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May 28, 13 at 1:10pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
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Written by Shiny & ADA 2 with permission from The Voiceless.
The theme music of Evolution plays loudly as Triple H and Dashing Cody Rhodes walk down to the ring, dressed is suits and ties. The events of last week are still fresh in the fans' minds. The question has yet to be answered. Why did Antonio Cesaro save them from Batista's attack on last week's Warzone? Cesaro made a speech earlier this week that suggested he was now a member of Evolution. Is this the case? The fans hold back their boos, hoping that Triple H and Rhodes and here to provide some answers to the public.
Triple H and Dashing Cody Rhodes both start laughing. Rhodes gives his Evolution comrade a playful punch on the shoulder, appreciating his joke at Batista's expense.
Rhodes nods as the fans express their disgust at the spin Triple H has been putting on the facts. Triple H, who is used to being hated, simply ignores them. He hands his microphone to the dashing one, Cody Rhodes. Rhodes accepts and picks up where his partner left off.
The fans boo Evolution as loudly as they can and Rhodes takes offence. He hits the microphone with the palm of his hand, causing a dreadfully loud noise that renders the fans silent.
Antonio Cesaro's music hits and the newest member of Evolution appears on the stage. As we saw in his earlier appearance, he is already dressed in his wrestling gear. While Triple H and Rhodes prepared for this speech by wearing suits, Cesaro does not care for appearances. He is simply focusing on what really matters in this business, the wrestling itself. Triple H holds the ropes open for Cesaro to enter the ring while Rhodes applauds the multilingual superstar. As Cesaro reaches the ring, he wastes no time waiting from the heat from the crowd to fade. He is handed a microphone by Rhodes and he speaks immediately.
Antonio Cesaro then lowers the microphone as the fans in attendance become very loud. Hatred from the public is nothing new to Cesaro, who merely looks at his new tag team partners as a little smirk breaks over his face. He then continues to speak down into his microphone.
Cesaro hands the microphone to Triple H, who finishes the speech with two words, aimed directly at Cesaro.
Triple H and Antonio Cesaro shake hands and Cesaro's membership in Evolution is now apparently official. Cesaro then shakes hand with Rhodes, who smiles back at him in approval. The three men raise their arms in the middle of the ring. If these three men can keep their promises, then they will shake TCW to its very foundations.
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May 28, 13 at 2:13pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
The camera pans to a darkened room with only a dim candle lit flame providing any light in the room, heavy breathing can be heard but due to the darkness it's impossible to tell where, or who the person is.
A voice can be heard, speaking with a soft, mellow tone.
A chuckle can be heard as well as footsteps as the flame of the candle flickers with the movement, almost as if the flames are dancing around the darkness.
The voice continues speaking in a soft tone, it's only when he stands behind the camera, that it's possible to realise the voice belongs to Kyle O'Reilly, he stands behind the flames, looking at them flickering, the reflection of the flames clear in the reflection of his eyes as he has a maniacal grin on his face.
Tonight, the world of chaos opens its doors, and the laws of violence and brutality will be enforced, it has begun, and nothing, nobody, can stop our new world.
Kyle laughs to himself with the same psychotic grin not leaving his face as he blows the candle out, continuing to laugh to himself.
Kyle's psychotic laughter continues until the camera switches off.
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May 28, 13 at 3:08pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Ken Kennedy's music hits as he appears on stage with his doctor and walks down the ramp to the ring. He gets into the ring, asks for a mic, and surveys the crowd. Finally he speaks.
"Finally.,....finally, the Ken has come back to Bellllllllfast!!!!!" proclaimed Ken.
"Oh geez, now he thinks he is the Rock," sighed Michael Cole.
"The Ken has heard what Kyle O'Reilly has to say and the Ken is like...what?"said Ken Kennedy."The Ken thinks Kyle O'Reilly does not make any sense. The Ken thinks Kyle O'Reilly is blowing smoke out of his ass. The Ken thinks Kyle O'Reilly is a complete idiot. And you know what the Ken will do to Kyle O'Reilly tonight? That's right! The Ken will kick Kyle O'Reilly's candy ass from here to Timbuktu tonight!!!"
The crowd does a half assed pop, not sure what to make of Ken Kennedy.
"After tonight, the Ken will get his first win since dropping the TV title a few months ago," said Ken. "And speaking of the TV Title, CM Punk, keep that belt nice and shiny because soon the Ken will be coming after it!"
"All right, I gotta do this," said Cole, who then took off his headset, grabbed a mic and climbed into the ring.
Cole then looks at both Ken Kennedy and his doctor.
"Are you positive Ken Kennedy does not have a concussion?" asked Cole. "Because he seems to have the personalities of three wrestlers."
"I assure you he has passed his concussion tests," said Doctor Quackenbush."He may seem odd, but from my point of view, he is cleared to wrestle and as he said, he is prepared to defeat this Kyle O'Reilly tonight."
Cole gives Quackenbush a skeptical look.
"Whatever," said Cole, leaving the ring and shaking his head.
Kennedy and Quackenbush then leave the ring.
"Something has to be done," said Cole. "Kennedy is not playing with a full deck."
"Nothing we can do, Cole," said Booker. "Let's enjoy the rest of the show. We'll be back with a word from our sponsors."
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May 28, 13 at 3:58pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
The Brothers of Destruction
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The scene opens and the cameras are backstage in the locker room of Kane and The Undertaker, better known as the Brothers of Destruction. At the pay-per-view they fought off other teams in order to become the tag team champions, which mean once again they were at the pinnacle of the mountain for tag teams in the professional wrestling business. Not that anybody would be surprised by this though, if anything the surprise would be the fact this is one of only a few tag team title runs for the monstrous duo. As the two ready themselves for battle by putting on their ring attire, we catch glimpse of those prized titles. Sat against the locker room wall, with the two brothers guarding over there, like animals guarding their kill from other predators. Tonight they’d once again have to prove their worth as the champions, whilst the championships may not be up for grabs it was still a match that they could ill afford to lose. A loss so soon after winning the titles would show a definite chink in the armour of the duo, something other teams would look to exploit. Something which Kane seemed to be aware of, as he kept nervously eying up his older brother. He had to talk him into fighting for the titles, and almost drag him to the arena to fight at the pay-per-view so where did he stand tonight? Could he rely on his brother to again step up to the plate, and be there to have his back. Or was The Deadman again looking to do anything but go to war?
Kane again nervously looked towards his brother, almost scared of just what his response would be. He’d already played the family card to get him fight, so he knew it wasn’t something that he could run to again. Meaning if Taker said no he’d be by himself, and whilst Brodus Clay and Fandango may not be the most intimidating team ever it held more of a symbolic meaning. If he couldn’t rely on his brother tonight, how would he be able to hold up the team by himself? Even monsters have their limits. Kane looked on, there was no response from The Undertaker though.
There was almost a nervousness in Kane’s voice, something that people weren’t used to. The fact that Kane seemed completely unaware as to his brother’s state of mind seemed to seep into the crowed, and an undeniable tension filled the arena. Everyone was on the edge of their seat, all spurring Taker to give any kind of sign that he was going to fight. Finally The Deadman stood up straight, and turned to face his younger brother. There was an awkward pause, as Taker appeared to be considering his choices. Kane then at last got his response.
As soon as those words left the lips of The Phenom the entire arena erupted into a thunderous ovation. The nervous look instantly lifted from the Big Red Machine, and was replaced with a calm smile. All in that one moment the sense of weakness was gone, and now once again the Brothers of Destruction looked invincible. There was a definite consensus that the chances of Brodus and Fandango had just been dramatically cut. Kane watched on as his brother made his way over to the title belts and picked them up, he then turned and made his way towards the locker room door. He pushed it over, before looking back over his shoulder.
Taker held out his hand, extended one of the tag team titles to his brother. Kane gave a simple nod and made his way over to his brother, he took the title and threw it over his shoulder. The two then made their way out of the locker room, slamming the door shut behind them. The cameras then slowly faded to black, before cutting back to ringside
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May 28, 13 at 7:19pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
The Show opens tonight in Belfast, Ireland, in what promises to be an awesome show! The pyros fly into the air, and the camera swivels around to the commentators, who are all dressed up in... what appear to be leprechaun hats.. and green suits. Real cultured, TCW...
Michael Cole: Good evening ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to -
WE'VE GOT THE FIRE, WHO'S GOT THE MATCHES?
Dean Ambrose - what a start to the show! The music of the World Champion blares around the arena, interrupting Michael Cole, and causing an eruption of boos from the Belfast crowd right off the bat. A few seconds pass and the jeers begin to quieten down, by quickly reignite louder than ever as Dean Ambrose and AJ emerge from the curtain. The couple make their way down the ramp, both sporting 'Explicit Ambrose Violence' t-shirts, Ambrose's covered by a grungy jacket and AJ's ripped and cropped to her stomach. The champion looks far from happy as he walks, hunched as ever down the ramp, while AJ skips as per usual. They stop when the reach the bottom of the ramp, and turn back to the curtain, and suddenly...Brock Lesnar's music hits! The Superbeast is here too! The crowd erupt in boos just as they did from Ambrose's arrival, while the Champ smirks as The Superbeast makes his way down the ramp. Once he reaches Ambrose and AJ, the trio enter the ring together. Dean snatches the microphone from Justin Roberts, who was just about to begin introducing them. Boos descend from the crowd again as Ambrose brings the microphone to his mouth, forcing him to pace around the ring in frustration until the die down. Eventually they do, and he begins.
Dean Ambrose: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen...tonight I have a few things to say, a few things I want to, want to get off my chest. You see, over the last few weeks, Brock Lesnar and I, Brock Lesnar...we have broken all the rules. There isn't a single superstar, diva, stage-hand, commentator, comissioner, make-up artist or member of the TCW 'Universe' who is outside the blast radius. Do you, do you realise that? I mean, do you really get that? We answer to NOBODY! NO-ONE IS SAFE! Yet people, people keep asking, people keep demanding answers... 'What is their game? What is their aim? Why are Brock Lesnar and Dean Ambrose together?' That's all I keep hearing! That's all anyone ever says, every tweet, every message board, every meet and greet...and it's getting on my nerves. It -
Ambrose stops himself when he breaks out of his shell and realises that The Superbeast is standing with his hand out, waiting for the microphone. Ambrose looks a little startled and confused, but obliges by handing it over. Lesnar stares out at the crowd with a look of disgust on his face.
Lesnar: You pukes couldn't possibly understand why I stick by Dean Ambrose. I've been called a hitman, an errand boy. Make no mistake about it, I answer to NO ONE, but Brock Lesnar! Dean Ambrose is one of the few people who actually has my respect. He gets it. [Lesnar looks at Ambrose, directly addressing him] Oh trust me, Dean, no disrespect, but if I wanted to...I could snap you in half like a twig, and I wouldn't think twice about it.
On that statement, the Belfast crowd suddenly erupt into cheers! Ambrose and AJ are both taken aback by the statement, and Ambrose, for once, is emotionless, speechless, and the crowd begin to kick off a 'Do It!' chant - but they are cut off by Lesnar.
Lesnar: But what good would that do? I have no desire to take your World Heavyweight Championship, I want what you want. And that is to hurt people, and I want to continue...hurting people. [Lesnar looks away from Ambrose and into the camera, his eyesbrows furrowed in sheer anger.] But unfortunately, some washed up CHICKEN *BEEP* has decided to stick his nose where it doesn't belong. EDGE! I'm talking about you!
Again, the crowd erupt into cheers, fully behind the return of the multi-time World Champion who has served as their dark knight in this fight against Lesnar and Ambrose's nigh-on tyranny of TCW. The cheering gets to Lesnar, who looks moments away from snapping. Sensing this, and not wanting it to happen, Ambrose quickly steps in and takes the microphone from the volatile Superbeast.
Dean Ambrose: But the stars have aligned in Edge's favour, because he isn't here tonight. I never thought I'd be jealous of a guy who Brock Lesnar wants to get his hands on, but I wish I was in Edge's shoes right now because he doesn't have to be stood in this...cesspit [Heat]. But Edge isn't here, and we have another itch to scratch. Last week, last week I beat three different guys, but yet again I was disrespected by TCW. Instead of singing my praises, instead of getting a standing ovation from all of you for what I achieved...I was mocked. I was made fun of. ALEX SHELLEY [Cheers] came out here last week and he, he mocked me...he mocked me. He tried to make a fool out of me! [Ambrose is irate, but also visibly upset by this, AJ attempting to console him and amend his fragile mental state, but he quickly explodes in a tyrade] ALEX SHELLEY tries to make a fool out of me...Alex Shelley made the biggest mistake of his life! Because now I'm upset, now, now I'm in one of my moods. And that doesn't bode well for Alex Shelley, not...one...bit. TONIGHT - I am going to face Alex Shelley in this right! [Cheers] Yeah, you heard me, tonight, right here, I will lock horns with Alex Shelley! [Cheers]
Michael Cole: Wow! What an announcement!
A smirk appears on the face of Ambrose, and Lesnar, but the crowd are too hyped up to pay any attention. The champion brings the microphone to his lips once again.
Dean Ambrose: Tonight, live in Belfast, on TCW Warzone, your main event will be Alex Shelley versus Dean Ambrose.......and Brock Lesnar, in a handicap match! [Major Heat] Then we'll see if Alex Shelley is ready to mess with Dean Ambrose, we'll see just if Alex Shelley really has balls, we'll see if - -
The crowd erupt! Ambrose looks far from impressed as Alex Shelley's music plays around the arena. He turns to face the stage, where Alex Shelley strolls into camera shot. Mr Money In The Bank is in a pair of designer jeans and his glitter studded vest, and of course, holds his briefcase in his hand as he stands on the stage, soaking in the cheers.
Dean Ambrose: What exa--
Alex Shelley: Oh would you please just shut up!?
The Belfast crowd air their appreciation for Shelley's request with a massive cheer. The trio in the ring are the complete opposite, Ambrose is seething with anger, while AJ is clearly shocked by the audacity of Shelley. The Superbeast stands, rolling his shoulders, nearly foaming at the mouth, such is his desperation to get his hands on Shelley.
Alex Shelley: You see, Dean, just about everybody is sick of your shit, everybody is sick of you running your mouth with Brock Lesnar stood in your shadow. The guys in the back, the commentators, the TCW Universe [Cheers] are sick at the sight of you and that snarling beast you walk around with...and we're sick of Brock Lesnar too.
Ambrose and AJ explode with anger! Ambrose bits his lip just to calm himself and forms fists by his sides, irate at the insult from Shelley. The crowd, meanwhile, love it and show their appreciation. The reactions from the fans and indeed Ambrose bring out that trademark smirk from Shelley.
Alex Shelley: But, I get why no one does anything. I really do. I'm not doubting your ability and I'm damn sure not doubting Brock's, but it's about time someone got in there and beat you around that ring and wiped that creepy smile off of your face...and I'm the guy to do it. [Cheers] So tonight, I will get in the ring with you and Brock. But while I'm ballsy, I'm not an idiot. If I step in there alone, I'll get torn limb from limb, which is why I won't be stepping in there alone.
Ambrose bursts into laughter, the un-nerving, manic sound cutting off Shelley.
Dean Ambrose: You want a tag team match? Hahaha! You think there's someone back there who'll agree to that? I've beaten just everybody back there, and you think any of 'em are in a rush to get in here with me again? With Brock? I am a street dog, and you ask anyone, my bite is a lot worse than my bark!
Alex Shelley: I don't for a second think it'll be second, but you'd be damn wrong if you thought I won't scour the lockeroom looking for someone to be my partner tonight. There isn't a guy back there who doesn't hate you, I just need to find someone who hates you so much that he's willing to - -
BEST IN THE WORLD!
What the - ? There isn't a single person in the arena sure of what's going out, but in time with his music, CM Punk struts onto the stage! Ambrose, Lesnar, AJ, Shelley, the fans - everyone isn't sure exactly why he's here, but in a plain zip up jacket, the Cult Of Personality is here! Microphone in hand, he smirks as he looks at Shelley, and Ambrose, and those in the seats of the Belfast Arena.
CM Punk: You know, what you said isn't totally true, Alex. You said, that everyone hates these guys but they're too afraid to do anything about it. But while it's certainly true that I hate these guys, hell, I hate just about everybody in this place - you included - but I have been trying to do something about it. Last week, the world saw me go into Paul Heyman's office and not ask, but demand a chance to get in the ring and prove that the World Heavyweight Title is in the wrong hands, and it wasn't given to me. Instead, Dean Ambrose made his way to the ring and polished off three nobodies, and everyone was so impressed. What was it you said, Booker? You said that Dean Ambrose beat 'three of the best TCW has to offer'. But let me make one thing clear, he hasn't beaten thee best.
Ambrose squints at Punk, clearly not impressed by the accusations that he hasn't proven himself yet. The crowd cheer, sensing what Punk is getting at, but Shelley raises an eyebrow at him, needing confirmation before he can fully understand - after all, these two guys have been at each other's throats for nearly a month now! Punk looks right at Shelley.
CM Punk: You said you needed somebody to team with tonight, that you needed somebody who hates Dean Ambrose enough that they'll step in the ring with him and Brock Lesnar. Well, you haven't found 'somebody', you have The Best In The World right here, willing to ignore the differences and petty arguments we've had over the past few weeks, so I can get my hands on Dean Ambrose and prove that the TV Title isn't the only one I should be carrying around.
The crowd erupt! Lesnar looks absolutely outraged at Punk's over, but the more calculated Ambrose watches on, waiting to see how Shelley will take the offer...
They shake hands! Shelley has found a partner! The roof damn near comes off of the Belfast Arena, and Ambrose begins to kick the bottom rope in anger at what he has gotten himself into. The camera's cut to a commercial on the sight of Shelley and Punk standing together on the ramp, staring into the eyes of an an angered Superbeast and an absolutely irate Dean Ambrose.
Cole: Me either. CM Punk and Alex Shelley....teaming together?
Booker T: Now man, I'm not sure if those two can coexist, but if they can, I think our champ Dean Ambrose is in for some trouble here tonight.
Ken Kennedy vs. Kyle O'Reilly
As the match starts, O’Reilly rushes in, letting out the aggressive nature that has been more apparent as of recent weeks. He ducks behind the arms of Kennedy, locking in a rear waist lock before powering Kennedy up and planting him stomach first into the mat. O’Reilly keeps in the waist lock as the referee checks for the submission, but Kennedy refuses to give. O’Reilly gets angry and breaks the hold, instead sending shots into the spine of Ken before running off the ropes. He tries to drop an elbow, but Kennedy rolls out of the way! Kyle shakes his elbow in pain as he is slow to his feet while Kennedy recovers in the corner. O’Reilly charges, but he runs into a boot by Kennedy. Ken then explodes out of the corner with a clothesline! And then another! Kennedy then goes for a roundhouse, but O’Reilly ducks it….and is then caught with an enziguri by Kennedy! Ken shoots the half and hooks the leg; one, two, th-kickout by O’Reilly! Ken keeps his head in the game as he stalks O’Reilly to his feet and hoists him up for the Green Bay Plunge. O’Reilly elbows Kennedy in the side of the head before sliding off the back and grabbing Kennedy by the leg. Ankle Lock! The Ankle Lock is locked in!
O’Reilly wrenches back on the leg of Kennedy, but Ken fights through the pain. He crawls himself toward the corner before rolling through, sending O’Reilly face-first into the turnbuckle! Ken gets to his feet as Kyle staggers out of the corner, Mic Check! O’Reilly is driven facefirst into the mat as Kennedy rolls him over; one, two, three! Kennedy wins it here tonight!
Cole: Right you are! And.. I'm just receiving word that Ireland's very own Finlay is going to be joining us on broadcast tonight! What an announcement!
Booker T Finlay! Oh, me and my boy Finlay go way back! Remember the King's Court? Hahaha!
Finlay's entrance theme of traditional bagpipes blasts out over the loudspeaker, and Finlay himself steps out onto the stage, holding his trusty Shaleighleigh in one hand, and a microphone in the other! The crowd erupts to see their country be represented by a true legend! Finlay, dressed in his finest suit, approaches the ring, and enters only after slapping the hand of every arena member in the front row. He steps into the ring and a smile creases his wrinkled face.
The crowd erupts at the kind words from Finlay. A "You still got it!" chant pops up around the arena, as the crowd apparently let Finlay know he still knows how to work a mic. Finlay holds the microphone back to his mouth, and smiles again.
An all too familiar sound begins playing over the loudspeaker - the ticking of a clock, backed by the faint sound of a guitar. And then, a guitar riff plays and the lyrics pick up.
Evolution is a Mystery!
None other than Dashing Cody Rhodes steps out onto the ring, a smirk on his face. Evidently, Rhodes is acting as the spokesperson for Evolution on this instance. He has a microphone, and as he walks towards the ring he begins speaking.
The crowd are having none of these insults from Rhodes. A few half empty nacho trays fly towards the ring, as the Irish crowd appear to struggle against the barrier. Dashing Cody Rhodes, enraged at being pelted by concessions, looks to ringside and yells something the cameras pick up, but choose to censor. Rhodes turns back around and -WHACK! he is smacked upside the head by the Shaleighleigh! The crowd are absolutely ballistic seeing Rhodes getting his skull cracked! Rhodes is out cold! Finlay's music plays again, as he lifts his arms in triumph, before he joins the commentary booth. He gets situated, as Rhodes is helped to the back, and we begin the night with our second match of the night.
Bray Wyatt vs Derrick Bateman
The first ever TCW Champion stands across the ring from The Eater of Worlds, who is looking at him upside down while leaning backwards. Bateman's face shows the old arrogance we all remember. Bateman rushes in on Wyatt, locking his arm around the neck of the much larger Bray Wyatt, and dragging him towards the center of the ri- and Wyatt lifts Bateman off his feet and drops him with a massive backdrop! Wyatt immediately follows up with hard right fists to the face, before delivering one final vicious punch and staring maniacally at the audience. He finds a member of the audience, locking eyes, and pulls Bateman's head up by the hair to look at the same audience member. Creepy. Wyatt takes a step back, allowing Bateman to get back to his feet and BOOM! Wyatt takes Bateman back to the mat with a massive crossbody! Wyatt locks eyes with yet another audience member, before picking Bateman back up and tossing him into a corner and running to splash him into the corner! Wyatt pulls Bateman into his chest and... is he forcing Bateman to dance? Then, he dips Bateman and his a massive spinning STO! Bateman is down for the count! One-Two-Three! Bray Wyatt picks up a massive win!
Taz: He just dominated a former TCW Heavyweight Champion. Let me guess Book....fave five?
Booker T: Not just yet Taz, but I gotta say I was impresses by Wyatt here tonight.
Alberto Del Rio vs. John Cena
Alberto Del Rio lines up across from John Cena, and the two march at each other as soon as the bell starts and lock up! A test of strength, as the two push each other back and forth across the ring. And Cena trips Del Rio up with a leg sweep out of no where! And... Cena locks in the STF! Del Rio thrashes around violently, he has nowhere to go! Will Del Rio tap? No! He reaches the ropes! Cena rolls off Del Rio and as soon as the Mexican Aristocrat gets to his feet, Cena lifts him onto his shoulders! Attitude Adjustment! Cena makes the pin! One-Two-Three! John Cena picks up the quick victory!
Cole: I wonder if we've seen the end of those two?
Taz: Not likely, Cole. Both Cena and Alberto show main event potential!
Suddenly, Dashing Cody Rhodes leaps over the barricade, charging the announce table! Rhodes is on Finlay in seconds, driving fist after fist into the skull! Before turning to the announce table, leaping to the top, and pushing backwards to hit Finlay with the Beautiful Disaster! Rhodes runs his hand back through his hair, as he stands over the fallen Finlay. Taz takes a step towards Rhodes, looking to make an effort to separate the two, but Rhodes shoves Taz backwards into Booker T, and they both fall to the floor! He then picks the Shaleighleigh off the floor and turns back to Finlay! The gasp of the crowd is nearly unanimous, as Rhodes lifts the Shaleighleigh over his head and brings it back down onto the skull of the fallen Celtic! Again! Again! Rhodes has absolutely lost it! Finally, Rhodes steps away from the fallen carcass of Finlay, allowing a medical team to get a bloodied Finlay to his feet. Rhodes smiles after the EMTs, as Evolution comes out to join him. Their match, is next.
Tag Team Competiton for the Number One Contendership to the Tag Team Championships
Evolution (Antonio Cesaro & HHH w/ Cody Rhodes) vs. John Morrison & Dolph Ziggler w/ Roman Reigns
Cesaro is first out for his team, eager to prove his usefulness to his newest allies, staring across the ring at Morrison and Ziggler. The duo merely lazily debate with each other before Dolph sighs and decides to begin for his team. Dolph makes one final joke with Morrison as the referee rings the bell, but turns around into a clothesline by Cesaro! Dolph's head bounces off the mat as the aggressive Antonio keeps the pressure up by driving his knee into the chest of Ziggler time after time before throwing Dolph into his corner. He pounds away at Ziggler's abdomen with closed fists before tagging in Triple H. Cesaro holds the arms of Dolph back as HHH trash talks Ziggler before throwing a right hand into his skull. The referee begins his count for Cesaro to get out of the ring as Triple H continues the offense by stomping away at Ziggler.
He runs off the ropes and drops his knee onto the face of Ziggler before dropping into the cover; one, two, th-kickout by Dolph. Triple H just gets back to his feet and begins beating down Dolph once more before picking him and throwing him off the ropes. He bends down for a backdrop, but Dolph stops short and takes advantage, hitting the Fame Asser! The Game is driven face-first into the mat as Dolph crawls towards his corner, trying to tag in The Shaman of Sexy. HHH manages to tag in Cesaro just as The Show Off reaches his partner, and here comes Morrison! John ducks the intial clothesline by Cesaro before kicking him in the gut before hitting a neckbreaker! John covers; one, two, kickout! Cesaro kicks out as John slides off and runs off the ropes, hitting a huge knee to the face of Cesaro! Morrison covers again; one, two, thr-kickout! Morrison pounds the mat in frustration as he gets to his feet again. He drags Cesaro over to the corner and sets up Starship Pain, but Rhodes is up on the apron! Rhodes distracts the referee as HHH is in and clubs John in the back! He strikes Morrison again before Dolph charges in, clotheslining himself and Triple H over the top rope! The referee finally got Rhodes off the apron as both legal men have reached their feet and Cesaro charges at Morrison, who reacts with a back elbow.
John springboards, going for the Flying Chuck, but Cesaro hits him with the European Uppercut! Swiss Death! John is out cold as Cesaro waists no time and scoops up the limp body of Morrison. He picks John up for the Neutralizer and he hits it! Cesaro flips Morrison over, not even bothering to hook the leg; one, two, three!
Booker T: Yeah, what a hardfought victory, too!
Taz: I'm gonna level with ya, I'm having a hard time celebrating after seeing what happened before last match, and the fact that Rhodes could stand by ringside during that match sickens me! He should be in the back getting arrested for that assault on Finlay!
Cole: For once, Taz, I agree with you! Nonetheless, we have our new Number One Contenders! I wonder when the match will take place!
After the match the cameras immediately cut backstage, where there’s chaos going on. A load of TCW officials have rushed into the locker room area, and are tending to a downed superstar who looks seriously hurt.
Cole: What’s going on back there?
Taz: Look’s like somebody has been taken out.
After a few moments the trainer arrives in the room, and rolls the downed superstar over revealing it to be none other than CM Punk. Gasps feel the arena, as people watch on uneasily as the trainer tries to get some sort of response from the straight edge superstar.
Booker T: This doesn’t look good right here.
Cole: I bet this is the work of Ambrose and Lesnar.
Taz: Maybe, all I know is Punk needs some serious help right now.
Cole: But Punk's supposed to be in the main event tonight! And we have no reaction from him at all so far!
The trainer continues to try and get any response from Punk, but he remains unresponsive. Punk gets loaded onto a stretcher, as the show cuts to a commercial.
Carlito vs. Christian
Christian starts the match with some quick strikes on Carlito, forcing him into the corner. The ref pulls Christian off, who gets back on Carlito with a knee to the gut. Captain Charisma isn't backing down the assault just yet as he delivers a DDT on his opponent. Carlito slowly gets to his feet and throws a few punches, but his opponent dodges them before hitting a belly-to-belly suplex. Christian climbs the corner turnbuckle to the jeers of the fans. He starts to yell back at them and takes his eyes of his opponent, a mistake he pays for when Carlito makes it to his knees and pulls Christian off the turnbuckle. The second-generation superstar crawls onto the back of his opponent and works his left arm. Christian cries out in pain, but shows no signs of giving up. He maneuvers his left leg in between his opponent's legs and kicks up, hitting Carlito with a low-blow that sets himself free. He kicks his opponent in the head a few times before making his way back up the turnbuckle. Carlito slowly goes after the man in the corner but receives a slap in the face that turns him around. Once he turns back towards Christian his opponent hits him with a dropkick. The Puerto Rican performer uses the ropes to make it back to his feet but is immediately grabbed by Christian, who hits the Unprettier. Christian covers. 1...2...3!
[ul]Booker T: Wow, and again with a great match! Competition sure has escalated tonight! This crowd really brings out the best in everybody!
Cole: Agreed! He really deserved this win here tonight!
Taz: This just in, I am receiving word that Finlay is being escorted to the nearest hospital. He requires 24 stiches across his forehead, and may be subject to head trauma. I really can't believe this.
Cole: Nor can I. It's simply despicable to fathom that Cody Rhodes would do such a thing!
Booker T: Now, c'mon guys, let's try to keep professional and watch this tag team match here tonight.
Tag Team Competition
Fandango & The Funk vs. The Brothers Of Destruction
As the referee rings the bell, Fandango is quick to give the role of starting the match to his cohort as he merely dances on the ring apron. Unamused at the dancing prowess of Fandango, the tag team champions merely stare at The Funk before Kane elects to take the start for his team. The two behemoths lock up, with Kane winning the lock up with a knee to the stomach of The Funk. He sends a right hand to the face of The Funk before trying to whip him into the corner. Instead, The Funk stands his ground before sending Kane into his corner with an amazing feat of strength! Kane wasn't ready to be overpowered like that, but what irritates him more is Fandango who slaps him in the back of the head! Kane turns around incensed as Fandango leaps off the apron, dancing in place again. Kane is distracted by the interference of Fandango as The Funk charges and splashes the Big Red Monster into the corner! 300 pounds come crashing into Kane with no where else to go as Kane falls to ground. Fandango is now eager to get into the match as he tags himself in off the back of The Funk who stands atop the body of Kane as the referee begins his count. The Funk steps off just as Fandango springs over the top rope with a leg drop to the head of Kane! Fandango covers one half of the tag team champion; one, two, kickout by Kane! Fandango tags in The Funk and kicks Kane in the face before exiting the ring, allowing his teammate to continue up the offense. The Funk stomps away at Kane before running off the ropes as Fandango watches in joy. He goes for a big splash, but Kane rolls out of the way! Fandango grimaces in pain for his partner as Kane slowly gets to his feet and runs at The Funk, DDT! The Funk is planted into the mat as Kane makes his way to the corner slowly. The Funk makes his way to Fandango and tags in the master of the dance who is less eager to enter as Kane tags in The Undertaker! Fandango backs himself into a corner in fear as Undertaker charges, crushing Fandango into the turnbuckle before hositing him up....Snake Eyes! Fandango staggers backwards out of the corner into the waiting Undertaker who grabs him by the throat....Chokeslam!
Fandango is driven into the mat as Undertaker doesn't go for the cover, instead motioning for the end! He waits for Fandango to reach his feet before picking him up for the Tombstone! The Funk tries to get into the ring to aid his teammate, but Kane runs interference, booting The Funk in the head! And Undertaker plants Fandango! He crosses the arms over Fandango's chest as the referee counts; one, two, three!
[ul]Cole: And that's why they're called the Brothers of Destruction!
Taz: Simply an amazing showing by our tag team champions!
Booker T: Fandango talked the talk, but tonight, he couldn't just dance the dance.
Taz: You mean walk the walk, right Book?
Booker T: I know what I said.
Cole: Regardless, ladies and gentleman, up next is our Main Event. Dean Ambrose & Brock Lesnar vs Alex Shelley & CM Punk. However, earlier tonight Punk was found knocked out in the back and we have heard no word of a possible participation in this match. Right now....it looks like Alex Shelley is going to have to go it alone.
Booker T: Oh man, that is not where my dawg Alex Shelley wants to be here tonight....
Dean Ambrose & Brock Lesnar vs. Alex Shelley & CM Punk
The bell rings signalling the beginning of the match, and as yet there is still no appearence of CM Punk. Shelley looks across the ring at Ambrose and Lesnar pensively, clearly hesitant about starting a fight with these two men, but before he has time to think about it Brock Lesnar has sped across the ring, grabbing ahold of Shelley by the neck and forcing him back into the corner up against the turnbuckle, bringing down strong slaps onto his chest before pulling him away from the corner and hurling him over his head with a vicious belly to back suplex! Ambrose smirks from on the apron as Lesnar glares down at Shelley, before dragging him up to his feet and pulling him across the ring towards Ambrose, tagging in the World Heavyweight Champion and holding Mr MITB by the arms so that he can't escape, as Ambrose thrusts his elbow into the jaw of his opponent, who drops down to the mat with a thud. Lesnar moves onto the apron as Ambrose stalks Shelley, watching him with a smirk on his face as he crawls across the ring and tries to get himself up to his feet using the ropes, but before he can do so Ambrose aims a well placed kick right into his ribs which sends him rolling across the ring, once again laying on the floor in pain. The boos rain down upon the Champion who looks out towards the fans in attendance carelessly, before moving across to Shelley and dragging him up to his feet, but before he can perform a move the Sultan of Sleaze fought out of the hold, kneeing Ambrose in the gut which sends the Champion stumbling backwards into the ropes, and on the rebound Shelley hits him with a dropkick! The honeymoon period doesn't last long however as Lesnar immediately storms the ring and grabs Shelley from behind, hitting him with a ferocious german suplex which sends him sliding across the ring! The referee tries to tell Lesnar to get out of the ring but the beast argues his face, but not for long as suddenly the crowd erupt with cheers and we soon find out why, as CM Punk comes storming down the ramp and slides into the ring! He looks across at Ambrose and Lesnar who briefly back away, before helping Shelley up off of the ground, asking his long-time rival if he's feeling ok and helping him regain his senses... But not for long however, as he kicks Shelley in the gut and lifts him up onto his shoulders...
GO TO SLEEP
The audience erupt into a chorus of boos as Punk looks down at Alex Shelley who lays motionless on the mat, and Ambrose quickly scrambles across the ring, making the cover for the three count! The bell rings and Ambrose and Lesnar are declared the winners of the match, but the audience look on in disbelief, unable to completely comprehend what has just unfolded before them... Not for long however, as smirks emerge onto the faces of Ambrose and Punk, and the two embrace! Lesnar walks into the middle of the two of them and raises both men's hands up into the air! The three men stand in the middle of the ring as boos echo around the arena around them, and the camera cuts to the commentary team at ringside for the end of show summizing...
Cole: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!
Taz: I'll tell you what it was! CM Punk sticking it to Alex Shelley!
Cole Sticking it to him for what?!
Taz: For getting involved in Punk's business! Shelley wants a piece of Punk later this month, and Punk gave him the piece here tonight. Alex has no one to blame but himself.
Cole: You're impossible sometimes Taz. Regardless ladies and gentleman, thank you for tuning in here tonight, and we'll see you next week on TCW Warzone![/color]
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|The Rock 13||
Jun 01, 13 at 3:38am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
The TWG Warzone cameras flicker back into life, panning the crowd specifically zooming in on those who have remained awake to the show going on before them - or lack of it. For those watching at home, of course, they would have been watching commercials advertising overblown, overpriced cars and the latest money saving deals at the wide array of supermarkets squeezing the life out of its competition. As he awaits for his big debut, he isn't rehearsing his lines preparing to make as big an impact as possible. He is not rattled with nerves, either. Thousands in the arena, millions at home watching through their televisions, all with their eyes directed at him. Little did they know that he had his eyes and thoughts on them. Pawns in the big machine. It was like watching ants being prodded around by lab students. Little did they know that when they brought their pepsi, brought their hot dogs and merchandise - they were fuelling the machine that continued to oppress them. Then, it was his time. He blinked and took a deep breath.
Michael Cole cuts his overly enthusiastic sentence short as the titantron burst into life. The personal conversations grind to a halt as the spectators turn to stare at the scruffy looking man who stares back at them. They had no idea who he was. With long flowing hair tucked behind his ears, a hat and beard to boot he fitted the redneck image. He hailed from New York, of course - but the English were unlikely to notice or care as they continued to gulp down their beer and slowly become more and more inebriated.
The crowd boo. He had lulled them into a false sense of interest, or so they thought. He didn't care about the championship... interesting. But no, it was money. Money or world domination. Often coming hand in hand and often typical suits of your comicbook bad guy. He tilted his head to the side and licked his lips shaking his head.
The crowd pop. They clearly like people knocking two shits out of each other. A few out of place mothers cover their kids ears due to the heinous expletives.
This one was largely for the audience back home. The English fans were well, English. A few slurred at the mention, a few who had travelled across the pond popped and a large section of the largely drunk crowd seemed convinced Dusty Rhodes was about to make his way down to the ring.
The crowd agree, cheering enthusiastically with their dislike for Paul Heyman very clear. Hawkins leans back nodding, brushing his hair back behind his ears and readjusting his hat.
Hawkins mimicks Kennedy's third person persona rolling his eyes. The crowd respond in a mixed manner. Some like him, some don't - but the general consensus in the building is of bewilderment at Hawkins' tirade at everything they knew and loved. Some of it made sense, most of it seemed better placed said upon a soapbox somewhere else. Hawkins decides he better get on with it before they turned the screen off, he'd undoubtedly pissed on a few tents backstage.
The titantron fades to black and Lillian Garcia makes her way down to the ring. Cole proclaims Hawkins' debut on their screens as 'interesting', before quickly turning the audience's attentions to whats up next. Was he ever so slightly lost for words?
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Jun 02, 13 at 1:34pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Six Man Tag Team Match
Evolution (Triple H & Antonio Cesaro & Cody Rhodes) vs. Santino Marella & ZiggMo (John Morrison, & Dolph Ziggler)
There is one man that has had more success than all others and his name is Antonio Cesaro. He is the International Superstar and he has been with TCW from the very start. He has had success, much success since being here, but now things are truly going his way since teaming with Evolution. Yet even with new partners at his side he was nervous but that didn’t mean he was any less prepared, in fact, he craved this night. Antonio Cesaro loved it when the odds were stacked against him and when people counted him out and against a team like Santino Marella and ZiggMo; many people were doing just that. There's no better feeling than being the underdog and having the opportunity to prove everyone wrong and rub it in their faces afterwards. Despite his early nerves Antonio Cesaro was more than confident about his match than ever before as he knew that with his partners he had all the chance in the world to gain the victory. Antonio Cesaro stood backstage, he was dressed to compete and he was ready to go. Antonio Cesaro hung around backstage and watched a few crew members pass him by, giving him a glare as they did. Antonio Cesaro then heard his name from across the corridor and looked over and sighed. It was none other than Todd Grisham dressed in his usual attire consisting of a black suit with shirt and tie; and of course he was wearing his glasses. Todd Grisham greeted Antonio Cesaro, shaking his hand and explaining why he called him over. Todd Grisham pointed to the camera in front of them and it was evident he wanted to record a video package for the online TCW faithful; something to get them in the mood for the show and his match. Antonio Cesaro merely nodded as Todd Grisham then smiled, a green light atop the camera flickered into life and everything was set.
Todd Grisham: Point well taken Antonio Cesaro, I did not mean any disrespect to you. You are the number one contender for the tag team championships. You won your match last week to secure that championship match at a later date. Now last week is finally behind us, how are you feeling about tonight as you have to take on the team of Santino Marella and ZiggMo.
Antonio Cesaro: I am going to be honest with you Todd. I am feeling confident about tonight. I am feeling confident about teaming up with my new partners and securing another im-portant career defining victory. I get to work with two great men in the shape of Triple H and Cody Rhodes and with those two at my side anything is possible. You all saw what we done to ZiggMo last week and now that have reached out and got another partner to join them in defeat. ZiggMo could have gotten anyone they wanted to team with them and they just wast-ed there time and reached out and got Santino Marella. Those two are not very bright. They should know that myself and Santino Marella have faced one another countless times to the point I know Santino Marella better than anyone else. I know what makes Santino Marella. I know his strengths and far more importantly I know his weaknesses and that’s what I am go-ing to use to my advantage tonight. Santino Marella is many things, but he is not the man that will defeat Antonio Cesaro. Nobody can defeat Antonio Cesaro anymore. So Santino Marella and ZiggMo can come at me as strongly as they can, but it will not be enough because Santino Marella and ZiggMo are no longer good enough to compete at my level. Now that I am apart of Evolution I stand on a higher platform than them and tonight is about reminding them of that.
Antonio Cesaro: Triple H and Cody Rhodes are both talented guys. They needed someone that was just as talented as them and they got Antonio Cesaro. Triple H and Cody Rhodes together was a good team, but with Antonio Cesaro tossed in there as well now they are unstoppable. Those two have the same drive as myself. They want everything and they will take it no matter what. They have the determination to win everything they partake in so being with them is an honour. This is an opportunity for me, to get what I want and I cannot ever let them down. When they stand at my side defeat is not even possible, I will never shame the Evolution name. They have been training with me. They have been pushing me. They have been giving my advice and pointing me in the right direction and right now they have pointed me towards the tag team championships. You see together there is no team that can stop us. We have already proved that last week and now with Cody Rhodes getting in on the action we are getting the chance to prove it all over again.
Antonio Cesaro: People have doubted these three men from time to time, but they have always proved them wrong. I may have wrestled all three of them before, I may insult them, but when I get into the ring with them I take things seriously as each of them have what it takes to steal a victory from me. They all have talent, but they all have bigger mouths. They all run their mouths and it is time for me to shut them up once and for all. I may be running this match by saying this, but I am going to be the man that is going to win this match, that’s just the way it is going to play out. I am going to make this as simple as possible so even those three can understand me. I’m going to win and I’m going to do it for Evolution.
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Jun 02, 13 at 8:11pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Edge & Brock Lesnar
0/0/0 / 2/1/1
Fresh off the Cesaro interview backstage, viewers are taken back to the arena for the following segment.
Taz: Ha, some interesting comments from Antonio Cesaro for the six man tag match guys. Think he'll be up for the challenge?
Cole: I'm sure he will. Cesaro is a talented superstar who adds a lot of depth to Evolution. This new setup may be one to watch in the coming weeks.
Booker: One hasta wonder what else is gonna happen---
Booker is cut off as Edge's music hits. As expected, the crowd goes wild.
Never Gonna Stop Me blares over the speakers.
Cole: WELL, LOOK WHO'S HERE!
Taz: Just what this company needed. Another loon running around attacking the innocent. Changin' times I tell ya.
Booker:...Tell me...I didn't just hear that.
Cole: You think that...BROCK LESNAR...is an innocent man?
Taz: A ferocious competitor hand picked by our wonderful world champion to be his ally? It's not his fault no one in the locker room isn't as brave as he is. I tell ya, sometimes you two miss the boat on things.
Edge pops out of the curtains straight into the rampway, and he means business. Clothed in a t-shirt and black cargo pants, he quickly makes his way down to the ring.
Cole: Something tells me we'll be hearing a lot more about Brock Lesnar shortly. The issue between those two is nowhere near resolved.
Edge slides into the ring and acknowledges the crowd by putting his arm in the air to a burst pop. The music dies down and Edge quickly retrieves a microphone from a ringside tech.
Edge: Just before I came out here tonight, I saw my name all over the dirtsheets online. That me joining this company after hanging up my boots only proved that my neck injury was a lie. That this was a work from the very beginning.
The crowd remains silent as Edge continues his address, obviously not pleased with the speculation.
Taz: Having been there, once you retire, you stay retired. I'm not sure what he's getting at here.
Edge: I also read that management was concerned about my involvement with Brock Lesnar and kept me off of Warzone last week in order to cool down the situation. I guess something HAS to put food on these editors' plates, but I'm about to once again hang them out to dry. My issue with BROCK LESNAR is nowhere near finished.
The crowd cheers Edge, who nods in approval.
Edge: The reason I am standing in this ring right now as a TCW employee and not some hooligan invader and definitely not lounging around my house doing nothing is because it - THIS [Edge points down at the ring] - is where I belong. My injury was and still is legitimate. I am one bad landing away from spending the rest of my life confined to a bed, only able to eat through a straw.
The audience boos lightly.
Edge: But I'm going to let you all in on a little secret. Life is nothing without risk and purpose. And for me, the risk of losing use my limbs and movement is justified for my purpose. Brock Lesnar is an individual who represents the darkest recess of the human spirit. Brock Lesnar is a man with no morality, conscious and can feel no pain due to his actions. He is a monster in every sense of the word.
The audience boos loudly at Brock's name.
Edge: Even before there was Edge, there was Adam Copeland. Adam Copeland, a painfully average boy from Orangeville who caught every single episode of WWF Superstars on the weekend. Adam believed in the art of professional wrestling, the bad guys and the good guys...sometimes the bad guy took home the title, sometimes the good guy, against all odds, would defeat the bad guy and bring glory and prestige to a championship. Even without gold, there is always a show for the audience.
Crowd pops as Edge continues his verbal discourse.
Cole: I have to admit, what Edge says is making sense.
Booker: It's noble of him. But you heard him dawg, one F-5 from Lesnar could put this cause on hold permanently.
Edge: So imagine where we've come now. To a cynic's paradise. A management so inept they granted a mentally unstable man a contract that holds him irresponsible for any pain he might cause on anybody. Basically, a piece of paper that gives Brock Lesnar the freedom to create misery and suffering for everyone. And you heard it from the monster's mouth, nobody is safe. Not me, not Michael Cole, not Triple H, not Curt Hawkins, not Vince McMahon and certainly not the fans.
The audience boos loudly.
Edge: They thought they could be "edgy" with bringing in Brock and that ego. Brock thinks and truly believes he runs this company and those within it. The two men who should be standing up to him by title alone have aligned with him. [Boos] I'm not sure if they're as insane as he is or just plain afraid. Dean Ambrose hides behind an obsession for the very thing he has in his possession. CM Punk is and will always be a selfish man who will do anything to be respected except earn it. [Pop]
Booker: Oh man, now he's getting into it.
Taz: The movers and shakers of this company. Edge better watch out.
Edge: But all within TCW isn't lost. Now they've got something better than "edgy" characters. They've got A TRUE Edge.
The audience pops loudly.
Edge: An Edge who isn't afraid to stir the pot and shake things up...and if that means being the hero to stand up to this...Axis of Evil if you want to call them that...so be it. I'm not afraid of Dean, Punk and certainly not Brock Lesnar, a man who after four or five times still can't predict what I'm going to do next, including right now. [Loud Pop]
Cole: This building is going to explode!
Edge suddenly turns towards the rampway and walks to the ropes, leans against them and speaks slowly into the microphone.
Edge: Brock Lesnar, I know you're here tonight. I know you want me. And I know you want to end Adam Copeland. I'm giving you the opportunity to meet me face to face. You can bring all the threats and crazy tantrums you want, bring your two paper champions...I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere.
The audience goes wild as Edge calmly awaits what is to come.
Booker: This is suicide dawg, rethink this Edge!
Cole: Edge clearly understands the risks and I don't think he'll back down. What will Brock do?
Taz: Hopefully put this nut in the hospital already. Stay tuned. You won't wanna miss this.
The camera fades with a shot of Edge in the ring, staring intently at the ramp.
The preceding and following will be a Bri & Z™ production.
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Jun 04, 13 at 8:58am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Fandango & The Funk (Kinda)
No More Mister Nice Guy
The scene opens with a scenic view of a city, one brimming with skyscrapers. The lights in the windows cast bright yellow into the darkness of the night, and then are devoured by the darkness. This leaves no more than a faint glow, outlining the windows. A loud, theatrical boom is heard, and “Los Angeles, California” appears in bold white letters in the corner of the screen.
A cut, and we’re inside a dazzlingly-lit night club, but the scene is anything but the night-scene. Five large, hulking men stand point around the room, each cautiously eyeing the entrances. They were all bodyguards, highest paid in the city of Los Angeles. Former police officers, former soldiers in the American Military, were now mere thugs for the richest man in the city, Charles Pence. These loyal bodyguards were the best money could buy, and Pence certainly could afford them.
Charlie Pence had been born into the lowest caste possible. His widowed-mother had scraped by raising four children in the ghettos of California. Pence always knew he was meant for more. When he turned 15, he started running errands for the top mafia-lord in the area, Mickey Winchester, errands that no boy at that age should be running. But the petty grand theft autos and the burglaries were hand-crafted to the size and mobility of young Charlie; he’d been one hell of an asset to Winchester. It was a job that breathed a new life into the young boy. He forever embodied the essence of a criminal. Young Charlie became Charles Pence, and Charles Pence would do what it took to advance himself. Disregard the law. Charles Pence gave to the profession as much as it had always given to him. When he’d turned 20, he bought his mother a glamorous house on Boardwalk Boulevard and hired a maid service – His Momma wouldn’t have to lift a Goddamn finger for the rest of her life.
Enough reminiscing, we’re in the present now. And the present isn’t a happy time for Charles ‘*bleep*in’’ Pence. He waggled his finger towards one of the bodyguards and the man obediently strode over, the horror in his eyes hidden by his sunglasses. “A month ago, there were six of you mother*bleep*ers. And a huge hunk’a cash from the Montego job. Fancy-*bleep*in’-fance that the day my money disappears, Curtis disappears. A month ago. Now, have you guys been doin’ your God damn job? Do you know where the rat-bastard is?”
Pence’s voice berated the bodyguard, but to no avail. He knew nothing. He wasn’t meant to be the brains, only the brawn. Same with the rest of “The Best Money Can Buy.” No wonder these guys used to be pigs, Pence thought. Perhaps, it was time for him to do some of the ground work, himself. And he would find the disrespectful rat. Hopefully Curtis hadn’t gotten too far away…
…TO BE CONTINUED
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|Smell The Chiken||
Jun 04, 13 at 9:59am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
International Man of Sexy
Our story takes us to the VIP section of a five-star club in the classiest section of London. Inside, men with some sort of fame try to woo the young ladies sipping on margaritas as Ellie Goulding plays in the background. In the VIP section, however, only the most famous British people reside, surrounded by an average of 2.3 women each. In one corner, the outlier sits with seven very attractive females, but the amazing thing about him is that he is not even British. He is a world-renown superstar, Sexy People's Magazine's Sexiest Man Alive for four years running, and secretly an international spy. He is John Morrison, and he is currently sweet talking the tall brunette sitting on his left while the blonde with huge tits eyes him on the right. As he whispers into her ear, Shane McMahon approaches his table.
"Shane, now is not a good time."
"It's not a good time for the world, and that is why I need to speak with you."
Shane motions with his hands for John to follow him. Morrison rises from the table as the ladies around him beg him to stay and give him their numbers. Morrison is so damn alpha that he rejects them all, but as they cry for him to come back he opens his obnoxiously large furry coat, giving them all simultaneous orgasms as they look at his chest and abs. Shane takes him to a limo which, after driving for a bit, turns into a helicopter and then, after flying for a bit, turns into a jet plane. Morrison sips on a martini, stirred, not shaken, as Shane-O Mac hands him a dossier. He doesn't read it though, because reading dossiers are for people who are not as badass as him.
"As you can see, we have a problem with Evolution. They suck ass, and they need to be defeated. Tonight you have a match with them. On your side will be Dolph Ziggler and Santino Marella."
"I'll make sure Santino Marella doesn't screw up the mission. Don't worry."
"Umm, he actually will be of help to you. He wrestled for the World Heavyweight Championship twice."
"Yes, but can he make women cum with his abs alone?"
"I don't see how that is relevant."
"Oh it's not. I just like to bring that up. So, it will be myself, Dolph Ziggler, and Santino? Against some Swiss guy, Goldust's little brother, and Triple H. Wait, he's family to you? Why do you want me to take him out?"
"I don't like his ass."
Shane inches closer to Morrison, ready to speak to him in his most serious tone. Morrison at firsts backs away because he feels McMahon's son is coming on to him, but then he shrugs off that idea. As long as Shane keeps his hands to himself, then everything will be alright.
"Listen, I know they defeated you last week, but your mission is much more important than the Tag Team Championships."
"Well, yes. Your mission is to save the world through..."
"But I want those titles."
"Look, in time, you will get another chance, but now you must save the world."
"Fine. How do I do that?"
"Tonight, just defeat Evolution. You will learn more at a later time."
Morrison nods his head as Shane hands him a parachute. He opens a door, causing anything not tied down in the plane to be pulled out. Morrison exits along with glasses, pillows, and loose paper. He falls to earth, thinking about how badass he is, and opens his parachute. It doesn't open, but luckily he falls on a fat guy to break his fall. In his dying breath, the fat guy asks Morrison for his autograph, but John just blows him off and walks to the arena.
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Jun 04, 13 at 12:34pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Dashing Cody Rhodes
“Radioactive” follows the signature yell at the top of the theme of Dashing Cody Rhodes, as he appears at the top of the entrance, dressed in a suit and tie. A smile warps the face of the dashing one, as he walks down the ramp, alone. The crowd is jeering at him immensely, as his stone face does little to change. It appears that his time under Triple H has taught Rhodes well. Dashing Cody Rhodes could block out tens of thousands of ugly faces at a time. Brilliant.
Dashing Cody Rhodes steps into the ring and grabs the microphone out of the hands of Lillian Garcia. No love lost between the two of them. Lillian quickly exits the ring as Rhodes spins around the ring, eyeing all the faces in the crowd. The despicable faces.
The crowd boo at the overconfidence of this punk. Regardless of their opinion of Morrison, Ziggler, and Santino – Cody Rhodes is the epitome of all they hate. Many remember Rhodes’ attack of Finlay last week. Rhodes is a monster. That much has been well-documented. Anyone who delivered this devil from atop his perch would gain their undying respect. Whether they liked that man or not.
Rhodes’ speech doesn’t impress the crowd, as they continue booing him. It’s like they can’t hear what Rhodes is saying. They simply want Cody Rhodes off their screen. A BORING chant opens up from the upper section of the arena and infects like a plague. Tens of thousands of Brits yelling “BORING!” does nothing but bring an even larger smile to the face of the dashing one.
The crowd break out in an uproar. Marella in Evolution wasn’t something they wanted to see. They wanted to see Marella crush Evolution!
Let tonight be a testament to Evolution. Tonight, Antonio Cesaro, Triple H, and myself will prove the mission of Evolution to be true. We will demolish ZiggMo and the King, and leave you all with no one else to boo. You can continue booing us all you want. But Evolution is here to stay.
With that, Rhodes simply drops the microphone and exits the ring as “Radioactive” plays over the loudspeakers. Would Evolution live up to Rhodes’ word? Or would they simply fail?
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Jun 04, 13 at 1:46pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
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The cameras are backstage in the arena for TCW WarZone. Stood by waiting is TCW’s long serving interviewer, Josh Matthews. Currently stood next to Josh is the man that last week shocked the World by aligning himself with Brock Lesnar and Dean Ambrose, CM Punk. Understandably the second Punk’s face appeared on screen the entire arena erupted into boos, any trust or respect he had seemingly be earning amongst them had completely disappeared. His actions last week showed the World that he hadn’t remotely changed, and that deep down he’d always be the self-serving bsatard that people truly loath. The echo’s of boos only drew a smirk from the arrogant Punk, who calmly stood waiting for Matthews to begin the interview.
Josh Matthews: Hello ladies and gentlemen, my name is Josh Matthews and I am joined at this moment in time by the TCW Television Champion, CM Punk. Now last week the World watch as you turned on Alex Shelley in your tag team match against Dean Ambrose and Brock Lesnar, and the one thing people have been wondering is why?
Punk laughed slightly at the question, before giving his response.
CM Punk: Why did I turn on the man who has become, for lack of a better word, my nemesis? Face it Josh it shouldn’t remotely shock anybody that I did what I did to Alex Shelley last week, in fact it’d be more shocking if I hadn’t taken advantage of the situation that was presented to me. I want to make this clear, for as long as I am breathing there will not be a day where myself and Alex Shelley see eye-to-eye, or could ever be considered as a team. Alex was stupid enough to believe that I’d set aside my issues with him and actually help him out, well that’s just too bad. I’m not going to stand out here and be chastised by everybody for his foolish naivety. You people want somebody to blame for what happened last week? Then put the blame where it belongs, on the shoulders of Alex Shelley. He was the one who let his guard down, he was the one who was too stupid to see the obvious trap he was walking into, therefore he should be the one taking the blame for all of this!
Once again the arena erupted into boos, partly for what Punk was saying and partly because the overall message was true. It doesn’t take a genius mind to see that CM Punk and Alex Shelley do not get along, so to think for a second that the two of them would be able to coexist is more than a little foolish. Matthews allowed the booing to quieten down, before continuing.
Matthews: Well then maybe you could tell us why you aligned yourself with Dean Ambrose and Brock Lesnar?
Punk took a couple of seconds to think over his answer, before giving it.
Punk: I told the World a few weeks ago that I was going to force change on this business, and that it’d happen by any means necessary. What you saw last week was the first steps towards that goal, I’ve aligned myself with two individuals who don’t pander to authority figures, or to the fans. No, they do whatever they want when they want. That’s the attitude I’m going to bring back to this industry, and those are the two men I’ve chosen to bring along with me for the ride. So everybody better be aware, because if you stand in the way of what we’re trying to achieve, then we will forcefully remove you from the picture. That’s something that Alex Shelley is going to find out at this months pay-per-view. That match he so desperately wanted, has now become his own death sentence.
Josh raised the microphone to his lips to continue the question, when without warning or reason Punk just pushed him aside and stormed off. Matthews was stood completely dumbfounded by what had just happened, and with nothing planned the show producers sharply cut the cameras back to ringside where the commentators had to try cover for what had just happened.
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Jun 04, 13 at 3:00pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Wrestler: Bray Wyatt
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The awkward delay from CM Punk's decision to cut his promo feels like an age as fans await the next superstar to come from the curtain...but nothing happens. Perhaps Punk is making his way to the ring? Perhaps glass will shatter and Stone Cold Steve Austin will make a dramatic return? Perhaps it's time for a bikini contest?
It is none of those things.
Fans cannot be too disheartened though, as the titantron whirls into life and takes us to a forest with blurred camera shots, which can only mean one thing: Bray Wyatt. And within a few seconds, the un-nerving figure of Bray Wyatt appears on screen in the same Hawaiian shirt, black vest and linen trousers as last week. I can't help but think that while he can do nothing about his creepy grin and his slitted eyes, Bray Wyatt would appear more welcoming if he didn't dress in those god damn shirts. But don't look at me, it's not up to me to choose what the guy wears.
The camera zooms on Wyatt, who turns to face the camera, and the aforementioned creepy grin appears on the screen. Wyatt opens his mouth, but just laughs to the ground rather than speaking. After a second or two, he looks up at the camera, still smiling.
"I told y'all I'd do it."
Wyatt takes a step back, extends his arms by his sides and spins around. He looks up and shouts to the sky, “I did everything I said I would do!”
Wyatt looks back at the camera and smiles again.
“I told everybody I would make my mark, man...but Carlito and Christian were too easy. I want to make everybody believe in Bray Wyatt, and beating those two wouldn’t do that. So I went to the men at the top and I told ‘em, I want to prove to these people, to any of these doubters, that Bray Wyatt is the real deal. And you will never hear from Derrick Bateman again - no more promos, no more meet and greets, no more tweets...man, Derrick Bateman is over.”
The grin quickly disappears from Wyatt's face. The Eater of Worlds looks much more serious all of a sudden, clearly wanting his next point to be understood crystal clear.
"But Bray Wyatt's work is not done... Bray Wyatt is just getting started."
He removes the straw hat from his head and removes his hair from the band that was bunching it together. His hair falls down to his shoulders, the tattered and untamed nature of his hair shown, which quite frankly only adds to his weirdness.
He looks into the hat, "Tonight I face Fandango," and grins.
He directs his focus back to the camera.
"That's gonna be fun, man. Fandango, he likes to have a good time, Fandango likes to dance. Did you know I like to dance too? Oh yeah, Bray Wyatt loves to have a good time, I like some music, some alcohol, and to sway my hips to some music. Some jazz music, some swing music. I love Frank Sinatra, I really do."
Wyatt holds the hat over his chest, mimmicking the gesture of apology or whatever it is people do that for. I'm sure glad I picked the header I did because I can tell you to look at it for an idea of what Wyatt is doing. Again, his voice deepens and the words slow down as he speaks.
"But you ain't gonna be doing any dancing tonight, Fandango."
He pops the hat back atop his head, but the steely evil look stays in his eyes.
" Dancing is used to celebrate, when people is having a good time...but won't be having a good time tonight, man. You are stepping in the ring with a monster. You are stepping in the ring with something indescribable. They haven't got words for me yet, man. Destructive, vengeful, unforgiving - I'm beyond all of those things. Nobody understands me. But they will. Soon everybody will sit up and they will take notice of Bray Wyatt and I will be rained upon no more. "
Quickly, a smile, or whatever you want to call his version of a smile, appears on Wyatt's face again. He laughs to himself and continues talking.
"You're the incy wincy spider, man," he begins. Wyatt bends down and picks something up, and then shows to the camera that it was a spider. He holds it by the web, the spider trying to climb up as Wyatt plays with it. He is too busy with the spider, giggling at it, to make eye contact with the camera. "You love to climb and work your way, man. Those fancy dance shoes of yours, like spinning a web, so creative - it's a work of art, it really is."
His eyes narrow and once more become unwelcoming, staring into the camera.
"But I am the rain, man. I am the thunder and the lightening, I am the storm. And I will wash you out, incy..." Wyatt places the spider on the back of his hand and looks back at it, addressing the spider itself. "But I will wash you out so damn much that you won't ever climb up the spout again."
Wyatt squashes the spider with a swift movement of his hand, and then wipes it from his hands. He looks back to the camera.
"It's a shame, man. It's nothing personal. But what was it that Frank Sinatra would sing?" He doffs his hand to the camera and sings, "I've got the world on a string..."
The camera turns black instantly.
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Jun 04, 13 at 3:13pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
"The Instant Classic" Christian Cage
It was disgusting. Utterly disgusting. Christian Cage was a divine being. Here he was, better than everyone on the roster in each and every way, and being forced to team with losers. Christian Cage was a god among men and he had to work with peasants?! Unacceptable. But Heyman wouldn't change the match. No, Heyman had already released the card and wouldn't budge on the issue. Now Cage was left with garbage on his side. Blasphemous.
Alberto Del Rio was a joke. All the fancy cars and the annoying ass personal ring announcer. All a facade. Del Rio was garbage. Cage had easily triumphed over Cena two weeks ago. Without even breaking a sweat, Cage had proved he might as well have been sitting on Olympus. And Del Rio? Last week, Del Rio got beat in about 20 seconds flat. Just a disgrace.
And Kyle O'Reilly? Who the hell is he? He's a nobody. He's worth nothing and he's proven nothing other than he's able to get his ass kicked. And yet they were being given the opportunity to team with the Instant Classic? In what sick, twisted world was this at all fair?!
"But people always say life isn't fair. And it damn sure isn't. Not when the best of the best of the absolute best are left opening the show and not closing it in the god damn main event. No, instead those monkeys sitting in the seats, throwing poo at one another, have to watch a psychopath holding my title. Or a steroid-injecting, brainless, behemoth. Or a hobo who's avoided heroin. Instead of Christian Cage. They think that's entertainment, they think that's worth their time and attention, they think THAT'S worth their money! It isn't. It damn sure isn't. But they don't care. No, instead they are morons who wallow in their own filth and are fine with that. They're fine with the god damn status quo. Because it's simple for them, simple for their monkey minds to understand. That's how Vince trained them. So instead of awarding those who truly deserve the gold, those who truly deserve to be treated as gods, he awards garbage. That gold belt might as well be made from pyrite with who holds it!
But Vince doesn't see that. He's trained those monkeys too well. They buy into whatever he feeds them, and they spend all their money on CM Punk T-Shirts or Alex Shelley sunglasses. But Vince could do so much better. He could have let me have that shot, let me walk around with that belt. He could have told the people to buy into me, buy into The Instant Classic, buy into the god. And they would've. But better. They would've been spending more money for you Vince. The money they were saving for that ring to propose to their girlfriend? Spent on tickets to see the next Warzone and a pair of Christian Cage T-Shirts. Money for their kid's college? Would've been taken out of the account and spent on gas money to drive three states down and get autographs from The Instant Classic. Instead Vince, you *bleep*ed up!"
But Cage couldn't say that to his face. No, VInce would get pissed and Cage would be out on his ass. Sure, Cage could go become world champ in TNA, but who hasn't been champion there?! The indies? A 40 dollar paycheck for wrestling in some high school auditorium isn't enough for The Instant Classic. No, the Instant Classic deserves to be in the big leagues, in TCW. But he deserves better than being the show opener. So much better.....
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Jun 04, 13 at 3:55pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Triple H - Evolution
Triple H sits in his locker room. A grin fills his face as he thinks back over the last two weeks. His attempt to revive Evolution hit some speed bumps at first as his old partners Batista and Randy Orton proved to be unworthy of representing a stable with such prestige. However, the speed bumps are now behind him. He is certain that Dashing Cody Rhodes and Antonio Cesaro are the future of professional wrestling. Rhodes may not seem like a conventional wrestler. Most people seem to think that he cares more about his image than his career. Triple H knows otherwise though. Cody Rhodes' obsession with all things dashing only deceived his opponents, making them under estimate him. In reality, Rhodes is a gifted athlete who Triple H knows will achieve great things. Then there's Antonio Cesaro, a man with such remarkable strength and wrestling ability. Even Triple H is amazed by Cesaro's in-ring abilities.
The game turns his head and looks at the camera.
Triple H stands up. Instead of reflecting on the recent development of Evolution, he wants to look serious as he talks about the future. He aims to make it clear that Evolution is nothing to be brushed aside or ignored. He stares at the camera, an intense look filling his eyes. The expression is so sudden that it's almost as if it emerges on cue.
The cerebral assassin is talking down to the camera, making sure that this fact is obvious. Triple H is reminding the fans of his superiority, or at least his supposed superiority.
Those last few words come off as not much more than a whisper. Triple H's intense stare turns into a small smirk in an instant. Triple H speaks three more words, moments before the screen fades to black..
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