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Codine/Davis vs. Sampson/Roberts

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Till I Collapse

[updated:LAST EDITED ON Nov-02-02 AT 04:20 PM (EST)][font face=verdana]

OOC Note: This RP contains selected lyrics from "Till I Collapse" by Eminem feat. Nate Dogg. Lyrics will be denoted in italics.

(Fade on in a private gym in Greensboro, NC that has been rented for the week by Rob Sampson on behalf of Extreme Tendencies. Right now it is early morning and only Sampson himself is in the gym. At the moment, he is going through his stretching and warm-up routine.)

'Cause sometimes you just feel tired
You feel weak and when you feel weak you feel like you wanna just give up
But you gotta search within you, you gotta find that inner strength
And just pull that s(censored)t out of you and get that motivation to not give up
And not be quitter, no matter how bad you wanna just fall flat on your face and collapse.


RS: Justin Tyler got more than he could handle when he got in my business. I told him from the very start that I wouldn't hesitate to pull out all the stops. Where is he now? He ran. He quit. I took everything he held dear away from him and he saw that he had lost the game. Instead of being a man about all this, he left Kendall Codine to fight his battles for him. Didn't you ever learn to fight your own battles? They sure as hell didn't teach you anything else except how to become an excellent Jerry Springer candidate. Enough about you though. You're no longer a factor.

But in this industry I’m the cause of a lot of envy
So when I’m not put on this list the sh(censored) does not offend me
That’s why you see me walk around like nothing’s bothering me
Even though half you people got a f(censored)n' problem with me
You hate it but you know respect you’ve got to give me
The press's wet dream like Bobby and Whitney


RS: I can count the number of people in this business who like me on one hand. Whatever. I didn't come here to make friends anyway. I came here to do what I do best. In just a few days, Kendall Codine and Eric Davis will enter the cell to do battle with myself and Jeffrey Roberts. How do you feel about that boys? Two of wrestling's most devious minds against the likes of you. Kenny, you continue to meddle in my affairs time and time again. It's not the smartest thing you've ever done in your life. In fact, it's akin to playing Russian roulette with a Derringer. I can't fault you for that though. Maybe you saw all along that Justin Tyler wasn't someone who you could rely on. And maybe you needed to get a piece of me to keep your star shining bright. And maybe... just maybe... you seized a choice moment to take something that didn't belong to you. I'm not going to fault you for that. I'd have done the same thing in your situation. But I am going to make you pay. At Fallout, it all comes to an end. Win or lose, I'm going to put you through pure hell. I know this is tag match. I'm well aware that I've got Eric Davis to tend with, but let's be honest: the real issue is between you and I. It's the way you wanted it and now you've got your wish. What do they say though? Be careful what you wish for; you just might get it. Well you're going to get it alright. In spades.

(Sampson finishes stretching and starts walking over to where the hand weights are set up.)

RS: Sometimes sacrifices have to be made in order to get what you want. As much as I wanted War Games to happen... it just wasn't meant to be. I took too much away from Tyler and he couldn't stay here anymore. He's gone. He'll never be back. I'm not bothered by that though, because there are issues between you and I that need to be settled. And settled they will be. Eric Davis, you're going to be a casualty of this war between Codine and myself. Worse than that, you're going to be left to Jeff's volitions and that's not a position I envy you for. Inside that cell... there will be blood... there will be sweat... and there will be tears. This year Fallout is being subtitled as November Reign and when the night has reached its end, it will be myself and Jeff who reign supreme.

(Sampson sits down on a bench and begins doing bicep curls.)

RS: The Good Book says that there is a time for everything. A time to laugh. A time to cry. A time to live. A time to die. Codine... Davis... your time is slowly ticking down. Before you know it, time will be up. In later years you'll both look back to the time when you wrestled at Fallout and you'll wonder what went wrong. The answer is simple: you crossed Rob Sampson's path... and you paid the price. Be seein' ya real soon, pallies.

(Fade to black.)

Until the roof
The roof comes off
Until my legs
give out from underneath me

I will not fall
I will stand tall
Feels like no one could beat me
 

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When You Collapse....

Fade In…

October 24th, 2002…

Madison Square Garden…

New York, New York…

GXW X-Perience…


("Du Hast" booms across the sound system as Codine mounts a turnbuckle, beckoning to the five fleeing members of Extreme Tendencies with one hand; his teammates raise their arms in victory. Jeffrey Roberts is livid, hurling obscenities back at his foes as the Night Cripplers haul a barely-conscious Rob Sampson to the back. All the while, the fans are exploding in an impossibly loud "G-X-Dubya!" chant.)

Cut To…

(scene: a black backdrop, gracing the letters GXW in red sits before us as the camera gradually zooms in closer and closer…suddenly, a face of familiarity graces the scene in the form of reigning GXW Continental Champion, Kendall Codine)

(Codine is obviously showing signs of the last few brutal weeks that he has spent within the ring…abrasions, bruises, stitches, etc…nevertheless, he has always been a persistent man who will stop at nothing to silence his critics…on this particular day, about a week removed from X-Perience, Codine is sporting casual attire which consists of a pair of black jeans, a black t-shirt which endorses the company’s GXW logo…wrapped around his waist is the GXW Continental championship belt)

(brushing the hair from his face, Codine stands isolated before the camera, as he prepares to address his upcoming title defense at Fallout, as well as the current situation at hand)


My teammates…

Is that what a group of deserters is referred to in the GXW? Teammates are people who stand at your side, no matter the cost or the severity of the situation…

As far as I’m concerned, I have one teammate and that man is Eric Davis. However, I have to admit that I’m a bit weary of the person who has been designated to stand at my side. To this point, I have yet to find one person that I consider a teammate…

A friend…

A person that I can trust…

(Codine hesitates for a moment as he collects his thoughts)

Despite these current circumstances, it is the hand that I have been dealt, therefore, I shall play it. I have told each and every man who has had the courage to step into the squared circle with me, that
I will never back down from a challenge…

(Codine taps on the title, which is wrapped around his waist)

As long as this strap of gold is around my waist, I will defend it on each and every card. I could care less who chooses to challenge me for it. I could care less if I had to give Rob Sampson a weekly return bout…

Because when all is said and done, one thing will always remain the same…

It will continue to be wrapped around my waist…

(Codine pauses once again, as he refocuses his attention towards Rob Sampson)

Rob Sampson…

So we meet again…what will the theme of this altercation be? I have turned you away in a legitimate defeat. I have been on the latter half of an ambush from the Extreme Tendencies. It seems that each level has been covered, so I ask of you, what shall come next?

How about we try this one…

Rob Sampson versus Kendall Codine…

I realize that you were looking forward to prolonging that pain which you have caused for Justin Tyler. However, the pressure became too much for him and he did the only thing that he knew how to do…

He ran…

Nonetheless, I remain here, right before you, offering you your “life”…

(Codine brushes his hand across the title once again after the mention of “life”)

…on a silver platter. Much like you stated, I have meddled in your affairs time and time again. The key component being, “time and time again”. And what have you done about it…

Nothing…

No matter how many times you ambush me, not matter how many people you send to take me out, and no matter what novelty match you arrange…one thing will ALWAYS remain the same…

I will ALWAYS be here…

(Codine pauses once more as he collects his thoughts)

Rob, the time for “pleasantries” is over…

If you want “your” title, then come and get it…

Don’t send Inferno, Jeff Roberts, or even the Night Cripplers to obtain it for you because that will NEVER happen. The only man that will even be given the opportunity to do so is the man that still claims ownership of it…

After all, much like you said, we’re both currently involved in a game of “Russian Roulette”…

I’ve taken my chance…

(Codine stares intensely into the eye of the camera as he delivers his final address)

Now its your turn…

(fade to black)
 

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DREAM partner? Please.

{Fade in to the shot of an upscale apartment building. Cut to the interior, where we can see someone's front door. A delivery man walks into view, knocking on the door. Suddenly, it swings open to reveal Eric "The Dragon" Davis, sporting a black wifebeater and Adidas pants. His hair is all messed up, and he is obviously half asleep. He scratches his head as he yawns.}

Davis: What the hell... it's 4 in the morning. Christ.

Mailman: I have this urgent message for you Mr. Davis.

{The man holds out his hand, which holds a telegram of sorts. Davis snaps it up and slams the door in the man's face. Cut to the interior of the apartment. Davis walks over to his black leather sofa as the camera follows his expressions. He slides his finger through the one side of the envelope, reading its contents aloud.}

Davis: Dear Mr. Davis, it has been determined that due to certain circumstances.... blah blah blah... match will not take place... yada yada yada... dream partner is Kendall Codine?!?!?

{Davis slaps his forehead, then leans back against the sofa.}

Davis: Dream.... partner. DREAM partner???? FOR WHO??? DAMNIT!

{Davis leans forward and grabs his cell phone off the coffee table. He speaks into it, saying "Dupree", waiting for the device to dial the number. After a few minutes, a voice can be heard vaguely on the other side.}

Davis: Chad... what the hell???

{Pauses.}

Davis: I don't care HOW big of a choad Justin Tyler is!

{Pauses.}

Davis: But it's Kendall {beep)ing Codine!

{Pauses.}

Davis: So what??? I'm the CRUISERWEIGHT champion... that's like 109250825 times better than Continental!

{Pauses.}

Davis: WHAT???? You put my title on the line???? Awww, come on now Dupree! This is re-god-damn-diculous! He's not a freaking dream partner, he's a tool! I don't like the guy. He's not on my level!

{Pauses.}

Davis: AHHHHHHH Whatever!

{Suddenly Eric presses a button to hang up the phone, setting it down on the table in front of him. Eric looks to the camera, then begins to speak.}

Davis; Fine, if it must be done, it must be done. At Fallout, it seems as though I've been blessed with this grand opportunity to wrestle alongside my "dream partner". {twirls finger) Codine... you're a freaking rimjob. You've got about as much talent as the person that held that title before you. Oh wait, who was that again? That's right... Rob Sampson. The biggest piece of overrated garbage to ever step between the ropes. So we've offically got two complete buttmongers in this match, let's go for a third shall we??? Come on down Jeffrey Roberts!! WHOOO!!

{Davis shakes his head back and forth, cracking a smile.}

Davis: While I could waste my air time addressing the fact that Kendall Codine is a talentless piece of dog crap, I'm going to instead take the opportunity to address my opponents. Roberts and Sampson... two key members in a group of GXW rejects known as Extreme Tendencies. Guys... the group... it's not working. It seems as though you've lost every ounce of respect you've ever had here. Your titles? Gone. Sure... you're all FORMER champs. That says a lot. Says you're not top dogs anymore. You've all held the Continental, Television, and Cruiserweight titles respectively. But unfortunately for you, the dream of greatness is long gone. Guess what?

{Davis reaches down and pulls out his cruiserweight title from off screen. He lifts it up and rests it on his shoulder.}

Davis: You're dealing with a champion here. You're dealing with THE champion. Not some meaningless figurehead like Kendall Codine. No... this belt means something, and I'm not about to let you two jackasses take it from me. This belt commands respect... and so does it's owner. You want this belt Roberts? I could care less. You're never going to get the chance to even touch the thing. Your grubby little fingers would besmirch its greatness.

{Davis looks over to his belt, kissing it softly. He breathes on it and shines the spot.}

Davis: So now I've got the chance to show the world just how much you two butt pirates suck. Rob Sampson could never hang with me, and if he tried, I'd bust his <beep>ing chops. He knows it too. You hear that Rob? You're <beep>ing pathetic. You heard me. You're nothing special, and you never were. You parade around here like you actually MATTER in the world. THat's quite humorous to me Rob... as is your talent in the ring. Your technical style? Could use improvement. Could use a LOT of improvement. Howabout you study a few more of my tapes, then come back in a year or two. Your arial skills? Complete junk. The only thing I've seen you do with an ounce of decency is that little superkick of yours. And let's face it... I could do it better. Roberts... your nickname might as well be Sloppy Joe, because your in ring abilities are messy as hell. The two of you together inside the squared circle reminds me of a day at the <beep>ing big top. You're jokes... you're circus clowns. You were champions for some odd reason... but I'm going to make sure that NEVER happens again. Sampson... how appropriate you choose that little wanker Eminem's song. The lyrics fit you perfect. Till you collapse, huh? Well I can arrange for that. WHEN you collapse, it will be at my hands. At Fallout, I will stand victorious over that cell... and all the competitors within it!

{Davis grins and begins to laugh.}

Davis: Kenny boy, let's put those fears of yours to rest. Yes, you've got my assistance in this match. You've got me as a tag team partner. But as soon as we win... you're just another scrub who's in the way. I don't like you.... doesn't mean I can't cooperate with you. The task that's been presented to us is just too good to pass up. So you and I will wipe the floor with the blood of Roberts and Sampson, and after that, I wipe the floor with you. I'm the greatest wrestler to ever grace the ring, and at Fallout: November Reign, I'll prove it to the world. Why? Because I ENJOY this <beep>. EVERYONE will see that the Cruiserweight title is the ONLY one that matters! It's the only title worthy of MY hands!!!

{Davis calms down for a few moments, then realizes he wants to get a few more words out.}

Davis: Ahem... as I was saying. Kenny, if you want to survive this match, I suggest you step things up a little bit. I'm not going to carry your ass through everything, as I've had to on so many instances before with other scrubs. Don't consider this a pep talk... because it's far from it. You still <beep>ing suck. Just try not to suck TOO bad at Fallout, cool? Alright, if you'll excuse me, the pillow's calling my name. Hey, who was that jackass at my door?

{The cameraman replies weakly.}

Cameraman: GXW offical messenger.

Davis: Remind me to whip his ass at the next show. Alright, peace.

{Davis gets up with his belt and walks off screen, the picture fading to black.}
 

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The Collapse Is Near....

Fade In…

November 4th, 2002…

Greensboro Coliseum…

1921 West Lee Street…

Greensboro, North Carolina…


(scene: we find ourselves in the hallowed arena which will serve as the venue for the GXW’s upcoming pay-per-view, Fallout, in just a few short days…on that given day, the now empty coliseum will soon be filled to its maximum capacity of 23,500 loyal GXW fans)

(the camera begins to pan around the arena in a spiral fashion, encompassing the seating arrangements and already erected wrestling ring…gradually zooming in to the center of the ring, the camera touches down upon what appears to be the GXW Continental Championship title, which is appropriately placed within the center of the squared circle)

(slowly, the camera sets down upon a still shot of the title, as the sparse lighting in the arena manages to capture the luster from the strap of gold…the camera remains still, however, the current owner of the title in mention is no where to be seen…nevertheless, with a few passing seconds of uneasy silence, a voice emerges from the shadows, thus breaking the tension and addressing the situation at hand)


Much to my delight, I have been informed that once again I am paired with a partner who would rather not be given such a designation…

I understand that this business is one in which friends are a rarity. Nevertheless, one would think that two minds could collaborate on common ground for the sake of eliminating the waste of this organization, as is the case with Extreme Tendencies…

One would think…

(a short moment of silence passes)

Eric Davis…

I am not in this to have a war of words with you, nor am I looking for a physical confrontation. I am in this to personally dismantle the Extreme Tendencies, one member at a time. If you choose to be part of that arrangement, then so be it, I welcome your assistance…

However, if you choose to be part of the problem, then I will quickly become the solution. Once all is said and done, I will most graciously grant you the opportunity to “wipe the floor” with me…

I’m not a hard man to find and I have yet to disregard someone’s wish, so consider it done my miniscule friend…

(once again, silence passes as Codine collects his thoughts and moves on to address his opponents at Fallout)

Moving on, we are just a few days removed from yet another shot at redemption for Rob Sampson. In my hands, lies “his title”, thus prompting one to think that he would be a little more vocal in such times. Nevertheless, that is not the case, as it appears that he has indeed “collapsed”…

His determination has “collapsed”…

His sense of identity has “collapsed”…

His opportunity at re-obtaining the title that he so dearly cherishes has “collapsed”…

And soon, very soon, his entire world will “collapse”…

So, to you Rob Sampson, I ask, why is it that once again you have been given a title opportunity, yet you continue to take it for granted. I have no problem answering your requests week in and week out, but one has to wonder how many times I must turn you away in disappointment before you realize that the task at hand is much too difficult for you to accomplish…

To this point, you have done it all. Sending Inferno and Jeffrey Roberts to capture my attention, only to watch them both tuck their tails and return to you cowering in defeat. Then there was the attempt to literally “cripple” me, but could you do it yourself? No, it had to be attempted at the request of the Night Cripplers. Nevertheless, that feat ended in failure, just as those that took place before it did…

Rob, I have told you time and time again. I will continue to tell you, until it surpasses that massive ego of yours…

If you want “your title” back, then YOU come and get it…

There’s no need for Inferno to run interference. There’s no need for Jeffrey Roberts to distract my attention. There’s no need for the Night Cripplers to attempt to remove me from competition…

All it takes, is a simple walk to the squared circle, followed by entry, and then a match…

Kendall Codine versus Rob Sampson…

I understand that it’s not quite as novel as most of your ideas, but it will get the job done, nonetheless. I assure you of that…

(without warning, Kendall Codine’s shadow can be seen towering of the GXW Continental Title, which lies stationary in the center of the ring…although he is still not seen by the eye of the camera, Codine proceeds and offers his final address)

Overall, I am growing quite tiresome of the games, which take place around this organization…

I didn’t say a word when Chad Dupree literally “handed” the GXW X-treme title to Gabriel Bane, as I had my attention adverted elsewhere…

I have sat back and silently watched as Zero has done everything short of getting on his hands and knees to beg for an opportunity to be recognized by his peers…

I have remained idol, as Randy Cobb comes out of nowhere, targeting me and ultimately costing me the most coveted title this company has to offer…

I have humbly accepted each and every challenge put forth by Rob Sampson, in a feeble attempt to recapture the title that he calls his own…

Time after time, I have accepted my role and played along to keep the harmony in this organization. Well my friends, I must tell you, that I am not a man who prides his life upon peace and harmony. The time has come for Kendall Codine to emerge from this shell in which he currently resides and I can promise you all, that when that time comes, I shall rule this organization with an iron fist…

That time is rapidly approaching and I can only hope for the sake of each and every individual in the GXW, that you are prepared and take heed to my warning for you have all been forewarned…

But until then, rest easy for only one thing in life is certain…

(suddenly, Kendall Codine steps into the view of the camera, picking up his title and delivering one final thought)

The end is near…

(fade to black)
 

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[font face=verdana]{Fade in on the interior of the Greensboro Coliseum. Rob Sampson and Jeffrey Roberts sit in the Extreme Tendencies locker room, discussing their plans for the upcoming Dream Partner tag match at Fallout. We join them mid-conversation...}

RS: Whatever you decide to do with Davis is fine by me. Just remember, I want Codine.

JR: Oh I'll take care of Davis alright. He and I, were kinda like supervillians. Well he's Two-Face, but I'm the f(beep)in' Joker and I guarantee I'm more psycho than he can ever hope to be.

RS: Right... well... do whatever you want with him, like I said. It seems Codine wants this match to come down to he and I, and while I don't have any problem with that, the Powers That Be made this match, not me. I stopped caring what they did after Tyler pussed out of War Games.

JR: I have to admit... I don't have a problem with this match. They've thrown me up against someone who has 2 personalities, which means I get to deal out double the punishment.

RS: And that's right up your alley, I know.

JR: Mm hm. Eric Davis's biggest mistake will be stepping inside that cell with me. I don't give a damn about the Cruiserweight title or how important it is to him. That title means d(beep)k to me, but hey, I won't toss the spoils of war aside. Despite what he seems to think, Davis is human. He can be hurt... he can be broken... and he can bleed like a f(beep)in' pig. I'll make sure he does all three of those before I'm done with him.

RS: I know I can depend on you, Jeff. Unfortunately for Codine, his partner hates his guts with a passion apparently.

JR: More fodder for us.

RS: How right you are.

JR: I'm off to find a soda machine. I'm thirsty. You want something?

RS: Bottled water will be fine.

JR: A'ight. Catch ya later.

{Roberts stands up and exits the room, leaving Rob Sampson alone while he stows his gear in his locker. After a few moments, Sampson looks up at the camera and begins to speak again.}

RS: It seems my absence has caused quite a stir. Well, never fear, because I am back with a vengeance. First we've got this little punk, Eric Davis, saying he can do everything I do twice as good or better. Davis, I don't know where you get off talking all the sh(beep) that you do, but I'm afraid I've got to burst your little bubble. See, boy, while you were still paying dues in this business, I was winning World titles. When you were watching Japanese puro tapes looking for moves to copy, I was amassing a win-loss record that most wrestlers would DIE for, and with a superkick to boot. Sure, I've got the Headliner now, but that's just my sadistic side coming out a little now and then. You know, I cannot tell you how it warms my heart to know that you hate Codine's guts. That makes my work a lot easier. Unfortunately for you, Jeff's feeling particularly blood-thirsty as we go into Fallout, and I'm sure you're just his... type.

{Sampson grins slyly before continuing.}

RS: And then we come back to my favorite whipping boy, Kenny Codine. Much to his chagrin, I have not collapsed, nor will I collapse until I prove to him once and for all that getting involved with me was the biggest mistake he could ever make. Like I said before, if this match was just you versus me, I'd be totally fine with that. Dupree and the other higher-ups made this match though, so we all have to live with it. You're right though, Kenny, if I want MY title back, then I will just have to come take it from YOU. I've never had a problem with that, although you obviously feel differently. There will be no distractions... there will be no excuses... there will be no disappointment for me! Inside that cell we're going to put an end to our differences... at least for now.

{Sampson again smiles slyly.}

RS: Ya know, Kenny, I guess you want everyone to think you're some kind of hero for continuing to play your (finger quotes) "role" without a single complaint, but you're not going to get that from me. Look at me: I defy roles instead of playing them. If you want peace and harmony to come to an end, well, you're about to get your wish. But ruling GXW? (chuckles softly) You'll never rule me. You were right about one thing though; the end IS near, and the shortest straw has been drawn... for you.

{Fade to black.}
 

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