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May 11, 13 at 4:14pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
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Record - 1/0/2
Finisher's: Ankle Lock, Brainbuster.
Hours before the No Mercy pay per view was scheduled to start, Kyle O'Reilly could be found sat alone, his trademark black jacket with the hood pulled over his head, head rested against the wall, overlooking his surrounds of the city streets, and the arena.
He chuckled to himself as he wiped his hand over his nose.
Tonight not only marks the beginning of the chaos that shall ensue in Total Championship Wrestling from here on out, no no no, it marks far more, it marks Kyle O'Reilly becoming the number one contender for his first championship title, every dragon needs a jewel on their body, and soon enough, this dragon shall have it's own, giving me more power, and with power comes greater destruction.
Kyle stands up and turns his back on the camera, resting his head against his hands that lay flat against the cold bricks in the wall.
Kyle turns around and looks at the camera with an angry expression on his face, not his normal cocky grin.
Kyle's demeanour changes to his psychotic grin as he rubs his hands together and looks up at the sky.
Kyle smirks at the camera as he walks away and heads inside the arena.
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May 12, 13 at 6:05am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Number One Contendership for the TV Title
Kyle O'Reilly vs. Mr. Kennedy vs. Antonio Cesaro
The camera feed reappears inside the arena. The camera pans over the crowd as the fans go wild with excitement. Most fans punch the air and wave there signs and scream at the top of their lungs just to be heard. The fans where having a good time tonight and it is about to be ruined as Antonio Cesaro theme music blasts out on the main stage. From behind the curtains, comes The International Sensation himself, Antonio Cesaro. Antonio Cesaro, wearing a “International Sensation” shirt, along with his wrestling trunks, knee pads and boots, walks out, with a grin on his face, welcomed by the crowd with boo's. Antonio Cesaro holds up his arms upwards and punches the air several times, as you can see he has a microphone in his hands. Antonio Cesaro then continues to walk down the ramp way, people reaching out to touch him, as he shrugs them off. Antonio Cesaro walks up the steel steps, and looks towards the crowd, holding his arms up and punching the air several times yet again. The crowd has no issue with booing at Antonio Cesaro, but it's not seeming to bother Antonio Cesaro very much, as he still has the grin on his face. Antonio Cesaro enters the ring slowly, and paces around for a little bit. A finally stops in his tracks, right in the middle of the ring, and begins to speak down into his microphone.
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May 12, 13 at 7:56am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Wade Barrett was in full on rampage mode as he charged through the locker room searching for his target. Trash cans were tossed aside with ease, tables toppled over throwing debris all over and most disturbingly production assistants thrown around like rag dolls. Alberto Del Rio had insulted the honor of Wade Barrett by striking him with a cheap shot last week and revenge was going to be served before their match, or at least that was the plan. However, Del Rio was nowhere to be found. His private locker room he reserved every week was completely empty, there were no ridiculously expensive sport cars parked in the garage and that tramp Melina wasn't busy sleeping with half of the locker room. As far as Wade Barrett could tell Alberto Del Rio had dropped off the face of the Earth. Barrett's storm crosses the horizon as it approaches the backstage interview set where some nameless jobber was being recorded cutting a promo with Josh Matthews. Without warning Barrett rushed the stage, nailed the jabroni with a Bull Hammer and grabbed Josh Matthews by his suit jacket while he threw him up against the wall! Barrett did not release his grip and moved face to face with the horrified interviewer. Matthews could smell the venom dripping off of Wade Barrett and could do little but squirm as Barrett barked out demands to him.
Wade Barrett: Where in the bloody hell is Alberto Del Rio?!?
Josh Matthews: He's...he's not here!
Wade Barrett: Then where is that damnable coward?
Josh Matthews: Del Rio is hiding! He...knows you are looking for him. I heard he won't show up until right before the Money in the Bank match is set to begin! Please don't hurt me that's all I know.
Barrett's tempestuous attitude turns calm almost instantaneously. He lowers Matthews back to the ground and lets off his iron grip. Barrett he goes so far as to smooth of Josh's now wrinkled jacket. As he turns to leave Josh Matthews asks a quick question.
Josh Matthews: Would you mind giving me a few words about your match tonight?
Wade Barrett: Sure...no problem. I've got some things I wanted to say about the clowns I'm competing against tonight anyway.
Josh Matthews: Alright, well one thing that has been bothering some in the TCW universe is that two of the six competitors in Money in the Bank tonight are members of Evolution. Does it bother you that Cody Rhodes and Triple H may be working in collusion to bring this coveted prize back to their stable.
Wade Barrett: No, it does not bother me Josh and I'll tell you why: The nature of man is greed for one's self. Only the best of humanity can overcome this inherent greed to put the good of others in front of their own self interests. While Triple H and Cody Rhodes can have no problem getting a long when their goal is the advancement of Evolution...Money in the Bank is not about group success it's about the individual. Which individual has the strength, courage, stamina, luck and cunning to survive and outlast the competition. When it comes down to it I can not see either Triple H or Cody Rhodes overcoming their own burning desire to win this prize to put their group in front of that interest. They may make it a little tough for others to break ground early if they can manage to stick together, but sooner or later the other shoe will drop and one of them will turn on the other. It's the very nature of Evolution. The strong survives and the weak dies off.
Josh Matthews: Another man you are very familiar with is going to be in this match tonight. It is none other than Captain Charisma Christian Cage.
Wade Barrett: That was some nice alliteration there Josh, but that's about all Christian has going for him. I intentionally goaded him in to getting angry for last week's match and he still could not over come the Barrett Barrage. I do have to give him credit for his stubbornness. The man does not go away easily that is for sure. He is like a tiny gnat that keeps sticking around to annoy me and refuses to bugger off like the rubbish he is. Christian I am warning you, if you cross my path for a third time tonight you will be swatted like the insect that you are!
Josh Matthews: Also in the Money in the Bank match is one of the odds-on favorites, the Sultan of Sleaze, Alex Shelley. What are your thoughts on this competitor?
Wade Barrett: I've got to be honest with you Josh, Alex Shelley is not an easy person to get a read on. He is an enigma, and I would doubt it if even he truly understands himself. In spite of his size the man is a force to reckon with inside the wrestling ring, and yet he seems to put his wrestling abilities on the back burner for side-show distractions. What kind of TCW wrestler owns a night club and is seen rubbing elbows with Hollywood reporters? It just does not add up to me. Even accounting for this I am not foolish enough to discount the very real possibility of Alex Shelley coming out of this match with the brief case in hand. He's the best natural high-flier in the match and is easily the most comfortable of us when it comes to ladder matches. If Shelley is on his game then he very well could walk out of No Mercy as Mr. Money in the Bank. With all of that said though I do not believe this will happen tonight.
Josh Matthews: If you do not mind me ask, why is that?
Wade Barrett: The reason is very simple, Alex Shelley is not on his game. CM Punk is in his head and controlling his thoughts. Every waking hour of Alex's is spent dwelling on CM Punk and because of that he is not focused on Money in the Bank. Every moment that Alex Shelley spends obsessed with Punk is a moment that he is not preparing for the Barrett Barrage. That is a mistake I will not let him survive!
Josh Matthews: There is one competitor left for us to discuss. A man that you have are not very fond of...
Wade Barrett: Alberto Del Rio is a pompous, arrogant horse's ass! When I find him I'm going to...
Suddenly, an intern crept on to the set and choked out a few words in Josh's ear.
Josh Matthews: I am receiving news that Alberto Del Rio's car just pulled in to the parking garage.
Without another word or even a thank you Wade Barrett sprinted away from the interview in the direction of the parking garage. A gold chameleon painted Lambroghini was brashly parked longways taking up three parking spots. Wade rushed over to the extravagant automobile and flung the door open. Without a hesitation Barrett snatched Del Rio out of the car and slammed him back first on the hood of the Lamborghini. It was only then that he realized the driver was in fact Ricardo Rodriguez and not Alberto Del Rio. Ricardo was shouting something fierce in Spanish at Barrett, but he did not concern himself with that jibberish.
Wade Barrett: You tell me where your boss is right now or swear to all that is holy I will crush your face in right now!
Ricardo Rodriguez: Alberto...Alberto is not here! You will not see him until the match! If you harm me he will come after you! Do not hurt me, senor!
Wade Barrett: Well, in that case I wanted you to give your a boss a message from Wade Barrett.
Barrett lifted Ricardo up from the hood of the car and dropped him on to the cold, hard pavement of the parking garage. Ricardo dusts himself off and smirks at Barrett knowing his implied threat was successful.
Ricardo Rodriguez: What would that message be?
Wade Barrett: Oh...well just THIS!
Barrett was on Ricardo in an instant and delivered a bone shattering Bull Hammer to Ricardo who slumped to the ground like a bag of potatoes! With that done, Barrett laughed as he strode away feeling a bit of satisfaction that one small part of his revenge against Del Rio had been accomplished...the next phase would begin tonight...
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May 12, 13 at 9:08am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
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The scene opens on the one and only General Manager of Total Championship Wrestling, Mr Paul Heyman, sat behind his desk in his office backstage at the arena playing host to the No Mercy Pay Per View, the Pepsi Centre in Denver, Colorado. He sits at the desk in his trademark baseball cap that is emblazoned with the TCW logo, and a sports jacket that covers a casual looking button-up shirt. The long-time authority figure signs off his name on several documents that we're unable to distinguish from his distance, but clearly isn't happy about them as he lets out an audible grunt in frustration with every signature. After a few moments, he looks up at the television screen that's stationed in the corner of his room, and it's showing an pre-recorded interview with one of TCW's many superstars in attendance tonight. He raises his hand to his mouth, coughing into it a couple of times, struggling with something in his throat, and almost chokes to death on whatever it is as his office door slams open, and the Sultan of Sleaze himself steps inside the room with purpose. Heyman's eyes widen as Shelley storms around the table, and grabs Heyman by the scruff of the neck before lifting him out of his chair and slamming him against the wall of the office. Heyman looks horrified at his unwelcome guest and is sweating profusely as Shelley simply glares into his boss's eyes.
With that, Shelley releases Heyman, who drops down to his knees and begins trying to regain his breath as the Sultan of Sleaze makes his way back around the desk and heads towards the door, but before he can leave the room Heyman calls out for him, and the incredibly frustrated looking MITB contender turns back around, taking off his RayBan's as he glares across the room at the General Manager. After a few moments, Heyman is back on his feet, and is leaning forward on his desk, looking Shelley in the eye.
Shelley takes a sharp step forward and slams his hands down on the desk, which takes Heyman aback and he jumps backwards, removing his own hands from the desk. His eyes instinctively widen in surprise, but it doesn't take long for them to narrow as he rolls his tongue around inside of his mouth, staring across the desk at the Sultan of Sleaze, who remains motionless as he leans forward. Eventually, Shelley prompts Heyman to speak again, but the GM remains silent for a couple of seconds, trying to think of a more tactful way of making his point, not wanting to piss of Shelley more than he already has.
Alex looks across at Heyman, stern faced, before a smirk emerges onto his face. He lets out a short chuckle as he looks down at the desk, before lifting his head up and looking at Heyman once again. He slowly walks around the desk once again, getting closer and closer to the General Manager, who's eyebrow crinkles in concern as Shelley gets further towards him. Shelley stomps on the ground, suggesting he's going to lunge towards his boss, and Heyman stumbles backwards before dropping into his chair and rolling back across the room. Shelley chuckles once again, before crouching down and looking Heyman dead in the eye.
Heyman looks on in shock, not entirely sure what to say to Shelley, though in the back of his mind he realises that Shelley probably has a point. He rubs his hand across his forehead, removing any sweat that has formulated on his brow, before looking up at Shelley with a desperation filled scowl. Suddenly, an idea appears to formulate in his mind, and he quickly types something up on his computer, before printing it off and handing it to Shelley, who looks down at the piece of paper in bemusement.
Heyman looks up at the Sultan hopefully, desperately wanting him to accept the deal, and Shelley smirks once more. He looks the contract up and down, and after deciding that everything is in order, he looks back at Heyman. He extends his hand without saying a word, and Heyman shakes it with a grin.
With a smirk, Shelley turns away from Heyman and makes his way out of the room, clutching his guarentee of a match with CM Punk tightly in his hand.
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May 12, 13 at 10:03am ^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)
There is only about an hour before the show begins, and Jayson Anthony Paul seems distraught. Usually the man who shed his former "gangsta" persona a month ago prepares for his matches by meditating or otherwise calmly gathering his thoughts. Tonight, however, he paces back and forth in his locker room. For the first time in TCW, Jayson Anthony Paul appears to be nervous. Before, he could go into a match relaxed and ready to fight. Right now, something bothers him. Could it be the fact that tonight is a pay-per-view event? Could it be his opponent? Who knows? One person is willing to find out. The sound of a door opening and closing weakly generates a response from Jayson Anthony. He looks to the source of the noise and finds Josh Matthews slowly approaching him. Decked out in a neck brace with his ribs wrapped in medical tape walking on crutches and wearing a boot on his left leg while sporting a black right eye, Josh is ready to interview JAP.
"Damn, Josh. It looks like you have gotten your ass beat repeatedly by multiple people over the past few months or so."
"Well, you know what happens when you piss off Brock Lesnar."
"Lesnar did all that to you?"
"Other people like to assault and batter their interview as well. If I wanted I could probably press charges, but then I'd get fired for not showing up to interview people as I would be in court."
"I'm...pretty sure that's illegal."
"I know. That's why I don't want to risk doing it."
Paul stares quizzically at his interviewer, trying to make sense of what he has revealed. In a way, it does explain why Josh Matthews seems to get beat up and nearly hospitalized on an almost weekly basis yet still returns the next week as if it never happened.
"Anyway, do you mind if I ask you a few questions?"
"No. Go ahead."
"This is your first big match at a pay-per-view in years, maybe even your entire life. How are you preparing for it?"
"It is...hard to concentrate really. With everyone running around to try to make the show perfect and people using every spare room for their own personal use, it is hard to find a place where I can just relax and meditate. I really would like to unwind and be at peace, but I cannot seem to do that. It is impossible to get some privacy and it is so loud everywhere you go. I'm just a bit stressed out right now."
"That's understandable seeing as your facing CM Punk for the TV Title. Any words on your opponent tonight?"
"Back in the day, I liked to watch the indy-scene to get a glimpse of people who would rise up in the ranks. I remember watching CM Punk wrestle the likes of Chris Hero and Colt Cabana and thinking, 'This guy is good. I hope they don't hold him down like they've held me. He is main event material now, and those bigwigs running things here should really look into him.' Over the years, though, when he finally got to the top, he changed. He became one of them. He became so full of himself and refused to help the men below him, the men who were on his level, just so he could bask in the glory for a bit longer. Just saying his name puts a bitter taste in my mouth. Tonight, I plan on shutting him up and showing him that, during his time at the top, he forgot a few things about wrestling."
"Thank you for your time. Good luck in your match tonight."
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May 12, 13 at 10:40am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
’King’ Santino Marella
Rolling Black Out (Rolling DDT Guillotine) | Death by Judo (Tazplex)
We open up on a large room, about the size of a football field. The room has dark red walls, the color of almost dry blood. On one side of the long edged wall there is an elegant fireplace, marbled hearth with a giant portrait of Santino in his kingly gear just above it. The fire roars from within as logs crackle with fire consuming them. On the other side exactly opposite of the magnificent fire place is an enormous and elaborate desk made of the finest wood stained a deep cherry almond color. On each corner there is a genuine leather covering bolted to it with fine sterling silver bolts each with a diamond placed in the center. Just above this amazing desk are five television monitors in an arc mounted on the wall. The center monitor is a whopping fifty-five inch screen, then there are two on either side of it all the same size at thirty-two inches. Each screen has something different on it. The big screen in the center is playing a video of a Dean Ambrose match. The screen is paused and then resumes playing for a few seconds only to be paused again. The top left monitor has a 3D image of Ambrose with his arms spread out wide and spinning. Information about the current TCW Champ scrolls in on the side of the screen as he spins with occasional lines pointing at certain areas of the body and sometimes circling them. The bottom left screen has an in-depth profile of the mad man from Cincinnati, including his time as a child in psycho-therapy. The top right screen is playing only his voice from his numerous promos with the sound waves being analyzed for stress, truth, and dishonesty. The bottom right screen is highlighting the mad man’s associates, Brock Lesnar and AJ Lee. A quick screening of the two crazed individuals that follow this man’s every command, with a small section for their attributes posted in either corner of the screen.
The room is dark with no windows to let any light into the room the only illumination is coming from the fireplace and the monitors above the desk. The man sitting at the desk looking at the monitors in front of him is none other than The King Santino Marella. Santino is wearing a silk black button up shirt with the top button un-done, smooth black slacks that the shirt is tucked into and a heavy silver and golden yellow watch on his left wrist. He sits there leaned back in a luxury leather chair with his right elbow resting on the arm of the chair and his face resting in his hand just staring at the screens in front of him. A tired look is upon him and he can’t seem to stop watching the screens in front of him. It looks as if the man hasn’t slept in days. In his left hand his pulls up a remote and pauses the screen in the middle and leans forward to examine it. Santino sighs and shakes his head before hitting the play button again to resume the match.
Entering from the left of Santino is a butler of sorts carrying a shining silver tray with three white cups on it, one is larger than the other two, and two silver spoons. He is dressed in typical butler garb, wearing a black and white suit and with blindingly shiny black shoes. The slender, older white male with a grey mustache brings this tray to the side of Santino and lowers it so that he may see what he brought him. Santino perks up a little bit and glances at the three cups then straightens his posture to grab the larger cup and bring it to the desk in front of him. ”Thank you Pennyworth.” Santino manages to utter in a half jawed tone.
”My pleasure Sir. Would you like milk or honey with your tea?” Pennyworth grabs one of the silver spoons and dips it into the milk awaiting a response from Santino. Truth be told Pennyworth already knows the answer to this question, but asks to be polite anyway. Santino just nods without making such a noise and Pennyworth puts in two spoons of milk and then one spoon of honey and stirs the tea for his master. Santino doesn’t say a word before taking a sip of the steaming tea and leaning forward even further to look at the upper left screen. ”Is this all you require of me at the moment Sir?” Santino breaks away from his screen to look up at Pennyworth with a questioning look.
”Jarvis, do you know what my father told me as a child?” Santino looked at the man with those questioning eyes of his.
”I’m sure he told you many things when you were a child Sir. Perhaps you can elaborate a little further for me.” Jarvis sets the silver tray down on the end of the desk and folds his hands in front of him awaiting a response from his master.
”When I was being bullied at school and getting my lunch money stolen I hid it from my father for weeks until finally I summoned the courage to come to him and tell him what was going on. He called the boy a criminal and that there was one way to deal with criminals. Do you know what he told me?” Santino has now turned his chair to face Jarvis who now has a pondering look on his face. The butler takes several moments to think about what he could have possibly been told before answering.
”I’ve been with you and your family since you were a boy and I do remember this incident, but forgive me Sir I do not recall what your father told you to do. When I was a boy I had a similar issue and my father taught me how to throw a few good combinations and that seemed to solve my bully problem, but I don’t see your father being the type to do the same.” Santino stares up at his old friend and smiles remembering the stories he has told him of the times when he was bullied and how he had fought back. That smile however soon turned to a stone face, no emotion.
”My father called him a criminal and there was only one way to stop them. He told me that criminals aren’t complicated or hard to understand or defeat, we just have to figure out what they are really after. Once you know what they are truly after then you can exploit that and defeat them. He taught me how to look for the weakness in a bully. I finally found out why he had been doing what he was doing and what he was really after. I found a way to get him to stop bullying me because of those tricks and I was never bullied again by anyone. Not a salesman, a police officer, or even my father.” Santino turns and faces the screens once more. He reaches out and grabs a hold of the tea in front of him and takes a long sip from the cup. Santino sits the cup back down on the table and grabs the remote in his left hand and pauses the center screen on a close up of Dean Ambrose’s face. The straggly hair covering the mad man’s face and a wicked smile forming from ear to ear. Santino stares at the screen for a few moments before pointing at it with the remote. ”What is this man after? What is his reasoning behind the madness?”
Santino has indirectly asked his butler for an answer that he didn’t expect him to have, but to his surprise he is about to give him one. ”If I may speak freely Sir.” Santino turns and nods in approval. ”Maybe this man is someone you don’t fully understand. A long time ago, before I came into the service of your family, a few buddies of mine were in a small village of Brazil. We were working for the local government in trying to secure the local lands for a new settlement. There was already mistrust among the people that had been living on the lands and the local government so to smooth things over the government was giving food, water, and jewels to the people as a way of apology. This would have worked however there was a bandit that was raiding their caravans and stealing the jewels. The government then sent us out to search for this bandit and recover the jewels. In six months’ time though we never found the bandit or met with anyone that he could have possibly traded with him.” Jarvis shifts his position and takes a closer step towards his master who is still sitting in his chair, no longer leaning back but now forward intrigued by this story. ”One day shortly after, I saw a child of a nearby village playing with a rock that shined as bright as the sun. When I got a closer look I realized that this was one of the diamonds that were stolen several months ago. When I asked the child where he had found this rock he took me to a nearby area where the locals threw their trash away. The bandit had been throwing the jewels away.”
Santino cocks his head to the right with a confused look on his face. ”So why steal them if not to sell them?” He asked in a bewildered tone.
”Well because he thought it was good sport Sir; because some men aren’t looking for anything logical like money. They can’t be bought, bullied, reasoned, or negotiated with. Some men….Just want to watch the world burn.” Jarvis takes a step back and Santino leans back in his chair and places his head back into his right hand leaning on the arm rest. ”May I take leave of you now Sir or do you need anything else from me at this moment?” Santino turns his chair to face the monitors and waves off the butler with his left hand. Jarvis grabs the silver tray up from the desk and turns to take his leave of the room. Once he gets to the door he opens it halfway and then turns to face his master and just sighs before exiting through the door.
”There has to be something; some weakness that I haven’t seen yet.” Santino sits at the desk sipping his tea as he watches his monitors flicker with motion, yet to reveal the answer to which he so desperately needs.
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May 12, 13 at 10:54am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
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We once more join The Undertaker inside of the run down saloon he’s appeared to make a second home. The regulars of the tavern don’t seem as cautious around him as they once were, and a few even have built up enough courage to talk to him over the few weeks, not that they get much in a way of a response though. However the atmosphere tonight is one of slight concern, not for their safety or of fear that The Undertaker would flip out on them. Instead it’s a concern of why is he still there, since making his first visit the patrons have taken to following the dead man’s career quite closely, and as such are aware that he is scheduled to compete for the TCW Tag Team championships tonight. Yet here he sits, showing no sign of moving or even the slightest bit of interest in competing in tonight’s match. Something that has everybody worried, could it be that their warrior has lost heart? Nobody was sure exactly what the reason for Taker not wanting to compete was, and almost all of them didn’t have the nerve to ask. As the time passed it seemed the fear of Taker possibly losing a match by default overrode the fear of his reaction, and finally somebody got up the courage to question The Phenom.
There was a nervous stuttered delivery to the question, as the young man who could’ve been no more than twenty-one stood at the side of The Undertaker hoping for some sort of answer. As did the rest of the bar, as they all eagerly watched wanting the last outlaw to shoot up from his seat and make his way towards the exit. The only response from Taker was a disinterested stare, followed by a shrug of the shoulders. Still not exactly sure on the reason for Taker’s sudden disinterest in competing, the man pushed on with his questioning.
Taker looked around the room, to see many people nodding in agreement with what had just been said. Clearly he’d become more than just a regular to them, it appeared as though he’d taken up position as their champion. Most of them people that drunk in the bar lead meaningless lives with very little excitement, so it was as if they’d clung to Taker feeding off of his success and using it as a source of joy for their otherwise lowly lives. After accessing the mood in the room Taker decided to give a reason for his actions for once, clearly understanding the connection he now shared with these people.
Though they were disappointed with Taker’s response, they at least now understood why he didn’t want to fight. On some level they now even understood just why he chose to spend his time in such a run down place, considering his level of fame. In the same way they clung to him to give their lives fulfilment, he clung to them to keep himself grounded. The young man went back over to his drink, and The Undertaker returned to his hoping that he’d put the issue to bed. Little did he know what was waiting for him around the corner though…
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May 12, 13 at 11:39am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Number One Contendership for the TV Title
Kyle O'Reilly vs. Mr. Kennedy vs. Antonio Cesaro
The cameras cut backstage as we find none other than Antonio Cesaro standing there. Tonight he had a match, a match that would change his career forever. He has been losing to many matches here and now it is finally time to turn it all around for him. He has just come out of his locker room, his jacket off he is just in his wrestling trunks, he was ready to compete. He stands outside his locker room as the camera pans outwards a little bit as standing beside him is none other than Todd Grisham. Antonio Cesaro looks down at the small man and rolls his eyes as Todd Grisham raises the microphone upwards and begins to speak down into it, not wanting to waste any time what so ever.
Antonio Cesaro: I knew that people like you had lost faith in me. I knew that everyone failed to listen to a thing I had said earlier. Everyone still believes in Kyle O'Reilly, everyone still believes that he will defeat me tonight. I am the International Sensation for crying out loud. Women want to be with me and men just want to have a chance to be me for an hour. Kyle O'Reilly is and always will be nothing. I have heard everything he has said, I have wasted my time watching all of his matches here. I am not impressed by him. I am not even a little bit impressed. So to have someone like you come up and say that I am going to lose to someone like him tonight is an insult that I cannot forgive.
Antonio Cesaro: I know you are just doing your job. Right now I am just under a lot of pressure. If I fall to Kyle O'Reilly then I have lost another match and that will mean I will have been knocked further down the ladder. Every single time I climb up it something happens and I slip back down. Look at all of my matches in the past month. Each and every time I come close to the victory, only to have it yanked away from me in the last moment. I deserve better than what I am getting. Every time I get into the ring I outperform everyone and yet I still walk out a loser and not the winner that I know I am. Tonight is an important night for me, tonight is all about me turning things around. I have said that time and time again, but this time my words actually hold some truth behind them. I know what kind of man Kyle O'Reilly is and I know how to defeat him. Like I said he is the man that I have to defeat tonight, Mr.Kennedy does not exist in this match, he is a waste of space in my eyes and unworthy of any of my time.
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May 12, 13 at 11:44am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
"The Instant Classic" Christian Cage
Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock. Cage was counting down the seconds. Soon enough, he would be World champion again. Tonight, when he won Money in the Bank would be the start. That would be when Cage got what he rightfully belonged. What all the people tried to continuously take from him. Just like they ripped it out of his hands before….
He was on top of the world. It had been over a decade in this industry before he had finally one a true big one. Not a world title in TNA. No. TNA was a joke. But over a decade until he had finally captured the Big Gold Belt. It was glorious. His best friend had been cheering him on the whole way, right as he took down that title and finally proved all his naysayers wrong. Christian Cage was the World Champion. That time….seemed so long ago. It wasn’t even a week until he had been screwed over. Told to give up the title just two days later. All his hopes, his dreams, everything he had worked for….they were gone in a puff of smoke. Just because other people thought they knew better. Just because other people wanted to line their own pockets.
Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock. Cage had decided on his path of hatred during those last few moments. When the climax had come and he had been forced to watch that title he so rightfully deserved slip out of his grasp, nothing he can do to stop it. THAT was when Cage had decided they were useless. Months passed. He had tried, but they wouldn’t let him take it back. No, they had to keep the title on the way to fill their wallets. Respect for Cage? There was none. Maybe he had just needed to put on a show. Show the fans what they wanted. Then maybe they would’ve given it back to him. Then, maybe they would’ve realized Christian Cage deserved the title. No.
They threw him a title, no doubt about that. But that title was nothing to him! He had wasted away his career for near two decades and had only achieved that glory twice. And then it had been ripped away from him! Now he was stuck with the scraps they decided to “grace” him with. Bullshit. Then he even had those taken away from him! No build-up, no way to see where this was going. Just being told it’s gone. The facade was all for nothing. More time went by. And then he was injured. Left on the sideline. He was looking as all these upstarts were given their places right next to the moon and Cage….the dedicated Cage who had given his life to the business was told “no, we aren’t ready for you to come back yet.” He was 100%. There was nothing stopping him….except the same exact people who had always told him “no.”
Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock. No. Cage had to snap out of it. He couldn’t spend all night wallowing in self-pity. Time only moved forward. The seconds were still counting down. We can’t change history….but we can learn from it. And tonight….Cage was ready. He was the king of the ladder match. People learned from watching him. Now was the time to pull out every trick, everything he knew, and unleash it upon the others. Christian Cage was amazing. He was the greatest thing in this company, in this world. But he could not deny that he was no monster. He was not a Phenom or a Super Beast. He could not rip the ring in half like a half-witted behemoth or conjure lightning, or darkness, or flame. Instead, Cage was driven. He was not a pyromancer, but he was in full control of the flame inside him. This was not the time to hold back.
Tonight it was No Mercy and Cage was to show no mercy. No disqualification. Use everything to his advantage. Do not stop. That title belonged to him. That briefcase belonged to him. He could hear the thoughts running through his mind; picture all the possibilities before him. There was nothing else that mattered tonight. The idiot fans? They were all static. The gnats buzzing around in the back? Pests he would swat out of the way. The ones in the ring…..they were below him. He was practically a demigod, they were mortals. And tonight, Cage was grabbing his ticket to Mount Olympus. To immortality. He wouldn’t need to care about time when he finally grasped his right to immortality. Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock…
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May 12, 13 at 11:45am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
The Wonderful Adventures of the Big Red Machine
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The scene opens on the band of merry men, women, and Chyna's storming across a large desert plain on horseback, delightedly heading towards a saloon that rests in a small village in the middle of nowhere, tumbleweeds flying down the road, dust spinning around in the air, and jews being battered with sticks. With a smirk, Kane lifts his arm up and the group grind to a halt, before letting out a deep sigh and turning towards his followers. He jumps down off of his horse before helping Tori down, and watching as the others jump down as well.
Kane: Guys... This is it. This is the place. This is the moment that we find my runaway Brother, and we take him back to where he belongs... The Wrestling Ring. I can't tell you enough how incredibly thankful I am to have you on my journey... To have been reuinted with the love of my life, my best friend, X Pac. It's nice to see DDP again too. Chyna... Racism aside you've been pleasant. All we ha-
X Pac: Yo Kane, I'm not being a dickwad or anything but we're kind of running on a tight schedule here, if we could get on with this it'd be awesome.
X Pac turns around as he hears Chyna and DDP snickering behind him, and they look at him with grins on their faces.
X Pac: Sorry, did I say something amusing?
DDP: You said tight, hah. As in, the thing Chyna isn't.
Chyna cackles at this, but the other three members of the group look on in frustration. Kane shakes his head before pointing towards the saloon, and the group continue their journey on foot, slowly making their way towards the building. The camera pans around to show them walking along in a line of five, each person slowing down into an extremely peculiar walk, making their journey an awful lot longer as they slooowly move across the plain. Eventually, they stop outside the door, looking it up and down with a deep exhalation of breath.
X Pac: You ready for this, Bro?
Kane pauses for a few seconds, before nodding.
DDP: Lets go get us a Deadman...
With that, Kane pushes open the door, and looks around the bar area. He spots a tall figure sitting on a stool just in front of the bar, and lets out a strong breath as he realizes he's accomplished his goal. Before he can make a move towards his Brother, Tori takes several steps forward and exclaims loudly;
Tori: Holy shit, it's Sting!
Kane growls in anger, before grabbing her by the arm and pulling her back towards him so hard that she moves past him, landing in the arms of X Pac, who winks at her with a grin. She pulls away from him just in time to see Kane start walking towards his brother, and the rest of the Fellowship follow after, staying a few paces behind the Big Red Machine.
Taker slowly turns his head to the side, to see his brother slowly approaching him. Taker doesn’t give much in the way of an acknowledgement of the Big Red Machine’s presence, just a subtle nod before returning his attention towards the mirrored bar wall in front of him. Kane stands beside his older brother for a few seconds hoping for some kind of verbal response, but he gets nothing. Realising he was going to get little cooperation he decides to take the initiative.
Kane: Brother, we have a match tonight. I don’t know what is going on with you lately, but I need you by my side tonight.
Taker continues to stare straight at the wall in front of him, before again slowly turning to face Kane and finally giving a verbal response to his brother.
The Undertaker: Sorry, I can’t fight with you tonight.
Taker then again turns away from his brother. Kane stands looking a little bit puzzled, after all this searching to be defeated so easily seemed almost heartbreaking. The rejection clearly took effect on the rest of the Fellowship as well, as they couldn’t help but see the funny side in it. They did well to mask… ooop… They did well to hide their laughter though, despite his recent change in attitude Kane wasn’t exactly a man you’d want to catch laughing at you. Deciding that he actually needed a reason, Kane decided to press on with his attempts to draw his brother back.
Kane: Why? Have you actually got a reason to not compete tonight?
The Phenom takes a sip of his drink, and this time doesn’t even turn to face Kane as he gives his response.
Taker: Have you actually got a reason for me to compete?
Again Kane was taken back by the response, he’d never before had to try and talk his brother into a fight. Usually it would be Taker leading the charge, but all of a sudden he was faced with the impossible situation of trying to convince The Phenom to go to war. Kane started to back away, appearing to be admitting defeat. Before he got to the Fellowship though he turned back to face his brother, and had one last thing to say.
Kane: How about because I’m your brother, and I need you to fight alongside me tonight.
Kane and the rest of the Fellowship all head towards the door, and step back into the sunlight. Only to come to a sudden stop as the sound of a bottle being slammed down rings around the bar. They then turn back to see Taker getting to his feet, he reaches for his hat and puts it on before turning to face Kane and walking towards him. He doesn’t say a word, he just nods and pushes past his brother and makes his way out of the bar. Kane smirks, as he turns and follows his brother with the rest of the Fellowship.
Tori: I’m glad you’re coming back with us Sting.
The preceding has been a Disenchanted and Jaffers production.
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May 12, 13 at 2:21pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
By Shiny & The Voiceless
Cody Rhodes would rub his mustache and yell, "Foiled again!" if his upper lip wasn't so bare.
But that's just what had happened, right? Evolution had gotten involved, and Rhodes had lost. Surely this would stir up some anger in the newly formed Evolution. On top of that, each member of Evolution had picked up a loss. Triple H had fallen to The Undertaker. Orton and Batista had lost to ZiggMo, a name those backstage had jokingly given the pair, and Cody Rhodes had become just another tally on the board of Dean Ambrose' winning streak. Were Evolution stirred up? These were all questions that newly-reinvented reporter, Josh Matthews, was begging to ask.
Josh Matthews stalks eagerly outside the door of Evolution. He had been here before - waiting to interview some monstrous, angry superstar. Now there were four of them! Matthews had been pummeled by so many superstars in his days as a TCW interviewer! His mother called him every day, begging him to find a less dangerous job, but Momma, Josh Matthews has a purpose! He was born to ask the questions! He was born to expose and exploit! Josh Matthews knocks on the door, and gasps, looking at his own fist as if to say, "what the hell did you go and do that for?"
The door is pulled open, and the face of Dashing Cody Rhodes looks out, a grimace on his face. He looks back into the room as we hear Triple H yell out, "Who is it man?" Rhodes simply raises a hand into the room as if to say I got this. He steps outside, and closes the door behind him. Matthews has an exasperated look on his face as he sighs. The color in Rhodes' eyes seem to fade as he eyes Josh Matthews. The disrespect. Matthews, remarkably, shows no fear, and doesn't even try to look happier that only Rhodes joins.
Dashing Cody Rhodes doesn't hear most of the question. This hideous little fluke of sexual reproduction just degraded Dashing Cody Rhodes by leaving off part of his identity. He doesn't deserve an answer to whatever he asked. Dashing Cody Rhodes simply stares at Josh, before reaching back and knocking on the door labeled 'Evolution.' Josh Matthews freezes. Dashing Cody Rhodes had just called in the cavalry. The door opens and out steps Triple H, another member of Evolution. He is dressed in a suit, but he has certainly loosened up - his tie is loose, his top buttons is undone, lipstick is all over his face - and Josh looks into the room curiously to see a few finely dressed 'escorts' all looking inquisitively toward the three.. two men and a measly little boy. Triple H closes the door softly and turns to Dashing Cody Rhodes.
Dashing Cody Rhodes: This little thing showed me an utter lack of respect. He just called me Cody Rhodes. How hard is it for these people to accept that I am DASHING Cody Rhodes. I am so dashing that it warrants a place in my name. This idiot simply won't accept that. He has disrespected me and by extension, he has disrespected the process of Evolution. We cannot stand for this.
Triple H: You're right; we can't. Evolution should be embraced, not fought. Don't worry about it though. This mere interviewer is not by any means worth our valuable time. We have a Money in the Bank contract to win. Soon everyone will embrace Evolution... everyone.
Matthews' face suddenly turns red as he realises that he may have walking into another beating. He has half a mind to run away as fast as he can, but he is determined to get an interview. Trying not to show how afraid he is, he speaks to Triple H, stuttering wildly.
Triple H: It is as if you're trying to get yourself beat down by the most powerful group in wrestling history. Be thankful that we have better things to do than deal with you. Just make sure you learn Cody's full name... This man is the future of this business. If he says that he's called Dashing Cody Rhodes, then you will call him Dashing Cody Rhodes. Come, ladies.
Triple H turns and walks away, soon followed by the attractive escorts. Cody stayed behind for a few seconds, before he gives Matthews a cheeky smile and walks off after them. A disappointed Josh Matthews is left behind without any answers to his questions. He sighs in dissatisfaction as the screen fades to black.
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May 12, 13 at 2:30pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Record - 1/0/2
Finisher's: Ankle Lock, Brainbuster.
A blurry image appears across the screen of a room with grey painted walls, as the camera begins to focus, only a chair can be seen sat in the centre of the room, the cameraman places the camera onto a tripod and the cameraman then moves his head straight in front of the camera, his eyes coming into full focus before he takes a step back to reveal Kyle O'Reilly who has a psychotic grin across his face, he stands in just a grey t-shirt underneath his black hooded jacket and black jeans.
Kyle laughs to himself as he takes a seat on the chair behind him as his cold steely eyes stare into the camera lens.
Kyle asks himself, as he appears to be conducting his own interview between himself as he looks at the camera with a psychotic look on his face as if he wants to hurt someone badly tonight.
Obviously, you've yet to realise the danger you are in, the ring ropes should be taped with caution tape because tonight, Antonio, yourself and Mr Kennedy, enter a danger zone with a dragon, you will encounter a world of violence and pain that you cannot prepare for, no amount of preparation will be able to save you from the damage a dragons bite can cause, and no medical insurance will save you when you cannot walk.
Kyle still retains his psychotic grin as he rubs his hand over his head.
For I will destroy, and I will break bones, I will not be defeated, and I will not be held back, chaos will reign and violence will be delivered until my opponents are in ambulances.
Kyle stands up and the chair falls over backwards, clattering against the floor causing an echo throughout the room, Kyle looks back at the chair then twists his head back to the camera with a psychotic smile.
Kyle stares with an intense expression at the camera as his breathing can audibly be heard getting louder before he lets out a scream and grabs the chair, throwing it straight at the camera sending it crashing onto the floor and immediately fading to black.
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May 12, 13 at 3:10pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
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We are backstage at TCW No Mercy, where the cameras have picked up with a disgruntled looking CM Punk. Punk’s sat on one of the many rolling crates used to cart the heavy recording equipment around. Already he’s kitted out for his match with the only addition to his ring attire being his GTS hoody, which he is sat fiddling with. Josh Matthews then comes into view, and nervously makes his way towards the straight edge superstar. Unsurprisingly Matthews looks a little uncomfortable, since his run in with Brock Lesnar he’s been extremely jumpy and being sent to interview a loose cannon like CM Punk isn’t exactly something he’s all too happy about. Ever the professional though he makes his way over to Punk, who barely acknowledges his presence, and begins the interview.
Josh Matthews: Ladies and gentlemen my name is Josh Matthews, and with me at this point in time is the challenge for the Television Championship tonight, CM Punk. Now since we last heard from you we have learned that Paul Heyman has made the match official, and at next months pay-per-view you will finally have your show down with Alex Shelley. Given your history with him, and the fact you attacked him last night do you think this announcement will affect your match in any way?
Punk rolls his eyes, and gives a little shake of his head. He then smirks at the camera, for the first time this evening, and appears almost instantaneously to be in a better mood. The switch in demeanour appears to make Josh feel a little more comfortable, as he loosens up from his rigid statue like position, and leans in towards Punk with the microphone so he can respond.
CM Punk: First of all I need to issue out a personal apology. Ever since Paul Heyman took over as general manager here I found myself questioning the decisions he made and the way he managed me, at one point I even wondered if I was still a Paul Heyman guy. Finally though he’s found some of that intelligence that drew me to him early in my career, this is a match that’s two years overdue. Once again though it shows my brilliance, just three weeks ago Alex told the World how he had no desire to face me and I’d be wanting months for a shot at him. That didn’t sit well with me though. See I don’t like unfinished business. I like things to have a definite ending, so when he told me that he wasn’t going to give me what I wanted, then I did what I always do. I manipulated the situation in order to get what I want. Between me and Alex it’s all been said and done, over the course of two years I’ve attacked him and he’s done the same to me. The time for petty insults is over though and one month from now one way or another, this prolonged story between us will finally have an ending. As for will Alex Shelley do anything to cost me my match tonight, well I highly doubt it. As much as he likes to play to unflinching tough guy against me, you can’t help but notice since I injured him he’s done everything possible to avoid a physical confrontation with me. Hell, he’s even let two cheap shots go. Me getting involved in his match tonight is a different issue though…
The straight edge superstar shoots a smile at the camera, the insinuation being clear that he plans to get himself involved in tonight’s money in the bank ladder match. The fans not too surprisingly begin to boo Punk, unhappy with the idea of him ruining what should be a perfectly good match. Matthews draws the microphone back from Punk, and raises it to his mouth as he continues with his questioning.
Matthews: What exactly do you mean by that?
Punk pats Matthews on the back, as he gives a little shake of the head. He then lifts Matthews’ hand slightly so he can talk into the microphone.
Punk: You’re going to have to wait to find that out.
Once more the fans start booing Punk again, as he continues to let the World know that he’s planning to make some sort of impact in Alex Shelley’s match later tonight. Punk continues to adjust the tassels on his hoody, as Matthews waits for a break in the noise from the crowd to fit in his next question.
Matthews: Well you will be fighting for the TV championship tonight against JTG, who I had the chance to speak to earlier. During the course of my interview with him he told me how he feels you’ve let your rise in fame go to your hand, and you no longer are willing to help out the little guy, and as a result he’s lost the respect he’s once had for you. What’s your response to a criticism like that?
Punk hops up off of the crate, and appears to switch mood once more. Gone is the sly smirk, and in its place is a stern scowl. Punk continues to stare dare the camera for a few seconds, as Matthews keeps raising the microphone towards him as a prompt to answer his question. All of a sudden Punk burst out laughing though, taking everybody by surprise. Punk continues the over theatrical laugh, and even doubles himself over to add to the affect. He then grabs the microphone from Matthews, and appears to compose himself as he gets ready to answer.
Punk: I don’t care what that jackass thinks! Seriously, who is that guy anyway? Back when I was making my name for myself against the likes of, and it pains me to say this, Alex Shelley and other World champions…
Punk then makes the cardinal sin of television by turning to the camera to the side of him, and breaking the fourth wall.
Punk: How’s it going, Miz?
Punk gives a little wave to the camera, safe in the knowledge that The Miz is probably somewhere killing time with his iPod. He then turns back to face the main camera, and continues.
Punk: Where was he? I literally don’t remember what that jack off was doing at that time. Do you want to know why that is? It’s because the management was competent and could actually do their jobs. I mean, can you explain how the guys running this place are happy to put a title on somebody who honestly hasn’t improved over those two years? It’s mind boggling to say the least, I mean it’s almost as if he was involved in the creative decisions in this place…
Again Punk breaks the fourth wall, this time shooting a rather sarcastic look towards the camera.
Punk: Tonight though common sense and ability will prevail, and I will be crowned as the new Television Champion. As for JTG, well he can just go back to being a constant disappointment.
Punk then drops the microphone on the floor, and walks off clearly feeling that’s he said enough. The cameras then slowly fade to black, and cut to a hype video for tonight’s main event.
Edit: May 12, 13 3:25pm
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May 12, 13 at 3:15pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
’King’ Santino Marella
Rolling Black Out (Rolling DDT Guillotine) | Death by Judo (Tazplex)
As we come back to the elongated room Santino is still sitting at the desk looking over his monitors. A cold white cup sits at the edge of the desk, which is still in reach for Santino. He is looking a bit ragged with his stubble growing is and taking over his face and his hair looking as if he’s run his hands through it a thousand times. Santino pulls himself closer to the monitors in front of him and starts searching on the screens for something with his index finger. After several moments Santino slowly pulls his finger into his hand and forms a fist and pounds it into the desk.
”Why can’t I see it!” Santino screams in pure frustration when his hand hits the desk. The white tea cup shakes and wobbles slightly closer to the edge of the table, but doesn’t topple over. Santino flops back down in his chair and takes his index and middle finger from both hands and rubs his temple with them. First in a clockwise motion and then counter clockwise motion. ”What am I missing? … Think Santino, Think…” Santino urges himself to think on about what Ambrose really is and how to defeat him.
Again from the left Jarvis Pennyworth comes walking in and stands next to the chair where his master sits. The skinny older male looks down at his weary master with hopeful eyes. Santino doesn’t even realize he is there until the old man speaks. ”Sir are you feeling alright?” His heavy British accent fills the big empty room and echoes a few times.
”I can’t see if Jarvis. I just can’t. I don’t understand. I have never had an issue like this before. I have always been able to solve the problem, always. Kendrick wasn’t easy, but I figured him out. Wade wasn’t pretty, but still I was able to figure him out as well. Everyone that has stepped in front of me or been a problem I have been able to figure out.” Santino is pleading for the solution, but just can’t get it. His mind is melting over this issue and Jarvis can see that. The trusty butler kneels to the side of Santino’s chair so that he can get eye to eye with his master.
”Sir you are looking at too much. Isolate the problem to find the solution. I have faith that you will find your solution soon. It won’t be easy, but I know you have the strength to figure it out.” Jarvis pats Santino on the shoulder and stands back to his feet. ”Remember Sir, this is a man I don’t think you fully understand. He’s not like anyone you have ever faced before and most likely never will again. He doesn’t have a reason for his madness. He’s just mad.”
”There has to be a reason! There has to be!” Santino screams in pure unadulterated anger.
”Let me put it to you this way Sir. He’s a lit match all by himself; a little lit match with a little bit of fire. He walks around looking for something to burn. Now what can one little ol match do? It doesn’t have much fire power right?” Santino looks at the old man in a state of confusion. ”Wrong. One little match can set an entire forest on fire, but not without kindling of some kind. You are his kindling Sir. You are the gasoline to his match. He’s getting inside your head and burning you out before he even steps foot in the ring with you.”
Santino is still looking at his old friend like he grew a second head. He doesn’t seem to understand where he was going with his story. ”I… I don’t understand.”
”Some men just want to watch the world burn. Do you some good if you remembered that Sir.” Santino flashes back to the store that Jarvis had told him earlier in the day about the bandit that was throwing away precious jewels, but still can’t seem to get over how someone would want to just be a mad man for the sake of being a mad man.
”Just leave me alone.” Depression leaks out of his voice and Jarvis turns his heels like a good servant and begins to leave.
”Before I go Sir you ought to know that you have to be at the arena in a few hours. Might do you some good to get out of this room, take a shower, and get there. A good drive might clear things up for you.” Jarvis doesn’t wait for a response and exits the large room without another peep.
”It doesn’t make sense. Even if he is just a crazed man with no purpose or reason there has to be a way to stop him.” Santino has begun talking to himself in a faint whisper, but still loud enough to be heard at a close distance. ”What am I missing? There has to be something that I am missing…” Santino stands to his feet again and looks over the monitors all at once. ”Isolate the problem…” Santino reaches over and turns off the four side monitors only leaving the big one in the center that plays Ambrose’s matches over and over. ”…and find the solution….” Santino stares deeply into the screen with both hands pressed firmly into the desk. ”There is no solution!” Santino whirls around and grabs the tea cup on the desk and launches it across the room, hitting the mantle of the fireplace, exploding into a thousand pieces. Santino kicks the chair away from him knocking it over and heads for the door. Just as he touches the knob on the door a sudden realization comes over him and he slowly pulls his head up and looks back over to the large television in the center of the wall. ”Isolate the problem!”
Santino whips the door open and heads out slamming it behind him. A new revelation has come to him and he doesn’t want to waste any time getting to the arena.
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May 12, 13 at 3:39pm ^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 15 - Not Fit For Television
Pay Per View week...oh boy. There's a number one contendership on the line, the title itself is on the line, there's a Money In The Bank with six guys all doing their all to get a golden opportunity to put their names amongst the elite as TCW World Champion, and, of course - King Of The Ring, Santino Marella takes on World Heavyweight Champion, Deam Ambrose. As I said before - oh boy. And with fan access, meet and greets, Be A Star wishes to grant and anti-bullying campaign speeches to make, everybody is busy outside of the ring as well. With so much happening, the head honchos at TCW will be stretched to their limit to organise everything.
And it is thee head hencho himself, the Genetic Jackhammer, Vincent K McMahon, who we come to. Despite this being a mammoth week for TCW, and a very lucrative one, the man who made professional wrestling what it is today does not bear any signs of happiness or excitement. Rather, he looks rather worn out as he see him sat in his office, his hand his hands.
There is a look of desperation in the eyes of the Chairman as he looks across his office desk. The camera pans to show the man this rather informal meeting is with - an equally distressed Paul Heymann.
Vince slams his fist on the desk and the fire his back in his eyes.
The fire only lasts for a second, as the Chairman seems to know the answer to that question. Desperation comes back onto his face as he accepts the situation, that the people at Jimmy Fallon know exactly what Dean Ambrose is like, and that is why they want him on their talkshow so much.
UP NEXT ON JIMMY FALLON - TCW WORLD CHAMPION, DEAN AMBROSE!
The crowd give out the obligatory applause as the taping of Late Night With Jimmy Fallon returns from it's commercial break. The titular host sits at his desk and smiles out at the camera.
The crowd again kick into cheers and clapping, as from the left hand side of the stage enters Dean Ambrose. The World Champion waltzes on, not dressed much differently than usual, his trademark grungy jacket and white t-shirt matched with dark jeans rather than wrestling drunks, and, of course, the World Title slung across his shoulder. Jimmy gets up to meet the guest, but rather than a handshake, hug or any other greeting, Ambrose simply stares at him for a few moments and drops himself on the sofa set out for him. The audience laugh at the moment, and Fallon comically shrugs his shoulders, but Ambrose stares at the audience in the same way he did Fallon. The host resumes his seat, fixes his pages, and turns to Ambrose.
The camera focuses on Ambrose, waiting for the routine 'Thank you for having me', but the World Champion responds rather differently.
Conan O'Brien: Sorry?
Ambrose is slouched on the sofa, his right leg crossed over his left as nonchalantly as possible. He is looking straight ahead into the distance, not at the camera, the audience or the host himself.
Everyone, Fallon included, is a little taken aback by the lackadaisical rant by Ambrose, but in this game a long time, Fallon improvises perfectly.
The audience laugh, but Ambrose answers over the top of them instantly, without improvising.
Again, Fallon looks a little hot under the collar. He sits up and adjusts the papers in front of him again, looking through them quickly, speaking as he does so.
Dean Ambrose: Lemme see then. I'll try to find a good question.
Fallon looks up from his pages to see Ambrose has sat up from his slouched position and reaches over the table, grabbing the pages from the desk. Fallon looks a little stunned as the champion slouches back onto the sofa, reading the pages silently. He takes a moment, and looks disinterested, mouthing 'Nope' several times.
Ambrose seperates the page from the rest and holds it up from the rest. He stares it from a moment, shrugs his shoulders, and tears the sheet in half. He sets the pages on his lap, and from his jacket pocket, pulls out a cigarette. He glances over to Fallon.
Fallon looks over to a stage hand and clicks his fingers and nods his head, instructing him to see to it. In the meantime, Ambrose reads the next page, a cigarette hanging from his mouth. He spots a question he likes and reads it aloud.
He glances to Fallon, then the camera.
Everyone in the studio, Fallon, the audience, the camera man, fall into a deafening silence. Ambrose, a little worked up, clears his throat, and slumps back onto the sofa.
Ambrose looks back at the pages.
He lets out an audible sigh and looks to the sky, talking as he does it in a tone suggestion everyone is stupid for even asking this.
Ambrose sits up and looks at Fallon again, trying to make things clearer.
Ambrose looks at Fallon, waiting for a response, but the interviewer is quite speechless at how Ambrose has hijacked the show and is basically interviewing himself. And this might be the Late Show, but even this is pushing it. When he gets no response, Ambrose continues.
Ambrose scratches his head and mouths the name Alex Shelley to himself, as if thinking for a moment. He casually shrugs his shoulders, not taking his eye off of the page.
This causes a reaction from Fallon, who's silence is broken by a laugh of astonishment. He clearly doesn't believe what he's just heard. This gets Ambrose's attention, and he looks over to the 'host', though that title is debatable for tonight's show.
Ambrose still stares at Fallon, then shifts his eyes left and right, before uttering his famous monosyllablic answer.
Jimmy Fallon: Oh come on! The guy dominated wrestling for nearly a year! He's a certified Hall of Famer, dude!
Ambrose nods his head in appreciation, seemingly never heard of this but appreciating these achievements Fallon has listed.
Ambrose shrugs his shoulders and Fallon falls back into his accepting silence. The stage head who was given the orders a few minutes go comes onto the set with a lighter, which Ambrose adjusts in his mouth. Rather than take the lighter, he makes the stage hand do it. Ambrose takes a slow inhale, savouring it, and then exhaling even slower. He glances back at the pages. With his eyes still on the questions, he reaches out and grabs the cup of coffee sitting on Fallon's desk and takes a swig. It seems comical, but the audience are a little too stunned to know when to laugh around Dean Ambrose.
Ambrose looks up at Fallon and raises an eyebrow questioningly.
Ambrose takes another inhale and leaves the mug back on the desk. Smoke still in his lungs, Ambrose reads the next question.
Ambrose looks over to the desk, looking for the mug again. He reaches over, cigarette in his hand, and flicks the ash into Fallon's mug of coffee. The host looks increasingly uncomfortable, but says nothing.
Ambrose, who has taken the whole interview very casually, suddenly sits forward with a serious expression on his face, and looks into the camera directly.
Ambrose stands and takes a look around at a stunned audience, some of whom with cell phones out taking a video recording of something bound to not make the cut for tonight's airing, and a stunned Jimmy Fallon. He looks at his title.
Ambrose throws the interview pages to the ground and walks off set instantly. Fallon looks at his crew around him for some direction, and the audience all look at each, wondering what they just saw. Commercial break.
Markup won't work for that last bit of dialogue. No offense to ADA, Jaffers or Disenchanted, just three characters who first came to my head.
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