We open to a room immersed in darkness, a shadowy figure sits in a chair taping up his knuckles. Winding the tape several times before leaning forward and tearing the tape off the roll with his teeth.
“ExtraVaganZa has come my friends, and I wish to assure you all I will be at 100% come then” the voice utters, sounding pained in a way.
“For the past couple weeks I was… preoccupied dealing with a situation I felt necessitated my full attention, if you will remember. I gave up my GCW Heavyweight Championship at the start of the month in what could be considered a ceremony of great importance” The voice groans out.
“I gained the trust of an individual who was of great danger to this company, that individual’s name was Owen Hawes. By gaining his trust and feigning obedience, I was introduced into his cult and quickly became a member of his inner sanctum. The circle of which he places all his trust and power in” The voice becomes clearer, leaning forward to reveal bruises across the chest whilst keeping his face in the dark.
“And when I was in that position, I used it to learn up on all of Owen Hawes’s loyal members, his followers who had immersed themselves in the backstage and in the company. Using this information I set out to weaken all of Hawes’s influence. Call it… spring cleaning if you will. I eliminated his men who were in charge of the pyrotechnics, that ensured the safety of all of us if we came to face him. I eliminated his men who were in charge of lighting, to ensure Hawes could not cheat his way out of a defeat, to ensure the natural balance was restored.” The voice begins to sound like it is hiding laughter.
“Hawes was too blinded by the light that he ended up banishing his most loyal servant Pest from his service, that truly weakened the position of Owen Hawes. Hawes has lost it all, his allies, his servants, his followers. And soon my friends he will lose that title too. Hawes, like dear Icarus, flew too close to the sun and now its all come crashing down for him. There is nothing left for him to fall back on except the eternal deep that is the sea” The voice cackles.
“Now, my old nemesis John Styles has the opportunity to claim the GCW Heavyweight Championship. An unintended consequence I am sure, but… one which I have prepared for thoroughly with a plan of action, one which will be revealed in due time my friends, in due time”
The voice leans forward into the little light to reveal himself as Kidd West.
“But that is unimportant, what I look forward to in ExtraVaganZa is to have the opportunity to regain my GCW International Championship. To re-establish the dominance of The Conspiracy, the premier tag team of GCW. Even if I fail, the ally of mine in Sway Archer gives the conspiracy a 50% chance of victory.” West laughs
“Kenji Yamada, the wannabe rockstar, I say this loud and I say it clearly. You think you’ll be the headlining act of GCW with your musical achievements being countless, however this ain’t one of your festivals, the crowd won’t be cheering for you to do well, they will not be here to see you. For you see, you are just the opening act, you are what they send out to try and prepare the crowd for what is to come, you’re only here because Clint needs someone to fill a spot, that’s what he booked you here for, because of you lucky break last week” West rubs his hands together.
“and now… Mason James, the big man, the one who has the greatest advantage. You believe you can throw your weight around and easily clinch victory at ExtraVaganZa. But you need to know that it will not be that easy. A monster like you is limiting himself by hanging around inferior teammates like Dan Henderson. He is but a weight around your neck, he will pull you down with him until you both hit rock bottom. As long as he is with you, no one will take you seriously. You believe you can try take these tag belts from me eventually then go ahead, prove that you can go at ExtraVaganZa and I will see what I can do for you. But know this, you’ll have to take them from my cold. Dead. Hands.”
Camber is seen sitting standing outside of the Arena. "The time seems just about right for the coronation of Camber. The biggest stage, the first champion, it's dare I say it perfection." A twisted grin spreads across her face illuminated by the flame from the lighter. "The three women that I face tonight are nothing more than stepping stones for this conclusion to happen." she muses to herself waving the fire around her hand. "Though this poses a conundrum for me, do I end it? Do I knock the loud one's teeth out? Break the small one with a chokeslam? or Drop the annoying one on her head? They all are so tempting." She smiled flicking off the lighter. "One will be fed to the flames of Camber tonight. I am looking forward to it."
Last Edit: Apr 28, 2017 13:21:01 GMT -5 by verylost34
Post by Kenji Yamada on Apr 26, 2017 12:02:52 GMT -5
Jessica Allan RP *Making her way to her parent’s home, Jessica pulls up outside the house and makes her way to the door. She knocks on the door and is greeted by her mother, Caroline*
Caroline: Jessica! How lovely to see you!
Jessica: Hi mum, how’s everything been?
Caroline: Oh we are doing wonderfully! Come on in, we don’t want you getting cold.
*Caroline ushers Jessica into the house and the two embrace in a hug before they both enter the living room where Jessica’s dad, David, is sitting watching old GCW matches. Once he sees Jessica, he gets up from his seat and also embraces Jessica*
David: Hello darling, how are you?
Jessica: Hi dad. I’m fine.
David: Please take a seat, make yourself comfortable.
*Jessica sits on the couch opposite David as Caroline sits next to him*
Caroline: Soooo? Tell us about how GCW is? Are you enjoying yourself?
Jessica: Oh hell yeah! GCW is just as awesome as I expected when we watched it together. The atmosphere is always electric and the people who work there are fantastic.
David: Like that Kenji fellow? *he smiles*
Jessica: *slightly blushing* y-yeah. Kenji and his brother Toshiya are lovely. We just seemed to click when we first met, especially me and Kenji.
Caroline: Yeah, he does seemed like an absolute gentleman.
David: Well, we’ll just have to see about that when you bring him over!
*Jessica and Caroline laugh but David looks at Jessica with a raised eyebrow, as if he was implying something*
Jessica: a-anyway, why did you want me to come home? You said you had something to tell me?
*David and Caroline look at each other and then look at Jessica*
David: Well, you know how you have been a wrestling fan since you were 8?
Caroline: And you’ve been training since you were 16 just so you could be ready for that one opportunity?
*David and Caroline both smile as David lifts up a paper from behind his back*
David: Well, that opportunity has arrived.
*Jessica looks at the pair of them with her mouth wide open*
Jessica: Is that what I think it is?
David: It sure is, this is your official GCW Pro wrestling application!
Jessica: Oh My God!
*Jessica jumps off her couch and leaps at her parents as they begin to hug once again*
Jessica: This is so awesome! Thank you guys. Thank you thank you thank you!
David: You’re welcome darling…but do you mind getting off? You’re crushing my back!
*Jessica stops the hug and gets off her dad as they all laugh off the situation*
Jessica: So, how did you get that?
Caroline: What did we do? You should be asking what you did. Apparently GCW are looking to start a women’s division and since you have been there for a considerable amount of time, they’ve handed us this contract to see if you are interested in being one of the first official women.
Jessica: Wow! I can’t believe they actually want me to be a wrestler. This is just…Oh my God! I don’t know what to say!
David: *holding a pen* Don’t say anything, just start writing!
*Jessica smiles and takes the pen and application from her dad before taking several minutes to fill out the information. Once she is done, Jessica slips it in an envelope to be mailed to GCW later. Just as she had finished putting on the stamp, Caroline can be heard from the living room*
Caroline: Jessica dear, you might want to see this.
*Jessica enters the living room to see her parents looking at something on the computer*
David: Take a look at the card for extravaganza. I think you might like one of the matches.
*Jessica takes a closer look at the computer and reads the card from top to bottom*
Jessica: United States battle royal, International battle royal, oh look Kenji’s in that one!
David: Keep going…
*Jessica scrolls down to the next match and immediately her eyes widen*
Jessica: The inaugural Women’s championship match: Ayumi vs Camber vs Lynne Samuels…vs Jessica Allan!
*Jessica screams with excitement before for a third time hugging her parents*
Jessica: My debut match is at extravaganza! I can’t believe it. This must be a dream. Someone please pinch me.
David: Gladly *he pinches her arm*
Jessica: Ow, that was a figure of speech dad!
Caroline: We are so proud of you Jessica. You should take full credit for this. It was you who drove yourself to keep training and now that training has payed off. Congratulations.
David: Yes, but now you need to focus. You need to think of a game plan.
Jessica: Game plan? I don’t need a game plan. That’s my style of fighting, I go with the flow of the match. It keeps me on my toes and it keeps my opponents on their toes. I may not know anything about the other women but that’s fine with me because they don’t know what I’m going to do.
David: Let me guess, you learnt that from kenji?
Jessica: No, I learnt it from you silly. You live your life as it comes. You are the worst planner I know so you just adapt to the situation and it works.
David: Aw, that is so sweet that I inspired you. Come here before I start crying.
*For a fourth time tonight, The Allan family embrace is a more tearful hug before they all enter the kitchen for a celebratory meal. After the meal, it is time for Jessica to leave. As she leaves the door to her car she turns around to her parents*
Jessica: So, you will definitely be at Extravaganza?
Caroline: Of course we will. You just focus getting ready for the match, OK sweetheart?
Jessica: Alright, I’ll promise to make you guys proud.
David: You already have.
*Jessica holds back tears as she waves goodbye to her parents and begins driving off to return home*
Post by TheConspiracy on Apr 27, 2017 9:00:57 GMT -5
Sway stands atop the Conspiracy's tower, his hands in his pockets, overlooking Tampa. The sun is setting in front of him, he's dressed in a light grey suit, his black sunglasses reflecting the orange horizon. He raises his hand, points to the horizon, and begins to speak. SA: This building, which Darius has aptly named the Nelson Mandela centre, is the tallest building in Tampa. The view is unparalleled. A full 360 view of the city, with nothing in my way. This, is why I love rooftops, the uninhibited view of the horizon. That, and they symbolize success. Not only the climb required to make it to the top, but also, the top itself. You see, standing in the middle of the rooftop, it's secure, you can't fall off. Sway nods and takes a step closer to the edge. SA: Here though, on the edge, you can see everything. But here, it's dangerous. You can fall off at any misstep. The same goes for being at the top of this business. You can fall off at any time, and it is a long, long fall down. Sway takes off his sunglasses, and turns to face the camera. SA: To the competitors in the International Championship #1 contenders match, know this. Kidd and I, along with Darius, we are at the top. There's no question, that we are going to be running things around here, for a long, long time. But wait, only one of us holds a title, I hear you say! To that, I must remind you that being at the top, doesn't always involve titles. Stay tuned. This is the Sway Archer Galaxy Tour. Next stop: Top of the GCW mountain.
Post by Mason James on Apr 27, 2017 10:09:33 GMT -5
Mason James RP *Since Dan’s invasion of Ian’s abandoned gym, Ian has recently relocated for the time being to somewhere much more sinister…A lonely cabin in the woods. Situated beside the cabin is a wrestling ring along with several salvaged equipment from the gym. Ian can be seen inside the ring pacing the perimeter like a snake circling his prey. He finally gets to the middle before giving a small smile*
Ian: At long last, we have been ridden of the annoyance that was Dan Henderson for a week. And what a week it is. Extravaganza: The homecoming, what a fitting title for Mason’s first Pay per view since our return. Now, I don’t know if you simple minded people can remember Mason James’ battle royal experiences. Mason James holds the record for the MOST battle royal eliminations at 5. 5 unfortunate mortals who faced the wrath of the monster first hand. And now we have three more who have decided to step up to the plate. Let’s meet them, shall we?
*Ian steps forward to allow Mason James to emerge behind him dragging someone with him to the centre of the ring. The man’s face cannot be seen as he is wearing a mask with the face of one of Mason’s opponents, Kenji Yamada, printed onto it*
Ian: kenji Yamada, former hardcore champion and an all-around honest gentleman. His durability is at its peak meaning he will always keep fighting until the very end. But we have our ways of wearing him down, don’t we Mason?
*Ian turns around and signals to Mason, who lifts the masked man onto his shoulders as he locks in a torture rack. The screams from the man echo around as Mason continues to add the pressure. He continues to scream until a crack can be heard as Mason breaks the man’s back before dumping him out the ring over the top rope. Mason leaves again, only to come back with a second man. This man also has a mask on but this time it has Sway Archer printed on it*
Ian: Sway Archer, former United States Champion and technical master. This man knows moves that even the most intellectual being didn’t know and he shows no signs of weakness through his calm nature. But we will find that weakness, won’t we Mason?
*Once again Ian signals to Mason who this time hurls the man over with a belly to belly suplex. Still holding onto him, Mason performs a second belly to belly before getting back up again and positioning himself to launch the man over the top rope with a third belly to belly. A scream can be heard as the man seemingly flies over the top rope before crashing to the ground. Mason once again leaves the ring and retrieves a third man who predictably is wearing a kidd west mask*
Ian: And last but not least, Kidd “the executioner” West. Former World heavyweight champion and the self-proclaimed “boss” of GCW. He has an air of authority about him and anyone who attempts to rebel against him are met with a vicious flurry of attacks. But we intend to overthrow him and we know exactly what we will do if he thinks he can lay a finger of Mason.
*As if like clockwork, Ian signals to Mason who turns the man around by wrenching his head into a reverse DDT position. He moves to the side of the ring before lifting him up for a Mason massacre with the man landing neck first onto the top rope, making him bounce off them to the ground. Mason turns and makes his way to Ian’s side, staring down the cameraman with a monstrous glare*
Ian: I hope that we made it easy to understand for even the most intellectually challenged. We have returned to GCW with a vengeance, a goal. And if we can achieve that goal, then it will not matter how many casualties we create. What is our goal I hear you cry? Well it’s simple…
Mason: Complete Domination.
*With that, Ian begins his signature laugh as Mason continues to stare down the cameraman as the camera fades to black.
The scene opens up inside of an airport. The sound of jets arriving and departing can be heard throughout the terminal. As the camera pans around the airport terminal it comes to rest behind a girl with long jet black hair. She carries a small duffle bag and makes her way outside where she sits on a bench. As the camera moves in closer she turn and looks at it as we get a glimpse of GCW’s newest arrival.
As she smiles we see someone wearing GCW branded clothing motioning something to her. The staff member then proceeds to whisper something inaudible to the girl who nods and begins to speak. As she she speaks her words are translated via sub-titles.
(I have arrived)
(My name is Yumi.)
(I apologize for my lack of English but I have not been here long.)
She pauses for a moment as she looks around still taking in all the sights and sounds of America.
(After being scouted by GCW, I was offered a contract to sign with them. It was then that I was told that I have a match at the next major event against three other women for the first ever GCW Women’s Title.)
(I am very excited to be having a match so early into my arrival. I have been wrestling all through Japan and bring a lot of experience to the table. The other ladies here will be in for a surprise when they face me. I can promise they have never faced a woman as diverse as myself.)
(I am putting GCW on watch. Yumi will be the GCW champion of women very soon. That being said, thank you GCW for allowing me to be a part of your family. We will have many fun times.)
As she finishes speaking a horn honks as a taxi arrives. She gives the camera a victory sign and prances off as the scene fades.
The scene opens up as Yumi steps into a large foyer in a hotel near the arena where Extravaganza will be taking place. She steps up to the front desk and hands the staff person a sheet of paper. The lady at the counter glances it over and then hands Yumi a set of keys. Before Yumi can make it to the elevator she is startled by a sudden tap on her shoulder. As she turns she is face to face with fellow GCW wrestler Andrew Jordan. A smile spreads across her face as she gives him a quick hug. As they separate he begins to speak to her in Japanese.
Andrew(Welcome to America Yumi. I heard you signed with GCW and had to see it for myself. It’s been too long, how have you been?)
Ayumi(It has been far too long. But here I am. I’ve been doing well. Super hyped about my debut though. Do you know anything about these women?)
Andrew(Unfortunately I do not. They are all new as well. It appears as if they are starting up a women’s division in GCW.)
Ayumi(That’s exciting! Just think, I can be a pioneer of the GCW Women. When I win that title I will be set to rule the women of GCW. My whole career has been building up to this moment and I have to take advantage of it. I’m super nervous as well though. I know these women want it as much as I do and to make my debut on the biggest event of the year, that’s a lot of pressure.)
Andrew(It’ll be ok. You will do just fine. You have wrestled in front of many huge crowds all over the world. The rest of these women have a fraction of the experience you have. Just go out there and do what you did to make it here. Win.)
Yumi smiles as her face lights up.
Ayumi(You’re right. I can do this. GCW is about to be taken over by an Asian Invasion. This is my chance to really make a name for myself here in America. Thanks Andrew. You always know what to say to make me feel better.)
Andrew(What can I say? I’ve been doing that you’re whole life. What type of uncle would I be if I didn’t look out for you?)
Yumi smiles and gives him one last hug before walking towards the elevator.
Ayumi(Thanks for everything but I guess I got to get settled. It’s been a long flight you know?)
Post by Andrew Jordan on May 1, 2017 21:43:02 GMT -5
Andrew Jordan RP
You've got to be joking.
No joke Andrew, you've got autographs to sign.
I don't do autographs.
According to GCW you do now.
Andrew is standing in front of the arena with his buddy Damian as the fans start to arrive to pick up their tickets for Extravaganza. The late afternoon sun beats down on them as they walk toward the entrance, Andrew adjusts his sunglasses.
You couldn't just say that you didn't find me?
Look man, I can't help you.
They push their way through the crowd and Damian shows Andrew to his seat. Andrew looks around slowly.
Yeah, this is going to go well.
I really don't care how it goes, just don't kill anyone... uh, and better yet don't actually touch anybody. I'll be right over there.
Damian points to the main doors directly in front of Andrew's table. The autograph line starts to back up almost as soon as the doors open. A young woman walks up carrying a young boy.
Well, what's your name little man?
Bobby, but I don't want your autograph.
That doesn't make much sense does it?
Mom didn't want to wait in line for Dan Henderson.
What about your dad?
I don't know, I've never met him. Mom said he left when he found out she was going to have me.
You know what I think?
I think your mom is a whore and she just didn't know who your dad was.
Mommy, what's a whore?
She just huffs at Andrew and storms off to complain to the only person she can see wearing a GCW shirt, Damian.
Ma'am, I know you're upset but you should know what you're dealing with when you do anything with Andrew.
Andrew yells across the crowded room
Don't worry Bobby, I'm sure your mom has it narrowed down to a couple dozen men your father might be. You'll get to meet him someday.
Thug: Yo dawg, that was harsh... hey, how's about you make that autograph out to lil rott.
Andrew grabs the kid by his chains and pulls him across the table; he grabs a wallet out of the kid's back pocket and flips it open.
Whatcha doinn man?
So, Dermont is it? Man your momma must have hated you.
Not so loud man.
How about this, in exchange for not beating your ass in front of everyone, I don't sign your autograph, you find some pants that fit, sell those ridiculous chains and go back to school.
Andrew lets go of the chains and shoves the young man away. Dermont grabs his wallet off of the table and immediately goes to Damian to complain sending Damian back to talk to Andrew.
Okay, I think we've had enough audience interaction for today.
But I'm just starting to enjoy myself.
Andrew laughs as Damian turns the line of fans away until he is interrupted by his cell phone ringing.
Yeah..oh hey, no..I’m just signing autographs you going to be able to make it? Ok. Look, you've got to quit blaming yourself for what happened. Okay, I want you to do this for me alright? Just describe how you're feeling right now... no, no, that's not it. You feel angry; you want to hurt someone, but not me. Look, I got to go, but I’ll see you tonight.
Andrew snaps the phone closed and starts walking toward his locker-room until something catches his eye. An older looking man is wearing some kind of sign, Andrew can't make it out through the crowd, and his long hair is flowing wildly in the breeze through the open doors.
He seems to be in fervor about something, screaming fire and brimstone at the top of his lungs but he is completely ignored by the crowd. Andrew works his way through the fans, enduring attacks on his character and general insults from the rowdy crowd. This kind of thing didn't bother Andrew anymore; it was when they threw things. In the twenty to thirty feet he had walked so far he had been pelted with pretzels, bludgeoned with beer cups and nailed with more than one tray of nachos. It was nothing new, but it still got to him. None of these people and even a few of the fighters wouldn't confront Andrew face to face but felt they could throw food and trash without fear of retaliation.
Andrew gets to a point where he can hear the man trying to convert the unwashed masses that flow past barely acknowledging the man standing in their path, a young boy bumps into Andrew's leg. He seems scared and lost.
Hey kid, wanna make a few bucks.
I'm not supposed to talk to strangers.
Don't you recognize me? I'm Andrew, I'm sure your parents know who I am. I'll even help you track them down if you do me a favor.
Andrew kneels down next to the boy and explains what to do before pointing at the man wearing the signs. As the kid runs off Andrew feels a tap on his shoulder. Turning around he is face to face with ESPN reporter Jenn Brown
Oh, well fancy meeting you here.
Yes, it’s that time of the week again..
You mean instead of monthly you are weekly? Gosh I feel sorry for your husband.
No you idiot, I meant the weekly INTERVIEW! And I’m not married.
Oh right, that. Go for it.
So last week you lost your tag match against Mason and Dan. This week you face not only Dan again but 3 other guys as well. Got a game plan this week?
Well, not really. You see I’m rather pissed off. My partner was a joke. Brandon Irving should just resign from here as he is useless and should never set foot in the ring again. It was almost a handicap match last week. But I’m going to take that anger and once I’m done focusing it on these people here I’ll turn my attention to Dan and the others. Captain Rump, I have no idea who he is but he doesn’t pose much of a threat. Same goes for Thorne and Wolfe. None of those guys deserve to be in this match. What have they done to earn a US Title shot? I’ll expose every last one of them. And that takes me back to Dan. I’ve faced him a few times so far and I respect him. He’s a tough competitor and I’m glad he’s in this match. It will give me a good challenge as I make my run towards the US Title.
He stopped as the sound of someone running caught his attention. He turned and saw the kid he talked to earlier come running past. Behind him in chase was the street preacher covered in tomatoes.
Andrew, what just happened?
Heh, nothing, just corrupting the minds of the young.
You are sick Andrew, you know that? SICK
Look, you listen here you little..
He makes a motion towards her but is cut off as the kid from earlier comes running back by clipping Andrew on his way past causing Andrew to fall over and land on top of Jenn, her legs wrapped around Andrew’s waist. There is a loud screech and a door slams as another person comes running over to the scene
Well, this is awkward.
Andrew said as he looked up as his assistant Jessica stared down at him.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?
She yelled as Andrew quickly got up pulling Jenn with him.
What do you mean?
Jessica, I admit it does look bad but do you really think I’d try something like that in front of all these people?
No but are you saying that you would try it if they weren’t around?
No I meant I....WOMAN you listen here.
Andrew is cut off as Jessica gives him the look. She then points towards the car as Andrew shrugs and trudges back to the passenger seat closing the door behind him
Post by Lynne Samuels on May 1, 2017 23:18:34 GMT -5
*On a nice quiet street in Queens is a house, a HUGE house. From down the street a radio can be heard, getting louder and louder, blasting “Toxicity” by System of a Down as it drives towards the big house. The Yellow convertible pulls into the driveway of the house and two blondes step out. Lynne and Cecily Samuels close the doors of the car and walk towards the front door. They reach the door with their shopping bags in hand. Lynne pulls her keys out and unlocks the door and the girls step through the entrance into their house. Next to the door is a Cat Tree and a Calico cat sitting eye level to Lynne. Lynne lens over and kisses the cat on the nose, setting her bags down. Cecily walks over to the coffee table and holds up a pile of letters*
“Ah, Sweet. I love fan mail. Just think of how much we’ll get after this match”
“You’ve got a big head.”
*The cousins laugh and Cecily shakes her head. A noise is heard coming from the laptop sitting on the table. Lynne sits down and smiles seeing a Skype call from her Dad. She presses “Answer” as Cecily sits down next to her*
“Ahhh, there are my favorite girls. How are you guys doing?”
“We’re good. Big news… Lynne has her first match in that GCW company we were telling you about, and it’s a Women’s Title match”
“Thank you daddy. But we wish you were here to see it… Its only in Boston, It’s not that far from home.”
“I know sweetheart, But I have so much work to get done here. I’ll be home as soon as I possibly can, I promise.”
“Don’t worry, I’m watching her back”
“Psh… Like I need it”
“Alright girls.. I gotta head out to a meeting. Call me later okay, Keep up with the training”
“Yes Daddy. Love you!”
“Love you girls too”
*The call ends and Lynne closes the laptop with a frown on her face. Cecily rubs her back and sighs*
“He’ll be home for the next one… Don’t worry. But for now, We need to get dressed, and get your promo done and get to the gym to train. So, Wipe that pouty face off”
*Lynne makes a face at Cecily’s back as she walks away, then gets up and walks up the stairs to her bedroom*
*A video starts up and we see Lynne Samuels, who is seemingly holding the camera up in selfie-video mode. Behind her in a chair with her feet up on a table is her cousin, Cecily Samuels.*
“Helloooooooo World of GCW. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Lynne Samuels, and I will be joining your world. So it seems my first match is going to be a Fatal Four Way for the New Women’s Championship. And that makes sense because, Well, I’m the best, so who better than to be the First Women’s Champion than the best? Am I right? Now before I get TOO ahead of myself here, let me explain to you why I believe I will be the first Women’s Champion of GCW. Ask around New York... Anywhere that there are local wrestling fans, and bring up my name. GARUNTEED they tell you how amazing I am. Multiple Time Women’s Champion, Hell, I’ve even won “Men’s” Championships. Not to mention my three time Tag Champ record with my cousin here.”
*Cecily waves to the camera*
“Isn’t she gorgeous? But besides the fact that I am just that good, there are a few other reasons I WILL win that match. First, it’s in Boston, Which isn’t that far from my home here in Queens, So while everyone is driving or flying or hell, walking, to Boston. I’ll be home until a few hours before show time. Now don’t think just because I’m home that I’ll be lying around doing nothing to prepare. My cousin and I have a fully functional Gym in the basement of our home. And like I said, I’m a New York Wrestling Legend, so there is NO shortage of people for me to spar with around here. So don’t worry girls, I’ll be at the top of my game. Another reason I’m going to win this match? I have something to prove. You think I don’t already know what people are probably saying about me? Lynne Samuels is so tiny…She’s Short… There no way she can beat ANYONE you think I haven’t heard any of this before? WHY do you think I’m such a legend here? Because I have broken down EVERY wall people think they have put in my way. I’m Tiny, Yes… Tiny but Mighty. And I look SO cute right now”
*She fluffs her blonde hair with her free hand*
*Cecily hands Lynne a paper and she looks down at it*
“Right... Sorry. Let’s move on to my opponents shall I? Let me start by saying this... I respect the HELL out of all three of you. I know what it takes to make it in this “Man’s World” and we’ve all been doing it. So Kudos to you girls, But this is business after all, so let’s get to the trashin’. First we have Camber? That’s a cute name I guess. The Queen of Flames though? I’m not touchin’ that one, nope, not doing it. Let’s see here… She is from Sydney, Australia. The land down under. Once again, too easy. Let’s Go USA though. I have a feeling this girl thinks she’s on some aborigine battle field or something... That’s super weird. And I feel like she thinks she’s some like... Xena Warrior Princess or something, I only have one thing to say to you, Underestimate me Ember... Camber? What the hell was her name? Whatever it doesn’t matter. Get over yourself lady, you’re gonna get embarrassed. And while you’re at it, you should look into getting a makeover as well. Ugh... I’ve had enough of this Down Under Loser…
Moving on. Jessica Allen is it? At least she has a normal name. Where is this one from? Ireland? What the hell am I facing here the United Nations? Jesus… Anyway, Jessica let’s see what YOU look like... Okay not too bad... Could use a little more makeup though... and that hair... Bleh. Okay Jessica, You look like you’re a little bit in shape, so I totally respect that. Camber looks like she bought her gear and walked in off the street, Sad, I know. Jessica it actually seems like it may be a pleasure to be in the ring with you, But do NOT think that means for a SECOND that I am going to take it easy on you as they say, Don’t get me wrong, You may give me a good fight, But you WILL NOT win. So don’t worry you won’t be burdened with having to take care of that championship.
And last and maybe least? I have no idea, I don’t know these girls, But who does right? Anyways, Ayumi. She is froooom… Japan. Holy shit this IS the United Nations. Well, we all know who the best country is, No? That gives you the answer to who is going to win this title right there but, I Digress. Oh! Wait! Shes adorable! Okay, Me and this girl may get along. And shes small like me, Not as small as me, I mean come on, I’m one of a kind, am I right? Ayumi… Girl, Do you, But don’t think for a second that I don’t know what kind of power is behind a small frame, Cause I know, And I know how much DAMAGE can be done when people of our stature are underestimated, So don’t worry sweetie, You won’t be getting an upperhand on me.. I’m gonna know all of your tricks before you even do. I’m always one step ahead.. Remember that.
Welp… New fans and New Co-Workers… Talk about me all you want… Say I’m too small, Say I’m too pretty.. But don’t EVER think that I’m going to lay down and be defeated. NEVER. Especially when something like this is on the line.. My name, My Reputation.. That’s the ONLY two things you take to the grave with you.. So girls, I’m comin. You better watch out. Cause I’m Beautiful, Yes, But I can be very VERY Dangerous.
*She winks and blows a kiss to the camera before the video cuts out*
*Lynne and Cecily are in a local wrestling gym, both in training gear, their hair up in ponytails, having been there for a while. Lynne runs at Cecily and Cecily ducks under a clothesline, But as soon as she turns around to face Lynne, Lynne is bouncing off the opposite ropes and grabs Cecily’s arm, and throws her down to the mat with a hard hip toss. Lynne runs to the ropes and rebounces off of them and drops down to try and drop a knee on her cousin. Quickly Cecily reaches up and grabs Lynne’s ankle, slamming her down onto her face on the mat, getting up to her knees and locking in an ankle lock. Lynne cringes in pain, but manages to crawl over to the ropes and pull herself onto the bottom rope. Lynne turns her body around and brings her free foot up and slams it into Cecily’s shoulder, Knocking her off of her. The two blondes sit on the mat, breathing heavy.*
“Good spar. But you NEED to be careful. You get one move in and you let your guard down. You need to be better about that Lynne, that’s how you get caught in shitty situations.”
“I did NOT let my guard down, I was trying to go easy on you cause of your knee”
“Cut the shit Lynne you know damn well my knee is fine.”
“Shes right Lynne… You’re letting your ego win”
*Lynne turns around to see who said that and a smile forms on her face as she rolls out of the ring and runs towards the man who spoke to her and jumps into his arms, hugging him.*
“Daddy! What are you doing here?!?! I thought you were in Vegas, I talked to you like two hours ago”
“Yes I know, You’re mother was sitting right next to me, I was at home Lynney. Do you HONESTLY think I would miss my girls first match outside of New York, For a championship? Please, I have been there for EVERY Championship win and that’s not going to start now”
“Wait.. So you already knew about the match? Who told yo-“
*Lynne glares at her cousin*
“You kept this from me? I hate you”
“Oh stop it, You love me, I’m the best”
“Yeah whatever, Jerk”
*Cecily smiles broadly and puts her hands on her hips*
“I don’t know about you guys, But I am absolutely starving”
“How about we go back to the house and I’ll Barbeque? Expect a lecture though… Your mother thinks everything is more important than us”
*Lynne smiles and throws her arm around her father as the trip walks out of the gym*
Post by Kenji Yamada on May 3, 2017 2:17:58 GMT -5
*Once again alone in his apartment building, Kenji is in the bathroom leaning over his sink. In his hand is a brush in which Kenji is using to create a new image for his Extravaganza match. On his face, he is painting the Kanji symbol of “Yamada” onto his face in black surrounded by a pale white paint and a red sun (sort of house of the rising sun esque.) Once he has completed his face, he turns his attention to his red spike of hair that he has had since the very beginning. Next to him is a hair dye, which Kenji applies to the red spike before rinsing it off. The finished result is a neon green colour that hangs just over the make up before his eyebrow. Now that he is ready, Kenji makes his way to the Batsudan on the balcony where he sits cross legged before thinking about his opponents*
Kenji: I didn’t open the Analyst’s box. I don’t need it. I have been relying souly on the advice of others ever since I stepped foot in a ring. I had the thought in my head that I needed a strategy for every match in order to achieve your full potential. But I have come to realise that this…is completely false.
*Kenji leans forward and lights the incense sticks on the Batsudan before returning to his original position*
Kenji: I always knew that there was something missing from my in-ring performance, and that thing, was initiative. It’s easy to make a game plan and stick to it. By using this method, you are able to pick out weaknesses in the opponent along with several key goals that you should look at achieving. But it has recently occurred to me that by using this idea, you start to rely on it too much. It doesn’t occur to you to think about what to do if your plan doesn’t work. That means when it doesn’t work, you are not able to make any changes as it’s too late.
*He pauses for a moment as he lets the elements of the outside world flow around him*
Kenji: So how do you fix this? It’s simple, be unpredictable. Your opponent will probably expect you to stick to your strengths and always use the same moves. But what if you changed it up? Maybe you could try a new moveset, a new strike or kick. Hell, you could even change your entire fighting style! But, the point I’m trying to make is that if you don’t have a game plan, it is easier to change on the fly. If you don’t know what you are going to do, neither will your opponent.
*Kenji’s watch begins to beep, signalling that it is time to leave for Extravaganza. Kenji stands up and makes his way to the car*
Kenji: It’s true that all the opponents I’m facing are all formidable forces in the ring and that I seem to be the one black sheep that shouldn’t even be in the match. But that just makes me the underdog, and I love it. Let everyone say that I stand no chance in the match and that I will be eaten up and spat out in a matter of minutes, but it will be all the sweeter when I prove them wrong.
*Kenji gets in his car and makes his way to the arena for Extravaganza*
*Fast forward and Kenji is in the makeup room and is standing on a podium topless and with his arms stretched. A woman, the makeup artist for tonight, is getting to work on Kenji’s body, painting elegant symbols of Kanji onto it. Words such as “Strength,” “Determination” and “honour” along with many others are painted all over Kenji’s body. When she is finished, she holds up a mirror so Kenji can inspect the work*
Kenji: Marvellous. Thank you Claire, I’ll definitely be coming back again.
*Several minutes before it is time for Kenji’s match, he spots a group of people surrounded by instruments. In a matter of seconds Kenji realises that it is his old band members from his time as a Ska musician. He approaches the group and they all lock eyes*
Riku (The band’s singer): Well, if it isn’t Mr Kenji Yamada. You’re looking pretty flashy with all that writing on you. How have you been? *He extends a hand out and Kenji shakes it*
Kenji: Not too bad. How is the band going?
Riku: Great man, we aren’t megastars like we used to dream about being back in the day, but we are all enjoying ourselves nonetheless. It’s a shame that you chose wrestling instead of music, but you seemed to have done well for yourself.
Kenji: Hey, just because I took up wrestling doesn’t mean that I have lost my musical side.
*They all laugh as they all joke and jab at Kenji as if he was the little brother of the group*
Riku: Anyway man, we are so honoured that you chose us to perform your entrance music for you. If it wasn’t for you, we wouldn’t even be a band. You, Kenji, were the one who did all the leg work to find a group of musicians who would make great music and for that, we thank you.
*All the band members bow in unison as Kenji does the same*
Riku: Oh, looks like we need to get set up. We’ll see you on the other side Kenji, and don’t worry, you’ve got this baby in the bag!
*With that the band are ushered off to set up for Kenji’s entrance. Several minutes go by and it is finally his turn to make his way into the ring. Kenji stands behind the curtain and take one final deep breath*
Kenji: This is what I came to GCW for. This…is why I became a wrestler.
Fink: From Tokyo Japan, weighing in at 215 pounds…
"I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life . . . and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. "
I read this in a book once, though can not quite recall when and where. It may have to do with my education and upbringing which to say the least was unconventional. Growing up isolated from the real world on a compound full of religious hysteria was never easy. Though my sister and I managed to have some fun together under such dire circumstances, including the times I would stare at the painting of a I stared at the painting of a boat and imagined I was somehow inside the painting of a boat. "Ahoy," I said, nautically.
I was shaped a certain way, and it wasn't until I reached my 18th birthday that I began to find out who I was. That was because two important things happened that year: "The Church of the Inner Light" was shut down by a series of large police raids, the second being I joined a pro wrestling school. After many years I discovered that I was a warrior, ready to fight night in and night out. Also, I was apparently injury prone.
It has been months since my last match in the GCW. Not knowing when and where I would return was hard on me, so I decided to get some much needed headspace. It was hard not doing the one thing that defines me best as a person, so I needed a place to find myself again. I returned to a location I had visited many times in the past, a small pond in the woods of Oregon....
Day 1: I arrived at my desired location, it was a cabin located right in front of the pond. Although it was late at night, I still went ahead and did a check up on the survival supplies I had stashed here. I noticed that my machete was getting dull and this canned corned beef is about to expire. I’m starting to think Y2K isn’t going to happen... Day 3: Not much has happened these last few days, which was why I came out here in the first place. A nice quiet place to reflect on my life and where it is going. I have done my best to stay in shape, as my return to the GCW can happen any day. I heard extravaganza was approaching, so I want to be available in case. Each morning I wake up I go for a walk through the woods towards the pond, which quite a way to relax. Walking around in the woods barefoot has always been one of my favourite past times Sometimes on my daily walks you can catch me breathing on trees. I know our relationship is reciprocal, they need me as much as I need them. Day 4: I find it wholesome to be alone the greater part of the time. To be in company, even with the best, is soon wearisome and dissipating. I love to be alone. I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude. Solitude is the only time you can reflect on who you are without the distractions.
Day 5: Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influence of the earth. With that being said, I am Feeing a bit hungrier than usual. Going to go look for berries in the woods....
Day 7: I really shouldnt have eaten those berries. At this point I can feel death approaching. If I die tonight, my biggest regrets would be never winning the GCW heavyweight title and never making power play in my quilting circle. If this is goodbye, I want to apologize for my failures and to let you know that I love you all. Oh God, I am going to die alone here arent I? Why did I think this would be a good idea. Day 8: I can barely move. As I lay in my bed, I slowly open my eyes and realize that I am color blind. I fall asleep thinking of all of the old black and white films I have enjoyed--and will watch again. Rain begins to fall as I fall into a slumber.
Day 11: Spoiler alert. I didn't die. But I am severly dehydrated and also very hungry. All I find are berries in my pocket...
Several more weeks have passed and I continue to live out here in solitude. It's a welcome escape from the burdens of society. For example. if I walk outside without pants on, it can cause problems in the community. Not out here, not at Thoreau pond. I am free to be myself for as long as a I wish, or until I am cleared to wrestle again.
When that will be, I don't quite know. But do I even care?
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