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Jan 23, 13 at 9:28am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
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“Prologue: The Death of Dwayne”
Thoughts raced through Dwayne Johnson’s mind as he looked over the program notes for War Zone. He didn’t get butterflies anymore, he’d put that behind him long ago. Yet as he sat in the luxurious first class of the United Airlines 757, he was overcome with nervousness.
Why? Because as his flight drew ever closer to the Detroit Airport, the full weight of the mistake he had made long ago finally hit him; So much so that the gravity of it felt like it was going to crush his lungs. Beads of perspiration formed on his brow and began to drip down his neck and back.
“This is really it…I’m coming back full time…”
Since he left WWE forever ago to become a movie star, he’s treated professional wrestling as nothing more than a hobby. He had relegated its impact in his life to that of an old friend: the kind that you went to high school with and interacted with at reunions but didn’t interact with otherwise.
Which begged the question: just how would the fans perceive him?
The kids and the long time fans would remember him, of course. But the die hard wrestling fans, the fans that made him so popular during the fabled “Attitude Era,” they were the first to turn on him when he had left for Hollywood. This was a fact that did not weigh lightly on his mind.
As the stewardess passed him, he asked for a hot towel to remove the sweat from his face. Just why was he coming back to the business he had left for bigger and better things? As he looked down at the folder containing his program notes, he found his answer. Looking over to the right, he saw two pictures: one of his father Rocky Johnson, and of his grandfather Peter Maivia.
He took the photos and examined them closely, taking in the eyes of his grandfather. It was as if the late High Chief’s spirit was communicating directly with Dwayne’s through the eyes in the photo.
This was who he was. This is where he belonged. This was his purpose: his destiny.
But it was not the destiny of Dwayne Johnson. Dwayne Johnson was a movie star. Dwayne Johnson was a celebrity. Dwayne Johnson was someone who patronized the business of professional wrestling. This was not who he was.
He was the Rock. And he belonged in professional wrestling. Dwayne Johnson, did not.
As his flight prepared for its final approach to Detroit, the Rock took his folder and set it aside, before lowering the passenger mirror in front of him. As he observed his face, he found that there were a few more wrinkles as he approached 40. He smiled, and then his face turned to a neutral smirk. Reaching down into his pocked, he pulled out a pair of jet black aviators, and put them on slowly before shutting the mirror.
The man known as Dwayne Johnson was gone. The man known as The Rock had returned!
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Jan 24, 13 at 8:09am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
“1-1 With The Great One”
The scene at Desolation switches to the backstage area the instant the previous segment ends. More than 100,000 fans in Cowboys Stadium erupt with cheers as the image of The Rock appears on screen. His expression is neutral, faced straight forward. The camera is set just below his chest, conveniently placed to capture the bright blue Brahma Bull on his black shirt.
Standing next to him is Jonathan Coachman, who in contrast to the Rock, is anything but a crowd favorite. The immense cheers heard over the TV feed are for the People’s Champion.
Coach: Rock, you’re set to take part in the TCW Battle Royal tonight, can we get your thoughts on your oppo-
The Rock merely presents his right hand to Coach’s face while looking at the camera; the Great One refusing to acknowledge the presence of this Roody Poo. Instantly, this crowd gives another huge pop at what is certainly the first of many humiliations Jonathan Coachman is about to receive.
Tazz: Uh oh.
Instead of speaking, the Rock merely lifts his head skyward as the camera pans in. The crowd, right on cue, responds with a slow building “Rocky” chant that dies down only as the Rock begins to speak.
“Finally…The Rock. HAS COME BACK TO Dallllassss!
The way the crowd responds again shows just how much control the Great One has over them. They hang off every word that he says like no one else.
Cole: This capacity crowd very pro Rock, tonight.
Booker: Awww yeaaaah.
The Rock suddenly turns to Coach and speaks directly into the microphone, his dark shades piercing right through the eyes of his interviewer.
“Jonathan Coachman! Just as sure as the Rock stands here and calls you a Roody Poo Candy Ass!Is just as sure as the Rock is going to ONE DAY get back his TCW…title,”he says letting this crowd cheer for him again. “But that can wait, because you see Jabroni, the Rock finds out that he’s in a match, tonight! And not just any match, The Rock finds out he’s in a match with…uh…uh…What was his name?
“IT DOESN’T MATTER WHAT HIS NAME IS!”
The Rock takes a step towards Coach, and the power of his catch phrase and his voice causes him to flinch. The result of this action sends the crowd into a frenzy of cheers. Tazz can be heard audibly laughing in the background.
“The reason it doesn’t matter Jabroni, is because the Rock is not just in any match. He’s in a battle royal! And while the Rock has his sights on the TCW Title, make no mistake about it, the Rock IS The People’s champion! He IS the Most Electrifying Man in Sports Entertainment, and at the end of the Night, HE WILL walk out of Dallas the winner. And Jonathan Coachman, if you just shut your mouth. SHUT YOUR MOUTH…and Listen…You will hear the sound of the Rock’s fans ALREADY…chanting his name…
He lifts his head skyward again, breathing in and taking in the roar.
Crowd: ROCKY! ROCKY! ROCKY! ROCKY! ROCKY! ROCKY!
“Tonight, everyone in this Battle Royal better be ready. Because The Rock? He’s going to do something very special. Oh yeah, something no one has ever seen before! TONIGHT! The Rock…is gonna whip the ass of 10 other Jabronies. And afterwards he’s going to line them up, one by one. And then The Rock-what’s he gonna do? The Rock is gonna take his size 13 boot, shine it up reaaaall nice. Turn that sumbitch sideways, AND STICK IT STRAIGHT UP ALLLL THEIR CANDY ASSSES!”
This Dallas crowd continues to hang off of every word the Great one says. After facing the Coach , who has now been pushed off screen by his presence, he returns to face the camera. His demeanor and facial expression remains unchanged. Another Rocky chant starts and quickly dies down as he begins to speak again.
“Make no mistake about it, Coach. The Rock is going to be the TCW Champion. But not before he electrifies Dallas the only way the Rock can. And that is by kicking everyone’s monkey ass all over GODS GREEN EARTH! IF YA SMELLLLLLLLLL! What the Rock! IS! Cookin!”
His music hits as everyone echoes his finishing line in unison, before lowering his glasses and raising his eyebrow at the camera. He then walks off leaving a shaken Jonathan Coachman looking like an idiot as the cameras return to ring side. The environment inside of Cowboys Stadium is nothing like it was at the start of the promo.
Cole: Wow, its tonight! The return of the Rock to action!
Tazz: It’s been too long. So great to have him back here in TCW!
The three of them talk and banter some more as the next segment begins…
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Jan 27, 13 at 10:59am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
(ooc: Note, the following takes place directly prior to the Battle Royal.)
“Well since Rock’s baby left him…He found a new place to Dwell…”
Cole: Welcome back to TCW: Desolation! Fans, we cannot stress this to you enough, we at TCW pride ourselves on bringing you the absolute best in Wrestling and Sports Entertainment. It feels so good to be back tonight after that long month off.
Tazz: Man, you said it Cole. I thought we were never gonna come back during that break.
Booker: I know what ya sayin, just listen to these fans. They are so happy to be here at TCW, tonight!
Cole: Well I think everyone is excited to be back, and later on tonight, we’ll bring you the latest on upcoming TCW live events so you can experience the absolute best in Sports Entertainment for yourself.
Michael Cole , Tazz, and Booker T all face the camera as ravenous fans point and cheer behind them. Each of the commentators are appropriately dressed in the finest black and white tuxedos. Of the three, Cole is the only one not wearing a pair of dark sunglasses. They look sharp, and it says a lot about the class and professionalism of Total Championship Wrestling. Their clean cut attire stands out in contrast to the many fans behind them in beanies and T-shirts of their favorite Wrestlers. As the TCW Cameras focus on them at ringside, they are suddenly interrupted by a dimming of the lights and absolute roar from the crowd.
IF YOU SMELLL…WHAT THE ROCK…IS COOKIN!
Over 100,000 fans rise to their feet in a unanimous roar of applause as the iconic theme of the Rock blasts over the powerful loud speaker of Cowboy’s Stadium. The stadium, which cost over one and a half billion dollars, spared no expense to provide the best possible atmosphere for events. The electricity in the air generated by the playing of the Great One’s theme followed by his appearance at the top of the Entrance Ramp is a testament to that.
Cole: And what a better way to get tonight started than our Battle Royal Match, with a special prize going to the winner! And here comes The Rock! Listen to this ovation!
Tazz: I thought the fans couldn’t get any louder when he addressed them earlier, boy was I wrong!
Booker: These fans, absolutely love, the Rock! He is, the people’s champion!
Booker continues to babble incoherently as the Rock wastes no time in coming down the ramp. The lights are dimmed to a deep blue as camera bulbs flash throughout the arena. The Great One is dressed in his traditional black boots and trunks; a cut off Black Brahma Bull T-shirt hanging from his massive traps. He looks around at this crowd through his dark aviators as he powerfully ascends the steel stairs before raising his arm at the top.
Lillian Garcia: Ladies and Gentleman, the following match is the TCW Battle Royal! Making his way first: from Miami, Florida, weighing in at 275 pounds…The ROCK!
The cameras pan wide as the Lillian’s announces the arrival of the great one. His taunt coincides directly with her words, and the crowd responds with a deafening roar. As the lights continue to sparkle and flash, he continues to taunt at the four corners of the ring. What an ovation for the People’s Champion!
Cole: This is incredible! Electric! The people in Dallas are definitely behind the Rock!
Tazz: He’s been calling himself the people’s champion for a long time, but it never gets any less true!
The lights finally return to normal as the Rock walks over to the side of the ring facing the announce table. He reaches for a microphone from Lillian as a deafening “Rocky” chant fills the massive domed arena. The Rock acknowledges it and lets it build all the way up, raising an eyebrow and receiving a massive pop. After letting it die, he raises the microphone to his lips as the cameras zoom in.
Rock: Earlier tonight, the Rock already announced his return to Dallas. Seeing as the people of Dallas and the MILLIONS!
Crowd: AND MILLIONS!
The Rock lowered his head and raised his voice as he said his famous line, and as the crowd responded appropriately, he stood back upright.
Rock:…Of Rocks fans have already become reacquainted, the Rock is going to get right down to business. You see the Rock’s been waiting for tonight for a long time. AND THE ROCK MEANS…a long time. Because you see tonight is the night, that the Brahma Bull, The People’s Champion, THE MOST ELECTIFYING MAN IN SPORTS ENTERTAINMENT TODAY, comes back to whoop that Candy Ass the only way he can!
The Rock becomes incredibly animated when he speaks, using his body to accentuate his words. As his voice raises and dips, so does his body language, and the crowd eats it up. He returns to his upright, calm and collected expression every time he pauses to let them react. He is in complete control.
Rock: And as The Rock was in the back; listening to other Jabronis come out here and run their mouth about winning the match, and go on and on and on about winning the TCW Title, The Rock wanted to come out here before he started kicking ass and deliver a message to each one of you ROOODY POO-
Crowd: CANDY ASS-
The Rock pauses again so this capacity crowd can erupt. This time, before the Great One can continue, they all in unison began to chant his name with a huge “Rocky” chant, again. The Rock raises his head and closes his eyes behind the shades and soaks it in, before continuing on.
Rock: You see the Rock heard guys like Heath Slater, talk about how he was going to come out here and “Rock” this crowd. The Rock heard from a Jabroni who only calls himself “El Generico” talk about how this was the biggest match of his life. On and on, you run your mouth. You know what the Rock did? The Rock, after listening for about 5 seconds, decided to do the same thing as the people did: and that’s go in the back and take a leak because THESE GUYS, SUCK!
The People’s Champion raises his head, with both hands on the mic. as he shouts his words. This crowd responds with a huge cheer as he returns to normal, his eyes and mouth as calmly intense as ever. Booker and Tazz can’t help but chuckle into the microphone as the Great One puts down his opponents.
Cole: The Rock’s certainly never been one to mince words.
Rock: Yet despite knowing that fact, Heath Slater. You, Daniel Bryan, that blonde haired Jabroni Dolph Ziggler, you all insist on running your mouth about becoming TCW Champion, and then have the gall to come down here and go ONE. ON ONE. WITH THE GREAT ONE? The Rock says that each one of you delusional Jabronis can KNOW YOUR ROLE-
Crowd: AND SHUT YOUR MOUTH!
The Rock pauses swiftly this time, allowing only a brief yet loud cheer before continuing.
Rock: So if you Roody Poos are in the mood for the Rock to whoop your asses like only he can, then come on down! The Rock will do to you what he does best. And that is take your monkey asses straight down Know Your Role Boulevard! Straight to the Corner of Jabroni Drive! Sit you all down at the Candy Ass Cafe, and then? The Rock will then, Heath Slater, Daniel Bryan, Dolph Ziggler, The Rock will then proceed to check each of your Monkey Asses directly into THE SMACKDOWN! HOTEL!
This classic promo by the Rock has raised the atmosphere in Dallas’s suburb of Arlington to a new height. A huge “Rocky” chant builds up again as he looks around the arena. He is fired up and ready to go. If there was ever a doubt as if the Rock was still the People’s champion, this moment firmly erased it.
Rock: And The Rock says that if any of you Jabronis actually think that you can walk down the People’s Ramp, and step inside the People’s Ring and prove the Rock Wrong? Well the Rock says this:…Just…Bring it!
The Rock then takes off his sunglasses and his shirt and throw them in opposite directions toward the crowd; two lucky fans getting free souvenirs courtesy of the Great One. He then steps back into his corner and awaits the entrance of his other opponents. This match, will be incredible.
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Jan 30, 13 at 9:10am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
A TCW.COM EXCLUSIVE
The Rock announced yesterday that in addition to being the Special GM of War Zone for one night, he will also be in action against Heath Slater! But that's not all! The Rock, calling himself "The People's Champion," is allowing the special stipulation to be chosen by you, the TCW Fans! Fans will be able to vote in the poll below until 7 Pm ET Tuseday night on the following match types:
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Feb 5, 13 at 7:40am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
“How’s Your Lips?”
TCW cameras quickly cut to the backstage area, where image of the People’s Champion on the titantron instantly sends this capacity crowd into a frenzy. Becoming the special Warzone GM hasn’t phased the Rock; he looks as neutral as ever. Tonight, he’s dressed in a white and black silk shirt that’s left open(which no doubt cost him hundreds of dollars) to go with black dress pants. Facing the camera with him is an unfamiliar face to TCW fans, however. Dressed in a dark black polo, a very short pudgy Hispanic man in his twenties nervously approaches the great one for an interview.
Montero: Uh hi…my name is uh…uh…uh…
The rookie interview draws the ire of the Great One who looks down at the short latino, who is babbling like a complete idiot and cuts him off with one hand. This draws a lot of laughs and cheers from this crowd. After sparing the young man from further embarrassing himself, the Rock raises his head to the ceiling as the fans chant his name.
Cole: Nobody gets this crowd going quite like The Rock!
The Rock lets the chant die down before speaking.
Rock: FINALLY…The Rock…HAS COME BACK to Minneappolis!
The Rock receives a cheap pop and then quickly continues.
Rock: Brian Montero, TCW rookie interviewer extraordinare! You stand here like the immature piece of monkey crap running your mouth! First day on the job and you don’t even have the class to introduce yourself to the people? Tell these people your name…
The intensity of the Rock looking down at the nervous, geeky, and ridiculously short Hispanic causes him to perspire greatly. He looks at the camera and tries to compose himself.
Montero: R-right…My name is B-
Rock: IT DOESN’T MATTER WHAT YOUR NAME IS!
This gets a ton of cheers from the crowd, as well as laughter. Having shut up the rookie interviewer, the Rock continues his verbal assault.
Rock: Don’t try and hide it Jabroni! The Rock sees the way you look at him. You stand there…looking at the Great One…wishing you could have a piece of the People’s Streudel…GET YOUR MONKEY ASS OUT OF THE GREAT ONE’S FACE YOU SICK FREAK! The Rock doesn’t have time for little Fifi jabronis like you. Stand right here, hold the mic. and don’t move. The-Did the Rock stutter Jabroni? Don’tmove!
The camera zooms in on the Rock’s face, ending the suffering of the poor Brian. Once he’s out of the picture, the Rock continues to speak.
Rock: Now the Rock says this: Tonight, is a very special night for the Rock. He’s done it all, THE ROCK HAS DONE IT ALL! But he has never…AND THE ROCK MEANS…never been the GM of Warzone. So while tonight is very special to the Rock, the Rock is still going to do what he does best, and that is prove beyond a shadow of a doubt! That he is the most electrifying man in sports entertainment today, that he IS the People’s Champion, and that he IS the best damn War Zone GM of all time! And if you would just…listen…you will hear the great people of Minnesota…chanting my name…
The Rock raises an eyebrow as the Crowd erupts into a “Rocky” chant. As soon as it dies down he continues.
Rock: Tonight, the Rock has given the people a line up of matches unlike any the world has ever seen! But the Rock didn’t come here to just make the schedule, oh no no no. The Rock came here to whoop Heath Slater’s Candy Ass all over god’s green earth! Heath Slater, you pissed the Rock off before the Battle Royal, when like the classless roody poo you are, you came down and had the audacity to challenge the Rock! Well the Rock says this: tonight, EVERY NIGHT! Until you learn to know your role and shut your mouth…you are going to smell WHAT THE ROCK…is…cooking!
The theme of the Rock sounds as he walks off the screen. The camera returns to a shaken Brian Montero, who has a huge wet spot in his pants that draws more jeers and laughter from the crowd. TCW Cameras cut to the next promo…
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Feb 12, 13 at 10:18am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
“There is No Place Like Nebraska”
At the conclusion of the Antonio Cesaro promo, TCW cameras return to ringside where Michael Cole, Tazz, and Booker T are still mulling around the words behemoth from Switzerland. The fans behind them immediately realize they’re on live TV, and begin taunting behind the three broadcasters; holding up finger gestures and pointing to the shirts of their favorite superstars. They might want to think about adding some extra distance between the broadcast booth and the guard rail in the future.
Cole:Well, those are certainly some strong words from Antonio Cesaro.
Tazz: Yeah I wouldn’t want to face him tonight, with the mood he’s in.
Cole: Antonio Cesaro will be in action later tonight, here in Omaha, Nebraska, but also competing tonight will be the Rock as he takes on Mr. Kennedy in singles action.
Booker: Man, I tell you what, I saw the Rock earlier tonight, and he is one pissed off dude!
The TCW Rewind feed immediately cuts back to Last Warzone, where the footage of Heath Slater pulling the Rock’s trunks to win is shown. The fans react negatively to the feed on the titan tron as the commentators talk over it.
Cole: Here again you see the Brahma Bull Rope Match, and Heath Slater pulling the Trunks of the Rock to pick up the win.
Tazz: Credit to Slater for doing what he had to do to win, but the way he’s been celebrating, you’d think he’s won the TCW Title.
The feed cuts back to the commentators as the footage ends with Slater celebrating up the ramp.
Cole: As we said, The Rock will be in action tonight against Mr. Kennedy, but earlier today, the Rock spent sometime a little ways down the road in Lincoln, Nebraska at Memorial Stadium, the home of the Nebraska Cornhuskers.
The three broadcasters all smile and look at the camera as the screen cuts to the taped segment.
The screen immediately cuts to the image of the Rock outside the North Side of Memorial Stadium in Lincoln, Nebraska. Wearing a black pair of sunglasses and one of his signature “Five Hundred” dollar shirts, he stands next to the statue of Legendary Nebraska Coach Tom Osborne and Brook Berringer. The sold out Century Link Center in Downtown, Omaha immediately gives an enormous pop as the Great One is viewed from below the stairwell.
Rock:Finally…THE ROCK. HAS COME BACK to Nebraskaaaa…Later tonight, the Rock is gonna do what he does best, and that’s kick Mr. Kennedy’s ass all over Omaha! [pop] But first…The Rock wanted to come down to Memorial Stadium, the home of…the Cornhuskers.
As the fans cheer loudly again, chants of “Rocky” are overtaken by the iconic chant “Go Big Red” whilst the camera zooms in on the Rock’s upper body.
Rock: You see the Rock has great respect for the University of Nebraska. The Rock, when he was at the University of Miami, had many great games with the Huskers. The Rock did it alllll at Miami. In 1991, The Rock helped the Hurricanes beat Nebraska and become national…champions.
This obviously draws a lot of heat from the crowd; the Rock knows the storied history and heartbreak the Huskers had often experienced at the hands of his alma mater.
Rock: But the Rock was also there 3 years later, when in the Rock’s final game at the University of Miami, the University of Nebraska went ONE ON ONE with the Great One! And the Great One…lost.
The Rock readjusts his upper body as the Camera zooms in even more. The fans back in Omaha continue to cheer as memories of the greatest game in Nebraska history come flooding back.
Rock:So you see, the Rock has great respect for Nebraska. Like the Rock, Nebraska is loved…by the people! Like the Rock, Nebraska has a tradition of winning…championships. The Rock respects the Nebraska Cornhuskers…which is more than the Rock can say about two god-for-saken jabronis, and they go by the names of Mr. Kennedy and Heath Slater!
The mere mention of these two villains names draws the ire and boos of the 18,000 fans in the Century Link Center. The face of the Great One says it all. The veins in his neck stick out, his eyebrow raises, and his teeth grit.
Rock: Heath Slater. The Rock has to give you a lot of credit. You have managed to do, what only a handful of men have done in the history of this business, and that is impress the Rock. So congratulations Heath…for being the SINGLE BIGGEST piece of Trailer Park Trash, THE ROCK HAS EVER SEEN! You pull the Rock’s trunks to win, and then like the classes bitch you are, celebrate like you’ve won it all? Well the Rock says this. Save your celebrations Jabroni, because the Rock is going to give you the ass whooping of a lifetime! But first, the Rock must deal with Mr…Kennedy…
The cheers for the rock turn to boos again at the mention of Kennedy’s name. Earlier tonight he came out and insulted this crowd heavily, and to make matters worse, he put the hands on the Rock in last week’s match with John Cena.
Rock: Mr. Kennedy, you come out week after week and run your mouth. You bitch, and moan, and piss to everyone about being disrespected. “oooh, I’m the television champion. Nobody likes me. I can’t get a woman so I’m a compulsive masturbator, nobody likes me!” Well the Rock says this: maybe the people would like you a little more if you didn’t utterly, completely, and TOTALLY SUCK! The Rock IS the people’s champion, he IS the most electrifying man in sports entertainment today, and the Rock doesn’t give a damn if he has to go through you, Heath Slater, IT DOESN’T MATTER! Kennedy, you put your hands on the Great One last week, and in doing so made this personal. Make no mistake about it Jabroni, by the end of the night, you will Smell, what the Rock…is…cookin!
The fans back at home audibly echo the Rock’s catchphrase as the screen fades to black. The last thing anyone sees before a commercial break is a close up of the Rock’s face with his nostrils flared, and his sunglasses piercing right through the camera lens.
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Apr 9, 13 at 9:12am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
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"HEHEHEHE: a 4-4-2 of Doom Story"
Gimmick: The Super Beast
Recent Events/History: At King of the Ring, Brock Lesnar shocked the world with his return. He seemingly came from nowhere to interfere in the Main Event, and his actions directly had an impact on Dean Ambrose retaining his World Heavyweight Championship. A plethora of questions need to be answered. Why has he returned? What are his intentions for TCW? Why did he savagely attack THE Brian Kendrick and Ryback, apparently turning his back on Paul Heyman in doing so? Why here, and why now?
TCW cameras pick up live at ringside with the announcing trio of Michael Cole, Booker T, and Tazz. There is a noticeably somber expression adoring each of their faces during this segway from the previous segment on this special Fallout edition of Warzone. The fans in attendance who are seated behind the announce booth immediately begin taunting towards the direction of the camera, each trying to appear on TV if only for a moment for their one second of face time.
Cole: Well, it was quite the scene last night at King the Ring in the main event where Dean Ambrose as we all know was crowned the new Heavyweight Champion, thanks in large part to the actions of Brock Lesnar.
Tazz: Yeah you said it, Brock Lesna’ appeared from out of no where and wreaked havoc on THE Brian Kendrick and took out Ryback as well!
Booker: I still cain’t believe what we witnessed last night, yall. That was a serious beat down that Brock Lesnar delivered last night!
Cole: Indeed it was Booker, and right now we want to recap the events of King of the Ring for those of you who didn’t get a chance to see it live.
The TCW cameras cut away to footage from last nights main event:
quoteThe camera feed then cuts back to the arena, specifically to the top of the entrance ramp as the crowd pops at the footage they just witnessed. The reshowing of the chaotic events that transpired not twenty four hours ago has fired up this capacity crowd to a fever pitch.
At first there is silence, but within moments there is a deafening roar of the crowd as the sound system booms with the iconic opening sustained guitar chords of ”Next Big Thing”. However, unlike the previous night, there is something distinctly different as the lights suddenly dim to pitch black, before a plethora of bright neon greens, purples, oranges, and reds begin strobing across the arena. As the crowd pops and reign heat down at the top of the ramp, a very different tune begins playing.
Spoiler:Brock's Superbeast Entrance
Here's how I envision Brock's Entrance theme.
First three seconds of this:
Followed by the 12 second mark of super beast.
Cole: Oh my!
Booker: Aw no!
Tazz: Aww yeah! Looks like we didn’t have to wait long for some answers. Here comes the pain!
Here it comes indeed. As the bright strobe lights continue to circle throughout the arena, Brock Lesnar makes his way from behind the curtain to a genuinely mixed reaction. A large part of the crowd cheer for him simply because he is a heel, but the slight majority give him the boos his character deserves. He is dressed in his full UFC attire, with red and white trunks overtop of his black ring boots. He goes to the top of the ramp and performs his signature entrance warm up, bouncing on the balls of his heels several times before bringing his arms over top of his head and then powerfully stamping down. “Superbeast” continues to dominate the arena as the hulking mountain of a man powerfully ambles down to the ring. He stops as he gets to the ring apron, and in one powerful jump, leaps to the top and enters the ring.
Cole: We are in for some dark days ahead with this..this…this monster running lose in TCW. Brock Lesnar is the same man he was when he debuted in this business so many years ago. The man is a psychopath. He’s an animal!
Tazz: Now hold on Girlpants, don’t soil your diapers just yet. Lets here what the man has to say first before you start slandering him like that. Besides, I wouldn’t want him to hear that if I were you.
There is a very creepy smile on the face of Lesnar as he walks over to the announcer’s side of the ring, extending his arm to ask for a mic. from Lillian Garcia. She trembles as she steps toward the behemoth that is Lesnar, and he violently rips the microphone from her hand before turning back to the ring. The lighting returns when he reaches the center of the ring. The mixed reaction he has been receiving up till this point continues as he looks around the arena. That smile, that creepy sinister smile continues to adorn his face as chants of “Lesnar, Lesnar, Lesnar” start to build. These just make him laugh, which in turn draws the ire of the crowd. He knows he’s done a dastardly dead, and he’s clearly satisfied with his work. He goes to speak.
Lesnar:…Why Brock? Why?...That’s what you people want to know right? Why would Brock Lesnar interfere in a match he had no business being involved in? Why would I help screw Brian Kendrick out of a title? Why did I turn my back on Paul Heyman? Why? Why? Why? You know what-SHUT UP!
This was directed at some fans that started to audibly boo Lesnar. He instantly gets some vicious cheap heat from this capacity crowd.
Lesnar:You people make me sick! All my life, you people have been nothing but rude and disrespectful to Brock Lesnar. All my life, since I was a little boy, all you’ve done is label me things like “Monster” or “Freak” simply because of my size, and my power! You people chose to label me as an animal, so what do you expect? So then when I choose to use my power, and my ability for my own needs, you people then have the gall to boo me? Well *BEEP* YOU!
Cole: Folks we apologize for the language.
Tazz: Yeah, hopefully the censor was paying attention. This is a family show Brock.
Like he cares. Brock gives this crowd a cold death glare as showers of boos and heat rain down upon him from all corners of the arena. A small asshole chant tries to build, but its quelled when Lesnar lifts the microphone back up to his mouth.
Lesnar: Brock Lesnar doesn’t owe anyone here an explanation for anything. Hell, I don’t even know why I’m wasting my words on you ingrates. But as for why did I beat the hell out of Brian Kendrick and Ryback last night? Why? Why? Why? Its simple…because I can.
Another sadistic smile forms on the face of Brock as he continues to speak, in spite of the heat from the crowd.
Lesnar: Like I said, you people have always labeled me a “Monster” or a “Freak.” Why? Because that’s exactly what I am. My entire life, all I’ve ever done is hurt people. All I’ve ever done, is fight. I’ve been winning fights and hurting people since I was a child, and over the years I’ve become very…very good at it. I have won EVERY SINGLE major title in every single division I have ever competed in. I am not in TCW anymore to win belts. I’ve done that. The TCW Heavyweight Title? I couldn’t give a rats ass about that. All I’m here to do, is to do what I love…and that is hurt people, and make them suffer.
He smiles and chuckles evilly to himself as he lets that sink in. He paces around the ring as he transitions.
Lesnar: So when Paul Heyman asked me to come back into TCW to screw Dean Ambrose? I jumped at the chance. I WANTED the opportunity to cause someone pain. What I did last night, when I tasted Kendrick and Ryback’s blood? That was the best feeling I’ve had in a loooong ass time. But why Brock? Why did Brock Lesnar turn his back on Paul Heyman? I was asked to screw Dean Ambrose over, not Brian Kendrick! Again. Why? Because I can. You see Paul Heyman is one of the lowest, sorriest excuses for a human being I have ever met in my life. But for everything that you aren’t Paul, I’ll give you credit, you are a master negotiator. You see Paul was able to negotiate a contract that allows me, to do whatever I want, to WHOMEVER I WANT, and not be held responsible for any injuries or damages that anyone sustains at my hands. That’s exactly right, Brock Lesnar can do anything he wants to anyone he wants…and there’s not a damn thing anyone can do to stop me! I can’t be fired, I can’t be sued, I can’t be arrested, NOTHING! Its not my problem. So Paul, I know you’re back there, have you figured it out yet? Why I did what I did last night? You dumb son of a bitch?
He takes several steps toward the camera, grabbing it by the lens, and pointing it right up at his face.
Lesnar: I-USED-YOU-PAUL! I used your sorry pathetic ass to get this contract and get myself in a position where I could do whatever I wanted to whomever I wanted, without having to worry about the consequences. And now that I’ve gotten what I want from you? Well Brock Lesnar says GO TO HELL PAUL HEYMAN! You can join the rest of these ridiculous people who’ve done nothing but label me and tell me what I am! NOBODY CONTROLS BROCK LESNAR! NOBODY! I answer to ME! ME! You people understand? I DO WHAT I WANT, WHEN I WANT, AND HOW I WANT IT! And I swear to god, before I am finished…I am going to make every single last *beeping* one of you suffer. And I am going to enjoy every last second of it…
Booker:…Tell me…he did NOT…just say that.
Cole: Lesnar’s insane. He’s not right in the head…listening to him speak…there’s something really wrong with him…he’s actually manipulated Paul Heyman, a man who helped him get into this business just so he could…hurt people?
Tazz: I don’t know think you may be right, Cole. I…I don’t know what to think.
This crowd’s reaction has been toned down by Lesnar’s rhetoric. There is a shocked air of silence hanging over the crowd as Lesnar backs away from the camera, circling the ring and pacing back and forth. Its almost like he is a caged animal, like a lion looking out at a sea of onlookers through his ringed prison.
Lesnar: And as for Dean Ambrose? He gets it. Ambrose is a guy who realizes that he only wants one thing. He just wants to keep his Title, and he doesn’t care what he has to do to keep it around his waist. I…respect…Dean Ambrose. He’s not like you people. He doesn’t judge me for who I am, he doesn’t reduce me to some circus FREAK! He wants to keep that title around his waist, he’s not getting in my way, I don’t mind helping him in anyway that I can…are you bastards getting the point yet? Cause if not, I’m going to bottom line it for you right now. Here’s how it’s going to be from now on.
He briefly pauses again, letting his words sink into the minds of everyone in attendance or watching at home around the world.
Lesnar: I don’t care…if you are an old man…a small child…if you are male or female…as long as Brock Lesnar is in TCW, no one is safe from me. I am here to do one thing, and that is hurt you. I am here to hurt you, and you, and you! I’m here to hurt you Michael Cole, I’m here to hurt you Tazz, I’m here to hurt the douche bag working the ring bell, EVERYONE! You see my entrance music says it all. You people have been calling me a Monster all my life. You’ve made me this way. I AM the one that you wanted. I AM the Super Beast! Dammit, I AM BROCK LESNAR! I AM THE FEAR BRINGER! I am the most dominant athlete ever to step into a ring. I am the best fighter in the world. You people should’ve been careful what you’ve wished for. Because I swear to god, I will stop at nothing to make every single one of your lives a perpetual, living, hellllll. So on behalf of every career that I’m going to end, and every body I’m going to put in a hospital, I’d like to officially welcome you to the beginning of your worst *beeping* nightmare…here comes the pain! Hahaha…
He just smiles and begins cackling wildly, dropping the microphone as he exits the ring. He is peppered with boos, yet the atmosphere in the ring remains one of shocked silence. The tirade Lesnar just went on was deeply disturbing. Threatening innocent women and children? What kind of destructive force has been unleashed upon this world? The last image we see before the cameras cut to a commercial is a close up shot of Lesnar’s face walking up the entrance ramp, smiling sadistically and still cackling to himself. That laugh, that eerie, haunting, psychotic laugh is picked up by the camera’s microphone. As the feed fades to black, the announce team is speechless. May heaven help us all.
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Apr 18, 13 at 8:53am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Gimmick: The Super Beast
Recent Events/History: At King of the Ring, Brock Lesnar shocked the world with his return. He seemingly came from nowhere to interfere in the Main Event, and his actions directly had an impact on Dean Ambrose retaining his World Heavyweight Championship. At the ensuing War Zone, Brock revealed that Paul Heyman was used as a pawn in his elaborate plot to create a scenario in which he could bring a reign of terror down on the wrestling world the likes of which has never been seen.
As soon as the previous promo concludes, we find ourselves taken back to an absolutely pitch black room. Its chillingly quiet. There is no commentary, no crowd noise, not a single peep. This eerie, creepy silence is only further enhanced by the absolute lack of any other sensory detail. If not for the "TCW" logo at the bottom right of the screen, it would be impossible to tell if this was even part of the show.
Then we hear a feint sound. Then another quiet sound, but this time a little louder. The sounds begin to grow both in volume and number as the blackness begins to lift a little bit. Suddenly, a silhouette begins to appear in the middle of the screen, before revealing itself with a sudden flash of neon lights. There, smiling maniacally from ear to ear, is the unmistakable image of Brock Lesnar's head. The ghastly look on his face (being the only visible object) as its illuminated with the green, orange, and blue lighting is enough to give viewers the chills.
Lesnar: So it began. Last week, I told every one of you that I came back for one reason: to make life for everyone here in TCW a living, breathing hell. And when I say everyone, I do mean for everyone…every…single…one. When I smashed Zack Ryder’s face into the post with an F5 and left him in a pool of his own blood, I looked around as everyone watched me in horror. I saw it in your faces. I saw the fear…and I loved it!
Dispite his best efforts to stifle a chuckle, he begins chortling with an evil laugh. His deep blue eyes squint, his pale face wrinkles, and his veiny head tilts back, shaking with glee.
Lesnar: You all saw it. Saw what I was capable of. In that one moment, everyone was reminded of the fact that when you face Brock Lesnar, the stakes never get higher. When you stand in front of me, and I don’t care if you are a grown ass man or a tiny little girl, you are risking everything: your health, your future…even your very life. You risk it all when you come face to face with Brock Lesnar...And I don’t care who you are; It never gets old. Seeing that look that you people get in your eyes as I begin to rip you apart. Zack Ryder had that look when I left him in a pool of his own blood. You people had that look as I gazed around the ring, standing above his corpse. And most certainly Santino Marella had that look right before I powerbombed his ass not once, but three times through his fancy throne. I live off that look. I AM ADDICTED…to that look...the fear... Fear is the most powerful weapon in the history of human kind. And I gladly say that I am its master!
He looks down at the ground, pausing a briefly before continuing on. So far, all that we can tell is Lesnar is somewhere in a dark room, apparently by himself. Who knows where he is?
Lesnar: And I know what you’re thinking. "He didn't seriously enjoy crushing those two weaklings last week, did he?" Did I enjoy giving Zack Ryder a trip to the hospital and making that chicken *beep* Marella require medical attention? Heh...You’re damn right I did! I rellished every…single…second of it.
Lesnar smiles, gleefully giggling and then licking his lips. His sadism is so heavily present that it's almost as if its dripping off of him, oozing out of his pores with the perspiration.
Lesnar: I don’t even know if Santino can compete tonight, and honestly? I couldn't care less. Because, whether he competes, or he doesn’t compete against me tonight, the result will still be the same. I will still find someone to hurt, some innocent soul to toy with, because I’m invincible! There is no one that can stop me from making you people feel fear! There are so many things I could do; so many different possibilities as to the havoc I could wreak. Say Santino is cleared to compete tonight; you think what I did to him last week was brutal? *Beep*...I’m just getting started. Maybe I’ll F5 him into the ring post like I did to Zack Ryder. Maybe I’ll put him in the Brock Lock and break his back! Or maybe I’ll put the Kimura Lock on each of his arms and break them both! Or maybe...just maybe I’ll threaten to do all of that to him, and promise to make him regret being born if he doesn’t beg for mercy on his knees like the bitch that he is! And then go ahead and do it anyway…yeah…I think I’ll do that. That sounds like fun.
This inhuman monster takes a couple of steps towards the screen, with the upper half of his body becoming illuminated by the multi-colored lights.
Lesnar: And if by chance Santino is watching this, I would bet that he decides to do the smart thing and run for his life. And, in the event that he does...then I’ll just find someone else to amuse myself with. Let me make this as crystal clear as I can. Make no mistake about it…someone IS getting hurt tonight. It might be Santino, It might be Michael Cole, some unlucky worker in the back...hey...It might even be a lucky person sitting in the audience right now! So everyone sit tight…because here comes the pain! Hahaha…
He just laughs maniacally before slowly drifting off screen. What is not being shown is the hushed state of shock back at the arena. There are twenty thousand people in attendance for Warzone, and Brock Lesnar just threatened all of them. What kind of cold blooded monster is he? Has Lesnar gone too far with these latest threats? We’re left to ponder all this and more as Warzone heads to a commercial.
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May 2, 13 at 7:53am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Gimmick: The Super Beast
Recent Events/History: Edge….Edge….Santino…EDGEEEEEE
The previous segment is swiftly interrupted as we are taken backstage to the production room, via the security camera feed. We see various men and women watching monitor screens, operating sound boards, and performing the various tasks that keep War Zone up and running for the viewers at home.
Cole: Looks like we’re being taken back to the production room here and-
Tazz: The hell?
Suddenly we hear a scream from the hall way as everyone’s attention is turned and fixed towards the door. Voices and frantic shuffling is heard, getting closer and closer to the door. It sounds absolutely chaotic.
The impact of a security guard’s head being slammed into the door is enough to slam it wide open. Gasps of shocked horror echo throughout the room as the man is motionless on the floor in a pool of his own blood. And standing above the beaten man is none other than an INCENCED Lesnar, his face beat red. The veins in his neck are pulsing with rage.
Cole: My God…Lesnar…he’s snapped…can we get some help back there-
Lesnar: WHERE….THE…HELL…IS HEEEE?
The enraged mass of a man bellows at the top of his lungs before grabbing a near by folding chair and flinging it against the wall with everything that he has!
Lesnar:EDGE! I WANT EDGE! RIGHT NOW! RIGHT *BEEPING* NOW!
He grabs the chair and smashes it against a wall of monitors, breaking several and causing sparks to fly. Several people scream and run for the door. Lesnar then takes the now dented chair and heavily dents it some more over the skull of an innocent production crew member. Another pleads for him to stop but he meets a similar fate.
The Super Beast lets out a huge growl and then begins ripping away at the soundboards and production equipment with his bare hands. Emts and three more security guards make their way into the room to check on the victims and to try and tame the beast. A viscious right hand to the skull of one security guard knocks him out cold. Lesnar then picks the second one up like a child and spine busters him into the wall before lifting him onto his shoulders and powerbombing him into the soundboard. The third tries to grab his taser but Lesnar is too fast, grabing him by the skull and sending him into the wall, leaving a huge dent in the plaster. He then turns his attention to the EMTS tending to the people on the floor. They’ve seen enough, and one harsh glare from Lesnar is enough to send them running.
Breathing deeply, the Monster then looks up at the security camera, realizing all this was being filmed. He goes and picks up the heavily dented chair and looks up at the camera.
Lesnar: LISTEN UP! EDGE! I DON’T KNOW WHERE YOU ARE, BUT I’M COMING FOR YOU, YOU PIECE OF *BEEP!* YOU THINK YOU CAN GET AWAY WITH WHAT YOU DID TO ME? *BEEPER* I WILL TEAR THIS PLACE APART UNTIL I FIND YOU! You *beeping* COWARD! UGGGGGGH!
He then jumps forward and flings the chair at the camera as everything goes to black.
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