(El Masko's RP for the Hardcore Triple Threat match)
El Masko is sitting in the corner of his training ring after training. "Well El Masko got his wish... he wanted a win, but it doesn't really count when your opponent doesn't show up now does it." He begins reading news about his match at ExtraVaganA which he is only mentioned as a formality. The main build up is about Kenneth vs James, El Masko clentched his fist and tossed aside the news paper. "If they think they can sleep on top of El Masko then they are wrong, everytime I get into that ring El Masko fights with honor, This will show tonight, and using honor El Masko will win!"
El Masko goes in front of his camera holding his normal banner of "For Honor. For Lucha. Yes." and a picture of his mask, on a flag pole. "Jesse James, Kenneth Rodman we have fought twice. Once you beat El Masko the second time it was a tie that set up this match. El masko was winless until a week ago,and this will be El Masko's second win. There will be no asterisks of the oppenent didn't show up, there will be no ties. El Masko will win this match in the name of honor and with honor." He holds the flag up before the video ends.
Last Edit: Apr 28, 2017 13:22:07 GMT -5 by verylost34
The scene begins in a back corner of the GCW Home Arena in Boston, Massachusetts. The only real “decor” seen is a steel folding chair set dead center of where the camera is placed with the US title placed on top of it, as well as what looks like a cage wall portion in the background. Out of the corner we see Simon Cade emerge out from the shadows wearing a black biker-esque jacket. He picks up the US title and puts it on his shoulder, and sits down in the chair. He looks directly at the camera, and takes a deep breath.
“Man, I actually miss this place, it’s been quite a while since I’ve just had this silence, the cool air chilling the area around me, it all feels great…”
Simon takes in the silence he has around him for a second before abruptly looking back directly at the camera
“Travis Gray… I know you’re going to be watching this, well, if you’re not in the therapist’s office for the rest of the day, that is. You are a certified psychopath with absolutely nothing to lose in this match and everything to gain, and buddy, just between you and me, the only thing you will be gaining tonight is even more bruises, scars, and memories of harsh screeches of pain in your memory bank to tell your therapist about. This is going to be my 3rd cage match on PPV in a row, and I’m 2-1 in them right now, kid, and I plan on going 3-1.”
Simon Cade looks like he is going to leave, and stands up, but then sits back down
“Oh wait, that’s right, I almost forgot about that little gem you said a few weeks back, something about leaving me in a pool of my own blood. Well Travis, you little punk thinking you're a villain who escaped from Arkham, let me just correct you on that. See, even if I get busted open in this match, even if the match has to rank a 10 on the Muta Scale, I am going to make you bleed. And not only that, you are going to suffer, you are going to be brutally beaten down with a barrage of blows so bad that they may have to bump up the show’s rating due to graphic violence. I am going to make you suffer, I am going to beat you down, but even better than that, is that you are going to be tapping out as I have you locked in the Ace of Cades, blood pouring from your head and your vision fading as you tap, tap, tap. And when it’s all over, and you’re in the trainer’s office getting stitches, I’ll be right there beside you, blood pouring from my head as they call an ambulance, both of us losing the one thing us humans cannot afford to lose."
Cade, grinning, continues to speak
"And then after that, all the doctors and nurses will freak the hell out trying to figure out 'oh my god, what caused this? Who could've brutally mauled these two athletes?' And when I wake up..."
Cade begins laughing
"And when I wake up, I'll look the doctor dead in the eye, and say straight to his face 'I caused this' and be able to get away with it!"
Cade stops laughing, and goes back to his grinning
"So at ExtraVaganZa, you better say your prayers while at the office, because once that bell rings, we're going to bleed together, fight together, leave everything in that ring together, but the one thing that won't keep us together, is my United States Championship."
Cade stands up, belt around his shoulder, and walks off, the camera fades to black.
Last Edit: Apr 26, 2017 8:36:30 GMT -5 by mrleedles
Post by TheConspiracy on Apr 29, 2017 15:12:36 GMT -5
Darius RP to win the International Championship
The camera comes up on a glossy stone floor. It pans to show the walls, also made of glossy stone, lined with display cases. Some contained skulls, others fangs, and at the end of the hallway, a massive mammoth tusk. A man with a guitar, a drifter of sorts, walks through the hall, strumming a few chords, and singing a ballad. "The Tale, of The Hunter, is a sad one, lord knows. Men dead in his wake, a feast for the crows. He settled his feuds, and collected his debts. He torched all his foes, and all those who posed threats. Took their icons as prizes, left their bodies to rot. In hopes that one day, he'd not be forgot." The drifter plays a short solo, smiling at his handiwork, before continuing the chord pattern, and singing once more. "One studied The Hunter, his motives and fears. The Bookworm they called him, he'd study for years. The Bookworm, he trained, for eons it seemed. For besting The Hunter, was the goal that he'd dreamed. The Bookworm competed, his competition would fall. Year in and year out, he'd bested them all. The wars that he'd won, the greats he had fought. The Bookworm was ready, or so he had thought. The Hunter is here, and The Bookworm is prey. For The Bookworm, a shame. Today is his day. The Tale of The Hunter, is a sad one at best. As all that would face him, are now laid to rest."
The camera fades up on Darius, kneeling in what appears to be a tomb. A ground made of clay, and walls made of limestone. He runs his hand over a sarcophagus, half buried, half exposed above the clay. "Edgar, in all your reading, in all your research, did you ever stop, and think, about what I really wanted from you? I don't think you did. Allow me to enlighten you. I believe that you, have too much. Sounds odd, coming from someone of my wealth, but I think you'll understand, you're a smart cookie." Darius motions to the sarcophagus. "Many of the Egyptian rulers could have been much better. If their vanity didn't cause their incestuous breeding traditions, and their greed didn't cause them to hoard their possessions in these pyramids, they may have actually gotten something done. You, holed up in your study, focusing too much on that book, you could get more done! That book, it's hindering you. That's why I want to take it from you." Darius begins to open the sarcophagus. "You may think you can carry that book to your grave, but remember, the Egyptians, even with their trap infested pyramids--" Darius slides the top off the sarcophagus, and you see the mummified body, alone in the casing, with webs around it. "--still got their graves robbed." Darius stands up, and smooths his hair back. "Nothing is permanent. No one rules forever. So you when you fall, for good, I want to be there. I want to put you down, and I want to take everything you hold dear. Whether it's the title, your book, those stupid Harry Potter glasses. Anything you have. I want you to be without it. I want to leave you bare. I want to strip you of all possessions, and leave you out in the rain, naked and afraid, blubbering like the insolent child you are, and then you will know. You will know that Darius, is better than you."
Post by Edgar_Whateley on May 1, 2017 19:37:49 GMT -5
Edgar Whateley Vs Darius Seeiso
We’re outdoors, the weather is grim. The sky is grey. Mist rises from the ground. We can barely make out what the camera is trying to show us. The mist sporadically clears in patches, revealing the black outline of 9 gigantic figures in a circle, with a smaller lumpen shape in the middle of them.
Presently, the mist clears for us ton make out that the lump in the center is Edgar Whateley, sitting cross legged in a circle of white gravel. The circle is surrounded by these giant figures who, as the mist clears, become more than just abstract shapes. They are statues of various human-like creatures. One seems to be a man with the head of an Eagle. Another a wide hipped feminine being. Yet another resembles less a man, than an elephant on it’s hind legs, with a head like a squid, and possibly the wings of a bat… The mist regroups, making hard to decipher the nature of these statues, but somehow clear in the middle, as Edgar does not move a muscle, but opens his eyes. The camera zooms in, framing only him.
‘“Make the smart choice” he says.’
There’s a hint of a smile.
‘Darius. I’ve never been one to make the “smart choices” - at least, not the smart choices in the mind of those who have attempted to give me advice.’
*a deep breath, almost a sigh, and then*
'When I journeyed to Antarctica for my research... my friends, my family, my paid advisors, even the men who ran the damn ship!! - they all said I was mad. They said I risked my life doing this.
When I ventured to Haiti, and then to West Africa, my guides said I was crazy to wanting to visit… certain locals...
When I travelled all the way to Tibet, climbed mountains, engaged with the locals… Everyone said I was insane. They questioned what I could learn there that I couldn’t find in a book… more importantly, at what cost?’
*Edgar closes his eyes again, smiling wider now, as if recalling some pleasant memories*
‘All of these journeys could have cost me a limb thanks to frostbite, or even my own life, if any particular person I sought didn’t take to me kindly. But here I am. And I trust that you, of all people, that no limbs or strength have been lost in the making of this… *he taps his head with his finger* You’ve seen how effectively I have cut through the weeds here in GCW. Look at what happened to Testament - none other the source of your most treasured little trophy!! Now but a shattered shell of a man.
So there it is, the history of Edgar Whateley making “smart choices.”’
*Suddenly his eyes snap open again but with deadly serious look on his face, and he shuffles slightly, now leaning forward and seemingly all business*
‘HOWEVER… you have also tingled a part of brain that longs to be a master, a secret chief, a part of some… conspiracy. Indeed it is a part of my mind that is regularly moved aside, as I know that I’m only the one I can truly trust, and so… that is who I trust. Myself. You should know I have incredible faith in my actions, my words, all of this.
*he waves his hand in a circle, as if to signify everything around him*
So I’m faced with some kind of ultimatum. Do I join your so-called conspiracy or do I fight it? I mean, you’re making some assumptions there. You are assuming, for example, that I don’t have some friends watiing in the wings. People who, in the tradition of this business, might be willing to back me up.’
*another smile, but it’s somehow different. More teeth. More.. malice in his eyes..*
‘I know, I’ve never given any hint that this might occur. I merely mean to point out that your assumptions could hurt you.
And what of our match at Extravaganza? Shall I just bow to your majesty, and leave that belt in your hands? Do I join forces with you, to possibly better my chance at holding the ultimate belt, and thereby extend the reach of my mind to all the little children? But then… surely my co-conspirators would all want that for themselves? What then? Ah… decisions, decisions…’
*Edgar seems to relax a little, his face softening*
‘The future is unclear, my dear, dear Darius. Naturally I understand why you would proffer this partnership. It makes a lot of sense. We could indeed be a dominant force. But for now, I say…. Wait.
Let us have this match, uninhibited by the concept of our partnership. The people - haha - deserve to see it. And afterwards, I will give you your response.’
*Edgar’s hand seems to subconsciously move to his Book, resting by his side*
Mason Childers RP for The Hardcore Championship against Red Dragon at Extravaganza 2017
Sunday, April 30, 2017
Mason Childers is driving around Massachusetts. It is several hours before the Extravaganza show. The physical preparation is finished. The mental preparation continues. Mason's memories float in his mind as he controls the truck.
*** (music stops)
Saturday, April 29, 2017
Mason Childers is sitting in a soundproof studio in a chair. Across from him sits Lola Sparkle. A cameraman is pointing at Mason, Lola, and there is a wide shot of both Mason and Lola. Mason is wearing a Navy blue collared shirt and khakis. Lola is wearing a pink pantsuit. The producer silently counts them down. 3...2...1... The scene opens with a camera on Lola Sparkle
Lola Welcome to this GCW.com exclusive interview. I'm here today with the challenger for the GCW Hardcore Championship this Sunday at Extravaganza. I'm here with Mason Childers. Mason, how are you?
The camera cuts to Mason Childers. He maintains a stoic expression, but nods before speaking.
Mason Good evening, Lola. I'm just ready to get the show on the road. Just ask me whatever you need to.
Lola Of course. I guess my first question for you is just... I mean, did you expect this. Did you expect to be here, fighting for the Hardcore Championship, when you debuted back in February?
Mason Not at all actually. First of all, you have to understand that I never expected to be in a Money in the Bank match on night one.
Lola Can you elaborate on that?
Sunday, April 24, 1993
There are two small boys, one kind of chubby and one extremely skinny, sitting in front of the television watching a major wrestling broadcast. They are jumping up and down with joy. The skinny boy's favorite wrestler has just won a midcard title belt.
Did you see that, Mason?! He won! He finally won!
Mason Just wait, Jeremy. Give him another year and he'll be a World Champion!
Jeremy World Champion?! I can't wait!
Mason Jeremy! Just enjoy the damn show! He'll get his shot eventually!
Mason and Jeremy scuffle around playfully as they continue watching the show. The two watch the show all the way through. Both feeling inspired by the determination of the athletes involved.
*** (Music stops)
Saturday, April 29, 2017
Mason I just always thought I'd work my way from the ground up. I don't mean to sound ungrateful. I was very glad to have won the briefcase. It's just that, growing up, it was instilled in me that I need to work harder than everyone else to get what I want. Winning a briefcase and getting the World title never seemed remotely possible. That is one of the reasons that I was happy to be booked against John Styles on my first Vindication. I was given a main event working with a World Champion quality wrestler. I was tested. I failed.
Lola You lost to John Styles. Did that make you rethink you're objective?
Lola Please elaborate.
Mason After losing to John Styles, I figured I just wasn't good enough to become World Champion. It was my daughter, Cindy, who convinced me that I could win. She reminded me about my original goal to work my way from the bottom. She is an amazing girl. She re-contextualized my original goal. That was when I personally decided against challenging for the World Title with my briefcase. I decided to challenge for the United States Championship. That was my plan for Extravaganza. I wanted to win the US Championship and try to triumph in that division before continuing to the World Title. I planned to make the announcement in Birmingham. At home.
Lola Of course, as we both know, that didn't happen.
Mason No... Things change.
Lola That brings us to Red Dragon. He attacked you in your home town. I saw, first hand, how it affected you when I interviewed you before Malice in Wonderland. You got your revenge by defeating him at Malice in a nontitle match. I have to ask... did you think the trouble with Red Dragon was over after that?
Mason ... I don't think I ever actually believed it, but I wanted to think that if I defeated Red Dragon he would leave me alone. Instead he kept coming after me. That was when he took it a step too far. ... He threatened my family...
Lola Your daughter?
Mason just nods.
Lola I'm very sorry. Obviously at that point, everything changes. What has life been like since that threat?
Mason looks off into the distance as he considers the question.
Sunday, April 23, 2017
Mason is laying in his bed staring up at the ceiling.
Mason Please Heavenly Father! Please help me protect my Dau-
Cindy (from somewhere else in the house) DAAAD!!! DAAD!!
Mason jumps up from bed and rushes out of his room. He runs into Cindy's room. Cindy is sitting up in bed. She points out the window.
Cindy Dad, I saw someone out the window there!
Mason looks out the window into the darkness, but he doesn't see anything. He turns back and looks at Cindy.
Mason Cindy! What did you see?!
Cindy has a panic-stricken look on her face.
Cindy I don't know! I don't know what I saw. It was probably nothing
Mason thinks about Cindy's response.
Mason Pack your bags. We're not staying here.
Cindy Dad I'm scared. Where're we going?
Mason Pack your bags... now.
*** (music stops)
Saturday, April 29, 2017
Lola Is your daughter safe?
Mason She is safe. I called in a favor with the Gordo PD. They are watching closely.
Lola Is she still rattled?
Mason I think she is. I haven't been able to talk to her in about a week.
Lola considers Mason's statement for a moment.
Lola A little advice. I think you need to talk to her. She might need more than being secured to feel safe.
Mason Thanks for the advice.
Lola straightens up her notes before continuing.
Lola We're just about done here. I just want to know what your plan is for tomorrow evening.
Mason's demeanor changes a bit. He sits straight up and looks into the camera.
Mason My plan? Well I won't keep it a secret from you, Dragon. When the bell rings, I'm gonna reign fury on your ass. I want to beat you until I see blood on my fists. My blood and yours. When I become convinced that my fists have done as much damage as they can do, I'll grab a chair and it can pick up where my fists left off. When that is done, I'm gonna set up a table. Oh and don't think for a second that I'm just gonna suplex you into that table like I'm trying to outwrestle you. No, Dragon. That ship has sailed. When I suplex you through that table, I'm gonna make sure it's your neck that goes crashing through it and into the mat. Over Over Over and Over Again! When you lay on the mat, unable to move. In complete agony I'm gonna climb up that ladder, Dragon
Mason starts giggling a little maniacally.
Mason I never was much for heights. I'm not really made for Ladder matches am I? ... When I get up on that ladder, I want you to look up at me. Looking up at me. I want you to see that cameraman you hurt. I want you to see me. I want you to see my daughter. I want you to see my brother, Jeremy. I want you to see everyone you've ever tried to hurt. I want you to see your hardcore championship empire crumble to the ground in front of your eyes. I want you to see... The next GCW Hardcore Champion.
Sunday, April 30, 2017
Mason Childers continues driving around Massachusetts. All the pieces of the puzzle that is his life are floating around in his head. They all play their part in what makes up Mason Childers. However, there is one piece that connects all the rest. There is one element of his tragic life that has made him the man he is today. Mason picks up his cell phone and makes a call.
Mason Cindy? I'm sorry for not calling. After tonight, you'll have nothing to be afraid of. I promise. I love you, Cindy.
Last Edit: May 3, 2017 23:38:16 GMT -5 by bedlam316
Post by Kenneth Rodman on May 5, 2017 1:19:08 GMT -5
KENNETH RODMAN RP FOR HARDCORE MATCH
"It feels very surreal to me."
Rodman hangs his head low talking to a camera. "A few months ago I came in to GCW as a no name, a no name that made people laugh. Nowadays, people are aware of me. Not for the better." He says
Hallelujah by Leonard Cohen begins to play. "I did some things I will regret. I tried to be someone I am not." he continues, his eyes beginning to water. "I am not some tough man that can beat people, I'm just the Answer. I'm a shell of my former self. Sure that was six months ago, but that doesn't matter. I've messed up."
He looks around. "I said that I have salvaged myself. I believe I need some more salvation." He walks off, walking into a cold, smaller room. He puts his fists on the wall, and begins to cry. He gets a phone call. "Hello?"
"Hey, hey, hey!" Steve Bryant says over the phone. "I hear that if you lose tomorrow night, you're done!"
"Yeah, I may need a rest. If I win that match, I'll continue, though." Kenneth says. "Come on, man. You gotta win. I bought tickets for me and my family, and they're really good, too! You have to win it for us! I'm your guy!"
Kenneth thinks for a moment. "After all we've been through..." he says. "Until the end." Steve says. Ken smiles. "Thanks, man. I got this." he says.
ONE DAY LATER
"Kenneth Rodman, I hear that if you lose tonight, you're out of GCW. Why is this your decision?" Lola asks Ken in a GCW interview.
"I may have some soul searching to do. I'm not as good as I was. I'm winning this, for sure. Long live Ke-" he responds. He cuts himself off and shakes his head, running off.
Andrew Jordan: Anyone checked my app for approval yet?
Feb 7, 2017 12:13:34 GMT -5
Kidd West: We were waiting to see if you would join our discord chat Andrew
Feb 7, 2017 16:30:02 GMT -5
reddragon: hey is chat having trouble
Feb 14, 2017 23:36:14 GMT -5
mrleedles: chat? IDK
Feb 15, 2017 10:28:22 GMT -5
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