Post by verylost34 on Apr 18, 2017 20:21:11 GMT -5
For Steve Wolf vs El Masko. El Masko in the gym recovering from his match last week. The trainer tells him to take a break from running. During this break he looks at the advertisement for the hardcore triple threat match at ExtraVaganza. He can't help but feel disappointed when he is barely given a chance to win, but he can't nessicarily blame them. A winless man is hard to back especially one who doesn't exactly love the idea of hardcore wrestling in the first place. He gets an alert that he's facing another new talent who goes by the name of Steve Wolf. Before he gets much more time to let it sink in a whistle is blown alerting him to begin training again.
A few days later El Masko is standing in front of his banner that states 'For Honor. For Lucha. Yes.' "Allo Senor wolf I am El Masko your opponent for the evening. I know of your escapades be it from Little Red Riding Hood to Clifford the Big Red Dog." he says holding up both books before slamming them down on a table "You are a formidable foe, but El Masko is a clever boy not unlike a fox, un gato, or some other third animal. El Masko may be fighting a wolf, but I am the bane of wolves." El masko flips the table and storms off leaving the camera to focus on the banner.
Post by TheConspiracy on Apr 19, 2017 9:15:49 GMT -5
"Fenix, Fairchild. I'm so sorry. Honestly and truly, I didn't want your return to be like this."
Darius takes a sip from his mug, and shakes his head. His hair is tied up and he's sitting in his living room, the fire crackling beside him. He grabs the 8x10 off the table beside him.
"This is you, isn't it? Damn. You looked like you might have been a credible contender!"
Darius chuckles, and then his smile slowly fades to a scowl.
"That was the old GCW though. This is a new era. This is my GCW. The rougher, better GCW, where people with masks are jokes, and smiles get you nowhere. Unfortunately, that means this place isn't for you. Not anymore."
Darius balls up the picture and chucks it in the fire.
"Hopefully through the flames you can be reborn!"
Darius sets down his mug, and begins to walk towards the open doorway behind him.
"However, you're not a phoenix, you're just a man. Which means you'll be burnt alive, and you'll die. Screaming, and begging for mercy. Just like everyone else."
Darius stands with his arms crossed, in front of the GCW headquarters. The sun shining, casting faint coloured glows through the various national flags that adorn the building. The tours pass and as they all ask for autographs, their guides rush them past. They should know better than to ask for an autograph, Darius rarely signs them. As he looks up towards the sun, a cloud covers it, and he's able to make out the GCW sign at the top of the building. He looks down to the business card he holds in his hand. Clint's name and number adorn the front, and the GCW logo spans the back. Darius can't help but chuckle slightly at the sight of the business card. He holds it up towards the building, sort of pointing at it with the card.
"One day. One day, the ivory tower will fall."
Darius chucks the business card at the front steps, and turns away. He hesitates as another tour comes by. However one child in particular isn't moving with the tour. He's simply standing there staring at Darius. Darius squats down, and looks towards the child. The child, no older that 7, steps back in fear. Darius holds an open palm out to the child, similar to how one would to a dog it'd just met. The child reaches out to Darius' hand, but Darius recoils. Darius nods, and stands, now towering over the child. He shakes his head, and continues for his car. He hesitates once more, as he hears the child call out from behind him.
"I'm Thomas! What's your name?"
Darius turns to face the child, to see him sitting down on the curb, eagerly awaiting Darius' response. Darius sighs and shrugs.
"I like that name."
Without a second thought, the kid hurries inside, off to his tour group. Darius rolls his eyes and continues to his car. As he sits inside, Maricia looks to him with a judging expression.
OWEN HAWES AND RED DRAGON VS JOHN STYLES AND MASON CHILDERS
It is 11:00 PM, April 7, 2017, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Mason Childers is in a hallway at the Wells Fargo Center. He is walking toward the locker room after having an ice pack taped to his shoulder. Mason talks to himself.
Well that could've went better, but I guess it could've went worse too.
Mason opens the door to the locker room. There is no one in there, but he sees a VHS tape with no label sitting where he normally sits.
What the hell is this?
He picks the tape up and walks out of the locker room. He asks around in the hall before he finds a VCR in the production area to watch the tape on.
Let's see what we got here.
Mason watches a tape of Red Dragon violently beating some wrestlers as someone named "Great Dragon" looks on.
Dang it. What is with these guys?
Red Dragon is finishing up a speech when suddenly...
...By the way Mason you better keep a close eye on your daughter. I would hate for something to happen to her.
A look of shock comes over Mason's face. He runs the tape back to confirm what he heard.
...you better keep a close eye on your daughter. I would hate for something to happen to her.
Mason doesn't wait for the tape to finish before storming out of the room and walking the entire arena asking everyone if they've seen Red Dragon. After discovering that he hasn't been seen since the triple threat match, Mason runs back to the locker room and fishes his cell phone out of his bag. He dials the number for his mother's house.
Mom is Cindy home?!
No. She went out with some friends tonight.
Mom! Go get her and bring her home right now!
Son what is this?
JUST DO IT!
Okay, Mason. Calm down I'm going to pick her up right now.
The two hang up and Mason dials Cindy's cell phone number. It rings for a moment as Mason paces anxiously.
Please pick up. Please pick up.
... ... ... The phone stops ringing.
Dad? Why are you call-
Thank God! Listen, honey. Are you around some friends?
Ummm... yes I'm at a friend's house. Don't be mad, but there's this boy here and-
I don't care about that. Listen to me Cindy you stay inside and don't move. Your grandmother is coming to get you.
I can't explain that right now. I love you, Cindy. I'm heading home right now.
Dad. You're scaring me!
Light sobs can be heard over the phone.
I know. I'm sorry, sweetie, but your grandma will be right there and I'll be there as soon as I can.
Mason hangs up the phone, snatches up his bag, and runs out of the arena.
It is 9:00 AM, April 16th, 2017. Mason Childers storms into Nigel Alexander's office holding his MITB briefcase. He has a blank look on his face. Nigel is sitting behind the desk looking up at Mason with a look of surprise
Nigel... Here is my briefcase. Give me a match with Red Dragon for the Hardcore Championship
Nigel looks at Mason with a confused expression.
Now wait a minute. You really want to use your briefcase for that?
What I want doesn't matter anymore. I need this match.
Very well... those are the rules of the briefcase after all...
Nigel appears to be working this request out in his head.
Of course you came in here a bit late so the soonest I can squeeze this match in is oh I don't know...
Nigel exaggeratedly thumbs through the calendar.
I guess... Extravaganza?!
Fine, but if I have to wait that long then I have one condition.
I want to beat Red Dragon to a bloody pulp. I want to put him in a situation that he can't escape from. I want to bury him into the ground.
Nigel gives Mason a quizzical look.
I want him in three stages of hell.
Mason holds his right hand in front of him and lifts his index finger up.
Post by Edgar_Whateley on Apr 19, 2017 18:35:15 GMT -5
EDGAR WHATELEYvs TESTAMENT Edgar Whately is hunched over a laptop on his desk, in front of the huge windows of his study. It is night, and a savage storm rages outside. The roar of thunder distorts in the microphone, sounding like a bass heavy tear through some monstrous book. The lightning is so bright that when it flashes, the screen is pure white for that millisecond.
The camera sweeps around behind Edgar’s shoulder, showing the screen of the laptop, and his precious Book beside it, open on a blank page with a black feathered quill resting on top. Edgar appears to be scrolling through the Roster page of the official GCW website. Past the current champions and challengers, through to the newer members… but evidently not finding what he’s looking for. He doesn’t comment, but makes some grunt of annoyance.
Frustrated and not being able to find whatever he’s looking for, he leans back in his chair and stretches, breathing out slowly but forcefully. Then, as if given some other idea, he hunches forward to the computer again, and clicks the Alumni section of the site.
He scrolls down, until he sees the name he’s looking for. Testament. He clicks on the name, reads for a second, seeming calm now… but no…
Edgar stands up, slamming his hands down on the desk. He mutters something unintelligible, steps back and swipes the laptop off the desk with a crash.
He yells a string of words in some bizarre unearthly language, and plants his foot through the laptop screen with a crunch, then turns and with the same foot, flips his desk over, sending all the (expensive looking) stuff on top to the floor. Screaming now in this eery dialect, he clenches his fists and directs his voice to the ceiling, the words (if that’s what they in fact are) devolving into a bestial roar. Thunder crashes as if to echo the sentiment.
The roar dies down. Breathing heavily, sweating, Edgar calms himself. He heads around to the other side of the desk and drops to his knees, gently picking up his Book from the ground. A quick inspection reveals that it doesn’t appear to have been damaged.
He wraps the Book in it’s black felt covering, and stands up, cradling it carefully.
“So that’s… what they think of me now? TESTAMENT? I’ll show them not to… fucking… underestimate… Edgar… Whateley….”
He turns to the camera and grins, baring his teeth. In the dim light they appear like fangs. A burst of lightning fills the screen with white, and when the scene comes back, it seems to have some effect on the camera because Edgar’s eyes appear to have a yellowish glow. Staring down the lens now…
“I. Promise. You. That.”
His free arm suddenly lurches towards the camera and seems to slam it to the floor, the last image being a low angle shot of Edgar’s boot coming down, before the screen is filled with static.
Post by Mason James on Apr 19, 2017 20:24:43 GMT -5
(Note: This is one big RP for Mason AND Dan Henderson)
*The room is once again dark as Ian sits in the single chair in the spotlight. Ian seems to be in a much happier mood after the events of last week as he begins with a smirk on his face*
Ian: I hope that Dan, along with everyone else, realised last week that me and Mason do not intend to play around with teamwork or team spirit. Our sole purpose in GCW is to achieve the goals that we were unsuccessful in doing last time…And that is to crush ANYONE who stands in the way of us. Dan likes to talk about “having fun” and “putting on a show” like that is what wins’ matches. Would you like to know what me and Mason do for “fun?” We like to DESTROY an insignificant mortal who underestimates our power just like Chris and Dan Hender-
*Suddenly another bright light shines into the room, shining into the eyes of Ian! Ian shields his eyes as Mason James abruptly walks out from the shadows with a pissed off look on his face. The camera then turns to see the cause of all the commotion, Dan Henderson holding a flashlight! *
Dan Henderson: Oh hey guys! Good to see... oh... I didn't know I was interrupting something here. By the way, have you guys been paying the electric bills to this place? I made my way to the lightswitch and nothing happened.
Ian: DAN? WHAT IN GOD'S NAME ARE YOU DOING HERE?!
Dan: Well, I was just stopping by to see if I could talk to Mason for a bit. I mean, if you guys are really in the middle of something I can wait, but after next week I'd really just like to get on the same page and start anew with you guys
Ian: I thought we made ourselves perfectly clear that we DO NOT want to be a part of this "team" of your's. Now show yourself to the door or I will get Mason to do it for you!
Dan: Woah woah woah let's not get all worked up here. I understand why you guys may not want to team with me as I don't fit with the whole "scary guy with a beard" aesthetic, but Nigel has us booked for tomorrow against Sway Archer and Kidd West. Now I know what Mason can do in that ring, I've felt it first hand, but you and I both know that even a big guy like him will have trouble taking on Archer and West at once, especially if West's partner Darius Seeiso gets involved. If you really feel like Mason can take on two champions by himself, that's fine, I believe you, but you have to admit you need someone out there to at least make sure Darius doesn't get involved, and I'm that someone. We don't have to be a team with matching attires and all that, even though I've already placed the order for matching singlets, but we have to be able to coexist unless you guys want to end up crawling back to this place with your tails between your legs.
Ian: are you implying that Mason is not strong enough to fight on his own?
Dan: N... no! Not at all! Jeez, no need to jump to conclusions like that. All I'm saying is that wouldn't it be nice to have a guaranteed victory? 3:1 odds is pretty daunting even for a man like Mason, but I can make the odds 2:1 considering you and him really don't want to intact with me that much.
Dan then pauses and pulls out his phone... from out of his singlet
Dan: Oh crap, my flight to New York is ready to take off in almost an hour and a half! I remember the last time I missed my flight at an airport. They kept making comments about my ring gear....
Dan then looks back at Ian and Mason
Dan: Well, I better get going. I'm assuming you guys have a way to New York planned like last time. Just keep what I said in mind and maybe we can talk more at the Barclay's center.
*Dan steps forward, thinking of giving a handshake, but thinks better of it and steps back to the open door that leads outside of the gym*
Dan: See you guys at Vindication then.
*With that, Dan makes his way out the door. There's a moment of silence that's broken when Dan suddenly peers his head through the door frame for one last word of advice *
Dan: Oh, and be sure to close the door before you guys do a promo. It keeps unwanted guests out and saves a fortune on heating bills.
*And with that, Dan quickly runs off into the streets of Derby, leaving Ian and Mason alone *
*Ian doesn't react initially. At first, he stares at the door where Dan had come in. Then he begins to smile very slightly *
Ian: Mason, you realise you used to be like that? You used to always make things nice and happy for everyone. But what happened to you?
*Mason doesn't show any emotion and keeps staring at the door *
Ian: You were stabbed in the back when the time was right. Remember that Mason, for it might just come in handy.
*With that Ian walks towards the door and leaves, leaving Mason alone in the dark surrounded by the spotlight. His face now shows a sense of thoughts going through his head after Ian's comments. He also attempts a smile before ushering his very first words *
Mason: Nice guys...always finish last.
*With that, the spotlight goes off, leaving the room pitch black with Mason lurking in the shadows *
Post by Kenji Yamada on Apr 20, 2017 5:40:12 GMT -5
*Arriving back home after a long gym session, Kenji Yamada unlocks the door and makes his way inside*
Kenji: Toshiya I’m ho- *Kenji Pauses before looking down to the floor*
Kenji: Oh yeah, I forgot he’s not here anymore. I guess I’m on my own tonight seeing as Jessica is out of town. I might as well see who my next opponent is this week.
*As kenji turns around after locking the door, his foot catches something, causing him to fall to the floor. Initially frustrated with himself, he checks to see what the culprit was…which was a large package*
Kenji: Strange, I don’t recall ordering anything lately since that new pop vinyl. I wonder what’s inside.
*so, Kenji picks up the package and takes it into the living room where he sits on the couch. He opens the box to find a small CD with the phrase, “For the viewing of Kenji Yamada” written on it*
Kenji: Why does this seem familiar? Guess I’ll have to play it. What do you want now Clint?
*Kenji leans forward and inserts the disc into the player. Initially, nothing happens before the screen flickers with static and the film begins*
*With that, the camera cuts off and Kenji continues to stare at the blank screen for a couple more seconds*
Kenji: so many questions I want to ask him, but I can’t. Now where’s that note?
*After a quick search through the box, Kenji finds the note and begins to read it*
Here are the potential matches that you could be included in next week along with a strength of each competitor in the match.
Steve Wolf (new so N/A) Vs El Masko (mind games)
Captain Rump (size advantage) vs Thorn (brutal mindset) vs Ken Rodman (technician) vs Jesse James
Edgar Whateley (smart fighter) vs Testament (height advantage)
Travis Gray (brutal mindset) vs Simon Cade (confident in abilities)
Darius Seeiso (Diverse competitor) vs Fenix Fairchild (N/A)
Kenji: I can’t believe I am taking tips from a guy on a video who I know absolutely nothing about. But, the information he’s got is just as good as Toshiya’s would be. Oh God Toshiya please hurry back.
*With that, Kenji folds up the note and tucks it away in his pocket before walking off to the Batsudan to perform his weekly pray.
The scene begins with Simon Cade at a meet and greet event, taking place at some local place in NYC. He is sitting at a table with promotional pictures GCW took of him on the table, and some various sizes of his official GCW shirt hanging up behind him. He looks at the medium-sized crowd of people that are at the location.
“Um, Mr. Cade, you got 5 minutes before the meet and greet begins, shouldn’t you set up more merchandise?”
Cade turns to look, and sees an older man, about 5’11”, standing at a register. Cade turns back around and shakes his head. Five minutes later, the doors open, and a rush of people barge into the store trying to be first in line to getting an autograph.
“I got here first!” “No, I was here before you were!” “Fuck off, I was here before both of you guys!”
“ENOUGH!” The store owner yells out, quieting the crowd down. The store owner adjusts his collar, and continues on “Now then, unless you’re fine with being kicked out of the store, then get into an orderly line for the meet and greet.”
The fans get into a line, and the meet and greet goes on normally for a while, until one specific fan comes in…
“Hey, Simon, “Mr. Can’t Beat Sway”, how’re you planning on losing again this week? Gonna choke at the end of the match just like the Celtics against the Bulls? Or maybe you’ll just continue losing momentum until you wind up less relevant than Connecticut?”
Cade continues to sit there, stone-faced quiet as the fan continues to berate him.
“How do you even still have the US title? How do you stay as a champion if all you do is lose, lose, and lose? How can you even expect to beat Travis Gray if you never win? Hell, how do you even go back to your family in Farmington as a loser each and every week?”
Cade surprisingly stays stone-faced, and the store worker walks over to the "fan"
“Sir, if you don’t stop I’m going to have to kick you out of the store.” “What the hell are you going to do to me? Grab your broom and shoo me away?” “No, but I have a phone and 3 digits to dial to get you off the premises.” “Ooh, I’m soooo scared of the New York Police, oh wait, I don’t care about them!” “Ok, have it your way then…” The man reaches for his phone, but the fan quickly shoves him down and grabs the phone out of his hand.
“And now what do you do?” The store worker just sits there, saying nothing “Just like I thought… Now then, how about I continue with you, Cade?” The man turns to look at Cade, but he’s gone. All the merchandise is still there, as well as the table. He turns back around and Cade is right in front of him. Cade shakes his head, and takes a swing at the fan. It connects, and the fan falls, having been knocked out with the punch. Cade gives the old man the phone back, and sits back down at the table for the meet and greet, still remaining stone-faced, not saying a word.
The Ace That Runs the Place, the most must-see superstar in GCW, "The Ace" Simon Cade
1x GCW Hardcore Champ (longest reigning) 1x GCW United States Champ (current)
"Ass Man" fills the arena as Captain Rump's titantron appears on the stage. Various clips appear across the stage showing some of Rump's previous matches. The crowd boos as he makes his way out from backstage and into the arena. Captain Rump stands proudly at the entrance wearing his normal attire, which consists of a red and black mask, skin tight full body red spandex, masked by a pair of black briefs, black boots, and black gloves. A black cape wraps around and hangs down a few inches away from the floor. He turns himself around and shakes his massive rump for a few seconds which causes the crowd to boo once more. He smiles at his own action and soaks in the crowd's hateful energy. Captain Rump makes his way toward the ring with a microphone in hand.
Rump: "Finally! You all bore witness to my first victory here, and can I just say my momentum doesn't stop there either."
Captain Rump takes a moment to look around the crowd.
Rump: "In fact that's far from the idea. I've only just begun to show what i'm capable off. And tonight i'll prove just that."
Some of the crowd begin to cheer on Rump.
Rump: " Unlike my week last week where I only have one opponent, tonight i'll be stepping into the ring with three other brutes. I've seen what they can do in the ring and I know for a fact this will not be an easy task."
Rump pauses for a moment to gather his thoughts.
Rump: "Thorn. Ken Rodman. And Jesse James. These are the three men who stand in my way tonight. Though....."
Captain Rump begins to smirk. Before giving his ass a light slap.
Rump: "It's actually only two men who stand in my way tonight. To be honest I don't expect much coming from Jesse James tonight. From what i've seen here it seems like he's just some washed up loser who was lucky enough to get a contract here, probably only paid to be kept around as a jobber. Which I certainly don't mind. I could always use more victims to be on the receiving end of a Dreaded Stinkface & an ASSault!"
The crowd begins to cheer more.
Rump: "Thorn could pose a problem since he does appear to just be a madman in the ring. Although he doesn't seem to have the mindset to stay focused. Just some ape who's mindlessly thrashing through the ring. Though I must admit Ken Rodman will be a challenge. After all I have to give credit when it's due. You have the strength and you're certainly not a mindless ape. But I do have one thing you don't have."
Captain Rump drops the microphone to the ground and places both hands on his stomach. He grabs hold of his gut and begins shaking it around for the audience to see. After a few moments he turns his massive rump in the direction of the entrance ramp and begins to slap his cheeks. The spectacle only lasts a few moments before he slides out of the ring and heads backstage.
Post by Kenneth Rodman on Apr 20, 2017 12:11:15 GMT -5
Rodman sits alone in a room, thinking. He frowns, clearly unhappy. He looks at the camera. "The end is near. The end of an era." he says. "An era many have loved, an era many have hated. An era that has brought me as much pain as it has joy."
"An era that will soon be missed by some. Partly missed by me." He covers his face with his hand. "Mistakes were made, but it was good." He takes his hand off his face. "If I don't win the damn number one contendership, then I fucking quit."
bedlam316: Hey. Just wondering am I supposed to start RPing if my profile was moved to the profiles section or do I need to wait to be "debuted" before that?
Feb 18, 2017 11:29:43 GMT -5
Kidd West: I will post up the rp threads tonigh. You can post your rp there whenever you are ready. Can I please bother you to join our Discord? XD discord.gg/Ee8Rbv6 It provides quicker contact with all members of the community
Feb 18, 2017 13:15:05 GMT -5
Kidd West: IF ANYONE CAN SEE THIS, I AM BACK FROM HOLIDAY
Apr 12, 2017 12:32:42 GMT -5
Kidd West: AND THE DEADLINE IS THURSDAY THE 12TH
Apr 12, 2017 12:32:57 GMT -5
stevewolf: Hey guys just wanted to introduce myself and thanks for the chance. I can't wait to get started and have some some fun with y'all.
Apr 16, 2017 18:31:24 GMT -5
Kidd West: Sweet! Will get match threads up tonight Steve. In the mean time come and join our Discord Community if you'd like easy access to the mods and to discuss wrestling content
Apr 17, 2017 10:43:03 GMT -5