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| Allocco | Oct 1 2012, 07:44 PM Post #1 |
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![]() Deadline: 10.12.12 @ 11:59:59 PM EST RP Limit: 2 per Person, 2 Per Team!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Venue: Majestic Colliseum, Las Vegas, Nevada Please post your RPs within the match thread. Ten Shades of Awesome (Claire Bailey & Dawn Lohan) vs. Legion (Remy Boudreaux/Datura) vs. Xavier Magnus/Ashley Isaacs vs. Flash Silver/Comatose Note the different RP limit. Edited by Allocco, Oct 1 2012, 08:15 PM.
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| Remy | Oct 3 2012, 03:32 AM Post #2 |
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The scene opens up showing Remy at Leah's office again. Leah goes through a few notes. She looks down before looking ay Remy. Leah: Lets talk about your mother. Remy: Why? Leah wants to talk about it because Remy flat out let her die. Remy got money from the death despite he doesn't care for it. In another life maybe but no longer. Leah: I would just like to discuss it. Remy: My mother lived not a cruel life. One in which she was never proud, despite the dollars in which she rang in. Ah can sit here and talk for weeks on the days in which ah was left alone to feed myself on peanut butter or chips but ah wont do that. Leah: So you still defend your mother? Remy: Defend? No, simply rationalize. See the times in which ah live makes one see the truth through the bullshit. Leah: I see, so you think that you can see through the lies of everyone? Remy: Give the power in which ah have been granted, seeing the bullshit is the least in which ah can do. Leah: Explain. Leah sits back generally interested in Remy's explanation. Remy: The moment you have seen the end of existence, the moment in which you are face to face with the reality of death, is the moment in which you are able to see the truth. Ah have courted death and ah have accepted the seemingly worst of fates which has created a man in which you see today. Ah am eternal, ah am all in which humanity may ever wish to become. Leah looks at Remy a bit confused. She looks down on her paper before looking back at Remy. Leah: So...the moment you accept death is the moment you will live forever? Remy: To fear something is to accept defeat. Ah no longer fear death, ah embrace it and now ah have become eternal. No longer shall death creep in my bedroom, no longer shall death look over my shoulder. Myself and death have become one and we're here forever. Leah looks a bit scared as the eyes of Remy has turned into a daze. She manages to gain her composure as she rechecks her notes. Leah: So if you have become death, what happens when your loved ones “court” as I believe you stated, death? Remy: Loved ones? No room in this world for loved ones. Loved ones simply holds one back from the true potential of ones being. The moment in which ah gave myself to my darkest of demons was the moment in which ah realized that things like love and hope were things put in the minds by a God in which who was playing with puppet strings. Ya see, for those who believe in a higher power, they believe in a right way, and a wrong way. Ah believe in you. Leah is taken back by the comment. Leah: You believe in me? Remy: Ah believe in you, because ah believe you have the right to choose in what you believe. You see so many are force feed beliefs that they accept them as truth. Ah have become immune to the bullshit and the lies. No longer will ah be a sheep following in the footsteps of a God in which cares not for me. God created us as a game, a game in which he chooses to play whenever he is bored. The Devil...he embraces our true nature. The nature in which you and ah are meant for. Survival of the fittest, kill or be killed. Remy stands up from the couch. He looks at Leah who has now standed with him out of either fear or curiosity. Remy: We are savages and we are meant and made for destruction. To deny such urges will be deny the will of God. If you believe in him then you believe in the balance of power. You see God created our world only to give the Devil the advantage. We're all in limbo don't you see? God wants to pull his puppet strings and destroy our lives and expect us to forgive. The Devil? Oh, he simply wants us to be ourselves. Leah tilts her head as she has now embraced Remy's words. Leah: It's all a game? Remy: It leaves the question, as to who the real evil is chere. Shall one lie to themselves and let them be controlled or shall one embrace the nature of themselves and become one with ever lasting life? Leah actually seems moved by what Remy has said. They now stand eye to eye as the timer rings off. Remy: You don't need to say anything. Remy grabs his trench coat and opens the door before looking back at Leah who is still stunned. Remy: Ah already believe in you. The door closes. The camera tilts and shutters as it seems to be hand held. Static flutters on the screen as we see Remy in a park. He's seated on a teeter totter. He hops up a couple times as the camera's static grows. The camera then zooms into Remy. Remy: It's funny, the game children play at the park of teeter totter is nothing more than a struggle. Who has more weight going their way? Who has more leg strength? It's a game in which children are meant to enjoy yet these days it's become a game in which form a sense of humiliation. If you are good at the game then you are clearly over weight. You're fat and you're then bullied by each and every one of the kids in your class. Innocence has been erased from out existence. No longer are we allowed to let our children grow up in a world in which will leave them unexposed. Now? We expose our children to the ridicule of hate and punishment. No child should deserve such punishment but the world in which we live allows those of innocents be punished. No more, no more shall ah stand by and watch those suffer. Ah want the world to suffer but ah want it to suffer together. Ah want everyone to feel the pain in which ah felt. The pain in which Datura and Sophie felt. The pain in which your children feel that you turn a blind eye to. You see the more in which you ignore the problems the more in which they shall rise to destroy. The world shall discredit me as crazy, discredit me as inane, discredit me as drunk. But no more, no more shall my voice be unheard. Ah have seen beyond the depths of life, beyond the depths of reality. Ah have seen the truth and the truth is that we all live in a world in which hates it's own. No longer shall ah stand back and watch as those are killed and dismembered for the sake of a flag in which symbolizes hypocrisy. America isn't free, oh no, we're enslaved by the government in which that tries to make us believe in what they want. No more...no longer shall ah stand back and watch as my kind be manipulated. Remy grabs a bit of dirt and lifts it up as it runs through his fingers. The camera begins to static again. Remy: The minds of those whore call themselves educated is as fickle as dirt. Constantly does it run through your fingers and to the ground showing logic is thrown out the window and as fickle as the freedom in which this country was built upon. You all can't escape it, no matter how hard you hide, or how hard you fight, the world in which we live is going to hit you hard in the face and it's going to make you choose a side. It's going to make you choose ignorance or embrace eternal. Ah am no savior nor saint but ah am, righteous. Remy pushes aside the strands of his hair as he looks into the camera. Remy: If you people need a guide don't look towards your bibles as constantly has it let you down. Look towards me, look towards the man who speaks the truth. Look towards the man in which wants to create a better you. Look to the man in which wants to let you be everything you were meant to be. Ah am no savior but ah am righteous and ah will take everyone with me to salvation. For ah have seen the truth, in the darkness one see's the brightest of light. Anyone who argues against me shall fall. This brings me to anyone in this tag team tournament. The fear of an up-rival has grown so much in which Majestic is afraid of what we shall do. The likes of Claire Bailey and Dawn Lohan? Oh...the innocence of a child can only hold true for so long. Two females in which my previous life would ravish has now been reduced to hatred and contempt. Fact is neither of you know the true reality of humanity. The both of you shall be as naive as the day is long. For every word you speak shall be a work in which ah engrave. Ah shall engrave your stupid rhetoric in stone and grow stronger on ignorance. Then you have Xavier Magnus and Ashley Isaacs. One of which ah have defeated center of the ring 1, 2, 3. The other being a refugee from a federation in which he once called home. Remy gets off of the teeter totter as the camera statics again. As the static ends Remy is closer to the camera. Remy: Ashley, ah warned you. Ah told you truth in which you disregarded. Ah beat you down and defeated you in the center of that ring. Ah made your little insignificant title reign look like a joke. Forget the low lifes in which you have faced. You lost to Majestic's best. You lost to the single greatest entity in which Majestic has ever employed. Which means that you're going to lose again come Sunday. You are Xavier Magnus? Oh, how ah pity you. How ah feel sorry for you because the lack of talent on this roster shall grow the moment myself and Datura erase any significance of you from the world. Xavier, you may be a hero to some. You may be rich and you may be the cats meow. But the moment you enter that ring. The moment in which you are tagged in, will be the moment in which reality its. No money, no fortune, no bodyguards shall protect you. No longer shall you hide behind the castle walls. Hate and aggression holds no boundary. Remy starts to rub his hands together before tilting his head to the side. He licks his thumb before speaking. Remy: Which brings me to Flash and Comatose. Flash the hatred in which you hold for success is mind blowing. Your hatred for my trainer is justified as he's a piece of shit. However you forget one thing. You stand in protest of what? In the world in which we live we need to stand for our actions. Ah stand and ah act on the actions of general knowledge. Ah am here to create a general knowledge from the stupid. Comatose can pretend for his life that he is a ninja but the act ain't foolin' nobody. Flash can sit around and pretend perfection, and beg for daddy's approval. However daddy in my experience will only run away. The camera starts to static again as now Remy is right in front of it. Remy: You all can choose to team yourselves with anyone you like however the fate in which has fallen upon us has been secured. It doesn't matter which team comes out the winner, it doesn't matter how many people show up or download, none of it matters because the fate of you all has already been written. Tag team or not, this match will be decided by a higher power. A higher power in which ah believe in, a higher power in which believes in us. The camera starts to static again as Remy grows a smile. Remy: For every contender to Helms and Syren is a seal. When myself ans Datura defeat 3 other contenders, shall move us closer and closer to the 7th seal. The 7th seal being the defeat of the two of you. Then, shall the world in which we meant to have lived be true. Than shall us all be able to embrace eternal. Remy pulls his hair from his face before getting close to the camera. It starts to static again. Remy: Let the earth break free as the true rises through. The lies shall be known and the intentions of the world shall be known. The choice will become simple, believe in a God who wants control, or believe in a Devil in which was too perfect to exist in God's world? Remy looks down and grabs a book which is titled “Paradise Lost”. He smiles a bit as the camera statics. Remy: Popular poems viewed by the masses. Lucifer was sent to hell for spite and jealousy. He was simply too damn good for heaven in which he created a threat for anyone who wanted the throne. So ah leave you wondering, whose side are you on? The true, or the puppeteer? The static has become insane. The face of Remy is barely seen only his lips. Remy: The war for survival is upon us. Everyone in this tag match has the option of delaying the war. But be aware that the war will only delay, not end. Ah will ensure that the seals shall be broken and the moment they are, each one of you will holds things like titles and wrestling incompetent. 3 seals will be broken on Salvation, and when Heaven is Hell...you shall all see the truth of eternal. Heaven is Hell shall see the 7th seal be broken and you all shall see what ah see. Until then, you all shall wait for the truth. You all shall wait for us to defeat any challengers. You may be talented, hell, you may even be good. But the fate has been drawn in the sand. The seals will be broken and ah shall witness the global eternal of life. If you want to stand in my way then you shall burn with the sinners and the so called saints. As the truth is a giant mistake in which a higher power fed you. The seals SHALL be broken. Believe me now, or believe me when I beat you...I know the future....forever more. Remy extends his arms as the static goes out. |
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| Claire Bailey | Oct 7 2012, 08:38 PM Post #3 |
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RP 1 of 1 :: Building a Bomb, Chapter 3: "Wow... What An Awesome Party" :: Click Here to Read |
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| Isaacs | Oct 9 2012, 07:54 PM Post #4 |
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Time an' time again... Am brought full tilt back to the question that plagued me from the moment a started makin' waves in Simcoe and then in Majestic Wrestlin' after David Helms scouted mi and subsequently convinced me to sign on the dotted line... Was it really worth stayin' on the path of the straight and narrow just to settle mi conscience when it came to either doin' the right thing fer me and perhaps doin' the right thing fer mi career if recent events were anythin' to go by! Case in point, this whole bullshit deal that went down in the run up to Legacy, ya know, the nonsense with Thomas Anderson gettin' a metaphorical atomic wedgie all because a decided to start mi Majestic career as a meant it to go on... With the chance to show miself and all the fans out there that someone in the world has the integrity to choose right from wrong even if the rewards fer choosin' the latter were greater than rollin' with the former. From that point, the knob insisted on makin' life difficult fer me... Convincin' weak minded pricks to jump me then threaten disciplinary action when a retaliated... Havin' his goon squad stick their collective noses in mi business when it suited em... And more besides! Now when it came down to it; Dawn Lohan, Claire Bailey and Ian McKinnon did mi proud and fought like their careers depended on it... Which to be honest could have been the case! In theory that should have been the be all and end all to this whole fuckin' charade with members of the roster playin' up because everythin' wasn't handed to em on a gold platter... But wouldn't ya just know it... It wasn't! Instead of Richard Clark's rule being accepted by the ass hats that failed to seal the deal at Legacy fer their patron, Saint Anderson... Half of that team then decide to keep the bond intact that Thomas forged... AND teamin' up with that delusional knob Remy Boudreaux to once again... Make a statement... A know, it surprised me too! NOT... This time though, they specifically targeted the people who are carryin' the company on their shoulders... The Champions. Yeah, that's right... This time, they decided to beat the fuck outta David Helms... Zoe Sperlin'... Daniel Telmah... And o' course... ME! In spite of the fact they beat us down... They kicked the shit out of mi... With the threat of em doin' worse... They really expected me to gift that uppity bitch Datura a shot at mi belt... The belt that a literally bled, sweat and... Fought like a fuckin' demon to not only win but then retain in the Hell of mi own makin'... The Bunkhouse Brawl...! What on Earth did they think would happen...? The kid that has been through so much up to this point... Bowing down in fear of a trio that deserve fuck all if this is how they do things! Yeah... Mi faith in doin' the right thing was bein' tested after Salvation and so a maybe needed to insist on talkin' to Hannah after all... Otherwise a don't think anyone on the roster would appreciate what wa' gonna happen to the Brady Bunch next week when a got mi hands on em... All a do know is that pardonin' the cliché... It wouldn't be pretty! That bein' said... Takin' Salvation out of the equation, things in mi personal life were a bit haywire fer a totally different and more bizarre reason. When lookin’ fer our home away from home, Roxy jumped on a mistake that the estate agent made in referring to us as Mr and Mrs Isaacs and then popped the question... a think... the reason am not too sure bein’ that since that moment when we were inspectin’ the house fer it’s suitability; Rox hasn’t even said a word about the whole thing, and if am honest, a think a prefer it that way! Not that a don’t love her or anythin’ like that... it’s just that a wanted to get settled in an’ established in Majestic before a made any long term plans... and now that’s happened to some degree... the reality was kinda scary fer mi! After checkin’ out a new place fer Claire as she insisted on not bein’ ‘under our feet’... a left her to deliberate over which one was best and went back to see if Rox wanted to do somethin’. With me bein’ all over the shop with what was happenin’ in Majestic, she had nominated herself to do most of the handiwork around the house. Now am not chauvinistic or anythin’... but a really should have paid attention to her when she said she had learnt how to be a modern day independent woman when her ex up sticks and left... she worked wonders on the place that was already impressive enough as it was! But the state of the house dropped from mi head as a walked through the wrought iron gates that Roxy considered endearin’ and frowned as a saw Roxy’s ten year old son Connor stood around kickin’ at some of the gravel. Lookin’ toward the house fer a moment, a smile as I approach the kid. “Alright mate?” a say in a casual manner even though a was wonderin’ what the hell was goin’ on... he very rarely went outside, let alone stood outdoors doin’ very little like he was now! He shakes his head without lookin’ up at me which was also very strange as he normally couldn’t wait to talk mi ear off about one thing or another when a got back from mi travels fer the day. “Not really, Ashley” he murmured before goin’ back to his monotonous activity. A kneel down and try to make eye contact with him, that proves to be extremely difficult before speakin’ to him... or at him as the case ended up. “What’s up Connor?” a say, not disguising the suspicion in mi voice now as a get the feelin’ summat bad’s gone down in the time that it took me to go house shoppin’ with mi sister. He doesn’t say anythin’ fer a while and a feel guilty that fer just a split second a wanted to shake him and get some immediate answers! “It’s my dad... he somehow tracked us down after we left to come with you and he’s yelling and shouting some stuff... mom told me to come out here and play... probably so that I wouldn’t hear the arguments” he finally explained as I immediately get to mi feet, driven to action by the fact that the woman a love could be in danger from a knob that she obviously had no problems runnin’ away from in the first place. A could see him go to follow mi, obviously galvanised by the fact it looked as if a was gonna toss this guy out on his arse; and immediately hold a halting hand out to him. “Stop out here mate... I’ll go make sure ya mum’s alright, yeah?” a promise as he reluctantly nods and a walk through the massive oaken door. Immediately mi ears pick up the sound of a heated argument from the kitchen area, one male and one female which tells me whereabouts they were and save mi the trouble of tearin’ round the house lookin’ fer em. Walkin’ to the threshold of the kitchen, a can see Roxy; as fiery as ever, tellin’ this guy about himself and if it was any other situation, a would probably be proud of how she wasn’t backin’ down... but this was neither the time nor the place fer it, and I immediately make mi presence known to the two who were obviously so embroiled in their spat that they had no idea was stood right there. “Alright mate... can I help ya?” a say, directin’ the question at him, and fer the first time since I entered the house, they both shut their mouths and look dumbfounded at mi. Roxy looked to mi with a bewildered expression her face just as the guy she was arguin’ with turns to look at mi... I have time to wonder what the hell she saw in this ugly mug before he starts shootin’ off at the mouth to me as well. “So you’re the kid she’s shacked up with... typical” he sneers as mi eyes widen in shock at this short and podgy man bein’ so abrupt with me in spite of my bein’ quietly confident a could snap him like a fuckin’ twiglet. “Excuse me?!” a say as am quite sure he wouldn’t have been stupid enough to take someone on like me if he could help it. He curls his lip as he looks me up and down before lookin’ back to Roxy. “You always did know how to pick them didn’t you... sweetheart? Young and impressionable so that they will buy all of the BS that you feed them without question!” he sneers as he looks directly at mi girlfriend at this point before his gaze comes back to me. “Now I suppose she has spun you some kind of lie about my being a tyrant or something, am I right kid?” he says rather cockily, and that alone pisses me off! Resisting the urge to act on my initial impulse to snap the guys neck, a look to Roxy, hopin’ she could spread some light on the situation fer mi cos at the moment a was just doin’ all a could to not see red. She just shakes her head as a decide to not even wait fer her to explain and step toward him. Clenchin’ mi fists a grit my teeth for a good few moments before gainin’ the willpower to just talk to him. “Listen here pal... fer a start... am not a kid, alright? Second of all, it’s nothin’ to do with you what she has and hasn’t told me, yeah?” a snarl as he smirks and then shakes his head. And just when a didn’t think a could be any angrier than I already was, he goes and proves to mi that isn’t the case. It was as if I hadn’t even spoken when he responds to what a just said... or not as the case was in this instance. “Lonely woman looking for company... that special someone that would do right by her and the little brat?” he announces as am a minute moment away from throttlin’ the bastard. “Shut the Hell up Brad! That’s enough; he’s your son for Christ’s sake! How could you speak about him that way?!” Roxy intervened as a once again look to her with shock and surprise in equal measures. A simply look to ‘Brad’ now as he shrugs his shoulders and shakes his head. “Wouldn’t surprise me if he wasn’t my kid to be honest... I always said that he didn’t have any of the characteristics similar to my side of the family... I guess you just couldn’t keep your panties up, just like before when some rich guy came along!” he sneered as a finally snapped to the point a couldn’t stand back and remain calm anymore! Quicker than he could even comprehend defendin’ himself, a wrap mi hand around his neck and slam him onto the unforgivin’ table that we had not long since bought. In that moment as a looked down into his splutterin’ fat fuck of a face, a couldn’t help but be amused by the fact that even with all the considerable weight of this man thrown onto the table; it didn’t even budge... value fer money if I ever did see it! Gazin’ into his bulgin’ eyes, a lean in real close so he could hear me in spite of all the strugglin’ that was goin’ on. “Listen here sunshine... ya say one more bad thing about mi fiancée like that again and am gonna knock you the fuck out, ya piece of shit. GOT IT?!” A snarl as his flounderin’ starts to lessen and a think he finally realised a wasn’t lettin’ go. Moments later, he simply nods and a go to lift his neck from the table before slammin’ his head down on it again. “Now get the fuck outta here pal and leave both Roxy and Connor alone!” a finish before all but flingin’ him off the table and holdin’ onto his throat fer long enough fer him to gain a clumsy form of footin’. It was interestin’ to see that Roxy made no effort to stop mi from chokin’ the life outta her kids dad but when he said stuff bang out of order about the boy... it shouldn’t have surprised me, Claire was almost like a daughter to me as well as mi sister and a know just what it felt like when family is disrespected like that... nothin’ else in the world matters. Once Pillsbury Dough Boy had regained his colour, he rubbed at his neck as he backed off out of the kitchen and through into the hallway where I had emerged before pointin’ shakily at me. “You’ll see that she will suck you dry, friend... and then you will wish you listened to me... because now I’m going to have you locked away like the dangerous animal you are buddy!” he vowed before trippin’ up somehow. A go to give him a hand leavin’ the house when Roxy finally reacts and grips mi hand before pullin mi toward her. Lookin’ deep into her eyes now, a don’t even need to hear her say the words to see that she was tellin’ me to leave him be... and though a wanted to do anythin’ but leave the knob alone after his episode... a did as a know she wanted and wrapped my arms around her, leanin’ into the kiss that we both knew was needed. After what seemed like an eternity, our lips disconnected and a was still starin’ into her gorgeous eyes when Connor emerged from the doorway. “Um... Is everything okay mom? I saw dad go away in a huff and he looked mighty cheesed off!” he asked as a look first to Roxy and then to Connor before a feel his mothers breathin' slow down enough from the action earlier. “It’s fine honey... Ashley came back just in time so that your father couldn’t harass me anymore... and after the warning that Ash gave him... I don’t think he will be coming back anytime soon...” Roxy explained to her little boy as she then looked into my eyes and a knew that I would have to wait fer any sort of explanation fer what the guy wanted and exactly how he found our house especially with us livin’ out of suitcases fer a good while. The reporters words come back to haunt me as a realise they strangely collaborated Dough Boys story down to a tee if it was to be believed... and a didn’t want to believe it one bit... a loved this woman more than a could ever imagine lovin’ someone else... and to think that she would do anythin’ of the sort to me... it didn’t bear thinkin’ about... not one bit... A go to get a shower and that was when a heard the sirens and swear under mi breath so that the kid doesn’t hear mi... looks like ol’ Brad wasn’t bluffin’ at all when he said he was gonna get mi locked up... a just hoped that after a dealt with the feds... a never saw him again because a sore neck would be the least of his worries when it take his whole fuckin’ head off! ----====---- Just as a start the recordin’ and step back, a start applaudin’ sarcastically. “Bravo... Bra-fuckin’-vo mate! How does it feel Remy... to know that one of the most eagerly anticipated Main Events in this companies storied history... was marred by the fact that yer a chicken shit that can’t fight yer own battles?! A could imagine yer face though that even though the assault by the fuckin’ walkin’ disease squad still couldn’t ensure ya a victory ya was gunnin’ for... imagine that... lil ol’ me kickin’ out of yer pinfall attempt after takin’ a vicious chairshot eh? Am not a veteran of the Bunkhouse Brawl fer nothin’ mate... a don’t waste mi breath talkin’ about it fer nowt ya know! What happened to all the bravado that ya had when ya assaulted four people one after the other upon forming your band of pussies... both literally and figuratively by the fact that your testes must have dropped off a long time ago pal if that display out there was anythin’ to go by! The three of ya were so confident that ya could do what ya pleased... when ya pleased and that once ya beat miself, David, Zoe an’ Daniel down... that the company would be yours fer the takin’ due to the fact that we would all be cowerin’ like scalded dogs... afraid to hit back at the big bad Legion...” A chuckle. “Well guess what... WE DID! And I even brought reinforcements after wisely realisin’ that as much as a can look after miself... three against one... not the best of odds even fer me... So enter a man a see a lot of miself in... Xavier Magnus... the Son Of Zeus no less... and ya see where am comin’ from... I have to say that a dig what this man brings to the table and though a was reluctant to seek help in this company to begin with... a know that havin’ a man like Xavier on board... well let’s say that a wouldn’t want to be Legion right now... in fact, to put it in its most simple form... when it comes to him... a would rather be by his side... than in his sights, because where does that leave you knob jockeys now huh? Lookin’ down the barrel of a primed and ready machine on Salvation... a machine that’s lookin’ to tear ya the fuck apart Remy... so congratulations! A might not like the cut of Shawn Winter’s cloth one bit fer the fact that he didn’t even reprimand ya fer yer bullshit actions... all three of ya in fact... but on the other hand... I’ve never been one to rely on authority figures to dole out just desserts when I have my own bare hands to do it... and do it till I say so! It’s a shame really... because after havin’ signed Datura’s Death Warrant at Heaven Is Hell... ya were lookin’ so well... lookin’ to then have yer careers shortened by pittin’ any two of ya against Notorious fer the tag titles... and then they had an even better idea that gave me the opportunity to show ya what a can do when the chains are released from me... A think ya should have sat this one out Remy... a really do, because as its obvious yer the mouthpiece fer this freakshow... am gonna take some advice that mi dad gave me when a was young... and warp it a little... am not just gonna smack ya in the face mate... oh no... Am gonna drive mi foot so far down yer throat you’ll be pissin’ bootlaces Remy!” Mi breathin’ starts to come out ragged now as a remember how if it weren’t fer Xavier and Notorious comin’ out to the ring... what Legion would have done in their bid to make me their example again. “It’s gonna be difficult to focus on the other more than talented teams in this mate, when you and yer bitch are already gonna be puffin’ out yer chests and preenin’ about the loss a suffered, once again after it took three people to not only put me out... but put me out fer a good three count as a just kept comin’ back didn’t I? So keep tellin’ yerself that the same thing is gonna happen come Salvation... keep tellin’ yerself and ya might eventually start believin’ the bile yer tryin’ to spew... The people don’t need a self proclaimed God to look to in times like these mate... they need someone that has an unflinchin’ sense of right and wrong... the desire to build on top of what Majestic already has to make it a better place... not someone to burn the fucker down, Remy! There’s no denyin’ what you’ve done in the past... but the way yer carryin’ yerself now is exactly why our champion is a fuckin’ CLOWN, Remy... remember that... in spite of the sort of champion ya think I am... at least when the chips were down.. a didn’t lose mi belt to a circus sideshow... and why break the habit of a lifetime now ya mention it and a think of yer tag partner in this thing... Datura, love... was a supposed to be impressed by what you’ve done? Presumably as a statement of intent as much as showin’ just how much punishment ya can dole out?” A shake mi head slightly as if in answer to the question a just asked. “You have all the talent in the world pickle... so why lump yerself in with a selfish brat like Sophie and a manipulative bastard like Remy who will drop you the minute ya outlive yer usefulness... don’t believe me? Trust me when a say I’ve seen it happen before with a character just like ‘Ol’ Remy and yerself... the dotin’ follower... cos that’s what you’ve been reduced to since Richard took over, isn’t it... you were so dead set on gettin’ the shots you thought yerself entitled to that ya became complacent and then boom! It was all over and ya was left wonderin’ what to do... yer a diamond in the rough love... and just like am gonna do come Heaven Is Hell... Xavier and I are gonna have to snuff out yer delusions of grandeur and perhaps help craft the person you COULD be if ya just get the hell away from people like Remy and Sophie who are quite feasibly usin’ a woman like you as the muscle! Listen to his words in particular and tell me am wrong love?! Tell me there is a point where he acknowledges that THE TWO of you are gonna run rampant through this competition as opposed to the various things he claims HE is going to do... Oh until he finally remembers you at the end of his diatribe...” Hopin’ mi point gets through into her thick skull, a don’t delay anymore in talkin’ to the other two teams in this thing... one of them am much more familiar with than the other as it happened. “Ten Shades Of Awesome... A should have expected no less of an epic name fer a team that consists of two ridiculously talented women that I had the honour of teamin’ with at Legacy to help bring in the Clark Era to Majestic Wrestlin’... a knew it wouldn’t be long before the two of ya embarked on furtherin’ yer ‘legacies’ as it happens... but what a didn’t know is that said journey would bring the two of ya together! Girls... first off, it was an honour and a pleasure leadin’ yer team in such a high stakes match and can say straight off the bat that whatever happens... mi respect fer either of ya won’t waver at all. Claire... A know even without yer words that ya hold the Camaraderie close to yer heart given that it was the first title ya ever won... right? So a know that whereas the fight is gonna be anythin’ but clean where The Legion, Flash or Comatose are concerned... given that the amount of integrity they each have could be etched on a one pence coin and still have room fer the whole content of the Bible Remy ridicules so much; Ten Shades will bring the competition that Notorious are prayin’ for... That Xavier and I are prayin’ for... and that restores mi faith in the match we’re about to go headlong into!” A rub mi chin a little as a think of the challenge that these two pose at the same time as keepin’ the good name of Majestic alive. “Dawn... it could very well be the time fer ya to get the belt back that Notorious now hold and ironically took from ya when Datura decided to half arse her efforts when it came to defendin’ all just because she was a little grumpy about the bond you and Brittany have that she never would... and so can imagine yer still not done with her in that respect love... but am ready fer the challenge a hungry and gifted team like yours poses... unlike the joke of one that Flash Silver and Comatose do... one doesn’t give a fuck about anything’ other than linin’ his pockets... and the other... well, he likes to talk about himself... a lot... no fuckin’ surprise there really with the likes of Remy and Sophie in the spotlight fer all the wrong reasons... A happen to know that Xavier has a particularly big bone to pick with ya Flash and it’s gonna be like Christmas comin’ early to that man! Do ya think that ya can stay long enough... and actually stop whingin’ about Shawn fer long enough to take the beatin’ like a man? And Comatose... come on mate... am sceptical yer gonna even stick around fer the whole match so jus’ be prepared to take the consequences of what ya greed brings ya mate... enough said!” A pace back and forth before decidin’ to wrap this thing up. Takin’ a breath, a stare intently at the camcorder. “Xavier and I... we’re ready to bring the fight like never before... and to show that this thing isn’t about destiny... about seals... about people flappin’ their gums... it’s about the team that can combine teamwork with sheer ability! But most of all... it’s about showin’ that yer capable of puttin’ yer trust in another person to the point where they have your back come rain or shine... Last Salvation showed me that even moments after us strikin’ up a partnership, the Son Of Zeus is as hungry as I am to make a significant impact... Now it’s time fer me to return the favour! All be ready fer a hard night because the beast’s are gonna be let off the chain!” |
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| xdpk | Oct 9 2012, 10:09 PM Post #5 |
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ooc: longest rp in awhile... good luck folks except sean he sucks A lightening bolt streaks across the screen. FLASH-AH! We go to a news room setting we see the wrestling miracle the savior of the entire sport Flash Silver the man that could have a five star match he sits at the news desk sitting up proudly with a cheesy smile on his face and wearing an expensive grey suit with a matching fedora on his head. Flash: Ladies gentlemen i am Flash Silver and yes I am a miracle. And your welcome for saving the entire industry from the medicroity of sports entertainment. As seen on Salvation which the name was even more fitting this week because i was wrestling salvation. Who else could have a match that good with what i was working with the answer? NO ONE. So welcome to the news on tonights broad cast I am not going to sugar coat things i am not going to buttering so everything slips into exactly where every one wants it to go. I'm not here to please any one but myself. Flash turns a piece of paper glancing at it the same way any news reporter would Flash:So this week our illustrious powers that be have decided to put me in a comraderie title shot match with... Calvan- No Comatose. Now looking at mr. greene i mean Comatose and myself from a disnrance one couldnt pick a more bizarrre team. He makes botching moves seem like its as natural as breathing. Me I am in ring perfection I have never botched a move in my entire career i have never made one mistake one mistep and you know what i dont plan on making one. its not even about getting hit with another move its about executing each and every move of my own to perfection. So what could possibly connect the two of us. The man who trained us both Cidnay Turner the greatest SCW Champion clearly when Cid was training comatose he was either not really paying attention. incredibly drunk or just training him in what not to do as if it were what to do. No matter what Cid meant when he was training Comatose I have faith that he is comptent enough for me to carry him to a win on salvation and then the comdradrie titles at heaven is hell. It will be easy because with in that moronic facade is a fragment of greatness a fragment of the greatness that is the greatest SCW Champon of all time Cid Turner. Because of that we will win those titles because that i will drag comatose up the pillars of greatness. Flash: The evidence is there in Comatose's us title reign in SCW. He showed a hint of the potential of being trained by Cid turner. Others that had the influence of my mentor achieved even greater greatness those two being James Exeter and Matt Hodges they were cid's followers members of team turner both won the taking hold of the flame battle royal. A match that happens but once a year a match that i will admit is one of the greatest goals of my career, One that the majestic fan base will look back on and smile smile that they had a glimpse of my pure unadultred greatness before it even began... This is the prelude of that greatness right here right now.That is the truth that is the honest to god truth why not go to SCW first you may wonder.. WHY? Because the current SCW Champion is right here in majestic right now. The interm champion is in majestic right now and when i beat them that will only further underline my greatness. That will further puncuate not just my legacy but the legacy of Cid Turner. My goal is to over shadow my mentor. but thats besides the point i almost feel like the bond villian that annouces his master plan...maybe thats me but i am villian to only one set group and that is the world of sports entertainment i plan on destroying sports entertainment i plan on ripping the cancerous tumors from the very core of this businness with my bare hands. I am going to kill this era of this industry by becoming its greatest star. Flash goes silent for a moment. Flash: In sports Xavier Magnus actually won a match there are reports that hell has frozen over. Other reports are that pigs are flying and that a leperchaun was spotted with a giant pot of gold and promptly beaten to death. Also Xavier Magnus has apparently formed an alliance of super good guys with ashley issacs the goal to help Xavier stop sucking more then any other wrestler on the majestic roster sadly he will continue to suck on Salvation when i effortlessly beat him and his idiot partner along with all the other idiots in that clusterfark of a match. Flash: In other news Shilo Valiant continues to be one of the worst champions this company has seen and what not to expect from SCW raft. He was scheduled to face Dawn that didnt happen. now i guess you were showing the majestic fan base mercy because did they really want to hear a long draw out promo about you dry humping plastic skeletons and having tea partys with plastic bats.babbling on about how you are here to entertain the audience. Your closer to being a run of the mill birthday party clown then an actual wrestler. But this is our champion this is the man we are all suppose to want to be like to be on his level. This is also the man who decided to skip town while he was the regining SCW champion. You used parlour tricks to win the Premier title. You didnt out wrestle that idiot Remy you out smarted a moron congratulations but the time will come when you will step in the ring with a real wrestler with a miracle. With the savior of the universe and that is me Shilo I will face you eventual Shilo and I will beat you in the middle of the ring and prove that on any day of the week Wrestling beats sports entertainment. You can talk all you want about entertaining but i dont care if the "sports entertainment" fans are bored out of theyre minds I dont care if they pass out because im not here to catter to them i am not here to please them. Flash: So the man our fearless champion faces this week is MV Lopez probably the most decorated tag team champion in SCW history...in singles.... not so good but i guess if your going to feed some one too the cowardly lion of a champion you might as well feed a foriegner atleast he wont have much sympathy going for him. you know with everyone just pretty much assuming he's a terrorist. No one really likes a terrorist especially a french one so shilo is in a pretty safe postion to have the mindless hordes mindlessly cheer him. much safer then he would have been facing the cute sweet innocent blonde virgin. that one was really in the whole puppys in a wood chipper territory. And no entertainer wants to be booed especially some one who considers themselves the greatest sports entertainer in the world. So fight off the terrorist threat Shilo but eventually I will be coming for you and it will be sports entertainent vs wrestling and i will single handidly destroy sports entertainment.i Will save each and every wrestling fan the world over. Shilo your only going to be able to hide for so long. go ahead underestimate e think of me as the new kid thats gunning for the top gun. And maybe i wouldnt do this if i saw some one on this roster that could achieve the goal of destroying sports entertainent. Flash: Remy failed to retain the title and thats why we're in this mess in the first place. Does Hiro Tanaka stand a chance probably not. so who does that leave Syren? yea right like a woman would be a step up from a from Shilo. That would be a step in the wrong direction a direction i dont want to go in. Helms failed to get back the scw title countless times since he lost the title i seriously doubt he will be able to get his paws on the majestic title.He wont and the rest of the rag tag lot of a roster they dont stand a chance either that leaves only one person that leaves only one person that can execute a miracle of this magnitude and that is me... So Shilo watch out...your clock its ticking ticking down and eventually the alarm will sound and that will be the alarm that is me getting my shot at you and then me destroying sports entertainment... Flash: And Remy- Katelyn: Lets give this whole angry ranting thing a break and focus on something hot and awesome...ME Katelyn says as the camera moves to her she is wearing a red dress that seems ore suitable for some awards show instead of a news cast, Flash: No no one wants to hear from you your voice is shrill and annnoying. your pretty much an example of everything thats wrong with this business. Katelyn: Dont you know exactly what to say to make a girl feel good. Flash: Your an idiot and you should be use to being treated by garbage wasnt that your whole deal when you were Chad Evan's lackey. And Porno lad before that arent you living with Katie steward as her maid or something? Katelyn:I'm not her maid.... And where are all your title belts? i mean im the reigning x-class champion for two years now have you held a title for two years? Flash: If you dont have the belt your not the champion. Katelyn: You mean this belt? Katelyn says pulling the IWC X-Class title over her shoulder and smiling like a perky school girl. Flash: The IWC has been dead for two years Katelyn: Yet im the one with a title and your the one babbling about a title match that your not in when your in a contenders match for a completley different title. Your in a comradrie title contenders match not a premier contenders match. Your not in this alone you have a partner youd think youd be looking to your manager who held the SCW tag titles. Flash: And lost them promptly. Katelyn: Its one thing to be to the dance its another to never even get an invite. Flash: ARGH this is suppose to be about me your my valet your jump is to look hot hold down the middle rope maybe give the nimrods a little peep show. Distract an opponent so i can excute a well timed small package or inside cradle. You are not my guiding light or any sort of inspiration you are a tool for me to use to get exactly what i want and that is too the very top of majestic. it is the mountain i am destined to scale and you are but a rock that i will step on my way to the top. Katelyn: You sound like a friggin super villian. What you should be saying is that "Your going to technically dismantle each and every one in the ring on salvation" or something along those lines as it goes with your whole wrestling purist thing you go going. Then talk about each of your opponents not an entirely different match on the show that has you more interested then the one your in. What are you house? do you think you can only take matches that you deem interesting or something? Flash: I didnt think of that but i really should...and katelyn your totally ruining the whole news show vibe thing i was going for. Katelyn: Oh...yea i was suppose to do the weather wasnt i? Flash: Well duh Katelyn: Ok... let me get us back on track... Katelyn takes a deep breathe adjusts herself and then pulls a metallic pointer and points it at the blue screen behind her which transitions to a standard news weather screen. Katelyn: Alright first we have a storm front coming from the east but by the time it hits vegas it will become a light drizzle much like the momentum of legion sure they think they are all big tough and scary with theyre backstage assaults on random people. well maybe not so much random as people with supposed power with titles within majestic. But that powers weakness will be shown for all to see come Salvation with Legion will fall just like two other teams to y team of Comatose and The man with me right now the miracle wrestling salvation himself Flash Silver. And after Heaven is hell they will be the majestic comradrie champions. That my dear flash is how you use both the theme and the match your actually going to be in. Not some match that isnt going to happen for sure. Flash: It was me talking about my plans as a whole not just to coming week or ppv. But my plans as awhole with in majestic. Katelyn: Newsflash Flash hehe flash news...great pun but anyways newsflash every one wants to be the top guy or be it girl every one wants to be the best there is nothing special or unique about that idea. And dont you think winning the comradrie titles would actually help you with your goals. Holding a title usually does ean your eligible for other title shots. Flash: But Comatose is an idiot and hardly worthy of the honor of being my tag team partner. Katelyn: you already said that youll win the titles with Him am i the only one thats paying attention to what any one is saying? Flash: I know what i said i just mean id rather be fighting for myself then having to drag along comatose. Katelyn: Hes won titles you havent its hardly like your having to drag him along if anything its the other way around. Flash: Did you know some times i want to hit you...in the face...with anything...but prefably hard...like a metal m.a.s.k lunch box...or a iron cow statue....repeatidly.... katelyn: i love it when you talk dirty. Flash: I want to bury you in a thousand tons of broken glass....and then jump up and down on it just to make sure your crushed throughly. Katelyn: And I love you too flash. Flash: Love i dont love you i dont even like you i pay you so your like a prostitute valet...or something. Katelyn: Yes and not nearly enough since i just saved this carwreck of a promo you know you really are a horrible entertainer no wonder you hate sports entertainment. you are not in the slightest bit entertaining me i am a cornucopia of entertainment not only am i incredibly hot but also witty... and i got a great mind for the business i mean you work under two world champions you pick up things. you pick up things like how to take an opponent apart not just in the ring frankly i never got a handle of that no i mean in the head i mean the mind gaes i mean pushing peoples buttons so you can control the tempo. and i know how to do that yes i do hiring me was probably the best career move you could make. Look at your opponents legion they think they have this match already won YEA RIGHT! Claire Bailey and Dawn Lohan like the virgin and the irish skank have a chance. they both won the comradrie titles before or something not that i even care about the past what i care about is the future what i care about is your future flash. Xavier Magnus and Ashley Issacs? Besides obviously being overly concerned with legion and magnus's whole sucking big balls problem they have no chance of beating the team of flash and comatose its like catching lightening in a bottle its not going to happen. This match is a grand stepping stone for the team of Katelyns angels a step on the way to greatness.. Flash: Ya im sure your big mouth will lead to me and comatose winning the comradarie titles..And wait a second Katelyns Angels what the hell i didnt agree to that team name. Katelyn: Good you agree with me well thats all for the news do tune into Salvation to see the dawning of a new age in tag team wrestling as the next comradarie tag team champions make theyre debut and completely annhilate the competition. she says completly ignoring flash. Flash: I didnt agree! Katelyn: Well thats all from me Katelyn Buehler and my assistant Flash Silver one half of the next Comradrie champions. Flash: Im not your assistant god damnit... Katelyn: Good night. Flash: You dont get the last word i do i was suppose to be the anchor man not you. Katelyn: Anchor woman...and Good night! Flash: No I get to say it Good- Katelyn: Good night. scene fades to black with flash having an incredibly frustrated expression on his face and katelyn smiling happily. -fin- |
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| randys world | Oct 11 2012, 09:51 AM Post #6 |
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Dawn Lohan was worried. Not about her wrestling career, she feels her career was just taking off. In a company not relevant to Majestic she won her first singles championship, the Fever Championship, against a muti-time Undisputed Champion. Back in Majestic she proved to the world, especially her arch rival Datura, she was made for prime time by scoring the deciding pin fall for Team Clark, leading to the dismissal of Anderson. Nope, her worries were focused on Supreme Championship Wrestling, the object of her worry? “The Hell Cat” Regan Street. She sparked a friendship with the fiery young woman through twitter. She became smitten with Regan because of her iron clad confident attitude; she portrayed a genuine confidence not found in a lot wrestlers in the business. The confidence, the adamantium belief in self was what Dawn Lohan wished she could possess. In light of Dawn winning tag team gold in two different companies, her confidence flagged from time to time. Regan is a different story. Not once has Dawn seen Regan waver from her iron clad self belief. Her confidence alone was what entangled Dawn in Regan's hellish web. But unexpected circumstance happened. A week after Dawn amazed the Majestic world she watched on as her best friend fail to capture the SCW Women's Championship. Regan became a ghost on Twitter. She didn't answer the cell phone. Dawn needed to see if she was ok so she rushed over to Regan's Malibu beach house to find her special lady planted on the couch rewatching her failure from Apocalypse. There were cut out pictures spread out on her coffee table. Regan's face was brimming with evil plans for the women she couldn't beat. The scene was too much for Dawn to bare. Lucky for the youngest Lohan sister she had experience dealing with Brittany's obsessive behavior. There was nothing Regan could say or do to push her away. And she tried, oh, Regan tried. Complained about Dawn failing to call first. Screamed at her to go away. In light of Regan's hell cat fury Dawn stood her ground. With one well placed hug Dawn could feel the anger swelling in Regan dim... dim enough where Regan stopped refusing Dawn's help. She left the Malibu beach house to pick up some food from the grocery store to stock Regan's empty refrigerator. Regan could deny being obsessed with planting Marina Trent's head on a pike as much as she wanted. Dawn knew better. Dealing with Brittany all her life gave her the “dealing with obsessive people” one zero one manual. She arrived at a Super Stop & Shop. She could take as much time as she wanted, giving Regan a little more time alone wasn't a bad idea. By the time she arrived back to Regan's beach house she hoped Regan grew tired of rewatching her failure. Unlikely. A young girl could hope. Dawn pushed the shopping cart to the pasta section. Knowing Regan like she did, she knew she'd enjoy linguini with clam sauce. She was itching for the chance to fix Regan one of her favorite meals for weeks, due to her hectic wrestling schedule she hasn't had the time too. That day she did, she felt Regan needed her in the worst way. Regan would be hard pressed admit that, the Hell Kat is a strong proud woman, another personality trait Dawn liked about her. She grabbed the linguini. She dropped the linguini into the shopping cart. She was going to push the cart to the Baking Needs section. She wasn't paying attention to her surrounding as she accidently bumped her cart into a near by cart. “Oh. I'm sooo sorry.” The crashing carts caught the attention of a little old lady. She turned around, noticing her shopping cart was one cintermeter removed from it's original spot. “No need to apologize.” The little old lady said with a charming smile. “I was careless.” Dawn wasn't consciences of the old lady studying her mannerisms. Deciding enough silence had pasted between them, the old lady spoke to Dawn like a grandmother would her own granddaughter. “You look distracted my dear.” Dawn blushed, embarrassed that her internal thoughts could be read so easily. “That obvious?” The old lady smiled back. Dawn found it rare meeting people who showed any semblance of niceness. She wasn't going to receive much from a wrestling business polluted by sharks, vultures, and con artist. Whenever Dawn did run into a nice person she thanked God for showing He was still in control of the universe. She laxed up. She returned the old lady's kindness with a smile of her own. “I'm super worried about a friend of mines. She's going through a really really rough stretch.” “My dear.” The old lady grabbed Dawn's hands. Staring into the old woman's worldly eyes set her initial nervousness at ease. “your friend is lucky to have a sweet friend like you in her life.” Dawn shrugged. “I'd like the think so.” The old lady fired back sternly. “Don't down yourself my dear.” Dawn bowed her head. “I can't help it. I'm no angel by any stretch. I have my faults just like everyone else, she is under the impression I'm too good for her. That's totally not true. I'm one of God's children just like her. I try and try to get closer to her just for her to push me away. It's not right. I'm soo soo sorry. You don't even know me and..” The old lady cut down off. “No need to apologize for being in love, my dear.” Dawn's head snapped up. Was the old lady psychic too? For several weeks she had been reflecting on the nature of her feelings for Regan Street. Being possessed by these strong feelings for a woman was completely new for her. She accepted she was attracted to Regan physically, and that she couldn't imagine her life without her, that the thought of not waking up next to Regan was worse then losing a wrestling match. But love? Does that equate to the four letter word Regan is afraid of? Dawn shook her head. “Love? Who said anything about love?” The old lady snickered. “The twinkle in your eye doesn't lie.” “So what should I do?” The old lady squeezed Dawn's hands. “Patience, my dear. Patience. Your friend has been through a lot?” “Yes.” “She's going to need you more then ever. Takes some longer to see the light. Trust me, she know you're a very special young woman. I can tell.” Dawn didn't think twice about hugging the old lady. She was so overwhelmed with gratitude it didn't occur to her in the moment hugging a complete total stranger was against every social norm. She didn't care. She needed to express her gratitude. To Dawn's surprise the old lady hugged her back. “Thank you. Thank you very much. I really really needed to hear that. I really need to finish shopping.” “Good luck.” Dawn nodded. She grabbed her shopping cart and continued her food shopping. She picked up everything she needed for the linguini with clam sauce. ….................................... Promo Time: Dawn + Claire equals Ten Shades of Awesome. The scene opens on Dawn Lohan sitting on a white llush cushy couch, resting on her lap is the replica of the Camaraderia Championship she won with her sister and a spiteful woman she has grown comfortable enough to allow herself to hate. She smiles at the title. She would had preferred to capture the titles with her sister alone. Having the deal with Datura wasn't in the gameplan when she came to Majestic Wrestling, through it all, everything happens for a reason. If it was indeed God's plan to write the story this way, she didn't love it, she has grown to accept it. Dawn pulls her majestic green eyes away from the belt. Settles them in on the camera waiting for her to share her thoughts about the upcoming Camaraderia Championship number one contenders match. Dawn Lohan: It's odd how destiny comes full circle. I came to Majestic Wrestling because I felt the tag team division needed an extra boast. I'd like to believe The Lohans gave the division just that. We weren't successful beating Air Raid the first time many moons ago, I'd love to believe Brittany and me entertained each and every single one of you. That's why we pursued the tag titles. We wanted to give you a tag team you could believe in. We remember how Air Raid became champions. Claire remembers it too, sadly. I didn't feel the titles should had changed hands under those circumstances. Leading into six person tag match everyone thought Air Raid and my sister would implode. I knew my sister would come through. She's a competitor. She needs to win as badly as anyone in this business. Britt helped Air Raid become champions, Remy's antics played a role in that too. I watched that six man tag match from the back, I paid extra close attention to Claire Bailey. No. I wasn't paying attention to her skin tight outfit or her boobs that are bigger then mines. I felt a kinship with her. Here's a woman, who like me, the world overlooks. We're both overshadowed by our “better” halves. We haven't received singles opportunities to show the world we're just as good as Hiro and my sister. Have we complained? Have we griped to management? Do we go around maiming people like The Legion? Nope. Not at all. We're true professionals to the highest degree; that's one reason why we're Ten Shades of Awesome baby, we go about business the right way. Dawn pauses a moment to catch her breathe. Dawn Lohan: Majestic Wrestling is a more awesome company because we're here. Don't believe me? Take a look at The Legion. Remy Boudreaux, Datura... there is no denying you're super talented. Remy you are a former two time Premiere Champion, you main evented our Legacy pay per view. That's amazing. One day I hope I can main event a companies top pay per view... and you Datura? You're not my favorite person in the world, I'm not yours either... what will be will be. I'll never, ever ever ever deny how passionate and driven you are to succeed in this business. Go ahead. Continue discrediting me, continue believing I'm not good enough to share the same ring with you. You're a bright up and coming star... believe me or not, I'm happy you're finally getting an opportunity at singles gold. You deserve it. As weird as this might sound coming from someone you don't care about, I'm pulling for you... just not this week. Remy, if I wanted to hear about how bad this world is all I need to do is turn on the six o'clock news. There's enough negative talk in the world. The good people who come to watch us wrestle each and every single week don't come to the arena to hear all this doom and gloom talk... they pay there hard earned money for us to entertain them, to provide them a distraction from lives they want to escape from by any means. Wrestling is a better alternative then doing drugs or burying your problems with alcohol. Taking your frustrations out on the world because you had one bad day isn't the answer. I can't stop you from poisoning the minds of the Majestic audience, what I can do, I can prevent you from spreading your poison as tag team champions. I can not think of a worse fate for a title I wore with pride then watching it being used by you to spread your doom and gloom message. The world needs hope, not more senseless violence. Dawn shakes her head with conviction. She looks down at her replica title once last time. She sighs. Dawn Lohan: Datura sweetie... thank you. Dawn's majestic green eyes trail back to the camera. Dawn Lohan: Thank you for testing me. Thank you for being the pain in the ass you've become. Thank you for being honest when lesser people would hide how they really feel. And thank you for being you. Our rivalry is the best thing that could have happened to me, before you; I wasn't willing to give into my emotions. I was so concerned with being the kind of human being the fans needed me to be. I became robotic as you alluded to on many occasion in your relentless assment of me. But at Legacy I finally gave myself permission to hate you, hating you felt good. It feels rationale. It felt... right. And I will continue hating you until you're no longer in my life. You represent everything I despise about this business. Your ego knows no bounds, your arrogance leaps off the page. It wouldn't be sooo bad if you earned your arrogance. What have you done to earn your arrogance? Oh. That's right. “Carry” me to my tag team titles? Please! You are not that great Datura. What happened to winning as a team and losing as a team? Is that concept foreign to you?! If it is, you're in desperate need of humility. Beating Team Anderson at Legacy wasn't enough for me. This week, my goal is to make sure The Legion is kept as far away from the Camaraderia Championships as possible. Finally I have a partner who I can trust. I have a partner who I am on the same page with. I have a partner who respects me. Yes. I'm glad we lost the titles to Syren and Dave, my head would had exploded a lot sooner then it did if I had put up with you for the sake of the team. We're not a team anymore. That's works for me. Because my life is ten shades of awesome better without you by my side. Dawn smiles for emphasis. Dawn Lohan: As partner said mentioned The Legion aren't the only team we need to overcome. We have Flash Silver and Comotose and the team of Xavier Magnus and Ashley Issacs. To Flash and Comotose, I don't see how you're going to pose a real threat, Comotose doesn't take this business seriously at all. Hitmen for hire don't last long. No matter what words come out of Flash Silver mouth, I believe you're here for giggles. On the other hand, Ashley Issacs and Xavier Magnus have my attention, especially you Xavier. It's almost been a year since you and I stood in the same ring together. I've never beaten you, don't think I've forgotten that. I still remember what a jerk you were to me. I'm supposed to forgive that? No... not at all Xavier. Why should I believe your changed man act is real? You transform from super jerk to reformed jerk the minute you were elevated from Commonwealth to Supreme Championship Wrestling? Not buying it. Until you prove to me you're not the same jerk, I'm looking forward to gaining some form a retribution. Becoming number one contender is all I need to finally say I overcame another rival in my career. And to you Ashley. Not ashamed to admit it, looking up at you scares me. You're the biggest person I have stepped into the ring with not only in Majestic Wrestling, but period. One move from you could break lil' ole me's career; I've seen your temper. Wow. You're a bulldog when you're angry Ashley. I haven't given you a reason to direct your anger at me. Anything can happen right? Yes, I am super nervous stepping into the ring with you. That won't stop me from giving you my best, us Lohans, we're a pesky bunch. We don't back down from challenges, we're relentless. Persistent. You name it. I just don't have the luxury of being a six foot tall amazon with the strength of a wild boar. I need to be more resourceful then my sister. Lucky for me, this week, I'm not going at it alone; I'll have Claire on my side. This week I don't need to worry about chopping down a redwood by myself. I'll worry about that another time, Ashley. Dawn looks at the title one last time to remind herself what is at stake this Sunday. She rest the title next to her, pops up to her feet. We follow her as she walks out on the patio. The sunshine of a nice pleasant Southern California day hugs us like an old friend. Dawn leans back against the railing. A bright cheerful smile overwhelming every structure of her face. Dawn Lohan: I always fantasied, wait... that was the wrong word. Screw it. Take it how you want. Lets try this again. I've always fantasied about what it would be like to team with Claire Bailey. Legacy was sooooooo cool... her hitting the Final Fantasy 720, me coming off the top rope with The New Dawn, that moment was the highlight of my Majestic career right now. I am grateful I am a former champion, living with the fact my first title reign was shared with a woman I feel like jamming a screwdriver into her eye socket, nope, not an awesome moment. This Sunday I will do everything in my power to change all that. Ten Shades of Awesome will prove all our doubters wrong. For everyone who doubts us, for everyone who views us as the lesser halves of our more famous counterparts, continue being non believers. We're awesome. We know we're awesome, ten shades of it. This Sunday, and hopefully at Heaven is Hell 2012, we'll become two time Camaraderia Champions. A new dawn has blessed the tag team division. Hope you're ready for it, because if you're not, you're going to sink faster then a rolling stone. ... and with that the scene fades to black. |
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| Datura | Oct 12 2012, 07:13 PM Post #7 |
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| Ace | Oct 12 2012, 07:41 PM Post #8 |
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Narrator: "Our story today begins with our hero fighting off warriors from the lost city of Des Moines. A land long forgotten located in the abandoned state of Iowa. Iowa was once a valued state for it's crops, but in the last hundred years..." He didn't know what happened that day. Nothing felt right. Nothing seemed to click. It was like everything that made him laugh, everything that mattered to him before that day, just died. Rest in Peace. He just lost sight of who he was really. Maybe it was the accident. Perhaps it was his new found perception on things. He didn't know. He thought along the lines of whether he really knew anything on anything at all. Narrator: "Now all that lived in the desolated land of Iowa were drug addicts and fiends. And ninjas that had fled from their own land to hide. Hide where no one would dare venture... Des Moines, Iowa. Our Hero Comatose-" Kyle felt the lights more so then seeing them cast over him. The layers of make up did their job, reflecting back to the cameras every feature on him. The weight of all the daggers, swords, ninja stars, and other stupid shit he carried was getting to him. It was for some reason today, irritating. Narrator"-Our hero, comes here today to bring those warriors in for JUSTICE. His assignment to bring their people to EXTINCTION." Comatose: "... I am-" Director: "Shhh. Not time for your lines yet. Keep going Paul." Narrator: "Right. Okay. Uh... From the top, do I have to start over or...?" Director: "Keep going. Doing good baby." Comatose: "I..." Director: "No time to be impatient. This is your show and we're shooting it! Ha ha." Comatose: "Shut up no I- I quit. I am done with this stupid shit. I-" Director: "Whoa! Slow down! Cut the camera- What's wrong C Man?" The director got up from his seat and made his way over. It was at that point Kyle felt his head ready to explode. His right eye got blurry, and he felt ready to fall over. Standing up off the stage he looked back at the background which had been portraying him to be in the middle of a nuclear fallout. Apparently it was supposed to be a visual representation of modern day Iowa. Comatose: "My name is Kyle." Director: "Okay, your name is Kyle. What's bothering you? Dehydrated- You feeling okay?" Comatose: "Just- Shut up and get out of my face!" He felt surrounded. Looking behind him he saw a few of the ninjas he was according to the script supposed to be killing trying to adjust their pants. Ninja #1: "Man how the hell are we supposed to fit into these?" Ninja #2: "Lose weight." Ninja #1: "I think my costume was made for teenage girls man, Jesus Christ." He ran his hands through his face, instantly smearing some of the more exotic designs that had been painted on him to represent he was there for war. Realizing this he growled and turned around before picking up his chair and throwing it randomly behind him in a fit of rage. Paul the friendly narrator dropped out of the way just in time to avoid getting hit with it. Paul(The Narrator): "Jesus Cameron, what the fuck?!" Comatose: "I- JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!" The director came up and put a hand on his shoulder. Director: "What's wrong today man?" He felt the hand on his shoulder and it hurt. It felt like a bird's claw digging into his skin. He looked down at the director's hand and then back up to the man's face where he was suddenly greeted by a beck. Director: "Are you okay?" Comatose: "Holy fucking shit!" Reaching down under the coat he pulled out a sword and in a blind panic grabbed the director by his newly developed beck and pulled his head down with it before thrusting up with the blade, driving it through his neck damn near beheading him. Kyle cried out as blue blood began shooting everywhere from the cut. Director: "Cameron, what's wrong?" Comatose: "What the fuck- what the FUCK?! MY NAME ISN'T CAMERON!" Paul(The Narrator): "Now Cameron, calm down. Kyle fell over on top of a stump set up for the backdrop, and gasped as he turned to see Paul was starting to grow up arms from his neck. The director, seemed fine despite the sword in his neck and all the blood flooding out. Comatose: "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Director: "Calvan. Calvan!" Comatose: "Huh?" He opened his eyes and saw the director standing in front of him from where he sat. Director: "Your lines man. Where are you? Stop starring off into space, ha ha." Comatose: "I uh, I don't think I can do this right now." Director: "Come on, we haven't put up anything in weeks. Your agent said it's hurting you to not take advantage of this new gimmick." Comatose: "I uh... Ha ha. Don't know. Just- Not feeling it." Director: "What about your fans?" Comatose: "Sorry man." Michael stood up and tried to shake the goosebumps he felt. Taking off the fur coat he started taking the swords out from behind his back and started laying them on the table. Ninja #1: "Are we doing this scene or what?" Director: "Of course we are- Guys settle down!" Ninja #2: "I had shit to do today, we're getting paid whether this happens or not now." They began pacing around the set restlessly. Director: "Calvan, we need to do this today, we've got everyone here, everything is set up- Look." Comatose: "Stop calling me Calvan for Christ's sake, I am not in character and I don't feel like doing this stupid shit today." Director: "That's your name, and this is your job. You're an entertainer, why not try entertaining your fans?" Comatose: "My name is NOT Calvan, it's Michael." Director: "What you're changing your name now." Comatose: "Don't be cute with me asshole. I am just not doing it today." Director: "Uh... Cal- Michael. Are you feeling right in the head?" Comatose: "I am fine, why wouldn't I be? Just- I need a break from this. I am tired of these stupid gimmicks. One day I am a surfer, a bimbo, the next I am running for President of the United States. I just wanna be a wrestler." Director: "Let's just shoot this today- Look, this costs money." Comatose: "Whatever, it's paid. Sheesh, what the fuck more do you want from me? Another time." ----------------------------------------------------------------- Michael ignored the people around him as he went down the street, heading back to his flat that was a few miles through downtown. A few stopped to gawk, a kid asked for his autograph. TO MY NUMBER ONE FAN HARRY, FOR ALL THE GOOD TIMES, MICHAEL CLARKE DUNCAN Kid: "Michael Clarke Duncan? You're not Michael Clarke Duncan, didn't he just die? I want an autograph from the real Calvan Greene!" Comatose: "... I am Michael Clarke Duncan and I am obviously not dead." Kid: "You're not a giant black man." Comatose: "That's what we call CGI and acting. Ha ha, ask my wife about it, she hears it all the time. Omarosa." Kid: "Who? What?" Comatose: "Omarosa Manig- Well you wouldn't be able to say the name. She's a lovely lady you know, and was even a consultant for Al Gore during the Clinton Administration." Kid: "... Are you on drugs?" Comatose: "No kid. Which goes without saying, stay clean!" Michael starting walking away heading home now. He turned back to the kid only to shake his head. Comatose: "Kids these days, no respect." Laughing to himself he continued on. wHaT Is hAppENiNg to me? Its like one step here, another here, and that's how we have rain big boy riGHT? Ha Wow some fucked up thoughts I think I am under too much stress. Way too much. I should have done that little skit. Calvan Greene the mother fucking ninja. Kids are loving that, especially after the skit with me drowning one. Ha ha. Calvan Greene doesn't exist. He doesn't exist. he is a figment of my imagination. My name is irrelevant, just as your name is irrelevant. We're all just actors in life meant to play our parts. Ya know? !@!#!#!# )(*$! was an actor, had been for some time. he ventured into wrestling and due to his natural athleticism and ability to pull off high risk maneuvers to appease the fans, he did well. He always liked acting, and made it his passion that if he couldn't be the best, he'd at least be able to appease his fans. IT'S MICHAEL CLArke DUNCAN It's been a trip for the last month, a month he can't rightly recall to tell anyone about. !##!%! DUNCAN had for some time been wanting to focus on his wrestling career, giving up the entertainment aspect. He had felt had he taken it seriously, he very well could have made something of himself. Besides, he was tired of people thinking he was an idiot because they saw him portray one on television. He had offers to be on television shows, but it just wasn't the same as having the live audience. Bleed, bleed, bleed, like everything I need, die die die, It's like that's all we need to be alright Cyanide, suicide, rhyming these words like only I can They're not really creepy There's nothing wrong with me I am a-okay I wonder what it would be like to Eat a camel Michael arrived at his flat in one piece. He looked in the mirror, smiled, and went about packing. It was off to Vegas for his upcoming match. He figured maybe it was about time to come clean, and start fresh. No gimmicks. Just drop the silliness and get serious. Be the man he should have always been. He had a partner, and being a tag team specialist was something he had done well at the start of his career in Supreme Championship Wrestling. It was familiar ground. It was something to respect. To enjoy. People rarely are as interested in tag team wrestling as they are the one on ones with the main titles on the line. As a competitor it was something he very much enjoyed. He knew virtually nothing about his partner, and while everyone else had already said their piece in the form of melodramatic clitche "We're going to win because that's what we want to do" and "you suck, I am great, listen to me because yeah!" promos. He had always hated promos. They often never required real thought. It was a battle of who could say "We're going to win" in the neatest fashion. They over glamorized themselves out of narcissism really. It doesn't matter who you are when you stepped into the ring. Everyone was human, meaning everyone had their own limitations. Skill was a factor, finesse was a factor, and luck itself was a factor. Couldn't work on luck in the gym, no matter how hard one tried. Just observation skills, and that wasn't something taught either. He hated that. What no one else would admit was they were all actors just as he was. Most of them. Datura was a bitch in reality too. Most of them lived their characters. He was guilty of that. But he had been in movies now. Michael had almost won two awards for his performance in the Green Mile. His friend Bruce Willis had got him the opportunity, and he scored hard. His movie days were over now however. I want to win WIN WIN WIN WIN His head hurt. He took the pills out and chucked them into his mouth before swallowing. Closing his eyes he leaned back and tried to imagine how the fans would react. He imagined some would be disappointed. Some wouldn't care. No one in the locker room would care, but frankly they were all assholes anyways. Single minded, like ants. He had done his part in being a unique character. It was just time for him to open up now and be himself. He woke up roughly ten hours later. Rubbing his eyes awake he looked down to his cellphone and saw the screen flashing, alerting him to seven voice mails. His throat was dry, he felt extremely lethargic. What to do today... Anything on the schedule? What to do, what to... I don't know. I... Who am I? |
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| XavierMagnus | Oct 12 2012, 09:28 PM Post #9 |
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It is a beautiful Friday morning on the beach. Xavier sits on his deck overlooking the ocean surfing the web from his trusty laptop when the ringing of a skype call comes from his speakers. Seeing that it is his friend and business associate Leiland Ramos, Xavier accepts the call. Leiland I haven't seen or heard from you in so long I thought I might have to worry about you running off with my money You always have to worry about that, just as soon as all this work with the personal trainer pays off. Im clearing out your accounts and I am stealing that ex wife of yours and probably a couple of the ex girlfriends too. Except for Destiny, that is one big bitch. Both men laugh Well as much as I love to hear your dreams of taking my money and my mistakes Ramos what do I owe the pleasure of you interupting my beautiful morning on the beach. Well I am glad you asked, I have a bone to pick with you. Ramos looks upset and Xavier puzzled has no idea why, especially with the jovial mood he started the conversation with. However, Ramos was a friend and aside from Angelica he was probably the closest thing to family Xavier acknowledged so he would bite Alright buddy what seems to be the problem? I hear you got a new business partner, are you trying to replace me. Because if you think you can just throw me to the side after all the hard work I have put into your businesses then you are sorely mistaken and in need of a reality and loyalty check. New business partner what the hell are you talking about? Don't play dumb with me pal, you don't think I hear everything. Your assistant Rebecca was just glowing after your meeting with this chump. All I heard was what a great team you and this Isaacs chump were going to make. How it was nothing but gold in your future now that you had a partner like him. If you think you can scam me... Xavier bust out in an almost uncontrollable laughter. As the tears well in his eyes he tries to bring himself back down as he can see Ramos is getting more worked up. I am glad you find this so damn funny. Leiland you are an idiot. Ashley Isaacs isn't my business partner. Oh it is some new floozy you got on the side. You think you are going to run me out of this business and replace me with some big titty bimbo? Alright you got me, Ashley Isaacs is my partner I knew it. I fucking knew it. You dirty son of a... Ashley Isaacs is my new tag team partner and if you did as much research on this as you did Liz Vicious ass shots you would realize that he is very much a large scary British bad ass. Oh...wait what a tag team. You still didn't tell me about that you bastard. Well now you know, have a good day Ramos I'm going to enjoy my view. Xavier smirks as his ex wife Angelica walks by in a swim suit Don't you leave... Xavier shuts his laptop and stands to embrace his ex wife. What was that all about? It was Leiland. Oh Nuff said. The competition was high, would they be successful? He certainly hoped so, but he acknowledged that in a cluster fuck of a match like this he didn't have to lose to be beaten. It didn't matter no matter the opponent and no matter the result Xavier Magnus was going to give it his all and he knew that his new ally and partner Ashley Isaacs would do the same. As the camera comes into focus we see Xavier Magnus at the focal point of the developing shot. He is dressed in denim, a pair of Nike KDIVs, and a shirt that says "If you aren't down with the Lohans, you can B LO me". There is a bulge in his pocket which makes one wonder whether Xavier was happy to see you, but the mystery is quickly squashed as Xavier removes the bulge and it is revealed to be a flask. He takes a sip then returns it to his pocket as he begins his monologue Narcissist, asshole, rapper, comedian, champion. These are things that I have been in my career. Many would never think that they would find me here in Majestic and as I have said before six months ago neither would I. However, professionally I couldn't be happier, I am in position to put tag team wrestling back on the map as I enter into a match that pits former tag team champions against each other, an annoyance with a manager that I shagged, the delusional former Premier Champion, the current Roulette Champion and oh yeah, Comatose almost forgot about him. This match has all the drama and intrigue that you have come to expect from a Majestic main event. Then there is me, the proverbial new guy in town, the guy that should never be here is now in the middle of this war. I used to stand alone and alone I fear no legion, but now I enter war with an ally, a beast of a man that would admittedly give me pause in the ring myself. It is with that confidence in Ashley Isaacs that I deliver the following public service announcement to our opponents. Xavier takes a seat on top of his desk. He strokes his chin as he is in deep thought. He focuses his thoughts for a moment then finds himself jumping up ready to speak Dawn, despite what you might think there is something that I have always respected about you. It is that fire, that spark you have inside that just won't die. No matter how much the heavens may open up in downpours upon you that spark, that competitive fire that you have just won't be extinguished. I understand that you think I am a bad guy, that you do not think that I am as you say reformed. You are right, I am a jerk. I act in my best interest. The only difference between us love is honesty. See while you are just learning to process emotions like hatred, I have overcome them. Hate is a powerful motivator, it is an emotional shot of adrenaline for sure, but hate consumes and it conquers. If you have hate in your heart when you go after Datura you are going to dig two graves instead of one Dawn. Xavier shakes his head sadly. He had been there, been where Dawn was in her own mind. He had embraced his hatred before, it had led him to glory and just as quickly led him to a darkness that almost cost him everything You see Dawn a year ago the things I said to you I didn't mean, it was to get under your skin. I waged the mental war before the physical one began, I was successful in both, but nonetheless I respect your talent. You and Claire are a formidable team, ten shades of awesome is it? That's catchy and fitting for a hot talented duo like yourselves. However, I hate to break it to you ladies, as much as I respect your talents and as much as my partner likes you and respects you personally do not think for one second that we will hesitate to leave you ten shades of defeated, or ten shades of broken in order to do what we need to at Salvation. Friends are one thing, but this is business and it is time for me and Big Ash to do work. That cool confident grin crosses the face of Xavier Magnus he wants this match, he wants this shot. He would have to keep his emotions in check because much like hatred, desire could just as easily consume. Xavier would not let his emotions, nor would he let his opponents get the best of him. He knew that 10 shades of awesome wasn't the only threat and while everyone seemed to overlook them Xavier hadn't forgot about Flash or Comatose. The smirk fades as he shifts his weight. Determination is etched in his brow as he begins to speak once more Flash I have not yet forgotten what you did to me in my debut, nor have I forgiven it. My partner was right when he said that it would be like Christmas come early when I get in the ring with you. I want to hurt you, I want to settle the score for raining on my debut, but most of all I want to beat you clean in the middle of the ring one two and three. Flash it has been a month of me waiting to finally get to you and I have as much anticipation built up as Shawn Winters on Prom Night. Xavier chuckles then continues to speak Flash you have a fatal flaw that no one has seemed to notice. You are an egomaniac and a prick. You fancy yourself to be the best in the world capable of carrying a team mate that you view as dead weight to the promised land. The problem with that as your mouth piece Katelyn pointed out is that everyone that you claim to be better than has done more than you ever have and most likely ever will. You have gotten yourself into a mind state where you are convinced that you are great because of what Cid has accomplished in SCW, but this isn't Cid's match and this damn sure isn't SCW. That might hold weight if Cid was here, but he isn't it is you and Comatose stepping into the ring with people like me that want nothing more than to punish you and see you bleed. However, on a happier note, Katelyn it is nice to see you found a gig, I haven't seen you since...well...since we used to have threesomes with Destiny. Xavier lowers his head. Averting his gaze from the camera. Destiny Nichols and Katelyn were not part of his better history that was for sure. I digress, Flash I give you this warning as professional courtesy. You need to get your mind right and get your head into the game. You are heading into to Salvation to face three teams that are hungry and ready to prove something. You aren't heading in riding the coattails of your hero and mentor Cid Turner. You are going into a war with a man named Comatose which is ironic because when you can no longer duck me comatose is exactly what I am going to leave you. Xavier smirks as he lets his fingers run through his perfectly styled hair. [/b][/color] Lastly that brings me to Legion,Datura I don't know much about you but from the words of our opponents and my partner you have garnered yourself quite the reputation. You are apparently the one to watch in Majestic. A wrestler on the verge of becoming a superstar. I can respect that and all the skills and talents that have earned you that reputation. And I admit you are right, so far I haven't had the most exciting tenure in Majestic, but unlike others I won't rest on the laurels on my past accomplishments or the false sense of security that brings which is more than I can say about your fearless leader. My world titles, my tag titles, the titles I defended until the demise of the companies. None of that shit matters, all the matters is what I do now and what I do now is beat your overly arrogant ass and become the number one contender. So like I said I respect your abilities; what I cannot respect is you teaming with a douche with anti christ dellusions like Remy. You have all this raw untapped potential and you use it to help the cause of someone that quite frankly you are probably better than. It is disheartening to see you transform from Dawn's former tag team partner, a champion in her own right, to second fiddle to a comic book villain. Xavier's eyes glow with a burning frustration And Remy... I know I should respect the fact that you are a two time premier champion. It means that you have climbed to the peak of Majestic not once but twice, but I don't. I can't respect a man like you and why should I? Yes you were at the top of the mountain twice, but clearly you have fallen off both times. Excuse me you were actually knocked off, most recently by the lovechild of Frankenfurter and Pennywise the Clown. Seriously Remy, you let a verbose long winded, pedo slash necrophiliac clown come to your house and shit all over your title and you expect everyone to see you as this darkness embracing gnostic free thinking entity. The only thing eternal about you should be the shame you feel for failing to defend your title. So now here you are running your mouth about how you know what kind of man that I am. You hide behind dissillousioned souls like Datura in your Legion and you have the nerve to talk to me of castle walls and body guards. You see Remy I have never been the type of man to run and hide. I have never been the type of man to need these castle walls or bodyguards. I also have nothing to prove to you. You picture yourself as some sort of dark messiah but I can assure you that it is you that requires Salvation in this match. You may have beaten my partner before, you may have even beaten him down, but you made a mistake in letting him get back up. Because now Big Ash has me on his side, and your legion won't protect you forever. You are on borrowed time Remy, and you made this personal, because when we step in the ring you will get to see the man you think you understand. You will get to see the real me and Remy I can promise you that you will not like what you will find. You may have a legion and to that I say all that means is there is more asses to kick and I abso fucking lutely love to kick ass. Xavier smiles as he pulls the flask from his pocket. He takes an audible big gulp of the good stuff and continues Our opponents are making a mistake. They look at me and Ashley and think that we have never teamed together we can't have the chemistry or experience to get the job done. They think that we barely met so how can we trust each other at all. That's fine keep thinking that. Believe what you want, but the fact of the matter is Ash understands me. Listen to what he said about me and you will find it is all true. He understands that I am a well oiled and focused wrestling machine that understands my landscape well enough to make the right moves. One of those right moves was aligning myself with him. And it is true that Ashley Isaacs has more experience teaming with our opponents than he does with me, but at the end of the day none of that matters. We are professionals, we are cerebral and we are visceral. Individually we are terrifying, combined we are unstoppable. We don't need a legion, or to be ten shades of awesome, we don't even need to be notorious. We are simply Ashley Isaacs and Xavier Magnus, two men you should pray to your diety of choice that you never have to face. If you doubt that, tune into Salvation and we will make a believer out of you. Xavier looks dead center at the camera, the confidence and determination oozes from every fiber of his being. He believed in himself and he believed in Ashley Isaacs. He knew that they had a long tough road ahead of them, but he also knew that he had just won the lottery on the best damn tag partner in the world, both of these men were built like Gods and were as deadly and as talented as they come. Xavier had done everything on his own before, it was nice to actually have a partner he could count on. No matter what was thrown at them they would be ready. This was his time, their time and tag team wrestling was put on notice |
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