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| Reckless/Kayl/Lawler/Davis/Warren/Connelly/Grenier; SCW Underground Championship | |
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| Topic Started: Jul 12 2008, 12:40 PM (376 Views) | |
| Mr. D | Jul 12 2008, 12:40 PM Post #1 |
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| fullMETAL | Jul 18 2008, 09:01 PM Post #2 |
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Belt Designer and IWC's GFX Tranny
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PERSON: Fully Loaded - Reckless PROMO TITLE: The Road Not Taken...Reckless version PROMO CONTENT: (Promo 1 of 2: Underground Title - 7-Way Match, SCW Rise to Greatness July 20 2008) [align=center] TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. - "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost [/align] We fade into former SCW Underground Champion, Jason "Reckless" Fortune Reckless: "Two roads diverged in a yellow wood..." ...and Mr. Drachewych took the easiest one he could possibly think of--book a whole bunch of guys in a Hardcore match for the Underground Title, and make sure at least HALF of them have held the title BEFORE. A simple premise, to be sure! But when you look DOWN those two diverging roads, you'll see two VERY different stories. ONE of them is the collective story of Myles Warren and Louis Connelly, two of SCW's newest talents...and they look pretty SIMILAR, you ever noticed that?...and how Chris Lawler single-handedly gave them entry into this match. SMOOTH, Chris. REAL smooth. He shakes his head in disbelief. Reckless: The OTHER story is the ACTUAL Underground Title drama going on right now. Justin Davis wins the belt from Donovan Kayl, David Grenier manages a FLUKE win against ME by COUNTOUT, costing my wife a legit singles match against Katie Steward for HER belt, and neither of US had much of anything to DO this weekend. So Mr. D. put us feuding fellas into Davis and Kayl's rematch because putting JUST Lawler and the 2 new guys in would SULLY the EPIC rep of the Underground Title! ...Like David Miller and Speed Prime didn't do that enough by themselves with that whole "MMA vs. Extreme Hardcore" thing? And now LOOK what happened--Speedy won the belt in that Underground Series, off of ME, no less, then got himself drunk, then fired, then drunk again, while Miller tagged out again to The Iceman, who got schooled by MATT HODGES only a week or two before HE became the Underground Champion, winning the vacant belt, then LOSING it to Kayl but somehow winning a shot at Brian Kinney and the World Title and dooming us all to the SCW equivalent of Randy Orton versus Chris (BLEEEEEP) at SummerSlam 2004, before Jay Gold cashed in his Ultimate Incentive(TM IWC) to insert himself into the match and make it watchable again. He makes a huge show of taking in a REALLY goofy-looking deep breath to recharge himself after that mouthful, exhaling in an even goofier fashion with a smirk showing on his face. Reckless: "Two roads diverged in a yellow wood..." That's the theme for Fully Loaded this week, and it seems quite apt for Liz and me, because we BOTH have a giant clusterfuck to deal with at Rise to Greatness--DAMN, I'm so jealous of Max and Axl this week! THEY only have to deal with an oversized false idol and a Desolation-accompanied Ladder! Un-FAIR, I say! A petulant scoff, then a shrug with the tilt of his head. Reckless: But then again, they get quite a bit of leeway with their legendary "$1 Contracts" they made such a huge show of promoting. I'm not NEARLY that...RECKLESS...? But then again, money isn't quite something I have to worry too much about these days...thank YOU Brian Kinney and those long Vegas odds! He pulls out a folded piece of paper from his pocket, unfolding it to reveal that it's a check from his checkbook. Reckless: IN FACT, Liz, the evil genius who shrewdly decided to actually put a marker on me against you last week, convinced me to donate half the winnings, a COOL hundred-grand, to the Brian Kinney Foundation...sort of as a consolation gift for taking advantage of its founder's momentary lapse in awareness. Is the Silver Lining going to do that with half the Winner's Purse if he wins this weekend? How about the Master of the Moment?? IN FACT, with the money Liz and I'll be putting down on BOTH our matches this weekend, we are OFFICIALLY pledging on-camera to donate half the money won--assuming either or both of us WIN our matches--to the BK Foundation. Just 'cause we're nice. Let's see Axl Evermore and Max Craven do THAT on their $1-a-show, $2-a-PPV IWC contracts! Let's see Justin Davis try that...if he can get through this VERY IMPORTANT title defense without a timely run-in from Glacier or Josh Hudson; let's see Dono try that with his big Kayl TV paycheck, yeah? A quick chuckle as he holds the check to the camera, and it can clearly view "Pay to the Order of The Brian Kinney Foundation, $100,000.00 dollars and 00/00 cents", with both his and Liz's signatures on the bottom. He has a self-satisfied grin on his face. Reckless: Besides, it feels GOOD to help enable OTHER people to view our action with CONSTANT EXCITEMENT, and Mr. D. finally figured out that when you put JASON FORTUNE in a match, that's what you get! I've always said that I'm always in search of that new, clean, green and renewable source of the stuff, and it took THIS long for me AND for SCW to realize that I'm a perpetual motion machine, just generating the stuff, no matter WHAT ridiculous stipulations you put beside me! And in this Seven Samurai Match for the Underground Title...okay, I just made up the name, but it sounds WAY cooler than just "7-Way Hardcore Match"...I can GUARANTEE you that I'm going to RISE...TO GREATNESS...and help MYSELF to a nice cup of EPIC WIN at SCW's biggest show, Rise to Greatness, and come out of it as YOUR SCW Underground Champion once again. ...And I won't even have to score something as contrived as a technical knockout or a collegiate shoot pin for a full second to do it. (muttering to himself) What the hell was I THINKING with that one? He shakes his head in disbelief, opening his eyes wide with an exhale, before looking at the camera with a knowing smile. Reckless: And I will close with a short semi-original poem INSPIRED by Frost: "Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, both stretching out as far as the eye could see. I took the one less traveled by, and THAT...well, THAT was pretty RECKLESS of me." FADE TO BLACK. |
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| Sean | Jul 18 2008, 10:39 PM Post #3 |
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OOC :: I'm posting this on my site layout, just wanted to post before 11:59, so I can post another roleplay tomorrow. Good luck hombres. Lets make this a great match-up. Edit: Also, this roleplay happened two days before this weeks Breakdown. ---- On the 19th of July we will see more history made. We will possibly new champions, new gimmick matches. But, most importantly is that this is going to be Justin Davis’ first ever Rise to Greatness. And, Davis’ first Rise to Greatness he will be going in as a champion, and he certainly guarantee’s that he will walk out still Underground Champion. He doesn’t care who stands in front of him. He doesn’t care if it’s David Grenier, Reckless, Chris Lawler, Myles Warner, Donovan Kayl, or Louis Connelly. Justin Davis guarantee’s victory. And, if you don’t believe him, oh hell, just watch and see. The scene slowly fades right in, as we see the sunlight shinning on the ray-band sunglasses Justin Davis is wearing, and also is shinning brightly on the Underground championship, that lays on his shoulder. Davis is standing in the middle of the Boston Common. It seems that his partner in crime…well…his friend, Glacier is with him. Glacier is wearing sunglasses also, and is wearing blue jeans and a plain black shirt, and also has a toothpick laying in his mouth. It seems by Glacier’s face he is pitying Davis at the moment. Justin Davis: Isn’t this a great day Glace. The sunlight is bright, the birds are chirping, and the weather is just beaut-I-ful! Glacier just shakes his head in laughter before he speaks. Anthony: You make me laugh sometimes Davis. Why in the hell are we standing in the middle of the Boston Commons? And, why the hell are you carrying around your title belt? Justin Davis: To celebrate with my fans. And, this title looks great on my shoulder, and around my waist. Anthony: Ha. Yeah, and what fan are we talking about here? Justin Davis: Everyone in Boston. Anthony: I don’t see anyone celebrating. All I see is dogs catching a Frisbee, kids playing tag, and couples kissing. That to me doesn’t look like celebrating. Justin Davis: Give it time, they will come. Anthony: Isn’t that what you said ten minutes ago…? Justin Davis: They’ll come…watch! They stand there for about five minutes before Glacier gives up, and starts to walk away from Davis. Davis follows behind him, and stops him and talks to him. Justin Davis: Where are you going? Anthony: To the McDonalds across the street? Justin Davis: Why? Anthony: Because…I’m hungry. Justin Davis: You’re not going to be here when my fans and I celebrate. Anthony: … Glacier takes out the toothpick that was sitting on his right lip, he shakes his head and stares eye to eye with Davis. Glacier then speaks to him. Anthony: Davis…You’re an idiot. No one is going to come. No one cares that you won the Underground Championship. No one cares for you. You got all that? Justin Davis: Whatever Glace. Go make yourself fat. I’m going to be here celebrating. Anthony: Have fun by yourself. Davis just walks away, as does Glacier. Davis walks towards the middle of the commons. Glacier walks right across the street to the McDonalds. Davis stands in the middle of the commons waiting for fans to celebrate with him. Minutes pass by with no one coming, so Davis begins to walk from person to person asking them questions, they either push him away or run away from him. He finally is abe to stop a kid who is a tall, short brown haired kid wearing a Boston Celtics championship hat, also wearing a Celtics championship shirt with blue jeans under it. The kid doesn’t look to happy, but he stands there and speaks with Davis. Kid: What is this about? Who are you? Justin Davis: You don’t know who I am? I’m Justin Davis, the Underground Champion of the WORLD! Kid: … Justin Davis: I’m a Boston native. How don’t you know who I am. I’m a wrestler. I’m a Sensation, you could call me the MASSACHUSETTS SENSATION! Kid: What was your name again? Justin Davis: Justin… Kid: It doesn’t matter what your name is! Right when the kid says that Davis gets angry and tosses the kid out of the way. The kid runs away laughing. Davis then moves on to another person in the park. He walks into a short, long blonde haired white girl who is wearing a small tank top and short blue jeans. Girl: What are you doing? I don’t got no money. Justin Davis: No..no..no.. It’s not like that. I’m just here to ask you if you know who I am. Girl: Now that I think about it. You look like that wrestler from SCW, Justin Davis. Davis smiles, then makes a loud ‘woo’ noise. He then begins to speak. Justin Davis: WOO! Yes! Finally someone who knows who I am. Girl: Well, the only reason why I know you, is because I saw a shirt of yours at a Building 19 store. I bought it for my brother cause it cost like two-dollars, but he didn’t want it so he threw it out In the trash. Davis makes a angry noise, then rubs his face in frustration before he speaks again. Justin Davis: Well, thank you for telling me that miss. You can go now. The girl laughs then walks away. Davis then stands there for a couple of seconds. Glacier then walks over to him holding a McDonalds bag drinking from his McDonalds cup. He looks at Davis smiling, laughing pretty much. He shakes his head, then begins to speak with Davis. Anthony: What happened big man? Justin Davis: Nothing. Anthony: Oh, it seemed you look like irritated. Justin Davis: Nah, nothing happened. Let’s just get out of here and go back to my house. Anthony: Whatever. Both Davis and Glacier walk to their car that is parked in a parking garage down the street. It takes them a few minutes to get there. They speak back and forth, a couple of laughs from Glacier, and a small smile from Davis. It seems Davis is a little bitter that no one really cares for his ‘sensational’ title win. He has always been a guy who loves to be the center of attention, and I guess that was the case today at the Boston Commons. Both Davis and Glacier get inside their renal car, 2008 Honda Civic, Davis sits in the driver seat as Glacier sits in the passenger seat still eating what he got from McDonalds, a Big Mac and two cheeseburgers. I guess you can say he’s packing on the pounds for his upcoming match at Rise to Greatness. Glacier just sits there and eats away, as Davis starts up the car then puts it in reverse. Glacier begins to speak to Davis, while eating. Anthony: Well, big man. We got both have big matches for Rise to Greatness. Josh and I have a match for the Tag Team titles, go against the champs, Dillusion and MV. As for you. You have to face 6 other men if I’m not wrong. Reckless, David Grenier, Chris Lawler, Myles Warner, Donovan Kayl, and Louis Connelly. It’s going to be a hard night for you. Justin Davis: Eh. Yeah, it’ll be a tough night but I’ve defeated three men out of those 6, so I’m not really worried. Anthony: Doesn’t Lawler have your number? He’s defeated once, a month or so back. And, he did a number on you a week ago. Justin Davis: Did I say he was part of the three people I’ve defeated? Anthony: No, but I’m just saying, because you’re not “worried” about your match. But, you don’t think. Chris Lawler has a win over you. Reckless has two wins over you. Justin Davis: I got a win over him. Anthony: Back in Majestic. Justin Davis: So…? Anthony: That was months again man. He’s grown since his Majestic days. He’s defeated many former champions, and current champions. Justin Davis: They’re fluke wins. Anthony: They may be, but at least he has big wins… Justin Davis: Shut up. Do I see gold on you? Anthony: Not yet, but you will. Davis keeps on driving through Boston to get to his house. They both still are speaking about the big mega event, Rise to Greatness. Trying to give themselves confidence to win. Justin Davis: So, you’re confident about winning? Anthony: You can say that, but we’ll see what happens. Josh and I are hoping to bring gold to our trio. Davis and Glacier shake their head smiling, then slap hands. Anthony: Don’t worry bro. We will be the top dogs in the business very, very soon. Justin Davis: Damn straight. Anthony: You’re going to be the talented person you are and defeated those other six men, and keep you’re gold. And, hold it longer then the other guys that have held it the past couple of months. Justin Davis: Yep. I’ve been on fire the past couple of weeks. I’m going to bring all my momentum into Rise to Greatness and defeat those other punks, has-beens, who think they can pin me down for the 1-2-3. They got nothing on the ‘The Loud Mouth’. Anthony: The loud mouth? Justin Davis: The nickname I’ve given myself. Anthony: Nice. Davis smiles, as Glacier shakes his head in confusion. They just sit there listening to some tunes, it seems they are finished talking about their upcoming matches at Rise to Greatness. It seems all the momentum Davis has gained through the weeks, has given him the confidence he needs to win. What happened earlier at the Commons, he may of forgotten about that, cause we all know he doesn’t care about the people, he only cares for himself. Davis just sits there smiling, his arm hanging out the window. Glacier is pretty much doing the same thing. He lowers the music real quick, smiling a little then asks Davis a question. Anthony: Is Cassie going to be at Rise to Greatness to see your match? Davis looks over at Glacier with a weird look and shakes his head. He then begins to speak. Justin Davis: Shut up. Stop bringing her up. Or, I’ll bring up Holly Adams. Anthony: I don’t care bring her up. I’m proud to have feelings for her. Justin Davis: Ha! Alright buddy. Anthony: Has Cassie even called you the past couple of days? Justin Davis: Not really.. She sends texts her and there, pretty much yelling at me, somewhat threatening me, but all is good. I don’t care what she does. Anthony: Ha. Justin Davis: Yeah. I laugh about it when I mention it to myself. Anthony: Will you ever talk to her again? Justin Davis: Yeah, soon. I’ll give it time. Anthony: What if she doesn’t speak to you back? Justin Davis: She will…don’t worry. Anthony: Ha. Alright big man. Glacier and Davis share a laugh for once. They both just sit back and relax has they try to get to their destination. Glacier reaches in his McDonalds bag and pulls out a burger, he unravels the paper that wraps around the burger. He is about to take a bite out of the burger before stopping. He then puts it in Davis direction, and begins to speak as he does it. Anthony: Want a burger? Justin Davis: What did you do to it? Anthony: Nothing. You just saw me open it. I don’t got any aids or what not. Davis shakes his head, then takes the burger. Justin Davis: Finally you appreciate me. Anthony: You deserve bro. Just eat that, so we can get to your house and start training for our matches. Justin Davis: Alright. Davis takes a few bites of his burger, as he tries to keep his eye on the road. After minutes and minutes of driving, they finally make it to Davis’ house. A sigh of relieve is heard from Glacier. Davis just sits there eating away. The scene then begins to fade to black, while we see Davis and Glacier park in Davis’ driveway. |
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| Grenier Grinder | Jul 19 2008, 08:21 PM Post #4 |
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[align=center]I finally won a match fair and square. There wasn’t a countout or a disqualification. I pinned Noir. I may have broken out of my slump. Any ring rust that I had left may finally be gone. Then again, it was just Noir. I could beat him with one hand tied behind my back. Does a victory over him really say anything? Am I really out of my slump? I guess I’ll have to wait to answer these questions. Regardless, I have found myself booked on the Rise to Greatness card, in a very important match. Well, then again, every match at Rise to Greatness is important. When “Rise to Greatness” is attached to a match, that match is raised to a higher level. Grudge matches are more intense than ever. Championship matches put more on the line, and the championships themselves are that much more valuable. I am fortunate to have been booked in the Underground Title match. This is a chance for me to get my career back on track. It’s no secret that I have been in a huge slump as of late. At one point, I made a commitment to have SCW come second in my life. The best superstars in SCW don’t do that, though. In order to get to the top, SCW has to be your life. I’ve learned my lesson before. If you are given an opportunity, you take it. Unfortunately, I didn’t care for an opportunity I had a few weeks ago. Rather than doing everything I could to put on a great match with James Exeter, I sat back and relaxed. I passed on a golden opportunity. I will not let that happen this time, though. I start to pack up for Rise to Greatness, gathering my clothes, gear, and other belongings. After I finish packing my wrestling gear and an extra pair of clothes, I walk into my “office”, which also serves as a shrine of my SCW accomplishments. I look at my display case, which contains a replica Majestic Championship and a replica SCW Tag Team Championship, signifying the two titles I have held in my SCW career. It also contains old wrestling gear, ticket stubs from big shows, including last year’s Rise to Greatness, and a copy of my SCW contract. I take a good look at the display case and notice a large gap. That gap is to be filled after this Sunday. That is where my new Underground Championship will go. I take one last look at the display case before turning to my desk to gather a few things. I put aside some left over paperwork and come across the papers for my recent case. I also come across a picture I took with Jean Paul, just weeks before his death. I start to think about my last conversation with Mark. Oh how bad it was! It shouldn’t have ended how it did. I shouldn’t have let him storm out like that. No…stop thinking about that. It’s time to get ready for Rise to Greatness. Mark didn’t need you anyway. SCW is more important. Come on, focus, David. I try to turn away, but I can’t help myself as I look back at the picture. I think about Jean Paul…everything he had done for me, all of the memories. He wouldn’t have wanted Mark and me to go out like that. He would’ve wanted for us to solve that case. He would’ve wanted justice. I suddenly run into the living room, grab my cell phone, and frantically try to find Mark’s number. Luckily, I saved it. I call Mark, hoping he hasn’t left Los Angeles yet. As I hear the ringing, I start to sweat and pace around the apartment. David: Come on….come on… After the fourth ring, I get Mark’s voicemail. I decide to leave a message just in case. David: Hey Mark, it’s David Grenier. I don’t know if you left with your family yet, but if you didn’t, I’d like to meet with you again. I’m really sorry for how things turned out. I hope we can get over that argument and work together again. Let’s do this for Jean Paul. I pause, trying to think of something convincing to say. David: I uh….I think we can make this happen. I….I found a suspect, and I’d like you to take a look at some paperwork I have…..Well, if you get this, please call me back. I hang up the phone, take a deep breath, and fall back on my couch. Yeah, I lied to him, but I needed to say something to convince him to stay here. I sit back and wait for him to call back. I keep staring at my phone, hoping it will ring. After a few minutes, I start to grow impatient. I look around my apartment, and my mind starts to wander again. Was he really unable to answer his phone, or was he just ignoring me? Even if he was ignoring me, I think he should’ve been convinced based on what I said. I continue to wait, and wait, and wait some more. After about twenty minutes, I stand up. This is useless. He would’ve called by now if he wanted to work with me. I guess he just doesn’t care about Jean Paul as much as I do. I head back into my office, grab a few things, including the picture of Jean Paul and me. I gather those things and head to my room. I put those last few things in my bag, grab my bag, and start to head out. I take a look at my cell phone, which still sits on the table. Should I even bother to bring it? He had his chance to call me, and he didn’t. If I bring it with me, and he calls, I’m going to be too focused on Rise to Greatness anyway. I don’t need a distraction like that. Fuck it. I’m leaving it here. I gave him a chance. He doesn’t want to work with me. Fuck him. I’ll do this by myself when I get back. I walk out of my apartment, leaving my phone behind. As I close the door, I swear I hear my phone ringing. I stop for a moment, my hand still on the doorknob. Do you go back and answer it? It could be Mark. Then again, it’s probably not. But what if it is? I stand there for a moment and continue to hear ringing, whether it’s the actual phone or it’s just in my head. No…I don’t care if it’s him. Like I said, fuck him. With that, I close the door behind me and head out of my apartment. Rise to Greatness is now the only thing on my mind, as it should be. This is the most important night of the year for every SCW superstar. Not only that, but it is the most important night of my SCW career. Reckless vs. Donovan Kayl vs. Chris Lawler vs. Justin Davis vs. Myles Warren vs. Louis Connelly vs. David Grenier – a seven man battle for the Underground Championship. All I can say is, wow. This match is much more than just a showcase of seven SCW superstars, though. Yes, a title match makes it that much more important. Yes, Rise to Greatness makes this match a must-win for everyone involved. But aside from those two aspects, this match is important for many more reasons. This match will include a new champion and six hungry challengers all fighting their hardest to become Underground Champion. The difference between the six others and me is that I have more on the line here. All that Reckless, Lawler, Davis, Connelly, Warren, and Kayl are concerned about is winning the title. Reckless is trying to regain the same title (well, it’s no longer the “pure” title) he won from David Miller. He is trying to prove that his first reign wasn’t just pure luck. Chris Lawler is trying to continue his winning ways, and trying to prove to SCW that he is a force to be reckoned with. This match is his payoff. Louis Connelly and Myles Warren are relatively new and are trying to make a name for themselves early on in their careers. Donovan Kayl is trying to regain his championship after a tough loss to Justin Davis. He wants to prove that he just simply had an off night that night on Breakdown, and Davis just happened to be in the right match at the right time. Our champion, Justin Davis, is trying to prevent himself from having what most of the Underground Champions before him have had – a short reign. Davis wants to prove that he is a true champion, and he didn’t just get lucky one night. This match means much more to me, though. If you put all of the things I just mentioned together, it still doesn’t equal as much as what this match is about to me. This match is about so many things. This match is about seizing an opportunity. Six men, including myself, have been given a shot at the Underground Championship. Now there have been a lot of negative things said about this championship. Due to the large amount of title holders and the short reigns of each title holder, many people believe that anyone can win this title. Regardless of which championship it is, it is still an SCW Championship. You don’t get title matches like this too often. If I don’t cash in here, who knows when my next title match will be? This match is about redemption. A few weeks back, I faced Justin Davis and Daniel Ackart in a triple threat match. Davis won that match. Technically, he defeated me. However, he didn’t pin me, he pinned Ackart. I wasn’t a factor in the decision. I should’ve been, though. I let Davis slip by in that match. I wasn’t focused at all, and it cost me. At Rise to Greatness, though, I’m not going to let Davis get a cheap win. This time, I’m going to be more focused than ever. I don’t care if it ends up being six on one – there is no way I am letting anyone besides myself get the pinfall in this match. This match is about bringing people back to reality. Ever since he got on this little roll of his, Chris Lawler has had a huge ego. He has won a few matches recently, and he suddenly thinks he’s unstoppable. He thinks he’s the king of the world now. Banging chicks left and right, hanging out at all of these clubs…just a few months back, everyone thought and knew this guy was a loser! As I already based on my own experience, unfortunately, things can change drastically over the course of a few months. Chris Lawler, though? Pfft…I have nothing to worry about at all. I beat Chris Lawler in my return match, which was in the midst of his winning streak, and was also when I was at my absolute worst. This just goes to show that Lawler truly is and always will be a nobody. Come Rise to Greatness, Chris Lawler’s little run will end. Lawler will be all out of luck. I am going to bring Lawler back down to Earth. Hell, I beat Lawler is the guy I’ll end up pinning. Most important, though; this match is about proving myself. One year ago, at Rise to Greatness 2007, I was somebody. I was in a Majestic Championship match after creating huge controversy during the entire month. Sure, I lost the match, and I eventually left SCW for a bit after, but the point is that I was known. People in SCW knew who I was. All of the fans knew who I was. Whether they loved me or hated me, they knew me, and they respected me. Even when I returned after my first leave of absence, people remembered me. I went on to make more news when I won the SCW Tag Team Championships with Jason Wheeler. I soon lost those, though, and eventually left SCW. On my way out, I was still a huge star. People knew who I was and what I was capable of. Over the past two months, however, all of the recognition that I had, all of the respect that I had earned, all of that was gone. For whatever reason, people forgot who I was. David Grenier…who’s that? I don’t even think people noticed that I returned. They may have noticed when I left, but after such a layoff, I think people just forgot about me. That seemed to be the case with Mr. Drachewych, too. He started booking me as if I were a rookie again. I was in nonsensical matches, and because I had random opponents each week, I didn’t really establish anything with anybody. I didn’t exactly prove Mr. Drachewych wrong either. I won two matches, one by disqualification and one by countout; and I lost two matches, not counting the poor showing I had in the Taking Hold of the Flame Battle Royal. It wasn’t until this past Breakdown that I finally got a good, clean win. That can all change at Rise to Greatness, though. I have a chance to prove to my six opponents, to all of SCW, to the fans, and to myself that the old David Grenier is back. I have the chance to prove that the last two months were a fluke. I have broken out of my slump. All of the ring rust is gone. I’m ready to be a serious competitor again. What better way to prove that than to win this match? I have a chance to show my six opponents what I am really capable of. I have a chance to show Mr. Drachewych that he made the right decision in adding me to this match. I have a chance to put the rest of SCW on notice. I’m back, and I am for real. There isn’t anybody – not Reckless, not Lawler, not Davis, not Warren, not Connelly, and not even Kayl – who can stop me. So after all I have been through…nearly going to jail, almost committing suicide, losing my tag team championship, leaving SCW, coming back and constantly losing, losing a dear friend….it is finally my night. July 20, 2008. Atlanta, Georgia. That is when and where the world will witness a dramatic turnaround for David Grenier. My life, which has been hell for this entire year, will finally give me a reason to be thankful. My SCW career, which has gone down the shit hole since I have returned, will finally be revived. I will finally become somebody again. My presence will be felt. People will start to remember who I am and what I am really capable of. Oh yes, this is the night where everything changes. Rise to Greatness….I’ll see you all there.[/align] |
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| The Lost Boy | Jul 19 2008, 08:31 PM Post #5 |
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(The camera opens to a large parchment. A gloved hand reaches to its side, picking up a silver feather and dipping it into a small container of ink. The hand writes out as the voice of the writer speaks) Narrator: Things have changed now. They had to. It is as if since that man walked into my life, I have been anything but what I perceived myself capable of doing. I have suffered not one but two losses that should never, in a million years, have happened. It is not arrogance when I write such things. It is simple truth. However, despite these misfortunes, it seems that there is a beacon of hope. A light that can shatter through all this darkness. I understand that such things are not what you, those who have made it their mission to watch what I do and pass judgment how they see fit, would come to expect from a Spyder. Except that I am no spider anymore. A spider is an insect, nothing more or less. It serves its purpose as a lower form of creature. It can be easily stamped out with no thought or hesitation what so ever. A spider spins a web, using traps to catch its prey. It hides in the shadows, scared to death to show itself until it has caught something. When cornered, the spider runs from those who challenge it. Such acts are considered cowardice, where I am no coward. This simple fact makes it impossible for me to be anything without a spine, spider or otherwise. What am I? I don’t know. I can’t be sure. My past… it gives me no clear signs, and thanks to all that has happened recently, my career provides little more. So… if I am a man bearing no face, then I shall be as such from this point on. Rise to Greatness will see two things happen at once. A birth and a rise, unlike other, all at once. For though I shall soon dwell in the Underground, I will learn to govern it before I throw myself back into the quest for the eternal light that the SCW elite are bathed in. A little time in the dark underbelly of SCW may do me some good. Some madness induced from the gutter life may be beneficial, and now that I am focused by the guidance of brilliant Colonel. He has given me new hope… and a new name. A name that will soon be uttered through evermore in the annals of Supreme Championship Wrestling. I could make you wait… but then again, I was never capable of keeping a secret. Listen closely, for I will not repeat it again until Rise to Greatness has set, and become a part of the past. My name… is Masquerade. ====================== ===================== ![]() Chapter 1: The Mask of Destiny Part I: An Introduction (Promo) The camera opens and the first thing greeting the audience is a set of crystal clear (and very beautiful) blue eyes. They are surrounded in darkness, but the camera pulls away to reveal that they are underneath a golden mask that covers the entire face. As the camera pulls further away, we see that he is dressed entirely in black, including black shine boots and gloves. He sits on a throne, his feet up on one arm rest, his back resting on the other. His hands are pressed together, his fingers tapping together silently. Gradually as the camera looks on, he speaks. ‘My name is Masquerade.’ The masked man runs a hand through his hair but then quickly drops it down to his mouth, looking ready to shush someone. ‘Ssh ssh… Don’t laugh yet… don’t you dare laugh yet. I haven’t given you reason to, and I know those of intelligence would NEVER presume to judge me before letting me speak. Perhaps afterwards we can ALL enjoy a laugh together.’ The man, Masquerade he called himself, claps his hands. His eyes look like he wishes to laugh but in light of what he has just said, he keeps it to himself. ‘Now I know… I know what is set for Rise to Greatness for me. Oh yes, that I do. Six men other than myself. Yes yes. Six men in total wish to stand above the bottom feeders that are the scum of SCW. Yes… we neophytes of the realm. What are we to the likes of legends that clash on this same night? When they fight, the gods themselves stand at watch. What do such gods care for the likes of six men… and me… clashing, combating, and fighting with our very souls to be called the best in the Underground, for indeed that is what the title we fight for represents. We are the best of the worst. In a sea of scum, we show the faintest hint of promise for a brighter future. Oh yes… and a bright future I want. I want it! I want it! I WANT IT!’ Masquerade sits back, letting out a little high pitch chuckle clapping his hands once more. ‘Ya see? Are you laughing too? I KNEW we could share a laugh together. Doesn’t it feel nice? You can see it too, can’t you? The others in this match, they can’t understand. How can they? Their own ambitions and dreams blind them. Oh but you people… you glorious people. You look at my mask and you see promise. You look into my eyes and you see something special. Don’t tell me you don’t. Hehe… I don’t like people who lie that much.’ Masquerade’s head shifts violently to the left. ‘Lark…Lark…Lark… SHIT!’ Masquerade jerks his head back to its previous state. ‘Sorry… bit of a habit. Happens when I talk too much. You don’t think I am talking too much do you? Well… perhaps Reckless does… or Donnovan Kayl… maybe even Justin Davis, the current head of the Underground. Maybe HE thinks I talk too much. Maybe he wants to shut me up! Oh how exciting that would be. How about it Mr. Davis… do you want to shut me up? Tell me now, big strong man of the underground. Tell me how you would do it. Better yet… why don’t you show me this Sunday at Rise to Greatness. Oh yes… SHOW ME, Justin. You are our champion! You represent us lower ranks here in the Underground of SCW. SHOW ME WHAT YOU CAN DO TO ME!’ Masquerade rears his head back with a laughter that would chill the soul of any man or woman. He leans back, laughing so hard, that he falls clean off his throne. ‘Whoa!’ The first thing seen is the masked one’s gloved hand back on the arm rest, followed by the other one. Masquerade pulls himself up, adjusts his now crooked mask back into place. ‘Damn thrones… always sending you all over the place.’ Masquerade crawls back onto the throne chair. It shakes a bit and Masquerade tries to quickly steady it. ‘However, what about the man known as Lawler. How many times have you interfered in the affairs of others, Mr. Lawler? Two times that I have seen, and that is two times too many, Mr. Lawler… Ha! I made a pun! See, Lawler? I have a brain, whereas you are just a big dumb doggie. Ruff… Ruff… RUFF!’ While he barks, Masquerade pulls into camera view a small stuffed puppy, playing with it. ‘Problem is Mr. Lawler is that you are too much like a dog. That is, a dog with rabbies. You’re going around biting everyone, good or evil. You haven’t the sense to stop… ruff ruff… So now… we have to take our big bad dog here and…’ Masquerade stops petting the stuffed dog, and clutches the head of it. With a single tear, he pulls the head clean off, with fluff and cotton flying every which way. ‘Oops… well, Mister Lawler… I am sure you can complete that train of thought for yourself.’ The masked one tosses aside the remains of the little doll. He then returns to the camera. ‘But that just leaves the music man, Louis Connelly, and Monsieur Grenier. Grenier… an interesting wild card in this game of ours.’ Masquerade flips his hand to reveal a card. It’s back is to the camera, so it is unsure what that card is. He lets his eyes drop to look at it. ‘Hmm… too bad for you, though, sir. That even as a wild card…’ The masked one flips the card in his hand. It reveals as the Joker. ‘You are still nothing more than a court JESTER!’ He tosses it away with a single flick of his wrist. ‘Oh yes… I’m still talking, but I promise I am almost done. Do you all bore of me? Well I certainly could care less if that is the case, because by now, you have already listened to me enough, and now you will have the very image of me and the words I have spoken permanently engrained into your small minds.’ Masquerade taps his head with a single finger. ‘Connelly… I will let my comments towards you slip since we DO know one another quite well. After all…’ Masquerade leans forward, moving his hand slowly up to his face. He slowly removes his mask to reveal the handsome face of Myles Warren. ‘We have known each other in the most personal of ways… on the battle field as enemies. Oh yes, Mr. Connelly, look well upon my face because this Sunday, I will finish what was tragically interrupted by the dog. I will give you the end the people wanted to see. Only this time… when I do, I will be the new ruler of the Underground. The title I shall hold will say so, and it will be undisputed. And as for the rest of you viewers out there… take my message to heart. Never again call for the spider, for you are only setting yourselves up to look like fools. Do not expect the name ‘Myles Warren’ to be uttered again in the hallowed halls of SCW. My name is Masquerade… and I could not care less whether or not any of you like me…’ The camera fades to that as Masquerade slowly lowers his mask over his face once again. =============================== ========= Part 2: Reason Behind The Madness Colonel: And Cut. Myles Warren fell back into his chair. This had been the twenty second take, and truth be told... he was exhausted. He removed the mask that was clinging to his sweat. He turned to the sound of clapping to see his manager, Colonel Packer half walk half jog forward, a big cigar sticking out of his mouth. Colonel: That was brilliant, Mr. Warren. You almost had it this time. Almost? Warren had had it fifteen takes ago. It didn't take a genius to figure out what Colonel wanted. He was devising a new way for Warren to grab the attention of those in power. It was a simple concept, one employed by Warren's father back in the day. Colonel: Now let's run it through one more time. Warren: Colonel... Colonel: Yeah, my boy? Warren: Is this... He held the mask up. Warren: Really necessary? The Colonel tilted his head from left to right, almost looking like he was surprised to be asked such a question. Colonel: Necessary? Well no I suppose not. I mean, if you LIKED losing to thugs like Konvict and Carrington. I mean... did you like that sort of thing, Mr. Warren? Myles collapsed in his chair. He knew where this was going, and yet, he couldn't avoid it. Warren: No... Colonel: And you hired me to prevent that from happening again right? Warren: Yes, sir. Colonel: Which means you trust me to take care of you, right? Warren: Yes Colonel, but only as long as you keep your end of the deal. Colonel: You haven't a thing to worry about. I know what the people wanna see and that right there... The Colonel leaned over and pointed at the golden object in Myles' hand. Colonel: That right there is it. That little thing right there is going to be your ticket to the fast track of success. Just you watch. Pretty soon you'll have so much going for ya, you won't even know what to do with it. Warren: You better be right Colonel. Colonel: I always am. Warren (sighing): Alright, let's do this again. The Colonel clapped his hands with a small laugh of excitement. Colonel: That's my boy. Alright, you head him, everyone! Places! We are going again. Warren looked down, as the Colonel scrambled out of there, to the the symbol of his new alter ego, Masquerade. Maybe this WAS the best way to get what he wanted, but it still felt very strange to him. It didn't matter though, he would win the Underground title at SCW's biggest pay per view. Who, or what, he was called didn't make any difference to him. Colonel: Alright starting in 3... 2... Warren placed his new 'face' back upon him, breathing out slowly as he did so. Once more... he could only think about Rise to Greatness and what awaited him. Warren: 1... ACTION! And off he was again... |
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| Sean | Jul 19 2008, 10:33 PM Post #6 |
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The One They Forgot
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OOC :: This roleplay will also be posted on my rp site, just wanted to post before 11:59. Anyway. This was fun guys. Good luck. Lets steal the show. This roleplay happened on Friday, July 18th, 2008. ---- "What happens here on, it's not my fault. Crazy outbreaks. Random screams. Anything that comes from me. It's not my fault. Blame it all on the girl who is nearly ruining what sanity I got left." The scene slowly fades in as we find ourselves in a hotel room in Atlanta, Georgia. We are looking at a familiar face, the same face we’ve been looking at for months now. If you’re dull and can’t figure who we’re talking about, it’s Justin Davis. The current Underground Champion is wearing a black Nike shirt, blue jeans, and his favorite white over black Nike shoes. Davis is by himself, looking out the window of a nice city view of Atlanta. He’s been standing there for a few minutes now. If you didn’t know Atlanta is one of his favorite cities, other then his hometown Boston. A few minutes passes by and his cell phone begins to ring. He puts his left hand in his left pocket and pulls out his cell phone. The caller id reads Anthony, we pretty much know who that is. Davis puts his phone on speaker and begins to talk. Justin Davis: What’s up Glace? Anthony: Finally you answer your phone with respect. Justin Davis: Shut up. What do you want? Anthony: Nothing, just wanted to see if you wanted to put in some more minutes of training. Cause our matches are in a couple days. Justin Davis: I guess I could. Anthony: You guess? Justin Davis: What? Anthony: Your answer should been. “Alright dude. I’m up for it.” Not “I guess I could.” Justin Davis: And…? Anthony: And? Whatever dude. I don’t care no more. Just get your ass down here. Justin Davis: Alright. I’ll see you in about twenty minutes. Anthony: Knock on my door loud enough so I can hear it. Justin Davis: Why are you going to be jacking-off in the bathroom. Anthony: No idiot. Just knock loud enough…alright? Justin Davis: Whatever dude. I’ll see you then. Anthony: Alright bye. Davis hangs up his phone and tosses it behind him on his bed. He still stands at the window looking out at the city. Looking around the room he finds his title belt. He lifts it up and lays it on his right shoulders. He makes a fist and wipes off the dust off the center plate. A smile comes from his face, then a sigh of disbelief comes from his mouth. Davis then shakes his head, and begins to speak. Justin Davis: Well, in a couple of days I go to war with six other men who think they are good enough to beat me for my precious Underground Championship. We got David Grenier, a man who I’ve defeated once before in a triple threat match. Also, we got Reckless, a man I’ve defeated once, and the man who has defeated my twice. Many may say Reckless is my threat, due to his little wins over big time people. But, to me he’s no threat. It doesn’t matter what people say, because I’m going to defeat him when it actually counts. Now there is another man in this match I’ve defeated before, not once, but two times. Donovan Kayl. He’s the same man I defeated to win this beautiful title. So, I pretty much got his number, so he’s not even a threat to me. Hell no one is a threat to me. Not even those new guys here in SCW. Louis Connelly and Myles Warner. Whoever the hell they are. They’re just going to go down like the rest. Oh and I almost forgot about the man in this match. The man who laid me out a couple weeks back, when I won my Underground Championship. Chris Lawler. The man who thinks he can defeat anyone right now, cause he’s oh-so superior, him being a veteran and all. Who gives a shit what you are, and how long you‘ve been here. You’re the biggest loser out of everyone in this match-up at Rise to Greatness. Lawler, you may of beaten me once before, but that was a genuine fluke, like all your other wins here in SCW. If you don’t believe me. Then you’ll see this Sunday at Rise to Greatness when I lay your ass out in front of thousands, MILLIONS of people all-around the world. This is a dream of mine, since I joined Supreme Championship Wrestling. My dream was to fight at the biggest show of the year. To fight in front of thousands, and thousands of fans. The dream has come true. I AM fighting at the biggest show of the year. I AM fighting in front of thousands and thousands of fans, at the Georgia Dome. And, I am not going to let my dream get shredded into a million pieces. I am going to win at Rise to Greatness. I am going to walk out of Rise to Greatness…STILL SCW Underground Champion of the WORLD! There is nothing else I got to say. There is nothing else I got to say about these hooligans in my match. Grenier, Connelly, Kayl, Reckless, Lawler, and Warner. All I got to say is good luck to you all. Cause I, Justin Davis isn’t going to back down. I am not going to lose my precious championship gold to all you has-beens, and wannabe’s. I’m going to fight until I am the last man standing in the ring, holding up my Underground Championship. If you don’t believe me…oh hell just watch and see. Davis stops speaking. He walks away from the window and walks towards the bathroom. Right as he walks into the bathroom someone knocks at his door. Davis lets out a loud growl and walks to the door. He opens it up, and its buddy Glacier,, who is wearing a white tank-top with black running shorts and black and white running shoes.. Davis looks at Glacier shaking his head with a little anger and a little disbelief, as Glacier has a angry look on his face. Justin Davis: What do you want? I told you I will be at your door in twenty minutes. Glacier puts his hand in front of Davis’ face, stopping him from speaking. Glacier then begins to speak. Anthony: It’s been more then twenty minutes you douche bag! Justin Davis: No it hasn’t. It’s only been ten, fifteen minutes. Anthony: No asshole. It’s been twenty minutes. What were you doing jacking-off? Justin Davis: No… Anthony: Whatever. Get your ass ready and lets go train. Justin Davis: Alright. Give me a god damn second. Davis rushes in the bathroom, as his cell phone begins to ring. He lets out a big growl, and rushes to his phone. He answers it without looking at his caller id. Davis puts his cell phone on speaker. Justin Davis: HELLO! “Justin. Why haven’t you answered my calls, or respond to any of my texts?” Justin Davis: Cassie? “Yes, Justin it’s me Cassie. Can you answer my question though.” Justin Davis: Not now Cassie. Cassie: Answer me damn it! Justin Davis: Don’t give me that god damn attitude Cassie! Cassie: Answer me Justin! Justin Davis: No! I’m not answering you. I’m hanging up on you now. So, good bye! Davis then throws his phone down onto his bed, then walks to the bathroom and tries to freshen up. His cell phone then rings again. Davis let it just keep on ringing. He then finishes freshen up, then grabs his phone and walks towards the door. Just as he does, his cell phone rings once again. He shakes his head and punches the wall. Yet again he answers the phone without looking at caller id. Justin Davis: WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH ME! No one answers, all you can hear is loud crying. Davis puts his phone on speaker and yells in the phone again. Justin Davis: ANSWER ME GOD DAMN IT! CASSIE IF YOU DON’T ANSWER ME IN TEN SECONDS I WILL HANG UP I SWEAR TO GOD, AND I WILL NEVER SPEAK TO YOU AGAIN! Cassie: Justin… Why do you have to be like this? Beth told me you were better then this. She told me you would be nicer, you wouldn’t lash out me unless provoked. Justin Davis: Well honey you calling me every single day, sending me all these god damn texts. I believe that provokes me to lash out and yell like THIS! AM I CORRECT! Cassie: Yes, but… Justin Davis: But nothing Cassie. Just stop calling me. Cassie: Listen Justin. Justin Davis: No I am not going to listen to you. Good bye, good bye forever Cassie. Cassie: WAIT! PLEASE WAIT! Justin Davis: No, good bye. Cassie: Please! That is the last thing you can before Davis hangs up his phone and tosses it in his pocket. He then grabs his wallet and exits his hotel room. Davis then walks down the hall, and out of nowhere Glacier stops him in his tracks. Davis laughs then pushes him out of the way. Glacier then stops Davis, and he begins to speak. Anthony: What the hell is your problem now? Justin Davis: Nothing, let’s go. Anthony: Cassie bothering you again. Justin Davis: Ha. You know everything don’t you Glace? Whack! Glacier just whacks him in the back of the head, and Davis falls back and hit’s the wall behind him. Glacier then shakes his head and laughs a little. Anthony: You feel better now? Justin Davis: Thanks. That made me feel a little better. Anthony: Now tell me what’s up. Justin Davis: Cassie, man. She called me. I answered thinking it would be you. Anthony: Ha. Idiot. Justin Davis: Shut up. Well, Cassie is pissed, and she was crying trying to convince me with pity to speak with her. But, it didn’t work. I’m Justin Davis, I don’t care about others. Anthony: You’re one mean son of a bitch. Justin Davis: I don’t care. I don’t want her in my life. Anthony: Whatever dude. You don’t need her. Let’s just get down stairs to the weight room, so we can train for a couple of hours. Justin Davis: Alright let’s go. Right when he says that Glacier closes his hotel room door. Then the both of them walk down the hall. A few laughs come from the both of them, pushes back and forth, you could say they’re doing all the things two brothers would. What we’ve seen the past couple of months you can just call them brothers. But, anyway. The both of them are pretty much gone from the scene. It seems Davis isn’t really that mad about Cassie, but we’ll see if he has any anger come this Sunday at Rise to Greatness. 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| Chris Lawler | Jul 19 2008, 10:45 PM Post #7 |
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Well, here it is, sorry it's so late, but here it is either way, good luck fellas. Spilling My Guts |
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