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May 06, 13 at 12:25pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
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Last Chance Battle Royale
Kyle O'Reilly vs. William Regal vs. Antonio Cesaro vs. Christian/Wade Barrett vs. Drew McIntyre
The cameras cut backstage as we find Todd Grisham standing right in front of the locker room door of none other than Antonio Cesaro. Before Todd Grisham got the chance to knock on the door, it would swing open and Antonio Cesaro would walk out and bump right into Todd Grisham, almost knocking him clean of his feet. Todd Grisham manages to stay on his feet and watches as Antonio Cesaro just walks away from him, not wanting to let him get away from him again he would give chase. Todd Grisham quickly catches up to Antonio Cesaro and moves in front of him and stops his advancement.
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May 06, 13 at 1:30pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
"The Instant Classic" Christian Cage
The following takes place mid-way through last week's TCW Mayhem and is a TCW.com and TCW App Exclusive
Christian was angrily making his way through the backstage area, snapping at any crew member who even came near him. He grabs a water bottle from a table before clearing the rest of it off with his other arm in frustration, sending other bottles and various foods and trays clattering to the ground. Cage is seething in anger(as if it wasn't apparent by now), even growling in frustration as his hasty opening of the bottle causes it to spell on his trunks. Instead of wasting his time with the now half-empty bottle, he merely throws it hard into a nearby garbage can, sending an echo throughout the can and the hallway.
The camera than pans out as Todd Grisham approaches Cage, who is leaning over the table. Grisham is cautious to approach Christian, but Cage hears the footsteps behind him and turns around. Ready to react in utter rage, but hesitating, Christian just takes a deep breath and mutters silently to himself as Todd continues forward.
"Christian, I would like to know if I'd be able to have a word with you after tonight?
Christian places his hands on his forehead, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, trying to contain his anger. He slowly begins nodding his head before muttering a barely recognizable "alright." He sighs as his eyes open and Todd raises the microphone.
"Christian, earlier you had spoke about being the best man for this match tonight. However, you lost to Wade Ba-"
"I. Did. Not. Lose. The Instant Classic did not lose his match tonight. DANIEL BRYAN lost his match tonight. Christian Cage was not pinned by Wade Barrett, Christian Cage was not involved in the finish of that match earlier tonight."
"Yes, but Christian, you've been around long enough to know that in a match like that, you don't need to be involved in the finish to lose the match....
"Didn't you hear me Todd? I DID NOT LOSE! The Instant Classic is still undefeated here in TCW. The Instant Classic is undefeated! DO YOU HEAR ME?! Christian Cage does not lose to people like Wade Barrett. Christian Cage is the best thing to happen to TCW. Christian Cage is the most talented man in TCW. Understand Todd? Understand?!"
Cage begins to storm off, screaming as he walks away. "THE INSTANT CLASSIC DOES NOT LOSE!" echoes throughout the hallway and is picked up by the camera, even as Cage is long out of sight. Todd is left speechless as he remains on camera, microphone loosely gripped in his hand before the screen turns black and the prompt "Video has finished playing" appears in white letters on the screen.
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May 06, 13 at 3:20pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Record - 1/0/1
Finisher's: Ankle Lock, Brainbuster.
The camera's fade into the backstage area, crew members are busy running around trying to get themselves organised, pushing flight cases around and running leads across the floor that snaked around their feet.
In the corner, a hooded figure sat on top of one of the flight cases, as the camera zoomed in, the figure became clear to be that of Kyle O'Reilly, he sat quietly, his eyes not blinking, almost as if he was in a trance, out of the corner of his eye he caught the camera.
Do you guys never get tired of running around following me? He questioned with vocal anger apparent in his tone.
I know why you're here, you're here for answers to the question 'how does it feel to have sustained your first loss in TCW?', it appears no matter how much I try to avoid the public eye, I have been left with no choice, avoiding phone calls, texts, emails, I guess you guys just don't give up until you get what you want, so be it.
Kyle jumps off the flight case and walked up to the camera, shoving the camera man away and holding the camera to his face, he rubbed his eyes as he looked into the camera with a sadistic looking smile on his face.
Fact of the matter is, I may have been defeated by Alberto Del Rio, but he didn't get the job done, I am still standing, he did not pin my shoulders to the mat for a three count, nor did he make me submit or knock me out, he had to settle for a cheap victory, a victory via count out.
I can admit, he caught me with my guard down, and I may have been hurt, but I am still standing, and you know what that means?
Kyle's eyes are wide as he stares into the camera with an even bigger more sadistic grin on his face.
It means he didn't defeat me, and now, I return to that ring, in a match similar to my first, a battle royal, five men, one winner.
Everyone remembers my first match where I knocked out Daniel Bryan and made Dolph Ziggler tap out, but this time it's going to be different, I am going to take out four men, in one evening, one by one they will fall like dominoes, till I am the last man standing on top of their defeated remains.
Kyle's breathing is noticeably heavier as he stares into the camera, sweat beginning to trickle down his face, almost as if he's gone into a psychotic trance.
I'm done playing by the rules of TCW, I don't care for authority, and I sure as hell don't care for anyone's safety, this is the match TCW will regret putting Kyle O'Reilly in, because I am the dragon, and I am ready to set that ring out there ablaze as I destroy my opponents, my focus has indeed changed, because I no longer care for wins or losses, they are irrelevant, nobody will remember my record in the future, but they will remember me for a few things, chaos, destruction, and annihilation.
Make no mistake, the game has changed now, and my focus with it, I am going out to that ring tonight with one thing on my mind, and that is to hurt people.
I hope my opponents all have good health care, because I plan on breaking bones, crushing dreams, and ending careers.
The good thing is, nothing can be done to stop what is going to happen, because now the dragon has awoken, the beast cannot be tamed or controlled, he cannot be bought or reasoned with, the only things certain now are violence and destruction.
I owe Alberto Del Rio a special thank you, as he's awoken the dragon, and now the consequences of the awakening will be realised as a storm rips right through Total Championship Wrestling.
Kyle slowly begins to breath slower as he looks to the floor then looks back at the camera with a smile on his face before dropping the camera and walking off.
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May 06, 13 at 3:22pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Triple H - Evolution
The intense theme music of Triple H plays and the Cerebral Assassin himself appears on the stage with a forceful look in his eyes. He stares at the camera as he takes a few slow steps towards the screen. He stops, standing in the middle of the ramp. This is the first time that Triple H has been seen on Total Championship Wrestling without any members of Evolution by his side. He lifts a microphone to his lips, an intense glare still dominating his face. He speaks slowly, sounding menacing without having to raise his voice. He speaks with purpose, clearly emphasising key words in his speech.
He stops speaking and it suddenly becomes apparent how deathly silent the crowd is. Triple H briefly smirks, satisfied by the results of his speech. Usually, the fans would be booing him loudly by this point. However, this is not the case tonight. The fans still dislike the Game, but right now they are too invested in his words to voice their opinions as boisterously as usual.
Triple H's voice elevates with that last sentence and most of the fans actually begin to cheer. The statement that Triple H's old self is not dead seems to excite them and they are cheering for the man the usually hate. This is partly because of nostalgia and partly because of appreciation.
The fans are now back to booing Triple H. The Game smirks once again. This is probably the response he intended to get with those last words. He believes that Evolution is above the need for fanatics.
With that said, Triple H drops the expensive microphone onto the steel ramp. He turns around and walks away too quickly for the next wave of boos from the fans to even register. His theme music plays once again as the Cerebral Assassin returns backstage to prepare for his match with the Undertaker.
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May 06, 13 at 5:20pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Somewhere backstage, most likely in a dressing room, the camera finds John Morrison wearing sunglasses inside a building and with his hair kept past the length of his shoulders. He smiles as he looks directly into the camera and begins to speak.
"Good evening ladies and gentleman. I'm John Morrison and my guest tonight is a man who needs no introduction, but you incompetents out there who have yet to understand his greatness still require one. He is Dolph Ziggler. Dolph, what are your thoughts on your match tonight?"
"Tonight, I think they team men we are up against are nothing compared to us. Sure they are both former multiple World Champions. But so am I! And together, you and I are going straight to the top here in TCW. We are going to be the faces of this brand, and the tag team division. After we set ourselves straight no team on the roster will be able to beat us!"
"Last week you fought heroically against the Devil's Favorite Demon and The Deadman. How would you describe your experience with these Satanic individuals?"
"Both men are strong, great in the ring. They both have something, not alot of people have in the ring anymore. But they are also, over rated! No matter where Kane or Undertaker go, they have to be at the top they can't let the younger talent be the face of the company. So if they won't let them. We will make them! "
"Lastly, how would you describe your tag team partner, John Morrison?"
"Great athlete! Great in ring ability. With his parkour skills they help a lot when he is in various situations. He is great on the mic. He is loyal to me and won't leave me hanging dry in the ring. With Morrison and Ziggler the new tag team of TCW, no one can stop us!"
"Thank you for your time, Dolph."
"Thanks for having me tonight John, now lets go get ready for our big tag team match tonight and steal the show! SHOW! OFF!"
"Coming up later tonight I, the great John Morrison, will be interviewed by none other than the Show-Off, Dolph Ziggler. Stay tuned."
The screen fades to black.
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May 06, 13 at 5:25pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
"Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, I'm the Show-Off, Dolph Ziggler! And my guest tonight is a man that needs no introduction, no gongs, or fire. The master of parkour! John Morrison! So John, last week we competed against the devils favorite demons. What were your thoughts going into that match?"
"Naturally I doubted no one. Scratch that, I doubted if those two out-of shape buffoons could get their broken-boned bodies from backstage into the ring. You were their, so you know how surprised I was when they actually made it all the way to the ring without having to stop to catch their breath. I give them credit for actually making it out to the ring. However, the events that transpired during the match were anything but honorable. With those illegal moves the Undertaker and Kane performed, I would be surprised if anyone would agree to a tag team match with them. Myself and my partner, however, would gladly battle them again in order to show them what happens to cheaters, for we would never break the rules."
"Now, onto this week. We face two former World Heavyweight Champions, Batista, and Randy Orton! What are your thoughts about this match up?"
"When you say that, I want you to put emphasis on the word former. For both these men their best days are behind them, before people like Dolph Ziggler and John Morrison became the top tag team in the world. No wonder these men joined the new Evolution: they are just trying to relive their glory days and ride off the coattails of new and young superstars. If I asked you who you thought would be the next TCW World Champion, you would never think Batista or Randy Orton. You would think people like Heath Slater would have a better shot. That is why I cannot wait for my match tonight against those two. My partner and I will show them that their whole Evolution squad has no place in TCW, and that two men, Dolph Ziggler and John Morrison, are the new figures in wrestling."
"And finally, how would you describe your new tag team partner, Dolph Ziggler?"
"Dolph Ziggler...is greatness incarnate. His skill in the ring is matched by only one man, myself. Combined, we are undeniably the best team in wrestling. We have the wrestling expertise, the personality, the looks, and the willingness to go farther than anyone else. You ask us to jump off a bridge, we push you off it. Those are the kind of guys we are. We are the two men in this building who will put their opponents through Hell, and we call it a Tuesday. These other guys show mercy; we do not. These other guys feel bad for their opponents after a beating; we do not. That is why my partner, Dolph Ziggler, is such a good wrestler. He will never let anyone get the best of him. He and I share that same demeanor, which makes the tag team of Dolph Ziggler and John Morrison unstoppable."
"Thank you for joining me tonight John. See you later in our match up later tonight!"
"For everybody watching at home, listen to me. Throw out your Alex Shelley shirts, your Jayson Anthony Paul caps, and anything you own that says 'The Undertaker' or 'Kane' or some has-been like that, because there are only two names you need to remember. Ziggler and Morrison."
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May 06, 13 at 5:34pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
"The Instant Classic" Christian Cage
He sat there alone in the room, the monitor playing noise he just ignored. Instead, he sat there in his anger. Angry at himself. Angry at Todd Grisham. Angry at Daniel Bryan. At Wade Barrett. The world. The sheep were at it again. And now, Wade Barrett was their Shepard, leading them on his path. His "Barrett Barrage." What a load of garbage.
"A LOAD OF BULLSHIT GARBAGE!"
Cage's words echoed throughout the empty room, overtaking the sound of the television monitor. The stupid morons. Blindly stepping, one after the other, along that path. Whatever path they're told to follow. Morons. Each and every one of them. It was making him sick to his stomach. That or it was that burrito he had this morning. Probably the burrito.
Christian was sent into the corner of the room, retching into the garbage can. Oh, what the hell was in that thing?! Hell, it might have tasted better going up than it did going down! Oh god, the smell burned his nostrils. Why the hell did he buy that thing? He was in a rush, he was hungry, but why the hell did he think buying a burrito for a buck fifty was smart? Cage finally finished, wiping away the remains of the puke from his lips. At least that brief experience rid him of most of his anger. For a time.
His ears perked up as the monitor went back to being the only sound playing in the room. He recognized the voice as Wade Barrett's. And then he heard Coach's voice. Just wonderful, two people he utterly despised. Cage quickly grabbed the remote to turn and shut off the video, or at least mute it, but he heard his name. It's never a good thing when Coach mentions your name.
quote"A coward....he just called me a coward? Wade Barrett....just.....WADE BARRETT JUST CALLED ME A COWARD?!"
Christian was on his feet quickly, the steel chair thrown to the side, colliding with some lockers. The sound of the collision and yelling was sure to gain the attention of anyone outside the room at the moment, but no one cared. As far as they considered, Cage was insane and not worth it to go out of the way for. But Cage didn't care what any of the other bastards in the company heard. He was better than all of them. Each of them were mindless sheep or a bullshit Shepard. He was the Instant Classic.
"Wade Barrett....you do not call The Instant Classic a coward. Not you, who for the first length of your career, had to carry around a pack of wolves to help him! Whether it be The Nexus or The Corre.....just carried around pack of wolves with you because YOU didn't want a fair fight! Hypocritical bastard!"
Christian pounds the television monitor with his fist repeatedly. He hated this. Hated every bit of it. The one who led wolves now led the sheep and had the audacity to call others cowards. Bullshit. Utter bullshit. All of it.
"The Instant Classic is not a coward. Do you hear me Wade? Do you?! Christian Cage is not a coward, he does not avoid fights. Christian Cage wins. He fulfills his dream again. Understand Wade?! Do you?! Christian Cage tonight will not be lying in a heap on the ground. The Instant Classic will not be beaten tonight. Tonight, I remain undefeated in TCW! YOU will not be standing tonight! I will be standing tall tonight as you have to hope your hypocritical English bastard ass manages to win a Last Chance Battle royal! Because I. Am. The. Instant. Classic!"
Christian screams his final words, letting them echo throughout the room as crew members outside wonder what is going on inside the room. Cage continues screaming at the television, despite Wade obviously not being able to hear him. He screams once more, this time no words, just a scream as he walks away from the TV before hastily turning around, hurling the remote at the television screen, hoping to shatter the screen. He fails as the remote merely bounces off the monitor with a plunk before clattering to the floor. Oh Christian......
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May 07, 13 at 12:29am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Cody Rhodes - Evolution
The limousine pulls up at a quarter past seven, just as the crowd gathers along the entrance of the arena. Some members of the crowd had forfeited their spots in line to merely catch a glimpse of their favorite superstars… “Favorite” must have been a joke though. There were nothing but hated wrestlers in TCW. The only ones they had to cheer on were the suave misogynists like Alex Shelley and the incompetent Yes men like Daniel Bryan. There were few things in TCW these days. Hate. Chaos. And Evolution. Heroes were no more.
The throng of people gathered let out a collective jeer as the limousine door is opened by the chauffer and out steps the boot of Triple H, the esteemed veteran of Evolution, dressed in his finest suit. There are boos, but they are rivaled with true fans of the sport who are able to look past that heroism isn’t the only way to win favors around here. Randy Orton and Batista step out of the limousine one after the other, each also dressed in suits that are perfectly tailored to their bodies. Batista pulls his glasses off his face as he stares into the heart and soul of each member of the gang of fans. He and Orton stalk towards the door. Finally, the last man steps out of the limousine, and he’s nearly pelted by a large soda that whizzes by his Dashing figure. He casts his gaze into the crowd, looking for the bastard who threw the soda, but to no avail. He then straightens the collar on his fine black Armani suit jacket, before heading towards the arena doors.
“You little shit! How dare you attack the Four Horsemen!
“Ric Flair should’ve whooped your ass!”
These were casual remarks that Rhodes had gotten used to hearing. He continued walking towards the arena door, simply turning his cheek to the comments, when…
Rhodes stopped dead in his tracks. This repugnant worm! How dare he? Cody Rhodes didn’t join Evolution to gain an unfair advantage! He joined them to show the world what Evolution stood for! Triple H had described it perfectly to him earlier (He would use the same explanation later in the night.) Evolution was a process, and their presence was PROOF! He spins hard on his heel, looking in the direction of the voice. He saw a man cower and drop a step backwards, and he knew who had said it. In three massive strides, Rhodes had the man by the collar of his shirt!
The man, not very wisely, interrupted.
The fan’s words were cut off by a quick jolt from Rhodes as his fist flew towards the fan’s face! The crowd let out a collective gasp… Triple H was there! He had caught Rhodes’ fist, and tells him to relax. Rhodes lets the fan go… And HHH shoves the fan backwards onto his ass, before putting his arm around Rhodes and guiding him to the back...
Cody Rhodes was pacing now. He is no longer in the presence of Evolution, but we can tell it is just after the earlier events. Or, perhaps, it’s later and Rhodes is simply STILL riled up about what the fan said. That damn fool! He thinks he can berate me? Do any of these ugly faces even remember the power I hold over them? Do they not remember the destruction I caused? Do they not remember the day, mere weeks ago, when I was second to only Dean Ambrose in being the most dangerous man in Total Championship Wrestling?! Rhodes drives his fist into the wall! He needs to hurt someone. He needs to let this aggression out! When Matt Striker walks around the corner, Rhodes is in his face in a matter of seconds.
Striker’s eyes widen as he stares at Rhodes. He remembers what I can do. Rhodes gives off a Dashing Smile – Simply a flash of what seems to be his second, and totally false, personality. Striker fumbles around for his microphone, and finally brings it to his mouth.
Rhodes: “Striker, don’t you remember a damn thing? My name is Dashing Cody Rhodes! And you will refer to me as such! Try again, you plain-looking nobody. You're a hideous stain on the face of Professional Wrestling, Striker. It's time you either hang up the mic, or say my name correctly!”
Striker: “Dashing Cody Rhodes, sorry... [Striker's face is riddled with grief. Rhodes' words seem to have hit pretty hard.] Tonight, you go up against the World Heavyweight Champion, Dean Ambrose. Would you say that Evolution at ringside will be a deciding factor?”
Rhodes lets out a laugh. How could he have missed that? That that would be Striker’s damn question? Did these fools not understand?
With that, Rhodes slammed Striker’s microphone hard into his chest and stormed off. He had laid down the gameplan, and now he looked to follow it up! Although, might that be quite a bold claim? He would defeat the undefeated champion of TCW?
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May 07, 13 at 1:17am ^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
The TCW cameras come back from commercial break as they cut to the main stage, after several seconds of waiting the theme music of none other than Antonio Cesaro would blast out of the sound system. All of the fans in the arena would get up on their feet and boo Antonio Cesaro as he walks out from the back onto the main stage. He holds his hands behind his back and just smirks as he allows the fans to express themselves. Antonio Cesaro merely looks around him as he then removes his hands from behind him, revealing a microphone in his hand. He moves it up to his face and then hushes the crowd as he starts to speak down into it.
quote WarzoneThe match ends and so does the video, but imminently after it the next ideo plays of his last match he had two weeks ago that ended in disaster for him.
quote WarzoneThe video then ends and boos could be heard as Antonio Cesaro claps his hands. He was beaten in both of those matches, but now that is behind him, now he has learnt from those matches and he has gotten better because of them. Antonio Cesaro then moves the microphone back up to his mouth and then begins to speak back down into it.
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May 07, 13 at 7:23am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Jayson Anthony Paul
Current TCW Television Champion
Finshers: Black Panther (fall forward diving facebuster) | Renegade Neckbreak (spinning sitout sleeper slam)
From the Diary of Jayson Anthony Paul
I said I'd be back. A lot has come up in my schedule, but I am back writing in my diary. And I mean a lot has passed. First of all, I have in my possession the Television Championship. I've gone on a few times about my theory, about how they only gave me the opportunity to win this belt to shut me up about their injustices. Pretty sure everyone's tired of hearing about that, including you. Looking back, I did defeat the past TV Champ twice, so if anything my skills are adequate. One thing I noticed, however, is that every Money In The Bank qualifying match did not list me as an entrant. This, I feel, proves my theory; those suits in the back are fine with giving me some midcard gold, yet they refuse to even allow me the chance to partake in a World Championship match. Typical. I have come to expect this sort of treatment, but I won't stand for it. Yet, I must. I've gone to talk to Paul Heyman about it, and he literally said, "Be happy you are the Television Championship, and don't come back to me with your silly demands." All I did was ask him why I was not in any Money In The Bank qualifier, and that is the response I got. Somethings have not changed. Guess I am going to have to do it.
My opponent tonight is Daniel Bryan, which I am not too worried about. I've seen the man fight before for the TV Champ, and he doesn't scare me. Too bad, because Bryan is a guy who has been through a lot. He's gone from grade school gymnasiums to CZW (Bladeville, U.S.A.) to finally a reputable company like TCW. And he just can't catch a break here. Again, too bad. Looking ahead, I have heard rumors about my PPV opponent. The dirt sheets say CM Punk or Drew McIntyre, but I'd put my money on CM Punk. McIntyre has already had the title for a while, and if one thing happened differently Punk could quite possibly be the reigning TV Champ. I'm perfectly okay with that, because Punk used to be a guy deserving of the title. You know, back before he fell in love with the sound of his own voice. If I wrestle him next Sunday, then I'll imagine I'm wrestling the old Punk, the one who had epic matches with Colt Cabana and Chris Hero. But, who knows? John Cena could come out from behind that curtain Sunday.
That's about it. I really don't have anything else to say. Nothing is going on, really. I'm looking to shake things up a bit, though. The first Warzone after the PPV, I'll think of something good. Something that could change TCW as a whole. Until then, I am Jayson Anthony Paul.
P.S. Don't worry, I plan on writing more in here.
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May 07, 13 at 8:25am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
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Once more the scene opens inside of an old run down saloon, again the few patrons are spread out around the room. Since their run in with the last outlaw the buzz around the bar has been whether they’ll see him again, or not. The whole ordeal has brought a little life to the place, no longer are they sat around sharing hushed whispers of past events. Now the talk is very open, and all about one man. The Undertaker. It seems as though since his brief visit, the locals have taken him to be somewhat of a famous son. Following his career in TCW and doing the research on his opponents, to discuss his chances in upcoming matches. Still, uncertainty hung in the air though. Nobody was actually sure if they’d ever see him again, of course rumours of him being scene around town quickly spread like wild fire. However that’s all they were, rumours. It’d gotten to a point where some of the patrons had lost all hope of him walking into their bar again, so you can imagine their surprise as those Harley engines echoed around the town once more. All eyes shot to the saloon door, however this time it wasn’t fear that filled the room, it was hope. Hope that they were once more about to clamp eyes on the last outlaw, if only to have a chance to say their farewells. The light of the sun once again filled the room, almost blinding everybody inside as the familiar figure of The Undertaker made his way inside. Again without saying a word he made his way over to the bar, took up a stall and began to pour himself a drink from the bottle of whisky that’d been untouched since his last visit. As Taker tended to his drink, the talk in the room quickly shifted towards his opponent tonight, Triple H.
It may’ve been the unpopular opinion, but it was definitely a realistic one. Evolution are the ideal group of athletes, the experience and ruthlessness of Triple H, the sheer power and dominance of the Animal, the sadistic twisted mind of Randy Orton, and of course the future of the business Cody Rhodes. A tough task for the most hardened of veterans.
As the discussion continued a quiet laugh was heard from the corner of the room, one which got progressively louder. Eventually the room fell silent, and everybody look toward the old man who it was coming from. He took a few puffs from his pipe, before setting it down and giving his thought on the topic at hand.
A lot of people in the room seemed to take on board what the old man had said, except for one man who didn’t seem to be remotely convinced by any of it.
Again the old man laughed upon hearing the small rant, which only drew some angered looks from the man who was disagreeing with him.
The old man was about to fill us in on what exactly people had failed to get, but he only found himself being cut off by the now rather angry disbeliever.
The sound of a glass being slammed down on the bar then brought the room to a stunned silence. Everybody’s attention turn towards the bar, where The Undertaker had risen from his seat. He turned to face the arguing patrons, and slowly made his way towards them. He placed himself mere inches from the man who doubted his abilities, and with a chilling stare he decided to finally break his silence.
With that said The Deadman turned his back on everyone, and made his way towards the exit. The sunlight filled the room once more as he swung the door open, then a few moments later that Harley engine was fired up again. Everybody in the room remained silent as they listened to it roaring off into the distance, before returning to their drinks.
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May 07, 13 at 1:59pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
- PARENTAL DISCRECTION IS ADVISED -
Recent Events: Last time he spoke to his personally assigned interviewer, AJ, Ambrose told everyone that he was going to burn the wrestling industry to the ground. Last week on Warzone he offer to a fight a fan, blindfolded. During the match, Ambrose tore off his blindfold and began a vicious assault, interrupted by number one contender Santino Marella, causing Ambrose to flee. Meanwhile, Ambrose's associate Brock Lesnar was beating down Alex Shelley when out of nowhere Edge returned, laying out the Superbeast with a spear.
Chapter 13 - You Call It Madness...
Chapter 14 - ... But I Call It Love
As the hours tick down to one of the most action packed Warzone's in recent memory, the TCW Universe are facing some conflict. The adored Christian Cage made a return last week, but has turned his back on the fans, labelling them filthy and uneducated, and now they find themselves booing a man they grew to love. On the other hand, Wade Barrett returned last week and seems to have ditched his arrogance, and infact the fans find themselves cheering him on for once, as he tries to defeat Christian this week.
It is the man who has caused the most internal conflict amongst the fans that the cameras open up on. For months now Santino Marella has been a prolific wrestling machine, cutting his ties with the fans who once thought of him as their beloved Milan Miracle. Even his coronation just three weeks ago was met with a reception of boos. But now he is pitted against Dean Ambrose, and he has found himself with the backing of the fans as he tries to take the World Title off of a man who is not just a bad guy, but down right evil. Santino Marella is the beacon of hope for the TCW Universe.
He is stood in a huddled group with fellow superstars and road agents, all slacking off whatever responsibilities they have in favour of having a laugh together as the cameras return from back. The group, consisting of about half a dozen people, all stop laughing as AJ Lee arrives. They all turn to their attention to her, a few with raised eyebrows, her behaviour clearly makes everyone a little uncomfortable around her. AJ stands with her hands behind her back, smiling widely, and does not make any effort to break the silence. It is eventually the Number One Contender himself who speaks up.
The diva, standing over a foot smaller than Santino, simply stares at him with her widened grin for a few moments. A few in the group shoot each other a glance, trying to gauge what they should do, but suddenly speaks up.
The un-naturally wide grin does not leave AJ's face as she speaks. Santino momentarily raises an eyebrow, but shrugs it off.
AJ shakes her head quickly, the grin disappearing.
As she finishes speaking, the plastic smile reappears on AJ's face. Again, Santino shrugs his shoulders.
The group give a unanimous 'okay' and reform their huddle as AJ and Santino leave together. The camera stays on the group, with Zack Ryder taking centre stage, sharing a story of some sor-- SLAM! CRASH! What in the world? The sound of a slamming door and some sort of crashing metal piques the interest of those backstage, and they all head off in the sound of the direction - and there is yet another crash of metal! They realise the sound is coming from the lockeroom marked 'AJ Lee'! The superstars and road agents frantically try to get inside to see what on earth is going in, but the door is bolted shut! They bang on it a few more times, shouting questions, but there are no answers.
Suddenly, the camera feed switches from the superstars in the corridor to white noise, and then to a handheld camera bearing Dean Ambrose's face! The World Heavyweight Champion spins the camera around and zooms in and out, trying to adjust it, and there is a brief glimpse of Santino laying on the floor - Ambrose is inside the lockeroom!
There is a wide grin on the face of the World Champion, who holds the camera too close to his face with one hand, and looks in to the lense.
Ambrose's grin immediately disappears and anger flashes across his face, the camera becoming shakier and he presumably hits the downed Santino just out of camera shot. Ambrose's breathing is heavy. The World Champion drops on to his honkers beside the fallen King, who seems to have absolutely no idea where he is. There is a steel chair seated against the door knob, preventing the superstars on the outside getting in. Their bangs and shouts are still slightly audible, and Ambrose rolls his eyes as someone calls out 'We'll get you out of there, Santino!'. Ambrose is dressed in his usual attire of a grungy dark jacket, with no shirt. He pushes his hair out of his face and grabs the fallen Santino by the face, and glares at him.
Ambrose redirects his glare into the lens.
Ambrose looks back at Santino, squeezing his face tighter.
Ambrose looks at the floor and laughs slightly, avoiding all contact with the lens.
Ambrose looks back into the camera, and his eyes have lit up, as if his thoughts have given him a glow inside, a rush of of utter delight and satisfaction.
Ambrose turns his attention to the bloodied Santino, and grabs his face again. Unable to stir any ounce of fight, Santino's head has to be held up Ambrose. The World Champion leans in closer and stares right into Santino's face, and whispers.
Ambrose very suddenly hops to his feet, causing the camera to shake and go out of focus, but he quickly fixes it again.
Ambrose shrugs his shoulders, and stands against the door with the chair. There is the occasional thump of kicking at the door as those outside try to get in, but Ambrose ignores it and continues.
Once more, Ambrose returns to Santino, and he hands the camera over to someone else so he can lift Santino his feet. With blood trickling down his face, Santino is seemingly out on his feet, with Ambrose placing him upright against the lockeroom door. He takes the camera back and stands opposite Santino, then looks in to the the lens.
Ambrose flicks the camera to show that standing beside him is AJ! With a sadistic grin, she shows her 'Explicit Ambrose Violence' t-shirt! She was in on this! Ambrose turns the camera back to himself, and he takes a step towards Santino.
CRASH! Ambrose rattles at the chair right off Santino's skull! As the chair connects, King Santino falls to the floor and superstars and road agents bombard the lockeroom! The camera drops onto the ground, and the footage switches to a regular broadcast camera that follows the superstars and road agents into the lockeroom. Half rush to Santino's in, while others turn to Ambrose and AJ, who with grins on their faces, stand with their hands in the air like they've just been arrested. Slowly and with maniacal laughs, they back out of the lockeroom together, hands in the air, as medics begin to check on Santino's wellbeing.
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May 07, 13 at 2:16pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
’King’ Santino Marella
Rolling Black Out (Rolling DDT Guillotine) | Death by Judo (Tazplex)
*The Following Happens Earlier In The Night.*
Santino is in his locker room lacing up his boots when a knock comes to the door. ”Come in.” Santino is very focused and doesn’t even notice that Josh Mathews has walked in with a camera man. The camera is positioned on a lower level and facing directly at Santino’s face. Still none the wiser to the presence of company Josh Mathews clears his throat.
”Uh-hem” Santino is slightly startled out of his trance like state and looks up to see Josh Mathews staring at him and a camera man who doesn’t understand boundaries. ”I was wondering if I may get a word with you about your match tonight.” Santino pulls the last lace through the last hole in his boot, pulling it tightly with the other lace. He looks up at Josh and then glares at the camera man once more before responding.
”Sure, go ahead.” Santino ties his laces together tightly and stomps his foot on the ground to make sure the boot is on fully and comfortable and then turns his attention back to Josh, who has moved closer to Santino at this point.
”Santino many people are wondering what you are going to do once you get into the ring tonight with Brock Lesnar. Some say you are afraid, and some say you won’t even show up at all. Is there any truth to these claims?” Santino looks perturbed by these accusations, but he can’t really blame them because his recent actions haven’t really shown that he would do anything different. Santino stands to his feet and stares at Josh for a few moments, reaching his right hand up to rub his chin and mouth before answering.
”I’ve got nowhere to run Josh. Brock Lesnar is a psychotic animal that will stop at nothing. You saw what he did just a couple weeks ago right? I hit him with steel crutches and that barely hurt him. I hit him with a fire extinguisher that only slowed him down for a couple seconds at best. I then got in my car to get the hell out of dodge and this guy just grabs the door to my car and rips it off like it was the easiest thing he’s ever done.” Santino lets out a nervous laugh just thinking about the situation. He pulls his right hand back up to his face and wipes his mouth again. ”But Josh he’s not going to stop. He’s going to keep on coming until someone puts an end to him.”
Josh pulls the microphone back to his lips to ask the question everyone is thinking at that point. ”Are you going to be the one to put a stop to him?” Josh slowly brings the microphone back to Santino who is just standing there thinking about the situation when a big smile comes across his face.
”I could be. I’m done running Josh. I won the King of the Ring tournament and by all rights I am a king, but I’m not acting very kingly. A king doesn’t run away from battles, but puts his best foot forward and takes the threat head on.” Santino’s smile gets a bit bigger and Josh is staring at him with a queer look wondering if Santino has finally snapped. ”Brock has something to be worried about now though. He’s not just got to worry about me tonight. He’s developed a kind of shadow, the kind of shadow that has you looking over your shoulder. I didn’t think it was possible, but I found the chip in his armor and tonight I’m going to exploit it and show everyone why Brock didn’t last long in the UFC.” Santino folds his arms in front of himself to seem tough, but Josh just keeps looking at him queerly. Josh slowly pulls the microphone back and hesitates at first, but asks the question anyway.
”Do you really think it’s wise to poke fun at Brock’s UFC career?” Santino chuckles lightly before unfolding his arms and responding.
”Josh I’m a black belt in Judo and have a lot of experience in mixed martial arts. Brock is a former Heavyweight Champion of the UFC, but that doesn’t mean he can beat me. He’s a wrestler and a brawler, he takes me to the ground and I’m going to choke his big dumbass out.” Santino has transformed from a scared man about to enter a match that will lead to his death to a man who fears nothing. ”Everyone saw what I did to the caliber of wrestler in Kurt Angle and the pure athleticism of Cesaro. No one is a match for me inside that ring when I am healthy. Not even you Dean Ambrose. I haven’t forgotten about you. You may have put your dog on me, but Sunday you have nowhere to run and have no one to protect you. Remember that boy.”
Santino seems to be done with this interview and brushes past Josh to get to the door. Josh seems a bit displeased with the way the interview ended, but the camera fades to black regardless.
Edit: May 08, 13 10:01am
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May 07, 13 at 2:21pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
2 - 2 - 0
Another night and another sold out show. Total Championship Wrestling was the premier of American sports entertainment and it's only normal that when the cameras return that their immediate focus points to a proud and waving national flag … of Mexico?
'Bienvenido,' we hear off camera, 'and happy Cinco de Mayo my American friends!'
The camera veered off the national Flag of Mexico to reveal the rest of the room. Alberto Del Rio was less by his national colours wearing the usual attire but for two very noticeable differences; the blazer had been omitted in favour of a tired and worn poncho and Alberto's ever smug little grin was now framed by the rotund structures of a sombrero. The scene was begging for an explanation, and of course the Pride of Mexico was on hand to deliver. Strafing the room, with his hands clasped in front of him, he spoke as if he were addressing a school classroom.
'Now I understand that many of our viewers, and foreign compatriots, will be ignorant to the glory of Cinco de Mayo. Allow me, Alberto Del Rio, to be your teacher.'
Alberto came to a stop and the camera, which had been following him, stopped with him to reveal the broader side of the room. The walls were draped in banners, the tables were decorated and Melina was sitting on a white, green and red sofa with her legs crossed watching Alberto. Ricardo was tucked into the very back of the room, dressed even more in character than his boss, and strumming an acoustic guitar. There was a beautiful cake on the table that just begged to be spoiled.
'Over one hundred and fifty years ago, the French invaded Mexico.' Alberto started again, 'At the time, under the leadership of Napoleon, the French were regarded as the premier army of the world. Well trained, well fed, well armed and there was always more where they came from.'
Ricardo knocked out a slow, almost humble, strum of chords that lulled the imagination. These were hard times Alberto was talking about, after all.
'They marched across Puebla to Fort Loreto and Guadalupe hoping to finish the job. But some four thousand Mexican peasants, armed with pitchforks and rocks, stood their ground and brought the French invasion to a halt right then and there!'
Alberto raised his fist in triumph, signalling a more upbeat riff from Ricardo and raise of Melina's glass. Del Rio's eyes, proud and profound, almost watered in the memory of his ancestors as he pulled the sombrero from his head and held it dearly against his chest.
'And so, for every Fifth of May since – or as we in Mexico say; Cinco de Mayo – we honour the brave and glorious triumph of Puebla! Where the spirit of Mexico, against all odds, stood it's ground and emerged victorious!'
Alberto tossed his sombrero aside, so much for Mexican pride, and ditched the poncho just as Ricardo had appeared at his side to take it. The Excellence of Excellence turned on his guest, Melina, but his eyes watered at the delicious cake that had been prepared for him. Seriously, it was a really good looking cake. I bet it had chocolate in it, a lot of chocolate!
'But tonight we have something else to celebrate. Tonight, Mexico has a new hero; Alberto Del Rio! But, of course, you already knew that!'
Somewhere in the arena that had bound to have upset more than a few spectators.
'Last week on Warzone, I taught that little American gringo, Kyle O'Reilly, what happens when you test the skill of Mexico's best. He came up short, way short in fact, and now Alberto Del Rio marches on Money in the Bank as the clear favourite to win.'
Melina, in the background, rose from her seat and precariously collected the cake from the table and carried it to Del Rio as he spoke. It wasn't of Mexico, in fact it wasn't even of Mexican colours. It was white with big golden embroidered letters that read 'CONGRATULATIONS ALBERTO'. Alberto took a moment to adore it while Ricardo took his time sauntering back to the foreground with a knife.
'Tonight we honour a far greater achievement, the arrival of my destiny! Tonight I face CM Punk, and some other nobody. Tonight I demonstrate to you, the people, just how great I am. Men like me are born apart from peasants like all of you. Men like me arrive in limousines, are escorted by beautiful women,' he gestures to Melina, 'and do whatever they want so long as they have the greatness to take it! Nobody can stop me! Not not Punk, not Shelley, not Ambrose, not Lesnar and not – '
The door opened and Alberto froze, mid sentence, and looked off camera. From the animosity that twitched through Alberto's face the intruder, whoever they were, was certainly not on the guest list.
'How the hell did you get in here? Get out, this is a private party! Where the hell is my security, Ricardo!?!'
Alberto looked around to the smaller man, who quickly shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. Melina turned, stilled holding the cake, and let out a small yelp. That was when Wade Barrett stepped onto the scene, much to the joy of every watching fan.
'Who the hell do you think you are?' Alberto roared.
'I heard there was going to be cake, so I decided to drop by for the party. You know I'm just so famished and this cake looks absolutely delicious.'
Barrett strolled over to where Ricardo was standing and snatched the knife from his hand causing Rodriguez to stumble back away from Barrett. Wade ignored Ricardo and made his way back in between Alberto and Melina, still with the cake in her hands. Barrett flipped the knife around dexterously in his hands as he continued on.
'Since we are such good buddies I figured you wouldn't have a problem sharing some of your cake with me.'
'Step away from my beautiful cake! I do not share with low class peasants such as yourself. You are beneath me!'
'Come on 'Berty, I guess since you don't want to share with me I will just have to cut my own slice of cake. '
Barrett grabbed the cake out of Melina's hands causing her to gasp. Del Rio stepped forward to try and stop Barrett from cutting the cake. Just as Alberto is face to face Barrett flipped the cake on to Del Rio's brand new custom-made Armani suit! Melina screeched at the top of her lungs and Ricardo immediately ran over to his boss with napkins in a futile attempt to clean the now ruined suit. Alberto's face was dark red and fuming at the man in front of him!
'What were you thinking! You...you idiota! Don't you know who I am? This suit was worth more than your annual salary!'
'I'm sorry 'Berty, I just tripped. It was an accident. Here let me clean that up for you...'
Wade leaned forward and picked the largest piece of cake off of Alberto's suit and held in his hand. After a slight pause he let out a cackle and shoved the cake right into Del Rio's face! Barrett howled in celebration as Del Rio wiped the cake from his face. That gave Alberto the chance he needed for a cheap shot! Del Rio sucker punched Barrett right in the jaw when he wasn't paying attention which sent him reeling back. As soon as the strike hit Alberto and Melina were sprinting away!
Perhaps, Wade had it coming. Perhaps, he should have even seen it coming. Nonetheless Barrett, face swollen with rage, went to pursue - only to have Ricardo Rodriguez jump on to his back! Barrett threw him off to the floor with tremendous force, but by the time Wade looked up the door had already slammed shut. Barrett rushed after Del Rio and Melina in to the hall way, but they were already at least a hundred feet in front of him and moving quickly. Barrett kept up his pursuit through several twists and turns as he dodged the foot traffic in the stadium's many halls. After a final turn the hall suddenly opened up into the parking garage and Barrett arrived just in time to see Del Rio and Melina hopping in to a bright red Ferrari convertible. Before Barrett can even get close the sports car sped away into the night!
'Son of a bitch!'
Barrett continued to shout obscenities and toppled over a trash can before the camera faded away...
This has been a joint RP effort between M_N_M48060 & Province.
Start to "'Who the hell do you think you are?' Alberto roared" - Proince
Following that point to end - M_N_M48060.
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May 07, 13 at 2:48pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
’King’ Santino Marella
Rolling Black Out (Rolling DDT Guillotine) | Death by Judo (Tazplex)
The cameras come to the back where we see Santino Marella lying down on the trainer’s table with an ice pack on his head. When Santino removes the ice pack from his head there is a large lump and a small cut in the center that’s letting a small amount of blood trickle down his head. Santino tries to get up, but is quickly stopped and forced back into a laying position by the trainer. ”Whoa easy there pal. You might have a concussion so I need you to just sit there for a little bit so I can check you out.” The trainer is about six foot, bald, with a medium gut most likely from a heavy diet of drive through burgers and some beer. He’s plain faced though; nothing really sticks out about him. No facial hair, scars, or freckles. He pats Santino on the chest and turns back around and begins to wash his hands.
”Will I be able to compete tonight?” Santino sounded defeated and dizzy, as much as a voice can sound dizzy anyway. Santino placed the ice pack back over the huge lump that is on his head, thanks to a sneak attack by Dean Ambrose and a steel chair.
The doctor dries his hands and begins to put on latex gloves in a traditional doctor way, stretching them way down and then releasing. ”I haven’t made my determination yet on the matter. First though I am going to have to drain the blood from that hematoma on your head.” The trainer now has a syringe in his hand and the needle looks to be the length of Santino’s entire face. ”This is going to hurt a little bit, but it’s going to feel much better once I’m done.” The trainer leaned in and took the ice pack off of Santino’s head and wiped it with some alcohol to sterilize and then jammed the needle in the huge hematoma on Santino’s head. The trainer then began to pull back on the plunger and was sucking all of the blood out of it and it nearly filled the giant container before it nearly vanished.
”Son of a bitch that hurt.” The trainer was done and pulled the needle out of his head and put a small amount of gauze over the wound. Santino tried to sit up again, but once more the trained pushed him back down.
”No, stay lying down. You try to get up and you are likely to pass out and I’m not picking you up off the floor.” The trainer isn’t kidding; he wouldn’t be able to pick Santino off the floor by the looks of him. Santino did what he was told and laid on the table holding the piece of gauze over his head. The trainer had thrown the needle in the hazardous waste container and disposed of the gloves and began washing his hands again. Santino sighed at the notion that he probably won’t be able to compete tonight, but was almost thankful at the same time.
”So have you decided if I can compete tonight or not?” There was a small amount of hope in his tone as he asked the trainer. Santino wanted to get in the ring with Brock to prove that he isn’t a coward and to prove that Brock isn’t invincible, but this was bad timing as well. Less than a week away from his world title match with Dean Ambrose and he was going to be getting in the ring with a monster that could easily dash his chances of making it to Money in the Bank.
The trainer dried his hands like he had done before and turned to face Santino. ”How are you feeling?” The trainer asked in genuine sincerity.
”Good enough.” Responded Santino, but he could tell the trainer wasn’t buying it completely.
”Here let me give you something for the pain and you should be good to go. It doesn’t look like you have a concussion, but if you start vomiting or feeling dizzy I want you to come back here immediately.” The trainer rummages through a drawer and pulls out a small packet and rips it open, spilling the contents into a small paper cup. He turns and hands Santino the cup and then grabs a bottle of water off a nearby counter and gives it to him as well. ”Take these and you are good to go. I want you to come see me after your match though.”
Santino took the pills that were given to him with a mouthful of water and then slowly sat up, this time the trainer didn’t push him back down. ”Thank you.” Santino scooted to the edge of the table and plopped down to the floor still holding the gauze over his head. ”You won’t be seeing me after my match tonight though, you will be seeing Brock Lesnar.” Santino crumbled up the gauze and tossed it onto the table where he was just lying and walks out of the trainer’s room without so much a second glance at the trainer. The trainer just shook his head and went back to preparing his room for the next person that wanted to see him.
Edit: May 08, 13 10:01am
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