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Feb 26, 13 at 11:30am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
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Spoiler:The Arena is suddenly overthrown by a cascade of trumpets and the distinct colors of Red, White, and Blue!
The crowd shoot to their feet, as the trumpets blare out, signifying that the Olympic Gold Medalist, Kurt Angle, was about to appear before them! The top of the entrance ramp way perfectly shadowed to hide the features of the man who graces the stage. He is dressed in what seemed to be an oversized sweatsuit with a hood pulled up. His entire body looks to be drooping downwards, but after 3 of the trumpet signals in the song, there is finally a huge pyro and the figure comes to life! The man lividly begins bouncing around, tossing his hood back, and basking in the red, white, and blue lights! His bald head shining nearly as bright as the Olympic Gold medal around his neck! Kurt Angle is back! He makes his way down the ramp, and the voice of the crowd in attendance chants in rhythm with his song.
"You Suck! You Suck! You Suck! You Suck!"
And then the interlude of the song was met with thousands of cheering fans, livid to finally see the American Hero! Angle steps into the ring, and is immediately handed a microphone by Lillian Garcia, who he politely thanks. He raises the microphone to his mouth, ready to address the fans.
Kurt Angle smiles his big goofy smile, spreads his arms out to his sides and stands on one leg and hops around the ring, looking as dorkish as ever. When he’s finished pandering, he raises the microphone to his lips again.
A huge pop from the crowd!
“Oh baby, Kurt Angle is back! It’s damned true! Last week, I intervened in the main event in order to help out your champion, The Brian Kendrick. I had no intention of being involved in any match, especially not one of that caliber! I mean, come on! An Elimination Chamber? I’ve had my neck surgically repaired, I’ve faced countless broken bones, I’ve… Oh, who am I kidding, I’m gonna kick some ass!
You see, tonight, I’m going to show you all that Kurt Angle deserves to be here in TCW! We’re going up against some real monsters too! But nothing I haven’t beaten before in my life. I’m an Olympic Gold Medalist, it’s true. I can take that lousy Italian, Santino Marella, any day of the week! I’ll take him and toss him right into the trash can, like he did to that cool little sock puppet he always wore. Rest in Peace, you sock puppet. Dean Ambrose and The Ryback are the ones I’m worried about. Not some wanna-be Taz!
Dean Ambrose. You don’t realize how many of my values you go against, do you? Since day one in this company, you’ve tried your hardest to lie, cheat, and steal your way to the top. Don’t you realize you’re an American? Don’t you realize that you could have some sort of integrity? Or do you really believe you’re the Joker from the Batmen comic? *The crowd laughs at Kurt Angle’s mistake.* It’s a matter of time before you start leaving playing cards around! Your gimmick, whatever it may be, is ridiculous. You may be good with your billy club, but in that ring, I’ll break your freakin’ ankle!
And Ryback! No amount of articles in front of your name can get you compared to an Olympic Gold Medal winner! I’ve faced guys twice as smart, twice your height, and half as automated as you, and I’ve prevailed! Not only that, I’ve made them tap out! These guys are the ones who were in this business far before you, and their absence is the only reason you’re still around! Guys like Big Show, The Undertaker, Kane, HHH! I’ve beaten each of them! I’ve made them all tap out! Do you know what those guys would do to your big stupid head in that ring? They’d crush you! And that’s exactly what I’m going to do! You guys are all a part of the new age of wrestling, it’s true, but that doesn’t make you any better that the guys like me were in our prime! Ryback, I’m calling you out here, pal. If at any point you want to step into the squared circle with the Olympic Gold Medalist, I’ll feed you more – I’ll feed you a big plate of American justice! Tonight, Santino, Ryback, Ambrose – Tonight I’m going to grab one of you by the ankle, and I’m going to twist it until it pops. You’re going to tap out. Believe me.”
With that, Kurt’s solemn expression turned back into a smile, and his music played once again. He left the ring to a standing ovation, and went back to prepare for his match.
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Feb 26, 13 at 12:42pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Drew McIntyre vs. Antonio Cesaro
Antonio Cesaro theme would suddenly blast out of the sound system. This caught the fans of guard as they did not expect to see the international sensation until his match. The fans turned their heads and looked up at the main stage as Antonio Cesaro walked out. He was dressed in his wrestling attire with his jacket zipped all the way up. His hands where behind his back as he just merely looked around the arena as the fans voiced their disapproval for him. It seemed that he has not supporters here, but by the look on his face it appeared that he did not care. Antonio Cesaro merely smirks as he then removes his hands from behind his back to reveal a microphone in his hands. Antonio Cesaro then licks his lips and then raises the microphone up to his face and then begins to speak down into it.
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Feb 26, 13 at 2:36pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
The lights in the in the TCW arena suddenly cut out with no warning and the arena is engulfed in darkness. There is a real buzz of excitement in the crowd. Who could it be? The crowd have their lighters out in anticipation of The Undertaker. Slowly a red mist starts to travel down the ramp and surrounds the ring in an instant. From the top of the stage there is a loud but slow methodical thump of a drum.... then another. As the drum continues to thump, 10 cloaked figures, 5 flanked on each side, make their way down the ramp and stop at the foot of the ring, their faces cannot be made out but they appear to be holding something in their hand but it is too dark to make out. Slowly a dim glow appears in the ring where another hooded figure can just about be made out, he too, appears to be holding something, a long clubbed like stick with something attached to it.
Michael Cole: There is an eery feeling in this arena right now!!! Who are these guys?
Booker T: I don't know who they are but i'm getting dem goosebumps ya'll
The camera then cuts back to the ring where the figure slowly pulls down his hood to reveal his face.......
Michael Cole: IIIIIIT.......IIIIIIIT'S BOOOOOGEYMAN, what the hell is he doing here? says cole who clearly has a little angst and panic in his voice.
Boogeyman then ushers for a mic.... "Normally, i am a monster of few words but this MUST be said. Yes it is me boogeyman, how did you guess? All i want to say first and foremost is i am baaaack. This time i am here to make some big changes and rock this company to its foundations. No longer will i be used as some monster who gets paid a ridiculous amount of money to eat worms and scare stupid little kids.... Not me..... Not anymore..... This time ill do it.... MY WAAAAAAAY. i am here to show you ALL what i am REALLY like and shock the world whilst doing it. No longer will you see The Boogeyman as a joke figure and a made believe story, i am here to show you that monsters really do exist and when you go to sleep at night gripped with fear, you will picture MY face, for i am the true face of unforeseen evil. If you don't believe me then look in your closet, look under your bed..... and if you do.... just you see what happens to you!!! Whilst i have been away i have been doing alot of "soul searching" (this is then followed by a high pitched sadistic cackle) I may be known to all of you as the Boogeyman but you can also call me Soul Destroyer, for i smell the fear and when you least expect it i will come to collect your soul, if you don't believe me take a long hard look around this ring, this was once 10 ordinary guys with families...jobs.....SOULS, until i put an end to their miserable lives, now they are merely my disciples because I AM THE BOOOOGEYMAN........ AND I'M COMING TO GET ALL OF YOOOUUUUU!!!
At that point boogeyman pulled the hood back over his head and throws the mic to the ground, as the crowd boo in unison boogeyman pulls a horses head from the top of the long clubbed stick, he holds it aloft and launches it into the crowd whilst basking in the response of the crowd. Some members of the audience are visibly shocked whilst some children are reduced to tears. Just as boogeyman was exiting the the ring and making his way up the ramp he turns back to his disciples, points left and then points right, to which the disciples flank every corner of the ring and toss contents of buckets, which appears to be rotted maggots into a disgusted and retreating crowd
Michael Cole: I cannot believe what i have just seen, what gives The Boogeyman the right to do that to the TCW Universe?
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Feb 26, 13 at 3:00pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
The following is a joint roleplay by Smell the Chiken and Shiny.
The scene begins with Maria holding a microphone backstage. Next to her stands Mr. Kennedy, who is patiently waiting for Maria to introduce him. This seems slightly odd, since Kennedy usually does his own introductions. The noise from the fans - a mixtures of cheers and jeers - fades and Maria begins to speak.
"Hello, ladies and gentlemen. I'm Maria and I'm with the TCW Television Champion and quite possibly the greatest man in the world of wrestling today, Mr. Kennedy."
"Aww, Maria. Your words are so kind, and true. But, you should have said that you were with the TCW Television Champion, MIIISTEEEER KEEENEDDDYYYY and the OOOONNNE...MAAAN...BAAAAAAND, HEEEEAATH SLAAAATEER. We are privileged to have a superstar as great Heath with us for this interview."
The camera zooms out to reveal that Heath Slater is indeed present. As soon as he is visible on the screen, he silently performs a few awkward a few air guitar motions before Maria offers the one man southern rock band her microphone.
"Thanks for the intro, Ken. The feeling is mutual. I can call you Ken, can't I?"
"Actually, I'd prefer it if you called me MIIISTEEEER KEEENEDDDYYYY!"
"That was the single most awesome thing I've ever heard."
"On second thought, don't call me that, please never call me that. Only I call myself that name. Just refer to me as Ken. Up until now, only Maria could call me that, so consider yourself special. Now, let's get down to business. All the people watching from around the world want the answer to one very important question. What the hell was going on last week? Mr. Kennedy and Heath Slater worked together to screw the Rock against Santino Marella. Now here we are, being interviewed together as if we have suddenly become best friends. Well, we will answer all your questions right here right now. We are working together for mutual benefit. I enjoy the presence of this man, Heath Slater, because we have something in common. We share a strong hatred for the Rock."
Slater vigorously nods in agreement with Mr Kennedy. He is excited that it is finally time for their secret to be revealed, even to the extent that he is literally jumping up and down on the spot.
"After I defeat the Rock tonight and become the number one contender for Mr Kennedy's title, we will totally and completely be enemies as if this alliance never even happened. For now, we will work together to eliminate our common enemy. I beat the Rock three weeks ago and he still continued to make cheap jokes at my expense. He still refused to take me seriously! Well I hope he is taking me seriously now because I have every intention of defeating him all over again! I found someone who hates the Rock just as much as I do and together we sent a message to the so-called people's champion last week. Our alliance won't end until tonight's number one contendership match is over and the Rock has been defeated by the one man band. I will become the number one contendeeeeeer, baby!"
"By helping me shut the Rock up once and for all, Slater will have earned the spot of number one contender. The two of us may disagree on whether or not he can actually beat me, but I will admit that he will have earned the title shot. As for the Rock, he does not deserve a match for this title, or any title for that matter. He does not deserve to be anywhere near this title. If you think about it from that perspective, we were doing the world a favour by attacking the Rock last week. The Rock made a fool of me by taking advantage of me and relying on dirty tactics to win our match a few weeks ago. He's after my championship belt, and he will take any route to get it while still playing as if he's squeaky clean. That kind of man doesn't even deserve a place in TCW."
"Wow, that really cleared up a lot. Thank you, both of you. But Ken, tonight you have a match with newcomer Roman Reigns. Any thoughts on how you are going to defeat him?"
"That's a wonderful question, Maria. You are just a terrific interviewer. I do plan on defeating Reigns tonight, quite easily if I might add, but I will admit that I like the kid. He reminds me of a young me, in the same way Heath over here reminds me of what young me wanted me to be. Reigns has the raw power to win a lot of matches, but my experience and quickness will just be too much for him, simple. I would indeed predict him to win the Television Championship in a few years, after I hold onto it for a while and Slater gets to wear it a few times. Because by then, we'll also have won the TCW World Heavyweight Championship a few times as well. So I'm going to go out there tonight, have a win under my belt going into this pay-per-view, and have a match with a good friend of mine who will kick the ass of that aging prick tonight."
"Thank you both for that wonderful interview. I'm certain the TCW Universe learned a lot about your relationship and your new alliance."
"Thank you Maria."
Slater drops his microphone on the ground and walks away, smiling while pulling strands of his long, red hair out of his face. After he is out of shot, he can be heard shrieking the lyrics of well-known rock songs. The sound slowly fades until it is inaudible. Once that point is reached, Kennedy literally sweeps Maria off her feet.
"Let's go; we have a match to prepare for."
Maria giggles with glee as the couple walks away.
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Feb 26, 13 at 3:05pm ^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)
That temptation was inside him. The impulse coursing through his brain, every time he drew a breath, every time one of his muscles twitched, he felt it. That desire.....almost like an addiction, a physical need, to cause pain. Wade was waiting for his cue, it was his allotted time for tonight but.....it was like he didn't want to be here. Instead, he wanted to be out somewhere else. Doing....he didn't want to say hurting anything....but that's what he wanted to do. He didn't care who it was, he just....wanted to hurt people. It was hard to focus.....all the thoughts and static in his head.....
I am a lion and I want to be free. Do you see a lion when you look inside of me? Outside the window just to watch you as you sleep. 'Cause I am a lion made from things you cannot be. How can I sleep at night, there's a war inside my head. I found a lion hidden right beneath my bed. I will not hide myself from the tears that you have shed. 'Cause I am a lion and you are dead.
"Lion" by Hollywood Undead hits the P.A. system. That was his cue, that was the theme Wade had asked them to start using. He didn't hear it at first.....the static in his mind was deafening. He recognized the tune after a bit and began his entrance. His feet barely wanted to lift, not towards the crowd. His boots were drug across the metal of the stage, the static in his head pounding. He held his hand to his skull, trying to console the pain. All the noise....all the temptations....it was too much for him. Wade cracked his neck as he pulled himself up the steel steps with the aid of the ring post. He would have to bear with it. Just for now....just until tonight. Fight through the pain, no matter how bad it was.
He asked for a microphone....or at least he thought he did. His mouth had opened, but Wade couldn't be sure his voice had come up through his throat. He felt the temptation getting stronger. Pulsing through his mind, his brain pounding against the inside of his skull. He felt the cold handle of the microphone brush against his hand and ripped it away. Wade just wanted this time done with.
"Right now, I don't care what you all are thinking. If you're thinking I have something to say to Dean Ambrose or to Santino Marella, or even to Ryback, than you're wrong. I have nothing to say to any of those three men, I have nothing to say to Kurt Angle.....and though I will not address you directly, you will want to listen to me Brian Kendrick. I am not going to tell you all about the Barrett Barrage. If you haven't listened to me yet, you aren't going to anytime soon. And those of you who already know and understand the message do not need to hear it again. Instead....you will all hear about something that needs to be heard."
The pain was there again. The impulse was striking like a hammer against his skull. He couldn't get it out of his mind. Wade needed it gone....or at least satisfied for the moment. It was his addiction......Wade needed to break it, but he couldn't....not now, he didn't have the time to. He just had to let it get what it wanted for now....he just....the pounding was like a war. He couldn't escape it.
Wade didn't know what had happened next. His senses were spiraling out of his control. His eyes seemed to open as he was out of the ring, driving the timekeeper into the barricade. Lilian Garcia was screaming, Cole and Booker were yelling at each other, Taz was calling for help. Wade could hear it all, he could see it all. He didn't stop. His knees were striking into the skull of the timekeeper, blow after blow. Wade grabbed him by the neck of his shirt and threw him into the announcer's table, his spine colliding with the hard surface.
Wade felt hands on his shoulders. He turned, swinging blindly, his elbow colliding with the skull of a referee. Charles Robinson lay there, his body limp.....he could see it. But Wade couldn't do anything about it. Wade could feel everything he did, he could feel his blood coursing through his veins, but.....nothing was under his control. All his muscles were commanded by that instinct, by that addiction. Wade wanted to be free of those chains restricting him.....he didn't care, he wanted to be free of the binds, of the pain, of everything. Soon Wade held a steel chair in his hands, but....he was in control. His blood was still hot, but the pain in his mind had faded. Wade looked down at Robinson....and the chair rose. No hesitation, no one else in control, this was truly what Wade wanted.
Before Wade could strike, the chair was wrestled away from him. He turned and swung again, but this time there were more than just the bodies of referees. A mass of security was on him, dragging Wade back from the attack he had just caused. Wade struggled his arms away from their grips as he backed away slowly up the ramp. The fans were booing him, and Wade could hear them clearly. No static, no pain. The temptation and impulse was still there, but Wade controlled it....he was ready for anything that came his way.
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Feb 26, 13 at 3:10pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Drew McIntyre Part 3
Immediately following Antonio Cesaros's latest promo for his upcoming match with Drew McIntyre a blue spotlight shines down into the TCW crowd in attendance. The beam seems to be aimed at a corner of the arena on far left corner of row ZZ. Drew McIntyre is perched on the stairs. The surrounding crowd have now realised that The Sinister Scotsman is near and all turn to boo the man from Ayr.
McIntyre: You just don't shut up do you Antonio. I hate that about you. We'll need to change that won't we? Hmm? I reckon once I'm finished with you tonight I'm going to peel your lips off with a pair of pliars. [ Drew stands up and walks down a few steps contemplating the thought of his last statement before smiling a wide eyed evil smirk] Maybe that will shut you up. Your right, we are nothing alike! NOTHING . You say I'm a failure? Ask your mum if I'm a failure. She loved getting a nice big bit of Scottish beef. Correct me if I'm wrong but your the one out here moaning and crying about the powers at be not giving you a title match? Your just a little bitch. Your my little bitch Antonio. [Mcintyre walks down a few more steps and slaps a fan with a Swiss flag] I'm going to tie a noose round your neck Antonio and hang you from a pipe in my playhouse I introduced you to earlier. I'm going to hang you there and smash every little bone in your body to tiny little pieces. I'm going to leave you unrecognisable. They are going to need dental records to identify your body Antonio you stupid son of a bitch! [McIntyre walks back up to his original spot before sitting down and reflecting] The fact you keep saying how much you are not afraid of me reeks of desperation. I can assure you Antonio that you should be scared of me. It's so foolish of you to underestimate what I am capable of doing. The fact you feel you need the last word to me shows that you know these words will be your last. You know your on borrowed time. You know it Antonio. You know it when you look in the mirror. You hear the clock ticking
TICK TOCK, TICK TOCK
when your getting ready for our match and lacing your boots up for the final time ever
TICK TOCK, TICK TOCK
A bead of sweat drips from your forehead to the floor. You imagine it is the blood you know will be pouring from your face later
TICK TOCK, TIMES UP!!
McIntyre drops the mic. The time for talk is over. He turns his back on the TCW universe and slowly moves out of site as the blue spotlight cuts out
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Feb 26, 13 at 3:20pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
- Parental Discretion Is Advised -
"The Agent of Chaos"
Current Events: Made his return to TCW by interfering in Warzone's main event and assaulting World Champion The Brian Kendrick. A week later he interfered in the number one contender match between Santino Marella and Wade Barrett, which transpired into a six man brawl. The six are scheduled to compete in a tag team match on this week's Warzone.
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Chapter II - The Times They Are-A-Changin'
For the third time this evening the cameras cut away from Drew McIntyre o who was continuing his war of words with Antonio Cesaro, in what is sure to be a vicious matchup later on Warzone. The audience in the packed out arena grow a little restless as they await the next superstar's music to hit the titantron so they can cheer and wave their hand-crafted signs in the air, but the time continues to pass and the crowd begin to check their watches, some head out for another soda and others get on their phone to send a message to their loved ones about how much of a blast they're having.
But time keeps passing without a waver of curtain or a release of sound from the speakers and those who went for a toilet break return wondering why nothing has happened since they left. A technical issue of some sort, perhaps? Even Michael Cole and crew are a little puzzled.
Michael Cole: We apologise for the delay folks, I'm not entirely sure what's going on here...
Tazz: C'mon, get the next set of guys out here for some action!
Cole: We aren't receiving any word from those in the truck as to what's causing this or what's next on our schedule. I can only assume -
Before Cole can enlighten us as to what he is assuming, their is a click, a clatter and the titantron takes us to a room. A room that is dark, empty, bare. Yet despite being so desolate and non descriptive, it is clear who is occupying our time on the titantron because it is the same location and shaky camera work that we communicated with him from last week. And, right on cue, his greasy mop and soul-peering stare come into view. Dean Ambrose.
Dean Ambrose: Sorry about that delay, it's a little hard getting signal heeere...
Ambrose looks up, down, behind and all around himself as if to work out his location. As if even he has no idea where he is. Wherever it is, he continues to walk around it with the handheld camera in one hand pointing at his face.
Dean Ambrose: Obviously it would be much easier if I could just be with you all the in the ring but for obvious reasons I daren't put myself in public sighting...
Ambrose rolls his eyes, but they light up as he eyes a spot to set his camera. He places it on something we cannot see, presumably a table of some sort and tries to adjust it whilst talking out of view.
Dean Ambrose: As you may well know there a few individuals who would take great pleasure in getting their hands on me and..well, contorting my body in all sorts of shapes.
Ambrose leans back into shot, staring right into the camera, checking his appearance in it almost comically due to the unconditioned mop on his head and rough jacket that shows there is very little pride in the appearance of the self proclaimed Agent of Chaos.
Dean Ambrose: And the punchline is that I'm in a team with half of them this week, hahahahah.
Ambrose laughs and flashes a wide grin as he lets the situation sink in, that the men he has angered in the past two weeks - Ryback and Santino Marella - and the two men who are supposed to have his back tonight in his first matchup in months.
He sweeps his hair out of his face and slumps himself against concrete bricked wall, marked with the inkings of rather unartistic graffiti artists.
Dean Ambrose: So while I can't be there in the present, I'm making this tape to say hello to everyone, let them know that I'm still alive and breathing and that my thoughts are still on you, Brian. But we'll get to you later, because there are a few other....issues for me to, ahem, iron out.
Ambrose mockingly clears his throat, mimicking a lawyer ready to present a well constructed argument, when really everyone knows that that it'll be chilling rants and raves if last week was anything to go by.
Dean Ambrose: First of all, why were you surprised when I showed up last week Michael Cole!? When I slid in the ring, why was there panic ridden across your face? I warned you, I warned everyone: I get what I want. I won't sit around and let these people vote in some undeserving chumps to take my limelight.
The anger in Ambrose's voice begins to shine through as he remembers the TCW viewer's choice votes last week.
Dean Ambrose: But I...I understand. People just don't believe the Dean Ambrose hype yet. People don't see that I'm a man of my word, that I mean every word that I say, that this company will become Dean Ambrose's company and it will play by my rules! But that's ok.. [Ambrose shrugs and nods his head, appreciating the view of the fans like it is some sort of fine wine when really it is an entirely fictional viewpoint. The fans didn't vote Santino and Barrett because they 'don't believe the hype', it's because they think he's a nutjob.] And so I'll keep doing what I'm doing, I'll keep showing up, turning things on their head...not just turning the tables but lighting the tables on fire and watching them burn around me.
Ambrose begins to whistle to himself and stare up to the sky, and then sing along in the same tune to the Bob Dylan classic.
Dean Ambrose: The times, they are-a-changin'...
He quickly diverts his stare back to the camera and licks his mouth and lips, preparing them for another speech.
Dean Ambrose: Santino Marella...'a coward'...really? Of all the labels out there that fit me, that's what you're going with? I'm a lot of things, Santino, but I'm not a coward. I will stand in that ring tonight and look you in the eye, and when you see inside me, when you see that I have this thing that not many men possess...you'll back down. You'll see that lodged in me is the ability to never stop. To never see the boundaries or the limits. You say you'll [mimmicks speech marks with his hands] 'choke me out?' Hahaha. Yeah. I will kill you.
There is a pause as Ambrose simply stares into the camera, his eyes wide open and unwavering, unwilling to back down. His tongue can be seen licking round his teeth and he slowly begins to nod, reassuring Santino that what he just said wasn't a joke or an exaggeration...it was the truth. Ambrose begins to count on his fingers, remembering everyone he had to address in this video. He clicks his fingers as he remembers who's next, looks at the camera, then simply sighs.
Dean Ambrose: Kurt Angle...
He slowly begins to shake his head.
Dean Ambrose: Oh Kurt...
Ambrose looks at the ground and lets out a small chuckle to himself, before looking up again.
Dean Ambrose: I realise you think I go against your morals, that I'm a bad man, but I'm not. I have more integrity than anyone else in this company. I don't mask what I want, I make no excuses or coverups for what I'm trying to achieve...I just want to let the loosen the reigns a little and see what happens.
Ambrose shrugs, as if confused that Angle would begrudge Ambrose his request to 'loosen the reigns' when really everyone knows that describing his actions with that saying is quite the euphemism.
Dean Ambrose: But make no mistake, I am no joker, Kurt. But you'll find that out for yourself.
Ambrose hops on to his feet and rather redundantly brushes his jacket down from the dust and dirt it just garnered on the floor, despite it already being musky and worn. He bends down and stares into the camera, only an inch between the lens and his face.
Dean Ambrose: Oh and Brian, just...just watch yourself tonight...ok?
His sinister warning is the last we see of Ambrose, as he walks away to remove the camera, singing as he does so.
Dean Ambrose: Oh the times, they are-a-changin'...
And with that the camera is powered off and the screen goes to black.
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Feb 26, 13 at 3:59pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
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[January 29th, 2013 - 2 weeks before Roman Reigns' debut]
Three years were up. Roman Reigns had spent three years in prison and was ready to be released. And not just your run of the mill American prison - things are different in Samoa. Three years in a Samoan prison are a life sentence. A real life sentence. Not many make it out. But come day one, when most inmates crack and give in and resign themselves to being the bitch of some ruler amongst the prisoners. People target the new inmates because they're weak, they're shocked by the scenes around them and they don't know what to expect. Roman Reigns didn't know to expect, Roman Reigns was shocked, but Roman Reigns is not weak. He'd been in fights before, it was one that got out of hand that got him locked up in the first place, but nothing like those in Samoa prison. Two of ones, three on ones, weapon fights, thirty minute brawls...fights to the death. They say prison changes a man, and it most certainly did for Roman Reigns. Living in the Samoan islands his job was to heave heavy things, manual labour, that sort of thing. He'd do what someone told him to make enough money to feed and warm himself, he lived a simple life. But after over a 1000 days in prison, he was a new man. He no longer had to wake up with a feeling of dread, he was no longer scared of what tomorrow might bring because yesterday had brought up. The death penalty didn't exist in Samoa, any many who was deemed not suitable to live was tossed in prison for ten years because it was certain that eventually someone would end up killing him. After engaging in an unimaginable number of fights, sometimes three a day, Roman Reigns realised he never had to take an order again. He was the most dominant force not just in prison, but in the world. He wasn't going back to towing heavy items or working 8 hours a day or following Samoan tradition. He was Roman Reigns. He was the ruler and the killer. He could achieve anything he wanted. He was the ruler and the killer. He was going to prove it.
Roman Reigns is walking through the backstage area in his familiar jet black outfit: boots, comabt trousers and armoured vest, looking dead ahead and ready for action, when Josh Matthews scampers into sight.
Josh Matthews: I was just wondering if I could get a word, Roman?
Still walking, the monster takes no time to stop.
Roman Reigns: No.
As he continues to march, Matthews chases after him. He must be running behind on interviews because to chase Reigns with the look on his face, he is clearly a desperate man.
Josh Matthews: Roman I was just wondering if I could get your thoughts on your matchup with Mr Kennedy? Do you have a response to his belief that he will defeat you easily?
Josh is short on breath and his almost has to break into a run to keep up with the long strides of Reigns.
Josh Matthews: Could you just give us a -
The question is cut off mid way through as Reigns squeezes his giant hand around the throat of Matthews, suffocating his voice box.
Roman Reigns: What part of no did you not understand, boy? I am Roman Reigns. I have destroyed five men since I got here, all of them much larger than you. And then didn't even annoy me. What makes you think I won't do the same to you?
His face changing colour has his brain fights for oxygen against the vice like grip around his throat. He squeaks out what sounds more like an apology and beg for release rather than an answer.
Roman Reigns: When I want to talk to you, I will. I retired Kevin Steen. Last week I destroyed Rob Van Dam, someone I was told was a 'hardcore legend', but now it's been seven days and he hasn't been cleared to compete tonight. His compatriot Diamond Dallas Page desperately tried to save him, but he is weak too - and now I've been told he will never be able to compete again. All because he crossed me. So by announcing he will beat me with ease, Mr Kennedy has made a morbidly fatal mistake. Because I am not one to talk about what I will do. I do what I do. I won't tell Mr Kennedy he is wrong. I will show him he is wrong.
Josh nods his head furiously, hoping that agreeing with Reigns will earn him his escape, but to no avail and his face is now bright purple and road agents have rushed to the scene to try to free Josh. Despite the best efforts of three or four men, they cannot budge Reigns or break the hold he has on Josh. Leaning into his face, Reigns utters a final warning.
Roman Reigns: I am Roman Reigns. I am the ruler and the killer. Tonight I will teach that to Mr Kennedy. He will become my next victim. I am the ruler and killer.
He holds Josh against the wall for a few more moments despite the best attempts of the surrounding referees and agents, before releasing him and storming off. The road agents all enquire on his wellbeing and offer the interviewer some water, but he is too busy gasping for air and and staring at the exited Reigns in shock, horror and fear to respond, as the cameras cut away.
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Feb 26, 13 at 5:57pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Total Championship Wrestling had ended on a sour note, certainly. There was a massive brawl that erupted, and the six men in question likely had a lot of explaining to do. For Pete’s sake, they interrupted the Number One Contender’s match! This was an outrage! Every fan in attendance, every fan watching at home, wanted an answer! Who was the Number One Contender! Who would face Bryan Kendrick at Apocalypse? The world was waiting for an answer, and who better to give them one, than…
Ric Flair’s music came on, and out strutted the living legend himself! Flair looked the same as he had in recent weeks, just as brittle and fragile as ever, as he used his cane to help him down to the ring. He stepped in the ring, this time without many of his old antics. This time, he was here for business. There was a podium in the center of the ring, and a spotlight came upon it as Flair stepped into it. He adjusted the microphone, and pulled it to his mouth.
The main event on the marquee of Apocalypse will be:
The Brian Kendrick vs. The Ryback vs. Wade Barrett vs. Santino Marella vs. Kurt Angle vs. Dean Ambrose!
In an Elimination Chamber Match for the Total Championship Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship! WOOO!
And as an added bonus, tonight, all 6 competitors will face off in a 6-Man Tag Team match in your main event!”
That was apparently all Interim General Manager Ric Flair had to say, as he stepped away from the podium and left the ring. The cameras turned to the commentators.
Taz: “Wow! Did you hear that? Naitch just made an Elimination Chamber for the Pay Per View!”
Booker T: “Yeah! Dat match, let me tell you, is Hell itself! I was in one myself, back in the day, and my body was never the same since!”
Cole: “We all know about how many times you hit your head in that match Book! Hahaha! But it’s right to say that the Elimination Chamber is going to be epic and full of carnage!”
El Generico vs. Matt Hardy
The two competitors square off, both receiving a great deal of their names being chanted by the crowd in attendance. When the bell rings, they explode at each other where they meet in the center, and Generico wrestles Hardy into a side headlock. And he takes him down with a hip toss, following it through by rolling over Hardy’s downed body, and squeezing his head hard. But Matt Hardy would not die – or be choked by El Generico – And he slowly fights back to his feet, and hits a huge back body drop! Hardy is feeling the energy of the crowd, and drops his knee hard onto the chest of Generico! And he presses his knee hard into the chest, not letting up, until Generico gets his foot on the bottom rope, and even then he utilizes the 5-count. Hardy is a different animal than they’d seen before. He lifts Generico off the mat, and begins pummeling him with fists, but he misses one! Now it’s Generico’s turn! Generico hits a left jab – a right jab – a roundhouse to the rib cage – followed by a Hurricanrana! Hardy rolls out of the ring, looking to recuperate, but Generico runs towards the ropes! He’s going to jump! Generico flies out of the ring… and Hardy jumps out of the way in the knick of time, sending Generico crashing headfirst into the barricade! Generico is lifeless! Hardy looks perplexed, what would he do now? He lifted Generico off the floor to help him into the ring… NO! Hardy hits a hard Twist of Fate onto the arena floor! By this point, the ref is at a 7-count, and Hardy just hops back into the ring to let him finish. When the ref counts 10, Generico is barely off his face.
Taz: And Hardy looks strong in his first match in TCW.
Booker T: A match like that...
Cole: Let me guess. Could put him in your Fav Five?
Booker T: Right you are. And next up is Cody Rhodes in a handicap match against Daniel Bryan and Austin Aries.
Daniel Bryan & Austin Aries vs. Cody Rhodes
2-on-1 Handicap Match
Rhodes steps into the ring against the two men, waiting for them to decide who will face him. The two bicker, neither one exiting the ring! Aries gets in Bryan’s face and pushes him! Which inspires a yell from Bryan, who screams “NO!” and pushes Aries back! Quickly though, Rhodes is across the ring! He clotheslines Bryan out of the ring! And spins to face Aries! The match, finally, begins! Aries grabs Rhodes’ neck in a fierce headlock, before driving his fist into his face and letting go! Rhodes isn’t happy that his Dashing face was hit, and he goes slightly berserk on Aries, elbowing him with lefts and rights! He then hits Aries with a quick snap-suplex! He’s back on his feet, stomping away at Aries, as Bryan gets onto the corner! He doesn’t look to be happy with Rhodes! He calls for a tag, and is forced to wait. Aries finally begins fighting Rhodes back, and knocks him to his back with an uppercut! He springboards off the second rope, turns, and hits a senton on Rhodes! Favoring his ribs, Aries decides to make the tag, albeit harshly to the chest, to Daniel Bryan. Bryan is quick in the ring, hitting Rhodes with quick kicks to the knees, bringing him to his knees. Then, he hits roundhouse after roundhouse, yelling “YES!” each time with the crowd, before finishing it off with a final hard kick to the head! Rhodes lays on the ground, as Daniel Bryan gets pumped up and yells “Yes!” to the crowd, who yell “No!” back in a joking tone! They are happy to see their favorite pummel Cody Rhodes! But perhaps he taunts for too long! He gets up, and is met by Cody Rhodes’ feet in a massive dropkick! Rhodes looks extremely upset, and lifts Bryan to his feet… and he hits the Cross Rhodes! And he makes the pin, Austin Aries not even making an attempt to save his partner. One-Two-Three!
Taz: Well, he overcame the odds and won.
Cole: I think that it was a travesty. I mean, I never doubted Rhodes, but where does Ric Flair get off in putting him in a handicap match?
Taz: Hush, won't you? I want to see two guys in my Fav Five compete.
Roman Reigns vs. Mr. Kennedy
Non-Title Singles Match
Kennedy starts the match by hopping around the ring, dodging the punches being thrown by the slightly larger man. Reigns throws another punch and Kennedy catches it, reversing the move by kneeing Reigns in the gut. Still holding the arm, Kennedy flips his opponent on his back and punches the downed man in the face a few times. He stands up, struts around the ring for a second, and hits a leg drop. Kennedy goes for the quick cover. 1...kick! The powerful Reigns tosses Kennedy off and sends him flying. Reigns goes after the staggering Kennedy and this times manages to connect on his strikes. After the fourth one he lifts Kennedy up for a powerslam! Reigns positions himself for an elbow drop on the Television Champ, but Maria pulls Kennedy out of the ring at the last moment. She helps Kennedy get back to his feet, much to the displeasure of the ref. Chagrined, Reigns rolls out of the ring and goes after his opponent. Reigns stalks Kennedy from behind for a Spear, but Maria once again saves her lover by pulling him out of the way at the perfect moment. Roman Reigns flies into the turnbuckle post and shows signs of pain in his left shoulder. Kennedy pulls on Reigns long black hair and tosses him back into the ring. Kennedy manages to hoist Reigns vertically on his shoulders and delivers the inverted suplex! The Champ puts Reigns in an armbar, hoping he will tap out. Reigns feels the pain being caused on his hurt shoulder, but manages to slowly pull himself and Kennedy to the ropes for the break. Kennedy breaks the hold at three and helps Reigns back to his feet. He lifts the larger man onto his shoulders and falls forward for a rolling fireman's carry slam! Kennedy stands over his downed opponent, scans the crowd for a moment, and waves his arms back and forth in resemblance to The Rock's theatrics for the People's Elbow. Kennedy jogs over to one side of the ring, bounces off the ropes, makes his way to the other side of the ring and is met by Reigns coming at him full force! Spear! But before Reigns can cover, Kennedy rolls out of the ring and calls for Maria to grab his title belt. Reigns remains in the ring as the crowd boos and the ref counts out the retreating Kennedy. He manages to be out of sight by the time the ref reaches ten.
Cole: What a match.
Taz: What a great contest between the Television Champion and the up-and-comer.
Booker T: Yeah. A great performance from both men when the title wasn't even on the line.
Taz: It makes me excited for the TV Championship match this Sunday. I can't wait to find out who Kennedy will face for his title.
Cole: Me too. But first, Drew McIntyre and Cesaro will face off.
Drew McIntyre vs. Antonio Cesaro
The tempers are boiling in this match. Both men absolutely fueled by anger. Cesaro attempts to do a traditional lock up, but McIntyre claws viciously at his face! The referee steps in to stop it, but Cesaro himself tosses McIntyre’s fingers from his face, and ducks to behind him. He clubs McIntyre hard in the back of the head with a forearm, and doesn’t stop there! Cesaro elbows McIntyre in the back hard, before pushing him hard forward. McIntyre meets the ropes, and slightly rebounds off of them, but holds on to stop from fully going back to meet Cesaro. Cesaro, however, was anticipating him to come back, so he jumped into the air for a dropkick and came up empty. While he was on his knees getting back up, McIntyre drove a boot hard into his face! And he was on Cesaro, stomping away at his chest, occasionally stomping his face! Cesaro did his best to cover himself, but McIntyre was fully enraged! But suddenly, Aksana was on the apron, screaming insults at McIntyre! He chased her down, and followed her as she ran! McIntyre looked to hurt her! She slid back into the ring, followed by McIntyre, and Cesaro met McIntyre with a hard knee to the face! Aksana had tricked him! As the referee was escorting her out of the ring, McIntyre took the opportunity to drive his fist into the groin of Cesaro! He stood up, and started digging his thumb into Cesaro’s eye, but suddenly the arena erupted with a song the crowd had grown to hate…
Cody Rhodes stepped onto the apron, distracting McIntyre! Cesaro took this opportunity to hit a massive German Suplex, and a bridge pin! One-Two- No! McIntyre kicks out, as Rhodes joins Aksana at ringside. She smiles at him, and Cesaro looks slightly upset, but nonetheless keeps focused on his opponent. He lifts McIntyre off the ground, and the Scotsman retaliates with some hard shots to the abdomen, before hitting a belly to belly suplex. McIntyre drops out of the ring, and walks over to the timekeeper, and grabs the bellkeeper’s hammer! He slinks back into the ring, and pushes past the ref, who hasn’t noticed the hammer, towards Cesaro! Rhodes slides into the ring, and pushes Cesaro out of the way of McIntyre! The referee doesn’t call for the bell though! What is happening? Rhodes should have brought on a disqualification – Aksana was distracting the ref! She continues to do so, as Cesaro violently throws Rhodes out of the ring! He then turns to McIntyre, who comes at him with the hammer again, but is met with a kick to the gut! And Cesaro sets up the Neutralizer! And hits it, rolling to make the cover in one swift motion. One-two-three! Cesaro wins! As McIntyre slips out of the ring, mending his bruises, Rhodes slips into the ring, looking upset that he was thrown out of the ring! He questions Cesaro, yelling that he “was only trying to help!” Cesaro though, delivers a hard slap to his face! Cesaro steps out of the ring, and grabs Aksana and leads her to the back, leaving Rhodes in the ring, frozen. His face hasn’t moved since Cesaro’s slap. Slowly, he breaks this composure and exits, looking at the ground.
Booker T: Did a grown man just slap another grown man in a wrestling ring? What in the hell did I just see?
Cole: It seems pretty obvious to me that Cesaro is upset with Rhodes. I don't know who side to take.
Taz: You'll just take the side of whoever comes out on top and say you believed in them all along.
Booker T: Cole, just promise me you'll shut up while these two men battle it out. The Rock takes on Heath Slater next.
The Rock Vs. Heath Slater
Number One Contenders Match for the Television Title
The Rock and Heath Slater immediately lock up shoulders, The Rock easily overpowering the wannabe rockstar. He tosses Slater into the corner turnbuckle and boots him right in the mouth. The One Man Band checks to see if he is bleeding and fails to see another boot to the face! Rocky picks his opponent up for a powerslam, but Slater manages to climb out of it and is in position for a neckbreaker. He hits it and Rock falls into a sitting position. Slater grabs his opponents arms and tries to pull them out of their sockets. Rock fights through the pain and is able to flip Slater over. Rocky drops an elbow on his opponent's head and then stomps on his arms. Slater crawls around on the ground as The Rock struts around the ring to the loud applause of the crowd. Rocky turns around to find Slater standing back up and hits the hard lariat! Rock then begins an assault on his opponent's head by striking it multiple times. The ref soon pulls him off and he jumps off Slater with no resistance. He helps Slater to his feet only to whip him into the ropes. As Slater comes back, The Rock faces down in order to flip his opponent. Slater sees this and goes for the sunset flip and pin. 1...2..kick! Slater takes the offensive by kicking The Rock multiple times in the gut and finally ending with a roundhouse kick! Slater sees that The Rock is staggering, and so he bounces off the ropes and goes for the crossbody. He hits it...no! The Rock catches him in the air. Rocky repositions Slater in his arms and hits Rock Bottom! He covers. 1...2...3! The Rock has won! And now he will compete for the TCW Television Championship! The Rock's music plays and he climbs the corner turnbuckle to celebrate with his fans. Suddenly, Mr. Kennedy's theme plays and out comes the the TV Champ from backstage, the title draped over his shoulder. Kennedy climbs into the ring, The Rock refusing to glance away from Kennedy. The two men stare at each other for a bit, then Kennedy holds his title belt out in front of him to observe it. Out of nowhere Mr. Kennedy swings his title and hits The Rock in the face. The blow causes Rocky to turn around and he falls right into Paydirt! Slater gets back to his feet and stands next to Kennedy, both men looking down at Rock. They glance at each other and head out of the ring, Rock still twisting in pain.
Cole: Well, it looks like the Rock won the battle, but lost the war!
Taz: Now, Cole, you betta believe that The Rock will make sure there's more of a war than that!
Booker T: Yeah, man. The Rock ain't gonna let these two jabronis slide!
Taz: And on top of that, The Rock is still the numba one contendar!
Cole: Would you shut up? It's time for our main event!
The Brian Kendrick & Kurt Angle & Wade Barrett vs. The Ryback & Santino Marella & Dean Ambrose
To start off the match, the TCW World Heavyweight Champion will face-off against his old accomplice, Ryback. Ryback tries to put Kendrick in a grappling hold but the champ slips out. He answers back with a strong kick to the big man's kidneys and multiple kicks to his torso. Ryback grabs ahold of one of the kicks and flings his opponent on the other side of the ring. Paul Heyman cheers on as Ryback lifts Kendrick up onto his shoulders. However, Kendrick elbows Ryback repeatedly in the head and the big man is forced to drop him. Back on his feet, the champ elbows Ryback in the gut, then knees him in the head as he bends over. Kendrick eyes his opponent when Dean Ambrose reaches over the top rope to smack him in the back of the head. The champ glances over at the man who attacked him weeks earlier, giving Ryback the perfect opportunity for a lariat! With Santino calling to get in the match, Ryback throws Kendrick into the corner turnbuckle and tags him in. The judo black belt jumps into the ring and boots Kendrick in the stomach. He then pulls him out and whips him into the ropes. But wait! Kendrick jumps onto the ropes and knocks Santino down with a springboard crossbody! Kendrick crawls over to his corner and tags in Kurt Angle. Angle takes a single step into the ring when Wade Barrett forcefully tags himself in. Angle looks surprised but climbs back out of the ring as Barrett makes his way towards Santino. He grabs ahold of Santino and rams his head into a corner post before picking him up and powerslamming him onto the canvas. Barrett then picks Santino up and punches him in the jaw once. Twice. Three ti---no! Santino dodges the third punch and grabs ahold of Barrett for a hip toss. Santino then works the arms of Barrett, yanking the joint in the opposite way it should go. Barrett manages to fight out of it by punching Santino in the throat. With his opponent dazed, Barrett picks Santino up and again slams him hard into the ground. Santino rolls on the ground in pain as Barrett goes for a high-risk move by climbing the turnbuckle. As he prepares his leap, Barrett is pushed forward by Ambrose and hits the canvas with a sickening thud. Both men are helpless now and try to crawl to their corners. Angle reaches out for Barrett and Ambrose for Santino. Almost simultaneously both men make the tag as Angle and Ambrose jump into the ring for a heated contest. Angle strikes Ambrose in the head repeatedly and causes him to fall back to the ropes. Dean Ambrose with a kick to the knee, causing the Olympic medal winner to grab it in agony. Ambrose pulls it out from under Angle and elbows it multiple times. Angle now looks up to find Ambrose grinning menacingly at him. He continues to stare at Angle as he puts him in his own Ankle Lock! The hold is applied incorrectly, however, so Angle easily kicks Ambrose away. Back on his feet, Angle grabs Ambrose and hits him with one, two, three suplexes! Kurt Angle makes the first cover of the match. 1...2...kick! Ambrose manages to kick out. Kendrick begs Angle to let him in, so the Olympic medal winner tags in the champ. Kendrick flies into the ring and shows no mercy. He repeatedly jabs at Ambrose before hitting a DDT, then an elbow drop, then finally a standing moonsault. Kendrick waits for Ambrose to rise up and gets in position for the Superkick. Seeing this, Paul Heyman grabs Kendrick's back leg and pulls it out of the ring. Losing sight of the match, Kendrick chases after his old manager. Heyman runs to one of the corners and turns around. Falling to his knees, he asks for Kendrick's forgiveness. Savvy to Heyman's tactics, Kendrick glances to his left and right. The champ turns around and receives the full force of a lariat from Ryback! Oh no! Ryback causes Kendrick to smack the back of his head into the corner post! Kendrick is out cold as Ryback rises to his feet and stands alongside Heyman. The referee jumps out of the ring to check the champ's condition and immediately calls for medics. A team of medics run out to the injured man with a gurney, as the referee throws Ryback and Paul Heyman out of the match! The remains of The Union exit to backstage as medics carry The Brian Kendrick out of the arena and to a local hospital. Suddenly this match has become a two-man tag team contest. The ref calls for a replacement for Kendrick and Angle steps inside the ring. The two men square off in a battle of fists, and once again Angle gains the upper hand. With a quick German suplex, Angle jumps to the other side of the ring and puts Ambrose in a proper Ankle Lock. The submission is being applied and Ambrose looks like he is moments away from tapping. But no! Angle let's go of the hold, for Santino has grabbed him from over the top rope and placed him in a chokehold. Angle fights for a second before breaking the hold. He turns around and punches Santino onto the arena floor. From behind, Ambrose slithers in and rolls up Angle for the pin! 1...2...3! Ambrose steals one to end the epic match. Angle looks as shocked as everyone in the crowd at the result of this one. Barrett yells at the Olympian before heading backstage. Even Santino glances angrily at Angle, for he wanted to be the one to get the pin. The only one who seems overjoyed with this ending is Dean Ambrose.
Cole: That was great! Look at that idiot, Kurt Angle! He just got pinned by Dean Ambrose! Who's the Joker now, Kurt? Who's the Joker now?
Taz: Calm down Cole! We got it, Kurt got pinned. But I guarantee you haven't seen the rest of Angle.
Booker T: Awww, yeah, Dean just got the better of Kurt Angle this round. Not to mention, Angle had this thing won! He had Ambrose's leg about to snap like a twig, but Santino interfered!
Taz: Exactly. I'm not really to into that slimy little Santino, anyways. A load of bologna that he wasn't kicked out right with Ryback!
Cole:Alright, you bigot, shut up about your jealousy with Santino! We're all out of time folks! Have a great night!
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Feb 28, 13 at 4:09am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
The Brian Kendrick
World Heavyweight Champion
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I have absolutely no idea what the *bleep* just happened to me. All I know is I’ve woken up, and I’m laid up in a hospital bed being told I’m not allowed to compete this Sunday night inside the Elimination Chamber. Something that I can assure you, I will be doing. Nothing any of these people say to me is going to stop me, because I’m the TCW World Heavyweight Champion, and I’m not going to be losing it because of some jealous moron deciding to try and get in a cheap shot. Ambrose, was it Ambrose? He has a good reason to try and get rid of me, because he knows for damn sure he has no chance of beating me in a fair match, and in no holds barred which will be the case inside the Chamber, he has even less chance. Then again, the last thing I remember is going after Heyman, so I guess it could have been Ryback, but he normally prides himself on how much of a fighter he is, he wouldn’t resort to a cheap shot surely… Someone better tell me what the hell is going on, and has happened, before I get up out of this bed and go hunting for answers myself. I’m gonna be there on Sunday, whether they like it or not.
Is this *bleep*wit serious? Who the hell is he to tell me what I can and can’t do? I know how I feel, nobody else. I don’t give a shit if this guy is the Chief whatever of TCW, I want to be out there defending my Title, and I bet Vince McMahon would rather have his Champion in the Main Event of the Pay Per View as well. He’ll put this guy right. But first, somebody around here has got to tell me what the *bleep* happened!
Dr. Weinstein: Actually, no. I’m sure there’s one other name running around your head, and that’ll be the correct assumption. When Heyman grabbed your leg and you went after him, his client, Ryback, decided he was going to try and even the score. He hit you with an extremely violent lariat that sent you flying into the metal turnbuckle post, knocking you unconscious immediately. You were brought here to be under my watch. Before you get concerned about letting people down and not showing up to Main Event a Pay Per View you’ve been advertised for, I’ve spoken to Mr. McMahon, and he’s already advised me to do what I see fit, and he’ll come up with a contingency plan for the Elimination Chamber. I know that isn’t what you want to hear, but I’m sorry. At this moment you are under my watch, and if something were to happen to you it could be both of our careers on the line. You won’t be competing, and that’s final.
Mother*bleep*er. He’s already spoken to Vince. What the hell do I do now… I suppose, there is one person I can call, but I’d really rather not. Damn it, why the hell did Ryback have to take his chance at a cheap shot, maybe the big brute’s actually scared of me, otherwise surely he’d want to fight me like a man, take his chance to finish me off this time, inside a steel chamber, no less. I have to figure out a way out of here, I need to defend my title, and I need to get my revenge on Ryback, Heyman, even Ambrose. This dumbass can tell me I’m not competing all he likes, but it doesn’t matter. Why do I care if his career is on the line? Maybe he should have thought about that before telling the World Champion that he was gonna lose his title without even having the chance to defend it. *bleep* him, I don’t care what he says. I’m competing. I feel fine.
That’s it. Take the bait, out you go. Now, if I could just figure out where they put my freakin’ cellphone I’d be able to sort all of this out. Bingo. I don’t know why you’d put a cellphone on a window-sill but hey, it’s not me who did it. Not sure how I’m meant to reach it though with this wire thing in my nose. *bleep* it, it’s now or never. As I jump up to my feet I realise my foot can barely take any weight, which is a little bit weird since I was told it was a head injury, but whatever. I guess I’ll hop. There we go. Maybe they were right about this concussion, because *bleep* if I remember who I was thinking of calling just then. Oh well, I guess I’ll try this guy, can’t hurt.
All I can do now is wait. This guy better pull through, otherwise I’ll walk out of here with all the damn wires still attached if I have to. I’m not missing the Elimination Chamber.
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Mar 1, 13 at 3:24am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Last Man Standing Match
Cody Rhodes vs. Antonio Cesaro
The sound of the familiar theme song blares out of the PA systems. The fans attention is caught as they sit at the tip of their scenes, wondering who this person can be. The titantron video is played on the big screen and we see the name "Antonio Cesaro" flashes across the screen but people are livid. Coming out from behind the curtains is the bald partially shaved headed man, ripped in physique, and wearing a red and white Switzerland rugby windbreaker jacket with his black wrestling trunks. He has a prideful smirk on his face as he stands at the stage looking out at the crowd. He raises his two fists high in the air, shooting them forward as he pumps them one after another before releasing a shout. He would then start making his way down the entrance ramp to a mixed reaction. Reaching the half-way point he stops and looks to the ring. Suddenly a stagehand from ringside runs as fast as his legs could carry him and reaches Antonio Cesaro and hands him a microphone and then disappears just as quickly. Antonio Cesaro holds onto the microphone and then licks his lips and begins to speak down into it.
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Mar 1, 13 at 11:33am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Rolling Black Out (Rolling DDT Guillotine) | Death by Judo (Tazplex)
TCW.com’s highest rated web show, Formerly Foreign Exchange, is back with another riveting episode just for your pleasure. The web show opens up with its normal opener, the old opener with circle and line through the Cobra and ‘Formerly’ in big bold letters overtop of the original logo. When the show begins we are set at what looks to be a dojo of some sort. The walls are white with red half inch thick mats covering about half up the walls and the entire floor. In view of the camera there are a few students in traditional white gi’s practicing different forms of martial arts. After a few moments goes by Santino walks into view of the camera and stands at the center of the mat staring at the camera.
Santino: Welcome to Formerly Foreign Exchange. Today I have a very special show for you and a very special guest here with me. First things first though welcome to my training facility where I have mastered my craft in Judo and earned my black belt. I am a very well respected individual here because of the hard work I have put forth in earning such a high honor as a black belt. These people know what a true champion looks like and it will only be fitting when I bring the title home with on Sunday.
Santino cracks his neck on either side and then his knuckles on both hands before continuing.
Santino: Now without any further delay let me introduce you to a good friend of mine, our guest for this show, and an Olympic Gold Medalist in freestyle wrestling; the better than Kurt Angle, Jake Varner!
Into camera view walks a strong young white male who is also sporting a traditional white gi. Jake Varner stands next to Santino with his hands clasped in front of him and his eyes locked onto the camera.
Santino: Thank you for coming here today Jake it is a pleasure to have you on the show. Today for my special treat Jake is here to help me demonstrate some Judo moves and to prove once and for all that Judo is better than wrestling.
Before Santino can even get another syllable out of his mouth Jake interrupts him sporting a confused and yet offended look on his face.
Jake Varner: Whoa whoa whoa wait a minute there Santino. I’m all for demonstrating some moves to defend against a wrestler, but to say Judo is better than wrestling is just plain wrong. I’m an Olympic Gold Medalist in freestyle wrestling and I can guarantee that I can take you down before you even realize what happened.
Santino: Jake you have no idea what you are talking about. The second you go for a single or a double I would have tripped or flipped you on your head.
Jake is now completely facing Santino with his arms at his side resting on his hips. He seems to be pretty pissed off and can anyone really blame him? A black belt in Judo just called out an Olympic Gold Medalist and told him that his sport was beneath Judo. Jake seems ready to drop Santino on his head and show him what happens when you mess with a wrestler.
Jake Varner: Alright Santino I’ll tell you what since I’m already here and I’ve already agreed to demonstrate some things with you how about we have a little showdown. Judo vs. Wrestling right here, right now. If I can take you down and pin you to the mat then you have to admit that wrestling is better and if I can’t then I’ll admit that Judo is better.
Jake puts his hand out to shake Santino’s as if to agree to the terms of this little wager. Santino isn’t sure if he wants to do this or not and ponders for a moment.
Jake Varner: Deal?
Santino gets a sly smile on his face as he reaches out and shakes the hand of Jake.
Just as soon as the word was uttered from Santino he pulls Jake in and flips him over his shoulder sending him crashing into the mat. Santino takes a couple steps away from the fallen Jake and wipes his hands clean and smiles. Jake however isn’t smiling and gets back to his feet angrier and more determined not be tricked this time around.
Jake Varner: I see how you work Santino. I won’t be fooled again.
Jake hunches down slightly looking for his opening to take Santino down. The two of them circle each other for a few moments only momentarily touching each other’s hands to gauge distance. A little while goes by and Jake charges and grabs a single leg of Santino and looks to lift him up and dump him, but Santino is able to sneak his leg out and use the top part of the gi and toss Jake over his hip and to the mat. Jake pounds the mat in anger before standing up and ripping the top part of his gi off so it can’t be used against him again. Santino motions for Jake to bring it on and that’s exactly what Jake does. The aggressive wrestler charges forth and scoops Santino up by both legs and has him in the air. Santino realizing he is danger of being slammed through the floor quickly reaches forward and grabs a hold of the midsection of Jake with both arms. Jake slams Santino to the mat, but with Santino’s arms locked around the midsection of Jake he is able to flip him over and end up on top. Santino quickly transfers into a side control where he has Jake in a head and arm choke. Santino is using the gi to his advantage and pulling tight on the sleeve to choke Jake and he has no choice, but to tap out. Santino releases the hold and gets to his feet raising both arms up in victory. He’s acting like a complete ham like he’s just won a gold medal or something. Jake gets back to his feet and holds his hand out once again in a show of good sportsmanship. Santino is quick to shake his hand and continue on celebrating.
Santino: Alright Jake I think I proved my point about Judo being better. What do you think?
Jake wipes the sweat from his brow and just shrugs his shoulders.
Santino: You should feel ashamed, it only took me a few minutes to get you to the mat and realize that you couldn’t do anything to me. This is why on Sunday when Kurt Angle tries to do something stupid like a double leg take down I’m going to choke him out and send his washed up ass back home where it belongs and again prove why wrestling can’t hold a candle to Judo.
Jake seems to be seething as he is very prideful of his sport and doesn’t like it when someone degrades it, even in the slightest.
Jake Varner: Santino I’ll give you some credit you surprised me, but don’t think for a second that just because you were a little better than me today that wrestling still isn’t one of the greatest sports on this planet.
Santino: I think I just proved that it’s nothing. Hell I even through in some Jiu Jitsu just to add some insult to injury and everyone knows that Jiu Jitsu is the lazy man’s Judo. Amateur Wrestling is child’s play. When you medal in a real sport then you can come talk to me.
Santino cockily turns his back to Jake and laughs as he walks away, but this would prove to be a costly mistake. Jake seems to have had enough of Santino’s bad mouthing and charges him and takes him down from behind slamming him hard to the mat. Santino seems stunned by all of this and panics and after not being able to do much once on the ground all he can do is yell at the camera.
Santino: THIS SHOW IS OVER, CUT THE CAMERA! CUT THE CAMERA!
The camera fades to black as Santino is being pummeled away on by Jake Varner. I guess in the end Wrestling won out, but will that be the story when the two forces collide at the pay-per-view on Sunday? Watch and see.
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Mar 1, 13 at 1:27pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
We head away from Santino showing up a former Olympic Gold Medal winner that many in the audience were whispering was, “just a paid actor,” to see Josh Matthews standing before us. Just a week or two ago, Matthews was brutally attacked by Drew McIntyre, and had required medical attention. This week, however, he was back in front of the camera, standing in the interview-area. Although he had a media-man’s smile, it was tough to notice around the swelling of his previously broken nose. Quite frankly, Josh Matthews looked ugly. The camera gave him the go-ahead, and within seconds, he began.
Josh Matthews: “Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for joining me. Tonight, I am here with one of the competitors for the Last Man Standing Match, who looks to walk away victorious. Now, historically, these matches have proven time and time again that simply being able to walk away is a victory in itself. From the match’s introduction at WWF Valentine’s Day Massacre, in which Mankind faced off against the Rock, the match itself has made its return multiple times, leaving a wake of destruction, often shortening careers. So, without further ado, let me introduce at this time, 'Dashing' Cody Rhodes.”
The camera panned out, and it showed Cody Rhodes standing next to Matthews, looking incredibly bored thus far. The mere sight of his face sent a ripple through the audience. The usually beautiful face was seemingly masked by some strong emotions. Cody didn’t look himself at all. Cody Rhodes simply looked over at Josh Matthews, waiting for the interview to begin.
Josh Matthews: “Cody, what kind of thoughts do you have going into this match? Surely, things are personal between you and Antonio Cesaro. Will you use this barbaric environment to your advantage to take out any aggression with Antonio?"
Cody Rhodes’ eyes dropped to the floor, as he appeared to ponder this question. As Matthews inched the microphone closer to him, his eyes flew to meet Matthews’, who froze.
Cody Rhodes: “Last week, Antonio Cesaro went against a man who would stop at nothing to win. He would have happily stole a pin or used that… [He shudders at the mere thought of Antonio’s face getting distorted]…God damn hammer! And then Antonio has the audacity to tell these disgusting ingrates in attendance that he didn’t need my assistance? Antonio Cesaro tends to bite off far more than he can chew. Look back at his match history. He’s not undefeated, and that’s because he was put into actually challenging situations from time to time. And when he’s put into these challenging situations? He falters, he fails! That’s what separates him from myself, Josh. Cody Rhodes doesn’t fail.
And then he went on to say that I had an “odd fascination” with him. Antonio, I thought we had an understanding. Here, let me explain it like this: Love is something that can fall into a great deal of categories. My heart works in a certain way, different than yours, and different from how I assumed yours was. You see, there’s something called Eros, named after the Greek god of love, and it means the Love of Beauty. This transcends all things sexual, all things intimate. It means only that I love beauty. Now, is it so impossible to see this as a compliment? That you and your lovely Aksana were dear to me, simply because you looked good enough? Are you that emotionally deprived that anything not classified as intimate is capable of being called love? It would appear that way, Antonio.
So, to answer your question Josh Matthews, no things are not personal between us. He simply doesn’t understand that there are different ways of thinking than his block-headed, ignorant way. But I will be taking him on in this match, and I will be releasing years’ worth of aggression against people who don’t care to understand! People like my father – People like Antonio Cesaro. I am different, that’s no lie, but I shouldn’t be treated like some freak! [By now, Cody Rhodes has elevated his temper and his voice. He’s getting into it, and he’s visibly shaken.] So be warned Antonio! Tonight, you no longer have my love, my respect. You are merely the image of everyone else I see every day, everyone that I despise whole-heartedly. You’re no longer a friend in my eyes. You’re on a very similar level with Ric Flair and Alex Riley! I will hurt you! [He finally calms down, and runs his hand through his perfectly combed hair, messing it up. He winces as he does this, knowing that he’ll have to fix it later.] You lost all your privileges when you slapped me in the face, Antonio. Tonight, I’m going to show you that there’s more to surviving than being strong. When our match is over, I’ll be the only one left standing. And you… You’ll be leaving in a casket.”
Cody Rhodes didn’t walk away just yet. He stared hard into the camera, and the crowd anticipated the promo coming to an end… Josh Matthews interrupted the silence with a frightened voice.
Josh Matthews: “Cody, one more question. [He ignored Josh, simply staring into the camera. He knows Antonio is watching, and he wants him to feel his intensity, as a warning of things to come.] Uhh… Cody, you seem to have befriended Aksana in the past few weeks. Even though she is still firmly at the side of Cesaro, do you see Aksana doing anything to cost you in the match?”
Cody Rhodes ran his hand down his face. Surely, this question had hit him before, but he didn’t have an answer for it.
Cody Rhodes: “Aksana, Josh, is a very beautiful girl. She outshines every female to have ever stepped foot into that ring. However, one has to take into account the respect a woman holds for herself when accounting for beauty. You wouldn’t call a prostitute beautiful, would you Josh? [He pauses for a second, thinking about the question.] Don't answer that. Aksana has no self-respect. She clings to the side of Antonio because he’s attractive like her, and he can win. And that’s the end of it. I see Aksana for what she is, a disgusting parasite clinging blindly to a much larger parasite. Aksana, you’re making a mistake in where your loyalties lie. And it will prove fatal.”
Before Josh can ask what the hell that meant, Cody Rhodes slowly steps out of view. Josh is left, once again, dumbfounded after an interview.
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Mar 2, 13 at 9:33am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Aksana appears on the screen. She is alone, without Antonio Cesaro. The reason for this is unknown. Surely, Antonio must be worried about her, all alone in the arena without any protection. In the shadows, Cody Rhodes was sure to be lurking. And lurking he was. As she entered into her locker room, she tossed it shut behind her, walking towards her mirror. Oddly, there was no sound of the door clicking.
She stepped into view of the mirror, and even though we see something odd on the mirror, she fails to notice as she apparently remembers something. She reaches down into her bag, and pulls out her lipstick. As she opens it, though, she realizes... The lipstick is smashed down. She looks rather startled, as her eyes fly around the room, and land on the mirror, where she sees...
"Ugly." It is written in her lipstick, a deep crimson red, nearly glowing. Cody Rhodes steps into view, in the mirror. A very dark haze is cast in his eyes. She looks frightened, but she doesn't scream.
Aksana: "Cody. What are you doing in here?"
Cody Rhodes: "Oh, Aksana, you sound surprised. And I understand why. You wholeheartedly believe that I would never harm you because I showed an act of kindness to you. I told you that I loved you and Antonio, and I did. But Antonio made a large mistake last week, Aksana. And you did too. [He takes a slow, deliberate step towards her.] Antonio degraded me, spit in my face. And you sat idly by, Aksana. So, what am I doing in here? Aksana, you should know."
At the tone in his voice, Aksana became frightened, she flew to her feet, but Rhodes was on her just as quickly. He put himself between her and the door, and then charged her. He had her in a matter of seconds, pushed down onto her counter, his hand over her mouth. Her eyes were incredibly frightened, simply begging Rhodes not to do anything.
Cody Rhodes: "Aksana, do you know what I'm noticing just now? No matter how beautiful your eyes are, fear does something to them. They make them look just as ugly as I know you are in there. Isn't that something? How your fear can open up such a door into the soul? [He throws his fist hard into her mirror, and it shatters, pieces of the mirror showering down onto her, luckily not cutting her face too severely.] Without such a facade as your eyes, you're no prettier than any of these disgusting ingrates that watch from their seats. That's the beauty of this little situation here. [He holds a shard of the mirror to her face. Her eyes go to it, staring at it with intense fear in her eyes.] Now, now, my dear Aksana. I don't think it's very fair that you can hide such disgusting attributes behind this face. Perhaps I use this to make you match, Aksana. Do you know how badly I want to? Do you know how badly I want to cut your gorgeous face with this?"
He drops the shard though. Apparently, he's not going to be cutting her face at all. Perhaps, this is because Rhodes doesn't have the heart to do it. Or maybe he decides it isn't his say on how she looks. Either way, he drops the shard of glass, and brings his face closer to hers. He pulls his hand away, and before she can scream, he plants a deep kiss onto her. Before pulling away.
Cody Rhodes: "I've wanted to do that for a while Aksana. It didn't particularly live up to what I expected though. Have fun watching Antonio's demise tonight."
With that, Cody Rhodes turns and leaves. Only then, does Aksana scream for Antonio.
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Mar 2, 13 at 1:28pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
The following is a joint RP between Moneyman23 and The Voiceless
We’re brought backstage to another area, where we see Kurt Angle, clad in his wrestling attire, alone. The camera is following him, the chubby cameraman holding it struggling to keep up to Kurt Angle’s athletic pace. Along the way, Kurt keeps stopping and turning his head to smile at the camera (not the cameraman) and giving a thumbs-up. Finally, Kurt stops at a door, and the cameraman has to catch up still. We can hear him breathing rather heavily as Kurt turns to face the camera, smiling. He holds a microphone up to his mouth, and whispers into it, rather loudly.
Kurt Angle: “Hello boys and girls, it’s your friendly neighborhood Olympic Gold Medalist. I saw Santino’s wrestling session with that Jack guy, and decided that, ‘Yes indeed, I need a little bit more knowledge in the ring if I hope to beat the great former TV Champion, Santino. So, I decided to enlist a bit of coaching.”
He turns to the door he had originally showed up at, and raises his fist to knock. Yet, instead of knocking, he yells – “YES! YES! YES!” The crowd let out a laugh immediately as they realize that Angle is at the door of Daniel Bryan! Suddenly, the door is pulled open a crack, and the face of Daniel Bryan materializes.
Daniel Bryan: What do you want Kurt, I have an important match to get ready for. Its not like my opponent Drew McIntyre is going to lie down and take the pin. I need to prepare myself, get my blood vessels flowing, let my YES overcome my NO. So what exactly do you want.
Daniel Bryan suddenly looks down to see Kurt Angle in his full wrestling gear. Daniel suddenly prepares himself for a fight and pulls open the door.
Daniel Bryan: So you want to fight me huh? You thought you could sneak attack me with your flattering YES! Well too bad. I had a vision someone might do this to me. No wonder my NO is so strong right now, because your here!
Daniel Bryan looks at Kurt Angle who is shaking his head. Daniel drops his fighting position
Kurt Angle: "Did you see Santino's promo, Daniel?"
Daniel Bryan: "No."
Kurt Angle: "Well, in it, he basically said that there's no way that wrestling itself will be enough to defeat him. He beat up a former Olympic Gold Medalist, and said that he was better than me. And if someone who used to pull a Cobra out of his trousers says something like that, you believe him!
Anyways, my point is, could you maybe..."
Daniel Bryan interrupts him.
Daniel Bryan: No.......NO! I don't have time to teach you ALL of my wrestling moves, there is just way too many. I know over 100 submission holds and I really don't have the time or the will to teach them to you. Anyway, it takes absouletely years to perfect The Way of Yes! For you it could take up to a decade. I just don't think your up for it.
Kurt Angle puts his hand on Daniel Bryan's shoulder.
Kurt Angle: "Listen pal, I simply want you to teach me... The Way of Yes!"
Daniel Bryan's face lights up, as he pulls Kurt Angle into his room, shutting the door.
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