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Mar 12, 13 at 3:01pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
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Kurt Angle stood under the balcony, unforeseen by the masses, in Atlanta, Georgia in 1996. It was the Summer Olympics, and Kurt Angle had been training his whole life for this moment. The anticipation was eerie as the American people all were excitedly awaiting him. America was going for the Gold, and none of them could stifle their American pride!
None other than Iran’s own Abbas Jadidi waited on the other side of the fieldhouse, in the exact same predicament as the American he was being made to wrestle. He ran his finger down his hefty moustache, as he became troubled at the challenge laid before him. Kurt Angle was a good wrestler, perhaps almost as good as Abbas knew he himself was. But Abbas knew the setting couldn’t have been any more out of his favor. These people were Americans, and they probably just saw him as a foreign enemy. For eight minutes, he would have to fight not only against the American Kurt Angle, but his own feelings that were being caused by those in attendance. But Abbas Jadidi knew Kurt Angle had a weakness. The man had severely injured his neck during the Olympic Trials. And Abbas would exploit this injury. He would win for his country.
Kurt Angle stretched his neck around, hoping that nothing bad would result from this match. But the rehab had given him time off, and the injection he received made him feel invincible. Kurt Angle would wrestle through this injury. He would win for his country.
Ten minutes later, the clock read 7:01, and the score was one to one. The score, Kurt knew, could end in a draw, and would have to be decided by the judges. Angle and Jadidi had certainly reached a stalemate in this match. Jadidi had scored right after the 2:30 mark, and Angle had tied the score with a takedown of his own after the 3:41 mark. And now, they were both drained, and they both were on their last leg. Who had the upperhand was nearly undeterminable by those in attendance, but they, being Americans, still chanted for America. While Angle had nearly no reaction to this – he wasn’t fueled by the adoration or the chants, just his drive to win. This wasn’t professional wrestling, for Pete’s sake! – Jadidi was becoming increasingly frustrated! This had caused Jadidi to slip up a few times, and he couldn’t stand that their incessant chanting was helping this fool! But when the referee whistled, Jadidi was finally confident he’d won. Kurt Angle watched, as Abbas Jadidi walked to the judges, and came back with his hands in the air. Kurt’s heart sank. When the two of them stood before the crowd, the referee grabbing both of their wrists, the crowd grew silent. The referee raised Kurt’s hand.
The crowd erupted! Kurt Angle had become the Olympic Gold Medal winner! His coach brought him a drink, and an American flag, which Angle drew across his shoulders, showboating to those in attendance. Finally, Kurt Angle knew how much the people could influence his own bouts! But not his performance. That was something only he himself could control. It was then that Kurt knew, his path would continue past his former goal, and onto greater ones.
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Mar 12, 13 at 3:39pm ^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)
Through the depths of hell he had gone, and he had won. He didn't win the world title, no. No, that would come later. He had won, because he had walked out of the Chamber. He had taken the plunge into the inferno to let his body melt away and mix with the addiction. To be broken down and build back up in the design of both his former and current self.
Now stood the chance to climb the mountain once more....no. No, Wade was not going to climb the mountain. He would start to level it. Bit, by bit, by bit, he would chip it away and let those who fell with it fall to the depths of the abyss. When he finally got that title, it would no longer be a mountain you would climb to get to the top. No, Barrett would make sure it would be a pile of bodies.
The King of the Ring tournament......Wade wasn't in the first round, at least not tonight. But next week? Oh, if Flair didn't include him, Wade wouldn't be waiting until his match that night to fulfill his addiction. But when he did....Wade was ready. Body after body lining up before him to break into pieces. King of the Ring would once again return to an Englishman. King Barrett.....that sounded nice. Bloody Barrett sounded better.
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Mar 12, 13 at 3:52pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Mr. Kennedy Receives Some Bad News (For Him)
Backstage, Mr. Kennedy and Maria walk down a darkened hallway holding hands, just like a young couple in love. Over Kennedy's shoulder is the Television Championship he retained last Sunday in St. Louis. They stop suddenly to embrace as Kennedy talks in a loving voice to Maria.
"Maria, I couldn't do it without you. Without you there for The Rock to viciously attack (even Kennedy can't hide his smirk at this moment) the ref wouldn't have looked away, giving Rock the opportunity to savagely attack me. I know technically I didn't beat Rock, but I have the title, and that is what is important."
"So that's the story you are going with."
To the left walks in the interim GM, Ric Flair. The 'WOO!'s from his supporters in the crowd can be heard all the way backstage, causing Kennedy to give a disgusting look at the direction of the stage. His face then changes to one of sorrow and guilt. Kennedy uses his acting classes again, for it looks like he is about to cry.
"I cannot lie to a man like you, Mr. Flair. Sixteen World Championship reigns, a Professional Wrestling Hall-of-Fame and Museum inductee, four wives, all come and gone. Such a man of class and honor. The Rock...attacked me and...is the stupidest man I know. (both Kennedy and Maria break up in laughter) You know what, I don't care how I won this title. I have it. The referee ruled me the winner of the match. Therefore, you cannot take away this belt from me."
"Of course I can't. You were called the winner of that match. That's why I'm putting you in another title match next week."
Flair smiles and emits a WOO! as shocked expressions appear on Mr. Kennedy and Maria's faces. Sweat drips down Kennedy's face and is wiped away swiftly. Kennedy stops and starts his mouth in order to find the right words.
"You can't...you don't...permission..."
"Umm, actually, I do. As GM, interim or not, I can book title matches and given time I want. And seeing as you are the Television Champion, it only seems fitting that you finally defend your title on television. Oh, and just to keep your guessing, I'm making it your match a Fatal 4-Way Match. You stole that match against The Rock. Next week, you better make sure nobody steals the title without pinning you. Good luck in your match tonight."
Flair walks off. Kennedy mocks his last sentence behind is back. He turns to Maria, and both of them look stressed. The camera then fades to...
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Mar 12, 13 at 3:56pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
The One Man Band
The one man southern rock band, Heath Slater, is walking down a corridor backstage. TCW interviewer Todd Grisham is rushing after him with a microphone, desperately trying to get a quick interview out of him. However, Heath seems determined to avoid Grisham. Eventually, he gives up and turns to face Grisham.
Heath Slater: Explain my actions? EXPLAIN MY ACTIONS!? What makes you think I need to explain my actions!? I thought my motivations were clear. Now, if you'll excuse me-
Heath Slater: I don't need to explain myself. After all, I'm the one man band so I never have to explain myself... about anything. Secondly, I have made it clear that I hate the Rock and it physically made me sick to think of him ever holding a title here in TCW. Luckily, I stepped in and he didn't win anything. Mr Kennedy retained and justice previaled. It's as simple as that. Now, I have a match to prepare for. I am going to fight Wade Barrett. He is an okay wrestler, but he isn't much of a challenge for me. After all, Wade Barrett isn't the one... man... baaaaaand...
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Mar 12, 13 at 4:10pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
"The Ruler And The Killer"
4 Wins | 0 Losses | 0 Draws
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The trees are rustling and the metal swing is swinging, creeking as it does so, as the eerie darkness covers the city. It is very late at night, or possibly even the earliest hours of the morning. Either, this park is all but deserted - the only occupants are the cold wind, the sparkling layers of ice on the ground, an indicator of just how cold it is, and Roman Reigns. The weight of his frame on the swing in this play park, where it looks like no one has played in a very long time, does not help it against the cold wind and it squeaks, and squeaks, and squeeeeeaks. Reigns is staring distantly into the horizon which somehow seems even more bitterly cold than his current location. For the first time since his debut in TWG he is not decked out in his armoured vest and trousers, but a black sheepskin coat. His long hair is tied back in a ponytail which hangs out the back of a beanie hat, and his cigarette is the only sign of illumination for miles around. Pitch black.
There is a slow, icy pause, as Reigns deliverates over the name and lets it sink in for those at home. It was just over a week ago that Roman Reigns took Hardy out, smashing him through the crowd barrier, and the daredevil hasn't been seen since.
Reigns nods his head, showing his appreciation for Hardy and his brother's style - Team Xtreme.
Reigns takes a final inhalation of his cigarette, slowly breathes it out, and drops the butt on to the ground.
From his inside breast pocket Reigns produces another cigarette, and he eyes it up for a second, before looking back at the camera.
Reigns pops the cigarette he had in his hand, and puls out a lighter, but before he ignites it he hesitates, and removes the cigarette from his mouth but keeps it in his hand.
Reigns lets out a sigh and rolls his eyes, and pops the cigarette back in his mouth. Just as he appears set to light it, a thought pops into his head and he removes it for the second time.
Reigns pulls the black beanie from his head and stuffs it into his coat pocket, and frees his hair from it's ponytail and it hangs loose.
For the third time a cigarette is popped into his mouth, and finally Reigns ignites it with a lighter.
Finished reciting his list, Roman inhales on the cigarette, pause, exhale. He takes another draw and then adds a final point.
Reigns stands from the swing and with it comes an eardrum penetrating creek. His six foot four frame is shown in all it's might as the camera zooms out to take him all in. As he walks off he thinks to himself.
As he scoffs off the idea The Boogeyman proposed earlier he half-coughs on his cigarette smoke, heading off into the horizon, illuminated by the moonlight from the dark night.
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Mar 12, 13 at 4:59pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Finisher: Depths of Despair (Face First Powerbomb)
The camera pans across the room, it is dark and the branches from the trees shatter off the glass windows. Sat in the darkness is boogeyman, sitting on his own with no disciple to be seen. There is a pungent stench of rotting corpses in the damp, squalid room. Boogeyman stand up from his seat, pushing the chair back with force as it crashes off the bricked wall. As he strides towards the camera he pauses before delivering his message....
"Reigns you talk a good game i'll give you that but the thing is YOU haven't faced anyone like ME before, not in TCW, not in the Samoan prison...... not EVER!!!
Pacing back and forward across the room a dark shadow figure appears in the corner of the camera before jolting into The Boogeyman's body, instantly his mannerism changes, he appears more volatile and again his voice is in a growl like roar....
"Skepticism is the sadism of embittered souls roman, and it's that skepticism you show towards me that has already taken over your soul, slowly but surely whittling you down to the point when you reach that ring tonight it will be a mere formality of me defeating you and ending your "streak". See it took me half a lifetime to realise that evil and depravity is one of the few guaranteed certainties in life. Sooner or later everyone is touched by it, and despite your naive and senseless hope that this time you will be spared its cold hand on your soul, think again roman."
Now stroking his chin with his hand The Boogeyman seems to be pondering something, he clicks his fingers as if he has remembered what he was going to say and with a blank and evil stare he continues.......
"I often wonder about death, i who may never know how it feels. It looks like ecstacy and tonight i will demonstrate on you Reigns, i want to see you gasp for air while i squeeze your neck with my hands, i want to feel your fingernails dig into my hand as you take your last breath. I was spared the wrath of true evil..... TONIGHT....... YOU WILL NOT"
And with that the The Boogeyman walks away and out of the door and heads towards the stage......
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Mar 12, 13 at 5:30pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
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Taz: Earlier tonight, interim GM Ric Flair announced a King of the Ring tournament to determine the number one contender for the TCW Heavyweight Championship. Also, TCW Champion Dean Ambrose will give a Championship Address tonight here in that ring! I can’t wait!
Booker T: As a past King of the Ring winner, I can asure you that a tournament like this can kickstart a legendary career.
Cole: Four matches will take place tonight and four next week for the first round of the tournament. Then, the eight winner will compete the following week, all leading up to the finals at the next TCW pay-per-view.
Booker T: And the first match of the tournament starts now.
Drew McIntyre vs. Daniel Bryan
First Round KOTR Match
McIntyre starts off the match by placing the significantly smaller Bryan in a headlock and punching him in the head. He tosses his opponent into the turnbuckle, who quickly runs back to McIntyre. The larger man easily handles Bryan with a big boot that sends him crashing down. McIntyre grabs ahold of Bryan and looks to perform a suplex, but once in the air Bryan reverses it into a bulldog. With McIntyre on the ground and himself in control of the match for the first time, Bryan takes a few steps back before striking McIntyre with a running knee to the head! Bryan then goes over to his opponent and places him into a surfboard submission hold. McIntyre tries turning himself and Bryan over, but to no avail. Soon, though, he manages to get a hand free and pound on Bryan's ribs. His opponent releases the hold, and McIntyre stumbles to the ropes to recover. Bryan runs at McIntyre again, but the larger man sees it and uses Bryan's momentum against him. Tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! McIntyre covers. 1...2.kick. Daniel Bryan will not be eliminated that easily. McIntyre drags Bryan to his feet and tries to throw him into a turnbuckle, but Bryan reverses it and McIntyre is the one thrown into the corner. Bryan takes a few steps backwards before striking McInyre with a dropkick into the turnbuckle. He again goes after McIntyre, but this time he just grabs him before hitting the belly-to-belly suplex! With McIntyre on his back, Bryan climbs the corner turnbuckle, measures the distance, and leaps for the diving headbutt. McIntyre manages to get out of the way at the last second, sending Bryan reeling in pain. Both men get to their feet, Bryan in much more pain than McIntyre. The Scot takes advantage of Bryan's mistake and easily hits Future Shock! He covers. 1...2...3! McIntyre wins by pinfall and enters the second round of the King of the Ring tournament.
Booker T: Yeah, I agree, he’s finally become a threat in this tournament!
Cole: I’m not too sure about that, but only time will tell!
Booker T: Dawg, you’re far too negative. Of course he’s a threat! Did you see that win?
Heath Slater vs. Wade Barrett
The match starts with the One Man Band pulling off some serious Air Guitar. Wade Barrett, who has been acting differently as of late, would have none of this foolishness. Not tonight. He charges at Slater, whose eyes got wide as he tried running from Barrett, but is instead hit with a clothesline by Barrett! Barrett lifts him right back off the mat, and drives hard fists into the abdomen of Slater, each blow breaking Slater’s defense down. When he’s satisfied, Barrett tosses Slater directly out of the ring, and turns his back to the outside to pump his fist (not to the crowd, but merely in a surge of pure adrenaline.) Slater, however, still has onto the ropes! He dangles off the ropes, attempting to skin the cat but can’t manage the upper body strength after the beating by Barrett. Just before he quits and falls to the arena floor, Barrett is suddenly on him, and pulls him through the ropes, setting him up perfectly so he’s sitting on the middle rope, and he drives his knees up into his face and chest! He takes a few steps back, raising his fist, before charging Slater with a huge boot… and Slater is kicked right out of the ring! The referee has time to count to seven, before Slater is to his feet. The redheaded rocker seems to think up a strategy, as he continues to stand outside, thinking of his approach to the match. He slides into the ring, and Barrett is on him almost immediately, but Slater rolls back out, resetting the count! Barrett will not be made a fool of, and chases Slater outside of the ring! Slater thinks better of engaging in a fight out here, as he knows he still has his tournament next week! Barrett chases Slater back into the ring, to be met with a dropkick! Slater’s outsmarted Barrett and ended his momentum in the process! Slater is on Barrett like a rabid dog, delivering fists, hurting Barrett, forcing him to try covering his face! Slater then drives his knee into the throat of Barrett, forcing the ref to break the hold with a four-count! As soon as Slater steps away, Barrett tries fighting to his feet with the help of the ropes, but Slater hits him with a knee from behind! And he climbs to stand onto his shoulderblades, pulling the ropes upwards for balance and pushing Barrett’s throat onto the ropes! The referee again has to call for the four-count, as Slater has Barrett extremely winded! As Barrett turns to Slater, he ducks under Slater’s clothesline, and Slater continues running, and as he rebounds, he’s hit with the Winds of Change! And Barrett makes the pin! One-Two-Three! Barrett wins!
Cole: Perhaps that’s a bad thing though! Look, they might’ve injured themselves tonight in this match!
Taz: I’m actually going to agree with you there Cole! Guys like Rhodes and Cesaro certainly lucked out by having such a hard fought match at Apocalypse! They get two weeks off, essentially! Let’s move on to this next match though!
CM Punk vs. Matt Hardy
First Round KOTR Match
The match begins as the two men circle each other, both seeking to execute their own unique fighting style against their opponent. CM Punk goes in and tries for a side-headlock, but Hardy counters by twisting his arm, and he locks it behind his back in an armwrench! But CM Punk uses his technical supremacy to twist his arm away, and twists Hardy’s arm in the same move. He transitions this armwrench into a major backdrop onto his own arm. Punk keeps on Hardy’s arm once he’s on the mat, twisting Hardy’s arm around his calf and… Punk drops hard on his back, further wrenching Hardy’s arm in a sickening twist! He lifts Hardy off the mat, hitting him with a hard chop to the chest – and another – followed by a spinning back chop – and finishing with a hard roundhouse to the previously injured shoulder! Hardy falls to his knees, and Punk goes for a hard quick roundhouse to the head, but Hardy ducks under it, and fires his shoulder into Punk’s abdomen, driving him back into the ropes! He fires punches into the gut of Punk, stands up, and performs a neckbreaker! Hardy is back to his feet, stretching out his arm, as Punk gets to his feet as well. The two tie up in the center of the ring, and Hardy quickly pulls Punk in for the Side Effect! But CM Punk won’t have it, and he brings a knee into Hardy’s stomach, and hits the beginning move into his Anaconda Vice! He continues wrenching on Hardy’s arm, while choking him out… And Matt Hardy taps out!
Taz: I’m going to agree with you there, again! He really had me going that he had it in him to win it, but he just couldn’t pull it off!
Booker T: I don’t know, that ending was a bit odd to me!
Taz: Well, Book, you know anything can happen in TCW!
Cole:Either way, he’s moving on to the next round!
Roman Reigns vs. The Boogeyman
The two superstars lock shoulders to begin the match. Boogeyman gains the upper hand and manages to suplex the much younger man. The Boogeyman then slaps Reigns repeatedly in the face, doing more damage to his ego than to his body. Roman finally has enough and grabs ahold of Boogeyman to toss him out of the ring. The Boogeyman's body hits the floor as Roman Reigns slides out of the ring. Reigns grabs his opponent and slams his head down twice onto the announcer's table before whipping him into a ring post. Reigns gets back in at the referee's count of six, and Boogeyman follows at eight. Reigns then tosses Boogeyman into a corner. He runs in for a corner splash, but the supernatural wrestler rolls out of the way in time to avoid the attack. With Reigns resting on the turnbuckle, Boogeyman uses the moment to pick up his opponent on his shoulders before powerslamming him back down to the ground. Boogeyman then climbs the corner and leaps down onto Reigns. Roman sees this and rolls out of the way with plenty of time. The Boogeyman hits his chest hard on the impact. Roman Reigns hoists Boogeyman onto his shoulders and hits a Samoan drop on the supernatural superstar. He then brings his opponent to his feet in order to strike at him with some uppercuts. The Boogeyman manages to catch one of the punches and wrings Reigns's arm the wrong way. Before letting go of the arm, The Boogeyman whips his opponent into the ropes. On his way back, Boogeyman outstretches his arm for a clothesline, but Reigns does not even see it as he hits him with a Spear out of nowhere! The exhausted Reigns falls on Boogeyman for the pin. 1...2...3! Roman Reigns picks up another victory, this time against The Boogeyman.
Cole:We’re chock full of those tonight! Really enjoying everything we’re seeing!
Taz: You’re not alone! These people are having a ball!
Cole: And that’s who it’s about, right? The people? Not these competitors killing themselves for victories?
Booker TAwww shut your mouth, Cole! You’ve never been in that ring, dawg!
Kurt Angle vs. The Rock
First Round KOTR Match
The bell rings, and the two superpowers from the past of wrestling butt heads! Angle, not showing a missing spring in his step, drops to his knees, and hugs the Rock’s legs together, taking him down to the mat. In his traditional wrestling form, he keeps his weight on the Rock at all times as he transitions from this takedown into a headlock facing the Rock. From here, he moves his grip down the body and has the Rock around his waist for a gutwrench, and stands up to flip the Rock with a Gutwrench Suplex! Rock quickly rolls out of the ring, breaking Angle’s momentum, but is back in the ring in a second. This time, the Rock isn’t about to allow Angle to utilize his moveset, and he delivers a clothesline to the Olympic Gold Medal winner. Angle flies back to his feet, and is met with a Samoan Drop from the Great One! The Rock gets to his feet as quickly as he can manage to avoid being on the mat with Angle, and delivers a few Earth-shattering stomps to the chest of Angle. He then lifts Angle back up, and sets him up for a Suplex, but Angle intuitively wraps his leg around the Rock’s so he can’t be lifted. Once the Rock loosens his grip, Angle quickly adjusts his arms and performs an over-the-head Belly-to-Belly Suplex that sends the Rock sailing across the ring! Both men appear winded, but less because of their age and more because of the toll they are taking on each other physically. Angle approaches the Rock as he’s getting back to his feet, and is met with a fierce right hand from the Great One! And another – Another! - The Rock then lifts his hand to the sky, gathering the “power” of the people, and delivering one final punch to Angle! Angle is down on the mat, and the Rock is quick to step over his head, before taking off his left elbow-pad, and throwing it into the crowd! He waves his arms back and forth, and takes off towards the ropes, then hopping over Angle’s downed body and returning to – NO! Angle is on his feet and stops The Rock with a hard punch to the head, before hitting the Angle Slam! Angle is on fire! The straps come down, and Angle steps to the feet of the Rock, grabbing his ankle! Angle Lock! He twists and writhes on the Rock’s ankle! And The Rock taps out! Angle wins, and advances to the Second Round of the tournament!
Taz: He is the kind of guy I can see winning this whole tournament.
Booker T: Now we've only seen three matches, but I'll agree with you there.
Cole: And we now enter the main event of the night...wait, hold on a moment.
The camera pans around the arena, showing the fans who are hotly anticipating the next contest in the King of the Ring series. The crowd is as loud as any crowd had ever been in Total Championship Wrestling. They knew in only a matter of weeks that they'd have a new number one contender to face the TCW World Heavyweight Champion, but there was one person they weren't exactly expecting to be entered in to the tournament. And that man was ready to make his mark in TCW.
The fans were getting restless, but just as they thought the next match was about to begin, the lights in the arena went out. The fans began cheering, wondering what exactly was happening. The flashes began all through the arena as the fans tried to bring some modicum of light to the arena. The big screen above the entrance way soon lit up, showing the number ten. Slowly, the countdown began. The fans counted along with the screen, getting progressively louder as the numbers dwindled away. "Three, two, one!" the fans yelled. A big red zero lit up the screen and began flashing. Not too long after a very familiar theme blasted through the arena's public address system.
The building erupts as the man himself, Batista, emerges from behind the curtains and on to the stage. He laps up the attention from the fans who are going wild, chanting Batista name. Batista does his trademark pyrotechnic on the ramp before heading down to the ring and sliding underneath the bottom rope. The fans become more ecstatic as Batista motion to them to make more noise. He heads over to the corner of the ring and collects a microphone from a stage hand. He finds himself back in the center of the ring as the fans continue to chant his name.
Batista: It's been a while since I've been in the middle of a squared circle, but damn it's good to be back!
The fans erupt all over again as Batista smiles to himself. He lifts the microphone to the air and points it in the direction of the four different sides of the ring, getting a larger cheer with each side he points to.
Batista: You see I caught the Apocalypse pay-per-view and I was watching these matches with some guys I know, and some guys I don't. And I thought to myself about how the times have changed since I was champion. Then I saw this Dean Ambrose guy holding the title and a realization entered in to my head that clicked and made me decide I had to come back...
The fans have remained fairly quiet, allowing Batista the precious time to speak. They now wait in bated breath to hear about what had caused his return to professional wrestling.
Batista: I realized that not a single guy in the back could hold my jockstrap from when I was in my prime. Not a single damn one. And that I had to be the guy that would bring prestige back to the art of professional wrestling.
The crowd are perplexed, they thought Batista had come back to be their saviour, but it turns out Batista was only in it for himself, again. The fans booed Batista as loudly as they could, but Batista just smiled to himself. But this only made the fans more angry. The booing continued.
Batista: I am here to rip through and destroy every single pathetic excuse for a "wrestler" this company decides to put in front of me and once again prove that I am the man that stands alone atop the food chain. And there's not a damn thing any of you pathetic people can do about it. The Animal is about to be unleashed... again!
Batista throws the microphone to the ground and heads to the back, leaving the fans enraged at his return to professional wrestling. The cameras cut to the announce team who recap what just transpired and lead us in to our next contest.
Taz: Aww, man, Batista’s back!
Booker T: Looks like it’s time for the animal to be unleashed again! Bad news!
Cole: Absolutely! Batista will no doubt take out a great deal of people in his second reign!
Santino Marella vs. Mr. Kennedy
First Round KOTR Match
The two men lock up, and Kennedy takes control early. He suplexes Santino before whipping him into a corner. He delivers a number of punches to Santino's stomach before hitting him with a shoulder block into the post. Kennedy then grabs Santino in a headlock, holds him down, then knees him in the face. He then whips Santino into the ropes, who comes back with a clothesline on the TV Champ. Santino goes on a furious rampage with a hip toss followed by a spinebuster. He then grabs ahold of Kennedy's head and jumps down for the bulldog. Santino wastes no time and puts Kennedy in an armbar. Mr. Kennedy screams aloud in pain and desperately claws for the ropes. He manages to grab onto one, but Santino does not let go until the ref's count of four. Kennedy slides under the ropes and onto the canvas for a breather as he examines his arm. Santino cuts it short by grabbing Kennedy's head and bringing down onto the ropes for a neckbreaker. Kennedy manages to hold onto the ropes and stay on the canvas. Santino gets back up and suplexes Kennedy back into the ring. With the TV Champ on the ground, the judo master takes full control of the match by punching Kennedy multiple times in the skull. He finishes this ground assault by dropping an elbow onto Kennedy's throat. Maria looks away as Santino picks Kennedy up and hits Death by Judo! Before he can pin Kennedy, the TV Champ rolls out of the ring. He yells at Maria to get the belt as he winces in pain. Maria comes running back at him with the Television Championship, gives it to him, and the two take a few steps towards the ramp. The referee's count is at seven when Santino jumps out of the ring to bring Kennedy back. He grabs ahold of the TV Champ and tosses him into a barricade, then a ring post. As Kennedy holds on to the ring post to keep himself from falling, Santino rams his opponent's head into the steel post. He then grabs ahold of him and hits Death by Judo on the steel steps! When the ref counts to eight, Santino throws Kennedy back into the ring. Instead of pinning him immediately, he waits for Kennedy to get to his feet, yelling at him to get up. Once he stands back up, Santino grabs ahold of him and hits the Rolling Black Out! Kennedy taps out immediately, but Santino does not let up on the hold until the TV Champ loses consciousness.
Taz: He was good, but I don't know if Santino was that good.
Booker T: Oh he's definitely in my Fav Five after that.
Taz: Yeah, yeah, everyone's in your Fav Five.
Cole: That was a great start to the King of the Ring tournament. And now, please join us in the ring, for TCW Champion, Dean Ambrose, where he will give his Champion’s address!
Sweet Dreams by Marilyn Manson plays out around the arena and the crowd immediately began to vocally show their disdain as they know it is time for Dean Ambrose's Champion Address. There is a delay of a few moments and the boos fill the arena, until finally Dean Ambrose emerges onto the stage, looking rather different. He is wearing the same leather jacket he is almost always sporting, and while a lot of his body is masked by bandages and he is hobbling, none of those are the things that look different about this pyschopath. It is the item draped over his shoulder...The World Heavyweight Championship. Ambrose makes his way to the ring in his trademarked odd mannerisms, more like a rabid dog than a human ready to snap at any of the fans he passes on his way down the ramp. He carefully props himself onto the apron and rolls beneath the bottom rope, clearly in too much pain to move normally. He hobbles over to Justin Roberts and forcefully whispers in his ear a command, which Roberts accepts and acts out.
Justin Roberts: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, please put your hands together for the winner of the Elimination Chamber and, subsequently, your NEW World Heavyweight Champion...Dean Ambrose!
Throughout the entire announcement Ambrose has a smirk on his face, staring at all areas of the audience and absorbing their boos, of which there are plenty. Quickly and suddenly he snaps and snatches the microphone from Roberts, who hurries from the ring.
Dean Ambrose: Alright alright that's enough from you. As you can see from my poorly condition, my dislocated collarbone and my broken ribs just to name a few of my ailments, I went through a war last Sunday night. I put my body on the line and I took a helluva beating...but as you can see from this beauty on my shoulder [Ambrose slaps the face of the title on his shoulder, but then winces as he does so] I AM THE NEW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION. I did it! I did what each and every one of you prayed I wouldn't. I beat Brian Kendrick. I I beat the Elimination Chamber. I AM THE NEW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!
Ambrose is almost spitting as he speaks with excitement, and breaks into a manic laugh as he realises what he is saying, as the situation sinks in - he is giving his champion's address. He can't laugh for long, however, as it quickly erodes into a smokers cough, highlighting the pain and suffering his body is still enduring a week after the Elimation Chamber matchup.
Dean Ambrose: And it came to my attention there was some sort of King of The Ring tournament to decide my next opponent, which I find quite redundant because I am the champion and therefore I am the King of this and every other ring in the world, but never the less, so be it. Congratulations to Kurt Angle. Maybe he'll get to face me again after qualifying tonight. Maybe it'll be Heath Slater I face at the Pay Per View? All I know is that...
???: It won't be any of them, Dean.
Ambrose is silenced by a voice from the PA System, and as he and the camera spin around to find the source of these words, the titantron changes and he appears on screen - bruised, battered but still wearing his fur coat - it's The Brian Kendrick! The crowd roar into delight at seeing the former World Heavyweight Champion, but Ambrose is less than delighted.
Dean Ambrose: Oh yeah? And why do you say that, hmmmm? You aren't even in the damn tournament, you're too messed up after what I did to you last week...hahaha!
Kendrick simply gives a sly smirk and looks into the ground.
The Brian Kendrick: You know, you're right about that, Dean...I am messed up.
He looks up and the camera sees Kendrick's face full for the first time - a deep cut above his eyebrow, a black eye, stitches across his forehead, and glassy eyes that would frighten anyone.
The Brian Kendrick: I'm more messed up than I've ever been. You robbed me of my title. Do you know what that title meant to me? DO YOU? You and that, that damn Ryback, you conspired together and took that title from me! I wasn't 100% going into that Chamber, and you can be damn sure I'm not 100% right now, so yeah, you're right, I'm not taking part in the King of the Ring tournament. Infact, I'm not even cleared to compete for another month.
Ambrose lets out a fake 'Aww' and tilts his head over exaggeratively, handing out a sarcastic sympathetic look to Kendrick on the titantron.
Dean Ambrose: You know, that's such a shame, because after all the fun I had with you in the Chamber, I would absolutely love to get to do it again! A shame, a real shame...
Ambrose's words only evoke a sinister grin from the bruised ex-Champion, and a little chuckle.
The Brian Kendrick: Y'know, I'm real glad to hear that Dean, because seeing as I'm not in the King of The Ring tournament, and seeing as I'm not able to compete until the next Pay Per View...I have already gone to Vince McMahon and cashed in my rematch clause for my world title, for a match with you at King In The Ring!
The crowd erupt and damn near blow the roof off the arena, while Ambrose for the first time in....well, ever, is left speechless!
The Brian Kendrick: See you then.
Before Ambrose can even get a reply in, the satellite feed cuts off and Kendrick is gone, and Ambrose is alone in the ring, surrounded by thousands of ecstatic fans. The TCW Logo shows in the corner, and the show ends.
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Mar 14, 13 at 6:02pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
1 - 2 - 0
I swear there was nothing better on that night. My sky plus catalogue was brimmed with re-runs of Holby City and if I had watched one more damn episode of Scrubs I would probably had done something rash like go to bed early on a Wednesday night. Sports, I thought. Sky Sports would keep me going. I'd just punched in the three digit channel code when the scene had opened on a well lit white room. It was fitted with white cabinets, the classic kind of fold out chair made popular by professional wrestling and a sickly green examination table with a paper white sheet stretched over it, the kind you found squashed into a the local leisure centre's first aid room.
I'm assuming that was what it was since Matt Hardy was sitting upright on the table shirtless and looking worst for wear. Ugly red welts blotched his chest and face and he was nursing his elbow as if he'd recently fractured it. The poor dear, I thought. The rotunda round faced idiot in a black shirt and white nitrate free gloves was giving him a once over with a stethoscope and grim expression.
'Well I'm no radiologist but I sure as heck don't need an X-Ray to tell you you shouldn't be going out to the ring tonight.'
I heard him say with a shake of his head. He folded up his stethoscope and dumped it in a cheap excuse for a first aid bag while Matt shot him one hell of a disgusted look.
'You honestly think your opinion is going to keep me out of the ring?'
He wheezed, god did he sound terrible. He learned forward and covered his mouth with his good hand. The sound that came next would have got a funeral director's hopes up; deathly, at best. The doc's expression darkened, and his voice grew hoarse.
'Look Matt if you're not going to take your sick leave from me then I can get someone with a bigger pay cheque to pull you out of tonight's match. You're not cleared to compete, period!'
Matt had already rolled his eyes and lifted himself off the table, wincing slightly from the effort but still proudly doing his best to make it look like he was bored of the lecture. I gave him credit, if he were actually in pain he was selling it like a pro.
'Appreciate the advice doc,' He reached to pull on his shirt, 'now you going to write me up a prescription or am I free to go about my business?'
'What business?' Doc shouted, sounding ever so slightly more peeved with each sentence.
Matt rounded on him. The bored look on his face had shifted to something more like confusion, as if he had just heard the day's most stupid question. He hesitated, raised a brow, then pointed a finger to the doc's gut.
'You know who I am right?'
Matt stabbed his finger at the doc's portly little gut as he spoke and he instinctively backed off a step before saying anything else. I could hear the crowd 'ooh' somewhere in the ambiance, like a playground audience leaning in to watch a fight. The doc held up his hands in what I thought could have been an attempt to apologise or raise some kind of feeble anti-violence protection spell. That was, after all, the kind of bullshit one would have learned from working in the medical profession – such a pity it never actually seems to work.
'Look, I get it. Honestly I know you think you've got something to prove, that's just who you are! You're out to get a point across but my point is that ever since you came up against Roman Reigns you - '
But Doc realised his mistake far too late and Matt was already on him. Hand clawed around his stubby neck and injured arm cocked back and ready to pummel. The atmosphere twisted, and suddenly I was watching a Matt Hardy I didn't recognise.
'Roman Reigns,' he muttered, but then grew louder and more angry. 'Is the damn reason why I have something to prove! He thinks he can destroy me? He thinks he can me? Me: the man who will not die? That's why I'm going out there tonight. That is why Matt Hardy is going out there tonight, to show Roman Reigns that he hasn't killed me yet. Nobody can kill me; nobody!'
Matt released his hold on Doc with a gentle shoved that sent the large man reeling back and sprawling against the wall for support. The camera panned, cropping Matt out of the frame, and took a closer look at the shocked, panicked and relieved expressions flashing on the Doc's face. It stayed there for a moment, focused on Doc as the crowd slowly crept out of it's stunned silence.
Then, suddenly, Doc threw up his arms, drew up his knee and turned away as he curled up into a defensive position and the camera panned out to show a returning Matt Hardy, armed with the chair I had noticed earlier in his good hand. The crowd gasped and Matt closed in and jabbed a finger into the Doc's wobbling jowls.
'When he wakes up, say hey to Roman for me.'
I watched Matt turn away and vanish once again off camera, this time armed with a steel chair, as the Doc sagged against the wall and slumped slowly to the floor. Relieved that his ordeal had passed, for a time at least.
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Mar 15, 13 at 6:09pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
An all new song plays loudly over the PA System, with a loud techno buzz exploding followed by the lyrics opening.
“I’m waking up to ash and dust
I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust.”
Many are purely curious to see who will forever proceed this new song, as Cody Rhodes steps onto the stage to a hearty chorus of jeers. He had taken a much needed week off, after winning that brutal match up against Antonio Cesaro, and here he was tonight. He looks just as Dashing as ever, bruises healed in his week off, as he walks down the ramp to the tempo of the music now blaring into the ears of all who can hear it. As he’s entering the ring, the song proclaims “Welcome to the New Age,” and a smile comes to the face of Rhodes. This would be, in fact, a New Age. He entered into the ring, and gave Lillian Garcia a quick look over, to which she actually blushed and shied away. Many men in the crowd grew insanely jealous that Cody seemed to have won over Lillian Garcia, by his looks alone. And that knowledge infuriates those in attendance. Jealousies are harbored and are the fuel for the deafening boos across the arena. He now has a microphone in his hand, and pulls it to his glossed lips, pulling a smile.
And what stands in my way, besides an untalented bloke of a man, Wade Barrett? Wade’s tenure in this company has been impressive. He’s doubled my winning record, for Christ’s sake! But he’s also lost almost as many matches to those more talented than him. That’s something I’ve noticed about Wade Barrett – He doesn’t have what it takes to win anything more than small victories! We’re talking about a man whose biggest claims to fame in recent weeks have been knocking out Charles Robinson and being the first eliminated in the Elimination Chamber! [Rhodes looks to the ground, shaking his head. He pulls the microphone away for a second, and says something inaudible that resembles ‘undeserved opportunities.’] And Wade Barrett, with your crooked face and your bad British teeth, can you really see yourself as the King? Can you really see yourself with that crown on your head, scepter in hand, eyes watching over this kingdom that you don’t deserve? Can you possibly imagine some ugly Brit as the King during the Age of Rhodes? Newsflash, Barrett! You've already been exposed to my new monarchy! Once the pieces fall into place, I can climb into the throne that already belongs to me!”
Rhodes raises his arms over his head, and creates a mock crown above his head, before lowering it down right above his sculpted haircut. He then lets out another deep cackle, and shifts his weight between his feet, a sinister smile on his face.
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Mar 17, 13 at 1:57pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Finisher: Apocalypse Rising (Double Arm Underhook DDT)
Another roller coaster edition of TCW Warzone rolls on. As the last segment featuring Cody Rhodes and his stunning new entrance we go ring side where we are greeted with Michael Cole, Taz and the 5 time WCW champion, Booker T.
Michael Cole: Ladies and gentleman the TCW crowd are pumped up for tonight's event here in Tucson, Arizona. The action keeps coming your way and next up we will hear from Drew McIntyre fresh from his victory last week against Daniel Bryan
Taz: McIntyre has one hell of an opportunity tonight in a fatal four way match for the prestigious TCW Television Championship
Booker T: The thing is though dawg, Drew Mac is in there with stiff competition from CM Punk, the always exciting El Generico and of course The Champ himself Misterrrrrrrrrr Keneddyyyyyyyy!!
Michael Cole: Remember the champ does not need to be pinned to lose the title under the fatal four way rules, but I have a feeling that Kennedy and Maria may have a few tricks up their sleeves.
What´s that metronome I hear, perhaps the end is drawing near. You never hear the shot that takes you down.....OUT OF TIME....SO SAY GOODBYE.....
Suddenly the mood changes in the McKale Center changes as Drew McIntyre's music blasts round the arena. The TCW universe stand to their feet and begin to boo and jeer as The Sinister Scotsman makes his way out onto the ramp. McIntyre could feel every eye in the arena on him. Every dirty look. Every hatful comment from the fans in the first few rows but he didn't care. He actually enjoyed it. He thought to himself as he slowly made his way towards the ring that none of these inbreds would stand a chance against him. He scanned the front rows, staring people in the face, wishing someone would jump the barrier so he could knock them out and make an example of them. But to his dismay noone made that audacious move. McIntyre slowly climbs the steps and enters the ring.
Drew McIntyte: Cm Punk......El Generico.....Ken Kennedy......You three men are about to face on of the most sick and twisted minds ever to set foot in the world of professional wrestling. I am no normal man. I am the bringer of the end of the world. A vessel designed to inflict pain and punishment on mere mortals such as yourself. Phil , yes you CM Punk, I'm talking to the man, not the gimmick. If I were you I would stay clear of me this evening. If I were you I would get back on that plane before I do some serious damage to you like taking every single one of your ugly tattoos off your flesh with a large cheese grater! Everything about your existence offends me and if I see fit I will end you on the spot! El Generico, you walk around here wearing a mask to hide your identity. For your countries heritage and tradition. Once your carried from MY ring tonight you will need that mask to hide your smashed up disfigured face. Children will scream and cry when they see your jaw hanging off with little teeth left.
The fans boo loudly. One fan goes as far as to throw his beverage into the ring but this just fuels the fire in McIntyre. He wonders what the freaks in the crowd do at home. If they have kids. If their lives are as miserable as they should be. McIntyre chuckles at the thought before continuing on
Drew McIntyte: Mr Kennedy, The TCW television champion. The man who has it all. The belt. The money and the beautiful Maria. Tell me Ken, how much are you paying that tart to go to bed with you at night! Yes you are the Television Champion, which means you have a big target on your back! A target that I'm going to stick my butchers knife deep inside. I had a dream where i cut a hole in your back and attached your spine onto a fishhook and ripped it out through the hole. I watched your body crumble and your blood spill! You think you know every dirty trick in the book but you've not dealt with anyone as unhinged as me. You haven't dealt with anyone as evil as me. You haven't dealt with anyone who is willing to end your life and your career without a second thought. Tonight you come face to face with the end of the world. You will perish in a black hole of your own pain and suffering while I stand over you, choking you with my bare hands, watching while the colour drains from your face and the blood from your body spills onto the canvass beneath my feet. It is then I will raise MY Television title high above my head and you will become a distant memory.
McIntyre pauses for a moment allowing everyone in attendance to digest his words. Give them time to process it in their tiny brains. Out the corner of his eye he can see Michael Cole ranting and waving his hands. Probably moaning about McIntytre. Good, give the little bitch something to moan about. Maybe once McIntyre was champion he would slap Cole silly with the strap of his Television Championship belt. With that thought still in his mind Drew McIntyre walked over to the right hand corner of the ring and climbed the ropes to sit on the top turnbuckle.
Drew Mcintyre: Now for all those who don't believe these prophases I would like to ask you to cast your eyes up to the big screen where I will show you what happens to you ingreats that don't believe in the power of Drew McIntyre
A video package airs of last weeks Warzone match up between Drew McIntyre and Daniel Bryan. The video shows four different replay angles of Bryan being dropped skull first. Blood pouring from a large gash in his forehead and McIntyre standing over a lifeless Daniel Bryan's body. The video package ends with a picture of Daniel Bryan with R.I.P under his picture. Back in the ring McIntyre has his trademark smirk on his face clearly pleased with his actions.
Drew McIntyre:I told Daniel Bryan my apocalypse was coming for him. He didn't believe me and you just saw what happened. Daniel Bryan is not here tonight because he is either lying in a hospital bed or in the morgue! Punk, Generico.....Kennedy. Tonight you feel the wrath of evil, the power of death and I, Drew McIntyre, become The TCW Television Champion!
McIntyre steps down from the turnbuckle and exits the ring via the top rope. As he drops to the floor he remembers Michael Cole's comments before that he wasn't a threat. Walking slowly towards the announce table he stares straight into the eyes of Cole who looks white as a ghost, unable to move with fear. Feeling his right hand twitching McIntyre knew he couldn't leave ringside without letting Cole know what he thought of him. Cole deserved it. The decision was made. McIntyre grabbed Cole by the ears and smashed his face off the announce table barley missing the monitor. Then with one swift motion punched the lead commentator just below the left eye. McIntyre could see Booker T and Taz spring up to defend Cole. That was fine. He had made his point. Their time would come. Just not tonight. McIntyre slowly backs away from the announce table. Carefully climbed over the security barrier as the security team struggle to hold back the angry fans. Slowly he raised one arm in the air, fist clenched, he was ready for the biggest match of his TCW career to date
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Mar 18, 13 at 2:25am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
First Round KOTR Match
Antonio Cesaro vs Batista
Antonio Cesaro has fallen on bad times. His career was supposed to be going on the up, but instead it is going downhill and there is nothing he can do to stop it. He was meant to be on the top right now, but thanks to some recent defeats everything has changed. Antonio Cesaro needs a victory tonight, Antonio Cesaro needs to find success here or it is game over for him. Antonio Cesaro music then blasts out of the stage as Antonio Cesaro walks out onto the main stage. A serious look on his face as he then removes his hands from behind his back to reveal a microphone. He was not going to taunt, he was not going to head down to the ring he was going to speak and get it over and done with. The fans would boo him loudly as he ignores them and then speaks down into the microphone.
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Mar 18, 13 at 9:37am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Rolling Black Out (Rolling DDT Guillotine) | Death by Judo (Tazplex)
The show comes back from a commercial break and we are centered into the ring. Already in the squared circle is former world title challenger Santino Marella. The Italian Stallion is pacing the ring with a microphone in his hand. One would assume that anyone wearing what Santino is wearing, a plain grey hooded sweat shirt and black work out pants, would be relaxed and comfortable, but nothing could be further from the truth right now. Santino is very anxious and it shows very well tonight. The Italian One soon comes to a stop a little off center in the ring and begins to address the crowd.
Santino: Last week I got a small piece of redemption. Last week I put to rest the stories and the lies that everyone has been saying that I was a fluke. Last week I defeated the Television Champion Mr. Kennedy and put him to sleep right here in the center of this ring!
The black eye that plagued Santino last week has severely decreased in size the color is now more of a yellow with spots of purple. Even though it has improved you can still see the pain in his eyes as his voice got louder.
Santino: I lost to that man two months ago to lose my title and last week I proved that I was not the fluke, but rather Mr. Kennedy was. Tonight I plan on doing much of the same. Tonight in this ring I am going to show everyone why I am the true World Champion when I choke out Dean Ambrose.
There seems to be a mixed reaction to that. There are the people that hate Ambrose and would love to see him get choked out, but then there are the people that love Ambrose that would hate it. On the other side of the coin though are the people that love Santino and would love for him to never lose, but again there are those that hate him and don’t want him to succeed at anything. It’s a very odd reaction that was just given, almost as if every single person in the arena had a differing opinion on the two men.
Santino: Ambrose I want to apologize to you for what’s going to happen tonight, but first I want to apologize to the fans. I am apologizing to you fans and to the big wigs that have booked this rematch between Ambrose and Kendrick because I am going to ruin that match tonight. Ambrose versus Kendrick, the match that everyone wants to see…. Well NOT ME!
There is a more defined reaction this time as most, if not all of the people in the arena are booing Santino.
Santino: Do you people think I care about your dream match? No I don’t. I only care about one thing and that’s putting that strap around my waist where it belongs. I am going to break your Champion tonight. I’m going to break his spirit, his bones, and destroy his chances of being medically cleared to compete ever again. The pain and suffering you felt at Elimination Chamber is nothing compared to the pain I am going to bring you tonight. I want my revenge Dean, you stole my spot, and my title and I want them back and I am not going to stop coming at you until I either get what is mine or I am dead.
Santino drops the microphone and kicks it out of the ring. He doesn’t make another sound or even look at a single camera as he quickly exits the ring and heads to the back.
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Mar 18, 13 at 1:55pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
CM Punk Last week i think i proved what i could do when in a ring...and this
upcoming title match featuring (In a sarcastic tone) Mrrrrrr Kennnadeyyyy!, The generic luchador El Generico...(Singing) Ole, Ole Ole Ole! Ole....Ole and .......and a man i share a past with. Drew, get ready to get your face kicked in! by my feet!.....Don't forget my fists aswell. Your future TV Champion and King Of The Ring...CM...Punk!
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Mar 18, 13 at 5:28pm ^The Animal is in the building!
The camera pans around the arena briefly as TCW's Warzone is well and truly underway! The raucous crowd is already hyped up for a night of intense wrestling action! The first round of the King Of The Ring tournament continues tonight with another eight combatants looking to advance and eventually declare themselves the true King of the Ring! The camera pans down to the announcer booth where we're joined by Taz, Michael Cole and Booker T!
The trio recap last week's events including the return of "The Animal", Batista. Booker T briefly hypes up Batista's in-ring return later tonight before segueing in to a video recap of Batista's return. Upon completion of the video, the crowd can be heard booing rather loudly. They are soon all cut off by the theme of Batista, as "The Animal" appears on the stage dressed rather sharply in his suit and sunglasses. The Animal smirks as he strolls down to the ring on his own time, ignoring the fans who want a high five from the former World Champion. Batista circles the ring, and collecting a microphone from one of the staff. He walks up the steps and slowly climbs in to the ring. The Animal looks around the arena before removing his sunglasses and clipping them on to his suit pocket.
Batista: I see you're all still a little sour about last week. Well get over it! In case I didn't make myself clear last week, I'm not here to please or entertain you people. I'm here for me. I'm here to be the best and tonight I will begin proving it.
The crowd's emotions begin to get the better of them as they let Batista know how they feel, starting a rather large "Batista Sucks" chant that echoes around the arena. Batista shakes his head while chuckling to himself. He puts his hands on his side and looks at the fans, still shaking his head.
Batista: You people just don't get it do you? I don't care about you! I don't care about what you think! You think I suck? Good! Continue to think that! I don't care! I have never cared, and I never will!
The live crowd in Tucson don't seem to care about Batista's lack of caring as the chanting continues. The crowd are really laying in to Batista here. But like he said, he just doesn't care. He doesn't react to their heckling. He raises the microphone back to his lips and proceeds to continue, attempting to talk over the rather loud chant.
Batista: Tonight, I face some guy I've never even heard of. What's his name again? Antonio Cesaro? Right. That guy. Tonight is my debut match here in TCW, and my first stop on the road to becoming the most prestigious TCW World Heavyweight Champion of all time. You see this Cesaro guy came out here earlier and mouthed off about meaning "serious business" and how "tonight is Antonio Cesaro night". I hate to break it to you Antonio, but tonight is not your night. The only things you're going to have tonight are my fist through your face, your back flat on the mat and the sound of my music playing as you stare upwards at the lights and think about where you went wrong. But I can tell you now what the mistake you're going to make is... Do you want to know what that mistake is Antonio?
The crowd reply to Batista's question with a loud "No!" chant. Batista scoffs at the fans as they continue to chant repeatedly at Batista, pointing skywards as they do so, much like Daniel Bryan.
Batista: It's a good thing I didn't ask you idiots then, isn't it? Antonio, the mistake you're going to make tonight is walking out from behind those curtains, coming in to the ring and thinking you stand a chance against a competitor of my calibre. I am the biggest mountain you've ever had to climb, and as it turns out, you're not a very good climber.
The crowd laugh at Batista's terrible insult towards Cesaro. Batista sways his head in a cocky manner, grinning at the same time. He thought he was quite clever but the fans weren't having a bar of it. They continued to let Batista have it, giving him as hard a time as they possibly could, but Batista, still unfazed, just continued on.
Batista: Tonight is the beginning of the end for all superstars in TCW. Once I get crowned the rightful King of the Ring, and use my deserved chance at the World Heavyweight Championship to become the champion... no superstar will ever touch that title again. Once I'm in possession of that belt, I will never let go. Because you see that's what it takes to be a true champion. And ladies and gentlemen, whether I have a belt or not, I am a true champion. And there's not a damn thing anyone can do about it, least of all Antonio Cesaro.
Batista throws the microphone to the ground as his music hits. The crowd have not missed a beat in the booing of Batista, as he makes his way up the ramp and disappears behind the curtain, allowing Warzone to continue on to its next segment.
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Mar 19, 13 at 9:10am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
"Sir" William Regal
Finishers: Power of the Punch, Regal Plex.
New entrance music plays on the War-Tron signalling the possibility of a new superstar for the Warzone. For the first few seconds excitement builds as well as optimism in the fans reactions. Could it be a brand new superstar unknown to the fans and the wrestling world?, could it be a legend entering the Warzone promising excitement and entertainment the likes of which TCW has never seen?
The excitement and optimism quickly drains from the Warzone as the music although new to the Warzone has an all too familiar ring to it from past wrestling promotions down the years. The War-Tron confirms the fans disappointment and it's revealed that this is the debut of "The British Blue Blood", "Sir William Regal". A Chorus of boo's quickly builds in the arena.
As the boo's grow stronger Regal appears from the curtain and stands on the entrance stage. He looks up at the crowd, listens to the boo's in the crowd with a smile across his face. He closes his eyes for a second and takes in the reaction.
"Sir" William Regal poses for a second showing off his elegant Gold and Black robe, seemingly fit for anyone of Regals Royal stature. He stops and begins to address the crowd.
Regal: I would come down to the ring to address you all on my debut in this "company", if it can really call itself an actual wrestling company. All I see so far is a roster full of pretenders. Not one person back there is good enough to lace up my boots, never mind get in the ring with the likes of me, "Sir" William Regal. No, I will not come into that ring today as I don't want to sully my boots treading where so much failure and disappointment has taken place tonight.
Cole: That's really not the best first impression a debutant to the Warzone could make, but quite frankly I don't think he gives a damn.
Booker T: Dawg, He will want to give a damn when some of the guys in the back get there hands on him in the coming weeks.
Cole: Maybe he honestly believes he's as good as he says he is, I know I believe him.
Taz: You would, I hope you both get what's coming to you.
Regal: I really don't understand all the jeering, I would of thought a wrestling royal such as myself, a master technician in the old British way would be adored by the likes of you lot, used to seeing such pitiful displays of "wrestling". Like everyone else before you, you will all come around and you all will shower me with your praise and admiration. I want to add that those fellows in the back are lucky I didn't sign quick enough to enter the King of the Ring. That title, "King of the Ring" is only fit for someone of my caliber and a title that I've held in the past. Whomever wins it should wish he doesn't fail to meet it's high standards otherwise they will have to answer to the "Power of the Punch".
Regal: I do believe there maybe a way to rescue this company, there are one or two of you in the back I see that have a lot of potential, yet to be realized. I see it as my duty to hand down my phenomenal skills to a select few who deserve it in this company. I will be keeping a keen eye on things this week to see who deserves my help. To the rest of you misfits in the back, watch out I'm here to dish out pain, I'm here to collect championships and I'm here to win.
William Regal drops the mic and heads into the back leaving the fans and no doubt a lot of talent in the back more than just a little bit pissed off.
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