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May 07, 13 at 3:06pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
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Record - 1/0/1
Finisher's: Ankle Lock, Brainbuster.
Outside of the arena, a vicious storm rages throughout the streets, wind whistles loudly as it twists and turns around anything in its path, rain viciously lashes down onto the streets, glittering the reflection of the moon in the puddles it leaves, just outside the arena, sat on the steps is the lone hooded figure of Kyle O'Reilly, he sits silently, not moving an inch as the rain batters his hooded jacket, trickling down his hair and face.
Beautiful, isn't it?
Kyle breathes out a heavy breath as he takes in the cold air, wiping away the rain from his eyes.
It's pure irony that tonight should be the night of a storm, it's almost as if it's a forewarning of what is to come tonight, as if the elements are trying to tell everyone to not come to the show, just to save their eyes from the destruction that they will see through their own eyes, that their memories will not be able to shake.
Kyle stands to his feet and pulls his hood further over his head to shield himself from the rain.
Or maybe, this storm is a calling, the calling of the dragon, the beginning of an unstoppable rampage of violence and destruction, bones shall be broken, and careers ended in an instant, weapons wielded, and war shall be declared, and the beauty of the destruction will be that it cannot be stopped, no matter what happens, no matter who tries to stop the carnage, I shall not rest, all who step forward to try and slay this dragon will fall, and perish in the abyss below where I shall leave them.
Kyle pulls his hood off his head, letting the rain soak his entire head as he smirks at the camera, not phased by the raging storm.
This crusade is just the beginning, because once a dragons awoken, it's reign of chaos will not be stopped, it's hunger never able to be satisfied, I will feast on my victories and continue to grow stronger, as each victim falls beneath me, the name Kyle O'Reilly will strike fear in the hearts of fans and my opponents a like, authorities will fear me, because I have no limits, I am the law, I am the dragon, I am born for destruction, and intent on raising chaos and violence in Total Championship Wrestling, I am no longer a wrestler, I am violence, I am the destruction, I am here to ruin, and to rule, from the top of my throne I shall watch all my foes be vanquished, be it pinfall, broken ankles, arms or necks, or by being beaten to the point they are knocked out. They can bring whatever they like to that ring, because just like in the beliefs of black magic, the ring is cursed by the dragon, and no matter what they bring, Kyle O'Reilly will bring the violence, and he will destroy.
Kyle pulls his hood up over his head and begins to walk back into the arena as the cameras follow him, the cameras follow Kyle through a dark hallway, still his hood remains up even though he's now indoors, he takes a right turn and the cameras follow, but Kyle's vanished, the camera's look up and down the hallway but he's no where in sight, suddenly, the lights begin to flicker as the cameras look up at the lights, they suddenly go out.
Never follow a dragon into his cavern.
Kyle's voice can be heard whispering, before a sudden clang is heard, a mans screams can be heard as the camera is heard hitting the floor with a thud, the mans screams continue for a minute before silence, a moment later the lights flicker back on, Kyle O'Reilly is sprawled on his front, looking at the camera with blood smeared down his right eye as he looks psychotically at the camera, he takes the camera and holds it, observing the fallen cameraman who has an open wound on his forehead, blood trickling down his face and onto the floor, Kyle looks into the camera with a grin before focusing on a dented black steel chair, he picks it up and focuses the camera on himself.
This, is just the beginning, I warned you before to not follow a dragon into his cavern, and you were stupid enough to not heed my warnings, this man, is just another victim, just another piece of the chess puzzle removed, the beginning of the reign of chaos has begun, try to survive if you like, but you wont, because everything bows to the dragon, or lays beneath it's feet in defeat.
Kyle smiles into the camera and tilts his head, still looking psychotic before dropping the camera and causing it to fade to black.
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May 07, 13 at 3:22pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Ken Kennedy - Tweener - 0-1-0
Backstage, Todd Grisham is on standby.
"Ladies and gentlemen," he said, "my guest at this time - KEN - KENNEDY!"
The camera pans out to show Ken Kennedy standing at his side.
"Thank you, Ken," said Grisham. "You heard what CM Punk and Alberto Del Rio had to say today. Final thoughts?"
"Well, I have the advantage in this match," said Ken, gesturing both hands to his left. "On one side, we have CM Punk, who has a rival in Alex Shelly."
Ken then gestures his hands to his right.
"And on the other side," said Ken, "we have Alberto Del Rio dealing with Wade Barrett."
Ken looks at Todd and gestures an index finger to make a point.
"Both of my opponents have a rival that they are worried about," said Ken, chewing his gum as he talks, "whereas I have no rivals and therefore, no distractions to worry about. Both of them will be worried about their respective rivals coming to the ring to interfere in the match and that will work in my favor because I don't have to worry about some moron coming after me. After I win tonight, I'll be taking it easy for a bit and watch the PPV next week as I am not on the card. But just because I am not on the card doesn't mean I won't be at the PPV. I will be there to do some scouting on this punk named Jayson Anthony Paul. I have every intention of recapturing MY TV title. He's just keeping it warm for me right now. But it will be back in my possession by this time next month."
Ken looks at Todd.
"Hold out your hand," he said.
"Um, ok," said Todd, holding out his left hand. Ken spits out his gum and puts it in Todd's hand.
"Get rid of that for me," said Ken with a grin. "I got a match to work."
Ken then walks away with a chuckle as Todd looks at the gum in his hand.
"Eww," he said.
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May 07, 13 at 3:51pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
"The Instant Classic" Christian Cage
Cage heard the echo of his footsteps in the hallway. No one wanted anything to do with him. He had burned all his bridges and didn't give a damn about it. No one back here was important enough compared to the Instant Classic. They were all worthless in his eyes.
Soon Christian heard another pair of footsteps. Too heavy to be a woman's. Too light and nervous to be a superatars. None of the crew members gave a damn about Christian. Hell, none of them came near him. They thought he was insane. Christian determined it had to be one of the interview crew. Not Maria....oh, he would've loves for it to be Maria. No, instead it was Josh Matthews. Again.
"Excuse me Mr. Cage, would I be able to get an interview concerning your match tonight?"
At least he wasn't casually calling him Christian like last week. That pissed Cage off. You didn't speak to Christian Cage without a tone of respect.
"Actually Josh, you can't. The Instant Classic does not have time for a petty little interview. My time is more important than that Josh. I can't concern myself with an insignificant ant like you."
Josh rolled his eyes. Here was that ego again. Josh just wanted to try and pop that massive head of Christian, but then Cage would no doubt go off again. And when he went off on one of his fits....no one got anything done.
"Please Mr. Cage? It would be a great for the TCW Universe to hear some of your thoughts about the match."
That term. That stupid term that seemed to rule the lives of everyone in the company. Josh had avoided poking the hornet's nest, but he failed.
""TCW Universe?". Want to know what I think about the "TCW Universe?". They're garbage. All of them. And you're a bigger piece of trash for giving a damn about them Josh."
Now it was Josh's turn to get angry. His anger didn't hold a candle to Cage's burning disdain, but Josh was sick of just letting Cage walk around with his ego. As far as Josh was concerned, even a week in the company was too long for Cage.
"Christian, I'll be honest here. Everyone back here is sick of your ego. You've been back one week and already you have gone insane. Or maybe you always were insane. Regardless, you need to treat people better. Especially the TCW Universe. They are the blood of this company, no matter what you think of them."
Cage had heard enough. The irrelevant little prick wouldn't stop talking, so Christian just smacked him in the face. Hard. Harder than he should have, because Josh was sent to the ground in a heap, clutching his jaw. This was an opportunity for The Instant Classic to enlighten Josh. So he bent over him and spoke.
"You do NOT, under any circumstance, speak to Christian Cage like that. Especially when you're someone as irrelevant as you Josh. Just a little gnat Josh. That's all you are. A little gnat that flies around the shit those monkeys produce. You're a tiny insect compared to me Josh. Understand? Huh? Do you understand me?! You're nothing Josh. You are worthless, just like your precious "TCW Universe!". They are not the blood of this company. I AM. TCW was nothing until I came back and they will be nothing whenever The Instant Classic leaves. Understand Josh?!"
Cage got up from hovering over the downed Matthews. He just laughed at the sight. The piece of trash thought he could talk to Christian Cage like that? Huh? No one can. No one.....no one was allowed to doubt The Instant Classic. Not even monkeys, sheep, or hypocritical bastards. They didn't understand that yet....but they would. Oh, they would.
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May 07, 13 at 5:36pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
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Taz: Man we've got some real battles here tonight, we're gonna find out our next two competitors in Money in the Bank, our champion is gonna take on the Evolution roster by himself and Brock Lesnar kicks a taste of our very own King Santino! I, can't, wait!
Booker T: And Edge, don't be forgetting about Edge dawg he'll be around these parts somewhere...
Cole: I can only hope, but right now let's get down to business!
Money in the Bank Qualifier
Christian vs. Wade Barrett
Christian launched from his corner at the sound of the bell, all fired up and boldly charging right into a right hand from Wade! And another, and another. Christian staggers onto his back foot, leaving him open to the following boot to the midsection that hoisted him onto his toes and dropped him to his knees. Christian starts moaning to the referee for some sympathy, and he gets it! Wade is warned off for excessive show of force and Christian takes the advantage with a diving reverse elbow! Wade bounces back to his feet and replies with a clothesline – which catches nothing but air as Christian reads him like a book and counters with a drop kick! Quick cover; one, t – kick out!
Maybe there was a second of hesitation from the referee but Christian didn't bother fighting the count as Wade had already rolled back onto his feet. Christian tries to maintain the momentum and quickly goes for a right hand – which is caught by Barrett! He counters with an under hook, catching Christian in the side and follows with with a four piece flurry of punches. Each one surgically damaging the sides of Christian before going for a leaping elbow smash – but Christian lifts his head out of the way at the last possible moment ad goes for the Kill Switch! But Barrett shoves him away using all his power, sending Christian off the ropes and nailing him with a Bull Hammer on the return! He covers; one, two, three! Wade Barrett is going to Money in the Bank!
Booker T: Damn, what a finish. Fav 5, gotta be.
Cole: Another? Are you -
Booker T: Quit your jabbering and watch the next match, fool.
Singles Match for the Television Title
Daniel Bryan vs. Jayson Anthony Paul (c)
This could have gone either way folks, had the champion not taken matters into his own hands. After show casing his darling title to Bryan, he surrendered it to the referee and waited for the bell. Smiling, Jayson Anthony Paul offered the gullible and 'honorable' Daniel Bryan a handshake; which he accepted, and was promptly forced to duck under a cheap shot from Bryan. Justice prevails, however, as the champ comes back with Da Shout Out! He covers, and retains!
Cole: I have to agree, it did the trick alright.
Taz: Can't be too careful in this business, every man for himself. Unless, of course, it's a tag team match...
Tag Team Match
Orton & Batista (Evolution) vs. John Morrison & Dolph Ziggler
The bell rings and Morrison and Ziggler are quick to debate about who will start the match before Ziggler is hurries out of the ring as he notices Batista is starting on the opposite side. Not wanting to touch The Animal right now, Ziggler gives Morrison a smirk as John turns around and notices who is staring him in the face. Batista smirks before taking Morrison’s head off with a huge clothesline! Morrison is sent crashing to the ground, holding the back of his head as he tries to roll away from Batista, but The Animal is on the hunt, grabbing Morrison by the leg. John tries to hobble away toward Ziggler, but instead is left jumping in place as The Animal keeps a grip on his foot. Morrison soon does his best to escape the grip as he twists, striking Batista in the head with an enziguri! The Animal staggers backwards, dazed as Morrison dives to Ziggler, tagging in the Show Off. Dolph is quickly on the attack, sending blow after blow into The Animal, finally managing to get him to his knees. He stomps into side of Batista before setting him up….Fame Asser! Batista is planted face first and Dolph is lightning fast into the cover, but only gets two. Dolph pounds the mat in frustration before getting to his feet and flicking his hair as the Show Off does. He sets himself up in the opposite corner as Batista pulls himself up in the corner. Dolph charges for the huge splash, but Batista catches him! Dolph panics frantically as The Animal steps out of the corner and drives him into the mat with a huge Spinebuster! Batista lets out a roar as Dolph writhes in agony and rolls onto the apron. Seeing his position and the outstretched hand of Orton, Batista is quick to oblige and the sadistic Viper is tagged in. He steps over to Dolph and drags him up through the second rope, letting him hang there as the referee begins to count. The Viper just grins as he’s going to that place in his head and plants Dolph head first into the mat with a DDT! The Viper makes the cover, but Morrison is in to break up the count at two. He stomps away at Orton before turning around….SPEAR! Batista just speared Morrison in half! The Animal yells at Morrison who rolls out of the ring and to the floor before helping his Evolution cohort to his feet. Orton and Batista stare at each other before Orton nods his head, turning around, but Ziggler’s charging! Ziggler collides into Orton and Batista, causing the Evolution members to collide heads. Dolph takes advantage and rolls Orton into a small package while Batista is dazed, netting the three count for his team! Morrison and Ziggler have managed to defang The Viper for tonight!
Michael Cole: What a tag team match that was!
Taz: These two teams are some of the best I've ever seen! They work together so well!
Booker T: Hey, it looks like business is about to pick up, up in here!
The camera cuts away from the commentary team to show Drew McIntyre and William Regal charging down the ramp and picking a fight with both teams, seemingly showing no care as to which team they focus on. All six men in the ring begin brawling with one another, and there's seems to be no end to the battling as...
Suddenly, as HUGE explosion rocks the fans in attendance into shock, but as soon as they realise what's going on, they erupt into a deafening cheer, and within seconds the Brothers of Destruction are charging down the ramp, determined to get involved in the fray as well. The two monsters beckon for the other teams to attack as they enter the ring, and they duly oblige, three men attempting to take on each brother, and the two seven footers are able to hold their own strongly against the assaults, but before the situation can escalate, we find ourselves being drawn towards the ramp as General Manager Paul Heyman walks out onto the stage, and calls an end to the Mayhem.
The audience cheer wildly at the revelation, and all four teams convene together in their respective areas of the ring, before obliging, accepting their shots at the newly created Championships. The camera cuts back to the commentary team, who are, naturally, excited by the decision of Paul Heyman.
Triple Threat Match
Alberto Del Rio vs. Mr. Kennedy vs. CM Punk
The three men ready themselves in the ring as the referee calls for the bell. Punk and Del Rio stare at each other than back at Kennedy before nodding to each other, both going after him. They pound Kennedy down in the corner before the two decide on a plan. Del Rio steps out of the corner as Punk gives Kennedy a kick to the gut before sending him into Del Rio, who hits Kennedy with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! Ken struggles in pain as Punk picks him up and throws him out of the ring. Punk gives Kennedy a little wave goodbye before Del Rio hits him with the Backstabber! Akin to the name of the move, Del Rio is the first to turn on Punk before hooking the leg, but getting only two. Del Rio begins stomping away at Punk, focusing on the arm and shoulder before yelling at Punk in Spanish. He turns around but Kennedy is back in the ring with a clothesline! He pulls Alberto to his feet, throwing him into the corner before hitting the Mexican with right hand after right hand. He steps back a bit before charging for a clothesline, but Del Rio raises his boot right into Kennedy’s jaw! Ken staggers backwards as Del Rio takes a slight breather, but Punk charges in with the high knee, this time into Alberto’s jaw! Punk charges out of the corner with Del Rio for the bulldog, also taking out Kennedy with a clothesline. The Straightedge Savior is on fire! Punk calls for the Go to Sleep, waiting for one of the two men to reach his feet. Kennedy reaches his feet first and Punk sets him up for the GTS….but Del Rio is up with a superkick to Punk! Punk falls to the ground and Kennedy staggers down off the shoulders and Alberto takes advantage….Cross Armbreaker! Del Rio rolls into the patented armbreaker as Kennedy struggles but is forced to tap out, handing Del Rio the victory!
Cole: Gotta give it to him, he's showing the locker room some vintage performances of late.
Taz: Why do you always say that damn word?
Cole: What word?
Booker T: Hey now keep it down, we're about to see some damn good entertainment right now!
Triple H w/Evolution vs. The Undertaker w/Kane
The Phenom and The Game stare down in the center of the ring. Two future Hall of Famer. Though they aren’t alone, as Evolution keeps their place outside the ring, cautiously avoiding The Big Red Monster on the opposite side, ready to come to his brother’s aid. The referee rings the bell and the two icons hook up. Triple H manages to duck behind and throw a right into the back of the head of The Undertaker. This angers The Phenom who turns around with a heavy stare, startling Triple H. He backs away slowly into the corner as The Deadman follows him in and swings a right hand, but The Game ducks it. Triple H begins throwing fist after fist into Undertaker in the corner before the referee orders him out. Hunter backs away before heading back in for more punishment, but Undertaker grabs him with both hands and throws him into the corner! Now it’s Undertaker’s turn to throw bombs in the corner forcing the ref to order The Deadman out. He unhappily obliges before charging back into the corner and crushing The Game with a clothesline. Taker falls to the cover, but Triple H kicks out at one. The Undertaker doesn’t get frustrated but keeps on the offensive, raising Triple H to his feet and delivering several shoulder strikes to the arm. He twists the arm and steps to the corner, looking for Old School. Vintage Undertaker as he walks the ropes, but Rhodes is on the apron! The referee is distracted and Orton takes out the legs of The Undertaker, sending him crotch first onto the top rope! The Deadman is still enough of a man to feel that as he sits there in agony while Kane chases after Orton on the outside. The Viper slithers away as the referee tells the two to knock it off as Triple H grabs the head of Undertaker and drops him with a neckbreaker. Triple H covers; one, two, th-kick out! Triple H keeps the pressure on the Deadman stomping away at him. He runs off the rope before dropping his knee in the face of Undertaker before rolling him back over for another pinfall attempt, but gets two again. Triple H questions the referee on the count, but the referee doesn’t budge, saying it was only two. The Game remains calm as he heads back to the downed Undertaker, but Undertaker grabs him by the throat! Undertaker is now up on his feet and sets Triple H up for the Chokeslam, but Triple H slips out and sends Undertaker off to the ropes….Spinebuster! Vintage Triple H! The Game falls into the cover; one, two, thr-another kickout! The Undertaker will not fall that easily here tonight as Triple H continues arguing with the referee. He keeps pleading his case, but the ref still will not budge. Hunter sighs as he turns around….Undertaker sits up! He sat up! Triple H stumbles backwards in shock as The Deadman is quick to his feet and begins pounding away at The Game. The referee forces The Undertaker out, and Triple H tries to charge with a clothesline, but again Undertaker grabs him by the throat! Chokeslam! The Deadman hits the Chokeslam this time, but he doesn’t go for the cover. Instead, he signals for the end, looking for the Tombstone. But Orton’s up on the apron! This time it’s Orton running the distraction as Cody Rhodes tries to get into the ring with a steel chair, but Kane’s there to stop it this time…..Chokeslam on the outside! Kane chokeslams The Dashing One before Batista begins fighting off The Big Red Machine. The two monsters trade blows as Undertaker picks Triple H up in the ring for the Tombstone. Triple H slides down the back, pushing The Deadman towards Orton, but Undertaker stops himself short. The Game goes for a clothesline from the back, but Undertaker side steps it and Triple H hits Orton! Orton is sent off the apron as Triple H stumbles back around into the waiting Undertaker, who hoists him up…Tombstone! Rest in peace! The Undertaker crosses the arms of Triple H; one, two, three! The Phenom secures the victory tonight for The Brothers of Destruction.
Taz: Man, even I wouldn't get their way - now that's saying something!
Booker T: Brothers are bad business for bad people, the whole business gotta start watching their backs.
Last Chance Battle Royale for the Last Spot in the Money in the Bank
Christian/Wade Barrett vs. Kyle O'Reilly vs. William Regal vs. Drew McIntyre vs. Antonio Cesaro
This one went to hell before the referee had even the chance to assemble the men. Antonio Cesaro, made a tactical retreat to ringside after Kyle O'Reilly foolishly marched on William Regal and Drew McIntyre. There was the briefest of facial gestures, and both men decided to cut the young punk down to size. With Regal drop kicking Kyle at the knee, allowing Drew to get a near perfect rising knee strike to the side of the temple. O'Reilly fell back on the canvas, stunned but not out of it just yet. Christian took a step back, resting his weary frame in the corner. It was only after he sarcastically applauded the improvised alliance of Regal & McIntyre, as they stamped down on the defenceless Kyle, that he drew their ire. Outnumbered he escaped to ringside, where he was promptly ambushed by the opportunistic Cesaro and fed back into the ring where Regal & McIntyre combined again; this time with a series of stiff left and right hands and a clothesline. With both men's back's turned, Cesaro sees this as his time to strike. He climbs to the top turnbuckle, does a quick survey of the ring, and dives elbow first into the side of McIntyre's face! The Scot falls to the canvas, ears ringing, and Regal is too slow to catch the the rising O'Reilly who nails him with German Suplex! The ring is a brawl and Reilly is free to roar to the crowd as he follows up with an Ankle lock on Regal!! Surely he must tap; and he does! [Elimination #1 William Regal!]
Cesaro comes across a rejuvenated Christian just as Drew turns on Kyle just as he finishes off Regal. Perhaps it was spearheaded by revenge for his momentary ally, but the Future Shock Kyle received as he turned around looked particularly devastating. He covers and Kyle is out of here! [Elimination #2 Kyle O'Reilly!] Just three men left, and two of them were locked in the far corner, with Christian counting down ten sharp shots to the head of Cesaro! He reached seven when Drew climbs up behind him, and slams him back down to earth with a back drop! Drew was proud of that one, so proud in fact he neglected to pay attention to the approaching Cesaro! Neutralizer !!! Cesaro covers; one, two, three! [Elimination #3 Drew McIntyre!]
We're down to the last men standing. Christian is struggling to find his feet and Cesaro is still feeling the hangover from his corner treatment prior to eliminating Drew. This is going down to the wire folks. Both men get to their knees, lock eyes, and stare down. For a second nobody moved, then Cesaro jumped to his feet and charged. Technical prowess be hanged, he barrels straight into Christian and pins him against the ropes! For a second he overpowers Christian and throws him carelessly over the top rope! But Christian recovers, avoid the painful drop to ringside, and lands on the apron. He reached into the ring and gives Cesaro a chop. Red chested and howling, Cesaro doubles back, giving Christian the time needed to vault over the to rope and catch him with a spinning DDT! What move, Christian has the momentum and Cesaro is sitting upright; perfect prey for an improvised Kill Switch! He nails it! Cover; one, two, three! Christian is going to Money in the Bank!
Taz: He was sitting in last chance saloon, looking at a career of misery but I gotta say; he really pulled this one out of the bag!
Booker T: That's what I'm 'talking about sucka, Christian showed some real grit coming back out here and getting the win!
Taz: Finally, we can agree.
Dean Ambrose vs. Cody Rhodes w/ Evolution
The World Heavyweight Champion smirks as the bell rings, the ring surrounded by Evolution. Rhodes readies himself in the corner as Triple H shouts words of encouragement to “The Future.” The two lock-up, Rhodes trying to gain the upper hand in a technical contest, but there is nothing technical about the insane Ambrose. Instead, Ambrose is quick to throw a knee into the stomach of Cody before striking at the back of Rhodes with an open palm. Ambrose then whips Rhodes into the corner before throwing body shots with both closed fists and open palms before the referee pushes him away. Ambrose eases off before taunting Triple H on the outside and heading back into the corner. Instead of keeping up the offense, Ambrose is forced off the defensive as Rhodes trips Dean into the turnbuckle. Ambrose is dazed as he turns around into a kick to the gut by Cody before Rhodes drops down and hits him with a blow to the throat. Dean is sent to the ground and Rhodes is quick to the cover, but the champion kicks out at one. The Game shouts from the outside “keep on him” and Rhodes obliges, stomping away at the champion. In a few short weeks, this could be for the World Heavyweight Championship, with Rhodes having qualified for the Money in the Bank match last week. The referee begins his count as Rhodes continues his assault, finally being forced to stop in fear of disqualification. Ambrose steadies himself in the corner as Cody charges in, but is met in the face with a back elbow by the champ. Ambrose is quickly out, grabbing the head of Rhodes before dropping him with a neckbreaker. Dean covers, but only gets two. He locks in a side headlock shouting at Evolution as he wears pressure down on Rhodes. The mocking angers Batista, who pounds the mat in frustration before being eased off by Triple H.
Rhodes begins fighting out of the hold with elbows of his own, trying to get momentum back on his side. He finally manages to break the grip of Ambrose before he swings wildly, but Dean ducks it and kicks Rhodes in the gut….DDT! Ambrose lets his patented sadistic grin appear on his face before he shoots the half, but Rhodes kicks out at two. Dean sits up as Rhodes tries to recover, wondering about his next course of action. He ponders for a moment before taking a few steps back, waiting for Rhodes to recover as he looks for the Shining Wizard. Cody gets to his knees and Dean runs off the ropes, but Batista trips him up from the outside! The referee scolds The Animal while Ambrose shrugs the interference off, continuing to mock Evolution. He begins to turn, right into a Disaster Kick by Rhodes! Ambrose has to be out cold as Rhodes crawls into the cover. Upset, upset coming…no, Ambrose kicks out at two and a half! Rhodes can’t believe it as Triple H tries to continue shouting advice outside. Rhodes nods his head as he climbs the ropes, going for something big. He steadies himself on the ropes, looking for a moonsault, but Ambrose is on his feet and throws his fist into Cody’s back. He repeats the blows before climbing up top with Rhodes. Both men teeter on the top rope as Cody tries to hold on and Ambrose attempts to suplex Rhodes off. But Triple H is up on the apron distracting the referee! The referee’s attention is taken up by The Game as Batista climbs the apron near Rhodes and Ambrose and rips Dean off the top rope, sending the champ crashing to the mat! Ambrose is down and the referee turns around after hearing the crash to the mat just in time to see Batista getting down off the apron! He puts two and two together and orders Evolution away from ringside! Triple H protests, but the referee’s decision is final, and Evolution is forced to make their way to the backstage area. Cody manages to steady himself on the top rope thanks to the interference of Batista, and takes notice of where Dean is behind him. He readies and jumps backwards for a moonsault, but Ambrose moves out of the way! Rhodes crashes and burns as Ambrose steadies himself to his feet smirking as the Dashing One struggles to his knees. Ambrose charges, Shining Wizard! Rhodes is out cold! Ambrose hooks the leg; one, two, three! The World Heavyweight Champion remains dominant over The Dashing One here tonight.
Cole: I don't think anyone left on the roster stands a chance...
Taz: Nobody can beat Ambrose, he's a true champion. Much like I was myself, back in my better days.
Cole: Back in the "vintage" days?
Santino Marella vs. Brock Lesnar
The monstrous Brock Lesnar glares across the ring at his opponent, and the crowd make it perfectly clear whose camp they're in, by chanting the name of Santino Marella over and over again, much to the chagrin of The Beast. The bell rings signalling the beginning of the match, and Lesnar immediately charges his opponent, who quickly dives out of the way, rolling out of the path of the oncoming train, before jumping up to his feet and hitting several big chops across the chest of Lesnar, however they barely phase the monster and he grabs ahold of Santino before pulling him close, and throwing him into the top of the turnbuckle with an incredibly vicious belly to belly suplex! Santino rolls off of the turnbuckle and tumbles to the ground, to which Brock quickly tries to keep the upper hand by dropping a couple of strong elbows down onto the head and neck of Santino, prior to dragging him across the ring and kicking him in the gut a couple of times. Lesnar quickly tries to put his opponent out of his misery with a cover, but Santino isn't ready to give up just yet and kicks out strongly after a two count. Lesnar very briefly accuses the referee of counting slowly, but before long realises that it's a case of Santino signing his own death warrent, and sets upon the number one contender for the world championship once again. He drags him up to his feet, before throwing him through the ropes to the outside of the ring, following him out before whipping him ferociously into the barricade that seperates the crowd from the ringside area. Lesnar lifts Santino up to his feet as the referee continues his count, and pushes him up against the turnbuckle before backing away, sizing up his target like a bull eyeing up a matador... After a couple of moments, Lesnar pounces, but Santino quickly ducks out of the way! Lesnar smashes head first into the turnbuckle post and drops to the ground, damn near unconcious, just as Santino slides into the ring underneath the bottom rope... And the ref reaches the final number in his ten count! Santino wins it by countout!
Michael Cole: Good lord! Brock Lesnar might have knocked himself clean out on that turnbuckle post!
Taz: It'd serve the big oaf right, he should have finished Santino off when he had the chance...
Booker T: Aw, I don't think this is over, look who just showed up!
At that precise moment, the camera cuts away to the ramp, where we see the TCW World Heavyweight Champion, Dean Ambrose, shuffling down the ramp, the golden title belt resting across his shoulder. He looks towards the ring, and Santino glares towards him, motioning that the title belt will soon be around his waist, but before he can get too far into a confrontation with Ambrose, he's struck hard from behind by a steel chair by Brock Lesnar! Lesnar wastes no time in grabbing ahold of Santino and dragging him into the middle of the ring, and locking in the Brock Lock! The same move that kept Alex Shelley out of action this week, he's locked it in on Santino! This could destroy his hopes of fighting for the title shot he so rightfully earned this Sunday night! Ambrose begins to slide into the ring, but before he can do so the crowd erupt into cheers, Brock knows why though and releases the hold just in time to see Edge jumping over the barricade and sliding into the ring! Edge dashes towards him and Lesnar throws a clothesline towards him, but Edge ducks it and runs at the ropes, coming back at Lesnar as fast as lightning...
Edge drops Lesnar to the mat with a spear for the second week running! Ambrose quickly splits, moving up the ramp, clutching his title as Santino slowly starts to walk after him, when suddenly on the big screen we see General Manager Paul Heyman's face, beamed around the world, speaking to the four men before the audience.
The audience erupt at this revelation, and the show slowly fades to black on the grimacing face of Dean Ambrose as he holds his TCW Championship belt tight...
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May 08, 13 at 10:02am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
The Wonderful Adventures of the Big Red Machine
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The scene opens on the Big Red Machine, Kane, sitting casually in his locker room, reading the running times and whatnot for tonight's event. Tonight's event, which he hopes will be a momentous one for himself and his Brother as they try and capture the TCW Tag Team Championships in a four team elimination four corners match. Kane smirks as he notices his name on the piece of paper, but the grin is soon removed from his face as somebody bounds through the door, clutching a piece of paper in his hand that flickers in the wind. Kane glares at the person who has disturbed his peace and tranquility, watching as he doubles over in pain and desperately tries to catch his breath.
Stagehand: K-Kane! We.. We have a problem! 'Taker, 'Taker, he... gone... need... sit down!
Kane's eyebrow crinkles in bemusement, as the stagehand drops to the ground, desperately inhaling and attempting to get his breath back. The Big Red Machine gets up to his feet, and grabs the piece of paper from beneath the young man, and immediately as he begins reading his eyes widen and a grimace appears on his face. Upon finishing the letter, he gets up to his feet, and storms out of the room, leaving the stagehand laying on the ground in a heap as he does so. Storming down the corridor, the monster pushes people out of the way and growls in frustration as he comes across one of the tag teams he is facing later tonight (not mentioning any names cos I cba to ask permission tbfh).
Generic Tag Team Member #1: Hey Kane, gonna kick your ass tonight, bro, you can't beat us you're shit.
Kane looks directly into the eyes of the member of the tag team who's name we shall not mention, before grabbing him by the skull and slamming it against a wall. He grabs the other member of the team and kicks him in the groin, before hurling him through a nearby table. He grunts, not letting out any real words, before continuing on his journey this time, bounding through the corridor. Suddenly, out of a nearby doorway, Hornswoggle pops out, and shouts after Kane...
Hornswoggle: Mr Kane, where are you going?!
With that, the camera shot pans out and we see Kane running towards the camera, clutching the piece of paper in his hand, a grin formulating on his face.
Kane: I'm going on an adventure!
Hornswoggle looks thoughtful for a few moments, feeling certain he's heard that term somewhere before fairly recently, possibly in a movie starring Tim from The Office, but he quickly shakes his head dismissively, certain that Kane has come up with his own line. Quickly, we cut back to Kane, who bursts through the doorway to the parking lot, and jumps into a waiting carriage. Yeah, a carriage, like in Cinderella or Shrek or whatever, like a fairytale carriage. Just as he is about to set off on his way, a voice is heard behind him, somebody is clearly in the cart portion of his carriage, and he scowls as he turns around to see where the voice comes from. He eyes soften, and his mouth drops open as he realises who the voice belongs to... His one and only, the love of his life, the dream woman that broke his heart and stabbed him in the back repeatedly...
Tori: Kane! I was hoping I'd find you if I waited in here long enough, I don't know anybody else with such a... classic... taste in vehicles. I'm sorry that I hurt you all those years ago, I came here today to reconcile with you, but as I arrived at the building, I saw your Brother leaving, and he told me where he was going! You have to let me come with you, I'll stand by you, I'll help you find him, I swear!
Kane glares into the eyes of Tori, a complete disbelief in his eyes that she of all people stumbled back into his life on this day, one of the most momentous days of his career, the day he finally is scheduled to reunite with his brother in an attempt to capture the Tag Team Championships. The day he has waited for for many a year, desperately hoping that one day he and his brother would reconcile. He looks away from Tori for a few moments, before looking back at her.
Kane: I... I just don't know if I can trust you. You really broke me back then, man. I loved you and you stabbed me in the bac-
Suddenly, some hay in the back begins to move around, and suddenly out of the haystack pops X Pac.
X Pac: This is going to be a difficult journey, but I just want you to know, you have my sword.
Kane looks on in bemusement once again, before trying to explain to X Pac the situation.
Kane: Hey, uh, sorry Bro, I'm kind of trying to talk to Tori he-
Suddenly, another haystack begins to move, and out of it pops Chyna.
Chyna: And my Bow!
Again, Kane looks baffled, and again tries to explain what is going on.
Kane: ...Bo.. No, look, seriously, I'm trying to have a conversation here, she knows where my Brother is, I need her hel-
I like DDP.
DDP AND MY AXE!
Kane: Look, I don't know what the hell you guys are doing here, but me and Tori are trying to make amends here so she can help me find my Brother. If I want to win the Tag Championships tonight, I need him and so we're going to find him. I don't know what all this swords, bow... Axe... shit is all about, but... yeah. I'm really confused right now.
X Pac, Chyna and DDP all stand up, removing hay from their clothes and whatnot, before taking a few steps towards Kane.
X Pac: Look, Big Red, we wanna help you out here. We know how much this all means to you and so we're here to help. You, tori, the three of us, together we're unbeatable! We will find you your brother, and we will get him back here if it kills us. If we burn... They'll burn with us!
Kane mouths the word 'who', and X Pac shrugs his shoulders, clearly not really sure what he's on about. Oh well, onwards an upwards. With a shrug, Kane pulls on the reins of the cart, and the horses start off with a whinny, as they ride off out of the arena and into the desert that suddenly surrounds the building.
To Be Continued
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May 08, 13 at 12:30pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Record - 1/0/2
Finisher's: Ankle Lock, Brainbuster.
Driving along the highway, a handheld video camera filmed the passing traffic that blurred past in the opposite direction, the weather was cloudy and it was approaching nightfall, the camera panned to the interior of the car which was clean and in good condition, the camera was put down for a moment and settled on the up close image of the door as the car could be heard stopping, a moment later the door could be heard open and then be slammed shut with an audible thud, seconds later the passengers door swung open, the only visible light was coming off of a torch that shone into the camera before it was picked up and placed on the roof of the car for a moment, another slam of the door was heard before the camera was spun around and the torch was shone beneath the cameras owners chin, revealing himself to be Kyle O'Reilly, he had the same grin on his face as he always did, only looking slightly more psychotic and disturbing as of late.
Kyle's eyes flickered from the light of the camera as he began to shine the torch around what was revealed to be a deserted forest, tree's shadowed him and with the skies getting darker made it harder to see anything with only a torch for light, however in between flickers of the light landing on himself it could be seen Kyle was wearing a grey t-shirt underneath his black hooded jacket and black jeans, he picked the camera up and held it in one hand.
A hint of sarcasm could almost be detected in his voice, but with what was seeming to be a more unstable Kyle O'Reilly as of late, it was hard to tell, he weaved his way through the endless tree's that occupied the forest, branches scratched over the lens of the camera as Kyle pushed through the leaves, after a few minutes of trawling through the trees he placed the camera down in the ground and made sure he was aware of it's position with a torch before he disappeared for a few minutes, a lot of rummaging could be heard as Kyle moved throughout the forest, clearly somewhere he was familiar with to be able to move with no source of light, however a moment later a single flame began to flicker like a flame from a lighter.
Kyle's voice could only faintly be heard due to him being away from his camera, but a moment later a fierce fire was set alight in the forest, the flames dancing around each other in the wind as Kyle crouched down behind the flames, a psychotic smirk draw across his face, he crawled around the self made fire and picked the camera up, videoing the flames as they rose in the air, before holding the camera out in front of him with the flames roaring behind him.
The world has not yet realised the reality that is facing them, the chaos that I am about to create will send the TCW world spinning off it's own axis into it's own personal black hole, it's own hell, a world where chaos and violence is a way of life, a way of life that belongs to me.
Violence is coming, and nothing, will stop the pain and torture that accompanies it.
Kyle tilts his head with a sadistic smile on his face as his eyes glare at the camera before he throws it into the flames.
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May 08, 13 at 10:33pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Unsigned Free Agent
It is a beautiful, clear and starry night, and the last Warzone fans in Boise have exited the arena happy at having seen a great show. Employees are still scattered throughout the arena, but a number of them have begun to leave. Among them are interviewer Josh Matthews and his cameraman.
Josh: I'll tell you what, Jim. I'm getting rather tired of being pushed around backstage by these people. There's no respect for our trade anymore...
The cameraman, who one has to assume is Jim, keeps on rolling.
Josh: The look on the face of the people I've run into...Christian, Punk, Cesaro all of them...you'd think I was their mother-in-law. Put that bimbo Maria in front of them and they're doing backflips. Seriously. I'm just getting your thoughts and putting your face on television at the same time. That's not a bad deal last I checked, you know how many twentysomething-year old waitresses in Hollywood will sleep with just about anyone to get on TV? I lost count the last time I tried.
Jim just keeps on rolling the tape.
Josh: Just one night, I'd like to hear...Josh my man, it's good to see you. Let me cooperate with you, answer your questions, perhaps dump a juicy detail of what I'm going to do to my opponent tonight. All while keeping keyfabe. That's not a lot to ask for, is it?
The camera keeps on rolling as the two men step outside into the brisk evening and make their way towards the production truck.
Josh: Is it?
Josh stops to face his cameraman with a look of disdain on his face.
Jim: I'm your cameraman, not your therapist.
This evidently annoys the masculine example of a man known as Josh.
Josh: I can have you written up for non-compliance, you know. You'll be docked with no pay, how would you like to ---
Jim: Here we go again...an empty threat. Instead of compensating for your lack of manhood...in many ways [Peers down], if you want to be taken seriously, get better interviewees. Didn't AJ become the champion's muse by cozying up to him? You should do something like that. You certainly play the part of a woman well.
Josh: I'm getting on my phone and calling Heyman you little---
Jim: Not to interrupt your vagina monologue again but...there's someone nobody has talked to at all walking right over there. It's a start.
Josh: There you go again, always interrupting me. No respect, even from my camer-OH MY GOD. RUN, JIM, RUN!
Josh sprints towards the hooded man with blonde hair peeking out, hands in pockets, he is obviously in a hurry as he crosses the parking lot. Josh paces alongside him in a desperate attempt to interview this individual.
Edge: I'm not an employee of Total Championship Wrestling. I don't do these silly little interviews. Now if you would so kindly move, I'd like to get into my car.
Edge attempts to brush aside Josh, but Josh ain't having none of that. This is a pretty big fish to reel in for any pro-wrestling journalist.
Josh: You've invaded our show two weeks running now to attack one man and I'm sure the TCW Universe would love an explanation as to why you're doing it. How are you even getting past security?
Edge looks around, luckily, there is no one else around.
Edge: Look. I appreciate you wanting to get answers for the fans. But now is not the time. I'm sure you and everyone else will be satisfied soon enough.
Edge opens the door to his car as a dejected Josh Matthews retreats. The sad look on his face causes Edge to facepalm.
Edge: Oh, for the love of God. Fine Josh, get over here, shut up, and let me say a little something.
Josh: Mic's all yours. Take it away. By the way, this will be for the app.
Edge: App? What the *bleep* has happened to professional wrestling? Tell the boys I think that's just stupid.
Josh: Noted. Now, why these attacks, why Lesnar?
Edge: Before I was cut off, I was gonna say something. I've been out of the business for awhile. That's life. A lot has changed since I left the ring and not all of it has been a good thing. I tune on my television and I see Lesnar licking someone else's blood. I'm not sure if he is mentally stable or not, I don't care. He threatened anyone who dared get in his way...and that doesn't sit well with me. In this business, we talk tough to make ourselves look good, but there's still respect that goes into a match, man to man. I get the feeling Lesnar gets off on pain and suffering. He doesn't mind if he puts some guy in a wheelchair like Droz. He'd do it with a smile on his face. I'm sure he dreams about finishing the job and snap my neck in half once in for all. And that's sickening.
Edge abruptly ends his statement and enters his vehicle, starting it. Josh panics and asks one more question.
Josh: WAIT! Will... will you be at No Mercy this Sunday? I mean, Heyman barred you from not only the main event, but the arena itself.
Edge rolls down his car's window, evidently peeved at Josh.
Edge:...Sorry. I've got plans.
With that, Edge speeds off into the night, leaving Josh in the dust.
Josh: Jim, send this one to the production truck and get it approved. YES!
The preceding has been a Bri™ production.
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May 09, 13 at 12:24pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
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The scene opens tonight on a dark, dimly lit street somewhere in Lower Manhatten, New York City. We see pieces of old newspaper and McDonalds wrappers gracefully lofting through the wind as it blows through the road, and local residents move through the area going about their normal evening routine, clearly not caring about the garbage that flies around the city that they're so proud to call home. We cut to what appears to be a point of view shot from one of the people walking around, as he stares at the ground as he walks, not thinking it essential to look where he is going. He reaches a street corner, and is about to cross the road as he hears a commotion some way to his left, and his head turns instinctively to find out what exactly it is that is causing such noise. In the distance, we see a huge crowd of people settled around a building right on Broadway, and the music being blared out from within can be heard even from this distance, and we can tell the local resident is shaking his head in frustration. The camera leaves it's human vessel and cuts to an area much closer to the venue, where we can now see in a little bit more detail what exactly is going on as the crowd fights for a decent view of what is going on in front of them. The camera rests slightly above the height of the crowd and because of this we can see a red carpet that runs from the entrance of the club (which has a large 'Grand Opening' sign hanging just above the door) all the way to the road. As photographers and interviewers line the carpet, we see flashbulbs going off at every chance as celebrities both minor and major make their way through them and enter the club, and it's only after a particularly notable name passes through that the camera raises slightly, and we see the name of the club glowing from a neon sign a few feet above the entrance...
Immediately, it becomes clear why exactly the TCW cameras are here, and it becomes abundantly clear that the reason they are heavily involved the TCW Superstar, Alex Shelley. The camera doesn't hesitate on the shot of the sign, and we soon cut once again, this time to the interior of the club, which it becomes clear isn't what one would call a family establishment. Women walk around in clothing that leaves very little to the imagination as they serve drinks, and a stage stands at one end of the room and has a walkway that protrudes right out into the center of the room that is garishly decorated in golden and purple wallpaper, and a purple carpet runs from end to end. Every now and again as the camera moves through the building, we can hear small snippets of conversation from various groups of people, some clearly pushing the boundaries of acceptable social behavior with some of the waitresses, others openly praising the Sultan of Sleaze for the work he's done on creating such an enjoyable establishment right in the heart of the City that never sleeps. The camera continues to move through the area, until it cuts off completely and we find ourselves looking at the stage from a camera that appears to be mounted on a unit that keeps it steads just in front of the main area of the stage, perhaps resting on the catwalk that expands the stage outwards. It's worth noting the small E! News logo in the corner, which bizarrely implies that we're slap bang in the middle of an E! broadcast as opposed to a TCW one. The patrons begin to cheer as the lighting inside the room lowers, and over the loudspeaker, a voice announces something to the room...
The audience cheer at a reasonable level, although one has to question whether some of those cheers have been piped in to aid in the live broadcast. After a few seconds, the esteemed co-anchor of the long running news-magazine show makes her way out onto the stage and the lighting comes up to show her smiling broadly as she looks out at the audience, her purple knee-length dress matching the decor of the club quite magnificently. She waves at the audience as she makes her way to the front of the stage, pulling her hair out of her eyes as she does so before looking directly down the camera and looking out at the audience of millions that watch E! every single night to find out the newest celebrity news.
The audience cheer once again, but this time there is no doubt that the sound echoing around the room is genuine as 'Sleazy' by Ke$ha echoes around the room and the stage lighting begins to flash wildly in a golden and purple affair that is sure to cause seizures around the Nation. Eventually, he steps out onto the stage with a grin from ear to ear, wearing what appears to be an incredibly expensive Armani suit. Of course, he wears his RayBan sunglasses despite being indoors and inside a somewhat darkened room, only removing them briefly to look out at the audience and get a grasp of how many people have showed up to his opening. He stops a few paces short of Rancic, raising his hand up to his chest and looking a little bit lost for words at the support his opening is clearly recieving from the world of Celebrity, and his grin lessons as he lets out a deep exhalation of breath and tries to get to grips with the situation. Eventually, he takes a few more steps forwards and joins Giuliana at the front of the stage, smirking as he looks out at the audience one last time before turning his attention to the E! News host.
Shelley continues to smirk, although he still appears to be somewhat lost for words. He thinks for a few seconds, before looking out at the audience once again, and finally responding to Rancic after a brief pause.
Shelley pauses for a few moments, lifting his hand up to his mouth as emotion slowly begins to overcome him. The people in attendance begin applauding, clearly thankful of everything he has done in his career, not least finding them a new play to get twatted on a Friday and Saturday night. Shelley wipes a bead of sweat from just above his eye, before swallowing hard and speaking once again down the microphone that is held up to his mouth by Rancic.
The patrons once again applaud Shelley, clearly fully believing how important all of this is to him. He smiles out at the crowd of people, and nods in appreciation of their words. He lets out a sigh as he raises his hand to thank the crowd for their support, when out of the ruckas we hear a voice shouting out from the floor not far from the stage.
Shelley pauses mid motion, and looks out at the crowd in the general direction of where the voice came from. He lowers his shades to get a better view, but is unable to get a clear observation of the area and so he grabs the microphone from Rancic and lifts it up to his mouth, ready and willing to confront the heckler.
Shelley lowers the microphone and continues looking out for some kind of sign that the person he's speaking to is preparing to make a move and leave the venue, but what he eventually sees causes his face to fall into a scowl, frustration immediately slapping itself across his expression. Of all of the people, in all of the clubs, in the entire word, this man had to walk into his. The one man he hates more than anything else, and would do anything to keep him away from the occasion. The man who has tried to make his life a misery over the past month... CM Punk. The audience gasps in shock that Punk has the audacity to attempt to ruin a night that is meant to be such a big thing for Shelley, and the arrogant Chicago-born superstar pushes his way through the crowd of people, before stepping up onto the stage at the side. A few members of the clubs security team begin to pursue him, but Shelley waves them away, clearly wanting to get his hands on Punk himself for the nerve he is showing by interrupting the grand opening of his club. Punk saunters across the stage, smirking in the general direction of Shelley, before looking out of the crowd with a glare. He snatches the microphone out of the hands of Shelley who clearly has to fight hard not to smack Punk right across the face, before raising the microphone up to his mouth and speaking live to the Nation.
Punk lowers the mic briefly to compose himself a little, as he does though one of the more inebriated women in the crowd decides to chip in with her own personal opinion on what Punk has to say.
Punk looks in the general direction from which the abuse came, and shot off a sly smirk. He then raised the microphone to his mouth, and issued his rebuttal.
With that, Shelley takes the opportunity of the distraction from the audience to snatch the microphone back from Punk, who sharply turns his head with a glare, appalled by the lack of respect shown from the Sultan. Shelley smirks at the brief moment of one-upment that this brings, before lifting the microphone up to his mouth and speaking with some venom toward Punk.
Shelley wanting an answer from Punk offers him the microphone back, in a sarcastic manner. Punk stands scowling back at Shelley as he reaches out and forcefully pulls the mic back towards himself, he then again raises the microphone to his mouth in order to address the Sultan of Sleaze.
Shelley smirks as he asks what it is that Punk has to tell him. Punk doesn’t respond right away though, he waits a few moments before smirking, dropping the microphone and... Round house kick! Instantly Shelley falls to the ground, after nearly being beheaded from the force of Punk’s kick. Punk stands tall over the fallen Shelley for a brief moment, before the club security rush in and pin him to the floor. The club begins to descend into chaos as people charge over to check on Shelley, all whilst Punk is being dragged against his will out of the club. As Punk is being pulled out of the entrance he catches a glimpse of Shelley who has been propped up against the stage. Shelley shoots an intense look towards Punk who just smiles as he is forcibly removed from the venue...
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May 09, 13 at 1:59pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
The Wonderful Adventures of the Big Red Machine
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The scene opens on our band of merry men also known as The Fellowship of the (Wrestling) Ring plodding along through the desert inside their wagon. I use the term merry men fairly loosely as technically there are two women in the group, but one of them's Chyna so... Yeah, think of that what you will. Tori is a woman as far as I'm aware though, she had a massive rack so I think she is a girl. Anyway, we catch up with them rumbling through the desert, sand and dust kicking up behind the horses as they run and the wheels of the wagon spin at pace, and they appear to be singing songs from the classic Broadway musical, Cabaret. Liza Minelli would be extremely proud as the pipes of X Pac and DDP duet on a moving rendition of 'Maybe This Time', and at the same time Chyna and Tori duet on the title track. Kane sits in the front seat of the wagon, one hand to his head, clearly suffering from the pain of being with a group of absolute nutjobs, but still extremely driven in his attempts to find his Brother and take him back to TCW in time for No Mercy.
DDP: MAYBE THIS TIIME!
X Pac: FOOOR THE FIRST TIME!
DDP: LOVE WON'T HURRY, AWAAAAY
Kane rolls his hand through his hair, letting out a deep exhalation of breath as he tries to maintain his composure, before turning around to face the group in the back and politely speaking to his group of cohorts.
Kane: Guys, I really have a headache, and I'm trying to focus. Is there any chance at all you could keep it down a little?
The group all stop singing and nod at Kane, who again sighs as he turns back around to face the route ahead. After a few moments of silence, a smirk emerges onto the face of X Pac, and he breaks the silence with a huge grin on his face.
X Pac: WHAT GOOD IS SITTING, ALONE IN YOUR ROOM!? COME HEAR THE MUSIC PLAAAAY!
Kane turns around with a glare, and X Pac quickly goes quiet again, looking around the group for some kind of support but none of them want to pick a fight with Big Red, no matter how much they like X Pac. Except Chyna, she's not a huge fan anymore. Suddenly, out of the silence, Tori pipes up excitedly.
Tori: THERE HE IS, I SEE HIM!
Kane glances away from X Pac to see Tori's head poking through the back of the wagon, and she's pointing in glee, beckoning the others to come and look.
Kane: What?! Are you sure?!
Tori: YES! I SEE HIM!
Kane quickly grinds the wagon to a halt, with all of the inhabitants falling around as the unsteady vehicle grinds to a stop and rocks from side to side. Each member of the group in turn pokes their head through the curtain that covers the back of the wagon, and Kane finally pokes his head through at the top of the group. He lets out a sigh, before looking down at Tori in frustration.
Kane: That's Sting.
Tori: Yeah! I found him!
Kane: We're looking for The Undertaker!
Tori: Who's that?
Kane: Who.. Are you serious? Big guy, long hair, wears a hat, shows up after all the lights have gone out and doesn't talk a lot.
Tori: Sounds like Sting to m-
Kane: IT'S NOT STING!
Kane seeths at the false hope presented to him, as well as quietly wondering how useful Tori is going to be with her not actually knowing who The Undertaker is. He's also incredibly confused at how she spent two years as a WWF Diva without at any point ever coming across The Undertaker. He's ALSO incredibly confused as to why Sting is stood out in the desert with nobody around for no apparent reason. One thing he knows for sure though, is that he can see something very interesting.
Kane: Hey, is that a farm? It looks like a farm.
His friends nod in agreement, and Kane actions for them to jump out of the wagon and walk across the dusty plain to visit the large building that is surrounded by crops and cows. He walks through a large group of animals very cautiously, not wanting any of the male cows (bulls I think they're often called) to attack him. He's the Big Red Machine after all, it's pretty much inevitable. So much so in fact, that as soon as he begins thinking of the possibility, he hears the sound of hooves charging towards him, and turns around to see the bull's charging him at full pace. He shreiks in fear, before closing his eyes and bracing himself for the impact that is coming his way, but before he can fall victim to a cow related accident, he feels himself being lifted off of the ground. He opens his eyes to see Chyna has lifted him up off of the ground, and is bravely fighting off bulls with her incredibly huge oversized steroid-powered <censored>, much to his relief. Eventually, they're all dead. Awesome.
Kane: Hey, thanks for that Chyna. I er, I didn't know you could do that.
Chyna: Ain't no thing. Might as well use it for something now that I'm done with porn.
The entire group pause for a few seconds, before shaking their heads and making their way to the front door of the farm. Kane knocks, hoping the person inside is somebody that is willing to help them, and a huge grin emerges on his face when the door opens and it's none other than good old JR who is standing before them.
JR: Bah Gawd, Kane! Tori, Chyna, X-Pac, DDP! What the hell are you guys doing here?!
Kane: It's kind of a long story. Undertaker went missing so I left my locker room to go on an adventure and got into my wagon and these guys were all in my wagon so we rode out into the desert and then Tori thought Sting was The Undertaker and they all sang show-tunes and then Chyna killed all your bulls with her pussy because they attacked me because I'm the Big Red Machine and bulls don't particularly like red things from what I can gather.
JR looks across at Chyna, and his face drops into a frown. Oh wait no, that's his stroke side playing up again. Or is it? Well half of his face is drooped which I'm guessing is the stroke, the other side is kind of... neutral I guess. He isn't really showing any kind of emotion. Anyway, he finally speaks again with his southern, half faced drawl.
JR: Wow, that's crazier than my pet coon!
Suddenly, Bobby Lashley walks into shot. All five members of the fellowship's mouths drop open, not really sure what to make of the situation. They all look at one another, before breaking the fourth wall and staring down the camera. Is JR racist? Is Dan pushing the boundary here by using an extremely offensive racial slur? Is this acceptable what do we do?
Kane: That's... Wow. That's pretty racist there, Jim.
JR looks on in bemusement.
JR: What's your point?
Kane: Some people might find that offensive.
JR: Do I look like I give a *bleep* if people are offended? I have a black guy as a pet, I feed him 12 year old blonde girls and keep him in a cage.
Once again, the group look dumbfounded, as suddenly JR turns to face his pet... Lashley. Out of the blue, Lashley lunges...
Suddenly, Lashley bounds forward and the Fellowship takes a few steps back to counter it, before he bangs on his chest repeatedly and does the George of the Jungle/Tarzan thing. You know, he shouts like... AAAAH OOHWAHAHAAAAAA. The thing they normally do when they're swinging on vines and shit. Before long, the sound of stampeding is heard, and the group look to their right to see dust flying up into the air in the distance, and before long it becomes clear it's an entire army of people of colour. Kane has no problem with them at all, why would he? He's colourblind they're cool with him. But Chyna, wow. She flips the bird. She has balls. *cough*.
Kane: Chyna what the *bleep* are you doing?!
Chyna: Don't like blacks.
Kane looks on in shock, before remembering that there's an army of black gentlemen running towards them.
Kane: Shit, if we're gonna survive this we need some kind of distraction!
DDP bounds into action.
DDP: I HAVE JUST THE THING! Ladies and Gentlemen? Mr Conway Twitty.
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May 09, 13 at 6:47pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
I'M HERE TO SHOW THE WORLD! COME ON! COME ON!
"Ladies and gentlemen! The Show-Off! Dolph! Ziggler!"
As TCW returns live on the air the familiar theme song of the Show-Off Dolph Ziggler starts to play loudly over the pa system inside the arena. The crowd erupts into a chorus of boos echoing throughout the arena. Ziggler then comes walking out from behind the curtain and appears on top of the stage, with his usual in-ring attire and "Stealing The Show" T-shirt, which is available on TCWShop.com now! Layla isn't with him tonight she wasn't able to be there. Dolph starts to make his way down to the ring, flicking his hair at the crowd like he usually does and taunting them. He leaps onto the apron and over the top rope and stands on top of the turnbuckle and flicks his blonde hair at the crowd once more before grabbing the microphone off of Lilian Garcia.
"Thank you all for giving me that warm welcome"
Ziggler says with a half smile and half smirk, as the crowd begins to boo more.
"What you people haven't seen to get yet is, you can boo me as much as you want. It just helps me get in the zone. I love when people boo me. It puts me in that place where I can accomplish anything. Like I already have and know I can again!"
The crowd starts a "You Suck" chant and Ziggler starts to laugh to himself.
"Last week, I walked down that ramp like I do every week. And said to you all we would beat half of Evolution, and we did! Morrison and I accomplished what a lot of men in the back couldn't. And now, at No Mercy. We have to chance to become the first TCW Tag Team Champions!"
The crowd continues to boo Dolph as he continues to talk.
"Just imagine it! Dolph Ziggler and John Morrison, YOUR! Tag Team Champions! Morrison and I are carrying this tag team division on our backs. Sure we have competition with the Brothers of Destruction. But we stick with them in the ring and put on great matches with them! Next week, when Morrison and I come to WarZone we will be wearing gold around our waist. As your new! TCW Tag Team Champions! Show! OFF!"
Dolph Ziggler drops the microphone on the canvas and begins walking away as his theme song plays over the loud speakers as TCW takes another commercial break.
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May 09, 13 at 11:43pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Dashing Cody Rhodes’ slender frame pushed through the door with the Evolution nameplate, leaving behind the bump and bustle of loud music and sub-par looking, skinny women and his Evolution cohorts behind with click of a door. Amazing how much different the sound was in the split second before that door clicked shut, the music and voices instantly became muffled with that click. It was as if, with the close of the door, everything of his newfound life backstage with Evolution was extinguished, and he was back to what he was before he had received that call from Triple H. Alone.
But did he miss it? Did he miss not having to watch out for anyone but himself? Perhaps. But last week, when Triple H came to his aide when that fan verbally abused him. What would Dashing Cody Rhodes have done without Triple H at that point in time? It was likely he would be in prison for attempted murder. But he had a friend in Triple H. Or was it an acquaintance. Only time would tell.
The matter for which Rhodes was leaving the party was two parts needing fresh air, one part a knock on the door that had come earlier, telling him Paul Heyman wanted to talk to him. The sweaty rat surely wanted some dirty work done, but what could he possibly do? He only had the most dominant stable in all of TCW… but Heyman had specifically asked for Rhodes. Why? Did he see him as the leader? Was he the leader? Rhodes left the party, muttering that he’d go see what this was about, after contemplating not going for a few minutes because he didn’t give a damn what Heyman wanted. But he did need to step out of the room, and that heavily swayed the favor. He would talk to the sweaty rat..
A knock on the door, and Heyman looked up from his laptop, sweaty as ever. When Dashing Cody Rhodes walked into the room, Heyman’s face reflected the surprise of Rhodes’ at him actually responding to the message. After the initial shock, Heyman was on his feet, hand thrusted in the Dashing One’s general direction. Rhodes simply stared at Heyman’s hand, viewing it with a disgusted look on his face.
Heyman dropped his hand, looking nearly unhinged at the disrespect by the well-dressed youngster, but a warm look soon passed over his face.
Dashing Cody Rhodes rolled his eyes, and Heyman tried to ignore that fact. Both men were fully aware of what Heyman was doing, but only Heyman knew the specifics.
Dashing Cody Rhodes smiled and finally took a seat. That was a compliment he could really live with. Heyman sat down in his own seat, straining not to look exalted that he brought Rhodes out of his state of anger with him. He had flattered Rhodes, and now he could ask… *BAM* That thought was interrupted by a pounding on the table from Dashing Cody Rhodes.
With that, Dashing Cody Rhodes stood to his feet, knocking back Heyman’s chair to the floor, before turning and leaving the door open. The camera cuts back to a smiling Heyman, who had heard just what he wanted to. He always got his way.
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May 10, 13 at 8:32am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
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The scene opens on the sight of the Sultan of Sleaze, Alex Shelley, sitting alone in the back room of his new nightclub, 'Shelley's'. He holds an ice bag up to the side of his head, and clutches a cigarette in the other hand, the smoke from the tip slowly filling the room as he takes a long drag on the end, sucking in deeply before exhaling smoke out into the universe. His toe taps on the ground repeatedly, clearly showing signs of frustration that his big night has been ruined by the man who has been a permanent thorn in his side since his return to the industry. He leans forward on his desk, tapping his cigarette and causing ash to drop into a tray that bares his own face in the middle of it, before dropping the ice bag onto the desk with a thud. He gets out of his seat and walks around the desk to a window that overlooks the club dancefloor and bar, seeing that in spite of the shocking events of earlier this evening people appear to be having an enjoyable night. He smirks slightly, and as a light flicks on behind him we can see for the first time the full effects of the kick that he recieved earlier on, as bruising covers up almost the entire right side of his face. He quickly turns, seeing who it was that turned on the lamp on the other side of the room, and sees on again/off again squeeze Maryse looking at him across the room, wearing a plunging golden dress that shows off her famous cleavage. Shelley's eyes narrow in confusion, presumably not even knowing that Maryse was even in attendance tonight, before taking another long drag on his cigarette. The French Diva takes a few steps towards him, before frowning as she takes in the bruising on his face, which causes Shelley to move away from the window and move back to behind his desk. Maryse turns towards Shelley, leaning her hands on his desk which displays her finest assets to Shelley quite clearly. Before he has time to make any reference, she speaks to him.
Shelley lets out a deep sigh before once again taking a drag and exhaling smoke out into the room, before stubbing out the cigarette in the ashtray. He clearly thinks for a few seconds, rubbing his hand against his lightly stubbled chin, before looking across at Maryse, amazingly looking into her face and being able to resist the lure of her ample breasts. Eventually realising his difficulty, Maryse stops leaning on the desk, and drops back into a chair stationed opposite the Sultan.
Shelley slams his fist down onto the table which causes several items on the surface to fall over, but he clearly doesn't care as he slumps back into his chair. Maryse looks across at the Sultan of Sleaze, breathing deeply as she allows him a few seconds to breathe and calm down before she says something that she's sure is going to piss him off further. He looks across at her, shrugging his shoulders as if to hurry her on, clearly sensing she has something to say.
Maryse hesitates for a few moments as Shelley's eyes narrow, clearly expecting him to say something in response. Instead, he just stares coldly across the table at her, awaiting the inevitable 'but' that comes with this kind of conversation. After a little bit too long of a wait for his taste, he slams his hand down on the desk again, causing the blonde bombshell to jump in her chair, and stutter over her words ahead of regaining her composure and continuing on with the point she desired to make.
Shelley appears to think for a few seconds, before smirking and nodding as he replies to Maryse.
Maryse smirks as Shelley jumps up to his feet and makes his way toward the door, but she stops him in his tracks by calling his name. He turns back towards her with a raised eyebrow, and looks at her quizically as she gets up to her feet.
With that, Maryse approaches Shelley and pulls the blinds to the window closed, before dropping down to her knees as the camera fades to black.
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May 10, 13 at 9:50am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
The Wonderful Adventures of the Big Red Machine
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Apparently the distraction worked, because a few hours later wind find our gang sitting atop a cliff, overlooking a really big area of desert. Don't ask me how, or why, I was too busy listening to Conway Twitty, he had a lovely voice. So, DDP, X-Pac and Chyna are all sitting towards the front end of the cliff, whilst toasting marshmellows on a campfire they appear to have crafted, and they seem to be having a merry old time. Kane and Tori are sitting some way back from the trio, in the shadows a little bit, having an incredibly deep conversation about where their relationship is going to go from this point.
Tori: Right from the start, you were a thief, you stole my heart... And I, your willing victim. I let you see the parts of me that weren't all that pretty, and with every touch you fixed them. Now, you've been talking in your sleep... Oh, oh... Things you never say to me... Oh, oh... Tell me that you've had enough, of our love... Our love? Just give me a reason just a little bits enough, just a second we're not broken just bent, and we can learn to love again. It's in the stars, it's written in the scars on our hearts, we're not broken just bent, and we can learn to love again!
Kane: ...I'm sorry, I don't understand, where all of this is coming from, I thought, that we were fine.
Tori: Oh, we had everything.
Kane: Your head is running wild again, my dear we still have everything, and it's all in your mind!
Tori: Yeah but, this is happening.
Kane: You've been having real bad dreams, oh oh, you used to lay so close to me, oh oh... There's nothing more than empty sheets, between our love, oh oh oh oh, our love, our love.
Tori & Kane: Just give me a reason just a little bits enough, just a second we're not broken just bent, and we can learn to love again! It's still in the stars, it's still written on the scars on our hearts, and we're not broken just bent, and we can learn to love again!
Tori: Oh, tear ducts and rust!
Kane: I'll fix it for us!
Tori: We're collecting dust, but our loves enough!
Kane: You're holding it in...
Tori: You're pouring a drink!
Kane: Oh, nothing is as bad as it seems!
Tori: We'll come clean!
Tori & Kane: Just give me a reason just a little bits enough, just a second we're not broken just bent, and we can learn to love again! It's still in the stars, it's still written on the scars on our hearts, and we're not broken just bent, and we can learn to love again! Just give me a reason just a little bits enough, just a second we're not broken just bent, and we can learn to love again! It's still in the stars, it's still written on the scars on our hearts, and we're not broken just bent, and we can learn to love again!
Tori: Oh, oh oh, we can learn to love again! Oh, woh oh, can learn to love again! We can learn to love again...
Kane and Tori look into each other's eyes with a loving smile, as Chyna pipes in from across the area.
Chyna: That was *bleep*ing weird. You two are weirdos.
They look over at Chyna with a stern look on their faces, before looking back at one another.
Tori: You know, ever since we got back together there's been something I've really wanted to ask you...
Kane: Go ahead, anything.
Tori: I'd love to see your face, just once.
Kane: You're looking at it, baby.
Tori: No, I mean, without the mask.
Kane: What mask?
Tori: ...You... Your mask, the one on your face.
Kane: What are you talking about? I don't wear a mask?
Tori: What's the red and black thing on your face?
Kane: Uh, thats... My face?
Tori: But it's changed so much over time? You used to have a full one and then the mouth came off now this...
Kane: Bitch what year do you live in? Have you never heard of plastic surgery? Judging by your balloon titties you know exactly what I'm talking about.
Tori: I'm... I'm not really sure what to say.
Suddenly, a voice calls over from the rest of the group.
X Pac: Yo Taker's in that saloon over on the horizon, I can smell him from here.
Kane looks on in bemusement, having never noticed the smell of his dead and therefore rotting brother. Either way, he looks over the edge of the cliff and sees that X Pac could well be right, there is indeed a saloon there. The journey is almost complete.
Kane: If you're right, it sounds like we're almost there. We've almost found my brother, and we'll be able to bring him back to where he belongs. Thank you all for your help. We'll set off at sunrise...
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May 10, 13 at 5:16pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
- PARENTAL DISCRECTION IS ADVISED -
Recent Events: AJ shocked the TCW Universe by aligned with Dean Ambrose last week, luring Santino Marella into a vicious assault by the World Champion. Ambrose's night went from good to better as he picked up a victory of Cody Rhodes on Warzone, and his associate Brock Lesnar had Number One Contender Santino in an agonising Brock Lock - but for the second successive week Edge showed up through the crowd and laid out The Superbeast. If that wasn't bad enough, Paul Heymann announced that the King Vs Champion matchup at No Mercy will be inside a steel cage!
Chapter 14 - Therapy
THURSDAY, 25TH MAY 1995 – 10:30 AM
It felt like hours since I'd been told to sit in this chair. 'Now you sit there young man and Dr Carraway will call you in when he is ready to see you' said the lady in the dress. I looked over at her, she was sitting at her desk typing on an old typewriter. The noise was real loud. The other lady was using a computer. I couldn't find a clock anywhere in this place, it was just four plain walls. No posters or toys or anything. My legs swung back and forth as I waited and waited. What the heck is he doing in there? What makes him take so long?
Cutting people's brains out, Dean.
I'm tellin' ya.
No he doesn't. Mom said he's nice.
I heard that he cuts people's brains out if they're crazy. He talks to them, finds out what they think, and if he doesn't like it, he cuts your brain out puts in some other kid's body.
And what happens my brain?
He was leaning out the door. He was really tall, and really thin. He looked like the dentist I went to one time.
You better be careful what you say to this guy.
I looked at him and he looked at me. None of us spoke, I could just hear that dumb girl's typewriter in the background. He smiled at me. I didn't want to sit in that boring waiting room in that uncomfortable chair anymore so I walked in.
The office was really bright and colourful. The carpet was green and the walls were blue and his seat was red and my seat was this weird kind of colour that I don't really know how to describe. There were teddy bears and little toy cars and action figures. My friend Johnny has an Action Man, he brought it to school once but the teacher told him off and he never brought it in again.
I almost forgot he was here because I was so busy with the toy. I turned round and he saw he was sitting down in his seat with some papers and stuff but he wasn't looking at them he was just looking at me smiling and stuff.
Dr Carraway: Uh-huh.
He wasn't looking at me anymore, now he was looking at the paper and writing some stuff down. Without looking up he asked another question.
Dean Ambrose: No.
Dr Carraway: How come?
Do you see those skulls?
Look, on the window sills.
I dropped the toys and looked over, and there were skulls on the window sills. Skulls on the shelves. All different shapes and sizes. Is that what happens with people who say the wrong things?
I guess so.
I realised he was looking at me now again but I couldn't stop looking at the skulls. I heard him say stuff but I couldn't hear him, he said something about Santa Claus and being a good boy. But there were so many skulls. So many people who used to live and used to be in here and then died. His voice had replaced the type-writer as this annoying clicking in the background.
Dr Carraway: What did you say? What people?
Dean Ambrose: Those people. On the windows. Was it the devil that killed them?
He got up from his chair and came over beside me. He dropped onto his honkers and put his hand on my shoulder, looking at the window.
Dr Carraway: Do you see skulls, Dean?
How do you think they got there?
I don't know, I thought the devil made people die?
If the devil killed them, how did they get here?
I don't know. Am I wrong?
I don't know, Dean. Maybe? Maybe neither of us are wrong?
How do you mean?
Well, maybe the devil killed them. But if they got here, maybe he killed them...
I looked at Dr Carraway.
Are you...are you saying he's the devil?
Yes. Don't trust him.
Should I tell him?
Dean, you can't trust this guy. You can't trust anyone who's trying to help you. You were sent here because your teacher doesn't want to deal with you, and sent to school because mom doesn't want to deal with you. To put it bluntly, you...you can't trust anyone. The only people you have in this world are me, and yourself. Remember that. Whatever we do, it's ours, no-one can take it from us. We're a team, you and I. Remember that.
Dr Carraway paced down the corridor, eager to get to his 11:00am morning break. He met Theresa, his receptionist, and partner, for nearly ten years. She greeted him with a smile, he didn't return the act.
Dr Carraway: I just spent thirty minutes in a room with a kid who refused to talk, who refused to play with the toys, who refused to do anything.
Theresa: What's he in for?
Dr Carraway hushed his tone as they made their way through the parking lot, patient confidentially didn't mean much to him but if the higher ups heard him sharing details, even with his wife, he'd face serious consequences. In a whisper, he informs her.
Theresa's expression says it all - yikes. With a nod of his head, Carraway agrees with her shock. Trying to put her husband's mind at ease, she dismisses the incident with a shrug of her shoulders.
Carraway shakes his head as they get into the car.
With that, the car doors are slammed shut.
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May 11, 13 at 12:48pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
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The scene opens with the cameras focused on a black steel folding chair set up in the middle of an empty locker room. A couple of moments pass by with nothing appearing to happen, then we hear the sound of a door behind the camera being pushed open and then closed. That’s followed by a sigh, and the sound of approaching footsteps. The back of a man then comes into view, as he makes his way over towards the chair. As he sits himself onto the chair and looks up at the camera we find out that the man in question is none other than, CM Punk. The second Punk’s eyes focus on the camera the arena erupts with deafening boos. There’s noticeably no smirk from Punk though. Gone is his sly arrogant demeanour, and in its place appears to be a more stern pissed off looking Punk. Nobody else joins Punk in the locker room, and after a couple of seconds Punk begins to address the capacity crowd.
Punk was talking through gritted teeth, and almost sounded in pain at having to issue the apology. The fans weren’t exactly empathetic towards the uncomfortable situation that Punk had been put in. The straight edge superstar appeared to be about to stand up, and presumably exit, when he began to shake his head.
The fans seem unsure on exactly how to react to Punk, on one hand he’s someone who has constantly belittled them and berated them for their opinions. But on the other what he’s saying is true, and they appear to feel uncomfortable somebody who is showing them a level of respect.
Surprisingly the fans start to cheer what Punk is saying, and it appears that many in attendance at the arena tonight share the exact same opinion as him. Punk raises his eyebrow a touch, obviously a little taken back by the first positive reaction he’s gotten out of the crowd in a long time.
With that said Punk shoots up from the chair, knocking it flying across the room. He then makes his way out of view, as the fans again cheer what he has just said. The cameras then slowly fade to black, and we are returned to ringside.
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