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Apr 06, 13 at 10:30pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
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It has now been three days since I released to the world my announcement of a new movement. Unsurprisingly, it has not made the splash I had hoped for. That video I made earlier this week in that basement they stuck me, with the camera I had to buy from a thrift shop, has not even reached the front page of TCW.com. Hell, I have checked a few forums, hoping to see something about it their, and nothing. Either nobody cares or, at least I hope, nobody knows it exists. Typical. Because my name alone does not sell millions of t-shirts, because my twitter followers do not exceed half a million, the moment that should have brought on a state of mystique went by unnoticed. I cannot blame these TCW fans though; it is not there fault these suits want to act like I don't exist. Just citing my name still being on the roster as an example of how they don't cut jobs, acting like me being in the ring a handful of times a year is a benefit to society that I should graciously thank them for. It sickens me, the way they act. Just the other day I was in the weight room lifting with the likes of John Good and Tony Carelli when one of them came in. I could not tell you his name because frankly I don't care; it is not like he ever said a word to me. Oh he was talking up a storm to those guys alright, all while wearing one of those big, wide shit-eating grins and asking them the stupidest of questions, like a third-rate interviewer. "You guy's working out for the pay-per-view? Ah yes. Trying to look good for the cameras? Ah yes. Trying to look good for the girls, eh?" I cringe when I see a man talk to another man like he is a teenager just because this man has twenty years on the man he is speaking with. It is so corny it is just infuriating. So, then the suit walked near me. I greeted him in a courteous manner, and he just nods at me as he's walking away. Talks to these guys for twenty minutes because they are upper-cards, but cannot even spend three seconds with me. No wonder he doesn't know me if the only wrestlers he will speak to are those already on top. I wouldn't even talk to the phony bastard anyway.
I did find one thing to note, however. I decided to check some dirstsheets, just to see how close they were to the actual results, and they actually had a bit on me. Finally, someone noticed that video. What they were trying to do was guess who I was. Obviously, they have no idea who I am or what they are doing. Their two guesses, and they confirmed that I was one of these two men, were Carlito or Chris Jericho. Really? These self-proclaimed "experts" think that sell-out Carlito could have come up with something that raw and honest? They think that Jericho has a leg to stand on with an angle like that? Do they not remember how Chris was a golden boy of wrestling for almost a decade, or how Carlos's father is the only reason he ever found success outside of Puerto Rico? Explain how that would make sense, to act as the underdog in a Me vs. The World story? My oh my, these so-called "experts" are so very stupid.
Welp, with King of the Ring officially kicking off my movement, my road-to-glory, my...whatever other cliché one could think of, I'll still probably keep this diary. If I do catch a break, I can sell out with a cheap excuse of a biographical book. I would never actually do it, but I could, and I like the idea that I could be like one of these suits if I wanted to. Again, I would never do that though. I could never actually bring myself to do it. My mind would prevent my body from doing it, from becoming a sham, from becoming no better than the suit who wouldn't even respond with another hello. I would love for them to give me that power, expect me to do what they say and become like them, and just give them the middle-finger the so much deserve. I promise I will check in again. Don't know when though. It could be next week, could be next month, I don't know, but I'll definitely check in. I think I'll go for a run now. Can't say I've ever wanted to check out Madison, Wisconsin, but from what I have been told it is at least safe. Right now, that is good enough for me.
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Apr 06, 13 at 11:36pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
The Chairman’s Address
Hello to all! The Voiceless here, laying down the State of TCW Address. These past few months have been extremely bizarre for me. It all started with a little feud between my Alex Riley and RLFierro ‘s Dean Ambrose. We worked pretty closely on that, and it’s still one of the only feuds noted in the TCW Archive. Well, onward from there Fierro got reeled in by Disenchanted & Killer iPod, and he reeled me in, and I was officially the General Manager my first time in an RP. When TCW came back from its extended hiatus, Dis and iPod had stepped down, and I gladly took the reigns along with Smell The Chiken and it’s been such a great road from there. A few of you have been there through it all, a few of you picked up along the way, and it’s a ride I’ve loved being a part of. I was really looking forward to this move to our very own forum, and it has proven to really pay off, as a new spark has been lit for Total Championship Wrestling. I’ll be here, proudly, every step of the way as we continue bringing you exciting shows, week in and week out. As always, keep in touch, and remember that collaboration is the best formula to make this product the best. I look forward to reading your RPs in the coming months, and I look forward to bringing you the best shows possible.
TCW POWER FIVE
1. Dean Ambrose: The current TCW World Heavyweight Champion has completely cemented his place at the top of the power five this month, absolutely dominating almost every single opponent he's come across. By capturing the TCW Championship from The Brian Kendrick inside the hellish Elimination Chamber, he showed that he wasn't only a fighter, but he was a survivor, and he is one of the best things in the world of Professional Wrestling at this time. It looks like he's going to be Champion for a long time if he keeps up the good word, but with a match at the Pay Per View against former World Champion The Brian Kendrick, and the ever fearsome Ryback, it could be the biggest challenge he's yet to face...
2. Santino Marella: Ever since taking on a new Persona, Santino Marella has gone from strength to strength. He may have lost the TCW Television Championship, but upon the announcement of the King of the Ring tournament, he knew he had to up his game and come on full force in the past month to win the classic competiton that has catapulted so many superstars to glory in the past. With his finals match at the Pay Per View, he could claim a TCW World Heavyweight Championship opportunity by winning, and if he does so it will be a glorious achievement for this superstar who turned his back on the fans for a taste of success.
3. The Brian Kendrick: He may have lost his TCW Championship last month inside the Elimination Chamber, but many believe turning out for the match despite an injury and being told he shouldn't compete is incredibly honorable. The fans had the utmost respect for him... Up until he turned his back on the fans and once again aligned with one of the most disgusting men in the history of the business... Paul Heyman. The agent was previously aligned with Kendrick in The Union, before turning his back on Kendrick and aligning with Ryback... Before then turning his back on Ryback and again teaming up with Kendrick. The Brian Kendrick is sure to now be at full strength and will certainly see this weekend as the perfect chance to reclaim his Championship, even with both Ryback and Dean Ambrose standing in the way.
4. Antonio Cesaro: TCW's Mr Consistency makes his way into the Power Five at number four on the list by putting out yet another impressive run of results, including his run in the King of the Ring tournament. Many people expect Cesaro to be one of the next young superstars to break out of the midcard and reach levels of brilliance, and it could be just a matter of time before he finds himself in yet another Main Event match, maybe even a World Championship match if he plays his cards right. All he can do is continue to impress, and someone is bound to take notice of the Swiss Superstar's impressive performances.
5. Drew McIntyre: Drew McIntyre has impressed this month in many ways. He's shown himself to be a true force to reckon with, impressing many people with his in ring performances as well as rising above and beyond three other Superstars to capture the TCW Television Championship. With the title around his waist, Drew clearly feels like he is the greatest thing in the world right now, and he may be able to stake a claim to that by making this TV Title reign as memorable as he can. Who knows, he could soon go the way of Santino Marella or Dean Ambrose, and break through the glass ceiling to become one of the most dominant superstars the world of Professional Wrestling has to offer...
Roleplayer of the Month
Without a doubt, one person has risen above and beyond everybody else this month. With a series of strong performances and an undefeated record, it's clear to all that one person in TCW has performed above all expectations and produced a series of top notch roleplays. It's my duty to inform you all that this month's Roleplayer of the Month is our World Heavyweight Champion, Oxygen! Congratulations on a well deserved victory and what I'm sure is going to be a lengthy World Championship Reign.
TCW Character Interview!
Michael Cole: Drew thanks for taking time out to speak with me for the TCW magazine. I know we've had our differences
Drew McIntyre: Shut your mouth, and lets get this over with. I'm only here as I'm obligated as champion.
Cole: Right, sorry. Well lets start with your recent Tv Title win. You claim due to that win you retired Mr Kennedy. How does that make you feel knowing you've stopped a man earning a living? Supporting his family?
McIntyre: It feels pretty damn good Cole,on my ascension to the top there are going to be casualties. Kennedy's was on borrowed time here in TCW, was only a matter if time before I ended him.
Cole: It's like you have no remorse? No sympathy? You can't be that cold hearted?
McIntyre: I am walking hand in hand with evil. Marching towards purifying my soul eternally. While you mortals live in this world in fear of death, I embrace it, I DELIVER it, and soon I will become death!
Cole: Drew I have no idea what you mean by that. Could you help out readers at home understand why you have chosen this path?
McIntyre: This path was chosen for me by a greater force than your tiny mind could ever understand. It's the start of a revolution! You will see more and more people join me on a quest for salvation. If they are worthy, I shall bring them in with cloak of darkness and mould them into more efficient and worthwhile members of The New World.
Cole: The new world? What is that all about.
McIntyre: All I can say Cole is stay tuned to TCW programming in the coming weeks. The uprising has begun.
Match of the Month
The Match of the Month this month took some thinking, but only briefly as the storyline leading into it and extremely strong performances from two of the participants in particular made it an extremely memorable match for those involved, as well as the judges and people who read it. At last months Pay Per View, the World Heavyweight Championship was decided inside a brutal elimination chamber match, and it was an extremely entertaining match. The personal feud between Ryback, The Brian Kendrick and Dean Ambrose that continues into this months King of the Ring pay per view was the backbone of a vicious matchup, and the newly debuted Dean Ambrose upset all of the odds to pick up the victory and win the TCW World Heavyweight Championship! An excellently competitive match with a great series of roleplays from Oxygen and Homicide in particular made it a match to remember in the archives of TCW!
Spoiler:The Elimination Chamber
quote Elimination Chamber Match
Blast From The Past!
This months blast from the past comes from GZW, in the highly anticipated main event of Aftershock as Disenchanted, Jaffers, the_REAL_Zwarrior, and Sapphorous battled it out for the GZW Undisputed Championship. The lead up to the match took many swerves and dramatic turns; from Randy Orton’s ill advised taxi ride, to the death of Sting, this match up really had it all. Each competitor gave it their all, but in the end it was Disenchanted who picked up a well deserved win.
TCW Roleplayer Interview
Smell The Chiken: This month, we are interviewing the man behind Santino Marella's heel run. He is one of the top RPers in TCW today. He is Homicide. Thank you for being here today, Homi.
Smell The Chiken: Let's start off with the basics, shall we? A/S/L?
Smell The Chiken: Cincinnati? Neat, though I haven't heard many good things about that city. Just the Reds, and Chris Hansen apparently. Outside of RPing, what do you do for a living and for fun?
Smell The Chiken: Disc golfing, like frisbee golfing? Is that big in Cincinatti? And when you get home from work, do you have that special someone waiting for you?
Smell The Chiken: Well, congratulations. I personally wish you a happy marriage. But let's change the subject from girls to roleplaying as wrestlers. How did you start your RPing career?
quote HomicideJust terrible. I started my RP career by being the worst ever.
Smell The Chiken: See, boys and girls, with just a bit of hard work and determination, anyone can make there way to main event matches. Since you do not like how you were when you started, looking back, what was the point where you really improved as an RPer?
Smell The Chiken: We kind of went on about general questions in the GD thread, the usual "What was your favorite moment?" and "Who was your favorite wrestler to RP?". So, how about something different. Who is or was your favorite person to RP with, be it on a team or in a rivalry?
Smell The Chiken: So would that be your advice for the up-and-comers? Be more about telling a story than RPing to win?
Smell The Chiken: You said it was BlueStreak's RPs that played a part in making you a better RPer. Who else would you say helped you in your RPing career? If you have any shout-outs, now would be a good time.
Smell The Chiken: One last thing before we leave. Can you give us a hint of what you have planned for Santino?
Smell The Chiken: Sounds good, even if you can't reveal anything. Thank you for your time, Homicide.
King of the Ring Preview
One of the biggest talking points of King of the Ring is sure to be the return from injury of one of the most successful superstars of the last few years. Alex Shelley, the Sultan of Sleaze making his triumphant return to the ring after 20 months on the sidelines is something that everybody is incredibly excited to see. Many people are excited to see whether we're going to see the same Alex Shelley we all loved from his days in Awesome $leaze with The Miz, one of the greatest tag teams of this generation, but people are hesitant, worried that his incredibly long absence is going to affect his in ring abilities, and maybe we'll see signs of major ring rust. One thing is for sure, mentally, he's exactly the same man, with exactly the same desire for success and glory as ever!
This picture signifies two matches that will take place tomorrow night at King of the Ring, one being a competitive Battle Royal for the chance to take a shot at the TCW Television Champion, Drew McIntyre. The other, being the TV title match itself! The winner of the Battle Royal will have to pull themselves together in time to face the Champion later in the same night, meaning that immediately they will be at a disadvantage against a much fresher opponent, but having overcome as many as twenty men in order to get the chance, they won't be letting it go to waste easily. Surely running on adrenaline, they will be putting in their all to make sure they walk away with the moral victory of winning the Battle Royal, and the physical victory of carrying away the TCW Television Championship!
An incredibly personal feud has taken over the working life of WarZone General Manager Ric Flair, and could he have finally met his match going up against the much younger Cody Rhodes, who absolutely wreakes of potential, with many people sure he's going to be the next big thing in professional wrestling. For weeks these two men have been going toe to toe in verbal sparring matches and debates, and finally Ric Flair agreed to take on the youthful superstar in a contest that is sure to be incredibly intense as both men desperately try to get one up on the other. One thing is certain, it's going to be emotional for both people.
Both of the men in this years incredible King of the Ring tournament have excelled week in week out, defeating everybody who steps in their way for the chance to be crowned King of the Ring, and earn a chance at the TCW World Heavyweight Championship next month. There is nothing personal going on here, no emotions or hatred or disgust at one another, this is strictly business. Both men are desperate for the chance to win this tournament and elevate themselves to a level even higher than they one they are at now, and to hold the honor of being Wrestling Royalty is sure to ensure their Main Event future for a long time to come. The best of luck to two extremely deserving combatants.
This is sure to be the incredibly violent, vicious and hate-filled culmination to what has been an incredibly personal, deep feud between three extremely ambitious and more than a little bit crazy men. We've seen Paul Heyman bounce from person to person in his desire for success, and it shocked the world when Brian Kendrick took him back on as his manager two short weeks ago. Ryback since that point has been on the warpath, destroying everyone and everything in his path, including the entire WarZone set last week! Dean Ambrose is guarenteed to pull out all of the stops in order to retain his TCW Championship, but above all else he's certain to want to inflict as much pain on his opponents as is humanly (or perhaps inhumanly) possible. The Main Event of King of the Ring will be absolutely astounding and something you absolutely cannot miss. Tune in on Sunday for what's certain to be an amazing Pay Per View!
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Apr 07, 13 at 3:23am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
King of the Ring Final
Santino Marella vs. Antonio Cesaro
After there brutal fight in the ring and the pull apart afterwards Antonio Cesaro would be seen backstage. He was holding his jaw tightly and he would look annoyed as he walks backstage. Blood can be seen trickling out of his mouth as he got hit pretty hard in the fight in the ring. Antonio Cesaro turns his head and sees that a camera crew is following him, stopping he turns around and snaps his fingers as one of the crew members quickly hands him a microphone. Antonio Cesaro spits the blood out of his mouth and then speaks angrily down into the microphone.
The crowd begins a small helping of boos as Antonio Cesaro would smirk as he reveals blood has stained his perfect white teeth. His free hand runs over his head as he rubs the back of his head as he then clams himself down and then continues to speak down into the microphone.
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Apr 07, 13 at 3:44am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Things hadn't exactly been going the right way for Batista since he arrived in TCW. A loss to Antonio Cesaro in his first match, which in turn had eliminated him from the King of the Ring tournament that culminated this Sunday at the King of the Ring pay-per-view, and another technicality loss to TCW World Heavyweight Champion, Dean Ambrose, had also knocked Batista off the path. After being zero and two in his TCW career, Batista had contemplated just walking out the door altogether. It seemed despite his best efforts, the new breed of superstar was just more than he could handle. But Batista realised this meant admitting defeat, and defeat was not something Batista was comfortable with. Batista had gone to management and asked for a week off, so he could do some basic fine tuning to his skills. He'd been training non-stop since his loss to Ambrose, and wouldn't stop until he claimed the title he knew was created for him.
The scene opens with Batista in what appears to be a small gym. Batista is shown laying under a bar on the bench press. He rubbed his hands together and firmly grasped the bar. He raised the bar off the stand it rested on, and proceeded to repeatedly bench press the bar. Batista kept pushing the weights repeatedly, even though his arms began to weaken. But he could not stop if he wanted to be the best once more. Repetition after repetition, after repetition, after repetition. There was no stopping Batista in his mind. His mind was set on what he needed to achieve. The repetitions continued for what felt like a lifetime. Batista just continued to push and push, not breaking the rhythm he had built up. After a few more repetitions however, The Animal soon began to show signs of fatigue. Slowly, Batista's work rate dropped, as he began struggling to fully extend his arms. Realising he was done, Batista struggled to push the bar back to its resting place, but after an over exertion, he got it done. He laid there for a moment, attempting to catch his breath with the little break he could afford. Shockingly, Batista was interrupted by the sound of his phone ringing.
Batista reached for his gym back and picked it up. He stuck his hand inside and reached around for a few seconds before pulling out his phone. He looked at the name and as he did so, his eyes widened. Batista looked confused. Batista's muscles still ached after the strenuous work out he'd been doing, so he flipped open his phone and held it to his ear with his shoulder. Batista went to say something to the mystery person, but is immediately cut off by the voice on the other side of the line. Batista used his free hands to grab a hand towel and wiped his hands. He then proceeded to wipe the sweat that had built up on his brow. As he continued to dry himself, the unknown individual had continued to talk mostly at Batista, not offering him a chance to say anything in return. After a few minutes of constant talk, the person finally stopped talking and seemed to expect a response from The Animal. Batista shook his head in an uncertain manner, not liking what he'd heard from the stranger.
Batista: Can I think about it?
The person verbally blasted Batista from the other end of the line and eventually hung up on Batista. Batista sat there, seemingly indifferent to the phone call that had just transpired. He stood up and collected some heavier weights from the rack, replacing the weight that had previously been attached to the bar he had just been using. The Animal again slid under the bar and proceeded to begin his bench pressing all over again. After a few presses, his phone rang again. Batista placed the bar back in to its holder and sat up. He reached over to his phone and saw the same name from before. The Animal flipped open his phone once again. The voice spoke again, but for nowhere near as long as last time. The person soon hung up on Batista, who jumped up from the bench press and grabbed his gym bag. He fetched out his set of keys and proceeded to head straight out the door in a hurry.
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Apr 07, 13 at 7:54am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Rolling Black Out (Rolling DDT Guillotine) | Death by Judo (Tazplex)
King of The Ring comes to the back where Josh Mathews is standing by with the lovely and returning Victoria.
Josh: Please welcome my guest here tonight, Victoria.
Victoria smiles and is dressed very nicely tonight in a purple sequence dress. Her hair is long, down to the middle of her back, black with a silver streak all the way from root to tip.
Josh: First of all welcome back to TCW. What are your plans for your return?
Victoria: Thank you Josh. My plan is to bring a bit of….
Before Victoria can even continue her sentence Santino Marella appears and steps in-between both Josh and Victoria.
Santino: Nobody cares about you Victoria. Did you see what just happened to me!?
Santino spits on the floor exuding some blood that was caused by Antonio Cesaro just a little while ago.
Santino: Do you even care what happened to me Josh? Of course you don’t, you are nothing more than an insignificant piece of trash! Get out of here! Both of you!
Both Victoria and Josh back away slowly and leave the seething Santino alone. Santino then turns to face the camera, blood dripping from his mouth.
Santino: Cesaro I was going to take it easy on you tonight, but not anymore. When you step into the ring with me later on I promise you that I am going to break you. I am going to beat you within an inch of your life and leave you a bloodied mess in that ring. I don’t care if I win the match tonight, but know that even if you do beat me tonight you will not make it to your world title match next month. You won’t even make it out of that ring. Win, lose, or draw you are going to be carried out of that ring on a stretcher!
Santino spits again on the floor and then wipes what remains with the back of his hand.
Santino: Ambrose, Kendrick, Ryback….. I haven’t forgotten about you either. Whether I win or lose tonight I will be coming after whichever one of you holds that title. I may not be the King after tonight, but I damn sure will usurp the throne and get what is rightfully mine. Tick tock, tick tock, my time is coming and yours is running out. I will get my revenge and I will get my championship no matter which one of you holds it.
Just then Josh Mathews re-appears with microphone in his hand.
Josh: Santino the trainer wanted me to ask you to come visit him. He wants to see if you ok to compete tonight.
Santino shoots a look at Josh that nearly makes the man’s heart stop.
Santino: You tell that fat bastard that if he wants to see me then he can come to the ring after I break Cesaro’s neck and end his career.
Josh slowly backs away again not wanting to cause any more trouble. Santino looks at the camera one last time and leaves us with his final message.
Santino: Cesaro, beat me if you can….
Some of the fans in the arena finish the line with ‘survive if I let you’. Santino just stares at the camera damn near shaking with anger. The camera fades to black and into the next segment.
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Apr 07, 13 at 8:28am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
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We pick up with TCW’s very own straight edge superstar, CM Punk as he makes his way around the backstage area. Unlike previous shows the event crew seem more content to have Punk around, largely in part to his sudden change in demeanour. There’s something about his arrogance that is somewhat alluring to people, and they almost can’t help but be drawn to him. It’s a rather dangerous ability to posses, since Punk is unmistakably a bad person. He’s as much as told everybody that about himself earlier in the evening, where he mentioned how he is only out for himself. Despite that though the fans still cheer, and people still want to consider him as their friend. Not that it’s something that bothered Punk though, if people were going to put themselves in a position to be taken advantage of then who was he to deny them? One person stood out from the crowd though, one person who ever since meeting Punk has bee able to see through his allure. This has caused a lot of friction between the two, and luckily for the vast majority of their careers they’ve been able to avoid each other. Though as fate would have it they once again find themselves working for the same company, which brings us to why Punk is making his way around the backstage area. He comes to a stop beside a locker room door the cameras quickly pan around and reveal the name plant that Punk is currently staring down; ‘Alex Shelley’. Punk reaches out for the door handle, about to burst into the room and reignite his feud with Shelley.
Punk released the handle and turned around to be met by one of the back stage assistant. He didn’t bother responding to him, instead he just turned and may his way back towards his locker room. There was in fact only one thing going through Punk’s mind at this point, who? Could it be that Alex Shelley had boldly made the first move mere moments before Punk had gotten the chance to? If not Shelley then who could it possibly be? He was fairly confident it was nobody from tonight’s match, for one if they had an issue with him they’d get to settle it inside of the ring. Plus he knew that none of the people he mentioned were the type to hunt him down for some sort of backstage showdown. Finally he reached his locker room, and without any hesitation he burst inside.
The cameras caught sight of the ghastly figure of Paul Heyman who was stood a couple of feet away from Punk. As always he was wearing one of his cheap polyester suits, which had been marred with numerous patches of sweat. Heyman shot Punk one of his unmistakably grim smiles, before reaching out to shake his hand. Punk left him hanging though, as he stared back at Paul looking less than impressed with his presence.
Heyman realising he wasn’t going to get a handshake from Punk slowly withdrew his hand back down to the side of him, before finally breaking his silence.
As much as a scum bag Heyman was, he certainly had a way with words. To the point anybody watching would genuinely believe that Heyman was there to rejoin the straight edge superstar, Punk though knew Heyman too well. If anything there time together would now go against Heyman, as Punk was fully aware that the only reason Paul was stood in front of him right now is because he needed something.
Surprisingly Heyman didn’t even seem remotely rattled by what Punk had just said, most likely due to the fact he was accustomed to be spoken to in such a way. He just stood patiently waiting for a little bit of the tension to fall from the air, before again trying to win Punk over.
Another convincing bit of rhetoric from Heyman which would win the vast majority of people over, it was clear from Punk’s disinterested stare that it wasn’t the case here though.
Heyman, realising he’s been rumbled, doesn’t try to convince Punk otherwise of his intentions. Instead he just awkwardly smiles at the straight edge superstar, as he makes his way across the room. Before he exits it though Punk has one last little thing to say.
A dejected Heyman finally leaves Punk’s locker room, and closes the door behind him. The cameras then fade to black, and we’re taken back to ringside.
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Apr 07, 13 at 8:32am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
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When, finally, the TCW camera returned from its dull detour of infomercials and cinema teasers, we found that at some point during the interval Lillian Garcia was missing in action. The usual woman of the hour and TCW ring announcer had been rather unceremoniously replaced by a short, rather squat looking middle aged Hispanic man in a shapeless black suit and bow tie. His posture was noticeably hunched and his face was tensed and ugly. He was he looked down his crooked brown nose to the front row of fans, and obviously didn't approve of what he could see. There was a look of presumed authority about him, as if he were undertaking a task unbecoming of his short stature. He pulled a dark curl of hair back of his ear, earning a jeer from the crowd, and rolled his eyes at the audience that surrounded him. He had a microphone in his hand, so one could only assume at some point he was going to find something important to say.
Booker T:: You don’t know who this is Cole? That man is Ricardo Rodriguez!
Michael Cole: Well forgive me, but we have a schedule and Senor Rodriguez is, for lack of a better term, crashing our party!
The wasn't even a breath of delay as the audience turned towards the stage and, without further coaxing, unleashed the worst of their howls at the wavy curtain tucked in beside the stage. It wasn't much longer when the sharp staccato reports of a car horn started blasting from backstage. The camera did one final run across the stands, catching a few middle finger salutes in the process, before focusing on the gleaming gun metal grey contours of a fresh off the line Jaguar XK. With it's proud owner, the beaming Albert Del Rio , to it's steering wheel and waving to the peeved off Wisconsin audience.
Cole: Oh good lord, don't even get me started.
Del Rio pulled up alongside the stage with a loud rev of the XK's turbo-charged 2.0 litre engine and disembarked. Sporting the latest fashion of a open necked black suit with a silk woven white scarf hanging off his neck, the pride of Mexico looked like he had just stepped out of Amarni's latest fashion catalogue, complete with the gelled back hair and a million dollar smile. He put one foot on the ramp and the camera shifted back to his henchman, who was flying off the rails in Spanish and going for overkill with flamboyant hand gestures.
The most impressive facet of the introduction was reserved for how poor Ricardo, with his unimpressive stature and lung capacity, was able to drag that final vowel on for almost a full ten seconds. By the time it finally flat lined Del Rio was already at the summit of the steps, poised on the lip of the ring and waiting on his man to assist him into the ring. Ricardo obliged, weighted down the middle rope, and allowed his master to slip gracefully between the ropes and into centre stage; that impish little leer of his never faltering, even in the face of the scathing crowd. He stood there, smiling while the crowd boiled, before holding out his hand and gesturing for Ricardo's microphone, who surrendered it before falling back to the far corner of the ring. Alberto lifted the microphone, hesitating to lip his lips, and then raised his finger to the crowd in the same manner a lecturer would dictate to his classroom.
His Hispanic accented English did nothing but incite a fresh chorus of jeers, and an approving nod from Ricardo in the far corner. Alberto revelled in it for a moment, nodding his head and smiling obnoxiously to the stands before continuing.
This unexpected slice of humble pie breaks the turmoil and causes the crowd to hesitate. There was long, awkward moment of consideration as the crowd tried to rationalise the compliment. Some of the more easily persuaded cheered, some disbelievers continued to jeer, but an overwhelming majority remained silent. That was, until, Del Rio spoke again.
Alberto broke out into a characteristically bad case of the giggles as the crowd turned on him once more and Ricardo, visible in the corner of the camera, energetically applauded. Only when he had his fun did Alberto start again, dropping the cheesy grin for a more sinister and leering selection of smile.
At the mention of TCW's incumbent World Heavyweight Champion the crowd rallied for another bout of abuse. Whatever the insult, Del Rio smiled on ever so smugly; his voice steeped with glee.
Punk drags out a much more divided reaction from the stands, but no less deafening than those that had come before. Alberto hesitated as a calculated expression stretched across his face, he was thinking.
A few staccato bouts of laughter did nothing to drown out the hisses of the crowd. Alberto laughed at first but soon his face fell into hard and frightening scowl. His fingers tensed on the microphone as if he were about to wield it on someone and voice rose to almost a roar.
The were possibly thousands of answers shouted at him, but none of them did anything to deter the coming lecture. Hell, it didn't even slow him down.
Nobody took kindly to that, not even the immigrant appreciating left winger would have stood for that. One by one, before he had even finished, until all as one the crowd roared down on Alberto. The national pride of Mexico threw his arms open, as if in challenge, but then he was smiling again. He was enjoying this. Ricardo was applauding; the fans, they were bawling; and then Alberto flipped that switch once more and suddenly he wasn't smiling any more, he was talking.
And then there was the smile again. Alberto relaxed, dropping his microphone and holding it down by his trouser leg, and the crowd kicked up into a frenzy. All the usual abuse followed, and it looked for a second Alberto was about to start again. Then something unusual happened.
“We want Shelley! We want Shelley! We want Shelley!”
Who knows what asshole started it, but it was catching on. Soon the whole arena was singing to the same tune. The camera did a detour, sweeping over the stands and catching more than one placard with Alex Shelley plastered over it. When it returned to the ring Alberto's expression was dark and, for a moment, he was silent with the microphone hanging just inches from his lips with Ricardo, looking lost and dazed, straying behind him.
Wait, what? The crowd was still in the last throws of it's “We want Shelley” chant when Alberto dropped the news, but they were, slowly, coming around. Alberto Del Rio, soon-to-be International Champion? The camera got a good close up of Alberto's face, he was smiling again.
Rhetorical questions don't deserve much pause, but the crow managed to squeeze in some sharp retorts before he finished.
Alberto threw his arms wide and rotated slowly; giving every corner of the arena a final glimpse of his broad and brilliant smile as he welcomed the predictably harsh reaction of the Wisconsin faithful. Ricardo, again, was cheering in the corner and it looked as if all cards had been dealt. Leaving Del Rio with one more thing to say.
Alberto smiled for the camera one last time just as the piping fanfare of the horns moved to drown out the raging roars of the crowd. The camera gave the stands a final pan, none of them looked particularly sad to see him go. Alberto barked something at Ricardo, who jumped to attention as Alberto shoved the microphone into his chest before he assisted his master out of the ring just as Booker T, who had been muzzled the entire time, sparked to life.
Michael Cole: Oh good grief, all that just to tell us he's the mystery man?
Booker T: Hey, don't dissin' my man Alberto. It's all about the class, you just mad cause you don't have none Cole!
Michael Cole: Please, if ever the day comes when I need lessons in class you will not be the first man I console myself in.
The camera gave one final sweep of the crowd before it once again trailed the proud and smiling Del Rio as he posed on stage before finally headed into the arena, with Ricardo falling in behind him. Camera wet dark, and the show moved on.
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Apr 07, 13 at 9:34am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Rolling Black Out (Rolling DDT Guillotine) | Death by Judo (Tazplex)
An empty arena is the most silent sound you can hope to hear or not hear. It’s so quiet that you can hear your hair growing, your skin peeling, and the sound of your anxiety explode through your ear drums. Santino Marella sits in this empty arena just two hours before the King of The Ring pay per view is about to start. No one else is here except him, no stage hands, no agents, and not even any other wrestler wanting to get a good look at the set before show time. Only Santino sits in this emptiness thinking and wondering to himself. Santino sits in the throne that is designated for the winner of his match tonight against Antonio Cesaro. Whoever wins gets to claim this throne as theirs and gets an even better prize of challenging for the World Title. A camera way off in the distance zooms in on Santino sitting on the throne as if he has already won it. Santino must believe that he is alone; this cameraman is in the very top row of the arena and is zoomed all the way in, which still remarkably doesn’t ruin the definition of the video. Santino is relaxed in the throne sitting back with both arms draped on the arms of the throne, looking very kingly which is obviously his intent. Then the lion backed warrior speaks which startles the camera man as he can hear everything he is saying. The camera shakes a tiny bit, but stabilizes quickly. ”My night is finally here.”
Santino rubs a hand on his un-shaven chin while in thought. A small beard has begun to grow, nothing to scream about, but there is the beginnings of a magnificent beard. ”My time has finally arrived. I am going to take this throne by cunning or force and then I am going to take the title.” Santino then begins to rub the arm of the throne that he sits on admiring the sparkle of the gold under the lights of the arena. Santino leans his head back, puts both arms on the arms of the throne and his legs are open about a foot apart looking rather kingly.
”Dean Ambrose you have woken the dragon in my lion heart. If it weren’t for you I would have gone away forever after the elimination chamber, but there’s just something about you that drives me to want to beat you. There is something about you that makes me turn into someone I thought long forgotten.” Santino readjusts himself on the throne and leans forward using the arms of the chair to keep him from falling on his face. ”I have to win tonight and then you have to win tonight. I will not accept any other outcome. Nothing else will quench my thirst for your blood more than taking that title from around your waist.”
Santino now stands to his feet and takes a quick look around the arena. ”Soon all of these empty seats will be filled with screaming idiots cheering for their favorite wrestlers and booing the ones that make them mad. They will witness the reign of a new king and a champion keeps his title. They will witness the carnage that ensues thereafter. They will witness the lion stalk its prey after it’s been tired out by other un-worthy foes and then they will witness the lion pounce and tear their champion to bloody ribbons of flesh.” The ferocity in Santino’s voice is definitely getting louder. Santino walks away from the throne and stands at the top center of the entrance ramp and stares at the ring.
”They will witness their new king, the lion, kill their champion. They will witness a new regime of power in TCW. They will witness the fall of their crow champion and the rise of the king of the jungle. ” Santino goes from being fierce to calm in no time at all. A realization comes over him quickly and he begins to ponder about it. ”Only if the crow survives will the lion be able to reign over him in battle.”
Santino turns and walks up towards the curtain, but before he exits he turns and faces the ring one last time. ”Tonight a battle for glory begins and ends and there can only be one true king. Possessing the crown you hold the power, but those who hold the gold make all the rules. The only way to truly rule is to have both. Someone isn’t walking out of here alive….” Santino turns and walks through the black curtain. The camera man zooms back out and puts this to an end, fading to black.
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Apr 07, 13 at 9:39am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Finisher: Depths of Despair (Face First Reverse Powerbomb)
As the match to determine the number one contender for Drew McIntyre's TV Title looms ever closer The Boogeyman is in his changing room gearing up for the match of his life. This could be his night, the night when everyone finally sits up and takes notice of the threat that he possesses. He starts getting prepared by lacing up his black boots and then stands up and fits his belt through the holes around his black leather jeans. After slipping on his hooded cloak, he is ready to go, head to toe in his black ring attire. Approaching his locker he pulls out his chain made with skull and bones. Once the chain is placed round his neck he gazes into the mirror at the opposite side of the room, taking one step at a time until he is only a few inches away from it. Looking focused and more determined than ever.
"TONIGHT IS THE NIGHT WE MAKE EVERYBODY BELIEVE"
At that moment someone sneaks his way into The Boogeyman's locker room, it is none other than Josh Matthews. With the sweat dripping from his forehead and a look of dread in his eyes, he shuffled in as quietly as he could. Standing undetected for a few moments it appears like Josh is hesitating whether to actually ask anything at all. Finally he perks up the courage, at least enough to whisper in a shy retiring voice.
Josh Matthews: I'm sorry to disturb you Boogeyman, especially when you have a match about to kick off in a few moments. I have to ask though why do you continue to physically assault members of the audience on a weekly basis, and even this week taking it one step too far by launching a microphone which happened to hit a kid square on the face. Care to explain yourself?
The Boogeyman: "Why did i hit a kid in the head"? Well quite simply it was not intended for anyone specifically, all i was caring about was the fact it made contact with someone..... anyone. I threw it out and as it was spinning in the air i let the dark side do the rest. Let me make myself clear i don't give a damn about any of these people in this crowd, if they want to show up every week then that is fine but they have to be prepared for the worst case scenario and that is me physically hurting each and every last one of them".
Josh Matthews: You have made is abundantly clear of your dislike for the audience and just about everyone else but can you honestly say you do not have one ounce of regret about assaulting a young innocent child?
The Boogeyman: Ahhhh regret. That is the one thing i do not feel when i look back at that incident earlier tonight. In fact if you hadn't tip toed your way into my locker room then it would most likely have slipped my mind, you see i do this on a daily basis. It doesn't matter if i'm in the ring, out walking in the street or lurking around in someone's closet. The only people that should have regret about earlier is the kid and his father.
Looking stunned by the answer to which The Boogeyman gave Josh tries to mumble out another few words but fails miserably. He is as bad as everyone else, reduced to a nervous wreck just by the very presence of the Soul Destroyer standing nearby.
Josh Matthews: Suu....Suuur......Suuuure.......Suuuuuurely you cannot be serious?
The Boogeyman: I'm being deadly serious Josh. If that kid didn't run away crying to his daddy like a little pussy then his father would not have had his skull crushed into the steel ramp courtesy of my big boot. Maybe after i win my match tonight i will ask the kid and his father for an APOLOGY. An apology for making me do what i did tonight. I was on my way towards my dressing room, already planning and plotting what i would do to those other 14 men before a few homemade vigilantes decided to take matters into their own hands and look how that went down. They all fell victim to the endless wave of evil which crashes through TCW on a weekly basis and it will remain that way whilst i am still around.
Josh Matthews: Buuu.. Buuut....
The Boogeyman: But NOTHING Josh. Is their anything else you would like to ask me because you are really starting to piss me off?
Clearly Josh has more questions to ask but he pauses for a moment contemplating whether it is worth the risk. He is the ultimate professional though and always strives to get the best interview possible. He knows that if he continues to press with questions about assaulting the audience he will soon be set upon as well. So he decides to change the topic of conversation.
Josh Matthews: So in a few moments you are set to face 14 other superstars in the middle of that ring, all in the hope to be the number one contender to the prestigious TV Title. What do you make of your chances Boogeyman, how do you expect to win this evening?
The Boogeyman: It's not about how i'm going to win tonight that you should be asking. It's all about how the other 14 superstars are going to survive in this ring with me tonight. I am like a shark because once i sense blood i will rip their flesh from their bodies. All that will be left at the end of this match is me standing alone next to all the mutilated corpses beside me that i have ripped apart with my bare hands. If anyone thinks they can stop me tonight then they are wrong.
Josh Matthews: Well i am certainly not going to argue with that but how do you think the other superstars will react to your recent comments and behavior?
The Boogeyman: Should i really be caring what those other bitches in the back think about me? Not of them scares me despite their "successes". What have i to be fearful of? Let's Analyse this for a second. You have:
CM Punk - The man who has the longest title reign in the modern era stemming from his WWE days. But that's the problem, this is not the WWE. You have to prove yourself all over again. He's went from superstar to jobber in the space of a few months and even lowering himself to carrying about William Regal's luggage. It's nice that he cares for the elderly like that but he should be ashamed of himself for having to lower himself to that standard.
Daniel Bryan - How is this guy even still in with a chance of having another opportunity at the TV Title? Drew McIntyre has beaten him to a pulp several times now without breaking a sweat. I think the real answer for all the chances that come his way is that he must be sucking Ric Flair's or Vince McMahon's d*ck. Coming to think of it if Daniel Bryan isn't sacked tonight then i think it will become clear that my allegations are correct because he offers absolutely nothing.
Cody Rhodes - As good a competitor as he is, he is no match for me. He calls himself dashing but he is a member of the Rhodes family after all, so compared to Dusty and Golddust even the Elephant Man would be cocky and arrogant about his appearance in a family that resembles the cast of The Hills Have Eyes. His dashing appearance won't be an issue after tonight though, i will disfigure him beyond recognition if he dares stand in my way.
Damien Sandow - I think all that crack Sandow has been injecting/smoking has went to his head. He must be sitting smashed out his face every night in front of his TV with Sherlock Holmes on a constant loop because that's who he thinks he is, he is nothing more than a poor imitation of someone else. I know why he is involved in substance abuse. He wants to claim his life before evil ever gets a chance to do it for him. He will not live to see old age, either he will run out of veins and die desperately looking to locate one on his body or i will end it for him.
Out of the 14 opponents he would face he chose to mention only these 4 in particular. Was it because they were his main targets or whom he deemed to be the biggest threat or just simply because time was running out before his match stared?. Either way he did not give a reason for this as he turned his back on Josh and the cameraman and walked back across to the lockers.
Josh Matthews: What about the other 10 opponents? Do you have a message for them?
His head spinning instantly, The Boogeyman darts across to the backtracking Josh, grabbing him by his shirt collar and pressing him up against the cold concrete wall. The panic on Josh's face is all too familiar as he desperately tried to free himself.
The Boogeyman: A message for the other 10 you ask? In matter of fact i do. Thanks for asking Josh.
Releasing his grip on Josh's shirt collar and neck The Boogeyman backs off and is in deep thought as to what he should do next. Josh takes a moment to pat himself down and compose himself once more. He stretches out his hand and elevates the mic to Boogeyman's lips. A crazed look once again radiates from every pour in the Soul Destroyer's body. He delivers a sharp right hand to the side of Josh's head which sends him tumbling to the floor. He grabs him by the back of his suit and props him up on his shoulders. He walks over to the row of lockers, opening each door as he passes with one hand whilst holding Josh on his shoulders with the other. Taking a step back to the start of where the lockers are placed The Boogeyman then launches Josh across the room like a javelin. His whole body hurtling and crashing through the metal doors, taking each one off the hinges before falling to the floor in a crumpled heep. The cameraman drops the camera and makes a beeline for the door. Once he exits the locker room the shouts of the camera man can be heard all down the hallway.
Cameraman: QUICK............SOMEONE............. WE NEED A MEDIC HERE NOW........ WE NEED SOME ATTENTION RIGHT AWAY.............HURRY!!!
Back in the room the camera has fell strategically on the floor facing towards where Josh's mangled body lies on the floor, his clothes ripped from the harsh metal on the lockers and blood pouring from his nose and mouth. The Boogeyman is muttering to himself as usual, but in an upbeat tone obviously rejoicing in his latest sick stunt. He slowly approaches Josh and places his hand under his head and lifts it from the pool of blood on the floor.
The Boogeyman: There you have it Josh. There's your message for the other 10. Be careful what you wish for in the future.
Rolling his head back and laughing wildly he had once again assaulted another innocent person, his words earlier in the week of claiming souls from "good people" ringing true. Removing his hand from underneath Josh's head, it cracks back off the floor one last time as The Boogeyman climbs to his feet and exits the doorway. It was now time to prove himself in the middle of that ring. It was time to back up his words and claim what he felt was rightfully his. The time for beating up fans and members of staff were over. It was time to properly end someones career here in TCW, if all went according to plan maybe 14 other superstars would be damaged beyond repair. As he headed off down the hallway and as his music blasted out over the speakers his voice could still be heard.
The Boogeyman: Everyone will remember this night for a LOOOOOOOONG time to come.
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Apr 07, 13 at 12:27pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
TCW Television Champion
Finisher: Apocalypse Rising (Double Arm Underhook DDT)
The King Of The Ring. The buzz surrounding this pay per view has been largely around the highly anticipated triple threat match for the TCW Title. Would Ambrose retain? Would Kendrick win the gold back once again? Or would the monster Ryback feast upon the glory. Tonight a king will be crowned. Will it be The Italian One Santino, Or The Swiss Sensation Antonio Cesaro. Two men from Europe showcasing their talents to the world. The opening match was a battle royal to determine an opponent for the reigning defending Television Champion Drew Mcintyre. How was McIntyre feeling about not knowing his opponent? He had no time to prepare. The TCW cameras went in search of him to find out.
The TCW camera crew scurried around the backstage area in search for the Television Champion. They brushed past sound technicians. Pushed by Hacksaw Jim Duggan who was visiting backstage. The crowd when seeing him in unison chanted 'HOOOOOO' but the camera crew kept going. No time for Hacksaw just now. They knew the battle royal was about to begin. McIntyre would surly be watching and have no time to talk. Just by chance they turned left into a narrow corridor. The lights flickered on and off, on and off. Slowing the pace they walked down the long corridor and saw McIntyre standing against the white painted wall. He was already in ring gear, with a long full length leather jacket and his hair in a pony tail. His right hand resting on the light switch flicking it off and on. To the left of him a door, slightly ajar. The camera man try's to see in the door but McIntyre slams it shut using his left boot.
Drew McIntyre: Nosey nosey! That's my secret surprise for later if your good. An early trick or treat if you will.
McIntyres face lit up and his eyes flickered. It may of been the way the light hit them but it looked like a fire burning in his pupils. He smirked directly down the camera and winked before s*bleep*ing under his breath. He flicked the light off once more and left it off. The camera man fumbled around for a second and switch the night vision function on. The corridor now had a green eerie look to it. McIntyre himself looked more intimidating and evil than usual. His eyes were bright and he looked excited. Excited to be in the dark, almost as though it made him feel at home.
Drew McIntyre: 15 men, 1 ring, the winner gets a shot at MY Television Title tonight. It's the stuff dreams are made of. Too bad I am all of your worst nightmare. A nightmare that you can't wake up from. You will fall into an eternal sleep where as I will continue on my path of destruction. It doesn't matter who wins the battle royal because you will not defeat me.
Pulling his hair free from the pony tail it falls carelessly over his face adding to how deranged he looked under the green glow from the camera. McIntyre stroked the stubble on his chin and looked off camera towards the door he shut earlier. Letting out a long sigh he turned back towards the camera
Drew McIntyre: You think because I don't know my opponent tonight leaves me at a disadvantage? You think it makes me feel like I have a massive target on my back? You idiots couldn't be more wrong. Look at me, standing here in the darkness. I'm in my element! The darkness will guide me through and I will emerge victorious! I couldn't give a shit who faces me tonight. Batista, Sandow, punk, regal, hell even Vince McMahon himself! The fact of the matter is that I will break and destroy anyone that is put before me in MY ring! This is the Era Of Darkness. That means I control what happens here. No man will take this belt from me. I will cut them open and tear through their insides as though I'm gutting a fish! I will feed on their misery and despair and become more powerful with each passing victim. Until I am The Undisputed TCW Champion!
Pushing himself up off the concrete wall McIntyre McIntyre locked the door to the left of him and slid the key under the door. He flashed a quick smirk toward the camera.
Drew McIntyre: I will let you whom walk in the light leave now. But know that the shadow of darkness will always follow you. You can't run from it and you sure as hell can't hide from it. I will be ring side to watch my next victim in action. I will pay this match special attention. I will make an example of my opponent. A warning shot to everyone else in the company.
McIntyre pushes the cameraman several times down the corridor. Following him with every push. Suddenly the locked door opens and a shadow is seen in the door way. The cameraman is forced round the corner then the camera is snatched from his hands, thrown to the floor. Then darkness........
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Apr 07, 13 at 12:56pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
0 - 0 - 0
The TCW backstage area was a monotonous design of bare white walls, collections of finger sandwich buffets and one curtain decorated interview room with a thin plasma screen background and a darling interviewer by the name of Maria. When the camera started rolling she was standing alone, in full frame from the knees up in a maroon dress cut off at the thighs with a microphone in one hand and a card in the other. She looked calm as she read off it and recited it to the camera in her usual company girl next door manner.
Somewhere else in the building the live audience watching would have jeered, wolf whistled or maybe even have cheered. Maria, however, was in a different world, and didn't have to deal with the crowd. Still, she hesitated as if for effect before continuing.
Somewhere off camera a door opened. Who entered was anyone's guess at that point, but they must have stuck around because Maria trailed off script to address them.
She said shyly, pulling a curl of red hair back and looking awkwardly from the camera to whoever was lurking in the wings. A moment later the door closed and Maria took two steps to the left, as if making room for someone, as Ricardo Rodriquez appeared. Much to the chagrin of the audience, no doubt.
He stuck out his hand and Maria jolted. She looked at his hand like it carried a disease, then to the shorter man's face, all the while looking confused. Ricardo sagged, sighing, and snapped the microphone from her. If Maria was offended, she didn't know it as Ricardo, now holding the microphone, ushered her from the spotlight.
But as Maria was spirited from the scene Ricardo made one last snatch and stole the small card she was holding. Maria didn't argue, or ask for it back, and the staccato reports of her heels continued off into the distance. Ricardo examined the card, sneered, then discarded it beneath his heel before finally smiling to the camera. Like a game show host welcoming the first contestant. Only no prizes for figuring out who came next.
Ricardo's broken and stuttered English introduction did little for effect. A sentiment clearly shared by everyone else in the building, including the arriving Alberto. Sauntering in from the right wing of the interview studio, still looking as clean and pressed as he did before. The only surprise addition was Maria, tucked under his arm. Clearly she had fled straight into his clutches, and now Alberto's cocked and twisted eyebrows address Ricardo with something much like surprise, or maybe embarrassment, as Ricardo, with his head inclined respectfully, offered up his microphone. Alberto rescued it without a second invite.
The pride of Mexico stood over his man like an affronted parent, causing Ricardo to retreat from the scene like a wounded puppy; much to the adulation of the now doting Maria who shuffled closer to Alberto. Her turned to her and cupped one of her dainty little hands in his own.
Maria, looking bashful but absolutely charmed, released a disgusting gush of a sigh as Alberto handed her back her microphone.
Alberto smiled impishly, raising his eyebrows and shoulders as if he were a mischievous school boy.
There might have been a collective sigh of relief somewhere else in the building but Maria, bless her, looked forlorn and petulant. She pursed her lips and, sulking, nodded as if she understood.
Alberto pulled on a smile that would make any budding politician proud and took a step closer to the camera; taking Maria's arm, and her microphone, with him. Maria's face brightened and she even forming a childish little smile to go with it.
Maria, looking impressed, nodded right on cue. While elsewhere the crowd would have no doubt have a much different reaction. Alberto, for his part, just smiled.
Alberto was still smiling, looking careless as he pretended wiped away something bothering his bottom lip.
Pausing, Maria fell silent as Alberto assumed the thinker's position, resting his chin in the crook of his hand and pulling a strained look of concentration. As if he were digging through the annals of his mind for information. Then, just as quickly as he left us, he snapped back into action.
Maria: But what about your opponents tonight: CM Punk, Boogeyman and Matt Hardy among others?
Now Alberto broke into a mock attempt of humour as he laughed into the camera and at the thousands seated in the live audience, who were probably more than fed up by then. What's worse than having to sit through an insult? Not being able to shout about it.
Alberto looked pleased as punch with himself. Free from the scorn of the crowd and trapped in his own little world where he is lord, master and god. Maria, however unwittingly, brought the party down. She paused, bit her lip as if trying to swallow what she was about to ask, before finally relenting and coming out with only a name.
You could feel the burn even behind your television set. Alberto's attention snapped from the camera to Maria and his face fell dumb, as he were dreading what he knew would surely come next. It did; for the first time of the interview, the crowd could be heard all the way from the amphitheatre.
“We want Shelley! We want Shelley! We want Shelley!”
Then came a long and difficult moment for Alberto as he stewed and seethed, darting glares from the camera to Maria and back again while the crowd kept singing that same, damned, tune. It took a moment, and Maria was none the wiser to what she had done wrong, but Alberto rounded on her.
He said, and he spat the word out as if it were poisonous. There was a moment of hesitation just long enough to hear one last chorus before Alberto took to the microphone with face screwed up and voice tense.
Strong words, but not enough to stop the crowd; who just kept singing. Giving up on stopping it, Alberto swallowed his rage and let out a long, dragging sigh. And then he smiled, again.
Alberto let that hang in the air for moment, then slowly he turned towards the door as if to leave for only something to stop him at the last second. He turned back to Maria.
The camera rolled in for a close up until Alberto's beaming face took up ever inch of the viewer's television set. Getting the angle perfect for the boyish little wink he cast Maria just moments before he ghosted off camera, leaving the scene to fade to black.
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Apr 07, 13 at 3:54pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Damien Sandow with Percy Watson
A cold wind enters The Kohl Center. Road agents, superstars and makeup artists all turn their heads to find out who has committed the heinous act of opening the door on this wet and windy night, ready to scold them. They all choose not to, however, when the men entering the building are absolutely drenched. Damien Sandow, with Percy Watson right behind him, make their way through the corridors ignoring the stares of everyone as they carry their luggage. With the raining falling heavily outside it is not the wetness of Sandow and Watson that leaves them speechless but rather their attire: t-shirts and jeans.
Before they can make it to their locker room and get changed, Matt Striker pops out of nowhere with a microphone in hand and a camera man. He takes a step back and raises an eyebrow when he realises the state of the duo.
"Uh, guys...what happened?"
"Precipitation," Sandow answers with a roll of his eyes and walks on, leaving Striker to chase after him.
"I can see that, Damien, I meant..."
"OH WHAT DID YOU MEAN?" Sandow turns sharply on his eyes, as does Percy, and when Striker doesn't answer he follows up his question. "Well?!"
"It's been raining all day and you didn't...didn't think to wear a coat?"
Sandow sighs. Clearly his patience at the end of it's tether due to the rainy conditions, Sandow replies through gritted teeth, "I have spent the past year in California, Mr. Striker. Rainfall is not something I cater for my in my wardrobe. Now..." Sandow stops himself, sighs, and adjusts the wet hair that has fallen across his face again. "Now, real questions, please."
"Um.." Striker is a little taken aback by the general behaviour of Sandow and seems to be having a problem in collecting his thoughts and remembering his questions.
"Oh COME ON, Mr Striker!"
Stuttering and spluttering, Striker finally pops out a question.
"Your thoughts on tonight's match?"
"Easy," replies Sandow without a second of hesitation, and then he's on his way again. The clipping of his boots against the floor can be heard, with Percy following after him very carefully, looking a little unsure what to do.
Striker looks just as unsure, looking at the camera man for some guidance before quickly giving chase.
"Easy?" he questions as he gets closer to Sandow.
"Yes," Sandow repeats, still marching off.
Striker picks up his pace into a light jog and puts his hand on Sandow's shoulder, bringing him to a halt.
The interviewer tries to get another question, but the second he turns to look into the camera Sandow begins to rant.
"Wade Barrett hasn't been seen since his defeat in the King of The Ring semi-final, he's clearly put everything he had into that tournament and is struggling for any sort of motivation. I imagine he will probably make it to the ring physically but mentally he's already lost the match in his mind and if I had a spare dollar to bet with you on him being the first man eliminated, I would do so."
Matt Striker redirects the microphone away from Sandow in order to ask another question, but before he can do so Sandow begins talking again.
"Dave Batista," begins Sandow, "has clearly been using some...supplements that are illegal in many states and indeed countries throughout the world in the way he is using them, as you can see..." Sandow produces a folded page from his pocket and opens it up to expose a (very wet) photograph of Batista in training. "from the spots on his back, the obviously swelling in and around his chest and the un-natural muscular size for a man forty four years old. In his previous two defeats his age and signs of wear and tear have shown. One on one I see Dave Batista as a threat but in a Battle Royal lasting over twenty minutes his body simply will not hold up."
Sandow hands the photo over to Percy Watson, who doesn't look like he's know what he is supposed to do with it, and continues.
"The Boogeyman's infatuation with the devil and demons is a clear indicator for the loneliness he has felt in his life, hence the face paint, which probably began at an adolescent age. It's clear in almost every 'demonic possession' - loneliness. The man paints his face so that he can become somebody else and escape from reality. Being in a ring with over ten people at once will bring incredible discomfort for The Boogeyman, and with a guillotine at ringside I wouldn't be too shocked to see him throw himself over the ropes without any Damien Sandow interference."
Sandow lets out a chuckle to himself at one of the few jokes he makes, before realising Striker, Watson and the camera are all watching him, and quickly brings a cease to the activity to activity and continues.
"William Regal, ah, a dangerous fighter. A wise man. Also a substance abuser. A shame, it really is. Different substances to ol' Dave Batista but equally toxic to his chances of winning this Battle Royal tonight. William Regal will either enter this matchup tonight drunk or will suffer a crash half way through the match, and I will take great satisfaction in helping him leave the ring to get a little 'pick me up' by chauffeuring him over the top rope."
Sandow finally stops talking and stares at the ground, seemingly deep in thought, and when Matt Striker looks like he is about to speak Sandow raises his hand in a 'Stop' motion, while continuing to rack his brains. He seems to be having some difficulty remembering the other competitors in his match up tonight, when he swiftly looks up with a smile, as if a light bulb had just switched itself on inside his head.
"Taiji Ishimori! Ah..." Sandow tuts condescendingly before continuing, "Poor guy hasn't learned a word of English yet. Will most likely be still trying to decipher the idea of the match when someone will throw him over the top rope."
Silence follows. And more silence. Seconds tick by. Still, silence.
Matt Striker and Percy Watson look at each other, the latter still not entirely understanding of his companion or how to approach him.
Finally, Striker decides to engage and lend a helping hand to Sandow who looks aggravated at his inability to recall everyone in the matchup.
Sandow, without looking up and still thinking quickly replies, "Despite what he tells you Matt Hardy will die if he keeps up his painkiller abuse. Won't last long."
Striker simply shrugs his shoulders, neither agreeing or disagreeing.
"Name speaks for itself."
"Alber - -"
Sandow suddenly comes to life and puts his hand over Striker's, silencing him. Sandow's eyes widen as he almost whispers one more of his opponents.
Just when it looked like Sandow's mood was going to intensify and become hostile, he simply leans back and laughs again.
"A fraud? I am no fraud."
Sandow turns his attention to Striker and explains to him, rather than the camera.
"CM Punk, quite the fan of television. You see, 'Sir' Punk as he was bizarrely, temporarily known seems to have indulged himself in British Television, showing clips to the audience. But Punk, Phil, Philip, whichever name he so wishes to go by does not read the credits of these shows, it seems. Kick back, indulge in the show and then stream the next episode once the previous one ends. The kind of fellow who goes to the the theatre and leaves his brain with his hat at the door. That is, if CM Punk actually goes to the theatre. I will admit I do have my doubts on the theatre's practices regarding attendees with tattoo's and beanie hats but nevertheless. CM Punk may doubt my intellect but he can ring any writer of any successful crime drama and they will let you know that they have all consulted myself, Damien Sandow in an attempt for me to share some of my insight and deduction to make their shows worth watching. Originally I declined, I have too much honor, but money talks and 'Sherlock' was no different.' "
Having cleared the air, Sandow begins to walk away for the umpteenth time and Striker as he did earlier gives chase again.
"Damien! Damien! Mr Sandow! Sandow!" he yells, but to no avail.
"Ignore him, Watson," Sandow says to Percy as he the unwitting assistant looks back to check on Striker, who is still calling.
The duo enter their lockeroom and slam the door shut, the sound of Striker banging can be heard as they drop their kit bags. Sandow removes his wet shirt and unhooks his trademark robe from it's hook while Percy takes a seat while keeping his eyes focussed on the banging door.
"Why'd you do that?"
"You know..." Percy starts, still looking at the door, "Walk away, not answer?"
"They think I'm a fraud, Watson, and until I prove otherwise I shan't give them the time of day."
Percy takes his eyes away from the door and looks up at Sandow.
"You aren't a fraud, right?"
Sandow sighs while folding his shirt up.
"Was yesterday not enough for you, Watson? "
Not wanting to offend Sandow, Percy quickly begins to defend himself.
"No, no, it's not...I mean, yes, it was, I just..."
Sandow cuts Percy off with another sigh, and then launches into another one of his analysis'.
"CM Punk grew up in a broken home life, Watson. This whole 'I like hostility' isn't quite a facade but it isn't entirely true. CM Punk's father, as you know, was an alcoholic, which perhaps explains his personal vendetta against my analysis of a drunkard's cell phone, but as well as that meant that CM Punk was almost definitely abused by his father. His decision to become a wrestler and fight means it was physical, not sexual. Growing up in a hated home has made it customary for Punk to be hated, that's why he's such a detestable human being, he wants us to hate him. "
Sandow pauses for breath and then continues.
"With an older brother it is likely that Punk was the lesser favoured child and this jealousy of his brother who got much better treatment than he would explain his jealousy towards me, my intellect and ability to observe things than he simply sees. The tattoos, the piercings? All just a cry for help and attention. Being Straight Edge with an alcoholic father is incredibly uncommon, Punk wants to stay out from the cry and try to be 'special' because that is something he never felt during his childhood. His short term alliance with William Regal is proof that Punk wants some sort of company for comfort because being alone evokes that feeling he felt for so many years, but the years of abuse have made it absolutely impossible for him to ever become close to anyone which is why he turned on William Regal so soon. Some call it unfair, I call it pitiable. Punk actually has this uncontrollable desire to do the strangest of things just to get attention."
"So..." says Percy, weighing up the options, making his own analysis.
"CM Punk is kinda like Giovanna Plowman?"
Sandow for once looks entirely perplexed.
"You know.." Percy says hesitantly, not wanting to his finish his sentence. When Sandow simply raises an eyebrow in confusion, Percy has. "That girl who ate her own tampon on Facebook?"
Sandow recoils in horror at the idea, clearly not aware of the social networking incident.
Percy elaborates further.
"You know, doing weird and horrible stuff to be hated, craving attention at all costs if it's negative attention?"
Seeing Watson's explanation, Sandow raises an eyebrow and seems to weigh up the idea.
"Just to clarify, Watson - you are comparing CM Punk to a girl who ate her own tampon?"
"...Yeah..." says Percy a little hesitantly, seemingly embarrassed now that Sandow has put it like that.
However, Sandow doesn't find it so unusual and with a slight grin nods his head, appreciating the idea.
"Not a bad deduction, my friend, not bad at all..."
A grin comes across the face of Percy, happy to have succeeded, as the cameras fade to black.
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Apr 07, 13 at 6:54pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
The pyros blast off as King Of The Ring kicks off! A video package plays as hype!
Come on now!
Stand tall for the beast of America.
Lay down like a naked dead body,
Keep it real, for the people workin' overtime,
They can't stay living off the government dime.
Stand tall for the people of America!
Stand tall for the man next door, 'cause..
We are free, in the land of America,
We aint goin' down like this. Come on now!
Come on People!
That means you!
Come on people!
Stand tall for the beast of America.
Lay down like a naked dead body,
Keep it real for the people workin' overtime,
They can't stay living off the governments dime.
Stand tall for the people of America.
Stand tall for the man next door, cuz
We are free in the land of America,
We aint goin' down like this. Come on now!
We will be right to you,
We will be right to you,
We will be right to you,
And together we can stand up to the beast.
You see...Suppression is a mother f*cking prison
And I hand you the key to your cell.
You've got to love you neighbor, love your f*cking neighbor.
And let your neighbor love you back!
Come on now!
Stand tall for the beast of America.
Lay down like a naked dead body,
Keep it real for the people workin' overtime,
They can't stay living off the governments dime.
Stand tall for the people of America.
Stand tall for the man next door,
Cause we are free in the land of America,
We aint goin' down like this. Come on now!
Taz: We have loooads of great matches lined up for you tonight! Better than anything WrestleMania ever produced!
Booker T: Dawg, for once I agree with you! This is gonna be great!
Cole: We have all of the top superstars competing for some of the grandest prizes in the world! The Television Title! The Illustrious title of King of the Ring! And the TCW World Heavyweight Championship!
Booker T: Yeah, dawg! And let's get started here, with the debut of Alex Shelley!
The introduction to the show comes to a close and the commentary team are attempting to continue their dialogue, but as they do so the lights in the arena begin to flicker, before eventually turning off completely. The audience cheer, immediately jumping up to their feet in anticipation for the beginning of one of the most anticipated Pay Per View's in some time, and pink and purple lights slowly begin to flash on and off on the stage and ramp. Dry ice begins filling the ramp and the ringside area, as well as the stage upon which the fabulous stage set sits. A very quiet beat begins resonating around the arena, and the audience aren't sure what to expect but clearly it's something incredibly exciting, and their excitement is about to reach fever pitch as an unfamiliar voice echoes around the arena via the soundsystem.
RUN RUN WITH HER
The audience eventually recognise the voice, but it's not a voice from the World of Professional Wrestling, instead the voice of a world famous pop singer. The phrase continues echoing around the arena several times, and people clad in purple and gold bodysuits swarm the stage, moving around gracefully in the dry ice as a large metallic figure steps out from behind the stage. In the darkness and low lighting it's difficult to see what it is, but it appears to be... A... A metal Unicorn? It's slowly walking out from behind the set and somebody is clearly on top of the Unicorn, standing as tall as he can as he looks around at the people inside the arena, who are cheering wildly despite not knowing exactly what the hell is going on.
RUN RUN WITH HER TOP DOWN BABY SHE FLIES!
With that, the main arena lighting flashes up, a golden hue mixing in with the pink and purple stage lighting making it abundantly clear who is atop the Metallic Unicorn, and it is none other than Alex Shelley! It's him! The Sultan of Sleaze is back! For a moment he and his steed pause, and Shelley jumps off of the bizarre creation before taking a few steps forward in the dry ice, and stopping in the centre of the stage. Finally we get a good look at him, and just as we all remember, he stares out at the audience from behind RayBan sunglasses, he wears a purple trenchcoat, a purple and gold pair of Wrestling tights, and the audience are at absolute fever pitch! They scream as loud as they possibly can as Shelley struts down the ramp, slapping the hands of a few lucky front row fans, before sliding into the ring underneath the bottom rope. It's only at this point we realise a referee and a nameless, faceless local competitor are stood in the ring. Shelley looks across the ring at the person he doesn't recognise even one iota, and slowly removes his shades, showing a lightning bolt is painted over one of his eyelids and stretches down onto his cheek. He smirks, before placing his glasses on the ground and removing his Trenchcoat, which he throws onto the floor outside of the ring. The music slowly begins to die down and the dry ice begins to desperse as the dancers on the stage guide the... Unicorn back to the backstage area. The audience begin an incredibly loud 'Sultan' chant which he nods along with, and the bell rings signalling the beginning of Alex Shelley's comeback match!
Alex Shelley Vs. Max Weinderson
The audience cheer as they see Shelley and Weinderson circling in the middle of the ring before locking up, and their hero The Sultan of Sleaze immediately gains the upper hand, locking in a headlock and pushing his opponent up against the ropes. He throws him off of the ropes, whipping him across the ring, and lays down on the ground allowing his opponent to jump over him, before leaping up to his feet and hitting a great hip toss which sends his opponent tumbling to the mat. Shelley takes a few steps back before dashing across the ring and hitting a low dropkick to the face as Weinderson finds himself on his hands and knees, which sends him toppling through the ropes and to the outside of the ring. Shelley punches the air a few times, imploring the fans to keep chanting for him which they gladly do, before he runs the ropes and jumps onto the top rope, before springboarding off onto his opponent with a big crossbody! He rolls right off of his opponent before looking out at the audience with a smirk as he lifts his jobber opponent up to his feet and rolls him under the bottom rope. He slides in after him before taking a couple of steps back and ascending the top rope as his opponent rolls onto his back. Shelley looks around at the audience before running his fingers through his hair and throwing his arms out to the side, and leaping off with a frog splash! He connects perfectly with the high flying move, and the referee gets down to make the count as Shelley stays on top of Weinderson... One, Two, Three!
Shelley rolls off of his opponent and smirks as his name is called out and he is declared as the winner of the match. As if nothing has happened, he strolls across the ring and places his shades back onto his face, before sliding out of the ring underneath the bottom rope, slapping fans hands and thanking them as he makes his way back up the stage towards the backstage area.
Booker T: That was intense! A total squash, but some great intensity from Shelley!
Cameras cut backstage to resident backstage interviewer, Todd Grisham. He is shown standing beside The Animal, Batista. Batista towered over the much smaller Grisham, as he began introducing his guest.
Todd Grisham: Ladies and gentleman, I am joined now by Batista.
The crowd booed loudly, as Batista smirked and shook his head.
Todd Grisham: Batista, you are set to take part in the battle royal to determine who faces Drew McIntyre in a match later tonight for his Television Championship. What are your thoughts on the opponents you have to face and the potential of having to wrestle two matches in a single night?
Batista looked at Grisham with a look of disdain. The crowd continued to boo Batista.
Batista: Todd, I couldn't care less for this battle royal, I couldn't care less for these people...
The crowd interrupt Batista with a loud "you suck" chant. Batista smiles sarcastically, mouthing thank you to the audience around the world.
Batista: And I couldn't possibly care less for Drew McIntyre and his Television Championship. You see Todd, I have one goal here in this company and that is to be the top dog. I have no interest in holding some midcard title, when I deserve to be the man. I was on track to beat this company's current "man", Dean Ambrose, if you can call him that. Then our match got interrupted by those idiots Ryback and Brian Kendrick.
Batista stops talking, spotting someone in the distance. He pushes past Grisham and heads after the man. Batista stops the man as he turns a corner, out of view of the audience.
Batista: Look, I've thought about your offer and I accept.
The man extends his hand and Batista pauses briefly, before grabbing it and shaking it firmly. The camera closes in on Batista to show him grinning, having closed the deal. The screen cuts back to ringside as the next match is about to begin.
Booker T: Who knows, dawg. Some weird things go down here in TCW.
Cole: We're going to see Batista in action, along with many others in the Guillotine Battle Royale! Where getting tossed out over a certain side, into the Guillotine, will mean being fired!
Booker T: And the winner will face the TV Champ later in the night! Will this be the end for D-Mac?
Each man's entrance music blasts through the crowd, either igniting the TCW fans with cheers or boos. One particularly puzzling moment occurs when “One Man Band” hits and nobody comes out onto the ramp. Some fans question each other and realize that Heath Slater was being serious when he said he would leave if he left last week. The rest of the field enter the ring, some taking their time and relishing the moment while others run down into the squared circle, pumped and ready to fight. Eventually, only one man remains: the mystery opponent. The crowd looks toward the curtain, hoping that one of their favorites pop out from backstage, when a horn is heard. A car horn. It is Alberto Del Rio! He honks the horn of the expensive vehicle he drives and waves to the crowd before hopping out and jogging to the ring. He enters and shakes the hands of those who offer, like Generico and Bryan, while others glare at him. The referee is about to call for the match to start when a voice sounds off over the PA system.
“Hold on! Hold on! Now I've been told to stay backstage and that I can come out if someone is hurt or does not want to wrestle. To that I say no. I'm entering this match tonight, and there is nothing any of you can do to stop me.”
It's JTG! Another mystery competitor has apparently entered the match. Officials run up to him and ask him to restrain himself, but he just shakes them off and slides through the ropes. He yells at the ref to start the match and the Battle Royale begins!
Battle Royale for the Number One Contendership
Wade Barrett vs. Matt Hardy vs.
Each man starts a battle with somebody different. Daniel Bryan attacks Batista, CM Punk fights with The Boogeyman, Sandow strikes Generico, Reigns grapples with Aries. Wade Barrett is the first to incorporate the idea of teaming up on someone when he throws a look over at Regal and nods his head towards Matt Hardy, who is fighting with JTG. Regal smiles, signaling approval, and the two men grab him from behind. They whip him into the ropes, then hit him with a double pancake. JTG follows their lead by helping the man nearest to him, Punk. They take turns striking Boogeyman in the chest, much to Punk's surprise as he was not expecting any help tonight. Before he can tell JTG to let him fight alone, Taiji jump on his back and applies a sleeper hold. While appearing to be affected at first, Punk just stands in the middle of the ring with a bored expression on his face, not resisting the weak submission at all. Choosing to have the first elimination, Punk walks over towards the guillotine side of the ring and pulls Taiji over his shoulder before slamming him outside of the ring. Elimination #1: Taiji Ishimori – Fired! Near this side of the ring, Sandow delivers some brutal elbows to the back of downed El Generico's head. He shouts at him, calling him an imbecile and many other insults, and delivers some stomps to the wrists. Finally, Sandow tries to roll the luchador under the ropes, and manages to get him to the apron, before Generico rises up and fights against his attacker. He grabs Sandow's skull and headbutts, sending the therapist to his knees. The fans start the “OLE!” chant before JTG comes to him and punches him a few times in the mouth. Generico falls backwards, hanging onto the ropes with one hand. Looking at him with sorrow and regret, JTG forces him to let go, eliminating El Generico in the guillotine section. Elimination #2: El Generico – Fired! JTG does not get a second to rest, as the moment he eliminates El Generico, Damien Sandow tries to lift him over the ropes by his feet. He could have been successful too if it was not for the effort of Daniel Bryan. He hits a backbreaker on Sandow, saving JTG in the process. As Sandow is sent reeling, Bryan glances at JTG, and he exchanges a nod signifying that he owes him one. Getting to the action on the other side of the ring, Aries appears to have gained the upperhand on Reigns. He straddles Reigns in a frankensteiner position and delivers a flurry of punches to the big man's head. Reigns stumbles backwards toward the guillotine side of the ropes and is forced to lean back on them. Aries grabs his opponent's noggin and delivers one hard headbutt, causing Reigns to fall out of the ring. With Aries still on him. Eliminations #3 and #4: Roman Reigns and Austin Aries – Fired and Fired! Apparently forming a friendship in the minutes that have passed since the bell rang, Barrett and Regal take turns in assualting Hardy. Regal whips him into the turnbuckle and offers Barrett to attack next. The Bare-Knuckled Brawler bows in reverence of the gesture and throws his shoulder into Hardy's torso. After a few times he lifts Hardy's body onto the top ropes and steps down, allowing Regal to eliminate the man. William Regal climbs up and, with much raw power, flings Hardy out of the ring on the guillotine side. Elimination #5: Matt Hardy - Fired! From the top rope Regal looks down at Hardy, sprawled on the arena floor, chuckling at the site of him. He nearly laughs his head off staring at the eliminated man. He does not suspect Barrett would use this opportunity to eliminate the veteran by tossing him off the top rope the same way he just tossed Henry out. Unfortunately for Regal, it cost him the match. Elimination #6: William Regal All this time Del Rio goes around the ring, fighting someone for a bit then backing off, throwing a few punches then finding someone else, slamming someone down on the mat then retreating to the other side of the ring. The Boogeyman appears fed up with it, for he begins to stalk Del Rio. As he once again joins Batista in an onslaught against JTG before soon backing off, Boogeyman turns him around and lifts him up for a powerslam. Del Rio, knowing the pain he is about to experience, braces himself as he hits the mat with force. Boogeyman attempts to stomp on him repeatedly but Del Rio rolls out of the way, unknowingly playing into Boogeyman's plan. Soon he finds himself on the apron. He grabs the bottom rope and tries to pull himself back in, but the Boogeyman uses his legs to push him out. In a battle of pure strength, the Boogeyman is victorious. Elimination #7: Alberto Del Rio Looking to make a name for himself by eliminating an experienced opponent, Sandow elbows Boogeyman once in the back of the head hard and tries to lift him over the ropes. He gets Boogeyman on the apron, but the veteran persists. Sandow tries to shove him off, but he needs help. Sandow calls over towards Daniel Bryan and Wade Barret to assist him. Both men begrudgingly help him, happy to eliminate another competitor but not truly willing to aid the pretentious wrestler. With their combined strength, they force Boogeyman off the apron. Elimination #8: The Boogeyman Elsewhere in the ring, Batista lays into JTG with a series of blows near the ropes. Looking to eliminate one of the most intimidating wrestlers on the roster, Punk irks Batista with light shots to the kidneys and ears. At first he keeps his cool and shakes off the annoying strikes, but soon the annoyance at the lack of respect is too much for Batista. He takes off for CM Punk on the other side of the ring, looking to hit a spear. Punk lets him run towards him, towards the ropes, and simply ducks and pulls down the ropes, using Batista's momentum against him. Elimination #9: Batista At this point, Punk calls over Barrett and Sandow to huddle up. JTG is still recovering from Batista's assault and Daniel Bryan is trying to get back to his feet after a Winds of Change moments before. CM Punk appears to be the one making the calls, pointing towards Bryan every so often as Sandow and Barrett take peeks at him to make sure he is still not on his feet. Before long they break the huddle and go to Bryan. Barrett and Sandow lift him up on their shoulder's as Punk looks to send him out of the ring via a triple powerbomb! But wait! JTG is back in action and throws a few punches towards Barrett, causing him to drop Bryan. He then goes for Punk, but Punk is ready for him. He hits JTG with a clothesline before following up with a DDT. Bryan manages to fight off Sandow for a few moments, but once Barrett recovers he is unable to stop the two-on-one assault. Once again they lift him on their shoulder's, and CM Punk is back facing him. With the combined strength of Barrett, Sandow, and Punk, they hit Bryan with a triple powerbomb! Bryan hits the arena floor with a bone-crunching force! Elimination #10: Daniel Bryan Barrett turns back towards the ring to find Punk and Sandow with their fists raised, looking right at him. Looking deep into the eyes of both men, Barrett raises his hands as if to ask why they are betraying him. Punk and Sandow waste no time in teaming up on Barrett. While they seem to be in control at the start, the Bare-Knuckled Brawler starts to beat the numbers game. He tosses Sandow down on his back and repeatedly strikes Punk in the head with punches with his right. Barrett finally sends Punk down on the mat with a hard jab and takes a deep breath. From behind, JTG is back on his feet and performs a neckbreaker on the tired Englishman. Barrett stumbles in pain right into Sandow's arms, which hit Terminus! With Barrett hit by two such devastating attacks, Punk easily whips him out of the ring. Elimination #11: Wade Barrett Punk turns around to find himself in JTG's grasp. However, Sandow arrives and breaks him out. The two men deliver a double gut-kick and proceed to lift him up for a double suplex. Sandow yells over to Punk an idea. His face lights up and nods in agreement as the two men turn around 180º. They take two steps backwards and suplex JTG out of the ring! Elimination #12: JTG With only two men left, the remaining competitors circle each other in the middle of the ring. CM Punk extends his hand in what appears to be mutual respect. Damien Sandow takes it, and uses it to reel his opponent in for a series of strikes to the head. He then places Punk in a headlock, knowing that obviously if Punk taps out the match still continues but instead trying to weaken Punk. His eyes look lost as he starts to fade, but his instincts kick in as his body forced Sandow and himself into a corner turnbuckle. The force of hitting the post causes Sandow to release the hold, but he still has enough sense to try and at least flip the dazed Punk over the top rope. He manages to get him onto the apron, but, with one hand clinging to the top rope and the other holding onto Sandow's beard, Punk pulls backwards and flips Sandow over the ropes. Sandow grabs onto the ropes before falling onto the floor and now both men are on the apron. Punk throws the first strike, with Sandow sending a punch back in retaliation. This series of punches continue and the crowd acts accordingly, about half of them cheering for Punk as he strikes and the other half cheering for Sandow. Fans are forced to pick their favorite as the battle continues. On one punch, Punk swings wildly but misses, his ultimate mistake. Sandow gets in one jab, then a hook, then a haymaker to send Punk tumbling onto the floor. Elimination #13: CM Punk Damien Sandow will be going on challenge for the Television Title!
Booker T: Dawg, what a close call! It all came down to that punch! Probably the closest finish I've ever seen!
Cole: Damien Sandow picks up the victory! We'll see him move on tonight, to face Drew McIntyre for the TV Title!
Booker T: Yeah, dawg, and now it's time for Ric Flair to get retribution on Cody Rhodes! Get him Cody!
No Holds Barred Match w/ Career Threatening Implications for Each Competitor
Ric Flair vs. Dashing Cody Rhodes
Cody Rhodes enters the ring in his usual fashion, and he waits in the ring for the arrival of the Nature Boy. The past few months had culminated to this. From Rhodes’ triumphant debut in Total Championship Wrestling, where he took out not only Ric Flair, but Alex Riley, to just earlier tonight, where Flair had uttered the approval to face him in the ring for a No Holds Barred match. And now, Rhodes stood, waiting for his nemesis to come out to the ring. Here, he would end the storied career of the Nature Boy. He wouldn’t set foot in a wrestling arena ever again. Flair winning didn’t even cross his mind.
With that, Ric Flair’s entrance music played, and the Nature Boy himself stepped out onto the stage, dressed in one of his signature robes! He let out a major “WOOO!” and strutted toward the ring. Without Lillian there to announce him, we have to rely on Michael Cole delivering an impromptu introduction. The Nature Boy steps into the ring to a tremendous ovation from everyone in attendance! Could the crowd be the one thing Ric Flair needs to push him over the top to a level he can defeat Cody Rhodes? Flair takes off the robes, and has on his signature wrestling tights, and a matching black T-Shirt with white lettering. This hides Flair’s old body from view, and that brings a smile to Rhodes’ face. The old man is self-conscious! The bell rings, and the No Holds Barred Match begins kicks off!
Cody Rhodes walks up to the center of the ring, a smirk on his face, and he’s met by Ric Flair. Rhodes looks off to ringside, where Lillian would usually stand, and turns back to Flair with an even eviler smile – Ric Flair meets Rhodes with a slap to the face! Rhodes stumbles backwards, holding his Dashing face, and turns to face Flair again, and Rhodes is ready with a fierce chop to the chest! And another! Flair is unloading on Rhodes! He hits a stiff fist, letting all his past frustrations out on the second-generation superstar! Rhodes swings a wild fist back at the legend, who ducks under it and hits a few more chops to the chest and a few more punches to the face of Rhodes! The crowd is alive, as Rhodes rolls out of the ring and kicks the barricade hard in frustration! Flair, as old as he is, really has the upper hand on Rhodes, and the crowd is loving it! Rhodes lets a yell out into the fans, something that sounds like an insult, and he kicks the stairs over with a thud. As he turns back to the ring, he finds that Flair had exited… and he was right behind Rhodes with a Kendo Stick! He whips the stick through the air with a swoosh and it smacks Rhodes hard across the back! Flair doesn’t stop there, as he whacks him a few more times! Rhodes drops to his knees, and is smacked right across the face! He falls to the arena floor under Flair, as the Nature Boy lets out another “WOOO!” The crowd follow, and they are on their feet! Rhodes could be out of TCW in a matter of minutes! Flair spots the overturned stairs, and lifts it up, taking all of his might to do so, and turns to Rhodes! He tosses it down hard on Rhodes’ knee! Rhodes writhes around in pain, but cannot go anywhere as Flair pushes weight down on the stair case! When he finally does release the hold, he lifts Rhodes up and tosses him into the ring. Rhodes crawls across the mat, trying to get to his feet, but Flair is on him like a rabid dog, and presses his boot down on Rhodes’ knee, before giving him a hard stomp! Rhodes scrambles again, obviously trying to find a way to slow Flair’s momentum. But Rhodes was the man who put Flair out of commission! He’d also took out Alex Riley, Flair’s good friend, and most recently Lillian Garcia! Flair’s momentum was fueled by his hate for this punk!
Flair grabs Rhodes’ leg, he’s looking to lock in the Figure Four and end this match now! As he twists his body around Flair’s leg, Rhodes sends his boot upwards into Flair’s back and sends the older man flying! This gives Rhodes his first break at an offense, and he spins around and gets onto his knees. Flair runs at him but it met with a hard shot to the midsection! And then an uppercut to the jaw! Rhodes pushes Flair back into the corner and begins lighting him up with lefts and rights, before spitting in the now battered face of the legend, and hitting a major dropkick as he stumbled out of the corner! Flair now lies motionless. His original show of momentum proving to be worn down quickly by age. Rhodes was already back in operation, barely suffering a limp. He drops a hard stomp onto Flair’s chest, before lifting him up and hitting a DDT! He goes to make a quick pin, but Flair kicks out on the count of one and a half. Rhodes lifts Flair back up, and Irish Whips him hard into the corner, causing him to roll up into the turnbuckle, before slumping back down to the mat. Rhodes has a devilish smile on his face, as he stalks after Flair once more, allowing him to slowly get back to his feet. The crowd boo Rhodes heavily, as they know what’s coming… Rhodes jumps up the second rope, and flies back for a massive Beautiful Disaster! It connects solidly, and Rhodes goes for the pin. One- Two- but he pulls Flair’s shoulder up! He’s not done? Just end it Rhodes! He gets to his feet, and shoves Flair’s head and torso under the bottom rope… And he locks Flair into his very own Figure Four Leg Lock! Flair’s upper body falls down from the apron, and he’s left hanging over the arena floor by Rhodes while in the Figure Four! He’s going to break his damn leg! Flair is tapping out wildly, and the referee is unsure whether to call for the bell, since this isn’t a Falls Count Anywhere Match…. But he ultimately decides to just ring the damn bell, as Ric Flair’s leg is almost positively broken! Rhodes doesn’t let go until well after the bed, and even then, he just kicks Flair from the hold and he drops onto his head on the apron. The crowd are all on their feet, jeering wildly at the referee’s decision! Nonetheless, Cody Rhodes is declared the winner! Ric Flair is gone from TCW! Rhodes holds his hand high above his head. The victor. Simply Dashing.
Taz: Man, how can you call that match impressive? Rhodes bullied someone three times his age. I, for one, am sick.
Booker T: Man, dawg, I don't know. I don't know if TCW will ever be the same again.
Cole: Well, it's time to move on guys, as hard as that is. Up next, Damien Sandow wrestles for the second time tonight! This time, it's for the TV Title!
Singles Match for the Television Title
Drew McIntyre vs. Damien Sandow (c)
Drew McIntyre looks like a man possessed out there. Literally. Sandow circles him as he stands motionless, his eyes moving to the back of his skull, his face contorting in an ungodly manner. He lets out a feral growl and wraps his hand around the neck of his opponent. McIntyre lifts him into the air, his opponent becoming visibly frightened as he looks into the darkness that encompasses Drew McIntyre's soul, and hits him with a hard right, releasing the hold and sending his opponent down on the ground. The TV Champ hovers over the other man in the ring and barrages him with a series of punches not so much aiming to be quick but to be powerful. Sandow manages to catch one before it can land and shoves McIntyre off him. He grabs ahold of McIntyre's arm, but the TV Champ flips his opponent across his body into a seated position and locks in the camel clutch. Drew McIntyre howls with every wrench, allowing the darkness to consume him, to breathe into him. Sandow sees this as a distraction and uses it to power out of the hold by standing up in the air and falling backwards onto McIntyre. He releases the hold and gets a good look of his opponent's boot as it comes crushing down on his skull. Sandow grabs ahold of the TV Champ by his trunks and tosses him into a corner, his shoulder making a forceful impact as it meets the steel post. He then flips McIntyre upside down in a tree of woe, his shrouded eyes trying to adjust to his new positioning. Sandow walks over to the opposite corner of the ring, smiling like a madman all the while. He widens his stance in order to stretch out his upper thigh muscles, McIntyre still dangling in the other corner, as the fans start to clap at the anticipation of seeing the Television Champion they have come to fear over the last few weeks receive his comeuppance. Damien Sandow takes off running at him and slides into him, striking him in the head with his feet as the crowd explodes. McIntyre falls onto his face, motionless, as his opponent pulls him to the middle of the ring and flips him over for a pin. 1...2..kick! The TV Champ will not drop the title that easily. Damien Sandow lifts him to his feet by his hair and strikes him with a couple of jabs. He then tosses him into the ropes, but it is McIntyre who retaliates with a dropkick. The TV Champ gets up quickly and stomps over to the side of the ring, facing the crowd. He looks up to the heavens, to whatever force he has allowed to control him, and lifts up his arms, offering himself fully to the darkness. He turns back to his opponent just as he finds his feet. McIntyre then proceeds to knee Sandow in the stomach and follow up with a suplex before finishing with a leg drop. The TV Champ's nostrils flair and eyebrows furrow as he stares at Damien Sandow, shouting at him to get up, shouting that he will destroy him. Sandow makes it to his feet as McIntyre grabs his arms and hits Apocalypse Rising! McIntyre covers by forcibly pushing his opponent's skull into the mat. 1...2...kick! It is not enough as Sandow kicks out of the pin! Furious, Drew McIntyre bellows to the sky, to the darkness he has allowed to run through his veins. Sandow gets back up and is whipped into the corner, or at least he would have been had he not reversed it. McIntyre is the one who hits his head on the turnbuckle and turns around to a hurricanrana. Damien Sandow flips him across the ring. With that look of superiority on his face, Sandow yells for the crowd to be silent as he appears to be going for Terminus! He walks over to the TV Champ, but McIntyre is playing possum. He rolls over Sandow for a pin. 1...2..now Sandow rolls McIntyre over. 1...2...McIntyre is back on top now. 1...2...nope. The ref sees Damien's elbow on the ropes and refuses to count what could have been the decisive pin. McIntyre releases his opponent in order to yell at the ref, backing him into the corner has he shouts insults at him. The TV Champ never sees Sandow rise to his feet behind him. McIntrye is turned around as Damien grabs his arms and twists him. Terminus! It is the end for Drew McIntyre as Sandow makes the cover. 1...2...3! A new TCW Television Champion is crowned as Damien Sandow manages to conquer the darkness.
Cole: No, Book, that's Damien Sandow!
Taz: Cole, he was kidding.
Cole: No, I know that! C'mon Taz, I was just playing along! Glad to see McIntyre lose that belt!
Booker T: Man, and here we go! The next match is the King of the Ring! But first, join us for an interview with The Sultan of Sleaze!
The cameras cut backstage to where we see TCW interviewer Todd Grisham standing alone in front of the camera, grinning. The audience groan, not happy to see him, but their mood is immediately changed as the camera zooms out and we see The Sultan of Sleaze standing beside him, which naturally elicits a lot of cheers to be produced from the audience inside the main arena auditorium.
Shelley slowly lowers his shades and looks over the lense as he looks Grisham up and down, before smirking and slowly taking the microphone from him, nudging him off camera which causes a slight pop from the attending crowd. He holds the microphone up to his mouth and looks down the camera, before chuckling and moving it away for a second, trying to think through his words. He looks around him for a moment, visibly emotional at being back, before moving the microphone back up to his mouth.
Almost as quickly as the segment started, it finishes. Shelley drops the microphone on the floor before holding up his fingers in a peace sign, returning his shades to cover his eyes completely, and strolling off with a smirk on his face.
King of the Ring Final
Santino Marella vs. Antonio Cesaro
This is it – The culmination of the past month for those watching in attendance, and the culmination of their careers for the competitors lined up across from each other in the squared circle. The bell rings, but neither man moves a muscle. Both just stare across at their opponents, perhaps strategizing, perhaps just delving into their hate for one another. Soon, each man takes a step forward – both men moving toward their crowning moment of becoming the King of the Ring. They lock up, and the crowd erupts. Hate Santino and Antonio as they might, this match was bound to be epic! As Cesaro looks to be overpowering Santino, the Italian Stallion shakes his head “No!” and uses the International Sensation’s momentum against him, as he twists him and takes him down with a Judo Hip Toss! Santino stays on his prey, holding him in tight with a headlock. But Cesaro, showing the true will of the International Sensation, cradles his back upwards from his prone position and essentially crabwalks to a standing position! Incredible! Having the weight properly distributed to his own advantage, he drops Santino hard on his back and neck! Cesaro is on his feet in a matter of seconds, and drops boot after boot onto the chest of Marella! The second the referee goes to stop him, Cesaro pulls back. He’s not going to allow his emotions to get the best of him, he will win this match up. He lifts Santino off the ground… but no! Santino flips Cesaro over his head with a Northern Lights Suplex, makes the cradle and the pin! One-Two- No! Cesaro kicks out of the near fall in the nick of time! Both men fly to their feet, and are left staring at each other once again, both men having a stalemate!
Once more, the men clash together. This time, Cesaro won’t allow Santino the opportunity to knock him onto his back, as he pushes him hard across the ring and into the turnbuckle. He blatantly pushes his palm into the jaw and throat of Santino, stretching the Judo Master’s neck backwards, before throwing a hard punch into the exposed throat of Santino! The referee has to step in once more, as Cesaro is blatantly disregarding the rules – But as the referee is scolding Cesaro, Santino hits Cesaro with a clubbing blow across the back, sending him flying into the referee, and causing the referee to fly from the ring, before hitting his head hard against the ground! Might as well chuck the rulebook out the window! Santino levels Cesaro with a hard kick to the gut, before nailing him with a few punches to the face, and then hitting a Judo Hiptoss. He keeps Cesaro pinned to the mat, and before he can try any type of clever reversal, he drives his free elbow into Cesaro’s forehead! And again! And again! His pace quickens, as he continues driving his bare elbow into the brow and forehead of Cesaro! There’s no referee, so when Cesaro’s brow starts spouting blood, no one puts an end to the hold! Finally growing contempt with the amount of pain delivered, Santino gets to his feet, and wipes Cesaro’s blood from his chest! Cesaro lies on the mat, holding his forehead, which is dribbling blood down into his eyes. He attempts to get to his knees, but Santino knock him back down with a hard boot to the source of the blood! Cesaro falls back to the mat, before rolling quickly out of the ring to regain his composure. Santino is quick to follow, not willing to let his momentum be halted. But as Santino steps between the ropes, Cesaro fires hard upwards and hits Santino with a low blow while he’s on the apron! Santino slumps hard against the second rope that he was between, and Cesaro pulls Santino by the hair so his head protrudes above the apron… and he nails Santino with a massive European Uppercut! Santino nearly falls into the ring, where the force has driven him, but Cesaro catches him again by the hair, and pulls him hard outside the ring, where he falls hard to the arena floor! The bloodied Cesaro falls back against the barricade, and slumps to the floor. Perhaps he’s suffering from loss of blood, because he’s allowing Santino time to recover from this recent assault.
After what would have likely been a ten-count had the referee been in operation, Cesaro finally wills his way to his feet, just as Santino is able to roll onto his stomach. Cesaro slowly lifts Santino to his feet, and grabs him by the hand, looking to give him an Irish Whip into the steel ring pole! He throws Santino with all of his might into the ring post, and Santino’s head bounces off the post, and he again lies motionless on the mat! Cesaro then walks over to where the referee is standing, and peels him off the arena floor, and tosses him into the ring, hoping to revive him. He then approaches Santino, who has been busted open by the ring post, and tosses him into the ring. Cesaro stalks into the ring, and slaps the referee in the face a few times, before giving up. The referee stirs, and that is all that is needed for the match to continue. He then covers Santino, just in front of the referee, screaming “Make the pin Ref!” The referee doesn’t spring into action. Instead, he slowly lifts his hand above his head, before literally dropping it to the mat. One! Again, he lifts his hand, even more slowly than the first time, and drops it again. Two! A third time, he lifts his hand into the air. His vision only sees Antonio Cesaro, a bloody mess, covering Santino Marella, and his unbiased hand is coming down to the mat for a three count. Everyone in attendance knows, that this is the moment. In this split second, a career will be defined. As the referee’s hand is dropping to the mat, the volume level in the arena is at a standstill, no one is making a sound. In this second, a King will be crowned. His hand falls once again to the mat. Three!
The crowd lets out a gasp! Santino, in a last ditch effort, managed to throw his shoulder up from the mat! The referee rolls onto his back, holding only two fingers in the air! Cesaro’s face lights up in disbelief! Surely, Santino’s back hadn’t left the canvas before the referee’s shoulder hit the mat! But no! The referee was, in fact, saying that Santino had gotten his shoulder up in time! Cesaro climbed to his feet, with obvious hate in his eyes. What would he have to do to put Santino away? He lifts him up off the mat, still, he isn’t moving. Surely, Santino was dead, and the kick out was simply a post-death twitch, but no matter. Cesaro would finish off his competition, regardless. He pulls him into position for the Neutralizer, and holds both hands into the air! But Santino pulls free! He drops to his knees, looking up at a startled Cesaro, who thought he had this match in the bag. Cesaro throws a boot hard towards the face of Santino, but Santino rolls out of the way! He jumps to his feet, and he grabs Cesaro for a DDT, before rolling through with it and connecting with the Rolling Blackout! Santino refuses to let go! Refuses to allow Cesaro an inch of breathing room! He has his destination of the throne in his eyes, as he continuously tugs away at Cesaro’s life force! Finally the referee is calling for the bell! Santino has done it! Santino Marella is the King of the Ring!
Santino gets to his feet after a long hard fought battle with Antonio Cesaro and the referee raises his hand. Santino is exhausted, but glad that this battle is over. The Italian one takes a quick glance over at the throne sitting at the top of the stage and begins to smile, but it’s not a happy smile, more of a creepy I’m going to get to chop people’s heads off smile. Santino steps out of the ring and grabs a microphone and begins to walk up the aisle and to the throne.
Santino: I have done everything that I have set out to do since my re-birth. I didn’t need you people to will me on to victory or to cheer me on to give me that extra strength to keep on going. I didn’t need you pathetic fans for anything because let’s face it I am just that good at what I do.
Santino is breathing heavy as he makes his way up the ramp and to the throne. He stands next to the throne and stares at it for a few moments before saying or doing anything else.
Santino: I have worked my entire life to get to this point. I have never been given anything in my life. I have always had to fight tooth and nail to get to where I am today and today I am king.
Santino rubs the rich fabric of the cape before picking it up and putting it on. Santino then grabs the scepter that sat next to the throne and holds it up high letting the lighting in the arena bounce off of it and blinding some nearby fans. Next comes the most important piece to this ensemble. Santino reaches down with his one free hand and grabs the crown. He stares at it for just a moment and he develops a sly smile on his face as he sees his reflection in the golden crown. He places it on his head and just as the crown finds its resting place a weight is seemingly lifted off of Santino’s shoulders. The Italian one then turns his attention to the throne. A magnificent throne to behold, all gold with a red velvet cushion in the middle for comfort, shines bright as the sun. Santino takes a couple careful steps and then slowly lowers himself into the seat. Santino seems pleased, but the fans do not as boos ring through the arena.
Santino: I didn’t need any of you to gain this crown. I am a valiant warrior who fought hard for this place. I beat other warriors to claim this crown and I did it all by myself. I didn’t need anyone’s help, not a single person, but now all of you need me. All of you peasants need King Santino to rule over your land and see that justice is carried out and that is exactly what I am going to do. Justice will be served to the World Champion. I have claimed the right to do battle with the champion and when I do he will fall just like all the others. I will take his title and truly reign as king.
Santino lowers his hands to the arm rests of the throne and grips them tightly. He is now sitting as King of Total Championship Wrestling.
Taz: You know I don't like the guy, but that there was impressive!
Booker T: Yeah, I agree there. What a great way to end that tournament!
Taz: Now, we only have one more match to get ready for! Our Main Event! This is gonna be sick!
Cole: But first, join us backstage, with Dean Ambrose.
The cameras cut backstage to a camera of a pysched up looking Dean Ambrose marching through the corridors with the World Heavyweight Championship draped over his shoulder. He snarls a few times like a rabid dog as he makes his way towards the ring, when out of nowhere AJ Lee appears with a microphone, a wide smile on her face.
AJ: Hi, Dean! Can I get a few words?
Ambrose shrugs her off and walks on, leaving her looking a little upset, but she moves quickly to catch up.
AJ: Dean! Can I - -
Ambrose turns around and barks at her.
Dean Ambrose: Get outta here! Can't you see I've got a match coming up?
The flat out rudeness and lack of care for manners from Ambrose is astounding, even by his standards, and he marches on, looking far from impressed at someone trying to interview him moments before the King of The Ring Main Event. AJ, however, is not deterred and with a grin and flutter of her eyelashes replies.
AJ: Ok, well...good luck.
Ambrose stops in his tracks and slowly turns his head to look back at AJ, the Champion confused at the wishes - it is not often anyone in TCW is positive to him, most of them far too worried or tense to say anything other than what they've been told to. Ambrose shakes his head and walks on out of camera shot, readjusting his title as he does so. The camera's stay on AJ for a few moments, who begins to grin slyly as she so notoriously does, before the cameras cut to the ring for the Main Event!
Triple Threat for the TCW World Heavyweight Championship
Dean Ambrose (c) vs. Ryback vs. The Brian Kendrick
The bell rings signalling the beginning of this Triple Threat contest for the TCW World Heavyweight championship, and in the immediate instance of the start of the match, none of the men move a muscle. The Brian Kendrick slowly moves his eyes from person to person, taking in his surroundings and quickly trying to think through tactics, trying to work out how exactly to carry out this match. He looks across at Ambrose, who's face twitches slightly as he looks across at the former Champ, before his eyes flicker in the direction of Ryback, and Kendrick smirks as he reads the Champion's mind. The crowd suddenly erupt at the start of such an anticipated contest, as both Ambrose and Kendrick quickly dash over towards Ryback, both throwing several strong right and left handed punches towards the behemoth, who eventually drops down to one knee, before powering out of the assault and jumping to his full height, sending both Kendrick and Ambrose flying across the ring! Ambrose quickly rolls to his front and gets up to one knee, smirking, but Kendrick clearly has extremely different ideas, immediately reacting to Ryback's power by sliding out of the ring underneath the bottom rope and speaking quietly to Paul Heyman as the audience boo wildly. Ambrose scoffs as he looks out at Kendrick, but upon seeing Ryback making a beeline for him he also ducks out of the ring underneath the bottom rope, studying the man inside the ring in detail as he watches his movements. The crowd cheer on Ryback, loudly chanting 'FEED ME MORE' as he moves his arms up and down, before the monster of a man drops to his stomach and slides out of the ring, which sends both Kendrick and Ambrose scurrying away! Ryback isn't in the mood to give up though and the TCW Champion is in his sights, both of his opponents move away from him and eventually find themselves cornered by the announce table, they look at each other in dismay as Ryback approaches, before whispering to each other, but out of nowhere Kendrick pushes Ambrose towards Ryback! The monster catches Ambrose and instinctively lifts him into a throw, hurling him towards the announce table which he bounces off of with a thud and lands on the other side, almost knocking the commentary team over in the process!
The audience pop hard at seeing the TCW Champion on the recieving end of some pain, and Ryback attempts to continue weakening the man he clearly percieves as a bigger threat, but before he has any time to think The Brian Kendrick slams a steel chair ferociously onto the back of the gigantic mass of muscle! Ryback stumbles forwards slightly, before a smirk breaks out on his face and he slowly turns towards Kendrick, who looks petrified at the man standing before him. He brings the chair down over the head of Ryback this time, but once again he stands on the spot, completely ignoring the assault he is on the end of. The audience cheer Ryback on as he slowly shakes his head, before he lunges towards Kendrick and manages to grab ahold of him before he can make a run for it! He brings his arm down heavily across the back of Kendrick, and again, and again, before pulling him away from the ring and turning him to face the turnbuckle pole, but before he can do anything else, Ambrose leaps off of the announce table and locks in a sleeper hold! He's riding on Ryback's back, who is desperately trying to shake off Ambrose, but he just isnt getting anywhere with it! Kendrick turns back around to see all of this unfolding and begins aiming well places kicks into the legs and gut of Ryback, taking him once again down to one knee but this time the added influence of the World Champion's sleeper lock seems to be helping a lot, and the monster is fading fast. Just as it looks like Ryback is out, Ambrose releases the hold and spins Ryback around before gesturing for Kendrick to join him, what could they be planning here... No way, it looks like theyre going for a double suplex, and it's aimed right at the announce table... They try to lift Ryback... And they manage it! They suplex Ryback straight over their heads and he crashes through the announce table, causing absolute mayhem around the ringside area! Kendrick backs away from Ambrose, always knowing where he should be, and grabs ahold of his lower back as he looks across at the downed behemoth, glancing back up at Ambrose who drops to one knee and begins smirking at him. Medical personnel appear to check up on Ryback, but Ambrose isn't having any of it and strikes anybody who attempts to get close to him. Eventually, the staff back off and he turns back to face Ryback, watching him struggle for breath and clearly in pain as he smiles down at him.
Out of nowhere, Ambrose quickly turns around and lunges towards Kendrick, who tries to escape to the underneath of the ring but isn't able to do so as Ambrose grabs him by the ankle and pulls him back into view, flipping him over and smiling at him menacingly as he drops down onto his knees on top of Kendrick and begins throwing strong right hands at him over and over again. The Champ jumps up to his feet and drags Kendrick up to his as well, before dragging him across the ringside area and slamming his head into the still standing Spanish Announcers table. He shoves Kendrick's head into the table over and over again, forcing it down onto monitors and everything else around, and upon finally letting Kendrick out of his grasp we see that the former Champion is well and truly busted open, and the blood is freely flowing down his face. Ambrose looks over at Ryback who is still motionless on the floor, also busted open, and a look of dismay appears on his face. He walks over to a few of the fans in the front row and grimaces towards them, glaring at the rabid mass of people screaming abuse at him. He walks up to a particular man who has just returned to the area with a beer, and glares at him, before shouting loud enough for everyone to hear; 'Gimme a *bleep*in' dollar!' The crowd erupt in shock at the four letter outburst, but delighted to be a part of the show the gentleman obliges and Ambrose smirks in faux appreciation. The audience look on in bemusement as he starts searching on the Spanish Announcers table, before lifting up a stapler... No, surely not! Ambrose holds the bill up to his own forehead... And staples it to his head! This man is absolutely insane! He turns around in a full three hundred and sixty degree turn so every single person in the arena can see what he's done to himself, and the blood has quickly soaked the bill into a reddish colour, and Ambrose smirks as the blood slides down his face, past his mouth, dripping down to the floor. He grabs Kendrick by his now red hair, and drags him across the ringside area once again, and throws him into the ring underneath the bottom rope.
Ambrose follows his prey into the ring, his face now almost completely covered by the crimson mask, and he smirks as he looks down at Kendrick, his blood dripping down onto the mat and soaking the normal blue canvas with the gooey red substance. He leans down over Kendrick who looks as though he's almost completely dead out and begins lifting him up, but Kendrick pushes him away before trying to get up but he stumbles backwards into the ropes, leaving an opportunity for Ambrose to attack once again, and he lunges towards Kendrick, who somehow manages to duck out of the way and as Ambrose turns around... Superkick! Kendrick hits the superkick! Could this be it?! He falls onto Ambrose and the ref drops down to his front, One, Two... Th- No! The World Champion kicks out! What incredible endurance we're seeing from this man! Kendrick looks out of the ring at Heyman who looks on in disbelief, and Kendrick slowly drags himself up to his feet using the ropes... Before out of nowhere, the lights in the arena go out! The audience scream in shock before cheering, not knowing what could be happening... The lights in the arena begin to flash, and a countdown from ten to zero appears on the screen, nobody in the room appears to know what is happening... Before a familiar theme begins to echo through the arena soundsystem but... It can't be, can it?! Everybody turns their focus towards the stage... It is! It's Brock Lesnar! Brock Lesnar is back in TCW! He walks out onto the stage and bounces from side to side, before storming down to the ring and standing in front of it, before being met by Paul Heyman! Heyman smirks before screaming at Lesnar and pointing towards the ring, but Lesnar is clearly too pumped up to care about Heyman's words, pushing him away before he jumps up onto the apron and steps into the ring through the ropes. He walks across to the two men who are by now on their feet, and looks at them in turn. He smirks at Kendrick, then at Ambrose. He looks out of the ring at Heyman who is still barking orders... Before shaking his head and lunging towards The Brian Kendrick! Heyman is in absolute disbelief as he lifts Kendrick up onto his shoulders... F-5! He F-5's the former World Heavyweight Champion! He looks across at Dean Ambrose (who still has a dollar bill stapled to his head I feel it's worth pointing out) before the duo smile at one another and embrace! Lesnar turns around to look at Heyman, who is glaring into the ring, wide eyed and disgusted by what he's seen, but Lesnar is soon distracted by a ruckas unfolding behind him, and turns around to see Ryback lunging towards Ambrose and hitting him with a meathook clothesline! He drops Ambrose, but isn't interested in making a cover, lunging straight towards Lesnar!
The two monsters of the squared circle immediately begin fighting tooth and nail, throwing strong right and left handed punches at one another, and by God these two men could rip down this entire arena if they're allowed to! Ryback gets Lesnar up against the ropes before backing up, and he clotheslines Lesnar over the top rope, taking himself over the top as well! Both men get almost right back up to their feet, continuing to fight one another punch for punch, strike for strike. The former UFC Heavyweight utilizes his striking ability, throwing elbows and forearms that bounce straight off of the bloodied head of Ryback, but the monster isn't giving up easily! He throws a knee into the gut of Lesnar as they ascend the ramp, slowly walking up the ramp towards the stage area, Ryback tries to grab ahold of Lesnar as he is bent over, but Lesnar just keeps pushing him towards the stage, and Ryback is forced to back up, step by step slowly reaching an incredibly dangerous area, Ryback glances behind him to see how much space he has, but that proves to be an incredibly dangerous move, as Lesnar breaks free of his clutch and forcefully aims a kick to the gut of Ryback, which sends him stumbling backwards... And he drops off of the stage! Sparks fly from electrical equipment as Ryback smashes into it and the lighting in the arena dims as a response to the electrical unit being destroyed! Lesnar looks down at the destruction he has caused before smirking as he licks Ryback's blood off of his hand! He quickly remembers where he is, and returns to the middle of the stage, looking down to the ring as he sees both Kendrick and Ambrose staring each other down, pouring with blood. Kendrick makes the first move, attempting another Superkick, but Ambrose ducks it, and kicks Kendrick in the gut, before grabbing his head and dropping to the mat, but he doesn't release it, and he locks in the Guillotine Choke! Kendrick flails around, desperate to escape from the vicious hold, but after a few moments it becomes clear that the mix of the vicious hold and the vast blood loss is too much for him! The referee has absolutely no choice but to call for the bell, ending the match and declaring Dean Ambrose the winner! He gets up to his feet and rips the one dollar bill off of his forehead at last, before beckoning Brock Lesnar down to the ring as he is handed his TCW World Heavyweight Championship title belt, which he immediately places on his shoulder. Lesnar makes his way into the ring via the stairs, glaring at Heyman for a couple of seconds before forgetting about his existence, and grabs ahold of Ambrose hand, holding it high up into the air as Ambrose uses his other hand to display his title belt proudly!
Taz: Cole! What in the hell man? Watch the language! I mean, I know watching that you wouldn't know, but this is a family show!
Booker T: Awww Taz, that match was crazy dawg! What a great ending to a great Pay Per View!
Taz: I'm with you on that man! Great show! Care to close us out, Cole?
Cole: ... Uhmm, yeah, that's... all ladies and gentlemen. Thank you for joining us for this... amazing show! Good night!
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Apr 08, 13 at 6:12am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
The match was over and done with and there stood a brand new king and it was not Antonio Cesaro. The International Sensation would quickly roll out of the ring holding onto the back of his neck, his back is killing him as he turns his head and watches the Italian celebrating in the ring. You could clearly tell that Antonio Cesaro was heartbroken at the outcome of the contest. This was his match, this was his chance to move from the mid-card zone right up to the main event scene where he rightfully belongs, but it appears that it was not meant to be. Antonio Cesaro stands outside the ring for a moment and arches his back and tilts his head upwards. The fans do not applaud him, they do not cheer him for his performance, they merely boo him as he takes one more look back at the ring.
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Apr 08, 13 at 10:12am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
- PARENTAL DISCRECTION IS ADVISED -
Recent Events: Looked moments away from losing his title at King of The Ring, when Brock Lesnar stormed to the ring! Lesnar's debut shocked the world as he betrayed Paul Heyman by laying out The Brian Kendrick, and then Ryback, allowing Ambrose to pick up the pieces and choke Kendrick out to retain his title.
Chapter 11 - Multitude of Casualties
And so, after all the hype and build-up, King of The Ring is over. And what a Pay-Per-View it turned out to be. And while it settled the score between The Brian Kendrick and Dean Ambrose, to say that the dust has settled wouldn't quite be right. The fans now prepare themselves for Santino Marella and Dean Ambrose, and while they won't lock horns for another month they is sure to be plenty of words, and blows, exchanged before then. The fans must also wonder about the arrival of Brock Lesnar and while obviously carnage will ensue they must wonder what exactly The Beast's intentions are for the TCW roster. Away from the Main Event, Damien Sandow proved himself as a worthy superstar, leaving his first TCW show with the TV Title but there is no way The Sinister Scotsman will let this defeat go unavenged. There is also, of course, the return of Alex Shelley who made anyone who wasn't taking him seriously after two years out of the game eat their words.
Indeed, rather than the dust settling, a full blown hurricane lies ahead for TCW for the near future.
The cameras open up on the bend of a narrow corridor of the Kohl Center, venue for King of The Ring. There is some buzz of conversation off behind the camera - superstars, agents, physiotherapists all discussing everything that just went down over the past three hours. The camera remains fully fixed forwards, however, awaiting someone to make their away around the bend. After only a few seconds, someone does.
Sporting both his sadistic grin and World Championship, a panting Dean Ambrose emerges. He clearly wasn't expecting the camera, but his grin grows when he sees it.
The least on edge he has ever been, Ambrose, bloodied face yet relaxed gets even closer to the camera and talks to either the camera or the man using it.
Ambrose takes a step back and picks up a bottle of water from the ground. He screws the top off and takes a swig from it.
Ambrose drops the bottle and with the folds the World Title in his right hand up so that only the face can be seen, the straps tucked up behind it. He stares at it for a few seconds, and then with another wide smile looks at the camera.
Ambrose grins again, much more sadistic this time, and weaves his Championship around pointing right in the camera, clearly speaking more to the executives than the fans.
He takes a step back and shrugs his shoulders, somehow looking both paranoid and nonchalant.
Ambrose looks from side to side and then puts his arms out to each side (you know, the Come At Me, Bro pose).
Dean takes a step back from the camera, takes a breath as if to calm himself but to no avail.
Ambrose, unable to keep still now, steps forward, and back then steps back, trying to control himself and calm down but he simply shoves the title into the camera lens.
Ambrose stares wide eyed into the camera, as if expecting a response. He waits and waits, and obviously gets no reply. Without warning, he explodes again.
Suddenly and without warning, Ambrose throws the title over his shoulder and pushes the camera out of the way, strolling off into the distance. The camera turns to see him, a limp in his left ankle as he glares at everyone lined against the walls staring at the bloodied, sweaty, wounded, but ultimately and most importantly victorious, Dean Ambrose.
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