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Jun 04, 13 at 5:09pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
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The show opens with our traditional pyrotechnics. The cameras zoom over the crowd as TCW Warzone is brought to you all tonight from the Motorpoint Arena, in Sheffield, England. Before we're given even a glance of our commentary trio, the camera cuts backstage.
The cameras cut to backstage, where Santino Marella stands in a corridor. Josh Matthews approaches him.
Josh Matthews: Hey, Santino – are you ready?
Santino turns to face him, sighing, and places his hand on Josh’s shoulder.
Santino: Josh, what I am going to say cannot be said back here. What I need to say has to be done from the middle of that ring in front of the millions of fans around the world.
Santino takes his leave of Josh and walks passed the camera man and heads to the gorilla position. The producers are running after Santino, but he’s not stopping for them. Santino stops once he’s at the gorilla position, turning to the technical team.
Santino: Play my music, my old music.
Producer Kevin Dunn finally catches up to him. Santino turns to face him and puts up a hand to silence him.
Santino: I am going out there. Nothing you say or do is going to change my mind.
Kevin Dunn looks around, weighing up the decision. He then nods at the technical team, and...
LA VITTORIA É MIA!
A cascade of cheers reigns down on Santino, dressed in a grey tee-shirt and jeans. He doesn’t look like a superstar ready to embrace the support of thousands of fans, but he welcomes it all the same. He makes his way to the ring, up the steps and into the centre of the ring, where he is given a microphone. He basks in the cheering for a f few more moments. His music then dies down and he raises the microphone to his mouth, quieting the crowd.
Santino: It has been three long weeks since I have stepped foot in this ring. After the cage match I needed to take a couple weeks off to clear my head and plan my next move. I went back to Italy and did some soul searching and considered hanging up my boots and moving on. [Some boos echo throughout the arena, but not many] I had watched that cage match over and over and over again trying to figure out where I had gone wrong. I couldn’t find it, I did everything right from bell to bell I did everything according to the plan and yet I am not standing here in front of you as the World Champion. The last time I watched the match I almost threw the TV out of the window, but just as I was getting up I realized something. I did nothing wrong, but Dean Ambrose didn’t truly defeat me at No Mercy.”
Santino wipes his hand down his face to remove the excess moisture from his brow and cheeks before continuing.
Santino: If Brock Lesnar hadn’t pulled the lifeless body of Dean Ambrose from the ring and to the floor then I would be your new World Heavyweight Champion. I was not defeated at No Mercy, Dean Ambrose couldn’t escape the cage on his own free will, but I could. I scaled that cage and dropped to the ground without anyone’s help but my own.
Some of the fans in attendance cheer on Santino, but more of them stay silent.
Santino: I stand before all of you in the arena and all of you watching at home and I say that I beat Dean Ambrose at No Mercy. I should have the title wrapped around my waist as I stand here talking to you. I should have this and should have that, but the ruling was that I did not win. I was however cheated out of a victory and that is very plain to see. If Brock Lesnar hadn’t pulled the beaten and broken body of Dean Ambrose I would have won the match. As I stand here and tell all of you the obvious I must ask one thing. Give me one more shot…
Santino takes a couple steps closer to the camera side of the ring as he speaks.
Santino: I have been screwed out of that title every time I step into the ring with that man. Give me one more shot at him and the title and I will show everyone why I won the King of the Ring tournament and why Dean Ambrose needs a monster like Brock Lesnar to help him win his battles. All I want is just one more - -
WE'VE GOT THE FIRE, WHO'S GOT THE MATCHES?
The arena erupt into a chorus of boos as the music of World Heavyweight Champion blares out, interrupting Santino. After a few seconds, Dean Ambrose and AJ walk out from the curtain together. As usual, she is is wearing denim shorts, knee length socks and a 'Explicit Ambrose Violence' ripped t-shirt. He also has the t-shirt, sporting it with a pair of black jeans, his dark green grungy jacket and, of course, the World Heavyweight Title. Upon the sight of the couple, the Sheffield crowd begin to boo again. When it dies down, Ambrose brings the microphone to his mouth, a smile across his face.
Dean Ambrose: Long time no see, champ. Where were you, huh? Hitting the beers? It's been nearly a month since we've seen you 'round these part, musta been a hell of a celebra...oh.
Ambrose and AJ turn to each other, laughing, which only further incites the crowd.
Dean Ambrose: Look, look, I don't know what you've been doing Santino, I've been too busy carrying this title around to pay attention to you - but some things have changed around here. You see I...actually, I'll let the footage do the talking.
Ambrose looks to the titantron, where footage of last week shows. The moment where CM Punk did a move that will shake the face of professional wrestling - aligning himself with Brock Lesnar and Dean Ambrose. The crowd boo once again, but AJ just gets closer to Ambrose, almost cuddling him, a wide grin on her face. Ambrose simply laughs as he watches the clip.
Dean Ambrose: Incase your head's too shaken up from the concussion I probably gave you at No Mercy, that was CM Punk joining me and Brock Lesnar. Yeah, you heard that - I have Brock Lesnar on one side and I have CM Punk on the other. Hear it again - I have The Superbeast and The Second City Saint both in my corner! Do you know, I haven't had one challenge this week? Nobody wants to get in the ring with me now. I am the World Champion and there isn't a single guy back there, despite how hard they've worked to get here, who has said 'Alright, stick in there with Dean Ambrose tonight, I want a piece of that guy'. Hell, there's a Pay Per View in three weeks and I haven't even got an opponent yet!
Spotting an opportunity, Santino intervenes.
Santino: Well if you don't hav -
Dean Ambrose: Don't you interrupt me!
Ambrose's scolding sounded more like a bark than a human, a growl as such. He looks annoyed at himself for having lost his cool, and flicks his hair out of his face and tries the impossible task of composing himself.
Dean Ambrose: Now as I was saying, I don't have an opponent yet. It's gotten to a stage where everybody realises that getting in the ring with Dean Ambrose means you aren't guaranteed to walk out, that the saying 'What's the worst that can happen?', that, that...it just don't apply to me. There are a plethora of things that can go wrong. But I'm the Champ and I sell tickets so somebody has to face me, and Christ knows there's nobody that'll leave me running scared. Infact, I would go so far as to say that I'll face anybody at No Mercy, that any superstar who won't mind having a limp for the rest of their life can get in the ring with me. Hell, let me make this clear - I will face ANYBODY for my World Title..........except you.
That evokes the loudest boo of the night, and the rowdy English crowd even begin a chant of 'You're a Pussy!', which causes the Champion to go absolutely irate. The footstomps of the crowd create an atmosphere that seems to be piercing the skull of the Champion and making a noise he can't get out and he begins to scream at them to shut up - but AJ seems to have a calming effect and Ambrose breathes deeply, and again composes his thoughts the best he can. He looks to Santino.
Dean Ambrose: You said it yourself, you have failed time and time again. I beat you inside an Elimination Chamber, and you blamed other people for getting in the way. I beat you on Warzone and you blamed Brock Lesnar. I stepped inside a steel cage with you, a door was locked shut and it was just one on one - and I still beat you. One on one. [Ambrose is booed to him ignoring the role Lesnar played in his title retain] Your time is up, your chances are over. And the best bit is...you can't dispute that. You can't say you didn't have your chances. But the fact is your ship hasn't just sailed, Santino, your ship has been sunk. It would just be as justified calling up Hulk Hogan and giving him another shot at this title too...hell, he has more chance of beating me than you. But good luck in your tag team match tonight, and good luck to your partners too - they'll need it if they're going to carry you to a victory.
A rather downbeat Santino seems lost for words, a little lost on how to respond. Ambrose and AJ stand in silence, awaiting a response, but the returning crowd favourite is just as silent. He stands in the ring, looking down at the ground, unable to rebute Ambrose's rejection of another title shot. With no belief in himself, the judo master just drops his microphone. The causes hysterical laughter from The World Champion and his girlfriend, AJ - who stroll off to the back with Ambrose's music playing. The cameras then return to our commentary trio of Taz, Booker T, and Michael Cole.
Cole: He's got a point Taz. Ambrose wouldn't be champion right now if not for Brock Lesnar.
Taz: Lesnar this, Lesnar that. Why can't you guys just admit that Santino got his ass kicked?
Booker T: I swear, sometimes dawg.....but enough about that. We got ourselves a hell of a match up next. Tornado Tag Team!
6-Man Tornado Tag Team
Wade Barrett, John Cena, & Carlito vs Christian Cage, Alberto Del Rio, & Kyle O'Reilly
This tornado tag competition looks to be intense, as three of the biggest favorites face off against three of the most hated in the company. Each man in the match lines across from the other. The bell rings and Barrett hops after Del Rio and Cena goes after Christian. O’Reilly shrugs and rushes Carlito. Let’s focus in on Barrett and Del Rio first, who are on the outside of the ring after Del Rio clotheslined the Brit out of the ring. As Del Rio steps out of the ring, Barrett gets a clothesline of his own and Del Rio crashes to the hard arena floor, gaining him a cheer from his homecountry fans. Inside the ring, John Cena has Christian backed into a corner, leveling him with rough shots to the abdomen. He takes a step back, ready to run a hole through Christian.. he springs forward and CHRISTIAN loops between the ropes and does a spinning kick to the face of Cena! The Cenation leader falls back and regains his bearings. O’Reilly is mounted over Carlito, leveling the former-partier with fierce left hands as Carlito struggles to cover his face. But Barrett is in the ring! He boots O’Reilly off the top of Carlito, and helps his partner up. But Christian hits Barrett with a spinning wheel kick! Carlito goes to avenge his partner but Del Rio is back in the ring and dropkicks the Caribbean man to the mat! O’Reilly is back on his feet, dropping stomps onto the fallen Cena’s ankle! The heels all stand above the fallen faces, as the crowd rain down boos. Barrett is slowly getting to his feet, but Del Rio gives him a hard kick to the temple. Cena tries standing, but O’Reilly sweeps him across the ankles, taking him back to the mat. Christian, wanting a piece of the action, goes after the motionless Carlito, lifting him up.. But Carlito was playing possum! Carlito is on his feet, pelting Christian’s face with punches, pushing him back into the corner! O’Reilly goes after him, looking to help his team, and Carlito spins to give him a punch of his own! A punch to O’Reilly! A punch to Christian! Another punch to O’Reilly, taking him off his feet! A clothesline into the corner to Christian! Finally, Del Rio stops stomping on Wade Barrett to help his partners, and Carlito sends a punch towards him as well but Del Rio catches it! He goes for the Cross Armbreaker! This would finish the match! And Cena breaks up the Armbreaker with an elbow drop! Cena, although laboriously with his ankle, begins sending boots to Del Rio’s chest! Carlito is back to his feet, and lifts Christian back to his feet, as Wade Barrett lifts O’Reilly up.
Across the ring, Del Rio grabs Cena by the injured ankle and takes him to the mat! An ankle lock! From Del Rio? Certainly unorthodox, but effective! Wade Barrett pick O’Reilly up to his shoulders, he hits the Wasteland! Christian and Carlito take each other outside of the with a tackle outside of the ring. Wade Barrett goes for the pin, but Cena’s tapping! The ref sees it, and calls the match, leaving Barrett confused! Here are your winners, Del Rio, O’Reilly, and Christian!
Cole: I'm sure Barrett must be furious with that loss. He had O'Reilly pinned on the other side of the ring.
Booker T: While my man Barrett did, the referee didn't see that. He did see Cena tapping out though, and that's what mattered here tonight.
Ken Kennedy vs Curt Hawkins
The two lock up in the center of the ring as the referee rings the bell, trying to test the technical game of their opponent. Kennedy begins forcing Hawkins into the corner as the referee tries to break it up, getting to 3 before Kennedy backs off. Ken just nods his head before Hawkins charges out of the corner. Kennedy ducks the punch but turns around right into a dropkick! Ken is forced into the corner as Hawkins starts his assault, stomping away at Kennedy. He backs away as the ref eases him off before charging in for a huge splash in the corner! Ken staggers forward, but before he can hit the ground, Hawkins grabs him and hits a snap suplex. Curt floats over into the cover; one, tw-kickout.
Hawkins pulls Kennedy to his feet, but Ken kicks him in the gut. Kennedy tries to whip Hawkins off the rope, but he reverses sending Kennedy bouncing off instead. Hawkins lowers his head for a back body drop, but Kennedy stops short and kicks him in the jaw. Curt staggers backwards before Ken comes charging with a clothesline! And another! Kennedy is feeling it tonight as he stalks Hawkins. Curt gets to his feet and Ken turns him around, hoisting him up for the Green Bay Plunge, but Hawkins fights. He forces Kennedy to the ropes where Hawkins slides onto the apron and catches Kennedy's throat on the top rope! Ken falls backwards as Hawkins sees his opportunity and climbs the turnbuckle.
Kennedy is laid out across the ring as Hawkins perches himself on the top rope. He stares down at Kennedy and hesitates for a moment before leaping halfway across the ring! Heat-Seeking Elbow! Hawkins drives his elbow into the heart of Kennedy before hooking the leg; one, two, three! Hawkins picks up his debut victory!
Taz: That kid really impressed me here tonight.
Cole: And me as well Taz. But now, we move on to another future superstar, Cody Rhodes, and the rest of Evolution as they take on Santino Marella and Team ZiggMo.
6-Man Tag Team Match
Evolution(Antonio Cesaro, Triple H, & Cody Rhodes) vs ZiggMo(Dolph Ziggler & John Morrison) & Santino Marella
As the referee rings the bell, Cesaro starts for his team but turns around into a tackle by Morrison! Morrison is on Cesaro, beating away at him for the loss from last week. Antonio is taken by suprise and unable to react until the referee pulls Morrison off of the Swiss Sensation. John is back on the attack, throwing Cesaro into his corner and laying in the boot before tagging in Ziggler. He holds Cesaro in place as The Show Off creates some seperation. He taunts the other members of Evolution before charging for a huge splash in the corner! Cesaro collapses to the ground as Dolph stands next to him before dropping his elbow on the heart of Cesaro....kip-up by Ziggler! Dolph taunts once more as he slides his hands through his hair and flicks them away to the crowd before covering; one, tw-kickout by Cesaro.
Dolph keeps his composure as he pulls Cesaro to his feet before throwing him off the ropes. He leaps for a dropkick on the rebound, but Cesaro holds onto the ropes and Dolph lands on his spine. Antonio spots his opportunity and drags Dolph to his corner and tags in Rhodes, who is quickly in and begins stomping away at Ziggler. Triple H encourages Rhodes as Cody keeps the pressure on before picking him up for a suplex. He hoists Dolph up but Ziggler drives his knee into the skull of Rhodes, forcing him to let the Show Off down. Dolph swings at Rhodes, but Cody ducks it and sets up Cross Rhodes! He has Dolph in for Cross Rhodes, but Ziggler spins out of it, dropkick by Ziggler! You could hear it off the jaw of Rhodes as Dolph begins making his way to his corner. Rhodes tries to get back into it as he blindly makes his way to his corner and tags in Triple H just as Ziggler tags in Santino! Marella is in and he ducks the right hand of the game before kicking Triple H in the gut, DDT! Santino rolls HHH over; one, two, thr-kickout by Triple H!
Santino pulls The Game to his feet and throws him off the rope, dropping his head down. The Game stops short before driving the King of the Ring face first into his knee, vintage Triple H! Santino staggers back in the corner beforeTriple H hoists him up to the top rope. He climbs up with there with Marella, both men teetering....superplex by Triple H! Both men crash spine first into the canvas with Triple H sliding over and draping his arm over Santino; one, two, thr-Broken up by Morrison! John dives to break up the pinfall, but Cesaro is in and tackles Morrison out of the ring! The two fall to the mat and begin brawling. The referee tries to get order outside the ring as Cody sees his opportunity and tries to plant Santino with Cross Rhodes but Marella rolls out of it! He pushes Rhodes off the ropes as Ziggler pulls the top rope down, causing The Dashing One to spill to the outside. Just as Dolph is back steadily on the apron however, Triple H shoves Santino into him, causing Dolph to crash to the ground ontop of Cody! Santino staggers backwards from colliding heads and Triple H kicks him in the gut, hooking the arms.
The Game looks around before jumping and landing on his knees, Pedigree! The current King of the Ring is planted into the mat by The King of Kings! HHH rolls Santino over, hooking the leg; one, two, three!
Booker T: Both teams gave a great effort here tonight, but The Game just proves once again that he gets it done.
Taz: And Santino proves once again that he can't get anything done!
Bray Wyatt vs Fandango w/ The Funk
The match begins and Wyatt is quickly on Fandango, striking away at the skull of the master of dance. The Funk protests from the outside, but Wyatt doesn't let up, forcing Fandango into the corner as he covers up his head, Bray throwing shot after shot. The referee finally tries to get Wyatt out of there, but Bray doesn't back away instead whipping Fandango into the opposite corner with authority, causing Fandango to collapse to the ground. Wyatt then lays down on the matt and stares across the ring at the writhing body of Fandango, much to the confusion of the commentary team. Wyatt just smiles before getting back to his feet and walking over to Fandango. Fandango fights back, throwing fists into the stomach of Wyatt before getting Bray kicks him in the stomach. Bray merely shakes his head in disapproval before he swings, but Fandango ducks it and hits a russian leg sweep! Fandango hooks the leg; one, tw-kick out by Wyatt.
Fandango begins to show his frustration before kicking Wyatt in the face before climbing the top rope. He steadies himself up there, giving the “adoring” fans a pose before leaping for the Leg Drop....Wyatt rolls out of the way! Fandango crashes and burns as Wyatt steadies himself to his feet. Bray merely laughs as he walks over to Fandango and pulls him to his feet, ready to finish things. He sets Fandango up for the reverse STO, but The Funk is on the apron! The referee is distracted, and Fandango jabs Wyatt in the eye!
Wyatt stumbles and Fandango rolls him up, trying to win off the distraction and jab to the eye. The Funk isn't off the apron fast enough though as Wyatt manages to kick out, sending Fandango into the back of The Funk. Fandango grunts in pain as he takes a step forward, but Bray grabs him....spinning reverse STO! Fandango is planted as Wyatt hooks the leg; one, two, three!
Taz: He may not be in your fave five, but he might be in mine Book.
Booker T: I never said he wasn't in my fave five.
Cole: Everyone is in your fave five Book. Including all of our champions, as our showcase of champions...is next.
Showcase of Champions
Tag Team Match
Brock Lesnar & CM Punk(Television Champion) vs The Brothers of Destruction(Tag Team Champions)
Before the bell rings, Dean Ambrose, escorted by one AJ Lee, comes out from backstage to the announcer's table. The Brothers of Destruction glance over at them, but then refocus on the match. CM Punk jumps into the ring to start the match as the Tag Team Champions decide that Kane will be the first to compete. Kane grabs Punk's collar and arm and, with resistance from Punk, tosses him into a neutral corner. He throws a few elbows towards Punk before holding him down by the neck. The ref counts to three before Kane let's go and takes a few steps back. Punk immediately sprints towards Kane for a lariat, but his opponent foresees the move and hits Punk with a flapjack. He stomps down on Punk's arm multiple times before bringing him to his feet and whipping him into the ropes. After releasing Punk, Kane feels a tug on his leg. He looks down to find Brock Lesnar trash talking, which can shrugs off. He turns around and is met with a dropkick from CM Punk. Kane gets back to his feet dazed when his opponent hits him with a bulldog. Punk pulls Kane over towards Taker, shouting at him, “You're next,” and proceeds to hit him with a vertical suplex. Lesnar yells for Punk to tag him in, so he finishes his onslaught with a double-foot stomp before letting the Beast Incarnate take over. Lesnar hits the Big Red machine one lariat, followed by another lariat, and finishes with a spinebuster. He wastes no time and immediately applies the Kimura Lock to Kane. Taker stares over at Punk, who giggles as his partner closes in on breaking his opponent's arm, then back to the action in the ring. In an amazing feat of strength, Kane crawls over to his corner with Lesnar wrapped around him and just barely tags Undertaker in. The Deadman steps over the top rope and breaks up the submission by pulling his opponent off his brother. He strikes Lesnar in the mouth a few times before hitting him with snake eyes. As he is about to go for the big boot, Punk jumps off the top rope and takes Undertaker out. He stands over the Deadman before being grabbed by Kane. He tosses Punk out of the ring and into the barricade, but is soon hit with a clothesline from Lesnar that sends the Big Red Machine out to the arena floor. Lesnar looks down at his work before turning back towards the Undertaker and walks into the big boot Punk saved him from earlier. Taker grabs him by the throat and hits Brock Lesnar with a Chokeslam! He covers. 1...2..kick! It is going to take more to put down the Next Big Thing. The Undertaker slides his thumb across his throat and calls for the Tombstone Piledriver. As Lesnar stumbles to his feet, Punk hops back in the ring to hit his legal opponent with a shot at the kidneys, bringing Taker down on one knee. The Deadman looks over to Punk, who exits the ring as the referee commands. Lesnar takes this distraction to pick up his opponent and hit the F-5! Both men collapse in the ring, their partners calling to be tagged in. Both giants crawl slowly to their respective corners and simultaneously get the tag. Punk and Kane fly into the ring, and Kane hits a stiff lariat, followed by another. He tosses his opponent into the ropes and follows up with a sidewalk slam. Vintage Kane! He backs away from Punk and outstretches his right hand, calling for an end to the match. CM Punk makes it to his feet and Kane wraps his hand around his throat. He lifts his opponent high into the air before throwing him down. Chokeslam! Kane covers. 1...2...no! Lesnar comes back into the ring and pushes Kane off Punk! He tosses Kane into the turnbuckle and proceeds to pound on him. Taker makes his way back into the ring, but he's pulled out by the World Heavyweight Champion. Dean Ambrose spins The Deadman around and hits him with the World Heavyweight Title. Without the help of his brother, Kane is forced to fight two men at once. The strength of both Brock Lesnar and CM Punk are too much for the Big Red Machine, however. They lift him to the top of the turnbuckle and hit him with a double-superplex! Miraculously the ring does not break, but Kane is out cold. Lesnar slides out of the ring as CM Punk covers. 1...2...3! They did it! The Television Champion and Brock Lesnar defeated the Tag Team Champions, with a little help from the World Champion. All three men climb into the ring to celebrate the victory.
Cole: Are you kidding me Taz?! Dean Ambrose took out the Undertaker!
Booker T: That is a damn shame to see the match end like that. Kane tried all he could, but Brock Lesnar and CM Punk are just tough opponents to beat.
Cole: Especially on your own. Regardless, thank you ladies and gentleman for watching here tonight, and we'll see you all next week on TCW Warzone!
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Jun 11, 13 at 7:52am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
The show opens with Ken Kennedy making his way to the ring as his music is playing. He gets in the ring, gets a mic from a stagehand and surveys the crowd. He then speaks.
"Allow me to introduce myself," said Kennedy, gesturing to himself."Hailing from Green Bay, Wisconsin, my name is MISTERRRRRRRRRR KENNEDY!!!!!"
"Looks like the old Ken Kennedy is back," said Michael Cole.
Kennedy then climbs up on a turnbuckle.
"Wait for it," said Tazz.
"KENNEDY!!!!!!" exclaimed Ken.
Ken hops off the turnbuckles and looks around again.
"Yeah, y'all have been wondering about me not being myself the last few weeks. Well, you are right. I was suffering from a concussion and had this stupid quack of a doctor tell me I was still cleared to wrestle when I actually wasn't cleared,"said Kennedy. "Well, I fired the quack and hired a new doctor who treated my concussion. I was not cleared to go until just before I came out here. So here I am. Once again, I have an opportunity for a shot at the TV title. I don't even know who my opponents are - and you know what? I don't *bleep*ing care. I'll kick their asses just the same."
The crowd pops at this.
"Why are you cheering me for? I'm an asshole and I'll prove it to you right now,"said Kennedy as he walks to the edge of the ring and looks at some front row fans. "Look at this fat dude sitting there. I see he is so fat, he's gotta sit on two toilets side by side to drop a deuce if you know what I'm saying.
The crowd laughs at Kennedy looks at another fan.
"And look at this bitch - she is so ugly the doctor slapped her grandmother when she was born!" said Kennedy.
And the crowd laughs again.
"Geez, what do I have to do to get you morons to boo me?" said Kennedy.
Then Kennedy grins as he looks around at the Manchester crowd. Looks like an idea just came to him.
"Liverpool is the greatest soccer team of all time!!!!!" proclaimed Kennedy.
And the crowd gives Kennedy major heat for the mere mention of Liverpool. Kennedy grins.
"Now that is what I wanted to hear. My work here is done," said Kennedy, who then tosses the mic back to the stagehand and exits the ring as the crowd continues to give Kennedy heat.
The commentators rehash the promo then send the show to the next segment.
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Jun 11, 13 at 9:00am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Warzone returns from a commercial break and the British national anthem 'God Save The Queen' bellows out across the arena. The video package on the screen shows her majesty, the Queen, strolling the grounds of Buckingham Palace alongside her husband Prince Phillip and heir to the throne Prince Charles. This naturally receives a patriotic cheer from the Mancunian crowd, but this quickly turns to muffled heckling and boos as the screen fades to Prime Minister David Cameron and his cabinet colleagues laughing and chatting amongst each other on the government frontbench of the House of Commons. Curt Hawkins appears from out the back, shaking his head in apparent disgust. Last weeks victorious debutant is wearing the ironically familiar, almost franchised in a capitalist manner Che Guevera image on a murky green t-shirt.
The Manchester crowd agree, with a mellow cheer. Muffled shouts of 'En-gur-land En-gur-land En-gur-land..' can be heard from somewhere at the back of the stadium.
The theory that Hawkins doesn't care much for whether he's cheered or booed is shown in action as his derogatory rant at the largely beloved Royal family is met with an angry reaction from the patriotic crowd.
Hawkins, having been stood at the top of the ramp, begins to move down towards the ring as he speaks. He rolls into the ring as the crowd boo the mention of the third generation superstar.
The scruffy superstar chuckles to himself as this sends the crowd into an almost suicidal outburst of emotion.
That is not to say, however that, that strength was properly earnt or gained. Again they exemplify the capitalist world. Cody Rhodes and Antonio Cesaro are only where they are because of their relationship with Triple H and vice versa. And, as we saw with poor old Batista and Randy Orton, if you're past it - society kicks you onto the street and shoves a great big middle finger in your face and says *bleep* you."
Hawkins drops the microphone and rolls out of the ring, as the familiarly angry Green Day hit 'American Idiot' begins to play. Warzone then fades to a commercial break, as the crowd anticipate a likely frosty relationship between tag partners DiBiase and Hawkins later on tonight...
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Jun 11, 13 at 11:26am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Dashing Cody Rhodes
The scene opens backstage in the interview area. After a rather quiet night, the crowd is relieved to see that Josh Matthews looks ready to interview a wrestler! What a treat for our British fans! The third interview of the night! The delight turns to a sour boo when none other than Dashing Cody Rhodes steps into shot. Rhodes flashes a smile to the camera, which elicits a unanimous groan from the Manchester crowd.
Dashing Cody Rhodes smiles at the floor this time. When he flicks his head back up, his eyes drill into those of Josh Matthews.
This brings me to my match tonight against Santino Marella. Before Santino goes and makes the same mistake that you and Hawkins made, allow me to tell everyone that I do not need any sort of help. I will destroy Marella and Ambrose will happily make the three-count. He will have no other decision in the match than that! Dashing Cody Rhodes doesn't need help, and I'll prove it tonight when I make the three count in the middle of that ring.
Josh Matthews looks at the ground after Rhodes' degrading beratement. Soon, an enlightened look crosses Matthews' face as another question crosses his mind.
Cody Rhodes smiles at the question.
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Jun 11, 13 at 12:30pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Tag Team Match
Evolution (Antonio Cesaro & Triple H) vs Ted DiBiase and Curt Hawkins
There was no wasting time tonight for one member of Evolution. The scene opens as Antonio Cesaro has just finished off training at the gym. He would grab a white towel and a bottle of water. He takes a mouth full of the water and then would pour the rest over himself as he then looks at the camera. He turns himself around and then folds his arms over his chest as he begins speaking about the tag team match he has been booked in for Warzone.
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Jun 11, 13 at 2:28pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
"The Instant Classic" Christian Cage
Such a god damn disgrace. Still, even after his performance last week, The Instant Classic is left to open the show. It isn't a smart business move. Why give the crowd the best act first? Everything else after was just a sour note to end on. Cage almost felt sorry for them. Almost.
But he could move on from that. They were finally beginning to recognize. A TV Title Chase match. All the pieces were slowly beginning to come together. He would win tonight. Easily. Then he would beat whoever he had to in order to get the title match. Then he'd kick Punk's ass, regardless of their little "Axis of Evil." A "super beast" is no match for a divine being like Cage. And after he speared Punk's straightedge ass to kingdom come, Cage would have that Television Championship. And then he'd be showcased, each and every week. And the ratings would go up for those bits. The bigwigs in charge would see it. They couldn't think of it as a fluke any more. They'd know that Cage was the reason people watched. That Christian Cage was the right man to lead their company. Not Dean Ambrose. Not Alex Shelley.
Or would they? Cage had to wonder if they would. The suits back in the WWE had taken notice. But they didn't acknowledge it. Not truly. They threw him his bone, but that was it. They just put on a facade and made him think they'd start letting him sit atop the throne. No...not this time. Cage would not be made a fool of this time. Cage stared into the TV screen. The television was off, but Cage was focusing on his reflection off the black glass. Staring into almost another piece of himself.
"They'll keep blocking us at every junction, won't they? To think I almost gave them a chance.....but no. They're not gonna stand in my way anymore."
"That's good. Keep thinking like this. We'll prove them wrong. We'll force them to eat crow as we spit on their faces. They'll know they were wrong. We'll make them KNOW that they underestimated us. That their ignorance cost them everything!"
"Right you are. The Instant Classic will not be stopped just because some morons want to remain blind. No more Undertaker and no more Kane. The dead can stay dead. No more John Cena. No one wants to see superman anymore. No more Ken Kennedy, no more Alberto Del Rio, no more Alex Shelley, no more Dean Ambrose. The nobodies and the flukes will stop here. They'll stop with Christian Cage."
"We're right. We know we are. The world will deny it, but we know we're right. There isn't any stopping us, not once we truly get going. You ready Christian?"
"I was born ready."
Laughter began echoing throughout the empty lockeroom. The people back here thought he was insane. He was. Insanely talented. They wouldn't recognize his talent....they're the crazy ones. Not him. He was the one who would stop this status quo. Whether anyone liked it or not. Cage was ready.....we were ready.....no stopping us...no stopping us at all...
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Jun 11, 13 at 3:39pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
The Wrestler who *bleep*ed Me
Today's episode takes us to an unlit bedroom with two visible outlines in the bed and a squeaking noise. A cellular phone rings and its answerer, with help from the neon lights coming through the window, is revealed to be John Morrison.
"Hello? Yeah, I'm kind of in the middle of something. Make that the end of something. Hold on-was it good for you? It was? As usual-yeah I'll be over in about 15 minutes."
The scene cuts to John at one of the fanciest restaurants in town. He walks in the establishment wearing his fuzzy coat, sunglasses remaining on his face, and tracks down Shane-O Mac. The heir to the McMahon fortune, dressed in a business suit to match the degree of fanciness needed to be in the building if you are not John Morrison, hands Morrison a file.
"It turns out we have a mole working with us. It is your partner, Dolph Ziggler."
"I never liked him. I always had to make up for his performance. What do we have against him? Stealing company secrets? Posting our material on some other website and claiming that it's his?"
"Oh, no. We fired that guy's arse. Most recently Ziggler has become a complete tool, so you will need to take him out. Tonight's match should do the trick. Get in their and pin him for the three count. And remember: you have a license to be badass."
"I never needed the license to be badass. I'll kick that bleach-blonde Mr. Perfect clone to the moon. You won't be hearing from him anytime soon. I really don't have anything to add to that given the circumstances, so I'll be off now."
Morrison walks out as Shane McMahon ponders where his British accent came from and whether or not John really has it in him to defeat Ziggler. Then he remembered Morrison was so damn alpha and shrugged it off. He then hit on a waitress, and got rejected.
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Jun 11, 13 at 3:41pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Triple H - Evolution
Triple H is in his locker room and there is no sign of either of his Evolution comrades, Antonio Cesaro or Dashing Cody Rhodes. On the wall behind him is a poster with the Evolution logo on it, obviously placed intentionally where the camera would see it. The game laces his boots, before looking up at the camera and smirking. He is clearly aware of the camera and he only laced his boots to communicate that he has a match coming up. Triple H stands up, his smirk now replaced with a blank stare.
Triple H stops and breathes deeply. He was apparently so passionate about his words that he didn't stop for breath until now. He turns his head and looks at the Evolution poster behind him. He gives it a discrete, subtle nod and continues to speak.
The king of kings reaches for something that is out of the camera's view. When his arm pulls back, he is holding a very familiar object, the game's signature sledgehammer. It is against the rules to use weapons in a regular tag team match, but that has never stopped Triple H before.
His hand opens and the sledgehammer drops down to the floor. He smiles sickly, his lips curling and his eyes displaying a carnal expression. He sits back down without changing his facial expression at all. There is a long silence before Triple H says his last few words before the picture fades, a cadence becoming more and more noticeable as he nears the end of the sentence.
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Jun 11, 13 at 3:41pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
TCW's Resident Showoff
The TCW logo flashes over the bottom left corner of the screen to symbolise we are back from commercial break. The scene opens in a gym. Overweight and unfit men loiter around in corners. Sweat dripping from their bodies, panting for breath. In the other corner a few steroid junkies are lifting monstrous amounts of weights, veins almost popping clean out their skin. As the camera pans round we see a beautiful blond girl in cycle shorts walking on a treadmill. She seems in a trance, her eyes fixated on something or someone on the next treadmill infront of her.
Male voice: This is how it's done babe, watch me crank it up...
The beeping of a machine is heard a few times and as the machine gets faster, the sound of running shoes pounding the track can be heard. The camera moves round and its clear now that the beautiful girl is watching this man. She seems drawn into him. Staring at his buttocks with her mouth hanging slightly open. The man running, although it doesn't look it as he seems focused on his training, knows exactly the stir he has caused this young lady
Male voice: I am too damn fricking good! I know, I know. Your wondering how I can have an ass this good, a body so ripped and perfect, a jaw clearly comparable to that of a Greek God and just in general be the all round perfect man.
The girls treadmill stops momentarily. She picks up a white towel and wipes her face with it. She takes a drink of her power drink and steps off the machine. As the girl now walks toward the direction of the man she ruffles her hair and begins to smile.
Beauty: So, ehm........What's your name?
To the left the treadmill begins to slow down and eventually comes to a stop. The female quickly takes this opportunity to pout slightly and puff out her chest, amplifying her breasts. Off camera the male in question walks towards her and puts his muscular arm around her. Slowly the camera pans left. The first thing that is noticeable is that this man is wearing an electric pink shirt with baby blue writing saying 'Its not showing off, If you back it up.' Never a truer slogan could be put on a shirt from this guys point of view, as the camera moves up to reveal TCW's resident show off, Dolph Ziggler.
Dolph Ziggler: Listen babe, I know your looking at me and wondering how I got so damn perfect. Some people are born with it, some ain't so lucky. Now scram, this cameraman is standing here for me, not you. Go get on that thigh master, your looking quite chunky.
The young female looks as if she had just been slapped in the face. Her mouth was wide open in disgust. She had never been so offended in her life. As she moved forward, clearly to scream at Ziggler, she was stopped abruptly as The Showoff simply raised his hand and pushed her away by her face.
Dolph Ziggler: Show's over for you sweetheart!
Dolph now turned to the cameraman. He grinned down the lens looking as smug and as arrogant as ever. He grabbed a towel and wiped sweat off his forehead before running it back over his blonde hair. As he dabbed the back of his neck he addressed the waiting TCW employee
Dolph Ziggler: Sorry about that guys.....women, am I right? Now the reason I asked you to meet me at the gym is because this is where it all begins. This is where Dolph Ziggler prepares physically to steal the show like I do every single Monday night! This is where I chisel my already perfect body. Somebody that could use a little more time here is my opponent this Monday, my former partner John Morrison. The shemale of sexy.......or something like that. He thinks he's a showoff like me. He thinks he's in the same league is me. Well Johnny boy you couldn't be more wrong. Your not fit enough to carry my jock strap. The team of me and you would never work for the simple reason that I am too damn good to slum it with you! My career here in TCW hasn't really started the way I woulda liked and to be brutally honest it's because I surround myself with nobody's like you and Big E. You all tried to steal my spotlight but its now my time to shine. Iv been too damn good for too long and it's about time I was noticed.
Dolph runs his right hand through is blonde hair and then flicks it out at the camera. He begins to back away from the camera
Dolph Ziggler: Your all beneath me. CM Punk, Dean Ambrose you both have gold that should be around my waist. John Morrison you will be embarrassed by me tonight as I'm going out to steal the show like I do best and there ain't a damn thing you can do about it! This showoff had just begun to strut his stuff. Triple H, I dont imagine it will be too long before your blowing up my cell to try get me to join Evolution. I am the future of this company. See if you can keep up. Show.......off.
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Jun 11, 13 at 3:54pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Best Damn Looking Man In The World
It seemed like Morrison would not just have to show up in the ring to win the match. Maybe he would have to put more work than a quick session after he got home from another assignment. Then again, he never really understood why Ziggler always told the females he acquainted himself with to get lost, or how he always asked John to fold his unmentionables a specific way when he did laundry. Truthfully, John Morrison didn't care if Ziggler acted bicuriously or worked out. He was John Morrison, and he was damn sexy. His skeet effort would be enough. So Morrison went out for more females that evening before going to the arena for his match. Their was something about doing British girls in the UK that felt like beating the other team on their home court. Except Morrison wouldn't be doing the beating.
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Jun 11, 13 at 3:57pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Wrestler: Bray Wyatt
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The cameras open up in a poorly lit room. The candles which illuminiate it are flickering, making it difficult for the audience to see just who is behind this rather creepy promo. If the fact it were weird and creepy did not give it away, a song that's becoming more and more familiar to everyone involved in TCW as the weeks go by begins to lightly play in the background. The camera then refocuses and we are shown the spine-chilling grin of Husky Har- I mean, Bray Wyatt.
Wyatt has the same outfit as usual for this promo. He laughs and grins as per usual, his face appearing and disappearing with every flicker of the candle.
"Fool you once, shame on me. Fool you twice...shame on you. But I have a feeling that nobody doubt Bray Wyatt anymore. I don't think there's anybody out there who don't believe in Bray Wyatt anymore. I am God and I have proven myself to be real, I have proven that I exist. I have proven that I am not just some mythical creature, I am not some figure in the sky that people follow blindly. Heed the warning, listen to my Gospel - invest every dollar, every dime, every minute of your day, invest it in Bray Wyatt. Because I will come up flush, I will do everything you think I will do...and more."
Wyatt bends down right beside the candle so that his face is lit up and visible.
"Think of the worst thing you've ever seen. Think of the worst deed you think any man could do. And then remember what I have done, remember that I am no man, and that you have seen nothing yet. I will have my hand raised tonight, I will have my hand raised at the Pay-Per-View, but that is not the end. No, no...this is just the beginning...hahaha."
Wyatt leans in to the camera and the flickering candle, his mouth the only thing visible of his face. He grins that uneasy grin of his, whispers, "Run," and blows the candle out, leaving the cameras in blackness.
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Jun 11, 13 at 5:49pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
TCW proudly presents,
Manchester Arena, Manchester, England
Cole: Welcome ladies and gentleman, to TCW Warzone! I'm Michael Cole, here with my broadcast partners Taz and Booker T.
Taz: We've got a night here Cole that I can only sum up in three words: Pick. Your. Poison.
Booker T: Aw yeah. This Sunday, Alex Shelley and CM Punk face off, but before that....they get to pick each other's opponents here tonight.
Cole: But let's not wait any time, as we get into our TCW Television Champion Chase matches, with our first Fatal-4-Way of the night!
Fatal Four Way
Christian Cage vs Ken Kennedy vs John Cena vs Alberto Del Rio
TCW Television Chase Match
The bell sounds and immediately Del Rio and Christian attack John Cena. The two men manage to take the wrestling superman down to the canvas with a flurry of punches and kicks. Kennedy, not sure if to join the onslaught or to save Cena backs off from the action and waits for the others to decide. Cena starts to fight back by shoving Del Rio away then pounding Christian in the skull a few times. As Christian falls back, Del Rio grabs ahold of Cena and applies the Cross Armbreaker. Christian sprints back and breaks up the hold, disgruntled with the alliance between himself and Del Rio disintegrating. Kennedy chooses his time to act and grabs Christian in order to hit him with a suplex. He runs at Del Rio and receives a dropkick to the face. Del Rio turns back to Cena and is met with more strikes to the face before the leader of the Cenation bounces of the ropes and hits a shoulder block. Cena hovers over Del Rio, informs him that Alberto cannot see John, and hits the Five-Knuckle Shuffle! He then places Del Rio over his shoulders for the Attitude Adjustment, but out of nowhere Christian hits a Spear on Cena. Kennedy rises back to his feet and receives his own Spear.
Christian sees Del Rio struggling to get up, so he grabs him and hits the Killswitch! He covers. 1...2...3! Christian Cage wins the first TCW Title Chase of the night!
Cole: What a win by Christian!
Booker T: I tell you man, I think Christian may have found his step here in TCW.
Taz: He's been impressive in the past couple weeks, but so have the other four men in the TCW Title Chase. We see them up next.
Fatal Four Way
Carlito vs Wade Barrett vs Kyle O'Reilly vs Bray Wyatt
The match begins with all four competitors in their respective corners. The bell rings, and we're underway! O'Reilly goes right after Bray Wyatt. Not a wise decision, as the Eater of Worlds drives a fist into the jaw of O'Reilly! Barrett grabs Carlito around the neck and locks him in a massive headlock before taking him down with a hip toss! Barrett gets on Carlito and begins driving fists into the face of Carlito! Wyatt, meanwhile, flips O'Reilly across the ring with a huge belly-to-belly Suplex! O'Reilly quickly rolls out of the ring. Wyatt makes a split decision to take on Barrett next, taking him down with a running crossbody right over the top of Carlito! O'Reilly slips into the ring and picks off the downed Carlito! Dropping hit after hit on the left ankle of Carlito! Meanwhile, Wyatt lifts Barrett up and goes for a massive punch - No! Barrett ducks and turns to hit Wyatt with a massive boot to the thigh! And he follows it with a punch to the face! On the other side of the ring, Carlito hits massive kick after kick with the healthy ankle! A final kick sends O'Reilly across the ring and between the ropes!
Barrett is, meanwhile, warming up for the Bull Hammer on Wyatt... But Carlito goes for a Back Stabber on Barrett! But Barrett doesn't go down! Instead, he catches Carlito on his back, pulling him upwards onto his shoulders! Wasteland! Barrett makes the cover! One-Two- no! Wyatt breaks the count! He lifts Barrett up and hits the STO! One-Two-Three!
Booker T: And Bray Wyatt shows people how to get it done!
Cole: He may keep winning matches, but he also keeps giving me the creeps.
Taz: Hey, sometimes you just gotta get in the heads of your opponents, and that's what Wyatt keeps doing.
Tag Team Match
Evolution(Antonio Cesaro & Triple H) vs Curt Hawkins & Ted DiBiase
The Game is first out for his team, facing down an old rival in Ted DiBiase. The two lock-up in the middle of the ring, with DiBiase being pushed back. Forced into the corner, the referee breaks the two up with DiBiase trying to figure out a plan. Ted soon rushes out of the corner, swinging wildly, trying to catch The Game off guard. Instead, Triple H ducks the clothesline and starts throwing right hands into DiBiase, forcing him into his corner. The Game tags in Cesaro before holding DiBiase in place so Cesaro can throw a solid shot to the kidneys are Ted. Ted staggers out of the corner before Cesaro grabs him and snaps off a suplex. Cesaro covers; one, tw-kickout.
Cesaro locks in the side headlock on DiBiase as Ted tries to get momentum back on his side. Ted manages to fight his way to his feet, but Cesaro clubs him in the back of his head to send DiBiase back to the ground. Cesaro grunts before pulling Ted up, looking for the Neutralizer. He tries to lift Ted, but DiBiase blocks it, before countering with a back body drop! Cesaro arcs his back in pain as Ted finds a bit of reprieve and crawls over to his corner. Cesaro manages to tag in Triple H, but DiBiase tags in Hawkins! Curt has been itching to get in the match and explodes once in the ring with a clothesline to Triple H. The Game scrambles to his feet and Curt is quick to hit him with a dropkick, sending Triple H into the corner. Hawkins quickly follows through with a splash in the corner before hitting Triple H with his own suplex! Curt covers, but Cesaro is in to break it up! Cesaro stomps away at Hawkins before Ted is charging in at Cesaro, but Antonio pulls the top rope down, causing Ted to spill to the outside! Antonio gets back to his feet but Hawkins dropkicks him in the back, up and over the top rope as well! Curt then turns around to focus on Triple H, but The Game meets him with the Spinebuster!
Triple H sees the end is near as he stalks Hawkins to his feet. He kicks Curt in the gut, hooking the arms….Pedigree! Curt is planted into the mat and his teammate isn’t able to make the save as The Game hooks the leg; one, two, three!
Cole: Another dominant win by Evolution here tonight!
Booker T: I've always respected Triple H for his work in the ring, but Antonio Cesaro is really showing me something ever since he teamed up with Cody Rhodes and The Game. I think this could be just what Antonio needs to get his career rolling.
Taz: I gotta agree with you there Book.
We pick up with the TCW Television Champion CM Punk, who is stood in the office of TCW general manager, Paul Heyman. A few moments pass until Heyman himself enters the room, and looks slightly startled at the presence of Punk. He appears to take it in his stride though, as he makes his way across the room and takes up his seat behind the desk. Punk stands stoic, staring a hole through Heyman as he waits for some kind of acknowledgement. Heyman keeps the straight edge superstar waiting though, as he clears a few files off his desk before looking up at him.
Heyman: Punk, what can I do for you?
Punk takes a step towards Heyman, and slightly leans in towards him.
CM Punk: Paul, I’m here to find out who I’m facing tonight.
Heyman smirks, as he too leans forward a touch.
Heyman: Punk, you will find that out in the ring tonight. That’s the whole point of the pick your poison concept, you’re not supposed to be aware who you’re facing.
Punk doesn’t seem too happy with this, as he tentatively shakes his head in disapproval.
Punk: Why, so we can make excuses if we don’t win? No, that’s not how tonight’s going to go. I don’t care if you don’t tell me who I’m going to face, because lets face it I’m going to win regardless. I’m not letting Alex off the hook though, he’s not getting any excuses tonight. I’ll openly tell the World right now that the person I’ve picked for Alex Shelley to face is… The Undertaker!
Punk smirks as he backs away from Heyman, who appears to be content with Punk’s choice. The cameras then return to ringside.
Cole: How about that?! Alex Shelley vs The Undertaker!
Booker T: Awwww man, two of the best in this industry going head to head tonight!
John Morrison vs Dolph Ziggler
The former tag team partners stare down in the center of the ring. We don’t know what happened to break them up (something about someone stealing stuff), but what matters tonight is they face off. Right as the referee rings the bell, Morrison tackles Dolph to the ground, beating into the face of the Show Off. He throws rights and lefts before the referee finally has to pull Morrison off of Ziggler. John argues with the referee, but the ref threatens to disqualify him before John sighs and just goes back to the match. He walks over to Dolph, but Ziggler kicks his knee out from under him, sending Morrison to the mat. John clutches his knee as he starts to get to his feet, but Dolph comes off the ropes, Fame Asser! Morrison is driven into the mat as Dolph makes the cover; one, two, th-kickout.
Dolph begins stomping away at Morrison, trying to put the match away quickly. He begins dropping multiple elbows before stopping and flicking his hair at the crowd before jumping for another, but Morrison rolls out of the way! The showing off by Ziggler may have cost him as Dolph holds his elbow in pain as Morrison pulls himself up in the corner. Ziggler charges for the splash, but Morrison moves out of the way and Dolph crashes face first into the top turnbuckle! He staggers backwards and Morrison springboards, Flying Chuck! Morrison’s foot collides with the side of Ziggler’s head and Dolph falls into position. John steadies himself in the corner, looking down at Ziggler before leaping, going for Starship Pain…
And he hits it! Morrison’s patented splash connects with Ziggler as John hooks the leg; one, two, three!
Taz: And Morrison gets some payback here tonight!
Cole: Payback for what?
Taz: Ziggler putting himself first in the big picture!
Booker T: Both of them couldn't put their egos aside to keep an impressive tag team together....but they're both gonna be great singles competitors, I can tell you that.
Pick Your Poison-Singles Competition
CM Punk vs Alex Shelley's Chosen Opponent
CM Punk stands in the center of the ring, waiting for Alex Shelley's choice to be revealed.
Fire explodes as Kane makes his way to the ring! Kane vs. CM Punk!
Kane and Punk circle each other in the ring, neither one wanting to make a misstep. Kane quickly breaks the tension, and pushes Punk hard into the corner before driving hard punches to the chest and face of CM Punk! Left-Right-Left-Right! A clothesline into the corner! Punk stumbles out of the corner and Kane lifts him up for a sidewalk slam! The crowd goes wild as Kane makes the early cover! One-Two- Kickout! Kane lifts Punk back to his feet, and Irish Whips him across the ring - And Punk returns to a Big Boot! Kane raises his arms to the ceiling and slams them both down with fury! The crowd is on their feet, loving this one-sided bout! Kane chokes Punk on the mat, lifting him to his feet - But a thumb to the eye from Punk! He continues with an onslaught - Chop! Chop! Chop! And a spinning chop! And a fierce roundhouse to the side of the head! Kane drops to his knees and Punk rebounds off the ropes to hit a massive dropkick to the kneeling Kane! Punk hits the top rope, stalking Kane.. And a diving Crossbody.. But Kane catches him! He drops him on his knee and then hits a Fallaway Slam! Punk grabs his back in pain before trying to roll out of the ring - But Kane catches him!
Kane pulls Punk in, grabbing him by the throat, looking for retribution. Punk claws away at the arm of Kane, trying to escape before kicking Kane in the groin! Kane stumbles backwards a bit as Punk believes he has gotten some breathing room, rolling out of the ring. Punk decides to take his leave, but he runs right into Kane on the outside, recovered already from the cheap shot! Punk backs away slowly before Kane swings, and Punk ducks it, running to the back as Kane follows! The Television Champion is on the run and the referee has lost both his competitors! He has no choice but to rule this a no contest!
Cole: And Punk manages to slither away from Kane!
Taz: That's Punk using his noggin. He doesn't have to beat Kane, not when he has such a big match on Sunday.
Booker T: While I agree with not wanting to risk getting hurt, I can't agree with Punk taking the low road out in that case.
The cameras cut backstage, showing Santino Marella, just moments before his match with Cody. Rather than his usual focused self, Santino has quite a grin on his face. TCW reporter Josh Matthews is stood beside him.
Josh Matthews: Santino, have you been putting in any extra preparation knowing that Dean Ambrose is acting as special guest referee for your match with Cody Rhodes?
Santino laughs to himself.
Santino: Actually, Josh, Cody Rhodes and this match hasn't been on mind too much this week. I've been a little...busy.
Josh Matthews: Busy? Don't you think Cody Rhodes deserves a little more respect than that?
Santino: Oh, I mean no disrespect to Cody Rhodes. But I have been in many important meetings this week you see, I have not had much time to prepare.
Josh: Meetings? Couldn't you have rescheduled considering how difficult this match is sure to be?
Santino: Ah, Josh, rescheduling...that would have been great, but it is difficult to get a meeting with the TCW Board of Directors, nevermind trying to get it rescheduled!
Josh Matthews: Board of directors? Why were you -
Santino holds his hand to the mouth of Josh, silencing him. He takes the microphone from Josh and looks to the camera.
Santino: This week, I went straight to the board of directors. I pleaded my case, I pleaded how unjust it was that Brock Lesnar ruined the King versus Champion match at No Mercy, and unsurprisingly they did not disagree. I told them that Dean Ambrose had Brock Lesnar save him at King of The Ring, and that Dean Ambrose had Brock Lesnar save him at No Mercy. And they agreed. I told them that I do not think Dean Ambrose is a worthy champion because of this, that Dean Ambrose hasn't proved yet that he is the best wrestler in this company. And they agreed with me about just unfair his whole title reign has been. And while Dean Ambrose may not want to face me again...they would love to see it, Josh. And what the board of directors want, the board of directors get. So the reason I have not prepared for my matchup with Cody Rhodes, is that I have been busy arranging a different a matchup. I have arranged that next week at Wembley Stadium, infront of 90,000 passionate Brits - Dean Ambrose will defend his World Heavyweight Championship against me, Santino Marella!
Santino hands the microphone back to Josh, and leaves before the interviewer can get another word in! We cut to ringside.
Taz: Oh god, give it a rest Santino! You'll never be better than our champ!
Booker T: Taz man, you gotta just let it go man.
w/ Special Referee Dean Ambrose
Santino Marella vs Cody Rhodes
Dean calls for the bell to ring as Santino is hesitant to make any moves, eyeing Ambrose. Dean just smirks and points to the referee shirt he’s currently wearing before telling Santino to get to it. Marella slowly takes his eyes off of Ambrose to focus on the match, but Rhodes is on him. Cody wasted no time taking advantage of Santino’s distraction and is quickly forcing Marella into the corner, beating him down. Dean lets this go on longer than he should before forcing Rhodes out of the corner, telling him to back off. Rhodes heads back to the corner, but Santino ducks the right hand and forces Rhodes into the corner with knife edge chops. The crowd chants “Woo” to each and every one of them before Santino whips Rhodes into the opposite corner with authority, causing Cody to crash to the mat. Santino heads over, but Triple H pulls Rhodes out of the ring, giving The Future some time to recover. Marella argues with Ambrose to begin counting, but Dean just nonchalantly smiles before finally obliging to Santino’s demands and counting Rhodes out. His back turned, Cesaro slides into the ring and takes out Santino with a clothesline before quickly exiting and heading back over towards Triple H as Rhodes is back in the ring. He stomps away at the now downed Santino before running off the ropes and dropping his knee across the face of Marella. Rhodes covers and Dean is down to count; one, tw-kickout by Santino. Ambrose shrugs his shoulders before Rhodes stomps away at Santino, trying to his best to put away the Italian. He screams at Santino that his time is done before running off the ropes for another knee drop, but this time Marella moves out of the way! Cody’s knee collides into the mat, and remember folks, Cody doesn’t wear kneepads. Rhodes clutches his knee in pain as Santino is up to his feet, hitting Rhodes hard with a clothesline! Cody scrambles to the corner to try and get away from Marella, but Santino is on him, throwing right hands. He isn’t even halfway done before Ambrose decides to do his job “properly” and forces Marella out of the corner. Santino begins arguing with Ambrose, as Dean merely states he was doing his job. Marella doesn’t take that answer and continues screaming at Rhodes, his focus on the match lost.
Rhodes takes advantage of the distracted Santino and grabs him from behind…..Cross Rhodes! Santino is planted into the mat all while Dean smirks before dropping to the mat for the count; one, two, three!
Cody Rhodes heads to the back with his Evoloution team-mates, celebrating this high profile victory...but Dean Ambrose stays in the ring. With his grin on his face, Ambrose stands over his fallen number one contender. The World Champion pulls the referee shirt off of himself and tosses it to the side, and demands a microphone from the time-keeper. Circling Santino, he snarls into the microphone.
Dean Ambrose: Number one contender, huh? You go to the board of directors, and you tell them that, that I haven't retained my title properly? That I haven't proven I'm a, I'm a 'worthy' champion? I'll show you, I'll show you WORTHY!
Ambrose dives right at Santino and cracks him in the skull with the microphone! The World Champion lays into Santino, throwing a wild flurry of shots and screaming at him! Dean Ambrose has lost it! He stands up and takes several paces backwards, letting a dazed Santino try to find his feet. The number one contender gets on one knee, and Ambrose charges at him: Shining Wizar-NO! Santino dives out of the way! Ambrose quickly gets back to his feet and charges at Santino again, but Marella ducks! And lands a right hand! And another! Ambrose is reeling! Santino whips Ambrose off of the ropes and nails a clothesline! The roles have reversed and Ambrose is on the mat, trying to find his senses, with Santino the one doing the stalking, watching as The World Champion uses the ropes to get to his feet ... OW! Brock Lesnar and CM Punk! Ambrose's colleagues have come from the crowd, and are lack a pack of wolves as they assault Santino! Punk helps Ambrose to his feet, while Brock stalks Santino. Ambrose calls the order and everyone knows what's coming, as a snarling Superbeast bounces side to side, waiting for Ambrose to turn around...
KEEP ROLLIN' ROLLIN' ROLLIN'!
Brothers of Destruction! The team screwed by Ambrose, Lesnar and Punk last week are making a beeline for the ring! The trio all stop in shock at this run-in, but they don't have time to stand around because 'Taker and Kane both slide in to the ring! Punk and Kane go at, 'Taker lands a big boot to Ambrose and then begins to lay right hands into Lesnar! Lesnar rams Undertaker into the corner and lands a series of shoulder thrusts, while Kane throws uppercuts and Punk throws a variation of knees and kicks. Lesnar charges at Taker - but the Deadman lands a big boot instead! Lesnar drops and rolls out of the ring, and Kane tosses Punk over the top rope! Both men turn their attention to the last of the trio...Dean Ambrose. The Champ backs off, trying to make peace with the BoD...but he backs right into Santino Marella! The number one contender tosses Ambrose over the top rope - BoD and Santino have cleared house!
???: Gentlemen! Gentlemen!
The crowd and all six combatants turn to the titantron - to see the face of Warzone General Manager, Paul Heyman.
Heyman: Enough is enough! Now, I'm all for extreme, as you all well know - but this really has gone on long enough. I'm sick of Brock Lesnar, I'm sick of CM Punk, I'm sick of Edge, and now I'm damn well sick of the Brothers of Destruction too! Santino, Dean - the reason for your rematch is Brock Lesnar unfairly interfered in your last meeting, but I damn sure I won't let anyone get in the way of this one. And so I thought to myself, a steel cage couldn't keep these tough TCW superstars out of the ring, so what could? And then I realised, exactly that...tough TCW superstars. So Brock, Punk, Undertaker, Kane, Edge wherever the hell you are, if you want to get involved in the World Title match this Sunday, you'll have to tear your way through each other first - because this Sunday, Dean Ambrose and Santino Marella will go at for the World Heavyweight Championship, surrounded by lumberjacks!
TCW then cuts to a commercial break with a grimace on the face of Dean Ambrose and his cronies, a smile on the number one contender's face, and the Manchester crowd cheering in delight.
Taz: Oh come on Paul! Stop rewarding that piece of trash! He's lost his last two matches and so he gets rewarded?!
Cole: He just lost this one because of an impartial referee Taz, that isn't Santino's fault!
Taz: That isn't my problem! But a loss is a loss and Santino keeps on losing!
Booker T: Sometimes Taz, sometimes....
Pick Your Poison Singles Competition
Alex Shelley vs The Undertaker
Shelley bounces on his feet back and forth, waiting for his opponent to come out from behind the curtain. The lights in the arena turn off in preparation for the man's appearance.
Chills fill the air as smoke fills the arena and The Deadman makes his way out from behind the curtain. Shelley knew it was coming, but no one can truly prepare for The Undertaker. But up next, we see if Shelley has managed to find the plan to stay alive.....
Shelley tries to get on the offensive by grappling Taker around the waist, but the Deadman just shoves off the noticeably smaller man. The Undertaker uses his strength to pick up Shelley and slam him on down on his own leg for a backbreaker. His opponent takes a few seconds before hopping back on his feet and running towards him. He lifts his leg for a big boot, but Shelley stops his momentum just in time and hits Taker with a standing dropkick. The Sultan of Sleaze strategically kicks his opponent as he lays on the ground, preventing him from taking his natural advantage over Shelley. His opponent's tenacity causes the Deadman to roll out of the ring and finally get back to his feet. Refusing to let his opponent rest, Shelley goes to the opposite side of the ring, then takes off for a suicide dive. Like an arrow, he hits his opponent right in the chest for a bullseye. Both men are slow to get up as the fans just inches away cheer them on. The Undertaker rises first and stomps down on his opponent. He then grabs Shelley and throws him into the barricade, where he proceeds to give him a big boot to the face. The neck connecting the Sultan of Sleaze's head to his body snaps back violently as he falls to his knees. Taker grabs him again and tosses him into the corner post before bringing him back into the ring. Shelley slowly rises to his knees as The Undertaker gets in position for the Chokeslam. The Money in the Bank holder stands up and turns to his opponent. He immediately dodges the claw of the Deadman, bounces off the ropes, and performs a hurricanrana on his opponent. Before his opponent can get back up again, Shelley jumps off the middle rope and tuns back to hit a senton. He then applies the chicken-wing on The Undertaker, wrenching the arm into his opponent's back more and more with each passing second. Taker crawls with one hand and finally reaches the ropes, which causes Shelley to immediately release the hold. Shelley tries a kick to the head, but the Deadman catches and throws it down. Uncharacteristically, Taker tackles Shelley to the ground and unleashes a series of strikes to his opponent's skull. With a face full of rage, Undertaker picks up Shelley, holds him in front of himself with both arms, and hits the Tombstone Piledriver! Taker smiles as he covers Shelley. 1...2...kick! Shocking everyone in attendance, including The Undertaker, Shelley kicks out. Still in control nonetheless, Taker picks up Shelley again. This time, however, Shelley is more elusive and wrestles out of the Deadman's clutches. He climbs over his opponent and hits him with a sunset flip! Could Shelley steal one away? 1...2...kick! Shelley gets to his feet before Taker and stomps his entire body, including digging his heel into his opponent's chest. Looking to personally end the match, Alex Shelley climbs the corner turnbuckle.
He steadies himself on the top rope, looking for the Frog Splash, but Undertaker sits up! Shelley is in disbelief as Taker makes his way over to the corner and grabs Alex by the throat! Not a chokeslam, not from up there....but Shelley fights it! Alex punches away at the head of the Undertaker before grabbing the head and dropping to the outside! Undertaker gets caught on the top rope and has to break his grip as Alex tries to get air back in his lungs on the outside.
Alex shakes his head, getting blood flowing again before climbing onto the apron, awaiting The Deadman to turn around. He springboards, but Undertaker punches him as his feet touch the top rope, causing Shelley to fall to the outside! Alex crashes into the padded floor as The Phenom looks to the outside. He slowly nods his head before running off the ropes....oh god no, NO! Undertaker just dove over the top rope to the outside onto Shelley! Both men are down! The referee climbs out of the ring, checking both men....he calls for the bell! Neither man is responding! It's a no contest!
Booker T: Oh my goodness....
Taz: You said it Book. I don't know the last time I saw Undertaker do that....and I think I may have just seen the last time he ever will.
Cole: Neither of the two can make it to their feet. We gotta get somebody out here.
Booker T: You know, when you're in that ring, you'll do alot of things to win. You'll break your own body in half if you got to. I think we just saw that here tonight...
Cole: I'm sorry folks, but we're out of time. We have to end the show here tonight, but stay posted on TCW.com throughout the week as we update you all on the condition of both Alex Shelley and The Undertaker as well as on Alex Shelley's match with CM Punk. Thank you and goodnight
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Jun 18, 13 at 2:59pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Written by Shiny & ADA 2.
Triple H and Antonio Cesaro, two of the three members of Evolution, are backstage in their locker room. Cesaro is squatting while Triple H is sitting in the corner of the room, with his signature sledgehammer in his hands. His hands grasp the hammer tightly, as his mind ponders the tag team match that Evolution will have against the Undertaker and Kane later tonight. The cerebral assassin breaks the silence by turning to Cesaro and voicing a question.
Cesaro takes a break from his squats to answer.
Both men smile at the thought. The manipulative Triple H displays a malicious smirk, while Cesaro's crooked, battle-hardened face sports a cold, disfigured grin. These men have not teamed together nearly as many times for their opponents for tonight, but clearly they are on the same page. They share a mindset and they almost seem like two men who have been competing together for years.
Antonio Cesaro: Are you saying that in hindsight, it will be easier for those imbeciles to appreciate our work? That makes sense.
A brief silence occurs, as Cesaro returns to his squats and Triple H looks down at his sledgehammer. While Cesaro's focus has returned to preparing for their big match, the king of kings is deep in thought, as if trying to make a big decision. Eventually, Triple H looks back up at Cesaro and his voice uncharacteristically breaks as he speaks again.
Antonio Cesaro looks back up at his tag team partner and then back down at the sledgehammer. He holds it tightly in his hands for a moment as he gets the feel of it. He knows how important this is, how it has helped Triple H become the man he is and now it is his and his alone.
Antonio Cesaro then lifts the sledgehammer over his head and onto the back of his neck as he cracks his neck from side to side. Triple H folds his arms and looks at his partner as Antonio Cesaro holds the infamous weapon around his neck.
Cesaro takes the sledgehammer away from his neck and holds in up, studying it closely. Triple H gives
Antonio Cesaro: No, we are remarkable. For the last month, we have won every single tag team match. We have defeated everyone who has gotten into the ring with us. We have sent our message to Kane and the Undertaker. They know that we are coming for them. They know that they are losing the tag team championships tonight. They have failed in their duty. They have failed to be the champions the people wanted. Their time has come and past and as you know as the next step in Evolution we will be the champions that the people want and need.
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Jun 21, 13 at 11:40pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Tag Team Match
TCW Tag Team Championships
Brothers of Destruction (c) (Kane & The Undertaker) vs Evolution (Antonio Cesaro & Triple H)
This is his moment. This is his time. Championship gold is within his reach and all he has to do is reach out and take it for himself. Antonio Cesaro is ready for tonight; he has been ready for a long time. He has teamed up with Triple H multiple times now and they have always won their matches. He is determined that tonight will be no different. Cesaro is of course holding the sledgehammer that Triple H had given to him earlier in the night. At his side is none other than Aksana. The cameras are rolling backstage and Antonio Cesaro is going to use this opportunity to speak about one of his opponents tonight, the legendary Undertaker.
Aksana: You will have no problem fighting him.
Antonio Cesaro: There was one time long ago that he was impressive in the ring. I might have been afraid if I had to face the Undertaker of old, but that is not the man I am facing tonight. The man I am facing is old; he is decrepit, broken down and past his prime. Everything he once was and everything he has achieved in the past doesn't matter any more. I don’t care one bit how many souls he has destroyed in his career. I don’t care about how many championships he has won or how long he has been in the business for. He is too old and too fragile to be in the ring with someone like me. His tag team with his younger brother Kane is a front to conceal his shortcomings. Tonight, I will show you that the deadman is nothing special.
Antonio Cesaro looks smugly down into the camera as at his side Aksana claps her hands and roars on in approval at everything Antonio Cesaro has said. The international sensation is very confident about this match tonight. This is evident as he wastes little time before continuing from where he left off.
Aksana: What about Kane then?
Antonio Cesaro: I'm talking about the Undertaker, Aksana. Now, where was I? Yes... The fact that the Undertaker knows how washed up he has become and still remains in this company, taking up space and stealing championships, is an insult not only to me, but to all of the other wrestlers who are looking to catch a break in this business. People who want to grab that brass ring but can’t because of men like the Undertaker. I overcame men like the Undertaker. I have defeated men who held onto their past glory and I will do so again. This old, washed up relic does not have what it takes to keep up with the likes of me. People may argue that he is a champion for a reason. I will argue that he was the champion of a division that died a long time ago and in 2013, the Undertaker's championship reign means nothing.
Antonio Cesaro smirks once again and then raises the sledgehammer above his head, holding each end with his hands. The crowd watching this video starts to boo him, but Antonio Cesaro obviously cannot hear the boos from the backstage area. He has been seriously insulting The Undertaker and running him in the ground, but he was just being himself. He was being confident. He believes in everything that he said and that is what is most important. Antonio Cesaro believes that as long as his partner takes care of Kane, he can do what many have failed to do. He believes that he can defeat the Undertaker and that alone will carry him to victory.
Antonio Cesaro then looks down into the camera as his arrogant smirk appears back on his face. He has sent a message loud and clear to the Undertaker. He is not afraid of him. Antonio Cesaro flings his new sledgehammer over his shoulder and then turned around and walked away. Aksana quickly follows after Antonio Cesaro as the TCW logo flashes on the screen.
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Jun 22, 13 at 11:05am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
"The Instant Classic" Christian Cage
Ohh, the big stage was coming. The lights were gonna be brighter, the crowd was gonna be louder, but he? He wasn't gonna change. He was still going to be the best performer out there. Just like last week, just like the week before, he would be the one that everyone should be talking about.
"You know, I have to hand it to Shelley and Undertaker. They almost did it."
"They almost showed us up. Those two almost put on a better show than we did. They didn't, but it was pretty damn close."
"No. No it wasn't. THEY were and still ARE nothing compared to me. I don't need to almost kill myself to put on the best performance of the night. Are you starting to buy into those lies that people keep telling?!"
"Not at all. We're still the Instant Classic. We are the only ones worthy of being at the forefront of this industry, I still know that. Don't worry about it. We both are still on the same page."
"Good, good....all the doubters....I just need SOMEONE to be on my side..."
There was an eerie silence left in the locker room. Not a sound was made in the passing moments. Just the ticking of the clock. Cage needed this. He kept winning on those Tuesday nights, on the little show. Now, he needed this. The big win, the win that would start his launch to where he belonged. Only then.....
"They're still trying to screw us you know."
"I know. Bray Wyatt was nothing.....but now a third man? Whoever it is doesn't stand a chance, but they keep trying. They keep throwing these roadblocks in front of us."
"And we'll just have to plow through them. We'll break apart all the little attempts those suits take at slowing us down. If we sneak around them, they'll just try even harder."
"You're right. They'll just have more ammunition to throw at us. More bullshit excuses. But if we just keep beating whatever they try to do...."
"They'll run out of excuses eventually. Now....now is the time where we shine."
"You're damn right it is. After tonight, we'll go on and beat Punk. After that, we'll keep stepping up. Those people will need to shut the hell up and accept the fact that we are worthy of that title belt. And they'll give us our shot."
"And once we're given that ball, we'll run with it. Run, run, run, run, and we're never gonna let it go. The name in lights....the paycheck..."
"And the ultimate dream realized."
Oh yes, soon they would be there. That Television Title was just a stepping stone for Cage. Nothing more than something to get his name out there. That big gold belt was the ultimate prize, and regardless of who had it.....it would be theirs. Dean Ambrose, Santino Marella, Alex Shelley, even God himself could not keep it from them.
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