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| Michael Carrington vs. The Real Speed | |
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| Topic Started: Jul 13 2006, 12:45 PM (148 Views) | |
| Mr. D | Jul 13 2006, 12:45 PM Post #1 |
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The SCW Owner and Leader of the Nation of Moderation
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Singles match 1 RP Limit unless agreed to more. |
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| The Real Speed | Jul 15 2006, 02:36 AM Post #2 |
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Spam God..The Shinigami of SCW, and better then you
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I must be losing my mind. I mean, how else could I invision myself losing to someone as low class as Dillusion? I don't know though, Oleksa insists that I lost, and that it was a pretty bad performance on my part. And then on top of everything, Killjoy wants to see which on of us is more hardcore. Rise to Greatness, I have to overcome the ULW hardcore legend, so make my claim to be correct. Fuck. This is going to be a long month. -- The morning after Breakdown. ***Speed is lounging around in his boxers and drinking a beer, as he watches some classic Bugs Bunny on television. Bugs runs across the screen in drag as Speed chuckles a bit.*** DO DO DO DO NA NA DO DO DO DO NA NA DO DEE DO (Batman theme.. yeah not really, but imagine it) Speed- Batman? What the fuck? ***Speed's phone starts vibrating around on his glass table, and nearly falls off. Grabbing it quickly, he flips it open and answers.*** Speed- STATE YOUR NAME AND REASON FOR CALLING ME AT THE SOUND OF THE BURP!........ BUURRRPPPP! Phone- .... Speed- Hello? Anyone there? Phone- Speed? Speed- Yeah, it's me. Who's this? Phone- Oleksa Drachewych. Speed- Mr.D, what's up Doc? Olek- Well I was doing some paperwork and realized that Encore is hosting a special interfederation tournament. All my other superstars are busy, so I was wondering if maybe you could help me out. Speed- What do I have to do? Olek- Just show up, and try to win the Encore Championship. Speed- Uhh.. sure. Olek- O, and one more thing. You have a match next week against Michael Carrington. Speed- Who? Olek- Apparntly you were racist to him earlier in the week. Mistook him for an arena worker and demanded he get you a coffee. Speed- Doesn't ring a bell, but does remind me to stop drinking on the job. Olek- You drink on the job? Speed- Don't you? Olek- Ugh.. goodbye Speed. I don't have the time to talk with you. Speed- Typical Oleksa, always leaving me when the conversation is just getting started. ***Speed flips his phone off, and resumes watching Bugs Bunny serenade some mexicans while wearing drag.*** Speed- Bugs, you are one sick mother fucker. -- Speed- Carrington, carrington, carrington. Where the hell is this guy's information? ***Speed is on his laptop activly searching for the name Michael Carrington and bringing up nothing on a professional wrestler. He hadn't even seen the guy wrestle a match on Breakdown yet.*** Speed- This better not be some sort of joke from Oleksa. I will kill him if it is. Then I'll steal his shoes again. Ha ha, I wonder where those are these days? -- Thousands of miles away, in the Aztec ruins, an excavation team has found a locked box. Carefully opening it, there is a pair of dress shoes inside. Excavator 1- What the hell is this? Excavator 2- It looks like the Aztecs, wore dress shoes. Excavator 1- There's a name inscribed into the box. It says, Mr.Drachewych was owned by Speed. Excavator 2- An ancient God had owned there leader? Excavator 1- It seems so. We have discovered an ancient Aztec secret. Were going to be famous. Excavator 2- Are you thinking what I'm thinking? Excavator 1- Only if your thinking about dancing in the middle of these Aztec ruins. Excavator 2- You got it! -- Speed- Ah well, it proably won't make a difference if anyone finds them anyways. ***Giving up on Breakdown information, Speed types in Michael Carrington SCW Wrestler Hostility. Google promptly pulls up his information. Slapping a hand to his face, and wiping it away slowly, Speed groans.*** Speed- O hell no. I am not facing some Hostility wrestler trying to make his big break on Breakdown. Fuck you Oleksa, I hope you burn in hell while Satan rips your asshole open with a hot fire poker, and then pours the semen of a million diseased africans into your eyes. ***Pulling up a picture of Carrington, Speed looks on in fright.*** Speed- SHIT! Now I'm a racist. I remember this guy now. He said something about me being a damn cracker that needed an attitude adjustment. Makes sense as to why Olek would put me in this stupid match. Proably had a lawsuit on his ass. O well, I guess I should cut a promo for this. -- The Promo. ***Sitting in his promo chair, also known as an EZ Boy, Speed reclines it and takes a drink from his beer. He is wearing a pair of pants now, but remains shirtless as the sunlight comes in from behind him, creating an almost godlike glow.*** Speed- Michael Carrington, nice name. You seem to be a hard to find character though, I guess you never really hit the big times until lately. Welcome to SCW I guess. We are one of the top companies in America and I would like to say that I'm one of there best wrestlers. Self proclaimed statement of course. As most people would tell me, what have you done around here? The answer is not much, other then establish myself as a good wrestler. You proably watched Breakdown last week, and laughed it up with the rest of the boys over Dillusions upset victory over me. But yeah know what? That's ok. I don't expect you to say anything more then the lines of, how great you are compared to me, how your going to beat my ass all over the ring and make your name in SCW, and how I lost to someone as low class as Dillusion. But whatever. I expect to hear that for the next few weeks anyways. That's the problem with all the guys in SCW. They don't know the first thing to trash talking someone. But I'd like to get a few things straight with you before you come out all guns blazing. Number one, I am not your hoe, your bitch, or some wigger. Number two. No, I will not buy drugs off of you, I already have my own stash. And Number 3, I know your from the streets and you came from rags to riches. That's a nice achievement, but it means shit to me. I've been on top of the money mountain, it's not all it's cracked up to be. So now, with all that put into place. You can say whatever the hell you want. Just don't be to cliche with it, will ya? Speed- But onto more pressing matters here with you Michael. I'm more concerned about your wrestling ability then your personal life. So when you come out from the back, all bling blinging, and flashing your cash. While the fans chant "Silkk", I'll be there smiling. Hell, I'll be laughing all the way to the bank. Why? Because while your out there showbouting, and trying to sell a few t-shirts. I'm not doing anything. I'm showing up for five maybe ten minutes at tops, and walking to the parking lot. I'll be driving non stop to San Diego, where the most brutal, and violent match in SCW history will take place. Now I'm sure your smiling about this, because it shows that I'm not paying attention to our little match. And just like last week against Dillusion, my lack of attention will lead to my downfall, yadda yadda yadda. Right? Wrong. You see Silkk.. I can call you that right? Either way, I will. You see Silkk, I'm the type of guy that makes mistakes. I'm human after all. Apparntly last week, I did lose. I don't recall why, or how. But I did. I wasn't the least bit sober, and I was more focused on other things in my life. But I made one mistake that I have never made before. And just like every other mistake I have ever made, I learn from them. And I never make them again. I didn't underestimate Dillusion as some would like to think. I didn't just want to get the hell out of the building and go home, as others have suggested. I simply half assed my way through the match, and it lead to my downfall. Shit happens, I got over it. Now SCW just needs to get over it, instead of holding it high on there mighty "things to remember and laugh about forever" list. Speed- But you Silkk, you might be different. Your new here, your not infected with the SCW disease that limits your mentality to bringing up stupid shit from the past, or making up a false future. Maybe you understand that nobody cares about that, and the only thing you need to talk about, train for, and do.. is in the present. You take things week by week here in SCW. Hell, one week you could be on top. The next week, you could be sitting on the sidelines, watching the guy you beat last week, go on to win the World Title. Anything can happen in SCW, I just go with the flow. But then again, your the same as the rest. Just another arrogant newcomer that won a title here and there, had a bit of fame, and came to the big leagues. No doubt your going to disregard me, and listen to all the boys in the back about how I'm nothing and never was. But the funny part is, half the boys in the back that you're listning to.. never main evented Rise to Greatness in there entire carreer here. I did that, and even though I lost, I still did what only a handful of superstars have ever done. Those same people who claim that I'm not shit around here, are the ones that are still overshadowed by me. Don't understand what I'm saying? I didn't think you would. I don't think anyone will, at least not until after Rise to Greatness this year. After I go to hell and back with Killjoy, the entire world will bear witness to greatness. They will all praise, hail, and appreciate The Real Speed once more. And you Silkk, will be just another guy on the sidelines watching. Now can I say I'm excited to be facing you? No, in fact I'll be honest with you. I don't care if you go missing and the entire CIA is out trying to locate you. It just makes it an easy win for me if that happens. That's what I care about. I care about getting the pinfall, submission, or disqualification victory, and heading to Rise to Greatness. Speed- Which brings me to another person, so if you could hold on for just a moment Silkk, I would like to address Killjoy. The ULW hardcore legend himself. You personally chose me Killjoy, I like that. You see what others overlook. You know that I can get hardcore on any given night. But Rise to Greatness. Now that's a night where hardcore becomes my first, middle, and last name. I have no problems with you Kill, I can call you that right? Anyways, I have no problem with you, or this match. I look at it, as nothing more then one hell of a challenge, and the most intense and excrutiating pain I've felt in years. You wanted someone other then the traditional SCW moron, you got it. I'm growing sick and tired of them to. So let's give them a show worthy of denouncing CHBK and Shawn Winters as the true main event, let's Rise to Greatness through broken tables, barbed wire, pints of blood, and broken bones. I'll see you in San Dieago. Speed- But back to you Slikk. What's left to say? Other then on Breakdown, I will be there. I will wrestle you, and I will give it my all. Will I win? Proably, but you could surprise me. So bring your A game, or even your B+ game if you want. I'll bring my D game, and show you a thing or two about wrestling. Until then, just keep my name out your mouth and everything should be fine. So as they say in the hood.. peace out homie? Or is it, I'm rolling on dubs? I don't know, either way, I'll see you on Breakdown. ***Speed wanders off from the camera as the feed ends.*** -- Trouble at the airport ***Speed is walking into the airport to head to Breakdown, and is carrying a box with BOMB written on it. Getting up to the desk, he talks to the ticket provider.*** Speed- Yeah I'd like a ticket to transport this BOMB to Omaha. Ticket Provider- Umm... *rapidly pressing the security button* sure, if you could just wait a few moments. Speed- I don't know how much time I have, this BOMB really has to be on that plane. Ticket Provider- Well that flight isn't leaving for another hour, *nervously glancing around for security* so if you could just wait a few moments longer. *rapidly pushes the button again.* Speed- Ok, I just can't wait to release this BOMB on the world, ya know I made it myself eh? ***Suddenly two security gaurds walk up behind Speed and seize him by the arms.*** Speed- What the hell is going on? Guard 1- Sir please place the bomb on the ground carefully and walk away. Speed- YOU CAN'T STEAL MY BOMB! I WON'T LET YOU! *The second guard pulls out his handgun and aims it towards Speed.* Guard 1- Put it on the ground, or we will shoot. Speed- This is a violation of my rights damn it. *places the BOMB on the ground.* Guard 1- Call the bomb squad, tell them we have a potential live one. Clear the area. ***The guard handcuffs Speed and drags him off to a secluded location, as many passengers start running around in panic while security tries to maintain order.*** -- Interrogation Room. ***The typical dark room with two shadowy figures and Speed tied up in a chair while a bright white light is shined over his eyes, is our setting.*** Interrogator- Why did you have a bomb? Speed- I built it from scratch, I just wanted to take it to Omaha with me. What's the problem? Interrogator- Dave you better take this one. Dave- No problem John. *punches Speed in the gut* THE MAN ASKED YOU A FUCKING QUESTION! WHY DID YOU BRING A BOMB TO THE AIRPORT? Speed- FUCK YOU! IT'S MY INVENTION AND YOU CAN'T HAVE IT! Dave- *punches Speed again* ARE YOU RETARDED? DON'T YOU KNOW ABOUT THE TERRORISTS?! DID YOU ACTUALLY THINK THEY WOULD LET YOU ON WITH A BOMB! Speed- I'm Canadian for fucks sake, I'm no terrorist. And it's just a fucking BOMB.. what's the issue? Dave *backhands Speed across the face and follows up with another backhand* John, get bomb squad on the phone. We have a silent one here. John- Make him talk, I'll go get bomb squad. -- Bomb Squad on the Phone BSquad- We have identified the package. It's not a bomb, false alarm. John- Phew, good. This guy won't talk though, did we run a scan on him? BSquad- One of the witnesses recognized him as professional wrestler The Real Speed. This guy has gotten out of every charge ever laid before him. Apparntly he has a team of good lawyers. All we can charge him with is disruption of the peace, and conspiracy of terrorism. John- What was in the package? Maybe we can get one of those to stick to him for good. BSquad- A backpack full of beer. John- What the hell? I'm going to go ask him about this. I'll call you back. -- Back in the interrgoation room. John- What does BOMB stand for? Speed- Beer on my back. Why? John- This.. is your invention? Speed- Yeah, pretty cool eh. You put it on your back, and you can have beer whenever you want. John- Why did you waste our time? Speed- I didn't.. I just wanted to transport my beer to Omaha, to prove that it works. And maybe have a beer or two when I landed. John *slapping hand to forehead* Get him the hell out of here before I punch him to. Dave- Fuckin' idiot. - End rp. |
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| Silkk | Jul 17 2006, 12:01 AM Post #3 |
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I'm A Walkin' Legend...
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Real Speed you try so hard to be funny...hmmmmmmm........Heres my rp...Good luck Speed... http://www.geocities.com/michealcarrington/SCW/SCW4.html |
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