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Jan 22, 13 at 4:09pm ^Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
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Total Championship Wrestling
As many of you already know, roleplays have long been a part of the Interactive Roleplay Forum, going back a decade. A relatively long break from the scene means there is a new hunger to roleplay from people both new and old in this community, and this is where TCW comes in.
Total Championship Wrestling is the first wrestling roleplay in the IRP, and on neoseeker as a whole, for eight months. Many of the veteran members of the forum will be able to tell you that this is almost unheard of, but activity reached a low and it was decided to put roleplaying on an indefinite break. That break is now over, and TCW aims to give everybody the fun, creative experience that they deserve. The roleplay promotes creativity, working together as a team to create fun and exciting storylines, and helps people hone their writing ability in general. But above all else, TCW promotes fun. The whole aim of the roleplay is for people to have something that they enjoy to do in their downtime, and if you’re not enjoying it, someone isn’t doing their job right. I hope you all have a good time in TCW, and I look forward to reading all of your creative and exciting storylines!
Below are a few simple rules that we request people abide by. We aren’t going to rip your head off if you make the mistake once or twice if you’re new, but if you consistently break the rules we may need to consider whether or not you’re in the roleplay.
So, how do I get started?
For the majority of you at this stage, this won’t apply. But for anybody who missed the signup thread, all you need to do is PM myself or Smell The Chiken and we will make sure you are added to the roster.
Simply entitle your message [Signup], and state what unoccupied character or diva you would like to take on. We will get you added to the roster as soon as we possibly can, and you can be on your way roleplaying in no time.
Participation and Quality
Wrestling roleplays have long sought an optimal level of activity for its players. In TCW, we want activity, but we want decent activity. Quality OVER Quantity. Numerous, but low-quality roleplays will obviously have a harder time stacking up next to better written pieces, even though there may be less of them. Simply putting words together isn't enough, it's how you use them to your advantage. It is your goal to make the reader believe in your character. Knowing this will take you quite far in roleplaying.
In line with the quality over quantity thought process, we’re going to be implementing a roleplay limit in TCW. It’s nothing too strict, with a counted limit of three roleplays a week for a normal weekly show, and four for a Pay Per View, unless you and your opponent between you agree on a higher or lower limit, and both of you PM myself or Smell the Chiken with the arrangement.
[Voiceless Edit]: After a recent miscommunication, I'm going to go ahead and say that if you break the roleplay limit, without getting the okay from the authorities, it WILL count against you.
Leave of Absence
Real life can get in the way, we get it. If this happens and you can’t roleplay, simply PM one of the authorities and let us know. If you let us know, we don’t get annoyed.
The maximum time you can use on any given hiatus is ONE MONTH. Your character will be held frozen until the one month date. Unfortunately, if you have not yet returned by that point, your character(s) will become a free agent(s), available for the taking by absolutely anyone interested. If you return three months later, and said character is vacated, you can take them back, no questions asked.
ALWAYS INFORM! - Nothing pisses us off more than someone who carelessly leaves. Your character suffers needless losses, and effort is spent writing matches for someone who fails to compete. If you fail to inform us of your departure, you do not get a month. Depending on the circumstances and actions, you may lose your character in two weeks. If you come back to find you’ve been let go, you may also find we’ve imposed a suspension and you can’t pick up another character until the suspension has expired.
What can I do if I'm unhappy?
If you feel unsatisfied with the company, whether it be a bad call, problems with another roleplayer, or just need a private consult, feel free to contact us. We will get back to you as soon as possible. Rest assured that both of us will see your message and discuss it. Also, do not be afraid to call one of us out if you feel one of us may be the problem. We are mature people, and we can take a bit of criticism. Simply be respectful and honest.
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That’s about it! If you have any further questions, feel free to PM us, or ask in the general discussion. We’ll be happy to get back to you and answer any questions as soon as we can.
Credit to Disenchanted for rules post.
Edit: May 14, 13 5:18pm
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Jan 22, 13 at 4:09pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
D. Staff List
E. Tag Teams & Stables
F. Title Histories
G. Storylines & Archive
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The Voiceless’s Profile
Smell The Chiken’s Profile
Chief Operating Officer
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Vince McMahon - Chairman - Face - 0/0/0
Paul Heyman - General Manager - Heel - 0/0/0
Santino Marella - Homicide - Face - 10/6/2
Dean Ambrose - Oxygen - Heel - 12/0/0
Antonio Cesaro - Ada 2 - Heel - 15/12/0
Alex Shelley - Disenchanted - Face - 3/2/0
Carlito - Maski - Face - 1/2/0
Edge - Bri - Face - 0/0/0
Jayson Anthony Paul - Smell the Chiken - Face - 4/2/0
John Cena - killer iPod - Face - 1/2/0
Kane - Disenchanted - Face - 4/2/0
The Undertaker - Jaffers - Face - 4/1/0
Wade Barrett - M_N_M48060 - Face - 4/2/0
Curt Hawkins - The Rock 13 - Tweener - 1/0/0
Ken Kennedy - timberwolf2002 - Heel - 1/5/0
Alberto Del Rio - Province - Heel - 4/5/0
Bray Wyatt - Jord22 - Heel - 2/0/0
Brock Lesnar - the_REAL_zwarrior - Heel - 4/1/1
Christian - Suzaku_Firebird - Heel - 4/3/0
CM Punk - Jaffers - Heel - 4/3/0
Cody Rhodes - The Voiceless - Heel - 9/5/0
John Morrison - Smell The Chiken - Heel - 1/3/0
Kyle O'Reilly - ShadowStarX - Heel - 2/5/0
Ted DiBiase - dugarry - Heel - 0/0/0
Triple H - Shiny - Heel - 3/2/0
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Total Championship Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship
Current Champion: Oxygen - Dean Ambrose
Reign Began: Apocalypse
Total Championship Wrestling Television Championship
Current Champion: CM Punk
Reign Began: No Mercy
Total Championship Wrestling Tag Team Championships
Current Champion: The Brothers of Destruction
Reign Began: No Mercy
Money In The Bank
Current Holder: Alex Shelley
» Staff List:
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» Tag Teams & Stables:
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The Brothers Of Destruction - Kane & Undertaker - Jaffers & Disenchanted
John Morrison & Dolph Ziggler - Morrison & Ziggler - StraightEdgeXSavior & Smell The Chiken
Evolution - Triple H, Antonio Cesaro, & Cody Rhodes - Shiny,ADA 2, and The Voiceless
» Title Histories:
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TCW World Heavyweight Championship:
1. Dean Ambrose, Roleplayed by Oxygen
2. The Bryan Kendrick, Roleplayed by Disenchanted
3. Derrick Bateman, Roleplayed by Bobbpugg5
TCW Television Championship:
1. CM Punk, Roleplayed by Jaffers
2. Jayson Anthony Paul, Roleplayed by STC
3. Damien Sandow, Roleplayed by Jord22
4. Drew McIntyre, Roleplayed by Cairnage
5. Ken Kennedy, Roleplayed by Smell The Chiken
6. Santino Marella, Roleplayed by Homicide
7. Wade Barrett, Roleplayed by Suzaku_Firebird
TCW Tag Team Championships:
1. Kane & Undertaker, Roleplayed by Jaffers & Disenchanted
» Storylines & Archive:
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Only the best storylines will be archived. The archive will be used at the end of the year to look back at potential nominees when doing the awards for the year. It will also serve as a reminder for other people, to see what they should be aspiring to with their own feuds.
Evolution: In its incarnation, Evolution stood as Cody Rhodes, Randy Orton, Triple H, and Batista. Since then, both Orton and Batista have proven unworthy, and have been uncerimoniously dumped from the team. In the casting away of Batista, we saw Antonio Cesaro return to make short work of The Animal, which garnered a spot for Cesaro in the stable. Since then, Evolution has been on a rampage - rising through the ranks of the tag team division, destroying Finlay in his home country, and defeating the King of TCW - Santino Marella - in 6-Man-Tag-Team Competition. What's next for the trio?
Ric Flair and Cody Rhodes: When Cody Rhodes made his triumphant debut in Total Championship Wrestling, he did so in a huge fashion. For weeks, he targeted Alex Riley, after brutally assaulting Ric Flair backstage, and this targeting of Riley culminated in Rhodes possibly putting Alex Riley out of commission for the rest of his career. Upon Ric Flair's return, Mr. McMahon put him in charge. His sole purpose became to punish Cody Rhodes. But at the King of the Ring, Cody Rhodes got Flair to accept a challenge to a match that put both of their careers on the line. Cody Rhodes defeated Flair, and sent him away from TCW forever.
The Union: After Brian Kendrick defeated Ryback at the Pay Per View to gain entry into the TCW Championship series, he was booked to face John Cena in his opening series match. Paul Heyman insisted that he needed something a little bit extra to defeat the multiple time World Champion, and agreed to help him out and organise some backup if he agreed to take on Heyman as his manager. Kendrick ultimately agreed, and the backup turned out to be none-other-than Ryback, who interfered in the Main Event match and allowed Kendrick to get a pinfall victory over John Cena, a momentous moment in his career. The following week, CM Punk was subjected to a vicious assault by the newly named 'Union', and offered a place in the stable. He made it quite clear that he wasn't interested in joining, but is this just the beginning of a serious problem between the Union and CM Punk?
Dean Ambrose and Alex Riley: The Most Dangerous Man in TWC is a man on a mission. He's bringing about a revolution to the wrestling industry, hoping to wipe certain types of wrestlers from the face of the business altogether. He has attacked Taz and Terry Funk with a railroad spike. Enter Alex Riley, a stereotypical "hero". Riley's ways deeply contrast Dean's, which sets them apart, and has brought about a few matches that have gone both ways. Dean Ambrose crossed the line when he kidnapped Alex Riley's girlfriend, Layla, which set A-Ry over the edge...
>>Credit to the TWE management for the layout.
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Jan 22, 13 at 4:10pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
WarZone; Week One
WarZone; Week Two
WarZone; Week Three
WarZone; Week Four
WarZone; Week Five
WarZone; Week Six
WarZone; Week Seven
WarZone; Week Eight
WarZone; Week Nine
WarZone; Week Ten
WarZone; Week Eleven
WarZone; Week Twelve
WarZone; Week Thirteen
WarZone; Week Fourteen
WarZone; Week Fifteen
WarZone; Week Sixteen
WarZone; Week Seventeen
WarZone; Week Eighteen
Warzone; Week Nineteen
Warzone; Week Twenty
Warzone; Week Twenty One
Warzone; Week Twenty Two
Warzone; Week Twenty Three
Warzone; Week Twenty Four
Warzone; Week Twenty Five
Warzone; Week Twenty Six
Warzone; Week Twenty Seven
Pay Per View Archive
Path To Glory
King of the Ring
TCW WarZone Schedule
[strike]10/8/2012 Phillips Arena, Atlanta, GA
10/15/2012 Adolf Rupp Arena, Lexington, Kentucky
10/22/2012 American Airlines Center, Miami, FL
10/29/2012 Amway Center, Orlando, FL
11/5/2012 New Orleans Arena, New Orleans, LA
11/12/2012 Bud Walton Arena, Fayettville, AK
11/19/2012 AT&T Center, San Antonio, TX
11/26/2012 Toyota Center, Houston TX
12/3/2012 Chesepeak Energy Arena, Oklahoma City, OK
12/10/2012 Sprint Center, Kansas City, MO
12/17/2012 Edward Jones Dome, St. Louis, MO
12/24/2012-Off, Christmas Eve
12/31/2012-Off, New Years Eve
1/7/2013 Hilton Colloseum, Ames, IA
1/14/2013 Bankers Life Fieldhouse, Indianappolis, IN
1/21/2013 The Palace of Auburn Hills, Detroit, MI
1/28/2013 Kohl Center, Madison, WI
2/4/2013 Target Center, Minneappolis, MN
2/11/2013 Century Link Center, Omaha, NE
2/18/2013 Allen Fieldhouse, Lawrence, KS
2/25/2013 Pepsi Center, Denver, CO
3/4/2013 The Pit, Alberquerque, NM
3/11/2013 McKale Center, Tucson, AZ
3/26/2013 Staples Center, LA, California
4/2/2013 Power Ballance Pavillion, Sacramento, CA
4/9/2013 Thomas&Mack Center, Las Vegas, Nevada
4/23/2013 Arena-Auditorium, Laramie, WY
4/30/2013 Dahlberg Arena, Missoula, MT
5/7/2013 Taco Bell Arena, Boise, ID
TBA Rose Garden Arena, Portland, OR
5/28/2013 Belfast Arena, Belfast, Northern Ireland
TBA Motorpoint Arena, Sheffield, ENG
TBA Manchester Arena, Manchester, ENG
TBA o2 Arena, London, ENG
TCW PPV Schedule
11/4/2012 Amway Center, Orlando, FL
1/27/2013 Cowboys Stadium, Dallas, TX
3/3/2013 Edward Jones Dome, St. Louis, MO
4/7/2013 Kohl Center, Madison, WI
TBA Pepsi Center, Denver, CO
TBA Tomas&Mack Center, Las Vegas, NV
TBA Rose Garden Arena, Portland, OR
TBA Wembley Stadium, London, ENG
Edit: Jun 05, 13 3:39pm
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Jan 22, 13 at 10:14pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Live Tuesday 22nd January 2013 from the Palace of Auburn Hills, Detroit, MI.
Booker T: Awwww yeah! We got all kinds of good matches here tonight!
Taz: Oh, and on top of that, Mr. McMahon is on his way to the ring for a huge Blockbuster announcement! I can't wait!
No Chance! No Chance in Hell!
Mr. McMahon struts down to the ring in his patented fashion, stepping into the ring with confidence. His music bellows into the audience, as he marches around the ring, characteristically. He cusses at one of the stage hands for taking so long getting him a mic, and pauses to wait for silence to hit the arena.
Mr. McMahon: Now, as you all must have realized, I don't much like tyrannical stables such as the nWo and the Union. They take away every sense of order. So when I hired in Kevin Nash, I had no idea he would be a part of the nWo! And that's something I just won't stand for! Nash always unreliable, and I have no idea why I thought he would be any difference this time around. So, for what I have to say, I'd like to have Mr. Nash come to the ring. Kevin, please come down here.
Nash came down without any music. Mr. McMahon had already planned such. As soon as Nash enters the ring, Mr. McMahon begins talking again.
Mr. McMahon: You might as well just turn right back around and get of my damn ring! Nash! Get out of my ring, and out of my arena! Because YOOOOOU'RE FIIIIIRRRED!!!"
Nash takes a fierce step towards McMahon, but the security is already in the ring! They're dragging him out, and towards the back, while Nash is kicking and screaming insults at the Chairman. Things have certainly been shaken up!
The Miz vs. Edge
The Miz seems to have no interest in fighting Edge. Every time Edge encroaches to his half of the ring, the Miz rolls out of the ring. Edge chases him in and out of the ring a few times, before Miz spins around with lightning quickness and lays him out with a major clothesline on the arena floor! Miz lifts Edge to his feet and tosses him hard into the stairs! The referee is at a five-count, as the Miz gets in the ring and tells him to count Edge out. Six! Edge is still rustling around on the arena floor! Seven! Edge presses himself against the barricade. Eight! Edge is climbing up the wall to get to his feet. The audience is chanting for Edge, begging him to get into the ring! Nine! Edge slips into the ring! Miz is on him, stomping away at his adversary, but the Ultimate Opportunist gets to his knees and gives Miz a thumb to the eye! And he hits a running bulldog! Miz fires to his feet and is hit with a clothesline! He’s back up, and throws a punch that Edge ducks under! Now behind him, Edge hits the Edge-cution! He hooks the leg and goes for the pin! One-Two-Kickout! Edge is in the corner now, waiting for the Miz to get to his feet for the Spear! The crowd chants, “Spear! Spear! Spear!” and Edge hits it! One-Two-Three!
Booker T: But one hell of a match it was! Y'all know that Edge is in my Fave Five!
The camera cuts backstage to the leader of The Union, The Brian Kendrick, tending to his injuries after being on the receiving end of a Stone Cold Stunner earlier on tonight. He slowly rubs his forehead, before being startled by the sound of his locker room door opening and Shawn Michaels stepping though the door with a forlorn look on his face. Before Kendrick can speak, Michaels holds his hand up and prevents the youngster from saying a word.
With that, before Kendrick can respond, Michaels about turns and strolls out of the room. Kendrick glances up at Heyman who looks on in bemusement, before letting out a deep sigh and cursing under his breath in frustration...
Alex Riley vs. Austin Aries vs. Bobby Roode vs. Bray Wyatt
The match begins as the competitors eye each other, not sure who they’re going to be fighting first. Alex Riley makes the first lunge towards Bray Wyatt, but the larger man isn’t as slow as he looks. Wyatt dodges under Riley’s tackle, and lifts him onto his shoulders for a massive flapjack! He quickly rolls over onto the head of A-Ry and grips tightly with a guillotine neck lock. Aries and Roode are engaged in a heated fist fight, with Double-A getting fierce lefts and rights and Roode hitting one massive haymaker in between every few jabs of Aries. Roode finally knocks Aries back onto the ropes, but The (Self-Proclaimed) Greatest Man Alive shoots back with a fierce dropkick to the abdomen of Roode, before nailing him with a hard roundhouse to the head! The crowd begins to clap slowly, quickening their pace and Aries basks in the audience’s approval, but he is shocked to see that they’re actually clapping for Riley! Riley is breaking out of Wyatt’s neck hold! His head finally squeezes from between the massive arms of the Congregation leader! Riley is matching the crowd’s clapping with lefts and rights to the mid-section of Wyatt! And a vicious clothesline from Riley! Austin Aries, upset by the lack of attention heads outside the ropes on the apron and leaps to the top rope and springboards onto Riley and Wyatt both with a spinning elbow! The crowd stands to their feet for Double A’s grand feat! He’s struck with a massive big boot from Roode as he’s basking in the adoration, and the crowd comes alive again. Roode lifts Riley to his feet and hits a massive suplex. Now, Roode gets to taunt to the crowd. But Wyatt is suddenly to his feet! He hits Roode with a series of blows! The big man is on fire. He lays Roode into a corner and hits him with a monstrous body splash. And Wyatt hits him with a huge T-Bone suplex, but right after, Riley flies into the ring and hits Wyatt with the Ry-Plex! Wyatt’s out cold, and Riley goes for the pin! One-Two-Three!
Taz: You know, A-Ry is in MY Fave Five!
Booker T: Hey! That's my phrase, sucka!
The fatal-fourway match was concluded. The victor stood in the center of the ring, his hand held to the sky. Once the ring finally cleared out, Alex Riley was at ringside while the cameras were off. He was shaking hands, signing autographs, taking pictures, when the lights went off. The TitanTron lit up, and everyone in the audience had their eyes glued to it. The image displayed was a hidden camera in a locker room. That's when Ric Flair walked in, showing that this must have happened before his attack. Flair checked his hair in the mirror, and gave a half-hearted "Woo!", inciting a small laugh from the audience.
The laughs in the audience turned to gasps, as a mask man flew into view. He slammed Flair's face right into the mirror, shattering it! The masked man laid heavy boots into the head and spine of the fallen legend. And the assault didn't stop there. He punched the glass, shattering it even more so, before taking a piece of shattered glass in hand. He then leaned over and drove the shard into the chest of the Nature Boy! The bloodied Ric Flair remained on the floor, and the masked man drove even more kicks into the skull of Flair. When the beating had subsided, the mask man walked in the direction of the hidden camera. He stood facing the camera, only his bottom half showing. Then, the man seemed to remove his mask, and dropped it onto the ground, before leaning over and shutting the camera off. The arena was dark again.
When the lights came back on, Alex Riley stood dumbfounded, staring at the blank TitanTron, eyes welling up. The assailant had, again, taunted him. He stormed off to the back, presumably to find out who had played the video.
The shot cuts to backstage as the Chairman of TCW watches the winner of the match celebrate their victory. He turns around and is met by Mr. Kennedy. The fans are rather split as whether to cheer or boo the man from Green Bay. Rather than being furious with McMahon, Kennedy gives an awkward and creepy smile which in turn startles McMahon. This leads to an uncomfortable silence that Vince breaks.
"Mr. Kennedy. Don't you have a match now?"
"No. Well, yes, but not right now. i...I saw that you let Kevin Nash go and that there is now a vacancy for the General Manager position. And I have the perfect candidate."
Kennedy talks nervously. All the anger he had before is now hidden behind this drone appearance for his boss.
"Now Kennedy, I would never allow my GM to compete as a superstar."
"I know. Oh...it's not me. No. This is my, and hopefully your, ideal General Manager of TCW."
Both men look to the right as Maria, dressed in a long grey pantsuit and pink glasses with obviously fake lenses. Kennedy wraps his hand around her waist while the camera zooms in on McMahon's shocked expression. It then zooms back out to capture all three people in the shot.
"Well, Maria. I'll certainly consider you for the position. But I have a quick question. Do you have any experience booking?"
Maria puts her index finger onto her chin as she delves into her thick skull looking for an answer.
"Umm, nope. I'm not much of a reader, really."
"That's to be expected. Kennedy, you should hurry now or you'll miss your match."
"Oh, yeah. It was good seeing you Mr. McMahon. Bye honey."
Kennedy embraces Maria before dashing off-screen. The unpleasantness continues as Maria stares at Vince, smiling wildly, as he does double take to find her still standing next to him.
Booker T: Sucka, you do realize we've all been in a business where the GM was a laptop, right?
Taz: He's got a point. And Mike Adamle! I mean, come on!
John Cena & Mr. Kennedy vs. The Ministry (Tyler Black & Paul Burchill)
Tag Team Match
Cena and Burchill start off the match, locking up in a test of strength. The experienced Cena wins and puts Burchill in a headlock. Tyler Black looks incredibly frustrated as the leader of the Cenation pummels his tag-team partner in the head. Quite bored of the punches, Cena whips Burchill into the ropes and delivers a mean shoulder block as he comes back. A quick scoop slam later and Cena already has Burchill in position for the AA! He totes Burchill around the ring for all to see, but Mr. Kennedy tags himself in! Puzzled but obliging, Cena sets Burchill onto his feet. Kennedy manages to get in some quick strikes and sets up for the Mic Check! However, right before he brings Burchill to the ground, he stops. With a gleam of cockiness in his eye he lets go of Burchill and motions for him to tag in his partner. Burchill stumbles over to Black who drapes himself over the ropes to reach for the tag as Cena throws his arms up in disgust. Black comes in and and throws punches at Kennedy, who dodges all of them. Kennedy then sends Black into the turnbuckle. As he runs in for a splash, Black jumps out of the way and delivers a stunning hurricanrana! He then grabs Kennedy's head and throws it into his knee a few times before Kennedy collapses. Black goes for the armbar, but Kennedy manages to grab the ropes with his feet. Black waits until the count of 4 before letting go. Hoping to end the match before Cena gets tagged back in, Black sets up for the Paroxysm! Kennedy manages to regain some strength and slips out of Black's grasp, diving for the tag to Cena! Cena jumps in the ring, ready to take down Black. Completely scared to face the leader of the Cenation, Black runs to his own corner and tags Burchill. Also visibly frightened, Burchill tags Black back. Finally, the two of them just hop off the apron! The ref begins the count, as Kennedy and Cena eye each other! The ref counts to ten, and Cena and Kennedy pick up the win!
Booker T: Awww yeah! Bunch of chicken-dogs!
Michael Cole: What are you guys talking about? They left because Cena was harassing them!
Taz: Man, that's a lie and you know it!
Booker T: Alright guys, it's time for our next match-up! The tournament to crown a new TCW Champion!
Kendrick Vs. CM Punk
Championship Tournament Match
The two opponents lock up, one the leader of the NWO and the other The Union. Punk wins the power struggle and whips Kendrick into the turnbuckle. Punk charges at him and delivers ad decent splash on The Brian Kendrick. With Kendrick now sitting at the corner Punk ravages his knee into his opponents torso. As Kendrick tries to get back up, Punk struts around the ring and poses for the fans, much to their disapproval. Kendrick uses the ropes to help himself back up, and Punk runs for him. Delivering hefty strikes to the head, Punk manages to flip Kendrick outside the ring and chases him. The ref counts to one as Punk helps his opponent up, only to whip him over the steel steps. Kendrick gets tripped up and lands face first onto the floor. He grabs his wrist in pain while Punk tosses him back in the ring. Punk covers. 1...2.kick out. Kendrick isn't out of it yet. Punk picks him up and whips him against the ropes. Kendrick rebounds and dropkicks Punk on his return, his first bit of offense in the match. Kendrick grabs Punk and slams his head against the turnbuckle, twice, three times, then wraps Punks arm with the ropes to wear it down. The ref counts to 3 before he lets it go. Kendrick grabs Punk and positions himself in the middle of the ring to give Punk a devastating tornado DDT! He then grabs Punk in a camel clutch hold. Punk grunts at the strenuous hold as he tries to break free. He breaks the hold and grabs Kendrick by the arm before flipping Kendrick on his back. With Kendrick on the ground, Punk smiles as he steps down on his opponent's neck, making sure the move lasts a few seconds. Punk then calls for the GTS as Kendrick manages to stand back up. Punk picks Kendrick up on his shoulders, in position for the finisher. Kendrick swings his body off Punk's shoulders and touches his feet on the ground before giving Punk a German suplex. Kendrick crawls over to Punk and lifts up his leg for the pin. 1...2...kick out! Punk stays on the ground as Kendrick gets back up. His eyes light up as he climbs the corner turnbuckle. Kendrick jumps and performs what he calls Left Turn At Albuquerque! Rather than going for another pin, Kendrick waits for Punk to stand back up... and he labels him with a lightning quick Superkick! And he goes for the pin! One-Two-Three! Kendrick picks up the win!
Michael Cole: So is CM Punk really going to leave, like he said?
Booker T: I hope not! CM Punk's got a lot of talent! It'd be silly to let a few losses bring him down like that.
The next segment is of former GM Kevin Nash coming out in street clothes to the boos of fans. Nash barges down to the ring, grabbing a random fan's sign and ripping it to pieces. Nash motions for a mic from the ring announcer and snatches it out of her hands. 'YOU SUCK' chants start up as Nash tries to find the right words to begin his speech.
Kevin Nash: Shut up! ['WHAT!?!'] I said shut up! ['WHAT!?!'] As you have all seen earlier tonight, I have been relieved from my duties for reasons that are truly unjust. If I lost my job because of bad booking or TCW fell in the ratings, then I would understand. But to be fired for, I don't even know, that is complete crap. However, there is still one match for tonight, and I will make sure it goes down in history books. Your champion, Derrick Bateman, will defend his championship this Sunday, if all goes according to plan for Vince McMahon. I say different! As my last action as GM of TCW, tonight's main event match will be between Derrick Bateman and myself for the World Heavyweight Championship. If McMahon wants to fire me, then I will walk away as the Champion. This match starts now. Derrick, get your ass out here right now!
Those in attendance voice their disapproval yet still turn their heads to the entrance ramp. Waiting to see their champ, they start chanting Bateman's name. However, it is Vince McMahon who comes out instead.
Vince McMahon: Now, Nash, just to confirm it, you are no longer an employee of TCW and therefore, anything you say or order has no bearing on the company. Even if it did, I'm the Chairman and it is ultimately my word that is final. You will not be wrestling for the World Heavyweight Championship. However, if you want a match, I've got a guy right here that is itching to get in the ring.
Nash throws the mic out of the rings and motions for McMahon to bring it. With fiery eyes Nash yells for McMahon to call on his wrestler. The Chairman just turns to the backstage entrance for the wrestler to come out.
¡Olé, olé olé olé!
El Generico runs out in a full sprint and slides under the ropes and into the ring as the bell rings.
Kevin Nash Vs. El Generico
El Generico makes his debut and delivers several punches to the stomach of Kevin Nash. He then whips Nash into the corner turnbuckle, though the effort causes him to fall to the ground for a second. He gets back up, runs at Nash, and gives the veteran an Olé Kick! Nash stumbles out of the corner as his opponent climbs to the top rope. Crossbody Slam! With Nash on the ground, El Generico climbs the turnbuckle again and delivers a split-legged moonsault. He covers. 1...2...kick out! Nash tosses Generico into the air as he breaks the pin. Generico runs at Nash again, but he just picks up his leg and gives his opponent a big boot. Generico gets up again, but the same thing happens. With Generico on the ground, Nash literally walks over Generico, his 328 pound body crushing El Generico's luchador frame. Nash, feeling ready to end it, picks up Generico and positions him for a Jackknife. El Generico reverses and delivers a stunnning Brainbuster onto the nearly 7 foot giant! El Generico covers. 1...2...3! El Generico wins the match.
He climbs to the middle rope as the audience cheers him on. Nash remains on the ground stunned as Generico is handed a mic and begins to speak.
El Generico: Amigo, I only have dos things to say to you. Adiós and get the hell out of my ring!
Michael Cole: Who is this El Generico guy?
Booker T: He's a member of my Fave Five! That's who!
The camera cuts backstage where we are once again met by the face of The Brian Kendrick, this time however he is smirking, as he stands beside TCW interviewer Todd Grisham. Paul Heyman and Ryback both stand behind him, staring at Grisham as he introduces the group in preparation of an interview about his upcoming Championship match at the Pay Per View, his victory moments ago fresh on everybody's memory.
Kendrick stares at Grisham for a few moments, before smirking once again.
Kendrick stops mid sentence as he stares ahead of Grisham, and his face quickly transforms into a scowl. He lets out a deep exhalation of breath, before rolling his tongue around inside his mouth. We soon find out why, as a couple of moments later the TCW Champion himself steps into the camera-shot, title slung confidently over his shoulder.
Kendrick scowls for a few moments, before signalling to his allies that he's had quite enough of this, and the three of them leave. The camera slowly zooms in on the smiling face of the TCW Champ, before fading to black.
Wade Barrett vs. Antonio Cesaro
Championship Tournament Match
The crowd would be foolish to not be on their feet for this match. Whether the two of them despise each and every man, woman, and child in the audience, they were going to give one hell of a show. Barrett immediately lunged in, looking to catch Cesaro off guard and doing so by getting behind the Swiss Superman and locking his wrists around the front of him. Cesaro wrenched away at the wrist of Barrett, but the grip was far too tight. He is drug of of his feet, spun around, and planted into the ground with Barrett still holding tight. Then, Barrett drives his elbow fierely into Cesaro’s skull! Barrett gets to his feet and methodically stomps away to the back and face of Cesaro, who keeps trying to get to his feet, but is stomped down every time. Barrett picks Cesaro up in a gutwrench and hits him with a gutwrence suplex. Barrett is on a roll, and taunts at the audience. He lifts Cesaro back up, and tosses him at the ropes standing twisted in the ropes, while pulling his head over the top rope. He lifted his right knee into his face, then his left, then his right, before leaving Cesaro groggy on the ropes. Barrett backed a few steps back, lifting his fist into the air, before running at Cesaro and lifting his leg to deliver a boot to the face… No! Cesaro has broken free and ducked! Barrett’s leg is caught up over the top rope, and Cesaro takes this opportunity to give him a fierce European Uppercut to the back of the skull! Barrett topples to the mat, and Cesaro is on him in seconds, locking in a Camel Clutch. Barrett is helplessly trying to crawl across the mat, but he’s too far away. He appears to be pushing out of the move, but Cesaro jumps up and falls back, driving his body weight back down onto Barrett’s spine. He clubs his forearm time and time again into Barrett’s skull! In one swift move, Cesaro has spun around and has Barrett gripped for a Neutralizer! But Barrett weasels out of it! After a punch, he twists Cesaro around, preparing for the Souvenir Elbow! As he's pulling Cesaro towards him, Cesaro ducks! And he hits him with a ferocious European Uppercut! Barrett is out cold! And Cesaro pins! One-Two- NO! Barrett just barely kicks out! Cesaro taunts again for the Neutralizer, and he grips it, but Wade Barrett, in a show of strength, stands up with Cesaro on his shoulders, and transitions it into a Wasteland! And the pin! One-Two-Three! Barrett wins the match! He's going through to the match with Kendrick!
Booker T: Man, what a hot prospect this Wade Barrett is! I gotta say...
Michael Cole: Don't even say it, your Fave Five? Or should I say Fave Fifteen?
Booker T: What is that supposed to mean?
The announcer's bickering is halted by one certain voice over the loudspeaker...
The largest pop of the night belongs to the great one; as the building comes unglued the instant his iconic voice hits the loudspeaker. From behind the curtain emerges The Great One, his trademark shades adorning face. He stands at the top of the ramp as the cameras pan in, and he raises an eyebrow for the camera before power walking to the ring.
Cole: It’s the Rock! He’s back!
Tazz: What da hell is the Rock doing here? He wasn’t scheduled to be here tonight!
Booker: Awww yeaah. Buidness has officially, picked up. Listen to these fans, they are so excited about the return of the Rock!
The red five-hundred dollar shirt he has on is open, his Brahma Bull beltbuckle sticking out against the black of his pants. The electricity in the crowd reaches a fever pitch when he ascends the turnbuckle and slowly raises his fist in the air as the camera pans to a wide shot of the crowd. The lights are dimmed a deep blue throughout the concourse.
Cole: What an ovation for the Rock! We haven’t seen him in months!
Booker: Nobody, and I mean Nobody, can electrify the fans, like the Rock!
He performs his signature taunt at the other three turnbuckles and then is handed a microphone. The lights return to normal as this capacity crowd performs a deafening “Rocky” chant. The Great One slowly paces the ring and stops as the chant crescendos to its maximum. He stops to take it all in. He breathes in, and then exhales before bringing the microphone to his lips and pausing. He stands there with his head tilted back, waiting for what seems like forever. Seconds become tantalizing hours as he stands there in silence as this packed crowd cheers for him. When at last he breaks his silence and and utters those famous words…
“Finally…THE ROCK…HAS-COME-BACK…to Deeetroit!”
The crowd hangs on every last one of his words, echoing each syllable in unison, before erupting into another chorus of loud cheers. As they do so, The Rock slowly lowers his arm, brushes himself off and then looks at the camera, his left arm outstretched as his right arm holds the mic.
“Which means that FINALLY, the Rock has come back to TCW! And-“
The Rock is unable to continue because of a deafening “Rocky” chant. He acknowledges it by breaking his speech, and raising an eyebrow.
Tazz: These fans are loving this. This is great!
“Now seeing as we are in Detroit, the Home of the Detroit Redwings-,”getting a cheap pop because of the return of the NHL, “The Rock is going to get right down to the point. Tonight, the world has seen the return of the Great One. The Brahma Bull. The Jebroni Beating, Pie Eating, layeth-the smacketh-down on your candy ass, people’s champ the Rock!”
The huge pop that his famous list of nicknames incites continues the atmosphere of electricity.
“But all anyone has been asking the Rock today, is one simple question:…Why? Rocky? Why? Why here, and why now?” he stops and then raises his left hand, his index and middle finger raised. “Well the Rock says he’s come back now for two reasons, and two reasons only. Reason number one. The Rock has come back…for the PEOPLE!”
The Rock’s facial expression remains unchanged despite the fact that everything he says sends this place into rapture.
“And reason number two? The Rock has come back to TCW to layeth the smackethdown on everyone’s Candy Ass in TCW, and get back his World Heavyweight…championship!” He lets the crowd cheer again as he walks toward the center. “So the Rock just wants everyone…AND THE ROCK MEANS…everyone in the back to listen up. The Rock wants everyone in the back to know, that where ever you go, tonight, EVERYNIGHT, that the Rock LITERALLY has millions…”
Crowd: AND MILLIONS!
“Of Rock’s fans chanting his name: Rock-y! Rock-y!”
The crowd responds right on cue with the loudest Rocky chant of the segment. And when it dies down, the People’s Champ continues.
“So to everyone in the back, the Rock wants you to do three things! Number one: your role? Know it. Number two? Your mouth: shut it! Number three? Your Candy ass: Bring it! Because the Rock says, that no matter who gets in his way: The Undertaker? Cm Punk? Derrick FAKEman? A parade of Gaymen? AWW IT DOESN’T MATTER who the Rock has to go through! Because when the time comes, and the Dust Settles, and all the electricity from the Rock’s fans and the smoke has cleared….The Rock will prove without a SHADOW OF A DOUBT that he IS the People’s Champion! HE IS the MOST Electrifying Man in Sports Entertainment!...”
He shifts his weight and then smiles, before continuing, the crowd still 100% behind him.
“And that The Rock is without a doubt, the best damn TCW World Heavyweight Champion, the world has ever seen!
Another loud pop erupts as the rock spreads his legs, arches his back, and raises the microphone to his lips and looks straight up to the sky.
“IF YA SMELLLLLALALALALALOW! What the ROCK-IS-COOKIN!
The fans chant his catch phrase with him in unison again, right out of the palm of his hand. He drops the mic. and raises his eyebrow for the camera before exiting the ring.
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Jan 23, 13 at 5:02pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
The marquee read: Total Championship Wrestling presents Desolation in large black lettering. A huge line had formed, full of screaming fans, eager to purchase tickets for this Sunday's event. A certain fan stood in the front of the line. He had been there for hours on end, dressed in a San Francisco 49ers Ball Cap, with wraparound sunglasses on, wearing a plain black T-shirt and Jeans. If anything, this man was inconspicuous. When the time came, the metal gate rose at the ticket booth, and an attractive young blonde stood gleaming out. The fan, even through his glasses, could tell that her beauty was glistening. He let out a smile, and rested his elbow on the counter, smiling in at her.
She blushed at him calling her gorgeous. This man was quite a looker himself. She quickly composed herself. She had no time to swoon over good looking men, there were over three hundred people in her line alone! Still, she stared into his glasses, feeling that he was looking back at her.
The man showed her his I.D. card, and removed his glasses. She recognized him, he was a sport star of some kind. Which sport exactly? He wasn’t quite sure. She finished the transaction, and thanked him, wishing him a nice day. The man didn’t move.
She blushed again, but this time she felt a pang of fear as well. This man was shady in what he was wearing, alone. Let alone how he was acting. She nervously eyed behind him, and he turned and looked at the line of people. These ignorant pigs can wait! You give me your damn number! You already gave me that look. I know that you want to drop what you’re doing and come with me, you little bitch. The man’s voice was echoing off of his skull, begging to escape through his mouth. He quickly grabbed his ticket, and marched away. That bitch got lucky that time.
Ric Flair’s assailant looked at his ticket, and smiled. So what if the girl blew him off. He would never be blown off again. He was ready to begin the final act of his plan. This Sunday. Desolation was a fit name for the day.
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Jan 26, 13 at 10:25pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
The cheap heat Mr. Kennedy and the confusion that Heath Slater had recently produced couldn't have made for a greater contrast than the enormous pop that occurred when Alex Riley's theme song played over the PA system. Those who were walking to the bathroom after the previous promos were now rushing back to their seats. There was a certain, underlying anxiety in the air as Alex Riley made his way to the ring, with no emotion on his face whatsoever. He cracked a half-smile, as he took a microphone to the center of the ring and began to talk.
Alex Riley: "I like the Dallas Cowboys."
The crowd erupted into a frenzy at those simple words. The hooting and hollering didn't stop for a few minutes, as Alex Riley soaked in the adoration his cheap pop produced. But Alex Riley wasn't here for one-liners. Alex Riley was, again, here about Ric Flair. For weeks, he’d been tormented by Flair’s assailant. Now, on the grandest stage so far, Alex Riley looked to do something about it. He took a few drawn out steps around the ring, looking into the crowd.
Alex Riley: “Ladies and gentlemen, you’ll have to excuse me. Tonight, I have nothing to say to you. I’m here to talk to one man. You can all feel free to listen, but nothing I say is for you. I’m talking to the man that assaulted Ric Flair. Ric Flair was put into a coma at your hands. He received over 70 stiches at your hands. Ric Flair will never be the same again because of you. Ric Flair is like a father to me, and you tried taking him from me. And what you don’t understand, what you’ll never understand, is that when you try to rip someone away from their father like that, you don’t get off scot-free. So you mark my words – Tonight, you’re going to come from whatever corner you’re cowardly ass is hiding in, and you are going to step into this ring. You are going to stand in front of me, like a man. And then, I’m going to teach you the error of your ways. I’m going to make you beg for forgiveness, and then I’m going to ignore your pleas. Do you understand? You’re going to pay for what you did. After tonight, you’re never going to walk again.”
Alex Riley’s eyes were filled with tears. Ric Flair meant a lot to him, and this monster would pay for what he did. The crowd granted Riley solace, chanting the name “Flair” over and over again as he departed from the ring, and up the stage. Back to the dressing room to prepare to deliver the beating of a lifetime.
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Jan 26, 13 at 10:44pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
The man sat in the front row. He wore a 49ers baseball hat. This granted a facade that he was merely a sports fan who had cast his chips toward San Francisco. He wore a tight red T-Shirt, with no imagery. He wore jeans. This made me seem like no more than a casual fan. And, boy, did he feel like he was a casual fan. He was forced to sit next to some moronic little toddler that didn't understand any part of the storytelling of wrestling. He sat there and blindly called for Derrick Bateman to interrupt Mr. Kennedy's speech because Mr. Kennedy was boring. He told Heath Slater that John Cena could kick his butt. Of course, this small child's head was full of the presumptions that the good guy was always better, that he would always win. But where was the depth in his heroes? Where were the tactics? The good guy never cheated! The good guy always gave it his all! The good guy, no matter how much bigger John Cena was than Heath Slater, the good guy was the underdog! The God damn underdog! What a pretentious little shit the man had been forced to sit with.
But the Pretentious Little Shit was given a whole new treat when "Say It To My Face" played through the loudspeakers. Here it was, ladies and gentlemen. The "Main Event". With a record of something like four and seven, Mr. A-Ry! When the PLS sitting next to him stood up cheering for his hero, the man stood up too. He clapped just like every other fan did. Did he do it just to fit in? Hell no! He did it because he was genuinely a fan of this hero! The loser who would always come out on top! The ugly loser, who could pull a win right out of oblivion and stun the world!
As he listened to the Hero talk, he couldn't help but be astonished. The Hero was talking to him. The Hero directly addressed him. Did he think to look around the audience? Did he think that Ric Flair's assailant would simply wait in the back? That he would enter to some theme music that he'd already went over with the sound guys? How in the Hell would I get to the back? How in the Hell do you even assume I'm hearing you, you ugly, pathetic cretin? I'm right here! Come fight me right now! Make me pay! Avenge your "daddy!"
But the Hero was done now. The PLS chanted Flair with the rest of the ingrates. Hell, even Ric Flair's assailant let out a few "Woo's!" Because, he thought, it's not like you'll ever hear it from the old-timer's voicebox again.
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Jan 28, 13 at 9:55pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Vince McMahon gave a long, exaggerated exhale. This had proven to be a long day already, and had turned into an even longer night. There he sat, a large pile of papers heaped in front of him. The top page read Total Championship Wrestling Contract. As he filed through the papers, he sorted the papers into two separate piles. When he was finally finished, he gave another exaggerated sigh. Then he put his hand to the telephone, and punched in a number and the screen turned to black....
When we come back with Vince McMahon, he seems even more unsettled. This looks to be a tedious task that Mr. McMahon is preparing for. The camera pans, and we see that the room is filled with various wrestlers. All look sullen, maybe even depressed. It sets the mood for what is about to transpire.
Vincent Kennedy McMahon: "Now, men, you know why I've gathered you here today. For weeks, you've done little to nothing for this company. Granted, you've all made a huge staple on the wrestling as we know it... but that just simply isn't enough in this company. You've all been given a chance, and you've all disappointed me. If, at any point in the future, you decide you have the work ethics to come back, I'll happily accept you. But until then, I wish you all the best of luck in your future endeavors.
You're ALLLLLLL FIIIIIRRREEEDDD!"
Mr. McMahon wiped the spit that had dribbled from his lip away from his sleeve. The men he had just fired turned and walked out of his office. Mr. McMahon yelled at the last one out to "Not let the door hit your ass on the way out!" before getting back to his paper work. On the bright side, there was some hot new talent ready to surface in the TCW talent pool. That was something to keep Mr. McMahon going.
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Feb 02, 13 at 12:53am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
A brightly lit, cluttered room. A tall, pristine mirror. And before the mirror stood none other than Cody Rhodes, staring at himself in admiration. It seemed plausible that Cody Rhodes was talking to himself in a hushed tone by the way his body moved in front of the mirror. He ran his hand back through his hair, stared into his reflection, and for the first time on Total Championship Wrestling, he spoke. His diction was slow, drawn out, as if each of his words were cautiously dragged over his tongue to ensure that his smooth voice wasn’t obstructed on its way out.
Cody Rhodes: “Beautiful. Simply beautiful. And what’s compelling is that a mirror can simply not lie to you. It has no capability of deception. Alex Riley? He has that exact capability. Had, sorry. But sadly, that fact is inconclusive in my point that I bring up now. Why did I attack Ric Flair? Why did I attack Alex Riley?
The answer is simple. That’s the beauty of it. The simplicity. Alex Riley simply deserves it. He deserves every bit of it. He deserves to feel a loved one ripped from him. He deserved to anxiously await the arrival of the assailant, and he deserved the beating I gave him. And why? Why would I damn a man to such a Hell? Well, again, this is where beautiful, beautiful simplicity factors in.
Alex Riley simply was never meant to be in the spotlight. He is ugly in every aspect of himself! From his overused underdog antics, to that pitifully disgusting, dog-face. And to make matters worse, he rode on the coat tails of an unsightly old man that had ridden, himself, far too long on his old fame. Being the son of a real legend, I should be the only one allowed to take any undeserved attention from said legend! But the way the atrocious Alex Riley used that revolting old man’s face to catapult him to the top of TCW? It’s unheard of, and it’s unfair to men like me! I deserve to be in Riley’s spot, because my physique, my features, scream for me to be the face of this company! Not Riley! Riley deserves to be just where he is! Sleeping among the rest of the crumbs of the wrestling industry! And that’s just where I put him!”
The echo of the live TCW audience was soon heard in the small cluttered room. Their sounds of disgust at Rhodes reverberated through the walls. The door had swung open, and Cody Rhodes stared into the mirror, flashing his arrogant smile to show at the intruder. The door remained open, as Total Championship Wrestling’s gorgeous announcer, Maria, stepped into the reflection of the mirror, picked up by the camera. The camera took a more strategic place among the room, able to catch a great image of the two beautiful people standing before each other. Maria looked in her hand, and although obviously flustered, put the microphone she found there under her lips.
But Cody Rhodes had his hand around the hand of hers that was grasping the microphone already, casting an entrancing smile into Maria’s eyes. She let out a small gasp, and let Rhodes do the talking.
“Please, call me Cody. Let me ask you a question Miss, what do you think of me? Do you think I’m some monster?”
Maria quickly shook her head, and it was made obvious that she did find Rhodes extremely frightening, but as he flashed her his teeth in another smile, it was also noted that she found him to be…
“Dashing. You look just Dashing, Cody.”
Cody’s eyes lit up at the word. There was no better word to describe him, and he knew it. He turned, leaving Maria for a second, to stare into the mirror. He ran his right hand down his closely-shaven face, and practiced his smoldering smile. Then, he turned back to Maria, gripping her hand that held the microphone again.
“Now, it’s quite obvious that you didn’t expect to find me here. So, tell me, what is it you were doing here?”
Maria swallowed and tugged slightly on the microphone, desperate to get at least a few inches from Rhodes, who was getting aggressively closer to her. Rhodes didn’t set her arm free, but he froze in place, allowing her to speak into the microphone.
“I was just on my way to speak to the new Total Championship Wrestling Television Champion, Mr. Kennedy. You see, he has another big match tonight, this time against John Cena, and…”
Rhodes wanted to hear none of this, and he surprised Maria by reaching behind her, and slamming closed the door. The two of them stood now, in silence. She was just close enough to feel his warm breath on her. He inhaled and smelled her perfume, staring into her eyes for a few seconds as her eyes slowly were overcome with fear, before turning away to face the mirror again. As he did, she let out a breath that it sounded like she had been holding in forever. Her face was flush, and she stood there, confused, behind him as he looked over his dashing features in the mirror.
But she stood a second longer…
“Cody... I feel like I should let you know, some security guards were looking around for you. Apparently, they want to bring you to Mr. McMahon.”
Cody’s body seemed to tense up. He repeated himself again, yelling at her to leave, which she promptly obeyed. He spoke one more time into the mirror, as the camera man slowly zoomed in on Rhodes’ reflection. As the image closed in on Rhodes’ reflection, it was evident that he was smiling again, he was staring into his reflection. It appeared that he had become transfixed in his own beauty, such that he ceased to care about the impending arrival of the security. Before the screen cut to black, Cody Rhodes let one word flow from his lips, the letters themselves carefully rolling off of his tongue, and from between his lips.
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Feb 05, 13 at 12:19pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
A brief grumbling sound lit up the quiet atmosphere, and the eyes of the masses gazed to the Titantron to see…
And with that, Cody Rhodes swaggered out from the entrance way, head held high. He had on black dress pants and a black, hooded leather vest, with his initials engraved on the back. He pushed the hood off of his head, revealing his dashing features to all in attendance. Men envied him. Woman lusted for him. Children looked right past his façade and saw nothing but a madman. But, still, everyone hated Cody Rhodes. Rhodes stood at the top of the ramp, before cupping his hands, delicately so, around his mouth and shouting, “Woooo!” This garnered him more boos than any heel could hope to receive in this jam-packed WarZone. Rhodes simply shook his head at the throng of people, all gathered there to watch him –somehow, someway- get what was coming to him.
He slowly walked down the ramp, each step deliberate and drawn out. He was doing nothing but taking their time, and that pissed them off. Rhodes approached Lillian Garcia at ringside, and grabbed her by the hand. She looked disgusted that this monster, this maniac who had assaulted Alex Riley and Ric Flair, was touching her. He said something to her that wasn’t quite picked up, but it was evident by her body language that it had been enticing. Now, he pulled his hand from hers, with her microphone now in his possession. He sauntered up the stairs, and stared down at Lillian – who stared back, looking slightly ashamed – from the apron, before slowly stepping into the ring. He waited for the crowd in attendance to cease their incessant jeering, before bringing the microphone to his lips. When he spoke, his words were slow, as if they were being crafted.
Cody Rhodes: “Never before, have I seen such a jealous group of hideous monstrosities in my life. My name is Cody Rhodes, and you all make me feel nauseous. Allow me to let you in on a secret, you parasites. You may boo me for what I did to Alex Riley and that old sack of bones Flair, but you all are to be held accountable for what happened to the two of them. You projected your opinion, as awful an opinion as that may have been, and allowed Riley to ride your cheers for all they were worth. He used you, each and every one of you, to get where he was. His revolting image, depicted on the cover of the very TCW Program Books that you are holding right now.
And speaking of ugly, I was told by some obese, sweaty TCW rent-a-cops that McMahon wanted me in this ring, right now. And, while I am not legally obliged to do anything on behalf of Vincent as I am not an active member of the roster, I must admit he garnered my curiosity. So, that’s why I am out here, before you pigs. It wasn’t to present your girlfriends and daughters with the most dashing physique they had ever been witness to. No, any female who degrades themselves to befriend such a disgusting pig simply ruins whatever decency they had. And another thing…”
Vincent Kennedy McMahon had chosen the most opportunistic time to interrupt Cody Rhodes. The Dashing One lifted his steely gaze to the Chairman of Total Championship Wrestling, as he performed his signature strut down the ramp-way. The husky security guards that Rhodes had insulted stood at the top of the ramp, ready to make themselves noticed if Rhodes got out of hand. McMahon brought a microphone in the ring, and stared into the face of Rhodes. The anger in his face and voice was present, with his veins sticking out and his lips quivering.
Vincent K. McMahon: Just WHO IN THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARRRRE? You come into my company, and in a very short amount of time, you’ve done a whole HELL of a lot of damage! You’ve tarnished not only my image, and quite frankly, the image of Total Championship Wrestling! And- look at me you spoiled son of a bitch! I’ll be DAMNED if I’m not in the right mind to sue you and your damn family for every cent you’ve got!
It would take only ONE call to my attorneys, and I’d have you and your daddy on the street. I’ll make sure you and your entire god forsaken family never find work again!
Cody Rhodes cleared his throat into his own microphone, letting the billionaire know that he himself wanted to put a word in. Rhodes’ steely eyed gaze looked over the chairman, studying him.
Cody Rhodes: “Vincent, let’s be honest. From a legal standpoint, you couldn’t get much out of my family name, especially not when your superstar, Alex Riley, brutally assaulted me, a fan, as soon as I stepped over that barricade.
Now, Vincent, you stand there in your four-hundred dollar shoes, your thousand dollar suit, and a surprisingly cheap haircut, and what does that say about you? You’ve lost whatever you had, inside yourself. You fell victim to this despicable shell of yours, and all the powerful Mr. McMahon has to rely on is his expensive appearance.
I bring this up, because even without my clothing and my money, I’m still dashing. I still have more power than you ever will have. A man at your age feels the need to produce expensive lawsuits out of pure jealousy of a younger man's...”
And with that, Mr. McMahon was fuming. He interrupted Rhodes, practically spitting into the microphone.
Vincent K. McMahon: “ DAMN IT, SHUT UP! What I was about to say was that I very damn well COULD sue you! Oh yeah, I could. But…I won’t! You assaulted two of my top talents, and as much as I would love to fire you right here on the spot… I can’t. So what I will do, is this. You want to stand in my ring, and take up my time? Fine, you got it! I’m offering you an open contract, prices negotiable. You want to be a TCW superstar so badly? YOU GOT IT! And on the condition that you accept this proposition – You do accept this contract?”
Rhodes stared hard into the eyes of McMahon for a few seconds before nodding in agreement.
Vincent K. McMahon: “That condition is that you accept that there is no chance IN HELL that you are getting out of a punishment for your actions! But, for tonight, I’m not even the one that’s going to be punishing you. I’m Vince McMahon Dammit, and I’m a CERTIFIED BILLIONAIRE! I’ve got more important matters to attend. So in liou of this, I’ve decided to hand your punishment over to someone who is in the perfect position to make you pay.”
Cody Rhodes looked inquisitively at McMahon, as he strutted out of the ring. As McMahon walked back up the rampway, Rhodes leaned on the ropes, staring up at him before…
IF YA SMELL…
The Rock’s iconic titantron appears on the screen as the fans all rise to their feet in unison. The look of sheer shock on Cody Rhodes face is evident as McMahon grins from ear to ear and points at Rhodes. He tells him he’s about to get his. As Vince proceeds to leave the ring, the image of the Rock in the GM’s office suddenly overtakes the screen. At his sight, a huge pop is emitted.
Rock: Cody Rhodes, you want to come out here and insult THE MILLIONS-
Crowd: AND MILLIONS!
Rock: Of Rock’s Fans? Well the Rock says this. You see when you mess with the Rock, you mess with the people! And when you mess with the people…you mess with the Rock! And-
The Rock is unable to continue due to another huge “Rocky” chant erupting. He raises his head and moves it slowly in a semi circle, taking it all in, before continuing.
Rock: And while The Rock agrees with you that Vince McMahon is the biggest piece of trailer park trash walking gods green earth, the Rock does not agree that you should go…unpunished. So, TONIGHT! Seeing as this is Warzone! Seeing as we are in MINNEAPPOLIS! [HUGE POP] The Rock says tonight, he has scheduled the first ever Hell in a Cell match, and that match is going to be THE VERY FIRST MATCH of the evening! Now Cody Rhodes, since you insist on coming out here, looking like a massive French Popcorn Fart-The Rock says, that Hell in Cell Match just got one more participant, and his name is Cody Rhodes! IF YA SMELLLLLLLL! WHAT THE ROCK…is….cookin!
The Rock and Vince McMahon finally disappear from the stage, and Cody Rhodes stands in the middle of the ring. His face flush, it appeared that Rhodes has officially been shut up. He takes a long stare at the cell, high above the ring, before... smiling. His confrontation with the Great One was behind him now. He had other matters to attend to.
Rhodes steps out of the ring, and again heads toward Lilian, staring into her eyes, into her soul, stepping menacingly closer. His face is just inches above hers, and her eyes are glued to the floor, avoiding any contact with this monster. Without a word, Rhodes simply grabs her hand, and with his other hand, slips the microphone into it, before stalking back up the ramp to prepare for Hell.
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Feb 06, 13 at 2:19pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
The pyros explode, and as if on cue, everyone in attendance shoots to their feet, screaming! A certain energy is electrifying the air here tonight, on the Rock's special night! Rock Bottom! The camera sweeps over the excited crowd members, before switching to the excited announcers!
Taz: Yeah! I'm super excited tonight! We get to see a whole lot of great matchups tonight!
Booker T: Awww yeah! You know what that means! I get to see some of my Fave Five in action! And I can dig that!
Cole: Please, let's get to this first match, that looks to be one hell of a way to start off the show!
Taz: That's right! A Hell In A Cell! The first one - ever! - here in TCW!
Dolph Ziggler vs. El Generico vs. Daniel Bryan vs. Cody Rhodes
Hell In A Cell
The referee checks and concludes the cell door is locked, and the match begins. Immediately, Rhodes and Ziggler team up on El Generico, punching him into a corner and repeatedly stomping on him. Bryan hops around, waiting to make his move. He finds it when Ziggler takes a break from the action to stand up and delivers a harsh dropkick. Bryan quickly crawls on Ziggler's back and applies the camel clutch. Rhodes glances up from the beatdown on Generico and runs over to break up the submission. This time Rhodes and Ziggler team up against Bryan by hoisting him up in the air for a double-suplex. Ziggler strikes Bryan multiple times as he tries to get up while Rhodes crawls under the ropes and reaches below the ring. He pulls up a steel chair and silently slides back in. Ziggler pulls Bryan to his feet and whips him into the ropes. He never sees Rhodes as he swings the chair into Ziggler's chest. Ziggler drops while Rhodes turns around to hit the rebounding Bryan with the chair. Rhodes looks back and forth at the two men he just took out and shouts to the crowd, "This is how I work." Rhodes turns back to where Generico was lying and finds him at the top of the turnbuckle. El Generico leaps and dropkicks the steel chair straight into Cody Rhodes's skull. All four men are on the ground while the live audience cheers for one of the men to get up. Ziggler is the first to his knees and crawls to cover Rhodes. 1...2..kick! Ziggler then tries Bryan. However, Bryan is playing possum. Small package! 1...2...kick! This match will not end that easily! Rhodes gets back to his feet and throws Bryan over the top rope and into the cell. He grimaces in pain and clutches his back, feeling the full force of the impact. Rhodes then exchanges blows in the ring with Ziggler, the crowd booing both wrestlers as they strike their opponents. El Generico tries to get some offense in by punching Rhodes in the back of the head, but he too is thrown out of the ring for his effort. With his back turned, Rhodes is in position. Dolph sees it. Zig-zag! Instead of going for the pin, Dolph takes the time to do some push-ups and handtands, truly showing off. El Generico takes this time to climb the cell wall. He makes it to the ceiling and points over at Dolph. Again, Generico leaps. He lands right on Dolph for a massive crossbody! What did we just see? As he goes for the pin though, Daniel Bryan is back in the ring, and he pulls Generico off of Ziggler, and tries the pin himself! One-Two- NO! Generico pulls Bryan off, and goes for the cover himself! One-Two-NO! Bryan pulls Generico off! This almost becomes a comedy act, before Cody Rhodes runs across the ring, springboarding off of the ropes and hitting El Generico with the Beautiful Disaster! The kick hits with such hard force, that Generico crumbles to the ground. Bryan goes after Rhodes with a wild roundhouse kick, but Rhodes ducks and catches him from behind, and he hits the Cross Rhodes! With Rhodes the last man standing, he dropped to make the pin on Bryan. One-Two-Three! Cody Rhodes picks up the win!
Booker T: Yeah, but look who's the last man standing! That crazy Cody Rhodes!
Cole: You're gonna call a guy who can influence so much damage, crazy? I think you've finally gone off the deep end, Book.
Booker T: Awwwww, it's likely! *Chuckles*
Taz: And now, it's time for The Great One himself to be in action! And against none other than Heath Slater!
Heath Slater is in the ring wielding an electric guitar. It seems that he is sticking to the promise he made at the recent pay-per-view event of Desolation and performing live for the fans in the Target Center in Minneapolis, Minnesota. This is the one man band's first live performance in Total Championship Wrestling and as far as Slater is willing to admit to himself, the fans are roaring in anticipation. In reality though, the fans are quiet and apathetic. They are simply hoping that this so-called performance will not last too long.
The fans boo Slater, who does not seem to notice. He is too busy in his own little world to notice the negative response from the crowd.
A TCW official enters the ring with a microphone in his hand. He hesitantly holds it up to Heath Slater at mouth level. The fans continue to boo as Slater holds the guitar in an awkward position, preparing to start playing. He doesn't seem to know one end of the guitar from the other. Clearly not knowing what he is doing but kidding himself nonetheless, Slater prepares to begin his live performance and just in time to save the fans from a disgraceful attempt at rock music, the entrance music of a very popular TCW superstar plays.
IF YOU SMELL... WHAT THE ROCK... IS COOKING!
This crowd erupts with cheers, having been previously booing the hell out of Slater. As the music of the Great One sounds across the loudspeaker, the Rock appears at the top of the ramp. He looks across this capacity crowd through his aviators, completely sold out once again. He’s dressed in full ring attire, a cut off “Brahma Bull” t-shirt adorning his upper body. With a microphone in hand, he quickly cuts off the man in the ring.
Rock: WOAH WOAH WOAH WOAH WOAH….WOAH!
The Rock extends his hand to Slater, his music quickly being cut off as the Crowd erupts into a “Rocky Chant.” He has no time to interact with them presently though. He has business to attend to.
Rock:Heath Slater. You come out here and run your mouth, calling yourself the “Rocker.” You wanna come out here and hold your little con-look at the Rock when he’s talking to you Jabroni-Did you actually think that you could come out here on the Rock’s show and have your little concert? Is that what you…think?
Heath Slater: I-
Rock:IT DOESN’T MATTER WHAT YOU THINK!
The Rock pauses as Slater looks incredibly pissed off. The fans erupt with a huge “Rocky” chant as the Great One stares his opponent down.
Rock:Heath Slater. The Rock says this: tonight, this is the Rock’s Show. This is War Zone. This is the Rock Bottom Edition, and seeing as we are…in Minneappolis! [hugepop] The Rock says, you will NOT be performing tonight! You will NOT be having a “Rock” concert, because the fact of the matter is this: you have a match tonight with Jabroni Beating-LALALA pie eating, trail blazing eye brow raising, Best Damn Warzone GM With Class, quick to kick your monkey ass-THE ROCK!
The Rock stares his opponent down again, before raising the microphone back up to his lips.
Rock:And Heath Slater, that match is going to take place…right now! You see the votes have been tallied. The People have spoken. Heath Slater, you are about to go ONE ON ONE with the GREAT ONE…in a Brahma Bull Rope Match! So Heath Slater, the Rock has just one question to ask you: Hows your lips? Cause the Rock is about to slap them right off your face!
The Rock Vs. Heath Slater
Brahma Bull Rope Match
The ref bulls out the rope from behind the announcer's table and ties each end onto one of the wrestler's wrists. He then explains the rules for the competitors and those watching at home: no disqualification, fall count anywhere, and the wrestlers may not remove the rope from their own wrist. The bells sounds and quickly the two men lock up. Rock throws a few punches before pulling Slater into a clothesline. Slater gets back up quickly and wraps the rope around Rock's throat, completely legal. The Rock grabs at the rope around his neck to try to loosen it. The One Man Band climbs on The Great One's back and tugs at the rope harder. Rock's experience helps him as he wisely runs backwards into the turnbuckle posts, Slater the one receiving most of the damage. Rock turns around and lifts Slater up, only to powerslam him into the ring canvas. The stunned Slater rolls out of the ring for a breather but The Rock pulls on the rope connecting the two, causing the red-headed man to fall back on his bottom. Rocky tugs harder and pulls Slater inches from the ring. He manages to pull his opponent's wrist in and chooses to stomp on it a few times. Slater cries out in pain before rolling back into the ring. The Rock stops his assault on Slater's wrist and picks him up for a Spinebust...no! Heath Slater weasels out of it and kicks Rock right in the head. Rock turns his back on Slater and leaves himself open for a running bulldog! With The Rock on the ground, Slater again climbs out of the ring and reaches under it. For the second time tonight a superstar pulls a chair from underneath the ring. He positions the chair on the apron so it is inches from The Rock's noggin. He grabs the bull rope and he pulls The Rock by the rope! Rock's head slides hard into the chair! Slater slides back into the ring, and goes for the pin! One-Two- And the Great One kicks out! Slater pulls the Rock up by the bull rope, and pulls him close... He's going for the Rock Bottom! But the Rock hits an elbow, reversing his own move! The Rock hits his signature right punch, before pulling him back up, and hitting another! He pulls him back up, and punches him again, before looking to the millions and millions and delivering one last punch-NO! Slater ducks under, and rolls the Rock up for the pin, grabbing the tights! One-Two-Three! Slater pulls off the upset! He quickly unties the rope, and gets the hell out of the ring, before the Rock gets to his feet! Slater walks back up the ramp, taunting at the crowd in attendance that he just defeated the Great One!
Cole: Slater! Slater! This guys in MY Fave Five!
Booker T: Awww shucky ducky! That wasn't fair at all! Slater stole that one!
The change of the lighting in the arena was so slight, that it was hardly noticeable. From the regular arena lighting, to a shade of blue was thought of as a romantic shift of events. Was a kiss-cam about to happen? Has professional wrestling stooped so low? But then, there was an enormous spotlight! This spotlight shone a pure, snow white, and it casually drifted among the sea of blue people. Now, the Minnesota fans in attendance had a sharp notion of curiosity? Another spotlight flashed on, and where as a large circle of the blue fans were briefly painted white, directly across the arena, a crimson red circle became its counterpart.
Many of the fans caught on soon. Took them long enough. As the slower portion of those in attendance finally caught on, a chant broke the sound barrier.
“USA! USA! USA!”
The crowd broke was in a patriotic frenzy! The nation’s symbol began to billow over the TitanTron, and the crowd just lost it! Some stood to their feet, anticipating the national anthem to begin playing, but nothing happened. The lights left as slowly as they’d come. The American Flag dissipated from the TitanTron, and before completely going to black once again, a patriotic-themed text flashed onto the screen! It read,
Mr. Kennedy vs. John Cena
w/ Special Guest Referee The Rock
The Rock calls for a clean fight between the two men and asks them to shake hands. Cena extends his hand and Kennedy takes it, and pulls him in for a clothesline. He gets on one knee and punches the grounded Cena in the forehead. Rock pulls him off Cena, but Kennedy just comes back this time working on his shoulders. Again Rock takes Kennedy off Cena and he manages to stand back up. Kennedy whips Cena into the ropes, but he just comes back with a shoulder block, two shoulder blocks, three shoulder blocks! Cena takes Kennedy's right arm and slams it to the ground. He then picks the champ up and attempts to whip him into the turnbuckle, but Kennedy reverses it and it is Cena who smashes into the corner. Mr. Kennedy strikes Cena repeatedly and stomps on his body once he falls to the ground. The Rock counts to four before Kennedy backs off the leader of the Cenation. The guest referee's eyes follow Kennedy as Maria grabs Cena's arm and wraps it awkwardly around the corner post, wrenching the limb. She let's go as The Rock comes back to Cena, yelling at him to get up. He gets back to his feet as the champ runs in for a splash. Cena jumps out of the way at the last second, sending Kennedy chest first into the post. The champ reels backwards and falls to the ground. Cena stands above Kennedy and signals for the Five-Knuckle Shuffle! He bounces of the ropes and drops his fist on Kennedy. Cena covers. 1...2...kick! The Rock calls the count fairly and Kennedy kicks out. Cena stands over Kennedy's body, trying to pull him to his feet, and the champ pokes Cena in both eyes. He stands back up while John Cena recovers from the dirty move. Kennedy grabs Cena's from behind and hits a neckbreaker. He then lifts Cena onto his shoulders and performs a rolling fireman's slam, somersaulting with Cena on his back. He then climbs the turnbuckle and hits the Kenton Bomb! Kennedy covers. 1...2.......... Nothing happens as The Rock just pauses in motion. The Great One then stands up and shouts, "IT DOESN'T MATTER IF THE ROCK COUNTS TO THREE!" Kennedy flies to his feet and gets in the Rock's face! He and The Rock exchange a few words... And Kennedy hits the Mic Check on Rock! He pulls The Rock's limp body over to the pin, and lifts his hand for him! One-Two-Three! Mr. Kennedy wins!
Taz: The Rock was only reacting to Kennedy trying to pull a fast one!
Booker T: And multiple times! The Rock has rights as a ref not to let that Mister Ken cheat!
Cole:Well, what's done is done! Don't be such a crybaby! It's time for our main event!
The Main Event
The Brian Kendrick & Antonio Cesaro Vs. Wade Barrett & Santino Marella
Tag Team Match
The main event – A Hardcore Tag Team. With no rules, this one could go various routes. On top of that, we had not one, but two unlikely pairings. The Brian Kendrick, a renewed crowd favorite, and the TCW Champion, teaming up with the Swiss Superman, Antonio Cesaro! And on the other side, the Sinister Wade Barrett was teaming up with The Italian Stallion. These men had all met before, and this surely wouldn’t be the last time.
The match begins with The Brian Kendrick sizing up with Wade Barrett. Barrett mounts an offensive first thing, knocking the champion to his stomach, and begins pounding him on the back with his forearms. A quick boot to the head set the tone that this match, as long as Barrett was in control, would be a brawl. On the other side of the ring, Santino had Cesaro in a rear arm lock, wrenching away. Not one to be technically outdone, Cesaro reversed the arm lock into one of his own, before tossing Santino to the arena floor! Kendrick had fought back to his feet, and was now in control. He hit a stiff roundhouse to the head of Barrett, before laying him out with a Shining Wizard! Cesaro had a Kendo Stick on the outside now, and he swung it down on the back of Santino! The Italian Stallion cried out in pain! Another whack to the chest of Santino took him to his knees, where Cesaro continued unloading until the stick cracked in two! Inside the ring, the champion had Barrett on the ropes, and hit a dropkick taking Barrett out of the ring! He followed him out, but Barrett was ready, and tossed him headfirst into the stairs! Santino was then hoisted onto Cesaro’s shoulders, and dropped onto the security wall! And Cesaro, out of nowhere, is flattened by a clothesline from Wade Barrett! He makes a save for his partner! Barrett lifts Santino up, giving his partner a fighting chance… but Kendrick, who had climbed to the apron, ran and dove onto the two! The crowd begins to chant “This is Awesome!” as Kendrick climbs back to his feet, to be met by a disapproving glance from Cesaro for showboating, but once Barrett and Santino stir, it’s back to business. Cesaro slides Barrett into the ring, as Kendrick takes Santino on outside. Cesaro has Barrett in the surfboard stretch maneuver, essentially ripping Barrett’s arms out of the sockets.. will he submit!? On the outside, Kendrick was laying boots into Santino, when the tide was shifted by an uncharacteristic thumb to the eye by Santino, before tossing him into the ring pole! Kendrick was laid out on the side of the ring, as Santino grabbed a steel chair and entered the ring. As he did, Cesaro let go of his hold, to react to Santino, but Santino stopped him with a hand gesture. Intrigued, Cesaro stopped and stared at the Italian clutching the chair. Barrett got to his feet, and began yelling at Santino to hit Cesaro, but Santino just handed the chair to Cesaro. Santino walked out, leaving Barrett to the dogs. Cesaro eyed Barrett, and then eyed the chair in his hands, before closing in on Barrett and hitting him in the skull! He didn’t look to be done either! With the added advantage given to him by Santino, Cesaro raised the chair high above his head, ready to fire down on Barrett! But Kendrick grabbed the chair from his hands, gaining a small cheer from the crowd. Kendrick mouthed, “Just pin him! There’s no need for this!” But looking to make an impact on TCW, Cesaro took the chair from Kendrick forcefully, pushing him away with the other hand! Cesaro turned to continue the beating on Barrett, but after a chair shot, Kendrick called to Cesaro, who turned into a fierce Super Kick from Kendrick! Chair still in hand, Cesaro fell right onto Barrett! The ref made the count, One-Two-Three! Kendrick and Cesaro, in the least traditional way possible, had won the match!
Taz: And what the Hell is the matter with Santino! That wasn't something we see Santino do!
Booker T: Naw, man. But that was some quality action from Kendrick! What a stand up guy!
Taz: He did something I don't think I would've done. The Brian Kendrick might've made quite an enemy in his tag team partner tonight!
Cole: And that's all the time we have tonight! Thank you for joining us here at TCW! Good night!
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Feb 12, 13 at 2:17pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Antonio Cesaro and Aksana – TCW’s power couple. Their actions are indescribable. Their reputation - uncomparable. Their appearance as one – beautiful.
Even alone, Aksana was gorgeous. Her skin is unflawed, her eyes are angelic. And alone is the perfect way to describe the breathtaking diva on this fine evening. She stands in her dressing room, looking hard into the mirror, focusing hard on applying her makeup perfectly. Suddenly, there was a man behind her, she felt his presence, and figured that it must be Antonio Cesaro. Who else would approach her in her own dressing room? She leaned back on him, smiling, but soon realized that it wasn’t her lover. She turned around with a gasp, and found herself staring at Cody Rhodes.
But Cody Rhodes would only smile. He ran his hand down his cheek, making sure his jaw muscles were set for enunciating his flowing voice into words. He began, speaking slowly and soothingly.
A smile made its way onto the face of Rhodes. Depending on the matter of perception, Aksana would have been either repulsed or allured. She furrowed her brow, which incited a chuckle out of Rhodes.
He took her by the hand, a simple show of chivalry, and kissed her fingers. She blushed, but her expression soon changed. Her eyes were now cast over Cody Rhodes’ shoulder, staring at her lover, who looked absolutely irate, Antonio Cesaro.
Cody Rhodes let Aksana’s hand drop, and she pulled it away as if he’d dropped her hands on hot coals. Rhodes now spun around to Cesaro.
He froze for a second, as his eyes gazed over Cesaro’s face. Admittedly, Cesaro was quite a looker, as evidenced by the beautiful trophy he carried on his arm.
Rhodes reached over and grabbed the hand of Antonio Cesaro, and pulled him close in a handshake, before reaching for Aksana’s hand and holding the both of their hands.
Rhodes drops the two of their hands, before walking right back out of the room, leaving them confused.
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Feb 12, 13 at 4:16pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
The weekly pyros light up, as Total Championship Wrestling takes over the broadcast! The camera swivels around to view the screaming crowd in attendance, before swiveling to show Michael Cole, Taz, and Booker T, TCW's commentary team.
Cole: Hello everyone! And welcome to Tuesday Night Warzone! I'm Michael Cole, here with Taz and the man of many Faves, Booker T!
Taz: Yeah! Tonight, we've got one hell of a great show! Our TCW Champion is in action!
Booker T: But Kendrick isn't just going up against anyone, he's up against dat monster Ryback!
Cole: And don't forget the deciding factor, Paul Heyman!
Booker T I think if Heyman tries to pull something, Kendrick kicks his teeth in!
Taz: Alright, lets get to our first match! A fatal four way, for a TCW contract!
After a deep rumble took over the arena for a brief moment, the dull roar was interrupted by…
The guitar picked up with a powerful riff, and began it’s slow, drawn out strumming. The song gave off a shattered, murky tone, which Rhodes found quite suiting for himself. That is the imagery one expected to perceive within the mind of Cody Rhodes. A cloudy haze, filling a shadowed realm filled of nothing but shattered mirrors. Perhaps that was the reason Rhodes was always smiling – Everyone perceived his mind as dark and clouded. But it was evident that there was so much more to this young man.
Rhodes struts out from under the terrace of the arena entrance, before stopping to look over the crowd. A few times, he visibly winces to exclaim his disgust at the horrendous looking freaks in attendance. Rhodes continues his powerful stride to the ring, leaping onto the apron to enter into the ring. Lillian Garcia winces as he turns to face him, and he winks at her. He simply raises his hand, ushering for the microphone. He takes it, and she gingerly steps out of the ring, looking perhaps flustered for reasons unknown…
Rhodes put the microphone inches from his mouth, smiling.
Cody Rhodes: “Last week, Vincent McMahon gave me a Total Championship Wrestling contract. What some of you don’t understand, is that Cody Rhodes is a hot commodity. Sure, I took out some of the top stars, but I still got a job. I still am getting paid for what I did. And that’s the definition of a hot commodity – someone you want in your business no matter the price, because they’re worth it. And, ladies and boys, I’m worth it.”
The crowd boos their disagreement. Here’s Cody Rhodes, standing there telling them all that he’s being paid to injure their heroes. That he’s wanted in the company that they paid good money to see! If anyone could see the irony in that, it was Cody Rhodes.
Cody Rhodes: “Last week, Mr. McMahon handed my fate over to the People’s Champ - no matter how hideous the people tend to be – The Rock. And what The Rock did was cast me into a Hell in A Cell with three ingrates that have no knowledge of what it means to be a superstar. Dolph Ziggler, Daniel Bryan, and the masked fool have no idea that there’s more to being inside this ring than just being a good technical wrestler. You have to have the look to go with it, and the charisma to make people give a damn! That’s what makes me the best damn wrestler in this business. The CM Punk’s, the John Cena’s, The Rock’s, the Ric Flair’s, they will pale in comparison to Cody Rhodes!”
Rhodes had been interrupted by Vince McMahon for the second week in a row! Vince strutted out onto the apron and stared down at Rhodes.
Vince McMahon: “ Now listen here, damn it! I gave you a contract for one reason, and one reason only – To punish your ungrateful little ass! Now, last week, I gave control over your booking to The Rock, and he put you in a match that should have annihilated you. But you made it, and quite frankly, you surprised the hell out of me! Here’s what I’m gonna do. I’m appointing an interim GM, as of this moment. And you are to listen and obey this GM. Any funny business? You’re fired! Any contact with this man? You’re fired! Do you understand!? Well, then, without further ado!”
With that, Vince McMahon strutted backstage, and the arena was silenced, except for Rhodes yelling into the microphone.
Cody Rhodes: “This isn’t fair! What the hell is this? I demand to speak to my lawyer! Nowhere in my contract did it say that I was obliged to endure this corporate torture!”
But he was cut off.
The arena exploded as Ric Flair’s music was played over the loudspeaker! The crowd were chanting loudly for the Nature Boy, waiting for him to make his long awaited return… And there he was! Ric Flair walked out onto the ramp using his cane, and smiling and waving to those in attendance. Flair already had a microphone in hand. His words rushed out quickly as he began to berate Rhodes.
Ric Flair: “Wooo! It’s good to be back here and see all of you! Wooo! Except for you, Cody! Of course, don’t think I’ve forgotten the pain I’ve endured! The humiliation I’ve received! Oh, no no! Every waking second, I’ve had to think about the dirty little game you played! I’ve faced heartbreak since you dismantled my friend Alex Riley! And I’m not about to sit here another –Hey, Rhodes, you shut your damn mouth in there kid! I have every right to fire you whenever the hell I want, so you better shut the hell up! – I’m not about to sit here another second and think about what you did to me! No sir! Ric Flair is back, WOOO! And Cody Rhodes, by the end of this month, you’re going to pay for every second of pain I was in! And you can believe that! Wooo!”
Ric Flair’s music came back on just as he said that last “Wooo!” He turned and did his patented walk up the ramp, and back to his new GM office, as Cody Rhodes stomped out of the ring! What a start to WarZone!
Winner receives a Total Championship Wrestling contract!
Taz: He did it! He's won a contract here in TCW!
Booker T: I'd like to personally induct him into my Fave Five!
Cole: Guys, he's only won one match! Plus, any of those guys could get offered a contract at any point! That was that good of a match.
Booker T: And next, my man The Rock gets to get back at dat Mister Kennedy for his actions last week! I can't wait!
Daniel Bryan is shown backstage with Todd Grisham waiting for an interview. Todd Grisham picks up the microphone and puts it in Daniel Bryan's face. Daniel Bryan grabs the microphone from Todd Grisham's hand and the crowd cheers. Daniel Bryan takes a deep breath and begins to speak.
Daniel Bryan: I know I said somethings about Cody Rhodes tonight but I want to evaluate on that. I have beaten Cody Rhodes many times in other promotions. But in TCW, he seems more aggressive and for once cares less about his looks. You all saw what he did in the Cell.......thats why tonight I need to put a stop to him. And thats why my team is going to be victorious tonight.
Daniel Bryan drops the microphone and walks out.
The Rock vs. Mr. Kennedy
Taz: Man! That was quick!
Cole: You're telling me! Booker's speechless!
Taz: Well, we can live without a Fave Five reference for a break! Time for our next match! An elimination six man tag team match! It's gonna be epic!
Antonio Cesaro & Cody Rhodes & Dolph Ziggler vs. El Generico & Daniel Bryan & Rob Van Dam
6-Man Elimination Tag Team Match
Cole: What an explosive tag team match!
Taz: You alright over there Booker?
Booker T: Man, I'm doin' great! I got to watch one hell of a match! Dis is the best job in the world! I can dig it!
Taz: Glad to hear you enjoyed yourself, partner! So, next up, Heath Slater might just be in a situation that he can't weasel his way out of!
Cole: Are you kidding me? He's up against John Cena! When was the last time Cena won a match?
John Cena vs. Heath Slater
Booker T: See there, Cole! Slater needed to pull a fast one!
Cole: What are you talkin' about? Slater won fair and square!
Taz: Don't even play that card, or I'll wring your neck!
Cole: *Laughs nervously* You wouldn't.
Booker T Awww now THAT was crazy! Let's tune in for this next match! Wade Barrett has a score to settle with Santino after his actions last week!
Wade Barrett vs. Santino Marella
Cole: And he's done it!
Taz: That was a brutal match! You can never guess what'll happen on a night like tonight!
Booker T: You're right! There's no telling what will happen on WarZone!
Taz: And, ladies and gentlemen, next, you'll get to see a colossal main event!
Cole: That's right, Ryback is going against the TCW World Champion! And that match is next!
The Brian Kendrick vs. Ryback w/ Paul Heyman
Cole: What the hell!?
Taz: Dean Ambrose! Last time we saw him, he damn near killed Jeff Hardy!
Booker T: That sucka's crazy, let me tell you!
Taz: And it looks like he's made a target of Kendrick! That's gotta be bad news for our champion!
Cole:That looks like that'll be all the time we have! Thanks for watching!
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Feb 19, 13 at 11:41am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
The crowd erupts, as The Nature Boy makes his entrance! The General Manager of Total Championship Wrestling steps into the lights, into the adoration, and he lives it all again. Every memory he’s had from atop the wrestling entrance ramp enlightens him, and for a second, he forgets all about his age. He pulls his cane from the floor, holding it in his hand and making it more of an accessory than a necessity, and he does his signature strut, following it up with a wholehearted, “Wooooo!” Grown men in the crowd bow for the legend, as he continues down the ramp with his cane, Lillian Garcia announces his arrival.
Flair soaked in even more adoration, as he climbed the stairs to the ring. Lillian Garcia was quick to open the ropes for Ric Flair as he climbed into the ring. He thanked her with a kiss on the cheek, and took the microphone, before helping her between the ropes herself. The Nature Boy stared longingly at her rear area as she climbed from the ring, in true Nature Boy fashion. He “Wooo!”’d again, before walking to the center of the ring, microphone in hand.
As if on cue, as if Ric Flair was asking for it:
Cody Rhodes steps onto the top of the stage, looking down at Ric Flair. After a short stare-down, Rhodes begins to slowly trudge down to the ring, a smile on his face. Rhodes had Flair all alone in the ring. The last time these two were alone, Ric Flair was put in the hospital! Rhodes walked around ringside, still locking eyes with Flair, but he instead walked to Lillian Garcia, asking for a microphone. When he got one, he immediately put it to his lips.
After the rude comment to Lillian that garnered a loud negative reaction from the crowd in attendance. Rhodes smiled, as in his mind, their hatred stemmed from their inner self-hate, and Rhodes adored the existence of that hatred. It made these ugly dogs so much easier to play. Rhodes stepped into the ring now, and stepped intimidatingly towards Ric Flair. The Nature Boy didn’t flinch.
And you didn’t book Antonio Cesaro? The Swiss Sensation? The future champion of Total Championship Wrestling! You make him rely on a vote from these disgusting inbreds in the crowd tonight!”
The crowd wants no part of Rhodes’ opinion. Even with that microphone, the crowd is still heard loud over him with their loud disorderly disdain.
Rhodes stands silently glaring at Flair. He takes a step nearer to Flair, fists clenched, but decides better of physical contact and heads out of the ring and up the ramp while Flair “Wooo!”’s after him.
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Feb 19, 13 at 12:07pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
The following is a CO-RP by ADA and The Voiceless
Cody Rhodes had the match card taped to his mirror with a short piece of Scotch tape. Cody Rhodes’ reflection entered the frame of the mirror, flashing his dashing smile. Very theatrical, young Cody was, as he eyed the camera, addressing the audience, before gazing up at the match card.
Cody Rhodes vs. Heath Slater
Cody Rhodes let out a chuckle, before starting to speak to his own reflection. When he spoke, his words were careful and drawn out.
Cody Rhodes: “There’s a reason that gingers like Heath Slater never reach fame or fortune. There’s a reason that they never surpass the greatness of any other variation of this race. That’s because they’re downright hideous. Their freckled skin is an eyesore. Their bright red hair is gaudy. They bring nothing to this world, besides a fill in a gap of wasted space. They don’t get to the top of any business because no one wants to see them there. And that, Mr. One Man Band, is where your fault is in comparison to Dashing Cody Rhodes lies. You see, you’re going to want to stay out of the way of Cody Rhodes. Keep meddling in the affairs of The Rock, though, you two mesh together quite well, in fact. You’re an ugly ginger and he’s an ugly old Samoan - who quite frankly needs to lace up the boots. You’re not a rock star, Heath. You’re not a star at all. Cody Rhodes is a star, and Cody Rhodes will put you in your place.”
Rhodes’ face had grown contorted with anger delivering his last few lines. A voice behind him startled him though, and he spun to meet the Swiss Sensation, Antonio Cesaro…
Antonio Cesaro: "Listen to you; listen to the rubbish that is coming out of your mouth. You win one match and you think you are better than everyone…better than Antonio Cesaro. Silly American. The only reason anyone pays any attention to you is because of my actions last week. You teamed with the great Antonio Cesaro and I made you a star in one short match. You owe everything to me."
Antonio Cesaro lets out a small chuckle as he inspected Cody Rhodes carefully with his eyes. Looking him up and down as he then just shook his head in disappointment.
Antonio Cesaro: "I eliminated two men last week and I am left off the show. How does that make sense? I eliminated two men easily and I get ignored and yet you of all people get booked in a match. Once again Cody you are stealing the spotlight of Antonio Cesaro and if you knew what was good for your health you would apologize to me for being in my match tonight."
Cody Rhodes actually look flustered and nervous as he was berated by Cesaro. He ran his hand back through his short, neatly trimmed hair, before speaking to Cesaro.
Cody Rhodes: "Look, Antonio, I'm just as upset as you are that you're not booked here tonight! Understand, it had nothing to do with me. I have great respect for both you and your lovely Aksana. You two are a beautiful shining light in the damp disgusting cave that is TCW. Besides, that bastard Flair booked the show tonight! Anyhow, you still have the perfect opportunity to be booked, my friend! The Main Event is viewers choice! And surely, you'll be voted into the Number One Contender's match!"
Rhodes looked Cesaro over once more, staring for quite a long time to a point where the situation got uncomfortable. Cesaro went to speak, but Rhodes cut him off.
Cody Rhodes: "Listen. I'm backing you in tonight's match. I'll lobby for these ingrates to vote for you. Not like they have another choice, right? You'll get your match, and then you can take the title that you deserve. On the other hand, I'm going to dispose of that loud obnoxious Ginger tonight. And I'll do it for you and Aksana."
With that, Rhodes turned back to marvel at himself in the mirror.
Antonio Cesaro: "Just remember Cody, don’t make promise you cannot keep. I will give you this one and only chance. I normally don’t give chances to Americans, but there is something about you…you have promise. Make sure that you speak to these people, get them to vote for me, I shall not lower my standards to speak to them, not when I have you to do it for me."
With those insulting words Antonio Cesaro would push past Cody Rhodes, he stops for several seconds and places his hand on his shoulder, giving him a tight squeeze to remind him that failure to live up to promises will be meet with unforgiving force. After Cesaro leaves, Rhodes face breaks into a smile as he stares at himself in the mirror. He puts his own hand to where Cesaro's hand had been, and lets out small sinister chuckle.
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Feb 19, 13 at 4:31pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
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Taz: Earlier this week, the interim general manager of TCW, Ric Flair, allowed fans to choose what matches would take place tonight and who would be in them.
Booker T: That's right. And the competitors for tonight's main event for the number one contender spot will be determined by the fans at TCW.com.
Cole: And who knows? The fans could vote me in the main event match.
Booker T: I doubt anyone would vote you for anything Cole. Just sit back and watch this tag team match to kick off tonight's show.
Drew McIntyre and Austin Aries vs. John Cena and Daniel Bryan
Tag Team Match
Daniel Bryan defiantly shouts that he will be starting the match, which John Cena allows, while on the other side of the ring McIntyre and Aries argue who will be the first competitor. McIntyre pulls a quick one by poking the eye of his partner before heading into the ring. Bryan delivers a quick leg lariat on McIntyre as he stares back at his partner. He continues to stomp on McIntyre's limbs to prevent him from getting back up. Aries strikes Bryan in the back of the head to give his partner a chance to stand up. Bryan turns around and ducks the wild punch of McIntyre, then grabs him from behind for a sleeper hold. Drew shows signs of fading but quickly pushes Bryan off of him. Bryan tries a high kick but misses and McIntyre grabs him from behind. He lifts him up and hits a huge German Suplex. He then whips Bryan into the ropes and flips him onto his back as he rebounds. Aries wants a part of the action and forcibly tags himself in. McIntyre is displeased with this move so as Aries climbs into the ring he picks up Bryan and throws him into his own opponent. Both men hit the canvas as McIntyre climbs out. Aries is the first to climb to his feet and makes his way towards Bryan. He looks to attack the downed Bryan but The Submission Specialist goes for a small package! 1...2...kick! The fatigued Bryan can't steal one and looks towards his opponent, but Aries pulls him backwards. Aries picks him up and hits a sidewalk slam on Bryan. He struts around the ring for a while before delivering an elbow drop on the downed man. Cena desperately calls for the tag but to no avail. Looking to end it, Aries climbs the ring. He outstretches his arms before going for the 450º Splash! But Bryan manages to roll out of the way just in the nick of time. Both men are on the ground, looking to tag in their opponents. Crawling, both make the effort as McIntyre and Cena climb into the ring. Casually, Cena hits two shoulder blocks before lifting McIntyre up for a powerslam. With McIntyre on the ground, Cena calls for the 5 Knuckle Shuffle and hits it! He lifts McIntyre in position for the Attitude Adjustment, but Aries jumps in the ring and elbows Cena in the face. Bryan then joins the fray to defend his partner and hits Aries with a running crossbody! McIntyre recovers and works his way toward Bryan, but his punch is dodged and Bryan sends on to his knees. He repeatedly kicks McIntyre in the chest, the fans echoing "YES!" on every connection. After the last one Areis comes back with a dropkick on Bryan before turning around and receiving a huge lariat from Cena! Both illegal men roll out of the ring and Cena once again lifts McIntyre for the AA! And he hits it! Cover! 1...2...3! Cena wins it against the newest men on the roster. Both Cena and Bryan pick up much needed wins against their worthy opponents.
Booker T: Guess where those two guys just got placed.
Cole: In your fabled fav five, Booker?
Booker T: Exactly. Now let's see what the TCW fans chose for this fight.
The TCW.com Poll shows on the TitanTron for Roman Reigns vs. Rob Van Dam, and it shows that they are scheduled for a Special Referee match! And the choices and results are as follows:
Paul Heyman - 6%
Teddy Long - 22%
Diamond Dallas Page - 72%
DDP will be the special referee!
Roman Reigns vs. Rob Van Dam
Singles Match w/ Special Referee DDP
Rob Van Dam begins the match by taunting for the crowd, and they follow along – Rob! Van! Dam! Then, Van Dam looks to DDP, and they raise their arms together and did RVD's taunt together! The crowd is in a frenzy as they both pose to all four sides of the ring, arms thrusted towards the sky! But as soon as the bell rings, Reigns is on Van Dam! He drives a knee into the abdomen of Van Dam, before hitting him with a jaw shattering uppercut! The stunned Van Dam falls back onto the ropes, clutching his jaw, and Reigns is on him again! He pushes Van Dam back over the ropes, pushing his forearm into his throat, choking him while the special referee, DDP begins his four count! One-Two-Three-Four! Reigns finally lets RVD go, and he falls forward, to be caught by Reigns, who grabs him around the waist and hits a Gutwrench Suplex! Reigns jumps up and gets in DDP's face, yelling at him about counting so quickly for that five count. Reigns turns quickly, just as RVD barely rolls out of the ring as Reigns tries grabbing him from the ground again. Van Dam is recuperating on the outside, as Reigns follows, leaning between the ropes… And Van Dam hits a hard roundhouse kick to the skull of Reigns! Reigns topples out of the ring, falling hard to the arena floor. It’s now Van Dam’s chance, and he takes the time by getting into the ring to distance himself from Roman Reigns. Reigns doesn’t get up until just after the seven-count, and only gets into the ring by DDP's rather quick 9 count. Van Dam has learned his lesson, and is on Reigns now, hitting kick after kick to the mid-section of the behemoth! And a hard kick to the skull of Reigns takes him to the ground! Van Dam has Reigns where he wants him! He throws his arms into the air, thumbs up, and does his signature taunt! Rob! Van! Dam! He runs, and upon rebound, rolls into a somersault and hits a beautiful Rolling Thunder! And then he runs to the ropes and hits a split legged moonsault! But Reigns gets his knees extended, and Van Dam falls hard onto his knees! Reigns is up lightning quick, and has Van Dam in position for a powerbomb! He lifts him up to his shoulders and… No! Van Dam hits a hard punch to the head of Reigns! Another and another! Reigns stumbles back into the corner, and Van Dam hits a Monkey Flip! Reigns clutches his back, slowly getting back to his feet, as Van Dam climbs to the turnbuckle, what is he doing? But Reigns hides behind DDP, stalling Van Dam for the time being - And DDP hits a thumb in the eye of Reigns! It's RVD's chance! He leaps as Reigns holds his eye, looking to hit a diving sidekick! But Reigns breaks into a run, ducking under the kick and as Van Dam turns around he gets hit by a massive Spear! And Reigns makes the cover, One-Two-Three!
Reigns kicks RVD from the ring, and turns to DDP. He screams at the special referee to raise his hand, but DDP stands defiant. And he eats a fierce clothesline from Roman Reigns! DDP is in a heap on the ground, and Reigns picks him back up and sets him up for a powerbomb... and he drops him out of the ring! EMTs have to rush out to help the injured referee, as Reigns makes the climb back up to the entrance.
Cole: You know what we say. Every time someone steps inside that ring, they are putting their careers on the line.
Taz: There was no need for any of that. What Reigns just did in there was completely uncalled for.
Booker T: I have to agree with you Taz. Now let's see what kind of match won the most number of votes.
The poll for Rhodes V Slater pops up on the Tron:
Steel Cage - 36%
No DQ - 29%
Table - 35%
The fans have spoken! The match will take place in a Steel Cage!
Heath Slater vs. Cody Rhodes
Steel Cage Match
The One Man Band lined up across from “Dashing” Cody Rhodes, and looked extremely serious as the cage lowered. As Rhodes stormed across the ring, and went for a wild haymaker though, Slater ducked it and spun back to face Rhodes, a big goofy grin on his face playing air guitar! Rhodes went for a clothesline, but Slater ducked again, and this time, Rhodes turned into a stiff left hook. Slater followed it up by grabbing Rhodes under his arm, and twisting him quickly to hit a neckbreaker! Slater takes this opportunity to make a quick escape over the cage, but Rhodes catches him by the foot and pulls him back to the mat, before hitting a hard clothesline directly into the cage! Slater slumps down to his knees and Rhodes continues wailing fists into his skull! The referee can only watch and observe, as “Dashing” Cody Rhodes pushed his knee hard into the skull of Heath Slater! Rhodes finally decided to let up, and it proved fatal, as Slater pulled Rhodes by the trunks backwards hard into the steel cage, face first! The Dashing One was irate at having his face hit! He stormed after Slater, but was caught with a boot to the gut, and an elbow to the face! Rhodes fell back to the mat, clutching his face and screaming! Rhodes slowly gets to his feet, and he turns to see Slater trying to make the climb! He climbs up right next to Slater, who’s struggling to get over the top of the cage, and grabs him for a bulldog off the cage wall! Slater is down! Rhodes slowly rolls to his feet, and goes to escape out the cage door, but Slater stops him this time! Slater pulls him back in, hitting strong lefts and rights, and then Irish Whips Rhodes hard into the cage! Slater goes to climb the cage again, and Rhodes is having trouble getting to his feet! Just as Slater is about to get over the top, Rhodes grabs him by the tights and slowly pulls him back down onto the top rope! One final tug, and he pulls Slater clean off of the ropes, where he lands on his feet, and Rhodes takes a lightning-quick leap to the ropes and hits a massive Beautiful Disaster kick! Now, Rhodes takes the climb over the cage, and is out before Slater has a chance to get to his feet! Rhodes wins!
Taz: For once I agree with you.
Booker T: With a performance like that, I just might place both men in my fav five.
Taz: You go ahead and do that Booker. Next up is The Rock against a changed Santino Marella.
Cole: I wonder what kind of match the TCW fans voted for this time.
The results of the poll for The Rock's match with Santino Marella pops up on the Titantron.
No Disqualification - 63%
Submission - 17%
Tuxedo Match - 20%
The TCW fans have decided and they want to see both men give it their all in a No DQ Match.
The Rock vs. Santino Marella
No Disqualification Match
Before the match begins, Santino grabs a chair from underneath the ring. The bell sounds and he wildly swings the chair at The Rock. The veteran dodges it and delivers a string of rights to Santino's face and neck to send him down on the canvas. The Rock picks up the chair Santino dropped and wedges it onto Santino's right leg. The Rock goes for a leg drop onto the chair but Santino ducks under the ropes and crawls out of the ring. He manages to remove the chair from his leg and turns back to The Rock, who is in midair delivering a flying fist. Santino receives the entire force of the blow and falls back to the barricade. The Rock picks him up onto his right shoulder and drops Santino face first into the protective barricade. Santino reels back in pain as Rocky grabs him by his short hair and tights. He pulls his opponent away from the ring before turning around and throwing him into the corner post. Santino grabs his shoulder just for Rock to pick him up and do it again. The bruised man crawls on the floor to find his chair and picks it up. Rock comes at Santino again, but this time he connects with the chair. A few more times Santino hits his opponent with chair shots before The Rock escapes by crawling back into the ring. Santino follows him and tries again to hit him with the chair, but Rock dodges it, swings around him, and gives Santino a massive German suplex! When both men get up, Rock puts Santino into an abdominal-stretch hold. Santino manages to grab ahold of a rope but to no avail: it is a No Disqualification Match. Realizing his mistake, Santino scratches at the eyes of The Rock and manages to break free. Santino tries to lift his opponent up for a slam, but it is reversed and he becomes on the receiving end of a huge Spinebuster! On top of the chair no less! The Rock yells out to the crowd and positions himself for the People's Elbow. He makes it to the first set of ropes, but it's Heath Slater! Slater is in the ring and grabs ahold of The Rock. Paydirt! Now from behind Mr. Kennedy grabs Rocky for the Mic Check! Slater plays his air guitar while thrusting his crotch near Rock's head as Kennedy taunts him with his TCW Television Title. Both men then leave the ring and walk backstage, arm over each other's shoulder, as the massive crowd boos and shouts obscenities at them. Inside the ring, both men are down. Santino rises to his feet first and brings The Rock to his feet, only to grab ahold of him for his new finisher, Rolling Black Out! The Rock is forced to immediately tap out.
Cole: It was a no disqualification match. What Heath Slater and Mr. Kennedy did was completely legal.
Taz: Just because it was legal doesn't mean it was right.
Cole: Still, I think it was a smart move.
Booker T That's debatable. I don't know anyone who would want The Rock pissed off at them. But now, ladies and gentlemen, get ready to see who will be in the main event for a chance at the TCW World Heavyweight Title.
For the last time tonight the TCW.com Poll shows up on the Titantron. All of the wrestlers on the TCW roster appear, but the screen zooms in on the top five vote-getters.
Mr. Kennedy - 5%
Antonio Cesaro - 12%
Santino Marella - 20%
Ryback - 19%
Wade Barrett - 32%
Tonight's Main Event match-up will be between Santino Marella and Wade Barrett!
Santino Marella vs. Wade Barrett
After both men enter the ring and the bell sounds, Barrett quickly gains the upper hand by barraging Santino with punches. Marella falls and holds the ropes for dear life as Barrett continues his assault by now stomping all over Santino's body. The ref pulls him off, giving Santino the opportunity to dive at the back of Barrett's thigh, bringing him down to the ground. Santino, exhausted from his match earlier in the evening, looks to end this one now by placing Barrett in an armbar. However, Barrett has plenty of energy left and easily breaks out of the hold. Both men rise and Santino delivers a hard shoulder block to Barrett. He covers. 1..kick! Both men rise and lock up shoulders. Barrett seems to gain the advantage, but Santino positions his feet and then hits Barrett with a scissor sweep. Barrett falls hard on the back of his head and clutches his skull as Santino climbs the corner turnbuckle. Santino goes for the falling headbutt but Barrett quickly dodges it. Barrett attacks Santino legs by lifting them and stomping on his thighs. He then lifts Santino up onto his shoulders and slams him down. Barrett waits for Santino to get to his feet before whipping him into the ropes. As Santino comes back, Barrett picks him up for a vicious suplex. Now Barrett picks Santino up and whips him into the corner turnbuckle. Barrett runs in for a splash, but Santino dodges it and rolls to the side. As Barrett recovers and turns his back to Santino, the newly-turned heel shows off his knowledge of judo and puts Barrett into a Do-Jime chokehold. Barrett tries to make it to the ropes, but Santino overpowers him. Unable to reach one, Barrett elbows Santino in the kidneys multiple times to break the hold. Once again both men lock up shoulders. But hold on! Out of the crowd, a man jumps over the barricade. It is none other than Dean Ambrose! He slides under the ropes, pulls out a baton from his pants leg, and strikes both competitors in the head at the same time. The ref calls for the bell, ending the match in a no contest. Ambrose continues his assault by striking both men repeatedly with his weapon. The referee tries to bring some order, but Ambrose hits him once in the head to knock him out. Ambrose again goes to Santino and Marella when-
FEED! ME! MORE!
Ryback runs out from backstage, Paul Heyman following slowly, and jumps in the ring. He manages to knock the baton out of Ambrose's grip and strikes the intruder multiple times. Ambrose tries to roll out of the way, but Ryback picks him up onto his shoulders and looks to hit Shellshock. But then a familiar guitar riff hits and Kendrick runs out onto the floor. He tosses his title aside as Ambrose uses this distraction to elbow Ryback in the temple. Ryback drops Ambrose as Kendrick enters the ring. Kendrick punches Ambrose several times in the stomach before kicking him in the head. Ryback comes back into the scene now and saves Ambrose. The two men together attack the champion when another man slowly makes his way from the backstage entrance. It's...it's Kurt Angle! Kurt Angle has come to TCW! All three men stand stunned in the ring as Angle slowly climbs through the ropes, waiting to see what he will do. Angle looks over all three men before finally attacking Ryback. Kendrick uses this help to go on the attack against Ambrose. Santino and Barrett now climb back into the ring and start punching anyone they see. This match has turned into an all-out brawl.
Taz: It's every man for himself now.
Booker T: I hope someone breaks this up soon. Who knows what could happen if this continues.
Taz: And who knows what the interim GM Ric Flair will book next week in response.
Cole: And that will take place next week on TCW Warzone. That's it for our show tonight, folks. See you next week.
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Feb 23, 13 at 12:24am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Cody Rhodes enters on scene, and those in attendance cringe. Rhodes had been the epitome of antagonism on their self-confidence since his first appearance, when he showed them their hero was worthless, and many times since, when he insulted them on a daily basis. Nonetheless, their hatred only further flared when they saw he was standing outside the locker room of one Antonio Cesaro. Cesaro they hated just as well, just as much. The fact that the two men seemed to be working in collaboration did nothing but upset the viewers. Cody Rhodes knocks on the door.
There is no answer, and Rhodes lets his eyes run over the hall, checking for any unwanted guests, before stepping into the locker room, shutting it behind him. The screen cuts to black.
After the break, we find ourselves in Cesaro’s locker room, evidenced by posters of himself and Switzerland’s flag. Cody Rhodes is still the sole inhabitant of the room. From the spot of the camera, we cannot see who Rhodes is speaking to, but he is entering into a monologue that he may have started before the camera was on him.
For years, I’ve been misunderstood on the concept of my relationship with people of beauty like the two of you. I’ve been called… a freak. I look at myself in the mirror a lot, and suddenly people call me vain. I simply like to look at beauty. That’s why I look at the two of you.
Let me tell you a story. When I was just a little boy, I wasn’t Dashing, I was just plain. And I envied those gifted with beauty more than anything. One day, I sat and stared at a magazine that was full of male models, admiring them, wishing I could look like them. And my father ripped the magazine right out of my hands, and he rolled it up, and he beat me and beat me with it! ‘No son of mine is a nancy! No son of mine is going to be raised a queer!’ That stereotypical hypocrite! Dusty Rhodes, the American Dream, where anyone and everyone can be who they want, but his son can’t admire beauty? Every day since, I despised my cursed father! I strive to be Dashing simply because he was a fat, intolerant slob!
You see? I don’t have any sexual attraction to men, or even women for that matter! I like to surround myself with beauty! That’s what I’m here for! That’s who I am! And my father? My father doesn’t accept me for that? These people don’t accept me? That’s why I do what I do! That’s why I hurt!”
Cody Rhodes was in tears, fighting back the urge to fly his fists forwards. He was letting everything out to Antonio and Aksana, who didn’t seem to be saying anything.
As Cody Rhodes finished his speech, he wiped the tears from his eyes. The camera began to slowly move about the room, adjusting itself so it could catch the response from Antonio and Aksana…
But they weren’t there. Rhodes was standing in front of Cesaro’s body-length mirror, staring at himself. Suddenly, he was overcome in a fit of rage! He swung his right fist forward with all his might, punching the glass! It shattered to the floor, and was soon painted by the crimson red of blood dripping from Cody’s hand. Most of the glass had shattered onto the floor, but what remained, whilst terribly damaged, still reflected Cody Rhodes’ face, as he stared into the shattered mirror. He ran his hand down his face, smearing blood across it. The blood ran down his face as he continued to stare, and it gave the illusion that his tear ducts were producing blood. Still, Rhodes twisted his bloodied face into a crazed smile and uttered a single word.
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Feb 26, 13 at 11:30am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
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 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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Mar 01, 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 02, 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 03, 13 at 9:40pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Total Championship Wrestling Presents: Apocalypse
A big, bold "10" lights up every television tuned in to watch Apocalypse. As every man, woman, and child waits for the "10" to become a "9", the "9" an "8", and so on, their heart pace quickens a bit. Their blood runs a bit quicker in their veins. Adrenaline is coursing through them now, and each and every wrestling fan feels the chills. As the "3" turns into "2", many are on their feet, off their couches, and when the number "1" hits, the screen goes black, and their lungs nearly cease. The extreme excitement erupts, as the black screen is suddenly a beautiful, brightly-lit stage with the word "Apocalypse" spelled out in large, decorated text that actually creates the entire layout of the stage itself. The anticipation reaches a climax as loud pyrotechnics shoot off, creating a visual spectacle. The camera then pans over those in attendance, all of who are fortunate enough to be in the exact spot that everyone watching at home wishes they could be! Those television sets switch over to the announce table, where Taz, Booker T, and Michael Cole are sitting, finely dressed, and welcome those watching at home to the show.
Taz: This is Taz, here with my colleague, Booker T, and resident punk, Michael Cole! This show is gonna be off the hook!
Booker T: Aww yeah! It's called Apocalypse for a reason! We have some crazy matches coming at us! Not only a TV Title Match between two guys with an intense rivalry, but a Last Man Standing match and...
Cole: An Elimination Chamber match! With The Brian Kendrick pitted against Dean Ambrose, Wade Barrett, Kurt Angle, Santino Marella, and Kurt Angle! I don't know about you guys, but I am ready to guarantee The Ryback a victory!
Taz: Cole! You just cut off my man Book! Now you gotta know that that ain't right here! You watch it, got it punk?
Booker T:Aww, Taz, cool it dawg. I just gotta argue with Cole here, I think that The Brian Kendrick can retain that belt!
Cole: Oh, give me a break! Kendrick isn't even cleared to compete! If he were to make it out here, there'd be no chance he could beat MY fave five! Well, four, I can't stand Angle!
Taz: You know what? Shut your mouth. We got a show to commentate. Up first, Drew McIntyre vs. Daniel Bryan! It's gonna be intense!
Drew McIntyre vs. Daniel Bryan
The match starts off, with Daniel Bryan yelling "YES!" across the ring at Drew McIntyre. This match looks to get off on the wrong foot, as McIntyre doesn't even yell back, but just charges Bryan, locks him in a fierce headlock, and pounds him in the head with a fist. Bryan falls to the mat, and Drew kneels over him in seconds, pounding his face with five fierce punches before the referee finally steps in! He and the referee fight over the call, and when the referee asks if he'd like to be disqualified, Drew McIntyre answers with a loud, "NO!" This ignites a lot of "YES!" chants from the crowd, as Drew McIntyre begins to shout back at them, very reminiscent of Bryan's own antics. Bryan jumps onto the distracted McIntyre's back and locks in a sleeper hold! McIntyre runs him back into the turnbuckle, forcing him to let go. He spins to face Bryan, and then throws a hard elbow into the Yes-Man's face. Bryan ducked the next punch, and threw a hard knee in the mid-section of McIntyre! And he begins leveling McIntyre with hard lefts and rights! The referee finally has to step in, and he pulls Bryan off of McIntyre, and The Scotsman takes this opportunity to charge Bryan and hit a hard clothesline over the referee's head. He rolls Bryan onto his stomach, and stands over him. He sends fists down hard onto the skull of Bryan! Lefts and fierce rights! When Bryan tries fighting to his feet, McIntyre jumps up and throws all of his bodyweight down onto Bryan's back, following this up with a Camel Clutch! Bryan writhes in pain, struggling not to tap out! Bryan begins fighting to his feet, once the crowd begin chanting "NO!" chants. Finally, Bryan has enough leverage to flip and drop McIntyre on his back! Bryan crawls to the ropes to pull himself up, and McIntyre chases him, but he sends a hard straight-kick back into his midsection! He then actually springboards off the bottom rope, and flies back to hit McIntyre hard in the face with a back-elbow! Bryan is on his feet, and the crowd are hot into it. McIntyre struggles to his feet, and the two face each other, ready to rush in again. Bryan goes to grab McIntyre first, but Drew hits him with a kick to the stomach, and he sets up the Future Shock! But Bryan counters by twisting his body, and Drew's in the process, and with another motion of the body, he has McIntyre's arm and is pulling him into position for the Yes Lock! McIntyre hits him with a headbutt though, and Bryan stumbles backwards, bouncing off the ropes. And he returns from the rebound by jumping into the air and driving an elbow hard into the chest of McIntrye! Drew is down, winded, and Bryan decides this is the time! He climbs atop the turnbuckle quickly and dives for a Diving Headbutt! But McIntyre rolls out of the way! Bryan rolls around in pain, and Drew lifts him rights off the ground, pulling him directly into position for the Future Shock, and he hits it! He makes the cover - One-Two-Three! Drew McIntyre has picked up the win!
Booker T: My boy D-Bry put up such a great fight! Can't believe he couldn't pull it off!
Cole: Daniel Bryan is a loser! He deserved that loss! He...
Booker T: Cole, you about to get on my last nerve! I'm gonna take you in that ring, and have my boy lock you in that Yes Lock, and we'll see who's a loser then!
CM Punk vs. Austin Aries vs. The Boogeyman
Triple Threat Match
All three men are in the ring and await the sound of the bell and as soon as it dings both Punk and Aries attack The Boogeyman. They force the brute into the corner and both start hammering away at the midsection with punches and kicks, before The Boogeyman blocks a punch and throws a punch, then blocks a punch and then throws a punch. Boogeyman seems to be impervious to the pain that was just inflicted on him as he pushes forward through both men. Aries is the first to go down from a right hand and then Punk follows. Aries gets to his feet and charges after Boogeyman who just picks him up and slams him down with a running powerslam that sends him rolling out of the ring in pain. CM Punk however has been back to his feet stalking the man that stalks you in the dark. Boogeyman turns around and is met with an enzuigiri that knocks Boogeyman down hard. Punk goes for a cover, but it’s not enough to put the Boogeyman down just yet as he kicks out. Punk pulls Boogeyman to his feet and pushes him into the corner pushing his hands into the face of Boogeyman making him look straight up. CM Punk is being given the five count to get out of the corner and just right before five he backs up just to deliver a huge knife edge chop that would send a normal man to the canvas, but Boogeyman seems to just feed off of it and walks toward Punk begging for me. Punk charges up and delivers another chop, but once again it’s met with nothing from Boogeyman. Punk takes a couple steps back trying to get Boogeyman to back off a little, but tries to sneak in another chop, but Boogeyman catches the hand and picks Punk up. Boogeyman lifts Punk up and over his head showing off his tremendous strength. Boogeyman walks around a little with Punk hoisted over his head, but Austin Aries is back in the match and perched on the top rope. Boogeyman doesn’t seem to notice, but he soon will as Aries dives off at Boogeyman and lands a diving cross body knocking all three men to the ground. Aries is first to his feet and begins to work on Boogeyman with stomps to the midsection. CM Punk begins to stir, but is met with a low drop kick from Aires to the jaw and Punk rolls out of harm’s way and into the corner. Aries grabs up Boogeyman and gives him a huge suplex and goes for a pin, but once again Boogeyman kicks out. Aries drags Boogeyman closer to the center of the ring and nails a huge DDT and goes for another cover, but this time it’s Punk that saves the match up by breaking up the pin. Punk grabs up Aries and shoves him into the corner and delivers some serious forearm shots that have Aries looking dazed. Punk grabs a hold of Aries and sends him off to the opposite corner. Punk gears up and charges after the cornered Aries and jumps up for the high knee, but Aries grabs a hold of Punk and shoves him backwards knocking him on his back. Punk doesn’t stay down long and comes rushing back at Aries who meets him with an elbow that turns Punk around clutching at his jaw. Aries turns and hops up to the second rope and bounces back delivering a huge back elbow to the jaw of Punk. Aries is quick to go for a cover, but Boogeyman is back in the match and breaks up the pin. Boogeyman grabs both men by the hair and pulls them to their feet and grabs them each by the throat, but both men deliver a kick to the stomach and go to hit a huge double suplex to The Boogeyman. But wait! Boogeyman falls backwards and hits a double DDT on Punk and Aries! Rather than choosing one, The Boogeyman places an arm over both of his opponents. 1...2...3! The Boogeyman get the win over CM Punk and Austin Aries!
Cole: That guy's a freak! Who in their right mind would step in there with that maniac?
Taz: Be quiet Cole! He'll hear you, and... on second thought, keep it up! Boogeyman, come get him!
Cole: Oh, shut it! Speaking of monster, here comes Roman Reigns!
Roman Reigns vs. Matt Hardy
The bell sounds and the two men lock shoulders. Reigns overpowers the veteran and attempts an irish whip. Hardy hangs on, turns back to Reigns, and kicks the big man twice in the side and once in the head as he leans over. Hardy then bounces off the ropes and forearms Reigns in the chest, sending the big man down on the mat. He turns Reigns on his back and applies an STF hold. Reigns, much more fit and powerful than the older Hardy, easily powers out of the hold. Hardy reels back, then runs his knee into his opponent's temple. Reigns turns back around as Hardy flies in for a bulldog, but Reigns reverses it and slams his opponent down. He takes a look around the arena before lifting Hardy onto his shoulders. Reigns takes a few steps to a corner turnbuckle and slams Hardy back-first into it. Hardy tries to use the ropes to stand back up as Reigns charges in, shoulder first, and pounds him into the post. The big man then throws Hardy down face-first, rolls him over, and covers. 1...2.kick! Hardy still has plenty of fight in him as he jumps straight up to his feet. He strikes Reigns a few times in the gut before hitting him with a forearm smash to the face. Reigns falls backwards onto the ropes and Hardy whips him into a corner. Matt walks over to the opposite turnbuckle and sprints towards Reigns, hitting the corner clothesline! Reigns takes a few dazed steps forward before Hardy hits him with a running bulldog. Hardy covers. 1...2..kick! Reigns throws Hardy onto his back as he breaks the pin. He then goes after Matt with a big lariat, followed by a hip toss. Reigns sits Hardy up and puts him in a headlock. Hardy attempts to power out of it fail, so he manages to elbow Reigns a few times in the kidney to loosen the hold. Hardy gets back up and boots Reigns in the gut, then the head. Reigns falls into a corner and Hardy climbs it, locking his head into position for a DDT as Hardy falls backwards onto the mat. Hardy climbs the turnbuckle again and looks to hit a diving elbow. The crowd cheer loudly for Matt as he dives, but Roman Reigns rolls out of the ring and out of harms way. As Hardy twists in pain in the ring, Reigns pulls him out onto the arena flow. The two share a few blows before Reigns tosses Hardy into the barricade, then into the post, then into another barricade. The ref's count is at three when Reigns takes a few steps back and hits the Spear! Hardy flies through the barricade and into the laps of the TCW interviewers! Reigns crawls back towards the ring and climbs in. The ref counts to six as Reigns's whole body gets in the ring. Before Matt Hardy can even get to his feet, the ref reaches a count of ten and declares Roman Reigns the winner.
Taz: I gotta say, that was an intense showing!
Booker T: You gotta know though, sucka, you won't be seeing the last of these two!
Taz: No way, man, that could very well be the start of one hell of a rivalry!
Cole: Alright, nerds, enough speculation! It's time for Mr. Kennedy to be in action! MMMMMMIIIISSSTTTEERRRRRRR KEEEEEEENNNNNEEEEEDDDYYYY!
The Rock vs. Mr. Kennedy w/ Heath Slater
Singles Match for the Television Title
Both Maria and Heath Slater stand outside the ring in Mr. Kennedy's corner and act as the only cheerleaders for the current TCW Television Champion. The crowd's boos quickly shift to cheers once The Rock's entrance music hits. The Brahma Bull jumps into the ring and the two competitors stare each other down as the bell sounds. Neither men make a move until Rocky offers his hand to Mr. Kennedy. The TV Champ looks down at the hand and raises his own arm as if to shake The Rock's hand. However, Kennedy abuses this little trust and instead slaps Rock across the face. This leads to a lock-up, which Rock easily wins. He rolls Kennedy's body around and hits him with a Russian leg sweep. Both men get back up quickly and Kennedy throws a punch that Rock easily ducks under. Rocky comes back and delivers a combination of jabs to Kennedy's head, forcing him to fall backwards onto the corner turnbuckle. The ref starts a count and The Rock immediately stops the onslaught. He allows Kennedy to stand straight up before hitting him with a strong shoulder block. The Rock continues to dominate by suplexing Mr. Kennedy and going for a quick pin. 1...nope! Kennedy easily kicks out but The Rock is also nowhere near finished. He whips Kennedy into the ropes and clotheslines him as he comes back. The Champ hurriedly tries to retreat, but The Great One pulls him back, lifts him a bit, and delivers a strong backbreaker! The Rock still has the quick kill in mind and sets up The People's Elbow. He goes to one side of the ropes, but is tripped up from behind. He points at Maria and Slater, but they argue their innocence. The referee did not appear to see anything and therefore tells Rocky he cannot do anything about it. This only fuels The Rock's anger, but when he turns around he is hit hard by a shoulder block from Mr. Kennedy. The TV Champ then goes on the offensive by delivering a series of kicks. He delivers one hard boot to the gut and The Rock bends forward, leaving himself in excellent condition to be DDTed by Kennedy. With Rock on the ground, Kennedy grabs ahold of his left arm and jumps up and down on it, stomping on the large muscle and bone. He allows The Rock to get to his feet before picking him up and hitting an inverted suplex! Kennedy eyes the turnbuckle and quickly climbs it as Rock lays on the ground. With the chants of "YOU SUCK!" deafening everyone in the building, Kennedy tries for the Kenton Bomb. But The Rock rolls out of the way at the last second! Kennedy rolls on the ground in pain, gripping his own back as Rock uses the ropes to hoist himself up. He stalks Kennedy and waits for him to get to his feet before coming up under him and lifting his opponent onto his shoulders. The Rock struts around the ring for a few paces before hitting a Samoan Drop. Once Kennedy's body rattles the ring, Rock gets to his feet and again stalks his prey. He gets under Kennedy and hits a second Samoan Drop! Kennedy rolls out of the ring to stop the attack and walks over to Slater and Maria, who check on him. The Rock follows after The Champ, pushes Slater out of the way, and grabs ahold of Kennedy. He flings Kennedy first into the barricade, then again into the ring post before tossing him back into the ring. Kennedy uses the ropes to get back to his feet as Rock attempts to return to the ring. The Champ approaches Rock as he stands on the canvas and strikes him once in the head. The Rock reels back, but then throws a punch of his own. The crowd boos Mr. Kennedy and cheers The Rock as the two exchange blows. Finally, Kennedy hits Rock with a hook and then charges his shoulder into his opponent's body, sending him to the floor. At this time, the ref count is at 7, but Kennedy chooses not to try for a count-out. He climbs the turnbuckle and from the elevated position hits the Kenton Bomb! Both men remain on the floor as the ref starts a new count. Slater and Maria run over to help Kennedy back into the ring. They get him near the ropes and The TV Champ rolls underneath them, remaining in a lying position as the ref continues his count. 6! The Rock gets to his knees. 7! The Rock stumbles getting to his feet. 8! He trots to the side of the ring. 9! He manages to roll in before the count can continue. Both competitors are obviously exhausted, but both find the strength to stand up and continue the match. Rock charges at Kennedy, who reverses it and sets up the Mic Check! But The Rock reverses out of that hold and hits a neckbreaker! He squats down, ready to release the Brahma Bull. Kennedy gets up and tries to kick Rock, but he easily catches the feeble kick. However, Kennedy counters and hits the enzuigiri. The Rock falls to the ground and Mr. Kennedy jogs around the ring. He raises his arms to tell the crowd to get loud, and they do so by voicing their displeasure for The Champ. Kennedy stops by a rope and watches The Rock get to his feet. Using the ropes as leverage, he runs and tries to hit Rock with a crossbody. But Rock catches him, and he hits the Spinebuster! The fans quickly switch and cheer for The Rock, who makes his way to Kennedy's head. Maria jumps up onto the canvas and yells for The Champ to get back to his feet. The Rock throws one elbow pad into the crowd and sets up for The People's Elbow. He hits one of the sides, jumps over Kennedy, and falls back into the other rope near Maria. Although he may or may not have come in contact with Mr. Kennedy's girlfriend, Maria falls backwards onto the arena floor and screams in pain. The ref diverts his attention to the fallen woman and The Rock stops before he hits his finisher. He looks over at Maria as Kennedy gets back on his feet. Slater eyes him and throws a steel chair to him. The Rock turns around to see Kennedy with a chair and attempts to wrestle it out of his hands. Maria makes it back to her feet and the ref turns back around to see the action in the ring. Kennedy observes this and let's go of the chair, falling back as if he was hit by a semi-truck. The Rock looks puzzled and turns around to see that the ref saw this action. The referee does not allow The Rock to argue his case and immediately calls to end the match via disqualification! Mr. Kennedy retains! He rolls out of the ring, playing hurt, as Slater runs to fetch the championship and Maria runs to her boyfriend's side. Kennedy slowly makes his way backwards up the ramp, still grabbing his chest, as Rock remains inside the ring infuriated. Once he is nearly out of view, Mr. Kennedy drops the charade to point and laugh at The Rock before hoisting his title above his head.
Cole: What are you talking about! Rock viciously attacked him with that chair!
Taz: I can see Kennedy right now! He's fine! You gotta be kiddin' Cole!
Cole: Whatever you say partner... MISTER KENNEDY! The champion!
Booker T: Dawg, shut your mouth! Get ready for this Last Man Standing Match!
Antonio Cesaro vs. Cody Rhodes
Last Man Standing Match
The heat between the two of these guys is immense. They rush each other, and lock up in a traditional wrestling hold, which certainly isn't expected. Cesaro, in a show of strength, pushes Rhodes back hard into the corner. He sends three hard shots into his abdomen, before sending another knee hard into Rhodes' ribs. Then, he sends Rhodes back to the center of the ring with a belly-to-belly suplex! Cesaro is on Rhodes again, gripping him in across the stomach, lifting him in the air, carrying him around the ring taunting, before sending him hard onto his back with a Gutwrench Suplex! Rhodes slides outside the ring, which actually excites the crowd as they believe this may open up the match for some of the extreme antics that they tend to see in Last Man Standing matches. As Cesaro goes out to meet Rhodes, he is nearly met with a clothesline from Rhodes, but he ducks under it. Cesaro then turns to face the back of Rhodes, and pushes him face first into the ring post! Rhodes falls to the arena floor, clutching his face. As usual, "Dashing" Cody Rhodes throws a fit after having his face hit. He smacks the mat hard, and quickly gets to his feet, sending a fist into the face of Cesaro, and then runs into him and tackles him into barricade. Then, he drops Cesaro with a leg sweep, sending his face crashing into the ring apron! Then, Cesaro rips the mat off the arena floor, and grabs Cesaro! Cody Rhodes is going to send Cesaro hard onto the concrete arena floor, much like he did to Alex Riley! He grabs him, looking for Cross Rhodes! Cesaro rolls out of it though, and hits a Russian Leg Sweep onto the concrete! Cesaro allows the referee to begin the count, as he goes and reaches under the ring, pulling out a chair. He sits down on it, as he waits for the referee to count. He's at three, when Cody Rhodes begins climbing to his feet rather quickly. Cesaro stands up and folds the chair, waiting for Rhodes to stand up and when he does he slams him hard into the ribs. When Rhodes leans over, he slams the chair down onto his back with a loud slap, sending Rhodes to his stomach. Cesaro lifts the chair again, and brings it down onto Rhodes' back again! Cesaro tosses the chair to the side, and kicks Rhodes right in the head! The referee begins counting again. One-Two-Three-Four-Five... but Rhodes stirs to his feet again, and Cesaro comes at him once again, and he's met with a hard elbow to the abdomen. Rhodes then hits Cesaro with a hard uppercut to the face. Rhodes flies to his feet, and jumps onto the apron, before pushing off and flying backward to hit Cesaro with the Beautiful Disaster! Now, it's Cesaro's turn to be counted down! The referee begins counting, but as soon as Antonio stirs at the count of three, Rhodes has the chair and sends it down hard onto Cesaro's back time and time again! After three vicious strikes from the chair, Rhodes commands the referee count again. But Rhodes has a vague idea that Cesaro won't stay down, the Swiss Sensation will not quit that easily. He instead walks over to the ring steps, and pulls rips the top from the bottom, struggling to grip the large stairs, and carry them over to Antonio's downed body. The referee is at a six-count, but Antonio is getting to his feet. And Rhodes is waiting for him to stand up. At the count of eight, Cesaro stands and turns to face Rhodes, who runs at him with the stairs! But Cesaro ducks, and trips Rhodes, who falls down onto the stairs! Rhodes' face smashes down onto the stairs, and he's split wide open! As the blood runs down his face, Cesaro moves towards him and stomps down hard onto Rhodes' head, grinding his face into the stairs! Cesaro doesn't even give the referee the chance to begin the count. He grips Rhodes for the Neutralizer! He's looking to perform the move onto the stairs! Cesaro attempts to pull Rhodes upwards, but Cody drops to his knees and hits Cesaro hard with a low blow! As Cesaro drops to his knees, Rhodes stands and hits a DDT onto the stairs! Cesaro too is bleeding! The referee begins the count... One-Two-Three-Four-Five-Six-Seven-Eight-Nine- But Cesaro is on his feet! Rhodes approaches him, and Cesaro sends a stiff European Uppercut, sending Rhodes backwards, where he stumbles over the mat, and nearly trips down the inches between the mat and the exposed concrete floor. As Cesaro comes after Rhodes one more time, Rhodes hits a slap to the face of Cesaro, and spins him around to put him in position for the Cross Rhodes! And he hits it! Both men are on the arena floor, motionless. As the referee begins his count, neither man looks like he's going to get to his feet... -Six!-Seven!-Eight!... But Rhodes is getting to his feet! Nine! And he's to his feet finally! Cesaro isn't so lucky, as the referee says ten, and Rhodes is up! Rhodes has won the match! As Rhodes makes his way up the ramp, stumbling as he celebrates, the EMTs run out to check on Cesaro. The Swiss Sensation, though, stands up and makes his own way up the ramp, pushing past the doctors. As injured as he seems, Antonio Cesaro makes his way up the ramp.
Taz: Cole, we all know what you're on about.
Booker T: Yeah, brotha, you just like these guys for how bad they treat the crowd! They're a couple a punks like you!
Taz: Except they have some talent! Cole's doesn't have that sort of luck!
Cole: And now, let's get ready for this main event. Can you be professional for the duration? Please?
Wade Barrett vs. The Ryback vs. Santino Marella vs. Dean Ambrose vs. Kurt Angle vs. The Brian Kendrick
Elimination Chamber for the TCW World Heavyweight Championship
To start off the match, in the pods are Kurt Angle, Wade Barrett, Dean Ambrose, and Santino Marella. Out comes Ryback, with Paul Heyman in tow. The fans watch the entrance ramp in anticipation. Rumors have been spreading over the last week over whether or not The Brian Kendrick would be able to compete. The titantron holds on the Apocalypse logo for moments that seems like hours. Then, finally, that guitar riff hits and out comes the TCW World Heavyweight Champ. As he walks down to the chamber, Paul Heyman runs up to him and yells at him, saying he has not been medically cleared to compete. Kendrick does not even give Heyman a glance as he steps into the complex. The referee locks the door and the match begins. Ryback bounces around on his feet, as if he is about to square off in a boxing match, while Kendrick remains motionless and stares menacingly at his former stable member. Ryback lunges, and Kendrick easily dodges the attack. Again he lunges, and again Kendrick dodges it. The two competitors just look at each other for a moment before Ryback makes one final attempt to tackle Kendrick. The Champ easily sees this and dives down to the ground, tripping Ryback. With the big man on the ground, Kendrick lays it into him with furious strikes to the head and torso. He allows Ryback to get up before taking a few paces back to hit a running dropkick, sending Ryback flying over the ropes! Kendrick then hops onto the ropes, somehow balancing without holding on to the turnbuckle, and dropkicks Ryback into the chamber wall! This attack takes a lot out of Kendrick and causes him to rise back up slowly. As he does, the crowd counts down from five to one as a new man enters the match. The arena becomes pitch black as the pods light up, and finally stops on Santino. The judo master enters and immediately races to Kendrick just as he gets to his feet. Santino grabs a hold of the back of the Champ's head and delivers a neckbreaker onto the ropes. Santino turns him around and starts beating on his injured skull. But he throws one punch too many, as Kendrick grabs ahold of his fist and pulls Santino towards himself. He drapes the arm over his own neck and amazingly lifts Santino up in an inverted position. He holds him for a second, but Santino falls backwards onto his feet and now he has Kendrick in place for an inverted suplex. Santino delivers and slams Kendrick into the mat. Santino looks down at Kendrick, then wraps his legs around the Champ's waist and his arms around his neck, applying some sort of judo submission hold. Santino locks it in as Kendrick tries to grab ahold of the ropes, but cannot manage to reach them. As his attempts start to weaken and Kendrick looks like he is fading, an unusual hero comes to his aid. Ryback is back in the ring and breaks the hold. He forcibly lifts Santino up to his feet as the smaller man gives him a look of disgusted confusion. Ryback grabs ahold of Santino's neck with both hands and shouts to him words that can be heard by the cameras: "He's mine!" Ryback throws Santino out of the ring and into the chamber wall. He turns back and is hit with a Superkick out of nowhere! Ryback falls and rolls out of the ring as the crowd starts another count down. Kendrick hops on the balls of his feet, glancing at a different pod with each number. The lights dim down and Kurt Angle is selected to join the fray. Angle comes into the ring and offers a hand to Kendrick, who gladly shakes it. The match becomes a technical masterpiece as the two men continually lock up and try to slam each other into the mat, only for the other to reverse out of it. At one point, when Angle has Kendrick over his shoulders, Santino enters the ring again and grabs ahold of Kendrick's head. He looks at Angle to perform a double team move on Kendrick, but Angle refuses. Instead, he drops Kendrick to his feet and they both boot Santino in the gut. He hunches over, and the two now lift him up for a double suplex! The two look at each other, when Ryback comes in and hits Angle with a Meat Hook. Ryback then locks up with Kendrick when the countdown starts again. The lights flicker and land on Dean Ambrose. Ambrose runs into the ring and, instead of going for either Kendrick or Ryback, rushes to attack Kurt Angle. For reasons unknown, Ambrose launches into a vicious assault of Angle, repeatedly kicking him in the skull and lifting him up to his feet only to deliver a jumping cutter on the gold medal-winner. While this is happening, Ryback lifts up Kendrick into a bearhug. After Kendrick shakes his head, refusing to allow Ryback to make him tap, the larger man slams him down on the mat. Ryback glances over at Ambrose and exacts revenge he meant to start two weeks ago. He grabs Ambrose from behind and throws him over the top rope outside of the ring. He follows him and repeatedly slams his noggin into the chamber wall before tossing Ambrose through the glass barrier of the pod! Ryack chants to himself "FEED! ME! MORE!" as the lights dim and the last man enters the contest: Wade Barrett. He goes over to Ryback, who immediately grabs ahold of him and throws him onto his back and into the ring. Ryback starts a brutal assault on Barrett, repeatedly striking him in the stomach before lifting him up and powerslamming him. Santino comes back onto the scene and punches Ryback in the back of the head. He turns around and throws Santino off him. Then Barrett comes at Ryback with a hard elbow to the spine. Ryback cannot keep up with the double team attacks of Santino and Barrett. They continue their barrage before lifting him up and dropping him onto their knees for a double backbreaker. Santino wishes to end it and grabs ahold of Ryback. He pauses for a moment before suplexing Ryback dangerously onto his neck. Death by Judo! However, Barrett is the one who runs in to cover. 1...2...3! Elimination #1: Ryback Santino looks up angrily at Barrett, who just smiles down. Santino gets up and pushes Barrett hard into the ropes. The two men square off, just like they did two weeks ago to begin the path for this Elimination Chamber. Barrett whips Santino into the ropes and clotheslines him as he comes back. Barrett then stomps on both of Santino's arms before attempting an elbow drop on his head. Santino rolls out of the way and locks up with Barrett. He hits one suplex and brings Barrett up for another. Barrett powers out of it and instead whips Santino into the ropes. He hunches forward in anticipation for a suplex, but Santino hops over and clears Barrett. He stands up in confusion as Santino comes back for a running bulldog. Santino calls for the Rolling Black Out when Kurt Angle grabs ahold of him and delivers a suplex. Wade Barrett stumbles to his feet and Angle suplexes him. Ambrose rushes back into the ring, but Angle sees it and suplexes him. The arena crowd chants for Angle as he shows off his strength. All this time, he fails to see Kendrick climb onto one of the pods. Angle searches for Kendrick for a fourth suplex, but it is too late when he looks up at him. Kendrick leaps and hits Kurt Angle with a Tornado DDT! Kendrick, exhausted, takes a few deep breaths before covering Angle. 1...2..kick! Kendrick kneels over Angle, but Barrett lifts him to his feet, grabs ahold of him, and elbows him directly in the face. Barrett then lifts Kendrick up and powerslams him into the mat. Feeling lucky, Barrett lifts the champ up onto his shoulders to quickly do away with him via Wasteland. With Kendrick on his shoulders, Santino comes from behind and kicks him in the back. Barrett drops the Champ and receives a German suplex from Santino. Barrett quickly hops up onto his feet, albeit gripping his back in pain, and walks into a Superkick! Kendrick covers Barrett! 1...2...3! Elimination #2: Wade Barrett The Champ attempts to do away with Santino in the same manner, but the judo master dodges the attack. He instead hip tosses Kendrick near a corner and looks over the men remaining in the match. He decides to focus on Kurt Angle by walking over to the Olympic-medalist and using the ropes as leverage to stomp on his body. Santino finishes off the attack with what could be describes as a springboard knee-drop onto Angle's sternum. Angle crawls over onto his stomach and Santino grabs ahold of his neck. By now the crowd knows what is next. Rolling Black Out! In no time the judo master forces the Olympic-gold medalist to tap out. Elimination #3: Kurt Angle Santino now glances over the other two men, Dean Ambrose and The Brian Kendrick, as they get to their feet. They all look back and forth at each other, but as Kendrick looks at Santino Ambrose runs in and punches the Champ in the neck. Ambrose then runs at Santino and the two men lock up. Ambrose throws some strikes into Santino's stomach, but Santino wins the duel and suplexes Ambrose. Santino then tosses him to the outside of the ring. The two men exchange blows before Kendrick follows them out. Santino and Ambrose then team up on the Champ first by flinging him into the chamber wall then by performing a double inverted suplex, sending Kendrick back into the ring. Santino quickly breaks this short alliance by kneeing Ambrose in the gut and lifting him up. Santino shows off his strength by keeping Ambrose up their for a few moments before dropping him on his head for an inverted DDT! Santino looks down at Ambrose, then at Kendrick in the ring, and decides that Kendrick will be his next victim. Santino climbs the turnbuckle and then climbs to the top of one of the pods, his head almost hitting the roof of the chamber. Kendrick uses all the strength he has to stand on his feet. Santino, with all of his weight, leaps onto Kendrick. But Kendrick sees it! Superkick! Superkick! Superkick on Santino! Kendrick Superkicks Santino Marella as he flies at him. The exhausted Kendrick falls forward to make the cover. 1...2...3! Elimination #4: Santino Marella Kendrick can barely make it to his feet, but Ambrose is back on his. Ambrose sees his opportunity as the Champ struggles to get up. He runs at him and hits the Knee Trembler! But he is not finished! He lifts Kendrick up onto his back and hits the Midnight Special! He covers the Champ! 1...2...3! Elimination #5: The Brian Kendrick Dean Ambrose wins it! The most dangerous man in TCW is now the World Heavyweight Champion!
Taz: Man, this is insane! Ambrose definitely capitalized on Kendrick's injury!
Booker T: You gotta look at it like this though. Kendrick put up a great showing even with those injuries! Imagine what he'll do when he gets his rematch and is at 100 percent!
Taz: That's a match I can't wait to see!
Cole: And that's all the time we have folks! Thanks for joining us tonight for TCW Apocalypse! Have a great night! We'll see you next week!
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Mar 06, 13 at 7:45pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Total Championship Wrestling: WarZone opens with the usual pyros, as the camera zips down the ramp-way to catch each pyro in its own glory! The camera then cuts to our announce team, where Michael Cole, Taz, and Booker T sit beaming! They’re obviously excited about tonight, perhaps moreso than usual! Could it have something to do with the update on TCW.com that there was a bombshell going to be dropped tonight? Let’s find out!
Taz: “Absolutely! Ric Flair is going to be out here shortly and he’s going to drop what he’s been reported to say, will be a bombshell of an announcement!
Booker T: “I’m so excited, dawg. What’s it gonna be?”
Ric Flair’s well known music picks up after that soundbit, and Flair steps out onto the entrance ramp, cane in hand. He walks down to the ring, with a purpose in his step and a smile on his face. He enters into the ring as Lillian Garcia sits on the second rope to let him in, and Ric steps inside and gives her a kiss on the cheek. Ric Flair obtains her microphone, and turns to face the audience.
Ric Flair: “Hey there. Tonight, your limousine ridin', jet flyin', kiss stealin', wheelin' dealin' son of a gun of an Interim General Manager has one hell of an announcement for you! WOOOO! You see, I’ve been realizing more and more that there are tons of guys here in this business that aren’t really involved in the week by week. You have the Television Title picture, and the TCW Championship picture, and that’s just about it. There are very few motivators in this place! And that’s what motivated me!
You see, everyone’s going to get a chance! Everyone! Starting tonight! Yeah, I said tonight! We’re going to start a King of the Ring Tournament! [At this, the crowd explodes! The King of the Ring was a sacred monument that had launched the careers of a multitude of stars including Bret Hart, Owen Hart, Stone Cold, and HHH in the 90s alone.] That’s right, ladies and gentlemen! The great King of the Ring Tournament!
This is how it’s gonna work! Tonight, we’re going to have one half of the entire TCW roster put into a random bracket for the First Round, and then we’ll have the second half of the First Round next week. The next week, we’ll have the Second Round, followed by the Semi-Finals the next week, and the finals will be held at the next Pay Per View, aptly named the King of the Ring! The winner will not only win the crown, but they’ll win the right to challenge the TCW Champion! They will get the chance to main event the following Pay Per View against the champion, as the King of the Ring!”
The crowd is alive at this proposal, and are all extremely excited that they’ll get to see the beginning of the first ever TCW King of the Ring Tournament!
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Mar 12, 13 at 3:01pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
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 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 19, 13 at 2:49pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Kurt Angle had lived his glory. He had won Olympic Gold. He had made his country proud, as he was born to do. After that, he went on to main event in WWF, then WWE, then finally TNA. And throughout these innumerous years in the sport of wrestling, the point had been brought up once again that he should hang up the boots. Should he, Kurt Angle, Olympic Gold Medal winner, retire?
That question was unfortunately being brought up right now, in front of hundreds of reporters at the Total Championship Wrestling Press Conference, held just hours before the show. Kurt had been signing autographs, flashing smiles, and… now? When Kurt Angle heard that question, he’d frozen, creating a similar response among the throng of reporters gathered in front of him. Angle stared down at himself. Here, in front of these people, he paid very close attention to what he was wearing: A white cotton, button-down shirt, buttoned to the top button, nearly cutting off all major bloodflow; Long black pants made of silk that rubbed against his legs in a way he didn’t find pleasant; A heavy, greyish blazer that gave him the impression that he was feverish; Two hard leather shoes that hadn’t quite been worn in. He felt uncomfortable in these clothes, more than anything. And if he retired, that’s what he’d wear every day. The same, uncomfortable garb. He’d be Kurt, the ex-wrestler. He would find some way to contribute to society, but even then, he’d still be the ex-wrestler. Could he cope with that?
On the other hand, there’d be a whole list of benefits. No more falling off of ladders. No more fighting with guys half his size. No more fighting to a point of such exhaustion, that he couldn’t even lift a shoulder. Life would certainly be different. A life free of pain? But Kurt knew, while he was lying in bed and free of pain, he knew he’d feel a hole in himself. The same hole he felt when he’d turned down WWF after winning the Olympic Gold. The same hole he felt when he was ousted from the WWE, and he decided he’d move on to TNA. Kurt Angle was a born competitor. He would wrestle until the day he died. And on that day, in front of those hundreds of reporters, all the microphones aimed at him, he said just that.
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Mar 23, 13 at 10:38pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
With the controversy surrounding Cody Rhodes’ defeat in the first round of the King of the Ring Tournament, nobody expected the udder silence to continue in the backstage of the Staples Center to continue for long. At 3:48 PM, Ric Flair pulled into the stadium parking lot, and was escorted in by a small security staff. This was, of course, preliminary security in case Cody Rhodes tried to exact any sort of revenge. Once Ric got to his room, he dismissed the security. In truth, he hadn’t wanted them in the first place. The Nature Boy could handle himself.
It had been only a few seconds, and already Ric Flair was disturbed from his managerial duties with a silence-shattering ring of the office phone. Was it Rhodes, calling to deliver the news that he had his daughter held captive? He honestly wouldn’t put that past someone like Rhodes. After all, Flair’s daughter was beautiful… No, Ric Flair couldn’t allow himself to dwell on thoughts like that. He is, instead, now standing in front of the phone on what he knows will be the final ring before the call is lost. Ric Flair answers the phone, hoping for the best…
The door swings open and in steps the beautiful Lillian Garcia. Flair is noticeably flushed with relief – in part because it wasn’t Rhodes and another because it was in fact the beautiful Lillian Garcia. Flair’s demeanor instantly changes, as he approaches her, gripping her in a quick hug and pecking her on the cheek. He’s back to being the wheelin’ dealin’ son of a gun – Wooo! He grabs Lillian by the hand, and pulls her towards the middle of the room, positioning her so he can shut the large timber door behind them.
As if on cue, the office door flies open, and Ric Flair and Lillian Garcia fly to their feet! The man steps in, wearing a hood that covers his face. Ric Flair instantly puts himself between Rhodes and Garcia, his fists up! The man put his hands up as well, but instead of preparing to fight back, he simply pulled his hood down, revealing the face of Olympic Gold Medal Winner, Kurt Angle. There’s a smile on his face, as he can’t help feeling he’s truly frightened the Nature Boy. His face gets serious quickly, though, and he begins to talk.
So what I’m going to do, is finish my career here. This here in TCW is going to be my last run. I’ll wrestle through every match, as long as I win. When I lose, I retire. You remember that stipulation, right?”
Ric Flair nods. In fact, that was the exact way that Flair had ended his storied wrestling career… In the WWE, anyways. Still, Flair didn’t quite know how to handle this. The only reason Angle was talking to him, was because he was in charge, and Flair didn’t know what to do about this! Should he offer him more money to stay? Or let him go? Or fire him for even implicating such an ultimatum?
Kurt Angle smiles, shakes his head, and looks to the ground.
And with that clichéd catch phrase opportunely placed, Kurt Angle turned and walked back through the door, leaving a stunned Ric Flair and Lillian Garcia. Meanwhile, Flair’s mind wandered back to Cody Rhodes…
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Mar 25, 13 at 6:05am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
A veiled mantle stood in the ring, a rosy red canvas tossed over a large, one dimensional figure. The lights in the arena became vastly darker. An ominous silence crept over those in attendance. Men, women, children, and Total Championship Wrestling staff alike all sat in utter silence, awaiting what would become of the scene set before them.
A very familiar sound echoed out into the arena, yet it sounded twisted. It was, in fact, the original opening sound bit of Cody Rhodes’ theme, distorted. Distorted – That word fit like a glove on Rhodes’ demeanor since arriving in TCW. From seemingly beneath the distorted sound bit, a loud, harsh techno music began blaring out “Radioactive” by Imagine Dragons. The fans voiced their discontent for the music of the son of the American Dream. Simply knowing that this music was meant to serve as a foreshadowing of his arrival sent ripples of hatred down each one of their spines. Each of them in attendance knew what they thought of Rhodes, and each of them knew what he thought of them. Cody Rhodes was the embodiment of everyone that had ever ridiculed them for their physical appearance, which was the one thing that absolutely nobody could change without means of looking like a painted or plastic doll. Not only was he above them in terms of attraction, he would let them know it. He would take the blade, if they felt it sharp enough, and twist it into their self-image. And for those who thought Rhodes’ “blade” too dull to cause harm, anything they hurled in retort would be deflected by his own shield – his beauty and self-awareness.
As Rhodes entered the view of all in attendance at the head of the stage - wearing his white-based wrestling trunks with a large black emblem containing the emblazoned letters “CR” on his rear, as well as his black leather jacket with a hood, pulled on, and white designs scattered among the arms and back, completed by his plain black boots and knee-pads – he took a fairly wide stance, and spread his arms wide, turning to all to welcome them to the Age of Rhodes. He wore an arrogant smirk, as he slowly stroked his hands down his body, removing a veil that no one but him thought existed. After this opening pose that he seemed intent to trademark, he callously stalked down the rampway, taking each step with deliberation. Not one time did his eyes leave his destination that was the squared-circle, for what did wasting the strength of his eye muscles to scan the audience serve? Besides to make them feel welcome in the Age of Rhodes – which they weren’t? Rhodes stepped up the stairs, and quickened his pace to step between the ropes, before slowing down again once he entered the ring. He slowly turned to face the large veiled mantle in the center of the ring. He then looked at Lillian Garcia, who quickly dropped the microphone and exited the ring. She was no longer enticed by him, only disgusted, and that seemed to pleasure him greatly. He lifted the microphone off of the ground, and spoke into the buzz of contempt from the audience as if he didn’t hear it.
Speaking of revolting Brits! [The crowd, despite whatever had happened during the night with William Regal, still cheer his name, as if to spite Cody Rhodes.] Tonight, I’m carded against “Sir” William Regal, who not only has the repugnant odor of a Brit like Barrett, but the fragile bones of the fossil Ric Flair. This is a man who we haven’t seen a thing of, besides to come out and stand on the ramp and clap and admire the “ability” of CM Punk, who might I add is a disgrace to this business in himself in terms of both charisma and professionalism… [A pause.] Pipebomb. As you can see by his blind following of the one you call CM Punk, William Regal has lost regality he had once held. He has been reduced to trying to mentor a prodigy as a final claim to fame, and he is failing in doing so. When William Regal returned, he did not realize that he hadn’t re-entered the days of old, where he was a “Real Man’s Man,” or struggling to get a push with his old regality. He was in the Age of Rhodes! A time where someone of his nature will instead be buried along with the other fossils! William Regal, listen here, if you step into the ring, you will regret ever having decided to re-lace your boots. This is not a country where old men may reside. Only the young, only the beautiful, only the Dashing – can survive.”
With that, Cody Rhodes grabbed hard at the rosy red canvas, and tugged it off in a swift motion, like a magician revealing his final trick. Before the arena now stood a full-length mirror, reflecting Cody Rhodes’ image back to him as he stood in theatrical awe of himself. He slowly raised his hand to touch the face of his reflection. Once more, he lifted the microphone to his mouth.
And with that final repetition, Cody Rhodes smashed his fist hard into the mirror, sending the tendrils of brokenness outwards, until they reach each other and spread farther. Not a shard of glass fell, but the image left was a gruesome distortion of a reflection of Cody Rhodes.
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Apr 06, 13 at 9:26pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Nothing but the buzz and murmur of the thousands of fans in attendance. He looks down at the microphone in his hands. It’s not on yet, luckily, or they’d hear him sigh aloud a sigh of discontent. He didn’t want to go out there. Didn’t want to be surrounded by the repugnant mugs, shoving their face with the over-priced arena nachos. If only wrestling fans were respectable. Couldn’t they be educated? If there could be just one fan that knew Cody Rhodes was the future of this business, the whole ordeal would be worth it. These disgusting slobs don’t *bleep*ing appreciate that they get to see the best damn thing about this business! Cody Rhodes wasn’t the midcard performer they’d boo for a few weeks and get over! He wouldn’t grow a stupid moustache to be the silly villain ever again. This Cody Rhodes would make a name for himself. He would climb to the top of the world and mold a throne out of the blood, sweat and tears he had collected along the way.
He slightly shifts his weight, which slides the zipper along the welts left across his formerly perfect chest by Ric Flair’s chops last week. He winces in utter pain, and – god damn, that decrepit sack of repugnant waste. You want a fight? You got it.
As if his own thoughts will it, the sound that fills the arena blasts through the curtain – The recorded “Woah”, so heavily distorted, it skips once twice a third time, sounding like a broken record playing – the blast of “Radioactive” picking up just after. That’s his cue, as he slides the microphone into his sleeve as far as it will go, and heads out through the curtain. He tosses the hood down, and bypasses his quota of taunts and looks of disdain to the audience. No, he doesn’t even have time to think about how ugly they are, not tonight. There is a greater task at hand. Tonight is King of the Ring, and he has a message to rock the cosmos. He steps into the ring, and Lillian Garcia goes to exit. Not this time. You’re a massive part of my plan tonight. He takes two huge steps across the ring and catches her – only able to catch her hair – and pulls her harshly between the ropes to the gasp of the thousands in attendance. Shut the hell up you hideous bottom-feeders. I know you do the same thing to women in your life. Lillian lets out an ear piercing scream, not of fear, but of pain. He puts the microphone to his mouth as he has her gripped by the hair.
The crowd gasp at this claim by Rhodes – He really wants to put both of their careers on the line for the sake of getting his hands on Ric Flair? And will he really risk Lillian Garcia’s body for the sake of getting his hands on Flair as well? The crowd are all booing, many of the men in the front row contemplate jumping the barricade to save Lillian, but there’s a high level of fear deep within, as if Rhodes could hurt them on a whole different level. Just like he might do to Lillian now. Rhodes lets out a primal scream, and twists her into position for the Cross Rhodes! He then pulls the microphone to his mouth, Lillian is left dangling under his arm.
Ric Flair limps out onto the stage, moving far faster than we’ve seen the old man move since being attacked by Rhodes. He has a microphone in hand, and he immediately yells into it.
Cody Rhodes: “Really Ric? I beat you, you leave this company! Never to return?”
Ric Flair: “ Yes Cody! Just… Please… Put her down!”
Ric Flair is getting encroaching on the ring, ready to enter if need be. Rhodes seems to be giving slack on Lillian, and Flair lets out a sigh of relief… But Rhodes suddenly twists his body and falls to the ground, slinging Lillian’s head into the ground with the Cross Rhodes! Flair’s eyes go wide with shock, and he slides into the ring, while Rhodes slides out, smirking. Flair debates whether to chase him or… no. He drops to his knees and attends to the fallen ring announcer, tears going to his eyes as he yells “RHODES! THIS ISN’T OVER!” Cody Rhodes simply smiles.
That was the plan.
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Apr 06, 13 at 11:36pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
The Chairman’s Address
Hello to all! The Voiceless here, laying down the State of TCW Address. These past few months have been extremely bizarre for me. It all started with a little feud between my Alex Riley and RLFierro ‘s Dean Ambrose. We worked pretty closely on that, and it’s still one of the only feuds noted in the TCW Archive. Well, onward from there Fierro got reeled in by Disenchanted & Killer iPod, and he reeled me in, and I was officially the General Manager my first time in an RP. When TCW came back from its extended hiatus, Dis and iPod had stepped down, and I gladly took the reigns along with Smell The Chiken and it’s been such a great road from there. A few of you have been there through it all, a few of you picked up along the way, and it’s a ride I’ve loved being a part of. I was really looking forward to this move to our very own forum, and it has proven to really pay off, as a new spark has been lit for Total Championship Wrestling. I’ll be here, proudly, every step of the way as we continue bringing you exciting shows, week in and week out. As always, keep in touch, and remember that collaboration is the best formula to make this product the best. I look forward to reading your RPs in the coming months, and I look forward to bringing you the best shows possible.
TCW POWER FIVE
1. Dean Ambrose: The current TCW World Heavyweight Champion has completely cemented his place at the top of the power five this month, absolutely dominating almost every single opponent he's come across. By capturing the TCW Championship from The Brian Kendrick inside the hellish Elimination Chamber, he showed that he wasn't only a fighter, but he was a survivor, and he is one of the best things in the world of Professional Wrestling at this time. It looks like he's going to be Champion for a long time if he keeps up the good word, but with a match at the Pay Per View against former World Champion The Brian Kendrick, and the ever fearsome Ryback, it could be the biggest challenge he's yet to face...
2. Santino Marella: Ever since taking on a new Persona, Santino Marella has gone from strength to strength. He may have lost the TCW Television Championship, but upon the announcement of the King of the Ring tournament, he knew he had to up his game and come on full force in the past month to win the classic competiton that has catapulted so many superstars to glory in the past. With his finals match at the Pay Per View, he could claim a TCW World Heavyweight Championship opportunity by winning, and if he does so it will be a glorious achievement for this superstar who turned his back on the fans for a taste of success.
3. The Brian Kendrick: He may have lost his TCW Championship last month inside the Elimination Chamber, but many believe turning out for the match despite an injury and being told he shouldn't compete is incredibly honorable. The fans had the utmost respect for him... Up until he turned his back on the fans and once again aligned with one of the most disgusting men in the history of the business... Paul Heyman. The agent was previously aligned with Kendrick in The Union, before turning his back on Kendrick and aligning with Ryback... Before then turning his back on Ryback and again teaming up with Kendrick. The Brian Kendrick is sure to now be at full strength and will certainly see this weekend as the perfect chance to reclaim his Championship, even with both Ryback and Dean Ambrose standing in the way.
4. Antonio Cesaro: TCW's Mr Consistency makes his way into the Power Five at number four on the list by putting out yet another impressive run of results, including his run in the King of the Ring tournament. Many people expect Cesaro to be one of the next young superstars to break out of the midcard and reach levels of brilliance, and it could be just a matter of time before he finds himself in yet another Main Event match, maybe even a World Championship match if he plays his cards right. All he can do is continue to impress, and someone is bound to take notice of the Swiss Superstar's impressive performances.
5. Drew McIntyre: Drew McIntyre has impressed this month in many ways. He's shown himself to be a true force to reckon with, impressing many people with his in ring performances as well as rising above and beyond three other Superstars to capture the TCW Television Championship. With the title around his waist, Drew clearly feels like he is the greatest thing in the world right now, and he may be able to stake a claim to that by making this TV Title reign as memorable as he can. Who knows, he could soon go the way of Santino Marella or Dean Ambrose, and break through the glass ceiling to become one of the most dominant superstars the world of Professional Wrestling has to offer...
Roleplayer of the Month
Without a doubt, one person has risen above and beyond everybody else this month. With a series of strong performances and an undefeated record, it's clear to all that one person in TCW has performed above all expectations and produced a series of top notch roleplays. It's my duty to inform you all that this month's Roleplayer of the Month is our World Heavyweight Champion, Oxygen! Congratulations on a well deserved victory and what I'm sure is going to be a lengthy World Championship Reign.
TCW Character Interview!
Michael Cole: Drew thanks for taking time out to speak with me for the TCW magazine. I know we've had our differences
Drew McIntyre: Shut your mouth, and lets get this over with. I'm only here as I'm obligated as champion.
Cole: Right, sorry. Well lets start with your recent Tv Title win. You claim due to that win you retired Mr Kennedy. How does that make you feel knowing you've stopped a man earning a living? Supporting his family?
McIntyre: It feels pretty damn good Cole,on my ascension to the top there are going to be casualties. Kennedy's was on borrowed time here in TCW, was only a matter if time before I ended him.
Cole: It's like you have no remorse? No sympathy? You can't be that cold hearted?
McIntyre: I am walking hand in hand with evil. Marching towards purifying my soul eternally. While you mortals live in this world in fear of death, I embrace it, I DELIVER it, and soon I will become death!
Cole: Drew I have no idea what you mean by that. Could you help out readers at home understand why you have chosen this path?
McIntyre: This path was chosen for me by a greater force than your tiny mind could ever understand. It's the start of a revolution! You will see more and more people join me on a quest for salvation. If they are worthy, I shall bring them in with cloak of darkness and mould them into more efficient and worthwhile members of The New World.
Cole: The new world? What is that all about.
McIntyre: All I can say Cole is stay tuned to TCW programming in the coming weeks. The uprising has begun.
Match of the Month
The Match of the Month this month took some thinking, but only briefly as the storyline leading into it and extremely strong performances from two of the participants in particular made it an extremely memorable match for those involved, as well as the judges and people who read it. At last months Pay Per View, the World Heavyweight Championship was decided inside a brutal elimination chamber match, and it was an extremely entertaining match. The personal feud between Ryback, The Brian Kendrick and Dean Ambrose that continues into this months King of the Ring pay per view was the backbone of a vicious matchup, and the newly debuted Dean Ambrose upset all of the odds to pick up the victory and win the TCW World Heavyweight Championship! An excellently competitive match with a great series of roleplays from Oxygen and Homicide in particular made it a match to remember in the archives of TCW!
Spoiler:The Elimination Chamber
quote Elimination Chamber Match
Blast From The Past!
This months blast from the past comes from GZW, in the highly anticipated main event of Aftershock as Disenchanted, Jaffers, the_REAL_Zwarrior, and Sapphorous battled it out for the GZW Undisputed Championship. The lead up to the match took many swerves and dramatic turns; from Randy Orton’s ill advised taxi ride, to the death of Sting, this match up really had it all. Each competitor gave it their all, but in the end it was Disenchanted who picked up a well deserved win.
TCW Roleplayer Interview
Smell The Chiken: This month, we are interviewing the man behind Santino Marella's heel run. He is one of the top RPers in TCW today. He is Homicide. Thank you for being here today, Homi.
Smell The Chiken: Let's start off with the basics, shall we? A/S/L?
Smell The Chiken: Cincinnati? Neat, though I haven't heard many good things about that city. Just the Reds, and Chris Hansen apparently. Outside of RPing, what do you do for a living and for fun?
Smell The Chiken: Disc golfing, like frisbee golfing? Is that big in Cincinatti? And when you get home from work, do you have that special someone waiting for you?
Smell The Chiken: Well, congratulations. I personally wish you a happy marriage. But let's change the subject from girls to roleplaying as wrestlers. How did you start your RPing career?
quote HomicideJust terrible. I started my RP career by being the worst ever.
Smell The Chiken: See, boys and girls, with just a bit of hard work and determination, anyone can make there way to main event matches. Since you do not like how you were when you started, looking back, what was the point where you really improved as an RPer?
Smell The Chiken: We kind of went on about general questions in the GD thread, the usual "What was your favorite moment?" and "Who was your favorite wrestler to RP?". So, how about something different. Who is or was your favorite person to RP with, be it on a team or in a rivalry?
Smell The Chiken: So would that be your advice for the up-and-comers? Be more about telling a story than RPing to win?
Smell The Chiken: You said it was BlueStreak's RPs that played a part in making you a better RPer. Who else would you say helped you in your RPing career? If you have any shout-outs, now would be a good time.
Smell The Chiken: One last thing before we leave. Can you give us a hint of what you have planned for Santino?
Smell The Chiken: Sounds good, even if you can't reveal anything. Thank you for your time, Homicide.
King of the Ring Preview
One of the biggest talking points of King of the Ring is sure to be the return from injury of one of the most successful superstars of the last few years. Alex Shelley, the Sultan of Sleaze making his triumphant return to the ring after 20 months on the sidelines is something that everybody is incredibly excited to see. Many people are excited to see whether we're going to see the same Alex Shelley we all loved from his days in Awesome $leaze with The Miz, one of the greatest tag teams of this generation, but people are hesitant, worried that his incredibly long absence is going to affect his in ring abilities, and maybe we'll see signs of major ring rust. One thing is for sure, mentally, he's exactly the same man, with exactly the same desire for success and glory as ever!
This picture signifies two matches that will take place tomorrow night at King of the Ring, one being a competitive Battle Royal for the chance to take a shot at the TCW Television Champion, Drew McIntyre. The other, being the TV title match itself! The winner of the Battle Royal will have to pull themselves together in time to face the Champion later in the same night, meaning that immediately they will be at a disadvantage against a much fresher opponent, but having overcome as many as twenty men in order to get the chance, they won't be letting it go to waste easily. Surely running on adrenaline, they will be putting in their all to make sure they walk away with the moral victory of winning the Battle Royal, and the physical victory of carrying away the TCW Television Championship!
An incredibly personal feud has taken over the working life of WarZone General Manager Ric Flair, and could he have finally met his match going up against the much younger Cody Rhodes, who absolutely wreakes of potential, with many people sure he's going to be the next big thing in professional wrestling. For weeks these two men have been going toe to toe in verbal sparring matches and debates, and finally Ric Flair agreed to take on the youthful superstar in a contest that is sure to be incredibly intense as both men desperately try to get one up on the other. One thing is certain, it's going to be emotional for both people.
Both of the men in this years incredible King of the Ring tournament have excelled week in week out, defeating everybody who steps in their way for the chance to be crowned King of the Ring, and earn a chance at the TCW World Heavyweight Championship next month. There is nothing personal going on here, no emotions or hatred or disgust at one another, this is strictly business. Both men are desperate for the chance to win this tournament and elevate themselves to a level even higher than they one they are at now, and to hold the honor of being Wrestling Royalty is sure to ensure their Main Event future for a long time to come. The best of luck to two extremely deserving combatants.
This is sure to be the incredibly violent, vicious and hate-filled culmination to what has been an incredibly personal, deep feud between three extremely ambitious and more than a little bit crazy men. We've seen Paul Heyman bounce from person to person in his desire for success, and it shocked the world when Brian Kendrick took him back on as his manager two short weeks ago. Ryback since that point has been on the warpath, destroying everyone and everything in his path, including the entire WarZone set last week! Dean Ambrose is guarenteed to pull out all of the stops in order to retain his TCW Championship, but above all else he's certain to want to inflict as much pain on his opponents as is humanly (or perhaps inhumanly) possible. The Main Event of King of the Ring will be absolutely astounding and something you absolutely cannot miss. Tune in on Sunday for what's certain to be an amazing Pay Per View!
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Apr 07, 13 at 6:54pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
The pyros blast off as King Of The Ring kicks off! A video package plays as hype!
Come on now!
Stand tall for the beast of America.
Lay down like a naked dead body,
Keep it real, for the people workin' overtime,
They can't stay living off the government dime.
Stand tall for the people of America!
Stand tall for the man next door, 'cause..
We are free, in the land of America,
We aint goin' down like this. Come on now!
Come on People!
That means you!
Come on people!
Stand tall for the beast of America.
Lay down like a naked dead body,
Keep it real for the people workin' overtime,
They can't stay living off the governments dime.
Stand tall for the people of America.
Stand tall for the man next door, cuz
We are free in the land of America,
We aint goin' down like this. Come on now!
We will be right to you,
We will be right to you,
We will be right to you,
And together we can stand up to the beast.
You see...Suppression is a mother f*cking prison
And I hand you the key to your cell.
You've got to love you neighbor, love your f*cking neighbor.
And let your neighbor love you back!
Come on now!
Stand tall for the beast of America.
Lay down like a naked dead body,
Keep it real for the people workin' overtime,
They can't stay living off the governments dime.
Stand tall for the people of America.
Stand tall for the man next door,
Cause we are free in the land of America,
We aint goin' down like this. Come on now!
Taz: We have loooads of great matches lined up for you tonight! Better than anything WrestleMania ever produced!
Booker T: Dawg, for once I agree with you! This is gonna be great!
Cole: We have all of the top superstars competing for some of the grandest prizes in the world! The Television Title! The Illustrious title of King of the Ring! And the TCW World Heavyweight Championship!
Booker T: Yeah, dawg! And let's get started here, with the debut of Alex Shelley!
The introduction to the show comes to a close and the commentary team are attempting to continue their dialogue, but as they do so the lights in the arena begin to flicker, before eventually turning off completely. The audience cheer, immediately jumping up to their feet in anticipation for the beginning of one of the most anticipated Pay Per View's in some time, and pink and purple lights slowly begin to flash on and off on the stage and ramp. Dry ice begins filling the ramp and the ringside area, as well as the stage upon which the fabulous stage set sits. A very quiet beat begins resonating around the arena, and the audience aren't sure what to expect but clearly it's something incredibly exciting, and their excitement is about to reach fever pitch as an unfamiliar voice echoes around the arena via the soundsystem.
RUN RUN WITH HER
The audience eventually recognise the voice, but it's not a voice from the World of Professional Wrestling, instead the voice of a world famous pop singer. The phrase continues echoing around the arena several times, and people clad in purple and gold bodysuits swarm the stage, moving around gracefully in the dry ice as a large metallic figure steps out from behind the stage. In the darkness and low lighting it's difficult to see what it is, but it appears to be... A... A metal Unicorn? It's slowly walking out from behind the set and somebody is clearly on top of the Unicorn, standing as tall as he can as he looks around at the people inside the arena, who are cheering wildly despite not knowing exactly what the hell is going on.
RUN RUN WITH HER TOP DOWN BABY SHE FLIES!
With that, the main arena lighting flashes up, a golden hue mixing in with the pink and purple stage lighting making it abundantly clear who is atop the Metallic Unicorn, and it is none other than Alex Shelley! It's him! The Sultan of Sleaze is back! For a moment he and his steed pause, and Shelley jumps off of the bizarre creation before taking a few steps forward in the dry ice, and stopping in the centre of the stage. Finally we get a good look at him, and just as we all remember, he stares out at the audience from behind RayBan sunglasses, he wears a purple trenchcoat, a purple and gold pair of Wrestling tights, and the audience are at absolute fever pitch! They scream as loud as they possibly can as Shelley struts down the ramp, slapping the hands of a few lucky front row fans, before sliding into the ring underneath the bottom rope. It's only at this point we realise a referee and a nameless, faceless local competitor are stood in the ring. Shelley looks across the ring at the person he doesn't recognise even one iota, and slowly removes his shades, showing a lightning bolt is painted over one of his eyelids and stretches down onto his cheek. He smirks, before placing his glasses on the ground and removing his Trenchcoat, which he throws onto the floor outside of the ring. The music slowly begins to die down and the dry ice begins to desperse as the dancers on the stage guide the... Unicorn back to the backstage area. The audience begin an incredibly loud 'Sultan' chant which he nods along with, and the bell rings signalling the beginning of Alex Shelley's comeback match!
Alex Shelley Vs. Max Weinderson
The audience cheer as they see Shelley and Weinderson circling in the middle of the ring before locking up, and their hero The Sultan of Sleaze immediately gains the upper hand, locking in a headlock and pushing his opponent up against the ropes. He throws him off of the ropes, whipping him across the ring, and lays down on the ground allowing his opponent to jump over him, before leaping up to his feet and hitting a great hip toss which sends his opponent tumbling to the mat. Shelley takes a few steps back before dashing across the ring and hitting a low dropkick to the face as Weinderson finds himself on his hands and knees, which sends him toppling through the ropes and to the outside of the ring. Shelley punches the air a few times, imploring the fans to keep chanting for him which they gladly do, before he runs the ropes and jumps onto the top rope, before springboarding off onto his opponent with a big crossbody! He rolls right off of his opponent before looking out at the audience with a smirk as he lifts his jobber opponent up to his feet and rolls him under the bottom rope. He slides in after him before taking a couple of steps back and ascending the top rope as his opponent rolls onto his back. Shelley looks around at the audience before running his fingers through his hair and throwing his arms out to the side, and leaping off with a frog splash! He connects perfectly with the high flying move, and the referee gets down to make the count as Shelley stays on top of Weinderson... One, Two, Three!
Shelley rolls off of his opponent and smirks as his name is called out and he is declared as the winner of the match. As if nothing has happened, he strolls across the ring and places his shades back onto his face, before sliding out of the ring underneath the bottom rope, slapping fans hands and thanking them as he makes his way back up the stage towards the backstage area.
Booker T: That was intense! A total squash, but some great intensity from Shelley!
Cameras cut backstage to resident backstage interviewer, Todd Grisham. He is shown standing beside The Animal, Batista. Batista towered over the much smaller Grisham, as he began introducing his guest.
Todd Grisham: Ladies and gentleman, I am joined now by Batista.
The crowd booed loudly, as Batista smirked and shook his head.
Todd Grisham: Batista, you are set to take part in the battle royal to determine who faces Drew McIntyre in a match later tonight for his Television Championship. What are your thoughts on the opponents you have to face and the potential of having to wrestle two matches in a single night?
Batista looked at Grisham with a look of disdain. The crowd continued to boo Batista.
Batista: Todd, I couldn't care less for this battle royal, I couldn't care less for these people...
The crowd interrupt Batista with a loud "you suck" chant. Batista smiles sarcastically, mouthing thank you to the audience around the world.
Batista: And I couldn't possibly care less for Drew McIntyre and his Television Championship. You see Todd, I have one goal here in this company and that is to be the top dog. I have no interest in holding some midcard title, when I deserve to be the man. I was on track to beat this company's current "man", Dean Ambrose, if you can call him that. Then our match got interrupted by those idiots Ryback and Brian Kendrick.
Batista stops talking, spotting someone in the distance. He pushes past Grisham and heads after the man. Batista stops the man as he turns a corner, out of view of the audience.
Batista: Look, I've thought about your offer and I accept.
The man extends his hand and Batista pauses briefly, before grabbing it and shaking it firmly. The camera closes in on Batista to show him grinning, having closed the deal. The screen cuts back to ringside as the next match is about to begin.
Booker T: Who knows, dawg. Some weird things go down here in TCW.
Cole: We're going to see Batista in action, along with many others in the Guillotine Battle Royale! Where getting tossed out over a certain side, into the Guillotine, will mean being fired!
Booker T: And the winner will face the TV Champ later in the night! Will this be the end for D-Mac?
Each man's entrance music blasts through the crowd, either igniting the TCW fans with cheers or boos. One particularly puzzling moment occurs when “One Man Band” hits and nobody comes out onto the ramp. Some fans question each other and realize that Heath Slater was being serious when he said he would leave if he left last week. The rest of the field enter the ring, some taking their time and relishing the moment while others run down into the squared circle, pumped and ready to fight. Eventually, only one man remains: the mystery opponent. The crowd looks toward the curtain, hoping that one of their favorites pop out from backstage, when a horn is heard. A car horn. It is Alberto Del Rio! He honks the horn of the expensive vehicle he drives and waves to the crowd before hopping out and jogging to the ring. He enters and shakes the hands of those who offer, like Generico and Bryan, while others glare at him. The referee is about to call for the match to start when a voice sounds off over the PA system.
“Hold on! Hold on! Now I've been told to stay backstage and that I can come out if someone is hurt or does not want to wrestle. To that I say no. I'm entering this match tonight, and there is nothing any of you can do to stop me.”
It's JTG! Another mystery competitor has apparently entered the match. Officials run up to him and ask him to restrain himself, but he just shakes them off and slides through the ropes. He yells at the ref to start the match and the Battle Royale begins!
Battle Royale for the Number One Contendership
Wade Barrett vs. Matt Hardy vs.
Each man starts a battle with somebody different. Daniel Bryan attacks Batista, CM Punk fights with The Boogeyman, Sandow strikes Generico, Reigns grapples with Aries. Wade Barrett is the first to incorporate the idea of teaming up on someone when he throws a look over at Regal and nods his head towards Matt Hardy, who is fighting with JTG. Regal smiles, signaling approval, and the two men grab him from behind. They whip him into the ropes, then hit him with a double pancake. JTG follows their lead by helping the man nearest to him, Punk. They take turns striking Boogeyman in the chest, much to Punk's surprise as he was not expecting any help tonight. Before he can tell JTG to let him fight alone, Taiji jump on his back and applies a sleeper hold. While appearing to be affected at first, Punk just stands in the middle of the ring with a bored expression on his face, not resisting the weak submission at all. Choosing to have the first elimination, Punk walks over towards the guillotine side of the ring and pulls Taiji over his shoulder before slamming him outside of the ring. Elimination #1: Taiji Ishimori – Fired! Near this side of the ring, Sandow delivers some brutal elbows to the back of downed El Generico's head. He shouts at him, calling him an imbecile and many other insults, and delivers some stomps to the wrists. Finally, Sandow tries to roll the luchador under the ropes, and manages to get him to the apron, before Generico rises up and fights against his attacker. He grabs Sandow's skull and headbutts, sending the therapist to his knees. The fans start the “OLE!” chant before JTG comes to him and punches him a few times in the mouth. Generico falls backwards, hanging onto the ropes with one hand. Looking at him with sorrow and regret, JTG forces him to let go, eliminating El Generico in the guillotine section. Elimination #2: El Generico – Fired! JTG does not get a second to rest, as the moment he eliminates El Generico, Damien Sandow tries to lift him over the ropes by his feet. He could have been successful too if it was not for the effort of Daniel Bryan. He hits a backbreaker on Sandow, saving JTG in the process. As Sandow is sent reeling, Bryan glances at JTG, and he exchanges a nod signifying that he owes him one. Getting to the action on the other side of the ring, Aries appears to have gained the upperhand on Reigns. He straddles Reigns in a frankensteiner position and delivers a flurry of punches to the big man's head. Reigns stumbles backwards toward the guillotine side of the ropes and is forced to lean back on them. Aries grabs his opponent's noggin and delivers one hard headbutt, causing Reigns to fall out of the ring. With Aries still on him. Eliminations #3 and #4: Roman Reigns and Austin Aries – Fired and Fired! Apparently forming a friendship in the minutes that have passed since the bell rang, Barrett and Regal take turns in assualting Hardy. Regal whips him into the turnbuckle and offers Barrett to attack next. The Bare-Knuckled Brawler bows in reverence of the gesture and throws his shoulder into Hardy's torso. After a few times he lifts Hardy's body onto the top ropes and steps down, allowing Regal to eliminate the man. William Regal climbs up and, with much raw power, flings Hardy out of the ring on the guillotine side. Elimination #5: Matt Hardy - Fired! From the top rope Regal looks down at Hardy, sprawled on the arena floor, chuckling at the site of him. He nearly laughs his head off staring at the eliminated man. He does not suspect Barrett would use this opportunity to eliminate the veteran by tossing him off the top rope the same way he just tossed Henry out. Unfortunately for Regal, it cost him the match. Elimination #6: William Regal All this time Del Rio goes around the ring, fighting someone for a bit then backing off, throwing a few punches then finding someone else, slamming someone down on the mat then retreating to the other side of the ring. The Boogeyman appears fed up with it, for he begins to stalk Del Rio. As he once again joins Batista in an onslaught against JTG before soon backing off, Boogeyman turns him around and lifts him up for a powerslam. Del Rio, knowing the pain he is about to experience, braces himself as he hits the mat with force. Boogeyman attempts to stomp on him repeatedly but Del Rio rolls out of the way, unknowingly playing into Boogeyman's plan. Soon he finds himself on the apron. He grabs the bottom rope and tries to pull himself back in, but the Boogeyman uses his legs to push him out. In a battle of pure strength, the Boogeyman is victorious. Elimination #7: Alberto Del Rio Looking to make a name for himself by eliminating an experienced opponent, Sandow elbows Boogeyman once in the back of the head hard and tries to lift him over the ropes. He gets Boogeyman on the apron, but the veteran persists. Sandow tries to shove him off, but he needs help. Sandow calls over towards Daniel Bryan and Wade Barret to assist him. Both men begrudgingly help him, happy to eliminate another competitor but not truly willing to aid the pretentious wrestler. With their combined strength, they force Boogeyman off the apron. Elimination #8: The Boogeyman Elsewhere in the ring, Batista lays into JTG with a series of blows near the ropes. Looking to eliminate one of the most intimidating wrestlers on the roster, Punk irks Batista with light shots to the kidneys and ears. At first he keeps his cool and shakes off the annoying strikes, but soon the annoyance at the lack of respect is too much for Batista. He takes off for CM Punk on the other side of the ring, looking to hit a spear. Punk lets him run towards him, towards the ropes, and simply ducks and pulls down the ropes, using Batista's momentum against him. Elimination #9: Batista At this point, Punk calls over Barrett and Sandow to huddle up. JTG is still recovering from Batista's assault and Daniel Bryan is trying to get back to his feet after a Winds of Change moments before. CM Punk appears to be the one making the calls, pointing towards Bryan every so often as Sandow and Barrett take peeks at him to make sure he is still not on his feet. Before long they break the huddle and go to Bryan. Barrett and Sandow lift him up on their shoulder's as Punk looks to send him out of the ring via a triple powerbomb! But wait! JTG is back in action and throws a few punches towards Barrett, causing him to drop Bryan. He then goes for Punk, but Punk is ready for him. He hits JTG with a clothesline before following up with a DDT. Bryan manages to fight off Sandow for a few moments, but once Barrett recovers he is unable to stop the two-on-one assault. Once again they lift him on their shoulder's, and CM Punk is back facing him. With the combined strength of Barrett, Sandow, and Punk, they hit Bryan with a triple powerbomb! Bryan hits the arena floor with a bone-crunching force! Elimination #10: Daniel Bryan Barrett turns back towards the ring to find Punk and Sandow with their fists raised, looking right at him. Looking deep into the eyes of both men, Barrett raises his hands as if to ask why they are betraying him. Punk and Sandow waste no time in teaming up on Barrett. While they seem to be in control at the start, the Bare-Knuckled Brawler starts to beat the numbers game. He tosses Sandow down on his back and repeatedly strikes Punk in the head with punches with his right. Barrett finally sends Punk down on the mat with a hard jab and takes a deep breath. From behind, JTG is back on his feet and performs a neckbreaker on the tired Englishman. Barrett stumbles in pain right into Sandow's arms, which hit Terminus! With Barrett hit by two such devastating attacks, Punk easily whips him out of the ring. Elimination #11: Wade Barrett Punk turns around to find himself in JTG's grasp. However, Sandow arrives and breaks him out. The two men deliver a double gut-kick and proceed to lift him up for a double suplex. Sandow yells over to Punk an idea. His face lights up and nods in agreement as the two men turn around 180º. They take two steps backwards and suplex JTG out of the ring! Elimination #12: JTG With only two men left, the remaining competitors circle each other in the middle of the ring. CM Punk extends his hand in what appears to be mutual respect. Damien Sandow takes it, and uses it to reel his opponent in for a series of strikes to the head. He then places Punk in a headlock, knowing that obviously if Punk taps out the match still continues but instead trying to weaken Punk. His eyes look lost as he starts to fade, but his instincts kick in as his body forced Sandow and himself into a corner turnbuckle. The force of hitting the post causes Sandow to release the hold, but he still has enough sense to try and at least flip the dazed Punk over the top rope. He manages to get him onto the apron, but, with one hand clinging to the top rope and the other holding onto Sandow's beard, Punk pulls backwards and flips Sandow over the ropes. Sandow grabs onto the ropes before falling onto the floor and now both men are on the apron. Punk throws the first strike, with Sandow sending a punch back in retaliation. This series of punches continue and the crowd acts accordingly, about half of them cheering for Punk as he strikes and the other half cheering for Sandow. Fans are forced to pick their favorite as the battle continues. On one punch, Punk swings wildly but misses, his ultimate mistake. Sandow gets in one jab, then a hook, then a haymaker to send Punk tumbling onto the floor. Elimination #13: CM Punk Damien Sandow will be going on challenge for the Television Title!
Booker T: Dawg, what a close call! It all came down to that punch! Probably the closest finish I've ever seen!
Cole: Damien Sandow picks up the victory! We'll see him move on tonight, to face Drew McIntyre for the TV Title!
Booker T: Yeah, dawg, and now it's time for Ric Flair to get retribution on Cody Rhodes! Get him Cody!
No Holds Barred Match w/ Career Threatening Implications for Each Competitor
Ric Flair vs. Dashing Cody Rhodes
Cody Rhodes enters the ring in his usual fashion, and he waits in the ring for the arrival of the Nature Boy. The past few months had culminated to this. From Rhodes’ triumphant debut in Total Championship Wrestling, where he took out not only Ric Flair, but Alex Riley, to just earlier tonight, where Flair had uttered the approval to face him in the ring for a No Holds Barred match. And now, Rhodes stood, waiting for his nemesis to come out to the ring. Here, he would end the storied career of the Nature Boy. He wouldn’t set foot in a wrestling arena ever again. Flair winning didn’t even cross his mind.
With that, Ric Flair’s entrance music played, and the Nature Boy himself stepped out onto the stage, dressed in one of his signature robes! He let out a major “WOOO!” and strutted toward the ring. Without Lillian there to announce him, we have to rely on Michael Cole delivering an impromptu introduction. The Nature Boy steps into the ring to a tremendous ovation from everyone in attendance! Could the crowd be the one thing Ric Flair needs to push him over the top to a level he can defeat Cody Rhodes? Flair takes off the robes, and has on his signature wrestling tights, and a matching black T-Shirt with white lettering. This hides Flair’s old body from view, and that brings a smile to Rhodes’ face. The old man is self-conscious! The bell rings, and the No Holds Barred Match begins kicks off!
Cody Rhodes walks up to the center of the ring, a smirk on his face, and he’s met by Ric Flair. Rhodes looks off to ringside, where Lillian would usually stand, and turns back to Flair with an even eviler smile – Ric Flair meets Rhodes with a slap to the face! Rhodes stumbles backwards, holding his Dashing face, and turns to face Flair again, and Rhodes is ready with a fierce chop to the chest! And another! Flair is unloading on Rhodes! He hits a stiff fist, letting all his past frustrations out on the second-generation superstar! Rhodes swings a wild fist back at the legend, who ducks under it and hits a few more chops to the chest and a few more punches to the face of Rhodes! The crowd is alive, as Rhodes rolls out of the ring and kicks the barricade hard in frustration! Flair, as old as he is, really has the upper hand on Rhodes, and the crowd is loving it! Rhodes lets a yell out into the fans, something that sounds like an insult, and he kicks the stairs over with a thud. As he turns back to the ring, he finds that Flair had exited… and he was right behind Rhodes with a Kendo Stick! He whips the stick through the air with a swoosh and it smacks Rhodes hard across the back! Flair doesn’t stop there, as he whacks him a few more times! Rhodes drops to his knees, and is smacked right across the face! He falls to the arena floor under Flair, as the Nature Boy lets out another “WOOO!” The crowd follow, and they are on their feet! Rhodes could be out of TCW in a matter of minutes! Flair spots the overturned stairs, and lifts it up, taking all of his might to do so, and turns to Rhodes! He tosses it down hard on Rhodes’ knee! Rhodes writhes around in pain, but cannot go anywhere as Flair pushes weight down on the stair case! When he finally does release the hold, he lifts Rhodes up and tosses him into the ring. Rhodes crawls across the mat, trying to get to his feet, but Flair is on him like a rabid dog, and presses his boot down on Rhodes’ knee, before giving him a hard stomp! Rhodes scrambles again, obviously trying to find a way to slow Flair’s momentum. But Rhodes was the man who put Flair out of commission! He’d also took out Alex Riley, Flair’s good friend, and most recently Lillian Garcia! Flair’s momentum was fueled by his hate for this punk!
Flair grabs Rhodes’ leg, he’s looking to lock in the Figure Four and end this match now! As he twists his body around Flair’s leg, Rhodes sends his boot upwards into Flair’s back and sends the older man flying! This gives Rhodes his first break at an offense, and he spins around and gets onto his knees. Flair runs at him but it met with a hard shot to the midsection! And then an uppercut to the jaw! Rhodes pushes Flair back into the corner and begins lighting him up with lefts and rights, before spitting in the now battered face of the legend, and hitting a major dropkick as he stumbled out of the corner! Flair now lies motionless. His original show of momentum proving to be worn down quickly by age. Rhodes was already back in operation, barely suffering a limp. He drops a hard stomp onto Flair’s chest, before lifting him up and hitting a DDT! He goes to make a quick pin, but Flair kicks out on the count of one and a half. Rhodes lifts Flair back up, and Irish Whips him hard into the corner, causing him to roll up into the turnbuckle, before slumping back down to the mat. Rhodes has a devilish smile on his face, as he stalks after Flair once more, allowing him to slowly get back to his feet. The crowd boo Rhodes heavily, as they know what’s coming… Rhodes jumps up the second rope, and flies back for a massive Beautiful Disaster! It connects solidly, and Rhodes goes for the pin. One- Two- but he pulls Flair’s shoulder up! He’s not done? Just end it Rhodes! He gets to his feet, and shoves Flair’s head and torso under the bottom rope… And he locks Flair into his very own Figure Four Leg Lock! Flair’s upper body falls down from the apron, and he’s left hanging over the arena floor by Rhodes while in the Figure Four! He’s going to break his damn leg! Flair is tapping out wildly, and the referee is unsure whether to call for the bell, since this isn’t a Falls Count Anywhere Match…. But he ultimately decides to just ring the damn bell, as Ric Flair’s leg is almost positively broken! Rhodes doesn’t let go until well after the bed, and even then, he just kicks Flair from the hold and he drops onto his head on the apron. The crowd are all on their feet, jeering wildly at the referee’s decision! Nonetheless, Cody Rhodes is declared the winner! Ric Flair is gone from TCW! Rhodes holds his hand high above his head. The victor. Simply Dashing.
Taz: Man, how can you call that match impressive? Rhodes bullied someone three times his age. I, for one, am sick.
Booker T: Man, dawg, I don't know. I don't know if TCW will ever be the same again.
Cole: Well, it's time to move on guys, as hard as that is. Up next, Damien Sandow wrestles for the second time tonight! This time, it's for the TV Title!
Singles Match for the Television Title
Drew McIntyre vs. Damien Sandow (c)
Drew McIntyre looks like a man possessed out there. Literally. Sandow circles him as he stands motionless, his eyes moving to the back of his skull, his face contorting in an ungodly manner. He lets out a feral growl and wraps his hand around the neck of his opponent. McIntyre lifts him into the air, his opponent becoming visibly frightened as he looks into the darkness that encompasses Drew McIntyre's soul, and hits him with a hard right, releasing the hold and sending his opponent down on the ground. The TV Champ hovers over the other man in the ring and barrages him with a series of punches not so much aiming to be quick but to be powerful. Sandow manages to catch one before it can land and shoves McIntyre off him. He grabs ahold of McIntyre's arm, but the TV Champ flips his opponent across his body into a seated position and locks in the camel clutch. Drew McIntyre howls with every wrench, allowing the darkness to consume him, to breathe into him. Sandow sees this as a distraction and uses it to power out of the hold by standing up in the air and falling backwards onto McIntyre. He releases the hold and gets a good look of his opponent's boot as it comes crushing down on his skull. Sandow grabs ahold of the TV Champ by his trunks and tosses him into a corner, his shoulder making a forceful impact as it meets the steel post. He then flips McIntyre upside down in a tree of woe, his shrouded eyes trying to adjust to his new positioning. Sandow walks over to the opposite corner of the ring, smiling like a madman all the while. He widens his stance in order to stretch out his upper thigh muscles, McIntyre still dangling in the other corner, as the fans start to clap at the anticipation of seeing the Television Champion they have come to fear over the last few weeks receive his comeuppance. Damien Sandow takes off running at him and slides into him, striking him in the head with his feet as the crowd explodes. McIntyre falls onto his face, motionless, as his opponent pulls him to the middle of the ring and flips him over for a pin. 1...2..kick! The TV Champ will not drop the title that easily. Damien Sandow lifts him to his feet by his hair and strikes him with a couple of jabs. He then tosses him into the ropes, but it is McIntyre who retaliates with a dropkick. The TV Champ gets up quickly and stomps over to the side of the ring, facing the crowd. He looks up to the heavens, to whatever force he has allowed to control him, and lifts up his arms, offering himself fully to the darkness. He turns back to his opponent just as he finds his feet. McIntyre then proceeds to knee Sandow in the stomach and follow up with a suplex before finishing with a leg drop. The TV Champ's nostrils flair and eyebrows furrow as he stares at Damien Sandow, shouting at him to get up, shouting that he will destroy him. Sandow makes it to his feet as McIntyre grabs his arms and hits Apocalypse Rising! McIntyre covers by forcibly pushing his opponent's skull into the mat. 1...2...kick! It is not enough as Sandow kicks out of the pin! Furious, Drew McIntyre bellows to the sky, to the darkness he has allowed to run through his veins. Sandow gets back up and is whipped into the corner, or at least he would have been had he not reversed it. McIntyre is the one who hits his head on the turnbuckle and turns around to a hurricanrana. Damien Sandow flips him across the ring. With that look of superiority on his face, Sandow yells for the crowd to be silent as he appears to be going for Terminus! He walks over to the TV Champ, but McIntyre is playing possum. He rolls over Sandow for a pin. 1...2..now Sandow rolls McIntyre over. 1...2...McIntyre is back on top now. 1...2...nope. The ref sees Damien's elbow on the ropes and refuses to count what could have been the decisive pin. McIntyre releases his opponent in order to yell at the ref, backing him into the corner has he shouts insults at him. The TV Champ never sees Sandow rise to his feet behind him. McIntrye is turned around as Damien grabs his arms and twists him. Terminus! It is the end for Drew McIntyre as Sandow makes the cover. 1...2...3! A new TCW Television Champion is crowned as Damien Sandow manages to conquer the darkness.
Cole: No, Book, that's Damien Sandow!
Taz: Cole, he was kidding.
Cole: No, I know that! C'mon Taz, I was just playing along! Glad to see McIntyre lose that belt!
Booker T: Man, and here we go! The next match is the King of the Ring! But first, join us for an interview with The Sultan of Sleaze!
The cameras cut backstage to where we see TCW interviewer Todd Grisham standing alone in front of the camera, grinning. The audience groan, not happy to see him, but their mood is immediately changed as the camera zooms out and we see The Sultan of Sleaze standing beside him, which naturally elicits a lot of cheers to be produced from the audience inside the main arena auditorium.
Shelley slowly lowers his shades and looks over the lense as he looks Grisham up and down, before smirking and slowly taking the microphone from him, nudging him off camera which causes a slight pop from the attending crowd. He holds the microphone up to his mouth and looks down the camera, before chuckling and moving it away for a second, trying to think through his words. He looks around him for a moment, visibly emotional at being back, before moving the microphone back up to his mouth.
Almost as quickly as the segment started, it finishes. Shelley drops the microphone on the floor before holding up his fingers in a peace sign, returning his shades to cover his eyes completely, and strolling off with a smirk on his face.
King of the Ring Final
Santino Marella vs. Antonio Cesaro
This is it – The culmination of the past month for those watching in attendance, and the culmination of their careers for the competitors lined up across from each other in the squared circle. The bell rings, but neither man moves a muscle. Both just stare across at their opponents, perhaps strategizing, perhaps just delving into their hate for one another. Soon, each man takes a step forward – both men moving toward their crowning moment of becoming the King of the Ring. They lock up, and the crowd erupts. Hate Santino and Antonio as they might, this match was bound to be epic! As Cesaro looks to be overpowering Santino, the Italian Stallion shakes his head “No!” and uses the International Sensation’s momentum against him, as he twists him and takes him down with a Judo Hip Toss! Santino stays on his prey, holding him in tight with a headlock. But Cesaro, showing the true will of the International Sensation, cradles his back upwards from his prone position and essentially crabwalks to a standing position! Incredible! Having the weight properly distributed to his own advantage, he drops Santino hard on his back and neck! Cesaro is on his feet in a matter of seconds, and drops boot after boot onto the chest of Marella! The second the referee goes to stop him, Cesaro pulls back. He’s not going to allow his emotions to get the best of him, he will win this match up. He lifts Santino off the ground… but no! Santino flips Cesaro over his head with a Northern Lights Suplex, makes the cradle and the pin! One-Two- No! Cesaro kicks out of the near fall in the nick of time! Both men fly to their feet, and are left staring at each other once again, both men having a stalemate!
Once more, the men clash together. This time, Cesaro won’t allow Santino the opportunity to knock him onto his back, as he pushes him hard across the ring and into the turnbuckle. He blatantly pushes his palm into the jaw and throat of Santino, stretching the Judo Master’s neck backwards, before throwing a hard punch into the exposed throat of Santino! The referee has to step in once more, as Cesaro is blatantly disregarding the rules – But as the referee is scolding Cesaro, Santino hits Cesaro with a clubbing blow across the back, sending him flying into the referee, and causing the referee to fly from the ring, before hitting his head hard against the ground! Might as well chuck the rulebook out the window! Santino levels Cesaro with a hard kick to the gut, before nailing him with a few punches to the face, and then hitting a Judo Hiptoss. He keeps Cesaro pinned to the mat, and before he can try any type of clever reversal, he drives his free elbow into Cesaro’s forehead! And again! And again! His pace quickens, as he continues driving his bare elbow into the brow and forehead of Cesaro! There’s no referee, so when Cesaro’s brow starts spouting blood, no one puts an end to the hold! Finally growing contempt with the amount of pain delivered, Santino gets to his feet, and wipes Cesaro’s blood from his chest! Cesaro lies on the mat, holding his forehead, which is dribbling blood down into his eyes. He attempts to get to his knees, but Santino knock him back down with a hard boot to the source of the blood! Cesaro falls back to the mat, before rolling quickly out of the ring to regain his composure. Santino is quick to follow, not willing to let his momentum be halted. But as Santino steps between the ropes, Cesaro fires hard upwards and hits Santino with a low blow while he’s on the apron! Santino slumps hard against the second rope that he was between, and Cesaro pulls Santino by the hair so his head protrudes above the apron… and he nails Santino with a massive European Uppercut! Santino nearly falls into the ring, where the force has driven him, but Cesaro catches him again by the hair, and pulls him hard outside the ring, where he falls hard to the arena floor! The bloodied Cesaro falls back against the barricade, and slumps to the floor. Perhaps he’s suffering from loss of blood, because he’s allowing Santino time to recover from this recent assault.
After what would have likely been a ten-count had the referee been in operation, Cesaro finally wills his way to his feet, just as Santino is able to roll onto his stomach. Cesaro slowly lifts Santino to his feet, and grabs him by the hand, looking to give him an Irish Whip into the steel ring pole! He throws Santino with all of his might into the ring post, and Santino’s head bounces off the post, and he again lies motionless on the mat! Cesaro then walks over to where the referee is standing, and peels him off the arena floor, and tosses him into the ring, hoping to revive him. He then approaches Santino, who has been busted open by the ring post, and tosses him into the ring. Cesaro stalks into the ring, and slaps the referee in the face a few times, before giving up. The referee stirs, and that is all that is needed for the match to continue. He then covers Santino, just in front of the referee, screaming “Make the pin Ref!” The referee doesn’t spring into action. Instead, he slowly lifts his hand above his head, before literally dropping it to the mat. One! Again, he lifts his hand, even more slowly than the first time, and drops it again. Two! A third time, he lifts his hand into the air. His vision only sees Antonio Cesaro, a bloody mess, covering Santino Marella, and his unbiased hand is coming down to the mat for a three count. Everyone in attendance knows, that this is the moment. In this split second, a career will be defined. As the referee’s hand is dropping to the mat, the volume level in the arena is at a standstill, no one is making a sound. In this second, a King will be crowned. His hand falls once again to the mat. Three!
The crowd lets out a gasp! Santino, in a last ditch effort, managed to throw his shoulder up from the mat! The referee rolls onto his back, holding only two fingers in the air! Cesaro’s face lights up in disbelief! Surely, Santino’s back hadn’t left the canvas before the referee’s shoulder hit the mat! But no! The referee was, in fact, saying that Santino had gotten his shoulder up in time! Cesaro climbed to his feet, with obvious hate in his eyes. What would he have to do to put Santino away? He lifts him up off the mat, still, he isn’t moving. Surely, Santino was dead, and the kick out was simply a post-death twitch, but no matter. Cesaro would finish off his competition, regardless. He pulls him into position for the Neutralizer, and holds both hands into the air! But Santino pulls free! He drops to his knees, looking up at a startled Cesaro, who thought he had this match in the bag. Cesaro throws a boot hard towards the face of Santino, but Santino rolls out of the way! He jumps to his feet, and he grabs Cesaro for a DDT, before rolling through with it and connecting with the Rolling Blackout! Santino refuses to let go! Refuses to allow Cesaro an inch of breathing room! He has his destination of the throne in his eyes, as he continuously tugs away at Cesaro’s life force! Finally the referee is calling for the bell! Santino has done it! Santino Marella is the King of the Ring!
Santino gets to his feet after a long hard fought battle with Antonio Cesaro and the referee raises his hand. Santino is exhausted, but glad that this battle is over. The Italian one takes a quick glance over at the throne sitting at the top of the stage and begins to smile, but it’s not a happy smile, more of a creepy I’m going to get to chop people’s heads off smile. Santino steps out of the ring and grabs a microphone and begins to walk up the aisle and to the throne.
Santino: I have done everything that I have set out to do since my re-birth. I didn’t need you people to will me on to victory or to cheer me on to give me that extra strength to keep on going. I didn’t need you pathetic fans for anything because let’s face it I am just that good at what I do.
Santino is breathing heavy as he makes his way up the ramp and to the throne. He stands next to the throne and stares at it for a few moments before saying or doing anything else.
Santino: I have worked my entire life to get to this point. I have never been given anything in my life. I have always had to fight tooth and nail to get to where I am today and today I am king.
Santino rubs the rich fabric of the cape before picking it up and putting it on. Santino then grabs the scepter that sat next to the throne and holds it up high letting the lighting in the arena bounce off of it and blinding some nearby fans. Next comes the most important piece to this ensemble. Santino reaches down with his one free hand and grabs the crown. He stares at it for just a moment and he develops a sly smile on his face as he sees his reflection in the golden crown. He places it on his head and just as the crown finds its resting place a weight is seemingly lifted off of Santino’s shoulders. The Italian one then turns his attention to the throne. A magnificent throne to behold, all gold with a red velvet cushion in the middle for comfort, shines bright as the sun. Santino takes a couple careful steps and then slowly lowers himself into the seat. Santino seems pleased, but the fans do not as boos ring through the arena.
Santino: I didn’t need any of you to gain this crown. I am a valiant warrior who fought hard for this place. I beat other warriors to claim this crown and I did it all by myself. I didn’t need anyone’s help, not a single person, but now all of you need me. All of you peasants need King Santino to rule over your land and see that justice is carried out and that is exactly what I am going to do. Justice will be served to the World Champion. I have claimed the right to do battle with the champion and when I do he will fall just like all the others. I will take his title and truly reign as king.
Santino lowers his hands to the arm rests of the throne and grips them tightly. He is now sitting as King of Total Championship Wrestling.
Taz: You know I don't like the guy, but that there was impressive!
Booker T: Yeah, I agree there. What a great way to end that tournament!
Taz: Now, we only have one more match to get ready for! Our Main Event! This is gonna be sick!
Cole: But first, join us backstage, with Dean Ambrose.
The cameras cut backstage to a camera of a pysched up looking Dean Ambrose marching through the corridors with the World Heavyweight Championship draped over his shoulder. He snarls a few times like a rabid dog as he makes his way towards the ring, when out of nowhere AJ Lee appears with a microphone, a wide smile on her face.
AJ: Hi, Dean! Can I get a few words?
Ambrose shrugs her off and walks on, leaving her looking a little upset, but she moves quickly to catch up.
AJ: Dean! Can I - -
Ambrose turns around and barks at her.
Dean Ambrose: Get outta here! Can't you see I've got a match coming up?
The flat out rudeness and lack of care for manners from Ambrose is astounding, even by his standards, and he marches on, looking far from impressed at someone trying to interview him moments before the King of The Ring Main Event. AJ, however, is not deterred and with a grin and flutter of her eyelashes replies.
AJ: Ok, well...good luck.
Ambrose stops in his tracks and slowly turns his head to look back at AJ, the Champion confused at the wishes - it is not often anyone in TCW is positive to him, most of them far too worried or tense to say anything other than what they've been told to. Ambrose shakes his head and walks on out of camera shot, readjusting his title as he does so. The camera's stay on AJ for a few moments, who begins to grin slyly as she so notoriously does, before the cameras cut to the ring for the Main Event!
Triple Threat for the TCW World Heavyweight Championship
Dean Ambrose (c) vs. Ryback vs. The Brian Kendrick
The bell rings signalling the beginning of this Triple Threat contest for the TCW World Heavyweight championship, and in the immediate instance of the start of the match, none of the men move a muscle. The Brian Kendrick slowly moves his eyes from person to person, taking in his surroundings and quickly trying to think through tactics, trying to work out how exactly to carry out this match. He looks across at Ambrose, who's face twitches slightly as he looks across at the former Champ, before his eyes flicker in the direction of Ryback, and Kendrick smirks as he reads the Champion's mind. The crowd suddenly erupt at the start of such an anticipated contest, as both Ambrose and Kendrick quickly dash over towards Ryback, both throwing several strong right and left handed punches towards the behemoth, who eventually drops down to one knee, before powering out of the assault and jumping to his full height, sending both Kendrick and Ambrose flying across the ring! Ambrose quickly rolls to his front and gets up to one knee, smirking, but Kendrick clearly has extremely different ideas, immediately reacting to Ryback's power by sliding out of the ring underneath the bottom rope and speaking quietly to Paul Heyman as the audience boo wildly. Ambrose scoffs as he looks out at Kendrick, but upon seeing Ryback making a beeline for him he also ducks out of the ring underneath the bottom rope, studying the man inside the ring in detail as he watches his movements. The crowd cheer on Ryback, loudly chanting 'FEED ME MORE' as he moves his arms up and down, before the monster of a man drops to his stomach and slides out of the ring, which sends both Kendrick and Ambrose scurrying away! Ryback isn't in the mood to give up though and the TCW Champion is in his sights, both of his opponents move away from him and eventually find themselves cornered by the announce table, they look at each other in dismay as Ryback approaches, before whispering to each other, but out of nowhere Kendrick pushes Ambrose towards Ryback! The monster catches Ambrose and instinctively lifts him into a throw, hurling him towards the announce table which he bounces off of with a thud and lands on the other side, almost knocking the commentary team over in the process!
The audience pop hard at seeing the TCW Champion on the recieving end of some pain, and Ryback attempts to continue weakening the man he clearly percieves as a bigger threat, but before he has any time to think The Brian Kendrick slams a steel chair ferociously onto the back of the gigantic mass of muscle! Ryback stumbles forwards slightly, before a smirk breaks out on his face and he slowly turns towards Kendrick, who looks petrified at the man standing before him. He brings the chair down over the head of Ryback this time, but once again he stands on the spot, completely ignoring the assault he is on the end of. The audience cheer Ryback on as he slowly shakes his head, before he lunges towards Kendrick and manages to grab ahold of him before he can make a run for it! He brings his arm down heavily across the back of Kendrick, and again, and again, before pulling him away from the ring and turning him to face the turnbuckle pole, but before he can do anything else, Ambrose leaps off of the announce table and locks in a sleeper hold! He's riding on Ryback's back, who is desperately trying to shake off Ambrose, but he just isnt getting anywhere with it! Kendrick turns back around to see all of this unfolding and begins aiming well places kicks into the legs and gut of Ryback, taking him once again down to one knee but this time the added influence of the World Champion's sleeper lock seems to be helping a lot, and the monster is fading fast. Just as it looks like Ryback is out, Ambrose releases the hold and spins Ryback around before gesturing for Kendrick to join him, what could they be planning here... No way, it looks like theyre going for a double suplex, and it's aimed right at the announce table... They try to lift Ryback... And they manage it! They suplex Ryback straight over their heads and he crashes through the announce table, causing absolute mayhem around the ringside area! Kendrick backs away from Ambrose, always knowing where he should be, and grabs ahold of his lower back as he looks across at the downed behemoth, glancing back up at Ambrose who drops to one knee and begins smirking at him. Medical personnel appear to check up on Ryback, but Ambrose isn't having any of it and strikes anybody who attempts to get close to him. Eventually, the staff back off and he turns back to face Ryback, watching him struggle for breath and clearly in pain as he smiles down at him.
Out of nowhere, Ambrose quickly turns around and lunges towards Kendrick, who tries to escape to the underneath of the ring but isn't able to do so as Ambrose grabs him by the ankle and pulls him back into view, flipping him over and smiling at him menacingly as he drops down onto his knees on top of Kendrick and begins throwing strong right hands at him over and over again. The Champ jumps up to his feet and drags Kendrick up to his as well, before dragging him across the ringside area and slamming his head into the still standing Spanish Announcers table. He shoves Kendrick's head into the table over and over again, forcing it down onto monitors and everything else around, and upon finally letting Kendrick out of his grasp we see that the former Champion is well and truly busted open, and the blood is freely flowing down his face. Ambrose looks over at Ryback who is still motionless on the floor, also busted open, and a look of dismay appears on his face. He walks over to a few of the fans in the front row and grimaces towards them, glaring at the rabid mass of people screaming abuse at him. He walks up to a particular man who has just returned to the area with a beer, and glares at him, before shouting loud enough for everyone to hear; 'Gimme a *bleep*in' dollar!' The crowd erupt in shock at the four letter outburst, but delighted to be a part of the show the gentleman obliges and Ambrose smirks in faux appreciation. The audience look on in bemusement as he starts searching on the Spanish Announcers table, before lifting up a stapler... No, surely not! Ambrose holds the bill up to his own forehead... And staples it to his head! This man is absolutely insane! He turns around in a full three hundred and sixty degree turn so every single person in the arena can see what he's done to himself, and the blood has quickly soaked the bill into a reddish colour, and Ambrose smirks as the blood slides down his face, past his mouth, dripping down to the floor. He grabs Kendrick by his now red hair, and drags him across the ringside area once again, and throws him into the ring underneath the bottom rope.
Ambrose follows his prey into the ring, his face now almost completely covered by the crimson mask, and he smirks as he looks down at Kendrick, his blood dripping down onto the mat and soaking the normal blue canvas with the gooey red substance. He leans down over Kendrick who looks as though he's almost completely dead out and begins lifting him up, but Kendrick pushes him away before trying to get up but he stumbles backwards into the ropes, leaving an opportunity for Ambrose to attack once again, and he lunges towards Kendrick, who somehow manages to duck out of the way and as Ambrose turns around... Superkick! Kendrick hits the superkick! Could this be it?! He falls onto Ambrose and the ref drops down to his front, One, Two... Th- No! The World Champion kicks out! What incredible endurance we're seeing from this man! Kendrick looks out of the ring at Heyman who looks on in disbelief, and Kendrick slowly drags himself up to his feet using the ropes... Before out of nowhere, the lights in the arena go out! The audience scream in shock before cheering, not knowing what could be happening... The lights in the arena begin to flash, and a countdown from ten to zero appears on the screen, nobody in the room appears to know what is happening... Before a familiar theme begins to echo through the arena soundsystem but... It can't be, can it?! Everybody turns their focus towards the stage... It is! It's Brock Lesnar! Brock Lesnar is back in TCW! He walks out onto the stage and bounces from side to side, before storming down to the ring and standing in front of it, before being met by Paul Heyman! Heyman smirks before screaming at Lesnar and pointing towards the ring, but Lesnar is clearly too pumped up to care about Heyman's words, pushing him away before he jumps up onto the apron and steps into the ring through the ropes. He walks across to the two men who are by now on their feet, and looks at them in turn. He smirks at Kendrick, then at Ambrose. He looks out of the ring at Heyman who is still barking orders... Before shaking his head and lunging towards The Brian Kendrick! Heyman is in absolute disbelief as he lifts Kendrick up onto his shoulders... F-5! He F-5's the former World Heavyweight Champion! He looks across at Dean Ambrose (who still has a dollar bill stapled to his head I feel it's worth pointing out) before the duo smile at one another and embrace! Lesnar turns around to look at Heyman, who is glaring into the ring, wide eyed and disgusted by what he's seen, but Lesnar is soon distracted by a ruckas unfolding behind him, and turns around to see Ryback lunging towards Ambrose and hitting him with a meathook clothesline! He drops Ambrose, but isn't interested in making a cover, lunging straight towards Lesnar!
The two monsters of the squared circle immediately begin fighting tooth and nail, throwing strong right and left handed punches at one another, and by God these two men could rip down this entire arena if they're allowed to! Ryback gets Lesnar up against the ropes before backing up, and he clotheslines Lesnar over the top rope, taking himself over the top as well! Both men get almost right back up to their feet, continuing to fight one another punch for punch, strike for strike. The former UFC Heavyweight utilizes his striking ability, throwing elbows and forearms that bounce straight off of the bloodied head of Ryback, but the monster isn't giving up easily! He throws a knee into the gut of Lesnar as they ascend the ramp, slowly walking up the ramp towards the stage area, Ryback tries to grab ahold of Lesnar as he is bent over, but Lesnar just keeps pushing him towards the stage, and Ryback is forced to back up, step by step slowly reaching an incredibly dangerous area, Ryback glances behind him to see how much space he has, but that proves to be an incredibly dangerous move, as Lesnar breaks free of his clutch and forcefully aims a kick to the gut of Ryback, which sends him stumbling backwards... And he drops off of the stage! Sparks fly from electrical equipment as Ryback smashes into it and the lighting in the arena dims as a response to the electrical unit being destroyed! Lesnar looks down at the destruction he has caused before smirking as he licks Ryback's blood off of his hand! He quickly remembers where he is, and returns to the middle of the stage, looking down to the ring as he sees both Kendrick and Ambrose staring each other down, pouring with blood. Kendrick makes the first move, attempting another Superkick, but Ambrose ducks it, and kicks Kendrick in the gut, before grabbing his head and dropping to the mat, but he doesn't release it, and he locks in the Guillotine Choke! Kendrick flails around, desperate to escape from the vicious hold, but after a few moments it becomes clear that the mix of the vicious hold and the vast blood loss is too much for him! The referee has absolutely no choice but to call for the bell, ending the match and declaring Dean Ambrose the winner! He gets up to his feet and rips the one dollar bill off of his forehead at last, before beckoning Brock Lesnar down to the ring as he is handed his TCW World Heavyweight Championship title belt, which he immediately places on his shoulder. Lesnar makes his way into the ring via the stairs, glaring at Heyman for a couple of seconds before forgetting about his existence, and grabs ahold of Ambrose hand, holding it high up into the air as Ambrose uses his other hand to display his title belt proudly!
Taz: Cole! What in the hell man? Watch the language! I mean, I know watching that you wouldn't know, but this is a family show!
Booker T: Awww Taz, that match was crazy dawg! What a great ending to a great Pay Per View!
Taz: I'm with you on that man! Great show! Care to close us out, Cole?
Cole: ... Uhmm, yeah, that's... all ladies and gentlemen. Thank you for joining us for this... amazing show! Good night!
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Apr 16, 13 at 2:24pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Ric Flair’s door stood alone in the view of the camera. The light above it was merely flickering, and it showed just how desolate the area around the ex-Interim General Manager’s room was. Of course, the emptiness in the hall was courtesy of Cody Rhodes. Ric Flair’s reign was over, and there wasn’t a thing anyone in the world could do about it. TCW interviewer, Maria Kanellis, enters into the shot, a big cardboard box in hand, as she pulled open the door. She had volunteered to clean out his things. He didn’t need to step backstage and risk Rhodes doing something heinous…
She shuts the door behind her, and gasps. In front of her, is a cameraman, the light on his camera distracting her eyes for a brief second, while a second figure in the room shoots across and grabs her by the wrist, pulling her away from the door, before shoving a chair hard underneath the handle to prevent anyone from entering…
The camera comes into focus on Maria, as she finally grasps the situation in the room. If front of her stands Cody Rhodes, blocking her way to the door. He has a sinister smile on his face – Maria, a look of sheer terror on hers.
Cody Rhodes chuckles, and takes a step closer. He isn’t coming off as intimidating, as we had seen him the week before when he attacked Lillian Garcia and put Flair out of the business, but instead as an alluring Casanova. He places the back of his hand on Maria’s face, and seems to admire her beautiful complexion and running her hair out of her face.
His voice was thick with an attempt at sounding suave, and he was damn good at that. But in the context of the situation, with him standing before a horrified Maria after just having assaulted the ring announcer a week prior, and being locked in this room alone with him, came off as utterly horrifying. Many feared for Maria’s safety at the moment, but there was no way she could be helped. Rhodes spoke again, taking her silence for what it was.
She shifts her weight between her feet and looks to the door. There’s no escape, and absolutely no reason to piss Rhodes off. She must have shown some sort of adherence, as Rhodes smiled at her and pulled a microphone from behind his back to hand to her. The interview would begin now, it would seem.
Cody Rhodes: “NO! When did it become proper not to introduce your interviewee Maria? Do you think I deserve to go unannounced Maria?”
He’s mumbles under his breath what sounds like a dastardly insult at Maria, and waits until she continues. She puts a false smile on her face, one that is easily noted as being phony, and looks into the camera.
Suddenly, his hand flew across her mouth, stopping her flow of words. He is squeezing her cheeks together and tears spring to her eyes. He pulls her close in to his face, eyes staring into hers, as he pulls her hand with the microphone to his own face. His eyes are intense with something that looks an awful lot like complete hatred.
He doesn’t let off on exactly what this threat entails, but when he lets go of her cheeks, she straightens up right away, and pulls the microphone back to her mouth. She’s fighting back tears, as she attempts to deliver the first bit of her introduction for the third time.
Maria’s head drooped as she thought, again, about the severity of what Rhodes had done the night before. In a single night, he had changed the makeup of the entire business.
Cody Rhodes’ brow furrowed as he looked into the microphone that Maria was holding in front of his face.
Rhodes paused simply to breathe. He took a few deep breaths, and when Maria went to pull the microphone back, he grabbed her wrist hard, causing her to drop the microphone. Useless bitch. He put her hand up to her face and shoved her backwards into the wall! She slid down the wall, seemingly knocked unconscious by the force she had been pushed with. Just as the camera man went towards her, Rhodes stepped in front of her body.
CM Punk, in this business, you live climb through your actions. Every single person I came up against, I’ve put out of this business. Alex Riley and Ric Flair, for example. Come to think of it, Heath Slater. I defeated that ugly red head, and he’s went and quit the business. I slaughtered William Regal, and look where he is now. He’s in the purgatory of the wrestling business. Wade Barrett, the only man to ever beat me, realized that he wasn’t cut out for this business, even after defeating me. And, Punk, that’s what’s going to happen to you. You win or lose, and you’re still going to realize that your time, and the time of everyone like you, is over. The evolution of the wrestling business has led directly to me, and your time is over. The time of men climbing to the top with rungs made from their words is over. I climb to the top over the bodies of the men I destroy. And you’re simply the next step, Punk.”
Cody Rhodes dropped the microphone, and stepped over Maria’s body to pull the chair from under the door. He left, without taking so much of a glance back.
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Apr 22, 13 at 5:52pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
We go backstage where Matt Striker is waiting to interview Sir William Regal ahead of his Tag Team match where he will team with “Dashing” Cody Rhodes to take on The Brothers of Destruction.
As Regal insults “The Dashing One", Cody Rhodes himself saunters into view of the camera. He has a smug smile on his flawless face, as he seems to try intimidating Regal with his eyes. The British Blue Blood will have none of it, as the veteran keeps his footing and doesn’t bat an eyelash.
After the return fire of Rhodes, Striker spins to Regal with the microphone, performing his journalistic duty of getting both sides.
Regal lets out a smile and a hearty chuckle, shakes his head before regaining his composure.
Cody Rhodes turns away and leaves Striker and Regal. Can these two coexist when they face the Brothers of Destruction?
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Apr 24, 13 at 1:04pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
The video package opens our show tonight, and it's... sadly full of old superstars that don't even compete anymore. Will TCW ever get a new opener? *wink wink*
Taz: We have a couple of awesome matches coming to you tonight! But our first match is already ready to kick off! So let's get it on!
Four Corners Match
Kyle O'Reilly vs. Dolph Ziggler vs. Daniel Bryan vs. Randy Orton
O’Reilly and Bryan start this Four Corners contest. The match will adhere to the rules of a fatal four-way, where the first man to make a pinfall wins. However, the opponents must adhere to the rules of a tag match and wait to be tagged in! The bell rings, and both superstars charge each other. Nobody really knows what to expect from O’Reilly, so when he grips Bryan behind the head and drives a knee into his skull, the entire arena lets out a gasp. O’Reilly makes a quick cover, and nearly escapes with the pin before Ziggler impedes and breaks it up. Orton is in soon after, hitting Ziggler with rights and lefts before the referee breaks it up. While the ref is distracted, O’Reilly is simply toying with Bryan’s carcass. Once the ref turns, he grabs for his ankle! Bryan hasn’t moved since being hit in the head, and instead of allowing O’Reilly to finish him, he instead breaks the hold and calls for medical attention! The doctors quickly clear Bryan from the ring, the show must go on! Orton is in the ring across from O’Reilly now, and the ref signals the match can continue. The third generation Orton makes short work of O’Reilly’s standing by taking him down with a backdrop! Orton then crosses the ring to give Ziggler a tag, and the Showoff begins dropping hard elbows onto the chest of O’Reilly! He lets off a final, high-altitude elbow as Layla cheers on! Ziggler does a headstand! What is he doing? Well, showing off, of course! But O’Reilly delivers a sharp kick from the ground to the upside-down face of Ziggler, and the Showoff crumples to the mat! O’Reilly grabs for his ankle and begins twisting away! Just as Ziggler looks to tap, Orton enters the ring, and O’Reilly flies to meet him! The two trade blows, before O’Reilly gains the upperhand and tosses Orton from the ring! He then turns into a Zig Zag…no! He holds his footing and Ziggler crashes! O’Reilly then locks in his patented Ankle Lock, and this time, Ziggler is forced to tap!
Booker T: Kyle O'Mackey, dawg! This guy's in my Fave Fi..
Cole: Wait, O'Mackey? Book! It's O'Reilly!
Booker T: Wha... Oh, dawg, my bad. O'Reilly, don't kick me like one of your foam dolls! Hahaha!
Taz: Book, you sure you wanna mess with that guy? He might've just killed Bryan! An excellent debut!
Tag Team Match
The Brothers Of Destruction vs. Cody Rhodes and William Regal
The Brothers of Destruction. Reunited. They quickly decide that Kane will be the first of them in the ring. On the other side of the ring, which they wish were the other side of the world, Cody Rhodes and William Regal stand, trying to hide their fear. The bell rings, and rather than discussing who will be in the ring first through agreement, Rhodes pulls Regal inwards past himself and leaves onto the apron. Regal will start this match off against Kane. The two circle each other in the ring, Regal essentially avoiding Kane, while Kane is slowly trying to approach him. Just when Kane makes his way towards Regal, he quickly tags out to Rhodes, winning Regal an evil look from his tag team partner. Rhodes makes a quick offensive, delivering hard punches to the mask of Kane, and hard roundhouses to the body. Kane actually falls down to a knee, and Rhodes comes in closer and gets caught by the throat! Kane gets to his feet, but Rhodes beats down onto Kane’s arm, forcing him to release the hold! Rhodes retreats and dives backwards to tag in Regal, and catches him off guard before rolling onto the arena floor. Regal must fight now. He throws a punch at Kane, but it’s caught! Regal kicks a hard toe into Kane’s gut, and gets his hand free, and he rebounds and attempts a Clothesline… but Kane catches Regal and tosses him up over his shoulder! William Regal flies over eight feet in the air before crashing to the mat! Kane then drops elbow after elbow onto Regal’s chest, before hitting a huge leg drop! He pulls him to his feet, and hits a sidewalk slam! Regal tries calling to the ropes to exit the ring, and is met by the smiling face of Rhodes, which does nothing but piss him off! Regal jumps to his feet and spins to look for Kane… But he’s tagged in The Undertaker! ‘Taker delivers punch after punch to the face and midsection of Regal, who falls back into the corner.. and he’s lifted back onto Taker’s shoulder and dropped for a Snake Eyes in the corner! Then, Taker lifts Regal onto his shoulder in position for a Tombstone! He’s looking to finish it.. no! Rhodes is suddenly in the ring, and pulls Regal down, before delivering a picturesque dropkick to Taker, sending him to the mat! Regal makes a quick kneedrop to Taker’s head! Rhodes and Regal are finally making an effort for teamwork! Rhodes hops out of the ring and Regal takes this opportunity and holds a side-headlock, which the Deadman begins fighting against… Taker is now to his feet, and lifts Regal up for a sidewalk slam and drops him hard to the mat! He’s back to his feet, and he taunts to call for the Chokeslam! Regal, as he gets to his feet, sees Taker’s attack coming and quickly tags in Rhodes! He runs at the Deadman and sends a similar offense that he unleashed on Kane earlier, but the Deadman has adapted. He’s ready now, and blocks Rhodes’ attacks, and sends him hard into Kane’s turnbuckle! The two deliver a devastating double team, which ends in a double legdrop! Kane lifts Rhodes up and throws him into an unoccupied corner before running to clothesline him, and he sends Rhodes to the opposite corner and hits another clothesline! Rhodes stumbles into the center of the ring, and Kane rebounds off the ropes and comes back for a massive Big Boot to the face! Rhodes writhes around on the ground, while Kane calls for the Chokeslam. Just as Rhodes gets to his feet, Kane comes in and Rhodes takes him down with a massive dropkick! Both men are down! Both crawl to their respective corners, but Rhodes is a bit faster, and makes the tag… No! Regal has jumped off the apron, leaving Rhodes in shock! Rhodes climbs to his feet with the help of the ropes, and quickly remembers he’s in a dangerous situation. He jumps onto the ropes, looking for the Beautiful Disaster and hoping Kane is still standing behind him… instead, both Kane and The Undertaker are there! Rhodes tries re-manuevering in mid-air to avoid the duo, but is caught by both! Double Chokeslam! Taker, the legal man, makes the pin as Kane eyes Regal climbing up the ramp. One-Two-Three! The B-O-D pick up the win!
Cole: Well, Rhodes did screw Regal a few times in the past, and I doubt he'd miss an opportunity in the future!
Taz: I guess you're right, Cole. In either case, the Brothers Of Destruction sure have made one hell of an impact!
CM Punk vs. Drew McIntyre
The two stand across the ring from each other, ready to square off. It is very possible that either of these men might prove themselves to become the number one contender for the TV Title. Instead of the bell ringing, the TV Champion Damien Sandow's music comes onto the loudspeakers! He runs in the ring and stares at CM Punk, before attacking him! He clotheslines him out of the ring, and follows him out to deliver a fierce boot to the face! The champion has made a surefire impact! This match hasn't even began! Drew McIntyre looks frustrated, as he didn't even get his chance to prove himself worthy!
Taz: Nah, dude, Drew's a competitor! He didn't want this to go down like that!
Booker T: Regardless, dawg, a win's a win!
Taz: Yeah, a win's a win... to a coward.
Cole: Now, now, guys, it's time for some TV Title action! Behave!
Television Title Match
Jason Anthony Paul vs.
With the other man scheduled for the match not in the building, Sandow and Paul start the match alone. In one corner Percy Watson watches the wrestlers closely, scribbling notes on a pad of paper occasionally. The two men lock up in the middle of the ring with Sandow gaining the upper hand. He flings Jayson Anthony into the ropes and delivers a flurry of chops to the chest. Satisfied with his work, he whips Paul towards the other side of the ring. Expecting to hit his opponent with a clothesline, Sandow is surprised by a dropkick from Jayson Anthony. Sandow gets to his knees, and his opponent strikes him in the head with a kick. He then sits up, but his opponent slides into his back. As a result, Damien Sandow jumps to his feet quickly yet is grabbed from behind by Jayson Anthony and receives a German suplex. Jayson Anthony glances down at Sandow, then at Watson as he writes down something on the paper, and chooses his next maneuver carefully. He decides on a splash as he climbs the side rope and jumps, but Sandow lifts his knees. His opponent clutches his ribs as Sandow rises back to his feet, running his hands through his thick hair. As Jayson Anthony gets back up, Sandow hits him with a spinebuster to rattle the ring. As Sandow hovers over his opponent's body, he waves his arm, calling for the Cubito Aequet. Rather than smile menacingly or enjoy this moment, Damien Sandow focuses intently on ending the match as he hits the Elbow of Disdain! Sandow covers. 1...2.kick! The Television Champion appears very frustrated, but still determined. He grabs onto his opponent's head and delivers some hard strikes to the temple. Jayson Anthony, knowing he has to stop the onslaught, whips Sandow hard into the turnbuckle, stopping the fists but sending himself on the canvas. Sandow has the wind knocked out of him, so he takes a few seconds to catch his breath and plan his next attack. Seeing his opponent on the ground, Damien hops onto the top rope in one leap, ready to strike. Jayson Anthony glances up at his opponent and, knowing what is to come, lunges at him. He delivers strikes to the kidneys and climbs to the top rope himself to hit his opponent in the head. Soon Sandow starts to lose his balance, and Jayson Anthony finds an end to the match. He grabs onto his opponent's head and pulls it towards him. Paul wastes no time in hitting the Black Panther! Percy Watson just stares in disbelief as Jayson Anthony Paul covers. 1...2...3! Paul wins! Jayson Anthony Paul wins! Once handed the TV Title, Jayson Anthony gives a shrug before holding the belt above his head as the crowd cheers him on.
Cole:Don't know what it is, Book? Really?
Taz: Woah, now now, Cole. Give this guy credit where it's due! He's just beaten down the TV Champ!
Cole: Oh, I'm not taking any pull away from this guy! Good for him!
Booker T: Fave Five!
Brock Lesnar vs. Santino Marella
Brock Lesnar’s music plays and out comes the monster from behind the curtain. Brock makes his way down the ramp and stops just before it and begins bouncing around side to side… WHAM!.. Santino has come from nowhere and hit Brock with a steel crutch across the back. Brock bends over from the blow and Santino hits him again across the back. Brock quickly turns around and catches the next blow that was aimed for his head and rips it from Santino’s hands. Santino takes a couple steps back as Brock breaks the crutch over his legs and growls at Santino begging him to bring it on. Santino however turns around and begins to run away and Brock begins pursuit up the ramp. At the top of the stage Brock manages to grab Santino by the back of his neck and drives a huge left to the ribs of Santino that drops him to his knees. Brock begins to laugh and moves around to face the fallen King and grabs him by his dome and forcing him to look up at him, but Santino delivers a big left of his own, but to the grapefruits. The low blow sends Brock reeling backwards and gives Santino the opportunity to escape through the curtain. Brock is down for a just a few seconds before he gives chase through the curtain. Cameras take a few moments to catch up, but when they do Brock is in the back searching for Santino down a corridor. Brock checks under a table and doesn’t find Santino and continues down the corridor. Brock comes to a door and busts it down, but Santino isn’t there. Brock gets to another door and kicks the door open, but as soon as the door opens a cloud of white spray flies from somewhere in the room and gets Brock in the face. Brock takes a few steps back and begins rubbing his eyes and Santino comes out holding a fire extinguisher. Santino takes the fire extinguisher and shoves it into the stomach of Brock. Brock screams, but not from pain only anger. Santino drops the fire extinguisher and takes off again. Brock gives chase again down the corridor. A few moments go by before another cameraman can get to them and when they do they are in the parking log. Brock is chasing after Santino who manages to get to his vehicle and open the door, but before he can get in Brock grabs a hold of him and slams him up against the side of the car. Brock snarls at him and forces his right arm into the throat of the King. Santino is gasping for air and Brock keeps forcing his arm into his throat. Santino reaches up and pokes Brock in the eyes and Brock backs away. Santino quickly gets into his car and starts it. Brock gets back to the car and grabs the door and tries to open it up, but Santino is holding onto is as well. Santino realizes that he can’t match the strength of Brock and let go. Brock begins ripping at the door in a fit of rage and literally rips the door right off the car. Santino just stares at the pure strength that he just witnessed. Santino doesn’t want anything to do with Brock tonight and steps on the gas and speeds on out of the parking lot. Brock just stands there and holds onto the door and just stares at the tail lights of Santino’s car driving away in the distance.
Cole: Our king barely got out of there in time!
Taz: Yeah, but when he comes back, Brock will be waiting! I'm sure of it!
Non-Title Singles Match
Dean Ambrose vs. Alberto Del Rio
Del Rio starts the match by strutting around the ring, around Ambrose, in order to get a reaction from the crowd. Universally they boo him, but this act defies The Champ's intimidation and Dean Ambrose is not happy about that. Del Rio finally turns back to Ambrose and is hit in the skull with a high kick. Ambrose lays in with stomps to the head and back of the neck, clearly working to knock his opponent unconscious. He takes a few steps backwards as Del Rio rises to one knee. As Ambrose flies at him for a high knee, Del Rio ducks. Ambrose falls into the ropes and gets tangled up. While the ref inspects Alberto, whom is still on the ground, Ricardo Rodriquez runs over to Ambrose and slams his ankle into the corner turnbuckle. At first Ambrose does not even notice, but after the third time he smiles sinisterly at Ricardo, as if begging him to continue. This scares Del Rio's ring announcer off, allowing Ambrose to free himself. When he turns around he is met with a lariat. Del Rio stands over The Champ, grabs ahold of his right arm, and repeatedly stomps on the shoulder joint and bicep muscle. Ambrose punches his opponent right above the pelvis to stop the beating and regains his footing. Looking to cause more head trauma, he grabs Del Rio and slams his head into a turnbuckle. With Del Rio kneeling before the corner, Ambrose again slams his head into the steel post, opening up yet another opponent. The ref soon comes in and makes Ambrose take a few steps back as he checks on Del Rio's wound. As the ref is still inspecting the cut, Ambrose comes in with a dropkick to Del Rio's head. Alberto slumps forward and Ambrose covers. 1...2...wait! Ricardo grabbed Del Rio's foot and placed it on the ropes, breaking the pin. Ambrose glances at Rodriquez, whose retreating movements give himself away. Ambrose runs after him and launches himself over the top rope, taking out Rodriquez. Del Rio's ring announcer tries to run away through the crowd, but Ambrose grabs ahold of his pants. Just as he pulls him back, Del Rio strikes Ambrose in that same arm, then tosses him under the rope. Del Rio reenters the ring, and Ambrose throws a wild punch that...connects. Right in the head. Del Rio falls forward and lands on his knees. Ambrose just smiles as he takes a few steps back. Once Alberto sits up on his legs as he kneels, Ambrose comes in with the Shining Wizard! He covers. 1...2...3! Dean Ambrose remains dominant with a win against Alberto Del Rio.
Taz: Del Rio looked like he could've had it! What a close match!
Booker T: Dawg, no kidding! Win or lose, that was an impressive showing against our champion!
Taz: I'm not positive why that wasn't Main Event, as it was certainly the show stealer!
Cole: Well, we'll get to see how it measures up with a real main event! I can't wait!
Money In The Bank Qualifier
Alex Shelley vs. Antonio Cesaro
Both men are in the ring, and when the bell tolls, Cesaro runs towards his opponent! He’s looking for a major offensive to start the match, but Shelley simply rolls out of the way, and springboards off the ropes onto Cesaro! In one swift motion, Shelley has Cesaro’s shoulders to the mat! How did he?! Nobody has a second to think, and the referee drops to the mat and counts the pin! One-Two-Three! Did, did Shelley just qualify for the Money in the Bank in a matter of seconds? It would appear so, as the nameplate pops up on the screen under Shelley posing for victory and reads “Alex Shelley: Money in the Bank Qualified!”
Booker: No doubt , dawg! Not that the poor showing by Cesaro proves Shelley's worth. But I sure hope his opponent can find a way into the match as well! This really isn’t the best way to move onward with your career, Cesaro!
Michael Cole now stands up on his chair. The man obviously received good word from his superior in his ear.
The crowd absolutely erupt as Arn Anderson, Tully Blanchard, Barry Windham, and J.J. Dillon walk out onto the stage. The all-too familiar music of the Four Horsemen comes onto the P.A.! For the first time in TCW, the iconic stable that set the standards for nearly all stables today marches out onto the stage! At different points in the stable’s life, through its many incarnations, it included these great wrestlers entering the ring now, as well as a handful of the other greats of the business! Arn Anderson graciously accepts a microphone from one of the stage hands.
The crowd gives a generous pop to the mention of the ex-General Manager.
The crowd members who weren’t sure as to the identity of these ancient figures have been sitting in their seats until they hear this name, and now they leap to their feet! As “Time to Play the Game” is repeated twice over the loudspeaker, a guitar rift follows and Triple H himself walks out onto the stage! The fans in the arena are thrilled to see that Triple H's entrance is just as tense and exciting as it has ever been. The Cerebral Assassin walks down to the ring and performs his usual routine with a bottle of water. The camera shows Triple H's facial expression, making it evident that he is here with purpose. Not to compete, not to beat someone up, but to pay tribute to a legend. Triple H steps into the ring and Anderson hands him the microphone.
The entrance music of the Nature Boy plays, and Ric Flair walks onto the stage! He’s hobbling on his cane, and it looks as if crutches might be what’s necessary, but for his retirement party, he’ll spare no expense. Anderson, Blanchard, Windham and Dillon applaud as Triple H holds the ropes open, allowing Flair to hobble his way into the ring. Flair looks around at the gathering that has taken place in the ring. His old partners have come together to say goodbye to him. The fans are on their feet, shouting "thank you Flair" as loudly as they can. Triple H hands the microphone to Flair, who accepts and begins to speak.
The fans are outraged by the horribly timed entrance of Cody Rhodes. Rhodes wastes no time walking down to the ring, grabbing the microphone out of Flair's hand and speaking to the Nature Boy in a concise, harsh way.
Before anyone can react, someone enters the ring from the side behind Flair's back. It's Randy Orton! Orton attacks Ric Flair from behind before anyone can realise what is going on. The only person who saw this coming was Rhodes. Rhodes helps Orton beat down on Flair. The assault continues until the Four Horsemen attack Rhodes and Orton, fighting valiantly for their friend. However, being younger and fresher, Rhodes and Orton are able to fight back. Orton throws J.J. Dillon into the turnbuckle as Rhodes tosses Arn Anderson out of the ring. Triple H exits the ring and starts looking for something underneath the ring. Meanwhile, Rhodes trades punches with Tully Blanchard and Orton trades punches with Barry Windham.
Outside the ring, Anderson is getting to his feet. He is about to enter the ring again when he is suddenly hit by a spear! It's Batista! He ran to ringside while everyone was distracted by the fight inside the ring. Orton and Rhodes clear the ring of Blanchard and Windham. Flair gets up and hits Orton with a few signature chops, but Rhodes soon attacks him from behind and throws him down to the mat. He holds Flair in place while Orton signals for the punt! Flair can't dodge it because Rhodes is holding him in place. With perfect timing, Triple H returns to the ring with his signature sledgehammer! Orton and Rhodes back off to the other side of the ring. Flair looks at Triple H and nods to him in thanks. When he looks back at Orton and Rhodes, they are both smirking. Before Flair can work out what this means, Triple H hits him in the side of the head with the sledgehammer! Triple H was on their side all along!
Batista enters the ring as Orton signals for the punt yet again. Flair struggles onto his hands and knees... Orton punts him in the head! Cody Rhodes, Randy Orton, Triple H and Batista have ruined Ric Flair's moment and left the Four Horsemen unable to stand. The four men raise their arms together, standing tall.
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May 07, 13 at 12:29am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Cody Rhodes - Evolution
The limousine pulls up at a quarter past seven, just as the crowd gathers along the entrance of the arena. Some members of the crowd had forfeited their spots in line to merely catch a glimpse of their favorite superstars… “Favorite” must have been a joke though. There were nothing but hated wrestlers in TCW. The only ones they had to cheer on were the suave misogynists like Alex Shelley and the incompetent Yes men like Daniel Bryan. There were few things in TCW these days. Hate. Chaos. And Evolution. Heroes were no more.
The throng of people gathered let out a collective jeer as the limousine door is opened by the chauffer and out steps the boot of Triple H, the esteemed veteran of Evolution, dressed in his finest suit. There are boos, but they are rivaled with true fans of the sport who are able to look past that heroism isn’t the only way to win favors around here. Randy Orton and Batista step out of the limousine one after the other, each also dressed in suits that are perfectly tailored to their bodies. Batista pulls his glasses off his face as he stares into the heart and soul of each member of the gang of fans. He and Orton stalk towards the door. Finally, the last man steps out of the limousine, and he’s nearly pelted by a large soda that whizzes by his Dashing figure. He casts his gaze into the crowd, looking for the bastard who threw the soda, but to no avail. He then straightens the collar on his fine black Armani suit jacket, before heading towards the arena doors.
“You little shit! How dare you attack the Four Horsemen!
“Ric Flair should’ve whooped your ass!”
These were casual remarks that Rhodes had gotten used to hearing. He continued walking towards the arena door, simply turning his cheek to the comments, when…
Rhodes stopped dead in his tracks. This repugnant worm! How dare he? Cody Rhodes didn’t join Evolution to gain an unfair advantage! He joined them to show the world what Evolution stood for! Triple H had described it perfectly to him earlier (He would use the same explanation later in the night.) Evolution was a process, and their presence was PROOF! He spins hard on his heel, looking in the direction of the voice. He saw a man cower and drop a step backwards, and he knew who had said it. In three massive strides, Rhodes had the man by the collar of his shirt!
The man, not very wisely, interrupted.
The fan’s words were cut off by a quick jolt from Rhodes as his fist flew towards the fan’s face! The crowd let out a collective gasp… Triple H was there! He had caught Rhodes’ fist, and tells him to relax. Rhodes lets the fan go… And HHH shoves the fan backwards onto his ass, before putting his arm around Rhodes and guiding him to the back...
Cody Rhodes was pacing now. He is no longer in the presence of Evolution, but we can tell it is just after the earlier events. Or, perhaps, it’s later and Rhodes is simply STILL riled up about what the fan said. That damn fool! He thinks he can berate me? Do any of these ugly faces even remember the power I hold over them? Do they not remember the destruction I caused? Do they not remember the day, mere weeks ago, when I was second to only Dean Ambrose in being the most dangerous man in Total Championship Wrestling?! Rhodes drives his fist into the wall! He needs to hurt someone. He needs to let this aggression out! When Matt Striker walks around the corner, Rhodes is in his face in a matter of seconds.
Striker’s eyes widen as he stares at Rhodes. He remembers what I can do. Rhodes gives off a Dashing Smile – Simply a flash of what seems to be his second, and totally false, personality. Striker fumbles around for his microphone, and finally brings it to his mouth.
Rhodes: “Striker, don’t you remember a damn thing? My name is Dashing Cody Rhodes! And you will refer to me as such! Try again, you plain-looking nobody. You're a hideous stain on the face of Professional Wrestling, Striker. It's time you either hang up the mic, or say my name correctly!”
Striker: “Dashing Cody Rhodes, sorry... [Striker's face is riddled with grief. Rhodes' words seem to have hit pretty hard.] Tonight, you go up against the World Heavyweight Champion, Dean Ambrose. Would you say that Evolution at ringside will be a deciding factor?”
Rhodes lets out a laugh. How could he have missed that? That that would be Striker’s damn question? Did these fools not understand?
With that, Rhodes slammed Striker’s microphone hard into his chest and stormed off. He had laid down the gameplan, and now he looked to follow it up! Although, might that be quite a bold claim? He would defeat the undefeated champion of TCW?
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May 09, 13 at 11:43pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Dashing Cody Rhodes’ slender frame pushed through the door with the Evolution nameplate, leaving behind the bump and bustle of loud music and sub-par looking, skinny women and his Evolution cohorts behind with click of a door. Amazing how much different the sound was in the split second before that door clicked shut, the music and voices instantly became muffled with that click. It was as if, with the close of the door, everything of his newfound life backstage with Evolution was extinguished, and he was back to what he was before he had received that call from Triple H. Alone.
But did he miss it? Did he miss not having to watch out for anyone but himself? Perhaps. But last week, when Triple H came to his aide when that fan verbally abused him. What would Dashing Cody Rhodes have done without Triple H at that point in time? It was likely he would be in prison for attempted murder. But he had a friend in Triple H. Or was it an acquaintance. Only time would tell.
The matter for which Rhodes was leaving the party was two parts needing fresh air, one part a knock on the door that had come earlier, telling him Paul Heyman wanted to talk to him. The sweaty rat surely wanted some dirty work done, but what could he possibly do? He only had the most dominant stable in all of TCW… but Heyman had specifically asked for Rhodes. Why? Did he see him as the leader? Was he the leader? Rhodes left the party, muttering that he’d go see what this was about, after contemplating not going for a few minutes because he didn’t give a damn what Heyman wanted. But he did need to step out of the room, and that heavily swayed the favor. He would talk to the sweaty rat..
A knock on the door, and Heyman looked up from his laptop, sweaty as ever. When Dashing Cody Rhodes walked into the room, Heyman’s face reflected the surprise of Rhodes’ at him actually responding to the message. After the initial shock, Heyman was on his feet, hand thrusted in the Dashing One’s general direction. Rhodes simply stared at Heyman’s hand, viewing it with a disgusted look on his face.
Heyman dropped his hand, looking nearly unhinged at the disrespect by the well-dressed youngster, but a warm look soon passed over his face.
Dashing Cody Rhodes rolled his eyes, and Heyman tried to ignore that fact. Both men were fully aware of what Heyman was doing, but only Heyman knew the specifics.
Dashing Cody Rhodes smiled and finally took a seat. That was a compliment he could really live with. Heyman sat down in his own seat, straining not to look exalted that he brought Rhodes out of his state of anger with him. He had flattered Rhodes, and now he could ask… *BAM* That thought was interrupted by a pounding on the table from Dashing Cody Rhodes.
With that, Dashing Cody Rhodes stood to his feet, knocking back Heyman’s chair to the floor, before turning and leaving the door open. The camera cuts back to a smiling Heyman, who had heard just what he wanted to. He always got his way.
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May 21, 13 at 1:00pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Fandango & The Funk
This isn’t your ordinary broadcast, no sirree. This is a whole new ball game. TCW Presents: A Dark Alley. On either side, you have one of two old, decomposed brick buildings, painted by the shadows of the night. There’s no timestamp on the video, although it’s pretty obvious to the viewer that it is night-time-as-*bleep*. The time doesn’t seem to matter, as there isn’t left a moment’s time for a thought to pass, before the camera begins moving and turns left into a door of one of the corroded brick buildings. The door creaks open, and we’re met with a rather lively scene.
There are lights set up in various places amongst the once-vacated building, and a multitude of rough looking individuals drinking alcohol that was handed over to them by a man with an eye-patch running a make-shift bar. Some are playing pool, some are passed out in corners, some are drinking away their sorrows at the bar, music is playing off some old, dingy, 70s jukebox. Regardless of what the men are doing, the casual viewer is wondering why we have been brought to this odd slum. Among all of these dirty-looking men, not one of them appears to be a TCW Superstar -rounded beer-bellies attested to that. Besides, perhaps, the brown-skinned man at the bar, he looks pretty healthy. The camera unassuredly makes its way to this muscular looking man, who is downing what appears to be his 4th cup of alcohol. This is it? This is what we’ve been brought into this dank looking club for? A Puerto Rican looking drunk, hunched over a bar? Surely, a drunk, partying Puerto Rican can’t be a real gimmick..
But, suddenly, the jukebox stops playing, and a new song is being played. It goes like this - *Tss tsst – tss tssss tsst – tss tssss tsst – tss tssssss* - and suddenly there is a snapping to match the tempo, and a neat little tune is being played. Then, from out of the shadows, steps a huge, rotund man, with a large, goofy smile on his face, and a humongous boombox resting on his shoulder. The man is dressed in a neat looking bright red suit with white pinstripes, and a matching Fedora that looks right out of some 50s Broadway performance. The get-up certainly clashes with the boombox, but who cares? There’s a 6’ 7’’, 380 pound giant standing in the center of the room with a boombox! But, he doesn’t seem to say anything, or gesture that he will be talking at any point. He just stands there looking funky and shit.
Then, after nearly 30 seconds of this, the eye-patched bartender yells out, “Aye, who are ye’?”
But the funky looking individual simply tilts his Fedora with his free hand, and his smile widens. The song that has been playing out of the boombox is soon accompanied by a trumpet, belting out some rad tunes, and as if that was the cue, a second, smaller figure steps out of the shadows. He’s wearing a bright yellow suit with black lapels, and a flat-topped straw boater hat that matched perfectly with his own suit, but not so much that of the other man. Again, who cares? The smaller man begins snapping in rhythm with that of the music, and stepping in tune with the music. The Puerto Rican man at the bar finally looks up from his now 5th drink that he’s just finished, and looks over to the man in the yellow suit. He then asks, “Yeah, who are you?” The unsavory characters in the makeshift bar are now at attention, staring at the intruders to their unexemplary solace.
The man in yellow seems to dance-step towards the bar, still in perfect tune with the wails of the trumpet, as if the music is in his soul. When he gets to the bar, he quickly whips his hand in and out of his pocket and pulls out a pair of dice! He waves them in the face of the Puerto Rican, and smiles, before pushing his long swoop of hair out of his face with his dice-free hand. “My name is Fandango.” When he says his name, he lets the As breathe, and draws the whole name out, giving it an air of importance. He speaks with a certain suaveness to his voice, almost as if he’s trying to force an light New York accent, but rather failing. “And my associate over there is The Funk. You may know him formerly as a Mister Brodus Clay, but I do implore you to call him The Funk, but never just Funk, as he refuses to be mistaken for one, Terry Funk. In the same way that I refuse to be mistaken for a the movie ticket service.” The tirade of Fandango only seems to be beginning, but he stops and a wave of realization crosses his face. “Oh, you must be Carlito Colon, surely. Forgive me if I’m wrong.” He eyes the 5 empty glasses and then his gaze returns to the glazed eyes of the Puerto Rican. “I didn’t figure I would find you here, Carlito, after that speech you gave in the TCW before our match tonight. Especially not with such a high Blood Alcohol Content, my friend!”
But this is not Carlito. “I ain’t Carlito.” The Puerto Rican’s words stumble from his drunken lips. “I’m Primo. Apparently, I’m not cut out for wrestling anyhow. They won’t give me a contract unless I pass an AA course like my brother!” The drunken Primo spits the words at the end out, but it seems impossible to tell whether it’s from anger at Carlito’s employment or simply his own drunkness. However, at something Primo Colon says, Fandango’s eyes light up. He points to The Funk, who cuts the boombox music.
“Well,” says Fandango, “I see where you’re coming from, my friend. However, I do not believe that this is the way to go about winning the favor of the management, old sport. However, I do have a proposition for you.” Again, Fandango smiles. The Funk approaches, and stands behind Fandango, placing the boombox on the bar. The Puerto Rican’s eyebrow raises, as he seems to, drunkenly so, ask Fandango to continue. “So, I have what you want. A TCW Contract.” The Funk pulls the contract from his pocket, and opens it to show Primo. “And you have what I want.” The Funk points to Primo’s billfold, surely his alcohol budget for the night. There’s only about 150, and from the looks of it, Fandango doesn’t need such chump change. Yet, Primo’s eyes widen at the proposition.
“What I’m suggesting is a wager.” Fandango holds the dice up to Primo’s eyes. "My TCW Contract, and a match against your own brother against every dollar you have on you tonight, and subsequently your means to purchasing more drinks.”
“On what?” Primo asks.
“Why, on Craps, of course.”
“You want to do what for money?! Man, Primo don’t play that.”
“No no, old sport, certainly nothing of the fecal sort. Craps is an age-old gambling game, played with two dice, in which the two players –that’s you and I – throw these here pretty dice,” he waves the dices in Primo’s face yet again, “and we get a point number and must attempt to get that same number again before a seven is rolled. Rolling a seven would mean a loss, just as rolling the point number would mean victory. Sound simple, old sport?” Primo’s face lights up. Such a simple game! All he had to do was defeat Fandango and in mere hours, he could be fighting on TCW!
The camera cuts to what appears to be a few minutes later. The inhabitants of the bar are all bunched up against a wall, crowded around Fandango and Primo. Fandango swiftly hands the dice to Primo, giving him the opportunity to make the initial point amount. He throws the dice, they rebound of the wall, each di bobbing around on the cement floor… and up comes a 5 and a 4! 9 is the point value.
Now, Fandango picks up the dice, and blows them off, before shaking them around in his hand. A smile creases his face as he tosses the dice, and again the future is in the hands of chance! The first di stops on a 6, and whilst the second di rolls, Primo prays for a 1 to sum a 7 and win him the game!
But the second di lands on 2! The sum is 8, and the dice must be cast again. Primo picks up the dice, and rattles them in his hand. When he releases them into the air, they bounce off the wall and fall to the floor, rolling a bit. The first di lands on 4, and Primo begins begging God for a 5, but he gets a 3!
Primo adds in his head.. Once… Twice… The sum is 7. Primo has lost. Fandango motions for The Funk to clear the contract and the money, and begins to step away from the dejected Primo. He stops when he hears a sniffle, and turns back to him. He puts his hand on his shoulder to console him. “Primo, you have no need to be upset. That money would only have brought you farther from your goal. What you need to do, if clean up like your brother did. Then, maybe, just maybe, you can get a spot on the card against..
With that, The Funk turns the boombox back on, and it is now the Salsa-sounding theme song “Cha Cha La La” and Fandango and The Funk slink back into the street, leaving Primo with nothing but sobering thoughts.
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May 21, 13 at 3:11pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
By The Voiceless & Shiny
Todd Grisham stands alone as we meet him outside of someone’s room. While it can probably be assumed just whose locker room we are outside of by certain given information – like who’s posting… (It’s not Fandango.) - those in attendance cannot tell whose door we are outside of. Todd Grisham looks to use his investigative prowess with a *knock knock!*
The door swings open and out comes Dashing Cody Rhodes, who has a stern look on his face… waiting for something, apparently…
Dashing Cody Rhodes: A.. disadvantage? Now that the… Todd, are you listening to yourself? Triple H has been my mentor for a few weeks now, and I’ve already picked up a great deal of experience. Not to mention, Triple H is the cerebral assassin. Together, with my dashing good looks, perfect physical fitness and cunning ring presence, as well as the tenacity and aggressiveness of the game, we can, without a doubt, topple the zoo that is our opposition.
Again, the door swings open and out steps the man himself, Triple H!
Dashing Cody Rhodes: That sounds... dashing!
Grisham looks back and forth between Triple H and Dashing Cody Rhodes. He takes the opportunity to ask another question.
The game shakes his head in disapproval. Grisham doesn't seem to understand their logic at all. It annoys Triple H that he and Cody have to explain themselves when the purpose of their actions should be speaking for themselves. He sighs and gives an explanation.
Dashing Cody Rhodes: I couldn't agree more, Hunter. Now, has your question been answered Todd? Your stupid, moronic question, mind. Triple H and I are here to showcase our greatness. And we can do such without the reptile and the animal. Considering you finally got over your pathetic inability to say my name, I guess you've escaped a beating. Come on, Hunter, we don't have any more time to talk to this.. ugly little cretin.
Triple H and Rhodes walk off as the screen fades. They seem certain that Evolution will be able to flourish without Orton and Batista. Only time will tell.
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May 21, 13 at 8:09pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
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War Zone opens up without any of its usual fanfare. In place of the usual pomp and circumstance, is the Superbeast standing shirtless in the middle of the ring in full UFC garb. He has a microphone in his left hand, and a Steel Chair in his right. As "Superbeast" by Rob Zombie continues to boom throughout the arena, the Animal brings it to a halt.
Lesnar:CUT THE MUSIC!
His theme abruptly ends, which allows the chorus of boos he is recieving to become audible. Brock has done a tremendous job of terrorizing the company lately. These boos are justified.
Lesnar:If I were you people, I would SHUT THE *BEEP* UP and listen to every damn word I have to say! Cause depending on how this goes, this could involve every last single one of you pukes!
The commentary team has had no time to analyze or gather their thoughts. Its clear this was not a planned part of the show.
Lesnar: HEYMAN! I know your fat ass is back there! I'm going to make this perfectly...crystal...clear. I want Edge! I want a match, with Edge! I don't care if he isn't employed, you do whatever THE *BEEP* you have to do to make it happen, RIGHT *BEEPING* NOW! Cause if you don't...
The camera zooms in on Brock as he holds the steel chair up.
Lesnar:I'm going to start introducing everyone in the audience to Mr. Chair here! And I'm gonna start, with the circus freaks right behind the announce team. Yes I'm ta-Michael Cole if I were you I would get that stupid look off your face before I come down and wipe it off for you!
The camera zooms in on a noticably somber Michael Cole, none of the commentators have made a peep.
Lesnar: That's what I thought...NOW I'M DONE DICKING AROUND! [slams chair into mat] Either Edge is in TCW in 5 seconds, or I'm sending people to the hospital. Remember Paul, you got me this contract, I can't be held accountable for my actions. Their blood is on your hands!...you have 5 seconds starting-
???: WHO IN THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARRRRE?
There is a tremendous pop from the crowd as the Chairman of the Board himself, Mr. McMahon appears on the titantron from the back. He's none too pleased with Brock.
Vince: So this is the big Bad Brock Lesnar, huh? You walk around here like you're some big shot, with your invincibility clause threatening fans to get what you want? You're no tough guy, Brock. Quite frankly what you are, is a COWARD!
In addition to causing a huge pop, Lesnar's face grows visibly red and his teeth begin to grit from rage.
Lesnar: Is that so? Well why don't you come down here and say that to my face you old piece of *beep!*
Vince: Oh trust me, Brock. I would love nothing more than to come down there and tell you exactly what I think of you. DAMMIT! I'm Vincent Kennedy McMahon, and while you might kick my ass, I'm going to remind you of two things, Brock! First of all, you arrogant son of a bitch, you need to be careful of what you wish for. Second of all, there's a reason everyone around here says "Don't cross, the boss." Oh yeah.
Lesnar stares coldly at Vince as he looks down on him. He's hanging off his every word, as is this crowd.
Vince: You see, Brock, earlier today I had a meeting with the board of directors, your name came up quite frequently with regards to your actions as of late. We all came to the conclusion that you really are the Superbeast, as you claim you are. There's nothing I can do to stop you from hurting innocent people. Hell, some of the people you've taken out needed the beating! But we can't have you holding this company hostage week in and week out, Brock. You see, I might not be able to suspend or fire you, but no one, AND DAMMIT I MEAN NO ONE is above this business. And lately, it seems someone has done a pretty good job of putting you in your place... I think you know who I'm talking about. Effective immediately, Edge is now a full time TCW Superstar!
This elicits a huge reaction from the crowd, as well as an evil smile from Lesnar.
Lesnar:Well isn't that something! Vince, I knew there had to be at least one capable-
Vince: I'm not finished dammit! You remember what I said about not Crossing the Boss, and being careful what you wish for? Well, I don't know about you, but if I were in your position, I would be watching my back...
Lesnar:What do you m-
An enormous pop from this crowd erupts as Edge comes from no where and plants Brock from behind with a back face drop. Edge is on Lesnar in a flash and begins pummeling him with hard lefts and rights to the face. Using his tremendous strength, Brock throws Edge off of him and quickly tries to get to his feet, the Animal dazed from the blindside. He gets up, and almost walks right into a SPEAR! but he dodges it and gets the hell out of the ring. Edge gets on the rope and taunts at Lesnar, his cowardice showing as he makes a hasty retreat to the back.
War Zone opens as Edge Taunts for the fans as the intro video begins to play...
Taz: That's right Cole, and we are just off the presses of No Mercy, where luckily, that joke Santino Marella failed to win the World Title.
Booker T: Now, now, Santino gave it one hell of a fight and very well could've been our World Champion.
Taz: Could've, should've, would've, but he ain't! Taz laughs
Cole: That's enough Taz. Though he is correct, Dean Ambrose is still undefeated and he still is TCW World Heavyweight Champion. But that could change, as tonight, he runs the Gauntlet against Kyle O'Reilly, Drew McIntyre, and Ken Kennedy.
Booker T Man, I am looking forward to that! But first, let's see the TCW debut of one John Cena.
John Cena vs Christian Cage
There's not much of a history between these two. Cena and Cage have, for the best parts of their careers, avoided one another's paths. Until now, of course. Cage springs from the corner at the sound of the bell and rather dim wittingly tries to defeat Cena in a struggle of power in the centre of the ring. A contest he, inevitably loses as Cena throws him against the ropes; Christian rebounds, ducks under a swinging right hook from Cena and hits John in the back of the leg with a drop kick! Cena falls to one knee and Christian uses the rope again, accelerating into a bull dog! Cover; one, two – but John Cena will not go down so easily! Christian thinks better about asking the referee about the count and goes straight back to work on Cena, kicking him into the corner and stoming him against the turnbuckle. It was going well until Cena get a grip of his leg and, in another show of superior strength, powers his way back to his feet, still holding Cage's leg, and throws him to the canvas. Cage bounces straight back up, only to get a jumping shoulder block as he does! This continues for a few turns until Cena spins Christian into a spinning-sit out powerbomb! “You can't see me,” he tell Christian as he catapults off the ropes and nails him with it!
Christian rolls over to his knees, holding his face as Cena pulls him back to his feet and hoists him onto his shoulders! Time for an Attitude Adjustment – but Christian slips off and pulls Cena into a roll up! Referee is on it like a car bonnet; one, two, three! Christian Cage has won it! He slips from the rings and enjoys his victory on the ramp before Cena has time to work out what just happened! What an upset!
Booker T: I tell you, I think Christian may be onto something here.
Cole: The guy's insane Booker!
Booker T: Maybe so, but he's fast approaching my fav five. Much like a man in our next match, Wade Barrett.
Wade Barrett vs Alberto Del Rio
It's been a long time in the making; finally Alberot Del Rio and Wade Barrett are standing in the ring with only a referee to keep them apart. The bell rings and it's on! Both men disregard entertainment value and get straight into an exchange of blows; an are where Wade comes out on top! After a few expert shots to the mid section all but cripple the Pride of Mexico he breaks off, doubled over and looking vulnerable. Sensing a chance to end this here and now, Wade closes in – only to realise to late it was a feign. Alberto lashes out with a stiff kick to the outside of his left leg, sending him to his knee, and then follows up with a big boot to the face. And another. And another. Until he gets up one more time and walks straight into a tilt-a-whirl back breaker! Wade rolls onto his front, nursing the small of his back, as the referee does a quick check if he can continue. Giving Alberto the perfect chance to baseball kick out of the ring and out to ringside! The referee doesn't like that one bit, and ticks off Alberto for excessive force; oblivious to the fact that Ricardo Rodriquez has just given Wade a running kick to the ribs! The crowd shouts foul, but the referee is too preoccupied as Ricardo feeds Wade back into the ring. Alberto collects him and drags him to centre ring, giving him a slap tot he head for good measure as he coaxes him back to his feet. There, Alberto gives him an insulting slap across the face – and wade replies with a tooth right hook! He follows up with a series of surgical punches in key sections of Alberto's body, slowly cutting him down to size as Ricardo looks on helplessly from ringside. He pounds Alberto into a corner, gives him a hard shove into the turn buckle and hoists him up for the Wasteland on the rebound! This could have been all over, had Del Rio not slipped free and nailed him with a backstabber on the way down! Both men lay on the canvas, motionless, as the referee slowly counts towards 10. He reaches 6 and Alberto is on his feet, 8 and Wade joins him. The Brit looks up just in time to see and incoming Alberto with his knee raised.
He dives under him, catapults off the ropes and nails him with the Bull Hammer! Alberto is out of it but Wade, exhausted, collapses with his back against the ropes before he can go for the pin. A chance he would never get, as Ricardo steps up and nooses Alberto's prized scarf around his neck and starts to choke him out! The referee calls for the bell, giving Wade the win by disqualification! It takes a few painful moments for Wade to struggle free of the scarf, but when he does he turns on Ricardo and swears revenge on him – unaware that Alberto has found his way back to his feet behind him! Wade turns; Alberto kicks him in the gut and throws on the Cross Armbreaker! The ring attendant rings the bell to remind him that the match has already been lost but it matters nothing to Alberto, who keeps the hold on until he's satisfied that significant damage has been done. Pleased with his work, he takes his leave. No music, no fanfare, just a very annoyed crowd and a possibly injured Wade Barrett left in his wake.
Cole: What the hell do you mean Taz?! That was completely uncalled for Del Rio!
Taz: Maybe so, but he's teaching Wade not to mess with him, and I agree with how you teaching someone a lesson. Just like I'm sure Batista and Orton are going to for Cody Rhodes and Triple H having screwed them this past Sunday.
Batista/Orton vs Triple H/Cody Rhodes
“Evolution” plays over the loudspeakers, and HHH and Rhodes step out of the curtain. It certainly is odd seeing half of Evolution, and knowing that they are the only half remaining of the super group. Dashing Cody Rhodes hops onto the turnbuckle and egotistically smooths his hands down his face, cockily, and HHH performs his own signature taunt..
“I HEAR VOICES IN MY HEAD!”
Both Dashing Cody Rhodes and Triple H gaze up the ramp to Randy Orton, who steps onto the ramp and stops to wait for his partner… No, Randy Orton is holding a microphone. What will the Viper have to say?
Randy Orton: Rhodes! Hunter! At No Mercy, I was left wondering why you would cost me my rightful shot at holding gold! But then I remembered something. Evolution isn’t a gold-hungry team, we’re a process. We stand for Evolution! And, despite looking like the prime example of Evolution, something has been holding us back, and I now see that that was Batista! You see, you didn’t lay a finger on me, and I took that as only shunning the one who has stunted our growth! Batista! I’m not the weak link in the chain, and I know that you see that I..
And Orton’s taken down! A massive clothesline to the back of the head from the Animal Batista! What is going on?! Batista scoops Orton back up from the steel ramp, and lifts him up for a massive Batista Bomb! Orton’s head cracks against the ramp! Now Dashing Cody Rhodes is up the ramp in an effort to save Randy Orton – apparently showing that they intended to retain Orton all along - but he’s caught by Batista with a massive Spinebuster! His spine has been cemented into the ramp, and Batista’s eyes fly to the eldest of Evolution, Triple H, who was just about to step out of the ring to help his protégé, but he freezes between the ropes as Batista begins making his way to the ring to confront Triple H. As he slides into the ring, Batista catches HHH off guard with a spear! Orton still hasn’t moved, and Rhodes is having trouble getting to his feet, as Batista pummels HHH with punches! And he pulls him to his feet and puts him into position for a Batista Bomb! Thumbs up! Thumbs down! But wait…
Suddenly, there’s a blur and Batista is on the mat following a fierce blow form a quickly moving attacker! Batista struggles to his feet, as the imposing figure of none other than Antonio Cesaro stands across the ring! Batista turns and he’s met with a running European Uppercut from Cesaro! Triple H is now to his feet, and he… tells Cesaro to pick him up off the mat, to which he obliges! Were these two in cahoots the whole time? Cesaro puts Batista in position for the Pedigree, and HHH slams Batista’s face into the mat! Dashing Cody Rhodes is at ringside, and is ripping up the padding on the arena floor! Cesaro lifts Batista back to his feet and whips him out of the ring, manhandling the humongous Batista from the ring and onto the arena floor, where Rhodes lies in wait. He lifts The Animal to his feet, before twisting him to the mat with a devastating Cross Rhodes to the exposed concrete!
The Animal isn’t moving! Rhodes slides into the ring with Cesaro and Triple H, and the three hold their hands together and up above their heads, as “Evolution” plays until the broadcast fades to commercial.
Carlito vs Fandango w/The Funk
The formerly Caribbean Cool Carlito and the new on the scene Fandango, escorted by The Funk himself, take positions and wait for the bell in front of a rather subdued crowd. Nobody is really sure about either of these two performers, or who to side with as the bell rings and Fandango dances across the ring – into the path of a leaping clothesline from Carlito who is having none of it! The Funk slaps the canvas to encourage his partner but Carlito its focused, dragging Fandango to his feet before whipping him into the turnbuckle – them hitting him with a springboard bulldog as he staggers back out! Carlito covers; one, two – but it's not ever that easy! Fandango survives, if only just, and Funk tries to rally public favour at ringside. Carlito lures Fandango back to his feet before giving him a stiff right hand slap to the face. All it did however was shake off the cobwebs, because Fandango replies with a thunder clap of a round house kick! Carlito falls to his knees, holding his head, and Fandango moves in behind him for a Russian Leg Sweep! Neither man gets up immediately, and it's a slow race to their feet as the referee starts counting. He makes it to 7 and Fandango is first to his feet, only to get sent back down by a kick to the gut and a swimming neck breaker! Carlito is back on his feet, taking a moment to taunt Fandango in a manner more familiar to his older self when all of a sudden he's struck by a missile from ringside; an apple! Funk just pelted Carlito with an apple. More stunned than anything, Carlito turns around and looks at the Funk; presenting Fandango with the opportunity to hit a Swinging Reverse STO – but Carlito blocks it and reverses it into the Backstabber! Carlito covers; one, two, three! Funk's tactic proves fruitless (See what I did there?) and Carlito takes the win!
Cole:Let me guess, Fave Five? Go on! SAY IT BOOK!
Booker T Y'know, I just can't be too certain. You don't want to make too hasty of a decision when you talk about something like the Fave Five! Hahaha!
Kane w/The Undertaker vs Dolph Ziggler w/John Morrison
Ziggler is slow to get into the ring following the pyrotechnics from Kane’s entrance as the referee rings the bell. He ducks the initial lunge by Kane and begins kicking away at the knee of the Big Red Monster. He tries to chip away at his much larger foe before running off the ropes but receives an uppercut to the throat on the rebound! Ziggler bounces to the ground clutching his throat as he scrambles for the ropes, his offense stopped. Kane doesn’t let him get away as instead, he starts pulling Ziggler by the leg. Dolph clings to the rope for dear life before the referee is forced to get Kane off of him. Kane lets go and heads in to pull Ziggler off the ropes another way, but Dolph takes advantage and trips Kane into the ropes! This time it’s Kane who is struck in the throat as Dolph checks Kane….Fame-Asser! Kane is driven face first into the mat and Dolph rolls over the 300 pound frame; one, tw-kickout! Dolph pounds the mat in frustration before sliding away, stalking Kane as he pulls himself up in the corner. Kane is up and Dolph charges for the splash, but Kane steps out of the way! Dolph crashes into the turnbuckle and turns around…side slam by Kane! Kane hooks the leg; one, two, kickout by Ziggler! Kane doesn’t get frustrated and instead ascends the top rope. It isn’t often the big man goes up top, but he’s dangerous when he does….Morrison’s on the apron! Morrison tries to pull Kane off the top rope while the referee yells at him, but Undertaker is there to help his brother! He pulls The Shaman of Sexy down and drives him spine first into the steel ring post as Kane tries to steady himself back on the top turnbuckle for the clothesline.
Dropkick by Ziggler! Ziggler was given time to recover by Morrison and just dropkicked Kane off the top rope! The Big Red Monster crashes to the mat while Dolph stalks the tag team champion. Kane reaches his feet, Zig Zag! Ziggler hits the Zig Zag with authority before covering Kane, forearm in the face; one, two, three! Dolph has just upset one half of the tag team champions with help from his partner!
Taz: That's how the Show Off gets it done!
Booker T: I was impressed with Ziggler in that match, hanging in there with the tag team champ.
Taz: "Hanging in there?" He beat him! Dolph Ziggler just beat Kane!
Cole: More like Dolph Ziggler and John Morrison beat Kane. But speaking of champions, up next, CM Punk defends his TCW Television Championship for the first time, against the newest member of Evolution.
CM Punk(c) vs Antonio Cesaro
TCW Television Championship
The two don’t waste any time and instead lock-up in the center the moment the ref rings the bell. Cesaro manages to slip around the current champion with a rear waist lock and keeps the hold locked in, soon wearing Punk down to a knee. Punk begins to try to elbow his way out of the grip before the challenger showcases his immense strength and hoists Punk in the air above him before planting abdomen first into the mat! Cesaro quickly shoots the half and hooks the leg; one, t-kickout by Punk. Cesaro doesn’t get frustrated, instead pulling Punk up off the mat and locking in a side headlock, trying to win a war of attrition against the champion. The champion tries to fight out of the hold, throwing elbows again before finally forcing Antonio to break his grip. Punk then runs off the ropes and ducks the clothesline by Cesaro, rolling him up with a school-boy! One, two, th-kickout by Cesaro! Antonio scrambles to his feet after the roll-up to try to and mount some offense, roundhouse by Punk! Cesaro has to be out cold as Punk covers; one, two, thr-kickout! Almost by instinct, Cesaro kicks out! Punk backs off as Cesaro is slow to recover in the corner. Punk charges for the high knee, and he hits it! Knee right into the jaw of Antonio before Punk goes for the bulldog, but Cesaro shoves him into the turnbuckle! Punk is forced into the turnbuckle as Antonio tries to steady himself after the knee and kick. Punk is up in the corner and Cesaro charges in for a big boot, but Punk ducks out of the way onto the apron! Cesaro runs his boot into the turnbuckle and hobbles away clutching his leg as Punk stalks Cesaro. Springboard by Punk, right into the uppercut by Cesaro! Punk has to be out cold now! Cesaro looks up to the lights as he feels himself closing in on the championship.
Cesaro is on the vulnerable Punk, trying to raise the champion inbetween his legs. He tries to lift Punk up for the Neutralizer, but Punk blocks it! Cesaro tries again, but Punk blocks it again before countering and hoisting Antonio up on his shoulders! Go To Sleep! Punk hits the GTS and falls into the cover, hooking both legs; one, two, three! Punk retains!
Taz: What we have here is a worthy champion.
Booker T: I think Cesaro could've had it there if he just went for that cover.
Taz: Maybe so, but he made a mistake and paid for it.
Cole: That he did, but finally ladies and gentleman, it is our main event. World Heavyweight Champion Dean Ambrose has been undefeated for months now, but can he keep it up....while running the Gauntlet?
Dean Ambrose vs Kyle O'Reilly, Drew McIntyre, & Ken Kennedy
Dean Ambrose vs Kyle O’Reilly, Drew McIntyre, & Ken Kennedy
The referee rings the bell and the self-proclaimed “dragon” is on the attack, trying to make a statement tonight. He begins throwing bombs into Ambrose, forcing the champion on the defensive in the corner. O’Reilly keeps beating away at the skull of Dean before the referee forces him away as Dean stumbles out of the corner. Kyle is quickly back on the offensive, quickly heading back to the downed Ambrose, kicking away at the ankle of the champ. He grabs the ankle and drags Dean to the ropes, twisting it around the bottom rope before yanking back. The referee begins his count as O’Reilly refuses to stop until right before five. Kyle is scolded away from Ambrose as Dean tries to recover, clutching his ankle as he gets to his feet. Reilly goes back to set up an attack again, but this time Dean kicks him in the gut with the good leg and plants him with a DDT! Dean rolls into the cover, barely hooking the leg; one, tw-kickout! Dean rolls off the cover and mounts O’Reilly, beating into his skull with closed fists. The referee begins to count before forcing Ambrose away, but Dean may have tweaked his leg getting off. Ambrose staggers away gently as Reilly recovers in the corner and sees his opportunity.
O’Reilly lunges, but Ambrose catches him with a small package! The champion was playing possum as O’Reilly struggles; one, two, three! Kyle O’Reilly is eliminated!
O’Reily rolls out of the ring in frustration as the music of Drew McIntyre hits and the Sinister Scotsman runs down to the ring. He wastes no time in unleashing his assault on the champion, stomping away at Ambrose. He pulls Dean to his feet and throws him over his shoulder for a powerslam, but Dean slides off and counters with a neckbreaker! Dean needs to make quick work of McIntyre and rushes to the cover; one, tw-kickout by McIntyre. Dean slides off the cover as he steadies himself up, stalking McIntyre. Drew reaches his feet and Dean charges, clotheslining himself and McIntyre over the top rope! Dean is slow to his feet on the outside, as he may have tweaked his knee on the fall. McIntyre sees this and takes advantage as he chop blocks him from behind before stomping away at the downed champion. Like a predator on the hunt, McIntyre stalks the downed Ambrose all while the referee is counting.
Drew charges at Dean as he reaches his feet, but Ambrose sidesteps and Drew runs face first into the steel ringpost! Drew has to be unconscious as Ambrose staggers into the ring and the referee continues his count. Drew is just to his knees when the referee hits 10 and McIntyre is eliminated by countout!
Kennedy rushes down to the ring after the elimination of McIntyre, stomping away at the champion. Dean fights back best as he can, after already having fought two opponents by throwing shots to the stomach of Ken. Ken staggers backwards after the unexpected offense of Ambrose before ducking a punch and hoisting Ambrose up on his shoulders. He goes for the Green Bay Plunge, but Dean slides off the back and shoves Kennedy into the corner. He waits for Kennedy to come out of the corner before trying for a suplex, but Ken lands on his feet and turns Ambrose around, going for the Mic Check. Dean elbows his way out of it and whips Kenndy off the ropes.
Kennedy rebounds off the ropes into the waiting Ambrose who hoists him up for the Midnight Special! He drives Kennedy into the mat before sliding away and waiting for Ken to recover. Ken gets to his knees and Ambrose hits the Shining Wizard! Kennedy is out as Dean slides into the cover; one, two, three! The Champion remains dominant over three opponents tonight!
Taz: THAT is why he's the World Champion. Not because of some rash decision or because of some muscle. Performances like that!
Booker T: I gotta agree with you there, I mean, he just beat three of the best TCW has to offer, one right after the other.
Taz: Dean Ambrose has successfully run the gauntlet here tonigh-
Tazz is cut off as the PA System turns on and begins to play. Ambrose is left confused until audible words are heard.
RUN RUN WITH HER
Oh my god! Just as the bell rings on Ambrose's third and final pinfall for this evening, the Sultan of Sleaze's music hit - and the crowd erupt! Is he cashing in right now!? A sweating, battered and visibly exhausted Ambrose turns his attention to the the stage straight away, not even going near his World Title. The crowd erupt, all waiting for the man himself to emerge, and a few moments he does...but not dressed in ring gear. Alex Shelley comes through the curtain in jeans and his glitter studded sleeveless jacket. The crowd are audibly disappointed that he isn't cashing in tonight, but the World Champion's reaction is the total opposite, sneaking a sigh of relief to himself. He holds the back of his head in pain after that gauntlet match, staring at Shelley. The Sultan looks down from the stage at Ambrose, Money In The Bank briefcase in his right hand. He raises it up in the air with a trademark smirk, and winks at Ambrose. The cameras fade to black with fans cheering at the image of Shelley holding the briefcase aloft, clearly getting inside the head of the Champion already.
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May 28, 13 at 12:19pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Fandango and The Funk
The Total Championship Wrestling camera crew shows up at a very generically named Belfast dance club. As the camera pushes through the door, it’s met with some very unchill Lil Wayne music. Beautiful, young Irish women and rich, old Irish men alike make up the scene. All are thrashing along to the music. The man in yellow, accompanied by the large man in red, sits in the shadows. They are waiting for the perfect moment to make their entrance. The seconds tick by and Lil Wayne drops syllable after syllable, but the two men do not yet make their move. At the end of the song, the DJ pulls up a separate audio file to produce Louis Armstrong's Swinging on Nothing. Confused looks shoot around the club, as the man in yellow steps onto the dance floor. He grabs the prettiest Irish lass by the hand and begins leading her in dance. He twirls her. He throws her, before catching her arm and pulling her back. He dips her. All the while, the trumpets belt out the tune. As the song comes to an end, the man in yellow plants a long kiss on the gorgeous lady, and allows her to depart, cheeks now matching her red hair.
The rap music returns once again, and the man in yellow returns to the shadows with his larger counterpart. The man in red is not alone. It appears that TCW’s very own Todd Grisham has joined the duo. Grisham waves the camera closer and the cameraman obliges, nearing the trio and flipping the camera light on. The subjects are now blatantly clear – if they weren’t already before. Fandango and The Funk sit at the cornered table across from Todd Grisham. Fandango lights up a Cuban cigar, and brushes the hair out of his face. “So, Mister Grisham, it appears you have found my associate and myself at our leisure. What is the meaning of this,” Fandango pauses, searching for the right word, “intrusion ?”
Todd Grisham shifts unsteadily in his seat, looking from the lit cigar of Fandango to the ferocious eyes of the Funk. Fandango blows a ring of smoke out and Grisham is at once entranced until the ring dissipates. He then pulls up his trusty Total Championship Wrestling Microphone and regains his commentarial composure. “Fandango. The Funk. Last week, you only showed your face via some filmed segment in some cluttered getaway. You didn’t show your face in the arena until your match with Carlito. And now, this week, the TCW Universe is left to wonder… Why? Who is Fandango, and why has he made himself so scarce to the TCW Universe?” Grisham’s eyes waiver between the duo, as he awaits a response to his plethora of questions.
A chuckle rises in Fandango’s throat and he sucks it down with another hit on the cigar. Fandango kicks his feet up onto the chair, before taking the cigar from his lips and rolling it between his second and third finger. “Mister Grisham,” he begins, “you claim you want to know who Fandango is. Yet I’ve told you. You ask why I didn’t show up in the arena last week. Yet I did. For my match against Carlito. You say that I and my associate have left the ‘TCW Universe’ in the dark. That much, I cannot argue with.” Grisham shuffles in his seat, unsure that Fandango is actually answering the questions he has laid before him. The Master of the Dance continues, “But, Todd Grisham, despite this front of questions, I think you’re withholding your true intentions, Todd…”
The Funk’s mouth creeps to a smile and the color drains from the face of the interviewer. What is it that he means? thought Grisham, and why is the big one smiling at me? Did I say something wrong? Will a beating come of this? “N-no!” stammers Grisham. “Th-th-that’s what I want to know, honest!”
“No, no, I think I know what you want.” Fandango presses his cigar into the ash tray and gets to his feet. The Funk follows suit, as both approach Grisham. “You want to learn how to dance!” A huge smile overcomes the face of Fandango, as he peels Grisham off his seat, and tosses him into the dance floor! Grisham stands awkwardly on the dance floor, as Fandango and The Funk attempt to teach Grisham a thing or two about Fox Trot. The image fades to black, as obviously, this was not what Todd Grisham came here for.
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Jun 04, 13 at 8:58am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Fandango & The Funk (Kinda)
No More Mister Nice Guy
The scene opens with a scenic view of a city, one brimming with skyscrapers. The lights in the windows cast bright yellow into the darkness of the night, and then are devoured by the darkness. This leaves no more than a faint glow, outlining the windows. A loud, theatrical boom is heard, and “Los Angeles, California” appears in bold white letters in the corner of the screen.
A cut, and we’re inside a dazzlingly-lit night club, but the scene is anything but the night-scene. Five large, hulking men stand point around the room, each cautiously eyeing the entrances. They were all bodyguards, highest paid in the city of Los Angeles. Former police officers, former soldiers in the American Military, were now mere thugs for the richest man in the city, Charles Pence. These loyal bodyguards were the best money could buy, and Pence certainly could afford them.
Charlie Pence had been born into the lowest caste possible. His widowed-mother had scraped by raising four children in the ghettos of California. Pence always knew he was meant for more. When he turned 15, he started running errands for the top mafia-lord in the area, Mickey Winchester, errands that no boy at that age should be running. But the petty grand theft autos and the burglaries were hand-crafted to the size and mobility of young Charlie; he’d been one hell of an asset to Winchester. It was a job that breathed a new life into the young boy. He forever embodied the essence of a criminal. Young Charlie became Charles Pence, and Charles Pence would do what it took to advance himself. Disregard the law. Charles Pence gave to the profession as much as it had always given to him. When he’d turned 20, he bought his mother a glamorous house on Boardwalk Boulevard and hired a maid service – His Momma wouldn’t have to lift a Goddamn finger for the rest of her life.
Enough reminiscing, we’re in the present now. And the present isn’t a happy time for Charles ‘*bleep*in’’ Pence. He waggled his finger towards one of the bodyguards and the man obediently strode over, the horror in his eyes hidden by his sunglasses. “A month ago, there were six of you mother*bleep*ers. And a huge hunk’a cash from the Montego job. Fancy-*bleep*in’-fance that the day my money disappears, Curtis disappears. A month ago. Now, have you guys been doin’ your God damn job? Do you know where the rat-bastard is?”
Pence’s voice berated the bodyguard, but to no avail. He knew nothing. He wasn’t meant to be the brains, only the brawn. Same with the rest of “The Best Money Can Buy.” No wonder these guys used to be pigs, Pence thought. Perhaps, it was time for him to do some of the ground work, himself. And he would find the disrespectful rat. Hopefully Curtis hadn’t gotten too far away…
…TO BE CONTINUED
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Jun 04, 13 at 12:34pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Dashing Cody Rhodes
“Radioactive” follows the signature yell at the top of the theme of Dashing Cody Rhodes, as he appears at the top of the entrance, dressed in a suit and tie. A smile warps the face of the dashing one, as he walks down the ramp, alone. The crowd is jeering at him immensely, as his stone face does little to change. It appears that his time under Triple H has taught Rhodes well. Dashing Cody Rhodes could block out tens of thousands of ugly faces at a time. Brilliant.
Dashing Cody Rhodes steps into the ring and grabs the microphone out of the hands of Lillian Garcia. No love lost between the two of them. Lillian quickly exits the ring as Rhodes spins around the ring, eyeing all the faces in the crowd. The despicable faces.
The crowd boo at the overconfidence of this punk. Regardless of their opinion of Morrison, Ziggler, and Santino – Cody Rhodes is the epitome of all they hate. Many remember Rhodes’ attack of Finlay last week. Rhodes is a monster. That much has been well-documented. Anyone who delivered this devil from atop his perch would gain their undying respect. Whether they liked that man or not.
Rhodes’ speech doesn’t impress the crowd, as they continue booing him. It’s like they can’t hear what Rhodes is saying. They simply want Cody Rhodes off their screen. A BORING chant opens up from the upper section of the arena and infects like a plague. Tens of thousands of Brits yelling “BORING!” does nothing but bring an even larger smile to the face of the dashing one.
The crowd break out in an uproar. Marella in Evolution wasn’t something they wanted to see. They wanted to see Marella crush Evolution!
Let tonight be a testament to Evolution. Tonight, Antonio Cesaro, Triple H, and myself will prove the mission of Evolution to be true. We will demolish ZiggMo and the King, and leave you all with no one else to boo. You can continue booing us all you want. But Evolution is here to stay.
With that, Rhodes simply drops the microphone and exits the ring as “Radioactive” plays over the loudspeakers. Would Evolution live up to Rhodes’ word? Or would they simply fail?
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Jun 11, 13 at 11:26am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Dashing Cody Rhodes
The scene opens backstage in the interview area. After a rather quiet night, the crowd is relieved to see that Josh Matthews looks ready to interview a wrestler! What a treat for our British fans! The third interview of the night! The delight turns to a sour boo when none other than Dashing Cody Rhodes steps into shot. Rhodes flashes a smile to the camera, which elicits a unanimous groan from the Manchester crowd.
Dashing Cody Rhodes smiles at the floor this time. When he flicks his head back up, his eyes drill into those of Josh Matthews.
This brings me to my match tonight against Santino Marella. Before Santino goes and makes the same mistake that you and Hawkins made, allow me to tell everyone that I do not need any sort of help. I will destroy Marella and Ambrose will happily make the three-count. He will have no other decision in the match than that! Dashing Cody Rhodes doesn't need help, and I'll prove it tonight when I make the three count in the middle of that ring.
Josh Matthews looks at the ground after Rhodes' degrading beratement. Soon, an enlightened look crosses Matthews' face as another question crosses his mind.
Cody Rhodes smiles at the question.
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