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End of the Year Open Invitational Battle Royal
Topic Started: Dec 8 2011, 05:53 PM (325 Views)
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End of the Year Open Invitational Battle Royal
The winner receives $250, 000 and a new car to be revealed at the program along with obviously the pride of winning a big invitational match

Everyone starts out in the ring. It is then a single-fall structure match (not over the top rope elimination). It is open invitational. ANYONE can enter, from SCW or anywhere else.

To enter, just post a roleplay for it here.

2 RP per entrant
5 PM EST Thursday, December 29, 2011
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Thomas Watson
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OOC: Woo! First time in a while I have been...well, the first person to post :D Hope y'all enjoy. I had the permission to use the special guests in my roleplay from the handlers

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Disclaimer: First Troy RP. Nothing special but it does set up for me doing a second one if time allows me to. Anyways Good luck and Enjoy!

Wednesday, December 14th, 2011 in Miami, Florida around 12:30 P.M.

"Troy wake up; it's almost one o'clock." That was the sound of Troy's older sister Eliza as Troy groaned loudly before finally getting out of bed. He was still in his room as Eliza was down in the "living room" of the loft.

"Alright Liza I'm up," he said while letting out a loud yawn. He put on some black pants and a black long sleeve shirt and began walking down the stairs where he saw Eliza sitting on the couch watching TV. Unlike Troy, who had short blonde hair, Eliza had long red hair and blue eyes. She was also sporting a black long sleeve shirt however she was wearing blue jeans.

"I see someone was up late again," she said with a smirk.

"I had to cover for someone last night."

Aww poor you."

"Whatever. What are you doing her anywhere?"

"Uh earth to Troy you do realize that I live here too right?"

"I mean I thought you were going somewhere with Taylor?"

"I was but Taylor said that a family emergency came up so he had to handle that."

"Good because now you can drive me to Greg's today."

"And what makes you think I'll do that?"

"Because I'm your brother. Plus I hate taking the bus."

"Well if you never ruined your old car perhaps you wouldn't be asking me."

"Fine then I'll just take your keys and drive there myself."

"Oh no you won't."

"Oh come on Liza. If I have to catch the bus; I'm going to be late. Class starts in about thirty minutes. Besides I'm going to get a brand new car very soon."

"Very soon? Did mom tell you that?"

"No."

"So how are you supposedly going to get a new car? You do realize that your current job doesn't pay that way."

"Don't rub in it sis. What I'm referring to was when i win my first ever professional wrestling match."

"Your what?"

"You heard me."

"Wait something's not adding up here."

"Well let's just say I know a guy that wrestles in SCW and I convinced him to put me in their End of the Year Battle Royal. I know sis; so cool right?" Eliza soon gave Collin a look.

"Are you crazy! You're going to get killed out there!!!"

"You don't know that."

"Yes I do. Troy, you're going to be in the ring with people that enjoy hurting other people. They will have no problem doing the same to you kido."

"Stop calling me that; you're only four years older than me."

"Well you being in that match is childish. Seriously you could just save some money and get a car. Sure your job sucks but at least you won't be putting your body on the line and risk possibly being disfigured for the rest of your life!"

"It will be all worth it if I win. Plus the twenty five thousand dollars would definitely be a bonus." Eliza continued to look at Troy as if he was a moron. Troy just sighed as he sat on the couch next to her.

"Look Liza, you don't have to worry about me. I'm not going to get disfigured or anything like that. And if it makes you feel better if I will I'll split the money 50/50 with you." Eliza instantly grew a smile on her face.

"You would do that," she asked.

"Yup I would. I wouldn't share it with any of my friends; they would waste it in a week! But then again we could probably do some awesome things with the money. Now thinking about it, perhaps I should share it with them and we can finally by that big keg that Jackson wants."

"Oh trust me that's the last things he needs. And seriously Troy? You wouldn't share the money with your friends over your sister?"

"Oh like you wouldn't blow the cash with your little friends." Troy then peeked over to the kitchen and saw that is was 12: 47 P.M.

"Shit I'm going to be late. Sis, you got to drive me there." Eliza just sighed and grabbed her keys, which were on the table.

"Fine but you own me for this."
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Ten Minutes later

"Here you go," Eliza said as she parked her car by the sidewalk across from Greg's training school.

"Hey thanks Liza," Troy replied before getting out of the car.

"No problem. But like I said, you seriously own me big time for this."

"Whatever. Just pick me up in a couple of hours ok?"

"Alright then, Later kido."

"Hey what did I tell you about calling me that?!"

"Fine you big baby. See ya later Troy."

"That's much better." Eliza soon drove off as Troy began walking across the street. Once he reached the door, he opened it and entered the building. He immediately saw his two friends, Jackson Roy and Rodger Stone, conversing amongst them and smiled.

"Dudes what's up," Troy said as he joined his two friends.

"Winston what's shaking," said the tall, blonde haired Jackson. In fact, Jackson was a staggering 6'8 and he was only eighteen years old.

"Nothing much dude."

"Dude you gotta come to my party this Friday," muttered the black haired Rodger. He was about the same height as Troy however he was much more bulkier than him. Also he had a noticeable scar across his left check.

"You know I'm going to be there man," Troy replied with a smirk.

"Awesome. I'm telling you bro, it's going to be sick!"

"Yeah Rodger's uncle let him use his beach house so it's going to be crazy!"

"Beach house," questioned Troy.

"Yeah man. He's going to be out of town for a couple of days and so he let me use it."

'Nice," remarked Troy. Troy then walked away from the two and took a seat on a chair that was by the ring in the middle of the room.

"Look who showed up," a voice called and Troy instantly laughed.

"Oh it's you Shea," he responded with a sarcastic tone as Sam took a seat right next to him.

"Well who else would it be? After all I'm the only Samantha Shea that beats you on a weekly basic," Sam replied with a smirk. Troy just rolled his eyes.

"Again you're getting lucky like Tim Tebow. Eventually your luck is going to run out."

"Oh trust me it isn't luck Winston. You just can't accept the fact that a girl is better than you."

"That's because you aren't."

"In your dreams."

"I bet you do dream about me," Troy said with a cocky tone.

"Again in your dreams Winston. Anyways I hear you're going to be in that End of the Year Battle Royal SCW hosts. Is that true?" Troy just let out a wide grin on his face.

"Yep it's true. And I'm going to win the whole thing." Troy sported a cocky expression on his face as Sam just shakes her head.

"You do realize that you're going to get killed out there right? I mean you're going against guys that have been wrestling a hell of a lot longer than you and they would just eat you alive."

"You would hate for that to happen wouldn't you?"

"No actually I would be enjoying your ass kicking the entire time."

"Whatever Sam. If I don't win the whole thing, I'm going to be pretty damn close to. I have a lot riding on this match."

"What? You made a bet with your little buddies?"

"Actually I didn't. Andrew said if I last over ten minutes or even win the match, he would consider putting me in Commonwealth Wrestling; which is like the development fed for SCW. I owe a lot to him for this and I want to prove to him that it wasn't a waste of his time. But most importantly, I want to go out there and not get destroyed and embarrass myself in front of millions of people. That would be awful."

"So you actually think you have a chance of winning?"

"Stranger things have happened. Plus I really want that new car they're promising the money. That and the extra twenty five Gs."

"Wait the winner gets a new car AND twenty five thousand dollars."

"Exactly and if everything goes to plan, I'll win both."

"Well good luck Winston."

Thanks."

"Yeah you're going to need it. Especially after I prove to you that once again I'm better than you." Sam continued to mock Troy as he once again rolled his eye.

"Keep thinking that but when I put you in your place I hope you don't run off and cry now. That would be such a shame."

"Alright everything class has begun," said Greg as he suddenly made his presence known to everyone. The rest of the students sit in the chairs along with Troy and Sam as Greg stands in the ring.

"Alright guys today we're going to do exactly what we did last week. I want to see you guys just go in that ring and go at it for five minutes. Remember the next two weeks I'm evaluating you guys so if you want to improve your current rank I suggest you step it up. With that said, whichever you two want to start, the floor is yours."

"Are you ready for this," Sam said to Troy in a mocking tone as the two jumped out of their seats. As they headed to the ring, Greg suddenly grabbed Troy by his arm.

"Troy, if you will I would like to talk to you for a second," he told him.

"Uh alright then," Troy replied as he followed Greg to the outside of the school.

"So what's up Greg?"

"How are you feeling about your match? You do realize it's only almost two weeks away."

"I feel pretty good. I'm really stoked to be in the match and in front of so many people."

"Well that's good. I'm sure Andrew has told you already that we will consider putting you in Commonwealth Wrestling if you prove your worth in the match."

"Yeah he told me. That's just makes me even more focused on proving myself."

"Which it should Troy. This is your big opportunity Troy. I've been trying to get you prepared for moments like this even since you came into my school last year and I just hope you can hold your own with the big boys. For your sake that is."

"Don't worry Greg I'm going to be great out there."

"That is if you make it to the End of the Year Battle Royal."

"What do you mean," Troy said with a confused expression.

"Look I got in touch with one of my old friends I was wrestling with and he too has a training school."

"And?"

"And we agreed that next week you'll face his best student one on one."

"So I'm going to be sparring with him?"

"Preciously however this time it's going to be like a real match. You will face him and whoever gets the first pinfall or submission will win." Troy nods his heads while smirking.

"Ok that sounds pretty cool."

"However there is a catch."

"Give me anything."

"Since you are my best student currently in my school I expect a lot from you. So if you lose this match, you can kiss the End of the Year Battle Royal goodbye because you won't be entering. I want to make sure you're ready for that match. But also I want to see if you're even worth being in that match. I know you won the bet between you and Andrew however that doesn't matter. If you lose, you lose your chance at the Battle Royal." Troy just looks at Greg, mulling over what Greg just said. He didn't want to lose his shot in the Battle Royal and miss the chance to win the brand new car. He wasn't going to lose the match; at any means necessary.

"So Troy, are you up for the challenge."

"I'm more than up for it; I'm ready for it."

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The Epicenter of Awesomeness spots ASP, Andrew Samuel Pugh in his locker room. Jessica Summers is of course filming the whole thing. Of course Andrew is professionally dressed; black tailor made suit with black tailor pants along with his trademark shades on his face. Also you see young Troy Winston in the background watching a hockey game. He's sporting a black long sleeve shirt with blue jeans.

ASP: Greetings ASPeeps worldwide! Once again this is your hero, role model and Trendsetter ASP, Andrew Samuel Pugh and for once this video isn't about me. No ASPeeps this video is about introducing someone to the entire world. This is about introducing all of you ASPeeps about a man that's going to make his professional wrestling debut at the End of the Year Invitational Battle Royal. That man is this guy right behind me.

Andrew points to Troy, who is still watching the hockey game.

ASP: This young man right here is what people would call my "protege". Quite frankly I call him a fortunate one. For the past five months I have taken him under my wing, teaching him about the ins and outs of this business; all for this moment. Now he's neither as awesome nor charismatic as yours truly; to be honest half of the SCW roster isn't; however one day he will get there. So without further ado ASPeeps, I, ASP, Andrew Samuel Pugh, would like to introduce to you Troy Winston.

Jessica: Troy!

Troy quickly turns around and sees the Epicenter of Awesomeness. From there he jumps off the chair he was sitting on and soon stands in front of the Epicenter of Awesomeness as ASP goes off to watch TV.

Troy: So as my "mentor" just basically told you all, my name is Troy Winston. However my friends call me the Joker; but that is a long story. I’m from Weyburn, Canada and I'm only nineteen years old. . So you must be wondering, why would a nineteen year old kid, who has never had a official wrestling match, would sign up for the End of the Year Invitational Battle Royal right? If you think about dudes, it's pretty simple.

The reason why I put my name in this match is because of the winner prize for the winner. Not only would I get a brand new car but an extra twenty five thousand dollars. Do you know how much I could do with both the car AND the money? Ah man dudes I would be living the high life!

Troy smirks for a moment.

Troy: However that's not the only reason why I entered this match. You see every since I've been a child back when I lived in Canada, I've always dreamed about stuff like this. When you're a man and you're born in Canada, you either two things; play hockey or become a wrestler. And although I am pretty awesome in hockey, I've always wanted to be a wrestler. I've always wanted to wrestle in front of thousands of people. I've always wanted to feel the rush of being in an actual match and this provides me that chance.

But don't think I'm just here just to be here. I entered the match because I want to face some tough competition. With this being an open Battle Royal and all, there are going to people from different walks of life going to be in this match and that's always fun. Facing people you know nothing about. But anyways as I said earlier, I want to test my skills against the best this world has to offer. It doesn't matter if you're a big dofus or a little midget, I want to face the world!

See folks I have a lot to prove in this match. After all this is my first chance to leave a lasting impression on everybody watching both in the back and at home. To be quite honest, this year's Battle Royal in reality is the Troy Winston Coming Out Party because after you see what I can do, you're jaws are going to drop. By the end of the night you're going to remember Troy Winston because I would have just blown your mind.

He pauses for a moment while smirking.

Troy: Now many people probably wouldn't be beating for me to win this match due to my lack of wrestling experience however I know that I'm fully capable of winning this match. See the one thing I have to my advantage is that no one knows who I am. Sure there's going to be some guys in this match that you've never seen before, but I'm sure those guys have been wrestling for promotions all over the world. See with me there's none of that. There's no record on me. No one has ever seen me in a ring. Like a true joker, I'm the Wild Card in this match. I'm the one that no one can prepare for. I'm the one that no one knows what to expect and that's how I want it to be because when I do show my skills, they will be unprepared.

This is why I think that I can win this match. Given that I'm the unknown dude in this match, I have leverage. Leverage that I plan on using to my advantage. Not only am I going to steal the show but I'm going to pick my spots. I'm not going to completely go out there and wrestle as if I don't know what the hell I'm doing out there. When I see my opportunity, I'm going to seize it. When I see an opening, I'm going to take it.

This young nineteen year old kid has a helluva of a lot to prove at the Battle Royal and this kid will fight til the very end. Even if I don't win this match, everyone will know that Troy Winston left it all in the ring. And if everything goes according to plan, not only will I walk out of Pittsburgh with a new car and twenty five thousand dollars richer, but I will make everyone take notice of me. People may think I have no chance of winning this match but all I have to say is stay tuned because like every Joker; I have an Ace up my sleeve.

Troy soon pulls out a deck of cards, all Jokers, and throws them into the Epicenter of Awesomeness. He soon walks off and then ASP walks back into the front of the camcorder.

ASP: And if you don't know.....now you know!

The Epicenter of Awesomeness soon fades to black.
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OOC: So here's my Aaron Rupp RP for the Open Invitational. I actually meant to have this done and posted a lot sooner, but the past few days have not been kind to me for varying reasons I'd rather not get into. It was a bit difficult to get back into writing for Rupp since I haven't done anything for him in months and I'm so used to writing for Thirteen now. Regardless, I think this came out pretty well. Consider the first half (CD) of this RP to be off-camera and the second half (shoot) to be on-camera. Good luck everyone!


Aaron Rupp had been out of action for almost all of 2011. First VWA closes prematurely heading into its biggest pay-per-view of the year because of financial issues that took the company under, and then his left knee was reinjured in SCW since he never gave it proper time to heal, and he found himself back in the hospital actually listening to the doctor’s orders this time about taking time off and letting it recover. While he was sidelined, Aaron’s beautiful wife, Nymira D’Aubergine, had given birth to twin children, one boy and one girl, and the two of them have been loving them and raising them ever since. Aaron spent quite a lot of time thinking about how things were going and wondered if it was worth it to return to the ring, since VWA’s closing also put his wife out of work and his recent injury didn’t help matters either. He ultimately decided that he needed to be a father now moreso than a wrestler, and made the difficult decision to retire despite from professional wrestling his young age. Besides, he knew his knee was never going to truly be one hundred percent ever again, and he really couldn’t take the risk of a potential third surgery that would likely see him require crutches to be able to talk around ever again.

Today was one of the quieter days for the loving husband and wife with the twins being more happy and cooperative today than most other days. Aaron currently sat on the couch with his son watching Spongebob on TV while Nym had their daughter on her lap in the recliner, playing 'peek-a-boo' with her and making her laugh. It was definitely a happy family scene. Aaron briefly glanced out the window to see the mail truck as it drove away, its delivery to their household’s mailbox complete. Luckily, Spongebob had just gone on commercial break, so Aaron had a brief moment to go and retrieve it.

“Hey Nym, I have to go get the mail. Can you take him for a second?”

Nym nodded in that way that only she could, making her head seem like that of a bobblehead doll. Aaron stood up and handed their son to her as she started playing 'peek-a-boo' with him too. Aaron couldn’t help but smile at seeing how much Nym could connect with their kids on a playful level. He quickly threw on his hoodie and headed outside, trudging through the snow that had finally started to accumulate on the ground this December, until he took the mail from the mailbox and headed back inside. He removed his shoes and hoodie again and glanced over with a chuckle as their little ones were now trying to play 'peek-a-boo' with their mom before he headed into the kitchen, his hands shuffling through the mail. One envelope in particular caught his eye… an envelope with a deep purple color to it. Aaron set all the other envelopes, most of which were bills and a few of them being Christmasa cards that he and Nym would go through together in a little bit, aside on the kitchen table before he scanned over the envelope, his eyes slowly widening in surprise. The envelope was addressed to 'Aaron Rupp and Nymira D’Aubergine' and there was only one thing in the return address that Aaron needed to see to know who this was from: the VWA logo.

Aaron opened the envelope and let his eyes scan over the enclosed letter as he saw Nym out of the corner of his eye, setting the twins down into their crib so they could take a nap before joining her husband in the kitchen, noticing the letter and especially the VWA logo that covered the upper left hand corner of the letter as well.

“What is it Puppy?”

Aaron turned to her with a smile, and it wasn’t because of his wife referring to him by the pet name she’d been calling him ever since they first met and became interested in each other.

“You’re not going to believe this honey, but VWA’s reopening for one final show… the show it deserved to go out with. And we’ve been invited back for that night.”

Nym gasped in surprise when she heard that, then started happily jumping up and down before hugging him tightly.

“This is great Puppy! One more night to do stuff for VWA! But…”

Aaron raised an eyebrow at the “but” before he followed Nym’s gaze to their little ones as they slowly drifted off to sleep in their crib.

“Yeah, I know honey… we’ll figure something out. The show’s not scheduled until March of next year, so that’s plenty of time to piece together our plan for that day.”

Nym smiled and nodded her head at that, realizing that Aaron was right. But then she found her eyes trailing down his body, past a ‘certain area’ that she loved so much for probably the first time ever, before her eyes came to rest on his left knee.

“But what about you Puppy? You haven’t wrestled in so long, and who knows how well your knee will be able to hold up?”

Aaron hadn’t thought about that, and Nym had a point. He’d been out of action since February, and he decided to retire not only because he had children to take care of now but also because even when the doctors had deemed his knee to be fully healed, he was warned that if it was injured again the damage might be irreversible through a third surgery.

“Yeah… that might be a problem honey…”

Nym let go of him and Aaron took a few minutes, trying to think of a possible solution. He knew that he could see how well his knee could hold up for a while when he started working out again to get back into wrestling shape, but that still left the issue of ring rust that would need to be shaken off as well as an actual test run of his knee’s sturdiness through at least one match. He looked at the calendar, and that’s when it hit him.

“The End of the Year Special…”

“What was that Puppy?”

Aaron turned to her with a smile.

“This is around the time of the year when SCW holds its annual End of the Year Special pay-per-view, and one of the big matches on the card is an Open Invitational Battle Royal where anybody, regardless of whether they’re employed by SCW or not, can sign up and compete. If I recall correctly, the winner gets $250,000 and a brand new car of some kind.”

“That’s perfect Puppy!”

“The chance for me to shake off some of my ring rust? Or the prize?”

The two of them just chuckled and embraced one another with a kiss. Aaron knew that the SCW fans would enjoy seeing him back, if only for one night, and that this was the perfect opportunity for him to shake off some ring rust as well as try to put an end to a few lingering bad memories from when he left SCW…

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“Bet you guys never thought you’d see me in an SCW ring again, did you?”

The scene opens to find Aaron Rupp… yes, your eyes don’t deceive you… sitting out on the front porch of his home in Huron, Ohio. He’s dressed in blue jeans and a zipped-up black hoodie, which is appropriate as his emerald eyes scan over the snow-covered ground around him. A small smile comes to his face before his eyes finally focus on the camera as he takes a deep breath, the exhale visible in the cold December air.

“I know, it’s been a long time since I was last seen as far as SCW was concerned… or wrestling in general for that matter. I know that many of you probably recall back in February that there was a news report on SCW’s website in regards to my knee being reinjured. I’m afraid it’s sad but true. You all recall the injury to my knee that I never gave proper time to heal because I wanted to return to the ring and… use wrestling to exercise some personal demons of mine. I ended up doing some more damage to it the more I put off the healing process, and that damage finally came to a head during my match in that tournament to crown a new number one contender for the World Title that David Helms held at the time against Masquerade. And considering that… I’ll admit, I was on quite a losing streak at that point… it all started getting to me. Not that I haven’t been on a losing streak that eventually broke before… hell, that was the story of the early part of my career. But coupled with the constant problems I had with my knee, I finally realized that there was no way in hell I was going to get myself anywhere while I was listening to my heart instead of my head. I surrendered myself to the doctors so they could help my knee recover, but during that time my wife had ended up giving birth to twin children, who are the pride and joy of my life now. Ultimately, I made the difficult decision to retire from professional wrestling despite my young age. Given that I have a family now and my knee’s never going to fully be one-hundred percent ever again, I doubted my capabilities to fully focus on what I can do inside that ring like I used to.”

Aaron slowly shakes his head, trying to clear his mind and refocus on the task at hand. Though, given the difficulties he faced in his final days of active competition, especially with his knee injury, it’s a bit difficult for him to do. With another deep breath, he begins to speak again.

“All that said… I bet you’re wondering what brings me back here now, despite the fact that the End of the Year Open Invitational Battle Royal is just what it says: an open invitational. Hate to disappoint you all, but this isn’t a sign that I’ve reconsidered my retirement and plan on making a full-fledged return. Honestly… another promotion I worked for that got shut down not too long before I was put out of commission again is reopening its doors for one final show, wanting to give both the fans and their wrestlers an ending that the company deserved to have instead of the financial problems it faced in the end despite all the success it had over the years, and being that I was with that promotion practically from its earliest shows until the very end, I was more than eager to accept the invitation I got from the owner to compete on said final show, considering how much that company meant not only to me, but my wife since she was a part of it for quite a while as well and it’s through that company where we first met. But considering that I haven’t set foot in a wrestling ring at all ever since I reinjured my knee all the way back in February, I needed a way to shake off some of that ring rust so I can put on the best performance possible on that show. And it just so happened that this time of the year means the previously mentioned Open Invitational Battle Royal for SCW, and I jumped at the chance to not only take care of any rust I have from being away for months, but also try to earn myself a new car and a quarter of a million dollars, both of which would be a nice way to help out my family as we move forward.

To the SCW fans, don’t take this as me saying that this company or you guys were never important to me. Believe me, I’m never going to forget the fond memories of Supreme Championship Wrestling and what they meant to my career. Matter of fact, it was a pleasant surprise to see clips of me being used in promoting the Fatal Fortunes events that just happened in SCW over the course of the recent Breakdown and Ammo that led up to the End of the Year Special. Considering that during my time with SCW I won the Adrenaline Title from the talented, albeit slightly out of his mind, Masquerade, the United States Title from a man who was considered to be almost unstoppable in Nathan Kaye, and the Tag Team Titles twice alongside my friend Brayden Walker where we took them from Asher Hayes and the current U.S. Champion Rachel Foxx as well as the now-dissolved duo of Mask and the reigning World Champion Shilo Valiant… SCW has given me a lot to look back on throughout my career, and it always puts a smile on face when I look at the replicas I keep for memories’ sake of those SCW belts and look back at the odds I overcame to get to those points. But I wasn’t with SCW from the day its doors first opened up to the present like I was with this other company, and that’s the reason why this promotion is so important to me that an open opportunity in SCW is my chance to get myself back into the game for a brief amount of time and prepare myself for that show.

But to whoever I’ll have to meet in that ring when the times comes for this battle royal to begin… don’t think for one second that I’m not going to come into this match and not give a damn. If this is going to be the one and only chance I have to walk away from SCW for good without that months-long losing streak always looming over my head, then you had better believe that I’m going to stop at nothing to walk out of this match as the winner. Besides, those SCW fans have missed me and what I brought to the table. I’m not just talking about what I can do in the ring, either. I’m also talking about the fact that they were always behind me one hundred percent because I stood for something that, now more than ever, is missing from not only SCW but wrestling as a whole: honor, respect, and competition for the sake of competition. For at least one night, I get to bring that back to SCW and show everyone, one more time, just what it means to actually care about this business and not just the glory or accolades that are associated with being successful here.”


Aaron pauses and lets out a sigh, his breath again visible amidst the cold air. Something seems to be on his mind as his attention leaves the camera for a moment and instead focuses on the snow that covers the ground around his front porch. After a minute, his gaze returns to the camera while he bites his bottom lip.

“Truth be told, I’m actually saddened to see what’s happened to SCW over the past few months. Shilo’s gone off the deep end because he thinks the fans have turned against him despite still wanting to do things for them, Sasha has been the victim of a hit-and-run and still nobody has been brought to justice for this incident, the egos of most of the SCW roster are out of control and slowly threatening to tear the company apart, especially with Infamous still acting like they’re the ones who truly run things… even if I did rethink my retirement and come back to SCW full time, I don’t think I’d be able to fix the mess that’s been created even if I stayed with SCW for ten or twenty years trying to clean things up. Guys… take a good look at what SCW has become, and realize that this is what happens when these things go unchecked and the roster members are allowed to basically do whatever they see fit. I seriously doubt that the SCW I remember is ever going to come back, and it’s a damn shame… only a very small handful of people are doing this now purely because they enjoy wrestling, thrive on the competition, and want nothing more than to give you people what you paid to see. I doubt that if I had been able to stick around through all these past months that I alone would have made any difference in whether or not this could’ve been prevented, but my retirement means that you fans will have one less wrestler that you can count on to give you exactly what you deserve to see and not what you’re getting now out of nearly the entire SCW roster.

For that… I am truly sorry.

If I could come back full time with no potential repercussions, you bet I’d be signing my name to a new contract in a heartbeat. But you guys know that I can’t keep counting on my knee to carry me through matches on a regular basis anymore, and two knee surgeries is far more than I ever wanted to deal with in my life. If I need surgery a third time, I can almost guarantee that I’ll need the assistance of crutches just to walk for the rest of my days, and nobody wants that. But still, I’ll do my best to try and find a way to help give you, the SCW fans, what you truly deserve as often as I can, starting with this Open Invitational. It may, for the most part, only be a warm-up match to get myself back into this sport so I can be at my very best for the final show of this other promotion I’ve mentioned already, but it’s the first of what I hope will be many opportunities where I can wrestle for SCW and for you people at least every once in a while to try and give you that hope of a brighter future, both for this company and for wrestling as a whole.”


A small smile comes to Aaron’s face as he slowly rises to a stand, cracking his neck from side to side as he stands up. His arms fold themselves across his chest.

“To the fans of SCW, I promise that I will give you the very best that I can offer for my first match in months as I attempt to not only remind you all of what I brought to the table but also win this match, both for you guys and for my family. To whoever I may face, I wish you nothing but the best of luck and warn you now: if you dare to show me ego, then I won’t think twice about shattering it with one kick to the back of your skull. And to SCW itself… thank you for the open opportunity to fix a few things and give your fans that hope they both need and deserve.”

Satisfied with the message he’s delivered, Aaron turns and heads back inside as the scene slowly fades to black.
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OOC: Not really much. I just honestly wanted to post something to further the possible storyline with Scott Reed(Peach Fuzz).

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It's been a month and a half now since my former best friend, Scott Reed, turned on me. Yes. I've been counting, the days, the seconds, the hours. I just can't get it out of my mind. I can't stop thinking about it. Am I really a bad person? Do I really suck that bad? Can I ever be a winner? Yeah, I may lose every single match I walk into, and I may look like a bad mans Andy Kaufman except I don't wrestle many woman and I don't get slapped by washed up wrestlers. I just can never get the job done. I use every inch of sweat and all the strength I can toss out there and try to win something, or even achieve something, but I just can't.

I'm a failure.

I admit. You win Scott. You freakin' win. I'm a failure. I bet that's what you wanted to hear out of me ever since you laid me out with that steel chair in front of hundred and thousands of people making me look like a total douche bag. You are the better man, Scott. You have always been the better man. I was just the weight that was holding you down for all these months. You wanted to be something more than a genuine fuck up. You wanted to be a true wrestler. You wanted to win gold. You....just wanted to win. I get it. I am sorry. I am sorry for being a total fuck up. I am sorry for being a bad friend. I am sorry you didn't have the perfect sex life you always wanted, because I was around holding you down.

What can I say now? You're welcome, Scott. You are freaking welcome. You can now live the life you want. You can now do what you want. You can actually WIN now. There is no one in your shadow holding you down. Go out there and win, win, and win some more, and actually win some hold. I'll just be sitting in the back waiting for the next person to crush me to a trillion pieces.

Magnum: "What the hell are you doing?"

Tooty: "Huh?"

Magnum: "I heard everything you said."

Tooty: "How so?"

Magnum: "Um, you were talking out loud, pouring out all your feelings over that tape recorder in your hands you dumb ass."

Tooty: "Oh yeah, sorry. I had to let some things out. I just can't handle it anymore. Everything is starting to be a little....too much you know."

It's the truth. I can't handle all this anymore. Every time I walk out through those curtains in front of thousands in attendance and millions watching at home. They may be cheering my name. Why though? Because they feel bad for me. They think a little cheering is going to help me succeed. It doesn't. I just don't have any motivation anymore. I got no one to talk to. Magnum just stares at me like a drill sergeant out of boot camp. I can't really take the guy serious. I can't really call the man a friend. He's just there. A man trying to motivate me, but I just don't listen. I don't know why.

Magnum: "Too much? TOO MUCH?! Give me a break, kid. You need to man the fuck up and start slapping bitches and hoes. This is what Scott wanted you know that right? He wanted you start sobbing and crying and start spiraling down to a hole of failure."

Tooty: "But..."

Magnum: "But nothing. You need to nut up or shut up. Got me?"

Tooty: "OK. Woody Harrelson."

Magnum: "Start taking this shit serious or you're going to be yet another failure that every will forget about in a couple weeks, and I know you don't want that. I know your girlfriend, Cassandra doesn't want that..."

He's actually telling the truth for once. Kind of. I don't know... I do need to take this shit serious or I'm just going to be living on the streets begging for money. I'm just going to be a forgetting soul where I'll be on the SCW main page in a few years. The headline will be "Where are they now?" My face will be on there looking all bent out of shape and looking all drugged up, looking like I just got out of jail. I don't want that. I don't want that at all. It's time for a change.
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~Note~ At noon today I noticed only 3 rps for the End of the Year Open Invitational Battle Royal so I thought… why the hell not. Even though I am Supper rusty and had not given this rping shit (;P ) any thought for a year now and any serious thought since IWC closed down or Save left a year ago last summer, WOW that’s a year & ½ and a life time ago  . So while babysitting 2 kids, and playing monopoly & role playing whernt it wasnt my turn to roll ...this is what you get. Anyways, here you go.

Continued from one or Wes’ rp. While Katie and Steven argued about everything under the sun including what shade of green grass was. I got fed up and walked out on them both, leaving them to sort things out or kill each other whichever came first and if you know me, you know which one I wanted to happen. We start off with me and Paris walking into the bedroom I shared with my Fiancé, Steven H. Parkwood. Anything can happen in a day right??? Right??

Paris and I turned away and leave to go to my room after I pried Steve’s hands off my waist. Katie already wearily climbed the stairs heading towards her bedroom. Steve bolted past us and almost knocked Paris over and ran into our room and slammed the door and it vibrated the walls.

Paris used the wall to steady herself, “What the hell?!” She grumbled as she righted herself.

“No idea,” I shrugged, “You never know with him.” We continued to my room daring not to think about what the hell Steve was up too. I tired the handle and surprisingly it twisted in my hand. “So maybe he isn’t up to anything,” I admitted to my friend.

I wedged the door further and this time it met with a bit of resistance. So of course I did what any respectful girlfriend would, I used my shoulder to violently shove the door open knocking whatever was behind it against the wall. “What the…?”

That’s when the reason for Steve’s actions flooded my view and assaulted my eyes. My breath caught in my throat as my orbs dilated to its full capacity. I went numb from head to toe, and started to wobble a bit. Thankfully Paris took a firm grip on my elbow as she joined me in the entranceway.

“What in the world?” the stunned amazement in her tone was recognized immediately and it made me shiver impulsively. Paris’ hold on me tightened. I didn’t recognize anything in the room, it was completely transformed.

Every inch of the 4 walls was plastered in posters. Not regular posters of any pimpled faced teenage girl or boy who idolized singers, actors, actresses like Katie Steward or super stars that were out of their grasp. No Steven had literally painted every vertical surface with colourful placards and advertisements for his stupid passion and his obsessions with… his Actions figures, his comics and Bea Arthur.

Figures of Star Scream, other Transformers, Star Wars and dead pool characters not only lined the wall but stood on every conceivable surface. He actually had some shelves installed on all 4 walls and they were crammed with tons and tons of coloured plastic. 3inches all the way up to a life sized replica of The Golden Girl graced what once was MY bedroom. Plastic and rubber everywhere…

A recyclers’freaking worse nightmare in a 12 by 12 room.

“He has a Man Cave?” Paris inquired as she stepped into the room. “Or is it a little kids cave?”

I gasped, hardly able to breathe at all. I felt my blood begin to boil as it reached and coloured my face with a very vivid shade of red. I had to physically shake my whole body before I could react any further.

“STEVENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!”

Katie’s voice is heard from directly behind me. “"Oh my Goddess, what is wrong with you?" recognising that I was the one that let out the blood curding scream, "OH, wow Robin that was pretty good. Not as powerful as mine, but just as good as Hurse's"

“Shut up!” was her answer and all she did was laugh which told me that she already knew what Steve was doing over the last 24 hours.

Steven heard Katie and he gently opened the closed door, thinking he would be safe with witnesses present. But he immediately retreated when he spied me take a step towards him. He was damn lucky that both Katie and Paris grabbed a shoulder and held firm. I shrugged but they didn’t let go but managed to turn me around.

“I’m gonna KILL him! What did he do with my new duvet cover and my my… my curtains?”

“Don’t worry; I had T.J. rescue them out of the trash.”

I twisted with the speed of a supreme athletic and tried to re-enter the room but once again slender arms held steady.

“Besides I don’t want blood on my new carpet.”

I rolled my eyes and clenched my teeth, I just wanted to get my hands on his scrawny neck and squeeze it till his eyes popped out of his head. “But I need to hurt someone and he is the best choice.”

“Well… you could always enter into SCW’s year End Battle Royal,” Paris suggested calmly.

I was stunned that she would suggest such a thing, “Why would I do that?” Was my first question and I’d probably have many more.

“You could take your frustrations out on the people that sign up for the match… and”

Subtly she redirected my path towards the Brats’ room, Katie was in tow, followed by T.J. who just arrived, they were also interested in Paris’ scheming.

“You can win the Battle Royal and collect the new car and the $250,000. Just think what we could buy with that!” Paris flashed her heart winning smile at me. I heard Katie scoff.

“Like she can win, especially without me in the ring.” She scoffed again.

“WHAT? If I recalled correctly, I beat you a few times before.” I shot back at her.

Katie walked in front of us into the room and stood by the window. Paris and I stayed near the door and blocked T.J. from entering.

“You just don’t understand do you Robin… You just don’t get it?”

“Get what?”

“How important my title match was. You never took it seriously. You didn’t care how hard I tried to be the first woman to win SCW’s Heavy Weight Belt! ”

“That’s not true!”

“You only thought of yourself, you didn’t even show up and watch my match.”

“WHAT? You fired us and sent us on a vacation. Katie are you taking your Alzheimer’s medication? You seem to be forgetting that we,” points to myself and Paris, “Have been here for you every step of the way.”

“100% actually,” Paris inserted into the argument.

“Right! And what world do you belong too? You let him…” Katie couldn’t bear to relive how Shilo made her tap, I could see it in her eyes just before she turned away and looked out the window, T.J. was trying to get passed us but we still blocked him.

I knew the argument with Katie wasn’t going anywhere and she would never believe that it was her idea to replace us as her Brats. Paris must have known too, and she had a good idea or what she thought was. “Well if you go in the match, you can protect Gigi and Maddy, I heard they entered and get a bit of frustration out on everyone in the ring who even think about hurting the girls.”

“Hmm, a body guard huh?”

“Could work, and maybe it will show her,” she used her head to point at Katie, “that we are loyal to her.”

"Pfft, body guard, we all saw how that worked out before," Katie tossed out loud enough for us to hear.

T.J. tried harder to get past us seeing his Katie was so upset. “I’m Coming my Queen!”

Totally ignoring Katie’s slave boy’s struggles. “Hmm,” I thought about it for a minute, “Ok, I think it could work. But first to throw out all that trashed he has in MY room.”

“What are you going to do with it?” Paris didn’t want to touch any of that crap, I could tell by her tone.

“I don’t know. It’s probably not worth anything to anyone but him.”

“I’ll buy it, I’ll buy it all! PLEASE!” T.J. stopped struggling and was listening to us scheming to get rid of all that junk that now occupied my room.

“But it will piss him off,” Paris warned.

I looked Paris and then at him for a second then smiled devilishly, “SOLD for double the price!”

“DEAL! Yay!” he shouted with glee.

“TTTTTT. JJJJJJ!”

Opps time for our exit plan.

Paris and I made our retreat and T.J. quickly followed us back to my room.
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Thomas Watson
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OOC: Somehow got the day of deadline mixed up so had to improvise on the content of my development. as an FYI it all takes place on the same day as my last one, albeit later on of course. Enjoy and I have thoroughly enjoyed writing as this character for SCW. Good luck y'all

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