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Feb 12, 13 at 3:30am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
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6-Man Elimination Tag Match
RVD & Generico & Daniel Bryan vs. Cody Rhodes & Antonio Cesaro & Dolph Ziggler
It was a big night for him. It was a night where he could once again secure another important victory and take another step towards championship glory. Antonio Cesaro has already spoken today about his match and his opponents, but he was not yet done, not by a long shot. Once again Antonio Cesaro appeared backstage, this time by himself. He was still in his suit, not in any sort of rush to get changed into his wrestling gear. Antonio Cesaro looked smugly down into the camera and then folded his arms over his chest and then smirked as he then finally started to speak.
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Feb 12, 13 at 9:41am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
The greatest man on the planet has to earn his contract? Really? TCW should be honoured to have Double A to begin with they should be handing him an exclusive contract making him what he is, the star of the company! Austin Aries is a former World Champion! How dare they make him open the show with three wrestlers not even worthy of his time.
Double A was sitting in his locker room looking over the Warzone card. A look of disappointment was on his face.
“How dare the management here make me earn a contract! I was offered superstar status when TCW contracted me! My own locker room, personal assistants, guaranteed main event status! But then they change their minds and decide I have to earn a contract? How dare they I am the Greatest man on the planet, I am Austin Freakin’ Aries.”
The usual smug look was back as Austin sat there laughing at the three men TCW offered him on the plate. It was almost as if he was guaranteeing his place on the TCW roster now.
“You might as well just hand me that TCW contract right now. This is an insult to me putting me in the ring with Drew McIntyre, Roman Reigns and Kevin Steen. Three men that are not fit to lick the mud of my boots. Double A will take his rightful place soon enough as the king of Total Championship Wrestling. You can cash that cheque straight to your bank!”
Kevin Steen one of Austin Aries’ opponents tonight is no stranger to Double A. Kevin Steen’s career is similar to that of Aries’ he is a former ROH World Champion, he dominated the independents for years before finally being snatched up by a major league. The only difference is Austin Aries is the best damn athlete that TCW has to offer.
“Kevin Steen, you always say you will ‘kill’ your opponents tonight bring your best as you are facing the greatest man that has ever lived, a man who has had your number on countless occasions, Austin Aries. Kevin you cannot defeat me this is my company, this is my contract, and this will be my year, the year of Aries!”
The other two men Drew McIntyre and Roman Reigns, Austin Aries has never heard for and did not care for much he knew that they were just stepping stones on his way to glory.
“Drew McIntyre and Roman Reigns? Two rejects! One in a band the other looks like a security guard for a children’s department store. Whoever it is I have to beat it doesn’t matter if its Roman Reigns, Drew McIntyre, Kevin Steen or The Brooklyn Brawler no one can stop me from earning this contract and starting my journey towards the TCW World Championship”
Austin tells the camera man to get out of his locker room and leave him to it. The greatest man on the planet has guaranteed he will be on the TCW roster come the end of Warzone and it’s hard to argue with success and Aries is a success.
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Evolution Just Passed You By!
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Feb 12, 13 at 10:18am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
“There is No Place Like Nebraska”
At the conclusion of the Antonio Cesaro promo, TCW cameras return to ringside where Michael Cole, Tazz, and Booker T are still mulling around the words behemoth from Switzerland. The fans behind them immediately realize they’re on live TV, and begin taunting behind the three broadcasters; holding up finger gestures and pointing to the shirts of their favorite superstars. They might want to think about adding some extra distance between the broadcast booth and the guard rail in the future.
Cole:Well, those are certainly some strong words from Antonio Cesaro.
Tazz: Yeah I wouldn’t want to face him tonight, with the mood he’s in.
Cole: Antonio Cesaro will be in action later tonight, here in Omaha, Nebraska, but also competing tonight will be the Rock as he takes on Mr. Kennedy in singles action.
Booker: Man, I tell you what, I saw the Rock earlier tonight, and he is one pissed off dude!
The TCW Rewind feed immediately cuts back to Last Warzone, where the footage of Heath Slater pulling the Rock’s trunks to win is shown. The fans react negatively to the feed on the titan tron as the commentators talk over it.
Cole: Here again you see the Brahma Bull Rope Match, and Heath Slater pulling the Trunks of the Rock to pick up the win.
Tazz: Credit to Slater for doing what he had to do to win, but the way he’s been celebrating, you’d think he’s won the TCW Title.
The feed cuts back to the commentators as the footage ends with Slater celebrating up the ramp.
Cole: As we said, The Rock will be in action tonight against Mr. Kennedy, but earlier today, the Rock spent sometime a little ways down the road in Lincoln, Nebraska at Memorial Stadium, the home of the Nebraska Cornhuskers.
The three broadcasters all smile and look at the camera as the screen cuts to the taped segment.
The screen immediately cuts to the image of the Rock outside the North Side of Memorial Stadium in Lincoln, Nebraska. Wearing a black pair of sunglasses and one of his signature “Five Hundred” dollar shirts, he stands next to the statue of Legendary Nebraska Coach Tom Osborne and Brook Berringer. The sold out Century Link Center in Downtown, Omaha immediately gives an enormous pop as the Great One is viewed from below the stairwell.
Rock:Finally…THE ROCK. HAS COME BACK to Nebraskaaaa…Later tonight, the Rock is gonna do what he does best, and that’s kick Mr. Kennedy’s ass all over Omaha! [pop] But first…The Rock wanted to come down to Memorial Stadium, the home of…the Cornhuskers.
As the fans cheer loudly again, chants of “Rocky” are overtaken by the iconic chant “Go Big Red” whilst the camera zooms in on the Rock’s upper body.
Rock: You see the Rock has great respect for the University of Nebraska. The Rock, when he was at the University of Miami, had many great games with the Huskers. The Rock did it alllll at Miami. In 1991, The Rock helped the Hurricanes beat Nebraska and become national…champions.
This obviously draws a lot of heat from the crowd; the Rock knows the storied history and heartbreak the Huskers had often experienced at the hands of his alma mater.
Rock: But the Rock was also there 3 years later, when in the Rock’s final game at the University of Miami, the University of Nebraska went ONE ON ONE with the Great One! And the Great One…lost.
The Rock readjusts his upper body as the Camera zooms in even more. The fans back in Omaha continue to cheer as memories of the greatest game in Nebraska history come flooding back.
Rock:So you see, the Rock has great respect for Nebraska. Like the Rock, Nebraska is loved…by the people! Like the Rock, Nebraska has a tradition of winning…championships. The Rock respects the Nebraska Cornhuskers…which is more than the Rock can say about two god-for-saken jabronis, and they go by the names of Mr. Kennedy and Heath Slater!
The mere mention of these two villains names draws the ire and boos of the 18,000 fans in the Century Link Center. The face of the Great One says it all. The veins in his neck stick out, his eyebrow raises, and his teeth grit.
Rock: Heath Slater. The Rock has to give you a lot of credit. You have managed to do, what only a handful of men have done in the history of this business, and that is impress the Rock. So congratulations Heath…for being the SINGLE BIGGEST piece of Trailer Park Trash, THE ROCK HAS EVER SEEN! You pull the Rock’s trunks to win, and then like the classes bitch you are, celebrate like you’ve won it all? Well the Rock says this. Save your celebrations Jabroni, because the Rock is going to give you the ass whooping of a lifetime! But first, the Rock must deal with Mr…Kennedy…
The cheers for the rock turn to boos again at the mention of Kennedy’s name. Earlier tonight he came out and insulted this crowd heavily, and to make matters worse, he put the hands on the Rock in last week’s match with John Cena.
Rock: Mr. Kennedy, you come out week after week and run your mouth. You bitch, and moan, and piss to everyone about being disrespected. “oooh, I’m the television champion. Nobody likes me. I can’t get a woman so I’m a compulsive masturbator, nobody likes me!” Well the Rock says this: maybe the people would like you a little more if you didn’t utterly, completely, and TOTALLY SUCK! The Rock IS the people’s champion, he IS the most electrifying man in sports entertainment today, and the Rock doesn’t give a damn if he has to go through you, Heath Slater, IT DOESN’T MATTER! Kennedy, you put your hands on the Great One last week, and in doing so made this personal. Make no mistake about it Jabroni, by the end of the night, you will Smell, what the Rock…is…cookin!
The fans back at home audibly echo the Rock’s catchphrase as the screen fades to black. The last thing anyone sees before a commercial break is a close up of the Rock’s face with his nostrils flared, and his sunglasses piercing right through the camera lens.
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Feb 12, 13 at 2:15pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Winds of Change (Spinning Side Slam) l Wasteland (Forwards Fireman's Carry Slam) l Bullhammer (Arm wrench transitioned into a short-arm forearm smash)
He could feel the heat. The raging inferno twisting and turning within. All forms of his virtues had fled, fear of being fed to the thrashing flame conquering reason. The embodiment of wrath was lashing out against the walls of its container. It hurt him to keep it locked away, the aching pain in his chest as it tried to break out. His blood was boiling, the rage flowing through it. Wade was angry.
But...he wasn't angry at Santino. No, he respected Santino for finally opening his eyes to the truth. He wasn't angry at Antonio Cesaro.....everything Cesaro did last week was something Wade would've done just as easily, the sight of pain brought a twisted smile of pleasure to his mouth. Some of his anger was at Brian Kendrick, yes......but most of his anger was directed at himself. Wade had failed himself, and that pissed him off.
He hadn't trusted Santino at all last week, but he still had set himself up for betrayal. He wasn't able to stop Cesaro from gaining the upperhand. And worst of all.....he had drawn the pity of Brian Kendrick. That.....that is what drew the true ire out of Wade. To be pitied by others.....it made him feel weak. It made Wade feel like he was once again one of the bottom feeders of the abyss, crawling and scraping for every meal. He could feel his veins popping out of his forehead.
Pity was not something Wade ever acknowledged......he saw it solely as a form of weakness. To take pity on someone meant to expose yourself. To have someone take pity on you, not because you acted them into it, but to truly take pity on you.....it meant you had failed yourself. Wade was fine with stumbling along his path, with the loss of a few battles.....but this felt like he had lost a whole war. It left a bad taste in his mouth, it pained him to know he had failed this much.
Santino spoke of a phoenix, spoke of a revival starting now for him. Wade had thought he had risen from the ashes himself when he started the Barrett Barrage. Maybe he had. But now.....Wade wasn't on the path of revival, of renewal. Wade was falling, down back into the abyss, its looming shadow creeping ever forward, the thought of it inching to the front of his mind. He didn't scare easily, but that place.....Wade was frightened of a third trip into the abyss. He had survived the first time as he had grown through it....but when he had become weak, the second trip almost killed him. Now, Wade was left wondering what the third could do to him. Maybe it was what Barrett needed, maybe he needed to plunge back into the funnel of greed, of wrath, of every vice known to men. But....it could be the final nail in the coffin and be the end to him. It was a risk that Wade had to confront.....if let himself fall back into the abyss, whether if was of his own intention or not, it could easily be his end. But it could be the final rebirth, back from the brink once more, stronger......
The anger pulled at his soul, making Wade's chest ache. The pain was there right ot his very core, the wrath swirling throughout his body. No. Wade thought to himself that word over and over again. No. No, he didn't need to go back. An excuse in a time of desperation. That was all the suggestion ever was. Wade....he didn't need to go to a brink to get the power he needed. He had it within him. Now it was time to use it. The color red is that which incites the wrath of man easier than all else in existence. Red was all Wade wanted to see now. The truth would come, that much was certain. But now the method it would have to come was clear. Through pain, through anger, through wrath. Accepting, if only just that one vice, was the solution to Wade's search for a way. He would bathe the world a scarlet red. He would let the world see blood, his, others, all who stood before him, he would let the world see blood. That would fuel his crusade now....and incite the anger within others. The flame of rage within Wade was what first allowed him to see clearly, and now it lets Santino see the way....the flame needed to be fed. Wade would feed it. His blood, Santino's blood, Brian Kendrick's blood....he didn't care. He just wanted to see the world set ablaze with that flame of wrath and the truth being illuminated by that inferno.
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Feb 12, 13 at 2:17pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Antonio Cesaro and Aksana – TCW’s power couple. Their actions are indescribable. Their reputation - uncomparable. Their appearance as one – beautiful.
Even alone, Aksana was gorgeous. Her skin is unflawed, her eyes are angelic. And alone is the perfect way to describe the breathtaking diva on this fine evening. She stands in her dressing room, looking hard into the mirror, focusing hard on applying her makeup perfectly. Suddenly, there was a man behind her, she felt his presence, and figured that it must be Antonio Cesaro. Who else would approach her in her own dressing room? She leaned back on him, smiling, but soon realized that it wasn’t her lover. She turned around with a gasp, and found herself staring at Cody Rhodes.
But Cody Rhodes would only smile. He ran his hand down his cheek, making sure his jaw muscles were set for enunciating his flowing voice into words. He began, speaking slowly and soothingly.
A smile made its way onto the face of Rhodes. Depending on the matter of perception, Aksana would have been either repulsed or allured. She furrowed her brow, which incited a chuckle out of Rhodes.
He took her by the hand, a simple show of chivalry, and kissed her fingers. She blushed, but her expression soon changed. Her eyes were now cast over Cody Rhodes’ shoulder, staring at her lover, who looked absolutely irate, Antonio Cesaro.
Cody Rhodes let Aksana’s hand drop, and she pulled it away as if he’d dropped her hands on hot coals. Rhodes now spun around to Cesaro.
He froze for a second, as his eyes gazed over Cesaro’s face. Admittedly, Cesaro was quite a looker, as evidenced by the beautiful trophy he carried on his arm.
Rhodes reached over and grabbed the hand of Antonio Cesaro, and pulled him close in a handshake, before reaching for Aksana’s hand and holding the both of their hands.
Rhodes drops the two of their hands, before walking right back out of the room, leaving them confused.
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Feb 12, 13 at 2:18pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Rolling Black Out (Rolling DDT Guillotine) | Death by Judo (T-Bone Tazplex)
The camera fades into the face of Matt Striker as he stands in a corridor in the back of the arena. Striker stands with a microphone in hand and brings it up to his lips to introduce us to his guest, whom is off camera at this time.
Striker: Ladies and gentlemen please welcome as my guest, Santino Marella.
The chorus of boos flows throughout the arena so furiously that the walls began to shake. Santino seems unfazed by this and just stands with a smirk on his face. He’s still wearing the same black shirt that he wore to the ring earlier in the evening, but is now wearing wrestling trunks and boots. Striker lets the boos level off a bit before beginning his interview with Marella.
Striker: Santino a lot of people are wondering why the sudden change of heart and what really caused this complete change in character for you.
Santino: Matt did you not listen to what I had to say earlier? Are you disrespecting me the same way these fans and the boys have my entire career?
Striker: I mean no disrespect Santino, but a lot of people are wondering if what you said earlier is the true reason behind this change.
Santino: Let me make something extremely clear to you Matt. I have a black belt in Judo. I have one of the highest honors you can receive in Judo and yet I was marching around playing an imaginary trumpet and with sock puppets instead of what I was set on this earth to do and that’s to hurt people. I’m tired of being the punching bag and the stepping stones to everyone. You think that this company has big plans for me? Do you think TCW wants Santino to be their champion?
Striker: I uh…
Santino: Shut up, it was rhetorical. The answer is no Matt. I only got that Television Title shot because the person they wanted in that spot got injured and I happened to be in the right place at the right time. I fought my ass off to win that match much to the chagrin of the higher ups. My punishment for defying the odds was to not be put on television. They tried to get people to forget about me and they tried to get me out of the ring as much as possible to make sure I wouldn’t be ready for their impromptu match against Kennedy at the Pay-Per-View. It worked, I wasn’t ready. I wasn’t expecting to have a match and to be honest I didn’t really care either. I left that night with one thing on my mind and that was to just keep on walking and never come back to the god forsaken company.
Santino takes his glasses off and hangs them onto his shirt and looks directly at Matt Striker.
Santino: But I refused to turn into another Matt Striker, or Josh Mathews. Someone with talent that the company didn’t think fit their image and just threw away and made them a worthless backstage interviewer. I refused to be like you Matt. I have taken it upon myself to change the course of my career and no longer will I pander to these people and pretend to play a trumpet. I will walk into that ring tonight and destroy Wade Barrett and continue my way up the ladder until I get what I rightfully deserve.
Striker: What’s that Santino?
Santino: I’m putting everyone on notice. I’m going for the World Title and if anyone gets in my way I will break you. To steal a phrase from someone I used to respect and used to admire… Beat me if you can, survive if I let you.
Santino pushes passed striker and continues on his way. Striker seems a bit confused and at ring side Taz can be seen with his head in his hands a bit disappointed by what Santino just said about him. Cameras then fade to commercial.
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We Got Trouble
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Feb 12, 13 at 3:15pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
The One Man Band
Not long before he is scheduled to face John Cena in a match, Heath Slater walks down to the ring, showing even more enthusiasm than he normally shows. He is in high spirits after his victory against the Rock last week. The people think of that match as a mistake, a fluke or a travesty. The Rock had victory in the palm of his hand, before Slater managed to sneak the win with a quick roll-up. Slater wastes no time as he picks up a microphone and shout into it loudly, not even waiting for the loud jeers coming from the crowd to fade.
Slater laughs wildly as the crowd react to Slater with distaste. Slater is shouting the words that, up until last week, would have seemed ridiculous.
Slater seems to be enjoying every moments of this. As he repeats the simple words, "I beat the Rock" over and over again, he becomes more and more excited. The crowd in Omaha, on the other hand, seems to be impatiently waiting for Slater to finish his speech and leave.
The crowd does not seem to be convinced by Slater's speech at all. The fans simply see him as an imbecile who happened to gain one lucky win and is now acting as if he won a match of the ages. Slater seems to be ignorant of the fans' ever-growing hatred of him. He simply smiles and continues speaking.
The crowd is silent. Slater is actually speaking with a serious tone of voice, which is a change from his usual fake rock star routine.
After making his speech, Slater throws the microphone onto the mat. He climbs up the turnbuckle and raises his arms above his head, celebrating last week's victory. Considering the size of Heath Slater's mouth, it can be assumed that his victory against the Rock will be bragged about for years to come.
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Feb 12, 13 at 3:57pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
"Austin Aries, Drew McIntyre, Kevin Steen..."
The voice that speaks is a commanding one, and despite only speaking three names there is a domineering effect to it.
"I want you all to know that tonight is nothing personal."
The camera is at ground level, merely staring at the black boots of the speaker.
"When I snap each of you like wishbones and leaving you wondering how horrible the rest of your life, wheelchair bound and unable to cough with flinching in agony, don't see it some sick form of torture."
The man leans down and collects the camera, staring into it and revealing his identity: Roman Reigns. His dark eyes bare an aggressive stare, one which leave you unable to look away from them, not in any sort of hypnotic or magical way but in a way of a paralysing fear. Silence fills the promo and allows his words to sink in, they are no idle threat, he means what he says about destroying the men.
"You see, people no longer believe in the Gods. People no longer believe in the monsters. You see originally there was Zeus and he was all powerful, there was Ares and he was the God of War, there was Thor who ruled the sky and thunder - but people stopped believing in those things, they are merely mythological to us now."
Roman sets the camera down on a bench or tripod or some other object we are unable to see and then takes a few steps back, seating himself upon a steel chair in some unrecognisable location.
"And then recently people to believe in monsters. They saw The Undertaker and the dead man left them scared, because you can't kill what's already dead. And there was Kane, masked and playing with fire I can understand the fear. But it wasn't just the paranormal that scared people, there was Andre The Giant but Hulk Hogan destroyed him, there was The Big Show but he lost his impact. We've already had Goldberg so why should we fear Ryback? The list goes on."
Roman stands up once more and strides towards the camera, picking it up and looking into again.
"But now I'm here. Now there is something to be afraid of again. I'm not dead, I don't play with fire and I'm not even seven foot tall - but I will inflict pain. There is no end goal. I am doing this to earn respect or to enact revenge on someoe - I do this because I want to. I do this because I can. "
"So Kevin, Austin, Drew - know that this was not my choice. I didn't handpick you as opponents. Destroying you men tonight is not because of some petty personal vendetta. But just know that when I do get in the ring tonight and make an example of you - and I will make an example of you - you aren't the first people I have done this sort of thing to and you most certainly will not be the last, it's just all in good fun."
Reigns' nostrils flare and his eyebrows furrow and form a frightening image, but only for a split second, because he half grins and seems ready to erupt into a laugh, not a laugh to show that the words he said were sarcasm or a joke, but a laugh because he knows he can laugh and nobody can stop him, before he shuts the camerea off and the screen goes back to blackness.
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Feb 12, 13 at 4:16pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
The weekly pyros light up, as Total Championship Wrestling takes over the broadcast! The camera swivels around to view the screaming crowd in attendance, before swiveling to show Michael Cole, Taz, and Booker T, TCW's commentary team.
Cole: Hello everyone! And welcome to Tuesday Night Warzone! I'm Michael Cole, here with Taz and the man of many Faves, Booker T!
Taz: Yeah! Tonight, we've got one hell of a great show! Our TCW Champion is in action!
Booker T: But Kendrick isn't just going up against anyone, he's up against dat monster Ryback!
Cole: And don't forget the deciding factor, Paul Heyman!
Booker T I think if Heyman tries to pull something, Kendrick kicks his teeth in!
Taz: Alright, lets get to our first match! A fatal four way, for a TCW contract!
After a deep rumble took over the arena for a brief moment, the dull roar was interrupted by…
The guitar picked up with a powerful riff, and began it’s slow, drawn out strumming. The song gave off a shattered, murky tone, which Rhodes found quite suiting for himself. That is the imagery one expected to perceive within the mind of Cody Rhodes. A cloudy haze, filling a shadowed realm filled of nothing but shattered mirrors. Perhaps that was the reason Rhodes was always smiling – Everyone perceived his mind as dark and clouded. But it was evident that there was so much more to this young man.
Rhodes struts out from under the terrace of the arena entrance, before stopping to look over the crowd. A few times, he visibly winces to exclaim his disgust at the horrendous looking freaks in attendance. Rhodes continues his powerful stride to the ring, leaping onto the apron to enter into the ring. Lillian Garcia winces as he turns to face him, and he winks at her. He simply raises his hand, ushering for the microphone. He takes it, and she gingerly steps out of the ring, looking perhaps flustered for reasons unknown…
Rhodes put the microphone inches from his mouth, smiling.
Cody Rhodes: “Last week, Vincent McMahon gave me a Total Championship Wrestling contract. What some of you don’t understand, is that Cody Rhodes is a hot commodity. Sure, I took out some of the top stars, but I still got a job. I still am getting paid for what I did. And that’s the definition of a hot commodity – someone you want in your business no matter the price, because they’re worth it. And, ladies and boys, I’m worth it.”
The crowd boos their disagreement. Here’s Cody Rhodes, standing there telling them all that he’s being paid to injure their heroes. That he’s wanted in the company that they paid good money to see! If anyone could see the irony in that, it was Cody Rhodes.
Cody Rhodes: “Last week, Mr. McMahon handed my fate over to the People’s Champ - no matter how hideous the people tend to be – The Rock. And what The Rock did was cast me into a Hell in A Cell with three ingrates that have no knowledge of what it means to be a superstar. Dolph Ziggler, Daniel Bryan, and the masked fool have no idea that there’s more to being inside this ring than just being a good technical wrestler. You have to have the look to go with it, and the charisma to make people give a damn! That’s what makes me the best damn wrestler in this business. The CM Punk’s, the John Cena’s, The Rock’s, the Ric Flair’s, they will pale in comparison to Cody Rhodes!”
Rhodes had been interrupted by Vince McMahon for the second week in a row! Vince strutted out onto the apron and stared down at Rhodes.
Vince McMahon: “ Now listen here, damn it! I gave you a contract for one reason, and one reason only – To punish your ungrateful little ass! Now, last week, I gave control over your booking to The Rock, and he put you in a match that should have annihilated you. But you made it, and quite frankly, you surprised the hell out of me! Here’s what I’m gonna do. I’m appointing an interim GM, as of this moment. And you are to listen and obey this GM. Any funny business? You’re fired! Any contact with this man? You’re fired! Do you understand!? Well, then, without further ado!”
With that, Vince McMahon strutted backstage, and the arena was silenced, except for Rhodes yelling into the microphone.
Cody Rhodes: “This isn’t fair! What the hell is this? I demand to speak to my lawyer! Nowhere in my contract did it say that I was obliged to endure this corporate torture!”
But he was cut off.
The arena exploded as Ric Flair’s music was played over the loudspeaker! The crowd were chanting loudly for the Nature Boy, waiting for him to make his long awaited return… And there he was! Ric Flair walked out onto the ramp using his cane, and smiling and waving to those in attendance. Flair already had a microphone in hand. His words rushed out quickly as he began to berate Rhodes.
Ric Flair: “Wooo! It’s good to be back here and see all of you! Wooo! Except for you, Cody! Of course, don’t think I’ve forgotten the pain I’ve endured! The humiliation I’ve received! Oh, no no! Every waking second, I’ve had to think about the dirty little game you played! I’ve faced heartbreak since you dismantled my friend Alex Riley! And I’m not about to sit here another –Hey, Rhodes, you shut your damn mouth in there kid! I have every right to fire you whenever the hell I want, so you better shut the hell up! – I’m not about to sit here another second and think about what you did to me! No sir! Ric Flair is back, WOOO! And Cody Rhodes, by the end of this month, you’re going to pay for every second of pain I was in! And you can believe that! Wooo!”
Ric Flair’s music came back on just as he said that last “Wooo!” He turned and did his patented walk up the ramp, and back to his new GM office, as Cody Rhodes stomped out of the ring! What a start to WarZone!
Winner receives a Total Championship Wrestling contract!
Taz: He did it! He's won a contract here in TCW!
Booker T: I'd like to personally induct him into my Fave Five!
Cole: Guys, he's only won one match! Plus, any of those guys could get offered a contract at any point! That was that good of a match.
Booker T: And next, my man The Rock gets to get back at dat Mister Kennedy for his actions last week! I can't wait!
Daniel Bryan is shown backstage with Todd Grisham waiting for an interview. Todd Grisham picks up the microphone and puts it in Daniel Bryan's face. Daniel Bryan grabs the microphone from Todd Grisham's hand and the crowd cheers. Daniel Bryan takes a deep breath and begins to speak.
Daniel Bryan: I know I said somethings about Cody Rhodes tonight but I want to evaluate on that. I have beaten Cody Rhodes many times in other promotions. But in TCW, he seems more aggressive and for once cares less about his looks. You all saw what he did in the Cell.......thats why tonight I need to put a stop to him. And thats why my team is going to be victorious tonight.
Daniel Bryan drops the microphone and walks out.
The Rock vs. Mr. Kennedy
Taz: Man! That was quick!
Cole: You're telling me! Booker's speechless!
Taz: Well, we can live without a Fave Five reference for a break! Time for our next match! An elimination six man tag team match! It's gonna be epic!
Antonio Cesaro & Cody Rhodes & Dolph Ziggler vs. El Generico & Daniel Bryan & Rob Van Dam
6-Man Elimination Tag Team Match
Cole: What an explosive tag team match!
Taz: You alright over there Booker?
Booker T: Man, I'm doin' great! I got to watch one hell of a match! Dis is the best job in the world! I can dig it!
Taz: Glad to hear you enjoyed yourself, partner! So, next up, Heath Slater might just be in a situation that he can't weasel his way out of!
Cole: Are you kidding me? He's up against John Cena! When was the last time Cena won a match?
John Cena vs. Heath Slater
Booker T: See there, Cole! Slater needed to pull a fast one!
Cole: What are you talkin' about? Slater won fair and square!
Taz: Don't even play that card, or I'll wring your neck!
Cole: *Laughs nervously* You wouldn't.
Booker T Awww now THAT was crazy! Let's tune in for this next match! Wade Barrett has a score to settle with Santino after his actions last week!
Wade Barrett vs. Santino Marella
Cole: And he's done it!
Taz: That was a brutal match! You can never guess what'll happen on a night like tonight!
Booker T: You're right! There's no telling what will happen on WarZone!
Taz: And, ladies and gentlemen, next, you'll get to see a colossal main event!
Cole: That's right, Ryback is going against the TCW World Champion! And that match is next!
The Brian Kendrick vs. Ryback w/ Paul Heyman
Cole: What the hell!?
Taz: Dean Ambrose! Last time we saw him, he damn near killed Jeff Hardy!
Booker T: That sucka's crazy, let me tell you!
Taz: And it looks like he's made a target of Kendrick! That's gotta be bad news for our champion!
Cole:That looks like that'll be all the time we have! Thanks for watching!
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Feb 16, 13 at 4:49pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
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The arena is silently still as the crowd prepare for another night of action. There is a lull in the cheers of the people as they await to see what will happen next in the world of TCW. Another Cody Rhodes and Ric Flair encounter, or perhaps Dean Ambrose will explain his actions? Before either of those things can happened however, the voice of Taz from last week is boomed out through the speakers - "Roman Reigns has arrived!" - and then Roman Reign's entrance music fills the arena. Wearing combat jeans, boots and an armoured vest - all jet black - Reigns emerges onto the stage and makes his way towards the ring. While he has not said anything dismissive to the audience since his debut just last week, the fans show their disdain for Reigns, who from his walk alone gives off an air of superiority. He does not look down on the people from a superficial, snobby or social standpoint, but moreso he simply knows he is more capable than any of them...and they know it too. Climbing into the ring, Reigns seizes the microphone from the announcer and looks at the ground.
Roman Reigns: Ladies, gentlemen - if you could divert your attention to the titantron as we pay our respects to the career of Kevin Steen.
Sure enough, images of Kevin Steen appear on the stage, all from last weeks show. Steen making his way to the ring, staring down his opponents at the beginning of last weeks fatal fourway, him throwing a punch, and ending with him laid out in the ring.
Roman Reigns: As you can see, his time in TCW spanned a total of six minutes of ring time.
Reigns now looks up from the ground and stares into the camera, warningly.
Roman Reigns: That's what happens when you compete against Roman Reigns.
The crowd respond unanimously with boos, taking a dislike to Reigns self proclamation that he is the sole reason for Kevin Steen no longer competing in TCW. Standing tall, his shoulders square and broad, his entire frame one capable of destruction, Reigns begins to slowly parade from one side of the ring to the other.
Roman Reigns: Last week I issued a warning that I would cripple my opponents, but each of Kevin Steen, Drew McIntyre and...Austin Aries I believe his name is? Each of those men still found the courage, or perhaps stupidity, within themselves to make their way to the ring. And so I cannot be held liable that Kevin Steen's wife will have to devote her life to supporting her unemployment husband, or that his children will grow up knowing that their father has been emasculated, that he is merely a pretender. That is if he has a wife and children, if not it will make the entire thing easier and he can spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair alone until the day he dies - it makes no difference to me.
The crowd again shown their dislike for Reigns’ monologue. Steen may not have made much of an impact on them but the idea of him dying is unnecessary and not something they want to hear. Reigns seems entirely unphased by the situation and even shrugs his shoulders in a fully serious ‘I don’t care if that upsets you’ way.
Roman Reigns: I would like to clear my name and point out that it was never my intention to retire anybody last week. I stepped in the ring with the intention of demolishing everyone within it, which I did, but my plan was never to leave anyone unable to compete. Infact, I would like to congratulate Drew and Austin on coming out able and and willing time to compete against whomever they face. They did something many would find impossible.
Reigns begins to clap his hands quietly but it screams sarcasm and cockiness to everyone in the arena, who do not join in. Swiftly moving on, Reigns raises the microphone to his mouth once again and stands ring centre, staring into the camera.
Roman Reigns: But now for the real reason I am here...
Roman pushes his hair back , adjusts his vest and begins to speak once again. While he is speaking to the TCW Universe, a broad selection of millions of people, he somehow also appears to be also speaking directly.
Roman Reigns: I am here to make it clear that I do not have a wish list. I do not have an end goal. I am not holding the board of directors hostage, I am not a terrorist, I am not tearing through people so I can become World Champion or to get a higher salary or to promote a message. I am here merely because I like beating people up. Tonight that person will be Rob Van Dam merely because he was the name chosen. If Rob Van Dam pulls out of the fight and someone else replaces him, that will not upset me. There is no personal vendetta I hold against Rob Van Dam. All I know is that he will step in the ring with me tonight and try to prove I am not the most destructive force in the world... and he will pay for that. Next week I will face someone else for the same reason and I will do the same thing to them as I did Kevin Steen. And this will continue until I get bored of doing it.
The boos no longer exist, there is no vibes or arrogance or trash talk from Roman Reigns, but rather cold facts. Irrefutable truth. The crowd seem incapable of disagreeing, merely fearing the words coming from Reigns mouth because...well, because they they are true. With his dangerous stare, he looks into the camera again.
Roman Reigns: I am on an Apache warpath through the human race. I am Roman Reigns. I am the the killer and the ruler.
With that the crowd descend into a silence and the sound of the microphone hitting the ground booms around the arena as Reigns drops it and heads out of the ring as his music plays once again.
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Feb 16, 13 at 5:24pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Backstage at Warzone we see Josh Mathews standing in a dark room wearing a grey suit with a white shirt and pink tie combination. The only light in the room comes from a single spotlight which he stands underneath. Josh looks nervous as he awaits his next interviewee. In the background we hear a laugh, not a happy laugh, but an evil cackle. Drew Mcintyre steps out from the shadows. He is wearing a long sleeveless jacket. His face now serious. His upper lip curled as he looks at Josh Mathews with utter disgust.
Josh: Drew thank you for agreeing to talk to us, I just want to ask you....
Drew raises his right hand stoping josh in mid sentence. He grabs the mic from his hands and slaps him hard on the back of the head.
Drew: Don't you dare speak unless The Chosen One addresses you first! You want to ask me about my tag match tonight, you want to know my thoughts on my tag match with Cena and Bryan? You want to know if myself and Austin Aries can work together?
Drew looks up and takes a deep breath, asif mulling over his own questions. He sighs.
Drew: Daniel, John. You two are loved and adored by the TCW universe. Every arena, every airport, every God damn place we go people que for hours to see you! To get an autograph or get a picture with their 'hero.' Where's Drew Mcintyres fans? Where's my merchandise to sign. Josh, You would like a signed Drew Mcintyre tshirt? WOULDN'T YOU?!
Josh Mathews looks abit taken a back by this statement. He looks to his shoes and with a crackly voice declines Drew's offer
Josh: Erm, no.....thanks though.
Drew started to breathe a little heavier. His palms started sweating. He could feel the rage, the anger building. He couldn't take it anymore.
He grabs Josh by his suit jacket and throws him against the wall before assaulting him with four vicious headbutts to the bridge of the nose. A loud crack echoes the room as Mathews nose is visibly broken.
Drew stands up and grabs the camera.
LOOK JOHN! LOOK DANIEL! YOU THINK YOUR ACTIONS HAVE NO REPERCUSSIONS! YOU THINK YOU CAN HOG ALL THE GLORY WHILE PEOPLE LIKE ME ARE HELD BACK! YOU MADE ME DO THIS, HIS BLOOD IS ON YOUR HANDS BOYS. NOT......MINE
Drew sets the camera down infront of him and slides back first down the wall sitting next to where Josh Mathews was lying. He crosses his legs and slowly but firmly hits the back of his head against the wall.
He closes his eyes and whispers softly.
Sinister, sinister, sinister. That's what I am. I cannot be helped. Nor can I be stopped. I pray that God has mercy on your souls. For I.......I will not. All I predict is pain. I all imagine is hurt. All I will cause......destruction
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Feb 17, 13 at 1:51pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
The Brian Kendrick
World Heavyweight Champion
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Dean Ambrose. A brave, brave little man. Not only did he make an extremely powerful enemy by setting foot in my arena and violently assaulting me, but causing the monster that s known as Ryback to lose his match, costing him the opportunity to get his hands fully on the man who he believed turned his back on him and his lapdog, Paul Heyman? That’s practically suicide. I can let things go in the immediate instant, because I know that time and care are extremely important when it comes to perfecting the art of revenge, but believe me... I will be getting my revenge. It might not be immediate, and it might not even be obvious. But Dean Ambrose will know exactly what has happened to him, and exactly who did it. See, I prefer to work in subtleties. I don’t intend to get caught. Because I don’t intend to just turn up out of the blue during one of his matches like he did to me and kicking the shit out of him... Oh no, there’s a whole other level to what I plan to do to that man. Something he couldn’t even comprehend doing to somebody else because it takes intelligence, guile, wits. When he got involved with what was a deeply personal issue between me and Ryback, he stepped into a minefield of emotion, broken friendships, broken trust barriers. He hasn’t just got me on his tail, he has Ryback too. All Ryback’s got on his mind is breaking a few bones; I have something a hell of a lot more serious in mind.
“Brian, you ok over there? You’ve been sat in dead silence for the last ten minutes...”
I can’t help but blink a few times at pace to try and regain sense of where I am. I glance over at the muscular man calling over to me, and nod, forcing a smile in his direction so as to appease him. As he looks away I continue to look across at him, my forced smile melting away and being replaced by something more truthful. I know what he wants from me, and it’s the same thing everybody else here wants. My TCW Championship. Ever since this gold plated, seventeen kilogram title belt found it’s way around my waist, people began to look at me differently. Ambrose aside obviously, because he’s a complete psychopath. He’s always given me the creeps when he looks at me. I guess you could say, it takes one to know one. I automatically release a small chuckle from within my lungs, before looking around the room to ensure nobody registered the random laughter coming from the friendly, polite and talented Main Event of Total Championship Wrestling. If there’s one thing I’ve learned in this business, the only person you can really rely on is yourself. So I’m going to fully rely on myself to absolutely and completely *bleep* with Dean Ambrose. To do that, I’ll have to sink to his level, depths of psychoanalysis I never thought I was even close to being capable of are gonna have to be used. But if getting to the depths of my own mind help me get inside of his, that’s what I’m going to do. It’s about time people realized that Brian Kendrick won’t be walked all over, Ryback or no Ryback on his side. Look out Dean Ambrose. I’m coming for you.
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Feb 18, 13 at 10:37am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
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The scene opens on the sight of Ryback, glaring intensely down the camera lens in the backstage interview area. His bald head glistens as the bright studio lighting reflects off of the sweat dripping from his pores, and his eyes narrow as he stares out into the living room of several million households. Slowly, the camera begins to zoom out, and we see that beside him stands his manager, Paul Heyman. With his trademark baseball cap covering his ponytailed, greasy hair, he looks ahead into the camera with distaste at everybody who is watching. He lets out a deep sigh as he slowly turns to look at Ryback who continues to stare forwards, before rearranging his tie and smirking as he returns his gaze to the camera. Heyman brushes his hand across his forehead, wiping away his own sweat, before finally opening his mouth to speak.
Heyman pauses, before glancing over at Ryback who is clearly absolutely seething at Ambrose, his teeth clenching together and his eyes narrowing as his eyebrow crinkles in frustration. Ryback lets out a deep sigh and Heyman smirks, before facing the camera directly once again with his teeth on show, and allowing his familiar Jewish/New York drawl to break free from within it’s humanoid prison.
Heyman rolls his tongue around the inside his mouth as he thoughtfully looks away from the camera, trying to decipher where he plans on taking his tirade next. Again he wipes the sweat away from his brow as Ryback continues to frown down the camera lens, breathing heavily and snorting occasionally. Heyman breaths heavily a couple of times before speaking once again.
With a smirk, Heyman nods, and the camera slowly fades to black on the image of the duo staring down the lens.
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Feb 18, 13 at 4:28pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Mr. Kennedy Talks About The Rock
The shot fades in on Mr. Kennedy sitting down with Josh Matthews for what appears to be an interview. The lights above them make Matthews's face much brighter than the dark and brooding face of Kennedy. Josh Matthews looks directly into the camera to begin the interview.
"Good evening TCW! My name is-"
"Just stop there."
Immediately Kennedy holds his arm out to cut off the interviewer, not even letting him do an intro. Matthews's view shoots over to Kennedy and he loses any confidence he had going into this exchange.
"Nobody here in this arena, watching at home, or even the cameramen give a damn who you are. They all care about m, MIIISTEEEER KEEENEDDDYYYY! Not...you. So just ask your questions so I can explain myself."
"Okay then. Last week, you're match with The Rock ended as quickly as it began. Any comment on the match?"
"In my match last week, Rock (yeah, not 'The' Rock just like Kendrick is not 'The' Brian Kendrick) viciously assaulted me while I had my back turned and was unaware that the match had started. While I thought we still had a few seconds before the fight, what I thought was some idiot of the thousands of idiots in the stands making a ruckus was actually the bell being sounded. Now, I was not aware that the match had 'officially' started. Not caring about my safety or well-being, Rock, who some inbred backwards hicks call their hero, cruelly powerbombed me and stole a victory in a match that I did not even know had started. Obviously, he was afraid to wrestle me in a fair fight, so he savagely took his only means of winning and did the dirtiest wrestling move in years."
"That's Mr. Kennedy to you. We're not on good terms Mr. Shut The Hell Up, so that little title is important."
"Well then, Mr. Kennedy, some were say you were just posing and showing off during the match-"
"And those people are full of shit. If you look at that video tape, you can clearly see that I do not hear the bell and therefore, being the performer I am, take the delay the unprofessionals preparing the match caused to give the fans paying my bills a show they should have enjoyed. What then happened was that I was brutally assaulted. An injustice that is not being dealt with and...hold on one moment."
Kennedy pulls his cellular phone, its ringtone being Kennedy's entrance music, out of his pocket. He answers the call and his face lights up when he realizes who is on the other line.
"Oh hey! So, about tonight...yeah...you are in...great, he'll get what he deserves. See you then."
Kennedy puts the phone back in his pocket and gets out of the chair.
"Well now. I have some place I need to be. Make sure everyone pays close attention to the show tonight, because it is gonna hit the fan. You, you should probably take notes. Maybe then your blog will gain some notoriety."
Kennedy walks off screen as the camera pans back to Matthews, who is speechless on what he has just witnessed. Once again he looks directly into the camera.
"Back to you Booker, Cole, and Tazz."
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Feb 18, 13 at 11:39pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Daniel Bryan is backstage standing next to Todd Grisham. It has become a bit of a tradition that Daniel Bryan be interview each week but who cares. Daniel's interviews are always interesting and heartfelt.
Todd Grisham: Ladies and Gentlemen, the sole survivor for his team last week in the 6 man tag match, Daniel Bryan.
Daniel Bryan: Thanks Todd.
Todd Grisham: Are you happy with your efforts from last weeks 6 man tag match. Do you think it was enough to maybe bump you up the rankings a bit even though you didn't win.
Daniel Bryan: My performance was impressive and the match itself was an amazing wrestling match. I hope that might be enough to earn myself maybe a TV title match. But obviously it might not be enough considering I lost.
Todd Grisham: What about Cody Rhodes?
Daniel Bryan: Let's just say I'm done with Cody Rhodes for now. But we might meet a bit later down the track. Hopefully I might be able to get a one on one match with him.
Todd Grisham: Any comments on Drew McIntyre's "words" earlier.
Daniel Bryan: Just because me and Cena care about the fans doesn't mean were losers. We are two of the greatest superstars on the roster. Some fans might not want a Drew McIntyre shirt but they defiantly they want a John Cena and Daniel Bryan shirt. I'm really glad that Drew McIntyre had made himself bleed earlier. I guess that means I have a body part to work on. And everybody knows, you either snap or you tap. So when I lock in the YES! Lock on Drew McIntyre's head. He is screwed and he is going to TAP OUT!
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