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Post by Lexicon on May 4, 2012 17:25:41 GMT -5
Post all RP's and Promos here. NO DISCUSSION IN THIS THREAD. Just post the RP AND THAT'S IT. Discussion is in another thread...
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Post by Lexicon on May 4, 2012 17:59:42 GMT -5
Howdy, friends...Shot opens up of a beautiful, well maintained golf course. The sun is out in full force covering every inch of the course in light. The camera pans over to Lexicon as he takes a powerful swing at the teed up golf ball. Lexicon connects and the ball goes soaring over the fairway, landing perfectly in the middle. Lex takes a moment to admire his accomplishment, and then smiles out of pride. Lex turns around...Lex: Oh! I didn't see you there. Hello friends, my name is Lexicon. Lex puts the golf club back into his bag.Lex: You must be the TWR PRO audience. It's nice to meet you. When I was contacted to come be apart of this organization, I must admit, I was very hesitant. I mean, I've got my plate pretty full with running E3 Wrestling, which you can find at E3Wrestling.proboards.com, and with my quest to become the FPCPP World Champion. You may be asking yourself, "How can a man with such commitments make time for us insignificant leeches?" First off, don't be so tough on yourselves. Just because it's true, doesn't mean it has to be said. Secondly, I believe TWR-PRO will be special. I'm investing myself into something that I believe will become big. I have an opportunity to get on the ground floor of something special, and I intend to help that become special by just attaching my name to it. Lexicon's demeanor changes rapidly...Lex: But I'll tell you what I DON'T have an opportunity to do. I don't have an opportunity to become the first ever TWR-PRO World Champion. For some reason, I was left out of the tournament to crown the first title holder. Now, I've never won any titles, but I've endured a lot to get to this point. And to be left off the card for someone like Geno Brooks or Brian Cook... well, that's just ignorant. Making such an error that the TWR-PRO booking committee has, it's starting to make me doubt my investment in TWR-PRO. A beautiful, dignified lady steps into frame with a glass of sweet tea for Lexicon. Lexicon accepts the glass, and his demeanor changes back from disappointed to inviting.Lex: Thank you, darling. Fans, this is my gal Friday. Does anything I tell her to. Lex takes a sip of the teaLex: MmmmmMMM! Only in Texas, my friends. Lex sets the tea down on his golf cartLex: Now, back to the tournament. It's true, I won't be on the first show, but I'll be waiting. Me and my Irish Stretch will be waiting for the runner-up of the tournament. Because at show #2, that runner-up and I will go head-to-head to decide who the #1 contender for the TWR-PRO Championship is. And for that runner-up, whoever it may be, I have a warning for you: Make sure you've got some good health insurance. And if you do, make sure it's paid up. I have a feeling you're going to need to file a claim after our match...
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Post by theoriginal on May 4, 2012 23:18:55 GMT -5
The shot changes to a camera zoomed in on a TV playing Lexicon's promo. It zooms out to reveal The Original, watching it while on the phone, not realizing he is being filmed just yet.
Yeah I saw him..... He does look good...... nervous? No, of course not mom. I have this company all figured out..... No, I am just reffing tonight.... I AM A REFEREE.... right
The Original turns around and notices the camera for the first time
No, look, um, I have to go
Original hangs up his cell phone
Sorry, I was talking to my... lawyer. Well I am sure you are here to find out how I feel about having to ref the tournament tonight. Well, sorry to let you, the people, down, but despite the fact that I had hoped to have a much greater role tonight, I have no problem doing what is asked of me. You see, everything I do, I do 100%. If I am mopping the floors, I will mop better than any other mopper. If I am running this company, I would run it better than anyone else, and if I am supposed to ref, well, I guess I have to go out there and be the best damn ref this business has ever seen. As for the belt, well I will make sure that the best, most deserving man walks out with it. I will call every match down the middle, you have my word.
A beeping noise is heard and Original, reaches down, revealing a pager on his pocket
Well business calls, remember kids, its not obsolete, its just original.
Original gives a quick, knowing wink to the camera as he puts his cell back up to his ear
Ya, uh huh, no I talked to him ab......
His voice trails off as he closes the door to his dressing room
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Post by TheNotoriousGENO on May 4, 2012 23:49:19 GMT -5
*Camera man follows TWRPRO interviewer into the Schwartz Compound, a small gym in downtown Pittsburgh owned by Geno's handler. Interviewer approaches Geno sitting down on an old weathered bench inside*
Interviewer: Mr. Brooks, I was wondering if I could get a quick interview reguarding the upcoming tournamanet, You have as good a shot as any to win this thing.
Geno gets up from his seat and shakes the interviewer's hand
Geno Brooks: Quick interview? Sure, I got a few minutes.
Interviewer: Okay thanks. So Geno, who do you think's going to walk away from the tournament with the title and who do you think is the all around best wrestler involved?
Geno Brooks: I am.
Interviewer: ...Er, okay. It's nice to see that you're humble. Alright, next question. We've seen some of your past work and you seem to have a problem keeping your cool and it's cost you being disqualified quite a few times... Are you going to be able to keep your anger in check and not fly off the handle and get dq'd?
Geno Brooks: Look, sometimes I get a little frustrated.. I might not always be the most level headed guy out there, some say I don't know how to play nice. But do not talk about me like I'm some sort of liability, I-
Interviewer: I wasn't implying that you were a liability, I was just asking..
Geno Brooks: I was talking, don't interrupt me. I have every intention of winning this tournament, losing isn't an option. That includes disqualifications. That belt is coming home with me, that's all there is to i-
Interviewer: And what happens if you don't win the tournament?
Geno Brooks: ..What did I just say about interrupting me? One way or another that's going to be my belt. Either I win that tournament or I'm putting everyone on the IR, I won't lose a wink of sleep over eliminating the competition. I will be your champion TWR, hope it doesn't come at the cost of me being the last active roster mem-
Interviewer: Wait wait wait, are you saying you're going to intentionally injure talent?
Geno Brooks: Interrupt me one more time and I'll bite your tongue out of your mouth... Since you seem to be in such a fuckin' hurry I'll go ahead and wrap this up for you. Me strong, me mean, me drop them on head... Me champion. There's your interview Barbara Walters, now get the fuck outta here.
*Camera turns with interviewer and hurries towards door before cutting off*
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Post by Jason "The Bar" Massey on May 5, 2012 7:18:09 GMT -5
Camera settles on a large man sitting on a metal folding chair. While he appears to know that the camera is present, he seems unwilling to look at it at first. The bottle of water that he's hold has had the label partially peeled away, perhaps some sort of nervous habit.
The man glances up, and looks into the camera.
Jason: TWR Pro
He pauses for a moment
Jason: You know, it took me a long time to get here. Ya see, I was never what you might call a "star athlete". I was never captain of any team at school, Hell I never even tried out for any team at school.
He looks back down at his water. His face takes on a "far off stare" quality.
Jason: I mean, why bother right? I knew what the coach would say. "You're just too big for the team. Try and slim down and we'll get ya on board next year."
Whenever myself and the other kids would play outside it would always be things like "Tag" or "Hide and Seek". It wasn't too hard to catch or find me.
I was never going to be home coming king or be a Casanova either. It just wasn't in the cards.
When I was a kid I started watching wrestling. I saw guys that looked like me climb to the top of their profession and I loved it. But as the years went by, I saw less and less to cheer for. The guys that looked like me were replaced with the same thin, good looking guys that could do all the things that I couldn't from my youth. They had even taken that away from me.
He looks back into the camera.
Jason: I've always been a "big guy". It's kept me from doing a hell of a lot of things. Joining TWR Pro could change all of that for me. Ya see, my size isn't a handicap here....it's an advantage.
His demeanor changes to one of excitement.
Jason: For the first time in my entire life, my size...is a strength. I don't have to hold back or be careful with my opponents. I don't have to pull punches or worry about safety. Most of my opponents are going to give all they have just to knock me down.
He takes a breath and returns to a more calm state.
Jason: I'm entered in the TWR Pro tournament and my first opponent is Zeus. I saw what he had to say about me. I'm not surprised that he's already counted me out. I'm new here and don't have the impressive resume that he has. What he's gonna find out though, is that in TWR Pro what you see here - He gestures to his body - is the new measuring stick.
He voice raise and his pulse quickens slightly.
Jason: I'm what everyone else is going to compare themselves too. I'm the guy who, by just being here, has raised the physical bar for every competitor.
He pauses for a moment as his eyes dart back and forth before looking back at the camera. He's calm again.
Jason: Hell...I AM the bar. And after our match Zues....you'll know I'm set too high...for you.
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Post by briancookiecook on May 5, 2012 18:05:19 GMT -5
The arena sits patiently waiting as the show carries on. The fans have been greeted and introduce to a large amount of new characters. But one had been left behind. The lights suddenly collapse into darkness as the tension of the arena begins to bubble.: I told them… I told them not to push… But you pushed a little to hard.A video with graphics appears on the tron showing highlights of Brian “Cookie” Cook’s highest achievements under his many names that he’s held under many different promotions. A lone spotlight flicks on with a clicking noise and shines down onto the center of the stage of the TWR Pro arena as the video fades out again. The flashes of the cameras around the arena illuminate the arena. Slowly, “Pawn” by YouTube star “EpicLoyd” hits the arena’s PA system with a sward’s clashing strike and the fans erupt in cheers.
Brian slowly walks out to the spot light. He is dressed in his typical ring gear, a pair of ring tights, knee pads. He has on a large red and black ring jacket with the hood up. Cookie: Let’s go now. Come on GET UP! It’s time to take some people DOWN!”The fans cheer as Brian walks down to the ring in front of a beautiful light show that has cast a charismatic glow on the arena. Brian slides into the ring and walks to a far ring post. He climbs onto the second turnbuckle and stares out to the crowd. He removes his ring jacket and hands it to the referee outside the ring in exchange for a microphone. Under the Jacket he has on a black TWR Network T-Shirt. The fans are still holding onto their cheering level as Brian begins to speak into the microphone. Cookie: Come on now! Come on! They are going to think I paid you guys to cheer this loudly.The crowd slowly calms down as Brian continues to converse.Cookie: So… TWR Pro. TWR obviously cares a lot about it’s amazing fans by going out and getting some of the best talent in the world to wrestle for the tournament of a lifetime. Let’s see… We have Jules Fontaine. We have The Bar. We have Shane Matthews… which I’m still trying to figure out if that’s a sexual taunt he has or he’s been to the “Spongebob School of Blowing Bubbles”The fans laugh at the taunt towards Shane Matthews as Brian walks to the corner he had just been at and sits at the top turnbuckle. Cookie: But then there’s me. I imagine a lot of you have no idea who I am. My Name is Brian Cook. I have been involved with Professional Wrestling for more years then I can count. I have gone under many names, “The Future” Mark Starr. ‘The Everlasting’ Zodiac. And many others. But one thing has always been true. Is that at the end of the day. When I get onto a plane, or get in my car. The one thing that I have always found comfort in is know that when you all leave this arena tonight, you have in your mind that “Hey, that Cook kid was pretty entertaining.” The fans cheer the gesture and the respect Cook is showing the fansCookie: Because at the end of the day, the fans make this world and the things I get to do go round. You guys determine when I stop this. I can promise though. At the end of the day, as long as you guys can say that I entertained you, then that’s all that matters.The fans clap and cheer chanting “Cookie Cookie,” as Brian gets up from the turnbuckle.Cookie: And tonight, you all will get match after match that will surely tear at heart strings for the guys you are here to root for. But let me say one thing. Let me get one thing out there. Whether my opponent is 500 pounds or 50. Tonight is no different than ANY night I step into the ring. Geno, if you want to talk smack. You want to be the champion, and then you need to put on your big boy pants. Put on a new diaper since you promptly pooped in yours earlier. Put on a new Diaper, new pair of pants you got at the baby GAP and get ready for a show down tonight. Because when we are done with this dance tonight, I’m sure that I will have shown you a few moves you can take home to the 80 dollar hooker you have waiting back at the motel 6. Tonight is my… no… Brian stops and looks back at the fansCookie: TONIGHT IS OUR NIGHT! AND NO ONE IS GONNA STOP US! IT’S TIME TO ROCK!Pawn hits the PA system again as Brian drops the microphone. Brian claps at the fans a few more times and waves before dropping down to the mat by the ring ropes and rolls out of the ring. He backs up the ring showing love to the fans as he walks into the back.
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Post by TheShaneM on May 5, 2012 22:01:22 GMT -5
The scene opens as we are given the sight off the blue sky that surrounds us every day. It’s a nice day for once; the sky is clear with the sun shining down on all those that inhabit the planet below. As the camera pans around, a noise could be heard that becomes increasingly louder every second. Suddenly the camera catches sight of something in the sky. It’s a jet of some sorts. It seems to get closer and closer, as the camera follows it’s every move. The jet descends, coming closer to the ground as possible until it finally lands in front of us. The camera pans around and it becomes more apparent that we are outside the TWR Pro arena. The camera brings its focus on the jet once more; the jet is small but still appears to be very expensive. A man takes his first step out towards the door to the plane; he looks out to the world a stretches. The man is young, wearing a black suit with white collared shirt and red tie, on his face is a pair of aviator glasses and his hair is unlike anything we have seen in years. The young man takes his first steps on ground level, smirking confidentially in the camera, approaching it as such.
Oh what a surprise, a camera waiting for my arrival. Personally, I can’t say I’m surprised but I was expecting a much larger crowd than one measly camera man. I guess people don’t realize what they got ahead of them until its right in front of their face. Allow me to introduce myself, I…am Shane Matthews.
Matthews’s shows off his Emmy award winning smile, removing his glasses to reveal his cocky, confident blue eyes. He raises an eyebrow and takes a look around, shaking his head in disapproval.
So…this is the TWR Pro Arena? This is where I…I, must make my grand appearance for all the masses? Is this a joke? If that’s so, than you people are lucky. I don’t just go around to just any buildings; I go to the very best places in the world to showcase my undoubtedly phenomenal talent. So for all you watching at home, this is a once in a lifetime chance you have to see me in person, cause I know for sure that you all wouldn’t be able to afford to even step foot outside the arenas I usually headline. You see, I’m an attraction baby! I’m a star! No one, and I mean no one possesses what I have, and that’s talent, that’s charisma, any appeal at all, and most importantly…intelligence. For you see, I am aware of the people that will compete in the tournament to crown the very first TWR Pro Heavyweight Champion. My opponents could be defined in two words…enhancement talent, none of them are special, and none of them are winners, so here’s an obvious spoiler alert, it will be I who shall win this tournament. For you see masses, I am the World Heavyweight Champion…I was born champion. It is not a belt that defines a champion, its natural born talent, and I personify it. I was born champion, it’s my birth right, and I don’t need to compete in a tournament filled to the brim with simple commoners to prove to you all that I am the rightful champion of the world. But hey, I’m a generous guy, so you know what? I will compete, I will compete because you people spent what little money you have to see an actual star…and since there are none whatsoever inside that arena, I’m going to have to give you one…me, myself, and I! Consider yourselves thankful.
Matthews grins into the camera, placing his glasses back on face. He adjusts them to fit just perfect on his face, as he confidently walks his way in the direction of the TWR Pro Arena. A limo drives by and stops aside from him. Shane stares at the limo and nods his head in approval. The front door opens as a limo driver exits out the vehicle, making his way to the door to the backseat of the limo, opening it. Matthews’s chuckles stepping into the limo as the driver shuts the door and makes his way back to the driver seat. Suddenly the back window comes down as Shane pokes his head out the window.
You know, it’s the simple things in life…
Shane chuckles cockily until it becomes an obnoxious laugh; in the process of doing so, the window slowly rises until it is closed, concealing Matthews inside. The limo begins to drive, making its way to the entrance of the arena as the cameras pans back to where it had initially been to begin with, the sky, as the camera fades to black.
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Post by doctorzeus on May 6, 2012 1:06:42 GMT -5
*Promo starts off with Zeus on his way to the arena that will hold the TWR Pro tournament signing autographs on a nice sunny day at around 3pm. Zeus signs a few autographs before he walks by the fans smirking. Zeus makes his way inside and faces the camera.
Zeus: *Takes Deep Breath* Do you think this is easy?
*You can see Zeus defeating 3 opponents at the same time.
Zeus: Well your right. It is. *Takes Pause* I have been the face of every company out there.
*You see an advertisement for the main event at a World Wide Entertainment company.
*You now see Zeus standing on the second turnbuckle in an empty arena with a single spotlight standing on him
Voice over of Zeus while hes looking around the arena: This tournament means nothing to me. I have nothing to prove, and no one to prove it to.
*Camera Flashes back to Zeus walking inside the arena.
*Zeus stops walking and sits down at a table provided by the arena for the event.
Zeus: This is my home. I have ended more careers than most people have had matches. Now onto my first opponent, Jason "The Bar" Massey. I'll give him props, he knows his way around the ring, but I'm untouchable.
*Stops and takes a drink of water and pauses to sort out his thoughts
Zeus: My skills can't be compared. I am a legend, a god, an immortal. If Mr. Massey thinks he can beat me than he has another thing coming.
*Zeus' voice changes to a sadistic tone while staring at the table.
Zeus: Listen, I only face the best and I wouldn't be here if this wasn't it. I'm expecting some sort of a challenge from my first opponent. I wish him the best.
*Zeus slowly turns his head toward the camera
Zeus: I know he'll need it once his Fate gets Twisted by my righteous Thunder Bolt!
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Post by TheNotoriousGENO on May 7, 2012 22:31:37 GMT -5
*Interviewer and cameraman are backstage with a celebrating Geno Brooks*
Geno: WOOhoohohoo!! You see that? huh? How bout it? Impressed yet??
Interviwer: Congratulations on your first win Geno, very impressive.
Geno: One down.
Interviewer: So... Jules Fontaine's your next challenge.. Can I get your thoughts?
Geno: Fontaine? The ''class'' guy? Class? I'M IN A CLASS BY MY SELF, SON! There's nothing to say *wipes sweat with towel* he's just gonna be that guy that Geno pinned.
Interviewer: So you're not worried?
Geno: Heh, do I look worried?
*Geno flashes a goofy smile to the camera before strutting out of the lockerroom.* *Camera fades to black*
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Post by briandamage on May 7, 2012 22:50:25 GMT -5
THE DAMAGE HAS COME........
Hello everyone.. it's time for some REAL damage here at TWR FIrepro. It's time for me to show my skills, and climb to THE TOP of the TWR ladder...to quote the popular phrase... So bring me the best you got! Whoever you put in front of me, I will give them a wrestling lesson! They may be too beat up, and concussed to remember that lesson, but it does not matter. I will show everyone in here who the real wrestler in here is.
Damage Done..
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Post by briancookiecook on May 7, 2012 22:55:51 GMT -5
Cookie slowly rolls out of the ring after losing his match. He sighs deeply as the fans are cheering and clapping. He walks over to the ring barrier and collapses against the wall as the interviewer rushes over as Brian burries his head in his hands.
Interviewer: What went wron....
Brian cuts of the interviewer.
Cookie: Let's be honest here. I let a lot of people down. And while Geno goes walking on, did you notice something? You went to him first. That's what they industry is made of. Winners first. These fans are what I work for.
A few of the fans are reaching down patting Brian on his chest as Brian stands to his feet.
Cookie: And I know before this match I told these fans that this was our night. I let them down. But in reality tonight was the start. These fans know it. Without this match, we wouldn't have opened the door to our new beginning. Congrats to Geno on winning, I'm sure the 80 dollar hooker tonight will appreciate you a little more and may actually think about you. But don't forget. Don't forget who got that close. Don't forget WHO might have had his way. You could be kicking the air and screaming because I pulled the football away one more time. Tonight was the beginning. My story is untold, and I'm writing your final chapter. Let's rock!
The fans cheer loudly as Brian claps to the fans and walks up the ramp.
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Post by theoriginal on May 8, 2012 0:55:23 GMT -5
The Original Runs out to the ring announcer and grabs the mic after the last match
Why hello all, I do not believe we have yet to be properly introduced. My name is Dan Phelps, but you can call me "The Original". Now, I may look like just another ref out here, but what you don't know is that I am one of the first people to volunteer for this show. I wanted to take the time to come here and entertain you, the people, but due to an oversight by, well, lets just say someone, I was passed over in favor of men like The Masseys and Geno Brooks, all amazing competitors in their own right.
So I could come out here and complain about being overlooked like some people, or I could do what I was made to do, which is entertain. It has been an honor to ref these matches, and I can not wait for the new champion to be decided. I assure you that with me calling these matches, the most rightful person will in fact walk out of here with the belt. You have my word.
The Original pauses and looks down, grabbing the pager off his belt. The crowd does not seem to know what to make of this virtually unknown ref who has taken it upon himself to open up to them. He brings the mic back up to his face
Remember kids, its not obsolete, its just original, now if you will excuse me, I have to take this.
He walks to the back with a hurried pace with what looks to be a sidekick to his ear
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Post by TheShaneM on May 8, 2012 0:57:41 GMT -5
Backstage stands the man victorious in the first round of the tournament to crown the first TWR PRO Heavyweight Champion, that man is Shane Matthews, wearing his finest suit and aviator sunglasses. Matthews stands, eyes glued to a television, watching the competition. In the process is the match between Zeus and the Bar. The Bar has just defeated the self proclaimed “God” of TWR PRO and is celebrating in the ring. Matthews grasps his chin, stroking it, and grins. Just as he turns his attentions off from the television, and interviewer catches him off guard, holding a microphone to his face.
Interviewer: Shane Matthews, with the Bars victory in the first round, how confident are you heading into round two, knowing you’re going to have to compete against that very man if you hope to make it into the finals?
Shane, though startled by the sudden interview now in the process, keeps his cool and looks confident, grinning and shaking his head.
What do I have to worry about? Did you see what I did in the first round? I defeated a submission specialist. Todd Mabe is a professional, his job is to ground his opponents and make them hurt till they can’t take it anymore and are forced to give up. Did you see that happen out there? No; and do you want to know why? It’s because I am what I said I am and that’s a superstar. You think I fear the Bar? Not a chance! I’m not afraid of a man that is so ugly, so ugly, that he can’t even get the role in a War film playing an extra dead body. The man is hideous, and we all know he can’t last five minutes in that ring without puffing like a chimney. If the Bar wants to do something to impress me, hop on a treadmill and dress apart. Mr. Massey, I’d buy you a suit but I’m afraid they don’t make them in your size. You see, I am a celebrity in this sport. Nobody does what I do better. In that ring I’m the best and when it comes to my clothing, I wear the very best money could buy.
Matthews smiles, slowly spinning around to show off his clothing. He rolls up his sleeve, revealing an expensive looking watch.
You see this watch? You know what this is? It’s a Rolex! And do you know what I use it for!?
Interviewer: To tell time?
Uh, no! I use it to look good! And looking good is what I do best! But hey, for once, I’m going to check what time it is because hey, i'm a nice guy.
Matthews looks at his watch closely. Suddenly his eyebrow raises, he looks shocked.
Wow…you know what time it is? It’s time for the masses to open their eyes for the first time and take notice of the future, the future that is Shane Matthews...heavyweight champion…of the world.
The camera fades, zooming closer into Matthews cocky smile.
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Post by TheNotoriousGENO on May 9, 2012 10:43:09 GMT -5
*Shaun ''Big Interviewer'' Brown and cameraman walk into the locker room where they find Geno Brooks laying across a bench staring up at the ceiling*
Shaun: Geno, I know this must be a hard time for you but could I trouble you for a quick interview?
Geno: You're a poet and you didn't even know it..
Shaun: ..come again?
Geno: Don't worry about it... You know what? Just get out will ya?
Shaun: I just wanted to ask you about the match tonight.
Geno: Ah man, there's nothing to hear. Just ol' Geno getting a shot at a good thing and dropping the ball as usual.
Shaun: You shouldn't be so hard on yourself, you put on a great match.. Jules was just the better man tonight.
*Geno sits up on the bench and glares at Shaun and the camerman*
Geno: He ain't better than me, that scrub got lucky.. I want a rematch. I demand a rematch, Shaun.
Shaun: I think it'll have to wait until after the tournament Geno..
Geno: Whatever man, I just want it! And I better get it, either I get Jules in the middle of that ring or you might as well just put ropes around the whole damn country. I'm GOING to lay hands on him.
Shaun: Geno, calm down it doesn't have to be like that. Quite frankly... You're acting a bit childish.
*Geno jumps up from the bench and stares Shaun down*
Shaun: I-I'm sorry, I didn't mea-
Geno: Shut up, Shaun! Get the fuck out.
Shaun: Geno, I-
*Geno stomps on the floor and points at the door*
Geno: I SAID GET OUT!
*Shaun and the cameraman hurry out of the locker room*
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Post by Jason "The Bar" Massey on May 9, 2012 10:52:09 GMT -5
*Jason is sitting down in the dressing room when a camera man and interviewer approach him*
Interviewer: "Mr. Massey...a word?"
*Jason is panting and covered in sweat. He nods at the man*
Interviewer: "You've just defeated Shane Mathews in the second round of this tournament, how do you feel?"
*Jason gathers himself and takes a deep breath*
Jason: "Sore" *he laughs gently after the statement holding his side*
*He takes another deep breath and stands up*
Jason: "Ya know, I heard everything Shane had to say leading into this fight. *pant* About how I was fat...and ugly *pant* the funny thing is, that no matter how many times you hear something like that...it still hurts. It hurts even worse coming from someone who has never had to hear it themselves. Shane's a real pretty man...that's why I broke his nose as soon as the bell sounded."
Interviewer: "What do you think your chances are against Jules Fontaine in the finals?"
Jason: "Well, I've said since the start that I wasn't going to hold back, and it looks like he doesn't either. Hell, look what he did to my brother. As long as it isn't some pretty boy in the finals. It will be two big ass guys beating the hell out of each other....just like it was meant to be."
*Jason turns away and the interviewer walks out of the room*
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