with his detailed wrestling trunks. Dashing Cody Rhodes takes two exaggerated steps, before throwing his hood off and staring out into the crowd, flashing his superior genes.
He enters the ring in arrogant fashion, and walks directly up to Garcia, staring her in the eyes. We know that Rhodes has an issue with Ric Flair, and that Lillian Garcia has been hanging around Flair an awful lot. Should this be a cause for concern? The way Rhodes is staring at her, it’s assumed it might be.
He tugs hard again at Lillian’s wrist, and she falls to her knees.
Michael Cole: “Flair, you need to get out here and stop this!”
As if on cue, Ric Flair’s music plays, and the Interim General Manager steps out , walking with his cane down to the ring. Rhodes simply smiles at the old man, as he slows down. Flair can’t even make it this far down the ramp! He tightens his grip on Lillian, purely for dramatic effect. And at that, the crowd gasp – not because Rhodes is inflicting more pain on Lillian – but because Flair throws down his cane and makes a sprint to the ring! Rhodes can barely register what’s going on, before Flair’s in the ring! He hits Rhodes with a chop! And another! Rhodes is on the mat now, scurrying away from Flair! He escapes from the ring when Flair bends down to attend to Lillian. Flair rips his jacket off and throws it out at Rhodes! Flair still wants a fight, but Rhodes is retreating. There is an ominous feeling that this battle is not over. Not by a long shot.
Cole: Well, it looks like Flair and Rhodes are coming to a head!
Booker T: Sucka, I see them going at each other in that ring very soon!
Cole: Are you kidding me? Flair couldn't wrestle a match!
Taz: Oh, I think you are mistaken! Flair could easily have one more match in him! And I hope he gets to put a beating on that punk!
Tag Team Match
CM Punk & William Regal vs. Taiji Ishimori & Heath Slater
CM Punk offers Regal the position of starting the match, which he accepts. In the other corner of the ring, Taiji jumps in and yells at Slater to back off. The two men lock up to begin the match. Regal overpowers the Japanese superstar, whips him into the ropes, and hits a big boot as he returns. Looking across the crowd, Regal drops a knee onto his opponent's chest. Taiji gets to his feet, but Regal puts him in a full nelson hold. He delivers more blows by headbutting his opponent in the back of the head, but Regal is out maneuvered as Taiji bends down and flips Regal onto his back. Looking to build momentum, Taiji jumps onto the ropes and hits a lionsault on Regal. Taiji hovers over Regal to set up another move, but his opponent cunningly delivers a swift poke in the eye and crawls over to Punk for the tag. CM Punk enters as Taiji eyes down his rival. Punk overpowers Taiji easily and places him in a headlock, followed by a DDT. After whipping his opponent into the turnbuckle, Punk follows with a high knee and a bulldog. Not wanting a loss on his record, Slater reaches over the ropes for a tag. Taiji crawls toward him, but Punk pulls him back. He puts the Japanese superstar in a chickenwing hold, stretching the pectoral muscles. Taiji tries to break free, but to no avail. Eventually getting bored, Punk sets him free and whips him toward Regal. The Englishman scratches at his opponent's face, causing him to walk right into a GTS! CM Punk covers. 1...2...3! Slater appears frustrated and disappointed as his opponents pick up the win.
Cole: It was alright.
Booker T: Cole, don't you start burying our competitors dawg! That was a great performance by most involved!
The camera cut backstage to where Daniel Bryan stand next to Josh Matthews. He has his arm around Josh with a smile on his face. Josh is smiling to or is that just because his glad for once someone isn't bashing him up. Josh doesn't really want this enjoyment to end but he is going to take a risk and ask a question.
Josh Matthews: As enjoyable as this is with someone finally showing me some sort of respect, are you excited for this match oppurtinity?
Daniel Bryan: Look at me Josh, of course I'm excited. I've already said I'm glad to get a chance to beat Drew McIntyre and win the TV Title. I's a great feeling for me and I think its a great feeling for the fans. There going finally going to get a TV Champion to be proud of. Someone they can look up. Drew McIntyre has tarnished this belt and I won't atand for it for another second.
Josh Matthews: It seems your takng respinsiblity for Drew McIntyre tarnishing the belt, why?
Daniel Bryan: Well Josh, I acutally took the week off the week Drew won the TV Title. I thought that I might have been in the Fatal 4 Way if I hadn't off taken the week off. I could have stopped him, taken the belt and won. But thats in the past now and I have to focus on the future, which is winning the title.
Josh Matthews: Finally, it seems like your going at Drew McIntyre head first, throwing his dangerous attitude behind and insulting him in ways that could piss him off majorly. Do you think thats really smart?
Daniel Bryan: I'm not scared of Drew. His most valuable weapon is his tiny penis and his big brown book. I'm not exactly afraid of those things. I say bring it on because tonight, we steal the show. I take the title and Drew goes back to being the kid who has nothing.
Josh Matthews: Thank you for your time Daniel.
Daniel Bryan: My Pleasure.
Daniel Bryan vs. Drew McIntyre©
Before handing the TCW Television Championship to the referee, McIntyre hoists it above his head in proud prominence. Bryan's eyes are glued to the title as the ref showcases it to the crowd and hands it off to a staff member to hold on to. The bell sounds and McIntyre savagely attacks Daniel Bryan with his fists. He punches his opponent in the head enough times to bring him to the ground. McIntyre continues to strike his downed opponent and even goes as far as to slam his head into the mat. The one-sidedness of the assault causes the referee to pull McIntyre off of Bryan. Once his opponent gets to his feet, McIntyre suplexes him and proceeds to kick him in the chest as he sits up. The champ covers. 1...kick! This match is far from over as Bryan rises to his feet in one impressive leap. He charges at McIntyre and backs him into a corner. Bryan jumps and hits a dropkick followed by a running bulldog. He grabs ahold of McIntyre and flings him into the ropes, jumping over him once and hitting a scoop slam the second time. Eyeing the title once more, Daniel Bryan grabs Drew McIntyre's arms from behind as he kneels and falls backward, applying a surfboard. McIntyre cries out in pain but manages to roll out of the hold. He then grabs onto Bryan's head in order to deliver some headbutts before sending him into a corner. McIntyre then walks to the opposite corner and bends down with his hands on the ground, almost like the position a track runner takes before a race. The Scotsman take off and hits Bryan with a running forearm, sending him to his knees. Looking to end the match again, McIntyre picks Bryan up and hits a fallaway slam, pinning Bryan as he hits the mat. 1...2..kick! It is still not enough to put Daniel Bryan away. Rising to his knees, McIntyre argues with the ref about the call, giving Bryan time to recover and get to his own feet. Still debating with the referee, McIntyre receives multiple kicks to the chest, with Bryan shouting "YES!" during each strike, before catching one final roundhouse kick to the face. As his opponent falls backwards onto the mat, Bryan climbs the turnbuckle and leaps, hitting the diving headbutt on McIntyre's kidney. Before the onslaught continues, McIntyre rolls out of the ring and collapses near a barricade. Before the ref starts to count, Byran rolls onto the apron. He runs toward McIntyre and hits him with a high knee! But no! McIntyre rolls out of the way, sending Bryan knee first into the barricade. Daniel Bryan falls onto his back and grabs his knee with both hands. Chuckling to himself at his opponent's misfortune, Drew McIntyre tosses Bryan back into the ring. Bryan tries to walk away, but the pain in his knee is too much. McIntyre spins him around and everyone in the building knows it is over. Apocalypse Rising! McIntyre covers. 1...2...3! Drew McIntyre retains the TV Championship.
Taz: Maybe, but it was a close match the entire time.
Cole: Hardly. McIntyre dominated this battle. Bryan was no match for him.
Booker T: Cole...shut up.
The cameras cut to backstage, where Josh Matthews stands.
Josh Matthews: Ladies and Gentlemen, I stand here alongside Dean Ambrose.
The camera pans to show Dean Ambrose, dressed in a plain white t-shirt and sporting the World Heavyweight Championship over his shoulder. The crowd boo upon the sight of him.
Josh Matthews: Now Dean, tonight you face off with The Boogeyman, but of course the thing everyone's talking about is the contract signing that will follow it. How do you feel about that?
Ambrose simply stares at Matthews, and keeps staring...and keeps staring. Josh appears to be growing more and more uncomfortable as the eyes of Ambrose begin to burn into him. Eventually, he slowly and deliberately leans into the microphone.
Dean Ambrose: Everyone knows that Brian Kendrick getting a rematch is unfair and unjust. What they maybe don't realise is that it's also unwise. People think that I'm crazy, Josh - but I'm not. I'm not. I'll tell you who's crazy - The Boogeyman, if he really thinks that he can beat me tonight. And after I beat him down in that ring tonight and prove I am the better than the best, maybe Brian Kendrick won't come to the ring after it, maybe he'll back out of our match. But if he doesn't, if he comes to the ring and signs his name on that contract, well I guess he's crazy too.
Ambrose readjusts the title on his shoulder and strolls off non-chalantly, leaving Matthews looking a little confused.
Josh Matthews: Well...there you have it, folks - Dean Ambrose.
KOTR Semi-Finals Match
Santino Marella vs. Kurt Angle
The sounding bell cannot even be heard as the crowd chants and cheers for Angle in what could be his last match. Personally, Santino cannot stomach it and shows it with one quick strike to his opponent's neck. He continues to stomp on the downed man and finishes with a knee drop to the head. Angle uses the ropes to get to his feet, which Santino sees as an opportunity to wrap his opponent's arm around the ropes. He wrings the limb but finally releases it at the count of four by the referee. Santino takes a few steps back before running in for a lariat but Angle see it and ducks, causing Santino to go over the top rope and onto the arena floor. Forming a fist with his two cupped hands, Angle jumps off the apron and strikes Santino in the front of his skull. As the crowd chants his name, Angle lifts Santino up in the air and drops him in order to smack his head on the barrier. The Olympian then whips his opponent towards a corner post, but Santino counters it and instead sends Angle into the post. His body bounces off the metal pole as he falls to the floor. With a count of seven Santino hurriedly hops back into the ring. At eight Angle makes it to his knees. At nine he is back to his feet, but stumbling. Before the ref can get to ten, Angle somehow manages to crawl back into the ring. Santino refuses to let up at all by applying a Fujiwara armbar the moment Angle enters the ring. Twisting the wrist to apply more pressure, Santino yells at Angle to tap out. Kurt Angle tries to break free, but is unable. Finally, he grabs Santino's leg and manages to lift him off the ground. He stands up on his own two feet with Santino on his back, causing the judo master's hold to let up, and slams his opponent onto the canvas. Angle then goes on the offensive with a series of clotheslines, each one sending Santino down, before finishing off with a vertical suplex. After the move, Angle sits up, looks down at Santino, and shakes his head. He then grabs ahold of Santino and looks to hit the Angle Slam! But wait! Santino wriggles out of it and comes back with a kick to the gut followed by a running bulldog. He then climbs the top rope as Angle gets to his feet. The Olympian goes after him, but Santino keeps him away with shots to the skull. He jumps and connects on the crossbody, sending Angle back down on the mat. Santino brings Angle to his feet as if to help him up, but the fans know what is coming. Rolling Black Out! Angle desperately tries not to, but is forced to tap out, ending his career.
Taz: Man, what a great last match that was! Both men really gave it their all!
Cole: And it was Santino who had more to give! Should we sing to Kurt? Nahh nahh nahh nahh! Hey hey hey! Goodbye! Haha!
Booker T: Cole, you've got something wrong with you. Kurt's got a mic. Let's see what he's got to say.
Kurt Angle stands in the center of the ring to a chorus of "WE WILL MISS YOU!" He puts his arms out to the side, and bounces around the ring one last time. His music plays, and he taunts inside the ring for the millions of fans...
And he's interrupted by Santino! He's on him instantly, pounding hard on Kurt's neck! He locks in the Rolling Black Out, and doesn't let go, even though Kurt's tapping! Eventually, it seems Kurt fades away, and the referee needs backup to split these two! Santino spits on Kurt's lifeless body, before heading to the back. Kurt Angle leaves TCW on a stretcher. Not the way he wanted to end his career here. The commentary is nonexistent as we head to break. We return, and are met with...
KOTR Semi-Finals Match
Antonio Cesaro vs. Wade Barrett
The two international superstars line up across from each other. They have been in numerous matches against another, but these stakes were far higher than they’d ever been before. Who would join Santino Marella in the finals of the King of the Ring Tournament? Who would fade back into the midcard? The two clash in the center of the ring, arms locked around each other’s shoulders, in a battle of strength. This time, it’s Barrett who shoves Cesaro onto his back, but Cesaro is back on his feet and locks up again in the center of the ring. This time, Cesaro shoves Barrett back onto his back! Barrett flies to his feet, just as Cesaro had, and he goes to tie up with him again! But this time, Cesaro raises his knee hard into Barrett’s stomach! And a punch to the face, followed by a hard big boot. Cesaro drops a knee on Barrett’s chest, and reaches down to grab his neck for a guillotine neckhold! All of Cesaro’s weight is now on Barrett’s throat, as he wrenches away, trying to take the Englishman out of the King of the Ring! But Barrett starts sending hard shots into Cesaro’s rib cage, and he has no choice but to release the hold. Cesaro stands to his feet, but Barrett charges him with a shoulder block and runs him hard into a corner! He drives his shoulder into Cesaro’s stomach repeatedly! Then he slams knee after knee repeatedly into his thighs, really trying to ground Cesaro. Once he falls to the ground, Barrett leans against the ropes and lays a boot on his chest, pushing down with all his weight as he extends the four-count to its fullest extent. The referee then holds Barrett back until Cesaro is to his feet, and as soon as he’s standing, Barrett runs at him… and he’s met with a European Uppercut! That took every ounce of strength Cesaro had! Both men are down, and after a five count, Cesaro is the first one to his feet. He takes the Englishman by the hair, peeling him off the canvas, and grabs him for a massive gutwrench suplex! Cesaro is pumped, and he points both fists toward the sky and “shoots” them! He’s looking for the Neutralizer! He puts him in position between his legs… but Barrett simply stands up, and he has him in position for Wasteland! But Cesaro wiggles free, and slides down his back, headfirst, and throws his feet down at the mat, and now has Barrett in position for a Gutwrench, and he transitions it into a Neutralizer! But Barrett drops to his knees, and climbs between his legs, standing up and gripping his arms from behind for a Souvenir! He pushes him forward, spins him, and goes for the forearm to the face...and he ducks it! Barrett turns directly around into a European Uppercut! Barrett falls back onto the ropes, and Cesaro chases him down and puts him in position for the Neutralizer! This time, he lifts Barrett up and hits it! The cover! One-Two-Three! Cesaro wins!
Taz: Too bad for Barrett. He really put together a great run in the tournament. Only good things can come from his performance in the past few weeks.
Cole: Who cares about Barrett? Cesaro won the match, and that means...
Suddenly, the lights in the arena go down, and everybodies attention is drawn towards the titan-tron as a video package begins to play. The screen shows an empty arena, with an empty wrestling ring in the dead centre.
We see numerous other people holding up the World Heavyweight Championship title, including current Champion Dean Ambrose, and The Brian Kendrick. The shot cuts to an empty locker room, dust floating around a room that has clearly been left derelict for quite some time. A steel chair flies into a wall, breaking in half upon impact.
The lighting brightens a little bit, before the shot cuts to an extreme closeup of the mouth of an as yet unidentified man. The mouth slowly begins to smirk, before a cigarette is placed into his mouth, and he exhales down the camera lense with a light chuckle.
The camera zooms out as the backing track of 'Born This Way' by Lady GaGa kicks in, and the crowd erupt into an unparalleled level of cheers upon seeing the one and only Sultan of Sleaze, Alex Shelley, smiling down the lense at them. He raises a single eyebrow, before shrugging his shoulders and walking away from the camera, leaving it facing the wall, which soon lights up with the letters;
THE SULTAN OF SLEAZE RETURNS THIS SUNDAY NIGHT LIVE ON PAY PER VIEW
Dean Ambrose vs. The Boogeyman
Dean Ambrose, the Total Championship Wrestling Champion, squares off against his challenger, the horrifying Boogeyman. When the two clash, Boogeyman’s strength comes into play, as he shoves the champ hard onto his back, before bending his knees and eerily stalking after Ambrose. Ambrose will have none of the mind games, as he pops to his feet and delivers a sharp kick to the mid-section. Boogeyman has nearly no reaction, as his seemingly otherworld powers gives him the strength to instead clothesline the champion! Ambrose rolls out of the ring, looking for a battle plan. The Boogeyman, without a second thought, follows Ambrose. This turns out to be a major mistake, as Ambrose takes the opportunity to sweep The Boogeyman’s feet off the apron and send him crashing to the arena floor! Ambrose delivers stomp after stomp to the Boogeyman, keeping the stronger man grounded. Miraculously, he isn’t as able to disregard these shots, as they’re much more consistant. Or perhaps, the monster’s “power” was wearing off. Ambrose peeled the Boogeyman off the arena floor, and bashed his head into the stair steps, smearing the paint of the Boogeyman’s face as he did. Boogeyman sat against the stairs after falling from Dean’s grip. Dean slowly stalked away, looking to kick The Boogeyman’s head into the stairs! He takes a running start and.. no! The Boogeyman moves and Dean barely avoids crashing into the stairs, but the Boogeyman jumps on his back and pushes his head down onto the stairs with a huge bulldog! Dean is laid across the staircase, as Boogeyman climbs into the ring at the referee’s 7-count. After an 8- and a 9-count, it appears Ambrose might be counted out, but he finally dives back into the ring in an act of pure adrenaline! The match can go on for just a while longer! And the Boogeyman scoops his opponent right off the ground and lifts him for the Depths of Despair… no! Dean Ambrose counters and drops behind him, gripping him around the waist and running him into the ropes! And he goes for a roll-up! One-Two-No! Boogeyman gets back to his knees, ready to fight, but Ambrose meets him out of nowhere with the Shining Wizard! And the champion gets the pin! One-Two-Three! Ambrose wins in a dominant fashion!
Oh Baby, Here Comes The Sound!
Before Ambrose is even declared the winner by Justin Roberts, the music of The Brian Kendrick blares out around the arena! Ambrose and the fans all quickly direct their focus towards the curtain, expecting to see Kendrick charge towards the ring, but instead he saunters his way onto the stage and slowly, sarcastically begins to applaud the performance of Dean Ambrose. He continues to stroll towards the ring, but half a dozen security guards charge down the ramp and block off the ring, making sure nothing breaks out between the two rivals.
Michael Cole: Stick with us folks, after this commercial we have the live contract signing!
The show cuts to a quick commercial for King Of The Ring and provides customers with details on how to purchase the event. When the show returns the ring has been covered in a red carpet and is filled by three seats and an oak table, upon which rests a contract. Seated one on side of the table, his world title hanging over his shoulder, is Dean Ambrose. On the other side sits The Brian Kendrick sporting his trademark coat, with Paul Heymann lingering behind him. Meanwhile, several security guards occupy the perimeter of the ring. There is only one person missing, and after a 'Wooo!' from the PA System and the crowd, Ric Flair makes his way down to the ring in a designer suit.
Justin Roberts: Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome to the ring at this time, the General Manager of Warzone... 'The Nature Boy', Ric Flair!
Ambrose is slumped in his seat, chewing gum and staring straight into the Nature Boy as he passes by the security guards, steps in through the ropes and receives the microphone from Justin Roberts. With his trademark glistening grin, the Nature Boy walks around the ring for a few moments and then looks into the camera and brings the microphone to his mouth.
Ric Flair: Ok, gentlemen, this is the signing of the official contract for your matchup at King Of The Ring. Now, I know you've read it through earlier in the evening Paul, although I do recommend you read through it Brian because, well, first of all, you're a fool if you trust Paul Heyman... [The crowd pop, Heyman looks outraged, Ambrose half-smirks, and Kendrick glares at Flair, who simply laughs at himself] and second of --
Clearly frustrated by Flair's remark, Kendrick seeks to prove a point by pulling the contract right toward himself and signing it very quickly, and then staring back into the eyes of the Nature Boy. Flair simply shrugs his shoulders.
Ric Flair: Ok then, that was easier than I thought! Now, Dean, you haven't had a chance to look through the contr--
Ambrose leans across the table and grabs the contract, and maintaining eye contact with Flair the whole time, still with the same look of disgust he's had since he sat down.
Ric Flair: You don't even want to read it?
Ambrose rolls his eyes and extends his arm and opens his palm, in which Flair places the microphone. Ambrose, still slumped, begins to speak.
Dean Ambrose: You actually expect me to waste my time reading whatever terminus technicus [Ambrose breaks eye contact with Flair and looks out over into the crowd] That means 'technical terms' for all of you who are uneducated, which, seeing as we're in Sacramento, means all of you...
Ambrose gets a rally of boos from the crowd, understandably and Flair tries to intervene, stepping in to take the microphone off of Ambrose.
Ric Flair: Listen, Dean, if you're going -
Dean Ambrose: No, you listen! I'm your World Champion so you'll shut up and hear what I have to say! Now, where was I... oh, yes - I'm not going to waste my time reading whatever bullshit your people have put in there to convince me that this is fair or that this is right - because it isn't! The fact of the matter is that this is a political attempt by the board of directors to shut down my title reign, because I don't fit the public image or because parents don't want their kids watching me! So no, I didn't read the contract, I just signed it, because when it comes down to it I'm still a living legend of Professional Wrestling and I'll prove it anytime, anywhere!
Rather than hand the microphone back to Flair, Ambrose simply drops it on the ground. The crowd boo loudly at the disrespect shown by Ambrose, and Flair simply stares at him for a moment, before bending down and picking the microphone back up.
Taz: He might be a little older now but I still wouldn't do somethin' like that to The Nature Boy, Cole.
Surprisingly, he doesn't look too annoyed.
Ric Flair: Glad to hear it, sport. You see, I don't really care what conspiracies you think there are against you, and Brian I don't really care if or when Paul Heyman stabs you in the back because someone else offers him an extra dollar - but I did have my reason for suggesting you men read this contract!
Heyman, Kendrick and Ambrose all cast their attention to Flair to hear just what he has to say.
Ric Flair: You see, men, there has been a slight, how should I say...change of plans. You might have noticed the security I have had employed around the ring. Now, I know you fellas aren't too fond of each other, and I know what both of you can do in the ring, but I wouldn't say it would take six men to pull you off one another. And you may have noticed that there's a seat out here, that I haven't once sat down upon. That's because...it isn't my seat. And while I doubt he's going to sit on it, because negotiation isn't really his thing, I had this seat put out here for the third man in your match-up at King Of The Ring. The man who came to me during the week and put in a pretty good claim as to why I should include him in this match...
The crowd begin to create a little noise, and Paul Heyman's is shouting inquiries at Ric Flair, trying to comprehend what he is talking about. Ambrose seems to have perked up a little too as he tries to make sense of this all. Flair, on the other hand, can only grin as he continues.
Ric Flair: Incase you don't understand, I'm breaking the news to you gentlemen that your match at the King Of The Ring is now a triple threat...Woo! Now let me introduce your opponent....
FEED! ME! MORE!
The crowd in The Power Ballance Pavillion erupt! Dean Ambrose leaps from his seat quick as a flash and Kendrick the same, both men glancing at each other before diverting their attention to the curtain in preparation - it seems these two enemies will turn allies to fight off The Human Wrecking Ball! But they wait, and wait, his music still playing, with no sign of hi--WAIT! From the crowd, it's Ryback! Ryback's here! He comes from the opposite side and slides in the ring, and from behind attacks Ambrose! And Kendrick! The two quickly begin to fight back though, and the numbers advantage is too much for Ryback...but he explodes, shoving them both back! Ambrose charges at Ryback and gets met with a Meat Hook clothesline! Kendrick's next...but gets a back body drop, and he crashes through the table! Ryback begins chanting, and the crowd join in - Feed! Me! More! Feed! Me! More! Ryback is stalking Ambrose, who is using the ropes to get back to his feet slowly but surely. He then turns his attention to Kendrick, who is also slowly rising to his feet. Ryback turns to face the crowd and yells out 'FINISH! THEM!' Surely not a double Shellshock!? He tries to grab Ambrose, but the World Champ drops and slips under the bottom rope, rolling away holding his head. Before Ryback can even grab him, Kendrick also scrambles his way out of the ring.
But it isn't enough! Ryback isn't satisfied yet! He climbs out the ring in pursuit of the duo! Kendrick tries to run, holding his back in agony, while Ambrose is half-crawling half-running up the ramp. Heyman tries to work as a roadblock for Ryback, though it doesn't take long for the beast to shove him to the floor and chase them up the ramp and onto the stage. Ryback grabs a hold of Ambrose, and tosses him right into the set! Kendrick, meanwhile, escapes through the curtain and into the back...but Ryback goes after him! The crowd roar in anticipation as the moments tick by, a crippled Ambrose slowly dragging his beaten body away from the stage and trying to get the hell out of dodge. The desperate World Champion is crawling along the stage away from the curtain...and Kendrick and Ryback are back! Ryback has his enemy by the hair, but Kendrick rakes Ryback in the eyes! Meanwhile, Dean Ambrose is climbing a tower block off the side of the ramp! What in the world! Kendrick hits a flurry of punches which send Ryback reeling backwards, and Kendrick swings a kick - but Ryback catches it!
Ryback shoves Kendrick onto his back, right off the steel! Kendrick crawls as far away as he can, but runs out of room on the stage, nearly crawling off the edge off it! Ryback stares on like a savage predator, preparing himself for a Meat Hook clothesline, as Kendrick slowly brings himself to his feet at one end of the stage. Ryback takes charge, gaining speed as he runs along the stage, he'll give Kendrick a concussion with this! But wait! Kendrick leaps onto the tower block! The one Ambrose is on! Ryback brings himself to a halt just in time, nearly charging off of the stage! Ambrose looks down at Kendrick, who is quickly escalating the titantron with him. Ryback turns his frustration, cursing and punching the same piece of set that he earlier tossed Ambrose in to, as the two men who hated each other twenty minutes ago are now scaling the scaffold together to escape The Human Wrecking Ball. Slowly, a grin formulates on Ryback's face and he turns to face the scaffold. He slowly makes his way towards it and looks up at Ambrose and Kendrick who are above him. He puts a hand on the structure and gets a feel for it - surely he isn't going to climb it!? The structure already appears to be struggling under the strain of Ambrose and Kendrick, nevermind adding another 300lbs to it! The crowd cheer Ryback on, and he takes a look at either side of the structure. But it appears he isn't going to climb it...and he clutches it in both hands, and the crowd cheer him on desperately. Ryback begins to shake the structure! Ambrose and Kendrick both look down in terror, aware of what is running through Ryback's mind, as are the fans who are chanting 'Finish Them!' repeatadly. Ryback nods his head in his trademark way...
Booker T: Aw hell, somebody better get out here and stop Ryback!
Michael Cole: Ambrose and Kendrick are 40 feet in the air
Taz: Come on, Ryback - enough's enough, man!
Despite the wishes of the commentators, Ryback keeps shaking the structure, with Kendrick and Ambrose teetering and tottering at the top of it...and it tears it down! Holy shit! Ambrose and Kendrick both fly and crash as Ryback tears the titantron stand and tips it right over! The pair land right in amongst tables and technical areas, sparks fly and a team of medics and referees swarm the area! Almost instantaneously stretchers arrive for the duo as zaps and sparks emerge from the area.
Booker: I'm speechless, man.
Taz: I've seen some extreme stuff in my life but I am seriously worried about what just happened Kendrick and Ambrose, man. We need to get those guys to a hospital.
Medics and referees begin to probe the area, trying to uncover the bodies amongst the wreckage, and Brian Kendrick is rolled onto a stretcher with a neck brace. The same happens Ambrose, while the crowd are split have changed from their 'Feed Me More' chant to 'Holy Shit!'
Footage of the medics are work is shown for a few more seconds and then the cameras fade to black and another episode of Warzone comes to a close.
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