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| End of the Year Invitational Battle Royal | |
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| Topic Started: Dec 22 2008, 01:23 PM (603 Views) | |
| Mr. D | Dec 22 2008, 01:23 PM Post #1 |
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The SCW Owner and Leader of the Nation of Moderation
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Anyone can enter from inside or outside Supreme Championship Wrestling. It's the yearly tradition. Eliminations occur by pinfall or submission and the winner receives a brand new car (to be determined) and one million dollars! 2 RP Limit Deadline: 5 pm EST Tuesday, December 30, 2008 To enter, just roleplay. |
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| Red Robberson. | Dec 24 2008, 01:36 AM Post #2 |
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The Last Something something. Yeah Rebel!
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((2nd edit is for this ooc note: I'll be playing multiple characters under this handle. Disco Ninja, Copenhagen, Red and possibly Blast thus 8 possible limit 2 RP per character. Just to clear up any confusion. So this is Disco Ninja 1/2)) Many people don't understand me. Then again, when most people meet me, they seldom live to tell the tale. Most people think the name I am called by is nothing but a joke. Or some people mistake for a hackeysack player that uses my name is his nickname. He will pay for such theivery in due time. However my current contract as brought from my homeland to the land whre my favorite music propsered at one time, until it stopped with no luck of resurgance. People hear the name of my favorite type of musci and laugh. They at it in Japan, they laugh at it hear in the Americas. Disxo in not dead! Disco is LIFE! That is my creed. Other than fulfill the mission. As I mentioned beforehand, I have a mission. My mission seems strange to me. Since a lot the code of my villiage, their traditions will become violated. I have no idea what my elders were thinking. I am to compete publicly. Not in the shadows I am used to. Perhaps due to my love of Disco, they felt that I must be made public. I almost feel ashamed. This sport I'm to compete in is very popular over in Japan. Seems like there here in America. Wrestling. Here it seems that they always like to speak about their matches. And the one that spouts off the most generally tends to win. That is truly odd. My opponents have me at the disadvantage. For I can't speak. I am a mute. This is a shame. I see a camera pointed at me. I don't like this. They wish for to speak about this Battle Royal that I have found myself competing in. This is not where my contract lies, but the chance for large sum of American car would be great so I can pick my alligences more to my liking once I compete where my contract is stated. ________________ The camera is flicked on. The scene is a cherry blossum set. With petals softly falling around a man dressed as a ninja. The music opens up with a soft Japanese drum beat for a few moments. Then a disco ball slowly descending from above. How is this possible? It's a TV set, lots of stuff is possible. The music changes slowly from the soft drum beats to "Disco Inferno" by the Trampps. Within the falling blossom petals, there's a man dressed as a ninja. The ninja costume is this loud white color. His face is covered by the traditional mask. Arms crossed over his chest. His head slightly turned with an angered look in his brown eyes. With a sleight of hand trick that his training had taught him he withdrew four shurikens from the hidden confindes of his wrist wear. In the background arose training dummies, in a row, next to each other. Each one of these dummies wore a leisure suit. One Black, one Red and the last one was lavender. Finally a sign arose above the head of the Ninja that read in flashing alternate color schemes: DISCO NINJA Director: Hey buddy, you gotta talk! The Ninja shifting a bit before doing anything. He threw all the shurikens. Two Hitting the Red leisure suit dummy and the black and lavender suited one get one shuriken stuck into them. Upon being hit. The dummys flip up sings with the words writtin on them: Disco Ninja will win MONEY and Car! It's plain to see that the Disco Ninja is here at SCW to win this battle royal and to take the 1 million dollar cash and the car. Which Disco Ninja plans on selling for cash as well. He recrosses his arms across his. And still has the angered look in his eyes. The facial expressions all ride with during this time. With no words. His actiosn must speak for him. Director: Um... you gonna do anything esle or you just going to stand there all grumpy and pissed off! the Disco Ninja suddenly points into the air. Striking a pose most commonly seen by John travolta in 'Saturday Night Fever" Bringing that arm downward and back up to the air where he had pointed again. The Disco Ninja was showing his confidence, not only as a dancer but for his nearly assured victory as well. Well least he thought so. The disco dancing he was perfrom was speaking almost in an interpative dance. As if to say: Disco Ninja is number 1. Disco Ninja will win. Because Disco Ninja is unlike any that you have seen before. I may not be apart of the group hosting this match. But Disco Ninja shall prove that he will be the best you have ever seen taking all the comiers from whereever they maybe. End RP Edit: Darn color tags Stole Rachel's line! *gives 1 cent royalty fee*
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| Scott | Dec 24 2008, 02:13 AM Post #3 |
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Insight into Scott ( enjoy the rp, just click on the words above ) |
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| Red Robberson. | Dec 24 2008, 10:17 PM Post #4 |
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The Last Something something. Yeah Rebel!
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((EDit for ooc note. This is Copenhagen 1/2 RPs)) With nothing to do but whip the ever living hell out of the hide of Midas in MCW once the Christmas Cracker comes along, Craig "Copenhagen" Jones finds himself in a bind. He's currently undefeated at MCW. Getting a surprise win over Joey Santini on his MCW debut. However, Jones as found himself with nothing going on by getting an ass whiping from Midas, who had been livid over his sigles career becoming entirely dreadful. Packing his tin of Copenhagen chewing tobacco as he finds himself staring down the face of a camera. It's promo time. He began to debate inside his head. "Last time I didn't use the tobacco and people understood me, I got the win. When I do something I love." Refering to his chewing habit. "People don't understand me and I lose. Fuck it I'll do what I want" He took a huge pinch of the tobacco and placed it in his mouth. Then he put on his Stark Blask mask to conceal his identity as well as uphold the traditions of where he was trained and currently makes his home: Parts Unknown, NJ. Otherwise he he looked like a man that could be part of the Hell's Angels biker gang. He wasn't nearly as tall as the other tall biker, Scott Stonewall. Craig was nervous, he did his best not to let himself not visually show it. The nicotine from the chew helped settle his nerves. Spitting into a small warped plactic bottle that was stained brown from years of uses it as his spit cup. Jones never found himself in need of a spitoon. Hazel eyes just stared down that camera. They weren't ready for Jones yet. Which was all the better. Without Johnny around, his nerves tend to go all in some odd fucked way. Johnny in the wrestling world was something that was his anchor. Moral support. The two of them been throught way too damn much in the eight years that they've known each other. Taking a deadly steam bath while in the Navy, undergoing the training under the Masked Fisherman in Parts Unknown, NJ. Even Johnny getting him his first job in wrestling as his own tag partner, under his original nickname, Jonesy. Then after the organization closed it doors due to bankruptcy, Jones found himself on the indy circuit taking shit wrestling gigs, out of the spotlight, not even on TV, his career was getting flushed down the toliet. Then Johnny saved his ass again. Looking out for him as always. Johnny got him the job with MCW.Where he's known as Copenhagen. That was last month. With nothing really going on but taking ass kickings and not doing what he loved, When he got wind of this Invitation Battle Royal. Jones took it hook, line and sinker. To be honest with himself, he much rather be wrestling, anywhere, not caring if he got he ass handed to him on a silver platter. Of if he somehow managed to win a match here and there. Then he would be happy. The barroom brawler in him was beginning to resurface in him like he was doing before Johnny dragged his ass to Parts Unknown to get trained for wrestling. Again he stared down at that camera. He hated that camera. That lifeless lense was taunting him. Much like most of his opponents. He wanted to get going home. Sptting again into the warped plastic bottle. He wondered if they would ever get that thing rolling. The crew too busy with coffee. He had work to do. Bars to get to and find a fight there. He's been dying for the chance to get SOMETHING going. Lack of action made his life dull. If it kept up, then even riding his Harley would be becoming dull. He loved that bike. The camera was rolling. about time now he can speak his mind.: =============================================== The camera shows Copenhagen standing near a custom built Harley Davison Chopper. Spitting into the spit bottle of his. Screwing the cap of his spit bottle on tight before placing it inside of his. The original "American Bad Ass" by Metallica begins playing. He prefered the remake by Kid Rock but... he'll rolled with it. Copenhagen speaking in a heavy Texas accent. Not a long drawl but Alomst a quck twag and quicker cadance to the flow of his speech. Most of his words are muffled and distorted by the large wad of chewing tobacco he still is working with inside his mouth. Copenhagen: SCDubba. so you boys are having a little Battl Royale. Considering that where I'm working I'm not getting much enjoyment doing what I do with other places. I'm going to take that little invitation. THen I'm going to stick up the asses of any and all comers. Of course, most yall don't know who I am. That's fine. I don't care. You see this black mask in your ring. You best be running. I am full of surprises. Copenhagen stops to spit mor spit into the bottle before continuing talking. Copenhagen: Just odd to see that wrassles chewing the tobacce? How do you think I got my name? Like I really come from Denmark. Hmph! Not like I have anything against you boys and girls in SCW. I just want that prize. My current work isn't paying my bills. When ya wrassle, you ought to be wrestling not sitting on your ass. Jacob Laymon hired me for one match despite a long lengthy contact. He's been screwing with me. Then all I get to is just stand waiting for something to do. I'm getting rusty. I'm reverting to what I was before I was a wrassler. And you're little battle royal here is going to indulge that old me. And I'm going to love the chance to have a brawl, not knowing where the next person is going to hit you from. The only shame, No pool cues, broken beer bottles, jukeboxes and barstools at my disposal. If that hadn't clued yall in, then let me enlighten ya folks. Before I start wrasslin'. I was riding around some of the seediest bars in the Dallas, Texas area. Just looking for a fight. Often I was talking on a dozen guys in a night. Sometimes, I would win and kick all their asses. Other times I got sent to the emergency room. Whatever. IF the thrill of a fight is there, I'm there, and I want to get paid. Winning this fight of a Battle Royal, that means that I walk away with a cool million. Though I don't want the fucking car, mabye a new bike. Rather be riding. So far, yall have seen Scott Stonewall and some yahoo calling himself the Disco Ninja wanting to lay claim to that prize as well. All I have to say is, Good luck there boys. We'' have ourselves a nice little time beating the hell out of each other. I highly doubt that it'll be just the three of us trying for that large prize. So that means the Disco Yahoo, and Stonewall and myself will have our hands full. Everyone will going in there, teaming up, betraying whoever will help them get the means they need. Oh you don't need worry about me. I will much rather enjoy just beating the shit outta anyone I can get my hands on. The prize is truly, to me, a benefit to what to what I want. A fight with a lot of people. So good luck gents. Spitting into the bottle again. Copenhagen: You'll need it. End RP |
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| Scott | Dec 26 2008, 01:38 AM Post #5 |
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Christmas at Mama Stonewall's note: use of Jay Williams has been cleared with the handler before this was written |
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| Red Robberson. | Dec 26 2008, 12:35 PM Post #6 |
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The Last Something something. Yeah Rebel!
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((Edit 2: stating Red Robberson 1/2 Pr here)) Red Finally gets a turn! All on camera. In Red's office in his home at Jackson, MS. Daisy in seen in the background running about, getting paperwork and filing things for the upcoming legal battles that Red is going to be having. The look on his face is obivously flustered with the stress from not only the Holiday season and the Civil Court battles he's about to go into. His hands are resting under his chin. The office is acutally much better organizied than before. That monotone male voice speaking as white neatly handwritten script is superimposed reading: "From the Desk of Red Robberson" Red: Did yall have a good Christmas, holiday and whatnot? I hope so. I got to have a little break from my time with SCW, and I sorely needed that time. As you can see, despite my assistance working her little ass off fer me getting things ready for items in my personal life I don't wish to make public. However, it's due to those things in my personal life that are becoming my moviation for the upcoming Battle Royal. Scott, I'm sorry that we will have end up locking horns again, Jist after we had a well fought match and that there attack from the disrespectful Model Bahavior. So we both are part of the Southern Alliance, but both going to this Battle Royal. You say you need to prove yourself in that match. But aren't all the people that are finding their way into the match doing the same there? Believe you me Scott. We'll have a ball. Just imagine if all us Southern Allinace boys end up in there? We would make everyone sorry they ever step foot into the ring against us. Since this is a Battle Royal. It's almost getting to the matches that I truly enjoy. Granted, I've only had two matches in my entire career. But I feel like the tactics I empolyed against Dark Tiger would most certainly help me out. Now Scott talks of honor, I did as well. I also said that I prefer to do whatever is needed to win. Pausing to sigh a bit. Red: Now, Scott is the only person thus far that has made himself vocal about the Battle Royal. But we have Copenhagen from MCW and The Disco Ninja from IWC proclaiming their desire to be in this match. Which per the rules, this is permissible. I like to know the rules. This invitational Battle Royal, seems to give the ability for those not from SCW to join in the fray. In theory, This means anyone could enter that there ring. Anyone can vie fer that million dollar prize. It's a lot at stake there. It's gonna make it difficult fer anyone to truly shine without some form of help or Alliance. So with Scott and myself heading in there. We already got that there advantage. If Jay and George enter the fray as well. That's four people that can work together til only we remain. Of course this is only in theory. So I can't assure Scott, Jay or George if we will even get that chance. Life has nothin that can be so reliant. So I'm sure that Copenhagen see this as a chance for a large cash prize, but I do believe he much rather have the chance to have a brawl. I think that was the gist of what he was talking about during his little chat with us here in SCW. Scott knows the biker culture better than I. I'm just an actor and former presidential candidate. I don't know that there world. So he might have a bit of honor considering his Southern roots. Though he resides currently in Parts Unknown, NJ. From my resreach before I started my wrasslin career. The men and women from that there area have a very strict tradition with their wrasslin. They tend to see it as a spiritual asspect. Least that's per my resreach. I could be wrong. They see this sport as something different and see little need to aspire to glory. Expalins why many of the residents of that town have such a poor record in the ring. Copenhagen since joining MCW is currently undefeated. I've looked this up. But he's only had one match. I've had two, and also am currently undefeated. Consider Scott and I got a draw offically. As far as I know, copenhagen won't have an ally with him. I do. so I have the advantage. Thus, Scott has it as well. Disco Ninja.... that name just sound plain odd. That fella don't like to speak much at all now does he? Shame my resreach hasn't been able to get him into my sights. So, I'm gaging that this Battle Royal is offically his debut in the world of pro wrasslin. I can't even get a read about his past. It's like he just jist appeared from nowhere to hop into this here match with us. I'm fairly certain that he'll be at a size and weight disadvantage. Much my matches here at SCW wrasslin have been. This quiet boy is gonna have some trouble dealing with us believe you me. Now my time for this visit to my desk is growing short. So all I will say is good luck to all you that partake in this Battle Royal. You'll all need it. I'll need it as well. 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| george | Dec 26 2008, 03:47 PM Post #7 |
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{Off Camera} George is sitting in a truck smoking a cigarette. The day before had been long and strenuous. First there was the near fight with Scott and then there was the visit with the family. No one could let the grandma thing go. He knew she had died. He knew he was close to her. Why did they have to bring it up every five fucking minutes? Some shit doesn’t need to be said. Something inside him felt alive for a moment though. When Scott and he were face to face he felt alive. The blood inside of him was rushing through, and the adrenaline pumping. He had decided to join in on the battle royal. Yea, Scott had some shit to prove. The man had never held a world title. It was the only thing left for him to prove. After that Scott would probably retire. The last match he was in had been hard but it was for the sake of the team not himself. His career had been a constant ride of on and off. There was no consistency in his career except for when he was in a tag team. The invitational battle royal is a chance for him to show what he can do as a single competitor. Ain’t nothing but a flesh wound as the expression goes. No pain no gain as they say cause flesh wounds aint nothing for nothing depending on how yer look at it. When you are facing physical pain you either know of a way to treat it or at least block out the pain. If you don’t personally know then there is always someone else who does. Pain of the heart is what is hard. There is no cure. Everyone has different ways of dealing with it so if you talk to someone they probably wont have the answer for you. With pain of the heart one learns the fine art of patience and endurance. One man knows how to keep fighting despite having his head and blot out the pain. Is he tougher than the man who goes to work the day after losing a loved one? Is he tougher than the man who continues despite having his heart ripped out by some woman? The monster that rages within during that time when a man is dealing with losing someone close to him whether that person left or died is a dangerous time. At any moment he could snap and tear someone apart, limb by limb. To confront someone who is going through something like that is truly brave. What if someone were to knowingly take that knowledge of the inner beast and use it to their advantage? If someone were to harness the inner demons and turn them outward at will he could become a force to be reckoned with. With that kind of inner rage being harnessed one could arguably block out any amount of pain no matter how great the injury. It is not the aggression itself you understand. Rather it is the drive that turns them into something unstoppable. It is the sheer determination and will power. The undying desire to keep going can take a man through fire, literally. This is what George lives with day in and day out since his wife and he split up a little over a year ago. His heart felt like it had been ripped to shreds and torn apart. A year after his wife left him his grandmother dies. It is easy for him to turn the inner pain into rage and use it constructively to whip some ass. Taking in a deep breath George gets out of the truck. He needs some air. The SCW crew should be here any minute. He knew they were still in the area when he called since they had done the promotion for Scott just the day before. Hopefully they wouldn’t take too much longer. George thought he had picked out one hell of a spot for this little on camera shoot. The terrain was nothing but mud and trees as far as the eye could see. It was the perfect terrain for what he has to say. It is the proclamation of what he is all about. A couple of stray dogs comes walking along. The winter wind is starting to blow. George pulls up on his flannel jacket and zips it the rest of the way before kneeling down in his black cowboy boots to pet the dog. It had just rained the day before. He could tell by the mud puddles. Quickly he shooed the dog off. The smell in the air indicated more rain even though the clouds didn’t seem to show any sign of opening up. Dirt and mud started flying up into the air as the camera crew van started pulling around. He spit on the ground before lighting a cigarette. It didn’t take long for the camera crew to set up. George told them no reporters. He wasn’t fixing to do no retarded ass interview like Scott did. Some things needed to be set straight and he didn’t need someone else asking him questions in order to say what needed to be said. Stomping out his cigarette with the heel of his boot George put on the annoying mini microphone. {On Camera} The scene opens with George standing near the open tailgate of a rusty red seventy five Chevrolet truck. The ground is covered with mud, and there is no sign of intelligent life anywhere. “Welcome to the south!” George exclaims George bends down and runs his fingers in the mud. He places the mud under his nose. “Fresh southern mud.” George says before wiping it off on his jeans. “Time for some reality. I ain’t one to beat around da bush. We all know there are cameras rollin’ here so let’s get to the fuckin’ point already. There is an invitational battle royal comin’ up.” George spits off into the distance before continuing. “Everyone has something to prove in this match. Fuck tis match. Tis society always has sometin’ to prove to someone. I ain’t got shit to prove to none of yer fuckers! Tat’s right I fuckin’ said it. What are any of you numnuts goin’ to do about it? Not a fuckin’ ting. I am always da underdog in da match. Tis won’t be no different dan any other time. Let me boil it down for yer boys dough. Disco Ninja you are fixin’ to dance yer way into a broken fuckin’ leg. Disco is dead and if you piss me off too bad in dis match disco and your career will have a lot in common.” George walks back to a truck and hops into the bed of the truck. Sitting in the back of the truck is a large blue cooler. Quickly he reaches into the cooler and pulls out a Killian’s beer. After taking off the top he throws back almost half the beer before continuing from the bed of the truck. “Copenhagen, I could give two shits what da fuck yer name means or where you got it from.” George begins emphatically before jumping off the bed of the truck, beer still in hand. “It don’t matter if I gotta break yo fuckin’ legs, crush yo fuckin’ face, or bust yo nose wide da fuck open. I ain’t playin’ no games wit you boys. I am comin’ to win and I don’t give a flying fuck if you are undefeated in M-C-W. Yo ain’t rasslin no one from ther. Yo fixin’ to fight in da S-C-W. I got my reasons, and what day are ain’t none of yo fuckin’ business.” George takes another large gulp of the beer finishing it off before tossing the bottle into the bed of the truck. The glass breaks instantly upon landing. George just laughs. “Red you half retarded fuck yea you might be a member of our little group but dis here is different. I will do what I gotta do to make sure dat tings are on da up and up and no one tries to do yer wrong cause of where you are from as dat is what we are all about. But, I don’t like a single fuckin’ ting about you. Hell, I tink you are a low down sorry excuse for a human being but you don’t deserve to get shit juss for bein’ southern, especially when there are so many other tings to whip your ignorant ass fer.” A scowl crosses the face of George and he lowers his head before looking back up. A fiery look is resting inside of his eyes and his forehead is wrinkled. “Now last but not least is Scott” George states “You big pile of shit. Ther ain’t fixin’ to be no stopping me. You know the way I get in a fight Scott. I saw the fear in your eyes the other day. You can deny it if you want to Scott. You are no spring chicken anymore. I might not have da size but I got der muscle and the speed along wit da skill and know how. I know moves even you can’t pull off Scott. Let’s be honest here Scott if I get you in da right hold you will be surrendering faster than a French soldier. You want to go around saying you don’t give a fuck? Guess what? No one cares whether you give a fuck or not! You don’t have to be skeered to get yer ass whipped old man. As I recall you weren’t scared of Sickle and he whipped your ass despite the size difference. I hope you reach the world title scene man I really do. After all the shit you been through you deserve one but you are fuckin’ blind if you tink fer one second dat I am fixin’ to sit on the sidelines waitin’ fer your ass to get some gold. As I said before I got my own reasons for entering into dis battle royal and there is going to be a lot of blood spilt before it is over. I am comin’ to win and that is just da way it is. I HOPE there will be no hard feelings afterwards. Don’t be expectin’ no more camera shoots from me as I don’t like to repeat myself. I have said what I have to say, and dat is that. They call this an invitational battle royal so I am INVITING anyone who dares to enter that ring into a southern white trash ass kicking. One last thought for each and every one of you fuckers though. If I lose it is just one loss on the scoreboard. If you lose then you just got your ass kicked by a guy who is probably no taller than your sister. No pressure…..” George laughs maniacally at the ironic humor of the situation adding a sense of impending terror to the competitors who might be watching this little broadcast. The scene fades to black. |
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| Red Robberson. | Dec 26 2008, 07:30 PM Post #8 |
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The Last Something something. Yeah Rebel!
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((OOC FUN: Disco Ninja 2nd RP attempt. )) I have been biding my time. Sneaking around the legdes and narrow walkways before I got to my target's penthouse suite. My mind swimming with the words George Williams mentioned before he headed on this nonessential mission. In all reality, no mission is non essentail. Every mission must ultilize every ounce of my best effort. All my intelligence, all my training and skills. A helicopter is now passing by me. With the color of suit I've choosen on this mission, I blend in with the natural grey color of the marble surface I'm pressed aginst. There must have been a leak about an assassin plot. I think this only because of the call number on the tail of the heli. It was identical to one that flew by earlier in my asscent to the penthouse. I started to round a corner. Looking for my entry point. Which per how I was briefed was an air duct. The claws of my climbing gear make itt to lift up the grate to allow my entry into the air system. I was lucky as the grate hit the wall when I had completely entered the dust system as the same helicopter had made a third pass. Right now I'm ine the clear. No one has saw me. Thus, the mission is still able to be completed without too much of a bloodiled mess. I had a small bag. I reached in carefully. withdrawing a small blowgun. near my shoulder I had a set of five darts, All of them are coated in a letheal poison. I start crawling slowly through the air ducts. My mission here is to kill a drug cartel man that distributes cocaine smuggled from South America. What they do is really not my concern. My concern is all in the penthouse are silenced. I found my way to a vent that I could peer down below me into the penthouse. Right now I see two henchmen to the Kingpin. Using a small blade from my clawed climbing gear, to jimmy open the vent just enough to slip the blowgun through. With enough room to aim, I slip in the first dart. Blowly hard. the first dart hits.one of the nenchmen. Dropping to the ground fast. The second one is turning his attention to the fallen comrade. Making him such an easy target. He too falls as I hit the back of his head with the 2nd dart. Reecuring the vent cover, I continue to slowly make my way through the air duct Somewhere in the back of my mind as I sneak around, there was George Williams. Disco is dead? No! It is never dead! Granted I struck first blood when approaching this match. And already I've been written off as a joke. Only due to my love of Disco music.But however, my inability to speak has proven useful. As they was truly nothing they could have said against me. Plus I've complexed a few of them. Ninjutsu is more about deception than it is about being a flashy hop skip and jump around the place acrobatic genius. The acrobatics help, but it's not the only thing ninja are known for. Modern stereotyping done by Americans, it sickens me. I've now found another vent opening. There's three men in this room. Two seem to carry handguns, most like a semi automatic 9mm of some sort of make. The third is carrying an Uzi submachine gun. 3 darts left before I have to leave the cover of the air ducts and start using the penthouse for cover. Jummying the vent cover open as I did the first time. I aim carefully. Timing my shot when one of the handgun henchmen is distracted by the other. I fired, my timing was perfect. dropping the submachine gun man. Then I quickly pick off the other other two using all the darts I have brought along with me. Dropping to the floor and moving quickly before my kills are discovered. Removing the darts from the dead bodies. of the three in this room. I back track to the first two I've killed. and removed the darts from them as well. Leaving no trances of my presence. My bag of tools I've brouth along with me, swap out the blowgun and pull the tanto. Attatching the scabbard to the belt of my costume. The bar is secure to my back. I look at the decor of the room of the penthouse. Pink trimmed walls with a flat white finish. The dark marble grey of my clothing is going to clash against it. So using the walls will not help me. However, my main target has pently of furtunure to hide behind, under etc. So my options are still vast. I hear footsteps coming toward me. Random words i don't care of their meaning or their content. They are collateral kills. Per my contract. The more bodies I must kill. The larger sum I can demand. So it all works for my benefit to be merciless. Ducking behind a sofa. The two men come closer. They had Uzis as well. it seems the more I kill here, the more firepower they bring to the table. Just more to my overall take if I walk out of here alive. I pull two shurikens from my shoulder opposite the one that had hidden the poison darts for my blowgun. They were distracted by the two victims I had earlier. I get myself high from behind the sofa to throw a shuriken passed them.and it sticking into the room I descended into. One of the men leave to go and check out the noise. They smart enough to split up. I was counting on that. I silent slid the tanto out from its scabbard, Rolling quickly behind items of furiture that could provide cover for me. The first of thise two ment a quck end as I finally got in close enough to slit his throat open with the fully withdrawn tanto. I pressed against the wall and waited for the 2nd man to renter to the room.. I knew it was risky. But I was against a wall the man can't see me from as he came back. Also, how the lightning work out, my shadow wasn't giving me away either. I still had one shuriken at the ready. So I bided my time, which wasn't long for this man to be coming back to report to my latest kill. With him looking for me seeing my handiwork. He discovered me. I waited too long. Damnit. I had no choice now by to strike quick before he gave me away. If that happens, then I am done for. Nor would my stealth be of any help to me. I hurld the shuriken quickly sticking him in the neck while he attempted to radio in backup and report my presence. He's been effectively silenced. Now. My Tanto and i lunged at him. The blade plowing into his chest. Blood spurting outward. hitting my clothing. Some of it on my skin near my eyes. I instinctively closed my eyes to avoid having blood enter them.George Williams, how truly I wish this was you. You do not every mock me. I pulled the tanto out. and the henchman feel. gapping hole in his chest from my strike. Why didn't he bother using the Uzi. That pussled me. He could have stopped me. I must have a luck demon on my side invisibly hindering these men. This man had gotten out some words. I must act quickly now. I've already killed seven people in this night alone, However my task isn't complete. That damn Williams is distracting me. I'll make him pay.... I press myself against the wall quickly. I pulled three shurikens. The two I used earlier, and one that was still hidden away. Tanto is still at the ready.The hallway is narrow even for me to poise myself between the walls and strike from above. WIth the sound of a few more henchpeople, because I also hear a woman that is barking orders, coming. I use a shuriken to take out the lights above. I scaled up the walls, poised to strike in the darkness I created. Two mean coming first with the woman behind them. If I time everything right, as soon as they walk into the darkness. They will be no longer among the living. The walk into the darkness. I drop down behind the woman. Convering her mouth to prevert her from screaming, the tanto slitting her throat open. I drop her to the floor silently and make my move against the males. They turnaround shooting the Uzis while I hug the floor, perched very low to the ground as they shoot above me. The Shurikens I throw at the same time with one hand. Hitting one in the chest the other hit in the groin. I wince from the poor aim. But however, it was effect. The two men writing in pain, I can take them out at my leisure. I don't want to risk their recovery and a possible blinkside. So I quickly end their misery by stabbing their throats to silently take them down. The was an odd air of silence in the pent house. It would seem that he had only ten people hired to guard him. Pity. I could have used more cash. The tanto I slipped quietly into its scabbard. I also took the time to retrieve all my shurikens. The three I've used and now useless for another other than a distractnary thorw. It might work depending on how things went witht he target.Sliding between the hallway, and oors leading to other rooms. I checked for my quarry. I found him asleep in the master bedroom. I'm frankly surprised with all the shouting from the woman guard, and the gunfire he remained asleep. No matter. makes it easier as I snuck up to him. with a small amount of poison in a hypodermic need which I secured on my belt. I pulled the protective covering on the needle and adminstered the poison. Making the target's sleep eternal. I can make my escape how ever I want. I shoose to hide aboved the elevator and and not risk a long perilous climb along the skyscaper. In retrospect, I should done this to accend to the penthouse. Oh well, I could charge for hazardous duty with emolyer when I meet him for payment. 11 bodies. that would be 10 million yen total. That includes my villiage's cut being taken already. To serve my villiage well and still 'tell' the tale. No better feeling than that. ===================================================== On camera. The Disco Ninja is seen nearby Nigara Falls, on the U.S. half, at the bottom of the falls Shoreline. The Ninja is wearing a Red colored ninja costume. He isn't facing the camera. on his back is a cheap plastic toy katana that is highly decorative vice functional. There is music playing in the background. It is, of course, disco music. ABBA's "Dancing Queen" is the song. There is no dancing from Disco Ninja. No leisure suit wearing training dummies rigged up. Just him and the beautiful natural landmark shared between The United States and Canada. The song is slowly dying in its volume as a narrator begins to speak for the mute man. Narrator: It would seem that SCW's Invitation Battle Royal is somewhat of a joke. that I have decided to enter the fray. I don't understand why that is? Is it because those competing in this match think of me as nothing but a joke? Is it because I forced a man vacationing here to read this letter I've written to you all because I can not speak for myself. That's right, ifyou haven't figured this out yet. I am mute. Thus unable to speak. Thus far some of the people here, the newer wrestlers, and one grizzled seasoned wrestler. They don't know of my capabilities in the ring. I don't blame them. I tend to live a life of stealth and much of my background is in fact hidden information. To those three men, they are merely nothing more to me as opponents and roadblocks to my achieving victory in this Battle Royal that will mark my first offical match as a professional wrestler. The Disco Ninja does a quick jumping spin kick as he begins a kata that his village has taught him. When the masked face is seen during the kata's motions, the eyes just have an extremely angered look about them. The Narrator continues the Disco Ninja's words in a trembling voice, continuing like it had been while the first portion was read. Narrator: However, despite a small amount of respect I have been given. There is one person that I wish to speak on. That is a man known as Goerge Williams. When he decided to partake in this Battle Royal, he spoke while drinking beer. It would seem to the point that he had put himself into a drunken stupor. Pity. Hte current move of the Kata involves a side twisted jump that ends with the The Dscio Ninja slamming his fist into the ground, slight denting the earth with the force of his wieght. Narrator: He said that Disco is Dead. And my dancing will make him want to kill my career. Break my leg, whatever. This man clearly shows no respect to anyone if you listen to his words. At times, I'm truly glad that I don't have the ability to speak. I don't think people would like to hear what I have to say. Williams, let's make one thing very clear. You are not on a contract yet. I am only loyal to my contract, my targeted opponent. With a task given to me. I do the best within my ability to handle whatever comes my way. Granted this isn't the style of combat I would prefer. After all, I am a ninja after all. A damn good one as well. I just happen to like disco. Enough to have it sometimes become involved with my contracts. The Disco Ninja perfroms a handspring kick and and remains in a handstand while continuing his kata. The moves of the kata are erratic and hard to figure out the flow that will come next. Narrator: My target for the Battle Royal is the prize and the prize alone. I don't care who else become involved in this match. They will all begin to meet the same fate all living beings share. Death. I only hasten the approach of it. Mr. Williams. Your fate might come sooner than you think if you continue this highly disrespectful manner. Even toward people that you seem to have alligence with. I speak of course, of Scott Stonewall and Red Robberson. If how you're approaching this Battle Royal, you also seem to be buring bridges with them. To a point it almost seems hypocritical. Which is all a matter of how you preceive things of that matter. I might work alone very often in my work. However, loyalitry from people is highly regard. You seem to show none. Can you prove me wrong Mr. Williams? Only time will tell. The kata continues while the handstand is abandoned for the moment as The Disco Ninja performing three backflipping handsprings then a back flip kick. Narrator: The company of SCW is not where my major contract lies. So this one match, enemies I make, allies I make. It is only for a single match that does not affect my career. So Mr. Williams, I belive you overreact to the presence myself and the know as Copenhagen in the Battle Royal. We well be gone and out of your hair and SCW's dealing perhaps until the next one of these Battle Royals. To say for sure that I will return to it is hard to say, I am paid well enough to compete regards of the prize, then yes. The prize in important to me currently because the pay I've given to the partakement of this match is next to nothing. If not anything, I'll rewarded with experience of what Americans have in the professional wreslting world vice my native Japan. Just be glad I'm not practicing all the arts of my trade with the new art of wrestling. That would not be fair. The rules are very clear that I cannot use my other tools and tactics. Making me not only inexperienced, but highly at a disadvantage. However with my contract and detication to accquiring my quarries. I don't think I will have too much trouble adjusting. Despite being still the lightest and shortest man in that match, thus far. Just means I'll have to study my opponents, quickly, find the weak points, and strike with the perfect timing. So I will enjoy this experience, despite a possibly drunk loudmouth, 2 Giant Bikers, an actor. and whoever might join into the fray. It will be a glorious day. It will be.... SCW YEAR END SPECIAL DAY! Wait a minute? What? With that the Disco Ninja completes the Kata with a high flipping jump into the air. and throwing two shurikens, One heading to the camera and the other to the Narrator. Who had been off screen the whole time. Narrotor: NO! The Shuriken aimed at the camera cause it to break and malfunction, causes a white noise visual effect before cutting suddenly to black. End RP |
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| Red Robberson. | Dec 27 2008, 09:39 PM Post #9 |
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The Last Something something. Yeah Rebel!
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OOC: Blast 1/2 possible Rp's Good guys, I've done 5 RPs as four characters It's like a crap version of Reckless!Funk jiving and disco diving fun for me today! Blast had gotten wind of this little shinding over at the cool cats of SCW. I'm no stranger to them, but somewhat unknown to the majority of them. Katie Steward and David Miller got to see me in action, thanks largely due to the last minute swap out by MCW owner Jacob Laymon. With the help of the Lethal Weapon Nick Harris, I was able to get the funk going down for MCW with a victory over Steward and Miller. Kinda a bit on the jive for them. I find myself a little bored, which is always on the shit end of the jive scale. The lower that scale goes, the more jive it is. I need to get things solid. So, while I bid my time til the Channel 101 finals, and the Christmas Cracker for MCW. I'm thinking I'll join my main brother Copenhage on this Battle Royal gig. All are invited. With all things in my world going to the way grand funkatude. Somehow busting my way through here.and getting this win. I might get all the brothers and sisters in the world of wrestling, to just get pass the slight oddities that make me, me. I heard it a lot of the time. "This Blast guy is retarded." "Blast I can't believe you don't know that it's 2008." Well duh! It's 1978 and about to 1979. Most the time I alwasy get the same jive talk about my wearing a mast. "Gimmicks are dead. Can't you be yourself?" I AM being myself you stupid jive ass turkeys! Trying to explain myelf is like me becoming a broken record. Because every will tell me that exact same thing. Sighing to myself right as I think about it. Relaxing at my home in my record shop in Parts Unkwon, NJ. I have an old jazz record playing. It's trying to keep me calm, and levelheaded. The only light in my place is from all the lava lamps I own. The shifting shadows of my pad in fact, also add a calming effect for me. Why do I need all this calm? It's simple if you understand all the jive that I'm about to head into. Things may be looking up for me. But I'm still hearing the same old song and dance from the jive ass brothers and sisters. The only bonus I had was going back home to see my momma back in the frozen land of Nandor.... where I was forced to eat Robin's Mistreals and there was much rejoicing! I'm kidding, I did get to some some travelling. I got to visit my momma. I haven't seen her since I was discharged from the Navy after recovering from that steam pipe rupture that burnt me alive, and also caused my concussion. I think that's still affecting me in some jive ass way. Momma was surprised to see me. Wouldn't you be surprised if a member of your family did something jive like not see you for seven years? But I spent most the day with her and my family. There's more to the Johnny Stone family than just my momma. I have a brother and sister. My family knows what I do, and never approved. Least grandmomma isn't breathing down momma's neck anymore about me becoming a priest in instead of a tool of the devil and his wrestling. Grandmomma doesn't like anything that they allow them sinster brothers all up into the Devil and occult fun. I can hear my gandmomma now, "Johnny you in that Devil's sport, acting all good and pure, but you're doing the Devil's work!" Ah family, what a wonderful thing isn't it? Jive ass grandmomma don't know the puirty of the sport of wrestling. Just got to keep on that funky flow of life brothers and sisters. I got Craig over. He's trying to figure out the camera for my promotion stuff for this match. I figure I should sent the SCW people something about the Funky One, and not relie on a distorted tale from Katie Steward or David Miller base from just one match I got to have with them. Copenhagen: Johnny, I got a digital videocamera at my place, why can't you use that? I look over to him from my computer console chair. From beneth my mask I grin. Yes, I always wear my mask. I am a huge on the funky tradition o f wearing masks that we from Parts Unknown have.. Blast: Digawhat? Craig my brother, don't be jiving me with this updating my stuff jive again. Now, it is still works, then it's solid brother. I walk over to where Craig is at and help with the 35mm camera. Showing him how to work it. Setting the film reels in correctly as well. See works. So it's solid, See I told him now didn't I brothers and sisters! ==================================================== On camera. The film is black and white with a obivous grainy quality to it due to the age of the film itself. It is showing Blast's apartment that is hidden in his own record store in Parts Unknown, NJ. The light is provided via multiple lava lamps. So shadows on the wall from the globs of wax inside the lamps are shifting in shape, as well as the height along the walls of the apartemnt. Blast is standing near the vacuum tube powered computer console of his. This computer is very large and has a dull stainless steel look to it. It has flashing buttons, lights, dails and a mircophone attatched to it.Just standing by the computer is really doing Blast justice as he's replacing a vacuum tube, again. In the background, the low volume of "Atomic Dog" by George Clinton is heard. Blast: I don't know if you brothers and sisters over at SCW know who I am. I know for sure that two of you do. The two people that didn't have quite enough funk going for them against myelf and Lethal Weapon. Those two, Katie Steward and David Miller, were the first to see the FUnky One, Blast in action. In terms of those from SCW. Now before you all taking part in this little Battle Royal Funk start jiving me about (a slight mockery in tone) "Ooooh Blast, you're from MCW, you don't know how things are in SCW! Don't act like you." (tone resets to normal. Let's set that jive aside, and think for a minute here. I might be a rookie, the green funk man. But I got set into an interfederation tournement as a replacement. I got to take on handpicked members from SCW that got to advance to the Semifinal match. I beat them with Lethal Weapon. Now that was a solid match. I like the chance to wrestle. That's just a small portion of SCW. You funky people also have members from Fully Loaded. Which is an interfederation stable as well. MCW has Fully Loaded there as well. So I am aware of them. That's another piece of the funk I know you all here. But there's so much more of it. I got have two pieces of the funk known as SCW. Acutally, I'll readjust just a bit, I jived myself. I forget. You also have Red Robberson, who was suppose to be a wrestler over at MCW. But I suppose he got a better vibe from you SCW people. Which I can understand that funk on why he showed up here vice MCW. Don't know the man, so I can't honestly say what jive runs through his head. Blast sets down the vacuum tube into the trash can nearby the computer and he takes a seat on the rotatable chair at the center of the computer. Shifting it around so the camera can see him. Blast is dressed in his wrestling attire. Being a tie-dyed T-shirt, with a matching full face mask that conceals all the specific facial features minus the overall shape of his head as a shole. Black tights with elbow and knee pads that also match the tie-dye job. Of course this is black and white so the colors aren't displayed will on the camera. He crossing his left leg with the ankle of the left resting on the right knee. The Afiracn American man known as man interlaces his fingers letting the elbows rest on the chair's armrests so he can lean his masked head on the hands. Blast: George Williams wants to break people's legs, arms, destory their careers. Sounds a little jive, wouldn't you people agree? This guy is suppose part of a group that favors honor and pride? Where's the pride if you don't respect your opponent's body enough to allow for a good clean, match, with as many people as are allowed in this match? Which so far, I count six. Copenhagen, Red Robberson, The Disco Ninja, George Williams, and Scott Stonewall. That's as I speak and that I know have made something for the public, so all the Blasters can watch, as well as myself. He distrubs the Funky One. He's so full of unfunky jive. I don't want to talk about him anymore. I'll save all my words and convert them solely into actions. Red Robberson. now he admits things I don't like to hear. How willing to do anything it takes to win. As a superhero wrestler, I swore myself to make sure all the rules are upheld. However, he probably sat down, thought about things. I'm sure that honky brother felt like he would have to take a side of evil to find himself on top in this match. I'm willing to jive myself again and let that slide. He, Williams, and Stonewall share one advantage. They are all part of a group you in SCW call the Southern Alliance. So by viture, I'm sure that they will try to work together to make themselves come out on top. A valid Startegy. Red was the only one that mentioned it. So, there's some jive in that idea, so I have my doubts as if it will acutally come to pass or not. With Red, you might want to consider that he is very new to the business. He's claimed so himself. The Battle Royal only being his third ever match in his entire career. He might be new to this sport. He does have bouts of rational thought, or least that's what I got from the brtther. However, if you delve into her past, you remember that he was before becoming a wrestler, a man that tried to become President of the United States, with a ocotpuss as his VIce Presidential running mate. That was laughable, I'm sure most people from SCW has tried to use slip up to your advantage? If not, was it too easy for you? Or just frighten by something that is fresh and funky that you don't wanna touch that jive with an electirc slide. He's green and putting his trust into members of his running group. In a Battle Royal, there are no friends. Sorry, Copenhagen. But this a match where all in it are going to be looking out from one person, themselves. Jiving shame really. So that leaves the last wrestler from SCW that had made themselves vocal about this match. Scott Stonewall. I get a good funk from this brother. He's respectful toward his opponents, his fellow Alliance members. Even offer Copenhagen a spot with the Alliance. He does have things he wants to prove a lot of things to all the people in the wrestling world. Considering, this match is allowing people to compete from all over, not just limiting to those that are in SCW, you could become a wrestler that is viable in several different federations perhaps the entire sport. That's saying a lot now isn't it brother? With similar goals in mind, you and I Scott, will have a slight butting of the funk. I have a lot to prove to the wrestling world. I have traditions from where I've been trained to make sure are upheld along with my own personal goals. I'll get them soon. I hope you understand. Blast pauses for a long sigh. leaning back in the chair. Hands now resting on the armrests. His legs switch postions. As soon as Blast is comfortable again with himself. He starts speaking again. Blast: Now, from IWC, there's the Disco Ninja. Blast shudders a bit, thinking about Disco music. Blast: I'm not a fan of disco my asian brother. I've always been more about the Funk for my musical taste. If you haven't been listening to my own collection play a lil of the P Funk my brother. Nobody around here is knowing all that much about this man. I don't know all that much. Most people are writting him off already. I get this alot myself. The Funk known as Blast normally always gets written off. Blast sighs in disappointment, knowin with how his career is going, it seems that being what he is strikes a chord of sympathy with the Disco Ninja. Blast: You have my sympathy Asian man. That's about all you're getting from me thought. I'm not intending to lose this match. Granted, we have what most people will say is a similar interest, but you won't find many between you and me. I'm have the Funk. I also have the power from the Blasters out there. Supporting Blast. As far as I'm concern, you have little experience, which puts you into the same postion with the honky brother Robberson. You're only advantages are, one, aint no one got you scouted because there's nothing on you but what you've done. Second advantage, you haven't acutally spoke. You wrote a letter. Cat got your tongue brother? (Blast laughs a bit). I mean no jive. If you can't talk then it's all solid. The last man, is the one man I know the most about. That would be Copenhagen. He knows me just as well. We've trained in the sport of wrestling together, worked together while we both were in CMW four years ago. When CMW closed its doors. I conveinently disappeared from the face of wrestling. Copenhagen, however, decided to go work for the indy circuits, Low paying, out of the the big time spotlights like SCW, IWC or MCW. He loves this game too much to ever leave it. Wrestlers will have to deal with him no matter what. Copenhagen and I know each for longer than most wrestlers will. I knew before training, In a lot of ways I'm responible for his career as a whole. Weather that was a good thing or a bad thing, only time will time. And I'm cool with that funk. Now let's talk Blast. I'm a man that walked away from this game when CMW closed down. However, I wasn't completely jive enough to walk away for good. Despite problems concerning who I am and how I like present myself in wrestling, let's say CMW wasn't exactly the funkiset place in wrestling. However, that's where my major advantage I have over most those in this match have. This Battle Royal is a speciality match. One that's outside the normal rules. Some might call it a gimmick. That term is jive. My first ever match was a triple threat, then I had essentially a handicap match against the booker of the company. I was teamed with a vegtable, a stalk of celery as I recall. Then, I had to fight in a giant bowl of gravy for the next match. Now, let's skip ahead four years at the end of OCtober. When I reemerged from the shadows. My first match there was a 6 man, free for all, one fall match. Hell of a debut for the Funky One. And the funk flowed through me and I won that match. In a normal singles match, lost. Normal tag team match, lost. Then I had a triple threat tag team, which was also the main event. This was the final match before the upcoming Christmas Cracker. In itself, would have been normal. However it being the Main Event, adds pressure, makes the match mean that much more. When you get that first Main Event match, you want to make a good impression, you want to strive to prove that you belong in that spot for as long as possible. If you folks in SCW bothered to watch it. Despite the jive thrown my way, with an injuried partner, and then that partner betraying me. I still came out on top. And just a few days after that. I was selected to go into anothet high pressure match. The Semi Finals of the Channel 101 Tag Team Tournenment. I with Lethal Weapon won that match. Again, I know some jive sucker is going to say that was Channel 101 and this is SCW, shut your black ass up. However, was on the people from SCW i beat was Katie Stweard. And isn't she your U.S. Champion, and also scheduled to face the current World Heavyweight Champion of SCW for the title? David Miller also has quite a bit of accolades in his storied career. No more jive about "This is SCW" that's not solid, and is in fact when you talk to me, bullshit. So but to my point. Channel 101, just even being selected to partake, even as the funky last mintue replacement, still that match is high pressure, must impress all that attend match. Still came out on top. Now, with you folks in SCW, You have me coming into a high stakes, high exposure event. With my given track record in this funky spot. I haven't been beaten. Don't blow off this match anyone that's involved. This a big match at the end of the year fro SCW. Anyone can come in and fight for the glory that this match brings. If you disrept your match, forego the rules, then you've already lost. If you act jive with disrespcet and write off your opponents, you'll underesimate them, and you've already lost. If you don't rescpect the artform of wrestling in the various styles and approaches to it, then you're already lost. It's quite simple my SCW brothers and sisters, you don't show any respect to our sport, you'll lose everytime. That's something that was drilled into me while I was training, and it's a heartfelt beleif I carry with me into this sport. Of course I also have a secert weapon, I'm sure that Katie Steward and David Miller found out what that was the hard way. Finally, I look forward to the compedition SCW will provide me in this match. I'm looking forward to showing what exactly the Funky Superhero from MCW can do. END RP |
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| Ferocious_Intent | Dec 28 2008, 04:22 PM Post #10 |
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"Beast of Darkness" Dark Tiger
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Scene 1 December 26th, 2008 ------------------------------------------- The scene is Dark Tiger's mansion and he and Annabelle are waking up after an eventful Christmas day, and DT gets up to make coffee. Annabelle: You never told me that your parents died of cancer suga' "Actually i think i did the day after we met" Annabelle thinks: You know darlin'. Youre right. Just didnt want to remember that, cause i knew how much you missed them and all. DT kisses her forehead. "Its alright baby, It was 5 years ago anyway. But anywho, you made me happy with that new 4 wheeler you got me. I rode those when i was younger and its been a while since i rode one of those things, but i love them." Annabelle: It was the least i could do hunny, Hell i got one too. why dont we test them out. DT: Maybe after breakfast. Annabelle: Oh, and you got an email about the end of the year battle royal that everyone is talkin about darlin' DT takes a sip of his coffee and nods. "I heard about that, and i have notified the boss that i am interested in participating. Granted it was yesterday, but i was interested. Annabelle: You know something, I think i will participate in it too. I know that there are not just guys participating in it, so i figured i get some ring time in and show these other bitches how a Southern woman do thangs in that ring. DT smiles. Annabelle: You dont mind that do you darlin' DT shakes his head "Not at all, by all means, I am sure you will kick ass in there baby." Annabelle smiles and kisses her man. They finish breakfast and then they test out their 4 wheelers in his huge backyard and after a half an hour they come back and DT then feeds his tigers and Annabelle smiles Annabelle smiles: They are beautiful tigers there suga' DT smiles "Raised them since they were cubs" they continue their day as the scene ends ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Scene 2 December 28th 2008 -------------------------------------------------------------------- They come into the Air canada center and DT has on his long leather trenchcoat and Annabelle has on hers that DT got her for Christmas, as it gets cold in Canada, and they have their bags with them and then they enter their locker room. Then Marisa comes in and tries to get a few words from DT, but Annabelle get in her way Annabelle: You trying to hit on my man? Marisa: No, i just came to get a few words from him about the battle royal coming up, thats all. Annabelle stares her down. DT backs her up. "Its alright Marisa, I know you have a job to do. Go ahead and ask the questions. Marisa: Alright, We have been informed that now not only you, but your girlfriend Annabelle have officially signed up for the battle royal at the end onf the year PPV, First let me get her thoughts on the battle royal, then i will get yours if that is ok? Annabelle: you want my thoughts about this battle royal? Sure thing missy. I see that there will be other girls in this here battle royal. Thats ok though. Im bout to show them how a Southern woman runs thangs in that ring. Marisa: what about the guys in the ring. Annabelle: Ill take care of them too. Marisa: What if its you and DT in the ring at the same time. Annabelle: Its every one for themselves right? Marisa nods Annabelle: Well, i have no trouble fighting my man in that battle royal, but at the end of the night, he and i are still gettin our love on. Marisa: More than i wanted to here Annabelle: You got a problem with that missy? Marisa: No, not at all. Annabelle: Good, you can talk to my man now. Marisa: Alright, DT, what are your thoughs on the battle royal. "Well its like my southern belle said, its any person for himself and i dont mind taking them all out. If by any chance that Annabelle and I happen to be in the same ring, then it will be who wants it more, but at the end of the night, we are still lovers and you can count on that. Marisa: Alright, thank you for your time. Im going to leave before i get my ass handed too. Marisa leaves the locker room Annabelle: Its hard for us both to be in the battle royal, but whatever happens, we will still be lovers right suga' "Of course baby" Annabelle: I know, lets hit the showers and we could get some real training in, what do you say about that suga' DT smiles. "Lead the way baby" they hit the showers and the screen fogs up, ending the scene. End RP. |
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| Red Robberson. | Dec 28 2008, 09:39 PM Post #11 |
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The Last Something something. Yeah Rebel!
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((Red Robberson RP 2/2, Only two more for yall to deal with from me if I get them in before the 24 hours prioir to deadline! Good luck all!)) Dec. 28th, 2008. Jackson, MS. Interior of Red Robberson's Moblie Home Park, Jaskon's Paraside The door to the office doors up as Daisy Parks and Red Robberson enter the office. Both of which are wearing some kind of business wear. Daisy in a power suit and Red in a cheap ass JC Penny two peice suit, both people's suits are grey in color. Red is wearing a red tie. Daisy takes a seat at the desk while Red is going to the minfridge and pulling out a can of Bud Light, Taking a seat on the opposite side of the desk to Daisy, Red leans back in the chair and opens up the beer. Red: That der Court sure is a hassle. Taking a long drink of his beer. Daisy has a small grin on her lips. Daisy: Well of course, it's not like when you were an actor, it's not some guy shouting multiple legal terms, telling who is truly at fault. Though that lawyer they hired seemed to think that way. Red makes one them rasberry sounds with his lips. Sounding like a motor boat. Red: I suppose we gotta go back tomorrow. Wait about three hours before the Court even see yall us? Red takes a drink from the beer while Daisy nods. Red: Shoot! I can't Daisy. Might be fer the best though. That lawyer was trying to use my current work fer his gain. If we weren't in that courthouse. I woulda kick his sorry ass from here to next Friday. Daisy: Why should being a professional wrestler be a hinderance to us. Yer background is varied, actor politician, landlord, wrestler. If anything yer past is acutally a boon to us. It adds more to your overall character. Since, from my experience, that is a lot more focus on these small claims civil case. Red: Since when yer a lawyer? Daisy giggles, shuffling up some of Red's desk. They are a pair of new leases. Some are some rent checkes. Daisy gets up from the desk while she begins to file them. Daisy: Never was one. Just had to be in court a lot with the last property managament position I had. Just the lawyer he had wasn't nearly as good as the one I hired for us. So I take it you have another match or something coming up. That's why you can't make it to court tomorrow? Red: Yeah, headed to Canada. Haven't been up there since I was last in Vancouver. for a film shoot. Trying to make a good impression with that company I work for. Daisy sighs. Leaning against the filing cabneit, her arms crossed over her chest. Her eyes givng Red a look that says: "Putz, you have like confindence now do ya?" Daisy: Your past resume didn't impress them enough? Red kicks back the rest of the beer. Red: Fer God's sake, no. They got 2 singer gals. Model, I think a magican, least someone that fancy himself like that Sigfuend and Roy fellas. Not to mention all the odd balls that be coming from place not from SCW. So they got another of them media stars, and one that didn't git all that far. I didn't even do one them major theaterictical realeases. Again I still have to get past that whole I ran for president with a squid. Daisy: Did you say you ate the octopus right after you lost? Was it good kalarami? Red nodded. Tossing the empty can into the recycle bin. Red: Yes! Yes he was. What was I gonna do after that election, return him back to SeaWorld where he just sit around doing nothing, like he did during that whole dang election? You like seafood that much too? Daisy, covers her mouth.Giggling from how Red complained about the Octopus Running Mate. Daisy: Well, not really. I like my momma's cooking. Soul Food dishes have thier own unique flavor. Sound like I'm just adding to a stereotype now aren't I? Red: Nah, I don't think so. There be lots of them we can reinforce and believe me, I do that myself quite something feirce. But I was born down in the bayous of New Orleans, grew up Cajun, I know a good place to show some good ole crawdads and gumbo, if yer willing to try it out. Daisy, shocked: Red, are ya asking me out? Long pause between the two. Red: Yeah, why not? That too unperfessional of us? Daisy: After we get all the lawshits finished and your wrestling schedule is free enough, then you can take me out. ===================================================== On Camera: Red is sitting on a couch in his office. In his hand is a six pack of beer. None of the cans are open. The brand of the beer is plain old Bud. Red only has his Wrestling Attire's Confederate ball cap on. The rest of his clothing is a plain white t-shirt and cleaner jeans. Red: Well now. Apparently I'm half retarded. So please all yall people out there watchin me. I might be fixin to drool on myself, have one of dem glazed over looks to my eyes and be crosseyed. There be many parts of honor. Drinking myself to the point where I'm even dumber, now that just be mighty stupid of me to do. Remember that George Williams claims I'm half retarded. I'm sorry boy. Didn't mean to offend your quest for glory by being in that there Battle Royal. Scott called me a walking talking stereotype. Shit, George, yer just as bad as me. But since I'm half retarded, I might as well be having me one them special helpers to escort me down to the ring. Shit, you think I'm gonna embarass my ass by doing stupid that IS half retarded. I might as well quit this business and be going back to acting. They always look for retards George, something you might consider when yer career in wrasslin gets over. Red takes a beer from the 6 pack, shakes it up, and tosses it out an open window behind him. a small amount of beer foam shoots up and is seen in the window and camera. Red makes a mocking laugh like he were retarded. Red: Hyuk! You are stupid George boy! Not everone is as stupid as they seem. You wanted to teach Model Bahavior some respect. But Jay did all the teaching, and got the win. So yer gonna have Jay in here to help you out? No. Least not yet. Still too early to tell in this match. Still yer dropping Southern Alliance ties for this one match. So be it. I'll be doing the same then. Now making us all look like a dominat force in SCW. You just made this match just like any other. Yer trying to prove yerself, Scott trying to prove himself, I'm tryin to prove myself. Is that any good for the South Alliance as a whole group? WOuld have been mighty fine. But yer too fucking retarded George, you just robbed us chances. There be an old saying, "United We Stand, Divide We Fall" We've just divided the Southern Alliance. now any chance we got are down to our own abilities. No teamwork. No nothing! You're at the size disadvantaged side of this here match, same with that psyhco Disco Ninja, and like that dancing buffoon, yer don't have the weight that most of us got. Yer skill might be better than some of us in that there ring. But still, with every man fer themselves here, will get a chance to do what yer really best at? I'm not thinking so boy. So good luck Georgey, yer gonna need it. Red pulls a second beer, shakes it up and tosses it right out the window. No explosions. Red sighs, the sheap thrill of an exploding beer can. Red: Shoot! It didn't explode. An absolute dud. That sounds like the next folks I'm gonna talk about here. That be that there Dark Tiger and his little girliefriend. Yer both looking to win, to see who wants it more? So you just been training with just you two.So yer both good if you have to face each other in the end. Did you even bother checking yer opponents? Dark Tiger, you and me had a match, was that enough fer ya? Well it's you and me, I got yer number, and I will have it again. Yer girl, is a woman, she aint gonna get no special treatment cause she's walkin to that there match with a set of titties and a pussy. Yer girl is getting a match as the only woman! SCW might have a lot great women wrasslers, but yer girl Dark Tiger hasn't proven herself. Much like you still need to prove yerself too. Still I've been here, you haven't won any of yer matches. You lost to me, then lost to Sean Micheal Prime in that triple threat match. I might not have won against another wrassler in this match, Scott Stonewall. Then again, I didn't lose that there match either. Shoot, Model Behavior what could have been my first loss. Draws for whatever their reason, are never good, because you never know what could have happened. If I would of kicked out from the Biker Chain? What if I could have lift him up for the Get It Done? Or would I have just went down for the 3 count. We'll never know til we go and have a rematch. When will that happen? Don't know, can't think too much on that, ause I've to remain focused on the match. Red takes a third can shakes it up. Tossing it out the window. This one explodes again. Red has a good chuckle with the explodes. Red: MCW is hitting SCW hard. They be sending in both their two from Parts Unknown. One of them you got a mask wearin, tobaccie chewing, motorcyclin' rough and tumble man. Copenhagen. Wooohwee! It's like a poor shadow of Scott Stonewall. Well need to listen to yer muffled incoherant babbling about the Battle Royal anymore? Nope, I ain't gonna. Red take the fourth can shaking it up all good and well. Then tossing it out the window. Really good explosion this time. Red gets a hardy laugh out of it. Red: Now the other fella from MCW is Blast. He acutally some experience against what SCW can offer. That's the only thing he really has going. Right on that, I'm gonna totally ignore his record in high pressure matches like what this Battle Royal has. I dunt care if he done well enough to represent MCW. Why? I don't know how many people are gonna be that Battle Royal. Ladie fucking da! Blast. Red takes both the last two cans, shaking them up and chucks them out the window, Big explosion, Red raises his arms up in the air. Woooooo!!!!!!! Double explosion! Now that was some funny stuff right there. I said all I want for the Disco Ninja, and do I really need to talk about myself anymore. Not really no. I might be sounding like a broken record, we all know how much I don't like that. So that's all I got to talk to you about now. Have some fun for the new year. Red is gonna try to walk away with a lot of cash and a brand new Ford F350! END RP |
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| Stacy Kissinger | Dec 28 2008, 10:13 PM Post #12 |
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Craig's Texas Rose
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| Ferocious_Intent | Dec 29 2008, 02:16 AM Post #13 |
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"Beast of Darkness" Dark Tiger
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The scene is Dark Tiger's locker room and he and Annabelle smile as they have seen promos from all of the entrants so far, so lets run the opponents down so far. Red Robberson ------------------------------------------------------- "Lets see here, we got Good Ol' Red Robberson. He beat me in a match a few weeks back, and sure it did leave a bad taste in my mouth, but that doesnt mean anything right now. He says that he will win this battle Royal, but the one thing he hasnt figured out is that i know there are others in this match. I havent forgotten about you Red. You want to call me a dud. Let me tell you something Red, even though i havent made my mark in SCW just yet, i am a legend in this business. Annabelle: Thats right. Red, you did beat my man, but time will tell when my man will get another match with you, and the result will be different. DT smiles and nods "Red, let me put it to you like this, i want you to think real hard, if you can think at all, and realize that you might thing you are big and bad and thhing this is your stomping ground, but there are people that are more experienced in this business than you, and will not hesitate to beat chumps like you down, guys like me." Annabelle nods and looks on "Red, dont be surprised to see your ass thrown out of the battle royal and leave empty handed and rest assured, i will let that happen." ----------------------- Stacy Kissinger -------------------------------------------------------- Annabelle: Let me start this one off since this lil' missy wants ta underestimate me. "Go ahead baby" Annabelle: Kissinger, let me tell you something hussy, You think i dont have what it takes here, you want to talk down about me lil missy. I aint 'fraid to beat your ass from here till kingdom come in this match. I aint afraid of you. I aint afraid of hte men in this company. Hell i go as far as to say i aint afraid of my man here. No offense suga' "None taken hunny. Its only business" Annabelle: You see Kissinger, you say you want to get back on the road to that United States title you talk about so much? Well I aint afraid to be that dern roadblock in that road, and i sure as hell not afraid to beat a hussy like you down. "Thats right, Kissinger, Annabelle isnt the only person you have to worry about in this battle royal, you also got to go thru me, and a few others that wants to win this bad as well, and if you want to be treated like the big boys in this match, then by all means, show up, because the others and I are not afraid to show you how the big boys play. Now i am not the best in these kind of matches, but like my matches, i came to fight, and if you are looking for a fight Kissinger, then by all means fight, because we are not afraid to shatter all your dreams." -------------------------------------------------- the Williams Brothers ------------------------------------------------- "Now heres a tag team that in my opinion has potential here. I have faced Jay before in a triple threat match, and he gave me a fight in that match, and i have respect for that, and i have respect for Jay. George on the other hand, i havent faced yet, but if he is much like Jay, then i know i could be in for a fight" Annabelle: I agree suga' they are fighters, but i aint afraid to fight them either. I am a southern woman, and we southern women aint afraid to fight the men either. "George, Jay, you two might have my respect, but i will say this, I didnt come here to the SCW to sit on my ass and play tiddlywinks with myself. I came here for a fight, and i want one out of the two of you, Dont get me wrong, i havent forgotten about the others, but the two of you have potential here and i want us to go out there and give them hell." Anabelle smiles and nods. ------------------------------------------------- Scott Stonewall ---------------------------------------------------- "Last but not least, we come to Scott Stonewall. Scott, i have nothing but the utmost respect for you. You have had my number in the OCWA, and thats the main thing why i have respect for you. Scott, in this match, respect gets pushed aside, and all there is is just everyone for themselves. I see that fire in your eyes that you want to beat everyone in this match, but i have that same fire. It burns deep inside me and i am not afraid to show that fire." Annabelle: Thats right Scott. Scott, do not forget me either. I might be a woman, but i am all for a good fight, and if that means i got to fight you, then i am all for it. DT smiles at his southern belle. "Scott, You have had my number in the past. I will not back down. I will not let up, and i certainly will not be intimidated. If i have to, i will beat you, I will throw you out of that ring, and i will certainly do my best to win this battle royal." ----------------- Conclusion ---------------------------------------------------------- "To all of you, all we got to say is expect a fight, because i will prove to you why i came back to the SCW, and Annabelle here will prove to you why she chose to come here to the SCW. We are not in this match just to be degraded, and thing you can push us around, because that isnt going to happen." Annabelle: Thats right, and Kissinger, you want to talk real good like, why dont you just prove it to me lil missy, because I will put you in your place where you belong." "Good luck to you and to the others that decide to sign up, because you are all going to need it. It has been said, it will be Etched in Stone." End RP. |
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| Red Robberson. | Dec 29 2008, 03:35 PM Post #14 |
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The Last Something something. Yeah Rebel!
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((OOC: This will be a combination 2nd play for both Copenhagen and Blast Only 2 wrestlers I have that can get away with this Edit regards color tag only)) Welcom back to Parts Unknown, NJ! The part in this little town of New Jersey that we begin is the Masked Fisherman's Gym. This rundown outdated training center where all that come to Parts Unknown. The Masked Fisherman's is in the background yelling at his newest student, Masked Wrestler #1. A slimy greaseball young man that personal hygine was never a proirity in his lefe. The two are discuessing a possible new gimmick for the kid. How things work in Parts Unknown, everyone has two jobs. The frist is obivously being a wrestler. This has been a long standing tradition with the town. Every Federation around the world has had one least one or two residents from this small town working for them. Traditionallly, they don't perform well. That was until, two former Navy men started to train here. One Craig Jones and Johnny Stone. Their names are better known as Copenhagen and Blast. They've trained, learning the both sides of what Parts Unknown wrestling. Which aside from the fact all wrestlers compete, Parts Unknown see it like any martial arts, thus having a spiritual side to the art of wrestling. Blast and Copenhagen aren't concerned with glory and fame. Though Blast's success in the ring has certainly began to bring more attention to this town, and to the essence of what wrestling is. When they first arrived back in 2001 to start training, Copenhagen was entralled deeply with the only brawling, and first saw wrestling as a means to learn new techinques to take with him to the barrooms and seedy dives on the outskirts of Dallas Texas. Blast's major objective was to learn everything that he could possibly learn. Blast had made promises to Copenhagen and the man that died in the accident that lead to their discharge to do something worthwhile in his life to make all proud of him and what he did. Wrestling was the chooesn path for Blast to make this promise to come to fruition. They've spent three working, Copenhagen still had to get some of the traditions of Parts Unknown down, while Blast was ready. Blast left to work for CMW, where he did poorly due to cruel booking, the management of that company felt like Parts Unknowners like Blast didn't deserve their fair shake in the world of professional wrestling, he was young yet still and just wanted to compete. When Copenhagen's training was done well enough for him to compete, Blast got him into CMW as well. The two Navy buddies formed a tag team that would never last that long. Only due to the ruin of CMW's bankbook, forcing the compnay to close down berore anything would have gotten truly underway and Funky! The name of this Tag Team: Massive Threat! In this old gym. Blast and Copenhagen are sitting in two old steel chairs. With party hats on top of their masked heads. The party hats read "Happy New Year" Since Copenhagen doesn't have the full face cover, he blows a party favor. Whereas, Blast can't due to the full face mask he wears. Blast: My brother it seems all these SCW brothers and sisters forgot us? Copenhagen (muffled due to the tobacco chew in his mouth): Meah! Gtupid vorons! Fe boughta hick mheir vases! Blast: That's jive Copenhagen. They're jiving and forgetting us because of where we hail from, the only people from SCW that really hear of us is that brothers from the South! The lady from the South, Stacey kinda talked about me. Copenhagen spits out all his chew into his bottle: Shit... Dark Tiger and his little girlfriend completely forgot about us. Stupid twats. Yanno what? I think we got the advantage. Blast: Funky! Copenhagen: If ya think about it. They're more concerned with themselves in SCW. We're trying to show what MCW can do. The IWC only so far sent in some ninja with a love for disco music. SCW's is sedning a former United States Champion at us. But we're Massive Threat, a tag team that never got us the ground. Least as a tag team. You've been doing good without me. I've been having some luck by myself. Blast: That Dark Tiger fella thinks himself a legend that hasn't made his mark yet, you watch that promo thingy. It's like he refuses to talk about those outside SCW. Jive ass fool don't realize that this Battle Royal is open to anyone. His little foxy lady seems to share the same view on thing. That unfunky look on things is just gonna embarass them out right. All the more funk for us. That's solid! You bring the champaign? It is a New Year's Eve special we're coming into. Copenhagen pulls two glasses and a bottle of Sprakling Apple Cider. Blast: Jive ass! You got that fake stuff that's Apple Cider not Champaign. Copenhagen: Didn't you just quit drinking? I figure this be a better alternative and besides, like we want to be shitfaced when get in that ring. Blast: Honky please, that match is still a couple of days away, we have time to sober up! Plus I had a pot of coffee brewing up so the unfunk of being drunk would melt away brother! Copenhagen still pours the drinks as a camera begins to roll, being handled by the fat slimy greaseball, Masked Wrestler #1! ================================================= The camera shows the old dingy gym in Parts Unknown New Jersey. Blast and Copenhagen are sitting, still, in chairs. The chairs are in front of an old wreslting ring. Stiff and about ready to fall apart. There's an office in the background to the right. Where an grumpy old wrestler dressed like the Gordon's Fisherman, but with a green mask on is pacing back and forth. The rest of the far background is old weight lifting equipment, heavy bags and speed bags. Blast and Copenhagen have a glass full of sparkling apple cider, which looks fairly close to champaign. They toast each. Both: Happy New Year SCW from MCW's Massive Threat! Blast: Even with the New Year coming up. And MCW's Funky Superhero. So if you haven't heard or just are sooo jive that you just don't care about things outside SCW. SCW's Invitational Battle Royal is offering spots from all over the world of wrestling. So a word of advice to keep things funky, Blast and Copenhagen, are coming into SCW for a match. That Battle Royal. Minus the fact that it's mostly superstars from SCW taking part in here. Don't forget those that up in arms from IWC like that little Asian Brother, Disco Ninja, Copenhagen the Biker Demon, and myself, Blast! Copenhagen: That's right. Scott Stonewall and the other memebers of the Southern Alliance are the only ones from SCDubba that are taking us seriously. Hell, Stonewall was offering me a spot in his Southern Alliance. But since, Blast and I are bit too busy trying to get MCW to recongize the traditions of excellence that Parts Unknown can bring, I have to decline such an offer. My apologies. George Williams, he seems like a little more rough and tumble. He reminds me of myself before I started to train in Parts Unknown. A bit lost and just itching for a fight. I admit I'm icthing for one two. since MCW isn't having Massive Threat so I'm not having a lot of matches, and frankly I'm bored. This is a good chance to relive my old day in the bars and dives. Blast: And if things work that it'll be just us in the end. It'll be just like we trained with that old cranky brother, The Masked Fisherman. So we'll have to seen which of us are really the better product of the traditions of Parts Unknown. But I'm feeling the unfunk from some these turkeys from SCW. That Dark Tiger brother and his lady, they completely forgot about me, hell they forgot about the Biker Demon Copenhagen. That's jive. I've you don't respect your opponesnt, all your opponets, you'll not feel the funk and you'll lose. Stacey Kissenger, this foxy lady at least recongized me. That has some funk to her. She might be this jiving global pheonmea or whatever. She also beat one of my oppoenents in the Channel 101 Tag Team Tourney, Katie Steward, but she just lost to her. She's letting Katie get all jiving into her. She might lose focus. The latest people that have joined the fray of this Battle Royal have forgotten about those outside SCW, minus her. And that will be their downfall. If they keep up that jive, then I'm happy with that funk. Just a better chance for Blast and Copenhagen. Copenhagen: That's true Blast. One should never disrespect all their opponents. That's one of the greatest mistakes in wrestling that you will ever have. Blast and I might be friends, and known each other for years. We respect what we're capable of in the ring. We are looking forward to seeing what SCW has to offer. Per how we see wrasslin' the chance to compete is greater than acutally winning the match. If we win, then that's a benefit. We know what that momentum carries into the next match we can possibly be in. That's why my being undefeated in MCW is carrying so much weight. Blast is coming off of two very large wins. In the Channel 101 interfederation tag team tournement, and him in MCW overcoming two other tag teams, with a partner that didn't help much with him, and he still one, made a top star of MCW tap out. How how many folks in this match can say that have gotten in that large of a picture? Maybe only Stacey Kissenger. Unless of course you like to delve into past history. Then Scott Stonewall and Dark Tiger have seen that chance. But Dark Tiger has admitted that he has yet to make his mark in SCW yet. He has no momentum. Scott Stonewall has been breaking into the limelight. He's even taken the WIlliams boys, and Red Robberson. He has much more heart and respect for this business. How many these older vets can say that in this match? Dark Tiger, nope. That is that only man in here that has a long career. The rest of us are relative new comers, in a manner of speaking, not having a time in the limelight that has been up til this current point in our caeers. So at somepoint Blast and I would like to branch out from Parts Unknown and teach young wrestlers the ways of our traditions. But that day is still long off. We still need to earn our stripes and chevrons. Blast: That is a funky goal to get up to. Teaching young wrestling hopefully, getting them to see the light that it is not all about the glory, the money, the gold of titles. That is all funky and all that jazz to get. But it's not what wrestling is. It's about a contest between, two maybe upward, what we at now? Nine brothers and sisters in this match? That list will keep growing soon. The contest is to see how has the better training, the better ring tactics, the bigger heart, and the desire to overcome the odds. But you jive your opponents, then you lose your respect for the match and you'll see that your skill no matter how good you think you are, will just crumble and you'll be jiving in defeat. We'll see you brothers and sisters from SCW, and IWC very soon. Good day and good luck! END RP, I'm done with everything now, good luck everyone body that is wanting in on this! |
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| Alex Desoubrais Jr. | Dec 29 2008, 05:12 PM Post #15 |
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Advanced Member
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OOC: Something short to help usher in the backstory a bit more. Good luck to everyone else. The scene opens up in the apartment of Alex Desoubrais Jr. Alex Desoubrais Jr. sits at the foot of his bed and looks down at the piece of paper in his hands. He keeps tapping the corner, obviously trying to think his way through the latest situation he’s worked himself into. The last time we saw Alex Desoubrais Jr., he received word that his cheques had been bouncing and that he’d be bounced from his apartment if he couldn’t come up with the cash. The playboy lifestyle that he wanted to enjoy and practice until he felt like growing up was taking its toll on him. Fortunately, a loan from his sister got him through the next month, but the problems were still there. It was just after Christmas and Alex Desoubrais Jr. could see his new year starting with no place to live. He made decent money from SCW, but Alex’s lifestyle sucked the finances faster than a pornstar in a gangbang. He basically had enough for utilities or rent...and the utilities in the end meant more to him. He needed electricity for his XBOX 360. He needed water to stay clean. He needed heat to avoid freezing. Unfortunately, he also needed a place to live. That was the trick. Skylar had provided him with the money, specifically as a loan. He had to pay it all back. But Alex Jr. knew that he wasn’t going to change his lifestyle and paying back his sister was just another expense that wasn’t going to go away. He needed a quick fix to things. He needed to solve his plans. Fortunately, the one decision he knew was the right move, no matter what anyone said, was going to be his saving grace. “The Invitational End of the Year Special Battle Royal....the winner gets a new car and one million dollars.” Alex Jr. could definitely go for one million dollars. It would give him a hell of a slush fund and definitely bring some stability to his unstable lifestyle. But he had to win. Fortunately, the people who were already in the match weren’t exactly the top of the ladder in SCW. Alex Jr.: “I have no clue what the hell is going on in SCW, but definitely someone isn’t watching the hiring practices anymore. I look at the End of the Year Special battle royal and I look at those that have entered their names into the hat and you have failures upon failures, but also another strong failure of bullshit...and it’s from the shoes of most that are in the match.” “Scott Stonewall, Red Robberson, Dark Tiger, Stacy Kissinger, George Williams....apparently the South is rising again...and no one cares. I don’t know what is going on around here but you have the group of the biggest hypocrites, a girl who can’t even uphold her promises and Dark Tiger who is world-renowned for being a waste of space. This is the representation for SCW in this battle royal. And the people not from SCW aren’t much better. This almost wants to make me sick. I mean...do we need to have the Southern Alliance everywhere? Do we need the South so thoroughly represented? I understand affirmative action and multiculturalism and what not, but this is God damn insane!” “But maybe it’s just the fact that I’m still a bit pissed that these assholes can’t leave me alone. These assholes actually think they are better than me. My piss is better than them. I enjoy the hypocrisy of their honour, but I don’t need to go on a rant about the Southern Alliance. The fact of the matter is that their hypocrisy is going to slap them in the face when they enter the ring in practical full force but then fail miserably. And the only better thing to that all is me standing in the middle of the ring....oh...and one million dollars richer. That will definitely be sweet.” “But while the other idiots in this match will be using the money and the car to upgrade their trailers and add a new bumper on their front lawns, I’ll be using it to help give me more than I ever wanted. I’ll take the money and prove to anyone who doubted me that I’m as far from a failure as can be. I will stand tall over some of the worst in SCW and some okay guys from outside of the company, but that’s alright. It won’t matter. Because while people will forget the guys who were in the match, they’ll remember who wins....and then the Southern Alliance can whine, moan, bitch and complain. Stacy Kissinger can claim that she shouldn’t have lost. Dark Tiger can pretend we care. The guys from outside of SCW can go back from where they came from. I...however...will stand tall and I’ll be one million dollars richer....and one million dollars can buy a lot. But one thing that the win will give me that the one million dollars can’t....is the spotlight that I deserve.” “See after the End of the Year Special, I will finally stand tall. Calvan Greene may no longer be in SCW. I no longer have to worry about putting up with his insanity. I can focus on what I really want to focus on...ME! And on New Year’s Eve, that’s what I’m going to do...and then afterwards...I’ll go down the street and have a hell of a party at some club and share some of the wealth. I’ll bring home a few girls and have a night that everyone else in this match can only dream of. I’m going to usher in 2009 in style. Just like I should be.” Alex Jr. smiles as he then places the note of his impending removal from his home. He then looks up and takes a deep breath. He nods a bit and then stands up and looks around. He smiles before turning and crumpling up the note and throwing it into a trash can in the corner. He turns and leaves his room as the scene fades to black... |
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| Count Colby Proof | Dec 29 2008, 08:45 PM Post #16 |
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OOC: Okay, I couldn’t help myself! :lol: So many others were throwing in some fun characters. Figured I’d bring back CCP for one go-around. So um…MY NAME IS PROOF AND I LOVE TO TAKE YOUR WOMEN! :CTface:___________________________________________________________________ RP Title: I Spy SCW Current Location: Oginquit, Maine Day: 12/29/2008 The moment you all thought that it was safe and that you could all let your women out of your sights… It ‘as come and gone. Yeah, the last time anyone in SCW saw me, I was ‘elping Sheryl Marie Gray to assault Sarah Punche, the young blonde woman that decided that I was no longer important to ‘er. She should ‘ave known better. Ever since that moment, I ‘aven’t been able to stop thinking about ‘er. Ever since I lost the blonde before ‘er in my life due to a freak accident, Sarah Punche ‘ad made me feel good. But she destroyed that. Ever since then I’ve let it eat away at me, until now. It’s time for me to get back on me feet and go back to doing what I did quite well, and that’s wrestling. And as luck may have it, I was watching the news just a short while ago, ‘earing the pleadings of one of my former bosses, that being Mr. Oleksa Drachewych. He never struck me to be a completely ‘onest man, but I’ll do ‘im a small favor. Not because I like the chap. I despise ‘im actually. It’s more for my amusement than anything else. It’s more to show the world that I’m still ‘ere, even though I’m in the cold air of Maine and all alone, with no lady on me arm. Oh that might change. ‘Ey, it’ll be New Year’s Eve you know. The night of the year that anything can ‘appen. Throw me into the mix and things get that much more interesting. Jessica Winters, Dillusion’s Epiphany, Lenne Perez and the aforementioned Sarah Punche all know what it’s like to cross me path. It’s sad that amongst those four, only Jessica is still even employed by the SCW. But I won’t bother ‘er. No reason too. I thought she was quite the good looking lady when I first met her, but when the SCW promo was rolling just a bit ago, I saw some better ladies, younger ladies. But aside from the opposite sex, I ‘eard that there is a brand new car and a million dollars on the line. Put together all three of those things and you’re just tempting me to come. It just so ‘appens I’m willing to take the bait and ‘ead west to Toronto. I’ll make bloody damn sure to get what I’m going for too. All of the above. I look up at the clock on the wall. It’s just ‘bout ready to strike eight. That means I’m going to ‘ave to get a move on and pack a few nights of clothing. I’ll be back ‘ere in a few days though so no need to take on three or four bags like Sarah used to do. Instead I’m just worried about getting a ticket, especially since we’re at the tail end of the ‘oliday season. Ah but beggars can’t be choosers. I’ll take whatever I can get. Colby: Well there isn’t much ‘ere to do to end 2008 except for watching that damn ball drop on the TV. May as well spend the ‘oliday doing something useful for a change that isn’t going to bloody work! Oh that’s right, I forgot to tell you all that ever since I left SCW, I’ve been working at a factory. Yeah, they need me strong arms and all that bloody crap. Only reason why I took the job was because it gave me something to do and kept the cash flow coming into me pockets. My dream job right now is to become a voyeur. Isn’t that quite bloody obvious? Colby: Besides, spending time near the ladies will bring me some ‘appiness. Maybe I should bring along a little bit of mistletoe. Even though those ladies that are still on the SCW roster that know me probably won’t want me too. They’ll all scurry like little lab rats. I’ll just consider it jolly fun though, much like this battle royal that has become somewhat of an SCW tradition. I stand up, but realize that I shouldn’t be stalling for any time. Time is short and the battle royal is only in two damn days. Colby: So I’ll cut to the damn chase already and let all of me fellow bloody entrants know that they won’t ‘ave to worry about me, at least not after New Year’s Eve. The ladies of the SCW though won’t be as lucky. Because once I see what I want, I always go after it until I’ve gotten what I’ve come for. Since I’ve mentioned me favorite thing over and over again, I’ll start with the ladies that get the ‘onor of being within striking distance of me. Oh don’t worry, I won’t ‘it you until you ‘it me. That’s ‘ow I operate. I’m a smooth operator until you give me the low blow that’s unforgiveable. Let’s see if Ms. Jenkins and Ms. Kissinger can play it smart and just play nice with this very lovable Irishman. I can be their best friend or their worst enemy. It’d be best for the both of ‘em, and for any other ladies that join into this battle to end 2008, if they choose what I first said. That’s if they all ‘ave ‘alf a brain that is. From what I’ve ‘eard of Ms. Kissinger though, she’s quite the spunky one to deal with. ‘Opefully she won’t be too focused on the current United States Champion. ‘Opefully she’ll realize that I’m not Katie Steward, but someone that can ‘elp ‘er get to the end of this battle royal without getting eliminated. As for Ms. Jenkins, it’s the same deal except she’s only making ‘er debut in SCW, as she’s already said. Comparing these two fine young ladies, I’d stay Ms. Kissinger is the more talented one based on what I’ve ‘eard on the TV. I’ve tried to keep me eyes on SCW, but to be ‘onest with all of you, it’s been ‘ard since the talent level ‘as dropped quite a lot since I left, since the High Rollers left. Damn, even since ole Dillusion left. But now me eyes are completely on SCW and this battle royal. Well, now that the ladies know me intentions, I’ll turn to the lads who will probably just want to laugh into me Irish eyes. First off with a name that I can somewhat remember. Alex Desoubrais Jr. He’s still quite the laughingstock from what I’ve ‘eard. Him being in this just makes me want to laugh up a storm. Yeah he can snap back at me and say that I never won a title belt, but I was never much for the title belts. My pot of gold at the end of the rainbow was getting to look at every single lady that walked into the place. Nothing more, nothing less. Before I get sidetracked though, I figure I’ll just let Alex know that he’ll never be more than the puppet that he is right now and always ‘as been. But moving right along as time is growing shorter by the second. Dark Tiger. Your hot little lady there ‘as quite the mouth on ‘er. She should learn some respect. If she comes at me, or even if you do, I’ll make sure that you BOTH get exactly what you deserve…and that’s a clean tossing from the wrestling ring. Think I’m blooming joking? No. I’m Irish. I fight. It’s what I do. Damn, I could say that to everybody else in this battle royal too while I’m at it. Ach, but I won’t. No need. It’ll just go in one ear and right out the other. Especially with all of these American Southerners going around. Yeah, two can play at that game. It’s funny that that’s something that Alex Desoubrais Jr. and I have in common. Then again most of the SCW roster is on that same page Colby: Instead though I’ll let the Southern Alliance know that this Irishman means business. I’m not coming into this just a spot filler. I’m looking to go quite a long way on New Year’s Eve. Yeah sue me, I probably won’t win the prize money of the car, but it’s like I said. As long as I can nab me a lady that knows a good man when she sees one, I’ll be perfectly fine. That being said, I don’t care what George Williams and Scott Stonewall ‘ave to say about me. Nor do I care about Red Robberson who is still very new to SCW. If they’re not going to bring their ladies for me to see as eye candy, they’re worthless. Same goes to all these bloody gents that are popping out of the woodwork from other wrestling organizations. In final, it doesn’t really matter who the bloody ‘ell you are. You can be the Devil or God ‘Imself. Fact of the matter is…you guessed it…I WILL get what I’m coming for as 2008 comes to a close. After it’s all said and done with, I’ll sit back, relax and enjoy meself a ‘eineken. That’s ‘ow I’ll celebrate the coming of 2009, with a good Irish beer and a good lady right in my sights. Glaring back into the kitchen area, I scoff. I’ll get plenty of food to fill me body up during my trip, but a snack won’t ‘urt me. It’ll be the last thing I have before I once again get to wreak ‘avoc on SCW, and those others that choose to come forward for this one opportunity at a car and the money. For now though I’m going to make sure I ‘ave everything ready for me trip. This could be the last one that I make as a wrestler. But you never know though. I could be back again, when you least suspect it. *****END SCENE***** |
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| XdpK | Dec 29 2008, 10:32 PM Post #17 |
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“Creeeeeek” We see a figure sitting in a rocking chair in the darkness. The figure has long stringy jet black hair his figure hardly visible with what little light can be seen in the room. The figure leans forward into the view of the viewer and we see the face the face of the man that has held almost every title in the SCW. And the man that had managed to somehow cause as much damage to himself as he could any opponent in the SCW. That man is Dillusion. His face paint smudged and smeared his eyes looking frantic and sleepless this is truly a man lost. Dillusion: Some times when a door seems shut it will suddenly open with out warning. Funny how things can turn out in a man's life. It’s funny when you realize that you’ve failed and that your entire year can be classified as a failure completely unremarkable. I’ve become the spokes person for nut shots on hostility but that is about it. So now I can do one of two things close the door on this sad excuse of a year or I can make one last impact. One last kick in the teeth who doubted your friendly neighborhood psycho path. See if I accomplished anything in that last run in the SCW was to prove that I completely lost any and all focus I once had. That I was one of those shot in the pans that was best forgotten. I was at one point equals with the best the SCW had to offer and when I left I was equals with people that were lucky to make it on to tv. Dillusion throws his head back and laugh escaping from his painted black lips. Dillusion: So now we have the year end show two years ago that was my show. I beat Cherry and I beat Savior. Now my sworn enemies are together the brothers Savior and Wheeler. They’re reappearance together was not something that easily escaped my attention. There are not two men I hate more in this world then Savior and Wheeler. Well perhaps there is one but he’s also part of that god forsaken family and that’s Adam Riddick. Why they don’t have the same last name no body knows or maybe just nobody cares. I don’t actually pay attention to they’re promo’s massive A.D.D and A.D.H.D circling through my head. And who really wants to see what color scarf Jason is going to wear. Or how many times he can drop the soap in one promo. And Savior well he failed so badly here he had to go to IWC to achieve any level of success. Well congrats to you Christian you climbed atop that mountain and yes you are still the biggest douche bag in existence. Dillusion tilts his head and smiles looking directly at you the viewer. Dillusion: You know I’ve had a lot of time to think these many months sitting here in the desert thinking of the things I’ve done the mistakes I’ve made. And the greatest mistake I made was trying to conform. Trying to be like every one else. Whether it be trying to be a goof ball like James Exeter, trying to be a trash talker like SAC or Trying to be a messiah like Chad Evans and Damian Angel. I never got it I never understood what made me special in the first place. It wasn’t that I could talk a crowd into singing the theme song to the facts of life. Or being able to high five every one in the front row. No I have always been at my best when I was one thing the freak the mad man the abstract. And when I wasn’t I have failed. See change can some times be a good thing but not now not this time it wasn’t in 2008. See I got my ballot for the 2008 year end awards and it confirmed my thoughts my year was a failure. I did try to become one thing I was never and that was sane. Dillusion then stands up walking away from the rocking chair and then walks towards a closet where he opens the closet door and walks in. We then hear a racket of noise as objects begin to get tossed by the camera. A soccer ball, sweater vest, a porcupine (which promptly scurries out of view.) An old Atari entertainment system and even a card board cut out of Burt Reynolds circa Smokey and the bandit. Dillusion then comes back into view with a chalk board. Dillusion: Today’s lesson is called “Where the hell did Dillusion’s career go completely to shit” Dillusion takes a piece of chalk and writes those words on the chalk board. Dillusion: Alright See I returned and that was as that stupid Sushiking guy…That was the first sign bad idea even if I had amnesia. People who had done far less then me while in the SCW they’re first run had far better returns. But me I return as what? A curtain jerker with a bad accent and an annoying manager slash slave driver. This was clearly a very bad idea who do I blame this on. Dillusion writes “Screen writer’s guild of America” Dillusion: See clearly this was because of the Screen writer’s guild of America that I came back so horribly last time. Oh and the drugs….I was taking way too much prescription medicine. Which clearly messed up the old noggin? Dillusion says giving his head a knock. Dillusion: Now the reason this is all the screen writers guild fault is because if it wasn’t for the writers strike. I would have had far better writers working for me. Instead of the drunken stoner wash ups I had. I think they were out of work friends writers or something because trusts me that last run was about as bad as the last season of friends or dare I say “Joey”. Dillusion trembles with fear. Dillusion: Now that we have isolated the problem we need to take care of said problem. Dillusion moves his head to the left and the camera moves and we see three men tied to chairs arms and feet both bound. One dressed in a transformers t-shirt, one dressed like an emo kid and another dressed like he was on his way to an AC/DC concert. Dillusion: Now gentle men what do you have to say for your complete and utter slaughter of my once promising career. Nerd: I got better things to do tonight then DIE! Dillusion: Random transformers quotes won’t save you now because you see my year was a failure sure I won the tag team titles defeating at the time the current world champion and now the current world champion. But I was NOT even nominated for tag team of the year. But being the sane rational person I am. I’m not going to put the blame on the voting committee. NO I blame you three! Dillusion says viciously back handing the nerd in the transformers shirt. Dillusion: See before I was good I was crazy I did what I wanted I had crazy adventures everybody had a good time. But then when I returned POW! The crap shot of bad ideas opens only with a few golden nuggets like this one. Dillusion reaches from his trench coat and pulls out his trusty nail gun probably one of the only good things he got out of 2008. Dillusion: See one of my few good ideas this year was to abduct TJ Johnson and shot him in the leg repeatedly with a nail gun. I think it was a fantastic premise and really got the point that I’m crazy, unstable and at the same time amusing but in no way racist. Because I didn’t mutilate TJ with a nail gun because he’s black. No you see I mutilated TJ because he thought he was funny and insulted me. But in the end I thought it was funny while he was screaming like a baby over the nail in each of his legs. See I’m not a racist I’m just unstable…up here. Dillusion says tapping his forehead. Emo Kid: I miss my girlfriend…Can you play some simple plan? Dillusion: SHUT UP EMO KID! You’re the reason people think I am obsessed with shameless WB style drama. That is clearly unacceptable the whole opening my personal life to the world doesn’t work. No more camera’s following me around unless if it’s at some one else’s expense. Every one does these whole glimpse into the life of this wrestler.Which is supposed to be interesting suppose to be compelling but really it's not. I think Xander even got dosed up with ruthies and raped by some chick. I thought that only happened to college girls. But maybe I just made that up I do have a vivid imagination. Maybe your all just part of my imagination lets see. Dillusion shots the emo kid in the leg with the nail gun he steps back watching as the emo kid wails in pain. Dillusion smiles watching this display of pain. Dillusion: Going back to the basics is always just so refreshing. I already feel better then I have in months I’ve spent months in the desert I didn’t get any sort of great revelation about life I was hoping for. I didn’t even meet John Morrison in the desert all in all a very disappointing endeavor. You think you go out in the desert for a reason to find what is missing in your life and what do you get? Nothing no spirit animal, no celebrity cameo, not even a music video. All I got was sand lots and lots of sand. I think I saw a newt but it was just a rock see that’s how bad things have gone for me I’m capping off a horrible year with a return. No bull shit no suspense no surprise see your typical return is always done by surprise poof he’s there attacking some one maybe getting revenge on some one or something. Or maybe coming back from some injury and facing a brand new challenge. Me it’s nothing like that I am back and I want everyone to know it. I want people to talk I want people to think. I want people to form they’re own opinions. You can talk about how I’m crazy, how I am washed up and how I haven’t been on the level for years. I don’t care because what doesn’t kill you whether it be loss after loss whether it be having a pathetic year losing just as much as you won, whether you lost your path and can’t find your way there is one thing to survive means you will endure and I have endured this year. I went from having an amazing first year in the SCW to having a pathetic second one. So now gentlemen besides this all being your fault and completely and utterly ruining my unique essence. And making me more pathetic then a member of the Cherry Pit Crew do you understand what you've done? Nerdy writer: How is it our fault you’re the won who lost the matches. Dillusion fires a nail into the nerdy writer’s leg in response to this. Dillusion: It’s your fault for ruining who I was. I was a simple lovable sadistic masochistic socialopath but now what am I a clown a joke a freak that can’t control his emotions. Actually I don’t even know what the hell I am. All I do know is that I have a nail gun and I want to shot each and every one of you with it. I am sick of the old Dillusion well not the old old Dillusion but the more recent Dillusion. The pieces are all officially knocked off the table. Expect the unexpected and if you expect the unexpected don’t expect that then expect the expected. But if you expect the expected then expect the unexpected. I am going to bring something that the SCW has been lacking for a very long time and that is chaos. Rocker Writer: Are you completely stoned? Dillusion: No not in the slightest but I am realizing exactly what I did wrong previously. I was always trying to get approval always trying to justify myself always trying to be sane. Bah who needs sanity who cares if I see things that aren’t really there. I’m going to embrace what every one thinks is wrong with me. Since I first came to the SCW it has been about who can be a bigger bastard. Whose the greater villain there aren’t heroes in SCW there are anti heroes there are different shades of grey. Some times people are good sometimes people are bad. SCW’s greatest asset is how self centered its roster is. Look at Josh Hudson he claimed to respect my goal of bringing back respect to the tag team titles. But then once he takes hold of those titles he ignores them and once again pushes them aside. Now I’m not claiming to be a hero or a saint I myself tried to be my own flavor of villain and hero. So you know what I’m going to try to be? Dillusion says this pointing the nail gun at the leg of the writer dressed in the ac/dc shirt. Dillusion: Don’t you see my goal. My mission isn’t to be some comic foil to your Greg Cherry’s or your Damian Angel’s. Sure I’ll crack a joke and there but my purpose is just something that the narrow minded thinkers of the world can’t understand. SCW is in a horrible state at the moment. The company is at an all time low and it’s not just because of the economy. It is because no one on the roster has the drive to do something about this. I’m not claiming to be a savior but I am claiming to be part of the solution and your hindering comments aren’t helping! Dillusion says this firing a nail in the leg of the rock and roll writer who lets out a scream of pain and agony Dillusion smiles a sadistic smile. Dillusion: Do not question me when I have the nail gun. The nail gun is authority so I am authority. Now back to my question do you know what I am trying to do? All three writers look confused and a little threatened at Dillusion they’re expressions unsure if they should respond Nerd Writer: Take over the world? The nerdy writer in the transformers shirt says cringing. Dillusion: World Domination while an interesting concept is a far too lofty goal for me at this moment. I am trying to be the dues ex machine. I want to knock the SCW out of its state of comfort and normality and bring fourth a new era of chaos and madness. If that means I break a few bones so be it whether it be mine or anyone else’s it doesn’t matter. SCW needs an injection of chaos. And me I’m an Agent of Chaos ready to explode they’re little ivory castle. That sounds very terrorist like but you know what SCW can think of me as this. Rock Writer: So you want to be a terrorist. Dillusion: NO I want to be thought of as a terrorist not be a terrorist. I’m not saying I’m going to wrap a towel around my head and send out videos with horrid camera angles. And terrible audio. I am talking about a terrorist against the mundane. This battle royal it is going to be my first strike an all out assault on the wave of the mundane that has taken over the SCW. Win or Lose SCW is about to see an entirely new Dillusion SCW is about to see something it has never seen before. You know this all means? Nerd Writer: What? Can we go now? Dillusion: No it means I didn’t need to go to the desert all I need to do was kidnap some writers I had hired and shot them with a nail gun. And people say violence doesn’t solve your problems. If violence doesn’t solve your problems a nail gun sure does! Dillusion strokes the nail gun lovingly. He looks to the nail gun and says. Dillusion: We should never be a part. They always wanted us a part but we’re together now yes we are. Just then there is a pounding on the door Dillusion arches his brow a confused expression coming over his face. Dillusion: Don’t tell me it’s one of those annoying mystery entrants that have signed up for the battle royal and won’t appear till the last minute to make a shockingly mundane appearance. The nerve really didn’t they know this was my promo time. I really need to get an agent…or a lawyer… and not shot them with a nail gun. OR shot them MORE with a nail gun. Yes I like that idea. The door bursts open and six large men in white come bursting into that room. Man in white: Get that nail gun from him! Dillusion: NO this is my nail gun! Dillusion says hugging the nail gun tightly against his chest a click sound is heard and Dillusion starts laughing as the nail gun fires a nail into his chest. Dillusion: It bites when it’s scared can’t you people just leave a man and his nail gun alone! I have a chalk board can’t you see I had more things to rant about and blame my down fall on? At least let me keep the nail gun! It only likes me! The nail gun goes off again and Dillusion winces and then starts laughing madly the men in white trying to pull Dillusion away from his trusty nail fastening device. Several other men help the three writers up and escort them out of the room. Dillusion continues to fight for dear life while still trying to hold the nail gun close. But soon he falls to the numbers game a man in white takes the nail gun and starts to walk away with it. Dillusion holds out his hand whispering in a weakened tone. Dillusion: Nail gun…come back…Nail gun…come back. Scene fades to black |
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| XdpK | Dec 29 2008, 10:52 PM Post #18 |
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OOC: Time for some pointless secondary charcter entrants. Narrator: One day on the planet Earth there was a human being. But not an ordinary Human being but a Spectacular Human being this Human beings name was... Spectacular Ninja leaps onto the Screen throwing his fist into the air. The Spectacular Ninja: THE SPECTACULAR NINJA!!! Narrator: The Spectacular Ninja was a brave hero and he believed that he was a former SCW World Champion even though he had never fought for it or won it. But he had interfered in a us title match so that was close enough for him. The Spectacular Ninja: I'm the Spectacular Ninja and I'm a former SCW World Champion. Narrator: No your not. The Spectacular Ninja: YES I am! Because I said so and I am always right. Narrator: No you werent you had a horrible win loss you even lost to David Grenier of all people. The Spectacular Ninja: But he was a former Majestic Champion so that doesnt count. Narrator: How can that not count. The Spectacular Ninja: Because it was after Labor day all loses I recieve do not count if they were after Labor day. Narrator: Now your just making up nonsense. The Spectacular: You listen up narrator I am a fearsome warrior and I will destroy you without a second thought. Ninja says this swinging his fist! Spectacular Ninja: Infact I now have a tag team partner and he is truly awesome together we will be an awesome force of awesomeness that will destroy all comers that come in our awesome path. There will be no way to defeat our awesomeness and at the year end special when we enter this battle royal all those who entered the battle royal will know what it is like to be destroyed by some one who is truly awesome. And now without furthur suspense my tag team partner...SUSHIKING SELLOUT! Narrator: SAY WHATTTTTTT Dillusion is in the battle royal! Sushiking is in the battle royal! But they were the same person this insane how could something so insane happen! Sushiking sellout steps on to the screen exchanging an Epic high five with Ninja. Spectacular Ninja: Now with two of us we will be unbeatable! Together the team of Spectacular Ninja and Sushiking sellout will beat all comers and there will be no one in the world that can stop us not even jesus! Sushiking sellout: YISH! Narrator: At that moment all of the SCW let out a collective groan knowing that things would never be the same. |
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| Josh Hudson | Dec 30 2008, 12:23 AM Post #19 |
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Living Legend
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Josh Hudson opened his journal and pressed his pen to the paper. He had written in the journal in a long time, but he felt that now was a perfect time to do so. He felt that wrestling and writing were always the best ways for him to vent and he had a lot to vent about as of late. He ran his fingers through his hair, his eyes glued to the page before him. He took a deep breath and let out a loud sigh and began to write. The end… The end has arrived. The year 2008 is drawing to a close, much like my feud with Hurse. Our last nothing less than epic… But in the end, when you really look at it, that is exactly what I am here for. To bring out the absolute best in my opponents and myself, that is what I do. Around this time of year, after all the gifts have been wrapped and unwrapped, after Santa’s ass gets fatter after eating all of those fucking cookies, people begin looking back at the year that they are about to wave goodbye to. They look at the good and bad times from the previous twelve months and how it has effected their lives. Well I am going to do the same, this time around. Let’s look at the beginning of the year. I was the reigning SCW Champion, adding yet another unexpected month to my already even more unexpected title reign. I capped it off with a successful title defense, beating 2007’s story of the year, Damian Angel. But as life often does, the proverbial red carpet as pulled out from under me and I lost the title, and I had to walk away from the sport. I stepped away from the ring and all I did was…watch. I watched as Matt Hodges, James Exeter, Nathan Kaye, and even Asher Hayes took the SCW by storm, while stars of yesteryear like CHBK, Jay Gold and Jason Wheeler were fighting to keep their legacies building, making sure they wouldn’t be forgotten. I sat back, watching all of this, the wars between Xander Valentine and Exeter, even the three way feud between David Miller, Reckless and the Real Speed. I sat back and wondered, where I would fit in in this new world that the SCW had become. I wondered if I even wanted to be a part of it. But I couldn’t kill the old horse no matter how many times I shot it. I wasn’t able to squash the wrestling bug that had infected me with its poison of not being able to let go. I gave in. I made my return to the ring by kicking the shit out of that never was, Jamal Evans, aligning myself with Glacier and Justin Davis. I defeated Evans, quickly and soundly, and found myself lasting until the final four of the Taking Hold of the Flame battle royal match, something I had never done. From there, Glacier and I dominated the tag team division, and our feud against then champions, Dillusion and MV, before taking their titles as our own at Rise to Greatness. Alongside Glacier, I dominated the tag team division, making the titles mean something again, before growing tired of having to do it all and kicked Glacier to the curb, handing his title to Justin Davis and despite defending our titles against Family Prestige and basically putting an end to them, these titles have once again become what they have usually always been… Props… I headlined Under Attack, competing for the World Championship, and I failed as I have done so many times before. And then…my feud with Hurse began. The entire feud, it wasn’t about titles. It was about competition, and every time we stepped into the ring, we took it to one another and brought out the fire in one another. It was a match about pride. He won both of those encounters, the tag match and the singles match, but either way, we both appeared to be winners, because he and I stole the show. I don’t say this much, but deep down, there is a few ounces of respect and maybe if we ever cross paths again, I will get the better of him, but until then…I stand here…. Wondering where I am going to go from here….in the wrestling world…where do I stand? I always find myself questioning about this because, I am not always in the spotlight of the wrestling world and that is by choice. James Exeter recently said that I was jealous of him and his so called brother Hurse. Am I jealous? Am I jealous of the fact that it didn’t take him as long as it did me to become the World Champion? Am I jealous over the fact that he gets and probably will always get more recognition than me? I wouldn’t say jealous, but then again, I wouldn’t know what to call it. I don’t like James Exeter. I believe him to be a spoiled brat, that complains whenever he doesn’t get what he wants, but when you step back and take a good long look at the members of the wrestling world, every single one of us wrestlers are spoiled brats. We all complain at some point or another. Even I have done it and I have talked about not asking for shit from anybody and that may be true to an extent, I have had complaints about egos and all of these other people getting title shots and main event spots. I came back into this sport, to rid the wrestling world of the aforementioned bullshit that continues to plague the wrestling world, but now that I think about all of this, I see that the wrestling world has to have it to thrive. It needs the whiny brats. It needs those who work their asses off and remain loyal to the wrestling world. The sport needs varieties of people in order to survive. And I have to be involved in this world in order to live, because wrestling is in my blood, it flows through my veins like heroin…I am addicted. I enjoy competition, which is exactly why I am stepping in the ring at the End of the Year Special. That is why I am throwing my name into the hat for the End of the Year invitational. The whole feud against Hurse, made me want to compete again. It made me want to test my mettle against any and all wrestling stars in the SCW, IWC, or whatever wrestling promotion wants to send their superstars my way. And now, I look at the competitors in this thing, a lot of new faces thus far, and I few old ones like my old pal Dillusion and Count Colby Proof….weird name…. I look at these faces and I can see their sense of desire, the will to succeed and to make a name for themselves, or just to keep their names going, or to bring their names back and get them out there once again. I see that and I wonder why I am stepping into this match, because I am going to be remembered despite several of my so called peers will say, I will be remembered and maybe my time in this sport is dying down…. I am not going out there to win…because deep down, after all that has happened this year… I want to die…. I feel too tired to fight anymore. I don’t want to fight for Amber, nor do I want to fight this match against Hurse. My war against the comedy bullshit, the egos and the gimmicks, all of it….none of it seems to matter. The words I speak, the truth I believe I preach, all of it…none of it matters. My wrestling career….my personal life….cannot seem to coexist. I try to be myself in both worlds, but when it gets down to it, I fail in at least one of them, while succeeding in the other. And when I sit back, away from both worlds, taking time for myself, I see that it is tearing me apart. So once again, is any of this worth it? I want to become the SCW World Heavyweight Champion one last time, but do I need to continue to endure all that I do, the pain I experience on a weekly basis, or the screw jobs that kept me from a shot at the title last month, namely the match against Christian Savior? But what about Amber? She wants me to be better, but for some reason, all I do is hurt her, because deep down, I ache. I hurt. I grow more and more bitter with each passing day, it seems. It is as if I can never have what I want. I want to be happy. I want to be happy….wow….is that too much to ask? I want to be with her. That is the one thing that I know…I want to be with her…and now that I think about it, I have never been more sure about anything else in my life in such a long time. And all I seem to be doing is hurting her… I want to die. I feel too tired to fight anymore. When I returned back in 2007, I came up with the little catchphrase that “you may beat me, but you won’t break me”….funny now that I think about it, because as of right now, I believe I am broken. I am broken. And it wasn’t by anyone in the ring, not James Exeter, not Greg Cherry, or Damian Angel. It wasn’t by Jay Gold, or Jason Wheeler. I broke myself. I broke myself…. Greg Cherry and Damian Angel just competed in an Inferno match, but if I were a part of it, I would already be eliminated, because I feel like I am trapped in flames. In flames, that sums up the feeling I have….my soul feels as if it has gone up into flames and that it is soon going to fade into smoke and vanish. That ending seems more fitting for me…maybe it is the only way… Heh….who would’ve thought that I would once again find myself here, in this state of mind? I never saw it coming, but here it is…once again. I should’ve figured that it would return, because the way it seems that I am at my best when I am haunted, questioning myself and everything that makes me up my life….life….right now, all I can say it is nothing more than a joke….a bad joke, because I am not laughing hysterically….I am only laughing, because it seems that I have figured out my place in this life…. Second best…. It seems that I am not meant to be happy in this life. Away from the ring, with Amber…it seems that my life has meaning when we are both in pain…if we are happy, then something seems wrong, it doesn’t seem right, it doesn’t seem normal, but what is wrong with wanting that? Why can’t I have that? I see friends and family members, happy and smiling, while I force the smiles you see on my face, hiding my inner anguish, because I hate having to answer questions like, what’s wrong? Second best… Inside of the wrestling world, I shouldn’t have ever been the SCW World Champion. I do not have the personalities of Exeter, Wheeler, or even Cherry for that matter…I shouldn’t have ever held the United States title either….when it comes to being compared to these guys, it only seems suitable that I take second, when standing next to guys like them, because I am Josh Hudson, the go to guy, the man who gives it his all, who does the best he can to entertain the crowds, who shows that he struggles to make it to the top, because he wants to be seen as a real person, not some arrogant prick like the previously mentioned. Second best… I want to die… I am too tired to fight anymore…. I think back to the day I saw the bum who held the sign reading: The End is Near. I think now, asking where that end is, because right now, I couldn’t be happier if it were to come right now and destroy everything around me. I’d like to see everything go, before it consumed me, but I know it isn’t going to happen. I have to continue going through this life, accepting my fate, accepting my place as second best, if even that, and hurting Amber, until she decides to kick me to the curb and leave me behind, where she will go on, meet someone else, who could give her everything that I could’ve given her, but didn’t and I will stay here in this state, unhappy, praying for an end to it all. Our therapist told me to think about how much Amber meant to me, how much was she worth to me….I tried and I came to the realization that it would hurt too much for her not to be in my life, I don’t know why, but thinking about her leaving me brings tears and a sick, lonely feeling to my stomach. Hell, I am trying not to cry right now. It hurts so fucking bad. I want to die… I am too tired to fight anymore… Second best…. SCW I told you to be prepared to fight, but I knew you would. I should’ve been talking to myself, because here I am, and we don’t have much longer until we step into the ring and go at it one more time, but here I am, and I am not prepared to fight. I don’t know what I am going to do, other than do what I seem to be good at it and that is fake it… I can fake being happy. I can fake giving a damn about this match. Second best…. See you in the ring, everybody… Depressed? I don’t know what you would call it, but I’ve had a lot on my mind lately and it has been kicking my ass left and right. I aimed for a lot of goals when I returned and I didn’t really succeed in any of them. So would I call this year a failure or did I actually succeed in something? I made the main event, world title picture fresh and I kept the title away from media whores such as Greg Cherry and that was indeed a plus. I brought excitement back to the tag team division, like I was supposed to. I am trying to make my last run in wrestling well worth it… Which is why I want to fight anybody and everybody, fuck winning or losing, because in my mind, in my opinion, it is not about that, nor should it ever be…So what is going to happen now? As it always has been….only time will tell… Josh Hudson closed the journal and slapped his hand down on the hard cover. He ran his fingers over the golden time around the corners and let out a small smile, because simple things always made him smile or laugh. He felt tears building up, as if he had just removed a large weight off of his shoulders, keeping it from crushing his chest and that heart that beats within him, even though it felt numb there for him recently. He got up from desk and walked outside of his study and headed outside. The warm, yet odd due to the warmth, weather rushed over Hudson as he stepped out onto the balcony. He closed his eyes for a bit, because he hadn’t been outside in days. He was too busy moping around the house to do anything really. After a few moments, he blinked several times, adjusting his eyes, before taking a seat on the edge of the balcony. He stare down at the Californian world and shook his head. He didn’t like the place, but whether or not he liked it, it was home… Home… - - - - - Josh Hudson sat in the floor of his kitchen, with a bottle of Scotch and a glass beside him. A pack of cigarettes rested on his leg, when he heard footsteps drawing close. A few seconds later, Amber stepped into the kitchen, tears in her eyes. Amber: “I’m sorry, Josh…but….but this seems to be the only way….I hope everything gets better for you…just know….I love you, but I can’t keep crumbling with you… Josh just sat there. He stared at the ground, not taking his eyes off of the floor. He pulled a cigarette out of the package and went to lift it to his mouth, but stopped. He dropped it and it fell to the floor. He tried to look at Amber, but couldn’t, but still managed to reply. Josh Hudson: “I know….I know…. Amber turned away, as the tears fell hard. She reached the front door and made her exit, closing the door, never to return again. Josh Hudson sat in the kitchen floor. He grabbed the bottle of Scotch and his glass and poured himself a drink. He looked at the bottle, then set it down beside him, while lifting the glass up to his face. He stared at it, staring deeply at his reflection in the glass, before taking a drink, gulping down what little bit of life he had left in him. Goodbye… |
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| James Exeter | Dec 30 2008, 02:55 PM Post #20 |
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Happy holidays tbqh End of the World Special http://www.geocities.com/tehextraordinary1...oftheworld.html |
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| Dresser Boys | Dec 30 2008, 04:22 PM Post #21 |
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Karma's Warrior
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(OOC: it isn't what I wanted to do as the dying hard drive ruined me this week, but M V has to show his stuff in the Battle Royal) {The episode starts in New York City at the apartment of Marcus V. Lopez. The scene opens in the living room as Marcus is seen sitting over a crib and talking to his daughter.} Marcus V. Lopez: You know dis has been a great year for your Dad. Oh it has been something. I became a five time tag team champion and won my first singles championship in the SCW. So I guess my New Year's resolution did come true as I did win "a" SCW Championship, but I will tell you dis I will make my new one right now for 2009. I am going to be the SCW Champion in 2009 and no one is going to stop me. I was thinking about entering the SCW Battle Royal they have at the end of the year, but I don't think I will do it dis year. {Marcus stares at his daughter as she just makes baby noises.} Marcus V. Lopez: I don't know why. I guess I justr don't want to get Paris and your mother's hopes up again. I have been kind of disappointing them lately with the way my career has been going. I win some and I lose some and dat is perfectly normal and everything and I have never stopped fighring once. {Marcus pauses for a second as his daughter stops makng the baby noises.} Marcus V. Lopez: Hey I am not giving up for the battle royal. I know dat I can win it. I know Karma sees enough in me to take half of the people in dat battle royal out. A lot of those guys don't deserve to win it and sure they done some very bad things and dat means they don't deserve to win. {Marcus's daughter lets out a small cry.} Marcus V. Lopez: What? Do you really want me to see me in dis battle royal? I can't promise anything. I am not even going to get a title shot if I could win dis. {Marcus's daughter goes silence again.} Marcus V. Lopez: Oh come on, don't do dat. I have thought about dis and I really should be thinking about the bad in the SCW around the SCW Championship. I mean they got Jason Wheeler and Katie Steward. How could it get worst than dat? I guess if Adam won the title... Bon Jour... He changed... He picked Calvan over me (laughs)... {Marcus's daughter starts to laugh.} Marcus V. Lopez: Oh funny, like I never had a girl laugh at me before. Maybe you are right. I think I should enter myself in the Battle Royal. They got guys coming in from other companies to try to win it. Mr. Drachewych would be very pleased with me if I could win it and keep the title in the SCW. The title of Battle Royal winner. I would be better than last years winner too. Chad Evans... psh, I could beat him. {Marcus starts to laugh as he tells his daughter of some stories about how great he is in the ring. The door to his apartment opens as the other two women in his life walk inside carrying some bags in there hands as they set them on the table. Marcus's best friend Ashlee walks over to the crib and checks on her daughter. Marcus stands up and he steps away and kind of paces a bit and then turns to the girls.} Marcus V. Lopez: Paris, Ashlee I have come to a decision. I am going to be in the battle royal at the end of the year special. I know what you are and don't try to talk me out of it. I just had a conversation with Isabella and we agreed dat dis is the best decision. Ashlee White: Why would we try to talk you out of the match? Paris Moreau: Marcus we know that you are good and you should be fine in the match. Besides you don't really need to win the battle royal to make an impression on people. Marcus V. Lopez: Dat is true and I am going to do it. The battle royal is like the Disney World of bad karma guys. Dis could be huge for me (shaking his head)... No, dis will be huge for me. Ashlee White: (looking at her daughter)... And you decided to enter the battle royal after talking to Isabella. What exactly did she say? Marcus V. Lopez: We share our own special bond. Ashlee White: (laughing at Marcus)... Marcus V. Lopez: I could do dis match. You know the great year I have had in the SCW dis year and winning the battle royal will be great for me. It is my ticket back into the SCW Title picture. After Adam and James just had their shots at the title dis month and Katie Steward is done with hers I can see me in the match in January or February. Paris Moreau: You can see that for yourself? Marcus V. Lopez: Well Shawn Winters might try something if he returns and Donovan Kayl looks a bit shady right now, but who else does SCW got. Paris Moreau: Well I hope you are right Marcus. You would be a great SCW Champion. Marcus V. Lopez: I know and dis is going to be different from my Tag Team and Underground title reigns (pauses)... at least I hope it is. What am I saying? It was a great year I had and I promise you two I am going to have a great year in 2009. Paris Moreau: Are you going to make another resolution about winning the SCW Championship again? Marcus V. Lopez: (looking at his daughter and showing a small guilty smile)... No, I can't do dat. I wouldn't want to jinx myself next year. Paris Moreau: (laughing at Marcus)... Right... {Marcus continues to smile as he walks out of the living room and walks into his bedroom and closes the door behind him.} Marcus's Voiceover Narration: Three years I have been in the SCW and the closest I have come to the SCW Championship is my match with Greg Cherry in 2007 and I have watched a lot of guys win the title after I had my match and I have barely hung on here at times, but I am a fighter and it is what I do. I got to show Mr. Drachewych what he has got and I will bring him some good karma (smiling)... After I am done with his bad Karma in the battle royal. {Marcus burst out laughing at his joke he made as the scene starts to fade and the episode ends.} |
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| Greg Cherry | Dec 30 2008, 04:29 PM Post #22 |
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Ending on a High Note |
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| XdpK | Dec 30 2008, 04:48 PM Post #23 |
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The smell of floor cleaner is drowning out all my senses. Cleanse or be cleansed is how they want it to be. I am back in the white room again for yet another of the many times in my life. They think white is a comforting color I find it only to be suffocating. I feel like I am suffocating in all this conformity and blandness of the world. They try to control everyone they want everyone to have the same opinion. Every one has to wear the uniform they want them to wear. I feel like every things gone full circle nearly 3 years ago I was just getting out of this place just coming to the SCW. Now I am back here in the white on the eve of my return. I opted not for the surprise to avoid the suspense. Because I found it to be too typical I’ve decided to take that path with my life now to take the path that no one else will. I’ve always considered my self unique eccentric. A being out of place in society it’s a world I don’t feel I belong in. Josh Hudson the man I’m suppose to hate he belongs. He’s like everybody else he is exactly what they want him to be. He’s in this battle royal he wants to prove himself a title contender. I could careless about titles and main events. All I care about is chaos all I care about is being different. I am not like them I am not another note in the endless song of life. I am the screeching out of place note. I am the blemish on the canvas a smudge of paint on Davinci’s masterpiece. This battle royal is a chance to cause a level of chaos people haven’t seen in the SCW in years. I stare at this endless white and snarl in disgust. I am sick of them sick of they’re normality. I am not here to make Hudson look good and be his bitch like he seems to think I am. He’s probably proud of the humiliation he caused me. I’m proud of how he proved me right that he is a failure as an SCW Tag team champion he has held on to the title. But brought no respect to the belt people forget he even has it. People don’t care all they care about is his vendetta against James Exeter. Or wanting to see how many times he can lose to Hurse. I am not impressed by anything that has happened in my absence I am disgusted by the lows the scw has sunk to. SCW was once a company to be proud of but now in the months I’ve been gone it’s sunk like the titanic to the bottom of the ocean. My old nemesis Jason Wheeler is champion once more. I proved to wheeler I am the better man I already won the rubber match. Title or no title both Jason Wheeler and I know that I am the better man. That no matter how many times he holds that trinket he has around his waist. I still bested him our rivalaly is over and I won so another match with Wheeler is the last thing I want. I want something new but all I have is old sitting here in this white room by myself staring at the white before me. A battle royal is one of the most unpredictable matches in this sport so it’s fitting that I one of the most unpredictable wrestlers return in one. Is this a long return or is this another brief stint I don’t know. I don’t even know if I will be released from this wretched white room on time to compete in the battle royal. It would be funny if I didn’t just because it would be so out of the norm. So odd that the protagonist in this piece doesn’t escape the parell that he finds him self in. That I don’t make the typical last minute return that happens in all of those horrible sports movies. It would be funny even for me if I am locked up here and completely Miss SCW’s little battle royal. Does that surprise you? Does that shock you? Good that’s what I am going for. I don’t want to be like anyone else anymore I am me and no one else. And if I have to do crazy even stupid things to prove it then that is what I will do. Winning and losing doesn’t even matter to me as long as I get my point across. And my point is simple we are all trapped in the chains of conformity and to comfortable with these chains to do anything about this. A revolution will never happen if everyone continues to be so accepting of the chains we are trapped in. I am not a slave these chains I wear are because I am insane. Insane because I am not like them because I will not accept the disease that is they’re conformity. I will never accept it I will never be one of them. I will never pray at the alter of the corporate gods. I am back and my purpose is at last truly just. The violence that follows my goal will be my reward. It will be in the blood of those who appose me. I will know them by the stench they give off. I despise your sickness of acceptance and I spit in the face of your need to be wanted. I’m not one of you I will never be one of you. I will not stand in line and accept my beatings like all of you pathetic followers. My mind is free and my own I don’t let the media or even my all mighty employer Oleska control me. Shackle me and whip you if you must but I will still not accept what you represent. I will find my way to your battle royal and begin my slow painful destruction of your prized walls. Let your cries be loud as I do what you don’t want me to do. Let your eyes narrow in disapproval as I say what you don’t want to hear. And be the epitome of what you will grow to despise. I will pull back my head and continue to spit in your face till my throat is dry as the hottest desert. You can keep me wrapped in this straight jacket if you want but some day some way I will find my way out. Some day I will get loose and I will push down your pretty stack of blocks. I know this war won’t be easy this first battle will quite possibly end in my defeat. With the likes of James Exeter, Greg Cherry and Josh Hudson. It could happen but I will not leave this year end show with out my pound of flesh. I will rip the pound of flesh from the accepting hordes. I will defeat your former champions and make them look the fool. Or I will fail it doesn’t matter what matters is the damage I cause on the way. The pain I dispense on these figureheads of conformity. There is only one man I respect that will be in that ring and that is MV. And if even he dares to stand in my path I will unleash my fury even on him. Cherry always the schemer always with a plan a man once an enemy. Would it not confuse and delight to become a friend or maybe I could just bash his face in again. And Exeter a man I have never faced will pose a thrilling challenge. Extraordinary he may be but is he prepared to deal with a man with no fear. No doubt no remorse to what he may do to another. I think not and that will give me the advantage it will give me the advantage over all of them. Respect does not mean I see that MV is just like every body else he conforms to they’re rule just like everybody else he accepts the orders of Oleska like a good lap dog. But his mind is open to change I saw that when we teamed I see that still. And if he doesn’t accept my plans he will find himself an enemy where an ally once was. I am here with a purpose and there is nothing that will stop me now. My time to become the real Dillusion has at last arrived no more games no more lies. With his guidance I have found the path with him at my side once more my mission can not and will not fail. I am ready to begin the reign of anarchy. Let chaos rain from the sky the time has come at last for a change to the SCW. The mundane existence has come to an end I will bring my scythe down on they’re throats and slash away until there is nothing left. I am Dillusion and a mind is a very dangerous thing and my mind is the most dangerous of all. |
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| XdpK | Dec 30 2008, 04:55 PM Post #24 |
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Narrator: Another day another battle for the awesome team of Spectacular ninja and the engima known as Sushiking Sellout who is this guy anyways? Is he the new commander for earth? Sushiking sellout: YISH! Spectacular Ninja: SCW we are men on a mission and no we do not rap but we do wrap presents....as a part time job...we needed money for the holidays Sushiking sellout:YISH! Spectacular Ninja: We are gods amongst men and both of have had many erections Sushiking sellout:YISH! Spectacular Ninja: You better believe it home boy! Sushiking sellout: Yish!?! Sushiking says tilting his head to the side. Spectacular Ninja: SCW be prepared the greatest tag team ever is here and if we see a hot chick. WE WILL POP A BONER Sushiking sellout: YISH!! Spectacular Ninja: Also if we step into that ring I can promise you we will win! Sushiking sellout: YISH! |
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