Tag Team Championship Tournament - Saviors of Wrestling v Bored of Edukashun

[TheOriginalSE]

All RP for the Tag Team Championship tournament match between SAVIORS OF WRESTLING and BORED OF EDUKASHUN at RAUCOUS should be done in this folder. Any RP posted outside of the folder will not count.

* This is the FIRST ROUND of the tournament .. the team that wins gets a bye into the next round .. whereas the loser will have to go on and face another team next week!

The RP deadline is 11:59pm PST on MONDAY, January 29th. Angles should be sent to secandido@san.rr.com ..

 

[BoEd]

The scene opens to show a ratty old gymnasium, probably used once upon a time for big name boxers to spar with lesser opponents in preparation for their next bout. The posters that line the walls speak of great names: Lewis, Foreman, Ali, Frasier, Leonard, Hagler, Hearns. All greats who may have used this location at one time or another...but that was all Hensen ago. Now it would seem from the rundown appearance of the place, that the fight bills are the only thing holding the walls up. There's at least a half dozen buckets on the floor catching the gentle drip drop of water from a leaking ceiling. A single, bare lightbulb dangles from a cord high above the small ring in the center.​

Two men sit on metal folding chairs with their backs to the camera, intently watching TV. They make sympathetic "oooohs" and "ouches" of pain occasionally.​

Tyler Hensen looks away, a disgusted grimace on his face.​

Hensen: Oh man, I can't even watch...this is just SICK...​

Sherman Wentworth grins as he glances over at his partner.​

Wentworth: NO...hold on, here comes the best part...see he's got him in the headlock...and he's setting him up!​

The camera starts to pan in on the pair. Scouting tapes of their upcoming opponents, The Saviors of Wrestling perhaps? Nope, just watching Sherman's favorite show, "The Three Stooges".​

Hensen: Come on, shut that crap off. We got some serious training to do, fratboy. Have you seen those guys they're throwing us in against? Good god, they're practically monsters.​

Sherman looks down, a hurt scowl crossing his face.​

Wentworth: Damn man, you have a few beers with some buds and you're automatically stereotyped... geez.​

Sherman grabs the remote control and hits the play button, and up pops the scouting material they've been able to get on Chandler Maxwell and Adam Benjamin. There's not a LOT of film, but what there is is quite impressive.​

Sherman stands up and points to the man on screen, Chandler Maxwell as he hits the pause button on the video.​

Wentworth: See this guy? He's ripped, he's huge, he's a freaking knock knock joke!​

Tyler looks up at him, eyebrows knitting in confusion.​

Hensen: What?​

Sherman sighs, rolling his eyes in frustration as he shakes his head at his partner.​

Wentworth: Okay, I ran out of metaphors for how big he is...I mean...you can square off easily with either one of them...but you really think I can go one on one with even the smaller one?​

Tyler laughs and shakes his head, looking his partner over.​

Hensen: In a word...no. No, I don't. At least not in the shape you're in currently. See, we've gotta get you in shape, try to burn off some of those "beer bongs" you've been indulging yourself in. To that end, I've devised an exercise that should get you into shape...or kill you. If you survive though...MAYBE just maybe you'll be in shape to compete."​

Sherman whimpers a little and looks down at his feet once more.​

Wentworth: Oh geez, not more.​

Tyler's face grows cold.​

Hensen: Yes, more...LOTS more. Remember, it was you that got us into this...well you and that garden gnome...and the ducks.​

Tyler shudders at an unpleasant memory, gagging as a bit of bile settles into his throat.​

Hensen: So you're going to have to REALLY work to get us out, you hear me?​

The "Rocky" music comes up as the scene fades out.​

We fade back in a little while later.​

Sherman Wentworth walks into a a building marked "Neighborhood Senior Citizen Center" carrying a bullhorn. He's dressed in sweatpants, a tank top, and a sweatband around his forehead. His partner stands proudly by his side.​

Wentworth: Dude, do I REALLY have to d-​

Hensen: Yes you do, now quit complaining and just do it.​

Sherman sighs and shakes his head, picking up the bullhorn. It squeals a little as he brings it to his lips.​

Wentworth: Attention...attention everyone...could you look over here...yes you to Bingo Bob, that's nice...I umm...I have an announcement to make...it will only take a moment of your time.​

Every oldster in the place looks up, the light gleaming off the bald heads and blue hair in the room.​

Wentworth: I umm...I'd just like to say that ummm...​

Tyler smirks and nudges his partner in the ribs. He could sense the nervousness that wrapped itself around his partner's throat, suffocating him to the point where nothing would come out.​

Hensen: Say it.​

Wentworth: I'd just like to say...I. HATED. MATLOCK!​

There's a gasping hush that suddenly fills the air. From the back of the room someone screamed out...​

"GET HIM!"​

The scene fades out from there, followed by some still photos of the ensuing action, while "Chariots of Fire" plays in the background.​

Photo 1: Sherman running, a look of terror on his face as a gang of furious elders close in on him with their "Rascal" scooters -- waving their canes at him.​

Photo 2: An old lady clings to Sherman's leg, an old man, wearing Bermuda shorts and black socks pulled up to his knees, hangs from his neck, and at least two elderly warriors have each arm. He looks a lot like the wildebeest on Discovery Channel as the pack closes in and drags him down. He appears to be screaming for help.​

Photo 3: A circle of frail old bodies around him, Sherman appears to be giving a great-grandfather a Tiger Driver.​

Photo 4: Sherman is airborne, as he leaps off of a pickup's hood, to guillotine legdrop someone's beloved grandpappy.​

The photos fade out as the video feed resumes.​

Sherman Wentworth is on his knees, panting, his clothing soaked with sweat.​

Wentworth: S...seee...I told you I could do it!​

The camera pans over to Tyler who stands there with his arms crossed looking stern.​

Hensen: Mmm...this just proved that you're ready to BEGIN your training...see...there's this Star Trek Convention in town, and they get REAL jumpy when someone says that Spock sucks.​

<FTB>​

 

[BoEd]

"Hey man, are you awake?”​

Tyler Hensen opens his eyes to find Sherman Wentworth mere inches from his face, smiling.​

Hensen: Dude, what the hell.​

Sherman backs up a bit, enough for Tyler to notice that he is wearing nothing more than a pair of boxer shorts, and socks; White socks that go up to his ankles with red and blue stripes at the top. Tyler is in his bed, and the fact that he can feel the sheets touching every piece of his skin but his feet scares him a bit.​

Hensen: Dude, WHAT THE HELL!?​

Tyler grabs the top of the sheets and pulls them up around his neck. He can feel the tears building up in the corner of his eyes, but he refuses to let them fall.​

Wentworth: Last night was great man, I'll never forget it. And don't worry, if anyone asks we can just say we were experimenting. I did it all the time in college.​

Tyler can hold back the tears no longer, and they just seem to roll down the side of his face and into his ears.​

Wentworth: Yeah, I cried too. There's nothing wrong with it.​

Tyler shakes his head as he sits up in his bed, unaware that Sherman is taking a seat next to him, since his eyes are clenched together. The sudden shift of the mattress, and Sherman's hand softly touching his shoulder, cause him to jump back uneasily.​

Wentworth: Hey, calm down man. I know it was your first time, and you may be a little sore... but you'll get used to it, and it won't hurt as much the next time.​

Hensen: We can't tell anyone about this. I mean, I know I told you I was a virgin, but this isn't exactly what I had in mind.​

Wentworth: Pfft... why not? Everybody does it.​

Hensen: Really?​

Sherman notices the weird look on his partner's face.​

Wentworth: Yeah, I mean who doesn't have sex?​

Tyler starts to cry again, just as the door opens and a pair of twins walk in wearing a couple of Tyler's tee shirts. With trays of food in their hands, they look at each other awkwardly before the one on the left with the red hair speaks up.​

Red: Is he alright?​

Tyler wipes the tears from his eyes as he looks over at the beautiful girls, then back at his partner.​

Wentworth: Yeah, but I think he wanted it to be a little more special.​

Hensen (whispering): You mean I'm not gay?​

Sherman jumps back in surprise.​

Wentworth: What?​

Hensen: We didn't... you know...​

Sherman hops off the bed, which makes the girls twitch.​

Wentworth: Hell no! I mean, if that's what you're into cool, but I don't swing that way man.​

Tyler sighs a breath of relief.​

Hensen: Good. You had me scared there for a minute.​

The blonde girl walks over to Sherman, leaning in close.​

Blonde: He doesn't remember?​

Sherman shakes his head, with a big frown on his face.​

Wentworth: Apparently not.​

Sherman walks over and puts a hand on his friend's shoulder.​

Wentworth: Were you really that wasted?​

Tyler closes his eyes, and through the miracles of modern television we get a quick recap of the Bored of Edukashun's night out on the town.​

Photo #1: Tyler and Sherman are in the middle of a party having beer bong races. A crowd of college kids cheering them on.​

Photo #2: With eyes half shut, the two are leaning on the girls in their room for support as they stumble up the stairs of their apartment.​

Photo #3: Sherman hands Tyler a couple of little blue pills, a big grin on his face.​

Tyler's eyes flash open, a smile on his face as he looks over at the red head.​

Hensen: Oh, now I remember. We got tired of waiting to hear from the Saviors of Wrestling, so went out to help me get laid.​

Sherman brings his index finger to his lips, waving the other hand in front of his neck to cut him short.​

Red: Wrestling... I thought you said you were interns at Rachem, Sachem, and Roebaghts.​

Sherman turns back to the girls, a shifty grin on his face as he chuckles nervously.​

Wentworth: Did I? Yeah, that may have been the Tequila talking.​

The two girls toss the trays of food onto the floor simultaneously, quickly gathering their clothes together before storming toward the door.​

Blonde: Oh my God, you guys are such losers.​

The sound of the door slamming echoes through the room.​

Hensen: Sorry, man.​

Sherman shakes his head as he turns back to face his friend.​

Wentworth: Nah, don't worry about it. They said they were Nurse's assistants...​

Hensen: So they're strippers.​

Wentworth (nodding): Of course.​

The door opens back up, and both men turn to find a guy wearing a black tee shirt with fire on it - the words 'I did it first' scrawled messily beneath – and blue baggy shorts. His face is covered in brown bushy hair, but the look of anger is still noticeable. He must have been awoken by the sudden slamming of the door.​

Wentworth: We know, we're being too loud. Jeez, Marty, go back to your damn cave.​

Marty: I have a room just like you, asshole. Just because I'm a caveman doesn't mean I'm living in the stone age, jerk.​

Wentworth: Whatever, you didn't hear us *****ing the other night when you almost burned the place down.​

Marty (grunting a bit): I was cold.​

Hensen: Then you turn up the heat, you don't start a fire on your floor.​

Marty finally notices the two guys, and their lack of clothing.​

Marty (pointing): Uhm...​

Hensen: No, we aren't.​

Marty (shrugging): Okay... Well, I'm gonna go get some breakfast, you guys want anything?​

Wentworth: Sure thing man, how about some bacon and Pterodactyl egg tacos.​

Marty (mumbling): Asshole.​

The door closes behind him and the two burst out laughing.​

 

[Adam_Benjamin]

(Fade into the out side of a Gym. As the camera gets close the the door the giant "Bulldogs Gym" sign is seen. There is a door mat that reads "Welcome to First Class". Inside the gym stand the Saviors of Wrestling waiting for the camera man to begin filming them.)

Benjamin:

"New Era Of Wrestling the time has finally come for "Yours Truly" to grace your ring. All that I have done in my career up until now has lead me to this federation.

For today the New Era is graced with it' newest team, the Saviors of Wrestling.

(Adam smiles, and Chandler Maxwell begins to speak.)

Maxwell:

"New Era fans, welcome to "First Class" were you will get to witness each time we step into the ring what true professional wrestling is all about.

As a team we pride ourselves on both our abilities and our respect for this sport in which we perform under.

Benjamin:

"As Saviors of Wrestling our goal is to bring back the tradition of this sport. We are purest, we are new age technicians inside the ring."

Maxwell:

"Unlike our opponents, you will not ever catch us demoralizing the sport of wrestling, let alone ourselves.

Benjamin:

"True Englishman such as our selves carry a strong moral ethic of pride to the ring.

Maxwell:

"As the Saviors or goal is to purify the wrestling world of barbaric hacks, drunks, and garbage wrestling."

Benjamin:

"And it looks like our opponents define everything we are against. You see with us we carry a strong track record.

We are born winners and we expect nothing less each time we step into the ring."

Maxwell:

"This week the New Era is take to First Class as the Saviors of Wrestling debut. The very core of the Tag team Division will be turned flip upside down."

Benjamin:

"It is with pride and honor I will finally grace this promotions ring. And how fitting I get to expose two degenerates at the same time."

Maxwell:

The bong hits, the late night parties, the keg stands? Sure they might be fun, but were are the going to get you when you step inside the ring.

Benjamin:

"Boys the reality is that you may be able the toss around a few old folks. Hey great job on out running those scooters. I have not seen someone,, let alone two people out run scooters like that since that episode of Seinfeld.

Maxwell:

"I was in the pool! I was in the pool!"

Benjamin: (Smiling)

"The fact is that you may be a great reflection of the Movie Beerfest, but it will be us drinking Champaign in the winners circle after our match.

So continue to party, while we continue to train. But remember that when the bell rings The Saviors of Wrestling will not be held accountable for what happens to you guys if you are not prepared to wrestling us.

Maxwell:

"This week we are going to set the standard for that Tag team wrestling will be all about in the New Era. Good Luck mates.

(Fade to black)