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| Speed & Cherry vs. Riddick & CHBK | |
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| Topic Started: Oct 5 2006, 04:04 PM (247 Views) | |
| Kassie Khane | Oct 5 2006, 04:04 PM Post #1 |
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The Real Speed & Greg Cherry vs. Adam Riddick & CHBK 2 RP Limit Deadline October 10, 2006 at 11:59 pm EST. |
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| The Real Speed | Oct 7 2006, 05:55 AM Post #2 |
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Spam God..The Shinigami of SCW, and better then you
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OOC- I wrote this out of pure boredom, and for Dillusion. Hope you enjoy the randomness. For the record, no I will not be mentioning this ever.. ever..ever again. And next rp we will pick up on Speed's adventure without mentioning any of this. But otherwise, enjoy my insane writings that make no sense or have a focal point. And to Greg.. I am only doing one rp this week, as it's Thanksgiving weekend. Meaning.. Speed= drunk.. very.. very... drunk. And Scarface came out so I gotta play that. HOLY SHIT I NEED SLEEP! But no sleep for Speed ![]() And on a side note, someone find me a new job. Tactical Warfare is quickly approaching, and Speed is clutching the World Title tighter then ever before. His match with Jay Gold was a quick reminder that he could lose it any day of the week, not just at the end of the month. And with the entire roster gunning for him, there isn't a damn person to trust. However, he finds himself with no other option then to fight alongside former PPV member Greg Cherry, as they take on Adam Riddick and Christian Saviour. Two of SCW's rising stars... ha ha yeah right. Two of SCW's resident jobbers, that have nothing better to do then make up cheesy gimmicks and try to be a bunch of bad asses with even worse hair. When we last left Speed, he was headed towards another destination alongside Carl and Jason. As we join them in the car, Speed is reminding everyone that he is the world champion.*** -- Speed- I'm the World Champion. Jason- Yeah.. I know. Carl- You've told us that about.. fifteen thousand times, in.. five minutes. Speed- But I'm the World Champion. Jason- Shut up. Speed- Wanna see something really cool? Remember how Zach Morris has his little time out move? Jason- Are you changing the topic to Saved by the Bell? Speed- Yeah.. anyways. Zach would always be like time out, and the entire world would just freeze. I think I can do that now. Check it out. TIME OUT! ***Sure enough, the car stops moving as Carl and Jason are frozen in time. Speed smiles his "I told you so" smile, as he speaks.*** Speed- Welcome to the first intermission of my adventure folks. I'm sure we're all enjoying it so far, but there comes a time where we need to stretch, get a drink, and maybe top up the munchies. Or as the infamous Monty Phython would say. "And now for something completly different". -- ***The Real Speed is standing in front of a giant movie screen with a remote control in his hand. As he turns around and faces the screen, he powers it on. A dvd menu pops up appropriatly titled "Speed's Life"*** Speed- I'm sure you all remember my old cameraman Robert. If you don't.. well it's not a matter of importance. He recorded me, and we we're supposed to make a DVD. However, shit happened and it never got released. And as of right now, only I have a copy of it. And since I can't just let it go to waste, I figured. Why not show the world what they missed. This next scene I'm about to show you, happened on our way to Oklahoma. Robert was heavy on doing my drugs, and we ended up having our truck stolen by a crack whore. Anyways, as we approached the city, things got a little out of hand and comical. See for yourself. ***Speed clicks on the "Oklahoma Smoking" option, and let's the scene play as the cameras zoom in for a better picture.*** -- ***When we rejoin Speed and Robert it is late that night. Their journey is almost over as Oklahoma signs point out their destination to be meer hours away. The sun has set and leaves only the night sky above them. The Real Speed has a lit cigarette hanging from his mouth as he quietly plays the college radio station. The only station coming in at the moment. Robert sleeps peacefully beside him, as a soft breeze rustles his hair. The Real Speed looks over at him before turning his attention back to the road. A little smile comes over his face as he enjoys the peaceful moment in his life.*** The Real Speed- Robert? You awake? ***No answer comes from Robert as he sleeps peacefully through the night. The Real Speed let's him sleep as his takes another drag from his cigarette. The radio is playing some techno dance music as The Real Speed shuts it off and rolls up the windows. He slows down his driving and reaches into his back pocket. Pulling out his wallet he opens it up and pulls out a pack of rolling papers and a small baggy of weed. Opening it up, he sprinkles a bit into the paper and lights it on fire. The sweet smell of pot fills the car. Almost immediatly Robert wakes up and expects The Real Speed to be holding a joint. Instead he finds that there isn't any weed, and tries to fall back asleep.*** The Real Speed- God damn, your a chron now ain't ya. Robert- Ughh. The Real Speed- Were almost there man, another hour or so. Robert- What.. nevermind. The Real Speed- What was that? Robert- Nothing... The Real Speed- We've been over this man, there's no such thing as nothing in our world. Speak your mind. Robert- What about the truck? The Real Speed- Chad called me earlier, they're both in Denver. No news on Candace yet. Robert- You think my gameboys alright? The Real Speed- Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if she pawned that shit for cocaine. Robert- Really? Aww man this sucks. The Real Speed- Hey, my weeds in there. To be fair I hid it on both of you. Robert- When you do that? The Real Speed- You guys were sleeping, I pulled over the truck and put it away. I know you man, always dipping into my stash. Robert- Bullshit. The Real Speed- You tried this mornin man, I was awake.. remember? Robert- This morning? The Real Speed *sigh*- Your gonna end up in rehab. Robert- You'll be with me. The Real Speed- Saddly, that's true. Look, there's a sign for Oklahoma. 20 miles, were going 80. 25 minutes. Robert- How did you do that? The Real Speed- 20 divided by 80, give's you a quarter. That's math man, I'm surprised you don't know it. Robert- Eh, I'm a dropout if you didn't know. The Real Speed- I didn't. In fact that makes me unsure as to how you got into reporting. Robert- Rich Dad. Pulled some strings for me as a teenager. The Real Speed- So you've been rich all along? Robert- No, I was disowned last year when I made nothing of my career. At least now I can sit back and say Fuck The World. The Real Speed- Ah.. FTW. The memories that surrond that word. You proably don't remember but almost 4 years ago when I came back to North America, I joined SCW. A few months later they fired me only to rehire me about half a year later. I came in, stole the World Title, owned half the company, and formed Fuck The World. Of course once again I was fired only to be rehired, but it was so much fun to rule everything. Robert- That's when I started covering wrestling... I remember everything that happened. From Mr.White being thrown out by you, to Mr.Drachewych publically firing you. The Real Speed- I showed them didn't I? Robert- Heh yeah, brought the honour to your name... then got schooled by Drachewych with a public firing. Speed- Yeah well.. he got what he deserved this year.. Robert- Exit coming up, Oklahoma is here man. We made it! The Real Speed- Fuckin right, it was a fun ride down here though. Minus a few setbacks. -- ***The Real Speed pulls into the main lane that heads to downtown Oklahoma. The city lights can be seen clearly, as the two drive down the road. A few houses on the outskirts are seen, as the lights get brighter. Finally coming into civilization, they pass by numerous bars and nightclubs.*** The Real Speed- You up for a drink or two? Robert- Nah, we can get that at the hotel. The Real Speed- We could score some weed. Robert- Meh, if it ain't the shit you got, then it ain't the shit I'm smoking. The Real Speed- A wise chronic you are. Never buying skunk. Look, theres our hotel. ***The Real Speed pulls into the parking lot of a high class hotel. Parking his new lexus underground, he get's out and locks the door with an EEE EEE sounds. Speed and Robert head up to the lobby where they grab their keys and hop back in the elevator. The top floor is their destination, in the VIP rooms.*** The Real Speed- O yah, elevator music. And a VIP room. You know you've made it when.. you get some good fuckin' assistance and free grabs at the candy bar. O yeeaaahhh. Robert- Ok then Mr.Savage. The Real Speed- Mr.Sarcastic Tone strikes again. Dun dun dun. ***The elevator dings to let Speed and Robert off. They head down the hall to their room, and upon opening it, find it to be just as they imaigned. Two beds, plasma screen tv, open candy bar, and a brand new camcorder on the dresser. Robert heads to the candybar and picks out a caramilk bar.*** The Real Speed- What the fuck are you doing? Robert- Having a caramilk man. These things are the shit. The Real Speed- You know caramilk bars are my favourite. Robert- So what? It's free. The Real Speed- Your eating my favourite candy bar. I've killed for less. New rule, don't touch my caramilk bars. That's worse then touching my weed. Robert- Fine. *tosses Caramilk to Speed* The Real Speed- Thank you, but feel free to eat the Crunchies. I hate them. Robert- SPONGE TOFFEE!!!!! The Real Speed- God damn, I'll set up for the promo then while you raid the candy. Don't get a sugar high though, you know how that makes you rambuncous. O fuck, I sound like a parent now. I'll just shoot you up with ritalin. -- ***We return back to Speed in his movie theatre setting, and he is laughing his ass off.*** Speed- Don't touch my caramilk bars or I'll kill you. Ha ha.. boy was I ever a funny one. Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed that special screening of one of many hilarious skits that Robert and I ended up recording. Send me money, and I might send you the DVD so you can view the rest. Goodnight folks.. and good morning to the rest. -End rp- |
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| CHBK | Oct 9 2006, 10:56 PM Post #3 |
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The epitome of SCW
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OOC: Sorry, strapped for time. If I have time tomorrow, I'll get something else up. With only a few days until what will be the most hard fought SCW Championship match in the history of the business, the Canadian Heartbreak Kid finds himself a last minute replacement in the main event for Breakdown, teaming with Adam Riddick and facing Greg Cherry and his newest rival, the SCW Champion, The Real Speed. However, the Canadian Heartbreak Kid has been concerned with a completely different task at hand and that is the recovery of his kidnapped daughter. The scene opens up in the mansion of the Canadian Heartbreak Kid where CHBK is sitting in his study, in front of his computer and on the phone attempting the get the latest news concerning Skylar Desoubrais’ kidnapping. CHBK: “Yes I know….That’s great. Keep looking…..Let me know if you hear of anything.” CHBK hangs up the phone and sits back placing his hand over his eyes and slowly running his hand through his hair and attempting to relax. Suddenly, footsteps are heard and Alex Desoubrais Jr. walks up the steps and turns towards his old room. CHBK: “Alex!” Alex stops and turns around before walking to the door. Alex: “Yeah dad?” CHBK: “Come here.” Alex enters the study and walks up to the desk. CHBK stands up. CHBK: “What the hell do you think you were doing on Breakdown?” Alex Jr.: “What?” CHBK: “You went right out and beat the living hell out of Harley on live television.” Alex Jr.: “He has Skylar and won’t tell us where she is!” CHBK: “Yeah. However, you know told him that we’re on his ass and you’ve possibly compromised the investigation. Suppose he does have Skylar….will kicking his ass get her back sooner?” Alex Jr. just stays quiet. CHBK: “So because you were too busy kicking someone’s ass, we could’ve been using the time to legitimately ask what he knows and see how much bullshit he’s trying to feed us. But no, you had to beat his ass. Thank God we didn’t bring a gun to the show or else you’d probably be in jail right now getting close to a guy named Bubba.” Alex Jr.: “Are you telling me you didn’t want to kick his ass? I know you’re not God. You had to want to pound him to the ground.” CHBK: “Yeah. But I’m not going to do it if it risks my daughter and your sister’s safety.” Alex Jr. yet again goes silent. CHBK: “Alex. I don’t know about you, but I remember two years ago when the Mercs had Skylar and mom. I don’t need that starting again. I’m going to handle it my way and you better just not screw it up.” Alex Jr.: “I just wanted Skylar back too.” CHBK: “That’s good and all, but common sense is good to have too.” Alex is quiet for a few moments before looking up at his father. Alex Jr.: “By the way, at Tactical Terror, I’m facing Harley in a match.” Alex Jr. exits the study as CHBK looks up and clearly isn’t happy at all. He then sits down and gets another phone call. CHBK picks up the receiver and leans forward. CHBK: “Hello.” The SCW Owner is on the other end. Drachewych: “Hey Alex.” CHBK: “Sorry. Can’t talk right now. I have a different issue to deal with.” Drachewych: “I realize that, however, you have to know that you are replacing Christian Savior on Breakdown.” CHBK: “Whoa…why?” Drachewych: “Wanted to take the night off.” CHBK: “Oh God….” CHBK just hangs up the phone and leans back. CHBK: “God I love the idiots that work at SCW these days. I’m clearly more preoccupied with something else and I’m here to replace Christian Savior because he’s probably too much of a pussy to go to the match and lose yet again. Either way, I’m not going to be like some of these others guys who just decide to half ass it when they get to the ring. I’m not like some of these other guys who show up at the show last minute, because they are a last minute replacement, wrestling a match just to make the fans happy. Either way, I’m sorry, but I’m doing this more or less for an ulterior motive now.” “You may be wondering what the hell that could be given the fact I just found out about the match sixteen seconds ago. But given that the match has The Real Speed in it, it doesn’t take a genius to figure out what I will be using Breakdown as an opportunity for. You see, I have yet to take full revenge for your little cowardly attack a couple of weeks back during our superkick challenge, where I clearly schooled your ass. You thought you needed to hit me from behind with the SCW Championship. Good for you. You may as well use the belt as your best friend as often as you can, since we all know you’re screwed come Tactical Warfare and the War Games match.” “But hold on tight to that belt while you can. Hell, this week on Breakdown, you may not break a sweat. I’ll just have to hit one kick and you’ll be down and out and my job is done. Riddick can take over, unless he decides to take off like a pussy like his brother. I don’t care if the two are my tag partners come War Games. I really don’t care. They’ve choked every other time they’ve been at the big dance so we may be better off without them and their lame attempts at getting the crowd to follow them. I have the crowd following me out of respect. They have it because they act like two college kids who were beaten over the head with a hammer.” “But enough about the devolution of wrestling. I’ll make it clear. I don’t want to be in the ring this week. Not because of cowardice but because I have other crap to deal with. Family comes first and you all know it. Hell, I don’t care if people see this as a weakness. I know the truth and that is really all that matters. Cherry, Speed, Riddick, go ahead and point it out. Be concerned if you’re Riddick, or be arrogant if you’re Speed or Cherry. I don’t care. Do whatever you want to make you sleep well at night. I’ll be at Breakdown but I’m there to make an impact and not win a match. I’ll spend my night searching for my little girl and then come out and dim Speed’s lights and my job will be done.” Suddenly there is another ring at the phone. CHBK quickly answers it. CHBK: “Yes?” There is a bit of a pause as CHBK gets increasingly angry. CHBK: “No I don’t want to save money on my car insurance. Screw off.” CHBK slams the phone down and leans forward a little bit before getting up. CHBK: “I need a beer….” CHBK then walks out of the study as the scene fades to black… |
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| Adam Riddick | Oct 10 2006, 08:31 PM Post #4 |
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OOC: Like CHBK, im totally out of it this week. Goddamn thanksgiving. You eat turkey...and you get sick. what could be better? What I ask you!? Consider that! <_< Thanksgiving Aftermath |
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