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Apr 30, 13 at 9:51am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
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Ken Kennedy - Tweener
Minutes before his match is set to start, Ken Kennedy is walking the halls, wearing a t-shirt and wrestling tights. He is carrying a piece of paper with him. He stops at the door of Wade Barrett's dressing room. He tapes the piece of paper to the door. The camera is at an angle that viewers cannot see what he taped on the door.
"We'll see who folds like an accordion," said Ken, walking away laughing.
What did Ken tape on the door? The camera moves into view. Click on the spoiler tag to find out.
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Apr 30, 13 at 9:54am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
The fans in attendance wait in their seats some fans are trying to starts chants while other fans are out going to the bathroom and getting refreshments from the stands. The noise quite downs for a little when all of a sudden...
I'M HERE TO SHOW THE WORLD!
The theme song of Dolph Ziggler starts to play over the pa system in the arena and the crowd quickly goes from quite to booing Ziggler almost out of the building. The heat for Ziggler is unbelievable, the fans in attendance hate Ziggler so much. fans chanting "You Suck" and "Go Away" start to repeat over and over again as The Show-Off himself a[[ears on the stage with the lovely Layla in a amazing green sparkling dress. Ziggler has his arm around Layla's waist and then they kiss at the top of the ramp. They begin their way down to the ring holding hands. Ziggler helps Layla up the steel steps then leaps onto the apron and holds the ropes for her to get in. Ziggler then scales the turnbuckle taunting the crowd. Ziggler gets into the ring and is handed a TCW labeled microphone from an official outside of the ring. Ziggler has his ring attire on with his blue "Show-Off" hoodie on and his blonde hair slicked back as usual.
"Tonight is the night."
Ziggler says, before the crowd starts to viciously boo him again.
"Tonight's the night, that my partner and myself beat The Big Red Machine, Kane, and the Deadman, The Undertaker!"
The crowd starts to chant "Kane and Undertaker" loud and over and over again and it's starting to aggravate Ziggler.
"The Undertaker and Kane since they have come to TCW, have faced Rhodes and Regal. To men who never made it to the top like myself and my partner for this evening! When people hear the name Undertaker, they automatically get scared. But not me! I have been in the ring with tons of bigger then me. But still, day in and day out. I bust my ass in that ring. Showing you guys, myself, and everybody backstage, how damn good I am!"
The crowd erupts in a "You Suck" chant again.
Ziggler says starting to get angry. Layla tries to calm him down but it makes it worst.
"You will all see tonight how much I "Suck" when myself and my partner defeat! The Undertaker and Kane! When the ref holds our hands up high! And Taker and Kane lay on the canvas hurting! You will all see later tonight! You all will never forget the name! Dolph Ziggler! Show-OFF!"
Ziggler drops the microphone and taunts the crowd before Layla and him leave the ring and walking up the ramp as tthe camera fades to black.
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Apr 30, 13 at 9:55am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
- - - - - - - - -
He is a pornographic sleaze,
Watching girls shake it in bars and clubs,
Not caring whom he offends,
He just has no class,
Always watching girls and women,
He doesn't hold back his desires,
Although he disgusts many people,
For he is from the night time,
The red light district loving people like him,
For sexuality reels in the money,
And he looks for the perfect long legged,
Heavily made up honey,
But there're a lot of honeys he has used,
Some have been abused,
But they frequent bars and clubs,
Drinking and smoking the night away,
And when the sun is shining,
They will be asleep like vampires,
Waiting for night to fall,
But no saving grace comes to call for these girls,
For they are trapped in a world of pornographic sleaze,
Working for a few lousy hundred bucks,
And not caring who they offend,
Because red hot nights may be red,
But many a body is found, all too dead,
For this is a rough neighbourhood,
Gangsters paying for guns and sex,
A wave of people just about getting by,
In a criminal underworld of the red light district,
Rude to the core but a place hard to ignore:
At least for those paying men,
With plenty of money to spend on a cheap night out.
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Apr 30, 13 at 10:24am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
’King’ Santino Marella
Rolling Black Out (Rolling DDT Guillotine) | Death by Judo (Tazplex)
The camera is up, it is rolling, the light is blinking, and Josh Mathews is standing next to me with a plain look on his face waiting for the cue from the producer Kevin Dunn. Everything seems like it is coming back to normal, back to the way it was before that monster showed up. My leg is healing nicely and my ribs as well so that’s a plus, but I can’t help but feel like something horrible is about to happen to me. I am constantly looking over my shoulder to see if the monster is lurking in the shadows, but he’s not or at least not that I can tell. There’s the signal, it’s time to put on a brave face I guess.
Welcome ladies and gentlemen to Warzone, my guest with me tonight is your King, Santino Marella. King? I don’t feel much like a king right now? Last week I ran away like a coward… or was it smart or me to run? Surely I would have been destroyed given my condition. Santino? Are you ok? Curse me, I must have zoned out.
Yea Josh, go on with the interview. I must not show weakness, I must stay focused.
Well I was asking how you were feeling and how your injuries were coming along from two weeks ago? Josh had asked these questions earlier when Santino was obviously focused on something else. Santino now however seems to be more focused on Josh and on this interview.
I’m not one hundred percent, but who is anymore? We compete three hundred plus days a year, you would be hard pressed to find someone on the roster that isn’t dealing with some kind of injury. Truth be told mine were worse than anyone else’s, but I can’t let anyone know the truth. I have to stay strong.
What are your plans to deal with Dean Ambrose’s body guard, Brock Lesnar? I have no plan, just avoidance. Santino ponders to himself for several moments before responding.
Let’s just say that as the King of TCW I have some followers that have my best interest at heart. That couldn’t be further from the truth. No one would come to my aid even if I paid them. It can be seen that Santino looks a bit uneasy, looking over his shoulder several times. Josh Mathews looks with him on this latest time and looks a bit puzzled at Santino.
Santino I noticed that you keep looking around. Are you expecting someone, perhaps Brock? Are you worried that he might seek some kind of retribution against you for what you did to him last week? Last week that monster ripped my car door off as I tried to drive away. There is no doubt in my mind that he is going to try and get some sort of retribution against me. Santino just stares at Josh, not really knowing how to answer the questions that have been laid in front of him. He doesn’t want to seem weak as a King, but still doesn’t know how to answer the question.
I uh…. I have no worries Josh. Yea lie through your teeth. When I attacked Brock Lesnar last week before our match I only had one thing in mind and that was to send a message and I believe I did exactly what I set out to do. Not bad, let’s keep this up
What message was it that you were trying to deliver? Damn it Josh shut your mouth. Santino shoots a look at Josh as if to ask ‘why would you ask such a question?’
That no matter what anyone does to me that I will continue to get up and continue to fight for what is right and for what is mine. There is no man on this planet that can keep me down for long. I may suffer minor setbacks like I did two weeks ago, but I proved last week that I won’t be down for long. You know this doesn’t sound half bad. I think I could work with this.
Is there any particular reason why you ran instead of holding your ground and fighting? Josh really wants to get punched in the nuts tonight. Again Santino shoots a look at Josh, this one was meant to kill.
As a smart man I know when to stay and fight and when to retreat. Brock ripped the door off of my car, I really don’t want to know what would have happened if he got a hold of me. I pick my battles wisely and if my tactics don’t seem to be working I will retreat and regroup and formulate a new plan of action. Holy shit you actually sound like you know what you are talking about. Josh is about to pull the microphone back again, but Santino stops him, grabbing the microphone out of Josh’s hands before he can ask another question. You see in about two weeks I have to go one on one with Brocks master and I need to be as healthy as I can be so that I can take my rightful place as World Champion. If I was to stay and tangle with that monster there most definitely would be an epic battle that neither him nor I would walk away from. I play things smart Josh and in two weeks’ time I will be all the better for my choices as I stand here as your new World Champion. End it on that, just walk away, and don’t let Josh say another word. Hell, take the microphone with you just so he can't. Santino turns and walks away from Josh leaving the small man a bit bewildered by this odd interview and lonely as his microphone was taken from him.
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Apr 30, 13 at 2:17pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
By Shiny & The Voiceless
Lillian Garcia looks to kick off the next segment here on Total Championship Wrestling as she stands in the middle of the ring with a microphone. She puts it to her lips, seemingly with disdain, and the crowd get a sinking pit in their stomachs that she knows that they are in for some trouble.
Time To Play the Game!
The aformentioned wrestlers come out on the stage, and line up shoulder to shoulder, each looking down at the arena before them. Even though they are up in the rafters, the crowd members still feel below these larger than life wrestlers. Last week, they had destroyed a decorated stable, The Four Horsemen, before putting Ric Flair into the hospital! Will these men pay for their actions? They walk down the ramp, shoulder to shoulder, taking each stride almost uniformly. When they enter the ring, Rhodes grabs the microphone from Lillian as his newfound group stares out into the crowd - their new home.
The fans boo as the microphone is handed to Triple H, the most experienced member of the new Evolution. Triple H looks at the camera with a stern, menacing expression and stalls for a considerable amount of time. When he eventually speaks, he talks with a harsh tone that makes it seem as if he is talking down to the fans.
Triple H points at Cody Rhodes, he treats the audience to a brief bow. The fans boo loudly the moment that Rhodes' name is mentioned.
Of course, these words don't silence the vocal fans in the arena. If anything, the boos become significantly louder. Randy Orton shakes his head in disapproval at the fans' blatant disrespect. Batista simply stares at the camera with a cold look that reveals no emotions but still sends shivers down the viewers' spines. Triple H hits the top of the microphone with the palm of his hand to produce a loud noise that silences the fans and gives the Game a chance to continue.
The other three members of Evolution all clap as Triple H raises his arms in the air. There are a few light boos to be heard from the crowd, but most of the fans have accepting that booing won't achieve anything and have resorted to giving Evolution the silent treatment. Triple H turns to face his cohorts and looks at them as he speaks again.
As Triple H utters the word 'new', he points at his three accomplices, his finger mainly focusing on Rhodes, the youngest member of the newly revamped Evolution. As if being reminded, he decides to hand the microphone to Batista, who all had thought would remain silent. Nonetheless, Batista raises the microphone and begins talking, taking breaths between his ragged words.
Batista raises both arms high above his head and is hit with a shower of jeers. This is the man they once cheered on, and now he was nothing but a hated monster. He hands the microphone to Orton, who takes the microphone with a sense of utter pride.
Orton hands the microphone back to Triple H, who raises it to his lips for some final words.
Triple H's music hits and the four members of Evolution exit the ring, walking backstage as the fans in the arena wonder if Evolution's impact on TCW will be as huge as these four confident men are predicting.
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Apr 30, 13 at 3:59pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
The capacity crowd waits anxiously for the next member of the TCW roster to come out and speak to them. When a guitar riff hits, fans in line for nachos and drinks run back to their seats to see the superstar who has returned. They look confused and slightly disappointed when they realize it is not Brian Kendrick's theme, but another man's. Quite a few people cheer as the brown-haired man makes his way down to the ring, his long locks waving around as he runs. He slides into the ring as the crowd chant his name: MORRISON! MORRISON!
John Morrison lifts the microphone to his lips and starts to speak.
"Thank you all. Everyone one of you. When Paul Heyman asked me to come back to the mainstream scene and become a wrestler in TCW, I told him I'd have to think about it. I mean, it's Paul Heyman. Do I really want to work for that walrus? [crowd pops at the jab at the Warzone GM] But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that the world needs more of me. The wrestling community needs more of John Morrison. So I told Paul, 'Hey, I'll sign but I'm going to need...'"
I'M HERE TO SHOW THE WORLD! I'M HERE TO SHOW THE WORLD!
From behind the curtain comes Dolph Ziggler grinning at Morrison. John stares down the Show-Off as the blonde man walks to the ring. The TCW fans shout obscenities at Ziggler up until the moment he becomes just inches away from Morrison. Then, they start to chant for John to kick Ziggler's ass. Morrison looks over to his left, gazing out at the crowd, before wrapping Ziggler in a friendly hug. The shocked fans gasp and start to boo the duo as Morrison starts again.
"What? You don't like Dolph. I most certainly like Dolph. He is what all of you are not: greatness in human form. Therefore, he gives you a show. What he does is a service to all of you, and I can truly call him my equal. Which is why I have chosen to join him in TCW tonight as we defeat the Brothers of Destruction.
Now, as I was saying before my friend came out here and you rudely interrupted me. I told Paul, 'I'm going to need my own dressing room. I'll need a title shot, because just giving me the World Heavyweight Championship makes the other wrestlers look bad. And, I want the show to begin with me personally addressing my loyal fans.' Heyman declined my proposal. I was just about to tell him to take the contract and shove it up his ass when I remembered that Dolph here was already in TCW. I called him up and new that if I joined I'd have a comrade with me out of the gate. And now I'm here in front of you all, giving you the opportunity to listen to a man who is skilled on the mic, the opportunity to take some notes on how not to sound like the bumbling idiot over there."
John Morrison points to a random man in the crowd whom gives Morrison a one finger salute. The newest man on the TCW roster flips his hair out of his eyes as the crowd quites down.
"Now, if you'll excuse us, we have jobs to do. Actual jobs. We have to put the Brothers of Destruction back on the injured reserve list."
The two men walk out of the ring and backstage together as the camera fades to black.
An RP by Smell The Chiken and StraightedgeXSavior
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Apr 30, 13 at 4:00pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
"The Instant Classic" Christian Cage
He couldn't wipe the smirk off his face. Christian Cage was just all too pleased with himself. Having the crowd eating out of the palm of his hands just like they always were was refreshing. And hearing them boo him? His grin went from ear to ear.
There was still a bit of time before tonight's show started, so he fancied himself a walk around the arena. Loosen up his muscles a bit before his match. But as he walked around the backstage area, he heard the murmurs, saw the disgusted looks by members of the crew. They couldn't believe what he'd said earlier, not when the fans are the reason this industry continues to prosper. It was almost enough to anger Cage before he found humor in it. The nobodies, the people who no one actually recognizes, caring about what the fans think? Hah, Christian almost burst out laughing on the spot.
Then Christian heard something even funnier. The Instant Classic happened upon a camera feed at an opportune time, catching Evolution's message to the TCW Universe. Triple H complaining about someone else taking the limelight too much? Oh, if that wasn't irony, he didn't know what was. It was hard for Christian to contain himself after that, but he tried to ignore it.
He was still laughing under his breath as he turned the next corner, letting out a small sigh as he brought his view up from his feet. Right into the smiling face of Josh Matthews. And the camera off to the side, red light on. Here we go....
"Christian, I was wondering if I'd be able to get an interview with you before your match tonight."
"I'm going to stop you right there Josh. It isn't "Christian." It is, "The Instant Classic, Christian Cage." Simple to get, right? And sure, you can have a moment of my time. After all, I'm sure everyone is dying to hear from me again."
Josh nods his head and beckons the camera over. Cage rolls his neck a bit as Josh does the normal interview. "Please welcome my guest at this time...", like anyone would give Cage a warm welcome after that performance earlier. Hell, Christian can already hear the boos coming from the crowd.
"Christian, tonight you make your TCW debut as well as your first in-ring return since being injured. How do you feel that injury will effect you tonight, as well as any, "ring rust?"
Seriously? Josh gets a precious moment with The Instant Classic and this is how he starts it off? Laughable. But Cage felt bad for the little guy. Almost every interview, he's left a joke or left beaten onto the ground. Might as well be kind to someone tonight.
"Josh, my injury is gone. And no matter what anyone tries to do to my shoulder tonight, it won't be a handicap. In fact, everyone else in that match tonight is handicapped. Because even when I've been away from the ring for months, I still have more experience than each and every one of them. No matter how hard they try to be something else, I will still always be The Instant Classic."
He felt proud of his response. He acknowledged Josh's question, giving the guy a bit of hope that this interview won't turn sour. No doubt a hope Josh hadn't had in a while. Then Josh opened his mouth again....
"Now Christian, when you were in the ring earlier tonight you had a few....choice words for the TCW Universe. What did you exactly mean when you called them all "little monkeys?"
Josh....you screwed up. Cage is quick to rip the microphone from Josh's hand following that question. The grin on his face and the joking tone in his voice are gone. Right now, there doesn't seem to be a funny bone in his body.
"Josh, I meant that they are little monkeys. Dirty, disgusting, uneducated monkeys. Unable to think for themselves, they can't do anything without being told or shown how. They are bigger morons than Michael Cole! Each and everyone of them are useless. They mean nothing to me, nothing! The only worth they have are they buy tickets that go to my paycheck! That's it! The Instant Classic, Christian Cage does not need any "peeps." Especially not when my peeps would be pieces of trash!"
Josh slowly backs away from the now irate Cage, motioning to the camerman to end the interview now. But Cage barks at him, not to turn off the camera. He isn't finished.
"And another thing Josh! You think this little interview means jack at all? It doesn't! You are nothing. The people back here are nothing! My opponents tonight? Nothing. The morons in the seats? NOTHING. All disgusting little monkeys, doing what they see the person next to them doing! Monkey see, monkey do!"
Christian turns around as he continues on his tirade, leaving a brief peace. The cameraman is quick to end the scene there before more can be said, so the screen abruptly cuts to black.
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Apr 30, 13 at 4:15pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
- - - - - - -
The pyrotechnics for Warzone come to a halt and the camera turns it's attention to the centre of the ring, which Justin Roberts is currently in the centre of. It's time for the first match of the night!
Justin Roberts: Ladies and Gentlemen this matchup is a five way dance sche--
IT'S ALRIGHT, I'M JUST A LITTLE CRAZY!
What the - ? The sold out crowd erupt into jeers as the music of Dean Ambrose plays out around the arena, and after a few moments, the man himself appears! Ambrose, not scheduled to compete tonight, makes his way down to the ring, rolls in and takes the microphone from Josh Matthews. The crowd boo as he looks all around them. He grins ever so slightly at the reception, and then brings the microphone to his mouth.
Dean Ambrose: As those of you have checked TCW.Com or the TCW App or whatever you use nowdays will be aware, I am not scheduled to compete tonight.
Despite the hatred of Ambrose, there is mostly boos radiating from the crowd at the statement - he's the World Heavyweight Champion, and they paid to see him compete.
Dean Ambrose: And if you've been watching the show lately, you'll know why - because I've decimated just about everybody there is!
The crowd boo at the arrogance shown by Ambrose, far from happy that the man they detest most has yet to get his comeuppance.
Dean Ambrose: When I walked in this building tonight, when I walk into any arena on any tour we do, the seas part - I'm like Moses.
Again, the crowd boo further at the audacity of Ambrose's comparison.
Dean Ambrose: I'm like a dog with rabies, I'm like a leper, nobody wants to get within ten feet of me. [Ambrose shrugs his shoulders, as if unsure as to why this is, but the slight grin on his face shows that he is fully aware] I was told today, on the phone, I was told - 'Dean, we..we can't find anybody who will get in the ring with you tonight.'
Ambrose steps forward and peers right into the camera, so that is face takes up the televisions of everyone at home and the titantron for those in attendance, and basically whispers with a chuckle.
Dean Ambrose: Nobody.
Ambrose takes a stop back and suddenly proclaims as loudly as he can.
Dean Ambrose: I'M THE KING OF MY OWN UNIVERSE!
He shrugs his shoulders and winks at the camera slowly and without a trace of subtlty.
Dean Ambrose: But hey, it's a sweet gig and the cheques still cash. For what they're paying me, they're gonna have to start paying migrant workers to fight me. Because nobody with any sense wants to fight Dean Ambrose! Because they know they'll get their fingers broken, their teeth chipped and their skull smashed in! So...so yeah. No-one in the back wants to fight me.
Ambrose nods his head slowly, as if has accepted the fact, but then looks up at the camera.
Dean Ambrose: But as you can see, I'm still dressed to compete.
The crowd pop loudly, not sure exactly what's going to happen but convinced that Ambrose will find a way to compete.
Dean Ambrose: And I know... [Ambrose sighs] That a lot of you don't like me. I finished off Brian Kendrick and Ryback, I don't reply to anyone on twitter and I sure as hell don't sit and sign autographs for you losers for hours at a time. [Heat] And seeing as we're in Texas and a lot of you hillbillys have got in enough fist fights with your family over who gets to marry your sister [Massive heat] I'm going to let one of you step in the ring with me.
With that, the crowd erupt! They hated Ambrose before, but with his recent insults just about everyone wants to punch him out.
Dean Ambrose: To avoid any sort of lawsuit once I beat this redneck to a pulp, I'll fight the person blindfolded. So yeah, there you have it - one of you can face a blindfolded Dean Ambrose... [Ambrose pauses for a moment, looks at his title on his waist, unbuckles it, and then holds it aloft] and the World Heavyweight Championship is on the line!
The crowd erupt, all the men holding their arms aloft in the hopes Ambrose will pick them. The Champion rolls out of the ring and walks around the barricade. He peers into the face of everyone he walks past, grabbing a few by the face and mumbling 'Nah' to himself. He stops at a frail blonde woman, grabs her face and peers into it, clearly considering picking her. The crowd boo at the villainy of Ambrose picking a woman, who looks terrified by his glare, but mumbles 'No' again. Ambrose stops again and stares into the face of a little boy, no older than ten years old, who looks ready to cry and and begins to hug his father, seemingly fearing for his life! Ambrose reaches the other side of the ring, and stops on a guy in an old school Degeneration X t-shirt. Ambrose stares into the mans eyes, and unlike the woman and child from before, this man doesn't back down. The crowd begin to roar at this fan's refusal to stand down. Ambrose darts a glance at the nearest security guard.
Dean Ambrose: Get him in the ring, yeah, him, HIM!
The fan looks delighted as the security guard helps him over the barricade, as Warzone cuts to a commercial.
When TCW returns, a blindfolded Ambrose and the fan, around 6ft and average build, dressed shirtless in jeans stand across from each other.
Michael Cole: Ladies and gentleman, this is, this is something I don't think I've ever seen before.
Booker T: Yo dawg I don't think this is the best idea.
Taz: Come on, Booker, this guy has got the opportunity of a life time!
Booker T: Dean Ambrose is a dangerous man though, dream or no dream.
Michael Cole: If you're just tuning in, folks - Dean Ambrose issued an open challenge to anyone in the arena to face him for the World Title, and Ambrose said he would fight blindfolded. This man in the ring is just a fan from this Texan audience! Now, during the commerical break the fan signed a Hold Harmless Agreement. That means that if Dean Ambrose breaks this guys leg, or gives him a concussion, or anything of the sort, he or TCW cannot be held responsible.
Booker T: The contract might be a deathwish.
Taz: C'mon, guys! Give this guy a chance! He's pretty big, and Dean Ambrose is blindfolded! He can't see a thing! Come on, fan!
World Heavyweight Championship Match
Dean Ambrose vs Audience Member
Dean Ambrose is competing blindfolded
The crowd are on fire as they cheer on this hometown hero, who cautiously takes a step forward. Ambrose gets in a wrestling stance, and feels for a single collar tie up or test of strength, and the fan slowly approaches him. Instead of engaging though, the fan nails Ambrose with a right hand! The crowd go wild! And another right hand, and another! Ambrose stumbles backwards, and the fan pursues him, landing a few more big right hands! Ambrose has recoiled into the turnbuckle, and the fan goes after him - but Ambrose hits a kick to the gut! The fan drops onto his knees, clutching his abdomen. Wait, Ambrose has tore his blindfold off! What the hell! The crowd erupt with jeers and boos and all round hatred for Ambrose, who has snapped and begins stomping on this poor guy! Stomp stomp stomp! Ambrose drags him to his feet, stares in, but the guy slaps him across the face! The crowd erupt again, but it proved to be more gutsy than smart as it just infuriates the world champion, who clotheslines him! Ambrose mounts the fan and begins to land a flurry of punches, and referees run to the ring to try to pull Ambrose off the fan. Ambrose yells to them 'I'm in the middle of a match, here!' and continues to stomp on the fan! Road agents and referees cannot get a berserk Ambrose off of th--
LA VITTORIA É MIA!
It's Santino Marella! Marella is here! The Number One Contender sprints to the ring, and Ambrose bails from the ring just in the nick of time! He snatches his title from ringside and hops the barricade, running through the crowd without looking back! Santino checks on the well being of the fan in the ring, and helps him to his feet, while a scornful Ambrose looks on, clutching his world title and looking very, very pissed off. TCW cuts to a commercial.
Taz: You got that right, Cole! Our World Champion Dean Ambrose challenged a fan to a World Title Match!
Booker T: Not only that, but he agreed to fight blindfolded, and then when the going got tough off came the blindfold and he decimated the fan!
Cole: I can't believe the higher ups are going to be happy about this!
Booker T I'm sure they won't! But movin' swiftly on, it's time for our first match!
Five Way Dance
Daniel Bryan vs. Batista vs. Christian vs. Wade Barrett vs. Ken Kennedy
Christian and Batista begin by double-teaming Daniel Bryan in one corner of the ring while at the opposite end Wade Barrett and the returning Ken Kennedy exchange blows. Bryan tries to fight back but is grounded by stomps from Christian and Batista. Both men place Bryan onto the turnbuckle, possibly for a double-superplex, but their would-be victim grabs their skulls and knocks them together. As the two stumble back, Bryan stands on the top ropes and jumps, hitting a crossbody on both men. Elsewhere, the fight continues outside the ring as Kennedy whips Barrett over the top rope. As Kennedy taunts his opponent from the safety of the squared-circle, Barrett grabs onto his feet and drags him onto the arena flow. The two opponents take turns throwing punches until Barrett misses his target, giving Kennedy the opportunity to throw him into the crowd barricade. Returning to the action in the ring, Batista and Christian regain the upper hand with a double-suplex on Bryan. After Christian hits an elbow drop, Batista turns on him with a big boot. Filled with rage at the betrayal, Christian redirects his attacks towards Batista by hitting him with a flurry of kicks. After sending his opponent to his knees, Christian displays his strength by picking up his opponent and hitting him with a backbreaker. Outside the ring, Barrett has recovered and is in the process of smashing Kennedy's face in by repeatedly slamming it on top of the barricade. Becoming visibly bored of this attack, he grabs ahold of his opponent and throws him over a set of steel steps. Kennedy flips over them and lands on his back. Barrett proceeds to climb the steps and, reaching the last one, leaps to hit a two-legged stomp on Kennedy. Returning to Batista and Christian, the larger of the men has returned to his feet. Christian goes for the Irish whip, but Batista reverses and instead whips Christian out of the ring towards Wade Barrett, leaving three men down on the arena floor. Batista turns around and is hit with a powerful shoulder block from Daniel Bryan. He gets back to his knees, but receives Bryan's signature series of kicks. After the last one that puts Batista on his back, Bryan climbs a turnbuckle and leaps, looking for the Diving Headbutt... And he hits it! As Bryan stands up before going for the pin, Barrett runs back into the ring. Bryan turns around and Barrett sweeps him up. Barrett wastes no time in hitting Wasteland! He pins Bryan. 1...2...3! Wade Barrett picks up the victory in his return to TCW!
Booker T: I think I just might put him in my Fave Five.
Cole: Why don't you just put all five men in that match in your Fave Five, Booker?
Booker T: ...Maybe I will.
Tag Team Match
The Brothers of Destruction vs. Dolph Ziggler & John Morrison
The Undertaker and Dolph Ziggler start out the match as their teammates root them on. The younger Ziggler easily runs circles around his opponent, throwing some elbows into the Deadman's back. With a kick to the knee he sends the Undertaker down. Ziggler follows up with kicks to his opponent's chest, giving himself time to show-off with a handstand, and finishes with a roundhouse kick to the Undertaker's head. The big man goes down as Ziggler walks over to tag in John Morrison. Ziggler's partner springboards off the ropes towards the now standing Undertaker. Instead of hitting a crossbody, Morrison is caught by Undertaker. A look of pure fear covers Morrison's face for he knows what to expect next as Taker throws him onto the turnbuckle. Snake eyes, big boot, and the Deadman finishes with a legdrop. After the onslaught, Dolph runs into the ring and hit the Undertaker from behind, causing both legal men to be down on the ground. The ref ushers Ziggler out of the ring as Taker crawls to tag in Kane. Morrison gets back to his feet at the same moment Kane grabs him to hit a neckbreaker. The Big Red Monster then tosses Morrison into the corner, where he hits him with a big boot of his own. Morrison stumbles out as Kane picks him up for a vintage sidewalk slam. He covers. 1...2...kick! Morrison rolls over to the ropes to help himself up as Kane's fiery eyes glare at his opponent. Kane goes to grab him, but Morrison quickly hits him with an elbow to the face before running into the opposite ropes and returning with a dropkick. Morrison then hits a corkscrew kick as Kane gets back to his feet. Rather than trying to pin his opponent, Morrison stands over Kane and insults him, yelling obscenities at him. Kane grabs Morrison with both hands and picks him up while getting to his feet. He drops Morrison on his knee for a gutbuster, but before he can make another move his opponent hits him with a low blow. Morrison rolls over to Ziggler for the tag before collapsing outside of the ring. Dolph runs into the ring, but Kane immediately grabs his throat. Ziggler shakes his head in a plea for mercy as Kane lifts him up and hits the Chokeslam! Kane goes for the pin. 1...2...3! The Brothers of Destruction are victorious!
Cole: I just think the two men are a bit overrated.
Taz: You do realize you just called two future hall-of-famers overrated? I'll let you think about that as we watch this Television Championship Match.
Singles Match for the TV Title
Jayson Anthony Paul vs. Damien Sandow
The bell rings and immediately the former Champ dashes forwards and tries to assault the current Champion, but he ducks out of the way of his opponent and begins throwing strong right handed shots towards Sandow, slowly sending him backwards towards the corner before whipping him across to the corner opposite, chasing him immediately and hitting a big corner splash onto Sandow, which causes him to drop down to the mat. JAP doesn't waste any time, dropping down to one knee and punching Sandow repeatedly in the head until the referee forces him away from the former Champ, insisting that Damien has time and space to get his bearings back and return to his feet. After a few moments, Sandow is back to his feet and the ref moves away, allowing the battle to continue, however as soon as Jayson approaches Sandow, the latter throws a strong knee into the gut of the champ, before throwing him into the corner and slamming an elbow into his jaw. Sandow walks away from the corner, before quickly lunging in and slamming a shoulder into the mid-section of Paul, causing him to drop down to his knees. Sandow grabs ahold of the Champion's head in a headlock, and continues holding as the referee begins to count to five, with Sandow releasing the hold just on the brink of being called up for a disqualification. He moves away from JAP, allowing him to get to his feet, before charging at him and immediately forcing him back to the ground by slamming a knee into the gut of the Champion, which makes him drop down to the mat again. Sandow grabs Paul by the leg and drags him into the middle of the ring, before circling his leg and locking in a figure four leg lock! The referee gets down to his knees, talking to the TV Champion in order to see if he is prepared to tap out, but he refuses, not wanting to lose his TV Title so soon after winning it! He keeps fighting it, and eventually is able to roll over, reversing the hold! The audience urge him on, hoping Sandow taps as they have really gotten behind the new persona of the formerly known JTG, and continue to chant his name as eventually Sandow is able to pull himself towards the side of the ring and wrap his arms around the bottom hope, forcing the hold to be broken by the current champion. After a few moments, JAP finally releases the hold and gets up to his feet slowly, grabbing ahold of his leg which still aches a little bit from when the hold was previously locked in on him. Sandow as well gets up to his feet, and JAP moves towards him in an attempt to finish the match off, he grabs ahold of Sandow's head, and smashes him to the ground with the Black Panther! He makes the cover for an easy three count, and retains the championship!
Taz: I hate to agree with you, but I do. Congrats on retaining your title, Jayson!
Booker T: I hate to do it, but I'm taking Sandow out of my Fave Five.
Cole: A man isn't in Booker's Fave Five! It's a miracle!
Backstage Josh Matthews anxiously holds a microphone next to Wade Barrett who seems to be looking past the young interviewer and ruminating on other events. After several seconds Josh manages to compose himself enough to attempt to begin the interviewer though it's obvious that Barrett staring intently off into the distance is throwing him off a bit.
Josh Matthews: I am joined here tonight by none other than Wade Barrett! How does it feel to be back in the ring here in TCW?
Josh's voice snaps Barrett back into reality and he shakes his head, as if to clear this thoughts, before responding.
Wade Barrett: To be honest it's great to be back doing what I love. I fought my way up bare-knuckle fighting in dingy pubs and back alleys back home to get here. Fighting is what I do, it's what I am good at and the only thing in life I truly understand. Coming down to the ring and going at it with one, two or even three other competitors is what I live for. I am not here to count wins or losses, to win titles or any other sort of award you can think of. Josh, I am here for one reason and one reason only; that is to kick some ass. So I'm putting the TCW locker room on notice. If you get in my way you will feel the Barrett Barrage! Once the bull hammer strikes home they will be picking teeth out of the arena for weeks. I am ready to take on all comers, it doesn't matter who it is...
Suddenly another man struts into the frame either completely oblivious or perhaps intentionally disrupting the interview! The camera man does gives the scene a swerve and brings Alberto Del Rio, and Ricardo Rodriquez, into the fray. He's already dressed and prepared for his upcoming match and smiling at Wade as if he found something about him remarkably comical. Josh Matthews, caught between the British Barrett and the Pride of Mexico, looks hapless.
Alberto Del Rio: Oh Josh, come now, surely you can find someone more important to waste your time on than this ... thug?
He hesitates on the last word as if were attempting to put some extra weight behind it. The even more uncomfortable Josh Matthews looks from on man to the next, then raises his microphone.
Josh Matthews: Alberto it's great you stopped by, you yourself are just minutes away from yout Money in the Bank qualifier but what did you think about Wade's debut tonight?
Alberto chortles a response just as quickly as soon as he was asked the question.
Alberto Del Rio: Not bad, for a nobody I suppose. If you want to see something truly impressive Josh then I suggest you watch what is about to happen to our young colleague; one Mr Kyle O'Reilly. He's what you like to call yourself, a fighter right? He's all about the power will and determination, a lot like you. Well allow me to use Kyle O'Reilly as an example: skill will beat will, every time out of every time.
And with that the Pride of Mexico's brown polished face splits into a leering little smirk. Was it confidence or arrogance? Either way it surely puts low on Wade Barrett's “likely to be friends with” list. As if sensing the brewing animosity, like spider sense with a sun tan, Alberto moves to take his leave.
Alberto Del Rio: You have yourself a good night now Josh, I'm sure I'll be seeing you later for my post victory interview...
Then he looks to Wade Barrett.
Alberto Del Rio: Watch and learn Wade, you might pick a trick or two.
He says this with a tactical little wink, just quick enough to get a rile out of Wade before he retreats off camera with Ricardo falling in behind him to cover him. Then he was gone, and the camera gave Wade Barrett a few more seconds focus before Josh Matthews brings the spoiled interview to a close.
Josh Matthews: Well that's all we have time for here, thanks for joining me tonight Wade and good luck in your next match next week.
Then, on cue, the camera fades to black...
Taz: Shut up, Cole. I'm trying to watch Santino take on Randy Orton.
Randy Orton vs. Santino Marella
The bell rings signalling the beginning of the match, and both men slowly circle one another, neither wanting to make the first move and risk the other taking advantage of a mistake. Eventually the ref (as well as the crowd) implore them to hurry up, and the pair lock up in the middle of the ring, with the King of the Ring quickly gaining the upper hand over his third generation opponent. He locks a headlock in on Orton, before pushing him back into the corner and slamming his hand down hard, slapping Orton on the chest which naturally elicits a huge 'WOOO' chant from the audience. Santino continues the offence by landing another slap, before whipping Orton across the ring into the corner opposite, which causes Orton to stumble forwards due to the impact. Santino charges towards his opponent and goes for a clothesline, but Orton has the presence of mind to duck the attempt and as soon as Santino turns around, Randy lifts him up and slams him back down to the mat with a spinebuster! Orton gets back up to his feet and rests on the ropes for a few moments, catching his breath before moving across to Santino and landing a couple of fierce stomps onto his chest and arm, before lifting him up and whipping him across to the ropes, before jumping up and taking him down with a Lou Thesz Press ! He throws several strong right hands at him before getting off, and standing tall, looking around at the audience who seem to be urging him on to complete a fairly considerable upset against King Santino! He drops down to the ground, punching the mat repeatedly as the audience go wild at the thought of Orton vanquishing the monarch, and as Santino gets up from the mat, Orton attempts the RKO but Santino finds the strength to stay on his feet, and throw Orton to the mat! Orton quickly gets back up, but Santino is quick enough to kick Orton in the gut and grab him for a DDT, but keeps going with it and locks in the rolling blackout! Orton taps without hesitation, and the ref calls for the bell! Santino wins it!
Cole: How can you not like him? He is not only dominant but also smart and cunning.
Taz: Bending the rules and taking advantage of your opponent is not being smart and cunning. Shut up, Cole.
Cole: Well I'm sure Booker T agrees...
Booker T: Actually I do not. Hush.
The camera come back from commercial to show that a wonderfully crafted set resembling famous New York City nightclub, CBGB's has been erected in the middle of the ring. The fans cheer at the sight of something new appearing before them, and only cheer moreso when suddenly out of the loudspeaker...
They erupt into a chorus of cheers at the beginning of the music of one of their favourite superstars, and before long they are treated to the sight of the man himself, as the Sultan of Sleaze, Alex Shelley, appears from behind the stage set. He throws his arms out to the side whilst spinning around on the stage amidst as sea of dry ice and purple lighting, his gold and purple trenchcoat causing the dry ice to rise and fall and swirl around him. He stops atop the ramp and looks out at the audience, before slowly making his way down to the ring and sliding in underneath the bottom rope. He smirks as he looks at his stage-set, before ascending the top turnbuckle and raising his arms into the air, eliciting a strong positive reaction from the crowd. He jumps back down as the lighting returns to normal and the dry ice begins to fade away, before walking across to a fake bar that has been set up in the corner of the ring and lifts up a microphone that has been convinientely placed upon it. He lifts the microphone up to his mouth, before letting out a deep exhalation of breath, and finally beginning to speak as the fans begin to quieten down.
Shelley lowers the microphone, before placing his hand on the neck and shoulder region that has caused him so many problems throughout the previous few years of his career. He begins to squint, and runs his hand across his forehead, throwing a few beads of sweat that had formulated underneath the hot stage lighting to the ground. He rolls his shoulders, almost trying to convince himself that he's in good enough shape for his match tonight, before raising the microphone to his mouth once again.
BEST IN THE WOOOORLD
Halfway through Shelley's speech, a familiar voice echoes around the arena auditorium before a well known guitar riff follows, and almost immediately the self proclaimed 'Best in the World', CM Punk, steps out onto the stage. He looks around at the fans in attendance as the boos rain down upon him, before looking down towards the ring and striding down the ring with purpose, microphone already in his hand as he does so. He enters the ring via the steel steps, and walks around Shelley's set, feigning interest in the bar that has been set up. His music begins to die down, and he walks across to Shelley, who looks suitably pissed off at the interruption of his talk-show debut. Punk rolls his tongue around in his mouth, before grinning arrogantly across the ring at his long-time rival, before raising the microphone up to his mouth and speaking.
The audience boo Punk's arrogance, but it phases him not as he completely ignores the reaction and continues to talk over the top of the booing.
Shelley smirks, which causes Punk a little bit of annoyance, clearly thinking Shelley should show a little bit more respect to him. The Straight Edge Superstar takes a couple of steps forwards towards Shelley, but thinks better of trying to pick a fight at this point in time. Shelley raises his eyebrow at Punk, clearly suggesting that a fight wouldn't have been completely unwelcomed, but Punk steps back away from Shelley, a smirk formulating on his face as the Sultan lifts the microphone back up to his mouth.
Suddenly, CM Punk attacks! Clearly the lack of respect from Shelley pushed him over the edge, and he lunges at the Sultan, taking him down to the mat and hitting him with several strong punches! Shelley forces Punk off of him and jumps back up to his feet, before attempting a superkick, which CM Punk ducks, before grabbing ahold of Shelley and lifting him up onto his shoulders... Go To Sleep! Shelley is down! Punk breathes heavily as he looks down at Alex Shelley, who lays in a crumpled heap on the mat, before smirking and looking out at the audience as the camera fades out to a commercial break...
Michael Cole: Did you see that?! CM Punk just assaulted Alex Shelley!
Tazz: He had it coming, Cole, Punk has it right, he shouldn't be ignoring him!
Booker T: That still ain't alright, Tazz! That was a cheap shot, on a guy who has a match with Da Superbeast later on tonight!
Michael Cole: I'm sure that isn't the end of the problem between these two, but right now we have to move on to another Money in the Bank qualifier!
Tag Team Match
Cody Rhodes & HHH vs. William Regal & Drew McIntyre
Cody Rhodes and Drew McIntyre enter the ring to start off the match. They soon lock up, but McIntyre gains an edge after a few shots to Cody's stomach. He delivers a knee to the skull and then tosses Rhodes into his own corner. The man consumed by darkness pushes his forearm into his opponent's throat and only lets go at the ref's count of 4. McIntyre then hits a shoulder block before tagging in William Regal. The Englishman grabs onto Rhodes and hits him with a vertical suplex before bouncing off the ropes and delivering a legdrop. As he takes a few steps back to survey his opponent, Triple H hits him with a chop to the back. Regal turns around to confront his attacker and Rhodes takes the moment to hit him with a backbreaker. The Dashing One brings Regal to his feet by tugging on his arm and tags in his partner. The Game climbs through into the ring and steps onto the middle rope. He jumps down and connects his elbow with Regal's forearm. William Regal stumbles a bit before Triple H throws him into the ropes and, as he rebounds back, hits a flapjack. McIntyre climbs over the top ropes, begging for the tag as Regal inches towards him. Triple H appears to be unaware as he immediately performs a Boston crab on Regal, his back turned to his opponent's corner. Regal crawls a few more centimeters towards his partner and barely touches hands with him, just enough to make the tag. Triple H wrenches the hold more, oblivious to the tag that was just made, and McIntyre hits him with a big kick to the side of the head. The Game releases the hold and slumps to the floor as McIntyre stomps on his head and arms. Bringing him to his feet, Drew puts him into position for Apocalypse Rising. He hits it! But before he can cover Cody Rhodes runs in and takes Drew out. From outside the ring William Regal grabs ahold of Rhodes's foot and pulls him back out of the ring. Drew McIntyre returns to his feet and finds Triple H also standing back up... Triple H kicks his opponent in the gut and places McIntyre's head between his legs. Pedigree! The Game covers. 1...2...3! Triple H and Cody Rhodes pick up the win and become the newest members in the Money In The Bank Match.
Taz: It'll be interesting to see how they do when they are forced to compete against one another.
Booker T: You're right, dawg. I will most definitely be interested to see how that unfolds.
Taz: The match up next will determine who will join those two men and Alex Shelley in that PPV match.
Cole: Right now is Alberto Del Rio and Kyle O'Reilly.
Singles - Money In The Bank Qualifier
Kyle O'Reilly vs. Alberto Del Rio
The match begins with Alberto Del Rio going for a clothesline, which Kyle O'Reilly ducks under. O'Reilly throws punches like a boxer, sending Del Rio into the corner with his fists of fury. The referee pulls him away as Del Rio holds his stomach in pain. O'Reilly takes a few steps out before running in with a dropkick, but Alberto dodges the attack as his opponent bashes his knee on the corner post. He rolls himself off the tope rope and then out of the ring, needing a moment to survey the damage. He takes a few steps on the leg before Del Rio dives through the ropes and sends him to the floor. Both men struggle to get up, but O'Reilly gets in the first shots as the referee begins his count. Del Rio misses a high kick, giving O'Reilly the chance to hit him with a spinebuster. He crawls back to the ring as the referee reaches four. Ricardo Rodriquez runs over to Alberto's side, helping him to his feet. Del Rio manages to return to the ring at the count of seven but Kyle O'Reilly delivers a series of stomps all over his body the moment he gets in. As he stomps with one foot, Del Rio grabs the other and causes his opponent to fall back. Del Rio gets up and hits O'Reilly with a powerslam before climbing the turnbuckle. As his opponent dives towards him, O'Reilly lifts his knees to shield the attack. He goes over to Del Rio, brings him to his feet, and repeatedly throws his elbow into Del Rio's head. Eventually Alberto flops on his back, but before O'Reilly can cover Ricardo pulls his amigo out of the ring. The angered O'Reilly flies out of the ring and grabs ahold of Ricardo. He tosses the manager into the announcers' table multiple times before turning back at his opponent. Del Rio is to his feet and hits the unsuspecting Kyle O'Reilly with a high kick to the face. O'Reilly falls forward as Alberto Del Rio climbs back into the ring. The ref's count is at five and O'Reilly is still down. Six. Del Rio breathes heavily and looks down at his opponent from the safety of the ring. Seven. O'Reilly starts to twitch and get to his knees. Eight. Can Alberto Del Rio win this match via count-out? Nine. O'Reilly gets to his feet but collapses again. He cannot make it into the ring! Ten! Alberto Del Rio gains entry into the Money In The Bank Match!
Taz: Still, I wonder if he can compete with the likes of Alex Shelley. Hell, I wonder if Alex Shelley himself can compete tonight!
Booker T: It looks like it, Taz, because here he comes!
Brock Lesnar vs. Alex Shelley
The bell rings and Shelley looks hesitantly across the ring at the Beast, Brock Lesnar who glares back at him venomously, a slightly sadistic smirk beginning to encroach onto his face. Shelley exhales deeply as he raises a hand to his neck for a couple of seconds, clearly the former injury playing on his mind as he slowly begins to make his way forwards towards Lesnar, who is obviously in no mood at all to hang around, as he lunges towards Shelley and takes him down to the ground immediately with an incredibly violent clothesline that causes Shelley to do a mid-air back flip before slamming onto the mat face first. Lesnar looks down at his opponent, before lifting him up by the neck and grabbing him around the chest, throwing him over his head with a belly to belly suplex that sends Shelley sliding across the mat and eventually falling to the outside of the ring underneath the bottom rope! Lesnar quickly runs across the ring and slides to the outside of the ring, again picking Shelley up off of the ground, giving him no time to rest before slamming his head into the turnbuckle post before rolling him back into the ring and following inside himself via the ring steps. He looks down at Shelley before looking around at the audience who boo him wildly which causes him to smirk once again. He drops down to his knees and covers Shelley, but after a two count the Sultan of Sleaze kicks out which causes Brock to look at the referee in disdain, clearly thinking it was a slow count. He approaches the ref, shouting at him to count faster, and Shelley takes the opportunity to lunge towards Lesnar's leg, taking it out from behind which brings the beast down to the ground in a heap. Lesnar quickly jumps up to his feet and attempts to clothesline Shelley, but it's ducked and the Sultan hits a dropkick on Lesnar which sends him stumbling back towards the ropes, but he bounces off of them and moves back towards Shelley, who has the presence of mind to hit a low dropkick this time and kick Lesnar's leg out from beneath him, again taking the beast down to the ground and this time leaving him on the ground a little bit more. Brock slowly begins to get up to his feet, but Shelley runs the ropes and as Lesnar is on he knees hits a shining wizard, sending Lesnar once again down to the ground, to mass cheers from the audience! Shelley walks around the ring, making the crowd pump up madly, before running to the corner and jumping up onto the top rope... he raises his hands and the crowd erupt, knowing what is next, and he leaps off of the top rope... But Lesnar uses his incredible, catlike speed to jump up to his feet and catch Shelley in mid-air! He throws him up onto his shoulders... F-5! F-5 to the Sultan of Sleaze, and surely it's all over! But lesnar smirks as he looks down at his opponent, and clearly he isn't ready to make a pin just yet. He grabs ahold of Shelley's leg and drags him into the middle of the ring, and kneels onto the back of Shelley... Before locking in the Brock Lock! Shelley wails in agony, and almost immediately taps out, declaring Lesnar the winner of the match!
Michael Cole: Brock Lesnar with a dominant win there!
Booker T: I really thought Shelley may be able to steal it there! He almost had it!
Tazz: Come on, Brock! That's enough now!
As the referee calls for the bell, Brock refuses to let go of the hold, no matter how much agony Shelley is clearly in. The referee calls for some support from the back, and lots of referees charge down to the ring, all begging and imploring Brock to release the hold, but he just screams, desperately wanting to inflict as much pain as he possibly can! Eventually even Paul Heyman, the WarZone General Manager makes his way down to the ring, pleading with Lesnar to stop what he's doing, telling him that enough is enough, but even he is unable to make any kind of leeway with Lesnar, and nobody wants to get inside the ring with the monster for fear of who or what he'll limit his assaults to. Shelley is clearly in incredible agony, screaming in pain, when suddenly the fans begin cheering wildly, but noone has any idea why! The camera cuts to the entrance-way, and nobody is coming down the ring, why are the fans cheering! The camera cuts back to the ring, where Lesnar is pulling even harder on Shelley's leg, before he turns his head and quickly releases the hold and turns but wh-
What the hell? That... That's Edge! Edge is here! And he just speared Brock Lesnar right off of Alex Shelley! He looks down at Brock Lesnar who clutches his ribs as he rolls around on the ground, and Edge nudges Shelley out of the ring to the outside, where he can finally be given medical attention by the referees and medical staff. Edge looks down at Lesnar once again, who, still clutching his ribs, looks up at Edge in shock, unable to believe that he is stood before him. Edge looks around at the audience, before raising both arms and sporting the devil horns on each hand, with the camera facing him as it fades to black, signalling the end of the show...
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Evolution Just Passed You By!
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May 2, 13 at 7:53am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Gimmick: The Super Beast
Recent Events/History: Edge….Edge….Santino…EDGEEEEEE
The previous segment is swiftly interrupted as we are taken backstage to the production room, via the security camera feed. We see various men and women watching monitor screens, operating sound boards, and performing the various tasks that keep War Zone up and running for the viewers at home.
Cole: Looks like we’re being taken back to the production room here and-
Tazz: The hell?
Suddenly we hear a scream from the hall way as everyone’s attention is turned and fixed towards the door. Voices and frantic shuffling is heard, getting closer and closer to the door. It sounds absolutely chaotic.
The impact of a security guard’s head being slammed into the door is enough to slam it wide open. Gasps of shocked horror echo throughout the room as the man is motionless on the floor in a pool of his own blood. And standing above the beaten man is none other than an INCENCED Lesnar, his face beat red. The veins in his neck are pulsing with rage.
Cole: My God…Lesnar…he’s snapped…can we get some help back there-
Lesnar: WHERE….THE…HELL…IS HEEEE?
The enraged mass of a man bellows at the top of his lungs before grabbing a near by folding chair and flinging it against the wall with everything that he has!
Lesnar:EDGE! I WANT EDGE! RIGHT NOW! RIGHT *BEEPING* NOW!
He grabs the chair and smashes it against a wall of monitors, breaking several and causing sparks to fly. Several people scream and run for the door. Lesnar then takes the now dented chair and heavily dents it some more over the skull of an innocent production crew member. Another pleads for him to stop but he meets a similar fate.
The Super Beast lets out a huge growl and then begins ripping away at the soundboards and production equipment with his bare hands. Emts and three more security guards make their way into the room to check on the victims and to try and tame the beast. A viscious right hand to the skull of one security guard knocks him out cold. Lesnar then picks the second one up like a child and spine busters him into the wall before lifting him onto his shoulders and powerbombing him into the soundboard. The third tries to grab his taser but Lesnar is too fast, grabing him by the skull and sending him into the wall, leaving a huge dent in the plaster. He then turns his attention to the EMTS tending to the people on the floor. They’ve seen enough, and one harsh glare from Lesnar is enough to send them running.
Breathing deeply, the Monster then looks up at the security camera, realizing all this was being filmed. He goes and picks up the heavily dented chair and looks up at the camera.
Lesnar: LISTEN UP! EDGE! I DON’T KNOW WHERE YOU ARE, BUT I’M COMING FOR YOU, YOU PIECE OF *BEEP!* YOU THINK YOU CAN GET AWAY WITH WHAT YOU DID TO ME? *BEEPER* I WILL TEAR THIS PLACE APART UNTIL I FIND YOU! You *beeping* COWARD! UGGGGGGH!
He then jumps forward and flings the chair at the camera as everything goes to black.
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May 2, 13 at 11:12am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Unsigned Free Agent
Arena lights are dimmed, excited fans in their seats contemplating what is coming next. The camera shifts towards the top of the stage briefly as commentators set the scene.
Cole: We apologize for the impromptu commercial break, but we needed to stabilize the situation. The Superbeast is obviously furious and wants revenge on a man who... well, isn't even in the company.
Taz: You have to wonder tonight...how much more chaos can this show handle?! We've got free agents running amuck in our matches attacking people who have been in the company a month. What the hell is going on?
Booker: To be honest dawg, it makes the program more exciting. And to be honest, some cat has got to stop Lesnar. If no one in the damn company wants to stand up to him, why not someone on da outside? What happened last week...Brock had it a long time comin'.
Cole: For those of you who may have missed what happened last week, here's a little recap.
quoteCole: Edge shocking not only Brock but...the entire wrestling world with that spear and I have to believe everyone is wondering...where do we go from here? I can confirm to the viewers at home that Adam Copeland is NOT an employee of Total Championship Wrestling, and that he has been banned from the building---
Booker: After seeing what Lesnar just said backstage, he's best staying at home in his jammies dawg. Ain't no man alive who want to deal with---
Taz: GUYS, LOOK AT THE MONITORS!
Suddenly, the cameras flock backstage where there is an enormous cloud of smoke seen, security rushing towards the curtains. In the mass confusion, the camera spots a speck of blonde and a familiar face barging towards the gorilla position, laying down another round object. The crowd pops loudly as the round object spews out even more smoke, plunging the area into a deep fog.
Taz: SECURITY! SECURITY!
Booker: Oh ho. Boys, J.R. would be proud. Business is about to pick up.
Suddenly, Never Gonna Stop Me blares over the speakers, sending the live audience into a frenzy.
Cole: WOW, look at the reception...it's deafening!
Taz: How can you be happy Cole! This man isn't supposed to be anywhere near the ring nor this company...seriously, if there's anyone in the back, DO SOMETHING!
Edge pops out of the curtains straight into the rampway, which is densely covered with fog. He is clothed in his tried and true black t-shirt and designer jeans with Ray-Ban sunglasses. He has also let his hair grow back out. Grinning at the audience, Edge continues his way down to the ring and slides into it rather quickly.
Taz: Not even an employee and has a fancy entrance...
Booker: Man, what's up with you tonight...you been drinkin' the hatorade dawg?
Cole: Chalk it up to jealousy. Some people in that ring were more than hardcore champions.
Taz: HEY! You watch your mouth, I can squeeze your neck like a straw!
As the bickering at the booth dies down, Edge's music does as well. He grabs a microphone and paces the ring, the crowd's pop still going. Edge is not a man to waste time, especially with the looming inevitable forced departure and he gets down to business.
Edge: It doesn't take much of a genius to see that I have no legal right to be in this ring, so I'm going to make this count. However to the boys in the production truck..thank you. It's nice to hear my music again.
The crowd pops as Edge paces wildly, peering over his shoulder at every possible angle.
Edge: The entire world is probably wondering why I attacked Brock Lesnar and what the hell I'm doing in a company I'm not even a part of. To that I answer with a question of my own for all the cowards in the back...why haven't any of you bothered to take care of Lesnar? Why hasn't anyone stood up this maniac?
The crowd cheers Edge, still madly pacing.
Edge: I must be brief...but thank you. If anything, while there were a number of things that brought me here to this moment in Boise, the fact that Brock went out of his way to threaten fans is too disgusting for someone like me who thrived in this very ring. I admit I was never a saint but I'd never stoop so low as to threaten suffering on every fan in existence, nor challenge them to a title match with me!
Taz: In the interest of fairness, I'd like to point out that the fan on Warzone last week signed a 'hold harmless' contract. Nobody forced him to face Ambrose.
Crowd begins to boo as cameras flip on backstage and show security finally getting its bearings.
Booker: Whatever Edge has to say, he gotta make it quick dawg, security's comin fo his ass. But he right. Ain't no man gotta take it out on the fans. I can dig that.
Edge covers his face with his hands, obviously a bit stressed by the time constraint.
Edge: Damn it, not much time. Brock Lesnar and his alliance with the other asylum inmate, also known as the world champion is something no one wants to see.
Crowd pops as Edge continues his verbal diatribe.
Edge: Did anyone honestly expect me to sit at home and yell at my TV as that psycho defends a world championship against a fan? AND aligning himself with a sick freak who enjoys licking blood of other human beings? My injury---
The audience boos loudly as the microphone's audio is cut off. Edge frantically hits the mic with his hand, but it is futile. To compound the situation, some guards pop out from the back on their way to apprehend Edge. Some guards are also making their way towards the ring from the crowd...
Cole: Oh man, we've got a situation now.
Taz: Where have you been Cole?! This HAS BEEN a situation, this man has no business being here! GET HIM OUT. PRONTO.
Edge beckons some of the guards to come into the ring, they begin to and Edge spears the first guard and punches two more to the ground, quickly hopping over the ring ropes and scurrying into the crowd. The audience is quite delighted with this turn of events, and Edge makes a quick stop in front of a camera nearby and mouths "This is not the last you've seen of me, Brock" before hurrying away from view.
Cole: WOW folks, that's some live programming right there.
Taz: On the contrary, I hope that's the last we see of him. Again, he's not an employee. He has no business in TCW. Security needs to beef up. Block all exits and entrance doors so he doesn't come back!
Booker: Man, yous remind me of a alarm clock that just won't shut the hell up.
Cole: Honestly...who knows what else will happen tonight? And with that monster Lesnar on a rampage and security after him...Edge should really leave the arena.
The preceding has been a Bri™ production.
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May 3, 13 at 3:44pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Ken Kennedy - Tweener - 0-1-0
We are backstage somewhere in the Taco Bell Arena in Boise, Idaho. Ken Kennedy is seen in his locker room getting his arms taped by a trainer. The trainer finishes up the taping and puts away the roll of tape in his bag.
"All set, Mr. Kennedy," said the trainer.
Kennedy looks at the trainer and looks upset.
"I'm only gonna say this onnce, so listen carefully, Bill," said Kennedy. "Do - not - call - me - 'Mister'. Understand?"
"Yes,sir," said the trainer.
"I've told this to everyone else here," said Kennedy. "The word 'Mister' refers to old and decrepit people like Mr. McMahon, Mr. Flair, Mr. Helmsley, etc. Just call me 'Ken', ok?"
"I'm sorry, Ken," said the trainer, picking up his bag. "It won't happen again."
"See that it doesn't," said Kennedy, waving his hand as if to shoo the trainer away. "Get outta here."
The trainer leaves the locker room. Ken appears to be looking at someone that is just off camera.
"You know, I got people telling me 'tough loss last week'," said Ken. "The way I look at it, I didn't lose last week."
"Well, you didn't win either," said the off-screen interviewer in a matter-of-fact tone.
"True that. But I wasn't the one that got pinned," said Ken, gesturing to himself. "That bearded moron Daniel Bryan was the one that got his ass pinned. He had Batista down for the count, but instead of covering him, he stands up - and gets wasted by Wade Barrett. Maybe if Bryan can shave off that Grizzly Adams beard of his, he will be able to lose 25 pounds on the spot, then maybe he can actually wrestle better, right?"
"Come on, Ken, Daniel's beard is thick, but not that thick," said the interviewer.
"Well, it is so thick not even Dora can explore it," said Ken with a straight face. "Dude needs to shave - and soon. Otherwise, people are gonna think he is from Duck Dynasty, know what I'm sayin'?"
"Well, let's stop talking about last week and start talking about tonight," said the interviewer. "You have a match with Alberto Del Rio and CM Punk. What are your thoughts on that?"
"Let's start with Del Rio," said Kennedy, gesturing an index finger in the air to make his point. "He won a spot in the MITB match, right? He will be walking into tonight's match all happy and full of himself - where he's gonna run into me and get his ass kicked. He is nothing more than a Mexican JBL."
"What about CM Punk?" said the interviewer in a tone that indicates he's trying to move the interview along.
"Punk is just that - a punk," said Kennedy with disdain in his voice. "His attack on Alex Shelley last week was uncalled for. But scuttlebutt backstage says that Shelley is looking for payback. I hope he does it during my match. Then all I have to is put down Del Dio and make him my bitch. But even if Shelley doesn't have the guts to show his face, I should have no problem putting away both Punk and Del Rio. Now if you don't mind, I got a match to get ready for."
The camera then pans out as Kennedy puts on his earbuds and starts listening to music on his Ipod to psyche himself up.
*fade to black*
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May 4, 13 at 12:44pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Last Chance Battle Royale
Kyle O'Reilly vs. William Regal vs. Antonio Cesaro vs. Christian/Wade Barrett vs. Drew McIntyre
Antonio Cesaro has had one hell of a ride since joining this company. He has tasted success and he has tasted defeat. He has been on long winning streaks and then at the same time he has been on bad losing streaks as well. He has had some golden opportunities handed to him since he started here and he has never reached his full potential, until now. Once again Antonio Cesaro has found himself in a great situation. He has been given one more chance, his last chance to get into the money in the bank ladder match. This is the type of match that only comes around once every year and Antonio Cesaro has already blown one chance in gaining entry into the match, he will not blow another one. The cameras shift backstage as we find Antonio Cesaro standing right in front of a TCW logo. He has his rugby jacket on, zipped right up of course and a microphone firmly grasped in his hand. He merely looked down at the camera and raised his head slightly upwards as he then finally spoke down into the microphone.
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May 5, 13 at 9:46pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Wade Barrett is stretching out backstage reminiscing on his victory from last week's episode of Warzone. Four men opposed him, but at the end of the day the Barrett Barrage toppled them all. Barrett grins at the pleasant memory, but he knows that this is just the beginning. A gigantic opportunity is being dangled in front of his face this week as the management recognizes the potential he has in TCW. As Barrett works through his stretching routine he notices a shadow being cast on the concrete locker room floor from behind him. Aware of an unknown presence Barrett chooses to finish his stretching before acknowledging this person. Barrett eventually rises back to a standing position and exhales loudly as he turns to see a young, pimple faced TCW intern facing him. The intern's eyes are looking straight at Wade's chest rather than up into his face and he seems reticent to revel his business with the TCW superstar. Realizing the kid is probably being sent from someone more important Barrett opens the conversation.
Wade Barrett: What do ya need kid?
TCW Intern: I was..uh..sent by Coach...he...uh..wants..uh
Wade Barrett: So Coach is too much of a lazy ass to speak to me himself he's got to send an unpaid intern in that he knew would piss me off?!?
TCW Intern: No! Uh...yes! Umm...I don't know. I didn't mean to offend your sir, Mr. Umm...Barrett.
Wade Barrett: Relax kid, my problem isn't with you it's with Coach. Where is that waste of space at anyway?
TCW Intern: Over by the...interview area...
Wade Barrett: Alright scram, I'll go talk to Coach so you don't get your ass canned.
Coach, the leech of the wrestling industry. The very definition of a sycophant. He attaches on to any person of authority throwing compliments their way in order to advance himself. He then turns around and abuses any shred of authority he is given to those lower than him in the company. Barrett now over the annoyance of the intern sent by Coach is actually looking forward to putting that piece of trash in his rightful place. Barrett casually strolls on over to the backstage interview set and quietly approaches Jonathan Coachman from behind. Once he is within arm's length Barrett slaps Coach on the back of the shoulder forcing the interviewer to jump in surprise!
Coach: WHO IN THE WORLD WOULD DARE TOUCH ME!?!?! Oh...umm Wade Barrett, what can I do for you?
Wade Barrett: I heard you were looking for me Coach, so now that I'm here what is it? This better not be a waste of my time!
The relief is visible on Coach's face as he realize he is not going to get his face smashed in...well at least for now. As his confidence returns Coach slowly begins to pick up his energy level.
Coach: Well, I was looking for an interview from you for the TCW website. Would you be able to answer a few questions?
Wade Barrett: Yeah, I have a couple of things I would like to get off my chest, so let's get this going.
In a few moments they are both set up on the set with a cameraman in place. On Coach's word the camera begins recording as Barrett stands a few feet to the right of Coach.
Coach: I am the one, the only Coach and I'm here with Wade Barrett! Last week he defeated four other superstars which impressed TCW management enough to give him a chance to earn his way into the Money in the Bank ladder match at next week's pay-per-view! Wade, what are your thoughts on potentially earning a spot in such a prestigious match?
Wade Barrett: I am excited for the opportunity though I don't really like the idea of holding the briefcase. Over the years it has been used as a crutch for weak cowards to sneak their way into winning a World title. I despise that kind of cravenly behavior and would do no such thing if I were to qualify for and win the match. However, I do say I would love the chance to get in the ring with a bunch of the best this company has to offer in a winner takes all, everything goes ladder match. That's a great place to whip some ass!
Coach: Alright, well before we get ahead of ourselves you do have a formidable opponent tonight and he is none other than Christian. Do you think you can overcome such a skilled and experienced competitor?
Wade Barrett: It's true Christian has been floating around the wrestling industry for nearly two decades now. The thing about him is that just like those who abuse the Money in the Bank brief case he is little more than a coward. The man does everything he can to avoid a fair fight. This week on Warzone he will feel the full force of the Barrett Barrage, and I guarantee you he will not be standing at the end of our match!
Coach: Well, I see someone is a bit overconfident. Personally I think Christian is going to beat you and maybe even win the Money in the Bank ladder match.
Wade Barrett: Coach, no one cares what you think. Until you show us you are something other than a worthless leech draining the life out of this company I don't want to hear your mindless opinions. Now do your damned job and ask me a question!
Coach: I see...what are your thoughts on Alberto Del Rio? He saved us from a horrible interview you were having last week by making the segment interesting.
Wade Barrett: Shut your damned mouth Coach! Del Rio is nothing more than a rich snob who thinks he's better than everyone else just because his daddy left him a ton of money in a trust fund. Sooner or later our paths will cross in the ring and he will regret crossing my path in the disrespectful manner that he did. Until then 'Berto you had better watch your back because I'm not scared of your or your money. I am ready for a fight any time, any place and any where we meet. I will find you and when I do it will not be pretty! When I'm done with you all the plastic surgeons in the world wouldn't be able to put your face back together again!
Coach: Yeah right...
Wade Barrett: This interview is over.
Barrett storms off the set and shoulder bumps Coach as he crosses in front of him. In the background Coach is grinning ear to ear knowing he is stirring up more trouble in the TCW locker room...
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May 6, 13 at 7:39am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
TCW returns live back on the air after a message from one of TCW's sponsors, Doritos, and appear out at ringside with, Michael Cole, Taz, and Booker T all in their suits and ties.
Michael Cole: For the past few weeks guys Dolph Ziggler has come out here and has blessed everyone with his great mic skills and says he is going to win. But come match time, he always comes up short. First, lets take a look at Zigglers debut match!
quote TCW 2 Weeks agoTaz: At least the kid is close to winning or getting the three count.
Booker T: Yeah, But Taz, there is no "Close" to winning here in TCW, either you win or you lose. And Ziggler lost. Just like last week.
Michael Cole: Roll the footage from last week please.
quote TCW last weekTaz: Ziggler might be losing though Booker, but he is doing is against former Wold Heavyweight Champions. A young person like Dolph, won't be able to slam or take down some as big as Kane or Undertaker.
Booker T: Yeah, but the kid is good at maneuvering out of a move and he is quick on his feet.
Michael Cole: Ok guys, I just got word that Ziggler is in the back and is on his way out here right now!
I'M HERE TO SHOW THE WORLD! COME ON! COME ON!
Dolph Zigglers theme song starts over the pa system in the arena and the is pumped up and ready for a great show tonight. But as soon as Zigglers theme song starts the live crowd stand to their feet to boo the Show-Off and show him that they hate him. Ziggler comes walking out from the back from behind the curtain with the beautiful Layla following behind him in a very shiny silver dress. Layla comes and goes into Dolph's arms and Dolph kisses her on the lips then they continue their way down to the ring holding hands. Dolph walks Layla up the steel steps then holds the ropes open for her to get in then Ziggler leaps over the top rope and on top of the turnbuckle and faces the crowd wiggling his black studded sleeveless hoodie off and toss it into the crowd. The crowd member that catches it throws it back at him and the crowd around him starts laughing and Ziggler ignores him and grabs a microphone off of Lillian Garcia.
"Tonight. Tonight is my, no our night Morrison! Tonight is when We get our first victory when we defeat the team of Batista and the Viper! Randy Orton! A team that one of them quit the last company they were in and tried going into MMA but failed miserably! And the other is a third generation superstar that has been handed everything in his career. But people like Morrison and myself, aren't handed anything! We have to fight what we want like everyone should have to. Not just the new talent that doesn't have a dad or grandfather that was a professional wrestler."
The crowd starts to chant "You Suck" and Ziggler just ignores them and continues battering Batista and Randy Orton.
"Now, tonight, when Morrison and I take on those two former champions, we are going to show everyone here tonight, and watching at home. We are here to take over the tag team division, and to take over TCW and be the new faces of TCW! But to do that we need to get through Batista and Randy Orton. But that will all come soon, just not soon enough. Batista, Randy, see you guys out here later. Show! Off!"
Ziggler throws the microphone on the canvas and the screen fades to another commercial from our sponsors.
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May 6, 13 at 9:29am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
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The cameras are live at ringside for TCW WarZone, where the entire crowd are on their feet cheering as the show progress’. So far tonight we’ve had an action filled evening, mixed with some unpleasant news. That news of course being that Damien Sandow has suffered an injury, and is now expected to be out for around six weeks. The news was broken via the TCW website and ever since fans, and superstars have sent their well wishes to the former TV champion. It has put the TV championship in a bit of a state though, with JTG as the new champion there is no clear number one contender and with the PPV just around the corner you have to wonder just who will be fighting for the title. One man who may be in contention is the man we’re about to hear from, CM Punk. The familiar guitar rift sounds around the arena signalling his arrival, and almost acting as a cue for the fans to start booing. Punk appears from behind the curtain, with a noticeable spring in his step. He goes through his usual entrance routine before making his way towards the ring, every so often stopping to trade insults with the fans. Punk clambers into the ring, and makes his way across it to fetch a microphone. He then takes up centre stage, ready to address to crowd.
Before Punk can continue the fans swamp him with boos, clearly unhappy with the suggestion that Sandow is faking his injury. Punk doesn’t appear to lose any focus though, as he just calmly waits for the crowd to quiet down so he can continue.
Punk smirks as the abuse towards him from the fans continues. As he’s waiting for the crowd to die down he looks into the camera and sends a sarcastic ‘get well soon’ at Damien Sandow, who is surely seething watching this at home.
Punk smirks at the camera, clearly sending a message to Shelley. The fans use the opportunity to throw out a few ‘Punk sucks’ chants.
Punk drops the mic and rolls out of the ring, all whilst the fans continue to throw insults at him. Punk then makes his way backstage, as the show cuts to a commercial.
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