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Aug 18, 13 at 7:34am ^Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread III
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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: Aug 18, 13 8:53am
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Aug 18, 13 at 7:34am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread III
D. Staff List
E. Tag Teams & Stables
F. Title Histories
G. Storylines & Archive
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Vince McMahon - Chairman - Face - 0/0/0
Paul Heyman - General Manager - Heel - 0/0/0
Alex Shelley - Disenchanted - Face - 7/2/0
Dean Ambrose - Oxygen - Heel - 14/2/0
Antonio Cesaro - Ada 2 - Heel - 17/14/0
Carlito - Maski - Face - 1/5/0
Daniel Bryan – moneyman23 – Face – 2/2/0
EL LIGERO - Disenchanted - Face - 4/0/0
The Miz - killer iPod - Face - 4/0/0
Paul London - Jaffers - Face - 2/2/0
Curt Hawkins - The Rock 13 - Tweener - 3/1/0
Austin Aries - Christian Cage Fan - Heel - 0/4/0
Bray Wyatt - Jord22 - Heel - 2/2/0
Brock Lesnar - Homicide - Heel - 1/3/0
Christian - Suzaku_Firebird - Heel - 4/6/0
CM Punk - Hypnosis - Heel - 5/5/0
Cody Rhodes - The Voiceless - Heel - 10/7/0
Damien Sandow - The Shape - Heel 2/2/0
Eric Young - Oxygen - Heel - 2/2/0
John Morrison - Smell The Chiken - Heel - 2/5/0
Ted DiBiase - The Voiceless - Heel - 1/0/0
Triple H - Shiny - Heel - 4/4/0
Tyler Breeze - Wysiwyg - Heel - 3/1/0
The Undertaker - Metallica - Heel - 0/4/0
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Total Championship Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship
Current Champion: Disenchanted - Alex Shelley
Reign Began: WarZone; Week 32
Total Championship Wrestling Television Championship
Current Champion: El Ligero
Reign Began: Warzone
Total Championship Wrestling Tag Team Championships
Current Champion: Team Evolution (Freebird Rule)
Reign Began: Vengence
» Staff List:
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» Tag Teams & Stables:
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Awesome $leaze - The Miz & Alex Shelley
Evolution - Triple H, Antonio Cesaro, & Cody Rhodes - Shiny,ADA 2, and The Voiceless
» Title Histories:
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TCW World Heavyweight Championship:
1. Alex Shelley, Roleplayed by Disenchanted
2. Dean Ambrose, Roleplayed by Oxygen
3. The Bryan Kendrick, Roleplayed by Disenchanted
4. Derrick Bateman, Roleplayed by Bobbpugg5
TCW Television Championship:
1. El Ligero, Roleplayed by Disenchanted
2. Dean Ambrose, Roleplayed by Oxygen
3. CM Punk, Roleplayed by Jaffers
4. Jayson Anthony Paul, Roleplayed by STC
5. Damien Sandow, Roleplayed by Jord22
6. Drew McIntyre, Roleplayed by Cairnage
7. Ken Kennedy, Roleplayed by Smell The Chiken
8. Santino Marella, Roleplayed by Homicide
9. Wade Barrett, Roleplayed by Suzaku_Firebird
TCW Tag Team Championships:
3. Team Evolution (Freebird Rule)
2. Antonio Cesaro & Triple H - Roleplayed by Ada 2 & Shiny
1. Kane & Undertaker, Roleplayed by Jaffers & Disenchanted
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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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Aug 18, 13 at 7:35am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread III
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
Warzone; Week Twenty Eight
Warzone; Week Twenty Nine
Warzone; Week Thirty
Warzone; Week Thirty One
WarZone; Week Thirty Two
Pay Per View Archive
Path To Glory
King of the Ring
TCW WarZone Schedule
9/16/2013 at Wells Fargo Arena in Des Moines, IA
9/30/2013 at Air Canada Centre in Toronto, ON
10/7/2013 at Quicken Loans Arena in Cleveland, OH
10/14/2013 at Allstate Arena in Chicago, IL
10/21/2013 at Mississippi Coast Coliseum in Biloxi, MS
11/4/2013 at CONSOL Energy Center in Pittsburgh, PA
11/11/2013 at Scottrade Center in Saint Louis, MO
11/18/2013 at FedExForum in Memphis, TN
11/25/2013 at Frank Erwin Center in Austin, TX
12/9/2013 at Target Center in Minneapolis, MN
12/16/2013 at Canadian Tire Centre in Ottawa, ON
12/23/2013 at U.S. Bank Arena in Cincinnati, OH
1/6/2014 at BMO Harris Bank Center in Milwaukee, WI
1/20/2014 at Baton Rouge River Center in Baton Rouge, LA
1/27/2014 at Nationwide Arena in Columbus, OH
2/3/2014 at Sprint Center in Kansas City, MO
2/10/2014 at BJCC in Birmingham, AL
2/24/2014 at Tampa Bay Times Forum in Tampa, FL
3/3/2014 at Philips Arena in Atlanta, GA
3/10/2014 at American Bank Center in Corpus Christ, TX
3/17/2014 at Rose Garden Arena, Portland, OR
TCW PPV Schedule
9/29/2013 at Wembley Stadium in London, ENG
10/27/2013 at Pepsi Center in Denver, CO
12/1/2013 at Tomas&Mack Center in Las Vegas, NV
1/12/2014 Rose Garden Arena, Portland, OR
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Aug 18, 13 at 10:02am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread III
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"La leyenda de El Ligero"
Quick as a flash, the blue and yellow clad spandex warrior rushed across the ring, before leaping up onto the top turnbuckle and springboarding off across the squared circle, causing his opponent to attempt to turn around and face up to him, unfortunately for the lessar man, the movement of El Ligero is simply too difficult for him to contend with, and his feet tie themselves up before he trips over and hits the canvas due to his own incompetance. Ligero drops down to his knees with a barely visible smirk behind the horned luchadore mask that he wears, before lunging forwards and taking out the knee of the much less able athelete that stands in front of him. With a chuckle, he drops a low kick into the face of his opponent before jumping up onto the turnbuckle once again, and leaping off with a huge moonsault that ends the match as quickly as we joined the action. He rolls off of his opponent, and gets back up to his feet all the while listening to the sound of at least two hundred people cheering for him. With a grin, he looks out into the first row, some three or four feet away from him and points down at a child in the first row, before offering a thumbs up as he drops down to his knees and rolls out of the ring underneath the bottom rope. Ligero walks up towards the stage only to be stopped by the sound of his nameless, faceless British opponent hurling abuse at him. He turns to face the opponent, before holding up a dodgy microphone that appears to cut out every other word, but his message is clear.
Ligero hands the microphone to one of the stagehands, before pointing towards his fallen opponent and pushing his way past a merchendise stand, ducking through a curtain in order to get to the backstage area. He lets out a deep sigh as he passes another Wrestler, who politely acknowledges his performance.
Simon Musk: Cheers mate, I do what I can, you know? When they stuck me with Kirby I thought it was the beginning of the end, but I think that just about showed why I deserve to be where I am on the card. Anyone has any questions about my commitment they can come and say it with to my face rather than going around behind my back and jostling for positions on the card. No loyalty left on the British scene, I'm telling you. I just showed them all why I deserve to be where I am.
As he speaks, Ligero pulls off his horned lucha mask to unveil the face of Simon Musk, long time British Wrestler hailing from Leeds, Yorkshire. Despite being one of the most popular and successful British Wrestlers of the last ten years, he's seen many of his compatriots making the big step up to work for one of the big American companies, and yet time after time he's been passed by. For every exciting phone call for a Doug Williams or a Wade Barrett, there's a letter of rejection for Simon Musk. El Ligero merchandise outsold Wade Barrett Merchandise by two to one I'll have you know, but for certain companies size is all that matters, and so for the smaller Wrestlers there just isn't a break to catch. All of that has begun to change however in the wake of Total Championship Wrestling becoming 'the big one' in the American market, and little do his fellow competitors know, El Ligero is about to embark on his most ambitious adventure yet. As the face of the Mexican (Yorkshire) revolution in TCW. On the grandest stage of them all, the biggest company in the World, El Ligero is set to shine. Musk looks around the room at his other independant stars, and smirks as he pulls the mask back over his head and onto his face. He lets out a deep sigh before staring right down the camera (is there actually a camera in these situations? How do we see them?) before bearing his teeth in a full grin as the shot fades to black.
El Ligero está llegando a TCW, esté preparado para una revolución
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Aug 18, 13 at 5:57pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread III
Soon to be a part of:
The screen fades up to a shot of a dressing room door, half open. The room is well lit and we can hear voices inside.
The camera man's hand reaches forward and knocks on the door, three times.
Camera Guy enters the room slowly to reveal a blonde man sitting on a stool in the center of the room, with his back towards the camera. His right arm is outstretched to the right as a woman sits beside him performing a pedicure on his fingernails. His left arm is held out in front of him clutching a small hand mirror. The man is using it to check on his facial features. The camera man starts to walk towards the side of the man in the chair.
CG stops. The man is wearing a sleeveless hooded bodywarmer that appears to be made of dark animal fur. His skin is very healthily tanned and we can see he is a man who is looking after his body. His hair is a golden blonde color that looks as if it would be shoulder length but today he has it tyed into a knot sitting high atop his head. The man is wearing dark sunglasses. But the thing the audience must be craving. The thing they must have heard all those rumours about. The one part of a man that truly identifies him. The camera man had been stopped before we got an angle where we could get a glimpse. We can't quite see the man in the chairs face.
Do not come any closer. We can't let this pretty - no, wait... Handsome. No, that's not it. Hmm, give me one second... We can't let this *pause* Gorgeous face be shown to the world just yet. Your camera is not worthy, who even are you? Don't answer that. I don't care.
The whole time the man is speaking, he is constantly checking on his face with his hand mirror. We can see glimpses of the skin on his face and to be factually correct, as an autonymous narrator. I must say, his skin looked quite frankly, Gorgeous.
I am Tyler Breeze. I am a professional male model. TCW's first I believe.
Do not underestimate my words when I tell you. That I. Am. Gorgeous.
But do not let the extraordinarily perfect structure of my face fool you. I am here to fight.
I have taken a little look at the current so called 'Roster' of TCW and I have to tell you. In all honesty, I don't think it would be dishonest to say that, well to put it simply...
Things are gonna get a little Breezey around here.
A man in a suit enters and passes Tyler Breeze a cell phone. He puts the phone to his ear.
*phone chatter sounds*
No, do not accept that offer. I am sorry but I have already told them twice before. I will not take any less than what I charge. I don't care if it's Vogue who wants the photo shoot. I know what I am worth. So do they. They will come around.
He hangs up and passes the phone back to the man. Breeze picks up his hand mirror again and starts to look at himself. He notices the camera man is still behind him.
Oh, you're still here? Get lost, chump. I don't have anything else to say to you. But trust me. When I do, you will see me coming.
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Aug 19, 13 at 1:00pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread III
- ERIC YOUNG -
0-0-0 / Face
The camera opens up on Eric Young walking somewhere. Honestly, it could be anywhere, there's no city or state on the card. But it seems to be a wrestling arena somewhere. I say that because Eric Young is there, and while he is in jeans and a t-shirt he's carrying a kit bag which probably contains wrestling gear, there are posters for the TCW Cup plastered everywhere and Pat Patterson, classic road agent, emerges from no-where. And we all know road agents spend their whole lives loitering around wrestling arenas. So that's how I know we're in a wrestling arena.
So yes Pat Patterson, Eric Young, backstage at whatever arena we're in this week.
Pat Patterson: Hey there, Eric.
The soft-spoken Canadian voice seems to take Young by surprise, but he gives a wide grin when he looks up and sees Patterson.
Eric Young: Hey there... say, you wouldn't happen to know where my lockeroom is? I've been looking everywhere.
EY scratches his head as he takes a look around the arena, hoping to spot his room.
Pat Patterson: Ah, well, during the cup teams share a lockeroom. So you won't actually have your own lockeroom. Let me just take a look to find out where you are...
Patterson scans through a clip board, searching Young's name.
Pat Patterson: Eric Young, Eric Young...ah, there you are. Eric Young is on Team -
Eric Young: Beatdown.
Pat Patterson: Huh?
Patterson looks up, confused by the interruption.
Eric Young: Beatdown. That's my team name. We're Team Beatdown,
Patterson begins to double-check his list, trying to figure out which of the two is wrong, because something here doesn't up.
Pat Patterson: Uh...are you sure?
Eric Young: Yeah, I mean...well, I did consider a few others. Team Ninja Pirates, but then I figured it was unlikely I'd be able to actually find any Ninja Pirates for my team. Team Skills That Kills, but I figured that'd be sending off the wrong message, because I don't actually want to kill anyone. Not that I couldn't kill someone, I just wouldn't want to. And then I thought about Team Heisenberg, but then I sort've disagreed with where that would make people view us morally, you know? Like that guy has done some messed up stuff, and I'm PG friendly. So, yeah, team Beatdown. It's simple, it rolls off the tongue, it intimidates the other team, and -
Pat Patterson: No, no, I mean...
Patterson takes a looks around, hoping there'll be someone nearby to help him explain the situation to EY, but he has no such luck. Patterson scratches his head, trying to work the best way to go about this...
Pat Patterson: There is no Team Beatdown.
Eric Young: ...huh?
Pat Patterson: There is no Team Be--
Eric Young: Yeah, no Team Beatdown, I heard you. But I...what? EY shakes his head in disbelief.
Patterson shows Young the clipboard, pointing out the details to him.
Pat Patterson: There are four teams: Team Evoloution, Team Scholars, Team Awesome Sleaze, and Team Psycho.
Young grabs the clipboard, struggling to comprehend this brand new information.
Eric Young: And which one is my team?
Pat Patterson: Team Psycho.
Eric Young: Why the hell is my team called Team Psycho? I'm not a psycho. I wanna re-name my team, Pat. Team Beatdown. Wait, wait, actually, I might go with Team Heisenbe -
Patterson sighs. This is going to be harder than he thought.
Pat Patterson: Well, it isn't really your team, it's Dean Ambrose's. He's the captain.
Young suddenly looks up from the clipboard, staring in his disbelief.
Eric Young: Who the hell is that!?
Pat Patterson: Really?
Patterson raises an eyebrow.
Pat Patterson: You don't know who Dean Ambrose is?
Eric Young: No? And I don't care who he is, or what he's done, Eric Young should be captaining the team. I even went and bought a captains armband, look I'll show you, Pat. It isn't one of those two dollars one, either, it's a real -
Eric tries to unzip his bag, but Pat Patterson puts his hand out to stop him.
Pat Patterson: No, no, it's ok, Eric. But, no, you aren't captain. Dean Ambrose is, he's the World Champion, he's undefeated, he -
Eric Young: So am I.
Pat Patterson: What?
Eric Young: I'm undefeated. Why aren't I a captain?
Pat Patterson: You...you haven't even debuted yet, Eric.
Eric Young: How many times have I lost?
Pat Patterson: Well...none, but -
Eric Young: Undefeated.
Pat Patterson: You haven't won either.
Eric Young: Or drawn.
Pat Patterson: What?
Eric Young: I haven't fought to a draw either.
Pat Patterson: I know, but I fail to see how that actually makes your argument any more val - -
Young takes way too much offense to this, and steps into Patterson's face, perhaps trying to intimidate him...it's hard to tell.
Eric Young: I'm just making a point, man!
Pat Patterson: What is your point?
Eric Young: That I know more about Eric Young than you do, bro.
Pat Patterson: Well, yeah...I guess you do, but - -
Eric Young: What's my favourite kind of milkshake?
Pat Patterson: I...what!?
Eric Young: My favourite milkshake. What is it?
Pat Patterson: I don't know?
Eric Young: Care to wager a guess?
Pat Patterson: Uh...chocolate?
Eric Young: Nope. I don't have a favourite milkshake, EY is lactose intolerant! That's another point to me, HA!
Pat Patterson: That was a trick question! Give me another ques...wait,
Patterson suddenly comes to his senses as to what just happened, and snaps out of it it.
Pat Patterson: I'm not doing a quiz about your life, Eric. Go to your lockeroom.
Eric Young steps forward into the face of Patterson.
Eric Young: I will go to my lockeroom. But only 'cause I want to go there. Not 'cause you told me. EY doesn't get told what to do by anybody, except EY. And your mom.
Young stands down, taking a few backwards steps. Patterson stares at him in disbelief, not really sure what the hell just happened. He watches as Young continues to backtrack, not taking his eyes off of Patterson, mouthing 'I've got my eye on you' and pointing to his eye as he backs around a corner. He accidentally pokes himself in the eye doing so, and then quickly turns the corner to avoid any further embarrassment as he continues on his journey towards the lockeroom of Team Psycho...
It's gonna be a long few weeks.
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Aug 19, 13 at 2:22pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread III
From Russia with Good Looks
Arriving in England on a plane from Russia, the most beautiful man on the TCW roster reflects on his latest exploits. In the last few weeks, while TCW experienced a hiatus, Morrison traveled to Moscow to finally make love to, in his own words, "a real Russian chick; not one that just says she's from there or a female that has a mustache, but a real Russian chick." In his hands he carries a 36-page written report on the inner-workings of women in Russia. The title on the first page, in large bold letters that take up the entire piece of paper, accurately describes his experience: JUST SAY NO. Upon arriving in the terminal Morrison makes his way to the airport's bar. He looks around but cannot find his contact as he takes his seat on a stool. The bartender asks Morrison if he would like a martini, to which our hero(?) affirmatively responds that he is not a pansy and to give him some Jack Daniel's. While the bartender pours the whiskey, the middle-aged man in a baseball jersey sits down next to Morrison.
"How did the report come along, John?"
"I got the job done, somehow. Take a look, Shane."
Morrison hands the report to Shane McMahon. The wrestler sips on his drink as Shane-O Mac thumbs through the report. Upon glancing over the written words, he frowns and sighs as if he expected to be disappointed.
"Your assignment was to scout wrestlers in Moscow so we could determine if we should pursue signing them. What you gave to me is a journal of your sexual escapades in the Russian capital."
"I know that. I felt this was more important."
John Morrison finishes his drink as he points down to the document. Again Shane sighs as he places the report in a briefcase. He also takes out a dossier and places it in front of Morrison. The wrestler flips through its contents as Shane explains his next assignment.
"TCW is starting up again with and event called the TCW Cup. You will be placed on a team with the two remaining members of Evolution, Rob Van Damm, Raven, and Dolph Ziggler. You will be competing teams led by Alex Shelley, Dean Ambrose, and Damien Sandow. Therefore, just get out of there alive. Upon winning the cup, you could be in a spot to compete for the TCW World Heavyweight Championship. Remember, anything can happen if you work together with your teammates."
"Yes, but if I abandon them, I will be dropping some deadweight and can then catapult myself into title contention with wins over big names wrestlers, not to mention I will be doing it with nobody in my corner."
"Well, that is a possibility, but I wouldn't recommend it."
"Then I'll just sleep with whoever is the current General Manager. Who is it, anyway? AJ Lee? Stephanie McMahon? Vickie Guerrero? I'm not saying I wouldn't do that last one, but I am saying I wouldn't be happy."
"Err, actually Paul Heyman is still the GM."
"Oh...I see...so...Evolution is on my team? I'll make do with that. As long as it is I who picks up the big wins, then I should be fine. Let's see who else has signed with TCW. Bray Wyatt is back? Oh, what a threat he will be. Tyler Breeze? I will make sure I watch out for him. You do hear the sarcasm in my voice, right?"
"As usual, sir."
"Good then. And we also have...wait a minute. Eric Young? Who the hell is he?"
"We don't know, sir. Apparently he doesn't like milkshakes."
"Really? If he doesn't like milkshakes, then he doesn't like me. They are so succulent and appetizing, and they are the perfect summer dessert. I'll be looking to take him out. Thank you for the information, Shane."
"Your welcome. Also, you will be teaming with Rob Van Damm in a tag-team match on this week's show."
The downright sexy man pauses, slowly turning his head to face Shane McMahon directly. His lip quivers a bit as he tries to speak.
"Do...do they know?"
"I am afraid not, sir. Good luck in your match."
Shane McMahon walks away from the bar, stopping a moment to look back at John Morrison. The International Man of Sexy's hand trembles as he gulps down his refilled Jack Daniel's. He still fears him, Shane thinks to himself. After a few seconds, he looks down and walks away, hoping that John can get through this week.
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Aug 19, 13 at 2:30pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread III
Name: The Miz
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The scene opens with the camera looking at a very expensive pair or Italian shoes. The man, or very manly woman, walks down the halls of the arena until he comes to a stop. The camera slowly makes it way up towards his face. He's back. No not Eric Bischoff, the most must see superstar in the entire wrestling world; The Miz. With a smirk on his face he looks at the noticeboard then heads of in search of his teams changing room. The wheels on his suit case chattering as he pulls it closely behind him, he winks at several familiar faces as he passes them. He pushes the door to his changing room and makes his way in to another familiar face. Miz stands in front of whoever it may be, obstructing the cameras view as it follows him into the large room. The Awesome One sighs as the camera peaks over his shoulder.
The Miz: Really?
He says in a disappointed tone. Alex Riley stands opposite his former mentor with a large grin on his face. Like an excited puppy he runs up to Miz and, unlike a puppy, goes to greet his former partner with a hug. The Miz steps back and looks at him with an eyebrow raised.
The Miz: Really, Riley? Really?
Confused, Riley stops and takes a step back. He itches the back of his head with his left hand and cuts straight to the chase. Surprisingly, The Miz doesn't seem too excited to see his old pal.
Alex Riley: What's up, man? My bad, did you want anything? I can run to the gift shop right now, what do you want?
The Miz shakes his head from side to side as he pushes the handle of his suit case down and places it in the corner of the room. He places his hands in his trouser pockets and sighs once again.
The Miz: What do you want, Riley?
He asks. Riley stops at the door and looks back at Miz and smiles. Riley shuts the door then heads towards the comfortable looking sofa across the room.
Alex Riley: Oh, well if you're going I'll have a bar of ch--
The Miz: What are you doing here!
The Miz snaps back as Alex Riley misunderstands the situation. In true school boy fashion; Alex Riley gulps and avoids eye contact with the man stood opposite him. The Miz clears his throat and in a much calmer tone addresses the task at hand.
The Miz: Really? You're really gonna go quiet? Really?
The Miz softly snickers to himself and Alex Riley swiftly raises his head. He starts to laugh as well and playfully punches The Miz on the shoulder.
Alex Riley: Ha! Good one, bro! You nearly had me going for a second there, but I knew you were joking.
The Miz: When did you get here?
The Awesome enquires as he loosens his tie and unbuttons the first button on his white shirt. A-Ry takes a seat and ponders for a moment. The Miz opens his bag but stops after quite a while of silence and turns to look at Riley. Still thinking...
Alex Riley: I can't remember when exactly. It was sometime yesterday though. I came straight here to wait for you, they nearly didn't let me in but I told them I was apart of the original bromance and they finally let me in.
The Miz stops what he's doing completely and with an extremely confused look on his face he wastes no time asking.
The Miz: The original what?
Alex Riley: The original bromance! That's what I'm calling it anyway. It's our tag team name. I thought it was perfect.
The Miz: Our what? Our tag team name?
A-Ry chuckles to himself and nods.
Alex Riley: Yeah, I knew you'd like it. I can't wait to get back in the ring, man. It's been too long since we were in the ring together but don't worry bro, I've got your back.
The Miz nods, not entirely sure why but he nods. He takes his tie off completely now and hangs it up before he decides he needs to nip this in the bud asap. He places his arm around Riley's shoulders and guides him to the door.
The Miz: You think you could do me a huge favour, A-Ry?
Alex Riley: Yeah, anything, what do you need, Miz?
The Miz: I need a coffee after that long flight--
Riley instantly cuts him off and gives him a thumbs up.
Alex Riley: Yeah, got it. The usual?
The Miz: Yeah, yeah, but the coffee maker here is busted. You'll need to find the nearest coffee shop and get one from there.
He says as he walks A-Ry out of the changing room. Riley nods and runs down the hall. The camera watches him as he sprints towards the exit... In his full wrestling gear. The Miz sighs for the third time since he arrived but this time it was a sigh of relief. He looks left and right and finds a large, burly, bald looking man and rudely whistles him over. He points to himself and The Miz shouts down the corridor, thus gaining everyone's attention.
The Miz: Yeah, get your fat ass over here, Jim Ross.
The man, who evidently wasn't Jim Ross and only resembled him by being over weight, slowly walked over to The Miz. The Awesome One places his hand on the mans shoulder and gives him a run down of the situation.
The Miz: You see the guy that just left here. Make sure he never comes back, and more importantly, if he does manage to get past your ridiculously lousy security, make sure he doesn't step foot in this room again. You got that, Jonah Hill?
He arrogantly says with a smirk on his face. The man nods and The Miz shuts the door as he heads back into the room. The large man walks away from the room and heads somewhere else in the large arena. He bitches to his co-workers as they ask him what Miz wanted. Inside the locker-room The Miz runs his fingers through his hands and heads towards his bag, no longer having to worry about the oh so clingy Alex Riley. For now, anyway. The camera focuses on the two most important words right now across the black t-shirt Miz places on a hanger. Awesome $leaze. The camera slowly fades to black.
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Aug 20, 13 at 4:17am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread III
TCW TAG TEAM CHAMPION
Curt Hawkins vs Antonio Cesaro vs Paul London
The TCW Youtube Channel seemed to have had some activity a few days as TCW was back in action. Many videos have been uploaded, but only one was of any importance. It was a video titled “The International Sensation Speaks Out”, plastered across the front page of the channel. If one were to open the video, the first thing you’d see is the greatest wrestler in TCW history, Antonio Cesaro. He was dressed to compete and he looked just as good as he did when TCW went on a two month break. Antonio Cesaro has the sledge hammer that was given to him by Triple H and also he had the tag team championship belt around his waist. He won that championship before TCW break and he was going to remind people that TCW is back, but more importantly than that, Antonio Cesaro is back.
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Aug 20, 13 at 6:56am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread III
Curt Hawkins sits in the front seat of his car with the rain thundering down onto the metal construction. His seat slightly adjusted to lean back, and his mobile his pressed up against his ear.
Since arriving in TCW, he has shown disdain for nigh on everybody on the roster and what they stand for. Now a reluctant member of Team Sleaze, this doesn't appear to be changing anytime soon. He couldn't bare to look men like The Miz in the face, let alone spend time and work together with them. Everything about these people irked him, not least the fact that many in the business and the nerve to call themselves 'The' anything. No doubt they'd call him 'The Pain In The Arse' or 'The Moody Son Of A Bitch' - he'd heard that many times before. They were wrong, though. He was just the realist. The normal guy.
Perhaps he was a little nervous, too. He liked to be in his comfort zone. Going out there to beat somebody down, or get beaten down was what he'd always done. It was the one thing he was pretty good at. He didn't care much for the business, the victories or the potential rewards - it was a means to an end. Protecting his family from the cruel and harsh upbringing he'd had to suffer himself. No damn way he was going to let his kids down, and his wife knew that - which is why he knew deep down he was going nowhere. He was going to be a member of Team Sleaze however much it pained him.
He wasn't that stupid. Well, at least not anymore. He'd never been academic, but he cared about stuff. He picked up papers, he watched the news and things that weren't fair - well they pissed him off. Life wasn't fair, that much was obvious - but some things could be a little less unfair.
Hawkins presses a button and lobs his mobile into the passenger seat. Another day, another generic arena. Another day of getting screwed over by the man.
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Aug 20, 13 at 8:10am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread III
The following is an The Shape roleplay.
quote The Shape
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Aug 20, 13 at 11:18am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread III
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The sound of a revving engine and the screeching of tyres is the first thing we hear upon the camerashot opening on the underground parking garage of the arena playing host to todays edition of TCW WarZone; and the opening night of the Total Championship Wrestling Cup. After a few moments, a glistening black Mercedes loudly screams into view, and grinds to a halt as quickly as it appears. As the driver door slowly opens, flashbulbs immediately begin firing off in the direction of the man stepping out of the car, and as he slams the car door behind him and turns to face the cameras, he flashes a wide, pearly white grin. He closes his mouth into a knowing, cocky smirk, before moving to the back of the car and opening up the boot before pulling out a shiny black briefcase with 'SULTAN OF SLEAZE' written across the front in bright blue marker pen. Alex Shelley lets out a sigh of contentment, before pushing his way through the crowd of photographers and pointing towards his face at a nearby worker who attempts to check his identification before letting him into the building. Not wanting to cause an incident, the doorman ushers him into the building, but before he takes so much as three steps inside, a frantic voice shouts his name, causing him to turn back abruptly.
Shelley looks Riley up and down with bemusement, before raising one finger in an attempt to request patience from his young former teammate. Riley nods, lifting up the mocha-choco-chino as some kind of weird, coffee related response before turning away. As soon as he does, Shelley sharply shakes his head at the doorman, who nods in acknowledgement as Shelley powers off down the corridor with his Money in the Bank briefcase clutched close to his side to find out who exactly he's been lumbered with in a team for the Cup, still partially questioning why Alex Riley was speaking to him. The Sultan slowly grinds to a halt outside of the TCW Management office, letting out a deep breath before looking up at the lists posted upon the noticeboard.
Shelley mutters out loud, trying to urge himself to look despite knowing it's impossible for anybody as good as him to be on the team, because nobody is as good as him. Tyler Breeze is the first name he comes to, and the Sultan can't help but muttering a derogatory term under his breath when he realises the first member of his team is somebody that he flat out hasn't hurt of. Moving up the list he soon reaches Curt Hawkins, and he is practically in facepalm mode already, cursing his hopes of winning the Cup before the matchmaking process even begins. With a sigh, he keeps going up and reaches Bray Wyatt, who, albeit a little bit *bleep*ing mental is pretty good in the ring and could arguably get some points in. Not a bad thing. EL LIGERO is next, and we're back into 'who the *bleep* is that' territory again. Shelley this time slaps his hand across his own forehead in frustration, shaking his head and not even looking interested in continuing on the list. He does however, and as he does so he stops, motionless, staring at the name. A smirk emerges onto his lips, before slamming his hand onto the noticeboard in some kind of attempt to make sure it isn't an optical illusion. He even sends his briefcase clattering to the ground as he drops it to wipe his eyes, making absolutely one hundred percent sure that what he is seeing isn't his mind and his desperation playing tricks on him. He grins even moreso than before, as he utters the name he is reading aloud with glee.
Shelley backs away from the noticeboard, before realising he no longer has his MITB briefcase firmly within his grasp, dropping down to one knee in order to pick it up and hold it close to his chest, still smirking at the good news he's just seen. He gets back up to his feet, and the camera is almost blinded as he spins around quickly and his glittering trenchcoat flows in the wind, sending purple and gold sequins flying all over the corridor as he storms down the corridor, following the signposts to his teams locker room, knocking stagehands and catering staff out of the way in order to not delay his reunion with one of the best superstars of all time, his excitement rising at the imminent reformation of possibly the greatest team in the history of sports entertainment. Two former World Heavyweight Champions, a former Undisputed Champion, reigning, defending Cup Champions, the great Awesome $leaze! Eventually, Shelley grinds to a halt outside a door with a glittering namesign plastered across it, the words Awesome $leaze almost leaping off of the door into the rooms of millions of viewers across the word. The Sultan of Sleaze lets out yet another deep sigh as he looks the door up and down, clutching his briefcase close to his chest before reaching out for the handle, pulling it down and pushing the door open. He walks into the room pensively, still not wanting to believe his luck. Looking around the room and not seeing a soul, his mood immediately drops, almost instantly assuming that he was right, and his mind was indeed playing tricks on him. He moves across the room and dumps his briefcase on the ground before taking a seat on one of the benches, and almost jumps out of his skin as he hears a voice bellowing from across the room at him.
Shelley sharply looks up towards where the sound has come from, and of course, standing in front of him with his arms in the air is his Awesome $leaze compadre, The Miz. Smiling broadly, Shelley leaps up to his feet and walks across the room towards Mizanin, embracing him in what can only be described as the Bro-Hug to end all Bro-Hugs. The embrace in fact lasts for a few seconds, and you sense that Shelley's relief at having somebody useful on his team is emanating from every pore at this point, not least somebody that he already has such a natural understanding with. Miz nods towards the briefcase, and Shelley smirks, almost forgetting that it's been over a year since these two men have been employed in the same organisation and that Miz wasn't in his corner during any of his recent achievements, Money in the Bank included. After a few moments of unspoken respect passing between the two men, Shelley takes a few steps backwards and sets himself down on the bench once again. He glances across at a TCW Cup poster, before looking back across at Miz, and smirking once more.
Miz smirks back at Shelley, before nodding his head forcefully as he reaches into his gym back and tosses Shelley a black t-shirt with 'Awesome $leaze' emblazoned across the front. Shelley chuckles, before setting it down on a nearby table and settling down for a long afternoon of reminiscing as the camera fades to black...
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Aug 20, 13 at 3:14pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread III
Undertaker - Heel
The live stream cuts to a corridor in which the cameraman is moving down towards the end. The sound of the cameraman's shoes click and echo quite noticeably as he makes his way around the corner and ready for Josh Matthews, standing beside a pretty plain looking door and who is awaiting to give an interview to one legendary superstar. Josh stands there with a friendly smile on his face and a plain white shirt, a blue bow tie with a blue suit on. He clears his throat preparing for his speech. Just as he does, the camera goes live.
Josh Matthews: Ladies and gentleman, I am here outside this locker room waiting for... Well I don't actually know. All I have been told is that this superstar is a legend within the business and fans worldwide, all over the internet on social networking sites have been speculating for the past few days who maybe behind this door.
Just as Josh finishes to take a grasp of air and talk some more, the door handle slowly moves down and the door begins to open. The creaking of the door sounds extremely rusted up. Just then, from out of the dark shadow, a very familiar figure arises, however, this particular person is sporting a very different look, a red bandanna, thick sunglasses, jeans, a blue sleeveless jean style jacket and this figure appears to be chewing some sort of tobacco.
Josh Matthews: Wow!, my God ladies and gentleman, it's the Phenom, The Undertaker!
Undertaker removes his shades and not looking impressed decides to spit some tobacco on Josh's shirt. Josh looks like he's about to cry and throw a fit. Josh thinks twice before speaking though as Undertaker has a very frightening frown upon his face.
Undertaker smirks as Josh has no idea where to look.
Josh Matthews: Welcome ugh, Undertaker...
Before Josh could say anything else or ask any questions, Undertaker shoves him on his ass.
Undertaker: Get the hell out of my face.
Undertaker turns his head and attention to the live feed camera.
Undertaker: As you may have noticed, the Taker is here and I'm going to claim my yard back. I've been sick and tired of staying quiet for so damn long and playing the role of some sort of being with mystical powers and boring everyone to death with my long ass entrance. That bullshit has come to an abrupt end. No more fancy pyrotechnics, no more fake lightening bolts and no more wanting to put on some sort of phony fairy tale show for all of you, because this bad ass son of a bitch right here, is going to be kicking more ass and doing things old school, just like a big ass Texan such as myself does.
Undertaker, steps back a little, cracks his neck and adjusts his bandanna, spits some more of his tobacco on the floor and has one final message.
Undertaker: It's pretty simple, it's time to find out who the phony tough is and see if anyone has a real set to get in the ring with this Undertaker. So TCW roster, I'm putting all of you on my hit-list and one by one, I will tear you all a new one, piece by piece and put your worthless carcasses through a beating like no other, now get the hell out of my damn face.
Undertaker shoves the camera man down to the ground and spits the rest of his tobacco all over the camera lens. The camera then fades put.
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Aug 20, 13 at 5:10pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread III
The following is a The Shape production. Enjoy.
The intellectual adventures of the world's manliest man.
Team Scholar: Sandow, Lesnar, Christian, Carlito, Rhodes, Aries
None of them say a word. With no other options, they instinctively follow the man who seems most comfortable in this new environment. Sandow paces ahead with Aries in tow, as the rest of the team slowly follow, treading carefully in the snow and looking around in disbelief. Soon they reach a crowd of people seemingly waiting in line for something. Sandow stops abruptly and turns on his heels, his words backed up by a grandiose wave.
Aries stands by his side, his hands clasped. The two of them smile and stare expectantly. The others keep searching for clues until it becomes clear one of them must break the silence.
Carlito: This place is cold...that's not cool.
Sandow's smile disappears in the face of this linguistic nightmare. Noticing this, Rhodes is quick to interject, still trying to shield his hair from the elements.
Rhodes: I think what our Caribbean friend is trying to say is what the hell are we all doing out here? I was told there'd be a luxury spa.
Carlito: He told Carlito there was a Russian supermodel waiting for him!
Rhodes: And by the looks of Brock here, he was about to engage in some kind of Rocky IV training regime in the mountains.
Lesnar offers a nod of recognition. Christian continues to mutter under his breath, refusing to make eye contact with anyone. Regaining his composure, Sandow continues.
Sandow: Gentlemen, these elaborate cover stories were but a quite necessary ruse. In this modern world where our every communique is countenanced by an agent of the state, you can never be too careful. Not least at the beginning...of a war.
He lets this word sink in, judging those gathered for their reactions. Cody and Carlito whiten in the face, Christian seems unsurprised. Lesnar virtually licks his lips.
Sandow: The conflict to which I am alluding, of course... is the TCW Cup. Four teams, four weeks. For glory, honor and recognition. Each and every one of you has been hand picked by myself to become a part of the collective that shall triumph in this great contest, a team whose very name reflects our never-ending thirst for knowledge and fulfillment. So here we stand - Team Scholar - united on our very first field trip. Here we begin a journey that offers the chance to pen our own names in the annals of history alongside other great citizens of the planet we all call home. Men like Vladimir Ilyich Lenin.
A dramatic pause. Brock and Carlito clearly have no idea who he's talking about.
Rhodes: Wait a minute, Damien...are you saying -
Still not making eye contact, Christian's mutterings get louder.
Christian: Lenin...Moscow...it all makes sense...he's a Communist, he's going to -
Sandow: Gentlemen, please. This is not a political excursion. This is a spiritual quest. We stand just minutes away from the mausoleum where Lenin's body has been kept embalmed for almost 100 years since his tragic demise. So if you will, please join me in a respectful silence as we follow the Moscow masses through this humble place.
Permitting no response, Sandow bows his head and turns away. The others exchange a few baffled looks but still have no better idea than following their newfound leader. With cameras not permitted inside the mausoleum, we see them enter in silence before emerging less than a minute later on the other side. Sandow attempts to exchange meaningful looks with each man, avoiding words until they are some distance away. Again, he abruptly stops, drawing suspicious looks from passing Moscovites who are much more appropriately dressed.
Sandow: Please, express yourselves as you wish.
Aries again stands at his side, staring expectantly at the others. Nobody speaks. Sandow, again, becomes irritated.
Sandow: Well? What did you all learn? Cody, you're a man of working class origin, please. Enlighten us on what you gleaned from this architect of revolution.
Rhodes: Well...uh...I guess he looks pretty good for a dead guy.
Sandow gives himself an almighty facepalm, causing Aries to intervene.
Aries: What our intellectual savior and I were trying to teach you is humility, the foundation of our team in this tournament. There lies a man who martyred himself in the name of his goal, a man who was willing to sacrifice everything to achieve what he desired. For this, he became an icon, he -
Sandow waves a cautionary hand as his counterpart gets carried away.
Sandow: Austin...Austin, Austin, please. Though you understand a great deal more than our allies, there is much you still have to learn. I'd hardly call dying from syphilis caught from a Parisian prostitute 'martyrdom'...
Carlito: Parisian prostitute? That's cool.
Sandow: That's not -
Christian: Montreal...the French are coming...
Rhodes: Couldn't we have had a field trip in Paris? I am in dire need of new shoes.
Sandow: Gentlemen, this is -
Brock's first word since they got off the plane sends shivers down every spine and causes a nearby elderly Russian lady to fall over in sheer terror. As passers by come to her aid, consider reprimanding the beast incarnate and then think better of it, the team wait for him to continue, but it isn't happening. With great trepidation, Sandow continues.
Sandow: ...Thank you, Mr. Lesnar. Now, if I may beg your indulgence for just a few moments further. The reason that we are here is simple - I had hoped it was something you would quickly infer, but alas, perhaps more work is needed than I first anticipated. What did you see on that great man's face, what gave it its definition, its unique profile, its gravitas? What do you see that makes me stand out from the crowd; why do you think it was Austin, and none of you, that I enlisted to put this trip together? What do we have that you don't?
Rhodes: Uhm -
Carlito: His eyes were closed...
Determined to prove himself, Aries speaks up again.
Aries: His beard! Damien and I...have beards!
Sandow's delight is visible, his gestures growing wilder with every passing word.
Sandow: His beard. Vladimir Ilyich Lenin's beard. It is that, gentlemen, which I wanted you all to see. It is that which proves this most important of points - beards are immortal. That beard, every day, behind closed doors, is pruned and cared for with more attention than the entire bodies of almost everybody else on this planet. The maintenance of that beard costs more money than most of the people in this country make in their lifetimes. Why? Because without that beard, Lenin is nothing! A nondescript, irrelevant man in no way distinguishable from anyone else in this city. Perfect, for the life of an underground revolutionary, but fatal for the durability of an icon.
Sandow: The four of you have been shivering since we arrived, but Austin and I are perfectly at ease. Why? Beards! From this point forward, that all must change. It is a prerequisite - a law - of membership of Team Scholar that none of you shave for the duration of this tournament. Should I catch any of you shaving, or even find you in possession of a shaving implement, there will be dire consequences. Because as I have proved today and shall prove throughout this tournament, there is no greater guarantor of success in this world than a well-kept, convincing beard.
He stops, out of breath, his final words utters as he turns away.
Sandow: You're welcome.
Away he walks, with Aries by his side. They get into a nearby limo and leave the others stranded next to the mausoleum, each dealing with their own concerns.
Rhodes: But I can't...
Only as the car drives away do they realise they have no idea how they're getting home.
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Aug 20, 13 at 6:58pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread III
Recent Events: After a few months' hiatus, TCW is back and is kicking off with the TCW Cup, and captaining his very own team is World Champion Dean Ambrose. Ambrose, nor his girlfriend AJ, have been heard from since he defeated Santino Marella to retain his title at Vengeance a few months ago. Time to meet the team...
The TCW Cup. What a spectacle. Just under a decade ago the idea was created, but already it is labelled as one of the greatest events in professional wrestling. The Royal Rumble, WrestleMania, and the The Cup are as clear an example of the Rule of Three you can find. These things are up and beyond a weekly episode, they are even a league ahead of Pay-Per-Views - these are events for which every superstar goes above and beyond his own limits to become a talking point for years to come, events which even people who gave up on pro wrestling when they turned ten years will old will tune in to, events which see legends return to participate. And that is no truer than this year. Not only have Rob Van Dam, Brock Lesnar and The Miz, to name a few, made comebacks for the cup, but with a two month hiatus now over, every superstar has returned, laced up their boots and been sorted in to four teams to compete for the TCW Cup. But that isn't necessarily a good thing...
The news, when it came, spread from lockerooms to the cafeteria, from the lowest superstar to the highest writers. It spread like wildfire - or more aptly put - a disease.
"Someone's gotta do it," the head roadie said - and not one of the workers budged. New guys who were scared enough, what with it being their first day, without having to do it, and guys who had been in this job for years, which made them wise enough to not volunteer stick their hand in the fire. "Christ," he sighed, but noticeably did not elect himself for the task, "Dean Ambrose is in the building, and someone's gotta deliver his ring gear to his locker-room," as he tossed the kitbag onto the ground.
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The camera opens on the sight of the World Heavyweight Champion, who looks no different than when he retained his title on the night of June 24th. As he walks along the corridor in his back is still hunched, his hair still greasy and completely unstyled, the World Title still shining on his shoulder and AJ Lee still alongside him. While she is wearing her typical outfit - a cropped 'Explicit Ambrose Violence' t-shirt, shorts, thigh high socks and converse shoes - Ambrose is wearing a plain white t-shirt and ripped stonewash jeans. AJ's usual sultry smile is not present, instead she has a rather worried look on her face, worried to say something wrong, and her usual means of transport - skipping - has been replaced for a shy shuffle, and so a stone cold silence is shared between them as they walk together. The silence is so vacant that it means every clip and clop of Ambrose's boots on the concrete floor echos, making the situation even more uncomfortable. Suddenly the couple come to a halt, and stare at something off-camera. The camera pans around to reveal a lockeroom door...
Ambrose stares at the plaque for a few more moments, tastes his teeth with his tongue, and then pushes the door open.
Eric Young: NO!
Daniel Bryan: YES!
The lockeroom of Team Psycho is, rather fittingly I suppose, totally out of control. While Ted DiBiase is calm, dressed in white suit of extravagant taste and sat on one of the two leather sofas with a copy The Huffington Post and a mug of something you can be sure isn't instant coffee, Eric Young and Daniel Bryan are in each other's faces, screaming.
Eric Young: NO!
Meanwhile, CM Punk sits on the arm of the sofa, laughing at the situation. Ambrose and AJ exchange a look at each other, and Ambrose raises an eyebrow.
Daniel Bryan: NO! For the last time, you are NOT the Team Captain, and for the last time, YES! I AM main eventing tonight!
Dean Ambrose: Are you sure about that?
The arguing meant that Ambrose and AJ's entrance went totally un-noticed, and everyone in the room turns to face the captain upon his questioning of Bryan. D-Bry turns away from Young and steps closer to Ambrose, staring at him. He answers resolutely.
The silence that follows is deafening. Bryan and Ambrose stare at one another, Eric Young and DiBiase both drawn in by the tension of the situation. After a few moments, the laugh of CM Punk is heard.
Bryan and Ambrose both turn to face the Straight Edged Superstar. He has his trademark toothy smirk as he stands up.
Punk, dressed in black shorts and a Gracie Jiu-Jitsu hoodie, bends down and picks up his kit bag and throws it over his shoulder.
His actions frustrate both the World Champion and his sultry spouse; Ambrose re-adjusts his title and and takes a deep breath through his nose, with AJ doing the same, seemingly using every inch of willpower she has to resist reacting to the label of crazy girl. Ambrose turns his attention away from Punk and back to Daniel Bryan, who is still staring right through him. Just as he so often does, Ambrose rolls his tongue around his mouth, as if he were tasting his teeth as he weighs up his thoughts. Time ticks terribly slowly as neither man speaks, until Ambrose slowly begins to shake his head, looking at the ground.
Daniel Bryan: You don't think I did that? You don't think I wrestled hour long matches for crowds made up of only family and friends? You don't think I had my parents' friends tut and roll their eyes when they heard I was going to be a wrestler? I had every asshole I told look me up and down - 'a wrestler, really?' - that's what they all said. They saw a 5ft 8 vegan who was going to waste his life - but I suplexed everybody in my way, I kicked the head off of anyone who doubted me, I made everyone, from 4ft 4 all the way up to 7ft 2, tap out. And tonight, I'm gonna step in that ring and prove myself right and everyone else wrong - I'm going to become the new Television Champion!
The fury is building on the face of Bryan, clearly getting worked up as he argues his point. Ambrose has a grimace on his face, sweeping his greasy hair off of his face and stepping forward, meaning only inches separate the two men.
Ambrose and AJ grin simultaneously, which sees an eruption of anger from The Bearded One. D-Bry tries to contain himself, but realising his captain's choice his final and he can't do anything about it, he storms out of the room, kicking the door off of it's hinges on his exit.
The power couple turn to see EY, who remained silent throughout the whole exchange, looking at the ground, avoiding all eye contact.
As an omniscient narrator, I'm pretty sure Eric Young is crying. The Canuck's eyes are glassy and watery, and he appears to be struggling to breathe as he inhales. Even AJ and Ambrose find this weird, but Eric is quick to dismiss it.
With that, EY charges out of the room quickly, stumbling on the fallen door on his way out. With Ambrose and AJ now alone, except DiBiase who is so caught up reading the latest Wall Street reports he may as well not actually be there. Ambrose takes a look around, checking out what Team Psycho's room consists out, but stops when a quiet voices comes from outside the room.
AJ and Ambrose glance at one another, struggling to recognise the voice. The World Champion makes his way over to the door, and sees that the man who spoke is a young road agent, holding Ambrose's gear. He stutters, paralysed by fear of being in the presence of Team Psycho's captain. He is not put at ease by Ambrose, who stares straight through him and holds his hand out. The road agent gulps and hands the bag over, and quickly disappears when the job is complete.
Dean Ambrose: What the hell did you just say?
Ambrose turns to see DiBiase has risen from his seat, rubbing his pink and white suit down to remove any creases. He bends down to tie the laces of his glistening shoes. Ambrose glares at him as he does so, far from impressed by the words of the young millionaire, and not in the mood for any more confrontations today.
Ambrose smashes his title belt off the skull of DiBiase! Ted falls back onto the ground, clearly seeing stars after that, and Ambrose climbs on top of him. He reigns several punches down on DiBiase, causing blood to pour from his probably broken nose.
Ambrose hits one final punch and then climbs off of DiBiase. AJ has a wide, sadistic grin on her face, clearly having gotten a lot of pleasure from watching that unfold. Ambrose seems much calmer now, and sweeps his hair from his face once again. He re-adjusts his title, looks down at the unconscious bloody pulp that no longer even resembles Ted DiBiase, and strolls out of the lockeroom, AJ skipping after him.
The camera pans to reveal Paul London sat in a swinging leather chair in the corner, wearing 3D glasses and stuffing his face with potato chips. He'd apparently been here all this time, but had gone completely un-noticed.
He pops a few more in, not realising the severity of the situation, as the cameras fade to black.
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