PaulNJ21
I shunned a voodoo witch, decapitated a black cat
This is a first round match in the WFW World Tag Tournament. The Angle/RP deadline is Sunday, April 17th 11:59 PM EST. Send all angles to pmiller21@gmail.com
WFW Great Expectations: Dan Ryan & Beast vs. Aaron Rage & Pulsar
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FADE IN
DAN RYAN sits smugly on a simple metal folding chair, one leg draped perpendicular across the other. The room is a nondescript room with white walls and no hint of anything else. Ryan sits partially leaning backward, relaxed - shades covering his eyes from imaginary brightness.
Ryan: "Cat's got everyone's tongue eh? Ok then, allow me."
"It would seem as though, as usual I am expected to carry the burden in this match."
"It would see as though no one else can be bothered to come out of their little holes for five minutes to speak and attempt to get anyone at all interested in this match so that it doesn't end up being a glorified backdrop for a bathroom break."
"Ironic then, that I was asked to do this and yet matched up against two eunich mutes. Ironic even further that the joke turns on a quick one-eighty as I team with a man who hates my guts."
Ryan removes his sunglasses, places them on the floor beside him and smirks.
"I am in the middle of teaching young Marcus Westcott a valuable lesson that will take him through the formative years of his professional wrestling career, and the two of you get to be part of the course."
"You see, Marcus is under contract to me."
"Not only is Marcus under contract to me, but Marcus had a very nasty habit of ignoring my advice while Empire Pro World Champion."
"Because of his stubbornness, he stands here today teaming with me in this tournament beltless while his belt is wrapped around my manager, his ex-girlfriend."
"All this being true and unimpeachable, Marcus wants his title back very...very...very badly."
"Yet I hold all the cards."
"Marcus tried things his way, and found them to be in error."
"He now finds himself in a position to listen because I have what he wants - the power to say the word and give him a return shot at his precious title."
"And what better way to learn his lesson than to stand by my side and learn the value of true teamwork and trust by winning the inaugural World's Finest Tag Team Championship?"
"Marcus is a very hungry man, and I am in no mood to fail. These are two things that do not bode well for either of you."
"I assume Marcus will have his own outlook on all of this, and it's just as well. We remain two men with a common goal which unfortunately....goes through the two of you."
FADE OUT...
DAN RYAN sits smugly on a simple metal folding chair, one leg draped perpendicular across the other. The room is a nondescript room with white walls and no hint of anything else. Ryan sits partially leaning backward, relaxed - shades covering his eyes from imaginary brightness.
Ryan: "Cat's got everyone's tongue eh? Ok then, allow me."
"It would seem as though, as usual I am expected to carry the burden in this match."
"It would see as though no one else can be bothered to come out of their little holes for five minutes to speak and attempt to get anyone at all interested in this match so that it doesn't end up being a glorified backdrop for a bathroom break."
"Ironic then, that I was asked to do this and yet matched up against two eunich mutes. Ironic even further that the joke turns on a quick one-eighty as I team with a man who hates my guts."
Ryan removes his sunglasses, places them on the floor beside him and smirks.
"I am in the middle of teaching young Marcus Westcott a valuable lesson that will take him through the formative years of his professional wrestling career, and the two of you get to be part of the course."
"You see, Marcus is under contract to me."
"Not only is Marcus under contract to me, but Marcus had a very nasty habit of ignoring my advice while Empire Pro World Champion."
"Because of his stubbornness, he stands here today teaming with me in this tournament beltless while his belt is wrapped around my manager, his ex-girlfriend."
"All this being true and unimpeachable, Marcus wants his title back very...very...very badly."
"Yet I hold all the cards."
"Marcus tried things his way, and found them to be in error."
"He now finds himself in a position to listen because I have what he wants - the power to say the word and give him a return shot at his precious title."
"And what better way to learn his lesson than to stand by my side and learn the value of true teamwork and trust by winning the inaugural World's Finest Tag Team Championship?"
"Marcus is a very hungry man, and I am in no mood to fail. These are two things that do not bode well for either of you."
"I assume Marcus will have his own outlook on all of this, and it's just as well. We remain two men with a common goal which unfortunately....goes through the two of you."
FADE OUT...
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An Uneasy Situation
Fade in to a personal home gym, stocked wall to wall with the latest in fitness equipment. A pool fills the background and we see Beast pounding away at a heavy bag, working hard, covered in sweat, the sounds of his fists driving into the bag echoing throughout the room. He gives the bag a few more STIFF shots, and then stops, breathing hard, and he shakes out his arms before grabbing a towel and drying off.
Beast: A new company. New faces. New opponents.
A whole new adventure.
And one not-so-new tag team partner.
Dan Ryan.
My - how do I put this delicately - Employer in Empire Pro Wrestling. To put it not-so-delicately, a man that I think is the scum of the earth. He's done nothing but make my life in EPW a living hell from the moment I walked through that promotion's doors and wrestled my first match. He's spent my entire time there trying to make me into something I'm not.
And here I stand, on the threshold of my first match here in WFW, and now the sonofab*tch is my tag team partner, and we're making a run at the company's tag team titles.
Blissful irony, is it not?
The thing is, the b*stard's right. He holds all the cards. He has the power to give me what I want - what is rightfully mine.
And I have no choice but to listen.
I *AM* the rightful EPW World Heavyweight Champion, having been struck down by a b*tch in disguise with a shot to the family jewels.
Lindsay Troy knows I deserve that title belt. Dan Ryan knows it. All of EPW knows it.
But Dan Ryan is the key to what I want.
As much as I hate it... as much as I can't STAND it... as much as the man disgusts every cell in my body...
He's right.
He does hold all the cards. And right now, he's thrown me nothing. Not even a pair.
The problem is, I want the royal flush.
So for now, I've got to do what he says. He wants me to be his tag team partner in this little tournament?
So be it.
If it means getting my title back, then that's what I have to do.
Hungry, Dan?
I'm drooling.
I'm salivating over the fact that I know that - even though I hate your guts - you're a competitor of the highest caliber, and together, I don't know if there's anyone that can stand in our way in this tournament.
There's that irony thing again.
So what does this mean for Aaron Rage & Pulsar?
For that matter, what does this mean for the other 15 teams in this tag team tournament?
I can hear it now. Guys like Cameron Cruise and Joey Melton saying how tight-knit of a team they are - never mind the fact that I beat them both all on my own - and while being forced to wear a dress, for that matter...
Tight-knit doesn't matter one bloody bit. In A1E, I held the Tag Team Championships with my most hated enemy - for 7 months. I held the Tag Team Championships again in A1E for 8 months in 2004.
I know what it's like to be a Tag Team Champion. I know what it takes.
Cruise and Melton - or anyone else that has that in their heads - you have no clue what you're talking about.
Aaron Rage and Pulsar - I have to admit I know nothing about you. I really don't know anything about anyone in this tournament - or WFW - outside of Dan Ryan and the Cameron Cruise Rejects. Does that really give you an edge over me?
I don't think so.
You're not superior - you don't hold an edge. To me, you're just another faceless victim on my road back to the top.
Even if that means working with Dan Ryan.
Fade.
Fade in to a personal home gym, stocked wall to wall with the latest in fitness equipment. A pool fills the background and we see Beast pounding away at a heavy bag, working hard, covered in sweat, the sounds of his fists driving into the bag echoing throughout the room. He gives the bag a few more STIFF shots, and then stops, breathing hard, and he shakes out his arms before grabbing a towel and drying off.
Beast: A new company. New faces. New opponents.
A whole new adventure.
And one not-so-new tag team partner.
Dan Ryan.
My - how do I put this delicately - Employer in Empire Pro Wrestling. To put it not-so-delicately, a man that I think is the scum of the earth. He's done nothing but make my life in EPW a living hell from the moment I walked through that promotion's doors and wrestled my first match. He's spent my entire time there trying to make me into something I'm not.
And here I stand, on the threshold of my first match here in WFW, and now the sonofab*tch is my tag team partner, and we're making a run at the company's tag team titles.
Blissful irony, is it not?
The thing is, the b*stard's right. He holds all the cards. He has the power to give me what I want - what is rightfully mine.
And I have no choice but to listen.
I *AM* the rightful EPW World Heavyweight Champion, having been struck down by a b*tch in disguise with a shot to the family jewels.
Lindsay Troy knows I deserve that title belt. Dan Ryan knows it. All of EPW knows it.
But Dan Ryan is the key to what I want.
As much as I hate it... as much as I can't STAND it... as much as the man disgusts every cell in my body...
He's right.
He does hold all the cards. And right now, he's thrown me nothing. Not even a pair.
The problem is, I want the royal flush.
So for now, I've got to do what he says. He wants me to be his tag team partner in this little tournament?
So be it.
If it means getting my title back, then that's what I have to do.
Hungry, Dan?
I'm drooling.
I'm salivating over the fact that I know that - even though I hate your guts - you're a competitor of the highest caliber, and together, I don't know if there's anyone that can stand in our way in this tournament.
There's that irony thing again.
So what does this mean for Aaron Rage & Pulsar?
For that matter, what does this mean for the other 15 teams in this tag team tournament?
I can hear it now. Guys like Cameron Cruise and Joey Melton saying how tight-knit of a team they are - never mind the fact that I beat them both all on my own - and while being forced to wear a dress, for that matter...
Tight-knit doesn't matter one bloody bit. In A1E, I held the Tag Team Championships with my most hated enemy - for 7 months. I held the Tag Team Championships again in A1E for 8 months in 2004.
I know what it's like to be a Tag Team Champion. I know what it takes.
Cruise and Melton - or anyone else that has that in their heads - you have no clue what you're talking about.
Aaron Rage and Pulsar - I have to admit I know nothing about you. I really don't know anything about anyone in this tournament - or WFW - outside of Dan Ryan and the Cameron Cruise Rejects. Does that really give you an edge over me?
I don't think so.
You're not superior - you don't hold an edge. To me, you're just another faceless victim on my road back to the top.
Even if that means working with Dan Ryan.
Fade.
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Murphy
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Fade in: Aaron Rage is sitting on a park bench with denim shorts on, a white singlet and a black beanie. Behind him is an empty parking lot and there seems to be no one in sight. Rage is leaning forward rubbing his hands together looking at the ground deep in thought.
Rage: Well, it goes like this. At Great Expectations Rage and Pulsar verses Ryan and Beast in a competition for the WFW Tag Team Straps. I don't really know a lot about Pulsar. I know that he comes from the same place I come from. I know he is an extremely tough competitor and won't give up if he has still got one last breath in his body and that's the commitment you need. So I think that we're going to be mates on this journey to become WFW Tag Champions.
But the thing that's got me thinkin is that my opponents are going to get really hurt if they don't start thinkin about what they're doin. I think they're overlooking one major problem.
Rage looks up showing a cold, hard stare.
ME!
The two wrestlers from Down Under, Rage & Pulsar aren't going to lay down for some posers who think they're going to go right through this competition and take those belts home to muma.
To be more worried about your partner then your opponent shows complete disrespect towards me, and that's not a very smart idea. I'm generally a nice guy, I like long walks by the beach, playing Frisbee with my dog, dining out on Sundays, you know... But then when I hear about somebody thinking that I'm just a stepping stone to something bigger it's a whole different ball game.
Rage and Pulsar are going to be the next WFW Tag Champs and Great Expectations, Ryan and Beast, you're going to be OUR stepping stone to the titles.
Rage stands up of the bench.
DON'T SH*T ME, JUST HIT ME!
Fade out
Rage: Well, it goes like this. At Great Expectations Rage and Pulsar verses Ryan and Beast in a competition for the WFW Tag Team Straps. I don't really know a lot about Pulsar. I know that he comes from the same place I come from. I know he is an extremely tough competitor and won't give up if he has still got one last breath in his body and that's the commitment you need. So I think that we're going to be mates on this journey to become WFW Tag Champions.
But the thing that's got me thinkin is that my opponents are going to get really hurt if they don't start thinkin about what they're doin. I think they're overlooking one major problem.
Rage looks up showing a cold, hard stare.
ME!
The two wrestlers from Down Under, Rage & Pulsar aren't going to lay down for some posers who think they're going to go right through this competition and take those belts home to muma.
To be more worried about your partner then your opponent shows complete disrespect towards me, and that's not a very smart idea. I'm generally a nice guy, I like long walks by the beach, playing Frisbee with my dog, dining out on Sundays, you know... But then when I hear about somebody thinking that I'm just a stepping stone to something bigger it's a whole different ball game.
Rage and Pulsar are going to be the next WFW Tag Champs and Great Expectations, Ryan and Beast, you're going to be OUR stepping stone to the titles.
Rage stands up of the bench.
DON'T SH*T ME, JUST HIT ME!
Fade out
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FADE IN: PULSAR, STANDING IN A CHEAP LOOKING OFFICE, THERE IS A FALSE WALL ENCLOSING THE OFFICE, THROUGH THE WINDOW IN THE OFFICE IS THE SAME DIMLY LIT GYM THAT PULSAR ALWAYS OCCUPIED AT THE START OF HIS CAREER. THE END OF THE AARON RAGE PROMO IS PLAYING ON THE TV, PULSAR TURNS TO THE CAMERA WHEN THE TV FADES OUT.
PULSAR: Yeah, yeah, everyone just relax, I'm still around, I havent gone any where. I just thought everything was pretty straight forward, well maybe just a little twist, but still easy to get your head around. (POINTS TWO HANDS AT HIMSELF) Pulsar and (DIRECTS HIS HANDS TO HIS LEFT) Aaron Rage... versus (HANDS TO THE RIGHT) Dan Ryan and Beast. Everyone understand that.. good. Now watch out cause here is where it gets tricky, you see the winners of this match will go on, or if you wanna get technical, the winners of this match will advance. (A LITTLE SARCASTIC) Pretty exciting huh.... (NOW SERIOUS) well yeah it is. The eventual winner of this whole tournament will become the first ever tag team champions to represent World's Finest Wrestling, and we all know what that means.... gold. Gold is the reason I ended that pointless little run in Empire.. good promotion and all just wasnt for me. Gold is the whole reason I'm back here (NODS TOWARDS THE WINDOW).
(THE CAMERA MOVES AWAY FROM PULSAR TOWARDS THE WINDOW, THE CAMERA ZOOMS IN TO THE DUSTY OLD RING AND GYM EQUIPMENT, THEN BACK TO PULSAR)
PULSAR: I had to take it all back to the start, had to get the hunger back. When I first got here, it was all about the money, but then them shiny yellow things that a few guys were wearing around caught my eye. Yeah, I got a shot here and there, and I fought my arse of trying to make the most of those shots, and to come this close (HOLDS UP FINGER AND THUMB INDICATING A SMALL AMOUNT).... (DEEP BREATHS) made me think twice about sticking with the whole game. But, I got involed in a little situation, that I'd rather not get into, but it did bring my sister back to me, she got my head back on track and now here I am, again in the hunt for a WFW strap.
Now as attractive that gold is and as much as I need it, getting there... now that aint gonna be easy. Dan Ryan and Beast, they are some big-arse boys, with reputations to go with it. Now these are some big.. no, massive names in the industry, but you know what, when it comes to the tag format I have pinned even bigger names.. with one Michael Manson topping that list.
I dont know how the team from Down Under was entered into this tournament but I'm not complaining. It seems they're still making them tough back home. This Aaron Rage has the hunger and the passion that I would be looking for in a partner, and with a bit of skill to boot. Rage, this is going to be one of the biggest matches of your career. I'd imagine the wrestling experts and insiders are giving us no chance in hell, so after Great Expectations be prepared to see some shocked faces... the underdogs will become the top dogs. Cue the damn excitement.
PULSAR: Yeah, yeah, everyone just relax, I'm still around, I havent gone any where. I just thought everything was pretty straight forward, well maybe just a little twist, but still easy to get your head around. (POINTS TWO HANDS AT HIMSELF) Pulsar and (DIRECTS HIS HANDS TO HIS LEFT) Aaron Rage... versus (HANDS TO THE RIGHT) Dan Ryan and Beast. Everyone understand that.. good. Now watch out cause here is where it gets tricky, you see the winners of this match will go on, or if you wanna get technical, the winners of this match will advance. (A LITTLE SARCASTIC) Pretty exciting huh.... (NOW SERIOUS) well yeah it is. The eventual winner of this whole tournament will become the first ever tag team champions to represent World's Finest Wrestling, and we all know what that means.... gold. Gold is the reason I ended that pointless little run in Empire.. good promotion and all just wasnt for me. Gold is the whole reason I'm back here (NODS TOWARDS THE WINDOW).
(THE CAMERA MOVES AWAY FROM PULSAR TOWARDS THE WINDOW, THE CAMERA ZOOMS IN TO THE DUSTY OLD RING AND GYM EQUIPMENT, THEN BACK TO PULSAR)
PULSAR: I had to take it all back to the start, had to get the hunger back. When I first got here, it was all about the money, but then them shiny yellow things that a few guys were wearing around caught my eye. Yeah, I got a shot here and there, and I fought my arse of trying to make the most of those shots, and to come this close (HOLDS UP FINGER AND THUMB INDICATING A SMALL AMOUNT).... (DEEP BREATHS) made me think twice about sticking with the whole game. But, I got involed in a little situation, that I'd rather not get into, but it did bring my sister back to me, she got my head back on track and now here I am, again in the hunt for a WFW strap.
Now as attractive that gold is and as much as I need it, getting there... now that aint gonna be easy. Dan Ryan and Beast, they are some big-arse boys, with reputations to go with it. Now these are some big.. no, massive names in the industry, but you know what, when it comes to the tag format I have pinned even bigger names.. with one Michael Manson topping that list.
I dont know how the team from Down Under was entered into this tournament but I'm not complaining. It seems they're still making them tough back home. This Aaron Rage has the hunger and the passion that I would be looking for in a partner, and with a bit of skill to boot. Rage, this is going to be one of the biggest matches of your career. I'd imagine the wrestling experts and insiders are giving us no chance in hell, so after Great Expectations be prepared to see some shocked faces... the underdogs will become the top dogs. Cue the damn excitement.
PaulNJ21 said:
While I understand your frustration, it would be helpful for someone to point these threads out to me when they happen so that I can investigate and find a complete fix. Every time we tried to do a test thread or watch a specific thread or post, the problem 'disappears,' so I can't get a viable example to go to tech support with.
If 'half' the posted aren't registering, then we we ought to be able to get a couple of good examples. All you need to do when you see an example is to send me a private message or an e-mail to chad@fwrestling.com.
The lag time on the boards that could be affecting how posts are updated is due to memory (RAM) issues. Over the last week, I've identified there is a log file that continues to hang up almost every evening and taking up considerable resources from about 4am until the time I kill it each day. I've contacted tech support and expect this to be resolved today or tomorrow. At some point, we will still need to increase the RAM on the server, at a cost of about $500.
As far as being able to view updated posted, the "View New Posts" link at top should be somewhat helpful.
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MarcusWestcott
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And now back to your regularly scheduled RPs....
Fade in to a WFW backdrop: a brick wall in various states of disrepair; bricks cracked and chipped all over the place, and grafitti dots its landscape. In the middle of it all, unmarred by all the imperfections, a WFW logo is painted, standing out over all the rest. Beast stands in front of the wall, decked out in a black "Cradles Aren't For Sleeping" tshirt and jeans.
Beast: Who woulda thunk it?
Just when things are getting so quiet around here in regards to this match, a couple of shrimp-barbeque-ing Aussies come crawling out of the woodwork, so anxious to finally be heard they're practically stumbling all over themselves to get camera time.
And they say absolutely nothing.
You have Rage pissing and moaning about how we're showing him a lack of respect.
Well, Rage, what do you call wasting my time? If the best you can do is come out here and call us a couple posers and declare victory just because Dan Ryan and I "don't get along"....
Well, son, it's going to be an awful long flight back Down Under.
Where's our respect?
Dan Ryan and I really don't see eye to eye. Everyone in this business knows that. However, we are professional enough to keep what happens outside the ropes just exactly that - outside the ropes.
Once we step into the squared circle, junior, it's all about defeating whoever it is that is unlucky enough to get placed in the ring opposite us on that particular night. That being said, I know it's not going to all come up roses.
It's not going to be quick tags and amazing double team maneuvers and finishers. I expect that when the night's over, our chests are going to have huge hand-sized welts in them - and that'll be just from the tags.
I, however, am a smart enough man to realize when I'm in a situation where I'm not in complete control.
When I step between those ropes, my focus is going to be on one thing and one thing only: defeating my opponent. And if defeating my opponent means co-existing with a bast*rd partner long enough to get what I want, then that's exactly what I'll do.
It's kinda funny, though, Rage.
You come out here amidst all the pomp and circumstance of a team that has no doubt they're coming away with the inauguaral WFW tag team championship. You say it's a done deal cause Ryan and I are going to be at each other's throats.
But have you asked yourself a question, Rage? It's perhaps the most important one of all.
How can you be so sure?
You rip on us because Ryan and I aren't exactly getting along.
Ok, fine.
But how about you and Pulsar?
Hell, you don't even KNOW each other. You've never spent a second together in that ring. Now, I don't know Ryan inside and out - nor do I care to - but I think here's where I have a leg up.
I do know him.
I've been in the ring with him, boys. I've taken shot after shot from this man. I know what he's capable of. I know what he can do, and most likely when he's going to do it. Dan Ryan has watched an awful lot of tape of me, seeing as I was his Champion and all. He knows the same things about me.
I can use that knowledge to co-exist with him, to work with him, rather than have to learn all about each other from scratch. And he can use his.
We've got quite the head start, Rage.
And you're not going to be able to catch up.
And, as for the *other* Croc Hunter wannabe...
It's all about the gold, is it, Pulsar? Is that the sole factor that drives you?
Really, it's not a bad thing. To endeavor to be the best is always an honorable goal. It keeps you focused. It keeps you motivated. It drives you.
So why was it that you left Empire Pro?
Why did you abandon the gold - the thing that you care most deeply about? I think I know the answer...
Was it because that the talent in Empire Pro wasn't quite up to your level?
No, I don't think that's it.
More likely, when you stood at the bottom of the totem pole in Empire Pro... when you looked waaaaaaaay up at the top and you saw names like Christian Sands, Dan Ryan, and Beast... you just knew you couldn't cut it. You knew that you'd never attain your goals, so you cut out and tried to find greener pasture.
But there's a problem with that now, isn't there?
You left Empire Pro, Pulsar... but now Empire's come back to find you.
And you're scared sh*tless.
I'm glad we could throw you this little homecoming, Pulsar.
Really, I am.
Let the asskickings continue!
Don't worry, we won't look back after we've stomped you into the canvas and folded you up into a tiny box. You can save some airfare as you're shipped back Down Under in a box with "Fragile" stamped on the side.
That's what your tag team career is right now, boys. FRAGILE.
And when you step into the ring against us, it's going to get stomped all to hell.
FTB
Fade in to a WFW backdrop: a brick wall in various states of disrepair; bricks cracked and chipped all over the place, and grafitti dots its landscape. In the middle of it all, unmarred by all the imperfections, a WFW logo is painted, standing out over all the rest. Beast stands in front of the wall, decked out in a black "Cradles Aren't For Sleeping" tshirt and jeans.
Beast: Who woulda thunk it?
Just when things are getting so quiet around here in regards to this match, a couple of shrimp-barbeque-ing Aussies come crawling out of the woodwork, so anxious to finally be heard they're practically stumbling all over themselves to get camera time.
And they say absolutely nothing.
You have Rage pissing and moaning about how we're showing him a lack of respect.
Well, Rage, what do you call wasting my time? If the best you can do is come out here and call us a couple posers and declare victory just because Dan Ryan and I "don't get along"....
Well, son, it's going to be an awful long flight back Down Under.
Where's our respect?
Dan Ryan and I really don't see eye to eye. Everyone in this business knows that. However, we are professional enough to keep what happens outside the ropes just exactly that - outside the ropes.
Once we step into the squared circle, junior, it's all about defeating whoever it is that is unlucky enough to get placed in the ring opposite us on that particular night. That being said, I know it's not going to all come up roses.
It's not going to be quick tags and amazing double team maneuvers and finishers. I expect that when the night's over, our chests are going to have huge hand-sized welts in them - and that'll be just from the tags.
I, however, am a smart enough man to realize when I'm in a situation where I'm not in complete control.
When I step between those ropes, my focus is going to be on one thing and one thing only: defeating my opponent. And if defeating my opponent means co-existing with a bast*rd partner long enough to get what I want, then that's exactly what I'll do.
It's kinda funny, though, Rage.
You come out here amidst all the pomp and circumstance of a team that has no doubt they're coming away with the inauguaral WFW tag team championship. You say it's a done deal cause Ryan and I are going to be at each other's throats.
But have you asked yourself a question, Rage? It's perhaps the most important one of all.
How can you be so sure?
You rip on us because Ryan and I aren't exactly getting along.
Ok, fine.
But how about you and Pulsar?
Hell, you don't even KNOW each other. You've never spent a second together in that ring. Now, I don't know Ryan inside and out - nor do I care to - but I think here's where I have a leg up.
I do know him.
I've been in the ring with him, boys. I've taken shot after shot from this man. I know what he's capable of. I know what he can do, and most likely when he's going to do it. Dan Ryan has watched an awful lot of tape of me, seeing as I was his Champion and all. He knows the same things about me.
I can use that knowledge to co-exist with him, to work with him, rather than have to learn all about each other from scratch. And he can use his.
We've got quite the head start, Rage.
And you're not going to be able to catch up.
And, as for the *other* Croc Hunter wannabe...
It's all about the gold, is it, Pulsar? Is that the sole factor that drives you?
Really, it's not a bad thing. To endeavor to be the best is always an honorable goal. It keeps you focused. It keeps you motivated. It drives you.
So why was it that you left Empire Pro?
Why did you abandon the gold - the thing that you care most deeply about? I think I know the answer...
Was it because that the talent in Empire Pro wasn't quite up to your level?
No, I don't think that's it.
More likely, when you stood at the bottom of the totem pole in Empire Pro... when you looked waaaaaaaay up at the top and you saw names like Christian Sands, Dan Ryan, and Beast... you just knew you couldn't cut it. You knew that you'd never attain your goals, so you cut out and tried to find greener pasture.
But there's a problem with that now, isn't there?
You left Empire Pro, Pulsar... but now Empire's come back to find you.
And you're scared sh*tless.
I'm glad we could throw you this little homecoming, Pulsar.
Really, I am.
Let the asskickings continue!
Don't worry, we won't look back after we've stomped you into the canvas and folded you up into a tiny box. You can save some airfare as you're shipped back Down Under in a box with "Fragile" stamped on the side.
That's what your tag team career is right now, boys. FRAGILE.
And when you step into the ring against us, it's going to get stomped all to hell.
FTB
stuclif
League Member
Re: And now back to your regularly scheduled RPs....
FADE IN: PULSAR IS IN THE SAME GYM AS PREVIOUSLY, WEARING A SWEAT STAINED GREY SINGLET WITH DARK RUNNING SHORTS.
PULSAR: Wow (EYES WIDE OPEN, NODDING HEAD)... man I haven't seen a bigger waste celluloid since that XXX movie. Beast, I hope the WFW is making you pay for puttin your promos on tape. Seriously though, you woulve been alot more intimidating if you had of just kept your mouth shut instead of taking a page from "Disconcerting Promos 101". Now luckily for those at home, I too have read this book and can explain process that our man Beast has gone through.
(PULSAR HOLDS UP HIS HAND AS IF READING OF HIS PALM)
PULSAR:Step 1, if opponent.. or opponents in this case, has a different place of origin then the majority of opponents, make a point of it and use faithful but unoriginal quip. You wouldnt want to show an arrogance to the any other world cultures or make your self look like a jack a** with your lack of knowledge.
(PULSAR TICKS HIS HAND)
PULSAR: Check. Right... Step 2. Pick out major themes from opponents previous promos and disparage their claims, slash, predictions. This give your promo more body and enable your head to remain more in camera. It will also give you back any confidence you may have lost from said promo and enable you to talk to girls again.
(PULSAR TICKS HIS HAND AGAIN)
PULSAR: Check. Step 3. (PULSAR LOOKS UP TO THE CAMERA) Now kids, this step is optional. Repeat step 2, but this time use any minor points that were used in previous promos. This will give the appearance that you can pay attention to detail and once again helping you with girls.
(PULSAR TICKS HIS HAND AGAIN)
PULSAR: Check. Now kids this last step is a very important one. Step 4. Finish off the promo either by threatening violence or a threatening tone of voice. If you feel creative you can combine the two, rounding the promo in a very macho and menacing fashion. Check.
(PULSAR SCREWS UP THE PRETEND BIT OF PAPER IN HIS HAND AND THOWS IT OVER HIS LEFT SHOULDER)
Thats what I think of that whole format, crap... absolute crap. Beast, rag on what Rage and myself say as much as you like, your just ading fuel to a fire that needs no stoking. We're both hungry, Rage cause he's trying to, and he will one way or another, make a name for himself. And me... well I've got my own reasons, and no its not for just another wardrobe accessory, as you make it out to be but for everything that it represents, and if dont know what that means you shouldn't be allowed to have any further honors, such as a championship belt bestowed on you.
Don't you underestimate me... for your own sake. Cue the excitement.
FADE IN: PULSAR IS IN THE SAME GYM AS PREVIOUSLY, WEARING A SWEAT STAINED GREY SINGLET WITH DARK RUNNING SHORTS.
PULSAR: Wow (EYES WIDE OPEN, NODDING HEAD)... man I haven't seen a bigger waste celluloid since that XXX movie. Beast, I hope the WFW is making you pay for puttin your promos on tape. Seriously though, you woulve been alot more intimidating if you had of just kept your mouth shut instead of taking a page from "Disconcerting Promos 101". Now luckily for those at home, I too have read this book and can explain process that our man Beast has gone through.
(PULSAR HOLDS UP HIS HAND AS IF READING OF HIS PALM)
PULSAR:Step 1, if opponent.. or opponents in this case, has a different place of origin then the majority of opponents, make a point of it and use faithful but unoriginal quip. You wouldnt want to show an arrogance to the any other world cultures or make your self look like a jack a** with your lack of knowledge.
(PULSAR TICKS HIS HAND)
PULSAR: Check. Right... Step 2. Pick out major themes from opponents previous promos and disparage their claims, slash, predictions. This give your promo more body and enable your head to remain more in camera. It will also give you back any confidence you may have lost from said promo and enable you to talk to girls again.
(PULSAR TICKS HIS HAND AGAIN)
PULSAR: Check. Step 3. (PULSAR LOOKS UP TO THE CAMERA) Now kids, this step is optional. Repeat step 2, but this time use any minor points that were used in previous promos. This will give the appearance that you can pay attention to detail and once again helping you with girls.
(PULSAR TICKS HIS HAND AGAIN)
PULSAR: Check. Now kids this last step is a very important one. Step 4. Finish off the promo either by threatening violence or a threatening tone of voice. If you feel creative you can combine the two, rounding the promo in a very macho and menacing fashion. Check.
(PULSAR SCREWS UP THE PRETEND BIT OF PAPER IN HIS HAND AND THOWS IT OVER HIS LEFT SHOULDER)
Thats what I think of that whole format, crap... absolute crap. Beast, rag on what Rage and myself say as much as you like, your just ading fuel to a fire that needs no stoking. We're both hungry, Rage cause he's trying to, and he will one way or another, make a name for himself. And me... well I've got my own reasons, and no its not for just another wardrobe accessory, as you make it out to be but for everything that it represents, and if dont know what that means you shouldn't be allowed to have any further honors, such as a championship belt bestowed on you.
Don't you underestimate me... for your own sake. Cue the excitement.
FADE IN
We open to a lovely shot of Dan Ryan and Lindsay Troy sitting side by side in comfy looking padded chairs - in the center of a workout room, a gym area, what have you.
From time to time someone in workout gear passes by in the background. Troy sits lightly with one leg crossed over the other. Ryan simply stares at the camera.
And stares some more.
And says nothing.
Troy takes a sort of double take peek at Ryan and audibly whispers, "You know the camera's on, right?"
Ryan halfheartedly looks at her, a thumb pointed back toward the camera. "You mean there's no excitement first?"
Troy looks at Ryan with a puzzled expression. "Uhh, not that I know of."
Ryan pouts. "No fair."
Troy puts a hand on his shoulder to mock console the big man. "It'll be okay."
Ryan, crossing his arms over his chest continues to pout. "But he cued it. He cued the excitement dammit. He cued the excitement and I'm not leaving until I get some excitement."
Troy continues to look consolingly at the big man. "I think it was just a catchphrase, dear."
Ryan's eyes light up in surprise and recognition. "So you mean he's....you're saying he....."
Troy gives a sympathetic knowing nod. "Yes, I'm afraid so."
Ryan turns and gives the camera a full on shot of complete shock, then gestures to Lindsay. "Excuse me for a second, won't you?"
Troy motions to the camera as though saying 'The floor is yours' as Ryan turns himself to directly address the camera.
Ryan: "Ahem."
"So, let me get this straight then."
"What appears to be going on, is that my esteemed partner in crime - one Marcus Westcott, better known as the scawwy scawwy Beast...." (Troy smiles) "...is being lectured on originality in pro wrestling promotional pieces by Pulsar, a man who works harder at fitting his catchphrase into the end of his spots than on actually giving us any concept of why a sane person should expect his team to win this match."
"That is what's going on isn't it, Pulsar?"
"I mean, far be it from me to call someone out for being a hypocrite my good man. But if it walks like a duck, quacks like a duck and in your case, smells like a duck - it's probably a duck."
"For one thing, originality in professional wrestling is an oxymoron to begin with, what with you blazing the trail of the step by step guide to how someone else uses a step by step guide."
"I mean, what the HELL are you even doing?"
"Can you even follow what the hell you're talking about? Is there a logical point in there somewhere or should I make one up for myself as I go along?"
"Let me sum this entire situation up for you in the most direct way possible."
"I know you and Johnny Cage can't beat us."
"You know you can't beat us."
"Why are we bullsh**tin'?"
"Why the hell are we even bothering?"
"And does it really matter? It's a pretty good bet that I could beat your team by myself. If I knew ahead of time who my opponents were gonna be I would've saved myself a plane ticket for Beast over here and left the damn Canadian back up in Saskatoon or whatever godforsaken hellhole he's from."
"You know what's the funniest about you saying he'd be more intimidating if he kept his mouth shut?"
"What's funny about that line is that you really are intimidated before we even speak a single word."
"Now Lindsay here, in a rare moment of charity asked me to go easy on you before cutting this piece - so I'll pull back just a tad."
"Just remember, if you don't want your Iron Mike Sharpe-ish ass embarrassed on live National Television, you'll try not to critique your superiors. That is unless you want me to slap you in your fat head so hard you'll find yourself waking up back in your momma's pouch where your insignificant little life started."
"Now be a good little boy and go make yourself useful. Skim some plankton off that f**king barrier reef you people have over there."
"Maybe there's a nice sea turtle down there who'd be more interested in talking to you."
The camera pulls back to a shot of a relaxed Ryan and a smirking Troy as we...
FADE TO STATIC....
We open to a lovely shot of Dan Ryan and Lindsay Troy sitting side by side in comfy looking padded chairs - in the center of a workout room, a gym area, what have you.
From time to time someone in workout gear passes by in the background. Troy sits lightly with one leg crossed over the other. Ryan simply stares at the camera.
And stares some more.
And says nothing.
Troy takes a sort of double take peek at Ryan and audibly whispers, "You know the camera's on, right?"
Ryan halfheartedly looks at her, a thumb pointed back toward the camera. "You mean there's no excitement first?"
Troy looks at Ryan with a puzzled expression. "Uhh, not that I know of."
Ryan pouts. "No fair."
Troy puts a hand on his shoulder to mock console the big man. "It'll be okay."
Ryan, crossing his arms over his chest continues to pout. "But he cued it. He cued the excitement dammit. He cued the excitement and I'm not leaving until I get some excitement."
Troy continues to look consolingly at the big man. "I think it was just a catchphrase, dear."
Ryan's eyes light up in surprise and recognition. "So you mean he's....you're saying he....."
Troy gives a sympathetic knowing nod. "Yes, I'm afraid so."
Ryan turns and gives the camera a full on shot of complete shock, then gestures to Lindsay. "Excuse me for a second, won't you?"
Troy motions to the camera as though saying 'The floor is yours' as Ryan turns himself to directly address the camera.
Ryan: "Ahem."
"So, let me get this straight then."
"What appears to be going on, is that my esteemed partner in crime - one Marcus Westcott, better known as the scawwy scawwy Beast...." (Troy smiles) "...is being lectured on originality in pro wrestling promotional pieces by Pulsar, a man who works harder at fitting his catchphrase into the end of his spots than on actually giving us any concept of why a sane person should expect his team to win this match."
"That is what's going on isn't it, Pulsar?"
"I mean, far be it from me to call someone out for being a hypocrite my good man. But if it walks like a duck, quacks like a duck and in your case, smells like a duck - it's probably a duck."
"For one thing, originality in professional wrestling is an oxymoron to begin with, what with you blazing the trail of the step by step guide to how someone else uses a step by step guide."
"I mean, what the HELL are you even doing?"
"Can you even follow what the hell you're talking about? Is there a logical point in there somewhere or should I make one up for myself as I go along?"
"Let me sum this entire situation up for you in the most direct way possible."
"I know you and Johnny Cage can't beat us."
"You know you can't beat us."
"Why are we bullsh**tin'?"
"Why the hell are we even bothering?"
"And does it really matter? It's a pretty good bet that I could beat your team by myself. If I knew ahead of time who my opponents were gonna be I would've saved myself a plane ticket for Beast over here and left the damn Canadian back up in Saskatoon or whatever godforsaken hellhole he's from."
"You know what's the funniest about you saying he'd be more intimidating if he kept his mouth shut?"
"What's funny about that line is that you really are intimidated before we even speak a single word."
"Now Lindsay here, in a rare moment of charity asked me to go easy on you before cutting this piece - so I'll pull back just a tad."
"Just remember, if you don't want your Iron Mike Sharpe-ish ass embarrassed on live National Television, you'll try not to critique your superiors. That is unless you want me to slap you in your fat head so hard you'll find yourself waking up back in your momma's pouch where your insignificant little life started."
"Now be a good little boy and go make yourself useful. Skim some plankton off that f**king barrier reef you people have over there."
"Maybe there's a nice sea turtle down there who'd be more interested in talking to you."
The camera pulls back to a shot of a relaxed Ryan and a smirking Troy as we...
FADE TO STATIC....
M
Murphy
Guest
Aaron Rage is dressed as Steve Irwin the Crocodile Hunter. A fake setting of the Australian Outback is displayed with a background shot of Uluru (Ayers Rock), which has obviously been painted. Half buried in the sand is two televisions, one to the left and the other to the right, both switched off at the present. A rubber snake is laying between both the televisions. Rage is standing at the back of the setting.
Rage: Awww Crikey! Look what we've got 'ere!
Rage approaches the rubber snake and picks it up carefully from the tail.
C'mon mate now, calm down. C'mon mate, I'm not 'ere to hurt ya.
Rage turns to the camera.
What I've got 'ere is a BEAUTIFUL animal. This is a King Brown found in most areas of the Australian Outback. Don't get to close to these fellas, their bite has enough venom to kill 10 grown men. These snakes are so deadly because they have adapted to their environment. They know the land around them and use it to their advantage to hunt and kill their prey.
Rage focuses his attention back on the snake and slowly puts it down.
Now off ya go mate...
The snake begins to move out of camera focus. A fishing string can be vividly seen attached to it's head with backstage staff pulling the snake. Rage returns to looking at the camera with his hands out in front of him all excited-like as he begins to talk.
The Aussie Outback is scary place filled with lots of different types of wildlife. Crikey! There's hundreds of animals out 'ere. But all these beautiful creatures can be classified into two categories. They are Hunters and the Hunted. Out 'ere it's all about survival. Now the best way to....
Rage is suddenly interrupted as one of the televisions turn on. Dan Ryan's last promo can be seen playing on the television to the left.
Aww Crikey what have we got 'ere!?
Rage approaches the television and kneels down next to it.
It looks like if it's a Dan Ryan. Now these things are classified as the Hunted. It has a defence mechanism which avoids it from most Predators but other than that it's quite a harmless animal. See this animal's defence mechanism is to make a lot of noise. See, it's doing it right now.
Rage points to the screen and Dan Ryan is there talking away.
It keeps on doing that until the Predator gets real sick of listening to sh*t and then leaves. Like I said, it does make a lot of noise but don't be fooled it hasn't any bite.
Rage starts patting the top of the television screen like a dog.
There you go little fella.
The television turns off, and immediately the other television turns on. Rage jumps up in the air.
Crikey! That scared me there. Let's go and 'ave a look what else we've got laying 'round 'ere.
Rage approaches the television on the right to see Beast's last promo playing.
Aww Geez, I haven't seen one of these in a while, I thought they were all extinct! What we've got here all you blokes and sheilas watching at home, is a Beast!
Rage looks real scared into the camera and then starts laughing.
Don't worry, this fella won't harm me. What this type of animal is, is a scavenger. Scavengers run around the Outback looking for food scraps to survive. It doesn't actually kill it's prey, something stronger and more powerful does. If there's anything left that the original Predator missed, then these types of animal, Beast's, are usually the ones that clean it up. This fella is no threat to me, cos I'm still alive.
Rage bends down and pats the top of this television as well.
That's it mate. Good on ya.
The television turns off also. Rage stands up and approaches the camera for his final word for the show.
Blokes and sheilas, I hope you've enjoyed today's show about some of the animals in the Aussie Outback. What we didn't see today was any sign of real big predators, like Rage and Pulsar. If they were 'ere the King Brown, Dan Ryan and Beast would of fled. Real predators use the environment they're in to tactically and powerfully defeat any adversary... Like this...
Rage goes to the television on the left and pulls in out of the dirt. He then approaches the television on the right lifts the television above his head and crashes it down on the second television. Both televisions smash to bits, spark and then catch on fire. Rage rips his shirt off and approaches the camera. He looks into the camera with a stern look on his face.
Crikey...
Rage walks away, camera focuses on the two televisions alight. FADE TO BLACK
Rage: Awww Crikey! Look what we've got 'ere!
Rage approaches the rubber snake and picks it up carefully from the tail.
C'mon mate now, calm down. C'mon mate, I'm not 'ere to hurt ya.
Rage turns to the camera.
What I've got 'ere is a BEAUTIFUL animal. This is a King Brown found in most areas of the Australian Outback. Don't get to close to these fellas, their bite has enough venom to kill 10 grown men. These snakes are so deadly because they have adapted to their environment. They know the land around them and use it to their advantage to hunt and kill their prey.
Rage focuses his attention back on the snake and slowly puts it down.
Now off ya go mate...
The snake begins to move out of camera focus. A fishing string can be vividly seen attached to it's head with backstage staff pulling the snake. Rage returns to looking at the camera with his hands out in front of him all excited-like as he begins to talk.
The Aussie Outback is scary place filled with lots of different types of wildlife. Crikey! There's hundreds of animals out 'ere. But all these beautiful creatures can be classified into two categories. They are Hunters and the Hunted. Out 'ere it's all about survival. Now the best way to....
Rage is suddenly interrupted as one of the televisions turn on. Dan Ryan's last promo can be seen playing on the television to the left.
Aww Crikey what have we got 'ere!?
Rage approaches the television and kneels down next to it.
It looks like if it's a Dan Ryan. Now these things are classified as the Hunted. It has a defence mechanism which avoids it from most Predators but other than that it's quite a harmless animal. See this animal's defence mechanism is to make a lot of noise. See, it's doing it right now.
Rage points to the screen and Dan Ryan is there talking away.
It keeps on doing that until the Predator gets real sick of listening to sh*t and then leaves. Like I said, it does make a lot of noise but don't be fooled it hasn't any bite.
Rage starts patting the top of the television screen like a dog.
There you go little fella.
The television turns off, and immediately the other television turns on. Rage jumps up in the air.
Crikey! That scared me there. Let's go and 'ave a look what else we've got laying 'round 'ere.
Rage approaches the television on the right to see Beast's last promo playing.
Aww Geez, I haven't seen one of these in a while, I thought they were all extinct! What we've got here all you blokes and sheilas watching at home, is a Beast!
Rage looks real scared into the camera and then starts laughing.
Don't worry, this fella won't harm me. What this type of animal is, is a scavenger. Scavengers run around the Outback looking for food scraps to survive. It doesn't actually kill it's prey, something stronger and more powerful does. If there's anything left that the original Predator missed, then these types of animal, Beast's, are usually the ones that clean it up. This fella is no threat to me, cos I'm still alive.
Rage bends down and pats the top of this television as well.
That's it mate. Good on ya.
The television turns off also. Rage stands up and approaches the camera for his final word for the show.
Blokes and sheilas, I hope you've enjoyed today's show about some of the animals in the Aussie Outback. What we didn't see today was any sign of real big predators, like Rage and Pulsar. If they were 'ere the King Brown, Dan Ryan and Beast would of fled. Real predators use the environment they're in to tactically and powerfully defeat any adversary... Like this...
Rage goes to the television on the left and pulls in out of the dirt. He then approaches the television on the right lifts the television above his head and crashes it down on the second television. Both televisions smash to bits, spark and then catch on fire. Rage rips his shirt off and approaches the camera. He looks into the camera with a stern look on his face.
Crikey...
Rage walks away, camera focuses on the two televisions alight. FADE TO BLACK