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| Cruze, Wheeler & Francesca vs. Cid, Exeter,Hodges | |
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| Topic Started: Aug 22 2007, 08:04 PM (331 Views) | |
| Kassie Khane | Aug 22 2007, 08:04 PM Post #1 |
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Orlando Cruze, Jason Wheeler & Francesca vs. Cid Turner, James Exeter & Matt Hodges Quarter-Finals and Semi-Finals will be held on August 29, 2007. Finals will be held on September 5, 2007. Winning team will see each member be able to get any match, any stipulation, against anyone on the roster whenever they wish. RP Limit: 2 RP PER PERSON (with a total maximum of 6 per team) DEADLINE: 11:59 pm EST Tuesday, August 28, 2007 Good LuckEveryone! |
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| Mr. D | Aug 28 2007, 01:21 AM Post #2 |
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A six hour extension has been granted at the request of Matt Hodges. All members of the match are able to use it. |
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| Francesca | Aug 28 2007, 06:24 PM Post #3 |
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Thats great news ... considering my net has been down all damn week ... assuming my shitty net will cooperate with me .. i'll get one up tonight ... hopefully some of the others will too <_< |
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| Matt Hodges | Aug 29 2007, 12:13 AM Post #4 |
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Yeah. really bad, I know. Just click and don't comment on it. It'll hopefully be less pitiful next week. |
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| Francesca | Aug 29 2007, 01:03 AM Post #5 |
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OOC: Not my best work by far, I know, but i didnt hve much to go with, and I have been gone a while ... hopefully I can get a feel for Francesca quick. Good luck everyone, hopefully the toher four will post one soon 17:35 CST -- 28 August, 2008 The cool night air blows in from the east, as the moon shines down, reflecting in the small pool just outside the penthouse apartment of Francesca Devine. She is sitting in her wingback chair, at her lavish mahogany desk, watching some old clips of wrestling tapes from previous SCW events. Francesca - So this is what I have to do? Doesn’t look all that hard. Her eyes lock back on the wall mounted LCD screen across the room and fast forwards to some footage of Cid Turner and his band of goons. She watches for about 20 minutes, almost statuesque in appearance. Not moving a single muscle as she studies her opponents for her upcoming debut match. Francesca - Doesn’t look all that tough really, you just move fast and don’t let the other guy get you down. Simple! Don’t get me wrong, I am sure these guys make it look a little easier than it really is, but how hard can it be. After all, if my husband can do it, anyone can. She pauses for a second. Francesca - That reminds me …. She pulls her phone from her pocket and makes a call. Francesca -- Any luck locating Mr. Desoubrais? Sam - Yes, but I assure you, Mr. Desoubrais had nothing to do with it. I’ve talked with him a couple times, and he is telling the truth. He knows nothing. Francesca - I’m telling you Sam, one of them knows something. They all hated him. And all he did was help them. We’ll get more into the Desoubrais Family later. We also need to locate Scott Phelps, Clarissa St. Cloud and Donovan Kayl. Sam - I’m one step ahead of you. Clarissa has moved back to the states. She resumed her practice as Assistant D.A. in some backwoods Mississippi town. Francesca - Wow. I guess he was telling the truth about her, she really is smart. Sam - Indeed she is. Moving along, Scott Phelps has been incarcerated for multiple charges of racketeering, extortion, and money laundering, and is currently being investigated for tax evasion by the IRS. So getting in touch with him isn’t going to be all that easy. Francesca - A man with a rap sheet like that, we need to do all we can. Pay someone off. He sounds like the kind of man that could have made my dear husband disappear. Sam - I’ll see what I can do. Francesca - Not to mention, he has the best motive. My husband did steal his company from him. Phelps Enterprises is one of Canada’s biggest growing companies in the past three quarters. They have turned profit the past two. Clarissa really turned that place around for us. Sam - And as for Donovan Kayl, he has aligned himself with Skylar Desoubrais and is working in SCW development territory, Majestic Wrestling. Francesca - No shit! Then I shouldn’t have too much of a problem getting in touch with them and kicking up some dirt. Sam - Just be careful, dear. Donovan and Skylar aren’t exactly trustworthy. After all, Mr. Kayl is an old associate of your bear husband. And other than Clarissa, he seemed to align himself with people who were just as underhanded as he was. Francesca - Are you saying my husband was a crook? Sam - Not exactly, he just didn’t make a lot of friends while he was in SCW. He crossed a lot of people. The culprit could be a number of people. Francesca - I see your point. Sam - I’ll stay in touch. I’ll give you a call and touch base with you just before Breakdown. Francesca - Thanks a million, Sam. Once we find my dearest Waylon, I’ll owe you … BIG TIME! She hangs up the phone and heads for bed. 06:00 29 August, 2007 BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP is all that can be heard as the annoying alarm goes off in Francesca’s bedroom. She quickly hops to her feet and shuts it off. Francesca - Ah, what a beautiful day. She heads off to shower and get dressed., about 30 minutes pass and she comes out of her master bath dressed for success. A black three piece business suit with a slit on the left side of the skirt almost to her waist. The white undershirt is barely covering her chest, and the 5 inch stiletto heels are impossible to miss. She gives herself a once over as she passes the mirror. Francesca - Simply divine! She heads into the kitchen and starts to make herself a bowl of fruit for breakfast, as she starts to talk to herself. Francesca - Wow. Today is the big day. My debut in SCW. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a bit worried about the match, after all my partners aren’t exactly top draws in SCW. But then again, my opponents aren’t exactly Chad Evan’s gift to wrestling either! First we have Cid Turner, the self proclaimed “King” of SCW. This guy is about as entertaining as watching the grass grow outside the penthouse. He can barely put sentences together without coming off sounding like a retard with a hair-lip. Sure he might be able to wrestle, but that’s all he has going for him at the moment. I’ll easily out-wit him. So “King” Turner I don’t really see as much of a threat. Then there’s James Exeter. One of SCW’s up and coming stars fresh out of the Majestic thing. So really how tough can he be? Not to mention he had to align himself with Hodges and Turner. He’s riding on the coat-tails of his partner and his Royal Hiney, Cid Turner. Yet another that poses no real threat to my victory. Alas we come to the “brains of the group”. Matt Hodges. A real man’s man, if you will. Yeah sure. This guy has his head shoved so far up his own ass, that he can see what he eats before he chews it. Seriously, save myself the pain and stay out of the ring? Sure, whatever you say. Make you some “Rice Crispy Treats”? Not really my forte’, junior. I’m rich, I have servants for that. And as far as sucking your dick? Yeah. You’d have to dig it out of Turner’s ass first. You cant seriously believe that I would come to this company and sign up to compete and not know how to defend myself do you? She sighs to herself. Francesca - What a sad group of people. Like three peas in a really idiotic pod. The “Three Stooges” of SCW. I’m confident enough in my two partners that we should be able to overcome whatever little advantage you think you might have. After all, Wheeler is the only five time SCW Champion. I’ve heard stories from Waylon about some of his bouts. Truly magnificent he said, a work of art. Orlando Cruze is no slouch in the ring either. Sure he might brag a bit about winning important matches elsewhere, but Drachewych wouldn’t keep him around if he was this talent less jobber as you claim. So get your facts straight, jack-ass, or do I need to come read the history books to you. I’m sure it shouldn’t be that hard to translate into the cave-man mentality you seem to have. She takes a few bites of her fruit. Francesca - So, Team Turner, you need to ask yourself one question? Can we hold it together long enough to get the “easy win” over the two “washed-up, talent less has-been’s” and the “woman who needs to know her place”? Honestly I don’t think so. The two of you are more worried about pleasing Cid than you are about preparing for what is coming to you later this evening. And that’s a Royal Ass Kicking. Kind of fitting actually, a beating fit for a King, and that king is King Turner. Hodges, Exeter we wont leave you out either, I assure you. You’ll have your fair share. And when all is said and done, and Wheeler, Cruze and myself score the victory over you three idiots, you will see that your team isn’t all its cracked up to be. You will see that you aren’t the “superstars” you claim to be. And your only claim to fame will be losing in the opening round of the Trio’s Tournament. And to make matters worse, losing to a woman and two has-beens. How pathetic. We’ll see your ass at Breakdown. And fair warning boys …. It’s not below me to fight a little dirty. The scene fades as she tosses her bowl into the sink. |
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| Faust | Aug 29 2007, 03:22 AM Post #6 |
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OOC: No way is this my best work. Had it done yesterday, found out about the extension and tried to make it better. Sorry but after running around this week in preparation for school, and not knowing ANYTHING about my partners, this was as good as it gets this week. Sorry. Doesnt help to have a bit of writers block cause your tired. Thanks to Francesca for posting:). ----------------------------------------------------------- What can I say? Nothing... In truth... nothing can be said now... We can only move on from here. I do not wish to reminisce upon the new SCW champion. Nothing can change what is now in the past... I will say one thing to he who now sits on high... Do not get comfortable. You sit on borrowed time upon a stolen throne. A throne that knows only one true master... Chad Evans... you are not that master. -------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------- Act I Overkill Mere Moments After Breakdown “FUCK! That felt good!” The thought kept repeating itself in the head of the former SCW champion as he strode through the curtains. His shoulder stung like the dickens but nevertheless, he felt better than ever. What had just transpired in that ring... it was rarer than a title shot... rarer than a title WIN... and even rarer than him falling in love. Finally... and at long last... Jason Wheeler had managed to shut the Real Speed... up! Not just shut him up, Wheeler had flat out destroyed him, driving him through two tables with a picture perfect Blood Lust. Folded him in half like an accordion. He wasn’t flapping his big mouth after that. As Wheeler dried the sweat from his brow with a towel one of the security guys gave him, he wondered if he had seriously injured the smart mouth bastard. For months he had listened to Speed go on... and on... and on about absolutely nothing important. He was like a comedy routine with no punch line. Luckily for him, Wheeler had introduced him to a punch line just moments ago. His shoulder hurt, sure, but it was a good price to pay for the smiting. Speed was gonna feel that one for a while. Sadly, it was not a fully triumphant night. Demeter had shown she was not ready for the wrestling ring and was soundly defeated by Calvan Greene. The Anti Hero hadn’t seen her since he left to attack Speed. He glanced around for her... nothing. Didn’t really matter, she would find him. She - - His thought was cut in half by a razor sharp pain that sliced through his brain. He clutched his head tightly and ran. It took every ounce of control not to cry out. He had left his flask in his locker room. It wasn’t too far. Not too far turned out to be almost too much. With every step the pain growing more and more, Wheeler almost passed out as he opened the door. He didn’t think of Chad Evan and his impending rematch for the SCW title. He no longer held any feeling of satisfaction over knocking out Speed. Right now... he needed relief... he needed blood. If someone were to discover his flask and the contents, he would be ruined. Thankfully, he had hidden in one place that no man, fan, or otherwise would look... right out in the open. The deviled flask sat on a hook on the door. When the door opened, the flask was completely concealed. It was one of his better ideas. Wheeler clutched it away from the door, downing the contents like he were dying of thirst. He swallowed the last bit and tried to control his breathing. His heart started to slow down and the pain became duller. He shook his head clear. His thoughts started to return to sanity. Chad Evans... the SCW title... Demeter... He looked at himself in the mirror. Not a drop had been spilt upon him. Wheeler’s mind finally came back to Speed. He imagined after his actions, he would be facing Speed next Breakdown. He looked forward to it. He wanted little more than to get back that singles loss he suffered to Speed. There was a knock on the door. Demeter most likely. He grabbed his coat, still in his wrestling trunks. He opened the door. It was Demeter. Still fresh in her cat like attire, she embraced him warmly. Her body ached. He could tell. She needed a lot of training. He also needed to be stronger. It had been hell watching her get hurt like that. She kissed his face warmly before nuzzling it. Demeter: I saw you run in. Headaches again? Wheeler: Don’t worry about it. I’m fine. You see Speed? Demeter: They had to carry him out on a stretcher. Wheeler: Good. It’ll give him something to think about for next week on Breakdown. Demeter: Next week? Wheeler: Yeah... next week. I imagine Oleksa’s gonna prolly have me square off after what happened. Demeter: Fraid not, Jason. Wheeler: What you getting at, Demi? Demeter: They’re starting the Trios Tournament. Wheeler: So what? I don’t need to win it. It’ll be overkill if I do. I already got the shot I need. Demeter: You can never have too many title shots. Wheeler: Maybe...Am I in it? Demeter: Yeah... Wheeler: Who are my partners? Demeter: Uh... Orlando Cruze... Wheeler: One of the High Rollers goons. Who else. Demeter: Umm... Francesca. Wheeler: Who? Demeter: Francesca. Wheeler: I heard what you said, but who the hell is Francesca? Demeter: How should I know. They said it was random pairings. Wheeler: Who are our opponents? And please tell me its Speed or Evans. Demeter: No... Wheeler: Than who? Demeter: Matt Hodges... Wheeler: Shit... Demeter: James Exeter. Wheeler: Double Shit... Demeter: and Cid Turner. Wheeler: Goddamn it. Demeter: What? Wheeler: Random pairings my ass. I get stuck with an over rated ULW drop out and a freaking rookie against Team Turner... son of a bitch Oleksa isn’t going to make this easy. Demeter: Why blame Oleksa? Wheeler: Why blame Satan for every sin? Demeter: ... Touche. There was an awkward silence between the two. Wheeler felt like banging his head against the wall. Turner was bad enough as it was. Wheeler now had to face the prospect that he was facing his entire entourage pretty much on his own. He took Demeter’s hand in his and led her out. He hid the flask in his coat pocket. He caught his reflection right before he strolled. His war paint had been sweated away clean. He was going to have to get some stronger materials. Wheeler did not know what made him think such a random thought, but regardless, at least the pain in his mind was long gone. He knew what he needed to do for a match like this. He needed to visit the studio. This was nothing more than a side quest towards his goal of reclaiming the SCW title. He didn’t need to seek guidance for this one... he just needed to cut a promo... yeah... a good one too. Something to make Cid and his cronies realize that this tournament was going to mean very little to Wheeler, because was soon to be SCW Champion once more... Demeter walked alongside him, arm and arm. She smiled as only she could. She looked to the ruined war paint on his face. She would have to introduce her love to her face paint. It was a lot more durable... ------------------------------ Promo 5 Days Later --------------------------------------------------------- The lamp swept back and forth over the dimly lit room. The only other form of light simply reflected the pendulum like movements of the light above. The reflection came from emerald green eyes that SCW fans know very well. Those tiger eyes can never be mistaken. A clawed gauntlet reached up and grabbed the swinging light, securing its light upon his tiger eyes and painted face. His voice was anything but common. Any man, woman, or child would recognize it at once for what it was. Evans’ prided himself as ‘God’... this man prided himself on being God’s weapon. A deliverer of truth and justice... in other words... a Saint. Wheeler: Let me dispense with the pleasantries one might expect from my usual series of tirades and lectures... You people, especially those who seem bound to praise they who do not fight to free you but fight to enslave you, will not like me. Let me say it again. What I am is everything good and moral, and yet I assure you that never... in a hundred years to pass over us again, and again and again, will you ever like me. You will cheer for me because that is your function, and you will bow to me as I stand before you, because that too is your nature. You will address me with respect and adulation that befits a heroic character like myself. You will give me all of this... but you will not like me. I am not exciting to watch, am I? I reign on every villainous parade. I stand in front of every cur that threatens to take over this kingdom. I, basically, am the true party crasher of this land we call S..C...W. Now let me tell you something that you people do NOT know...I enjoy every moment of it. He takes a drink from a flask. It is in the shape of the devil. We have seen that flask many a time, but whatever drink is inside, we cannot be sure. Wheeler: I enjoy squashing those who excite. I enjoy stealing your erections gentlemen, and ladies I enjoy being the thief to your many inconspicuous orgasms. Because later on when you fuck, and I know you do fuck... your lovers, your mind goes to those renegades... and then immediately to me as you come to mid climax. Breath taking isn’t it? Those rogues beat me to the race as you breath heavily like you were about to give birth, and yet, you think about what befell them that night, and your mind instinctively goes to me... so you have my hideous visage when you spray your juice all over your wonderfully clean room. Do you think that satisfies me? Of course it does. The young man take another drink. He grimaces as he swallows. Whatever he is drinking is powerful stuff. Wheeler: Truth be told is that you know so little about me, and I promise you that which you do not know if you were made to know would make you know to like me even less. Did you keep up with that? Secrets can destroy a man’s reputation, but on that boat I am truly different. My secrets would do exactly what I want them to. To reveal them would make you all my puppets. Every emotional outburst and every single solitary hateful word you spew at me will be all because of my doing. As I said before... I do not want you to like me. I want you to do something more... The Anti Hero leans a little closer towards the camera. Wheeler: I want you to hate me. I want you to doubt me every step of the way. Most of you have already accomplished this and to each and everyone of those chaps I say well done. You are truly kings among insects. As for the rest of you. Tighten up the slack. Screw your courage to the sticking place and do not fail. Doubt me. Make me the underdog of every match I am in from here to kingdom come. Make the odds against me so bloody high that God himself has to stand just to see over them. In other words... The former SCW Champion holds up an 8 by 10 photo of Team Turner and another photo of Evans and Speed. Wheeler: Do exactly what these five asses are doing now. You love every one of them. I know you do. You cheer for me and then carry on such an affair of your true desire for them. You are unfaithful whores every single one of you, and belong an eternity in the ninth circle of hell. However, since I am not God... only his right hand man, I cannot send you to meet your maker now. All I can do is continue the course of the hated. My name is Jason Wheeler... and I do not want you to like me. Not now... not ever. Wheeler takes out a match and lights the picture ablaze. Wheeler: In this wonderful piece of theater, we have God himself preparing to challenge his weapon. Sounds like a sad plot doesn’t it? How bout this then... The true God sends his weapon to silence a false prophet and his sycophant cult following. Sound better? Maybe I should g et Mr. Spielberg on the line. But before I get to the church of Evan-gelists, it seems I have to take a side road... through team Turner... Cid and Hodges... what were you ever to me? Nothing more than names that were thrown around, oh sure Cid you were SCW Champion and for a while you had that title draped around your sagging gut... but since then... time threw you away... and so did the rest of us. No... I look to one man on that side... James Exeter. Wheeler takes another drinking. Wheeler: James... does it hurt you to see me main event Rise To Greatness and not you? Did it hurt you to see win the SCW title when you got one place higher than I in that battle royale several months ago? Tell me something James... does it hurt you to look upon me? Do you like me?... No I don’t think you do. Do you underestimate me? Of course you do... your bastard master has that already ingrained into your skull. That’s fine Exeter. Let me tell you something you might understand. The battle royale... is not pinning me. The battle royale... is not making me submit... The battle royale is not defeating me. I see through the little charade and I know I see a screw job when I see all of Team Turner on one team in this tournament. But that’s ok... I like traps... and I like to spring them. Put Jesus Christ on the cross and I am the one who nailed him there for the sanctity of all mankind. Truth is that I want balance restored and I will get that through you. You eliminated me from the battle royale and have been bragging about it ever since. Now... the time has come for me to give you some humility. By this time this match is done one thing I will assure you, James Exeter... you and your dwindling fan club... will like me even less. Wheeler swings the light back and forth like the pendulum. Wheeler: As I have said before.... My name is Jason Wheeler. I am the greatest hero SCW has ever seen... but I do not want you, or the rest of the world... to like me. The camera fades. End |
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