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Post by wariovanpeebles on May 30, 2012 17:46:28 GMT -5
Camera pans in on Lyle Hagen as he steps out through the locker room door one towel over his shoulder and another in his hand still drying his hair. As Lyle sees the camera he stops and runs his comb through his hair and stands with a smirk on his face
Lyle: "Hey kid, take this it looks like you need it"
Lyle tosses his extra clean towel to Shaun who is still soaked by some mystery liquid
Shaun: "Thanks Lyle, while I have you here, anything you'd like to say about your match tonight?"
Lyle: "Not the match I was hoping to have that's for sure, but when you are trying to tie up with a guy who smells that bad you make the best of the opportunity given to you. I was proud to pick up my first win here at TWR Pro and even happier that thanks to jerseypunk I made some new friends in the back and some new fans too."
As this is said the two ladies that were seen being yelled at by jerseypunk walk up to Lyle's side
Lyle:"Like I said you gotta make the best of the opportunities given to you, thanks for your time Shaun, go get yourself cleaned up and keep the towel on the house"
Lyle turns with a grin and heads out the door with an arm around each lady, stopping to open the door for the two of them they are seen walking out into the evening as the camera fades to black
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Post by theoriginal on Jun 1, 2012 22:33:40 GMT -5
Shaun Brown enters a room in the GODS office just in time for Dan Phelps to flip over a desk as the other members of his stable look on. Shaun stops in his tracks as Dan turns to him
Dan Phelps: And who the fuck are you?
Shaun: Um, I am TWR Pro reporter Shaun "Big Daddy" Brown.
Dan Phelps: And I take it you are here for an interview?
Shaun: Well, I was hoping..
Shaun is interrupted by a fist to the head by Scotty. Dan picks up the mic.
Dan Phelps: Thank you Scotty. So I will assume that Shaun was here to find out what The Gentlemen Of Divine Stature, the GODS, think about Over The Top Rope. Well actually, I am glad he showed up. I need to send a message to TWR Pro and Paul Jordan.
What on earth makes you think that you can tell us, US, who we are to team up with? Look at us.
Todd Mabe, the most brutal hard hitting wrestler in TWR Pro.
Justin Massey... you never have any idea what that man is going to do next. He is an unknown, a loose canon who would just as soon punch you in the junk as give you an armbar... not to mention, the ONLY Massey who is worth a damn.
Scotty, my 6'10, 350lbs monster who in his first pro wrestling match took the golden boy Lexicon and the everyone's favorite lovable loser Jason Massey to their limits.
Shane Matthews, the most naturally gifted athlete in pro wrestling today.
And me, "the Original" Dan Phelps, the brains of the operation.
Paul, we have a tag team, Justin Massey and Todd Mabe. We don't need some random means to pair us up. We got this. Not only that, but how DARE you insult Shane Matthews and Scotty by forcing them into a tag division they want absolutely no part of. These men are both championship material and you are going to force them to team with men from your roster? Lesser men mind you, unless by some chance they end up teaming together, which knowing how you work, there is no chance of happening.
I know the truth Paul. You are scared. You don't want either of these men anywhere near your precious title or your golden boy Lex. So instead of giving them what they deserve, you are going to shove them into the tag division.
Let me tell you this, IF Lex gets past Jules, and thats a big if, Scotty is the next man in line, but until that time, we will go along with this charade. I assure you, one of my men will be tag champion, because everything we do, willing or not, we execute to perfection. Remeber, we are FUCKING GODS. Now get that camera out of my god damned office.
Dan slams the door in the cameraman's face and he falls to the ground. Seconds later the door opens and Shaun's lifeless body is flung out.
Shane Matthews: Don't ever leave your trash in this office again, you hear me?
The door slams one last time as the camera fades.
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Post by Lexicon on Jun 18, 2012 12:16:36 GMT -5
These are all the promos that were posted on the TWR Network forums. I'm placing them here for reference.
The shot opens of Lexicon slowly walking through what looks to be a state-of-the-art gym. All the equipment looks brand new and the facility is as clean as clean can be. Usually, these videos open with Lexicon's signature intro, but not this one...
Lexicon: About 6 months ago, I made a decision. A decision that has tugged at my emotions every day since.
Lex stops and admires the machinery he's had at his disposal for the last half year...
Lexicon: I decided to abandon my family to become the property of an anonymous wealthy party. I've been supplied with the best equipment money can buy, a mansion that could house the entire town of Red Bluff, CA... I was even given a lady servant. Not to mention the big paycheck I receive on top of everything that gets taken care of for me. I have to admit, it's been great so far.
Lex continues walking around the weight lifting equipment until he gets to a bench where he takes a seat.
Lexicon: But the reason I abandoned my family was because I thought I could win a championship without all the distractions. All the worrying about "back home". Then I had my first championship match last week at FPCPP returns, and I lost. I failed to become a champion. Losing my first championship match was painful, but it's not something that's unusual. No... The thing that really stung was that I realized that it didn't matter. It didn't matter if I had my wife calling and nagging me to quit or if I had some model chick bringing me sweet tea. It didn't matter if I ate a gas station hot dog or a big, juicy steak every night for dinner. Don't get me wrong, I'm a better wrestler now than I was last year, but the fact is that I've been wrestling for nearly two years now. I've learned so much in that little time. At TWR-PRO Over the Top Rope 2012, I have a TWR-PRO World Title match. I'm not positive I'll walk out the champion, but one thing is for sure, I'll be a different man that night. I'll be a different man because I'll be fighting for a different cause. I'll be fighting for my redemption...
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*Shot starts by Zeus in a forest with a handheld camera. It seems to be about 6am and the sunrise is just peaking. Zeus looks like he just finished running, covered in sweat but looking glorious in the glimmer of the sun's rays.
Zeus:Hmph, long time no see. I've noticed something strange over the past few days, we all have trouble staying off of our high horse. Coming to the TWR Pro has been a strange experience for me. Coming in undefeated and starting off my run here 0-1. As you can imagine I'm not to happy about this.
*Zeus stops to think for 1-3 seconds and a certain spark lights up.
Zeus: The first thing that people see when I step into that ring is my size.
*His voice gets louder and louder
Zeus: BUT DAMMIT I SWEAR I'M GOING TO CHANGE THAT! FOR THE GUYS OUT THERE WHO WON'T BE SEEN AS A TECHNICAL WRESTLER, OR A GRAPPLING MACHINE!
*That certain spark starts to die down and Zeus' tone changes to a sad and dissapointed one.
Zeus:That's all we ever were, just attractions. Like a roller coaster for some promoter to make their money with us and replace us with the newest shiny thing.
*Zeus starts to pick himself back up once again.
Zeus:If there's one thing you can expect for Over The Top Rope 2012, its that I'm going to change the way people think around here. And sometimes, knights need to be taken off of their high horses.
*Camera fades to black
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*A hobbled crutch-laden Shaun Brown is backstage running down the matches for OTTR with his trusty cameraman, Geno Brooks comes barreling around the corner towards the duo brandishing a laminated red card*
Shaun: H-hey Gen-
Geno: You see this?? *Geno licks the laminated card and sticks it to the wall, reaches over and grabs a handful of Shaun's hair and drags him closer to the card* I want you to read this, what does this card say?? Tell the fine folks at home, Shaun.
Shaun: *Shaun winces as he tries to stay balanced on his crutch* E-entrant #16..
Geno: *Geno unhands Shaun's hair* That's right, Shaun. SIXTEEN! The very last man.. *Geno puts an arm around Shaun and gets a faraway prideful look in his eyes* We've come a long way, Shaun. Y'know, I don't have any friends around here, besides you of course, so I have alot of time to eavesdrop. You know what I'm hearing alot of?
Shaun: What's that Geno?
Geno: Why, I'm glad you asked Shaun. I'm hearing alot of rumblings over this battle royale.. And I'm hearing alot of MY name. The lockerroom's hopeless.. I've already been crowned in their eyes before the match even started. I'm a lock, a sure thing, a god damned guarantee. I'm going to be placing a box with a slot in it outside of the lockerroom. Boys, be sure to write down on a slip of paper who you'd like to be teamed with and I'd be more than happy to sling your out of my ring in that order.
*Geno takes his arm from around Shaun and begins to leave before turning back*
Geno: Oh yeah, Shaun. One more thing.
Shaun: Yes- *Geno kicks Shaun's crutch out from under him, but grabs the front of his blazer before he hits the ground and shoves his back against the wall bringing his livid face inches away from Shaun's*
Geno: I saw what those fuckin tie wearing femmes did to you earlier this week. I want to make one thing PERFECTLY CLEAR. YOU belong to ME. You're my property, if they want all their fingers to remain unbroken, they'd do well to keep their hands off my shit! *Geno reaches down, picks up Shaun's crutch and shoves into Shaun grasp letting him go* You have a fantastic day. *Geno straightens Shaun's suit jacket and grabs his entrant number and makes his exit*
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Mark Ventrice's music hits and he runs down to the ring like a cheetah because he obviously has something to say to the TWR Pro Audience
Mark: I just recently arrived here in TWR pro and havent really learned my way around so excuse me if I do anything wrong. This is a fantastic opportunity for both me and the TWR Pro fans to really get to know what im about and why i do what i do. Mark begins to play to the crowd a little with a few poses on the ropes
Mark: This is why im here. For the feel of the crowd cheering on my every move it is the most amazing feeling you can ever get being a professional WRESTLER, not a superstar, a WRESTLER. I wouldnt trade the appreciation of these fans for all the money in the world. See i grew up as a lonely kid with not many real friends so i had a lot of time to myself. I used that time to train feverishly to become a professional wrestler. I punched pillows, suplexed sandbags, jumped off low balconies onto airbags and kicked fruit to get the offensive training i am so proud to show today. Let me just show you the devastating ability my super kick has in store for my opponents Mark: Mr.timekeeping dude could you please hand me a stool or a stand or something i can place an object on please.
The timekeeper walks over with a stool and passes it to Mark in the ring and upon received it he checks out the top to make sure it will suit the purpose he is looking for it to serve and once its deemed worthy he rolls out of the ring and pulls aside the ring curtain and pulls out a watermelon that was under the ring and taps on it a few times and smashes it on the ground as it breaks into pieces. He goes back under the ring and pulls out another watermelon and and taps on it and this one he likes so he brings it into the ring.
Mark: See this watermelon right here. Im gonna place it on top of this stool and show you my amazing super kick.
He goes to place it on the stool but it falls over. He tries again and it falls over again. Mark: Thank you mr.timekeeper for giving me the only stool that cant hold a watermelon. Can i please have another stool that may be able to hold up a watermelon.
The timekeeper picks up another stool and throws it into the ring. Mark goes to put the melon on it and it falls over again. He tries again and the stool continues to fall over.
Mark: Timekeeper can you get me another stool and this time can you please bring it in the ring instead of throwing it because i think it keeps breaking when you throw it in the ring. The timekeeper grabs a third stool and goes to give it to him in the ring. He places it down and begins to walk away.
Mark: Wait wait wait i want you to be here to see the awesomeness of this kick
He goes to place the melon on the stool and the stool falls over and now Mark is angry so he has the Timekeeper hold the melon for him. The crowd begins chanting "Kick him, Kick him, Kick him, Kick him"
Mark: Okay
Instead of the melon he delivers an awesome superkick to the Timekeeper knocking him flying out of the ring.
Mark: Thank you.
He rolls out of the ring as his music hits and walks away
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Shot opens of Lexicon, sweating profusely and pacing back and forth in his locker room. This is moments after his countout win over TWR-PRO World Champion, Jules Fontaine.
Lexicon: I... I can't FUCKING BELIEVE THIS!
Lex stops and looks up at the camera
Lexicon: Jules, I never pegged you as a stupid man. You knew you couldn't put me away inside of the ring, so you went for the Spiral Bomb on the outside. You tried to beat me and retain your title by countout. Needless to say, BITCH MOVE! What you didn't count on was me countering that Spiral Bomb. A Herculean feat, but when I did, you knew just what to do. You knew that if you laid down on that Auditorium floor until the ref counted to 20, you'd retain your title. BITCH!!! MOVE!!!!
Lex turns to the lockers and gives them a hard strike with his foot, denting in several locker doors.
Lexicon: After all I've been through, it fires me up to know that a WORLD FUCKING CHAMPION would try to take such a chickenshit way out of a match. Now, I assume this was a desperation move. I assume that because as a WORLD FUCKING CHAMPION, I would expect you to know that if a champion gets beat via countout, he must defend his title against the challenger AGAIN. That's right, Jules. You're only delaying the inevitable. Time is running out and my patience is wearing thin. This ends at the next event, Jules. This ends.... IN A STEEL CAGE!
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Shane Matthews can be seen walking behind the curtain separating the stage and halls of the arena. Tired and exhausted after all he had been put through, he grabs a white towel and drapes it around his neck, takes a deep breath and stops; Zeus’ music can be heard as the fans cheer in unison. He looks up and sighs, his eyes closed, nodding his head. Standing behind him is Shaun Brown, TWR-PRO backstage interviewer. Matthews can sense his presence, turning around to great Brown.
Shaun Brown: Shane Matthews, you were entrant number two in the Over the Top Rope battle royal. You made it to the final three before being eliminated; your thoughts on your performance tonight?
Shane grabs the microphone right out of Shaun’s hand and brings it to his mouth, speaking directly to Shaun’s face.
Shane Matthews: Zeus can celebrate all he wants; it doesn’t excuse the fact that I am the Over the Top Rope M.V.P! You saw it, I survived! I survived, making my way to the final three competitors in that battle royal. Sure Zeus won, but he didn’t start the match from the very start! I survived twelve competitors! I eliminated six men! Men like Geno Brooks, Brian Cook, Brian Damage, Mark Ventrice, Deano Peppers, and Giant Walking! Zeus, I know, and everyone else knows, you would not have eliminated me if not for the leverage you have due to your giant body frame. If you had been the same size as I am, things would have been a little different. Enjoy your spotlight whilst you still can. One way or another, I will gain the opportunity to become World Heavyweight Champion…and when the opportunity comes, I will seize it!
Shane tries to leave but Shaun quickly catches up to him, causing Matthews to slow down and sigh heavily.
Shane Matthews: What…now.
Shaun Brown: If I may, I’d like to ask you your thoughts on the upcoming tag team tournament to crown the very first TWR-PRO Tag Team Champions.
Shane Matthews: You want to know my thoughts? As for the upcoming tag team tournament to crown the first ever TWR-PRO Tag Team Champions, I think it’s a joke, and I’m outraged. Paul Jordan, you think it’s humorous, forcing the G.O.D.S to team up with those of a lower hierarchy, those with little class? I find it absolutely disgusting! The fact that Justin Massey and Todd Mabe are being forced to team with those other then themselves is an outrage. Deano Peppers and Mark Ventrice are unworthy tag team partners of the G.O.D.S. Lyle Hagen is an absolute sleaze and is getting a free ticket to those championships, on the back of Scotty Cakes. As for my “partner” Denny Dynamo, I know nothing about him. All I know is he prevented me from winning that battle royal. I don’t know who you are Denny, but you better step aside while I do the work because I am the single most talented superstar in the whole locker room, and nobody, nobody can disregard that fact. One way or the other, a member of the Gentlemen of Devine Stature will walk out with the tag team championships…and that’s not just a promise, it’s a guarantee.
Matthews storms off, heading towards the locker room of the Gentlemen of Devine Stature.
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Zeus is in his locker room, sweaty. It looks like he just came back from the Royal Rumble. You see Zeus smiling wide at his hand-held camera.
Zeus: I *huff huff* I did it. Just like I said I would.
*Zeus points the camera down so you can see his paper belt colored with crayons to make it look like the championship belt*
Zeus:Oh That? Thats just a place holder for the real thing. Soon, very soon I will be ripping that belt off of him and it will rest easy and forever on the one superstar who will refuse to play this game of hot potato with the belt. I just want to thank you guys, the fans for the support over the years to help me last through 16 men, eliminating Geno, Shane, Mark, and Jason. Until next time.
*Zeus drops the camera and he walks away. The screen fades to black and you hear a whisper saying, Zooooooooooooooooooooos
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Brian Damage is in the locker room after the OTTR Battle Royal...
Damage: I was the first guy in...and I was all the way down to 'The Final Four!" I tossed out big Scotty Cakes! I thought I made a pretty good showing. Shane won. Good for Shane Matthews... Well, Shane Matthews got what he deserved later on in the 2nd Battle Royal, n o w didn't he? Zeus, congratulations!! Way to go ,man! I'm not surprised Matthews still won't shut his mouth after losing the 2nd one.
And there's this G.o.D.S thing.. great. A bunch of guys running roughshod over everybody in TWR Pro. They call themselves 'Gentlemen'? These guy's are the farthest thing from BEING Gentlemen. They're Sleazeballs. But I guess S.o.D.S wouldn't be as catchy. Or D.o.D.S, for Douchebags of Douchebaggery Stature....whatever... Fuck em' all! They'll all pay for their bullshit tactics, and I feel sorry for em' once The Bar gets his hands on em'!!
On to the Tag Team Tournament. Let me tell you all a little something about myself. I grew up in Canada. I was 'The second to the last guy trained at Stu Harts Dungeon. I learned from guys like Bret Hart, Edge, and Christian. I learned WITH guys like T.J. Wilson (AKA as Tyson Kidd) Harry Smith (AKA David Hart Smith) and Natty Neidhart. I then went to Japan and studied under guys like The Great Muta, and Jushin Thunder' Liger' I learned the Japanese Strong Style there, and I have tremendous respect for those people over there. I know a thing or two about tag team wrestling.
And my partner ain't no slouch, either! He's 'Giant Walking'! And he's gonna be doin' more than walking I can guarantee you that! When we go into this thing, you can bet your ass, we will be THE force to be reckoned with. Gary Gribble called us the odds on favorite in this tournament. Good call Gary! Damage Done!
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Camera cuts in shooting through a doorway you see Lyle Hagen standing next to a table with a briefcase on it. He is talking to someone out of camera shot. Lyle: (mid conversation) "...exactly, I have dates booked up for the next two months, this tag title tournament would have been a complete disaster. I'd be stuck calling promoters for days getting things swapped around and this is like getting the best of both worlds"
a muffled response is heard and Lyle stands there nodding his head in agreement
Lyle: "Well it has been a pleasure doing business with you, I am sure you and Scotty Cakes will make a hell of a team."
Lyle picks the briefcase up off the table and extends his hand across the table as an unknown figure is seen running into the room with a baseball bat and as the unknown person kicks the door closed behind him, the sound of wood cracking and glass shattering is accompanied by shouting. The door flies open and you see flickering broken lights swinging on the ceiling sending light dancing scarcely around the room as Lyle is seen swinging the briefcase hard down onto the back of the unknown assailant and makes a break for it, running out the door and running into the cameraman as he runs
the camera is still on it goes spilling onto the floor and from a sideways perspective it is still trained on the door where you see from the waist down what looks to be the unknown attacker moving to the door way and the camera is scooped up by the panicked camera man who is now filming the ground as he says "No Man! No!" as he starts running and the camera turns off
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Post by Lexicon on Jun 18, 2012 13:04:52 GMT -5
A shot opens of Lexicon standing behind a cage linked fence. The Austin skyline rests as a backdrop, the sky littered with dark clouds and the lights of the various buildings gleaming in the distance.
Lex: In a very short time, I'll be stepping inside a steel cage with one of the most dangerous wrestlers I've ever seen. Jules Fontaine is a man who has the will to end a match when he feels it should end. The Spiral Bomb is the most feared, most lethal finishing move in TWR-PRO. Jules... is champ for a reason. Whether you like him or not, he's the best. He's the top guy. Not only is he a physical monster, he's a lot smarter than people give him credit for. So much so that he got the best of me in our first go-around. He sent me into such a rage that my pay for that night went to fixing the locker I dented. Paul Jordan, the TWR-PRO general manager, isn't one for taking orders from his wrestlers, but in this case he completely understood. He agreed with me that this match needed to happen. He agreed that justice had to be served.
Lexicon looks at the cage before him in wonderment. After a few seconds of gazing at it, Lexicon grabs the cage and begins shaking it.
Lex: I've had the servants around the house ask me if I'm afraid of stepping inside of a cage with Jules, and I couldn't get past the irony. We're all caged somehow. We're all in places that we don't want to be with people who's company we don't enjoy. The difference with this match is that I wasn't forced into this. And this match won't be escape rules. No, that's not why I asked for this. I didn't demand this to run from you, Jules. I wanted this match to happen because I don't want YOU to run from ME. You might beat the hell out of me inside that cage, but at least you'll have to BEAT me to retain your title. Jules Fontaine, you're my first stop on my road to redemption. All of the terrible things that I've done, the terrible things I've put my family through, I'm gonna take it all out on you. I want you to take your best shot, cause I don't plan on staying very long...
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Post by TheNotoriousGENO on Jun 18, 2012 23:00:17 GMT -5
Geno Brooks is shown sitting inside the locker room inside a small locker. He still has some of his wrestling gear on as the camera rotates over to the entrance to the locker room. While focusing on the doorway, Cookie appears in a sweatshirt with the hood up. The fans erupt in the background as the camera angles itself enough to allow both Geno and Cookie in the shot. Geno and Cookie stop in their tracks and stare at each other for what seems like forever. Both visually grind their teeth together as Geno’s fists bunch up into a ball. The tension in the room builds as Cookie walks towards Geno with a strong stance.
Geno Brooks: Can I help you with somethin'?
*Geno stands up to meet Cookie face to face as the tension in the room begins to boil over. Cookie keeps his chin out slightly when Geno reaches out and grabs two handfulls of Cookie's sweater, the jerking motion sends the hood falling back revealing Cookie's newly dyed pink streak*
Cookie: Well…
*There is a beat of silence in the room as Cookie runs his hands through his hair looking at Geno right in the eyes*
*Geno stares for a second, smirks, and gives Cookie a clap on the shoulder on the way out of the locker room*
*Camera fades with a pink haired Cookie nodding to himself and grinning seemingly deep in thought*
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Post by theoriginal on Jun 26, 2012 0:19:37 GMT -5
Shaun enters a room before being pushed out of the way. The mic is picked up off the ground and the camera pans up to reveal "The Original" Dan Phelps.
Dan Phelps: People have been asking for my thoughts for weeks. I have been screening phone calls and refusing press. Everyone wants to know what Dan Phelps thinks of the pairings The G.O.D.S. ended up with. I have stayed silent. Why? Because this ruse Paul Jordan has conjured up does not deserve a response. Weeks ago I called for Pauly to go under review and I have yet to hear a word. Know what? Thats fine, cause with every show, the evidence just stacks up. Shane has said everything that need to be said about this farce TWR Pro is calling a show and it is an insult that we are being forced to compete under such ridiculous circumstances. I will say this though Pauly, but only once, so listen close. You better pray to whatever higher power you worship that we do not end up with one of those belts. Get on your fucking knees and pray. Oh, and about the title situation, and Zeus....
Dan starts laughing
Dan Phelps: That is the funniest thing I have ever heard. So funny in fact that I will forgive the fact, momentarily, that you overlooked my monster. But be warned, be it Jules, or the Golden Boy Lex or whats-his-name, Scotty and Shane are waiting....
Dan throws his mic down and leaves.
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Post by briandamage on Jun 27, 2012 17:34:54 GMT -5
Brian Damage and Giant Walking are backstage celebrating having become the NEW TWR PRO Tag Team Champions
Well, we did it!! Me and the big man here, Damage Walking ladies and gentlemen!! I'm still on a high from this!! My partner is a beast!! Giant Walking and Brian Damage y'all! Get used to this. I can!! And now Giant is gonna set a new record!! He's gonna drink 157 beers!! Ha ha!! So Paul Jordan...set em up, pal!! Cuz we're knockin em down! We are gonna dominate this division! Damage Walking.. I like it.. and if you don't ... fuck you!! Ha ha! Giant? A toast, brotha! To us! Long may we reign!!
Giant Walking grins. He and Damage raise cans of beer. Giant smashes his can into Damage's can. Damages can crumples into dust and beer flows all over him and his arm.
Party Foul!!! Damage Done!! Keep drinkin big man! It's your night!
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Post by Controversy on Jun 27, 2012 21:38:28 GMT -5
Mark Ventrice stomps down to the ring Mark "There was a match on the tag team tournament between the team of me and Todd Mabe against Giant Walking and Damage. The finish to the match was quite controversial. As Todd Mabe was being pinned I clearly kicked him out of the pin before three but the ref did not see it. Now since im not one to complain and hell im not even supposed to be out here right now so any second ill get dragged to the back by management so ill leave you guys with this video on the titantron. It should show beyond a shadow of a doubt that that was not a 3 count."
plays on the titantron as Mark walks up the ranp backstage
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Post by Lexicon on Jun 30, 2012 13:20:29 GMT -5
Shot opens up of Lexicon sitting on a bench in the Dookie War Memorial Auditorium locker room. He's still exhausted from his match against Jules Fontaine, and he's hanging his head.
Lex: ...
Lex sighs and then raises his head.
Lex: Tonight, I lost. Straight up lost. Jules, you beat me. No countouts, no cheap finish. You hit me with that Spiral Bomb and I couldn't kick out, just like everyone before me. We might not see eye-to-eye, but you're a legit champion. I wanted that title. I wanted to bring the gold home. Home to E3, home to the FPCPP, but more importantly, I wanted to represent TWR-PRO as it's champion. The top guy. But obviously, I wasn't ready for you, Jules.
Lex stands up and wipes the sweat off his forehead with a towel.
Lex: As I was walking back here to the locker room, the walk of shame if you will, I overheard a lot of fans asking, "What's next for Lex?". I know a lot of people are wondering whether I have to go back down to the bottom of the ladder. Well, the answer is no. I don't HAVE to go back down to the bottom rung. Paul Jordan has already told me I'm still a top contender for the World Title. I don't HAVE to go back to the bottom, but I am. I'm going to start with my feet on the foundation, and climb each rung one by one. I'm gonna beat everyone's ass until I get back to the top. And when I reach the top, Jules, I hope you're still wearing that title belt around your humongous gut. That'll make the moment where I take that title from you even sweeter. I may not be at the top anymore, but I'm not going anywhere. This locker room has officially been put on notice...
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Post by TheNotoriousGENO on Jun 30, 2012 15:44:38 GMT -5
*Super Reporter Shaun Brown and his trusty cameraman sidekick rush into the catering area to interview Geno Broks*
Shaun: Geno, Geno! The card for the next event is up, have you seen it yet?
*Geno sets down his plate and turns his attention to the duo*
Geno: *chew chew* Nope.
Shaun: You and Cookie are going to duke it out for a number one contender spot. How do you feel about going up against someone you called your partner a short time ago?
Geno: Haha, partner. Here's the thing, while I was standing on that apron watching that big goon serve up a big ol' helping of fist down Cookie's throat... It hit me. Why the fuck do I wanna do I want to be in a tag team for? I don't play well with others, sharing is a foreign concept in the Brooks camp.
*Geno takes another bite of his lunch before setting his plate back down and turning back to the reporting duo*
Geno: So, I sat there quietly urging Baby Huey to just pin Famous Amos already so I could get on with my night. And he did and oh boy, the look of confusion and betrayel on that poor boy's face when he looked up at me with those puppy dog eyes ''Oh Geno, why didn't you break up the pin. You had all the time in the world!'' It's nothing personal or anything, there just isn't enough room in my spotlight for you Brian.
Shaun: And now you guys are gonna be across from eachother once again, a shot at the title awaits the winner. How are you feeling going into it?
*Geno picks his plate up, and lifts his fork to his mouth but stops short. He looks to the fork and to Shaun thinking about his question before dumping his plate in the trash*
Geno: Hungry.
*Geno smacks Shaun on the shoulder and walks off*
Shaun: There you have it folks. This is Shaun Brown reporting for TWR PRO.
*camera fades to black*
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Post by doctorzeus on Jun 30, 2012 17:20:52 GMT -5
You see Zeus outside of a movie theater with his handheld camera on a sunny day. Zeus has a look of general accomplishment and excitement.
Zeus: You guys see this?
*Zeus places his hand on of the posters, which turns out to be the Attack of the Killer Zooooooos TWR Pro poster.
Zeus: You guys got me here. Sure I was a part of it. Surviving all those competitors.
*Zeus takes a big breath and walks over to a local bench.
Zeus: I did it, I finally did it. I proved myself and at Attack of the Killer Zooooooooos I plan on wrecking some shit up. Jules prepare yourself for the fearsome power of.....................
*Camera fades to black
Zeus:zooooooooooooooooooossssssssssssseeeeeeeee
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Post by theoriginal on Jul 1, 2012 0:19:16 GMT -5
Our scene opens as we see the backs of three men walking through the hallways of the Dookie War Memorial Auditorium, one holding a microphone, the other two holding cameras at hand. The three men open a set of doors and enter what appears to be the parking lot of the arena. Inside an expensive, conveniently sized jet can be seen in the distance as well as a few men who walk their way to enter the vehicle. One of the three men can be identified, its TWR-PRO backstage interviewer Shaun “Big Daddy” Brown. Shaun gets closer to the jet and it becomes clear who it belongs to. Standing at the entrance way of the jet are Justin Massey and Todd Mabe, wearing the finest black tied suits money can buy; to the side of the jet appears to be Scotty Cakes on the floor doing push-ups, wearing a pair of black dress slacks and a white beater, obviously not wearing the shirt, tie, and jacket of his expensive suit. This jet obviously belongs to the Gentlemen of Devine Stature, the G.O.D.S. Shaun approaches Justin and Todd, in hopes of gaining permission to enter the expensive jet.
Shaun “Big Daddy” Brown: So guys, nice jet you got here. Is it okay if I got a word with Dan and…
Todd Maybe snaps at Shaun.
Todd Mabe: That’s Mr. Phelps to you buddy!
Shaun quickly throws his hands out, afraid for his life.
Shaun “Big Daddy” Brown: Sorry, sorry, I mean Mr. Phelps. I was just wondering if I can get a word with…Mr. Phelps, and Shane Matthews? You know, so I can get their thoughts on the tag team tournament that just took place and their thoughts on the newest TWR-PRO event that has just been announced.
Todd and Justin look at each other and nod their heads at each other. They extend their hands out to the entrance way to the jet. Shaun smiles and tries to walk his way to enter the jet but it quickly stopped by Todd and Justin. Justin Massey: Not you….faggot!
Todd gives the signal for the camera men to walk into the jet, leaving Shaun behind to deal with Todd and Justin. The camera men enter and Shane Matthews and Dan Phelps can be seen. Shane is pacing around the jet, wearing a fine suit and suit while Dan is simply wearing a pair of slack and a white dress shirt and black tie. Dan sits at a table, fork and knife in hand, eating what appears to be a steak dinner. Matthews catches sight of the camera men and stops what he’s doing.
Matthews: Perfect! You know, I’ve really wanted to get something’s off my mind, right Dan?
Dan merely nods his head and continues to dig into his meal.
Shane Matthews: I’ve been here in TWR-PRO for a couple months now and I haven’t gotten one thing I deserve. From the second I walked into this dump, I have been the top star, number one! The first night I was here, I stole the damn show! I risked my body and was nearly killed in that ring, and sure, some of the fans showed me some respect, but that’s not why I am here. I am here to be the best. I didn’t ask for fan support, I came here to win championships and to make money. First night, I stole the show; second night, I carried a nobody to a victory; third night, I outlasted 12 men in a battle royal and eliminated 6 men, that is far more than the seven men the quote un quote “winner” outlasted. Then this past week I carried another nobody to the semi finals of a tournament. Do I look like I want the tag team titles? No! What I do want is what is rightfully mine, an opportunity to be the champion of the world! So, I just heard the next TWR-PRO event has been announced, and you better believe I am disgusted. A nobody walks in to TWR-Pro and gets an event names after him? What has he done! I outlasted far more men, larger men than he did; where’s my title match?! Then I found out two men who I both eliminated in that very battle royal are being given the opportunity that should be rightfully mine; where’s my title opportunity?! And to top it all off, the biggest joke is where I am on the card, a number one contender’s match for the tag team titles. A number one contenders match….for the tag team championships….are you serious!? I swear to....
As Shane rants, Dan finishes his meal. He uses a napkin to wipe his mouth and stands, putting on his jacket before cutting Shane off
Dan Phelps: That is enough Shane. Relax. Paul, don't think I can't tell when you are being passive. I can see that words are not getting through to you. Do you remember what happened last time I thought I was being overlooked? I am pretty sure you remember that. Well this time, it is going to be a lot more than a strap that I am going to take. Don't get me wrong, Scotty just learned a new move, Shane is quite ready. We will in fact be getting the tag belts, but.... Shane, do you have a more casual suit? Something that may impress a lady?
Shane smiles a knowing smile at Dan, nodding.Dan looks back at the nameless camera man.
Dan: I would suggest you exit the plane quickly unless you would like to join us in Cali. If you want to know why we are going there, ask Mr. Jordan's golden boy Lexicon.
The camera man exits as Justin, Scotty and Todd enter the jet and the door seals
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Post by briancookiecook on Jul 1, 2012 16:06:22 GMT -5
The camera opens up to a shot of the crowd as the lights dim down to a soft glow. The fans erupt as “Pawn” by Epic Lloyd hits the PA system with a thunder-like explosion as Cookie walks out to the ramp. He is wearing his ring gear, with his hair back to the normal look before the tag champion match. He is wearing a new “Cookie Cutter” T-Shirt as he has a very stern look to his face.
The walk to the ring wasn’t the customary walk that had the fans usually excited to see. Cookie has a face of anger as he reaches the end the ramp. He pauses slightly. He is dressed in his wrestling trunks. Cookie slides into the ring as the fans are still cheering even with the obvious change in Cookie’s demeanor. Cookie walks over and takes the microphone that the production member was holding out for him. [/i]
Cookie: Let me explain something to you people.
The fans eruption had died down now as they prepared to listen.
Cookie This is the only thing I have in my life that keeps me going. I love this industry. And the fact that there are people that want to take away success from me adds coal to the fire. The fans clap their hands
Cookie: Geno Brooks is nothing more than an egotistical son of a bitch that rather fight for himself. You know Geno, I was incredibly excited to be with you during this tag team tournament.
Cookie walks around the ring a little, stopping to look in the camera.
Cookie: No really. I dyed my hair. I wore different trunks. I didn’t do that for you… obviously since you decided that you were going to backstab me. We had a chance to dominate this company. Be something that gave the fans the chance to see something, but also allow the company to stand up against the GODS pushing forces.
Do you really want to stop that? Do you really feel, as you coolly smack your lips against the food at catering you can’t show that you care? Let’s play a game Geno. It’s called respect. I give every single person in this company the respect they deserve. They can take that respect and hold onto it and can return the favor, or they can throw it in the trash.
When I stared at you at the end of the match, I felt the honest feeling that was you throwing the respect I gave by altering who I WAS! WHO I WAS to help us get the tag titles. But you decided that wasn’t worth it. You made the choice. You had the chance to achieve something that would cement your legacy in this industry. Cookie pauses and faces the camera, intensely staring into the camera.
Cookie: But you…gave…that…up. Tonight. Tonight when we get in this ring. This won’t be a wrestling match. This won’t be something that will amaze people as we work together to give the fans a show. I’m going to take you out back, I’m going to take you behind the barn, and pull the trigger. You want a fight? You want to throw my respect in the trash huh? I'll burn you. I will destroy you. You want to see the blood come out of my face? You want to see a fire lit under my ass? I’ll burn you alive you son of a bitch. Let’s fight. Let’s fight.
The TWR-Pro logo’d microphone falls to the mat as Cookie keeps his stare into the camera before shoving it out of his face as he walks and leaves the ring. His music hits as he walks up the ramp and backstage. [/b]
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Post by ceese85 on Jul 3, 2012 20:28:08 GMT -5
*The scene opens to Jules Fontaine with the title draped over his shoulder. He's wearing a black suit with a bandage on his forehead. He takes his shades off and looks directly in the camera*
Jules: People have been wondering why I have been silent for awhile. Why I haven't been in front of the camera. Here is my reason: Because I choose to. I don't need to talk to stupid ass reporters about my success as TWR PRO Champion. Two things speaks for me: My money and my skills in the ring. Nuff said. I am a dominant champion and everyone knows it. Lexicon knows it. I give credit where credit is due. He is a damn good talent but when it came down to it, he didn't have the tools to get shit done. I dropped him on his head and BAM! Fontaine of Youth for the 1 2 3. Moving on to Zeus Bente. He is the reason why im wearing this 500 dollar bandage on my forehead. Yeah, you heard me. I don't let no cheap ass bandage touch my beautiful skin. Anyway, Bente you busted me open and gave me a beating. I then gave you a the FoY on the outside and you popped right back up and rolled in the ring. I was going to give you the win and go home but the powers that be re-started the match. I hope you know, I deserve to be paid double for wrestling twice. You thought you had hope but it false my friend. I can't be stopped. I won't be stopped. I am the best damn champion that everyone has ever seen. Get it? Got it? Good.
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Post by briancookiecook on Jul 3, 2012 21:51:10 GMT -5
Shaun Brown is shown outside of the arena for the night as he stands dressed in a suit and tie. He walks around the parking lot for a little before speaking into the microphone.
Shaun Brown: I’m waiting outside the arena as Cookie has stated he would not be showing up on time for the show tonight. I’ll be giving updates as I wait for his arrival. -------------------------------------------------------
The camera zooms in and out of focus as Shaun shrugs looking around. He pulls out his cell phone and puts it to his ear, assumingly checking his voice mail as he shrugs slightly
Shaun Brown: Shaun Brown here reporting for TWR-Pro. Cookie has not given me any notification. No voicemails, no texts. And after contacting Paul Jordan inside, we have no word on Cookie arriving yet. We will have cut ins as the night go on. --------------------------------------------
Shaun is shown sitting on the sidewalk as the light outside had died to darkness. A few workers were moving things inside and outside as Shaun checks his phone one more time before standing up and shrugging at the camera. As Shaun begins walking back up to the building, in the far side of the parking lot a large beat up pick up rolls up into a parking spot.
Shaun runs up to the truck as the camera catches up behind him. Shaun approaches to the driver side of the truck as he pulls the door open. Out moves someone who is dressed as Cookie would.
Shaun Brown: What? Who are you?
The kid pipes up
Sam the Fan: Cookie paid me 150 bucks to drive his truck up to the arena.
As the kid finishes talking, Shaun reaches in as the noise of his ringtone goes off. He stares at his phone before shaking his head looking up to the arena as Cookie waves from the back entrance to the arena. ------------------------------------------------------------- Later in the night, Shaun Brown is shown backstage going door to door. He knocks on random doors hoping to get an answer as he raises the microphone to his lips.
Shaun Brown: I was texted by a co worker that Cookie was backstage now...
Shaun walks up to a big door and knocks on the door and stands outside the door. As Shaun begins to knock again, the door opens. Cookie steps out as Shaun puts his microphone out as he asks a question.
Shaun Brown: Cookie, I wanted to get your comment about your world title match tonight
Cookie stares at Shaun Brown for what seemed like 10 minutes, but was only 45 seconds before shutting the door on the face of Shaun Brown. Shaun stands back a little shocked and looks back at the camera and shrugs.
Shaun Brown: I guess Cookie is just deep in thought... back to you guys.
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