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May 21, 13 at 3:11pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
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By The Voiceless & Shiny
Todd Grisham stands alone as we meet him outside of someone’s room. While it can probably be assumed just whose locker room we are outside of by certain given information – like who’s posting… (It’s not Fandango.) - those in attendance cannot tell whose door we are outside of. Todd Grisham looks to use his investigative prowess with a *knock knock!*
The door swings open and out comes Dashing Cody Rhodes, who has a stern look on his face… waiting for something, apparently…
Dashing Cody Rhodes: A.. disadvantage? Now that the… Todd, are you listening to yourself? Triple H has been my mentor for a few weeks now, and I’ve already picked up a great deal of experience. Not to mention, Triple H is the cerebral assassin. Together, with my dashing good looks, perfect physical fitness and cunning ring presence, as well as the tenacity and aggressiveness of the game, we can, without a doubt, topple the zoo that is our opposition.
Again, the door swings open and out steps the man himself, Triple H!
Dashing Cody Rhodes: That sounds... dashing!
Grisham looks back and forth between Triple H and Dashing Cody Rhodes. He takes the opportunity to ask another question.
The game shakes his head in disapproval. Grisham doesn't seem to understand their logic at all. It annoys Triple H that he and Cody have to explain themselves when the purpose of their actions should be speaking for themselves. He sighs and gives an explanation.
Dashing Cody Rhodes: I couldn't agree more, Hunter. Now, has your question been answered Todd? Your stupid, moronic question, mind. Triple H and I are here to showcase our greatness. And we can do such without the reptile and the animal. Considering you finally got over your pathetic inability to say my name, I guess you've escaped a beating. Come on, Hunter, we don't have any more time to talk to this.. ugly little cretin.
Triple H and Rhodes walk off as the screen fades. They seem certain that Evolution will be able to flourish without Orton and Batista. Only time will tell.
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May 21, 13 at 3:30pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
TCW.com Exclusive Video
The video opens up with Wade Barrett and due to the low quality and bouncing nature of the video it is evident this is filmed by Barrett himself on his cell phone. Barrett looks to be sitting on a bench in the TCW locker room and is dressed for competition. A towel rests around his neck in the same fashion that Alberto Del Rio wears his scarf, perhaps a subtle jab at the Mexican Aristocrat?
Wade Barrett: The time has finally come. The checks you have been writing are about to be cashed Berty! You've been a thorn in my side for too long and now I have my chance to exact revenge on you in the squared circle. There will not be a ladder and a bunch of other competitors to keep us apart this week. You cost me the Money in the Bank briefcase at No Mercy with your antics and I have had enough. I am going to go out there in front of the entire world and demolish you. I am going to beat you to within an inch of your life, and then an inch further. If Ricardo or Melina get their asses in the way they will get the Bull Hammer as well. I have no problem hitting girls...and I'll slap Melina up too. Ha...you had better be ready TCW Universe. This match will not be recommended for younger viewers or those with sensitive sensibilities, it's going to be a massacre. Berty, do yourself a favor and no-show. It's the only way you're going to survive Warzone tonight.
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May 21, 13 at 3:43pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Name: John Cena
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The fans turn their attention to the titantron as a slow and dramatic song begins to play. A very young John Cena appears on the screen, and as the video package continues a much older, and now worldwide superstar, appears on the screen. It quickly passes through all his accomplishments at his former employer then asks the question; what's next for John Cena? It fades to black and the fans go quiet, thousands of eyes glued to the WarZone! set. After a short pause the fan can't contain their excitement as the one and only, the man himself, John Cena's music blasts around the arena out of the PA System. The high pitched screams nearly bring the roof off the arena as John Cena in, obviously, a brand new t-shirt walks out onto the set. The camera zooms in on his with a huge grin on his face. The high pitched cheers swiftly change into a much lower pitched chorus of boos.
He says for the fans viewing at home, and the fans watching on the internet praying he'll breathe a new life into his extremely dull character. He shrugs off the mixed reactions in true babyface fashion and salutes before charging towards the ring. The former rapper slides into the ring and raises his arms in the air, again to a mixed reaction. He looks around at the sold out crowd as he's handed a mic from a stage hand at ringside. Everyone takes their seats and awaits Cena to tell them what's on his mind. After such a long hiatus from the biz, Cena was pumped and ready to go. He raises the mic to his lips but begins to smirk as a small Cena chant tries to get itself going in the corner of the arena. He sarcastically applauds their poor effort before continuing what he set out to do before he was interrupted.
He confidently says, expecting plenty of cheers as well as boos. He's used to it. Some crowd love him, some hate him. This one however was in the middle somewhat. Cena softly laughs and changes the subject to what he actually came out here for.
Chuckles can be heard through out the arena. Cena slowly turns around on the spot to get a better look at everyone. He nods his head; making a vow to the people who paid to see a good show tonight.
Cena looks into the camera gives a thumbs up and winks.
And right on que the boos rain in. Cena chuckles to himself and puts his hands up in defeat.
Cena's theme hits the PA System once again and he hands the mic back to the stage hand before rolling under the bottom rope to the outside. He hands his cap to a young fan at ringside before slapping a few hands and heads back up the ramp. Cena is back, and he hasn't changed one bit. Is that a good thing though?
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May 21, 13 at 8:09pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
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War Zone opens up without any of its usual fanfare. In place of the usual pomp and circumstance, is the Superbeast standing shirtless in the middle of the ring in full UFC garb. He has a microphone in his left hand, and a Steel Chair in his right. As "Superbeast" by Rob Zombie continues to boom throughout the arena, the Animal brings it to a halt.
Lesnar:CUT THE MUSIC!
His theme abruptly ends, which allows the chorus of boos he is recieving to become audible. Brock has done a tremendous job of terrorizing the company lately. These boos are justified.
Lesnar:If I were you people, I would SHUT THE *BEEP* UP and listen to every damn word I have to say! Cause depending on how this goes, this could involve every last single one of you pukes!
The commentary team has had no time to analyze or gather their thoughts. Its clear this was not a planned part of the show.
Lesnar: HEYMAN! I know your fat ass is back there! I'm going to make this perfectly...crystal...clear. I want Edge! I want a match, with Edge! I don't care if he isn't employed, you do whatever THE *BEEP* you have to do to make it happen, RIGHT *BEEPING* NOW! Cause if you don't...
The camera zooms in on Brock as he holds the steel chair up.
Lesnar:I'm going to start introducing everyone in the audience to Mr. Chair here! And I'm gonna start, with the circus freaks right behind the announce team. Yes I'm ta-Michael Cole if I were you I would get that stupid look off your face before I come down and wipe it off for you!
The camera zooms in on a noticably somber Michael Cole, none of the commentators have made a peep.
Lesnar: That's what I thought...NOW I'M DONE DICKING AROUND! [slams chair into mat] Either Edge is in TCW in 5 seconds, or I'm sending people to the hospital. Remember Paul, you got me this contract, I can't be held accountable for my actions. Their blood is on your hands!...you have 5 seconds starting-
???: WHO IN THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARRRRE?
There is a tremendous pop from the crowd as the Chairman of the Board himself, Mr. McMahon appears on the titantron from the back. He's none too pleased with Brock.
Vince: So this is the big Bad Brock Lesnar, huh? You walk around here like you're some big shot, with your invincibility clause threatening fans to get what you want? You're no tough guy, Brock. Quite frankly what you are, is a COWARD!
In addition to causing a huge pop, Lesnar's face grows visibly red and his teeth begin to grit from rage.
Lesnar: Is that so? Well why don't you come down here and say that to my face you old piece of *beep!*
Vince: Oh trust me, Brock. I would love nothing more than to come down there and tell you exactly what I think of you. DAMMIT! I'm Vincent Kennedy McMahon, and while you might kick my ass, I'm going to remind you of two things, Brock! First of all, you arrogant son of a bitch, you need to be careful of what you wish for. Second of all, there's a reason everyone around here says "Don't cross, the boss." Oh yeah.
Lesnar stares coldly at Vince as he looks down on him. He's hanging off his every word, as is this crowd.
Vince: You see, Brock, earlier today I had a meeting with the board of directors, your name came up quite frequently with regards to your actions as of late. We all came to the conclusion that you really are the Superbeast, as you claim you are. There's nothing I can do to stop you from hurting innocent people. Hell, some of the people you've taken out needed the beating! But we can't have you holding this company hostage week in and week out, Brock. You see, I might not be able to suspend or fire you, but no one, AND DAMMIT I MEAN NO ONE is above this business. And lately, it seems someone has done a pretty good job of putting you in your place... I think you know who I'm talking about. Effective immediately, Edge is now a full time TCW Superstar!
This elicits a huge reaction from the crowd, as well as an evil smile from Lesnar.
Lesnar:Well isn't that something! Vince, I knew there had to be at least one capable-
Vince: I'm not finished dammit! You remember what I said about not Crossing the Boss, and being careful what you wish for? Well, I don't know about you, but if I were in your position, I would be watching my back...
Lesnar:What do you m-
An enormous pop from this crowd erupts as Edge comes from no where and plants Brock from behind with a back face drop. Edge is on Lesnar in a flash and begins pummeling him with hard lefts and rights to the face. Using his tremendous strength, Brock throws Edge off of him and quickly tries to get to his feet, the Animal dazed from the blindside. He gets up, and almost walks right into a SPEAR! but he dodges it and gets the hell out of the ring. Edge gets on the rope and taunts at Lesnar, his cowardice showing as he makes a hasty retreat to the back.
War Zone opens as Edge Taunts for the fans as the intro video begins to play...
Taz: That's right Cole, and we are just off the presses of No Mercy, where luckily, that joke Santino Marella failed to win the World Title.
Booker T: Now, now, Santino gave it one hell of a fight and very well could've been our World Champion.
Taz: Could've, should've, would've, but he ain't! Taz laughs
Cole: That's enough Taz. Though he is correct, Dean Ambrose is still undefeated and he still is TCW World Heavyweight Champion. But that could change, as tonight, he runs the Gauntlet against Kyle O'Reilly, Drew McIntyre, and Ken Kennedy.
Booker T Man, I am looking forward to that! But first, let's see the TCW debut of one John Cena.
John Cena vs Christian Cage
There's not much of a history between these two. Cena and Cage have, for the best parts of their careers, avoided one another's paths. Until now, of course. Cage springs from the corner at the sound of the bell and rather dim wittingly tries to defeat Cena in a struggle of power in the centre of the ring. A contest he, inevitably loses as Cena throws him against the ropes; Christian rebounds, ducks under a swinging right hook from Cena and hits John in the back of the leg with a drop kick! Cena falls to one knee and Christian uses the rope again, accelerating into a bull dog! Cover; one, two – but John Cena will not go down so easily! Christian thinks better about asking the referee about the count and goes straight back to work on Cena, kicking him into the corner and stoming him against the turnbuckle. It was going well until Cena get a grip of his leg and, in another show of superior strength, powers his way back to his feet, still holding Cage's leg, and throws him to the canvas. Cage bounces straight back up, only to get a jumping shoulder block as he does! This continues for a few turns until Cena spins Christian into a spinning-sit out powerbomb! “You can't see me,” he tell Christian as he catapults off the ropes and nails him with it!
Christian rolls over to his knees, holding his face as Cena pulls him back to his feet and hoists him onto his shoulders! Time for an Attitude Adjustment – but Christian slips off and pulls Cena into a roll up! Referee is on it like a car bonnet; one, two, three! Christian Cage has won it! He slips from the rings and enjoys his victory on the ramp before Cena has time to work out what just happened! What an upset!
Booker T: I tell you, I think Christian may be onto something here.
Cole: The guy's insane Booker!
Booker T: Maybe so, but he's fast approaching my fav five. Much like a man in our next match, Wade Barrett.
Wade Barrett vs Alberto Del Rio
It's been a long time in the making; finally Alberot Del Rio and Wade Barrett are standing in the ring with only a referee to keep them apart. The bell rings and it's on! Both men disregard entertainment value and get straight into an exchange of blows; an are where Wade comes out on top! After a few expert shots to the mid section all but cripple the Pride of Mexico he breaks off, doubled over and looking vulnerable. Sensing a chance to end this here and now, Wade closes in – only to realise to late it was a feign. Alberto lashes out with a stiff kick to the outside of his left leg, sending him to his knee, and then follows up with a big boot to the face. And another. And another. Until he gets up one more time and walks straight into a tilt-a-whirl back breaker! Wade rolls onto his front, nursing the small of his back, as the referee does a quick check if he can continue. Giving Alberto the perfect chance to baseball kick out of the ring and out to ringside! The referee doesn't like that one bit, and ticks off Alberto for excessive force; oblivious to the fact that Ricardo Rodriquez has just given Wade a running kick to the ribs! The crowd shouts foul, but the referee is too preoccupied as Ricardo feeds Wade back into the ring. Alberto collects him and drags him to centre ring, giving him a slap tot he head for good measure as he coaxes him back to his feet. There, Alberto gives him an insulting slap across the face – and wade replies with a tooth right hook! He follows up with a series of surgical punches in key sections of Alberto's body, slowly cutting him down to size as Ricardo looks on helplessly from ringside. He pounds Alberto into a corner, gives him a hard shove into the turn buckle and hoists him up for the Wasteland on the rebound! This could have been all over, had Del Rio not slipped free and nailed him with a backstabber on the way down! Both men lay on the canvas, motionless, as the referee slowly counts towards 10. He reaches 6 and Alberto is on his feet, 8 and Wade joins him. The Brit looks up just in time to see and incoming Alberto with his knee raised.
He dives under him, catapults off the ropes and nails him with the Bull Hammer! Alberto is out of it but Wade, exhausted, collapses with his back against the ropes before he can go for the pin. A chance he would never get, as Ricardo steps up and nooses Alberto's prized scarf around his neck and starts to choke him out! The referee calls for the bell, giving Wade the win by disqualification! It takes a few painful moments for Wade to struggle free of the scarf, but when he does he turns on Ricardo and swears revenge on him – unaware that Alberto has found his way back to his feet behind him! Wade turns; Alberto kicks him in the gut and throws on the Cross Armbreaker! The ring attendant rings the bell to remind him that the match has already been lost but it matters nothing to Alberto, who keeps the hold on until he's satisfied that significant damage has been done. Pleased with his work, he takes his leave. No music, no fanfare, just a very annoyed crowd and a possibly injured Wade Barrett left in his wake.
Cole: What the hell do you mean Taz?! That was completely uncalled for Del Rio!
Taz: Maybe so, but he's teaching Wade not to mess with him, and I agree with how you teaching someone a lesson. Just like I'm sure Batista and Orton are going to for Cody Rhodes and Triple H having screwed them this past Sunday.
Batista/Orton vs Triple H/Cody Rhodes
“Evolution” plays over the loudspeakers, and HHH and Rhodes step out of the curtain. It certainly is odd seeing half of Evolution, and knowing that they are the only half remaining of the super group. Dashing Cody Rhodes hops onto the turnbuckle and egotistically smooths his hands down his face, cockily, and HHH performs his own signature taunt..
“I HEAR VOICES IN MY HEAD!”
Both Dashing Cody Rhodes and Triple H gaze up the ramp to Randy Orton, who steps onto the ramp and stops to wait for his partner… No, Randy Orton is holding a microphone. What will the Viper have to say?
Randy Orton: Rhodes! Hunter! At No Mercy, I was left wondering why you would cost me my rightful shot at holding gold! But then I remembered something. Evolution isn’t a gold-hungry team, we’re a process. We stand for Evolution! And, despite looking like the prime example of Evolution, something has been holding us back, and I now see that that was Batista! You see, you didn’t lay a finger on me, and I took that as only shunning the one who has stunted our growth! Batista! I’m not the weak link in the chain, and I know that you see that I..
And Orton’s taken down! A massive clothesline to the back of the head from the Animal Batista! What is going on?! Batista scoops Orton back up from the steel ramp, and lifts him up for a massive Batista Bomb! Orton’s head cracks against the ramp! Now Dashing Cody Rhodes is up the ramp in an effort to save Randy Orton – apparently showing that they intended to retain Orton all along - but he’s caught by Batista with a massive Spinebuster! His spine has been cemented into the ramp, and Batista’s eyes fly to the eldest of Evolution, Triple H, who was just about to step out of the ring to help his protégé, but he freezes between the ropes as Batista begins making his way to the ring to confront Triple H. As he slides into the ring, Batista catches HHH off guard with a spear! Orton still hasn’t moved, and Rhodes is having trouble getting to his feet, as Batista pummels HHH with punches! And he pulls him to his feet and puts him into position for a Batista Bomb! Thumbs up! Thumbs down! But wait…
Suddenly, there’s a blur and Batista is on the mat following a fierce blow form a quickly moving attacker! Batista struggles to his feet, as the imposing figure of none other than Antonio Cesaro stands across the ring! Batista turns and he’s met with a running European Uppercut from Cesaro! Triple H is now to his feet, and he… tells Cesaro to pick him up off the mat, to which he obliges! Were these two in cahoots the whole time? Cesaro puts Batista in position for the Pedigree, and HHH slams Batista’s face into the mat! Dashing Cody Rhodes is at ringside, and is ripping up the padding on the arena floor! Cesaro lifts Batista back to his feet and whips him out of the ring, manhandling the humongous Batista from the ring and onto the arena floor, where Rhodes lies in wait. He lifts The Animal to his feet, before twisting him to the mat with a devastating Cross Rhodes to the exposed concrete!
The Animal isn’t moving! Rhodes slides into the ring with Cesaro and Triple H, and the three hold their hands together and up above their heads, as “Evolution” plays until the broadcast fades to commercial.
Carlito vs Fandango w/The Funk
The formerly Caribbean Cool Carlito and the new on the scene Fandango, escorted by The Funk himself, take positions and wait for the bell in front of a rather subdued crowd. Nobody is really sure about either of these two performers, or who to side with as the bell rings and Fandango dances across the ring – into the path of a leaping clothesline from Carlito who is having none of it! The Funk slaps the canvas to encourage his partner but Carlito its focused, dragging Fandango to his feet before whipping him into the turnbuckle – them hitting him with a springboard bulldog as he staggers back out! Carlito covers; one, two – but it's not ever that easy! Fandango survives, if only just, and Funk tries to rally public favour at ringside. Carlito lures Fandango back to his feet before giving him a stiff right hand slap to the face. All it did however was shake off the cobwebs, because Fandango replies with a thunder clap of a round house kick! Carlito falls to his knees, holding his head, and Fandango moves in behind him for a Russian Leg Sweep! Neither man gets up immediately, and it's a slow race to their feet as the referee starts counting. He makes it to 7 and Fandango is first to his feet, only to get sent back down by a kick to the gut and a swimming neck breaker! Carlito is back on his feet, taking a moment to taunt Fandango in a manner more familiar to his older self when all of a sudden he's struck by a missile from ringside; an apple! Funk just pelted Carlito with an apple. More stunned than anything, Carlito turns around and looks at the Funk; presenting Fandango with the opportunity to hit a Swinging Reverse STO – but Carlito blocks it and reverses it into the Backstabber! Carlito covers; one, two, three! Funk's tactic proves fruitless (See what I did there?) and Carlito takes the win!
Cole:Let me guess, Fave Five? Go on! SAY IT BOOK!
Booker T Y'know, I just can't be too certain. You don't want to make too hasty of a decision when you talk about something like the Fave Five! Hahaha!
Kane w/The Undertaker vs Dolph Ziggler w/John Morrison
Ziggler is slow to get into the ring following the pyrotechnics from Kane’s entrance as the referee rings the bell. He ducks the initial lunge by Kane and begins kicking away at the knee of the Big Red Monster. He tries to chip away at his much larger foe before running off the ropes but receives an uppercut to the throat on the rebound! Ziggler bounces to the ground clutching his throat as he scrambles for the ropes, his offense stopped. Kane doesn’t let him get away as instead, he starts pulling Ziggler by the leg. Dolph clings to the rope for dear life before the referee is forced to get Kane off of him. Kane lets go and heads in to pull Ziggler off the ropes another way, but Dolph takes advantage and trips Kane into the ropes! This time it’s Kane who is struck in the throat as Dolph checks Kane….Fame-Asser! Kane is driven face first into the mat and Dolph rolls over the 300 pound frame; one, tw-kickout! Dolph pounds the mat in frustration before sliding away, stalking Kane as he pulls himself up in the corner. Kane is up and Dolph charges for the splash, but Kane steps out of the way! Dolph crashes into the turnbuckle and turns around…side slam by Kane! Kane hooks the leg; one, two, kickout by Ziggler! Kane doesn’t get frustrated and instead ascends the top rope. It isn’t often the big man goes up top, but he’s dangerous when he does….Morrison’s on the apron! Morrison tries to pull Kane off the top rope while the referee yells at him, but Undertaker is there to help his brother! He pulls The Shaman of Sexy down and drives him spine first into the steel ring post as Kane tries to steady himself back on the top turnbuckle for the clothesline.
Dropkick by Ziggler! Ziggler was given time to recover by Morrison and just dropkicked Kane off the top rope! The Big Red Monster crashes to the mat while Dolph stalks the tag team champion. Kane reaches his feet, Zig Zag! Ziggler hits the Zig Zag with authority before covering Kane, forearm in the face; one, two, three! Dolph has just upset one half of the tag team champions with help from his partner!
Taz: That's how the Show Off gets it done!
Booker T: I was impressed with Ziggler in that match, hanging in there with the tag team champ.
Taz: "Hanging in there?" He beat him! Dolph Ziggler just beat Kane!
Cole: More like Dolph Ziggler and John Morrison beat Kane. But speaking of champions, up next, CM Punk defends his TCW Television Championship for the first time, against the newest member of Evolution.
CM Punk(c) vs Antonio Cesaro
TCW Television Championship
The two don’t waste any time and instead lock-up in the center the moment the ref rings the bell. Cesaro manages to slip around the current champion with a rear waist lock and keeps the hold locked in, soon wearing Punk down to a knee. Punk begins to try to elbow his way out of the grip before the challenger showcases his immense strength and hoists Punk in the air above him before planting abdomen first into the mat! Cesaro quickly shoots the half and hooks the leg; one, t-kickout by Punk. Cesaro doesn’t get frustrated, instead pulling Punk up off the mat and locking in a side headlock, trying to win a war of attrition against the champion. The champion tries to fight out of the hold, throwing elbows again before finally forcing Antonio to break his grip. Punk then runs off the ropes and ducks the clothesline by Cesaro, rolling him up with a school-boy! One, two, th-kickout by Cesaro! Antonio scrambles to his feet after the roll-up to try to and mount some offense, roundhouse by Punk! Cesaro has to be out cold as Punk covers; one, two, thr-kickout! Almost by instinct, Cesaro kicks out! Punk backs off as Cesaro is slow to recover in the corner. Punk charges for the high knee, and he hits it! Knee right into the jaw of Antonio before Punk goes for the bulldog, but Cesaro shoves him into the turnbuckle! Punk is forced into the turnbuckle as Antonio tries to steady himself after the knee and kick. Punk is up in the corner and Cesaro charges in for a big boot, but Punk ducks out of the way onto the apron! Cesaro runs his boot into the turnbuckle and hobbles away clutching his leg as Punk stalks Cesaro. Springboard by Punk, right into the uppercut by Cesaro! Punk has to be out cold now! Cesaro looks up to the lights as he feels himself closing in on the championship.
Cesaro is on the vulnerable Punk, trying to raise the champion inbetween his legs. He tries to lift Punk up for the Neutralizer, but Punk blocks it! Cesaro tries again, but Punk blocks it again before countering and hoisting Antonio up on his shoulders! Go To Sleep! Punk hits the GTS and falls into the cover, hooking both legs; one, two, three! Punk retains!
Taz: What we have here is a worthy champion.
Booker T: I think Cesaro could've had it there if he just went for that cover.
Taz: Maybe so, but he made a mistake and paid for it.
Cole: That he did, but finally ladies and gentleman, it is our main event. World Heavyweight Champion Dean Ambrose has been undefeated for months now, but can he keep it up....while running the Gauntlet?
Dean Ambrose vs Kyle O'Reilly, Drew McIntyre, & Ken Kennedy
Dean Ambrose vs Kyle O’Reilly, Drew McIntyre, & Ken Kennedy
The referee rings the bell and the self-proclaimed “dragon” is on the attack, trying to make a statement tonight. He begins throwing bombs into Ambrose, forcing the champion on the defensive in the corner. O’Reilly keeps beating away at the skull of Dean before the referee forces him away as Dean stumbles out of the corner. Kyle is quickly back on the offensive, quickly heading back to the downed Ambrose, kicking away at the ankle of the champ. He grabs the ankle and drags Dean to the ropes, twisting it around the bottom rope before yanking back. The referee begins his count as O’Reilly refuses to stop until right before five. Kyle is scolded away from Ambrose as Dean tries to recover, clutching his ankle as he gets to his feet. Reilly goes back to set up an attack again, but this time Dean kicks him in the gut with the good leg and plants him with a DDT! Dean rolls into the cover, barely hooking the leg; one, tw-kickout! Dean rolls off the cover and mounts O’Reilly, beating into his skull with closed fists. The referee begins to count before forcing Ambrose away, but Dean may have tweaked his leg getting off. Ambrose staggers away gently as Reilly recovers in the corner and sees his opportunity.
O’Reilly lunges, but Ambrose catches him with a small package! The champion was playing possum as O’Reilly struggles; one, two, three! Kyle O’Reilly is eliminated!
O’Reily rolls out of the ring in frustration as the music of Drew McIntyre hits and the Sinister Scotsman runs down to the ring. He wastes no time in unleashing his assault on the champion, stomping away at Ambrose. He pulls Dean to his feet and throws him over his shoulder for a powerslam, but Dean slides off and counters with a neckbreaker! Dean needs to make quick work of McIntyre and rushes to the cover; one, tw-kickout by McIntyre. Dean slides off the cover as he steadies himself up, stalking McIntyre. Drew reaches his feet and Dean charges, clotheslining himself and McIntyre over the top rope! Dean is slow to his feet on the outside, as he may have tweaked his knee on the fall. McIntyre sees this and takes advantage as he chop blocks him from behind before stomping away at the downed champion. Like a predator on the hunt, McIntyre stalks the downed Ambrose all while the referee is counting.
Drew charges at Dean as he reaches his feet, but Ambrose sidesteps and Drew runs face first into the steel ringpost! Drew has to be unconscious as Ambrose staggers into the ring and the referee continues his count. Drew is just to his knees when the referee hits 10 and McIntyre is eliminated by countout!
Kennedy rushes down to the ring after the elimination of McIntyre, stomping away at the champion. Dean fights back best as he can, after already having fought two opponents by throwing shots to the stomach of Ken. Ken staggers backwards after the unexpected offense of Ambrose before ducking a punch and hoisting Ambrose up on his shoulders. He goes for the Green Bay Plunge, but Dean slides off the back and shoves Kennedy into the corner. He waits for Kennedy to come out of the corner before trying for a suplex, but Ken lands on his feet and turns Ambrose around, going for the Mic Check. Dean elbows his way out of it and whips Kenndy off the ropes.
Kennedy rebounds off the ropes into the waiting Ambrose who hoists him up for the Midnight Special! He drives Kennedy into the mat before sliding away and waiting for Ken to recover. Ken gets to his knees and Ambrose hits the Shining Wizard! Kennedy is out as Dean slides into the cover; one, two, three! The Champion remains dominant over three opponents tonight!
Taz: THAT is why he's the World Champion. Not because of some rash decision or because of some muscle. Performances like that!
Booker T: I gotta agree with you there, I mean, he just beat three of the best TCW has to offer, one right after the other.
Taz: Dean Ambrose has successfully run the gauntlet here tonigh-
Tazz is cut off as the PA System turns on and begins to play. Ambrose is left confused until audible words are heard.
RUN RUN WITH HER
Oh my god! Just as the bell rings on Ambrose's third and final pinfall for this evening, the Sultan of Sleaze's music hit - and the crowd erupt! Is he cashing in right now!? A sweating, battered and visibly exhausted Ambrose turns his attention to the the stage straight away, not even going near his World Title. The crowd erupt, all waiting for the man himself to emerge, and a few moments he does...but not dressed in ring gear. Alex Shelley comes through the curtain in jeans and his glitter studded sleeveless jacket. The crowd are audibly disappointed that he isn't cashing in tonight, but the World Champion's reaction is the total opposite, sneaking a sigh of relief to himself. He holds the back of his head in pain after that gauntlet match, staring at Shelley. The Sultan looks down from the stage at Ambrose, Money In The Bank briefcase in his right hand. He raises it up in the air with a trademark smirk, and winks at Ambrose. The cameras fade to black with fans cheering at the image of Shelley holding the briefcase aloft, clearly getting inside the head of the Champion already.
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May 23, 13 at 6:11pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
TCW returns live and the cameras are circling around the crow and boos are heard echoing throughout the arena, as the cameras switch they reveal Dolph Ziggler standing in the ring with his new heavy, Roman Reigns!
"I'm sure this man standing next to me right now looks familiar. He is a former tag team champion and was part of a three man group which dominated on the other show. His name, Roman Reigns!"
The crowd instantly stands to boo very loudly and a faint "You Suck" chant is heard.
"Every great superstar, past or present always has and will have a great manager or heavy in his corner watching his back. Take a look at CM Punk, and Brock Lesnar. Managed by maybe the greatest manager in wrestling history. Paul Heyman! He made them what they are today. Great superstars and athletes. They are future hall of famers for sure. And with a man like Roman Reigns on Morrison and my side, who can stop us from becoming TCW Tag Team Champions!"
Another "You Suck" chant starts this time louder and going all through the arena.
"You guy's don't believe me don't you? I just prove to you all last week in this very ring, that I can defeat Kane."
Ziggler looks up at the titan tron as a video package begins to plays.
quote TCW Last Week"Did you all see that? Did you? Do you believe yet? If you don't you should. Morrison and I are the future of TCW! After Kane and Undertaker leave the wrestling business, if they ever do. Morrison and I will be winning World Titles after World Titles becoming the greatest superstars in TCW! But lets not rush right into the World Titles. Let's start with first becoming the TCW Tag Team Champs. First, tonight on TCW, in this very ring. Morrison and myself will be taking on Triple H an Antonio Cesaro in a tag team match. And the winning teams will face the Brothers of Destruction, for the titles. After tonight, when we defeat Evolution, once again, we will be one match away from becoming the newest tag team champions!"
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May 23, 13 at 7:11pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Wrestler: Bray Wyatt
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In what comes as a shock to just about everyone, the sun is shining in the UK as the cameras open up on a courtyard in centre of Belfast City. The weather seems to have led everyone out from their homes as the courtyard bustling, busy shoppers clutching bags in each hand, suited up men enjoying a lunch time time stroll, school children coated in sunblock and probably even a few loved up teenagers with ice creams.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" hollers a man's voice from somewhere, louder than the shuffle of footsteps and chirping birds that can also be heard.
The call seems to have attracted the attention of quite a few people and they turn to see just who and where it came from.
"People of Belfast!" shouts the same voice.
A crowd formulates around the voice, making it difficult for the camera to catch sight of the man. The cameraman just manages to squirm his way through the mass and get to the front, showing the speaker stood on some sort of public monument (or whatever you want to call this), stood with his arms outstretched on this makeshift pulpit.
"Not a single one of you," he begins, "understands what I am."
Wyatt stands in an unbuttoned, short sleeve Hawaiin shirt with a black vest underneath, which he has paired with baggy white linen trousers. His hair is shoulder length and scraggly, as is his unkempt beard. In of his outstretched hands he holds a straw hat.
A few in the crowd have seen enough already and disperse, but the majority stay gathered, about fifty people, waiting to see what all of this is about.
"What I am...is understanding. The people of Belfast, the people of this country, I understand you. I understand the history and pain you all went through, the bombings and killing of innocents. You hurt...but I hurt too. But we don't have to hurt no more."
Wyatt fits the straw hat onto the top of his head and looks out throughout the crowd.
"I grew up in Layfette, Louisana, I grew up with my daddy. But my daddy was a mean old man. He had this boat he used to go fishin' on, and he cared more about that fishin' boat than he cared for me. He pulled me outta school 'cause he didn't have time to drive me in the mornin's or pick me up in the afternoons, so I didn't go to school and I didn't learn with the other kids. I didn't grow up like any other kid, and that pissed me off. I was an angry little boy who hated his fishin' daddy."
Wyatt walks back and forth along the pulpit, which only allows for a few steps each side. After a few seconds he turns and addresses the crowd again, the numbers having not depleted.
"But then one day my daddy's fishin' caught fire and it burned and it burned, and it sunk to the bottom of the sea. And my daddy followed it all...the way...down. "
Wyatt drops his head and looks at the floor, avoiding eye contact with those who watch him, as if mourning. Slowly, he raises his head again.
"But, that boat fire..." Wyatt says, a sinister smirk on his face. He produces a lighter and ignites a flame, laughing in to it as he speaks. ""It wasn't any sort of coincidence."
Snapping the flame out, Wyatt puts the lighter back into his pocket.
"So with my daddy gone I went away for a while. A long while. And when you're alone in the world you learn a few things, like how the world ain't so keen to help some piece of white trash kid. But let me tell you somethin' - I am no white piece of trash. I am better than you all! I can out-learn you, out-read you, out-think you, out-philosophise you and I can out-fight you."
Bray Wyatt turns to a duffel bag that sits behind him and reaches into it, still shouting as he does so.
"Belfast, tonight I debut in TCW. I want you all to come watch me."
Wyatt begins to throw out tickets from the bag, dozens and dozens thrown to those in the crowd, and he then tips the few remaining out in front of himself.
"I don't know who I get in the ring with, but I wouldn't wanna be them, man. I wouldn't wanna be the guys I get my hands on after years as a vagrant, of being spat on and turned away. No way, man. Come with me, Belfast, bring your troubled history and follow me as I make someone burn, just like my daddy burned. Eventually you will learn just what I am."
With a smirk, Wyatt stretches his arms out as they were at the beginning.
"My name is Bray Wyatt," he says. The preacher looks the sky and sings, "And TIIIIIIIME, IS ON, MYYY....SIDE!"
As people pocket their free tickets and this sermon ends, the cameras fade to black.
Edit: May 24, 13 6:01am
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May 24, 13 at 7:31pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Following the May 21 show in Portland, Josh Matthews is on standby for the TCW.COM post show.
"Welcome to the TCW post Warzone show," said Josh Matthews. "I'm Josh Matthews and I'm all set to interview Ken Kennedy, who had yet another loss, extending his losing streak to god knows how many matches. We are heading to his locker room right now."
Matthews then walks to Kennedy's locker room and finds the door open. A few people are walking in and out.
"What's going on?" Josh asked someone.
"Kennedy might have a concussion," said the guy. "Seems Ambrose hit Kennedy real good in the head with that Shining Wizard from what I heard.
The guy then walked out as Josh navigates his way to Kennedy, being seen by a doctor.
"Excuse me, doctor. How is he?" asked Josh.
The doctor looked up at Josh and stood up next to him.
"Well, preliminary tests indicate that he does not have a concussion," said the doctor. "But I will be running further tests at my office later."
Josh looks at Kennedy.
"He looks a bit loopy there," said Josh. "Are you sure he doesn't have a concussion?"
Kennedy, overhearing the conversation, gets up and looks at Matthews.
"Really? Really? REALLY?"said Kennedy. "I do not have a concussion and you wanna know why? Because I'm AWESOME!!!!"
And with that, Kennedy walks out of the locker room. Josh Matthews looks at the doctor.
"You sure he doesn't have a concussion?" asked Josh. "Because he thinks he's the Miz."
"I'm positive. I'll have to run more tests to be sure," said the doctor. "But I'm fairly confident Ken is not concussed."
Josh looks at the doctor.
"You, sir, are a quack," said Josh, walking out of the locker room as the segment comes to a close.
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May 26, 13 at 12:29pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Tag Team Match for the No. 1 Contendership to the Tag Team Titles
Evolution (Triple H & Antonio Cesaro w/ Cody Rhodes) vs. John Morrison & Dolph Ziggler
The crowd are silent as suddenly the theme song of The International Sensation starts to play; this of course means one thing, the arrival of Antonio Cesaro! The sound of his song drives the fans wild, booing him and jeering him as they wait for the arrival of the International Sensation. They did not have to wait long for him, as he arrives, dressed in his usual wrestle attire. He steps out from the back, the fans spotting him as he walks forward, a small smirk on his face as he moves forward and then raises his arms outwards and punches the air several times. Antonio Cesaro then merely walks down to the ring, casually as the fans show their hate for him. He has been here before in the Warzone ring, many times yet the boos are always different for him. As his music dies away, he slides into the ring and merely waits for the fans to fall quiet enough for him to be heard, which takes a few seconds, but Antonio Cesaro doesn’t mind; he will wait as long as it takes, he has all the time in the world right now. The crowd falls silent. Antonio Cesaro then slowly raises the microphone up to his lips to address the Warzone crowd.
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May 26, 13 at 8:05pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
[Header Coming Soon]
Live on TCW.com, the newest, and hottest show on the web right now, The Dirt Sheet, starring the Guru Of Greatness, John Morrison, and the Show-Off Dolph Ziggler starts live with an automatic recording cheering as Ziggler and Morrison sit in director like chairs with a Hollywood type sign behind them that reads "The Dirt Sheet!"
"Welcome to episode two, of The Dirt Sheet! I'm the Show-Off Dolph Ziggler and to my right is of course my right hand man, The Shaman of Sexy! John Morrison!"
Another automatic recording starts to play applause. Morrison begins to speak using a relaxed, calm monotone.
"Hello greasy-haired teenagers and overweight men eating McDonald's. Last week, my partner Dolph Ziggler defeated Kane, a feat very few believed possible despite the fact we've been saying we'd do it for about three weeks now. Gentlemen who edit our videos, show a part of Dolph's victory against Kane."
A video clip of last weeks TCW starts to play and it shows the match up between The Big Red Machine, and The Show-Off Dolph Ziggler. It shows Ziggler hitting the fame-asser then quickly stalking Kane before hitting the Zig Zag and pinning his shoulders on the mat for the three count.
"Last week I told all of you non-believers that I was going to defeat one half of the TCW Tag Team Champions. And that is exactly what I did! Some of you might say I had a little help from John Morrison, but that's not what happened. I hit Kane with the Zig Zag then pinned him to the canvas for the three count and had my arm raised in victory!"
"I actually did help you a little bit."
"Well I wouldn't say that."
"Not a lot, just a little bit."
"That sounds more like what happened."
"Nothing to be ashamed of."
"Nothing to make you feel less of a man."
"I know that."
"You could have defeated him yourself."
"I just wanted in on a piece of the action."
"May have been illegal."
"But so is pirating movies and everyone does that."
"And that's what I'm getting at."
The two men bicker quickly back and forth, Ziggler defending his pride and Morrison trying to do the same while being truthful.
"And tonight we face two guys from a stable that has been gone for nearly a decade. That's right; Triple H and Cody Rhodes are rebooting a stable. Now I thought when they did that to Star Trek it sucked, but now I know the true definition of petaQ."
"What the hell does that mean?"
"It's Klingon for useless, which is exactly what Evolution is. They are nothing more than a has been, a never was, and some swiss guy. Tonight we shall mop the floor with them, then rinse them out, then set them in the broom closet for the next time we need to wash the floors."
"Yes, but not only are we going to mop the ring with them, we are going to show them that they are the past and we are the future! And we aren't just here to get what we deserve, but what is ours! And what we deserve! You people are all non-believers and soon enough you'll all come to your senses and realize Morrison and I are going to be carrying this company for years to come and will be the tag team champions soon, very soon.....SHOW! OFF!"
The live show comes to a black screen.
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May 27, 13 at 7:27am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
1......2..........3! Dolph Ziggler has done it! Dolph Ziggler has became the new TCW World Heavyweight Champion! Dolph Ziggler said one day he would become the World Champion, and he has finally done it!
Ziggler has done what most people believe he couldn't achieve here in TCW, he showed them all he could though tonight.
"Dolph wake up!"
Dolph Ziggler awakes from his nap backstage in his dressing room seeing Roman Reigns standing in front of him.
"Dolph, its time to go out to the ring again, lets go"
"Ok, lets do this."
Ziggler gets up off the couch and grabs his "Stealing The Show" shirt and his new blue sleeveless hoodie and grabs a handful of gel and runs it through his hair, and they walk backstage and wait his music to start playing over the loud speakers before the walk out onto the stage and begin to walks towards the ring both him and Reigns being booed the entire way down to the ring. Ziggler slides under the ropes ad Reigns hands him a microphone then climbs into the ring as well standing behind him.
"Pretty soon, two great tag teams will walk down to this ring and give each other everything they have, just so one of them can win and call themselves the number one contenders for the tag team titles. And go one to challenge the Brothers of Destruction."
The fans begin to cheer for the Brothers of Destruction.
"Both teams will come down to the ring, hoping to leave winners, and one team will, and the other team will leave as the losers. And we all know who that is. And It's not Morrison and I. Its the team that we have beat before, and will surely do it again. All of you people don't believe in Morrison and I you think we are both just good looking men who should be on a reality tv show. And hell, we should be! But first, we are going to capture the tag team titles!"
The fans begin to boo very loudly chanting "You Suck" continuously until Ziggler gets aggravated and walks out of the ring dropping the microphone on the ground. And Roman Reigns picks up the microphone.
"You didn't believe him when he said we would beat Kane last week, and you don't believe him now. What does he have to do to show you all he isn't messing around here? In just a little bit, Ziggler and Morrison will walk down to this ring, and be declared the winners, and then they will defeat the Brothers of Destruction, and hold the tag team titles around their waist! You will all soon believe!"
Reigns drops the microphone and the screen turns to black and goes to a commercial.
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May 27, 13 at 3:44pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Ken Kennedy is backstage in an interview segment with his doctor and Josh Matthews at the Belfast show.
"Welcome back. I'm Josh Matthews and with me is Ken Kennedy and his doctor," said Matthews. "Doctor, last week you examined Ken and said he did not have a concussion following his match with Dean Ambrose. Do you still feel that way?"
"Of course," said the doctor. "Ken passed all his concussion tests and he's ready tonight to kick some butt. Tell him, Ken!!
"Welllllllll, I'll tell you this!" said Kennedy in a growling voice. "It is about damned time I am in a singles match after being in a triple threat, a fatal four way, a five man, a six man, a seven man match, etc. You get my point! I'm surprised I haven't been thrown in a battle royal. But now it is time to prove myself and show I can get it done when in a one on one match!"
Josh turns to the doctor.
"Are you sure he doesn't have a concussion?" asked Josh. "Now he thinks he's Road Warrior Hawk."
"I'm positive," said the doctor. "Ken is ready to go."
Josh looks back at Ken and has a skeptical look on his face.
"All right. Where are we, Ken?" asked Josh.
Ken thinks for a minute.
"Green Bay?" said Ken.
Josh looks back at the doctor.
"Are you kidding me? You, sir, are a quack," said Josh.
"That's my name," said the doctor. "Doctor Quackenbush at your service. Now if you don't mind, I need to help get Ken ready for his match tonight."
Dr. Quackenbush and Ken Kennedy then leave the set as Josh looks back at the camera.
"We'll be back after a word from our sponsors," said Josh.
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May 27, 13 at 3:54pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Name: John Cena
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John Cena logs into his laptop and double clicks Google Chrome. After several minutes of loading he raises an eyebrow. He clicks on the refresh button several times but still nothing.
He calls tech support who have him unplug multiple things only to tell him to call back tomorrow. Cena drops his laptop in the bin as he leaves the room and opts to use the limited internet on his phone. How frustrating.
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May 27, 13 at 5:21pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
"The Instant Classic" Christian Cage
He had shown them all last week. He was not to be laughed at anymore. No, now they needed to start taking The Instant Classic seriously. Those morons could deny it all they want, but it was the truth. The Instant Classic deserved better.
Though those idiots sitting in the board room didn't seem to get that. They didn't seem to be able to fathom the fact that Christian Cage was the best talent they had. Instead of putting him in title matches, he was being lumped in with irrelevant garbage. Last week he conquered John Cena, and the week prior, he should've won Money in the Bank. And now?
"Lumped in with dirt. Carlito? Guy could never accomplish anything. And instead of truly trying to move on with his life, instead he goes on Twitter rants like a thirteen year old girl. And then Bray Wyatt....I don't even know who the hell that guy is. Irrelevant garbage everywhere. And I keep getting grouped in with them. God damn it. WHY THE HELL?!"
Cage wasn't even in the loneliness of his own locker room. He had just screamed in the middle of the hallway. The people around him were startled, but expected no less. Cage was insane. That much had been confirmed by now. No, instead they just peddled on with their work like Christian never even existed. It wasn't even like Dean Ambrose where they were afraid to be around him. They just ignored him. Cage was fine with that.
The gnats in the back were worth nothing to him. It all seemed fitting. Gnats floating around here in the back along with the garbage like Carlito and Wyatt. And then they had the treasure among the trash. The shining piece of gold hidden in rock and pyrite. The Instant Classic was just waiting for that moment. The moment where he finally dug himself out of the garbage that little table of greedy bastards keep throwing on him.
"Soon enough, you're all gonna regret doubting me. When I'm finally on top with gold around my waist....everyone back here will stop being an annoying gnat and a piece of trash and soon be bowing down to Zeus."
There would be that time. When Christian Cage was where he belonged. On top of the ladder, standing atop Mt. Olympus like the god he was. He was a god. Everyone else was merely a peasant who should be on their knees before him. Instant Classic.
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May 28, 13 at 4:55am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
A video camera is recording the droplets of rain splashing onto the nights streets, a quick change of focus shows the clouds are filled with darkness as the rain splashes on to the camera as the arm of a jacket wipes the lens clean, the camera flips round to the face of Kyle O'Reilly, he looks rough as he sits on the street corner, no other life can be heard or seen as he sits in the rain that splashes around him, a black hooded jacket his only protection from the elements.
Kyle chuckles to himself as he looks down at the rain before flickering his eyes back to the camera with a serious look on his face.
Kyle again laughs to himself as he pushes his hood back off his head, letting the rain hit his face.
Kyle stands up and holds the camera to focus on the dark skies.
Prepare if you wish, but nothing will stop the chaos that Kyle O'Reilly was born to create.
Kyle flips the camera back round to himself as he smiles with a grin on his face before the camera goes black.
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May 28, 13 at 12:19pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Fandango and The Funk
The Total Championship Wrestling camera crew shows up at a very generically named Belfast dance club. As the camera pushes through the door, it’s met with some very unchill Lil Wayne music. Beautiful, young Irish women and rich, old Irish men alike make up the scene. All are thrashing along to the music. The man in yellow, accompanied by the large man in red, sits in the shadows. They are waiting for the perfect moment to make their entrance. The seconds tick by and Lil Wayne drops syllable after syllable, but the two men do not yet make their move. At the end of the song, the DJ pulls up a separate audio file to produce Louis Armstrong's Swinging on Nothing. Confused looks shoot around the club, as the man in yellow steps onto the dance floor. He grabs the prettiest Irish lass by the hand and begins leading her in dance. He twirls her. He throws her, before catching her arm and pulling her back. He dips her. All the while, the trumpets belt out the tune. As the song comes to an end, the man in yellow plants a long kiss on the gorgeous lady, and allows her to depart, cheeks now matching her red hair.
The rap music returns once again, and the man in yellow returns to the shadows with his larger counterpart. The man in red is not alone. It appears that TCW’s very own Todd Grisham has joined the duo. Grisham waves the camera closer and the cameraman obliges, nearing the trio and flipping the camera light on. The subjects are now blatantly clear – if they weren’t already before. Fandango and The Funk sit at the cornered table across from Todd Grisham. Fandango lights up a Cuban cigar, and brushes the hair out of his face. “So, Mister Grisham, it appears you have found my associate and myself at our leisure. What is the meaning of this,” Fandango pauses, searching for the right word, “intrusion ?”
Todd Grisham shifts unsteadily in his seat, looking from the lit cigar of Fandango to the ferocious eyes of the Funk. Fandango blows a ring of smoke out and Grisham is at once entranced until the ring dissipates. He then pulls up his trusty Total Championship Wrestling Microphone and regains his commentarial composure. “Fandango. The Funk. Last week, you only showed your face via some filmed segment in some cluttered getaway. You didn’t show your face in the arena until your match with Carlito. And now, this week, the TCW Universe is left to wonder… Why? Who is Fandango, and why has he made himself so scarce to the TCW Universe?” Grisham’s eyes waiver between the duo, as he awaits a response to his plethora of questions.
A chuckle rises in Fandango’s throat and he sucks it down with another hit on the cigar. Fandango kicks his feet up onto the chair, before taking the cigar from his lips and rolling it between his second and third finger. “Mister Grisham,” he begins, “you claim you want to know who Fandango is. Yet I’ve told you. You ask why I didn’t show up in the arena last week. Yet I did. For my match against Carlito. You say that I and my associate have left the ‘TCW Universe’ in the dark. That much, I cannot argue with.” Grisham shuffles in his seat, unsure that Fandango is actually answering the questions he has laid before him. The Master of the Dance continues, “But, Todd Grisham, despite this front of questions, I think you’re withholding your true intentions, Todd…”
The Funk’s mouth creeps to a smile and the color drains from the face of the interviewer. What is it that he means? thought Grisham, and why is the big one smiling at me? Did I say something wrong? Will a beating come of this? “N-no!” stammers Grisham. “Th-th-that’s what I want to know, honest!”
“No, no, I think I know what you want.” Fandango presses his cigar into the ash tray and gets to his feet. The Funk follows suit, as both approach Grisham. “You want to learn how to dance!” A huge smile overcomes the face of Fandango, as he peels Grisham off his seat, and tosses him into the dance floor! Grisham stands awkwardly on the dance floor, as Fandango and The Funk attempt to teach Grisham a thing or two about Fox Trot. The image fades to black, as obviously, this was not what Todd Grisham came here for.
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