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May 12, 13 at 3:51pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
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’The Mad King’ Santino Marella
Rolling Black Out (Rolling DDT Guillotine) | Death by Judo (Tazplex)
Cameras come backstage where we see Josh Mathews standing with a microphone in his hand. The young man is wearing a black suit with a bright blue shirt and a black tie with the same color blue stripped into it. His hair is spiked and frosted and it looks as if he has glitter on his face. He is extremely spunky for being backstage with a man that used to torment him. To Josh’s right is none other than the King, Santino Marella. The King is wearing brand new attire. It looks much like his old attire when he was a comedy character, but this one is brighter and made of finer material; a bright royal blue with black outlines and gold lettering spelling out his name on both sides. A crown is stitched into the buttocks, golden with red stitch work where rubies would be. Both of these men haven’t looked any better, but Santino doesn’t seem to be extremely excited about his match tonight. Josh gets the cue from Kevin Dunn and he turns to face Santino with his microphone up to his lips.
”Ladies and gentlemen my guest at this time is the King of the Ring winner and Number One Contender, Santino Marella.” A mixed reaction is given from the crowd in the arena tonight. About sixty-forty in favor of Santino at the moment, but could be closer than that. ”Thank you for taking the time to talk to me tonight Santino. I know you must be busy getting ready for the Cage match tonight.”
”Thank you Josh. I am very busy, but I do have a few things I would like to say and figured this would be the best time to do it.” Santino says in a stern, monotonous tone.
”Tonight you get your chance to claim a victory over one of the most, if not THE most dominant man in the business today, Dean Ambrose. Do you think you are ready?” Josh moves the microphone over to Santino who stands there pondering for a few moments before answering.
”Tonight, Josh, I am as ready as I will ever be. Tonight Dean Ambrose has nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. We are going to be locked inside a steel cage. Two men are going to enter, one a challenger, one a champion, but only one is going to leave with that title around their waist. I plan on being the one to finally shut the mouth of Dean Ambrose. I am going to get into that ring and cause that man to beg me for mercy, but I’m not going to give him any. This man has made my life a living hell this past month. He has had his pet Brock Lesnar attack me, he has had his succubus crazy bitch of a girlfriend lure me into a trap, and he himself has damn near given me a concussion.” Josh goes to pull the microphone back, but Santino grabs it and holds it in place. ”But I’m still here Ambrose. I may not be one hundred percent, but I’m here and I’m ready to fight.”
Josh manages to get the microphone back from Santino’s death grip. ”You won’t have to worry about AJ or Brock interfering in this match tonight though. Do you have a strategy in place to defeat a seemingly unbeatable opponent?” Josh puts the microphone back at Santino, but Santino hasn’t looked at Josh once since he began talking. Santino’s focus is directly at the camera staring a hole through its lens.
”Isolate the problem Josh… If you isolate the problem you will find a solution and I have found my solution to Dean Ambrose. Once we are locked inside that cage there are no tricks, no help, and nowhere to run. It’s just him, me, and the steel. If he climbs the cage I’m going to climb up there with him and drag him back down to the mat so I can pay him back for all the pain and suffering that he has put me through this past month. I am going to break him tonight Josh. I am going to make him regret every little decision he’s made since coming to TCW. I am going to *bleep* him up so bad that he is going to want to go back to therapy. Nice guy Santino isn’t here for Dean Ambrose. Pissed off Italian is here to get what is his and that’s retribution, and what sweet retribution it is going to be and the one thing that means more to you than anything else, the World Heavyweight Championship.” Santino spits at the camera when he says championship. The camera man reaches up and wipes the lens off, and by the time he does Josh has the microphone back to him.
”Santino are you more focused on causing pain to Ambrose or are you more focused on winning the match and capturing the title.” Santino snatches the microphone out of Josh’s hand and holds it around the box with the TCW logo on it rather than the handle where you should. He holds the microphone to his mouth and stares into the camera.
”I’m coming to hurt Dean Ambrose. I’m coming to show him exactly what he has been showing everyone else since he’s come to TCW. I’m going to show him true madness. I’m going to show him true pain. Whenever I feel like it I can end the match and his career. It’s not the nice guy thing to say, but it’s the truth. I’m tired of Dean Ambrose and I’m tired of his antics. It’s about time someone repays him for everything he’s done and I am going to be that someone. He says he doesn’t care about the world title, but I know deep down that it’s what really drives him to be what he is. Once I take it from him tonight there will be no more Dean Ambrose. All that’s going to be left is some whore and a steroid freak without a master to tell them what to do.” Santino grabs the camera and brings it close to his face much like Dean has done in the past, obviously mocking him. ”Listen real close little boy. Tonight is going to be the end of Dean Ambrose.” Santino shoves the camera man away gingerly and walks off, dropping the microphone as he goes.
Camera pans back over to Josh who looks a bewildered by what just happened here. Has Dean Ambrose finally gotten in the head of Santino and caused him to snap or has Ambrose made a huge mistake in causing Santino to become a monster much like himself? Only time will tell.
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May 12, 13 at 3:58pm ^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 17 - Public Regicide
The camera's open up on an absolutely packed arena, every seat sold out and not a soul at No Mercy dares leave their seat for popcorn or a beer in fear of missing the next piece of action. The camera pans around, taking in the best of the home-made signs, and accidentally showing a 'Jason Anthony Paul Sold Me Drugs Back In The Day' one, and the camera handle quickly changes to some innocent child dressed up in Santino Marella gear. He looks to the titantron and cheers in delight at seeing himself, but the image of him suddenly vanishes and the titantron goes to black. The audience look up in wonder at what is going on, and with a click and a clatter, the face of Dean Ambrose appears on the screen. The quality is poor and too zoomed in, the Champion's feed coming from a handheld camera. He gives a sinister grin, and adjusts the settings, so that we see not just him, but his new partner, AJ. She is dressed in a ripped ripped 'Explicit Ambrose Violence' shirt, and while a few wolf whistles are heard, the crowd boo even louder at the sight of her. Ambrose sweeps the hair out of his face as he begins to give his address.
Ambrose seems a little jittery, seemingly nervous? This type of behaviour is expected ahead of a steel cage match, but from Dean Ambrose? Surely not?
As he moves frantically, a wide grin appears on his face and it appears that the nerves are infact excitement. He cannot contain himself as he moves back and forth through the derelict, unrecognisable area.
Again, an uncontrollable grin spreads across Ambrose's face, and AJ's, neither able to hide their delight. He swipes his greasy mop out of his face for the second time.
Ambrose and AJ laugh together, but Ambrose quickly regains his composure. Well, as best he can.
Ambrose hums to himself in delight as the camera feed cuts off immediately. Before the fans can even react, it comes back on, with Ambrose right in the camera. His voice is much more gravely and deeper than before, much more sinister and serious.
Ambrose spins the camera round, and AJ stands with an object in her hand. Due to the poor lighting conditions, it cannot be quite recognised. That is, until she holds it up to Ambrose's head, it's a cheese grater! And...what the hell! She begins to grate the skull of Ambrose! Blood begins to stream down the face of the World Champion! With blood still pouring, and a crimson mask adourning his face, Ambrose turns to face the camera, the widest grin imaginable across his face. He gets a full face shot of himself.
On the horrifying sight, the camera feed cuts out just as instantly as before.
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May 12, 13 at 4:01pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
The Chairman’s Address
Smell The Chiken here this time. What a time it has been since King of the Ring. New faces have come in, returning veterans are back RPing, and there may be even more surprises as the weeks unfold. First off, congratulations to Homicide for winning King of the Ring in a hard-fought tournament that could have gone a number of ways. Your prize will finally be cashed in tonight as you take on Oxygen for the World Championship. Leading up to that match has been a great feud that has involved the likes of the_REAL_zwarrior as Brock Lesnar and Bri as Edge. Elsewhere we have more storylines going on with the Money in the Bank match and our inaugural Tag Team Championship match. To be honest, I like what I'm seeing and I hope to see more of this. TCW is going strong and I hope it stays that way for a while. Special thanks to Homi, Disenchanted, Jaffers, and my fellow Chairman The Voiceless for their work on the magazine. And special credit is due to Suzaku_Firebird and Province for their new roles behind the scenes. Good luck to all tonight, and may the best RPer win.
TCW POWER 5
Another month, another spot atop the Power 5! The Most Dangerous Man in TCW sure has made quite a name for himself, successfully defending his title at the King of the Ring Pay Per View, as well as defeating every competitor thrown his way! Ambrose certainly has made a name for himself since becoming the Total Championship Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion, and he looks to reclaim his position next month! Can he do it, or will one of TCW’s rising stars take the mantle?
A lot has happened to the Italian Stallion since TCW Magazine last got a hold of him! He is now the King of the Ring, and has certainly made his presence known. Not only dealing with Dean Ambrose, but Brock Lesnar, Santino has struggled to try encompassing the current holder of the number one position. In a week’s time, we could be looking at the King of TCW, with the World Heavyweight Title around his waist!
Their name is no lie. The Brothers of Destruction have certainly made an impact in the ring, as well as out of it (Speaking of the Fellowship, of course.) First debuting on the WarZone directly after King of the Ring, the Brothers of Destruction have made short work of nearly every tag team. Could we be looking at the first ever TCW Tag Team Champions (View the article on the TCW Tag Team Champions) in the Brothers of Destruction?
Brock Lesnar has made his presence felt in the strongest of ways. From destroying The Ryback at King of the Ring, to decimating Zack Ryder, to power bombing Santino onto the throne, Brock Lesnar has sent a strong message to everyone in the back – WATCH YOUR BACK, OR I’LL BREAK IT! P.S. Brock, you might want to check that message you sent out to others about watching your back. We hear Edge is in town.
The Sultan of Sleaze makes his way into the number five spot of the Power 5. After a quick ride to the top with a win over Antonio Cesaro that granted him access to the Money in the Bank Ladder Match, Alex Shelley has made a name for himself. Verbally sparring with the challenger to the Television Title, CM Punk, to putting up his own against the Super Beast, Brock Lesnar, Alex Shelley has proven he can hang with the best of them. Will we be looking at Mr. Money in the Bank this Sunday?
The Total Championship Wrestling Management proudly presents:
For months, the fans have been begging for a Tag Team Title in the business, and folks – We got it! The tag team division is ripe with competitors, each with a valid claim and shot at the title! Will it be the team of Dolph Ziggler and John Morrison (can we call you ZiggMo yet, guys?) or the odd pairing of William Regal and Drew McIntyre? Or perhaps the team of Randy Orton and Batista, Evolution? Just as likely, the Brothers of Destruction are in for the first ever tag titles in TCW as well! But who will we see take the new titles? Who can make them as prestigious as the titles before them? Will any new challengers rise to the task?
No Mercy Preview
At this time let’s take a second to look at the amazing matches we have in store for you this Sunday on Pay-Per-View, No Mercy.
Four Corners Elimination Tag Team Match for the NEW TCW Tag Team Championships
The Brothers of Destruction vs. William Regal & Drew McIntyre vs. Evolution (Randy Orton & Batista) vs. John Morrison & Dolph Ziggler
This month, there has been a clear influx of tag team competitors in TCW and to that end Paul Heyman made the dramatic announcement on WarZone to bring in new Tag Team Championships to the organization. It's an exciting time to be a member of the tag team division as the Brothers of Destruction run wild on the opposition, but Evolutions formation really threw a cat amongst the pigeons. The British Invasion of William Regal and Drew McIntyre also look to be a very powerful threat in the division and the new partnership of top young superstars Dolph Ziggler and John Morrison appears to be a partnership based on an incredible desire to succeed. There's a good chance that this match will be a Match of the Year candidate, and the TCW Universe waits with baited breath to see who will be crowned as the first ever TCW World Tag Team Champions!
For the TV Title
CM Punk vs. Jayson Anthony Paul (c)
This month, the Television Championship has been contested strongly between several strong competitors, and finally this Sunday at No Mercy, CM Punk will get his chance to win the belt after getting involved in more than one altercation with people in pursuit of said Championship, including the former TV Champ himself, Damien Sandow. Upon winning the Championship, Jayson Anthony Paul began a strong winning streak that made him look incredibly credible as the title-holder, however this could be his first serious challenge as the self-proclaimed Best in the World tries to steal the title away from him. The only way to find out if Jayson can defeat Punk is to tune in live to No Mercy...
Number One Contendership for the TV Title
Kyle O'Reilly vs. Mr. Kennedy vs. Antonio Cesaro
Three of the top young prospects in TCW compete at No Mercy to determine which of them will be able to face off against the TCW Television Champion (whoever that may be) live on WarZone the following week. O'Reilly has looked strong so far in TCW, only narrowly missing out on a spot in the Money in the Bank ladder match that has so many tongues wagging. Mr Kennedy has always looked strong, and despite only being in his early thirties, he's looked at as a real veteran of the squared circle having debuted a deceptively long time ago. Upon joining TCW he immediately made a big impact on the company, and one has to question how long exactly it will be before he's able to gain some silverware. Antonio Cesaro's achievements in TCW speak for themselves. Narrowly missing out on winning the World Championship more than once, runner up in the King of the Ring, some may call Cesaro TCW's perennial 'nearly man', but he's looking as strong as ever and this could finally be his chance to cement himself in the record books.
Money in the Bank
Cody Rhodes vs. Alex Shelley vs. Alberto Del Rio vs. Triple H vs. Christian vs. Wade Barrett
The Money in the Bank ladder matches is one of the most famous and entertaining matches in the history of Sports Entertainment. One of the most interesting elements of the MITB match is the sheer unpredictability of it, and this year’s affair has more than its fair share of that. Any one of the six men stepping into the ring at No Mercy could walk away with a briefcase that guarantees them a TCW World Heavyweight Championship match at any given time, whenever he decides it's his time to cash in and earn his shot. Each and every man in this match has won another match in order to qualify for this, whether it's defeating the runner up in the King of the Ring tournament, or beating several other men in a last chance qualifier just 5 short days ago. One thing is for absolutely certain, it's bound to be, in the words of one of the greatest people in the history of this business (if not a slightly racist person), a slobber knocker.
King Vs. Champion Cage Match for the TCW Championship
Santino Marella vs. Dean Ambrose
This match has grown to something more than simply a King Vs. Champion match wherein the King of the Ring, Santino Marella, takes advantage of being offered a shot at the Championship as a result of his win. Over the past few weeks, Dean Ambrose and his muscle-bound friend, Brock Lesnar, have made it their duty to mess with Santino at every given chance. From causing him mental anguish to trying to physically assault him on more than one occasion, the duo has made this match incredibly personal. Inside a steel cage, there's sure to be bloodshed and a hell of a lot of violence, with Ambrose desperate to keep his Championship and Santino desperate to not only steal it away from him, but get his revenge for the amount of hell he's been put through over the last four weeks. One thing is for absolutely certain, it's going to be a heck of a match, and you can guarantee that both men will be showing... No Mercy.
Role-Player of The Month
Congratulations to Oxygen who once again wins the Role-player of the Month award for his excellent portrayal of Dean Ambrose. There’s really nothing else we can say besides just to go read his work. It’s truly masterful.
TCW SUPERSTAR INTERVIEW
We are back again with another edition of ‘Michael Cole Asks’. This month’s honors goes to the number one contender for the World Championship, Santino Marella. Michael Cole has agreed to meet with the number one contender at the TCW Headquarters.
Michael Cole: Firstly I would like to thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule to have this interview with me.
Santino Marella: Thank you Michael, it was nice of you to have me.
Michael Cole: The first thing I have to ask you, and really this is a fans question, do you miss the cobra?
Santino Marella: That’s a good question, sometimes I do miss it, but I think it was for the better to move on from that phase of my career and put more focus on what means the most to me and that’s the World Championship.
Michael Cole: Speaking of the World Championship you are going one on one with quite possibly the most dangerous man that TCW has ever seen in Dean Ambrose for the title. Are you excited, confident, or terrified?
Santino Marella: I have a score to settle with Dean Ambrose. I am not excited or terrified, but I am confident in my abilities inside that ring. I am the master of submissions and I fear no one.
Michael Cole: Not even Brock Lesnar?
Santino Marella: Not even Brock Lesnar. The man is a scary individual that has a crazy amount of strength and is the fastest man I have ever seen for his size, but no I do not fear him. I respect his abilities enough to know to stay away and force him into my neck of the woods when it comes to fighting as I showed on last week’s Warzone.
Michael Cole: I bet you are glad that he won’t be able to interfere in your match come Sunday.
Santino Marella: I will finally be able to get my hands on that snake Dean Ambrose without having to look over my shoulder for Brock. I’m glad that I will finally be able to tear him to pieces without his monkey to save him.
Michael Cole: What are you going to do if you win the title? Any special plans on a celebration?
Santino Marella: I am going to take my new special lady out for a night that she will never forget.
Michael Cole: Oh so you have a new lady in your life? Care to tell us who this might be?
Santino Marella: Actually I do care so no Cole, I won’t tell you who she is.
Michael Cole: One last fan question and then I’ll get out of your hair. When you first got here to TCW you were the care free fun loving goof ball that we all came to love and then once you lost your Television Title you lost your goofball side. These past few weeks we have started to see a nicer side of you again, any chance we might get to see your return to the goofy?
Santino Marella: I might not be as heartless and cold as I once was, but I will never return to that Santino. That Santino is dead and buried forever. I am a serious contender for the World Title and there’s not a single other competitor in this company that has earned it or that deserves to be at the top.
Michael Cole: Well thank you for stopping by Santino, we here at TCW wish you luck in your match this Sunday.
TCW Roleplayer Interview
STC: This is TCW Magazine with an oldie today. He's been a role-player, general manager, and moderator (this last one was very memorable). He is Bri. Thank you for being a part of this interview.
STC: Let's be a bit cliché this time around. A/S/L?
STC: Miami, eh? Is the clubbing scene there as good as MTV says it is?
I like to hit up downtown but I can't afford to do it every week...there are promoters who can cut you a break and I am lucky to personally know two
STC: That's lucky, but dang. That is really expensive. I live in the midwest and I'd be surprised with a cover of more than $5. What do you do when you aren't in the clubs?
STC: What kind of graduate work? And what kind of part-time work?
STC: That's pretty cool that you get to work part-time in the area you want to pursue full-time. And I have to say that is notable wanting to work with stroke patients. Was there anything that happened to you that made you want to pursue this career?
STC: Weight training for anything in particular? Possibly wrestling?
My team in the basketball league only nabbed one win. It's definitely for fun, no future Heat players on this florida squad.
STC: Oh I know how fun a basketball league like that can be. And hey, there is also Sin Cara now.
So, looking at your RP career, how did it begin? On Neo? With a certain wrestler?
As you ask me that...damn, all of that took place in 2003. I've been off and on doing this for ten years. That's about how old RPing is on the site.
STC: So you were one of the original Neoseeker Wrestling RPers? Wow. What other notable people started at that time?
And how did RPing Brock go?
STC: "Grrrrrrrrr. Im gunna beat u at our match. ooh babby yeah!"
And I wasn't THAT bad as Brock...but I had a lot of mistakes. It was common. Eventually people began to improve and somehow I became the World champion...it was my first piece of gold, period.
STC: So when would you say RPing became more refined on Neo?
It kind of followed suit. Everyone began formatting their speech, using size 1 font (2 and 3 were most common) and by the time Slobberknocker was rebooted as simply WWE RP and WWE Game 2 (where you'll find Slim and Homicide coming in) I think we had the basic form in place, it only went up from there.
*WWE Game 2 was a separate RP in another forum
STC: Which forum?
STC: Since you were around when Slim started, dish the dirt. What was Slim like when he began RPing?
And me too, tbh. It was the most fun I had in that game
STC: Well, that shows what kind of talent Neo had in the past. As we wrap up, with a decade of RPing experience, what tips would you have for your fellow RPers?
STC: I feel that's something everyone has to remember when RPing. It is just for fun. Anybody you want to mention or thank before we end this interview?
STC: Thanks. And thank you for your time.
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May 12, 13 at 5:04pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Total Championship Wrestling presents....No Mercy
Cole: Welcome ladies and gentleman to No Mercy!
Tazz: I've gotta say, I'm looking forward to tonight.
Booker T: That's right dawg. Tonight, we find out who has Money in the Bank! And my main man Santino Marella, the King of the Ring, takes on Dean Ambrose for the World Heavyweight Championship inside...a steel cage.Cole: That's later in the night Book. Tonight, we kick things off by crowning our first TCW Tag Team Champions!
Four Corners Elimination Tag Match
TCW Tag Team Championship
The Brothers of Destruction vs ZiggMo vs Evolution vs William Regal & Drew McIntyre
Per the rules of the match, only two men are allowed to start. Knowing it’s elimination-style, John Morrison and Dolph Ziggler are quickly obliging to stay out of the ring and let the other teams go at it. Drew McIntyre is quickly willing to start off the match, but the experienced Regal suggests against it and draws him off to the side. This leaves Evolution and The Brothers of Destruction to set-forth members to compete. Orton nods out to Batista while Kane obliges to take the start for his team. The referee rings the bell and there is no lock-ups, no handshake, instead, the two just start brawling. They throw rights and lefts at each other before Kane manages to get the upper-hand. The Big Red Machine forces Batista into his corner before tagging in The Undertaker. The two lock hands as Kane throws Undertaker into the corner, clotheslining Batista! The Animal is crushed, barely stumbling out into the waiting arms of The Undertaker who lifts him up for Snake Eyes! Batista crashes face-first into the turnbuckle and Undertaker runs off the ropes, but Ziggler tags himself in off Undertaker’s back!
The Show Off flicks his hair as the crowd boo him for interrupting The Undertaker but turns around into a cold stare from The Deadman who tosses Ziggler into the ring! Dolph’s spine bounces off the mat as The Deadman steps out of the ring, still angry at The Show Off. Dolph struggles to his feet as Morrison cheers him on, but Batista has recovered in the corner and charges at Ziggler….Dropkick! Ziggler counters with a dropkick! Dolph slides into the cover, but Batista powers out at two. Dolph is visibly frustrated, but eases off as he stalks The Animal. Batista gets to his feet and Dolph lunges for the Zig Zag, but Batista holds onto the ropes! Dolph crashes back into the mat as Batista turns around and charges again, but this time Dolph slides out of the way….spear to the referee! Batista just speared the referee!
With no authority ruling on the ring right now, William Regal decides to try his luck at his patented old game. Deciding Batista is a bigger threat to get out of this match, he pulls out his classic brass knuckles and readies himself to take out the Animal as he gets , but Batista ducks the shot and Regal nails The Undertaker! But The Deadman doesn’t go down, instead he just seethes in rage as he grabs Regal by the throat! McIntyre’s in! Drew McIntyre charges in to save his partner and manages to drive Undertaker to the outside floor as well as himself! Regal gasps for air as he is saved from a chokeslam, but turns around into an RKO! Orton sticks it to Regal for trying to take out his partner, but Morrison takes out Orton as well, throwing him into Kane! All men are down except for Morrison, but he isn’t even legal! What’s this….Triple H and Cody Rhodes are on their way down to the ring! The remaining members of Evolution have seen their opportunity and are charging to the ring! Morrison turns around just as Triple H slides into the ring…..Spinebuster! Morrison is taken out now as the two standing members of Evolution(who aren’t even involved in the match!) help Batista to his feet. HHH heads to the outside trying to revive the referee as Rhodes picks up Ziggler and throws him to Batista, who sets him up for the Batista Bomb. Dolph is stuck limp between the legs of The Animal, but Cody jumps off the ropes with a Disaster Kick to Batista! What the hell?! The Dashing One just took out his own stablemate as Cody drags Ziggler over an unconscious Batista and the referee is rolled into the ring by HHH. The referee slowly crawls over to the cover; one, two, three! [Elimination #1: Batista & Randy Orton(Evolution)]
Evolution is eliminated from the match, by Evolution itself! But Dolph is struggling to his feet as Kane slides into the ring and lifts his gloved hand in the air. Dolph turns around and Kane grabs him by the throat, but Dolph kicks him in the gut! He runs off the ropes, looking for the Fame Asser, but Kane steps out of the way and grabs Dolph by the throat again! This time he hits the Chokeslam! Kane goes down into the cover; one, two, three! [Elimination #2: John Morrison & Dolph Ziggler]
Kane begins to get up from the cover, but McIntyre is on him like a wild dog! Drew begins pounding away at The Big Red Monster, realizing no other team is around to aid in taking out the Brothers. Kane is down on the ground as Drew continues to stomp at the spine before running off the ropes and kicking Kane in the side of the head! He covers, but only gets two. Now, McIntyre drags Kane to his corner and tags in Regal, now recovered from the RKO. The crafty Englishman stomps away at Kane in the corner before the referee scolds him. Regal backs off before he runs into the corner, but Kane sidesteps him! Regal crashes into the corner and stumbles backwards into a side slam by Kane! The Big Red Monster manages to get a breather and make his way to his corner and tag in The Deadman! Regal struggles to his feet as The Undertaker picks him up for the Tombstone! Regal slides off the back just as McIntyre jumps from the top rope, but The Undertaker catches him around the throat! Regal charges, but Undertaker catches him as well! Undertaker has the two Europeans around the throat before throwing McIntyre to Kane! Simultaneous chokeslams! Both Europeans are driven into the mat as Undertaker covers Regal; one, two, three! [Elimination #3: William Regal & Drew McIntyre] The Brothers of Destruction are the TCW Tag Team Champions!
Taz: The Brothers of Destruction are back! After going on an epic journey to find his brother, Kane holds a bit of gold once again with the Undertaker.
Booker T: I was pulling for them all the way. TCW Magazine put them in their Fav Five. Well guess what. I'm doing the same.
Cole: Do you really think that Kane and Taker will be able to hold onto the titles with teams like Evolution and Sexy Perfection?
Taz: Yeah because...wait. Who is 'Sexy Perfection'?
Cole: Dolph Ziggler and John Morrison. They released their team name earlier tonight on the TCW App. Here, let me show you how to download it...
Booker T: We don't got time for that Cole. We've got our TV Title match up next!
TCW Television Title
CM Punk vs Jayson Anthony Paul(JTG)
Jayson Anthony Paul holds his Television Title above his head. CM Punk eyes ‘his’ title over the head of Paul. Both men have equal opportunity to gain the title. Both men have equal drive. But only one can be the Television Champion. The referee takes the belt, polishes it off quickly with his referee shirt, and holds it up to all three sides of the arena. Lillian Garcia announces that this match is for the Television Title, for those who couldn’t tell from the look of the NEW Television Title (Seriously, check it out first page of the Role Play Thread, looks pretty dope, thanks Homicide.) The bell rings, and this battle is ready to begin!
Jayson Anthony Paul goes to lock up with Punk , but CM Punk has a different opinion about how this match will go, as he slaps the taste right out of the mouth of the former jobber! Paul looks out to the crowd, shrugs at his foolish attempt to begin the match traditionally, before sending a hard punch into the face of the Second City Saint! Punk rocks backwards, but plants his back foot and then sweeps his other one backward, and then forward, to connect with a massive roundhouse kick to the skull of Paul! The Television Champ’s eyes glaze over, as he falls face first to the mat! Punk makes a quick cover, could he steal it here? One-Two-Th..No! Punk’s not gonna get it over with that easily! He lifts Paul up into a side headlock, and pulls him to his feet, and with his other arm he raises and drops his elbow across the forehead! But Paul seems to wake up at this onslaught, as he pushes Punk off him and into the ropes. When Punk rebounds, Paul drops him with a shoulder block. He then hops over Punk, and rebounds back to where Punk is now standing, and hits him with a clothesline. Paul is on fire! He’s not done with the onslaught, as he unleashes his amazing vertical leap and falls back down with a legdrop over the throat of Punk! Now, Paul climbs to the top turnbuckle… Punk slowly getting to his feet… as soon as he is on his feet, bending over at the stomach, Paul leaps forward for a diving fame-asser! But Punk wisely avoids it and Paul comes crashing to the mat, and his left leg bends under him as he hits the mat! The crowd let out a collective gasp, as Paul writhes around on the mat! But Punk will have none of it, he is on Paul in a matter of seconds, hitting elbow drop after elbow drop, and then grabbing him quickly by the left ankle. Paul’s eyes go wide with fear, as Punk flashes a devilish grin, before driving his boot into Paul’s joint! And again! Paul is yelling in pain as Punk’s assault continues. Ever the technician, Punk then flips Paul over into a single leg crab! The move is specifically designed to create an unbalance in the weight distribution in the opponent, in order for Boston Crab’s effect on the lower back to fully take place, but Punk seems to modify it just a bit more to wrench away on the knee of the Television Champion! Will he submit? Will Jayson Paul Anthony forfeit his title by submission?!
He fights it, and he fights it hard. Paul is desperately clutching for the ropes, the apron, the turnbuckle, anything that isn’t applying pressure on his tweaked knee, but it’s to no avail. He’s in the center of the ring. Suddenly, he appears to get an idea as he reaches back and grabs CM Punk by the ankle, giving him the leverage to twist his body 180 degrees and send Punk to the mat! Punk is fast back to his feet, and runs towards Paul, but is met with the right boot in his jaw! He’s sent back reeling, but comes toward Paul again.. and he’s rocked a second time! This time, he twists arounds and falls, just catching the second rope with his chest. Paul takes advantage of this, and hobbles onto his feet. He tests his knee by pressing weight down on it, and takes a step, wincing. But still, he has weight on it, and the crowd view this as a sign that he’s going to make it. Punk is slowly working his way back to his feet, and turns around into Paul, who takes two big hobble steps before leaping into the air and delivering a massive spinning wheel kick to the back of Punk’s head! The Second City Saint is down for the count! Paul slowly makes his way over to make the cover, slowly pushing Punk’s right shoulder upwards, twisting his body to get him onto his back.. And he hooks the leg! One! Two! And another kick out! The crowd are on their feet in disbelief! Jayson Anthony Paul, had he made the cover a SECOND sooner, would have retained the TV Title! He slowly gets back to his feet, as Punk is just pushing himself up and he drives his boot into the face of Punk! He takes a step on his left leg, seeming to build strength, and he turns and a sadistic look comes over his face, as he gets stalks his Punk like… a Panther… what was his finisher again? Oh, right. Punk gets to his feet, and turns around…
And Jayson Anthony Paul rushes forward, leaps into the air, and grabs CM Punk for the Black Panther!.. But Punk shoves Paul backwards, and he lands on his feet, but his left knee is jolted hard! He stumbles a foot in his pain, and Punk immediately lifts him up onto his shoulders! The Go To Sleep! Punk hits the GTS! And he makes the cover! One-Two-Three! CM Punk is the new Television Champion!
Cole: What an amazing match from CM Punk! That's how you use your opponent's weakness to your advantage.
Taz: What are you talking about? He fought against an injured man.
Cole: An injured man who just happened to be the TV Champ. If you're going to be the champion of anything you have to be willing to defend your title in any circumstance.
Booker T: I just hope for a speedy recovery for my man Jayson Anthony Paul.
Taz: I hear that Book. Now, let's see who our new champion's first challenger is gonna be!
Number One Contender's Match for the Television Championship
Kyle O'Reily vs Antonio Cesaro vs Ken Kennedy
Out first is the young dragon Kyle O’Reilly. The young man comes down to the ring to a chorus of boos and jeers from the crowd, but none of it seems to bother him. He enters the ring and starts stretching his legs out on the ropes and awaiting his opponents. Next is that master of the microphone Mr. Kennedy. Kennedy runs down to the ring and slides in, standing up once he reaches the center. Kennedy gives a sly look at O’Reilly beckoning him to stand back while he begins to take off his jacket. Before he can even get it half off though Kyle O’Reilly runs in and drop kicks Kennedy in the back of the head knocking him to the mat. Cesaro isn’t even in the ring yet and O’Reilly is attacking Kennedy! O’Reilly is quick to get back to his feet and starts stomping away at Kennedy’s shoulders and a couple to the back of his head. O’Reilly drops down to his knees and unloads with fast punches to the back of Kennedy’s head as well. The referee is trying to get him to stop, but O’Reilly just screams at him “You can’t disqualify me” and laughing in the face of the referee. Here comes Cesaro though running down to the ring and slides in and gets to his feet. He stares down at O’Reilly who is just now realizing that Cesaro has made it to the ring. The bell finally rings and the match is officially underway. Cesaro drops slowly down to a knee and rolls out of the ring and points at Kennedy who is getting back to his feet. O’Reilly returns his attention back to Kennedy while Cesaro is on the outside of the ring laughing at Kennedy getting his ass beat. O’Reilly has Kennedy backed into the corner and his foot being pushed into Kennedy’s face. A few kicks to the chest and O’Reilly takes a few skips away from him and then comes running full force back to Kennedy and drop kicks him dead in the kisser. O’Reilly drags Kennedy out of the corner and goes for a cover. Cesaro has sat on the sidelines long enough and slides in and grabs O’Reilly by the leg and pulls him off of Kennedy. O’Reilly gets to his feet and is now face to face with the much larger man. Cesaro snarls at him, but again drops to a knee and rolls out of the ring. O’Reilly doesn’t seem to be bothered by this and picks Kennedy up to his feet. O’Reilly grabs Kennedy by his face and begins to yell at him when Kennedy wrenches free and swoops under the arm that was holding his face and MIC CHECK! Kennedy quickly goes for a cover but Cesaro was back in the ring and broke up the attempt by kicking Kennedy in the back. Cesaro picks Kennedy up and gives him a suplex near the ropes. Cesaro quickly kicks Kennedy in the small of the back sending him to the outside with a thud. Cesaro turns his attention to O’Reilly who is getting back to his feet. Cesaro grabs him and whips him into the ropes and goes for a clothesline, but O’Reilly ducks it and bounces off the ropes and comes back with a flying cross body that sends them both to the ground. Cesaro however holds onto O’Reilly and rolls him over and stands to his feet while holding O’Reilly! What a show of strength by Cesaro. O’Reilly is tossed into the air and Cesaro falls to his back and hoisting his knees into the air causing O’Reilly to hit them chest and stomach first. Cesaro goes for a cover, but doesn’t hook the leg and only gets a two count. Cesaro gets O’Reilly back to his feet and drives a knee into his stomach that drops O’Reilly to all fours. Cesaro bends over to pick O’Reilly up, but gets a low blow for his troubles! This is a no-DQ match so it’s all legal! O’Reilly is quick to get up and gives Cesaro a European uppercut that sends Cesaro into the ropes. As he is leaning there O’Reilly builds up some steam and comes charging at him, but Cesaro ducks and flips O’Reilly over the top rope. O’Reilly however catches himself on the ring apron and grabs Cesaro from behind, but wait Kennedy is back in it and yanks O’Reilly off the apron which causes Cesaro to be yanked backwards snapping the back of his neck across the top rope! Cesaro falls face first into the mat and is clutching at his neck. O’Reilly however lands on his feet, but he doesn’t stay there for long as Kennedy kicks him in the gut and tosses him into the barricade. Kennedy is getting some sweet retribution as he stomps a mud hole in O’Reilly and walks it dry. After about the tenth boot Kennedy picks O’Reilly up and gives him a wonderfully loud knife edge chop sending O’Reilly in a dancing fit clutching his chest. Kennedy follows it up with a big slap to O’Reilly’s back as well that causes him to arch his back in pain. Kennedy follows O’Reilly over to the announcer’s booth and slams his face into the table. Kennedy is in a fit of rage at this point and grabs O’Reilly again by the back of his head and slams it into the announcer’s booth again and again and again until the top cover piece has sapped in half. Kennedy throws O’Reilly backwards and to the ground before grabbing the piece that just broke and tossing it aside. Kennedy removes the monitors and a couple microphones from the table and turns back around to pick up O’Reilly. Kennedy gets O’Reilly back to his feet, but before anyone can do anything else Cesaro comes diving through the ropes directly at both men. All three men crash to the floor and the force from Cesaro has sent Kennedy and O’Reilly’s backs into the announcer’s booth so hard that it moved a few feet backwards. Cesaro is quick to get back to his feet, but is slamming his hand against his thigh to get feeling back into it. Cesaro grabs up Kennedy and tosses him back into the ring and quickly goes for a cover, but only gets a two count. Cesaro grabs up Kennedy and signals for the end and puts Kennedy’s head between his legs. Cesaro reaches around and clutches both hands between his legs and is about to pull Kennedy up but O’Reilly is back and is diving off the top rope and drives a boot into the skull of Cesaro. O’Reilly scrambles to get back to his feet before anyone else can react and covers Kennedy, but gets a two count. Cesaro is in the corner holding his jaw and O’Reilly baseball slides into his side knocking him out of the ring. O’Reilly gets back to his feet and turns around to meet Kennedy who has been stalking him for a few seconds and Kennedy sets him up for another MIC CHECK, but O’Reilly elbows his way out of it. Kennedy spins around from the elbow shots to his head and when he is facing O’Reilly again he gets kicked in the stomach. O’Reilly pulls Kennedy in and hoists him up and BRAINBUSTER! O’Reilly goes for the cover… 1…… 2…… Cesaro breaks up the count! Cesaro gets to his feet first and pulls O’Reilly up, but O’Reilly shoves Cesaro back and into the ropes. O’Reilly drop toe holds Cesaro when he bounced off the ropes and ANKLE LOCK! O’Reilly has the hold in deep and is wrenching harder and harder at Cesaro’s ankle. Cesaro is in some serious pain and looks as if he is about to tap out. Cesaro pounds the mat with a closed fist just once and then pushes himself up off the mat with his freakish strength. Cesaro manages to roll through and toss O’Reilly off of him. Cesaro gingerly gets back to his feet, but by the time he gets to his feet O’Reilly is back up and is charging. Cesaro puts all of his weight on his good ankle and kicks O’Reilly with the bad foot. Cesaro quickly puts O’Reilly between his legs and sets up the NEUTRALIZER! Cesaro hits it and actually has O’Reilly land on Kennedy. Cesaro rolls O’Reilly over quickly and hooks the leg, 1……2……3! Cesaro Picks up the victory!
Cole: Here we go Cesaro. What a way to bounce back, from losing the King of the Ring Championship to winning against two other men for the chance to obtain the Television Championship.
Booker T: He's definitely turning some heads. CM Punk vs Antonio Cesaro, I'm looking forward to that match.
Taz: As am I. Up next, we have our Ladder Match for the Money In The Bank contract!
Money In The Bank Ladder Match
Wade Barrett vs Alberto Del Rio vs Christian Cage vs Triple H vs Cody Rhodes vs Alex Shelley
Before the bell sounds to start the match, the routine of each competitor tells a different story. Alex Shelley hops on his feet to resemble a boxer warming up before a match, a look of ecstatic joy draped on his face. Across the ring from him, Christian does the same but with a scowl of determination. Wade Barrett and Alberto Del Rio throw glances of disgust at each other while Cody Rhodes and Triple H seem to be communicating with their body language, planning tactics for the match. Once the referee signals the start of the match, the two members of Evolution team up against Alex Shelley and Del Rio rushes towards Barrett. Del Rio grabs Barrett and tosses him in a corner, giving him a few strikes with his elbow. Rhodes and Triple H take turns battering Shelley before picking him up for a double suplex. Christian, somewhat surprised he has been left out of the early battles, rolls out of the ring to grab a ladder. He manages to get in with it, but before he sets it up Triple H points at him and yells inaudible orders over the jam-packed crowd. Rhodes can hear him and hits Christian with a shoulder block. The lack of attention towards their original target results in Triple H eating an elbow from Alex Shelley. Stunned by the blindsided attack, he places Shelley in a headlock. However, the Sultan of Sleaze slips out of Triple H's clutches and runs toward the ladder. Grabbing it, he swings at Triple H, connecting with his body and sending the Evolution member to the ground. He sets the ladder up underneath the briefcase, but before he can begin an ascent Rhodes hits him in the back of the head, revenge for the shot towards his stable teammate. After sending Shelley to his knees, Cody Rhodes begins to climb the ladder. About halfway up he feels a pull on his left leg. It is Christian. The member of Evolution tries fighting back, but he is pulled off the ladder and falls hard on his back. On the other side of the ring, the one-on-one battle continues against Del Rio and Barrett. The Englishman tries to advance towards the ladder, but is pulled back by Del Rio and whipped over the ropes onto the apron. Alberto Del Rio grabs one of his opponent's arms and brings it behind his own neck, but Barrett counters the suplex attempt before it can begin and instead pulls his opponent over the top rope. Both men crash to the arena floor, now even farther away from the briefcase. Inside the ring, Christian begins his climb to the top of the ladder and is soon greeted by Alex Shelley on the other side. Reaching the top, both men exchange blows, allowing the crowd to begin the “YEAH! BOO!” chant, cheering for Shelley and showing their displeasure for Christian as each man throws a punch. With one tough strike, Shelley sends Christian off the ladder into the ring. He raises both arms above his head as the crowd cheers. He could win it here. The crowd's cheers overshadow the theme music of one man, though, and Shelley does not catch it either. It is CM Punk! Punk runs out from behind the curtain and slides into the ring. Before Shelley can even grab onto the Money in the Bank briefcase, Punk starts to push the ladder over. Alex Shelley sees his rival finally, but it is too late. Punk pushes the ladder and sends Shelly flying out of the ring, onto the arena floor! Nothing is there to break his fall! Punk looks over to the area where Shelley lies, smiling, and walks backwards to where he came from, boos pouring on him. Every competitor is down at the moment, except for Triple H. The Game sees his opportunity and sets the ladder back up, beginning his ascent to the briefcase. From down below he hears his name. Cody Rhodes is down in the ring yelling for him. Rhodes has grabbed ahold of Christian and is screaming at Triple H to let him have it. Having climbed a bit more than halfway to the top, The Game shifts glances from the briefcase towards his partner, pondering his next actions. He has decided, and has chosen to leap down at Christian with an elbow. Christian sees this and maneuvers out of the way, causing Triple H to strike his own Evolution teammate. As Christian laughs at their misfortune, The Game becomes more and more enraged. The Instant Classic rolls out of the ring as Triple H begins chase. The Evolution member tries to use pure power against Christian's speed and agility, and he is not doing well. Captain Charisma dodges Triple H's strikes repeatedly, and when The Game finally catches him Christian reverses the hold to deliver a DDT. Smiling at his work, Christian turns around and receives a crossbody from Cody Rhodes, jumping from the top rope at the man outside the ring. Ready to give Christian his just desserts, Rhodes picks him up almost instantaneously and hits Cross Rhodes. Christian bounces off the arena floor and into the clutches of Triple H for a Pedigree. Two Evolution finishers back to back! All the while, Wade Barrett finally makes it into the ring and starts to climb the ladder. Del Rio is not far behind him and climbs on the other side. Both men throw punches at their opponent as they ascend towards the Money in the Bank briefcase. Barrett, with a stronger upper body, manages to send Del Rio off. However, Del Rio still has one of his hands on the ladder. As Wade Barrett climbs to the top, Del Rio decides to risk his body to prevent Barrett from winning the match. He pulls the ladder over, sending it down to the mat and sending himself and Barrett out of the ring onto the two members of Evolution. With everyone down once more, the next man to his feet could win it all. That man is Alex Shelley. The Sultan of Sleaze slowly returns to the ring and sets the ladder down firmly under the briefcase. He ascends freely to the top and once again clutches the briefcase. Christian is the next man to get up and hastily runs into the ring. He tips the ladder over, but Shelley remains in the air, holding onto and still working on the briefcase. Knowing he has to stop the Sultan of Sleaze, Christian picks up the ladder and whacks Shelley in the back. He visibly shows pain, but Shelley is not losing determination. He continues work on pulling the briefcase off its hook, so Christian hits him again. And again. And again. On the next hit with the ladder, Shelley drops nearly 20 feet onto his back! Christian sets up the ladder on top of Alex Shelley's body, but looks up and realizes the briefcase is missing! The Sultan of Sleaze crawls from underneath the ladder and hoists up the Money in the Bank briefcase! Alex Shelley has won the Money in the Bank match!
Booker T: The Sultan of Sleaze is back!
Taz: I don't know how he did it, but Alex Shelley won that intense battle.
Cole: I'll admit, I thought he was out when CM Punk came out here and tossed him from the top of the ladder onto the arena floor.
Booker T: He's Alex Shelley. He'll always find a way.
Taz: I wonder how this will fair next Pay-Per-View: Money In The Bank Winner vs Television Champion!
Cole: Hold on Taz, we don't know if Punk will still be champion come next pay-per-view.
Booker T: And we won't even know if Shelley will still have that contract! He could be World Heavyweight Champion come next month!
Cole: That's right Book. But let's see who he could cash that contract on. Ladies and gentleman, coming up next, it is our main event. Santino Marella and Dean Ambrose, go one on one inside a steel cage. All for the TCW World Heavyweight Championship.
TCW World Heavyweight Championship
King Vs. Champion - Steel Cage Match
Santino Marella Vs. Dean Ambrose
The bell rings to signal the beginning of the match, and both men stare one another down from across the ring. Ambrose has the slightest hint of a sadistic smirk on his lips as he glares at his challenger, who pensively takes a step backwards, wrapping one of his hands around the cold steel of the cage as he keeps his eyes locked on the TCW World Heavyweight Champion. The Beast, Brock Lesnar, thumps his hand against the side of the cage behind Santino, causing the King of the Ring to quickly glance in his direction, which allows the Champion the perfect opportunity to launch his attack, gliding across the ring at speed and pulling Santino's legs out from beneath him, climbing on top of him and throwing strong right handed punches at his challenger, with the referee eventually forcing Ambrose to get back up to his feet and allow Santino the same novelty, as well as a chance to take a breather. Ambrose frowns at the referee as Santino slowly gets back up to his feet, and as soon as the ref moves out of the way Ambrose pounces again punching Santino repeatedly until he's back into the corner, throwing strong right hands at his challenger which cause his head to snap back violently onto the turnbuckle pad. After a few more punches, Ambrose grabs ahold of Santino's head and drags him away from the corner by the head, before hurling him headfirst into the solid steel wall of the cage! Santino drops down to the mat in a crumpled heap, and Ambrose stands tall, looking out at the audience with a grimace, causing them to boo wildly at the Champion.
Ambrose walks around the ring a few times, leaving Santino on the ground who is trying to regain his composure and get back up to his feet. Ambrose looks out of the ring towards Lesnar, who is standing motionless, glaring into the ring at Santino. A small smirk appears on the face of the Champion, clearly quite fond of his muscle, before he turns back towards Santino, who is by this point on his hands and knees. He walks across to King Santino, lifting him up by his neck, but before he can assault his challenger further, the King hits a vicious chop into the chest of Ambrose, before hitting him with a strong forearm and then an elbow, which causes the Champion to stumble backwards for a few moments, before he charges forwards again. Santino however, has his number, and ducks the attempted clothesline before grabbing ahold of Dean's arm and throwing him across the ring with a hip toss that sends the Champ sliding across the mat towards the side of the ring. Ambrose takes a couple of seconds to try and regain his breath, but Santino is able to take advantage of the situation, waiting for Ambrose to get up to his knees, clutching the cage, before running towards him and hittin a dropkick into the back of the Champion's head! This causes Ambrose's unprotected face to bounce off of the steel, and he drops down to the mat clutching his face and screaming in pain, his hands covering his face as he rolls around the ring in pain. Santino attempts to take advantage of the situation, walking across the ring before trying to jump up onto the side of the cage, but Lesnar's presence makes him rethink his route, and he quickly moves to another side of the cage. Lesnar however follows Santino to the other side, and the King clearly struggles to know where to go, but before he can make the decision Ambrose has leapt back up to his feet, and the cut on his forehead only proves to have urged him on as he grabs ahold of Santino by the back of the head and slams his head into the cage once more, keeping ahold of his head and doing it again a couple of times before letting him drop down to the mat.
Ambrose slides his hand across his forehead and looks down at his hand, the blood that is emerging from his wound clearly causing some kind of excitement inside of him as he begins to smirk, looking down at Santino before aiming an incredibly powerful kick directly into the ribs of his opponent, which causes Santino to roll onto his other side, which gives Ambrose the perfect opportunity to aim another kick at Santino, this time at the back of his head, which this time causes his face to bounce off of the steel, and this time the cut that formulates is on the forehead of the reigning King of the Ring. Ambrose looks down at the blood beginning to pour from the head of Santino as it slides down his cheek onto the mat, staining the canvas red. Ambrose looks towards Lesnar, before pointing towards the door, and The Beast storms around to the door of the cage, insisting that the referee opens it. The referee refuses, under direct orders from Paul Heyman not to let Brock Lesnar affect the outcome of this match, and in response Lesnar grabs the referee by the head and hurls him into the security barricade! Lesnar grabs ahold of the door as Ambrose pushes from the inside, but quickly Ambrose backs away and points away from the door, and Lesnar turns around just in time to eat a...
The crowd erupt as Edge launches himself at Lesnar, for the third time in three weeks dropping The Beast with an incredibly vicious Spear! The Canadian jumps up to his feet and looks down at Lesnar, who once again is on the ground clutching his ribs, smirking as he looks up into the ring at Dean Ambrose, who looks shocked by yet another appearence from Edge. The Rated R Superstar quickly moves away from Lesnar, clearly satisfied that he's achieved what he wanted, leaping back over the security barricade and making his way out of the arena via the audience. Ambrose looks down at Lesnar in shock,and turns around right into a clothesline from Santino! Ambrose jumps back up to his feet and is met by another clothesline, before getting up a third time and being lifted by his challenger by the waist, and dropped headfirst into the steel cage! Ambrose falls to the mat with a thud, and appears to be motionless on the ground as the audience cheer wildly for Santino, who's momentum seems to have run out as he lays on the mat, catching his breath after that quick run of attacks on the Champion. After a few moments, both men begin to stir once again, but Santino is the first to his feet and begins trying to climb out of the cage once again, with Lesnar now on the floor noone is blocking his route! Ambrose seems to get a quick burst of adrenaline however, and charges towards the side of the cage, leaping up a couple of feet and meeting Santino on the side, each man throwing punches wildly in an attempt to slow down his opponent. Eventually Ambrose gets the upper hand, throwing his arm around Santino's neck and falling backwards, bringing both men down to the ground with a huge bump! The audience sound their appreciation of the men in the ring, though clearly still favour Santino, chanting his name and desperately hoping he is able to win the Championship here tonight!
Ambrose is the first to make a move, using the ropes to get himself up to his feet, and he begins his ascent to the top of the cage, but upon seeing Santino stirring the Champion takes the somewhat risky move of dropping back down to the ground, waiting patiently for him to get up to his feet. He glances back outside of the ring to see Lesnar is still on the ground, and rolls his eyes, resigned to doing the business all on his own. With a smirk, he watches Santino slowly try and get up to his feet using the aid of the ropes and the turnbuckle, sizing up his opponent as he slaps on his knee, clearly preparing to end this match once and for all. As Santino turns around, Ambrose charges towards him and jumps knee first in his direction, but the King dives out of the way! Ambrose crashes into the side of the of the cage, and Santino sizes up the Champion as he turns around, and takes him down to the mat with a vicious snap DDT! Ambrose rolls over onto his back, arms and legs spread out, and this is the moment for Santino to make himself famous! He begins to ascend the cage, but on the other side of the ring Brock Lesnar is on his feet! He looks absolutely furious as he spots Santino on his ascent, and slaps his hands together before grabbing ahold of the cage, and pulling! Santino looks across the ring to see what is going on, and his eyes widen in shock as he sees Lesnar pulling desperately at the cage, and he speeds up his climb! Lesnar pulls, and pulls, and screams as he does so, and eventually, the whole side of the cage pops off of its hinges! Brock Lesnar has ripped open the steel cage! Santino is climbing over the top as Lesnar slides into the ring and pulls Ambrose towards him! Lesnar pulls Ambrose and Santino drops, Ambrose falls out of the ring, Santino hits the floor... Who is our winner?! The bell rings signalling an end to the match and Santino raises his arm in victory, as does Brock Lesnar, as the referee looks on in confusion! A couple of other referees run down to the ring side area to begin discussions, and one pulls out an iPad with an instant replay of the event with both angles.
The refs appear to reach an agreement, and they move over to the ring announcer... Who announces that the winner... and STILL the TCW World Heavyweight Champion, is Dean Ambrose! He did it! He's still the Champion, although some will question quite how he managed it! Dean Ambrose, still TCW World Heayvweight Champion!
Cole: What a decision! What a close defeat for Santino!
Taz: Aw, he deserves it. Dean Ambrose was the better man here tonight.
Booker T: Dawg, you just bitter that Santino "stole" your move.
Taz: So what if I am?
Cole: Regardless ladies and gentleman, thank you watching No Mercy here tonight! We'll see you next week, next Tuesday, on TCW Warzone!
The camera pans in on Ambrose as he clutches the World Heavyweight Championship close to his chest as the screen fades to black.
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May 18, 13 at 5:17pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
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Recent Events: Dean Ambrose looked to be moments away from losing the King Vs Champion Steel Cage match at No Mercy this past week. King Santino was scaling the cage with Ambrose flat on the mat, but Ambrose's associate Brock Lesnar displayed an incredible feat of strength and ripped a side off the cage right off of it's hinges! The Superbeast dragged Ambrose's body out of the ring and as a result he is still World Heavyweight Champion.
Chapter 18 - Making A Mark
THE FOLLOWING IS A TCW APP EXCLUSIVE
It has been nearly a week since Total Championship Wrestling presented No Mercy and the dust is only now settling. The fans backed inside the TD Garden in Boston, and the millions watching live on Pay-Per-View, witnessed The Brothers of Destruction become the first holders on the new TCW Tag Team Titles, CM Punk win the Television Title, Alex Shelley fight off all opposition to be 'Mr Money In The Bank' and Dean Ambrose retain the World Title in a brutal Champion vs King match, winning only with Brock Lesnar's assistance. Although saying the dust has settled may be inaccurate, as teams will be gunning for Brothers of Destruction and their titles, many a superstar will be lining up to have a crack at CM Punk, and the World Champion will have to keep an eye over his shoulder at all times for Alex Shelley.
As the camera whirls into life, just minutes after No Mercy has gone off air, it is the World Champion that we are shown. The camera follows him as he limps, sweating and panting, down the corridor, title in his hand, with a buoyant, skipping AJ by his side. The camera follows perhaps not the hottest couple in pro wrestling but certainly the most bizarre as they make their down the bare-walled, unpopulated lockeroom. The superstars in action earlier in the night have all had their showers and are now either in the medics room or heading to their hotel for some much needed rest, while road agents and technicians are no doubt already planning, trying to get everything in order for the next TCW show.
As the camera gets closer, the sound of laughing can be heard from both Ambrose and AJ. The champion turns around and ignores the camera which is only inches from him, hollering someone out of camera shot.
Who on earth is he talking to? The camera just showed moments ago there is absolutely no-one in the corridor, but suddenly Ambrose leans into the camera with a wide grin on his face, walking forward as he half sings, half shouts, forcing the camera man backwards.
The World Champion swipes the sweaty fringe off of his face and to the side, revealing some dried blood across his forehead from his bout inside the steel cage. A grin formulates across Ambrose's face, one not really seen before. It is still full of the sadism we have somehow become accustomed to, but there is an air of arrogance, of cockiness, from Ambrose's grin, being well aware that what just happened has pissed off just about every person watching. The exception is of course AJ, who grins with him, unable to take her eyes off of him. Ambrose takes a step forward and looks right into the camera lens.
He turns and begins to walk away, talking as he does so.
Ambrose takes a step back, the camera adjusting for the umpteenth time, trying to keep up with his erratic movements. Ambrose looks at the title in his hand, and back at the camera, and then shrugs non-chalantly.
Bizzarely, AJ seems to relish the label 'skank' and a sultry smirk appears on her face as she keeps her eyes on Ambrose. He swipes his fallen hair to the side for the second time and opens his mouth to speak, but laughs instead. He takes a moment to compose himself, and then tries again.
He steps back and laughs to himself and breathes loudly, a smirk across his face. He holds his hand to his mouth, as if trying to keep his words in like a giddy child who can't contain himself. Still grinning, he speaks again.
Ambrose takes a step back and holds his arms out to each side, the World Title dangling from his left hand, a maniacal laugh comes from his mouth at the same time as he speaks.
He quickly coughs and adjusts himself, as if scolding himself for laughing, and becomes much more serious, the gravel back in his voice.
Ambrose takes a step back, looks at AJ, still lustfully looking at him, and nods at her, as if reaching a decision together.
[color=black]Ambrose shoves the camera out of the way and just as we found them, the App exclusive closes with the 6ft 4 Ambrose limping away, world title in hand, with 5ft 2 AJ Lee skipping alongside him.
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May 20, 13 at 1:29am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
TCW Television Championship
CM Punk © vs. Antonio Cesaro
The camera twists and turns down the corridors of the TCW arena, this was a busy night indeed. So many huge match and there was even a championship match as well which of course Antonio Cesaro was a part of. He had earned the right for this championship match and he was of course going to make the most of it. Ever since he arrived in this company all he has wanted is a championship match and now after all of the months,m all of the hard work, he finally has the championship match he has always wanted and now it was time to final make the most if it. Antonio Cesaro was seen backstage. He was dressed to compete as he had his rugby jacket on as he normally did. He stands over a table as he was talking to some of his co-workers and drinking from a bottle of water when he would be tapped on the shoulder. Antonio Cesaro turns around and his eyes widen as it was none other and his one and off again lover and manager, Aksana. She stands there as he turns around to face her with her hands on her hips. Antonio Cesaro looks her up and down as he takes of his sun glasses and removes his hat out of a sign of respect for her.
Antonio Cesaro: It is good to see you as well. I am glad that you are here, there is no one and I mean no one I would rather have here with me to see my victory than you my sweet. You have been there for me. I have treated you poorly and here you are, back in my arms. You know I sent you a way to protect you. These Americans would use anything against me to get the edge. I could not allow you to be harmed. But after ki defeat CM Punk I will restore order. All will fear Antonio Cesaro and none shall dear disrespect me or challenge me.
Antonio Cesaro: Our paths have crossed many times here and elsewhere. I know what kind of man CM Punk is. I know what he can do in and out of the ring. I know he is most dangerous on the microphone. I have seen him defeat a man with just words alone; I will not suffer that fate. CM Punk will be a challenge for me, he has always been a challenge for me, but tonight is the night I finally overcome him. I did not defeat those two men last week only to have this opportunity wasted. If CM Punk thinks that I will fall to him just as easily as the others, then he has another thing coming his way. I will take the Television Championship from him. I will do what many said was impossible, CM Punk is just a man and like all men he will fall to Antonio Cesaro.
Antonio Cesaro: I have beaten every challenge that has been placed before me, from John Cena right up to Batista. I defeated them all when nobody thought I could. I have beaten men who are twice as talented as CM Punk. I am better than CM Punk. Nothing he does or says makes me afraid of him. His championships, his little rag tag groups he creates, his catchphrases, his ice-cream bars, his moves stolen from other wrestlers, I am not afraid of any of that. Tonight is going to be remembered for one thing and one thing only. Tonight will be remembered as the night Antonio Cesaro dominated CM Punk.
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May 20, 13 at 3:54pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
*It is impossible to find a picture of Carlito without that bloody smirk on his face*
A New Beginning?
The cameras roll once more as TCW returns from another ad break, as fans cheer and the commentators hype the up-coming matches the distinctive music of Carlito begins to echo around the arena. The fans rise in unison, intrigued by the prospect of a returning superstar. Throughout the night there had been rumours that Carlito was to return to wrestling, but many believed it not to be true. After emerging onto the scene with TWG in the late noughties many tipped Carlito to be the future of the company. However, whilst many of his contemporaries went on to reach huge success Carlito simply faded away into the distance, and after not being seen in a ring in over 3 years, many doubted whether he would ever return. Even if he did, surely he could no longer be the exciting star he once was? As the distinctive Caribbean music continues to play a figure emerges from behind the curtain, the fans in attendance begin to clap and cheer as Carlito slowly begins to walk down the ramp and towards the ring. This does not appear to be the Carlito of old though, gone are the Hawaiian shirt and afro, replaced with jeans, a t-shirt and a shaved head. Even the body language of this once promising star has changed, this is a sombre looking Carlito, there are no smiles any more, and his trademark apple is nowhere to be seen. After sliding into the ring he motions for his music to be cut, as he begins to pace across the ring, never once looking up at the fans in attendance, his face fixated on the floor beneath his feet.
Carlito: Bear with me, I haven't done this in a long time so I may be a little rusty. I'm sure most of you were expecting Carlito, Caribbean Cool to come out and entertain you all. Well I'm sorry, but that guy.... That guy doesn't exist any more. I wish he did, I really do, but I just can't be him any more. You see, whilst some wrestlers can turn off when they've left the arena after a match, I couldn't... I lived my persona. Whilst the other guys in the back trained and practised for the next day, I'd be out in a club, a drink in one hand a girl in another. Now don't get me wrong, that was cool initially. But after years of the same thing the drink start to become tasteless and the women don't excite you like they used to, and yet, I couldn't stop. I had became so invested in my 'gimmick', that it had taken over my personality. I was no longer Carlos Colon the wrestler, but Carlito the drinker and the lady's man. And to borrow my old catch phrase, that aint cool. After I left TWG in 09 I thought I'd be able to leave that lifestyle behind me and to start a fresh, but I was wrong. Without wrestling to distract me I delved more into the partying lifestyle, I lost my way. I'd go through bottles of rum each day, I didn't work out, I didn't train, I simply drank... After a while I realised, I had no money left. I'd pissed it all away on women, hotel rooms and alcohol, some would say that sounds like a good time.
Some fans begin to cheer at this, believing that this does in fact sound like the perfect life for most red blooded males. Carlito looks up and shakes his head at the crowd before asking them to quieten down once more so he can continue to speak.
Carlito: Trust me, when you're 34 and you have to move back in with your father 'cause you've wasted all of your money, you realise it wasn't worth it. That's when I realised I needed to make a change, I couldn't continue to live a life in which the only goal when waking up was to drink so much alcohol that I'd forget my own name. If I continued to be a Razor Ramon rip off then I would end up like Scott Hall, and with all respect to the big man, I don't want to be like that. So with my father and brothers' help, I started to train again. I've also joined AA, and they're helping me with my problem, I've been clean for 3 months now and I've never felt better. I no longer need to rely on alcohol, and that's an amazing feeling people. Slowly I began to get back into shape and I'd found my passion for wrestling again. But, whilst training with my family was fun, it wasn't bringing in the money. I had debts in the thousands and I needed a job.... That's where TCW came in , thankfully I hadn't pissed everyone off in my last stint in wrestling, and some people still had faith in me. They gave me a contract, and here I stand today. So, this isn't a triumphant return of Carlito, but instead the final chance for an alcoholic who can't afford to fuck up one more time. This is the last chance saloon, everything it riding on this, I need money and this is the only career I've ever known. If I'm not successful this time, I don't know what I'll do.
As Carlito continues to pace the ring in contemplation a few murmurs of support are heard from the crowd, but there is mostly silence, everyone seems shocked by this frank and emotional statement from a man most saw as a laid back and easy going guy. The commentary team quietly discuss what they think of this new sombre looking Carlito as he ponders on his next words.
Carlito: Don't get me wrong though, this isn't all about the money. It may not have been obvious in the past but I do love this business, I do love wrestling and entertaining. So this is about redemption. Many years ago Ric Flair told me some home truths, he told me I was lazy, I asked for positions I didn't deserve, that I didn't deserve to be a wrestler. At the time I thought he was a jealous old man, scared that a young star was taking his spot. But Ric, you were right. Throughout my wrestling career I've relied on my heritage as a second generation wrestler to get me opportunity upon opportunity handed to me on a silver platter, and I was never happy, I was never appreciative to what I had. Each and every opportunity I had I pissed it away by screwing up. As good old Ric would say, 'To be the man, you've got to beat the man', I never beat the man and yet I expected to be the man. But no more, I will no longer ruin the Colon's name by being lazy, by not showing determination. It may have taken me years to realise it, but I now know what it takes to be successful in this business, it's not charisma, it's not even wrestling talent.. It's determination, the determination to push yourself past your own limits to succeed. The determination to wake up at 5AM every morning to train harder than you've ever trained before. When you reach rock bottom in life like I have you realise the sacrifices and changes you need to make in life to reach your goals. So Carlito will no longer be a Razor Ramon rip off, this isn't about what is cool or not any more. This is about success, this is about righting the wrongs of the past 10 years of my wrestling career. Their are no more second chances, this is the last chance saloon, and I can't afford to disappoint everyone again.. So tonight I make my in ring return against Fandango, a man seemingly more focussed on dancing than wrestling. I am sorry Fandango, but their wont be a celebratory dance after our match tonight. You see I need to win this match, and I'll stop at nothing to ensure victory so I'm afraid if you think you're going to win tonight, you're going to be disappointed. Carlito is back, and Fandango, tonight will be your last dance.
Carlito drops the microphone on the floor and slowly heads to the back, the crowd are still generally silent, but supportive cheers and applause begin to appear from certain pockets of the support, everyone however seems shocked by what they've just witnessed. A new, driven Carlito has appeared in TCW, and he seems focussed on success.
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May 20, 13 at 7:02pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
TCW cameras go live on air after the commercial and return to see a new sight, a new show. It's The Dirt Sheet! Starring the Guru of Greatness! John Morrison! And the Show-Off! Dolph Ziggler. An automatic recording starts to play and it cheers. The scene opens with Dolph Ziggler and John Morrison sitting in chairs and behind them a huge "Hollywood" type sign that says "The Dirt Sheet". John Morrison wears his usual long tight pants with his brown studded jacket and his Guru of Greatness t-shirt (only available on TCWShop.com). Dolph Ziggler is then shown in a pair of blue jeans with his Stealing the Show t-shirt (which is also only available on TCWShop.com). The shows starts and Dolph Ziggler begins to talk.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm Dolph Ziggler, and that's my tag team partner, John Morrison. And this! Is the Dirt Sheet!"
The automatic recording starts to playing again cheering.
"The Dirt Sheet, is owned by John Morrison and myself. It will be shown on TCW.com and uploaded at a later time on YouTube. This is the place where Morrison and I will be talking about our opponents for the week. And to start, lets get going with my opponent for tonight. The Big Red Machine, Kane."
Kane is a former World Champion, for about a day I think, and is obviously past his prime. The times where he would tear the doors off of steel cages are long gone. His muscles have weakened, his strength is barely their, and he can't possibly have the lungs to go an entire match on his own. He may be a part of the Tag Team Champions, but not for long. Soon his life will consist of seeing his doctor for his enlarged prostate and being the spokesmen for Enzyme and other male-enhancement products."
"All of that is true about Kane, but tonight when Kane steps into the ring with me, also a former world champion, it will be the match of the night. And some might even call it an upset. But it will put Morrison and myself one step closer to becoming the TCW Tag Team Champions!"
Ziggler slicks his hair back and flings it at the camera as the Dirt Sheet comes to an end.
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May 21, 13 at 3:43am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
TCW Television Championship
CM Punk © vs. Antonio Cesaro
Antonio Cesaro would appear backstage with Aksana holding tightly onto his arm. It was no getting late in the night and soon Antonio Cesaro would step into the ring with his biggest challenge to date, CM Punk. The Television championship was also on the line, Antonio Cesaro could not afford any slips up tonight. He has worked months and months for this moment and he was going to make the most of it. The TCW logo would appear at the bottom of the screen as things got under way. Antonio Cesaro broke free of Aksana who had only just returned and was already sinking her claws back into Antonio Cesaro. Aksana would step away, grabbing a microphone off a nearby table and then handing it to Antonio Cesaro. The International Sensation would hold tightly onto the microphone as he then licks his lips and then raises it upwards and begins speaking down into it, cutting right to the chase and speaking about his opponent tonight, CM Punk.
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May 21, 13 at 6:31am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
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The cameras are at ringside for TCW WarZone! The crowed are amped on what has been an eventful night of TCW action. One of the matches we’re still waiting to see is for the Television title, where the newly crowned champion CM Punk will make his first defence against Antonio Cesaro. Punk looked to be a different man at the pay-per-view as he dispatched of JTG with ease. His promise of bringing the wrestling industry back to where it should be has finally earned him a little bit of respect amongst the fans, and for once people seem to be looking forward to seeing what Punk has to say for himself. That wait isn’t going to be a long one either, as the familiar opening riffs of ‘Cult of Personality’ resonate around the arena signalling the arrival of the straight edge superstar. Punk makes his way out from behind the curtain, drawing a mixed reaction from the capacity crowd. He goes through his usual entrance ritual, before standing atop of the entrance ramp with a smile slapped across his face. The reason for the smile soon becomes clear, as Punk pulls down the zipper on his hoody revealing the Television championship strapped around his waist. The champion then makes his way down the ramp towards the ring, interacting with a few fans along the way. Once at the side of the apron Punk hops up and climbs through the ropes, before making his way across to get a microphone from one of the ringside workers. Punk then takes centre stage, raises the microphone to his mouth and address’ the crowd.
Punk looked down and tapped the belt that he proudly had wrapped around his waist, before looking back up at the camera.
The Punk fans in attendance begin to cheer, obviously on board with the idea of leading some kind of reform in TCW.
Again cheers fill the arena, as a fired up CM Punk issues some serious threats. There’s a notable change in the way he’s talking now also, he’s no longer sounding brash and arrogant. Instead he’s coming across as focused and determined to come through on what he’s promising. Punk waits a moment, before raising the microphone to his mouth and continuing to address the crowd.
With that Punk drops the microphone to floor, makes his way to the side of the ring and rolls out under the bottom rope. The Punk fans in attendance take a last opportunity to cheer him as he makes his way up the entrance ramp. Once at the top of the ramp Punk turns to face the crowd once last time, shouts ‘best in the World’ and makes his way backstage. The cameras then slowly fade out, and the show cuts to a commercial.
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May 21, 13 at 11:22am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
The cameras return live on air to TCW WarZone. With so many great matches happening tonight, like the Gauntlet match, and the Television Championship match, and also, half of the Brothers of Destruction and one half of the newest tag teams in TCW, Dolph Ziggler takers on Kane! With this tag team rivalry heating up quickly over the pass few weeks, what could happen later on tonight? The lights in the arena change to a light blue color and over the pa system in the arena comes the familiar theme song of the Show-Off Dolph Ziggler! The songs starts to play loudly and out from behind the curtains comes the Show-Off himself in a sleeveless black hoodie, his wrestling tights and his blonde hair slicked back as usual. Ziggler walks up to the top of the ramp and turns around putting his back against the crowd. Ziggler leans backwards and runs his hands over his hair and flings it towards the crowd and continues his way down to the ring. Walking up the steel steps Ziggler grabs a microphone off of them and steps into the ring and puts the TCW labeled microphone up to his mouth.
Ziggler takes a short pause and moves the microphone away from his mouth before putting it back up again.
"Tonight, I take on half of the Brothers of Destruction, the big red machine, Kane!"
The crowd erupts into a chorus of cheers for Kane.
"Just as I suspected, you all cheer for the Big Red Monster, Kane. Because why? Because he has been around forever? Because of his great past accomplishments? And that is exactly what his career is right now. He is living on his past instead of making something of his future. Because why? Because his time is up! The same with Unertaker! They are to old and should step aside for younger more talented wrestlers to come up on the roster and get a chance to have a great future ahead of them. But no! You two guys just can't stand not being in the spotlight, you have to be out here getting one more match or one last run. And that's exactly what you guys are doing here. Taking up room where myself and John Morrison should be at! We should be the tag team champions right now! Not you guys!"
The crowd begins to boo loudly at Dolph Ziggler as he is getting angrier.
"Tonight, when I step into the ring with Kane, I'm not holding anything back. I am going to give Kane everything I have, I am going to hit Kane from behind with the Zig Zag and pin his shoulders on the mat, 1.2.3. And Get Morrison and Myself one step closer to capturing the TCW Tag Team Titles!"
With that, Ziggler drops the microphone and screams "Show-Off!" At the crowd and exits the ring with his music playing over the loud speakers again, as the show takes another commercial break.
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May 21, 13 at 1:00pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
TCW Television Championship
CM Punk © vs. Antonio Cesaro
The theme song of none other than Antonio Cesaro would blast out of the sound system. The fans got up on their feet and started to boo him before he even arrived. They had gotten sick of him now and did not wish to see him again, but there was nothing they could do, he was coming out one way or another. The international sensation would then walk out from behind the curtain and onto the stage. Aksana then quickly joins him on the stage as Antonio Cesaro then raises his hands upwards and punches the air several times to the sound of boos from the crowd. Antonio Cesaro was out here for one reason and one reason only, to talk some sense into the people who are in attendance. CM Punk had arrived and talked to the fans and now Antonio Cesaro was going to fire back. Antonio Cesaro would unzip his jacket and throw it behind him as he possess on the main stage. Aksana then hands him a microphone as Antonio Cesaro raises it upwards to his mouth and vuts thefans chants off by speaking.
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May 21, 13 at 1:00pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Fandango & The Funk
This isn’t your ordinary broadcast, no sirree. This is a whole new ball game. TCW Presents: A Dark Alley. On either side, you have one of two old, decomposed brick buildings, painted by the shadows of the night. There’s no timestamp on the video, although it’s pretty obvious to the viewer that it is night-time-as-*bleep*. The time doesn’t seem to matter, as there isn’t left a moment’s time for a thought to pass, before the camera begins moving and turns left into a door of one of the corroded brick buildings. The door creaks open, and we’re met with a rather lively scene.
There are lights set up in various places amongst the once-vacated building, and a multitude of rough looking individuals drinking alcohol that was handed over to them by a man with an eye-patch running a make-shift bar. Some are playing pool, some are passed out in corners, some are drinking away their sorrows at the bar, music is playing off some old, dingy, 70s jukebox. Regardless of what the men are doing, the casual viewer is wondering why we have been brought to this odd slum. Among all of these dirty-looking men, not one of them appears to be a TCW Superstar -rounded beer-bellies attested to that. Besides, perhaps, the brown-skinned man at the bar, he looks pretty healthy. The camera unassuredly makes its way to this muscular looking man, who is downing what appears to be his 4th cup of alcohol. This is it? This is what we’ve been brought into this dank looking club for? A Puerto Rican looking drunk, hunched over a bar? Surely, a drunk, partying Puerto Rican can’t be a real gimmick..
But, suddenly, the jukebox stops playing, and a new song is being played. It goes like this - *Tss tsst – tss tssss tsst – tss tssss tsst – tss tssssss* - and suddenly there is a snapping to match the tempo, and a neat little tune is being played. Then, from out of the shadows, steps a huge, rotund man, with a large, goofy smile on his face, and a humongous boombox resting on his shoulder. The man is dressed in a neat looking bright red suit with white pinstripes, and a matching Fedora that looks right out of some 50s Broadway performance. The get-up certainly clashes with the boombox, but who cares? There’s a 6’ 7’’, 380 pound giant standing in the center of the room with a boombox! But, he doesn’t seem to say anything, or gesture that he will be talking at any point. He just stands there looking funky and shit.
Then, after nearly 30 seconds of this, the eye-patched bartender yells out, “Aye, who are ye’?”
But the funky looking individual simply tilts his Fedora with his free hand, and his smile widens. The song that has been playing out of the boombox is soon accompanied by a trumpet, belting out some rad tunes, and as if that was the cue, a second, smaller figure steps out of the shadows. He’s wearing a bright yellow suit with black lapels, and a flat-topped straw boater hat that matched perfectly with his own suit, but not so much that of the other man. Again, who cares? The smaller man begins snapping in rhythm with that of the music, and stepping in tune with the music. The Puerto Rican man at the bar finally looks up from his now 5th drink that he’s just finished, and looks over to the man in the yellow suit. He then asks, “Yeah, who are you?” The unsavory characters in the makeshift bar are now at attention, staring at the intruders to their unexemplary solace.
The man in yellow seems to dance-step towards the bar, still in perfect tune with the wails of the trumpet, as if the music is in his soul. When he gets to the bar, he quickly whips his hand in and out of his pocket and pulls out a pair of dice! He waves them in the face of the Puerto Rican, and smiles, before pushing his long swoop of hair out of his face with his dice-free hand. “My name is Fandango.” When he says his name, he lets the As breathe, and draws the whole name out, giving it an air of importance. He speaks with a certain suaveness to his voice, almost as if he’s trying to force an light New York accent, but rather failing. “And my associate over there is The Funk. You may know him formerly as a Mister Brodus Clay, but I do implore you to call him The Funk, but never just Funk, as he refuses to be mistaken for one, Terry Funk. In the same way that I refuse to be mistaken for a the movie ticket service.” The tirade of Fandango only seems to be beginning, but he stops and a wave of realization crosses his face. “Oh, you must be Carlito Colon, surely. Forgive me if I’m wrong.” He eyes the 5 empty glasses and then his gaze returns to the glazed eyes of the Puerto Rican. “I didn’t figure I would find you here, Carlito, after that speech you gave in the TCW before our match tonight. Especially not with such a high Blood Alcohol Content, my friend!”
But this is not Carlito. “I ain’t Carlito.” The Puerto Rican’s words stumble from his drunken lips. “I’m Primo. Apparently, I’m not cut out for wrestling anyhow. They won’t give me a contract unless I pass an AA course like my brother!” The drunken Primo spits the words at the end out, but it seems impossible to tell whether it’s from anger at Carlito’s employment or simply his own drunkness. However, at something Primo Colon says, Fandango’s eyes light up. He points to The Funk, who cuts the boombox music.
“Well,” says Fandango, “I see where you’re coming from, my friend. However, I do not believe that this is the way to go about winning the favor of the management, old sport. However, I do have a proposition for you.” Again, Fandango smiles. The Funk approaches, and stands behind Fandango, placing the boombox on the bar. The Puerto Rican’s eyebrow raises, as he seems to, drunkenly so, ask Fandango to continue. “So, I have what you want. A TCW Contract.” The Funk pulls the contract from his pocket, and opens it to show Primo. “And you have what I want.” The Funk points to Primo’s billfold, surely his alcohol budget for the night. There’s only about 150, and from the looks of it, Fandango doesn’t need such chump change. Yet, Primo’s eyes widen at the proposition.
“What I’m suggesting is a wager.” Fandango holds the dice up to Primo’s eyes. "My TCW Contract, and a match against your own brother against every dollar you have on you tonight, and subsequently your means to purchasing more drinks.”
“On what?” Primo asks.
“Why, on Craps, of course.”
“You want to do what for money?! Man, Primo don’t play that.”
“No no, old sport, certainly nothing of the fecal sort. Craps is an age-old gambling game, played with two dice, in which the two players –that’s you and I – throw these here pretty dice,” he waves the dices in Primo’s face yet again, “and we get a point number and must attempt to get that same number again before a seven is rolled. Rolling a seven would mean a loss, just as rolling the point number would mean victory. Sound simple, old sport?” Primo’s face lights up. Such a simple game! All he had to do was defeat Fandango and in mere hours, he could be fighting on TCW!
The camera cuts to what appears to be a few minutes later. The inhabitants of the bar are all bunched up against a wall, crowded around Fandango and Primo. Fandango swiftly hands the dice to Primo, giving him the opportunity to make the initial point amount. He throws the dice, they rebound of the wall, each di bobbing around on the cement floor… and up comes a 5 and a 4! 9 is the point value.
Now, Fandango picks up the dice, and blows them off, before shaking them around in his hand. A smile creases his face as he tosses the dice, and again the future is in the hands of chance! The first di stops on a 6, and whilst the second di rolls, Primo prays for a 1 to sum a 7 and win him the game!
But the second di lands on 2! The sum is 8, and the dice must be cast again. Primo picks up the dice, and rattles them in his hand. When he releases them into the air, they bounce off the wall and fall to the floor, rolling a bit. The first di lands on 4, and Primo begins begging God for a 5, but he gets a 3!
Primo adds in his head.. Once… Twice… The sum is 7. Primo has lost. Fandango motions for The Funk to clear the contract and the money, and begins to step away from the dejected Primo. He stops when he hears a sniffle, and turns back to him. He puts his hand on his shoulder to console him. “Primo, you have no need to be upset. That money would only have brought you farther from your goal. What you need to do, if clean up like your brother did. Then, maybe, just maybe, you can get a spot on the card against..
With that, The Funk turns the boombox back on, and it is now the Salsa-sounding theme song “Cha Cha La La” and Fandango and The Funk slink back into the street, leaving Primo with nothing but sobering thoughts.
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May 21, 13 at 2:03pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
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We pick up with the straight edge superstar, CM Punk in the backstage area. Punk is slowly wandering around the complex labyrinth of hallways, obviously searching for somebody. As he passes each door he studies the name on it, before moving on looking more frustrated each time. After what seemed to be an endless search Punk finally arrived at his desired destination, the office of the general manager Paul Heyman. Punk lifts his hand, balling it into a fist ready to knock on the door, before smirking and with a shake of the head bursting into Heyman’s office unannounced. This catches Heyman completely off guard, causing him to knock a stack of papers flying as he shoot up from his hunched over position. Heyman seems a little unsure on exactly how to greet Punk, there relationship during their respective times in TCW has been a rocky one. They still held a level of respect for each other though, which is why Heyman extended his hand as some sort of olive branch. Punk stood firmly with his arms folded though, obviously not looking to return the sentiment.
Punk smirked and shook his head at Heyman before responding.
Heyman tilted his head ever so slightly, and couldn’t help but have a smile come across his face. Whilst Punk may’ve snubbed his handshake, this idea could more than make up for it. Heyman new first hand that the straight edge superstar was a cunning, manipulative genius, so any possible idea from him could only mean one thing; money.
Heyman spook with such eagerness that he almost wound up tripping over his words, causing the sentence to be almost inaudible. Something which Punk found the funny side in, as he chuckled slightly.
Sensing where Punk may’ve been going with this, Heyman jumped in cutting him off mid flow.
Once more Punk shook his head, suggesting that Heyman may’ve been a little too eager again and might’ve misread Punk’s intentions.
Heyman’s over eagerness got the better of him once again, as he found himself cutting off the straight edge superstar.
Punk smirked as he placed his hand on Heyman’s shoulder. He saw the excitement in the eyes of the general manager over the potential of the idea, and couldn’t help but stall on revealing the name of the opponent he had in mind for a few seconds to tease him a little. Finally he answered though, after a few visual prompts from Heyman.
Instantly the smile on Heyman’s face was gone, and in its place was now an awkward frown.
Heyman instantly paused, realising what he’d just said. The remark wasn’t lost on Punk either, who was now staring a whole through Heyman’s skull. Heyman tried to track back, but only got out a few stuttered sounds before Punk raised his hand causing Heyman to fall silent again.
Heyman looked uneasy as his former client ripped into him. Punk didn’t move an inch, he just continued to stare down Heyman waiting for a response.
Heyman tried to remove himself from Punk’s grip as he turned down the match idea, he was unable too though as the straight edge superstar kept a vice like grip of Heyman’s suit collar.
Heyman didn’t respond verbally this time, he just took a deep gulp and slowly shook his head from side to side. Something which only angered Punk even more, causing him to take a step towards Heyman.
Punk finally let go of Heyman’s collar, an instantly Paul scuttled back towards his desk. Punk only smirked at this, as he made his way towards the door of the office. Before he left though he turned back to say one last thing to Heyman.
With that stern warning given Punk swung the office door open, and made his exit. The cameras then focused on a ruffled looking Heyman, who tried his hardest to compose himself. The screen then went black, before the show returned to ringside.
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May 21, 13 at 2:54pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
"The Instant Classic" Christian Cage
The fans await patiently the appearance of the next TCW superstar as the countdown to Warzone continues. Soon a female’s humming is heard over the P.A. System and “Just Close Your Eyes” follows. The crowd knows what approaches and begins to boo as the titantron of Christian Cage begins to roll.
Cage steps out on screen, dressed in his ring attire and a glimmering gold jacket, hood down. The only emotion on his face is anger as he raises a microphone to his lips, screaming.
“Cut the god damn music now!”
The boys in the truck are slow to oblige, not ready for the order by Cage. This just seems to increase the ire of Christian as he screams it once again, though this time not into the microphone. When they finally cut the track, Cage just curses under his breath at their incompetence. He slowly walks down the ring, speaking into the microphone as he goes.
“You people continue to prove me right. You keep cheering the trash that you’re told to cheer. You all cheered on Sunday when I was screwed out of what was rightfully mine! Last Sunday, I got screwed out of the Money in the Bank contract! Do you hear me? I WAS SCREWED. That briefcase should not be Alex Shelley’s. It should be Christian Cage’s. I am the best god damn thing in this company today, and I get rewarded by being screwed out of what should be mine! I am the king of ladder matches, I am the only person who is worthy of being Mr. Money in the Bank, I am the future World Heavyweight Champion of this company. Not Alex Shelley, not Santino Marella, not CM Punk. ME! DO YOU ALL UNDERSTAND ME?!”
The crowd continues to boo Cage as he climbs into the ring. Christian runs his free hand over his head before sighing as he raises the microphone once more. His voice is calmer, but anger is still evident as he speaks.
“And now tonight….I face John Cena. John God Damn Cena. You people cheer him no matter what. He is the embodiment of all the bullshit. ALL OF IT. Title reign after title reign. Main event after main event after god damn main event. ALL of them go to Cena. Where’s my main event match, huh? Where’s Christian Cage’s monthly title match?! Where’s the flashy entrance like driving a car through the arena or having a hundred look-a-likes as I walk down the stage?! WHERE?! Given to the piece of shit that is John Cena! Everything that is wrong with this industry today you can find in John Cena. And tonight, when I beat him, I end that illusion. I end the illusion that John Cena and the people like him are the best. You people will bitch and boo and whine all you want, but tonight, I prove to you all that Christian Cage is the best thing in this company and in this industry! Bret Hart was might’ve been the “Best There Is” years ago, but I am forever the “Best That Will Ever Be.” Not CM Punk. Not Dean Ambrose. Not The Rock. And surely not John Cena. Understand me? DO YOU ALL UNDERSTAND ME?! Now play my music.”
Cage throws the microphone to the ground, sending a crash through the speakers. The crew is ready this time and Christian’s music begins playing at his demand as he storms out of the ring. Cage pounds his chest as he walks back up the ramp, glancing around the arena. He screams “I’m the best” as he walks on stage before heading back behind the curtain. The camera than cuts to our commentary trio who try to get back to a stable ground after Cage’s rant before cutting to commercial.
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